Body Swap Game Novels & Stories

and “the little best-friend cumdump we’re going to ruin for any other man.” They rotated like that for hours — every hole used, every combination. They made me ride two cocks at once (Jake and Tyler in my pussy together, stretching me obscene) while Mark fucked my throat. Cum-swapping became their favorite game: one would pull out of my ass and shove straight into my mouth so I could taste the filthy mix, then back in again. I lost count of how many loads they pumped into me. My pussy and ass were overflowing, white cum leaking out in messy globs every time they thrust.

But the second we got in the car, Dorothy grabbed her head. "My blood sugar's dropping. Take me to the hospital." I was gonna call a cab and leave, but they dragged me along anyway. The doctor just told Dorothy to go home and rest, but she frowned, all delicate about it. "Milo, what if I need a transfusion later? I heard rare blood types are hard to find." The second she said that, Milo grabbed my wrist. "You've got the same blood type. Give some so we can store it for her." I just stared at him, stunned, and tried to pull away.

He tossed out four small stones and activated spatial swap. A bizarre scene unfolded. Though the four men had clearly fled outside the villa, they suddenly reappeared inside. They froze for a moment, then bolted again. Unhurried, Ray continued tossing stones. Spatial swap. Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh. The four men once again found themselves back inside. Even the dullest among them realized they were being toyed with. "Then we fight!" "We are the bravest warriors!" "Attack!" The man with Jayzepanese traditional warrior outfit moved first, finally drawing his blade. Yet, he had barely unsheathed a tenth of it before collapsing to the ground, lifeless.

"What is that?" "Who's so twisted to pull a prank like this?" "Wasn't this supposed to cheer up Mr. Zehm?" It wasn't a dismembered limb. As the realization hit me, I slowly lifted my head, only to see nothing but a red-and-white plush bunny lying on its side. No, not red and white. The red was blood. It lay there, its dark eyes staring directly at me, overlapping with the buried memories I had tried so hard to forget.

I was horrified. A bottle of herbicide was right in front of me. My feet touched the bat beside me, and the noise was deafening. Our mother turned around. When she noticed I was already conscious, she smiled at me. Then, the woman came up to me holding a glass of water. "You're awake. Good, it's almost time. Finish this glass of water." She tore off the tape on my mouth and grasped my chin. I thrashed and struggled, and the glass fell to the ground.

She nodded before she’d began to mention a few. 1. Players must collect the allocated items within 24hours or stand a chance of losing theirs. 2. Players must not talk about the game with outsiders. 3. For every item found, the money reward increases! 4. You can only use tools picked in the game. 5. Harvesting a body part from another player is paramount to getting a bonus! 6. Every one month, you have to invite a friend. 7. The only way to exit the game is to complete it.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"Hey, is the missus coming after you?" Derek muttered to the room, "Relax. She's just being dramatic." Then I heard Riley's voice, close to the phone. "Is she upset? Should I explain? I really didn't mean to steal her project—the organizers came to me—" "Nothing to do with you. I bid lower. They went with the better offer." My stomach dropped. My colleague had said Derek had stolen the project, but he hadn't done it under the Robner Group. It was a brand-new floral studio called Riley's Bloom.

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

She was my only family. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Promise me you won't scream when I tell you what's going on," I said, my voice barely a whisper. Liv's eyes widened, a mixture of confusion and concern flickering across her face. "What's going on?" I closed my eyes, waiting for a moment before finally speaking, releasing the words if wanted to say to someone since this whole swap started days ago, "I swapped places with Ashton," I confessed. The silence that followed my confession was so thick, a knife wouldn't be able to cut through it. Liv's face slowly turned pale, her eyes wide with shock. She blinked rapidly as if trying to process the information.