Danny whistled with glee as he fished his keys out of his jeans' pocket. He casually stepped up to the door, mischievously chuckling as he thought about all the chaos he'd done. "'ULLO!" The booming voice startled Danny, causing him to jump suddenly and throw his keys away into a clump of unkempt thorn bushes. 'Ugh,' Danny grumbled, 'She's back..."
Resting one of her beefy appendages on top of the crumbling mortar wall that divided their driveways was Danny's least favourite neighbour, Mrs MacPhillips. "Hello there, Mrs MacPhillips," Danny half-heartedly greeted her as he plastered a fake smile on his face. "I thought you were in Barbados until Monday..."
Mrs MacPhillips roared with a throaty chuckle that echoed in Danny's ears. "Ah, oi wish! Let me tell yer, de lads over dare are packing more 'ayte than the bloody SUN! Janey Mack, de time oi 'ad; wan time a fella came outside av me room- Lord JAYSUS, de things we did..."
As she continued to holler in her thick Irish accent, Danny nodded absentmindedly, feigning interest into her holiday. She'd always seemed perfectly comfortable talking about her sexual exploits around Danny and over time he just found it normal to hear about yet another of her affairs.
While she yapped on about how much the better the weather in Barbados was compared to Britain, a black Land Rover pulled up outside her home and out stepped a balding, bespectacled man whose face grew bright red as his rage began to boil.
'Here we go again...' Danny grumbled as the man angrily waddled up to Mrs MacPhillips.
"Yer a lying COW!" Mr MacPhillips hollered as he closed in on his 'loving' wife. "Ye told me ye'd gone for a retrate wi' yer work, but naw, ye fly ter de Caribbean ter git yer brains shagged 'oyt!"
"Well oi wouldn't bleedin 'av to if yer weren't such an auld LANGER! Seriously, not even Viagra can lift up yer sorry excuse for a COCK!"
Diplomatic conversations quickly broke down into unintelligible shouting from both sides.
Danny looked down th street to see a young 18 year old couple walking hand in hand down the street. Although neither of them were really attractive, Danny still smiled as he schemed to solve at least one of the problems the MacPhillips faced.
As he grinned, the argument temporarily halted as Mrs MacPhillip's 50 year old clunge folded in on itself, giving space for a decently sized 6 inch penis to sprout outwards. 2 audible pop noises could be heard as (surprisingly) large testicles were squeezed out of her vagina, now completely sealed over by skin and thick, black pubic hair. Although she was oblivious to the alteration, she could feel the erotic sensation of her first boner tenting up the crotch region of her flower print dress.
Mr MacPhillips however winced when his swap happened, his ancient penis suddenly swallowed back into his body. The opposite process happened to him; his scrotum and balls disappearing as a deep cavern opened up. The girl he had swapped with must have been really turned on as he felt his briefs getting moist as his focus shifted to his wife's rising package.
They both stood confused for a moment as they're thoughts became muddled with new memories from the new reality. "Um, what was I talking about?" Mr MacPhillips asked in a sweet, melodic tone, devoid of his previous Irish accent (Danny had also swapped their voices with the couple for some extra fun).
Mrs MacPhillips struggled, and ultimately failed, to contain her teenage libido. She grinned slyly as she placed a dainty hand on her husband's virgin snatch as she sensually whispered, "You said something about getting your brains shagged out."
Mr MacPhillips giggled excitedly as his vagina continued to moisten. Mrs MacPhillips guided him inside their home where they quickly locked the door.
"Oh yeah!" Danny exclaimed as he congratulated himself for his quick thinking. "I basically single handedly SAVED a marriage while having some fun at the same time! I'm like a SUPERHERO or something! Wait: I am... the SUPER SWAPPER!" He placed his hands on his hips to emphasise his heroic nature.
"You look very heroic right now, I have to admit."
Danny turned around to see...
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