Prisoner of the nursing home

-Wake up !

Nicki slowly opened her eyes. She felt weird. She grimaced, trying to remember what had happened. At one point, she was leaving a party, heading for her car. Then, she had smelled something...chlorophorm...

Oh shit...

Nicki tried to stand up, but realized her hands and feet were tied to an iron chair. A strap was holding her neck in place too, making any movement impossible.

-Help ! Where am I !

-In the Saint Mathis nursing home.

Nicki looked at the man in front of him. A middle-aged man dressed like a doctor was staring at her, with a smile.

-Nursing...what? Did you abduct me? If you did, you have no idea in what kind of trouble you're in.

-Mrs Minaj, can you please keep it down? You're scarying the other prisoners.

Nicki tried to turn her head as much as she could and saw a whole range of people who were stuck in the same **** chairs as her. She could recognize them. Katy Perry, Scarlett Johansson, Lady Gaga, but also men, like Chris Hemsworth, Leonardo DiCaprio, David Tennant. All looked just as scared of her, their head put still by a strap around their neck and another one around their forehead.

-What's going on here? Why are we here?

-That's where it's about to be interesting. Please allow me to introduce you my friends.

A door opened and a strange crowd entered the room. Dozens of old people arrived, walking with canes, crutches, some even in a weelchair. They all looked like they were in their late eighties, some even in the nineties. They slowly marched towards the prisoners, looking at them like they were a bunch of farm animals. Some of them started mumbling, despite their toothless mouths.

-Thank you for coming here. First of all, I am very grateful for the donations you gave for this project. As you may know, the usual medical authorities would never have allowed my experiments, so I had to do all this in secret...

-Are we getting new bodies or not? shouted one of the old people with a high pitched voice.

The doctor smiled.

-Yes. Soon, I will implant your brain in one of those hot, healthy and famous bodies, and implant theirs in your old, weak and sick bodies. You will resume with their lives, rich, energetic. As for them...well, who's gonna believe them anyway.

The excitement among the crowd of old people was impressive. Most of them looked like they could faint anytime from the impatience.

-So I'm gonna start with the oldest of you. Just to be sure no one dies of old age before I'm done with everyone. So let's start with...mrs Ann Somerset.

An old woman in a weelchair was pushed forwards by another man, who seemed himself barely strong enough to keep walking.

-You're 102 years old. You've been married with your husband Abraham, who's the same age as you, since 80 years. That's impressive.

The old man pushing the weelchair smiled, showing his lack of teeth.

-Congratulations, it's rare that a couple remains together for so long without being separated by the **** of one of them. Anyway, you did something funny. You let your spouse choose the other's next body, just to be sure you would be your husband/wife's fantasy for the years to come. That's nice. So anyway, Ann, you've lived most of your life in Mississipi. You had 8 children, went to church every week, proved to be a respectable member of society. And your husband chose to give you the body of...Nicki Minaj. I guess he was in the mood to spice things up a little.

The old couple started staring at Nicki with a creepy smile. The singer started to shake. It had to be a nightmare, right? This couldn't be happening to her !

-Wait, please, I have money, lots of money, I'll give you anything you...hmmmm...

Before she could finish her sentence, the doctor had put a gag in her mouth, silencing her. Then he grabbed a scalpel and got behind the tied up singer. Nicki widened her eyes, knowing what was about to happen. In front of her, the old couple was still smiling.

-This is gonna hurt, sorry about that.

-Hmm...hmmm...HMMMMMMM !

Nicki's muffled screams of agony were chilling. She could feel the blade cut through her skin, through the bone, carving a wound on her forehead, that got larger and larger. She felt warm blood cover her face and upper body, as she was convulsing, desperately trying to break free, to stop this. The straps were holding her head in place.

-Aaaaand we're almost done.

Nicki heard a noise on the table next to her. She managed to open her eyes, and saw the top of her skull, covered in her hair, like some weird kind of wig. She widened her eyes in horror, realizing what is meant. Her brain was now visible, exposed to everyone.

-You're next, mrs Somerset. But first, let's unplug that one.

Nicki widened her eyes, trying frantically to break free, as she saw the doctor grab a pair of scissors.

-Hmmmm...hmmmm...hmmmm...

Suddenly, everything went dark. Nicki couldn't see, hear or feel anything. She was alone in the dark, alone with her thoughts. Her brain was no longer connected to her body. She wanted to scream, but was nothing but a spirit in a dark world.

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Hours later

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Ann slowly woke up, feeling dizzy. Her vision slowly got less blurry, and she recognized the doctor who had promised her a new body.

-Mrs Somerset, can you hear me?

-Yes, she said, before widening her eyes.

Her voice ! It sounded...so young, so energetic.

-Did it work?

-See for yourself.

She looked at the mirror the doctor gave her, trembling in excitement. She looked at the face of Nicki Minaj. Apart from the large scar on her skull, nothing could indicate that she wasn't the famous rapper.

-Don't worry about the scar. I applied a gel I invented, it will wear off in a few hours.

Ann wasn't listening. She looked down and saw the curvy body of Nicki Minaj. Instinctively, she grabbed her breasts and started stroking them. This body was so sensitive. She could feel sensations she hadn't felt in decades. For the first time in twenty years, she stood up, forgetting about her weelchair, and started walking, slowly getting used to her massive curves, this ghetto booty. She felt a strange heat invade her. She hadn't only inherited Nicki's body, but also her libido. This last point made her remember something.

-My husband? Abe...did it work for him too?

-It sure did, sweetheart.

Ann turned around and saw Chris Hemsworth walk towards her. The actor's body had the same large scar as Nicki. He got nearer and wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands resting on her huge butt.

-Abe !

-Ann !

Ann got on her toes and gave her husband a long kiss. She could hardly believe what was happening. At one point, they were two old people, waiting for their ****, abandoned even by their children and grand children, and now, there they were, hot as fuck, young and healthy again. Ann's hand started rubbing her husband's crotch, and for the first time in decades, she immediately felt a boner.

-Wann try our bodies?

-I thought you'd never ask.

A moment later, Nicki and Chris's bodies, who had changed owners, were fucking like rabbits in heat on the ground. Ann and Abraham could hardly believe how horny and energetic they were, used as they were to be barely able to take care of themselves.

-Fuck me ! Fuck me !

In her young years, Ann would never have dared to say something like that. She had always tried to be a polite housewife and a good mother. But now, this was over. She and her husband had a second youth, and they were definitely not gonna waste it by being prude and conservative again.

Ann felt her husband slap her asscheek, causing her to moan. Why hadn't they started fucking brutally sooner. All these years believing missionary sex was the best position.

-I wanna try another position.

-Your will is my command.

Hours passed, and somehow, they didn't get tired. All these years without sex had to be dealt with. They were getting increasingly excited, enjoying each other's young at hot body. It was gonna be Christmas everyday from now on.

A moment later, Abe withdrew from Ann's dripping cunt, only for her to get on her knees and swallow his cock like there was no tomorrow. They had always been taught that oral sex was wrong, since it didn't allow to have kids. Fuck those kids ! After all they had done for them, they had locked them up in this nursing home in their old days. They were done with this shit.

-Hmmmph ! Hmmmph ! Hmmmmph !

-Oh God, it's like you've done this your whole life.

After even more time fucking in more and more positions, they finally got tired and lied on the floor, next to each other.

-It's gonna be a great life, isn't it.

-Yes it is.

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Days later

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-Yes ?

-Hi, my name is Patrick. I'm here to see my parents, Ann and Abraham Somerset.

Patrick sighed, waiting as the nurse was looking through her files. He hated this place. He didn't really want to go there, but it was his turn to pay a visit to his parents. He didn't like it, but he and his brothers and sisters tried to pay them a visit once in a while, just to be sure they wouldn't lose their inheritance. He sighed again. Why couldn't they just die already.

-They are in their room. But before you enter, be careful, they seem very agitated.

Once she was done answering, the nurse started reading her trashy magazine again. On the front page, a title was written in a huge vulgar font.

NICKI MINAJ AND CHRIS HEMSWORTH CAUGHT MAKING OUT ! HOLLYWOOD'S NEW UNEXPECTED COUPLE?

A couple minutes later, he was in front of the room of his parents, and finally knocked, before opening the door.

-Mom, dad, it's me. Hi.

Instead of the usual sleepy attitude, he was surprised to see his mother and father, both in their weelchairs, looking extremely upset.

-Sir, you've got to call the police.

Patrick repressed an urge to leave immediately. He had no energy to deal with these old fools again.

-What?

-Someone stole our bodies. I'm Nicki Minaj !

-And I'm Chris Hemsworth.

Patrick sighed. Their mental state didn't seem to get any better. At least it meant that he would soon inherit their money if it got even worse.

-Well, it was nice to meet you. Bye.

Without a word more, Patrick left the room, despite the old couple's protests. Meanwhile, the real Abe and Ann had been fucking non stop in their million dollar villa. A new life was starting for them.