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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