The Curse

The Curse

That curse was serious business. It’s understandable that seems like a bit of an understatement but at the time, a threat from a nerd at school didn’t seem very intimidating.

Jessica being one of the hotter girls at her school, had her share of haters or admirers; it really depended on how she treated them and generally it was negatively.

After making fun of a fat kid for some obvious characteristics as well as his life in general, he placed a ‘curse’ on Jessica to see life through his eyes. The threat just seemed like another thing she could use as an insult back towards him.

She didn’t understand until later when she was trying out her favourite dress. Messing around a little with its position, she had noticed that her breasts had felt a little bit bigger. She popped them out of her dress as it wasn’t a negative addition and she wanted to inspect but what she saw was a lot worse. It was spreading…

She watched as the fat travelled down through her stomach and arms, slowly but surely adding at least another 150 pounds. She started to hobble back to her house to get some help from her mom but when she opened the door she saw something unexpected. It was a bedroom, but not hers. If was more of a complex bathroom, much less sophisticated than her mansion bedroom.

Scared, Jessica turned around to find that her exit was now replaced with a matching bedroom entrance, leading to her new townhouse home.

The transformation finished with the sexual organs, her clit extending all the way out to her now underwhelming 3 inch hard on. Her breasts sagged and her nipples shrunk as her still bigger breasts turned more into moobs.

Jessica didn’t really know what to say. Call and say sorry? She didn’t know because she would have to call her old phone number. Hundreds of questions ran through her head as she tried to answer the unanswerable question of how to transform back!

This Vacation Will Change Our Lives

“Chelsea!  I need you to be serious, and when I say serious, I mean hot!” Trisha said, annoyed that her friend wouldn’t take her seriously.

“Chill out girl!  I promised I’d go along with your little fantasy plan, but it’s still not gonna work.  I mean Body Swapping?  What is this, Freaky Friday?”

“Ugghhhh no!  This is our way of going on the spring break of our lives!  We’ll actually be making money considering the bodies we’re putting on the table, and since you lost your job and I get Jake to buy me things, it’s the only option we have”.

Trisha leaned in and set the timer on the camera for a fourth time, smiling happily, using her arms to emphasize her cleavage.  

“You honestly must think I’m the dumbest blonde in the world that something like this will work”, Chelsea groaned for the last time before giving off a half-decent smile.

Most people would probably be as skeptical as Chelsea.  When Trisha explained her plan it sounded like a crazy person.  She said she had found a very obscure site on the internet that could actually make attractive people money to go on vacation.  The catch?  They weren’t actually going to go anywhere.  They were going to swap bodies with some poor ugly saps in their desired countries.  Think about how lucrative a business that would let you rent a sexy body, could be?  

Chelsea couldn’t even argue after they received their $13,090 check between the two new bodies they would be inhabiting.  The cheque came with instructions of course as well as suction cup type devices to use the night of the swap.

Rules:

-The new inhabitants of a body may not interfere nor interact with anyone that knows the owner of the body.  (If broken, a fee of $1000 must be paid as compensation)

-You may not tell anyone, in your new or old body, about the swap.  (If broken, a fee of 2500$ must be paid as punishment)

-No swap will last longer than 3 days at a time.  (If broken, any earnings made must be returned, as well as a $5000 fee must be paid and a ban from our services will be applied).

-No Photo or video evidence may be taken, shared, sent or saved.  (If broken, a $1000 fee must be paid as punishment and a ban from our services will be applied)

-Most importantly, HAVE FUN :)

They had never seen a set of rules that seemed so serious and yet so comforting at the same time.  It was obvious they were set in place to protect hotties like them.  Who would want to try and steal or ruin an ugly person’s life?

The two laid next to each other in Trisha’s bed the night of the swap.  They had two suction cupped electronic devices to place on each side of their temples.  It was pretty hard to sleep considering what they were about to do.  Luckily the devices helped, as at exactly midnight, a slight electronic shock knocked the two out.

Call Me Daddy

One of my favourite captions of all time is called Feeling Festive.  It’s about a father that essentially humiliates his son over the fact that his girlfriend wanted to swap bodies with him and not her actual boyfriend. There’s something about the idea of being in this type of situation and how evil the parents and kinda the girlfriend is to him and how there is no real way out.  Just more embarrassment.

Here’s a link to the story: https://swappinggrounds.blogspot.com/2017/12/feeling-festive-5.html

I just realized that a 6th part was uploaded where the son actually does have sex in his mother’s body.  Personally, I found it better when he hated it 100% so I like to think that the story ends on part 5.

This is the first part as a preview

Anyways, I’ve been dying to try the idea myself so here is my ‘remake’ of the series.  Enjoy :)

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PART 1

“Hey, Erica?” I said walking into our bedroom to see her admiring herself in the mirror.

“Yes, honey?” She responded without taking her eyes off herself.

“Is everything okay?  You seem... Different... today”.

Her head turned slightly looking at me through the mirror.  She smiled, but it was different from the beautiful smile I came to know and love.

“Is this because I forgot about our dinner tonight?  I know we planned it a couple days ago... I’ve just been feeling a little different... this week.  I’ve been spacing out on a couple things, not just the dinner”.

I was concerned because it was two days ago but there was more.  She’d been passing on my romantic advances since today started, she forgot where she kept her keys.  It’s like she woke up today a completely different person.

I walked up to her and hugged her from behind.  I felt her slightly reflex from it so I stopped.  I sighed.

“You know if there is something bothering you, you can talk to me about it, right?”

She spun around to face me and grabbed my shoulders.

“Of course!  Of course, I know that it’s just... I’ve just been feeling off lately.  Give me a couple of days and you’ll see.  I’ll be back to normal in no time!”

She gave me a peck on the cheek and made her way to the door, saying she’ll meet me in the car.  I hope that’s the truth, it’s killing me on the inside that I could be pushing her away somehow...

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PART 2

I slammed the front door and made my way straight to my bedroom, which had become ‘Erica’s’ hiding place for the week.  The door was locked so I kicked it open.

“Holy crap Ben!  You could have just knocked!” she yelped, spinning around.

“Oh go FUCK yourself.  I’ve been beating myself up all week, thinking I did something to upset you, only to find that you’re not actually YOU!” 

She tried to say something but I continued.

“It’s funny how I called my father today about my parents anniversary next week and it was like he was learning about it for the first time!”

She once again tried to speak but I wasn’t gonna let ‘Erica’ defend herself.

“Just LEAVE!  I can’t believe you would swap bodies with MY wife and not even ask OR tell me, you fucking ASSHOLE!  Swap back NOW!”

Think Before You Wish!

“What seems to be the problem?” 

Nina jumped at the voice behind her.  She wasn’t expecting a friendly conversation during her quick stop at the convenience store.  She turned around to see an old man with a very genuine look of concern.

“Excuse me?” She replied softly.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.  You just seem down about something and I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help”.

“Oh”, Nina blushed.  “That’s very nice of you Mr...”

“You can call me Leonard”, he interrupted.

“Leonard”, she smiled.  “But I don’t really think anyone can cheer me up today”.

He smiled back.

“Well, I most certainly can’t if I don’t know what’s wrong”.

She paused for a moment.  She never really thought she would be talking to anyone about her problems, none the less a stranger, but the man seemed very nice.  The man used a cane to get around, looking around the age of 70 or 80.  His teeth were yellow, but the smile that he made was very comforting.

“Well...”, she began.  “I’ve been having some... problems with the way that I look.  I don’t feel very confident about myself anymore”.

“Well, I can reassure you right now that you are a very attractive young woman”, he replied.  

“It's...”, she paused again, questioning whether she should be talking about this with a stranger.  “My boyfriend recently brought up the topic of weight, and how I’ve gained some extra pounds since we started dating”.

“That doesn’t sound like a very supportive boyfriend to me but that’s just the world nowadays.  People can only really see their flaws, not what makes them beautiful”.

“I completely agree, which is why there’s no real solution to the problem.  I’ll never really be able to see myself as beautiful”, she sighed.  “Thank you so much for your concern, it’s nice to see there are real gentlemen left in this world”.

She turned around and was about to walk away when he spoke up again.

“Well, what if I COULD do something about that?” He asked.

Something's Wrong

I just couldn’t put my finger on it.  Ever since I woke up Diane has looked off to me.  It was a long night of partying, so long we didn’t even change out of clothes before passing out.  The last night was a blur.  I could only remember arguing with that faggot at the club but that wasn’t bothering me.

I followed her out onto the balcony.  She stared out towards the New York city skyline while I stared at her ass.  It was as firm as ever, nothing wrong there.  I walked up behind her and pinched her chest… or chest forms.  

I paused for a second.  That didn’t seem right.  My girlfriend had tits.  But when I really thought about it it was because she stuffed her shirt every day.  She had boughten these breast forms online to seem more realistic, they had perky nipples and everything.

I gave her a kiss on the cheek and she turned around and smiled.  

“Hows my man doing?” she asked.

That word repeated over and over in my head as I looked down.  She had a dick.  She had a penis.  Something about that seemed wrong, I could faintly remember the nights I spent having sex with her, throttling her tight pussy.  Just like before those thoughts washed away and everything became clear.  I remembered those nights wrong.  It was her that throttle my tight ass all those nights.  I can still remember how far she stretched me and how hard I came when she came in my ass.

I smiled thinking about those memories.  She really did have the perfect cock, I could stare at it for hours.  It was just smaller than mine so I didn’t feel weak but when she was erect I had more than enough length to handle.  It was the perfect ratio.

“Well Diane we have another two days in the big city, what should we do today?” I asked.

“Well I was thinking…,” she began as she walked up to me, kissing me deeply.

“…Maybe we should get to know this hotel room a little better”.  

She reached her hand down the back of my pants and circled her fingers around my anus.  My cock got hard before she even finished her thought.  I grabbed her dress and pulled her back inside, leaving all the odd thoughts and uneasiness behind me.