Dropouts

"Get me in that shot what don't ya?" Brian (blonde) said.

"Calm your tits dude, of course I'm going to include you, it looks great for our brand," Zach (brunette) said adjusting the camera. "Say big tits!"

"Big tits!"

Zach and Brian dropped out of school. They were entreprising young men who explored every business opportunity they could. First they offered rides to freshmen to school, next the worked on a school magazine, then another a landscaping business. All were complete failures.

Then one day the duo so happened to find themselves in the bodies of Melissa (blonde) and Erin (brunette), two straight A students in their high school. Melissa and Erin had plans to go to Yale and major in law or whatever. Zach and Brian didn't care, what Melissa and Erin never noticed about themselves was that they had the sexiest bodies in school, and with the sexiest bodies came a great business opportunity for Zach and Brian.

So they dropped out of all of their classes, botched their SATs and application letters, and opened a porn studio.

Say what you will about law degrees, but Zach and Cody easily became the most successful business women in their city.

Aphrodite Part 2 - The Woman

The party approached the location of the legendary Fountain of Youth. Kenny, Edward's first mate and best friend, was in charge this morning. He had awoken to a note from his trusted friend saying that he could not sleep that night, that Edward could taste the sweet waters of the Fountain and he must go, for it had called out to him. Kenny wondered how a man as old as Edward could be so far ahead of the party since the supposive location of the Fountain was at least a half days hike away.

After a few hours of hiking his mind began wondering what could have happened to Edward, and how he would have to explain the death of one of the few remaining true adventures in the world to the expedition's sponsors, and Edwards children. Then Kenny walked straight into James, the expedition's youngest recruit, who had stopped in his tracks for now apparent reason.

"Get your ass in gear ya' newbie," Kenny barked.

Jame said nothing, he just pointed forward. Fingers trembling. Kenny looked around at the rest of the party. The rest of them began looking the direction of Jame's fingers. Kenny was the last to look, then he saw the roadblock.

Before the party stood a beautiful young woman. Her chest partially exposed beneath a denim jacket, her hair flowing in the wind like it in a movie. Her grin wide and confident. The clothing she wore looked a lot like Edward's.

"It's not polite to stare at a woman you know," she said.

Kenny and the rest said nothing.

"Oh my," she said covering herself up. "I hadn't noticed my shirt was undone, here let me button up."

Kenny wanted to speak, he wanted to ask her who she was and what she was doing here. But for some reason he couldn't find the energy to utter any words from his vocal chords.

Endorsement

"I look so fucking hot!" Keenan said. "I suppose Annie's training was totally worth it."

Keenan was an unfortunate soul. A few months ago he lost his body in the FOSE to Julia, a girl he hadn't seen since high school. Apparently she had a thing for him because at one moment he was out getting a few beers with his buds, and the next he was orgasming with his Facebook page opened and three fingers up his new vagina.

Julia hadn't changed since high school, she was the same old overweight girl with the same old confidence issues. And Keenan couldn't stand it! After accepting the reality of his new life he began looking into fitness programs to lose all the excess weight Julia put on since graduation. After weeks of searching he finally found the perfect instructor, Annie. She was a personal trainer who just got Keenan's situation, he didn't know how but he felt a connection between him and her. Within a few months he shed away all of Julia's weight and put on a few pound of real muscle.

"Goddamn I wish I was a guy again, because I'd fuck me all day long." He said snapping a photo for his Instagram.

Aphrodite Part 1 - The Fountain

I knew from the beginning this was going to be a series, so I already gave it its own tag.

"Yes, I feel it! I feel the youth flowing back into me, I feel the power of the gods granted to me. I feel youthful again, like I can run a marathon without breaking sweat. I feel... I feel...." Edward began gasping as he felt his chest constricting, like an enormous weight was pressing against it. The optimism the old explorer had suddenly slipped from his mind, had he been guided to the wrong fountain? Maybe this was his karma for abandoning his crew so he could be the first one to drink from the Fountain of Youth. He was beginning to feel like the Nazi at the end of Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, he drank with too much confidence too soon.

Then he saw a strand of dark hair fall infront of his face. Pop, pop! The buttons on his jacket began popping off. He looked down and saw that his chest had inflated, like two Norsemen tumors had began growing out of nowhere. They continued ripping the buttons off until he saw... he saw... cleavage?

Pop the last button went, allowing him to breath normally again. He gasped for air. Instinctively he grasped towards his head, and he felt long strands of think hair. Next he grasped for his chest, it was soft and smooth. Out of panic he reached for his crotch, and was greeted by his biggest fear: nothing there.

Edward began panicking, again it became hard to breath. His gasp feminine, his chest pulling his body towards the ground. He felt lost. He felt helpless. He felt... he felt... powerful. A new surge of energy swarmed within his body, it was warm and lustful. All of sudden he knew what he became, he didn't know how, he just knew what happened. The Greek Goddess Aphrodite had given him a second chance of life, and with it a piece of her power. Edward grinned and opened the denim of his shirt. Soon his party was going to be here, and soon he was going to test out his new gifts.

A little too far

Aaron was beginning to think his fantasy was going a little too far. His girlfriend, Harley, and him were into some really kinky stuff, things that make Fifty Shades of Grey child splay in comparison.

Aaron and Harley had a rape fetish. Nothing turned Harley on more than the thought of being tied up and forced to submit to her lover in ways she could never think of. Aaron got hard thinking of physically forcing her to do twisted sexual acts. It was fucked up, it was dirty, and it was proof that the two of them were made for each other.

Overtime the fantasy got dry. Aaron began running out of ways to "kidnap" and restrain Harley, and Harley was beginning to get used to it all. Nothing was surprising her anymore. That was until Aaron found a way to swap their bodies.

Tonight was their first night in their new roles. Aaron the defenseless damsel who had no choice but to submit to her capture, and Harley the abusive abductor. It had started fine with Aaron being dragged off the couch and into the guest bedroom and being tied down and being forcefully penetrated in every hole in Harley's body. But as it went on Harley's true desires began to show. She tied her boyfriend up, duct taped his mouth shut and blindfold him and forced him into the back of the trunk. She drove across the city to a run down motel she had reserved earlier that day, and threw him onto the bed.

Aaron had never seen such raw desire in anyone's eyes, and he had never felt so desired before in his life. He was scared of what Harley would do with desire that strong, he wanted back into his old body before it got into his new one first.

Are You Sure? Part 2 - Fuck the guest!

Part 1

"Are you sure about this?" Jon asked Clyde.

"Oh I am more than sure," Clyde said revealing his cleavage. "I want you inside me right now." He began playing with his breast in front of his best friend.

Clyde and Jon's relationship had never been so close. It had been four months since the ghost of Clyde took over the body of Jon's trophy wife, Claire, and things could not have been better between the two friends. Jon had all but forgotten about how much of a gold digging bitch she was, and Clyde loved nothing more than being back in the land of the living. What Clyde never expected was just how much of a nympho Jon's wife was. These occurrences were hardly rare.

"But what about the guests?" Jon said attempting to suppress his erection.

"Fuck the guest," Clyde took his best friend's hand into his and pulled him towards his feminine body. "Fuck me!" Clyde wrapped his legs around Jon and began making out with him, moaning with every breath he took.

"I'm so fucking happy you're my wife!" Jon said pulling down his pants and penetrating his best friend. Clyde roared into an echoing moan, every time felt like the first time with Claire's vagina.

Question of the day: What part of the female experience excites you the most?

For me it has to be the sex. Oh and boobs, especially boobs.

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!)

RighteousFury

"Motherfucker!" The voice yelled on the other side of the headphones. It belonged to a player with the screen name RadBrad02, and it was squeaky and cracked often, he was probably around Blake's original age. "Fuck you, you little bitch! How the fuck did you even land that shot? You hacker cunt! I will fucking fuck your mom for that bullshit!"

"You wanna fuck me?" Blake said through the mic. There was silence on the other end, he always took joy out of guys online going quiet after hearing a woman's voice.

"Who the fuck are you?" RadBrad02 called out.

"I'm my mom," Blake's voice was calm and cool. "You said you wanna fuck me right?"

"No fucking way you are, I've played against RighteousFury before and I can tell you two things about him: he's a crybaby little bitch and he's definitely not a girl!"

"Things have changed since our last match Brad. So do you still you wanna fuck me? My offer still stands."

"Whatever, I'm muting you you cunt." The mic cutoff.

Blake couldn't hold in his laughter anymore, he let it all out. He finally got on Brad's nerves, and all it took was being his mom. That certainly made his day better, which had been a strange day already.

Hormones

See Part 1 of Harold's adventure here.

Nice rack, Harold thought admiring his mount's breast. I haven't seen a pair this perfect in so long!

"Are you okay Sid?" The young man next to Harold asked.

"I'm fine, just checking to see if I still have any tan lines." Harold looked up from his breasts into the young man's eyes.

There's something about hormones that can really override one's thoughts. No matter how powerful of a body hopper you are, male or female, hormones will always win. Harold was immediately struck by the young man's handsome looks, his jawline was so square and masculine. His eyes so blue and soft. And his body. His body was to Harold to what his mount's breasts were to the man next to him, it was so perfect and hard. Harold had never wanted a man inside him so much before in his life.

"You look fine," the man continued.

"Are you sure?" Harold asked?

"Yes, perfectly fine."

"Here, how about you check for me?" Harold told the young man's hand and placed it on his breast. "Take a peak, feel around, make sure there are no tan marks."

A little tent began to pitch inside that man's swim suit. His hormones began to override him. Harold felt the man's hands as they began caressing his breasts.

"Wait," Harold said removing the man's hands from his breasts. "Not here, how about we go somewhere a little more private?" He stood up, taking one of the man's hands and led him to a secluded part of the beach. They were both slaves to their body's hormones, and neither would like it any other way.