Author's note:
This story is based on the episode, Taming of the Cube, where a gelatinous cube caused Hayley and Jake to switch bodies.
The episode turned a blind eye to a lot of logistical stuff that would have kept it from being a "teen" show episode. I wanted to address what they had to ignore.
This story takes place about mid-episode, when Hayley and Jake are going to bed for the night, in each other's bodies.
I hope you enjoy and appreciate it, and quite frankly, I'm surprised that no one else has written a similar story already. The first thing I thought of, at that point in the episode, was, "that's an erotic fanfic waiting to happen."
Just fyi, I wrote this maybe the middle of last year. I've been sitting on it for a while in the hopes of finishing it, but I don't see that happening any time soon. I will, however write a summary of what the last chapter would have been, so you won't be left hanging completely.
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"Okay, the ears are off," Hayley finally announced. "Now you put my journal away and don't read it."
"I'll think about it," Jake teased.
"It'll be much easier to take Mr. Tuttles' head off," Hayley responded, aggressively.
"Okay. Okay." Jake replied quickly and genuinely afraid. "I'm putting it away. I'm putting it in your desk drawer."
Hayley could not actually see him do it, since it was out of view of her laptop camera, but she believed him. "Alright, then."
"But you don't get to sleep with Mr. Tuttles," Jake added.
"I didn't want to sleep with your smelly beaver, anyway," she retorted.
"Alright, then," Jake approved. He paused. "Good night," he continued with an air of uncertainty and mild distrust.
"Good night," she responded equally. They both moved their hands slowly to turn off the laptop cameras, but then quickly at the last second to turn them off simultaneously.
She closed Jake's laptop and turned around to once again see his filthy room before her. It was time to sleep, but as she stared at Jake's bed, she shuttered at the thought of actually getting under those covers. If it smelled like beef jerky on the top, she could only imagine what it smelled like between the sheets.
She wished that she could take a shower but she didn't want to- "Oh, crap!"
A little surprised that she didn't think of it sooner, especially after the bathroom mix up, earlier, she said to herself, in a mixture of dread and anger, "Jake better not do anything pervy with my body."
Oh, the bathroom thing. She winced. What has he seen and...touched...already?
She raised his communicator and was about to call him, but she stopped before pushing the button. She debated the options with herself. Should she leave it and hope that he won't do anything? Should she call and threaten him? Would that put the idea in his head?
She glanced back at Jake's Honey Ricochet drawing. I doubt I'd be giving him any new ideas.
Even if she did threaten him, she would have no way of knowing if he did anything. They did have that delicate exchange of trust before they shut off the cameras. Maybe that will suffice, especially if calling him shows distrust.
She was not pleased, but she decided the best move was to let it go. Of course, letting it go and feeling at ease with it were two very different things. Nonetheless, she removed his communicator from his wrist and set it on his desk.
As she took off Jake's red and black flannel shirt, leaving the blue t-shirt on, she could not help but imagine what he might be doing at that same moment, in preparation for going to bed.
Hesitantly, she took off his shoes, and even more hesitantly, his socks. She decided to leave the jeans on. Was he offering her the same courtesy, she wondered.
She imagined him in her body, undressing for bed, the way she normally did. Taking off her t-shirt and pants. She imagined him staring into a mirror at her body standing in her bra and panties.
He probably wouldn't hesitate at all to strip down and run his fingers all over my…. Oh, my.
She froze. She felt movement in her, uh, Jake's pants. She was afraid to move as Jake's penis became engorged and his pants became tighter.
Oh, no. What am I going to do? I can't believe that I just got an erection.
She leapt from the desk chair and looked down at the bulge. "Ahh," she yelled.
I'm starring t Jake's crotch!
She quickly put her hands over it to block the view. "Ahh," she yelled again.
Now I'm touching Jake's crotch!
She quickly removed her hands and looked around the room helplessly.
"What am I going to do?" She searched her memory for things she'd seen in movies and on TV about what guys did to avoid sexual thoughts.
"Baseball! Think about baseball!"
Oh, no. It's uncomfortable. I need to adjust it. … Like baseball players are always doing. Crap.
She closed her eyes, winced and let out a whine as she reached a hand down. She tried to keep the physical contact to a minimum as she pressed and nudged the bulge in various directions, but it was not working. She was going to have to grab it.
She braced herself as she hesitantly grabbed the bulge and moved it around, naturally bending at the knees to open the legs to make more room. Doing so, of course, just increased her sensation of the organ.
Oh, crap. It feels good, she mentally whined.
She was suddenly beset by a curious desire to take the pants off completely.
Just go away, stupid erection.
She intuitively understood that the desire to take off the jeans was not unlike the desire to take off one's shoes to offer relief to one's feet.
"I can't believe I'm actually doing this," she whined as she unbuckled Jake's belt, unbuttoned and unzipped Jake's jeans, and pushed them down. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside.
Oh, man! The underwear are still binding, she thought, disappointed. Why couldn't this be as easy as when I went to the bathroom? I didn't have to touch anything, then.
She realized that the only way she was going to be able to sufficiently solve her discomfort problem was to actually put a hand into the underwear and make uninhibited contact.
With Jake's left hand, she grabbed the waistband of the underwear using only Jake's thumb and forefinger. She pulled the waistband out. With Jake's right hand, she got only as far as above the entrance before pausing. She did not yet have the will to take the plunge, so to speak.
She soon found herself in a new predicament. Though she was not looking down, the reality that Jake's privates were basically exposed to her suddenly had her feeling slightly tempted to take a peek. Moreover, the longer she hesitated, the greater the temptation became.
I guess there wouldn't be any harm in taking a little peek. I have wondered what they look like…in person.
She opened her eyes and slowly began to lower her gaze. At the same time, she pulled the waistband out further, as far as it would go. His face was pointed downward, but Jake's eyes were darting around the room until she finally found the nerve to look.
She found herself looking at a bush of hair, about half of a penis, and some scrotum on either side.
What am I doing? It's so weird. … I can't see it all.
She moved Jake's head side to side, hoping the angle change would reveal more, but it did not. She was going to have to pull down the underwear.
She grabbed either side of the waistband and began pushing the material downward, slowly. The front of the waistband pressed against Jake's penis as slide down the length. Or perhaps it was the penis that was pressing.
As the waistband was about to move past the head, she jump with a start as Jake's full length sprung out like a catapult.
"Oh! Was not expecting that."
She inspected it. It was roughly six or seven inches in length. Not massively thick, but nothing to be ashamed of. He was circumcised. It curved downward slightly.
She felt physically compelled to touch it. She was at a loss to understand it, but it was almost the same way you want to close your eyes when you're tired, except that this urge was not quite that strong. Maybe something more like wanting to pop your knuckles.
She moved an extended finger towards the penis: slow at first, and then a quicker, soft jab. The penis wobbled a little. Physically, she wanted to full-on grab it, but she had been resisting. She did not feel quite that bold, yet.
With the same forefinger, she pushed the penis aside and held it there as she looked at Jake's scrotum. She made a face at the site if it.
Ew. Wrinkly. … And hairy. That's disgusting.
She let Jake's penis move back into place, but she left the finger on it. She rubbed along the length. She noted the mushroom cap head, the large vein that ran over the top and then down the side, the smoothness of the skin.
She added a middle finger and thumb. As the two fingers grazed the underside of the penis, she gasped at a jolt of sensation. She grazed it again, but the sensation was not quite as impressive that time.
She let go to finish removing the underwear and to take off Jake's t-shirt. She stood in Jake's completely nude body in the middle of his bedroom, and after a deep breath, wrapped his entire hand around his penis.
She aimlessly gripped and rubbed various ways until she gradually developed a basic intuitive knowledge of what feels good. Without thought, she made a sort of milking motion towards the head and suddenly a drop of some clear fluid came out and formed a bead on the tip of the penis.
Is that urine?
Something seemed different about it from urine. She touched the tip of Jake's finger to it and then pulled it away. Briefly, a strand of the fluid connected his finger to his penis, indicating that the fluid was sticky, unlike urine.
That must be the lubricating fluid. Mine is always kind of sweet tasting. I wonder what his tastes like.
She scooped a bit more onto Jake's finger and then licked it off.
Hey, it's sweet too- "Oh my goodness! I just licked that!"
She slapped Jake's other hand over his mouth upon realizing that she had said that a bit more loudly than she had preferred. She hoped that no one else in the house heard her through the walls.
She froze in place and waited a moment to see and listen if anyone was going to react, but nothing happened. After calming down again, she returned her attention to Jake's member.
More rubbing and milking brought forth more lubricant, which she spread around the head of the penis. It significantly improved the pleasure she derived.
I gotta lay down.
She moved towards the bed, but then remembered how gross she thought it was. She paused and looked around the room for some alternative. She then saw the house coat that she had hung up when she had "cleaned" the room earlier. It had not smelled all too bad. Maybe he wore it after a shower or something.
She grabbed the housecoat and spread it over Jake's bed. She moved to lay down, but then realized that his pillow was not covered.
"Ew," she uttered before pulling the housecoat up to cover the pillow as well. She then lay down and continued. The pleasure was a little better without the distraction of standing.
The limited lubricating fluid was losing its effectiveness, so she naturally went to her usual practice of using saliva.
I'm so glad I brushed his teeth, already.
She transferred a large amount of saliva to Jake's penis. Mixed with the lubricating fluid, the sensation was amazing. Habitually, she began to rub and pinch Jake's left nipple with her free hand, but to her dismay, his lack of actual breast rendered the action mostly fruitless.
She returned her focus to his penis.
Oh, that's so good.
It was good, but certainly in a different way than what she was used to. It was happening a lot more quickly and easily. She was a little jealous.
She kept compulsively closing Jake's eyes, and the more pleasure she felt, the more frequently she did it, but she really wanted to see the ejaculation, so she started forcing herself to keep looking as much as she could.
She felt pressure building inside Jake's body. She gave his penis one final dose of saliva. She stroked faster.
Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Here it comes. This is it.
Jake's mouth hung open as she breathed deeply, but irregularly. She forced herself to keep watching as she raised Jake's hips off of the bed. Along with an astonishing surge of energy, she convulsed while sending a geyser of semen shooting into the air.
She did not realize where she was aiming, because that first jet flew in a high arch, and just as the second convulsion was firing off another shot, the first one was landing directly off-center onto Jake's upper lip, and being of such a volume, it quickly oozed downward into Jake's mouth.
What the...
The remaining convulsions occurred entirely of their own accord and she was in a state of partial shock at that point.
The orgasm was amazing, albeit brief. The ejaculation was too quick to really be able to fully appreciate it while distracted by the orgasm. But foremost on her mind was the fact that she had just taken a load in "her" mouth.
She had definitely not intended to do that, and so she instinctively raised up and spit it out. Once again, not aiming very well, she spit it onto Jake's leg.
She could still taste some remaining semen in his mouth. More surprised than repulsed by the occurrence, she was not so quick to try to spit out the residual semen. She decided to give a fair shake to tasting it.
It was not necessarily what she would call good, but it was not bad. She noticed that she had two more puddles of semen on Jake's chest and stomach, not to mention what was running down the side of his penis and over his fingers.
She released his penis and stared at the semen on his fingers. She spread his fingers and watched the milky strands form between them. She squeezed some between his thumb and forefinger to get a better feel of its consistency.
She was still curious about the taste, so she inquisitively licked some off of his finger. It was not bad. She decided to go a step further and lick the rest off of his fingers. She rolled the glob over his tongue.
She had conflicting feeling about it. On the one hand, it reminded her of a loogie, which was not pleasant. On the other hand, it also reminded her a little of tapioca pudding, minus the lumps, which was okay.
She decided to swallow it. It was okay. Then a realization hit her.
I just swallowed Jake's load. Why am I doing this? Well... Might as well clean up the rest of the evidence.
She found it oddly enjoyable to scoop of the pools of semen from his chest and stomach and then eat them. She scraped up the majority of what was left on his penis and then put it in his mouth.
"This would be easier if I wasn't in his body."
She then flashed an image of her being in her own body, naked, sitting on the bed beside him, licking his semen off of him. She closed his eyes and shook his head to clear the thought away.
"Get a grip, Hayley." She looked down at his penis. "Maybe not the best choice of words."
She got off the bed and finished wiping off with a tissue. Finally limp again, she put on a clean pair of Jake's underwear and went about finding something she would actually be willing to sleep on.
The orgasm was great, but short-lived. My usual orgasms last longer, but I have to work more for them. Kind of a trade-off, I guess.
I wonder if I could make a bed out of a skate board and an amplifier.