Everybody Gets Swapped!

Author's Foreword: Hello everybody! As the month winds out, it's the penultimate update! How will everything turn out? Thank you to everybody in my discord for participating! Stay tuned for super hot finale!

“Oh shit.”

Amanda stared agog at the remote in Alex’s hands. Her Ex’s hands. Her brain was thinking faster than Aaron’s. She knew what this meant.

Aaron could see the fear in her eyes. Fear in a way he hadn’t seen even when he’d pointed it at her.

“You should be more careful with this thing, Amanda.” The ex tutted. “You wouldn’t want it to fall into the wrong hands, would you?”

She stiffened.

“What do you want, Alex?”

“Always so hostile.” he held up his hands. “I’m just here to talk. And who’s this, huh?” He gave Aaron a careful examination. “Your latest attempt? Get this one past the first date? Does he know? Or have you finally given up after one dick theft too many?”

That knife of anger began to calcify once again in the back of Aaron’s brain. He didn’t need Amanda to tell him how dangerous this guy was, her body language was going crazy.

“Alex, please. Put the device down.”

“You know - “ He laughed. “This is exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.” He spun it precariously around his fingers. “Do you know how long I’ve been dreaming about what I’d do if I got my hands on this thing again?”

He looked at it longingly. An addict’s stare.

But Aaron had seen enough. He knew what he had to do.

Before Alex realized what was happening, Aaron had pulled himself off of Amanda’s dick, hurtling his naked body with a drunken fury at this newcomer. The bulk of his body slammed into the guy tits first, sending him fumbling back.

Aaron’s arms shot up, grabbing for the remote, trying to get it away from him in that moment of confusion. But Alex would not be denied so easily. He tightened his grip, he fought back, and despite Aaron’s drunken horny rage, the best he could do was keep it pointing away.

Inwardly Aaron cursed. He had that thick ass and thighs, he had the weight advantage with those big tits, but despite everything he had always been weaker than other guys, slender soft arms. He was outclassed, but that wasn’t going to stop him.

A surprising well of rage and fury drove him on. He would have never considered himself an angry person but now all the tangled emotions from tonight seemed so simple now.

“Stop!” Amanda cried. “Both of you!”

The two fell to the ground, tumbling over each other, the entire bar turning to look at this sudden fight.

And all the while, the remote, wrestled between their two hands, went off again and again and again…

Zap.

Every head in the whole bar shifted one body to the left.

Zap Zap.

The pregnant businessman stood up on his chair and started dancing seductively for his colleagues. On the opposite side of the bar a woman who had once been a stripper was suddenly very concerned about her tps reports.

Zap Zap Zap.

A tomboy with a thick beard and a dumptruck ass suddenly had a single landing strip growing down her chin as the MILFish guy next to her found a full beard between his legs.

Zap Zap Zap Zap.

The bartender scooped out a dickfull of ice cream with her cock, serving it in the mouth of a girl that once been Amanda’s bra, then sliding it to a group of guys eager to get high on the frozen treat.

Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap,

On the big screen tv, all the football players running around and fucking on the field were now suddenly dogs. The dogs in the dog food commercial ran around in their bikini girl bodies panting and wagging their fat butts as they drooled over a new toy.

Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap Zap.

It was total randomization.

Aaron had kept the device facing away from him and Amanda - mostly - but the entire rest of the bar had been hit in one way or another. Body parts, relationships, traits. gender, sex, role, expectations, all caught in a blender.

And those was just the changes Aaron was aware of.

“Get off of me!” Alex pulled away. “I’m not here to hurt you! Christ.”

Aaron tumbled over, crashing down ontop of the prone Alex, pinning him with his fat ass, the remote clutched tight against his tits.

“Wait what?”

“I’m here to apologize!”

“Then why are you struggling!” Aaron held his hand up to his throat. His voice was like some kind of phone-sex operator.

“You attacked me!" Alex grunted, “And you very clearly were trying to get that thing back so you could swap me into oblivion! Come on, I've been around this thing long enough to know how this goes.”

“You're the one who stole the thing!” Amanda slapped the table. “You’re the one making threats.”

“Threats?” he pushed Aaron, trying to get him off him. “I told you not to let that thing out of your sight. All I wanted to do was talk.”

“Look at her.” Aaron stumbled to his delicate feet. “She’s terrified of you.”

“Of course she is.” He shot her a glare. “Because I’m everything she hates about herself. And she knows I’m in the right. I don’t know how much she told you-”

“She told me enough.”

Alex held up his hands in surrender as he stood, but the longing was still evident as his eyes locked back on the remote.

He sighed.

“Look," he said, "As I was trying to say - there was a time I’d have given anything for this, for the freedom this thing represents, how easy it makes everything.” His eyes turned to Amanda. “But I’ve moved beyond that. I’ve grown as a person, okay? The hard way. I took everything you piled up on me and I thrived. I went to therapy. I talked to people. I made changes and found good people in my life.” He looked over at the girl he’s come in with, her tail wagging as she got them drinks from the bar. “I learned to appreciate what you have, not long for what you can’t.”

“... what?” Amanda’s head tilted.

“Of course.” He shook his head at her. “You can’t even picture it. You’re still trying to relive those days. You’re still stuck in the past.”

“Why does everybody keep saying that?” Amanda stood, hands on her hips. “You don’t get to say that! If I’m the one living in the past, then why are you here? Why are we having this conversation? If you’ve moved on, move on.”

“Because despite everything, you were a huge chunk of my life! You may not want to live with it, but I have to.” He sighed. “And I’m still trying to find closer. And-” he gave another glance to his girl at the bar and smiled. “I need a favor”

Aaron’s mind boggled as he looked over as well. She had been marbled with out of place swaps. Masculine elements playing off feminine elements playing off of - was that a syrup bottle? Was Alex unaware of what had happened to her? He had to be, right?

“A favor?” She balked. “After all that?

“Well, I wasn’t exactly planning on running into you, but this saves me a bit of trouble. And yes. I think you owe me that much.”

“Now whos living in the past?” Amanda’s jaw was clenched. Even under this pretense of peace there was so much tension between the two of them.

“Not everything is so easy as therapy. It’s my new girlfriend.” The girl wagging her tail as she took the cum cocktails in hand. “We want to have a baby.”

“A baby!?”

“Like I said, we’re moving on with our lives. But see, we’re not able to have one.” His voice grew softer. “The doctors say if she goes through labor, she won’t survive.”

“Oh! Oh.” Amanda squirmed. Suddenly her petulance seemed so… well, petty. She crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. So what, you want me to swap a working womb on her?”

“Ah no.” He bit his lip. “Not exactly.” He took a breath, working up the courage, working up the will. What I want, is to show her the device. To take her on an adventure with it. To help her understand this thing that looms so large in my psyche.”

“You want to borrow it for a date?”

“And at the end of the night if I end up getting knocked up, well, that solves that problem doesn’t it?”

Aaron raised an eyebrow at that comment, but he’d been moments away from getting his pussy stuffed himself, hadn’t he? He let out a hot breath. With all the **** done, the arousals was starting to reassert itself.

“No. Absolutely not.” She took the remote from Aaron, she clutched it close. “You don’t really expect me to go along with that, do you?”

“Amanda…” Aaron turned to her. Somewhere in all that swirl of emotion he’d found a reserve of empathy as well.

“What? Oh come on, don’t tell me you’re taking his side too?”

“I’m just thinking, after all the suffering you put on him? This machine, this remote - he looked out at all the swapped up people still having a great time - this thing shouldn’t be used to cause suffering. Maybe he’s right. Maybe sometimes you need to grow and change on your own.”

She squinted, annoyed.

She looked between Alex and the remote. Her **** gaze finally resting on Aaron’s. Her expression softened. It was the same courage from when he’d pointed it at her earlier. The same trust.

“If this is what we have to do to go forward,” She took a long careful breath. “Then fine.”

“Really?” Alex jumped. “Thank you! This means so much to us. Oh my god. I’m glad - I’m glad your doing well, Amanda. I’m gald we ran into you.”

“But not now. Give me a call tomorrow. We’ll figure this whole thing out. Tonight -” Her carnal expression returned as she looked at Aaron. “Tonight, I’m using it for my date.”

“Oh?” Aaron returned the gaze. “And what do we have planned next?”

“Mm…” She looked around at the chaos, then she looked back at him, still smoldering.” I can think of a few things.”