Inside: A Body Theft Story Collection (Preview)

What?! Another story collection so soon? That’s right, enjoy two books this month! Presenting Inside: A Body Theft Story Collection. Available on Smashwords, Amazon, and wherever ebooks are sold.

I wouldn’t be surprised if some retailers don’t accept it because it’s loaded with forced body swaps, dubious consent, and pseudo-incest between a stepmother and her stepson. If you enjoy it I’d love it if you’d leave a positive review on the site you’ve purchased it from. Check out a preview below:

Experience what it would be like to steal someone’s body and use it however you wish in this explicit sexual collection of body theft stories. Featuring:

Inside the Neighbor
Mike’s neighbor is a stunning older woman. When Mike gets hold of a magic powder he uses it to swap their bodies and experience her life for a day. But little does she know, he has plans to keep her body forever.

Creeping Inside
Ed’s 18 year old daughter is acting strange, and the creep who lives across the street swears that they swapped bodies. Can Ed figure out the truth before the creep takes over his daughter’s life forever?

Sealed Inside
A stepmother covets the youth and vigor of her stepson’s girlfriend, and uses magic to steal it for herself.

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Mike shut off the lawnmower and turned to check for any spots he’d missed on the enormous lawn. Satisfied, he wheeled the mower up the driveway and stowed it back in Mrs. Carter’s garage. Allison Carter lived in the large house next door to Mike. The only difference was that he had to share it with five other guys to make ends meet while she lived with her husband with only occasional visits from her college-aged daughters. Allison paid Mike some much needed cash to do the landscaping for her large front lawn and garden once a week in the summer, which was one of the reasons Mike kept it up. The other reason Mike kept coming back was Allison, herself.

Allison was in her early forties and kept her body in great shape. She had a nicely curvy body with wide thighs and heavy breasts. She wasn’t supermodel thin, either, she had meat on her bones like a good barbecued rib: just enough to be tasty and leave you wanting more. Not that Mike had had any. He doubted she had any interest in a pale, lanky 23 year old who shared a house when both her and her husband were lawyers who pulled in huge cash and drove matching Maseratis.

Just as Mike had finished stowing away the mower, Allison poked her head out the garage door.

‘Thanks for the hard work, Mike. Would you like to come in for some lemonade?’ she asked.

Her pale blue eyes stared at him with an eager joy from her pleasant face. She was always such a positive person. As far as Mike knew she was happily married, and he could never tell if her attitude towards him was flirtatious or if she was just naturally bubbly and bouncy.

‘Sure, I’d love to, Allison,’ Mike said, forcing his eyes to not roam over her scantily clad body. Today, her long, blonde hair was left free to drop over her shoulders in waves. She wore a sheer blue beach dress that flowed down over her breasts and ended mid-thigh. The fabric was practically see-through and underneath she wore nothing but a small black bikini holding her ample breasts. With any luck, her body would soon be Mike’s to enjoy at his leisure.

He followed her through the house and out back to the pool, admiring the sway of her thick ass as she lead the way. Mike slipped the vial of magic powder out of his pocket and secreted it in his hand, waiting for his opportunity. Allison sat down at small table by the pool already set with a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. Mike sat across from her and she poured them both a glass as they chatted.

Allison always had a friendly air about her and could draw even strangers into conversation. Mike nodded and smiled but added very little to the conversation. His heart was thumping wildly in his chest. He had to somehow pour the vial into both of their drinks without Allison noticing. Once they each sipped, they would swap bodies.

Or at least that’s what the gypsy woman at the fairgrounds had said when she handed the vial over. Mike was doubtful, but she’d been eerily accurate in seeing into his past. And not in the way of those frauds on TV who ask open ended questions and practically have the audience provide the answer. She’d warned Mike that the spell would only last for two days, then smiled and told him how to make it permanent.

As Mike’s palms grew sweaty, Allison continued chatting. She brushed her hand through her hair and let her dress slip down to reveal one bare shoulder and the valley of her cleavage.

Again, Mike didn’t know whether to take it as flirtatious or just Allison being Allison. But, God, did Mike want to be Allison. That’s all he could think of as he stared into her blue eyes and admired the pale features of her matronly face. He wanted to wake up with her body, see her face whenever he looked in the mirror, hear her own voice coming from his own soft lips.

Allison was nearly done with her lemonade and Mike was getting desperate. He didn’t know if he’d work up the nerve to do this again so it was now or never. Mike attempted an age old tactic of misdirection and obfuscation rarely used outside of television shows and playgrounds.

‘You’ve got a nice view back here. I really– What’s that?’ Mike asked, pointing behind her.

When Allison turned to look, Mike quickly leaned over and poured some of the powder into her drink, then into his own.

‘What’s what?,’ she replied, turning back to him just as he sat back in his chair, attempting his best innocent expression as sweat dripped down his brow.

‘I thought there was a…bird…or something. It was weird…I…anyway. Sure is hot, huh?’ he asked, taking a big swig of his drink.

Allison’s mouth turned up in a half smile as she raised one thin eyebrow. ‘You okay?’ she asked. She wrapped hr hand around the cool glass and lifted it to her mouth. Mike watched as she slowly raised it and the pale, yellow liquid trickled down the dappled glass and between her lips. It was done now. But how long would it—

Mike’s thought was cut off abruptly as he passed out and fell back into his chair. He briefly caught a glimpse of alarm on Allison’s face before blackness overtook him.

When he came to he could feel the cold, marble coffee table mashed against his face and a curtain of blonde hair filled his vision. He sat up groggily and the first thing he saw was himself, or his old body at least, passed out in the chair opposite. He looked down and was greeted with the sight of Allison’s breasts, clasped tightly to his chest with a dark bra. The wispy dress fluttered across his skin.

‘Hu-wow!’ he said, Allison’s delightful alto voice dropping from his new lips. He raised his hands up and clasped his heavy breasts. His pretty, manicured fingers wrapped around his fleshy tits and squeezed gently, as though testing them. They were wonderfully weighty and amazing to heft.

His old body started to stir so he dropped his breasts and they bounced back down to his chest. He brushed his hair back behind his ears. His hair was fine and wonderfully silky as it tickled its way down his neck. God, he couldn’t wait to explore Allison’s body from the inside, make her do all the things he’d fantasized about.

Allison rubbed her eyes and blinked. ‘What happened did–‘ her hands came up to her lips at the strange sound of her masculine voice. She snapped upright and stared at Mike, who gazed back serenely from his stolen body.

‘What—What happened? Why are you—?’ she asked.

‘It’s okay, Allison,’ Mike said, clasping his slender hands on the table in front of him. ‘We’ve swapped bodies but it’s only temporary,’ With the option for a permanent switch Mike added to himself.

Allison gaped down at her scrawny, male body. ‘Did you do this? Why did you do this? How do we switch back?’ she asked. It was slightly off-putting seeing her mannerisms in his body, the way she furrowed her brows and was so animated with her hands when she talked.

‘I’ve always liked your body and your life, Allison, so I thought I’d try it out for a bit. Now if you’re good and you play your part, you can have it back.’ Maybe, Mike neglected to add. ‘But if you tell anyone what’s happened, well, even if they do believe you, I’ve still got your body. And there’s so much I could do it and your life.’

Mike brushed one hand lightly over his breast for emphasis.

‘I could ruin your life just as easily,’ she replied.

Mike shrugged. ‘I’ve got less to lose. You’ve got a house, a husband, a job. What do I have, a short term rental contract and a twelve-year-old car? Now, go trim the roses, I need to get used to–‘ Mike looked down at his chest and wiggled his shoulders, watching his breasts jiggle delightfully ‘–everything.’

He stood and walked inside without a glance backwards. His wide hips swayed from side to side naturally as his body jiggled and bounced in an unfamiliar way with each step. Allison’s cries for him to stop were cut off as he slid the heavy glass doors shut and turned to lock them. He smiled and waved, then let his blue dress slip down over his shoulders and fall to the floor. He stepped out of it, one long leg after another, then winked and released a light, airy giggle as he padded towards the stairs in his nearly nude body, clad only in a bikini that slid between his legs and pressed gently against his new sex.

He reached the top of the stairs, ignoring the banging from the glass door below, and found his way into Allison’s bedroom and then into the large master bathroom. Allison’s image slid into view, reflected in the mirrors hanging above the sinks and the walls on either side. From here he could see his entire body in the various reflections without having to turn. He tucked his blonde hair behind an ear and gazed into his pretty face, pushing his nose right up to the mirror so he could see every inch of his new body. He’d never been able to look at her so closely, so intensely before. He could count every slight freckle on her nose, see every delightful wrinkle that only served to reinforce the fact that he now inhabited the body of such a beautiful, mature woman.

Mike ran his fingers gently over his face, caressing his soft skin, and watched Allison’s image in the mirror copy him, delight radiating from his mirror image eyes as he explored his new form. His fingers tickled lightly across his slim eyebrows, down his straight nose and across his full cheeks. He straightened up and took in his new body. His heavy breasts hung suspended by a slim bra, free for him to explore at his leisure. She had a slight pouch of a tummy, not unexpected for a woman her age, and completely normal. Light stretch marks zigzagged here and there across her otherwise clear skin. He was a mom, now. His body had birthed babies, expanded and shrunk and Mike ogled it as the precious gift it was. His thighs were full and thick, his bubble butt flared out behind him. He ran his hand down her smooth ass cheek, grabbing the flesh in his fingers and squeezing, then releasing and watching it bounce back into place. She was a fine figure of a woman. No, he was a fine figure of a woman. Every inch of her body was his now to do with as he pleased. The thought made his new body warm.

Mike looked down at his breasts, his blonde hair resting across his chest. His melon sized tits hung just below his nose, beautiful and round and delicious. He reached behind his back and soon managed to fumble his bikini top off while only looking a little ridiculous as he contorted himself in the process. He giggled, his cute nose wrinkling in pleasure, as he finally unclasped his top and shrugged it to the floor. His fleshy breasts bounced free and—oh, God!—that release was the best feeling ever. He cupped a breast in each dainty hand and hefted them, feeling their weight, gently petting them with a rounded thumb.

He readjusted his position so his thumb and forefinger could grasp a fat, pink nipple and pinch lightly, teasing them until the magnificent pleasure burned from between his legs and his nipples pearled out in lust. He raised one breast to his mouth, then the other, taking turns in wrapping his lips around his nipple and tasting himself with Allison’s tongue, watching in the mirror as he forced Allison’s body to greedily suckle her own tits. His body was aching now as a deep desire for himself seared through him.

He slid down his bikini bottoms and cooed in delight as the coarse hair of his new sex came into view. He’d been thinking of this, dreaming of it for so long and now here it was, his own pussy. The trimmed ‘V’ lead down between his smooth thighs. No doubt, he was a woman through and through. He needed to explore himself.

He rested his knee on the sink and spread himself wide with the fingers of Allison’s hand, gazing into his velvety folds. He dipped her finger in lightly, penetrating himself and feeling his own moist warmth surround him. He felt so good inside as he rubbed his hooded clit gently, sending embers of pleasure through his body. He continued circling a finger inside his new cunt as he slowly unfolded for himself until his fingers were pressed against the nub of his clit. With two fingers now he circled, faster, fanning the flames burning through his body. He was so warm, so wet as his slickness dripped down his hand.

His breath came harder and he began moaning, his voice rising in pitch as his fingers worked harder, faster. ‘Oh, oh, oh!’ Allison’s cries escaped from his body as he pressed hard up inside himself, his other hand gripped his tits hard, squeezing the nipple tight and he exploded suddenly. He threw his head back and moaned long and low as the orgasm rushed through his delightful body. His fingers slowed briefly as the fire overtook him and burned through him.

He dropped his head and smiled at his blushing body in the mirror. He needed more. His fingers were sopping wet with his own lust. He could smell Allison’s wonderfully musky pussy as he began circling inside himself, driving the pleasure through his feminine body once more. He closed his eyes, feeling his wet warmth, and his cries began again, louder and more urgent as the embers flared back to life. ‘Oh, yes! Oh, yes! Oh, yes!’ Hearing Allison’s voice cry out in unconstrained lust pushed him over the edge and he came hard, thrusting forward to push against his fingers, trying to sink as deep and hard inside his pussy as he could. His juices ran down his leg as he pleasured himself, a roaring orgasm washing away all conscious thought.

He slowly came back down to his body, his breasts heaving with each breast. Mike opened his eyes and Allison’s flushed, disheveled image gazed back at him. Her fingers were still inside her body, her legs spread wide to give him the perfect view of her amazing pink folds. Mike placed his foot back down on the floor and slipped Allison’s fingers into her mouth, tasting her musky pussy.

‘So, was it good for you?’ he asked his mirror image with a smile. Mike wondered if Allison had realized just how amazing her body really was. Surely she had the same insecurities most middle aged women did about their looks but, really…damn!

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