Becoming Anita Smith, Book 1: Brian To Anita free porn video

Book 1: Brian to Anita Brian was a normal kid he guessed. Two story house in middle of the neighborhood. Average grades at school. Parents of average wealth and social status (though some people considered his mom a "looker", and his dad had a pretty cool as contracting job.) An averagely bitchy big sister who he couldn't stand as of late. Brian liked being average, which was why when his grades started to dip and the teachers started to get down his back about it, it annoyed him to no end. He used to be a B student, now he was a C student. What was the big deal? All he needed was that diploma so he could start working at his dad's contracting business and that was it. Didn't matter if the grade on the diploma had an A or a C-, so at an even C he was still going above and beyond. All the teachers said it was because of his smart phone he got for Christmas. Brian guessed they could be right- he loved technology and now that he had it in the palm of his hand whenever he needed it, it was tought to resist, especially during boring classes like Trig. Cool apps. Always able to text his best friend Ted dumb articles on College Humor. Dropping a letter grade in some classes was a small price to pay. Brian knew he had to do something when the principal called him out of class. Sharma Amod, the new 27 year old principal of the school, pulled him out of his favorite class, technology, to give him her little speech. "Brian, do you know why you're here?" "I guess," he said. Sharma smirked her signature smirk. "One of our most promising students' future in jeopardy, young man, and that student is you."She leaned in. "When I was growing up in Dubai I would have given ANYTHING to have the opportunities you have young man. Free education, great job market. I overcame a lot to be where I am today! And I want you to do the same." "If I had an A for every time you thought you were better than everyone, Ms. Amod, I'd be set through college." Sharma's face turned red. "That's it young man! Tomorrow I'm calling in both of your parents and, if they don't take this any more seriously than you do, you've got 1 of 3 strikes to EXPULSION. The other 2 strikes will be every time you're caught with that STUPID smart phone, which hopefully your mom and dad will do away with." Brian knew that everything she prophesied was true. They had been down his back about his smart phone at the dinner table for the past month and would probably take it away forever after talking with Ms. Amod. They'd probably ground him for a year like they had in 7th grade the last time they'd been called in by the principal. And all this because, Brian suspected, Ms. Amod was trying to seem big and bad to school board and rapidly get promoted. Brian had to do something. - FunStuff was the name of the app, and those in the know certainly downloaded it to have fun. Drugs. Prostitution. General mayhem. All things Brian didn't have any interest in, until now. The thing on FunStuff he needed he'd actually heard about on a gaming forum. Some college kid said he'd need his grades altered and it had done the trick, but he didn't say much beyond that. It was called the Norb. Brian found the Norb, but after no small amount of searching. It was inside a treasure chest inside a treasure chest. To find FunStuff on the app store you had to search U89990JK with 3 spaces afterwards for the app to come up. Your average mischevious kid knew that nowadays though. Within the app you had buy a .doc called "How To Garden Magnolias", something nobody on FunStuff would possibly want, then, within that .doc file, was the link to password to the Norb ordering site, accessible only through a Tor browser. Brian silently thanked Asterid420 the college kid for the unkowing assist. It took all of his savings from the past 2 months and Christmas money, but it would be worth it. The Norb would be rush delivered to his door in the morning, and the Sharma meeting would be rendered null. Life could go on as normal. - Brian peeked out the door at the crack of dawn and there it was. It came in a jet black 5 foot long package, ominous looking enough that Brian was very, very happy he'd gotten up before his parents to check. After tiptoing the package up to his room and opening, Brian was a bit baffled at the contents. It was a gun. It looked like a toy mini- bazooka from some generic sci-fi series, except it made out of solid steel, giving off vibes of both fun and danger. The instructions were simple enough- "1. Point and pull 2. Thy will be done!" A little corporate logo was at the bottom too. Brian remembered Asterid420 had writtin his had broken after a few uses, so Brian had the feeling whatever this gun did was pretty powerful, and that he had a limited number of shots to stave off his doom at the hands of The Supreme Bitch of Prattwood High, Ms. Amod. "Good morning honey! Ready for breakfast? I'm kind of an oatmeal mood myself." Shit! Brian spun around at the voice behind him. His mom's head was poking through the door. What he was sure had been only moments before the stupid grin only a morning person can muster, was now a look of bafflement as his mom visually scanned his room, looking at the sinister packaging scattered around the room. Her eyes finally rested on the blue bazooka in Brian's hand. The door creaked open. His mom's hands shot to hips. "Brian...what have you got there?" "Here goes nuthin'!" Brian exclaimed aloud before pulling the trigger on the Norb. A beam of light shot out of it, hitting his mom squarely in the chest. When the light died down and Brian could see again, he was astonished at what the Norb did. His mom had been replaced with strange looking cloth, steaming in the doorjamb. Before anyone could notice, Brian tugged the odd blanket into his room and shut the door as fast as he could without making it slam. As Brian inspected the blanket further, he realized that his moms likeness was printed on the outside. How odd! If he stretched it out it was, he guessed, five feet eight inches long. Exactly as tall as his mom. It took 5 minutes of turning the blanket over and over before he found the zipper on the uppermost edge of the blanket. He didn't know how he'd missed it- it glowed faintly. He unzipped the blanket. The "guts" of the blanket glowed faintly like zipper had. Brian felt like he was in Peter Pan, and he had just discover the door to Neverland. "Neverland here I come!" Brian said as he slid his five foot three frame into the blanket. Completely submerged, the interior fabric of the blanket glowed and pulsed green. Trippy as it was, Brian was beginning to think this had all been a waste. Until he re-zipped the magic zipper. - "Wha...What happened?" Brian gazed around his room. The last thing he remembered was redoing the zipper, then he must passed out. What if the meeting with Ms. Amod had already happened and his mom hadn't showed up! Brian glanced at his alarm clock- whew, he'd only been out for a minute, if that. Brian placed a hand on a slight throb in his head and was greeted by a mane of soft hair. It was all starting to make sense. Brian hopped out of bed and looked in the mirror. Staring back at him was his mom, still dressed in the PJ's she'd had on when he'd zapped her. Not only that, he could feel his mom's memories floating in the back of his mind, like a recollection of an evening of heavy drinking (which Brian had done once junior year, and had been awesome.) Brian remembered getting up and kissing his dad awake (Ew). Brian remembered going downstairs and making a chai tea because he hated coffee. (Brian actually loved coffee. His mom swore he'd gotten from his dad, along with his shoulders.) Brian remembered leaving the tea to cool and going to check on..errr..Brian, in his room. And then being confused and zapped. - Assuming this could all be reversed, Brian was the happiest guy in the world. He could go to the meeting at 4 posing as his parents, listen to Ms. Amod's BS, nod his head in agreement as often as possible, and leave with his parents never knowing the better and never grounding him. He wondered if, when she was brought back, his mom would remember the meeting. If it was as washy as her memories were to him now, he'd be all set. There was just one glaring problem: He needed someone to be Dad. - Anita Smith, 42 year old mother of two, twice married, crept through the house with a goofy looking blue bazooka over her shoulder and her son inside her guts, controlling her every move and thought. She was husband hunting. Quietly Anita opened the door to her husband's room. He was already awake, back to her, putting on his work pants. Under normal circumstances, Brian knew shooting a guy in the back was the lowest move in the book, at least according to the spy shows on TV. But in a five foot eight female frame, he'd be no match for the building contractors stocky, chiselled physique, speed or strength- wise. The element of surprise was all Anita had. With a bright red fingernail on the trigger, Anita fired. - The Norb had a lot more recoil in his moms body than it had in his; girls were so...girly. There in front of him, as expected, lay a steaming blanket that, if he inspected it, would measure exactly six feet three inches in length and, if he crawled inside it, would let him pose as his father. Truth be told, he would have rather been his father since being a dude was familiar to him. For the time being however he wasn't sure how to get out of his mom's body, so he'd need to recruit someone else for the Dad role. Evita. Even though his sister had gone through a bad patch recently due to his tossing a bowling ball out of his window into the pool while his sister and 2 of her friends had been swimming (the SPLAASHH! and ensuing panic were to die for!) they'd been on speaking terms the past 2 days. Evita even made him breakfast yesterday when Mom had to go to an early meeting, and he made them both damn good cups of joe. "Only Dad's is better," she'd said. Evita was always in trouble, usually related to the leather-wearing guys she hung around. Brian had a feeling if he offered her a bailout of a problem she had through them posing as Mom and Dad, she'd take him up on it and they'd be even. Having a mutual secret as big as this, maybe they'd never even fight again. Brian picked up the now only lukewarm Dad blanket and headed for Evita's room. He noticed while he'd been pondering a plan, he'd unconciously crossed his legs effiminately. This would be easy. - Evita was changing when her mom knocked. "Evita? Can we chat for a sec?" Usually her mom just barged in. Maybe she was finally LISTENING to her daughter for a change. "Come in mom! Don't leave the door open, its freezing!" Mom walked in and slowly shut the door behind her. She was holding something behind her back. It looked to be glowing slightly. "Whatcha need Momma?" Her mom had her hand over her eyes. Evita raised an eyebrow. "Mom you've seen me change a million times, whats the matter? You KNOW I like thongs, you like them too. Or should I say, Daddy likes them." She cawed a laugh. "Um..Sis...Its me. Brian." Between the nervousness about this going south at the drop of a hat, and how whimsically high his voice was, Brian could barely talk. Evita scrunched her face. "You put weed in your tea, Momma? I know you like that shit too!" She double cawed. "Evita look at me," said Momma. Evita smirked but met her gaze. Momma's eyes kept flicking at her B cups. Ew. Momma drew in a breath then said- "My name is Brian Smith. You don't like the video games I play. I think you're generally ok as long as your friends aren't around, specifically Jed. You sell me weed occasionally, but I haven't bought since..." Momma scartched her chin thoughfully. "...mid January." Evita's jaw was only the floor. "HOLY SHIT!! BRIAN?! Is that really you?" She immediately grappled for her pajamas. This was it. This was the moment Brian had to convince Evita to help him become a free man again through dubious means. "Evita, I Uh....I got this thing annndd..you know how footy PJ's work? Well, moms kinda like that now and I'm wearing her." "WHAT???" "Uhhhh..." Brian stammered. He tossed the Dad blanket on the floor. "Dad too." Evita's face was purple. Tears were welling in her eyes. "I'm calling the FUCKING COPS on you BRIAN JAMES NITWIT SMITH!" Before Brian could react Evita charged past him and downstairs. The family phone! It had the police short dial. - It was another slow Wendesday morning for Offer Hank Moskowitz at the Prattwood Police HQ. Just the way he liked it. He was almost through his second cup of coffee when the phone rang. "Prattwood Sheriff's Office, Officer Hardy speaking." "Hello?? HELLO! This is Evita..fucking Brian....fucking Brian went and fucked things up AGAIN!!!" Sobs were scattered throughout. Hank understood about half of it. "Is this an emergency m'am? Is this a robbery?" It sounded like the kind of dumb teenager shit that got called in Friday and Saturday night, but he'd stopped working that shift 2 years ago. Thank God. "You bet its a FUCKING ROBBERY!!" the girl sobbed. "I'm never gonna see my parents again! Brian fucked em all up! Brian-" The line suddenly went silent. "Hello m'am?" Silence. "Hello?" Hank could hear the receiver being picked up again. This was some Unsolved Mysteries shit so far. He wished the smalltown PD taped their calls so he could play this on lunch break wth the guys. They didn't of course. "Hello officer," said a woman's voice at the other end. "Hi m'am were you just on? Is everything ok?" "No that was my daughter Evita. This is Anita Smith. Her boyfriend broke up her last night and our dog Hershel died this morning so she's been under a lot of stress. I...I just took her up to her room, I'm very sorry for the inconvenience officer." Hanks demeanor softened. "Ohhh hey, Anita I thought that might be you! Hows Brad doing? He did a great job fixing up my cabinets too years ago. Still gotta buy him a beer at the bar when I see him!" Anita stammered a little laugh. She sounded a little stressed herself. "Oh yes, D...Brad's doing amazing never better!" They were still together. He couldn't flirt, at least not on the job. Hank was ready to end this and get back to his coffee. "Oh well, you take care miss, and hope everything works out." He returned the phone to its hook. There was a running bet at the station how many shot glasses Anita's ass could support. His money was on seven. He thoughtfully sipped his coffee. At LEAST seven. - Anita lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling, two odd blankets glowing softly on the floor. This bed was way more comfortable than Brian's. What had he done? Brian pondered this over and over. Could his parents and sister be brought back? Would they remember everything and commit him, despite weaseling out of Ms. Amod's grasp? Who would make him dinner tonight? A sudden resolve gripped Brian, completely foreign to him. It was soft, cool, emotionally charged but logical. It must have come from his Mom, eclipsed behind his brain. Only one thing was for certain at this point: all this would be for nothing if he didn't defeat Queen Bitch Sharma Amod. He had to see the plan through. Who would help him though? Half the school was in cahoots with Ms Amod. Whoever her moderately good looks and long legs didn't woo, her Nazi politics did. Ted! It had been right in front of him the whole time- Ted his best bud for life would help! This was partially his fault anyway for sending Brian so much cool College Humor shit. Anita glanced at the clock. 7:47. Both Anita and Brian knew Ted would be outside waiting for the bus in 5 minutes. - "Good luck on your math test today Ted honey," his mom Velma said on the doorstep, before bending over to kiss him ceremonially on the check as she had every school day since he was 6. Like a practiced ninja Ted jerked his head left and right to make sure nobody was around. If somebody had been standing at the sidewalk where he would shortly be waiting for the bus, he would've dodged the kiss. If Mrs. Coriana had been walking her chiwawa, he would've have dodged the kiss. No one was around. Nobody usually was. He didn't dodge the kiss. "Love ya mom," he said. "Love you too, Teddy." When she called him Teddy there'd be no dodging that, so he was double glad nobody was around. "Teddy?" said his mom. "Yeah mom" said Ted, mid pivot to turn and stroll down to sidewalk and check his phone to see what cool shit Brian had sent him last night. "Gimma a hug today, you little trooper. I know today's algebra day which you don't like the most." His Mom must've been watching some serious Oprah last night. She was in one of those sentimental moods. "Mom..." "C'mon," she said. Before he could do anything he was engulfed in a Velma Whitaker hug, and there was no escaping that. There were a couple parts to a Velma Whitaker hug. First was her red and brown dyed hair sloshing over your head like a mosquito net, smelling of whatever experimental shampoo the hair salon had most recently convinced to buy. Second was the scratchy fabric of her sweater pressing against your skin, almost regardless of the season. Velma was a bit of a contradiction- total babe from the neck up and knee down (she had a pension for some of the highest heels in town.) Every thing in between was cookie cutter mom material. Shapeles capris. Weird sweater with cats on it or something. The town bar flies had conspriacy theories traded at 1 AM every night that Velma rocked not A killer bod, but THE most killer bod in town underneath all the zany mom stuff. Velma had overheard this theory on a date on night. They were right, but she wasn't about to tell anyone any more than the government was about to open the gates on Area 51. The boobs. The boobs were the third and most distinct part of a Velma Whitaker hug. If you were taller than her, they pressed into your intestines and drove the chicken salad sandwich you had at Ray's Diner back up a couple steps in the opposite direction it was digesting. Despite this, for most guys it was still an occasion to be savored and talked about on lunch break for the next 2 days. If you were shorter than her, as Ted had always been and probably always would be, her knockers pressed right into your face. Ted had always regarded this as a major annoyance, messing up his hair it took him 10 minutes to gel, but this past school year, as fucked up as it was, he'd taken to asvoring this just like the other guys in town. Him and Brian weren't the lamest kids in school, but they certainly weren't the coolest either. They were completely, frustratingly normal, and there wasn't a line of girls out for their affections. He'd made a resolution that as soon as he graduated he'd get bitches drunk and fuck em three at a time like on College Humor, but until then, his Mom's hugs were actually pretty satisfactory freebies. He just had to keep acting like he didn't want them so he'd keep getting them, because that's just how parents work, and so nobody suspected anything. Engulfed and unseen, he gave her bossom a little kiss. He was sure she couldn't feel it through her scratchy sweater. If she had the past eight times he'd done it, she wasn't saying anything. - Standing on the sidewalk, feeling a little dirty as usual post-hug, Ted decided to pull his brain out of the gutter and see what Brian had sent him last night. Just as he was about to reach for the phone it started buzzing. It was Brian. Must've been a psychic connection or something. "Hey dude, what's going on?" said Ted. "Send me any more of those jet ski vids last night? I was cracking up in Mr. Nolan's class." "Hello Ted," said a deep female voice. Shit! It was Brian's Mom! "Mrs Smith I uhhhh, how're you doing today? I was just joking about all that jet ski stuff by the way. It's uhhhh code word. For studying." Shit. He said too much. That's why he hung around Brian. Brian was better at weaseling out of stuff. The best he'd ever met actually, and he was pretty sure literally all his friends ever were weaselers. "Ted, this an emergency. Brian's been hurt. I think he might die. I need your help right away." "Uh, uh sure," said Ted running for Brian's house two houses down. "I'll write you an absence note for-" Ted hung up. Ted was now sprinting. - It only took 2 panicked raps before Mrs. Smith opened the door. Usually it took more. Sometimes she smelled of weed, he'd noticed. "Ted what's going on dude!" said Mrs. Smith. Yep this confirmed it all- Brian's mom was on drugs. "Mrs. Smith?" said Ted, raising an eyebrow. "Nah man its me Brian!" Ted's face scrunched. "I thought you said Brian was dying or something." Mrs Smith laughed her classic laugh. It was the only Mrs. Smith-like thing she'd done so far. "Nah man I needed you over here before you got on the bus, like pronto. I'm inside my mom's body!" Ted thought Brian had sent him a College Hunor article about something like this in the past. He'd whacked off to it later he was pretty sure, too. "Prove it man. Prove its really you. If this is a practical joke its your best yet, man." Mrs. Smith scratched her head. Then she smiled, wide eyed. "Be right back man!" Mrs. Smith pounded through the house. She certainly ran like a dude, Ted thought. Ted's toe was just starting to tap with boredom when Mrs. Smith whizzed by him out the door. She'd just ollied the front porch and the front 3 steps in Brian's skate shoes. - "So how'd this happen?" said Ted. Brian's Mom didn't skate. He was a believer now. Brian told about the situation with Ms. Amod, The Norb and the strange turn of events that morning, right down to Evita's spazzed out antics. Ted's head nodded sympathetically throughout, only occasionally wandering to his best friend's knockers. "So whadya need me for?" Mrs. Smith smiled. "Ted you're the most important part of this whole plan. I want YOU to be my dad for the meeting at 4 . We walk in, we listen to her bullshit and nod ours heads, we leave, and my parents are none the wiser." Ted squinted. "Makes perfect sense to me man. Only..." Mrs. Smith raised a plucked eyebrow. "Only what?" Ted sighed. "Brian, you're my best friend and everything, but, I mean, I'm taking a pretty serious risk here. There's gotta be something in it for me." Mrs Smith scrunched her face thoughtfully. "Tell you what- I'm going to go re-warm the tea I made this morning. You think about what we can do here that helps you out man and we'll make it happen. You didn't know about any of this bullshit, and there's probably some bullshit you're in that I don't know about that my parents can help out with." When did Brian start drinking tea? - Ted listened to the microwave in the other room. It sounded like his brain felt. How could Brian's parents help him out, at least enough to justify taking this huge risk and be Brian's dad for a day? The situation was just super weird and tempting to walk away from. Ted would never say it to Brian, but Evita's reaction was probably calm compared to how most people would handle this. Maybe he should just go back to his place and play video games for the rest of the day. Ted smiled. That was it! - "So?" said Mrs. Smith, steaming tea in hand standing in the doorway. "Whadya come up with man?" Ted smiled. "Two things I'd like to get out of this." "Okay," said Mrs. Smith. "I know this sounds stupid, but my mom has been really hampering my video game time lately. I'm gonna use your dad's body to walk over to my mom's place and explain to her that video games have been helping YOUR grades and she should let me play them all the time! Super cool right?" Mrs. Smith's face was pure bliss. "Dude you're a genius!" she said. She started to get up and make for the upstairs. "Let's suit up and do it now!" Ted stayed put, straightfaced. "What?" said Mrs. Smith over her shoulder. Both bra straps were hanging out of her silk sleeveless night shirt. "Well," said Ted, "there's still the second part." - Ted lay in bed in some silk pajamas of Brian's dad's. They were way too big for him, but it didn't matter. For the next 30 minutes he was living the luxury life. Anita was blowing him softly under the covers. That had been Brian's only term- that they didn't make eye contact. Days later, when the world was even more topsy turvy, Brian would recount that he couldn't really remember sucking Ted's cock. It was like the most basic level of his Mom's consciousness, the involuntary thing that made her hungry, hot, cold, horny, had drifted out from behind his brain like a fog and temporarily enveloped it for the occasion. Ted was in heaven. Even before Brian explained days later, Ted had a feeling that some of Mrs. Smith's consciousness had surfaced and was driving the pleasure under the covers. Her technique was amazing. Licks and kisses greeted his cock as an intermission when her throat got tired. Her throat didn't get tired much. At one point he was sure the tip of his dick touched her vocal cords. "You like that baby?" said Ted. Brian hadn't made any stipulations about dirty talk. "Oh yeah sugar," cooed Mrs. Smith. "Next year this cock will be getting sorority pussy." She slurped and Ted thought his brain would explode. "Glad I can be the mature hussy to break it in for you." Once again Ted was hit with the certainty that this wasn't Brian putting on a show. For the next 30 minutes or however long it took him to blow his load, this was the real deal. This was Anita Smith at her dirtiest. "You want that young cum baby?" Ted could feel her head nod under the covers. "Oh yes sugar. I want you to cum on my face, then I can wear it while I make dinner. Show my family how a real cougar rolls." She slurped his dick again. It had to take hundreds of blowjobs to master that, Ted thought. Mrs. Smith could probably tie 3 cherry stems with her tongue at the same time. "Oh baby, I'm gonna cum." "Mmm your pre-cum tastes like sugar, baby. Give momma a load." Interesting choice of words. Ted had an image of his Mom suddenly, and to his surprise he didn't in the least want to wipe it away. "Oh mom...Its coming...this is a big one mom, be careful..Its..." After 17 minutes and 45 seconds of Anita Smith teasing his dick, Ted came. He couldn't see it so it felt like gallons. Mrs. Smith kept sucking as his member spasmed. What a pro. "Uh mom...I mean Mrs. Smith...You ok? Felt like I just came an ocean!" She pulled her head out of the covers and they made eye contact for the first time. "Thanks for lunch!" she said. - Brian sat on the toilet of his parent's master bathroom with his head in his hands. His Mom's hands, he meant. He'd just sucked his best friends dick and, two minutes ago, seen his Mom's pussy for the first time. This was too much to take. His mom had an amazing pussy, don't get it wrong. After 2 kids it still looked like a teenager's, and it was stylishly shaved with a little round patch of shallow, perfectly pruned pubic hair up top. (Tuesday it had been shaved, he remembered vicariously. Today was the first day the razor burn was gone.) But it was his Mom's pussy and that was just wrong. Panic swirled around Brian's head. This situation had just gone from bad to worse. Not only were his parents potentially gone, but the last memory of them would be as liars and sluts. And it was all his fault. Brian threw up. The female body, he was finding out more and more, was much more delicate and volatile than the male body, kind of like a car where the slgihtest tap on the accelorator takes it to 60 MPH. The salty lump on of cum in his stomach came back up through his throat and into the toilet, which he was now stooped over. Brian and his Mom's clandestine mind resonated together like two prongs on a tuning fork now, both thinking the same thing. Anita Smith was a whore. Standing over the toilet vomiting up cum from having sucked cock for a favor, she was literally a whore. All that was missing was the thigh high boots and skimpy top which, Brian pulled from his mom's memory, was actually buried somewhere in her closet if he wanted it. 2 pairs of boots actually, his dad's two favorite colors. Brian thought he was about to heave again when that same feminine coolness drifted out from behind his brain. Anita had used her body for things before. It was rare, but it was a good trump card to play. All women played it, and those who didn't couldn't and secretly wished they could. I mean, look at Brad. Half Anita's marriage was for the money. With new resolve Brian got up. His pajamas were unsullied and a quick flush and tooth brushing made it like nothing had ever happened. Thanks Mom, he thought. - They figured out how to undo the "suits". After scanning his mom's body and being mere seconds from having her strip to continue the search, which Brian really didn't want to do at this point, they found it at the nape of her neck. Tiny as a freckly, green as a frog, glowing slightly in low lights. When you pressed it, the suit came off. Easy as that. Get back in and zip it, back to mom-mode. They tried it 3 times to make absolutely sure. Brian didn't haven't his parents back yet, but this was definitely a step in the right direction. Brian found that back in his regular form things were less awkward. In fact, after 15 minutes of talking about how awesome it was to not be in school at 11 am on a Wednesday, he almost forgot the past hour's sultry activities and emotional crash. "So dude," Ted said, back in his regular cloths, cummy silk pajamas in the wash basket, "this meeting is at 4 right?" "Yeah so?" said Brian. "So...we have a couple hours to kill!" Brian tried not to look alarmed. "Yeah man, soooo what're you thinkin?" Ted grinned. "Remember last year when we got totally trashed at Albert's New Year's party?" Brian grinned too. "Yeah man his parents totally don't give a fuck!" If I had his parents, I wouldn't be in this situation. he thought. "Yeah man! Well since we can be like 40 now or however old your parents are, we can buy all the alcohol we want!" "Ohhh shit man thats an awesome idea!" said Brian. No negative retort from his brain. This was a good sign. "Your Dad's already dressed for work or whereever he was going! I'l pose as him, go to 7-11 and we can get stocked the fuck up! If we drink from now until 2, sober up until 3, that's perfect timing!" Brian grinned. "We don't even have to spend our allowance on it!" - Navigating in Brian's Dad's body was a little odd with the huge height difference, but Ted managed. It was a quick in-and-out job at 7-11 for $40 of booze. He'd brought his ID but they didn't check it. The 22 year old cashier even winked at him. Was getting chicks that easy when you're tall, or wear cowboy boots, or whatever Brad had going for him? Brad charged through the door, 24 pack in each hand, to find Brian in his mom's body reading a magazine. "Ohhh shit man, put that Cosmo shit away, we're about to get toasted!" - Hershel the dog wandered through the house for the first time that day. She'd heard some strange stuff that morning, starting with the blonde haired human screaming, so she'd mostly been hiding by the litter box. All was quiet now. Maybe now she'd be able to get to the bottom of this! Claws click click clacking across the kitchen tile, everything appeared to be normal. Her accute sense of dog smell detected a pungent odor of alcohol covering the whole house, she guessed originating from the maybe 20 crushed tin-things on the living room carpet, but other than that everything appeared to be deserted. With her heightened dog hearing, she could actually hear pretty well through the whole house. Nobody home. Just the bird feeder creak creak creaking as it swung outside on its wire loop. Hershel went upstairs to investigate further. She was about halfway up when she smelled it. It was glorious. A choir of doggy angels sung in her brain and assaulted her every sense. It was bacon. She scurried up the stairs, quickly triangluating the bacons location. There, there, in that bag! She quickly scurried in and heaven met her drooling mouth. And then a zipping noise. And then all went black. - Brian couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. "Hahaha holy shit man it worked!" said Ted, partially blue in the face. "The dog took the bait!" Ted drunkenly stumbled out of bed and zipped up the rustling Evita- sized bag. Now time to watch the show! It took about a minute for the changes to start, in contrast to Brian and Ted's quick parent morphing. Probably had something to do with the grossly undersize furry beast who was attempting to inhabit Evita's consciousness. The sack rose into human form, until there, standing before them, was Evita where the rustling sack had previously been. Brian involuntarily shuddered. Then Evita dropped to all fours and began panting. Ted couldn't take it. He spewed a mouthful of beer across the room. "Hahahaha! Holy shit man! Looks like your sis is REALLY a bitch now!" Face dumbly blissful, drool coming from both sides of her mouth, panting like she'd just run 10 miles, Brian had to admit- Evita was the portrait of a dumb bitch now. She frowned a cute little frown. "Hahaha," said Ted. "Something wrong little bitch?" Evita began to claw at her skin then, realizing she had thumbs, began to strip out of her clothes. Brian smirked. He should've been weirded out at seeing his sister ass naked, but the humiliation was too sweet not to savor. He realized he'd been waiting years to see his sister totally humiliated like this. Deep down, it was the funniest thing he could imagine, funnier than anything on College Humor could ever be. Pranks like his bowling ball pool toss were just half-assed, PG versions of an end-all prank like this. His sister. Wagging her ass. Drooling on her Daddy's bath mat. The happiest she'd ever been. - After a few games of catch, ever more hilarious than the last, Brian and Ted were running short on time and booze. They collared Evita, wrapped the leash around her best post, put a bowl of doggie food and a water dish filled with their last Coors Light on the floor, and left her for the time being. Shutting the bedroom door, Brian had never been so content about what was on the other side. Finally Evita was a part of his life he could completely manage. At least, if he walked her twice a day. "Alright man," said Ted, serious for the first time in hours but still blue in the face. "I'm gonna go over and tell my Mom what's up about my video game time. Besides, I'll need clothes to sleep over at you place tonight. Sleeping as your dad or mom isn't really my thing." "Yeah," said Brian, "Not really my thing either." Ted zipped up and was out the door. - "Who is it?" said Ted's mom from the other side of the door. "It's Mr Smith, Mrs. Whitaker," said Ted in his best manly voice to fit his six foor three frame. "Here to talk to you about Ted for a moment." The door opened. "Anita out late today? Usually you drop by at 11. I got wall wonely," she pouted. Brad noticed that his mom was wearing lingerie underneath her robe. He also noticed that his mouth was wide open. His mom grabbed his shirt and pulled him inside. - "This is so fucked," Brian said to himself. "So, so fucked." But he had to do it. It had taken all of 3 minutes of watching TV for Brian's will to break down and him to return to his sister's room. To be fair, it wasn't completely his fault; it was the steamy soap operas that were on. Giving him ideas and such. Evita was wimpering in the corner, just like Hershel would've done in the dark. He turned on the light. A dumb smile spread accross her face, just like it would Hershel's. "If you're anything like Hershel," said Brian, "you'll have anything I dress you up in off in about 2 seconds, so I won't even dig through mom's lingerie drawer." Having been in his mom's body for an extended time today, he had an encyclopedic knowledge of what was in her lingerie drawer. It was all pretty cool shit. "I hope you understand, Evita, that you were pretty irate the last time we talked. If....WHEN things go back to normal, I need to make sure you won't go calling the police again." Evita smiled dumbly, not understanding a word he said. Beer and saliva dripped from her chin. He snapped the first picture. - So Mom and Brad were having an affair, Ted pondered as he flipped his mom from her belly onto all fours and inserted Brad's dick into her butthole. How long had it been going on? He searched Brad's memory. 4 months. For the past 4 months, Bard had been slinking over to his mom's house to get some on the side. His mom was single so the moral responsbility really shifted onto Brad. Val (Brad's pet name for her) had body to die for and a pussy tight as a virgin so he really couldn't blame Brad either. It was just...interesting. Interesting that he and everyone else had never caught on. "How you doing back there babe?" his mom panted. "Just renovating you butthole, Val. Bigger and better than before." Ted knew all Brad's one liners. "I need your cum in me baby. In my pussy, by butt, my mouth, it doesn't matter, just give it to me." "That can be arranged, sweetcheeks." Ted didn't feel dirty fucking his mom like he had blowing a load into Mrs. Smith's mouth. He'd thought about doing this so many times, he realized, it felt almost spiritual to fulfill every fantasy he had, and then some. Like this was inevitable and meant to be. His mom's boobs were bigger and sweeter than he'd ever imagined. He could still taste her lactation like honey, still hear her moans echoing through his head as he milked her out with Brad's skilled lips. Her butt was bigger and softer than he'd imagined; when the dust settled and things were back to normal, he didn't know how he'd keep his hands off of her. Being near her demanded a nice smack on her butt. She was a giggler about those things too, he'd found out. And her feet. Ted had always had a suspicion, but his Mom was one of those rare types who get off to guys getting to their feet. When he came in her butt after a good 6 minutes of thrusting, it was the second time he'd cum. The first had been between her perfectly manicured feet, which she'd lapped up viciously in a display that was equal parts insatiably slutty and insanely double jointed. - 50 pics and 2 videos Brian had taken on his phone. The pics- every indecent position he'd ever seen in porn, all donned with Evita's blissful smile. The videos- one of her just roving around the room naked like the dumb bitch she was. Another of her lapping sugar water off his dick. Which led to the issue now at hand- Brian was extremely horny now. Could he go that far? - "Sooo what took you so long today?" Val said, head resting on Brad's chest. "I thought I came pretty fast," he said. Val giggled. "No silly, did the missus stay late? Does she suspect something?" "Nah, I don't think so," Brad said. It was true. "Hopefully she doesn't taste my pussy on your dick when she's sucking it at night," Val winked. "There's enough there for both of you," Brad winked back. That was true too. Brad had a big dick. "Not to change the subject or anything," Brad said, "but I think your son is going to sleep over with Brian tonight. That ok?" "Fine by me," said Val. He could feel 2 little wet spots where her nipples touched his chest. Milk or saliva? "I think he feels like he doesn't get enough video game time, so he's, you know, rebelling a little bit. Trying to stay away from home because it cramps his cool." Val frowned. "Did he put you up to this? That little shit." "No ma'am," said Brad, in his most persuasive drawl. "We just give Brian as much recreation time as he needs, whether it be sports or vidoe games or whatever, and we've seen his performance in school skyrocket. I just want Ted to be as sucessful as Brian. Who knows", he winked "they might be step brothers one day." Val smiled. "Yes he's quite the special little boy." "All due respect ma'am, he ain't so little any more." Val giggled and rolled her beautiful blue eyes. "TELL me about it. You know what he keeps doing when I hug him to go to school? He plants a big ol wet one on my knockers! Every time for the past two months. He thinks I don't feel it I think but really, how could you NOT? Sometimes he's like a little Hoover vacuum cleaner down there; I check for hickies after." She chuckled. "Why do you keep hugging him then?" Only Brad could pop that question and make it not sound awkward. "Well...I guess I like it a little." - "Arf! Arf! Arf!" It was official- Brian was losing his virginity to a dog. The most human, blondest, smoothest, most well-tanned dog that had ever existed, true, but a dog inside nonetheless. "Arf! Arf! Arf!" That's what she said each time he thrusted in what else- doggy style. Brian's sister wasn't a virgin, he was surprised to find. It seemed like she never went out with 1 guy for more than 2 dates, but maybe she was a first date kind of gal. She had a tight pussy, he knew that for sure. Straight out of his mom's gene pool. She didn't like to shave it like his mom did apparently, a little golden bush encased it, but that didn't detract from it being a good fuck in the least. This was all relative of course- this was the only pussy Brian had ever gotten, aside from feeling around his own maternal parts this morning. He was pretty sure though it couldn't get much tighter than this without stripping his dick's skin off. "Fuuuuck!" he yelled. And then it happened. He filled up his sister's pussy. He reached for the camera on his phone, about to hit the "stop record" button. Then he got an idea for one last piece of blackmail. His sister was merrily wagging her butt in the air. It was one of maybe three things she was extremely good at at this point. Brian zoomed in for a closeup. - Brad walked through the door, Ted's night clothes and a couple video games in tow. Brian was watching TV looking pretty bored. "Anything cool happen?" said Brad, depositing the goods on the couch and zipping out of his body. "Nah man, just stupid stuff on TV. You?" "Yeah same here; my Mom can't get enough of that shit. I think she might be letting me play more video games soon though!" Evita barked in the background. Noisy bitch, thought Ted. They caught sight of the clock at the exact same time. 3:10 In 10 minutes they'd better hit the road. - "Brian, you almost ready?" said Ted at the bottom of the stairs, fully decked out as Brad again. 15 minutes had passed. Brian was getting a crash course in being Anita Smith at the least opportune time. He'd given up on the whole makeup thing after 2 minutes. Even with some residual knowledge on how to do it from his Mom, it required patience and a steady hand, both of which he was in short supply of right now. Better to try to look professional through the right clothes. He'd replaced his mom's soft bedtime undies, which he had to admit felt divine on his newly-acquired lady parts, with a wire frame bra and matching panty set. "There's a matching garter belt," Brian could almost hear his mom whisper inside his head. Brian tugged it up around his waist and, with finesse that surprised him, rolled some brown stocking up his long legs and strapped them in. He felt like a soldier gearing up for some type of sexy battle. He was strolling toward the master closet when he caught a glimpse of himself in the fully body mirror. Damn, he was a bombshell. "Damn, I'm a bombshell." He said out loud. "WHAT?" said Ted downstairs. "NOTHING ALMOST DONE!" Choosing the perfect skirt-top combo, the residual part of his Mom's brain informed him, was truly an art, requiring years of practice and processing verbal and nonverbal feedback from dates, lady gatherings, formal occasions and job interviews with both sexes. Brian only had 4 minutes, so the first thing he grabbed would have to do. It was a brown suede shirt-jacket combo, with a slightly teal sweater to go under. It screamed "mom clothes" so he thought it was a good choice. After he got his knockers to sit right in the sweater, adjusted the skirt to just below his belly button and zipped it up in the back, and lined up all the buttons on the blazer (getting his boobs to sit right in the blazer was an exercise in futility, he quickly found), Brian took a step back and looked at himself in the mirror. Grrrrrowl. - "Alright, alright, alright. Let's boogie," said Brian, rushing down the stairs. "Bout time you- oh momma you're hot!" said Ted, catchinga glimpse of business Anita. Brian shrugged it off. "Funny thing is, this is about the toned down thing I saw in mom's closet. I'm trying to keep this strictly business, of course, but I dunno, maybe if I'm the alpha female in the room it'll phase Sharma a little bit, she's probably not used to that. Maybe-" Brian noticed Ted's eyes had been locked on his stockinged feet for a good 3 seconds now. "What, you got a thing for feet?" said Brian. You want a fifteen minute footjob next time? he thought, but didn't dare say it. He wasn't even sure he was the one who had thought it. "Nah man," said Ted. "Well, I mean maybe a little, with the right girl but...well, here's what I was thinkin. How're you gonna walk around? You've never worn heels before." Ted was right, Brian realized staring down at his dainty mauve toenails sheathed in nylon. There was no way he was to thrawrt Sharma's plan walking around like a newborn giraffe to and from her office. At the very least she'd think Brian's parents were silly and incapable of raising and, in this case, punishing him properly, and she'd have to take the matter into her own hands despite their little 4 pm shindig. Sharma would throughly enjoy that, Brian imagined. Wost case scenario- she might think Brian had jumped into his Mom's body and was posing as her to avoid not having any smart phone and video games for the next year. One minute until they had to leave. "Time to improvise," said Brian. - Sharma Amod rolled up her yoga mat and changed back into her work clothes. 3:30 to 4 each day was her only break, and she used it for the only thing that kept her sane- the spiritual and mental cleansing of yoga. Sharma had done yoga since she was 7. As a little girl back in Dubai, she had used it to try and zone out off a home that was dominated by her usually drunken Dad. At age 13, when she'd been caught making out with a girl in the bathroom, she'd used it try to undo the spiritual damage 4 electroshock sessions had inflicted upon her. At age 23, when she'd finally gotten her Visa and settled in upper Chicago, the clothes on her back her only possessions, she'd made the two room white walled space feel more like a home with a one house yoga and comtemplative music session each and every day. Afterward the walls always took on an undulating blue-yellow color that was impossible to unsee until she closed her eyes at 8 every night, resting up for her secretarial job at a real estate office. The first pussy she'd ever eaten had been a girl she'd met at a yoga class. She remembered it vividly- the windows of her apartment wide open on a hot summer day, her moans flying out and dissipating unheard in the 25th floor sky. Or maybe it was a fellow Education student she'd met at Unversity of Chicago? It was one of those two for sure, she might be flip-flopping her first and second lovers. She'd eaten so much American pussy it was only natural to lose track at some point. Sharma crossed her legs impatiently behind her desk. It was the biggest desk at the high school, which was the staff equivalent of having the biggest dick. It was 4:02. Her 4 PM was late. Don't fuck with the big dick. - Brian had been a mess during the drive, sweating to a degree that made him happy he hadn't worn makeup, but unhappy he'd forgotten Secret deodorant. He and Ted's tardiness ended up working in their favor though, he thought afterward. At 4 PM, he was sure Sharma had been grinning behind her desk like a cobra ready to strike. By 4:10 when they walked into her office, she looked like cobra that had been poising and flexing for 10 minutes and had worn itself out a bit. A worn out Sharma was exactly the kind he wanted to deal with. Sharma started out with the standard stuff. How were they? Did they enjoy Easter? Blah blah blah. Brian thought they answered convincingly enough. Sharma wasn't lingering on any of the formalities anyway-she wanted to get right to the good stuff. The good stuff, as it turned out, was a 10 minute monologue about the, to quote Sharma, "deleterious consequences" that technology was having on modern youth, from kids at burger joints having their brains liquified by two button cash registers to eight year olds being unable to communicate without emoticons. Brian, Anita's son, was about to become one of these very victims, Sharna assured them. Ted hammed it up more than Brian did, staying wide eyed and nodding constantly throughout. Brian nodded only enough to let her know he wasn't veging out, which was totally what he was doing. He kept only enough of his brain active to catch the end of her speech, the important part. This was the important part: "So in conclusion Mr and Mrs. Smith, though I know you are model citizens of this town and hope to raise a son who follows in your footsteps, I have taken the following punitive action: I have given Brian one strike toward permanent expulsion for his repeated attempts to greatly stunt the learning and intellect of himself and those around him, an extreme offense in this great high school. Though these strikes won't appear on his permanent record in any way, the accumulation of 3 will result in his inability to attend school any further, in this school or any other. I would strongly recommend you take away all of Brian's access to electronic devices until such a time as his academic good standing is no longer in jeopardy." It was mostly gobbledy gook to Brian, but he got the drift- getting caught two more times would mean no job at his Dad's contracting biz. Probably one if Sharma was half as trigger happy as he suspecte she was. She had beamed throughout the speech like the President giving the State of the Union during a year when the US had struck oil in all 50 states. He'd paid just enough attention in US History class to construct that little quip. "Is something funny, Mrs. Smith?" said Sharma. Brian buried his smile. "No ma'am. That was beautifully delivered, and tota...completely true. We had already been thinking about taking away Brian's iPhone that...we....got him for Christmas, so consider it done when we get home tonight. He's sick right now as I informed the office earlier this morning, but we don't care at all, we're taking it away right away." Brian though that sounded like a parent would sound. A little weird maybe, but then parents were weird. "I absolutely agree with my wife, Sharma," said Ted in Brad's drawl. "He's just going to have to man up tonight and...take control of his future." He slapped a hand on Brian's thigh. Ew, thought Brian, but he just kept smiling his best evil lets-get-back-at-our-kids parental smile. Sharma smiled back, out-eviling Brian he was sure. "The thought of this meeting probably left his little stomach in knots huh?" Sharma laughed. Brian had never heard Sharma laugh before. It sounded a very large predatory bird diving in for or celebrating a kill, or both simultaneously. Brian and Ted laughed too. They sounded like people laughing, the way people laughing should sound. Brian was quickly getting used to his octave higher voice too, he was surprised to find. "Well," said Sharma, "I won't keep you too from your duties as parents any longer. Feel free to blame it on me if you have to, but tell Brian I'm only doing it because I care about his future." With that they shook hands, pushed in chairs and got up to go. Brian, following his "husband", was almost out of the danger zone and about to close the door when Sharma spoke. "Mrs. Smith?" she said. "Yes Ms Amod?" said Brian. "Would mind staying for a second so that I might relay some information about your son that I believe should only stay between women for the time being? You can pass it to your husband afterwards if you see fit, but I want to leave that up to you." Brian and Ted looked at each other. Fuck! said Ted's eyes under Brad's signature calm face. Play it cool, said Brian's eyes under Anita's always slightly smiling face. Ted felt a boner start to stir. "Go ahead honey, I'll get the car warmed up," said Ted's mouth. Brian shut the door and sat back down. - Brian was amazed at the thoughts that ran through his head in the three seconds between sitting down and when Ms Amod opened her lips. What other dirt could she possibly have on me? Is she about to just start making shit up? That's totally what she's about to start doing! What'll it be? Peeping tom stuff she only wants to tell the mom about? Caught jacking off in the boys room? She thinks I'm gay? She- "Do you lean both ways, Anita?" said Sharma. Brian raised an eyebrow. Did that mean what he thought it meant? Please let it be some code only a 30 year old woman talking to a 42 year old woman was meant to understand. Please let it not mean- "I saw your shoes," said Sharma. "Etnies? A girlfriend of mine used to wear those. Skater girl who was into baggy pants, shoes from Journeys, guy stuff. We were...we were really close. Really close a long time. I haven't seen a woman wearing shoes like that since. Really...really turns me on, you know? Takes me back." Brian tried to look as awkward as he thought his mother might. Sharma wasn't phased. "Look, you're a knockout already, but those shoes. I think they're a sign for me. Wanna tell hubby I scheduled a second meeting with you next Monday night and get some drinks together?" Brian could feel that cool haze of his mother's consciousness drifting form behind his brain. Two hours the conversation at hand would be dreamlike. Two weeks later he'd barely remember it at all. "I'm sorry, Ms Amod, I'm a happily married woman," said Anita. "What's with the shoes then?" said Sharma. "I...I really don't know how I got these on." Sharma frowned for maybe two seconds, then her mouth flipped upside down. "I really hoped it wouldn't come to this, but then again, for the sake of immediate gratification, I was kind of hoping it would. Chelsea!" The adjoining opaque glass door between the lobby and the Principal's office open and shut with a slap. Like magic appeared a petit, slightly pudgy Asian woman. Chelsea, Anita presumed. Brian had seen this lady maybe twice in the hall and knew who she was- Chelsea, one of four administrative assistants to the main school office, slightly slutty dresser remarked upon occasionally by the football team, but not much remarkable beyond that. A writer of phone messages and receiver of sick notes, day in, day out. Anita had never seen this lady before. She was just a pudgy Asian lady whose skirt could have been a two inches lower. Leave that to the girls who actually had some! "Chelsea," said Sharma, "What happened during this 15 minute meeting with Mrs. Smith?" Chelsea smiled. "Nothing out of the ordinary, Ms. Amod. Just some casual talking about Brian. You called me in as a witness because Mrs. Smith was making subtle advances on you." Sharma grinned. "Chelsea, what most certainly DIDN'T happen during this 15 minute meeting with Mrs. Smith?" Chelsea smiled even more. "Mrs Smith most certainly WASN'T blackmailed into eating both of our pussies." And with that, Chelsea leaned down and sucked on Sharma's face for a good five seconds. - "See Mrs. Smith," said Sharma, "let me tell you how this is going to work. You're going to give the best cunnilingus of your entire life to me and my colleague, or we're going to give Brian some more strikes toward being a janitor the rest of his life." Anita's mouth was agape. That didn't happen much. "You're both disgusting," she said. Sharma smiled. "No, YOU'RE the disgusting one who hits on innocent Principals. Isn't that right Chelsea?" "Most certainly, m'am." "Now let me tell you how this is going to work," said Sharma. Her eyes were lasers on Anita and Anita was a cross-armed, cross-legged doll of titanium. "You're going to drop to all fours in three seconds, or your little baby Brian gets another strike. Ready? One...Two..." "You're a fucking sick whore." Sharma grabbed a pen and etched on what Anita presumed was the expulsion form. This was confirmed seconds later when Sharma waved it in her face. "I'm glad your son likes iPhones, because he's going to be selling them at Target for the rest of his life! Now look- you've already wasted the time that should've been spent licking my clit before your husband gets worried and comes back in, so I'm going to let you go for now. But I'm going to be a McMurrty's Bar next Monday, and I'd better see you there at 7 sharp, dressed to please. We've got a date together that'd going to end very well. If you DON'T show up, Brian gets strike three and its all over." Sharma smiled a snaky smile. "And remember, outside of any of this, if you even suggest to your husband or anyone that Chelsea and I tried to blackmail you for that sweet tongue of yours, it's YOU that's getting pinned for sexual advances, a la my witness. You have been in here a strangely long time your husband will vouch for, you lezzy hussy." Anita was about to cry. She couldn't let them see her cry. She got up and made for the door. The tears were already singing in her head as she closed the door, but not enough to drown out Sharma behind her- "Oh and one more thing Mrs. Smith? This weekend, schedule a tongue piercing." - Ted turned off the truck and walked out to check on Brian. It had been 20 minutes. He was worried about Brian at the hands of the evil Ms. Amod. And he had to pee. To his surprise he didn't find Brian in Ms. Amod's office, or even outside the office drained of all fluid with two teethmarks on the neck. Ted didn't even make it that far. Brian was slowly walking through the hall midway between the office and the truck, one hand on the wall, tears streaming down his motherly face. "What's wrong man?!" said Ted, "Holy shit, what's wrong?" Brian looked up at him. His expression was completely calm. "I don't know man. I just blacked our or something and came to like 5 minutes ago, bawling like a fucking baby!" - They were a quarter of the way home with George Strait blaring on the radio when it all came back. "George Strait ain't all that bad man, huh? All these years I've been trashing your parents and mine's music, when actually it ain't that bad you know?" Not getting a response, Ted looked over. Brian's eyes were dry and wide with horror. "What's up man?" "Oh shit, dude" said Brian. "Oh shit!!!!"