Body Swaps

[shootingstarwritings]

Day 30: Pecs

Luca’s day started off fine. His manager, a middle-aged woman named Tabitha, was off running some kinda extra difficult errand so Luca was pretty much free to screw around the store and check out some of the magical items Tabitha had out for display so long as nobody came by and disturbed him. Unfortunately, a little bit after lunch, his day became a whole lot more complicated when a hot guy with an ugly expression came barreling into the store with a chest that would put a barrel to shame.

“I tried possessing my older brother’s body!” The customer said, flexing his impressive arms. He was a few years older than Luca and quite the stud as well. Honestly if it wasn't for his foul attitude Luca would've flirted with him a bit. "Are you listening to me?" the customer snapped. Luca blinked assured the customer he was hanging on every word. "Idiot," he muttered. "It worked, but now I got the asshole in my head complaining and begging me to get out. It’s driving me up the fucking wall! How am I supposed to jerk off with someone watching me 24/7?”

Luca nodded and told the customer, “I don’t have a lot of experience resolving and altering spells, that’s more my manager’s area. Lemme just send her a message and…” The moment Luca pulled out his phone, the guy began losing it.

“I am a loyal customer of this store and I demand to be treated with the respect I deserve!” he shouted, going on and on about the various issues he’s been having the past few days while Luca sent Tabitha a quick message, then another. Then another. He didn't blowing up her mind, she blew his up just as often if not more.

Eventually, he received a reply. “Just one sec, my manager just got back to me,” Luca rolled his eyes as he unlocked his phone and guffawed as saw the behemoth of a message Tabitha had left him.

“Hi hi,” it read, “sorry for the wait but I’m not gonna be back until tomorrow, probably! ;P Don’t worry, I got a couple spells scrolled up in my desk drawer. Use however many you need to get rid of this guy. If he keeps causing a scene then he’s gonna hurt my business which means we gotta hurt him. Do whatever you want to the prick shy of killing him. I’ll take care of the collateral later. Hugs and kisses! Burn my store down and your ass is fired and gonna be on fire. Ciao! XD” The rest of the text was full of a truly mind-boggling amount of emojis. If Luca didn’t know any better, he’d suspect it was some kind of secret cipher.

But Tabitha is too impatient for that kinda stuff, he thought. She’d need a higher dosage to do that. Even witches suffered from ADHD, who knew?

“‘cuse me, but we’re burning daylight over here,” the customer cried out again, arms folded over his impressive, barrel-chest. “Do you have dyslexia or something?! Is she gonna fix this or what? I’m complaining for two over here!”

In all honesty Luca just wanted to tell the prick to fuck off and talk a long walk down a short pier, but he quickly reconsidered. Tabitha had essentially given him a magical blank check to do whatever he wanted (within the limits of her prepared spells). Grinning, Lucas told the man, “One second, sir. My boss left a few things that might be the key to fixing your little problem!” he said, flashing the guy his most award-winning customer-service smile.

The customer rolled his eyes but finally quieted down. Finally able to hear himself think, Luca walked to the back of the store and pulled the drawer Tabitha had told him to look through whenever a client had a lot of cash or a lot of attitude. “Let’s see… Merge-jerker, body-swapping buns, Mindjack-ing Off… man, she’s perverted as hell, and unoriginal…” He knew Tabitha had a thing for dominating people use spells like these, but this was something else entirely. He was beginning to think she might need an intervention, but frankly that could wait until later. Right now, Luca had several powerful spells to take advantage of and a day off tomorrow.

Luca held up the small slip of paper and focused on the hunky and irate customer, who was tapping his foot impatiently, before him. “Harumph…! Mindjack…!” Luca bellowed out, his voice—amplified by the power of the spell—echoing off the walls of the near-empty store.

All the customer was able to do was utter, “The fuck—” before the mist emerging from the slip of paper engulfed his head. He convulsed on the spot, letting out pained groans before the mist finally dissipated. He stared ahead blankly, vision unfocused, with a dopey and slack-jawed smile on his face.

Luca let out a sigh of relief and took in the silence. He hadn’t realized just how much his head had been pounding. But now, he could finally hear himself think. “Customers really are just subhuman,” he muttered to himself. Then, after a few seconds of bliss, Luca walked around the counter and reached out to grope the perky pecs before him.

It was just as soft as he expected it to be.

Ohhh, the way that the lax muscle filled his entire hand, like a pillow made of firm clouds. It was like a stress ball, but far warmer and more fun to squeeze.

The customer let out a low moan of pleasure, but he kept staring ahead without a thought behind his eyes. Good, thought Luca as he buried his face onto the beefcake’s chest and began breathing deeply. He wasn’t wearing any deodorant or cologne or anything, so Luca was getting the entire natural scent from this man. It wasn’t particularly strong, but the faint musk and sweat got Luca going. He even started rubbing his hard-on against the customer’s thigh. Love my men thick as hell and dumb as brick. Ohhh…

Luca moaned into these wonderful flesh pillows. Pecs really were God’s gift to mankind. It also felt as though Luca had reached the gates of Heaven.

Of course Luca wasn’t done having fun just yet. No, he wanted to have a lovely, long and sexy time. Tabitha had approved for his PTO hours tomorrow, after all. “I’m not a bad looker, but I’m not enough of a narcissist to play around with myself all day tomorrow,” he told the drooling fool of a victim. “I seriously wouldn’t mind borrowing your bro’s body for tomorrow. You’re cool with that, right?” Luca reached out and gripped the fool’s chin and forced him to nod. “Great! Nice to know you’re in agreement.”

And with that, Luca began casting the incantation with the spell tag in his fingers. He finished it by tearing the paper apart and activating the spell. Almost immediately, it felt as though Luca’s very essence was being torn apart at the seams. No, not quite. It was as though he was an open faucet as his soul was flowing out in a torrent of water. He moaned all his physical sensations waned only to come surging back with a violent intensity that he almost felt like he was knocked over. In place of Luca’s much smaller weight was strength and power unlike anything he had ever experienced before.

“Ohh-hoho-ooooh, fuck!” were the first words—sounds?—out of his new, deeper voice. “Ohhh, shit! It worked.” Before he had even properly settled down, Luca rubbed his hardening crotch against the store’s counter while squeezing each pec with his new, more rugged hands. “Ehehe… nice…” he said out-loud as he began fondling just about every part of his new body. “Oh, shit!” He gawked in shock as he bounced his pecs. Once, twice. Oh my god, they moved so much he could’ve sworn he could hear the boing! sound effect playing in the background.

Slam!

Luca flinched as he saw his own body collapse onto the ground and start convulsing, as though it was going through a seizure. Shit, am I having a heart attack? No, that makes no sense. A twig like me? Then, some kinda side effect of the spell? Hmm…

He really should’ve been more concerned about seeing his own body possibly die before these eyes he had just stolen, but it was hard to care when all that was inside was some asshole and his jack-off brother.

Brother…

“Oh, that might be why.” The bodyswap spell was meant to be used between two people, two minds, and two souls only. But if the two brothers were occupying the same body, they were likely both sent into Luca’s old body. “So, it’s possible… the two souls were merged together,” said Luca, bumping his fist with his open palm as he arrived at the conclusion. For a brief moment, he felt like the detective of some mystery novel announcing the true culprit and not a man fondling himself while someone had a seizure on the floor before him. Reality hit Luca for a split second as he realized the situation he was in, and—still erect and soaking the shorts his new body had been wearing—he walked over to the front and flipped the sign at the front so it read ‘CLOSED.’

There we go, much better, he thought, nodding to himself in satisfaction. He was certain his boss wouldn’t mind if he closed up early. He figured he deserved it after the stellar customer service he had been providing today.

“Groaaahh…” Ah, so his own body was still alive. It looks like it hasn’t swallowed its own tongue in the process. Good thing, too. Luca wouldn’t have minded staying in this body forever, but he didn't want his way back to normal to be gone forever.

“Hey, you’re still under my control, right?”

Luca’s old body stirred. His eyes snapped open and he instantly sat up. He looked up at Luca and smiled before nodding enthusiastically.

Luca smirked. With two hairy, thick digits, he cupped his old body’s face and said, “Give me all the details of this body I’m in. Write it all down so I can impersonate you properly. Then, go home and enjoy your day off. I think we’ve both earned it.”

Luca’s old body nodded and began searched for paper, but before he got very far, Luca had another command. “Actually, one sec.” He cupped this body's chest and shivered as he felt another sensual thrill travel down his spine. "Do me a favor and service this new body of mine. You like these pecs, don'tcha?"

He took to the command immediately. Was it because he was in Luca's body now or was it simply the effect of the spell on his fried brain? Luca wasn't sure but he didn't care too much a this point. He just let his much slimmer body flip his shirt up and start groping these thick pecs he possessed. "Ohhh, fuck yeah, man!" Luca moaned out. If massaging his own chest was euphoric then this was borderline obscene. Each touch and caress felt like a mini-orgasm. Luca could've sworn he was seeing white as his old body went to town on his chest. "K-Keep going…! Y-Yeah, yeah, right there!"

He nearly came on the spot as his old body began licking those nipples. The hot breath and the moist tongue felt even better than fucking the toys in his apartment.

"Do I make you feel good, master?" his old body asked, eyes brimming with the need to be validated.

Luca grinned and wrapped both hands around his old's body head and slammed him back onto his chest. "Did I tell you stop?" he said, laughing as his cock fully hardened as he forced his old body to keep working those nips. "Nrgh! Ahhh! FUCK! KEEP GOING!" Luca roared, one massive hand holding onto the back of his old head while another went down to start pumping his borrowed cock. The pleasure kept growing, and soon he couldn't even control himself. He forced his old body to his knees and slammed his thick cock inside. "Fuck, yeah! TAKE IT! TAKE IT!" he kept roaring, forcing his old body to deep-throat his cock.

Luca was over the moon. Soon the pressure grew to be too much. This manly as fuck body and all the hormones coursing through it brought him to the brink. One hand tweaking a nipple, he cried out, "TAKE MY FUCKING LOAD!" and slammed his dick as far back into his old throat before painting it while with his sticky loads of cum.

Tears were streaming down his old body, but he swallowed it all eagerly all the same. Once the high died down, Luca cupped his old body's cheeks and brought him in for a quick peck on the lips. "Good job, there," he said, grinning. "Actually, let's get back to your place. I think we got a good thing going on here."

It ended up being a good day after all.

Thank you all for joining me in this momentous occasion. I didn't expect to ever finish these but I am glad I did. I understand they weren't worth the wait but it brings me such immense relief to close this chapter of my career. Thank you all for reading, and I'll see you again soon to wrap up the rest of Nathan's story at a later point.

[bradpastry24]

Sweet Revenge

There was a man named Alex, he was very intelligent and creative, he was bisexual but was more liking toward guys.

One day there was this man named Kane who was a boyfriend of Alex until he deceived him and rob him financially. From that day on he antagonized him by further ruin his reputation by sending pictures that were confidential and spread rumors about him, continuing to damage his career.

Now Alex had a boyfriend named Lewis, he was understanding person. Their relationship started online but as they grew comfortable with one another, they desired to meet in person and they did and became a couple from then on.

Lewis also had another ability that he rarely used, which allowed him to take control of anyone body through possession. He told Alex one day, but he didn’t believe him until he used it on Alex by flexing his muscles and playing with his cock to get him off, of course he only went as far as Alex allowed with the possession, it was like a spiritual bond experience being in the same body and skin, almost erotic.

Now Kane, seeing how Alex moved on wasn’t content with the damage he did to him, but went even further to hire crooks to torture him further by vandalizing property and false accusations that nearly ruined his career.

One day, Lewis got fed up with Kane cruelty and decided to get revenge for Alex. So he lured Kane to a certain spot and pretended to aid him, but when Kane let his guard down, Lewis used his skills in fighting to pin him down and used his power to phase into him, thus controlling him.

To make things more interesting, he pretended to be Kane and call off his crook and made him look at fault for damaging Alex reputation. He then got nude in bed as Kane

Kane how you get in my house, says Alex, your not supposed to be here.

Man, it’s me Lewis, your boyfriend, says Lewis, I’m just possessing him.

Why would u possess Kane, says Alex.

To get revenge and end it once and for all, says Lewis, he will never bother you again.

Also, I thought you might want to have a little revenge sex, says Lewis. He’s a pretty big guy and he has so much top experience, I thought you might want to see how he bottom and sucks cock.

So they begin making out and getting out of their clothes, they then went towards the bed where Alex pushed Kane (Lewis) on his back. He then climbed on top of him kissing again and proceeded to turn him over and spread his thick hairy cheeks and started eating him out. After a while he pulled out his cock and thrusted in his anal hole going in and out his tight warm hole. It was so tight and warm that his cock twitched with desire for release and Kane’s body also desired release from thrust also. Both held as long as they could until the euphoria was overwhelming and Kane(Lewis) released on the bed and Alex into Kane’s hole where he filled him so good.

In the end, revenge is sweet.

[mr2swap]

I thought I had won the lottery when I woke up on the other side of the world in a huge room that I did not know in a city that I had never visited, but the most shocking thing was the new body I was in and how sensitive I had become.

He was no longer the boring "Huan Yue" the single 45-year-old man who worked as a science teacher at the village high school. The big change gave me a second chance at life and I don't plan on wasting it by becoming another boring teacher, with how hot I am now I might even be a supermodel.

I found an identification card in a wallet that was still next to my new bed -chad Thompson?, 24 years old, state of Florida...- an appropriate name for my new "me" it was strange to know that that voice and that typical accent of the Americans now left my lips.

As soon as I found out about my new name and everything that happened to the world because of the big change, I stood in front of the mirror to look at myself, I was tall, my body was fit, it almost seemed that this guy had spent hours working out in the gym alone for me.

-Enjoy diabetes and back pain… Huan Yue- I whispered caressing the new tattoo on my neck.

Maybe my mother was right when she enrolled me in those English classes when I was a teenager, right now they would be very useful to me, thanks to this language I could live my new life in the USA without any problem maybe I could even fool my friends and family.

the apartment was silent, I assumed he lived alone so I explored the apartment but first I had to explore my new body.

I stood in front of the mirror with my legs apart and began to pass my hands through my hard, long, and hairy legs, I took my hands without taking my hands off my skin through my two huge American balls and towards my erect cock that curved a little to the right.

-Chad… you had very good luck - I remembered my old and wrinkled cock that I had yesterday, it was tiny and full of white gray hairs protruding from my hairy and old balls, it was really pathetic if I compare it with the huge snake that now it rises between my massive thighs.

But the real thrill began when I reached my hands higher, caressed the hard and perfect muscles that rose on my abdomen, and placed the palm of my hands on my fleshy pectorals and an unknown and hot sensation took over my mind -该死！- I lost my mind from the moment my hands began to play with the fleshy tits that were now in my hands, with my calloused fingers from all the hours in the gym I pinched my nipples and my moans resembled those of some primate in heat began to be heard throughout the department.

I couldn't stop myself even when my cock expelled its hot, stinky cum onto the mirror staining my reflection, I just couldn't stop. -How… do you live like this Chad?-

I still don't know why I did it but I knelt in front of the mirror and started licking the thick semen from bottom to top looking at myself all the time, looking at my new blue eyes. Is all this the fault of the big change? Or did Chad used to do this kind of embarrassing thing with his nipples? or… was it just me? Although I didn't care, the only thing on my mind as I looked at my chafed nipples in the mirror was: -Where will Chad keep the clothespins? -

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[amaxbodyswap]

Swapped bodies with my hot dentist… and fuck, I’m throbbing already.

I came in for a routine root canal check-up, already half-hard just from the thought of those tight green scrubs stretched across his broad chest. The second I sat in that chair, my cock betrayed me—pushing obscenely against my pants. His eyes dropped right to the bulge. He smirked for half a second… then blink.

Now I’m him.

I’m staring at myself—no, at his reflection—in the mirror of his own office, wearing his fitted green scrubs. The thin fabric clings to my new, muscular arms and chest, the V-neck dipping low enough to show a hint of collarbone and chest hair. The pants are snug around my thick thighs, the material soft and slightly worn from a long day of work. And these black nitrile gloves… fuck. They’re still warm from his hands, tight around my fingers, shiny, slightly sticky. The medical smell mixed with his natural musk is driving me insane.

My cock is rock-hard inside his underwear, leaking like a faucet. I can feel the warm, slippery precum soaking through the front, making the fabric cling to my swollen head. The scent is getting stronger—raw, horny, masculine. Every shift on this rolling stool makes the wet patch rub against me, teasing me more.

I’m so fucking horny in these scrubs. The gloves make everything feel filthier. I squeeze my bulge through the green pants with one gloved hand, the smooth, slick material gliding over the throbbing outline. The other gloved hand slides under the scrub top, pinching a nipple while I grind slowly against my palm. The rubbery texture, the way the gloves snap tight against my skin… it’s pure kink. I’m keeping them on. No way I’m taking these off.

I need to rub one out right here in his office—stroke this thick, borrowed cock with gloved hands while still wearing his scrubs. I can already imagine the wet sounds, the way the black gloves will look wrapped around my shaft, shiny with precum.

After I blow a massive load into these soaked underwear, I’m firing up Grindr as him. New profile pic in these exact scrubs and gloves. Someone’s getting railed by a dentist tonight—scrubs still on, gloves never coming off.

See you later, fuckers. This body swap just got way too hot.

[repossesseddesires]

Body Switch Tourism

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Body Switch Tourism

Body swapping tourism is a freaking marvel. Some companies came up with the idea after considering the risks and complications of traveling abroad (or even within) your home country – things like passports, a new language, the cost of airfare and all its extra charges, accommodation, and so on. They designed a new form of tourism that eliminated all those barriers and allowed you to practically travel to the other side of the world in the blink of an eye if you wanted. And how? Simple. By swapping your consciousness!

Someone there rented out their body so you could inhabit it. Sometimes they also wanted to go on vacation, making it a win-win situation. Others just wanted to relax or earn a few extra bucks. They stayed in your body, you in theirs, and everyone was happy. You learned the language in just about five minutes while your body acclimated, you already had a place to stay, and you only had money on hand that you had previously "registered" to spend, avoiding misunderstandings regarding the original owner of your new body. Wasn't it fantastic?

Even so, body swapping always has its... challenges. Sometimes the bodies available in the area you want aren't always what you'd expect, in terms of gender, build, or even age.

My friends and I wanted to go sightseeing somewhere in South America, somewhere with good beaches, sun, good music, food, and the best that summer could offer. Brazil was a great option; the beaches of Rio de Janeiro were legendary. The only problem was the language, so... we took the only bodies they had available.

— Gretchen, stop touching yourself there – Candy murmured as we walked through the city, using an incredibly feminine tone in such a... masculine body.

— Sorry! Okay? Turns out having this... thing! Isn't as easy as I imagined. It gets hard just from moving between my thighs! What am I supposed to do? – A huge guy in a tight blue t-shirt that accentuated his biceps, making them look bigger, white shorts, and thick thighs that made him look big and muscular, was just acting in a squeaky voice, swaying his hips while trying not to touch himself too much.

— I know it's complicated, but don't you think it's worth it?

— Easy for you to say. You were already inside a guy when you went to Orlando.

I didn't like to talk about it too much. I had ended up inside a guy, yes, but... Let's just say the experience wasn't quite as... satisfying as I had imagined. I mean, going from being a college girl to a huge, smelly guy with clothes lying around the room that reeked of sweat and testosterone. It wasn't my dream vacation, much less when I found out everything my new "tenant" was doing to my body, and the only thing I could do to calm myself down was shove those smelly socks in my mouth and sniff them like crazy for almost a day.

Another downside of body swapping when you're traveling is that many of the... habits of the body you inhabit are imprinted on it. Phrases the original owner used to say, memories, skills, vices, bad habits. It's like a hormonal bomb going off. I could only watch as Gretchen "discreetly" sniffed her new armpit, panting and trying to hide the tent that was forming inside her pants.

— Ladies. Are we going to keep complaining or are we going to enjoy this vacation like never before in our lives? – I tried to stay strong, although the look on my two best friends' faces was somewhat... enigmatic – Is something wrong?

— No... Nothing, just keep talking.

It turned out that the three bodies they had rented were more than just friends who wanted to go on vacation to New York. They were a couple.

So, the hormones of the swap, testosterone, and that stinky musk lodged in their armpits, plus being close to each other, didn't seem likely to end well, to say the least.

— Why don't we go to the hotel? – Candy said, still trying to keep the tent in his pants from being too obvious. She felt his areolas rubbing so uncomfortably (and fucking deliciously) against the fabric of his t-shirt, driving her crazy – I think I'm tired of walking.

— Are you sure? We just got here, we have to explore the city and-

— Shit, yes, we're sure.

Her former best friends now seemed to see her as a piece of meat they couldn't resist getting their hands on, with that enormous bulge peeking out from his tight shorts, the biceps showing through his green t-shirt, those huge pecs she now possessed.

They'd even come up with a more... fun way to play with the moment. Perfect for pulling out the outfit they had packed in their suitcase; they thought it would be best to wear it out to a bar or something.

Damn. I think the perfect time was now, just in time for her beloved and esteemed friend to be on her knees attending to her newfound masculine needs.

It was going to be an intense vacation.

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[guyinthegreycloak]

Frat Bros Meet Pride

(A requested story)

In the public restroom, I was taking a leak in a urinal. A straight frat bro went to my left to take a leak too. Out of nowhere he flips out, "Did you look at my dick?" He demanded to know in a panic.

"No. I always keep to myself? Just maybe you should do the same." The frat bro's face goes red. He stormed out without even washing his hands.

Then in the middle of the night at 1:00 AM, I was abducted from my college dorm room. Tied up and my mouth covered. I awoke to Frat bros doing some sort of hazing ritual.

The frat leader walked in and declared my reason for being here, "I am Simon the wizard and tonight my fellow straight bros, you will be tested against the mental might of a single gay man's pride. Our newest and definingly straight frat member Clay will do the honors of trying to overpower his will within his own body."

Clay walked in, "Don't worry, Simon. He's no match for my masculinity and and my mind to body connection."

The wizard Simon just threw my consciousness, my soul into Clay's body. I looked down and said, "fuck, this twunk is ripped." And I felt the new package harden...

Clay himself felt great rage against me, "This is my body! Get out, I'm better than this gay guy!!!"

The wizard Simon gave some advice, "True pride is not thinking you're better or about arrogance. It's about self certainty in your own capabilities."

And I responded using Clay's voice, "I think I'm feeling pretty capable." I just relaxed and moved my body, while Clay's mind sunk like quicksand into a sleepy coma.

Simon smiled and flirted, "yeah, indeed you are pretty and nearly one of us. We are all gays in possession of super straight men. Clay needed his straight body filled with a gay spirit like yourself. Welcome to the club, Clay!" He winked at me, and my heart skipped a beat.

Later, Simon asked me out on a date. I said "Yes, I would love to fu- I mean go on a date with you!"

"Since you're so horny, Clay... let me show something the frat did last week. But promise to save yourself for me later. Here..."

Simon explained, "This was the last possession ritual before yours. We called him Bubble Butt Brian when he started moaning by our obsessive touching of his ass. It was a virgin straight ass until that day."

I covered my dick. It was fully hard, but haven't the time to see it in it's full glory yet. I pulled my jeans away from my waist and it must be around 7 inches and 6 inches of pure girth...

Simon watched me, "Remember no jacking off. I want to be your first sexy experience in your new life." He licked his lips and grabbed ahold on my dick and added pressure to his grip. "Just hold on until after we eat. Fucking while hungry could reduce pleasure. Now, let's go do our date in the arcade."

I saw him having fun, but secretly I think he was trying to turn me on at every turn by acting promiscuous in regards to showing off his body to me. He looked at me with an enchanted aura in his eyes, "How do I look? Hot enough to ride a different bike?" He laughed in a quiet manner.

We had a awesome date. Did everything we wanted until we got back to the frat house. And while we were still in the car...

He put curtains around the windows. He kissed me. Putting his hand down my jeans and used the other to put the seat all the way back. Breathtaking and breathless soon after. He rode my new dick for the first time. Right after which, I rode his 9 inch dick, in which moments my heart was his prisoner and him, my warden.

We announced to the frat of our decision to become a couple. But we still have to pretend to be our straight hosts as to not arouse suspicion. They're giving me training on how to be Clay the Frat bro.

1 week later.

Simon instructing me, "Say what we taught you."

"Dude. What the fuck. Get off my dick. I'm not about that, bro!"

Simon looked proud, "You're ready. Help the frat with our next straight frat bro when the time arrives." We finally went on another date night out, and man did I look like a catch- Maybe a little gay, but pink is just a color, not a sexuality. (Fun fact. In the early 20th century, blue was originally for girls, and pink for boys. But cultural changes happened)

Ready for my date with Simon. He says I need to loosen up and just have fun. Can't help but be gay and a perfectionist. People are starting to ask questions because I keep checking out Simon in public. He likes to punish me during sexy time for my incompetence.

And the cycle will continue... a straight frat bro becoming possessed by a stray gay.

[guyinthegreycloak]

Mirror like Door to Soul

I was washing my hands, and looked into the mirror. And instantly saw my own body from inside the mirror, checking out my dick.

"Woah, nice dick! I was a bit of average dick power bottom in my last body before it got stolen. I was checking out my butt gains in the mirror, and whoever it was who took my body, was impressed by it. That was 3 years ago. He's probably like 23 now. Maybe I should pound my old bubble butt. Teach him about my new dick... anyways, good luck! I have plans for my new body, thanks for this."

He gestured to my dick, and went out the door. Many came into the bathroom, but none piqued my interest. It's impossible to tell dick size unless the whip it out, and that's too rare, and those people aren't pretty.

I waited a long unknown period of time. The mirror was even transplanted into a nearby gym at some point. Trying to be patient. One year later and he showed up. I hesitated. But before he went out the door, he pulled down his pants just enough to look at his own glutes. Man, he was so vain. But it was kinda hot. I switched with him. Putting him in the mirror.

"Sorry. I was a victim too. Good luck in choosing your next body. Bye." I wasted no time. Out the door I went.

Luckily as soon as I got to his house using Google maps. He had home address saved... I checked myself out. And I was packing serious heat in my briefs. Ohhh. No way. It's bigger than my old one. Especially, the girth. What an upgrade. I took a nap after jacking off and spewing cum upwards to my face. After the nap, I got access to this body's memories... he was a gay man on the down low pretending to be straight. All the sports stuff is just an act for him. And my name is now Joshua Drakes. A versatile sex machine, looking for a boyfriend.

Only a few days later. I scored myself a stunning man. We flip fuck nonstop. Our sex drives are almost always in sync.

Then he told me, "You've been bad... Enjoying a body that weren't born in. No. Don't worry. I'm just a gay prince of hell. I invented the mirror as an experiment. And I love the result. This body's straight but my presence is turning him gay in the passenger seat... Round 2?"

I replied, "Know what? Fuck yeah. Let's go again. Still interested in being boyfriends?" I asked. He started thrusting into my tight hole.

"Of course, I'll be inside this hunk for the duration of our relationship. However long you want me, is however long I'm willing to remain."

We pulled each other closer as the thrusting continued until we got tired. Cuddling in bed. Our futures burnt into bliss.

My name is Joshua Drakes. And this is my new life, getting railed by a beautiful demon boyfriend with lava hot ropes of cum. But not too hot, don't worry.

[ftlbriefs]

[ladofadad]

“Just please try saying it once again Kieren,” Kieren’s dad said with his head bowed down in his now 18 year old hands in disappointment.

Kieren and his dad Hank had just swapped bodies. Hank was convinced it was caused by Kieren saying the words “I wish I had a body like yours,” after losing an underwear wrestling match to him in the living room.

Hank wasn’t completely wrong, but Kieren knew it was saying what he did in combination with the wising tag he had burned in his room a few minutes before. The tag would only work once after being burned, so Kieren knew that no matter how many more times he wished for them to swap, they would not swap back. He played dumb and kept repeating the phrase at his father’s behest. His plan to steal Hank’s muscular fatherly body was going off without a hitch.

From the look on his face, Kieren knew that Hank had given up on the phrase swapping them back. He had had each of them say it at least twenty times.

“Maybe it was the wrestling match that triggered the body swap,” suggested Kieren as innocently as possible, finding himself turned on by his new middle aged voice.

“I suppose it could have been,” said Hank sounding a bit hopeful as he got into position to have a rematch.

Kieren used his superior strength in his new body to pin his dad in all sorts of positions. He could no longer suppress his new body’s need to have an erection.

“Eww!” Shouted Hank while in a backwards headlock, “That’s my own body’s penis you’re pressing against me!”

“Sorry dad,” said Kieren. “Though by the looks of it, you’re enjoying our little wrestling match too..” he alluded to Hank’s 18 year old boner sticking slightly out of his tighty whities.

“What the hell?!” Yelled Hank, looking down at his new privates. “You will not talk to me like that. Now let go of me and we’ll figure out this body swap business tomorrow.” He blushed and stormed out of the room with his teenage boner leaking on the way out.

Kieren wasted no time going over to the living room mirror and sitting down and masturbating to the sight of his dad’s naked body, and thoughts of their repeated wrestling matches

[guyinthegreycloak]

The King's Body Draft

Ever since our king discovered a way to swap into younger bodies, he's being putting all the realm's best men into a list of candidate bodies. The unlucky winner became the King's new vessel while the host body's soul is forced into either his last vessel or someone else depending on the situation.

This year, I was drafted for letting myself get too sexy I guess. Now, the more I try to act like a fool, the more attention I got. Once I made eye contact with the King's current vessel, he smirked after checking what I was packing 😏, "This is the one! Get him ready."

I ran far and fast, but after opening the doors, the King's guards pushed me back inside, strapped me down as I begged to not be his chosen body. "Please choose someone else. My dick isn't even the best. It's only like 7 inches, come on man! "

His brought his face down to my own and made some sinister comments, "Know your worth and your girth. Your body is fit for a king. Any last requests before you get transfered?"

"I don't know. Let me choose my new body or I wouldn't mind extra time before losing my-"

"Stop that" the King said. "I am in charge. You get no say unless I say you do. I was thinking like sex with a special someone. But I digress. As for a new body, you'll have to settle for this 32 year old hunk. It's still attractive, but no longer in its prime like you are. If you want a new body of your choosing, then you'll have to do something for me."

"What do you want?" I asked.

"To test the body from the outside, so I know how others will see me."

"Fine, you might be a creep, but the body is decent i suppose..."

He made sure that the sex was rough after that. I bottomed despite my large package. I thought I got lucky when he passed out during it, that I made a run for it, but I felt like I was being watched. It was then I knew. "Please don't do this, sire. We can talk about this-"

My dick got hard. And my voice said, "it's time for you to leave" as my body approached the King's former vessel and entered my thick 7 inch dick into it's bubble butt. I fought so hard to stay put, but his highness has had too much practice taking new bodies.

I blacked out for a minute.

I awoke to a painful rod launched up my ass. I looked behind. It was me. It used to be me. "I hate you." I said to him. And he took it too hard as he thrusted in with no mercy. Moaning, I continued to beg to not be left in this body for too long. He said no words, and left his chambers with me in it.

I stood up and went to a bathroom mirror to get a good look at the new me. "I really hate you for picking me, you greedy thief! This body better be worth losing 10 years of my life, not that you gave me any choice!" I spat onto the mirror and made a video of myself massaging the King's old body in a goofy manner that I am forced to inherit. He'll probably punish me for this, but so be it.

[forthegaze123]

The last shimmer of reality-warping app's energy settled into the new Jake's heavily tattooed, rippling muscles. Standing behind the real Jake in their bedroom, he ground his rock-hard body against him, one strong inked hand splayed across the original's massive pec, fingers digging into the firm flesh and twisting a sensitive nipple. The other hand boldly palmed the growing bulge in Jake's white briefs, squeezing the thick shaft through the thin material with firm strokes.

"Oh fuck yeah, Jake," the transformed Sarah moaned in a voice exactly like his lover's, lips brushing the back of his neck. "I'm you now, baby. Feel how my big dick is already throbbing against your ass? Mmm, we look so goddamn hot like this."

Jake's breath hitched, a groan escaping as he leaned back into the embrace despite the initial creep-out.

"Babe... Sarah... this is insane, your hands on me like this... shit, it's my own body but it feels so fucking good," he panted, hips bucking slightly into the groping palm as sweat beaded on their skin.

His duplicate chuckled low and dirty, the sound vibrating through their identical chests as he slid his hand inside the briefs to wrap around the hot, veiny cock, stroking it slowly from base to leaking tip. Precum smeared over his tattooed fingers while he rutted his own massive erection against Jake's ass crack through their clothes.

"That's it, moan for me – for us," he whispered hotly, nipping at the earlobe. "Your cock is so thick and hard in my hand, just like mine. Want me to jerk us both off together?"

Jake whimpered, "Arghhhhh fuck yes... keep going, don't stop," his body trembling with conflicting arousal and the bizarre thrill of being fondled by his perfect twin self.

The new Jake pumped faster, thumb circling the swollen head, drawing out more slick fluid as their heavy balls pressed close. Moans filled the room with "Mmmph... yeah, like that," as hands explored the carved abs and tattooed skin, bodies heating up with sweat and lust.

Turning the original Jake around to face him, the duplicate captured his mouth in a hungry kiss, tongues battling fiercely as identical muscular arms wrapped around each other tightly. Their huge cocks rubbed together through the briefs, grinding hard with wet sounds of fabric and precum.

"God, kissing 'myself' is so fucking dirty and hot," the transformed one groaned between kisses, hands roaming down to squeeze both asses firmly, pulling them closer. Jake kissed back harder, hands exploring the mirror image of his own body, feeling the same firm muscles and intricate tattoos under his palms.

"This is so wrong but I can't stop... your – my – mouth feels amazing," he gasped, breaking for air with a loud moan. They humped against each other urgently, cocks leaking profusely, staining the white fabric dark with sticky fluid. Fingers traced identical nipple piercings and dragon tattoos snaking over pecs, every touch sending jolts of pleasure through their shared form and making them groan louder.

Pushing Jake back onto the bed, the new Jake yanked down the briefs to free the throbbing monster cock, watching it slap heavily against the chiseled abs with a wet smack. He dropped to his knees between the spread legs, inhaling the musky scent before licking a long stripe up the shaft, sucking the balls into his mouth with wet slurps and pops.

"Taste so fucking good, like always. But now, using this mouth and tongue, it's delicious," he murmured, then engulfed the cockhead in his hot mouth, bobbing deep with gagging sounds and throat bulges.

"Oh shhhiittt, Sarah... suck my cock harder, yeah like that – unghgghhhhhh!" Jake arched off the bed. His hands tangled in the duplicate's hair, hips thrusting up into the eager throat forcefully. The transformed Jake stroked his own leaking dick in rhythm, moaning around the thick meat filling his mouth, vibrations adding to the ecstasy. Precum and spit dripped everywhere as they lost themselves in the filthy pleasure of identical bodies pleasuring each other wildly.

Their bodies glistened with sweat under the bedroom lights, the air thick with grunts and slurping noises as the duplicate deepthroated with expert hunger, one hand fingering Jake's tight hole teasingly with slick digits.

"Mmmmm, gonna fuck this ass soon with our my... well, your big cock," he pulled off to gasp, winked. Strings of saliva still connecting his lips to the pulsing shaft. Jake pulled him up for another sloppy kiss, their cocks slapping together wetly and messily. "Do it... I need to feel you inside me, filling me up," he begged breathlessly, legs wrapping around the strong waist pulling him in.

The new Jake grinned wickedly, lining up his dripping cockhead against the entrance, pushing in slowly with a shared groan of "Fuuuuck..." as the tight heat enveloped him inch by inch. They moved together in perfect sync, bodies slapping loudly, moans growing louder and more desperate.

The transformation's thrill pushing them deeper into endless, vulgar ecstasy without end. In mere moments, the line between them dissolves into haze, and no one can tell which Jake is the real one anymore.

[hauntedestheart]

Debra's Day Off (FxM Body Swap)

A story for... Mother's Day? No incest, sorry to disappoint.

Part 1:

From the outside, Debra Mitchell's life was a fairy tale. A successful husband, three beautiful children, a big house in a gated community- it was the kind of life that so many women dreamed about.

But from the inside, her "ever after" was far from happy.

The husband? Debra had never really loved Paul, and the man was rarely around anyways. The children? A trio of brats who took up all of her time when they were young then abandoned her once they got older. The house? Big, empty, and a bitch to clean. On top of that, living in a gated community away from the city meant she had nowhere to go and only got to interact with the most insipid kind of woman... stay-at-home-moms.

And the worst part was that she’d become one of them.

The true story was that Debra had been a wild young girl with big dreams she’d been forced to cast aside after getting pregnant in high school- abortion wasn't legal in her state. Paul Mitchell was an unremarkable young man from homeroom she'd only slept with out of boredom, but to his credit, he stepped up to take care of her and the baby and had even worked his way into becoming a successful lawyer.

And then he'd moved Debra to the nicest neighborhood he could find and abandoned his wife to the home and the children while he spent all of his time at work, with little regard for how that would make her feel. After all, Debra didn't have to work, the house was paid off, the three kids were healthy, the kitchen had a special closet just for wine... theoretically, the woman should want for nothing.

But to her, it felt like want was all she ever got to do.

She was forever mourning the excitement of her youth that had been stolen from her, something no amount of money or free time could ever buy back. She missed being carefree, beautiful, and full of energy... and most of all, she missed sex beyond the boring missionary position she was forced to endure from her husband on the rare nights he wasn't at the office.

Her life was boring, no passion, no spice, nothing to break up the endless monotony of her days.

Well, almost.

"Oh I'm just so excited," Ruth exclaimed. "I think you're really gonna get a kick out of this one!"

Ruth Hernandez was Debra's neighbor, a short Filipino woman who had decided that because the two of them lived next door to each other, she and Debra should be best friends. Debra personally found the woman annoying as all-get-out (cloying and naïve) BUT she was one of the few people in the community who never judged Debra for her bad attitude, so she at least tolerated her neighbor's company. Anything was better than boredom, even being pestered from time to time.

Ruth's family had moved next door about five years ago- Ruthie, her husband Marco, and their two kids (who Debra avoided like the plague). Said husband was an engineer for some big tech company, so Ruth was always dragging Debra over to the Fernandez home to show her some "incredible" new piece of tech that inevitably wound up being underwhelming.

But today's invention, Ruth promised, would be much different.

"Here it is!" Ruth beamed as she gestured towards a round globe on a table. About the size and of a beach ball, the orb was constructed of an opaque silver plastic with gold-tinted circuitry dotting the surface– a tablet was plugged into it, and there were two black indentations on opposite sides of the device.

It looked like a disco ball someone had kicked in.

"Wow Ruth, it's, uh..." Debra wracked her brain to come up with a compliment but came up empty, so she just gave up and sighed. "What the hell is this supposed to be Ruth?"

"We aren't supposed to tell anyone outside of the family but I was just bursting at the seams, I had to share this secret with someone!" Ruth squealed, and Debra winced at the noise. "This machine can switch people's minds!"

Oh no, Debra thought to herself. Ruth's finally lost it.

"I should get going," she said, making sure not to turn her back on Ruth as she scooted towards the door. "Austin might be home from school and uh, you know..."

"You don't believe me," Ruth pouted for a moment, but then shook it off. "It sounds cuckoo but it's true! The whole family tried it out last night and it's such a hoot."

"Oh, well, if it was a hoot, then that changes things!"

"I'll show you!" Ruth ran over to Debra and grabbed her hand, tugging her over to the machine. "Let's try it out, then you'll see what a genius my husband is."

Debra stared at the machine, glowing silver ball that it was, and then up at the painfully cheerful smile on Ruth's face as she beamed at Debra. With a sigh, Debra set her wine glass down and put her hand on the machine, just to humor her neighbor.

Maybe it'll fry my brain, she mused hopefully.

But then the damned thing worked.

Suddenly Debra was staring at herself across the room and it was lik looking in a mirror to find her reflection had gone rogue- only when she caught sight of her actual reflection, she had knee-jerk reaction at the sight of Ruth's face before realizing wait, now it was her face. Her old body was squealing like an idiot and chattering on about something, but Debra did what she did best and tuned out Ruth's background noise as she took in the impossibility of the situation.

Although the two women were of a similar height and build, Ruthie was a pretty woman with skin tanner than Debra could ever dream of achieving, and from the inside, further differences in their bodies became obvious- Ruth's body had more energy, more flexibility, and the constant threat of a low-grade migraine didn't seem to plague her. Shit, if Debra felt like this all the time, maybe she wouldn't be so crabby.

"Oh my gosh Debra, being you is so strange!" Ruth exclaimed- for reasons known only to her, the woman was moving her hands around in front of her like she was an astronaut drifting through space. She made a wrong movement and winced, reaching down to rub at her side. "I keep telling you, you've really gotta join me for yoga one of these days! I can feel how blocked your chakras are"

"Sure Ruth," Debra brushed her neighbor off like she did every time the woman brought it up- although after feeling the effects firsthand, she had to admit that Ruth had a point. Twisting her arms behind her just to feel them stretch, Debra glanced down at her chest and snorted. "Shit, it's not fair how perky your tits are."

"Oh Debra, you're such a wildcard!" Ruth giggled, and then she contorted Debra's face into an unfamiliar expression- a grin. "Listen, I thought that we could play a little trick on our families! One of those pranks the kids are always going on about. You pretend to be me, and I'll go over to your house and pretend to be you."

Debra resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "And what exactly would that accomplish?"

"I just think they'd get a kick out of it when we tell them what we did!" Ruth smiled big and wide, which looked strange with Debra's usually stern face, and Debra blinked in surprise. When was the last time she had seen herself look that happy?

Perhaps some time on the other side of the picket fence might do her some good.

"Alright," Debra assented. "It's a deal."

Part 2:

Debra was STILL bored out of her mind.

Ruth had departed in excitement shortly after the swap, eager to "immerse" herself in Debra's life, leaving the real Debra alone to slowly confront the fact the swap hadn't really changed anything; she was still a middle-aged housewife stuck in the suburbs, just one door down and a little darker now.

Basically, there was fuck-all to do in Ruth's house. Her eldest son Conrad ("my little Conman" Ruth called him) was allegedly home from college, but Debra had seen no trace of him thus far, leaving her alone to rifle through all of the drawers in Ruth's bedroom (nothing juicy other than some frilly lingerie), flip through her DVD collection (so many boring feelgood films), and take her bra off just for the hell of it (really, it was unfair how much nicer Ruth's tits were).

That comprised all of her ideas to make the situation interesting, so she was halfway through a bottle of her old faithful (wine) when something interesting did walk into the room... Conrad Hernandez.

The young man flashed his "mother" a sunny smile and breezed past her towards the fridge, completely oblivious to the way the woman was openly gaping at the sight of what a handsome stud he was.

Holy shit, Ruth's son is a smoke show, Debra thought to herself in disbelief.

In her dim recollections of the few times she'd met Conrad when he was younger, Debra remembered him as a skinny, unremarkable thing, but apparently his time away at college had done him well, his clothes tight in a way that suggested he'd been growing a lot recently and his wardrobe hadn't quite caught up with the muscle that now packed his short frame. He looked more like a porn star than the boy-next-door, and when he bent over to pick something up off the bottom shelf of the fridge and his big fat ass hung there in the air Debra-

Look, perhaps it was inappropriate to lust after her neighbor's son while she was in the body of his mother, but damn it! Debra was practically in heat at the sight of all that man. Neither Ruth nor Debra's husbands were really much to look at, unlike Conrad, who had a LOT to look at, especially in the front when he turned around and Debra's eyes zeroed in on the impressive bulge at the front of his shorts.

"Uh, mom?" Conrad asked, the muscles in his arms flexing unintentionally as he poured himself a cup of juice. "What are you looking at?"

Belatedly, Debra realized that she had been openly ogling, so she tore her eyes away from Conrad's crotch and tried to look him in the eyes, but her eyes got stuck in the middle of him when she caught sight of his pecs- good lord, the things were practically bursting out of his top.

Nice racks run in the family... Debra mused, eyeing the way his nipples poked through his shirt.

"Are you alright mama?" Asked Conrad, and the genuine in concern in his voice made Debra roll her eyes- Ruth's family really was sickening. "You aren't smiling today. Did something happen?"

Irritated at the cloying display, Debra snapped. "What was that young man? I don't need an excuse to be unhappy. You have no idea how hard it is to be a housewife and a mother you ungrateful little–"

Debra paused. Of course he had no idea what it was like. Conrad was just a hot young thing with no worries, no responsibilities, a beautiful body, and his whole life ahead of him.

A wicked idea occurred to her– perhaps this wasn't exactly what Debra had had in mind when she'd wished for a break, but when a golden skinned opportunity presented itself, she wasn't going to turn away.

"Actually, something did happen Conrad," she said, her sullen glare overpowering the natural sweetness of Ruthie's face. "I know you're a big shot college man now, but do you think that gives you the right to eat us out of house and home when you come for a visit?"

Confused, Conrad glanced down at the single cup of juice in his hands and sheepishly set it down on the counter. "Oh, uh, sorry? I can–"

"And you're just going to leave that cup on the counter? Without even using a coaster?" Debra crossed her arms and glared at her fake son. "I suppose you expect me to clean up after you too too, like I'm some kind of maid."

"What?" Conrad gaped, unsure how to handle this bizarre outburst from his mother. "Mama, I–"

"And now you're talking back me!" Debra shouted- it wasn't difficult for her to reach into her well of bitterness to make the performance convincing. Rising to her feet, she slammed both of her hands down on the table, smiling internally when the strapping young man jumped in response. "That's it, I'm giving you a punishment young man."

Conrad looked confused. "Mom, I'm twenty-four years old, you can't ground me."

"Well as long as you're under this roof, you follow my rules!" Debra reached over and grabbed Conrad by the ear like he was a little boy. "You're coming with me young man."

Stacked as he was with muscle, Conrad could easily have pulled away from her, but like a good son he meekly followed along with the woman he thought was his mother as she dragged him into the other room and deposited him in front of the body swapping machine she and Ruth had used earlier.

"Hand on the machine," she commanded, but Conrad, recognizing the machine, kept his hands by his sides.

"Dad's body swapping thing? You can't be serious," Conrad deadpanned. "Is this one of those pranks you heard about? You gotta stop watching those TikTok videos mama."

"Oh I'm deadly serious young man, I think a little bit of time in my shoes is just what you need to fix your bad behavior." A flimsy excuse, but Debra didn't have to convince him that she was in the right- she just had to convince him that she was his mother. "Listen to your mother."

She put both hands pointedly on the machine, and Conrad, good son that he was, did the same. In a flash, the two were staring at each other from the other side.

Even before she made a single movement, Debra could tell that being Conrad was going to be good; becoming a young, strong man was an instant rush unlike anything the woman had experienced. Even just standing there breathing, the way her powerful chest swelled up as she breathed made her feel invincible and he wanted nothing more than to run her hands all over this tight skin to get more familiar with the sexy body she'd stolen... but with the real Conrad right there, she just barely managed to restrain herself.

"Oh my god... I'm my own mom!" Conrad grabbed at his chest but then seemed to realize that those were his mom's boobs he was touching and he dropped them in disgust. "This is so weird."

"I'll say..." Debra muttered as she shifted her legs, feeling an unfamiliar weight nestled between thick thighs- she suppressed the urge to grin and slipped back on the facade of a disapproving mother. "We're going to stay like this until you've learned your lesson!"

"But mama, you know all my friends from school are coming over for the pool party in half an hour," Conrad protested.

A pool party? With college kids? Debra grinned- this was turning out better than she'd hoped. "Why don't you make us some snacks then?"

Part 3:

Ruth had a tendency to go on and on about her kids so Debra had long ago learned to tune her out, but maybe she would have paid a bit more attention if she'd known that one of her neighbor’s spawn was an absolute stud.

She’d wasted no time excusing herself from the kitchen and retreating to Conrad’s room (bounding up the stairs two at a time on strong legs) where, safe behind a closed door, Debra could drop the facade of being the boy’s mother and reveal her true intentions… among other things. After decades of unsatisfying sex with her bland husband, Debra was all-too-eager to get some time alone with a more desirable male form- if she had to be in it for that to happen, then so be it.

There was a convenient mirror in the corner of the room and Debra stepped in front of it, taking a moment to study the reflection of her borrowed form. Conrad had a sweet face with big eyes, a round nose, and short black hair; his skin was a delicious caramel brown and had the tight, wrinkle free softness that Debra’s had lost long ago. Out of curiosity, Debra tested a smile, watching as the boy in the mirror beamed at her.

“Hi there Mrs. Mitchell!” She called in Conrad’s warm tenor, and she waved at herself, batting Conrad’s eyelashes in a parody of boy-next-door innocence. “It’s me, Conrad! I was just wondering if you wanted me to do a little show for you!”

And with that, Debra lifted Conrad’s arms into a double bicep pose and gawked at the size of the things- like his mother, he was on the shorter side (maybe 5’6’’ if Debra had to guess) but it worked in his favor because the proportions made his bulging muscles look massive. His chest in particular jutted out further than Debra had ever seen on a man, so she brought both of his hands up to cradle them, groaning as she kneaded the perky handfuls of muscles through his shirt.

Why the hell am I still wearing a shirt? Debra wondered, and she locked eyes with Conrad in the mirror, staring at him as she slowly, sensually, stripped his top off to reveal a pair of fat pecs with perky nipples and a six-pack to die for.

Running her hands over his abs, Debra thought back to her own husband- he was a good man, but he hadn’t been all that much to begin with and over the years he’d really let himself go, so to feel this young flesh beneath her fingers was intoxicating. More than intoxicating, it was arousing, and Conrad’s body was starting to have some opinions on the new management.

It was Debra’s first time having a penis, but she was pretty sure she was getting a boner- she couldn’t think of any other explanation for why the front of Conrad’s pants were feeling so tight all of the sudden. The bulge in the front was starting to look rather uncomfortable, and responsible body borrower that Debra was, she figured it was time to set the poor thing free.

A moment later she was bare naked and staring at the nicest dick she’s ever seen in real life. That it would be better than her husband’s was no question, but even in her wildest fantasies she didn’t dare dream about something this much better! At half-mast, Conrad’s penis was a thick brown thing that hung low to the floor, uncircumcised with two heavy balls hanging beneath it; even the slightest touch of it made Debra shiver, the sensitive nerves of the boy’s cock awakening feelings in her that she didn’t even know she’d ever had.

God, Debra hadn’t felt this free and uninhibited since she was a kid! We weight was lifted off of her thanks to Conrad's strong shoulders. The woman stared down at her hot young male body, past those pretty pecs and amazing abs, and cackled with glee as she bounced his fat cock around between her legs.

The door flew open and Conrad stuck his head in.

"Mom, my friends are–" he froze when he saw what she was doing. "Mom! Gross! Don't look at my naked body like that!"

"I gave birth to you son," Debra lied, putting both hands on her borrowed hips and angling her crotch forwards vindictively. “It's nothing I haven't seen before."

Conrad averted his eyes, his face burning at the sight of his own cock hanging out like that. "Just– just put something on before you head downstairs, okay?"

Conrad exited looking traumatized and Debra turned her attention to Conrad’s closet, shifting through his options until she found the perfect outfit– a barely there pair of bright yellow swim shorts that made his ass look padded and his bulge look indecent. No shirt, of course, and as Debra admired the muscled young stud in the mirror, she saw her crotch jump as her new cock twitched in its fabric prison.

Soon, she thought, giving it a friendly pat.

Conrad Chan’s body was her ticket to her orgasm, and one of those kids out there was going to help her find it.

Part 4:

It’d been ages since Debra had been to a pool party- most of the houses in their community had pools, including hers. Why would she bother going to swim at someone else’s? And not that she ever swam either, her bikini body days long behind her.

But for the past few hours, Debra had been having fun in the sun. As she let Conrad’s powerful body propel her through the water, she thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad if you were in the right shape for it. The shape in this case was a Filipino stud with a killer body, and as she pushed herself up out of the pool and felt the water cascading down her body, dripping from her pecs onto her abs, and lifted her giant arm to shake the water out of her perfect hair, Debra felt like a god.

Some of Conrad’s college friends (there were like twelve of them and so Debra didn’t bother to learn their names) jeered at him semi-ironically, and Debra flashed a smile and turned her back to them, putting two fingers beneath Conrad’s ample ass cheeks and bouncing his behind mischievously. It was a co-ed group of kids, but boys and girls alike had all been ogling Conrad’s body all afternoon, so Debra was basking in the attention. Who could blame them? Conrad’s posse were a good looking group of kids, but Conrad was clearly the hottest.

Still, despite having a body built for sin, Debra got the vibe that Conrad wasn’t screwing any of these people, which seemed like a waste to her. What was the point of being young and hot if you weren’t going to screw around? Granted, when she’d done it it had led to her getting pregnant and destroying her life, but that wasn’t a problem for her right now. Right now, the only problem was figuring out which of the party goers she wanted to screw.

One of Conrad’s friends, a light skinned black boy named Julien with a pretty face and a promising bulge in the front of his trunks, lingered a bit too long on the sight of Conrad’s ass long after everyone else had looked away, and it wasn’t just a friendly gaze. Debra's heart pounded– how long had it been since someone had looked at her like that? With desire, want in their eyes. It was intoxicating.

To hell with subtlety.

“Dicks, huh?” She said as she plopped herself down next to Julien, putting one hand on her crotch and grabbing as much of it as she could. “So hard to manage. You look like you might have a nice one.”

Julien choked on his drink.

Part 6:

From his place of exile in the kitchen, Conrad seethed with anger as he watched through the window his mom cavorting about in the sun with his friends. Where the hell had this come from anyways? His mom was usually so sweet and understanding! Maybe not the brightest woman, but certainly never one to be so... vindictive.

Or shameless, Conrad thought as he watched his mom flex his biceps for one of his friends to feel. Damn, he looked fucking good, and he wasn't even the one who got to take advantage of it!

A knock at the side door to the kitchen shook him out of his thoughts, and he peeked out the door to see their weird neighbor Debra waiting outside with a huge smile on her face.

"Hello there neighbor!" The woman chirped. "I just came over to borrow a cup of sugar, if you don't mind."

"Oh, uh, sure," Conrad wanted to tell her to get lost, but he didn't want to accidentally cause drama between his mom and her friend, so he stepped back and she came skipping into the room like she owned the place.

Conrad had barely seen their neighbor since his teen days but from the few encounters they'd had, he'd always gotten the impression that she was a sad, angry, anti-social woman, and maybe that was unfair of him because the woman in front of him seemed to be radiating happiness.

Unsure of what his mother would say to their neighbor, he decided to keep it generic. "How are you doing Debra?

"Oh, you know, the same as always," Debra winked at him like they shared a secret. "Ruth. I'm just the same old Debra, and you're the same old Ruth!"

"Uh-huh." The woman's enthusiasm for seemingly nothing made Conrad uncomfortable, and he wanted to get her out of here as soon as possible so he could get back to keeping an eye on his body. "You said you needed sugar, right? Let me get that for you so you can get back home."

"Back home?" At that, Debra burst out laughing, so hard she had to lean over and place her hands on Conrad's shoulders. "Oh, this is just too much Debra! I'm still buzzing that we did this!"

Conrad stepped back, confused. "Wait, why are you calling me Debra?"

"It's just the two of us, you can drop the act now," Debra sucked in a few breaths to collect herself and smiled at Conrad. "I tell you Debra, this switch has been so much fun! No one at your house suspects a thing! And how are things over here? I hope my little Conman hasn't been too much of a handful."

"Little Conman..." That was his mom's nickname for him. Why would Debra...? Did she say switch? The wheels in Conrad's mind turned as he processed this information, then the answer struck him. "Wait, MOM? Is that you in there? It's me, Conrad!"

"Conrad?" Ruth did a double take as she scrutinized her own body, then her eyes widened- a mother knows. "Conrad! My little Conman! What's going on?"

"What do YOU mean what's going on?" Conrad burst out. "What the hell- I mean, what are you doing in Debra's body?"

"We swapped this morning so we could play a prank on everyone!" Ruth exclaimed. "What are you doing in my body?!"

"You-" Conrad corrected himself. "I mean she made me swap with you this morning as punishment for something! She has been in my body all day!" Images from throughout the day came flashing back to the young man, with one in particular burning a hole in his memory. "Oh god, she was looking at my dick!"

"She was WHAT?!" That got Ruth's attention, and the woman was now about as angry as her sunny disposition would allow her to be. "Oh that vile woman! Where is she now?

Mother and son rushed to the window and frantically scanned the backyard by the pool, eyes picking through the gaggle of college kids, his but his body was nowhere to be found.

Both of them froze.

"Oh no," they said in unison.

Part 7:

Ruth had been so excited about renovating her little pool house into a “guest house,” but in reality, the place was little more than a bedroom… still, Debra thought as she shoved Julien onto the bed, that’s all we need.

Debra turned around for a moment to lock the door behind them, and when she turned back, Julien had already wiggled his way out of his swim trunks and was lying there naked- she drank in the sight of his brown, muscled body and beautiful cock, and she could barely believe that this was real and he was here for her. It was like a scene from one of those “horny housewife screws her son’s sexy black friend” videos she didn’t even bother hiding that she watched, except with one big difference that was currently fighting its way out of her shorts.

Debra tugged the skimpy yellow fabric down and freed the beast, Conrad’s huge cock instantly rising up to tap hello to his abs, and Julien’s eyes lit up with lust; THAT was maybe the sexiest thing for Debra. It was the ultimate fantasy that she’d never thought to dream up- not just hooking up with a young stud, but being one too.

She hurled herself on top of him and their bodies blended together and became a smorgasbord; she didn’t know whose muscles she was groping, Julien’s or Conrad’s, but she didn’t give a fuck because everything felt so amazing. The woman could barely conceal her hunger as she tried to make up for lost time, but luckily, she didn’t have to, because Julien seemed just into it as well.

"Fuck you're so hot," Julien breathed out, both of his hands full of Conrad’s fat pecs.

“And that’s just the front,” Debra teased, making her chest jump. “Wanna check out the back?”

Julien didn’t need to be asked twice.

One of the young man's hands made its way down to Debra's backside and he spanked it, hard, then buried his fingers deep into the plush flesh of one of Conrad's bubbly ass cheeks and kneaded it like dough. Debra threw her head back and moaned, a masculine groan that only got deeper when Julien worked his way down to Conrad's thick neck and sucked in at his pulsepoint.

Lost in ecstasy, it took Debra a moment to register what strange pressure between the hills of Conrad's cheeks was- one of Julien's fingers teased at the young man's tight (presumably virgin) hole, slowly teasing it open, and Debra saw stars when the first digit slipped in. Lord, it had been ages since her husband had fingered her, and even then, he wasn't nearly as skilled as this youngster was. Granted Julien did have a much easier job fingering an asshole instead of a vagina, but she couldn’t deny the boy displayed expert precision as he worked his fingers in one by one, twirling them around and stretching his partner wider and wider as he prepared for the main event, which Debra now felt tapping against her hole.

Having learned her lesson about unprotected sex long ago, Debra pulled herself together long enough to grab one of the condoms she'd stashed in the pool house earlier and toss it to Julien- belatedly, she realized that an unexpected pregnancy wasn't possible when she had a cock and balls bouncing between her legs, but Julien didn't seem at all annoyed as he rolled the rubber down his shaft, and he was back on Debra a moment later.

Then he was in her.

For a while when she'd been in Conrad's room, having a blast bouncing his giant dick around, she'd been very tempted to see what it would be like to get to fuck someone with it, but in the end, her old yearning had won out- she'd been waiting so long to get fucked by a real man, and as she felt Julien’s cock slipping into Conrad’s hole, she knew she'd made the right choice.

Conrad's beefy ass had a wonderful recoil and the way those firm cheeks shook as they slapped into Julien's hips as he pounded away made her feel invincible, which was a damn good thing because Julien was really going to town. Debra could tell from the ferocity with which the boy was panting that he’d been just as hungry to fuck Conrad as she’d been to get fucked period, so she was glad she could make both of their dreams come true.

She could feel Conrad’s heavy cock swinging between her legs, tapping her torso like a metronome keeping time with Julien’s thrusts, so hard it almost hurt, and it gave a little spurt of something when Julien hit Conrad’s prostate; Debra turned and sank her teeth into one of the thick biceps holding her up, biting into the muscle as she muffled a scream of pleasure.

They continued fucking like that for a few minutes, the train Julien ran on Conrad’s ass driving Debra closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately craved, until suddenly, the tempo of Julien’s thrusts faltered for a moment.

“Did you hear something?” he whispered, stopping with his dick half in/half out of Conrad’s asshole. “I think I heard someone yelling outside.”

Shit, Debra thought. “You didn’t hear anything, you just fucked me so hard you’re hallucinating. Keep going, I’m almost there!”

She pressed her hips back, trying to get Julien’s full length back inside in the hopes that he’d get back to work, but the boy was clearly spooked and pulled out all the way. Undeterred, she turned around and shoved him, using her big strong body to force him into a sitting position on the bed, his dick still sticking straight up invitingly. He seemed confused, which was ridiculous to Debra- what was there to be confused about it?

“Look at me, look at this body,” she flexed both of Conrad’s arms, two huge biceps rising up, then she waved her hips side to side and made the pillar of Conrad’s cock sway. “Be a good boy and finish what you started.”

Julien licked his lips as he looked Conrad’s body up and down, but the boy still seemed reluctant, so Debra made the choice for him- it figured that even when she was a man, she still had to do all the work.

She lowered herself down onto Julien’s cock without a hint of gentleness, and the boy spat out a curse as he felt his entire length be enveloped by Conrad’s pillowy cheeks in one fell swoop. With the help of Conrad’s powerful thighs, Debra began to piston his body up and down; Julien’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as his hot jock friend started bouncing in his dick like a porn star.

"Please, I need this," Debra panted

Someone was pounding at the door, but Debra didn't care. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, glistening with sweat as she pushed her stolen body further and further, every one of Conrad’s muscles straining to match the desires of the hungry woman who controlled them. The pounding at the door was getting louder, and people were yelling, and through the haze of endorphins Julien looked panicked, but Debra didn’t care about him; she grabbed onto his shoulders and held him in place. The boy was nothing more than a living dildo for her at that point as she used his dick to hammer at Conrad’s prostate, each hit bringing her closer and closer to the thing she craved, the thing she needed, the thing she-

Unlike a female orgasm, which came in waves and left aftershocks, the male orgasm hit Debra like a volcano, an explosion of pleasure radiating from Conrad’s penis that was so sudden and intense it caused Debra to roar so loud she was sure Conrad’s deep voice would be heard throughout the whole neighborhood. Head thrown back in ecstasy, Debra savored every ounce of that wonderful feeling as Conrad’s dick pulsed, shooting out blast after blast of cum until the two brown skinned boys were splattered with white, and only when Conrad’s balls were emptied of every last drop did Debra peel herself off of Julien’s cock and collapse onto the bed next to him.

The door burst open as Ruth and the real Conrad rushed into the room in a panic; Julien, reeling from what had just happened and confused by the sudden appearance of two middle aged women, yelled and sprung out of bed. At the sight of his male friend naked, covered in cum, and still very hard, the real Conrad began to shriek at the top of his mother’s lungs, while his real mother tried to restrain him, and Julien awkwardly tried to cover up his dick with his hands and yelled for someone to explain things. People peeked in the door, chattering, trying to see what all the fuss was about.

But Debra didn’t hear any of that- her mind was miles away from the suburbs, floating on the afterglow of the best fuck of her life. She tucked Conrad’s arms behind her head and tried to savor the feeling of the boy’s toned muscles beneath her- it would definitely be the last time Ruth invited her over to mess around with the body swapping machine for sure.

Everyone began yelling at once but Debra tuned them out and instead focused on the feeling of the tight young body she was inhabiting, committing to memory the sensation of being a muscular young man. Even as everyone chastised her, she couldn't bring herself to regret it.

If the lonely housewife only ever got one day to live as a hot young man, she was glad she got to do it… with a bang.

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story

I was lying in bed scrolling through Grindr with one hand, the other resting on my stomach. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan. It was a Thursday night and I wasn’t expecting much — just killing time before I passed out.

I swiped past a few generic torso shots and blank profiles when a new face popped up. My thumb froze mid-air.

Ryan Callahan. Coach Ryan. My high school swimming coach. For four years I had shamelessly tried to get his attention. I used to “accidentally” flex every time I climbed out of the pool and knew he was watching. I’d linger in the locker room with my towel slung low, joking around with the other guys while making sure he got a good look. I was still deep in the closet back then, so I played it off as regular jock shit. But he never took the bait. Never even gave me a second glance that I could tell.

Now here he was. Less than three miles away. Active twenty minutes ago.

Now forty years old, he had a beard with streaks of gray, short hair going silver at the temples, and the same heavy, hairy chest I used to stare at every day in high school. He was shirtless in the bathroom mirror selfie. His shoulders and pecs still looked solid, the dark hair across his chest even thicker than I remembered. The profile listed him at 5'11", 205 lbs, and looking for “fun, no strings.”

My heart started beating harder. I let out a slow breath and tapped the message button.

Before I could even type anything, the typing bubble appeared.

“Fuck dude you’re super cute.”

Two pictures followed right after. The first was a close-up of his cock, thick and heavy, hanging soft but already filling out. The second showed the same dick gripped in his hand, now mostly hard, head flushed dark. A thick vein ran along the top. His hand looked big around it.

I was practically salivating.

“Damn, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that,” I replied.

He didn’t waste any time.

“Looking to get off tonight. You down?” He said.

“I have work in the morning but fuck it. Send me the address.” I responded.

Twenty minutes later I stood outside his apartment door on the third floor of a quiet building a couple towns over. My heart was pounding hard. I knocked twice.

The door opened.

Ryan stood there shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. His chest and stomach were covered in dark hair mixed with gray. His shoulders and arms still carried the muscle from years of coaching and lifting. He looked at me with heavy, hungry eyes and stepped aside.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as I walked in.

He closed the door, turned to the kitchen counter, and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me. I took a sip. The burn went straight down.

Ryan didn’t speak. He stepped closer, set his glass down, and reached for my shirt. His thick fingers undid the top three buttons smoothly. Then he leaned in, pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, and started kissing me there. His beard scratched against my skin. One hand slid under the back of my shirt, rough and warm as it moved up my spine.

I took another sip of whiskey while his mouth worked lower, sucking lightly at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His other hand stayed on my lower back, pulling me closer until my hips bumped against his.

We never finished the drinks. Ryan took the glass from my hand, set it aside, and nodded toward the hallway. I followed him into the bedroom. The only light came from a small lamp on the nightstand. The bed was already turned down.

He pushed the door shut and took full control. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, then shoved me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his heavy, hairy body pressing me into the mattress.

He took his time. He pushed my legs up and back, then buried his face between my cheeks. His beard rubbed rough against my skin while his tongue worked me open, slow and wet. I gripped the sheets and let out low groans every time he pushed deeper. He kept going until my hole was slick and relaxed.

When he finally pulled back, he grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and lubed up. He lined himself up and pushed inside me. The stretch burned at first, but once he was all the way in, pure bliss took over. Ryan fucked me deep and steady, his hips rolling in a strong, controlled rhythm. His hairy chest hovered over me as he held my legs open. Every thrust felt better than the last.

We fucked for at least half an hour. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and my moans growing louder. Ryan stayed in charge, shifting angles until he hit the spot that made my back arch off the bed.

Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please take off the condom,” I said, voice rough.

Ryan paused mid-thrust, eyes dark. “Fuck kid, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and tossed it aside. His bare cock looked even thicker now, slick and flushed. He pushed back inside me in one smooth motion.

He leaned down closer, still fucking me deep. One big hand wrapped around my lubed cock and started stroking me slowly, twisting at the head on every upstroke. His other hand found my left nipple, rolling and pinching it. Then he leaned in and kissed me, beard scratching my face, tongue sliding into my mouth.

That pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I came hard, shooting across my stomach and chest while he kept stroking me through it. My hole clenched tight around him.

Ryan lasted another five minutes. His thrusts got shorter and harder. Then his breathing changed. He buried himself deep, let out a low guttural groan, and came. His face twisted in the hottest way — jaw tight, eyes half-shut, mouth open just enough to show his teeth. I felt every pulse as he filled me up.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, both of us breathing hard. His sweaty, hairy chest pressed against mine while his cock slowly softened.

We lay there in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat. Ryan’s heavy chest rose and fell against my side, his arm resting across my stomach.

After a few minutes he turned his head toward me.

“You clean?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I let out a small laugh. “Damn Coach, don’t you trust me?”

Ryan gave me a strange look and pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Wait, fuck… do you know me?”

What a weird way to phrase that question, I thought.

“Yeah Coach,” I said. “I was on your team for four years. You made me captain senior year. Don’t you remember?”

His face changed. “Fuck… shit shit.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “He told me not to do this. He’s gonna be pissed.”

He stared at the ceiling, then shrugged. “Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Guess it’s his problem.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Ryan let out a long breath. “This isn’t my real body. I’m not actually Ryan. My name is Cruz. We swapped for a few days using this site called SwapService.”

I stared at him. “Swapped?”

“Yeah. Ryan and I swapped bodies.” He ran a hand through the short graying hair. “How it works is you enter your own body stats — height, weight, age, build, everything. Then you put in the type of guy you want to swap with. The site gives you compatibility percentages with people looking to swap. Ryan and I hit like 85%.”

I stayed quiet for a second, then asked, “Why would Ryan ever want to swap?”

Cruz scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “I don’t remember every detail, but he said he’s been reckoning with his sexuality. He wanted to experiment with being an openly gay man for a few days. Guess he’s been in the closet a long time.”

He shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders.

“The only rules he gave me was to stay DL and safe. He’s not out to anyone, not even his doctor, so he’s not on PrEP. He didn’t want it getting back to anyone he knows. So fucking one of his old swimmers raw…” He let out a short laugh. “That was a double no in his book.”

I looked at him and gave a stunted, incredulous laugh. “So do you swap often then?”

Cruz laughed low in Ryan’s deep voice and scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “Oh, I do it all the time. I like being older muscle hunks. Lets me fuck guys like you.” He looked me up and down slowly, eyes still hungry. “Young, lean, blonde jocks with tight asses. Never gets old.” He reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze before continuing. “And you felt even better and tighter than most.”

I felt my face heat up. Cruz leaned back against the pillows, looking completely relaxed in Ryan’s body.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking more. I was dying to know what kind of guy Ryan would actually trade this body for.

“So… what kind of body did you leave behind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “You must have offered Ryan something he really wanted if he agreed to the swap.”

Cruz grinned, Ryan’s bearded face looking amused. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and scrolled for a second before turning the screen toward me. The photo showed a 23-year-old Latino guy with a muscular twink build — smooth tan skin, sharp jawline, dark hair, and a tight six-pack. He was shirtless in a gym mirror, flexing with a cocky smile.

“That’s me,” Cruz said. “My real body.”

He locked the phone and tossed it back onto the nightstand. “I don’t like being a twink. Never have. So I swap all the time. Usually, once I’m a few days into a swap and the guy is really enjoying himself, I ask if he wants to make it permanent. Still haven't gotten on to say yes though. It's a big commitment I guess and I only offer to swap with the hottest guys.”

Cruz shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders, his thick fingers idly scratching through the graying hair on his chest.

“I haven’t asked Ryan yet, though. Wasn’t sure how he’d react.”

My mind started spinning with possibilities.

If Ryan was willing to swap with a guy like Cruz — a complete stranger — then maybe he’d be open to swapping with me too. And if he liked being in my younger, lean, blonde body… maybe he’d agree to make it permanent.

All of the sudden, I pictured myself waking up inside Ryan’s body for good. Looking down at this thick, hairy chest every morning. Feeling the weight of these heavy muscles. Walking around with this deep voice and this powerful build. My cock started getting hard again just thinking about it, twitching against my stomach as the fantasy took hold.

Cruz noticed immediately. His eyes dropped to my growing erection and a slow, knowing smirk spread across Ryan’s face.

“Looks like you’re ready for round two already.”

He rolled on top of me again and pushed my legs apart. “And for the rest of the night, you still call me Ryan. Got it?”

“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed, voice already thick with need.

He lined himself up and slid back inside me raw, slow and deep. I groaned loudly as he bottomed out.

Ryan started thrusting in a steady, powerful rhythm, his heavy, hairy body moving over mine.

With every thrust, I imagined running my hands over this thick chest, feeling the weight of Ryan’s muscles under my fingers.

“Ryan…” I moaned.

He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder as he drove deeper into me.

I pictured myself lifting his arm and burying my face in his hairy pit, inhaling his scent while I was in his body.

“Fuck… Ryan,” I gasped.

Cruz leaned down, beard scraping against my neck as he growled in my ear, “You like that, kid?”

Another deep thrust made my back arch.

I imagined wrapping my hand around Ryan’s thick cock — my new cock — and jerking off slowly in front of the mirror, watching his body respond.

“Ryan… fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, voice breaking.

His thrusts grew rougher, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

The more he fucked me, the more certain I became.

I was going to become Ryan.

No matter what it took.

He pinned my wrist harder to the bed, pounding into me with deep, possessive strokes.

I saw myself bending Ryan over in my old body, sliding this fat cock inside him and fucking him deep after he finally agreed to make the swap permanent. I imagined finally cumming inside him.

“Ryan… don’t stop,” I moaned desperately, my hole clenching around him.

Cruz leaned closer, voice low and rough against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every powerful thrust pushed me closer to the edge while the fantasy burned hotter in my mind.

This body was going to be mine.

[ladofadad]

Maya to Chevy

“It’s a pretty retro hotel, huh?” Maya called to her newly wedded 20 year old husband from the hotel shower.

“Yeah, I think that’s either what they were going for or they’ve just failed to update for forty years haha,” Ben called back. “I think I’m gonna go explore the pool area.”

Maya heard the room door open and close. She wondered what was wrong. This was the second day of their honeymoon and the two hadn’t had sex for the first time, or even seen each other naked. Both of them were virgins despite being attractive young people. It wasn’t by choice but more circumstantial. And she was wondering if her new husband had any sexual interest in her at all. ‘Maybe he’s into men,’ she found herself thinking. She also thought maybe she wouldn’t mind being a man for him. It could be fun having a penis and being attractive to a different crowd of people she pondered.

As Maya opened the shower curtain, done with her wash, she felt a wave of warmth. Her perspective somehow shot up six inches in the few seconds it took to open it. Her hair was no longer resting wet on her shoulder. Her boobs felt like they were no longer overhanging as much. And an unfamiliar weight was hanging from her crotch.

She was shocked but excited when she looked in the mirror opposite the shower. She was the spitting image of a youngish Chevy Chase. She was a man!

Her eyes went straight to her penis. She watched the fat little hog grow fatter and longer. Soon she had her first male erection. Painfully erect, in fact. Only five inches long, but with nice full balls underneath.

Maya quickly stepped out of the shower, stumbling a bit unused to her body. She toweled off in a hurry, shuddering when she dried her manhood but doing her best not to orgasm so easily. She didn’t know how this had happened but it felt amazing.

Wondering back into the main hotel room area, she found herself alone. That’s right, she thought, Ben had said he was going to the pool.

“What the hell am I going to wear?” She said out loud. Her manly voice turned her on unintentionally and her boner strained again. She resisted the urge to lose her load.

Despite being a man, and much larger than she had been when she packed for this trip, she went to her own suitcase to evaluate her options. She was shocked to find all men’s clothing. It seemed to have changed when her body did. But all of the clothing pieces seemed to be male versions of the clothes she had originally packed. She looked for her red bikini, wanting to join Ben at the pool. She instead found a red speedo that would fit her new body perfectly. There was just one problem. Her raging boner.

There was only one way to put the speedo on without masturbating to get rid of her boner. She closed her eyes and practiced deep breathing until her boner completely subsided. She had to dress with her eyes closed for fear of her body turning her on again. When she got the speedo wrapped around her hairy butt cheeks and plump little package, she left the hotel room, taking nothing but the retro keycard. She looked forward so as to avoid looking at her new body.

Maya sauntered down the hallway. Even though she had Chevy’s manly body, she was unable to copy the male gait. Her body swayed like a woman as she smiled at the people she passed. There was something odd about all of them. They were all dressed like it was the 80s. When she thought about it, the male clothes that had transformed from her female ones were all a retro fit as well. Was she actually in the 80s?

To get to the pool, she had to go through the pool locker room. She almost failed to walk through the correct side, until she saw a middle aged woman walk out of the side she was about to enter and remembered that she herself was now a man. Correcting her course she walked into the men’s locker room.

Luckily it was mostly empty, but she had a new problem. She realized that she needed to pee. She was excited but nervous to use the urinal. Was pointing and shooting all there was to it? She took the urinal next to an 18 year old boy. Her plan was to watch him pee so that she could copy his work. She found herself not getting hard, possibly because she was so nervous.

The boy felt Maya’s eyes on his dick as he released his stream. His eyes went right to her penis that she had just released from her speedo as well. He laughed and said, “Nice little dick old man.”

Maya was so embarrassed. ‘Old man’? This body had to be only in its thirties. But it was hers now. And she apparently had a little penis. She blushed but found herself smiling and her erection was back with a vengeance. The boy was very attractive and they were shamelessly looking at each other’s penises. Well, he was shameless anyway. She was embarrassed of her new body for the first time. But seriously turned on.

Now that she was hard again, it definitely would not be as simple as ‘point and shoot’ to pee. The boy got hard as well and his pee stream stopped early. He put one arm out and leaned against the wall. His body relaxed and despite his erection his pee stream started up again. Now it was time for Maya to copy his work. She leaned against the wall and relaxed her lower body and found herself peeing through her boner as well. The boy laughed at her. She must’ve looked goofy trying to figure this out for the first time. It felt both stimulating and uncomfortable to pee through her erection, but at least her bladder was emptying.

“Jesus Christ, get a room faggots,” said an older man as walked by and saw the two men peeing through their boners while checking each other out.

They laughed off the hate speech as soon as the old jerk walked out. With her free hand Maya showed her keycard to the young man it had her room number in big bold print on it.

“I’ll think about it, shrimp dick,” the boy said to her before walking back to the bench with his clothes and throwing on jeans by tucking his erection down a pant leg. He slid on his flip flops and walked out to the hotel area.

‘What am I doing?’ Thought Maya. ‘I just got married. Is my husband even here? Am I really in the 80s?’

Even though she had a million questions, the image of the cocky boy was seared into her mind. She looked around was completely alone in the locker room, still standing at the urinal with her hard dick out. Like a stupid ape she began furiously sliding her hand over cock, thinking about nothing but the boy and his cock. It wasn’t sixty seconds before she came a big load into the urinal with heavy grunts. She flushed the urinal and walked over to the sink and washed her hands and dick. Soon it deflated in size again and she was able to stuff it back into her speedo. Just in time, as several men walked into the locker room.

She resolved to go out to the pool and relax while looking for her husband. All of her cares seemed to subside. Maybe she came them out, she thought to herself with a laugh.

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

"Babe can you stop standing like that, you're making my body look gay" my boyfriend said staring at me.

"YOUR body? No, this is MY body ever since YOU made the body swap permanent by having sex with my co-worker!" I retorted, my voice booming with authority in my boyfriends body.

"It's different" my boyfriend responded looking intimidated.

"No, it's not, you've been using my body to have sex behind my back, and I know you've been using my vibrator too. I think it's time I repay the favor and use this" I said as I pulled down my underwear revealing my large muscular bubble butt. "I'm going to go see what it feels like to have this be used" I said teasing my boyfriend with his own masculine body. Before he could respond I walked out and downloaded grindr on his phone. A world of opportunity was about to come my way.

[repossesseddesires]

Exemplary Father

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Exemplary Father

A Switch Up!’s Spin Off

I think it was pretty messed up when I made my dad believe I'd vanished off the face of the earth or something. You see, I was always someone who was unhappy with my body, fed up. Too skinny, too immature, barely hairy, high-pitched voice – the imperfections were noticeable to me from miles away. And, well, I know my (or rather, my previous body?) was pretty attractive; guys were crazy about me, lines and lines of them. I even had a boyfriend!

But none of that was enough for me. I always wanted more. More muscle, more hair. Even more experience and money. Do you know how many years it's going to take me to get the experience I need for a good job? And don't even get me started on retirement! Yeah. That's how bitter my life and expectations were.

So when I found myself in my dad's body, with his huge muscles, his budding beard, damn, that star jawline. I figured I should keep it, no matter what, so I pretended to remember nothing about being Adam. If there was no one to switch with, there was no going back. Right?

Yeah, yeah, I know my move was almost psychopathic and heartless, that I'm a bad son and all that. But these thick muscles are worth every fucking second I lost of my youth! Screw being twenty and in the "best time" of my life. This is fantastic! I can have this body with a perfect beard, thick shoulders, and these pecs... Man, how I love playing with them, it's like wearing fucking squishies! Soft and so meaty... There's still the problem that I'm married to a woman (well, my mother, obviously). But during this time I've been under my father's control, I've been able to realize a few things. One, that my parents aren't happy together, and two, that my father is gay, just like me.

It seems they're only together out of habit or because of other people's expectations. They always sleep separately, in opposite corners of the same bed, and they hardly ever kiss. They hug, but their affection seems more like that of friends who love each other with all their hearts than spouses.

So I think they both deserve to be happy. Don't you? And Dad is already... well, happy in my body, recapturing time from his youth.

I think Mom deserves the same. Maybe I could put her in the body of one of those stuck-up bitches at my university, but that's a topic for another time.

Because yes, I also ended up with the remote after the switch. I don't even know why I grabbed it; it was just an innate reflex. In the blink of an eye, I was no longer in the pool but in the living room, with the control in my hands. I put it away and pretended to be making lunch (like Dad probably would have done initially), and from there, I just waited for things to slowly fall into place. Luckily for me, Dad left after that, and the house was all mine.

— Damn – I muttered under my breath, unbuttoning the shirt he was wearing. It was like unwrapping a present, one with wrapping paper too tight and clinging, tracing the outline of what was inside: those thick pecs, his abs, even his smile. I'd never seen Dad smile like that. With that expression brimming with arrogance and satisfaction, pure lust and flirtatiousness, I licked my lips, placing my hand on the waistband of my pants and winking as I watched the spectacle reflected in the kitchen glassware.

— Mmm, yes. Now I'm Edward, a family man, an accountant, and the owner of these enormous muscles – I chuckled softly, flexing my hips. A gasp almost escaped my lips as I saw those massive arms tense. This was glory!

It didn't take me long to empty his entire closet, full of tailored suits and shirts in sizes L or XL, the only ones that could contain his massive chest. He was literally like a Greek god, the fucking Adonis incarnate! I had to admit my joints felt more worn and a little tired, but did it really matter? I felt the weight in his pants, and not necessarily the weight of his thick package! His wallet was loaded with cash, a Visa Black card, and other cards. I had all dad's credit to buy and do whatever I wanted. It was my money! Absolutely all of it!

And speaking of money, why don't we get a little... creative? I decided to take my convertible to go out on the town to do a couple of errands. Could I take dad's family man SUV? Sure, but was it the ideal car for a body this powerful? Of course not! I needed a car just as powerful as this body. I felt the engine vibrate against my buttocks and balls, I only managed a gasp, squeezing and crossing my legs, my chest eager. Every sensation was even better in my father's body, the great Edward Higgins's, even the smell. I could inhale and feel the stench of my car and my own new ones mix and blend into one. The images of everything I had done in this vehicle and why it was so reeked only made me harder. I raised my armpit a little, and that acrid, mature stench welcomed me.

— Mfh – I gasped, backing away. I put my hands on the steering wheel, trying to concentrate as much as possible to accelerate. It would be a quick trip downtown; I knew exactly where I wanted to go.

It was an adult store. I'd never dared to go in before because of embarrassment (and also because I probably wouldn't have bought anything), but Dad's wardrobe, even with how exciting the tight, shiny silk and satin suits were, was so boring. Shirts, shirts, and more shirts. I needed a new wardrobe, and this place was the perfect place to start.

— Hi, how can I help you? – A friendly guy smiled at me. He was wearing a t-shirt like a uniform, the same color as the store's logo, and a name tag. This was probably his part-time job; he looked about my age, kind of skinny. 

— I came looking for something to... You know, accentuate these thick muscles – I said, carelessly and shamelessly flexing in front of him, then bouncing my hand against my chest.

The guy swallowed nervously, nodding and coughing to lighten the mood.

— Uh... Sure. I- Well, did you have something in mind?

— Leather.

I had to admit that was my guilty pleasure: leather pants that swung with every step, harnesses or shirts that adorned my body with their lustful sheen, or heavy combat boots. Although my thin, scrawny body wasn't exactly ideal for that kind of clothing.

The guy behind the counter raised an eyebrow with a somewhat curious smile, nodding and gesturing for me to follow him, but before I could actually go deeper into the store, one of his colleagues, much more muscular, taller, and more attractive, threw some heavy boxes onto the desk. 

— Hey, tidy this up before you leave – he practically barked at him.

— But my shift ends in five minutes-

— I said tidy them up. Are you deaf? – Without waiting for a reply, he turned around, his heavy boots clattering on the floor. The guy just stared angrily at the boxes, his cheeks flushed and his fists clenched.

— He doesn't usually treat you very well, does he?

— They're all like that with me – he muttered under his breath – They always treat me like a slave, assholes.

I gave him a friendly laugh, patted his shoulder, and then lifted his chin, which made his cheeks turn even redder.

— Let me tell you something. If you help me, I'll help you.

— I'd gladly help you, but don't take offense, I don't think anything you do will help me.

— Ha. We'll see.

— No way, dude! How did you do that?! – I saw the formerly scrawny guy now in his coworker's hunk body, examining himself with his mouth agape in surprise, running his hands over his pecs now encased in a tight, shiny black latex suit. He flexed his arms, feeling the power and strength emanating from them – I'm dreaming, right?

— You wish – I said, giving him a firm slap on the shoulder – This is as fucking real as this – I moved my nimble hands against his areolas, squeezing them. He gasped, throwing his head back, and smiled, almost seeing stars. The noise from the inventory closet distracted us for a moment.

— Is it going to be like this the whole time? – He was even having trouble breathing with anticipation.

— Well, you just stole this amazing body while he stayed in your skinny one, what did you expect? Now, you and I had some unfinished business. Don't you think so?

His smile twisted into a bolder one, he moved closer to me and placed his hands against my chest inside that tight shirt, squeezing them tightly before pressing his lips to mine, savoring the saliva that trickled between us.

— Don't you think this is too tight? – I groaned uncomfortably. Gareth, as I now knew the guy's name, just had a wide grin on his face as he watched me squirm in the tight bodysuit he'd gotten me. It had taken forever to put on (and I didn't want to think about how long it would take to get off). Besides, everything looked so bulky! Like I was a sausage or something! I could feel it pressing against my ass; my buttocks felt like fat, shiny balloons.

— That's the point, buddy – he licked his lips before slapping me from behind. I gasped.

We were in that "dynamic" for at least three hours; he even closed the store so we could have more privacy. 

— This feels better – I said, adjusting the strap of the leather harness that wrapped around my chest. I wore leather pants, matching armbands, and nothing else. I didn't remember Dad having a tattoo; it was almost never noticeable with his long-sleeved shirts and sweaters that always concealed these beautiful attributes. Why did he hide them if they were so good? I was getting addicted to this! The veins in his biceps, his thick fingers, his short hair that went so well with his neatly trimmed beard, his full lips... I hoped Dad was happy to lose almost twenty years of his age because I was more than happy to be a silver fox in a couple of years.

I left the store after a couple of hours of fun with Garrett, trying out a couple of new toys on display, more outfits, and a little bit of this and that. The guy sure knows how to use that huge, slimy new tongue of his!

But I still had other things to do. Like visiting other, slightly more... ordinary clothing stores. As much as I loved that style of leather, latex, and harnesses on my new body, there was no way I could go out like that on a random Tuesday. I needed something more discreet, but something that would still allow me to show off these enormous muscles.

And then, there was one very specific place I wanted to visit: my university. As I mentioned before, I wasn't planning on ending the deteriorating relationship with my parents. I didn't want that drama that had absolutely no bearing on me. It was better to leave my mother's conscience elsewhere and go be happy without any more worries. I already had enough with my father and his survivor syndrome, ugh.

I just observed. I wanted something good, something that would make her happy again and allow her to recapture her youth, and at the same time, I wanted her to end up with someone who wasn't closeted. I tried the more common places first, like some hallways, outdoor areas, the gym, but accessing the more crowded and "visible" areas was difficult being in the body of a middle-aged man.

So... Somehow, I ended up in the library. It was almost empty. There weren't any attractive cheerleaders, not even any attractive female nerds, just guys. Most were nerds studying, others were sleeping, and a very specific group was in a circle, whispering things to each other. I felt a natural urge to listen (call me nosy if you want, but it's not like you see that kind of thing every day).

— I'm fed up! – one of them shouted.

— Shhh. Be quiet, Mrs. Everett will kick us out if she hears you making that noise.

— I don't care! – Tears were welling in his eyes; he was quite distraught, sobbing and sniffing nervously – Why do they have to get all the attention? Why are they popular? Why are they more attractive than us? I work harder than them, I try harder! And I have nothing!

They were a group of four misfits. They all started murmuring words of support and encouragement, but the guy was still in a meltdown, almost trembling.

— Maybe I have something that... can help you – I smiled, a mixture of charisma and arrogance, as if I were their savior.

— Damn, dude, you weren't kidding – one of them grinned, playing with his pecs, raising and lowering them in a hypnotic motion. He was more than delighted with his new look within one of the most conditioned fratbros on campus.

In fact, they were all inside other equally sweaty athletic bodies, with slightly slow brains but huge muscles and eager smiles, their hands just as frantically moving all over the place.

It turned out these guys weren't nerds. They were just... misfits. Kind of losers, always in the shadows, never getting much credit for their efforts, overshadowed by the sun like the moon; they were good guys, I think I would have enjoyed being their friend.

— Just look at these muscles! – one of them gasped, flexing his newly built biceps, making them curl and become more voluminous, that flesh more defined and appetizing. It was taking me a lot of effort not to go crazy at that moment, with all that surge of hormones, the warm, earthy scent swirling in that fraternity house.

It turned out these nerds didn't want to be just any old jock at the university. No, they wanted bodies (and a rather specific place): Alpha Sigma Mu. It was the most exclusive fraternity in town, full of burly athletes, sports team captains, or just enormous behemoths who could maintain that dominant, heterosexual male status. They were ruthless with anyone who didn't fit into their "perfect" circle.

And it seemed these guys were about to undergo a complete overhaul of their ranks.

— Heh... It tastes so…

— Sweaty? – One of them raised an eyebrow with a grin while the other knelt before him, running his tongue over his abs. They were like animals in heat.

And wow. I don't judge them. Going from being in charge of a muscle-bound body after spending their entire life in a skinny, pathetic one to being inside one overflowing with muscle, power, attractiveness, and boundless egocentrism was quite a change.

Even one of them, a former fat guy, was now running his hands over his lean abs, enjoying the complete absence of excess fat, just well-toned muscle, solid and defined like a statue.

I think my work here is done. I can finally relax in this attractive body of my father's. I'll spend his money on whatever I want, do whatever I want, and nothing will stop me. I still have to put my mother in another body, but that's what the remote control is for, and-

Where the hell is the remote control?! Shit! I can't have lost it, shit, shit. This is wrong, this is wrong. DAMN IT! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?! I'm not complaining about being in this body, but... Fuck. I'll be screwed when I turn fifty and... Shit. I didn't want to deal with the divorce, too much emotional crap for me, ugh.

— And you think it'll work? – Jackson, one of the nerds now living among those athletic, muscular bodies, asked Devon, the group's leader, who had just been having a meltdown in the library.

— And why wouldn't it? – he asked, twirling the remote in his hand with a mischievous glint in his eyes – I think nerds and outcasts deserve these fabulous bodies while jocks and frat boys can go to hell. Let it be an... Invasion.

The guy's smile was almost malicious as he imagined the possibilities of a frat house filled with guys excited about their new bodies, desperate to discover each other, a complete shift in the social hierarchy, a new order about to arrive. And it would all be thanks to him.

There was no time to lose.

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I know it's been a while since I updated the "Switch Up!" saga, but I hope you liked the result, and even better, the end of this story opens the possibility of focusing on body swaps in the university setting, so… there will be many swaps between athletes, nerds, exchange students, and others. In fact, I'd like to know what direction you want the story to take now:

Which story would you most like to see?

Continue with the arc of brotherhood

Bodyswap with an exchange student

Bodyswap with a fratbro

Bodyswap with a teacher

Bodyswap with a nerd

Bodyswap with a coach

Bodyswap with a smelly student

Female to male bodyswap

Voting ended onMay 1

These are just a few vague ideas; if you have any others in particular, don't hesitate to let me know in the comments or in my inbox. I'd love to hear you!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[verus-veritas]

I, Me, and Myself

Reworked Interactive Chapters from Writing.com

Bill Roberts was one of our neighbors, and a very eccentric one at that. He was some kind of nut professor who used to work at NASA or some place like that, but got kicked out after his nervous breakdown. The very thought made me sad. Bill was a strange old man who lived completely alone, but was really nice and friendly to us. And for some strange reason, he seemed to take a liking to our family, though why I haven’t got a clue. That alone proves that he’s nuts as far as I’m concerned. The fact that he liked to build strange inventions in his garage only added to that. Today he asked my dad to bring the family around to his place on Saturday to test something out. So, on Saturday morning after getting all dressed up and ready, we found ourselves all standing in Bill’s living room.

“Hello Ted.” Bill greeted Dad with a grin, “Mary” he nodded at Mom. “And how are you kids doing?”

“Hi Bill!” My kid brother Kyle said cheerfully, running over and giving him a hug. “Can I have some ice cream?” Bill chuckled at that, promising that he could have some in just a little while.

When he looked at me, I shrugged back. “I’m all right.”

Derek, my older brother just snorted when Bill looked at him, showing his obvious displeasure at being there. He always thought of our neighbour as a crazy nutjob, and got scolded by Dad last night for refusing to join us. That didn’t seem to dampen Bill’s mood, though it certainly improved mine. As long as my jerk of a brother Derek was unhappy, I figured that I had good reason to be happy.

“So,” Dad asked, “what’s this all about?”

Mom nodded. “You told Ted that you wanted to show us something new,” She smiled, “though you didn’t need to do that for us to come visit.” She handed a plate to Bill, saying “I thought that you might like some cookies.”

Bill unwrapped the cookie plate and let out a sigh of pleasure. “Dear Mary, they look absolutely delicious! I’m sure that I shall thoroughly enjoy them. Thank you very much.” Then after covering the cookies back up and setting them down on the table, he muttered “Now where was I?”

“Were you going to get me some ice cream?” Kyle asked with a hopeful grin.

“Oh, of course” Bill chuckled, “That’s what I was going to do.” Then several seconds after Bill disappeared into his kitchen, he was back with several ice cream bars in hand. Kyle took his immediately, as did I. Even though I considered myself too old to receive sweets from grown-up. Derek however turned his down, before spitting on the floor and walking out to the porch. He really made it obvious he had no intention of playing along and being friendly with the creepy neighbour. Bill however just shrugged, “All the more for me.” And started eating it himself.

After Dad went out and had a talk with Derek, they both came back in looking much happier. We then went through the door that led to Bill’s garage, as I stopped and stared around. The large double car garage had long ago been remade into Bill’s private workshop. Benches lined the walls, filled with half complete experiments and things that I had no idea about. All that I’d seen before though. What was new was the large racks which leaned up against one wall, looking like some sort of computers. And of course the five funny looking chairs with cables and helmets attached to them. It looked like a very confusing mess to me.

“What’s this junk?” Derek asked from next to me. Even he was looking at all the new equipment curiously. Seeing me sneering at him, he immediately crossed his arms and pretended not to care. “What are you smiling about, freak? I’m only playing along because Dad promised to pay a third of the loan on my car if I did this.” I rolled my eyes. Of course Dad had to bribe him.

“This,” Bill suddenly stated proudly, “Is my latest invention! It is a thought projector.”

“Um… sounds interesting…” Dad commented cautiously, “But what exactly does it do?”

Bill rushed over to one computer console that seemed to be some sort of control and gently laid a hand on it. “This is a… no…” he muttered to himself, “It’s for…” Then taking a deep breath, Bill looked thoughtful and continued more slowly, “My thought projector transmits thoughts and memories.” He grinned proudly now that he’d gotten it out. However it still didn’t make any sense to the rest of us.

Oddly enough, it was Derek who said what I was thinking. “And what does that mean… in English?” Dad gave Derek a warning glare, which he didn’t seem to care.

Moving away from what control console, Bill went to the chairs, one of which was sitting apart and facing the other four. “This can take a person’s thoughts and memories, or at least a small part, and transmit them to other people to see and hear.” He grinned proudly. “Sort of like an internal radio or television.”

"Aaah…” we all exclaimed at once. Now it made sense.

“So” I said, “This is some sort of new communication system?”

“Well” Bill sighed, “It might be used sort of like that. The idea was to create a virtual reality device though my research ended up going in a slightly different direction than I’d originally intended.” Bill adjusted his glasses again, then continued “But now it can be used more as a learning aid. At least I hope so.”

“That does sound interesting.” Dad said, walking over and looking at one of the chairs. Mom and Derek quickly joined him. Derek asked “And why exactly are there five chairs?” He gave Bill a suspicious look.

Bill sighed. “I’m afraid that’s why I asked you all over. I needed to test the thought projector, and I needed some people that I can trust.” He looked at us all, looking almost like he was begging, “I implore you. I require your assistance to prove the feasibility and consistency of transmission. And I needed all of you for that.”

Mom gasped. “You want us to be guinea pigs?”

Bill looked shocked at the accusation. “Oh no… well… sort of. It’s perfectly safe, I assure you. I just need to prove that it works.”

I looked at it and grinned. “Sure” I said, “This looks kind of cool.” Then I quickly sat down in the closest chair. The one that was facing the other four. “So what do we need to do?”

Dad was about to say something, but then looked over and saw that Kyle had already climbed into one chair. Shaking his head slightly, he said “All right. I trust you that you know what you’re doing.” Then as he sat down in one of the chairs, he looked at Derek. “Are you going to try it?”

Derek looked thoughtful for a moment. It was obvious that he was torn between following orders that could net him a huge sum of cash, and his dislike of actually doing something with the rest of the family. As a slightly greedy look formed on his face, I knew that he’d made up his mind to join us as well.

“So” I asked calmly, “What do we have to do?”

“Well” Bill said thoughtfully, “You’re in the projection chair so it will be you that does the transmitting.”

Without answering my question, Bill then ran from one chair to another, lowering the funny helmets onto our heads and strapping our waists around the chair, and making me feel like I was sitting in an electric chair. I had to admit though, that the sight of a pissed Derek in a similar situation brought a smile to my face and made the whole thing worth it.

“What’s with the straps dude?” Derek asked, as his was tightened.

“It’s for your own safety, so you don’t fall off and hit your head.” Bill answered shortly before tightening it even more.

When Bill was finished adjusting all of our chairs, he turned to me. “Now Jason, you have the most important task. You will have to focus on an image or memory, and the device will transmit that image or memory to your family. They will see it just as you do.”

“All right.” I agreed nervously. For some reason, this didn’t seem like such a good idea anymore. Especially with “some secrets” I would never want my family to find out about. I was really getting uncomfortable with the situation, but there was no way I was going to back out now. I’d look like a chicken, and there was no way that I was going to give Derek that kind of ammo to use against me.

“This should just take a few moments.” Bill told us all. “When I tell you, start concentrating on a memory.” Then he gave me a wink, and in a knowing voice he added, “Just make sure that it’s one you don’t mind sharing.” Bill gave me a reassuring smile, then turned to the others. “All you have to do is close your eyes and relax. You should receive whatever Jason sends you. When this is over, I want to verify that you all got the same memory and that it wasn’t corrupted or changed by your own minds. That’s very important.”

“Just get on with it already.” Derek snapped impatiently, looking as if he didn’t believe that it would actually work.

“All right then.” Bill told us, “I’m turning it on now.”

With that, I felt a faint tingle through my head. Remembering what I needed to do, I carefully thought about the day last summer when we were all having a picnic on the beach. I kept my eyes closed, focusing on the image, while the strange tingling grew stronger and stronger. Somewhere I heard Kyle laugh and Derek snort, but I didn’t open my eyes to look at them. Suddenly the tingling grew even stronger, making my head feel like it was on fire.

Then I heard Bill suddenly scream “Dear Lord, what’s happening?! The power’s been turned to maximum!” I didn’t… couldn’t pay him much attention. The pain in my skull was increasing more and more with each passing second. With a great effort I managed to force my eyes open, only to see flashes of light and sparks flying around some of the computer racks. Bill’s voice was yelling, “We’re getting a power surge!” I noticed the panic in his voice, but I was in too much pain to care.

The pain filling me seemed to spread beyond just my skull. Memories started flashing through my mind as I screamed out in agony. To my horror, “those” memories which I hoped would never be revealed flashed through my head; That I was gay, that I purposely peeked into my parent’s bedroom as they had sex just to catch a glimpse of my burly dad, and that I secretly envied Derek’s fit athletic body so much that I had jerked off in his bed once or twice while imagining being him…

“N-No! No! I-I don’t want t-to do this anymore!!” I yelled out, as my head was pounding non-stop. I tried to pull at the straps around my neck and waist, but found myself too disoriented to put out any real force.

“What the FUCK!!!” I heard Derek scream across the room, and just briefly seeing the anger and disgust in his eyes before he winced out of pain.

For a brief second I thought that I could see my entire life flashing before my eyes, then it was almost as if my very being were being yanked out and stretched to the breaking point. Then finally the pain stopped, but it had already pushed me too far and I slipped into the comforting void of unconsciousness…

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???’s POV:

When I came to, I felt pretty groggy, and really strange. I opened my eyes and cautiously looked around, only to gasp when I realized that I wasn’t sitting where I had been. Dad was sitting on one side of me, and Kyle was on the other. But a lot more shocking than that was the fact that I could see myself sitting in the chair across from me.

“What the hell?” I exclaimed, hearing the exact same words come from both Kyle and Dad at the same time.

I quickly unstrapped the helmet off of my head then began untying the strap around me, noticing even more clearly how strange my body suddenly felt. Suddenly I had a very, very bad feeling. After giving a quick glance at Dad, and then at Kyle, I forced myself to look down again. One glance was more than enough for me to see what had happened to me. To see the much more muscular arms and thicker thighs, and the very familiar clothes that I was wearing.

Somehow… I’d been turned into Derek!

“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed, jumping out of my chair and grabbing at my body. Or was it Derek’s body? I grabbed my… his biceps and squeezed, having no doubt that they were indeed real.

For several moments I was so caught up in looking down at my new body and trying to calm down, that I hadn’t noticed the rest of my family. When I finally calmed down enough to look at the others, they were all doing the same thing I was, looking confused and examining their bodies in disbelief. All except for… me. My body was just sitting in the chair, looking at the rest of us as if we were crazy.

Bill was staring at us all with confusion in his own eyes, and worry. “Please calm down Mary.” he begged, grabbing for my Mom. “Ted…”

But then Mom screamed out “But I’m JASON.”

Dad snapped around, “No, I’m Jason.”

“I am!” I snarled, feeling the blood in my new body boil. No wonder Derek had temperamental issues.

We noticed that Kyle was doing the same thing., trying to get our attention. “I’m really Jason.”

The other me… or at least the one that looked like me asked in confusion “What’s going on? Have you all gone nuts?”

“Please calm down everyone” Bill begged, staring at us all with an odd look on his face. “Please calm down. Something has gone wrong.” He looked at the sizzling control console and frowned, “Someone seemed to have changed the power setting from minimum to maximum.” Everyone turned and stared at me, and I would have done the same if it wasn’t because… well… me literally being in the body of the one I wanted to stare at. Bill then went on to explain that the equipment couldn’t handle it. That it had taken a major power surge. “I believe…” Bill gulped nervously, “that Jason here projected a lot more than just that one memory…”

“What are you talking about?” I demanded, though I was beginning to get a good idea.

Bill looked extremely frustrated as he said “Please just bear with me.”

Then with that, Bill led us out of his garage workshop and into the living room. We all followed, looking at each other uncomfortably. Once we were in the living room, we all sat down on the couches and chairs, as far away from each other as we could. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, trying not to touch anything that I shouldn’t even though Derek’s bulging muscles were visibly poking out from my shirt. From Derek’s shirt. Everything felt so tight and I felt so strong, even down to the thing between my defined legs. I didn’t tell anyone, but I felt so damn good being in this body.

The other me, my real body had been taken into another room by Bill, who promised that he’d be back in just a little while. I just nodded, staring at my unfamiliar hands. At the callused palms, the meatier fingers and the veins running across the skin. And when I occasionally tore my eyes off of myself and looked at the others, I saw that they all seemed to be in about the same disoriented condition. Well, except for Dad. He was busily peeking inside his own pants and appeared to be grinning slightly.

Finally Bill and the other me came back into the room. “What happened?” I immediately asked the other me.

“He just asked me a lot of questions and had me take a few tests” the other me answered with a shrug.

“And now it’s someone else’s turn.” Bill said. I shrugged, figuring that it might as well be me, but Kyle had gotten up first, so Bill led him off to another room. After Kyle had eventually come back, it was Dad’s turn, then finally mine.

Bill had led me to the dining room, and gestured for me to sit down. “Now Derek,” he said, “I have a few questions for you. Please answer them as honestly as you can.”

I grimaced, and then reminded him “I’m not Derek. I’m Jason.” He just nodded as if that was the answer he’d expected.

“Well I do have some questions for you.” Bill said calmly, “To start with, what is your favorite color?”

For at least half an hour Bill asked me question after question, some of which were as simple as things I liked and disliked, while others were a little more in depth and technical. Some of them I couldn’t answer at all, not having a clue. He also had me do some of those stupid ink blot tests, telling him what kind of things I saw in the smudges. Real stupid stuff. Then finally he led me back into his garage workshop, and hooked a few electrodes to my head for a couple minutes to measure my brainwaves.

Finally Bill said “All right, I’m done with you. When you get back into the living room, please send…” a pained look appeared on Bill’s face, “…Mary in.” I nodded, then went and did as he asked.

While Bill was talking with Mom, I took advantage of the opportunity to go to the bathroom. My bladder was beginning to kill me, and being incredibly curious of what was down there, I figured that I might as well just get it over and done with.

As soon as I was in the bathroom, I stopped and stared at the mirror. Derek stared back. The same Derek that I’d argued with earlier that day and punched me on the arm at breakfast. His light brown hair and chiseled face were now mine, and that thought somehow got me hard.

“Sorry, bro… I’m just borrowing. You’ll get this back eventually and I promise I won’t break it… probably…” I gave myself a cheeky smile in the mirror, seeing my brother’s douchey face move under my perfect command. If anyone could figure out how to get us back to normal it was Bill. Then, as I stared at Derek’s face, I couldn’t help but wonder exactly whose body he’d ended up in. After all, it stood to reason that if I’d been turned into him, then maybe he’d been turned into me. But somehow I had the feeling that it wasn’t going to be that simple.

With a grin, I turned away from the mirror and excitedly pulled down my pants and aimed towards the toilet to do my business. The feeling of relief was just the same as it normally was, though the way it sprayed out felt just a tiny bit odd. And when I was done, I found myself staring down at my naked crotch in both lust and fascination. I’d never seen Derek’s cock before, at least not since he hit puberty. Somehow though, I suspected it wasn’t something he was afraid of showing, having been popular among the girls at his school and the large-sized condoms found all over his room.

Sure enough, down there I was met with a hefty chunk of meat. Long, thick, uncut… and definitely growing by the seconds. For several minutes I just kept nervously looking at it, even hesitantly touching and poking it. It felt… strange… yet very pleasurable. Before long I found myself unbearable hard, and I knew there was no way I was getting it down in my pants like this. So, I grabbed it between my hands and began sliding my callused palms along the shaft. The feeling was amazing, so much better than my own jerk-off sessions had ever felt. I didn’t know if it was because it was my brother’s body or because it was me inside controlling it, but I felt my entire self being washed over with pleasure and ecstasy. Unable to control myself anymore I laid down on the cold bathroom floor and began tugging at Derek’s meat stick with unrelenting full force. Watching his hefty cock slide in and out of my hands, and his hard abs tensing uncontrollably from the motion brought me right to the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, FUCK!!!” I screamed out of joy, before arching my back and spraying all over Derek’s meaty thighs and tight stomach. “Holy jesus…..” I basked in the post-orgasm my brother’s athletic body rewarded me with. As I laid there on the floor, all exhausted but chuckling, I thought to myself, “This is waaay better than jerking off in your bed while pretending I’m you, when I can literally feel, smell and BE you! Hehe…”

Hearing footsteps and my Mom’s voice outside, I quickly cleaned myself up and prepared to go out and face my family again. Much to my surprise I was met by my smiling Dad standing outside the bathroom door, who simply gave me a passing wink before he too locked himself inside the bathroom. I wonder what that meant?

…

A short while later, Bill came back in with a serious, but sad look on his face. He stared at us for a long moment, then finally said “I’m afraid it’s even worse than I thought” Bill winced slightly, refusing to look any of us in the eye. Then he finally looked up and gulped visibly before saying “Why don’t you all come into my work shop. I’ll explain it there.”

I frowned, and then gave a nervous look at Kyle before following behind Bill. When we had all gathered back in the garage, Bill stopped and stared at some computer screen for a moment, which only made me even more apprehensive. Finally, he turned back to us and took a deep breath before continuing.

“As I told you earlier,” Bill said quietly, “my machine was only meant to project single memories…” He paused for a moment, then continued in a quiet tone almost as if he was talking to himself. “But… the power being turned up too far, and then the unfortunate power surge…” He winced then shook his head. “It went too far. Way too far.”

“Get to the point!” Kyle suddenly snapped, echoing exactly what I’d been thinking. “How do you get us back to normal?”

“I’m afraid that it isn’t that simple” Bill admitted quietly. “The accident didn’t just swap your minds like you seem to believe…” Once again he paused, then he suddenly turned to the computer monitor and pushed some buttons on the side. Two strange squiggly lines popped up on it, running from one side of the screen to the other. “This,” he pointed at the top line, “Is my brainwave pattern. And this…” he gestured at the second one which was somewhat different than the first “Is Jason’s.” He paused for a moment. “You notice that they are different. Everyone’s is a little different, sort of like fingerprints.”

“And?” Mom and I both asked at once.

“And these,” Bill said as he pushed another button and brought up four more lines, “are all of yours.”

I stared at the wave patterns for a moment then said “But they all look the same…?”

“Exactly.” Bill said sadly. “The overload transferred more than just one memory… or memories… It transferred all of it. It projected all of Jason’s memories, thoughts, personality, everything… into all of you. And somehow it even…” Bill turned his head away but not before I saw the tears coming down his cheeks, “It even overwrote all the memories, personalities, and preferences you already had. And as far as I can tell… it did so permanently.”

For several moments I just stared at Bill in stunned disbelief, trying to make sense of what he’d just said. But as much as I didn’t want to understand, as I didn’t want to know what he’d said, I did.

“Oh my God” I whispered in horror. “Then I’m not really Jason? I’m actually Derek but think that I’m Jason?” I shook my head, feeling more than a little disoriented and nauseated. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

Bill sat down for a moment, looking extremely sad. “In a way though, it’s a lot more complicated than that. As far as I can tell, all the memories, personality, and even the way you… ehm Jason thinks were all transferred over. When I tested you all, the answers were all very consistent. Even your brain patterns are now the same. Effectively, you are all Jason now.” Bill broke down and started crying, “It’s as if you all have the same soul, and God help me…” Bill sobbed, “as if I killed you all. Mary, Ted, Kyle and Derek are gone, and it’s all my fault.”

“Holy shit.” I whispered, not noticing that the others were all doing the same thing. My legs felt weak and I sat down uncomfortably. How could that be? I wasn’t Derek. I was Jason. I remembered my entire life. When Derek and I fought, when Kyle was brought home for the first time, and even the first time I’d had an erection. This wasn’t my body. It was my brother’s body, not mine. “No…” I whispered as I stared at my hands in renewed shock, “I’m not Derek. I’m not. I’m me. Jason.” Then I dropped my head into my hands and just stared blankly at the floor. Literally experiencing an identity crisis, I had no idea who I were anymore.

Eventually I shook my head and pulled myself together, though I wasn’t sure how long it had taken. I looked at the others, seeing that they were all in pretty much a similar condition. “Me-Mom” had red teary eyes, “Me-Kyle” found himself kicking things around him out of frustration, and “Me-Dad” was scratching his head and cussing at whatever. The other me… the real me wasn’t quite as bad. He was staring at us all in shock and disbelief. I gave him a weak smile, wondering exactly what I could possibly say to him. According to Bill, we were all technically “fake Jasons”, and he was the only real one. That I was actually my own obnoxious brother Derek… somewhere deep down…

When we’d all calmed down enough, we started cautiously testing each other. Asking questions that only I… that only Jason would know the answers to. We even asked each other questions that I… that Jason… wouldn’t know the answers to, but the real people would. I asked Mom: “How do you make a turkey casserole?”, which was one of her favorite recipes.

Her answer was “I haven’t got a clue”, which wasn’t a surprise. I gave similar answers when they asked me about Derek’s first kiss and other personal questions. Slowly we were all forced to accept that Bill seemed to be right. That we all possessed the same mind, or at least copies of the same mind. I’d never been more spooked in my life. It’s stranger than you can imagine to know that the people you are talking to are all thinking the same thing you are, that they literally are you.

Throughout this all, Bill just sat in his chair and stared at us. He looked as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. Obviously he blamed himself, which wasn’t surprising. I did too a little, though I was still too much in shock to blame him too much. “It’s my fault.” he whispered more than once.

“Is there anything you can do?” the other Jason asked. “Can’t you turn them back to normal?”

Bill shook out of it long enough to shake his head. “I don’t think so.” He frowned, then added “As far as I can tell the original minds were written over completely. Since the machine was only supposed to be able to project memories it only made back-ups of those. The original personalities, habits, even sexualities… they’re all lost forever. ” Bill sighed. “There’s nothing I can do. As far as I can tell, this is permanent.”

“So,” He tried to negotiate, hoping to remedy the situation in some kind of way. “the only other options I can think of is either transferring your original memories back into you and replacing those of Jason, or keeping both sets of memories so you can pass off as them. But either way you’d technically still be “Jason”, just with a varying degree of the body’s original memories.“

I gulped, wondering which idea I feared most. Being trapped for the rest of my life in Derek’s body, or finding out that he could "cure” us. After all, if Bill could do that, wouldn’t that mean that “I” would die. That my mind, my memories, and my personality, everything that made up “me” would cease to exist. And if given the choice, would I sacrifice all of that to bring the original Derek back to life? That asshole of a brother? …I doubt that…

No, keeping my own “Jason” memories while receiving Derek’s memories just so I can pass off as him seemed like the best course of action.

Finally we all said goodbye to Bill and started on our way back home. He told us to make up our minds about which set of memories we wanted to keep, and that we should return tomorrow to proceed with the transference. He’d also promised that he’d look into a way to properly fix things, but I seriously doubted he’d find it, and could tell from his expression that he too shared my doubts. For the moment, all we could do was return to the house and try to make some kind of sense of what had happened.

…

Opening the front door of our house, the four of us walked in and immediately sat down in the living room. We just stared at each other silently, not knowing what to say or do. The most shocking thing had happened on our walk home, was that Mom… well the Jason in Mom suddenly snapped and walked away from us. Fondling “her” own boobs, she told us she had no intention of living the life of a housewife, especially not the life of her own mom.

“Fuck this shit! I’m out of here. I might have drawn the worst straw of us all, but there’s no way I won’t take advantage of this! If you’re looking for me you know where to find me.” She gave her own plump butt a squeeze before walking off to call a cab to the other side of the town. Not surprisingly, we could all deduce where she was going. The hot muscular coach at Derek’s school had always had a thing for my mom, always flirting up with her during parent’s meeting, even though she always turned him down and told him she was married. Now however, Me-Mom was going to have her way with him, which would be a win-win situation for both of them. The thought that he’d get it on with Mom’s body gave me shivers though, but I guess that might be his way of coping with all of this…

For the next few hours we sat there in the living room and discussed where to go from here. What we would do, how we would do it, but most importantly… who we would be. “Me-Kyle” seemed very distraught about having another pair of childhood memories, so opted out of receiving his “original” memories. “Dad” however knew he had to receive them, so as to continue being our source of income and taking on the role of our sole parent now that “Mom” had technically run off. Of course he’s decided to keep his own current memories in tact as well. As for me, I had long made up my mind on what to do. Just as “Me-Dad”, I’ve decided to keep my own Jason memories while returning some of Derek’s memories. Just enough so I could pass off as him at school and with his friends. “Oh god… I’m gonna have to pretend to be Derek and hang out with his group of obnoxious bros…” I found myself dreading. “Well, at least I’ll be closer to Derek’s hot best friend Finneas…” I suddenly found myself blushing. Finneas was always so touchy-feely with my brother, much to my brother’s annoyance and dismay. I wonder…

Eventually we ordered pizza for dinner, talked about the latest Marbel movie we were all equally excited about, before splitting up to our respective bedrooms. Although we all wanted to go to Jason’s bedroom, it was not “ours” anymore. In fact, it had never been.

I found myself quietly creeping into Derek’s bedroom, as if to avoid alerting my brother, until I realized that it was my bedroom now. All the clothes strung about, the weights on the racks, and the musky smell of his unwashed undergarment really said much about what kind of person Derek is… who he was… who I had always been…

Well, I’m definitely changing that as I began picking up things on the floor and tidying up Derek’s closet. If this is my new life I might as well improve it for the better. At least that’s what the “Jason” part of me said and wanted. Of course, while I’m cleaning I couldn’t help but take the chance of sniffing one of Derek’s recently used jockstraps. It smelled so powerful, and I immediately found myself getting an erection once again. “Shit. That’s my smell now…”

—

Almost an hour pass before I hear a knock on the door. Standing by the doorway is myself… no Jason, my little brother. That’s going to take some time getting used to… I invited him in as I cleaned up the last of the cum-stained tissues under the bed. It’s like Derek hadn’t cleaned his room in over five years… though that certainly wouldn’t have surprised me.

Apparently Jason was checking in on all of us. “Me-Kyle” had been busy making a list and planning for his future, constantly talking about using his full knowledge to become a genius at school and start working out early so he can become some hot popular jock in high school. Meanwhile, “Me-Dad” had locked himself in the master bedroom for the last two hours, though he had been caught coming out of the bedroom once to get some water. Weirdly enough he had been wearing one of his fanciest suits while his face was all flushed and red.

“How are you holding up? You gotten accustomed to your new body and room yet, although technically they’re not new…” He sat down on my bed and motioned his arms around the room, pointing at different workout equipment and trophies as if I would somehow know the story behind them.

“Fine, I guess… lots to take in…” I shrugged my shoulders. Yet again it was weird to be talking to myself, even though I knew technically speaking that wasn’t me I was talking to. I found myself crossing my arms and nervously squeezing my meaty biceps. “Especially this body…”

“Yeah, I can imagine… Like isn’t it weird though? Knowing that this room, this bed, that body and face, even this ugh… musk… surrounding us, is actually yours? That all of this rightfully belongs to you because you are… well… the real Derek. Even though you forgot about it and don’t feel like it belongs to you… deep down you’re still, and have always been, Derek. That’s your true identity after all.“ He said quizzically, suddenly blurting out the very facts you’ve been trying to avoid.

“Jeez. Way to pour salt on the wound man…” I gave him a judging stare, which probably looked very menacing with my Derek face.

“Sorry…” He looked down at his feet shamefully while biting his bottom lips.

I knew that reaction. It’s the same thing I would do whenever Derek would yell at me or find me rummaging through his drawers for “drugs”. Of course I knew he had no drugs. It was just my way of getting back at him for stupid things he had done to me, while also taking the chance to sniff some of his clothes. Clothes and drawers which were now mine…

“Don’t worry about it. You’re right, it is super weird knowing all these things are mine, yet at the same time not really. As much as I think and feel like “Jason”, the truth will always be that I’m actually “Derek”… your older athletic brother, who smells like a locker room full of sweaty rugby players and is hung like a goddamn horse…” I raised my arms and turned my head towards the armpit, but quickly winced out of reflex. Wouldn’t want to get an erection in front of my brother now would I… though technically it was myself…

“H-hung like a h-horse…?” He repeated in disbelief, his eyes staring at me almost hungrily.

“Oh yeah, I might have peeked and even played with it a few times already hehe…” I found myself adjusting my shorts and blushing awkwardly.

“Wow… yeah, I mean, cool. It’s your body after all. You do you…” He looked away shamefully, no doubt trying to hide his blushing cheeks.

I knew what he wanted. After all, we shared the same mind. The same dirty and perverted mind that wanted to feel up his own annoyingly obnoxious but hot older brother’s athletic body. It had been in one of his dreams last week, the same dream I too had experienced. And now, somehow, the opportunity to actually make it happen existed, though I would be experiencing it from the other perspective… which somehow only made it hotter…

“You know… I like the sound of that.” I said with a smug grin on my Derek face, as I quietly closed the bedroom door and slowly walked over to where he sat.

“Huh, what?” He looked up in bewilderment. It must have been so incredibly weird seeing Derek act so seductive in front of him. To see me act so seductive.

“You do you.” I grinned widely, as my shorts suddenly slipped down my ankles.

“Oh, fuck.” He uttered as his mouth fell open, suddenly finding himself staring straight at my painfully hard, musky, and oozing manhood.

“Maybe I will do me after all…”

Source: “I, ME and MYSELF” Interactive Chapters from Writing.com 

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Heads and Tail with Coach

It was after football practice, and coach was in his office as I got out of the locker room showers. It was only the two of us in the gym. Since I was late for practice, my punishment was to stay and clean up after the other players went home. Just as I finished drying off, the lights went out. “What the fuck!” coach shouted behind his closed door. Then I felt a strange tingle in my neck and leaned against a locker door as a moment of nausea came over me. As quickly as it came, it passed, but to my shock it felt like I was no longer in my towel, but instead I was clothed and sitting in a chair behind a desk. The lights came back on, and I looked down to see where I was. Not only was I was in coach’s office, I was looking at his playbook … and his hands! I leaped out of the chair and looked down to see coach’s clothes, still filled out his beefy body, which now moved as if it were my own. I ran his hands ran over his chest and arms, and it felt both normal yet different, the shape familiar from I’ve seen but now through a different perspective. I could sense a different strength and substance from the core of this body - in a way it felt like I had changing a set of clothes, except that the clothes were bulky muscles. Coach burst into the office with my body, clutching the towel shut around its waist. His eyes widened even more at the sight of my head on top of what had only moments before been his body. He stumbled to the chair opposite the desk and dropped on it, jaw-dropped as the situation sank in. For a few long seconds we just stared at each other, not knowing what to do or say. Coach then looked down at my bare chest, and raised my hand to touch it. Tentative at first, the fingers and palm then pressed flat against the pec, then slid along the firm, youthful chest. It then slid to the shoulder, then down then other arm, which flexed to show the hardness and definition. Coach didn’t notice when I stood up and walked around the desk to better see him test and explore my young body. By the time he noticed and looked up, I was leaning against the front of the desk, looking down at him. Our eyes locked for a second, the my gaze went down to the towel, which he followed and discovered a raging erection poking up from under a corner. “Sorry if my dick gets easily hard,” I apologized to coach, “sometimes too easily.” “No…. it’s perfectly normal for guys your age,” he replied as he looked at the throbbing member. “I remember having the same problem.” “Doesn’t seem like the problem’s completely gone away,” I replied, then reached out and grabbed my (now his) wrist, then brought it to rest on his former crotch. The hand slid down the leg, and in the same exploratory motion slid up the inner thigh and back to the crotch. By then a noticeable outline had formed, which he lightly caressed. “Now it looks like we both have the same problem, and I think we both know how to fix it,” I said as I slid coach’s pants down to reveal a swollen cock. After a  last quick look between us, coach dove down and swallowed his body’s erection. Probably driven by the hormones still raging in my body, he sucked, licked, stroked and fondled his cock and balls with the expert knowledge of what worked best on them, which of course he had. In turn, I watched the muscles of my neck, back and arms as they maneuvered coach’s head around, and knew that I, too, wanted to take advantage of the chance to pleasure my own body, too. As if on cue, coach pulled back from his body’s crotch and looked up. “My cock’s getting real close, I can tell.” I nodded. “And it wants to finish somewhere else, doesn’t it.” It was not a question, but a statement of fact coming from my lips. “I can feel your body, it’s like it’s urging me on there. Same with mine, I bet.” Coach nodded back to me, a look of pleading eagerness in his eyes. A rush of aggressive desire washed through me, and it seemed like coach’s body took over, one hand grabbing coach by the next and throwing him over and against the desk, the other hand ripping away the towel to expose my showered ass. Coach’s head was turned to the side, and his look told me that he was bracing for the kind of pounding where he was usually on the giving end. With effort I held back the urge to plunge right in, and instead slide coach’s cock up and down between my own butt cheeks, and used the precum oozing from his cock to gradually moisten and slick my puckering hole. I then started to penetrate my own ass, gradually sliding more in with each pump until coach’s cock was completely inside. His hungry cock pulsed with the burning desire to hammer away, but I held it still while my body accustomed itself to having it inside. Coach grunted and squirmed a bit, but coach’s arms held him down firm, and I lowered his chest and lay it flat against my body’s back, then started again with slow, short pumps. With each one, I guided coach’s cock to certain angles and spots that soon had him groaning. Gradually my ass loosened and started to buck in rhythm to coach’s groin. It was then that I let gave in to the primeval urges screaming into my head, and coach’s body began to slam against mine. I stood erect so that his cock could plunge balls deep. Soon I could feel a rising crescendo build in coach’s balls as they tightened, and then an explosion of cum empty into my warm, wet hole. With its load spent, I gathered up my body in coach’s arms, lifted it up with his cock still in, then sat down in the chair with coach on top, and reached around and wrapped my own cock with coach’s hand. While coach’s other hand massaged my balls, I stroked my cock, now slicked with its own precum, from head to base in a motion I knew would always get me off. And sure enough I could feel through coach’s palm a rush of wet slipperiness, accompanied by coach’s groans and the spasmed tightness I felt gripping coach’s slowly deflating cock. Both spent, we laid still catching our breaths, his body cradling mine, soft cock still inside. I raised coach’s hand and show it to coach’s head, rubbing my body’s cum through it’s thumb and fingers. “Damn, that was good,” he said. Was it because it felt good getting fucked with someone else’s body, or he was proud of the way his body performed? Probably both. “It sure was, coach,” I agreed. For the longest time I had admired coach’s body, for its manliness and authority. And now I had possessed it, given in to it, and now reveled in its form. I ran coach’s cum-slicked hand over my body’s chest and proceeded to massage it from neck to groin, exploring my own body from a new perspective. How long would we stay this way? But for now, I looked down at my resting torso from behind atop coach’s shoulders, and this time vicariously imagined how it must feel.