The Family Jewels [2]
Michel Halson and his wife, Janie sit breathlessly on their living room sofa. The television is glaring and the twosome are snuggled tightly together, watching an episode of Orange is the New Black.
"Oy... that was a riot!" Michel says, in Janie's usual hermaphroditic British teenager form, "Ya really know what you're doin' with this whole role-change thing, eh? Fuckin' right, you do." Michel takes off his ring, and when he does, his hair - a black side shave recedes and changes back to its normal style,
Janie hops off the sofa and shuffles her feet playfully beneath a pink dress on the floor, "I did good, Momma? I did my very best, just like you said! I had fun, too! It makes me hungry, though," she giggles, tugging on her red pigtails.
Michel removed his ring. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he looks to his wife, Janie who is removing her silver and sapphire chandelier earrings.
Upon removing them, Janie's hair fades into its normal blonde coloring; her skin becomes fairer and she grows much taller, her curves and features returning to her. She, too is normal once again - her Brooklyn accent returning as well. She turns to her husband and smiles.
"Will we ever get used to it?" Janie asks.
"I don't know about you, but I kind of have."
"I like that we planned around our new lifestyle, though," Janie says, standing up, fluffing her blonde hair around her shoulders, "but when you get a new dress for your toddler alternative... that look we get!"
"I know! How do we explain something like this?" Michel laughs, picking up a tiny, pink dress on the floor with his toes, kicking it into the air and catching it.
"We don't. It's nobody else's business."
"True. Still, our friends see us buying these baby clothes and then ask us if we're expecting..."
Janie picks up punk-style clothing from the floor, a miniskirt and halter top, tossing them in a laundry basket near their new dresser, filled with clothing to fit their new forms.
"Just tell them they're for a friend, or order them online."
"I suppose we could do that," Michel says, tossing his dress into the basket, but missing, "Ah, damn. So close."
Janie bends over to pick it up, her ass plump and curvaceous, and a slight peek of her slit flashes through her thighs, gapped slightly.
"You know... it's been a while since we've made love normally. Every time I see your amazing body... I just miss it. I miss what you feel like."
"Michel..." Janie giggles, blushing.
"It's true. If I weren't exhausted right now, I'd probably wreck you."
"Michie, stop it..." Janie giggles again, smiling and biting her lip, sitting at the edge of the bed, laying back and cuddling her husband, "I miss it too. Just, something about this new thing... I'm not sure how it happens but... it's exciting!"
"It is. But, so long as it's still with you, I'm happy to make you happy, babe," Michel says, leaning over and kissing Janie on the lips.
They close their eyes and fall asleep, nude but satisfied, their bodies throbbing from their fun.
Michel wakes up alone in his bed to the loud, rather irritating beat of a rap or hip-hop song. Getting out of bed, he rubs his eyes. Noticing he's still naked, he grabs a pair of boxer briefs from his dresser drawer and slips them on.
Following the sound of the beats, Michel makes his way to the living room. Janie is sitting on the sofa watching a music video: Anaconda by Nicki Minaj.
"God, what is that sound?" Michel scoffs, laughing a little, "It's horrible!"
"Oh shut up!" Janie smirks, "It's Nicki Minaj's Anaconda video. Never saw it before so I thought I'd give it a listen."
"Yeah... you just want to see her ass," Michel jokes, laughing as he receives a playful shove from Janie.
"Well... maybe a little," Janie giggles.
"I wonder if I could change into something like that the next time we play around..."
"I don't know if we can pick what we change into."
"We could always try, you know," Michel says.
"True. Okay, we'll try it next time. You try being something like this, and... I'll try... something like..." Janie pauses, going to Google Images and doing a search for random, popular internet things.
"I'll try turning into this if you can turn into some booty-licious ghetto girl," Janie snickers, showing Michel a picture of an anthropomorphic cheetah with human-like breasts, her vagina hidden by her long, cheetah tail. Her eyes and hands were like a human's, save the anatomy, she looked very human.
"You're going to try and change into a furry?" Michel asks, "That'd be interesting, though."
"So it's a deal, then?" Janie asks, closing her laptop.
"You got it. I... guess I'll go work on that."
In his bedroom, alone, Michel stares down at his sapphire and silver ring.
"Okay... um, maybe if I picture it?" Michel closes his eyes and imagines himself as African American woman, curvy and sassy. Long black hair and gorgeous brown eyes. For the fun of it, Michel imagines a large, plump rear end popping out of short leather shorts and a black crew-cut halter top and white and grey Reebok sneakers. I need a huge chest, maybe a D or E cup... and... shaven. I need to be shaven. Let's see if that works...
Michel slips on his ring and closes his eyes. Nothing happens. Not even toddler form. That's right... I need to be horny for anything to happen while I wear it.
Michel leaves his bedroom and finds Janie at her laptop again, but this time at the dining room table, watching the same music video.
"I uh... Sorry. Real, quick," Michel says, turning the laptop in his direction and visiting RedTube, looking for Ebony porn, "It's just... uh... you know..."
"I was watching that!"
"Really quick. Ah, here we go."
Michel plays a video of an ebony woman being eaten out by an Asian woman. There's a faint hint of hip-hop in the background, and the women are moaning over the beats. Ooh, this'll do nicely. Without his ring on, Michel feels his pants tightening.
Janie looks over his shoulder, "You wanted my laptop for porn?!"
"It's... how the ring works, okay? I have to be turned on. I figured if I watch something with a colored woman in it... it'd maybe get to my head and change me into that..."
"Still... use your own computer!" Janie scoffs, taking her laptop back and closing it.
Michel sits at his office desk, looking up many varieties of ebony porn. His erection begins throbbing and starts to ache. He undoes his pants and sets his shaft free, trying his hardest not to touch himself.
"Okay... focus. Black woman... busty, a ghetto booty... tight, tight pussy, shaven, and young. Maybe... twenty two. Maybe a rap-video looking girl," Michel mumbles to himself. He gets the image in his head and slips on his ring.
His skin begins to turn golden, then cocoa, then a dark, rich brown. His hair grew longer and became coarse, somehow tying itself into cornrows from the length of his shoulder blades to his scalp.
His body became thinner and curvier, much like his wife's body, only darker with larger breasts and much larger rear end.
His nails, much longer now, become bright red with shining, glittery polish. His eyelids are covered in a vivid, metallic purple eye shadow, and his eyeliner is severe - ending in a wing. Even Michel's eyebrows are penciled in and look obviously drawn in.
Michel gives his new ghetto-booty a quick few slaps, watching it bounce firmly in his tight skirt. "Damn! Dat shit was fast!" Ooh, definitely a more "gangsta" kind of accent, ha-ha! This is going to be interesting. "Ooh, gurr! Look at dis tight ass!" Michel says, facing his wife's vanity mirror, backing up to see a better view of his body.
"Shit, boo-boo! Dat ass! My tits be lookin' purdy fresh, too! I'm gon' get me a better look at dis body, gurr!"
Michel trots off to the bathroom, using the mirror behind the door. What he sees is a complete transformation. No traces of a redheaded girl or even a grown man. His face, his body, even his speech, were completely new.
In the mirror, Michel could see that his large, curvy hips were being hugged by a tight black leather miniskirt. His bellybutton was pierced with a playboy bunny logo barbell, and higher up, his large breasts were just barely peeking out from under a dancer's hip-hop style halter top, looking almost like a sports bra. His shoes were not shoes, but stiletto boots with six inch heels. His ears were pieced twice each, and his left nostril, once.
Curiosity engulfs Michel as he begins feeling over his large, massive breasts, feeling a hardened nipple through his tiny shirt.
"Ooh, baby... I'm gon' have to take care of dis."
Giving himself a small strip show, Michel dances slowly in the mirror, stripping off his clothing and letting them drop to the floor.
"Mm-hmm... work dat shit, gurr!" Michel says to himself, getting on his knees and arching his back, running his hands slowly down his body and over his shaven slit. He inserts a finger and begins rubbing his clit, spreading his labia open and looking at the inside.
"Still pink, baby! And tight, too. Ha-ha! Fuck... dis pussy be poppin'! Mmm," he says, rubbing his clitoris in circles, inserting two fingers inside himself, covering them in his fluids. He rubs faster, moaning and licking his juicy fingers and inserting them again, stroking his vagina walls as he watches himself masturbate.
He removes his hand, and while rubbing his clit, he rubs his juices over his plump, erect tits, pinching lightly and exciting his body even more, sending more moans into the air, the sounds of his pussy's wetness along with them.
"Oh shit... fuck, I'm gonna cum!" This is so exotic! It's pretty hot... this body is so, so fine! I'll bet I can make this one squirt... agh, fuck... I'm getting closer...
_ _ Michel rubs his pussy harder, faster, sitting up on his knees and rubbing his tits harder, and soon, he feels his body pulling and convulsing, and shortly after, with a release of a loud, fierce moan, the floor and his knees become soaked with juices.
"Da-a-a-amn! I'm still lookin' fine as fuck! Where's my bitch at? She gon' have to see dis!" Michel gets up, still dripping from his orgasm. He trots out of the bathroom and into the dining room where his wife is sitting on the dining room table, except she is not herself.
She's an exact image of the anthropomorphic cheetah she looked up earlier, complete with breasts, tail, ears, and of course her vagina, which she is brazenly rubbing, spreading open and stroking.
"Damn, gurr... you lookin' pretty tight, boo!" Michel says, leaning on his hip, "A pussy strokin' some pussy. Now dat's somethin' I ain't see'in every day!"
Janie smiles and purrs, "Well... maybe if you come over here... I'll let you do much more than see it."
"Yeah, now dat's what I'm talkin' about. Let's see dat pussy, baby!" Michel slinks over to the cat on his table and gets on his knees, "Open dat up nice, gurr, we 'bout to make you feel real good."
Janie places a paw on her chest, feeling her breasts and purring in pleasure as Michel inserts a long nail and finger into Janie's wet, hot slit.
Janie begins to moan and growl, purring and arching her back, "Ooh, that feels sooo nice!"
"I bet'chu it tastes real nice, too, baby!" Michel laughs, sticking out his tongue and not hesitating to make a broad, slow lick from the inside of Janie's entrance up to her clit, making Janie release a small, rumbling roar in pleasure.
"Oh... don't stop... please!" Janie begs, "faster..."
"Lay back, kitty cat. We gon' make this interesting."
Michel and Janie take the sixty-nine position, fingering each other and eating each other out. Muffled moans and wet licking sounds fill the room.
"Mmm, you're so sweet... you taste so good," Janie says, purring and moaning, giving Michel's plump ass a quick slap, making him jump and moan a little before inserting a finger and watching the dark, chocolate colored pussy drip juices onto her lips. She grabs ahold of Michel's whole ass and kneads as she licks firmly, her rough tongue lapping and digging effortlessly into Michel's ebony entrance.
"I always did like me some cheetah print, baby! Gurr, you so fucking tight! Give my ass another good slap! I wanna feel dat pussy bounce! Ha-ha!"
Janie does as she's told and slaps his ass again, Michel's pussy bouncing along with it. Michel's getting really good at this. I feel calm in this body, but he's so eccentric. It's such a turn-on!
The licking starts to get faster and harder; Janie starts bucking her hips slowly, purring that she is about to cum. Her juices seep through her fur and onto Michel's full, red lips.
"Mmm, baby, you tastin' so fine! Your pussy's hella tight. We oughta loosen dat shit up," Michel said, inserting three fingers into Janie's tight cheetah slit.
"O-oh! It's... i-it feels... oh that's... amazing!" Janie continues licking at Michel's slit and he begins to sway his hips.
"I'm gonna cum real soon... oh, keep doin' dat... agh... yeah! Mmm, you like eatin' pussy, don't you? Eat dat shit up, baby..." Michel moans, returning to eating out his wife, licking and suckling on her clitoris as Janie does the same.
Without warning, Janie cums, her juices flowing to her tail hole and her clitoris throbbing. Michel licks it up and slowly, carefully licks around Janie's clit. She cums again, this time, dry - her pussy keeps throbbing, tightening over Michel's tongue as she keeps licking.
Michel sits up, straddled over Janie's face, riding her tongue and moaning, feeling his nipples.
"I'm almost there! Keep lickin' baby... Mmm faster... eat harder, baby. I wanna feel dem teeth!"
Janie sucks on Michel's labia, her long, rough, flat tongue slurping around Michel's clitoris, once in a while, quickly penetrating him and starting a brief cum flow.
"Oh... shit! I'm about...to... I'm gonna... aagh!" Michel cums hard, covering Janie's fur in his hot juices. Janie continues licking as Michel squirts, her tongue sliding in and out with so much more ease.
Janie, like a mother cat, licks Michel's skin until he's dry. Licking around his thighs and around his labia, and especially inside, Michel becomes clean and dry, while Janie's fur is soaked.
Michel gets off Janie's face and off the table, taking a set on one of the dining room chairs, slouching back and panting, "Damn, bitch... you good at dis... we gon' have to play more often, ha-ha!"
Janie licks her paw and cleans her face, sitting up and rolling over to her belly, facing Michel.
"I do like pleasing you, Dear," Janie purrs, "I wouldn't mind playing with you again. And... I agree with you. You look simply excellent in my fur..."
"Ha-ha...yeah gurr. You fine, Janie, real fine."
Janie purrs, flattening her ears and swishing her tail slowly as Michel sits back in the chair, closer to the table, petting his wife's fur. They sigh, smiling at each other and laughing a little.
Janie gives Michel a little wink as she watches him take off the ring, slowly changing back into himself.
"You know," Michel says, "I always did see myself as a cat person. I could get used to that form."
"Ah... what fine taste, Michel," Janie purrs, sitting up and taking off her earrings, slowly changing back to normal, sitting on the table, nude from head to toe.
Janie and Michel look at each other's eyes, not quite sure what their relationship has become. They knew one thing for certain - they had no interest in any other jewelry.