Brenda was fighting back sobs as she shoveled another spoonful of rootbeer float ice cream into her mouth. Frozen crystals of root beer that had solidified around the ice cream melted on her tongue and she said with her mouth half full, “I like, can’t be…right?”
Andrea, the boat’s cook and bartender wiggled her own spoon in the air like she was waving a magic wand, before plunging it back into her own rootbeer float. As she did so, she said, “Addiction is a very real thing dear, believe me, I know.”
“But addicted to sex with my husband?” Brenda asked with a confused look. She knew it could be possible, and they did have a lot of sex…but the last week she’d had to go without sex with Brad had revealed how much she needed to have sex with Brad. It had started out of desperation to avoid Jim’s curse, but turned into far more. The pleasure she’d derived from it was a type of mental bandage that she’d used to cope with her situation…it had felt good, why not enjoy it? Brenda had long since accepted her new life and didn’t need the bandage anymore, but the sex had continued, if not increased.
It didn’t help that her baby bump had reached the point where it provided constant pleasurable stimulation from being pregnant thanks to original Brenda’s wishes. She was extra horny, and while Brandi was an enthusiastic and attentive partner, she missed Brad. Then Brenda frowned and turned to the beautiful twenty-something, brown-haired cook, “Wait, what do you, like, mean by ‘believe me I know?”
Andrea shrugged her shoulders, since her mouth was full of rootbeer float. Brenda waited and after a moment, Andrea said, “What do you think I mean, Ma’am?” Brenda frowned at the response. Andrea had been calling Brenda by her real name instead of the ma’am that the rest of the crew used. In the week since leaving Seattle, Andrea only used ma’am when she was being sarcastic.
Brenda glared at her for a few seconds and then she said, “Wait, do you like, remember before you became one of the crew?”
“Almost everything”, Andrea said with a shrug. “That computer voice from the boat and I had a talk a couple years ago. It knew I was pretty happy living on the boat and being a cook, and didn’t mind that I had to be a girl to do so. I mean, look at these tits!” Andrea cupped her double-D’s momentarily for emphasis. “Listen, my life was shit. I was old as fuck, I was a drunk, and I broke into people’s houses just to steal booze or money for booze. I didn’t like who I was, which is why I drank so much…and I still don’t. I haven’t had a drink or an urge to drink since I got put in this body, thanks to the boat. Anyway…once I accepted a permanent job onboard, the computer let me remember everything else…or at least the shit I want to remember and the computer dumped everything else.” Brenda blinked with surprise at the revelation, but Andrea continued. “There’s a difference between ‘enjoying something’ and ‘needing something’. You’ll know the difference when or if that need starts to affect your decision making negatively. Have you ever forgotten to pick up one of your little ones at school because you were too busy having sex?”
“No, that’s, like, stupid”, Brenda said.
“No important appointments missed or forget to feed the family, or…”, Andrea continued.
Brenda wrinkled her nose up and shook her head, “Like, no.”
Andrea wiggled her spoon at Brenda and then said, “You’re fine.”
Brenda frowned and thought about it a moment, she wasn’t entirely sure that was a legitimate diagnosis, but it did help ease some of her confusion. “Well, like, maybe.”
“...and the other thing that might cheer you up. I spent a long time under that computer’s say so and if you say Brandi doesn’t act at all like your husband, that actually says a lot. That tells me that this Brad fellow subconsciously is very eager to get back to being your husband as much as you want him to. When you turn into a crew member, the happier you are with being a girl and a crew member and all that entails…the less the computer has to tweak your personality. Take Lisa…she’s actually pretty happy with the physical changes that came with joining the crew…she was a pretty big girl when she came onboard. I think she’s about fifty-fifty staying. Her boyfriend Mark…or now girlfriend…Markie, is pretty much your standard bubbly, happy bimbo. I don’t know what the problem is honestly, they’ve been onboard for almost five years and never had to do a damn thing for what the boat pays us. They watch TV, do laundry, clean, dust and have a shitload of sex. They can go into town anytime they want as long as they’re back for their assigned duties which aren’t many and they get weekends off where they can go wherever they want when the boat is at anchor…which is always. They don’t even need to clean but weekly, so they have it pretty easy. I’m sure Lisa would stay but if Markie bolted, she probably would go with. Pfff…love.”
“...and so Lisa is like…uh…more Lisa…then, is what you’re saying?” Brenda asked.
“Yeah, exactly”, Andrea said. She saw Brenda’s glass nearly empty and she added, “you want another?”
“I probably shouldn’t”, Brenda said. She’d never gained weight thanks to original Brenda wishing, but she didn’t want to fill up.
Andrea didn’t know about Brenda’s magical fitness, and so she said, “It’s not gonna go to your hips if that’s what you’re worried about…” She paused and slid her hands across her fit, athletic curves and then grabbed her large breasts again. “...you’d be shocked how much I eat in this kitchen. The stores never run out and I never put on a pound.”
“Like, maybe that’s just the crew?” Brenda suggested.
“Yeah, maybe”, Andrea said. “...and I hear orgasms are a really good workout.”
That made Brenda laugh, and then she asked, ‘Do you and…”
Andrea cut her off and said, “No, I don’t join the Flopsy twins. I…” Andrea paused and then patted the bar with her hand, saying, “...wait here a sec.”
Brenda watched Andrea hustle out of the dining room and then she sipped down the remains of her rootbeer float. A minute later, Andrea returned with a fancy-looking wooden box. She stepped back behind the counter and fiddled with something before she proudly slapped an enormous purple dildo onto the bar…base first so that it stuck straight up in the air. It wobbled momentarily and Brenda snickered. “Oh lord”, Brenda said. The dildo had bumps along its entire length in a spiral pattern that went all the way up, and the tip had a French tickler built into it. The business end was about a foot long, and Andrea made a proud sweeping motion with her left hand like she was a hostess at a game show…while at that moment her right hand flipped the vibrator switch and it started to buzz on the bar.
“Tadaaa”, Andrea said. “Listen, I can tell you’re missing your man, and this is the next best thing. I have eight of them. I get them at this great shop in Seattle when I take days off. This is the biggest one I have…I bought it and then never got the courage to put this monster inside of me, so it’s ready to go. Why don’t you hang onto it? The batteries are fresh and the box has some lube in it.”
“I…uh…okay, like, thanks”, Brenda said. Andrea quickly flipped the vibrator back off and carefully set it into the box before handing it to Brenda. Brenda had felt a sudden wave of relief as she held onto the box. She’d spend the last several days trying to figure out how to discreetly find a sex toy shop on Maui. The only internet access she’d have would be on her phone and well, it’s not something she wanted to have start popping up as targeted ads later on.
Andrea winked and added, “Maybe give your husband’s pussy a good going over with it too while it’s there, make it memorable for him you know.”
“Can I have a BLT?” Brenda finally asked, hoping to change the subject once the conversation swung back to Brad.
Andrea winked and said, “One BLT coming right up. The tomatoes are fresh off of whatever magical place this food comes from.”
Meanwhile…
“Sharon, what the hell are you doing?” Jim asked, her hands on her hips in exactly the pose she’d seen Sharon use when scolding him. In the week since Jim had been stuck as Sharon’s twin, she’d realized that she could easily and perfectly impersonate Sharon.
Sharon rolled her eyes but remained focused on her task. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“You’re making a sand-dick”, Jim said.
“Yes, so why do you ask dumb questions dear?” Sharon said back. She carefully scraped a little more sand away from her creation. Instead of a sand castle, this was a dick made of sand that stuck up into the air like a ten inch tower. She’d tried to make it taller on her first two tries, but it started to lose stability if she went much beyond ten inches, if she kept a realistic girth as well.
Jim suddenly made a face and then said, “No, wait, you’re not suggesting.”
“Suggesting no, doing, yes”, Sharon said. She nodded with satisfaction as it looked like a pretty close approximation of Jim’s erect penis. Her thumb slid over to touch the gold ring she’d gotten from her grandmother and with her other hand she touched her sandy creation. “Freeze.”
The towering rod toppled over into the sand, having turned instantly into gold. There was a several inch long handle-like structure that had appeared under the sand as Sharon had visualized. Triumphantly, Sharon grabbed the base and hefted it up above her head. “Sharon”, Jim said nervously.
“Oof, this is heavier than I expected”, Sharon said with a groan, grabbing it with her other hand for added support.
Jim protested, “You’re not putting that in me!”
“Yes I am, don’t be such a whiny girl, it’ll be fun”, Sharon said.
Jim countered by turning and running down the beach and calling out over her shoulder, “Screw that!”
Sharon shouted, “Hey, get back here and let me put this inside your delicious pussy!” She quickly guessed she couldn’t catch up to Jim carrying a large golden dildo, so she tapped her foot on a chunk of driftwood and quickly said ‘freeze’ again…and converted the golden dildo into one made of driftwood as well. Her load greatly lightened, Sharon started to run after Jim, shouting, “It’ll be fun!”
“No!”
“Comeon!”
“No!”
Sharon chased Jim around the island twice before they finally collapsed together into the sand, both laughing hysterically. Sharon said, “At least admire the craftsmanship.”
“Driftwood? Can you imagine the splinters?” Jim said.
Sharon quickly said ‘freeze’ again and it changed back into gold. “Better?”
Jim said with a playful smile, “It’s beautiful work Sharon, but you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What’s that?” Sharon asked.
“Well, when I’m you, I have all your statue powers too…”, Jim said as she reached over and touched the golden dildo. “Freeze.”
The golden dildo crumbled back into sand in Sharon’s hands, and she protested, “Hey!”
“When you were in my body and I was in yours, it was kind of kinky to have sex with you like that, but I’m certainly not ready for sex toys”, Jim said sternly.
Sharon started to say something and then she sat up with an excited expression. “Oh!” Sharon said, waving her hands up and down excitedly and repeating, “Oh!”. She crawled to her feet, ignoring Jim’s confused questions and only saying, “I thought of something!”
Jim climbed to her feet also and made an annoyed sound as Sharon ran off towards the waterfall in the middle of the island. “Did you spend so much time as a blow up doll, you forgot you had to pee once in a while or something?” Sharon had spent almost the entire previous decade as either a blow up doll or a statue of some kind. Only since Brenda’s initial contact had Sharon returned to being a flesh and blood girl.
“No!” Sharon said. “Stay there!”
Jim groaned and sat back down.
A few minutes later, Sharon walked back down to the beach, and he looked exactly like Jim! Sharon made a flirty look on his male Jim face and said, “I said I wanted to put something inside you Jimmy honey.”
“Oh, hang on”, Jim said nervously.
“You said it was kinky having sex when we were in each other’s bodies”, Sharon said. “It’d been so long I think we both forgot that I still had your body stored if I ate a full body swap fruit.” Eating the entire fruit let the eater turn into the last person they’d swapped with. In Sharon’s case, that had been Jim. Sharon’s erection was quickly growing to full attention. “I forgot how weird and good having a boner feels.”
“But..I could get pregnant!” Jim protested.
Sharon made a tsk-ing sound and then said, “Well, that’s a risk any girl takes. C’mon, I’ll just put the tip in..”, Sharon added sarcastically. “Or, if you’re really worried, we can do this.” Sharon snapped his fingers and Jim turned into an inflatable blow up doll. “You control when I turn into a blow up doll, but it looks like when I’m you, I get to control when you do.”
Jim let out a yelp as her body suddenly turned inflatable. “Hey!”
As Jim’s mind wrestled with what Sharon was suggesting, Sharon pulled her left hand out from behind her back and produced another fruit. “You remember what this one does?”
As Jim looked at it, she said, “Isn’t that the one…”
“Yep”, Sharon interrupted. He quickly plopped it into his mouth before Jim could say anything else. In an instant, Sharon’s huge erection doubled in size! It was enormous, and Sharon’s knees wobbled briefly as he stammered, “...oh, that feels amazing.” His balls swelled proportionately.
The fruit in question doubled everything about Sharon’s dick, size, sensitivity, stamina and the amount of cum produced…perhaps more…for twenty-four hours. Jim let out a weak gasp, “Now it’s too big to ever fit! You’re bigger than Brad!”
“Not if you go pick one for yourself”, Sharon scolded. The fruit Sharon had eaten had a different effect depending on if a guy or girl ate it. The girl effect doubled the size and sensitivity of breasts, and also seemed to double the sensitivity and capacity of a pussy. “Let me make you flesh again”, Sharon said, then snapped his fingers again. Sharon knew from the expressions that Jim was making with her face that she was sold on the idea, and Jim’s nipples were starting to get erect with building arousal. Sharon wrapped both hands around his enormous dick and his knees nearly buckled from the intense pleasure. He wiggled the tip in Jim’s direction.
“Okay, okay…let me go get another fruit”, Jim said.
As Jim ran up to the waterfall to pluck one of the fruits, Sharon called after her, “...and don’t worry about getting knocked up, turning you into a blow up doll and back, reset your cycle so it’s just the right time for fun without responsibility!”
A few minutes later, Jim wobbled back down to the beach with a pair of H-cup tits bouncing on her chest. She walked carefully because the increased sensitivity of her tits and pussy were already driving her crazy. “You’re sure it’s safe?”
“Absolutely!” Sharon said confidently. “...and if you let me rock your world like I know I can, when we’re done we can use the other ripe bodyswap fruit to swap back into each other’s normal bodies. That way, when you eat a whole fruit you’ll turn back into your Jimmy self. Plus you can rock my world in just the same way I’m going to rock yours if the doubling fruit transfers.”
Jim dropped to her hands and knees and Sharon quickly moved behind her. Jim felt her nervousness build as Sharon leaned forward and put his hands on Jim’s hips for leverage. Jim playfully asked, “Just the tip, right?”
“Absolutely”, Sharon said hungrily.
Jim felt Sharon’s huge dick bump around a couple times as she was trying to navigate it successfully towards Jim’s pussy. Jim giggled and said, “...you need help?”
“Hey, ease off, I’ve only had a dick twice”, Sharon protested.
Jim’s world exploded as Sharon finally got her aim correct. She felt Sharon’s gigantic dick slide inside of her, and it felt like her insides were stretching around it. “OH SHIT!” Jim gasped as her pussy quivered with each inch Sharon plunged. He barely got halfway in before Jim had a mini orgasm. Sharon felt familiar spasms from his partner and kept pushing. Jim was unconsciously doing all the things Sharon did in bed, and so Sharon knew exactly what to do each time in response.
Sharon rocked Jim’s world…
On the boat…
“Ma’am”, Brandi said as she looked at the huge purple vibrator that buzzed in front of her face.
Brenda giggled and she said, “This isn’t nearly as big as my husband’s.”
“Yes Ma’am”, Brandi said.
“...and I want to put it inside of you, but only if you really want me to. I think it would be fun. My husband sometimes turns into one of these and I sure enjoy it when he does”, Brenda said playfully. She was trying to talk to Brad’s subconscious to convince Brandi to let her put it in her pussy. She was already going to ask Brandi to do it to her too, but Brenda wanted to make sure what the ground rules would be first.
Finally Brandi said, “Yes Ma’am, I think I would like that very much.”
Brenda let out a squeal and patted Brandi’s thigh. “Let’s, like, go out to the hot tub and totally get naked.” She’d looked at the instructions in the box and verified that the vibrator was fully waterproof and immersible.
Brandi made a very Brad-like laugh and started to slip her clothing off. Brenda followed suit and then the naked blondes ran down to the main deck holding hands…Brenda carrying the vibrator in her free hand. At the back of the boat was a large hot tub and endless pool combination. They both jumped in and then swam together and embraced. After a few minutes of kissing, they slid to the bench seating the side of the hot tub and Brandi leaned back and spread her legs.
“Here goes lover”, Brenda said as she slid the vibrator down towards Brandi’s pussy. As it dipped underwater, the surface rippled violently and water splashed the duo. Brandi nervously chewed on her lower lip as she felt the tickling tip tease her lips. Brenda wanted to go slow and careful, and make sure it would be memorable for Brad if he retained the memory. She let it buzz against her lips as she slid it up and down. Brandi moaned in response.
After several agonizing minutes of Brenda teasing Brandi’s womanhood, Brandi felt the tip slide inside of her. “Ma’am!” Brandi said with a moan. Then she followed with a satisfied “Brenda” as it started to slide inside of her. Brenda leaned in and kissed Brandi, and Brandi fondled her tits eagerly.
Soon Brandi was having an orgasm and Brenda hugged her throughout.
They switched positions once Brandi was through the afterglow and Brenda moaned contentedly as she felt welcome penetration. “Oh, Brad”, she gasped.
Looking out the window at the back deck, watching the lovers, Markie said, “Aww, how cute.”
Lisa groaned and said, “Yeah, cute, but it’s your turn to clean the hot tub when they’re done.”
“Yay!”, Markie said, clapping happily. She loved cleaning.
“Comeon you adorable idiot, let’s go take their example and fuck”, Lisa said as she grabbed Markie’s hand.
“Yay!”, Markie said happily. She loved fucking.
On the island…
Jim flexed happily, he was back in his own body…at least for twenty-four hours. Sharon had rocked his world, as promised and he was preparing to rock hers back. Jim enjoyed the familiarity of his male body and in the back of his mind, he was disturbed that it seemed to be his only temporarily. The body swap fruit seemed to reliably produce about three fruits a week. They’d tried planting more, but the only success was a small bush that only periodically created an additional fruit once every few months. That meant at best, Jim could only be himself three days a week, and would be Sharon’s twin the other four. That was also only when Jim and Sharon had access to the bushes, meaning on the remote private island. Jim had no such access when the approaching rescue finally got them off their island home. He knew he could get the wishing power back and fix everything, but it still bothered him.
“Climb up here baby”, Sharon said, patting her abdomen. Like Jim had before, she’d eaten the fruit that increased sexual attributes. Her tits were huge and sensitive and she was ready for Jim’s double-sized dick to do its dirty work.
Jim turned and started to crawl on top of Sharon. He’d picked up a few tricks being Sharon in their previous session and was looking forward to showing them off to her.
Sharon, for her part, was eager to have sex with Jim in his male body. As much as she loved her own body, especially when Jim was wearing it…she also loved feeling Jim’s dick inside of her. Jim’s dick was currently hovering near her pussy and was twenty inches long. It looked ridiculous, but she knew it was going to feel incredible.
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