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Subject: {ASSM} Shifter Chap 1 [3/4]
Date: Sat, 2 Sep 2000 09:10:05 -0400
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He was going to apologize for cumming so quickly, but she just slid off of
him, crawled up and turned around, then straddled his head while facing his
crotch. She leaned over and took his cock into her mouth while he pulled
her hips down and started licking her cunt. He licked avidly, not caring
that some of what he was tasting had to be his own cum. She licked slowly,
controlling his arousal, allowing him to get and stay aroused while he
serviced her. She continued to control him until she started thrashing
about on top of him. She deep throated him and pushed him into an orgasm as
she rode him through an orgasm of her own. She turned back around, lying on
him and kissing his face clean of their mingled juices.
They snuggled together for a bit before she slid off and stood up. "Come
on. Let's get a snack before we proceed." They went into the kitchen and
she got out a couple packages of Pop-tarts. While snacking, they heard the
doorbell ring and Jess said, "Wonder who that is." She got up and went out
to check.
She came back a few minutes later with a sly smile on her face. She
straddled him and sat on his lap. She wrapped her arms around him, subtly
ground her hips against his, and asked, "Babe, do you love me?"
"Of course I do."
"What would you do for me?"
"Anything." Of course, with her grinding like she was, he almost had no
choice but to say that.
"Would you do another guy for me? In front of me?"
The surprising nature of her question briefly allowed him to overcome his
arousal. "Why?"
"Would you?"
"I... suppose. With the right guy."
"What about David? Do you find him sexy?"
Remembering his earlier encounter, Peter suspiciously said, "Yeeeaaah.
Why?"
"Because he's out in the front room. He told me about how he tried to
seduce you, but how you remained faithful to me." Peter thought about it
and didn't really consider that he had been seduced, but maybe he was wrong.
"Now, you've got him so hot for you, he's volunteering to indulge me a
fantasy, and let me watch the two of you do it."
"What if I don't want to?"
She nuzzled his neck. "Then we won't. But if you'd like to try it, I'd
love to watch." She nuzzled behind his ear and whispered, "I'd really like
to watch, Peter. Would you do David and let me watch?"
Peter was nearly swooning with pleasure. Now THIS was a seduction. And
Peter did want to try sex with David, so he said, "Yes. Yes, I will. For
you."
She plastered her lips to his, then called out, "He said, 'Yes,' David!
Come on in!"
The door to the other room opened and David stepped in. He was wearing a
low-cut sweater in the school's colors with a patch of a megaphone with the
letters EVH (for East Valley High) on it stitched on the front, a pair of
short shorts, and tennis shoes and socks. Peter's first impression was that
of a male cheerleader's outfit.
David froze in place when Jess climbed off Peter's lap. Peter realized he
was naked as a jaybird when David's eyes went straight to his crotch.
Peter's cock was already, thanks to Jess, almost hard, and there was no way
he was going to be able to tuck it away, so he instead went the other route.
He wrapped his right hand around his penis and lifted a boob with his left.
In a sultry voice, he asked, "Like what you see?" David could only nod.
Jess told David, "I think you're over-dressed."
David grabbed the bottom of his sweater and yanked it off. Underneath, he
was wearing a sports bra which quickly came off as well. His breasts
flopped free, and Jess and Peter saw that his cup size was about the same as
Peter's, although his band size was larger, making his breasts seem slightly
smaller in comparison. He bent over and pulled his shoes and socks off,
then pulled his shorts and briefs down in one smooth motion. David's penis
was smaller than Peter's, and Peter guessed that he was only about six
inches long when hard; something he was already most of the way towards.
David stood up, bent over slightly, and lifted his boobs up, seeming to
offer them to Peter. He licked his lips and asked, "Do you want a taste?"
Peter saw Jess take a seat, sliding her fingers into her cunny as she
watched. Peter looked to David and said, "Bring those big boobies over
here, boy."
David walked over to him and lifted up one boob as Peter lowered his head
and licked at his nipple. David moaned and pulled Peter into an embrace,
mashing himself into the younger boy.
After a bit, Peter let loose of David's breast and leaned up to kiss him.
David smashed the two of them together and rammed his tongue into Peter's
mouth. Peter wriggled against him, not to be free, but to feel their bodies
together. Their breasts and dicks rubbed against each other in heated
passion.
They separated and David slowly went down to his knees. He paused at
Peter's breasts, taking the time to generously suck and fondle both orbs
before licking his way down to Peter's crotch. He took Peter's dick,
already quite hard, and kissed it, putting half the dickhead into his mouth.
Using his tongue, he massaged it, tasting the pre-cum that was produced as a
result of his actions. He then licked his way up and down the length of
Peter's shaft before taking the full length into his mouth. He bobbed up
and down on his lover's tool. Peter took his own breasts in hand and rubbed
them as his hips moved back and forth, almost of their own accord, fucking
David's face.
David suddenly pulled off of Peter and rolled onto his back. He pulled his
legs up and did the splits, pointing his ass to Peter. Massaging the backs
of his legs, he said, "I want you to cum inside me. I want to feel your
juices oozing from my butt."
Peter got on his knees between David's legs and put his dickhead into
David's sphincter. He asked, "Ready?" and David nodded vigorously. Peter
grabbed David's legs and forced himself down, shoving his dick deep into
David's bowels.
David grunted in ecstasy and moaned, "So good. So big! Bigger than any
I've ever had before."
Jess, panting in sexual heat from the scene before her and the ministrations
of her fingers, said, "Yeah, Peter, fuck him. Grab his boobs and ride him
like a horse!"
Peter palmed David's boobs and rolled them about as he pumped his hips into
David. It wasn't too much longer before David was cumming, spraying himself
with his seed. Peter thought he'd want to take a break, but he said, almost
begging, "More! More! Fuck me. Fuck me like a girl!"
David softened only a little before growing hard as Peter reamed him. A
couple minutes later, Peter said, "Gettin' close. Gonna cum."
Jess said, "Let me see. Pull out and cum on him."
David clasped his legs around Peter. "No. Let him cum in me. Let him fill
me up."
Jess stood up, came over, and knelt beside David. "Do you want him to plant
his seed in you?" David nodded. "Then tell him. Tell him you want to have
his baby, and ask him to fill you up."
David looked up to Peter. "Please, sir, I wish to have your baby. Fill me
with your seed. Make me pregnant." And that was all it took. Peter came,
filling David to overflowing. At the same time, David came, adding to the
already sizable amount of cum already upon him.
As Peter pulled out of David, Jess tackled him, driving him to the floor,
and covering his face with kisses while she said, "You are {kiss} such an
{kiss} incredible {kiss} {kiss} boyfriend."
After a few more kisses, they sat up and saw that David was also sitting up
with a bit of a sorrowful look on his face. Peter asked, "What's wrong?
Didn't you like that?"
"Oh, no. I loved it. I just regret that I can't do this all the time."
Jess said, "If you're willing, you can play like this again."
"Oh, more than willing. It's just..."
"Yes?"
"Part of me really does want to have a baby growing inside me. I mean I
know it'll never happen, but still..."
"What about your breasts? How do you feel about them?"
"They're nice to play with, and the guys I like to fuck like to play with
them, but I... could take 'em or leave 'em."
"But you'd rather leave 'em? Not have them?" David nodded. "Ever wonder
if you're a transsexual?"
"All the time. But nothing to do about it until I turn 18 and move out of
the house."
"Well, you can be Peter's and my girlfriend. Both sexual and otherwise.
Right, Peter?"
Peter, who had been stunned by the revelation that big, strong David was
really a girl inside, said, "Yeah, sounds great."
David tackled both of them, giving them a big hug. "You are great!"
The three of them stayed together until Peter had to leave. They did some
petting, but mostly sat and talked. There were times when Peter felt left
out of the conversation. It was almost like he was in a room with two
girls. One thing he did notice was that they made mention of men's and
women's colors for make-up. From what he could gather make-up was only for
special occasions, but when it was worn, both men and women wore some.
At shortly before six, Peter mentioned that he had to go. David left with
him, saying he had to get home, too. Just outside, David wrapped his arms
around Peter, kissed him, then said, "Thanks, Peter. You're something
special," before walking home.
Peter walked home, thinking that whatever had changed things had changed
things for the better. When he got home, he was greeted with a brief
surprise party celebrating both his birthday and new boobs. It was just a
few cards and a cake for after dinner, the real party being planned for
Sunday, but it made him happy.
The next day, Peter woke up, wondering whether or not he had just lived
through some kind of strange dream. He was quickly disabused of that idea
when he sat up and his breasts shifted on his chest. He was starting to get
used to the idea of having boobs while he put on a bra and a casual T-shirt,
as well as a set of those genital lifting briefs and a pair of shorts.
He went downstairs, where his mom (still flat-chested) was cooking
breakfast. As soon as she saw him, she greeted him with a cheery,
"Good-morning, sunshine!"
He said, "Morning, mom," as he sat at the island in the middle of the
kitchen. His mom put a plate of eggs and toast and a glass of orange juice
in front of him. He looked around and asked, "Where's dad and Lorrie?"
"Same place they always are on Saturday morning, down at the field getting
ready for the game. Part of their duties as team members."
"Dad, too?"
"Of course, dad, too. He may only be volunteer coach, but he takes his
duties seriously. You know that." Actually, he didn't. In Peter's old
world, his father was just a supporter of the football team, not a coach.
Seeing his mystified look, his mom asked, "Is something wrong, Peter? You
seem really... out of it."
He stirred his eggs with his fork. "It's nothing, mom. Just something I've
got to work out."
As he started to eat, his mom said, "Okay, but you know you can talk to me
about anything?" He nodded. "Thinking of the team, your father would never
say anything, but now that your boobs have grown in, he'd really like it if
you tried out for the team, following in his footsteps."
Peter swallowed. "I'm hardly big enough for the team."
His mom gave him a look like he was crazed. "You're plenty big. Oh, you
mean height-wise." Peter almost gagged on his orange juice when she said,
"You don't have to be as tall as your dad just to be a cheerleader like he
was." Peter started spitting up his juice, and his mom patted his back
until he got it out. "What's wrong, Peter?"
He blurted out, "Dad was a cheerleader?!"
"Of course he was. But you knew that."
Peter was shocked. He looked up at his mom. He wasn't sure he could
confide in her, she'd probably think he was crazy, but he had to say
something to someone. "Mom, I think I'm going nuts. What would you say if
I said that when I went to bed on Thursday, I wasn't expecting to grow
boobs?"
"Well, I know you were worried about them growing in, but-"
"No, I mean I wasn't expecting them, and dad didn't have any, and you and
Lorrie did, and-"
With a look of understanding, his mom finished, "Women had breasts, but men
didn't?"
"Yeah."
"Don't worry; you're not crazy."
"You know what happened?"
"Yes, I do. You see, Peter, you have inherited an ability from your mother
called, for lack of a better term, shifting."
"My mother? Aren't you...?"
"Not exactly, although I still love and care for you like you were my own
Peter. You see you have 'shifted' into another universe. What were you
thinking of just before you went to sleep on Thursday?"
Peter thought about it. "Lorrie had been complaining about the hassles of
having big breasts, and I was wondering what it'd be like to grow a pair of
my own."
"And so you shifted into a universe where you grew a pair overnight, and..."
She waved at his chest.
"That's all it takes? So how do I get back?"
"Happens naturally. Once a week, you can shift for two days into another
universe. Any universe of your choosing."
"Any universe?"
"Yes, sir. Out there in the infinite continuum of universes, anything is
possible, which means that everything is happening somewhere, and in one of
those everythings, there is another you, with shifting abilities, who wants
to see what some part of your life is like."
"I could be anyone or anything?"
"Yup. You can indulge fantasies, live out the life of a star, go to a
universe where your favorite movie is the reality. You could even find out
what it'd be like to be some creature right out of myths. I've been a
centaur, a pixie, a mermaid, and even a giant. I have even been a talking,
sentient horse." She got a thoughtful look on her face. "Y'know, it's not
quite so significant to say you and your father are hung like horses when
you actually are horses." She grinned and Peter laughed.
Peter thought about it. "Is there any way to get stuck in another
universe?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
"Oh, okay."
"You sound a little disappointed. Is something going on at home?"
"It's just these bullies who have been harassing me."
"Samantha and her crew? They've been giving you trouble in this universe."
"No. In my universe, Samantha barely looks my way. No, in my universe,
it's David and some of his fellow football players who are giving me
problems."
"David Lewis?"
"Yeah, that's him."
"Hmm. David never struck me as the football type. Too soft."
"You know David?"
"Sure. He's captain of the cheerleaders. Your father is convinced he's got
the hots for you."
"He does. He made a pass at me the other day, then came over and had sex
with me in front of Jess. He may even be a transsexual."
His mother got a disapproving look on her face. "You didn't know, but you
should be more careful. Peter from this world is bisexual, but if he
weren't, you could've caused a lot of problems down the road."
"Okay, but that still doesn't help me with the David in my world. Here,
he's a homosexual cheerleader with the hots for me. There, he's a
heterosexual, bullying football player."
"You sure?"
"That he's a bully? Yeah."
"No, I mean that he's heterosexual."
"Yeah. At home, Jess is his girlfriend."
"Ooh, that's got to hurt. Particularly if you feel towards Jess like my
Peter does." Seeing the hurt on his face, she said, "I see that you do.
Well, buck up, shifting may help."
"How?"
"You can get a new perspective on people by shifting into universes where
their problems are more obvious or more accepted or whatever it takes for
you to see how to resolve things."
"This seems so fantastic. How do I know this isn't all some weird dream?
That I've got this ability?"
"Three things: One, when you get back, two days will have passed with your
journal being filled. Two, I, or more accurately, your mother can send you
to specific universes. When I was a teen, my mother sent me to a universe
where I was born male in order to give me a more diversified outlook. The
third thing is that you can actually bring others along with you. Fall
asleep with a part of you inside them and shift, and they'll shift with
you."
"With a part of me inside them?"
"Yeah, best way to handle it is to stick your fingers inside their butt,
which means you better know them real well." Peter grimaced. "Yeah, I
know, sounds icky, but a woman's vagina is too ticklish, too much risk of
being bitten in the mouth, and you risk hurting the other person trying to
put something deep enough in the nose or ear in order to ensure shifting."
"Okay, but what's this journal you mentioned?"
"Oh, glad you reminded me. My journal's been such a part of my shifting, I
forgot you don't have one yet. Follow me." Peter went upstairs with his
mom to her room. She dug into the bottom of her dresser and pulled out two
"blank" books and handed them to Peter. "These are your journals. One will
be your 'me' journal. That will be filled out by my Peter when he gets
back. When you get back to your world, fill it out with personal data about
you. The first third of the book should get stuff that isn't likely to
change: your birthday, a list of family and their names, classes you're in,
current sexual preferences, friends, girlfriends or boyfriends if you've got
any, and so on. The rest of the book should be filled with transitory
facts: special events that'll come and go, appointments, how you're
currently getting along with friends and family, et cetera.
"The second is your 'others' journal. YOU will fill that one out in as much
detail as possible. Write out what you have done since shifting into this
universe, including all conversations you've had: exact wording if you can
remember it, general ideas covered, if not. That way, my Peter will know
what happened to you. When you get back, he should've done the same for
you. Review his entry. If there're any facts that could've made his time
easier, include them in your 'me' journal. And do that for each trip.
Other shifters may actually ask for data. The data may seem obvious to you,
but to someone who hasn't lived the exact same life as you, it could be very
necessary, so write it into your 'me' journal."
"Okay."
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