This choice: Both are hesitant for now • Go Back...Chapter #7Both are hesitant for now, much to Emma's boredom. by: Unknown "...No, I think it should be you."
Emma groaned. She was beginning to bore of Liz and Steven's pointless deliberations, each going back and forth to argue why the other should experiment with the random swap button first.
She'd blocked out their nattering a few minutes ago, instead focusing on adding her own sort of personalisation to her pilfered body. Clutching the compact from her desk, Emma held it up and admired the small alterations she'd made to Darrell's face with her personal makeup kit.
Emma hadn't done anything too drastic when touching up her new face- she only wanted to reassert some semblance of femininity, knowing that trying too hard would make it all look awfully egregious. A provocative crimson gloss had been slathered across Darrell's thick lips, making Emma look like she was preparing for a stint in drag rather than a work day. To compliment them, she'd thought to add a dash of blush, topping it off by applying a thick coat of black eyeliner surrounding her eyes.
Her eyes trickled down to Darrell's stubby fingers; them being bulky, with thin wisps of hair on the knuckles that made Emma shudder, couldn't be helped. His nails, however, were another thing. Darrell had kept good care of them, she could tell, and there was no trace that he was an avid nail-biter. An extra coat of pink polish made them all the more attractive, Emma thought, and she snickered at the thought of Darrell doing something like this in his own body.
Emma grinned as she placed the compact and down and pulled out the red button she'd stashed underneath the desk with the same hand. She took one more look at the button; it didn't look altogether spectacular, just a plain red hemisphere with a metallic gear fastened on the bottom, with distances marked on it, indicating how the range of effect could be altered.
Emma giggled at thought of either of the arguing friends ending up in new bodies. Something about picturing their confused expressions following their swaps seemed so...erotic to her, for what reason she wasn't exactly sure.
Mhmm... she groaned, her libido's sudden increase causing her hand, already pumping her fully engorged dick for the third time since she'd swapped. Emma's second hand had been under the table, stroking for a good three minutes, which meant little drips of precum had begin to squirt onto her long fingers.
This stamina is something else... she mused to herself, biting her lip as she fought off yet another urge to orgasm.
"...You seem awfully peppy for someone who may've permanently lost their body," Steven chirped, turning his focus away from Liz momentarily to address Emma. "You did, after all, say the button worked completely randomly."
Emma's new lips curled their way into a sneer, sending shivers down Liz and Steven's backs.
"Yes, indeed it does," Emma explained, holding in her urge to burst, "But if I get close enough to him and set the device to the minimum range, I'll be able to get my body back in a snap," she emphasised this with an emphatic snap of her fingers.
Directly afterwards though she sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"...Not that I'd want to though, not anytime soon anyways. That old flesh-bag has served me well but I'm ready for greener pastures."
Liz snickered. "Or, more accurately, browner pastures..."
"You f*cking slut..." Emma purred, eyeing her assistant manager (and her suddenly much more appealing bust) with vociferous intensity, "...I might just f*ck that sailor's mouth of yours if you carry on teasing me."
Liz's cheeks flushed red. "E-Emma...!"
"That's so..." Steven struggled to collect the right words. "...W-Wow, I can hardly even believe you said that."
"Neither can I," Emma giggled innocently, reclining back in her seat and closing her eyes as she felt herself creeping over the edge. "...Must be the new hormones. After all, right now, I feel like I'm going to...!"
A rapturous scream escaped Emma's lips, one that instantly made Liz and Steven step backwards away from the desk in shock. Emma felt her toes curl within her Nike trainers as the euphoria that came with orgasm engulfed her, causing her stolen penis to spasm wildly as it emptied its contents into the lining of her new boxers.
If Emma experienced any shame about creaming in her bottoms, she definitely didn't show it. Even as the dark stain radiated outwards inside her loins, she seemed wholly unperturbed, a Cheshire-like grin was evidently splayed across her face,
"...Explode."
"Bloody hell..." Steven shook his head in disbelief. "...What sort of monster did this damn device awaken inside you?"
"Oh, hush," Emma chortled, raising one of her painted nails innocently to her lips, "...Even us old girls are extremely horny, as Liz can attest to. A virgin like you couldn't even begin to understand."
Steven blushed. "Me and Carly are waiting for the right time..."
"...Or, and I'm just speculating here, she's gearing herself up to f*ck a limp-dick freak like you." Emma's laughter had lost its playful tone, a mischievous sense of malice underlying Darrell's baritone voice.
"...Alas, you're in luck! A new body could remedy that, in the space of a literal click."
"Emma, you went too far there." Liz had crossed her arms sternly. She wasn't sure what had possessed her friend but she wasn't exactly ecstatic to see this new side of Emma manifest. "Steven doesn't have to do anything he doesn'-!"
"No," Steven interjected, his expression sombre, "I've... I've seen the way Carly looks at me sometimes. Like...like she's settled for me, because I'm a nice guy. Because, at our ages, there aren't a lot of options left."
Liz placed a reassuring hand on her friend's shoulder. "Steven..."
"I... I want to try it out, at least once." He looked up to Emma, a fire burning behind his pupils. "...I want to try it so f*cking bad."
Emma smirked. She'd never seen such a determined look on Steven's face.
You carry on like this, Steven, and I may have to rub one out for the fourth time today...
"...Not the response I was expecting, but the response I wanted to hear nonetheless."
Emma chuckled and turned back around to Liz.
"How about you, Liz?" she quipped. "How's the recently divorced mother dating scene working out for you?"
Liz groaned and cupped her forehead. "...Pathetically, that's how."
She took a deep breath, one that seemed to settle at the back of her throat for a while before she slowly exhaled, and said, "...Fine. But if I get stuck with a dick, I'll be swapping back right away."
Emma shrugged, a playful smile on her painted lips. "Sounds perfectly reasonable."
With that, Emma grinned as she took the button and began to tweak the settings, cranking the dial on the side.
"Wh-What are you doing, Emma?" Steven asked, leaning closer to Emma's place behind the desk.
"Adjusting the range and the targets, Steven," Emma explained, "...It'd be awfully boring to just swap amongst ourselves."
"Voila!"
Emma placed the button on the desk triumphantly, halfway between Liz and Steven. Both parties gulped, finally realising that they'd passed a point of no return.
"Now," Emma chuckled devilishly, "...Who's next?"
Liz and Steven turned to each other, solemn expressions lashed onto either face.
"Rock-paper-scissors for it?" Liz suggested.
"Winner goes first?" Steven added, nodding timidly. Both of them readied their hands.
"Rock..."
"...Paper..."
Emma smirked deviously, a painted nail already having creeped back into the lining of Darrell's boxers, pawing the ever growing python now slithering within them.
"...Scissors," she purred quietly to herself.
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