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BodySwpsie by Kelly Newman
At first the government tried to ban it. The fear was that people would
use the new Japanese body swap devices to steal other people's bodies
to trade up to a better life or commit crime. There was a little of
that, but the reality was mostly unhappy people changing their lives.
And since the machines were expensive, they remained owned by the
BodySwpsie Company, which meant the whole process was rigorously
policed. Potential swappers were vetted to ensure both individuals
fully and freely consented to the process.
I finished my morning wank with a lively chat with a fat webcam model
called Olga. I wasn't bad-looking for a 42 year old divorced guy. I
kept myself in good shape, worked out and ate healthily. But I knew I
was depressed. I hated my male body and felt like all the exercise was
a form of punishment. Something had to give.
It was then I discovered BodySwpsie. More to the point, I discovered
Charmaine. At 29 with two kids and an estranged husband I could see why
she wanted to swap with someone, anyone. But then why would anyone want
to swap with this fat no-hope woman who was clearly not bright enough
to see that? And yet, I found her to be fascinating. Her determination
alone to body swap put the hook in me. I accepted her friend request on
the website. Soon stilted messages became lengthy phone chats.
At first, I don't think Charmaine thought I was genuine about swapping
with her - she thought I was stringing her along for a laugh. My easy
charm convinced her otherwise. I told her she was beautiful. We went
out for a drink in her rough local where she worked - her friends and
colleagues thought we were on a date. Plus, I brought along my 17 year
old daughter, Alison, on our second meeting and that helped. Alison is
a lovely girl and very sensible - unlike her mother. It helped too that
on our third meeting at Charmaine's house, when Charmaine introduced me
to her two young daughters, Leanne and Cherie, that Alison was there.
Alison instantly put the two young girls at ease. Naturally, none of us
told Leanne and Cherie that the reason for Charmaine and I getting to
know each other was that we were going to swap bodies - at only 7 and 5
years old they were too young. Also, at our second meeting, Charmaine
had made it pretty clear to Alison and me that there was no way we were
ever to tell the kids. She said she loved them, but she had suffered
with post-natal depression and that had ruined Charmaine's relationship
with the girls' father, Gary, and she just wanted out of her life, but
with no available options she wanted to body swap, even if that meant
becoming a man.
Very soon, Charmaine, Alison and I decided the swap between Charmaine
and me would work. We would become each other and live each other's
lives. The three of us decided to keep it to ourselves, though. My ex-
wife Jackie would undoubtedly object and Gary wouldn't understand. To
keep up appearances, and to get the girls used to me being around, I
would go over to Charmaine's at the weekends.
Somewhat annoyingly Charmaine blabbed to her dreadful mother, Denise, a
perma-tanned nagging 50-something whore who took great delight in
threatening to expose our little scheme to all and sundry. She had been
beautiful once, but the years and a rough life (Charmaine's father had
been a violent drunk whose addiction eventually did for him) had made
Denise into a hard-faced, fat peroxide blonde who wore too much
jewellery and makeup and enough cheap perfume to knock out a room of
men, never mind pull one.
I decided I needed to fix things with Denise, whether by fair means or
foul. And I was prepared for the foul. I got Denise's number from
Charmaine's phone when Charmaine wasn't looking, phoned Denise and
arranged to go and see her the Wednesday evening in the following week.
That Wednesday evening, I arrived at Denise's pokey terraced house,
which had been the family home where Charmaine grew up. Denise greeted
me at the door, dressed in her usual get-up of cheap, too tight long
top that exposed her ample cleavage and black leggings. Her face was
the usual vision of tanned and overly made up 'loveliness' and her
blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail. On her feet were the most
tacky fluffy slippers I'd ever seen, complete with sparkly sequins. She
greeted me with a look of resentment: "So, ya came then. I guess, you'd
better come in," and with that she beckoned me in. I entered and
followed her through to the living room. "Tea?" she said in a voice
that suggested this was an instruction and not a command. "Yes,
please," I said sweetly, "that would be lovely, Denise." She was gone
to fix the tea, leaving me to contemplate the admittedly very clean and
tidy living room.
On her return, she brought two mugs of tea and handed me one before
plonking herself down on the sofa next to the armchair I was sitting
in.
"Ooh, this tea is lovely, thank you, Denise," I said again as sweetly
as I could manage.
"Oh, leave it out, willya? I haven't the time for your shit. It may
work on my dozy daughter. But it ain't gonna work on me. Get to it,
what's your game?"
"Game, Denise? Game?" said I with wide eyed faux innocence, "There's no
game here." Slowly like a cat with a mouse - admittedly a fat mouse - I
put down the tea and moved to sit next to Denise. "I'm not out to play
games, Denise."
"So why the fuck do you wanna trade bodies with my daughter? What could
possibly be in it for you - you've got everything and she's got
nothing. Unless you're a pervert. Is that it?"
"Oh, no, no, no, Denise you've got me all wrong," I trilled. "You see,
I'm getting what I want. I find your daughter fascinating. Plus, I'm
getting to control her life. When we switch bodies I plan to have a lot
of fun as Charmaine. I'm going to enjoy being a sexy barmaid. And I'm
going to put it about wherever I choose. Charmaine as me will pay for
it all - she's already doing what I say and I don't see that changing
when we swap bodies. And you're going to help me, by looking after the
kids whenever I want."
"There's no, fuckin' way I'm letting you do any of that!" hissed
Denise.
"Oh yes, Mummy. Oh yes, you will," I said more quietly now, leaning
right in to Denise as I said it. "You're going to do exactly what I
say. Starting with keeping your mouth shut about the body swap. Or
else, I'll turn Charmaine against you and when we swap I'll make her
into a whore!"
Denise looked genuinely frightened now. "Y-you wouldn't?"
"Oh yes, I would believe it! Probably get myself a nice pimp too - and
a crack addiction. And don't think I'd be worried - I will ensure that
my money - William's money if you will - will pay for me to swap back
to my old self. Leaving Charmaine a pimp's crack 'ho!"
That shut her up. I have to say by now the delicious control of the
whole situation and rather turned me on. Only one thing for it - to
seal the deal.
"Of course," I smarmed, "we do have to seal the deal, Mummy. I hear you
used to be a bit of a tart yourself, back in the day. I hear that
useless alcoholic of a husband of yours put you on the game. Let's see
if you've still got it, eh bitch!" With that I put my hand on Denise's
breast. She barely flinched, but looked me squarely back in the eye and
said, "Go on then, ya cunt, let's see what you've got." Her hand dived
to my hardening cock. I grabbed her face and staring into it, I said,
"I am going to have everything this family has, before and after the
swap. You included. Now take me to the bedroom and let's fuck!"
Denise took me into the bedroom. We did indeed fuck. We first both
stripped naked and I got an eyeful of her mature body with her large
pendulous breasts before she pushed me back on the bed, spat on my cock
and proceeded to give me a tit wank. Denise seemed to know just how far
to take this and after a few minute she got up, shooed me off the bed
and got up on the bed on all fours. I didn't need telling to slide my
rock-hard cock into her mature pussy from behind. As I slid into
Denise, breathing in her cheap, intoxicating perfume and gripping her
large hips I felt a delicious thrill at my achievement of doing someone
so brassy. Plus, she may have been a lard arse but after an initially
reticent start she put her all into it - I could tell from the defiant
scowl she gave me in the mirror over her bed as I slammed into her from
behind whilst she thrust herself back onto my cock. After several
minutes of this animalistic humping I could take it no more and I
pulled out of Denise in time to cum over her back. Denise just let out
a disgusted sigh and went off to the loo to clean herself up. I didn't
need telling to quickly get dressed and get out. As I left, I made a
mental note that I would have to work when I was Charmaine to avoid
ending up quite like Denise - if I stayed as Charmaine, of course - I
was still unsure I would after I'd had my fun.
After that Denise took the kids to stay at hers every weekend I stayed
at Charmaine's. This left Charmaine and I with more time together to
get to know each other. We would chat and go for walks; if she was
working, I would meet her at the end of her shift. One night, after I
took her home after work and we were drinking wine sitting on her sofa,
inevitably one thing led to another. With her blonde hair in a 'Croydon
facelift', her face plastered in makeup, her breasts straining against
a too-tight white top that also showed off her tyre mark of a belly,
finishing off with a cheap mini-skirt, Charmaine looked every inch the
tarty barmaid. We kissed passionately, before with a giggle she got my
cock out and wanked me off. Before I came, I stripped her, marvelling
at her fat body. I slapped her fat arse and we went off to the bedroom.
I was at first worried about not having any condoms, but Charmaine said
not to worry - we can trust each other. We fucked all night - and the
next morning. Fuck knows what the neighbours must have thought, with
all the bed creaking and Charmaine's noisy orgasms. Still, if we were
to keep up appearances as new lovers, we were going about it in the
right way
After that, I made it a point of buying sexy, oversized lingerie for
Charmaine - she was a size 20 with 32FF breasts. I particularly liked
her to play coy and in thrall to my cock before I came deep inside her,
or over her breasts or her face. I also took to videoing and
photographing her in sexy poses in the lingerie and sucking my cock.
These I would study at home before uploading them to porn websites. I
would love to play at reading the below the line comments and answering
the sad wankers who posted comments as if I was Charmaine, mimicking
the dumb way she talked and leading them on. In fact this mimicking of
Charmaine became something of a fun game for me. When I was round hers
at the weekend and she was in the shower, I'd put the lingerie on -
marvelling at the size of the breast cups - and masturbate about
becoming the dumb bitch, mimicking the silly way she talked when
cumming. "Yes, babes!" "Ooh, yeah, harder. In me!" The fact she never
suspected any of this was going on, turned me on even more.
So what of Charmaine? Why would I want to become this fat woman with
hardly a GCSE to her name? Simple: I was attracted to her. I had always
found fat girls devastatingly attractive. With her fat thighs, big bum
and pretty face topped with a lovely shaggy highlighted blonde hairdo
Charmaine was my ideal woman. She may not have been the prettiest girl,
she had a long-ish nose, but her eyes were a beautiful blue and
betrayed a naughty side I expect she often had to hide. And her boobs?
My god her boobs were so big, natural 32FF! Something she took to
proudly displaying by wearing low cut tops when she worked at the pub.
I could also see what Charmaine could not: she had a life to be proud
of. Yes, she wasn't rich. But she had a job she liked with friends who
loved her. Yes, she was fat. But she was pretty still, even after
having two kids. They may have been a bit unruly but Leanne and Cherie
were sweethearts. And I could tell from the one time we met that Gary
still wanted Charmaine (how I enjoyed wanking that night to the thought
of winning him back once I was her - and he wouldn't even know that he
would be fucking 'that posh twat').
So, five weeks after Charmaine and I first met we were all set. The
arrangements were led by me: I would fund the swap and Alison would
sort us both out at the BodySwpsie clinic. We just had to get ourselves
there and go through with it. I went over to Charmaine's the night
before. I could tell she was nervous. The kids were at her mum's. We
had a pizza and a bottle of wine. One thing led to another and before I
knew it we were kissing passionately on her sofa. I pulled off her t-
shirt to get at her gorgeous, large breasts. I sucked on them
voraciously, knowing that in 24 hours' time they would be all mine.
Charmaine pushed me back on the sofa and with a knowing look of lust
undid my belt, pulled down my trousers and freed my cock from my pants.
She was almost panting as she grabbed my rock-hard cock. She didn't
need telling to fellate me, which she did expertly, stopping before I
came. She then got up and pulled down her own jeans and knickers,
grabbed my head and rammed my face into her wet crotch. I licked her
fanny voraciously. Charmaine pushed me back and with a leer demanded I
fuck her as she kicked off her jeans and knickers, then climbed on top
of me and rode me. I couldn't take my eyes of her sizeable breasts
bouncing as we fucked, which was probably just as well because
Charmaine seemed lost in the moment, eventually closing her eyes as she
came and I shot my load up her.
After that, Charmaine just quietly climbed off me, got her clothes
together and said she was going to bed - I was to sleep on the sofa.
The next day, Charmaine barely said a word to me. She made me tea and
toast. I showered. She showered. We both got dressed and left. I drove
us to the BodySwpsie clinic. Just before we went in, she turned to me
and said, "You were good last night, but when I am you I will be better
at it. Get used to faking your orgasms."
In the clinic, we registered at the desk - a simple formality as all
our details had been taken before. We were then ushered into a room
together and told to strip and put on surgical gowns (I understand that
they make the swapping couple do this in front of each other in case
they've never been naked in front of each other before as a last test
to ensure this is what they really want to do). Charmaine looked me
over with disdain and just said, "Wish I was getting a bigger cock.
Still at least I won't be a fat pig anymore - that'll be your problem."
I felt deflated and actually pretty cross with her, but what could I do
- this was my idea after all.
The body swap operative then made us each lie on tables next to each
other and hooked us to the body swap device. As they attached the
electrodes to my head, I looked down at my body and brushed my hand
over my groin: so long, old chap. The body swap operative then
explained for the nth time that she was about to commence the switch,
and we would feel some pain and if we wanted to back out now was the
time. I confirmed that I was ready and wanted to go ahead. Charmaine
turned to me and calmly said, "Just fucking do it."
The body swap operative fired up the body swap device.
Pain like I had never felt before convulsed my body. I thought my head
was going to explode. I realised then why we had been given gags. I bit
hard on the gag and tried to look around me. But in panic I was blind!
I could see nothing and all I could hear was a series of loud bangs. My
arms and legs felt numb, so, so numb. In fact, my body seemed to be
something I could feel less and less. Until I felt completely
weightless and at peace. I felt high and free, like I was an infant
tossed into the air.
Abruptly, I felt myself pulled back to what felt more like reality. I
could now hear a rushing in my ears and my head was shaking. I could
feel my arms and legs again. I opened my eyes and I could see. My God,
I was lying on the trolley next to the one I had been on before. I
looked down.
Breasts! I had breasts! They were large and pushing through the
material of my gown. My hand went to touch them and I instantly paused
as my hands were no longer my own. Pudgy, pale and with ridiculously
long false nails in a sparkly pink colour. That meant - no, it couldn't
be, could it?!
"Oh yes, my dear, it's very fucking real," sneered an all too familiar
voice and then looming over me there was me, my face, Mr William
Parkinson, executive, father, ex-husband. But not me any more, ohmigod!
"How do you like your new look, fatty?" he continued, reaching a strong
masculine hairy arm to prod my boobs and, oh god, fat belly. "Let's get
you on your feet, shall we?" and with that he positively dragged me off
the trolley to stand next to him in front of a full-length mirror.
There he stood, all 6 feet of him, the only thing taking away from his
aura of masculine confidence was the surgical gown. More to the point,
there I stood. A 5' 5" fat blonde woman with a face frozen in horror.
Tears welled in her, no my, eyes.
"Perhaps we should see you in all your glory, Charmaine," said William
as he moved behind me. He stood behind me, too close - oh god, was that
an erection? He wrapped his arms around me and gently singing:
"William, William, look what you've gone and done. You're half-crazy
all for this fatso bod." He undid the gown and it fell to the floor.
I was naked. I had giant breasts which sat proudly with just a little
sag atop a belly. I had flabby thighs and calves and pudgy feet,
complete with a pink pedicure. But most of all...
"Ha, look at you, you dickless piece of shit! You've swapped your cock
and balls for a cunt! A hairy quim! How does it feel, William, to know
that?!" he leered at me as he said this.
It was then that something snapped. I turned round to face the pig. But
as I did so, me entire world seemed to rock on its axis. My brain felt
like it was frying. Memories colliding. I was a schoolboy at my private
school one moment. A schoolgirl being fingered round the back of the
bike sheds the next. A powerful memory of losing my virginity as a male
student, coming inside a woman for the first time, was replaced with
the even more powerful memory of pushing a baby out through my vagina.
Through tears, I said, "You fuckin' wanker! I love you!" as the awful
realisation that Charmaine, I, was in love with William hit me like a
freight train.
"Yes! Yes! You are!" he cried in triumph and the look of cold, anger in
his eyes made me really afraid. I was losing him, the love of my life.
I soo wanted him, wanted us to be together, as man and wife, as a
family. Wave after wave of memories and feelings crashed through my
brain. I was losing my former self to become a girl, a woman, a
barmaid, a wife, a mother.
"I, I, can't remember," I wailed, "I can't remember nothing! I don't
remember what me mum looked like!"
"Ah yes, your mother," he sneered, "the old tart, Denise. You had to
fuck her, didn't you? There's a memory I can't shift - fucking my own
mother - thanks for that. Fascinating this really, I seem to be able to
remember everything of my old life as Charmaine and all of your old
life as William. Must be something to do with your much-prized
intellect, Mr Mensa. See where that's got you now?"
"Please, please help me," I wailed through tears, "don't you love me,
please be with me?"
"Shut up," he hissed and grabbed me by the shoulders, then more quietly
but still as menacing, he said, "This is supposed to be consensual or
god knows what they'll do, and believe you me, bitch, I am not going
back to who I was before. Not after what I've been through - and who
I've become."
I had to keep him, I needed his help, I was frightened and he loved me,
he must do.
"Please," I whispered, "please just help me - I'll do anything,
William."
"Right you will, Charmaine," and suddenly he seemed to brighten, "come
on now, we can't have all this." And suddenly he was all smiles. I felt
better already.
"Let's get you covered up, shall we?" he said and he picked up the
surgical gown and handed it to me. I put it on. William gave me some
tissues and I dried my tears, before he called out: "I think we're
about ready in here!"
In they filed: Alison and Denise. Alison was dressed in a demure
sweater dress with her brunette hair tied back but with her head bowed.
The contrast with Denise could not be greater. Denise was dressed in
tight black faux leather trousers and a low-cut animal print top that
flashed off her cleavage, over that she was wearing a pink leather
biker jacket and on her feet she wore black high heeled boots. Her face
was made up in a mask of triumph and her blonde hair had been newly
dyed and styled into a bob, large earrings dangled from her ears.
"You've done it then? All gone ok?" said Denise with an evil leer.
"Oh yes, look at me now, mu - sorry, Denise," replied William haughtily
whilst pulling his arm muscle like a body builder. "I'm a fine figure
of a man. What a body - and do you know what? I feel so bright! This
body may be something, but my god I finally feel intelligent!"
"Aa-lison, Aalison, please help me... I've made a mistake, I - I need
to go back, please help me! I don't know nothin! I can't remember me
old life, I'm losing my mind!" wailed the new Charmaine.
Alison rushed over to the new Charmaine, put her arms around Charmaine
and with tears in her eyes, she said, "Oh Daddy, Daddy, I tried to talk
you out of it, but you wouldn't listen. And now it's too late."
"Bu, but I don't want this, quick get them to change me back, I'll pay!
Please! Look at me! Quickly, before I lose me m-mmind. I can't be this
fat slag, I - I just can't!"
"Oh, no, it don't work like that," said Denise stepping up to Charmaine
and Alison and pulling Alison away, before continuing: "You see, you're
gonna stay exactly as you are - as my fat, stupid daughter - for the
rest of your life. And you're gonna lump it and get on with bringin' up
my beautiful granddaughters. And you're never gonna tell a single soul
about this body swap. Because if you do, we're gonna take your money,
William and I, and we're gonna swap me for the lovely Alison here.
Think of it, me in her sweet, innocent body. And her trapped as me.
Forever!"
"No, no, noo!" wailed Charmaine.
"Shush, Daddy. It's true. They'll do it, they've been planning it for a
while. You've got to go along with this, please. Please. You'll never
see me again, but you'll be certain that I've lived the life you wanted
me to - away from this - and them," said Alison - the last point as a
hissed comment in the direction of Denise and William, unusually barbed
for Alison.
"You're right. I can't remember shit anyway," said the new Charmaine
dejectedly. "My old life is gone. I have only got my memories of
Charmaine. Please just take me home to me kids. I know Mrs Smith from
next door can only look after 'em for so long."
With that, sniffing sadly to herself, the new Charmaine got dressed.
"I'll take her home," said William, "don't get your hopes up for a
quick one, though, Charmaine. Interestingly, now I am you but I'm only
interested in men. Definitely, I shall be a gay blade from now on."
William quickly dressed as he said this. "And Denise, you explain to my
'daughter' here how she better keep that sweet trap of hers shut about
all this, if she wants to avoid a life of poverty as an old trout! Got
that girly, not even your mother must know!"
And with that the new William bundled the new Charmaine out of the room
and left.
There was silence in the consulting room at the clinic for a beat as
Denise looking triumphant and Alison looking beaten but defiant watched
the two swapped bodies leave. Slowly, Alison turned to Denise. It was
then her face split into a radiant smile and she positively leapt into
the older woman's arms. The young girl and the mature woman French
kissed passionately.
When they separated, Alison laughing said, "Oh my love, my love, brava!
What a performance!"
"You too, baby girl, you too!" replied Denise.
"It worked. All those weeks after we swapped spending time together
surreptitiously working out the plan. It worked!"
"Don'tcha mean all those weeks when we explored each others bodies in
bed - before and after our swap. The poor little rich girl, who hated
mummy and daddy and wanted to get back at them, who wanted to leave her
stuffy conservative life and live as a gay woman. The once beautiful
old trout who wanted a second chance, to live again, to explore the
world as a beautiful ingenue"
"And no one else twigged - self-absorbed twats!" laughed the new
Alison. "From the moment we met I knew we were kindred spirits - you
seemed so lost as Alison. That idea of paying for the swap by maxing
out your credit card. Pure genius. Don't worry, I'll pay you back every
penny plus interest with my trust fund when I reach 18 next month."
"You'd better, girly," said the new Denise as she stepped up to the new
Alison and slid a fat finger up and under the young girl's skirt, past
her knickers and into her pussy, "or I'll have to collect."
"Soo domme as me aren't you," said the new Alison breathily, playfully
squirming against the new Denise's finger. "How does it feel to be in a
body that fucked your father?"
"Ouch. Don't remind me," said the new Denise as she shuddered and
removed her finger from the new Alison. "You've got a lot of awful
memories of men and that one has to be the worst. You were right about
William - thank God I took your advice to put off the swap until after
he came round to see you. I can live with your memories, but I don't
think I could have gone through with fucking him. Such a pig!"
"Yes, but we've fucked them good and proper," said the new Alison
sounding for a moment like the old Denise.
"Haven't we just, haven't we just, my love. Fascinating, innit, how if
a person swaps to a more intelligent body they get the benefit of the
greater intelligence."
"And if they swap to a dumb fat girl, they wind up thick as shit!"
squealed Alison.
"Hey, careful now that's me daughter you're talkin' about," laughed
Denise, "Funny also how sexuality stays the same, though."
"Which is why we turned out like we did. I'm now a young bisexual girl,
you're a gay older woman, William is a gay man. And as for
Charmaine...." Alison trailed off.
"William always was a poof - he just didn't know it. Wonder if he,
sorry she, has worked out yet she's pregnant by William?"
Laughing and arm in arm the two women left the BodySwpsie clinic. It
would be the last time they saw each other. By arrangement the new
Alison would collect her inheritance (and in so doing surreptitiously
pay the new Denise back for the body swap), finish school by taking her
'A' level exams then, despite what her mother would say, move to Paris
to become a fashion model. The new Denise would become a glamorous but
rather butch gay woman and grandmother, ensuring that the new (and
pregnant) Charmaine received her support with the kids whilst Charmaine
started new work as a web cam model and that the new William kept his
end of the bargain with Denise - that he would pay for the upkeep of
his child with Charmaine even though he would be off gallivanting as a
newly out gay man.
THE END
Copyright 2021 Kelly Newman
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