The Device - A Surfeit of Swaps

Author's Forword:

Hello everybody! On IronLacedCarbon's suggestion, I'm finally getting in on the CYOA game. I'll be running this 3-a-week until the end of month based on suggestions from my amazing Discord, at which point I hope to have a complete story with lots of fun branching off points! If you want to make suggestions, come check it out! If you want to write your own branches, I'd love to see that as well!

Thank you for reading!

The Device - A Surfeit of Swaps

• A Swappy CYOA -
  By Razmagurk

“Hold on,” Aaron balked. “It swaps bodies?”

He raised an eyebrow, suddenly far less than sure about this woman he was sharing a drink with.

“Oh, it does so much more than swap bodies.” Amanda laughed, her voice lilting and seductive as she twirled the slim remote control between her fingers. “It swaps traits, too. Anything you are, anything I am. Fodder for whatever crazy little fun I want to get up to.”

Her voice, like everything else about her, had a carnal edge. There was an eagerness to it, excitement.

He blinked and looked down at the remote. His brain running the calculus on whether this girl was dangerous or if this was just some kind of crazy pick up line.

“You know what? I’ll bite.” His lips curled into a flirtatious smile. Look at the tits on her, she was more than hot enough for it to be worth the risk. “Let’s see it.”

“There we go!” Amanda clapped excitedly, showing off the ruby ovals of her gel-tipped nails. The grin that crossed her face was downright predatory. “You’d be surprised how many people turn me down.”

“To be fair,” he smirked. “You do come off a little, uh,” he tried looking for the polite word for it. “Intense?”

“Do I?” The words had left her lips, but she was already turning attention elsewhere. She was already hunting for her next target. Her dazzling green eyes focused, darting from bar patron to bar patron.

God, she loved bars. Always such target-rich environments.

“There!” She pointed to a daringly-dressed blonde girl sitting at the bar, enjoying the abundance of free drinks her expansive bosom had earned her, even as a particularly skeezy dudebro couldn’t take no for an answer. That would do perfectly. “Watch and learn.”

She took a moment to consider the best way to do it, took another moment to hold back her laughter, then fired.

Zap! Zap! Zap! The noise was something from science fiction. It was a shriek like lightning tearing through metal. But no one reacted. No even noticed but them.

“See?” Her grin grew wider, flashing her perfect white teeth.

“Holy shit.” It was all he could say. It was all he could think. His brain was reeling, trying to dismiss this illusion. That’s what it had to be right? Some kind of prank? This couldn’t… this couldn’t be /real/.

Out by the bar, the situation was now playing in reverse. The dudebro now had, beneath the line of his neck, the club-wear-clad body of that beautiful blonde. Now it was his turn to sit and roll his eyes as the girl - her face still done up seductively, her hair still perfect above the dudebro’s athletic body - was now the one not taking no for an answer.

And damn if Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at the way this girl was drooling over her own former melons.

“Holy shit!” He repeated.

“Yeah,” Amanda twirled the remote and blew on the end like it was a smoking gun. Her smug expression intensified. “It’s gets that kind of reaction, doesn’t it?”

“What did you do?”

“Oh, nothing too serious.” She waved a hand in faux-modesty. “A body swap to start. Making sure that the curvaceous feminine attractiveness of those tits stayed with them, of course. Then I swapped their sexualities around for good measure. I wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine.”

They turned back to them just in time to see her say something particularly vulgar, ‘accidentally’ brushing her hairy hand across his heaving chest. His eyes went wide, his face turning red with embarrassment and rage even as she grinned lewdly at him.

He slapped her, poured his drink out over her head, and stormed off.

“Okay,” Amanda laughed. “Maybe she didn’t quite deserve that. But you get the idea.”

“Wait, hold on,” His eyes were still locked on the dudebro as he made his way out of the bar, hips swaying, all male eyes on him. “Why aren’t they freaking out? Why isn’t anyone freaking out?”

“Oh honey.” She smirked. “It’s because they don’t know, obviously. No one does. Just you and me. It's all part of the fun.”

“Wait wait wait…” He took a moment to take this all in. A creeping realization was building up in the back of his brain. “Is that… “

“Yes?” She raised an eyebrow.

“Is that why your tits are so big?”

She laughed. A rude question, but he was still doing better than most.

“You’d never be able to tell.” She winked. “It swaps body parts, physical traits, mental traits, memories, names. And no one realizes unless I let them. Reality just kinda shuffles around to make it work. In so far as the world’s concerned I’ve always had these ridiculous things.” She hoisted her bust for emphasis, her expansive cleavage well on display in her low-cut crop top. “And that's just with people. It works on things. It works on recorded media. It works on as many conceptual levels as I want it to. Hell, I've used this thing on dictionaries before.” She bit her lip at the memory. “It was absolutely velociraptor. ”

“Wait, hold on.” The other shoe was staring to drop. A cold chill was running down his spine. This girl was starting to sound a lot more dangerous than he’d realized. “Why -” his throat was suddenly very dry. “Why are you telling me this?

“Isn’t it obvious?” The predatory edge returned to her smile, even as she purred the words, even as she leaned over the table to give him a prime view of her body. “Because I want you to appreciate it when I do… this!“

With a flourish she pointed the thing at him. Time slowed as he stared it down like the barrel of a gun. Her finger came down on the shiny red button.

He lurched, eyes going wide as he realized what was happening. But he couldn’t move out of the way fast enough.

Zap!

“What did you -” His face went pale. He looked down horrified at his body. Her grin widened still. She was eating it up.

He stood, hands patting over his body, terrified at what he might find. Or what he might not. Finally, one hand reached down beneath the hem of his jeans.

He found what he was looking for, and gasped.

“You… Ah!” There was a hitch in his voice. His breathing hot, his face flushing. “You gave me your pussy?”

“Oh it’s not my original pussy.” She giggled. “But yes. This - this is why I’m telling you!” Her voice had hitched. “Because I want to see the look in your eye when you feel a dick - your dick - fucking you for the first time.”

“Excuse me?” He gulped. God, why did that sound so good? It was so hard to breathe. His whole body was hot and flush and all he could focus on was this hot foreign wetness between he legs.

“Sorry,” she purred. “Was that me coming on a little too intense? You can’t blame a girl for getting all worked up, I hope.”

“Where…’ His voice was quiet. “Where did you get this thing?”

“Would you believe me if I said a genie did it?”

“No!”

“Shame.” She winked. “Because that’s all your going to get. I’ll tell you what, I’m going to give you one chance to back out of this, okay?” Either you come with me, and we have some fun with this thing before we go back to my hotel room and we have the wildest craziest sex of your life, or I swap you back and leave you here, forever haunted by the curiosity of what might have been.”

“Hold on, all the power in the world and you’re using it for sex?”

“Oh, I'm using it for way more than sex.” She laughed. “But right now?” She rubbed her newfound cock beneath the table. Hard, virile, sensitive. It was a good one. “It’s the strangest thing, but I’m just so hard. Charity can wait. Tonight? Tonight I’m going to get laid. And hey, if you don’t want a part of it, that’s fine. I could always find someone else…”

She let the offer hang in the air. Was it an offer? Or a threat?

There was a strained silence. Words were failing him.

“Shame.” She stood up, turning to leave. “I thought you were the one.”

“Wait, no!” He jumped, fear of losing his dick battling against his fear of missing out. “Wait.”

“Is that a yes then? You’re in?”

“Its… uh…” His eyes traveled back and forth between the remote and her face. Was he really about to do this?

But ah - he could feel this new strange arousal coursing through him. He could feel the heat in his newly feminine loins.

Yes. Yes he was.

“I’m in.”

“Oh thank god!” She let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for someone to say yes to that?”

“Wait, what?”

“Yeah you guys really don’t like parting with your dicks, wow.” She rolled here eyes. “Now come on!” Her enthusiasm had a manic tint. “Let’s have some fun before we get to the main event.” She held out a hand. Her sizeable bulge in the front of her skirt as obvious as the mounds on her chest. “Mmm…” Her eyes roamed over his body. “I can’t wait to fuck your tits later.”

“I… don’t have tits?” He looked down worried.

“Not yet you don’t.” She winked. “Don’t worry, I can fix that.”

His heart pounded.

“So.” She looked around, brandishing the remote and grinning at the bar and all the possibilities it offered. “Where do we want to start?”

To Be Continued…