"Are you my long lost twin or something?" Part 3

Part 1 & Part 2



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"Oh my gawd, I love this song!" Abby (front) shouted over the bass. "Hold me Georgia!"

George (back) happily wrapped his feminine arm around his love. Abby's soft skin against his, he was in heaven. He felt his tits bouncing up and down, bouncin' all around, in and out of his top, but he didn't care he was with his one true love. Abby was a narcissist, but as she grew to accept it she was in love with "Georgia" her "almost twin" as her BF Steph called her. George knew that Abby was finally happy to be out of the closet, their relationship was no longer secret, they were a full blown lesbian couple. George didn't have the heart to tell her that Georgia was actually a male shapeshifter, in fact he loved being Georgia more than being George. At this point he might as well have forgotten he was ever a fifty-something male shapeshifter.

Goodbye

This is my last one folks. It's been great, take care ya'll!

Whelp here I go again, taking a dick between my legs. When I decided to quit this blog I told myself I would no longer shift into a woman just to be pleased, and that I would use my powers only if needed. But tonight I just needed the dick, and rubbing one off wasn't enough. So here I am in some random female form, riding some dude from a bar I who's name I hardly remember (Carl? Kyle? Miles? Idk).

The perks of shifting I guess is that I can go after what ever the fuck I want, whenever I want.

This blog might be long retired by the time you're reading this, but I will tell you all that I am still out there, shifting around into whoever I want. Because this is my gift, and this is my life. Sometimes you just got to say "Fuck it!"

Good bye everyone,

Riley Howard, aka YourBoobsMyBody

Admiration

Harrison had always had an admiration for the female figure. He loved the contours of their body, the smoothness of their skin, their small angled faces, and the fullness of their breasts. Everything about the female figure was beautiful to him.

He was also one of the few fortunate gifted people out there, as in he was a shapeshifter. His talent came later in life, around twenty-three, much later than most shifters, but he caught on quickly.

Harrison used his new gift to become the women he always wanted to be. Each day a new form, he was never the same woman twice. He even later taught himself to shapeshift in his sleep, his ultimate trick he called it, because even he had no idea how he would look waking up!

It had been four years since Harrison discovered his gift, and since that blessed day the only dick he had between his legs were that of another man's. Harrison loved nothing more than being a woman.

You can't eat that!

"You can't eat that, that's mine!" Ginny said to her roommate Ben. He had just gotten out of the shower and was standing in the kitchen with just a towel on and her chocolate muffin in hand.

"Oh really, I can't?" Ben said. Suddenly before her eyes the once average looking man shifted into an exact copy of her. "I believe it's mine now." He said with her voice and took a bite into the muffin.

"I thought we had a no shifting rule in this apartment! And did you make my boobs bigger?"

"Want to compare to be sure?" Ben popped the rest of the muffin into his mouth.

"Have you used my form for anything else, Ben?"

"Yeah," he said wiping the crumbs from his fingers onto his breasts. "A few things."

"Like what?"

"Let's see: the beach, the gym, and on Kevin."

"Kevin, as in my ex?"

"Yeah, he's hot as fuck. I don't know why you two broke up!"

"When was this?"

"Let's see, when did you go out of town to see you sister?"

"Two weeks ago."

"Yeah, that's when I saw him!"

"You're the worst Ben," Ginny said stomping away. "I can't wait to find a new roommate!"

"Do you still want to compare breasts?" Ben asked. Ginny slammed her door.

Shifter Party

"If you love em, why don't ya suck em?" Todd (left) said.

"You bet your sister's tits I will!" Mark (blonde) said taking his friend's left breast in his mouth. The whole hot tub burst out in laughter.

Todd, Mark, Michael (left, center), Jordan (center), and Taylor (right) were all shapeshifters, even worse they were teenage boys. Once a week the five friends would get together and have parties in different forms, this week's theme was sisters. Each of shifters would take the form of their sister.

"Why don't ya suck on mine next, Mark?" Jordan said.

"Why does it have to be Mark? I've been wanting to do that since I wore your sister's body last week!" Taylor asked.

"You wore my sister's shape last week you pervert!" Jordan playfully splashed his friend.

"What can I say? She's hot as fuck, now give me some titty action!" Taylor swam up to his friend's breasts and began sucking. Meanwhile Mark and Todd were still lost in the moment of sucking and being sucked.

"Get your ass over here Michael," Todd motioned. "I got two tits and only one mouth on them, my right one is getting cold!"

That night turned into the best shifter party the boys had to date.

Down in the Dumps

James kept and eye out for cops, children or other passer's boy all the while trying to look sexy for his client. It wasn't an easy trying to focus while being penetrated by a seven inch dick, but he tried his best.

James was down in the dumps. His company went under, and he couldn't find a job anywhere, leaving him, his wife, and their three children in some serious debt. But he never told them that. In desperation he used his shapeshifting ability and took up a new job, that of a high end prostitute. He played both pimp and prostitute in his operation. He'd find a guy willing to pay, approach him as Donnie, the "pimp." He's show them an assortment of photos of his "girls." Have his client choose one, then arrive as that girl later that day.

Usually the men would bring James home, their houses littered with photos of the men and their so called happy families. He's fuck them, then leave. But apparently his client today had a slip up, his wife got the flu and was home sick, so James had to ride with him to a back alley and fuck out of site. James didn't like it, too risky, but the man was offering him a good sum and more for the inconvenience, and James needed the money. So he let the man ride him while James tried his hardest to focus for cops.

Taste Test

I love the taste of tits. Yeah, sure they don't taste much different than say licking you thumb or cheek, but they certainly make me feel great when I'm wearing a form where I'm able to easily lick the fuck out of them.

I've worn so many female forms my life, and I totally get where girls get envious of others. Not every girl can suck her own tits, and for those who can't I feel so sorry for. It's not fair that I, as a self identified cis-male shapeshifter. can suck any tit I want but some unfortunate people born female without my gift have to go their entire life without being able to taste their tits.

Does it make me greedy or a philanthropist for being able to taste test every huge racked girl I see on behalf of all the member of the itty-bitty-titty-committee out there? (I am born male after all, so I obviously could never taste my own tits).

Morning Run Part 2

Part 1

Mila, that was the name Dan told every man he passed on his run. She was quickly becoming Dan's favorite form to run in, no body turned more heads than his masterpiece. He liked running in her form because her figure gave Dan more restrains in his runs to adapt to, so that way when he did run competitively he was more prepared. Yet as time went on he found himself running in more and more charity runs as "Mila."

He had many forms, as most shapeshifters do, but just as one becomes accustomed to their favorite song, or movie, this form was his favorite. He loved the challenge of running with wider hips and a large chest, he loved how many heads he turned, male and female, and he especially loved racing other runners he met on the trail to their beds. 

Side Gigs - A Little Self Love

A little self love never hurt anyone. Above is a brief clip from a recent side gig of mine. The form I took was that of a woman I saw at the bar the other week, she was shy and looked like she would rather be anywhere else but there. If only she knew how sexy she looked, how many heads she was turning. So to prove my point (mostly to myself) I took her form tonight, and man did I get so many views! An all time three month high!

I don't know who you are aloof girl, but you are missing out on such a wonderful body (and a fantastic pair of tits!)

Can I tell you a secret? Part 3

Where we last saw the roommates. 

Sean lied on the couch. He was wearing an new body and new lingerie he bought just for it. Unlike every other body he wore for Eric, this one was 100% custom made, made to be everything Eric desired physically in a woman. From the shape of her face to the tightness of her pussy, Sean had become the perfect woman for Eric.

Tonight marked the one year anniversary of Sean revealing his secret to his unsuspecting roommate. He would become any woman Eric requested because Sean knew how much more fun women had in bed, and more importantly he knew how great Eric was under the sheets. Over time Sean and Eric became exclusive, Eric stopped bringing women over because he had a roommate who would let him fuck any woman he wanted.

Sean admired his form again, smiling at his masterpiece, he called her Sara. Honestly he wouldn't mind staying as Sara for a long time. He never considered himself gay, and maybe it wasn't gay if you only slept with your male roommate as a woman, and at this point in his life he had more sex with a vagina than with a penis, but he was really falling for Eric. Eric and Sara, what a lovely couple. He thought to himself.

Bello's Beauties Part 2: The Commercial

Part 1

"This summer the only thing that should change about you is your swimsuit." A breathy female voice said through the monitor. "From legendary designer Tory Bello comes a new line of swimsuits so breathtaking, you will have the whole beach looking at you. Introducing the brand new Fiato line, only available this year."

"Perfect," the director said pausing the screen, "she is absolutely goddamn perfect. So what do you think Mr. Bello?"

The designer sat at his desk admiring himself on camera, he had to agree with the director, he did look really good in that form. Although that was just about everything he could agree with the director on, there were somethings that he didn't like about the man during his day on set.

"About the commercial or the model?" Bello asked.

"The commercial of course! We can talk about the model later," he whispered.

"The commercial is fine," Bello said, his voice stern. "But I'm afraid we can't show it."

"Huh?" the director's mouth opened in surprise. "And just why is that?"

"The model we used that day, Emily," Bello paused recalling the events of that day. "She informed me that your behavior towards her was less than professional, hell even lower than that. Dare I say immature?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Forty-six accounts of you calling her a bitch, twenty-nine accounts of you raising your voice at her, twenty-two accounts of you shusshing her when she offered feedback, seventeen accounts of molestation, and five accounts of you following her directly to her changing room so you can 'keep an eye on her.' Just what is your problem?" After countless experiences with directors in the fashion world, Bello had gotten really good at keeping track of the rampant sexism men would express, especially the ugly ones, the moment they had power over a beautiful woman. Needless to say, Bello did not give this director one of his famous bonuses after the shoot.

"Who told you this?" The director said, Bello could sense him trying to suppress his anger. 

"Why Emily of course," Bello said crossing his arms. 

"How could you possibly believe that? Who the hell counts every time something like that happens to them? That is complete bullshit Mr. Bello."

"I trust my beauties," Bello said calmly. "Especially more than I trust you."

"You're going to believe that bitch over me?" the director's anger broke through. "I'm a well renowned fashion industry director, I've done commercials for Calvin Kline for fucks sake! And you're going to trust some girl who only gets paid for her looks over a man who put time and dedication into his craft!?"

"You will be paid for your work in the editing room, and we will compensate your staff at full price. I will not pay you for the day of the shooting, I do not tolerate that kind of behavior here. Now get out or I'll make sure you never work in this industry again!"

"Fine," the director said, rage still flowing through his veins as he stood up. "I fucking hated that bitch anyways." He said slamming the door behind him. 

Bello's Beauties

Clark was taken aback by the beautiful woman approaching him. She was every man's wet dream, with her perfectly sized tits, her long flowing hair, and her hourglass figure. She was the forth woman this week that fit his fantasies perfectly, first was the bombshell blonde, then the cute ginger, and next the busty asian. He had no idea how Mr. Bello found so many beautiful women to come in and model his clothing designs.

"Don't just stand there silly, we got a photo shoot to do!" She said to him and twirled around.

"Oh yes, yes of course, uhhh," her beauty had erased the name Mr. Bello gave him before the shoot.

"Sophia," she said extending her hand, he took it and shook it.

"Yes Sophia, let's get to the shoot."

She giggled, that's when Clark realized he forgot to let her hand go. "Maybe we can discuss your bonus later, but lets get to work first," she winked.

"Yeah, you're right. I got everything set up over here," he said leading her down the hall. "Is Mr. Bello coming?"

"You're new here aren't you?" she said, "Mr. Bello is a busy man, he doesn't have time for petty photo shoots. Now let's get going, you want to get that bonus now don't you?"

Little did Clark know that Sophia, the bombshell blonde, the cute ginger, and the busty asian were all his boss, Mr. Bello. Bello was a shapeshifter and a passionate designer of women's clothing, a passion brought with him from Italy to New York to found his own modeling agency. He didn't need models to wear his designs, he wanted to wear them himself, so he did all the modeling in the many different forms he worse. And sometimes, if the photographer was good enough, he'd give them a little 'bonus' afterwards. Clark was a fantastic photographer.

Bath Time

Sarah wasn't surprised when she walked into a naked woman in the bath.

"Hey mommy. guess who I am!" The woman said.

"Your aunt Claire," Sarah sighed.

"Ding ding ding. You're right, I'm aunt Claire!"

"Yay," Sarah said, "now can you change out of her form into your birth form? Aunt Claire is a little too big for the tub."

"No! I like being Aunt Claire, please let me stay as her a little longer, please?"

Sarah sighed again. Her and her husband were shapeshifters themselves, but neither of them had discovered their abilities until much later in their lives. What they hadn't expected was how potent shapeshifting would be in their child, Riley. Riley had been able to shift before he could walk, and now at the age of three he was already causing mischief everywhere he went, even the bath.

"I don't think so," Sarah continued, "Aunt Claire is my sister and sister's aren't supposed to see each other naked."

At that moment Sarah realized what she had said, she should have known her son better.

"I don't think I can shift back yet, I'm beginning to feel really tired" he said playing with Claire's breasts.

Sarah sighed again, sighs were becoming a regular thing with her son.

Morning Run

Dan loved running, his mom always said he was born with runner's legs, running straight out of her womb. He'd compete in his middle school's cross country team, and later his high schools. Running was his life. Then at the age of 18 he discovered something else about himself that he loved ever more: he could shape shift.

Dan loved running in different forms, mostly those of busty women. He loved the feeling of wind blowing in his hair, the weight of his chest bouncing was oddly soothing, and he loved messing with the men who ran past him during his morning jogs. Each day he was a different woman, giving each man a new definition of morning wood.

Date Night

Sometimes I need a little lovin', and not just from random strangers online. Tonight is going to be something special. I met a guy on Tinder with one of my many female profiles, we matched two nights ago and hit it off right away. I've made a few changes in this form since I made the profile, mostly in the ass department, I hope he appreciates it as much as I do, because I am sure as hell not coming home alone tonight ;-).

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Training Day

"This thing is fucking great." Riley said morphing into a busty brunette. "Changing forms feels like changing cloths, I just slip right into one. It beats the usual growing pains of a morph, you know what I mean." He eyed the man across from him. "You get to wear this thing ever mission?" He jumped, letting his breast bounce like jello on his chest.

"Grow up," Avery said in small but athletic male body, almost like Bruce Lee's. The shifter was wearing a morph suit as well. "This training is for how to fight as a shifter not how to fulfill your teenage fantasies."

"Bet ya can't hit me like this." Riley taunted in a fighting pose.

Avery sighed. New recruits,the shifter thought, you can't change them.

Avery swung a foot around, roundhouse kicking Riley beneath the ribs. Riley bent over, panting from a loss of breath. Avery caught the rookie trying to shift into another form, his chest deflating and jaw becoming more square, but Avery wouldn't let him have the chance. Within seconds the elder shifter went from the small male form to that of a linebacker's and grappled the recruit to the ground.

"I suppose you're aware of Bruce Lee's quote about being like water?" Avery asked the squirming shifter beneath. Riley was stunned in mid shift between busty woman and buff male.

"What are you talking about?" Riley asked.

"''You must be shapeless, formless, like water. When you pour water in a cup, it becomes the cup. When you pour water in a bottle, it becomes the bottle. When you pour water in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Water can drip and it can crash. Become like water my friend.'" Avery said. "As an agent of SHIFT you are water, nothing more. Now stop playing around or I'll just beat you until you become as soft as water."

"Alright, alright you win. Now get the hell off me, please!"

Update: Life and other things

Sad news everybody, I'm going to be away for a while. Like everything in life, life finds ways to make you super busy when you least expect it. I won't go into detail, but lots of positive things are happening to me irl and I need to focus on those before this blog. I do plan on returning to continue the adventures of Danny and his new found womanhood, give you the latest mission updates from the Agents of SHIFT, and, what I know you all love, updates on the secret life of a shapeshifter.

Thank you all so much for the feedback and support, I will be back, but I got to take care of life first.

With that being said, I'd like to leave you with one last shift before I depart. Enjoy!!

Agents of S.H.I.F.T. - Observe & Report

Avery stood astute by the pool, hands on her hips and looking outwards like a sentry. The shifter was wearing a new type of morph suit, this one lighter and able to mold itself into any type of one piece clothing needed for the assignment. Avery spied the other shifter assigned with her across the pool: Riley, the recruit, laying on his back and bathing in the sun in his two piece suit.

The shifters' mission was nothing more than reconnaissance this time, which is why a newbie like Riley was able to work along side the experienced shifter. Intel had it that a prominent member of the Tramoggia Corpo, a gang of body hoppers known to terrorize the streets of LA, was staying at the hotel in the body of a young woman and whoring her body out for the 'debts' she owed them.

Avery's eyes were peeled, scanning the entire poolside and the tiki bar. After a few minutes Avery returned to the other agent.



"You know you can't just stand there like that," Riley said from his new favorite body. He was wearing a colorful strapless bikini and sunglasses.

"Like what?" Avery asked, placing her hands on her hips.

"Like that, with your hands on your hips. You look too uptight, like a lifeguard or a secret service agent. No one with that hot of a body would be that uptight. A girl as sexy as you should be relaxing and working on her tan," Riley lied back down on his towel.

"Listen here agent," Avery said. "I'm the senior agent here, I've been working for SHIFT before you ever made your first transformation. You are here to observe and report, not give me orders."

"I think you're wrong about that. How long have you been with SHIFT?"

"That's classified," Avery said.

"You must be pretty old then," Riley said pulling up his sunglasses and looking his superior in the eyes/ "I'll just have you know I've been able to do full body shifts since I was three. So you're either really old, or you're full of BS."

"Watch your mouth recruit," Avery's voice began to raise. "We got a mission to do, and I'm not going to have it ruined by a smart mouthed newbie."

"You're right." Riley said pulling his sunglasses down. "We should probably get back to work. Mind if I take a turn over near the bar?"

"Sure," Avery said, "it'll get you out of my face for a while. Just don't drink!"

"Bye bye," Riley waved smiling all the way. He might not be the the superior agent, but he sure loved pushing Avery's buttons.

Can I tell you a secret? Part 2

The adventures of Eric and his shapeshifting roommate continue! Part 1

Ever since his shapeshifting roommate came out to him Eric and Sean's relationship was never stronger. The two would go out throughout their days as normal, maybe hit up a bar or two after work, and like most dudes they checked out plenty of the girls that came by. However, instead of pestering each other to ask the girl out, Sean and Eric would agree which girl Sean should become that night.

Once Sean found a girl he wanted to become and a girl Eric wanted to fuck the two would dash back to their apartment. Sean would retreat to his room to "slip into something more comfortable" and when he was given the signal Eric would walk in and find a beautiful girl lying on Sean's bed.

Sean was the best roommate a guy could have, he was a man's woman.

Bags of Fun

You know what I like transforming into busty woman? Because breast are the best! You can do so much with them, you can use them to hold your phone, you can control the minds of men with them, they look great, and so on.

Before I got my shapeshifting abilities I was always jealous of woman having breast, I wanted to know what it was like to have those wonderful mounds of flesh on my chest. Now as a shapeshifter I can have any woman's breast I choose to have. And I have make a few extra bucks off them too.

Have a great weekend everyone ;)