Swap Chip - Orgasm Stealing - Part 2

“Sorry for not warning you.” my voice said to me, casually. “The transcranial magnetic stimulator is reading all the sensory information from my body and writing it into your brain, and vice versa. Same for motor information. You’re still in here -” she tapped her forehead “-but the signals are being rerouted.”

“Yeah, I figured.” I squirmed, pretending that I had, indeed, figured. 

Emma clapped me hard on the shoulder with one of my own big hands. It kinda stung. “Stop squirming! I don’t squirm, it doesn’t look right.”

“Well heyyy, maybe I’m not trying to imitate you.” I winked at her, running my hands down my new petite body, giggling. “This body, with my brain? I’d say it’s a big improvement, wouldn’t you?” I punched her in the arm playfully.

“Oh, so that’s the game you want to play, is it?” Emma slowly twisted my face into an evil grin. “I wouldn’t be so confident, I’m about three weight classes above you now mate.”

“Who needs weight when you’ve got skills?” I got to my knees and turned to face Emma at the end of the bed. Sure, when I used to wrestle I knew my size was a bit of an advantage, but I’d won those matches fair and square -- it wasn’t like somebody with more skill wouldn’t have been able to beat me. 

Still, my own body did look intimidating as Emma got to her knees and towered over me. 

“Okay.” she said. “I’m going to enjoy beating myself up.”

I growled and dove at her, pushing hard with my new little arms. I figured I wouldn’t have much reach in this body, so getting in close and fast was the right move... 

It wasn’t. I slammed against my old body, but Emma barely budged. I saw her smirk down at me, before she leant forward and simply lay on top of me. She was so heavy! I wasn’t that heavy, was I?

I squirmed out from under her, pushing hard against my old chest with my weak girly arms. I nearly made it all the way out, but Emma clamped down on my ankles as I tried to get my legs free. Hadn’t she been holding on before?

“I told you not to squirm.” she said, with an evil little smile. My face seemed strangely different to me, not like I was looking in a mirror at all.

“You didn’t like me sucking on your finger before, did you?”

I could see where this was going, and I didn’t like it one bit. 

“Nooooo...” I said slowly, still wriggling. I strained my thin hairless legs. If I could just get this damn tiny ankle out of her grip!

“Well then, maybe you’ll like this more?” She stuck out my tongue at me, then slowly lowered her head and licked one of my new feet all the way along the sole.

“Hey! Hey Hey! Gross! Don’t do that with my tongue!” I wriggled more, my new foot feeling kinda slimy and wet.

My own face grinned at me. “Oh? It’s my foot, I can do what I want to it right?” 

“But it’s my mouth!”

Emma lowered my mouth again and put her lips around my big toe. It felt weird, warm, wet. Like her mouth was huge -- was that just because I had tiny toes?

I squirmed and wiggled my toes uncomfortably. Emma bit down, hard. Ouch! 

“I said don’t squirm!”

I shoved back harder, then quickly reversed direction and pushed my foot further into her mouth. Emma jumped, but held on to the leg she was making my tongue lick. So gross. I managed to get one leg free and kicked her in the arm, a bit harder than I meant to.

Tingles! And then there was a pain in my arm, and a weird tangy taste in my mouth. Whaaa?

I was lying on my stomach, and Emma’s big toe was wriggling around in my mouth. Eww! I spit it out and sat up quickly, rubbing my arm where I had been kicked... where I’d kicked myself?

“Hey, not cool!” I said, looking at Emma. I was suddenly feeling very aroused. I felt my crotch -- it was wet. Emma had left this body horny as hell, and now I was the one feeling it.

“Don’t blame me, you kicked yourself!” Emma grinned mischievously. 

“I meant about suddenly having one of your disgusting toes in my mouth.”

Emma put a hand over her mouth, in mocking shock. So weird to think that a second ago I was the one controlling that hand.

“Oh, it’s not so bad.” she said. She sidled up to me, reaching her hand around my midriff to pull me closer. I leant in despite myself -- she had left me feeling very horny.

We kissed gently in our own bodies. I reached for her other arm and brought it up to my chest, enjoying being back in control physically. Still, there was a part of me that wanted to experience being thrown around and physically dominated again. It had been such a new and sexy experience…

Emma suddenly pushed me away and matter of factly walked over to her dresser, where she pulled out some soft rope with leather cuffs and a vibrating dildo.

“Hold this!” she ordered, passing me one end of the rope. It was really more like string, actually. It looked pretty flimsy. I gave it a test tug, and noticed I’d pretty easily be able to break it if I pulled hard.

Emma walked her tiny, perfect body in front of me and turned around. I was transfixed by her tight bum, which she was flexing subconsciously as she swayed in front of me. This girl was legit a goddess.

“Well?” she said, looking around. “Tie my hands together.”

I felt myself get more excited. I still hadn’t had an orgasm tonight, but a little bit of light bondage sounded like just the ticket -- especially if Emma was the one getting tied up. I pulled the rope around her small, supple wrists and felt another wave of pleasure through me as I realised -- it was her body getting tied up, not necessarily her.

“Now my feet.”

I got down to my knees and ran the string around her legs several times. I could see the nail polish on her toes was a bit chipped where she - I? - had sucked on it. I stood behind her and looked down over Emma's shoulder. I could remember seeing this view from the inside. It felt kind of funny looking down at that chest - those legs - from this angle but not being able to move or feel anything.

I slipped one of my own arms around her and gave Emma a soft kiss on the neck. Despite herself, she squirmed.

“Heyyyy, no squirming!” I whispered to her. 

“It doesn’t count.” Emma declared. “I’m ticklish on my neck. It’s involuntary.”

“Oh really?” I said, kissing her again. A little nibble. “I’m not ticklish at all. Too bad, right?”

I reached up and ran my fingers over her neck. She laughed and flinched away, and I went in harder, wiggling my fingers over her neck and shoulders and armpits with both hands.

“Oh! HAh! Haey- Stoo-”

Flash! 

“AhhGh! HAah aH ahahahaha! Oh! Ow! AHA” I couldn’t move my hands to protect myself! I squirmed and strained, but was attacked from all sides. I could barely move a muscle! AH! OoH! AHAHAHA!

The fingers relented. “Not ticklish, are you?”

I felt so weird. I’d never been ticklish before, and now the lightest touch on my neck was sending me into convulsive fits of laughter. We’d switched again, obviously, and I felt Emma’s body hot and heavy beneath me. I tried to move a hand to feel myself up, but I was tied up tight. That flimsy sting I could easily snap now felt nigh unbreakable. Damn.

I tried to take a step forward, away from Emma breathing close behind me, but my ankle caught in the rope, and I toppled in my unfamiliar body, my new boobs squashing on the floor painfully.

“That looked painful.” said Emma, nonchalantly. “How’s my body? I left it pretty horny for you.”

She was right, I could feel a pulsing energy radiating from her vagina, making me feel heavy and weak. This wasn’t fair! How come she was the one who got to decide when we switched every time!

I was greeted by the sight of my own bare feet as Emma walked around in front of me. She knelt down and waved the dildo in my face. 

“I bet you would love for me to use this on you.”

I nodded weakly, another jolt of pleasure as she slapped my bare arse. That beautiful pert bum I’d been admiring. I flexed it from the inside, just because I could. I bet an orgasm in this body would feel out of this world. I wondered what Emma had in store for me?