My tenant's sexy body

Stripping down to nothing, Tabitha had never felt so excited when she picked up her future body. Arianna had deflated to a flat piece of rubber, and when she stared into the empty eyeholes, Tabitha's heart began to race. The deflation process only took a few seconds, but she remembered the way Arianna had called out to Tabitha for help with something. The young woman had started to shrink, and she wasn’t sure why.

By the time Tabitha reached her, she’d already become a pile of rubbery skin. Just before the eyeholes vanished, Tabitha had smiled at her. "This is actually going to happen," she whispered to her. “I’m about to become you. You’re about to be replaced.” She stroked her hair while the eye holes became dark and empty. “This perfect body…” The transgender woman had placed a skinsuit transformation pill inside of her tenant's protein shake when she wasn't looking. Tabitha had been Arianna's landlord for nearly five years, and for every painful day, she watched as the young woman wasted her youth and beauty on drugs and men. Sure, she worked out to stay in shape, but she never did anything with her blessed life.

In contrast, Tabitha slaved away for years at her research and development company. She was underpaid and made fun of at work. As a transgender woman, discrimination and hate were all over the place, and HR never protected her. But, when she noticed a prototype medication that could transform criminals into skinsuits, she realized that there were endless possibilities for starting over.

She could become anyone. The pills were originally used on the worst of criminals who had life sentences of more than a few lifetimes. Their skinsuits could be used on people with mobility issues. The beauty of the skinsuit revolution was that previously useless bodies could be used for people who needed them.

So, when Tabitha snuck a pill out of work, she immediately chose Arianna to transform into a skinsuit. She slipped her feet through the hole in the back of Arianna's flattened body and began to pull the skinsuit on.

The rubber was cold and lifeless, but Tabitha knew that once she fully wore the flattened Arianna, the transformation would begin. She pushed Arianna's face over hers and slipped her arms into the sleeves. Her nipples brushed against the cold rubber, and she felt a chill down her spine. Her cock was at its hardest, and when she looked down, she could see that it was barely poking through her toned flesh. Tabitha pulled the zipper up to her neck and smoothed out the wrinkles that she could see.

As Tabitha stared into the mirror, she saw the transformation begin. A wave of heat washed over her, and she let out a moan that sounded like her and Arianna at the same time. "Oh, yes," Tabitha moaned. "It's actually working!" The skinsuit's toes fused with her own, and every part of her felt like it was on fire. Pleasure and excitement rushed through her when the entire skinsuit began to glow.

Her eyes became Arianna's, and her lips curved into Arianna's smile. Tabitha's voice had changed to Arianna's sultry tone, and she felt a warmth in her chest that made her heart beat faster. Her breasts were naturally firm, and the throbbing desire between her cockless legs was making her nipples harden.

"It fucking worked," she whispered when she brought a hand over her damp crotch. The warm sensations were completely foreign to her - she wasn't expecting things to feel so different with her tenant's body. "I'm actually Arianna now. God, no wonder she was constantly sleeping around. This body's on fire. I can't stop thinking about all the guys she's been with!" Tabitha smiled at herself in the mirror and felt a sense of calm wash over her. She had finally found a way to be beautiful, and she couldn't wait to start her new life. "But can Arianna still hear me?" she wondered.

She didn't hear an answer. The real Arianna's mind had either been sealed away or flattened out of existence after the pill transformed her body. With nobody to stop her, Tabitha quickly gathered her things and left her house to make some asset arrangements. Since she was no longer Tabitha, she was going to need to make sure most of her money was accessible. After all, Arianna was broke, but with Tabitha's wealth and control, she knew that she was going to do a much better job at being a responsible young woman. With Arianna's body, she knew that she was unstoppable.

Finally quitting

 

Jennifer smiled as she stood over Rachael. After using dark magic to astrally project herself inside of her young coworker's body, the 59-year-old woman was able to force Rachael's soul out of her. Without a body to go to, Rachael's soul was forced to slip into the closest empty body. "God, this is just great," Jennifer laughed. "I haven't felt this in shape in years. How's my OLD body, Rachael?"

Rachael watched from the corner of the room as her body was being controlled by Jennifer, her manager. The older woman had grown bitter with her job in the service industry, and she was looking for a change. She couldn't believe that the older woman had been able to use dark magic to take over her body. "This can't be happening," Rachael whispered. "How the fuck did this happen?" Rachael winced when she got up from the ground. Every bone in her body ached. She felt heavy, and her breathing became erratic.

Jennifer laughed. "Thanks for agreeing to stay after hours. This wouldn't have worked if you didn't agree to stick around with me. While you cleaned up the shoes, I spent nearly half an hour on my break preparing the spell. I'm glad you didn't accidentally go into the break room while I did the spell - you could have ruined everything. But now?" Jennifer caressed the side of her slender neck. "Now, I'm fucking gorgeous."

"Give me back my body," Rachael demanded. "You can't just take someone's body like this. What did I even do to you?"

Jennifer smiled. "Oh, honey. I don't think you understand. Maybe after living in my OLD body for another few weeks will open your eyes. My life sucked. Men wouldn't sleep with me. Nobody wanted to even touch me. But with a body like this, I can finally take a second chance at life. And it’s all thanks to that Native American ritual that I found online. It’s amazing what a dead person’s ashes and a few herbs can do. Now, I'm going to keep this body, and you're going to stay here. Like this. Forever."

Rachael trembled. "No, you can't do that. You can't just keep me here forever." She started to cry. "I'm sorry you feel like that, but you can't just take over my body. You can't do this. It's wrong."

She felt the power of Rachael's body pulsing through her veins and bit her lower lip when she realized that she was getting horny. "Wow … I haven't been this turned on in ages. You have a boyfriend, right?” Rachael nodded with a sad look. Jennifer laughed as she pulled out the young woman's cell phone. Her eyes lit up after her fingerprint unlocked the phone. What she found made her even wetter. "Well, that's just too perfect. He's a good looking guy too! Gosh, he works out too. I can't wait to give him a try." Jennifer gave the trapped body swap victim a wink. "Better not be too loud about this, by the way. Nobody would believe you, but you also have a few more decades left in my old body. Don't let yourself look like a crazy girl. Your pension isn’t going to be enough to support you, so you’re going to have to find a way to keep working for the rest of your life."

Rachael began to cry. "Please…"

Jennifer smirked and walked away. "By the way, you're not done working. You have another thirty minutes. I'm leaving this place … forever. Be sure to do a good job, JENNIFER!" The older woman slammed the door behind her as she left the bowling alley. Rachael's heart sank as she realized that she was going to be stuck in her old body for the rest of her life. 

Punishing my nightmare student

Cecilia ran her hands through her soft, red hair and looked down at her pink slippers. She felt so light and free after forcing her mind into her student's body. Before Stephanie gave her attitude, the older woman had warned her never to speak up in her class again. She was trying to enjoy her final year of teaching philosophy at the university, but the young woman had been a thorn in her side. She constantly spoke up in class, and she had a wealthy father who consistently complained to the dean about Cecilia's teaching style.

While the 65-year-old woman wouldn't have cared under most circumstances, she felt especially hurt when Stephanie decided to use deepfake technology to make Cecilia do embarrassing things. It was obvious that the videos were fake, but the fact that a 19-year-old student was willing to drag her flawless reputation through the mud made the teacher want to teach the girl a lesson. She posted random videos everywhere, and while nobody knew who the original poster was, Cecilia could tell that it was her when she saw very familiar insults.

Stephanie loved to call Cecilia a waddling cow, or a cross-eyed granny. Every one of those comments in the description of provocative videos hurt, so the philosophy professor searched for ways to get back at the young woman. The school's faculty weren't helping her, and Cecilia felt like her mental health was suffering until she found the address to a local witch offering her services.

What Cecilia wasn't expecting was the witch's suggestion. Kyra was an 80-year-old witch with a small shop full of odd trinkets. She pretended that her magic shop was a souvenir store, but that was just to keep her magical secrets hidden away. With Cecilia wanting a chance to get revenge on Stephanie, the old witch suggested using an astral projection necklace to launch her mind into her intended target. Cecilia sat across from the old witch, and upon wearing the necklace, she visualized Stephanie and activated the necklace's dark magic.

Suddenly, she found herself flying through the air, eventually slipping into a massive mansion and falling into Stephanie while she sat in her living room. Cecilia was panting, her new fingers digging deeply into the girl's sheets while she stared up at the ceiling. That was when she began to run her hands through the girl's red hair. She walked around and felt the air rushing up against her soft face. Cecilia had been a heavy smoker in her old body, and having Stephanie's smooth voice and breathing felt so wonderful. “Her breasts are so big...”

While the professor would've preferred to do more to embarrass Stephanie's personality, she felt like exploring her new, sexy frame. The older woman could do anything she wanted. She could have sent embarrassing photos and text messages to the girl's friends, or she could have even ruined the girl's academic reputation by purposely plagiarizing her upcoming paper. But the more Cecilia explored the rich girl's life, the more she wanted to stay this way. She didn't want to go back to her old body - she wanted to replace Stephanie forever.

And thankfully, the old witch was more than willing to let that happen. Cecilia would go on permanently possessing Stephanie's young body, replacing her with a significantly better personality. However, there was much more to the possession that Cecilia would never know. The necklace wasn't an astral projection necklace that let people possess their intended targets. When Cecilia slipped into Stephanie's body, Stephanie found herself trapped in the older teacher's body. But Kyra wasn't going to let her live on as the older woman. Instead, the witch absorbed Stephanie's soul and new body, permanently absorbing her essence in order to rejuvenate her wrinkled skin. Magic always had a price, and Kyra had been wanting a soul to devour for quite some time.

Skinsuit resort - Part 4

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Fred was on all fours on Charles' bed. He moaned in Chloe's voice the moment he felt the stranger's cock stretching his insides. He felt the cock sliding into his tight ass with his powerful hands holding onto his slender waist. Eventually, his fingers dug into his wide hips when his cock abruptly slipped out, only for it to slide into his wet, ravaged cunt. He was using both holes, and Fred was loving every bit of it.

He was amazed at how wonderful it felt to be fucked as a woman. His abs looked amazing after being maneuvered so much, and the damp linings of his muscular physique made him feel so strong. He used to feel so pathetic with his old body, and now he was the perfect athlete. The awesome thing about his sexy body was that he had multiple holes to work with, and the excitement of being submissive made him shred the last of his masculinity. His lips quivered and gasped while his tits jiggled beneath him. Eventually, Charles reached out and wrapped his fingers around Fred's neck while he bucked his hips and grunted.

"Say it," Fred moaned. "Oh fuck, yes, say it."

"You're better than my wife," Charles grunted.

"God, yes," the feminized man cried. "Fuck me in both holes. USE ME! I'm yours, baby. I belong to you." It was an experience beyond anything he could ever imagine. Being used in his stepdaughter's skin felt like the best punishment, especially with Charles dominating him from behind. And the fact that it was happening so quickly gave him a rush. It seemed so mean and naughty to be using his wife as a way to make this even kinkier, but the more they talked like this, the more passionate the sex became.

Suddenly, Charles pulled out and spun Fred around. Fred fell onto the bed, and the handsome man from the pool stared back at him. "Get on your stomach and suck me off. We're not done. I want you to suck your ass and pussy filth off my cock."

He didn't need to ask him twice. Fred giggled like a fool, crawled over, and proceeded to suck every inch of Charles' massive, throbbing cock. He wasn't just interested in foreplay, though - he had plans to use his stepdaughter's tongue as a gag and lick his cock with her head while trying to push every single inch of it down her throat. Fred moaned against the man's rod and saw his eyes rolling to the back of his head. Charles managed to roughly push Fred's face away from his cock before he came too soon. When both men watched a small bubble of white seep through, Fred let out a playful giggle. "That was close, wasn't it?"

Charles was panting. His muscular frame glimmered beautifully in the room's lighting while he playfully slapped Fred's bum. "Roll over on to your back, slut," he said. "I'm going to finish inside of you."

Fred glanced back at the throbbing length and obediently nodded. "Yes, sir," he said while he rolled onto his back. The man immediately grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. Fred let out a surprised giggle and watched the length vanish between his legs. A rush of heat and pleasure pushed through him as his dainty fingers pinched the sides of the mattress. "Oh, fuck, yes. Use me, Charlie. I want you to fucking use me."

"I'm going to cum..."

"I need it inside of me," Fred cried. "Please, fill me up..." It only took three more thrusts before Charles groaned. A wave of warmth filled his insides, and he felt the skinsuit finally merging with him completely. His new body was his own now as the stranger pulled out of him. A gush of his seed slipped out of Fred's vagina and into his gaping ass. The skinsuit tightened somewhat before he could feel his skin becoming tingly. "Holy fuck..."

The room became filled with their light panting while the sensations overwhelmed Fred. Second by second, he could feel the skinsuit permanently fusing beneath his skin – he was officially the new Chloe. Charles' strong arms wrapped around Fred's waist while the two embraced each other beneath the filthy sheets. He felt dirty, violated, and wonderfully sore while he felt the other man’s fingers caressing his perfectly toned tummy. Everything around him faded into a dreamless blur while Charles whispered his love to him. That was when Fred knew that he had this man tied around his finger. Money was never going to be an issue ever again.

Skinsuit resort - Part 3

 

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The pool room’s restaurant was dimly lit. There was classical music playing in the background while the two men devoured their food. The two had stopped by Charles' room to dry off before heading straight back down to get some food. They were still in their swimsuits, but neither of them cared. They were surrounded by well-dressed waiters and stuck out like sore thumbs, but the only thing Fred wanted to do was keep checking Charles out.

He couldn't believe how fit he was in person. He would have kept staring if Charles hadn't broken the silence. "How's the food?" Charles asked. "You seem a bit distracted."

"No, I'm okay. Just a bit thirsty." Fred swallowed hard as he licked the back of his lips. Truthfully, he was feeling hotter than usual. He knew that being a woman would come with new sensations, and yet he wasn't expecting to be so turned on at just staring at Charles. 

The way his pectoral muscles glistened earlier with water made him want to scream. Fred bit his lower lip and poked at the remains of his salmon before feeling the warmth intensifying.

He could feel Charles' leg touching his. Fred didn't mind - the touch was sensual, and while he couldn't help but fantasize, he wanted the fantasy to become reality. 

It might have been too soon, but he remembered his purpose for stealing his stepdaughter's body and leaned forward. He could see Charles' eyes briefly glancing at his cleavage before darting away. 

"It's okay," Fred playfully said. "You can stare."

"You sure?"

"I want you to stare," Fred said. "Not many guys have been able to gain the courage to talk to me. You're the first. My first."

Charles blinked. "You know," he said before reaching for a napkin. "I thought I wasn't ready to date again, but there was something in your eyes earlier that made me change my mind." He leaned forward. "Maybe this is just for a few hours. Maybe we can enjoy each other for now."

Fred swallowed hard. He glanced at Charles' thick fingers and realized that he had a golden ring on it. His heart literally dropped. But he knew there was something special between the two of them. The two hadn't paid attention to anyone else around them, and their eyes were glued to each other like magnets. "You're married?"

"I was," he said in a low voice. "She passed away a while ago." Fred's eyes were starting to tear up, but he immediately snapped out of it when Charles laughed. "It's fine. I'm over it - but now that I'm speaking to you?" He reached out a held Fred's hand with a gentle squeeze. "I feel comfortable. I actually feel comfortable talking to you..."

Fred smiled and thought about it some more. Obviously, a death in any family was a major deal. While he still wanted to get laid, he figured that he owed it to Charles to talk about it. The man visibly looked like he needed somebody to talk to. "Dinner's basically over - why don't we go up to your room? I'd love to know more about your wife." Charles studied his eyes for what felt like an eternity before paying and leading the way.