Message-ID: <3833eli$9709081054@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/3833.txt> From: SLong56586@aol.com Subject: New TG: MIB (Men In Black) (2/?) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <970907102207_-1769484774@emout08.mail.aol.com> I did not create the chracters involved in the MEN IN BLACK franchise. All of those characters are registered or copywrited. This story is no meant to be an infringement upon those rights. The story which follows is meant to have a little fun with a character that is not a copywrited character interacting with those in the MEN IN BLACK universe. M.I.B. (MEN IN BLACK) CHAPTER ONE I was in the La Guardia waiting for my plane back home to South Florida to board. It had been an uneventful trip to New York, and the deposition had gone about like I thought it would. I was very tired, because I took the early morning flight up, and was taking the last flight out. These all day trips are exhausting. After a few more minutes the announcement came over the loudspeaker, "All of those holding boarding passes for American Airlines, flight number 1145, non-stop for Miami, is now boarding through gate number 27A. All of those holding boarding passes for rows 1through 20 may now board." I looked at my ticket, which indicated that I was seated in row 12, seat D. I nodded in approval to myself, because I could go, find my seat, and get settled in, rather then wait out in the terminal for another 10 minutes. I got up, collected my things, and got into the line up to the ticket taker. A "line" was a kind description. It was more like a throng of people crowding around trying to be the first to get to the ticket taker. Just then there was a commotion coming from the far end of the terminal. I heard a couple of men yellling, "Somebody stop her. Don't let her get away!" I looked in that direction and saw a very pretty young black girl running towards us. She was being chased by what looked like airport security. Running behind the airport secutity was a big black man dressed in a plain black suit and tie. He was wearing sunglasses, and carrying a big, strange looking gun. He yelled out, "EVERYBODY GET DOWN!!!" The airport security immediately dropped down, leaving the man in black a clear shot at the running woman. By now she was almost on top of us. Her extremely large breasts were bobbing up and down as she ran. The man in black took aim at her. Just as he fired of a shot, she launched herself into our crowd. I felt her hand touch mine, and everthing went nuts. At first, I was hit with a wave of dizziness. Then I was hit with a some type of massive ball of energy. Blackness closed in all around me, as I was knocked out. CHAPTER TWO I awoke with a massive headache. Not only that, but something didn't seem quite right. I felt different. First off, my vision was perfectly clear, although my perception of colors was darker, richer. Three years of law school, and seven years of practicing law had strained my vision. Then I noticed that my teeth also felt different. Years of dental abuse as a kid had doomed me to multiple fillings, and a few bridges. I had one missing molar in the lower left quadrant. Yet, as I ran my tounge around the inside of my mouth, the gap had mysteriously been filled in. There were no fillings, and all of the teeth felt real.....natural. Also I was breathing freely through my nose. This was strange because I have a chronic sinus problem. It is rare if I can even breath out of one side of my nose. Something had happened to me at the airport. I was laid out on my back on a bed. I tried to move, and immediately realized that I was bound hand and foot. When I attempted to move some weight on my chest moved and shifted. I raised my head to look down at myself to see what the problem was. As I did so I felt something pulling on my scalp. My head was weighted down by something. I looked down at my chest and saw something that made me doubt my sanity. There were two extremely large female breasts in a white high neck blouse. I could feel the lace of the blouse on my neck. The breast were so large that they formed mountains upon my chest, and obscured the view of the rest of my body. "Oh my God." I said, my voice sound soft, feminine, and very high. I recognized the blouse and the breasts inside the blouse if nothing else, by their sheer size. It was the girl who was being chased. That means that somehow, in some manner which I could not explain she had switched bodies with me. But that's not possible! My mind was racing. What was I going todo? Where was she now? How do I get back to my own body? I struggled to move again. My hands were tied behind my back, and I was laying on my hands. My feet were tied at the ankles. I tried to slip my bonds. It was no use, they were on too tight. I had to get out of there, and find my old body. I had to convince her to switch back. I did the only thing I could under the circumstances. I yelled for help. A man entered the room that I was in. It was the man in black who fired the strange gun. "Ah, I see your awake. Good. I have a few questions to ask you before I haul your little cute butt downtown." He said. "Wait a second." I said. "I'm not who you think I am. I'm not the girl you were chasing." "Yeah, sure. Right. Don't you be trying that stuff on me now. I'm in a bad mood already. I hit you with a clean shot before you reached that crowd. You were out when you hit the ground. You didn't have time to do any of that switching shit that you do." "What are you talking about? Who are you, and where are we?" "I told you don't be trying that shit." He snapped, as he crossed the room, and put a conventional pistol up to my temple. "I'd just as soon do you now and be done with you. But I need you to clear my name. Now I'm the one asking the questions here." I replied, "Then were going to have a real problem here because I'm not who you think I am. My name is Matthew Waters. I'm 39 years old, single, and an attorney, and I live in Miami, Florida." That female voice sounded strange coming from my mouth, particularly with the information I just conveyed. It must have looked ridiculous to the man in black. He retreated to the other side of the room. I saw him take out a piece of paper from his pocket. He scanned it, and seemed to latch onto one specific section. He looked at me suspiciously and said, "What's your home address?" I gave it to him. "What's your social security number?" I gave that to him too." "DAMN!" He excaimed. "There's no way that you......I mean she....it.....could have known all of that. It means that it got away again." "What's all this about anyway?" I asked. He looked at me sheepishly, looking for the right words to say. "I don't know how to tell you this but you're in the wrong body." "I've already figured that much out. As you might have guessed this body is quite a lot different than my other one." I said pointedly looking down at those huge boobs. He looked at them too, and managed a painful, knowing smile, "Yeah, I guess so." "What I meant was, who was she? How did she do this, and who the hell are you?" He explained. "I'll start with the easy stuff first. The girl who's body you now wear was Denise Johnson. She was only 18 years old, and didn't deserve the fate she got!" Inwardly I grimaced. I was only 18 years old now. I wasn't even old enough to get a beer. The man in black pulled up a chair, and sat down in it before continuing his story. "Anyway.........." He started. I interrupted him, gesturing to my bonds, "Do you mind?" When I did, I again noticed the shifting weight on my chest. " No, sorry." He replied. "Flip over and I"ll untie you." I did as he requested, and flipped over onto my stomach. Now I was laying on those massive tits. It was uncomfortable. Also, a mass of long, dark and wavy hair can across my shoulder and into my face. He started to untie me, and wished that he would hurry up because laying on these boobs were starting to become painful! He finished. I felt first my legs, then my arms come free. After they were freed, I flipped around into a sitting position. I was able to really examine my new body for the first time. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /