Husband With Testing Device 05

Hello, everyone! It's been a long time since we've heard from these two, and frankly, between a pandemic and a couple of other hectic years, coupled with having no idea what was going to happen next, there was nothing going on for these two. **checks calendar** Holy crap, it's been over five years! I'm sorry for the delay but sometimes these things just take time. But I'm hearing from these characters again, so here's the next installment.

Again, this will probably make no sense if you haven't read previous parts of the story. There are also strong BDSM and trans themes. If that's not for you, there are lots of other stories available. I appreciate any constructive criticism, too.

The grocery store was packed with tourists. The variety of humanity on display was immense! There were people of every shape and size bustling, getting ready for their summer excursions. I had the device in my purse and that turned out to be a good thing.

There were these two kids; they had to be in their early twenties, just acting like dickheads. They were being loud, unruly, and disruptive, actively and openly making fun of people who had different body types, and they were being brazen about making fun of people who were older than they were. Jess was old enough to have a few gray hairs, and I decided I had had enough when they made a comment about it loud enough for everyone within fifty feet to hear. Fine, you arrogant little fucks! I whipped the device out and changed a few settings, grabbed Jess' hand, then pointed it at one of them and her, then zapping the other and then myself.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

The effect was immediate. I felt stronger and had more energy. I glanced at my lovely wife and was astounded. Her already-clear skin had a healthful glow that I had never witnessed. I felt that my own had that same youthful feeling. And that extended to my purloined breasts, too: my bra now felt more restrictive than anything, since my tits were so much perkier than they had been.

"What did you do?" she whispered. "I feel different."

Meanwhile the two punks had quite a bit of wind taken out of their sails. They weren't acting old, per se, but they were a lot less energetic, and one was sprouting a few gray hairs himself. They had crow's feet next to their eyes and their skin was less glowing.

"I took those two assholes down a peg, that's all," I explained. I quickly thought of something and grabbed my wallet. Sure enough, the date of birth on my driver's license had changed to about twenty years later, even though I still was the same person with the same memories. To this day I have no idea how that part worked.

"What do you mean?"

"Look," I said, holding my license up to her.

"What the...?"

"I swapped our ages with them, since they were being rude little assholes," I told her, feeling triumphant.

"I... I'm not sure that's OK," she said after a hesitant pause.

"Why not?"

"I... doesn't it seem more than a little unfair to take more than twenty years of their lives?"

She had a point. But I was feeling very annoyed, so I just dropped it, and we got back to shopping.

Looking to replenish our stocks of wine from the "girls' night" we had a few days before, I ended up in the liquor aisle. It being the middle of summer, the place was mobbed, and just when I saw a gorgeous woman who had an even perkier pair of tits than mine, some klutz jostled my elbow, and the device tumbled from my hands and clattered to the floor.

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

*ZZZZZZZZZZTTT*

I looked at Jess, sheer panic filling me. I didn't feel any different. He didn't seem any different to me. Just like always, he was about six inches taller than me.

"Are you OK, honey?" he asked me, taking my smaller hand in his.

I wasn't sure. I had no idea what had been swapped just now since when the device fired, I wasn't touching it either. "I don't know," I replied in a small, scared voice. What had just changed?!

"Let's get out of here," Jessica suggested. His tone was gentle but carried an air of authority.

I was relieved to have some guidance. For a woman like me to have a man like him around was that much less of a burden that I had to carry. Clutching his hand tightly, I replied, nearly in tears, "Yeah, OK," as he led me outside to our car.

A tiny part of me couldn't help but glance at my husband's big, heart shaped ass between his wide, masculine hips as it swayed while he strutted with confidence in his manly heels in front of me. I got a naughty thrill and felt his manly, hairless pussy start to get moist between my smooth, feminine thighs while I remembered that my girly cock was on his body.

But far more important than that was: what the FUCK had just happened and what had changed?!

Jess got the car unlocked and we got in, her in the driver's seat like usual, and me in the passenger seat.

"OK, Mitch, what's going on, honey?" he asked.

"I--I don't--I'm not sure," I answered with a sob.

"Hey, hey, I've got you," he said, taking me into his embrace.

That's when the dam broke and I just bawled as he held me for several moments while I cried myself out.

Once it had subsided, and after a decidedly unladylike honk as I blew my nose, he asked, "Can you tell me why you're so upset, babe?"

I took a very deep breath. "I saw a woman who had great tits, and I wasn't even going to swap for sure, but then somebody bumped my elbow just as I hit the button, and I heard it make three or four swaps, and I don't know what they were."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I wasn't touching it! It just fired, and since nobody was touching it, we may never know what happened!" I was getting panicky again and Jessica saw it.

"Okay, slow down, honey," he said to reassure me. "Take a deep breath or six and let's think this through. How many times did it go off?"

"Three or four, I think."

"Do you remember what you had set the controls for?" he followed up.

"I was playing with the idea of swapping my tits with this woman's because they looked fantastic, that's it. But then when someone bumped into my elbow and made me drop it, I couldn't see it and I felt a couple of the dials move a couple of clicks, so I don't know what it did!" I told him in a near-panic.

"Okay. Let's take stock. Before those idiot kids, you knew what happened with every swap, right?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"So, let's take stock. Who are you and what are you supposed to be?"

I thought for a moment. "Well, I'm still me, and I'm still your wife... is that right?"

He said, "Sounds right to me. I've always been your husband, haven't I?" Jessica asked me.

"As far as I can remember, yeah."

"And I don't dress any differently now?"

"Well, you wear pretty sexy clothes, stuff a lot of guys can't pull off, like dresses with heels, and you're the only guy I know of who wears makeup and doesn't look out of place in society wearing it," I told him, "and even though I also don't know of any guys who wear high heels like you do, I find them very attractive on you. Even if you do have my girly cock on your body right now, and I've got your very manly pussy between my legs," I continued with a grin.

I then laughed because I watched him adjust himself in his fairly tight jeans. "Yeah, that's still the case."

"And even though I don't know of any other guys who have tits like yours, I think they're super sexy," I told my husband.

He blushed a little, and then said, "Thank you, even though I don't really agree. It's always been kinda tough being a guy with this body. How about you?"

"I'm your wife, and it feels for sure like I have been for as long as we've been married. It's kind of kinky for you to have a cock being my husband while your wife's got a pussy, like I said, but that works since I'm feeling... um... very submissive right now," I admitted with a blush.

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Are you, now?"

I bit my lip. "Yes, Sir," I answered in a tiny voice, feeling my areolae crinkle around my hard nipples.

He kissed me in a very tender yet passionate way that made me melt, feeling like he was completely in control. "Are you feeling better about whatever just happened in there?" he asked.

I gulped. "I... I think so? I know it went off a few times so things are probably different, but we just covered how we both feel completely normal, right?"

"That's how it sounds to me," he said. "Do you want to leave, or do you want to go back inside and finish shopping?" Jessica asked.

"Um..." I trailed off.

He sighed. "Do you want to wait here while I finish shopping, Mitch?"

"If you don't mind...?"

Jess leaned over to kiss me again. "It's a good thing for you that you're so submissive and that you had the great idea to swap so I have your cock, otherwise I don't know if I'd be willing to take this hit," he told me with a grin.

I stuck my tongue out at him with my eyes crossed.

He laughed and got out of the car. Alone, I went over what I thought through what happened at every second. I'd always been Jess' wife, and he'd always been married to me, his wife, Mitch, right...? There was something slightly odd about that. But he'd always been half a foot taller than me, that I knew for sure. And I'd been his subby little slut in the bedroom ever since we'd bet, that was as certain as the sun coming up tomorrow morning.

But... something changed. I'd heard the device's distinctive sound clearly at least three times. Had he always been my husband? I thought back to some of the swaps I'd done so far, and if I thought really, really hard about it, I couldn't remember for certain that I was the woman that it felt like I had always been. Wasn't... wait. Didn't I remember something about swapping my skin with another woman's, and there had been something funny about it. Wasn't there?

I couldn't let that go and was so into my own thoughts that I screeched when Jess opened the door, because I didn't see her coming.

Jess, of course, being a guy, just cracked up so hard he had to lean up against the car. "Holy shit, I haven't seen you jump like that in years!" he said as he caught his breath. "I should scare you more often."

"You surprised me! I was just thinking about... stuff."

"Oh, that's very specific. What kind of stuff?" he asked.

"I still feel like there's something odd going on, but I can't quite nail it down."

He glanced at me as we pulled out of the parking lot with a lecherous grin. "Maybe we could tie it down instead."

"That's not what I meant, Jessica! You're such a guy."

"And that's why you love me, right?"

I sighed, exasperated, but willing to admit it. "That's one of the more irritating things that I do love about you, yes," I told my somewhat annoying husband. Was that right...? Husband? That nagging thought wouldn't go away.

The drive home was short and uneventful, and we unloaded the car quickly. The thought that something must be off was still nagging at me as I washed my hands at the sink in the kitchen until white hot pain blossomed on my right nipple as Jessica's strong hand gave it a savage pinch. I gasped, and felt myself immediately get wet, because the pain had such a strong wave of pleasure that went with it, a bolt of electric bliss that shot directly to my clit.

"F--fuck!" I groaned.

Suddenly his voice was right in my ear. "You seemed distracted, so I thought I might distract you myself." Another fire erupted in my left nipple as his other hand gripped it between his fingertips, and all I could do was close my eyes, throw my head back, and give out a guttural groan. I could feel his hard-on through his jeans, pressing into my ass crack. "Are you interested in playing, sexy girl?" he asked in his sexiest voice.

He knew damn well that if he opened with a salvo like that the answer was guaranteed to be a yes.

"Yes... Sir," I managed to moan as I felt my cunt get wetter by the second.

"Then go get into something you know that I like, get on the bed on your back with your hands flat on the mattress, and after that, put the blindfold on," he ordered.

"Yes, Sir," I answered once he released my nipples. They still hurt but now I was on fire and couldn't wait for him to take me and do what he wanted me to.

A few minutes later, I heard the floor creak after I'd gotten dressed in a sexy black satin bustier with garters. The cups were a couple of sizes too small and so they had a huge push-up effect on my tits. The garters held up very expensive 15 denier European stockings, and I was wearing a pair of black fuck-me pumps with a six-inch heel, just like I knew he loved to see me in. I made sure to wear the matching tiny satin G-string because I knew how much he liked to use it to gag me once I was wet enough. This was a new thing that had developed since we'd swapped his pussy and my cock, and I loved how submissive it made me felt.

"You look good enough to eat," his soft voice purred as I heard him walk into the room. I knew better than to say anything because he hadn't asked me to. All that I could do was concentrate on how much I loved knowing that my body, even with his soft pussy instead of my normal cock, turned him on.

I felt the bed shift and could detect the musky scent of his own arousal, much fainter than mine but still there, and I felt his smooth, stockinged leg brush my shoulder, followed by the wet tip of his cock on my lips. "Suck," was all that his order contained.

Oh, fuck, I loved it when he ordered me around like that! "Yes, Master," I said in my most sultry voice, then did as well as I could to please his turgid member, one that had until very recently been attached to my body. I couldn't really suck his dick as well as I would have liked, because he hadn't told me to move at all, so I could only use my neck to move around. But the groans he started making as I managed to push his foreskin back off of his head and began to suck hard on it, swirling my tongue around as I did, were worth it. I couldn't wait to feel it pounding in and out of me--it really was a novel feeling, being the one getting fucked and not the one doing the fucking since we'd swapped--but I'd take it in my mouth if that was how I was going to get it and how I was going to make him feel good.

"Fuck, you're a natural, baby," he grunted as he started to thrust into my mouth. By this point, I knew that I was just a hole to use, so I just needed to provide suction and go with it while he used my slutty mouth.

I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter the more of his precum I could taste. I squeaked then groaned right after when he grabbed a handful of my hair and just used it as a handle to manipulate my head, really making me feel like his fuckhole.

"You love it when I just fuck your mouth like this, you slutty bitch, don't you?" he growled.

All that I could do was moan as he used my mouth. My nipples were crinkled so hard that they almost hurt, and that was its own turn on that just got me wetter, hoping he'd realize that I was agreeing with him.

I inhaled in surprise when I felt his soft, manicured, manly hand invaded my tiny panties and just forced two of its fingers into me. Then I moaned, a much longer and more passionate one.

He chuckled, starting to roughly finger me as he fucked my mouth. "You're soaking wet. Just how I want you."

I gasped when he removed himself from my mouth, breathing hard from how turned on I was. All of a sudden, my left, then my right wrists were grabbed and shortly tied to the bed. That was followed by him yanking my panties off and stuffing them in my mouth, with the gusset against my tongue so there was no escaping the taste of my own arousal, before lifting and spreading my legs wide, and tying each of my ankles to my already restrained wrists. I moaned again, only able to form vowels around the underwear jammed into my mouth that tasted strongly of my borrowed pussy. I was in heaven.

"There," he pronounced. "Now I think you're ready for me, but first," he continued, pulling the cups of my bustier down, "I need to address these." With that, I almost screamed when I felt the clamps bite down on my sensitive nipples. They hurt like hell! But just like before, they also seemed to have a direct connection to my clit, and I felt another gush of arousal soak my eager twat.

"Now that that's taken care of, are you OK?"

"Mmmm-HMMM!!" I grunted, with a vigorous nod.

"Good girl," he replied, and I melted a little inside. I wanted nothing more to please him, because that's what got me off.

Jessica didn't say anything else. My sexy, big-titted husband just mounted me and sank all the way into the hilt with one smooth stroke. He leaned down, his huge breasts covering my clamped ones as he started pounding into me. "Fuck," he whispered as he kissed my neck, just rutting.

I was moaning and yelping like the bitch in heat that I was at that point, but screamed when fresh fire erupted from the dull, pleasurable ache in my nipples. My whole body tensed, of course, including my pussy, which bore down on him as hard as it could, which made him groan.

"That's right, my submissive little pain slut, take this thick cock," he taunted, which he also knew I loved. "I love how much you love it when I tie you up and take you like this, Mitch... you're such a sexy lady just taking this cock," he growled, flipping his head so that his long blonde hair wasn't in either of our faces or tickling either of our tits as he had his way with me.

Before long I could feel it building, the heat in my core, and before long, my moans increased in pitch. Then it hit me, and just before the huge orgasm took me over, Jessica gave the chain between my nipple clamps what I can only call a yank, and that sent me over the edge. My nipples burned and I think some tears leaked out as I came one of the hardest times that I can remember, my pussy fluttering around his hardness. I could feel a fresh gush of my lubricant as he just kept pounding me.

"That's right, come on my cock," he growled. "I'm not close quite yet, so I want you to come for me again."

I had no words! Of course not, he'd just fucked them out of me. All that I could do was lie there as he continued to take me, adoring how out of control I could be, and just moaning and whimpering over and over while he pounded into me over and over.

I felt it building again, and I could also feel him getting thicker inside me. Oh, god, he was going to fill me up and prove that I pleased him! That all by itself got me closer to cumming again, but it was the sounds he was making and how possessed he was making me feel, on top of his thickening length inside me that pushed me over the edge.

I screamed again around the panties stuffed in my mouth as he grunted over and over, filling me with his hot load. My body was trembling as he collapsed on top of me, panting. "Fuck, Mitch! You're so hot, baby," he said as his big tits, with a sheen of perspiration, pressed more against mine. I only groaned in agreement, feeling utterly satisfied that I'd pleased my man. I was a little bit amazed that he wasn't going soft right away the way that he normally did, but then I remembered that right before the unknown swaps, I'd switched our ages so that both of us were physically 15 or 20 years younger.

He must have been reading my mind. "Yeah, I'm not used to this, either," Jessica said, looking me in the eye as he flexed his muscles. I groaned again as his thick cock got thicker inside me. "But I think I can get used to it," he added, starting to slide in and out of me again.

My eyes rolled up into my head. It was almost too much, and he must've been feeling super sensitive, too! But before long I felt myself slipping into sub space again, just loving how good he felt sliding in and out of me and just using my helpless body to make his feel good. Also, feeling Jess' huge tits against my smaller ones never failed to make me feel so small and submissive underneath him.

This time he fucked me even harder and both of us climaxed faster. I came so hard around his pulsing cock that I couldn't breathe, just feel my body convulse with the ecstasy I felt from his soft skin against mine, his big tits rubbing against my clamped nipples, and his member filling me a second time, while I felt another gush of lubrication flood my cunt.

"Fuck!" he gasped, panting and almost collapsing on top of me. "I haven't been able to fuck like that in a long time!"

"Mmmmmmmph..." I moaned, my mouth still stuffed with my panties. I could still taste myself on them as I also tried to catch my breath.

This time, he pulled out of me, and I pouted as he left my truly well-fucked pussy. "Are you ready for me to take these off?" he asked when I could feel his hands near my clamped nipples.

I took a deep breath and nodded yes. Molten steel poured onto my right nipple, and I almost came again when Jessica's soft lips and tongue provided a wonderful counterpoint to the pain I felt. He repeated the process on my left side, and I think I had a small aftershock orgasm while I screamed into my panties.

I was breathing like I'd just run a mile as he quickly untied me, and I tried to get my body back in control. DAMN, that man fucked me well!

He was ready with a water bottle the moment he took my panties out of my mouth and untied me and took the blindfold off me as soon as I wasn't tied to the bed anymore.

"Wow," was all that I could say after I was free. I rubbed my wrists, realizing at last that I must've struggled against the bonds quite a bit as Jessica had his way with me.

"Yeah," he chuckled before giving me a deep kiss. "You're amazing."

"I can't remember the last time I got fucked so thoroughly," I admitted with a slight giggle.

"I don't think I remember fucking anyone that hard, either," he agreed. Later, I realized that of course neither of us had experienced that! He'd never been on the giving end, and I'd never been on the receiving end, either.

"Oh, dammit," I muttered, and made my way to the bathroom after slipping my heels off. I barked a laugh at the state of my hair--nothing like some JBF (just been fucked) hair, right ladies?

I relieved myself and took care of the two (two!) loads that Jess had shot deep inside me, then carefully removed my lingerie. He was already downstairs, having already gotten dressed. I'm sure that his panties had some of that mixed with some of the remnants of my lubrication in them, and I shivered at the thought with pleasure.

I got into some much comfier clothing and headed downstairs to join my husband.

"That's a very different look," Jess said with a wink. He was right: yoga pants with a tank top, coupled with fuzzy socks and my slippers.

"I know that you love how I look in that stuff but it's not exactly comfortable for just kicking it around the house, honey."

"I know. It's just the contrast is kinda funny," he said, walking to me in his most comfortable pumps that ensured that he towered over me. I kind of melted into him as his tongue invaded mine. I was so much shorter than him in his heels--he was already 5'10" and the five-inch heel made him 6'3", and I'm only 5'4"--that my chin was basically on his cleavage, not that I minded. His big boobs were one of the things that attracted me to him, even though most other guys didn't have tits like he did.

Our kiss broke. "Um... I, uh... I'd like to ask you something," I said.

"What's that?"

"Do you mind if--I just--I feel--" I couldn't seem to spit it out.

"Mitchell," Jessica said, being gentle with the way he used his manicured, masculine finger to tip my chin up so that I was looking him in his pretty green eyes. "What do you want to ask me?"

I took a deep breath. "I think I'd feel more like the woman that you married if we swapped our equipment back," I said. I had no idea how he was going to react, but I was hopeful.

And it was true. Mostly since we'd gotten home this most recently, I'd been feeling off about my body. Don't get me wrong, my body was still singing from the way that my wonderful, dominant husband had just expertly fucked me silly, but it was a little strange feeling like the woman I'd always been but with this oddly masculine, soft, hairless manhood between my legs instead of my thick, feminine womanhood. It was weird not having to adjust my sexy little panties--yes, I was dressed like a modern housewife, but I didn't own any panties that weren't sexy thongs or bikinis. No granny panties for this girl!

"Huh. You really feel that way?" Jessica asked.

"Yeah, I do. Would you mind it if we switched back, even for just a little bit? I feel a little bit off with your stuff down here."

"Okay, sure, why not? I kind of miss how it feels to have a pussy that matches my gender identity as a dude," he said. "Why don't you switch us back?"

I hadn't realized that I was holding my breath until I let it out. I strained up on my tiptoes and brought his head down for another kiss, careful to tuck his long, blonde tresses behind his ears as I did, and to not smear his lipstick as we did kiss. "I really appreciate it, thank you, Jess."

"Of course, honey. I love your body whether it's got your parts or mine," he answered with a wink.

I stuck my tongue out and went to get the device. As soon as I did, I looked at the settings, and what did you know? I had my answer. What we'd swapped at the store was staring me straight in the face.

To be continued...