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Lost Life
By Byron
My name is Peter Billings and this is the story of how I lost my life.
Don't worry though, I found another one.
I've never been one to believe in magic, no potion was going to make my
life perfect and no spell was going to give me everything I wanted. I
knew a person had to work for what they wanted, and be happy with what
they have without wasting time on fantasies that could never be
possible. Then my buddy John asked me if I wanted to swap lives with him
using some arcane and ancient magic and my beliefs were proven wrong.
I met John in junior high, he was a ladies man even then and always had
a different woman on his arm. We both had a mutual friend, and along
with a few others we formed a small group that hung out all the time.
Over the years our group slowly broke up as people moved away, and by
the time we turned 25 John and I were the only ones left in town.
I was single, had a good job and enjoyed my life. I always thought of
myself as average, both in looks and in life. I had dated a few women
over the years but nothing ever came of it except for a little fun, I
had a hard time finding someone I wanted to spend my life with. John, on
the other hand, had found the perfect woman and married her, giving up
his womanizing lifestyle.
Maybe she was why I couldn't find a love of my own, her name was Sarah
and I had a big crush on her. I actually met her first, we started
hanging out and before I could even ask her out she was dating John. I
almost regretted introducing them to each other but they seemed so happy
together.
I was not only confused but surprised when John asked me to swap lives
with him. His life seemed perfect, why would he want give it up? It ends
up he didn't find it so perfect and as much as he loved Sarah he missed
the good times he had while single.
"I would never cheat on her," he told me, "but if we swapped bodies it
wouldn't be cheating, I would be you and you would be me."
"You're crazy!" I told him. "There's no way to do what you want to do."
We were sitting in his living room, Sarah was working and we had the
place to ourselves. I looked at John, thinking about what he was saying.
I wouldn't mind being him for a while, he was in better shape than me,
had more money, and was married to a girl I would love to be closer to.
Plus, if I remember from gym class correctly, he was much better endowed
than me and having a huge package might be kind of cool.
"You're thinking about it, I know you are," he said as I sat there
thinking. "It's easy and we can swap back any time."
I finally spoke up. "How does it work?"
"It's a spell. Two people need to touch while saying the magic words
together then they swap bodies," he explained. "It's very simple and we
can do it again and change back after I've had some fun."
"Had some fun?"
"Well, yeah, I want to live the good life again, meet some women and
have some fun!"
"You think you can do that with my body?" I spread my arms wide, showing
off what he would have if we swapped. "I'm no superman."
"You're right, you have your problems, but I've always thought you just
needed some confidence and you'd be able to have any woman you wanted.
With me at the helm, confidence isn't an issue."
"Okay," I decided. "Let's do this." I stood up.
He smiled wide. "Great! Take off your clothes."
I laughed. "No way!"
"If you change into me with your clothes on, you'll rip them. Just strip
down to your underwear."
He started taking off his clothes, and after a look from him I followed
suit. After we were both in our underwear he stood next to me and held
out his hand.
I was feeling very uncomfortable but remembered that he said we needed
to touch, so I took his hand in mine.
"Repeat after me," he said, then started reciting the spell from memory.
"Et haec duo"
"Et haec duo," I repeated after him.
"faciunt diversas"
Again I repeated what he said. "faciunt diversas"
"formas vivere"
"formas vivere"
"alterum non"
"alterum non"
I felt a slight warmth as he pulled his hand away. "That's it," he said.
"Should be working already." He looked down at his body, waiting for
changes.
"So now we" *cough* "change into each..." My voice was different, lower.
I looked down at my chest and watched my hairs get a little darker, and
thicker. I lifted my head to see what was happening to John and saw his
chest getting lighter and less hairy. It looked as though the spell
really worked.
I was a few inches shorter than John so when my world started getting
smaller I realized I must be growing. I could feel a new strength in my
arms and legs as I became more muscular, and my boxers were getting
tighter as my body got larger. I pulled off my underwear in time to see
my package growing, getting longer and thicker than what I was used to.
I smiled as I looked over at John again, his briefs had fallen down as
he had gotten smaller but he seemed to be enjoying the change more than
I was.
"You look so happy," I said, sounding almost exactly like he had sounded
only a few minutes ago.
He looked at me and said, "Of course! It worked and I am single again!"
I could feel the changes stopping, I was almost completely him now, and
he was almost all me.
He felt his chest, his muscles gone and replaced by my puny body. His
hands went down to his crotch, he grabbed what used to be mine and I
turned away. "It's not quite as big as mine, but it will do." A few
moments later, when he noticed me turned away, he asked, "What's the
matter?"
It was strange hearing my own voice, though it didn't sound like I
remembered it. It was more like hearing a recording of myself talking.
"I don't want to see you playing with your junk!"
"I'm not playing with it," he said. "Give me your clothes."
I tossed my underwear over to him, then the rest of my clothes. He
started getting dressed as he handed me his old clothes.
As I got dressed I started thinking about what had just happened. I
wasn't me anymore, I was John. Wow. I looked so different, every part of
me was unfamiliar and putting on his clothes made me notice all the
changes. It seemed like a dream, but the reality of it was slowing
creeping in.
"Hey," he said, fully dressed and putting on my, I mean his, shoes. "I'm
gonna go home." He slipped on the shoes, grabbed the keys from his
pocket and headed to the door. "I gotta get ready for a night out."
I stared at my body, moving without me in it, as he opened the door and
started out. "Um, yeah." I was having a hard time speaking. "This is so
weird!"
He looked at me and laughed, it was his laugh but in my voice, it was
odd. "I know right. I'll call you later." Then he walked out the door
and it closed behind him.
I was still dazed but snapped too quickly as I realized I had to get to
a mirror. I dashed into the bathroom and looked at myself. I really was
John. I made some faces, poked and prodded, talked to myself. "Hi, I'm
John. John. Jooooohn. Hello, testing, one, two, three. J-j-j-joooohn."
I laughed. It was my laugh with his voice. Very odd. I practiced
laughing like him but couldn't quite get it down. "Haha"... close.
I walked into the bedroom and looked around. What a mess, clothes
everywhere. I started picking up, putting the dirty clothes in a basket.
I tossed his, my, pants, a pair of underwear, a bra...
"A bra," I said aloud. "Sarah."
I felt the soft fabric, imagining her wearing it. Then I put it up to my
face and smelt it, pulling it away quickly as I realized it didn't smell
like some wonderful flower but of the boob sweat of a full day of
working.
As I pulled it away from my face I saw the tag, 38DD... nice. I knew they
were big but not that big. I could feel myself getting hard.
I put my hand on my crotch, feeling my new, larger member. I got an idea
and unbuttoned my pants, pulling them down to my feet. I then pulled
down my underwear, briefs instead of my usual boxers, and sat down on
the bed. I reached down and held my penis, it couldn't possibly get any
bigger, could it? I didn't have a chance to find out because just then I
heard the front door open up.
John must have come back, and I couldn't let him see me like this!
I jumped up, pulled up my pants and underwear, and headed out of the
bedroom shouting, "You're back already?"
"Yeah," a woman answered back. "They didn't need me anymore this
afternoon." She continued as she came into view. It was Sarah.
She was beautiful. Long, wavy brown hair; bright, blue eyes; full,
luscious lips. She was wearing a typical weekday's outfit, button up
shirt that seemed to hide the true size of her chest, and a skirt that
was just tight enough to show off some curves but loose and long enough
to not show too much. She had taken off her heels already and was
walking towards me.
She kissed me lightly on the mouth as she walked my, unbuttoning her
shirt as she went into the bedroom. I turned and watched her, following
her in there. She took off her shirt, revealing her bra. She undid her
skirt and let it drop down to the floor. I stared at her glorious body
as she stepped out of the skirt and turned towards me.
"Someone's happy to see me," she said, walking up to me and grabbing my
crotch as she kissed me again. This time I kissed her back, putting one
hand on her back and the other on her butt.
"Mmmm!" she said, startled. "You're frisky! I like it." And she
continued to kiss me, her hands grabbing my ass as she moved her crotch
close to mine. As we stood there, making out, she took off my shirt and
then unbuttoned my pants. Moments later I was laying on the bed, pants
off, and she was on top of me, taking off her bra.
I should have felt bad, or at least I thought I should have felt bad,
but I felt good. I reminded myself I was John now, not Peter, and I was
married to this woman.
I played with her breasts, rubbing and squeezing gently, then sucking
and licking. She moaned and rolled off of me, laying on her back and
pulling off her underwear. She was totally naked and it was glorious. I
had imagined what she might look like naked but it paled in comparison
to the real thing. She was clean shaven, and her snatch looked wondrous
and inviting. I could wait no longer and jump to the chance to get
between her legs. I crawled up to her, my head between her legs, and I
proceeded to eat her out. I used all my knowledge, did everything I had
always wanted to do to her, and after a few minutes she was screaming as
she came. Soon, though, she was pulling on my head and urging me to come
to her.
I moved up her, kissing her all the way, and once my face met hers our
lips met and she tasted herself on me. Knowing she was enjoying her own
juices made me rock hard and I moved into position for penetration. She
did the same, and seconds later the head of my new cock was touching her
soft lips, waiting to go deep inside her.
I slowly entered her, pulling out after only a few inches. I wanted her
so bad but was having second thoughts. She wasn't though as she grabbed
my cock and guided it back in. I started pushing it in to her as her
groin pushed hard and I found myself almost all the way in. I kept
pushing and she groaned, my whole dick fit perfectly inside her.
We moved in rhythm, in and out, in and out. I pushed it in harder and
harder, feeling myself about to cum. She screamed again, and as she came
I did too, my huge rod pulsating and ejaculating into her wet pussy. It
had only been a few minutes, I feared I was too excited and came too
soon.
After I was done coming inside her I kissed her and started to pull out,
but she wouldn't have it. She pressed herself against me, keeping me
inside her, and using a strength I didn't know she had she started to
push us so she could be on top. I was careful to stay inside her as we
turned around in bed, I was now on the bottom.
She lifted her body as she grinded on me. Her legs squeezed me as she
fucked me hard, he breasts bouncing her hair flying everywhere. I put my
hands on her waist, working them up to her tits where I could massage
and squeeze them.
We continued like this for a while, maybe ten minutes, me feeling every
part of her curvy body as I started to come again. I grabbed her back as
she came as well, letting her lean back as I supported her.
As the orgasm subsided, she lay atop me as my penis got flaccid, still
inside her.
We talked as we came down from our sexual high. "That was grea,t" I told
her.
"Mmm-mmm," she said. "What got in to you? You're like a whole different
person today."
It hit me again that I was not me, I was John, and she saw me as John. I
suddenly felt terrible.
"Yeah, I was just feeling like something different," I told her.
She looked at me funny and slid off of me. Lying next to me she said
"What's really going on?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, starting to get a little nervous. I
laughed.
Her eyes went wide and she got out of bed, standing there looking at me.
"That! What's going on? You don't laugh like that."
I sat up and answered truthfully. "I'm not John."
I don't think she knew what I meant and she didn't say anything.
"I'm Peter, John and I swapped bodies earlier." I looked down at myself,
running my hands down my body. "This isn't me."
She cocked her head to the side. "Come on, what's really going on John."
I got out of bed and she backed away from me. "I mean it, until an hour
ago, I was Peter."
"Prove it!" she said.
We spent a good twenty minutes talking, she asked me questions and I
answered, I told stories about my life and she would nod or shake her
head unbelievingly. I managed to convince her, she believed I was Peter
in john's body.
"This is great!" she said, smiling once again. "This is just great!"
I looked at her, not knowing what she meant. "You like?"
"I very much like," she said, softly, as she put her hands around me and
kissed me.
"Wh-what?"
Looking me in the eyes she said, "John is such an asshole, but Peter is
a gentleman. So John's body with Peter's personality is a perfect
combination."
I didn't know she felt that way about me, she actually liked me, and now
that I was John maybe she would love me. I kissed her back.
We had more sex, lots of it. Knowing how she felt about me, and knowing
she knew who I really was really helped me perform. I must have come
three more times, though I think she must have come a dozen or more. It
was a few hours before we too tired to continue so we just laid in each
other's arms.
I was starting to fall asleep when she asked me how we did it.
"Did what?"
"What do you think I mean?! How did you swap your bodies?"
"Oh, yeah, of course. We used some spell."
"Is it permanent?" she asked me.
"No. Supposedly we just cast the spell again and can swap back."
She was quiet for a few moments. "What kind of spell is it?"
I explained how it worked. "Two people touch, the say the words
together, and their bodies change into each other's."
"Do you know the words?"
I did know the words, somehow they were still in my head, like the act
of casting the spell burned them into my memory. "Yeah."
She sat up in bed. "Let's try it!"
I put my hand on her leg and rubbed it. "Us?"
"Yeah!" she said full of enthusiasm. "Let's see if we can swap bodies
too!"
I wasn't so sure about this, I mean becoming John wasn't a big change,
but becoming Sarah was... "I don't know" was all I could say.
"Come on. You said it's not permanent, and it could be fun. Plus, think
of how much we could learn as each other."
She was right, it could be fun to be someone so different, and we could
learn a lot about what it was like to be the opposite sex.
"Sure," I said, still not sure if it was a good idea.
She hopped out of bed and pulled my arms until I got up to. She led me
away from the bed where there was plenty of room, like we'd need space
for the magic or something.
"So, we just touch?" she asked.
I held out my hand. "Yup."
She took my hand and looked nervous. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
I asked her.
"No," she answered quickly, "but let's do it."
"Repeat after me."
"Okay"
"Et haec duo"
"Et haec duo," she repeated after me.
"faciunt diversas"
Again she repeated what I said. "faciunt diversas"
"formas vivere"
"formas vivere"
"alterum non"
"alterum non"
I felt warm again, like the last time the spell was cast, and she let go
of my hand. I heard her gasp as the changes started. I saw her breasts
start to shrink when I noticed hair in my eyes.
I pushed away the hair and saw my hand was getting smaller and my nails
were growing. I felt pressure on my waist and put my hands there while
watching my stomach get smaller and my hips start to get very shapely.
The hair on my body was almost gone as my nipples started to get larger.
Cones protruded from my chest and further down my penis was looking very
small, it was like I was going through puberty again only backwards...
well, for a boy, but for a girl I was going forward and soon my new
breasts were large enough to block the sight of my crotch.
I felt myself up, my round, smooth tits were heavy but firm. I looked
over and Sarah and saw her holding a growing cock while hair sprouted
from an almost flat chest. The world around me seemed smaller, and she
looked so much bigger as I felt my but expand and hair tickle my back.
I remembered a mirror in the bedroom behind me and I turned to look into
it. I could tell the changes were stopping as I stared at my new body.
My hands moved up and down it, feeling every inch, from my soft hair to
my firm ass. Between my legs was nothing, no manhood anyway, I could
feel that something was there. I reached down and felt the emptiness, my
finger slightly penetrating my new part.
I felt a hand on my waist, then two. The hands made their way around to
my stomach where one moved up and one moved down. "Let me help you" I
heard John say. It wasn't John, but it sounded like him.
I said nothing as one of my breasts was cupped, squeezed gently. I
grabbed the other one as a male hand slid down to my opening. It played
around for a bit, making me moan with pleasure. I was getting turned on
and could feel myself getting wet inside. What a different feeling than
what I was used to. No hardness, no need to penetrate; instead there was
a feeling of emptiness and the desire to be penetrated.
I wanted to tell her, him, to stop but I couldn't. "Don't," I said,
hearing my new voice for the first time. "Don't," I said again as he
pulled me closer to him, close enough to feel his erect manhood pressing
into my back.
"I want you," he said.
"Don't stop," I whispered. He started kissing my neck, his hands moved
from where they had been to take care of the rest of my body. He knew
what my body would want, he had experienced it first hand, and I liked
it. I turned around and our lips met.
Soon we were back on the bed, I on my back with legs wide open and he on
top, ready to stick that big cock right in to my wanting hole.
With one push it went in, no teasing here, just a swift motion and I was
full. I felt odd but comforting, and as he pumped in and out it felt
better and better. I could feel muscles start to contract, explosions
preparing to be ignited, and juices flowing. I started to come, my whole
body feeling weightless and free. In and out he went as I came over and
over, and soon I felt his warm cum squirt inside me making me come
again.
He started to slow down but I wouldn't have it! I kept him inside of me
as I pushed him over. He knew what I wanted to do and help me get on
top. It worked for her, it would work for me, I thought as I worked him
hard, in and out. My breasts bounced up and down and we fucked, his
hands played with them a little but also moved around my waist and legs.
He even played with my crotch, it was superb and it made me come again.
He came again, and we took a little break. Neither of us said a word,
and after a few minutes I put my hand on his penis, playing with it
gently. Then I moved myself so I could taste it, licking off the flavor
of our combined juices. It twitched and started getting harder so I
started sucking on it. Before long I was giving him a blow job, though
once he was fully erect I stopped with my mouth and started with my
snatch again.
Soon he came again, not until after I had come too many times to count,
and we took a break. How Sarah could go without constantly having sex
was beyond me. Her body was made to orgasm, it wanted to so badly and
seemed to do so very easily. I played with my tits as we lay there,
feeling a small orgasm as I pinched and grouped.
"Wow," he said at last. "That was amazing. I never knew."
I was still feeling some aftershocks, so to speak, and moan escaped my
lips. I moved a hand down to my crotch and rubbed my clit.
"It's like an intense feeling of urgency, then an explosion. It's almost
a shame when it ends."
"Hmm, mmm," I answered, coming again as I played with myself.
"I don't want it to end."
He put his hand on mine, rubbing my crotch with me, and then started
sucking on a tit. I wanted to try something different so I turned away
from him and stuck my rear into his hardening penis. "Let's do it from
behind" I said, playing with myself again.
I lifted a led to give him some room and he found his way to my still
wet groin. He pushed it in and started fucking me, pulling me tight to
his body and playing with my tits. I kept playing with myself as he
moved in and out, and a few minutes later we moved so I was on all fours
and he was behind me on his knees doing it doggie style.
As he fucked me in my new pussy, playing with my new breasts, moving my
new curves and feeling my new hair hanging from my new head, I thought
about work and John now Peter, and Sarah's life and my life and how I
liked this a lot. I didn't want to go back, I liked this too much.
Perhaps I could convince her, him, to stay like this for a while. We
could always switch back any time we wanted, so why not enjoy some time
in these bodies, in these lives. We wouldn't lose our old lives, we'd
just borrow these new lives for a bit.
These thoughts left my head as I came again.
End part one.
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