Doppleganger V by Geek Writer
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Read the other stories to figure out where we are:)
Copyright 2002@ by ME!!!DON'T COPY PLEASE!!!
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As I finished my drive home to Houston, I waited until there was no traffic and changed back from my blonde bombshell form to my regular form.  It was a shame  because as Candy, I was blonde, stacked, and curvy as hell.  As Kel, I had brown hair, fairly slim build, and a seven inch cock.  Nothing bad, but nothing special in my eyes.  I had just spent the last day or so working with another shapechanger and finding out that I was going to be responsible for fulfilling other people's fantasies.  But only those who deserved it for some reason or another.  Not sure how that worked, but I was quickly finding that the less questionsI asked and the more I trusted my instincts, the better off I was.

I had even fulfilled my first fantasy on the way home, and figured out that I was there to have sex with a man, but also to take away his bad luck.  I knew
somehow, that his luck would change drastically if I took him inside me.  Anyway, I was a few blocks away from my place when my cell phone rang.  I looked at the number and didn't recognize it, so I figured it must be Nikki.  The voice was female, but it wasn't Nikki.

"Is this Kel?"

"Yeah, who's this?"

"My name is Jasmine, and I will be your liason."

"Oooookay.  I'll bite.  Liason for what?"

"I believe Nikki filled you in on most of what you are and your status, yes?"

Her accent was definitely European or Asian but I couldn't place it.

"Yeah, she did.  She didn't tell me about you though.  Mind if I ask?"

She chuckled softly, she sounded hot as hell.  "Don't ask, don't tell, right?" she inquired.

I snorted hearing my words come back at me.  I pulled into my space and began to pull the top up. 

"Watch your fingers" she said as I held the phone to my ear with my shoulder.

I almost dropped the phone as I whipped around.  She was obviously somewhere nearby and watching me.  "Where are you" I asked, half knowing what she would say.

"Why don't  you go home now Kel..."

Shaking slightly, I locked my car and walked through the small gate to get to the building I lived in.  I nodded to a neighbor bringing out the trash and took
a deep breath when I got to my door.  I live in an end unit and saw that the kitchen light was on.  It was about four pm and I could see someone moving around inside my place.  The door opened as I turned the handle and I snuck my head around the door to peek into the living room.  There among all of my old college furniture, pizza boxes, and dirty clothes, a small asian woman was seated, looking at me and smiling.

"Come in, it's okay.  I won't bite if you don't want me to, I promise."  She beckoned with her hand and I went in and shut the door.  Rather than go over to
her, I went into the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom to check for anyone else.  I could smell her in the air and while she had a nice scent, there was nothing
insistent about it like there had been with the guy on the road.

Realizing I had little to lose, I moved back into the livingroom, and leaned against the wall across the room from her.  I folded my arms across my chest and
waited for her to begin.  She held herself poised and upright, more in a classy way than from not wanting to lean back on the dirty couch.  She was very small,
almost like a little girl, but the swell of her bosom that was incased in a snug black kimono like shirt told me she was all woman.

She sat and smiled at me, not saying anything.  I thought this might be a test, so I inhaled deeply.  Her scent was not as strong as Nikki's but it was a lot
more intricate.  I could almost discern a hundred different 'threads' to her smell, each one telling me something different.  As things began to come to me
based on what I smelled, I could almost read her mind.  She must have understood what I was doing because she nodded and then said, 
"Sit down and tell me about myself."

I couldn't discern any real threat from her so I moved to the couch opposite the one she was sitting on.  The first shock that hit me made me blurt out suddenly, "You're a guy, first of all."

She chuckled, "Continue..." she said.

I began to separate threads of her essence and started to recite them to her, "Your real name is Duncan, you are 35 years old, you used to work for the post
office until someone found you.  You enjoy female shapes more than male and you like to wash  your hair a lot..."  As I continued with some of her dislikes and likes, I felt a strange change in my point of view.  I could see his/her whole life and everything that had happened that he/she remembered. 

Her smile was brilliant as she said, "Yes, you are gifted.  Kel, let me explain."  She got up off the couch and came to sit next to me.  She took my hand
comfortingly and began by saying, "There are quite a few of you around, a lot more than Nikki realizes.  We keep our eyes out for 'gifted' dopp's for special
assignments.  You are one of 3 or 4 of us that can take a scent and pull it apart so quickly and cleanly that you are totally unique among your kind."

I let that sink in, not really knowing what it meant.  "What, so I caught on quickly?"

"Yes, you did, but that is not what makes you unique.  Most of you have to let go of yourselves somewhat to allow your bodies to become what they need to
become for a fantasy.  With you, you can take a scent, pull it apart and change with simple force of will, rather than letting go.  Plus what you just did is even
more unique.  Samuel is the only other one who can read minds..."

I stood up quickly, pulling my hand out of her grasp.  "Hey wait a second lady...I mean man...oh you know what I mean."  I began to pace, kicking pizza boxes
out of my way.  "So I am unique even among us?  What do you mean special assignments??"

"Yes," she continued, "you have a stronger ability than anyone except Samuel.  He is the one who organizes all of this, the first among us.  By special assignments, I mean that not only will you change form, but you will change the form of the other person as well.  It's not hard if you have the ability, just takes
practice and focus.  It's a skill you either have, or don't."

"Change for me, show me your true form then."  I said, wanting to see if my instinct about her smell was correct.  She smiled sadly and shook her head.

"I can't" she said.  "I am not a true doppleganger, simply a vessel.  That is why I am here to help train you.  Every once in a while, a 'candidate' is made known to Samuel.  One that is deserving of a fantasy, but has the ability to assume a different shape, but cannot create the fluid necessary.  By taking in some of your fluid, and then opening my mind to you, you can change my shape into what the fantasy or hopeful wish might be.  It's the same principle, but  you are changing me, instead of yourself.  It takes a bit more fluid of course, but the payback when a vessel has an orgasm will not only replenish you, but increase
your capacity."

I sat down listening.  I nodded for her to continue.  It was all pretty fucked up as far as I was concerned, but if she was telling the truth, and coming with
her would be more mind blowing than my first simple fantasy??  Hmmm, now that would be incredible.  When he came in my ass it was like being sent on a rocket.  It would be like setting off a nuclear bomb with her.

"So I can become better by doing special assignments?"

She nodded.

I thought about it some more.  What did I have to lose.  "So, are we going to practice?"

Her grin was devilish as her scent changed.  It became very powerful and extraordinarily intricate, but I was already sorting through some of the threads.  She interrupted my thoughts saying, "I take it you will accept your new position?"

I nodded.

Her eyes glazed over with lust as she said, "Good, lets go then.  Can't expect you to entertain all kinds of people in this place.  You're address has changed..."

With that she stood up and walked to the door.  I looked around my apartment, realized I didn't need any of the crap there, and followed her out the door.  We went out to my car and got in.  I started it up and backed out of my spot, heading towards the exit of the complex.  I had never really thought about where I lived, but looking around now, I realized it was pretty much a dump.  I stopped when I had pulled past the guard and waited.

She pointed right so I turned and headed down the street. She directed me up to I-10 as she turned on the radio and put on her sunglasses.  They were green lenses the color of jade.  As we took the exit for the beltway, I checked her out of the corner of my eye. 

"Lets see what we can see" I thought to myself.  I inhaled deeply and was partially caught up in her scent.  I saved some of my concentration for driving but began to separate the threads of her scent into parts I could identify.  This one was a lot different because it wasn't a few threads that were totally different tied together.  This was about a hundred and most of them were just slightly different.

We headed up north of the city and got off the beltway.  She directed me through the neighborhoods and my hopes increased as the houses got nicer as we went along.  We made a turn down a side street to the end of the street.  There was a gate at the end.  She smiled as she handed over a cardkey, I put it in black box and the gate rolled back.  There was a row of trees obstructing the view from the street and a long curving drive.  The house wasn't visible from the street as I drove along, admiring the view.  

She took my hand and said, "It's not much...." as we came around the last curve.  Not much?  It was freakin huge!  It was an old manor house with at least sixteen rooms.  The entrance was white pine with columns supporting a high roof with the rest of the building done in red brick with similar white pine for the moldings around the windows.  We pulled up the gravel drive to the front of the house where a man in a white shirt and black suit was standing waiting.  I pulled the car up next to him and he walked around the back to let Jasmine out first.  He was experienced at his job obviously by the way he handed her out of the car and walked her to the other side.  He whispered something to her that made her smile as I got out and closed the door.

He walked back to his orignial position and bowed from the waist, properly like an english gentleman.  He was about 55-60 years old, had a nice, soft, grandfatherly face that shone with a bright smile as he finished his bow.  "My name is James, sir.  I am your chaffeur, valet, and butler here at Monarch Estate.  I am aware of all of your abilities, including the fact that you are somewhat of a prodigy of sorts.  I was chosen for my experience, both as a manservant.." he paused, taking a deep breath.  I smiled as he changed slowly into a younger man of about 20 for a few moments, and then back again.  He continued, saying "and a peer, though my control is not as sharp as it used to be" he finished with a wan smile.

"If you will both follow me, I have dinner set up in the parlour.  Once you have eaten, I will be glad to show you around the house, the gardens, and the rest of the estate.  This way please."  He finished with a short bow and ushered us both up the steps to the front door, and through the large entrance to the estate.  The place was like one of those shows I had seen on "Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous" it was so posh.  The chandelier hanging in the foyer was bigger than my car and probably cost ten times as much.  I looked around at the paintings on the walls and the tiles on the floors and felt a bit uneasy.  I stopped as they continued to the right into what looked like a small dining room.

"Wait a minute..."

Jasmine and James turned to look at me.  "Yes?" she said.

"Fill me in.  Is this my place, or just the place I live until my ability wanes like James?  Sorry James, no offense, but you'll have to admit this is a bit much."

James stepped forward, no offense apparent on his face.  He looked back at Jasmine who nodded for him to answer me.  He simply put out his hand for me to shake.  His grip was dry and surprisingly strong.  "Read me, Kel.  See what you can tell me..."

I caught his scent immediately and ripped through all of the threads easily.  I found it easier if I jumped into it rather than 'seeing' one thread at a time.  Emotions, thoughts, and facts came streaming into my brain as I closed my eyes and began to speak.  "You used to live here, had a bad car accident, knew Samuel wouldn't let you suffer for want of anything, asked to be allowed to stay as a staff...Oh..."

I opened my eyes to see his smiling face, tinged with a little sadness.  "My abilities were pretty strong before the accident.  I have been here so long , I couldn't bear to leave it, and I didn't want to take this beautiful house from another who could carry on our work.  So I asked Samuel if I could stay and care for it until another was found, and then expand my duties to manservant when he or she was found.  I like the look of your eyes sir, and would like to stay if I may."

He bowed once more.  "Okay, but on one condition..."

He nodded, waiting for me to continue.

"You've GOT to teach me how to be as classy as you man, I am still a 'DUDE' if you know what I mean, and I don't want that to be a liability, if you know what I mean."

He chuckled and took my hand, pulling it behind my back.  He went behind me and put the other one and clasped my hands together.  "Now look like you are thinking of something, and then like you've had a great idea..."

I tried it and Jasmine laughed.  "Perfect!!"

"What did I do?"

"You just learned how to walk through a crowd and make one person in it feel really special.  Turn that 'idea' look on your target, and you are headed in the right direction."  I tried it several more times and gave up when Jasmine was holding her side laughing.

"Okay, I am hungry..."

James nodded and walked through to the smaller dining room down the hall and to the right.  It was set with two place settings, and looked like it came out of a proper english setting.  I went and sat Jasmine in her chair, coming around to sit in my own.  James entered through a side door with a steaming tureen that turned out to be soup.  As he ladled it out, I  said, "Okay James.  Here's my second condition..."

He nodded, continuing to ladle out soup for me this time.

"If I am not entertaining someone, you eat with me too...deal?"

He looked a little uneasy, but Jasmine seconded it.  "Come on James, how long were you here doing specials?  25-30 years?"

James smiled wistfully, "32 wonderful years.."

"You've got a lot to teach, and not only about manners and all that.  You've seen it all..."

James covered a grin by turning away, but he nodded before he left the room.  Dinner was excellent, both the service, and the company.  I was feeling rather sated as James cleaned away the dishes, asking us if we wanted coffee in the drawing room.  I chuckled, not knowing what a drawing room was for, and asked where the bathroom was.  James asked us how we liked our coffee, and I said light as sweet, and Jasmine drawled, "Strong, Black, and Sweet...like my men"

James showed me the bathroom in the hall and pointed to the drawing room as he walked Jasmine to it.  I took care of my business, but Jasmine's last words had triggered something in me.  I went through the door in the parlour to a small kitchen.  James was making coffee and had it all set up.  I asked if I could take it in, and when he looked at me puzzlingly, I morphed into a tall muscular black man.  "I think the lady said she liked her coffee, like her men?"

James smiled brightly handing over the tray.  He pointed out the sugar, cream, and cookies on the tray, told me where the liquor cabinet was, and handed me a small box with a button in the middle of it.  "In case you need anything, otherwise, I will be in my quarters."  He grinned and wished me a good time.

I waited a minute or two, and walked to the parlour.  I wasn't sure how, but I knew that I had made this body bigger than my original one, yet the clothes still seem to fit.  My large black hands held the tray firmly as I walked around the corner and through the door into the parlour.

Jasmine was sitting in a chair facing the fire and hadn't seen me yet.  I placed the tray on the table just behind the couch and said in a deep melodious voice, "I believe madam said strong, black, and sweet was her preference?"  I held up a cup to her as she turned around with a big smile on her face.  She put her hands on the back of the couch and didn't reach for the cup.

Her scent became fairly strong as she said, "I'll take the man, leave the coffee."  I smiled as I put down the cup and moved around the front of the couch.  I took one of her hands and kissed it with my full soft lips, sending a shiver down her spine.  "I was kidding, but I am glad you took me seriously.  Wow, what a hunk.  I have never been with a black man before, and your skin is so dark, it's beautiful.  I undid my shirt and pulled it off my muscular shoulders.  The muscles in my chest and stomach were hard and defined.  I couldn't have gotten a body like this any other way.  Her hands strayed to my stomach, her eyes riveted on my crotch.  As she began to reach for me, I shook my finger.

"Tsk, tsk.  No fair...I have more clothes on..."

She licked her lips and reached for the top button of her blouse.  In my head, I knew this was a man, but outwardly, the body and the look in the eyes was causing the snake in my pants to grow.  I leaned over and gave her a deep kiss, her tongue snaking into my mouth and dancing around with mine.  She was very small in comparison with my body and I enjoyed the sensation of having so much power and yet being so soft.  She had reached the bottom button as we separated, the look of lust in her eyes was magnetic.  My cock stood up in my pants, the spongy purple head poking out of the top.  She peeled back the panel of her blouse and exposed her bear chest.  The shirt must have given her a lot of support because two bouncy breasts spilled out into beautiful teardrop shaped breasts.  Her nipples and areola were small, but the creamy skin of her boobs almost had my dick popping the zipper.

I practically tore open my pants, letting my thick prick spring out of my pants.  It was at least 3 or 4 inches wide capped by a throbbing purple head at the end of it's ten inches.  All in all a nice thick cock.  She pulled the shirt off her sholders as she licked her lips.  Her skirt came off as did my pants as we sat back down on the couch.

Here we were, an ample chested asian woman, and a hard muscled black man.  And we were going to have some fun.  

I leaned forward and took a hip in both hands.  I lifted her easily into my lap as her arms went around my neck and her mouth met mine.  She ran her hand over my bald head as she clutched the other into my ass.  I kneaded the flesh on her ripe ass as her pussy lubricated my cock.  She moved slowly up and down it, running the folds of her labia around it, bathing it in her juice.

Not wanting to wait, and wanting to see if I could really change her, I held her up and moved my cock to nestle in the folds over her pussy.  She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed down onto me.  She was moaning loudly with her eyes screwed shut as I watched an inch, then two, then four inches of thick black cock disappear into her creamy smooth snatch.  After about half of my thick meat was crammed into her, I bottomed out into her cervix.

Knowing I would bruise her if we stayed this way, I held her in place and shifted her onto her back.  I held her feet so her legs formed a Vee, and began to slide my meat in and out of her.  Her eyes were shut tight as she tweaked her nipples and groaned.  I could tell that she wanted all of me inside her and it was frustrating her, but that what she did have driving in and out of her was sending her into orbit.

"Oh my god, I am ....nnnngh, so full, of you.....oh yeah, just just just, oooohhh just like thaaaaat...MMMMMMM" her breathing and moaning got deeper and faster the more I picked up the pace.  I felt bad everytime I bumped into her cervix until something happened.

First of all, she had an orgasm, screaming "KELLLLLLL" at the top of her lungs.  As her juices bathed my cock and crotch I felt my dick twitch momentarily as some kind of connection was made.  I must have released some precum, because things started changing.  I wanted to go deeper, but I didn't want to hurt her, but as the next stroke hit her cervix, it moved back a little.  Her eyes shot open, and she nodded in the midst of her orgasm.

I obviously had connected with what she was saying about being able to change her shape.  I put the head of my cock against her cervix again, and pushed another inch in.  She licked her lips and moaned, obviously not in any pain and in a bit of pleasure.  She was coming down from her orgasm and knew I was changing the length of her canal.  Her hips moved forward as  I moved my cock back until just the head was inside her, and slammed back hard, pushing her cervix back until I was buried to the hilt.  Her eyes rolled back in her head as she hissed, "Ohhh yessss....."

I pulled out almost all the way and slammed back into her, her legs now wrapping themselves around my waist and urging me to do it again.  I put my hands on her hips and really started ploughing in and out of her.  My body had taken over and started making slight changes as I fucked her pussy till it began to froth a little from our mingled juices.  I flared out her hips a bit, rounded her ass to make it a little plumper, made her a quite a bit taller, and broadened her shoulders to support the breasts that I increased to a nice size 38.  If I was in control, I wanted the tits to be big.  I had shifted her longer legs to sit up on my shoulders as I slowed down the pace a little.  I made my strokes deeper and longer.  She said, "Mmmmm, I like so far...what's next lover.... God, don't change your cock baby, it's fuckin gorgeous...."

I made her hair silky, wavy, and red, and lengthened it quite a bit.  I changed her facial features to be more South American, tinting her skin to an olive brownish color.  I was lying on the couch, sliding in and out of an amazonian queens velvet pussy.  Her voice was huskier as she said, "Mmmmm....ooooh, nice taste....God, now put my on my knees and fuck me doggystyle.  I have GOT to feel your balls slapping against my clit."

I practically tossed her around so her hands were on the back of the couch and her pussy was facing my twitching cock.  As I slid it back into her, she practically growled and sank back onto me.  Her long red hair stretched down her back, draping over her hips.  Once I slid my cock all the way into her, I gathered her hair in my fingers.  I pulled back slowly, causing her to grind her hips on my cock.  I flexed the head of my cock, causing blood to rush to it and inflate it several times.  She was panting by now, and I knew what she wanted.  She was a submissive, but there was something in her scent that I still couldn't identify.  I pulled her all the way back until her back rested against my chest and thrust my hips back and forth, clutching and pawing at her tits.  I was holding off on my orgasm until I could figure out what the last thread was, her hands clawing at my hips as I pushed my meat in and out of her slick wet pussy.

Claws?  Wait a second...something Nikki came back to me.."You're more animal than human..."

I held my hand out in front of her face, waiting for her to open her eyes.  When she did, I made my nails grow black, longer and strong.  I reformed my hand into a panther claw, still sawing my cock in and out of her.  She didn't say anything, just nodded her head and gasping from the attention I was paying to her cunt with my steel rod.

I sank my dick to the base and began to change her.  I thought it would be easier just in case animal instincts took over.  The hair on her head got thicker as the hair on the rest of her body grew out and thickened.  Her moans became yowls as her body began to change and get heavier with muscle, bone, and sinew.  A long tail sprang out, just above her ass and her arms and legs shortened and muscled.  She turned her head to face me and let out a piercing yowl.  I had my thick black dick sunk into a female panther.  I began to change myself as the hair on her head pulled back and all of the hair changed from red to a bluish black.  My ears pointed and began to change, I noticed that her yowls and panting took on a familiar tone as I began to hear, "Hurry, my need....I am in heat and you can take care of it..."

I felt the fur grow on my back and my other hand and feet change as my legs completed the morph.  I reared back, pulling my cock all the way out and went down onto all fours.  Her head whipped around as she screamed her need at me.  She issued a challenge, "If  you want it, you have to catch it" and bounded over the couch and down the hall, her nails clicking on the tile.  I cleared the couch as I saw her go through the door at the end of the hall.  Three bounds and I was out it after her, running into the night.  My muscles sang as I felt power surge through them, speeding me across the lawn and into the trees after the cat streaking away from me.

The masculinity of the cat that I had taken the shape of smelled the heat of the female and a fire began in my chest that spread to my whole body.  My penis was still sheathed, knowing that running with an erect member would be trouble.  She sailed among the trees, bounding off them, revelling in her freedom of this form.  The need to satisfy her heat and my own was overwhelming.  I sped through the trees and intercepted her just as her head whipped around to see me.  I tackled her, sinking my teeth into the back of her neck, and pushing her head down with my powerful neck muscles.  My teeth did not penetrate her skin very much at all, just enough to let her know who was in charge.

I smelled the musky scent of her sex in full heat, it washed over me like a wave, calling me to it.  I slid my hard red penis from the protective sheath of my body and felt it engorge with blood and become erect.  She made no tries to escape, humping her hips back against my hardening member, letting out submissive yet yearning yowls as the head touched her teasingly.  I growled deep in my throat once it had hardened fully and jammed it into her forcefully.  She let out a low growl as I began to hump my hips in and out, dragging the heavily knobbed head along walls of her canal.  I could tell she was loving being a cat, loving being submissive, and loving the increasing size and texture of my cock inside her.  I kept my teeth sunk into her hide as I sped up and began to growl myself.  The head was whitehot and supersensitive, I knew I was going to spill my seed inside of her at any moment.  Her hips were a blur as she let out an earsplitting yowl that contracted the muscles of her sex around my member, sending a surge or pure energy from the walls of her vagina, up through my member into my body.  I let go of her neck and roared at the top of my lungs as my body was set aflame by the juices flowing from the inside of her into me.  I understood what she meant by being more as I felt my mass expand and the capacity for fluid increase.

Just when I thought I was finished with it, I came.

It was the most intense experience I have ever had, it took my breath away as all of the flame left my body to be shot into her, leaving me feeling clean, lightheaded, and more alive than ever.  The potency of my orgasm hitting the walls of her canal sent her into an orgasmic frenzy, thrashing around on my cock, unable and unwanting to release herself from the torrent of passion that was flooding her body.

Our panting became more regular and the head of my cock finally deflated.  I slipped from her and sat back on my haunches.  I had no problems maintaining who I was, so changing back to my Kel form was a simple thought and it was done.  Rather than reach out and touch her to change her back, I put my hands in her fur.  It was slick with sweat and still heaving a bit.  I tried to read her thoughts and picked up a mental picture of the amazon I changed her into before she had become the cat.

I changed her back into the voluptouous vixen I had been banging on the couch and there she was.  Her husky voice sounded exhausted as she panted, "Oh my god...that was so fucking amazing..."  

"Don't you mean amazing fucking?"  I smiled and cracked my knuckles.  "You ready for another one Jaz??"  

She collapsed dramatically, feigning need of a week of sleep, but I could already smell the beginnings of her next fantasy.  I chuckled, picked her up easily and brought her into the house.  Walking upstairs, I found the bedroom and the bathroom through it.  We took a quick shower and got into bed.  Jaz fell asleep almost instantly while I laid in bed examining her scent.  

But that story will have to wait until next time....

-Geek Writer-
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