Swedish Pumps

I stumbled upon that damn device in a dusty box at a garage sale, some old guy's junk he probably didn't even know worked. It looked like a fancy remote, with buttons for "scan source," "target," and toggles for awareness levels. I figured it was a prank gadget at first, but curiosity got me. Tested it on a plant, but nothing happened until I accidentally zapped my roommate Miguel while he was crashing on the couch one night. One flash, and suddenly I had his body from the neck down, ripped abs, tan skin, and holy shit, a cock like a goddamn forearm. His head stayed the same on my old frame, but I freaked out, swapped back quick. Kept thinking about that dick (No homo) though, got major envy.

So I did what any man would do, bought myself one of those Swedish penis pumps online, the kind that promises inches if you stick with it.

Fast forward a couple weeks, and Miguel catches me in the bathroom one night, pumping away like an idiot. The guy's a Latino stud, short spiked hair, thick beard, always strutting around like he owns the place. He busts out laughing, calls me "Pump Daddy" every chance he gets. "Yo, bro, still trying to catch up to the big leagues?" he'd say, grabbing his crotch for emphasis. I gritted my teeth, but enough was enough. That device was calling my name.

Our busty MILF neighbor, Mrs. Ramirez, was outside gardening that afternoon, her massive tits straining against a yellow camisole top, ass like two pillows in those shorts, tattoos swirling down her forearms from her wild younger days. I scanned her as the source, heart pounding. Snuck back into the apartment where Miguel was passed out on the couch after a long shift, beer cans scattered. Aimed the device, hit target, and watched the magic.

His body rippled, shrinking in some places, ballooning in others. Chest swelled into those enormous tits, waist cinched, hips flared wide, legs toned and smooth. Tattoos appeared on his forearms, exactly like hers, and between his thighs, a shaved pussy formed, pink and perfect. His head stayed the same, spiked hair, beard, snoring away. I toggled awareness to "only user knows," meaning he'd think this curvy bombshell body was always his, everyone else too. I wanted to see macho Miguel navigate life with a MILF's curves, oblivious.

Took a nap in my room as well and woke up to shuffling in the living room. Door was cracked open now, but I'm sure I'd shut it earlier. I pushed it wider and there he was, half-sitting, half-standing on the red blanket covered couch, yellow spaghetti strap camisole yanked down, those massive tits spilled out, heavy and round, nipples dark and perky, jiggling with every move. He had my penis pump in hand, the clear tube end clamped right onto his new clit, pumping away like it was the most normal thing.

"Hey dude! Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," he said in his deep voice, beard scratching as he grinned. "Just thought I'd borrow your pump. Looking a little small tonight, and I got that big date with Mindy, you know, the chick from the bar? Gotta get primed."

I bit my lip hard to keep from laughing, watching this bearded Latino guy with a woman's voluptuous body, tits heaving, trying to enlarge a clit he thought was his dick. The pump sucked and released, making that little nub swell, his shaved pussy lips glistening under it. He leaned back on the couch, legs spread, the yellow top bunched up, exposing everything.

"Go for it, man," I said, voice cracking a bit. "Pump it faster, dude. Really get in there."

He nodded, cranked the handle quicker. A low moan escaped his lips. "Ah, shit... I don't think this thing works, bro!" His legs buckled, thighs quivering, those huge tits bouncing as he stifled another groan, hand still pumping. Juices started leaking from his pussy, soaking the red blanket cover, the air smelling like sweet arousal mixed with his usual cologne.

"Well, something's working," I chuckled, shifting to hide my growing hard-on. Watching him like this, clueless, body reacting like a horny MILF, was hotter than I expected. His clit throbbed under the pump, pussy clenching visibly.

He caught his breath, eyes flicking to me, beard damp with sweat. "Dude, do you mind if I finish this in my room? Kinda weird you're staring like that."

I burst out laughing. "Go for it, my man. You're the one who started out here." He was already waddling toward his door, tits swaying, pump still attached, pussy lips shiny. "Just clean it good after, yeah?" I yelled.

He waved a tattooed arm without looking back, door clicking shut. I collapsed on the couch, dick throbbing, replaying the sight. Revenge tasted sweet, but damn, I might keep him like this a while longer.