Stuck As His Fantasy (Complete Edition)

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Stuck as His Fantasy (Part 1)

Jim had a very unique taste in women. Ever since he'd hit puberty he'd become obsessed with women with absolutely insane proportions. Like scientifically impossible level proportions. Massive tits double the size of their heads, thighs that could suffocate you, a colossal ass and hips that went way past child-bearing and entered the realm of a goddess of fertility. All of this in the package of an otherwise slim, absurdly beautiful and graceful despite the ridiculous sizes. His dream woman was quite frankly impossible. But hentai had him covered. There women could be as unrealistic as he wanted. This led to him going down a rabbit whole where his taste in women grew even more ridiculous. He naturally found himself gravitating towards MILFs. Particularly housewives. He loved the idea of a woman who was kind, caring and gentle being an absolute freak in the bed. His favorite category was female domination. He loved the dichotomy of the normally loving wife teasing and bossing around her husband sexually and having unhealthy amounts of sex. Hours long and going through condom after condom. Taking a short break before going back at it. He loved those multi-panel pages of a couple going at it in different positions as time elapsed. He loved the women being penetrated by these overly massive cocks. Of completely giving into their lust and somehow remaining in control. But it was always between a husband and wife. Jim absolutely loathed NTR, ugly bastard and cheating. In his mind, marriage was a vow of eternal love. The husband and wife should love each other so deeply no outside would ever be able to butt in. He knew he'd never find a woman to meet his criteria, but he didn't act out or try to force his ideals upon anyone else. He merely enjoyed his fantasy in peace and didn't hurt anyone. Which is why he was so confused when his mother found his stash and got absolutely livid with him.

He came up to his room one day to see his mom flipping through on of the books he'd gotten his friend's older brother to buy for him. She looked up at him, face flushed and snapped,

"Jim, what the hell is this?" Jim wasn't sure how to answer. He was certain it was a trick question, but from the look on his mother's face he didn't really have a choice in answering.

"It's porn." He parents weren't prudes and had given him safe sex talks the day he turned 13, so he wasn't sure why she was so mad. It was natural to look at porn and Jim was certain his parents did as well. He'd seen the old videos in the closet.

"I know what it is!" She flipped the book to face him and pointed to the titular Japanese housewife hoovering her husband's oversized cock. "What the fuck is this?" Now Jim was really confused. His mother seemed equal parts embarrassed and angry.

"It's a woman?" Jim knew he was probably going to get yelled at no matter how he answered.

"No duh. I'm talking about this!" She leafed through more pages of the woman dominating her husband. Riding his massive cock. Denying him release. "This is completely unhealthy! Is this why you don't have a girlfriend? Because of this?"

"Mom, I'm 16. Believe it or not, I'm trying my best. I'm not exactly attractive or good at sports."

"No! It's because you tug your little friend off to this! This poor woman's back must be in pain constantly. How can she find clothes? If a woman was actually fully penetrated by a penis this size, that deep, she would die!"

"Mom, she's not real. She never will be. It's just a fantasy I jerk off too. It's not like I expect real women to be like that!" Jim was getting a little heated himself. His mother was being unreasonable. "I don't get what you're mad at!"

"Oh? How would you like to be a woman like this, huh? Some sex fiend that looks like she can't move comfortably?"

"What the hell mom, that doesn't make any sense. I like women." His mother glared.

"Then have some empathy!" Now Jim was mad. The woman was a drawing.

"The woman has a happy fulfilling marriage. Who cares if she likes sex? You know what, I'd love to be like her. I'd love to live like that! Having a husband that listens to what I say and cares about me. Living a normal life but having as much messy sex as I want. Having an insane body like her that always feels great and looks good no matter what I do!" He could see his mom's mouth drop open at his outburst. He didn't expect himself to go so far, but screw it. "And I bet you'd have a different opinion if you were like the husband in the story! You wouldn't be able to control yourself around a sweet and gentle housewife with a body like that! I bet you're mad because you're just jealous. I bet you want to be pampered like him. Work a high paying job and come home to be bossed around in the bedroom!" His mother's eyes seemed like they couldn't go any wider and she didn't seem to be able to form coherent sentences. Her face was redder than a tomato and Jim wondered if his outburst didn't have a grain of truth. He finished his rant and moved over to grab the book, but when their hands met the world spun.

When Jim awoke he found himself in an unfamiliar bedroom next to an unfamiliar man. He got up and found two enormous globes attached to his chest. Jim discovered she was now her ultimate fantasy: an overly curvy Japanese housewife named Ayane Nakamura. She panicked a bit until she learned her husband Kenji was actually her mother. [Oh, this could be fun.]

Stuck as His Fantasy (Part 2)

It had been a month since Jim had become Ayane Nakamura. After the argument with her mother they'd both been dragged into this alternate reality where she'd become her dream woman; an overly curvy and excessively beautiful Japanese housewife. Meanwhile her mother had become her extremely good looking, well endowed and successful businessman husband Kenji. She hadn't exactly been thrilled to wake up as her dream woman, she would've much preferred sleeping with her, but she'd decided that if she couldn't fuck her dream woman being her was the second best option. Much to her surprise, she actually enjoyed it. The worlds logic was mostly the same as her original world, only it seemed custom tailored to allow her to thrive. Her massive curves caused her no pain, her skin and hair seemed flawless and she had no troubles in flexibility. In fact, she seemed just as nimble and flexible as a professional gymnast. Clothes were also easy to find in her size and she'd seen several women with similar proportions to her, though none looked nearly as good as her. Something she had found herself oddly proud of. For the first time in her life she was proud of her looks. When she had first transferred over she had been uncomfortable with everyone's gazes. Now she loved the looks of envy from women and lust from men. It made her feel powerful. Of course she was happily married so she turned down every advance, but it still made her feel good.

When they had first started out in their new lives the discovered that Kenji and Ayane were 25 year old newlyweds who had just gotten back from their honeymoon. Ayane had Kenji had a serious discussion that morning. They ended up agreeing to live out their new lives for the time being, as trying to tell anyone would end them up in a mental institution and they had 0 clue how to change back. Ayane had insisted they call each other by their new names. Kenji had been hesitant at first but her arguments of "what if people outside heard us. They'd think we're crazy!" convinced him. So Ayane had become a housewife while Kenji went to work. That was how she became a stay at home wife: cooking, cleaning, shopping and of course furiously masturbating to her own body. She was just glad whatever magic at work had made them fluent in Japanese, otherwise looking up recipes would've been hell. What surprised her was the more she did her chores the more she just "knew" how to do things. She was soon a pro at Japanese cooking like she'd been doing it for years. Kenji had remarked how delicious her cooking was and she'd been so touched she'd started cooking elaborate lunches for him, even buying several large lunchboxes. When Kenji had remarked how jealous his co-workers were, as a joke she started including little notes in his lunchbox. They were cute, sometimes flirty, and filled with her "eternal love" for him. She'd enjoyed his embarrassed reaction so much when he'd gotten home that night that she had wondered how fun it would be to role-play. The idea of pretending to be her dream woman appealed to something deep within her.

Ayane started acting exactly how her fantasy women used to act: kind, caring, gentle, friendly. She was having a lot of fun. Ayane discovered that the more she pretended the more things...shifted. She soon found herself saying things like "Ara ara" unironically as her personality shifted. She should've been bothered by her personality itself shifting, but she was too turned on to care. She discovered that she could shape who she was just by acting. She fully dove in. She discovered merely having the body and pretending wasn't nearly half as exhilarating as actually becoming her idea of a perfect woman.

With her changes she discovered something else: memories. As she became more of her ideal Ayane, new memories formed in her mind. She remembered growing up, going to school, meeting Kenji and falling in love. New numbers seemed to just appear in her phone as she gained an entire life. She had family, friends, aspirations and dreams. Soon she'd managed to shift her hobbies to ones she thought Ayane should have: cooking, hanging out with friends, shopping, reading romance novels and of course sex. Not that she'd actually had any, but she'd fantasized enough that it now entered her mind regularly. What surprised her was the partner she found herself thinking of was Kenji. She was equal parts bemused and frustrated that her fantasies now regularly included Kenji instead of women. In fact, she no longer found women attractive. Overall though, she was greatly enjoying the housewife life. She had a lot of fun calling up her friends and hanging out with them or chatting with her mother. Kenji had been seriously surprised when she got home late one day and told him she went to see her mother. Of course she'd told him ahead of time, but when he'd blushed and mumbled about being worried about her she couldn't help herself. She clung to him saying things like "Oh, I'm glad you missed me!" and "Give your wife a kiss!" Her favorite thing to do was tease Kenji. Whenever they went out together she insisted on holding his arm or hand and leaning against him enjoying his reaction. Several times she'd even gotten him to kiss her in public. She would often come out of the bathroom in nothing but a towel desperately trying to cover her curves to watch him blush. Kenji had stopped pushing her away and protesting. He even seemed to be enjoying it. Though he'd been sleeping in the guest bedroom as the only pajamas she owned were extremely sexy nighties. She'd invited him to join her, but he'd always refused. Though she knew the reason for his hesitance it started getting to her. She started worrying if she wasn't beautiful enough, if he hated her, if he didn't love her. She shared her worries with her friends and they told her to just seduce him. She was a beauty without compare and they'd apparently always been a fairy tale couple, so they were certain it would work.

Later that night she was dressed in a new set of lingerie she'd bought with her best friend for the occasion. She was outside the guest bedroom working up her courage. [It's ok. You're the sexiest woman in the world and he loves you. You got this Ayane!] She breathed several times in and moved to knock on the door, but paused when she heard Kenji inside. She leaned against the door and heard him moaning, "Fuck yes, Ayane! I love your tits!" She pulled back blushing and covered her mouth. He really was thinking about her. Probably as much as she did about him. A stupid grin formed on her face and all of her nervousness disappeared. She had no reason why she needed to be nervous in the first place. Her dream woman was incredibly confident in herself. She was the dominant force in the bedroom. Her husband worshiped her and her body. She was a sex fiend, with incredible skills that would leave a man breathless and never able to forget her. She just needed to act this way and it would be so. She opened the door and marched in. Kenji caught sight of her and squeaked, "Oh my god, Ayane! What are you doing?!" Kenji seemed frozen as she moved over to him and didn't move to hide his enormous erection. Ayane licked her lips and felt her pussy soak. She wrapped a slender hand around it,

"You naughty boy Kenji! Sneaking away to masturbate about me. Don't you know the proper place for your cum is on or in your wife? I won't forgive you," she tightened her grip and saw him tense up. "We're going to make up for lost time tonight!" Ayane said as she lowered her mouth to his cock. "Since you've been such a bad boy you're not allowed to cum until I say so." With those final words she dove in.

Ayane woke up the next morning feeling absolutely fantastic. She looked over to Kenji next to her sleeping peacefully and smiled. They'd spent all night making love in various positions. Their lust for each other had finally exploded over and Ayane knew there would be no going back.

Over the next several weeks they completely became the married couple they appeared to be in every way. They were constantly absorbed in each other's bodies and Ayane's heart swelled whenever she saw him. One thing they hadn't expected at the start of this was genuinely falling in love, but in happened. They had talked about it, and now neither of them wanted to go back. Kenji loved being a big strong man with a great career who everyone looked up to. Not to mention how much he loved his wife. Ayane loved her new life as a housewife and couldn't ever go back to being a man. Especially if it meant giving up Kenji. A few month later Ayane discovered she was pregnant and the two of them couldn't be happier.