Using A Test Subject

"I thought you were gonna suggest Kim!" Ayden hissed, crossing his arms as Bailey leaned on the doorbell. "Babe, seriously. Why..." Ayden asked yet again, quieting down as the door creaked open. He slowly exchanged a look with Bailey, pouting as his girlfriend all but dragged him inside. Rubbing the back of his neck, Ayden cleared his throat. "...Harper."

"...Ayden." Harper grunted, crossing her arms as she glared at Ayden. "Bailey said you had something for me?"

"...Yeah." Ayden grunted, rolling his eyes.

"And?" Bailey hissed, elbowing Ayden in the chest. Not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to send the message, loud and clear.

"...Look, my bad for the... party thing." Ayden sighed, scratching his chin as he silently wished he really could forget that night. "Bailey keeps saying I'm... really good at massages, so..."

"He really is. And I'll be here, making sure he doesn't... you know Ayden." Bailey explained, handing Harper a few odd bits of mail. "Haven't opened anything, obviously. They uh... still haven't figured out the difference between '13' and '31', huh?" Bailey attempted to joke, forcing out a laugh.

"Whatever." Harper sighed, signaling to the pair to close the door. "How naked do I have to be for this... apology massage?"

"Uh... like... bra and shorts?" Bailey answered, unsure until Ayden shrugged and nodded. "Yeah. Like I said, I'd-"

"Let's get it over with." Harper sighed, tossing off her crop top nonchalantly, her small breasts shielded by a rather lacy white bra. Without another word, her jean shorts dropped as well, a matching white, lacy pair of panties on display. "Lay on my stomach, right?" Harper asked, flopping down on the couch nearby, her flat ass doing almost nothing for Ayden.

"Babe, I seriously don't wanna be in her!" Ayden hissed quietly. "If we do this with Kim, I can fix your grade, ruin her reputation, shit like that! Harper's-" Ayden protested, stopped by Bailey's finger up to his lips.

"Worst case, you give her a massage. Best case, we know it's you, not me. Now do it." Bailey insisted quietly, replacing her finger with her own lips for a quick peck.

Ayden, knowing it was pointless to argue, rolled his eyes and stumbled over to the couch. Exchanging a quick look with Bailey, he slowly sat down on the back of Harper's knees, earning a grunt. However... the groin-kick he expected never arrived. Somewhat relieved, Ayden brought the palms of his hands down on the back of Harper's neck. Gently at first, using his "worthless credit's" techniques on Harper. A mixture of relief and concern washed over him at first. Until he reached the shoulders.

"Holy... you're not bAAd at this..." Harper moaned, biting her lip to suppress a moan as the rhythmic rubbing and pushing started to feel... oddly amazing. "Bit lower..." She ordered, shuddering as Ayden's hands worked their magic at the center of her back. Closing her eyes, Harper's hips started to rock, the soft fabric of her panties containing a sudden spike in heat.

"It's you." Bailey whispered, eyes wide as Ayden seemed to pull and stretch at Harper's skin, all without the redhead seemingly noticing. "Hey, Harper?!"

"Hm?"

"Enjoying it?"

"Mmmhmm." Harper murmured, burying her head in the couch cushion as a climax started to build. She wanted to **** Ayden off, to start screaming questions. To demand to know if this was some elaborate plan of his to see her orgasm. Yet... there was a gnawing sensation in the back of her head, urging her to let it continue.

"Do it. The way you did me." Bailey hissed, pulling Harper's panties to the side, an action Harper didn't seem to question, let alone mind. "Gotta make sure. All of it."

"F-Fine." Ayden hissed, sliding his hands down to Harper's boyish ass. It, in his mind, wasn't even worth rubbing. Instead, with a desire to get it over with, Ayden buried both hands inside. The entire world seemed to slow down, falling deathly silent for a moment. Yet... Harper didn't protest. She simply started humping the couch, her eyes crossed as drool leaked forth from her curved lips.

"Was... I like this?" Bailey asked quietly. Ayden answered with a nod as he plunged deeper with ease, only stopping at his shoulders to take a deep breath. Did he need to? He was unsure, but wanted to play it safe. With one last look at Bailey, with his own eyes at least, Ayden slammed his head inside. Bailey could only watch, completely captivated as Ayden effortlessly slid inside, even giggling to herself as the final toe made a "PLOP" sound upon disappearing inside. Harper, letting out a gravely moan, suddenly shook and trembled, inadvertently causing Bailey to jump as Ayden's outfit suddenly shot out of his entrance point, wrinkled but otherwise no worse for wear.

Bailey, intrigued more than ever, found herself following an odd, baseball-sized lump suddenly appear at the base of Harper's spine. It seemed to roam this way and that before arriving at the nape of her neck, pausing for a moment before four, smaller lumps shot out, racing down Harper's arms and legs. Harper's feet and hands flexed a few times, just as she let out a loud, deep moan, the "main" lump shooting upwards into her neck.

Ayden blinked a few times, shuddering as he did. He felt... amazing, really. His... new organ was throbbing, begging for attention. Yet, he ignored it, forcing himself to sit up, meeting a gleeful Bailey as he did. As he opened his mouth, Bailey suddenly grabbed his chin, gasping as she looked into his eyes.

"Whoa... Ayden, that's you, isn't it?" Bailey whispered, captivated by her boyfriend's eye color steadily "polluting" Harper's bright green with his blue color. "Your eyes, they're..."

"Wheb..." Ayden started, waiting for Bailey to release his chin before trying again. "When I was in you, your eyes were blue. Is that..."

"Yeah. It's like... someone's putting little pipettes of blue dye in." Bailey explained, nodding as Ayden stood up on shaky legs. Instinctively, she caught him, her heart racing as he looked up at her. "A-At boob level, huh?" Bailey attempted to joke, blushing as Ayden did.

"Can I leave her body now? I don't like being this short or..." Ayden began, trailing off as he heard the drumming of Bailey's beating heart. Like that "pulling" sensation from earlier, Ayden felt something deep inside himself. He couldn't explain it, but he needed to listen to it.

Bailey let out a disappointed sigh as Ayden pushed himself off of her. Almost immediately, however, disappointment turned to intrigue as he yanked off the panties he was now wearing. Intrigue turned to... startled arousal, if anything, as Ayden started to rub and massage his new slit, turning it into that strange, elastic form. Quickly, the startled arousal became excited arousal as Ayden **** two fingers and a thumb inside himself, letting out a loud, girly moan as he pulled. And pulled. Until finally, with a satisfied groan, the two testicles dropped, resting at the base of a throbbing cock. Yet, Ayden didn't stop, bringing his hand to his throat and rubbing it furiously, clearing his throat all the while.

"La la... testing... THERE we go!" Ayden shouted, his own voice emerging from Harper's mouth. "It seems-"

"You can make parts of your body appear on whoever you're in." Bailey finished, oddly aroused by the whole situation. "You think... you can enter someone inside someone else? Or..."

"Babe?" Ayden asked, blushing as he wrapped his arms around Bailey's waist, burying his face in her bust. Groaning, he started thrusting, the jean fabric covering Bailey's thighs feeling far better than it should have...