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ClayWorks
@clayworks.bsky.social
Architect of ClayWorks, a living universe built around Bodyswaps, Alienation and Mind Games.
I design immersive arcs where body, mind and soul are molded and shifted. Lets talk!

Find more here https://www.reddit.com/r/ClayWorks_alienation/
9. She flourished, learning to wield beauty and power embracing her new amazing sexy life. He decayed, trapped in weakness, shame twisting into obsession and envy. Her rise built on his ruin, each day widening the abyss between them. In the end, only one truth remained: be careful what you wish for
September 28, 2025 at 11:51 AM
8. Trapped in the nerd’s frail shell, he reels in shame as alien arousal floods him. Each twitch, each needy throb mocks his lost beauty. Seeing his old body flaunted twists envy into despair. Resistance only feeds the spiral—shame and lust entwined—leaving him corrupted, addicted, powerless.
September 28, 2025 at 11:46 AM
7. She leans over him, breasts swaying, drunk on the alien rush of stolen beauty. Every giggle, every touch reminds her of the power she now owns. He squirms, jealous, aroused, trapped in weakness. She taunts sweetly, “Pathetic. Obsessed. Mine,” savoring her new status while he drowns in regret.
September 28, 2025 at 11:43 AM
6. She leans in, topless, eyes gleaming with stolen power. He, now trapped in the nerd’s frail shell, trembles, voice cracking with shame and unwanted arousal. “You’ll be my pathetic little simp,”she purrs, flaunting his old body. The swap is total: she revels in control, he drowns in envy and loss
September 28, 2025 at 11:39 AM
5. She squeezed her new tits, laughing as his nerdy face burned with envy and shame. “These were yours… now they’re mine,” she mocked, swaying closer. He begged pathetic, body twitching with horny despair. She teased harder, reveling in power, making clear the swap was no error but his eternal trap
September 28, 2025 at 11:34 AM
4. He begged to swap back, trapped in the nerd’s frail body, regret and twisted arousal tearing him apart. Every whine made him weaker. She laughed, flaunting stolen curves, strap slipping, tormenting him. “I’ll keep this,” she teased, as he drowned in jealousy, shame, and unbearable, horny despair
September 28, 2025 at 11:30 AM
3. "She" laughed in her new body, squeezing her breasts, moaning with delight. HE, trapped in his nerdy shell, burned with shame and helpless arousal. Every giggle, every tease made his jealousy worse. She flaunted her curves, mocking, promising to enjoy everything he'd lost.
September 28, 2025 at 11:27 AM
2. The remote clicked—reality inverted. In an instant, he was draped in her curves, breathless with the thrill of hips swaying, laughter dripping power. She, crushed into his frail body, gasped at the weight of glasses, the twitching need, the humiliating horniness. "He" writhes, consumed by regret
September 28, 2025 at 11:20 AM