When I swapped with Jason it was to escape my own body. I knew I could be him, we’d been dating for years and lived together, I knew his life inside and out. And I desperately wanted to be him, he was attractive, well hung, and successful. The trick was getting him to want to be me so it didn’t all blow up in my face.
I had one week with the spell that I’d found to seal the deal. It should have been easier than it’d turned out to be. Half the reason I wanted to swap was because of how horny I always got around him, I hated he had so much power over me even as I desperately loved him. The fact that he could eat dairy, didn’t have to worry about being alone at a gas station pump, could workout at night, didn’t get periods, and had great genes for being healthy didn’t hurt.
The swap happened over night. I made sure to give him (and myself) one last fuck to remember manhood(and my womanhood) by and we fell asleep in a mess of messy bedsheets and each others arms.
When I woke up the difference was immediately noticeable. I was hard and horny, my new cock was resting gently along my own bodies ass crack. Each firm butt cheek squeezing my length. I rocked gently and my body moaned. My hand tested against my old leg and I ran it up to my hip and gripped it and pressed more firmly, the pressure present new pleasure to me.
With a tip he woke up and shot out of bed. My breasts looked great from this angle, my well landscapes pussy glinted with wetness and crust of our love making the night before.
I played along and acted startled for the morning. We we through the motions and I went to work. After masturbating into the sink in the bathroom I knew I’d made a good call. But the week began to slip by without so much as a hint of him being interested in his situation or curious to explore.
Every moment he was free he was looking things up online or pouting. The last day came and with it the last chance to seal the spell. I left for work, sad that everything might have been in vain. I decided to duck out early and hurry home to try my luck. When I opened the bedroom door there I was fingers rubbing the outside of my underwear hard.
He was surprised when he rolled over and saw me. “Um…. I… you… why…?” She managed around the gasp of what was clearly a missed orgasm. “What are you doing to me?!” I asked in feigned rage. “You’re body is so damn horny!!!”
“How long have you been doing this???”
“Everyday when you leave for most of the day. Im so embarrassed, i cant stop!”
I had him, time to reel him in. “All this time I’ve been resisting these insane urges in your body and you e been going to town in mine?? What the hell, Jason?!”
He looked down. I could tell through my bra she was still very aroused, she looked up, eyes dilated and lusting. “I could… help you with that maybe? You know… make it up to you…”
I smiled, “that might be nice…” I said, playing at shyness. He crawled over and unzipped my pants, one drop of cum willfully received is all it would take. With how hard and ready I was, it would happen any minute and this cock would be mine, and so would her pussy once she’d experienced what it felt like inside her…