This is a bunch of my favorite Body Swap/Transformation stories from around the internet. All credit goes to the original authors, I simply just want to share my favorite stories with everyone In one collection.
I have my fare share of celebrity fantasies, but none of them compare to Chris Pratt. He has this sexy, funny, earthy air about him that gets me just instantly hard. For my birthday this year, I decided to take my fantasy to the next level. I found a spell book online, and if I did the spell properly, the website said whoever's picture I jacked off to after reciting it would fuck me for a whole day. My mind instantly went to Pratt, his beefy, sweaty body pressed up against mine, feeling the soft stubble of his beard as he kissed me deeply. Without thinking, I recited the spell and started shuffling through pictures of Chris Pratt, my dick growing harder and harder by the second. I finally landed on one where he was wearing a hot t-shirt, his muscles bulging out. I thought of his rough hands caressing me, his massive chest sliding up against my back as he inserted his huge cock into my virgin ass. I felt a familiar wave of pleasure hit me as I braced for the orgasm that was about to shake my body. I closed my eyes and heard a whooshing sound, and for a split second, I couldn't feel anything but wet hot pleasure all around me. This must be it, I thought, and opened my eyes. I was in an unfamiliar room, much bigger and much nicer than mine, and I was sitting on a big white bed facing the bathroom door. I must be naked, I thought, as I couldn't feel anything but calm, afternoon air up against me. When I tried to move, however, nothing happened. I tired to call out but my mouth seemed to be frozen in one position. What happened to me? I thought, which is when he walked into the room: Chris Pratt. Hot as ever, his chiseled, recently showered body practically shimmering as he sauntered towards me with that adorably dorky smile. "What's this?" he said with a little laugh, scratching his nuts underneath the towel around his waist. I tried to say something, anything, but I was still frozen solid. He picked me up like I weighed little more than a toy truck and fumbled me around in his hands. God, his hands, they felt so warm rubbing against the cold side of... whatever I was. He pulled a red ribbon off of the top of me, attached to which was a note. "'Dear Chris'," he began to read, "'sorry I couldn't be there for your birthday, hope this little guy will keep you company ;) love, Anna.' Awe, you didn't have to do that sweetheart!" He smiles down at me, that iconic, crooked movie-star smile that I'd beaten off to countless times. "Just give me a second to get ready," he said to me, tossing me onto the dresser. I rolled over to a small vanity mirror facing the bed and got a full look at what I actually was: Where my mouth previously sat, there were now two fleshy, round cheeks. At the center: a small opening that looked exactly like an asshole. The rest of me formed a long, clear tube that opened up at the face of the ass.
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I was a flashjack. The spell had turned me into Chris Pratt's flashjack. A flash of terror swept through me; this isn't what I asked for! I wanted Chris Pratt to fuck me, I thought, when I realized the word "fuck" can be loosely applied to anything, and I wasn't very specific when I read the spell. That damn spell, I thought, I swear when I get back home to my normal body, I'll find the bitch who wrote that spell and... "Are you ready?" I hear someone say from behind me. And I looked back through the mirror to see Chris Pratt standing behind me with a cocky grin and a bottle of lube in his right hand. With his left, he undid the towel around his waist and dropped it to the floor with a gentle thud.
