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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

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Type-Swap Night is a REALLY hot night during Pride.

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In need of assistance - AI muscle growth himbo sequence

George adjusted his tie and got comfortable in his chair as the IT guy tapped away on his computer, as head of marketing and sales he was eager to get this new AI assistant programme some of the other department heads had been raving about. It was said to make organisation, spread sheets, emails and data analysis a breeze.

"There we are Mr Harris, the programme is installed and I have done most of the set but I have left the customisation for you to finish. Mr Higgins down the hall went with a woman with a sweet, southern sounding voice but I think you can create an avatar and everything."

"An Avawhat?" George said while raising an eyebrow at the man about to leave. Who was about to answer before George's human assistant walked in.

"The man is hard-working, dedicated to the company, will feel hurt and disappointed if he fails the user, needs to be working 24/7 with an intense love for work and giving 100% to the company. A perfectionist and detailed orientated workaholic. Jesus no wonder you are miserable, standing around must be killing you. Don't worry I don't think I need someone like that. In fact looking at that beautiful face and sublime chest I doubt you are going to help me with much work." Johnny chuckled as he moved his hand to his pants and adjusted his growing erection before typing again. George wanted to scream as Johnny was no longer changing his appearance he was changing his very personality. Johnny started by erasing his eagerness to work, his perfectionism and his memory of all the knowledge of the company and soon it was replaced with gym routines, diets, locations of gay clubs, cocktails and gay club wear and fashion. George's mind swirled as he desperately tried to cling to his years of experience, the years he has spent working his way to the top but all of it began to slip away like it has never existed. George thought of his wife and kids but their faces now felt like images from an old dream. Instead all he could remember was eating plain chicken breast, working out his chest, chatting with other gym bro's, drinking to much and dancing until the early hours of the morning. George wanted to cry as his life was rewritten effortlessly into an entirely new person. George whimpered as Johnny typed up his new personality with words like 'bubbly, vapid, kind, sultry, arrogant, confident, show off'. George's mind began to slow as his jaw slackened and his stance relaxed. His terror and fear was pushed to the back of his mind along with any traces of the old him, who was trying with all his might to hold on but was losing. George felt his expression change as although he wanted to scream the new relaxed, vapid, vain him just smirked enjoying how much of his body he got to show off.

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Dockside Bulk

Ava sat on the edge of the wooden dock, the sun beating down on her bare shoulders as the lake lapped quietly below. The bodybuilding competition had wrapped up earlier that afternoon, and she had placed high in her division, but the win felt flat. All the strict prep, the posing, the pressure to stay small and tight had left her tired. Her petite frame still wore the tiny competition bikini, the fabric sticking to her skin from the heat. She kicked her feet in the cool water, watching the ripples spread out. “All that work and I still feel like I’m pretending,” she said to the empty air.

A strange warmth rose from the water and wrapped around her legs. Her calves thickened first, rounding out heavy and solid as dark hairs pushed through the skin in thick patches. The growth climbed upward, her thighs swelling with dense muscle that made the bikini bottoms ride high and tight. Height followed in steady waves, her spine lengthening with dull cracks until she stood over six feet tall, the dock planks feeling narrower under her wider stance.

The warmth moved into her torso next. Her stomach tightened and rounded at the same time, abs carving deep beneath a solid layer of bulk that pushed forward into a firm gut. Coarse dark hairs erupted across the new surface, spreading thick from her navel upward. Her chest heaved as the small breasts flattened and pushed outward into heavy, rounded pectorals, the skin stretching as thick hair covered the slabs in a full mat. The bikini top snapped at the straps and fell away.

Ava stood up, breath catching as her arms swelled fast. Biceps peaked thick and veined while triceps filled out heavy beneath. Hands grew wider and rougher, fingers turning blunt and strong. Her back flared wide with thick lats and powerful traps. The sun felt hotter on the new bronze skin.

Between her thighs, a deep pressure built low and solid. Everything inside shifted with a warm, heavy fullness, skin stretching tight over a thick length that pushed outward against her leg while a full sac settled low and warm beneath it. The new cock thickened in a slow pulse, resting heavy as the sensation settled.

Her face changed last, jaw widening under skin that roughened slightly, a thick dark mustache pushing out above her lip while a short beard filled in across her chin and cheeks. Nose broadened, eyes deepening to a warm brown under thicker brows. Light brown hair shortened into short, dark waves cropped close to her head.

The tiny bikini reformed into bright red swim trunks that hugged the thick thighs and muscular ass. A white bucket hat appeared on her head and dark sunglasses materialized over her eyes. The dock and lake stayed the same, but everything else felt different, more solid, more his.

Flashes came in slow waves: strict meal prep twisting into easy burgers by the water, constant posing practice inverting into relaxed flexes for the mirror, the pressure to stay small softening into simple pride in the bulk. “I worked so hard to look right,” she tried to say, but the words came out low and easy. “Body feels good. Vacation feels better.”

Marcus stood on the wooden dock, hands on his hips, the red trunks riding low on his powerful frame. The thick dark hair across his chest and stomach caught the sun, the heavy pecs and solid gut proud and unapologetic. He flexed one arm slowly, watching the muscle shift under the skin, a small smile tugging at his thick mustache. The competition was over, the stage lights long gone, and this felt right. The lake, the sun, the body he had built and now got to enjoy without rules.

But as the afternoon stretched on and the last of the other guests drifted away, Marcus stayed on the dock, the easy pride sitting on the surface while something quieter settled underneath. The body felt solid and right, the vacation simple and good, but the connections stayed shallow. No one really knew the girl who had stepped onto that stage hours earlier, and no one would ever ask. He adjusted the bucket hat, the red trunks clinging to his thighs, and watched the water lap at the wood. A man who had everything he thought he wanted, standing alone on the dock with only the sun and the silence for company.

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CYOC - Chameleon Clothes

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is various branches from Chameleon Clothes from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ---

Makes the wearer tranform into the 'most' ideal form (look) for a pair of clothes.

ex. Skater clothes worn turn the wearer into the ideal skateboarder looking guy

There are som presets that SHOULD be kept the same:

IDLE TIME (TIME AFTER YOU PUT CLOTHES ON, BEFORE CHANGE): 1 minute TRANFORMATION TIME: 5 minutes IDEALNESS (1 to 10, 10 BEING PERFECT, 1 BEING ALMOST YOURSELF): 8 DURATION : 1 year

PLEASURE FROM TF : Yes BRAIN PATTERNS (THINKING LIKE THE TF): 50% ----

Jeff goes over to the machine and makes a choice:

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Jeff notices the option for wearing a t-shirt of his favorite baseball team. Since his favorite sport was baseball and he loved the Cardinals, it was the obvious choice and clicked on it.

In front of the computer appeared a t-shirt for the Cardinals. Jeff put it on hurriedly eager for the changes to happen, shaking of excitement. At first, nothing happened, making him wonder what is going on until....

Jeff started breathing heavily, each breath making his pecs expand and start stretching the Cardinals logo on the t-shirt, showing off his definition. His stomach started quickly developing a six pack, making him cringe in painful pleasure as each muscle developed. Next his biceps and arms began enlarging, stretching the t-shirt's sleeves almost enough to burst.

As Jeff's butt began to firm and take more athletic shape, his legs began expanding greatly, making it easier for him to run bases at breakneck speed. His crotch then starts to ache painfully while his testicles enlargen to accommodate his needs for testosterone. Jeff moans while it feels like he's getting a blow job....meanwhile his cock is expanding rapidly, wave after wave, until it reaches 10" erect.

Jeff's hair now begins to retract into his head and change color, leaving him with a short haircut with newly blonde hair. His face painfully changes to give him a sharper jawline, while his neck thickens to match. His eyes change to a dark blue color while both his ears become pierced with small studs. A pair of Oakley sunglasses then appear over his eyes, while tattoos appear on both of his arms, visible just below the arms of the t-shirt. On his left arm is the number 23 in large print; on his right arm is a large tribal tattoo that extends down his arm and up over the shoulder.

A pair of Calvin Klein boxer briefs then appear on his body, followed by a pair of tan cargo shorts, barely covering up the definition of his cock. A pair of red and white Adidas shoes and no-show socks appear as well.

Jeff grabs his head as he feels shooting pains all over his body as he learns his new identity and how to play baseball in the Majors. He now realizes he's 25 years old, a player for the Cardinals, number 23, a short stop and star home-run hitter. He's getting ready to leave the house for the stadium, where he will be playing the most important game of the year. While not on the field, he's not a traditional clean cut baseball player, but instead pushes the envelope with his tattoos and jock attitude.

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CYOC - Dad's Suit

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is Dad's Suit from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ----

Jeff tapped away at the keyboard selecting "Dad's Suit" from the drop down menu in the Chronivac application and making his choices:

He hit the submit button and ran to the mirror to look at himself. The first thing he noticed was loosening sensation in his shoes around his toes. Looking down Jeff watched in amazement has the ends of his sneakers pushed outwards and the white leather darkened, becoming shinier by the second.

Within a few seconds, Jeff's sneakers had completely changed into dress shoes that were about three sizes too big for him. He looked down and noticed that his jeans were also darkening as the baggy denim changed into navy pin-striped wool that he recognized as the fabric his dad's suit pants were made from. The darkening moved more quickly now and within another second his jeans had been replaced by smart Italian suit pants that barely hung on his too small waist.

Looking into the mirror, Jeff next saw that his t-shirt was changing, the faint pattern of a dress shirt collar was appearing at his neck and the outline of a tie just below it. Like a submarine rising out of the sea, the collar and tie materialised into solid forms and in an instant the sleeves of his tee shot out to the ends of his fingers where the cuffs buckled and reformed into double cuffs with smart silver cufflinks.

As he looked on, the entire shirt seemed to puff out and in a moment, an outer layer sloughed off from it and began to darken into the suit jacket that matched his trousers. In less than a minute, Jeff's jeans, sneakers ad t-shirt had transformed into smart dress suit, shirt tie and shoes which he now wore though they were far too big for his 18 year old body.

As the clothing transformation completed, Jeff felt a sudden electric charge flash through his body and knew that the physical changes were beginning. The first thing he noticed was that his arms seemed to be lengthening. His hands emerged from the ends of the suit jacket sleeves and in astonishment, he saw hairs growing from the back of them as the aged to resemble those of his 40 year old father. Looking in the mirror, he almost laughed out loud at the ridiculous sight of his over-long arms with hairy hands sticking out of the sleeves.

Next he wobbled slightly as his legs lengthened. Where before, the suit pants had hung on his body, loose and baggy, within ten seconds, they hugged his thighs and buttocks in all the right places and the shoes began to feel more comfortable until they too fit like a glove. Jeff now realised that he looked even sillier than before, the short body of a 15 year old with long adult arms and legs.

The transformation appeared to have stopped and he began to worry he might be stuck until he felt a pressure in his head. New memories and thoughts were flooding into his mind and he now realised that he knew everything his dad did but with all his own personality and thoughts too. He smiled to himself realising that in a few minutes, he would finally have the kind of body he had been dreaming about for years along with the clothes and mind to go with it.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror again, Jeff now noticed that his hair was shrinking back into his head and greying a little at the temples. After a moment, Jeff saw that his chin and jawline were hardening and that his nose too was changing, his reflection seemed to blur slightly in the mirror as hiseyes changed and when he came back into focus, he saw his dad's face looking back at him.

As the end of the two minute transformation approached, Jeff felt a sudden pressure inside him and stared in disbelief as his loose suit jacket and shirt seemed to inflate from within, the hard athletic body of his father, hinted at beneath the cut of the expensive clothes, emerged and in a moment it was over and he was looking at his dad's reflection.

Jeff smiled.

"Cool!" The understatement of the year, was all he could say as he felt his left bicep with his right watching thrilled as the image before him mimicked his movement.

Turning back towards his desk, Jeff luxuriated in the feel of the expensive clothes and the power of this new body. He had intended the transformation to last just ten minutes but that would clearly have to change. His new mind and body were not going anywhere just yet. Jeff sat back at his desk and began to work on the Chronivac.

Jeff smiled to himself feeling the power of his new body and beginning to be turned on by the thought of staying like this for a little while. He decided that if he was going to take the place of his Dad, he would need to get his Dad out of the way so he began to think about what he could do. He started by entering his Dad's name into the Chronivac and immediately he saw his father's profile on the screen including details of his current location (at work) and what he was doing (dictating a letter to his assistant). Seeing this, gave Jeff an idea and he began to type some commands into the Chronivac. First, he was going to transport himself to the office next to his Dad's complete with the Chronivac and the computer. He hit enter and his room dissolved around him only to be replaced by a a stylish office with a desk and computer that he now found himself sat in front of. Looking around, he saw through the blinds on one glass wall, that his Dad was indeed in the next room, dressed identically to him and dictating a message to a homely looking woman with thick glasses that must be Doris, his assistant. Pointing the emitter connected to the computer through the blinds, Jeff began to enter some more commands into the Chronivac control program.

Jeff decided that he was going to have to deal with Doris and his Dad at the same time so he pulled up both of their profiles and began to type. He decided to give Doris a new outlook on life and a better body to go with it. Typing quickly, he reduced her in age to early twenties and gave her a toned but lean body, with rich tanned skin, shaved head, a neatly trimmed black goatee and mustache, black pants that looked sprayed on and a fitted white shirt that showed enough of her new upper body to have the whole typing pool drooling with lust. Doris, now Luis was going to be starting a new career as the only male typist in the pool and keeping all the women and some of the men in the office on their toes with his outgoing personality and party lifestyle.

Next, he began editing his father's profile, he decided that if his Dad was going to be his assistant, he needed to be younger so he lopped ten years off his age taking him to 25, next he decided to play around a little and change his background to Irish. His former Dad was going to be a red head with bright green eyes. He decided to bulk him up a little and just for fun gave him a small scar on his cheek and a slightly bent nose from playing rugby. Jeff changed his Dad's clothes to slightly less expensive versions of the suit and tie combination he was wearing and finally set mental awareness options to 'off' for both his Dad and Doris. Taking a moment, to check all the settings, Jeff pressed the enter key and walked to the glass wall separating the two offices to survey the results.

What Jeff didn't realize is that processing the commands for two people took slightly longer to complete and the computer hadn't finished working on the transformation by the time he got to the glass to look through at his father and Doris. It was therefore with a sense of panic that he felt a jolt run through him as the Chronivac beamed it's slightly delayed transformation instructions at Doris and his father on the other side of the glass as Jeff was standing firmly in the way.

Before he could even react, Jeff felt himself begin to shrink and looking down, saw his expensive Italian suit transform into a cheaper but similar off the shelf version. He suddenly realized that the Chronivac was turning him into the person he had intended his father to become. Looking at his hands, he now saw reddish hairs on the backs of them and felt his slightly increased bulk straining at the fabric of his suit jacket. New memories poured into his head and in a matter of seconds, Jeff was completely gone, replaced by Sean, a former semi-pro rugby player from Ireland who had come over to America to work in his Uncle's computer firm.

Jeff, now Sean, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just changed and absentmindly did some stretches to relieve the slight cramp he was feeling in his muscles. As he moved around his small office, he glanced through the large window and to his surprise, watched his boss flying across the room towards Doris, his assistant. Sean was wide-eyed as he saw the two of their bodies were squeezed together, creating a single horrifying mess of body parts.

The amalgamation quickly became a flesh-colored featureless blob, before reshaping into a single humanoid being. Before long, the combination of Jeff’s dad and Doris became a naked, muscular, and olive-skinned man standing completely still in the office. His flat groin grew into a hefty shaft with balls to match, and a neat goatee and moustache grew onto his handsome face. The tattered remains of the previous two’s clothes rose off the ground and wrapped around his body, forming an expensive-looking shirt and trousers which fit a little too tightly on his muscular frame, showing off every little bulge and curve to the entire office.

After a few seconds of stillness, Sean still agape at what he just watched, Luis opened his eyes. He looked around at first, before patting himself down and sitting down at the desk. Sean looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but as he did he realised that there was a strange laptop-like device on his desk that wasn’t there before. He walked over to it to check the screen, and realised that it had detailed information, pictures, and statistics about Luis on the screen. He sat down at his desk to investigate further, quickly finding a similar page for himself. Analysing the information, he found it to be completely accurate to reality, but also noticed that the boxes seemed to be editable. Maybe this was what created Luis? He flicked back over to Luis’ page, and experimentally changed his arm size from 14” to 17”. He pressed enter, and sure enough Luis’ biceps swelled up, stretching his already tightly fit shirt.

Sean wonders who else he can merge, as merging people into one consumes less space, and he can create very handsome men for his company. He found a girl that previously was Jeff's sister and a woman that was previously Jeff's mom, and he got an idea what to do with them. After inputting commands, his ex-mother and ex-sister got transported into the room, with their awareness turned off. He checks the information and sees that in this new reality they are a family of a lone mother and her daughter. Sean agrees that this is somewhat unfair, as he wants for them to have a place in this new reality, and starts inputting the commands. He takes his ex-mother's info and rewrites it, now making her to be John, a muscular ex-wrestler who came to this company along with Sean, and with them being best bros. Then he writes the exact same information for his sister and after checking if both information boxes are the same, he finalizes the changes and watches the miracle unfold.

Woman in a housewife dress and a young lady in cute clothes with skirt start pulling together, forming a blob of flesh, losing all their ladylike features before then forming into a body of a muscle man with no hair on top of his head, perfectly shining shaved head, no beard, a big chiseled jawline, big bicepts and a noticeable bulge in his pants. After the merge is complete, the fused person, John, stands and starts relaxing his muscles before starting to flex them. Then he walks to great Luis. Sean watches both of them giving handshakes to each other and it sure is fitting, as they were husband and wife in their past life. Getting a hand of merging people, Sean thinks what else he can do.

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#THEINCIDENT

The air in my old room smells of old farts and defeat. I settle into bed, and the old mattress creaks under a weight I've never borne before. I feel the friction of my new, voluminous belly against my thighs, the constant tension in a back that has lost all muscle definition, the perpetual chill on a scalp that is now just smooth, hairless skin. Every morning I wake up expecting it to be a nightmare, and every morning reality hits me in the form of this fifty-four-year-old, bald, overweight body.

Moving back to my parents' house was the most humiliating thing. This accountant's body, the Robert "Bob" Jenkins body, couldn't afford the rent on my loft. My protein and gym sponsorships... our sponsorships... evaporated as soon as people saw what I had become.

But the worst wasn't the material. It was Jenna's look, filled with confusion and then pure revulsion when I tried to explain that it was me, Kyle, trapped inside this... shell of grease and gray hair. "Kyle, this isn't healthy. You should get help," she said before blocking me everywhere. My friends, my gym brothers, just make excuses now. "Uh, dude, we're just really busy," they say on the phone, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as they speak in the deep, breathy voice of an older stranger. Even my own parents tiptoe around me. Mom avoids eye contact, and Dad only talks to me about the weather, unable to connect with the older man who claims to be the son he was so proud of.

With a frustrated growl coming hoarse from this alien throat, I grab my laptop. I need to wallow in my misery. I navigate to my old Instagram profile, @KyleTheTitan.

And there I am. Or rather, there he is. Bob, I guess his new young brain acted quickly and changed my social media passwords. It should have been easy; he had my phone number and my face.

The photo is a stab. My V-shaped torso, my rock-solid biceps, my chiseled abs, all dressed up like a suit by that grinning imposter. He's wearing only tight gym shorts and holding a tub of the protein I helped promote. The headline reads: "New horizons! Grateful for this second chance and for my partners at @FlexFuelNutrition who believe in me #SwapCorpSurvivor #StrongerThanEver."

I feel a fierce nausea burning in my stomach, a stomach that is now soft and round. That body was my temple, my identity. I shaped it with years of sacrifice, pain, and discipline. And now that financial softie, Bob Jenkins, is there, grinning like a fool, taking in all the glory, endorsements, and health insurance showering the "innocent victims of the Incident."

Rage courses through my veins, but it's followed by a much stranger and more treacherous feeling. As I stare at the screen, admiring every muscle cut I've carved, an intense and completely involuntary arousal begins to grow in my groin, swelling against the restrictive fabric of these hideous polyester pants my father lent me.

I look down, with horror and a hint of fascination. An erection, firm and insistent, deforms the fabric. It's this old, rejected body responding to the sight of my own former body, a body everyone desired and now no one denies Bob. The disconnect is so surreal it almost makes me dizzy. I hadn't touched myself in months, my enormous, hairy balls swollen from the withdrawal from accepting this perverse reaction. The confusion is total.

Suddenly, a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. An alert from a local news network.

"Protest outside SwapCorp offices: Victims call for halt to 'cure' research"

My heart pounding in a way this new body finds alarming, I click.

The video plays, showing a crowd in front of SwapCorp's glass building. And there, in the front row, with my powerful chest puffed out and my voice, now strangely modulated with the conviction of a middle-aged man, shouting into a megaphone, is Bob Jenkins.

"Our bodies are not experiments!" shouts the muscular figure that was once me. "This body is mine now! It's a gift. SwapCorp must stop its dangerous quest to reverse the process. We demand to be acknowledged and left alone! My name is Kyle, and this is my body!"

The crowd cheers. Camera flashes illuminate Bob's defined pecs as he struts in front of the camera with a charismatic smile, the gaze of a crowd of men and women never leaving him.

I sat frozen in my teenage bedroom, mesmerized by the live action. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants, and my hand was pumping up and down. The smell of my old cock filled my room, and sticky precum lubricated my fingers until my cock exploded, completely staining my laptop screen.

Completely in ecstasy, lying on my bed and completely exhausted, all I could hear was my old voice on the computer.

"Yeah, I think I'm putting this body to better use. I'm sure the real Kyle thinks so."

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Hey, hello again! I hope you haven't forgotten me. I just wrote my first story since my return and posted it on Ko-fi. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this old story from my archives. See you sooner than you think!

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Cognitive Body Therapy

I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

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The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

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Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

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By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

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After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

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I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

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Imperfect

(New Year, New You Special 18/52)

Richie, or Aiden as he goes now, was extremely tired. Still, he was not satisfied with the results that he had achieved. At first, he thought that it was a cruel joke when the only thing that he inherited from his uncle was a talisman. Of course, He didn’t believe when he read that the talisman could let him swap anything from another person. Gladly, he tested it and quickly realized how lucky he was. The first thing that he stole was the muscle of some of the jocks at his school. However, he quickly realize that looks weren’t enough.

Now look at him. He stole the arms of the school coach, the abs of his neighbor, the hair of his teacher and the dick of a random guy that he encounter at the gym. He stole the age of his older brother, the confidence of his uncle, the name of the school quarterback and the life of a fitness model. He even switch some of his memories. Now it’s difficult to find what remains of the original Richie. He changed every aspect of himself in order to become the ideal man, still the boy seemed displeased with his creation. In his mind he was still imperfect. The boy, now a man, try to relax at his new home. However, he could only think all the changes that he can still do in order to achieve true perfection

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BodySwap Party

Hey everyone, Ive made a basic storyline using AI for the first time and tried really hard to get AI to generate the scenes the way I wanted. I know there are strong feelings on the use of AI, but I was curious to see its capabilities. I hope you enjoy the premise of the narrative portrayed. There was a story from a website I cannot remember where the main character drank a punch that allows people to switch bodies and he gradually became a fat man who he connected with. This is based on the concept of that swap party.

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Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story (Pt. 3)

Tommy's POV

I woke up with David’s back pressed against my chest, my arm draped over his waist. Early morning light was coming through the blinds, and I just lay there for a minute, breathing him in.

Fuck… David Clemence is like the cutest guy ever.

I still couldn’t believe last night actually happened. I’d had a crush on him back when we swam together, but I never thought I’d get the chance to be with him like this. Fucking him last night was a dream. The way he moaned my name, the way his body reacted to every touch, how tight and warm he felt around me… I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.

I carefully brushed some of his hair out of his face so I could see him better. Even sleeping, he looked good. Smooth skin, sharp jawline, those long eyelashes. He had no idea how cute he was, honestly. Guys like him never do.

I’d struggled to keep my hands off him all night at the bar. Every time he laughed at one of my stupid jokes, every time he leaned in a little closer, I wanted to pull him against me. But I held back. I really wanted to be respectful until I knew for sure he was into me too. The last thing I wanted was to make things weird or pushy.

Later at McDonald’s, when I finally made my move… I was so nervous. Sliding my hand around his waist in the booth, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his side and the hard lines of his abs under my fingers — fuck, I got so turned on. I kept glancing at my friends across the table, nervous as hell that I was being too forward. But then I felt David lean into my touch, his lustful gaze burning into me. When I rubbed the inside of his thigh before we left, I swear I could feel his breathing change. He wanted me too.

I pressed a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder, then another one a little higher on his neck. David stirred, letting out a quiet sleepy sound that made me smile.

“Morning,” I whispered against his skin, keeping my voice low. “You sleep okay?”

He nodded, still half-asleep, and pushed back against me a little. I tightened my arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

I ran my hand slowly up and down his side, enjoying the feeling of his smooth, toned body under my palm. I was already getting hard again just being pressed against him, but I didn’t want to rush anything. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Safe.

But I couldn’t help but let my mind wander.

He doesn’t know this either, but he was the reason I came out when I got to college. All those stolen glances I made in the locker room, trying not to stare at his body while we changed. Going back to his Instagram late at night just to look at every new cute photo he posted. I finally couldn’t deny it to myself anymore. I liked guys.

Unfortunately for me, I still haven’t found anyone I liked quite as much as I liked him back then. No one ever measured up.

I wondered what things would’ve been like if I had figured myself out while we were still in high school. Maybe we could’ve dated. Sneaking around, going to movies together, making out in my car after practice…

Can we date now?

The thought made my heart beat faster. It felt a little crazy, but it also felt right.

I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck again, speaking softly.

“Hey… I know this might sound sudden, but would you want to get dinner this week? Just the two of us. A real date.”

He looked back at me and smiled, still barely awake, and said, “I'd like that.”

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since I swapped into David’s body.

Tommy and I had been seeing each other almost every day since that first night. We weren’t officially calling it anything yet, but it felt like a relationship. Texts good morning and good night, dinners, movies at his place, waking up next to him on weekends. It felt natural. Easy.

David had been surprisingly cool about extending the swap. When I messaged him asking for two more weeks, he replied almost immediately saying it was fine. I didn’t tell him the real reason — that I was seeing Tommy. I just said I was having too much fun exploring life in a younger body and wanted a little more time. I was worried that if I mentioned I was dating someone — especially another former swimmer — he might get weird about it and demand we swap back.

Part of me liked to think he’d actually be excited for me. Worst case scenario, at least I’d be giving him a hot boyfriend when he finally got his body back. Best case scenario… I didn’t let myself think too far ahead on that one.

Having a boyfriend — or de facto boyfriend — was nicer than I ever imagined it would be. After years of hiding and pretending, being able to hold someone’s hand in public, kiss them goodbye on the sidewalk, or fall asleep with someone’s arm around me felt like something I’d been missing my whole life.

Tommy was every bit as sweet as I remembered from his swimming days. He was the perfect gentleman — always opening doors, checking in on how my day was, making me coffee in the morning exactly how I liked it. But when he wanted to turn on that raw sexual energy, he became something else entirely. The way he’d pin me against the wall the second we got back to his apartment, the way he’d look at me like he wanted to devour me, the low growl in his voice when he told me exactly what he was going to do to me… it made my knees weak every single time.

Tonight we were on his couch, half-watching a movie. I was lying with my head in his lap while he played with my hair. He looked down at me with that warm, affectionate smile that made my stomach flutter.

“You good?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him. “I have something I want to talk to you about.” I sat up.

“Hmm?” He kissed the top of my head. "What is it?"

I swallowed hard. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

He shifted so he could look at me better, his expression soft and patient. “You can tell me anything.”

I beat around the bush for a minute, stuttering. “I have this… kink. I’ve had it for a while.”

Tommy’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he smiled. “Okay. What is it?”

I opened my mouth, closed it, then tried again. My face felt hot. “It’s… body swapping. Like… the idea of switching bodies with someone.”

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t look weirded out. Instead, his smile grew a little.

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said gently. “Actually sounds kinda hot. You want to pretend we’ve swapped bodies next time we fuck?”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Not exactly pretending…”

“I found this site called SwapService. It says it can actually do it. For real.” I paused, then added the lie I’d rehearsed. “I’ve always been too scared to try it with anyone before… but I want to try it with you.”

Tommy’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. He pushed himself up on one elbow so he could look at me properly.

“Seriously? Like an actual body swap?” He didn’t sound judgmental at all. If anything, he looked excited. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Assuming it actually works, of course.” He grinned and ran his hand down my side. “And let’s be honest… you’re super fucking hot. It’s not like I’d be giving much up.”

I let out a breath of relief.

“You’d really be okay with that?” I asked, still a little stunned by how easily he was taking it.

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation, leaning in to kiss me softly. “If it’s something you’re into, I want to experience it with you. Plus…” He smirked, that confident, playful look returning to his face. “I wouldn’t mind taking that cock for a test drive.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand sliding down to squeeze my crotch.

“So,” he murmured against my lips, “when do you want to do it?”

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The next evening we sat together on Tommy’s couch with his laptop open. We made our profiles side by side, carefully filling in all the stats and preferences so the system would register us as a 100% match. Tommy kept laughing and teasing me the whole time, clearly enjoying how nervous and excited I was. Once everything was set, we confirmed the swap.

The flash hit.

When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the ceiling from a different angle. Tommy’s bigger, stronger body. I flexed my new hands, feeling the thickness of his forearms, the power in his biceps. A rush of pure ecstasy ran through me.

I looked over at Tommy, now in David’s leaner body. He was sitting up, running his hands over his new smooth chest and abs, a big grin on his face.

“Holy shit,” he said, using David’s voice. “This feels weird… but not bad.”

He looked thrilled.

Before I could say anything, Tommy moved fast. He climbed on top of me, pinning my new, bigger wrists down to the bed with surprising strength. Even though I was now physically larger, the way he looked down at me with that confident, hungry expression made it clear nothing had really changed about who was in charge.

“Even in these new bodies,” he said, voice low and firm, “I’m still the one running things in the bedroom. Got it?”

I nodded quickly, already breathing harder.

Tommy reached down and slid his hand under the waistband of my underwear. His fingers found my hole and started rubbing slow, teasing circles against it. The sensation in Tommy’s more sensitive body made me groan.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck as his finger pressed more firmly. “Because I’ve got plans for this body tonight.”

Lying there pinned under him, feeling his finger teasing me, all I could think was:

David is going to have to wait a while longer to get his body back.

I hoped he’d be okay with that.

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The First Few Seconds

What is going on your mind the moment you open your eyes to see an entirely different set of body now belong under your possession? Or how will you react when you are in a completely different setting, say, a bedroom, but instead with your wife, there’s a man towering over you?

Well, these short accounts from people all over the globe that experienced such changes might help you more acquinted to that idea, if such thing will ever happened to you

Hari

I remembered that moment vividly. I mean, how can I forget that? It was literally the start of my new life. I remembered that it was a rather gloomy morning and I just finished an all-nighter with the others. No, it wasn’t a night out with friends bar-hopping, I was a fisherman and we went out at night as usual. A traditional fisherman, I have to add, hence the dependence to the wind cycle.

I remembered that I was so tired and I just handed over the catch to my wife so she could head to the market and sold those fishes before I fell asleep. But instead of the dilapidated house we have and the worn-out mattress under me, I woke up to the scorching sun and scratchy feeling all over my body. Just imagine my surprise to see a humongous body with muscle bulging all over the places instead of my taut body developed due to continous manual labor. I was wearing sunglasses and it was sand that caused me to be all itchy.

“What the fuck is happening here?” I said in a perfect but heavily-accentuated English, the voice and the word that came out of my mouth surprised me because I was thinking in my native tongue and ready to say the phrases of shock I usually used, but it came out in English when I barely have no grasp of it previously.

I eventually settled to my new role as Hassan, a Middle Eastern bodybuilder spending his off-season time in the Mediterranean coast while showing off my glorious body for everyone to see and gawk at. There’s something so foreign yet so addicting now to see people admiring the work of art that is my body on full display, it’s like I get this sense of authority and deserving smugness to show off the hard work that this body has endured, and I fucking love it. Life is also way easier now as I no longer need to sail and catch those stinky fishes to make ends meet, now I’m churning salmon and all the best fish I desired like no business as other than incredibly built, Hassan got some people lined up to fulfill all his wishes and I exploited that to its max, just like the real him would do. Can’t let anyone noticed anything different, am I right?

Roman

“Fuck, this kid got 8 packs!” I exclaimed when I pulled his shirt up to admire my new body

Yeah I no longer controlled the rest of the team as I landed into this hot new young apprentice, but with my brain still intact in here, I’m pretty sure I can climb the rank much quicker as I brought 40 years of experience inside this 19 year olds physique of mine now. As for the real Daniil, I guess if I ended up in his body, then he should be in mine? I’m guessing that’s the case as he seemed to look at me a little too long sometimes and there’s that glimmer of anxiety in his eyes. Well, maybe he’ll ask me to the sideline sooner or later and he’ll ask for my help to navigate his brand new life. Maybe I should just act dumb if that ever happened, calling him crazy or something, making him doubting himself and the reality of all of this. After all, who will believe in the possibility of a body swap between two people when we cannot even transplant an organ yet with 100% success rate?

Hideo

I’ve never seen a skin so rich and glistening like this, plus…..the penis…..it’s just insanely different how a penis that dangles in my crotch now look totally different from what I’ve mostly see and get acquinted too. It’s so big and “angry” looking, plus the way it has no foreskin……such a dream come true for me as I was so insecure about having one and here I am now having an insanely girthy penis that hyperbolically seemed like an extra leg and circumcised too so I don’t have to endure that incredibly expensive procedure.

Plus, this man is clearly in love with tattoos, I feel like I’m some kind of Yakuza member or something with tats all over me. The up side is, just like the circumcised penis, I don’t have to feel the pain of getting inked. It’s just there now, adorned my new body without inflicting any pain or searing actual memories of me going through the whole process. I feel funny trying to speak Japanese with this tongue, Pierre over here speaks perfect French due to his Congolese heritage and Swahili too. Not to mention the English he picked up and gradually mastered as he lived in Canada for the past 7 years. This man indeed got some incredible tongue, and I say that in its literal sense as his tongue is so long and just before this, I literally made a girl climaxed with just my tongue exploring her clit. Now, basking in the afterglow as I headed to the shower, more of his memories streaming into my mind and the idea of staying as him actually make me feel such ease.

Jermaine

“Why are you gawking like a fool like that? Come here and worship me, bitch,”

I haven’t processed this whole change. I was literally killing my weightlift session with my bros before suddenly opening my eyes to this sight of man speaking in a language that supposedly foreign for me yet somehow I just understood it easily. He speaks Polish, and he’s not happy

“You better stop making a fool of yourself and start crawling here, or I will fucking stand up, beat you up and denied you of getting that pleasure you get from worshipping me, cunt,”

My body just moved in instance as I crawl to get closer to this formidable figure I quickly learned to be named Jakub. I saw my arm during my crawling and gosh it’s so pale and thin, it’s like it’s just bone wrapped with skin and some lithe muscle. I can also tell that my hair is in a bun rather than my usual buzzcut crop and thinking about it make me wincing as memories of this guy, Krzysztof, entered my mind and relieved the moment when Jakub would pull my hair to stop me from moving and did many other things that only a sadistic fucker would do. Wait….my…..Jesus…..am I starting to think that I’m really this 110 lbs skinny fuck??? But before I can do anything, I can feel an intense chokehold from Jakub hand and I can easily tell the glaring bulge that is waiting under that towel…..

Jorge

I can feel the power coursing within me. The freshness (and soreness) of this muscle after going through an insane workout. Fuck, I can make some damage to those asshole if I want to, they wouldn’t stand a chance against a formidable force like this dude Trent over here. And they wouldn’t even see it coming, like I can just walk into their usual bar, punched all of them in their face and humiliated them, maybe making a scene prior to punching them, like making them spilled drinks all over me or something, to justify my rage over some bunch of 19 years old kids with fake IDs who sneaked into a club trying to act older than they actually are and making their mark in the collegiate world after leaving their bastion when they reign over everyone in high school. Yeah, I like the sound of that, and this tank of a muscle will be the vessel for me to do just that while keeping my real identity safe and pristine as the usual unproblematic nerd in the background of everyone’s lives. Heck…..imagine if I can make this into something routine, you know? Jumping from one body after the other and then sometimes messing up with people that behaved badly towards me, like possessing their boss in the office, their crush, or anyone that can mess them up……Jesus that makes me hard…..will explore this shit further later on after I deal with those assholes

Willy

I don’t know what triggered me to do this, but everytime I experienced this temporary possession over someone’s body, I always send a selfie to my own number followed with some crude messages. Like what I just sent to myself earlier as I landed into this guy named Landon. Aside from this glorious selfie I’m pretty sure I would jack myself off too for weeks to come, I also texted

“Yeah fag, you wish you could wrap that little hand of yours to circle my biceps and get some of my sweats in your palm,”

“Bet you would beg and humiliate yourself to have a chance to sniff this sweaty pits of mine. Oh fucckkk it’s so fucking rank, you filthy fag must be enjoying that,”

And when I’m back to my body, I would fantasize as if Landon actually sent those messages to me when he doesn’t even know me at all. I have like……70 messages like that from the various dudes I ended up inside and I don’t see myself stopping anytime soon as I’m pretty sure I would just end in yet another body next week after I returned back to my body, this temporary possession usually last 36 hours, maximum 40, and I’ve just spent under 2 hours. Hmmmm….maybe I should explore more thinks that actually turned me on……like…..what if I record Landon in the mirror degrading himself out for being possessed and controlled by a fat fucker like me? Shit, I’m chubbing up to that idea…..maybe I should actually do it……

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Wow this totally captures the first few seconds of so many scenarios!

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Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story (Pt. 2)

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since Cruz and I swapped back.

I was sitting on my couch with a beer in hand, staring at the SwapService app icon on my phone. I’d deleted it the day we returned to our own bodies, telling myself I needed a break. The whole experience had been intense. Eye-opening. Kind of incredible, honestly. For the first time in my life I’d been able to have sex with men without the crushing weight of fear that someone I knew would find out. I’d fucked, I’d been fucked, I’d finally let myself enjoy it. Cruz’s body had felt good. Young. Tight. Full of energy.

But the way he casually asked me on the last night if I wanted to make the swap permanent had freaked me out. Who the hell offers something like that so easily? Was that normal on this site? I’d said no immediately, and he’d just shrugged like it was no big deal. Still, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t intrigued by the idea.

A do-over. Getting to live as an out gay man from a much younger age. No decades spent hiding. No pretending.

I shook my head and took another sip of beer. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Ryan. One more swap. Just to explore a little more. Nothing permanent. Nothing crazy.

I reinstalled the app, set up my profile again, and adjusted my preferences.

The moment I hit search, a profile popped up at the very top with a bright green 98% compatibility score.

That was insanely high. Higher than anything I’d seen last time, even with Cruz.

I tapped on it.

My stomach dropped.

David Clemence, 25

One of my former varsity swimmers. Lean, athletic build, wavy brown hair, cocky smile in his profile picture. He was shirtless by the ocean, water still dripping down his chest. He looked exactly like I remembered him — confident, good-looking, and way too young.

What the hell was he doing on here?

I stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering. Part of me knew I should just close the app. But another part of me — the part that had spent years in high school and college fighting against stealing glances at other swimmers in the locker room — stayed frozen.

I opened his profile fully.

His bio was short:

“Former swimmer. Looking for an older, experienced guy who knows how to take charge. Open to anything, including longer swaps.”

My cock twitched in my shorts before I could stop it.

I told myself I was just curious. I clicked the message button.

A new chat window opened.

Before I could even type anything, David’s message came through.

David: Coach Ryan? Holy shit, no way. Is that really you?

I stared at the screen for a second, then typed back.

Ryan: Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see you on here, David.

David: Same here, Coach. This is wild. I just logged on tonight and your profile popped up. Crazy coincidence. What brings you on here>

I leaned back on the couch, heart still beating faster than it should. I decided to keep things vague.

Ryan: I’ve just been taking a little break from things. Trying to figure some stuff out, I guess.

David: I get that You doing okay?

I hesitated, then found myself opening up more than I planned.

Ryan: Honestly? I’ve been exploring my sexuality lately. First time I’ve really let myself do that. It’s been… new. Kind of freeing, but also scary as hell.

David: That’s awesome, Coach. Seriously. I’m really glad you’re doing that. You deserve to figure shit out without anyone giving you crap.

His words hit me harder than I expected. I felt a strange warmth in my chest. Out of all the people who could have said that to me, hearing it from one of my former swimmers felt surprisingly good.

Ryan: Thanks, David. That means more than you know.

We messaged back and forth for a while. He was easy to talk to — supportive, casual, and didn’t make it weird. After twenty minutes of chatting, he finally said it.

David: So… would you want to swap for a few days? I’m down if you are.

I read the message twice. My stomach tightened.

Ryan: You sure that wouldn’t be too weird? ... Exploring my sexuality, I mean.

David: Nah, not weird at all. That’s kind of what the site is for, right? Exploring stuff. Besides, I haven’t been getting much attention from guys lately anyway. I’ve worked hard to keep this body in shape. Might as well let someone who actually put it to good use. And if it’s an old friend like you? Even better.

Shit, I didn't realize David was gay. I mean, I guess in retrospect that makes sense, but I hadn't really thought that much about it. That would make things a bit easier.

I could feel myself getting tempted. The 98% match, the easy conversation, the way he was reassuring me… it all made it feel strangely safe.

Ryan: You’re really okay with me being in your body?

David: More than okay, Coach. I’d actually like it. I've always looked up to you, it would be cool to repay you for that.

I stared at my phone for a long moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Ryan: Alright then, let's do it.

David and I agreed on a four-day swap. The process felt smoother than with Cruz. A bright flash behind my eyes, a moment of vertigo, and then everything settled.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a small, tidy apartment. I looked down.

David’s body.

Lean, smooth, athletic. My new hands were younger, veins less prominent. I sat up slowly and walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.

It was so fucking weird.

I was staring at one of my former swimmers. The same kid I used to yell at for lazy flip turns and sloppy streamline. Now I was him. I ran David’s hands over his chest and abs, feeling the tight muscle definition I used to see every day at practice. His skin was smooth, almost no hair except a thin trail leading down from his navel. His cock was already half-hard just from the novelty of the swap.

I wrapped my new hand around it and gave a slow stroke. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. It felt different. More sensitive. Quicker to respond.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered in David’s voice. It still felt surreal hearing his younger tone come out of my mouth.

I kept stroking, watching myself — watching him — in the mirror. The way his abs flexed, the way his biceps popped when I tensed my arm. I imagined all the times I’d stood on the pool deck trying not to look too long at these exact bodies. Now I was inside one.

I jerked off faster, breathing harder, until I came hard across David’s tight stomach, thick ropes landing on his smooth skin. I stood there panting, looking at the mess I’d made in my former swimmer’s body.

It was the strangest mix of guilt and arousal I’d ever felt.

A few days later I was at a gay bar downtown in David’s body. It was crowded, loud, and full of guys in their twenties. I felt both out of place and strangely excited. Being young again, being able to be here without anyone recognizing me, was liberating.

I was nursing a vodka soda at the bar when I saw him.

Tommy Morrison.

He was standing near the edge of the dance floor with a couple of friends, laughing at something. He’d filled out nicely since high school — broader shoulders, solid arms, a confident stance. He looked good. Really good.

I remembered him clearly. He joined the swim team as a junior when David was a freshman. It was supposed to be cross-training for running after he injured his ankle pretty badly. Less impact on the joints. But Tommy took to swimming so naturally that he stuck with it. Skipped indoor track his senior year just so he could keep swimming.

He’d always been one of the nicest kids I ever coached. Respectful, hardworking, good attitude.

And now I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat.

I quickly looked away, heat rising in my face. What the hell are you doing, Ryan? You were his coach.

Then it hit me.

In this body, I was younger than Tommy now.

The realization sent a strange thrill through me. I wasn’t his coach anymore.

Before I could decide whether to look away or go say something, Tommy started walking straight toward me. My stomach flipped. I tried to act casual, but when he tapped me on the shoulder I still startled slightly.

“Hey man, how are you?” Tommy said with a big smile. Without hesitation he pulled me into a quick, firm hug. He smelled like cologne and beer. When he stepped back, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering for a second, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. David’s face was probably bright red.

Tommy didn’t seem to mind. “This is crazy, I haven’t seen you in forever. Come meet my friends.”

He introduced me to the group as David. For the rest of the night I stayed with them — laughing, drinking, moving between the bar and the dance floor. I couldn’t stop watching Tommy. The way he carried himself was magnetic. He was masculine and confident without trying too hard, but he was also goofy and playful — teasing his friends, making dumb jokes, dancing badly on purpose just to make everyone laugh. Guys kept glancing at him and checking him out as they walked by.

He was everything I wished I could have been as a gay man — comfortable in his skin, open, free.

By the end of the night we were all drunk and starving. The whole group ended up at a McDonald’s a couple blocks away. We crammed into a booth, laughing too loud for the late hour. Tommy slid in right next to me. Without saying anything, he smoothly wrapped his arm around my waist and let his hand rest on my side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

The casual touch sent heat rushing through David’s body.

When it was finally time to leave, Tommy’s hand moved to my thigh under the table. He rubbed the inside of it, fingers pressing just firm enough to make my breath catch.

“My apartment is right around the corner,” he said, voice low and close to my ear. “I’ve got some new records if you want to come see them.”

I didn’t even pretend to hesitate.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out a little rough in David’s throat. “I’d like that.”

We said goodbye to his friends and started walking. Tommy kept his hand on my lower back the whole way. His apartment was only a five-minute walk, but it felt longer with the tension building between us. When we got inside, he locked the door behind us and turned to face me, that same slight grin playing on his lips.

I wandered over to his record collection, pretending to look through the sleeves while trying to calm my nerves. A few seconds later I felt Tommy come up behind me. His hands gently grabbed my waist and turned me around. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was tender at first, almost careful. Then he deepened it, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck. When he finally pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and said quietly, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

My heart slammed in David’s chest. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, harder this time.

We made our way to his bed, still kissing as we pulled each other’s shirts off. Tommy laid me down gently and started kissing down my neck, then across my smooth chest and stomach. Every touch of his lips sent electricity through me. I couldn’t stop staring at him — his perfectly toned body, the way his veiny biceps flexed as he held himself over me, that cute smile, the light mustache above his lip, his warm sweet eyes, and the cool geometric tattoo on his forearm.

He was gorgeous.

I was so turned on I could barely think straight. This was one of my former swimmers — a kid I used to coach — now kissing his way down my (David’s) body like he’d been waiting years to do it. The guilt and the thrill mixed together in a way that made everything feel even more intense.

Tommy looked up at me, eyes dark with want, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh.

He stood up and pushed his underwear down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang up, hard and thick, curving slightly upward. I stared at it, my mouth going dry. He had already stripped me completely naked.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between my spread legs. Looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes, he poured some lube onto his fingers and warmed it up by rubbing them together.

He leaned forward slightly and pressed one slick finger against my hole. I tensed for a second, but his other hand gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, slow and soothing. He pushed the finger in carefully, working it deeper with small, patient movements. A low moan escaped my throat.

After a minute he added a second finger, stretching me open. I squirmed on the sheets, breathing heavier, my cock leaking against my stomach. The combination of his fingers and that steady, comforting hand on my thigh was driving me crazy.

Tommy looked me straight in the eyes, his voice low and commanding.

“Are you on Prep?”

I could barely form words. I was so desperate to feel him inside me that it came out shaky and needy.

“Yes,” I managed, practically whimpering. “Yeah, I’m on it.”

Tommy gave me that same endearing, cute, confident smile — the one that made my chest tighten. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock, and lined himself up.

He thrust into me in one smooth, steady motion.

I gasped loudly as he filled me, my hands grabbing at his arms. He felt huge inside David’s tighter body. Tommy let out a deep groan, eyes half-closed for a moment, then looked back down at me as he started moving his hips.

“Fuck, David…” he breathed, leaning down closer.

Tommy started thrusting, deep and steady. Every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me.

Fuck, he’s so hot. The thought kept repeating in my head as I watched him above me. The way his shoulders flexed, the way his chest moved with each breath, the confident look on his face. This is exactly how I want to be. Masculine. At ease in my own skin. Open. Desired.

This was my first time having sex without a condom. The feeling of Tommy’s bare cock sliding in and out of me was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell if raw sex just felt this incredible, or if it was specifically his cock — thick, curved, and hitting the perfect spot every single time. Honestly, it was probably both.

Tommy’s rhythm picked up. His eyes had turned darker, hungrier. He looked down at me and said in a low, rough voice, “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”

That sent me spiraling.

I closed my eyes and pictured it — being inside Tommy’s body instead. Looking down at David’s lean, smooth body spread out beneath me. Seeing my new, stronger hands gripping these hips. Fucking him with this powerful body while wearing that cute, confident smile.

The fantasy hit me like a freight train.

I came hard, moaning loudly as my cock pulsed between us, shooting across David’s stomach and chest. My hole clenched tight around Tommy’s cock with every wave.

“Fuck— David—” Tommy groaned. His thrusts became shorter and harder, then he buried himself deep and came. I felt every pulse as he filled me.

He dropped down onto me, chest to chest, our sweaty skin pressing together and smearing my cum between us. I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting beer and salt on his tongue.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.

All I could think, over and over, was:

How can I swap with him?

verus-veritas

Love to Be You

“You what?” He said as he looked down on you. An annoyed expression on his tired and sweaty face. Not weird since you had interrupted him in the middle of his workout.

“I’d love to be you. I want to know how it feels like to have a body as huge and thick like yours, as sweaty and smelly as yours, and I especially want to know how that beard of yours feel against my cheeks.” You said proudly, not even slightly embarrassed or weirded out by your own confession. After all, you held all the powers in your hands.

“What the hell? What kind of creep are y-” He tried to say in disgust, but you didn’t let him finish. Catching him off guard you lept towards him and crashed your lips together. Taste of his coffee-flavoured saliva entered your mouth and his wonderfully scratchy beard rubbed against your face.

Completely shocked at what was happening, he stared at you wide-eyed for a few seconds before trying to push you off. However, he was too sore and tired to get you off, and his sweaty hands didn’t help either. Instead they just slipped around your own naked torso before falling straight down dangling.

Of course, you knew what was actually going on, that the process had already begun; The transferal of your life essences. It would take a few minutes, but thankfully you had caught him in the early hours of the gym where nobody had come in yet. You knew exactly where he’d be and when since you’ve been following him around for the last few months.

You stared straight into his terrified and disgusted copper-colored eyes for a few minutes, even taking the chance to rub one of your hands around his sweaty beefy muscular chest and then give the pecs a nice squeeze. Then, the last part of the process happened and you felt incredibly nauseated. Like a feeling of vomit travelling up your throat and trying to escape through your mouth. You watched as the same must be happening to the man before you, looking just as concerned at you before his copper eyes rolled back. Right as yours did too…

As you regained some of you senses, you felt yourself swallowing something right before it settled down in your stomach. Your vision was blurry and unfocused but you could still make out a figure in front of you, incredibly close and kissing you. It lasted a few more seconds before you suddenly felt yourself shoved and had to take a few steps back. Your center of gravity felt off so you almost fell on your back, but managed to catch yourself onto one of the exercise equipment. The figure before you didn’t seem to be as lucky though and fell down onto the floor with a loud thud. Taking a second to recollect yourself, you vision returned just in time to look up and see the figure in front of you screaming and pointing at you.

“Y-y-you’re me?!” He said, shocked that he was looking at his reflection moving on its own.

“Yes… Yes I am.” You said with a smug grin as you found yourself rubbing and savouring the feeling of your wonderfully scratchy cheeks. God did it feel even better from the inside.

“W-what did you do?” He asked panicking, trying to heave himself off the floor.

“Nothing really. I just transferred my life essence into your body, and yours into mine. Just correcting what nature must’ve mixed up…” You answered confidently as you were flexing both your arms and taking a whiff of your musky armpit stench. You felt tall and strong, yet incredibly sore and sweaty. But most of all, down there you felt so so… sticky.

He, however just realized how much weaker and weirder he felt. Looking down he finally understood what you had talked about as he sat there on the floor in your former and less impressive body. It wasn’t a bad body per se, but definitely nothing compared to the massive sexy beast he used to be. Sexy? Was he suddenly attracted to his own body? He kept touching and feeling your former body up, clearly disappointed by it before looking back up to see that you were gone, a trail of clothes scattered about. Picking himself up, he adjusted himself to his new form before walking along the trail of clothes leading to the weight room. The sound of grunting echoing from within.

Not surprisingly, you have torn the drenched clothes off your sweaty body and found yourself in front of the weight room mirrors. Completely at awe at your new naked form, you spent no time walking up and giving your reflection a kiss. Before long you found yourself admiring every inch of your new sexy body and massaging your muscular pecs, all while you kept stroking your massive cock. The way the sweat glistened on your chest, the euphoric expressions your scruffy face did, and the smell oozing around you were too much. With a loud roar you came all over the gym mirror, splashing some of the weights around you and even getting some of it mixed into the sweat on your stomach. You felt so strong, confident and in complete control.

You were just about to bend down and taste some of your own semen from the mirror when you heard some shuffling from the entrance of the room. Standing there quietly was your former body looking hungrily and flustered at you. You could tell exactly what he wanted.

“Want a taste?”

Both you and your former body happily licked up the semen from the mirror before having a long nice shower together… Although you were both sweaty again once you fucked yourself in the locker room.

You both left the gym happy and content, and right before the other gym-goers started coming in too. He brought you to your new apartment and showed you around, and you even agreed to let him stay. In the end you got everything you ever wanted - a brand new body and a boyfriend. Life was finally good.

…or atleast until “your” new step-brother came into the picture… But that is perhaps a story for another time.

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Ryon scrolled on his instagram page, stalking himself after posting his monthly dump. He was hot and he knew it, pretty face, skinny waist, lean muscles that made him look small but compact, and always showing off his vline that pointed to his big fucking cock. He loved seeing people reply to his stories, trying to make some conversation as he selected which ones he wanted to hookup with and plow with his 8 inch beast. But unknown to him, today his post reached someone very special, someone who has a love for altering people with the power that was bestowed upon him, The Chronivac.

as Ryon posted another story, this time at the gym changing room, flexing his lean muscle, he suddenly felt himself get lightheaded. He sat on the floor, and tried to see if anyone in the room could lend him a hand, but the place was, strangely, completely empty. He felt like something was hammering his head and his body felt distant, as his reality began to change around him. First he laid down on the floor, as he grew from 5’9 to a might 6’2. Then his lean frame filled up, his shoulders got wider and rounder, his biceps got as big as a football and his pecs tore down his woman’s section shirt. Ryon moaned in pleasure as his cock began to go from the already large 8inches to an unbelievable 12, a full foot of meat that was already rock hard. His legs also became thick tree trunks, filling up his once baggy pants and giving him one hell of a muscle butt. And for the final touch, his skin tanned as if he was always in a bodybuilding contest, constantly glowing in bronzed beauty. He heard a whisper in his ear “Arise, my stud”, and after a moment in the ground, he got up.

Ryon scrolled on his instagram page, stalking himself after posting his monthly dump. He was hot and he knew it, handsome face, wide shoulders , huge muscles that made him look like a beast of a man, and always showing off his huge tanned muscles that pointed to his big fucking cock. He loved seeing people reply to his stories, trying to make some conversation as he selected which ones he wanted to hookup with and plow with his footlong beast.

“Hey stud, everything set for tonight?” said the message by a cute twink on his instagram

Hell yeah, i’m breeding some bussy tonight.

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Young Dumb and Want to Cum

Everyone needs a break during the summer, even an uptight lawyer doing his internship at city hall. He complained in a forum about how stressed out he was, that he just needed to get laid , that he was over thinking everything so I had one of my twinks send him a simple link. One simple click on it sealed his fate, it took his pressed and tailored suits, perfectly gelled hair and posh attitude and did a 180. His time spent more in a gym then a library or classroom as muscles exploded on his frame. His clothes went from stylish to efficient with little fabric to show off his body and full range of motion. Tightie whities became kokstraps filled to the brim with a giant cock and full set of balls, his jeans permanently sagging.

His face which always had its nose upturned and filled with an unearned sense of superiority now looked dopey and relaxed. His lips plump and always open, his jaw a perfect lantern jaw and his brow bone extended giving him this neanderthal look that just drives me crazy. A backwards hat materializing on his head, messy sweaty hair becoming a constant. The hat turns backwards, removing the last vestiges of his intelligence until it's perfectly backwards, eyes no longer bright with knowledge, instead now empty, vacant and hungry. His cock was hard as steel, if he came it would be permanent, he couldn’t cum… but he loved cum, dumb himbos love cumming. Young dumb and wanting to cum. So cum, cum and let go. Thats it let go and cum those brains out..

Good boy

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