Not His Day

He nervously paced back and forth in his house, awaiting the coming moment with unease. It was almost midnight, the start of a new day, the end of his time and the beginning of hers. His sweaty skin was one of the signals of her arrival. He heard the grandfather clock chime, he had waited until the last second and now it was time. He stripped off his clothes and stumbled out into the hallway, sweat flowing from every pore. He felt something shift underneath his skin, bulging, pulsing and stretching as if it were trying to get out. Every part of his body throbbed, he groaned, his deep voice resonating and then cracking to a high pitch feminine moan for a moment. There she was. He felt his manhood stiffen and stand straight up, she was here and enjoying his body, just as he enjoyed hers. He stumbled to the floor onto his knees, and heat poured off of him, his skin burned red hot. He heard the stretching and pulling of his skin all around him. His buttocks pushed out and bulged, stretching the skin of his back, the outward sign of her feminine curves showing through. He felt his penis throb below him and touch the floor, he crawled forward slowly, somehow it eased the uncomfortableness of the whole situation, fooling himself into believing he was still in control of this body. As he approached a step up in the hall, he reached out with his left hand and watched it pulse, expand and burst open, his discarded large male hand falling limp to the floor and a lithe feminine hand emerged from within glistening in some kind of magical protoplasm. He moaned again, and his voice cracked and another feminine moan superseded it. He felt an orgasm wash over him as he ejaculated all over the floor. Suddenly two voices fought for dominance from his mouth, his low pitched groans and her high pitched climaxing moaning as he came again and again. His foot bulged and burst open revealing her smaller female foot, and the orgasms continued, his male essence completely draining and pooling below him. His chest began to tighten as it expanded, two mounds of flesh building up from within, as the female anatomy made itself more and more known. No longer able to withstand the strain, the skin of his chest tore open, her large nipples piercing through, and the mass of flesh behind them expanding outward. He let out one final deep moan, before he found his mouth being filled up by a rising mass as she worked her head up his neck and out from his throat. His jaw opened unusually wide and her entire face emerged from his mouth, letting out a long deep female moan. His vision began to blur and his eyes darted around, as his face was slowly peeled back, making room for hers. His endless ejaculation finished and she stood up, now in control and wearing him like a suit. She gripped the skin still clinging around her breasts and tore open his shell. She slid off his limp slimy form and stepped out, dropping him onto the floor and onto his own sticky mess. His consciousness now embedded within her, she was now in control. She looked around and lamented at the mess he’d always leave behind when changing. When he became her, there wasn’t nearly as much to clean up. But it was not his day now, it was hers, and she would make the most of the time she had before it was up and her feminine shell was removed in the same way.