Is that AI?

 

I'm Mike, and the last two weeks have been a weird mix of guilt and thrill. These random naked selfies started popping up on my phone from an unknown number. No head in any of them, just this insanely sexy woman's body. Full tits with perky nipples, slim waist flaring to wide hips, shaved pussy peeking in some shots, all posed in mirrors or beds. Not complaining at first. I rubbed one out to a particularly hot one where she was spreading her legs, that slick pink slit glistening, then deleted it quick. Made sure to erase every trace after, or so I thought.

One night I forgot. My wife Jenna caught it while borrowing my phone for directions. "Who the fuck is this slut?" she screamed, shoving the screen in my face. The pic was the body bent over, ass up, pussy lips puffy and inviting. I denied everything. "Babe, I swear, I don't know her! Must be a wrong number, some prank. I've been deleting them!" All the excuses poured out, but she wasn't buying it, tears streaming as she called me a cheating bastard. We fought for hours, her yelling about trust, me begging her to believe me. Finally, she calmed enough to say, "Fine. Contact this bitch and tell her to stop. Block the number after."

I didn't want to. Those pics were my secret guilty pleasure, that perfect body fueling fantasies Jenna didn't know about. But she was right, this had to end. I racked my brain for who could be pranking me like this. Greg came to mind. That perverted bastard from college, always pulling sick jokes, sending dick pics to randoms. But no, couldn't be. He was in the hospital after a bad car wreck two weeks ago, barely survived from what I heard.

I typed: Stop sending these pictures to me. I will be blocking your number now.

About to hit block when a reply buzzed in: Don't block this number bro! Its me Greg!

My heart skipped. You bastard, I got into a massive fight with my wife coz of you!

Sorry, he replied. 

How are you anyway? Heard you barely survived.

My body got absolutely crushed bro! I was technically dead. But there was an experimental trial that got me a new one.

Confused as hell, I shot back: What do you mean?

I'll show you, he typed. 

Then an image loaded. Same sexy body as before, topless tits heaving, black pants pulled down to expose that shaved pussy, black nails holding the phone for a mirror selfie. But this time, the head was visible. Greg's. Short dark hair, beard, his goofy grin staring back above those massive jugs, necklace dangling between them.

WTFFFF, I replied. Is that AI?

Come see for yourself, but if its not AI you need to eat me out ;) 

I stared at the pic, zooming in. Those tits looked real, nipples pink and stiff, pussy lips slightly parted like in the others, a hint of wetness. My cock stirred again, traitorously, even with Greg's face there. What the actual fuck was happening? Experimental trial? Like a body swap or some sci-fi shit?

I told Jenna it was Greg pranking me with fake pics, which cooled her anger. She knew what a weirdo he was. "I'm gonna visit him at the hospital, make sure he's okay," I said. She offered to come, but I waved her off. "Nah, babe, rest up. I'll be quick." Truth was, I had to see this myself. If it was real, holy shit. If not, I'd punch the prick for the trouble.

Rushed over to the hospital, heart pounding the whole drive. Signed in, found his room. Pushed the door open, and there he was, sitting up in bed, grinning. But below the neck, that body. Tits straining a hospital gown, curves filling the sheets, black nails tapping on his phone. "Bro! You came!" Greg's voice boomed, but then he shifted, tits jiggling, and crossed his legs, pussy probably throbbing under there just like in the pics.

"Is this... real?" I stammered, staring at his beard scratching the gown's collar, the scent of hospital antiseptic mixing with a faint feminine lotion.

"Totally, man. Docs hooked me up after the crash. New body, fresh start." He pulled the gown aside a bit, flashing one tit, nipple hardening in the cool air. "Wanna touch? Feel how firm they are"

My cock twitched, mind reeling. This was Greg, but that body I'd jerked to. What the hell had they done? I backed toward the door, mumbling excuses, but couldn't bare to walk out. I turned around staring at those curves, Greg grinning there with his tit in his hand. He then changed his position and spread his legs.

"I believe you owe me something," he said as he parted his pussy lips.