Mother of the Bride (Preview)

My latest story of body theft and mind control is Mother of the Bride. Now available on Smashwords, Amazon , or wherever ebooks are sold. Preview below.

Vic is sick of his wife, Karen, moaning and complaining about their daughter’s wedding. He’s annoyed at the way Karen seems to be ashamed of her own body, hiding her curvy figure behind shapeless clothing. Vic figures if Karen’s so sick of her body then it’s only fair that she gives it to someone who appreciates it.

Like him.


“Oh, yeah,” Vic said nonchalantly, “Since you’re now me, you have to drive. Grab those bags and get in the car.”

Karen dutifully obeyed. She had no choice. Her new male body lifted the two suitcases and she grunted with the effort as she lugged them outside to the trunk of the car. Vic sat in the passenger seat, flipping through her phone as she started to drive to the hotel. He perused her old messages and emails, learning about the few things she kept private, and changing the passwords on each app as he went. He didn’t want to take the chance that Karen would be able to send any messages.

When he’d finished changing everything on her phone, he put it away in the compartment between the seats as Karen usually did. He looked over at his old body, his former mouth a compressed thin line.

“Oh, what’s the matter, honey?” Vic said leaning over and placing a hand on Karen’s thigh. “Don’t like being the man of the house?” He brushed his fingers against Karen’s growing bulge and she wiggled away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” she hissed.

“But you like this body,” Vic said, watching the change come over her. “You want to suck on these big titties so much.” He leaned against her shoulder, letting Karen’s breasts rest against his former body’s shoulder, bobbing and jiggling against him with each bump on the road.

Karen kept glancing over at him, only the look of disgust on her face had been replaced with one of desire. She was practically salivating, glancing back and forth from her own tits to the road. Vic kissed her neck, heard Karen’s sharp intake of breath as her new body was forced to enjoy this even as her mind rebelled. He unbuttoned her pants as she drove, carefully freeing Karen’s new member, pulling down her pants until her cock was free, standing to attention and straining towards Vic’s dainty feminine hands. Vic wrapped his new fingers around his former cock, caressing lightly as he slid up and down. There was something wonderful about the hard heat in his hand, something familiar even. He knew how his cock worked, how it liked to be stroked. He giggled into Karen’s ear as her cock jumped in his hand, pulsing occasionally as he worked his fingers up and down the hot shaft.

“Mmmm,” Vic moaned into Karen’s ear, “You haven’t done this in a while. That feels wonderful.”

It was a command, and Vic could see his former body tensing up, felt the heat gathering in his hand. He slid his fingers faster, up and down his former shaft, enjoying the desire and strength building beneath his fingers. He leaned his head down into Karen’s lap and wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking long and slow, dipping her head down and taking his dick in between her lips, lightly at first, but growing deeper, swallowing more of the delicious dick. Vic’s new body was so wet and he was intensely curious at how it would feel to play with Karen from the inside. Karen’s cock throbbed once inside his mouth, bringing with it the tangy taste of precum. He swallowed it down and sighed in delight.

Vic sat up, the taste of his dick still on his lips, making him ever hornier. He unzipped his own pants and shoved his fingers down Karen’s panties, slipping into his moistening pussy. He continued stroking Karen’s cock as he played with his new pussy, fingers sinking into his heat, sliding and pressing against his clit. He felt so deliciously warm from the inside, slick and wet, pleasure pulsing through him in gentle waves. He stroked himself, fingers sliding into his wet hole faster as he ran his hands up and down Karen’s cock, masturbating them both,

“Oh my god, when was the last time you gave a blow job?” Vic asked. He slipped his fingers up and down the slick cock faster as the fingers inside his own cunt kept pace, twisting and turning through his wet heat. Karen’s cock throbbed once between his fingers and he ordered, “Don’t cum yet.”


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