Keith(husband), Amanda(wife) and James(lover) [Body Swap] Swapped bodies during The Great Shift

I fumbled through the kitchen with the familiarity of my many years as a housewife. Or at least, I tried to. But even after almost 3 months of moving myself in this new body, my muscle memory was still trying to catch up. From my new perspective, everything felt smaller; the cabinets were closer to my eye level while the drawers were farther away. Back in my original body, I could peel potatoes and boiled eggs in seconds with my pale hands of slender fingers, a feat I couldn't possibly imitate with the body I was now stuck with. My new hands were huge and rough, and the corded muscle under the dark brown skin contained a degree of strength my woman brain still struggled to adapt to. It was the only aspect of this body that, after so many weeks, still made me feel a bit uneasy. Its brawn, its physical potential... I felt like I could crush an apple with a single hand, like I could punch a hole through the kitchen drawer if I wanted to.

How many eggs had I accidentally destroyed until I'd learned to control my strength?
The memory made me smile as I carefully stirred the food in the pan, consciously minding my movements to not scratch the bottom.

"Slow and steady..." I muttered to myself, my deep baritone voice repeating the instructions given by my Counselor. "...slow and steady.."

It had been difficult for me so far, from being an exuberant blonde woman to becoming this brawny black man with no chance of going back.

Every single victim of the Great Shift, the strange and random cosmic phenomena that made entire groups of people swap bodies, had their own Counselor assigned by the government. Such person was basically a glorified psychiatrist whose mission was to assist those who had found themselves trapped in different bodies. They did all kinds of stuff to help you get used to your new 'self', to leave the trauma behind, re-learn how to use the bathroom depending on your new age and sex, etc. All so you could go back to live a normal life... Or as normal as you could manage regarding how bad your luck turned out to be.
My Counselor Mr. Killik was also assigned to my husband. However, it's not like he'd needed too much counseling to be honest. Keith had adapted to his new body surprisingly quick. It actually made me mad how easy it'd been for him, just a few weeks in and it already looked as if he'd been born and raised as a woman.

Though that might be because the woman whose body my husband was now controlling is none other than me. My own original body. And I could only guess that after being childhood friends for most of our lives and married since our late twenties he should have some degree of knowledge about me, ain't that right?

Although to be fair... it's not like the black dude whose body I was now trapped within was exactly a stranger either.

After adding a pinch of salt to the pan, I distractingly licked my index and middle fingers. But when I took them out of my mouth, I regarded them for a long moment. This certainly brought some memories... How many times had I licked these exact same fingers before the Great Shift?

I suddenly laped at the palm of my hand, right where the skin was paler; then my long tongue slowly pathed upward until I was once again sucking on my two fingers as if they were some delicious ice lolly.
I remembered Jason's face whenever I did that, back when I was still in my original body. His smug smile as I sucked his fingers in hopes that he would allow me to move on to his cock, that eventually he would fill me up as he did almost every day while Keith was off to work. This black bastard had turned me into his plaything... And the most embarrassing part was that I'd loved every moment of it.

What a bitch I was...
Though I can't say I've changed much since then.

Yes, all in all, I'd never been a good person. Just a petty whimsical manipulative unfaithful wife, always driven by emotions and sex drive. And the fact I'd somehow ended up married to someone who turned out to be the best husband in the universe always felt like a hilarious joke, a source of constant laughs within my closest circle.
However, that also had made me feel constantly on edge. Because despite all my 'extra-marital' relationships and my general lack of loyalty, there was the very real fact that I loved Keith to ****. Yes, it was the love of an hypocrite, of someone who just took her husband for granted. But how could I not?! I had kept that guy in a very comfortable friendzone ever since we were kids, and only married him in our late twenties because I had nothing going on for myself and I wanted someone to maintain me. It made me feel like a prize, something Keith had finally earned after working his ass through life and building a successful career while courting me for years and years.

But as the seasons went by and we entered our thirties, as I got to experience the tranquil day-by-day alongside a responsible man who showed me nothing but love, respect and devotion, Keith eventually evolved from a simp into the love of my life. And it was a love built on solid ground, a treasure I knew very well I would never find anywhere else. Keith was hard-working, wealthy, handsome and with a great personality. He was one of those men who could have any woman they wanted. But somehow, he'd chosen a piece of work like me, whose only asset was her beauty and being somehow good at house chores. What would happen once he got a whiff of my 'adventures'? I'd been with too many men already, and my friends weren't exactly prone to keep secrets either...

Basically, I started living with the constant fear that Keith would discover my secret leave me for a better woman. But despite that, I still kept doing the same shit, fucking other men behind his back. No, if anything, my 'adventures' became more constant, more ****, as if my fear and insecurity only fueled my sex drive.

But somehow... retribution never came, and I grew overconfident.
Yeah, this lifestyle wasn't so bad. I only had to keep the house nice and tidy, put food on the table, and meanwhile I could have all the fun I wanted while my poor clueless husband was at the office. Later on, after my lover left, I would take a good shower, relaxed and sexually satisfied, welcome a tired Keith at the door, offer him a nice meal and then cuddle together on the sofa and watch a movie with a beer at hand. Maybe I would even give him a quickie sometimes, which wasn't so hard. Poor Keith wasn't too endowed in that department. He was a satisfied man and I was a satisfied woman. So... was it really so bad, that I cheated on him?

In my stupidity, I tried to convince myself that everything would be just fine. He didn't need to know any of this and I didn't need to tell him. We would just remain as we were, and live happily ever after...

Turns out the universe had other plans.

The Great Shift wasn't anything new. It happened once a year since a decade ago and only affecting a couple thousand people worldwide. Statistically speaking, it was almost impossible that such a thing would ever happen to us.
But it did.

It happened in a normal morning some 3 months ago. Keith had just left for work and Jason had come to my house to 'spend the day'. I always told him to wait at least a damn hour after my husband left, but Jason just did whatever he wanted; coming in just minutes after Keith left, treating my house like his own and using my body as his personal playground. And whatever complaints I had, he immediately silenced them with his massive black cock.
Seriously, I'd been with hundreds of men before, but Jason just had them all beat by a mile. That monster growing between his legs had become my personal weakness, and the simple action of him unzipping his pants was enough to take away my hability to say 'no'.

As Jason was already balls deep inside of me, both of us on the same bed I shared with Keith, we noticed a shining light coming through the open window. Then, one extremely confusing moment later in which I felt a wave of nausea and disorientation, I found myself staring at my own face from an upper point of view, both of us numb and very very perplexed.

Then the general freak out came about, and it was madness from then on.
It didn't take long for the authorities to invade the place and put things 'under control' after the cosmic phenomena affected our whole area. However, I was still very shaken, and so was Keith, who now was trapped inside my body. And during the next hours, my mind remained a perpetual swirl of very dark emotions sinking deep into pure pessimism.

For what had just happened, for what I'd become, for what Keith had seen and even experienced.

Never in my life I'd felt so afraid and defenseless, shaking like a leaf while hugging my new hulking body. There was this crippling sense of loneliness despite the fact I was surrounded by dozens of oficials, firefighters and medical staff. I wanted Keith to be there with me, I desperately wanted him to hug me and reassure me like he always did. But how could I expect such a thing when I was now inside the body of the man I had been cheating him with? There was just no way Keith felt anything other than disgust, hatred and betrayal, no matter how good he was. I knew very well that every person had a limit.

Basically, it was as if destiny had made me finally pay the price for all those years of being an ungrateful bitch. My luck had run out and my entire life had come crashing down.

Not gonna lie, at that moment I'd wanted to die. There was just no way I could keep on living, not like this.

However, something happened later during the night, when I was finally alone in a hospital room, sitting on the bed and staring at the window like a soulless zombie.

I received a sudden visit.
Keith had entered the room, walking clumsily in his new female body, and just sat down beside me. After a good while, I remember he'd tried to hug me, but I was stiff as a stone, head down, consumed by dark red shame, and there was no way he could move me as he was now; so instead he'd kept patting my head and back while calmly talking about us, about what'd happened, about how we would adapt from then on and prepare for the future.
And it turned out, that future fully included me, even as I was now. There was no rejection in his voice, even though he knew what I'd done, even though I was not a woman anymore.

I didn't understand why Keith was doing this. I couldn't comprehend why he wasn't yelling and spitting at me instead.

But I didn't question him. I simply broke down crying. And didn't stop until much later on, when at some point I finally fell asleep with my head against his soft chest.

The next day, an officer informed us that Keith, or rather James, who had been thrown into Keith's body, had passed away.
It turned out Keith had been driving through a mountain road when The Great Shift happened, and the confusion of the body swap had made him violently turn the wheel and drive over the edge.

Fast forward to the present...

As I moved the food to the plates, I stared at the watch over the kitchen counter.

"Just in time." I said in James' deep voice. "Keith should be here any minute now."

I quickly washed the dishes and hanged my pink gown. This girly thing I'd had since I was a teenager really looked freaky over my new black man frame. But I really enjoyed the funny contrast. I was still the same woman at heart, and sometimes I even tried putting on some makeup or even wearing my old dresses. They were way too small and looked utterly ridiculous, of course, but I still enjoyed the cosplay. If it wasn't me, who would wear them after all? Keith surely not. He just didn't give a crap about female fashion and looked at his now enormous shoe collection like a burden instead of a gift. Preposterous. And here I was, hoping to bring him along to the mall for some girls' shopping, but instead he was content with using the same sweater day after day.

I walked over the carpeted floor barefoot, now wearing only a pair of black boxers. These didn't come from James though. Despite being in his body, I wasn't entitled to any of his belongings. Instead, all he had went over to his children. Yes, turns out this motherfucker had quite a lot of babymamas spread throughout the state. And he wasn't even 30 yet.
I adjusted the boxers like I always did, trying to keep my male gonads in the least uncomfortable position. It baffled me how men could live their lives with all this cumbersome meat permanently settled between their thighs, especially one the size of James'. And it didn't help the fact I was using Keith's underwear, which clearly wasn't prepared for all this extra bulk. But still, I couldn't bring myself to buy new ones. There was something about wearing my husband's private underwear with the body of the man I used to cheat him with that made my skin tingle... in a very pleasant way.

Oh, I really was such a bitch.

I heard the sudden sound of a keychain and the door opening.
He had arrived!

I immediately went over to the entryway, not bothering to put on any more clothes.

"Keiiiiith!" James' happy voice came out of my mouth with a slightly effeminate undertone. "Welcome home! How was your day?"

I was greeted by the pleasant sight of my old body walking in dressed in a formal dress. Keith was carrying a briefcase with one hand, the other holding on his visibly pregnant belly.

"Hi, Amanda." He smiled at me. "It's actually been quite smooth, honestly. People are more helpful than ever, and none of the boys allowed me to carry any of the boxes to-"

I interrupted him with a chuckle.

"I told you my pretty face would come in handy. More so now that you're going to have a baby."

"Yeah..." He stared at his round belly with a strange expression on my old face. "By the way, is that bolognese what I'm smelling? I've been craving some good rigatoni since this morning."

"Sure, but..." I stepped closer, put the briefcase away and wrapped my big brown hands around her hips, all the way to her ass. "Before your meal, you'll have to pay the entrance fee."

I opened my mouth and immediately wrapped Keith's mouth with James' huge lips. My long tongue darted forward, invading his palate in a very possessive way. This is how I liked our kisses to be: wet, sloppy, and very deep.

Ours was a twisted form of love. It was as rare as it was strong, surviving and even thriving despite all I'd done to break our bond.
It wasn't until quite recently when I'd finally realized why James hadn't snapped despite everything that happened. He wasn't dumb, or antisocial, he'd been totally aware of my 'lovers' for many years.

However... he was a complete cuck.

Yep. That's how it was.
We were a bitch and a cuck whose weird tendencies complemented each other.

Wasn't this just so romantic?

Plus, that was probably the only reason he'd accepted to carry the baby.
What's the catch?
Well, the catch is that my old body was almost 4 months pregnant. And the Great Shift had happened only 3 months ago.

So... yeah. It turns out that, at some point, James had fucked me so hard that the rubber had broken. And as a result, Keith was now carrying his baby. A healthy chocolate baby that he would deliver in 5 months or so.
It made me feel extremely guilty. But at the same time, it made me feel extremely hot.

God, I was such a hopeless bitch.

But who cared, as long as Keith loved me the way I was.