Solo fun

Back home, he pulled into Julie’s driveway like it was any normal day, as if nothing was different.

His old body didn’t register the noise; Kent noticed it was still working. Nearly finished. Not finished enough to prevent him from setting up the next incident. He kicked off the heels, kicked off the mesh top, and kicked back while the AC took hold. Julie’s breasts fell to the side a little, still perky as he settled his hands behind his head.

Kent loved the feeling of her tits on his chest, loved how heavy, how full they felt. He absently brought a hand up, cupped the fullness of her breasts, squeezed, and let it rest there as he cooled off.

Then he kicked himself into gear, with new lingerie and new plans.

Julie’s bedroom transformed into Kent’s playground. Everything fell on her bed, and Kent tore into the outfits like Julie tore into him. He slipped into the tightest items first, staring at Julie’s hot body in the mirror. Her tits jiggled with every movement he made, and it was more apparent now than in the mall.

There he was too focused on the eyes that followed him everywhere he went. Here all he could focus on was the dip of her waist, the flare of her hips and her sweet pussy rubbing against the lace panties he was wearing. But these outfits didn’t do it for him. He had a great idea, and needed a very specific outfit.

Kent grabbed it with greedy fingers, pulling it out of the pile of clothes on the bed.

The lace body stocking was black and almost backless. Holes over her belly, breasts, and groin were suggestive, much like Kent’s plan. There was a tie behind her neck, and he did it up tight so Julie’s breasts sat nice and snug in the fabric. Not that they needed much help. The best part of the full body stocking was the holes that left her pussy bare, even her tight asshole. He had easy access to all the part that mattered.

Now, for the idea he had in mind.

Kent set up a video camera. He bit down a grin, pouted Julie’s lips, and hit record. “Here’s a little apology,” he whispered, already getting a kick out of it. In the same black heels he wore earlier, he danced, swayed with no one around to judge. He bent forward and grabbed her ankles, her asscheeks spread just enough for her sweet little pink hole to say hi to the camera. It was perfect.

He bounced on the spot, letting Julie’s round ass shake, twerking for the lens. The jiggle of her ass was intoxicating, her cheeks slapped against each other, and Kent knew he’d watch this over and over again.

It was hard to stop. He filled his—Julie’s—arms with the weight of her tits, pushing them together as his hips swayed. This? Better than working the lawn; better than working the mall; better than working at all.

When he spanked himself, the sound rang through the room. So did his laughter.

The video would drive her crazy.

If it didn’t drive him crazy first.

He spanked her ass again, watched, transfixed, as the fat jiggled and rippled. He spent a good minute just smacking her ass, sometimes with both hands, sometimes with just one, loving the sting and warmth after each slap. Julie’s cheeks grew rosy under the attention, and he wondered how long before they bruised up. He hoped it was soon. He posed, flexed, and blindly reached behind himself to grab the anal plug he threw on the bed earlier.

Kent forgot all about the video running, turned to the mirror, and lubed the plug with his spit, pushing it into his mouth at an obscene angle, sucking on it like a lollipop. It came out shiny, wet, and slick.

He moved it to Julie’s tight pink hole—still twitching from the spanking, fluttering open and closed like it wasn’t sure whether to submit or fight. He ran the plug’s tip in slow circles against her rim, teasing the entrance until she pulsed around nothing.

Kent exhaled. “You want it, don’t you?”

He pushed. Just the tip. The stretch hit instantly—a burn, a gasp, a deep internal squeeze. He stopped, let her adjust, pressed in again, just a little more. Julie’s ass swallowed the toy in inch by inch, her body sucking it in like it missed being full.

Kent’s mouth dropped open as her hole finally gave way, clenching once in protest, then again in welcome. The plug sank deeper, and he gave it one last nudge before the base kissed her cheeks.

He paused, panting. The mirror reflected everything.

Her asshole clenched around it, and he let out a long, satisfied moan.

He held still for a moment, savoring the fullness, the stretch, the heat.

Then he eased back onto the bed, legs spread wide, pussy on full display—slick, swollen, greedy for more.

Kent licked her lips, eager for more. Her body could take it; it could take everything. He had everything he needed. The thought rolled through his head, around her naked curves, and landed on the wand vibrator. He fumbled with the package and opened it with frantic hands. Before he turned it on, a wave of arousal rushed through him as the plug inside him kept shifting, and all Kent could think about was having Julie’s tits in his mouth.

He was greedy, and so was his new body. Kent pulled and squeezed Julie’s tits until they swelled against his lips. He pushed them up, together, so her nipples were within reach. He sucked them, fumbling to attach the clamps. He knew how wild he was making himself, how wet he’d be by the time the batteries ran out.

“This isn’t what you had in mind, is it?” he panted, like the real Julie would hear. “I love being you.” His dirty talk got louder. His moans did too. The vibrator jumped in his hand, then to her clit. It took less than a second.

He knew how to play her. He knew exactly what he was doing.

“Is this how you planned it?” Kent asked the absent woman, voice cracking as heat burned through him. “You wanted me to sweat? Wanted me to beg?”

He turned on the nipple clamps. Julie’s body quivered and Kent smiled.

He moved the wand over her pussy, working it until it was a full, mad rush. It was already more than he thought he could stand, already more than he’d felt in his own body. He turned the vibration up. The vibrations rushed through his entire body, and it had arousal dripping into his core like warm honey.

It was insane how different the feeling seized him every time. Nothing like his male arousal. Not as raw. It spread slowly, a maddening burn that sat against his clit and urged him to do more, to go further, to climax in a way Kent never had before. It built up like a tidal wave: slow, high, impossible to contain.

“What would people think if they knew?” he said, but the rest of the sentence got away from him, swallowed by a rising moan.

He pushed the wand down and deeper, harder. All the vibrations he felt made it to his core. To her core. To places he never dreamed.

He jerked the wand back and forth, gasps coming so fast he couldn’t keep up with them. He pushed at the boundaries, drove his touch further, faster. No chance to catch his breath, no time to think.

Kent ground against the vibrator, pushing back against the plug inside him. It was amazing, and Kent loved how it wasn’t any easier, how he had to work for an orgasm. The world was water and flesh and need. “Oh God, Julie. I love this,” he said, and wondered if she’d ever hear, ever know what it was like. The thought sent him closer, faster.

He teetered on the edge of climax, never wanting it to end, never wanting it to stop.

The vibrator whirred against him, and her voice cried out. “Yes yes yes, fuck!” Kent imagined the sound echoing all the way to the mall, then getting swallowed up by his own **** shouts.

He pushed the wand tighter against Julie’s clit, moved it until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t hear, couldn’t think of anything but how different this felt, how good it was. She was gone and Kent was all that remained, living in her flesh, moaning through her lips, climaxing like it was what she had planned for him all along.

“Ohhhhh fuck!”

The orgasm rippled through his whole world. Gushing from Julie’s pussy, it crashed over him, and he was left gasping, unable to do anything but feel.

Kent pushed the wand against her pussy again, riding the orgasm like his life depended on it. He was still shaking from the intensity of it all, still feeling the nipple clamps bite down on Julie’s nipples, still moaning. “You were wrong about me,” he said to Julie, who didn’t answer. “I could do this forever.”

Her body agreed, her body wanted it more. It could handle everything, handle every vibration, every touch. Kent drove the wand between Julie’s thighs, moved her hips forward, seeking more.

He closed his eyes, her eyes, and grinned as he thrust against the vibrator. He was soaked and wanting, and he barely registered when he slipped a hand between her legs. He let the vibrator work its magic; he let his fingers work his mind. More pressure, more sensation, more more more.

He let the vibrator pulse and jerk against Julie’s clit, too wet and hot to hold it steady, too eager to try. Kent didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to slow down. He was dizzy from the heat, and every inch of her body tingled under his command.

Kent pulled off the nipple clamps, moaning as the pain of each pinch drove him wilder. He squeezed a nipple, twisting it to feel more pain as his fingers slipped inside her. The vibration went through every part of him. Her. Us. The second orgasm built faster and stronger than he thought possible. It built so much that he wondered if he could take it, if Julie could take it.

But he was Kent, and Kent took it all.

A second orgasm exploded through him, and his moans filled the room.

“Fuuuuuuck!” It went on, went forever, gushing from her pussy in waves.

Her tits bounced as he rocked and moved and bucked against the wand. The newness of the body never let up. It made every vibration stronger, every gasp longer, every orgasm wetter than he could stand.

His breath came faster than it should, harder than it should. The plug inside her shifted, and he bit down on a moan, needing to rest more than ever. He was hot and sweaty and everything he never was as Kent. Everything he was glad to be now. Kent collapsed on her bed, panting, sweaty, used. She could never do this to him again, but he could do it a thousand more times to her.

He barely had the strength to smile. He caught his breath. It took longer than before, but Kent loved the challenge.

When he got off the bed, it was with the full intention to get off again. The bottled water in Julie’s fridge didn’t last long, but neither would she. He looked in the mirror, still in the skimpy outfit. He tugged it back into place, but left his tits hanging out of the fabric. Like this, he looked like a pornstar; he looked like a tramp. He loved every minute of it.

Kent went and checked on his old body.

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