Jason grows more enchanted with being in his coworker’s sexy MILF body, even as his hope of ever transforming back into his old self disappears in Double Trouble 2.
Jason has been transformed into his hot coworker’s MILF body and tries to explain it all to his wife, Ellie. They were already having problems in their marriage and this may push it over the edge.
Ellie alternates between jealous rage and lust for Jason’s new body. She accuses him of enjoying being transformed into a copy of his busty coworker, Marcy. It’s an accusation Jason finds hard to deny because he’s always been attracted to Marcy. It’s even harder to resist now that he has her body at his beck and call whenever the urge takes him.
The impending end of Jason’s marriage drives him and Marcy closer together, as they try to figure out whether it’s possible to transform Jason back into himself at all.
Or whether he’s stuck as her clone forever.
Ellie blocked the doorway to the apartment, her arms folded as Jason recounted the events of yesterday. The crazy woman grabbing Marcy. The muttered curse. The accidental change. The hideout at Marcy’s place. Everything except what he’d done while alone in Marcy’s body and with her husband. Ellie kept shaking her head, incredulous, her pale blue eyes growing wider all the time.
“I know it sounds crazy,” Jason said when he’d finished. “But I promise you it’s the truth.”
“It is,” Marcy affirmed, beside him.
Ellie took a step back into her apartment. “Okay…ummm…”
“Look,” Jason said, fishing through his pockets. “I have my phone. I know my code.” He unlocked it and held it up to show her the wallpaper background of the two of them on their honeymoon in the Bahamas.
Ellie’s eyes were wide and glittered with tears. “Maybe you stole it.”
He was losing her. “Okay, listen we…you and I…” Jason said, speaking quickly and racking his brain for secrets known only to him and Marcy. “We have a cat named Stammer. You named him because he has such a weird meow. You still have your wedding dress in a storage box along with a snake that was your favorite stuffed animal when you were a baby. My pet name for you is Honey Bunches of Oats after a dumb cereal commercial from my childhood.”
That last one paused Ellie, even as he noticed Marcy stifle a slight smile. Ellie had her hand on the door, paused in the act of closing it.
“Oh my god. Jason.” She looked him up and down for the first time. Her eyes flicked to Marcy, then back to Jason. “Jesus.”
“Can I come in?”
Ellie wordlessly stood aside. Jason glanced back at Marcy, who mouthed ‘I’ll call you’ and then slipped away down the corridor.
When Jason stepped inside, Ellie closed the door behind him and stared at him. Jason used to be taller than her by about a head but, in Marcy’s body, he was now the same height. Ellie was slender, with the long, lean legs of a runner and a lithe body with shallow curves. Jason realized that he was now had a much bigger bust than his wife. And a plumper butt.
“You’re really a woman.” Ellie finally said after a long pause.
“Yes.”
“Like…everywhere.” Ellie said, gesturing at his body.
“Yes.”
“An exact copy of her.”
“Yes.”
“Fuck. And that woman who cursed Marcy?”
“We couldn’t find her but I’m going to keep looking. I just couldn’t impose on Marcy anymore. I wanted to come home and see you.” He took a step towards her, his arms outstretched, but she drew back.
“This is all…I don’t know how to treat you.” She chewed nervously on her thumbnail, her pale blue eyes still wide with amazement.
“It’s still me in here.”
“It’s so hard to believe. I mean…you sort of act like yourself but everything else is…her.”
Their cat, Stammer, had crept into the living room. Jason knelt and held out his hand.
“Hey, buddy,” he said. Stammer was shy around strangers, and he didn’t come any closer to Jason. “Really? You, too?”
“So what are we supposed to do?” Ellie said.
Jason stood up and heard his knees pop. It reminded him that he was older now. Had lost about 15 years.
“I don’t have a plan other than stay here tonight and go back out looking for the woman tomorrow.”
“What about your work? What about our friends?”
“Obviously, I can’t face them. We’ll just…say I had to go on a business trip or something.”
“What if you can’t change back?”
“Ellie,” he said, stepping towards her and putting his hands on her shoulders. This time she let him, though she tensed. “I’ll find her. I’ll change back.”
He wanted to kiss her. Hug her. Anything to feel that closeness. She was closed off to him now and he didn’t blame her. He could sense if he tried to kiss her with Marcy’s lips she wouldn’t take it well. She just needed time.
They spent an awkward evening together, both of them walking on eggshells around each other. Jason tried to force some levity every now and then as Ellie made them dinner. She smiled politely at his jokes but she was still put off by his new appearance. He felt like he did when they were first dating. Learning to live with each other but without that bright spark of desire that could carry on a new relationship.
They both drank more than usual. Soon, the room had taken on a warm blur and Jason’s problem seemed more manageable.
They ate in front of the television, plates on their knees. Jason dropped a piece of chicken and it bounced onto his shirt, splattering a dot of juices. He dabbed the spot on his breast with a napkin, which made his tit bounce. He glanced up to see Ellie analyzing him.
“What?” He asked.
“You’re just…I don’t know…so casual with her body.”
“It’s my body for now. I mean, it feels like my body. I’ve had a day to get used to this.”
“Do you…feel anything about her?”
“What do you mean?” Ellie set her plate down and turned to him, resting an elbow across the back of the couch and splaying her fingers through her blonde hair. Her eyes were half lidded. She’d drunk nearly as much as he had. “Come on, Jason, she’s a good looking woman. Are you attracted to her?”
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