The Switching Rings Ch. 01bySwilly©
Part One. The Beginning.
The two lovers gathered their belongings after clearing security at the airport. This was the beginning of their journey to Barbados for a ten day excursion that would change their lives in ways they never could have imagined. They made their way over to the gate to wait for boarding. Along the way, they ignored the stares and furtive glances that always came when they were together.
It seems most people had difficulty understanding how these two people were together. They were visual polar opposites in every way. Bill was a tall, handsome, muscular and athletic man that could bag any woman he wanted. Jenn, while being very beautiful, was relatively short and quite fat, tipping the scales at around three hundred pounds. The fat on her body was evenly distributed, including her massive tits that he could not get enough of. If asked, the two of them would explain that it was these very differences in them that provided the attraction that consumed them to the degree it had. He was all male, built for performance. She was all female, and built for sex. Her body could take the kind of punishment that he could and did dish out during sex, and come back for more. They had fallen in love long before they ever met each other, participating in online discussions and emails. The sexual attraction was an unexpected joy neither of them had anticipated. It was sex that fiercely drove the two of them. While they would have the occasional quickie, sex for them was nearly always a marathon, and it happened frequently. They would actually have to force themselves to take a break and go out to do something, all the while waiting impatiently to get back home and fuck again. He tended toward being a dominant, and she had a submissive streak that ran through her. It was as if they were quite literally made for each other.
They boarded the plane and settled into their first class seats, getting comfortable for the ride. He owned a very successful software business, and only traveled first class. This made flying much more comfortable for her. Her size had always made flying an ordeal for her while she was packed into a too small coach seat. She now actually rather enjoyed it, and traveling has become a passion of hers as well as his. He loved writing code and was better at it than nearly anyone else in the world. He left the day to day operations of the business to professionals. This allowed him to do what he loved, and gave him plenty of free time to pursue other interests. Shortly after moving in with him, she had quit her job in retail and became quite literally a kept woman. They were both insanely happy with their lives and with each other.
A few hours later, he guided their rental car through the gates of the beachfront resort, anxious to get to their cottage and get comfortable. He was anticipating spending some time on the beach and an afternoon of sex. She, on the other hand, had made an afternoon appointment for them to visit with a psychic. This had become a bit of a pastime for her. She didn't really believe all of it, but she did find it to be an amusing activity. He went along with her on occasion, but did not find it quite as amusing as she did.
When they got to their cottage, he voiced his displeasure with her afternoon choice, and told her that she would be disciplined accordingly. This was a running gag between them, because she loved being disciplined by him, and frequently misbehaved so that she would be. Today, he decided, she would spend the day with her cunt filled with one of their favorite toys, balls on a string. With these inserted, it was impossible for her to not become aroused as she moved about during the day. She smiled at the thought, but frowned when he informed her of the rest. She would not be permitted to cum until the next morning after breakfast. He, however, would cum. She would be required to service him as he pleased, but she would get no relief. She pleaded to him, but to no avail. He had made up his mind, and that was that.
He had her stand up and he very slowly inserted the balls inside her, pushing them up very far with his fingers. She sighed and melted at his touch. He was not at all surprised that her cunt was already dripping, and he looked into her eyes as he made her lick his fingers clean. The couple then put on bathing suits and went for a walk on the beach. Every step increased her desire as the balls moved within her. She had no idea how she was going to make it through the day. It didn't help when he made her drop to her knees on the deserted beach and take his cock into her mouth. She may well have loved sucking his cock more than he loved her doing it. It was as if it provided needed sustenance to her, and he was only too happy to oblige. All the way back to the cottage, she begged and pleaded for relief, but there would be none. In fact, he told her if she asked again she would have to wait another twenty-four hours for relief, and an additional twenty four hours for every new infraction. That quieted her down quite a bit.
They got dressed and hopped into the car, headed off for her little psychic rendezvous. Bastard that he is, he made sure to hit every bump in the road that he could find, knowing how the vibrations would affect her as she sat there stuffed full. Her occasional gasps made him smile. So did the fact that he could smell her cunt as he drove. It was uncanny how he could do that, similar to the way a shark can sense blood in the water. It always made him needy when he did. They pulled up in front of a yellow stucco house that matched the address she had been given, and got out and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and standing there was a heavyset black woman in a bright flowered housecoat, her hair all wrapped up in a similar fabric. She invited them in and asked them to sit at a round table, and sat across from them. So it began. They all held hands as done in a séance, and the woman began talking in that lyrical Caribbean accent that is prevalent in the islands. Steve and Jenn were astonished by how accurate this woman was about the things she told them. That being said, Steve was quite disbelieving by what she said next. She said that she knew that they were both very adventurous, and asked if they would like to try something that very few people in the world have ever had the opportunity to try. Asking her for more details, she asked if they ever wondered what it would be like to be of the opposite sex. Well, yes, the couple said. Who hasn't at some point wondered what it would be like to have an orgasm at a minimum? With this, she qot up and went to a dresser, returning with a small box. The box contained four rings, two with the symbol for a female, and two the symbol for a male.
These rings will allow you to do just that, she said. Steve looked at her disbelievingly, and Jenn shared that thought.
I know the magic of the Voodoo is difficult for you to believe, but it is true, the woman replied. Have I not told you enough truths today that you can believe? Let me tell you how the rings work, and then we can try them. I always have people begin right here, so that I can help them get over the initial shock. You see, for many, it takes seeing to believe.
She went on going over the instructions, admonishing the couple to pay attention. He would put the female rings on the ring finger of each hand, and she would do the same with the male rings. When his rings touched hers, they would be transformed into each other. The reason there were four rings was that they would have to make contact with the rings on both hands at the same time. This ensures that something like holding hands walking down the beach doesn't accidently change people out in public, which could make quite a scene. The rings are magic. They will transform your bodies, but your minds will remain intact, but with certain knowledge and experiences passed on. You will be able to function as each other if you like. You could do the other persons job, or be able to shave, or a multitude of everyday tasks that we do without thinking.
Now, she said, this next part is very important. At the first touch, you will be transformed for a total of three hours. If, during that three hours, you touch the rings together again and have sex resulting in the man depositing his semen into the female...her vagina, mouth, or anus, then you will remain transformed for another six hours. Should you do it again-touch the rings and fill the woman with semen, then you will remain transformed for an additional twelve hours. You see, it will double the amount of additional time each time you do that. If you do not touch the rings together and have sex, you will change back at the end of the remaining time. You see-it is the touching of the rings combined with the semen that will double the time. After you change back, you can use the rings again, and will begin again at three hours. Switching the rings and trying to use them will not change you back. You must wait for the time to elapse to get back into your original body.
Do you understand all of this, she asked? The couple nodded, and Steve smirked. This is a bit much, he told her.
Well, let's try it then, shall we? The couple donned the rings, and, sitting facing each other, they raised each of their hands, reaching forward and interlocking the fingers of each hand together. The second the rings all touched, it seemed as if the room shifted, and suddenly it appeared as if they had changed positions. Holy shit Steve exclaimed, though he didn't sound at all like Steve. Jenn blinked a few times and brought her hands to her chest, but all she felt was lean muscle where previously she had large, soft tits. The psychic began laughing as the two fully realized what had transpired. They sat there and took some time to absorb all of this. Considering what had transpired, they were dealing with this pretty well. Finally, the psychic told them it was time to go. She asked only one thing. When they were finished with the rings, they were to bring them back and return them to her. They agreed.
Jenn got into the drivers seat and Steve got into the car next to her. On the drive back, her mind began to work. A smile crossed her lips when she returned the favor of finding bumps in the road for Steve to now endure. Oh my god was all he could say every time she hit one of those bumps. At one point, she purposely drove up and then off a curb, eliciting a sharp gasp from Steve. This, Jenn thought, was going to be fun.
Steve nearly ran into the cottage when they arrived, but Jenn calmly walked in. Everything the psychic had said was true so far. Although Steve knew who he was, he was very much Jenn in many ways. One of those ways was his complete adoration of, well, Jenn/Steve. Just looking at Jenn changed his breathing and brought on a desire that was nearly uncontrollable. He wanted to be fucked, he wanted it now, and he somehow knew exactly what it would feel like. He didn't feel at all queer. He felt-like a woman. And he was. In fact, sitting here in this new body made him even more aware of how different they are, and it made him even crazier with lust.
Jenn was having the same realizations herself. She crossed the room and began kissing Steve, feeling him melt into her. They spent quite some time kissing and touching, with Jenn taking care to touch Steve everywhere that she knew Steve would love being touched. Finally, Steve broke the kiss and went over to the bed and climbed in, telling Jenn that he needed her to fuck him.
Steve, Steve, Steve, Jenn said, shaking her head. Did you forget you rule from before, she asked?
There is supposed to be some punishment, is there not? You are not permitted to cum until tomorrow morning, remember?
Wait a minute Steve said. That was you. You...
Jenn put her finger up to Steve's lips and shushed him. I advise you to stop now. That outburst just cost you another twenty four hours, love. Steve gasped and quieted, just as Jenn would have done. The realization set in with Steve that he now seems to have Jenn's submissive tendencies as well as her tits, ass and cunt.
I wasn't planning on this, but we will use these rings to complete your punishment. We touched the rings at three pm. That means we will have to touch them again to take us to midnight, again to get to noon tomorrow, and then once more to get until noon the next day, which will be Tuesday. You will be permitted to cum on Tuesday morning if you behave until then. Now...be a good girl and suck my cock. I need some relief myself.
To his surprise, Steve didn't hesitate for a second, replying yes, sir and dropping to his knees on the floor. He pulled Jenn's shorts down and grabbed her already stiff cock, hungrily bringing his mouth down onto it. Once again, he was struck by how normal it felt for him to do such a thing, even though he had never imagined himself doing such a thing, nor ever wanting to. He was thoroughly enjoying it, seeing and sensing how his ministrations were affecting Jenn, and found himself filled with pride when Jenn grunted and filled his mouth with cum, which he promptly swallowed. He also found himself a bit dismayed, because it was over.
So it went over the next two days, kissing, touching, fondling, rings touching and blow jobs, both with and without the touching of rings. Finally, Tuesday morning had arrived and Steve, who had behaved like a good little slut, was going to finally get some relief.
He lay down on the bed and Jenn sat next to him. She asked Steve to spread his legs, and Jenn touched his cunt for the first time. She reached inside, grabbed the string on the balls still inside, and slowly drew them out. That is all it took this first time. Steve exploded into an orgasm so powerful he moved the bed around with his writhing. They had until noon, and they spent the rest of the morning fucking, with Steve feeling a cock inside him for the first time, having his pussy eaten, and Jenn using her fingers and a vibrator to get Steve off again and again. In the space of a few hours, Steve had cum a dozen times. At noon, as they lay there exhausted, their bodies changed back, and they spent the afternoon wrapped in each other's arms and dozing.