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.

New age body trafficking

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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.

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.