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  Stage Wizardry

  An Erotic Body Swap Story

  By

  L.M Gregory

  2019 Copyright L.M. Gregory All right reserved

  All characters in this story are at least 18 years old. Any similarities to real or fictional people are accidental.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Other Stories by L.M. Gregory

  Other Books

  Chapter One

  The man towered over Stu. Leering.

  No.

  Not a man.

  Never had been.

  What was he?

  Stu had tried to find out, asking subtle questions, searching used bookstores, occult stores, libraries, wherever his work took him, he researched.

  Nothing.

  And now this?

  His benefactor circled around Stu, slow, measured steps.

  “Not bad,” he said. His voice deeper than any human. And why did it touch Stu? Deep inside?

  That was new.

  They’d met a dozen times in person, more through half open portals, and never once had Stu experienced any emotion beyond fear.

  And some revulsion.

  Not today.

  A gentle touch lingered on Stu’s neck. He wanted to turn, to see what the man… no creature did.

  Yet, Stu just trembled.

  With fear.

  Lust.

  Gods why lust?

  It felt… different.

  An ache.

  Inside.

  Tension.

  Powerful, yet somehow subtle.

  Stu squeezed his eyes shut. I’m not feeling this. I’m not feeling this.

  “Impressive work,” Adrian said. Adrian. As if a creature as magnificent as this could be contained within a name so simple.

  That’s what Adrian had told Stu to call him.

  Like Stu himself insisted on Stu, not Darren. He didn’t want to remember being Darren.

  Is that all it was? Was Adrian just a lost soul looking for something familiar?

  Adrian trailed his hand around to cup Stu’s cheek just Adrian arrived in front of him.

  “How does it feel?”

  Stu looked up at Adrian. Way up. Adrian had always been taller since their first meeting, but not that much taller. How did it feel?

  “Small,” Stu whispered.

  Adrian laughed, leaning over until his warm breath washed over Stu’s face. He brushed his lips against Stu’s.

  Soft.

  Achingly gentle.

  Just a touch.

  A whisper of feeling.

  Tingling ran down Stu’s body. He expected his cock to rise even though men were not his attraction. The feeling came, but it didn’t seem… right. Different. Almost the same in the way a street can seem familiar but be the wrong one.

  A wrong turn. That was it exactly. Stu had made a wrong turn. The only problem was he had no idea if he wanted to turn back.

  “Soft lips. You picked an amazing one. How does she like your body?”

  Click.

  Body.

  Body swap.

  Stu had performed a handful of body swaps for Adrian and for Stu’s own personal gain. Power and money. Maybe they were one in the same. He’d given away the money, keeping just enough for the next shows. The show must go on!

  Trembling Stu looked down into cleavage. Not a lot, if he was honest. But still cleavage. Dark copper skin with rose colored nipples. Erect nipples as luck would have it.

  Further down was nothing.

  Well, there rest of his body still existed. It just wasn’t his anymore.

  Most importantly, no penis.

  No penis.

  I’m a woman.

  Karma.

  Stu had spent considerable time considering the implications of body swaps. Wondering what it would be like to go through himself.

  But…

  He couldn’t remember doing this.

  Looking up into the black eyes of Adrian, his heart pounding in his chest, had Adrian done it?

  Could he?

  If Adrian could do the swaps without Stu, why was he bothering to have Stu handle the magic?

  “You are mine now wizard.”

  Adrian grabbed Stu’s face between two massive hands. Before, the creature had been gentle, this time he was anything but. A hard kiss that spiked Stu’s fear.

  And lust.

  So much lust.

  He moaned.

  The world trembled.

  Stu shot up into a sitting position, panting.

  “You okay?” a soft voice mumbled.

  Not Adrian. It wasn’t Adrian.

  It was just a dream.

  Just dream.

  Or a warning?

  Gentle fingers reached out and ran through Stu’s sweat soaked chest hair. “You woke me up,” the woman whined.

  Each rapid heartbeat sent a throb through Stu’s cock.

  Hard and ready.

  I’m a man!

  A man!

  He rolled on top of the woman who squealed in surprise but accepted Stu’s rough advances.

  Soon she squealed for another reason.

  Stu paced his dressing room.

  I have to stop this. The dream had stayed with him for the past week as the next show drew nearer. A new venue. A new city.

  A new body swap.

  I can’t do it!

  Despite hating the habit, Stu worried a nail down to the bed. He’d pay for it later, but the stupid, gross habit kept him from screaming. He might be in a higher class venue, but they’d still be… concerned if the star of the show started yelling like someone was getting murdered.

  The roar of the crowd reached him through the walls. The warmup artist, a comedian, must be pretty good. Stu hadn’t checked on the man, letting the site manager chose. By preference, he would have preferred no warmup act, but the manager had insisted it was tradition at the theater.

  Still, the crowd calmed Stu. This was why he’d made the deal to begin with. And… all of the swaps had turned out for the better.

  Hadn’t they?

  The crowd laughed.

  Fame.

  He would be more famous than any magician before him, maybe even the great Harry.

  Of course, doing real magic did tend to make things a better.

  A little.

  “They’re here.” The familiar voice had Stu whipping around to face his nightmare. Though on more equal footing this time.

  The dusky skinned, tall Adrian stepped out of the wall. No door existed there, except the portal Stu had prepared minutes earlier.

  I am not afraid. I am a wizard! A real one.

  “What?” he asked.

  Adrian smiled, his lips curling back from white teeth that for one moment Stu feared were pointed. “The next swap. They are in the crowd. Side by side this time, should be easier for you.”

  “Oh. Right.” I must end it. Now. But would one more hurt… just one more?

  Adrian cocked his head. “Are you okay?”

  “Just pre-show nerves.”

  “I could rub your shoulders,” Adrian said while taking a step towards Stu.

  The undignified squeak Stu let out did not resemble the fearsome wizard he’d built up in his head but was an honest reaction. Fear.

  Fear of A
drian.

  Fear of the lust that surged through Stu. He’d never been attracted to men before. How could one dream do this to him?

  “I’m fine!”

  Adrian’s low rumbling laughter filled the room. “I’m sure.”

  Did he know? Had Adrian somehow triggered the dream?

  Fuck! Had he been there? Turning to hide his trembling hands, he resumed his pacing. The other body swaps had worked. The people involved might not have thought of the idea, but once implemented, they’d discovered a world new to them. One they wanted!

  Stu bit his lips. And the payments… damn. He’d learned more real magic in the last few months than he had in his lifetime. The money didn’t matter—much—he’d keep giving away illicit gains and rely—mostly—on the intake from the show.

  If only his assistant hadn’t quit… but she’d been one of the swapped who turned out better. She had her own life now. He couldn’t rely on her steady head.

  A wash of amusement passed over Stu, he turned to find Adrian leaning against the wall with a smile on his lips. His jacket had come undone along with the dress shirt underneath. Muscles rippled across Adrian’s chest. No human could come by that much muscle naturally.

  Stu licked his lips, realized what he was doing and spun away even as the rumbling chuckle drove him even further away. But there was no were to go. The show manager would think it odd if Stu wasn’t in his dressing room when it was time.

  “Do your job and the rewards will keep coming.”

  Maybe even better ones, a voice whispered in his head.

  Had it been his own? Or… no. He wasn’t going to even consider what it would mean if Adrian could talk straight into his head.

  He had to end it.

  Turning back to the creature, Stu… stopped.

  Where had he gone? Adrian was just gone. The portal stood open, but blocked to any but Adrian. Stu hated to think what else could come out of there. Though he had never looked inside.

  Should he?

  Just a peek?

  Would it be so bad?

  Maybe he could learn what was going on. Maybe… find out what Adrian was.

  An entity?

  An angel?

  A… demon?

  But a knock blew the thought straight out of his head.

  “It’s time Mr. Stupendous.”

  A snicker drifted through the door.

  Stu sighed. He’d always regretted the name, but he’d chosen the name when he should have been studying in a college. Young and dumb.

  “Be right out.”

  Let the crowd tension build.

  Anticipation.

  Fear.

  Lust.

  Each show was different, but they blended sex and magic in a manner even Vegas envied.

  His resolve wavered. Did he dare? Could he keep doing it? The cost. What was the cost? There had to be one.

  The Stupendous Stu held up his hand and it glowed a bright orange, beams broke off creating a show that twirled through the air with curved light in a manner no laser show could duplicate.

  Magic flooded into his being.

  No.

  He wasn’t going to give it up.

  The show must go on.

  Whatever the cost.

  Chapter Two

  The mumble of the audience, the rustle of feet and fabric as people moved from their seats to use the restroom or take a smoke break, all drifted on the edge of Jason Mallory’s consciousness. He didn’t care. He hadn’t wanted to come, but for their small suburb, the decadent magical stylings of “The Stupendous Stu!” were the event of the year. Anyone who wanted to be on society’s who’s who had to be there.

  Jason snorted. Stupendous indeed. Stupid might be a better word.

  Magic.

  It was tricks and lame ones at that.

  To be fair, he’d looked up this Stu online and found the man had quite the reputation for depraved shows.

  That his wife had suggested they go was shocking. Now had it been his girlfriend he’d have laughed and understood, that woman had a sexual appetite that shocked even Jason. He might just keep her for longer than average.

  He shifted in his seat; the worn cushion allowed the hard metal seat to dig into his ass. Someone needed to replace the seating. Glancing around it was easy to see the whole place could use a sprucing up, or outright restoration. Behind gaudy tapestries, cracked and dilapidated wood paneling peeked out. How the hell had this place passed the fire inspection?

  Had it passed?

  Jason considered leaving, but before he could stand and demand he and his wife leave, the lights dropped to nothing. Not even track lighting along the aisles lit the theater. A glance behind him showed that the doorways were black as moonless, cloudy night in a forest.

  That couldn’t be legal.

  Nervous laughter drifted to him. A cold hand gripped his, Carla, his wife of almost 30-years. Thirty years as cold as her hand. They’d married out of obligation to their families, not any sort of affection. The resulting consolidation of their family businesses had created a juggernaut that had survived and thrived in the tech boom, recessions, and changing world economy. A modern marriage of convenience. Love, affection, that was supposed to come later, but nothing had happened. A few kids from their occasional sexual duty and then… just nothing.

  Like the darkness.

  Jason shifted in his seat, trying to see… anything. Light. Where was the light? His heart raced ever faster, reaching a peak that even his high-intensity workouts never did.

  Where was the light?

  Standing would do nothing, though he thought he could hear people doing just that. Some laughter turned into sobs.

  I should have visited Sara as I planned.

  The tension built until Jason squeezed his wife’s in a grip that had to be hurting her while his other tightened on the loose armrest ready to push him up in a desperate attempt to escape even if it had no chance since he couldn’t see a damn thing…

  Red light exploded from the ceiling in a flash that was neither firework nor laser. Something else.

  The light sent a chill through Jason’s body, which was nothing compared to frozen horror a moment later when the voice spoke.

  Mortals. So many sinful mortals for my pleasure!

  “Not today, demon!” a voice from the direction of the stage cried.

  Jason’s head snapped to the front where a man stood. Lit… wait. How was he even visible? No streams of light from above illuminated him. No spotlight from the floor. The man seemed to glow in his skintight leathers and blue cloak. Just… lit up.

  Bright light beamed from the man and hit the redness above, a scream in the very core of Jason shook him down to his patent leather shoes.

  This wasn’t possible.

  Nor the promised lust-filled show he’d agreed to come to!

  The scream died away, and the light dimmed, not disappearing entirely this time. Thankfully.

  The audience stood or sat in a variety of shocked positions, while the man on stage shook his head.

  “Sorry. I’m so sorry. That shouldn’t have happened.” He paused. “And won’t happen again!” his voice boomed, echoing through the old theater.

  Jason jerked back. What kind of show was this?

  The man on stage spread his hands, glowing hands, he wove an intricate pattern in the darkness which soon had the audience gasping. This time in delight instead of fear. Even Jason, who hated being scared—startled as he preferred to think of it—cooed in amazement. Whatever the magician was doing, it rivaled the biggest and best firework shows, only this fit on a stage.

  And then came the lust.

  Women dancing through the sky.

  Man joining them.

  Stripping.

  Bodies so perfect as to be impossible.

  And on stage the magician, Stu, it had to be the Stupendous Stu, directed the choreography with a mastery that the most exceptional Hollywood dance leaders would have envied.

  Sensu
al.

  Teasing.

  Denying.

  Sight only at first.

  The first soft moan jolted Jason back, a momentary worry that the… whatever had happened at the beginning was coming back.

  But no.

  This noise came from the women.

  The first touch.

  Men touching women.

  Women touching women.

  Men touching men.

  A flurry of sexual activity above the audience so real that it could have been… well. Real.

  A volunteer, urged onto stage by laughing friends.

  The woman who joined him, not at all reluctant.

  They danced with the wizard-creations and then each other.

  The audience screamed when they kissed.

  Jason began to relax. The show was amazing. No video existed of any of The Stupendous Stu’s shows. Only vague reviews that always finished with, “just go see the show!”

  For over two hours, Jason’s lust strained. His first thoughts went to his girlfriend. What was she doing? They’d were to have attended a charity event in the city together. There was nothing like watching the leering, jealous faces of societies best, envious of him. Of the incredible woman who he kept at his beck and call like the old days.

  But Sara wasn’t with him.

  Carla was, as her cold hand on his constantly reminded him.

  Short, pudgy Carla.

  But…

  Those breasts.

  Always prominent, they’d ballooned with each year and birth.

  Jason licked his lips. Struggling with something he hadn’t felt in… well, maybe not ever.

  Lust.

  For his wife.

  His stomach fell and twisted.

  Guilt.

  Why hadn’t he made more of an effort over the years?

  “Jason Mallory!” Stu interrupted Jason’s thoughts, looking straight at Jason and his wife sitting near the front row.

  What?

  Why did he call my name?

  Gripping his arm, Carla laughed and tugged on him, pointing with her free arm.

  “Go to the stage, silly.”

  Flushing, with anger and embarrassment, Jason staggered to his feet while the crowd cheered. He didn’t mind being the center of attention, but only when he chose it. Not some random pick from the group.

  Random…

  Stu had said his name.

  Not so random.