Catching Amanda Unaware / Some Weird Stuff

(Author's Note: Remember if you want to make suggestions for where this goes next (or you just want a place to talk about swaps), come on by the discord! )

Fun, aye?

Aaron leaned back in his seat. That’s what they were here for wasn’t it? He could mess around with all this amazing people however he liked, and no one would even know. He could pull pranks, he could get into all kinds of mischief. And only him and Amanda would be in the loop.

Could he make Amanda unaware? The question hit him suddenly. Could he exclude her somehow? Or had she given herself some sort of defense against the remote's power?

A mischievous smirk crossed his face. Well, it couldn’t hurt to find out, could it?

It had to be something small, but noticeable. Something she’d laugh off if it didn’t work. And he had just the thing.

Over at the bar, a girl in skin-tight jeans and a black halter-top was just sitting down with her friends. Her shirt was loose and flowy and did wonders to draw attention to her pert midriff. It also did a fabulous job of highlighting the way her black lace bra was just barely peaking out around the corners of her cleavage.

A playful smile crossed his lips. Oh yes. This would be fun.

He pointed the remote at her from under the table, where Amanda couldn’t see. It wasn’t exactly the best aim, but what was the worst that could happen?

Zap!

He blinked, then donned his best poker face. Well, that's what he got for tempting fate.

“Aaron?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve gone all quiet. You see something you like? Some wicked ideas bouncing around in that brain of yours?"

“Oh, uh, maybe? I was just noticing your uh…”

His gaze fell behind her.

The girl who had been sat at the bar, the girl he was aiming at, was now standing there, squat down behind Amanda, her hands reaching under her shirt and around to cup at the masculine, yet no less splendid, boobs there. The girl’s fingers were just peaking out around the edges of Amanda’s top.

Aaron looked confused at the remote, then back up at her.

Most people would have been alarmed if someone with a swap device was giving them that look. Amanda was not one of them. "Oh my god!” An excited grin split her face. “I know that expression. What happened? Did you set it off by accident?”

“No! I mean I was - well I was trying to uh - “

“No wait, let me guess!” She held up a hand. “Is it my hair?” she pulled a strand in front of her face. “My dick?” she pulled the hem of her skirt to peak down below. “Or, ah - you did something to my boobs didn’t you?” She grabbed the girls hands and shook them, sending her bazangas bouncing in turn. “It always comes back to the boobs, doesn’t it?”

Aaron blinked again at the casualness with which she’d just grabbed the girls wrists.

“Do you not see the woman behind you?”

“What woman?” Her head pivoted. “The only woman standing behind me is my bra.”

“That woman is your bra!?” Seeing it was one thing. Hearing it was another.

“Mmm, yeah! She's an Alexandra.” Amanda leaned forward, tracing a finger down her bosom to show off her cleavage and the hint of the girl’s hands showing. Then she tugged her top down just a little and gave him a much more intimate view. “A little posh I know, but sometimes you just gotta treat yourself.”

He looked over to where the woman had been standing. The lacy bra Amanda had been wearing moments prior was now draped over the seat as guys chatted it up. The bartender had just sat a beer down in front of it.

Not what he’d intended.

But it was proof at least. She hadn’t noticed. Oh yes, this could be fun indeed.

“Uh - yeah!” he waved it off. He wanted to see where this bra thing went. “It was your hair, I thought it could use a slightly different shade.”

“Aha! I knew it!” she pulled another strand before her eyes and looked it contemplatively. She frowned and looked him in the eye. “But come on, Aaron. Is that really the best you can do?”

“What?”

“Changing hair and giving yourself boobs? You can do better than that! You have unlimited opportunity here.”

“What are you saying?”

“Come on, let your imagination get wild. I want to see things get weird. I want you to surprise me! So far... so far I've gotta say this has all been pretty vanilla.”

“Has it?” He stared at Alexandra, but the girl-turned bra just looked bored. But of course, Amanda couldn’t see that one could she?

“Aaron, honey, you were freaking out about the tits just now.” She leaned across and traced a finger along the swell of his chest. ”I’m starting to think maybe I grabbed the wrong guy.”

Wrong guy!?

Oh that did it. It was hard enough dealing with her perfect body, but to be teased about this too?

“Okay, if that’s how your going to play it - it’s weird you want?” He dug into all the wild dreams he’d been envisioning, the ones getting that pussy of his all hot and bothered. “Then it’s weird you’ll get!”

He brandished the remote dramatically. He knew exactly where to look.

In a corner booth, a handful of office workers were celebrating a birthday. One of them was several months pregnant - not enough to incapacitate her, but certainly enough to be showing. Her breasts looked big and full and heavy. The rest of her cohort were fairly typical guys except for the birthday boy, who had a certain rugged handsomeness to him. He was downing an entire mug of beer as the rest cheered him on.

Boy, did Aaron ever have a gift for him.

“There!”

Zap. Zap. Zap.

The co-workers continued to laugh and clap and cheer as Aaron made his swaps. Letting out one especially large hurrah as as the birthday boy slammed his drink down and wiped his chin. He put his hand over his pregnant belly. His work button-up was doing a lousy job of keeping it covered and he had several of his bottom buttons undone to attest to that fact.

The piece de resistance however, was that the woman’s pregnant, milk-laden boobs had wound up on the chest of the balding boss. His nipples were already hard and spotting through the thin fabric of his work shirt as they bounced with his laughter.

“How’s that for weird?” he grinned. “What do you have to say to that, huh?”

“I’d say ‘Should he really be drinking like that if he’s pregnant?” Amanda’s eyes flashed.

“Oh, don’t worry. I swapped his drink too.”

“See? Good instincts! It’s a good start.” she grinned. “But on the weird scale, we’re just scratching the surface. The tits were a nice touch though. I’m wonder if he’ll be the one feeding the baby when the time comes.”

“Just scratching the surface?” Aaron raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, come on, get more cerebral!”

Oh that was it. It was on!

“Okay, fine, what if I..”

Zap. Zap. Zap.

At a nearby table a group of teenage boys, who moments ago had loudly been boasting about their body counts in exaggerated detail were now giggling as they pressed the youngest of their member about which boy he has a crush on. One by one they adjusted their posture, narrowing their shoulders and crossing their legs.

Meanwhile, at the other end of the bar, a group of younger teen girls were now guffawing as the their youngest went into over-blown detail about the time she fucked that cheerleader. It was hardly anatomically possible, but none of the quite knew enough about it to correct her. One banged on the table as she laughed, her legs wide open and unconcerned with the show she was giving the room.

“How’s that?” Aaron gave the remote a little twirl.

“Getting there.” She winked. “What was that?”

“I swapped their conversation, and their sense of masculinity / femininity! Come on that’s cerebral, right? That’s good!”

“Mm…” she leaned in to overhear a snippet of their conversation. “Okay, yeah, that’s pretty hot.” she laughed. “But where’s the wow factor?

Wow factor? Now she was just trying to get him riled up. He wasn't about to give in to that was he?

Okay, maybe this once.

Fine! She wanted something big? What was something that would leave her wowed? what was something she’d be impressed by? She wanted to make things perverse. Bix sexy swaps.

He smiled as an idea landed home.

Okay. This would be big. He’d need to do a bit of set up for it but man, the payoff!

Let’s see her downplay this one!