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John walked into the office and introduced himself at the reception desk. "Ah yes, John Cooper," said the receptionist, a tall distinguished- looking man in his late forties. "I'll just tell Mr. Harcourt you're here." As the man reached for the phone and started dialling, John noticed a thin fibre-optic cable coming from the back of his neck. It snaked under the table where it was coiled many times and then it emerged from the pile and ended up in a squat black box next to the man's computer. Another cable came out of the box and ran across the floor and under a closed door. Two tiny green lights were flickering furiously where the two cables entered the box. "Mr. Harcourt will see you now," said the man and he got up and escorted John to the door with the cable running underneath. He opened the door and allowed John to walk through, closing the door behind him. John looked around. It was a typical consultant's office - huge mahogany desk, old red leather chair, plush carpets and paintings on the walls. The only thing which surprised John was the stunning girl sitting behind the desk, who looked as though she was barely 18 years old. As she stood up, John could see she was wearing an extremely short black leather mini-skirt over patterned stockings. She wore a loose white blouse with ruffled sleeves which did nothing to hide the sheer size of her generous breasts. Masses of curly jet-black hair were pinned elegantly behind her head and held back with a short piece of black velvet. She wore small gold earrings and her slightly Hispanic- looking face was made up subtly, but very effectively. She walked seductively over to John on three-inch high-heeled shoes and shook his hand. "James Harcourt, consultant neurologist," she said in a breathy, high voice, "pleased to meet you, Mr. Cooper. Have a seat." John was shocked, but as he sat down he noticed the thin fibre-optic cable running from the back of her neck, into a mass of coils behind the door and eventually out underneath it. The girl noticed John looking at the cable and chuckled. "I see you've worked out what we're doing to showcase our technology!" "I think so," said John, fighting to control his erection, "you and the girl have swapped bodies?" "Yes, we find it's a very effective demonstration for our potential customers. Plus I get to wear my secretary's Anna-Maria's body when I'm in the office!" John laughed. "Doesn't she mind?" "No, not really. We don't force her to do it, but if a customer signs up when I'm wearing her body, she gets the sales commission, so she often agrees for the extra money." "Wow - so does she ever refuse?" "Oh yes, sometimes she doesn't feel like it, in which case I'll ask the other admin girls if one of them wants to. There's a girl, Shannon, who nearly always volunteers and I usually choose her when Anna-Maria doesn't agree. How can I say this - she's an extremely well-built girl and her body's a lot more comfortable than Anna-Maria's. What she doesn't realise is that most of the customers find her quite sexy - she hates the way she looks and so she likes me taking her body off her hands for a while." She laughed at this point. John was fascinated and let her talk. "Sometimes they play tricks on me - Anna-Maria and Shannon get together with the other girls and both refuse the swap. Then mysteriously, only one other girl will volunteer and it's usually one who hardly ever agrees. We swap and I find that, surprise surprise, she's just started a heavy period! Their record time is three weeks - I spent that time in seven different girls' bodies and I had to put up with three whole weeks of tampons, panty liners, bleeding and feeling bloated. At least I don't get their hormones, or I'd go nuts!" John laughed, but at the same time wondered what having a period would feel like. He shifted slightly in the seat as his erection got stiffer. "Anyway," said the girl, "on to business. You're thinking of having a neural port put in, am I right?" "Yes," said John, "and after your demonstration I've nearly made my mind up! I just want to know a few things, like how does it work?" "Oh, it's pretty simple," the consultant said in his teenage female voice, "we implant a tiny computer chip in the back of your neck and hook it up to all the nerves running through the spinal cord. We also link up the other major nerves like the optic nerves you use to see with and so on. Then we implant a fibre-optic port in your skin and hook it up. The system can then simply redirect signals over the cable instead of to your brain. That's how the swaps work - my brain is still sitting in my body out in reception, but any signals it sends out are sent over the cable to Anna-Maria's body in here. Conversely, any signals that her senses produce are intercepted and sent back down the cable to my brain, so I can feel and control her body. The same goes for her, so she controls my body." "Awesome! So it's a complete swap, right?" "Ah no, not exactly. You have to realise that you may be electrically linked to the other body, but you're still chemically linked to your own. For instance, if Anna-Maria out in reception were to start drinking alcohol, it would be me that got drunk instead, because the alcohol would go to my brain. Another example is Shannon, the fat girl. She's a smoker and she has to tell me when she's getting a nicotine craving so that I can have a cigarette for her. And when the girls are on their periods, I don't get moody and hormonal because my brain is still in my body. It's all quite simple if you think about it." "Amazing," said John, "I'm convinced - I'd love a port of my own! When can I have one fitted?" *** John gradually regained consciousness, still groggy from the anaesthetic. He could feel the port in the back of his neck and the soreness around it. A chubby young nurse with glasses noticed him stirring and came over, smiling cheerfully. "Hi John, I'm Hannah - lie still for a moment while you recover, you'll feel woozy for a few minutes. So, how does it feel?" "Sore and weird," he replied. Hannah chuckled. "Yeah, I know what you mean - mine hurt like hell! But after a day or so, it'll feel like another part of yourself, trust me." John groaned weakly and Hannah fussed around him for the next few minutes. John enjoyed the attention and watched her - her smile was contagious and it made him cheer up. "Anyway, I've got errands to run," said Hannah, "but I'll be back in an hour or so when you'll be ready for your port test, you lucky man!" *** Two hours later, John was in a small room with the James Harcourt, his consultant, who was back in his own male body. "Now John," he said, "you've already specified that you want your port test to be with a female - it's the more popular choice, so don't be ashamed. We've got five port-test qualified nurses who have volunteered, so all you have to do is choose one and we'll be away! Come in, ladies..." With that, the door opened and the nurses walked in. They were all in their twenties and looked attractive - there were two leggy blondes, an elegant African girl and an Irish-looking redhead. And Hannah. Her voluptuous body strained against her tight dark blue dress, her generous chest providing most of the strain. Her curvy legs merged into powerful thighs which disappeared beneath her dress to end up at her gorgeous round bottom. She had mousy brown hair in a short bob cut, which framed her round, freckled face. His attention was drawn to her dark eyes, which sat behind a pair of large metal-rimmed glasses - she looked resigned but hopeful, nervously eyeing up the tall, confident blonde next to her whose nametag read "Inge." Girls like that were all very well in magazines, but he knew whose body he wanted to be in. A few girls gasped when he made his choice, but they filed out quietly. A genuinely shocked Hannah walked over to John and Mr. Harcourt, gazing at John before looking embarrassed. "Sorry, I..." she stammered. "I just... er... didn't expect you to pick me, that's all." John chuckled quietly. "Hey, it's okay - I think you're lovely!" "Come on you two," said Mr. Harcourt, "we've got to do the test." Hannah walked over to the pair of chairs in the corner and picked up a thin black fibre-optic cable. She slotted one end into the black box in the middle, then sat in one of the chairs. Holding her hair up with her left hand, she inserted the other end of the cable into the port in the back of her neck and then smoothed her hair down over it. A few seconds later, a small red light on the box came on over Hannah's cable. All this time, John had been stood there, watching her. "Go on, John," Mr. Harcourt prompted. John blushed, which made Hannah smile her cute smile again. John was so excited, thinking he would be her in a few seconds and he desperately tried to hide his erection before realising that she'd have it soon! He grabbed a cable and slotted it into the box next to Hannah's. Sitting in the chair, he braced himself and put the cable into the back of his neck... ...and nothing happened. Confused, he looked around at the box - in a second or so, a small red light came on over his cable too and then both his and Hannah's lights turned yellow. He thought there must be a problem, so he pulled his cable out of his neck - his light immediately went out and Hannah's dropped back to red. "No John, that was okay," said Hannah, "the yellow means we're ready to make the swap. Try it again!" John plugged himself back in and watched the light turn red and then hold at yellow. Mr. Harcourt walked over to the box and held his finger near a small button on the front. "Well, here we go, John!" John was both nervous and excited, which made him shake like a leaf. Swallowing, he finally said he was ready. He looked over at Hannah, but she was watching the... Suddenly everything seemed to pause momentarily, an eerie moment like a freeze-frame for real life. And then, with no warning at all, he was Hannah. Through his glasses he could see the two yellow lights on the box turn green and start flickering vigorously as data streamed over the cables. His body felt very different - he felt as though he was all tits, belly and arse held in by a wonderfully tight dress. He felt so warm and soft - he could feel his woollen tights pressing against his comfy thighs and a pair of silky knickers stretched over the vast expanse of his behind. His nurse's dress held his chubby legs together all the way up to the top, which immediately made him feel the lack of his penis and two large bra straps dug into his plump shoulders as his bra struggled to contain the alien weight on his chest. As he moved his head, his hair tickled his soft round cheeks. As all these feelings filtered through to him, he felt his nipples harden against the constraining lace of his bra and he felt wetness from deep within his legs. "Oh my... God..." he stammered in a strangely feminine voice. Mr. Harcourt rushed to his side. "It's okay John, calm down - breathe deeply and try to take it all in." John inhaled deeply, enjoying the huge, weighty feel of his chest rising. He looked down and saw a dark blue expanse of dress fabric stretching tightly over his deep cleavage. For a few moments he simply sat there, taking in all the wonderful sensations that Hannah's body was producing. "Wow," he said at last, still getting used to the internal shape of Hannah's mouth. "It's... amazing!" A fuzzy shape moved in his peripheral vision and he turned to see his old body standing up. "Good, I'm glad," said Hannah, "I thought you'd hate it!" John stood up unsteadily. "Hate it? It's gorgeous! It's better than I'd ever imagined!" Hannah blushed in John's body, but then started talking to Mr. Harcourt. "Inner ear trim is slightly off forwards and the colour depth is a bit conservative." "Okay," he replied and started typing into a small laptop computer that was connected to the box. John felt his sense of balance drift eerily forwards and suddenly stood up straighter to compensate, noticing that Hannah was doing the same. His vision then became more colourful - Hannah's vision was so different to his own that he'd assumed the muted colours were normal for her, but he was glad to have it looking more normal. "There, the adjustments should all be done - is that okay, Hannah?" "Yeah," she replied, "it seems fine now." As the doctor fussed at the terminal, John went and whispered to Hannah - he had to stand on tiptoes to reach, as he was now smaller. "How about going out for a meal tonight?" Hannah laughed in John's deep voice and whispered back: "Thanks, I'm flattered, but look down at your left hand..." John looked - his small chubby fingers had some chipped pink nail varnish on, but other than that they looked normal. Then he noticed what she had meant. On one finger in from the end, two dainty thin bands of gold dug into the soft flesh of his fat finger, the lower one topped with a substantial feminine diamond that sparkled as he examined his new hands. He was wearing engagement and wedding rings. He tried his best not to look disappointed, but Hannah saw. "Right," said Mr. Harcourt suddenly, "we'd better test your port rejection command. Bend your left little finger three times, but don't bend any other fingers." John snapped out of looking at his fingers and did as he was told. He immediately felt another eerie freeze-frame for a fraction of a second and then he was himself again, looking at Hannah. He staggered slightly as he compensated for the different weight on his body. "Wow, what was that?" The doctor explained. "It's called port rejection - your port controller inside your neck is looking for that, so when you do it, it will reject any linkup you're in and put you back in control of your own body." John could see the uses for that and was glad the ports had that feature! But he had a niggling question... "What if my hands were tied up or something? I'd be trapped in another person's body!" The doctor laughed. "It works on the commands going down your nerves, so your finger doesn't have to actually move - it's your attempt that triggers the rejection. Even if you swapped bodies with someone who had no arms, you could still trigger it by attempting to move your non- existent finger." John sighed with relief and they all walked back out into the corridor. As they did so, Hannah pecked John lightly on the cheek. "Thanks - what was that for?" "Just to say thanks for choosing me to be your first bodyswap," said Hannah. "You're a lovely guy, but as you can see I'm happily married. You may have liked my body, but forget about me, please." John nodded silently and Hannah walked away. *** That evening, John was driving his beat-up old car through the red light district. He slowed down next to a thin black woman who looked about his age and she started walking towards the car. John stopped and wound down the window. "Lookin' for a good time?" she said in a slutty accent. John swallowed nervously. "Yeah - you do bodyswaps?" The woman laughed and stroked her hands seductively over her breasts. "You want these? They're all yours, honey!" "How much?" "Twenty just to swap for ten minutes, forty for me to suck your cunt or for you to suck your own dick and sixty for me to fuck ya hard like the trashy black whore you wanna be!" John cringed a little at her last sentence, but he felt a little worried that it turned him on, too. "Just the swap - it's my first time, you see." The woman got in the car and sat in the passenger seat. "Aaah, ain't that sweet! You've picked the right body to experiment in, lover - you'll really enjoy it!" "Where can we go?" "There's an alley just down the road - let's swap first, then let me park the car, okay?" "Okay," replied John nervously as the woman rummaged in her handbag and brought out a small battered box with two tatty cables hanging out. They both put the cables in their necks and waited for the yellow lights. The woman hit the button and there was the familiar freeze- frame moment. John gasped - the inside of his mouth tasted musky and he felt very different to when he was Hannah. The girl in his body smiled and started driving. He looked down at himself - he was wearing a cheap looking gold top which was draped loosely over his chocolate-brown breasts, a black shiny PVC mini-skirt, fishnet stockings with one or two large holes in and black plastic high-heels. His breasts were on the large side and he couldn't feel a bra; the way his gold top jiggled and shimmered as the car moved confirmed that. His long frizzy hair fell roughly over his shoulders and tickled his neck. Looking at his hands, he saw he was wearing lots of gold bracelets and rings and his fingernails were long red talons that seemed to be completely impractical. The girl pulled the car up in a deserted alley and switched the engine off. "So, how d'ya like it?" "It's amazing," said John, "you feel so good!" The girl laughed. "Why dontcha play with your titties, girlfriend?" John smiled, hitched his top up over his breasts and took one in each hand. They were pleasingly heavy and felt wonderful - the cold air was making his huge nipples stiff and he started pinching and rolling them. "Wow! They're sensitive!" said John as he eased up a bit. The girl laughed. "Now you know what it's like for us girls - treat 'em with more respect next time!" "Yeah, I certainly will!" John licked his lips as he aroused himself with his tits - he loved the way his lips felt so large and soft and he could taste lipstick on them. He felt his pussy getting damp, so he lifted his round feminine arse off the seat, hitched up his skirt, pulled his black silk panties down around his knees and sat back down again. He stared over his tits at his shaved black pussy, revelling in the sensations. "Go on, touch it! It feels great," said the girl. John gently stroked a taloned finger over his pussy and she was right - it did feel great! He slipped a finger under his outer lips and found the soft damp area underneath. "Oh man..." He had found his clitoris and was gently stroking it, occasionally rubbing a long fingernail against his wrinkled labia. His pussy seemed to get warmer and wetter and a pressure was building inside him. His left hand moved up to his tits and started massaging them. The girl butted in. "Your tits are big enough to suck, honey! Try it..." John eagerly tried it with his heavy left breast and found he could lift his nipple into his mouth and suck hard on it, while still massaging his clit. As he sucked and fondled, he felt the warm pressure building up inside his pussy, which turned him on even more. He let go of his left breast (making it bob pleasingly) and gently probed a finger into his cunt. He was sopping wet and the feeling of something hard inside him was overpowering. He put another finger in his cunt and started ramming hard into his pussy as he pulled and pinched his clit with the other hand. The warm pressure inside him quickly exploded and he arched his back and accidentally screamed out in pleasure as the surprise of his first female orgasm shook him. The girl in his body smiled at him. "It's good, innit?" "Yeah," said John breathlessly as he toyed idly with one of his stiff nipples, "it's unbelievable!" The girl got John's wallet and gave him a twenty. John took it and looked confused. "What's that for?" The girl hit the button on the box and John found himself back in the driver's seat, looking at a breathless sweaty black whore with her tits and pussy exposed, holding a banknote. "Because that was your ten minutes, honey!" As she put the money away and got dressed, John checked the clock in the car - she had actually allowed him fifteen minutes to bring himself to orgasm, but to John it had seemed to fly by. The black girl got out of the car and leant in the window. "See ya, honey - if you wanna be a sexy girl again, you know where I work!" She blew a kiss at him and walked off. *** John was back the next evening with more money and found the black girl again. Soon he was being held roughly up against a wall in a dark alleyway, pinching his erect nipples through the red boob-tube he wore and stifling moans of pleasure as his old male body thrust its cock deep into his cunt. He arched his back as the orgasm pulsed through him, but the girl in his body wasn't finished yet - she brought him to two more orgasms before he felt her dick stiffen in his pussy and pump a load of cum into the condom she was wearing. "I always enjoy that," chuckled the girl as she pulled the condom off her shrinking penis. John was amazed that he'd orgasmed three times - he loved multiple orgasms! As he straightened his leather mini-skirt, he marvelled at the feeling of emptiness in his pussy after being fucked so hard. He hitched his boob-tube back up and jiggled his enormous breasts around in it until they felt comfortable. "Hey girlfriend, I know you like my body but I do need it back!" "Oh, sorry," said John and reached into the purse which was slung over his shoulder. The two cables went into the purse and he followed them until he found the little box with its flashing green lights. Pinching his left nipple for one last time, he reluctantly hit the button and the freeze-frame effect hit. Back in his own body, he felt the afterglow of an orgasm in his dick and balls. "So," said the girl, "will you be one of my regulars, then?" "Well, I'd love to, but the money may be a problem! Also, I... well, I want to try something else..." The girl's curiosity was piqued. "C'mon, tell me what it is - I've seen and heard everything and I know loads of girls who'll let you get into their bodies!" John blushed, feeling a little embarrassed. "Well, I've always wanted to try... being pregnant..." "That's okay, quite a few guys try it. How 'bout something easy to start with - I know a nice slim girl whose five months and her bump's just started showing, you wanna be her for half an hour?" "Oh no," said John, "I want the works - a full-on huge mother Earth type that's just about to drop..." He stopped as he realised how eagerly he had confessed - the girl sensed his embarrassment and laughed. "That's fine - my flatmate is just the kind of girl you're after! I tell you what, for two hundred, you can get her, me and a multi-way swap machine in our flat for an hour - anything goes. Interested?" John didn't need any more encouragement. "Hell yeah - tell me more about your flatmate first, though." "Well, she's black, 22 years old and she's about eight months gone with a set of twins. She used to be on the game with me 'til she had a condom break on her. She's fattened up quite a bit with being pregnant and her tits are just enormous!" "That's great - I can get two hundred by Saturday, is that okay?" "I'll just check, hold on..." The girl then got out a mobile, walked down the alley a bit for privacy and made a brief call. At one point she looked over at John and seemed to be describing him. Eventually, she pushed a button on the phone and walked back. "That's fine - come to this address at 7pm sharp on Saturday." She got a till receipt from her purse and scribbled an address on it. John read it, quivering in anticipation, as the girl walked off. *** John knocked on the door as he checked his watch - exactly 7pm. The black girl he'd been before opened the door and welcomed him in. She shut the door behind him and told him to stay there - he did as he was told whilst she scurried off into the front room and came back trailing a long fibre-optic cable behind her. "Your fantasy's on the end of this fibre - have you got the money?" John handed over two hundred in crisp notes. The girl counted them and smiled as she put the cable she was carrying into the back of John's neck. John looked at the girl and said "I hope this..." There was a freeze-frame moment and then John was heavily pregnant. The feeling was unbelievable! He started to take stock of his surroundings - he was sitting in a tatty armchair, pressing a button on a VCR-sized black box that sat on a table next to him. As he drew his hand back, he could feel a pair of distended, full breasts shift over a massive pressure in his belly. A long mirror had been placed in front of the armchair and he saw himself for the first time. He was quite sexy - his face was round and cute and he was wearing a little makeup. His long dreadlocked hair was tied back behind his neck and he was wearing a pale pink silk nightgown that seemed about the size of a tent! He struggled to stand up, amazed by the sheer weight in his womb - after a few tries, he finally stood up and took a breath whilst admiring himself in the mirror. He could see his massive round breasts under the nightgown and the huge bulge pushing it out even more. At this point, the original black girl and his body walked in the door. "So, do you like it?" his body asked. "Of course!" agreed John in a breathy, high-pitched voice. His body laughed. "I'm just glad to get out of there once in a while!" "Anyway, what do I call you two?" The original black girl laughed at this. "Well, er, I'm 'Barbie' and the girl you're in now is 'Sindy', okay?" John chuckled at the obviously fake names, which caused his erect nipples to rub sensually against the silk nightgown. "Sindy and Barbie - right! Well Sindy, thanks for your body." "That's alright! Why don't you explore yourself a bit more, while I go and get a condom on." She then walked off and John went back to admiring himself in the mirror. He rubbed his hands over his belly and felt one of the twins kicking inside. "Oh wow, I felt a kick!" Barbie laughed. "Of course you did - you're due to have them in about four weeks!" John then took a breast in each hand and lifted them up, feeling their weight. "God, they're huge! And her nipples are so much more sensitive than yours!" "Yeah, they feel nice, don't they? We sometimes swap for an evening when she's annoyed with it all." Just then John heard his voice calling out. "Barbie, where did you put the condoms?" Barbie groaned. "Hold on, I'll get them for you..." she yelled, whilst plugging her cable into the third of the four ports on the black box. She pressed two buttons and the small display that been reading "1-2, 2-1" changed to read "1-3, 2-1, 3-2." She stumbled slightly, as though she was suddenly unsure on her feet, before standing up straight. "Oh hi - sorry, I couldn't find the condoms!" "Sindy? Is that you?" "Yeah, Barbie swapped us - now I'm in Barbie's body, you're in mine and she's in yours. Haven't you been on a multiway machine before?" "No - I didn't realise they could do that!" "Yeah, it's pretty cool! Anyway, why don't I help you take that gown off so you can admire your new self." John raised his chubby black arms in the air, marvelling at his new skin tone and Sindy bunched the gown up and lifted it over his head. John gazed at his naked form in the mirror - his enormously distended chocolate-brown belly had stretch marks running down into a patch of pubic hair and his breasts had puffy jet-black nipples with huge areolae. Sindy motioned for him to sit down, which he did gladly to get the weight off his swollen ankles. She then crouched in front of him, parted his legs and started licking and sucking on his pussy. John laid back, moaning softly. The twins kicked slightly as he started rolling his nipples between his fingers. John felt like he was in heaven and simply let all these new feelings flow through him, enjoying every one. Barbie walked in wearing John's body. She had a huge erection and was wearing a condom; without saying a word, she walked up behind Sindy and slid her dick into Sindy's wet pussy. John felt Sindy moan between his legs and she sucked harder on his fat pussy. "So Sindy," said Barbie, "are you enjoying sucking your own cunt?" "Just as much as you're enjoying fucking yours!" she shouted from between John's thighs. Barbie suddenly looked concerned. "Oh shit, I'd better turn the cum blocker on..." She leant over to the box and pressed a few buttons. The display flashed a small message: "Port 2 (male) Ejaculation block on." "Wow, what's that?" asked John. "Here, try it for a second," said Barbie as she pressed a few more buttons. A freeze-frame effect hit and John was back in his own body, with his raging hard-on deep in Sindy's cunt. Barbie (in Sindy's pregnant body) smiled at him. "Go on, try and cum in her and see what happens!" John thrust in hard and he felt an orgasm building. Hammering into Sindy, he pushed himself over the edge. His dick tensed up and the familiar orgasm feeling rushed through him, but his dick wasn't spasming! The orgasm subsided and his balls were still full. Barbie immediately swapped him back into Sindy's heavily pregnant body again. "See how it works?" she said from his male body, "the port blocks the cum signal from your brain - multiple orgasms for men! I'll need it for the next hour, I tell you!" John wasn't listening, because he was building up to an orgasm of his own. Sindy was busy licking his pussy in an expert fashion and the sensual feeling of being pregnant just made him even hornier. As the pressure in his cunt built up, he started pulling and pinching at his nipples and eventually little dribbles of milk started appearing. The realisation that he was milking his tits was too much - he grabbed both nipples in his milky hands and pulled them as hard as he could, feeling the milk squirting out as the pressure in his cunt exploded into an orgasm, the strong kicking in his womb adding to the experience. "Hey, the milkman's cum!" laughed Barbie. "Let's try the randomiser!" "The what?" panted John, still tugging as hard as the tenderness would allow on his distended puffy nipples. "It's cool, it swaps us over randomly every five seconds. I'll show you!" She leant over to the box and hit another button. John was immediately swapped into Barbie's body. He was crouching on all fours licking Sindy's pregnant cunt. He felt his substantial tits hanging loose, swaying gently below his torso and a huge dick up his cunt. Amused, he carried on licking the sweet-tasting pussy juice - but the girl who was in his body withdrew her dick from his pussy and plunged it roughly into his arse! John had just about registered the sensation when he was swapped back into Sindy's body. He had one of his nipples in his mouth and was sucking on it, so he carried on while watching one of the girls in his body screwed the other one in Barbie's body up the arse. He was then swapped into his own body and was on the point of orgasm - Barbie's body's arse was clamping down on his dick and he thrust deeply into it, enjoying the orgasm as the box stopped him from cumming. Then he was Barbie again - he had one hand fingering his clit as his old body's dick thrust into his arse and he quite liked the sensation. He felt some milk squirt onto his back and was immediately swapped back into Sindy's body again. John's hands were on his breasts - whoever was last in Sindy's body had been squeezing her nipples hard and milk was squirting out all over his hands and Barbie's body's back. Whoever was in Barbie's body was biting gently on his puffy clit and John felt another orgasm building. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the swap light flash on the box, but he stayed in Sindy's body. The surprise of the swap caused the new Barbie to bite harder, which pushed him over the edge - the orgasm raged through him and one of the twins kicked. As he pulled on his nipples, streams of milk flew out... ...and hit him full in the face as he was swapped back into his own body. His body was on the point of cumming again, so he thrust deep into Barbie's arse and plunged two fingers deep into her cunt, enjoying his dry orgasm as another swap hit. He was swapped straight into the middle of Barbie's powerful orgasm, as he was penetrated roughly in both holes. Whoever was in his body then withdrew her fingers from his pussy, leant forward, grabbed his dangling breasts and started roughly kneading his stiff nipples. Sindy's thighs tensed around his head as another swap happened, but he remained as Barbie. He stuck his tongue into Sindy's sopping pussy and heard a muffled moan from above. The hands released his tits, which swayed to and fro as he was banged from behind and he felt more milk dribbling onto his back, soaking his long hair. He found out why the milk had started again, as he was swapped into Sindy's sexy body. He was in the middle of a passionate French kiss with his old body and whoever he was kissing had a hand on each of his nipples and was pulling down on them. He felt strange kissing his old body, so he broke the kiss off. Just then, the box beeped and the girl in his old body leant over and looked at it. "Oh, it's finished already - I was enjoying that!" "Yeah," agreed John, "that was awesome! Who are you, by the way?" "Oh, that would be telling! But you've only got ten more minutes to enjoy being black and pregnant, so we'll leave you alone to get dressed. There are some night things over there on the table, try 'em out." With that, the two girls in his and Barbie's bodies left the room, dragging their cables behind them as they grinned at each other and shut the door. John took a moment to catch his breath after all that activity, enjoying the sensations of his naked body. Eventually he hauled himself up and walked slowly around the room, marvelling at the sheer weight in his belly and the puffy, liquid feeling in his huge tits. Admiring himself in the mirror, he stroked his hands lightly over his curves. He thought it would be a chore to lug all of this around full-time, but to have it for an hour felt great! He went over to the table and looked at the clothes the girls had left. He found it was more comfortable to lean both hands on the table, which took some weight off his feet and made his Mother-Earth frontage dangle sexily. He selected a red latex suspender belt, some red fishnet stockings and a floor-length see-through black nightgown. He managed to get the suspender belt and the nightgown on, then he had to sit down. Smoothing the stockings up his chubby legs, he fastened the front clips and then dragged his pregnant body up off the sofa. Standing in front of the mirror, he tried to reach the back of the stockings to do them up, but his belly got in the way. Eventually he gave up, leaving his tarty stockings clipped solely on their front clips and admired himself in the mirror. He looked slutty and cheap, but also motherly and sexy - he was in heaven and felt wonderful. Gazing at his new form, he ran both hands gently over the tautness of his belly, amazed at how it felt. So this is what it was like to be pregnant! He slid his right hand down to his clitoris as he carried on stroking his belly with his left hand. Watching the image of himself as a sexy black mother, he rubbed his clit more vigorously, marvelling at the kicking of the babies. He couldn't help screaming in pleasure as he brought himself to an amazing, crashing climax... Just then the girls arrived and his old body laughed. "Wow, momma's feeling sexy, eh?" John blushed, panting heavily in the afterglow of the huge orgasm. "Oh definitely! I love the clothes you provided!" His old body chuckled and walked over to the box. "Let me get back into my own body first, then we'll finish up." 'He' pressed a button and the two girls tensed momentarily, leaving Sindy in John's body and Barbie in her own. Sindy walked up to him. "Your body has been dying to cum for the last hour, so you get to cum in me - but you have to start off as me! We can't fuck in the missionary position because of those babies in your belly, but you can get a blowjob or fuck me from behind. Which one d'ya want?" John didn't fancy sucking his own dick, so he opted for the second and leant forward, putting both hands on the side of the sofa. Sindy came up behind him and eased her cock gently into his arse, which made John gasp! Sindy slowly started thrusting into him, which made his hanging tits sway sexily. He could feel his pussy getting wet as he started to enjoy the sensation. At that moment, Barbie pressed a button on the box and John found himself standing behind Sindy with his dick in her. He carried on thrusting, feeling a big orgasm building. It finally hit and he expected to cum - but Barbie hadn't unplugged him and the box gave him another dry one. "That one's on the house!" she said with a grin, "but now you get to finish up..." With that, she unplugged John's cable from the box and his flickering green light immediately flared red then turned off. John didn't need any more encouragement and started banging heavily into Sindy, who moaned with delight. The pressure in his dick built up, far more than with the blocker on. He tensed up and with a cry he emptied his bursting balls into the condom he was wearing. John withdrew and took the condom off. Once he had dressed, Barbie accompanied him to the door, dragging her loose cable behind her. "So, did you enjoy it?" she asked. "Oh yeah! The best two hundred I ever spent!" exclaimed John, as he noticed the far end of her cable being tugged into the front room. "Good - if you wanna be either of us girls again, you..." Barbie tensed in mid-sentence and then giggled. John then heard a voice shouting "...you know where to come!" from the front room. John laughed and spoke to Barbie's body standing in front of him. "See ya, Sindy and thanks for your body!" "That's okay - come again soon!"