Savor This

"That was," the girl on the right said.

"Fucking," the girl on the left said.

"Incredible!" the girl in the middle moaned.

All three girls lied on their backs, breathing heavily. Out of all of the things Tyler used to masturbate with: kleenex, Vaseline gel, and later a fleshlight, nothing compared to possessing not one, not two, but three vaginas all at once. It was only temporary, the stone's effects only lasted for around two hours, but Tyler used the Nexus Stone he found to possess the three girls who lived next door to him. He'd never spoken to them, he never knew their names, but neither of those mattered right now. He had gotten to know all three of them better than each of them knew each other.

"I need to savor this," he made all three girls said in unison. One reached down for her phone and prepared for a selfie, the other two got into position. The phone flashed.

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.

Peeping Tom Part 2

Part 1

"My my, isn't she beautiful?" Tom said gazing across the park from his newest mount. Ever since discovering the true power of his camera Tom had been using it to possess the bodies of the beautiful women he had always been afraid of talking to. Using the camera was simple, just point and click, the only draw back was that he had to touch it every few minutes or he would be transported back into the darkness of his messy apartment. 

Currently he was inside of Monica's body, a beautiful yoga instructor who taught classes at the studio across from his office. He loved the way he walked with her body, her his swayed with every step, the way his breasts rose and fell with every breath, and everywhere he walked he felt the gazes of the men who wanted to be with Monica and the women who wanted to be her. His favorite part was how her beauty struck down even the most confident men. Any guy who approached him stuttered their way through their sentences, would awkwardly shift their eyes between his magnificent chest and his eyes, and eventually would leave defeated the moment Tom told them "Sorry, I'm not interested." As Monica every man reminded him of himself, they were all just a bunch of shy terrified and sad boys.

He had worn Monica's body the longest of his mounts, walking about town and going out at night. He hadn't bothered going to work as her because it wasn't his job after all. But today he was struck by another beauty, a woman even more beautiful than Monica. He had never seen her before and now he wanted to know more. Taking a glimpse at his chest he gave Monica's breasts one last look, and gave them a quick squeeze, "I'm going to miss you girls," he said. And with that, he aimed his camera at the beautiful woman across from the park and left Monica behind.

Cynthia & Gabe

"Now listen here you little cunt, we're over. I invite you to my sister's wedding and all you do is insult her and the guests. Get the fuck out of here, Harry!"

"B-b-but I can explain Cynthia," Harry said, his voice began to quiver.

"Don't fucking explain anything to me. We're through, I don't ever want to see your face again."

Cynthia (behind) couldn't believe what she was hearing come out of her body's mouth. Gabe (front) had out done himself this time. Since birth the two had been entangled souls, able to trade body's with the other at will, although they had different parents they were closer than any pair of siblings ever born. Cynthia had problems with choosing her boyfriends, no matter how hot they were they always ended up being losers, but she never had the heart to break up with them. So she'd always ask Gabe to borrow her body to do the hard work. Tonight was no different, once Harry had called her sister a "stuck up cunt" for marrying a rich man she let Gabe go at it.

"Fuck that guy," Gabe said resting back in his chair.

"Thank you so much for that Gabe," Cynthia said hugging her own body.

"No problem Cynthia, I've been wanting to do that since he called you a bitch. Plus what I really don't understand is why you even stuck with him so long, his dick was so tiny."

"Wait," Cynthia said looking Gabe in the eyes, "how do you know about his dick size? We never had sex...."

"I thought you two already did it when you borrowed my body last week." Gabe placed a hand over his mouth. "Opps...."

Cat Calling

"Damn, look at the rack on her." Juan said as a busty girl in a blue bikini passed him. "Wee woo," he whistled out, "looking good babe! Wanna compare boobs?"

The blue bikined girl sneared at Juan and continued her stroll down the beach.

"What it'd do to have a dick again to titty fuck the shit out of her," Juan rolled back.

"Jesus Juan, I thought you were embarrassing when you had a dick. This is even worse," the man next to him said.

"You know what they say Tina, you can take the dick away from the man, but you can't take the man away from the dick. Plus girl, your vag ain't bad I just sometimes miss gettin hard is all."

"I don't know how you men deal with these things, I can't control it, it just pops up sometimes. It's like having a perverted jack in the box between my legs."

Juan eyed his old body up and down, and noticed the bulge in Tina's pants she was attempting to cover with a towel.

"That chick turned you on didn't she?" He nudged his friend. "You wanna fuck her don't ya?"

"Shut up Juan!" Tina hastily covered herself up.

"You know," he said checking out another girl passing by, "that's one thing I really do love about having a pussy, nobody knows if I'm turned on or not." He said winking at his old friend.

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.

Southen Pride

"Get that thing off my me!" the text read.

"Tough luck darling," Garry replied, "I didn't ask for this body but I am sure as hell making it my own."

"You're ruining everything I stood for, now all my friends are going to think I'm a racist. Are those tattoos too?"

"Like I said, I'm making it my own. If you want to go chase down that scientist who did this to us by all means go ahead, I tried, I got nowhere. This body is as much mine as it was yours darling. Oh, and by the way honey, this ain't about racism, this is all about Southern Pride. Something you New Yorkers would never understand."

Peeping Tom

Tom loved women, he loved them so much that he was terrified of talking to them. He was never good with conversation with girls growing up, and it carried well into his adulthood. Talking to a beautiful woman made his voice quiver, his palms sweat, and legs go weak. It was self defeating as he had only had one sexual encounter that went... poorly. It's one thing to be shy during sex, it's another to fall unconscious the moment she touched his penis.

The shame was too much. So Tom went from shy Tom to a peeping tom.

He'd spy on women, collected photos of them, follow their Twitter and Instagrams under several fake accounts. He rationalized it was all because of his "disorder," that this was the closest he could get to a woman without becoming a mess, and he believed himself.

Tabitha was his favorite, she was so beautiful, so hot, and so mysterious. She didn't have any social media accounts, which Tom thought was a waist, with her looks she could easily have several thousand followers in a matter of hours. The most he saw of her was whenever she would tan at their apartment complex's pool, and Tom would creep through the blinds and take her photo.

One day Tom saw her in her usual spot down by the pool with a pink bra on and denim shorts. Tom had gotten a new camera that day and went to go try it out, that's when things go weird.

With a click of the button Tom was no longer in the dark of his apartment, he was outside in the blinding daylight, camera in hand. In shock he looked around, he didn't want Tabitha to see him. Oddly she wasn't there, but he didn't want to risk it. so he dashed, and that's when things go weirder. He felt his chest bounce.

He looked down, only to be greeted by two massive mounds of flesh sitting in a pink bra.

"Holy shit I'm Tabitha!" He shriek with her voice. He covered his mouth with hs hand. "Holy shit I'm Tabitha," he said again, this time calmer. He looked at his camera, then back down as his new breast. He had no idea what was going on, but he was pretty sure it had something to do with the camera.

With a grin on his new face, he went back to Tabitha's apartment. She would no longer be a mystery to him anymore.

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!"

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.