Relationship Drama

Author's Foreword: Hello everybody! It's almost the end of the month and we're rapidly approaching the end of this little story! Time for the plot, don't you think? Remember, if you want to steer where this goes, come on by the discord and submit your ideas!

“Your ex?”Aaron’s eyes widened in shock, his head craning to get a better look. He couldn’t help but grin. What kind of man would someone like Amanda have as an ex?

“Hey!” She held her hands up to block his view. “Don’t stare! Oh god,” she put her hands on her face and slid down her seat. “Maybe he won’t notice us. Oh god, he’s got his new girlfriend too? Just, act natural okay?”

Whatever Aaron had been expecting, this was not it. The guy was plain, boring even. He had average features, thinning hair, a little heavyset maybe. Aaron didn’t consider himself especially attractive, but he had this guy beat at least. The girl he was with was the same. A little pudgy maybe, more cute than beautiful.

Frankly, he’d been expecting more from someone as sexual as Amanda. Had this guy been more attractive at one point? Had she swapped him into mediocrity as some kind of punishment?

He frowned at the implication.

What kind of an idiot would break up with a girl with a swap device?

“What happened?” he leaned in, trying through the haze of inebriation to act natural, to not stare at this guy.

“He, uh,” she sighed. She knew she shouldn’t be talking about it, but neither of them were making good decisions at that point. “He didn’t like that I was so obsessed with the swaps. He said I’d gone mad with power.”

“I mean…” Aaron raised an eyebrow as he gestured vaguely to all the chaos surrounding them.

“I know!” she rolled her eyes. “I know! I mean, I’m not saying he was wrong or anything. I’m just saying he couldn’t handle it all. He couldn’t keep up. He wanted to go out on just one date where I wasn’t swapping around everybody at the restaurant. Time and again it was just one thing after another.” She crossed her hands over her chest. “It was stupid. We were both stupid.”

Aaron didn’t know which is worse, having a crazy girlfriend with a swap remote, or how hard it must have been to try to extricate yourself from that kind of relationship.

“Dont’ get me wrong.” she continued. “ I was good to him! I helped him out. I supported him. I - I loved him! More than anything.”

“Until one day you had to decide between him and the remote?”

She looked away, stung. It seemed so petty when he said it like that.

“It all came to a head when he found out that I’d swapped his whole family one body to the left during his birthday party," she explained. "His father, in the body of his six year old niece, slipped with the cake and got it all over his little party dress. The niece started crying, throwing a tantrum in her dad's body. But of course, she didn’t realize her own strength and broke a vase. It was a whole big thing and I was the only one laughing.”

“I mean -”

“Wait, no.” she squinted. “It was probably more about how I kept swapping his body around every time I caught him staring at other women? There was this one time he’d walked in on a girl changing and he ended up with the biggest tits, oh my god." she laughed. "I had him sit through a whole movie like that, stuffed into a little blue bulging microdress.”

“I can see why -”

“Or was it that I kept giving him my big fat titties every time I wanted to go for a run? These tits are great but its nice to just not have to deal with them bouncing around everywhere and hitting me in the face sometimes. He didn’t appreciate that it kept coinciding with his dnd game, but come on, his nerd friends were all over that, and its not like I didn’t swap them with their characters sometimes.”

“Amanda!”

“Huh?”

“I think I get it.” Aaron held up his hands, shaking his head.

“You know what?” she pursed her lip at the memory. “Come to think of it, I can kind of see why he wanted to break up."

“It’s funny,” he laughed. “I should probably be horrified by all this, but from what he’d seen of you? That kind all kind of checks out. “

“Hey no! Don’t give me that look. That was a long time ago! I’ve grown since then, matured. I’m a whole different girl, and I don’t just mean physically.” She ran a hand down her chest. “These days… these days all I’m looking for is someone I can share this stuff with.” Was that sadness in her eyes? Regret?

“Oh yeah?” It was his turn to tease. “Then why are you hiding from your ex?

“Because he’ll recognize me! He might want to have conversation. God,” she shrunk even further into her seat. “It’ll be so awkward”

“I’m surprised you even left him aware, all the things you can do to him. It’s kinda scary.”

“Uh…” she blinked and turned back to scrutinize the ex in question. “Yeah, its a whole thing.” She turned back to him and took a deep breath.

“You’re right.” She flexed and unflexed her hands, one reflexively going for the remote. “I shouldn’t let it bother me. It’s stupid. He’s not even the same man I dated. It’s just… awkward.”

“I think I might know what might take your mind off it.”

“Uh?”

“Phase three?”

She blinked again, the wheels in her head taking their sweet time to turn over.

“You’re three part plan! What’s your grand finale?”

“Right!” The grin that grew across her face shoved aside any doubt. “Right, right. You’re right, Phase three’s the jackpot. See, what good is a bar full of naked horny people if they aren’t acting on it, right?”

She snatched Aaron’s phone and scrolled back to the orgy in progress.

“Hey!”

“Let’s take it a step further!”

Zap!

Suddenly, everybody was fucking.

Well, not everybody, and it wasn’t all fucking persae, but at the press of a button the mood had shifted again. Now, all those naked bodies getting all horny from the cum had an outlet to vent those frustrations. Hands caressed flesh, tongues licked at necks, dicks found their way into the nearest hole. It was as if the whole place had just exploded into one huge cum-fueled orgy.

Except that wasn’t quite right was it? Because people were still talking even through all that. It was all so strangely casual. It was as though the idea of the bar was still to relax and have fun, but now the vector for that was by fucking your friends in all kinds of slutty ways.

At a booth near us, that couple from earlier – the dude who had been wearing a tuxedo and the that big-titty college guy – had gone from sitting across a both exchanging flirtatious glances to fucking hard and fast, the former’s face right in the latter’s tits, as the two flirted and made drunken faces at each other.

And while they may have been the most egregious they were hardly the only ones. The bartender was going person to person, fucking every cunt or ass that ordered a drink. She seemed to have stopped to give some extra attention to a broad-shouldered frat boy type, really pounding his pussy as she tried to work the brass dick that was the cum-tap for him.

Wow.

Aaron let out a hot breath. Now the place smelled like sex.

But despite all the passion, despite all the casual thrusting and grinding and horny heat. Something else was weird. There was none of the rapid escalation you’d expect from people fucking. They were getting sloppier, sure, looser, but fucking wasn’t making their arousal rise. At least, not until they took a drink. Because - Aaron slapped his forehead - of course. Sex would just make you drunker, beer - cum - would be what you needed if you were going to be getting off.

He looked around. It was sloppy and it was messy. Sloshing cum, spilled drinks, rutting bodies.

It put the porn to shame

It was… it was…

“Shit!”

“What?”

“He’s coming this way.” she put a hand to her forehead to obstruct her face “Don’t look.”

“Don’t look?” Aaron turned to look. Sure enough the ex and his girlfriend had their hands on eachother’s junk as they made their way over to their half of the bar.

“Aaron, I need a favor.”

“Uh - sure?” A smarter Aaron would have said no, but he was just so damn horny, so damn drunk.

“I’m going to relationship and location swap us with that dating couple over there. I need him to see me in a happy, successful relationship.”

“Yeah, but we’re none of those things!”

“He doesn’t know that!” she hissed. “Please? Don’t worry, it’ll be temporary, the last thing I want is for us to just magically be dating again.”

“Fine!” He clenched his eyes. What was the worst that could happen?”

Zap. Zap.

Pressure. Intensity. So close. He could feel her breath. He was looking right into her brilliant eyes.

“Uh.”

He tilted his head. They were in a booth. Back at their former table, the two loved birds were sat opposite each other. The coed, dragging his fat tits over the table to get back to his date, but the love and passion had been replaced with a curious playfulness.

Something pulse inside his pussy.

“Amanda?” he gasped.

“Sorry!” She pulled out of him with a pop. “Just - ah - act normal.”

“Oh?” He laughed. “Does acting normal involve you smacking my pussy with that fat dick of yours?”

She gripped a fist, she was evidently just as awash with pleasure as he was. They were so close, so intimate , so horny and so drunk. So… so…

Wait a minute. His smile fell.

“Amanda?” He wiggled on her dick.

“What?” she blinked up at him.

“Again?”

“You want me to stick it back in?"

“No.” he narrowed his eyes. He pulled away, his tits rising up off of hers as he crossed his arms over them. “You said 'the last thing I want is for us to just magically be dating /again./”

Amanda went completely red.

“Its nothing.” She lied, badly. “A slip of the tongue. I’m really drunk?”

Aaron looked down at his body, then at her. He raised an accusing eyebrow.

“Have you ever used this remote on me? Like, before we sat down earlier? Is there something you aren’t telling me?”

“Uh-” she gulped, desperately looking around for an escape.

“The truth, Amanda.”

“The truth?” She let out a defeated sigh. “Fine? But you're not going to like it. The truth is, Aaron…”