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— Well then... let's begin, — murmured Zack, kneeling before the crudely drawn star, its edges flickering with small flames. He traced the circle with his finger, feeling a faint tingling on his fingertips.

'Will this crap even work?..' he thought to himself, smirking as he glanced at the battered tome with "Transmutatio Corporalis: Infernum Edictum" embossed on the cover. The book, found at a flea market, dusty and smelling of incense, promised the impossible — a body swap. The mayor's son was the perfect target. The only thing Zack didn't know was that his girlfriend had decided to come home early today to surprise him. And as the book described, it was crucial to focus intensely on the target during the ritual.

— Zack? — a voice behind him. Female. Too close.

He turned around — and froze, staring at her breasts and smiling, trying to come up with some excuse for all this.

— Rachel?! — he exhaled, but it was too late. His soul shot out of his body, taking all those desires with it.

Her gaze fell to the center of the circle, and at that moment, the candles flared with a crimson light. Zack collapsed to the floor. At least, that's what Rachel saw, while Zack — or rather, his soul — swirled in an airy vortex.

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The first thing Zack felt was a terrible, downward-pulling weight on his chest. He was breathing heavily, lying on the cool wooden terrace, feeling something incredibly massive pressing against his ribs, swaying with each breath. He opened his eyes — and immediately squinted from the sunlight filtering through the leaves.

— Sh-shit... — he rasped, hearing for the first time how strange his voice sounded. As if his throat were constricted. His eyes flew open — and then shut again, not from the light, but from shock. The sound that escaped him was feminine.

— No-no-no... not this... — he muttered, slowly raising his hands to his face, feeling something heavy and firm in the chest area sway with a slight slosh. He flinched and, for the first time, consciously looked down, instantly realizing it was a mistake.

His gaze locked onto two gigantic hemispheres, tightly encased in a snow-white, absurdly thin top, barely managing its task. The breasts looked so enormous that their very existence seemed impossible. Especially from this angle. As soon as he looked down, things got even worse.

— O-oh... mmm... — he exhaled, feeling his lips involuntarily stretch into a soft, almost lewd smile. The voice — sweet, husky, as if he were flirting even with himself...Full story (10 000 characters (explicit) - 4 parts) is open to subscribers here or on Patreon