Bodyswap, Possession, Termination Stories

2 in one I stole my mom's and friend's body

“I can’t believe it worked, I’m in my mom’s body!” I thought as I gazed into the mirror and stared at my mom’s adorable reflection.

Her girl’s weekend away would give me plenty of time to explore this curvy body, to experience life behind the eyes of a confident, mature woman. It’s the life I’d always been curious about, always dreamed of. And now I had my mom’s body alone for the weekend to enjoy at my leisure.

My fingers slipped across my sensitive skin and a gentle warmth filled my body…

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Includes a bonus story “I Stole My Friend’s Body”:

There’s never been anything between us, but tonight there’s something different. On a whim I hop into her body, overpowering her consciousness and exploring her body from inside…

deep inside.

She’s petite and beautiful…and she’s hiding a lot of secrets behind her wide eyed innocent demeanor.

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These two stories combined consist of over 12,000 words of explicit, red hot erotica.

The secretary looked up and smiled at me as I stepped off the elevator into my mom’s office.

“Hi, Tony,” she said.

The secretary, Viv, was a sharply dressed gray haired woman who looked to be in her early fifties. She had that pleasant “grandmother” vibe and a cheerful face, but I knew for a fact that she could turn hard as nails if she wanted to. She’d been arrested several times in the nineties for various protests before putting her energy to work on reforming the legislation rather than protesting the outcome.

“Hi, Viv,” I said, pushing my glasses up my nose. “Is my mom around?”

“She’s in with Kaylee.” Viv grimaced sympathetically, “Kaylee got kicked out of Senator Bryson’s office today and she’s a little shook up.”

“Oh,” I nodded. “I’ll wait.”

My mom’s office was usually staffed with two kinds of people: young, idealistic graduates who’d never had a door slammed in their face, and grizzled vets who wouldn’t hesitate to break down that door if it got them a face-to-face meeting with their legislator.

I took a seat in one of the threadbare chairs and slipped one hand into my pocket to make sure the little glass vial was still there. I was trembling with excitement and nervousness at what I was about to do. The wizened old man at the market had assured me the magic in the vial would work.

Finally my mom came out of the office, patting a young woman gently on the back. The young woman walked back down the hallway. My mom sighed.