Body Queaning: Broken Trust

 Shelly groaned, tears of shame and frustration welling in her eyes as she jerked her small cock to a shuddering climax.

On the screen, her old body giggled and teased as if it knew exactly what she'd just done. 

It wasn't supposed to be like this. When she decided to indulge her fantasies and try body queaning she knew there'd be risks. Handing over complete control of her body to another, no strings, no way to get it back without the other's consent? Risky, was almost too mild a word for it but that was part of the thrill too. In the end, she turned to the one person she felt she could trust completely, her father.

It took some persuading but eventually, he agreed to take her body and treat it as his own. For a while, it was everything she could have hoped for. Watching her lovely body from the outside as its new occupant discovered the delights of being a woman was an incredible thrill. Their first swap was just a few hours. Enough time for him to try on some of Shelly's sexiest outfits and practice walking and talking like his daughter until they both agreed he could pass as her in company. Shelly spent the whole time painfully hard, the thrill of her body posing and strutting for her giving her first taste of arousal as a man. When they swapped back she was delighted to feel a familiar ache in her pussy that told her it had been recently fingered. The thought of her father sneaking off to masturbate in her body was enough to keep her up half the night rubbing herself raw.

After that, it was a question of when they would swap again not if. 

Each swap after that lasted a little longer. Each of them growing more comfortable in the body of the other until Shelly was a virtual spectator in her own life. The first time she heard her old voice call her Daddy Shelly nearly came in her pants. The first time she'd woken up to find a note from her Dad telling her he was taking her body to a party and she shouldn't wait up she did cum. He hadn't even asked first, simply swapping with her while she slept. Her body was truly becoming his body. On the increasingly rare occasions, he allowed her to become her old self, usually, when she had some boring family obligation to attend, she'd find it sore from hard use. A stranger's spunk slowly leaking from her pussy or asshole. He even got a tattoo without bothering to mention it, Daddy's Girl permanently etched on the small of her back underlining exactly who owned that ass now.

Had it been anyone else she might have worried but she trusted him completely. She knew that the man who'd raised her wouldn't allow any harm to come to her body and would always bring it home in the end.

Until one day he didn't. 

She found her room empty, all her clothes, jewellery, and makeup gone. A terse letter telling her not to look for him the only trace that her father or her body was ever there. 

The police were no help, grown women moving away with no evidence of foul play not being any kind of crime. Even the private detective she hired couldn't find anything except a link to an onlyfans account listed as realsluttyshelly69.

So Shelly found herself trapped in the body of middle-aged man. Spending her dwindling savings to watch her old body giggle and tease and debase herself for a loyal army of online suckers of which she was just one. 

She cursed herself for her foolishness. She should never have let things go this far. If only she could reclaim her proper body, she told herself, she'd give up her strange fetish and never let herself be body queaned again. 

But deep down she knew if she could somehow go back and stop all this from happening she still wouldn't change a thing.