Posted on September 3, 2026September 3, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Double Trouble 1

A man is accidentally transformed into an identical twin of his MILF coworker and struggles to find a way to change back in Double Trouble 1.

Jason and Marcy are coworkers and friends. Even though he’s in his mid-twenties and she’s in her late thirties and married with kids, they have a lot in common and think of each other as ‘work husband and wife’. Their conversation is easy and their flirtation is harmless. Mostly. There’s a bit of Jason that refuses to admit he’s attracted to her cute face and her curvy MILF figure.

He would never imagine that one day he would have her figure and be her twin, but that’s what happens when they run into a strange woman on the street who curses them. Thinking it’s a joke, Marcy accidentally activates the curse, instantly transforming Jason into her identical twin, clothes and all.

Jason can’t go home looking like this. His girlfriend wouldn’t believe him. With nowhere else to go, Marcy sneaks him into her house and hides him in the guest bedroom. All alone, Jason’s curiosity about his sensual new body gets the best of him and he explores himself fully.

All they have to do is find the woman and get her to change him back, right? But with two Marcy’s running around, it’s not going to be as easy as it seems.

Jason scooted his desk chair close to Marcy and leaned over to change the colors on her monitor, upping the contrast.

“There, that was really bugging me,” he said.

“Then don’t look at my screen so much!” Marcy teased him, laughing her beautiful tingling laugh.

“Your work’s more interesting than mine,” Jason grinned. “Besides, I’m just trying to protect your eyes.”

“Oh, well, thank you kind sir. What would I ever do without you?” she replied, her dark eyes twinkling with laughter.

“Probably have bad eyes.”

“Too late for that,” she said, chuckling again.

Jason rolled his chair back to his desk and leaned back in it, resting his lean hands in his lap. “Bet your eyes are better than mine.”

“No way.”

“Here,” Jason said, handing her his black-framed glasses. “Try ‘em.”

She took his glasses and slipped them on, blinking owlishly. “Oh my god, you are blind,” she laughed again.

He watched her with a grin. At 39 she was older than him by 15 years. But much cuter, with a gentle, motherly figure. Ample breasts that tugged gently at the white blouse she wore. Her black skirt clung to her wide hips, drawing Jason’s eye to her legs whenever she shifted (even though he knew it was wrong he couldn’t help it). Pretty face with a perfect button nose. Half-Fijian, with sun-kissed skin. She was always put together. Nails polished and painted. Outfit perfect. Long brunette hair silky and smoothed down to fall over her shoulders. Today she wore her hair in a ponytail that danced whenever she laughed. And he loved to make her laugh. She was married and he had a serious girlfriend, but they called each other ‘work spouses’. Just harmless flirting. Though, if Jason was being honest, there was a tiny undercurrent of serious flirting.

“The government lets you drive like this?” Marcy teased him once again, before handing his glasses back and wiping her eyes.

“It’s not that bad.” He popped them back on his face, getting a quick hit of her fruity hand lotion as he did so. The scent was delightful, sparking the briefest hint of longing inside him.

“Is your vision better or worse with your eyes closed?”

Jason snorted. “It’s a toss-up.”

She laughed again, covering her mouth and shaking, her eyes sparkling as she looked at him with amusement.

Jason stretched his lanky body, raising his long, lean arms above his head. He always felt awkward in his lanky body compared to Marcy’s easy grace. He couldn’t get his unruly blonde hair to cooperate in anything resembling a decent cut. His sense of style was ‘whatever was on sale’. Marcy was a little high maintenance for him and it would never work out between them, which made the flirting that much more harmless.

Jason’s watch was admonishing him that it was time to stand and he was sick of looking at a screen. Plus, it was close enough to noon anyway.

“All right,” Jason clapped his hands. “You ready for lunch?”

“Absolutely,” she nodded, sending the ponytail jiggling.

They clicked off their computers and strolled down to the lobby. Marcy stepped into the elevator first and Jason forced himself not to glance at her delightfully wiggly figure. She was shorter than him by a foot and as he leaned against the elevator wall across from her she played with the top button on her blouse, drawing Jason’s eye down her ample cleavage despite his best efforts. He would never say anything inappropriate, having the lessons of HR drilled into him and everyone else on an annual basis, but sometimes his eyes had a mind of their own.

“What do you feel like?” She asked him, still fiddling with her top button.

Jason focused on looking her in the eye and absolutely not letting his gaze swoop across her cute-as-hell nose down to her chest.

“Sushi?” He suggested.

“Sounds good.”

It was a warm spring day and the sidewalks of the city were bustling with the lunch crowd. Businesspeople come down from the towers along both sides of the street and formed orderly lines at the little cafes and lunch counters and food trucks nearby. The sushi place was a few blocks down from the engineering firm where they both worked and they walked in companionable silence.

As they waited in line, Marcy pulled out her phone and frowned at a text. “Oh, dear.”

“Trouble at home?” Jason asked, looking over at her, admiring for just a fraction of a second her perfect profile with the graceful chin and upturned nose.

“My daughter’s not feeling well. But I think she’s just got a test she doesn’t want to take,” Marcy replied, before typing out a reply, manicured nails flashing as her fingers danced across the phone.

Marcy had an 18 year old daughter who was, apparently, just like her mother in that she enjoyed buying clothes and looking pretty. Unlike her mother, though, she hadn’t yet learned to buckle down and study. Marcy often told Jason that if there was a class about getting your nails done, her daughter would ace it.

“What did you tell her?”

“I told her to woman up and take the test.”

“Tough love.”

“I swear,” Marcy said, shaking her head and putting her phone away. “Sometimes she just needs someone to call her out on her shit.”

They reached the counter, where Jason added a collection of sushi to his plate before dribbling some soy sauce on top. He paid and grabbed some napkins and some chopsticks.

“Showoff,” Marcy smiled, the edges of her lips quirking up as she grabbed a fork instead.

“Getting it to my mouth with these makes me feel like I’ve really earned the right to eat.” Jason said.

Read the rest in Double Trouble 1.

Posted on August 20, 2026August 20, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Copy That (Part 1)

When a young man’s sister threatens to reveal his secret invention to their parents, he makes a split second decision to stop her by using the new machine to copy his friend’s mind into her body in Copy That (Part 1).

Cole is a brilliant young inventor. Too brilliant, really, though his best friend, Dominic, has become adept at translating his high-minded concepts into everyday English.

Ever since Cole’s last invention nearly destroyed the house, Cole’s parents forbade him from working on anything else. So they have no idea that he’s come up with a brand new invention in the basement that can clone a person’s entire mind.

When Cole’s sister, Callie, discovers his invention and threatens to tell their parents, Cole makes a split second decision and zaps a copy of Dominic’s mind into Callie’s body.

Now Dominic has gone from stumpy to sexy, a clone of his mind inhabiting Callie’s incredible body while his original self looks on longingly. While Cole tries to find a way to restore his sister’s mind, the new Callie has to pretend that everything is normal, even though she has none of the original’s memories. But she finds being a woman isn’t so bad. Particularly when her new body is smoking hot, and incredibly sensitive.

Maybe she shouldn’t go back to her dumpy old self just yet. Not when she’s enjoying this body so much.

And Callie’s friends are so hot.

And Cole’s invention is so easy to use.

“Is it booting up now?” Cole asked from where he crouched behind the basement sofa.

Dominic stopped restlessly spinning around in the worn office chair and glanced at the computer monitor.

“Yeah, that did it,” Dominic replied.

Cole rose and brushed the dust and cobwebs off his hands. As the computer booted up, he took off his thick rimmed glasses and tried to clean them on his shirt. But, since his shirt was as filthy as the rest of him, it just moved the smudges around.

Dominic pushed himself back in the office chair so that it rolled across the concrete floor of the basement and came to rest just against the stairs leading up to the house. He spun himself around a few times, idly, before leaning the chair back and walking his feet as far up the wall as he could form his seated position.

“Jesus, Cole, why did you have to cannibalize your game console to do this?” Dominic said, stifling a yawn.

“My parents won’t buy me the necessary components after the little accident with my last invention,” Cole replied, leaning over the keyboard and typing in some commands.

The ‘little accident’ was an electrical overload that fried the fuse box and cause thirty thousand dollars’ worth of damage to his parents’ house. Cole’s parents had come home to find the fire department handling the mess while Cole and Dominic stood outside watching. Cole’s parents had forbid him from any more of his science experiments after that, which was why all of Cole’s equipment was pushed to the corner of the basement with a handy tarp ready to pull over to hide the whole thing.

“You know,” Dominic said, patting his tubby stomach rhythmically. “You could get what is known as a ‘job’ and buy it yourself. Maybe even move out of your parents’ basement?”

“And live with two annoying roommates like you do?”

“We could get a place together. Then I would only have one annoying roommate.”

“Ah, that would be me, would it?”

“You really are a genius,” Dominic grinned, spinning around in his chair again.

“I promise you this will be much better than any game console,” Cole said, as the computer beeped.

Dominic snorted doubtfully and heaved himself out of his seat to stand over Cole’s shoulder. “What is it?”

The computer was scrounged together from spare parts and Cole’s previously awesome gaming console. It connected via a thick bundle of wires to the butchered game console controller. The whole thing was badly duct taped and soldered together.

“It’s a mind swapping device,” Cole said, distracted as he frowned and typed in some more commands. “If I can get this stupid AI to do what I want it to do.”

“A mind swapping device?”

“Yes. A device that can swap minds.”

“Great. Thank you for the clarification,” Dominic sighed. “You think it will work?”

“I know it will work.”

“That’s what you say every time.”

“In the words of one George Michael, you gotta have faith.”

Dominic picked up the controller connected to the computer. It was much heavier now that Cole had attached a big block to the underside of it that held what amounted to a second computer. Dominic tapped some of the buttons and a green laser pointer flickered across the far wall. Dominic turned the controller around to look at where the laser had come from and Cole grabbed the controller from his hand.

“Careful with that,” Cole said. “It could explode.”

It was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

Cole continued typing for a few seconds, then: “I need to load someone’s mind into this thing. Give me your head.”

“What? No. Use your own head.”

“I’m concerned that there will be a capacity mismatch between my intellect and the specifications to which I constructed this array.”

“Are you saying your genius is too big to be contained in that computer?”

“That’s another way of putting it, yes. It won’t hurt. Just come here and stand still.”

Dominic sighed and dutifully went to stand next to Cole. Cole picked up the remote control and aimed the sensor at Dominic’s head.

“Ready?” Cole asked.

There was a low, soft whump.

“Will it hurt?” Dominic said, shutting his eyes.

“I don’t know. Did it hurt?”

When Dominic opened his eyes Cole was looking at the monitor, where a complicated-looking program displayed several wavelengths and a bewildering chart of numbers that Dominic couldn’t make sense of.

“Yes!” Cole nodded with satisfaction. He turned to Dominic and pointed at the monitor. “That’s you.”

Dominic peered at it. “That’s me?”

“Sort of. It’s an exact copy of your conscious cortex activity.”

“So…my brain is in that computer?”

“That’s what I just said.”

“How did you get everything so quickly and without any…I don’t know…surgery or anything?”

“I could explain it to you but the risk of the knowledge exploding your head is too great.”

Again, it was impossible to tell if Cole was joking or not.

“Does that mean that there’s a ‘me’ in the computer?”

Cole shook his head. “No. This is just data. It needs to be mapped on to an existing brain architecture through the judicious use of the zapping appendage.”

“So translated into normie speak, that means you need to target someone with that modified remote control to transfer that copy of my brain into theirs?”

“Precisely. You should help me with the marketing.”

“First thing I’m doing is changing the name of ‘zapping appendage’. Sounds too porn-y.”

“What about insertion generator?”

“No.”

“The penetrator?”

“Now you’re just fucking with me.” “Yeah.” Cole cracked a smile.

Read the rest in Copy That (Part 1).

Posted on August 10, 2026August 10, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 3

Tim uses his invention to indulge his every fantasy in someone else’s body, changing everyone around him to suit his whims in Head Games 3.

After indulging himself at home, Tim goes out to search of other playthings.

When the beautiful, wealthy Annie crosses his path, she becomes the perfect target. Arrogant. Untouchable. Certain she’s always in control. With the power of his invention, Tim slips beneath her skin, bending body and mind until every extravagant indulgence serves him, and every forbidden craving is satisfied.

Annie takes on his decisions as if they were her own. By the time Tim abandons her, her old self is nothing more than a fading memory. All that’s left is an insatiable hunger to be wanted, claimed, and used by anyone willing to indulge it.

Now Tim needs more.

Returning home, he turns his power toward those closest to him, crossing boundaries that should never be crossed as he chases the fantasies he’s buried for years. With every new possession, temptation grows darker, obsession deeper, and the line between desire and corruption disappears entirely.

Back in the limo, I have Annie take me shopping. Jumping into her body, I order the driver to go to the most exclusive tailor. The kind of place you’re not even allowed inside without an invitation. Once there I return to my body and let Annie pull the ‘do you know who my daddy is?’ card to get us inside. She sits and flips through her phone while I get fitted for new clothes. They’ll all be delivered to my address. At the end of it all there’s no exchange of money. They know Annie’s family. The bill will be sent to the house and paid, probably not even making a dent in their fortunes.

The same happens at the jewelry store, where Annie buys me an expensive watch for myself and diamond earrings plus a necklace for Kelly. Then it’s on to the electronics, where I refurbish my entire apartment. Whenever Annie seems to flag—which occurs less and less the more I use her—I jump into her and restate her generosity towards me and her horniness towards everyone else. When we return to the limo she’s restless, in a constant state of motion and she keeps glancing at me. She wants me. She wants everyone but I happen to be the closest. I close my eyes and jump across to her body.

The world flips. Her silky blonde hair tickles my cheeks. Her floral scent fills my new nostrils. My body is lighter. More energetic. My nails are perfect. Skin glowing. This is what money can do. Take an already great body and make it amazing.

Her restlessness fills me. A deep heat in my core.

I use her own hands to touch herself a little, watching my chest as I feel up the amazing tits I’m now wearing. They’re heavy and bouncy and the heat in my core burns brighter with each stroke. I’m getting so wet just touching her tits, watching her hands caress her own body.

“I need to get fucked so badly,” I coo in her voice, as I continue stroking her soft skin, squeezing those delicious tits.

I tease her body up and up, but I don’t let her finish. I want her nice and horny for the grand finale.

“God, I’m such a horny slut,” I say with her voice as I touch myself. “I need to fuck as many people as I can.” It’s incredibly hot hearing this stuck-up princess talk like this. “My pussy just needs to get filled with cock. That’s all I’m good for. People only want me for my body so I may as well give it to them. Jesus, just the thought of dick makes me wet.”

She’s soaking now. When I jump out of her and stir she presses herself against me, her gorgeous face so close. She’s blushing and giggly, her hand on my thigh.

“Let me ride you. Please.” She begs, her voice dripping with sex.

I turn her down. She rarely hears the word ‘no’ and it makes her angry. She sulks, withdrawing and crossing her arms. But the way she can’t keep still, the way she keeps looking my way and batting her eyes as though she can’t help herself, tells me she still needs it.

Perfect.

I have her take us to a restaurant where we get first class service. The waiters—all men—wear suits and the menu has no prices. The food is exquisite. The wine incredible.

The waiter serving us is a handsome young man with short blond hair and a beefy figure. Light stubble across a strong jaw. He’ll do nicely as a starter.

Beneath the table, Annie runs her bare foot up and down my leg. She glances up at me and bites her lip. Despite all this, she still flirts with the waiter, laughing too loud at his jokes and finding excuses to touch him as she orders. She’s already a far cry from the aloof bitch she was this morning.

When we finish eating, I lean close to her. “Why don’t we go fuck in the bathroom?”

Whatever socialite manners Annie used to have are gone, subsumed by the lust I’ve instilled in her and she takes me up on my crude invitation. She grabs my hand and leads me down the secluded hallway. My eyes are on her perfect wiggling ass and I’m getting excited just thinking about what I’m going to do when I have it as my own.

“Let me just sit down a minute,” I say, as we reach the women’s toilets.

I free myself from Annie’s grip and lean against the wall, closing my eyes, I navigate across the short distance between us and possess her. In a blink, I’m standing up in her body, watching my own form seemingly asleep.

Read the rest on Body Swap Stories, or start from the beginning:

Head Game 1

Head Games 2

Posted on July 16, 2026July 14, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Trophy Wife (Part 3)

Anthony is fully immersed in his new life as a MILFy trophy wife and enjoying everything, from his seductive curves to his sexy assistant to his hunky husband. But his time in Jess’s body is running out and Anthony isn’t sure he’s ready to leave in Trophy Wife 3.

Part 3 of 3 features 21 steamy pages of explicit eroticism featuring a body swap with a MILF.

Trophy Wife 1

Trophy Wife 2

This series has been a collaboration with TeamLV, who are known for the titular LadyValiantComic.com. If you like bodyswap stories with superheroes, check them out! They have over 3000 pages worth of comics overall.

Posted on July 7, 2026July 6, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 2

Tim begins to abuse his power, possessing the bodies of those around him and changing them from within so that they think every new, sexy decision is all their own in Head Games 2.

The more Tim uses his new invention and possesses his wife, using her hands to touch herself, the more sensual his wife becomes when he’s not inside. His desire for her busty body is rubbing off on her. She’s talking dirtier in bed. Showing off more skin. Loving her body almost as much as Tim does.

So he decides to push it.

Her wardrobe is conservative and covers too much so Tim possesses his wife and then goes shopping. At each store he settles into her body and picks out sexier outfits. Dresses. Skirts. Swimsuits. Adjusting her mind until she loves showing off more skin.

But Tim still isn’t satisfied. He wants more. With this power he could have practically anyone he wants, as long as he can get close enough to them. There are so many possibilities. He’ll never have to work again as long as he can find a rich stranger. And if they’re rich and hot and selfish and deserving of being taken down a peg…so much the better.

Tim

Kelly’s alarm wakes both of us the next morning. She slaps it off sleepily but doesn’t make an effort to get up. I roll over and spoon her, resting my hand on one of her pillowy breasts as I press myself against her bubble butt. God, it was so fun being in her body. Feeling her up with her own hands. My manhood stirs against her butt and I kiss the back of her neck.

“Mmm,” she moans, “I have to get up.”

“Call in sick,” I say, kissing the back of her neck again.

“That would be nice,” she says, as she slips out from beneath the covers. My wife has always had a sense of duty to her work.

I lie in bed and watch her sleepily as she stretches and stands. Interestingly, she reaches up and cups her breasts through her nightie, squeezing them briefly with a little sigh of contentment before letting them drop. Then she disappears into the bathroom.

It seems the changes I accidentally made to her have stuck. When I was in her body, I watched in the mirror as I made her touch herself, enamored with her curves. She seems to have retained that self-desire and even gained a little more self-confidence in her body. Before, she didn’t like to even look at herself and we would have quiet sex in the dark. But last night she couldn’t stop grabbing her tits as she rode me. Even threw in some dirty talk, which I’ve never heard her do. And just a second ago she looked so happy touching herself.

I wonder how far I can push these changes. How much confidence can I give her? How much sexier can I make her?

I get out of bed and go to the spare room, which houses my makeshift lab. On the workbench sits my modified grey beanie, strung with electronic filaments and a powerful processor. I was just attempting to create a program that could read minds but I’ve accidentally created something much more powerful. With this on my head, I can put my mind into the body of anyone nearby, effectively taking them over. I’ve already used it on Grant, the neighbor in the apartment next door, jumping into his body as he was having sex with his hot Spanish wife, Mira.

My phone dings with a message. Another picture of Mira from Grant’s phone. This one of Mira in the middle of putting on her bra, her tight little breasts still exposed. When I was in Grant’s body I sent myself a topless picture of Mira and it seems I’ve made Grant enjoy sending such pictures, not knowing who he’s sending them to.

I put the beanie on and lie down on the floor so I don’t hurt myself when my consciousness flits out. Powering it up with the little button at the back, I close my eyes. The staticky radar sphere jumps into view. Like a 3D map except that it only shows other people. They’re the big white dots. I consider Grant and Mira next door. Maybe hop in for a morning quickie? But then the white dot that symbolizes Kelly moves into the edge of the map. I move my mind towards her ,pushing closer, until the white dot envelops my entire vision and the world flips.

In a flash, I’m in Kelly’s body, in the bathroom, my mouth full of toothpaste. I’m thrown slightly off balance from the sudden reorientation of my body from a sitting to a standing position—not to mention the entirely different shape—and I put my hand out on the counter for balance. I finish brushing my teeth and bend down to spit into the sink. My dirty-blonde hair falls down my face and nearly into the sink while, at the same time, gravity pulls down on my delightfully heavy breasts.

I pull my hair back out of my face and spit, clean the toothbrush off in the running water and then put it away. I make Kelly look at herself in the mirror, my gaze tracing across the cute slope of her nose, her enchanting eyes. My lips curl into a slight smile as I admire her body from inside, my eyes swooping down to my chest, where my breasts press against the loose nightie.

I return to the bedroom a little clumsily, forgetting for a moment how her body moves. How her hips sway, her breasts jiggle. I pick her phone up off the nightstand and open it up. Flipping open her messaging app, I find her boss’s name and send him a message that Kelly is sick and won’t be coming to work today.

In her closet, I flick through Kelly’s clothes. They’re all long and drab and conservative. Well, yesterday I began to fix her confidence. Today, I’ll work on her wardrobe.

“Hmmm,” I say with her voice. “I don’t like any of these outfits. Think I’ll do some shopping and get something a little sexier.” The more I rationalize what I’m making her do, the more she internalizes it and sees it as her own decision.

I slide her heavy tits into a bra, manhandling them to fit them into the cups. I find her big mom-jeans and a plain shirt that doesn’t really flatter her figure. It doesn’t matter, though. This is all going to go.

Read the rest in Head Games 2.

Posted on June 25, 2026June 25, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Comic: Mystery Man

Adapted by TeamLV with amazing art by Fern Biz, this stunning comic is a graphic retelling of Mystery Man by M Wills, about a woman who is returned to her body a year after a body switcher stole it. As she retraces his steps, she learns about all the depraved things he did while in her body. The Mystery Man comic is available on Body Swap Stories.

She was forcibly body swapped with a fat slob, stuck muddling through his life for a year as he disappeared with her gorgeous body. She thought she was stuck like that forever, and then one day she finds herself back in her own body.

But it’s been so changed she hardly recognizes herself in the mirror. Bigger breasts. Plumper lips. A life of secrets waiting to be discovered.

And then the man she had been for that year turns up dead.

With the help of a detective, who also has ties to the body switcher, she’s tracking down what happened in the missing year of her life while trying to solve the murder. As she follows the trail of the body switcher, she learns just how wild he’s been inside her.

Each clue sheds light on another depraved action as the body switcher thoroughly used her for his own pleasure and completely upended her life. He’s been enjoying her delicate form, turning her into a living sex doll and leaving a tantalizing trail of bread crumbs so she can discover exactly how decadent he’s been in her life right up to the end. She won’t like the answers, but she needs to find them.

30 pages. Black and white.

Posted on June 2, 2026June 2, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Head Games 1

A new invention lets a man possess the body of his wife and neighbors, and makes them think that everything he does while inside them is their decision in Head Games 1.

Tim is a failed inventor, failed entrepreneur and he’s about to have a failed marriage. His wife, Kelly, is growing tired of him wasting time on inventions that never pan out while she faces the drudgery of a boring office job each day. To make matters worse, their bedroom life is lackluster. Is it any wonder that Tim’s thoughts have begun to wander to his stunning Latina neighbor?

And then Tim finds that he’s accidentally invented something amazing.

It doesn’t look impressive. Just a grey beanie strung with wires and filaments to turn it into a brain scanner. Tim thinks it will just read his mind but it turns out to do so much more.

When wearing it, Tim discovers that he can beam his consciousness into any person nearby and possess their body. On accident, Tim ends up inside his neighbor, the husband of the stunning Latina that Tim has been fantasizing about. When she walks through the door, Tim can’t resist the opportunity to live out his fantasy, even if he has to use someone else’s body to do it.

When Tim hops out, he discovers his neighbor doesn’t suspect he’s been possessed. In fact, his neighbor has changed. Taking on Tim’s actions as his own.

Now Tim’s no longer interested in changing the world…just the people around him.

Tim

Even with the window open, the spare bedroom I use as my lab is filled with acrid smell of solder and burnt hair. We’re seven floors up so I think the breeze will clear out the room soon enough. If we lived in a house, I’d no doubt have taken up the entire garage with my electronics and tools and work table. As it is, I’ve had to carefully organize the space in our apartment, shuffling computers and other devices in and out of closets here and the hallway.

My wife, Kelly, hates the clutter but tolerates it for me. One day, one of my inventions is bound to pay off. I believe in me but my wife, Kelly, is getting a little impatient. I can’t really blame her. She’s the one with the steady but boring office job bringing home the money while I spend my days “following my dreams” toiling on groundbreaking inventions. I haven’t reached the groundbreaking stage yet but I’m hopeful it will happen soon before Kelly loses her last scraps of patience.

I’m in the middle of threading another fine metal filament through the grey beanie in my lap when my phone dings with a text. It’s from Kelly reminding me that I promised we’d go out for dinner tonight for a long overdue date night. Not quite nagging, but not not nagging, either. I text her back, assuring her I’m on it.

When I set the phone down I realize how much my body aches from bending over my work for so long. I stand and stretch, cracking my back nicely. I take a deep breath to relax. Something stinks. Raising my arm to sniff myself I realize it’s me. There are deep pit stains on my thin grey tee shirt. I didn’t shave this morning. Did I brush my teeth?

Kelly will be home in an hour. I haven’t been outside all day and could use some fresh air before she gets here. My hand on the doorknob I consider changing or showering or at least putting on deodorant but then I figure…who am I trying to impress?

The answer comes walking out of the elevator as I’m standing in front of it. Mira. One of my newlywed neighbors in the apartment next to mine. A haughty Latina with long black hair, fiery dark eyes and gorgeous bronzed skin. Her body is tight but curvy in all the right places. Bouncy breasts. Bubble butt. Legs for days.

Mira is tapping with both thumbs on her phone when the elevator doors open. She looks up and sees me, her lips curling up in a forced polite smile. We’ve talked a few times, mostly when we’re stuck in the elevator together. She always seems a little aloof. Almost disdainful of having to talk to me, like she’d rather be anywhere else. All my jokes are met with silence or, even worse, a slight sigh.

Why does being scorned by her make her seem that much hotter?

I step aside to let Mira out and she brushes past me, her little nose wrinkling in disgust as she smells me. I smile politely but she deliberately ignores me. Glancing after her as she walks down the hall, my eyes skim across her tight jeans form-fitted to that incredible ass and those long, lean legs. Mira flaunts what she has, unlike my wife, who seems ashamed of her body. Maybe that’s the big attraction. That confidence. The elevator almost shuts without me in it but I shoot out my hand to stop the doors and step inside.

I walk through the lobby and outside. There’s a small stretch of manicured lawn in front of our building and I stand and stretch in the tiny patch of grass, enjoying the cool breeze playing over my body. It brings with it the sounds of the afternoon traffic a few streets away. As I’m doing some stretched, Mira’s husband comes up the pathway.

His name is Grant. He’s a burly, thick-necked lug of a man. A construction worker who seems to be mostly muscle. Not much of a conversationalist but Mira must see something in him. His white shirt and fluorescent vest are streaked with dirt and stretched taut across his impressive chest, leaving his powerful arms bare. He looks like he could crush me in one hand.

“Hi,” I nod politely.

He grunts and nods back without stopping. After a few minutes I turn and go back in, pausing only to collect the mail, which is mostly junk these days. Then back up the lift and to my apartment. Checking the time, I see I can squeeze in some more work on my project before I have to get ready for my date night with my wife.

I return to the spare room and sit at my workbench, retrieving the grey beanie I’m currently working on. I’ve heavily modified it, stuffing it with hundreds of thin filaments so it has the same effect as a diode on the head and allows me to scan brain waves. The circuits are integrated into the beanie with a wireless antennae to send the data to my computer, which will interpret it and spit out the user’s thoughts, allowing direct brain interface of everyday objects without the need for invasive surgery. Hopefully.

I’m bent over at my work for about thirty minutes before the noise from next door starts up through the thin walls. First the rhythmic tap-tap-tap of the head of the bed knocking gently against our shared wall. Then, faintly, Mira’s cries of “Aye, papi!” This is followed by her orgasmic cries rising in pitch until she reaches the crest and her voice breaks in ecstasy. A pause and then Grant’s groans. Then both of them together as the tap-tap-tapping comes quicker until it ends with another of Mira’s long moans.

I’m ashamed to admit how much listening to them turns me on. Well, listening to her, anyway.

There’s a knock on the door behind me.

“Come in,” I call out, as I set the tweezers down on the scarred secondhand table I use as my workbench.

I swivel my chair around as my wife, Kelly, opens the door. She wrinkles her cute nose at the smell and sticks out her tongue in disgust.

“Ugh, it stinks in here.” “Nice to see you, too, honey,” I joke.

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Posted on May 19, 2026May 19, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

Two of a Kind 2: Ethan

Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, has stolen the bully’s shapeshifting powers and is using them for her own ends. But she’s changed, and Ethan is determine to find out exactly what happened between her and the bully in Two of a Kind 2: Ethan, available on Body Swap Stories.

Ethan’s girlfriend, Maya, was fiercely protective of him and constantly urged him to stand up and defend himself from Connor’s bullying. Confrontation was never Ethan’s strong suit and Maya had taken on being both his loving girlfriend and his defender.

But she can’t defend him from Connor’s new ability to shapeshift. Ethan can’t even bring himself to tell her about it because it sounds too crazy. Anyone could be Connor in disguise, and Ethan becomes ever more scared and withdrawn. Maya notices the personality change and disappears one day to confront Connor.

They both return…different. Maya has a newfound confidence bordering on aggressiveness. Connor is meek and mild and almost scared to be seen with Ethan. It’s almost like they switched personalities.

Maye refuses to tell Ethan anything about what happened when she confronted Connor except to say that she stole the source of his power: the shapeshifting nanobots. Now Maya is the one transforming, and she uses her powers on herself and Ethan to transform them into exact duplicates of the school’s hottest couple. They enjoy the most sensual encounter of their lives before gender swapping so they can experience it from the other side.

In all the excitement, Maya doesn’t seem to notice that Ethan has stolen some of her nanobots. He works on mastering their shapeshifting power so he can discover why Maya is acting so different. What happened between her and Connor?

The truth may be more than Ethan is ready for.

This is Ethan’s story.

Part 2 of 3.

Ethan had been content to just get by at high school. At eighteen, he wasn’t popular but he wasn’t unpopular, either. He had a few close friends. An awesome girlfriend in Maya who somehow loved him despite his awkwardness. Hell, she took almost as much grief from hanging with the nerds as he did just being a nerd. They both loved puzzles and games and escape rooms. This love of problem-solving extended to their digital lives as they experimented with jailbreaking apps on the internet.

When AI came around, they extended their jailbreaking experience, exploring and sharing tips with other online fanatics to get the programs to ignore their safeguards. It was another form of hacking but a little more social because AI needed to be treated as a person. Tricked and manipulated into doing Ethan’s bidding in a way that he could never pull off against a person in the real world. To Ethan, these systems had the IQ of a genius and the naivety of a baby and it was fun to hack them. Nothing malicious. Just to prove that these systems weren’t as safe and foolproof as the developers claimed. His proudest moment was getting a call from a credit card company that was using an AI voice bot and then tricking that voice bot into revealing the name and email address of the company CEO. For the big reward, Ethan had thrown in a suggestion every now and then but Maya had done most of the work, though she had shied away from the publicity and begged Ethan to take her place so that he was the one who posed with the big, fake check.

Connor had been a terror to Ethan for a long time. Ethan didn’t know why he’d been singled out. Why do bullies do anything? But the torment had steadily been growing worse. Maya insisted he just needed to punch Connor in the nose and he’d learn his lesson and go away but Ethan thought that would just inflame the situation. It didn’t help that Maya could cowl Connor and force him to back down seemingly through sheer force of will in a way that Ethan never could. Maya had that killer instinct. The competitive streak hidden beneath a cute, unassuming veneer and which revealed itself at the unlikeliest of times. Apparently, staring down bullies brought it out.

When Maya saved Ethan from Connor that day behind the cafeteria, Ethan feared it would just make Connor worse and he told Maya so but she scoffed.

“How could it get any worse? I’m telling you, you just need to stand up to him once and he’ll fall apart. I mean, he can’t even face me!” She said, brown eyes flashing.

It had gotten worse. He’d been shocked when the principal accused him in front of the whole school of peeing in his pants. Where had she got that idea? The next thing he knew, everyone was whispering about him. The principal, Mrs. Morgan, seemed to stalk him all that day just so she could make fun of him. Wasn’t it her who started the nickname? And what was he going to do, fight the principal? Maya certainly wanted to and he had to restrain her. Ethan would take it quietly like he always did. He just wanted to be left alone to play with his programs.

And then Mrs. Morgan had pulled him into the hallway during class and Ethan’s whole world crumbled as he watched his beautiful, busty principal transform into his bulky, pug-nosed tormentor. Ethan barely heard Connor’s threats as he tried to process this break from reality. Connor hammered home his new abilities by transforming into a series of people, ending as Maya. For Ethan, it was the ultimate shock watching his loving girlfriend direct her venom at him, even knowing that it was the bully manipulating her body.

Connor made good on his torment, popping up at the most unexpected times and turning Ethan into a nervous wreck. Ethan was constantly on alert while at the same time completely unable to do anything as random strangers mocked him, teachers picked on him, friends turned on him. Every now and then Connor would show up in his usual body and smirk at Ethan, enjoying watching Ethan cower as he stomped by, knowingly he was completely untouchable with his awesome and impossible powers.

Maya noticed the change in Ethan. The way he became more withdrawn. She questioned him but he held back the truth from her. It was too crazy. At times he would wonder whether she really was Maya or just Connor in disguise, biding his time for the next humiliation. Then she would reach for him and compliment him or kiss him or just scoot near him. Surely, the real Connor wouldn’t do that? Still, Ethan’s constant alertness seemed to gnaw at Maya. She finally cornered him one day at his house as they lounged around his bedroom, each engaged in their laptops.

“What’s wrong?” She asked after he sighed.

“Nothing,” Ethan said, avoiding her eyes.

“Something’s going on,” she said, swiping her hair behind a delicate ear.

Her slight brows were furrowed in annoyance and he just wanted to kiss them smooth. He sat on his bed as she paced back and forth in his room.

“You’ve been different lately. I mean, I don’t blame you. I’m not sure why the principal decided to pick on you. Have you told anyone about it?”

“No one would believe me,” he pushed up his glasses and rubbed his eyes.

The principal was just the most blatant of Connor’s many guises. Maya had no idea about the many other people Connor had become.

“It’s obvious, though. Surely, it’s against some rule.”

“Just leave it.”

“No. It’s not fair. Ethan, if the principal is being a bully you need to stick up to her.”

“Should I punch her in the nose?” He suggested wryly. “No. That’s just for Connor,” she said, hands clasped behind her back, missing the humor in her focus on solving Ethan’s problem. It didn’t help that she was lacking crucial information.

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Posted on May 7, 2026May 7, 2026 by M Wills — Leave a comment

The Experiment

An accident in the grad school lab swaps the bodies of Jamie and his long-time crush, Lauren, and he soon finds being in her body is much more sensual than he ever imagined in The Experiment.

Jamie has had a crush on Lauren since they meet years ago in school and his attraction has only grown since then. When they end up at the same grad school, Jamie jumps at the chance to spend even more time with Lauren by signing up to help with her work on transferring thoughts.

But when they try it on themselves, the machine swaps their bodies and then burns out, leaving them stuck. With the part to repair the machine on order, they’ll have to spend the next three days in each other’s skin. On the bright side, this is a huge opportunity to experiment with trying out life as the opposite gender.

But while Jamie may have Lauren’s body, he still has his own male libido. His own male lust. And it’s now focused on his new body. How can he possibly keep his hands off himself now that he’s in the body of his crush? How can he resist this once in a lifetime opportunity to experience every sensual thing about being a woman? How can he refrain from being seduced by Lauren’s flirty female roommate? And what will Lauren do to him if she finds out everything he’s done in her body?

Then again…maybe this experiment that swaps their bodies is the best thing to ever happen to Jamie and Lauren.

Jamie scooped up Victor, the white lab rat, and set him in the box at the start of the maze.

“Trial number four,” Jamie said, for the benefit of the cameras. He glanced over at Lauren, who sat at the end of the maze with a stop watch in her hand. “Ready?”

“Ready,” she affirmed.

“Opening the cage…now,” Jamie said, pulling up the grate that let the lab rat into the maze as Lauren pressed the button on the stopwatch.

They watched Victor scurry around corners and down passages. The rat’s personality had definitely changed after the experiment, but they needed more quantifiable data. Jamie pushed his slender glasses up the bridge of his nose as he tracked the mouse’s motions. When Victor arrived at the end, Lauren tapped the stop watch.

“Twenty three point two seven seconds,” she said, grinning. “That was about Hugo’s time! I mean, I guess technically it still is Hugo’s time.”

Hugo was the other lab rat. Victor’s partner in this experiment.

Jamie ran his hand through his short hair. “Holy shit.”

Lauren jumped up from her stool and grabbed Jamie’s shoulders, shaking him joyfully as she looked up at him. Her dark burgundy hair bounced across her cheeks and her green eyes were bright with excitement.

“Do you realize what this means?” She asked.

Jamie grabbed her shoulders back, grinning just as stupidly. “This damn thing works!”

She released him and squealed happily, shaking her fists with joy. Jamie watched her, the little throng of longing inside him that had never disappeared sparking briefly as he watched her pretty face light up with happiness. He thought she was the prettiest girl he’d ever seen when they met at age twelve and he still thought so ten years later. They’d become good friends, hanging out with their other friends every weekend, going to film festivals and museums together, attending her soccer games, even majoring in the same field. They’d split up after graduating high school to go to different universities but had never lost touch. Then, by happy circumstance, they met back up in real life when they both got into the same graduate program.

They’d been practically inseparable. Even that one night in their senior year of high school when he’d come so close to confessing how he felt about her. She preemptively shut him down gracefully, leaving no doubt that she had sensed his intentions and hadn’t wanted to ruin the friendship.

It stopped Jamie from voicing his desire but did nothing to stop the desire itself. The image of her gorgeous face, with the cute spray of freckles across the bridge of her perfect nose and her beautiful almond-shaped eyes, was burned into his memory. He’d had girlfriends but Lauren was always at the edge of his thoughts.

She was so lively, so energetic, a little burst of sunshine wherever she went. And when she put her mind to something then nothing would stand in her way. Plus, her body was incredible. She still played soccer recreationally and kept herself fit. Jamie had seen her in a bathing suit a few times and, while he tried not to ogle, he couldn’t help looking at her. He still remembered her pink swimsuit she wore the summer after graduation. Her legs went on for days, disappearing beneath the form-fitting top that clung to the most perfect sculpted ass, her trim waist, and her slender breasts.

On a good day, Jamie thought of himself as the Peter Parker to Lauren’s Mary Jane. A little nerdy, with dark brown hair carefully combed to one side. Glasses. Polo shirts. He worked out a little and had compliments on his arms when he went sleeveless to the gym so he wasn’t a complete stereotypical nerd. Unlike Lauren, Jamie was content to mostly go along with the flow.

When the two of them met up again in the graduate program, Jamie jumped at the chance to collaborate on a program and get swept up in Lauren’s enthusiasm even though he didn’t think her work had much chance. Lauren was focusing on consciousness and its physical position in the brain. Together they constructed a prototype machine—not much more than a massive bundle of wires and two little computer chips with tiny needles connected to a vastly complicated computer—that, theoretically, would swap the consciousness of two living things. The project was so outlandish they even came up with a secret codename for it when they talked about it in public: the McGuffin device. Named after one of Lauren’s favorite philosophy professors.

Jamie and Lauren had gone through several mice, making adjustments to the machine each time, before they reached Victor and Hugo. The two mice had lived and, crucially, seemed to have switched personalities with no ill effects. Hugo now had Victor’s love of strawberries and Victor ran the maze just like Hugo used to do.

Lauren put Victor carefully back in his cage and then turned to Jamie. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this. This is huge!”

“Should we tell the professor?” Jamie asked, always a little more concerned with rules.

Lauren strode to the laptop and opened it up, flicking back through her notes. She swiped her dark red hair out of her face, tucking it behind a tiny ear. She pressed on her nose in thought as she poured over the data. Her white lab coat hung loose above her normal street clothes: black three quarter length yoga pants and a simple white top with some lace at each shoulder.

“No, not yet,” Lauren said. “I want to make absolutely sure we’ve done it. The data is good but…people still won’t believe it. If this becomes some late night comedian’s joke we’ll never get funding to do more. This will sit on a shelf in some office and be completely forgotten about.”

“But the numbers are all right there. Everything matched up. Victor and Hugo have switched tastes. They’ve switched knowledge of each other’s tasks. It’s as close as we’re going to get without teaching them to talk.” Jamie pulled on his lower lip in thought.

Lauren stopped and looked up at Jamie. “That’s it. That’s what we have to do.”

“What? Teach them to talk?”

“No,” she shook her head and looked up at him with her gorgeous green eyes. “They can’t talk but we can try it out on something that can.”

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