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Jolting awake to the sound of an alarm blaring, Victoria’s ears were ringing, and her head was spinning as she took in her surroundings. The comfort and familiar bedroom that she called her own was nowhere to be seen, nor was her gorgeous wife sleeping beside her. It took her a moment to regain her bearings and realise just where she was.
She was in the maid’s quarters that was bustling with life, as several of her employees that lived in her manor were in the midst of preparing for the day. None of them seemed to pay her any mind, almost as if they weren’t aware of her presence. It was unsettling enough to give her goosebumps, as there was something wrong about all of this that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
It didn’t help that she had the most bizarre dream just moments before she was rudely awoken. She couldn’t quite remember it clearly, as her memory was still a bit fuzzy, but she recalled seeing an ephemeral being. They were incredibly tall, and had extremely long white hair that fell to the ground. They were like a goddess, as they seemed almost mystical.
It was rare for her to even remember her dreams, but what really struck her as odd was that the mystical woman spoke to her with an air of familiarity that made her feel as if she knew her. While it slipped Victoria’s mind as to what was said, she had the feeling that it was of no importance, only to write it off as the result of falling asleep while watching a movie the night before.
“Don’t dawdle, Noel. Victoria and Emilia may pardon your tardiness, but a maid must be punctual,” the mature and stern voice belonging to the head maid, Diana, broke the silence and was enough to make Victoria jump on the spot. She was fully dressed in her uniform, and was prepared to start her day while others scrambled to get ready.
As startling as it was to be lectured by the person whom she considered an aunt, Victoria was confused as to why she had been referred to as Noel. Was it all some bad joke? The longer she thought about it, the more she felt the need to ask with her shaky, high-pitched voice, “W-What are you talking about, Diana? Calling me Noel so suddenly…”
“I don’t have time for your childish games today, Noel. Go splash some water on your face if you can’t wake up,” Diana merely sighed and shook her head in disapproval, evidently not impressed with this little gag. She had pressing matters to attend to, and as the role model for all the housemaids, she couldn’t afford to show any signs of weakness around her coworkers.
As unsettling as it was to not be referred to by her name, Victoria was far more concerned about her voice. She sounded as if she was a teenager, and lacked much confidence. Normally she was assertive and stern around others, so it struck her as odd. She wanted to believe that she had a sore throat, but the lack of discomfort left her feeling uncertain.
Rising up from the bed, Victoria struggled to find her balance for a moment. It was as if she’d lost some pounds overnight, leaving her feeling lighter than she was used to. Her body was far more responsive than she remembered it being, almost as if she’d gone back in time to her youth - not that she was old by any means, but there was a stark difference between the late teens and the early-mid twenties.
None of the maids paid her any mind as she stumbled out of the room towards the nearest bathroom. She was accustomed to constantly having all eyes on her, due to her status and position as the head of the household. In a way, it was somewhat of a relief to not be under pressure, but there was no denying that it was weird to basically be ignored for a change.
Almost tripping over her own feet several times, Victoria closed the bathroom door behind herself before anxiously approaching the mirror. Innocent viridian eyes stared back at her, along with short, snow white hair that rested just above her shoulders. She was looking at a face that didn’t belong to her, yet one she was all too familiar with.
It was such an uncanny feeling to have Noel’s face reflected in the mirror, and yet there was no denying what she was seeing. Victoria pinched her chubby cheeks in order to confirm that she was in fact inhabiting the young maid’s body, and the stinging sensation she felt only made it clear that this was real.
Struggling to make sense of this predicament, she felt as if she’d seen a situation like this many years ago. What was the name of that film again? Wacky Wednesday? Shaking her head as she knew that wasn’t quite right, she felt as if it was on the tip of her tongue, but it escaped her.
Nevertheless, it made her wonder - if she was inhabiting Noel’s body, then who was in control of her own?
Victoria’s heart raced as she began to imagine what could be happening inside of her bedroom at this very moment. She knew it was highly inappropriate to fantasise about her wife being intimate with someone that wasn’t her, but that wasn’t about to stop her from letting her arousal lead her astray.
After all, it was a scenario she’d never considered until now. Surely nothing of the sort would ever happen, right?
Nestling her head against something soft, Noel sluggishly gained consciousness, having just experienced a dream that she wished would drag on just a little longer. In it, she had been visited by her deceased mother, which was quite a rare occurrence. It was comforting, and she tried to close her eyes and drift off back to sleep in hopes of continuing where she left off.
“Mum…” Calling out for the tall woman with white hair that touched the ground, Noel was unable to fall back into the realm of slumber. It was disappointing, but she knew that it was her punishment for trying to be greedy. Still, it wasn’t the end of the world as she cuddled up to something warm and thick beside her.
It took her a moment to realise that something was amiss, that she shouldn’t be able to snuggle up to anything in her bed. Jolting up, she threw the blankets off of herself as she tried to make sense of what was going on. Next to her in the king sized bed was the curvy brunette that she had a huge crush on.
Realising that she had been resting her head against those sizable chest puppies and using them as a pillow, Noel swallowed hard as she tried to remember what happened last night. She was positive that she had fallen asleep in her own bed downstairs after texting with Sophia for a good while.
Things were moving way too fast for poor Noel to keep up with, so she decided to take a deep breath to calm her nerves before making sense of the situation. The first manner of business she wanted to address was her dream, as she felt as if her mother had said something important to her.
What was it again? Something about how she deserves the world? Or was it how she was loved by so many people in her life? Or maybe it had something to do with her feelings being reciprocated? She couldn’t quite recall what it was exactly, but she was sure that her mother had simply been wishing her the best.
Looking down at herself, Noel didn’t recognise the pair of pyjamas she was wearing. It wasn’t something she would go out of her way to choose, but it did remind her of Victoria’s fashion sense in a way. It was strange, but it’s not like she found it uncomfortable. It wasn’t something she was too concerned about anyway.
What really bothered her was that her hair was longer than she remembered it being, and that her fringe wasn’t white. Sure, she could write it off as the lighting messing with the colours, but she was positive that there was no hint of yellow before today. Heck, no one in her family was a blonde, which left her confused.
“Hmm? What’s the matter, Vicky? Come back to bed, silly,” a tired, mature voice belonging to Emilia caught her by surprise, making her jump on the spot from how unprepared she was to hear it. The voluptuous woman was still half asleep, but she’d risen from her slumber after feeling someone moving around beside her.
As startling as it was that Emilia was talking to her so early in the morning, what really struck Noel as odd was that she was being referred to as Victoria. As much as she wanted to write it off as her crush simply being sleepy and not recognising who she was, a part of her was starting to think that this body wasn’t hers.
Stretching her arms out and shaking them a little, she noticed that her reflexes weren’t quite as quick as she remembered them being, and that her overall movements seemed more sluggish. Her proportions seemed roughly the same, although her chest was slightly bigger than it should be - just barely.
“You’re such a dork, honey. Did you sleep on your arm or something?” Having been observing with an amused smile on her face, Emilia couldn’t help but to poke fun at her adorable wife. She was tempted to grab her by the waist and pull her back under the blankets so they could cuddle, but she was content with watching for now.
Slowly piecing together that she wasn’t being seen as Noel, that she was being mistaken for Victoria, she decided not to think too much of it for the time being. This phenomenon was beyond her comprehension, but she suspected that she had somehow swapped bodies with her boss.
As strange of a situation as it may be, Noel was happy that she was being referred to so affectionately by her crush. Sure, it wasn’t truly being directed at her, but it was still a nice feeling to have someone reciprocate her feelings, especially if they were one of the sexiest people she’d ever seen.
Slowly sitting up, Emilia’s smile widened into a mischievous grin as she saw a tent being pitched in her wife’s pyjama pants. Reaching out and running her fingers across her thigh, she playfully seduced her, “At a loss for words, dear? You weren’t thinking about me, were you? Of course you were. You can’t keep your eyes off of me.”
While she often lusted for the stunning housewife, Noel had few opportunities to act on her desires. Sure, she had slept with her dozens of times now, but it’s not like she could pull her aside to have sex on a moment’s notice. She had to be mindful of these things, as it would spell disaster if she let her emotions blind her.
But as Emilia stroked her thigh, Noel came to the realisation that there was nothing holding her back here. She had no work obligations preventing her from letting her lust consume her, and there wouldn’t be any consequences should things escalate into a marathon of sex. After all, she was currently Victoria, the person in charge of the manor.
No one had any right to complain if she got a little rowdy with Emilia. Just that thought alone sent tingles up her spine, as she reveled in the power of authority.
“Oh, I get it. You’re thinking about what Noel and I will get up to tomorrow, aren’t you? You know, it’s not too late to tell her no. We could always spend Valentine’s Day together,” Emilia narrowed her eyes as she wore an all-knowing smirk. She knew her wife’s line of thinking quite well, and she felt like she was right on the money.
Concerned that the woman of her dreams would be stolen from her, that her plan to spend Valentine’s Day together would be tossed to the wind without a second thought, Noel felt like she had to act fast. She grabbed the flirtatious brunette by the wrists, pinning her down on the bed, leaning over her before stuttering out, “Y-You’re mine!”
“Hehe. Is that right? Feeling a little jealous, honey? You can say I’m yours all you like, but how about you prove it, hmm?” Emilia’s heart was racing as she hadn’t anticipated this kind of behaviour from her lover. It left her somewhat flustered, but she remained composed as she took control once more.
Words were unnecessary as Noel forcefully stole a kiss, leaning in hard and giving Emilia no room to shy away. Her emotions were running rampant as flung herself at the tall, buxom woman, showering her in a combination of love and lust. She was persistent as her smooches became wet and sloppy.
Emilia didn’t make any effort to try and fight back, or show any signs of resistance for that matter. She was shocked that her adorable little wife, who was far too self conscious for her own good, was practically throwing herself at her like this. It was exciting, as this was the kind of intimacy she wanted from their relationship.
Poking those plump lips with her tongue, Noel wiggled her way into her crush’s mouth, wasting no time in exchanging saliva and exploring territory that she was quite familiar with. She was on the prowl, toying with her prey and leading her into a false sense of security, before kicking things up a notch.
Moaning into her lover’s mouth and arching her body upwards, Emilia was caught off guard by a pair of needy hands latching onto her breasts through her nightgown. The way the fingers sank into her bosom through the fabric made her feel as if a beast was about to sink their claws into her, and the thought alone made her squirm with anticipation.
She’d never seen Victoria act so feral before, and while it was somewhat worrying, Emilia simply assumed that the cause was accumulated stress, and that she simply needed an outlet for her carnal desires. In a way, this was what she wanted, as she felt as if she was going to be swallowed by that maddening lust at any moment.
Quick to realise that the brunette was lacking a bra, that she had slept without one, Noel’s fingers pinpointed the large, protrusive nipples and began to flick them through the nightgown. She was met with more pleasant, sultry moans, which only encouraged her to pinch the sensitive chest buds and get rough.
From the lack of oxygen from making out with her wife for so long without any pauses, to the constant stimulation that was bombarding her chest, Emilia felt faint. This was the kind of intimacy she’d come to expect from their young maid when her switch was flipped, and it was overwhelming her faster than normal.
She could at least keep it together and not devolve into a babbling mess for a little while when she was having cheating sex with Noel, but it was a different story when it was Victoria who was drowning her in lust. She never had to keep her guard up when they were alone together, which made her all the more vulnerable at this moment.
Wrapping her arms around her wife’s neck to prevent her from leaving, Emilia reciprocated the sloppy wet kiss to the best of her ability. Her moans were muffled as slurping sounds filled the air, her tongue dancing with her lover’s as she shamelessly exchanged saliva, savouring the taste like it was a fine wine.
For several minutes, they continued to make out like a pair of hormone ridden teens who had no self control. Adrenaline was running high as they acted like animals in heat, and as they begrudgingly separated their lips from one another, they stared into each other’s eyes that were clouded with lust.
Seeing her beloved, who was always anxious about opening up about her desires, making such a shameful and foolish expression made Emilia feel as if their relationship had truly progressed to the point where they no longer had to be conscious about their sexual cravings for one another.
Straightening up and sitting atop of the sensual brunette’s plump tummy, Noel felt as if she was going to suffocate in these pajamas. Unbuttoning the top and throwing it carelessly onto the floor, she pulled the waist band of her pants down to reveal her fierce erection. Sure, it was only 6 inches long, but she would make do with such a serious downsize.
Climbing to the side, Noel stripped herself of what clothing remained, anticipation dripping from the tip of her girlcock as she didn’t dare pry her eyes away from her crush for even a second. She was going to rock her world, to claim what was rightfully hers, and to make her realise just who she belonged to.
With the bedroom being stuffy from how heated they both were, Emilia felt shivers race down her spine as she caught whiff of a thick and heavy smell emitting from the futanari’s lower half. Instinctually she knew that she wasn’t leaving this room anytime soon, that she was in for a marathon of sex like none other.
Rising up, Emilia fanned herself as she could feel how sweaty she was underneath her nightgown. It was clinging to her, accentuating her voluptuous figure and making it apparent just how hot she really was. She slowly lifted it up, putting on a stripshow for her wife who couldn’t stop staring at her.
She revealed her thick, juicy thighs that were soft and squishy, before pulling her nightgown up further to showcase her white, lacy underwear. She preferred darker colours personally, but she liked to change things up every now and then. Spreading her legs to reveal a wet patch on the front of her panties, she shook as she ran two fingers across her slit.
Seeing her lover’s girlcock overflowing with need, Emilia showed off her plump belly that she was self conscious of. She had love handles, but it’s not like anyone ever made use of them. Next came her hefty breasts that were as large as her own head, with painfully erect nipples that stood out like sore thumbs.
Drooling at the sight of the sweaty bombshell before her, Noel couldn’t fight back the urge any longer. She pounced like an animal, pinning her prey down once again, but this time nestling her head against that magnificent chest that she was obsessed with. She was humping away like a dog in heat, her erection rubbing against her partner’s crotch.
Noel’s body was moving on its own, almost as if her dick had taken control of her actions, as she pulled her hips back and plunged all 6 inches inside of Emilia’s wet pussy. She thrusted recklessly as she didn’t think twice about how much energy she was exerting, as all she could think about was breeding this stacked goddess and claiming her for herself.
Moving as her wife’s fierce cock buried itself deep inside of her, Emilia barely had a moment to think as her insides were ravaged by a mad beast. There was not an ounce of consideration, nor was there any hesitation in the futanari’s movements - she was showcasing skills that she’d never exhibited until now.
But just as Emilia was starting to melt from the crashing tidal waves of pleasure, the erection that was scraping against her inner walls slipped out. As she gasped for air, she couldn’t help but to laugh and poke fun at her lover. “Hehe. Careful now, honey. No need to try and copy Noel now, okay? She can wind back a lot further than you can.”
Realising that she was acting as if she had a giant girlcock, when her current equipment was less than half the size of what she was used to, Noel felt utterly embarrassed for making a fool of herself. Not wanting to dwell on it, she reinserted her member and began hammering away once more, being mindful not to go for deep thrusts.
Pulling her head out from between the soft, cushiony breasts that enveloped her from all sides, Noel licked her lips before stuffing her mouth full. She sucked down hard, her tongue swirling around the puffy nipple, and while one may assume she was behaving like a child hungry for milk, her intentions were far more perverse than that.
“N-Not so rough!” Emilia cried out as her tit was stretched out by the reckless futa, a part of her worrying that she would have a sizable bite mark across her areola. But the more she thought about how hot it would be to have her body sullied by her wife, the more she wanted it to happen.
Sultry moans escaped her plump lips and echoed throughout the room as she was dicked down in a fierce, careless manner. She loved every second of it, as this was the wild, depraved sex she longed for. It made her wonder what triggered this behaviour, as she wanted to experience this regularly.
Smacking her hips against her crush again and again, Noel could feel pleasure building up inside of her, right underneath her stomach. Quickening her pace as she stopped suckling on those succulent teats, she buried her cock as deep as it would go before howling out, “I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum, Em! Cumming!!”
The vicious torrent of semen erupting inside of her triggered Emilia’s own climax, as she tilted her head back and stuck out her tongue, moaning like a beast being inseminated. Her eyes had rolled back, and she would twist and thrash her body in a bid to try and endure the tidal waves of pleasure crashing through her.
There was so much jizz being shot inside of her that Emilia couldn’t help but to imagine that her pussy was being painted white, that her wife was marking her property. Squirting with a delirious smile across her face, she was oblivious to the fact that she was experiencing a phenomenon she was addicted to - cumflation.
Sure, her insatiable young maid could pump her full of unfathomable amounts of cum and inflate her without a second thought, but it was a whole other story when it came to her wife. She’d only ever managed such a feat once throughout their entire relationship, and for it to occur now only made her heart flutter.
“W-What’s come over you, honey..? You’ve never been this aggressive before. I love it…” Gasping for air as she tried to calm her beating heart, Emilia was genuinely shocked that this was her beloved who had just delivered her the most satisfying orgasm of her life so far. She felt as if her prayers had been answered, that their sex life had taken a turn for the better.
Her ejaculation took more out of Noel than she thought, as she rested her head against her crush’s ample bosom while trying to catch her breath. This normally wouldn’t even faze her, as it was merely a warm up, and it only made her realise just how unfit this body was to serve her needs.
Noel’s own body was full of energy, and had been toned through years of housework. Sure, she wasn’t as strong as people who went to the gym, but she was capable of holding her own. Heck, she could even carry Emilia around without overexerting herself. But Victoria’s body wasn’t built for any of that.
She never really thought about it until now, but she was more fit of a partner for Emilia than Victoria was. She was young and ambitious, constantly improving with each day, and she’d only continue to get better as she matured into an adult. She had a giant cock, and she knew how to use it.
And while she may have been concerned earlier about being unable to satisfy Emilia in this body, Noel had just proven that it wasn’t the size of her penis that made her a force to be reckoned with in bed - she had the skills to make up for any shortcomings. It certainly helped that her feelings of lust were so intense.
Pushing herself up so that her face was mere inches away from her crush’s, Noel composed herself and smiled confidently. Raising one of her brows, she arrogantly declared, “If you liked that, then you’ll love what’s to come, Em. I’m going to make you mine. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t think about anyone but me.”
Trembling as she felt a rush of adrenaline from that hungry look in her wife’s eyes, Emilia didn’t doubt for even a second that she was going to be screaming with glee momentarily. She loved how aggressive she was, how she wasn’t shying away from her desires, and how honest she was.
“Make me your bitch, honey.”
“A-Aaah! Spank me more, honey! Be as rough as you’d like!” Emilia’s delirious screams echoed throughout the manor from the master bedroom. She wasn’t mindful of her volume, even as she reached the 4 hour mark of her marathon of sex with her lover. She was in her own little world, and no one dared to interrupt her.
It was a rare occurrence for the Buckfields to miss breakfast, for the two of them to stay holed up in their bedroom going at it like animals in heat. All of the housemaids were at a loss for words, as nothing like this had ever happened before today. Everyone but Diana seemed to be flustered by this.
Diana carried about her business as if nothing was out of the ordinary, unbothered by how her boss had surrendered herself to her desires and was fornicating like a wild beast. She was so nonchalant about it that the other maids wondered if there was anything that could get under her skin.
Stuck in Noel’s body with no signs of returning to her own, Victoria scrambled to act the part of a housemaid. She was clumsy, tripping over her own feet and creating a mess wherever she went. She would try and clean up after herself, but the woes of passion echoing throughout the manor would break her concentration, causing mistake after mistake.
She’d never heard Emilia moan like this before, nor had she heard her be so vocal. It made her wonder just what was happening inside of that bedroom, as she had never been able to please her wife like this before. It was humiliating to think about, but she couldn’t help but to find guilty pleasure in it. After all, she was practically being cucked.
“Oooough! B-Bite my neck again! Give me another hickey!”
Clenching her thighs together as she had no choice but to listen to her wife drowning in pleasure, Victoria had to wonder if she had been doing something wrong when they made love. She wasn’t too fond of spanking or biting, but that alone wouldn’t explain just how pleasure her childhood sweetheart was drowning in.
Under the assumption that she’d swapped bodies with Noel, that the two of them were currently living each other’s lives, Victoria just couldn’t understand how someone so young and inexperienced would be able to do this, especially with a 6 inch cock. She’d always thought that she relied on her size to make up for her lack of skill.
It was disheartening in a way, but just thinking about her lover being fucked silly by someone who was pretending to be her made Victoria’s member throb with desire. She was being cucked by herself in a sense, and it was something she’d never considered before today. It was bizarre, yet it was all so hot.
“I can’t believe they’re still going at it. Victoria must be a sex god, huh?”
“For real. She always acts so serious, so it’s shocking that she’s having such wild sex during the day.”
Hearing a pair of maids gossiping across the entry hall, Victoria was completely and utterly embarrassed that her employees were talking about her like this. She’d never really stopped to listen in on what they say about her, but the thought of them thinking she was a massive pervert left her feeling anxious.
“Is it a shock? I mean, surely you’ve heard the rumours, right? The Buckfield’s do it with all of their maids.”
“Get out. Victoria has only ever had her eyes on Emilia. She’d never even joke about doing it with any of us.”
Overcome with a cold chill, Victoria shivered as she knew where all of these rumours stemmed from. Groaning as she knew that it was impossible to keep it under wraps forever, she could only blame her parents for being so open about their sex life, for having no shame and making love in front of others.
“It’d be kinda nice if she did. I mean, Victoria’s so pretty and popular, and hearing what’s going on in her bedroom, I bet she’s a beast in bed.”
“For real. I’m so jealous of Emilia right now. Hey, do you think it’s true that Diana is Lillian’s mistress?”
“I dunno… If she was, she wouldn’t be here grilling our asses over every little thing.”
Flustered after hearing that her maids found her attractive, and that some of them would hook up with her if given the chance, Victoria could only hope that they were joking. She didn’t think highly of herself, so she could only assume that they were being nice for their own personal gain.
Hearing her mother’s relationship with Diana being brought into question, Victoria shuddered as she tried not to think much of it. She could easily shed some light and correct them, but it would be highly inappropriate to discuss such personal manners, especially while she was inhabiting Noel’s body.
Sighing as she wanted to move away from all the gossiping, Victoria froze in place as she heard a delirious, high pitched scream that shook the entire manor. Hunching over as she tried to hide her growing arousal, she hurried away as she was treated to more lustful cries of passion.
“S-Sho much cum! I wuv you! I wuv you sho much!”
Emilia’s words were almost babblish as everyone in the manor listened in on her being creampied once again. The sound of bodies colliding against one another came to a halt, bringing the 4 hour long marathon of sex to an end. All the maids were speechless, as they all wondered if this was just a momentary reprise, or if it would continue shortly.
Scurrying away to the bathroom, Victoria hoped that this was the end, as she couldn’t focus on her work as a housemaid while fighting the urge to masturbate. She’d reached her limit, as the second she closed the door behind herself, she lifted her dress up and began to jerk off, all while picturing her wife being defiled.
“E-Emmy..!!” Victoria cried out, using both hands to stroke her giant girlcock. She needed release, if only to try and retain her sanity after experiencing this nightmare. She didn’t stop to marvel about how well endowed she was, as she wanted this to be over as quickly as possible.
She could only pray that she’d return to her body before she was forced to listen to another breeding session.
A full day had passed since Victoria found herself inside of Noel’s body. Facing much embarrassment by being incapable of performing her duties as a maid, as she’d never really had to mop the floors, wipe the windows, or fold the laundry, she felt as if she was being punished by some greater being for having lived such a lavish life.
It didn’t help that she felt as if someone was taunting her in her dreams, mocking her for wanting to be cuckolded by someone so much younger.
She had considered contacting Sophia about her predicament, but she came to the conclusion that her sister in-law wouldn’t take her seriously. She could only wait to return to her own body, however long that may take. While she didn’t particularly enjoy this feeling of helplessness, there was little she could do.
At the very least, she was looking forward to today, as she had plans to go on a Valentine’s date with Emilia. Although she would be bending the truth if she were to say that it was her that was going out with her wife - Noel was supposed to be the one spending time with her, but it just so happened that they’d swapped bodies.
Tapping her foot as she leaned against a wall in the entry hall of the manor, Victoria was wondering what was holding her wife up. She’d been waiting here for almost 40 minutes now, and while she didn’t want to assume that she was being stood up, the possibility was becoming more likely as time ticked away.
The sensual moans that had echoed throughout the manor had come to a halt not too long ago, which led her to believe that Noel was satisfied for the time being. She couldn’t fathom how someone could have sex for so many hours without taking a break, especially when it was her own body involved.
She could barely last an hour when she made love with Emilia, and yet Noel seemed capable of going at it for even longer, and multiple times a day at that. It just didn’t make sense to her, as her sex drive was never that crazy, nor did she possess the stamina to do it for that long.
Was it simply a matter of Noel’s lust pushing her to her absolute limits, or was she just built differently? Victoria hadn’t the faintest clue, but she felt as if she was capable of incredible things now that she had such a young and fit body. That, and she had a giant cock that was more than twice the size of what she was used to.
She was hoping to prove that she was just as capable as Noel was, that she was able to please Emilia far more than she could. It was childish, that much she recognised, but it’s not like this predicament gave her the peace of mind to relax. The longer she stayed in this body, the more she felt like things would feel foreign once she returned back to normal.
“Sorry for the wait, Noel. Vicky just wouldn’t leave me alone. I tried to take a shower, but she insisted that she wash my back, and well… Hehe. She’s so wonderful,” Emilia giggled to herself with glee as she gushed over her wife’s beastly behaviour in the bedroom, all while halfheartedly apologising for running late.
Victoria could already picture what happened - Emilia tried to call it quits and get ready for their date today, but Noel refused to let her go. She followed her into the shower, pretending to lend her a hand, only for the two of them to waste water as they had lathery sex for who knows how long.
Noel must have tried to scrub the insides of Emilia’s pussy clean with her cock, only to leave a mess as she creampied her again and again. Even after they exited the shower, she was positive that they continued to go at it like animals, doing it while bending over cabinets and drawers, leaving bodily fluids in their wake.
There was evidence to back up her assumptions, as Emilia had numerous hickeys on her neck, some of them a bright shade of red, almost as if they were fresh. Her braid was messy, as several strands stuck out of place, and her clothes were dishevelled. It was like the lustful maid had been groping her until just a few moments ago.
And then there was her protrusive, round belly, making her look as if she was in the last trimester of pregnancy.
Flattered that she was being checked out so thoroughly by the young maid, Emilia’s mature giggle made it clear that she enjoyed the attention. She never would admit to it, but it’s not like she was hiding it at this time. She was practically glowing as she teased her, “What’s the matter, dear? You’re not jealous that Vicky wants me just as bad as you do, are you?”
“H-Huh? N-No, of course not…” Caught off guard as her wife was reading her like an open book, Victoria had to resist the urge to jump into her arms and hug her tightly. As much as she wanted to be consoled, she couldn’t act out of line, not while they were still in the manor anyway.
Dressed in a turtleneck sweater and a pair of jeans, Emilia grinned from ear to ear as she wrapped herself around one of the younger girl’s arms, almost as if they were a couple. She was in such a good mood that she didn’t stop to consider her position as a housewife, or how rumours could spread because of her behaviour.
“Aww. You’re such a cutie, Noel. No need to be jealous. I’m all yours for the rest of the day, okay? If we dawdle, Vicky might come and take me away from you,” Emilia was simply ecstatic as she reassured the anxious maid that she had nothing to worry about, although she didn’t seem too against the idea of her wife snatching her away for another round of sex.
Alarmed that her alone time with her beloved might be interrupted, Victoria tugged on her arm, pulling her towards the manor’s doorway in a bid to get away from the insatiable Noel. She had no idea what their plans for the day were, but she just wanted to be together without any interruptions, if only to make up for the disastrous predicament she found herself in.
Their date was quite different from what Victoria was used to. Normally, she would take Emilia to the theatre to watch a movie, followed by a walk around town to get a little exercise, and then a meal at a fancy restaurant. She was the one who planned things out, believing that these activities would make her wife happy.
But today she was taken ice skating, bowling, ending off with a visit to a cafe where the two of them were treated to crepes and iced tea. It was totally different to what she was used to, and it made her wonder if these were the kinds of things Emilia enjoyed, or if she was only doing this because she was with a teenager.
It was nice, make no mistake, but Victoria couldn’t help but to feel as if she was witnessing a whole new side to her childhood sweetheart. The fact she was all smiles and sunshine just made her feel even more out of place, like she didn’t belong here, as she wasn’t enjoying herself as much as she should.
Just as she was wondering if this was the end of their date, Victoria found herself being taken to a high class hotel, one that she’d stayed at for business once or twice. Her heart raced as she realised what the implications were, as it wasn’t even dark yet - they were here to have sex in private, without fear of being discovered.
Emilia couldn’t help but laugh at how nervous her date was, as it reminded her of their first time going out together. She knew that things would change quickly once they got to their room, and she was looking forward to seeing if the young maid could compare to the mind blowing sex that her wife had given her.
“I’m going to freshen up a little, okay? Make yourself comfortable, Noel,” Emilia winked playfully, as she was hoping that she would have some company in the shower shortly. She didn’t bother to close the door to the bathroom properly, leaving a gap as if to make her invitation painstakingly obvious.
Unsure what to make of this situation, Victoria stripped down to her underwear before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. As she looked around the room, she couldn’t help but to wonder just how many times her wife had brought Noel to a place like this behind her back. It had to have only happened once or twice, right?
In truth, Victoria was anxious as she’d only ever had sex with her beloved in a hotel a few times, most of which was on their honeymoon. She could never rest easy in an unfamiliar setting, but she kept telling herself that she was here to prove that she was just as capable of satisfying Emilia as Noel was.
Lost in her own thoughts, Victoria failed to realise that the water from the shower had stopped running. It wasn’t until the dripping wet brunette was standing before her in just a towel that she was brought back to reality. Her eyes went wide with disbelief as she looked at her voluptuous body that was spilling out from under the towel.
Dropping the towel as droplets trickled down her body, Emilia revelled in the satisfaction of having her wife’s love for her be seen. The hickeys on her neck were as clear as day, along with the countless bite marks all across her large breasts. It was as if a wild animal had used her to sate their hunger.
There were faint handprints on her bosom, but they were far more obvious on her wide dumptruck of an ass. She’d been spanked so many times that she’d grown addicted to it, and she even had finger prints around her waist from where someone had squeezed her love handles.
“Hmm? What’s wrong, Noel? Not going to pounce on me? I guess you’re a little shaken after hearing Vicky and I have sex yesterday and today, huh? Alright, I’ll ease us into things then,” concerned with how reserved the young girl was, Emilia decided to take matters into her own hands as she straddled her lap, wrapping her arms around her neck and kissing her cheek.
She was obeying the rules that had been set, as she wasn’t allowed to kiss anyone but her wife, nor was she allowed to have unprotected sex with anyone else. Of course, there were times that she was naughty and did things that she shouldn’t, but as long as it didn’t escalate or become a habit, she was content with keeping it a secret.
Inhaling the smell of soap coming from her beloved, Victoria was hesitant to place her hands on her. She was struggling to process how Noel could be so rough with her, and how she could possibly enjoy being treated so carelessly. It just didn’t make any sense to her, as she was under the belief that couples should be considerate when making love.
As time ticked away, Emilia eventually let out a disappointed sigh, as she realised that her maid wasn’t going to make a move. Climbing off of her lap, she pushed her backwards onto the bed before crawling on top of her, coming to the realisation that she needed to be on top, for now anyway.
“Jealous? It’s written all over your face, dear. Vicky has been really possessive since yesterday, and she’s been trying so hard to make me forget all about you and your giant cock,” Emilia was as observant as ever as she announced her findings, all while rubbing her crotch against the futa’s stretched panties.
As much as she wanted to feel flattered to hear her wife boast about her like this, Victoria knew that all of this praise was meant for Noel, not her. It was frustrating, as she wanted so desperately to tell her about the body swapping situation, but she knew that wouldn’t be taken seriously.
Mustering the will to turn the tables and show her beloved that she was just as capable of satisfying her, that she could please her in another body, Victoria took a deep breath to calm her nerves. As she opened her mouth to speak, she found her arms being guided towards those huge, round chest puppies.
“It’s fine, dear. I’ll take real good care of you, alright? Just lean back and let me handle everything,” Emilia reassured the young girl that there was nothing to worry about, that she’ll take the lead. Straightening herself up, she grinded her hips back and forth, rubbing their crotches together.
Moaning weakly as their genitals rubbed together, Victoria sank her fingers into her wife’s breasts, being mindful not to be too rough considering the bite and slap marks that stood out on her healthy skin. She couldn’t help but to wonder how it was enjoyable, as she assumed it would hurt far more than anything else.
She didn’t have very long to humour her thoughts as she felt her giant girlcock being freed from its constraints, that it was now being sandwiched between a pair of fat asscheeks. It made her realise just how hung Noel was, and how she was far more of a fitting partner than she was.
Slapping her ass with the futa’s erection nestled between her cheeks, Emilia cooed with delight as she felt her booty jiggle against the sturdy member. It was nice to have her wife fuck her senseless, to make her cum her brains out with only 6 inches, but she had come to enjoy being wrecked by this massive dick - not that she’d ever admit that.
Raising her hips up, Emilia had to wonder if she’d ever reach the tip as she held her breath. With the glans pressed firmly against her vulva, she winked seductively at her partner, placing her hands on top of hers to reassure her that she should stop overthinking things and enjoy herself, all before plummeting downwards.
The couple’s sensual moans filled the air as their bodies entwined, becoming one. Victoria was exploring the depths of her wife’s pussy, reaching places she never knew possible, all while having her mind blown at just how hung she was in this body. She was practically crushing Emilia’s womb, kissing it firmly as if they were lovers.
Thankful that she took the time to let the excessive amounts of semen that her wife had pumped her full of trickle out into the shower earlier, Emilia could both feel and see the giant cock reaching deep inside of her, and how it was causing her plump belly to bulge outwards from the huge intruder.
It was fulfilling on a level that was different to when she made love with her sweetheart, but it was by no means as enjoyable. Emilia had learned just how rough and insatiable she could be, and it made her realise just how compatible their bodies were, how they’d only just learned how amazing sex could be together as a married couple.
With her hands on her partner’s stomach for support, Emilia began to lift herself up, shaking as she could feel inch after painstakingly thick inch of girlcock slide out of her pussy. Feeling empty, like a part of her was missing, she slammed back down with all her weight, a guttural moan erupting from her throat as she began to bounce up and down.
“F-Fuck, I can never get used to how big your dick is, Noel. A-Aaah! It’s crazy to think you’ve grown bigger since we first did it,” Emilia’s sensual voice was practically overflowing with lust as she rode the young girl with skilled precision, although she couldn’t help but to tremble when her cervix was struck.
Hearing her wife boast about Noel again and again and again was getting on Victoria’s nerves, and she was desperate to prove that she was just as capable as she was. Clawing at the bed sheets as she tried to control herself, she sat up and clung to her chubby lover, embracing her tightly.
“I-I’ll make you mine, Emmy! I’ll make you forget about everyone but me!” Victoria shakingly announced, unaware that she had just dropped a pet name that she used exclusively for her childhood sweetheart. She weakly thrust her hips, meeting with the brunette’s downward plummets, making them both drown in pleasure.
Unable to stop and think about what she’d just heard, Emilia realised that she’d gotten the hung futa all worked up, and that she now wanted to try and steal her away. Willing to let her do as she pleased, she rolled the two of them over so that her back was now on the bed, with her legs spread wide.
“Go on then. You have a lot to live up to, dear. Vicky is soooo much better than you are,” provoking her partner, Emilia was hoping that she’d be fucked senseless, that she’d be pinned to the bed and be assaulted by an uncontrollable animal in heat. It was where things led when the two of them were alone after all.
No stranger to the missionary position, Victoria grunted as she swung her hips with reckless abandon, hoping that her giant cock would make up for her unfamiliarity with this body. Her thrusts were weak and lacked a punch, and she wasn’t as aggressive as her lover wanted her to be.
She was all so worked up on trying to leave a strong impression, that she failed to realise that she wasn’t satisfying Emilia as much as she hoped she would. She wasn’t hearing those hot, sexy moans that were like music to her ears, nor did she feel legs wrapping around her waist, pulling her in and preventing her from escaping.
“Let me get on top, Noel.” Emilia sounded extremely disappointed, almost as if her expectations had failed to be met. Her sigh made it clear just how unenjoyable this was for her. While it was nice to have something huge rearranging her insides, the lack of skill made it difficult to find pleasure in. Not to mention the distinct lack of hunger being directed at her.
Concerned about what was going wrong, as she assumed that she was doing a fantastic job, Victoria didn’t even try and argue as she complied with her wife’s wishes. She lay on her back on the bed, and her eyes went wide as she felt all of her weight crash down on her at once, knocking the wind out of her.
Now that she was in control, Emilia seemed far more content with the state of affairs. She didn’t know what was wrong with the young futa today, but she could only assume that her distressed mental state was causing her to be clumsy, to show restraint when she normally would behave like a beast in heat.
“Vicky is… Mmm!! So much better than you, Noel. You might have a giant cock, but she fucked me so thoroughly that I don’t think you’ll ever be able to compare with her again,” Emilia stopped to grind her cervix against the bulbous glans for a moment, teasing her partner that she’d never be able to steal her away with how things were going.
As humiliating as it was to be compared with someone younger and less inexperienced than her, Victoria couldn’t help but to find pleasure in being belittled, even if it was unintentional. She had foolishly thought that she would be a sex god now that she was inhabiting Noel’s body, but she had been mistaken.
It didn’t matter what the size of her dick was, or how much experience she had - she lacked the skills to truly please Emilia, and Noel had proven that by rocking her world in Victoria’s body.
“E-Emmy..!!” Crying out her wife’s name, Victoria pathetically ejaculated as she realised just how much she sucked at making love. It was foolish of her to think that she could dominate her, that she would be able to steal back her beloved from the clutches of the white-haired devil.
Biting her lip as she felt thick spurts of semen erupt inside of her, Emilia trembled as she experienced a weak orgasm of her own. It paled in comparison to what the kind of climaxes she’d had all of yesterday and earlier today, and it was a joke to put them in the same league as what she normally felt while being fucked by the hung maid.
The euphoric high came and went, and Emilia was left feeling disappointed. She wanted more of that animalistic, inconsiderate sex she’d had with her wife prior to this, to try and rinse the bad taste out of her mouth. Rising up and off of the young girl, she didn’t even think twice as she strut towards the bathroom.
“Let’s wash up and head back, Noel,” the cold words left Emilia’s mouth as she didn’t leave any chance for her partner to try and convince her to give her another chance. She thought that having a giant cock wreck her pussy would keep her satisfied for a day or two, but it was clear that size didn’t matter as much as she thought.
In a way, she couldn’t help but to think that this was what it was like to have sex with Victoria prior to yesterday’s breeding session. It was quick, one-sided, and lacked the fierce hunger that she craved. It was almost laughable to think she thought this would please her, as it was practically a joke to call this sex.
Victoria could only groan and sulk to herself, coming to the realisation that she had disappointed her wife. The one upside to all of this was that, once she returned to her own body, she wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of being considered unfit to make love.
She could only hope that she’d swap bodies with Noel soon.
“You’re in a good mood today, Noel. What’s the occasion?” One of the other maids asked as they set up the table in preparation for breakfast, as Valentine’s Day had come and gone. She knew it was inappropriate to make small talk while working, but with Diana absent, she didn’t fear any repercussions.
Smiling from ear to ear as she couldn’t stop thinking about the marathons of sex she’d had with her crush over the last two days, Noel was simply ecstatic. She’d been able to breed Emilia in a way that Victoria never could, and while it hadn’t been in her own body, it made it easier to get away with being a little reckless.
“Oh, um… Nothing. I was just thinking about uh… Stuff…” Noel trailed off as she couldn’t bring herself to speak up about what had happened. No one would believe her that she swapped bodies with her boss, or that she had indulged in marathons of sex and pushed herself to the limit in order to impress the woman she loved.
While being able to make love with Emilia was the main cause of her wonderful mood, Noel had been visited in her dream by her mother once again. The contents of it weren’t quite clear to her, but she had been showered with praise, and was congratulated for proving herself.
In a way, she couldn’t help but to feel as if her mother was the one behind the body swapping situation, but it was ridiculous to think that such a thing was possible. Still, she wanted to believe that her mother had presented her an opportunity to be open with her feelings, to not hold back.
She couldn’t stop thinking about last night, how Emilia came back from her date in a bad mood. She didn’t ask about it, but she had the feeling that Victoria had made a fool of herself in bed despite having a young, fit body and a giant cock. While she did pity her for being unable to live up to expectations, it was hard to dwell on it.
After all, Emilia had given her a Valentine’s Day she’ll never forget. She poured chocolate syrup all over her breasts and ass, and let her lick it all up. It was so incredibly hot, and she wished she could experience it again.
Setting down plates and cutlery on the dining table, Noel was alerted to the presence of Emilia and Victoria by the sound of footsteps entering the room. Turning around to greet them with a bow, she stopped dead in her tracks as she took a good look at the blonde, and how much of a wreck she was.
It was as if Victoria had had all the life sucked out of her, as she looked like a walking husk devoid of life. She was stumbling all over the place, her only saving grace being her wife who clung to her arm and prevented her from falling over. It was the first time anyone had seen her dishevelled like this, and all the housemaids were left speechless.
“This is because of my own hubris…” Victoria mindlessly mumbled to herself, almost as if she was a broken record trying to defend herself. Her eyes were devoid of energy, but they lit up the moment she looked at the sparkling maid. Faltering backwards, she pointed at her, shaking as if she’d just seen a ghost.
Everyone was completely and utterly confused, even the gleaming Emilia who couldn’t look any happier. No one knew what was going on, or why the head of the household was shaken by Noel’s appearance. She had been blaming herself up until now, but she seemed to have gathered her composure ever so slightly.
“Y-You… You devil! You did this to me!” Victoria sounded hysterical as she shouted, blaming the young girl for her current state. She woke up this morning to find herself back in her own body, but the fatigue hit her like a truck, and then her wife pounced on her, wanting to go another round or three before breakfast.
Realising what she was being accused of, Noel hurried to her boss’s side in order to support her. On the surface, she seemed to harbour good intentions, but as she leaned in close to whisper into her ear, she wore a devious grin. “Are you really going to blame me for satisfying Em in your place? I thought you’d appreciate me breeding her for you, Cucky Wucky.”
Blood rushed to Victoria’s head upon being mocked, but all of the stress and fatigue was too much for, as she slumped over into her wife’s arms. She had so many conflicting emotions rushing throughout her, and with no proper outlet for them, she could only mumble out subconsciously, “You devil…”
“Oh dear. I’ll carry Vicky upstairs and look after her. You all can go about your business, alright?” Emilia swept her wife up into her arms, carrying her as if she weighed nothing. She was concerned about her wellbeing, but she felt guilty for being the one to overexert her from all the sex lately.
No one dared to complain, as the housemaids simply watched as Emilia carried Victoria out of the dining room and up to the master bedroom. There was an awkward silence in the room, before everyone turned their attention towards Noel, making her blush from being suddenly thrust into the spotlight.
“Don’t pay Victoria any mind, Noel.”
“Yeah. I mean, how could she call you a devil? You’re harmless!”
“Hehe… Yeah…” Noel scratched her cheek as she laughed it off, unable to bring herself to break everyone’s perception of her that she was actually quite devious, that she acted like an animal in heat when her switch was flipped. But then again, no one had to know about any of that.
She’d rather keep quiet and let them gush over how much of a sex god Victoria is, only to be disappointed like Emilia when they realise that they were poorly mistaken.
Swapping bodies was an experience that Noel had mixed feelings towards, but she had thoroughly enjoyed herself, and was grateful to her mother for providing her the opportunity to be together with her crush without any worries or interferences. That is, assuming that her deceased mother was capable of something so magical.
It would be a fond memory she’d look back on, as it would only further cement how much superior she was to Victoria as a futa.