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I think my wife's sister, Amber, was jealous of us, which was why she always tried to butt in on our vacations. If my wife and I went to Hawaii she "just happened" to have scheduled a trip there at the same time. If we went to Europe she would end up there, too. It wasn't like she even enjoyed herself. She spent most of her time complaining. Mostly about me.In an effort to combat this, I secretly booked my wife and I into Swap Resort. Lo and behold, Amber somehow found out and showed up there, too. The resort swapped me into my wife's body and after having our fun with each other we went out to explore on our own. I ended up lounging by the pool alone.Amber took a seat beside me and I felt that familiar tightening in my gut - my stress response whenever she was around. Then it occurred to me that it was someone else in her body. We got to talking and the guy inside Amber was much nicer than she ever was. He had no idea that our bodies were sisters and, even if he knew, I doubt it would have stopped him from inviting me up to his room.I knew it was wrong but I wanted to spite fuck Amber after everything she'd put me through. Soon the two of us were naked and I was straddling her, gripping her hair in one hand and dragging my wife's pussy across her tongue as she licked me. Fuck, it was hot watching her bitchy face diving into my wife's pussy.It didn't take long for me to cum, my body quivering as I cried out and made Amber's face slick with her sister's juices.I wasn't going to tell my wife that her sister's tongue had been inside her. And I certainly wasn't going to tell her that I reciprocated, using her tongue to lick her sister's delicious cunt, Amber's bitchy voice crying out in ecstasy as I made her cum hard around my face.

A sexy Latina maid forcibly swaps bodies with a rich man and forces him to do her bidding by threatening to make the swap permanent in Man Maid, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14105

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A sexy Latina maid forcibly swaps bodies with a rich man and forces him to do her bidding by threatening to make the swap permanent in Man Maid, available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Benjamin married a rich woman and so has access to the best life that money can buy, which allows him to be arrogant, lecherous and untouchable. Or so he thinks.

When Benjamin's wife is away on vacation for a week, the maid, Gabriella, catches him with his mistress and threatens to reveal his secret and ruin his marriage. Benjamin will lose everything...unless he agrees to swap bodies with the maid until his wife returns.

Now Benjamin is in Gabriella's sexy Latina body and she's turned the tables, ordering him around, making him live her life, forcing him to dress sexy and having her way with him whenever the mood strikes her. At least it will all be over with in a week. Won't it?

“It looks lovely, I wish I could be here with you in person,” Benjamin said, taking his wife’s hand and kissing it.

“You would be dreadfully bored, Benjamin,” Avery replied. “Just a lot of gossip between us girls. And, oh good lord, you will never believe what Samantha has done.”

Avery extracted her hand from her husband’s and stretched as she launched into a story about one of her friends that Benjamin only vaguely remembered. Benjamin used the time to gaze at the appearance she’d chosen. Her bathing suit shimmered gold in the light, matching her hair, which was more golden and silky in the NearSim™ than it was in real life even with the best treatments money could buy. Benjamin ran an appraising eye down Avery’s body, her figure tighter and trimmer in the simulation than in real life. They stood on a balcony overlooking a white sand beach. The sun was setting behind Avery, outlining her body and each delicate curve.

“Honey, I could never be bored when I’m with you,” Benjamin grinned.

Most people using NearSim™ chose the cheaper, cartoon or low resolution version of themselves to navigate around the simulated environments. Benjamin and Avery had the luxury to afford exact scans of their actual bodies, though it seemed Avery had de-aged herself. Even having enough money for ten lifetimes to spend on beauty reached its limits when it came up against age. She was only 35, but had clearly chosen her 21 year old body for this conversation. Maybe being on vacation with her hotter, sexier friends made her insecure. Even though she was classically glamourous - a tall, leggy blonde with a svelte figure - he knew she worried about matching up to some of her friends who’d had the benefit of surgery to perfect them.

“You’re so sweet,” she said, stroking his jaw.

He cut a dashing figure, even outside of his tuxedo-clad simulation. Benjamin had a square jaw and deep-set blue eyes. A classically handsome, Hollywood leading-man type figure with a broad chest and a flashy smile. He’d not needed to de-age himself, but he would never call Avery out on what she had done. All their money came from her family so Benjamin was obliged to play along with whatever vanity project she chose.

“I’m sorry?” Avery said, turning and appearing to speak to thin air. There was a pause, as Benjamin wasn’t privy to the other side of the conversation. After a few seconds she turned back to him. “I have to go, Benjamin. It appears us girls are going out tonight and I need to make myself presentable.”

“You’re always presentable,” Benjamin purred, smooth as butter, before kissing her cheek. The simulation couldn’t capture her scent, and he was left with the feeling that he was kissing air, despite feeling the contact of her cheek on his lips.

“You little charmer,” Avery laughed as she patted his chest. “I will see you in a week.”

“I expect to hear all about it when you return,” Benjamin grinned.

Avery blinked out of existence. The balcony faded, replaced with a room composed of white squares and a floating red text box that read: End conversation?

Benjamin “pressed” it with his virtual hand. The quiet rush of breeze through his study door faded up and suddenly Benjamin was looking at the blackness behind his eyelids. He blinked his eyes opened and sighed. God, it was sometimes so hard to feign interest in Avery’s bullshit.

Benjamin thumbed the switch to bring his chair into a sitting position. He was in his study. He’d designed it to be like the fancy study he sometimes saw in movies: two stories with books lining the walls. Ancient maps and globes. An imposing desk in front of large windows. And with Avery’s money he had it. He didn’t use it very often but he had it and it made him feel important.

He sat up in his chair, feeling the pull of the magnet at the base of his skull as his neurolink disconnected from the NearSim™ adapter embedded in the chair. The adapter allowed instantaneous 3D communication with anyone hooked into a compatible adapter anywhere in the world, connecting directly into each user’s brain to simulate an entire environment and carry out conversations regardless of distance. Like the conference calls of old, but with better graphics. But like more and more things these days, the NearSim™ was wholly dependent on a reliable neurolink.

Benjamin was hard pressed to remember a time before neurolinks were prevalent. At first the domain of the rich, they quickly became a tool for everyone. The neurolink was a computer-brain interface that allowed a user to control a computer directly with their thoughts. Easier than typing. Quicker than speaking. And with a variety of new applications that grew by the day.

Motion at the far end of the room caught his eye. One of the housekeepers. A young Latina in the standard uniform—grey dress, white apron, white sleeves—polished his glass trophy case. He hadn’t even realized she was in the room until he heard the soft hiss of the spray bottle. Her long legs poking out from beneath her dress were a light copper, as were her bare arms. Her face was rounded, with pouty lips and a delicate nose. And those tits. Jesus. Her dress strained against her top.

She studiously ignored him and he stared openly. This was his house. She was just the hired help. He could stare all he liked and if she couldn’t deal with it she could quit.

Benjamin stood from his desk and walked slowly over to the maid as she wiped the glass. He stopped a few paces behind her and allowed his eyes to travel up and down her pretty figure. Nice tight ass. Legs he wouldn’t mind spreading. Long, black hair tied back in a ponytail he imagined grabbing.

He reached out and pinched her tight little ass. She squeaked and jumped around, her cheeks red, slight fear in her big brown eyes. Benjamin clasped his hands behind his back and smiled at her like a shark. The heads up display from his neurolink identified her as Gabriella Valdez. 23 years old. Mexican-American.

He pointed to the glass. “You missed a spot.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, affecting a quick and nervous curtsey before resuming her duties.

He remained for another few seconds, leering at her from behind, before turning and striding out the door. He enjoyed the times Avery went off somewhere around the world with friends. He had the house to himself—except for the hired help, but they didn’t count as anyone—and complete freedom.

Benjamin had the chef prepare him a snack and ate it out by the pool. Sometime in the afternoon, the doorbell rang and Benjamin sent a neurolink instruction to his butler not to answer it. This was private.

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Request: Can you do a follow up to "Shouldn’t be doing this," where the son and his girlfriend in his mom's body get together?

Part 1 is here.

The Swap Resort put Adam into the body of a guy about his age. He found his girlfriend, Mina, in the body of his mom. He recoiled as she went to hug him, which then made her break down sobbing."I don't want to be in your mom's body!" She wailed. "Now you don't like me!"Adam tried to assure her that wasn't the case it was just…weird seeing his mom moving around with Mina's mannerisms. He held her to try to comfort her, stroking her hair as he usually did. His new body was getting incredibly turned on, which weirded him out even more. Mina turned to kiss him and he dodged his head."Don't you love me?" She whimpered.He reluctantly gave in and kissed her, trying to forget the fact that it was his mom's lips he was kissing. She felt his hesitance and pulled away."You know, that's not your body, either," Mina said. "So there's really nothing wrong with the two of us…you know."Adam did know. His raging hard on throbbed in his pants.The kissing turned to petting and soon they were both undressed, Adam groping his mom's big tits as he slid into her warm pussy. Mina whimpered as she was filled, her new body much bigger and rounder than her old but lovely to squeeze. Adam's new cock felt so good inside her and she moaned as she stroked her new clit. Adam drove deeper into his mom, his own body quickly getting into it until they both came in a roaring, pounding orgasm.

After Eric's mom passes, his dad makes a deal with a demon to get her back, but the demon grants his desire by transforming Eric into a copy of his own mom in Mothered, only on Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14092

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Jason knelt in the bathroom, his breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath as he tried to get hold of himself. He stared down at the slender body he now possessed, fighting down the panic at the sight of the perky tits..Even the clothes he'd tried to hide himself in had morphed in this latest incantation. His underwear transforming into sexy lingerie that left his delicate-looking pussy bare. His jeans morphed into sheer stockings. His shoes into sexy red pumps. The transformations were definitely speeding up.His friends were outside in the living room waiting for him. What would they think when he walked out as a stunning, naked brunette? What effect would the curse have on them?Not for the first time, Jason wished he'd never touched the idol. Maybe if he returned it the curse would be lifted. First, he had to get back to the dig site, which wasn't easy when he couldn't get dressed.He'd tried tying a towel around him, but the towel had dissolved into nothingness. Everything he tried to use to hide his body had evaporated. His only choice was to go out into the world. Like this.As he stood, a tremor passed through him. That wasn't good. The last tremor had made his cock disappear. There didn't seem to be any more physical changes, though there was nothing physical left to change.He took a step forward and nearly fell as he shuddered with delight, steadying himself on the sink. What the fuck was hat? He tried another step but every time his thighs whispered together a wave of pleasure swept through him, leaving his new pussy wet and growing a deep emptiness inside.

After Eric's mom passes, his dad makes a deal with a demon to get her back, but the demon grants his desire by transforming Eric into a copy of his own mom in Mothered, only on Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14078

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Adam unwrapped his bath towel and looked down at this stranger's body. It would only be a matter of time before his tits became plumper and the baby bump appeared. Not too long to enjoy this body before he started to show.Whoever-it-was really did have a banging body and her pussy felt so good to fill. But that's exactly what got him into this mess.Adam had possessed her for a night of fun as she was heading into her apartment. He'd dressed slutty and gone out to a college party where he fulfilled two seniors' fantasies and had a threeway. His tiny body felt so good getting stuffed, spread apart. He'd orgasmed happily as they'd filled him, pumping hot cum into his tender cunt. He was left aching and sated when he passed out in their room.It was only the next day when he attempted to hop out of his body and leave the walk of shame to the owner of this body that he realized he was stuck. He knew exactly why. He'd gotten pregnant. He'd seen the pills in the bathroom and assumed they were hers..He had to do the walk of shame home in his new body, slipping quietly past her roommates' doors to take a shower. Afterwards, he went into his room to look at himself. This would be his body for the next nine months.Her life turned out to be not so bad. She got good grades. Had hot friends (that Adam wished he could now possess). Was well-liked.Over the next few months her friends definitely noticed that she was dressing sexier, going out more, bringing home more one night stands. Adam was getting his fun in while he could, enjoying life until he became too pregnant. As soon as he popped out this kid he was going to find someone else and leave this woman with the consequences of his actions.

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Brody was subtle with his mind control powers, gently nudging his girlfriend, Leah, and her best friend, Avery, this way and that as they painted the living room.It was getting warm so they should take off their tops.Being naked in front of each other was no big deal because they were friends and Leah wasn't jealous.They should take a break and compare bodies.It was no big deal for them to touch each other's breasts. It actually felt nice.Leah and Avery had to admit they were attracted to each other and curious to know what sex with each other would be like.Avery was attracted to Brody so Leah suggested he join in.Leah wanted Brody to tell them who had the tightest pussy. They should compete for him!From there it was just a matter of gradually increasing their horniness and lowering their inhibitions.Leah helped spread Avery's ass so Brody could slide inside her wet heat. They kissed as Avery watched on, body quivering as Brody filled her but still so jealous that she wasn't the one kissing him. Brody let her get pleasure from touching herself, grabbing her bouncing breasts and squeezing as he made out with Leah and continued to gently thrust into Avery. He turned Leah's jealousy at watching her boyfriend fuck her friend into a desperate horniness that saw her crazy for his dick.The painting could wait.

After Eric's mom passes, his dad makes a deal with a demon to get her back, but the demon grants his desire by transforming Eric into a copy of his own mom in Mothered, only on Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14066

"Morning, sleepyhead," I said, looking down at my former body.My boyfriend raised his head and smiled up at me knowingly. "Morning."The testosterone in my boyfriend's body was driving me nuts. My eyes swept down my former figure, landing on the curve of my own ass. Fuck, I'd never wanted anything so much in my life.My boyfriend sensed my mood and wiggled his ass, a cute smile playing across his new features. He was really enjoying being me. I wasn't sure he'd like it because he always considered himself such a macho conservative guy. But maybe being in my body for the weekend gave him a chance to explore a new side of himself in a feminine role. He certainly seemed ready to welcome me. He dressed sexily - or not at all."So," he said, eyeing my rapidly rising cock. "You going to stand there or are you going to fuck me like a man?"I growled and jumped on him, pinning him to the bed as I slid my cock across the crack of his ass. He enjoyed being held down, being the weaker one. He wiggled beneath me, which just made my desire that much sharper.Still pinning him down with my hands, I spread his legs with my knees and slid into him. He was wet and ready, shivering as I entered him, gasping as I filled him. He pushed back with his hips as I thrust into him, meeting each downstroke with a groan that made my lust burn brighter.

After Eric's mom passes, his dad makes a deal with a demon to get her back, but the demon grants his desire by transforming Eric into a copy of his own mom in Mothered, only on Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14060

After Eric's mom passes, his dad makes a deal with a demon to get her back, but the demon grants his desire by transforming Eric into a copy of his own mom in Mothered, only on Smashwords.

Eric has returned home for his mom's funeral. He's staying with his dad until he can get back on his feet and the two of them have never been close. But when his dad makes a deal with a demon to get his wife back, they'll start becoming closer than ever before.

Eric is transformed into a physical duplicate of his mom, but his thoughts are still all his own. For now. Each time his dad takes him, Eric loses a little more of himself and becomes a little more like his mom.

Can Eric break the spell before he loses his identity entirely?

This story contains non-con and themes of humiliation.

Eric’s life was already going before he found out that his mom had died. He’d been laid off by his company, dumped by his girlfriend and was about to be evicted by his landlord. When he got the news of his mom’s death he packed up whatever would fit into his car and drove the thirteen hours back to the town where he’d grown up.

He’s pulled up to the squat, single story house and sat for a time just looking at it, steeling himself for what he had to do. When he finally knocked on the door of his childhood home, his dad, Brett, opened it up and stood looking at him for a beat. His rheumy eyes were red-rimmed and distant. Brett had never been in good shape at the best of times but he looked somehow even worse now. His stained undershirt stretched across his vast gut, failing to conceal his hairy stomach. In the time since Eric had been away, Brett had lost what little hair he had. His bald head gleamed in the harsh overhead hallway lights. Patchy stubble dotted his cheeks. His misshapen nose was red and raw, and he sniffed as he looked at his wayward sun in silence. Eric had towered over his dad since puberty, but his dad looked even more diminished now in his sorrow. Finally, Brett stuck out a sweaty hand.

“Welcome home, son,” Brett said flatly.

Eric shook his hand once. It was as much contact as they’d had in the nearly eight years since Eric had moved away. His mom, Lilly, had been the linchpin between the two, calling Eric to check up on him, repeatedly asking him to come home to visit, translating Brett’s grunts into something approximating emotion. Now that she’d passed, Eric expected this visit home would be the last he would see of his father for some time. If he was lucky enough to get away.

Brett glanced down at the bag at Eric’s feet. Eric cleared his throat. “Can I stay here for a few days? Just until I get back on my feet.”

He hated to ask. It was like admitting defeat.

Brett looked at him for another beat, swaying lightly on his feet. It occurred to Eric that the old man was drunk. After a second or two, Brett stood aside and let Eric enter, closing the door behind him. Brett belched and the scent of stale beer made Eric wrinkle his nose.

“You know where your room is,” Brett said, gesturing vaguely before turning and stumbling back to the living room, where light from the television flickered over the mess of empty beer cans, dirty dishes, and old takeout containers.

Eric hauled his bag through the living room and down the hallway to his old bedroom. Cardboard boxes were stacked around the unmade bed and bric-a-brac had been carelessly piled up in one corner. Eric pushed some of the cardboard boxes aside to make room for his suitcase. This would just be for one week. Two at most. Enough to attend the funeral and find a job somewhere that would take him back out of this town before the crushing gravity pulled him in for good.

There were some bedsheets in the closet, which Eric fitted onto his bed. He rubbed his gritty eyes. Ran his hands through his greasy brown hair. He’d slept in his car on the trip here to save money and it was catching up with him. He was exhausted but stank after the long drive.

The shower was as gross as the living room. Without Lilly to keep order in the house it had all fallen apart. Soap scum and mold decorated the tiles. The toilet hadn’t been cleaned. Hair and toothpaste littered the sink. But the hot water made Eric feel better at least. As he washed, he considered the situation. He felt he had an obligation to try to connect with his dad. At least make sure the old man was doing okay.

Eric changed into clean clothes and joined his dad in the living room, moving a dirty bowl from the easy chair to the overflowing coffee table. Brett sipped his beer and turned to look at his son.

“How was the drive?” Brett asked without affect.

“Long. Tiring. How are you?”

Brett shrugged. Sighed. The leather couch creaked as he leaned back into it and drew one hand down his face. “I miss her.”

“I know. Me too.”

That was the extent of their conversation for the night. The funeral was the following day. The next morning Eric roused his father and pointed him to the bathroom hoping he could make himself presentable. Brett slumped into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later looking better. Awful, but better.

The little church was full. People Eric barely remembered gave their condolences as he and his dad stood in the entryway. A huge picture of Lilly stood next to her coffin on the dais. In it she was smiling at the camera, her light brown hair tucked beneath a straw hat tied with a yellow ribbon that matched the flowery sundress she wore. She was cute, with a little slip of a nose. She showed her age, with crow’s feet beginning to appear around her eyes and melasma across her cheeks. Her eyes were wrinkled with crow’s feet. Eric got his looks from her, an almost feminine appearance he’d tried at various times to disguise with beards.

The priest spoke. Family and friends said a few words. Brett even managed to get up in front of the crowd and thank everyone for being there without stumbling drunkenly over his words.

After the funeral they hung out in the funeral home while people came by to express more condolences. When it was over, Eric drove his dad back home. The silence in the car was oppressive.

For the next few days, Eric couldn’t bring himself to look for a job. His mom’s death was too fresh. He despondently scrolled the internet but gave up before applying for anything. It all seemed too hard. Finally, in an effort to stop the depressing thoughts rolling through his mind, Eric put himself to work organizing his mom’s things, going through the boxes and the closets, clearing out the detritus, separating everything into piles. Keep. Discard. Give away. Ask Brett. It helped to have a task. To do something instead of wallowing in sadness.

Brett seemed to cope by throwing himself into his work. He left early for the factory each day and returned late. Sometimes he would bring home the remains of a meal, but most often Eric was left to fend for himself using his meagre and dwindling savings. When Brett was home, he barely took any notice of Eric. He sat on the couch and drank. Or started a task and got distracted, staring vacantly out the window. It was only when Eric heaved a large cardboard box onto the small dining room table one Sunday afternoon that Brett snapped.

“What the hell are you doing? Don’t touch that, it’s hers!”

“You have to get rid of this crap. It’s not healthy to keep it around,” Eric insisted. “I mean, look at this,” Eric said, pulling out an old corded telephone. “You’re never going to need this again.”

Brett snatched it from him. “This was the phone that she bought when we moved here.”

“It doesn’t help to have it around.”

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Ben owed a ton of money to the mafia and they came to collect one night. They told him he would have to work off his debt by being one of their whores. Ben thought it was some sort of sick joke. Who would want to have sex with a gangly forty-year old man? But the mafia had something worse in mind.They grabbed Ben's 19 year old daughter. As the boss brought in some sort of device, Ben struggled to escape the grip of the two goons holding him."What are you doing to her? Let her go!" He begged. "I'll pay!""Yeah you will," the boss smirked. "She's got the body but you've got the debt. It wouldn't be fair to make her work your debt off."He punched a few buttons and suddenly Ben was in the body of his daughter. He was shocked, and fell to his knees as the goons released him."Daddy!" His daughter cried from his body as she was led away."She gets to go home," the boss said. "You stay here until we get what you owe."Ben was forced to service a succession of men in his daughter's body, sucking them off with his daughter's lips, bending over so they could pound his daughter's pussy, jerking them off over his daughter's chest. He was given no choice but to defile his daughter's body, doing whatever the mafia told him to work off his debt so he could get back to his life.It took a few years but he finally paid back every cent through service. His daughter got her body back, older, a little more seasoned. Ben never spoke of what he had to do in her body and she tried not to think of how many men had used her, what her hands had done, what her tongue had tasted.

In the conclusion to The Necklace, Randal must find a way to return to Valentina's body from his necklace prison, and stay as her forever while he changes her life to suit his desires. Available on Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14048

Jason had stolen Amy's body right before she was set to go off on a trip with Jason's sister. He'd cast the spell when he was in his bedroom and they were already in the air and couldn't be contacted. He'd always wanted to go to Italy and this was his chance.Of course, he had to pretend to be Amy all day. That was exhausting. Especially when she finally got through on the phone and he had to calm her down and explain that there was nothing she could do about it.At the end of the first day they checked into the hotel. Stepping into the shower was the first time Jason had been alone all day.He cleaned himself off, fingers dancing around the body of his sister's friend. He hadn't intended to masturbate in her body, that was just an additional perk of the trip. When his breasts and hips and ass were slick with suds he stroked his pussy until he came, shivering around his fingers.After stepping out of the shower he realized he was still horny, so he set himself up on the counter and stroked his still-slick pussy, luxuriating in the feel of his two fingers gliding his moisture up and down his center. He bit his finger to stifle the moans as he came, little toes flexing as the orgasm made him shake.When he finished he grabbed his camera and took a topless selfie before sending it to Amy along with the text Wish you were here?Before she even replied he was already finger-deep in her tight pussy again, her body tensing towards yet another orgasm.Jason didn't know what he liked more: the place he was visiting or the body he was in.

In the conclusion to The Necklace, Randal must find a way to return to Valentina's body from his necklace prison, and stay as her forever while he changes her life to suit his desires. Available on Smashwords or Amazon. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14045

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In the conclusion to The Necklace, Randal must find a way to return to Valentina's body from his necklace prison, and stay as her forever while he changes her life to suit his desires. Available on Smashwords or Amazon.

Trapped in the necklace, Randal uses every ounce of strength to reach out to someone so he can get back inside Valentina. Luckily, he sparks a connection with her roommate, Monica, and mentally cajoles her to fix the necklace and put it on Valentina.

The instant he's back in Valentina's body Randal sets to work ensuring she'll never get rid of him again while he changes her life to suit him, getting into a lesbian relationship with a hot Asian masseuse and then filling Valentina with a desire to become a fitness influencer.

But Monica hates all the changes in her roommate, and her interference could trap Douglas back in the necklace forever. Douglas has to take care of her before she ends his fun for good.

There was no concept of time in the red void. It could have been hours. Days. Weeks. Occasionally he would sense Valentina’s presence as she got closer to him, but despite Randal’s increasingly desperate commands, she didn’t touch the necklace or, more importantly, the red pendant where Randal’s mind was trapped. When Valentina came near the pendant where it lay on the kitchen table, Randal could sense the emotional turmoil within her. Her mind replaying the sexual things she’d done to Madison – that Randal had made her do while inside her – and then the consequences of their romp going public: Her clients stopped calling. Work dried up. She was living off savings.

The intense emotional turmoil within her seemed to block Randal’s commands. At least from a distance. He needed her to put the chain around her neck. Or, with the chain snapped, to touch the red pendant itself. Valentina didn’t even do that. The necklace and pendant remained on the table where she’d left it.

Every now and then he felt another presence. Another mind. Slightly judgmental. He felt the criticism along with a sort of vapidity, a lack of depth and an urge for cleanliness and order. Monica. Valentina’s bubbly blonde roommate. It must be her. She was the only other person who would be around so much. Monica’s mind came and went, getting stronger whenever she remained near the necklace for any length of time. And if he could sense her perhaps he could influence her.

He reached out. Her mind was neat to the point of emptiness. Not much baggage when there wasn’t much there to begin with. That made it easier for Randal to slip in and try to substitute his thoughts for her own. But he’d lost the bulk of his power. He couldn’t command her in the necklace’s broken state. All he could do was whisper suggestions without knowing whether they even reached her conscious mind.

Fix the necklace. Fix the necklace. Randal urged, concentrating on trying to beam his message into Monica’s mind.

Every time Monica’s presence appeared on the edge of Randal’s perception he tried. Fix the necklace.

It felt hopeless. At some point surely the necklace would be swept into the trash and then where would he be? Stuck in here forever?

Randal didn’t know how long he waited, how many times he tried to beam his message out to Monica’s mind. But one day she picked it up. Randal’s connection to her was suddenly much stronger, though he wasn’t in her body. It felt like it did when he’d pressed the pendant against Madison in the gym change rooms. Her thoughts were open to him and his suggestions flooded in, but he wasn’t seeing the world through her eyes like he’d done with Valentina.

Randal could sense that Monica intended to fix the necklace. She wasn’t exactly sure why – maybe as a gift to her roommate to help her out of her depression? It wasn’t the worst thing in the world and didn’t run contrary to Monica’s emotions. Perhaps that was why Randal’s command was successful after so long. Had he tried for something more against her character she may have ignored his thoughts.

Instead, she dropped the pendant containing Randal into her purse and banished him to the red void again, though he felt her presence so close. Sometime later another person’s mind snapped into sudden focus. A man holding the pendant, his thoughts full of options on how to fix the chain. The jeweler Monica had dropped the necklace off with. Randal got glimpses of the man repairing the chain. Then it was complete and the man put him aside. Then more nothing.

Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Until Randal thought he would go insane. Then, finally, Monica’s presence reappeared.

Her mind comforted him on the drive back home. He hooked into her, soaking up her thoughts after so long alone. Through her mind he picked up songs off the radio and her swearing at other drivers. It was a long drive home and when they arrived Monica thought that Valentina had once again locked herself in her room. Hooked into her thoughts, Randal pushed as hard as he could for her to go give Valentina the gift now.

Monica moved down the hallway, not sure whether she should interrupt whatever Valentina was doing. But the steady drumbeat of Randal’s commands urged her on. She knocked. A few seconds later Valentina’s presence faded into view until it was so bright. So there in front of him. He waited, unable to hear the exact conversation, still willing Monica to convince Valentina to put the necklace on.

And suddenly the world blinked back into existence. His hands – Valentina’s hands! – behind his neck fastening the clasp. Her gaze focused on Monica’s baby face. The welcome pull of Valentina’s breasts on his chest. Her hips, her legs, her scent, her presence surrounding him, even in the baggy clothes she’d been wearing for days. Valentina was tired and stressed but Randal sighed with relief at being back inside her, a sigh that flitted out through Valentina’s own lips. He was back in control. Hooked in like he’d never left. And he would be sure to never leave again.

“Thanks, Monica, that’s so sweet,” Randal felt the words spill from Valentina’s mouth. “I feel so much better.”

They hugged, Randal keenly aware of Monica’s enormous tits pressed against Valentina’s own and the soft feeling sent a shock of desire through him that took Valentina by surprise. This was the strange feeling she’d been trying to escape. And now it was back. Randal soothed her mind. It was so much easier to do when she wore the necklace. He was in charge now.

The pendant rested against Monica’s shirt as they hugged. Had it rested against her skin, Randal’s thoughts may have been enough to send them both over the edge into a frenzy of kissing and fucking. Randal was so glad to be back in Valentina’s body he didn’t force the issue. Besides, Valentina was tired and felt dirty. Depression had taken its toll and she’d not showered for a few days.

That was Randal’s first improvement. With the necklace on, he urged Valentina to strip naked and step into the shower. He ran his hands along her body, over those wonderous bouncy tits, across her plump ass, luxuriating over every inch of her skin after such a long absence. Valentina had no idea why she liked touching herself so much this afternoon, why it felt so good to slide the suds up and down her thighs, across her tits, pinch each little nipple, grab her breasts and squeeze, drag her hands own across her buttocks and around to tease her slick entrance.

He stepped out of the shower and dried himself off but remained wet between his legs. God, it felt so good to be back. Valentina wrapped herself in a towel and returned to her room, Randal feeding the vibrating itch in her core that needed to be tended to. He urged her to grab a toy but found his face frowning in disappointment. She didn’t have any. And yet he needed something to fill himself.

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My roommate was a homebody with a hot body She stayed home on Friday and Saturday nights so when she went to bed I took her body. My own body would be fast asleep as I astral projected myself out of it and into hers.She didn't have any sexy outfits at first, so I had to buy some for her, hiding them in the coat closet until I was inside her body. My favorite was this slinky greenish number. It felt so good on my tits, the fabric rubbing against my nipples and making them spike to sharp attention.I never wore a bra or panties. I was looking for a good time not a long time. I also made sure to drive out to clubs far away so hopefully no one would recognize my roommate. There I would dance and hook up with the hottest guy or girl I could find, let them take me back home, and then fuck my temporary body senseless. Jesus, the noises I would make as I enjoyed her pleasure, rocking on some stud's hard cock as I cupped my roommate's magnificent breasts.Afterwards, I would return home, hide the dress, shower, and then collapse into bed, astral projecting myself back into my own body.My roommate would then sleep in the following day, thinking she was just tired from the week. She had no idea I was out running around in her body, making her the club slut.Ironically, my friends thought I was the homebody because I never went out on weekends. Funnily enough, I ran into friends of mine occasionally and would fuck their brains out with my roommate's hot body. I knew I was playing with fire because they might see her again. But it was too tempting to pass up. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14024

"Are you going to stand there or are you going to help look?" Micah asked, scouring the shelves for the magic artifact that had swapped their bodies."I'm lookout," Tammy replied.Micah turned, still bent over, and saw Tammy glance up from her ass."What are you looking out for?" Micah asked pointedly.Tammy shifted and grabbed her crotch. "Is this thing always so distracting?""Only when I haven't had sex in a while," Micah replied, returning to his search.The two had accidentally swapped bodies while touching a mysterious artifact in the museum. Since then, it had been locked away in one of the back rooms. Now Micah and Tammy had broken in and Micah was frantically searching for the artifact while Tammy seemed distracted by her own body.Micah's skirt kept riding up his legs, his breasts kept jiggling, his long fingernails kept tapping against the metal shelves. He just wanted to get out of her and back into his own body. He liked his life and, from the short time he'd been Tammy, found that he didn't like hers.Someone grabbed his ass and Micah squeaked, jumping up and spinning around."What are you doing?" He hissed.Tammy shrugged, "I wanted to see what it felt like. Why do men do it? Now I know." She gave him an infuriating little grin. God, it looked like she was enjoying this. Apparently her new testosterone levels made her already-poor impulse control even worse."Just guard the door, then," Micah said, moving away from her in the cramped space.Micah had no idea that Tammy had already found the artifact and was just looking for the perfect time to destroy it. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14006

Felicia sat in my lap by the fire as the clock over the mantelpiece counted down to the new year."You ready, babe?" Felicia asked excitedly, clutching my face and stating into my eyes."Oh, yeah," I grinned, my hands slipping beneath her oversized sweater and clutching her perfect bare ass. The ass that would soon be mine for another year.At the stroke of midnight in the magic cabin we kissed and made the same wish. The world flipped around me and suddenly I was the one sitting in someone's lap, hands gripping my ass. The face beneath my lips was more solid, masculine with stubble, while my body was lighter and the two wonderful breasts hung from my chest.I pulled away and stared into the eyes that had been mine for the past year."You ready to make a woman out of me?"Felicia grinned and set me on the floor, kissing her way up and down my neck before nuzzling in my breasts. I'd been waiting for months to have her body and I reached up to grope myself, hands stroking the breasts I'd missed.Every New Years' Eve we made sure to return to the same rental house, swapping back and forth. There were pluses and minuses to being each sex, and we both had fun switching things up. Lately, though, I'd been thinking about being in Felicia's body earlier and earlier in the year.As I lay on my back and she ate me out, the rich warm pleasure filling me and making me begin to moan, I thought maybe we shouldn't come back to this cabin next year. Maybe these bodies were where we belonged. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14002