Body Hopper - Claustrophobic

Halloween Horror Week - Dependence

 This one goes out to warmaster06, hope you enjoy!

 

Halloween Horror Week - The Vessel

 This one goes out to MasterOfMuffin, hope you enjoy!

 

Halloween Horror Week - Almost Everything He Desired... Three Centuries Later

 This one goes out to FantasyGT and is a follow-up to "Almost Everything He Desired...", hope you enjoy! (Note, I don't usually like to use art as the images, but I just could not find something else fitting to use here.)

 

Halloween Horror Week - Surgeon's Dream

 This one goes out to Zerakis, hope you enjoy!

 

Halloween Horror Week - Edge of the Woods...

 This one goes out to superbenbat, hope you enjoy!

 

Halloween Horror Week - The Haunted House Dare

 This one goes out to "1", hope you enjoy!

 

Role Exchanger - Medical Examiner's Report

Trying something a little different. Thought it might be fun to explore something like the Role Exchanger in the style of something like the SCP Foundation. Horror, but also a little sexy still. Hope you enjoy!

 

Swap Clinic - Mental Block

 

Magic - The Hand He Was Dealt...

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Massive Stalker

 

Zzzip...

"There, there, Alyssa, no more of that nonsense..." Jordan, if that even was his real name, said after pulling the zip tie tight around Ethan's ankles. He moved and took a seat on the bed next to Ethan, gently pushing Ethan's new longer hair aside. "I'm sorry it had to come to this...if you would have just given me a shot, we could have been so happy..." 

"MMMMNGH!! NGHHAHHH!!" Ethan twisted and thrashed, shouting into the gag, but it all held tight. 

"This is how it's going to be," Jordan commanded, the knife he was holding glistening with the reflection of the bedroom lamp. "Your mine. You always should have been mine. Now think about your options here. I'll be back soon, and I expect you to be more compliant when I return.,,"

Ethan was a college freshman, a few weeks into classes for the year, going about his day like any other so far on campus. Between his morning classes, everything suddenly went dark...and a moment later, he found himself standing in the hall of an apartment building, the sound of a door closing just behind him. 

It didn't take him long to realize something was amiss. He was shorter. He felt lighter...at least in most areas. As he looked down toward the extra weight now on his chest, the long hair shifting against his neck, he was greeted by the sight of a woman's body. He shouted and backed into the door, then heard sounds of chaos from outside. Sirens, Crashes. Screams. Whatever happened, he likely wasn't alone...but also wasn't safe...

He turned and tried to get back into the apartment this woman had just come out of, but the door had a key code and he obviously didn't know it. Suddenly, the sound of a door opening across the hall got his attention. He turned to see a man..."Jordan" the man claimed...looking at Ethan with a brow raised. 

"Alyssa, everything ok?" he asked. His tone wasn't exactly comforting...more curious. 

"I, um, I'm not 'Alyssa', I'm a guy, and, um..." Ethan stammered, clearly unsure of how to explain the situation.

"Alyssa, babe, it's ok," Jordan said as he approached. Ethan backed into the locked apartment door, realizing how vulnerable he was in a woman's body. "Or...'guy'...I'm Alyssa's boyfriend. We live across the hall from each other and hit it off... Come on in, I'll keep you safe during this...whatever it is that's going on..."

Ethan didn't love it, but at least this guy seemed to know the body he was now in. Going with him seemed better than taking his chances in the hall, or going outside, so he went along.

Jordan catered to Ethan's every need. Food, drink, a sweatshirt when Ethan got cold in his new body... Will all services disrupted, there wasn't much to do. Eventually, Ethan just wanted to rest. Jordan offered Ethan his bed...but soon after, Jordan tried to join him in it.

Ethan screamed, he tried to run...but Jordan was bigger and faster. Easily bound Ethan's hands with a zip tie, gagged him, and after dragging him back to bed, tied his feet as well. Jordan brandished a knife to show he was serious...

It didn't take long for Ethan to realize that Jordan wasn't Alyssa's boyfriend, but a massive stalker. Helpless, bound and gagged on the bed, Jordan showed off his "collection" piece by piece, his twisted mind something thinking this would endear who he believed to be Alyssa to him. An old bra she threw away after the underwire popped out, a torn picture of Alyssa with her ex-boyfriend, even used period products from her bathroom...

When he was finally done, it's clear what Jordan's intent was. He didn't bother untying Ethan...believing that to be a risk...but did use the knife to cut off Ethan's (really Alyssa's) clothing...

Just one of many truly dark tales of the Great Shift... 

Surgery - Last Vestiges

 

Swap Clinic - Chameleon Agents

 

Underground Swap Clinic - Animated GIF - Sourcing Inventory

 This admittedly got really dark. Hope you enjoy nonetheless!

"Um, hi Dr. Cress," Lacy said from the doorway to the exam room. Dr. Cress took a moment to look up at her, clearly distracted by whatever he was thinking about. "I didn't...see anyone else, so I just, let myself in."

"Ah, Lacy, yes, quite alright," Dr. Cress steeled himself into professionalism and motioned for Lacy to come have a seat. "As I...mentioned on the phone, the glue used in your new crown from last week is...defective. I'm going to replace it at...no cost...and this was the only time I could...get you back in. I can...handle it myself so I...let my staff go for the evening..."

"Oh, ok," Lacy said, a little hesitant, but trusting, as she sat down in the chair. "So what would have happened with the crown if I didnt..." Before she could finish, she felt as sharp prick in her neck. "Mmm! MMPH!" she shouted into Dr. Cress's hand as he injected a sedative.  

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..." Dr. Cress said in a pained tone, holding back tears of his own as he kept her pinned down. Soon, she got weak...then limp...then was out altogether. Dr. Cress just stared at her for a moment, trembling, then jumped up to go alert the "collection crew".

A moment later, three men in dark clothing entered. Two entered the room and quickly carried Lacy out to their van. The third stood with Dr. Cress for a moment. "She's a solid get. We'll abandon her car a few blocks up and scatter her belongings. Won't be traced back to you." Dr. Cress, still trembling but trying to hide it, simply nodded. "Three, maybe four more, depending on 'quality', and we'll call our arrangement even. But I do have to say, you're well-positioned to make this a paying gig after. Maybe move to an office in a rougher neighborhood. Hell, you could even paint that as charitable. Makes the cover up easier..." Dr. Cress just nodded again. The man put his hand on Dr. Cress's shoulder and nodded back.

 Once they left, Dr. Cress broke down...his gambling debt just cost a poor young woman her body...

(One Month Later)

 "Fuck! This is so god damn hot..." 'Lacy' muttered as she kissed her boyfriend, Steve. She was working her clit while he was feeling up her breasts. 

"This is a good body, I'm liking this," Steve broke away to say quickly.

"It's fine, I guess," 'Lacy' replied, pausing for a moment. "A good starter body, but I want to go a little younger...bigger tits...younger, you know?"

"Whatever you want babe!" Steve assured her with a smile. "I'll make the call to my guy..."

"Well hang on, this pussy is fucking amazing, so I definitely want to keep it," 'Lacy' added. "Way, way, way better than that old cock ever was..."

"Gotcha, well, we'll 'part' out your new additions then. My guy has been working with this dentist across town, gets us primo new inventory. I'll tell him to have his dentist be on the looking for young blondes...and maybe, double d?"

"Triple. I don't want to keep doing this, it's risky. Let's just go all the way right now," 'Lacy'  corrected.

"Triple for my babe," Steve replied with a smirk. 'Lacy' pulled him in close to resume making out...and then quickly transitioned to fucking...

Meanwhile, the real Lacy was in a "spare parts" body, wishing the nightmare would end... 

Medallion of Zulu - Animated GIF - Could Have Been Worse...

 

The burglar slammed the door shut, leaving Nico sitting there, tape-gagged, wrists bound to a pipe beneath the sink. Yes, that could have been even worse... He was in his favorite "borrowed" female form, after all. Vulnerable. Defenseless. Hell, that burglar could have had his way with Nico and then killed him...

Instead, he just overpowered and bound Nico. Robbed his apartment. Including the lock box Kyle kept on top of his dresser. The one he bought JUST to keep the Medallion of Zulu safe while he was transformed. That burglar just picked it up and carried it would with Nico's PS5, Switch 2, lap top, cell phone...

Now, Nico had no way to change out of his favorite "borrowed" female form. He had no legal standing as this woman. From what he had read online about previous users of the Medallion of Zulu, his options were limited and grim... Try to get a fake ID. Work a job that wouldn't look too closely at his past... a strip club if he was lucky, prostitution if he wasn't... 

Before he could even get to that, he needed someone to come find him. Since he had found the Medallion, he spent all of his free time home alone transformed. Social life, gone. His job would miss him when he didn't show up...tomorrow morning...but would they do more than simply call him? On the phone he no longer has? How many days would it be until someone actually comes here to check on him? Would ANYONE come at all?

He just stared at the door...hoping, praying that someone...anyone...might come... 

Underground Swap Clinic - A Real Piece of Shit

 This one fulfill an anonymous request, hope you enjoy! (Warning: Dark as fuck)

"Every so often, I feel about doing this..." the man said to Paul a he shoved the dirty panties Paul had been wearing into his mouth. Paul could only whimper into them and tremble. "But you, you were a REAL piece of shit. Your own daughter, man? That's beyond fucked up." The man applied a healthy amount of tape over Paul's mouth. "We'll definitely make sure to highlight that to potential buyers. Some of them will pay up just for the chance to punish you themselves..." Satisfied, he left the room - Paul chained to the floor, naked other than the tape, in his daughter's body, whimpering and cold...

Paul was never a good father or husband. Paul was in and out of jail for minor crimes, worked for some bad people, and got in deep debt with those people too...  His wife left him as soon as she could, taking Alice with her.A few years later, his wife got sick and passed away. The state brought Alice, now a teenager, back to him despite his criminal record.

They did not have a good relationship. Alice got in legal trouble of her own, ran away a few times, tried to snitch on Paul and the work he did for the "bad people"... But she always ended up right back with Paul. One day, the debts got too high for Paul to pay down with the illicit jobs he was doing. The bad people were coming to break his legs...or worse. Paul drugged Alice and took her to an Underground Swap Clinic site. He planned to swap into her body, let the bad people take out their wrath on her in his old body, and then find a new male body after where he could simply disappear...

 Alice, however, had already made a few contacts in the criminal world.  A few of them worked for this particular site...and they helped her out. Instead of ending up in her dad's body to face punishment, they got her a different, young female body. She was the one who would get a fresh start. Meanwhile, Paul was knocked out as soon as the swap was complete. He'd be sold in an underground auction, with the money going to pay off his debts...

 (One Month Later...)

Alice, in her new body living her new life, had been invited by the wealthy couple who "purchased" her father to check-in on him. What she saw was beyond her wildest imagination...

"'She's' been in there since we brought her home," the man explained. "We've taken to calling her 'Trixie', heh. "She's force fed and watered through that tube in her mouth. Her waste is collected on the other side. And between her legs? That vibrator is set on a low setting, never enough to cum, but it changes every few minutes so she'll never get used to it. She can squirm just a little beneath the seal, but can't say, scratch an itch or tug at that corset for relief. I imagine that it's pretty god damn miserable, haha... Piece of shit deserves it though..."

Alice reached out and touched a thigh...Paul, still in there, twitched it. Now this was a fitting punishment for a real piece of shit... 

Surgery - Unlocked Potential

 This one goes out to Zerakis, hope you enjoy!

 

Great Shift - Animated GIF - Go Get Help

 

One moment, Randy was in his office break room getting a cup of coffee. The next, well...

After a brief moment of darkness, he found himself in a barn. A gag, collar, and leather corset all locked on. A clearly female body beneath. Panic set in. He tried to run toward an open door, but immediately fell over from the high-heeled "BDSM"shoes locked to her feet that forced her onto her tiptoes.

 "Mmm! MMPH!" Two other similarly bound women in horse stalls called out to him. Unlike him, however, they were both chained to the wall. 

"WAAAHHHH!!" a man who had collapsed to the ground a few feet away cried out. He just kept screaming and crying like a baby.  

Randy blinked a few times, trying to come to his senses. Seeing if he could wake up from what was clearly a nightmare.

"MMPH! NGHHH!" the other two women shouted into their gags as they tried unsuccessfully to escape their chains.

Hands thankfully free, Randy dug through the crying man's pockets but found no pad lock keys. He did, at least, find a car key. He held it up to the other two women and then did his best "drive to go get help" charade. He could tell they were nervous to see him leave, but this was their best chance of actually getting out. 

Unable to walk, he crawled on his hands and knees to the car parked in front of the barn, then pulled himself up into the drivers seat. He peeled down the dirt driveway onto a road and realized that he was very far from his city home. 

Flat farmlands as far as the eye could see spread out in every direction. Randy tried to tug at the locks as he drove, but all of them held tight. He also tried to loosen the corset, but it too was locked in place. Feeling overwhelmed, and having difficultly breathing in the bondage gear, he pulled over in front of a seemingly empty house and opened the door to get some fresh air.

"Mmhmmhmm..." he began to cry. "MMHMMMM!" he tried to scream, but it too was completely muffled.

What had happened? Who was this woman? Where was his body? 

...and did he remember how to get back to the farm to help the others?

Great Shift - Animated GIF - I'm Not Your Daughter

I've been kicking around an idea for this caption for a bit, then Marauder requested a "shift victim held captive by family" caption, so I combined them! Hope you enjoy!

Brock heard the snoring, but he waited...patiently...for several more minutes to make sure this girl's father was really "out". Carefully standing up, he hopped, quietly as he could, toward the window. He had tried the door in his last escape attempt, but couldn't reach the chain latch on the upper half of the door with his hands so bound. He looked out the window at the rain pouring down...plus, it was probably a good eight feet to the ground. She gripped the base of the window with her fingers and tried to lift, but it was locked in place. Suddenly, the "dad" let out a loud snore and groan...then repositioned himself on the couch without waking up. Still, Brock knew he had to think of something, fast...

Brock was working his coffee shop job on a day like any other. Usual customers, usual orders, usual conversations with his coworkers...then, everything went dark. A moment later, he found himself in an unfamiliar house...in the body of a young woman.  There were, of course, feelings of panic and even a little bit of curiosity, but Brock kept a cool head and decided to check out the rest of the house. No one seemed to be home, so he went to leave...maybe he could figure out where he was and get back to his body, or at least to his own home. Instead, as he went to open the door, a middle-aged man burst through.

"Jamie!? Oh thank god," he said as he gently pushed her back inside and then triple locked the door behind him. "I was just up the street on my way to work and then suddenly I was in Phil from next door's body! I thought about going to check on my body in my truck, but wanted to make sure you were ok."

"Look man, I don't know what happened, but I'm not...this girl, this 'Jamie'..." Brock began to explain. "I'm a guy named Brock, and I need to go so I can...

"No chance!" the man cut him off abruptly. "That's my Jamie's body...my little girl...and you and it are staying right here where I can keep an eye on it for when she comes back."

Brock looked at the large man standing between him and the door. He still wanted to get out, but at least if his current body was this guy's daughter, he wouldn't do anything to harm it, right? So he played along. He watched as the man locked every door and window in the house. He went into his bedroom...then returned carrying a shotgun. "Can't be too careful," he explained.

As day turned to night, "Dad" asked Brock to cook some food. Brock had never cooked anything...but he at least managed to heat up some hot dogs that were in the fridge. 

"Thought you had given up meat, heh," dad joked.

"Maybe 'Jamie' did, but I eat it," Brock explained. Dad just stared him down for a long moment. Brock realized that he didn't seem to like being reminded that it wasn't his daughter in his daughter's body.

While Brock cleaned up from dinner, he saw dad enter the bathroom. This was his chance... He snuck over to the door, unlocked the three different locks, and slipped outside. Boobs bouncing, wearing only socks, long hair trailing behind, he took off up the street toward what looked like a main road. It was eerily quiet and quite chilly out. Holding his exposed arms for warmth, he checked all of the street signs, but didn't recognize any of them. Thinking about it, it wouldn't be this cold out in his town at this time of year, either. However he swapped bodies, it must have sent him at least a couple hundred miles north.

"Hey there..." a male voice called from behind him. Brock turned to see a man approaching, his eyes going up and down his new body, checking it out. "Dangerous to be out here alone." 

"Leave me alone, I just want to get home," Brock countered. He stood up tall...only to realize it wasn't exactly intimidating in his current body.

"Feisty, I like it," the man replied, still approaching. Brock took a step back, but could go no further as he pressed into the pole of a street light. The man opened his jacket to reveal a large knife. "Come back to my place with me...I'll keep you safe...and warm...heh heh..."

"GET AWAY FROM YOU HER YOU FUCKER!" the girl's dad called out. Brock barely had time to turn his head before a blast from the shotgun nearly took the man's head off. Brock stood trembling as he watched the man's body collapse to the ground. "What were you thinking!?" dad shouted at Brock as he ran up and grabbed his arm. "We need to get back home! Stay locked in!"

"I'm not your daughter!" Brock shouted, pulling his arm away. "Just let me try to get home!" 

"Hmmm..." the dad grumbled. "I didn't want it to come to this, but..." he very quickly raised the butt of his gun and struck Brock in the head. For the second time that day, everything went dark...

 A short time later, Brock awoke back in the dad's house, in Jamie's bed, head aching. He tried to move, but found his wrists and ankles both bound by tape. "No...No!" he began, pulling at the restraints but failing to get free. "Help! HELP!"

"Good, you're awake,"  the dad began as he entered the room. "I was hoping we could get along, but I can't have you taking my daughter's body away. You'll stay right here, I'll take care of you, and..."

"No dude!" Brock countered, shuffling to the opposite side of the bed while still pulling at the tape. "I'm not your daughter! You can't keep me prisoner here!"

"Hmm. We'll see about that..." dad replied. "I'm not going to listen to you talk this way..." He pulled out the roll of tape and moved toward Brock.

 "No, no, c'mon man..." Brock pleaded to no avail. Unable to get away, dad covered his mouth in tape and wrapped it around his head several times. Dad, frustrated, then left the room. Brock heard him move something heavy in front of the door, trapping Brock within. 

After taking a moment to collect himself, Brock began to hop around the room looking for anything that could help. The door was barricaded shut. The window was locked tight. He dug around in Jamie's desk and dresser for something sharp to cut the tape, but couldn't find anything.

Miserable, terrified, and exhausted from the day, he finally laid down on the bed and passed out. Maybe he'd have better luck in the morning...

 He awoke to daylight pouring through the window, as well as a familiar feeling in his body - a full bladder. He hopped to the door, but it was still locked tight. He managed to bang on it with his elbow and, as loudly as he could, let out a muffled shout. "MMMNNGHHHHFFFF!!"

A few seconds later, he heard dad move the heavy object and open the door. "Ah, finally awake, hope you're ready for a better day today," he began.

"Mmngh," Brock groaned into the gag. He motioned downward with his head, trying to signal that he needed to pee. 

"Ah, right, alright," dad responded. Brock hoped that he'd be unbound for this, but dad instead picked him him up, carried him down the hall to the bathroom, and stood him in front of the toilet. "Now, I don't like this any more than you, but you're staying tied up until I can trust you, so..." he explained as he tugged down Brock's pants. 

After a very awkward bathroom visit for multiple reasons, dad carried Brock into the living room and placed him onto the couch. "I'm going to make some breakfast," he began. He continued to talk to Brock as he cooked. "No cell service, no internet. Seems like this hit everyone everywhere. And Phil's body...he must have sleep apnea or something. I slept all night, but feel exhausted. Throat hurts from snoring."

Once breakfast was ready, dad picked up Brock and seat him at the table. Dad ate first, then removed Brock's gag and began to feed him. Brock wanted to resist, but he was starving... "Feeding you just like when you were little, heh," dad joked.

"Please, sir..." Brock finally said after eating about half the plate of food. "I understand you wanting to protect your daughter's body. But I'm not her. It's not alright that you tied me up. Please, just let me..."

"Hmm, I think you've had enough," dad cut in, dropping the fork and placing the tape gag back onto Brock. 

Dad read to Brock from his various magazines to pass time, then hooked up and old DVD player to the TV and played cowboy movies. "Don't want to jinx it, but it's good we haven't lost power," he mused aloud.  While they were watching one, Brock's mind racing trying to come up with ways to escape, he caught dad looking over at him.

"You know...this being Phil's body...it wouldn't be wrong if..." dad seemed to realize the dark path he was starting down on, pausing briefly. "I've always thought you were so beautiful. Since your mom left...and since our bodies aren't blood related... Yeah, I think you'll spend tonight in my bed..." 

Brock had never been more afraid in his life. Luckily, dad didn't act upon those thoughts immediately...and soon fell asleep on the couch...

Still hearing dad snoring behind him, Brock wondered if he could get to another window. Maybe it wouldn't be locked, maybe it would be as high off the ground... But he couldn't risk waking dad up. Not with what dad was planning for that night...

Then, Brock saw a couple of people walking up the street. Two men and two women. He weighed the options...they could want to do even worse things to him, but maybe they'd help him. He hopped a few steps back, then hopped a few steps forward and dove at the window, shoulder-first, as hard as he could muster. He broke through and fell toward the ground...

...hopefully these people would help him... If not, things were about to get far, far worse...

Good Gurls Rehab - Source of Pleasure