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He stared at the collar in his hand, shivering intensely as the memories
of what wearing it did to him rushed through his head. He'd used it 3
times so far and everytime it felt a little more difficult to come back
from where he was.
The White leather collar though inanimate seemed to look up at him
judgmentally so reminding him in much the way a parent stares at their
kid when they've done something wrong, but hasn't yet confessed to it.
The Collar knew he would break. It wasn't an if. But a when.
The Collar did things to him. Made him...someone else. And she was
terrifying to him.
He trembled remembering the way her body felt, the way he was lost in
the way she moved around him the way he lost track to where he stopped
and she began.
These weren't metaphors.
He could feel his body reacting to the memories bubbling around in his
mind as he thought about her, his cock swelling and pushing against his
pants.
He was She.
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He remembered when he placed the collar on his neck the first time, a
random compulsion as he felt the soft material under his finger tips all
those weeks back.
He gasped as the goosebumps grew along his skin and a shiver before the
muscles in his stomach clenching forced him to lean against the wall of
the goodwill he'd found the collar in.
He'd been browsing out of boredom when he found it. Seeing it and
thinking he'd gift it to one of the few friends he knew owned a dog or a
cat, a thoughtful gift that might look nice.
The buzz of arousal that blitzed up his arm as he grabbed it made him
realise. This collar wasn't for animals.
The moment the realisation dawned on him, the thought that people had
worn this collar wouldn't leave his mind. The thought that people would
wear this either fashionably so or for-the forbidden thought. He'd never
been a "kinky" person, but now that he held the collar, and had bought
it with little thought, the thought that someone had this collar around
their neck, and that potentially they wore it with sex being the
motivation or the driving cause would not leave his mind.
It was like the contact with the collar had planted a tempting voice in
his mind. A voice that cooed, and teased and desired him to try.
He'd barely realised in his fogged mindset that he'd turned a corner to
the side of the store, he'd barely come to realise he'd held it up to
his neck ,and was securing the buckle through the holes, and the sliding
the slack of the colar into place.
And the memory of the goosebumps filled his head again
The memory of his body tensing and relaxing in waves as he fell to his
knees, his shirt warping under- His hands shot to grab what he refused
to register, but the giggling thought that invaded his mind whispered
the words oh so very teasingly. Tits.
He wheezes and gasped as he saw the pale whiteness of his hands slowly
fill in with pigment, the dark choclate shade racing up his skin as he
felt it grow the more sensitive to the material of his jeans.
-
He shook his head as he tried to remove the memory from his mind as he
sighed and contnued to look at her...no, look at the collar. This collar
was, what it was. Magic or no, He was he. Not her. And she wasn't the
collar. He steeled his resolve and tossed the collar accross his room
the it landing perfectly under the chair at his desk.
He desperately wished it hadn't happened. Tried despite the evidence to
believe he was just going insane. And yet...his phone was resplendant
with selfies of...her. Not just selfies, but nudes, and sex shots, and
her one night stands.
She was a slut.
That fact made it all the more scary that it was becoming more difficult
to find the parts where he ended and where she began. Even when he was
just himself he still felt the conflicting reality of knowing what he'd-
what she had done. And knowing that even after being male again all his
sexual thougths were driven toward her and her exploits. The pictures of
her sucking dick, and the pictures nudes she'd collected were easily
ignored and he was willing to ignore his physical cravings, but the
after effects and the way she was changing him made him worrty abotu
several questions.
How much of her was just parts of him that he didn't know about or
indulge? How much of her was actually just him finally acting with out
restraint?
The inverse scared him just as much. How much of her was left when he
was finally himself again? How much of himself was he losing when he
gave in and let her out?
And the last question, a question he would refuse to ask, refuse to
confront because of the gravity of it, the sheer size of it. How much
longer would he last until there was no more Him and Her, when would the
border where he and she started and ended cease to be and they became
just Her.
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He had enough self awareness to storm back into the store, his darkened
skin and rapidly expanding hips and ass making his stride shift and
pivot in motions that were uncontrolled garnered a lot of stares, his
legs mismatched until the were the same long legs that went upward into
strong and sclupted thighs his feet pinchign and growing loose inside
his shoes.
He had long since realised where this new change was going and had
enough knowing to start grabbing fists full of clothes and shoes and
coats and draggin them along to the back fitting rooms, grunting and
shivering as he felt his neck under the collar squeeze and narrow all
the while his vocalisation that he tried to keep quiet were becoming a
much more softer timbre, what short words he'd said to anyone looking at
him developing into a smooth sexy sound fitting someone who might be
more well employed in a sex hotline
Upon standing in the dressing room he'd gasped as he'd seen his
overweight face pulling and shaping itself into an dark and feminine
shape that showed maturity and bright blue eyes that pierced deep enough
to find secrets in anyone they could see.
She scared him, and aroused him.
He pulled down his pants feeling the bubble of arousal pushing his cock
up and into the are, his shirt quickly being doffed as he witnessed his
wide hips take up his middle and lead into a squeezed waist that felt
firm and strong as he watched the fat melt away from his body, sturdy
abs sculpting themselves out of the unused muscles inside him.
All the changes should have felt painful, should have made him screem,
but he found himself biting his lips trying to stifle the deep throated
moan that wormed it's way up from his middle.
He gasped loudly, as he hands pushed to hold on to his cock, a feable
protest as he watched the rest of his masculinity melt away or be
rearranged to create the model of exotic beauty taking shape in the
mirror before him.
Despite his stunned shock his hands slowly stroked, squeezing as he
watched his nipples swell and engorge in the open air, pushing out of
the tiny handfulls they'd been and swell larger, and larger until they
hung forth proudly into what he believed to be a double d shape
He felt the squeezing tug on his balls as he tried to hold steady
against the mirror, awkwardly bent as he stroked his cock, his sack
disappearing from sight as his arousal raced, muscles inside him burning
and twitching as he felt the tell tale sign of orgasm pumping it's way
through him.
His legs gave out as he felt it. His balls pulled in, and his cock
flexed, twitching and spurting, the white cum spraying and hitting the
mirror in large splattering impacts, the flow heavy and intense acting
much longer than he was used to. He groaned, his body tiwtching as he
felt the last of the changes move into place as his cock vanished into a
void of wet stickiness. He stared at the mess he'd made on the mirror
and floor as though his body had forced all the cum from his body.
And then she saw her face.
Her mouth hung open as she saw the way her skin shown in the light, a
sexy black lady sitting naked. She held her legs together in reflex
trying to not look, a sense of embarassment in her before the
realisation hit.. That was all her.
She stood up and moved, holding one leg out and cocking her hip a
moment, shifting back and forth on each leg as she felt the way her hips
shifted, the new center of gravity slowly becoming something she was
accustomed to as she breathed in deeply, running her hand through her
long soft hair, feeling volume and softness that no doubt would have
taken who knows how much maintenance naturally.
The smile she made filled her with a sense of comfort.
-
He laid there on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. She'd put a mirror
there. He tried to ignore the reflection of himself looking down at him,
the sight making him feel intensely uncomfortable in part to knowing why
she'd done it and in part to just not liking his reflection.
But she liked her reflection.
She was vain, and loved taking a moment to look at her whereever
possible, when she had arrived in his appartment that first time she had
spent the better part of an hour rubbing herself while watching through
a mirror. And that aspced of herself made itself known as she always
liked to be near a mirror when in the heat of passion with a lover,
watching her face and body move with the intense rush-
He caught himself. He sat up and lightly slapped his cheeks on both
sides trying to clear his mind.
He'd been her five times so far. Everytime he'd come back he felt guilty
about it, but never guilty enough to stop.
It was his belief that that was why the collar had been abandoned in a
store. Whoever had it last was guilty enough. Scared enough to be able
to want to try and keep ahold of themself while they still could. Why
couldn't he?
He kept coming back to that. She had taken up so much of himself that
his time as himself was swept up now in worrying about when he was going
to have that lapse in judgement and put the collar back on.
Why couldn't he stop?
-
She smiled and moved through the club, her jeans hugging tightly on her
hips and ass. She pulled eyes to her with the way she walked and smiled,
her hair teased up and moving with her steps
She felt so damn hot right now.
She'd spent that first time as herself running home, masturbating and
trying to figure out what had happened, why it happened. Slowly taking
the collar off after several hours of horny self exploration and finding
herself back in the other persons body. Him. She and him were the same,
she knew that much, her thoughts were his, and the same, but much like
him, he didn't know where they stopped being the same person and
diverged from there. But, she didn't much mind.
She had found a random woman alone on the floor and danced her way into
her personal space, their bodies near each other as she found her eyes
meeting the blonde white woman whome she danced with. He would never
have even tried to get with her, let alone do so with such ease, but she
would.
They're interactions went slow, She introducing herself, Blondie telling
her name, speeding up slowly, sharing drinks at a table, telling each
other they'd come off a bad relationship, a lie on Her part, but Blondie
would never know. More drinks. Accelerating, more dancing, hidnig away
in the restroom, kissing. Hands all overt each others, blondie being
sandwhiched between the wall and Her own body, the soft cushioning of
their breasts making Her previous male sex drive roar.
Faster, Kissing, mashing lips together, tongues dancing in their mouths
Faster, breathless gasps. "Let's go somewhere private."
Faster, Her...his appartment
Faster clothes being ripped and pulled off
Faster. Their bodies sizzling and burning hot as they kisses and pressed
against each other, slicked with sweat as she felt blondies fingers deep
inside Her-
-
He stomped his feet down into the carpet as he beat his head
Blondie had been on his phone all these weeks, joined by Tall, Dark,
Handsome, Redhead, pig tails, E cup, 12 inches.
They all sent photos. Every photo was hot. And he hated how he
responded. Hated how much he couldn't stand to delete them.
He felt hollow. He stomped his way to the collar, grabbing it and
pitcking it up.
It was thin. Barely thick enough to choke anyone. He held it, pulled.
He pulled on both ends, pulled in opposite directions up and down with
all the force he could will and...his hands wouldn't work. He grunts
angrily.
He huffed angrilly, feeling the temptation worming again. He didnt' want
to break it, she didn't want to break it. He didn't want her to leave.
His eyes watered as he tried to resist more memories.
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Whether or not he'd developed the crush and surpressed it in his
repressed way or not was beyond him, but he found himself a passenger in
her body as they walked with confidence into his best friends home. The
bait on the line being her phone being dead and needing to call a tow
truck to pick up her car a mile away.
He let her use the line, she called 411, adlibbed a bunch of nonsense.
"Can I repay you?" She asked with a warm smile, having put herself in
his space, a tactic that guaranteed the speed of the situation to pick
up.
He stammered and stumbled over his words in a way that was cute so She
Kissed him. Her hands snaked into the best friends pants, gripping and
teasing the cock that Her other half had spied a few times in the gym
locker room.
Clothers were tossed.
Lips locking as She giggles and cooed in his ear as his hands grabbed
and squeezed her.
She pressed him down into the bed, sinking on to him a moan pushed from
her mouth as she felt him inside Her, splitting their lips apart as She
met bottom where their pelvis connected.
She felt him inside him, she felt power, she felt excitement, no
restraints and nothing to hide as her tits bounced and he moved atop him
a temple to pleasure as he worshipped Her.
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He snapped out again, the colar pressed against the skin of his neck as
he shook free.
No. he wouldn't
He couldn't
What if he didnt' come back?
What if She took him.
Smothered him away and--
The voice in his head spoke to him.
It sounded so much like her
Would that be so bad?
With shaking hands he slide one end of the collar into the loop.
Fastening it into place
She smiled.
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