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

Chapter Tags: [PIV][Pregnant][Creampie]

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!

The front door shut, and Vanessa could hear Tyler's old sneakers hitting the cement. He'd been hiding around the side of the house, waiting for the opportunity. Not that he knew Tyler would be heading out, but he had hoped something like this would happen. Vanessa had been sitting against the vinyl siding all day, having arrived before the sun was even up. Finally his waiting had paid off, and slowly he got to his feet. Only one set of footsteps, only a single car door closing. Good. Corey wasn't leaving too. This totally unplanned-plan would have fallen apart if she was leaving.

For a rare moment, Vanessa allowed himself to close his eyes, thinking of the last time he saw Corey. She lay on the floor, broken and bleeding. Used. Tears forced their way through Vanessa's scrunched up eyes. He was such a piece of shit asshole, he knew he was, and he had no right to be here anymore. Guilt and shame had kept him away from his own home, but now he had to return. His fingers danced over the package that had formed an awkward lump in his pocket. If not to make things right, then to at least do the right thing now.

Minutes later, the garage door opened, the creaks and whines of the motor struggling to pull up the large frame. "Now or never," Vanessa whispered, shaking his head. Still though, he couldn't find the resolve to stand up. It took several more minutes of further quiet reflection and wallowing in self-loathing before he finally pulled himself to his feet.

He had to do this, there was no way around it. Carefully, he crept through a neighbor's yard and then another's before cutting through back to the street. It was hard to walk nonchalantly back to his own house, as if he was passing by on the street innocently. But when he finally made it to the end of his driveway, he let out a small gasp.

There was Corey, running on the treadmill that Vanessa had bought for him years ago. Except now a heavy pair of breasts bounced on her chest, despite what looked like a sports bra underneath the large oversized t-shirt she was wearing. There was a different sort of jiggle to her ass, as though her cheeks had firmed up and stayed close to her pelvis. All over, Corey's body glistened with the sweat of her exercise. She'd clearly been working out the last few months, having obtained a better figure than Vanessa had even thought possible for his former body.

As though in a trance, Vanessa slowly walked up the driveway. Exhaustion made his gait an awkward shamble. He'd gotten no sleep the night before, and had spent much of his time running around to try and put his thoughts to rest. But now, as he nearly limped up the driveway, he wished he had a little more energy left to spare.

Especially when Corey turned her head and saw Vanessa slowly making his way up the asphalt. Vanessa could make out that she was saying something - likely cursing him out, for what he did - before untangling herself from the machine and sprinting inside. Vanessa kicked it up into high gear, managing enough of a jog that he wouldn't instantly be left behind. Corey fumbled with the door to the house, letting herself in while at the same time giving Vanessa a chance to catch up. Making it in the house, he found Corey rushing through the first floor toward the kitchen.

Without sparing a moment for hesitation, Vanessa knew what his son was planning. As a family, they had taught Corey to go for the knives in the kitchen if there was ever someone breaking into the house. Right now, Vanessa was that attacker, and Corey was prepared to give her all in this fight. Vanessa gave it his all, sprinting after his child-turned-mother and getting close enough to touch her arm at the turn into the kitchen.

Vanessa's fingers slipped off her wrist, but that was enough for Corey to spin around and plant her hands on his shoulders, giving a shove. Immediately Vanessa was off-balance, crashing back into the wall behind him. He felt confused and disoriented, unsure of what exactly happened. When had Corey gotten so strong? He eyed up the muscles that she was sporting, her t-shirt and shorts not leaving much to the imagination.

While Vanessa was still dazed and unable to fight, Corey rushed at him. Her hands immediately found their home on his shoulders, and she slammed him back against the wall again. Her hot breath washed over Vanessa's face, who managed to get his own grip on Corey's shoulders. With a grimace, the physically younger of the two struggled to overcome his opponent, and Corey found herself with her back against the top of the nearby dining room table.

"Fucking knock it off! I don't want to fight you!" Vanessa yelled, holding Corey in place while she thrashed about. There was a wild look in her eyes, a mixture of fear and adrenaline while she gasped for the air that had been knocked out of her by this latest impact. "I'm not going to do anything to you, ok? We just need to talk."

To prove his point, Vanessa released her, quickly taking a set of steps back. Corey hopped off the table, wheezing heavily while giving her mom a suspicious look. Without any warning, she surged forward and smacked Vanessa across the cheek with a deafening crack. While stumbling back, his hand shot out and grabbed hold of Corey's wrist. The pair spun on their feet, twisting about with their momentum. Vanessa managed to secure a better grip on Corey and shoved her against the wall, holding her there with his weight on her back.

"C-Can you please just listen to me?" Vanessa panted, resting his head on Corey's shoulder. He stood quietly for a moment, the sounds of their exhaustion filling the air again. Then, he realized he could hear something.

Corey was softly crying. "Di-did you come to... to u-use me a-again?"

Vanessa felt a crushing weight in his chest as he immediately let go of Corey, pulling away and staggering back against the table that just a moment earlier he had pinned her against. "No," he said, softly. "Never again, never ever again."

The guilt must've come through his voice because Corey turned her head to look at him with a bewildered expression on her face. "When I saw you..."

Vanessa slumped, his head hanging low. "I know." Corey sniffled, and Vanessa watched as Corey's feet turned to face her. Still, he kept his head down as he felt studied and observed by the person he had so greatly wronged. It was a while before Vanessa finally spoke again, though it didn't seem like Corey was in a rush to break the silence. "I'm so sorry."

Corey sighed, lifting Vanessa's chin gently. They looked at each other quietly for longer than Vanessa's breath held in her chest. Finally, Corey spoke, whispering nothing more than, "I missed you." Not an acceptance of his apology, but a confession of her own instead.

Softly smiling, Vanessa clasped her hands around Corey's own that was still on his face. "I missed you too."

Stinging pain shot through Vanessa's cheek, and he blinked rapidly trying to figure out what happened. Corey's hand was in the air, having just caused the pain. "Don't ever call me a fatherfucking slut again, got it?"

Rubbing his cheek, Vanessa grumbled softly. "I deserved that, sure."

Corey pointed a finger at Vanessa, finally stepping away. "What are you even doing here?"

"I said I wanted to talk, that's all." Vanessa sighed, pulling out the lumpy package that had weighed on him more than any scale could measure. "I... You... Take this." He set the package, still wrapped in the plastic bag he got when he bought it, on the dining room table before pushing himself off and stalking away from it.

Turning to watch Corey investigate the bagged box, Vanessa had to remind himself to breathe. Within seconds, the pink and blue box was pulled out of the bag, and Corey looked up at him confused. "A pregnancy test? But I'm not..." Her voice trailed off, the fear returning to her eyes. Immediately, her free hand came to rest on her belly, and Vanessa joined her in taking a gaze at it. It was rounded, not in any obvious way, but when compared to the rest of her lean and muscular body... Well, it made sense, in Vanessa's eyes. "No..." Corey whispered.

"Have you been nauseous lately?"

"... I've been throwing up every day."

Vanessa nodded. "Morning sickness was rough for me too, with you."

After hesitating a moment longer, Corey rushed away toward the upstairs bathroom with the pregnancy test. Vanessa slowly followed, his body aching from the exhaustion and the scuffle. He made his way after her, giving a respectful distance. The door still slammed shut, and the sound of retching filtered through it. Vanessa sighed. It was a lot to process, and a lot to handle. After a few minutes, the sounds ceased. Standing outside the bathroom, Vanessa gave a soft knock on the closed door.

"Do you want me to take this test or not?"

Vanessa grumbled and stood back against the wall opposite the bathroom door. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the soft sprinkling sounds that managed to escape the bathroom. The thought of his girl in there, exposed and checking if she was pregnant...

With a start, Vanessa forced himself to reconsider that thought. 'His girl'? Where the hell had that come from? He searched his feelings around that phrasing as though pulling on a loose thread to see where it led. Corey... was his girl, in a way. Especially if this test came back positive, but either way. They'd been together, and Vanessa was responsible for him. The same feelings that he'd felt the day before when in the middle of going at it came back to him. He had to care, had to be responsible.

A sudden crash snapped Vanessa back to reality. As though moving on instinct, he immediately checked the bathroom door, where the sound had come from. "Corey?" he called out, choking on the name. Dread filled his soul. "Corey, are you ok?"

Some muffled noises from within were the only sounds at first. "Mom..." A pitiful whimper of the name, and Vanessa was pushed into overdrive. Immediately the fatigue was gone, and he started ramming the door with his shoulder. After a couple of attempts he burst through, finding Corey curled up on the floor next to the toilet.

Next to Corey, however, were the shards of a broken mug, along with a pregnancy test. Vanessa had sprung for one of the fancy ones with a digital screen, and this one was showing a cute little animated image of a stork carrying a bundle in its beak before switching back to a text display.

+ POSITIVE +

Vanessa sank to his knees beside her son. "I... I'm so sorry... I'm here, baby..." His arms wrapped around Corey's body, which was cold to the touch.

Corey immediately clung to him, squeezing tightly. "Fuck... Why me... I can't get pregnant, I'm a guy..." She looked up at Vanessa, tears streaming down her face. "I... I thought I wasn't having periods because you're old, mom..."

Vanessa ignored the potential unintended insult, knowing full well his former body was still menstruating when he last was in it. "I know baby, I know. But it's going to be ok, we've got each other. We'll get through this." Vanessa's heart broke and he felt like he was physically dying at the sight of his girl crying and breaking down. Acting on autopilot, Vanessa leaned in, planting his lips on hers.

Corey's eyes shot wide open, and for a moment her body was deathly still. But finally Vanessa felt her body relax against him, continuing the kiss and even parting her lips. Both of their tongues glided past one another, teasing and exploring each other. Vanessa was taken with how soft and feminine Corey was, her skin gentle and smooth under his touch.

Quickly, Vanessa found his hands obstructed by his son's bra. He broke the kiss, pulling back softly. "Corey, take it off..."

Corey nodded, practically ripping off the tight fitting garment before pressing her nearly naked body against Vanessa. "I've missed you so much, mom..." she choked out, tears on the verge of falling again.

Vanessa caressed her cheek, smiling softly. "I'm here now, and I intend to take care of my girl."

Delicate, manicured hands pulled down Vanessa's running shorts, revealing a hard surprise within. His cock was already partially hard, and Corey's fingers running over it quickly made him fully erect. Vanessa let out a groan as Corey pressed her chest against his, her large bosom filling his vision. He immediately noticed the pale, jagged line that ran across the top of her breasts. Pain struck through him again, along with a quiet resolve to never hurt her again.

Then, a warm wet sensation wrapped around his cock, accompanied with a loud, satisfied moan from Corey. Vanessa's mouth opened in shock, and immediately Corey was kissing him again. "I missed you so much," she whimpered between kisses. "With Tyler, it hasn't felt right. But as soon as I saw you, I knew I needed you, and that's what scared me most." Another rough kiss was pushed onto Vanessa's lips, as Corey started bouncing on his lap. Vanessa looked into Corey's eyes, seeing a wild, nearly out of control look to them.

Vanessa twitched and writhed. After cutting things short with Noire the day before, he had been too preoccupied to go back to her, or even to have fun with Brooke - much to the poor girl's dismay. But now, with Corey being so eager, with his task of letting her know she was pregnant complete? Vanessa basked in the attention, his throbbing cock yearning to finish inside of Corey once again.

"I-I'm getting close," he groaned, running his hand through his hair. He wasn't sure when he had closed his eyes, but it was too herculean an effort to open them now. He dug his fingers into Corey's thighs, focusing on his breathing to try and hold it off.

"Cum in me, mom! Fill me with your cum!" Corey cried out. Vanessa felt his body betraying him, his loins burning as he struggled to fight off the orgasm that was coming out, whether he wanted it or not. After a moment's resistance Vanessa found the wave of pleasure too strong, too mighty to be ignored.

So he let it come, and filled his son up with his burning seed.

***

Corey's heart raced, her skin clammy with cold sweats breaking out over goosebumps that rose quickly. She felt like she was going to be sick again. She couldn't let herself be sick, though, she couldn't accept the very real possibility that her mom had knocked her up with her own former male body. The room started to spin, the movement pulsing in time with Corey's racing heart beat.

Suddenly the world around her was silent, too deathly quiet except for her ragged breath and thundering heartbeat. Reaching out, Corey's hand grabbed hold of something familiar. It was the mug that held the family's toothbrushes, but as dizziness took hold and Corey tumbled to the floor, the mug smashed beside her, letting out a deafening crash against the hard tile floor.

Almost immediately there was a knock on the door, and a deep male voice called out. "Corey? Corey, are you ok?"

The room still spun, the lights seemed too bright, and Corey hoisted herself over the edge of the toilet to throw up again. Cleaning her face, she slumped back against the wall of the bathroom. She needed her mom, the loving person who always took care of her and told her things were going to be ok. Her lips moved without her realizing it, calling out for her mom.

Vanessa burst through the door, and after taking in the scene was on his knees. "I... I'm so sorry... I'm here, baby..." That voice... Corey recognized the tone and compassion in it. It wasn't the delicate and soft voice she'd heard all her childhood, but it still had the same love and care in it.

Corey immediately latched onto the source of that voice. She needed that comfort again, even if just for a moment. The world had gotten so terrifying and overwhelming suddenly, and while she had been handling the stress of the last few months decently enough on her own, this was all too much. "Fuck... Why me... I can't get pregnant, I'm a guy. I... I thought I wasn't having periods because you're old, mom..."

Corey could feel Vanessa's body stiffen slightly, though she didn't really care. "I know baby, I know. But it's going to be ok, we've got each other. We'll get through this." Something about Vanessa's words struck Corey deep down. They did have each other. The hole, the absence, the sheer emptinessthat she'd been feeling for months now hadn't been the pain of what happened. It was the pain of missing her man. Corey cried softly at this revelation, realizing just how intimately and emotionally bonded she was to the person that was holding her.

Then, out of nowhere, a kiss against her lips. Corey startled, freezing in place. For a moment, she wondered why this was happening. The urge to fight or flee filled her mind for a second. But like a drug filling her veins, the closeness to Vanessa wore down her senses and pushed her to reciprocate the kiss.

A drug wasn't the worst comparison, Corey faintly realized. She'd been going through withdrawal without him, living a hollow life. Now, in his arms, as they made out and he touched her, she finally felt alive again. On command, Corey shed her bra - her last article of clothing - without a second thought. It felt natural - right, even - to be bare before him. He'd cover her up, he'd protect her more than clothes could.

"I've missed you so much, mom..." Corey barely found the breath to speak those words, words which only partially described the intensity of how she felt.

"I'm here now, and I intend to take care of my girl," Vanessa cooed. Corey's body twitched, her womanhood squeezing down on nothing as she felt a small orgasm ripple through her. 'My girl'? Had those simple words been enough to get her across the finish line? Corey felt lightheaded, almost disorientated enough to wonder if this was what being drunk was like. She needed more praise, more love from the man in front of her.

Before she realized what she was doing, her past cock was in her hands, and she was guiding it down into her sex. The moment she was pierced, her body lit up like fireworks exploding from deep inside her as an uncontrolled moan slipped her lips. She started to babble, confessing her love for Vanessa - and the failed attempts at romance with Tyler. Words were flowing too fast, too freely, and the only solution - the only way to shut up - that Corey could see was to jam her lips against Vanessa's again, kissing strongly and passionately.

This was the man she was meant to be with. Her head filled with all kinds of romantic notions while her pussy filled with his massive cock. Life could be amazing together, they could raise their kid together and be happy. Simply... happy. Maybe the wishes weren't a bad thing, maybe there was a way to make them work out for the best.

"I-I'm getting close."

Vanessa's words cut through the haze Corey was filled with, leaving her surprised and shocked. She stared at her lover, whose eyes were closed in passion and felt another rush of pleasure through her. Was she cumming just from taking him in, from looking over him? A weak, disapproving part of her mind blew away like ashes in the wind, leaving only the addicted woman behind to crave and desire more of him.

"Cum in me, mom! Fill me with your cum!" As if she had spoken the magic words to draw out his orgasm, immediately her pussy was flooded with the burning seed she so desperately craved, the intense pressure forcing it to fill even her deepest depths.

***

A crash, a distant way off. It sounded like it came from upstairs. Jamie wasn't familiar with the layout of the house, having only been here once, but the path to the stairs seemed familiar enough. The only other time she'd been here was a dinner that Vanessa had hosted. Honestly, Jamie remembered more about the ham than the house - it'd been that good.

But something had urged Jamie to take a drive back this way. She chalked it up to Vanessa having been acting weird at work, but something else seemed to call to her, as though she were needed. Jamie tried not to ignore those gut feelings, she often felt they made her closer connected to the universe, and to everyone in it.

Still, she'd come by the house and saw not only the garage door open, but the door to the inside of the house wide open as well. She'd called out when she poked her head in, but no one answered. She had been about to see if anyone was home again when suddenly, there was that awful crash.

Something was going on. Jamie crept her way upstairs. What did she expect to find? An intruder smashing up her friend's house? She swallowed hard; did she expect to be able to do something about that? Tension filled the air, making Jamie jump as she heard a door breaking down. She froze, halfway up the stairs.

Should she be calling the police? What if someone was hurting Vanessa, or Corey, or Tyler? Her heart leapt into her throat. No, the police would take too long, and Jamie didn't exactly trust them anyway. Voices filtered down to her, along with crying. At least whoever it was was talking. Jamie crept closer, getting just outside the bathroom door.

A door which barely hung on its hinges anymore. It had clearly been forcefully broken down. Jamie poked her head in to the door as sneakily as she could, taking in the scene. Vanessa was on the floor, something broken around her. Her son was holding her, consoling her. And they were... kissing?

Jamie had to pause, questioning her own senses. Even as they stripped each other down, exposing the other's private and sensitive regions, Jamie couldn't look away. It wasn't right, she started to think, before stopping herself. Something else was going on here.

"I've missed you so much, mom..." The words slipped from Vanessa's lips, Jamie's gut twisting again. She felt like she was going to be sick.

"I'm here now, and I intend to take care of my girl," 'Corey', or possibly 'mom', responded. Jamie was confused, trying to figure out why Vanessa was referring to Corey as though he was the mother of the two of them.

Jamie stepped into the doorway, surprised that neither of them heard her. To be fair, with 'Vanessa' facing away and 'Corey' squeezing his eyes closed, neither had seen her, and their fucking was loud, full of wet squelches and ragged panting.

"I-I'm getting close." Jamie suddenly felt very awkward, like an intruder to this moment of intimacy. Before she could leave, 'Vanessa' cried out.

"Cum in me, mom! Fill me with your cum!" Mildly horrified, Jamie watched as the pair both orgasmed, riding out their pleasure together. She took a step back, her shoe cracking one of the shards of whatever had broken as she put her weight on it.

Immediately, surely sooner than he could have finished his orgasm, 'Corey's' eyes shot open. An animalistic fury filled them, and immediately he was turning 'Vanessa' around enough to cover her with his own body. "Ja-Jamie? What the fuck are you doing here?!"

Immediately 'Vanessa' looked up at Jamie, clutching closer to 'Corey's' muscular frame. Her mouth hung open, as if she were trying to form words but couldn't. Jamie, similarly, was lost for what to say, unsure who to even look at.

'Corey' slipped out of his mother, standing naked and dripping and still erect before Jamie. "Get the fuck out of here!"

Placing a hand on his shoulder once she had stood up, 'Vanessa' whispered softly. "Just... I can explain this, Jamie." Jamie was about to ask a thousand questions when suddenly all three froze at the sound of a car door slamming shut. "Fuck," 'Vanessa' cursed. "Tyler isn't supposed to be back yet."

Jamie looked at the stairs, then back at the naked mother and son. "I... Clean yourselves up. I'll stall for you guys. But I expect that full explanation, understood?" Before she got an answer, she went off to make sure Tyler didn't come up the stairs for a while. Her head boggled; all she could think of was the scene of 'Vanessa' begging for her 'mom's' cum inside her. Jamie bit her lip, frowning. She felt drawn to come here, was this the reason why? Was she supposed to find out about the two of them? Were they doing some kind of strange role reversal roleplay? Or was something else going on? She couldn't shake the feeling that they needed help, so she swallowed her discomfort, and went downstairs.

By the time 'Corey' and 'Vanessa' had appeared - fully dressed, thankfully - Jamie had managed to invite herself to dinner. Tyler, though, lost himself mid-sentence to run over and hug his son tight. Jamie had already gathered that 'Corey' hadn't been home lately, but this grand of a show of affection? Did Tyler not know what was going on between the two of them? Clearly not.

While the pair hugged and talked and hugged some more, Jamie grabbed 'Vanessa' and tugged her to the kitchen. "What the hell is going on?" she asked in hushed tones.

'Vanessa' sighed, shaking her head. "It's a long story."

"Tell it quickly, then. You owe me for making sure you didn't get caught."

With a nod, 'Vanessa' looked up at Jamie and sighed. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn you: it's crazy." And with that, she told Jamie everything.