Halloween Horror Week - Dependence

 This one goes out to warmaster06, hope you enjoy!

 

The Great Shift - Let This Be Over Soon...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Go Get Help

 

One moment, Randy was in his office break room getting a cup of coffee. The next, well...

After a brief moment of darkness, he found himself in a barn. A gag, collar, and leather corset all locked on. A clearly female body beneath. Panic set in. He tried to run toward an open door, but immediately fell over from the high-heeled "BDSM"shoes locked to her feet that forced her onto her tiptoes.

 "Mmm! MMPH!" Two other similarly bound women in horse stalls called out to him. Unlike him, however, they were both chained to the wall. 

"WAAAHHHH!!" a man who had collapsed to the ground a few feet away cried out. He just kept screaming and crying like a baby.  

Randy blinked a few times, trying to come to his senses. Seeing if he could wake up from what was clearly a nightmare.

"MMPH! NGHHH!" the other two women shouted into their gags as they tried unsuccessfully to escape their chains.

Hands thankfully free, Randy dug through the crying man's pockets but found no pad lock keys. He did, at least, find a car key. He held it up to the other two women and then did his best "drive to go get help" charade. He could tell they were nervous to see him leave, but this was their best chance of actually getting out. 

Unable to walk, he crawled on his hands and knees to the car parked in front of the barn, then pulled himself up into the drivers seat. He peeled down the dirt driveway onto a road and realized that he was very far from his city home. 

Flat farmlands as far as the eye could see spread out in every direction. Randy tried to tug at the locks as he drove, but all of them held tight. He also tried to loosen the corset, but it too was locked in place. Feeling overwhelmed, and having difficultly breathing in the bondage gear, he pulled over in front of a seemingly empty house and opened the door to get some fresh air.

"Mmhmmhmm..." he began to cry. "MMHMMMM!" he tried to scream, but it too was completely muffled.

What had happened? Who was this woman? Where was his body? 

...and did he remember how to get back to the farm to help the others?

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

The Great Shift - Animated GIF - Immediate Threat

 

 

Derrick stepped out of the shower and headed into his bedroom, ready to dress for a day at the office. As he stared into his closet mulling his clothing options, everything went dark...

 A moment later, he found himself back in the shower. Hot water streaming down, a steamed up bathroom all around, a...man who had just thrown back the shower curtain holding a knife...

 "AHHHHHHHH!!!" Derrick shrieked, too panicked to notice the woman's voice now leaving his lips.

"AHHHHHHHH!!" the man began to shout as well, looking from Derrick, to the knife, and then back. 

Instinctively, Derrick's body reached up to cover itself...causing Derrick to notice the extra weight on his chest. "GET OUT!" he shouted, worse panic setting in as he started to realize he wasn't in his own body or own bathroom.

"¡No sé qué está pasando! ¡Yo no estaba haciendo esto! ¡Yo también soy mujer! ¡Lo... lo siento!" the man cried out in an almost apologetic tone. "Necesito llegar a casa... con mis hijos! ¿Qué les pasó?" He then ran off, dropping the knife on the ground as he did.

 The immediate threat dealt with, Derrick just stood there in the shower for several seconds. A quick glance down confirmed what he had been feeling and hearing - he was now in a woman's body, in an unknown bathroom. He turned the shower off, trembling from shock despite the hot steam all around, then stepped out. Dripping wet, he stepped toward the mirror and wiped away the condensation. Looking back was a young Latina woman. Hair up, some sort of face mask applied, modest breasts, and, yes, a pussy tucked away beneath a well-trimmed puff of hair. 

After taking a minute to collect himself, he put on this woman's robe and then picked up the apparent assailant's knife from the ground. She poked her head out of the bathroom to see a modest apartment and no one else apparently home. Holding the robe shut with one hand and keeping the knife in a ready position with the other, he moved to the window. Looking out, he saw a city he did not recognize. What signs he could see where all written in Spanish while the people running around down below appeared to be mostly Hispanic. Given the chaos he was seeing, he guessed that he was not the only person impacted by this whole "body swapping" event.

He was one of billions of victims around the world of what would come to be known as the "Great Shift". Stuck in a strange city, in a strange body, with no means of contacting anyone he knew... 

The Great Shift - The Lord's Will

 

The Great Shift - Surreal Feeling

 

The Great Shift - Locked Up Tight

 

The Great Shift - Another Opinion

 

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The Great Shift - Every Square Inch

 

The Great Shift - Animated GIF - My Hands Are Tied

 

"Deb, these conversations are never easy..." Sam began as he motioned for his employee to sit across from his desk. 

"You're letting me go, aren't you?" Deb asked, still standing.

"The company is moving in a different direction..." Sam started to reply.

"Oh bullshit!" Deb interrupted. "The company just posted record profits! And..." she trailed off. "We...did...you said if I did that thing, you'd protect me..."

Sam scoffed. "Well, I'm sorry, my hands are tied..."

It may have been the most ironic statement uttered anywhere in the world right before the Great Shift.

Suddenly, Sam found himself in the back of a van, two rough looking men seated on either side of him. His mouth, wrists, and feet were all taped. He barely had time to even recognize that he was in a woman's body before the commotion around him started.

"¿Qué demonios? ¿¡QUÉ MIERDA!?" the driver suddenly called out while swerving erratically then slammed on the brakes.

"¿Rodrigo? ¿Cambiamos?" one of the other men called out to the driver.

"¿¡Pandilla roja!? ¿¡Qué truco es este!?" the other rough looking man behind Sam shouted. He pulled out a gun, causing Sam to crouch down as low on the seat as he could go. The other two men started shouting, then multiple gun shots rang out from each direction.

Ears ringing, Sam slowly sat up to see that all three men had been shot. Heart racing, he tried to free himself from the tape, but could not. Luckily, he wasn't bound to the van itself and managed to scoot to the door. With some effort, he managed to slide it open...where he immediately fell to the ground. Dusty desert stretched in every direction as far as he could see. He had no idea what had happened, but suddenly found himself as a bound woman thousands of miles from home. Was this woman a victim of human trafficking? Someone that crossed a cartel? Just unlucky?

Adrenaline kicking in and forcing him to focus on survival, he crawled around to the driver's door and managed to climb up. However, a bullet had passed clean through the dash and was preventing the van from starting (not that driving it so bound up was really an option). After searching for and failing to find something to cut the tape, hot desert sun beating down, Sam knew he'd have to make a crawl for his life...

The Great Shift - Make Her Mine

 

The Great Shift - Animated GIF - Valuable

 

Dan was just settling in at work, about to bring his coffee mug to his lips, when everything suddenly went dark. A moment later, his senses returned, but something much worse than coffee was now between his lips...

"Mghhh!" he tried to pull away from the musky cock in his mouth, but couldn't move more than a few inches. "Ahhh! AHHH! HELP HELP!" he shouted, finding himself on his knees, arms stretched out and bound. He looked up to see a very confused Asian man looking down at him, who then took off running. "WAIT! HELP HELP!" Dan yelled again, pulling at the restraints to no avail. "What the fuck... What the fuck! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!!" he shouted, realizing that he was now in the body of a woman. "HELP ME! FOR FUCKS SAKE! SOMEONE HELP ME!!"

Dan continued to shout until his new female voice was hoarse, pulling at the chains until his wrists were raw, but no one came and he could not get away. It felt like hours passed...though he couldn't really be sure in this windowless concrete space. In addition to the sheer terror, he felt exhausted, whether from the experience or what this woman was going through before, or some combination thereof. However, he couldn't relax his body. This maddening position of being bound caused his arms to go numb if he tried to lean down to rest. 

Finally, he heard voice speaking in a language other than English. Several people entered the room, all of them southeast Asian looking, mostly men but a few women, wearing oversized men's uniforms, as well. They spoke to each other in their language, sounding vaguely confused and concerned, sometimes gesturing toward Dan. "Please! Help me, please... Let me go..." Dan begged, but they didn't respond to his use of English.

Most of them, including the women, left the room but one man remained. He walked over to Dan and knelt beside him. "It has been weird day. You might not be Aisyah, no good for ransom, but you valuable to someone somewhere. We keep you. And you earn your keep," he explained. He stood up and began to unbutton his pants.

"No...nooo! Please! HELP ME! HELP Mnnghh...." he was cut off by the man shoving his cock into poor Dan's mouth...

The Great Shift - Pleasant Aspect

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Opportunity

 

"This is just unreal...I mean, my god..." Keith mumbled to himself as he stepped into his apartment bathroom and saw his reflection clearly for the first time. He was just going about his day when, suddenly, everything went black. A moment later, his senses returned, and he found himself in the body of a college-aged girl. Based on the panic around him, it seems he wasn't the only one affected. And given the lack of cell service or internet, it probably wasn't a local issue either.

Feeling vulnerable in his new body, he carefully rushed home, feeling foreign sensations with every step. Now shorter and lighter, he moved quite gracefully. The long hair tickled the back of his neck while modest breasts, despite the tight bra, bounced and swayed with each step. 

Now, standing in front of his bathroom mirror, he saw a young woman looking back, confusion and concern in her eyes. However, if whatever this was were to reverse, Keith didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to see things from the other side of the gender spectrum. With an affirming nod to himself in the mirror, he stepped back, pulled off his top, and then began to work on the shorts.

At that moment, he heard a sound from the front door. Arms instinctively crossed over his bra-clad breasts, he poked his head out into the hall and saw a very handsome young man, about the same age as this body, stepping inside. "Ben, is that you?" he asked.

His roommate Ben looked up and nodded, while also taking a moment to check out Keith's new form. It seems they both had the same idea about "not wasting this opportunity"...

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