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Fanboi · 16 May 2025 -
Your head swapped girlfriend puts her new body to good use.
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"Well, now that we're alone..."
Your girlfriend—now wearing your body—pins you against the workbench with a predatory grin. Her fingers (your fingers, really) dig into the soft flesh of your new hips as she leans in, her breath hot against your ear.
"Look at you," she murmurs. "All flustered in my little sundress." She tugs at the strap, letting it slide off your shoulder. The fabric gets caught on your hip on the way down, reminding you how wide they are now.
You swallow hard, your pulse fluttering in your throat. "This is so fucking weird," you mutter, staring down at the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric. Your hands hover awkwardly, unsure where to touch.
She laughs, and grabs your wrist, pressing your little palm against your new chest. "Go on," she teases. "You're allowed to grab your own tits."
"My tits? They are still yours, I'm just attached to them!"
"Nuh-uh, they are yours now. Just like this is my dick."
Her—your—cock stands at full attention, twitching slightly as she runs a hand down her stomach.
"You’re really enjoying this," you accuse, your face burning.
"Uh, duh." She gives herself a slow stroke, her eyes locked on yours. "This feels amazing, no wonder guys like sex so much." She steps closer again, her free hand sliding up your thigh. "Ready to feel what it's like from the other side?"
Her fingers brush against your new folds, and you jerk back with a startled yelp. "Jesus—!"
"Relax," she purrs, pressing you back against the bench. "I know what I’m doing." Her touch is confident, teasing, tracing slow circles that make your knees wobble. "Ohhh, you’re so wet already."
You bite your lip, torn between embarrassment and the undeniable heat pooling low in your stomach. "This isn’t fair," you mutter.
She chuckles, leaning in to nip at your neck. "Life’s not fair, babe." Then, without warning, she slides a finger inside you, and your back arches off the bench.
"Fuck—!" Your hands scramble for purchase, gripping the edge of the workbench as she curls her finger just right, sending sparks up your spine.
"See?" she murmurs, her breath hot against your ear. "I told you you’d like it."
You’re about to retort when she adds a second finger, stretching …
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