A magical board game forces a son to swap bodies with his stepmom in Game Changer, on Smashwords or Amazon.
While cleaning out the attic, Trent finds a mysterious board game. He sits down to play it with his stepmom and soon discovers that the game is magical, altering their bodies with each card they play. It’s amusing and enjoyable…until she plays a card that makes them swap bodies.
They desperately want to change back, but every card they play seems to make it worse, causing them to take on each other’s thoughts and desires. The game seems determined to make them take their time, altering their reality and forcing them to really get to know their new bodies.
Can they swap back before their minds entirely match their new bodies? Or will the game win?
This 10,000+ word story contains erotic male to female body swaps, body transformations, and erotic solo and couple scenes.
“How much did the spell change?” Trent asked, sniffing and wiping his—too smooth!—cheeks.
A knock on the door made them both jump. Turning, Trent saw through the window that it was Sarah at the door. She met his eyes and waved. Trent glanced back at his mom, and she raised a thick eyebrow.
“Answer it. You’re the mom for now.”
Trent gulped and walked to the door, supremely conscious of the way his new body moved and jiggled as his weight shifted from foot to foot. He could feel his slender breasts bounce, the natural sway of his hips, the tickle of hair down his neck. He opened the door and put on a smile for Sarah.
“Hey, Emily, sorry to be a pest, but I’ve got the lawnmower all ready for Trent.” Sarah beamed at him.
Looking at Sarah still made Trent feel slightly warm as he admired her freckled nose and the delicate shape of her face. At least there was some part of him that was unchanged. He needed to get Sarah out of here and get back to the game. He thought his mom felt the same so he was surprised when she spoke up:
“I’ll come right over.”
“Great,” Sarah beamed.
As Emily passed Trent she gave him a guilty grin and whispered to him, “I want to try out your muscles.”
Trent shut the door behind them. He was alone in his house in his mom’s body. Looking down at himself, he was again greeted with his mom’s slight cleavage. Maybe it was the game, or maybe it was just his mind adjusting, but having breasts didn’t seem too terrible just then. Maybe if he could forget they were his mom’s he could enjoy them.
He hurried down the hall to his room, his wide butt swaying behind him. He closed and locked the door, turning to go to the bed but freezing at the sight of himself in the full-length mirror on his closet door. His mom’s reflection gazed back at him, her eyes bright with wonder. She had—or, Trent guessed he had now—striking brown eyes set wide beneath delicate arched eyebrows. His nose was graceful, his lips plump, his cheekbones sharp. The more he stared at his new self in the mirror the more his mind wandered to all the other changes. Yes, it was his mom, but it felt like himself.
Trent slipped out of his silky dress and then fumbled with his bra, stretching and shimmying until he finally managed to unclasp it and shrug it off. His breasts hung free and he stared at them for a second. They were small, delicate curves, sagging only slightly. He tentatively took them in each hand. His palms covered them with room to spare and they were surprisingly firm and pleasantly jiggly. Fun to squeeze. He did so, contorting them into fatter, wider mounds up against his chest. The areolae were broad pink circles, the nipples sensitive little nubs. He tweaked each nipple lightly before squeezing his arms together to make them appear bigger. They felt nice to touch, and even nicer to watch his dainty fingers touching. It was kind of funny making his mom touch herself and he giggled, an adorable sound.
There was a growing warmth within him, and he hooked his thumbs beneath the hem of the panties and rolled them down his legs. He stepped out of them and ogled the pear-shaped woman in the mirror, eyes travelling up and down the soft skin, admiring the small tits, the plump butt. He turned and grabbed a handful of his ass. There was so much to grab. He squeezed and jiggled it, watching the skin wiggle at his touch. He shifted his weight from leg to leg, ogling the delicious round butt. He always did like a nice bubble butt, and his mom had it in spades. Well, he had it now.
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