The Scientist

The old scientist's lab reeked of ozone and chemicals, the kind that burned your nostrils and made your eyes water. He'd been tinkering for years, swapping traits between rats and dogs, watching them hump each other in confusion. But animals weren't enough. He needed humans. So he snatched Leroy off the alley where the big African American dealer slung his bags, large man, thick beard, tattoos snaking up his neck like vines. And Candy, the streetwalker on the corner, her voluptuous body inked and curved like a porn star's dream, tits heavy and ass round, always ready for the next john.

Leroy woke up strapped to a table, seething. "You crazy old fuck! Let me go or I'll gut you!" His voice boomed, muscles straining against the bonds. The scientist, greying hair wild, glasses perched on his nose, just chuckled. Candy was out cold next to him. "Relax, boy. You're going to be part of something revolutionary! This device is gonna swap you two. Your head on her body, but with her mind and that insatiable sex drive. You'll think you're just on the job, fucking me for a fat payday." The scientist smiled as he held out his device. Leroy spat curses, threats of violence, but the scientist flicked the switch. A hum, a flash, and Leroy's world spun.

When he came to, everything felt wrong, but right. His head was still his, beard scratching at his collarbone, but below? Soft, curvy flesh, tits bouncing free, pussy throbbing with need. Tattoos from Candy's ribs peeked out on his new skin. He blinked, but the thoughts weren't his. "Gotta work, gotta get paid," he muttered in his deep voice, standing naked, hips swaying like he'd done this a thousand times. The scientist led him to the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. Leroy pushed the old man onto the bed, climbing on top, that voluptuous body straddling him. The scientist's cock slid into the slick, tight pussy, and Leroy moaned, grinding down professionally, tits slapping against his chest with each bounce.

"Fuck yeah, daddy, you like this wet cunt?" Leroy growled, it was his voice but it was Candy's words spilling out, her nympho hunger driving him. The scientist groaned, hands gripping those wide hips, feeling the heat, the wetness coating his dick as Leroy rode him hard. Sweat beaded on the curvy body, the smell of sex filling the room, musky and raw, mixed with Candy's cheap perfume clinging to the skin. Leroy's beard bobbed with each thrust, tattoos flexing as he worked, pussy clenching around the shaft, juices dripping down onto the sheets.

But then, mid-bounce, something snapped. The mental fog lifted like a curtain ripping. Leroy's eyes widened. "What the... fuck?" He looked down in horror, seeing his own bearded face staring at massive tits jiggling, his new pussy stuffed full of dick, sliding up and down. The sensation hit him, the stretch, the fullness, the building pressure in his clit. "You sick bastard!" Rage boiled over. His hands shot to the scientist's throat, squeezing hard, as he choked the old man. The scientist gasped, face turning red, but he bucked his hips wildly, pumping faster into that stolen cunt.

Leroy's grip tightened, vision blurring, but the thrusts hit deeper, grinding against spots that made his body betray him. "No... stop... ah fuck!" A wave built, unwanted pleasure crashing through him. The scientist pounded relentlessly, feeling the pussy spasm around him. Leroy's hands shook, the orgasm ripping through, powerful and humiliating, his curvy body writhing, tits heaving, pussy gushing as he came hard, screaming in his deep voice. Stars exploded, muscles clenching, leaving him limp for a second.

The scientist shoved him off, scrambling away, lungs burning. He ran for the door, heart pounding, locking it from the outside, as Leroy collapsed in a heap, horrified and spent.