Its Just For My Urges (NSFW)

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Revenge (NSFW)

 

Grace was confused as she sat on the floor, blindfolded. She had come to the address written in the letter she’d received, hoping to find out what had happened to her friends. She hadn’t seen them in ages.

Then she heard footsteps — the sharp click of heels on a wooden floor — and suddenly the blindfold was lifted. Standing before her were her three old school friends: Abigail to the left of the chair, Lucy sitting in it, and Kelly on the right. Grace blinked in confusion.

“Abigail? Lucy? Kelly? What’s going on? Why are you dressed like that?” she asked, but the three women only smiled at her bewildered expression.

Lucy’s body spoke — but though it sounded like Lucy, there was something off about her tone.

“The famous Grace. Mrs. Popular. The girl who made our lives a misery.”

Grace frowned. These were her best friends — they had always been best friends.

“What are you talking about, Lucy?” she asked, confused.

“Cast your mind back to school,” Lucy’s voice continued. “Remember Tony, Frank, Gavin, and Peter?”

Grace nodded. “Yeah, those losers we went to school with. I saw one of them last week, standing across the road staring at me. Little creep.”

Lucy’s body smiled — and then Peter walked through the door, followed by Tony, Frank, and Gavin. But something was wrong. They were crying, or looked like they had been.

When they saw Grace, they shouted for her to run — but she couldn’t move. Panic rose in her chest. Then Gavin’s body spoke:

“They stole our bodies, Grace! They said this is their revenge for how we treated them. I’m so sorry!”

Grace froze, staring between the women — her friends — and the men who now wept inside unfamiliar shells. It couldn’t be true.

Peter opened a box and pulled out something that looked like a homemade VR headset, wires snaking from its sides. He grinned as he slipped it over his eyes, then approached her, laughing.

“I wanted to swap with you, Grace,” he said. “You were the worst of them all.”

Grace heard her friends crying — their voices coming from the wrong bodies — while the women’s bodies laughed cruelly. The headset slid over her face. She felt a pulse of electricity shoot through her, and then everything went dark.

A voice — her own voice — said, “Hey, nerd!”

Grace gasped. Her own body stood in front of her, smirking, waving mockingly. She looked down — the sight made her stomach drop. She was in Peter’s chubby, sweaty body.

The four men stood triumphant in the bodies of the women who had tormented them. The four women stood helpless — trapped in the bodies of the men they had once treated so cruelly.

A Sauna Surprise (NSFW)

 

“This weekend has been amazing” said Sarah as she and her husband Oliver relaxed in the sauna of the private luxury cabin they had booked for the weekend on the recommendation of their therapist would help them in more ways than they could think. 

“True I think we have worked through a lot maybe after this we could have some fun” Olber winked and she smiled he knew he was getting lucky tonight. 

The steam was starting to get really thick and Sarah asked Olvier how to turn it off but the steam was overwhelming them and they passed out. 

Once the steam had all cleared the couple awoke at the same time and looked at each other. 

Screams filled the sauna as Sarah was now Oliver and vice versa. 

Lover stood up and the world Sarah was wearing fell to the floor exposing her nude body. 

“I have boobs” he said grabbing them with his hands “That means I have a….oh my god! He shouted as his hand felt the gap between his legs. 

Sarah lifted her towel and saw Oliver's member which was standing at full attention. She grabbed it with her hand and felt a moment of pleasure race through her husband's hairy body. 

“I hate how hairy your body is” said Sarah examining all the hair on Olver’s body. Oliver was feeling how soft and smooth his body now was this was mental they thought as they sat back down 

They sat there Olvier with his hand in one of Sarah's boobs and Sarah trying to control Olvier's very excitable privates. 

Then suddenly Olvier looked at his penis and up and Sarah who despite looking at her own face knew what face he was pulling. 

“You want to still…. Even though we are like this…” said Sarah as she looked her body up and down. 

Suddenly she jumped up and grabbed her arm and dragged her body up to their room, exactly 1 hour and 23 minutes later the couple returned to the sauna with massive smiles on their face they sat down in each other's arms as the room filled back up with steam what an adventure this trip had truly been.

The Body Boutique

 

In the year 2049, almost anything was possible — for the right price.

Jake, twenty-two and restless, wandered the neon streets of New London’s infamous red-light district. He had credits to burn and a curiosity he couldn’t ignore. Tonight, he was looking for the Underground Body Boutique — an outlawed service that let people temporarily swap bodies with willing participants.

The moment he stepped inside, a dozen women approached, each offering their body for a price. But Jake’s attention locked onto just one — Jessie, a tall, silver-haired woman leaning against the back wall, calm amid the chaos.

When she saw him approaching, Jessie gave a knowing smile. She’d seen that look before — curiosity, mixed with a hint of longing.

“You know the rules, don’t you?” she asked coolly.

Jake nodded.

“Then let’s go.”

She led him down a narrow, luminescent hallway to the swap booths — sleek glass pods pulsing with crimson light. The air buzzed with static energy as they stepped inside.

When Jake awoke, everything felt… off. The room spun differently, lighter, sharper. He looked down and saw delicate hands — her hands. Across from him, Jessie blinked and flexed his larger frame, mimicking his movements with eerie precision.

It was well known that swap booths had been banned across most of the world — too many abuses, too many broken lives. But Jake wasn’t here for power or deception. He just wanted to see — to feel life through someone else’s eyes. And who better than someone like Jessie?

The night blurred into color and music. He danced, drank, laughed — feeling wild freedom in Jessie’s form. The rules were clear: no harm to the rented body, no permanent swaps. But as the hours slipped away and his inhibitions dissolved under the lights, Jake couldn’t shake one dangerous thought.

Maybe some experiences were too intoxicating to give back.

Jessie blinked as the swap ended, her mind sliding back into her own body. At first, everything felt normal — until she stood. Her head ached, her muscles burned, and faint traces of makeup and glitter clung to her skin.

She caught her reflection in the glass. Same face. Same body. But something in the way it felt was different — heavier, worn, used.

For a moment, she just stared and whispered, “What did you do to me?”

Luke Longwood And The Loser (NSFW)

Luke Longwood stood there ready to film another scene he looked at he 3 beautiful women in front of him who were talking setting the scene up he was a mechanic and all the tools he had were not big enough to fix their car then was his line. 

“How about this tool ladies” and he dropped his trousers. 

“Oh my it's so big” said the ladies but suddenly Luke was in some crappy little apartment surrounded by candles a chalked circle and a picture of him in a frame he looked down he was no longer a 6ft sex object but a short little fat guy with a very small cock. 

“Luke are you okay?” said one of the ladies from his scene. 

Luke's body was holding his long penis in shock but then he smiled as he looked up at the ladies.

“Oh, I'm very okay ladies” as he walked towards them. 

Luke tried to walk out of the chalked circle but could not this was ridiculous he thought and then it hit him if he's in this body is this little loser in his? 

He was and he was having a great time as she enjoyed their bodies and Luke's in ways he never could of in his old body. These ladies had no idea the real Luke was miles away trapped as they carried on the scene until the end. 

“That was great Luke best scene ever” said each lady as they left unaware that the loser who had stolen Luke's body was sitting there overwhelmed by what he had just experienced in Luke's body what else could he do in this body he wondered as he left the shoot ready to explore the world as Luke Longwood. 

Agent 4

 

Peter was on the dance floor, trying to catch the eye of one of the many lovely women around him. He’d been dancing for a while when he felt a tap on his shoulder. Spinning around, he found himself staring into a woman’s eyes — deep, intense, and strange.

For a split second, the world seemed to slow. Then everything went black.

When his vision cleared, he was still staring into those same eyes… only now they were his. His own body smiled faintly before disappearing into the crowd.

Peter looked down at his hands — smaller, softer — and noticed a strange tattoo inked across his right palm: the number 4.

He laughed nervously. “Okay… someone definitely spiked my drink.”

Crashing through the restroom doors, he stumbled toward the mirror. The woman he’d just seen stared back at him. “No way,” he whispered, touching her face. He laughed again, half in shock. “There’s no drug that makes you think you’re another person.”

“Hey, babe — you’re in the men’s room,” a man said behind him.

Peter froze. Panic flooded through him. He pinched his cheek — it hurt. His stomach dropped. This was real. He stared down at the unfamiliar curves of his body, the foreign weight of it, then bolted out of the restroom.

He pushed through the crowd, searching for his body — for himself — but there was no sign. Then, out of nowhere, a car screeched to a halt in front of him. Two men jumped out, grabbed him, and threw him inside.

He was blindfolded as the car sped away.

“You failed to acquire the man, Agent Four,” one of the men said coldly.

Peter’s pulse quickened. Agent Four? he thought.

The car stopped. He was dragged out, pushed through a doorway, and shoved into a chair. Somewhere in front of him, guns were drawn.

“Who are you?” a man shouted.

A voice — his own voice — answered, “I’m Agent Four.”

The room erupted in chaos. Voices argued — his body insisting that something had gone wrong, that she’d swapped with the wrong person. Then footsteps retreated, and Peter was left alone, tied and blindfolded.

Moments later, rough hands pulled him up again. He was dragged into another room. A sharp, burning pain seared through his hand — the tattoo. He screamed. He could smell something like burned skin.

They dumped him into a van and drove for what felt like hours. He pieced together fragments: they’d mistaken him for this Agent Four… the woman whose body he was now trapped in.

When they finally stopped, he was hauled out into the cold night. He barely had time to see the abandoned industrial yard before a blow to the head knocked him unconscious.

Hours later, Peter woke on the cracked concrete floor of an empty warehouse. His head throbbed. His reflection, faint in a broken window, showed the same unfamiliar face.

He was trapped in a stranger’s body. No money. No phone. No idea who Agent Four was — or what they were going to use his body for. His hand throbbed with pain. When he looked down, he saw that the number 4 tattoo had been removed, leaving behind an angry red burn that seared across his skin.

He needed to find his body, he needed his life back but he had no idea where to start looking as he walked the streets all alone. 

 

The Day The World Swapped 4

 

How could it be — out of everyone in this godforsaken world — that the person he’d swapped bodies with during the Great Shift was his own daughter, Megan?

He stood before the mirror, tears streaming down his face. He couldn’t believe this was real. He was going to have to live the rest of her life — in her body. She had just turned nineteen, barely beginning adulthood, when the strange global event struck.

What hurt even more was knowing that Megan was now trapped in his sixty-seven-year-old body — frail, aching, and worn down. She had lost her youth, her energy, her future… and he had unwillingly taken it from her.

It was unbearable, but eventually, nature called. He had to use the bathroom. Everything felt wrong — unfamiliar, uncomfortable. He tried not to look, but the moment was overwhelming. As he washed his hands afterward, the truth hit him all over again: he would now have to live as his daughter.

He would have to shower in her body, see what she saw, feel what she felt. Even the smallest parts of daily life — clothes, routine, and the realities of being a young woman — would now be his to navigate. The thought left him dizzy.

He looked at the reflection in the mirror once more — her reflection — and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Megan.”