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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"Looks like you're enjoying being a little slut," Kendra said with a grin as she watched her transformed ex-boyfriend, Dave, fill his new body with cock.Kendra had drugged him and tied him down before tattooing her sigils of power across his stomach and around his hips, completely trapping him in her spell. She'd watched as his body had shrunk, becoming more feminine and delicate. When he finally opened his eyes, she could see Dave inside."What did you do?" He asked, pausing at the sound of his new voice."You called me a slut so I thought you should see what being a real slut feels like."Along with transforming his body, the sigil made Dave irresistible to men, and made his body desperately horny.Kendra had untied him and walked out onto the street with him, where he was immediately met by two men who took them back to their place. They only had eyes for Dave's new body, and Kendra smirked in amusement to see big, tough Dave moaning and wiggling for them, eagerly sucking cock and spreading his legs. He cried out in his higher pitched voice , eyes clenched shut as he enjoyed his nice, hard fuck.From then on, Dave spent every day on his back, or bent over and getting pumped from behind. He could never go out without being taken by someone, and even when he stayed in guys would be drawn to his apartment like moths to a flame.

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=14832

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.

Prologue

Taron led the way around the twisted chunks of metal and thick girders rising up into the darkness to either side of the derelict road. Flickering security lights did little to dispel the gloom. Collapsed buildings wrapped in moss roughly framed the wide road that used to be the main transport artery in the early days of the Lockesburg colony. These levels had been largely forgotten as the colony rose higher and higher into Triton’s atmosphere. Lower even than the lowest of the lows, these were the Depths. The only thing deeper were the Caverns where the mining operations took place. Even in the Depths, the rumble of heavy equipment in the Caverns could sometimes be felt through the soles of his shoes.

Taron paused, waiting for his friend, Milo, to catch up. He looked down at the vidscreen set in his forearm band to confirm they were heading in the right direction.

“We almost there?” Milo panted when he finally stumbled up to Taron.

Milo ran a hand through his short black hair and took another swig of the cheap liquor before passing it to Taron. They were both buzzed and full of bravado when they accepted this dare, and a steady supply of liquid courage saw them press on into the darkness. Every now and then Taron would pause and duck behind some debris, imagining he heard the buzz of a security or engineering patrol.

Milo was shorter and stockier than his friend, his face still holding onto the boyish chubbiness of his youth, his skin the color of fall straw. Taron was a pale, wiry beanstalk, heavily freckled and with a shock of red hair. Childhood friends, they’d never done anything as bold as to sneak past the security barriers into the Depths before. But now they picked their way through, following the rumors towards money and adventure.

Up ahead, a red glow flickered from around the corner, making excitement rise in Taron’s throat.

“We’re here!”

They turned the corner to find one of the rare intact structures. A low slung building with windows boarded up and the huge sliding front door sitting permanently ajar. Above the entrance, neon signs proclaimed this to be “Wynne’s Cornerclub”. The building was no longer listed on any municipal inventories, and was powered by stolen electricity. As the two twenty-one year olds moved closer, the booming bass of dance music from inside could be felt in the ground.

Taron held out his hand and Milo passed him the bottle with the last of the alcohol. The orange liquid burned in his throat and warmed his belly, making the world fuzzy and calm. He smashed the bottle on the ground and, wiping his mouth, strode towards the entrance, faking a confidence to mask his fear. Milo scuttled quickly behind.

Stepping through the fractured doors, they found the interior dim and dark as the outside. The walls were lined with repurposed cryo-pods and biochairs patched with stolen tech. Dark shapes of people could be seen floating within some of the pods. This was one of the outposts of the Outfit, a gang who had supposedly reverse engineered mind isolation tech. Unlike the original technology, which had been intended to remove mind from body, rumor was that the Outfit used it for full consciousness exchange between individuals.

As Milo and Taron stepped in, Taron sensed the presence of heavy thugs within the dark shadows to either side. The music cut out suddenly, the click of plasma rifles being cocked loud in the sudden silence. At the center of the room were the two twins, Rav and Ali, the Outfit’s ringleaders. Tall, sun-leathered men with grins too wide and eyes too dark. The Outfit’s signature tattoo—a black swirl—curled around their right eyes. They were reclined in the biochairs, heavily-booted feet crossed in an air of total relaxation. They looked up at the newcomers without a hint of surprise.

“We heard you’re paying for transfers,” Taron said, puffing up his chest.

“We want in,” Milo jumped in, standing tall, not to be outdone by his friend’s bravado even though he was trembling.

“What do you think?” Ali asked, grinning at his twin.

“Let’s take a look,” Rav said, before hopping out of the chair and coming towards them.

He peered at each of them closely as Ali slouched in his biochair, seemingly unconcerned as he lazily twirled a small, deadly-looking knife. Rav prodded Milo’s chest. Squeezed Taron’s shoulder. Peered into each of their eyes. Finally, he nodded.

“I reckon we could use these two bodies.”

“They look quite innocent, you know,” Ali said, a mocking tone in his voice.

“They do,” Rav grinned. “Enthusiastic but innocent. Seven days might fix that.”

Milo swallowed nervously.

“Great,” Taron said. “We want to be—”

Rav fixed him with steely grey eyes. “Thought you’d pick your bodies?” Rav barked a harsh laugh. “Nah, lads. That’s not how this works. You want to play adult games then you roll our dice.”

Taron was aware of movement behind him. The Outfit’s thugs blocking the exit. Ali slid off his biochair and gestured for the two young men to take a seat. The only way out was through. Milo seemed to sense the same thing. Instead of protesting, the two young men sat in the proffered biochairs.

Locks clamped their arms suddenly into place. There was a whir as some sort of large helmet dropped down over their eyes. Taron gritted his teeth. Milo sucked in a breath.

There was a pulse of light. A snap. A strange, buzzing hollowness.

It was like waking up, but with no sense of having fallen asleep. The helmet retracted with a whir. The arm locks snapped away.

Taron rubbed his wrist and glanced down to survey his new body, freezing in shock. His new hands were slender, the nails elegantly curved, the skin a deep caramel. Two huge breasts pressed up beneath a dark leather top.

Ali’s face appeared as he leaned in from above. “There she is. Come on up, sweetheart.”

Ali offered his hand. Taron, still reeling, took it and was helped to his feet. He noticed the shift in balance, the difference in weight distribution, the loss of height. He stared down at his new frame. It was soft in all the places his wasn’t: full hips, gigantic butt, a chest he immediately looked away from.

Across from him stood what must have been Milo, changed just as dramatically into a voluptuous, curvy black woman. A grey top with a plunging neckline revealed heavy, ripe breasts. Dark hair spilled down in a waterfall down his back. His lips were plump and full. Eyes big and brown. Face soft.

Neither of the women the young men inhabited appeared to be gang members. Their skin was unmarked and flawless. More likely they were girlfriends. Or prostitutes. Not at all the roguish thugs they wanted to transfer into. The shame and fear of instant regret settled into the pit of their stomachs.

Ali leaned in to the two of them. “Seven days,” he said. “Live in those skins. Return on the eight day and we might just let you turn back and claim your reward. In the meantime…” Ali smacked Taron’s fat butt, making him jump. “Your original bodies will be doing some jobs for us.”

“Drake,” Rav said to one of the armed men in the shadows. “See them back to the lows.”

As Taron left he took a last look back and saw his former body standing up from the biochair and wiggling its fingers, a wicked smile on its face.

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I'd created a machine that could send a person's mind back in time, but ended up in the body of my 22-year-old mom. I didn't know if I could change the past but I didn't want to take the chance that I wouldn't be born and create some sort of paradox (Although, the idea of such an experiment was intriguing and would definitively settle the nature of space and time while also potentially destroying the fabric of the universe).That's how I ended up in my mom's dorm room in just a bra and panties. The bra was already sliding down my shoulders to reveal my mom's amazing breasts. I gazed intently at my boyfriend/dad but he didn't seem to be taking the hint. Or he was scared. Mom was waaaay out of his league.I don't even know why she chose him in the first place but when I landed in her body they hadn't even met. I was forced to search the entire college campus for him and corner him after he got out of glee club. And even then I was forced to initiate, despite how much I did not want to have sex with my younger dad.I concentrated on mom's youthful body, the way her breasts bounced, the sound of her cries, the delicious wetness between her legs. I gave in to the sensations. Stroked myself, licked my pussy-slick fingers, luxuriated in this sexy body I controlled for the moment. And when dad filled me - god - I came, the walls of mom's cunt clutching his cock as he pumped hot cum into me, creating my own future existence.Only when I returned to my own time did it occur to me that mom never would have met dad without my intervention. I'd basically created myself. A paradox! And the universe still existed!

Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14820

Today was the weirdest day of my life and it was about to get even weirder. I'd accidentally swapped bodies with Victoria, one of my coworkers, after a mind bomb went off while we were getting coffee. After our initial shock, Victoria seemed excited about the prospect of being me and, I have to admit, I was curious about being her. We registered with the police to swap back, but there was so much chaos the waitlist was a mile long. So for the mean time, Victoria and I agreed to pretend to be each other. We didn't have to, but thought it would be interesting.Boy, was it.I made it through that day and returned to her house. There, I couldn't resist flipping through her closet and dressing her sexy body in some sexy lingerie. I paraded in front of the mirror and only took a few pictures when her husband came home.He pressed himself up behind me, his huge hands on my waist, his cock throbbing against my rear. Well, I couldn't tell him who I really was by then. Not without admitting that I basically wanted to fuck his wife.He was good with his hands. Really good. Victoria's body was soon warm and aching with need. He kissed the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine, then dipped his hands between my legs and stroked until I came.Then he made a woman out of me, both of us enjoying Victoria's curvy body. Me from inside it and him, well, also from inside it as he filled me.

Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14813

I dragged my wife's tongue up her best friend's pussy, burying my wife's cute face between her friend's pink folds, inhaling her friends delicious musky scent through my sensitive new nose. The scent of my wife's friend's cunt was so much richer through my wife's senses, and my nostrils flared with desire as I looked up her body.My wife looked back from within her friend's body, her rose pink lips an open coo of desire. There were those delicate tits, that pale skin I'd been ashamed to fantasize about but which were now mine to enjoy. I could feel the by-now-familiar warm tingle of my wife's pussy getting wet. This wasn't my first time getting horny in her body, but it was the first time she'd allowed me to eat her out while inside her friend.She tasted divine and I moaned, wiggling my wife's lovely backside as my own pussy hummed with reckless energy.Visiting Swap Hotel with my wife's best friend was the best decision I'd ever made. Well, that and bribing the person behind the counter to swap our bodies in this particular way. I wasn't going to let a chance to watch my wife eat out her friend go to waste.My fantasy had made me ashamed, but the reality was anything but shameful. I watched my wife's best friend's face wrinkle in desire, felt her body wriggling, tasted her as she grew wetter and wetter until she crested and cried out, enjoying the orgasm as much I enjoyed every tangy drop.

Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14810

Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14808

Request: A bully discovers that his favorite victim’s mom was alone as he was sent away to college and what better way to test his newly acquired hypnosis skills on is the mother where he would tweak his mother’s mind and attitude to be sexually infatuated with him and have a scorn hatred for her son. It was a matter of time until the son comes home during spring break to the new changes

When Jayden returned home for spring break, he did not expect to see his former high school bully, Logan, at his house. Nor did Jayden expect to see his mom on the bully's lap, his hands on her hips as they kissed.When they heard the door open, Jayden's mom turned to face him, her hair tousled, her cheeks flushed. Her bright smile died when she saw Jayden standing in the doorway."Oh. It's you," she said. "Why are you here?""It's spring break," Jayden said, flummoxed by the presence of Logan and his mom's sudden derisive attitude towards him, "What's he doing here?"Jayden's mom turned to look at Logan and her smile blossomed. "This is Logan. But you can call him 'dad'. We got married while you were away."Jayden's mouth dropped open.Logan patted Jayden's mom on the butt. "Go fix me a drink and I'll talk to my son."Jayden's mom kissed the bully and then did as he asked. Logan grinned at Jayden."Surprise," Logan said. "I've been working on hypnosis. Your mom's completely in love with me and we've been fucking for months. You should be proud that your mom's pussy is still so tight even after having you."There was nothing Jayden could do to convince his mom of the bully's trickery. Not only was she in love with Logan, she could barely stand Jayden. He spent the rest of the break watching his mom fawn all over Logan, the two of them disappearing to Jayden's mom's room for loud sex.

Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords. Preview here. https://bodyswapfiction.com/enter/?p=14771

For fans of the 'Controlled by the Bully' series: Brandon's bully has found a strange alien device and uses it to torment Brandon and his mom by swapping their bodies and forcing Brandon to obey the bully's every deviant desire in Bully, too explicit for Amazon and only available on Body Swap Stories or Smashwords.

Eighteen-year-old Brandon is constantly tormented by the school bully, Chris, and his friends. And it only gets worse the day Brandon's mom intervenes.

When Chris finds a strange alien device that can do amazing things, he uses it to enact the ultimate torment on Brandon and his mom. First, Chris swaps their bodies, putting Brandon into his own mom's busty body. Then Chris uses the power of the alien device to force Brandon to obey his every whim.

Brandon has to find a way to get that alien device out of Chris's hands so he can put everything right, because Chris is making sure that every second in his mom's body is erotic torture.

“Sorry,” Chris said with a sneer, blocking the path with his arms crossed. “You wanna take this path home you gotta pay the toll.”

“Yeah, the dork toll,” Greg sniggered beside Chris.

Brandon looked up at them both as they towered over him. He’d run out of school as soon as the last bell rang, hoping to make it to the path that wound through the park towards his home and avoid Greg and Chris. But they’d gotten there first. Probably had never been in class in the first place.

Brandon gripped the straps of his heavy backpack harder. “Who has cash anymore?” He asked, voice quivering but still unable to help himself.

Chris slapped his hand on Brandon’s shoulder so hard it made him wince, fingers digging into Brandon’s skin. “Not to worry. I also take bitcoin or the EasyMoney app.”

Brandon felt his armpits getting sweaty, his face going red. At nineteen-years-old, Chris and Greg were both one year older than Brandon. The bully and his friend had been held back a year, which only made them bigger, more muscular, and meaner than everyone else in Brandon’s class. And they’d already been big.

When Chris wasn’t picking on Brandon, it looked like he hung out in the gym. Not an ounce of fat on him. Lean and wiry. Dark brown hair shaved down to stubble. A tattoo of a spiderweb on his right bicep ran down his arm. A face perpetually set in a scowl.

Brandon, on the other hand, was short and still had the chubbiness of childhood, though matched with some light stubble and dark curly hair that had seemed to sprout everywhere: his arms, his knuckles, his groin, his chest. Brandon was half worried he was turning into a bear. He wasn’t as tall as Chris. Nor as lean and muscular. But he was much smarter. Unfortunately, his brain was bad at blocking Chris’s fists.

Chris had been picking on Brandon for years. Sometimes alone, sometimes with his equally cruel buddies. Brandon didn’t know why he’d been singled out for abuse. He just knew that it sucked and made every walk home from school a source of stress. In a moment of weakness, Brandon had confessed to his mom what was going on and then had begged her not to do anything for fear of making it worse.

Now Chris slipped his arm around Brandon’s shoulder and crushed him close. “Come on Danny-boy. Get out that phone and give me your money.”

Reluctantly, Brandon slid his phone out of his pocket and, following Chris’s instructions, sent him some money.

“Is that all?” Chris said when he received it.

“It’s all I’ve got,” Brandon said, hating the whine in his voice but equally unable to stop it.

“Then I guess we’ll just take the balance out in entertainment,” Chris said.

He lunged at Brandon suddenly and tore the backpack off his shoulders. Chris tossed it to Greg, who unzipped it and dumped everything onto the ground. Chris advanced on Brandon, grabbing a fistful of his shirt and backing him up against a tree.

“My punching bag at the gym broke. So I’m just gonna use you.”

Chris raised his fist. Brandon shut his eyes and looked away, preparing for the blow.

Just then, a woman’s voice called out from behind Chris:

“Hey! What do you think you’re doing? Stop that!”

Oh no. Brandon opened his eyes to find his mom stalking up the path, rage in her eyes. Her long blonde hair was back in a ponytail that bounced with each angry step as she approached. The only thing more humiliating than getting bullied by troglodytes was having his mom save him.

Chris released Brandon and stepped back. “He tripped and I was just helping him up.”

She glared at him and then rushed to Brandon. “Are you okay, pumpkin?”

“I’m fine, mom,” Brandon mumbled, trying to push her away.

“This is your mom?” Chris asked.

Brandon watched Chris’s eyes roam up and down his mom’s figure, starting at the cute face with the slightly upturned nose, down to the plain white shirt that strained against her heavy breasts, to the flare of her hips and the jeans that hugged her plump butt and then back up.

Brandon’s mom, Felicity, tried to hug Brandon to her but he nudged her away. “Yes he is.” She said, giving up on comforting Brandon and instead turning to point her finger into Chris’s face. “And who the hell are you?” She demanded.

“Just a friend,” Chris snickered.

“Well, friend, put my son’s things back in his backpack.”

Felicity glowered at Chris and she was imposing enough that Brandon shrank and knelt to help Greg stuff Brandon’s books back in his pack. He stood and handed it to Brandon.

“Now say you’re sorry,” Felicity demanded.

“What?”

“Are you deaf as well as stupid? Say you’re sorry.”

Chris seemed cowed by the fiery blonde. Brandon’s mom could go from cute to formidable in an instant.

“Sorry,” mumbled Chris, looking down at the ground.

“Come on, Brandon, time to go home,” Felicity said, putting a gentle arm on Brandon’s back and ushering him down the path towards home.

As Brandon trudged away, he heard Chris mumbling about his mom and all the things he wanted to do to her while Greg laughed beside him as they both watched her swaying ass. Brandon blushed beet red, disgusted to think about his mom in that way even as his mind brought up a flash of Chris bending Felicity over and railing her from behind. Even in that brief flash he saw his mom’s dangling tits bouncing with each thrust, heard the thwack of Chris’s groin on his mom’s fat butt. Brandon shuddered and focused on his mathematics homework. Anything to get that horrible image out of his head.

“Are you okay, pumpkin?” Felicity asked, smoothing his hair down.

Brandon pushed her away. “Fine, mom. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Of course I did. They were being mean. I had to step in. Tomorrow I’m going to have a talk with your principal and we’ll get that boy suspended.”

“Please don’t! You’ll just make it worse.”

“Worse? How could it get any worse?”

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