A Twisted Taste
Song Haneul kept making outrageous demands without ever swapping our bodies back.
Going along with whatever she wanted was fine once or twice, but when it became a constant loop of the same thing, even I started to wear thin. There came a point where I simply had to stop.
But given my situation, stopping just because I was tired wasn't really an option. I still had to re-enroll in college and find a new place to live — all while stuck in the wrong body.
What Song Haneul wanted was either sex or a two-room apartment. Whether it was sexual curiosity or a genuine preference, her tastes were getting pretty niche. Fulfilling all of it felt like a stretch.
Maybe it was because she'd learned late, but her preferences had gone off the deep end in no time. Then again, I knew how it worked — once you start chasing nothing but stimulation, there's no bottom to it. Try learning about reality from absurd fantasy, and this is what you get.
I refused because I didn't want to, but no reply came back. The read receipt showed up, yet there was nothing after it. I frowned, not understanding why.
I wandered through the living room, pretending to head for the fridge. Through the half-open door of my room, I caught a glimpse of Song Haneul. The moment I saw that sour look on her face, I knew she was going full "do whatever you want, see if I care." Sometimes a person's intent comes through denser than any text message ever could.
I never in my wildest dreams imagined she could broadcast if you don't want to swap bodies, then deal with it yourself with her entire body language. That was my actual body — why was she using it to blackmail me?
Was she seriously thinking we'd just go ahead and get a two-room place and live like this? Mom was already suspicious, and she was acting like that was none of her concern.
"…Unbelievable."
I was speechless. There was plenty I wanted to say, but I held it in. It was Song Haneul's body, sure — but right now it was also mine, and I didn't want to handle it roughly.
Was she willing to be so rough with her own body because she figured the damage wouldn't come back to her? I couldn't fully grasp Song Haneul's psychology. For now, I just did as I was told.
The problem was everything that came after — the sheer number of things I'd have to watch out for and take care of. I'd have to be careful about eating. I'd have to keep cleaning so nothing got dirty. Emptying my bowels with a syringe wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, so the whole prospect was just awkward and unpleasant.
The offhand mention that she'd inspect the results made sweat bead on my skin.
It was midnight — bedtime. Meaningless for someone unemployed, really. When you get into a game, the hour slips by easily enough, so I wasn't particularly tired. What I had to do right now was far more exhausting.
I pulled out the syringe I'd stashed in a bag off to the side. Looking at the lube that came with it, and the plug that looked like a stopper I'd never used, I swallowed hard.
I knew full well how insane it was to do something like this in a house where Mom was present. December was almost here, and that restless urgency seemed to shove me from behind.
Just close your eyes, do what she said as fast as possible, and put it all away.
Once I'd steeled myself like that, there was nowhere left to retreat. This was Song Haneul's body to begin with — whatever happened to it was her own karma. My own sensations were a problem too, but once we swapped back, it wouldn't matter much.
"Nngh…"
I washed up first. Trying to insert the syringe myself wasn't easy. In an awkward half-crouch, I filled myself with water, then washed again while clutching my gurgling stomach. I put in enough that the urge to expel it bloomed fully. My chilled insides and trembling hips seemed ready to empty themselves at any second.
What kind of taste enjoyed something like this, I had no idea. Guys were the ones doing the penetrating anyway, so as long as it was tight, maybe they didn't care either way. Where exactly a woman was supposed to get pleasure from this, I couldn't tell. I was experiencing it firsthand and still didn't understand, which only piled on the confusion.
Clear water poured out. Emptying myself this often meant the bowels barely had a chance to get dirty. The real problem was that if I kept doing this, my body might not hold up. Every time, even mid-wash, I couldn't stop the sweat from pouring down. Was it a cold sweat? Or was I just hot from the steam?
"Haa…"
I grabbed the plug I'd left on the shelf. A teardrop-shaped piece of metal, a little smaller than my fist. Looking at it plainly, it was smaller than a cock — but the moment you thought about putting it in your ass instead of somewhere else, it felt enormous. And for good reason: even the tail plug I'd worn before had been a bit smaller than this, though that one had come in multiple segments.
It was designed to slide in easily but not come out without a fight — that streamlined shape. I knew that, but actually doing it was another matter. I swallowed hard and lowered my head.
I squeezed out the lube I'd brought along and smeared it on thick. I didn't forget to coat my entrance with that cold sensation either. I probed the hole with a finger, and every time I did, resistance kicked in and my sphincter clenched tight. The thought that Song Haneul would eventually shove a cock in here made my face twist. It didn't look like it would fit, and yet she was telling me to put it in — the hesitation only grew. Even with the body swap, a part of me wondered if this was really okay, and my lips went bone-dry.
"Ugh…"
I stood the plug upright on the toilet lid. Aiming myself over it like I was about to sit down, I put my weight on it. A firm pressure, and I felt my ass being forced open. I still wondered what psychology made her tell me to put in something that clearly wouldn't all fit. Shaking my head, I stood back up.
"Oh, for fuck's sake…"
Out of pure embarrassment, I turned on the shower for no real reason. Hiding behind the sound of water hitting the floor, I sat back down on the toilet. The muscles in my cheeks twitched.
"Nnh… nnh…"
Was it even going in? Could I get it in before the night was over? At least there was a bathroom attached to the master bedroom — if Mom came out for no reason, it'd be a disaster. She wouldn't walk in while I was washing, but I really didn't want to get caught bathing with these things. Then "Song Hamin" would be the one under suspicion. Of course, the "Song Haneul" doing this voluntarily was no small problem either.
"This doesn't seem like it's going in… huh…?"
I was about to tell Song Haneul it was impossible when my body suddenly sank down with a deep push. The cold plastic of the toilet lid — which hadn't been touching my ass cheeks — pressed against my skin.
"Oh— uh— nnghhh…"
The impact of it slamming home made my stomach throb. Clutching my lower belly, I toppled forward. I pressed my forehead to the bathroom tiles and trembled. The sensation of my ass spreading open. The jolt like something had struck my guts. My eyes felt like they were rolling back — it was agony. The cold lube had gone in with it, and my stomach seemed to churn. No matter how hard I clenched, the curved shape only held the entrance open wider; there was no sign of it coming out. I reflexively bore down, but it was pointless.
I barely managed to get my shaking legs under me and crawled on all fours toward the cascading water. I tried to calm my overheated body somehow, but with my body this uncomfortable, my mind couldn't settle either. I steadied my swaying frame and stood. I dried off and struggled into my clothes, but that single plug lodged in my ass remained like a thorn stuck in my throat. A thorn of absolutely insane size, though.
The one silver lining was that nothing stuck out like a cumbersome tail. If I just thought of it as a stopper plugged into my ass, it was almost manageable. It would have been better still without that feeling of being stretched and pressed from every direction.
"Done washing?"
"…Were you waiting for me?"
The moment the water cut off, Song Haneul poked her face in. Then she beckoned me into the room. I let out a sigh and followed.
"Take them off."
"I just put them on."
"Then you should've come without them."
"…Fine."
With a look close to resignation, I slid my pants and underwear down. Apparently my dawdling was too slow for her — she yanked the half-lowered pants toward herself. She looked at my ass, then reached out. I flinched once at the finger sliding into the cleft, and again at the pressure of her pushing on the plug. Strength surged into me on instinct, but the stopper shape meant nothing showed.
"Nice. You managed it all by yourself?"
"If my ass ends up permanently stretched, I'm not taking responsibility…"
"It's fine, it's fine."
"I have absolutely no idea what's fine about this."
How many women could casually say it was fine if their own ass got stretched open? She wasn't thinking of it as someone else's ass, was she? She was going to give the body back… right? I was pretty sure Song Haneul had been the one screaming for a swap at the start, but somehow the situation felt completely reversed.
"Doesn't feel good?"
"There's no way it could."
All the sensation concentrated in my ass was killing my mood. I'd just finished washing and should have felt refreshed, but instead I only felt more haggard. I clicked my tongue.
"You want me to wear this with Mom in the house?"
"It's not like anyone can tell."
"…What about eating?"
A person can't live without using their intestines. Blocking things up like this created all kinds of problems. The list of things I'd have to watch out for would only grow, and I'd have no choice but to be hypervigilant.
"We've got plenty of yogurt. You ate a lot at dinner."
"I can't live on yogurt alone."
"Then wear it for just one day and take it out."
"One day…?"
Even while sleeping?
"If Mom steps out at lunch, I'll take it out for you."
"No."
"You won't be able to get it out by yourself anyway."
"Still no."
If it was Song Haneul, she'd definitely use taking it out as an excuse to do something else. I refused with a hard glare, and she pouted, looking awkward.
"Fine, whatever."
The way she gave up so easily only made me more suspicious. What else was she planning?
"I already showed you, so I'm taking it out now?"
"…No. I don't want that either."
"Why not, then?"
"I just… want to watch you go about your day like that."
"That is a seriously twisted taste."
Song Haneul was starting to scare me a little. Or maybe "fed up" was the better word. Either way, she was something else.