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I couldn´t help but smirk when seeing Alexis in my body begin to cry her heart out when she finally understood that I wouldn´t switch back to my old body.
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A Trainer Like No Other
Since summer is right around the corner, my services as a personal trainer are in high demand. I’ve got a 100% success rate, making me the most successful trainer–maybe ever. I have a very simple method that no other trainers could offer…I’m a bodyhopper!
Keeping him entertained
Gina had a lot of paper work to get done but her boyfriend wouldn’t stop pestering her for sex, he never could get enough of her glorious tits. So she swapped bodies with him and she was able to work uninterrupted for several hours while he played with her boobs and watched a game.
When Gina finished the paperwork she invited her bi-sexual girlfriend Mindy over and and let her fool around with her ‘boyfriend’ for a while. Then Gina took took both of them into the bedroom and fucked their brains out with her boyfriends body.
Later that night Gina swapped bodies back with her boyfriend as he slept and when he woke up the next morning he didn’t remember a thing
SWAP RING
“This is only going to work for one of us, you know?” i stepped out of the closet
my girlfriend and i were having trouble spicing things up i knew what we could do, you see i had been on her case for about three months to put on a sexy outfit she got for a sketch i had to do for work she was hired for one of the models soon after, but no she decided to use a ring she had gotten from “Spells ‘R Us” and use it for us to swap bodies then have sex.
“oh wow you were right babe i do look hot in that outfit, i will have to treat you to a night of me in that!”
The witch revenge
“Sorry Julian, i had to do this if i want a human life again. You will have to get use to be a female cat from now on” Said the young girl to her cat. But a few hours earlier, this girl was a man nammed Julian who had pick up a cat in the street. He doesn’t know this cat used to be a witch who have been punished by her pairs. It’s been a year she had gathered enough magic energy to find an escape to her cat life. When she had enough of it she swapped bodies with Julian. It was stange for him to have his body stolen and suddenly be a female cat. He watch helplessly as the witch altered his old body to make her more like her former self with slender teen body, long borwn hair with green end and perky breasts. He meowed in disbelief seeing the witch very satisfied with her handywork.
“It’s much better, i haven’t enough energy to take my revenge now but, in a few months, it will be an other story. Meanwhile, i will enjoy my new life as… what was your name again? Ah yes, Julian… so … why not Julie. With that, my traitors of sisters will never found me before i take them down.”
Julian couldn’t believe what had happen to him. He have to do something, but he was helpless in that cat body. He already felt he was in heat, and smell all the pheromone the male cats outside. He looked in anger at the witch who have stolen his life with intensity.
“There is no need to look at me like that, Julian. Or should i say Kitty? I’m sure you will be very happy as a cat, no mor human worries and i’m sur you will like being fucked by other cat. What that glowing, oh no! don’t tell me….”
Awruk *crosses out Victoria Justice
“Hey could you give me a second?,” awruk had to lean on something after landing in the body he so desired to be in, that of young celebrity Victoria Justice. “My god,” he now she whispered in her new voice, coming out part whisper, part coo in awe and pleasure of what was happening to her. The memories, the sensations of this body, the simple fact that she was now and forever the one and only Victoria Justice, not losing her memory of her former life, but being to easily be able to take on her rightful mantle of being Victoria Justice.
Tropical Trade
My girlfriend and I had switched bodies for the first time last weekend a dream come true for both of us. We were both in our early twenties . I was tall, in good shape and reasonably good looking, but my girlfriend was gorgeous, with a body that has actually made straight women blush. We had rented a house built on beach of a beautiful cove in Tahiti, located on a private island so we had complete privacy.
Playing with demon
– Haha! At last! I have flesh again, and i’m free to unleash my vangeance to those who untrap me into this necklace.
– No please! give me back my body!
– No can do young one, you have been warn about playing with demonic stuff and you tried to summon me anyway. So endure your punishment for thinking you could make me do you bidding. Now, this body cannot contain two souls, especialy when i’m one of those so where can i put yours. Oh! I know. You really should get rid off the pest in your appartment.
Best part of the new life
My six month anniversary of my rebirth was closing in. In just a couple of days I will have been a female for 183 days.The girl and I had just traded lives, fair and square, and when snooping around on facebook she…he seemed to enjoy the life as a guy much more than I did. I´m happy as well, the body and life I got in the exchange have lived up to my every expectation.
It can be easy sometimes to forget that this isn´t the body you were born with. I´m shorter but I got used to it.
Weaker muscles, but I manage to come by. If not, guys often are willing to help. If only they knew of transparent it was of them to help me out but I´m thankful nevertheless.
The periods was a nightmare in the beginning. All those questions about How, Why and AAARGH! kept testing my temper. Apparently I´m a bitch during my period. Good thing I`ve learned to read the signs of my body and calm myself when needed.
The life long dream I had of wearing dresses all day had been fulfilled. They fit me like a glove and accentuate my every curve. I know I look good in them.
What I want to point out is that I have acclimatized to my body so much that I doesn´t think twice anymore when doing things.
Except one thing.
For me they define my femininity, the very being of whom I want to be. I like my hourglass figure. I like my female genitalia. But nothing screams woman to me as a pair of well-formed breasts.
They are always there as a heavy reminder to me of whom I now am. Often they are neatly stored inside of a bra, at other times I let them hang free just to feel the pull.
You could have great fun playing around with them. Did you know that some girls can get an orgasm just by breast stimulation? It´s true, but sadly I am not one of them. Believe me, I´ve tried. Oil them, rub them, massage them, place an tiny ice cube on your nipple and just let it melt. Let the cool breeze of the wind grace your being.
And you can dress up in literally anything and still look good.
I´m happy with my life, much more content. In the past I didn´t let anyone in close to me but nowdays I even have got a boyfriend.
And it even feels better and more exciting when he plays around with my two girls.
Shouldn’t Have Snuck In On Momma Part 2
“Unless…” she said, her voice trailing off. “Here, take this stone,” she said, taking from her pocket and handing to me a small rock. I looked at her skeptically. She continued.
“Now, wish for our breasts to be exchanged!” she seemed so excited by this, so I humored her. I made the wish, and contrary to my expectations, something happened.
My chest started feeling really warm and…constricted. As if somebody had just dropped a huge weight on top of me. My t-shirt began to feel tight, and my bra straps were cutting into my shoulders.
“Wha-what’s happening?” I said to the black-haired woman. She didn’t respond, but I heard a snap come from below my shirt. My bra was broken.
I looked down, and saw things I had only dreamed of resting on my chest:
Boobs.
Actual boobs! No…tits! Tits that were stretching my shirt almost to the breaking point. Tits! On my chest! I think they’re even bigger than Mom’s!
I looked up at the strange woman, and saw something very different on her chest: she had become almost completely flat-chested! In fact, her shirt was so low cut, and there was much less inside it now, that I could clearly see both her small hard nipples through the neck hole.
“That was amazing!” I shouted, grabbing at my new fleshy mounds.
“You’re telling me,” she said with relief. “Now I don’t have to carry those things around any more.” She grabbed at her own chest. “They won’t be calling THESE ‘Huge Hilary’s heavy hangers’. I’ll have them all to myself now!”
I had no idea what she was talking about, but I excused myself and ran back home, a feat made much more difficult by my new assets flopping around unrestrained by my now useless bra. I’d have to see if one of Mom’s fit when I got home.
I got home and closed the door behind me, calling out to my mother as I did so. No response. She must not be home. I ran upstairs, shouting a “calm down girls!” (I can actually call them “the girls” now!) to my chest as I did so. I entered her room, and went straight for her underwear drawer. I picked out her biggest maternity bra, and after removing my shirt and ruined bra, I tried hers on.
It didn’t fit. My new titflesh was bursting out the top and sides, and probably a little bit was sneaking out of the bottom. This is the bra she wore when her breasts were at their fullest, and it couldn’t even hold my non-pregnant jugs.
“I can’t wait to show Mom!” I said, squeezing my huge breasts in the large bra. With perfect timing, I heard the door downstairs open. I bounded down the steps, my boobs slightly more restrained now, but they still wobbled all over the place in my hurry.
“Look Mom! I shouted at her. “My tits are even bigger than yours now!” I flexed, and tore the backstrap of the bra, setting my new girls free. My mother just stared with her mouth wide open. I couldn’t wait to explain this one…