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redactedthegreat · 16 Mar 2023 -
We swapped bodies two weeks ago, and I'm discovering it's a lot more difficult living as my dream girl than I'd imagined. Especially when you keep dressing me in lewd outfits and taking advantage at every opportunity. We were supposed to swap back after 24 hours, now I'm worried I could be pregnant!
CW: rape, bondage, abuse -
It’s been two weeks since we swapped bodies. When you first suggested it I thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable. I jerked off regularly to the pictures you posted online. The idea of being in full control of your body was just too hot to pass up. My brain ran wild with possibilities.
The swap was supposed to be a one-day thing, twenty four hours in each other’s bodies. It only got complicated when we tried to swap back and nothing happened. Apparently swapability can be disrupted by unprotected sex. You can’t swap with someone else’s sperm inside you, and you can’t swap if you’re pregnant.
I hadn’t been aware of either of those things two weeks ago. I’d been more focused on experiencing my single day as a woman, and one of the things I was most curious about was sex. In retrospect that had been a terrible idea. The guy I hooked up with was awful in bed, he shot his load after two pumps and promptly fell asleep.
As underwhelming as it had been, it was enough to lock me into this body, at least for a few days. I really hoped I wasn’t pregnant, but you reassured me it would be okay. You helped me draft letters explaining a medical leave of absence, and bought me a ticket to come stay with you until we could get everything sorted out.
Traveling in your body had been my first real taste of what was to come. I tried to dress modestly, but I could feel eyes on me all the same. Guys looking away as soon as I glanced in their direction, and others who brazenly stared on anyway.
I stopped for like ten seconds to check the itinerary on my phone and someone grabbed my ass. With all the people shuffling by I couldn’t even tell who it was. That wasn’t the last time I was groped on the trip either.
At first I tried to give people the benefit of the doubt; I was now piloting a fat butt, and it did seem prone to getting in the way. I wasn’t used to having so much junk in my trunk. But at a certain point patterns emerged in the ‘accidental’ contact. I was being casually molested.
I fell asleep on the flight, and when I woke up the guy next to me had his …
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