The Power of Prayer

“… And so I feel it is my duty as president of the teen chastity club to urge all the young people gathered here in our Lord’s house today to wait until marriage to enjoy relations. You’ll be a stronger Christian for it. Thank you, ladies and gentlemen!” concluded Debbie, senior class president of the local Christian school. The mothers and fathers present all applauded, as she gave a polite curtsy and took her seat.

Amid the applause Josh could only roll his eyes. He was two grades behind Debbie in school and always had a huge crush on her, but knew he never had a chance there. She was a teacher’s pet with perfect grades, and saw herself as above remedial class kids like Josh. He closed his eyes and thought to himself,

“God, I don’t ask you for much. To be honest, sometimes I don’t even really know if you exist… but I come here every Sunday, and I try put your teachings to work in my day to day life. Everyone thinks I’m this bad guy but I’m not, they just judge me because I’m dumb. All I want is to be good enough for someone like Debbie. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to know what it’s like to get into her panties…”.

Josh sighed, and stared longingly across the church at the girl he’d secretly loved and envied all these years…

“HOLY SHIT. God, I owe you one. I’ll never doubt your existence again!” beamed Josh, as he bounced around his new bedroom in his underwear the following morning. It seems his prayer did not go unheard. Sure, the wording may have been taken somewhat literally, but he didn’t care. Here he was, getting a first hand view of the sweet virgin flesh he’d spent so many nights dreaming of.

“Gotta say, Debbie, I never had you pegged as a thong girl. How very impure of you…” he whispered to himself, as he stole a glance at his new ass over his shoulder in the mirror, “But you know what we religious folk say: Judge not lest ye be judged”. Josh laughed, pulling his panties up and giving himself a very pleasing wedgie in the process, feeling the fabric lightly tug against his tight virgin pussy,

“Oh my” he giggled as an unfamiliarly sly grin formed on Debbie’s sweet face, “that felt good… Maybe it’s finally time for Debbie’s body to see what all this fuss surrounding premarital sex is about”

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Taste For Trash

"I say, Gregory, we are simply the most vile young skanks in the entire club tonight!" guffawed Tristan, his upper crust accent sounding peculiar coming from the body he'd hijacked for the night,

"Quite right, my good man" replied Gregory, "Though I must say we are both blessed with simply terrific behinds! Care to compare?"

They each hitched up their dresses and admired the other's new ass, before pressing them against each other back to back and laughing hysterically.

"Don't worry gents, I'm getting it all on camera!" said an excited William, as his friends each struck a pose.

Gregory, Tristan and William were a trio of obnoxious young socialites, who got off on spending their fortune on high-priced body possession spells. They all had something of a "taste for trash", as they put it, and their favourite pass time was to go out to the seediest night club in town each weekend and find who they considered to be the most low rent girls in the place. They'd first attempt to romance them, buying them drinks and complimenting them, but if their advances were met with rejection then the girls would soon find their bodies possessed by the three young men. Then it was up to them to embarrass the girls as much as was possible. 

"Help me unhook my bra, chaps" said William, putting down the camera, "You may have the superior asses, but I wager the whole club would appreciate a good look my magnificent bosom". They all laughed again, before exiting the bathrooms for a topless boogie on the dancefloor.

A Position of Responsibility

"Bang, bang, yo! The name's Mrs Evans and I'm here today to teach y'all how to pop a cap in dis big juicy basic white bitch ass!" said Jerry in a mock gangster accent, lifting his skirt to ensure he was fully exposed.

Ever since their week of swap class had begun, Jerry and his friends entertained each other by making their new bodies look like idiots when in private. Today was his turn, and given the class had an uneven number he'd been granted access to the incredibly prim and proper young teacher Mrs Evans.

"Now Jerry" she'd told him, "I know you're a well behaved young man and your grades are always exceptional, so I'm trusting you implicitly with my body and life for the following week. I know you won't let me down."

"Oh, don't worry Miss Evans. This is a responsibility I intend to honour to the fullest of my abilities" he lied back. 

If only she could see him now, a mere three days later, throwing gang signs and flashing her thong for the amusement of his friends. And that's to say nothing of the fun he'd been enjoying with Mr Evans the past few nights.

Sometimes teachers have lessons to learn from swap class too.

A Grand Old Pair Of Swaps

"Oh come on, Abbi. Again? You can't be serious, dude" sighed Daniel, now inhabiting his grandmother's buxom form,

"Hey, listen man, when we got grandma and grandpa that one week body swap spell for their anniversary we promised to live their lives as normal. I can't help it if grandpa happens to be a total stud" said a smug Abbi, loving the power she now held over her older brother.

"Wouldn't be such a stud without all that viagra you've been poppin'..." muttered Daniel,

"Hey, I'm just enjoying the perks of retired life with my obedient and dutiful wife by my side. Speaking of, lose the bra, wifey. Poppa wants another tittyfuck!"

Daniel did as he was told. As much as he protested and would never admit it out loud, his grandmother's body was responding pretty strongly to everything his sister was putting him through. But he couldn't help but wonder how his grandma was getting on in his teenage body...

"A thong, Murray? My, my, aren't you a little slut!" gloated Ethel, after barging in on her husband of forty years while he was changing. There was something so empowering about seeing him reduced to their seventeen year-old neice's petit form.

"Ethel, would you be reasonable for a moment please?" he snapped, "Honestly, if mom and dad - um, I mean, if my son and his wife were to walk past right now how do you think this would look to them?"

"Oh, relax, 'sis'. Why not live a little? I know I've been enjoying my time as a strapping young man" said Ethel,

"Don't remind me. I can hear the bed springs squeaking every time you've brought home another young floozy. I mean, really, children these days have no morals" said Murray,

"This coming from the girl in the lacy thong?" she laughed "You should get out there, meet some boys. You're only young once. Well, twice in our case... I do think it's marvelous though really. Today's young women are just so... liberated! I mean, some of the things I've done in this body you simply wouldn't believe! I'll have a lot to show you once we've returned to our old lives...". Ethel winked as she left her husband to finish getting dressed in peace. 

As his mind wandered, Murray couldn't help but feel his crotch dampen slightly at the prospect of maybe letting Abbi's boyfriend slip a hand under his skirt.

All About The Titties

“Yes, yes, I understand the part about buying the body swapping spell from the wizard… but honestly, me? Your own mother? I mean it’s a tad… strange, isn’t it?” said a concerned Phillipa,

“Look mom, here’s the thing: when you’re a fifteen-year-old boy it’s all about the titties. And you’ve got the biggest titties of anyone I know! Well, I guess I do now!” laughed Terry nonchalantly, as he sipped on his tea, “Relax, the spell expires in a week anyway. Until then I’m gonna enjoy it for all I can. It’s healthy for a growing boy to want to experiment, I’m going through a very hormonal time in my life, you know”,

“Trust me, I know. I saw the pile of, um, used tissues beside your bed…” whispered Phillipa in embarrassment.

“Oh yeah! Ha! The ol’ jizz rags. Well, feel free to add to that collection while you’ve got that body. Knock yourself out, ‘Terry’” he said, as he began to massage his enormous breasts right there in the kitchen.

Phillipa could feel an uncomfortable stirring in her teenage loins watching her old body, and made one last attempt to change Terry’s mind,

“Oh well, you do realise your father will expect his wife to attend to her ‘duties’ when he gets home this evening, don’t you…?” she said with a raised eyebrow. Terry paused. This was it, she was sure she had him,

“You mean I get to have sex too!!??? Awh man, this is the best! Hey, maybe I’ll let him do me up the butt too! I love this body!” cooed Terry, now thoroughly juggling his breasts.

Phillipa grimaced, knowing anal was one of her husband’s ultimate unfulfilled fantasies. Later that night, as she overheard that fantasy finally being fulfilled in the next room over, Phillipa felt the need to add to Terry’s little collection after all.

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