A Thoughtful Walk

I typed quickly, sheets of words and desires cascading from my finger tips. I gave myself as much power as I dared try out at once, the power of swapping with a thought. I also carefully wrote, knowing how these stories go, that no one would discover my writing or my power until I was ready to let them. I wouldn´t take the risks I seen in so many of these stories.

Then, I headed to my girlfriend´s house. I was excited to try my new powers. I´d allowed myself to swap bodies, parts, minds, personalities. Even memories.

As I walked, I saw a college girl. Wanting to test my power, I swapped my chest with hers. I wondered about the memories, and so tried to take one of hers. What was her favorite sexual memory? Then it came to me, like a wave: surrounded by men, their hard dicks all ready for my holes-- I decided I better change back before the desire to be covered in cum consumed me.

I mostly shut off the thought of being sprayed with cum. Still it stuck to the back of my mind.

I got to my girlfriend´s house. Her mother was in the kitchen. She was an attractive, if short and slightly overweight brunette. She didn´t even seem to notice the rack that now weighed down my chest.

¨Hello,¨ she said, ¨Sarah is in her room upstairs. Knock and leave the door open.¨