Everybody Gets Laid!

Author's Foreword: Hello everybody! It's the finale! This marks the end of my little march writing challenge. Wow. I had a ton of fun writing this and I hope you all enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think. If you want to see more stuff by me, check out my DA or Patreon.

I don't have concrete plans to continue after this little arc, but I do want to do more stuff on CHYOA at some point and we'll see what the future has in store. I've done my best to set up all kinds of crazy branches, so if any you amazing creative swappy people want to take the reins with it, I'd absolutely love to see it!

A big thanks to everybody on my discord for their amazing suggestions about where to steer this ship, and a big thanks to everybody here who liked and commented! You're what makes writing these things so exciting!

“A toast,” Aaron grunted, not even slowing down the motions of his hips as his lava-hot labia traced his sloppy arousal up and down Amanda’s cock. “To the future.”

“Cheers!” Amanda echoed, trying to keep her head from rolling back as Aaron increased his intensity.

They downed the shots of cum together, creamy goo sliding warm down their throat. Aaron winced at the flavor.

“It’s an acquired taste.” Amanda stuck out her tongue, intending it to be playful, but the cum was already sending a fresh flush of heat through their bodies. The gesture soon turned into a lolling **** invitation.

The breath left Aaron's lungs. He squeezed his eyes shut then opened them again. Shit, here he thought he'd been horny before? This had taken it to the next level.

He pounced on her. His fat peach of an ass settling again in her lap, their big sloppy tits mashing, nipple-to-nipple, as she reclined further in her chair to accommodate the sudden weight. Aaron’s lips probed, his hands hunted. His whole body was tuned to the lusty task before him.

“Oh - fuck!” Amanda moaned out, her hips rising and falling like a train, grinding into him, pulling him against her, their bodies rubbing against each other until they couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended.

Fuck, she’d missed this~!

Sex.

That’s what it all came down to. For Aaron, for Amanda, and for everybody in that whole damn bar. The whole world could have been fucking for all Aaron knew, and in that moment it would only have seemed right given the remote’s power. It had just taken that one last swap, and all the people in the porno were drinking and laughing as the bargoers fucked each other with wild abandon.

It would have been so delicious to watch the ramifications, to see the knock-on effects. There would be time for that. In the coming days they would talk and laugh and get to know each other. But then and there, they had more important things to worry about. Like those tits buried in his face. Like that cunt dripping down on her cock.

With the dramatic tension of Alex’s hail mary resolved, Amanda had been all too eager to get back to the meat of the situation. The meat of course being the broiling pussy currently between Aaron’ legs.

With a lilting grunt, Amanda’s dick found the angle it had been looking for. Aaron rose up to give it the clearance, then came down hard, his pussy lips swallowing her cock at last. Steam flooded between them, like the quenching of a hot steel rod. Aaron’s eyes went wide with surprise. It was his first cock. Oh fuck, no wonder the other him had been so into this

He gasped, his breath coming out as a hot pant, a yearning wail, his body was focused so much on the fat hard rod inside of him that things like breathing and thinking were secondary. He blinked between roils of twitching pleasure, he tried to take stock.

All around him everybody was fucking. With every bounce of Amanda’s hips he caught a glimpse of some new strangeness, of some swapped up strangers oblivious to their plight as they fucked and stroked and passed the night in mutual merriment.

Occasionally, a familiar face came to the fore.

The couple who’s relationship they had swapped with were up on the table rubbing their cocks together in a furious but passionate rut, their bodies pressed together with playful tenderness as they explored each other's romantic forms. It was a contrast to the more casual atmosphere over at the bar. Everybody’s hands were holding dicks or fingering pussies, all tongues slurping and licking. Cocks went into any whole they were near. Some went hard, some went slow, but all went one way or another.

The dudebro in the clubwear had somehow ended up bent over , wriggling his lingerie-lingerie clad ass, as his date pounded away at him doggy style, his great big tits swinging forward and backwards like a pendulum.

The fashionable girl out on the dance floor was now in a sixty-nine on a table with her date, the two of them just as keen to show off their elaborate buttplugs to each other as bury their faces in each other's snatches

And of course, Alex and his girlfriend were trying for a baby right then and there at the table next to them.

Aaron squirmed as Amanda’s hand mauled his breast, squeezing at his aching nipples.

The girl Aaron had taken the jealousy from had taken the place of the birthday boy at the office party, pirouetting seductively around a person pretending to be a strip pole as she bounced her fat pregnant tits from cheering cock to cheering cock. Well, she’d found her courage it seemed. Good for her.

The two tables with the teenagers who had had their masculinity and femininity swapped had pushed their tables together, their earlier bravado challenged, but none quite willing to back down in front of the eyes of their peers. There were more more than a few blushes as both sides fell upon each other, their fumbling hands playing at experience they didn't really have. The boys were demure but eager, even if they kept giggling, and the girls were only too eager to take them up on it. This would be the talk of the school for weeks to come.

The girl who was a bra was gone from her spot on the table. She'd been taken by someone who couldn’t believe their eyes - who would leave something like this lying around? The person blushed - she’d never worn a bra before. Only girls wore bras, but all her life she’d yearned to dress like a girl, to be pretty. Now, she’d found an expensive sexy bra just lying around? Oh, she’d take this one home and treat it well, make no mistake.

Amanda grunted out as Aaron, taking a cue from the girls fucking next to them, started twisting his hips.

Back near the bar someone was running a tongue along the bra-strap of the bra that was now a girl, their hand pressing eagerly into the cups as they felt the silky thing up. He had never seen anyone so beautiful in all his life. He wanted to take her home, to care for her, to go everywhere together. Truly, a romance for the ages!

Nearby, the bartender was working her cock furiously as two satisfied customers licked and fondled at her fat heavy balls. It wasn't just any dick she'd ended up with though, she’d somehow ended up with the knobly weird-shaped dick that had originally belonged to the keg tap. Well, at least she’d know how to handle it.

One of the guys licking her balls was bouncing up and down on a dildo, each slap of his fat ass smashing into a television remote. Aaron's heart froze for a half-beat until he realized it wasn't their remote. The channel on the big-screen was changing with every bounce. Normal things had somehow turned to porn too, ads flickering by where housewives were bent over a spill as their husbands drove at their pussy, or where supermodels fucked in the backseats of cars. A girl with a golden-haired tail was being walked on a leash, rushing off to sniff at the bikini-clad butts of the other dog girls. The upcoming sports feed had a guy bouncing on his co-anchor's cock as they interviewed a human-eared border collie.

Weirdest of all though, was seeing all those elements of Aaron’s original face and hair mixed into the crowd, so different for the context. His eyes rolled, his lips quivered.

Aron cried out like a whore in heat.

Yeah, okay, it was weird.

But - the arousal of it all swirled in his brain like whisky - but fuck.

Fuck.

It it was all so… /hot/.

All these mixed up people, all these changed lives. All this tantric sexual energy. It was all building upon itself, making his vision spin, making his stomach churn, his pussy funneling forward, spiraling towards…

Oh fuck!” His eyes starred, his body clenched. He pressed his body against hers. He could feel something stirring in her. They kissed, their tongues probing each other's mouths for the last remnants of that cum shot, sharing their last slippery load.

“Oh fuck!” she agreed. Her cock twitched and bucked inside of him. Her whole body pulsed. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

“Ah - me - me too!”

Her dick was so goddamn big inside him and now it was fucking towards a screaming brain-blanking crescendo; the symphony of perversion and lust careening towards a beautiful crescendo.

She came.

He pressed his hips as deep into hers as he could, the two grinding and pressing and mantling each other over the fucking edge. Her cum flooded hot into his womb, as deep as he was able. Oh god, it was so goddamn good. It filled up every space of his screaming cunt. Her cum flooding into his pussy – it was the culmination of all that had been promised!

And then the cum sent him shivering through an orgasm of his own. And another, and another.

“Oh fuck~’ He rose off her, body trembling as she held his arms, as her girl-cum spraying out of him - because of course Amanda's pussy was a squirter. And with each blast of her cum into him, his pleasure grew even greater.

The last thought to cross through his head before the drunken bliss overwhelmed him, before he fell limp into her arms, seemed so strange.

Fuck, what a girl.

And then he passed out onto the remote.

Zap. Zap. Zap.

-

“Ah, good morning sleepy head.”.

Aaron squinted against the light streaming in through the blinds. He was in a bed he didn’t recognize, his whole body - and especially his pussy - ached with the biggest hangover he’d ever had.

Amanda stood before him, her hair now fire-red and her tits so big you could use them for basketballs. She was wearing a bathrobe, but it didn’t even begin to hide those melons of hers, nor that dick.

“Wha-?” his voice was still hitched and sexy. “What happened?”

“We had quite the night last night.” Amanda laughed, bringing over a cup of water and some aspirin. “How are you feeling?”

“Still weirdly horny? This pussy is… “ his eyes snapped open. “Wait, shit! The pussy, the bar, the remote! "All those people.”

“God,” she let out something between a sigh and a laugh. “Right? Talk about crazy. I was up all night getting things sorted out.”

Aaron’s eyes shot downwards, he pulled away the sheets. His body was still the one he’d given himself, thank god. He still had Amanda's giant tits and his curvaceous masculine body and his long golden-retriever’s tail sticking out beneath the hem of his naughty school girl outfit.

“It was real. Oh my god.” He put a hand to his head, memories swimming. “What a disaster.”

“Very real.” she teased. “And I don’t know if I’d quite call it a disaster.” She leaned down, tits swimming into his field of view as she kissed his forehead. “At least not if it means I get to have a try with you.”

“What would you call it then?”

“A prologue.” Amanda waved the remote tantalizingly. Aaron’s pussy jumped.

“Now come on!” She slunk over to the door. “I’m going to have a shower, and then I’m going to go out and get some breakfast. There’s this great little coffee place nearby where I’ve got all the baristas swapped up to serve titty milk. You’re invited.”

“For the coffee or the shower?”

“Mmm,” She purred. “Both.”

She winked and strut off towards the bathroom, giving a bounce of her tits for emphasis. Aaron’s heart ached. Those big fat round sweater melons, so perfect for rubbing soapy hands over. Why couldn’t he have a pair like that?

Her dick twitched one last time as she made her way towards the shower, and as Aaron ran after.

This was going to be the start of something beautiful.