Crazy Bitch [prostitute swap]

"You have always been one crazy bitch who overreacted on everything. But this... this is clearly taking it to far Monica!" Joe said to his wife. "Oh? Taking the amount of money you spent on that girl I thought you must really like that body. I was just trying to make you a favor." Monica said. "I said I was sorry Monica. A thousand times. I even offered to sign any divorce papers without any hassle. And you do this? I only slept with her twice! Jessica is not the run of the mill hooker Monica. 

She is a high class call girl. She fulfills any and every sexual desire you have. And since you weren't putting out anymore I had quite a few desires to be fulfilled!" Joe tried to explain himself. "So this is all my fault?" Monica asked. "Yes! I mean.. no. Of course not. It is mine. But this... think about Jessica? This is not her fault! She was just doing her job! And now she is stuck as me?" Joe pointed out. "I know. And I do feel sorry for Jessica. Which is why I made her an offer that she will accept if she does not want to end up as the new family dog." Monica said. "What offer?" Joe wondered. "Oh nothing big really. She just pretends to be you for a while until the divorce is finalized and I get what I deserve. Until then she does exactly as I say. And after that she can choose anybody she wants to be." Monica said. "And you are just going to leave me like this?! Please Monica. Just switch us back. I will give you everything you want. The house. The money. Anything." Joe begged. "That's a nice offer dear. But I can get all that from Jessica. And this way... I can get to have some fun with you." Monica said. "What do you mean?" Joe asked.

 "Well, I asked Jessica to order you. For tonight. She already told me that you are free tonight. I'm sure you will get the call from your boss pretty soon. And you are going to fulfill every sexual desire you had. And I will be watching. To make sure my husband get's his moneys worth of course. And I am thinking of making it a weekly thing until the divorce is through. Who knows. We might get real kinky one night and ask your friend Brad to come over as well." Monica explained. Joe gulped. He knew his wife was dead serious.

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Personalities Fit The Body [bro\sis swap]

The Swapping Grounds

 

Where Does She Keep It? [neighbors swap]

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The Price of Silence [swap class]

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Life Gained And Weight Lost

 Swap between neighbors

Nadine The Teasing Marquise

Stop Staring [raygun swap]

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Hank looked up and sighed, "Can you please stop staring at me like that?" "Can you blame me? You are the most beautiful chick I've ever seen", Tom replied, "Besides....you were the one, who chose these bodies for us. You must have realized, what kind of effect your looks would have on me." Hank rolled his eyes and sat up, "I already told you a hundred times: I did NOT choose these bodies! It was an honest mistake. They just got in the way!" After their latest heist the police was on their trail and they were closing in fast. So Hank and Tom had no other choice but to fall back on their emergency plan. 

They had an experimental ray gun part of some earlier heist's loot. And with the help of this gun the two partners-in-crime could swap bodies. Once. So Hank frantically looked around for potential targets. And he quickly found them. Two good-looking college-age guys. But unfortunately right when he pulled the trigger newly-weds Derek and Carol stepped in the way. And while Tom had it quite easy to get used to his new body obviously, Hank had a much harder time. But even- tually he accepted Carol's body and life as his own. And he didn't only get accustomed to Tom's stares. He even started to encourage them by wearing sexier, more revealing outfits. Or by wearing even less clothes. 

Underground Body Market

Indipendent Research

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Walter was so frustrated. It had been eight months since he'd had his body stolen. Before the bodyswap, he'd been the captain of his police department, as well as a devoted husband and father. Now none of the people he'd once known--his wife, his children, his friends, and most importantly, his department--believed he was who he said he was. They all dismissed him as a crazy woman. His wife had even taken out a restraining order on him. Meanwhile, Allison, the woman who had stolen Walter's body, was living his life, for purposes Walter couldn't begin to fathom. He couldn't imagine why a young, beautiful, healthy woman would want to switch bodies with a stocky 59-year-old man with a heart condition. So Walter had begun to do some detective work on his own. He'd expected to find that Allison was working alone. Instead, he'found something far more disturbing. Walter had stumbled across a vast web of bodyswapping, human trafficking, illegal technological development, and organized crime, all in service of something called the Underground Body Market. It was shrouded in mystery, and to most people, it was little more than a rumor. Not even the FBI or the CIA seemed to believe the Body Market actually existed. Walter was working alone. What was the Body Market up to? Were they really just trying to hook people up with better bodies, as the few official statements the Body Market had made through the Dark Web claimed? That was bad enough, given that they obtained bodies by kidnapping people and holding them captive. But Walter had a hunch the Body Market's ultimate goals were more sinister. Were they funding terrorism? Were they replacing important people as part of some grand scheme to control or undermine entire nations or societies? Walter even wondered if he'd had his body stolen because someone wanted control of his police department. It was the best explanation he'd come up with for why someone would want his body. Unfortunately, Walter's instincts on these kinds of matters were rarely wrong. It was why he'd been such a successful detective in his younger days. After months of investigation, though, Walter had hit a wall. The identities of the Body Market's upper echelon, the organization's methods and sources of funding and ultimate goals, they were too well-protected. He had a feeling he would soon have to take more drastic steps to uncover the secrets of the Underground Body Market. He'd purchased a few firearms and some body armor, and he'd gathered his findings into a file that he planned to mail to a few trusted colleagues from his old life. Walter only hoped that, if something happened to him, someone else would pick up the investigation. Whatever the Underground Body Market was up to, it was big. The world couldn't afford for the Market to vanish into the cracks again.