The hum of the teleporter filled the loft, a low, steady vibration that made my teeth rattle. I could barely hear my own thoughts over the whirring, but there it was—yelps of pleasure, her voice cutting through the noise like a rusty knife. The neighborhood slut was out there in the alley, behind the dumpster, getting fucked hard against the prototype I’d tossed out like trash. God, she was loud. Her moans were obscene, all gasps and whimpers punctuated by that gritty, filthy voice of hers. It was distracting, but I didn’t have time to think about it. I was so close to getting this thing working. So close to proving them all wrong and reclaiming my spot as top scientist at Omnitech Research Solutions. Omnitech had laughed me out of the lab, called me a crackpot, a lunatic chasing fairy tales. They’d stripped me of my title, my funding, my reputation—all because I dared to dream bigger than their petty corporate bullshit. Teleportation was impossible, they said. A waste of resources. But here I was, standing in the humming heart of my creation, ready to prove them all wrong. Ready to shove their disbelief down their throats.
I adjusted the dials on the control panel, my fingers trembling with excitement. The teleporter was a 6'7 grey cylinder, sleek and minimalist, but it was all mine. I’d built it from scratch, poured everything I had into it, and now it was humming like a goddamn jet engine. I stepped inside, the white interior glowing softly around me. The door slid shut with a hiss, and I took a deep breath. This was it. The moment I’d been waiting for. The moment I’d prove the scientific community wrong.
The machine charged up, the humming growing louder, almost deafening. I could still hear the neighborhood whore out there, her voice rising in pitch as she screamed, “Fuck me harder, you filthy bastard! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” It was disgusting. I couldn’t wait to get out of this shithole neighborhood. Once I prove the teleporter works and it teleports me across the room, it will be nothing but top of the line everything for me—luxury penthouses, cutting-edge labs, and a reputation that will make Omnitech grovel at my feet. No more scraping by on scraps. I’d leave this grimy, pathetic life behind and never look back.
The machine let out a sudden zap, and everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t in the teleporter anymore. I wasn’t even in my own body. I was in the whore's body in the alleyway.
Pressed up against the prototype, my legs were wrapped tight around the john’s waist, my skirt hiked up to my hips. His cock was deep inside me, pounding away like a jackhammer. My head was thrown back, my fake lashes fluttering as I let out a guttural moan. The cold metal of the teleporter dug into my back. I could feel the raw, unrelenting pleasure of being fucked like a whore. He grunted, his hands gripping my thighs hard enough to leave bruises, and I screamed, “Fuck me harder, you piece of shit! I’m your dirty little slut, aren’t I? Aren’t I?”
Holy shit. The pleasure was unreal, a white-hot fire coursing through me, lighting up every nerve ending in my body. I could feel his cock, thick and pulsing, sliding in and out of me, hitting that spot deep inside that made me scream.
“Oh my god, yes! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” I heard myself moan, the words tumbling out of my mouth in a breathless stream. I didn’t even think about it—it just happened. My, or her, body was in control, and it felt fucking amazing. My tits—no, her tits, two massive double G fake cock holders the size of my head —jiggled with every thrust, slapping against my chest. I could feel them bouncing, heavy and full, and it was driving me wild.
The john grabbed a handful of my hair, yanking my head back as he pounded into me. “You like that, you filthy whore?” he growled, his voice rough and dirty.
“Fuck yes, I love it! Fuck me harder, you piece of shit!” I screamed, the words spilling out before I could stop them. My body was on fire, every nerve alight with pleasure, and I couldn’t think straight. All I could do was feel.
His hands moved to my tits, squeezing them hard, his fingers digging into my flesh. “God, you’ve got the biggest fucking tits I’ve ever seen,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust. He pinched my nipples, and I gasped, arching my back even more. It hurt, but it felt so good—I couldn’t get enough.
“Squeeze ‘em harder, you bastard!” I cried, my voice hoarse from screaming. My pussy was clenching around his cock, the pleasure building to a terrifying peak. I could feel it coming, that mind-numbing orgasm that was going to wreck me. My legs were shaking, my whole body trembling as he fucked me harder, faster, deeper.
“I’m gonna fucking cum!” I screamed, my voice cracking like a whip as the orgasm tore through me. It wasn’t just a sensation—it was a fucking cataclysm, a nuclear explosion detonating in the core of my being. My body temperature spiked, sweat pouring down my skin like I’d been doused in boiling water. Every inch of me was on fire, but it wasn’t the kind of heat that burned—it was the kind that consumed, that devoured, that left you gasping for air and begging for more.
My pussy clenched around his cock like a vice, each pulse of my orgasm sending shockwaves up my spine. It wasn’t just one wave of pleasure—it was a fucking tsunami, crashing over me again and again, relentless and unyielding. My legs trembled violently, my toes curling so hard they felt like they might snap. My back arched off the cold metal of the teleporter, my tits—those massive double G fuck pillows the size of basketballs—bouncing wildly with every thrust. The weight of them, the way they jiggled and slapped against my chest, only made the pleasure more intense, like they were amplifying every sensation.
I couldn’t breathe. My lungs were on fire, my chest heaving as I gasped for air, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the mind-melting ecstasy coursing through me. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyelids as my body convulsed with pleasure. It was like every nerve ending in my body had been set ablaze, the heat spreading from my pussy to my fingertips, my toes, the tips of my hair. I could feel it everywhere, a searing, all-consuming fire that left me writhing and screaming.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!” I wailed, my voice raw and broken. My pussy was milking his cock, each clench pulling him deeper, harder, until he groaned and came inside me. His cum flooded me, hot and thick, and the sensation sent another wave of pleasure crashing over me. I could feel it filling me up, spilling out around his cock, and it was disgusting and filthy and so fucking good I thought I might pass out.
My body went limp, my legs sliding down his hips as I collapsed against the teleporter, panting like I’d just run a marathon. My heart was pounding in my chest, my skin slick with sweat, and I could still feel the aftershocks of my orgasm rippling through me. It was like I’d been hit by a truck, every muscle in my body trembling and weak.
He pulled out with a wet sound, and I slumped against the prototype, my legs barely holding me up. My tits were still bouncing, my nipples hard and sensitive. I could feel his cum dripping out of me, running down my thighs, and it sent a shiver through me.
“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice shaky. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was in Lexi’s body, feeling every sensation, and it was the most intense thing I’d ever experienced.
The john slapped my ass, hard, and I yelped, arching my back again. “You’re one nasty bitch, you know that?” he said, his voice dripping with contempt.
“Fuck you,” I shot back breathlessly, but there was no bite to it. My body was still buzzing from the orgasm, and I couldn’t help but revel in it.
He laughed, a low, dirty sound, and zipped up his pants and tucked a hundred dollar bill into my huge, sweaty, fake tits. “I’ll see you around, Lexi,” he said, walking off into the night.
I leaned against the prototype, trying to catch my breath. My pussy was still throbbing, my tits heavy and aching. I was horny, so fucking horny, and I didn’t know how to stop it. Is this what she felt all the time?
“Fuck,” I muttered again, running a hand through my hair. My fingers came away sticky with sweat and god knows what else. I needed to get back to the teleporter, back to my loft, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what had just happened. My body was craving more, I had to get back to the loft and fix this.
I looked down at my tits, those massive double G fuck cushions, and squeezed them lightly. They felt so good in my hands, so full and heavy. I could feel my nipples hardening, my pussy getting wet all over again.
“Fuck it,” I said, my voice low and husky. I reached down between my legs, my fingers brushing against my clit. It was already swollen, sensitive to the touch, and I moaned as I rubbed it gently.
The pleasure was immediate, a sharp burst of heat that made my legs shake. I tilted my head back, biting my lip as I teased myself, my fingers sliding through my wetness. I could feel the orgasm building again, closer this time, and I didn’t want to stop.
“Fuck,” I whispered, my voice trembling. I gotta fix this.
I stumbled away from the alley, my hips swaying awkwardly in these ridiculous 5-inch fuck-me pumps. Every step made my tits—those massive double G cum canyons—bounce and jiggle with a life of their own. I could feel the weight of them pulling at my chest, the fabric of my too-small jean jacket straining to contain them. My ass cheeks peeked out from the tiny denim shorts, and I could feel the cool air brushing against my skin. What the fuck am I even wearing? I thought, disgusted but also weirdly… intrigued.
I glanced back at the alley, the dumpster, the spot where I’d just been fucked like some filthy alley whore. The thought made me shiver, a strange warmth creeping up my spine. Who the fuck does that? Who fucks in an alley next to a dumpster? But even as I judged, I could feel my pussy twitch, a faint echo of the pleasure I’d just experienced. I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts, and kept walking.
When I reached the front of the building, I realized I didn’t have the key. Of course I don’t. It’s in my old body. I rolled my eyes and pressed the intercom button for my loft. After a moment, my own voice—deep, male, and familiar—answered. “Who is it?”
“It’s me, you dumb fuck,” I snapped, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I was surprised at how easily the vulgarity rolled off my tongue. Since when do I talk like this? But before I could dwell on it, the door buzzed, and I pushed it open.
The loft was exactly as I’d left it—tools scattered everywhere, the teleporter humming faintly in the corner. But standing there, in my body, was… me. Or rather, Lexi. She looked calm, almost serene, while I felt like a walking disaster. I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the concrete floor, and closed the door behind me.
“What the fuck did you do?” I demanded, my voice sharp and accusatory.
Lexi—in my body—just smiled. “I didn’t do anything. I’m Lexi, by the way. Nice to meet you.” She stuck out her hand, her movements slow and deliberate.
I stared at her, my mind racing. This is so fucking weird. But I took her hand anyway, shaking it firmly. “Tom,” I said, my voice tight. As our hands touched, I couldn’t help but notice how strange it felt to shake hands with my own body. This is some next-level scientific shit, I thought, but I’ll never get taken seriously in this whore’s body.
I let go of her hand and walked over to the mirror by the door. I needed to see what I was working with. The reflection staring back at me was… a lot. Mid-forties, with garish dark eyeshadow caked on, lips plumped with fillers, and inch-long white square nails that looked completely impractical. My outfit was a mess—black and red checkered bra and panties, tiny denim shorts that barely covered my ass, and a jean jacket that couldn’t even close over my massive tits. Double Gs, I thought, like two fucking watermelons strapped to my chest. I looked like a walking stereotype, a caricature of a slut.
“This is fucking ridiculous,” I muttered, turning away from the mirror. “I can’t stay like this. I need to fix this.”
Lexi—still in my body—leaned against the workbench, her arms crossed. “Good luck with that,” she said, her tone casual. “I’ve been trying to figure it out myself.”
I glared at her. “You’re not helping.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t ask for this either, you know. One minute I’m getting fucked in an alley, the next I’m in your body.”
“We need to figure this out,” I said, my voice firm. “I can’t stay like this. I have work to do, a reputation to rebuild. I can’t be… this.” I gestured to my body, my tits, my ass, my everything.
Lexi smirked. “What’s wrong with it? You’ve got a great body. I’ve been taking care of it for years.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, great for fucking in alleys. Not so great for being taken seriously as a scientist.”
She narrowed her eyes, a sly smirk spreading across my face—my face. “And what’s in it for me?” she asked, her voice dripping with that same slimy charm she probably used on her johns.
I crossed my arms over my chest, my tits—those fucking double G beach balls—squishing against my forearms. “What’s in it for you? Are you serious? I’m not one of your fucking clients, Lexi. I’m not paying a whore to fix my own damn machine.”
Lexi—still in my body—chuckled, the sound low and infuriating. “Oh, honey, you’re not paying a whore? You are the whore now. And if you think you’re gonna fix that machine without my help, you’re dumber than you look.”
I felt my cheeks—Lexi’s cheeks—flush with anger. “You think I need your help? You’re a fucking alley slut who probably couldn’t tell a wrench from a dildo. All I need to do is figure out why the teleporter sent me to the prototype instead of the coordinates I programmed. I never intended for it to swap objects—or people—between machines. There’s got to be a glitch in the system, and I’ll find it. I’ll fix this myself, and you can go back to spreading your legs for pocket change.”
Her smirk didn’t waver. If anything, it got wider. “Ooh, touchy. You already sound like a pissed-off hooker. Maybe you’re getting used to that body faster than you thought.”
I clenched my fists, those stupid white nails digging into my palms. “I’m not getting used to anything. And I’m not gonna be blackmailed by some two-bit skank who thinks she’s clever."
Lexi raised her hands in mock surrender, leaning back against the workbench. “Fine, fine. But don’t come crying to me when you can’t figure out why your machine zapped you into my tits in the first place.”
I rolled my eyes, turning back to the teleporter. “Like I’d ever come crying to you.”
But even as I said it, I couldn’t shake the nagging thought that she might be right. And that pissed me off even more.
I clenched my fists, glaring at her. “I don’t need your help, Lexi. I’ll figure this out myself. I’m a fucking genius, remember? I’ll fix the machine and get us back to normal.”
Lexi crossed her arms, her smirk never faltering. “Good luck with that, genius. You’re in my body now. You think you’re going to be able to focus on fixing anything when this body starts screaming for attention? Trust me, it’s going to be a lot harder than you think.”
I snapped, my voice dripping with disdain. “I’m not some mindless slut who can’t think past her next fuck.”
Lexi raised an eyebrow, her expression amused. “Oh, but you are now. Don’t you get it, Tom? We didn’t just switch bodies—we switched brains. My neural pathways are now yours. What used to get me off is going to get you off. This body? It’s going to be horny all the fucking time. And you’re going to have a hard time thinking straight when it is.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but she cut me off. “And look at you—you’re already talking like me. Foul-mouthed, crude, and downright slutty. Face it, Tom. You’re not in control here. Not anymore.”
“Fuck you,” I spat, my fists clenched so tight my nails dug into my palms.
“Oh, I think you’re the one who’s going to be getting fucked,” she shot back, her tone smug. “Face it, Tom. You’re in deep now. And you’re going to have to learn to live with it—or let me help you.”
I turned away, storming toward the teleporter. “I don’t need your help. I’ll fix this myself.”
Lexi leaned back against the workbench, arms crossed, her smirk growing wider. “Fine,” she said, her tone casual, almost mocking. “But if you’re not going to play nice, I’ll just call the cops. You’re trespassing here, Tom. This is my place now, and I’ll have them drag you out in those slutty little shorts if I have to.”
I froze, my hand hovering over the teleporter controls. “You wouldn’t dare,” I growled, spinning around to face her.
“Try me,” she shot back, her eyes glinting with defiance. She pulled out my phone—her phone now—and waved it at me. “I’ve got 911 dialed in. You think they’re going to believe some middle-aged bimbo claiming she’s the owner of this place? Face it, Tom. You’re fucked. Lexi’s smirk widened as she stepped closer, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Think about it, Tom. You waltz into a police station looking like”—she gestured at me with a sweeping hand—“this. What are they going to see? A middle-aged hooker with double G tits spilling out of a jacket that doesn’t even close, ass cheeks hanging out of shorts that could double as a belt, and inch-long nails that scream ‘I suck cock for a living.’ You really think they’re going to believe you’re some genius scientist?”
Lexi’s words were meant to scare me, and they were working. I could feel the weight of my body—her body—pulling me down, dragging me into a reality I didn’t want to face.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Fuck. She was right. In this body, I had no credibility, no authority. I was just some random slut to anyone who didn’t know the truth. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising anger, but it was no use. I was trapped.
“Fine,” I spat, turning on my heel and heading for the door. “I’ll leave. But this isn’t over, Lexi. I’ll fix this, with or without your help.”
She laughed, a sound that grated on my nerves. “Sure you will. But maybe next time, you’ll come back with some manners. Until then, enjoy the body. I’m sure it’ll keep you… entertained.”
I slammed the door behind me, the sound echoing through the empty hallway. My heels clicked against the concrete as I stormed out of the building, my tits bouncing with every step. I hated her. I hated this body.
But as I stepped out into the cool air, I couldn’t shake the lingering warmth between my legs. Fuck. Lexi was right about one thing—this body was going to be a problem.
The alleyway was damp, the smell of garbage assaulting my senses as I struggled with the teleporter. Lexi’s body was a fucking nightmare for this kind of work. Her huge double G tits, like two overripe melons strapped to my chest, bounced painfully with every movement, and her arms felt like limp noodles. My nails—my goddamn nails—were digging into the sides of the teleporter, but I couldn’t get a grip. The fucking thing was heavy, and Lexi’s body wasn’t built for this. Fuck, I hate this body.
“Need a hand, sweetheart?” a rough voice called out. I turned to see a man. His eyes were on my tits, of course, and I could already tell what kind of help he was offering.
“Yeah,” I muttered, reluctantly, my voice dripping with irritation. I hated needing help, especially from some random guy whose eyes were glued to my Double G melons like I was some kind of buffet. Fucking Lexi’s body. But I had no choice—this goddamn teleporter wasn’t moving on its own.
The man smirked, clearly enjoying the view of my cleavage as he stepped closer. “Alright, doll, let’s get this thing moving,” he said, his voice low and smarmy.
As he grabbed one side of the teleporter, I could feel his eyes still on me, scanning my curves like I was a fucking prize. I clenched my teeth, hating every second of this, but I needed the help. Just get it done, Tom, I told myself. Then you can get back to fixing this mess.
We both hefted the teleporter, and I could feel the strain in my arms—Lexi’s weak, useless arms. My tits bounced painfully with the effort, and I caught him staring again. “Eyes on the prize, buddy,” I snapped, nodding at the teleporter.
He chuckled, a low, dirty sound. “Oh, I’m looking at the prize, alright,” he said, his tone dripping with innuendo.
Fucking prick. But I kept quiet, focusing on moving the damn machine. I’d deal with the humiliation later. Right now, I needed to get back to my experiments—and out of this skanky, horny body.
“Hop in, doll. Let’s get you where you need to go.”
I climbed into the passenger seat, my short short jeans shorts covering practically nothing, and Randy’s eyes were on my legs the entire time. He slid into the driver’s seat, his hand lingering on the gear shift a little too close to my thigh. “So,” he said, his voice low and dirty, “you’re Lexi, right? Heard about you. You’re the whore with the big tits.”
I clenched my fists, trying to keep my temper in check. “I’m not Lexi,” I growled, but he just laughed.
“Sure, sweetheart."
“Where we headed, Lexi?” Randy asked, his eyes still glued to my Double G melons like they were a goddamn pair of GPS coordinates. I rolled my eyes—Lexi’s eyes—and dug into her tiny, useless excuse for a pocket. I pulled out her ID and stared at it. Lexi Lipps. I nearly choked. No fucking way. She’s got a porno name as her real name? I mumbled under my breath, “Jesus Christ, she really went all in on being a whore didn't she?”
“What’s that, sweetheart?” Randy asked, leaning closer.
“Nothing,” I snapped, shoving the ID back into her pocket—my pocket now, I guess. I gave him the address, my voice tight, hating every syllable that came out of Lexi’s slutty mouth.
We pulled out of the alley, and every bump in the road sent my tits bouncing like a pair of fucking basketballs trapped in a washing machine. I could feel their weight, their presence, everything. It was like having two overgrown watermelons strapped to my chest, and I hated it. Or at least, I was trying to hate it. But Lexi’s body—my body now—was betraying me. Every jiggle, every bounce, sent a weird, tingly sensation through me that I couldn’t ignore. My nipples were hard as fucking diamonds, and I could feel heat creeping between my legs.
I caught Randy stealing another glance at my tits, his eyes flicking down to my cleavage like he was trying to memorize every goddamn curve. “Eyes on the road, asshole,” I growled, crossing my arms over my chest, which just pushed my Double Gs up even higher. Fuck, this body.
He smirked, a sleazy grin that made my skin crawl. Or at least, it should’ve made my skin crawl. Instead, it sent a weird shiver down my spine. “C’mon, Lexi,” he said, his voice low and rough. “You know you want to give me some road head.”
I could feel Lexi’s body reacting, like some fucked-up Pavlovian response to his disgusting suggestion. My thighs clenched, and I could feel myself getting wetter by the second. I need to fix this. Fast.
But the problem was, Lexi’s body wasn’t listening to me. Every bump, every glance, every sleazy word out of Randy’s mouth was turning me on more than I wanted to admit. I could feel my resolve slipping, my brain fogging up with lust. I need to get this teleporter fixed before I end up giving in to this goddamn body’s urges.
When we got to Lexi’s apartment, Randy carried the teleporter inside like it was weightless. I watched him, my jaw tight, trying to ignore the way my Double Gs bounced with every step I took. The apartment was a fucking disaster zone. Trashy magazines with half-naked women on the covers were strewn across the floor, lube bottles were tipped over on the coffee table, and sex toys were scattered everywhere like some perverted treasure hunt. There was a goddamn stripper pole in the bedroom, naturally. Of course, Lexi would have one. Because why wouldn’t she?
I started rummaging through the place, opening drawers, and tossing shit aside. Every time I leaned over, my tits swung like two overripe melons, and I could feel them, every jiggle, every bounce. It was like they were mocking me, reminding me that I wasn’t in control here. I opened a drawer in the kitchen, and it was filled with more lube, condoms, and a fucking vibrator. Of course.
I moved to the bedroom, my thighs rubbing together with every step, and I could feel how wet I was getting. No. No, no, no. I’m not Lexi. I’m not this horny fucking skank. But the more I moved, the worse it got. I opened the nightstand drawer, and there was more of the same—lube, condoms, and a strap-on. Great.
I bent over to look under the bed, and the weight of my tits pulled me forward again, practically dragging me down. I could feel them, heavy and hot, and I could feel the wetness between my legs growing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I need to find some cash and get him out of here before this body takes over completely. But deep down, in a part of me I didn’t want to acknowledge, I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out.
“You sure you don’t want some help, doll?” Randy called from the living room, his voice dripping with that same sleazy tone.
“I’m sure,” I growled, but my voice came out weaker than I meant it to. Shit. I could feel Lexi’s body betraying me, her urges creeping into my mind, and I wasn’t sure how much longer I could fight it.
So,” Randy said, leaning against the wall, “you gonna pay me, or are we doing this the fun way?”
I turned to him, my heart racing. “I… I don’t have any cash. I’ll pay you later, I swear.” Hoping that it could be the real Lexi's problem.
He shook his head, his grin widening. “Nah, doll. I’m not the kinda guy who waits. Either you find a way to pay me now, or I’m walking out of here with that machine of yours.”
My mind was racing. I couldn’t let him take the teleporter. I had to fix this. I had to… Fuck it. “Fine,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’ll… I’ll give you a tit fuck.”
Randy’s eyes lit up, and he straightened up. “All that heavy lifting? Nah, a blowjob.”
I gritted Lexi’s teeth, her jaw clenching as I forced myself to think fast. I couldn’t let him take the teleporter, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to suck his dick. I stepped closer, letting my hands slide up my sides until they cupped my Double G melons, squeezing them just enough to make them jiggle. “C’mon, Randy,” I purred, hating every word that came out of Lexi’s slutty mouth. “You really want my mouth when you could have these?” I gave them another bounce, my nipples practically poking through the fabric of my top. “They’re perfect for you—big, soft, and ready to make you feel like a king.”
Randy’s eyes were glued to my tits, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Fuck,” he muttered, his voice rough. “Alright, fine. Tit fuck it is.”
I forced a sultry smile. “Good choice,” I said, my voice dripping with fake sweetness. God, I hate this body. But at least I was keeping the teleporter.
I dropped to my knees. "Top off." Randy said.
My jacket came off first, the sticky air of the apartment clinging to Lexi’s bare skin as I yanked at the clasps of her red and black checkered bra. The second it came undone, my Double Gs—no, her Double Gs—spilled out, jiggling like two overfilled water balloons, and Randy let out a low, dirty whistle. “Fuck me, Lexi. Those are some Grade-A cock crushers you’re packin’.”
I groaned nickname, but Lexi’s body didn’t care. I could feel the heat pooling between my legs, the wetness soaking through my panties, and fuck, I hated how good it felt. “Shut up,” I snapped, my voice shaky as I reached for his belt. My fingers fumbled with the buckle, and Randy just stood there, grinning down at me like I was his personal plaything.
“C’mon, doll, hurry it up,” he taunted, leaning back against the wall. “I’m not gettin’ any younger here.”
I yanked his pants down, and his cock sprang free, thick and veiny, already leaking pre-cum. Jesus Christ. Lexi’s body reacted before I could stop it. My mouth watered, and I felt a pang of something deep inside me that made me want to scream.
“Alright, Lexi. Let’s see what those dick milkers of yours can do.”
I grabbed my tits, my hands sinking into the soft, jiggly flesh as I pressed them together around his cock. They were so fucking heavy, like two overripe melons, and the weight of them made my back ache. But the second I started moving them up and down, Randy let out a groan that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck, yeah,” he grunted, his cock sliding between my Double Gs, the tip brushing against my chin. “You were made for this, slut.”
“Fuck, Lexi, you’re such a dirty little slut,” Randy groaned, his cock sliding harder between my Double Gs, the tip brushing against my lips. “Your big fucking tits were made for this, weren’t they? Goddamn, you’re a fucking cock sleeve with tits. How about you talk dirty just like I like it.I was shocked at how easily the filthy words spilled out of Lexi’s mouth, like they were second nature. It wasn’t me—it couldn’t be. But the way her body responded, the way her brain seemed wired for this kind of depravity, made it feel so natural. And fuck, it turned me on more than I wanted to admit. This isn’t me, I thought, but Lexi’s body didn’t care. Her slutty instincts were taking over, and I was just along for the ride.”
I moaned, the words sending a twisted jolt of pleasure through me. “I’m a… I’m a big-titted fuck doll,” I gasped, my voice trembling as I squeezed my melons tighter around his throbbing meat. “Fuck my big tits. Make me your dirty little cum dumpster.”
“Oh, fuck yeah,” he growled, his hips bucking as he thrust harder between my jiggling mounds. “You’re a fucking whore, Lexi. A skanky, easy cocksucker with tits so big they should be illegal. I’ve heard about you, you know. Everyone’s fucked you, haven’t they? You’re the town cum bucket.”
My orgasm was building, slow and relentless, and I couldn’t stop it. “YES! YES!” I moaned, my hands sinking deeper into my own flesh. “I’m a fucking cum slut. I need it. I need your cock, Randy. Fuck my tits! Fuck me like the dirty little whore I am!”
“Fucking hell, Lexi,” he grunted, his hands gripping my tits tighter, his cock sliding faster and harder. “You’re such a fucking skank. A filthy, cock-hungry slut with tits that beg to be used. You love being degraded, don’t you, you fucking whore?”
“YES! OH MY GAWD, YES!” I screamed, my back arching as pleasure ripped through me. “I’m a dirty little slut! Fuck me, Randy! Use my huge fucking tits! Cum all over me and my big fucking dick holders!”
The thought of being stuck in Lexi’s body forever sent a spike of panic through me, but it was drowned out almost instantly by the overwhelming pleasure of Randy’s cock sliding between my Double Gs. This isn’t me, I tried to tell myself, but Lexi’s body didn’t care. Every thrust, every groan from Randy, sent waves of ecstasy crashing over me, and I couldn’t fight it. I’m losing myself, I thought, but even that fear felt distant, muffled by the raw, primal need coursing through me.
Randy groaned, his cock throbbing between my Double Gs. “You’re a fucking goddess of filth, Lexi. A cum-guzzling, cock-addicted bitch with tits so fucking massive they should come with a fucking warning label. Every guy in this shithole town’s probably blown their load all over these fat fuckin’ milkers, huh? You’re like a walking glory hole with tits that could smother a man to death and he’d die happy.”
His words sent a sick, twisted thrill through me, and I could feel Lexi’s body responding like it was second nature. My nipples were rock hard, rubbing against the inside of my arms as I squeezed my tits tighter around his cock. The weight of them, the way they jiggled with every thrust—it was like they were made for this. Made to be used.
“Yeah, Randy,” I moaned, my voice dripping with a slutty desperation I didn’t even recognize. “My tits are fucking huge, aren’t they? Big enough to make you lose your mind. You wanna cover them in your cum, don’t you? Mark me up like the dirty little whore I am.”
“Fuck yes,” he growled, his hips slamming harder, faster. “You’re a fucking masterpiece of depravity, Lexi. A walking wet dream with tits so goddamn massive they're the first thing anyone sees when you walk into a room. I’m gonna paint these fat fuckers white, and you’re gonna love every second of it, you filthy slut.”
I could feel my orgasm building, my thighs trembling as Lexi’s body betrayed me completely. This wasn’t me. This wasn’t who I was. But right now, I didn’t care. All I cared about was the pleasure, the way Randy’s cock felt sliding between my Double Gs, the way his words made me feel like the biggest, dirtiest whore in the world.
I could feel my orgasm building, the pleasure overwhelming, and I moaned louder, my voice shaky. “Oh, fuck, Randy! I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna fucking cum all over your cock! Fuck me harder! Use me like the cheap fucking whore I am!”
“Fuck yeah, Lexi!” he roared, his cock pulsing as he slammed harder between my tits. “Take it, you dirty little skank. Take my fucking load, you slut!”
The fear of being stuck in this body, of becoming Lexi, crept into my mind, but the pleasure drowned it out. I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to. “OH MY GOD, YES! JUST LIKE THAT! FUCK ME, RANDY! I’M YOUR DIRTY LITTLE WHORE!”
Randy’s cock slammed between my Double Gs, his rhythm relentless, and then—oh fuck—it happened. A shockwave of pleasure detonated deep inside me, and my body went rigid. My head snapped back, and I let out a scream that sounded more like Lexi than me. “OH MY FUCKING GOD! OH MY GOD, I’M CUMMING! I’M CUMMING!!”
The orgasm ripped through me like a lightning storm, every nerve in Lexi’s body set on fire. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, again—electric, liquid heat surging through me in waves, my belly tightening, my thighs shuddering. Every inch of me was alive, buzzing with pleasure, and I couldn’t stop it. “FUCK! FUCK! OHHHH, FUUUUUCK!” I screamed, my hands clawing at my tits, squeezing them harder around Randy’s cock as I bucked my hips.
“Jesus Christ, Lexi,” Randy growled, his voice husky with disbelief. “You’re fucking cumming? From a tit fuck? You’re such an unbelievable slut. No one gets off on this shit but you, you dirty fucking whore.”
His words sent another jolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned louder, my hips bucking like I was getting fucked. “YES! I’m a slut! I’m a fucking—OH GOD—big-titted whore! Fuck me, Randy! Use me! Use my tits!”
That was it for him. With a guttural roar, Randy slammed his cock between my Double Gs one last time, and then he exploded. Thick ropes of cum splattered across my face, my tits, my neck—everywhere. He painted me like a fucking canvas, his load hot and sticky as it dripped down my skin. “Fuck, Lexi,” he panted, his cock still twitching. “You’re the best fucking tit fuck I’ve ever had.”
I collapsed back onto the floor, my body trembling, my tits glistening with his cum. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My breath came in short, shallow gasps, and my mind was a haze of pleasure. What the fuck just happened?
Randy pulled his pants up, buckling his belt with a smirk. “You’re one filthy bitch, Lexi, you're gonna need a mop for that one.” he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. He tossed me a towel, which landed on my cum-covered tits, and then he walked out the door without another word.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, still twitching and gasping with aftershocks. My hands moved to my tits, feeling the weight of them, the wetness of Randy’s cum. And fuck, I needed to fix this. Fast. Before I got used to it.
I wiped myself clean, my hands trembling as I tried to get Randy’s fucking cum off my Double G cock crushers. The towel was rough against my skin, and I winced as it scraped over my sensitive nipples. My tits felt heavier than ever, like two goddamn watermelons strapped to my chest, and I groaned in frustration as they swung and bounced with every movement. “Fucking things,” I muttered under my breath, glaring down at them. “Can’t wait until you’re Lexi’s problem again.”
I threw the towel on the floor, my mind racing. I need to fix this. I had to get back into my own body, back to my work, back to my life. I couldn’t stay like this, trapped in this bimbo’s body with her stupid fucking tits and her slutty urges. I stumbled over to the teleporter, my high heels clicking annoyingly on the floor. The damn machine stood there, silent and mocking, and I glared at it like it was personally responsible for my current nightmare.
“Alright,” I muttered, running a hand through Lexi’s long, fake blonde hair. “Let’s get this shit working.”
I started tinkering with the teleporter, but it was a fucking disaster. Lexi’s apartment was a goddamn sex dungeon, not a workshop. There were no tools, no wires, no nothing. Just dildos, vibrators, and a whole lot of lube. I grabbed a vibrator, turning it over in my hands. Maybe I can use this, I thought, trying to unscrew the base with my nails. But Lexi’s impractical, bedazzled nails were fucking useless, and I growled in frustration as the vibrator slipped out of my hands and onto the floor.
“Fuck!” I shouted, kicking the damn thing across the room. My tits bounced violently with the movement, and I groaned, grabbing them to keep them still. “Stupid fucking tits! Why are you so goddamn big?”
I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. Focus, Tom. You’ve got to focus. But my mind kept wandering back to Lexi. What was that bitch doing right now? She’d probably taken over my lab, my life, my fucking everything. The thought made my blood boil. I’ll show her. I’ll fix this machine, and then she’ll see who the genius is.
After what felt like hours of fucking around with sex toys and duct tape, I finally thought I had the teleporter ready. I stepped back, wiping sweat from my brow. My Double Gs sticking slick with sweat. “Alright,” I muttered, staring at the machine. “Nobel Prize here I fucking cum.”
I stepped inside, my heart pounding in my chest. My hands trembled as I reached for the switch. Please work. Please, please work. I flipped it, and the machine roared to life. The humming grew louder and louder, the air around me crackling with energy. The humming grew louder and louder, the air around me crackling with energy. I glanced down at my Double G tits, bouncing slightly with the vibrations of the machine. See ya later, girls, I thought bitterly. You’ll be Lexi’s problem again. Then, with a blinding flash of light, everything went dark.
When I opened my eyes, I was bombarded with images. Thousands of them, flashing through my mind like a fucking pornographic slideshow. How to suck cock. How to fuck men. How to be the perfect slut. The images were dizzying, overwhelming, and I stumbled back, my hands clutching my head. “What the fuck is happening?” I gasped, my voice high-pitched and whiny.
The images kept coming, faster and faster. How to dress like a bimbo. How to talk like a whore. How to be the perfect sex toy for men. I could feel the knowledge seeping into my brain, like a fucking virus taking over. My body flushed with heat, my cunt throbbing with need. I stumbled to my knees, my hands clutching at my tits. Fuck, I’m so horny.
“Goddamnit!” I shouted, slamming my fists into the floor. My tits bounced with the impact, and I groaned, my mind a haze of lust and confusion. What the fuck just happened?
My body was on fire, my cunt throbbing with an insatiable need that I couldn’t ignore. The images from the teleporter were still flashing in my mind—how to suck cock, how to fuck, how to be the perfect slut—and my body was responding like it had a mind of its own. I couldn’t think straight, couldn’t focus on anything but the overwhelming, pounding need between my legs.
I dropped to my knees, my Double G tits swaying heavily as I reached for one of the dildos scattered on the floor. My trembling hands wrapped around the base, and I groaned as I felt the cool silicone against my burning skin. “Fuck it,” I muttered, my voice high and desperate. “I can’t take this anymore.”
I yanked my panties down, my soaked panties practically falling off as I positioned the dildo at my entrance. My breath hitched as I pressed the tip against my swollen lips, and I moaned loudly as I slid it inside. “Oh, fuck!” I gasped, my back arching as the dildo filled me completely. It was thick, perfectly stretching me, and I could feel my body clenching around it, craving more.
I started pumping the dildo in and out, my hips jerking uncontrollably as I tried to satisfy the relentless need coursing through me. My tits bounced wildly with every thrust, my nipples hard and sensitive, rubbing against the fabric of my top. “Yes, yes, fuck!” I moaned, my voice rising in pitch as I sped up, slamming the dildo into my drooling cunt.
"Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!" I wailed, my voice cracking with desperation as my Double G cock crushers jiggled violently. "Please, someone, anyone, just shove your fat cock in this dripping cunt and ruin me!"
Then my phone rang. I fumbled for it, my hands shaking as I answered. “Hello?” I said, my voice sounding slurred and whorey.
“Oh, hey, Tom,” Lexi’s voice came through, calm and collected. “How’s it going?”
“What the fuck did you do?” I snapped, my voice rising in pitch. My cunt was still throbbing, my nipples hard and sensitive.
Lexi laughed, the sound grating on my nerves. “Oh, you found my little gift, huh? I put a bunch of porno mags, DVDs, and books in the teleporter. I thought maybe it’d turn you into a book, or it’d zap your knowledge out and replace it with all that juicy porn stuff. Looks like it worked!”
“You fucking bitch!” I shouted, my voice cracking as I continued to work the dildo in and out. “You ruined me! I need my science knowledge, not this… this… slut shit!”
Lexi just laughed again. “Oh, stop being so dramatic. Here, let me give you a little list of what I put in there: ‘The Art of Being a Bimbo’ by Candy Cocksicle, ‘How to Be a Cumdumpster 101’ by Cherry Poppins, ‘The Ultimate Guide to Gangbangs’ by Bambi Blowz, ‘Deep Throat Diaries’ by Lola Longthroat, 'Anal Adventures for Beginners’ by Roxy Rimmjob, ‘How to Take Three Cocks at Once’ by Daisy Doublewide, ‘The Art of Being a Slut’ by Trixie Thunderpuss and ‘How to Be a Good Sex Toy for Men’ by Fok Mie. Did you like them?"
My face blanched as Lexi’s words sank in. I could already feel the slutty knowledge seeping deeper into my brain, like a virus rewriting my thoughts. This can’t be real, I thought, my hands trembling as I clutched the phone tighter. But it was—every filthy title she listed was now etched into my mind, and my body was already reacting, my cunt throbbing with arousal.
"Just wait until you start practicing what’s in ‘How to Make Men Cum in Seconds’ by Vanessa Velvet. You’ll be a pro in no time.”
“Oh, and by the way,” Lexi added casually, “I noticed a bunch of math and science books in the teleporter where the porn stuff used to be. Guess your genius brain got zapped out and dumped into those. Weird, huh? Anyway, I took them out—figured I’d donate them to the thrift store later. Someone might find them useful.” She chuckled, clearly not giving a damn. “Good luck with your new slut life, Tom!”
I felt my cheeks flush with humiliation, but my cunt throbbed in response, betraying me. “Lexi, you sick fuck!” I screamed, my voice shrill and desperate. “I don’t want to be a fucking whore!”
Lexi just laughed, her voice dripping with mockery. “Too late, Tom. Those books are already in your head. You’re a slut now, whether you like it or not. Oh, and don’t forget about ‘The Bimbo Bible’ by Mistress Maxx and ‘How to Keep Your Pussy Ready 24/7’ by Kitty Kumslut. Trust me, you’ll thank me later.”
I wanted to throw the phone across the room, but my body was too busy betraying me, my pussy dripping as the titles flashed through my mind. I could already feel the words from ‘How to Be a Dirty Slut’ by Candy Cumz and ‘The Art of the Cock Worship’ by Felicia Fuckalot taking root in my brain, and it made me even angrier—and hornier.
“Lexi, please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Please, you have to help me. I can’t stay like this. I can’t be a fucking bimbo!”
Lexi laughed again, the sound cold and cruel. “Oh, Tom. You’re already a bimbo. Trust me, you’re gonna love it. In fact, I’ve got a little surprise for you. I messaged my ex, Rex. He’s coming over to give you a good dicking down. You’ll love it, I promise. Rex likes to get into it rough, just the way my body craves it.”
“Lexi, no!” I shouted, but she’d already hung up. I stared at the phone, my hands shaking, my cunt throbbing.
Then I heard a knock on the door. My heart stopped. Rex. I stood there, frozen, my Double G tits bouncing with every breath. The knock came again, louder this time. “Open up, Lexi!” a deep, rough voice called from the other side. “I’ve got something for ya!”
I swallowed hard, my cunt clenching with anticipation. Fuck.
Three hours later, and Rex was still fucking me like a man possessed. We’d been at it nonstop, moving from room to room, leaving a trail of sweat, lube, and cum in our wake. He’d bent me over the kitchen counter, my Double G tits pressed against the cold countertop as he pounded into me from behind. Then he’d dragged me to the couch, where I rode him like a slut, my tits bouncing wildly as I moaned his name.
We’d even ended up on the floor, Rex pinning me down with his weight as he fucked me raw, my nails clawing at the carpet.
Now, we were in Lexi’s bedroom, and Rex had me on all fours, my ass in the air as he slammed into me from behind. My tits swung heavily beneath me, my nipples brushing against the sheets with every thrust. Rex’s hands gripped my hips hard enough to leave bruises, and I could feel myself building toward another orgasm. “Fuck, Rex!” I screamed, my voice high and whiny. “You’re so fucking big!”
“That’s right, Lexi,” Rex growled, his voice rough and deep. “Take it like the slut you are. You love this, don’t you?”
My body was on fire, my cunt clenching around his cock as he fucked me harder. But my mind was a mess. How did I end up like this? I thought, my cheeks burning with shame. I used to be a genius, and now I’m just a bimbo with huge tits and a head full of porn knowledge.
“Yes, Rex!” I moaned, my voice dripping with desperation. “Fuck me harder! I’m your slut!”
Rex laughed, his hands tightening on my hips. “Damn right you are. You’re nothing but a good little fuck toy for me.”
“FUCK ME HARDER, REX! PLEASE, PLEASE, FUCK ME HARDERRRRRR!” I screamed, my voice echoing through the room as Rex’s cock slammed into me with brutal force. My tits bounced wildly, my nipples brushing against the sheets with every thrust. I was a mess—a moaning, begging, dripping mess—and I hated how much I loved it. I’ve been outsmarted by a whore, I thought bitterly, my mind racing even as my body betrayed me. Earlier, while Rex was fucking me against the teleporter, we’d knocked it over, and now it lay in pieces on the floor. Fixing it was likely impossible now.
Rex smacked my ass hard, and I yelped in pleasure, my cunt clenching around his cock. “That’s right, Lexi,” he growled, his voice rough and deep. “Take it like the cocksleeve you are.”
Even if I could prop up the machine and take a look at it, I probably wouldn’t understand what I was looking at. My science knowledge was gone, replaced by pornographic filth."OH FUCK, REX! YOU’RE RUINING ME, YOU BIG-DICKED BASTARD!" I screamed, my voice cracking as Rex pounded into me with relentless force, my Double G tits slapping against the bed with every brutal thrust. Fixing it would require studying everything again, starting over from the beginning, and this time I’d be constantly distracted by this body’s cravings for cock. Lexi’s probably long gone in my body by now, I thought.
“OH GOD, REX! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDERRRRRR!” I screamed, my voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed me. My orgasm hit me like a freight train, my cunt spasming around his cock as I came hard. “YESSSSS! OH FUCK, YESSSSS!” I collapsed onto the bed, my tits spilling out beneath me, my body trembling with pleasure. Oh god, this is my life now.
“OOOOOOoooooooOOOOOOOOHHHH, FUUUUUUuuuuuuUUUUUUk!” I screamed, my voice breaking as pleasure overwhelmed me.
As I collapsed onto the bed, panting, I couldn’t help but think about Lexi. She was probably out there living my life, selling the teleporter, and gathering up all the books that used to hold my knowledge. And here I was, stuck as a bimbo, getting fucked by her ex. I’ve been outsmarted by a whore, I thought bitterly. I have to come up with a plan and find her or I'd be forever stuck in this slutty body, my Double G cock grippers bouncing with every step as I crave dick like the insatiable bimbo I’ve become.
But even as the thought crossed my mind, I yelped as Rex’s hand came down hard on my ass with a sharp smack, jolting me back to the filthy reality of my new existence.