Blessing Gone Wrong
Samantha had always been fascinated by the mystery arts: voodoo, talismans, and the like, but she carefully stayed away from anything dark or harmful. Her three closest friends were more ordinary. Roxana was the cutest of the group, with delicate features and a gentle aura. Richard had a gorgeous face and a thin but discreetly fit body; he’d had a crush on Roxana for ages, but she had made it clear she was asexual. Steven was the openly bisexual one of the group.
One day Samantha found a hidden gem of a Mojo store that was about to throw away a bunch of old talismans the tourists wouldn’t buy because of their odd faces and markings. She basically paid them to take out their trash. After digging through her old books and online research, she decided they were good-luck amulets meant to protect and bless a loved one. Each had a small dent designed to hold a strand of hair.
She convinced the group during a calm dinner at Steven’s place. They each wrapped a strand of their own hair into their talisman, then “blessed” the person sitting to their right:
Richard blessed Roxana. Roxana blessed Steven. Steven blessed Samantha. Samantha blessed Richard
They each slipped their necklace on.
The world spun violently. They grabbed the table, thinking it was an earthquake. When everything settled, they stared at each other in shock.
Roxana raised her manicured hands in confusion. Samantha’s body was doing the same while Steven jumped back from the table as he saw down his body.
Richard looked down at his flat chest and hairy arms. “Oh shit…” he muttered in an excited and unusual high-pitched voice, a girly tone that Samantha used to do when excited or stressed, yanking his shirt out to peek inside. “Fuck! Guys, I’m sorry! This wasn’t supposed to happen! I must have read the markings wrong!” He pleaded as he stood up, not aware of his physical strength, he sent the chair flying backwards, the noise calling everyone's attention.
“It’s me! Samantha!” she said from Richard’s body.
Roxana's body stared at Richard's scene. “Samantha? Wait… if you are in my body, and this is Roxana's, where is she, Rox?” Richard asked puzzled as he made Roxana's large eyes turn toward Steven's body, he looked back in shock and slight horror into Richard's eyes now framed within the mascara covered eyelashes who belonged to Roxana a few seconds ago, "I... I am Roxana" She answered from where she had just made Steven's body jump away from the table with a hint of her soft tone in her now deeper voice.
They all turned to Samanth'as body. She stood frozen, hands hovering over her own voluptuous breasts in shock.
“Steven?” Samantha asked from Richard’s taller, fit body.
Richard (in Roxana’s body) approached Steven in Samanth'as body and tapped her shoulder. “Steven! You okay?”
Steven blinked, still processing. “Is this real?”
Samantha nodded with Richard’s voice. “As real as it gets. But we should be able to swap back if we just take these off…”
She grabbed the necklace and tried to pull it over her head. It instantly heated up so fast and so hot that she screamed in Richard’s deep voice and dropped it back onto her chest. The burning stopped the moment she left go off it and it cooled instantly as it landed on her chest, but the message was clear: they were stuck until they figured out how to remove the talismans safely.
They decided to stay at Steven’s house for the night.
Steven was the first to give in to curiosity. He had always wondered what it would feel like to be a woman, to have the guys he liked want him back, and to explore the women he liked from the inside. Samantha had always been nerdy-cute, but when Steven stripped her loose clothes off, he discovered she had been hiding a rocking body underneath. He spent a long time exploring every curve, every soft inch, especially the full breasts and the warm, slick pussy between her legs.
Samantha wasn’t far behind. Richard’s male hormones were overwhelming. She started by curiously poking at his cock through his boxers until it began to harden. What started as playful exploration quickly turned into firm, hungry strokes. Precum leaked from the tip and she used it to slick her hand, moaning in Richard’s voice as the pleasure built. When she felt herself getting close, she hurried into the bathroom that connected to Steven’s bedroom, locked both doors, and stood in front of the mirror.
Richard’s fit, lean body stared back at her, cock standing proud and twitching. Shame and arousal warred inside her as she watched herself stroke it. She grunted and growled through her orgasm, splashing cum across the sink and mirror.
“Fuck…” she whispered, grabbing toilet paper to clean the mess, boxers still around her thighs and softening cock hanging out.
She was on her fourth piece of toilet paper when she looked up and saw her own former body leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, wearing nothing but panties and a smirk Samantha had never made before.
“I see you decided to do some research, my dear,” Steven said in her voice, hips swaying in a way she never had. He grabbed some wet wipes and handed them over. “Here. This’ll be faster and cleaner.”
He turned, giving her a full view of her own round ass and swaying hips as he walked back toward the bed. Over his shoulder he glanced back, long hair flowing, and winked. “You’re not the only one, honey.”
Samantha felt Richard’s cock twitch and start hardening again.
She cleaned up in a rush and followed him into the bedroom. Steven turned as she climbed onto the bed, Richard’s face meeting Steven's borrowed cute nerdy face.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” he said in a sensual voice she had never made before, cupping Richard's face and pulling her into a deep kiss.
Samantha let herself go completely. Steven guided her inexperienced friend the entire time, kissing, touching, teaching her how to use Richard’s body. After several minutes of making out they both got rid of their remaining underwear. Steven lowered his head (her head) between her legs and looked up with a wicked little smile.
“I’ve always wanted to have Richard’s dick… to taste him,” he murmured. “But he would never pay attention to no one but Roxana, and much less to me. So enjoy this, my sweet girl.”
Then he wrapped Samantha’s soft lips around the throbbing cock and began to suck.
Richard couldn’t sleep.
He lay on the sofa in Steven’s living room, tossing and turning in Roxana’s body. The new weight on his chest, the way his hips and thighs filled out the large t-shirt Steven had lent him as pajamas, it all felt strange and overwhelming. But what made it worse was knowing exactly whose body he was in. The woman he’d had a crush on for years was now his, or at least he was her.
Giving up on sleep, he quietly got up and wandered into the living room. Steven’s body was fast asleep on the other couch, breathing deeply, Roxana inside it. The moonlight poured through the big window, casting a soft silver glow across the room.
Richard caught his reflection in the glass and stopped.
There she was. Roxana. Long dark hair falling over her shoulders, delicate face, and those curves he had secretly admired for so long. Only now they were his to touch.
Heart pounding, he slid his slender, manicured hands under the oversized t-shirt. His fingers brushed the underside of her full breasts. The sensation was oddly familiar at first, like touching his own skin, but when his fingertips grazed her nipples, a sharp, electric spark shot through him. He gasped softly. They were incredibly sensitive. Even the lightest touch sent tingles straight between his legs.
He kept exploring, cupping and gently squeezing Roxana’s breasts, learning what felt good. The heat building between his thighs became impossible to ignore. Slowly, he lowered one hand, sliding it down over the soft curve of her stomach until he reached the soft, bushy hair between her legs.
His fingers slipped lower.
The silky strands welcomed him, guiding his hand to the warm, already slick folds beneath. Even though Roxana had always preached about beign asexual, her body responded eagerly to his touch. Richard’s breath hitched as he found her clit and began rubbing slow, careful circles. The pleasure was immediate and intense, far more overwhelming than anything he had ever felt as a man.
Soon he had two fingers inside her, moving in a steady rhythm while his thumb kept working her clit. Soft, breathy moans escaped Roxana’s lips as he watched her reflection in the moonlit window, naked from the waist down, legs slightly parted, one hand on her breast over the t-shirt fabric and the other buried between her thighs.
The real Roxana slept just a few meters away in Steven’s body, completely unaware that her own body was being thoroughly explored and pleasured right in front of her.
Richard didn’t care anymore. The pleasure was too good. He kept going, faster, deeper, chasing the building orgasm while staring at the beautiful, flushed woman in the reflection, the woman he had always wanted.
Back in the bedroom, Steven was in heaven.
Being inside Samantha’s body felt better than he had ever imagined. He wasn’t trans, just bi, but the question of what it would feel like to be a woman had always lingered in the back of his mind. Now he had the answer, and it was even better because it was Richard (controlled by Samantha) who was fucking him.
She knew exactly what her own body liked. Every thrust, every angle, every touch was perfect. Steven moaned loudly, no longer caring about being quiet. His, no, her, cries of pleasure echoed through the apartment.
In the living room, Richard was still by the window, fingers deep in Roxana’s pussy, when he heard the unmistakable sounds coming from the bedroom. A wicked little smirk crossed Roxana’s face. He already knew what was happening in there.
But the moans gave him an even better idea.
He walked over to the couch where Steven’s body lay sleeping, Roxana still inside it. She was only wearing boxers, and even in sleep, the body she now inhabited was reacting to the sounds. Richard gently pulled opem the fly of her boxers. Roxana’s new cock was already half-hard and growing quickly.
He didn’t hesitate. He tossed away the panties that barely hanged at his delicate ankles and got off the oversized t-shirt that had been containing his full sensual curves.
Richard climbed onto the couch, straddled Roxana’s hips, his borrowed pussy was already soaking wet. He lowered himself slowly, feeling every inch of the thick cock stretch Roxana’s tight, untouched folds as he sank down onto it.
A soft, lusty moan escaped his lips in Roxana’s voice.
He started riding, slow, deep rolls of his hips, savoring the feeling of being filled. Roxana’s cock hardened completely inside him. A few seconds later her eyes snapped open.
Roxana’s expression went from confusion to shock to raw arousal in seconds. She was staring up at her own naked body bouncing on her cock under the moonlight, while feeling the tight, wet heat of her own pussy gripping her new dick.
Richard looked down at her and smiled.
Roxana grabbed his hips, her old hips, and thrust upward hard in pure instinct, burying herself to the hilt. Richard gasped and moaned louder. They stopped holding back. The living room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping and desperate, feminine moans.
From the bedroom, Samantha and Steven’s cries answered them. Two couples, four bodies, one shared night of unexpected pleasure.
The mystery on how to take off the talismans might get solved later, in the meantime the moon light would remain witness of their newly discovered sensations.
Hey guys! first time adding a pinned comment. Just wanted to share a little something about this story, this took me longer than usual, mainly because of two reasons: personal life and work as well as this one requiring two women to visually complement the story. I had planned a small set of photos for the final part with Richard riding Roxana and Steven enjoying Samantha a little too much, but it was already taking too long on a single Grande so I settled for only a few shots.
Anyway, hope you enjoy these stories as much as I have so far!