Bodyswap Stories Novels & Stories

Lucienne asked the lady who now seemed a bit confused with the type of questions Lucienne was asking her. "This is your body" "No, this... This is not my body" Lucienne shook her head. "What are you saying, Miss. Cherry?" The lady asked. "Cherry? I... I am not Cherry" she shook her head putting the lady into more confusion. "But.... But you are Cherry, are you okay? You hit your head against the bath tub quite hard, does your head still hurt?" Diana asked, her brows furrowed. Lucienne understood now, this was just like it happened in the movies, she had watched movies where the soul of someone would move into the body of another and that made her understand that her soul was now in the body

the girl said walking up and standing beside me "it doesn't change anything, you're in my body and I'm in yours" I squinted my eyes "Alexis" "bingo" she said while walking out of the bathroom she sat on the chair beside the bed and I just stood in the middle of the floor "but how how can we just switch bodies, whats going on" "your guess is as good as mine, all I know is I woke up to your sniffling mom and inside your body" she crossed her arms "scared the shit out of me" I started to pace the floor "what was the last the you remember"

It was messy, loud, and he convulsed in pleasure beneath him. Just as they collapsed in a heap of sweat, and semen, the bed broke beneath them. “Shit,” Jesse laughed. “We just broke the last bed in Nebraska.” Marcus rolled onto his back, panting. “Worth it.” A group zombie groaned outside the window, while they caught their breaths slowly falling asleep. Jesse turned his head. “Hey Marcus?” “What?” “I’d totally let you do that again. Just saying.” Marcus reached over, pulled Jesse close, and whispered in his ear;

with a nod to us . Jades pov: Bodhi starts to kiss me again slow a sensually his hands cradle my neck and jaw pulling me closer with every kiss, boone starts kissing my neck and down to my shoulders his hands snake around my chest and starts plaming my breast and with the hand he pinched my nipple switching only when it was hard as pebbles , the feeling was getting to me I spread my legs to get Bodhi closer to my core I was starting to get wet and this time I didn't care who could smell me all I wanted was for them to touch me I wanted all of them their hands all over me , it had me soaking wet it was probably going to start dripping if someone doesn't touch me soon , and like they heard my

My free hand rubs my tits before I pinch my nipples, moving back and forth. But it’s not my fingers. It’s his lips, pulling and sucking, his tongue lapping at the very tip. Filthy images flash across my mind. Fantasies. His body pinning me to the bed, his hands all over me. Moving inside me. Taking me. Fucking me until I scream his name, “Drake.” It’s a whisper, barely a breath. My head falls back, and my body goes rigid a heartbeat before the wave crashes, and I lean against the door, spasming until my legs shake. So good.

My blood boiled at the thought of that but there was something I was concerned about at that moment. "What does the body swap have to do with anything?" I asked but the goddess grinned at me. "Everything." She replied. "I'm going to use it to tear this kingdom apart." She added, blowing a kiss and vanished. I stared at the mirror still in shock, I slumped against the sink, exhaustion crashing over me. I stumbled out of the bathroom walking to the room as I stumbled to the massive bed, collapsing. I stayed in the bed, staring at the ceiling of the room as I drifted into sleep instantly. It was all dark for a while until a trace of light shone on my face, the light faded slowly as Malrik prowl

My sleeve accidentally slipped down, revealing a strip of dark red fabric. Aunt Marguerite's sharp eyes caught it. She grabbed my wrist. "Why has this fabric changed color?" Someone pointed at my sleeve and shouted. "His Majesty once gifted special fabric that changes color when exposed to sleeping drugs." I had soaked that sleeve in the drug solution. Anyone with medical knowledge could tell with a single sniff. After hearing this, Aunt Marguerite fixed her piercing gaze on my stepmother. "Someone go fetch Physician Hartwell from the Royal Medical College to examine it."

He reached down and circled my clit with his thumb. “Cum for us, beautiful,” he commanded softly. “Let go.” The orgasm hit me furiously. My pussy spasmed hard around Robert’s cock, milking him in rhythmic pulses. I screamed around Marcus’s cock again, my body shaking and my juices squirting slightly around Robert’s shaft. My pussy released waves of creampie, my body trembled and my toes curled into each other. Marcus pulled out, stroking himself furiously, “My turn,” he said swapping places with his father in one rough move.

In the end, the tears, which I had been utterly unable to shed in the presence of the Johnson family, now erupted in a torrent. I genuinely believed I was meant to live an insignificant life, unloved and unwanted. Yet, meeting Ms. Zimmerman changed everything, and receiving that container of chicken noodle soup solidified it. It turned out that there was someone out there who actually remembered my chronic stomach issues. It turned out I was worthy of being loved.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.