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The Mysterious Stranger and The Right Arm, Pt. 1
🕑 Added 2023-02-20 12:17:46 +0000 UTCThanks for reading! Part II this week for this. The next The Christmas Gift is wrapping up, too, and will post. And more surprises on the way!
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The Mysterious Stranger and The Right Arm, Pt. 1
My time back in this realm — back here on Earth — Is already showing itself to be productive. I sit in my villa considering all I have accomplished in the last few days.
How did I get a villa? Well — you'll find most things are easy once you're a Traveler.
I had come home merely to check in. To see my friend Jules. To pay a few games. Maybe have a beer. Before striking out again in the Infinite Realms.
Now Jules was Julie. He's getting fucked right this minute, actually. I know. I can feel it. His girlfriend isn't wearing a condom on her thick cock. Her balls are heavy with come, already experienced producers, making creamy payloads for my old friend's new pussy. It makes me smile. I like the idea of that kind of commitment.
Everyone I touch with my powers, I can feel completely. A collection of pleasure, building here around my neck; my necklace, slowly radiating into my bones. The black stone around my neck pulsates, transmitting to my marrow the moans of pleasure from the people I have helped.
Oh, I am helping people. For certain. Make no mistake — it might seem like a game of control, but for me that would be weakness. I do not seek change for my own sake. That would be wrong.
No — I am here to find and give people what they truly want.
For I have passed through realms of total freedom, and I can tell you one thing: The mass of humanity are like lights hidden under a blanket. They tell themselves pretty little lies to get by, scared to dive into the void that is truth, and come out the other side as new creatures. Rebirth.
Can you blame people — allegedly living in a world devoid of the kind of power I've seen in the Infinite Realms?
It's not that the power isn't here. It's that no one has chosen to see it yet. And going unnoticed, it lies dormant. To see it would mean taking full responsibility for the truth — but people desperately want to avoid responsibility for anything. They'd rather sell it on the cheap to a leader or an ideology and accept the crumbs that fall from the table. That is the bargain they have made. And bargaining is the surest way to avoid the truth.
Suddenly Pete's melodious soprano joins Julie's in my bones. My brother has mounted his restored wife's curvy feminine body. I think of Pete's new life as he coos at the thick cock pulsing inside of his dripping tight pussy, and the good I haven't given him with my vengeance.
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Do I have any other unsettled debts in this plane of existence? My mind wanders, and, quite suddenly, I remember my high school bully. Joe "Right Arm" Caddesh. Joe — the jerk on the wrestling team.
I remember him shoving me into the lockers. Forcing me at lunchtime to arm wrestle him, holding my hand firm and pulling me from the table into the floor. Shoving my head into my mashed potatoes.
I haven't thought of him for years. Suddenly, I can't help but find him out there on the Earth. I can't help but move my spirit to meet him. He's the same place he was when we left high school. Working in his dad's machine tool shop. Stuck in place.
I take him by his collar with my right hand — and pull him. I don't merely pull him to my villa. I pull him via another dimension, one through which his body has no hope but to feminize and change.
I led him through the dimension for only a fraction of a millisecond. Any more would have been irresponsible of me, and would have left him completely mad.
When he falls to my couch his balls are already sucking into his pelvis. His breasts swelling into his grip.
"Oh fuck. Where am I? What is this?!!" His voice is higher than my new sister-in-law's. He moans out, diving his hand in search of his balls.
"Don't make pursuit, Joe. Your future is resting on your restraint." He pushes his fingers inside of him, his legs moving instinctually. This is his first penetration. "Right now the fimbriae of your fallopian tubes are waiting for your testicles to settle into place as your new ovaries. But you do not want them to start moving."
"The fimbriae?"
"They are the frilly, finger-like projections at the ends of each of your fallopian tubes. Each month, they would catch a released egg from your ovaries and invite through your fallopian tubes and into your waiting womb."
His eyes widen in shock. He pushes his fingers deep, searching in vain. "Joe, you need to stop chasing your balls and relax. If you keep fingering yourself your fallopian tubes are going to move over your ovaries quickly, and then you will be in danger of releasing the very first egg of your new body. And if that happens, I can't send you back."
"Oh fuck."
He moans, legs flailing, spreading instinctually. "W-who are you?"
"And old friend."
"I don't recognize you."
I laugh. "Of course you don't. I was a mere detail in your life. A fun way to pass the time." His eyes search my face. He recognizes me, but my name is lost to him.
"You used to beat me up at school."
"Look. I'm sorry. That was a long time ago. I didn't mean to —"
"No need to apologize." I hold my hand up and smile. "Now tell me, is your right arm still the strongest in our town?"
His eyebrows arch quizzically.
"Joe. I would answer my questions quickly. While some of us have time to dally our lives around at our daddy's machine shops, a Traveler has a lot to do with his life and doesn't have time to spend hemming and hawing."
"Yes! Yes! My right arm is strong as ever. Please. Just let me go."
"I will." I nod. "But first I want to do a little arm wrestling."
"Arm wrestling?"
"Would it be wrong to expect your left arm is as strong as your right?"
The woman before me balked, her fingers slipping out of her beautiful pink pussy. Her arms were thin now, but no matter. The dimension she crossed through had merely changed the material it was provided in accordance with its form. This is what Joe would look like if he were a woman.
I looked over him. Not bad.
The stockings and heels were my last-second addition. His make up. The piercings through his ears. If he is going to make a choice, I want him to feel the options completely.
He moaned, not knowing where to put his hands. For a moment I smiled at his hands lack of surety.
"I asked you a question, Joe. 'Would it be wrong to expect your left arm is as strong as your right?' Please do not miss another question or you will be staying this way without a choice."
"Oh god," he chirped, "It wouldn't be wrong to expect my left arm is as strong as my right" He looked unsure.
"Good." I smiled. "Because I want a fair fight."
"Fight?"
"At this moment I am opening a portal to the dimension your body just passed through. It's a realm of pure femininity — we'll call it the "Pink Dimension", since if I uttered it's name in our dimension it would likely kill us both. It's a very powerful place. Nothing that is exposed to it can remain in masculine form while in contact with it. Anyway, I will open this portal. But — "
"But what?"
"I'm only opening it for your right arm."
"What?" his eyes darted to his right arm suspiciously. "My right arm."
I nodded. "Joe 'Right Arm' Caddesh. When I open this portal, the energy will course through your right arm. It will commune with your buried feminine nature and move according to its desires. Are you ready?"
"No!"
"Well, get ready. And please let me note something. It would be amiss to not inform you — or your right arm — that there are some lovely sex toys on the table behind you. That's is all."
I cricked my neck and opened the portal.
God, he flipped over so fast. It was a sight to see. An arm has no hope of control when exposed to the Pink dimension. His lithe hand felt each toy, discriminating length, vein, and circumference, before making a confident selection.
Joe fell on his back, watching his right hand weave the black monster through his swollen feminine folds. He cooed slighty to himself and quite suddenly, he aimed it, and pulled it towards him.
Her folds coated it and gave way, allowing it to slip in a few inches before meeting resistance. "Oh fuck." She moaned and threw her head back, the muscles in her legs flexing at the intrusion. She was impaling herself on it, her right hand and the energy of the Pink Dimension working in concert to give Joe's deep feminine nature what it obviously wanted.
Penetration.
And why not? It was clear the moment Joe fell onto my couch that the Pink Dimension had left her aroused, dripping, and ready to be fucked.
She moaned, cocking her neck, her right hand a flurry of thrusts. She was fucking herself, her left hand locked behind her left knee, sprading her thigh out to take her chosen toy deep. Watching her hand clutch her leg so strongly made me swell in my pants. The black stone around my neck flashed and spun, levitating a centimeter off my chest.
Yes.
"Joe?"
She wasn't listening. She was lost. Lost in pleasure.
"Joe?"
Her legs spread wider. Her hips hopped on the cushion beneath her, using the leverage of my couch to recoil and meet the big black dildo that was pummeling her pussy.
"Joe!"
"What."
"Remember — this is an arm wrestling contest. If you don't start fighting your right hand, you're fallopian tubes are going to get dangerously close to your new ovaries and you're going to stay like this forever."
I could see pure struggle in his eyes. Did he even have the will to fight? Perhaps I had made a challenge too difficult for Joe.
She moaned, using all of her power to release hold of her beautiful thigh and grab the dildo by its base, commencing with clear reservation to pull the dildo from her pussy, even as his right hand continued the onslaught.
"And Joe. . . "
"W-what?"
"Your fallopian tube is so close."
"Oh fuck."
And so began the fight of Joe's life. His left hand vs. her right. Push and pull.
Each pull of his left met with the opposite response of her right.
She began bouncing on the couch. Each bounce sending her back into the return thrust of the dildo.
His left bicep flexing with all its might. Her right tricep responding, playing out the deepest desires with her.
Through it all her moans grew louder. The dildo was winding up a clock inside of her.
If Joe wasn't careful, soon her alarm would go off.
Much like my old classmates, when Joe and I had wrestled, I sat back and enjoyed the fight.
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Thanks for reading. Part II this week! The next The Christmas Gift is wrapping up. And more surprises on the way.
Comments
Dave Collins
I Love these dark mysterious starnger stories they are so dark and sooo much fun keep it coming 👍
