Story Tags: [Bodyswap][Cheating][Incest]

Chapter Tags: [Handjob]

This story is being concurrently released by me, drippingink42 (Laura Rice), on other platforms as part of my Falling Heavens Erotica collection. I thought this might be of some interest to people here, let me know what you think of it!

Four Months Later

"You know, if you keep chewing like that, you're gonna run out of fingers to gnaw on before long."

Corey sheepishly looked over at Jamie, shaking her head. "Sorry, sorry. I've just been thinking about stuff."

"Stuff this, things that. Are you ever going to tell me what's up?" Corey shook her head again, offering a grin. "Ah, alright. Well, I'm here when you want to talk, ok?" Jamie turned back to her work. "At least you're not acting like some newbie to the job anymore, even if I have essentially retrained you on everything around here," she mumbled, smirking back at Corey.

Corey leaned back in her chair, giving a glance to her nails. Her chair, her nails... the last few months had been a whirlwind of small mental adjustments she'd had to make. Corey found it easier to refer to 'himself' as 'herself' now, to avoid any slip ups or mistakes with other people. It felt natural, anyway, given her anatomy and everything happening to her, given the fact she'd been a housewife for a third of a year.

"Ugh, I was going to give this to you after work, but you keep staring at your nails. Since when did you become a vain diva?"

Corey woke up out of her trance, laughing softly to Jamie. "You're just jealous," she managed between laughs.

"Hell yeah I'm jealous!" Jamie flexed, making kissy faces to no one as she posed. After a moment, she put her arms down, digging out a small card from her purse. "Anyway, here you go."

Corey took it, looking it over. "A... salon? A business card for a salon?" She gave Jamie her best exasperated look. "Are you saying I look ugly or something?"

"I'm saying, for the love of God, get someone to fix up your nails. Girl, you've had those broken things forever! So I got the ladies there to do anything you want, on my dime!"

Yeah, Corey thought. Ever since... the night. A shudder ran through her body, dark memories threatening to overwhelm her, to draw out tears and shakes. Corey forced herself to turn back to Jamie, a forced smile on her lips that didn't quite meet her eyes. "Thank you, Jamie... that's really sweet of you."

Jamie waved it off. "It's nothing. Now, did you hear about Caden?"

Corey had not, in fact, heard about Caden and how he apparently slept with Jason. Not that she particularly cared, but it had been nice staying current on the office drama. It was something Corey used to ground herself, to feel less alone and isolated. So she smiled and nodded as Jamie talked until it was time to clock out.

"So then, Ashley was saying--"

"Hey, I've got to get going," Corey said, standing up to excuse herself. "See you tomorrow?"

Still as bright and cheery as ever, Jamie bubbled off her agreement and the two gathered up their belongings and headed out the door to the building. Standing in the parking lot, Corey pulled the business card out of her purse and pondered going to the salon. She really should go and take care of herself, she reasoned, sighing softly. Her high heels clicked against the asphalt as she walked, leading her to her car. Not her mom's car, not anymore. It was hers, and after a rough time learning how to drive Corey proudly considered herself worthy of the license she had 'inherited'.

"I'll just stop by," she mumbled, driving through the town. The small suburban landscape she lived and worked in abutted against the larger city, with only the university as a buffer between the two. The university Corey had previously gone to, and presumably his girlfriend still went to. Corey sighed; not his girlfriend, not anymore.

That'd been the hardest part of the last few months, Brooke. Corey felt a yearning in his heart, a need to know she was doing ok. A need to be with her. Still, wherever Brooke was, Vanessa was likely there too, and Corey knew he couldn't bear to see them both together. The pain of them being an item when she had been effectively kicked out of the relationship? It stung, biting deep into her soul. Knowing Brooke was getting fucked had been the most painful thing Corey ever endured, worse than the assault.

She sighed, strolling into the salon as she tried to keep her head held high. Immediately, a gaggle of women swarmed around her, until one shooed the rest away. Before Corey could even realize what was happening, she was seated at a table, a mindless soap opera playing in the background while a petite woman wearing all pastel colors fussed about Corey's nails.

Corey took a glance at them. They really were rough. After months of being grown out and chewed on due to anxiety, they were rough and jagged, cutting in at strange angles and barely had any of the original color left on it. But within minutes, it was all cleaned up, tidied up a bit shorter than Corey would have cut them, but they looked nice. She let out a breath that she didn't know she'd been holding in, and looked up at the cute pastel girl again.

"So what are we doing?"

Corey blushed. She'd anticipated this question, but wasn't sure how to vocalize what she wanted. She pointed to a card that showed a lot of nail types, her bare finger tapping against the long pointed nail.

Pastel gave a light giggle, nodding. "Sure, we can do that. And color?" Again, Corey pointed to a different card. "Are you sure about that? That'll be... quite the statement." Corey blushed and looked away, nodding. "Ok then, let's do it!"

It was a fascinating process, watching her nails get made up into long pointed talons. Corey doubted she understood the steps entirely, let alone would be able to reproduce them if asked. Still, there was something hypnotically relaxing about being fussed over. When she was done, Corey was slightly upset it was over. It'd felt good to be taken care of like that. She said her goodbyes to Pastel Girl, then went up to the counter where the lady confirmed, once again, that Corey owed nothing for the day - nothing, except a promise to come back soon and not wait months again to take care of herself.

A promise that Corey easily made, before heading back out to her car. Everything felt different with nails on; it was hard to grab and be precise with everything, and all the familiarity Corey had months ago had long since gone away. Gingerly she drove, careful not to ruin the new pieces of art she was wearing. Corey made it back to the house and slipped in through the front door.

Tyler poked out of the kitchen - he'd been moved in for a while. While he never said it, Corey knew that it was because of how shaken up she'd been that night. It wasn't long before he offered, and Corey quickly agreed. Corey gave her husband a shy smile, hiding her hands behind her back.

"Hey hun," she cooed, smiling at the man before her. Tyler dropped what he was doing, rushing forward and scooping Corey up off her feet into a massive hug. Fuck, she thought, this feels so nice. A pang of guilt tried to flare up that she quickly ignored. She pulled her arms back from Tyler, running her new talons along his face.

"Oooh," he whispered, smiling at them. "What a beautiful red color you've gone for." Tyler studied Corey's face for a moment. "You haven't gotten your nails done since Corey left. Have you heard from him lately?"

Corey winced at the sound of her old name, the last vestige of her true identity. She shook her head awkwardly, and Tyler set her back on her own two feet. "No," she explained, "Jamie just got tired of looking at my broken claws, decided to treat me to new ones." Corey looked up at Tyler's face with a bit of a wicked smile. "How long do we have until dinner?"

Tyler chuckled, stroking back Corey's blonde hair behind an ear. "Long enough." He visibly trembled as Corey ran her hands over his lap. "You've got something in mind?"

"An appetizer," Corey said, the flirt clear in her voice. Tyler groaned as she sank to her knees, quickly getting to work unfastening his pants and pulling out his cock. Her mind flashed through how intimate they'd been as of late, especially since he moved in. It was like she had a hunger deep inside her that was insatiable.

Corey could feel herself drooling at the sight of the shaft bobbing in the air in front of her mouth. She licked her lips, then licked the tip of his dick. She winked at Tyler, spitting into the palm of her hand. Without a moment of hesitation, she put her hand on the length of his manhood, rubbing the saliva back and forth.

Slowly, she built up speed, using her own fluids as lube. Her other hand wasn't needed on his shaft, so instead it found its way to his balls, carefully playing with them as they tensed and twitched in her touch. Both of them quietly watched, the show made more erotic by Corey's long sensual nails that she would occasionally drag over the sensitive flesh on the underside of Tyler's cock.

A groan from above told her that Tyler was getting close. Tightening her grip, she milked his cock, pumping hard while her pointed nails danced over his balls. Tyler's breathing became harder and more labored as he strained to not orgasm within minutes of starting. Corey let out a little smirk, knowing she'd gotten good enough to draw it out of him anyway. She leaned in, flicking her tongue at his urethra, looking up at him with large doe eyes accentuated with makeup that made her eyes look bigger and more innocent.

That did it; that was enough to push Tyler over edge and into the spiraling abyss of pleasure. His eyes shut tight as he came, shooting blast after blast of cum over Corey's pristinely made up face. She jumped back in shock, still holding his dick tightly as the pressurized semen sprayed over her, covering her face and tits in the hot and sticky seed.

For a moment, Corey wasn't there in the entryway to her home, playing with her husband. Instead, she was back in her old bedroom, half hanging out the broken window, getting penetrated by her mom in her old, male body. It felt so good, so satisfying, that Corey lingered in the fantasy for a moment longer than felt appropriate. Vanessa's words echoed through her head,

I wish every girl I fuck is mine, forever. Permanently! Even you, you fucking nasty little slut!

Corey nearly came at the sound of those words in her mind, replaying the events of that night. This wasn't right though, she knew she shouldn't be giving in to these thoughts. By the sheer strength of her willpower, she dragged herself up out of the strange hallucination of past events and fantasy combined, and found herself on her knees again.

Corey blinked at Tyler, clearing her blurred vision of the mess that covered her eyes. She was still gripping tightly, and as she let go of his cock, a pathetic final gush of cum drained out of him, plopping on the floor between them. Silence, save for Tyler's ragged panting, occupied the room. Awkwardly, Corey got up to her feet again. "I'm going to go clean up," she said, trailing off. After another long moment she turned, heading to the bathroom.

Corey stared in the mirror at herself, trying to make sense of the sight that greeted her. She hadn't quite gotten used to seeing her mother in the mirror every day yet, and to see her defiled, covered in cum like this... Well, that was still just as foreign to her. Corey cleaned her face up, stripping off much of the ruined makeup by means of scrubbing and special wipes. But her chest...

Her shirt was covered, and had to go. Corey took it off, looking at herself with only a bra on. She looked better than when she first got in this body, thanks to the daily working out she'd been doing. She frowned, poking at the soft bulge of fat that seemed to still cling to her midsection. It'd been particularly stubborn in going away, but otherwise the efforts Corey had been putting in were starting to show. Her attention turned to her cleavage, as it always did when she was topless. Running across the tops of her breasts was a long, jagged scar that cut this way and that. It'd stopped its angry red glow months ago, thankfully, but now she was left with the starkly pale reminder of that night every time she was topless.

She got to work cleaning the now mostly-dried cum off her chest, scrubbing at the sins she had committed. Why did it feel so wrong, so impure to be doing stuff with Tyler? The obvious answer stared Corey in the face: they were related, even if not currently. But that didn't feel like the problem, it hadn't been a problem before. But now, every time Corey did anything sexual with Tyler, Vanessa popped up into her head. Corey's breathing grew heavy, her loins burning with need.

The two of them would fuck all night, and it still wouldn't be enough to sate her needs. She knew this in her heart. Those wishes that night had damned Corey to be unsatisfied with Tyler, and a need for Vanessa had grown in the place of anything Corey felt before for Tyler.

She shook her head. "No," she whispered, commanding all of her resolve. Stripping the rest of the way, Corey went downstairs to find Tyler. Dinner could wait. Corey needed to feel her husband inside her, to know she still loved him.