Roger offers up his body (End)

Roger raises his hands shakily. "Okay, okay! It's clear we don't have a choice here, so fine. You can take my body."

"Roger?!" Becky exclaims.

Roger turns to her, with an expression that is equal parts fear and determination. "Becky, I won't let any harm come to you. That includes being shot, or having your body taken over by my creepy uncle." He stares into the distance with a wistful look. "Besides, I never really liked my body that much. I was always just 'okay-looking'. Whereas you are the pinnacle of female sexiness! We'd have to be crazy to give up your body!"

Becky looks like she has more to say, but the Butler clears his throat to interrupt. "Very well. Then we shall begin by transferring your soul into Madam Rebecca's body, Sir Roger."

"What, right here, right now, you mean?" Roger asks with alarm. "We don't need to go into like, some ritual room with a magic circle or something?"

"Not as such," the Butler says calmly. "Superstitious symbols such as those possess no true power. However, you are correct that this location is not ideal. If you would be so kind as to follow me."

The Butler leads them upstairs and into a large bedroom. Roger and Becky hold each other quietly on the way up, communicating their feelings to one another despite not knowing what to say.

The Butler gestures at them again with the gun. "Now, would you both please remove all items of clothing."

"What?!" Becky baulks, covering her breasts defensively.

"In order to facilitate the transfer of Sir Roger's soul, your bodies must be connected without obstruction," the Butler explains. "All clothing must be removed, and you, Madam Rebecca, must lie beneath Sir Roger and allow him to penetrate you."

Roger and Becky give each other an uncertain glance, before complying with resignation. They discard their clothes and underwear onto the floor, and Becky crawls onto the large queen-sized bed, lying on her back and spreading her legs awkwardly. Her cheeks are flushed, and she does her best to ignore the creepy butler observing her naked body.

Roger crawls on top of her and goes to line up his dick with her pussy. "Condom!" Becky says instinctively.

"No obstructions," the Butler reminds her.

"But..." she trails off, staring down at Roger's naked dick. She's never taken a penis bare inside her vagina before, always so paranoid about potentially getting pregnant.

"Do not worry," the Butler assures her, "this process will not require sexual intercourse to reach completion. You simply need to be connected."

She looks down at the dick poised between her legs for a few more seconds, then tilts her head up to look Roger in the eyes. Taking a deep breath, she gives him a gentle nod.

He pushes forward and presses the naked tip of his dick against her pussy. She's pretty dry, so he spends a couple of minutes just rubbing his dick over her labia, softly warming her up until she's ready for more.

For all the fear and unease she feels, the sensation of a naked dick even just touching her pussy thrills her in a way she hadn't expected. It's enough to moisten her up within a few minutes, and she signals that she's ready to take things further by reaching down and lining his shaft up with her entrance.

He pushes slowly inside, and they both gasp lustfully at their first time experiencing bareback penetration.

Once Roger bottoms out, he looks over to the Butler. "Okay... now what?"

The Butler walks up to stand uncomfortably close to the bed. "Now, I want you both to try to relax and accept what is about to happen. Roger, if you do not fully relinquish your body, then your soul will cling to it as it leaves, causing it to be torn apart. And Becky, if you do not entirely accept Roger with all of your being, then your souls will collide, and your body will be torn apart."

They both gulp.

"Kinda difficult circumstances to relax under," Roger comments.

The Butler gives him a sympathetic smile, the first sign of emotion they've seen him display so far. "I appreciate that fact. You might find it useful not to dwell upon what is about to happen, but rather, who you are doing it with. Let your love be the crucible for acceptance, I suppose."

The couple gaze into each other's eyes again. Roger takes in the sight of his beautiful wife beneath him, blonde hair splayed out on the pillow, and remembers all the little things that made him fall in love with her. Like how cute she looked in the kitchen, barefoot in sweatpants and a t-shirt, joyfully baking the best desserts he had ever tasted. Or the way that she would cling to him during horror movies and flee in terror from spiders, but took on a group of muggers without hesitation when they had approached them in an alleyway one night.

Likewise, Becky admired her husband above her, knowing she may never see him wear this face again but happy that his voice would still be around. He was her rock in the storm, the calm that she knew would always be there to comfort her, even on the roughest of days. Marrying him had been the single happiest day of her life, as she was more than happy to spend the rest of her life with him.

They both close their eyes. In the darkness, there is only each other and the bed. Only each other. Only...

Roger is hit by an **** wave of vertigo, then something soft and warm lands on his chest. He opens his eyes to see the ceiling. He's lying on his back, with someone else's weight pressing down on him.

Alarmingly, his hand moves without his intention, and shakes the shoulder of the person atop him. "Roger," his mouth says, in a feminine voice that sounds both familiar and strange, "are you okay?"

It's then that it hits him. He's in Becky's body! The switch worked!

"Becky, I'm here!" he announces. His voice comes out as the same feminine one from before, the one which sounds almost but not quite entirely unlike Becky's usual voice. It must be the way she hears herself, he realises.

"Gyahh!" Becky screams, taken off guard by her lips suddenly moving on their own. "...Roger?"

"Yeah, it's me," he says, waving at their face. "I thought we'd be able to hear each other's thoughts or something, but I guess not."

Becky watches her own hand sway above her, outside of her control. "...This is weird. I don't like this."

"I'm sure you will adapt to it in time," the Butler says. "Congratulations are in order for making the transfer successfully. Your love must be far stronger than the average couple."

Becky-Roger (Rocky?) blushes with a smile.

The Butler grabs Roger's hair and lifts up the face of his vacant body. He holds the soul of Sebastian Carmine up to the mouth, and it quickly vapourises to flow inside Roger's facial orifices.

Roger's body jolts upright. "Whoa-hoooo! It is good to be back!"

His dick perks up along with the rest of him, twitching inside Rocky's pussy. They squirm instinctively, as it is brought to Roger's attention that he suddenly knows what it feels like to not only have a vagina, but a vagina that's stuffed with dick!

Sebastian groans. "Oooh, now this is a nice treat to wake up to! I'd forgotten what it felt like to be so young and sensitive!" Without bothering to ask permission, he starts thrusting his hips, pounding his new cock in and out of Rocky's pussy.

"Hey, hang on-" Becky starts, before being cut off by Roger.

"Oh fuck, this feels amazing!" Roger moans.

"Hey, don't interrupt me-"

"Can we just, for a little-"

"You can't just-"

"But-"

"I-"

The noises coming out of Rocky's mouth become an incoherent babble as Roger and Becky argue. Sebastian rolls his eyes and leans down, shutting them up by forcefully pressing his lips against theirs.

"Mmmf!" Becky moans frustratedly against his mouth. She plants her hands on Sebastian's chest and tries to push him away, while Roger controls her legs and makes them wrap around Sebastian's waist.

As Sebastian is encouraged to speed up his thrusts, Becky pushes him far back enough to break the kiss. "Roger, you're not wearing a condom! Er, he isn't. Ugh, whatever!"

"I know," Roger moans, "just a few more thrusts! Once we cum, we'll make him pull out. This feels so good, we must be close!"

"It's not that simple," Becky whines, her own words becoming tinged with pleasure too. "Sebastian, please put a condom on at least!"

Sebastian shakes his head. "Sorry babe, I'm a pretty busy guy. Once I pull out, I ain't going back in."

Rocky's legs tighten their grip around his hips, forcing him to make more shallow thrusts while staying deep inside their cunt.

Becky's heart is racing in panic, but it's also racing with the overwhelming pleasure currently consuming Roger. He's never felt anything like this! The feelings of his own dick rubbing the inner walls of Becky's pussy, and of his pelvis smacking against her clit every time he bottoms out, are appreciated by Roger's mind far more strongly than they would be by Becky alone.

But that pleasure is bleeding over to Becky too, and she finds herself quickly losing her grip on rationality. She knows she shouldn't, she's spent her entire mature life acutely aware of this exact risk, but she finds it increasingly difficult not to fall in with Roger's 'one more thrust' mentality.

To her surprise, she actually does feel her orgasm begin to rise up within her! She hasn't cum this quickly since she lost her virginity, which she supposes Roger is technically doing in a sense right now. Maybe they actually will be able to climax and kick Sebastian out in time! Almost there! Almost-!

That hope dies quickly as Sebastian grunts passionately above her. "Fuuck, I'm out of practice! I'm not gonna be able to hold it much longer!"

"Pull out!" Becky cries, but it's futile. She can't wrest control of her legs away from Roger, who is keeping them locked around Sebastian like a vice! "O-oh fuck!"

"Ohhh fffffuuuucck!" Roger moans, continuing from where Becky left off. "I think I'm cumming! This feels, oh my God, so different! Oh! Ohh! Ohhhhhhhh!"

Rocky's orgasm hits like an ocean storm, rolling over them in intense waves! Their legs pull Sebastian in all the way, and the pulsations of their pussy milk him the rest of the way to climax.

"Ahh shit yeah, take it!" Sebastian groans. Becky's heart drops as she feels his dick twitch inside her, unleashing a powerful torrent of Roger's potent sperm into her fertile pussy!

They stay locked together, moaning passionately, until their orgasms both end and they collapse to the bed.

Becky slaps her forehead, groaning through her exhausted panting. "You... fucking... idiot..."

Rocky held their own hair back as they vomited into their pristine, solid-gold toilet bowl.

Roger groans. "I have so many regrets... this was not worth those few minutes of pleasure."

"Spoken like a true woman." Becky chuckles snidely. "Just wait until we get to labour. You'll finally get to know if it hurts more or less than being kicked in the balls. Which, for reference, I would be doing to you every day if I could."