Body Swap - S032 & S033 - Part 2

Chapter 1 - The Temptation

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Body Swap - S032 & S033 - Part 1

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I stood beside the bed, Anna’s bra barely containing my fat tits, her panties clinging to my thick ass. Anna watched me, a satisfied smile on her face. “Perfect,” she said, admiring how the bra fit. “It looks amazing on you. How do you feel, doll?”

“Better,” I admitted, the weight of my tits less taxing on my back. “It’s… less heavy now.” I dropped the sheet, standing in my underwear before her, my chubby body exposed. Anna chuckled, her eyes gliding over my curves. “Aren’t you sexy in my old lingerie?” she teased, her voice dripping with mischief.

I blushed but didn’t respond. I still had to put on the rest of Anna’s outfit: the tight skirt and sexy blouse that last night, at our date, had shown off her ample cleavage. I grabbed the blouse, its soft, silky fabric gliding sensually over my skin. It was designed to hug the body, accentuating every curve, and when I slipped it on, I felt my full belly press against the fabric, making me feel like a stuffed sausage, though maybe that was just because I wasn’t used to wearing women’s clothes. Then I pulled on the miniskirt, which settled over my wide hips, swaying slightly as I moved. It was sensual, provocative, and the way it highlighted my curves made me feel… exposed. I felt too fat for this outfit, yet seeing it on Anna last night, it was so sexy. Was this how it felt to flaunt your curves?

Anna watched, her gaze lighting up. “Come on, doll,” she said. “Get dressed properly. You’ll be a stunning girl in my clothes.”

“Stunning?” I echoed, giving her a puzzled look. The way she talked, with that “girl to doll up” tone, made me feel scrutinized, judged. I thought I wouldn’t feel embarrassed with her, it was her body, after all, and she was a woman, but instead… I felt too exposed. She was treating me like an object. I paused, my hands hovering over the skirt. “I don’t know…” I murmured.

Anna stepped closer, her expression softening. “Hey, doll, what’s wrong?” she asked, resting her hands on my shoulders. “You look uncomfortable. Is it the clothes? Are they bothering you?”

“Yeah…” I admitted, my voice shaky. I couldn’t quite explain why, but her gaze felt heavy, like every curve of my body was under a microscope.

She pressed gently, her voice kind but firm. “Come on, doll. They’ll look amazing on you, I promise.”

I gave in, finishing with the skirt and blouse. The fabric clung to my body, highlighting my full belly, my protruding tits, and the thick ass stretching the skirt. Anna watched, a pleased smile on her lips. “What a sight,” she said. “You’re absolutely stunning, doll. The way those clothes hug you, showing off your body… so full, so soft. You’re driving me wild.”

Her touch slid to my belly, caressing the taut curve under the blouse. I blushed, confused. “Anna… do you like me or your old body?” I asked, my voice trembling. I looked at her in my old male body and felt no attraction to that body, it was Anna, her presence, that made it compelling. But for her, it seemed different. She seemed… obsessed with the body that was now mine. I was drawn to Anna’s unreadable mischief, she to me in her body.

Anna hesitated, caught off guard by my question. Then she brushed my cheek, her touch warm. “Doll, it’s not just my old body,” she said. “It’s you, your personality, the way you make me feel seeing you in my old body. You’re not a substitute. You’re so much more. You seem born to be in my body. You turn me on!”

I noticed Anna was aroused, in that typical male way, unable to hold back in front of a hot girl. It scared me.

“But, Anna… what the hell happened to us?” I blurted, frustration erupting. “Why are we like this? We’ve swapped! We need to switch back…” I tried to steer her toward a serious conversation, since she seemed to only want to play with me.

Anna sighed, her gaze turning serious. “I don’t know, doll. I don’t know how we ended up like this.” She paused, then pointed to the tray. “But… speaking of the fruit salad… you were so cute while you were eating earlier. You should have it.”

“What?” I asked, startled by the subject change.

Anna laughed, her voice turning coaxing. “I said you were adorable while you were gorging before. That little tummy rounding out… too cute…”

“I’m not eating it,” I said, crossing my arms. My stomach was already stuffed, heavy, and the fruit salad seemed like too much. Overkill. Even though I felt my body wanted to. Like it was used to bingeing to the limit. A visceral sensation from a body I didn’t know, alien to me.

Anna stepped closer, her eyes locked on mine. “Oh, doll, I know you’re resisting,” she said, chuckling softly. “But the more you try to hold back, the more I want to see you give in. Come on, just one bite. It’s so good.”

I looked at her, intrigued. I knew about feederism, having always been into curvy girls and dreaming of having a feedee of my own one day. I loved the idea of nurturing a girl’s growth, though I leaned toward soft feederism. But Anna didn’t seem like a feeder… or did she? Maybe, as a feedee, she loved her chubby body and wanted me to embrace it too. But why push me to eat more if she was the feedee? Shouldn’t she be the one gorging? I dismissed the thought, convinced it was just my misunderstanding. “I’m too full,” I protested.

Anna leaned closer, her tone seductive. “I know you’re full, doll. Your tummy’s so heavy, isn’t it? But that fruit salad is delicious. Just a taste. For me?”

I gave in, grabbing the bowl of fruit salad. I started eating, watching her reaction. Anna observed, intent, a spark of satisfaction in her eyes as I brought the spoon to my mouth. “Mmm, good girl,” she said. “You can’t resist, can you? Even when you’re so stuffed. Keep going.”

Each bite felt like this morning, when I was completely at her mercy, unable to stop myself from following her commands during sex. Her “keep going” had the same power, a temptation urging me to obey and force myself to eat to please her. “Just a bit more, doll,” she whispered. “You’re doing so well for me, kitten.”

Under her guidance, I devoured the fruit salad, my belly stretching even tighter, the blouse pulling. Anna watched, a mix of pride and pleasure on her face. “There, such a good girl,” she said. “Finish it all for me.”

When I emptied the bowl, I was mortified, my face burning. My stomach was stuffed, my body heavy, but Anna seemed… satisfied, and I was thrilled to have pleased her. In her mind, every bite was a step toward her plan: indulging me, pushing me to surrender to hunger, to continue her gainer journey in her body. She loved watching me give in, seeing me grow softer, more abundant, just as she’d started to do months ago. She’d always craved someone to encourage her, a feeder, and now she’d take that role, knowing exactly what the feedee gainer body she’d left me with yearned for. But she didn’t want me to know, she wasn’t sure how I’d react, so she chose to tempt me, hoping I’d surrender to her guidance.