Body Swap - S032 & S033

Chapter 1 - The Swap

My skull throbbed like I’d gone overboard with cocktails the night before. A dull buzz wrapped around me, and the sound of hurried footsteps, mixed with muffled curses, yanked me out of my daze. I dragged myself upright, the couch creaking beneath me. I was in my apartment, I could tell from the familiar scent of wood and coffee lingering in the air, but something was off. Why did I feel so… weird?

With my vision still blurry, I stood, and a sudden weight tugged me downward. I glanced at my chest and froze. Two lush, heavy curves strained against the fabric of an oversized T-shirt, swaying with every tiny movement. My heart raced. These weren’t mine. They couldn’t be mine. I touched them hesitantly, and the softness under my fingers nearly threw me off balance. Every step made those foreign shapes quiver, a sensual ripple that overwhelmed and disoriented me.

Before I could process it, a man’s scream erupted from the bathroom. My voice. But I wasn’t the one screaming. I shuffled closer, the cold floor biting my bare feet, and when the door swung open, my world flipped upside down. Standing there was… me. My body, tall, muscular, with a chiseled jaw and wide eyes, wore tight jeans and a pink blouse that didn’t belong to me. Was that her? Anna, my Tinder date?

“What the hell is going on?” Her voice, my voice, was a mix of panic and disbelief. She stepped closer, towering over me. I was shorter now. Much shorter. And the weight… God, this body was heavier than mine, anchoring me to the ground, every curve moving with a life of its own. “Are you… me?”

“What?” I stammered, my new voice softer, almost melodic, but alien. “You’re me!”

Anna, in my body, shook her head, her arm muscles flexing as she gestured wildly. “No, no, no. This can’t be real. It’s a prank, right? Tell me it’s a prank!”

“Prank?” My legs trembled, my chest swaying as I struggled to stay balanced. “I don’t even know what’s happening!”

Her gaze hardened, accusing. “You did something, didn’t you? Drugged me, or… or something!” She stormed toward the hallway’s full-length mirror, and I followed, mesmerized. Seeing her, seeing me, in my body was unreal. Her hands roamed my old sculpted chest, sliding down lean hips. “Damn…” she muttered, an incredulous grin tugging at her lips. “I’m… strong. So strong.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes from my current reflection. Anna’s body was a symphony of dangerous curves. Wide hips stretched my white shorts, the fabric clinging to thick, plush thighs. My chest, God, it was a constant presence, every breath lifting it, a seductive pull that almost made me forget the situation. It was like I was drawn to this new, chubby feminine form. I was at least six inches shorter, and the weight… it wasn’t just heaviness; it was the way my curves moved that drove me wild with excitement, an indulgent excess compared to my usual frame. I brushed my wide hips, the soft skin yielding under my fingers, and a shiver ran through me. It was wrong. It was… so deliciously her.

“What are you doing?” Anna spun around, grabbing my wrist with a strength that made me jump. Her grip was powerful, my old body dominating effortlessly. “Don’t touch my body!”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, but I couldn’t look away. I was captivated. This body was a trap, a seduction luring me to explore its feminine opulence, the very allure that had drawn me to her last night. Anna, though, seemed torn. Her eyes, my eyes, locked onto me, lingering on how her curves moved under my too-big clothes. We were both wearing each other’s outfits, mismatched and absurd. My shirt and pants hung loose on me, my generous chest swaying freely, while her tight skirt from last night was gone, she stood half-naked, my body’s anatomy on full display. Her blouse was shredded across my old, broad trapezoid shoulders, twice the width of hers.

“Wait…” she said, her voice calmer now, like she was piecing it together. “You’re Lucio, right? I’m Anna. And… Christ, we’ve… we’ve swapped. I’m in your body. And you…” She scanned me, a flash of frustration crossing her face. “You’re in mine.”

“In yours?” I echoed, the reality sinking in. I lifted a hand to my, her, chest, unable to resist. I pinched lightly, and the sensation hit like lightning, a mix of curiosity and forbidden pleasure. Anna flushed but didn’t stop me this time. “It’s… real,” I whispered, my voice shaky. “I’m really in your body.”

She sighed, running a hand through her hair, my hair. “Yeah. And I’m in yours. I don’t know how this happened, but… it’s real.” She stepped closer, her new height making me feel small, vulnerable. “Now what? What do we do?”

I didn’t answer right away. My gaze drifted back to my reflection, to the curves enveloping me, the way this body seemed to beckon me to lose myself in it. It was a slow, delectable corruption. And in that moment, a dangerous part of me, a part thrilled by this voluptuous form, didn’t want to go back.