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  “Still,” Minny said, stepping up and tugging my own dress off my body. My breasts spilled out, and she bent forward to nuzzle them and stared up at me. “We wouldn’t leave you out of the fun. We’ve all been selected for our sexual flexibility and our naturally high sex drives, which it sounds like Jeeves supercharged. Something about encouraging the men to mate as much as possible.” She pressed herself against me and started rubbing on my body, and we moaned in unison as the pleasure of her soft, firm flesh against my own hairless skin rippled throughout my form. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

  Lindsay stepped up to James and peeled his shorts off of him too, giving him a similar treatment to what Minny was giving me, and the girls slowly pulled us closer together into a leafy, comfortable spot in the glade where we could tumble onto the ground in a sexy foursome.

  The girls started giggling, and I couldn’t help but join in. James had a raging hard-on, and I’d never been more turned on in my life. I was dying for some attention, just like everyone else, and no matter how angry I was at James my need to get fucked and also to rub my body all over these sexy women was overpowering every other conscious thought. As the girls pulled us into a tangled knot of writhing, sexy flesh, I gave in to the sensations and just let myself go with it.

  Minny leaned in close and whispered to me, her hot breath on my ear lifting the hairs on the back of my neck. “Come on, you hot little thing. Let’s all get pregnant together.”

  Chapter 9

  Minny and Lindsay were quickly erasing any ability I had to have higher order thoughts, and I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy hormones but I felt like I was even hornier than when I was just with James alone. At first, Minny kept me busy while Lindsay focused on James. I saw him drop to his knees bend her down to suck his cock, but was soon distracted as the coquettish redhead pushed me back into the soft earth and parted my naked knees so that she could inspect the intimate details of my sex. Her eyes and smiled widened together as she winked at me again and breathed, “God, you’re beautiful, Lana. They really did a great job reconstructing your body. It’s a shame your preservation units failed… yours and James’s were the only ones that did.”

  That’s strange… I thought to myself, but again, all thoughts were driven away as Minny leaned in close to my sex and started lapping up the length of it with slow, long drags of her tongue. She rippled it in a way that sent convulsions of pleasure streaming through my body, teasing the sensitive, moist edges of my feminine crevices, and I moaned in delight. Minny was encouraged by my noises and grabbed my thighs with her hands, massaging my ass cheeks with her strong, soft fingers while her tongue swirled magically against my pussy. My nipples stood out straight from my breasts that wobbled in the air in time with my writhing, and I grabbed them to steady them, prompting another involuntary moan at how good that felt. How does everything feel so amazing when I’m turned on? The best part about being a woman was that every part of my body seemed to be an erogenous zone when I was into the person giving me pleasure, and Minny seemed to know exactly how to work it. I wondered how they trained these girls.

  I arched my back and felt an aching, delightful pressure begin to grow between my legs, centered on the pleasure nib at the top of my vagina where Minny was teasing me again and again with the tip of her tongue, and the sounds of her and Lindsay’s coos and giggles along with my own heaving, panting gasps of pleasure was driving me wild. When her tongue broke away from me, I nearly cried out in desperate protest, but then she spread my legs further and sidled up the length of my body to kiss me, deep and full-on, while slipping two fingers inside of me and continuing to play me like a master musician with a treasured instrument. She continued to kiss me with long, passionate kisses, and I could taste my own feminine juices on her tongue, which just made me hornier. I gripped her short red hair and pulled her closer, kissing again and again in a flurry of passionate need, and as my pleasure built I rolled my head back and moaned.

  Dimly, I realized I was being a little selfish. In the throes of my passion, I slipped a hand down to her sex and found that she was just as wet as I was.

  “Oh yes,” she murmured, her eyes widening in response to my probing fingers. “Yes, Lana, please…”

  I began to finger her as furiously as she was fingering me, stroking and plunging and teasing at her clit, wobbling the tips of my delicate fingers in intricate patterns around the edges of her sex. She moaned and sank only my hand, pushing her own fingers deeper inside of me, and sank onto my body, forcing our breasts together and pushing her hot, flat, tummy against my own. I could feel her tight, well-defined abs as clearly as I could feel her hot little heart pounding in her chest, excited by the passion of the moment, and a rushing, buzzing sensation grew in the back of my head, behind my ears, as the tension in my loins spread throughout my whole spine, shoulders, and the tops of my legs.

  Small tremors began to run up and down my legs, and my nipples were now so hard that they hurt. My breath came in short, panting gasps, and somewhere nearby I heard someone moaning in orgasmic pleasure that nearly threw me over the edge.

  “Yes, James, yes! Ahhhh,” Lindsay cried. I heard James’s heavy groan that by now I recognized as him coming, and Minny began to emit high-pitched, mewling noises in time with the stroking of my fingers—but she didn’t let up on her own attention to my pussy.

  She began to shake against my body and almost sobbed a high-pitched, satisfied whine as her free hand tightened on the back of my neck, bucking against my hand in involuntary passionate throes, and this panting heaving woman on top of me was too much for me. As the soft pads of her digits stroked me and fingered me again and again, the tremors in my legs built into a full-on, earth-shattering, body-shaking orgasm of delight, and the tension in my neck exploded in an ecstatic fireworks display of delightful release that had me jerking and writhing against Minny just as hard as she was jerking and writhing against me. We came together in a hugging, gasping mess of pleasure, and I couldn’t stop shuddering from the waves of pleasure that rolled over me again and again.

  But we weren’t done yet—James had come over to stand behind us with Lindsay in tow, both of them grinning like idiots. Lindsay had a dreamy, shivery look on her face that informed me that she was in the same place that Minny and I were (delighting in our little post-orgasmic aftershocks), and James was already hard again.

  “Your turn, Minny,” he said as Lindsay giggled. He took her while she was still on top of me, with her hand still buried in my pussy, and his thrusts forced her hot body to slide on top of me again and again, her hand slapping against the slick wetness of my still-vibrating sex. I’d found that as a woman, there was no end to the pleasure I could receive—no refractory period or anything to limit me except my own body’s soreness, and it seemed that the aliens had made it awfully hard for this body to get sore, so there was nothing I could do to fight the pleasure that began to build again (even if I had wanted to, which I didn’t—I was too far gone to care).

  James suddenly pulled Minny off of me, prompting an involuntary squeak of protest from my mouth at the interruption to my building second climax, but Lindsay slid smoothly into her position and took up where the other girl had left off. She kissed me too, with a sweeter, lighter taste than even Minny had had, and a rich, fragrant smell like exotic fruit blossoms filled my nose as her long brown hair brushed against my tits. Her hand was hot as it slipped between my wet folds, and I now had the pleasant, reassuring weight of two women on me as James fucked Minny on my legs and Lindsay fingered me and kissed me while she sat just below my pelvis. The two girls were back to back, and it was the most glorious, sweaty, writhing, sexual mess I’d ever experienced in my life. I felt like I’d died and gone to heaven, and even if I was trapped in the body of a woman, at least I was allowed to experience things like this.

  Again, the pressure built in my loins along with the tension along my shoulders, back, and neck, and I thrust my pelvis up against her hand while she manipulated me. I wa
s too lost in my own passion to return the favor this time—though I’d have to be sure to do so later—and I contented myself to grab her large, beautiful breasts. I squeezed, feeling the heavy fullness so similar to the weight that was now on my own chest, and was rewarded with a sigh of pleasure from Lindsay that made me even hornier. It was always easier to come the second time, when I was cresting second or third waves of orgasms that had already begun, and this time was no different.

  My legs shook again as another explosion of pleasure, even greater than the first, suffused my whole body in blinding, brilliant ecstasy, and I wrapped my hands through Lindsay’s hair at the back of her head, and bucked and bucked as I cried out.

  “Oh my god oh my god oh my GOD!” The pleasure was so intense that I could barely handle it, and distantly I could tell that my whining cries were getting everyone else off too as we all magnified one another’s pleasure. I heard another groan from James and Minny’s distinctive orgasmic yell as she also came a second time, and then Lindsay cradled me and stroked me gently, holding her hot, soft body against my own and cooing to me as I cooled off from the most intense orgasmic experience I’d ever had.

  I laid there in her arms, dozing off to sleep, and tried to ignore the little voice in the back of my head that screamed at me again and again that I wasn’t supposed to just lie down and accept my fate like this.

  I was James T. Mitchell… allegedly. Sort of. Only now it appeared I was going to be one of a harem of hot little space supermodels, made for the new James’s pleasure.

  As Lindsay stroked me again and again, soothing me, and the oxytocin from my orgasm flooded through my body, relaxing me and fixing me in place, melting into her arms, I wondered if this was really supposed to be my destiny… trapped in the body of a woman, forced to be pregnant and having babies with my sister-wives, while Lana ruled over us in her new body in the garden of our benefactors.

  It wasn’t awful… but it also wasn’t what I had ever wanted, and as Lindsay sent me off into a dreamy slumber, the thought that somehow Lana had actually wanted this and engineered it picked at me like annoying, stupid detail.

  My last thought as I drifted off was that I’d need to get to the bottom of this, one way or another, before Lana turned me into her simpering little harem girl permanently…

  Chapter 10

  I had passed out into a lovely, dreamy, orgasm-induced slumber after such an exhausting orgy with the newcomers Minny and Lindsay, after James (Lana in my old body) had had his way with us all, and in my dreams I was me again. The old me, with a powerful male body. I had my own harem of women and dominion of the garden to do whatever I wished, and I did exactly what the new James had been doing: fuck the women until they were all pregnant and delight in the glory of the paradise in which we found ourselves, honored and thrilled to take part in the mission I’d volunteered for. It was every man’s paradise, with no cares in the world but to play with an eager and willing stable of women who catered to his every whim. In my dream, they were all happy and willing, and I actually felt their wet, hot pussy’s convulsing around my cock, just as I’d felt a thousand times before in my old life as a man. A particularly beautiful woman touched me all over my body, caressing my rugged face and hard cock, and when she drew me down into the soft, lush grass, I fucked her until I came, my whole body shaking with the force of my orgasm.

  The power of the orgasm woke me from my sleep, and I was surprised and dismayed to find out that my dream had only been a dream, if a strange one. I was still Lana, with my soft, womanly curves, and the aftershocks of the orgasm I’d felt were female ones. I might have been a man in my dream, but I was once again all woman now that I was awake.

  I pushed myself up onto my elbows and saw that I was alone, the beautiful blue of the garden sky high above me in the secluded glade where James and the girls had had their orgy with me. I didn’t know how much time had passed, and I didn’t care. The verdant smells of paradise were all around me, and the soft earth cradled my legs like a baby’s blanket as I laid contentedly in an aura of post-orgasmic warmth and satisfaction. I stretched and yawned, and then whirled a blonde lock of curly hair around one finger, enjoying my state of relaxation.

  Then I shook my head, reviewing the prior events of the day again—how easily they’d drawn me into their sex circle, and how willingly I’d given myself over to them like some kind of weak, sex-starved woman. Damn it all to hell, I chided myself. You got suckered. You’re hornier than a teenager and it’s throwing off your focus. Even if the alien programming had forced me into the form of a sex-crazed nympho with a teenage libido and an overpowering urge to mate, and even if I was now required to think of myself as Lana and be a pregnant woman at the mercy of my male companion, I was still a military officer. I was still James T. Mitchell in my heart, even if I couldn’t think of myself that way in my head.

  I pushed myself to a seated position and tugged my dress back on, doing my best to shake off the warm, calming lull of my post-sex feelings. It was deceptively soothing—some kind of biological relaxation response to make women hold still after sex and help them to increase their odds of pregnancy. But now that my head was clearing, I was getting angry all over again. How dare Lana do this all to me? Prank or no prank, it wasn’t very funny from my point of view, and James—the James-Lana person that was piloting my male body—didn’t seem bothered in the least by this weird turn of events.

  I heard laughter and sighs, and rose to my feet to investigate. It was coming from through a thick copse of leafy bushes, and I crept silently closer to peer through the foliage without revealing myself. Through the leaves, there was another sunny clearing much like the one I had been sleeping in, and James played there with our two new female companions, happily fucking them yet again, all naked as the day we were born. They must have moved to allow me to sleep, and I was sure that James would keep at it until all three of us were pregnant, just as the mission demanded.

  He had Minny bent over a rock, just like he had taken me earlier, and Lindsay had spread her legs, holding them wide and high by her ankles. She was letting Minny eat her out while James fucked Minny from behind. All three of them were moaning and writhing with pleasure, and I wondered whether they had even stopped for a moment. James had stamina to spare, and he was using it to really enjoy himself. Our mission was definitely going to be a success at this rate.

  My earlier frustration and anger surged up in me again, even while I was jealous of how happy and calm they all seemed to be. And why shouldn’t they? This was meant to be a place where we all got everything we wanted, everything we had signed up for. The only ones who hadn’t were me and James, and he seemed to be doing just fine. Why couldn’t I adjust to my new situation and move on, enjoying the company of my hot new friends and our sexy protector?

  For some reason I still couldn’t let it go that easily. I hadn’t been born a woman, and I wasn’t ready to embrace it yet, even if I had to. Wasn’t there anything we could do about this?

  James might have chalked our switch up to an “innocent prank gone awry,” but I couldn’t help but notice how great things seemed to be for him. He got a whole harem to himself, or he did until they unthawed another man for genetic diversity, and he auto-won any disputes as the sole male. It was a pretty sweet gig, but it was supposed to be my gig. It’s not like it was bad to be in Lana’s body—not at all—but it just wasn’t what I had signed up for. I’d never wanted to be pregnant, never wanted to have lots of babies, and certainly hadn’t wanted to be a powerless member of a harem full of beautiful women who did want those things. Were we supposed to just sit around and nurse our babies together while Lana walked around in my body getting her rocks off and doing whatever she wanted to?

  It was supposed to be my paradise. I had earned it, and he hadn’t. The fading memories of my earlier dream just made it that much more bitter and harder to accept. Would I keep having dreams like that as long as it bothered me? Jeeves could probably stop them if I asked using his li
ttle mind-altering gizmo, but I didn’t want any more mucking around in my head if I could avoid it. If I opened that door, Jeeves might tell James, and who knew what the next request would be? Make me a little more pliable? A little dumber? A little happier to be a stereotypical pregnant woman in James’ fancy harem? Those seemed like requests Jeeves might be all too happy to comply with if it meant the preservation of the human species.

  A niggling doubt wormed its way into me and insistently ate at me. Being the patriarch of our species was the life I’d planned for, and the life I’d gotten by being the best soldier of my class and the brave man who had volunteered for a mission he might never wake up from. Supposedly our switch was all a coincidence, so why did it feel so much like Lana had stolen my destiny and left me to wind up as a pregnant fucktoy in someone else’s fantasy garden? I bit my lip, trying to decide what to do. Lana-James had already made it clear that he wasn’t going to talk about this with me, and he’d be even less willing to do so now that he had two hot new toys to play with (plus I was already pregnant). He could just ignore me for nine months if I pressed the issue and made things uncomfortable, and who knew how far the limits of his authority went? He might even be able to order Jeeves to isolate me from him “for my own good” until I had the baby, and I’d be powerless to stop him.

  No, what I needed to do was some stealth investigation, now, while he was distracted by the girls and thinking I was sleeping.

  I let the bushes fall gently back into place and backed away slowly, being careful not to make a noise. When I had traveled far enough back through the garden that I was on the other side of the lagoon, I called for Jeeves in a quiet voice.

  “Yes, mistress? You called? Is everything to your liking?” Jeeves now bobbled beside me in midair, happy to address my every whim… as long as those whims didn’t contradict the holy will of James.