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I had always wanted to be a social worker or a psychiatrist, help people around me. From an early age my mother use to say that I was the empathetic child; my sister was the careless and uncaring one. This quality was celebrated throughout my family, my need to feel what other people felt, either through playful jokes or open admiration; however, what we thought then could have never prepared us for the possibility of what has happened. At that point in my life, it was cute that I wanted to know how my dog felt or how I worried about the chairs left out by the pool and how they must be hot. Now, I no longer take in those outside experiences; I am literally outside my body experiencing. It sounds ridiculous. I know. I haven't told a soul because I know where they would put me if I did. For you, from the outside looking in, you might think that it has only been a week, since I started my job a week ago and that's when it started happening, but for me, its been infinitely longer. I just don't know how long it can go on. Its scares me to even think about it. In a week, I was issued five cases. In a week, I have lived five different lives. I don't mean figuratively, not trying to express anything in a hyperbolic manner. I mean literally, I have lived five different people's lives. In a week I have lived over 200 years. The first time it happened, I was in complete shock, lost. I thought my life was over, that god had played a cruel joke on me, but with the second transformation, I got the feeling that I understood the game. By the last three, I was living large. I specialized in adult care, counseling people that had emotional issues or those that had been ordered to see a mental health professional by the court system. I knew from my training that most weren't very exciting to see you, and the certainly didn't want to come see me if things were all well with the world. Something was wrong with their lives if they sat across from me, and when they did, nothing was right with my world. My first case was a young man that had been forced by the court to see someone due to being arrested for aggrevated assault. His file showed that he had been a victim of abuse his entire life. His father had beaten him then left his mother. He had dropped out of school, and clearly started selling drugs. I could see the path his life was taking and the end could not be good. He came in and threw his jacket on the couch and fell down in the chair opposite me, but as he hit the chair, everything went black. Slowly, my eyes opened. I had no idea where I was, or what had happened, but it didn't take long for me to begin to have an idea. The room around me was a mess. Clothes were all over the floor, used glasses and food wrappers were randomly placed, so that you wondered if there had been a party. Even a few beer cans were on the dated dresser. I didn't have to look in the mirror to know that I wasn't exactly "me" anymore. I pulled the covers off of me, and as I did I caught sight of my arm. I wasn't white anymore. Panic ran through me. I looked around the room and caught sight of the jacket from my office. The truth hit me, but I didn't believe it. I ran to the door and into the hallway, found another door and opened it. When I hit the light switch, I saw the same man I saw the day before. I saw the shock in his face that I was feeling. His arm moved as mine did. I smiled, so did he. I was that man. But how? Why? Thoughts raced through my head. One of my professors had told me once that you can't live other people's lives to fix them, but perhaps now I would have to rethink that logic. No matter what, I was a man, and standing there I realized that I had to take a piss something fierce. I side stepped over to the toilet, trying to forget what I had just scene, pulled down the front of my boxers to pee and as I pulled my dick out, I almost screamed. Let me pause for a second and explain that in my original body, I wasn't anything super special. I was pretty average in most everyway, and it seemed that most people were perfectly happy with that, women included. What I had in my hand, however, was anything but average. His cock soft, while he was peeing, was almost like mine hard. The thing flaccid must have been five or six inches and thick. It had a smooth yet there were clearly visable veins that cause undulations up and down its length. I finished and let my cock drop down and I covered myself. I still couldn't believe it. God damn that is a big dick. At that moment, all I could think about was fucking my old girlfriend and asking her if she didn't want a big dick now. I actually laughed thinking about it, but then the laughing turned into crying. What the fuck was I going to do. I spent the morning pacing back and forth. Every once and a while I would go check the mirror in the bathroom again to make sure what had happened really happened. I didn't eat. I didn't know if I had a job, who friends might be, but I knew if I actually showed up at my old girlfriends house, there would definitely be trouble. At three in the afternoon, I hadn't figured much out, but had determined that I needed a drink, a very stiff drink. I found some vodka in one of the cabinets and some orange juice in the fridge. I put mostly vodka in the glass. I almost chugged the first one, then I made another. I began wondering how things would affect my new body. Before I was just 5'8" 175, now I had to be 6'2" or 6'3" and easily 225-240. I was ripped. I couldn't pinch an inch of fat on my legs or side. The ripples in my stomach proved that there was absolutely no fat there. My phone had been ringing all day, but I just kept hitting ignore and hoping it would stop. People had come by and knocked on the door, but I wasn't opening it. By 530, I had finished off the vodka and was pretty drunk. Then someone else knocked on the door. I walked over, more comfortable than I had been all day (thanks to the vodka), and looked through the peep hole. I couldn't believe it. It was the first person that wasn't a stranger. Lisa from our office, one of the young interns was standing outside the door. Lisa was a small blond, early 20s, cute, but not overly beautiful. She had an ass that didn't stop (I had a real hard time not starring) and decent tits. While not large, they looked full and the woman's nipples were always hard. It was the running joke between me and two of the other guys at the office, "she's blinding me with those headlights." I opened the door before I even knew what I was doing, and almost yelled at her to come in. She looked me up and down, and I remembered that she had no idea who I was, and then it occurred to me that a young white woman had shown up here to face an extremely black man in his boxers. She looked scared. She should have been, I completely forgot who I was. She came in and sat down on the couch, looked around with some judgment and curiosity, but mostly to avoid looking at me. "Is it laundry day?" Her eyes finally met mine. "Nah, just having some drinks and relaxing." "Always walk around the house in your underwear?" "Actually I do, and what about you, you walk about the house in yours?" The atmosphere was loosening some with the back and forth. "Actually no, I prefer in the nude." She smiled at me and then started laughing. All I could think about was taking off my boxers and seeing her reaction to my enormous cock. I know she had already sneaked a peak either trying to see or because she could already tell. "Well hey, if you prefer me without the shorts, I'm game." She didn't answer. "So, um, you said you had some weed you could get me?" "Oh," I panicked. Where would I have weed around here. Then I started to judge Lisa in my head. "Sure, give me a sec." I walked back to the bedroom and started going through drawers. I looked under the bed and then got into the closet. There I found it. At the bottom of the closet were boxes with different numbers on it. I had no idea what to get, but after a second, I figured the numbers on the fronts of the boxes corresponded to how much weed was in each bag. I grabbed the largest one and went back out to the living room. By then Lisa was walking around, looking at some pictures that were out. She saw me walk in. "Hey, who's this?" She was pointing an older woman. I looked over, having no clue. "Don't worry about it." I wanted her gone now. Too much stress trying to live this life not knowing anything. "Here's your weed." She walked in front of me, obviously going out of her way to walk very close to me, bent over where her purse was sitting on the ground next to the couch, and sifted through her bag looking for money. All I could do was stare at her ass. It was perfect. Now I didn't want her to leave. I wanted to give this cock a test run. "You said 150, right." "Yup. Thanks for the business." I was trying to lighten the mood again. She looked at me closely. "Is everything ok? You look strange or something." "Fucked up day. The most fucked up day, I don't want to think about it right now." She smiled with the weed still in her hands. You could tell she was searching for something to say. I watched her and smiled. I caught her eyes checking out my crotch and then when she saw that she had been caught looking, she looked around the room in silence. I had never been an aggressive man, thinking as few men do that women shouldn't be forced or taken advantage of, but she was clearly interested, as was I. I walked up to her and looked down into her eyes. I could sense right away that she would give in to almost anything I did. Her weakness oozed from her. "You wanna smoke some of that to make sure its good?" She looked up at me almost disappointed. "Sure, you got something to smoke with?" I thought about all the times in college that we would make a pipe out of an apple or can or whatever we could find, but I was sure that I had to have something around here more proper to smoke with. I looked around and found a bong on the kitchen counter. I emptied the water and filled it back with fresh, handed it to her and watched as she packed a bowl. She took out a lighter and started smoking. She took two large hits and then passed it to me. "I can't smoke your shit, wouldn't be right." "Its my pleasure. Smoke with me." I took the bong and took a long draw. The feeling was sublime. I forgot just how amazing it was to smoke. I sat down next to her and enjoyed the feeling wash over me. When she tried to hand it back to me, I told her I was good. I couldn't get too high. I started to really feel the affects right about the time she put the bong down on the coffee table and fall back beside me. We sat in silence for a bit, then I opened my eyes and looked at her. Her head was back on the couch and her eyes were closed. I saw her chest rising and falling with her breath and studied her thighs. I was as horny as I had ever been but knew that now that she was high I couldn't take advantage of her. It would just be wrong. "Damn that is some good shit," she said with her eyes still closed. "I definitely can't drive like this. Is it ok if I chill here for a bit until I come down?" I stood up, "be fine." I wasn't trying to, but when I stood I took a place in front of her on the way to the kitchen, paused because I was so high, trying to remember exactly what I was going to do, and when I remembered, I asked her if she wanted to get something to drink. When I turned to her to see her answer, she had scooted to the edge of the couch and caught me just as my body faced her. She didn't say a word. She reached out and grabbed the waste band of my boxers and pulled them down to my knees. It seemed as if she would have pulled them all the way down, but as soon as she saw my cock, she lost interest in anything but that. "Oh my god, its so big." I smiled down at her, standing there letting her take it all in. For the first time in my life, I wasn't self conscious about my body. I let her study me. She wouldn't touch me, yet. She looked around it like it was some sort of science experiment that was too dangerous to touch, something she had to think about before she could get closer. Eventually, after looking at it for a minute, she reached out and petted it like it was some sort of dog. She ran the palm of her hand down to my head and then grabbed it lightly, hesitantly. Lifting it, she studied the underside, my balls, squeezed the head to open the large hole at the end of it. I could see the fear in her eyes, the realization of what she was doing, and the reluctance of what she was doing, but I was in no mood for her just to admire my cock. I wanted her to please it. I reached out and put my hand on her head, and taking a small step closer to her, pulled her head to my dick. She didn't resist at all, actually opening her mouth and helping it into her mouth. She tested the waters first, putting only half into her mouth, but after that slow withdrawal, and a short gaze up at me, I released her head and allowed her to start doing her work. She began to attack my cock like it was the last thing to eat in the world. She moaned as she sucked, and there was no doubt that she was both enjoying it and had had much experience. She worked down my shaft as much as she could, clearly trying to go as deep as she could, and while she succeeded at first, once I started getting hard, she didn't even get close. As I thickened, she worked the head mostly, going only a few inches deep before she was pull back. Her hands worked the rest of my shaft, both gripped tightly around the base of it as she worshipped my length. After a few minutes she fell back against the back of the couch panting, looking at my dick. She varied her glance from my eyes to my cock, smiling. "God damn you have a big dick." "You already said that." I reached down and grabbed her arm, pulling her up with almost no effort at all. I stepped out of my boxers and reached down and kissed her. This would have normally been where I returned the favor, but I was in no mood to service someone. I wanted to fuck, and she clearly was game for it. I reached down as I kissed her and unbuttoned her jeans. I lowered the zipper and before I pulled them down, I lifted her tank top over her head and took a hard squeeze of her right tit. She closed her eyes and moaned as I did. She was clearly as warmed up as she needed to be. I reached down with both hands, putting my thumbs inside the side of her panties and pulled both her jeans and panties to the floor in seconds. I pulled her over to the side of the couch, sat her down on the arm and in one motion pulled her legs up and pushed my hard cock into her soaked pussy. Halfway in, she screamed and pushed against my chest. I knew it was the sign to stop. I sat there for a minute and she looked at me. Her eyes looked like they would explode, and I could feel her heart beat around my cock. I wanted to destroy her pussy at that moment, make her wish she would never have another big cock again, but I wasn't sure I wouldn't kill her given her reaction. I pulled away for a second and then pushed back, reaching the same point and greeted with her hands preventing me from going any further. Panting she simple said, "Stay." I sat there, half of my dick still outside her opening, and I reached to her tits and pulled the strap off her shoulder and her bra down to her stomach. Her tits now free, I could see why we could always see her nipples. While her breasts were not large, her nipples were. I held her one leg up and squeezed her opposite tit, only for her to grab the other one, squeeze harder than I, and pulled them away from her body. She moaned with her eyes closed, and then uttered an "ok." I took that to mean that I was good to start fucking her, but I knew I didn't want her to stop me again, so I started moving slowly. With each movement her body shuttered. Everytime I stopped about the point she had stopped me, leaving half of my dick exposed to the cold air, the other to her warm cunt. She began to get so wet that I could hear the splashing noises as I entered her. With no warning, she grabbed my ass and in a tone I had never heard from her demanded, "More." She pulled my cock deeper into her. With still some exposed, she let go of my ass and grunted and I could feel her squeeze down my cock. I pulled back out of her and slowly entered her deep again hearing the same grunting noise. She fell back against the couch as I repeated my efforts, going the same depth each time, feeling her loosen more and more. After a few minutes her breathing was at the pace of a runner our of breath, so I stopped when I was at the approved depth and looked down at her. "You like that cock don't you?" She didn't respond. I was as horny as I can ever remember "Bitch, I said you like that big cock, don't you?" She shook her head, unable to speak. I withdrew my cock from her, all but the head, and repeated, "I asked you a question, you like my big cock fucking you don't you?" She screamed "yes, please don't stop," and before she could get "stop" out of her mouth, I pushed into her, paused at the approved depth, and then pushed harder until my entire cock was buried. Her knees went back toward her head and one of her hands reached down and grabbed her stomach, almost searching for the depths in which I had reached. "Stop." I paused. "I thought you said don't stop." I was smiling. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god. Your fucking cock is in my stomach." I smiled at her again, paused and then started to withdraw. She grabbed my waist, "don't move, please. Stay right there." I stopped, but reached down and put my thumb on her clit. I saw her twitch each time I felt the hardened pea move with the rotation. She released my waist and fell back once more, giving into the pleasure and giving up on stopping me. I hovered over her and continuing my pressure on her clit, I grabbed her shoulder and began fucking her with the full length of my cock. It was under a minute from that point when she exploded. She screamed first, then her back arched. Finally as she tensed so hard I thought her back would break she pushed down against the arm of the couch one more and a stream of her own juices shot from her. I let go of her shoulder and clit, grabbed her hips with both my hands and started fucking the now flooded cunt as hard as I could. With each thrust she screamed, for what seemed like forever, each time I withdrew she shoot more of her fluid. The arm of the couch was soaked, her cum was running down my legs onto the floor. I pulled all the way out of her and tried to help her to her feet. She hugged me more for support of her weight than any need to be close, and she attempted to say "I have never done that in my life." I only responded by turning her around and bending her over the couch. Her knees planted right on the edge, her tits resting against the back, and her face hanging over the back, her ass was in perfect position for what I had planned. I entered her with almost no resistance. Stretched to a point she had never been stretched to, her pussy took my length and her body responded with each force I exerted on her. I grabbed her hips and leaned back, pulling her to me and then me pushing her away to withdraw. I was going slow but hard, only to find that she kept reaching back and pulling me into her. I allowed her to keep pulling me, wanting to make her want it more than I wanted to give it to her. In the mean time, as I kept my movement going, I gently spit on her asshole, and used my thumb to rub around her tightened hole. I thought I would get resistance, but instead, to my surprise, as I went around in small circles with my thumb, she stopped pulling me, and just continued to say "yes." I spit on my thumb again and worked the spit into her ass. Continuing to fuck her, I felt her tightening once again. She grunted once again, and as a sign, I sank my thumb into her ass and that's all it took. Another stream of her juice shot onto the couch and her body started convulsing once again. She pulled away from me and leaned almost all the way off the back of the couch to get away from my cock, but looking at her pussy, gapped and dripping only made me want to fuck her that much more. She turned to me and through her panting said, "I don't think I can take anymore." I smiled back at her, grabbed her hips and put the head of my cock against her gapping cunt, "sure you can." Then I slammed my dick all the way into her again. This time I didn't take it easy on her. I slammed against her ass with all my might, and as her grunts continued to get louder, she grabbed the back of the couch with her hands that her knuckles went white. I rotated around in small circles, would pause when I got deep and try to stretch her out even more, but every time I pushed into her, I slammed against her ass, the full length of my cock insider her, the head of my dick pressing against her inner walls. I continued to fuck her through her orgasms until I could tell she wasn't even trying to grip my cock with her pussy anymore. I pulled out of her, marveling at my ability to fuck in this body and just how open her pussy was. She was red and swollen, and as soon as I had withdrawn, she turned and collapsed on the couch. She lay there, looking up at me, studying my cock in amazement, "man, I ain't never been fucked like that. Holy shit." "You want some more?" I smiled at her. She shook her head, "I'm sorry, my pussy just can't take it anymore. You broke my cookie." I knew I would have to do something to make her want to keep fucking. I didn't say a thing. I just pushed her legs apart, and even though she offered some resistance, she allowed me as soon as she saw that it was my head going toward her cunt rather than my cock. I licked her gently, not trying to make her cum, but more trying to get her to relax. I could push my tongue into her opening without forcing her apart at all. Her clit was swollen and exposed, and it was only a flick of it with my tongue that made her body quiver. I ate her for only a minute or so, standing and pulling her onto her side. I took a step toward her face, just to make my cock available, and I put my head back between her legs. Although it was a bad angle, my true prize was now accessible. I put my mouth on her clit, and then inserted my thumb into her cunt. Then with my index finger, I pushed into her ass. I grabbed her inside walls, trying to get my finger and thumb to meet, all the while pushing her clit with my tongue. She didn't cum, but she did start to moan and move her body with my force. She reached out and grabbed my dick in her hand for what seemed like a handle to stabilize her more than to promote my pleasure. I withdrew my thumb and she moaned in disapproval, but when I pushed another finger in her ass, she simple said, "fuck yes." I began to try and fuck her ass with my fingers, lightly at first, but then rotating around the walls of her ass trying to loosen her resistance. When I added a third finger, she began purring, her body taken over by small shakes. I pulled my fingers out of her and stood up and she looked at me like a child whose favorite toy has just been taken away from them on Christmas day. I didn't say a word, I merely turned around and went into the kitchen and began opening cabinets. After three attempts I found what I wanted. I returned to the couch and pulled her off, standing her up and allowing her to watch me, took the olive oil I had found in the kitchen and poured some onto my dick. I rubbed it up and down my shaft so it was thoroughly covered, and looked into her scared and shocked eyes. I leaned out and grabbed her, pulled her to me and when she was standing between my legs, I turned her around facing away from me and pulled her down to my cock. Instinctively, she leaned forward a bit to make her pussy available to me, but I stopped her, pulling her upright more and putting the head of my dick against her anal opening. She tried to turn and protest, but the weight of her body pushed my dick into her ass and she let out a loud gasp, only stopping the progress once half of my cock was buried in her ass. She struggled to breathe and hold herself up, but then I grabbed her hips and pulled her down. With much less effort than her pussy, my ass was buried balls deep in her ass. How, I don't know. I looked at her back, and asked myself where in her body the head of my cock must be. She didn't try and pull off of me or scream in anger. She merely dealt with it in her and stayed as still as she possibly could. I let her take control, sitting as still as possible inside her. I knew when she was ready, she would let me know, but in the meantime, I began rubbing her back trying to relax her. After a few minutes, she still had not moved. I reached out and grabber her hips, but she met them almost violently and held them to prevent me from moving her. "Trust me" was all I said. She released her hands but kept them hovering above my wrists just to make sure. I braced her against me, and used my legs to prop my ass up, forcing her back onto my chest. I moved her slowly so she would feel comfortable. I then rotated us so I was lying on the couch and she was leaning all the way back on me. She seemed to relax a bit more, but I moved us both again, this time moving back so I could lean at a 45 degree angle against the arm of the couch she had ruined just a short while ago. Again, she rested back against me. With my left hand I reached around her and grabbed her right tit. With my right hand I reached down and began slowly rubbing her clit. This seemed to please her. Buried deep in her ass, my hands rolling her pea of a clit around, and squeezing her nipple and tit, she began to moan. I stopped just rubbing her clit and began to work up and down her slit with my two middle fingers, slowly working to the point where I was using her cunt as a handle, my fingers pulling her up, the force of which caused her clit to be compressed by the palm of my hand. She responded with noises I had not yet heard, and slowly, as I pulled and released her, she began to accept the withdrawal and insertion of my cock in her ass. I gripped harder on her cunt and forced her to move on my dick. Instead of just allowing me to move her, she began to actually grind, pushing her hips back and forth, and the movement was sublime. She pulled herself forward causing me to release my grasp on her. My hands fell to my side as she stood from the couch. When she did, I saw the degree to which her ass was spread, and I almost came right then. She told me to sit up, and I did. As soon as I was upright and my legs were on the floor, she sat back down on my cock, her ass meeting my balls with almost no effort. She leaned forward and gripped my knees and then began lowering her ass on my cock. Slow at first, but then with some speed and force, my dick disappeared into her ass almost as fast as I had fucked her from behind. I could tell she was trying to milk me, make me cum, but before she could get me there, she gave into the pleasure one more time. She fell back on me once again, hitting my chest and then falling to the side, my dick pulling almost all the way from her ass, but a stream of her cum shooting up into the air, some falling on the couch, the rest on the carpet. I rolled her off me, and stood over her lying on the couch. I was close, and I knew that there was no way she could take anymore. I started jacking off over her face and chest, watching as she reached down and touched her pussy and ass. She was clearly doing it more with the intent of investigating how swollen her cunt was and how open her ass was, but I didn't care. The fact that she had never been fucked like that before was a huge turn on, as was jacking off over her, knowing that I was about to make a mess of the girl that had been the source of some late night jack sessions just a few weeks ago. When she released herself, she rediscovered my dick, pulling it down to her mouth and actually taking it in before she remembered that it had been in her ass and that it was still covered in olive oil. She let it go from her mouth, but grabbed it with one hand and tried to help me. It wasn't. I pushed her hand off and grabbed one of her tits, used the other hand to jack faster and then I started to feel it come. I warned her and without saying she opened her mouth. I felt the orgasm hit before I started to cum, and when I did, it was much more of a rush that I was use to. My cock swelled and then a long stream of cum shot from my cock and plastered her chin. I tugged on my cock and with the second shot I made sure to hit her throat and upper chest. Finally, as the shots diminished, I tried to cover her tits. I looked down at my handy work. I had never seen as much cum as she was wearing, and clearly neither had she. She rubbed it around with her fingers, licking it off them in some way to impress me. I stepped back and threw her a hand towel from the kitchen and before I could make it back over to the couch, there was a knock on the door. Caught half way between the door and Lisa, I leaned over like I was going to look through the peep hole, when the door slammed open, the product of someone kicking it in. All I remember is a flashing light and pain, then nothing. When I came too, I was back in my office. The man whose body I was in was clearly no longer there, but a short examination of my calender and the clock showed that he must have just left, and I had ten minutes before my next patient would walk through those doors. I had only ten minutes to prepare. I grabbed the file and opened it trying to read as much as possible so I would be prepared for the next life I was going to inhabit. Her name was Tiffany.