Seeing the world one swap at a time.
That was the tagline for Bodyswap Business Services, or BBS. Or at least that was the tag used to advertise their to recruit recipients - the people who offered up their bodies as possible swap options. For their customers - who paid to temporarily body swap with someone on the otherside of the world to save on air travel and other expenses - BBS had a different tag that was some bullshit about getting where you needed right away. Long distance bodyswap was the super-mega-gold-cadillac-premium of business travel. Given the niche market and high price tag, things rarely went wrong.
But rarely wasn't never.
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Navigating through to his buddy's apartment past several suitcases in the entryway. Larry hadn't seen Jack in over a month, but he knew he wasn't exactly going to be seeing the Jack he knew today either. Larry knew just what to expect, but he still managed to be surprised when he finally saw Jack in his new body. "Woah!" He said, staring at the beautiful black girl. "So how was Nigeria?"
"Oh Nigeria was great." Jack - now a gorgeous black woman - answered sarcastically. "Fun foods to eat, sites to see, everything. The shit part was having to fly back here looking like this because the woman who's supposed to be in this body got drunk in my body got in a car crash and ended up in a fucking coma."
"I know man." Larry had already exchanged more than a few texts with Jack about what had happened, "Did BBS at least help out with the paperwork?"
"Yes, thank God!" Jack rolled his eyes, "They're still dragging their feet paying out the insurance money though. Apparently the policy paid THEM, and now they're trying to work something out with this woman's family before they give me a single fucking penny! As if this woman even had a fucking family! An only child whose parents passed, she was a workaholic CEO who was so tightly wound that the second she was in my body she just fucking let loose! Did you know the hospital told me that my body - in addition to being in a coma - had three fucking STDs? THREE!"
"That sucks man-"
"Do you have any idea how fucking hard I worked to stay healthy and in shape so that people would want to pick my body?! How my effort it was keeping a tidy apartment so people who swapped with me would have a nice place to stay while they were in my body? Do you have any idea how many times I could've done crazy fucking shit in the customer bodies I ended up in, but didn't? I was a fucking platinum status recipient for BBS, and now that's all fucking gone and they're treating me like I'm just some whiny PoS contractor!" Jack was really fuming now.
"You really never did anything crazy in all those bodies you occupied?" Larry asked.
"No! And it's not that I wasn't fucking tempted, I was just a fucking professional with fucking self-control!"
"Really? Nothing? Like - you didn't even play with those boobs?" Larry asked more pointedly. "Or any other tits really. This isn't your first time being a woman, right?" Larry guessed. Jack didn't normally talk about his work. Something about confidentiality agreements. He wasn't even supposed to text anyone he knew while he was swapped.
Jack blushed, his anger dissipating suddenly, "I said I didn't do anything crazy." There were stories of people swapping back and discovering they had, like, a Barbie doll shoved up their ass and shit, but they were mostly just rumors. Any recipients who did shit like that would get downvoted and/or fired from BBS immediately, and any customers who did so would get banned and possibly sued.
"So you didn't, like, just go to fucking town on yourself?" Larry thought he might've if their roles were reversed. Even now he was getting half a chub just glancing at Jack's new tits.
"This body?" Jack responded, "No. This woman's got no fucking friends or personal life. I don't know if she's a virgin or what. If I were to damage something down there-" Jack made a throat slitting gesture, "There goes my status. Or, well, it would have gone..."
"That body." Larry caught on the distinction, "What about others?"
"Well... one time I came to in a woman's body and found she had a vibrator in her purse and a note telling me to use it. Apparently she thought it was kinky." Jack shrugged a little, avoiding eye contact. "And yes, before you ask, I did. And yes, before you ask, it felt good."
"Cool." Larry said, his half chub growing to at least three-quarters just thinking about it, "But I guess you've never... sex?"
"No." Jack blushed.
"Do- do you want to?" Larry asked nervously.
"Yes." Jack answered in a tiny voice. He'd know that was where this was all going ever since he called Larry up and asked him to come over. Part of that had just been so he could vent his frustration, but a bigger part was to do with the fact that Jack was extremely horny. Like, WAY more than usual when he turned into a woman, which was already quite a bit as a baseline. He'd scoured the apartment of the woman whose body he now possessed looking for a vibrator or something so he could convince himself it would be OK to take care of those urges, but he hadn't been able to find anything, which meant he'd spent weeks revved up and forcing himself not to do anything about it. Then he found out about what had happened to his body and had temporarily fallen out of the mood as he passed through various stages of anger and grief over that. On his flight home though, it really hit Jack just how he'd be settling in to a new life in this body. That was when that mood had returned with a vengance...
"Oh fuck! YES!" Jack moaned as he bounced on Larry's cock. It felt better than he'd ever dreamed it would. "Oh yes! GOD! I love it!"
When they changed positions and Larry took over, Jack found himself in a state of bliss unparalleled to anything he'd ever felt as a man. He craddled his bouncing breasts just laid there feeling like a blob of jiggly flesh with a hole designed to be used like this. He came and his eyes rolled back in his head.
He was still coming down from it when he heard Larry grunting.
Only slowly did Jack realized what Larry had just done. "Oh shit." He gasped, "You better not have just gotten me pregnant." Jack shivered a little. He was still pulsing from his orgasm, but something about the idea of getting knocked up was... kinky. For a professional bodyswapper like himself, what he'd just done was just about the ultimate taboo.
"Oh shit! You're not on-"
"No." Jack sighed, "Fuck it, I'll deal with that later. I gotta fucking find a place to live and get packing. I can't afford to keep living here if that insurance won't be coming through anytime soon."
"Well you could always live with me. What're your thoughts on blowjobs in place of paying rent?" Larry laughed, "Joking. But seriously, you can crash with me for a bit if you need sometime to get back on your feet. And if you want to do this again... you're really fucking hot Jack...ie."
"No one's called me Jackie since I was like six." Jack laughed. "Thanks man. I'll think about it."
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And Jackie did, and ultimately decided that blowjobs for rent wasn't such a bad deal.
After all, who'd say there was anything strange about a woman sucking her baby-daddy's dick?