A man with mind control powers and on the run from a mysterious agency lets his sexual desires run wild in a small suburban neighborhood in Hunter, available only on Body Swap Stories and Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14485

By popular demand, a sequel to Part 1.

God, Richard's mom was good with her former tits. And they grew so fucking sensitive, making Richard's core ache with lust. He watched her play with his new tits using his old hands, gaze locked on those bobbling breasts. So what they were his mom's? They looked - and felt - so good.Christ, Samantha had never been so horny. Her son's cock was rock hard and there was a desperate need burning at the base of her dick. She feasted on her own tits, enjoying the weight, the motion, in ways she'd never done when she was in her body.With his mom guiding him from within his former body, Richard got naked. He looked down at himself, his mom's curves moving when he moved, her hair tickling his back, his view of her bottom half obscured by her massive breasts, the nipples pink and swollen with desire. Maybe it was for the best that he couldn't see her pussy, but he could feel how wet it was.With Samantha's urging, Richard lowered himself onto his former cock."Oh!" He squeaked, as her cockhead met his new entrance and began to slide in.He could feel his pussy part for his mom's dick, felt it stretch him apart, entering slowly as he sat down.Samantha reached up to grab his tits again, desperate for her body. She burned with lust and it was almost a physical pain as she luxuriated in the feel of herself inside her own slick pussy, the sight of her massive tits bouncing, the sound and smell of her deliciously slick cunt. The wrongness of using her son's body to fuck herself made it that much hotter,Samantha couldn't help herself and she came all too soon, plunging deep and releasing into herself as her son gasped above her, just on edge.But Samantha got what she needed.

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It was my first time being alone in my girlfriend's body. Since finding the spell, we'd swapped several times on the weekend and explored sex from the other side. Now she wanted to see what it was like going in to work as me. In return, I'd go to work as her.But waking up in her delicious blonde body, I didn't feel like working at all. As soon as she left I called in sick and tossed off my clothes again. I sunk naked onto the couch and looked down at my girlfriend's gorgeous body.I cupped one of my breasts, watching my fingers circle the soft, warm skin. It made me so wet watching from behind her eyes as I used her own hands to fondle her body. Her nipples were so sensitive and grew to sharp spikes as I stroked them.A restless energy filled me and I spread my legs, one hand wandering down between my creamy thighs to tease apart my slick entrance. Without her around I felt a little freer, and didn't bother to hold back my moans and my cries of pleasure as I made her talk dirty to herself.It was a morning full of orgasms, followed by a light lunch, and then more orgasms. With my male attraction in her female body I couldn't keep my hands off myself.By the end of the day I was exhausted, my legs shaking from all the enjoyment I'd urged out of her sweet body.By the time she came home I'd showered and gotten dressed again, pretending as if I'd just finished her shift. When she started to ask me questions about my day I distracted her by jumping into her arms. She quickly grew hard and gave me my final two orgasms for the day.

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All thoughts of how wrong this was evaporated as the prostitute in his girlfriend's body dragged her lips slowly down and then back up Brian's cock, releasing him with a wet pop. She smiled at him, wiggling her ass, before opening her lips and swallowing him again, closing her eyes as she filled her mouth with his cock. Brian chewed on his knuckle, gazing at her in total lust.His girlfriend had never been the most adventurous in bed. She rarely gave him a blow job - said it was disgusting - and on the rare times she did it was not a sexy experience. So watching his girlfriend savoring his cock in her mouth made Brian hornier than he'd ever been. As she dragged her lips down a third time, Brian lost it. He came, moaning as he watched her swallow him all down, every pump of creamy cum devoured.When she finished she knelt up. "I'm going to go get cleaned up."Brian nodded happily and settled back in the bed.The prostitute disappeared out the door and he heard the bathroom door close. Brian waited on the bed, cooling, as he began planning for the next time. And he waited. And waited. Belatedly, it occurred to him that something was up and when he went to check on the prostitute she wasn't anywhere to be found. She'd absconded with his girlfriend's body.It was meant to be temporary but apparently the prostitute decided she liked this body better. Brian searched and searched but never found her again.

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"Oh, fuck those tits feel good from the other side," Samantha said as she plunged her eighteen-year-old hand down her former top and squeezed a ripe breast.Richard said frozen on the bed, a look of shock on his face as his mom felt up her own body with his hand."W-we shouldn't be doing this," Richard managed to squeak, even as his mom's fingers grabbed a handful of breast."Relax," Samantha urged him, resting her other hand on his shoulder. "These are my tits. I know what I'm doing.""But…I don't want to be in your body."Samantha had dragged her son to Swap Hotel and then bribed the staff to swap her into her son's body. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be a young man. She never expected to be so attracted to her own body but she just had to stroke those juicy tits. Her new cock strained against her pants as she felt her former body up."We'll have fun," Samantha whispered in her son's ear. "I know exactly how to make my body feel good.Richard looked down at his mom's body, at the heavy tits on his chest, his pale legs, his soft skin. He thought that if he could forget this was his mom's body, maybe he could enjoy it. A little thrill of heat gathered inside him as he watched his wobbling tits."Think of it like masturbation with extra steps," his mom said, sliding his top down and freeing his immense tits.Jesus, her young male body ached for those bouncy breasts, and she took them in both hands, ready to show her son how to be a woman.

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Colton lay his borrowed blonde head on his friend, so close to Ella's pussy that the delicious acrid scent of her cunt drifted into Colton's sensitive nose. Lucas stroked his friend's head with Ella's hand, her body still humming from Colton's caresses."Hmmm," Colton said, gazing down at Ella's glistening folds so close to his lips. "I think I like having Ella's pussy better.""Yeah?" Lucas said lazily, one hand playing with a stolen breast."Mmm, yeah," Colton said, shifting so he could kiss his way up Ella's warm slit.Lucas sighed and spread his legs so Colton could get easier access."Should we…mmmm…trade again and make sure?" Colton said, desire already twisting through him as his friend slowly licked him up and down."Definitely," Colton murmured, tracing Ella's pink folds with his tongue.Lucas reached out and grabbed the little device. He pressed the button and suddenly his perspective shifted. He now had blonde hair falling down either side of his face, his tongue pressed against Ella's delicious cunt. He heard the clunk of the device being dropped on the floor as Colton moaned and gave in to the pleasure flitting through him.The two guys had found an alien device that let them possess bodies, and used it on the college girls next door, swapping back and forth to try out each body and compare them. Who had the best orgasm? Whose pussy tasted the best? Who had the hottest 'O' face?It would take some time to answer all their questions.

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I guess I should be pissed at the genie for tricking me but it's hard to stay mad when every fiber of my being wants this. My former body stands over me, gripping his dick, coating my pretty new face in his cum. It drips down my chin and cheeks, searing my body with heat that makes my core ache. I orgasm in a long, low moan as my own cock is dragged across my sweet lips and the taste of myself splashes across my tongue. It's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted and I run my new tongue across my lips, savoring every creamy drop.I'm addicted to my own cum. I crave it. It's the only thing that will sate me now.I'm not sure how Hailey feels in my body, standing over me, defiling her own face as she grips her warm new cock. I mean, I guess she must feel something, because the wishes linked us both. Whenever one of us gets horny, the other does as well.I should probably get a cushion for my knees for all the times today I've knelt in front of my former body and teased my own cock until it rose up in front of my petite nose. I've gulped it down, flicking my tongue gently across the underside of the shaft, teasing my former body as I moaned, just eager to have Hailey's cock in my mouth, even more eager to watch her empty herself onto my face.I can't stay angry when it feels so damn good.

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Part 1 is here.

Floyd slipped into the rhythm of Denise's life as a stay at home mom. During the day, after he finished cleaning the house, he would dress up in a sexy-casual outfit and go out for coffee or lunch. It was fun flirting with the barista and catching glances from handsome men. Floyd hadn't considered himself attractive before and it was a whole new world going through life as a good-looking woman. And in between all that, of course, he explored Denise's body, bringing himself to loud orgasms in the empty house.Denise's husband, Eric, was just as cool from Floyd's new perspective as from his old. Floyd enjoyed Eric's company as they hung out around the house or ate dinner together. As they sat on the couch together that third night, Floyd was so revved up from touching himself earlier in the day. He was restless, and Eric smelled so good - masculine and spicy - as Floyd leaned into him. Before he knew it he was kissing Eric, pressing his slender body against Eric's hard one. Denise's body was crying out for touch and Floyd and Eric clutched each other, kissing and tossing their clothes off as they headed to the bedroom.Their, Floyd was thrown onto his back on the bed, legs spread wide. Eric entered him, gripping his thighs with calloused hand and plunging deep into Floyd's wet pussy. Floyd's tits bounced with each thrust as Eric filled him again and again, pounding into Floyd's sensitive cunt while he moaned and hooked his legs around Eric's back to urge him deeper. Eric came hard, head thrown back, tits jiggling as Eric fucked him. It was the best orgasm so far.

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I gently brushed the thick dark hair out of my eyes and stared at my image in the mirror. The reflection of Emily (18) stared back at me. My best friend's younger sister. I'd known her since forever. She'd just been the annoying tag-along for so long and then she began developing, her body growing curves, taut legs and ass growing hard after she'd discovered running.She was hard not to notice now, and the way we teased each other had changed recently. Taken on something deeper.And now…well…now I was inside her body.What are you staring at? She teased me inside my head.We had no idea of the power of the alien orb we'd discovered in the backyard. Touching it together had put me inside her body, given me control of her, and pushed her into the back of her own mind.How can you be so calm about this? I asked her.I'm not, really. But there's just so much going on with your thoughts and mine…it's hard to keep everything straight.I was an open book to her now. She could read my thoughts and desires the instant they appeared in my head. She felt how I felt instantly. And so when my eyes couldn't help but graze down her reflection - had she been wearing this outfit just to tease me? - she felt it.Is that how you feel about me? She asked.I didn't need to answer. We both felt her body's pulse pounding, desire building in our core, the need to touch ourself too strong to fight. She guided me across her body until both of us were caught up in the rapture of our shared orgasm.

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A detective chases down an entity with mysterious power who leaves a chain of body swapped and transformed people in his wake in Strange Comings, available only on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.

Detective Bristoff is used to getting the cold cases. The hopeless. The impossible to solve. So when a string of unusual events roll in, they land on his desk.

Now he's on the trail of something that can't be explained. Some thing that can switch people's bodies, swap body parts around, transform people and force them to carry out its deviant desires for eternity. It doesn't care whether its victims are family members. Friends. Enemies. The entity just loves causing sexual chaos, and Detective Bristoff is determined to stop it.

Author’s Note

Regular readers are probably familiar with the Stranger. This story was my first attempt to write the origin story, but I wasn’t quite happy with it being the Stranger’s origin. I thought it should be more mysterious and alien, so I wrote Enter the Stranger last year.

Maybe you can consider this a companion piece to Enter the Stranger. Or maybe, like the Stranger’s powers, this story is the alternate reality they created.

This story contains a lot of wild body swaps, body part swaps, body modifications, and mind control. Enjoy!

It was lonely in the cramped basement of the Derry City Police Department but Detective Bristoff had become accustomed to loneliness. His desk was in a dark corner, wedged between two dented file cabinets. Two desks lamps, one on either side of his computer, lit the gloom. Every time a toilet flushed on the ground floor the water gurgled through the pipes above his head.

The rest of the basement was taken up with cleaning supplies and obsolete equipment, with a slim path running between his desk and the elevator. He’d requested that the flickering overhead light be replaced months ago but his maintenance request was still waiting to be processed, so for now he left it off. They were probably hoping it would drive him to quit but he’d put up with much worse.

Bristoff flipped through the current file that sat open on his desk. There was very little information. Typical missing person. Looked like a teenage runaway and, therefore, not Bristoff’s main concern. There were three reasons it sat on his desk.

One: The teen’s bedroom had been littered with occult-like symbols. Probably fake.

Two: The case was unsolved

Three: It was years old.

The basement was a dumping ground for cold cases. Specifically, cold cases that might involve anything supernatural. In Bristoff’s long career only one case had ever involved anything supernatural and it was the case that resulted in him being banished here to the basement. That particular file sat untouched in his desk drawer. He didn’t need to open it; it was burned into his memory from experience. The pile on his desk were just cases that involved slight coincidences, or anything that the original officer involved considered ‘unexplained’. This was anything from an unidentified fingerprint to a witness swearing that an alien with blue skin had abducted his friend. The one thing they all had in common was that they led nowhere.

Bristoff sucked on his vape as he flipped through the slim file. One good thing about working alone in the basement was that no one ever told him off for vaping.

The file in front of him was too scant to determine anything. The missing teen wasn’t important and no obvious leads had appeared so it had all dried up. Hell, it was entirely possible that the kid had been found and no one had bothered telling Bristoff. It wouldn’t have been the first time that happened.

Bristoff shut the file and turned to open the file cabinet to his right. It had a sticky latch with a particular trick to opening that Bristoff had perfected during his time down here. He slid the file inside and leaned back in his chair, his slender fingers resting on the desk as he tapped his pink, gorgeously manicured nails arrhythmically.

Bristoff had read five files that day. Four old ones plus the missing persons one that had been put on his desk that morning. He liked to take in the information and then let his mind germinate. It worked for him. Hell, solving the odd cold case was the only thing that didn’t make him a complete laughingstock to the guys upstairs. So far, all the cold cases had perfectly normal explanations.

His unfocused gaze rested on his fingers. They were incongruously feminine, the nails long and polished and rounded no matter what he did to them. The fingers were slender and hairless. Petite.  The skin a shade lighter than the rest of his body with the coloring ending distinctly at the wrist where his hairy forearm began.

The elevator groaned in that peculiar way that let him know someone was coming down instead of up. Another file? Two visits in the same day was unusual. Most people preferred to pretend he didn’t exist. Bristoff sat up and shoved his hands beneath the desk. He was self-conscious of his hands. They were a constant reminder of his past and his ongoing failure.

The elevator doors opened and a nervous looking young man stepped out. Probably fresh out of the academy. The rookie paused, letting his eyes adjust to the dim light as he looked around.

“What do you want?” Bristoff asked gruffly.

The rookie jumped and swung his eyes over to the corner where Bristoff sat in the gloom.

“The Ch-chief told me to come get you,” Pete stuttered.

As he stepped into the small circle of light Bristoff was able to read the name off his badge. Pete Landon. The uniform was crisp and neat. His face was clean shaven and boyish. Of course they sent the rookie.

“He wants to see me?” Bristoff cocked an eyebrow hopefully.

Pete shook his head. “He wants you to come with me. We’ve—my partner and I—we’ve found something Chief thinks you need to handle.”

“What? Out there?” Bristoff jutted his chin in the general direction of the outside world. “What is it?”

“I…um…” Pete grimaced. “I think you need to see for yourself.”

Bristoff stood, keeping his hands behind his back and out of the rookie’s sight as he scooted around the desk. He grabbed the overcoat that hung on a peg on the wall and slung it on before jamming his hands deep into the pockets.

“It’s pretty warm out. I don’t think you’ll need that.”

Bristoff just stared at Pete until Pete turned away. He followed the rookie up the elevator and through the back hallways, ignoring the stares and the whispers from the other officers as they collected Pete’s partner, Lindsay, and went out to the patrol cars. Lindsay was a stocky, no-nonsense woman. She had a handsome face and long blonde hair that was tucked back in a braid which she hid under her cap. She drove methodically, her eyes never leaving the road. They both refused to answer Bristoff’s direct questions about where they were going.

“You’ll see,” Pete said.

After a few tries Bristoff gave up and relaxed in the back seat.

They pulled up to an ordinary-looking house in the middle of suburbia. White picket fences. The houses all similar except for the color of the door here or the placement of a window there. Bristoff followed the others out and they paused at the front door. It had been violently ripped off its hinges and lay broken on the porch.

“Now…” Pete began. “This is going to be strange but you’ll just have to go with it.”

Pete motioned for Bristoff to go in alone. Pete and Lindsay waited outside as Bristoff slowly walked down the hallway. As he neared the living room he became aware of a woman moaning and a man gasping. The sounds were rhythmic. The noises would get louder for a minute, climaxing, and then after a beat they would resume.

Bristoff turned the corner into the living room. A young man—maybe 19 or 20 years old—was sitting in a lounge chair. His pants were down around his ankles. An older woman—early forties—knelt between his legs. Long, auburn hair fell down one side of her face but Bristoff could very clearly see she had her lips wrapped around the young man’s erection. Her eyes were closed in ecstasy and she seemed to be enjoying giving as much as the young man enjoyed receiving. What’s more, she wore only an apron and high heels, which left the round curve of her ass bare.

Bristoff paused and looked back towards the open front door. Pete waved for him to keep going. Bristoff clenched his teeth.

“Is this some kind of fucking joke?” He growled.

The young man’s eyes flew open and he looked at Bristoff. The woman didn’t pause at all, just kept driving her lips up and down his swollen manhood.

“Help me. Please. You’ve got to—ungh!”

The young man gritted his teeth and groaned, pumping up into the older woman’s mouth. She kept her lips wrapped around him and sucked eagerly, taking big gulps. When he seemed to have finished she slid her mouth off his dick but kept her fingers clasped around his shaft.

“Help me,” The woman finished the young man’s sentence.

“Jesus Christ. Put your pants on.” Bristoff told the man.

“I can’t.” The man replied between gasps.

Even as Bristoff watched, the young man grew hard again. The older woman’s eyes went wide and she wrapped her lips around him once more, gulping him down. She seemed compelled to continue, just as the young man was compelled to enjoy it. The whole scene sent goosebumps up and down Bristoff. He’d seen this power before.

“What do you mean you can’t?”

The man and the woman seemed to take turns speaking, interrupted only by the young man orgasming, after which the other one would resume the story until Bristoff managed to piece together the entire thing.

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"Here's your present, dude," Jeff said from within the body of one of their downstairs neighbors."Oh shit!" Max replied, eyes sliding up and down Jeff's borrowed body. "How does she feel?""Really nice," Jeff purred in her voice, running a hand over his breast. "Why don't you tell me how she feels from outside?"Jeff stepped into the room. He'd possessed her like this, sending his spirit down through the floor to land in her body, which was clad in nothing but tiny shorts and a tight grey top.Jeff could possess people's bodies, and did so frequently for his roommate, Max. When the new girls moved in beneath them, Max became obsessed with one of them and begged Jeff to possess her and bring her up. Jeff waited until Max's birthday and now he was enjoying his new skin.Max ogled his friend as his cock grew hard. Jeff giggled and showed off his body, turning around and posing for him before grabbing Max's hand and placing it on one of his tits."I'm all yours," he whispered in his cute, feminine voice.Max took her in the living room, bent over one of the chairs. She cried out in ecstasy as he slid inside her, thumping into her delicious pussy from behind until he came. When they finished, Jeff got dressed and returned her body back downstairs before slipping out and back to his own body.She never knew what happened. Jeff enjoyed her so much that he possessed her and brought her back up to his roommate again and again, even when her tits started to grow and her belly began bulging out with her unexpected pregnancy.

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As Martin adjust to his new life as a sexy eighteen-year-old cheerleader, he begins to think he may never want to leave in Easy A (Part 2), available on Body Swap Stories, Smashwords or Amazon.

Former fat, middle aged teacher, Martin, sinks deeper into his new life as an eighteen-year-old hot cheerleader, savoring every second. With Nevaeh's memories easily accessible he's able to mimic her perfectly and enjoy everything about being young and sexy. Her friends. Her family. Her exquisite body.

Even her boyfriend.

Martin probes Nevaeh's infatuation with her boyfriend, savoring what just the thought of him does to his delicate new body. How his kiss feels on Martin's new lips. How his hands feel on Martin's skin.

But Martin is only supposed to be Nevaeh for another few days before he has to return to his old, unpleasant body. Until his friend offers him a way to stay forever. With a sensual catch, of course.

How weird to be eating around a dinner table with a family. Martin couldn’t remember the last time she’d even talked to her actual mom, let alone shared a meal with her. She’d felt like an awkward stranger at first, until she remembered that he’d dialed down Nevaeh’s memories to enjoy sex with Juliana. Reaching around, she dialed her memories back up to mid-range and familiarity clicked into place. Suddenly she didn’t feel like so much of an imposter.

Martin sat next to Juliana and across from Nevaeh’s parents. Nevaeh’s dad was a jovial guy. Heavy set and still carrying the weight from his college football days. He swore liberally as he told a funny story about one of his subordinates fucking up at work. He also called Martin ‘his little girl’ in front of Juliana, which embarrassed the Nevaeh part of Martin to no end. He seemed to know it, which was why he kept doing it and Martin understood from Nevaeh’s memories that calling him out would only make it worse. So Martin held her tongue.

Nevaeh’s mom, Sally, was an older version of Nevaeh. Petite with a gorgeous face. She kept a slight smile on her face and barely suppressed an eye roll at her husband’s stories. Martin found herself bursting to talk and was soon gossiping with Juliana and Sally about school. Sally’s eyes sparkled. She clearly lived through her daughter. Martin had Nevaeh’s memories of finding her mom’s old cheerleading tapes. Sally had been a professional for a while, going around the country with the state football team. She was also, Martin discovered, ruthless. It hinted at where Nevaeh got her big bitch energy.

“Well if she’s still can’t get the routine by now she should be cut,” Sally said.

“I know,” Martin agreed, allowing Nevaeh’s memories to chart the conversational path. “That’s what I tried to tell the coach.”

“When I was a cheerleader we had the same thing. There was this one teammate who just couldn’t cut it but the coach refused to fire her. He was probably fucking her.” They all giggled at this. “Anyway, since the coach didn’t do it I just began harshly critiquing her. The other girls followed my lead and eventually she left on her own.”

Martin picked at her food as they talked. She’d noticed that she’d received a smaller portion than everyone else and realized through Nevaeh’s memories that was how it always was. Her mom was constantly trying to keep her skinny. The chicken breast was topped with some sort of mustard sauce that tasted funny, though whether that was because she was experiencing it through new taste buds or whether Nevaeh’s mom was just a bad cook Martin couldn’t tell. She found that she wasn’t hungry after finishing her small offering, which was another pleasant surprise. In her old male body she could easily eat three burgers in one sitting. But now she could only just about finish the half a chicken breast and broccoli on the plate.

Martin was glad she had Terry with her for this first family dinner. He was in Juliana’s body, happily chatting away with Sally, occasionally giggling out a catty comment about whichever other cheerleader they were talking about. There was a lot of gossip around the table, mostly revolving around Nevaeh’s squad.

Halfway through the dinner, Martin felt a hand on her thigh and looked down to find Juliana fondling her. Her fingers dipped beneath Martin’s skirt and she batted her away. Not in front of the family. Juliana giggled, playing it off as related to the conversation while her eyes sparkled with mischief.

After dinner, the girls did the dishes and gossiped some more while Nevaeh’s dad settled himself on the couch. It was all weirdly traditional, but nice. Martin was enjoying being surrounded by conversation. Nevaeh’s thoughts and memories tugged at Martin’s mind, not so bright that they overwhelmed who she was but enough so that she easily understood everything they were talking about.

Afterwards, Martin saw Juliana to the door. Juliana glanced down the hallway and saw the coast was clear. She leaned forward and kissed Martin on the lips again, deep and slow, their tongues meeting gently. Then she pulled away.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Enjoy yourself.” She winked.

Martin went up to her room and found Nevaeh’s phone in her bag. A ton of missed text messages from Evan, her boyfriend. Martin flicked open her pictures and scrolled through picture after picture of the two of them. He was dark haired and handsome with a cocky smile. Martin felt Nevaeh’s physical longing for him, together with a faint warmth as she stared at the pictures. Martin had never been attracted to men. He still wasn’t. But Nevaeh was. And it was her memories warming her body.

Martin bounced into her bed, legs crossed, and began typing back, fingers flying across the screen as she checked in with Evan. They flirted and bitched and joked together. He wasn’t the brightest guy in school, but he was definitely the hottest. He was a catch befitting Nevaeh’s status. They’d yet to have sex, but his fingers had been inside her, and her mouth had been on his dick. Fumbling, furtive, teenage first tries. The memories echoed through Martin as she typed. Nevaeh was saving herself. She sure as hell didn’t want to be known as the school slut. That was an insult she saved for others.

Evan typed, adding a smiley face emoji.

Martin replied with a love heart.

Martin smiled to herself. She didn’t know what Nevaeh enjoyed more: having Evan, or having him under her thumb. It was a vicious warmth that was spreading through Nevaeh’s body now and she wiggled on the bed, suddenly restless.

Martin replied.

Martin replied, before transferring the phone to one of Nevaeh’s hands so her other hand could pull up her skirt and skate across her panties.

They’d sexted like this many times, usually Nevaeh leading Evan on. Martin saw no reason to break that pattern now. Especially when Nevaeh’s body was already flush with warmth. Martin drew her fingers up and down the cotton panties, teasing herself, feeling the faint echoes of her sex through the skimpy fabric.

Martin’s fingers trailed up and down her hidden slit, pressing harder, the fabric dipping into her slickening entrance. She felt the moisture on her fingertips and pressed harder, felt herself opening for her touch, her sensitive pussy lips welcoming her inside.

Martin managed to type.

Martin pulled her fingers out of herself and yanked down her top with one hand, showing off Nevaeh’s bra. She snapped a picture of herself, breasts nearly bursting from her bra, face a mask of divine pleasure. She sent it to Evam, then her fingers returned to her pussy. She pushed aside the panties and ran her fingers up and down the coarse trail of pubic hair, teasing herself, fingers darting in gently, pressing here, stroking there.

Her phone dinged. A picture of Evan. Topless. Flexing. His muscles standing out so brilliantly. Nevaeh’s longing was instant and she shuddered. She dipped her fingers inside herself, found her moisture and spread it up to her clit. For all her confidence, Nevaeh was not very knowledgeable about her body but Martin relied on the older male experience to find her clit. Her fingers stroked the nub as warmth teased her.

She dropped her phone so she could touch her tits, squeezing herself with delight, Martin’s desire for her body combining with Nevaeh’s desire for her boyfriend. She imagined him there, his hands between her legs, rough fingers circling her little clit. Her legs moved back and forth, clapping together as she kept two fingers firmly on either side of her clit, stroking in swift, firm motions. Her toes curled and a little groan escaped her lips.

Her entire body was filled with restless energy. The same as when Juliana had been between her legs, only now Nevaeh had control. Her mouth dropped open as she fingered herself, the slick sounds of her cunt so deliciously loud in her ears. She matched the vibration of her body, stroking harder, faster, until with a tiny squeak she came. Her hips thrust up involuntarily to meet her fingers, toes curling, fingers clenching her breasts as she shut her eyes tight. It was a sweeping orgasm, less incredible than with Juliana’s tongue but with a heat that burned deep and slow. Three orgasms in one day was a record for Martin. And Nevaeh felt like she could go again.

She said goodnight to Evan and hurried to the shower where, naked and wet, she stroked her pussy again. She came hard as the hot shower spray sluiced down her body, warming her belly, her tits, her legs. God, she was insatiable. Nevaeh’s desires combined with Martin’s appetite for her body was a sexy combination.

Martin used Nevaeh’s fruity shampoo and body wash, dragging her fingers up and down her soft body, coating herself in such girly scents. She stepped out smelling like a tropical fruit basket and just as delicious to eat. She dried off naked in front of the huge bathroom mirror, admiring everything about her new body. She was so light. So pretty. So goddamn hot. It was a thousand miles from her old heavy, ugly body.

Martin slipped into a flimsy nightgown and went to bed, dreaming Nevaeh’s dreams, the two of them so intimately entwined.

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Maybe I can't go to Florida, but I think I'm going to have a much better time here with these tits, Floyd thought to himself, yanking down the top of Denise - his best friend's mom - and eyeing her breasts.Denise had swapped their bodies right before Floyd and his family were going on vacation, claiming she needed the vacation more than he did. At first Floyd was terrified of being in an older female body, wondering how he would possibly fool everyone into thinking he was Denise. As it turned out, he didn't need to work that hard.No reasonable person would expect that Denise had swapped bodies with her son's best friend, even though Floyd felt like the worst kind of impostor. He could chalk up any slip-ups to forgetfulness. And his friend's dad had always been pretty cool so playful banter wasn't hard.It was two hours after the swap when Floyd was finally alone and took the time to check out the body he'd be inside for the next week. He ran his manicured nails around his breasts, tickling his skin before spreading his fingers and grabbing greedy handfuls.Denise had always been kind of a fox, and now Floyd could enjoy her body at leisure. He stroked himself, teasing his nipples until they spiked out and warmth caressed his insides. Fuck, it was hot watching his best friend's mom touch herself, hearing her little sighs, smelling the sweet floral scent of her shampoo.Floyd tossed off his top and bra and had more fun in ten minutes inside Denise's body than he would have had all week in Florida.It was a good vacation for both Floyd and Denise.

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"Oh fuuuck," Ian said, lifting his shirt and staring down at a body that definitely wasn't his.His solid pecs were gone, replaced with two plump breasts that hung from his chest, each nipple pierced with a silver stud. His sides now tapered in slightly before flaring out into wider hips. The absence between his legs was glaring and he could almost feel the lips of his pussy move with each step.Ian had no idea where he was or who he was. One second he'd been playing on his phone in his room and the next he was here in a stranger's bathroom and a stranger's body. The face in the mirror was one he sort of recognized, having seen her around the neighborhood every now and then holding hands with a cute blonde. But he'd never talked to her.At that moment, the cute blonde in question walked in on him."Did you say some-- oh, hello!" She grinned.Ian dropped his shirt and looked up at her, mouth working but no sound coming out. The blonde slid her hands across his sides and pulled him close."Mmm, you should have called me before you started on your own," she said with a smile.She kissed him and he leaned into it. She tasted warm and sweet, and her hands roamed around Ian's new body.The doorbell buzzed and the blonde pulled away with a frown."Who's that?" She asked, turning for the door."Doesn't matter," Ian said, grabbing her hand and pulling her back. "We'll find out later." He had a suspicion it was the girl whose body he was in, back to set things right.Ian kissed the blonde and then their hands were all over each other. It wasn't long before Ian enjoyed the first orgasm in his new body.

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It was really strange watching my own face between my legs. I got a slight feeling of vertigo as my boyfriend stuck out his - my? - tongue and licked me slowly up and down. Being a copy of me didn't seem to affect his performance. He was as amazing as ever and it wasn't long before I was dripping wet and moaning. It was actually kind of hot watching myself lick myself.I only found out my boyfriend was a shapeshifter by accident. He'd tried to keep it a secret but I came home unexpectedly one day to find a strange woman in the house. My boyfriend convinced me it was him by transforming back into his regular body. Ever since I discovered his secret, our sex life has become kinkier and kinkier. It culminated in him becoming a perfect copy of me and then setting to work pleasuring my pussy.That beautiful tension gripped me and I came, my entire body shivering around my own face as I moaned. Then it was my turn. If I thought it was weird watching myself eat my pussy, it was nothing compared to doing it myself. I had a lightly tangy taste that I enjoyed. And maybe it was my narcissism but it was actually pretty hot seeing my 'O' face from outside. My cute nose scrunched up, eyes closed, my hands gripping my heavy chest. I licked myself harder, sucking on my boyfriend's sensitive clit until he came, thrusting his hips up to meet me as he groaned in my voice.That was how I discovered I had a cloning kink. A kink only my shapeshifting boyfriend could fulfill.

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"Go. Away." Adam said from within the body of his sister's friend, Jenna."I just wanted to apologize again," Jenna stammered.Adam took off his sunglasses and looked up at his former body. "Is the machine fixed yet?""No but--""Then why are you still here?" Adam said, sliding his sunglasses back on his cute nose and drawing his bare legs up.Jenna sighed and tromped back down to the basement. Adam relaxed, stretching out his limber limbs, holding up his elegantly painted nails and wiggling his tiny fingers. He wasn't as pissed to be in Jenna's body as he was pretending. She felt so guilty about her machine causing their accidental body swap that she let him lounge around the pool in her bikini-clad body.When he was sure Jenna had gone, he stretched out again and stared down his body, eyes grazing over the taut breasts, the trim belly, the long, lean legs. It wasn't fair she was so hot and so smart.Adam dragged his fingers across his warm skin and dipped below the bikini bottoms. His fingers skated across her warm wetness and he resumed the gentle strokes he'd been in the middle of before Jenna interrupted him.She could take all the time she needed fixing the machine. He would take advantage of being in her sexy body. And maybe, if he was in the mood later, he could guilt trip her into fucking him. He'd always wanted to fuck her, and being in her body gave him the best of both worlds.Anyway, there would be plenty more time to think after this next orgasm, which he could feel tightening the tips of his toes and beginning to pulse through his core.

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