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Festival Vibes

“Fuck yea!”, Johnny roared over the noise of the crowd as he struck a double bicep pose. Life was good. The sun was shining, the beats were blasting, and the chicks were banging. And to top it all off he was one fucking hot alpha stud with a cocktail of drugs and testosterone pumping through his veins, and a massive donkey dick swinging in his shorts. He stood head and shoulders above the beta losers around him as girls took turns swinging off his thick biceps. Who would have thought that this would be the life that old bean pole would come to live.

Johnny had been a short, skinny kid growing up. During middle school, athletic kids like Kyle always used to tease him for his smaller size and lack of athletic ability. Things changed in the summer before high school when Johnny had a massive growth spurt. He was now taller than all of his classmates by at least half a foot, a statistic that he would go on to maintain throughout high school. But despite his towering height, Johnny was still as skinny as a reed, earning him the nickname Beanpole from Kyle.

Even with his high school jock physique, Kyle was envious of how Johnny towered over all the other students. This envy manifested in acts of aggression to assert his dominance. He would shove Johnny in the hallway, made sure to tackle him extra hard in gym class, and scare off any students that would dare try and make friends with poor Beanpole.

Most of all, Kyle liked to play practical jokes on Johnny. Things came to a head towards the end of senior year. Johnny was making his way across the quad when Kyle snuck up behind him and pulled down the taller boy's pants in front of half of the student body. Kyle began congratulating himself on another well-executed prank when he realised everyone was watching on in stunned silence.

Kyle looked down to see that Johnny was sporting the biggest cock and balls that he had ever seen. “What the fuck, you freak?” Kyle stammered as he tried to process what he was seeing, turning his back on Johnny. Something primal came over Johnny. A strange feeling of dominance turned his vision red. In one swift motion, Johnny reached down and tugged down Kyle’s shorts. The whole quad burst out laughing as they saw that Kyle was packing a thin stub of a cock. In reality, Kyle was only slightly below average, but in comparison to the monster that Kyle was sporting, he looked like a little boy.

From that day, the dynamic changed. Johnny found himself being invited to all the popular kid's parties. At one of these parties, he found himself hooking up with a cheerleader. One thing led to another, and soon half the party was listening to the cheerleader moan at the top of her lungs as she rode his monster cock. From that day forward, he was no longer Beanpole, he was Big Red. It wasn’t long before he had worked his way through all the hottest chicks in the student body. Everyone wanted a ride on Big Red.

With his newfound self-esteem and social standing, Johnny began to make changes in other parts of his life. He began working out and looking after his diet. By the time he was off to college, he had put on a reasonable amount of muscle onto his tall frame. He loved all the comments he was getting about his size, so he doubled down on his gym routine and began experimenting with a cocktail of hormones during his freshman year of college.

By the summer of his sophomore year, Johnny had grown to 230 pounds of solid muscle, and his ego had grown to match. He had numerous endorsements with supplement brands and was showered in free gym gear from the hottest labels. He had quickly worked his way through all the hottest chicks in his year and had even started on the senior class. At 6’5 he towered over all the other dudes at his college, and he constantly made sure to let them know he was the superior male specimen. If Johnny hadn’t been so self-centered, he may have noticed his attitude has morphed into that of his high school bully’s.

Kyle’s life had changed after that fateful day as well. Word quickly spread of his less than impressive package and it wasn’t long before someone came up with the nickname JellyBean. He instantly dropped to the bottom of the food chain. At the last party he was invited to, he saw Johnny leading his ex-girlfriend away into one of the bedrooms where she proceeded to scream his name for the next hour.

His confidence shattered, Kyle messed up his trial for a football scholarship and he had to get a dead-end job at a factory after he graduated. The work was hard and draining so he came home sore and exhausted. Lacking the motivation to work out, his physique softened and his body grew thick with fat.

One day a picture of Johnny came up on Kyle's Instagram feed. Kyle was consumed with envy as he scrolled through the hunks profile, seeing the incredible life he led. From that night onward, Kyle furiously masturbated to his former classmate, fantasising about how his life could have been different.

One night while browsing the web, he found an old post about astral projection. That night Kyle found himself floating above his body. He panicked as his brain tried to process what was happening. He had somehow managed to astral project. The next few weeks were spent honing his newfound skill until he was eventually able to travel long distances with ease.

Late one night, he managed to get all the way to Johnny’s campus. He floated through the dorm rooms until he found his former classmate's dorm room. And there Johnny was, in all of his naked glory. His frame was so large, that his feet were poking out the bottom of his simple dorm room bed. His muscles were glistening with sweat, and his cock oozed cum as he held a busty brunette against his muscular frame.

Kyle felt compelled to touch the sleeping giant as he reached one of his spectral hands towards the mans hulking chest. His hand glowed as it made contact with the muscle before it began to sink into the bigger man's flesh. Kyle was ecstatic, it was just like in the movies. He would be able to take Johnny’s life for his own. “NO!”, roared a foreign presence in Kyle's mind. He found himself forced out of Johnny’s body and flung back into his own where he awoke with a start.

After reading up online, Kyle realised that Johnny’s will was just too dominating to lose control over his body. Kyle resigned himself to watching Johnny each night, living the life he could have almost had.

That was until the festival. Johnny had stumbled towards a bank of porta-potties to take a slash. All of them were full so he decided to find an out-of-the-way spot where he could take care of business. Due to the cocktail of drugs and alcohol, combined with the scorching heat of the desert sun, Johnny soon found himself losing his balance. The large man slumped against a wall to stop the world from spinning and promptly passed out.

Kyle has just so happened to be watching this scene take place. He floated down to Johnny and inspected his slumbering form. Johnny’s choice of festival attire left little to the imagination. His impressive arms were on show, having turned a light shade of red in the sweltering sun. His muscle singlet had torn slightly around the neck as it couldn’t contain the sheer bulk of his chest. His thick quads burst out of his colourful shorts, the imprint of his monster cock clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. Huge calves worked in tandem with his massive feet to support his huge frame. And it was all his for the taking.

Kyle pushed his spectral hand into Johnny’s chest. A familiar force tried to push him out. But this time the force was weaker. “No,” the voice in his head said feebly. Kyle smirked to himself and proceeded to force the rest of the way inside.

Johnny heard the voice again “No stop!”, the voice said, this time in a more panicked tone. Seizing his advantage, Kyle willed his spirit to develop Johnny’s presence. The two clashed in a battle of will, but Johnny in his weakened state was fighting a losing battle. Kyle began to strip parts of Johnny’s spirit. His dominance, his masculinity, his drive, until nothing was left except a defenseless shell. “Please, don’t do this,” Johnny pleaded as Kyle willed his spirit to devour what was left of Johnny’s will.

Kyle opened his eyes and looked down to find a huge set of pecs blocking his vision. It has worked. He was now Johnny. He hauled himself to his feet, momentarily experiencing vertigo as he got used to seeing the world from so high up. He wasted no time exploring his new body, his large calloused hands exploring the sheer volume of each of his pecs and the deep groves of his abs.

Eventually his hands wandered into his overstuffed briefs. He moaned as he squeezed his bull nuts and massaged his colossal cock. “Looks like you need a hand with that,” a voice said. Kyle opened his eyes to find a smoking hot chick had wandered around the back of the building. Kyle smirked to himself. Less than a minute after taking over Johnny’s body and chicks were already throwing themselves at him.

The new Johnny peeled off his singlet, before scooping the girl up in his big arms, and going in for a deep kiss. The girl kissed back as she draped her hands over his huge traps, her thighs resting on either side of his ripped torso. One of her hands pushed its way into his overstuffed shorts, her eyes going wide momentarily as she realised what she was dealing with before she composed herself.

“Think you can take it?” Johnny whispered in her ear as her hands explored the length of his thick shaft, her dainty hand not even close to getting around its incredible girth. Johnny spun the girl around, and pulled down his shorts releasing his python from it’s fabric cage. He paused momentarily, taking in the gravity of the situation. Everything was finally right in the world. The sun, the music, the chicks, the body. He was back to being the alpha he always should have been. He let out a deep rumbling moan as he lowered the chick onto his waiting cock.

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Couples Cosplay

Disclaimer: The images in this one are AI ones from Instagram.

My boyfriend and I love cosplay. There’s something hot as hell about dressing up and pretending to be someone else. We’d spend whole weekends at conventions, me dressed as some lithe, twinky character, and my boyfriend would suit himself up in some hunky armour or soldier suit. We’d pose for photos all day, smiling at the camera as it captured the fantasy that we both loved. Then we’d go home and fuck like rabbits as we took our roleplay to a whole new level. But that’s where things started to come unstuck.

I loved my boyfriend, truly. I’d do anything for him. He was kind, funny, and he absolutely adored me. But his real self, his physical self, just didn’t match the hunky dom personas he loved to cosplay as. Those perfect photos of Geralt wrapping Jaskier in a protective arm? Two slender Asian guys with hardly any size on them, except for their perky bubble butts. The hot roleplay we did where Master Chief fucked my brains out? It was my boyfriend valiantly ploughing me with an XL dildo, trying to keep up the fantasy as he furiously pumped his own tiny cock. As I said, I love the man, but part of me wanted, no, needed more. I craved being dwarfed and enveloped by a bear of a man who could wrap his huge, powerful arms around me and make me feel safe. And then fill me completely with a truly monstrous cock that would put the dildo to shame…

The craving began to gnaw at me. It was a growing ache. An emptiness that my boyfriend, for all his love and affection, just couldn’t fill. So my attention started to wander. I went back on the dating sites, looking for massive guys who were looking for a twinky guy like me. I sifted through endless profiles of ordinary guys, some claiming to be beasts who usually vastly oversold their assets. A surprising number were eager subs, wanting me to top them, which was the exact opposite of what I was craving.

Then, I found Rich.

Rich wasn’t just big. He was massive. His profile was filled with photos of gym selfies of him towering over the other gymgoers, making them look like children. The mirror shots where his bulky body filled the entire frame were a sight to behold, and his more subtle body shots showed an outline of something thick and weighty between his legs that made my breath catch. He was the type of guy who had, by all accounts, spent his entire life being the biggest in any room he entered.

The more I chatted with Rich, the more fascinated I became. He revealed he'd been the chubby linebacker in school, hulking over everyone with sheer mass. But one day, he'd decided he wanted more than just being the big guy who could carry the ball a few yards before being exhausted or the one people would tease in the locker room because he couldn’t see his toes. He wanted to be someone people loved and respected. And above all, wanted.

Eight years of relentless, obsessive lifting later, he'd turned his pudgy, bloated frame into the ultimate alpha male physique: a chest so thick and beefy it strained the fabric of his shirts, arms as thick as my torso, and shoulders so wide he had to turn sideways to get through most doorways. And yet, thanks to a healthy dose of bigorexia and a lingering shyness, he’d only recently built up the courage to come out and start dating. The ultimate alpha, his metaphorical training wheels on, looking for someone to break him in. The irony was delicious.

And boy did I break him. The moment he appeared at the door, all sweaty and pumped after a workout, I was all over him. I buried my face in his damp armpit, inhaling the musky, primal scent. Kneading his swollen arms, the meaty muscle barely giving way beneath my hands.  I was practically climbing all over him as he flexed for me.

I licked the salty sweat off his pectorals, tracing a damp trail down his massive chest, following the dark hair that narrowed down his abdomen. The sensation was practically orgasmic for him; I felt the shivers that wracked his body, his breath catching in his throat. This was the trigger. The shift.

That’s when he started to take control, like some sort of deep-seated alpha instinct was finally unleashed by my worship. His meaty hands clamped onto my bubble butt, lifting me clean off the ground as if I weighed nothing. My legs instinctively wrapped around his thick waist, and he crushed me against his hard body, his mouth descending on mine, his tongue plunging into my throat.

As we made out, my feet dangling a metre above the floor, I felt one of his huge, meaty digits slip into my pants and start circling my hole. I quivered under the confident, rough caress, his finger calloused from years of pumping iron. Then, with a slow, deliberate pressure, he forced that single finger past my defenses, pushing deep inside me. My eyes went wide. This brute's finger was thicker, more substantial than my boyfriend's entire cock. That thin, pathetic thing would jackhammer into my ass, trying in vain to fill me. But this… this finger was strong, thick, and demanding. A high-pitched moan escaped my lips as a second finger slipped in, stretching me out for what was to come.

And come it did. After a few minutes of expert loosening, I felt the fingers pull out, a hot slickness left behind. He roughly shucked his gym shorts, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams from the sheer size of what they contained. Then, something else, huge, thick, and searingly warm, rubbed against my ass.

"You want this, don't you?" he rumbled, his voice low against my ear. "My massive fucking cock stretching you out. Making you scream my name"

Of course I did. My ass was practically begging for it. This was everything I’d ever wanted, ever craved, made real. And now it was here, my body could hardly contain the anticipation. I started to paw at his chest, kneading the hard muscle like a cat. "Please," I begged, my voice hoarse and desperate. "Fuck me."

He smirked, "Well, since you asked so nicely."

That cocky smirk was the last thing I saw before my vision went white, a blinding explosion of pleasure and pain. It was bigger, so much bigger, than any dildo Leo and I had ever attempted. I could feel my hole stretching to the absolute limit, groaning under the pressure, to accommodate the thick mushroom head. As the first few inches of the shaft pushed inside,  I arched my back, my hips bucking instinctively against him. He grunted, a deep, satisfied sound, as he slowly lowered me down further, another few inches of his immense cock at a time. I was wailing at this point, my body pushed to the absolute edge of what it could take. "Please, I can't take any more! It's too much!"

"Hell, I’m not even halfway on it yet," he whispered, his voice teasing me. He snickered to himself, then lowered me down another inch on his bulging fuck stick. I was going wild, clawing at his chest, my nails digging into his hard flesh, unable to control the exquisite agony and overwhelming pleasure rocking through my entire body. "That last inch was for me," he tauntingly whispered in my ear.

With that, he began to pump his hips, slowly pulling his cock out until only the head remained, before sliding it back into me with agonizing pace. My ass was on fire, every single nerve ending firing through flashes of searing pain and overwhelming pleasure. I knew he was enjoying it just as much, my tight hole wrapping snugly around his giant cock, even if only half of it could fit in. He fucked me like a man possessed; no traces of shyness remained.

I’m embarrassed to say how quickly I came. And then came again. My body just couldn’t take the pleasure this intense, my load painting the dark hair on his torso. But not him. His body was built for this. I lay in his arms, spent after blowing my load several times, but he just kept going, using my exhausted body like a willing sex toy. Faster. Slower. Different positions. Each time stretching me further. Using me. Letting all that primal lust build inside him until, with a roar, he came. The load was so impossibly huge, it painted my insides, then began spilling out and trickling down my legs. The last thing I remembered was staring up at his sweaty, triumphant face in absolute bliss as the orgasm rocked over him, and I finally, blissfully let the world slip away.

I woke up about half an hour later in my bed. I could hear someone moving around in the toilet, followed by the deep, resonant sound of a heavy stream of piss. “Damn, I must have been out for an hour”, I thought, as a smile crept across my lips. It was everything I’d ever fantasised it would be.

I got up, my muscles pleasantly sore, and went to the bathroom to splash some water on my face to freshen up. Just as I reached for the tap, two heavy arms, impossibly thick and strong, wrapped around me from behind. I melted into his embrace before realising he had the Master Chief mask on. I smiled to myself. That mask, on that body. My boyfriend basically looked like a Spartan.

“Couldn’t wait to see how it looked, could you?” I teased, nuzzling against his thick forearm.

"Couldn't help myself," he rumbled, the voice deep and powerful. "And besides, it's the only part of the costume that still fits me."

"To be fair, I think I'd prefer you with the costume off for a bit," I said, my fingers dancing along the immense, hard muscle of his arm, tracing one of the thick veins that snaked along beneath the skin. "There's plenty to explore before we jump into roleplay again."

With a soft chuckle, my boyfriend pulled off the helmet, revealing his new handsome face, framed by a thick neck and square jaw. He placed the helmet carefully on the counter before reaching down and wrapping his big arms around me once more, pulling me so tight against his chest that I could feel his heartbeat.  "Thanks so much, babe," he said, his new, deep voice a warm vibration against my neck. "This is incredible."

"No problem babe," I said, closing my eyes and enjoying the powerful yet tender embrace. "Like I always said, I'd do anything for you."

It had been simple, really. Calling upon the ancient spirit demons of my ancestors to drag Rich’s soul off to the spirit world was a bit of a challenge, yes, but once his body was an empty husk, the summoning ritual to pull the unsuspecting soul of my boyfriend into Rich’s vacated body was surprisingly easy. Then all there was left to do was watch as my boyfriends' scrawny soul grew and swelled, feeding on leftover spirit energy to expand to fill every inch of Rich’s hulking body. After a few rather hot minutes where I could hardly keep my hands off myself, his soul had molded itself perfectly, mirroring and firmly bonded to his new, immense form. He hardly even had time to open his eyes to recognise what had happened before I had begun climbing all over him, unable to contain my lust any longer.

Back in the present, my boyfriend flexed his bicep under my hand, making it swell even bigger, the muscle fibres rippling under my touch. You ready to go again?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with a ravenous hunger. "Like you said, there's a lot to discover about this new body. A lot of power."

I swallowed, feeling the soreness of my thoroughly battered hole, but a thrill shot through me. I was always ready to please my man. "Let's cuddle for a bit first," I suggested, melting into his embrace, feeling utterly safe and utterly cherished within his vastness. "Then… let's see if I can take a few more inches."

"Good enough for me!" he said, grinning like a schoolboy as he picked me up, effortlessly, and slung me over his shoulder. I squealed, laughing. "Put me down, you big oaf!" I said playfully, pretending to smack his meaty traps.

But I didn’t want him to put me down. Not now. Not ever.

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So @thesuitaskin said to give more highlight to Cole, and you know what, hell yeah, I have bunch of his pics in my archive so why not. Spinning off the spinoff, I guess?

Spinoff: The Man That Falls

Shawn wiped the sweat from his brow, the cheap motel room thick with the smell of mold and fear. Cole, tied to a rickety chair, his usually jovial face contorted with terror, was the source of the latter. Shawn circled him, the syringe glinting menacingly in the dim light filtering through the grimy window.

"Shoulda minded your business, flyboy," Shawn said, his voice a low growl. "Now look at you. All trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey."

"You're insane. What do you even want?" Cole strained against the ropes, his muscular arms bulging, but the knots held firm.

Shawn chuckled, a humorless sound that bounced off the peeling wallpaper.

"What do I want? I want your life, Cole. Your clean life. Your life where people respect you, not fear you. Your life where you ain't gotta look over your shoulder every damn second. The same life that you denied me,"

He stopped circling and stood directly in front of Cole, the needle a hair's breadth from his skin.

"See, you messed up when you rejected me a few years ago in the recruitment center because you believed that bitch shrink evaluation about me. Tendency for violence, pffttt....stupid. Then, you messed up again when you decided to play hero earlier this week. You saw something you shouldn't have, now you gotta pay the price."

Shawn traced the outline of Cole's bicep with the tip of the syringe. "This," he said, admiration lacing his voice, "this is power. Respect. This is what I want,"

"You'll never get away with this," Cole spat at him, the glob of saliva landing on Shawn's cheek.

Shawn wiped his face with the back of his hand, his eyes hardening.

"Oh, I will. I've thought this through. Every single step." He gestured around the room. "Nobody knows you're here. Nobody cares about a washed-up thug like me. By the time anyone notices you're gone, I'll be you."

He began to explain his plan in detail, relishing the look of horror on Cole's face. The injection, he explained, was a potent muscle relaxant, specially formulated by one of the cartel's shady chemists. It would paralyze Cole, leaving him conscious but unable to move. But at the same time, Cole's body would be malleable for manipulation. Then the pill, deep blue and very enchanting, it would dissolve everything Cole and made the studly blonde physique merely an empty husk with all its essence pooled like a huge lump. Shawn would then be able to simply slide himself through the mouth and entered the body like a snake burrowing into its resting place. Once settled perfectly, the Cole essence would then be absorbed like water by his invading body, fusing with his physique and granting Shawn full access to Cole's deepest memories and reflexes. It's a one-way ride for Cole but Shawn always has the option to move around if needed since he still retained his physique after all. Only after this, Shawn would be encased within a white, muscular skinsuit of a soldier that loves his country and proud of his job

Cole's eyes widened, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"That's some sci-fi bullshit! Fuck, are you high now? Is that what the work with the cartel caused you?" Cole managed to choke out, he remained fighting to be free from his tight, Eagle Scout-level knots.

Shawn ignored him, lost in his own macabre fantasy as he spun Cole's chair around to stare at the full-length mirror

"I'll wear you, Cole. I'll walk in your shoes, talk with your voice, feel the sun on your skin… your skin. I'll be the Air Force officer, the respected soldier. Everyone will love me. They'll adore me. Sarah will adore me,"

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I will make sure that Sarah feels every single inch of this tool and screamed your name as she's never going to find out about this," Shawn said while cupping Cole's package

Shawn saw the pure, unadulterated hatred in Cole's eyes. Well, that just made him even more excited. Without any pauses whatsoever, he plunged the needle into Cole's arm, surprising the shirtless stud as he yelped in pain as more and more of the liquid entered his system

The paralysis took hold quickly. Cole's struggles weakened, his body slumping against the ropes. His eyes, however, remained wide open, filled with unspeakable dread. Shawn watched, fascinated, as the life slowly drained out of him. Time for phase two. He grabbed the pill from the small zip-lock plastic bag and instantly shoved it down Cole's throat. The once hateful glare weakened to the point of his eyes losing its radiance as Cole no longer conscious. His nose no longer inhales oxygen and his mouth simply agape as the life force that powered his body essentially sucked away. Shawn's hand busily tracing Cole's physique, but a smirk appeared on his face as he realized that Cole's body really started to get deflated

A couple minutes of waiting while smoking his weed, Cole seemingly finished cooking. His body, even in its flat form, still got some weight and pronounced definition. Not wanting to waste more time, Shawn stretched Cole's mouth and started to push his feet and legs inside as if he's wearing an overall, but with the tightness of a biking gear. Pushing through the rubbery stretchiness, the feet quickly managed to be locked in its place, his size 11 now covered inside a hairy, calloused, size 13, white feet. He smirked, as it was just the beginning. His legs and thighs exploded as Cole has quite the inclination to really push himself on leg day while Shawn tend to keep his legs athletic and lean for evading cops and all. Leg day also affected the glutes behind so now in its corporeal form, Shawn has quite the perky, muscular butt courtesy of Cole's rigorous training, which he welcomed with a generous cupping as if he's grabbing on some girl's ass cheeks.

"Fuck," he mouthed to himself as the sensation of having a completely workout-targeted lower body part turned out to be such a massive turn-on, his cock hardened inside the stretchy rubbery bodysuit trying to find its resting place. Shawn slid through his 7 inches into Cole's 6. He could only grinned when he realized that rather than stopping at the full length, Shawn's extra length transferred to the malleable Cole's form, making Cole's appendage reached the 7 inches length soft while at the same time maintaining the girthiness that Cole originally owned in the first place. Alive once more, the floppy thick beer can gained yet additional length as it hardened to match Shawn's arousal towards the overall process

The torso followed suit very quickly as he just needed to twist and turn a bit before finally feeling Cole's jutting pecs and ridges of abdominal muscles as if it's always been his, the back aligned itself too pretty quickly. The arms were not necessarily a major problem since it's pretty loose. Cole's practically owned monster arms to begin with while Shawn kept his lean, but the euphoric sensation of integrating his arm with Cole's definitely stirred his cock to its destructive full-length as it started to leak pre when he flexed his new arms to get the sense on how insanely hard Cole trained for his biceps and triceps

He was this close to lost to the temptation of simply letting himself go off, but he knew it would be even sweeter to do so when he put on Cole's face so he stretched that mouth once more and shimmied his head in as if he's wearing balaclava, only it's someone's face that he put on. When locked in place, the full essence of Cole instantly activated and that's when Shawn finally saw himself in his full, impeccable form as Senior Airman Cole Armstrong. The overwhelming sensation cause him to spew his load all over the carpet of the motel room, which he followed with a very rich and excited laughter as reality really sunk in for him that the cartel claim were not bogus and he just took over the life of a white US Air Forces staffer. As he calmed himself down, he finally got a clearer reflection of his new self

Cole's face stared back at him, the familiar blonde hair framing his features. He flexed in the mirror, admiring Cole's massive muscles now superimposed on his own frame, the cock shiny from the whole mess it just spewed and his cum-stricked hairy legs and quads looked amazing

He walked around the room, testing his movements. The skin suit was surprisingly flexible, allowing him to move with ease. He spoke, practicing Cole's voice, mimicking his mannerisms or even his speech pattern and also the typical military talk

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Senior Airman Cole Armstrong, ready for duty, Sir!"

Every words that came out of his mouth sounded just like the typical Cole, but with a bit more venom that only few would notice. The memory really came in clutch. He's perfect. He's Cole Armstrong

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Shawn integrated himself seamlessly to the career of an up-and-coming military superstar.

Cole's technical background as electrical engineering graduate plus the fact that he came from lineage of US Air Force really accelerated his career development, and Shawn's arrogance just fueled that acceleration even more as he craved the attention, the recognition and also the notoriety to really claim more stakes and ownership on the works that the real Cole would humbly say as collaborative work or team effort. This new Cole would claim every initiative, every progression and every single achievement as his or came from the brilliance of his mind. He would not even hesitate to name drop his gramps, his father or even as far-fetched as his uncle as source of the inspiration for the idea too to also let others know that he came from a family of real war heroes and traiblazers in the Air Force

Personal life was a bit trickier, but nothing he couldn't handle. When he slipped into Cole at the very beginning, Cole was fresh from a break up with this chick named Molly, but he already put an eye on Sarah Parker. Well, Shawn has no idea whether it was Cole's mind that affected him or something else entirely, she also excited him. Sarah has just this irresistible MILF charm that's too tempting and like a jackpot, she's also the parent of one of the dweeb in Shawn's highschool ages ago that just annoyed Shawn everytime his whiny ass answered question from the teachers or spoke out in his little activism corner. Dude's named Thomas, and he stupidly witnessed Shawn slid out of Cole's once so he needed to be exiled, which Shawn carried out in record speed as Timid Tommy has no backbone whatsoever and accepted his fate rather easily while Shawn fooled and ravaged Timid Tommy's mom as he pleases since she fell head over heels for him

One that put up a bit more fight was definitely Cody, Cole's little brother. Long story short, the younger blonde stud walked in on his big brother's empty body crumpled in bed and a naked wet black thug that just walked out from the ensuite bathroom with his eyes clearly surprised by Cody's presence. Luckily, one of Shawn's crew, Trayvon, just visited earlier and still inside the house but decided to hide when he realized that someone he never recognized before from Shawn/Cole story walked in to the house with ease as if he owned the place. Trayvon lunged from behind and hit Cody's head with his gun and that was enough to knock him out, which led to the development of Cody's bodysuit that has been worn by Trayvon ever since that day.

"Easy bro, your secret remained safe with me. I heard nothing and I saw nothing except my big bro coming out of the bathroom buck-naked, that's it," Trayvon said using the drawl and inflection very similar to Cody's way of speaking, "now, if you can excuse me, I'll head back home. My fucking beautiful wife Ellie is waiting for me already," continued Cody with a grin on his face, yes it might be Cody's in physique but there's about to be a new man that pummeled into Ellie's hole later that night yet Ellie wouldn't even be able to tell the difference.

Cole just smiled, it was a close one but he survived for yet another day, and it was turned out to be the start of his more recent expansion

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As everything seemingly went smoothly, something to note about Cole's career development is the fact that Senior Airman Cole Armstrong received yet another promotion as he turned into Staff Sergeant Cole Armstrong. Aside from the spectacular work he put on, he also received some help from his closest friends the same way he sorted out Cole's lil bro, Cody. He needed more, and that's why he's spending his time on leave with his 2 fellow Staff Sergeant, Daniel Jacobs and Spencer Murray, all three enjoying a short break to town for fishing trips earlier on that day and drinking some good cold beers in the bar downtown.

They planned to head back to the base the next morning. Unfortunately for Jacobs and Murray, they wouldn't even see the sun rises again if everything went according to Armstrong plan, his two crews Tristan and Deion already put their eyes on their latest acquisition while licking their lips from the other end of the bar — the prospect of becoming two white and powerful soldiers just too tempting to resist.

As for Cole, he considered retirement if the takeover worked as he wanted to focus on the demand that appeared from the cartel that just grew so much more lucrative, and if the two puppets are to be installed, he definitely could retire in peace as in daily basis, his crews would just do the work under the disguise of being the patriotic and dutiful soldiers + they could continue to torment Tommy in the base and kept a tab on him. Maybe he could also mix up the business with a bit work in with Veteran Affairs, plenty of connections that he could work with or utilized against as long as he remained under this disguise.

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Okay, I think I jam-packed a bit too much here. I want to develop a separate story for Cody-Cole dynamic hence I left it very general. I also want to make one final loop to tie in the detectives and the expansion Cole did. Shoot me your ideas on things you want to see in the storyline!

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

[itstransformingtime]

Man its great to be young again, I just can’t believe that that I managed to hustle that young man out of his youth. Maybe I should have mentioned that I’m actually 80 years old? I faked being bad at pool so that I would win when all the chips were in so to speak. We had both agreed that if he won, I would give him my life fortune of over £10,000,000. But if I won, I would get his body. He agreed laughing, not thinking that there was anyway that I could win, or that I could actually take his body, but we shook on it, magically agreeing to the terms. It didn’t take long for me to absolutely destroy him, only taking one turn to pocket all my balls. The moment I pocketed the black ball i felt the magically energy begin to build in my body and with a flash of light I found myself in another body, much bigger than my original old and frail body. This body was muscular, with huge budging biceps, I ran my hands over my body and felt it, my skin hadn’t been this smooth in years. Looking over at my old all I saw was a frantic old man, blubbering about me stealing his body. I smirked as I lifted my tshirt off, showing off my new body and flexed. Shouldn’t bet what you’re not afraid to lose.

[elysianfit]

Escape From Mundanity (P. 1)

Larry couldn’t stand how he looked. He was always busy. Yeah, that was his excuse. To be honest, Larry was never attractive. He never pushed himself in the gym. Actually, he never went to the gym. He never played sports. He never did anything remotely active. Larry’s only motivation in life was mediocrity.

He stayed at his office accountant job for nearly forty years and even then he lacked ambition. His wife, Lucille, was about to leave him… couldn’t satisfy her. His entire life was plagued by the ordinary turn of the clock. His marriage was a failure. His two kids, Cassie and Kent, were in high school and hated their old man for some reason - probably teenage angst. Yet he had an idea to turn his life around, albeit absurd in nature.

Recently, there were… developments… at Larry’s company, as is usual for a pharmaceutical company. However, this development, this new drug, was different. Rumor has it that it allowed the person taking the pill to evaporate into dense smoke, a side effect for a drug that aimed to curb diabetes. According to the rumor mill, once the person became thin air, they were able to possess a nearby person.

Larry, both a fetish fanatic (the one interesting thing about him) and a diabetic, signed up for the trial. As a company worker, Larry was privy to all of the necessary information and qualifications the trial sought, and therefore tailored his profile to fit these standards. He breezed through the screenings.

The trial was unique in that it required subjects to go about their daily lives and report back any issues resulting from the pill should they arise. Larry was given two weeks off and planned to have his family go on a short vacation to Bora Bora. No one ever said no to a free trip.

The trip served a dual purpose: it allowed Larry to reconcile his marriage and relationships while allowing him to find a new suitable body. He was never going back to the pale blob he currently occupied. Instead, he’d be lean, toned, tanned, athletic, and hot - everything he always wanted to be but never could. As for his family… well, they were abandoning him anyway. He was simply beating them to the punch.

Landing on the tropical island, Larry was instantly on the prowl for his next life. That’s when he met Matthieu.

Matthieu was his family’s boat guide, a charming French Polynesian hunk who would serve as the family’s trip liaison. He was also Larry’s target.

Matthieu was everything Larry wasn’t. Sure, he was toned, lean, young, hot, tanned, and could play a decent game of soccer, but he was also confident, carefree, extroverted, and flirtatious.

Biding his time, Larry and his family embarked on a small trip to a local tourist cove out by the reef. Unfortunately, Larry feigned exhaustion and beckoned to betaken back to the main village. Matthieu dutifully prepared the boat and ensured that the family was safe by introducing them to another traveling party from the same village. Everything was sailing smoothly. The same could not be said of Matthieu’s trip back with Larry.

As Matthieu guided the boat to the village and farther from the reef, Larry took the first aid kit from the boat’s base and struck Matthieu, knocking the native hunk out cold. Larry took the pill and within five minutes adopted his ghostly fog form once again. Flowing into Matthieu’s body proved to be a breeze as the young charmer remained defenseless against the fog’s entry through his nostrils and mouth. Within seconds, Larry, or Matthieu, rose and continued his journey back to village, alone in the boat. Once back, Matthieu entered his own room at the hotel and proceeded to strip, allowing the old man within the tan Adonis to take in the entirety of his new body in the bathroom mirror.

Matthieu was amazed by his now tan and toned torso, his firm and flexed muscles, his sexy and smoldering face, his full and luscious head of hair. All of it was now his. Matthieu caressed and massaged his whole body as if discovering it for the first time. He traced the ridges his biceps and triceps formed along his arm, admiring his newfound strength. His pressed and tested the firmness of his newly acquired six pack, amazed by how taut his midsection could be. He caressed his face as if molding it into place, shocked by how smooth his skin was and how plump and juicy his lips now were. He ran both hands through his hair, loving how voluminous and natural it felt as each follicle danced across his fingertips. Larry’s plan worked beautifully.

Before departing for Bora Bora, Larry ensured that every part of the trip was planned, including who his family dealt with and what they would do. Nothing would screw up his plan. This meant that Larry forged several documents changing his identity to Matthieu and sending almost all his assets to an account under his new identity. Paying special attention to Matthieu’s mannerisms and clothing allowed Larry to shop for a new set of clothes that fit his new form perfectly.

That night, Matthieu had some fun. Meeting a fancy young broad and an equally attractive hunk, Matthieu took both beautiful people to his room for a night full of sensual pleasure but devoid of sleep. As he pounded the woman, the hunk pounded into him. Sweat and ejaculation mixed among the three godly bodies as pleasure swirled around them. Matthieu groped his own body, tensing his abs and flexing his bulging biceps, losing himself in the heat of passion and pleasure gained from the feelings and sensations of this new form. He was a god among men, now. As the new dawn rose, Matthieu looked out of his window reflecting joyfully at how successful he was both in his plan and in the sack.

Returning to the U.S. was simple and easy. Matthieu was able to prove his residency as a model on work visa and found a place in sunny California, a far cry from the frigid mundanity of Ohio. Using his new business, accounting, and investment acumen accumulated through years of experience and news viewing, Matthieu successfully launched his own wine distribution company out of Napa Valley, granting him notoriety for being the Valley’s most eligible, and most attractive, bachelor. His new life was just beginning, and his old life was never heard from again.

[elysianfit]

SPRING BREAK (1/5)

Trent and Dom finally came back to the room, never looking up from checking out their new assets.

“Looks like you boys faired well,” Steve smirked as he checked out his friends.

“Found this guy by the pool. Something about his blue briefs just did it for me, hehe. But man is this guy roided af!” Trent explained, tracing his beefy fingers up and down the ridges of his forearm veins.

“Man this guy was packing on hard workout. Check out the pump in these biceps, my dude! He was pretty tired too so it was easy to slip in. But fuck I feel so invigorated and powerful. RAHHHH!” Dom flexed for his amigos. “Just gotta fix this tan line but I think a day would take care of that. We’re here for a week anyway.”

“Mmmmm. Yeah, one whole week of gallivanting as these studs. Who needs to get in shape for spring break when people can do it for you, amirite fellas? My guy was walking down the hall and I knew I just had to have him. Stripped him down to these neon briefs and haven’t stopped fooling around since.” Steve said, he checked out his friends. “Why don’t we test these guys out before we... take them out into town?” Steve peered into Dom’s eyes. Dom gulped; he may look like an alpha male, but he was still a sub bottom at heart. Trent smirked reaching for his friends’ pecs and feeling the muscle and power flow through them, resulting in a low growl. This year’s spring break was gonna be one for the books. Now if only the studs left their suite and actually explore town.

[elysianfit]

SPRING BREAK (2/5)

Y’know, students aren’t the only people who get a spring break. Professors often go on vacation with their family, wife/husband and kids sort of thing. That doesn’t really fly with me. I don’t have a family, never have, never will. I’m just so invested in my work at the university’s lab that I don’t have the time. Plus, most women and men I’ve tried to go out with shoot me down. They call me weird and delusional. I get it I’m not a hunky guy or a suave savant, but I’m still a person and I have needs.

I teach Cognition and my latest research deals with the origin of personality. Where in the brain does this quintessential aspect of life and humanity live? Having been a professor at Tower U for ~20 years, I’ve experienced a whole array of personalities in my students. You get the basic archetypes — the extroverted jocks, the introverted and studious nerds, the obnoxious Greek life kids, and even the brilliant suave students. But after so much trial and error, I’ve finally synthesized the origin of personality... and how to weaponize it.

My recent experiment dealt with using EEGs to pinpoint where in the brain a response would come from. I did the experiment on myself with some help from my grad fellow, Mason. The kid was a living Adonis, ripped from years of muscle development in the gym, a face that would cause anyone to swoon, and a mind that rivaled Kahneman. The kid was going places, and I was flattered when he wanted to work under my supervision. I, of course, had a thing for him. Who wouldn’t? But tonight, that all changed.

The EEGs used electrode to monitor brain activity, and are typically noninvasive. I reasoned that an invasive procedure would work much better, and given Mason’s surgical experience as an assistant at the medical school, he performed successfully. The experiment dealt with reactionary tests to various stimuli, sort of like testing emotions. We wanted to see where each emotion came from, and if they results in a similar response, we’d pinpoint that area for study. We did it — in the corpus callossum — but I was stuck. Where do we go from here? Mason suggested lesioning the brain and volunteered, claiming he wanted to experience whatever was going to happen as a curious explorer of the brain. Fucking bullshit.

I lesions his brain at the site but his responses were weird. He was devoid of personality, but also of any reactionary measures. He was still obedient, a little too obedient, and I realized that Mason had become an empty husk, desiring someone to pull the strings and lead the rest of his amazing body throughout life. I could’ve easily put his lesioned area back and allow the brain to do its healing... but I couldn’t give up this opportunity. The man, so young and strong and attractive, had everything going for him. I never did and only fell into academia because that was the only career anyone accepted me into. Mason could be anything he wanted... and I wanted to be Mason.

This was a tricky thing — lesioning one’s own brain and realizing the lack of control I would seize once my personality was no longer attached. I decided to record audio directing Mason’s body (and my own) through the steps of transferring my personality into his body. It was like choreographing a dance. Mason’s muscle memory mimicked his previous practices and procedures so accurately it was as if the man was still whole. Soon he would be...

I woke up with a start... it’s a disorienting experience being in a completely different body so foreign to your own. I was chubby and short, my stomach rolling off the sides of my dress pants like a muffin top. Now I had a street of cobblestone abs making their way down my torso, alongside a shelf of stone hard pecs. My soft, always hot skin leading to perpetual sweat, as if a pig in the summer. My skin wasn’t soft now, but smooth, and outlined the trails of veins and muscles that adorned Mason’s body. My cock, if you could call it that, never peaked out of its shell unless I was seriously bothered, and even then it was only three inches. Turns out body swapping was an erotic experience, and my now nine inch python was begging for stimulation. I got up, adjusting to my new smaller center of gravity and the height differential.

I flexed my muscles. Yeah, my muscles! Fuck.. to feel the power and energy flowing through Mason’s body. I walked to the mirror, and although I had some scarring on my forehead, I admired the beauty of each inch of this body. Fuck, I was finally the god among men I always knew I was to be. I gently stroked my new massive cock, steadily going faster as I groped my own pecs m, moaning with my deep voice and calling my own name. Yeah... I’m Mason... I’m Mason... my hand trailed down my abs, massaging each one as if a treasure to behold, my precious. I licked my biceps and took a deep inhale of my muscles through my armpits. Fuck I was a man. All of these sensations resulted in my first orgasm, all over the mirror, I cleaned myself up, tasting my new cum and relishing in the flavor. This was me now, hahaha! I took a shower to explore further, lathering and massaging each muscle and every inch of skin I had. I stroked my hands through my hair, feeling free and powerful.

I got an email alert on Mason’s phone. Turns out muscle memory and plain memory remained in one’s body, which I retained full access to. Turns out Mason planned on stealing my work after this and wanted the lesion as a way to rid himself of emotive characteristics, in effect becoming a psychopath. Smart move, but I was smarter. The email was a reminder of the trip I — Mason —booked to Cancun for spring break. Guess that’s one way to test out this body. Who says professors can’t enjoy spring break alone?

[elysianfit]

SPRING BREAK (3/5)

These frat boys really thought they could get one over on us faculty members, just because we’re old and don’t have much clout at uni. Well aren’t they gonna be in for a surprise...

Travis, Connor, and Scott all emailed us saying that they needed to skip our last class to make an earlier flight. Not asking. Not requesting. Demanding. Just because Travis’ dad was on the Board of Directors, Connor’s dad had the humanities building named after him, and Scott’s dad was the head coach on the university’s D1 swimming team. The amount of privilege and influence these kids wielded was unseemly at best, disgusting at worst, but Dr. Ramoray, a colleague of mine who had Connor in his Classical Antiquities class, had an ace up his sleeve that would teach the three boys a lesson while rebalancing the power dynamic of the school.

On his latest excavation to Delphi, Ramoray found an ancient pendant thought to belong to Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, but was stolen by Hermes, god of tricks, and charmed. The charm was that whoever wore the necklace could assume the siphon the youth and virility of any person they think of, but for it to last, they must never make eye contact with their stolen visages for seven nights. Hermes later have this pendant to Dionysus, god of festivals and wine and debauchery, who used the pendant to enjoy both sensual and physical pleasures at his hedonistic affairs. The legend goes that the pendant was stolen and used by mortals on Dionysus, an immortal, to reclaim their youth and strength. The pendant was passed down, and after the old gods were replaced with the Abrahamic God, the pendant was thought to be just an artifact with a lively history. Ramoray believed.

He put his plan into action. Each of us booked a trip to Cinque Terre on the Amalfi Coast, a beautifully seasonal Spring Break spot in which to enjoy our forthcoming virility. We each conjured up an image of our loathed, but youthful, adversaries. Ramoray began first and instantly began to glow alongside the silver pendant. Wrinkles faded away. His arched back began to strengthen. Muscles began to form under his robes as his voice grew deeper and younger. Moan escaped his newly plump lips as graying hair replenished into radiant and strong brown locks. His legs began to mold themselves, replacing pale skin with deeply tanned lithe thighs. His fingers began to tingle with strength as they renewed into strong, healthy fists. A visible six pack formed as he came from all the power coursing through him, an orgasmic experience likened only to that of pure ecstasy. Dr. Cassius went next, imbuing his body with the youth of Scott, growing a full beard of trimmed jet black hair. His body similarly underwent a total transformation, becoming another twenty-something Adonis. I went last, cursing Travis under my breath as I stole his power, his youth, his strength, his muscles, his... cock? Oh God was the experience euphoric. My snow white beard became chestnut brown again as my hair grew to become a lion’s mane of revitalized locks. I felt my arms grow with the strength Travis molded swimming for our university. I couldn’t believe his muscles were mine now... rightfully mine!

I looked towards my fellow bros as my transformation subsided, a fresh batch of cum coating the insides of my shorts. Each was checking their new bodies out, eventually venturing to feel uo one another. I joined in on the fun, engaging in the most satisfying and pleasurable threesome. We rented out a boat, enjoying the week on this coastal escape, confident that our three donors would never find us until the week was over.

[elysianfit]

SPRING BREAK (4/5)

The minute we landed in Miami, my best friend Xander rushed out of the airport looking for his Uber. I asked him what his hurry was all about, but all he said was that he wanted to drop all our stuff off and enjoy this week and start our vacation off right.

“Just the two of us” he whispered under his breath. We finally got to our AirBnb right next to a private beach and I began unpacking in my room while Xander went off exploring the neighborhood.

I went downstairs to grab a bite and I saw a muscly twink in nothing but a speedo and socks invested deeply on his phone. I stared at him, mesmerized by the way his biceps and triceps flexed and stretched as he typed furiously. His bubble butt was so inviting and I was drawn to it as a moth to a flame. His package was nothing to laugh about either, and his torso was so sexy. The ridges of his abs were begging for worship while his shredded pecs taunted me as they rose and fell with his breath. He was perfect.

My gaze finally made its way to his face and I couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered. His eyes, still focused on his phone, were distinctively amber, so beautiful and mesmerizing. His short hair cut was so hot, offering some edginess to his admittedly adorable demeanor. He looked up at me and smirked, pressing one final button on his phone before strutting his way towards me. I was caught and stuck, a deer in the headlights of his amber eyes.

“Look down, babe. I think you’ll enjoy the sight.” He whispered into my ear as he grabbed hold of my biceps. Wait... biceps? I shook free of the twink’s grasp and looked down. I was shocked.

I was a Greek sculpture, carefully and lovingly molded by Apollo himself. I was wearing nothing but a virtual loincloth, which hid nothing from the imagination. I twisted and turned, checking out my newly muscled-up bottom and my steel-hard legs. I brought my hands up to my eyes as I saw veins trace their way throughout my forearms into my massive biceps and triceps. My skin fell so soft, so smooth to the touch, feeling like latex on my muscles. As I felt myself up, my hands massaged my rock-hard slab of pecs that flexed with no effort. Ohhh my nipples w-were so s-sensitive... I closed my eyes and began rubbing and massaging my whole body, enjoying the strength and ridges of my new body.

I felt a new pair of hands join mine on their journey of erotic discovery, tracing the peaks and valleys of my torso. All of this pleasure was building up in my loincloth as my newly engorged manhood grew longer and harder than I’ve ever felt it grow. I unknowingly started moaning as the twink’s hands made their way into the cloth and started pumping...

and pumping...

and pumping...

He began nibbling on my neck, leaving the faintest trail of kisses tracing my shoulder blade to my traps up to my earlobe. “I wanted this trip to be one to remember, so I bought this app’s spring break promotion,” the twink whispered as he continued to pump. I was completely immobilized by his rhythmic groping and sultry voice. “I knew we’ve been on and off for years, but I thought this would be a great way to rekindle the romance, stud.” I finally realized. He was Xander.

“X-Xander, I love this p-please don’t sssssstop” I stuttered out as I began to leak into his perfect hands. He chuckled, nuzzling his beautiful face into my neck.

“I’ve known you too long to not know your type. I decided to make you mine too so we got the best out of this experience, honey.”

Finally adjusting to my powerful muscles. I turned around and pinned the twink to the sink, devouring his mouth and feeling up his taut body. God this was euphoric! The rhythm grew more sensual and steamy; with each kiss welcomed a new grips on the ass, on my massive back, on my love-handle-less waist, on my deeply cut abs, on his perfectly proportioned arms, on his soft and plump ass, on his cut and smooth cheeks, through his soft and styled dirty blonde hair. We were in heaven.

We stopped making out and groping one another and looked into one another’s eyes and we just knew... we were gonna bring sex on the beach to a whold new level.

[malebodyswap45]

The Shift Chronicles

(Part 2 of 4)

There are millions of stories to tell about those who were affected by the great shift that shook the world two years ago. Sure, that event brought up tragedy, but also a lot of hope. I have heard the stories of people that were able to prove that love has no boundaries and people that were able to step up on occasion to help thousands of affected. But there are so many more to tell. After a major stop in New York city, I head towards less populated areas of the country. Who knows what I am going to encounter next, in what I call the shift chronicles. 

Max’s Story

My next stop brought me to the American suburbs. Between all the identical houses, which seemed extracted from a dystopian futuristic novel, I encountered Max. He looked like your all-american typical jock. Blue eyes and muscular body. He was having a party at his house and agreed to talk to me for a couple of minutes. 

“What happened to me and my kid was one of the rarest switches out there. I have heard the changes between complete strangers, but a father and son swap, I think that we are the only, or at least is something extremely rare. But I will call this a divine intervention. My son was a complete mess. Honestly, I cannot tell you how many times we fight. He never listened to me. He didn’t care about his grades, he passed his time smoking weed and mingling with weird people. I believe that the switch was an act of God. I was a good parent, but the kid was ruining his life. He rejected all the help that I provided, he would have done something he would regret for the rest of his life. But then this blessing happened. I got Max… myself into college. I have been hitting the gym constantly. Do you look like a drug addict, I turn around all his life… my life”-  He said. 

Of course, I asked Max where his “new father” was as I couldn’t find him in that house. He told me that his kid was right now in a mental institution in order to combat all his addictions and mental problems. This particular case gave me a lot of food for thought. It's true that the original Max was a troublesome kid, but that didn’t mean that he deserved what ended up happening to him. I have the sense that the new Max has taken the necessary steps of removing his former son from the picture. He justified it with religion. Did the great shift happen by divine intervention? or was it something else? There were people arrested after the incident, so definitely there is something else going on. Sadly, those are confidential papers that we will never see released.

Duncan’s story

But honestly, I don’t think that it was in God’s plan, as there was no way that he wanted what happened to the real Duncan. Well, religious people say that God acts in a mysterious way, so it is very difficult for us to understand his plan. As I approached the parish, a young priest approached me. Just reminding the reader that all the names on this paper have been changed in order to protect the identity of the victims. 

From the beginning, Duncan was a bit aggressive. He didn't know exactly how I figured that he had been involved in the great shift. I explained in detail how, but due confidentiality issues I am not going to share them here. I would say that I was taking a big risk talking to him, he was a dangerous man. After he confirmed that I have no microphones, cameras and paid 10K for his story;  He relaxed and told me everything that I wanted. 

“So, I was doing my sentence. 25 years for drug trafficking and another couple of crimes. It doesn’t matter, I would not deny it. I committed everything that you read about me” - In this case he is referring to a couple of highly publicised murders - “But then this miracle happened. One moment, I was inside an isolation room, the next I was lifting weights in this town gym. It was the most arousing moment in my life. I was hot, with a clean state, but most importantly, I was free. Then I learned that the guy was the local priest. Tell me if there is a better cover to run my business” - He said. I did not dig more. How many criminals are out there, pretending to be your teacher, your brother, the local priest. Who knows? Nobody has raised questions regarding Father Duncan legitimacy, I was just able to catch this lead as he made the mistake to contact a friend of his which I was interviewing at the time. But after talking with Duncan, to see how easily he transforms from a tough guy to the most loving priest out there… Well, it is understandable the generalized paranoia that the great shift generated.

Paul’s Story

Having a criminal in the body of a priest was something terrible. Now imagine a terrorist inside the flesh of a soldier. Paul was a heroic American. He served Iraq, Libya and participated in cover operations across the world. He was on a mission when the great shift happened. After returning home, it was his wife who signaled that there was something wrong about Paul. Nobody could ever prove that he was a victim of the switch, but that is why I am here today. 

“So you are asking if I am the real Paul. I can fool Paul’s parents, friends and workers. All of them believe that Claire just was looking for an excuse to get a divorce. But she knew the man that she married. I am not the real Paul. I will not say that I was a terrorist, I really believe that I was protecting my land. Paul and his team stormed my camp, they killed all my friends and they put a bullet on my chest. Those murderous bastards, I was dying on the ground. I was preparing to go and then I was in the flesh of this guy. I thought that I could get my revenge… to use this body to infiltrate and destroy America from within. But I quickly learned something. We are all humans… you are not so different to what I am. That is what  I want… in the future… if possible, to change things from within. Not destroy them, to change them. Convince people that the way that we do war is wrong”

The new Paul is still an active member of the military. He wants to get promoted in order to influence the upper echelons. Hopefully, he is true to his word, but again, I am not sure people will feel confident with someone with Paul’s background in a position of power. That is why I can say that the great shift is one of the greatest tragedies that humanity has experienced. Distrust has become the norm of society. Before, sure, nobody could claim that you knew someone, but now that is an impossibility.

[swappingbryn]

[agginthabag]

Being the Pretty Boy

[dewesker1998]

Mission: Hijack

There was a two particular people in the military named Piel and Bones. Bones started off as a E3 who graduated College with his associate degree and intended to get his Bachelor.

Piel intended to get his degree after serving time in the military. Both would end up in different areas in there basic training. Piel went to 11A and trained for close combat while Bones went to 11C which trained not only to become melee soldiers who specialize in melee combat but were the brain of 11A as far as strategy and weapon distribution was concerned.

Now Bones and Piel go way back, they went to the same school for most of their childhood but didn’t come in contact until High School. They were what you would call rival, Bones was intelligent and had a degree of athleticism, but he was usually the planner on sports team due to his basic understanding of the sport, where as Piel was not all to intelligent to had natural talent, he was highly athletic and possessed natural leadership and charisma. He knew just how to rile the team up and get everyone to lock in to win. Both were as far as people were concerned were an unstoppable duo when they worked together.

Once Basic training was completed they came together in their infantry position under there team commander who separated them in groups. For a time, it was like the good old days in school, but a rumor went out that came to be true about someone retiring and one of the teammates would be elected as infantry.

“So you heard about that rumor about our group leader dropping off, rite, said Bones.

Yea, I wonder who will take his place, said Piel.

Well one of the sergeant spoke to one of us and they already have there candidates, but they much choose only one of them. said another soldier.

Really, how will they elect them, said Bones.

Well, all ten are really good, but strangely enough, it might be down to a vote, said another soldier.

Wow, I wonder who those ten are, there’s like a 100 of us at least in a infantry group, says Bones.

Well it’s also good to note that they also look at candidates that are graduating from there 20 weeks in basically training. said another soldier.

Oh yea, don’t they also have a assistant also, so it’s two people then, says Bones.

A months past since then and they finally decided who those two candidates are and it’s a surprise for everyone.

All right soldier, round up, said one of the soldiers. Come on, hurry up, hur-ry up, said the Sergant sounding like an old western country man.

“”All right, so I’m aware that you received a rumor that you will receive two new leaders because one of our great leaders are moving forward to better things, but as any theater, the show must go on.”

“So, who will be those selected few that will continue to lead this great team to victory and continue the fight for our great nation” said Sergant.

“The two candidates of the infantry group are Piel and Bones”, said Sergant.

And so was the new leaders, but behind the scenes of this there were an unhappy few who were envious of this.

See Piel and Bones were not the only two who joined military from there school and made it in the group after basic training, but there were other two who despite working as a team with them, never really liked them.

The names were Vestis and Tyre, they always hated these two because they were always the favorite on there team, due to this, they were overlooked as leader. Moreover, just the mere presence of them always took the spotlight whether it was because of there skill and looks, which they believed made there lives easy, whereas no matter how hard they kept working and even when sick didn’t miss a day, no praise.

But that is all gonna change for Vestis and Tyre, they had a special talent in the sacred arts which allowed them to do extraordinary things, like turn anyone into a meatsuit that allowed them to not only wear there victims and but become them entirely.

All they needed was to get them alone and they could have them as flesh suits, but they had a plan.

One day, Vestis who is the mastermind, called Piel and Bones to the weapon room claiming that he needed a second count on the weapons cause he thinks there missing some.

So the three went into the room, which was separated from the group who were out training. As soon as they turned there backs, Vestis used a syringe to Bones neck before he could react, while Piel was distracted by the attack on Bones, within a split second, Tyre grabbed Piel in a chokehold and did like manner to him.

When Piel and Bones awoke, they were unable to move due to the muscle relaxer injection that made them unable to move there limbs.

Hello, it’s about time you woke up, said Vestis.

What’s the meaning of this, why have you done to us?, said Bones.

“Yea, about that, I think it’s time for you to retire,”

“And by retire, I mean from life, your days of shining are about to come to an end, but lucky for you, your identity will live on” said Tyre followed by Vestis.

“So if your not gonna kill us, then what, your gonna betray us to the other team or just leave us here until someone comes to check this room and have you kicked out for kidnapping us, said Bones.

No, I have a better idea, said Vestis as he dug into his pocket to pull a knife.

Are you gonna torture us with that, said Piel.

Your suppose to be the smart one, Piel, said Tyre.

“It’s not about hurting you, it about becoming you, so we can take what we worked hard.” says Vestis.

You won’t get away with this, said Bones.

“You always had to be the center of attention, I’m not gonna miss that, said Vestis as he use the magic knife to slash Bones back after turning him over on the floor.

There was no blood, but a dark void emanating from the slash akin to a rift. A void literally waiting to be filled and so it was.

Vestis took off his clothes as he entered that void emanating from Bones. Bones was alert in this process and he was screaming, not because of the pain, he felt nothing, but from the intrusion of Vestis and the inability to move due to the muscle relaxer. Vestis, once he was into Bones body of skin, he began situating himself by inserting himself into the former limbs of Bones. One could see Bones’s body spasming from Vestis fitting process.

Once the limbs were in Bones skin, Vestis tried inserting his cock into Bones cock which was a pretty erotic and funny process like a tiny cock fitting an XL condom, it took a Boner from Vestis to fit Bones cock which wasn’t at full growth. Lastly was the head which went through bones head, he felt the head go through his neck as he was now unified with the body of Bones.

Ahhhh, this feel great, I feel like I never change, “I am Bones” said Vestis.

Alright bro, your turn, said Vestis to Tyre.

The same process was like manner with Tyre after he jumped Piel. They all went about there new military position as Bones and Piel.

(Months later) When not at work, they were enjoying the status at bars even gay bars, apparently a new identity gave them more incentive to explore sexuality.

As for Piel and Bones, they along with Vestis and Tyre still could witness and feel everything they experience but are nothing more than the very skins of there old selves, just the image and not the body.

[elysianfit]

“So is the suit ready?” “Well all the vitals are in check and the muscles are reacting perfectly to the tests. I think you can give it a go.” “Perfect! I can’t wait to show my wife my Halloween costume… ‘Takashi’ is sure to be a hit at the party tonight.” “Sir, before you go, you may want to rethink using the body suit until further tests are made. We’ve had some issues with… hetero-consistency within our models.” “English, Dr. H, please.” “Our hosts have a history of turning their wearers gay, Sir.” “Well I can’t wait now, the party’s in a few hours. It’ll do. I’m sure I’ll be fine.” The elderly white man strips nude and proceeds to put on the muscular frame of the body suit. The Doctor, in his own body suit, helps the elderly man slip into the hulking frame. The old man slips the face mask on his head and proceeds to mold everything into place. Instantly, the man begins to flex his new muscles, young blood coursing through his youthful veins as he feels up his pumped up hard pecs and defined abs. He sniffs his new scent and feels up his rounded biceps and triceps. He feels the giant python lying dormant within his sweatpants, begging for release. Breathing in three large breaths, the old man, now completely one with the Asian host, opens his eyes and spots the Doctor with a newfound sense of lust. “Dr. Hanzo. You’re quite the looker. The Mrs. can wait, I need some loving right now.” The Japanese stud jumps out of his stool and rips the dress shirt off of the Doctor, making out and grinding on the matt. Both pairs of pants fall to the ground as the hunk, fueled by testosterone and newfound erotic strength, picks up the Doctor’s legs and pounds his hole, thrusting harder and harder as the Doctor’s moans grow louder and louder into a song of unabated bliss and pleasure. “Mr. Redlocke, this happens every time but you’re by far my favorite client,” Dr. Hanzo manages to say between moans and grunts from the beefed up stud. Mr. Redlocke, or Takashi for the weekend, was going to be a little late to that Halloween party.

[elysianfit]

I groggily woke up to the sight of my toned body caressing my best friend, Connor’s, body. Wait that wasn’t right. I tried to get up but my hands were tied to the bench, my legs spread out and tied to each of the bench’s legs, but these weren’t my legs. I wasn’t this dark and my legs were certainly not this fatty or bulbous.

“Oh look who woke up. Good morning, Jerry.” My body said, giving that sexy smirk all the girls swoon over. I couldn’t help but realize I was getting hard, if you could even call it that. My new dick went from a measly two inches to barely four. “Oh look he’s excited to see me in my new body. Thanks for the donation. I think it suits me much more than you.” My body said, contorting my face into a glare as he flexed my stolen, toned arms.

“J-Jerry isn’t my name. I’m -“

“Oh right I forgot. Hey, CONNOR, give Jerry a mirror.” He offered me his phone and I gasped in horror. “That’s right, JERRY. You’re the pathetic fat gay nerd and I’m Asher Romelli, the sexy soccer star, and known bisexual.” He says as he grabs Connor and starts to make out with him. I was disgusted but this body was responding so much to the sight of the two toned teens groping one another.

“W-wait. Where am I?” I heard a voice mutter next to me. I turn and see Dante McPheerson, the black Comp Sci major widen his eyes at the sight of the jocks playing rougher.

“Hey look, babe. Dante woke up. Guess what, nerd, this is my body now.” The new Connor gloated as he crossed his arms. Neither of us could move as our old bodies began to get friskier, stroking one another with the hottest faces imaginable plastered onto our old facades. I wanted to cry but my new body was getting so worked up by the sexy sight in front of my eyes. I came without warning and a wave of exhaustion came over. Jerry suddenly stopped and looked at me with a devilish grin.

“Wow, we didn’t even have to touch you. Guess what, bitch. We’re locked in now. No more going back to that ugly piece of shit body. I’m a new man.” Jerry triumphantly proclaimed in my body, caressing each of my stolen muscles. “Oh and because were locked in, you can’t even try and say we switched. It’s impossible. Hahahahaha.” Asher proceeded to give Dante’s old body a lap dance, kissing different spots on his bony black body. The new Connor giggled and strutted over, flexing his new pecs and stroking his new, longer cock. The new Dante came within one minute.

“Guess what babe, we’re here for the long haul.” Connor celebrated, making out with my body. I couldn’t bare to see my hard earned body acting like this anymore, no matter how hot or sexy the view was. I blacked out, accepting my new life at the bottom of the social hierarchy.

[elysianfit]

When George sent me a snap, I expected a simple “Streak” message. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Jorge, the Peruvian exchange student, in the pic with the message “Wanna?” At that second I realized two things - George trapped Jorge, and he offered him to me on a silver platter.

During our first year in university, George realized he had weird powers. Something about his mom being from the Salem line. His two most mastered powers? Hypnosis and body swapping. George and I would do this every now and then. He’d hypnotize our target, swap bodies, and then hypnotize the target again so that he believed he was always in that body. It was full proof… and incredibly kinky. I discovered George in the middle of a swap with the president of Delta Iota Kappa our first year. Ever since then, I’ve been his partner in crime. It’s how we’ve managed to stay 20 years young for 20 years.

To scout future bodies more efficiently, George and I swap with various department heads. This time he was the Linguistics Chair and I became the Finance Chair. Jorge was in my class and my god was he the perfect package. Smart, athletic, sexy, charismatic, BISEXUAL. Mind you getting with literally anyone he wants is a plus, especially when I could get anyBODY with Jorge’s facade. The kid was also definitely set for life with his skill set and background. I guess I’m going to be him this semester, or maybe for the next couple of years. I’ve never experienced being in my mid twenties, so I may as well start with a hot body and s bright future.

I snapped George back with a short caption: “Por supuesto, mi amor.”