The body snatchers - Part 1: The device

God bless the day the device fell in my hands.

I remember finding it in the park. It didn’t look like anything I had ever seen before and I was immediately curious about it. So much so that I decided to completely ignore the couple who was evidently desperately looking for it freaking out. Something able to cause so much stir was certainly worth some investigation. They would most likely have offered a reward for it anyway eventually, given how scared they were for having lost it. I could have at least got something out of it.

When I got home I started to investigate it but I just couldn’t figure out what it was supposed to be. The only clue I had was the display instructing me to “Select target A”. It took me a while before I decided to aim it towards a person. I chose my neighbor, who was chatting with the mailman. I pointed it at her and pressed the only button on the device. After that it instructed me to “Select target B”. I had no idea what I was doing but I instinctively decided to aim it at the mailman. As soon as I pressed the button the two froze for an instant. Then the dazed expression on their faces turned into one of confusion and then of utter fear. They were compulsively touching themselves while freaking out. Then the mailman grabbed my neighbor by the shoulder and started to shake her. <<Give me back my body!>> he yelled. As I heard that sentence I came to the realization. Could it be? Was the device able to swap bodies? It sounded incredible, but I had it right in front of my eyes. I decide to try to get them back to normal and as I pointed the device once again at them they froze and then let out a sigh of relief as they found themselves in their bodies again. I didn’t even stayed there to witness their reaction. I immediately rushed to my room and locked myself in. I started to ponder the power of the device, but most importantly I wondered how I could have used it. Despite my eagerness to unleash its power I decided that it was more prudent to use it carefully so I didn’t touch it again until that evening, when the answer I was looking for came to me in the form of my girlfriend.

We were laying on the bed cuddling when pretty much out of nowhere I asked her <<Have you ever wondered how it would be like to be a guy?>>

<<Why are you asking that?>>

<<Just answer please.>>

<<I don’t know. I mean, I guess so. But why are you asking that?>>

<<What if I told you that there’s a way you could find it out?>>

<<What do you mean?>>

I took out the device and pointed it at her. I hesitated a bit before pointing it towards me. That was the first time I would have used it on myself. I had no idea how it would have felt or what could have happened. But I was just too eager to try it out so I mastered the courage to finally press the button.

Immediately there was a warping sensation and I felt myself being projected forward towards my girlfriend. It took a few seconds before I could feel my body again. But it wasn’t actually my body. I slowly became aware of all the alien sensations that body was giving me. I felt myself striving to keep balance due to my different center of gravity. I felt long hair brushing against the back of my neck. I felt my new breasts uncomfortably tucked in the bra and the shorts I was now wearing squeezing and pushing up my firm butt. I stretched my arms and legs. I felt so different. So strange. It is impossible to describe how excited I was.

In front of me my girlfriend now trapped in my body was as well checking her new self out. She had a frightened expression on her face and as our eyes met she started to scream. It was ridiculous seeing myself freak out like a girl. I tried to calm her down and I explained her what had happened. I told her of how I found the device and what it was capable of. She couldn’t believe it but its powers were undeniable. She wasn’t exited at all about the situation though, and she was starting to freak out again.

I can’t explain what went through my mind in that moment. The decision of swapping bodies with her was instinctive and I had no idea of what I would have done after that. What happened next just came out so naturally.

I gently reached to kiss her and hug her tight, calming her down. <<It’s going to be all right.>> I said to her. Then I reached for my former crotch with my dainty hand, starting to rub it. I immediately felt what used to be my dick getting hard under my delicate touch, and I started to feel aroused. She was evidently scared of those sensations that were completely new to her and asked me to stop. <<Relax, you’re going to like it.>> I reassured her. And as I said that I unzipped her pants and kneeled down in front of her. I took her throbbing cock out and started to stroke it. Looking up at her I was met with her frightened stare, but I could read a sort of eagerness in it. So I focused again on that dick, and I gently kissed the tip of it. Then licked the shaft. And then I took it all in my mouth. It tasted funny, and I felt a little bit unease. But I could feel myself already getting wet, and so I closed my eyes and started to go back and forth with my head, making it reach to the back of my throat. She started to moan and grunt as the pleasure started to build. I felt like gagging a couple of times but I wasn’t willing to stop. I wanted it. And when it finally erupted with its load inside my mouth and I tasted the warm liquid for the first time I got impossibly wet, feeling my groin burning. I swallowed without even thinking about it for a second.

In the next few days we would have met every night to have sex with our bodies swapped. I remember how I jolted the first time I felt my former cock entering my new genitals. How amazing it felt to reach my first orgasm as a girl while my pussy was being licked and teased. How powerless I felt when I got fucked doggie style, which soon became my favorite position. After a while we almost completely stopped having sex as ourselves. Experiencing it from the other side just felt too good. But that would soon have not been enough for us, and we would have started to use the device in different ways.

Too eager

Ok, I may have gotten a little too carried away. But please, try to understand me, I wished to turn into a woman for basically all my life. I didn’t even think that could be a possibility, and yet when that weird girl approached me and told me that there was actually a way to make my dreams come true… what can I say, I just rolled with it! After all she must have had some knowledge of magic. How else could she have known about my secret desire? She also looked weird and secluded enough to actually pass for some kind of witch, or crazy person. To be quite honest I was desperate enough to go with whatever possibility could have made my dream come true, and when she told me that she actually wished to be a guy, I simply felt like we were like-minded.

She told me that in the library there was an ancient spell book that we could have used to turn our fantasies into a reality as long as we were both willing to exchange our genders. As soon as we got our hands on that book we didn’t even consider taking the book away and casting the spell in a more secure place. We read the spell right there, and as incredibly as it sounds, it actually worked! When I looked down at myself I saw my new breasts protruding from under my shirt. I immediately took it off, eager to check out my new body, and when I saw those two rounds breasts hanging on my chest, with large hard nipples on top of them, I just couldn’t resist. I started to fondle them, and squeeze them, and they felt so strange. Then I brought my new dainty hand down to my groin, and felt my new slit. That was everything I had ever wished! I couldn’t contain myself!

In front of me the girl-turned-guy had already got rid of her pants, and was checking out her new assets as well. She looked as thrilled as I was, and I could notice her new cock already getting hard. She told me we should have left that place immediately before someone found us out, but to be honest I was just too eager to try my new body out. And just by looking at that erect shaft, I could already feel myself getting wet. I just couldn’t resist! I grabbed that cock, and started to jerk it, smiling lustily at my companion, and then dropped on my knees, looking straight at his throbbing cock. I had fantasized about that moment for so long. I wrapped my luscious lips around it, and started to bob my head back and forth, salivating, and trying to get it as deep in my throat as possible. It tasted funny, and I didn’t like its smell very much, but I was just too aroused to pay attention to that. I kept sucking, and licking, like it was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted. And it was, for my happiness and glee made it taste just so sweet!

It was so much fun to look up and see that stud looking down at me pleased, trying to keep quite in order to not be find out, and all the time all I could think was “I want it inside of me so much!”. Unfortunately soon someone walked into us, and we had to flee that place immediately before someone called the cops. However as soon as we got to my place we started right where we had been interrupted, and I could finally experience the joys of my newfound womanhood. From that day on we became a couple, and we are so happy. We finally are who we always wished we were. And every once in a while we like to return to that library, and it amuses us so much to see that now they have added a new rule because of us.

Awkward

“Oh god oh god oh god! Dammit! How the fuck did I end up in this situation?!

This is ridiculous! I’m forced to hide in my own wardrobe! I can’t even move for fear of making the faintest noise! Hell, I’m even afraid to breathe! What if he hears me? What’s going to happen if he catches us? He can become a frigging maniac when he gets jealous, and I sure as hell do not want him to find out about my infidelity, let alone have to confront him as a man.

What should I do now? I don’t hear them talking anymore. Maybe he managed to lead him out of the room. Maybe now it is safe for me to come out. No wait! I think I can hear something. Are those… moans? I swear I can hear him grunt. What the hell is happening?! That’s it, I can’t just keep staying literally in the dark! I have to at least take a peek, as dangerous as it may be.

Oh my god… Oh my god! He’s blowing him! What the hell! He’s sucking his cock while in my body! Is that how he planned to fool him?! Fucking dumbass! He should have just lead him out of the room and distract him with some excuse, not fucking give him a blowjob! Fucking idiot!

What is he doing? He’s signaling me to stay hidden. You fucking moron! I should storm out of this closet and get my body back immediately, you fucking pervert! How did he even come up with this plan?! Sure, he came home early right when we were getting down to it, and we had to think fast, but this is just too fucked up! That’s my body he’s inhabiting, and that is my boyfriend he is sucking off! This is just too much! I swear to god, as soon as this story will be over I’m breaking up with both of them for good! I don’t ever want to see neither of them again! My boyfriend and my lover having some sexy time together… what a nice fucking picture!

Stupid remote! I should have just gone looking for a different lover when I got tired of this one, instead of trying to spice things up in the bedroom with some body swap technology. This should have been a nice chance to experience what it is like to be a man, and instead I’m forced to stay hidden watching that fag blowing off that asshole! And he seems to be enjoying it quite a bit too! Look at how deep he is getting it in his throat. My bf is sure going to have a good time. I have not given him head ever since we started dating since I find the mere idea repulsive.

What’s this feeling now? What the hell is happening? Am I… am I getting hard?! Holy shit… This is it, I will have to go to some psychiatrist after this experience! I’m getting hard watching my own body sucking off my bf! I sure hope he is going to finish off soon, because I don’t know for how much longer I will be able to endure all of this!"

Bachelorette party

Oh wow! This… is unexpected. I… I really don’t know how to feel about this. I mean, I’m happy that I found a way to have my brother come to my bachelorette party. Poor soul, he was so sad that he couldn’t join us girls on this night. We’ve always been so close for all of our lives after all. But this was supposed to be a girls-only thing, there was no way my friends would have let him join us. That’s when I came up with the idea of the TG Pill. He would have changed his gender just for this night and pretended to be a distant friend of mine. That would have worked out perfectly. Well, it has worked out perfectly. Maybe a little too much.

I imagined he would have been at least a little bit reluctant to the idea of transforming temporarily into a girl, but he really wasn’t. On the contrary, he seemed thrilled. He looked like he was having the time of his life while we were choosing an outfit for him and discussing the details of his temporary identity. He really took this whole thing so seriously, telling made-up anecdotes about our friendship and really getting into the part. He just looked so natural, nobody would have been able to tell that just a few hours ago he was a guy. And I admit it was a lot of fun to see him act his part so convincingly. But I now realize that this is a lot more than just a little bit of fun for him.

I thought that the moment when the mandatory stripper would have made his appearance would have been the worst part of his experience. I imagined he would have felt uneasy, even grossed out. Instead he immediately was so much into it. When he started to get undressed he squealed and laughed just as all of us, maybe even more. It was so strange to see him act like the wildest and sluttiest of bimbos. He’s my brother after all! But when the stripper got naked and he fell on his knees… well, I immediately knew that this statement was becoming not all that true.

My friends look like they’re having fun at least. Why wouldn’t they after all, she has been the life of the party since the very beginning and she has immediately won them all over. They don’t know that that cocksucker is actually the sweet little brother I grew up with. I don’t know what to think. I’m shocked, and embarrassed, and… I’m not sure about how I should feel about this. I guess I learned a lot about my brother tonight. I just hope I won’t have to order a new bridesmaid dress for the day of the marriage.

Becoming mom

Requested by Marilin Salazar :)

Miguel was a weird kid. While he looked and acted like a normal kid for the most part, he always had strange… fixations, which he carried with him way into his teen years. Like all the boys in his school he as well would check out all the pretty girls in class, but for reasons completely different from those of his pals. He wasn’t looking at their curves or their pretty faces because he was attracted by them. Instead his stare would focus on their clothes, the cute blouses, the short skirts, the lacy bra and panties he would manage to sneak peeks at from under their clothes. He envied them so much for being allowed to dress like that. He too wanted to feel silk on his skin, and the tight embrace of stockings, and the breeze blow through his bare legs and under his skirt, and his tight clothes highlighting his curves. God how he envied them.

Eventually curiosity had the best of him, and he felt the uncontrollable urge to try to dress like a girl. And since he could not possibly have gone out buying his own female clothes, he had to resort to his mother’s wardrobe. Every time he would be home alone, he would rush to this parent’s bedroom and take out all the dresses, and lingerie, and jewelry he could manage to try on during the time available to him before someone would come home.

One day, while he was dressed in his mom’s favorite dress, with lacy panties running up his butt, and a bra clasped around his chest, and high heels at his feet, and her necklace around his neck, something happened. He was practicing with makeup, and he just had finished applied lipstick, he looked at his reflection in the mirror and was actually pretty impressed at the results. Sure, he had got better and better in the past few months at doing his makeup, but that was incredible! His face looked fully female, and remarkably similar to his mother’s. The resemblance was actually so uncanny that he started to be freaked out by it as he kept staring at his luscious lips and delicate features.

He decided that that was enough for that day, and he tried to remove the wig he had bought to make the illusion more seamless, but as he tried to do so he realized that it just would not come off, like it was sealed to his head. Like those were his actual hairs! He remained paralyzed with terror as he saw those hair change color from blonde to a brown tone more similar to that of his mother’s hair, and then he felt all his body starting to tingle. He looked at his hand and saw it become slender and delicate right in front of his eyes, and then his arms lost all of their muscle tone and hairs. He felt a weird sensation down in his crotch, and as he lifted the dress he saw that it was now completely flat, with no bulge whatsoever in sight, and as he brought his hand down there all he could feel was an uncanny and unsettling void, and the startling sensation of a slit right below the silk panties.

The tingling sensation went to his legs, which started to transform becoming smooth and fatter, as did his butt, which started to inflate as his hips swayed outwards. As his figure kept changing he started to ventilate in panic, and to his dismay with each breathe he could feel his chest inflate, until two big breasts grew over it, filling nicely the cups of the bra he stole form his mother’s drawer. He was so overturned that he could not even master the strength to shriek, but if he had done so it would have come out in his mother’s voice. He looked at his reflection in the mirror, and his heart sunk when he realized that he had transformed into a copy of his mom.

He started shaking uncontrollably, feelings his legs going numb, and he swore he could have fainted right there if he didn’t suddenly felt a strange and uncontrollable urge. He grabbed his mother’s beauty case and started to adjust his makeup, and comb his hair properly, and adjust his clothes, and it felt like he had been doing that all countless times before, and when he was done with it what he found staring back at him from the reflection was basically a clone of his mother.

He didn’t have time to take in his transformation, because soon he heard the front door open and someone starting to go up the stairs. He started to panic even more, striving to remain calm and lucid enough to think about what to do, but it was too late. Before he could have done anything his father had already entered the room.

<<Ah honey! You’re home early as well I see. Wow, you look gorgeous! What’s the occasion?>>

Miguel tried to think of something to say, but all he managed to do was stutter some nonsense. His father got closer to him.

<<Is everything all right dear?>>

He grabbed him be the hips and pulled him close to him.

<<You know, it’s been a while since you have last worn this dress. You know how it drives me crazy.>>

As he saw him get closer and closer to him, Miguel tried to push his father back, but realized that he didn’t have the assertiveness to do so, and so all he could do as his father’s lips got dangerously close to his, was to move his face aside leaving his neck open, which his dad did not hesitate to start kissing and biting. Miguel quivered under those kisses. It felt all so unsettling, and yet so weirdly pleasant. His dad’s hands were running up his hips, caressing him and groping his newly acquired curves, and then they slipped under his dress and started teasing his pussy from over the panties. He gasped and let out a yelp of surprise as a jolt went up his spine to the back of his head, and he immediately felt himself getting weaker.

<<Miguel doesn’t seem to be home. What do you say we take advantage of this to have some fun?>>

Miguel felt his heart in his throat as he realized that if he did not do something to stop what was about to happen, he would have ended up having sex with his dad. He could not allow that to happen! That was too disturbing, too fucked up! He had to react, to snap out of that strange trance he was into. And yet, even though he knew that that was wrong, it also felt so right! It felt so pleasant to be groped, and teased, and he started to feel a warm sensation down in his groin. He soon realized that he was getting horny, and as he felt his dad’s erect cock starting to poke his new genitals, he felt the irresistible urge to give himself over. He did not resist as his father started to undress him, and even surprised himself starting to rub his dick with his dainty hands, and even undoing his pants.

As he saw his hard on spring out of his underwear, Miguel felt his mouth start to water. He could not hold back. He needed this. So without second thoughts he dropped on his knees, took his dad’s cock in his hand, wrapped his lips around it and started to bob his head back and forth as he started to suck avidly on it. It tasted funny, and the smell wasn’t very nice, but it felt so good to feel it throb and jump inside of his mouth, so he started to run his tongue around it, and as he looked up and saw the satisfied expression on his father’s face, he felt even more compelled to keep sucking.

The couple was so absorbed by the sex, that neither of them heard the front door open once again and someone going up the stairs lured by the moans and grunts coming from upstairs. And as Miguel’s mother came around the corner and looked inside their room, she was shocked and completely dumbfounded to see what looked like a perfect copy of herself blowing her husband.