Chapter #4Help! Kinky Aliens Swapped Our Heads! by: Unknown "...'Arma-Defeated!' will be the slogan plastered across every worldwide tabloid, newspaper, and online editorial today, hours after it was confirmed that the head swapping vermin from outer space who attempted to disorient the human race in an unprecedented attack last Tuesday have been eradicated from their last stronghold in the western region of Bangladesh. Fortunately for us all, it seems they had no answer for the prevailing ability of the human spirit! This has been Manjula Bhatti, reporting to you all from the body of my recently holiday-departed co-host, Mick Smith. Coming up, ten tips for ladies overcoming erectile dysfunction..."
Kiran's eyes slowly widened as the faintest wisps of sunlight trickled through the curtain of her shared apartment, much to her annoyance. Such a minute thing was hell to a light sleeper like her so, instead of collapsing back into the sheets only to restlessly roll around for five minutes trying to get back to sleep, she groggily pushed them off her, exposing a pair of milk-chocolate coloured toes. Everything up to her neck was of the same complexion in fact, a noteworthy side-effect of the sudden (and, quite frankly, weird) invasion attempt that'd happened just a week prior, where hordes of alien ships had indiscriminately lopped off people's heads before haphazardly stitching them back onto the bodies of random people in the same vicinity.
Kiran stretched upwards as she yawned, her muscular arms almost grazing the roof above her. Afterwards she let them flop to her sides, too lazy to stand up but well aware that if she lay back down she'd never get up for work in time. She reached a hand up to her neck, pushing her dyed black hair to the side to feel around the jagged pink scar that connected her cute face to Darrell's masculine body. The flesh around it wasn't as sore as it had been on the days following the exchange, thankfully, but the skin was somewhat raised and inflamed.
Turning to her bedside table, Kiran rummaged around inside before grabbing a pack of Ibuprofen and tossing one in her mouth. She grabbed a bottle that she'd placed nearby, taking care to handle it carefully so as not to crush it with her strengthened grip and have water dripping off her face again, and gulped down some water.
With that out of the way she finally shimmied her way out of her bed, her larger toes making the floor creak as she plodded her way towards the adjacent upstairs bathroom. After closing the door, she stared down into the bowl. To think she used to pee sitting down... She still could, but didn't see much point in it.
Especially not on a day like today. She grinned mischievously as she hooked her indexes into the white fabric of her new boxers, donated somewhat begrudgingly by Darrell, and shimmied them down her strong thighs and sturdy calves. Kiran whistled in appreciation as she peered down to her crotch, admiring the slithering black python staring back up at her.
It hadn't taken her long to become accustomed to the concept of morning wood. Darrell's genitals seemed to be enamored by the concept, consistently taking the opportunity to salute its new operator whenever it came about. It didn't take much encouragement for Kiran to pop a full boner, something that'd flustered her at the very beginning but had soon become something that she had grown to respect. Wet dreams would often invade her mind in the wee hours of the night, especially if she'd pegged her fiancé a little while before retiring for the night.
And yes, to you curious folk reading this, she'd still managed to maintain a healthy sex life, even after all of these intergalactic shenanigans. It helped that her fiancé, Sean, had been swapped himself, namely with the aging (but still in great shape) head beautician from the salon adjacent Wilko, Carly. Besides, proud as he might be, Sean was just as eager to explore his new equipment as Kiran had been. He insisted on going on top during each lovemaking session, which was a tad annoying, but as long as Kiran had the chance to stuff her new d*ck into his piehole and blow a fat load down into his insides she wasn't really picky on how she got to do it.
"Good morning to you too, mate," Kiran snickered, wrapping both hands around her bulbous knob. "Shall we?"
Taking great care not to push too hard, Kiran began to sink her fingers into the engorged flesh and pump backwards and forwards over the shaft, over and over until the resultant friction began to heat her hands. She moaned quietly, not wanting to wake up Sean if he was still sleeping in the guest bedroom (his work started much later; besides, Kiran was a snorer). Sweat began to slick her forehead a minute or so in as she neared orgasm. She could feel it coming soon, and her toes tensed in anticipation.
"...Oh, sh*tting f*ck!"
White and yellow streaks splattered the basin as Kiran deposited her seed, and a little pee, down the toilet's gaping maw. She stumbled momentarily, her knees weak from the sheer euphoric pleasure, and steadied herself against the bathroom wall. She chuckled dryly as she basked in the wave of erotic bliss for a moment or two. Female orgasms were much harder to come by, and thus all the more cathartic when experienced. Alas, what the male experience lacked in longevity, it more than made up for in sheer enjoyment.
Now fully spent, for now at least, Kiran staggered her way over to the bathtub and opened the tap. She had work to go to after all, headswapped or not. As she clambered inside and lay down- as comfortably as she could considering that she had to stick her legs over the side to even fit inside- she wondered how Darrell was doing on the other side of the exchange.
"Well, I hope," she muttered to herself as she submerged her newly acquired body deeper into the water, enjoying the feel of it lapping across her flattened torso and already reenergised penis.
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