The wife of James's estranged friend moves in and threatens to derail James's new life in Emily's body. Only...she's got a secret of her own in Jailbroken 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Michael sat with Lauren, his mom, at the kitchen table. She had her arms crossed on the table, legs spread beneath. James would have called it ‘manspreading’ if she’d been a man. She was already a tall woman and seemed to want to take up even more space. She kept brushing her tangled auburn hair out of her face every few minutes only to have it fall back down.

Michael sat next to her, dumbfounded, the grief of losing his father—James’s former best friend—not quite setting in. He queried her again and again how it had happened so out of the blue.

“It must have been the gas leak everyone’s talking about,” She said again, as James set down a cup of coffee in front of her. “She—he was driving. Going through an intersection and a truck just came out of nowhere. I’m lucky to be alive.”

Michael rocked back and forth slowly, a blank gaze on his face. “I just talked to him last week.”

“I didn’t want to be alone without him there.”

“You can stay as long as you need,” James said, tapping Emily’s fingers on the table and staring off into space, trying to process the news. “I can’t believe Robert’s dead. I always thought I’d be the first to go.”

“What?” Michael sniffed, wiping away tears.

“I mean…that’s how healthy he looked,” James tried to cover his mistake, forgetting momentarily in his grief that he was now a twenty-three year old female athlete.

“Jesus…this is…Jesus,” Michael said.

“I’ll go get the spare room set up,” James said, casting about for an excuse to leave so he wouldn’t slip up again.

Being alone for a few moments allowed him to gather his thoughts. James didn’t doubt that the swapping bubble—or whatever the hell it was—had caused this. Probably the truck driver swapped bodies with someone and crashed into his Robert and his wife. From the sound of it, she was lucky to be alive.

James came back downstairs just as Lauren was lugging her suitcase inside. She was a graceless woman, her body moving in a weird, unbalanced rhythm. Like her hips and legs had different ideas of how to walk. Strange, because she was obviously fit judging from the solid curves of her arms and legs. Maybe she was just ungainly in her grief. James took pity on her and took the suitcase from her and rolled it up to the spare room. One of the latches was undone, and when James let go of the handle the suitcase overbalanced and tilted onto the floor. The other latch popped open, spilling some of the contents.

It looked like it had been hastily packed. Clothes shoved inside with no rhyme or reason. Shorts. Dresses. Pants. Tops. A ton of bras. A purse.

Over the rest of the day, James helped out Michael and Lauren in their grief. There must have been a funeral to plan. Insurance to arrange. Practical things like that, but neither seemed ready to face it.

Lauren kicked off her shoes and slouched back on the couch in the entertainment room, letting a rerun of an old football game play out onscreen, only sometimes paying attention. Michael sat beside her. James sat with them, occasionally offering to bring food or drinks as they processed their loss.

Lauren reclined like a man, legs akimbo, one hand resting between her legs absently scratching herself. She kept looking over at James with eyes that seemed…what? Needy? Lustful? Maybe that was just James’s reading because she was a gorgeous woman in distress.

James didn’t have the opportunity to study makeup for the rest of the day. Nor try on Emily’s clothes and get used to walking in high heels. But he acted as ladylike as he could. As Emily-like as he remembered, which consisted mostly of staying quiet and making comforting noises. It was all he’d known of her from when they visited him in prison back in his old life.

Michael stayed home from work the next day and they began the process of funeral preparations. Lauren was no less disheveled after a night’s rest. When she came downstairs in just a tight white top and leggings, James had to stop himself from doing a double take. Her body was tight. Muscular and firm like his own, with legs for miles and a beefy butt practically begging James to take a bite. Her nipples dimpled out the top almost obscenely.

She brushed past him to grab the carafe of coffee and poured herself a mug. As she concentrated on pouring, James let his gaze flit down her solid form, her taut buttocks, back up to her breasts and then to those wild green eyes that were now looking at him and had caught him staring.

“Like what you see?” She said, quirking an eyebrow.

It was a strange, almost flirtatious response. There was something off about her.

“Wow, I still can’t believe you got caught up in that weird incident,” James said, taking a sip of his coffee and watching Lauren carefully. “It must have been pretty chaotic. What actually happened?”

She shrugged and scratched idly at her chest, sending her breasts bobbing. “We were just driving along and then the next thing I know she just went into shock. Like everything had just…changed suddenly.”

“She?”

“I meant ‘he’. Robert. Or whoever was in his body.” Her eyes flitted away briefly, then returned to James. “I guess in their panic they didn’t realize they were driving.”

“So you believe the whole body swapping thing?”

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Alyssa hated Kaitlin with a fierce passion and had gotten hold of a possession spell intent on ruining Kaitlin's life. As soon as she finished casting the spell she blinked her eyes open in a stranger's house.Alyssa had expected to find herself in Kaitlin's body, Kaitlin's huge tits hanging from her chest. Instead, she found herself on her back, Kaitlin's huge tits gently bobbing back and forth above her head. There was a pleasant tightness in her groin. A deep desire to thrust, like an itch that could only be scratched by thrusting something deep."You like that, baby?" Kaitlin asked, licking her lips.Alyssa dragged her eyes away from Kaitlin's tits - which were suddenly mesmerizing - and looked down her body. She saw a broad chest, a flat stomach, and Kaitlin's fingers around someone's cock. It took a second for Alyssa's brain to catch up with her eyes, to realize that she could feel Kaitlin's fingers on her new member. That this cock was hers.Somehow she'd ended up in Kaitlin's boyfriend. It was maybe the second best body to ruin her life with, but that was the last thing on Alyssa's mind at the moment. She should have laughed at that prissy bitch trying to be sexy, but what she really wanted was for Kaitlin to keep stroking her cock. And why were her massive tits so inviting?Alyssa reached up to grab a handful as the pressure intensified in her core until she came suddenly, cock erupting with white cum that spilled down Kaitlyn's fingers.Well. Alyssa would just have to wait a bit longer until she jumped out of this body. She wanted to literally fuck her enemy over first.

Henry continues his mission of exfiltrating the leaders of the rebel colony, even as he fights his desire for the colony's leader in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview here.

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Henry continues his mission of exfiltrating the leaders of the rebel colony, even as he fights his desire for the colony's leader in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview here.

The fourth book in the Exile of the Mind series. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14949

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Henry continues his mission of exfiltrating the leaders of the rebel colony, even as he fights his desire for the colony's leader in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 2, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, Amazon, or wherever ebooks are sold.

The fourth book in the Exile of the Mind series.

Henry's new body is powerful and strong, but there are remnants of Leila's mind that hunger for Darren Vaughn. Even as he carries out his mission, undermining the rebel colony of Stofdorp by exfiltrating the leaders one by one, his thoughts are consumed with Darren.

Henry must put aside the needs of his body for the sake of the mission, hunting each leader down and carrying them out of the colony along a secret route. He carries with him the knowledge that succeeding in his mission will destroy his relationship with Vaughn. He can't fight the needs of his sensual body entirely, but maybe he can sate them enough to do what he has to do.

Henry and Darren arrived together at the great hall for breakfast. Councilor Charlotte, overseer of propaganda and civil cohesion, was already seated with a sour look on her face. Her thin lips pressed even more firmly together as they approached. She was once again in her black and blue robes. Her grey hair meticulously styled up in a fanciful bun.

Henry, in Leila’s form and taking on her role as Darren’s bodyguard, nodded stiffly to Charlotte and sat beside Darren. He’d been given a change of clothes, tailored to his build, from one of the particle replicators. It was a sleek black jumpsuit that clung loosely to his body but allowed for a range of movement. They’d returned his plasma knife and he kept it in a sheath about his waist. In the few short days Henry had been in Leila’s body, he’d adjusted to her close quarters combat preferences. With her reach, agility and strength, she was a formidable opponent. And now Henry had that power.

Henry took his cue from Darren and the hours of footage he’d watched prior to the mission. When others were around, Darren and Leila hid their feelings. Henry maintained a professional relationship as Darren’s personal bodyguard. No one would have known that Darren and Henry had spent an intimate night together just from looking at them. Though, no doubt, the rumors would have spread if someone saw Darren leaving Henry’s quarters last night.

The three other members of the Stofdorp High Council—Brian Townley, Will Thomson and Isaac Holt—trickled in for breakfast. The Councilors held their meeting as they ate, Darren presiding over the others as they read off field reports and discussed the minutiae of governing. Henry absorbed as much as he could.

“Grain production is up eight percent overall this month,” Isaac—the agricultural strategist—said, reading from a handheld tablet, his arthritis-ridden fingers awkwardly tapping the screen. “If this keeps up we’ll no longer need resupply on a monthly basis.”

Brian—the biogeneticist specialist—broke in, rubbing his hands nervously together, “The new strain grows fifteen percent faster and is more nutritionally dense as well.”

“Good,” Darren nodded. “I want Stofdorp to be completely independent. It’s only a matter of time before the UN discovers the drops and puts an end to them so they can starve us out.”

He turned to Charlotte. “And what have we learned from yesterday’s attempted assassin?”

Charlotte glanced quickly at Henry before speaking. It appeared she still didn’t trust him. “He’s cracking. We believe there may be others.”

“Of course there are,” Darren growled. “He didn’t get in here on his own. You’re not harming his body, are you?”

“No,” Charlotte replied with a slight smile. “Mind knifing is delicate work but sometimes leaves a mess.”

“That’s fine,” Darren said. “He was a young man. Seemed fit. When you’re done with him give his body to someone who needs it. Perhaps Isaac here would prefer it.”

“That would be most welcome,” Isaac agreed. Surgery had made his face seemed boyishly youthful, but the age spots on his skin and his wrinkled fingers belied his true age.

“Make sure the spy sees what you’ve done,” Darren said to Charlotte.

Isaac smiled cruelly. “I shall twist the final mind knife myself so he can see his death is by his own hand.”

Charlotte must have caught a micro expression from Henry because she turned to him and frowned. “You disapprove?” Henry could sense her bionic eye examining him, studying his pulse, his breathing, his heat markers. Did she have Leila’s original readings in there? Would she see a difference with Henry’s mind inside?

“It seems…needlessly cruel. And a waste of time,” Henry said levelly.

“Leila,” Darren said, looking at him. “Things have changed since you’ve been away. We must set an example of anyone who acts against us lest they cause others to question us. It is, unfortunately, a necessity in our current precarious state. When we have taken Salopia and are no longer threatened by the UN, then we can afford to relax.”

It was the first Henry had heard of Darren’s plans to take Salopia and he kept his face carefully neutral.

When they finished eating, Henry was given a small vidscreen that fastened around his forearm. With it, he had as much access to the colony’s files as Darren allowed. Will led Darren and Henry out of the Council facility for a tour of the new mines. Henry got his first real look at Stofdorp from the steps of the council facility. The colony was in a wide valley carved out of the crust of Triton and walled with tarnished metal plating that rose up about twenty stories to the roof. A ceiling enclosed the colony and protected it from the harsh weather on the moon’s surface. Inset into the ceiling was a series of lights that mimicked a sun and gave everything a harsh, slightly bluish glow. The mining facility sat at the end of a wide road that led down through the valley. From the vantage point on the steps Henry could see all the way to the other side and the entrance he’d come in through just the night before. In between were all manner of domes and towers and markets and fields, all filled with people going about their daily activities.

The trio took an aircar—the only one Henry had seen in the colony—and flew slowly over the valley. Darren pointed out a few of the sights for Henry’s benefit: a heavily guarded boxy structure that stored weapons, several connected domes where agricultural or weapons research was conducted, the domes containing the animal pens, the training grounds where a few heavily armed soldiers held firing exercises.

The mine entrance Will was referring to was not the same one Henry had used to enter Stofdorp but a huge gate on the opposite side of the valley. It had been carved out of the crust, solid steel doors opening to reveal an airlock and another set of huge steel doors. As the aircar landed, the gargantuan doors squealed open and a huge six-wheeled hopper carrying a load of ore trundled out, heading towards the nearby processing facility.

Will hopped out and was eager to show off his operations. Smaller and stouter, Will had to take two steps for every one of Henry’s but seemed no less energetic for it. With a hearty laugh, he bragged about the improved destructive capabilities they were able to achieve by extracting the nitrogen from the moon’s crust.

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Request: Brandon had came back home from work finding his wife masturbating where he finds out later that his perverted neighbor, stalking his wife had swapped into her due to the FOSE

Brandon came home to find his wife, Rachel, on the couch. She was naked but for her panties, one hand on a ripe breast, the other stroking herself. When Brandon came in, her hands froze and she looked up at him guiltily."Shit, if I'd known you were in the mood I would have come home earlier," Brandon said, unknotting his tie.Rachel blushed and sat up, dropping her hands. "Uh, well, I…" She stammered, but Brandon silenced her with a kiss.She didn't kiss him back at first and he felt her trembling like a scared rabbit. It was only after he slipped his hand between her legs and stroked her heat just how she liked it did she shudder and relax.Brandon thought it was a little odd but sexy as hell how she reached back up to play with her own tits, as if she'd never felt them before. When he dropped his pants and his manhood rose between them she again hesitated, squirming."Um, what if…" She began, and then Brandon slid inside her, spreading apart her inner walls with her girth.She moaned and shook as she took him."What if what?" Brandon asked with a smile, his face so close to his beautiful wife."Nothing. Keep fucking this wet pussy," she said breathlessly, her hands restless on her own tits.She'd never talked dirty before but Brandon thought it was hot as hell. Only later did Brandon learn about the FOSE and how it had swapped his creepy neighbor into his wife's body.Brandon promised his real wife he would stop fucking her, but the pervy neighbor had gotten a taste for being taken and he liked it. It was impossible for Brandon to ignore how wet and horny his wife constantly was.

A father unexpectedly swaps bodies with his eighteen year old daughter and has to go to school in her place until they can swap back in Eighteen Again, only available on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14940

I was going to college but staying with my parents to save money. I'd just walked in the door from class when I shivered and lost my balance. I looked down at myself, and whispered, "Whoa."My eyes grazed over my body, the plain yellow tee shirt. The shorts. Nothing special but it seemed to captivate me in that instant.I giggled and ran upstairs, ungainly and off balance, holding on to the banister. It was like I'd forgotten how my body moved for a little bit. Probably my excitement. At what, I didn't know, but my heart was racing and I was elated.I grabbed the peach dress my closet. The one that was way too small. I paired it with some heels and then grabbed my phone to text a random number:Come over, I'm ready for youThis wasn't like me at all but maybe that's why I was so excited. To do this random thing on the spur of the moment.I hurried downstairs, again ungainly in my high heels, and sat up on the counter, pulling my dress up and posing so that my pussy was exposed, one hand resting on my perfect ass.I smiled when my brother's friend came into the house. As if I'd been expecting him."I can't believe it worked," he grinned. I didn't know what he was talking about and I didn't care. My heart was thudding madly. The look on his face made me blush. I'd always ignored him. Never had a sexual thought about him in my life.But today I was ready to jump him, and I grew wet as I bent over the counter and let him take me. I don;'t know what had gotten into me, but I liked it.

A father unexpectedly swaps bodies with his eighteen year old daughter and has to go to school in her place until they can swap back in Eighteen Again, only available on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14930

"Oh, is this what you've been wanting to give me?" Zoey purred, jamming her hands down her pants and stroking Adam's cock.It felt so huge beneath her fingers. Warm and solid and ready to jump to attention.Adam stood, aghast, in the bathroom, hands covering his crotch where he'd just seen his bulge disappear. Now his fingers landed on the ripe lips of Zoey's pussy and he flinched. This couldn't be happening. There was no way he'd just switched his cock with his roommate's girlfriend's pussy. And yet…"I-- I didn't--" Adam stammered.Zoey fixed him with a deadly stare. "I know what you've been saying about me behind close doors," Zoey said, squeezing her dick between her fingers. Christ, that felt nice. "You've been wanting to give it to me. Thanks for this. Now I should really give it to you."She wiggled out of her jeans, shapely hips moving seductively back and forth. Her long lean legs contrasted with the semi-hard cock dangling between her legs, already rising to attention.He stepped backwards as she advanced, his own cock rising to attention from between her legs as she stroked it.Zoey's glance hardened to steel. "If you want your cock back, you'll let me fuck that wet new pussy of yours."

A father unexpectedly swaps bodies with his eighteen year old daughter and has to go to school in her place until they can swap back in Eighteen Again, only available on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14927

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Rebecca had convinced her daughter, Lindsay, to participate in a body swap auction for charity. They would swap bodies with the highest bidders for the night.They were bought by two friends, Gareth and Albert. Gareth soon found himself in Lindsay's 21 year old body, the black dress clinging to his supple form, the shoulder straps keeping his arms bare as the dress plunged down to reveal his gentle cleavage. Albert ended up in Rebecca's more mature body, the slinky black dress hugging his trim curves.The two stayed just long enough at the after party so as not to arouse suspicion, enjoying the attention of those around them. The two had never been pretty before, and it was a new experience having people seek them out. By the time they met back up in Gareth's hotel room, they were both horny as hell."God, I've been waiting for this," Gareth said, as he rushed towards Albert.They kissed, savoring each other, hands whispering across each other's curves as they tasted their new bodies. It was even hotter knowing these bodies belonged to a mother and her daughter, especially when they slipped out of their dresses and Gareth plunged Lindsay's head between her mom's, legs to enjoy the musky spice of Rebecca's pussy.

A father unexpectedly swaps bodies with his eighteen year old daughter and has to go to school in her place until they can swap back in Eighteen Again, only available on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14919

A father unexpectedly swaps bodies with his eighteen year old daughter and has to go to school in her place until they can swap back in Eighteen Again, only available on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords.

I'd picked up my daughter from her cheerleading practice and hopefully scared off the young jock trying to get into her pants. Now, it was just a normal night at home until the freak electrical storm swapped me into my daughter's body.

Now we have to pretend to be each other until we can figure out how to swap back. Which means I have to dress like her, talk like her, and go to school like her. It doesn't help that my daughter is, uh, well endowed.

But something's going on with me. My hormones are going wild. I'm restless and warm and...oh god...I'm so, so horny. I can't help it. I have to touch myself. I have to explore this tight body. I have to know what it's like to feel everything before we swap back. If we can swap back.

I have the windows of my daughter’s car rolled down as I drive to try to air out the grease smell left by the mechanic. I feel a bit ridiculous crammed in her small hatchback. Even with the seat pushed all the way back, to an outsider I must look like a gorilla hunched over the steering wheel, my head nearly grazing the roof, elbows akimbo. I told her I would pick her up after her cheerleading practice and I’ve opted to surprise her with her newly repaired car.

The sun is setting as I pull into the school parking lot and find a spot near the football field. They’re out there by the bleachers, still practicing. A group of football players who’ve just finished up practice are passing them, their heads turned to watch the cheerleader skirts flapping as they jump and twist and cartwheel and reveal acres of smooth young skin. I remember being eighteen and thinking the same thing they’re probably thinking. Today, I’m thinking that if they touch my daughter I’m going to smash them.

I squeeze myself out of the car and stand before running my hands through my bushy beard. I stretch, muscles strung taut, before leaning on the roof of the car to wait. I’ve always been a big guy and I play into that persona. My wife, Megan, calls me a mountain man. Sometimes even affectionately.

As the wind starts to pick up with storm clouds rolling in from the east, the group of cheerleaders breaks up, grabbing their bags and some heading towards me in the parking lot. I can make out my daughter, Sophia, among the group. She’s surrounded by a few others. laughing away, her brunette ponytail bouncing at each step. Popular, like her mother, and with her mother’s gentle good looks. Slender face. Soft, upturned nose. Rosy cheeks. And she’s built like her mother.

My wife has what romance novels might call ‘ample breasts’. Megan, herself, calls them ‘way too big’. I call them perfect. Too big to fully fit into my hands. Megan wishes she’d had breast reduction surgery when she was young. We’re discussing that for Sophia. I don’t like to think about my daughter’s body like that but the fact is that Sophia is eighteen and attracting more and more attention from guys. I can’t blame them but that doesn’t stop my hackles from rising whenever I catch them ogling her.

Halfway to the parking lot she’s met by one of the football players. The other cheerleaders peel off and my little girl is left alone talking to a tall, dark haired young man. His body language is confident bordering on cocky. I can hear Sophia’s tingly laughter from here as he makes some remark. She has her backpack slung over one shoulder and she twists back and forth slightly as they talk. She’s in her white-and-blue cheerleader outfit – frilly skirt, skin-colored leggings and tight sleeveless top. I know where his eyes are.

I recognize her girlish flirtatiousness from her mother and I roll up my sleeves and move towards them to nip this in the bud. Sophia is so fascinated with this young man she doesn’t even see me until I’m almost behind him. Then her eyes flick to me.

“Oh, dad, hi,” she says.

The young man turns around and the smile flickers from his face as I loom over him, arms folded.

“Hey sweetie. Who’s this?” I say, glaring down at the young man.

He meets my eye and doesn’t shrink away, standing a bit taller. He gathers his bravado and smiles up at me. God, he reminds me of myself at that age. That just makes me worry about my daughter all the more.

“This is Logan,” Sophia says, touching his arm. “He’s on the football team.”

“Hi, Logan,” I say, offering my hand. He takes it and we shake. I squeeze his hand firmly—perhaps too firmly—but he doesn’t flinch. “Mr. Baxter,” I introduce myself. I release him and look at my daughter, finished with him. “Ready to go, sweetie?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, Logan,” she says, following me back to the car.

When we’re back in the car – me squeezed into the passenger seat – she admonishes me. “Dad, don’t be so embarrassing. Gawd!”

“I’m just looking out for you.”

“Not everyone is out to get me,” she says as she starts the engine. “Sometimes people are just being nice.”

I scoff. How do I tell her I don’t want her to end up like me and her mother without sounding like an asshole? Pregnant and quickly married at eighteen. The whole trajectory of my life changed. It’s not that I wish I didn’t have a daughter. I just wish I had her a little later in life. And that my wife and I had slowed down our hormones enough to think ahead and grab protection.

“Guys like Logan are being nice because they want something from you.” This is as close as I dare talk to my daughter about sex. Already I can feel my cheeks flushing, my gut tightening with embarrassment. Her mom is supposed to talk to her about this stuff.

Sophia senses my embarrassment and twists the knife. “What, daddy? What do they want from me?” She says, feigning innocence. She glances at me and laughs, her pretty pink nails flashing as she covers her mouth. “Oh my god, you can’t even talk about it. Not everything is about sex, dad.”

I’m quiet for the rest of the ride home. I’ll have to talk to Megan about talking to Sophia. The idea of talking to my daughter about her body makes me tongue-tied. Not something I really want to think about.

The first peel of thunder booms as we pull into our driveway. Fat drops of rain quickly become a downpour as we sprint into the house. My wife has brought home takeaway. The brown bag sits on the coffee table in front of the television, Megan on the couch behind it. I give her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and take a seat next to her, digging into the bag for my burger. Sophia takes hers and sits on the armchair beside the couch, running her hand casually beneath her skirt to straighten it beneath her as she sits. Not for the first time, I wish the cheerleader outfits didn’t show off so much skin.

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The Role Exchanger had swept through town and Marcus had been hit hard. He'd been swapped with his sister's body, given his neighbor's huge rack, and the fashion sense of a stripper.He could barely squeeze his huge tits into the skimpy clothes he wanted to wear. But the tiny outfits made him feel so confident he couldn't not wear them. Nor could he just let his hair and nails go. He had to do them up nice, constantly on show for men. One of the downsides was that his outfits often left no room for a bra, which meant Marcus's back ached.He was walking back to his house when he had to step off the street to get some relief. He hid in the backyard of an empty house and pulled his tight top down, freeing his enormous breasts. he heaved a sigh of relief and kneaded his tits, taking big handfuls of them and cupping them to take the pressure off his back.The Role Exchanger had left him with his original sexuality, and massaging these huge, incredible tits began to make him horny. His tan nipples spiked to attention and he felt the dampness beginning to gather between his thighs.Marcus couldn't help himself and figured he could enjoy a quiet orgasm alone. He didn't see the backyard cameras, though, and his quiet solo orgasm was soon all over the internet.

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14907

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Request: A husband comes home from his business trip and planned to surprise his daughter and wife at home but was met with not only a messy home but to his wife and daughter having sexual intimacy with each other. Unbeknownst to him, two criminals that were bodyhoppers had hopped their bodies and had been occupying them since he was gone.

Ben arrived home early from his week long work trip to a messy house and no immediate sign of his wife or daughter. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink, the garbage can was overflowing, clothes were strewn about the floor.Ben had been hoping to surprise his wife and daughter but he was the surprised one when he followed the faint giggles to his bedroom and found his wife and daughter in bed together. His daughter was on her back, his wife leaning over her, heavy breasts dangling down towards his daughter's face. As he watched, his daughter, stuck out her tongue and licked her mom's breasts, sending them wobbling and urging another seductive giggle from his wife's throat."What the hell?" Ben asked, stunned.His wife and daughter looked over at him sharply, brows furrowed."Who the hell are you?" His wife asked."Who-? I'm Ben. Your husband.""Oh shit, I thought this chick was a single mom," his wife replied.His daughter laughed. "Ha, his dick's been inside you.""Yeah, well, your body was inside me at one point," his wife retorted."I'd like to be again," his daughter replied, bending her head to suck on a ripe pink nipple.Ben fled from the room, utterly confused, as the two bodyhopping thieves enjoyed another round.

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14897

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14892

I leaned over the tub and checked the temperature, giggling as my wife's tits swayed from my chest. Her little bedtime shorts were already pulled down her plump ass.When the temperature felt right I stood and let the tub fill as I gazed down at my wife's body. I reached up and took the perfect swell of her large breasts in each hand, squeezing them, fingers splayed out over the soft, warm skin.We'd swapped bodies for a day. She went to my work while I stayed home and did chores. Well, I was supposed to. I actually spent most of the day touching myself, lying on my back in bed with my fingers inside my wife's sensitive pussy, or stroking myself in front of the mirror and watching her reflection cum hard around her own fingers, tits jiggling, her cute voice dropping from my own lips.Near the end of the day I hastily vacuumed and cleaned the counters. All the while my wife's body still tempted me. The way it jiggled and swayed.I was planning to take a quick bath before she came home. Enjoy myself one last time.I sank into the tub, the warm, bubbly water enveloping my delicious body. Hefting a breast, I brought the nipple to my lips and sucked on. Not for the first time that day. My tongue played circles around the little nub as my other hand dipped beneath the warm water and found my wife's entrance, already slick with her desire.I enjoyed two orgasms in her body before she came home and caught me. Then joined in to help give me another one.

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14889

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"Missing this, Mrs. Thomas?" James asked. He leaned casually on the counter, fully aware of how hot and in control he looked."I'm ready to swap back now," she said from within his body."Well, I'm not. I'm enjoying your body waaay too much. I mean, look at this," he casually slipped aside his top and let one beautiful, ripe breast spill out. "Beautiful.""You've had your fun. It's time for us to go back.""Oh, Mrs. Thomas, there's so much more fun to be had," James said, gently tweaking his nipple so that it spiked out beneath his touch. "Your husband is certainly enjoying the new you.""What did you do?" She asked, aghast."When you told me that sex would get us stuck, at first I was scared. But your life was pretty great, and your husband made me feel so good. Last night I let him enter me and…oh…" James sighed at the memory, dragging his hand up and down his breast. "Your pussy felt so good with a cock inside.""James!" She cried, tears in her eyes."I'm not James anymore. I'm Mrs. Thomas now. And you should leave before my husband gets home. Unless…" He pushed off the counter and sauntered seductively towards her. "You want to say one last goodbye to your body."

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14877

This morning you were the boss. Mid-fifties. Greying hair. Wife and kids. The man behind you with his hands on your--now supple--ass was your subordinate. Early thirties. Incompetent. Over confident..You called him into your office to fire him but after that your memory is hazy. He said some gibberish. Maybe he had a book? Or an object of some sort? Whatever it was he changed you. Made you younger. Hotter. A sexy woman. And your desire for him knew no bounds.You only had eyes for him as he took you to his home, your new body swaying delightfully. You sort of knew this wasn't right, but your body craved him so much there was no room for other thoughts. You were already sopping wet for him when he yanked off your panties with a growl and shoved inside you.Now you grip the pillows, your perfect ass in the air, moaning as he takes you. His thick cock shoves inside your tight hole, filling you perfectly as the walls of your canal clench him. You close your eyes, moaning, voice rising in pitch as he plunges into you, again and again, calling you his whore. His bitch. Yes! Yes! You agree. Whatever he says just as long as he'll keep owning you like this.When he finally empties himself into you it's pure bliss. Your body shakes. You cry out, the orgasm filling you from head to toe.There's a new boss now.

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14873

You wake up in a stranger's bed to someone stroking your hair. It's your friend. Shirtless."Morning sleepyhead," he says before kissing you on the nose.You recoil, confused, feeling a mass of something silky bunch up behind your head. He gently laughs at your reaction and gets out of bed--he's naked--and leaves the room.Now that you're awake you realize your whole body feels wrong. Throwing off the covers you look down at yourself and find the body of a slender young woman. Also naked.There's a mirror at the end of the bed. You jump onto your knees and crawl to it, startled when your reflection comes into view.You've become your friend's eighteen-year-old girlfriend. You gape at your body. Two slim breasts hang taut from your chest. Trim belly. Soft face. Plump lips. And between your legs…well…you cover your new sex with your hands, not willing to face it yet, unsure what the hell is happening. But the absence beneath your fingers is telling.Where is your friend's girlfriend? Is she in your body? How did this happen?You reach up with one hand and slowly touch a breast, cupping it in your gentle fingers. It's firm. Bouncy. A little thrill of heat charges through you. God, you're turning yourself on looking at your friend's girlfriend.Your friend comes back in the room then. Still naked. He wraps you up from behind and kisses your neck. You freeze, just about to untangle yourself from his grasp when he reaches between your legs and strokes your pussy.There's a hint of pleasure there. Heralding something deeper. Wonderful.For the moment you forget about the strangeness and give in to temptation.

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14870

James doesn't think he'll ever get out of jail, but then a freak accident causes him to swap bodies with the wife of his former best friend's son in Jailbroken 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14868

As you blurrily blink your eyes open in the morning, it takes a second for your brain to recognize the face lying on the pillow next to you. The startling blue-green eyes, the thin lips, the gentle nose. It's a face you've only ever seen in a mirror or in photographs. The woman lying on the pillow next to you is…you.You gasp suddenly and your former body puts a hand out to stroke your face."Shhh, shhh, shhh," she says, your own fingers tickling your cheeks."What--?" You ask, your voice coming out deeper. A rough growl. You clear your throat and try again. "What happened?" That same voice. Baritone. Masculine."Baby, it's me, Your boyfriend." So odd hearing your own voice, watching your face move outside your control."I just-- I just had to try being in your body. I thought about it so much. Wondering what it was like and I made a wish and…it happened.""This is crazy! How do we fix this?""Why don't we worry about that later?" Your former body asks, moving closer. "For now, let's just enjoy this."He kisses you suddenly. Your former lips are so soft, your hands so delicate. Something in your new body reacts, a tightening in your gut, a yearning to pull your old body against you and kiss her. Touch her everywhere. Something between your legs twitches and you go with it, giving in to the se strange and wonderful new sensations.

Following the events in Exile of the Mind, Prime Minister Vaughn has fallen, but his son, Darren, has established a rebel outpost. A misfit soldier, Henry Withers, is transferred into the sexy body of Darren's bodyguard so that he can infiltrate the colony, learn their secrets, and exfiltrate their leaders in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14858

I know how cliche it sounded that I wanted to fuck our pool boy. I was a stay at home wife to a very rich man who left me alone for long stretches of time so he could devote himself to work. I was lonely and bored and horny and I wasn't getting any younger.Enter Jacob, our recently hired twenty-year-old pool boy. I don't know if he was ignoring my hints or if he was just oblivious. All I knew was that I wanted him. Those abs. That face. That body. I bet he had an impressive cock to match.When he ignored my advances I took matters into my own hands and purchased a spell book from an old woman at a carnival. I know, another cliche.Well, I must not have explained what I wanted because the spell was supposed to make me irresistible to him. What it actually did was put me in charge of his body. One second I was lying on my back on the couch, reciting the spell, the next I was by the pool in his strapping young body.I ran inside to check on my own body and found it lying there unconscious. There was something about it. The way my legs were spread, my thighs disappearing into the darkness of my skirt. Maybe the spell had made me irresistible because sensual thoughts twirled through my mind. I soon found myself lifting my former skirt and pulling down my own body's panties. Then licking my own pussy. The pool boy's body went crazy, growing hard as a rock, sexual desire carrying me on.When my pussy was nice and wet I used the pool boy's cock to fuck myself, enjoying my wet heat, thrusting deep inside and rocking my former body as I kissed my former lips, my tits, ravaging myself like an animal cumming all too soon.I returned the pool boy to the pool and myself to my own body. I was still cooling, my body evidently enjoying being ravaged by the pool boy. How cliche.

Following the events in Exile of the Mind, Prime Minister Vaughn has fallen, but his son, Darren, has established a rebel outpost. A misfit soldier, Henry Withers, is transferred into the sexy body of Darren's bodyguard so that he can infiltrate the colony, learn their secrets, and exfiltrate their leaders in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14853

During magic poker, Jeremiah not only changed Emma and her boyfriend's bodies, he changed their minds, altering them so they would be more attracted to their former selves…and to Jeremiah's new body.After the last hand, Emma (now completely her boyfriend) and her boyfriend (now completely Emma, couldn't keep their hands off each other. As Emma sunk her boyfriend's fat cock into her former pussy, her mouth dropped open."Oh holy fuck," she moaned, as she slipped her new cock into her warm wet former pussy. The sensations were intense and immediate, desire building in her balls as she began sliding in and out of herself.Meanwhile, Jeremiah's last command had taken hold, and Emma's boyfriend was now slutty for both of them. Emma's boyfriend tugged at Jeremiah's thong."Please can I lick your cunt?" He begged."I thought you'd never ask."The sight of Emma's face in her sister's pussy was enough to make Jeremiah warm and wet. Add to that the relentless thumping of Emma's cock into her former pussy as she fucked her previously uber-masculine boyfriend and Jeremiah's stolen body was soon rolling with a tremendous orgasm.

Following the events in Exile of the Mind, Prime Minister Vaughn has fallen, but his son, Darren, has established a rebel outpost. A misfit soldier, Henry Withers, is transferred into the sexy body of Darren's bodyguard so that he can infiltrate the colony, learn their secrets, and exfiltrate their leaders in Exile of the Mind: Shadow Protocol 1, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords, or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14839

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