Mike TV - Part 1

“Dude! That was insane! I was really in the TV show. I was the guy in the show.”

James laughed smugly, “I know! This shit is wild.”

“Can this device let you jump into any TV show or movie?”

“Yeah, just about?” James replied, “Wanna borrow it over the weekend?”

“Really? Can I?” I asked gleefully.

"Hell yeah, man," James said, handing me the small, sleek device, "Just don't break it or lose it. And don't tell anyone else about it. This is our little secret, got it?"

I nodded eagerly, already scrolling through the endless possibilities in my mind, "Thanks, dude. This is gonna be epic."

As soon as I got home, I locked myself in my room and examined the device. It was about the size of a smartphone, with a glossy black screen and a single button on the side.

I turned on my TV and started flipping through channels. But my thumb hovered on the remote. I wondered… Did this thing work with porn?

I felt a mix of excitement and guilt as I pulled out my laptop and navigated to a private browser tab. My heart raced as I searched for a video.

What would it be like to actually be inside an adult film? The thought both thrilled and terrified me.

"Screw it," I muttered, hitting play and activating the device.

There was a blinding flash of light, and suddenly I found myself on a gaudy set with tacky furniture and harsh lighting.

But something was deeply wrong.

The heat from the bright studio lights beat down on my now-unfamiliar skin, and I could feel long hair brushing against my bare shoulders. 

Suddenly, a large, pulsating object pushed its way into my mouth, filling it with an overwhelming warmth. My heart raced as I panicked, my eyes widening in shock and realization of what was happening. This was far from what I had anticipated. Desperately, I attempted to pull away but a firm hand clamped down on the back of my head, firmly holding me in place. My body trembled with fear and confusion as I struggled against the unwelcome intrusion.

"Yeah, that's it baby," a deep voice growled above me, "Just like that."

He eventually pulled out his appendage.

I stumbled backwards, gasping and wiping my mouth. My heart was pounding as I took in my new body - definitely female, and definitely not mine. This was all wrong. I hadn't thought it through at all.

My co-star loomed over me on the bed. I scrambled backward, my mind reeling. This wasn't at all what I had imagined. I wasn't supposed to be the woman in the scene - I was supposed to be the man!

I tried to speak, to explain that there had been some terrible mistake, but the words wouldn't come out. My body seemed to be on autopilot, responding to the scene as it had been scripted.

"Let's move on to the next position," a voice called from off-camera.

My co-star grinned and grabbed my hips, flipping me over. I felt utterly powerless, trapped in this unfamiliar body, unable to stop what was happening.

With a sharp gasp, I felt him slip inside me. My eyes snapped shut as I desperately tried to distance myself from the unwanted intimacy. But my body betrayed me, responding to his touch with wave after wave of intense pleasure that seemed to crash over me like relentless waves against a shore. Each touch sent shivers down my spine and I longed for the sensation to end, even as my mind screamed in horror at the violation.

I let out a low, sensual sound and arched my back as his fingers traced over my skin. I was completely lost in the moment, unable to resist the overwhelming physical pleasure that consumed me.

But then something changed - something clicked inside me. As much as I hated what had happened to me and the situation I found myself in...I wanted this man.

Desperately.

“Ohh, yeah,” Feminine moans of pleasure escaped my lips, “Fuck me harder, baby.”

He grunted and increased his pace, thrusting deeper into me with each movement. My vision blurred and my mind went blank, consumed by the intoxicating sensations taking over my body.

And then it happened - an intense release that rocked me to the core. My whole body tensed and shuddered as I cried out in pure ecstasy.

The man pulled out of me.

I found myself kneeling down in front of him. I dreaded what was going to happen next.

A wave of thick, warm liquid splattered against my face, coating it in a sticky film.

To my horror, I found myself savoring the lingering taste on my lips. The woman I had become couldn't resist the temptation and she stuck out her tongue to lick up every last bit of the delectable substance.

I was overcome with shame at the perverse satisfaction I felt from consuming the repulsive substance.

"Cut! That's a wrap," called the director, "Great work, everyone."

Then I found myself back in my real body.

I gasped, clutching my chest as I found myself back in my own room, in my own body. The laptop screen still glowed with the paused video. My hands shook as I slammed it shut.

But part of me, a part I was ashamed to acknowledge, wanted to try again. To experience more. To push the boundaries even further.