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SWITCHWORLD: THE MOMENT OF IMPACT
By Wyrdey
'I remember blinking as I activated the machine. When I opened my eyes, a
fraction of a second later, I was here in this locked ward, I was 12
years old, and the world was completely transformed.'
-'Switch World: Genesis'
5... 4... 3... 2... 1...
The change blossoms.
Billy is playing in the sun. Making little explosion noises with his
mouth, he swoops his 'RoboMan' action figure towards the toy jeep sitting
off in the dirt...
...He pauses for a moment, though he isn't sure why. He looks at the toy
clutched in his hand.
Malibu Bobby, all dressed up in his favourite 'Fairy Princess' outfit.
The doll is sitting outside his 'Malibu Dream Home', looking the same as
ever: that long cape of shimmering golden hair, those big, blank blue
eyes, those ruby-red little lips pulled into a cute little moue of
apparent surprise, those long, long shapely legs, those huge jutting
mounds of plastic that make it a challenge to squeeze his chest into his
pretty little outfits...
Billy turns, being careful to adjust his little pink dress so that it
doesn't get all dirty, and reaches for the car containing Malibu Kath.
Making little brrrrrm brrrrm noises, he pushes the car over to the house
and lifts the muscular doll, clad only in her colourful boardshorts, from
the car.
He has to bend Kath over at a hard angle so that she can kiss the tiny
little Bobby doll.
Billy brushes his hair out of his face as he sits his dolls down for the
special dinner that Bobby's made for his big, strong girlfriend.
"Billy!'
He looks up.
Mummy is standing there, wiping his hands on his apron.
"It's time to come in now" Mummy says before turning and swaying back
into the house, his highheels making little clicking sounds, his long
skirt swishing around his full hips.
Billy absentmindedly checks that his hair ribbon is still neat and picks
up his toys, his pretty little head still filled with boyish fantasies of
being a princess...
Darryl is on the bus, being just as loud as everyone around him.
Every outing that Oak Heights Boys' School takes is like this - the
teacher long since given up shouting for quiet, people rushing up and
down the aisles, hanging out of their seats - it's hard to see through
the mass of yelling people, but a fight seems to have broken out
somewhere towards the back.
Darryl, grinning to himself, glances out the window at a passing girl.
She has long blonde...
...Shortly cropped blonde hair, which somehow suits her muscular frame
perfectly.
Darryl bites at his big, tastefully made-up, lip and reflexively smoothes
out his frilly little apron before once again delicately crossing his
dainty little white-gloved hands in his lap.
"Miss Holland" a dangerously soft voice calls.
Darryl gasps inwardly.
Mrs. Polluck strides over to him, the incredibly wide, starched skirt of
his antiquated schoolmarm's outfit brushing against both sides of the
aisle as he comes.
"Were you just making googly-eyes at a girl? On the STREET?" the wrinkled
teacher asks in that purring, accusing voice.
"No, Ma'am!" Darryl says, trying to look just like all his classmates -
uniforms perfect, back straight, knees together, head forward...
Polluck 'Hmmms' with an unconvinced tone.
"Careful, Boy." he eventually continues. "It does not do for a young lady
of your age to acquire a reputation. With girls, as with all other
subjects, curiosity does not become a boy"
Darryl's head is low with shame as the teacher stalks off.
He dares not make eyecontact with any of his fellow students. Few at the
Oak Heights Academy for Young Ladies would sympathise with a tramp.
Still biting at his lip, blushing daintily, Darryl seeks refuge in his
rich fantasy life.
He'd found the book concealed in his dorm room, evidently a relic of a
former occupant.
The lurid cover had set his boyish heart beating. He'd begun to read it
under his covers at night - out of unbecoming curiosity at first - but
then out of something else...
He sighs softly as, in his mind, he imagines himself the tempestuous,
redheaded youngest son of a Noblewoman. Kidnapped by merciless pirates,
he finds himself - clad in a flowing red gown, his bosom heaving -
standing before their notorious leader.
"My, my - what have we here?" she'd say, but he would stand his ground,
giving her the defiant pout that had made him the terror (and the most
sought-after prize!) of the girls of his village.
The dread Captain would casually saunter closer to him, and the heaving
of his bosom would increase as he fought his boyish instinct to yield to
the raw power that she so easily displayed in every rippling inch of her
grimily perfect body.
His lips would issue an soft little gasp as she paused just before him.
For a moment as she began to lean just-perceptibly forward, his lips
would open just slightly and moisten at the half-thought thought that
perhaps she was going to kiss him.
He would understand what she intended until he felt those strong,
calloused hands sliding under his bodice's plunging neckline, pressing
into the soft flesh of his breasts.
He'd gasp too late. The tear of fabric would rend the air. He'd feel his
bosom bouncing.
And the captain would continue to cling to the ruined fabric for just a
single mocking second before releasing it.
He'd stand, hands thrust out to his sides in shock as he felt his ruined
dress sliding down his smooth, perfect body to pool in a heap of flame-
red fabric about his delicate ankles.
For so long he'd stand there, nude but for his high heels, his dangling
earrings, and his frozen look of surprise.
Eventually the blaze of that glance, moving slowly, worshipfully, across
his exposed flesh would thaw him from his surprise.
He wouldn't be able to say why he made no attempt to cover his nakedness
with his little hands, he'd just look up into her face, lips parted, eyes
pleading something that even they didn't quite understand.
When she stepped closer and took his delicate little body in her arms,
he'd feel all of his stubbornness, all of his girlish rebellion melting
away, knowing for the first time the joy of being truly dominated, of
being what a boy should be.
A soft moan escapes his lips as his soul realises that finally, finally
he'd found a woman to master him...
Darryl sighs softly as he rises in his turn, smoothing down his grey
school skirt and taking little ladylike steps following the others down
the aisle.
...'One day, Darryl!' he tells himself wistfully...
"Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Brad glances at the radiant Mandy before responding.
"I do."
There isn't a dry eye in the chapel. The lines of groomsmen and
bridesmaids watch on from the sides as the smiling priest continues.
"Brad...
"...Do you also promise to submit to her will, to defer to her in all
matters, to joyfully obey her secure in the knowledge that only through
accepting mastery over him by a woman may a man know true happiness?"
"I do!" Brad peeps prettily, smiling through his tears.
"Then by the power invested in me by His Majesty's Government I now
pronounce you woman and wife. Mandy, you may kiss the bride."
Smiling broadly, Mandy turns and lifts the veil from her radiant little
bride's face.
Brad, impossibly beautiful in his long, flowing gown, raises himself up
as high as he can on his little tippy-toes, straining up to meet his big,
strong husband's lips...
The line of Bridesmaids watch on, beautiful in their matching, soft pink
off-the-shoulder dresses, hands clasped to their heaving chests, each
dabbing away tears.
Every last one of those gorgeous young boys was dreaming of the day that
they too, could have a woman come and make them her princess...
"Thank you, miss," Kevin says smoothly, not hiding his interest in the
wall of cleavage that the waitress is 'accidentally' displaying for him.
Marley just stares at the gorgeous young brunette - her figure so
perfectly suited for the little 'Bunnygirl' costume that the girls in
this joint are made to wear.
Dammit! Why couldn't HE ever get any...
...Kevin giggles as he feels the woman's strong hand just lightly brush
against one of his swollen buttocks. He pouts up at her coquettishly, his
ample chest thrust out to the point where the low neckline of his little
leotard overflows even more breathtakingly than usual.
He giggles again as the hand traces the delicate curves of his long, bare
legs. He gives his favourite customer the doe-eyed look that never failed
to drive girls wild, his finger boyishly twirling a lock of his long,
rich golden hair.
Marley pouts down at the scene from the stage where he's go-go dancing.
He shakes his tits all the harder from his irritation.
She'd been totally into him before Kevin came along! - Why did he have to
steal all the best ones?
After all! - He was just as pretty and busty as Kevin, and had even done
some spreads in 'Playgirl'! He'd thought that after that, he'd only have
to give the tiniest wiggle of the big, fluffy tail jutting out from his
perky little rear and they'd come running!
Still pouting, and to the delight of those who WERE paying attention, he
reaches out and grabs Barry - the not-too-bright blonde dancing beside
him - and plants a playful kiss on his fat, overglossed lips. At first
Barry squeaks in surprise, but then he understands and begins returning
the favour with ever more enthusiasm.
As the two adorable Bunnyboys rub hips on stage, their little bunny ears
bouncing on their carefully coiffured heads, their stilettos tapping
softly on the stage with the movement of their long, tight-covered legs,
each throws a sneaky little look at the girls watching.
They are all crowded close around, eyes locked, breathing heavily at the
sight of the two tiny, sexy Bunnies making out in front of them.
...Except for the high-roller up the back, who's whispering something in
Kevin's ear.
From the bulge of his eyes and his schoolboy titter, it's easy to imagine
WHAT kind of thing...
Furious, Marley reaches down and gives the front of his teensy, stretchy
leotard a little yank - just enough to pop one of his perfect tits out.
It's ON!!!
Moaning and pinching at his bulging, exposed nipple, he turns back to
Barry and starts REALLY throwing himself into it...
Mark frowns down at his latest patient.
Even under the anaesthetic the girl is obviously pretty - though in a
trashy kind of way.
Her breasts are larger than normal even BEFORE the procedure that he's
about to perform...
...Cynthia glances over at the two huge silicone implants sitting waiting
to be placed in Mark's chest. She sighs. When will boys learn not to
mutilate their bodies like this...?
She'd recalled vaguely hearing that he was a stripper who worked over at
that dive near the docks.
Despite herself, she wonders what he'd look like on stage, working the
giant hooters that they were making for him.
Damn sexy, she'd bet.
Maybe - some small, tempting part of her mind whispers - she'll have to
go down and examine her handiwork herself some time...
Danny prepares to take the shot, his achingly sexy model pouts for the
camera, staring up at him kittenishly.
'God! I have the best job in the world!' Danny thinks, already trying to
think up some more poses for this bimbo.
The camera clicks...
...Danny glances slowly down at the two mammoth breasts that he's cupping
for the camera.
His perky little ass in it's little pink g-string is still covered in
sand from the earlier shots of him pouting up at the camera as he sprawls
sexily on the beach.
For just an instant, something seems somehow wrong.
He feels the wind tugging at his long hair again and tries to ignore the
large number of girls openly gaping at him from behind the camera.
There are much worse jobs for a boy of his limited intelligence after
all...
"Okay," the photographer grins. "Let's just try something a little bit
different..."
Danny gasps as two huge girls pour a barrel of freezing cold water over
him. The girls grin at his sputtering, evidently noticing the perkiness
that his big nipples have now acquired, and the way that his silky dark
hair clings suggestively to his curvy little body.
Danny obediently gets down on all fours and arches his back, his huge
boobs swinging mouthwateringly beneath him, fat drops of water streaming
from his hard nipples, his tasty ass thrust high in the air, poised to
submissively receive, his pouty lips moist and parted, his wide eyes
still covered in sexy make-up...
'Oh well', Danny thinks, 'at least I'll probably make the cover...'
Kathryn sighs at the room full of cocky boys.
"Welcome to Advanced Mathematics," she says, writing her name on the
board.
Once again, there are no girls in her class - these smug rich kids have
driven everyone else away.
Harris is openly staring at her chest. She knows that kid's reputation,
EVERYONE knows that kid's reputation - most popular kid in school, his
abilities as a ladies' man are legendary.
She raises her eyebrow at him, and he flashes her a grin.
Despite herself, she blushes.
Dammit! She'd lost ground so early...!
Harris grins even brighter, seeing her embarrassment.
Why does...
...She have to teach this stupid class again?
Look at that Harris kid - staring down at his own overexposed boobs like
he'd never seen them before. Well, he did have his reputation to live up
to - as the most ridiculed skank in school, ready to bend over like a hot
little slut for anyone who asked.
Kathryn snaps her fingers, trying to get the attention of the roomful of
gum-chewing morons playing with their hair.
How did she get stuck with the remedial classes this year?
"Now," she says, writing on the board, "as you probably know, this is
'Advanced Cosmetics'. I know that most of you have taken this course
before, but it was felt that you might benefit from a slower, more
involved teaching approach..."
She is greeted by a roomful of vacant stares. Only the popping of gum
breaks the silence.
She sighs.
"We're going to try to make this class easier for you" she explains,
wondering how she'd forgotten not to use big words with the boys.
Look at them! Why did the dumb ones always dress so slutty?
She could see the majority of every single pair of knockers in the room.
Thank god they were all busty little bimbos at least! - maybe they'd be
able to giggle and jiggle some poor girl into marrying them after all...
Paul the mall guard frowns in disapproval.
Stupid hippies!
He walks towards the woman who is breast-feeding her child - openly! As
if it's somehow okay to just pop them out and let your brat suck on them
in polite society!
There's even a teenage boy standing nearby, pretending to be interested
in the display, but constantly peeking at the woman's chest.
"Excuse me, ma'am!" Paul says, glaring down disgust...
..."Be fast about it, Miss," the woman says, disinterestedly passing the
baby she's been carrying about to Paul.
Paul coos down at the darling little face and has to restrain himself
from giving a little schoolboy squeal at just how PRECIOUS it is!
He's holding his big, frilly bra in his hand. He had to take it off when
the hungry baby's pheromones had caused his breasts to start puffing up
with milk.
Judging by the way that he could barely even keep his dress closed around
his bouncing bared bosoms any more, she must be a growing girl!
He bet she was going to grow up to be a strapping young thing!
Softly, gently, he presses her mouth to one of his straining nipples,
giving a little sigh at the always wonderful sensation of a baby suckling
at his teat.
Thank goodness he has three of his own at home!
"Don't worry!" he smiles at the uncomfortable-looking teenage boy
standing nearby. "I'll just drain them a mite and leave lots for you to
do... Have you fed before?"
The boy just mutely shakes his head, sending his pigtails bobbing.
He's such a sweet little thing - his body must have only just developed
to the point where this most boyish of activities becomes possible.
Paul feels sorry for his mother, who would have wanted to be here to see
this big step into manhood.
The boy blushes as he stands there, his frilly pink bra in his childish
little hand, trying to hold his still-swelling breasts in his palms. They
are now much too big to fit back into the boyishly pretty little pink
dress that they'd burst their way out of.
It had lost most of its buttons when it had finally popped open, the boy
peeping in surprise at what his blossoming breasts were suddenly doing.
His children would be lucky indeed! Even at such a young age, his breasts
were astonishingly perky and swollen with milk, jiggling in his little
hands like big, creamy grapefruits.
A group of girls gawps and whistles at the young boy as they wander past.
His blush deepens even further...
Marcus stares down his opponent across the ring.
His parents had told him that he'd never be able to make to survive in
this toughest of towns, but he was now doing quite well in the boxing
circuit. Maybe one day he'll be able to fight in better places than this
sleazy dump.
The bell tolls and...
...He lifts the card up high above his pretty little head, smiling
broadly for the sweaty crowd. He begins walking around the ring in his
super high stilettos, still displaying the card with the number of the
round on it.
He's getting good at this - he carefully wiggles his ass as much as he
can, swaying his hips sexily. He barely even flinches anymore when big
hands reached out to grab his jiggling ass or boobs. His little super-
revealing halter top and short-shorts obviously make him just too
enticing a target.
It still wasn't too bad though - the fight held most of the women's
attention.
And, between this and his job as a showboy at the casino, he was getting
by pretty well.
...And to think his parents had told him not to come!
"Will that be all, sir?"
Matt grins lazily up at the incredibly well-stacked girl standing before
him in her little 'Hooters' uniform. He wonders if she means to thrust
her chest out so, or if her push-up bra and high-heels are somehow
forcing her to.
Giving her an oily smile, he openly lifts a hand to her breasts. His
smile increases at the look on her face as his palm begins to gently cup
the soft underside of that firm, outthrust bust...
...Matt can't help but give a little moan as the girl's big, muscular
hand squeezes at his vast breast, the tips of her fingers tracing the
outlines of his increasingly perky nipples beneath his push-up bra.
"Sir!" he giggles. "Will that be all today?"
"For now, Tits." The girl smiles greasily at him.
Matt feels real regret as she removes her hand, but giggles again as he
feels the slap across his big, jiggly rump as he turns to leave.
He trots off, loving the feeling of stares on his big, perfect ass, being
sure to wiggle it as much as he can for the customers' benefit, his high-
heels clipping delicately beneath him.
Goddess, he LOVES working at this place!
James grins as his little secretary sways into the room.
There's just something about her that drives him crazy - maybe it's that
breathy little voice, or that innocent face, or the way that she always
tries to hide that incredible body beneath conservative clothes.
Her long, swishing skirt and matching blouse almost make her look like
she's just stepped out of the 1950s.
The look on her face suggests that she knows what's coming. Her resume
wasn't overly impressive, but she obviously needed the job bad, and so
he'd given it to her.
She understood, surely, that he'd... expect something in return...
She seems to hesitate for an instant, but then squares her shoulders and
asks, "How may I help you, Mr. Grattson?"
He shivers at that breathy little sex kitten voice.
Under the desk, he's holding his cock in his hand, it's as long and hard
as it has ever been...
...James blinks and glances down at his hand.
For just an instant, there seems something wrong about the long, rubber
dildo that he's holding there, right next to his crotch.
He shudders and pulls it from his body, exposing the sight of his
adorably teensy little boyish nub.
"There you go, Sir" he breathes prettily as he passes the dildo back to
his boss.
A hand grabs the rubber device, then presses James' naked body forward
onto the big desk.
He gives a little gasp as he feels the cold wood pressing up against his
nipples.
He's shivering from nerves as much as from his nakedness.
He didn't know how to tell his boss that he's a virgin.
After just a moment, he feels it. A little poke against the softness of
his big, pert buttocks.
Despite himself, he has to stifle a moan.
...Then it comes again, this time definitely there, teasingly rubbing
against his pink little anus.
"You want this, don't you, slut?" a harsh voice asks.
"Yes, Sir," he breathes, not sure if it's true or not.
"What do you want?" the voice asks in a hectoring tone.
James takes a deep breath.
"I want you to fuck my little ass, hard, Sir."
This time the voice has a grin in it.
"Damn straight"
James squeals as he feels himself being thrust roughly into, being
penetrated, being filled.
It feels so...
"Gooood!" he gasps in surprise. "It feels sooooooo good!"
Only a grunt and a further, harder thrust, answers.
James throws his head towards the heavens and screams, actually screams,
with pleasure.
...And as his fucking continues, becomes more intense, in some small dark
corner of his mind, he almost thinks he hears a voice...
'You like this. You were made for this,' it seems to say.
James can only moan in response.
'You don't just like it - you NEED it, need to be dominated, to be
controlled - you CRAVE it, don't you?'
Rubbing hard against the desk, James swollen nipples start to ache.
'You can't lead, can't make a decision, can barely even think - you're
useless without a big, strong, smart woman to own you and tell you what
to do... Aren't you? Aren't you?'
James giggles stupidly in ecstasy.
'That's why you giggle and sway and just want to look pretty for your
betters...'
A vision of his future wafted through James' mind - a future of mindless
obedience and ecstatic subservience, of simpering and being a tiny,
pretty, silly little thing, a lingerie-clad Stepford cutie who dreams
only of pleasing his big important female in whatever way his tiny little
boyish brain can comprehend.
'You want it - because that's your nature: to serve, to be lesser, to
submit in every way...
That's the nature of all men... now.
And you like it... you WANT it... you CRAVE it... you NEED it...
Don't you, Bimbo? Don't you?'
"YEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" James screams, his helium voice rising higher
still, his back arched hard, his pretty, heavily made-up little face
scrunched in ecstasy, his mammoth titties bouncing crazily before him, a
long, rubber strap-on embedded hard in his spasming asshole.
A drop or two of translucent goo squirts pathetically from his little nub
onto the desk.
He's no longer a virgin...
He's a real man at last.
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