Alex set his heavy hiking bag with his sleeping mat rolled and strapped to the top of it down on the bed of his truck. He and his wife Margaret were going camping this weekend and they planned to have a lovely time. Margaret carried the last thing, a cooler full of drinks out to the truck. They had just purchased this land of 320 acres 6 months ago and they were finally going to be able to enjoy it. They both loved camping, hiking, fishing, anything to do with the green serenity of the great outdoors. Alex had found a trail last week that seemed to wind deep into their land. Alex was sure he’d find somewhere suitable to spend the next few nights.
Alex was happy with Margaret and Margaret was happy with Alex for the most part. He was still a fairly young age of 30 and while he wasn’t a narcissistic gym junkie he did work for a living and it earned him a hard body anyway. Alex worked hard. He was a contractor who had plenty of work in this state. Her only complaint was that Alex still had too much of his father in him and he expected some silly things of her. Meals prepared before he got home, keep the house clean, provide a place where he could leave work behind allow no domestic issues and when he made up his mind there simply was no changing it. She loved him dearly and she didn’t mind doing silly things to make him happy because she lived to make him happy. Occasionally he upset her but never for long. He was still a good man and she hoped one day he’d learn his way out of his old fashion thinking.
Alex couldn’t get enough of Margaret during the day or after the bedroom lights went out. She took care of him better than he could dream and she was beautiful. Her thighs opened to him and brought him a world of velvet euphoria that kept his eyes and hears happily at home. She was everything to him and all he would ever need. She even afforded him the occasional forceful sex he felt he needed as a man. He would take her in his strong, weathered hands the years of hammers, wood and metal had won him and turn her over and have his way with her. She never complained though she never talked about it either. He would climax and boast of his good pleasure; she would simply and silently affirm her love for him with goodnight kisses before they fell asleep. Margaret had her own twisted, secret, bashful desires but she didn’t share them. If Alex wasn’t so rough with her she’d enjoy his occasional rough forceful sex. They cranked up the truck and drove out towards the heavily wooded landscape ahead. It was going to be a weekend to be remembered.
Chapter 1: Not alone in the forest.
After 45 minutes of driving into the deep greens, browns and reds of their wooded country they had found a place just off the old road to set up their site. The road was plain and resilient. It was a long old lonely road that he knew hadn’t seen anyone for years but it was rocky enough to maintain its shape and existence. The dry old road littered with small rocks and debris taunted the forest to try to take it back and it remained. Alex had had to put the truck into 4-wheel drive. The road was old and stubborn and it would not be taken easily, by anyone. It took Alex about 20 minutes to set up their tent. There was a tent with enough room for four people and would suit them well and also hold their belongings comfortably. Alex had stacked the wood they had brought next to the tent and Alex dug a hole 2 feet deep and 3 feet wide for their fire. This was man’s country and he was playing the part well. Alex even relished the thought of taking his soft wife and ravaging her tonight under these old stars and beneath this dark sky. He would defend her from snakes, small woodland creatures and he had brought his pistol in case anything larger wandered upon them.
A set of old tired eyes watched them from a ways off through the dark overgrowth of the wood. Eyes that could see more anyone you’d ever meet. These eyes pierced his skull and traveled deep into his mind and the owner chuckled to herself as she watched him revel in his manhood and she frowned as she saw his imaginings… him taking his wife roughly and forcing his crude member into his wife’s sweet tender bum. Alex ceased to entertain her in a sharp rude way. The woman was offended. The old psychic had no name, she needed no name. Her friends did not call her by a name. The land, the animals, the trees did not call her by a name. She was older than the forest and had more secrets. Secrets the world of machines and science had long forgot. She had passed into child stories and even out of those, many long ages ago. But she was happy with such, that new shiny arrogant world left her alone. She was not immortal and did not want to unleash her wrath upon the world of petty men to endure its bigotry, prejudice and arrogant fear if she were ever discovered. She would not destroy many men to save herself and she would not be subjected to them. So, she wanted to be left alone. Ever and only the woman of the woods.
She was astonished, why would he want to do such a thing to his wife? Surely his beautiful quintessential wife didn’t enjoy this low act of lust and greed. Had he asked her for any such thing? Who procreates this way she thought to herself? Was it fortune that brought them here? What would the demigod lay upon them? Would she allow herself to remain outside of man’s existence or would she step back into the world of men, if even only a little? Her position on things took a drastic turn for the worse as he held a flashy metallic pistol in his hand. She turned to the wife and unraveled the wife’s thoughts, divided Margaret’s being and in an instant knew the woman loved her arrogant naïve husband but suffered him. She was upset with Alex and she would teach him a lesson. The watcher muttered a few words and in an ancient tongue tore their souls from their bodies. She held them hovering for some time before placing Alex into the Margaret’s soft, supple body and Margaret into Alex’s hard, tall frame. The small act of god would last for 72 hours and all things would correct themselves. The demigod, determined to not interfere any farther strode silently back into forest, deep into the rocks and hills.
Chapter 2: What happened?
Alex woke up under a dark sky; he batted his eyelids and yawned. There was something wrong with his throat that affected the sound of his voice. Filled with anxiety and sudden fear Alex almost got to his feet before falling back onto the ground. Alex lay there in horror and didn’t want to ponder what had just taken place. His hands were soft; they hurt as he landed upon them. His legs weren’t powerful anymore and hair was falling down over his face. Alex reached up to brush the hair from face and saw a small, soft delicate hand. Alex screamed as he looked down at himself and his voice wasn’t his own. But then to his relief and dismay he heard his right voice. It came from behind him. The voice, his voice said “Alex… what’s happening?” He tried to turn and clumsily rolled over to see himself sitting on their cooler, tears in fearful eyes, arms crossed trembling. “What’s happening!” the picture of him shouted louder at him with dying patience. Alex didn’t respond, Alex didn’t know. He looked down and saw large breasts underneath his wife’s cotton shirt. Breasts that caused the bra and shirt to stretch under their weight. What was happening? Alex looked down and saw tight jeans beneath a small thin waist. Jeans that contained nothing but long thin legs. Alex shrieked in fear and managed to stand up but his mind or conscious didn’t know how to maneuver the thinner, weaker, shorter body and he struggled to stay upright. The other Alex shakily stood up and walked clumsily toward him. “It’s me Margaret” the man said. The man that looked perfectly like him.
They didn’t speak for another hour, they knew no words to say and what entered their minds they didn’t want to say. Alex stood up wobbly in his new dainty frame and said “Let’s go to bed” in an annoying beautiful scared voice. He had succumbed to the silly idea that if they went to sleep and woke up, this might not have happened anymore. Alex also knew he was tired. “I don’t want to go to bed!” the other man said “What the fuck is going on!?” the man said. “What the hell did we do!?” the man said. No one who can answer that was listening or going to tell. The sun was going down on the small camp site and this magical turn of events. They unzipped the door to their tent and crawled inside.
Chapter 3: A change of Roles.
Both weary travelers were afraid and confused. They didn’t fully understand how to work their new bodies and they didn’t understand why they had new bodies to begin with. But who could you ask these questions to and who would dare to ask them? Alex began to take his wife’s small hiking boots off of his own feet and then slide the small white socks off as well. Alex used small shaky hands to unbutton the tight fitting jeans from his thin waist and began to push them down over his new round hips. He felt the tight jeans as they slid down his new body, the generous ass cheeks, the slim legs, his small pretty knees and then his lovely little feet. Alex froze in terror at his wife’s light blue silk panties on himself. Only hours ago Alex had planned on these being discarded shortly after dark but now he didn’t know what he wanted or planned. Alex took the loose fitting casual cotton shirt off over his head and long blonde hair fall upon his shoulders and upper back and he felt the warm air upon his wife’s breasts, his breasts as they hung into the soft cups his bra. He was utterly ashamed and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He met eyes with a stone silent Margaret. She was staring at him without a word or expression. Alex was in the presence of an almost naked beautiful woman but not in a way where he could enjoy her. Alex had no desire to touch or see the pink soft lips, the silky wet folds of the vagina between his own soft thighs. He had little desire at all compared to the plans he had schemed on the road today. Margaret reached out and took Alex on her large strong arms, arms thick and tanned from work, arms with a thin layer of soft sun bleached hair on them. She consoled him and assured him they would find a way out of all this that they had to be strong. Alex buried his wet face into the strong flat chest of his wife. Neither person felt like these were actions appropriate for them but something inside, a raw instinct pressed them onward and threw them over their own thresholds. Alex lifted his face from his wife’s chest and look up into the gray eyes of his strong, solid, enduring wife. His lips trembled and they were soft voluptuous lips with a light remaining layer of gloss. Margaret looked down at the woman in her arms, at her small husband and without a word or a thought pressed her new dry lips to his. Margaret exhaled softly through her nose and the warm air on Alex’s soft face and touch of lips to his own seemed all too familiar but very different to him now. His trembling, wet lips were pulled into the man’s mouth and sucked and licked. Margaret reached out with her tongue between the soft wet lips of her lover and tasted the woman. Something was driving Margaret into a passion and urgency, a building pressure that challenged restraint. A heat filled her mind and body that made her reach out and pull the small delicate woman in her arms. She was compelled to protect, to nurture, to take and in a moment her world would never be the same. She realized a growing tightness in her wrangler jeans as she felt a pleasurable, hot and tingling sensation in her crotch. Margaret had 8 inches of hot firm flesh that wanted out and wanted to be touched. She didn’t know what to do, but she didn’t feel like that mattered.
Alex felt the strong arms around his little shoulders, the large hands on his trembling body, the strong taking mouth on his vulnerable scared lips. Alex felt excitement come into him, sensitivity, a bond and a trust with this man that he felt like he should know so well. A large strong hand was placed on his ass and it groped him gently and lovingly. He couldn’t think, he didn’t want to think but he felt like he could trust these hands to move him take him and wanted to give into them. These feelings were coming from between his diaphragm and his belly, his small soft belly. Alex felt warmth on his heavy chest and between his soft, supple shy thighs and a low soft gasp escaped his red lips into the mouth of the man kissing him. The heat was inside his thin delicate panties and it ran up into him and he felt his clean, pink, fresh little bottom clench tightly. The heavy white milky breasts hanging between his thin arms were pressed against the strong flatness of the man and hardened nipples reached out and burned with a pleasurable fire as they rubbed against the soft bra carrying them. They moved separately from him, like additional articles of his body, like baggage he was carrying. They didn’t seem singular to his being. He heard a strong low masculine moan come out of the hot mouth kissing his face and a strong grip on both of his ass cheeks.
Alex opened his eyes in surprise as he was pressed backwards and down onto the soft pile of covers and sleeping bags. He saw a man who looked like himself staring down at him but the eyes were different, they were full of desire, a greedy needy hunger, a hunger that would eat him alive. His mind wasn’t ready but something else in him wanted this, it felt right to be taken, lifted, used, and set back down when she or he was done with him. Margaret whispered “Alex...” and he tried to say “Margaret” in return but it didn’t really leave his mouth that way, it just came as a sudden desperate breath. “Alex I’m sorry… I can’t help it, I want you” was spoken into his ear as the heavy man leaned down on top of his weak small female body. Dry lips kissed and bit lightly on his ear as Alex’s mind returned enough only to appeal to his wife briefly not to do this to him. Alex felt stubble rubbing his delicate face and strong arms pressing his hands to the floor. Alex was laying on his back and he raised his knees slightly alongside Margaret’s hard body laying between them. “Please Margaret, don’t do this to me” he thought he heard his wife say but he had said it. He realized one of his arms were free as he felt two large fingers enter the wet silky hole between his legs. Alex gasped and his eyes stared franticly up at nothing as Margaret groaned in a low animal way and fingered Alex’s hot, flushed red, sopping pussy. The hot pleasure running up into him before had prepared him for this. He was well lubricated and two strong 4 inch fingers reached into his silk hole. Alex gasped and said what some would think a prayer to God in the highest, but he was not a religious man. What in the bible would explain this? Alex pulled his knees up and didn’t mean to want more. Margaret bit gently and sucked his neck. Margaret tried to reach out to her husband from inside herself “Alex… please, I’m sorry…” came from her lips but she was beginning to want something she didn’t really want to do. It would forever change their relationship. Alex felt the hands leave his pussy, his small soft hands reached around the strong shoulders and back. He dug his long lady nails into his wife’s back. Alex didn’t hear the zipper, didn’t realize Margaret shifting on top of him for a few brief seconds but he knew it when 8 inches of hot thick cock was pushed past the pink wet folds of his begging vagina and stretched the wet hole around it. “Oh God!” Alex shrieked he saw a blurry figure of a man breathing heavy and hard, long strong arms above his shoulders and he felt her thighs hitting the back of his legs, he felt the dick deep inside of him. Margaret pounded his sweet pussy as she stared outward at nothing. Alex reached and up held his dear wife as his body shuddered underneath her. Margaret’s long cock felt Alex’s soft wet pussy clench down like it was closing its velvet doors forcefully before she could leave. Deep inside her, the real Margaret knew Alex was about ready to cum, Margaret knew it wasn’t typical for herself to cum so fast, so early, something extraordinary was happening inside Alex’s mind and body. Alex gasped for air and panted desperately. Margaret felt tightness in her heavy wet balls that slapped against Alex’s feminine hole between his lovely new cheeks, her toes curled inward, her legs quivered and her arms seemed to lose strength as a wave of euphoria rushed across her body. Her cock swelled with blood and filled the soft hot love passage into her husband. Margaret groaned raspy and low and she filled Alex’s sweet hole with cum. Alex was crying out with long exaggerated breaths, his face to the side with his excessive lips reaching out to nothing, he heaved underneath as he came with his new man, his wife, his sweetheart with her cock inside him. Hmmmmph… Margaret’s head hung low, her long strong arms were bent, her back was bent and rising and falling she was breathing heavily and sweat was beading on her brow and back. She was lying down on top of her husband. Alex accepted the weight on top of his small delicate frame and accepted the cock still resting inside him. It still surged softly, occasionally inside him.
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