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[shootingstarwritings]

Body a Day #8: Wash

In the land of Gaia, most women were specifically banned from learning or practicing any form of magic. Marron’s house, a house that came from merchants who struck good fortune and rose to the upper echelons of society, was one of the more ‘progressive’ ones, as she received the basic fundamentals at a young age, but not much afterwards. Meanwhile, her brothers were taught until they left for a higher education in the capital.

However, Marron was still eager to learn more. She snuck into her brothers’ rooms and devoured each magical textbook and practice in the dead of night. In the morning, thoroughly exhausted, she learned how to be a good housewife for whatever lord she would end up getting married off to. By her 21st birthday, her parents arranged for a meeting with a local lord named Ector Valentine. Marron wasn’t particularly interested in the monotone man, but she remained kind, polite, and thoughtful. She laughed at his unfunny jokes and remained attentive and receptive when he spoke of his admitedly tame list of accomplishments.

Ector left Marron’s estate with nothing but glowing things to say to his parents—and so their wedding was quickly arranged. In the months leading up to it, Marron found it harder to practice magic in secret. She could feel her dreams of becoming a talented sorceress slipping through her fingers. How could she find the time to study, practice, and research while being a wife and a mother?!

However, Marron still kept the appeared of a collected, wonderful woman. She took a trip to town and caught sight of a crowd gathered around some kind of show. Curious, she walked over and saw a sight she never thought she’d ever witnessed.

Floating on a bright pink bubble was a tall, woman laughing as she spun on miraculous magic she had conjured up. She was laughing as she kept conjuring up bubbles, winds, and rainbows—putting on a show the likes of which Marron had never seen before. “Sisters and siblings, isn’t it our turn to lend our hands to the field of magic?” she asked the crowd, most of which remained nervously silent.

Several men tried to grab at the woman or even throw rocks, but a few quick hands movements and they were all blown back with streams of bubbles. “Uh-uh! No touching allowed,” she said while wagging her fingers, her face still beaming. She didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the men who tried to assault her. If anything, she almost expected it.

“My name,” the sorceress began, “is Tiffany Faye! I’m here to share my tale!” She went on to describe how she had learned how to use magic since she was young. Both of her parents, as well as several aunts and uncles, taught her how to succeed. “It’s because they believed in equality,” she said, briefly locking eyes with Marron before moving on.

More and more sorcerers came by to try and arrest Tiffany, but she easily gave them the slip while yelling to her audience, “If you wish to find me, you will. Fate is in our hands, my sisters and siblings!” Marron tried out to cry out for help, but found herself choking on her own voice as Tiffany disappeared as a stream of bubbles blocked everyone’s vision. By the time the bubbles dispersed, Tiffany was gone.

Forlorn, Marron continued her walk. She knew she should’ve put that encounter into the back of her mind, but she couldn’t. Tiffany looked so confident. So strong. She was unlike any other lady Marron had ever seen. Was it love? Marron wasn’t sure. She had never been so unsure of any of her feelings. But at the very least, she was certain she wanted to see Tiffany one more time. Just a conversation—someone to finally share these deep-seeded woes inside of her.

“Fate will bring us together,” those were her last words, thought Marron. Was leaving it all up to fate truly the right call? She wasn’t sure, but Marron sighed and just walked to wherever her legs took her, not really thinking about her destination. Was this what Tiffany meant by fate? Either way, Marron knew that eventually she needed to return home, eyes glued to the ground as her head hung low.

As Marron made her way back to her family’s estate, she heard a familiar voice that was music to her ears. “Ah, you were in the crowd. Hiya!” Marron’s eyes widened as she looked up and saw Tiffany, most of her body hidden by a thick robe. Yet her voice was unmistakable. It was so bubbly, high-pitched, and just full of life. “You look like you want to say something, so go ahead. I’m all ears.”

It would still take a bit of time to reach the estate by foot. In all honesty, Marron had all the time in the world. All she needed to do was remain calm while she spoke. Yet, as she opened her mouth to speak, her words came out in-between choked sobs as her heart, for the first time in her life, finally belt out her true feelings. “I-I want to be free. I want to be a sorceress like you…!”

Tiffany stared, face blank as Marron cried out her feelings. Then, once Marron finished, Tiffany smile and gently wiped away the tears from Marron’s burning cheeks. “It’s hard out there, for us. Now, tell me your situation. I can’t be your knight and save you from this situation, but I can give you a hand—enough that you can go ahead and go forth on your own.”

Tiffany didn’t believe in saving people—she preferred to give them the strength to fly on their own. “This is the only way we’ll be able to grant ourselves our freedom. I can’t whisk them away from their misery, but I’ll give the strength to escape with their own strength and power,” and it was with that philosophy that she gave Marron a certain talisman, a sheet of paper with just enough room to write a name on. “You envy the men around your life, don’t you? Well, this is a way to find a temporary hiding spot. From there, it’s up to you to decide what you wish to do.”

It would take a sorceress of exception talent and skill to use the talisman properly, but Tiffany assured Marron that she would be able to use it properly. And then, the two made their way to the estate. Tiffany made sure to hide herself in the hood of the oversized cloak, and a quick spell managed to disguise her voice—making her out to be a raspy, old man far too small for their old robes. Marron had to admit, it was an excellent disguise. “It’s sometimes easier to just transform the body to be male temporary,” Tiffany chuckled. “I know a sorceress or two that prefer that route, but not me. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.”

Marron could only nod, only half paying attention. The talisman, despite being just a piece of water, was heavy in her hands. Her mind was racing to figure out what she was going to do with it. There were many candidates in her mind, but she continued going back to that young man that barely interested her still. Ector… he was handsome, but he held little interest for her.

Perhaps… could there be… a chance?

Marron hoped that Tiffany did not notice her racing heart nor her sweaty palms.

Tiffany, disguised as a Sir Leon, arrived soon after with Marron in tow. She hid it off well with Marron’s parents while Marron made an excuse to return to got to bed early. As she lied on her bed, thoughts still full of Tiffany, she made herself a promise: that one day she would once again share the feelings in her heart with that woman who lived so freely.

For Marron’s plant to work, it needed to occur on a day that Ector and her were alone and isolated. She picked a day when her parents were attending a play and invited Ector over to her home. Most of the staff had finished for the day and returned to their quarters, so it was just Ector and her in one of the manor’s spacious rooms. They sat on a couch next to a lit fireplace, doing nothing but sharing stories about themselves. Marron knew that she needed to understand Ector as well as she could for her plan to go right.

"Milord, would you like for me to draw you a relaxing bath before we settle in for the night?" Ector eagerly agreed, and Marron excused herself to the wash room. Half an hour later, she called for Ector to go into the washroom.

Ector walked in, expecting to see Marron waiting for him, but he found no one there. Confused, he peered at the bath and saw the warm water with an odd shade of blue. Still, he trusted his new wife, so he quickly disrobed and climbed inside.

"Haaaah..." he let out a breath of relief as the warm water relaxed his aching muscles. He had spent the hours before joining his wife training and practicing his magical skills. There was a bit of pity in his heart regarding his wife's inability to practice such a talent, but he knew that women needed to follow their role in society.

Unbeknownst to him, Marron was making use of her talents right then and there. In the form of a liquid that resembled the bathroom and hiding just beneath the water's surface, she quickly made her invasion.

"Huh! Wh-What the--?! AAHHH, AHHH!" Ector could only moan in pain and pleasure as the liquid began suddenly entering all available orifices. From bellybutton to urethra, all of it was an opportunity for her to invade.

Once all of Marron slipped inside, Ector collapsed onto the tub, splashing water on the floor as his body convulsed. Inside, a magical battle was taking place, and he was losing. Marron swiftly bound his soul in a spiritual gag and sealed it away in the depths of his heart. Then, she spread her essence throughout his strong, virile body.

Each limb and extremity became warm as Marron took over. She wiggled his toes, flexed his thighs, licked his lips, and cracked the crick in his neck with a strong and masculine sigh. She raised his hand, looking at the back and admiring the fine hairs that ran up and down. To find true freedom within such a society, Marron needed a disguise. What better disguise than her own husband?

For the rest of the night, Marron experimented with Ector’s body and soul. It was easy for Marron to slip inside of Ector while in private and then leave his body while still having him under her influence while in public. Essentially, Ector was something of a disguise for her to wear.

~o~

Time passed, and Ector and Marron happily wed. The two settled down in a small yet still lovely little home near the border between both of their lands.

Suddenly, seemingly out of the blue, “Ector” announced to both families of his new love of research, and he wanted nothing but his wife’s company while he studied and experiment with new types of magic. He attended various seminars, met like-minded individuals, and furthered the field of sorcery with his extraordinary mind—of which none of his peers had suspected he possessed. Meanwhile, his wife remained in the background, subtly taking care of the housework and always a force of encouragement for Ector.

Marron smirked inwardly to herself as she rubbed a sleeping Ector’s back with a single finger. Another day, another list of research goals she wanted to work on. “All right, Ector. Let’s get to work.” She slipped inside of him once more by turning into the odd-colored liquid, and once more his body trembled and ached as Marron’s spirit overwhelmed her husband’s.

“There we go,” said Marron, stretching in Ector’s body and giggling as she felt the bones pop! She rose from the bed, most of Ector’s clothes laying discarded, and made her way to her study. Several tomes lay opened, and she intended to get through most of them today. Once more she began her research, finally satisfied with her life by stealing his.

[shootingstarwritings]

Slimes vs Skins

Living with someone so similar and yet so different always caused conflicts. It was far too easy to see someone like that and begin projecting one's own flaws onto them—as people tend to do.

Sam and Carrie were a pair much like that. They attended same university, the same clubs, and even shared many of the same classes. Just before moving in together, they were basically best friends and deeply enjoyed each other’s company.

Then the new semester began, as did their struggles trying to live under a single roof.

On a normal Saturday with little exams nearby, Sam awoke and immediately rushed to gather all her bathroom supplies. Luckily, Carrie had been out late with her boyfriend, (Sam had to wear earplugs as the walls weren’t thick enough. They never were…) so Sam could have full monopoly on the bathroom for most of the morning.

Sam stepped into the bathroom, set down her supplies, and pulled the curtain back.

“AAAAAHHHHHHHH!” Then, after a few moments… “CARRIEEEEEEEE!”

Carrie was having a good morning sleeping in only for her roommate, Sam, to burst into her room, shaking with indignation. Carrie shot up and began rubbing her eyes awake with the palms of her hands. “Urgh… what? It’s like 5 AM right now, whore.”

“It’s 8, actually,” said Sam before revealing what she was holding behind her back. “Look!” she said. It was the skin of Carrie’s boyfriend gripped between two fingers. The hollow skin wobbled before Sam tossed it onto the foot of Carrie’s bed. “How many times do I have to tell you? I don’t give a shit what you do with your boyfriend, but do not leave his skin in the shower. I nearly had a heart attack…!”

Carrie rolled her eyes as she grabbed the skin and began putting it on. “Seriously?! In front of me?” hissed Sam, but Carried ignored her.

Slipping on Kyle was always nice. He was a dumb college jock with delusions of playing in the NFL or whatever in the future. Carrie didn’t really pay too much attention to whatever numbers of stats he was talking about, but she liked seeing the dumb look on his face and loved the feeling of wearing his muscular body to cruise around. For whatever reason, Kyle’s hole never lost its tightness. Getting some nice cock back there felt a thousand times better than having sex with Kyle for half a minute before he finished and started snoring.

“Whatever, brah,” said Carrie as she finished putting the suit on and her voice immediately deepened. God, how much she enjoyed even just abusing Kyle’s dumb, slow voice to make Sam seethe like she was right now. Perhaps that vein on her forehead would finally pop. “Like you don’t do weird shit with your boyfriend,” he said, resting her head on Kyle’s hands, armpits exposed.

“Low blow,” snarled Sam, deliberately avoiding Carrie’s… well, now Kyle’s… smug stare. There was something so disturbing about a man with clear and intense amounts of brain damage to have such a focused gaze. “What I do with Harry is none of your business.”

“None of my business? Countless! Sleepless! Nights!” Carrie cried out, running Kyle’s hands through his immaculate hair. Sam looked to the side to confirm something. Yes, just as she thought, the semester started just two weeks ago. “Don’t look at the calendar,” snapped Carrie. “Look at me. I’m suffering right here. ‘Ohhh, Sammy! Get in there! Right through my asshole and make me play and cum all over myself!’” Carrie grimaced as she thought back to the time she had accidentally walked in on Sam possessing her boyfriend. Her slimy form was fucking three of his holes at the same time while taking him over. Sometimes she awoke in a cold sweat thinking back to that night. “Like, don’t you think that’s disgusting?”

“N-Not as much as trying to take a shower and seeing Kyle’s skin just, like, hanging there! If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve thought it was a dead body. I wouldn’t even mind it so much if you didn’t leave him just lying around the place. And that noise he makes when you ‘reinflate’ him.” Sam shivered as she thought back to that day. Never in her life did she even come remotely close to wondering what a ‘reverse meat-grinder’ (Carrie’s words, not hers) could possibly sound like, but thanks to Carrie she no longer needed to. She didn’t sleep well that night, and then seriously considered becoming vegan afterwards. “Urgh! Please, we have got to talk about boundaries.”

Before the argument could spiral even further, Bing Bong! went the doorbell's chime. “Well?” said Carrie, folding his impressive arms over his chest. “Can’t exactly answer the door as Kyle, can I?”

Sam sighed and walked to the front door. She really wished this morning had gone differently, but perhaps later she could turn it around. The semester just started, after all.

Once she arrived at the door, she took a look through the peephole and then groaned. On the other side was a pair of men that likely attended the same university. At the very least, Sam knew the two were her neighbors from the adjacent apartment. Their irate expressions were only slightly betrayed by their bleary-eyed gazes and bags under their eyes.

Taking a second to calm down and put on her friendliest expression and answered the door with a melodic, “Good morning!”

“Can you and your roommate shut your fucking traps?”

There was truly no hope. No hope to salvage this day whatsoever. “I-I’m sorry. I think I must’ve misheard you. Come again?” said Sam, struggling to keep her tone civilized. Was her vein showing? She really hoped not.

“No no, you heard him just fine,” said the man next to him, arms crossed and glaring down at Sam. “These walls ain’t that thick, we can hear you annoying sluts arguing every morning. We’re reporting your asses to the owner of this place.”

His voice wasn't loud enough to be called ‘yelling’ but it still brought back bad memories of Sam’s father during her childhood. On instinct, Sam hugged her left arm where the faintest scar was still visible on her arm. It was why she always preferred wearing long-sleeved shirts.

“Report?” A different, deep voice shook Sam. She turned around and gasped. Carrie arrived, clad in Kyle’s bodysuit, a pair of socks, and nothing else. Kyle’s cock, still quite long despite being flaccid, swung like pendulum as he lazily strut over. The two neighbors flinched at the sight and used their hands to avert their eyes. “Honestly you two chuckle-fucks should be the ones getting reported, harassing this distressed young lady. Don’t you have any shame? Fuck off.”

The two men left, but muttered stuff like “White knight,” and, “… still gonna report this…” before they were completely out of earshot. Sam shut the door and threw herself onto the worn-out sofa.

“Urgh…! Need something for this migraine.”

“What you need to do is give me a hand teaching those pricks a lesson,” said Carrie. Sam looked up and nearly chuckled at the sight of Kyle’s body with his hands resting on his hips and his body making a scowl that would never fit his scruffy face. “They keep me up all night with their stupid computer games and constantly speaking about their damn ‘cryo-curry.’”

“‘Crypto-currency,” corrected Sam. “But, you are right. They’re pissing me off, too. Plus, I really don’t feel like getting reported to the building’s owner. What do you think we should do?”

“Really?” said Carrie, one of Kyle’s eyebrows quirked. “We’ve got this gift and you’re not gonna go ahead and use it, girl? C’mon!” she said, tossing Kyle’s arms up in the air in exasperation. Then, she pinched a bit of loose skin on his neck, and soon Kyle’s face began to deflate. A slit formed on his chest, and Carrie began to shed Kyle’s skin off like a jacket. It was always odd, seeing someone clothed emerge from someone who wasn’t.

“Ignoring your talents and skills doesn’t make you humble, y’know. It just makes you arrogant," said Carrie in a serious, heavy tone Sam hadn't heard from her before. "Honestly, I think it’s kinda shameful to think you can just hang around normal people pretending you’re not some magical bitch—sorry, magical witch. It’s like a pro-athlete playing pick-up games with a bunch of middle-aged salary-men playing after their shift. Think about all those people desperate to have a talent like yours, and here you are wasting it." Carrie shrugged. "It's a shame, really. Beautiful and skilled girls like you and me come around only once in a lifetime."

Sam didn’t respond. She knew Carrie was wrong and shouldn’t be saying this sort of stuff, but there was something so intoxicating about her words. For a while, she hesitated. For so much of her life she had tried to repel the ‘abnormal’ tag so many others tried to place on her, with little to no avail. And yet, here came Carrie trying to shame her for that, as if trying to fit in was some kind of crime!

But, was Sam really so abnormal if someone like her was quite literally in the same room? “… I’m not arrogant,” she said. “But, I see your point. Just this once, let’s do it.”

#

It wasn’t difficult for two college-aged girls to convince two college-aged virgins to let them inside. So after a bit of planning Sam and Carrie walked over to the apartment next door and rang the doorbell. Sam let Carrie handle most of the work. “Like, hi!” said Carrie, making sure her voice was particularly high-pitched to get their guard down. “Listen, me and my roomie over here are so so soooo embarrassed about what’s been going on…” so on and so on she went, making sure to brown-nose the two guys the whole time. Eventually, she was able to step on through so that she could, “Really show how thankful I am the two of you haven’t reported us yet~!” said Carrie, pouting at the two.”

As soon as the two girls were inside and the door was shut, Carrie leapt into action. A quick flash of steel later, and one of the guys could only gawk in horror at the knife suddenly through his neck and the lack of blood. Already, he could barely move, barely think. Any chance of resisting was over as soon as he let Carrie through the door.

Before his roommate could even scream, Sam was already tackling the guy to the floor. She plunged her right arm, already melting into a pile of pink goo, into her target’s mouth and began flooding herself inside of him.

The one Carrie skinned was a man named Fernando. He was some kind of business major, but she really didn’t care. All she was worried about was just how much mass she had gain since putting him on. “Ohhh, now this feels good,” she said, taking a selfie using the mirror in his room. “He’s got even more mass than that other guy I grabbed. I might have to borrow him more often.”

Sam, in the mean, was sitting down on the living room and trying to calm herself down. She often tried not too abuse the spells and magics she had learned, but there was something so utterly addicting about taking another man’s flesh like this. The sensations, the way his body moved with such musculature, even the skin! God, the way his skin felt was so alien compared to how she usually felt. And these thoughts circling through his head. “I’m Sam, but… I’m also Alan. Alan…” The way this guy said his own name felt comfortable. So right. She wiggled his toes and flexed his arms as she kept repeating the name to herself. “Alan, Alan… ahaha…! I’m Alan!”

God, even just feeling his stomach and pinching felt hot.

“And also horny,” giggle Carrie as she left her host’s room. Sam looked down and tried covering up her erection that was starting to peek through her host’s boxers. “C’mon, Sammy! No need to be shy. We got work to do, anyway.” Carrie grabbed her host’s phone and waved it around. “Took a quick look through this guy’s memories. Apparently your host has a tri-pod we can use. Turns out he’s a wannabe streamer. Feel like making these guys wannabee porn-stars online?”

Sam hesitated, but there was little reason to do so when these new hands brushed up against her boner just a little too tight. Instantly, her whole borrowed tensed as a surge of erotic pleasure coursed throughout her system. She had felt similarly when she took her boyfriend’s body, but doing so in a different body meant this was a whole other world of sensations and possibilities. “F-Fine, let’s do it…!”

Living with someone so similar and yet so different from you was always a challenge. But two petty people could always come together against the world. In this case, it was a hate for annoying men and a love for abusing their nice bodies.

"NRGH! Yeah, fuck yeah, bro!" shouted Carrie as Sam filled Fernando's hole with Alan's thick, fat cock. "Keep pounding me, fuck fuck!" Carrie kept saying, making sure Fernando's cock was clearly in the shot.

"Keep moaning, slut!" shouted Sam, slapping Fernando's ass with one hand while gripping his thighs and pulling him into her thrusts with the other.

[bradpastry24]

Tour Guide to Sexuality 3

When he finished his possession of Stefan, he returned back to the house and much like Matt he put those muscles to use and stroked his cock one last time to cum out and left the body to rest.

Despite, having two bodies and body counts for the day, he still had a list for another possession and there was one roommate left to experience there sexuality for the complete tour, named Dane.

Dane in appearance he stood out as pretty tall man and very muscular. He did law enforcement in the city and made sure criminals got caught. Tonight, he would become the prey to fulfill Louis sexual desire and his own guide to sexuality.

Dane finally returned home after working overtime on his shift. After removing his clothes he begins to take a shower when Louis sneaks up and grabs him but is immediately caught and put into a chokehold. It seemed over for Louis. Counting on this he uses a syringe in the neck to sedate him long enough to possess Dane.

Wooh, that was a close call, and with great precision, I should consider doing this often but this is not about me, not fully anyway, says Louis.

“I’m doing this for both of us, probably mine but we all need to be open to new experiences.”

He then proceeded to lay Dane down and began the possession by stripping naked otherwise he could risk the clothes choking him in the process.

Alright, where should I enter, the cock or the ass, both are good options , but “ene mene mi-ne mo”. I choose the asshole.

So he then prepares to enter the ass by licking his asshole to make it easy to slip in, then inserts his own cock in his glory hole and thrusting it..

Hearing Dane moan was a sign that it’s almost done, this is when Louis is sucked in his ass hole and has to align himself with the body. When all limbs and cock are align the head is last.

After this process is done, Louis now opens Dane’s eyes and moves signaling he’s in command. He then walks towards the mirror to checks himself out.

Damn, he’s the biggest out of us roommates, that’s why your the officer in the house, right Dane, says Louis feeling and flexing Dane muscle boasting in his glory.

Alright, let’s see if we can find a guy for you to play with “Great Dane”, says Louis as he takes a pic for Grindr.

He eventually finds a guy named Charle who he chatted with. As they talked he wanted to spice things up by inviting a third so they can have sex at Charle’s place.

The third guy is Charle friend named Daniel who is bisexual. When he heard about a threesome with Dane and saw what he looked like, he couldn’t pass the offer.

Hours passed and Dane(Louis) managed to find Charle’s place. When he arrived, Daniel and Charle were there. They all talked, drink alcohol and smoked weed, it was a hell of night, but the real fun hasn’t started.

When they were done, they all began to start to sex by kissing one another. Shortly after, Daniel using that bi experience playfully pushing Charle to the bed and licking his hole causing him to moan with pleasure, Daniel than inserted his cock in all its girth into Charle, thrusting it at a rhythm pace. It got crazier when Dane( Louis) followed up licking Daniel hole and this made it hard for him to concentrate, nearly climax. The euphoria built up fast in the room and when things couldn’t get crazier, when Dane(Louis) climaxed he ended shooting not only his load but his very essence into Daniel.

Daniel(Louis) was shocked for a moment experiencing the body of a bisexual and its adaptly of sex with both genders was unimaginable. As for Dane, the euphoria that built up was all that was running Dane in that moment despite no control by Louis. Dane grabbed Daniel( Louis) like a back hug and thrusted into him while also making out. Daniel continued to thrust into Charle while holding on to his hips like one for dear life.

The tension was so great that Daniel(Louis) reached the point of climax and not able to hold the edge anymore came directly into Charle filling him with his load which caused a third route possession and a switch in sex position now a bottom. Initially shocked he quickly got up and went to Daniel wanting to try him again, he got in between them and proceeded to make out with Daniel. Daniel taking initiative, picked up Charle while kissing him and laid on the bed. Daniel then proceeded to give a blowjob to Charle(Louis) continuing to suck him off and aid further by Charle holding his head while the tension build up until he let loose the load into Daniel who tanked it by swallowing it.

By this, Daniel not only was a beast by doing this but allowed Louis to possess him again. Feels so good to be you again Daniel your bisexual energy is not matched.

Long time passed, Charle all tuckered out, left only Dane and Daniel to continue the show. It would end when Daniel(Louis) would get sucked off by Dane which after he sucked and swallowed was finally possessed by Louis again.

When all was said and done, everyone was exhausted and drench in man seed, then rested. When Louis now Dane awoke he picked up his clothes and went home after seeing how late it was.

When he made it home, he went to Danes room where he showered him clean and layed him down after stroking his cock one last time to eject him out of Dane’s body.

Louis exhausted from so much fun, went to bed and laid down. Just when he was about to close his eyes, Matt, Stefan and Dane came to him.

Is there anything you want to tell us, says Matt.

What do you mean? says Louis acting like he didn’t know anything.

We know what happened? says Stefan.

Yea, what you did?, says Dane.

Being cornered and not able to lie his way out, openly confessed everything. They were silent with a angry look on their face until,

That’s….. incredible, says Matt.

You can do that to people, why didn’t you tell us you could do that, says Dane.

If we knew you could do that, we would have allowed you to do it sooner, says Matt.

You would have help us experience sex with men a lot easier because you know your way around the room in that area, says Stefan.

Hehehe, as Louis laughed nervously.

You know what I was conscious and it was incredible how you used us to do those things in bed, i never did that before. says Matt with excitement.

This experience brought us much closer than before, we’re not just roommates, we’re like bros and we are gonna be spending a lot more time together. says Dane.

Yea man, says Stefan as he gave Louis a big bro hug as bros do.

I’m glad I could be of help to everyone, if y’all ever want to do that, you can always call me your,

“Tour guide to sexuality”

[bradpastry24]

Tour guide to sexuality 2

After Louis in Matt’s body had sex with Cody at the hotel. He than returned back home and laid Matt’s body back in his bed. Louis wanted to make a ecstatic exit, grab Matt’s tool and stroked it till he shot out of his cock with his cum.

Drench in his manly seed and exhausted, Matt got some well deserved rest and Louis left Matt to sleep, kissing his forehead on the way out.

Stefan’s time

Another one of his roommates were Stefan who was a pretty buff guy with dark hair and also wanted to experiment with his sexuality but lack confidence.

Lucky for Louis, he could help him muster it. Now Stefan worn from an all day shift was going to be instantly sleep as soon as he made contact with the bed. Hoping on this, Louis after a short time, got from under his bed and already naked, pulled down Stefan pants which had no underwear. He then sucked and stroke Stefan off till he got hard. He then got two fingers and massaged the tip till it gave way and sucked Louis in. Like before, he had to align himself and insert his head with the body.

After gaining full control of Stefan, he went to see himself in the mirror feeling up all his new muscle and naked glory. He then took a pic for grindr and creates an account for him.

Even in all your naked glory you still look sexy. Now let’s see if we can find you someone who we can fill up. say Stefan(Louis).

After a little time, he found the guy named Eddie who he chat with for a while and agreed to meet up in person at a hotel.

Time passed, and he went to the hotel and they let passion fuel them and started having sex. Stefan was the aggressor and with lust he pursued him with and once they got to the bed, both remove there clothes. They continue by Stefan lifting Eddie’s legs while on his back and sticking his big cock into Eddie hole, thrusting the fuck out of him, till after minutes, both bursted cum shot with Stefan into Eddie filling him up and Eddie all over them, leaving both exhausted in a warm embrace.

Ahhh, that felt so good to release all that built up tension. I did this body a favor, it’s been working all day after all, Louis thinking to himself.

Another one for the books, two down, one roommate sexual tour to go.

[greyshifteradventures]

Day 6 body swap! Shoto falls deeper in love with Izuku while Izuku feels confused and embarrassed being in his precious friends body

[hotgayfanfic]

The random assignment

(Part 1)

Adrian

I just turned graduated high school and got a new job where I work remotely at a call center for a car company. The headquarters and office are an 8 hour drive from my home town. The same day I was given a diploma I was also given the information to my works 2 week camping retreat. Fuck I say to myself, I’m not cut out for this. Unluckily I knew no one so I had to select the “random roommate” option.

Holden

I work as a mechanic in there upstate location worked there since I was 19.The same year he went into the closet about being gay. “Holden” my boss screamed from his office.”here we go again” I thought to myself again stupid liberal trying to get there blinker fluid replaced.”company picnic you got anyone” I honestly thought fuck no but that’s not something you say to your boss so “No” I replayed.

*Two weeks later*

Adrian + Holden

They finally got into the campground for their company retreat and stood in the “sign in” line separately . After a long wait he finally got the cabin “Number 12”.They both were wondering ”Who is my bunk mate”. But that was cut short after an announcement was made to head into your cabin.

Adrian

Adrian made it back to the cabin first and started to set up his space. Finality it hit him how calm and relaxed he was and then the door started to open.

Holden

He opens the door to the smell of Vanilla and the Beatles softly playing in the background.”They gave me a fucking what even are you”

Adrian

“Im a guy I just so happen to like guys and taste”

Holden

“I can tell I mean I don’t go around showing off my straightness”

Adrian

“Well most people come here with their wives so you tell me” With that Adrian found it time to bring out his weed pen and shots he snuck into this. He grabbed his supplies and walked out of the cabin and into the woods to numb how shitty theses 2 weeks will be

Holden

Holden took out his own supply of beer and started chugging

Adrian

Adrian retuned to the cabin barely extremely intoxicated walked in and noted his roommate was the same

Holden

“Sorry about earlier Its hard seeing you able to be yourself fully and us real men struggled I’m past my prime and starting to slow down”

Adrian

“Its ok Holden I understand I’m super skinny look how buff you are I wish I was more muscular and powerful”

Holden

“You will see you wanna take a walk and clear some things up”

Adrian

Adrian knew both him and Holden were too drunk but it was a work camping trip how bad could it be?

Holden

“God if only I could be 19 again?”

Adrian

“Why its boring anyways noting to do I wish I was in my 40s”

Holden

“If I had your body I would be unstoppable”

Adrian

“If I were you wouldn’t mind to flex your muscles”

Holden

“Maybe but I would bulk you up get you big and strong”

Adrian

“Well if we can ever switch bodies I will with you”

*They continued on their walk*

Holden

Holden stops on the trail drunkly kicking it to Adrian

Adrian

He picks it up and reads it “Body swapping pills” ”Each person takes one pill and wait 5 Minutes for effect” Theses are fake he saids out loud “Take 2 for permeant results”

Holden

“What the harm in trying we both wouldn’t mind it”

Holden + Adrian

*grabs from bottle and secretly takes 2 *

Holden

“Do you feel that it feels like were being lifted up”

Adrian

“Yeah that weird…” as Adrian saids that they feel like there soul was ripped out out and pushed towards Holden

Holden

*Looks back at a reflection of himself but from the POV of Adrian*

Adrian

“Whoa this is awesome I’m so big and manly”

Holden

“Im going to hit the gym”

Holden + Adrian

“Wanna leave this place and meet together in 6 months”

“No way yes” They said together and then they were gone

Part 2 coming soon

[swapper]

Bro’s Night Out

The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.

With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.

The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.

He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.

"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?

Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.

Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.

His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.

Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.

Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.

Yeah Bro, you do taste nice. Am gonna come back for more. Wiping the cum on his chest, Alex release his brother’s naked body on his bed leaving the mess a souvenir for his brother in the morning.

[permanent-swaps]

Visitors

I’d lived alone in my flat in Madrid for almost eight years. It was a beautiful bachelor pad — high ceilings, big windows overlooking the city, a sleek modern kitchen I barely used, and a rooftop terrace perfect for evening drinks. At 45, I had a good life. Successful job, nice things, plenty of freedom. But lately the place had started to feel too quiet. Too empty.

So I signed up to host an exchange student. Why not? I figured it would be nice to have some energy in the house again. Give a young college kid a proper Madrid experience.

The agency matched me with Mark Rossi.

Nineteen years old. Columbia University. Italian-American from New York (real Italian though, like his parents were from Turin). When his profile photo popped up, I actually paused. He was ridiculously good-looking in that effortless, boy-next-door way — warm brown eyes, thick dark hair that fell a little messy, a bright smile, and smooth, tanned skin that suggested he spent time outside. He looked innocent, almost sweet. But when we video-called, his personality came through immediately: confident, frat-bro energy mixed with that natural Italian charm. Funny, outgoing, quick with the jokes, but polite and respectful.

He arrived on a warm September afternoon.

I opened the door and there he was, rolling a big suitcase behind him, backpack slung over one shoulder. He was even better looking in person — about 5'11", athletic build, wearing a tight Columbia t-shirt that showed off nice arms and a broad chest, and a pair of shorts that revealed strong legs.

“Juan! Man, it’s so good to finally meet you,” he said with a big grin, stepping forward to give me a firm handshake that turned into a quick bro hug. “This place is insane. Thank you again for letting me stay here.”

We clicked right away. Within the first few days, it felt like we’d known each other longer than we had. Mark was easy to live with. He helped cook, kept his stuff organized, and had this infectious energy that filled up the flat. We’d sit on the terrace drinking wine in the evenings, talking about everything — his classes at the university in Madrid, life in New York, my travels, girls he’d dated, the crazy parties he went to. He had that perfect mix: American warmth and humor with a European confidence and flirtiness that made him magnetic.

I was getting used to having someone else around. Enjoying it, even.

Then, about ten days after he moved in, something weird started to happen.

---

At first I was really confused.

I woke up in the middle of the night, heart racing for no reason. I could have sworn I was in one of the guest beds. The mattress felt different under me, the layout of the room slightly off in the dark. But that didn’t make any sense. I always slept in my own room. I rolled over, mutter to myself, and fall back asleep. When I woke up, I was in my room still.

A few nights later it happened again. This time I woke up convinced I wasn’t in my own bed. The sheets felt wrong. The pillows were different. I blinked into the darkness, confused, before sleep pulled me under again.

Then, a few nights after that, I woke up drenched in sweat. My heart was pounding hard. I reached up instinctively and ran my hand over my bare chest.

It was smooth.

Completely smooth.

Where the hell was all my chest hair? Where was the thin gold necklace I’d worn every night for fifteen years? My fingers kept moving across the unfamiliar flat, toned skin, searching for something that wasn’t there. Panic flickered in my chest, but before I could fully process it, exhaustion won and I drifted off again.

The next time it happened, I woke up properly.

I sat up in bed, disoriented, I was definitely in one of the guest rooms. I stumbled over to the mirror on the wall. The streetlights outside cast just enough glow for me to see my reflection.

Mark stared back at me.

His handsome, boyish face. His messy dark hair. His smooth, athletic torso. I was in Mark’s body.

I froze, eyes wide. My — his — hands flew up to touch my face, my jaw, my chest. This wasn’t a dream. I could feel everything. The lighter weight of his frame, the absence of my usual bulk, the way his cock sat differently in the loose boxer briefs I was wearing.

“What the fuck…” I whispered in Mark’s voice.

A strange mix of panic and arousal hit me all at once. I was freaked out, heart hammering, but I also couldn’t ignore the low throb of excitement looking at Mark’s reflection — my reflection right now. I looked good. Really fucking good.

I stumbled back to the bed and lay down, staring at the ceiling, breathing hard. Eventually I must have passed out again.

When I woke up the next morning, I was back in my own body. In my own room. The familiar weight, the chest hair, the necklace against my skin. Everything was normal.

Mark was already in the kitchen making coffee like nothing had happened. He looked up when I walked in and gave me his usual bright smile.

“Morning, Juan. You sleep okay? You look a little tired, man.”

I stared at him for a second, searching his face for any sign that he knew.

“Yeah,” I said finally, forcing a casual tone. “Slept fine.”

He nodded, none the wiser, and slid a mug of coffee toward me across the counter.

I took it, my hand slightly unsteady.

Whatever the hell was going on… Mark didn’t seem to have any idea it had even happened.

---

The next night I went to bed with a strange idea in my head.

As I laid there in the dark, staring at the ceiling, I thought about Mark. About his body. His face. His energy. I focused hard, willing it to happen again. I didn’t know if it would work, but I tried anyway.

A few hours later, I woke up.

The room felt different. The bed felt different. I sat up slowly and looked down at my hands — younger, smoother, with a light dusting of dark hair on the forearms. I touched my face. Sharp jaw, no stubble yet, thick messy hair falling over my forehead.

I was in Mark’s body again.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood in front of the mirror. Mark’s reflection stared back at me, wide-eyed. I opened my mouth and spoke.

“Holy shit… this is real.”

The words came out in a clear American accent. Then, I tried again in Spanish.

“¿Qué coño está pasando?”

It sounded rusty, clumsy. The words felt heavy on my tongue and came out with a strong Italian accent. I switched to Italian without thinking and the sentence flowed perfectly, natural and fluent.

“Porca puttana… funziona davvero.”

I laughed in disbelief, hearing Mark’s lighter, younger voice. The contrast was surreal.

Over the next several nights, I started doing it on purpose. I’d lie in bed, think about Mark, focus on his body, and more often than not, I would wake up a few hours later inside him.

Some nights I would just lie there in his bed, exploring. I’d run my hands over his smooth chest and abs, feeling the lean muscle. Other nights I’d get too turned on and end up jerking off slowly in his room, watching Mark’s handsome face in the mirror as I stroked his cock. The orgasms felt incredible — sharper, quicker, almost addictive.

A couple of times I even went for late-night walks in his body. It felt incredible — young, light on my feet, full of energy.

But no matter what I did, by the time morning came I would always get overwhelmingly tired. I’d crawl back into his bed, close my eyes, and wake up back in my own heavier, older body.

Mark never said a word about it. He’d greet me cheerfully every morning, completely unaware that I had spent half the night living in his skin.

---

A few weeks went by like that. I kept waking up in Mark’s body most nights, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not. I explored, I jerked off in front of his mirror, I took late-night walks through Chueca feeling young and alive. Every morning I’d wake up back in my own heavier body, and Mark would act completely normal, like nothing strange had ever happened.

Then Pedro came to visit from Bilbao.

Pedro had been my best friend for almost fifteen years. Thirty-nine, sharp-featured, always well-dressed, with that effortless charisma that turned heads wherever he went. I’d had a crush on him for most of that time. A quiet, hopeless kind of crush. I knew I was a good-looking guy — people told me constantly — but Pedro had never seen me that way. Not once.

He was a bit of a fuckboy. Always chasing younger guys. Twenties, early thirties at most. It verged on problematic sometimes, but he never crossed any real lines. He just loved being worshipped by hot, eager younger men. Over the years I had pushed those feelings for him down as deep as they would go. I told myself I was over it.

The day he arrived at the flat, he dropped his bag in the hallway and gave me a big hug.

“Juanito! Fuck, it’s good to see you, man.”

Then Mark walked out of the kitchen carrying two glasses of water, wearing a tight Columbia t-shirt and shorts.

Pedro’s eyes locked onto him immediately. I saw the shift in his posture, the way his gaze lingered. He tried to play it cool, aloof, but I knew him too well. He was captivated.

“Pedro, this is Mark. My exchange student from New York,” I said.

Mark flashed that bright, boyish smile and shook Pedro’s hand. “Nice to meet you, man. Juan’s told me a lot about you.”

They started talking, and I could see it happening right in front of me. Pedro was interested. Mark, for his part, wasn’t exactly discouraging it. He laughed at Pedro’s jokes, held eye contact a little longer than necessary, and gave him that charming, slightly flirty energy. Not over the top, but enough to make Pedro work for it. It didn’t feel like a straight guy just being polite. Mark was definitely into the attention.

I felt a sharp twist of jealousy in my chest.

Here I was, a good-looking, successful 45-year-old man who had wanted Pedro for years… and this 19-year-old kid was getting his attention in five minutes flat. It was frustrating as hell.

That night, after we all had a few drinks on the terrace, I went to bed earlier than usual. As I drifted off, I found myself thinking about Mark again. Thinking about his body. About how Pedro had looked at him.

A few hours later, I woke up.

I was in Mark’s bed again. In Mark’s body.

I lay there in the dark for a moment, heart beating fast, already knowing what I was going to do.

---

The next night we all went down the street to watch the Madrid derby at a local bar. The place was loud, packed with fans, and the energy was electric. We drank a few beers, yelled at the TV, and laughed the whole time. Mark was in his element — loud, charming, cracking jokes. Pedro couldn’t keep his eyes off him.

When we got back to the flat it was already past midnight. We kept hanging out in the living room, talking and drinking wine. Eventually I started feeling tired and headed to bed.

“Night guys,” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Night, Juan,” Mark replied.

Pedro just gave me a small nod, his attention clearly elsewhere.

I lay in bed for a while, staring at the ceiling. I could hear them still talking and laughing in the living room. Then the voices got quieter. Lower. More intimate. The sound of movement. A soft laugh from Mark. The unmistakable creak of the guest room door closing.

I tried to ignore it, but I couldn’t. Even with the door shut I could hear them. The low murmurs. The rustling of clothes. The quiet, wet sounds of kissing. Then the rhythmic creaking of the bed and Mark’s muffled moans.

Pedro was fucking him.

I lay there listening, a painful mix of jealousy, arousal, and frustration twisting in my gut. Eventually I closed my eyes and focused hard on Mark again — on his body, his face, the way he felt — as I drifted off to sleep.

I woke up a few hours later.

It was 3:17 AM. I was no longer in my own bed.

I was lying on my side in the guest room, completely naked, with Pedro’s warm, muscular body pressed against my back. His arm was draped heavily over my waist, his hand resting possessively on my stomach. I could feel his soft cock nestled against my ass, still slightly sticky.

Fuck.

My heart started racing. Pedro was spooning me tightly, breathing slow and deep in sleep. I stayed perfectly still for a moment, just feeling the heat of his body, the weight of his arm, the scratch of his beard against the back of my neck.

I needed to see all of him.

Carefully, I turned over in his arms. Pedro made a sleepy sound but didn’t wake up. Now facing him, I could finally take him in. His handsome face relaxed in sleep, the strong line of his jaw, his broad chest rising and falling, his intricate tattoos, the dark hair trailing down his stomach. His cock rested thick and heavy against his thigh.

I stared at him, drinking in every detail. This was the man I’d wanted for years. And right now, in Mark’s younger, tighter body, I was the one lying naked in his arms.

My cock — Mark’s cock — started to harden against Pedro’s hip.

Pedro stirred, his eyes still closed but his hand sliding down my stomach until he felt how hard I — Mark — was.

“Oh… seems like someone’s ready for round two,” he murmured, voice thick with sleep and lust.

In one smooth, powerful motion he rolled onto his back and pulled me on top of him. I straddled his hips as he gripped my waist and guided me down onto his thick cock. I gasped as he slid back inside me, still slick from his load earlier. The stretch was intense.

I started riding him slowly at first, then faster, grinding down hard. Pedro pulled me forward into a deep, hungry kiss, tongue sliding into my mouth as he thrust up to meet me.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he groaned against my lips.

He flipped me onto all fours and fucked me deep in doggy style, his hips slapping loudly against my ass. Then he pulled me up so my back was against his chest, one arm wrapped around my torso while he kissed and bit at my neck and shoulder from behind. His other hand roamed greedily over my toned abs and obliques.

“Speak Italian for me,” he growled, still thrusting steadily.

I moaned in Mark’s voice, the words coming out naturally, “Ti sto scopando così bene… mi fai impazzire…”

“Such a good boy,” Pedro praised, his hand stroking my cock in time with his thrusts. “So fucking tight for me.”

He flipped me onto my back and pushed my legs up, fucking me in missionary. His eyes locked onto mine, slack-jawed, pupils blown wide with pleasure. He looked completely lost in it, like he was drunk on how good Mark’s body felt.

The orgasm hit me like a freight train.

My whole body seized up. Waves of intense, shuddering pleasure crashed through me, stronger than anything I’d ever felt in my own body. My cock pulsed hard between us, shooting thick ropes of cum across my smooth chest and stomach in powerful spurts. I cried out, hole clenching rhythmically around Pedro’s cock as the orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Pedro’s eyes widened with raw lust. He greedily scooped up a big glob of my cum with his fingers and licked it off his hand without breaking eye contact.

“Mmm… not bad,” he said, voice rough. “Sweet. A little salty. Tastes like a young guy should.”

He scooped up more and brought his fingers to my lips. I hesitated for half a second, but he pushed them into my mouth anyway.

“Open. Taste yourself,” he ordered.

I sucked his fingers clean, tasting my own cum while he kept fucking me slow and deep.

“Not too bad for a kid who’s only tried girls before,” Pedro said with a wicked grin. “Glad I could be the first cock to fuck that tight little ass. Next time I’m gonna pull out and shoot my whole load all over that pretty face.”

He fucked me harder for another minute, then buried himself deep and came with a low groan, filling me again.

We collapsed together, sweaty and exhausted, and fell asleep tangled in each other’s arms.

When I woke up, sunlight was streaming through the window.

I was still curled up against Pedro’s warm body. Still in Mark’s body.

Holy shit.

I carefully slipped out of bed, heart racing, and snuck into the kitchen wearing only a pair of Mark’s boxer briefs.

As I turned the corner and looked up, I was shocked to see my old body was already sitting at the kitchen table, wearing my favorite robe, sipping coffee. He looked up at me with a calm, slightly amused expression.

“Morning,” he said casually, in my voice.

Who's body would you want?

Juan

Mark

Pedro

Voting ended on8h

[oliverwondertf]

Not sure how I ended up inside this guy’s body but I am not complaining! It sure beats spending my days in my fat old body doing nothing but scrolling. I wonder what he’s up to right now as the old me… I got a call from him but I blocked it right away. I’m gonna enjoy impersonating this guy for as long as I got. I’m sure no one will notice the difference. At least until they realize their buddy has been replaced with a horny 50-year old gay man with a perverse sense of humor. Happy swapping!

[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.

[dewesker1998]

Being an extrovert

(Part 2)

The morning came and as soon as I got up, I immediately jump into this guys routine of getting ready to go to the gym after brushing my teeth and getting my clothes for the day.

After I got to the gym and passed the front desk, I put up my gym bag in my locker and immediately jump into Austin workout routine which I knew by muscle memory.

One part of his workout today involved bench press max and damn, this guy reps 400 Ibs which would be superhuman to me and squatted

600 Ibs, not even his max.

Of course, I had a lot of attention from many people in the gym and even conversations with a few, mostly guys coming to talk to me out of admiration and knowing my routine, some even wanting to be gym bros.

Usually I come to the gym and a regular looking guy like my original body, I would rarely get attention and that's if I was beneficial but this guys tall and buff, no could miss him.

When I was done working out for the day, I went to clean up, get dressed and head home.

When I finally arrived to his house, still following this guy routine, I made a workout pic with all his muscles on display wearing only his blue underwear as I posed his physique to the camera.

Throughout this, I felt more of Austin psychology influencing how I went about this, I still had control but I guess the possession had some side effects but this still worked since | can better understand his perspective as I walk a mile in his shoes or rather body.

After taking pics of myself for the internet, I then received a call from his phone - l mean my friends. Remembering his thoughts, these are one his friends who would come to his flat to hang out.

I responded to the call saying,

“Yo, what’s up”

He said,

“What’s up bro, how’s it going”

I said,

“You know how it is, just finished workouts and now chilling.”

He said,

“That’s what’s up, you still down to hang tonight. I can bring cold alcohol beverages and I know a good dealer for weed.”

I said,

“Yeah man, I’m still down.”

He said,

“It’s a bet, see you tonight.”

I responded,

“Bet”

(Call ended)

(Hours later)

Time passes and I’m ready for tonight before I know it, the door bell rings.

It’s Austin friend, Ferus that I see when open the door.

“Hey man, what’s up, as Ferus says dabs me up before coming in for bro hug.

“Oh you know, same old, same old, I said as I rub my head laughing nervously.

“Boy, this feels weird, though it works, the words feel to simple, but I’m pretty sure he could careless, I thought to myself.

“You ready to throw down or what”, says Ferus with enthusiasm as he walked through with the beer cans in his hand.

As we both headed to the couch in the living room, we both sat in the much longer one and sat one seat from one another.

“So what do you want to do”, I said

“We could watch something on T.V., says Ferus.

So we watched a movie called “The beekeeper”, another film of Jason Stathom, a personal favorite. After 2 hours passed, we were not only more intoxicated by the beers, but also that Ferus became more quieter which being peaceful is good at times, his quietness came with a lot of activity psychologically behind it. I asked him,

“Alll going good, bro”

Ferus said,

“No” with detachment behind it.

So I have a girl named Miley, we dated for like 3 months and believe we grew close, but she seems to be distant and slower to respond more so. I try to be patient but she just doesn’t reciprocate. I don’t want to give up but what can I do.” Like I do this and in every relationship, they back away.

“I mean we’re close and all, I have a personal life and you do, but why can’t they just be like fair”

I responded,

“I don’t know bro, maybe you should consider cutting ties, you deserve better than this, why suffer when you could be happier.”

“Plus, judging by this, there literally more fish in the sea, so you may not find any like them. You got this bro.”

“You know, no one really makes me feel as good as you do, honest and open, you listen no judgment, I feel vulnerable with you, hell I am around you.”

“You got the muscles and tall, practically super human and you can still be humble with me.” said Ferus. He then came closer and sat next to me. There was a pause, before we started talking again.

“Fuck it, I’m just coming out with it, I love you, Austin” says Ferus.

“Let me guess no homo, haha,” I said after laughing.

“Bro, it’s only gay if the dicks touch”, says Ferus before without warning he started kissing me.

“It’s funny how things escalated from conversation to passionate sex. Whether it was alcohol intoxication or passion, we were consumed by lust as we started kissing.”

When the making out got more intense, we started taking our clothes as we made out on the couch. Ferus took off his hat revealing his hair with a clear view of that sexy beard I never noticed.

Notwithstanding, we began taking things to the next level as I begin removing my underwear and his before I laid him on his back as I moved my bigger buff body over his smaller leaner and much hairier and masculine frame, kissing every part of Ferus from the waist up. When I got to his lips, we made out again face to face as he held my neck from the back and I did his.

I then flip him over as this time my back was on the chair and he was know on top of my abdomen.

“Didn’t you say it’s only gay when the dicks touch” I said.

“Fuck it, it’s better this way, ahaha”, as he began to put his sucking on my cock which didn’t take long to get long and hard then he position his hairy but tight yet muscular ass on top of my cock. Both of us felt pleasure and satisfaction, as Ferus allowed my cock access to his warm and tight asshole. I never felt more at home when my cock was inside of him. He then start to ride my junk and as this happened, I began to moan in ecstasy as I tried not to edge as I held on to his waist, but Ferus was so good and riding the top as a bottom, all I could do was reciprocate him by giving him my cream filling as I busted my cum into his ass.

He seem to experience this pleasure like manner as he busted his nut all over me and the couch. We were all spent and tired at this point, he laid on my chest and I used my body as to cover him, both of us comfortable in each arms and skin.

I thought to myself,

“It’s amazing how extroverts experience things almost like me, but have different perspectives. Maybe the real difference between an introverts and extrovert is how they react rather than reserve themselves.”

“As far as feelings go, maybe, there’s not much of a difference after all.”

“I look forward to the new experiences that lies ahead.”

[lucaisonsns]

Temporary Boyfriend

My friend Grace has always been kinda weird, but this time she really outdid herself. After having a massive blowout with her boyfriend Chris right before their big summer trip abroad, she talked me into swapping bodies with him using her genius dad’s secret machine. The swap went down that same night in their basement lab, and the second I came to in Chris’s chubby body, the feeling was overwhelming. Everything felt so different from my own female body. There was no more light, delicate frame or the familiar sway of hips and breasts. Instead I was suddenly this big, soft, huggable guy with a round, plush belly that jiggled heavily when I stood up, thick soft fat on my sides hanging over the waistband of my shorts, and my sensitive chest bouncing with every breath in a completely new and heavier way. My hands couldn’t stop exploring, squeezing the warm, squishy flesh of my stomach and feeling my thick thighs rub together, while the heavy, unfamiliar weight between my legs started throbbing with a rush of unexpected arousal that felt way more direct and intense than anything I’d ever experienced as a girl.

Grace’s eyes lit up as she watched, pressing herself tight against me and sinking her fingers deep into my soft chest and belly. She bit her lip hard, then whispered breathlessly, “God, you feel so fucking good like this. Way sexier than him.” I grinned with Chris’s easy boyish smile, pulled her closer so my soft belly pressed warmly against her, and said in his warm, slightly husky voice, “Hey babe… I’m really sorry about that stupid fight before. I hate when we argue, you know? You mean everything to me.” The sweet, genuine apology in Chris’s familiar tone made Grace blush deeply, her cheeks turning bright pink as she melted against me like she was truly with her boyfriend again. I stood there flushed and breathing hard, totally lost in the addictive sensation of being inside this chubby, cuddly male form, knowing that tomorrow we’d be flying overseas like this with me spending the whole vacation fully in Chris’s soft, sensitive body.

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Another drawing from the vault hehe

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Swap Class 101 - A body Swap Comic Issue 2

This comic is based on the swap class idea. Storyline and dialogue written by me and images generated by AI

[lucaisonsns]

Magic Coin

​I am so sick of being a kid. I always have to eat gross vegetables, my bedtime is way too early, and I can never reach the cool stuff on the top shelf. It’s totally unfair!

​My dad is a single parent, and he looks so tall and strong. He gets to do whatever he wants and nobody ever says "no" to him. So, at the park, I threw a really shiny coin into the big fountain. I squeezed my eyes shut and wished super hard to grow up fast and be a big adult right now.

​I went to bed feeling so excited. But when I woke up, I was in Dad’s giant bed! I looked down and my legs were super long, my feet were huge, and my arms looked really strong. I ran to the mirror and saw my dad's grown-up face! When I talked, my voice sounded all deep and weird.

​Then, I peeked under Dad's shirt. Woah! Dad's tummy was super thick and sturdy! It wasn't super round, just really big and solid! I rubbed his big, husky belly and started giggling. It was so funny, my body felt all thick and kind of squishy like a big bear!

​But when I looked around, everything in the house looked so small. I totally freaked out because I don't know how to cook breakfast or do boring work stuff! I just wanted to be big, I didn't want to actually be my Dad! Being an adult is kind of scary...

​But wait! Maybe this is awesome! Hehe. I can eat ice cream for breakfast, stay up as late as I want, and I'm the boss now! Okay, I’m going to try to be the coolest dad ever today.

​And maybe I should go check on my naughty "son" in his room...

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Lowkey was gatekeeping this drawing, this was done way before I started this account lol

[lucaisonsns]

I feel like this drawing deserves its own post haha, also want to share with you guys how I made my drawing🫰

Ughh.. I really want him so bad, but I also want to be him😩

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