Body Swap Story Part Three

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“Or you can forget about this and the life that was given to you. The choice is yours.”

“No!” he cried, desperate at the thought of losing the power he had tasted.

“Then, my pet, we must make sure the body is yours.”

Reese ate mechanically. She was starving, but she couldn’t seem to taste the food. Not that fast food burgers and fries were especially tasty to begin with, but this was cardboard in her mouth. Still, her belly demanded sustenance. And she couldn’t go home, not yet. She had to calm herself. Now that she was returned to her body, it felt off. Something about her was changed, and she couldn’t quite tell what that something was.

Her phone buzzed on the seat beside her. Will’s name appeare don the screen and she snatched it up to answer. Maybe she could stay with him for a couple of days? That would help her in avoiding her brother at least.

“Hey, babe,” Will began. She could hear the smile in his voice, and that bought a sympathetic smile to her face, too. Will could help her, and maybe things would be alright after all.

“Will. I’m glad you called.”

“Me, too. Youw ere really something before.”

“Before?” A sick dread knotted her stomach.

“Earlier today. Or did you forget already? You were in a modd, that’s for sure.”

“Yeah, I was a little hungover. Remind me, what did we do?” She closed her eyes,s teadying herself with deep breaths.

“What did we do? Are you kidding? I was calling to se eif youw anted to do it again. I mean, you can dial back the bitchiness, but you felt amazing.”

Now her stomach not only knotted, it twisted and she was sure she would vomit up the cardboard burger.

“are you telling me we fucked?”

“Do you really not remember? You should be hungover mor eoften, then. It was amazing, baby.”

He said more, but Reese didn’t hear. She ended the call and dropped the phone between her legs. That was the feeling, she understood. The difference in how her body normally felt. Her pussy had a used feeling, something she had not earned. The invasion of her body took on a new, humiliating aspect. She’d lost her virginity and never had the opportunity to enjoy it.

She screamed, pounding on the wheel, vowing that she would get even with Terry. Somehow. Now, all she could do was cry.

She didn’t return home until after one in the morning. Terry waited up for her, listiening for the door to open. He made sure the lights were off and he remained very still. She had to believe that everyone in the house was asleep, including Terry. He heard the lock turn on her door, which was no issue. All that took was a narrow bit of wire with a flat edge to turn the mechanism inside. He breathed deeply, simulating the sounds of sleep. Perhaps she would stay up all night and his plans would be subverted, but Mag assured him she would sleep. He wasn’t sure how far her influence reached beyond the amulet, but she suggested that, now that the door was opened, she was able to influence more than the wearer of the amulet.

He waited until her room was silent for an hour. Given the reward, he could remain quite still, lulling Reese into a sense of safety. Once the hour was passed from the last noise he heard from her room, he rose from the bed, the squeaks of the springs like metallic shrieks in the quiet of his room. Once on his feet, he paused again, listening until he was sure the only sound he could hear was his breath and the beating of his own heart.

The next step was the bottle on the nightstand. Three pills should do it. He swallowed them down without water. Once done, he opened the door of his bedroom and moved to Reese’s door. He tested the knob and found it locked, just as he expected. The key was in his pocket and he fumbled for a moment for it to catch on the lock before turning. He was now free to enter her room, but he waited.

His eyes drooped and his body took on a leaden feeling. The pills were starting to do their thing. If he waited any longer, he might collapse outside Reese’s room, and that would never do. He was close to his goal, and he would not let his hateful flesh prevent him. Soon, he would be in possession of his true self.

The floor creaked under his weight, but reese did not stir. Whether that was the influence of Mag or her natural exhaustion ould not matter. All that mattered was that she was still while he removed the amulet from his front pocket. His fingers threatened to betray him. He nearly dropped the thing, and he was growing unsteady. Maybe he should have acted before now, but it was too late to second guess his dosage or how long he waited. The die was cast.

A breath, using sheer will to make his hands do what he wanted. He extended his arms, the amulet held between his hands. Reese was still, the body he desired with its head turned slightly to his right, her mouth open, soft breath moving past her lips. Her blond hair was in a ponytail. Soon, it would be his again.

When the amulet hovered over Reese’s face, he made a final lunge. She woke just as the amulet’s chain found the back of her neck and the weight of the amulet settle don her chest.

“What-?” she started to ask, and then there was the sensation of falling, hurtling from her known self into darkness. In that darkness, she would have sworn she heard laughter, and then she was looking down at herself.

Terry’s eyes popped open as he gained control of his sister’s body once more. He rolled away, hand covering the amulet before his sister could think to rip it free.

“Terry,” his sister said, only it was his lips that moved. He saw how heavy-lidded her eyes were inside his flesh, how she struggled even to speak.

“Whatever do you mean? I’m Reese.” He laughed, the sound of his high, feminine voice music to his ears.

“The fuck did you do to me?” she slurred, staggering away from the bed, then back again, weaving like a drunkard.

“I gave myself a little cocktail. A going-away party of sorts. See, I ain’t going back, Terry. Being me is way too much fun.”

Reese fell to her knees, leaning hard on the bed. It was becoming difficult to think. The world swa shrinking into something faraway, seen through a pinpoint.

“You are a fucking loser, Terry, and you always have been.”

It was the last thing Reese heard before she was gone completely.

Driving in the dark feels like stolen time. The roads were empty, lights whipping by like the tatters of dreams quickly forgotten on waking. Terry was in Reese’s car, driving nowhere in particular. She only wanted to be away, for the amulet to be out of his sister’s reach.

Seeing himself on the floor, the sedatives he’d squirreled away from a surgery taking over as consciousness fled his old body’s eyes, it was as if he was disposing of an old skin. Molting. That’s what it was called when a snake shed its skin for a new one. That’s all he’d done, really. Shed his old skin for something new and better. Itw asn’t like his sister was taking advantage. A woman in possession of a body like this could do anything. Fuck who theyw anted, coerce and cajole into any place. It was Terry who finally had the courage to give up Reese’s virginity.

‘Fuck that,’ he thought, ‘my virginity. I’m more Reese than she ever was.’

A happy little pulse issued from the amulet, making his pussy quiver. He wanted to get fucked again, but Will wasn’t answering. The pulsing of the amulet created a new urgency. He pulled the car off the road, circling behind a fast food place that was closed already. Even the late night workers were gone home.

He wore only a pair of white shorts and a blue top. And some matching blue heels. She wasn’t all that bright, but reese had some style, and Terry apparently inherited a taste for fashion when he took over the body. He looked like he was headed for some summer beach party.

The only entertainment he wanted in the moment was some satisfaction for his hungry snatch. He let the engine idle. Something about the rumble of the engine added to the happy thrumming at the center of him. His breath hitched when he slipped fingers beneath the waist of the snug shorts and followed a trim line of hair down his pelvis. His eyes fluttered. Hot velvet rested just inside his stolen labia, slick and wet. He parted his lips with two fingers and moved his other hand unde the shorts to follow the slick seam of his pussy. His legs spread involuntarily, opening wide to beg for more with his body while he teased himself. He kept the slow pace,e xploring the limits of this ne wbody. How long could he lanorously rub himself before he had to have his satisfaction.

While he stroked himself, he was aware of the aching in his nipples. He wante the sucked so bad, to have some simp begging for a taste of him. They needn’t know how nice it was to be use. It would be their privilege to touch him, to please him.

The amulet pulsed again, rewarding him for such delicious thoughts. And that addition to his already-electric body was enough to send his fingers inside, pumping the wet hole, his thumb hammering on his swollen clit. It was nothing like being a boy and everything he ever wanted. Let Reese be confined to quick climaxes while he savored the full-body meltdowns and the tremors that ran through him after. His feet were on the dash, legs opened for his hands while he fucked himself into a blissful oblivion. When he came, it was an eruption, a cosmic blast. And he panted, his head thrown back on the seat’s shoulder, chewing his puffy bottom lip while he rewarded himself with warm strokes.

His heart rate slowed as is feet returned to the floorboard of the car. Removing his fingers from beneath the waist of his shorts, he was struck by the smell of his lust. This was his smell, now, his musk. That thought was again rewarded by a throb of pleasure from the amulet.

He would need to believe Reese’s body was his without doubt before he could claim it for good. And that meant he had to do something drastic. Something that would make this body his own in a way that could not be denied. And that’s when he got the idea. A tattoo. Something permanent, a mark that would convince even Reese that she no longer controlled her flesh.

Another throb form the amulet, this one enough to erase any lingering doubt about the plan. It was still before dawn, but she supposed there were twnty-four hour tattoo parlors, even in a small town lik this one.

Reese woke slowly, her face plastered to the top of her sheets. Just a few hours ago, she slept fitfully in that bed. Now, she was once more banished to her brother’s body and lost. He could be doing anything right now, and be anywhere. A text message from Ash at the sorority made it clear that Terry burned some bridges there while using her body. She could call Will, but he’d want more of the oversexed Reese he met the day before. The notion of her brother fucking her boyfriend was still a bit too much to unpack, so she put that in a faraway room in her mind and slammed the door shut on that one.

She would not take this lying down, not anymore. There was no clear path forward, not yet, but she had to do something besides wait around in her brother’s room waiting for him to return so she could once more wrestle the amulet away from him. And if there was an answer to this problem, perhaps it wa sin his room.

Terry’s bedroom smelled of boy – sweat and probably the lingering aroma of spent semen. He was the kind of loser who spent all his sexual energy jacking off instead of finding a real date. While the venom in her mind felt good, she also chastened herself that it was probably that kind of attitude that led Terry to stealing her corporeal form.

Sifting through the random garbage on his shelves and dresser tops, Reese found a wadded bit of paper from a place called Merlin’s Cauldron. It sounded like the kind of nerdy Wiccan place Terry would hang out in. And it would be the likeliest spot for him to have found the amulet. He surely did not make it himself. That would be her first stop, then. After a shower.

Even naked under the hot water, the body felt awkward and overly large. While she cleaned herself, her hand held her cock. For the first time, she explored the body she wa strapped within, and found that running her closed fist along the length of her cock created an intense focus right at the center of her. No wonder there was common isdom about men thinking with their dicks. Now that hers was hard and eager, it was as if all focus found a home there in that erection. She retained her loose grip and stroked it.

Holy shit! That was delicious. It wasn’t like the need for build and release like in he rold body, this was immediate and primal and urgent. Not that female masturbation wasn’t satisfying, but jerking off was incredible. And so efficient! She squirted her seed right down the drain. And what followed was an intense sense of euphoria and clarity. The confusion surrounding her predicament and next steps coalesced into an actual plan. And even, dare she think it, hope.

In addition to the ease of orgasms, Reese was also pleasantly surprised by how quickly it took to go from shower to fully clothed and presentable to the outside world. Her brother’s wardrobe was mostly a collection of jeans and hoodies and graphic tees, but she cobbled together an outfit she wasn’t ashamed of from those ingredients.

Having to rely on the bus pass on Terry’s bureau was less appealing, but she resolved to make the best of it until she could get some answers in this curio shop where, she hoped, Terry obtained the amulet in the first place.

The shop was a real hole in the wall, with cardboard boxes filled with books and curiosities still stacked against the walls. Ethereal music played from a speaker somewhere, setting the mood for the occult shop. To complete the look of the place was its current attendant, a tall woman with black hair shot through with bright purple and a tattoo obscured by fishnets under a tartan skirt. The black tee she wore showed off small but proud breasts and a silhouetted witch stereotype on the front set against a pot leaf that read WITCHES DO IT WITH HERBS.

“Hey,” she said upon Reese’s entrance, “I was hoping you’d come back. I hate to be a bad gifter, but I was wondering if I could buy that amulet back off of you?”

“You sold it to him?”

“Him?” The attendant looked thoroughly confused.

Reese advanced, forcing the taller woman to take an unconscious step back.

“Yes, him. Terry. My brother. Who used some kind of necklace to swap bodies with me, and I feel insane for even saying those words out loud. But that’s what happened and I want you to fix it.”

“It worked?”

“Yeah, it did. And now I’m stuck in this guy body while he’s out doing God-knows-what with mine. Thanks to you, I’m no longer a virgin, and I didn’t even get to enjoy it.”

The attendant sat heavily on a wooden stool behind the counter, fingers covering her lips.

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah, ‘oh, shit,’ is right. Now cast a spell or whatever you have to do to make this right. And if you can’t do it, call the manager. Or the owner. Or a coven.”

Distractedly, the woman said, “I’m Raven, I’m all of the above. Except the coven part. And I wish it was that easy. I am so sorry. You have to believe me; I had no idea what the thing was when I sold it to your brother.”

Reese heard most of it., but there was one bit that stuck out. “What do you mean you wish it was that easy?”

“After your brother took the amulet, I did some follow-up. And, yes, I should have rea dup on it before, but it’s not like I ever believed that something really dangerous could happen. What we do is all good vibes and shit. Not real Hogwarts magic. I didn’t believe the amulet ould actually swap bodies any more than I believe I could ride a broom to work.”

“What did you find out?” Reese crossed her arms. It was odd not to feel breasts on her chest. To be honest, it wasn’t so bad. As much attention as her tits brought her, they were an awful lot of trouble, too.

“If it’s the thing I rea dbaout, the amulet is a sort of door that allows a particular demon to have some influence on the human world. Here.”

Raven opened a book on the table. The spine of it creaked when she opened it. It was huge, with gold leaf pages and a musty smell. If real spells existed, one could believably be scrawled in the pages of this book. Reese sidled up to Raven to read beside her. The woman’s height was more pronounced this close. Whether it was idle curiosity or an effect of wearing the male body, the nearness of Raven and the rich scent of her was stirring something in Reese’s pants.

“It’s called Magaera, and I guess it’s more of a demoness than a demon. The story is that she was born male, rose to such heights that the Devil himself felt threatened, and so made Magaera a girl demon instead of a boy demon, thus weakening her power.”

“Sexist prick.”

“Right? So Magaera now has a real hardon for swapping the genders of humans she contacts. Here’s the bad news. The change she creates is temporary, and the target has to be wearing the amulet. But only until the new owner of the body believes, even fo one second, that he or she owned the body all aalong. Basically, your brother has to believe he is really you and always has been for a split second, and then he is you. Well, the you that he is when he has your body. This is all really confusing.”

“Easy. He’s never really going to believe he’s me. I mean, look at him,” Reese said, stepping away from the counter to offer Raven a look. The dark-haired woman gave a look that was as appreciative as it was evaluating.

Again, something stirred in Reese’s pants and she was very aware all of a sudden that her dick was getting hard. She quickly pressed against the counter again, unintentionally pressing her cock against its surface. That drew another flash of dull pleasure and she reminded herself that this body went to extreme horniness in an instant.

“You’d think it would be impossible. Remember he’s under the influence of an ancient gender-swapping demon who wants to see you suffer and him corrupted.”

“This is crazy.”

“Just saying, if things don’t go our way, you could always go femme.” Raven blushed some, and Reese found the crimson cheeks set against milky skin fetching.

“Uh, thanks, I guess. I’m not really planning on being in this body much longer.”

“Offer stands. I can do a hell of a makeover.”

Reese battled more of that flustered sexual energy and cleared her throat. “So, what do we do to get me back?”

“First, we have to find your brother.”

The tattoo shop was cleverly called No Egrets, and it was five hours after Terry entered that his time in the chair was almost up. The artist was a guy with thick forearms, tatted up, naturally, and a bushy mustache that could use some trimming. He was in his thirties, long hair pulled back in a sandy ponytail. When Terry entered, flaunting Reese’s body in his post-orgasmic haze, he thought she might be drunk. But she wasn’t drunk, just kind of a bitch. A hot bitch, he decided, but a bitch nonetheless.

She spent forever going through the binders of art, looking for that perfect tat. And what she decided on was one of the laziest choice in his opinion, but the credit card went through, so he was willing to allow a little attitude. And there was her body if his grace faltered. He wasn’t too tired after working the night shift to enjoy seeing a hot twentysomething lying on her belly, her tits pooled beneath her chest, while he worked and the plane above her ass to deliver another quality tramp stamp. Hers was mostly a lot of flowery design and script swoops with the word SLUT emblazoned on the small of her back. Rory was just about done, and was running through the list of care instructions while dabbing away beaded blood from the design. It wasn’t his most elaborate work, but it was precise and looked as good as any declaration of slut-hood could given the request.

“Yeah, yeah,” the hottie said, waving away his instructions. He supposed that entitlement she expressed was what came with looking like she did. “I won’ o out in the sun without sunscreen on it and all that. Is it done?”

“Yeah,” Rory said, scooting his rolling stool away from the tattoo table where the college girl lay. “And I can touch it up some if it starts to fade on you.”

Rory angled a mirror fixed to an arm so the clients could see their backs without breaking their necks. A pretty smile broke on the girl’s face. She was heartbreaker, this one.

“Perfect. I was wondering,” she said, sitting up on her perfect ass and crossing legs at the knees. Her lower legs swung girlishly off the side of the table. “I don’t suppose you have any alternate payment plans?”

“Look,” he started, hands held up to warn off any more talk of payment plans, “we ran your card, it cleared, and I don’ do laywaways, especially after the ink is on.”

“That’s not what I meant, you silly man.”

She slid from the table in a single fluid motion. She closed the distance between them, only a few short feet, in a hypnotic sway of a walk. Her head was downturned and the smile she wore had turned quite knowing.

When she reached him, she settled onto her knees. Her hands ran along the top sof his thighs, clad in faded and ripped jeans. And she kept her head aimed down at the floor until she was entirely between his legs. Only then did she look up at him, catching his gaze and holding it.

“I was thinking I might give you an extra-special thank you for doing such a good job. And maybe you’d want to thank me right back.”

“I don’t know what you’re thinking, but this isn’t how we do things here.”

“People always tell me that,” the sexy blonde said with a coy lilt, “and somehow I always get what I want.” One hand followed his thigh to the bulge between his legs, now quite hard and trapped beneath a layer of denim and cotton briefs. She worked his wide black belt open and Rory considered making her stop, but a girl like this didn’t come along every day. She might be a bitch, but she was a bitch about to give him a free blowjob.

Her slender fingers next unbuttoned the fly of his jeans and unzipped him. When she reached into his briefs to free his cock, her eyes popped wide along with that reveal, as if she’d done a kind of magic trick not even she suspected. Her blue eyes were crossed as looked at the tip.

“Look what a nice big cock you have. Bad boy for not telling me sooner.”

He groaned. Her hand was around his shaft, squeezing and releasing at teasing intervals. And her pretty mouth was inches away from the head of his rod. He felt the motor of his sexual need roar to life and obscure his thoughts. The way she was manipulating him, he was going to need release. Already his balls shrank against his body while his cock ached and throbbed.

“You want me to suck that big cock of yours, Mr. tattoo Man?”

“Fuck yes,” he admitted. “Or I’m going to have to fuck that tight pussy of yours.”

She released her grip on his member only to smack it. Playful, but hard.

“Bad boy. Reesey doesn’t fuck strangers. Much. But she does want a little discount on that tat. Maybe if my big strong man could give me a discount, I could show him how grateful I was.”

The swelling of his gland and the snowballing of his lust since this girl sat up on the table had his mind foggy with his need to cum. The sad reality of malehood, he knew even through this haze, was that once the urge to cum has arisen, it rarely subsides without satisfaction. And what would a few bucks be compared to the story this would be when he regaled his friends later?

“Yeah,” he growled, “I can give you a discount.”

“If-?”

“If you suck my cock, I can give you a discount.”

“Good boy,” she grinned.

God those lips were incredible. Soft and full and wet. He wanted them sealed around his dick.

“And I want your hands at your sides. No touching unless I say so.”

“Yes,” he agreed quickly.

“Good boy,” she repeated. “Now we can make you feel nice and drained. I want to drink your cum, baby. You think you can give me some?”

“Oh yes,” he sighed. Rory gripped the edges of the stool beneath him, securing his ahnds and giving somewhere for the building energy to go.

“No breaking the rules or I get to keep the discount and you go home with blue balls.”

“Yes,” he said.

Now that the balance of power was firmly set, the girl circled his base with her fingers and held him by the root. Her eyes remained upturned, a pixie look of corrupted ionnocence on her face as she opened her mouth and drew his tip to her lips. She swallowed the fat head of him and released with a slurp, a line of saliva connecting his dick with her mouth. She looked pleasantly surprised by the first taste, and now she descended for more. This time she took him to his half his length, her mouth holding him for an instant before he slid free again. She waggled his cock in her fist and giggled. Then she swallowed him again, even deeper than before, and only then did her eyes lose focus on his as they rolled up in her head. The teasing, tentative slavo was done, and now this young woman, this slut, was taking him deep, stroking his shaft between her attempts to swallow him as deeply as she could muster. And that tongue! She was expert with it, following his veiny flesh, flicking across the tip. The wet sounds of her lips’ release of him and then the stroke and then another embrace of his cock with her pouty mouth. Faster, deeper. She was perfect.

“Oh shit,” he hissed. That familiar feeling of his balls tightening, ready to squeeze out their load, came upon him. “I think I’m gonna cum.”

She giggled at him, which made him feel small somehow. She was clearly in control, and that turned him on a little, too. She held him by the base of his dick and stroked him fast while her mouth and lips and tongue did their dance over his sensitive flesh. He tensed, his body on the precipice of his eruption. He was sure she would release him, but she didn’t. When he came, she sealed those pouty lips around his pole and drink him down. The very wantonness of the act drained him fully, both his balls and any reason he had left.

She released him from her mouth’s grip when there was no more cum to squeeze from him. She stood, swiping at her knees to clean them.

“That was a good one, wasn’t it?” she teased. “Maybe you don’t need to charge me at all. Maybe a cocksucking like that more than pays for a silly tattoo?”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, tucking his dick into his briefs and jeans again. “Yeah, that was amazing.”

“Good boy. I’ll let you know when I need a touch-up. And I’m sure you’ll be happy to be paid in my special way again.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled.

The girl was halfway out of the parlor by the time he said it, waggling her round ass and showing off those creamy thick thighs. He would scold himself for the bad business decision later. Then, he merely let his head fall back to stare up at the ceiling and savor that gorgeous sensation of having recently cum and cum well.

Terry wiped his mouth with the door of No Egrets slipping shut behind him. He was trying to make sense of his new behaviors will riding the highs of the experience. There was no questioning of his sexuality in blowing the tattoo artist. He simply used his sex as a way to get what he wanted. And he had to admit the feeling of a cock in his mouth wasn’t half bad. Especially when it was attached to a man he was controlling. That was the real charge. Controlling those around him. And with his body, he could do as he wished with just about anyone.

The pulse of the amulet was another reassurance. And now he could hear his companion Mag more clearly. She spoke to him, whispered to him, encourgaed him. It was Mag who suggested she ask for not just a discount, but a free tat for the enthusiastic head he was given.

More, she said.

Become this.

He would. He never wanted this feeling to end.

The plan was a simple one, and it was a long shot. Reese and Raven put their heads together and found no magical solution for the problem. By all their reading, Magaera was simply too powerful. The only way to stop her was to somehow convince Terry to stop her. He was the key to it all. Unfortunately, given his recent behaviors of slipping Reese a tranquilizer and performing whatever lewd sex acts he could manage, it didn’t seem as if Terry was particularly inclined to give up his host body.

Reese understood what led to this. She could list a hundred ways she had been effortlessly cruel and thoughtless with her brother. And she knew his life must have seemed very small compared to hers. While she was making friends and exploring a new world of freedoms in her college years, Terry’s world shrank. There were never any friends around, only people he chatted with while doing his gaming. Seeing Reese find a place in the world beyond the walls of their childhood home must have been frightening and infuriating for someone who could not do the same as easily. And so he had done the easy thing. In lieu of creating his own life, he stole one already being lived. And gave it a new and cruel direction.