By two in the afternoon, Lilah returns to your home again. She's still wearing your jeans, as well as a large blue sweater. She's standing in front of your door in a giggling fit. Her arms are clutched around her middle. You let out a sigh of relief when you spot the sword she's holding in her hand. That meant she hadn't lost it.
"Hey stud," she says between giggles. She's squirming on her legs, her expression one of bliss and giddiness. With her new legs, your old ones, she's towering above you by a head.
You awkwardly smile at her as you step out of the doorway, letting Lilah in. You shut the door behind you. "What's going on babe?" You ask. "Why are you laughing like that? You look like a loonie if you giggle like that when holding a sword."
She turns to you with an unreadable smile plastered on her face. "Oh, it's nothing babe. I just made a new discovery using this sword. Here smell this," she says as she grabs your shoulder for support and holds her right arm before your nose. You jerk back in surprise. Where she's supposed to have a hand, now only a stump is left behind, an arm stump with short but messy black hairs at its end.
"Dude, what the hell?" You exclaim in disgust. "What did you do?" Had she stuck her own hairs at the end of her arm only to scare him? You had to say, you would be impressed. But then where did she leave her hand then?
"Oh shush, you wimp," Lilah counters. "Smell it or don't. You'll find out either way."
"No, I'm curious," you say, insulted at her challenge. "What did you do?"
She grins, clutching her thighs together as her eyes roll upwards. "Smell my finger?"
You make a face, but then lean in the take a whiff, holding her by her wrist to keep her from shoving her stump in your face. Your face contracts even more when you actually find out what the bush of hairs on the end of her arm smells like. It smells strong and musky, you realize. It smells like pussy.
"What?" You whisper in wonder.
"What you did to us the day before yesterday hon? That was just the tip of the iceberg. This sword is magic!"
She stumbles over to your bed, the one you had already shared with her last night. It bums you out a bit, given her repulsive swap hadn't made you particularly horny right now. You don't want her to make a mess on your sheets when you can't have fun along with her. Still, the trick is, you discover, to just keep watching. You would find out either way. You watch on as Lilah slowly spreads her legs while looking at you seductively. She's points down at her jeans, and you ogle her groin as you spot movement down there.
Not in the usual way, like a cock slowly hardening, but actual movement. Small, thin tendrils moving right beneath the zipper of her jeans, and you quickly make the connection with the stump on her right arm.
Sooner rather than later, you feel your own pussy moisten at the sight. You can almost imagine your own thumb circling your clit, without anyone realizing. Still, you feel a stab in your gut as you realize what that might signify. You unbuckle the belt of her jeans and lower them as you glance at her crotch. The first thing you see a hand, a right hand to be precise, attached the front of her groin.
It waves back at you, at the same moment Lilah says, "hey there, stud. Let me blow you a kiss." Her fingers plunge into her new hairy pussy, then as your new date says "mwah," they shoot out again and spread apart, leaving small strings of juices between them. Clearly, she's enjoying her newfound discovery. You can't help but feel fucking aroused by it yourself, but a bigger worry arises in you.
"Babe, where's my dick?" You ask.
"Hnn, right," she begins, between moans. "Remember my friend Natalie I told you about?" You nod. "Wellll, she kind of wanted to make a trade. She was fine us swapping boobs, but she wanted a swap herself as well." She removes her blue sweater, and you find that her boobs had indeed gotten considerably bigger. They have become black too, all of a sudden, but when having them completely covered, with a shirt and a bra for one, nobody could ever truly find out about them without Lilah's own say-so.
"She was curious about you cock as well. We had sex so she could test it out."
You throw your arms up in exasperation, blinking away the image of a black woman standing in front of you with a large, hard cock to fuck you with.
"Just great," you say", slightly angry. "I discover my girlfriend stole my cock, swapped it with somebody else, and then cheated on me with them as well."
She freezes up a bit, and lets her hand dangle in front of her cross. Her expression turns a bit sour as she sits up on your bed, annoyed by your anguish. "I didn't steal it. You were the one slicing me in half and dragging me into this in the first place! I'm not protesting or anything. And stop being such a scaredy-cat. Natalie's my friend, and I trust her. We've made a deal, and she's got your cock now. That doesn't mean she wants it forever, and she doesn't have the magic sword to make change herself back."
You sigh, feeling a bit downtrodden. All that was kinda true.
"Besides," Lilah says. You find out she's started circling her clit with her groin hand again. "It's only for one afternoon. I've convinced her and her boyfriend to come to my place tonight. And I'm inviting you now as well, for our swap party."
"Hah!" You laugh, jumping onto the bed next to your partner in crime. You passionately kiss her on the lips, as you grab the sword from her hand. Now rests your decision.