Part 1:

It was a Friday night, and I was playing some games online with friends. That was how I usually spent my Friday nights. I didn't really like to leave my house all that much; I didn't really care for "going out." I've been to bars and clubs and concerts, and they're fun, but I usually preferred to vegetate and game. Besides, going out costs money, money that I just didn't have.

I was sipping on a hard seltzer, I usually preferred them while at home. You could get a buzz on and not feel too guilty about the calories. Sometimes beer is too heavy, right? I wasn't really counting calories, though. I probably should have, however. I was pretty fat. I lived quite a sedentary life.

I was buzzing, playing some games with friends, and it was starting to get kinda late. It was a couple of minutes to midnight. Normally, I'd call it there, but tonight I really wanted to let off some steam, and it was the start of the weekend.

So, I got up and ran to the bathroom to take a piss. Then, I would have grabbed another hard seltzer on the way back to my computer. But while I was peeing, I suddenly got lightheaded. I heard the weirdest noise, like a woman moaning in my ears. And my body flushed. Out of nowhere I was horny, and my body felt light, and my heart started to beat ridiculously fast. My mind grew cloudy. I tried to steady myself on the sink.

I cut off my piss, and felt like I needed to get a drink of water. Was I that drunk? My head was spinning. I don't remember drinking that many seltzers, and what was this other feeling? Like pleasure, a subtle euphoria coursing through my body. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked fine, actually. Not drunk. But, man, did I feel wasted, just all of a sudden. I also felt like I was high out of my mind! I raised my hand to my neck to check my pulse, and despite feeling my heart quickly pounding in my chest, my actual heartbeat was absolutely normal and relaxed. What was happening to me, was this a stroke?

I blinked, and when I opened my eyes I was no longer staring at myself in the mirror. I had my face buried in a pillow. The woman's moans were louder, all the feelings from before became so vibrant, and so real. I felt drunk, way beyond the level I was used to. I felt high, and like my body was as light as a feather. And the euphoria was so much more powerful. I closed my eyes, I have to admit it did not feel bad at all. I felt fucking good. And I was horny as fuck.

There were more sensations, as well. I felt something inside of me, the most bizarre sensation of something pushing in and out of me, and I couldn't make sense of it, my mind was spinning with drunkenness and something else. It felt good. There were hands on me, on my hips, and somebody else was crashing into my butt with their body. Part of my mind cleared up just enough to realize the pleasure I was feeling was because this person was bumping into me. And then I realized that those woman's moans were actually coming from my own lips.

I looked up from the pillow, still lost in all the strange sensations and feelings, and realized I was not in my bathroom anymore. I knew before, but now it had really clicked. And I knew what was happening to me. With wide eyes I pulled forward on the bed, just out of the hands of the person behind me, and I felt a long cock slide out of a wet, sensitive orifice I definitely did not have moments ago. I flipped onto my back to see what was going on.

Well, while flipping, I felt these weights on my chest, rather large mounds of flesh. Tits. Big tits. My eyes went to them first, then to the man on his knees staring at me. His eyes were half closed, he was skinny with some good muscle tone, a shaved head, and covered head to toe in tattoos. He held his cock in his hand, it was at least 8 inches, flushed red, and he stroked it lazily.

He was the first to speak. "What's wrong, baby girl?"

My mind raced, and I begged for it to clear up. I was high on something, and wasted drunk, I couldn't think straight at all. "I have to go." I blurted out.

"Whaddya mean 'you have to go?' You owe me, so turn back around." He replied.

I started to crawl away, I told him, "leave me alone, I need to go."

That pissed him off.

"You owe me for the blow, all that molly, and half that handle you cleared. This is payment. A trans-act-shun. Les go, baby." He grabbed my waist and pulled me toward him.

I couldn't move my body right. Everything was spinning. I tried to tell him no, but he said nothing in return. I tried pushing him off me as he leaned over, but he brushed my hands aside. I had no strength.

He slid his penis back into my body, and a wave of pleasure spread out from between my legs. It felt so good, but so alien and different. My body was responding so positively to him, so drugged up and drunk as it was, I just stopped fighting it. He brought his hands up to my chest, massaged my large breasts, and tweaked my nipples. I lost myself in the pleasure, letting my mouth moan uncontrollably. He pushed inside of me, then shuddered. I felt something hot explode deep inside me as his cock twitched and jerked. He groaned in pleasure. My body was on a razor edge, so close to cumming, but he pulled out before letting me climax. A lazy hand of mine went between my legs, but he batted it away as his head descended.

I felt his hot breath on my pussy, then his tongue flicked my clit. His whole mouth came down and swallowed my clit, and his tongue licked and rubbed against me in such fantastic ways. I felt fingers push into my vagina, sliding in easily amongst all the juices that flowed out of it, and finally the pleasures rose and rose, then exploded. My muscles tensed, my pussy clenched, and I let out a yelp as I finally came.

He slid his fingers out and brought them up to my mouth, and I licked them without even thinking. The salty, tangy taste of cum mixed in with pussy juice did not even phase me.

I laid there breathlessly, and the man slid off the bed. He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lit one up. The smell of it sparked some desire in me. I shook my head.

I sat up on the bed, feeling my heavy tits hang off my chest. I had a slender figure, and I must have been quite short, as my feet barely brushed the floor. I had to leave. In my current completely fucked up state it was hard to focus on anything, especially with the feelings of my recent orgasm still swirling around in my mind and body. I saw a dress on the floor, a thin, revealing thing, and a bra, and a thong. I snatched them up, and with shaking knees and weak legs, and absolutely no ability to balance at all, I walked out of the room.

The man was lying against the headboard of the bed. “As much as I like seeing that ass walkin’ away from me, where you goin? Don’t you wanna hang out for a bit? I can spot you another bump, for free.”

“J-just the bathroom,” I managed to say with my girly voice.

I walked down the hall, then out into what looked like a living room. The coffee table was full of baggies filled with pills, powder, and even some jars of bud. In my addled state I wondered Who would still sell bud on the street with it being legal? I shook my head, but then had to steady myself on a counter. I looked at the kitchen and was disgusted by the mess. Pots and pans, plates and cups all strewn about, left unwashed. I wiped my runny nose, then saw a pistol just by my hand. And by the pistol was a small hand bag. It looked like a purse, so I grabbed it and rifled through it.

I found a wallet. It was empty aside from a few credit cards, but I did find an ID. Jane Rose Ackerman, 26 years old, and it was a Hawaii license. That’s whose body I was in, and probably where I was. Hawaii? There was also a phone, but it was locked by a password I did not know. Still naked, I slipped the dress on, pulled the thin little straps over my shoulder, and tucked my large breasts into the bust of the dress. I stuffed the bra and thong into the purse, then threw it over my shoulder.

I debated over taking the gun. This guy was clearly dangerous, and I did not want to fuck with him. But having protection would be nice, as I was about to head outside at night, and I had no idea where I was or what I would find outside. Clearly this guy, this drug dealer knew Jane, so if I did steal from him it might not end well, so I decided to just leave.

I quietly unlocked the front door, then slipped outside. This was not Hawaii. And I was definitely not in Seattle anymore. I looked at the rundown bungalow style houses, the orange glow in the sky, the sound of traffic, the loud, occasional bangs in the distance, the helicopters overhead, the blue street signs. This was LA. This was not a great neighborhood in LA. What the fuck?

I sat down on the front porch and looked through the bag. I found a small vape, a baggy of white powder, some pills, a condom (clearly didn’t bother to use. . . I would worry about that later), and thankfully, some car keys. I ditched the baggy and pills in the bushes, my guts spun thinking about how I “paid” for those. I grabbed the vape and sucked in, letting the vapor flow down my throat, giving it a pleasant tingle. It was minty, and something in my body bubbled up, and a subtle euphoria spread through my body. It brought clarity for a moment. I sucked on the vape again, and let the euphoria wash over me. I started to feel more awake and clear. I had to get out of here, get someplace safe. Where?

The ID had an address in Hawaii, in addition to it being a Hawaiian license. That wasn’t helpful here in LA. I pulled out the phone. It was nearly dead, but told me it was 12:34 AM. I tried to get into it again, but I didn’t know the password. There was no fingerprint reader, or Face ID, so I was out of luck. Damn. I didn't know where to go, but I knew I didn’t want to stay in this guy's house.

As if by a miracle, the phone rang. The name read “❤️❤️STEPH❤️❤️.” A friend of Janes? I did not want to answer, I wouldn’t know what to say. Do I tell her what happened to me? That I wasn’t actually Jane? Or do I pretend to be Jane?

Before I lost my chance, I answered the phone.

“Hello?”

-”Jane! Where are you? Kylie said you went over to Dan’s, what the fuck were you thinking?”

“I. . . uh, its fine. I need a ride?”

-”You too fucked up or something? Can’t you catch an Uber?”

“Um, my phone is dead. I just need a ride?”

-”You’re on your phone talking to me, you dumb bitch. God, you really are fucked up. Okay, where are you? Still at Dan’s?”



“I think so.”

-”You okay, Jane?”

“I don’t know.”

-”Shit, I’ll be right there. Don’t go anywhere, I’ll see you in twenty, okay?”

I started tearing up. There was so much going through my head and I felt like an imposter, and this Steph girl was being so nice, and I didn’t feel very good.

-”Janey, don’t cry, just breathe. You gotta stop getting so fucked up.”

“I’ll try.”

“Okay, bye, hang tight.” And the phone beeped. She hung up. Everything was hitting me all at once. Just a half hour ago I was a man, a fat thirty year old playing video games in Seattle, and now I was a busty, slender 26 year old girl, blasted out of my mind on coke, molly, alcohol, and just had sex with a disgusting, drug dealing guy with a huge cock. I was not okay. My tears turned into full blown crying. I tried to let everything out, but I also felt so sick. I could taste tequila in my mouth, and my nose hurt for some reason, my heart was beating too fast, and I just wanted to pass out. And I did.