Travis, 36 years old

Travis awoke confused, unsure of where he was. He blinked away the sleep and recognized the cheap apartment he had moved into that week after his wife filed for divorce and a judge ruled he needed to move out at least until the settlement was finalized.

“Fuck my life,” he said to the empty studio apartment and got up, then fell back down. What the fuck had he stepped on?

It was a rock. With a note. How had that gotten there?

“Dear Travis, this stone will change your life and nothing will ever be the same. Use it at your own risk. Just hold it tight, think of someone you can see, and feel the magic happen. Just be careful, because what you do and what you say becomes what ‘you’ are.”

OK. He didn't believe it, of course, but how had it gotten next to his bed?

He stood back up, intent on coffee, still holding the stone. While the coffee brewed, he looked out the window, across the tiny courtyard to another apartment 10 meters away. He'd seen a pretty black woman there a couple times. Last time, she caught him staring and flipped him off.

She was in her kitchen now, yawning and probably making coffee as well. She didn't notice him yet. He looked at the stone he had set down by the coffee maker. Why not? He clutched the stone and focused on his neighbor.

He gasped. Or rather she gasped? No need for coffee now! He was wide awake and her heart was racing!

Travis looked out his neighbor's window to see himself standing there , blank faced.

He looked down at his neighbor's body. She was racked! He opened up the robe she was wearing and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh, that feels so good!” He exclaimed with her voice. “I have such great tits!”

What had the note said? What you say becomes what ‘you’ are?

“I'm so proud of my big titties, I'm going to show them off to my new neighbor whenever he looks through the window at me! I think he's really hot and flirting with him really turns me on! I want him to appreciate my tits!" he said with her voice.

Was that how it worked? And how did he get back to his body?

And then he was back in his body, holding the stone.

He blinked and looked out his window. There was his stacked neighbor, her robe still open, her tits on display. She smiled broadly when she saw he was looking, slipped her hands underneath her jugs and lifted them, offering them up to him.

“You like?” She mouthed.

“WOW!” he mouthed back.

She laughed proudly, dropped her heavy handfuls, laced her fingers behind her head and shook her tits at him vigorous. Travis tented his boxers.

OK, so this definitely worked. He should take a beat and figure out what to do next. The note had urged caution, after all.

His cock immediately overruled the note and soon he was back in the woman's body.

“I am so damned horny, I'm gonna fuck Travis this very morning!” He announced with her voice.

Well, he was committed. He should at least know her name.

He found her i.d. He was in the body of Rhonda Watkins, age 32. He found her phone, opened it with facial recognition and put himself in her contacts.

“I'm going to call Travis and invite him to come over here and fuck my brains out” he had her declare.

Then he popped back to his body to take her phone call.

“Hello”

“Hello, Travis?”

“Rhonda?”

“You know my name?”

“Lucky guess. It matches your tits.”

“You look like you match my tits! What would it take to get you to come over here and fuck my brains out?”

“Your apartment number and three minutes. I could run faster but I'm already hard from watching your tits.”

“Well, get over here as fast as your cock will let you! I'm in D-84”

“D-84! On my way!”

He slipped on his loosest sweat pants to accomplish tumescence and flew down the three flights of stairs, across the court yard and back up another three flights. It was good cardio but he hoped it was just a warm up.

Rhonda Watkins opened on the first knock and had spent his commute time exchanging her terrycloth bathrobe for a diaphanous red one. She had left it open and it was clear that was the only thing she was wearing.

She pulled him inside, closed the door, and licked his tonsils. He slipped his hands into her robe and found her ass. It was easily as spectacular as her tits.

She broke off the kiss, retrieving her tongue.

“I don't know how you got in my contacts and I don't care. I'm more horny than I have ever been and I need you inside me right now!” She declared.

She led Travis to her bedroom. He knew nothing about this woman but he quickly learned she liked to take charge during sex. It had been months since Travis last dipped his wick, so he wasn't about to argue.

She pushed him down onto the bed and then opened up a side table drawer and pulled out a condom.

“Let's get you wrapped,” she said.

She pulled the sweatpants and his boxers off in one fluid motion. The swapping stone he had tucked in the pocket made an audible thud when it hit the floor but Rhonda didn't think anything of it and Travis just reminded himself to make sure he had it when he left.

“Oh good! That's a fine pecker you got there, Travis! Should do the job just right!” she declared.

Then she went to work, stroking his cock and then sliding on the condom with practice hands. Travis grinned. Clearly, Rhonda liked to fuck long before he gave her the idea of fucking him.

She mounted him and slid him inside herself with a satisfying “Shlup!” They both grunted and then giggled at the coincidence. Then Rhonda started working her hips and Travis raised his eyebrows. His soon to be ex-wife never felt anything like this. Neither had the women he had cheated on his wife with.

“Squeeze my titties!” Rhonda commanded.

She didn't need to tell him twice! He grabbed a double handful of boobie. He didn't think he could get harder, but apparently he could.

“You like those big titties, don't you, Travis?” She said as her pelvis did things it would take vector calculus to describe.

“They're incredible!” He agreed. “You're incredible!”

“Damn right I am!” She said. “Pinch my nipples, Travis!”

He pinched as instructed and she throttled him with her twat. He started bucking his own hips and she grinned in approval and started fucking even harder.

“Stay with me now, Travis!” She insisted as his eyes started to roll back. “I'm almost there! So close! So close! ”

Travis strained his neck to get his mouth around a nipple and sucked hard.

“Oh fuck! Oh fuck yes! Oh God! Oh Travis! Oh God! I'm coming! I'm coming!” Rhonda exclaimed.

It was a good thing too, because Travis had gone off as soon as his lips touched nipple. He shuddered and thrust and came and came.

She collapsed on top of him and they lay there panting and sweating and trembling. He stroked her ass and she purred contentedly.

“Your ass is amazing,” he told her. “Almost as incredible as your tits!”

She popped her head up and looked adoringly at him.

“I do have amazing tits!” She agreed. “You have no idea how much it turns me on that you appreciate them!”

“I mean, how could I not?” He said, reaching up to run a finger appreciatively between the massive mammaries. Rhonda quivered and her pussy clenched on him where he remained inside her.

“Oh fuck, you make me horny. Travis!” She said.

Then she rolled off him and flopped beside him.

“I want more, but I'm gonna be late for work as it is!” She declared.

“Fuck, me too,” Travis said, looking at the decorative clock 9n her wall.

“Where do you work?” She asked. “Best lay I've had in months and I don’t know anything about you!”

“Spence and Nollan, big law firm downtown,” he said.

She looked askance.

“You a lawyer?” She asked skeptically.

“Office manager for lawyers,” he clarified.

“OK, that makes more sense,” she said. “Someone with lawyer money wouldn't be living I'm this place!”

Travis chuckled then asked her where she worked. He really didn't care but it would have been rude not to after she asked. Now that he wasn't so horny, he was starting to feel uneasy. Rhonda was clearly sizing him up as boyfriend material. Did he want that? She was just a woman who happened to be visible from his window who had, admittedly, great tits.

Travis sat up pulled his sweat pants on. He reached into his pocket and grabbed hold of the swapping stone and smiled back at Rhonda.

He smiled back at his blank face with Rhonda's body. He gave her tits another squeeze with her hands. Then he put her hand on his unoccupied torso.

“That was the best fuck I've ever had, Travis,” he told himself with her mouth. “And I'm glad to be your booty call. But I want to keep this casual. No pressure, no commitment, just occasional casual fun sex.”

That should head that complication off at the pass. If he changed his mind, he could always change hers!

“Oh, and next time I want to suck your dick and make you cum all over my big titties. I love that!” He told himself, then popped back into his body.

“I look forward to that, Rhonda!” He said with his own mouth.

“I'm sure you do!” Rhonda said. “Now get out of here! I gotta get ready for work!”

Travis happily made his way back to his own apartment. He needed to get ready for work too. And he'd be bringing the swapping stone.