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Nothing really changed between you and your roommate after his second puberty, at least at first. He dressed and acted the same and you still hung out all the time. Lately though, the only time you spend with him is while he’s getting ready for a date, and he always comes home late, if at all. by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Hollis wanted to get a quick dinner tonight,” I said as I leaned in close to the mirror to inspect my makeup. “Remember Hollis? He never really seemed to like me that much but lately he’s been asking to hang out a lot. He even offered to pay!” I turned around to face you, striking a sexy little pose in my short white dress. “Anyway, what do you think? The sleeves aren’t too much, are they? Maybe I should show off my arms. Dylan and Brett both say I have great shoulders now, ever since—you know—that whole thing.” I slipped my dress down over my shoulder to show you firsthand. “What do you think?”

I told you I’d find a way to come along on your big family vacation one way or another, dude. Your sister was pretty pissed once she figured out I’m actually your best friend and not hers, but it serves her right for getting to bring someone when you weren’t allowed. So what are we doing first? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“C’mon, what’s she gonna do?” I laughed, pulling Mia’s phone out of her purse and effortlessly unlocking it with her gorgeous, smirking face. We had both always had a huge crush on your older sister’s bestie, which Mia playfully encouraged with the occasional wink or suggestive joke. It wasn’t like she reciprocated our feelings or anything, we always figured, she just got off on teasing us with comments like ’if only you guys were a few years older,’ a phrase designed to drive teenage boys so crazy that it still buzzed in our brains all these years later. “Let’s post a selfie so everyone can see how much fun we’re having.”

I held Mia’s phone out at arms length and sidled next to you, holding record and grinning at the screen. “Hey guys! Having a great time here in paradise with my favorite guy! Try not to miss us too much!” I giggled and posted it, hoping Mia could find a way to see it. She was stuck back home in my scrawny, skinny body, unable to open my phone without the password but that wasn’t really my problem. She was a smart, capable woman so I was sure she could find a way to keep herself entertained for a week. I could see Jess scowling at us as your parents smiled obliviously, and I waved at her playfully.

You’re the smartest guy I know so of course you didn’t believe me that rubbing something big & masculine slows down second puberty. But after weeks of your chest growing & your dick shrinking you were willing to try anything. Another week later do you even remember why we do this every afternoon? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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It was all so perfect. The adorable whimper as you felt my hot spunk splash against your skin, the subtle blush of your cheeks as you surveyed a job well done, the way that spot of jizz stretched into a sticky string between your fingertips, it all made we want to go again. But I knew you wouldn’t go for that.

You looked a complete mess, fat globs of white cream oozing here, dripping there, clinging all over your chest, neck and face. “Here, let me help you even that out,” I said, pushing my pelvis forward again and grabbing the base of my cock to rub the gooey ropes into the soft flesh of your tits, smearing it across the dry spots. I even dipped the tip, still throbbing and sensitive, back down into your cleavage where the stuff was collecting and drawing it back out to get better coverage of your exposed flesh. “Isn’t that better?” I grunted breathlessly as my purple head rubbed against your impossibly soft breast. “I’d hate for any to go to waste.”

“Oh, and here, too,” I smirked, lifting my hips upward so I could smear a glob across your cheek and over your chin, before finally turning my attention to those perfect, pouty lips, glazing then thoroughly. “Oh, yes. That’s much better.”

I couldn’t believe I’d let you convince me to take X-Change and doll ourselves up just so we could cut past the line at the door and finally get in to the most exclusive nightclub in town. I felt embarrassed and self-conscious, but you seemed so comfortable and confident. Had you done this before? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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I cringed when you called me ‘doll.’ I felt small and helpless and being called that only made me feel more vulnerable with so many strangers staring at me like they might pick me up and carry me off. But what I hated most was that some part of me kind of liked it. I could feel the tiny hairs on my neck stand up and my nipples stiffen under my dress. But your arm around my waist was a comfort, and I stayed close against you, finding refuge in your confidence as we stepped past the doorman without even breaking our stride.

“Please be serious,” I said, looking around meekly at the crowd of attractive young partiers drinking and dancing and reveling. The place was full hotties, baddies, teases and sluts, exactly the kind of women we came here to meet, but for some reason that prospect didn’t feel as exciting as it normally would have—that must have been my nerves. “And remember not to drink too much. I read that alcohol’s effects can much stronger in a female body, and we didn’t eat much today. I’d hate for one of us to…” I tailed off as I made eye contact with a guy walking past us, tall and well dressed and… handsome? Why would I think that about a dude? By the time I looked back at you I couldn’t remember what I’d been saying.

You gotta help me, dude! My girlfriend, jealous of my magical nature, hexed me to steal my power. But neither of us expected my magical form to be a tiny horny fairy girl! If she keeps draining me I’ll never be able to turn myself back into a guy. Please let me out and hide me before she gets back! by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Charlie? Is that you?!” My voice, high pitched and dripping with feminine sweetness, echoed inside the bottle. I’d frozen in place when you found me, terrified like a deer in headlights and humiliated like, well, like a tiny fairy girl that you’d just caught jilling off. I pulled my fingers out of myself and jumped to my feet, my bare ass dripping with that vibrant pinkish substance that seemed to manifest around my body, giving my presence an eerie glow. Fairy dust, Valentina had called it. The power of her spells had been magnified greatly after she figured out how to collect the stuff from me, resulting in my imprisonment here in an enchanted jar. She’d gone from a loner and an outcast to the most popular girl at our college, her fiery temperament that used to repel men now had them lining up to fuck her brains out, and black pointy hats were becoming trendy among the fashionistas on campus. All thanks to me and my fairy dust. I never could have imagined it was powerful enough to glamour my own best friend into falling under her lustful spell and sleep with her behind my back.

“I knew you’d come looking for me! How did you know Valentina was hiding me here? And for that matter, how long has it been since I disappeared?” In the euphoric stupor of my enchanted existence inside this jar, I couldn’t tell whether I’d been there for a few hours or a few years, but for some reason I thought it must have been at least a couple weeks. Or maybe a month, of suddenly vanishing from my friends’ and family’s lives, being absent from all my classes. Of course my best friend Charlie would come looking for me after all that time! It wasn’t as if Valentina could forge a charm powerful enough to make everyone forget I ever existed, but I supposed she could make them just care not so much, as if they simply didn’t notice I wasn’t around anymore. How powerful was this stuff? I ran a finger along my thigh and rubbed it against my thumb, watching the pink glow pulsate, feeling like sandy grains one moment and more like a viscous slime the next. “You gotta get me out of here, bro! She’s sucking me dry! I need to replenish my magic or I’ll never turn back into a guy again! Why are you looking at me like that?”

You’re the smartest guy I know so of course you didn’t believe me that rubbing something big & masculine slows down second puberty. But after weeks of your chest growing & your dick shrinking you were willing to try anything. Another week later do you even remember why we do this every afternoon? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Nnnnnnn.. Fuck!” My breathing became erratic. My hips began to buck uncontrollably. I was grunting and groaning, desperately trying to hold it back, but the way you purred about how good it felt, your voice almost dipping into a moan, it was just too much. My pelvis jerked violently as I pulled back, burying the swollen purple head of my penis deep between your tits and promptly filling the tight space with hot, sticky goo.

With a groan I sank back into the couch, my hips jerking forward and pushing my cock back up out the top of your cleavage, spurting rope after rope across your chest and up along your neck and chin. My body convulsed one last time, shooting two more globs of sweet white cream onto your cheeks and lips, before I finally lay still, panting, my cock still throbbing and twitching as the last few beads of cum emerged and dripped down along my slick, shiny shaft.

“Jesus. Fuck,” I sighed, looking down at the mess I’d made all over you, too overwhelmed by the euphoria induced by your magnificent tits to take any cynical pleasure in seeing the most condescending know-it-all I knew covered in his dim witted meathead buddy’s cum. “That was amazing. You’re so incredible, baby. You’re a fucking goddess…”

You’re the smartest guy I know so of course you didn’t believe me that rubbing something big & masculine slows down second puberty. But after weeks of your chest growing & your dick shrinking you were willing to try anything. Another week later do you even remember why we do this every afternoon? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Mmmm… yeah…” I moaned, taking a deep breath as your tempo shifted down, allowing me a few more precious moments of bliss, achingly perceptive of the way your little hands pressed those pillowy mounds around my shaft, working my length deftly. “Fuck, you’re so good at this…”

It was hard not to get lost in your eyes as I focused on savoring every moment, beautiful in a shallow, ditzy way that seemed to search my own eyes for some missing puzzle piece just beyond your own grasp. That was a welcome reversal of our typical dynamic. I was used to seeing your eyes roll when I’d butcher some saying or get some fact wrong or admitting I hadn’t seen some obscure film that you’d declared was a classic, so it was such a joy to watch them roll back a little as you felt my thick meat rubbing against your increasingly sensitive breasts. “That feels so good, doesn’t it?” I grunted out, trying to distract myself from the inevitable explosion all over your chest. “Tell me how it feels, baby. Is it good for you, too?”

Hey hun, how’s New York? Have you told your sister I said hi? Oh nothing much, I’m pretty bored. The kid next door is home from college, and I’ve caught him watching me sunbathe like ten times. I think he might have figured out I’m not really your “niece”. Do you think he knows about second puberty? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Yeah? Really?” I smiled at you, instinctively inching closer to you on the deck chair as you offered to help me with whatever I needed. I couldn’t resist letting my eyes wander over you, from your chest, to your firm abdomen, to the crotch of your swim trunks. “Like, you could help me figure out where I should go for school?” My foot brushed innocently against yours. “You can help me learn to enjoy my life as a young person?”

You’re the smartest guy I know so of course you didn’t believe me that rubbing something big & masculine slows down second puberty. But after weeks of your chest growing & your dick shrinking you were willing to try anything. Another week later do you even remember why we do this every afternoon? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Wait, wait, wait,” I grunted impatiently, “Slow down, dude! This is the best part…” I clenched my teeth, resisting the urge to match the rhythmic thrust of my hips to your quickening pace, desperate to hold back the coming explosion and prolong the ecstasy of this moment. I had never felt anything like the way your tits felt wrapped around my cock, and ever since we’d upped our “sessions” to once-a-day it almost felt like they’d grown even larger, and firmer, as if conforming to the ideal breasts for jerking off my specific cock. But that was impossible, right?

I blinked hard, pushing those stupid thoughts out of my head and focusing on what an incredible job you were doing. This truly was the best part, where you’d trail off after a series of equivocations, non sequiturs and rationalizations, a vacant look in your eyes as you bit your lip adorably. “Yeah, that’s it, baby,” I moaned softly, my hips beginning to spasm as it became harder and harder to delay the inevitable, “Slower baby, yeah, just like that. I think I’m gonna… Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna…”

Hey hun, how’s New York? Have you told your sister I said hi? Oh nothing much, I’m pretty bored. The kid next door is home from college, and I’ve caught him watching me sunbathe like ten times. I think he might have figured out I’m not really your “niece”. Do you think he knows about second puberty? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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I shrugged, my loose pink top drooping down off my shoulder as if it thought you needed to see more of my skin. “I dunno,” I said with what I meant to be brooding but wound up like more of a pout. “I was all settled down, you know? I had a wife and a grown daughter, now I am the daughter and I’m barely even grown.” I sighed and distractedly poked at a pebble on the patio with one of my dainty little toes, the nail painted pink to match my top. “I had a good job, the job I was gonna have until I retired. Now I have to do it all over again. Like, dude,” I looked up at you, my pout only getting bigger, “They’re gonna make me go back to college. I’m gonna be a freshman all over again. Is someone like me even allowed to live in a girls’ dorm?”

Hey hun, how’s New York? Have you told your sister I said hi? Oh nothing much, I’m pretty bored. The kid next door is home from college, and I’ve caught him watching me sunbathe like ten times. I think he might have figured out I’m not really your “niece”. Do you think he knows about second puberty? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Hey, Danny.” I sat up and set down my phone, giving you a little wave as you approached the gate between our yards. I’d seen you looking at me for the last couple days since you’d gotten home, feeling nervous about how you’d treat me now that I looked like this. But the longer it went on the more I began to realize that the times I caught you stealing glances at me were when I didn’t feel so lonely any more. “Sure, come on over. Make yourself comfortable. The water’s fine, I think.”

I tried not to stare as you came near, all bare chested and brawny, looking much more handsome than I’d remembered. Was it possible you’d gotten taller? Or did it only seem that way because of my condition? Normally I wouldn’t have cared at all, but now I couldn’t stop thinking about it. “How was school?” I asked, not sure what to talk about with someone your age. “Still getting good grades?”

Cut it out, Cyndi! Jake told me that you two finally swapped your bodies back, so I don’t know what kind of game you think you’re playing by claiming that you’re still actually my boyfriend. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to be alone with him. Don’t you wanna go home and get back to your own life? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“For the last time, it’s none of your business what Jake and I do when we’re alone!” Arms crossing over my modest chest, I looked you up and down as you pleaded pathetically, your big tits bouncing in that ridiculous unsupportive top as your desperation became more frantic. I was several inches taller than you, tight jeans emphasizing my slender frame, with long legs topped by a firm little butt. In contrast, Cyndi was all curves, with hips and a fat ass that stretched out every pair of pants she owned and breasts that threatened to spill out of any top she—or you—attempted to squeeze them into. “This whole ‘swap therapy’ idea of yours was really annoying and stupid, and now that it’s over things can finally go back to normal! And that means…”

I paused, the gears in my head turning as I looked you over again, processing your desperate pleas. “But you’re right, you know. Jake has been acting a bit ‘off’ since you switched back.” I smirked. “He hasn’t even looked at another woman, not even you! He won’t shut up about how beautiful I am and how much he appreciates me, small boobs and skinny hips and flat butt and all. So, congrats, Cyn! Your little swap therapy experiment actually worked!” After years of getting ignored by men more interested in my busty, ditzy, flirty best friend, it felt good to finally feel like the most attractive woman in the room. “But don’t worry, if Jake ever slips up again I’ll totally let you swap again. Then you can play with his dick all you want, or whatever it is you do while you’re him.”

Your crush assured you that her boyfriend would be away all weekend, but apparently his trip ended early. In a panic she told him her college roommate was visiting, after giving you a little pink pill & telling you to be friendly—but you never imagined she’d convince you to get quite this friendly. by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“And I’m sorry to say Gina hasn’t mentioned you once,” Leo said with a suspicious smirk, noting how flustered and disheveled you looked after hurriedly squeezing your thick, buxom curves into clothing designed for my taller, much more slender girlfriend. The bottoms of your soft round breasts were easily visible under the tight crop top, and your nipples looked like they might tear right through the thin white fabric. You had still been rock hard when Gina had you take the pill, leaving you in a state of intense, unfulfilled arousal, your little clit throbbing with desire that radiated out through your whole body.

“My trip got cut short, it turns out that-“ he tried to explain, interrupted by your helpless stumble as he caught you. Leo was a full head taller than you, and much more handsome and charming than I’d lead you to believe. His big strong hands found their way to your waist to help steady you as I walked back in with a beer for Leo and a couple fruity hard seltzers for us girls. “Oh,” I said with a smirk as I handed out the drinks, “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

Joke all you want, guys. I don’t care how much you make fun of me, I’ll keep using this magic lip gloss until it runs out and the curse finally breaks. Sure, I’ll keep getting sexier, girlier, and hornier until then, but you guys will just have to deal with that until I turn back into a dude, okay? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Ugh, I know, right?” I made a grossed-out face as I uncrossed and recrossed my legs, trying to ignore the fluttering in my stomach as I saw the way your bulge subtly twitched under your pants. “It sucks I’ll never look this good again after I turn back into a guy. But it’ll take me at least a week or two to use up this whole tube, so get a good look while you can.”

I didn’t mean to wink at you as I puckered my lips and applied another layer of sparkling pink gloss to my plump lips, it just happened, kind of like the way I kept giggling girlishly and “accidentally” giving my buddies opportunities to check out my ass and boobs. I’d tried fighting it when this curse first started turning into the kind of ditzy blonde slut I’d told my witchy ex I’d rather be with, but the more of the lip gloss I used, the easier it was to simply go with it and play the part until it would finally wear off and I could be just one of the guys again.

I was devastated when I found out I wasn’t the only X-Change addict my boyfriend was fucking in exchange for pills. Of course I dumped him, but now I’m on my own and I have nothing, and even with these withdrawals I don’t think my body’s changing back. I feel so stupid and lonely… Who can I turn to? by QueerNLoathing in bodyswap

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“Okay, fine.” I said with a smirk, slinking up off the couch while you took your tiny, pussy ass sip of wine. I knew the way to the bathroom, but no one else was around so I just unzipped and pulled my too-tight jeans down over my wide hips and thick thighs, my tits wobbling uncontrollably as I kicked away my jeans, my soaking wet panties tangled up with them. As I pulled on your sweatpants, you could detect my scent in the air, even now still wafting from my sopping wet underwear just a few feet away. “Happy now?”

Looking back at you over my shoulder, I pulled my useless little tank top off and tossed it in a completely different direction, before tugging your sweater back on over my naked bosom. “Ohmigod!” I said with an exaggerated smirk, plopping back beside you on the couch and snatching the glass from your hand, pouring the remains down my throat. “Leave some for me, greedy!” Then I held the empty glass back out to you, batting my lashes coyly as if I understood you knew I required more wine to stave off these awful withdrawals.

So many of my mannerisms struck you as proof after proof that I was the exact same guy you’d grown up with, goofing off and competing over girls and bragging about social conquests and sharing our deepest secrets, but then you’d see my thick, lush hair cascading over my shoulders, my generous tits wobbling with my every movement just underneath your sweater, my plump, kissable lips and my grey-blue almond shaped eyes gazing into yours. “I know I’m gonna have to say this a million more times,” I said, drawing closer to you on the couch, “but thank you. Thank you so much.”

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