A Fair Trade (Art and Short Story)

Another little experiment - a short story, illustrated with a few pictures. Let me know what you think of the format. Hit the jump to read on.

Steamy Party (Short Story)

I hadn't done a short story in a while, so here we go. Plus a rushed little watercolour to go with it.

Tonight’s swap party was supposed to be me turning a page, but if I’d known I would end up feeling like this, then I would have stayed home to work on the Kant thesis I have due next month. It only hits me now that I’m lying under the sleeping body of Madison Coulter - one of the hottest girls on campus, and I’m thinking about some stinking old philosopher. It’s not that the sex wasn’t great, but when I came to this swap party to drink, party and screw in a male body, I didn’t expect that body to be my ex-boyfriend’s.

Quarantine Bonus Stories

I'm not sure if anyone who frequents here, also frequents the body swapping reddit page (link), but I've just discovered it, and if you're posting on there, great job. I'm loving being a spectator on your stories and RP's.

I've been inspired by the Quarantine/Lockdown based stuff on there (and really I wanted to make a little comment on it anyway) so I thought I'd write two short stories between shifts.

Story One: Dancing Around

Who could have predicted things would come to this when my wife wanted to sign up for ballroom dancing? I always had two left feet, but my wife, Victoria, was really keen to give it a shot. That's when our daughter's friend - Becky, suggested a solution: I swap bodies with her. She could combine her dancing skills with my body and help my wife win a bunch of competitions. 

A year later, we were going to need more space for all the trophies Victoria and Becky had won together. The swapping was weekly, so instead of constantly going to the bad part of town for new swap drugs, we ended up investing in a body swapping totem that Becky and I would touch to swap between our lives. 

The physical touch element of the totem never seemed to be an issue, until the COVID-19 lockdown was called! It's the end of the first week stuck in Becky's apartment, and I'm very concerned about what Victoria and Becky are up to at my home. I had to admit I was becoming jealous of their growing bond, but she was making Victoria so happy, I gave them permission to go down on each other for stress relief before competitions, but a week at home together, with their chemistry? I didn't like the sound of that.

The last time I was on the phone to Victoria, she seemed very distracted, unable to follow the conversation and then I realized Becky in my body had gone very quiet too. What were those two doing without me there, and once this is over, what am I going back to?

Story Two: Stopped In Your Tracks

ATTENTION ALL BODY SWAPPERS! ATTENTION ALL ILLEGAL BODY SWAPPERS! This is Police Captain Reggie Walters! It has come to the attention of the Department of Soul Exchange's attention that people are using the quarantine as a chance to steal the bodies of unwilling victims who cannot defend themselves due to the lockdown protocols. 

Reports are coming in from people of all ages who have had their bodies hijacked while being unable to leave their new location for fear of infection and breaking the law. If you are one of these rogue swappers: we will find you and we will stop you. Our department is working tirelessly to bring each of you to justice. This was not acceptable before the corona outbreak and it's certainly not acceptable now.

Just know I will come down on you with...with the full... full force of the ... law... sorry... my head's feeling... OH NO. NO! NOOOOOO!

Who the...? Where am I? That was a body swapping spell! Is this...is this a teenage girl's room? NO! AM I A TEENAGE GIRL? I knew the swapping community was growing more powerful but to steal MY body? To put me in this petite...horny... body? CURSE YOU SWAPPERS!

Cousins In The Car (A Short Story)

I hadn't done one of these in a while, so hit the jump for a short tale!

The Slow Swap (Short Story)

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Morning With Reagan (A Short Story)

I hoped that shutting my eyes would help. That somehow I would open them and things would be back to normal. Sadly, I’m wrong. I look down at my body spread out on a bed not my own. Hair covers my thick muscular legs and a large, soft penis rests down against my left thigh. This is not the teenage girl I was yesterday. I want to reach out and touch myself, but these new fingers of mine just feel strange and swollen – so much thicker than my real hands.

I’m so absorbed in my own thoughts, it takes me a moment to register that I’m not alone. A woman in a pale pink satin robe is gazing at me with equal parts lust and uncertainty. I know she’s got nothing on underneath the robe, as she threw it on after I freaked out a few minutes ago. Her name is Reagan, and she’s my best friend’s mother, but this new body of mine is seeing her in a very different way. A part of me wishes I hadn’t pushed her off me when I found myself here in this man’s body. The slurping noise was the first thing I heard, then the sensation coming through my crotch. Looking down and seeing Reagan wide eyed, gazing up at me with those thick lips wrapped around a cock that was somehow mine. As good as it felt, I still freaked out and pulled her off my dick, the suction of her mouth gripping to every ridge of my manhood as I tore her away.