Winter Storm

 

Sam and his girlfriend Alice were trapped in their home, in the midst of a terrible winter storm. Snow was falling, ice clung to trees and power lines, and the roads were a disaster. Things were so bad the governor of their state shut down almost everything. At least the power was still on... nope, it just went out. Teeth clattering and bodies shivering Sam and Alice gathered as many blankets and pillows as they could find, huddling together for warmth as the temperature fell below zero. Warmth was fleeting, and feeling pretty fed up with the entire situation Sam joked with his girlfriend. 

"Man wish we could be in the tropics right about now. At least it'd be warm" 

"Aww that would be nice. Maybe we can go there one day, maybe on our honeymoon~" Alice stressed, nudging into Sam, hoping he'd take a hint. 

"Yeah maybe so babe" Sam wrapped his arm around Alice even closer, the two slowly falling asleep cuddled together and underneath layers and layers of blankets... 

Sam woke up hearing blaring pop music. Opening his eyes his vision was filled with flashing lights, and he was surrounded by other people, all dancing and letting loose. 

"Neat dream, im in a club" Sam said to himself then froze. His voice. It sounded completely different. There was a heavy accent, and it was oddly feminine sounding. Looking down, Sam almost screamed. His pasty white skin was now a flawless tan, and his vision was dominated by two large mounds.

"What the hell!?" Sam gripped his throat, feeling his adams apple was gone. He needed to see what was going on. Stumbling around the dance floor, thanks to the heels and the increasingly buzzed feeling coursing through his head, Sam stumbled into the nearest bathroom, gripping the sink. Looking up the reflection in the mirror was not Sam. No instead it was the reflection of a thick Latina, wearing a skin tight, pink party dress. Her face was made up to the nines, with perfect nails and jewelry, including a ring on her finger, a ring Sam immediately could identify as a wedding ring. 

"How...? Q-Que? ¿Qué pasó?" Sam spoke to himself, not catching he was speaking fluent Spanish. "This has to be a dream right?" Sam went to splash water onto his face but stopped. That water would totally ruin her makeup! "Mierda... I need to find help" Stumbling out of the bathroom, not used to the new assets, and especially new heels, Sam went back out into the club. Maybe if this was a dream Alice was around? It was worth a shot at least. 

The dance floor was packed, Sam squeezing between the dancing bodies, forcefully ignoring the guys hitting on him, and patting his now juicy ass. Sam quickly got turned around in the middle of the dance floor when she suddenly felt a hand grab her ass. 

"There you are~ You know when you said you wanted to go to the tropics, I didn't think you meant right this minute" Sam turned around to see the voice belonged to a man, a rather handsome, hunky man. Sam looked him over and was instantly smitten, his mind telling him that it was her... his... no, her husband Michael. 

"W-Wait... Alice!?" Sam spat out in shock. 

"Yep, but its Michael now. And I got to say you turned out so sexy babe" Michael/Alice held Sam's chin, looking down on the now very short Latina. 

"Y-You ended up as a hunk and I got this body of a s-sexy Latina mami!" Sam complained. 

"There's more than just that Mari. We somehow possessed the bodies of a couple on their honeymoon. We better not disappoint then~" Michael turned Mari around and pulled her butt into his crotch, causing Mari/Sam to let out a little squeal. 

"Ahhh papi~ Please dont mess with my trasero like that!" Mari whined, her mind and body getting warmer and warmer, not just from the booze in her system, but also sexual need. A need for her husband. 

"How about you start to twerk on my crotch? I know you want to shake that ghetto booty of yours" Michael smirked, slapping his girls jiggly ass. 

"I-I... no I-" Mari stammered, her mind was telling her no, but her body was telling her yes. 

"Do you not want to party with your husband Mari?" Michael asked, Mari feeling her husbands large hands rub her back. 

"Si... Si I do papi~" with that Mari began to twerk and shake her ass into Michael's crotch, loving every second of the bulge that was rubbing on her bulbous cheeks. As her ass worked her husbands cock, Mari fell more and more in love with her husband. The memories of their first meeting, their first date, the proposal, the wedding, every intimate detail. "P-Papi~" Mari moaned. "Necessito you're grande cock~!" 

Michael just laughed, his hands guiding the twerking hips of his wife. "Ha, I love it when you speak like a latin slut" 

"Gracias Papi~ But por favor! I need your pene ahora!" Mari moaned out, the need for her husbands cock at an all time high, her pussy beyond wet with need. 

"Alright Mari, lets have one more drink, then I'll take you to our suite and impregnate you~" Michael whispered into Mari's ear, Mari almost cumming right there and then. With a whimper, Michael took his wifes hand and led her to the bar, stopping every so often for a sloppy kiss on Mari's plump filled lips. 

"Order what you want babe" Michael said, ordering a simple old fashioned. 

"Strawberry margarita, double liquor" Mari told the bartender. 

"Make it triple barkeep" Michael chimed in, the bartender doing what was asked. 

"Someone wants me all boozed up~ Travieso papi~" Mari giggled, both drinking arriving at the same time. The couple happily drank their drinks, flirting the whole time, slightly annoying the bartender who was used to this sort of thing. 

"I love it when you get sloppy drunk Mari. Makes you so damn sexy" Michael patted his wife's ass. 

"Hehehe ish not drunk iz just tingles~" Mari winked and giggled. 

With the drinks finally finished Michael took his wife, scooping her up bridal style and carrying her towards the elevator. As soon as the elevator door closed, Mari bombarded her husband in kisses, leaving lipstick prints all over his face and neck. The couple eventually found themselves in their honeymoon suite, Mari set down onto the carpeted floor. 

"We're back Mari." Michael smiled undoing his tie. He didn't get it off much before Mari pounced onto him, pushing his back onto the bed. 

"Less talky more fucky papi~!" Mari moaned, undoing her husband's pants and shirt. Mari was desperate, and soon enough she was riding her husband's cock, her tits spilling out of her dress and her ass fully exposed, her dress having rode up her back. Moaning like a slut in heat, Mari began milking her husband's cock right then and there. "M-Mi Gusta~!" Mari moaned over and over, feeling her husband's cock spear her insides. "Oh so grande~" Michael was bucking and thrusting up into his wife, Mari cumming and moaning and jiggling like the whore she was deep down. 

"Fill me! Lléname! Lléname!" Mari moaned, desperate for seed. 

"Got it mamacita" Michael grunted with effort, and after a few more good thrusts shot his cum deep inside Mari's insides, painting them white. Both parties collapsed onto the bed, their sweaty bodies panting. 

"Fuck Mari... that was so good." Michael panted.

"Si... bueno..." Mari licked her lips in a daze.

After a short break, the couple would get back at it for round two, and three, and four. What had been a day started out in shivering, icy coldness ended in a night filled with hot, steamy passion. Mari and Michael as they were now known as would go on to full enjoy their new lives and selves, and just as Michael had promised, Mari left the honeymoon knocked up, the first of many more members of their familia.