Groundhog Day

Story by rmv

Hey there folks! So I recently commented on a story (my first comment ever after being a lurker here for some time) and was told something like "why don't you write a story too?" Well, here's the first part of my contribution. It's all I have so far, but it only took me a short time to put together, so if you all like it, I'll try to keep going (I've got a very busy schedule to manage right now, so I can't promise it would come too quickly). Without further ado, I present:

Groundhog Day

I should be dead. I don't understand it...I am dead. I died, that categorizes one as dead, right? And yet here I am, replaying the last day of my life, over and over again. But it's never the same. My death changes each time, and sometimes, I don't even die. But as soon as the clock hits midnight, I'm gone. Everything fades to black.

But that's not all that changes. The world...morphs. Every time I wake up, I'm a six foot five black guy, or a petite redhead, or weirder yet, I've got tentacles for arms. No matter what the change, my mind stays intact, but with a new...section. I wake up with the memories and personality of my new being, enabling me to act my way through the day without a hitch. At the same time, I remember my old life as Tom Harris, average 17 year old high school senior from suburban Philly.

It's all getting a bit fuzzy though, what with all these days adding up. I don't want to forget a thing, and, as luck would have it, there is one constant. My journal from my old life seems to stay with me, and whatever I write in it carries into the next day. It's like it was meant to help me along with this...situation I seem to be stuck in. My daily loop. My Groundhog Day. From this day forward, I will, to the best of my ability, record the details of each passing day.

Day 255

After what seems like forever, I think I have found paradise. When this whole thing first started, I was freaking out. You can only imagine how I felt the first time I was a chick. Over time I learned to appreciate both sides of the equation, but because of that, lost a bit of satisfaction in being either male or female. When I was a man, I missed my curves. I missed the feeling of being taken, being filled. When I was a woman, I longed to really fuck someone, especially with those days when I was, ahem, particularly well endowed.

As I said, I found paradise.

When I first woke up, the first sensation I had was a heavy slap. "Wake up, sleepy head!" commanded the voice coming from above me. Smack! There it was again. As my brain began to collect its new memories, I recalled that this was a fairly common morning routine, as my identical, busty and beautiful identical twin sister Miranda cockslapped me with her enormous cock.

Wait...what?

Opening my eyes, I saw the sexiest sight I had ever laid eyes on. This girl was something out of a dream. Soft Chinese features accented her luxurious black hair, which cascaded down her body, framing her double D tits. A flat stomach led my eyes downward to the beast that presented itself to me, inches away from my face. The penis was bigger than a soda can around and at least fifteen inches long. It was heavy, veiny, and it was dripping juicy, delicious precum all over my face. I gave the monstrous head a playful lick.

"You're awake, finally Jules! You know, if we're supposed to be identical, why is it that I'm always up first, huh?" She asked this as she playfully squeezed my long, thick nipples. Electric jolts ran from my breasts to every corner of my body, especially my huge cockhead and my deep, wanting cunt.

I mustered enough energy to raise my hand and snake it between Miranda's legs. "Probably so one of us could get the wakeup call, and the other could return the favor!" I said as I ran my fingers along her 9 inches of labia. "That's a lotta labia!" I thought to myself, remembering that there were no assholes in this world, but some really big pussies instead. The human body seemed to process and use everything it ate, and any waste was simply peed out. No solids, no ass. Big cocks, big pussies. We had evolved well!

"Oh, you're such a tease," Miranda moaned. With practiced grace, she grabbed my already erect cock and guided it to her wet entrance. With a single thrust, my whole foot and a half of meat was buried inside of her. She bucked like a bronco, tits flailing up, down, and every which way as we fucked. It went on like this for about an hour. We pounded each other, sometimes at the same time. We milked each other's heavily lactating breasts. We bathed in a torrent of cum. What a way to wake up.

The party couldn't last forever though. We got up and showered after about seven orgasms apiece, and made our way downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen I was treated to a lovely sight. Our gorgeous redhead American mother (we were adopted, I recalled) was, for the lack of a better term, making out with her urethra.

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