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A Mind of Their Own Returned 4

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“You know, it’s kind of lonely,” we heard Bobbi say.
“What are you talking about? What about your friends, Tori and Carol? They certainly love to play with us, no, me.” It was hard to keep my single consciousness. I was slipping further into my split mind by the day.
“Me?” Bobbi said with sass. “Now which tit said that, this one-” She lifted my right half, and squeezed it. I felt my flesh squishing between her fingers. “Or this one-” She let our right half fall, and grabbed at left side, squeezing that side of us too.
“It was both of us!” we shouted, and she let our left side drop with a slap.
“Good. Remember: you aren’t one anymore. You’re my girls. And speaking of girls, Tori and Carol are great, but you know what would make them even better? Giving them their boobs back, and giving them a mind of their own too. They are my breast friends, after all…” Bobbi said threateningly, tucking us into a bra before putting on the rest of her clothes. I heard the front door slam, and I wobbled slightly in the constricting garment. I knew we were going back to the witch…

You Need A Mother

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“What did you do this for?” Questioned Alex (left).
“I did it for you. You’re mother died and you need a mother” explained the woman on the right.
“But I need a father”
“No you don’t you need a mother. You’re a growing girl. You need a mother to help you”
“But wouldn’t you want to be a man” said Alex.
“Believe me, being female is better. Being a man is stupendously overrated. Just look at my chest.”
“I see,” said the daughter “do you have any clothes?”
“Only the ones I have on” explained the mother.
“We better get shopping then”
“I’d love that” smiled the mother.
The pair went shopping and became one of the sexiest mother and daughter combinations on the planet. They both couldn’t possibly be happier

Schule der Erwachsenen 5

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Daniel (14) hasste den Französischunterricht. Am liebsten hatte er diese dämliche Sprache abgewählt. Als das seltsame Licht die Schule traf, war auch eine Französische Ausstauschschülerin namens Madeleine (14) in seiner Klasse. Er machte sich oft über ihren starken Dialekt und ihr schlechtes Deutsch lustig. Er fand, dass sie sich wie eine kleine Nutte anhörte. Read more

Request for @Awruk88

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When Martin (16) swapped bodies with his childhood crush who is also his neighbour, Amanda (22). He was amazed he was in her body to start with. Who would of thought that the ring would work? It’s a dream come true. Martin had never once seen Amanda in the nude and he had never been aware of how incredibly sexy she truly was. Her long brown her running down the back of her smoothly shaven body. There thought of going back to his own body never occurred to Martin he intended to be a she and be Amanda forever. Life couldn’t be better.

A Mind of Their Own Part 3

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“Uuhh…our head,” my voice said, rousing me from sleep. Wait, why would me own voice wake me up? And why did my body feel like it had been split in two? I tried to open my eyes, but everything was dark. I tried to stand up, but couldn’t. I did feel movement however. My whole self shook and quaked, before settling down.
“We did it,” my voice said, though I had said nothing. “Now SHE’S the boobs! That dumb bitch won’t lay on us anymore!”
What? No! I don’t want to be my own tits! I felt a pinch on my nipple. The waves of pleasure shut me up quick.
“Too bad!” my voice boomed down at me. They could hear my thoughts. “WE didn’t like being YOUR boobs! But now you don’t even have boobs. You’re OUR tits now.” They lifted me, and then let me drop, slapping painfully against my-their body.
I wobbled, bumping against myself and shaking more as they walked over to examine themselves in the mirror.
“Wow. We were bangin’!” they shouted, giving me a squeeze. I moaned.
“Hey, shut up down there!” they mocked. “You’re ours now, not the other way around, so from now on you’ll be listening to us, okay?”
“Yes…” I said quietly. They reached up and twisted my nipple.
“What was that?”
“Yes!” I shouted in extreme pain.
“That’s better. Now, why don’t we show her how much bras suck?”

Mom’s Underwear

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My parents were away for the weekend, and the only thing they had asked me to do before they left was fold the laundry when it was done. So when the dryer stopped I went downstairs to open it up, and found…
Mom’s underwear! “Great,” I thought. “Just what I wanted to do, fold Mom’s underwear…” I grumbled as I started folding the clothes. After the fifth or sixth pair I started to realize how soft they were. Much softer than my boxers, and I’m sure they were much more comfortable. I got to a noticeably modest looking pair and shrugged, why not? I took off my pants and slipped off my boxers before sliding the panties up onto my body.
I was right! They were so much softer than my own underwear! They were clearly too big for me, but the elastic still held them around my body well enough. I put my pants back on, and continued folding.
I left the panties on throughout the rest of the day, as they were much more comfortable. When it came time to go to bed, I still kept them on, but put on the rest of my own pajamas, and laid down in my bed to go to sleep. Read more

A Mind of Their Own Part 2

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Ugh, they were bickering…again!
“Shut up girls, or I’ll really do it!” I shouted aloud at my tits.
The first said, “Yeah, right. If I gained a cup size every time you said that-“
“-and didn’t do it, we’d be down to your knees!” finished the second.
“Alright, fine.” I walked over to my bed. They thought they could call my bluff? I’d make them regret it.
I knelt onto my bed before getting down on all fours. I slowly lowered myself closer towards the mattress. My nipples brushed against the covers.
“Hey, what’s going on?” one of my boobs shouted to me. Then I let go with my hands, and came crashing down onto the bed.
“Aaahh!” they shouted in unison. But then I realized…my voice had said the same.
“Can you get the fuck off of us? Stupid bitch!” my voice shouted, but they wasn’t my words: they were theirs.
“What’s happening?” I squeaked out. When I spoke my voice sounded somehow distant. Then I felt the pressure. It felt like my whole body was being compacted! I shot up to my knees again, and the pressure was gone.
“What was happening to me?

What’s It Like

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Last night I made a stupid wish on a shooting star (I know, of all things?). I just wanted to know what it was like to be in the pants of the cute girl at the bar that night. However my wish seemed to have been misinterpreted. So, of course, I invited my best friend over to see her-or I guess my, new body:
“So what’s it like having boobs?” he asked me. I knew I should have expected a response like that, but it still caught me a little off-guard.
“I don’t know, what’s it like having a dick?!” I snapped back, covering my mouth after realizing what I had said.
“That’s not fair! You used to have one you already know that!” he said, his eyes unable to move from my perky breasts.
“…No, I don’t…” I said slowly, realizing I couldn’t remember anything about having my male form. “The only thing I remember having down there is my pussy. I can remember my first…” I swallowed hard. “Period… I remember the girl I first had sex with, but I can’t remember doing anything with her. All the memories involving my former male parts are just gone.”
I sat down, and looked solemnly at him. I only remembered this form, my female form. My boobs, my vagina, my ass, my hips, my curves. I can even remember how to put on a bra, something I had never had to do before. But, wait, what am I saying? Of course I had to do it before. I’ve had to do it every day since middle school! My breasts may not be that big, but they came to me pretty early.
And speaking of the girls, my boyfriend’s eyes haven’t left them since I took my clothes off. I think maybe it’s time I let him get a closer view…

This Isn’t Good

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They’re breasts. I have breasts. They weren’t there before. What’s on my shoulder? I put my hand to my shoulder to examine the scene. It was hair. That’s strange because I have short hair. I sit on a seat in the pool and cross my legs as I think. I’d never found crossing my legs so comfortable. Something’s not right. I put my hand down to investigate. I’m so comfortable because I have a pussy my dick is gone. I am a woman. Something’s in the pool. Someone has contaminated the pool. This isn’t good. I don’t want to be a woman I’m a man. This isn’t good.

Hopeless

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For what felt like the millionth time I stoop up from my kneeling position back onto my pink heals. My master laid back satisfied, his dick still hard and covered in my spit. I could still taste his cum in my mouth as I smiled at him and giggled, before mincing into the kitchen to continue my daily duties- cooking, cleaning and answering the every whim of my master. Read more

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