An Unexpected Swap

It was random, to say the least. Stacy, just relaxing by herself in her backyard was transported to an indoor location in the blink of an eye. She looked around terrified until she saw this rather obese girl standing in the corner.

“Hello Stacy, remember me?” Stacy stood there speechless. “I’m Lydia, that girl you used to make fun of in high school. Stacy snickered at how much the whale she knew in high school had gained but she has seemed unphased by the insult directed towards her.

Laugh all you want, I teleported you here for a reason and that’s only gonna make it worse. Stacy stood there wondering what that could be or even how she got there in the first place but before she could even process a thought Lydia had walked up and pressed her gigantic belly against her.

In what seemed like an instant, the fat had sucked off Lydia and on to Stacy. “What the HELL! ” she screamed at the all too amused Lydia. “I don’t know if you thought I was just gonna take it and stand there but obviously that’s wrong. Before you can complain I’m gonna send you back, enjoy your new form!”

Lydia snapped her fingers and Stacy was back but she definitely was normal. She easily weighted 250 pounds now, all to the gut even. She found the extra weight and rolls uncomfortable but she was gonna get used to it. She was gonna need to talk to Lydia about fixing this...

It All Worked Out

It’s weird how things work out for certain situations. In this case, we end up with a happy mature woman.

The Role Exchanger is always wreaking havoc on the people it passes. Today it was gonna hit Tracy.

Walking home from work on a cold fall evening, a bright blue light passed her for what seemed like half a second. Other than a quick look around for where it came from, she continued to walk home.

By the time she had gotten to her door, she was exhausted. It bothered her because she makes that trip every day with ease.

When she opened the door and started to take off her clothes, she realized something was very wrong.

She used to be pale but now her skin looked tanned all over her body. Her tits were beginning to sag, and wrinkles covered her entire body.

Tracy ran upstairs and looked in the mirror for quite the surprise. She wasn’t herself anymore, or at least the proper age. There was a moment of silence before the scream but the sound of her boyfriend shutting the front door would took her mind off everything.

“Hmmmm. Maybe this can be a good thing”. She said as she started taking off her clothes.

Jake was just watching TV until the main feature walked in the room. With only a scarf for style and started showing off to her boyfriend. After a quick explanation, Jake’s mood had changed show how turned on he was.

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What did she get from the Role Exchanger:

-Increased Sex Drive from a slut
-The age of a 40 year old man
-The skin of a 25 year old woman

What a Pussy!

 So my boyfriend and I were walking down Main street, happy as can be.  I always considered him the toughest guy I knew.  I always paraded around town without a care in the world because my boy toy would always come to my rescue.

That was until he fought with this dork he saw looking at my breasts.  He grabbed him by the neck and basically picked him up.  He told the guy that if he ever saw him again he would not hesitate to defend my honour.  He was the perfect example of a real man, or so I thought.

All of the sudden we were waking up, both of us lying on the ground.  I couldn’t remember what happened to make us blackout so suddenly but I was so pissed.   I looked around for that nerd that Chad was messing with, but he was nowhere to be seen.  I got up quickly as to not look weak to the people that were walking around us on the sidewalk.  

“What the FUCK babe?  How did you let that little fag get the best of you?” I screamed.

“..I..I” Chad stammered.  “I’m sorry, I don’t remember wh…”

“And you let him knock out both of us?  I thought you were my knight in shining armour!”

“Well I still can be…” he muttered, his eyes now looking at his feet.

“Not if you keep acting like such a pussy!” I yelled.  

He was going to respond but I didn’t let him.  I just grabbed him by the collar and dragged him in the direction of the car.  I couldn’t stand being around such a faggot in public any longer.

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When we got home my boyfriend finally broke his silence.  

“Well I know we were trying to have a nice night out, but like, maybe we could have a nice night in bed…maybe…” he said, still unable to look me in the eyes.

I wanted to smack him for all the embarrassment he made me endure but giving him a good fuck was a good way to let my anger out.  I grabbed him by the collar and pulled him upstairs as my response.

I pushed him back onto the bed, and ripped my tank top off, jumping on top of my man, ready to ravage him.  We made out for a couple seconds, but I wasn’t really in the mood for foreplay.  I pulled down his pants down my jaw fell with it.  I totally forgot what a little clit he had going on down there.  I stifled a chuckle as I rolled over to my side of the bed.

“I thought you said we were going to… you know…” he muttered grabbing my shoulder.

I slapped his hand away.  “Yeah that was until I remembered about the tic tac you had between your legs”

That one stung as his face turned bright red.  Before he could even argue, I pulled off my panties and straddled him.

“What the fuck do you want me to do here?”  I asked bouning up on his rock hard one-incher.  “I mean even if we fucking tried I wouldn’t be able to feel shit”.  

I continued to bounce up and down, smushing his tiny little twig with my crotch.  His face got redder and redder as he got more embarrassed, and more turned on.

“I mean you may as well fuck me with your pinky finger, it would at least go inside me”

His eyes closed as he bit his lower lip.  He tried to mutter something to me but he only let out tiny feminine squeaks.

“Honestly you’re lucky I’m even dating you,” I said slapping his face.  “If you didn’t give good head, your faggot sissy ass would be out on the street so fast”.

I bounced up once last time and landed hard on his crotch.  My intention was for it to hurt but all I felt was his seed leak all over both of us and the bed.

“Ugh” I muttered, grossed out.  

I rolled back over to my side of the bed.  “Alright Chad, time to do your thing, there’s no fucking way I’m letting you be the only one to have an orgasm”.

“Aren’t you.. gonna c…” he began.

“Clean up?  That’s where you come in bud, I don’t need a shower to do that”.  

He didn’t argue.  He rolled over to my side of the bed and started licking his seed off my crotch.  I made him clean me completely before he could even start.  At least he was good for something.

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“He wasn’t good at enough things for me though” I decided, waking up the morning after.  Why lie next to this faggot when I have a perfectly good guy with a BBC, hitting on me every day from next door.  I deserved so much better than this wimp.

I wasn’t going to leave empty handed though.  I finished writing my break up note with lipstick on his bathroom mirror and saw that he was still passed out.  I took the opportunity to get one last little pic as I took off my panties and pulled down my skirt.

Working Man

Jan was sick of it.  It had been almost half a year and her lazy sack of a husband hasn’t even gone to a job interview.  When she had first met Craig they both had seemed perfect fits for each other.  They had the same interests, they were both attracted to each other and most importantly to Jan, they were both job-oriented.  Well, that was until he was laid off from his office job.  Now he’s more interested in his K/D in Call of Duty than getting another job.

Jan kept her hopes up as she continued her job as a nurse, she wasn’t super worried because she could support the two by herself.  Apparently so was Craig as each job didn’t quite ‘fit’.  The hours were either too long or the job was something he didn’t see himself doing until he retires.  He would always say something better will come along when lot’s of good paying jobs have passed him right by.

Jan had found herself venting her frustrations to the cashier at an antique shop one day.  Why couldn’t he just motivate himself?  How long was this going to last?  The lady behind the counter seemed to be on her side.  Well, that was until 20 mins later when she was still talking.

“What if I could give your husband your motivation?  Would that make you happy?” the woman asked a little annoyed.

“Well, of course, I’d love that but life doesn’t just work like that” Jan replied.

“Do you wish it did?”

Jan paused for a moment at the strange turn the conversation had taken.  “Sure, I’d love that.  Give me that and those fancy coasters and we have a deal”.

The woman smiled as she rung Jan’s purchase up.  Jan left feeling a little better after venting all her frustrations to that woman.  Arriving home and leaving the coasters on the coffee table Jan looked at the receipt she was given.  Apparently, she had boughten a wish too which made her chuckle.

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“Jan!” Craig yelled as he walked through the front door of his house.  He was distraught with the look of their living room.  He didn’t feel confident that the rest of the house looked any different.  “I’m home!”  

He put his briefcase down and hung up his suit jacket. He sighed as he walked through the house, numbering off the chores she forgot to do again.  She obviously didn’t do the laundry since it’s all over the floor.  That means she didn’t vacuum either.  Craig heard the TV and followed the sound to his bedroom to find Jan lying half naked on their bed.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.  I bet you didn’t even try to look for a job!” Craig shouted.

“It’s nice to see you too” Jan muttered.  “Sorry, it’s just there was a Gossip Girl marathon on and I needed to catch up.  Also, I did look for a little bit, there was just nothing that suited me”.  

Craig scrunched his nose as the smell of skunk filled his nose.  He noticed a couple fresh joint stubs in the ashtray beside the bed.

“Babe I’ve been sooo horny since this morning, I’ve been dying for a kiss on the lips” her right hand motioned down to her pussy.  “I even showered and shaved and shit”.

Craig shook his head and sighed.  He started walking towards the bed.  “If you think I believe the showered part then you’re crazy”.  He walked over to her sock drawer and grabbed out a dildo she had hidden away.  

“Catch,” he said tossing the toy over to her.  He quickly turned around and walked out of the room.  Jan was definitely going to be sleeping on the couch tonight.