Madam President (M2F) Preview

My latest story features a young man turning into a body double for a gorgeous African American president. Madam President is available in Smashwords, Amazon, and wherever ebooks are sold. Preview below.

Jeremy is about to become a body double for the first female African American president of the United States. He’s got to learn to cope with being the most powerful woman on the planet. And for Jeremy, enjoying her shape, her smooth ebony skin, her stunning curves, and her amazingly responsive body is just one of the perks of the job.


“I’ve told all White House staff that the president is using this room as a private retreat. You’re not gonna be disturbed by anyone. Your job, for the next three days, is to stay in this room, learn everything I’ve laid out in the files on the computer, and be ready to go on Monday.”

“Got it.” Luke had no idea if he could actually do it, but it was too late to admit that now. But daunting as the assignment was, when he thought of the body he now occupied, he kinda thought he might actually be up for it.

Howard’s stance relaxed a little and he glanced down at his chiming phone. “Ok then, one last thing.” He crossed to the door and opened it.

Luke’s newfound confidence crumbled as he found himself face to face with the President of the United States.

She ran an assessing eye over him. “Looks good.” Tilting her head to one side, she added, “Is he fully briefed?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Howard answered. “He starts prep today and should be ready on schedule.”

“Good.” The president gave a curt nod and then stepped forward until she was mere inches away.

Luke resisted the almost overwhelming urge to take a step back. She had an aura of palpable force: raw energy and absolute power kept under tight control.

She didn’t whisper, just dropped her voice to a low steely murmur. “Everything you do while wearing this body, reflects back on me. You study, you learn, you stay on script… and we won’t have a problem.” She didn’t need to deliver the rest of the threat; such was the power of her personality and position, she knew she would be obeyed.

Luke eventually managed a croaky, “Yes, ma’am”.

But she was already out the door with Howard trailing after her.

Luke sat down at the desk and began going through the files on his computer. But he was quickly distracted by the sight of Allison’s slender fingers dancing across the keyboard under his control. Allison’s hair fell down and tickled the back of his neck, and as he leaned his head in one hand he felt the transformed contours of his soft face. He could even smell a faint trace of her floral perfume.

Luke flopped back in the chair with a heavy sigh. The action caused his breasts to bounce lightly and drew his attention to his chest. Holy shit. Not only was he the fucking president, but he had her tits just beneath the shapeless hospital gown he was still wearing. Luke’s curiosity got the best of him. He stood and untied the gown, fingers sliding against the curve of his plump ass. He shrugged himself free of the gown and let it drop to the floor, then stared down at Allison’s body.

“Fuck me,” he whispered in Allison’s voice.

She had the body of a thirty year old. Her delicious mocha skin was interspersed here and there with a mole or a scar that just made her seem more real. His legs were long and sinewy, with strong calves and delicate-looking toes. And her breasts, god, her breasts were amazing, curving gently from her body, capped with rich brown areolae. He brought his hands up to his chest and ran them over her skin, feeling her plump tits. He pulled them apart and let them swing back together, bouncing hypnotically against each other and sending shivers down his spine. This was his body. These were his breasts.

“Oh my god, I’m feeling up the president,” Luke murmured, his voice soft and sensual.

His hands continued circling his breasts, enjoying the feel of his warm body. A pleasant vibration began between his legs as he continued fondling his breasts, and he realized he was turning himself on, getting wet just at the sight of touching Allison’s body, at gazing down at her form from his new perspective. The horniness was interesting, too. More inward focused rather than the obvious erection of a guy. There was a rising tension accompanied by a strange feeling of release. He could feel his pussy growing wet, his lips sliding together as he walked to the bed and sat down on it.


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