He swapped our attributes - Part 1

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Jennifer gently removed her jewelry – she never wore any during her workouts, but she liked the comments she’d get from the other girls. She put away her earrings, promise band, and her newest bracelet made from pearls. It was an authentic bracelet that she got for no more than fifty dollars – she’d seen similar ones for hundreds before. She was never a big jewelry person, but after Marcus started getting her expensive jewelry, she slowly became a little obsessed over each piece.

One by one, she placed them carefully in her jewelry box while she ran a hand along her flat and toned tummy. The faint linings of her muscles oozed with progress and sweat, and she was looking forward to washing her body. Once the jewelry was safely tucked away, Jennifer made her way to the bathroom after setting her T-shirt and jeans on her bed. She felt the weight of the day on her skin while she removed her hot pink sports bra and yoga pants. Stepping into the corner of the bathroom, the steam from the hot shower enveloped her, making her muscles relax while she savored the heat that engulfed her sore body. She had pushed herself hard, determined to beat her personal record.

After a while, the water started to turn cold, and that’s when she stepped out. She didn’t bother washing her hair that night – she wanted to go straight to her one hour nap. She wrapped herself in a soft towel and walked back to her room. The bed looked inviting while she dried her athletic body. It beckoned to her with its soft sheets and plush pillows. After slathering some lotion and admiring her physical progress in a nearby mirror, she slipped under the covers and let out a sigh. 

She felt a sense of peace while her eyelids became heavy. The world outside was still, and so was her mind. Jennifer closed her eyes, letting the sounds of the night lull her into a deep sleep. As Jennifer drifted into the dream world, she felt an odd sensation. It started as a gentle warmth. Soon, she felt hotter than she had ever felt before. It was as if she was in a desert, with the sun beating down relentlessly. Jennifer tried to move, but her body felt heavy. Her sheets clung to her, drenched in sweat. As she moved her fingers, she felt a strange pressure, as if someone was squeezing them tightly. The same happened with her toes.

The weight in the air grew heavier. Jennifer felt like she was trapped in a thick blanket, unable to breathe or move. Panic set in. She reached out, trying to find her bedside lamp. She needed light, hoping it would make everything clear. Her fingers finally found the switch, and as the lamp bathed the room in a warm glow, Jennifer saw something unbelievable.

Her room was filled with water. It reached the ceiling, turning her bedroom into an underwater cave. She looked around, eyes wide in shock. Her furniture floated, and her books swirled around like leaves in the wind. Jennifer tried to scream, but no sound came out. She could feel the pressure of the water on her chest, pushing her down, and pinning her to the bed. Every second felt like an eternity. Her heart raced, and fear gripped her. Just as she felt she couldn't take it anymore, just as she was about to give in, she woke up.

Jennifer sat up straight, gasping for breath. She looked around, half expecting to see her room still filled with water. But it was dry, everything was in its place. The nightmare had felt so real, but now, it was just a fading memory. Jennifer glanced at her clock and realized that it was 4 AM. “I overslept,” she realized. “Fuck, I was only supposed to sleep for an hour…”

Still shaken, she got out of bed. She needed a change of clothes, since the ones she wore were soaked with sweat. She walked to her bathroom, still trying to shake off the remnants of her dream, only to let out a horrified scream. She stared at herself in the mirror – her face was fine, but her body was different. Her breasts were completely flat, her hips were narrower, and her perfect bum was gone. Her body had become more masculine. She looked into her surprised eyes, and just when she thought it wouldn’t get any worse, she felt something between her legs starting to go hard.

Finally taking her studies seriously

 

Nally sat with a coffee in her hands while the food court emptied out. Classes were starting, but she had a few hours before her next class. Across from her was Jasmine, her best friend, who was busy studying. This was a rare sight for Nally to see, especially since she wasn't supposed to still be here. She always left to go home after her morning classes - she didn't have any afternoon or evening classes to worry about. "She seems so focused," Nally thought while she observed her.

The other peculiar thing was that Jasmine wasn't trying to distract herself by talking to Nally. She was usually the life of the party, not the one to bury her nose in books. She was the popular and pretty rich girl - that was her entire personality. But now, she seemed like a completely different person. Jasmine was known for her beauty and her love for having fun. She would sometimes make choices that worried her friends, especially since she loved experimenting with hard drugs from time to time. And her breakup with Albert had left her feeling sad and lost a few weeks ago. After the breakup, people started to notice changes in Jasmine. She was quieter, she stopped going to parties, and she seemed to be avoiding the things that once gave her joy but also brought her pain.

Nally and the rest of Jasmine's friends were worried about her. They initially thought it was Albert's fault, but when he revealed that she was the one who broke up with him, they became even more concerned. Obviously, they had seen Jasmine make bad choices before, so they were actively trying to make sure that she was okay.

Seeing Jasmine so focused on her schoolwork made Nally feel hopeful, though. She didn't have anything to really worry about. She had been worried that Jasmine would not be able to pass her classes because of her love for fun and her lack of interest in studying, and now, she was on the right track. She could see the determination in Jasmine’s eyes, and it made her believe that Jasmine had finally decided to change her life for the better.

But Jasmine wasn't who her friends thought she was - she was actually Angela, a 55-year-old witch who wanted to start over. Albert had purposely stayed quiet about their breakup, but he knew the truth behind what had happened. He just couldn’t tell anybody – he was physically and mentally unable to.

The real Jasmine was absorbed into the body thief's mind. Of course, she couldn't have done it without Albert - he was the one who helped her, after all. Angela had been helping Albert get through some tough times as an unlicensed therapist, and when he revealed that he didn't have any money to pay for her services, she decided to ask for payment in a different way. 

He gave her his soul. It took several more sessions, but she ultimately managed to alter his mind. She took drops of his blood and burned herbs around his head to control him. He eventually became an obedient follower who was willing to do anything she wanted. After speaking to him more, she knew that his relationship with Jasmine was falling apart. She knew about all of Jasmine's issues and the trouble that was brewing inside her head. So, she convinced him to take Jasmine in for therapy. But instead of providing her with a therapy session, she instead prepared a body swap ritual by placing a circle of her own blood beneath her patient's chair. Once Jasmine took her seat, Angela activated the spell, and she found herself inside of Jasmine's gorgeous body.

And with her new body under her complete control, she was excited to make the most out of Jasmine’s life. She loved everything about herself. From her silky blonde hair to her firm breasts, being a young woman again made her excited to re-explore the things that she never experienced in her youth. Albert would never get a chance to please her, but a campus full of attractive men were throwing themselves at her. She had everything she needed to make things easier for her – money, beauty, and magic. All she had to do now was pick the best possible option, but that wasn’t going to be so hard with Jasmine’s beautiful body.

My new sister

Jared stood at the foot of the bed and crossed his arms beneath his new breasts. After nearly two weeks in Ari's gorgeous body, her younger sister, Aby, had just discovered that she wasn't the same person she'd grown up with. The hatred said it all. Jared had used a body possession remote prototype in order to place his mind into his new body. Ari had been asleep all those weeks ago when he snuck through a nearby window. The remote only worked on people who were deep in REM sleep, so when he saw her eyes twitching, he knew it was time to act.

Jared had always been jealous of Ari throughout college. They'd been competitive students who hated each other after Ari had convinced fellow group members to give Jared a low participation grade. They had been working on a business paper together up until they snaked him, and unfortunately for him, he had to retake the class because of it. Ever since then, he'd become obsessed with her every move. He did this out of hatred, and after stealing the body possession prototype from his technology company, he decided to take revenge into his own hands. The remote was supposed to place minds inside of realistic simulations, and he was about to do it for a completely different purpose.

“Let’s do this,” he had whispered. He had pressed the remote against his future body's forehead. He clicked the side button, and he immediately felt a ticklish sensation moving through his hand. Before he knew it, he felt his mind being forced through the air and into Ari's body. With a violent shudder, he found himself in her gorgeous body while his old body fell to the ground. It had been like a dream, especially after he got to know every inch of himself. He couldn't believe how he was willing to try ruining Ari's life - he was going to embarrass her to ruin her reputation. But now that she had her flesh, he didn't plan on leaving after hiding the remote in a discreet location. And with a mischievous chuckle, Jared gave Aby a wink. "You got me," he said. "I'm not actually your sister. I'm a better version of her. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'm Ari," he said while he pulled a pack of cigarettes from a nearby drawer. Lighting the cigarette, he blew smoke over towards Aby. "Go ahead - I know that look. You want to do something. But guess what? I dumped my old body into the local river. I have nowhere else to go."

"WHERE IS SHE?"

Jared ran a finger through his silky black hair. "Right here - she's right here. I won't tell you how I did it, but let's just say the original Ari is long gone." He leaned forward, his large breasts jiggling while he laughed. "And guess what? Nobody will ever believe you. You can try as hard as you want, but I'm never going to go away."

While the real Ari remained trapped in her dreams, Jared would never tell anybody how he stole Ari's body. And of course, nobody would ever believe Aby, especially after Jared familiarized himself with everything about Ari's life. The girl was never conservative with her personal life - everything was on the internet. Sure, Aby saw right through him, but after a few hours of studying, Ari was going to be easy enough to imitate for life.

Why would I swap back?

Grace laughed at the shocked look on Serena's face. "Did you really think that I'd be wanting to switch back? You were the one who accepted it."

"I didn't think I'd miss how things used to be..."

Grace couldn't help but giggle at that. "Well, maybe you should have been more grateful for what you had. You literally had everything - the only thing you wanted was my money. But you decided to use your money to make yourself look worse." After voluntarily switching bodies with Grace, Serena had tried to make the most out of her new life. Grace had always been an eye sore to look at, so when her best friend offered to trade her beautiful body for a chance to not have to worry about money, Grace jumped at the opportunity.

But Serena wasn't expecting her confidence to drop so hard, so she ended up getting breast implants and work done. She paid for the best possible surgical procedures, and she ended up making her body worse. There was always a chance for plastic surgery to go wrong, and everything had gone wrong for Serena. In the process, she ruined her body, and now she was trying to convince Grace to switch back. 

"Look, stop crying. People are going to see us. Anyway, I don't want to go through the process again. The body swap clinic wasn't a comfortable experience - we literally had our brains electrocuted over and over again in those pods. I'm not doing that again just to go back into THAT thing."

"Please," Serena said. "You said that you'd be willing to do anything for me. We're best friends - we've known each other forever. Why are you being like this all of a sudden?"

Grace crossed her arms, pushing up her firm breasts while she smirked. "Because I don't want to give any of this up. Especially after you butchered my body. Sure, I wasn't the prettiest thing, but I didn't expect you to somehow make me worse." She immediately crossed her legs. "Anyhow, you have plenty of money. Pay a guy to be with you."

"I don't want to pay somebody to feel a connection, though. Please, Grace." Serena leaned forward. "Please don't be like this." Her eyes were welling up with tears as she started to get even more upset. "Don't you want your money back? Your inheritance?"

"There's at most maybe five hundred grand in a bank account," Grace scoffed. "Besides, with a body like this, I've probably made more money than I've ever made on investment income alone. Yeah, you never thought about leveraging your looks - but I did. Turns out that guys love a young girl like me." She gave her former best friend a wink. "Yeah, maybe I’ll link you my Only Fans. I don’t even post anything that bad … though I’ve definitely had some fun with your boyfriend. I didn’t realize how bad you were at satisfying him – I literally blew his mind, and I haven’t even been with that many guys.” That’s when it hit her. “I get it – you know that we’ve been intimate, and now you want him back. Well, tough luck, bitch. This is MY body now.” Grace gave the air a kiss. “Eventually, I'll have more money than you too. It's a shame you didn't know what you had until you lost it - guess you're going to have to learn to live with the mistakes you've made."

Defeated and unable to convince Grace to switch back, Serena stood up abruptly. Her plastic surgery had left her with some pain, so she had a bit of a limp as she stormed out of the park in defeat.

Love my doctor

Izzy softly moaned as she felt Dr. Morris pulling out of her. Rolling up his condom, he threw it into the trash bin beside her bed and panted loudly. After being together for the entire night, Izzy had been impressed with the stamina he had. He did things to her that she couldn't have ever dreamed of doing in her older body (even in its youth). 

The way he pulled her hair and worshipped her glistening slit made her bed him for more. Of course, for a doctor in his thirties, she fully expected that he would be able to at least keep up with her own young body. She planted a kiss against his cheek and hugged him as they stared silently at the ceiling together.

The thought of being like this with another man after so many years left her feeling grateful. When Izzy first found herself in her new body, she was horrified at what had happened. She had gone in for a routine medical examination (possibly her last), and at some point after being sedated, her mind had been extracted. She didn't know that Dr. Morris had planted her mind into another patient's body.

Yvonne had gone in for brain surgery after experiencing a horrifying head injury. When Dr. Morris discovered that her brain was beyond saving. So, rather than let her body go to waste, the doctor made the transplant himself. He knew that their bodies were compatible and had the same blood type. 

The only downside was that it would require anti rejection medication to make sure Yvonne's body didn't reject Izzy. At first, Izzy wasn't sure how to feel - she was afraid of telling the people around her about how she wasn't Yvonne. She was terrified of being in trouble. So, she remained silent as Dr. Morris and his team helped her. And after several months of rehabilitation, Izzy was able to move freely without any assistance.

It didn't take long before Dr. Morris confessed what had happened in detail. Hearing his reasoning made her angry, but when she saw the care in his eyes, she realized that he had done the procedure out of the goodness of his heart. Despite being terrified by the whole experience, she couldn't blame him for what he had done. He didn't want the girl's parents to lose their daughter, and it wasn't like Izzy was going to be around for long. Without a nearby brain donor, Yvonne's body wouldn't have been suitable for a mind transplant, especially when Dr. Morris only had four minutes to make the decision.

It also didn't take long for Dr. Morris to start a relationship with her - their shared secret only brought them closer together. Today, it had been a year since they met. Izzy couldn't have imagined her being in this situation again - she couldn't have imagined a second chance at living. She loved being Yvonne - she enjoyed her athletic body as a soccer player, and she especially liked the fact that she was studying English. Izzy had been an English teacher, and now that she had her new body, she had a feeling that starting over wasn’t going to be too difficult.

She had been a 92-year-old elderly women with no family of her own. Now, with Yvonne's life, she had more than she could have ever asked for. With a body that didn't match her age, and her newly awakened desire to try something different, she found herself looking forward to being with him as the two partners drifted off to sleep.

Absorbing her precious attributes

Abigail had a sly smirk as she waltzed across her balcony. Every step was a picture of grace and confidence, the clinking sound of her high heels forcing Carl’s eyes to watch her every move. Adorned in a cute dress that accentuated her elegance, she couldn't resist the vanity that urged her to run a hand through her chestnut waves that cascaded down her back. She turned her head slightly, catching Carl in the act of capturing her likeness through the lens of his camera. “How do I look?”

“Absolutely perfect,” he said breathlessly. She smiled at that – she especially liked how he was still out of breath. The two had made love nearly half an hour ago, yet he was still exhausted from the session they’d shared. Abigail loved how he could barely keep up, and she especially liked how he struggled not to finish too early. When her body appeared much older, he was able to last a lot longer.

Now, he could barely control himself with her rejuvenated body. 

Ever since he helped place her attribute stone into Deborah’s possession, her physical appearance only improved. Abigail was a 108-year-old woman who struggled to find a new victim. She regularly maintained her health by sapping the energy and attributes of an unsuspecting victim. By using her attribute stone, she could transfer another person’s youth and appearance over time. The catch was that a willing third party had to provide the stone to somebody, and her partner in crime, Mike, had died suddenly nearly five years ago. 

Sharing her secret with a new third party was dangerous, because being caught and reported could lead to her stone being taken away. The third party had to know what the stone was capable of, and the stone only gave attributes to the second to last person who touched it. Disregarding this rule could have the unintended effect of reversing the attributes she’d stolen from people from years before. She would lose the shapely bum and seductive voice she had worked so hard to steal.

Thankfully, that was when her caretaker, Carl, proved his loyalty by doing as she pleased. He offered her love despite looking like she was in her sixties, and when he helped her rejuvenate her body, his love only grew. He convinced his coworker Deborah by pretending that her boyfriend wanted to give it to her. She would never find out the truth. Knowing all this, Abigail knew she’d found her new Mike, and all she had to do was satisfy his every desire. She was more than happy to worship his cock or let him caress every inch of her body now that the attribute stone had given her as much of Deborah’s youth as it could.

Carl further sealed his loyalty by returning the attribute stone to her precious jewelry box. Deborah, now wrinkled and weak, had no idea what had happened to her. Thankfully, as long as the pathetic man didn’t say anything, nobody would ever suspect that Abigail had absorbed her attributes. It had been years since she was able to attract others since Mike had died, and it was especially hard to convince anybody to help her with her attribute stone.

Now, the night called to her, and she was looking forward to Carl taking more pictures of her after a night of clubbing. With a body this attractive, she could get endless streams of income with Carl’s help. Money had always been an issue, and now she had some sort of stability with the body she had now. Her large breasts, toned legs, and gorgeous face were all thanks to Deborah. And with everything she had, Abigail was looking forward to manipulating some of the wealthier men looking to cheat on their wives. She excitedly picked up her purse and beckoned for Carl to follow her.

Stuck in a stripper

Cam sat heavily on the plush velvet chair of his dressing room, rubbing his sore feet after removing the tall, glittering high heels. He was finally alone in the room he rented above the strip club, and he finally felt a sense of relief. The shoes, which had once been a symbol of his newfound sexuality, now seemed to be just another source of discomfort in a life filled with unforeseen twists that got worse with every passing day. 

Just a month ago, life had been ordinary. Cam had never been the center of attention, and he secretly yearned for the thrill of popularity. Then, the improbable had occurred – something that wasn’t normal. In the dusty attic of his grandmother’s old house, Cam discovered an ornate lamp that seemingly glowed when he held it. It was more intricate and beautiful than anything he had ever seen. Without even thinking, he rubbed it to make it shinier, half expecting nothing to happen.

The ensuing cloud of blue smoke and the sudden appearance of the genie were more shocking than Cam could have imagined. With a promise of three wishes, Cam, in a moment of impulsiveness, asked to be more popular. He would get what he wanted, but at the cost of everything. He expected to maybe wake up as a popular kid with countless friends. He expected at least a girlfriend. But what he hadn’t anticipated was the genie's particular interpretation of his wish. It didn’t take long before he learned that the genie never granted accurate wishes.

He had awakened, not in his own bed, but in an unfamiliar room filled with frills and satin. Everything felt different. As he sat up, he realized that he was in a completely different body. He woke up in a woman’s body. He’d later learn that he was possessing a breathtakingly gorgeous stripper, celebrated and desired in her circles. He ended up finding all of her information through social media and her driver’s license. Her real name was definitely Kate, but her stripper name was Sugar. 

Obviously, he was ecstatic at first. He never had a real job or the amount of cash she had in her safe. Being a girl and doing as he pleased would have brought out even the most depraved of thoughts. He ended up pretending to be her, and he loved the attention that came with her body. Cam was showered with attention, compliments, and admirers. People clamored to talk to him at the strip club, and his coworkers were chill to hang around. The dancing, the lights, and the energy of the stage became a drug that kept him coming back for more. Day by day, his masculinity faded, and he enjoyed his newfound identity alongside others with depraved, lustful desires.

But as the days turned into weeks, the novelty began to fade. The constant gaze of strangers began to feel invasive rather than flattering. The pressure to maintain an impeccable appearance at all times was suffocating. The way people treated Kate, with either blatant objectification or concealed envy, made Cam long for the simple invisibility of his old life. 

He began to realize that the beauty and allure that made Kate popular came with its own set of challenges and burdens. Unfortunately, the genie's lamp had vanished as mysteriously as it had appeared. He later learned after reading books at his local library that some genies disappeared after a set period of time to find a new master to serve. 

Easy path to riches - Part 3

 

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Aziz felt Amina's warm hand in his as they moved through the city streets of Seattle. There were a thousand jealous and curious eyes upon them, yet neither of them cared. Of course, Aziz couldn’t blame people. He was thirty years older than Amina’s new body, and she looked absolutely stunning in whatever she wore. Together, they moved closely through the streets while Amina gave his lips a light kiss so people knew they were together. 

They approached a bus stop where a bus waited. Climbing aboard, they dropped coins into the fare box, the metal clinks sounding like tiny bells. Aziz guided Amina to an empty seat, and they settled in. It was their first little weekend after permanently relocating to America, and they were going to make the most out of it. Getting Aziz to America was hard, but it was far easier than would have been the case if Amina wasn’t in a Caucasian woman’s body. Once seated, Amina snuggled up to Aziz, resting her head on his arm. Her eyes closed, and her breathing became steady. “Wake me up when we’re at my parents’ home, okay?” Amina said in fluent Arabic.

The other Caucasian people on the bus seemed surprised by that. Aziz smiled and nodded. She still hadn’t introduced him to Leila’s family, and he was worried what they might think. But Amina had given them photos of them together over social media, and the golden ring around her finger showed the seriousness of their relationship after their “second” engagement. He gazed out of the window, watching the city pass by while he wondered what to say to them. Yet, as the bus moved, a gentle hum seemed to wrap around them, he figured that things were going to be alright. After all, stealing Leila’s attractive body had worked out well for them … for the most part.

He sighed, a deep breath filled with contentment. Every now and then, his eyes would drift back to Amina. Her gorgeous face looked relaxed, the weight of their past sins momentarily lifted. He squeezed her hand. Their journey had been long, filled with challenges and moments of despair. But sitting there, on that bus, with the city of Seattle rolling by, everything felt right. Every moment and every second were filled with a gratitude that he couldn't fully express. Even as the city sounds continued and the bus jostled them gently from side to side, he felt an internal peace. The seat's blue fabric was worn but comfortable, and he gently stroked Amina's hair as she continued her nap against his shoulder.

Adjusting to American life wasn’t easy. With Amina losing her job as a receptionist and the challenges they faced in a new land, they both found themselves working at grocery stores. Amina didn’t have any of Leila’s memories, so she had to piece together everything through her social media accounts and conversations with her friends. It took forever for Leila’s family to contact her, but now that they were in America, life was much easier. She couldn’t adapt fast enough to keep up with Leila’s receptionist job, but the worker shortage made it easier to pivot. Sure, their minimum wage jobs were hard. Aziz recalled the long hours Amina spent stacking shelves and how he would help customers find items. The grocery store jobs weren't what they had in mind when they arrived in Seattle, but they were grateful of the fact that they were able to find some cheap housing. They had each other, and they had work. That meant everything.

Aziz turned to look at Amina, her face serene in her sleep. He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. Her skin was warm, and he felt her stir slightly as a soft smile formed on her lips. Even with their busy schedules and the demands of daily life, moments like these reminded him of the good in their lives. Once they got enough work experience, they would be able to afford a bigger place before starting a family. Sure, Leila’s family wasn’t as rich as they thought they’d be, but they were in a much better position than they would have been in Sudan. The spice in their relationship was also a lot better, especially since Amina was twenty years younger than her old body. And as Aziz sat there, he knew that he was more blessed than he realized - especially when one considered the fact that Leila would be unable to break free. She’d spend the rest of her time as a passenger, experiencing everything while being unable to truly enjoy the life that had been stolen from her.

Easy path to riches - Part 2

 

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Amina's body felt so damp, but she couldn't break free from her husband. She didn't want to, especially as he plunged his massive cock into her possessed body. He had finished inside of her nearly three times that day - Leila's voice was long gone. They only needed to inseminate her once in order to make the body possession potion permanently seal her soul in her new body, yet the two continued to make love.

Amina's slender fingers clenched the sheets beneath them as Aziz pushed every inch into her. He was always strong and large, but her new body was smaller than her old one. It took some getting used to for both of them. She could feel her skin bump into his, his hairs rubbing along the surface of her pale skin while he stretched her insides. The first time they fucked had been painful, but after getting used to her new body, Amina was really loving her husband's cock. 

His dark skin was slick with their perspiration, but that didn't hinder his lust or performance. He became more aggressive, using every inch of her body to satisfy his urges. His lips kissed every inch of her naked body, and the longer they made love, the more Amina realized that stealing this American girl's body was totally worth it.

Her body felt incredible with all of the sensations overriding her mind, and her husband was clearly enjoying this. It felt like the very first few months of their marriage before the excitement died down, and Amina had a feeling that it was going to last a lot longer in her significantly younger body. Everything about her was incredible – her healthy physique, sexy figure, and perfectly smooth skin made her feel gorgeous. And each time she climaxed, her body shook harder than her old body, causing her to grip her sheets ever harder while the ecstasy made her beg Aziz for more of his cock.

Things hadn't been great for their relationship together. Money problems and the political environment left Sudan in a weird place. But when the village witch gave Amina a potion that could help her start a new life, the Sudanese woman didn't hesitate to use it on one of the customers at her husband's hotel. They did an incredible amount of research on Leila prior to the possession, and after learning that she had a fairly well off family, they decided to use her body to start life anew in America. All they had to do was have her drink the potion at the same time as Amina, and after her husband managed to mix some of it into the girl's tea, the body possession immediately forced her mind into the beautiful American woman's body. All they had to do was have sex in order to make the possession permanent, and since Leila had come to Sudan alone, there was nobody who could stop them.

Amina had been afraid at first. But as Aziz's muscular body sank down into hers, and his lips met her mouth, she knew that things were going to improve. She had the body of an attractive model with a wonderful future. The taste of their saliva mixed, and Amina's arms tightened around her husband while the urge to take another load from him intensified. "Do it," Amina ordered her husband. "Do it now, my love. Cum inside of me. Cum inside of me and say MY name...."

He began to grunt. Her firm breasts pushed up against his chest, their skin tight against one another while she waited for his hot cum to fill her insides. When he began to groan, he kissed the side of her neck and whispered, "Leila..." Her petite body wrapped his lower waist, squeezing him tightly with her long legs while she felt his thrusts becoming stronger. And just as her husband sank down one final time, she could feel his seed erupting deep inside of her.

They were both panting by the time he was able to pull out of her. Their juices gushed out of her as they cuddled, and as they slowly drifted off to sleep, Amina couldn’t help but fantasize about their future in America together. The possibilities were endless with this woman’s body, and as Amina felt her husband's cum still dripping out of her, she just knew that they were going to be able to make the most out of it. 

Easy path to riches - Part 1

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Leila glanced around the cozy room she had rented. The warm colors of the decor were inviting. Her Airbnb host, a kind-looking middle-aged Sudanese man, handed her a cup of tea. He was tall, handsome, and unbelievably nice. The aroma wafted up, and she inhaled the fragrant scent. "Thank you," she said with a warm smile. She began to fumble through her purse for some cash.

"No tip required," he replied, his accent strong but his English clear. "Please enjoy your stay. Call the customer service line should you require any assistance and ask for Aziz." With a wide smile, he stepped out of the room, leaving her alone in the room before she could even chase after him to give a tip. She felt horrible, but she was also grateful at the same time. The people here were so nice. After going on a well-deserved vacation after breaking up with her ex, Mike, she felt like things were finally starting to get better for her. She could finally relax, and the fact that Sudan was such a beautiful place made her feel like she could finally be less on edge.

With a satisfied sigh, she examined the tea. It was a beautiful orange color, not like any she had seen before. Thinking it might be a local specialty, she took a cautious sip. The flavor was rich and tasted a lot like oolong tea. She felt comforted by the warmth spreading through her body.

She planned to relax some more, maybe even watch some local television to get a feel for the culture. Her money could go a long way around here, and she managed to save up a lot from her corporate receptionist job. “I can probably stay here for about a year if I wanted to,” she realized. “Maybe I will?” Suddenly, an unexpected sensation made her grip the tea cup tighter. She frowned when she felt an awkward twist in her tummy. It felt like a jolt, a strange kind of energy racing through her veins. Before she could comprehend what was happening, her body began to twitch uncontrollably.

The cup of tea slipped from her fingers, crashing onto the floor and splattering its contents. She tried to call out, to scream, but her voice wouldn't cooperate. Darkness clouded her vision, and she felt herself collapsing. The last thing she was aware of was the cold floor against her cheek and a distant sound of laughter.

The room blurred in and out, and when clarity returned, she wasn't in control. It felt like she was trapped in her own body, a mere spectator to her actions. She watched, horrified, as her body stood up, walked gracefully to the room's full-length mirror, and began to admire the reflection staring back. Her hands touched her face, fingers tracing the curves of her lips and cheeks. She felt a smile stretching across her face, but it wasn't her doing. The reflection in the mirror showed her eyes shining with mischief and delight. The room was quiet, save for the echoing laughter that had no business coming from her. “Amina?” A familiar voice asked from the doorway.

Leila’s heart bulged with relief. It was the Sudanese man who gave her the tea. But her heart dropped the moment she realized that he wasn’t calling her name. And when her body leapt up and got on her tippy toes to plant a kiss against the man, Leila realized that the man was somehow part of this. “It actually worked,” Leila’s mouth giggled before kissing him again. She could feel his hard cock pushing up against her. “We’re going to be able to get so much out of her.” Leila couldn’t believe what was happening. She tried to pull away from him, but the body thief had full control of her body as Aziz locked the door.

Using my roommate

Only moments ago, I was covered in sweat and burning with pain. Every joint screamed with suffering, and as I passed out, I thought I was going to die. I drank from a vial with purple liquid that my lab partner, Alex, had made for me. We were testing the boundaries of mind projection - with the help of certain herbs and drugs, the theory was that I could have an out of body experience. But when I woke up in a completely different yet familiar room, I realized that I was literally outside of my body.

All I had to do was look down at my naked body. After passing out in my old body, I found myself in the body of my roommate, Janice. I was stunned, especially when I found my moist fingers fondling her entrance. I curiously flicked her damp inner folds, and when I felt a jolt of pleasure shooting through me, I realized that this was going to be a lot of fun.

I began to fondle myself, savoring every wonderful spark of pleasure and desire that forced my toes to curl. I moaned gently and felt the waves overwhelming my possessed body. When my hand became rougher, I watched my breasts jiggle beautifully. Janice never showed off her body - she frequently wore baggy hoodies. She hated showing off her body. But now that I was her,  nothing was stopping me from exploring every inch of her.

There were those perky round breasts with the hard nipples, the folds of my entrance and the warm, smooth heat inside my slit - which felt like blissful velvet. I couldn't believe how good it felt to be a girl. And finally, there was the bit nub covered with lips that were so sensitive when I circled it. I stopped fingering myself when I realized just how much better her clit was. Every little movement made me moan in desperate pleasure.

My lust began to boil inside me and before long, I felt my body crawling with ecstasy. The pressure inside of me finally brought me over the edge, and the building climax hit me hard. I let out an uncontrolled scream and shivered in her bed. The area between my legs drenched the sheets while I writhed in beautiful agony. "Fuck, I can't believe how good her body feels."

While lying on the bed, catching my breath, I realized that the nearby door was open. Peering inside was Alex. "Is it actually you in her body?" He asked curiously while stepping into the room. Biting my lower lip, I sat up from the bed and wiped the glistening sweat from my forehead. I gave him a coy smile. "It's really you - how does it feel? Does it feel weird?"

"It feels better," I said while crossing my legs. I noticed his boner. "Did you want to try her out?" My smirk was probably all that he needed to see - his excitement grew as I slowly spread my legs and spread her outer folds, showing him the beautiful, shimmering pink flesh on the inside. It didn't take long before we lost ourselves beneath the sheets. His body was warm and her scent filled his sheets. While I was ravaging my friend, I completely lost track of time. Of course, the possession was only temporary. It would only last as long as my body remained drugged. Since constant drugs were dangerous, we both decided that possessing my attractive roommate would be a weekly thing. Janice would go on to wonder why she always felt so sore every weekend, and nobody would ever find out the truth behind their wonderful possession potion.

Trapped and changed into his slut

When I first tried out Chelsea's hot body, I wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. I was only expecting to be inside of her body for a few hours to let my best friend, Arnie, have sex with her. His dad had a prototype for a mind projection helmet that could send one's mind into any person's body. It worked with the assistance of computer software to help redirect minds through time and space, and when I tried it for the first time on my stepsister, I knew that Arnie's dad had something special. Every sensation felt real inside of Vanya's body.

After letting Arnie have sex with me in my stepsister's body, we ended up using the helmet to place me into the body of his actual crush. From playing with my moist honeypot to toying around with her boyfriend Jon, I didn't find any shortage of pleasure around me. Her friends weren't the best, but the ecstasy I felt whenever I played with my borrowed body made this all worth it.

But I didn't realize that being in her body for three days would have negative repercussions. With Chelsea trapped inside of me, I realized that there were changes to my intelligence. I was constantly playing with myself, and I found that my memory was becoming worse. Even now, as I scrolled through my laptop, I kept losing my train of thought.

It was the weirdest feeling. Ever since I had sex with Jon, I started thinking about his cock constantly. I was craving it. I hadn’t even brought Chelsea’s body over to Arnie’s place since I possessed her, and the fact that he hadn’t forced me back into my body was making me feel a little worried that he was caught. Rubbing the side of my head, I looked at the laptop’s screen and retyped the browser link Arnie had originally used, and when I saw the familiar photos and login information, I felt my mind starting to wander again.

In that moment, I was on the couch with Chelsea’s boyfriend only a few rooms away. A rush of heat forced my hips to gyrate against the fabric while I fantasized about all the things I'd be doing with Jon later that night. I felt so moist while my clit begged for some stimulation. But before I could bring it over to its peak, a single notification popped up on my screen. I returned to the present again. "Focus!"

That wasn't easy to do. My legs were begging to be squeezed and stretched. There was that constant feeling between my legs that never went away, and I found myself wanting to touch myself. It was like my cunt was always there, in the back of my mind, begging to be teased and pleasured. But even so, I tried to remain focused on my work. I needed to enter my password to properly disconnect my mind. I couldn't afford to lose myself again, to go down the rabbit hole of lust. I kept trying to figure out why I was losing my mind, and it wouldn't be long before I reached the point of no return. I'd grow too stupid to try pulling my mind out of my new body, and eventually, I would remain in Chelsea's body forever.

The truth was that Arnie had no intentions of letting me return to my body. He was slowly changing me for his own personal desires. It turned out that he knew more about the software than I realized. He knew exactly how to reconfigure a projected person's mind, and after a few alterations and forcing me to break up with Jon, I'd eventually become his little bimbo slut forever. The worst thing about it was that he’d go on to rub it in my face whenever we were together, and I’d have no chance to break free. 

Body swapping and shrinking my crush

Matt smirked as he ran his hands along his new, soft legs. After watching his neighbor flaunt her young body, he decided that it was time to make a change after she rejected him. He would have accepted a “no” if she hadn’t made such a big scene. The entire apartment building labeled Matt as a freak after Ashley spread a bunch of lies about him.

Today, her body was adorned in a grey skirt and low cut white sweater. She had been going towards a job interview when Matt stopped her in the park. After chanting an incantation he had written down from his spell book, the two immediately swapped bodies. And now that he had her attractive, sexy body, the sensation of silky brown hair beneath his fingers was both novel and thrilling. His laughter rang out, high and feminine, when he snapped his fingers and chanted a curse he knew all too well.

Ashley was trapped in his male body, but that wasn’t the only punishment he was going to give to her. Matt's wicked spell had swapped their bodies, but with a snap of his fingers, something else began to happen. Ashley let out a horrified, deep shriek that became quieter and quieter as her body began to shrink. Her clothes shrank too, and soon enough, Matt was looking down at her with his tongue sticking out. He had also shrunk Ashley to the size of a mouse. Looking down, Matt's eyes sparkled with mischief as he saw the tiny, frantic figure of Ashley looking up at him, panic in her eyes. “What the fuck did you do to me?” Ashley squeaked. “You fucking loser! Fucking weirdo!”

“Calm down, little man.”

While Ashley was extremely small, Matt could see her face going red. “You did this because I turned you down, huh? Some man you are. No wonder you’re single. No wonder you’re pathetic!”

“Oh, I’m pathetic? You’re the tiny little man, MATT.”

“Don’t fucking call me that. Why did you even shrink me? Couldn’t you have left me at a normal size?

“Well, I can’t have you finding a way to switch us back,” Matt said while shaking his head. “Keeping you small gives me way more control. Sure, I have your sexy body now, but you were still in a much taller, bigger body. I didn’t want you overpowering dainty little me. Besides, I don’t really want to stick around in that pathetic body. Always being rejected and being made fun of, especially by girls like you. How does it feel down there, MATT?” He tilted his head and ran a finger through his brown hair. “Here, I’ll give you a head start. Start running – I’ll come after you. If I don’t manage to stomp you, I think I might feed you to my pet snake. He loves a good challenge.”

The thrill of power surged through Matt, his smile widening when Ashley began to sprint. She looked so sluggish in his miniature male body. The spell had worked perfectly, and the sight of Ashley's miniature form filled him with a perverse sense of satisfaction. His new high heels gleamed ominously as he raised them, relishing the fear in Ashley's eyes, preparing to bring them down and enjoying the game he had initiated.

Of course, while he did like seeing her suffer, he wasn’t about to get his shoes wet with her blood. Ashley would inevitably run out of breath, and Matt would give her some mercy. He’d pick her up effortlessly and take her home, only to drop her in his hungry snake’s tank while he explored his stolen flesh. Ashley was never going to get her body back.

Merging with our crushes - Part 5

 

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Weeks had passed since Daniel’s life changed forever. He remembered how he saw the sparkle of Ronaldo's once vibrant eyes fade into something distant and cold upon transforming into the new woman he had become. His eyes were green, his body was taller, and his thighs were thicker with Madison’s muscular physique. At first, Daniel was ecstatic – Ronaldo had all the good parts that Madison had to offer. But it didn’t take long before he realized that the spell had taken a completely different turn.

His best friend, entangled with the minds of Rachel and Madison, had become a complete stranger. It was like the combination of different minds had altered his friend’s way of thinking. Wearing the face of people who he once knew, developed tastes, preferences, and affections became entirely alien to the Ronaldo he'd grown up with.

Things didn’t turn out the way Daniel had wanted. He expected something similar to when Ronaldo merged with Rachel. He expected to have the wildest sex of his life. But he didn’t get any of that. Ronaldo never let Daniel have sex with his crush. Combining with Madison only revealed a secret that she hadn’t shared before. Madison was gay, and now that she was part of Ronaldo, her sexual desires never included Daniel. 

Daniel's once clear and logical mind was now a maze of chaotic desperation as he searched for a magical solution. The need to find a way to split Ronaldo, Rachel, and Madison consumed him, eating away at his soul like a relentless disease. The more he saw Ronaldo showing off his body on social media, the crazier Daniel became.

But every path led to a dead end, every spell crumbled under the weight of reality, and every incantation was nothing more than hollow words. Ronaldo, in the meantime, had moved on, enjoying the life that womanhood had to offer. He didn’t waste any time in exploring every thinkable pleasure. He loved showing off his soft skin at the gym, and he constantly flirted with cute girls at the park. Convincing people to do things for him was unbelievably easy, and with his new body, he was definitely maximizing every opportunity to get a little fun out of every thirsty woman he ran into.

Occasionally, Daniel would catch a glimpse of him in the town, laughing with new friends or holding hands with a woman who looked at him with love in her eyes. Over social media, he’d see Ronaldo kissing some new woman. And each time, Daniel's heart throbbed, a sharp reminder of his mistake costing the lives of two women. Ronaldo knew that Daniel was the reason he had the body he had now, yet their friendship continued to drift apart. 

The best part about it all for Ronaldo was that he had the upper hand. All he had to do was report Daniel’s misuse of magic to the right authorities. Even if he managed to find the right spell to split them up, magic was taboo, and using it was a punishable offense. So, the feminized man used it as leverage to keep Daniel out of his business as he made an OnlyFans business out of his new body.

In the end, the magic that had once promised adventure and excitement had become a cruel teacher. However, it was most cruel to Rachel and Madison. While Ronaldo and Daniel both believed that their souls had been absorbed, things couldn’t have been further from the truth. They were trapped as passengers in their shared body, unable to communicate with the world around them, and unable to enjoy life to the fullest like Ronaldo did as he made every decision for them.

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When Daniel received a text message the next morning saying that he had been invited by his college friends over for a party, he realized that it was the perfect opportunity to try merging with his own crush. Ronaldo merged with his, so it seemed only fair for Daniel. 

Among those attending included the host, Madison – the girl who Ronaldo knew had taken Daniel’s heart from the moment they met. He was excited to help his friend get a taste of the girl he liked so much, and he was even more excited when he convinced Daniel not to merge with her. “Don’t you think it would be a lot more fun if I had control? I could have all the bits you like.” 

Ronaldo, intoxicated by the magic and the allure of further transformation, was on board with improving his appearance. Madison had an adorable face and a toned tummy – she had attributes that he craved. He was a little worried that Daniel would turn him down, but when he agreed to let Ronaldo merge with Madison, he was elated.

It was the weirdest feeling, but he didn’t tell Daniel how he felt deep down. He was afraid that it might make him hesitant in trying out a third person in the body combination spell. Deep down, Ronaldo loved the way he looked, and he loved sharing himself with Daniel. 

He couldn’t explain it, but his closeness to him and the merging of Rachel’s body was doing funny things to his head. He loved having all the best parts about Rachel, and he was excited to have more attributes that Daniel was going to love. Soon, he would have all the best parts that Madison had.

When evening came, the group gathered in the dimly lit basement. Candles flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The spell book was open once again, its cryptic symbols promising another night of wonder while Daniel briefly hid in the bathroom. He had to sneak Ronaldo into the party, but as the night steadily came to a close, he knew it was going to be time to act. “It’s just her and Max,” Daniel told him. “Once he’s gone, I need you to stand right beside her, okay?”

Ronaldo, still bearing Rachel's features, took a seat next to Madison when Max finally left. She looked at him, her emerald eyes curious. “Rachel, when did you get here? I don’t remember inviting you.” He abruptly took her wrist, and she immediately frowned when she looked at a set of unfamiliar eyes. “What the fuck did you do to your eyes?”

Without saying another word, Daniel began chanting the spell. The room grew colder. Madison tried to break free, their fingers intertwining as they prepared for the unknown. A glow enveloped them, their bodies shimmering and beginning to merge. The sensation was overwhelming, like a tidal wave of emotions and sensations crashing over Ronaldo.

In a matter of moments, the glow subsided. Before the group stood a new being – a harmonious blend of Ronaldo, Rachel, and Madison. A vision of beauty with Madison's toned body and cute face, Rachel's slender figure, and with Ronaldo at the helm. But the longer Daniel stared, the more he realized that something seemed off about his sexy accomplice…

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They eventually made their way to Daniel’s bedroom. Ronaldo’s legs wrapping around him while he plunged his cock into his new inner folds. The wetness and pleasure overwhelming Ronaldo’s transformed body made him scream so loudly that Daniel was afraid the neighbors would hear. Yet the more they kissed, the less he cared what others thought. The only thing on Daniel’s mind was getting laid, and the possibility of Ronaldo doing this with another girl he had in mind. "You're so much smaller now," Daniel teased when they went to his bedroom.

That much was true. Compared to Daniel, Ronaldo constantly worked out, so he was the fittest out of the three. After combining with Rachel, all his gains were gone, yet his confidence hadn't vanished. His mind was still swirling, yet his body still craved for more. Their bodies had been completely naked for what felt like hours - with the house to themselves, the only thing they cared about was each other in that moment. "I'm so fucking wet," Ronaldo whimpered.

"How do you feel in there, though? Is your head still spinning?"

Ronaldo nodded. "But in a good way. I think I'm just really turned on." In reality, his mind was spinning because of Rachel trying to retake control. Because the spell had placed him as the dominant mind, Rachel was constantly trying to repossess herself. Thankfully, he couldn't hear her at all, so he assumed that it was just her subconscious trying to control him. Still, he decided to lie. "Don't worry, I don't think she's trying to fight my head. I'm just out of my comfort zone right now."

As Daniel carried Ronaldo in his smaller, slender body, the transformed man couldn't believe how good he felt. He looked exactly like Rachel, except he was the one in control. Just feeling his best friend swinging into him should have turned him off. Ronaldo wasn't into men, but being inside of Rachel made it easy to see his best friend in a different light. Daniel kissed the sides of his neck while his breasts bounced with every thrust.

Ronaldo's face was flushed and the look on his face was that of pure bliss. He was amazed at how wet he was, and the longer they made love, the hornier he became. The two collapsed on the nearby bed, and with Ronaldo on his hands and knees, he looked over his shoulder and waited for Daniel to mount him.

Daniel slid himself back into Ronaldo's cunt, and Rachel's moans were forced out of him almost immediately. To Daniel, it felt tighter than earlier, and Ronaldo's fingers dug into the sheets while he raised his butt. He reached down to rub his clit as he was taken from behind. The sensations were unlike anything he'd ever experienced as Daniel stuffed Ronaldo's pussy. His ass cheeks jiggled with every thrust, and when Daniel slapped his best friend's firm ass, Ronaldo abruptly felt a shot of ecstasy flowing through him.

In that moment, he thought he could hear Rachel's voice. “What’s going on with me” was the only sentence he could hear before pure silence engulfed his mind. Ronaldo felt a sense of guilt when he realized that she still might know what was happening. Biting his lower lip, he shook his head, and a smile immediately spread across his face. The only thing he cared about was feeling a man inside of him.

He was so lost in the moment that he didn't realize that Daniel had finally erupted inside of him. He groaned and fell forward, forcing Ronaldo down into the bed while he emptied himself inside. Daniel's cum spilled out and trickled down the inner side of his thighs while their breathing filled the room. The pair were both panting. Sweat glistened across their chests, and as Daniel pulled away, Ronaldo immediately turned over and watched his ravaged inner folds drip with his best friend's cum. He felt Daniel's lips against his cheek while the two cuddled. The longer he stayed in his new body, the more excited Ronaldo felt at the thought of trying this spell out on their next victim. He just hoped Daniel would feel the same way…

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Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, casting a soft glow on the new being that was once Ronaldo and Rachel. A cloud of steam moved across the room, and the heat that engulfed the new body forced sweat down Daniel’s forehead. Ronaldo, having maintained control of the merged form. A delicate hand reached up to touch a face that was familiar yet foreign. Rachel's features, with Ronaldo's distinctive eyes, looked back from the small mirror by a bed. “Jesus…”

Ronaldo moved through the room and felt light and free. The reflection winked back at him with the weight of Rachel's long hair, the curve of her waist, the lightness in her step. There was a sense of excitement that made him want to explore the rest of his body. He always liked Rachel, and the fact that he looked like her now made this even better. But he couldn’t see enough with the tiny mirror by his friend’s bed – he needed something better. Daniel stared in disbelief before taking a big gulp. “Ronaldo?”

“It actually worked,” Ronaldo said with glee. “Come on, follow me. I need a bigger mirror.” He moved through Daniel's home until he reached the bathroom. A full-length mirror revealed the profound transformation. With Rachel's silhouette, Ronaldo marveled at the striking brunette locks cascading over slim shoulders and the hint of freckles that adorned a now-narrower nose. The eyes, however, remained unchanged – those were unmistakably Ronaldo’s, deep and reflective, now framed by Rachel's thick lashes.

After a few moments of stunned silence, he finally mustered the courage to start to undress, revealing the curves of his feminized body while he playfully swayed his hips from side to side. He knew that Daniel was staring, especially when he gave him a shocked look. But he didn’t tell him to stop. Smiling, Ronaldo savored the tactile sensation of his slender fingers against his new skin. “Like what you see?” Ronaldo teased. 

“I still can’t believe how real you look. Is it really just you in there now? Or do you hear her?”

Ronaldo shook his head. “No, it’s just us.” Sparks of heat and desire fluttered through him, and he inevitably began to approach his best friend with a naughty smile over his lips. He gave Daniel a light shove and forced him onto the bathroom counter “I’ve got to reward you for this.”

Daniel looked up, momentarily lost for words as Ronaldo straddled him. They were both on the bathroom counter now, and when Ronaldo began to grind against his friend’s boner, he rested his forehead against his own. “I’ve got to admit, I’m a little jealous,” Ronaldo laughed. “She likes you a lot.”

“Rachel?”

He nodded and gave him a wink. “You can call me that for now, if you’d like. But I’d really like it if you could help me with a little something.” Before Daniel could ask, Ronaldo reached down and grabbed both his hands. He guided them up to Rachel’s firm breasts while he rocked against his lap. It didn’t take long before their lips were locked together.

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Daniel, Ronaldo, and Rachel, gathered around an ancient wooden table in the dimly lit basement of Daniel's home. A dusty old spell book lay open, its aged pages brimming with cryptic symbols and forgotten wisdom while Daniel threw Ronaldo a quick glance. Rachel had no idea what they were going to do, and the guilt Daniel felt made him wonder what his best friend was thinking about all of this.

He had discovered the spell book just days before, tucked away in an obscure corner of his dead grandmother’s personal library. His eyes had sparkled with mischief as he read the words of the magical ritual that now lay before them—a spell to merge two beings into one. Of course, the spell was written in Latin, and Ronaldo was the only person in on Daniel’s little scheme. The idea had captured their imaginations, and they had soon found themselves on a path they couldn't turn away from. Ronaldo liked Rachel, and being her was the next best thing to him.

Ronaldo and Rachel sat across from each other, excitement and trepidation in their eyes. Their hands were joined, their fingers intertwined, their breaths coming in quick, synchronized gasps. Rachel joined in too out of sheer curiosity. All she knew was that they were going to try speaking to the dead, though that was just a ploy to get her to stay in the same building with them long enough. 

Daniel's voice was strong and steady as he began to chant the Latin words of the spell. The room seemed to respond, the walls closing in, the air thickening, the shadows deepening. Ronaldo and Rachel's bodies began to glow, a soft, ethereal luminescence that pulsed in time with Daniel's words. The two friends could feel a strange sensation, as if their very essence was being pulled, stretched, combined.

Their eyes met, and they saw in each other's gaze a reflection of their own wonder and fear. The glow around them intensified, and they felt themselves drawn together, their bodies intertwining, twisting, merging into a dance of flesh and soul. The room seemed to tremble, the very fabric of reality quaking under the pressure of the magic being unleashed. Daniel's voice rose while the words of the spell poured from him. Rachel’s eyes wide with exhilaration and awe before she let out a surprised scream. “What’s going on?”

Time seemed to stand still, the world holding its breath as Ronaldo and Rachel's bodies fused into one. The glow around them became blinding, a white-hot fire that consumed everything, and then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over. The room was plunged into darkness, the spell complete, the magic spent. Daniel's heart was pounding, his breath ragged, the echoes of the chant still ringing in his ears.

He reached for a candle, his hands trembling, and lit it, the flame flickering uncertainly as he held it aloft. The sight that met his eyes took his breath away. Sitting across from him, where once there had been two, was now one—a mixture of Ronaldo and Rachel, an entirely new being, their features blended in perfect harmony. Ronaldo's eyes were there, but everything else about the new form looked like Rachel. The glow had subsided, leaving behind a silence that was profound and unsettling. Daniel's mind reeled as he tried to comprehend what they had done, the enormity of the magic they had unleashed. Ronaldo, now in control of the new form, looked down at himself, his eyes wide with disbelief. He reached out, touching his face, his body, and his crotch as the reality of what he had become began to settle in.

Bullying two bullies

Matt (left) and Ali (right) had always been the subject of ridicule amongst their friends. The night before, they finally reached their boiling point. They tried to socialize at a party the night before, but Megan and Kate were popular girls who just loved to bully people. The two women found endless amusement in belittling the men for their appearance, often calling them "scrawny" and "tiny." They were geeks, after all, and they stuttered constantly. While Matt and Ali typically brushed off the jabs with good humor, they couldn't deny that the relentless teasing had begun to wear thin. Unbeknownst to Megan and Kate, Matt had a hidden talent for potion brewing, one he'd cultivated since childhood. With the torment escalating, Matt decided it was time to teach Megan and Kate a lesson they wouldn't soon forget.

The opportunity presented itself the next night when they followed Megan and Kate to a bar downtown. Everything seemed normal, but Matt and Ali exchanged knowing glances as Megan and Kate took sips from their glasses that they spiked without them knowing. The potion Matt had slipped into the women's wine was a complex one, designed to exchange the souls of the drinkers with those who had already consumed the potion. It was a fitting revenge, Matt thought, for them to experience life from his and Ali's perspectives.

As Megan and Kate sipped the wine, they felt a bubbling sensation in their tummies. They looked at each other in confusion before their lips opened up, and they coughed, throwing up a faint white gas. The gas swirled around them before enveloping their entire bodies. Panic set in as they felt themselves flying through the air and into the bodies of the men they had made fun of the night before. Their vision blurred, the world spun, and then everything went black.

When they opened their eyes, they realized they were boys now. Looking across the room, they saw Matt and Ali, but they were in their bodies, giggling on the couch, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "It's not very nice being scrawny and tiny, huh?" Matt laughed, crossing his legs and relishing his newfound femininity. He ran a finger along the curves of his breasts. "This is going to be a wonderful lesson for you. It’s not going to be fun being made fun of by somebody as sexy as me."

Megan and Kate were dumbfounded, their minds struggling to comprehend what was happening. They looked at each other, their faces etched with disbelief and horror. Ali shushed them before they could scream, his voice now soft and teasing. "Come, sit across from us," he said. “But don't make a ruckus, or we might not switch back." He gave his thigh a playful slap and rested his head against Matt’s shoulder. “God, you both look so pathetic. I can see how hard you GUYS are.”

Defeated and utterly bewildered, Megan and Kate sat down across from the men they had bullied so relentlessly the night before. They shifted uncomfortably in their seats while their male hormones further embarrassed them. It didn’t help that Ali and Matt were giving them sultry looks and unwarranted moans. They were clearly having more fun than they were, and their male bodies were embarrassingly having a difficult time hiding their arousal.

It shouldn’t have been a surprise for both women when Matt and Ali decided to keep their bodies for good. From the pleasure and excitement they felt with all the attention they were getting, life was just better when you were a popular and pretty girl. Men constantly did favors for them, and when they discovered that Megan and Kate were trust fund babies with unbelievably horny bodies that craved male worship, abandoning their geeky bodies wasn’t that difficult to do.

Megan and Kate were forced to confront the reality of their unkind words and actions. They stumbled through the days that followed, awkward and uncomfortable in their new bodies, every glance in the mirror a stark reminder of their cruelty while Matt and Ali chased pleasures with their newfound bodies and wealth. The two girls realized that their taunts and jibes had been shallow and unwarranted, but they realized this far too late.

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Cassandra's fingers dug into the sand beneath her as she remained on her hands and knees. With her left hand, she circled her throbbing clit, and the wetness she felt was unbelievable. Waves of ecstasy fluttered through her while she felt Henry's cock tunneling through her ass. She moaned as the ocean waves crashed behind them. There were still people out and about, but neither of them cared. As she felt his kisses moving up her back, his powerful hands squeezed her waist. And by the time his lips began exploring the side of her neck, he began to fuck her harder.

"Oh, Henry," she purred with Abby's innocent voice. "You feel so fucking big in my ass."

"It's been years since I've been able to do anal with anyone," he whispered into her ear.

"If you don't tell anybody about what happened, you can do anything you want to my body. Anything Abby wouldn't try."

That made him even harder. As his thrusts became stronger, Cassandra moaned and thrust back against him. She began to fuck him with her hips and had no idea how close to orgasm she was. In her old bodies, she never had this much fun with her ass. This was the first body she could get that was actually built for anal. She loved everything about the new version of Abby. Her firm, bouncing breasts, her perfect ass, and her soft skin made her excited for the other types of men she’d be able to get.

"Oh my fucking god," she cried out in ecstasy. "I want every inch, Henry. Harder - faster!" She closed her eyes and felt the heat rushing through her. "She never let you do this to her. She never let you dominate her. But I'm a much better version of her, wouldn't you agree?"

"Better in every way," he whispered. His voice sent shivers through her body, and a strange excitement shot through her as their bodies glistened. Cassandra felt something familiar swelling within her body once her fingers circled her clit faster. She was amazed that she was this close to cumming already while she bounced against his cock. The walls of her ass began to squeeze Henry's cock. She could feel him getting close too. When he took a handful of her hair into his fist to tug her hard, she let out a long scream. It started as a subtle rumbling in her toned tummy, but once he gave her a playful slap with his other hand, she felt her entire body coming to life.

"Oh yes! Fuck!" she cried. Cassandra felt Henry's cum rushing through his cock, filling her tight little asshole while he leaned forward. He collapsed on top of her while her breasts brushed against the sand beneath them. He trapped her with his weight while she trembled. She didn't know how he was still filling her up, but she remembered seeing a memory of their sexless vacation together at the beach house and resort. He was filled to the brim, and Abby was constantly blue balling him. "She never deserved you, Henry. She never deserved a perfect man like you."

Henry slowly pulled out of her and brushed the tip of his moist cock around the entrance to her inner lips. She playfully bounced back at it, never letting it slip inside as she looked over her shoulder. She could tell that he wanted more. She decided to sticking around before moving on from him was the least she could do to help him keep her secret. Now that she had this perfect body, she fully planned on exploring every potential aspect of being a fit slut. And when she saw the horny look in his eyes as his cum dripped from her ravaged hole down to her honeypot, she just knew that her stolen body was going to bring her loads of fun with her brand-new boyfriend.

Cassandra the Skinsuit - Part 4

 

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Henry watched Cassandra with a slightly worried look, his gaze fixed on the woman who was not the woman he knew. He had stepped out of the beach house to look for his girlfriend to finally set things straight. They were at the end of their relationship at this point. He wanted things that she wouldn’t give him, and none of his friends liked her. They were only together because they were the only African Americans in their hometown. It didn’t make sense to stay together since their ideals were so different, so telling her that they were breaking up was all that hung on his mind.

But when he heard a distant scream, his overprotectiveness kicked in. Despite the sun beginning to set, he could see his girlfriend being covered by something. His Abby had been taken over by this new entity, and his heart ached with a sense of loss. He would have been calling the police by now if he hadn’t been so entranced by the person that Abby had become. He didn’t understand things fully, but as Abby’s transformed body approached him, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her. 

“Who the hell are you?” He asked. There was an unsettling smile on the woman’s face. She had everything that Abby had – perfectly toned abs, muscular legs, and an unbelievably beautiful set of tits. The difference was that she was Caucasian. “What the hell are you?”

There was a knowing look in the stranger’s eyes. She twirled around, shaking her firm ass before giving him a wink when she spotted his cock getting hard. “Let’s just say I know exactly why you and her fought,” she told him. “It’s not like anybody’s going to believe you when I tell you this, but basically … I’ve replaced Abby. I’m just a better version of Abby. She’s still inside of me, by the way. She’s not screaming or yelling, but I can see her memories now that my body’s fused with her own.” She stepped forward, and he could feel the heat of her breasts pushing up against his muscular arms. Her voice became a low, sultry whisper when she began to grind her crotch against his thickness poking through his shorts. “I know she’s never sucked you off. I know she’s never let you fuck her hard. I know she’s never taken every inch of you. She’s always been blue balling you. But I can help you with all of this.”

"Abby," he began, his voice laden with sadness.

However, Cassandra cut him off, a flirtatious smile playing on her lips upon planting a kiss against his own. "Henry, you can just call me Cassandra," she purred, running a muscular hand through her hair. "I must say, you're far more handsome up close. I know why she liked you, but she never deserved somebody like you.” Her eyes glanced down at his rod’s outline. “Such a big man – it’s a shame she never knew what you wanted. But since I have you here right now, I figured I’d try out my new body. I can see that she’s never tried anal – wanna be adventurous?”

With that, she closed the gap, her lips crashing against his in another kiss that was as fiery as it was unexpected. His resistance crumbled under the onslaught of her passion, and he found himself responding, his arms encircling her muscular frame, pulling her closer as a dim darkness began to engulf the beach. There was still plenty of light to see their bodies in action. Smiling and undressing, Cassandra led him to a secluded part of the beach where she hid her purse, and once she felt his hard cock pressing up against her ass, she just knew that she was going to have a splendid time.