Unnecessary Attention

How do women deal with these things?" Harry thought adjusting his breasts. He spied the whole lobby catching sight of his quit adjustment, the man across from him quickly turned his head and pretended to check his phone.

"Ugh," Harry said, "this is the last time I'm wearing this top in public."

Meridian

Dave stood by the limo as the private jet roared on up the tarmac. The gust from the jet engines was enough to blow off Dave's footing, but he was a professional and professionals do not budge.

The bodyguard was given a brief memo today from the CEO of Meridian International, Charles Vincent, that his experiment had been a complete success and that his most trusted bodyguard, Dave, should be expecting him to arrive in a different form, and that he is under strict orders to trust that no matter what, if a person comes up to him today claiming to be Charles Vincent, to act towards them as if they are Charles Vincent. It must have been one crazy experiment.

The plane halted a few feet from the limo and lowered the staircase. Out walked a beautiful woman, she was dressed in a designer dress and walked with more power and confidence than any woman Dave had met before in his life.

"Dave," she said approaching the car. "Nice to see you again. How do I look?"

"Excuse me miss, I don't believe we've met." Dave said sternly.

"Did you not get the memo?"

"I did get a memo."

"Did you get the second memo?"

"I only got one miss."

"You didn't get the second memo?" She said pulling out her phone. "Somebody's getting fired it looks like." She typed out a quick email and put her phone back into her purse. "Problem solved. Now Dave, what did the first memo say?"

"To treat anyone who claims to be Mr. Vincent as if they are Mr. Vincent today."

"Good, good. Well Dave, I am Mr. Vincent. The boys in the lab have been helping me find a fountain of youth. This is the answer, a brand new body!" Charles said. "This should have been explained in the second memo with a detailed report. This body is only temporary for now, she's just some random model we paid off, thought I'd give the female form a spin for a weekend to see what it's like. But this is the answer Dave, we solved death! This calls for a little celebration, don't ya think?"

"I agree Mis-ter Vincent," Dave gulped. "Where too?"

"The usual of course," Charles said setting himself into the rear seat of the limo. "Oh, and you can call my Charlie."

"Of course Charlie."

Groupie

"Yeah, shake yo body girl!" Max said panning his phone's camera around the obviously drunk fan.

"You like it Max?" She asked.

"I fucking love it. Keep it up girl!"

Max was the bassist of the Slash Monkies, an indie punk band that had been making their rounds at music festivals. At every fest he had his share of groupies but none of them had the enthusiasm as this girl. Her passion for him and the rest of the band was so raw and pure, and unlike other groupies she seemed more interest in the people in the band than just sleeping with them.

Today was their last day at the current fest and Max was honestly afraid to see her go.

"Hey Macy," he asked putting down the camera. "How would you like to join us for the rest of the tour? It's only a few more weeks and me and the boys would love your company."

"Do you really mean it?" she squealed.

"Yes I do. So what do you say?"

"I WOULD LOVE TOO!" She screened and hugged Max like a boa constrictor.

What Max didn't know wast that inside of Macy's body was not the soul of a quirky young woman, but the soul of fourteen year old Jesse, the self proclaimed number one fan of Slash Monkies. Jesse used a body swapping spell to take over the body of a random stranger at Indie Fest so he could see his favorite band despite his parents not allowing him to go. Little did he know at the time that he would be getting much more closer to the band members than just the front row. Let's just say that fourteen year old boy got as close as a woman could possibly get with each member.

Formal Attire

"Dude, what the fuck are you wearing?" Mitch asked.

"The invite said formal attire right?"  The girl said.

"Yeah, like black tie and dress. Not that, I don't want to see my sister walking around with her boobs hanging out."

"Look man, I'm only your sister by genes, everything else is 100% me, Henry. If you want to talk to her about her choices in dress go find out where she ran away with my body." Henry slurred. "Plus your sis has rockin tits, the dudes love it, this is like my fifth free drink in the past hour!"

In the flesh

"Is that you in there Harold?" Greg asked.

"In the flesh," Harold said revealing his perky new breast.

"This is so hot! I can't believe it worked."

Earlier that day Harold and Greg found a body swap spell. Obviously they were skeptical but decided to give it a shot. The two men both had the hots for each other sister's, but were never successful at getting them in bed, until today.

Harold used the spell first to temporarily swap with his sister. She would be shocked and pissed sure, but it was only for a few hours.

"Don't just stand there," Harold said taking his best friend's hand and leading him to the bedroom. "Treat me like the woman I am so I can do the same later."

And with that Greg closed the bedroom door behind them.

This will do

Yeah, this will do. Collin thought pulling himself out of the ocean. Moments ago the man taking a dip in the bay with his family. His family, who he loved but was the largest source of stress and monotony in his life. He wanted to be free, to be young again, to have something different than the same old 9 to 5, the same bills due at the end of each month, and the same sex he and his wife always had. Collin had a plant to escape it all without hurting his family, so he took out a life insurance policy.

It was summer time, that meant vacation time, and vacations meant tourist, and tourist meant Collin could disappear into a new life. So he brought his family on vacation to Florida for his last time.

Collin scanned the beaches, looking for the right body to snatch, this time he wanted something different, something unfamiliar, something he had never experienced before in his life. So he decided to check out the bikini clad woman. Half a mile down the beach he found the perfect body, a group of young twenty-somethings, obviously tourists do to their accents, he selected one of the girls as his target.

Using a possession spell he found he muttered the words beneath his breath. Once the spell was complete a sharp pain erupted from his left arm, his chest convulsed at an irregular pattern, and he began gasping for breath. The world went dark, and with that he was dead.

Half a mile away the tourist girl was bathing in the water. Collin felt his soul shoot straight down the beach into her body. Eager he stood up and inspected his new body, but was distracted by the cry of his now widowed wife.

"Goodbye Susan, but I couldn't take it anymore. I hope you enjoy the gift I gave you," he said in a French accent. "Oh, I'm French now." He said all giddy.

New Cravings

I'm back! Temporarily that is. Posts are going to be infrequent for now but they'll be happening.

Quick update as well, I decided to add a new tag, nympho, for those poor unfortunate men who end up in the bodies of a nymphomaniac who just really need the D.

"Uhh, aren't you going to let me have my drink?" Ian asked the girl across from him.

"Shuddup, man. You wanna get me drunk so you can get between my legs right?" She said taking the two cups up to her mouth and chugging the two at the same time.

"Look, I don't know who you think I am but I'm not that kind of guy..." Ian said sternly.

"Fuck man, you're totally that kind of guy. You got more gel than hair on your head, you're wearing a gold watch, you bought me a mojito with Bacardi, not wells,  and you arrived here wearing fucking sunglasses at night!" She gestured towards Ian and continued to down his and her drinks.

"Hey, if you want me to go I'll go." Ian began standing up, the girl reached across the table and caught his hand in mid stand.

"Please don't," she said, "I want to get laid as much as you. You don't understand, this body needs the D like a methhead needs meth. I can't focus with all these withdrawals, so let's just skip the chit-chat and go to me place." Ian pulled away, her neediness was too much despite her hotness. "Please man, help a bro out!"

"You're fucking crazy," he said putting on his jacket. "I'm out of here." And with that Ian was gone.

Trapped inside of the body of Ian's date was Victor. Six weeks ago his body was stole from him on a Tinder date with the girl he now was. She left him with the message "enjoy the new cravings," then disappeared with his body forever. At first he didn't know what she meant, but as time went on, every Calvin Kline ad would make him warm, every Abercrombie he passed with their photos of men too masculine to be real would make him wet, he daydreamed of taking every man he passed on the street back home and what it would be like to be pounded by them all day long. And Victor was disgusted with those thoughts, even though he new possessed tits and a vagina the thought of doing anything with another man's dick made him shiver.

As the cravings grew he began masturbating more, first a finger, then two, then three, then a whole fist. That never did the trick. Next it was a dildo, then a vibrator. They could only temporarily satisfy his new found apatite. He thought he might need somebody else in control instead, so he would go to lesbian bars, bring back a curious girl and convince her to use a strap-on. That was even worse, sure it felt great, but the static plastic rod as it penetrated deep inside his pussy felt empty, like romanticless sex. He needed something soft but firm, something that had subtle movements pulsing inside him, he needed a real dick, so Victor set up a Tinder profile and only matched with the guys most likely to put out. Ian was his first date, and even his forwardness couldn't get him laid.

Victor put his head on the table and sighed.

"Need anything else miss?" A male voice asked. He looked up and locked eyes with the man. He wore a white long sleeve button down with a crimson tie, his black hair was disheveled but clean, his eyes as blue as the ocean, his black khaki pants were just tight enough to hint as the size of his enormous package. He was their waiter.

"Miss?" The waiter asked again. Victor snapped out of his trance, the dreamy man was just a man now, average in every bit of the way.

"No nothing, thank you anyways," Victor said.

"Well let me know if you do," the wait said and spun around. Victor caught the man's ass, it was so firm and solid through his pants, so sexy...

"Actually," Victor said reaching into his purse and producing a pen and posted note. He jotted something down. "I do want something from you." He handed the note to the waiter. "Call me when you get off work." Victor winked.

Practically my body

"Get the fuck out of my body!" Lindsey yelled, her voice hoarse from all the smoke in Ernest's lungs. "What makes you think you can just take it from me like that, you monster."

"Your body?" Ernest said hugging his new breast. "With all the money I poured into making you look the way you do I'd hardly call it your body anymore. Tits and ass implants, Botox, hair dresser, vagina waxing, tide tubes, and hell even a personal trainer. This body is practically mine." The man began caressing his new female form.

Lindsey was a golddigger, Ernest knew that from the moment she approached him at the country club years ago. There was no way in in hell that a young twenty-three year old woman would be into a sixty-two year old man like him. But he played her game because he had other plans. The two married six months later, and three years after that Lindsey gave birth to his child. Afterwards she began asking for different augments for her body with her husband's money. Three years later the two filed for divorce, she claimed full custody of the child and declared her child should have full inheritance of Ernest's fortune. Ernest put up a fight, but not much of one. Ernest had other plans, and once the legal work was finalized he went in and stole his ex-wife's body.

"I always knew you were in it for the money," Ernest said strapping his bra on. "But what you never considered was how a man like me ever got into a position of power of mine, and spoiler alert: it's not by playing nice." He put on a shit. "Now, if you would excuse me dear, I have to go see my son."

And like that Ernest left Lindsey forever.

Coping Mechanism

"Good thing I can still drink," Harry said taking a whole bottle of liquor to his lips. "Because fuck everything else about this."

"Can you chill man?" Garrett asked his friend.

"Chill? You want me to chill?" Harry raised his voice. "How the fuck am I supposed to chill while your sister is running around in my body with my money and my wife? Your bitch of a sister really crossed the line this time!"

"Alright alright," Garrett said. Harry yelling from his sister's body brought back many memories of her yelling at him. He never liked seeing his sister mad. "I just don't want you to depend on alcohol."

"Depend on alcohol? I'll show you who's depending on alcohol." Harry's slurred. The former man pulled off his shirt and took another giant swig of the bottle.

A Few Setbacks Part 3

Part 2

Arnold reached his, well her, peak!

Annie, as he was known by everybody at the gym, was a master of the human body, of all shapes and forms.

The former male heavy lifter had made a living as the head woman's personal trainer. She even had appointments months away in the backlog. Five months ago a mysterious woman took his body, but Arnold/ Annie's grit was stronger than whatever magic she when she took his body.

What Arnold realized assuming the skinny girl's form wasn't that your genes determined who you were, but your grit and passion. And Arnold's passion was being as fit as possible, no matter his body.

Ten Year Reunion

"Goddammit, give me my body back!" Fiona shouted at the man running away with her perfect breast.

"Good luck catching me Fiona!" The thief said running away.

If you were to rewind time a decade ago you would see the opposite happening. Mitchel, who is currently in Fiona's body, would have been chasing her away as a desperate attempt to get her to prom, which she playfully teased the dorky teen until the day of when she rejected him in front of the entire senior class to dash to Brad, their high school's basketball team captain. Now, at their ten year reunion the tides had changed.

Mitchel had prepared a body swap spell for the two. He had Facebook stalked her, he knew everything about his high school ex, from her past marriage, her addiction to plastic surgery, and most importantly, her divorce with Brad. Mitchel was going to to get the ultimate revenge and embarrass her in front of the rest of the Class of '06. He didn't know how yet, but it probably would have to deal with stripping.

I got the power now

"Yeah, this is more like it." Tim said juggling his new breast, "it looks like I have the power now. And it feels reeeeaaaalllll good."

"Stop it, stop playing with my breast!" Katherine shouted with her nephew's cracking voice. "How did you even do this?"

Katherine had babysitted her nephew all day while his parents were out, the day had gone as planned. She took him out for lunch, went to the park with him, and she even saw the new Captain America movie with Tim despite her distaste for superhero movies. She was a good aunt, but it appeared her nephew wasn't as sweet as she thought he was.

"Shhh, now isn't the time for questions," the former 13 year old body felt a warm sensation between his new female legs. His new female hormones began taking control. "I think when mom, ahem, I mean my sister gets heres, I'm going to invite your boyfriend over for a little fun time."

A Few Setbacks Part 2

Part 1

Arnold's progress was going smoothly since the thief stole his body. Since the swap he built his new female body into his own. Being forced to adapt to his new female form he had grown quiet adaptable and had since registered as a full-time woman's personal trainer at the gym. He tried training both men and woman, but the men wouldn't take him seriously or would constantly hit on him, so he decided to stick just with women.

A woman's body provided him with unique challenges he never had to deal with as a man, and he had accepted that he would never be as buff as he was as a male, but he was a competitive type, and he was going to become the best damn female trainer in the gym.

Ticket to America

"This is just too much to deal with," Branden tugged at his new hair. The sixteen year old boy American boy said after returning to the address he found in the woman's purse. "This has  to be a dream, or some really convincing prank."

Earlier that day Branden had been walking about the streets of London with his parents, it was their final day of the vacation, when this woman redheaded woman came up to him and said in a British accent, "Looks like it's my lucky day, you're my ticket to America young man."

There was a flash of light and the next thing Branden knew he was in her body. He was stunned, and literally couldn't move. "What the hell just happened?" He muttered in her voice, accent and everything.

After his old body disappeared from view he finally was able to move again, he fumbled through her purse to find a clue of what just happened. That was when he found her address.

"I got to start somewhere," he said walking off and trying to readjust to the bouncing on his chest, "fuck this is going to be a lot to deal with."

This is Alright

"This is alright," Kevin said drinking his morning screwdriver, and he wasn't talking about the screwdriver.

A week ago Bianca, Kevin's next door neighbor, stole his body and his girlfriend with it. Kevin's mom was friend with Bianca, the two would converse over red wine and a chick flick every Thursday night, and every Thursday night Kevin would catch Bianca checking him out. Like any teen boy he found it flattering that a girl was checking him out, but Bianca made it a little weird, and it wasn't their age difference.

She eyed him with envy, like he had something she didn't have. A week ago she swapped their bodies.

Kevin was stunned by the swap. Not only was he robbed of his manhood but at least 17 years of his life was stolen now that he was 34. The first few days put him in utter shock, and he hardly left the bed.

When he went to confront Bianca about the swap she confessed she did it because she was bored of lounging around all day as a trophy wife, and she would give him back his body once she grew bored of it. He couldn't believe it, then he discovered alcohol.

Today marked the one week anniversary of the swap, and Kevin was on his third screwdriver of the morning.

"Now time to find some porn a my vibrator," Kevin said gulping down his cocktail. "This is going to be another great day!"

Faker

"Mmmm, you paid well for these didn't you? They almost feel real." Jon said grouping his new body's breast.

"Uhhh, Melissa, what do you mean?" Ben asked.

"Let me take a better look here," Jon said untying his bikini around his neck, "yep, fake but believable."

"Melissa," Ben said, "do you not remember the surgery?"

"Oh," Jon giggled, "silly me. I think I'm a bit too drunk. Thank you so much for these." Jon hugged the man, he had to be at least twenty years older than his mount.

Jon was an older body hopper, old enough that he was a witness of the fall of the Roman Empire. Melissa was just his latest mount, but his first female mount in over a century. After posing as Ben's butler for years, Jon decided it was time to abandon the penis and go back to a vagina and tits, at least for a little while, so he assumed the form of Ben's hot new wife.

"Now," Jon said grabbing Ben by the hand, "how about you show how much you appreciate giving me this gift?"

And the two went upstairs.

Collateral

"I finally found you, you bitch!" Trevor shouted at the woman, "now give me back my wife!"

"Too late," the woman said, "you should have paid off your debt when you had the chance. Now the interest rate would be so high it would take you a lifetime to pay us back."

Three years ago Trevor had fallen into financial ruin. The once big shot Hollywood agent had gotten to confident in his investments, which led to him over investing time and energy into various people and projects. He needed money bad, but with his now terrible credit score no bank would grant him a loan, so he turned to the underworld of LA. That was when he discovered the Tramoggia Corpo, a mob of body hoppers who ran the underworld of city. His confidence had gotten the best out of him again, he took a large loan from the gang and put his wife down as collateral, he was pretty sure he could pay them back within the time frame they gave him, after all he had gone from rags to riches once before, he could do it again. He was wrong.

Now for the first time since then he was face to face with his wife's body, and inside of it was the soul of The Don of the gang.

"Plus," The Don said petting his dog, "your wife's body is too perfect. I plan on keeping it until her boobs get saggy."

"You son of a bitch!" Trevor said pacing his way towards The Don.

"Not so fast Trevor," The Don said, "haven't you forgotten about the restraining order we got in the divorce?"

Trevor halted.

"Now if you would kindly excuse me, I would like to get back to my walk. Come on boy," The Don said to the dog, "lets get moving."

A Few Setbacks Part 1

Arnold wasn't going to let that body thief ruin his life. A few weeks ago while hitting the gym, the 215 lb power lifter and personal trainer had his body snatched from him. While pumping iron his eyes kept on drifting towards this girl on the treadmill, she was cute and athletic and he had never seen her before, and by the way she locked eyes with him he knew she was into him. After a few more sets he approached the new girl.

"My my," she said to Arnold, "aren't you a strong man."

"And aren't you a pretty lady." Arnold said, "my names Arnold, I'm a personal trainer here. And you are?" He stuck out his hand for a shake.

"I'm glad you think this body's pretty," she said ignoring the handshake, "because I'm going to give it to you."

"Of course, every girl who hits the gym is pretty in my book. What do you you mean by the second part? Like do you want to fuck right here or something?"

"I want you inside me Arnold," she said giving him a wink, "and I want to be inside you."

"What the hell are you-" Arnold saw a bright light flash blinding him for a second, "-even talking about." He finished... with the girl's voice. In front of him was his old body, grinning.

"Thanks for the body Arnold," the body thief said, "I was beginning to get tired of that mount. I hope you enjoy it."

And with that she was gone with his body.

After the shock was over he decided it was time to go back to the gym. Fitness was his passion, it didn't matter which body he was in, as long as he was moving he was happy, even if it meant his new breasts jiggled with every move he made.

Chillaxin'

"Now this is the life!" Brad (right) said stretching his feminine arms, "no work, no stupid customers, no ex-girlfriend sending me sobby texts, and views as beautiful as the ocean." He said eyeing the girl next to him.

"Awe you're too sweet," Gary (left) teased, "but unfortunately I'm taken." He said pointing to the ring on his left right finger. "Plus I love my fiance's cock."

"Hmm, speaking of cock," Brad said eyeing a hunky guy running by. "How quickly do you think I can get him inside me?"

"Dude, you're like the straightest guy I know. You've slept with how many girls, including this body? What's the matter, tired of pussy?"

"Nah man, I just need a vacation," Brad said standing up, "and you've given me the greatest one yet." He began making his way towards the guy, his breast jiggling beneath his bikini at every step.

Brad and Gary were best friends. Brad, had recently been through a tough break up and was feeling down in the dumps about everything. Wanting to help a friend out Brad convinced his fiancee to allow Gary to join them on their annual trip to Exchange Island. After arriving Gary ended up in the body of Jill, his fiancee, and Brad wound up as a busty girl. He took swap surprisingly well, so well that five minutes after leaving Gary he was getting his brain fucked out behind the bathroom!