mardi 5 décembre 2017


Samantha GRAVES, 49, was a successful writer. But when she presented her last book to her editor, Mr LOGELY, the latter criticized him for relying on a current vision of youth. To arrange this, he invited her to go Saturday night at the Joker, a nightclub.
Samantha accepted but, arrived on the spot ...

(Damn, what am I doing here? I'm too old to go out in such a box!)

As she was about to leave, a young man, an employee of the Joker, called to him.

- Madam GRAVES?
- Yes ?
- Mr LOGELY informed us about your visit. Please follow me!

He then took her to a quieter VIP room where there was a gathering of elderly people. Then everyone was given a strange drink that Samantha drank with some apprehension.

A few hours later, Samantha woke up at home, in her bed. At her side, a young man, exhausted by all the sex they had last night. Samantha smiled and stood up. On the way, she crossed the mirror in her room and watched with pleasure the reflection. Thanks to the drink from the VIP area of ​​the Joker, she rejuvenated. No, better than that ! The youth essence turned her into a real young woman from today !

After grabbing her notepad, Samantha sat down in the living room chair where she wrote down all her new ideas, made more up-to-date thanks to the miraculous Joker potion.

My wife's colleague

- Hold on ! Explain me again why your colleague and you have still exchanged your bodies?

Marine sighed.

- I already explained it to you the last time! My colleague loves his tattoos. Unfortunately, this is not the case for some of our clients for whom she loses all credibility. On the contrary, we noticed that they had more confidence in an older woman... without tattoo or piercing.
- These guys are stupid! Just tell them to go fuck themselves !
- Hard to say when they are the company's biggest contracts. We don't have the choice to put all the odds on our side.
- And you couldn't defend the company by yourself ?
- Sandra is younger but I must admit she has a much better knowledge of the files and she is a better speaker than me.
- ... OK. And how long will it last?
- The time she comes back from her business trip ... the next monday.
- OK...

Clark watched his wife's new body with care, her eyes resting regularly on her beautiful chest.

- A week ... in this body ... You think it would bother your colleague if ...
- Would you like other men to fuck your wife's body right now? asked Marine, having understood what was going to propose her husband.
- ... No.
- So I will also follow what Sandra and I both agreed: we respect each others bodies.

Clark sighed but made himself a reason.

lundi 4 décembre 2017

Angrier than horny

- I ... I'll kill you!
- What? What did you say ?!
- I said: I WILL KILL YOU !!!
- It's... it's impossible !

A few days earlier, Stan and his wife Francine, a 50-year-old couple, had discovered the incredible powers of the medallion of Ishtar. In turn, each had fun transforming the other into one of his fantasies. But Stan ended up getting too involved in the game. One evening, while Francine refused to play, preferring to spend a quiet evening reading a book, her husband couldn't bear the frustration. It was by force that he passed the medallion around Francine's neck. When his wife turned into the blonde hot babe he imagined, he thought he won. But she violently repulsed him.

- I formulated the fantasy "horny hot babe" ... you ... you should want to fuck me !!!
- Oh, but the spell worked, I'm horny, trust me ! said Francine pressing her hand against her crotch, but I AM STILL MORE ANGRY AFTER YOU! Shit, do you realize that imposing on me is like rape ?! Believe me, when the spell will be lifted, you'll never see me again Stan!

dimanche 3 décembre 2017

Lucia, my grand-mother, my beloved.

It all started with this mysterious hole in the cellar wall, found in my grandparents' old house. When I entered, I found myself propelled in the 50s, in the body of my grandfather, 27 at that time. In front of me was a beautiful young woman named Lucia. My grandmother.

I always loved my grandmother. She was shy and discreet but always kind to my brother, sister and me. She was that kind of person to own little and give a lot.
Conversely, I always hated my grandfather. He was only a racist, sexist and vulgar asshole. If I don't think he has never been physically violent, he's always been rude to his wife, daughter, and grandchildren. Especially his wife.

I hated finding myself in his body. But I saw some good things about this situation: I could see my grandmother again. However, in her eyes, I was not her grandson but her husband. But, to me, it was still my grandmother.
So I was distant to her, waiting to find a way to reintegrate my body. I was just talking to her, taking care of her as I think she deserved. I discovered new aspects of my dear grandmother, including a sense of humor that I had only glimpsed in my previous life.

Is it the body of my grandfather? The days passed, I began to see her less and less like my grandmother, but more and more like my wife. Like a lover. I tried to resist my impulses until this night where she told me to have fallen in love again following my behavior of recent days. Lucia offered herself to me and I accepted her.

A few days later, I discovered a passage in the shed of the garden that brought me back to my original body and original time. But even a few weeks after my return, I couldn't help but think about Lucia, my "wife" that I left in the hands of a horrible husband. So I decided to buy the old grandparents house. And frequently, I go back into this mysterious hole in the wall of the cellar, to find back my beloved.

samedi 2 décembre 2017

Libertine but always with me

For him; Laurent had the best wife in the world.

Very quickly in their liaison, he explainted to her his wish to not to be bound with only oneperson. Laurent loved women and, occasionally, men, and did not see love as a property but as a good to share.

Previously, when he tried to explain it, Laurent had more often than not faced with a massive refusal. But, after thoughts, Maryline agreed to let him be like he wanted.

The only thing she imposed on him was that his dear and tender will spoke to her about his future conquests before having an affaire. A constraint that he accepted without any problem. So, that day, like the others, he confessed bluntly that he would sleep tonight with a Norwegian tourist he just met the day before.

What Laurent didn't know was that Maryline had the power to dissociate her mind from her body. And with this astral body, she could possess any physical body.
That's whyMaryline had no problem so that his beloved go elsewhere. Because, in any case, he ended up sleeping with her.

Also, it was fun for her to find herself in different bodies, even men. And she had to admit the Norwegian tourist was particularly gorgeous !

vendredi 1 décembre 2017


Hello JandS, I wonder if you could make this animated caption, thanks!

-A middle-aged businessman returns home from a trip, and is greeted by his wife wearing her new bodysuit.

Sorry. I didn't used the pic requested and took some liberties. Hope it's good !


When Peter opened the door of his house, hoping to find his beloved wife after a long business trip, he was very surprised to discover, sitting on their couch, an unknown young woman.

- Who ... Who are you ?!
- Tadaaa! Surprise!
- Surprise?
- It's me, honey! Zoey!

Peter scanned the pretty blonde in front of him, haggard and confused.

- So, what do you think? she asked, turning on herself. A little vulgar. But I'm sure we can fix it.
- I ... I don't understand anything!
- I ... I was called by the Bodyswap Prison program, honey. You know, the one they talk about on TV? As a disabled person, they said that I could benefit from this woman's body while she serves her 10 years prison sentence. I wanted to organize this on your back and enjoy your business trip to make you this surprise.
- ...
- Are you upset ?
- No, it's just ... that I would have prefered you talk about it with me before. But most importantly, are you feeling well in it?
- Oh yes ! As I told you, physical level, I find myself a bit vulgar for the moment. But god, I can use my legs again ! You realize ? It had been more than 10 years since I walked !

Peter lovingly watched his wife dancing like a fairy. Whatever the body she was in, he recognized her beloved smile. Her dance gradually turned into a striptease and Zoey invited her husband to some action where she could use her new legs otherwise.

jeudi 30 novembre 2017

Be faster next time

Norman was about to knock on the door but stopped his gesture at the last moment.

"Damn, what am I doing here ?!"

He always held in his hand the little envelope that Francoise, his former French teacher from college, slipped on his bag, when he crossed her two weeks before at the supermarket. Inside, a picture of a gorgeous young woman with this message "Call me the next Youth Day" and her number.
Despite this very attractive invitation, when the day came, Norman didn't dared to call. After all, it was "Madame Later", his old French teacher whom he had always found intimidating and whom he and his friends hated at the time. He could hardly imagine it today as a girl he could fuck. Lying on his bed, he once again looked at the picture she left him ... and began to masturbate before stopping abruptly.

"Shit, Norman, why are you here, masturbating in front of a picture, when you could have the real one ?!"

Françoise didn't live very far from his home. So he ran to her house and, after one last hesitation, knocked on her door. All the consistency that Norman then gathered went up in smoke when the young Francoise opened the door practically naked.

"Madame ... I mean ... Françoise, I'm coming ... for the invitation!"

With a stiff movement he held out the envelope.

"Uh ... that's nice, Norman. Gosh... I should be careful not to give too much at once"
"Huh ?!"
"Listen ... They're already two inside and ... I don't think I can handle three guys at once, you should call next time. And... be faster!"
"Françoise, are you coming back?"

A man's voice called her behind.

"I'm coming," she replied, "Well, see you later, Norman!"
"Yeah ... see you later, Madame Later"

Yet that day, Norman was persuaded. He would never come back to the door of his former French teacher. At the moment, he felt more intimidated in front of her than during all his schooling.