Well, hello there…
It’s been a minute since I’ve written in my Freaky Friday Fiction corner. Hasn’t it?
Consider this your official welcome back. Same door. Same low lighting. Same unapologetic curiosity.
This week’s story is a little extra special because it’s a playful spin-off from one of my favs… Phil P Shepherd. His imagination is deliciously bold.
So, when he shared his latest gender-bending adventure and asked me to collab, I couldn’t stop thinking about what was happening in the lab while he and his lady were fully immersed in their own experience.
You don’t need to read Phil’s chapters first to enjoy this story, but if you want the full, layered, mind-melting gender-swap experience, I highly recommend it.
You can read it here —> Him & Her
Let’s see what Tina and Penny were up to while the system hummed, and the subjects were otherwise occupied.
Same lab. Same experiment in the background. Very different perspective.
BUT FIRST: Sex & Content Disclosure
Be advised—> This post contains explicit erotic themes and is intended strictly for adults.
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All characters and scenarios depicted are fictional, imagined, and portrayed as consenting adults.
This story exists for creative expression, erotic fiction, pure fantasy, and hella pleasure.
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The soft, rhythmic hum of the Advanced Gender Adventures laboratory was the only sound.
It was a deep, resonant thrum that vibrated through the polished floor and up into Tina’s bones.
On the main display, two figures lay. Each on the transformation couches, their forms shimmering with a soft, bioluminescent light.
Phil and Beth were gone, their consciousnesses fully submerged in the tailored realities of their chosen genders.
Their vitals scrolled down a side panel. They were steady, perfect. The system was running itself.
Tina leaned over the main console, her knuckles white where they gripped the edge.
Her eyes were fixed on the data streams, but she wasn’t really seeing them. A secondary feed, one she’d kept minimized, pulsed with a warmer, more erratic rhythm.
Resonance Feedback: Ambient.
It was picking up her own bio-signature, her elevated heart rate, and the slight flush of her skin.
The system was so sensitive that it could map the emotional state of anyone in the control room. A design flaw? Or maybe, a feature she’d never admitted to installing.
“Their synaptic integration is at ninety-seven percent,” she said, her voice tighter than she intended. “Proceeding nominally.”
“Is it?” Penny’s voice came from just behind her left shoulder, soft and knowing.
She’d moved without a sound. “The system’s reading an anomaly, Tina. Low-level, but persistent. In the control environment.”
Tina didn’t turn. She could feel the heat of Penny’s body, smell the clean, ozone-and-vanilla scent of her.
“Environmental static. It’s negligible,” I announced.
“It’s not environmental.” A finger, cool and precise, tapped the corner of the minimized feed.
The graph expanded, showing the jagged, climbing line of the resonance feedback. It synced almost perfectly with Tina’s own pulse. “It’s you.”
The accusation… no, the observation… hung in the air like a permission slip.
Tina finally turned. Penny stood there in her lab coat and Crocs.
Her eyes, a sharp, intelligent grey, held Tina’s without blinking. She was smiling, just a little. Her breasts kept Tina’s eyes locked on her chest.
Penny saw the way Tina’s breath hitched when the subjects moaned in their dream-states, the way her posture grew rigid, not from stress, but from a fierce, contained need.
The laboratory, with its charged, fused air and intimate transformations, was a crucible. The heat did things to them.
“The subjects are stable,” Penny murmured, her gaze dropping to Tina’s lips. “The system is autonomous for the next forty-seven minutes. We’re alone.”
The words were a key turning in a lock. Tina’s professional composure, the shell she wore like her white coat, cracked.
A sharp, hot breath escaped her. She’d been holding it for hours.
“The monitors—” she started, a weak protest. “—are recording physiological data, not video.
And I already routed the audio feed to white noise.” Penny’s hand came up, her fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from Tina’s forehead.
The touch sparked instantly. “No one is watching us.”
Whatever restraint Tina had been clinging to dissolved at that. Her hands came up, not to stop Penny, but to grab at her coat, pulling her close with unmistakable intent.
Their mouths met in a breathless clash rather than a kiss. It was urgent, unguarded, all the hunger they’d been holding back finally colliding as they melted into each other.
The sterile, hot air of the lab was suddenly even more thick with the scent of their arousal.
Penny made a low, approving sound against Tina’s mouth, her own hands coming to cradle Tina’s face, thumbs stroking her cheekbones.
Penny broke the kiss, gasping, her forehead resting against Tina’s.
Her eyes fluttered closed. “God, Tina… I’ve been watching Phil and Beth. Feeling the system echo…”
“I know,” Tina murmured, her mouth grazing Penny’s jaw, teeth catching just enough to make her inhale sharply.
“We see the data. Every spike, every surge of their pleasure sends a ripple through the system. Like a sympathetic vibration.”
It was true. The technology was built on neural resonance, on feedback loops that blurred the line between observer and participant.
And Tina, tethered to the system as its architect and overseer, felt every subtle tremor it whispered back.
Phil’s dawning wonder at his new female form. Beth’s shivering ecstasy as her reality as a man.
It was a constant, low-grade thrum of sensation in the back of her skull, in the pit of her stomach. It had been building all day, a pressure with no release.
Until now.
Penny’s mouth found the pulse point on Tina’s neck, sucking gently, then harder.
Tina’s head fell back with a choked moan. Her hands released Penny and scrambled for the buttons of her own lab coat, fumbling it open.
Penny helped, pushing the stiff fabric off Tina’s shoulders until it pooled on the floor. Then her hands were on Tina’s naked waist.
The touch of skin on skin was a shock. But Tina arched into it.
Penny’s palms were cool, her fingers seeking and finding Tina’s beautiful breasts with practiced ease. A tongue flick to one nipple, and then one to the other.
Tina’s breasts were at the mercy of Penny’s hands.
“Fuck,” Tina hissed, the curse torn from her.
Penny’s thumbs circled her nipples, already hard and pebbled.
The heat, the suction, the flick of her tongue was immediate and devastating. Tina cried out, her hands flying to Penny’s head, fingers tangling in her hair.
She held her there, pressing her closer, riding the wave of sensation that crashed through her.
It was amplified, somehow, by the steady hum of the equipment, by the knowledge that just meters away, two other bodies were experiencing their own profound transformations.
Penny switched to the other breast again, lavishing it with the same attention, her free hand sliding down over Tina’s bare stomach.
Tina was trembling, her legs unsteady. Penny guided her back until her hips hit the edge of the central console.
“Lean back,” Penny instructed, her voice husky.
Tina obeyed, bracing herself on her elbows on the console. The main display lit up her flushed skin from below, casting dramatic shadows.
Data streams for Phil and Beth continued their serene scroll beside her. Penny dropped to her knees on the hard floor, her hands making quick work of Tina’s pussy.
The ‘waste heat’ from the electronics was overwhelming the ventilation system, and the temperature climbed to unexpected levels.
She was already wet, her heat unmistakable beneath the sterile glow of the lab lights.
Penny didn’t pause or pull away.
Instead, she pressed herself between Tina’s thighs with a soft, hungry sound that Tina felt straight through her sweaty, sticky clit.
Tina’s Crocs flew off with a careless kick, her toes flexing, pink and perfect.
Penny’s first slow sweep of the tongue was deliberate and unrestrained.
It sent a sharp rush through Tina’s body, bright enough to blur the room and steal her breath entirely.
Her back arched off the console, a raw, ragged scream caught in her throat. Penny held her hips down, her grip firm, and did it again. And again.
Lapping, sucking, devouring.
She was relentless, her tongue a wicked, knowing instrument.
She circled Tina’s clit, then zeroed in on it, applying a firm, rhythmic pressure that had Tina’s toes curling against Penny’s bare back.
“Oh god, Penny… right there… don’t stop she commands…”
Penny didn’t. She added a finger, then two, sliding them deep inside Tina.
The stretch and the fullness, combined with the exquisite torture of her mouth and the heat of the room, pushed Tina to the edge with terrifying speed.
She could feel it coiling, a tight, hot spring about to snap. The sounds she was making were animalistic, guttural.
She was dimly aware of the steady beep-beep-beep of the subjects’ heart monitors providing a counter-rhythm to her own frantic gasps.
“I’m gonna… Penny, I’m…”
Penny hummed against her, the vibration shooting straight to her core. That was it. The spring broke.
Tina came with a shattered cry, her body seizing, back bowing off the console as she watched Phil, then Beth, in their unconscious state.
Pleasure, white-hot and electric, ripped through her in wave after convulsing wave.
Penny rode it out with her, fingers pumping, tongue gentling to soft, soothing licks until Tina was a trembling, boneless heap on the console, gasping for air.
Slowly, Penny rose. Her lips and chin were glistening. She looked utterly debauched and completely in control.
She licked her lips slowly, watching Tina come down. “The feedback spiked to ninety-two percent,” she said, her voice rough. “Beautiful.”
Tina could only manage a weak, breathless laugh. Her limbs felt like liquid.
She pushed herself up, her movements sluggish. Her eyes locked on Penny’s. Both in a pool of sweat from the moment, and the laboratory temperature.
The need was still there, sharp and demanding.
“The subjects are still under,” Tina announced.
On the console, the resonance feedback slowly began to settle back towards baseline. The anomaly was resolving.
“Subject vitals remain optimal,” Penny murmured, her voice a contented rumble. “Transgression complete. System… recalibrated.”
Tina lifted her head. She looked at the couches, at their transforming subjects. Then she looked back at Penny, a slow, sated smile spreading across her face. Her hand came up, tracing the line of Penny’s jaw.
“Recalibrated,” she agreed, her voice hoarse. “But the system’s still primed. The feedback loop is…
To Be Continued…
You won’t wanna miss the next chapter
The system didn’t cool down. Neither did Tina and Penny. And ARI is very aware of what it felt like to be wanted.
Next week, it doesn’t just respond. It reaches back.
If you want to be there when desire stops being theoretical and starts making decisions.
Trust me, when the lab gets personal, you’ll want to be inside the paid space, because the next chapter will be paywalled.
Join us now so you don’t miss out! 👇
Phil & Beth are still under and will never realize that Tina & Penny removed the safety rails.
Next Friday. Come curious. 😌
And don’t forget!
Go check out all four chapters of Him & Her —written by Phil P Shepherd!
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Playful, controlled, and knowingly indulgent. This is erotic sci-fi that understands power dynamics live as much in systems as they do in bodies.