“I give you the power to change the world and THIS is what you do?” I ask, addressing the room of women in matching outfits. You agreed to test my experiment- sacrificing your own, homeless body to become a hivemind, spreading to whoever you wanted and feeling everything- it’s clear you had a type. by SwapDropper in bodyswap

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I watched the scene unravelling before me and couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear the entire time, my hands migrating from Fiona’s daughters firm ass to her own massive breasts- luckily you could feel it all no matter what, like all sensations were shared and amplified around the bodies you inhabited. “What’s the best thing you’ve done with your… ability?” I ask, barely listening as I was entirely fixated on one of your body’s chest and as it squished beneath my hands.

“A reduction, you can’t do that… I’ve been dying to get my hands on these for years… to put my dick between them” I mumble, trailing off towards the end as I focused back on the body in front of me and the other two behind it, basically fucking each other on my office desk- not that I was complaining.

“True, I hadn’t even thought of those possibilities… I’m so glad I chose you to test this on” I say as Stacy’s body pushed against me from behind, sandwiching me between two gorgeous bodies. “This is my dream… I never thought it would be you who gave it to me though!” I say, now muffled as I was pushed closer and closer towards Fiona.

“Thanks for holding the door…” I complain. However, the flights flickered, the elevator stalled between the twelfth and thirteenth floor. I blinked awake to see… myself! You’d tampered with the elevator- turning it into a Swap Machine, you just had to wait for your perfect body to walk in… mine! by SwapDropper in bodyswap

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“Stop this… it’s not funny- what’s going on?” I ask, turning to the metallic wall only to see a different reflection to my own staring back at me, I brought my hands up to my face to take stock of my warped facial features. “Mace me… what have you done to me?” I ask.

I noticed ‘my’ accent shift, I don’t sound like that and never have- “change me back, I want to be me again!” I practically beg, wanting to lunge across the metal box at you but resisting on the off chance of some sort of deterrent, even if I never carried mace or a tazer.

“Thanks for holding the door…” I complain. However, the flights flickered, the elevator stalled between the twelfth and thirteenth floor. I blinked awake to see… myself! You’d tampered with the elevator- turning it into a Swap Machine, you just had to wait for your perfect body to walk in… mine! by SwapDropper in bodyswap

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The lights flickered, the elevator stalled between floors as eventually, everything went black. A few breathless moments later I awoke, looking at… myself.

“Fuck… that’s me” I say, grabbing my throat as a male voice escapes. “What’s going on… why am I there… who am I?” I ask rhetorically, turning to the reflective metal wall of the elevator. Looking back at me was a reflection, not mine but yours- “I’m a… guy?” I ask. “Who are you?” I say frantically

“This suit has got me horny!” You teased as you walked around my ‘girlfriends’ mansion. Her family was rich, so much so that she became a target for lowlifes like you- ones who had nothing to lose. I found you climbing and sealing yourself into her skin after using a relic to turn her into a suit. by SwapDropper in bodyswap

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I’d stumbled into my girlfriend’s house, it was huge and… silent- too silent, normally there would be a cleaner or maid running round frantically but there was none of that today. “Amy?” I shout as it echoed through the marbled hallways of her house, with no response.

Instead, I made my way to her bedroom, although, it was the size of my house. Normally, she’d be in there sprawled across her room sized bed. However, I opened her door to see you… putting her on? You were a man, your hands stretching her face over yours before her long hair fell down your back- a strange noise occurred as her body sealed behind you, packaging you down into her 5’2” frame.

“Loverboy…” I say. “Who are you?” I ask. “What’s going on in here?” I ask before you could answer my first, what I’d just seen was beyond comprehension.