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The Price of Arrogance

(A Lustful Taste of Consequences Sequel)

Distress calls weren't something Phil Lore was fond of getting. Which is unfortunate, considering he's been getting a lot of those since he joined the VK Group. If he wasn't so grateful to his friends/employers Vance and Kyle, he would have called it quits and moved on with his life. After all, it's not everyday that someone with abilities to bend truth and reality to an extent comes across people who create tools to reshape human relation as they see fit. And of the times they've done so, they've only done so to help others.

Just as they did for him. Just as they continue to do so for him. Safe to say, it wasn't very difficult for his claims of magic to be believed.

But that was a story for another day. When Phil entered the VK group office, a thin blonde man was sitting shirtless in one of the chairs.

"Aren't you... Earl?" The man looked up at him, his eyes filling with sadness.

Physically, he was who Phil recognized. After all, he was one of those loud mouth magicians with large reserves of magic that kept bragging about doing something big.

But when Phil took a closer look, recognized that a different soul housed this young man. It's almost as if the soul's aura was stuffed and stitched, barely leaking out.

"Believe it or not-"

"You're not Earl." Phil interrupted. "He stole your body, didn't he?"

The man's eyes welled up and he began to sob.

"Yeah... My name's Cooper. I don't know what I did to deserve this... I saw him on Hinge, we talked, and our date seemed like it was going well. Then, when we got back to my place, he started chanting some strange stuff and smacked my chest. I don't remember much of the last part but it felt like I was getting sucked out of my body and blacked out."

Phil crossed his arms. "I see. And what happened next?"

"The crazy psychopath told me that this was permanent and started laughing at me when I begged him to switch us back. Then he threw me out of my own apartment."

A Permanent Body Swap Spell. Yes, Phil was familiar with the concept. There are many different ways to swap bodies. Magic was one of them and with fundamentally different methods, but used for mainly the same wrong reasons. Lust. Revenge. Common ones are often reversible. Permanent ones are harder to come by, often due to the restrictions or limitations in place before it can be achieved. Time Limits, Loss of Magic, Etc. The most common reason why Permanent ones are called such is because the souls are forcefully removed and bound onto the new host body and sealed shut. Hence why the man's soul looked as if they were stitched on. There was little he could do at this point, knowing this soul would most likely be forced to reshape into Earl's. Of course this was all purely from the Magic's side of things. He has yet to observe if Science can change things.

"Kyle? Vance?" Phil called out.

"If you're wondering if the regular nodes worked on him, then no." A young man strode out of the room.

This was... Rico. A man he was warned about in regards to his employers past. Or at least in the surface. He was actually pieces of Kyle and Vance merged as one. Their souls already sitting comfortably merged inside with a part of Rico's existence.

"I tried moving him into this body but the nodes and the computer were blocked by some sort of magic firewall. Vance is trying to do something about it remotely from their hotel but decrypting it might take time."

Phil sighed. "So what do you expect me to do? I can't just Suggest the Magic away. If it's a permanent spell, there's not much I can do. I can make his body bigger at most but Earl's magic will interfere with most of my powers."

'Rico' chuckled and walked back into one of the office's laboratories and came back out with a scalpel.

"You're not suggesting we cut the guy's body, are you?"

Cooper stood up in shock, ready to protest. But Rico held his hand up to calm him down.

"This... is one of our newest inventions using samples of the magic you've let us use. It's a soul scalpel."

He hands it to Phil and he notices that the blade was actually pretty dull. It didn't seem any different from a normal scalpel.

"What's it do?"

"From our research, body swap magic involves a lot of soul stuff. If they say it's permanent, we're assuming that the soul is locked in. This blade should allow you to touch and manipulate any locks to souls the spell made."

Phil frowned. This kind of tech seemed too good to be true. Even for unbelievable science, merging magic with these devices like this seems impossible. "Have you tested it?" He finally asked.

Rico snickered and tossed him a flip phone.

He heard faint sobbing from it and when he opened it, he found the real Rico on the screen. His soul seemed to be shaped like the device and haphazardly stitched on.

"Perfect guinea pig." Rico said smugly.

Phil was almost appalled at the amount of God playing these two were doing. But he let it slide considering how this man was like.

"Okay. But what now? Earl isn't just about to let Cooper back into his apartment or come here if he asks."

"You just leave that to me." Rico smiled. "I'll need you two to follow me to my apartment."

~~~

As it turns out, Earl's arrogance and vanity hugely helped with their plan. It hadn't been a day when they found a new account for Cooper on Grindr, already showing off his biceps like a narcissistic jock bro.

"Nice arms." Rico had told Cooper. The man could only lower his head sheepishly.

Finding him was the easy part. The next part was completely a gamble.

Saw you were in the area. You're pretty hot. You down for some fun time? ;)

The way Kyle and Vance maneuvered this man so easily terrified Phil. But this was enough to get an insatiable response out of Earl.

Bet. Your place or mine?

Drop by mine. I'll send you the address.

Be there in 10 minutes. Rico dropped the phone and shrugged. "This man is so desperate and easy, I almost feel bad."

He turns to Phil, his expression growing serious. "If he's got magic like you, do you think he'll be able to detect us?"

"I've cloaked your apartment. Don't worry. And even if I didn't, Earl isn't known for his intelligence."

Phil was spot on with that. The man tried to play alpha jock the moment he arrived. A little flirting and he already started flexing like a moron. He didn't even notice the node Rico slipped on his neck when he put his hands around him until he began to black out.

~~~

When Earl awoke, he found himself strapped onto a bed and stripped to his underwear. Next to him, he found his old body strapped unconscious as well.

Just at his bedside, he found a familiar face standing over him. "What are you doing here? is the wimp your friend or something? Well too bad. You know as well as I do that the spell I used can't be reversed."

"Au contraire." He produces what looked like a metal scalpel and pointed it at Earl's chest.

He begun muttering in latin before realizing that he didn't feel anything.

"You must have forgotten to read the fine text on your manual. Your spell locks your magic to your old body. Cooper's body is completely powerless." "No. What are you going to do?"

Like a surgeon, Phil began weaving around Cooper's body and cutting at invisible threads. To the human eye, it looked like Phil was rubbing a dull blade around Cooper's muscles. But in reality, he was severing the attachments forcefully weaved into this host.

Earl started to scream before Rico shoved a sock onto his mouth.

He could feel his attachment to this body slowly weaken before finally, he felt somewhat light.

"It should be all good." Phil says. "Their souls aren't bound anymore."

"Alrighty." Rico smacks a node at Earl and Cooper's forehead and begun typing on his laptop. "Science saves the day... Again."

Rico pressed enter and the two bodies jerked upward from the node activating.

Earl felt his consciousness begin to fade, as if his mind was being sucked out. He had no control and he had no way of stopping it. He always believed himself all powerful but he never expected human ingenuity to stop him. And finally, he blacked out.

Earl sat up, his eyes wide as he looked down and staring back at his old, thin body.

"No... No!!" He turned to Phil, who was just standing there. "What did you do?!"

Phil grinned and shoved him back down the bed

Earl opened his mouth, as if chanting once more to cast a spell.

"Quiet" Phil commanded. Earl's mouth closed shut, powerless to Phil's orders.

Phil stripped down and got up on the bed with him.

He leaned in close, their rigid bodies grinded up together.

Earl moaned in despair and lust. His arrogance completely gone.

"Shh..." Phil kissed his forehead, watching the man whimper helplessly.

He removed Earl's underwear and tossed it out of the bed. Their cocks now dangerously close and rubbing onto one another.

Earl closed his eyes as Phil landed a kiss onto his lips. Their tongues dancing together. Earl wanted to get off, despite the pleasure he was feeling. He had no clue what Phil was planning to do to him.

But he did not need to wait long to find out.

"Become one with me." His command reverberated on the room as Earl's eyes opened wide in fear. Phil climbed under Earl's body and clasped both his hands with Earl's as he aligned their bodies together. He gripped tighter as he grinded their bodies harder. From an outside perspective, he looked as if he was hugging Earl tightly from behind and rubbing his body to his back. But the tighter Phil clutched in, the lower Earl seemed to get. He felt his breath rapidly increase as his back began to sink onto Phil's chest. He so desperately wanted to scream. Phil moaned as he felt their bones restructure and organs squelch from inside. He could feel the rise and fall of Earl's chest as he breathed in and out from the fear. As their bodies began to completely merge, Phil felt elation as he saw his arms inflate bigger from the blend. HIs legs and ass ballooning to more than their average ones. He felt his cock slowly meld with Earl's average tool, quickly increasing to a respectable 9 inches and precum spurting from the ecstasy. He leaned his head next to Earl's, the last of Earl's body still around, and let their faces slowly mix. Phil's features took priority, taking what good Earl had to enhance his already respectable face.

Please. No... He heard Earl's thoughts.

"Save it. You did this to yourself." Phil grunted as the last bit of their fusion ended.

He grabbed his rigid cock and tugged furiously as he touched his new body. Earl's body was nothing too special, but he certainly helped make his own bigger and more defined.

His pecs and abs were rock solid and his height had shot up a bit from Earl's lanky frame. Phil moaned as cum erupted out of his new cock. Whatever was left of Earl's voice in his head finally vanishing. His suggestion magic finally merging their bodies and reality into one. Their soul entwined with him as the pilot.

Of course, the real reason he had absorbed Earl was to claim his magic reserves for himself so his powers were easier to manage. But seeing this upgrade was a huge bonus.

After Phil had cleaned up, he left Rico's apartment to sit at the park across when he ran into Cooper. He was shirtless. "Woah. What happened to you?" He asked "What happened to Earl?" "There is no Earl. Just me. The new me." Cooper smiled and walked closer. "Is it alright if I explore the new you? As thanks?" Phil grinned and took his hand. "Lead the way."

~ Hey, Etoile Cyber here! I hope you guys like this one! It's a little tamer than my other stuff. It mostly explores Phil and a bit of his connection with the VK Group. A bit of lore exposition if you may.

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Enough Credits

The first time I found Metamorph, I thought it was a prank—some elaborate role-playing scam or a dark web trap for the desperate. But the testimonials were too raw, the credit system too brutally efficient, the rules too meticulously structured to be fake.

Metamorph was a body-swapping marketplace.

The setup was simple, almost deceptively so. You signed up, submitted to a biometric scan to register your "profile," and got a handful of starter credits. Then—if you had the points—you could slip into someone else’s skin. Every swap you initiated cost credits. But if someone else chose your body, you’d be paid in theirs.

There were two kinds of swaps: temporary and permanent.

Temporary swaps were the most common—brief trades lasting anywhere from an hour to ten days. The catch? You couldn’t refuse them. If someone had the credits and wanted your body, they took it. No warning, no consent. Just a sudden, violent lurch—your consciousness torn from your flesh and dumped into theirs, no matter how unfamiliar or unwelcome. Some users described it like blacking out mid-breath: one second you’re yourself, the next you’re choking awake in a stranger’s life, their pulse hammering in your throat.

Permanent swaps were rarer, more deliberate. Unlike temporary trades, they didn’t cost the initiator credits. Instead, they could offer to take your body outright. If you accepted—and this time, you did have a choice—Metamorph would deposit enough credits into your account for three years of temporary swaps. Three years of bouncing between models, athletes, even the occasional washed-up celebrity. Three years of borrowed lives, no regrets. That’s because once you agreed, your old body was no longer your home—and the person who took it was locked out of Metamorph forever.

As I scrolled through the catalog of profiles—each tagged with vitals, photos, even user ratings—my pulse spiked. Damn. So many hotties. Sharp jawlines, gym-sculpted arms, guys who looked like they’d walked straight off a billboard. And I knew my own worth. My body was lean, angular, the kind that turned heads in a club. Some of these high-credit users would absolutely burn points to step into me for a night. I mean look at me:

At first, I was right. It was electric. I woke up in lawyers, musicians, a guy who owned a yacht in Miami. I racked up credits fast, riding the thrill of each new swap. Sure, none were keepers—one guy had a nicotine habit that left me wheezing, another had a wife who side-eyed "his" sudden indifference—but it was fun. Until it wasn’t.

Max was easily the worst body I’d been dumped into yet.

Not some wealthy muscle god, not even a guy with decent charm. He was soft around the middle, patchy stubble, the kind of face that made waitresses forget to refill his water. I groaned, rolling off the sagging mattress and stumbling into his dingy bathroom. The mirror confirmed it: dull brown eyes, thinning hair, a nose that had clearly lost a fight with a door frame.

What the hell?

I grabbed his phone, swiping to the Metamorph widget. 10 days. The max lockout period. My stomach dropped. Ten days in this?

Then I saw his credit balance.

My breath stalled.

87,430 credits.

An obscene amount. More than I’d ever seen—enough to live in other bodies nonstop for decades.

A note sat on the counter, scrawled in messy handwriting:

Hey, If you’re reading this, congrats—you’re my first pleasure swap in 10 years. I’ve been playing the long game. Take an ugly body, train it up, swap it permanently for another ugly one, stack credits. Rinse and repeat. Twelve times. This body (Max) is my home now. But I saved all these credits for one reason: to finally have fun. Yours was the first body that tempted me in years. Enjoy the credits! —M

I stared at the note, then back at the phone.

A weird mix of flattery and dread coiled in my chest.

Ten days later, I snapped back into my own body like a rubber band. My skin hummed with familiarity—the lean muscles, the sharp jaw, the way my shirt draped just right. I exhaled, running my hands over my face like I was checking for damage.

Home.

Another note waited on my desk.

Thank you. —M

I thought that was the end of it. And hey, now I had credits to burn, right? Wrong.

Two days later, I was brushing my teeth when the world tilted sideways.

I was back in Max’s bathroom, staring into his tired eyes, my hands gripping his chipped sink.

“What the—?!”

His phone buzzed. This time a DM:

Max: Hey, gorgeous. Miss me? Sorry for the surprise. Cut my Rio trip short—some Brazilian adonis is gonna wake up very confuse (and probably very relieved). You’re just… different.

I hurled the phone onto his unmade bed.

The next ten days crawled. Max’s body was a wreck—aching knees, a back that popped when he stretched, a fridge full of microwave meals. I barely left his apartment, counting down the hours like a prisoner.

When I finally snapped back into my own skin, I collapsed onto my floor, kissing the familiar creaks of my hardwood.

Four days of freedom. Then—wrench. Back to Max’s sagging couch and doughy love handles.

Another DM:

Max: Okay, hear me out. I tried to resist taking you again. But then I took over some hedge-fund bro’s body (6’2”, abs, yawn) and all I could think about was your biceps and the curve of your hips. Pathetic, right? Anyway. Ten more days. Try not to hate me. (Or do. That’s kinda hot now that I think about it.)

“You creep,” I muttered.

Enough. I opened a support ticket, fingers jittering:

"How do I block a user from repeatedly swapping into my body?"

The reply came fast:

Metamorph Support: "User blocking is not currently supported. If a participant has sufficient credits and respects the 48-hour cooldown, swaps are permitted. Adjust profile visibility or spend credits to remain in other bodies longer to avoid unwanted exchanges."*

I stared at the screen. Adjust visibility? Useless—he already knew my ID. Spend credits to hide? A temporary fix.

I was trapped.

I waited out the ten days in Max’s body, scrambling for a solution. Nothing. Maybe he’d get bored. Finally, I was back in my own skin—my hands, my apartment, my reflection—when the app chimed.

A notification:

PERMANENT SWAP REQUEST User ID#4492-LL would like to swap bodies with you. Max: I feel so right as you.

My stomach lurched. I smashed REJECT so fast.

“Fuck no.”

The app blinked. Request denied.

He wanted to be me?

Another DM popped up:

Max: Worth a shot. ;)

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Enough Credits (Pt. 2)

After that, I decided Max was getting a bit obsessed and so I decided the best thing to do was to put some distance between us.

I had enough credits from all my previous swaps—including the ones with Max—to stay out of my body for a little over two months. I figured that if I kept moving direclty between bodies, I wouldn't give him an opening and maybe he would just get obsessed with someone else.

My first stop was Madrid.

I’d picked Mateo, a bartender with sun-kissed skin, a sharp jawline, a sexy beard, and glasses that perfectly framed his face. His profile picture screamed 'take me.' How his body was available I won't understand.

One second, I was in my dim apartment, staring at the ceiling, and the next—bam—I was behind a polished oak bar, my fingers deftly twisting a lime wedge onto the rim of a glass. The air was thick with the tang of citrus and spilled beer, laughter and clinking glasses layering over the hum of conversation.

A group of British tourists crowded the counter, three drinks deep and radiating boozy confidence. One of them, a blond with tousled hair and a smirk that screamed trouble, caught my eye.

"¿Qué quieres, guapo?" I asked, leaning in just enough to watch his cheeks flush.

He barked a laugh. "Christ, mate, don’t start with the Spanish. Absolute shite at it."

I switched to thickly accented English, grinning. "Is okay. I understand what I need to. What can I get you?"

He talked like a lad—all banter and bravado—and honestly, I wouldn’t have pegged him as gay if he wasn’t aggressively flirting back. Meanwhile, the brunette beside him kept “accidentally” brushing her fingers against mine every time I passed her a drink.

So I played along.

By last call, I had them both hooked—leaning into Mateo’s natural charm, lingering touches, teasing words. The guy was practically vibrating when I whispered, "You’re trouble," in his ear. The girl? She hated it.

"Guess I’m walking you home tonight," I told him, loud enough for her to hear. Then I shot her a look—slow, deliberate, the kind of grin that said, You wish it was you.

The glare she fired back was priceless.

---

Ten days in Madrid had been glorious. But before the swap could expire, I initiated another—no hesitation, no looking back.

One blink, and the sun-soaked streets of Spain vanished. The next, I was in the steam-clouded kitchen of a Parisian bistro, my hands moving with practiced precision as I diced shallots into paper-thin crescents. Around me, the chaos of dinner service roared: the hiss of seared duck, the clang of pans, the sous chef’s barked orders in rapid-fire French.

Mathieu.

His life was all sharp knives and hotter tempers, a world of reduced wines and rare meats, of calloused fingers and a permanent burn mark on his left forearm. I loved it instantly.

But the best part? Christophe.

Mathieu’s boyfriend was tall, broad-shouldered, with the kind of effortless dominance that made my—his—body react before my brain could catch up. The first night, Christophe didn’t even wait until we were fully inside their apartment. The door had barely shut behind us before he shoved me against it, his mouth crashing onto mine, his hands already working open the buttons of Mathieu’s stained chef’s jacket.

"Tu me manquait aujourd'hui," he growled against my throat.

A shiver tore through me. My back arched, pressing into him as his grip tightened on my hips. He knew exactly how to touch this body—where to bite, how hard to press, when to let his fingers dig in just shy of pain. Every flick of his tongue, every possessive drag of his palms over Mathieu’s skin was a lesson in control.

And the best part? He had no idea.

No idea Mathieu had signed up for Metamorph. No idea the man he was pinning to the mattress, the throat he was marking, the body he worshiped with rough, knowing hands—wasn’t his boyfriend at all.

That made it even hotter.

I spent days in their sunlit apartment, letting Christophe map every inch of Mathieu’s skin like he owned it. Mornings started with his mouth between my thighs, evenings ended with my back against the shower tiles, steam and sweat and Christophe’s voice in my ear: "T’es à moi."

And for a while, I let myself believe this was my real life.

Then, one morning, as I lay tangled in their rumpled sheets, Christophe’s arm slung heavy over my waist, my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

A message from Max:

Max: Hey. Your body hasn’t been available in a few weeks. You avoiding me?

My stomach twisted. I deleted it without responding.

---

After Paris, I decided to switch things up. No more tangled sheets, no more possessive boyfriends (as hot as that was). This time? A straight guy.

I chose Bangkok.

Kiet's body was a fucking masterpiece. Broad shoulders that strained against his tank top, abs carved like a Roman statue, thighs thick from years of Muay Thai squats. And then there was that—the kind of natural endowment that made even loose gym shorts look like a sin.

The first time I caught my reflection in the gym mirror, mid-pull-up, I nearly laughed out loud. Jesus Christ. No wonder people stared.

I dropped from the bar, rolling my shoulders, and caught my sparring partner—Ton—watching me. Again.

He was leaner than Kiet, all wiry muscle and sharp elbows, but quick as a viper in the ring. And the way his gaze kept flicking to my chest, my arms, my—

Yeah. He’s into me.

Which was hilarious, because Kiet’s profile had been very clear: 100% straight.

That didn’t stop me from having a little fun.

I grabbed my water bottle, taking a long drink just to watch Ton’s throat work as he watched me swallow.

"You’ve been getting stronger," I said, clapping him on the shoulder, letting my thumb brush the damp skin of his collarbone. "Looking good lately."

He stiffened, then shrugged, trying to play it cool. "Just training hard."

"Must be," I mused, stepping closer to adjust his stance—close enough that he could feel my breath on his neck. "Girls must be noticing, huh?"

His jaw tightened. "Yeah. Maybe."

I sighed dramatically, shaking my head. "Wish I had your luck. My girl’s been so distant lately…"

A lie. Kiet was single. But Ton’s eyes darkened, conflicted—caught between concern, jealousy, and something far more interesting.

I let the tension simmer for days. Lingering touches. Compliments that walked the line between friendly and too friendly. The way Ton’s breath hitched when I wiped sweat off his brow after a brutal round. The way he’d stare at my mouth when I laughed.

And then—on my last day in Kiet’s body—I decided to give him exactly what he wanted.

The locker room was empty except for us, steam curling in the air as Ton toweled off. I leaned against the lockers, watching.

"You ever think about trying something new?" I asked, voice low.

He froze. "Like what?"

I pushed off the lockers, closing the distance between us in two strides. His breath caught as I caged him against the bench, close enough to feel his pulse racing.

"Like this," I murmured.

And then I kissed him.

Just once. Just enough to feel him melt against me for half a second before he jerked back, eyes wide, lips parted in shock.

I grinned, stepping away. "See you around, Ton."

And then I left him there—flushed, breathless, and utterly ruined.

---

After Bangkok’s sweat and adrenaline, I craved something decadent. So I chose Mo.

One moment, I was in a humid gym locker room; the next, I was standing on a private balcony, the dry desert wind tousling my hair as Dubai’s skyline glittered below like scattered diamonds. The air smelled of expensive cologne and the faint, briny tang of the Persian Gulf.

I closed my eyes and rifled through Mo’s memories.

By day, I was the polished heir to a Bahraini business empire—custom suits, boardroom smiles, a family name that opened doors with a whisper. By night? A closeted hurricane, fucking my way through the diplomatic corps with the kind of reckless hunger that came from a lifetime of restraint.

I grinned, running a hand down my chest—Mo’s chest, lean and toned from private trainers and rooftop yoga. This was going to be fun.

For the first time since Max, I got a notification from the resident of my body.

It was Mo.

He’d sent a selfie: my body—his body now—wearing a croppedtop, my (his?) hips cocked in a way I’d never dared in public.

Mo: Turns out your closet was full of boring clothes for an out guy. Fixed that 😘

I barked a laugh. I’d never wear that—too bold, too femme—but something warm curled in my chest. He was out there, living freely in my skin, good for him.

Then my phone buzzed again.

This time, it was a text from Niklas—Mo’s very German, very blond fuckbuddy with the shoulders of a Olympian swimmer:

“You’ve been quiet. I’m in town. You down to meet up tonight?”

I bit my lip. Honestly, I might be the lucky one in this dynamic.

And I know, I know—the gay community would have me burned at the stake for saying it, but there was something thrilling about stepping back into the closet.

The stolen glances across gilded hotel lobbies. The way Niklas’s hand “accidentally” brushed mine under the table at dinner. The risk of it—the way Mo’s pulse would jump when a colleague mentioned seeing him at a certain bar, the way his breath hitched when he had to lie flawlessly to his father’s friends.

It was a game. A performance. And I’d always been a damn good actor.

By the end of ten days, Niklas had me pressed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of Mo’s penthouse, his teeth in my shoulder, the city lights blurring below us as I gasped something halfway between Arabic and German.

But all good things end.

I opened the app, scrolling through potential hosts, but the credits were dwindling. I'd only have enough left for one more swap

---

That’s when I found Ryan.

His profile popped up late one night as I scrolled through the app, the glow of the screen casting sharp shadows across my borrowed Dubai penthouse. Toronto. My hometown. And his body—Jesus Christ—almost as defined as Kiet’s, but leaner, more compact. Like a swimmer’s build dialed up to eleven. His face was softer too, boyish in a way that made his sharp jawline even more striking. Early twenties, probably.

The swap hit like a punch of crisp Canadian air. One second, I was surrounded by desert heat and the weight of Mo’s secrets; the next, I stood in a dimly lit Toronto bedroom, rolling Ryan’s shoulders, flexing his arms, marveling at the way his muscles moved under smooth, pale skin. The guy was built—not just gym-strong, but gymnast-strong, every line of him taut and efficient.

And yet.

I opened his closet and nearly groaned. Oversized band tees. Baggy joggers. A hoodie that could’ve housed a family of four. It was a crime.

I remedied that immediately.

One trip to the mall later and Ryan’s wardrobe had been… optimized. Graphic tees that clung just right (subtle nerd references, because his browsing history betrayed him). A few button downs that I would leave one too many buttons undone on. Dark jeans that hugged his thighs. A thin silver chain with dog tags that rested perfectly against his collarbones.

There. Now he looked like someone who knew what he was working with.

We’d agreed to meet—him in my body, me in his—at a bar near his place. The irony wasn’t lost on me: two strangers, each wearing the other’s skin, about to critique the fit.

I spotted him the second I walked in.

There I was—me—slouched at the bar in one of Ryan’s tragic hoodies, fingers drumming against a beer bottle. He turned, caught sight of his own body striding toward him, and holy shit, the way his eyes darkened—like he’d just walked in on himself naked.

He whistled low. “So,” he said, nodding at me—at himself, “you’re the guy squatting in my skin.”

I laughed, sliding onto the stool beside him. “And you’re the guy who dresses like a monk despite having a god-tier physique.”

Ryan—my Ryan, in my body—flushed, rubbing the back of his neck (my neck). “Yeah, well. I didn’t always look like this. Kinda hard to shake the habit of hiding.”

“You should try it sometime.” I leaned in, close enough to watch his pupils dilate. “I went for a shirtless run yesterday. Nearly caused a traffic accident.”

He choked on his beer.

We ended up back at his place, sprawled across his bed, fingers tracing the lines of his—my—body with a kind of awed frustration. His hands lingered on his own abs, now mine, his brow furrowed. “It’s weird,” he muttered. “Seeing it from the outside. Like it’s not even real.”

I caught his wrist, pressed his palm flat against the ridges of muscle. “It’s real. And this is how people see you all the time. You just never let yourself believe it.”

He huffed a laugh, but his fingers flexed, greedy. “And you? This body has been getting stares all day. People really check you out like this?”

“Oh, absolutely.” I smirked, sliding my hands down my—his—waist, admiring the way the muscles tensed under my touch. “I mean, I’m checking me out right now.”

Our chemistry was stupid. Electric. By the time our initial swap period ended, Ryan didn’t hesitate. “Let’s stay like this,” he said, his voice rough. “Another week.”

I agreed.

It was intoxicating, watching him come alive in my skin—louder, brighter, freer—while simultaneously craving the way he yielded to me in his own body. The way he’d arch into my touch, like he was rediscovering himself through my hands.

And then, one night, his lips against my ear: “What do you say to making this permanent?”

My breath hitched.

“I want to be you,” he murmured, fingers laced through mine. “And more importantly, I want you to be me.”

I should’ve said yes. We fit. I loved this body—the strength of it, the way it moved—and the idea of keeping my old life close, just… reshuffled. My family, my friends, but through new eyes. A fresh start without the goodbyes.

But something itched under my skin. The rush of the past months—Madrid, Paris, Bangkok, Dubai—the thrill of slipping into someone else’s life, just for a taste.

“I want to try a few more people first,” I admitted.

Ryan didn’t push. Just nodded, kissed me slow and deep, and whispered, “Of course. I’ll be here.” A pause. Then, with a grin that sent heat straight to my borrowed bones: “But don’t wait too long.”

--

That turned out to be the dumbest mistake I could’ve made.

The second the 48-hour grace period ended after my swap with Ryan, the world lurched—like a roller coaster dropping out from under me—and then I was back in Max’s body.

Fuck.

I screamed, slamming his fists against the bathroom counter. The reflection staring back at me was all soft edges and tired eyes, that same patchy stubble, that same defeated slump I’d seen a dozen times before. My stomach twisted. No. No no no—

I grabbed his phone.

A DM pinged immediately.

Max: You’ve been holding out on me, gorgeous. I’ve been swapping nonstop, trying to forget how good you felt—but the second I saw your body was available again? I knew had to do something about it.

He sent with it a few pictures of my body shirtless, as if to taunt me.

My blood turned to ice.

I should’ve known better.

I should’ve known he’d been watching. Waiting. That he’d pounce the second my guard was down.

I was a fucking idiot.

Damn right I’ll be taking Ryan’s offer as soon as I’m back in my body.

I opened the app, fingers shaking, and checked the countdown.

Expecting 10 days.

Expecting anything but what I saw.

Permanent.

No.

No no no no no—

That wasn’t supposed to be possible. I didn’t accept that.

What the fuck did he do?!

Who was my best swap

Mateo

Mathieu

Kiet

Mo

Ryan

Voting ended onMay 16, 2025

[mindmelter]

A Better Gift Than Chocolates

It was Valentine's Day, and Diego was about to buy a box of chocolates for his girlfriend as the loving and caring boyfriend he was. However, when a scrawny young man noticed his big ass, Diego's plans for the day, or rather, for his life, were about to change.

Diego was caught off guard when he felt someone grab his ass from behind. "This ass is mine," the young man whispered into his ear. Diego thought about punching him or shouting at him to take his dirty hands off his ass, but his head suddenly became foggy and his pupils dilated, there was something about that young man's voice that made his words sound so convincing...

"This ass is... yours," Diego responded with an emotionless voice. The young man smirked and slapped Diego's ass hard.

"It sure is, big guy," The young man chuckled, pulling down Diego's shorts and admiring his bare muscular cheeks, he groped and squeezed them for a while. Diego just continued standing motionless with a blank face as he mindlessly repeated, "This ass is yours..."

"You know, I was just going to buy some chocolate for my boyfriend, but I think he will like to eat your ass a lot more than chocolates." The young man pressed his body behind Diego and pushed his hard dick into Diego's tight entrance. He then put his head on Diego's shoulder and whispered close to his ear, "Now I want you to say 'This body is yours'."

"T-This bo-body... is... is aaarghh..." Diego tried to obey, but he was afraid of what was going to happen if he did. Even with his mind feeling so cloudy, he could feel something wasn't right.

The young man thrusted his cock deeper inside his ass. "C'mon, big guy, all you have to do is say the words. Stop resisting and let me in," He whispered, his voice shattering any resistance left inside Diego's mind.

"This body... is yours." As Diego said those words, his eyes rolled back and he moaned, his hard cock started to spurt cum all over the chocolate boxes and everything went dark for him...

As Diego's cock spurted his last load, the young man was suddenly sucked into Diego's body, there were now only the young man's clothes left on the floor. Diego was grinning now as he looked at the cum coated chocolate boxes in front of him, the cum being the true essence of what was once Diego.

Diego gave his ass a hard slap, "Thank you for the body, your huge ass will be fitting for my boyfriend's huge cock," Diego said, pulling up his shorts and then leaving the supermarket without any chocolate.

[permanentswaps]

Swapping Futures Pt. 2

6 years later ...

Alex sat in his small apartment, staring at the wedding invitation in his hands. It was from Jordan, who was still in his former body.

After all these years, the two had never swapped back. In fact, aside from a few “happy birthday” and “congrats on graduating” texts, they hadn’t really spoken at all since freshman year. The elegant card that Alex fiddled with was a wedding invitation—Jordan was getting married in his former body to a man named Chase.

Alex looked at the card, feeling a pang of jealousy and frustration. Despite earning his art degree, he had struggled to hold down a good job. His creative aspirations clashed with the practical demands of the job market, leading him to be laid off twice since graduating.

His love life was no better. Despite his attraction to girls, his relationships never lasted. The fuckboy attitude he had developed in college didn’t help either—nor did the slight beer belly he’d gotten from four years of nonstop partying.

Nevertheless, Alex accepted the invitation and traveled to the wedding.

---

The night before the wedding, Alex arrived at the welcome party. The venue was stunning, filled with fairy lights and elegant decorations. As he stepped inside, he spotted Jordan—now in Alex’s body—chatting easily with guests. Jordan looked incredible—super muscular and stylish, the kind of body Alex had only dreamed of maintaining. His broad shoulders filled out the tailored suit perfectly, and his chiseled jawline and confident smile made him stand out in the crowd.

Jordan’s fiancé, Chase, was equally attractive, exuding a confident, old-money charm that made them seem like a couple out of a fairy tale. Alex couldn’t help but stare. The envy he had felt looking at the invitation paled in comparison to what he felt now. He noticed Chase’s hand resting possessively on Jordan’s shoulder, and the ease with which they interacted made Alex’s stomach churn.

Catching sight of Alex, Jordan flashed a genuine smile and walked over, Chase by his side. “Jordan, it’s been too long,” Jordan said, his voice warm and familiar.

Alex forced a smile, shaking Jordan’s hand. “Yeah, it really has. Congrats, man. You look... great.”

“Thanks,” Jordan replied, his eyes briefly scanning Alex’s face, perhaps noticing the changes the years had wrought. “It means a lot that you came.”

Chase extended his hand to Alex, introducing himself with a polite nod. “I’ve heard a lot about you. It’s good to finally meet.”

Alex hesitated for a moment before shaking Chase’s hand, forcing a response. “Yeah, same here,” he mumbled, the words feeling hollow. He hadn't talked to Jordan in years, and the reality of their distance was hitting him hard.

Throughout the evening, Alex watched Jordan with his college friends. Laughter echoed across the room as they shared stories and memories. Jordan was at ease, clearly having built strong, meaningful relationships.

The way his friends gravitated towards him, laughing and reminiscing, put a pit in Alex’s stomach.. He hadn’t kept in touch with many of his friends—they were more party friends, the kind you lose track of once the good times fade. And now, the glory days were over and he was alone.

He couldn’t shake the feeling that Jordan was living the life he should have had—successful, loved, and confident—while he had been left with the remnants of a life he no longer recognized.

---

Finally, finding a moment alone with Jordan outside on the patio, Alex couldn't hold back his feelings any longer. “Alex, I have to admit, I’m surprised,” Alex began, his voice shaking. “I never thought you’d adapt so well... I mean I was never okay with being gay in my old body. I didn’t think you would get used to it so easily. ”

Jordan smiled, a hint of understanding in his eyes. “Well it actually wasn’t easy at first, but I found my way. Chase helped a lot, and I realized that I could be happy in ways I never imagined.”

Alex's jealousy flared. “I’ve been struggling. I can’t find a good job, can’t keep a girlfriend around... I miss my old life.”

Jordan looked at Alex with compassion. “I’m sorry to hear that. But you can still find your path. You’re creative, talented...”

Alex's frustration boiled over. “What if I want my old life back, Jordan? What if I want to swap back?”

Jordan's face fell. That was the first time anyone had called him by his old name in over 7 years. He took a deep breath. “You know we can’t do that now.”

“Why not?” Alex retorted.

“I mean for one thing, I’m getting married tomorrow. And I’m happy, truly happy – Chase makes me happy. Besides, I don’t think swapping back would change what you’re feeling. We’ve both grown into these lives.”

“But Jordan, we had a deal! We could swap back at any time if either of us wanted to. Well I want to!” Alex protested.

Jordan’s eyes briefly flashed with an emotion halfway between annoyance and anger. “No, I won’t do that. And stop calling me Jordan, that hasn't been my name in years.”

Jordan turned away, heading back inside to join Chase and the other guests.

As the evening wore on, Alex's mind spiraled – if Jordan wouldn’t give him his body back, he would take it for himself.

---

Later that night, Alex retrieved the old Norse amulet from his suitcase. Alongside it, he pulled out a small, worn booklet filled with handwritten notes and incantations—he hadn’t read it really since that fateful day 7 years ago.

Determined to undo the swap, Alex slipped back into the party. In a secluded corner, Alex began to chant the incantation from the booklet. His voice trembled with a mix of hope and frustration as he recited the ancient words. He waited for the familiar dizzying sensation from years ago, but nothing happened. Panic set in as he tried again, his voice growing increasingly irritated and desperate with each failed attempt.

Frustrated and on edge, Alex stormed over to Jordan, the amulet and booklet clutched tightly in his hand. “We need to talk. Now,” he demanded, his voice barely controlled.

Jordan’s smile faded as he saw the intensity in Alex’s expression. He politely excused himself from the group and again followed Alex outside to the patio.

Once they were alone, Jordan looked at Alex with a hint of pity but no real regret. “It not going to work Jordan. I sealed myself in this body during sophomore year. The swap is permanent.”

Alex’s eyes widened in shock. “You what??”

Jordan nodded, his gaze steady. “Well it all started when I met Chase. You see I was feeling really down about the move to North Carolina and had regretted staying swapped with you. And one night this really sweet guy found me crying on a park bench.”

---

6 years earlier

Jordan sat on the edge of campus, his back hunched and his eyes red from crying. The campus was quiet, save for the occasional chirping of crickets. He tried to compose himself, wiping his eyes and taking deep breaths. He was just starting to calm down when he noticed someone sit down silently on the bench next to him.

Jordan glanced over, and to his surprise, the guy didn’t immediately speak or intrude. After a moment, the guy broke the silence with a casual comment, “You know, crickets are like the ultimate background noise. They’re like nature’s white noise machine.”

Jordan couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle, his mood lifting slightly. “Yeah, I guess they are,” he said, a hint of a smile forming.

The guy  turned to him with a grin. “They’re so loud here. That’s why this is my favorite place to just sit and think. I guess I’m glad to see someone else has discovered its charm.”

Jordan smiled, feeling a strange sense of connection. “Well, it’s definitely a good spot for clearing your head.”

“I’m Chase” the guy said, extending his hand.

“Alex” Jordan replied.

Every day that week, the two met up on the same bench. Their conversations grew deeper, and they became close friends. Jordan found solace in their nightly talks and Chase’s unwavering support.

Over time, Jordan realized that his feelings for Chase went beyond friendship. He was terrified of this new dimension to their relationship, but Chase was there, providing reassurance. “It’s okay,” Chase had told him gently. “We can figure this out together.”

About a month later, Chase and Jordan made it official and started dating. Their relationship felt right, and Jordan was happier than he had been in a long time.

Around that time, Jordan looked pulled out the amulet and the old booklet that went with it. He realized that if he had sex while wearing the amulet, it would seal him in Alex’s body permanently.

One night, he and Chase were hanging out in his dorm. He was twiddling the amulet in his fingers, the weight of his decision heavy on his mind. Chase walked over and joined him on the bed.

Chase started by cuddling him, their bodies pressed close together, Chase's warmth seeping into him. Chase's hand moved from Jordan's back to his thigh, stroking gently at first, then more firmly. He kissed Jordan's biceps, his lips lingering on the muscles.

Before Jordan knew it, Chase’s hands were roaming over his body, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Chase’s fingers traced the lines of Jordan's abs, and Jordan felt a surge of desire. He responded eagerly, kissing Chase back, their tongues exploring each other's mouths.

As their clothes came off, Jordan’s heart raced. Chase’s touch was electrifying, sending shivers down his spine. Chase noticed the amulet in Jordan’s hand, his eyes lighting up with curiosity. “Wow, that’s really cool. You should put it on,” Chase said with a grin.

Jordan hesitated for a moment, knowing what would happen if he did. But he couldn’t resist the moment, the connection he felt with Chase. He slipped the amulet over his head, the cold metal settling against his chest. Chase’s grin widened, and he gently pushed Jordan onto the bed.

Chase lubed up his cock, his eyes never leaving Jordan’s. He positioned himself between Jordan’s legs and slowly slid inside him. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and intensity that left Jordan breathless. He moaned softly, his body arching towards Chase.

Chase moved with a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Jordan. Their bodies moved in sync, the connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Chase’s hands roamed over Jordan’s chest, tracing the lines of his muscles.

They switched positions, and Jordan found himself straddling Chase, his hands resting on Chase’s chest. Chase’s eyes locked onto his, filled with desire and something deeper. Jordan began to ride him, his movements guided by the rhythm of their breaths.

As Jordan leaned forward, the amulet fell from his chest into Chase’s mouth. Chase bit down on the chain with a playful grin, his teeth glinting in the dim light. He reached for more lube, his hand wrapping around Jordan’s cock. The combination of sensations was almost too much to bear. Chase’s hand moved with expert precision, stroking Jordan’s cock while thrusting up into him. The pleasure built to a crescendo, and Jordan felt himself teetering on the edge. With a loud moan, Jordan exploded, his orgasm washing over him in powerful waves, sealing himself in the body forever.

---

Present day…

Jordan looked at Alex with a mixture of sympathy and firmness. “I tried to tell you nicely to give it up, but since you won’t take that for an answer, you should know the truth. I am Alex now and forever.”

Alex stood there, stunned and devastated. Jordan’s words left no room for argument.

“Have a nice life, Jordan,” Jordan said, turning away to rejoin the party.

[permanentswaps]

Swapping Futures Pt. 1

The day after high school graduation, Alex and Jordan sat outside Jordan’s family home in the quiet Oregon suburbs.

“So,” Alex began, kicking a loose stone with his shoe. “You ready for Berkeley?”

Jordan sighed, leaning back against the porch railing. “Yeah, I guess. But it’s not Northwestern, you know?”

Alex chuckled. “Yeah, I still can’t believe we got into each other’s dream schools but not our own.”

Jordan nodded. “And I still can’t believe your parents won’t let you major in Art History.”

“Tell me about it,” Alex scoffed.

They sat in silence for a moment, the weight of the future pressing down on them.

Alex broke the quiet, his voice low. “You know, I’ve been thinking... I might’ve found a way for us to solve both our problems.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

With a sigh, Alex pulled a small pouch from his pocket. “When my family went to Norway, I bought these magic amulets. They’ve got runes on them that supposedly have body-swapping powers.”

Jordan stared at him, incredulous. “Are you serious?”

Alex nodded. “Yeah. I tried them with my brother, and it worked.”

“No way. You’re messing with me,” Jordan said, his skepticism clear.

“I’m not,” Alex insisted. “We swapped for a day. But it was too weird, so I made him swap back.”

Jordan was silent, processing. “So, what are you suggesting?”

Alex took a deep breath. “What if we went to college as each other? You go to Northwestern as me, and I go to Berkeley as you.”

“That’s… that’s insane,” Jordan said, eyes wide.

“Think about it,” Alex leaned forward, his voice earnest. “Nobody at the colleges knows us. Everyone reinvents themselves in college anyway. You can be ‘Alex’ at Northwestern, and I can be ‘Jordan’ at Berkeley. We wouldn’t have to pretend to be each other. We could just be ourselves in each other’s bodies. It’s a chance to live the life we actually want.”

Jordan sat in silence, considering the idea. After a long pause, he nodded slowly. “Alright. Let’s do it. Let’s swap lives at the end of the summer.”

The weeks flew by as they spent the summer savoring their last taste of freedom before school started. On the final night, they met again on Jordan’s porch. The moon cast a soft glow, and crickets chirped in the warm night air. Alex held the small pouch of amulets, his fingers trembling slightly. He handed one to Jordan along with a small booklet explaining the incantations. While they only needed one amulet to swap, this would give them each the power trigger a swap if anything happened.

“Alright, are you ready for this?” Alex asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jordan nodded, the moonlight catching the nervous glint in his eyes. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Suddenly, a sharp, dizzying sensation enveloped them. The world seemed to spin, and Alex gripped the edge of the porch to steady himself. When the world settled, he found himself staring at Jordan – but from a different perspective.

Alex, now in Jordan’s body, looked down at his hands, flexing them experimentally. He felt the strength in his new muscles, the calluses on his fingers from years of sports. “Wow, this is... weird.”

Jordan, now in Alex’s body, laughed, the sound both familiar and strange. “Tell me about it.”

Alex ran his hands over his new abs, feeling the firm muscles beneath his fingertips. He marveled at the strength and definition in his new physique. Although he hadn’t been brave enough to come out to anyone yet, he had always found Jordan to be quite cute.

Pulling himself away from Jordan’s abs, Alex reiterated the rules of the swap. “Remember, we can switch back if either of us is unhappy,” he said. “But it only works if we’re physically in the same place. So we’ll have to wait until at least Thanksgiving break.”

Jordan, in Alex’s body, nodded, a mix of hesitancy and excitement in his eyes. “Got it. Well lets see how it goes.”

---

At their respective campuses, Alex and Jordan became absorbed in their new lives. What started as daily chats gradually dwindled into brief exchanges and casual likes on Instagram. They were drifting apart like typical high school friends – only it seemed oddly effortless for two who had swapped bodies.

When Thanksgiving break arrived, both returned to Oregon. On a cold afternoon, they met up at the park near Jordan’s house. The bare trees shivered in the wind, and their breaths puffed visibly in the crisp air as they greeted each other with awkward smiles and tentative hugs.

As they settled onto a bench, the crisp winter air seemed to amplify the awkwardness between them. Jordan, now in Alex’s body, had bulked up noticeably since their last meeting. The snug leather jacket and hoodie he wore accentuated his newly muscular build. Alex, on the other hand, looked a bit lighter and more carefree.

“So,” Alex began, adjusting the fit of Jordan’s jacket with a proud smile, “how’s business school treating you, Alex?”

Jordan sighed, rubbing his hands together to warm them. “It’s brutal, honestly. I bit off more than I can chew with this courseload. The classes are intense, and the pressure is just... relentless.”

Alex nodded sympathetically. “I get that. But you look great. That gym routine must be working wonders.”

Jordan chuckled, though it was clear the compliment was appreciated. “Yeah, I guess. It helps me blow off steam. Plus, it’s nice to see the results.”

Alex’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “You wouldn’t believe how great my classes are going. I’m totally engrossed in everything. And, man, the social scene here is amazing. I’ve been meeting so many interesting people.”

Jordan raised an eyebrow. “Interesting people, huh?”

“Yeah!” Alex leaned in, a conspiratorial grin on his face. “And, uh, let’s just say I’m not doing too badly with the ladies. Things are going pretty well in that department.”

Jordan smirked, a little taken aback by Alex’s enthusiasm. “Sounds like you’re really making the most of it, Jordan. I’m glad.”

The conversation drifted as they shared stories and updates about their new lives, carefully avoiding any mention of their body swap or the idea of swapping back. It was as if acknowledging the swap would unravel the carefully constructed normalcy they had settled into.

The sun began to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows over the park. Jordan glanced at his watch and sighed. “I should probably get going. I’ve got a lot of studying to do.”

Alex nodded, standing up. “Yeah, me too. I’ve got a bunch of readings and assignments. We should try to keep in touch, Alex. You know how it is, though—things get busy.”

Jordan offered a vague smile. “Definitely. It’s been good catching up, even if it’s just like this.”

They shared one last, slightly awkward hug before parting ways.

Despite their promises to keep in touch, it was late spring when the two finally spoke again. Jordan’s call came as a bit of a suprise to Alex, who had managed to even forget that he hadn’t always been ‘Jordan’ a few times over the past few months.

“Hey, Jordan,” Jordan’s voice crackled over the line. “So, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“What’s up?” Alex asked, leaning back in his chair as he listened intently.

“My—well, your—family is moving to North Carolina,” Jordan continued, his tone tad apprehensive. “My mom just got a big promotion, and we’re all heading out there at the end of the semester. I’ll be going back home to pack up my stuff. But I’m not sure when I’ll make it back to Oregon again—probably not until summer after sophomore year.”

Alex’s silence stretched, the weight of the news sinking in. Acknowledging the swap for the first time in so long had taken him off guard.

Jordan broke the silence. “I know we haven’t talked about it in a while, but I wanted to see… are you still okay with this? Do you want to commit to the swap for at least another year?”

Alex considered the question, his thoughts drifting to the vibrant campus life and friendships he had cultivated in Berkeley. “Honestly, I can’t imagine it being any other way. Berkeley has been awesome—way better than I expected. Leaving all my friends and this place behind? I don’t know, it doesn’t feel right.”

Jordan’s response was a mix of relief and sadness. “I get it. I mean, I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss my old body. But I’ve really gotten into my courses at Northwestern, and I’ve settled in pretty well here. Going back now wouldn’t make sense.”

As Alex stood watching the moving truck drive away with all his old things just a few months later, a wave of sadness washed over him. But as the truck disappeared down the street, he found himself smirking. The thought of staying like this, living as Jordan, felt oddly right.

It looked like he was going to be Jordan for the long haul.

[petew21-blog]

Revenge possession, part 2

"So what is this game called again?" I asked out loud with Devon's voice.

Devon in the back of our mind:"Dead by daylight. You play either as a survivor or the killer. Depending on the role you have to escape or kill all the survivors."

I chuckled a bit:"You don't see how that's ironic?"

Devon was silent. "I'm so sorry, man. Jesus, I didn't think this through. Haha. Well... you should be good in this game right?"

Me:"Not really. I kinda didn't even know I was being hunted. Your parents just picked me up and then tortured me in the woods. I didn't have much of a chance to even run."

Devon:"Oh... I'm so sorry for that, man. My parents are horrible people."

Me:"Yeah. And I know they killed much more people than just me. That's why it needs to stop"

Devon:"So are you sure that killing them would be the best revenge for all these years of their murder spree?"

Me:"What else can I do? It's not like I had much of a choice. Few days ago I didn't even have a body. Now I co-share yours. Yeah, stealing their sons body is good revenge too, but you're a good person. And I don't want to take over your life."

Devon:"Not what I was aiming for. I honestly love having you here with me. You're like a second voice/brother/best friend inside of me. Oh shit. I just figured. I keep calling you bro. What's your real name?"

Me:"Paul. Took you long to ask, man. Not cool"

Devon:"Sorry, haha. So... Paul. You're like 40 now, right?"

Me:"I would be if your parents didn't kill me. But I died when I was 21 like you are now. So my mind basically stayed 21 I suppose. Except for roaming the country I didn't have much fun through all these years. These past few days as you, just chilling here, playing video games, jerking off and talking to you is the most fun I had over these 20 years."

Devon took control over his body to let go of the controler and to flex his biceps. The sweat hitting his nose.

Me:"What are you doing? I thought we were gonna play?"

Devon:"Nah, just reminding you what body you're in"

Devon:"Look at me man. I have beautiful abs, massive arms. These thighs could crush a melon between them. I appreciate that you picked me and that you like my body, but you gotta do something about this. We gotta go have fun. With another living being."

Me:"Devon... I really am happy how you treat me in your body, but... I don't think we have the same type of dating pool"

Devon:"I don't care whoever you fuck. I'm straight, or atleast I think I am, but very accepting. And if my man inside of me wants to fuck some handsome man, I will be more than happy to help you out. Bros gotta help each other"

Me:"But it's gonna be your body, man."

Devon:"So? You could do much worse with my body and you didn't. Getting fucked or fucking someone in the ass is not so bad."

Me:"Ok? So what place do you suggest?"

Devon:"Gym. We can show everyone what this body can do. Lot of people observe me there, so you can pick whoever you desire"

We arrived to the gym. So many hot and sexy people in sight. Devon took control to do his normal routine. It sucks that I could also have a body like this, but back in the day I wanted to see the world. I wanted to be myself in a world that hates my kind. Twenty years later, the world is so much more accepting. It's not ideal, but wow. How things gave changed

I still can't believe that Devon let's me stay in his body. I mean, look at him. He could be anything, have anyone. And yet this hot piece of meat is depressed with his easy life, being alone most of the time. I guess that's what happens when your serial killer parents move your family every now and then. You don't have any friends and those that you did might already be dead by their hand. How horrible... I honestly can't wait to see them. To look them in their face. With their son's face and to kill them. I hope Devon will forgive me. I know he says he wants to stop them, but it's his parents. I just have to make sure that he will not stop me when the time comes

Devon was just finishing up, when a cute twink approached us.

The guy:"Hey, I hope you don't mind that I was watching you"

Devon:"Nah, it's ok man. You need a hand with lifting?"

The guy smiled. "Oh I do need a hand, I just don't know If I asked the right person"

Devon sat down, looking all confused:"That depends if..."

I stopped Devon mid sentence. "I think that's a cue for me to take over, ok?"

Devon now in the back of my mind:"Sorry man, I usually don't respond to guys hitting on me. Go on. Have fun"

I smiled at the guy and casually finished the sentence

We headed to the showers. The owners must be probably sick with all these guys hooking up here. But we didn't care. We made out passionately. The twins was all over my muscles, as I would be in his place too. He was a bit smaller. That gave me a sense of dominating him.

I stopped and smiled at the guy. "I... just gotta let you know that I am a virgin"

Devon:"What!!! Dude, you never had sex with anyone?"

The guy looked at me from top to bottom. "You? If good looking people like you are virgins, then I have no idea how world works."

I chuckled nervously. It was true. I was 21 when I died, but back then it was much harder to date a find gay guy. Now you can just download Grindr and in a few minutes you got yourself a guy in your bedroom

Twink:"Well in that case we can go to your place and have some fun there. This isn't a very nice place to have your first time, don't you think"

I just smiled and nodded in approval

We were now in Devon's messy room. The guy was really shocked to see such a straight man cave, but didn't say a word. We made out. He took off my shirt soaked in sweat from gym. His lips now kissed my neck and went to over my pecs, down the middle to my waist band. He took my hard dick into his hand, squeezed hard and looked me deep into my eyes. His look was so full of lust, yet I could tell it was superficial. This guy isn't looking for romance. He just wants to be fucked hard. So let's give it to him

I took a bit of control of the moment. I grabbed him by the neck. Turned him around and pressed him against the wall. He was now moaning in pleasure as I was rubbing my hard dick hidden beneath the layers of my clothes against his ass. I was still holding him, choking him.

I pulled of my shorts and his just low enough to get my dick in there. I wanted to push it right in there. As hard as I could

Devon suddenly screamed out from the back of his mind:"Condom dude!!!"

I left the guy, moanjng against the wall, reaching out to the condom on the shelf. I was struggling to find which side to pick to put it on my dick

Twink:"Wait. Let me" it was obvious he jas done it a few times. The condor was on in a matters of seconds. "Do you have any lube?"

Devon intervened again:"Top drawer. Give him more attention, man. You're making it all about yourself"

"Shut up" I said out loud as a response to Devon, but the guy looked confused. "Oh sorry, not you. I'm just nervous. I have lube right here."

The guy went on Devon's bed on his back. His clothes were now gone and his ass was welcoming my dick. His legs wide open.

I pressed lightly my dick with a ridiculous ammount of lube on top.

It went smoothly so I tried to went all the way. This seemed to hurt the twins. "Hold your horses. I'm good, but not that good. A bit slower, cowboy."

I went in slowly. The pleasure got to Devon too. The way this guys ass was tight around the head of our dick was sending our minds to heaven.

I picked up the pace. The twink was moaning in pleasure and in pain at the same time. I grabbed him by the next to choke him. My other arm pressing his thigh.

Twink:"Harder!" I thought I was going as hard as possible, but I didn't think he could take it much more

Twink:"Harder!!!"

Devon:"Oh, jesus. Let me do it" Devon took over. I was in the back of our mind again. Still feeling everything.

Devon was like a beast, but the twink was really enjoying it.

I could feel all the cum building up. Ooh there's gonna be tons of cum.

Devon was biting his lower líp and furiously pounding this guy's ass. Sure, "Straight" my ass.

Devon:"I'm cumming!!!"

Twink:"Fill me! I want it all"

Devon shot out the stream of cum into the condom. The wave of pleasure was so overwhelming. So much, that I lost control for a moment. I didn't know what was happening.

I opened my eyes. Still as Devon. Good. But I was back in control. But I was alone here. I couldn't feel Devon

"DEVON?!?"

Twink:"Right here. You pushed my soul out of my body, dude. If the guy here wasn't as welcoming you would have me erased or something"

Me:"I'm so sorry. I didn't think that would happen."

Devon:"It's fine. This guy's soul is asleep or maybe gone? I don't know. But I can't hear him now. Dude! I could feel my body's orgasm and his orgasm at the same time. I can assure you, that this is definitely the best I'll ever feel. So overwhelming."

Me:"Shit, dude. We gotta figure out how to get you put of there. Or you might be stuck"

Devon:"What if we wait for a bit? I kinda wanna try having sex with my body."

Me:"Kinky. You wanna get pounded too?"

Devon:"Guess I'm not so straight anymore, right?"

After our first fucking session, Devon passed out from all the sex. We still didn't know where this guy's soul was, but we would figure that out soon. I was just happy that I was finally alive. And I even have a boyfriend now? If that's what I can call Devon. Not to put labels on our relationship or anything

I grabbed the first pair of shorts from the floor I could find. Still sweaty from the sex, I headed to the kitchen to get myself a drink of water.

I was interrupted by a dark figure in the corner of the room

"Hello, son"

I was full of rage. But I can't fuck it up now. If I kill him, I won't know where his mom is and that would take me another decade to find her.

"Hey, dad. How was your holiday"

"Oh wonderful. Rome is your mother's favourite place to visit"

I tried to act as much as possible. Devon was in his room in a wrong body, so that wouldn't help me.

"Did you go to Colosseum this time?"

"Oh, we sure did." The father responded. But in the matter of seconds his expression changed. He was now holding a gun pointed at me

"What are you doing, dad?!"

"Devon knows we went to Bahamas"

Fuck. So he knew all along that I'm not Devon. But how?

"Me and my wife found out that the folk like you, who want to have your revenge for what we did, come back as ghosts to make our lives a living hell."

"So I'm not the first one?"

"Hahaha. Of course you're not. The first one came when Devon was 2 years old. Of course he doesn't remember, but that was a nasty one. All the paranormal stuff. We didn't know what we were dealing with back then. But now, oh we are used to deal with you. But possessing Devon is a first. Some possessed us and tried to kill us, but obviously failed."

"How can you tell that I'm not him? Besides the question."

"Oh it's an aura thing. Once you have the experience and a good guidance, you can just tell when a soul isn't in their rightful place."

"Now, tell me. Did Devon put up a lot of fight? Your answer will change the course of your torture."

"Devon is ok. He's in the body of the guy downstairs. It was an accident"

"Sure it was. That would make sure that we couldn't kill you or him, right? We're not so stupid, mister. Although I will not enjoy killing my son, there is no other choice."

"If you kill me, I will go after you even more. I have for the past 20 years and I will even after you die. My soul will not rest until you burn in hell"

"Sure you can do that, but it will take you some time to get out of this thing."

He was holding a wooden object with symbols

"What is that thing?"

"That mister, is your prison. It will bind you inside, until it breaks, or someone opens it on purpose. Which happens rarely if you ask me."

"You're doing a big mistake. Devon is in his room in a different body. Let him atleast get his body back."

"I can't take that chance. Me and my wife have a life to live up to and we won't stop just because our son got himself in some trouble and can't handle it."

"It's your son! You would kill him just so you can continue your killing spree?"

"Oh, definitely. Having a child is a great thing, but taking a life. That's something you won't ever forget about. The control it gives you."

"You're sick. No parent would ever do this to their child"

From the hallway a second voice spoke:"Oh these two are a chatty couple, right honey? So chatty chatty. But we need to hurry up, so get on with this" the mother said towards her husband

I could feel a horrible pain in my chest. Feelings very similar to the ones I felt 20 years ago. This couple was killing me again

"Sorry Devon. We couldn't have done anything" father said

"Devon hates you too!" I screamed out

"You're talking too much" and then nothing.

I don't know for how long this continued. I don't even know what they did with Devon's beautiful body. How they got rid of it.

Soon I started to feel walls around me. Walls? As a ghost I wouldn't be able to. Except if this is their prison that they were talking about.

I opened my eyes. There was only darkness. Nothing else. I looked around and on the other side of my prison was someone sitting, crying.

I got up to approach this person. He looked up

It was Devon. He was crying

"Paul! They killed me. My own mother slit my throat. I told her it's me. But she just killed me and trapped me into thus thing."

"I'm so so sorry, Devon. I never wanted any of this. I wanted revenge for them. But they were ready. They knew. Your father didn't listen to me too. He didn't care. I told him about your soul. But they are more sadistic then I thought"

"Paul, I'm dead. My parents killed me. My OWN PARENTS!"

"Devon, they are horrible people. And we will get our lives back. Maybe not our old lives, but we will. But first we have to get out of here. We're gonna get through this together. Ok?"

Devon collapsed into my arms. I was just glad that I could hold someone even if I was a ghost now. We were gonna get out of here, but I had no idea how

Outside of the ghost trap, the world went by.

Devon's father held the trap tightly as he watched his old house burn. His wife held her head on his shoulder.

"Ahhh, I think I might miss Devon. He gave our life some order"

"He limited us. We couldn't ve ourselves all the time. Now we can. What do you say we go pick up some hitchhiker?"

"Ohhhh, that's a lovely idea. Get rid of that box, it gives me the creeps"

And as the two of them were laughing while leaving, the box was sinking deeply into the river below the bridge until some human would find it.

If Paul and Devon would know what was happening to then right now, they would be devastated.

Revenge possession

Devon was your normal college guy, who also had a god like body on the other hand. His life wasn't very special in many ways. He had two bro

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TF NBM/Head Swap Shorts I

Personal Trainer

Zach:

I think most people really push to meet their personal body goals but it takes a lot of motivation. My client Bradley puts in the work but I know sometimes it can be exhausting especially after a long day. That’s why I offer my customer’s a once a week head swap where I let them have my body for a day while I work out with theirs.

I actually really enjoy having Bradley’s body, he’s exactly my type! Thick and hairy. So it’s an extra bonus that I can work out naked since Bradley’s not here.

I even reward myself with a jerk session using Bradley’s thick cock. God this fury chest and these stinky pits… I’ve been working hard.

I run Bradley’s fingers over his sweaty hairy balls and bring them up to my noise.

“Yep… it’s time to have some fun now!”

I get up go over to Bradley’s bed and start sniffing his big smelly hairy feet. God, I sometimes just look forward to this all week.

I lay back and start jerking his meat.

I look over at the clock and notice the time. I still have 2 hours.

Hell, I could get loads done in that time! Woohoo!!

Bradley:

God I love my personal trainer, I don’t even give a shit about the work out. I just love that once a week, I get to have his body for a whole day.

I love exploring every inch of him. His nice bubbly ass, his thick cock, the muscles, oh I can’t forget about his big sexy feet!

I’m so glad that I really don’t need to do anything when we swap heads. Zach thinks that I work remote from his home but I haven’t told him that my day off is the same day we swap.

I’m just glad that I can send my entire day playing with his cock. I’ll spend hours stroking it and edging it. When I’m ready for it to bust, I’ll pull my head off and plant my mouth right on it.

It’s the best feeling, using your own head like a toy. And I get to swallow all of Zach’s load.

Hmmm I wonder if we would be open to swap for more than one day….

Roommate’s Condition

Mitchell

My roommate and one of my best friends Felix was recently diagnosed with a special condition where his body parts uncontrollably become detached.

Most of the time, it’s just his head separating body and it will wonder around our place. Sometimes it’s just his lower half of his body. Every now and then I’ll find his hand or his foot lying around on the floor.

I feel bad for him since he can’t really help it.

It’s been over a month since his diagnosis and I think he’s starting to accept it since they don’t have any kind of cure.

But one day he said something to me that I wasn’t ever expecting.

“Mitch, I know you’re gay and single. You’ve done a lot for me. I want to offer you something. You’re more than welcome to use my body parts to explore and enjoy. Just not my head lol”

I was stunned by his words, I knew Felix was straight so I could never imagined him making such a crazy offer.

So the first time I took him up on his offer was after I came home from a party just a little bit tipsy. I went to take a piss when I saw his lower half stuck in the shower. They must have fallen in at some point and I knew Felix was already asleep.

So I pick up his lower half and started to take them back to his room.

But I looked down at Felix’s sexy legs and feet…

I could feel a nervous excitement rush through me.

I turned to my room with his lower half and laid it down on my bed.

I took his feet into my hands and smelled them. I could feel his toes wiggling in excitement on my cheeks. I ran my tongue up and down his soles…

I was so turned on that I couldn’t help myself. I unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off along with his briefs.

I held his briefs in hands taking a huge whiff….

I looked down at Felix’s hairy balls and semi hard cock.

I start to toy with some until it was standing rock hard and leaking out a bit.

I reached into my drawer and pulled out my lube. I run it over his hairy hole and start gingerly inserting my fingers into it. It’s so tight…

Once I knew it loose enough, I pulled off my pants and started inserting my dick into it.

It’s so much easier getting it into him with an upper half. I positioned him to where I’m laying down and it’s on top of me.

I start showing it by guiding his hips on how to ride my dick.

Soon Felix’s lower half was becoming a pro at bottoming.

It felt so good! I would toy with his dick while letting his legs and butt do all of the work.

It started to most faster and I kept up with his speed on his dick. Started yanking at it and hurt a popping noise. His was now detached in my hands.

So I started sucking it back and forth like a lollipop.

I could feel myself getting so close!

I started to cum inside of him and what was so crazy was that his dick started to squirt in my mouth all at the same time!

I stuck his wet dick back into place and turned his ass around only see my cum leaking out.

I cleaned it up before bed and brought it back with me to cuddle with in bed.

Weeks later of hooking up, Felix’s body goes to bed with me every night knowing I’m going to get it off at night. I think his body not only enjoys the sex but also likes the companionship. And I do too.

Maybe one day his head will join us but for right now, I just love having his body with me!

Uncle Franks Out of Town, But His Body Isn’t!

Caleb:

God I love it when Uncle Frank gets me to watch his body for him.

He does this weird job where he had to wear certain bodies for it. He can’t tell me too much about it.

Although, I couldn’t care less! Because now I have an entire week where I can wear his body as my own.

Uncle Frank is about 6,2’, muscular, and has an ungodly size cock. You see how big his feet are?

Yeah, imagine what his dick looks like…

This time I started my morning off lying in his California sized king bed butt ass naked. It’s so comfy, I hardly want to move.

Then I fondled with his morning wood until I’m so close to cumming…

That’s when I got a very evil idea. I went to guest bedroom and picked up my 19 year old, petite body and brought it into his room with me.

My body was naked and covered in dry cum (mainly from the fun I had last night fulling around with uncle franks headless body) . I carried it back to his room where I placed it bed with me.

I positioned body to where my ass was easily accessible and started to lick my clean hole.

Once good and wet, I carefully inserted uncle Franks massive dick into it. But I only went half way scared I’d hurt myself.

I began thrusting which became kinda hard to do.

That’s when I got another idea, I pulled out of myself and repositioned my body.

I had both of my soft smooth feet in uncle Frank’s manly hands.

I spit on both of them and cupped them around his dick.

The softness of my soles felt soooo good on his dick.

I was turned on that could only last a few minutes before squirting loads of cum all over them.

Afterwards, I carried my body to the bathtub and started the water to let it soak.

I immediately had to piss but uncle franks dick was still so hard.

So I sat down on the toilet and peed, I can’t help but be so obsessed with my Uncle’s hairy legs and feet. They’re just so big and powerful.

I walked back over after my piss to my body, I noticed my cock was throbbing still from thrusting into my hole so I figured I’d help it out a bit. I jerked my body off and licked all of the excess cum off of uncle franks fingers.

God my morning has already started out great!

I walked back to franks room and saw my phone going off.

It’s my friend Jeremy FaceTiming me. I answered it not thinking about the fact that I still had my uncles body on.

“Dude… wait what the hell?”

“What?” I say back still not realizing.

“Caleb, whose body do you have on?”

Oh shit!

“Oh it’s um, well it’s my uncle franks.”

“You’re hot uncle???”

I rolled my eyes at the camera.

“I’m coming over now!”

Jeremy seemed so excited to come see my uncles body. Jeremy’s a good looking guy and I wouldn’t mind fooling around with him some time.

I wonder if he’d be open to it with uncle franks body on 😜

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Head Swap Short: My Dad’s Body At The Pool

Trevor:

God this is embarrassing! I just know all of my friends are going to make fun of me.

I broke my leg about a week ago and I’ve been in bed for days now. I felt like I was going to miss most of the summer.

All of my friends texted me about coming to the pool today and I knew I had no way to go with the current state of my leg.

That’s when my dad stopped by my room and asked me how I was doing. I told him how bummed I am about being to go hang with my friends. That’s when offered to do a head swap with me.

Dad packed me a bag, we swapped heads, and I hurried to the pool.

As I started driving down the road, it felt kinda cool having my dad’s body on. He taller than me and pretty strong.

When I got to the pool, I headed to the locker room and started opening up the bag dad packed. I looked inside and saw only a freaking towel and a speedo!!!

But I’ve already made it this far, I looked around the locker room and saw that no one was around.

I pulled off my dad’s shorts only for his massive dick to come flopping out.

“Oh god! Everyone’s going to see his bulge.”

When I got outside I saw my friends… I took a deep breath and walked over confidently in my dad’s body.

“Holy crap Trevor! Is that your dad’s body?” said my friend Phillip.

“Yeah, it was the only way I could come.”

A couple of the guys laughed about the speedo for a little bit. But all around they thought it was kinda cool that I had my dad’s body on.

Even one of my friends Cameron told me he thought my dad was a dilf.

I’ve had a thing for Cameron for a while now but he’s never shown interest in me (at least until now). He even asked what I was doing after the pool. We ended up getting food after and went back to his house to hang.

We went up stairs and he started flirting with me hard.

“Bro, I don’t mean to be weird but it’s so hot seeing your cute head on top of your dad’s beefy bod.”

“You think haha,” I say back to him.

“Yeah man, I wouldn’t mind seeing it again all undressed,” he says winking at me.

I blushed and said, “I guess I can show it off again.”

I pulled off my dad’s shirt and shorts, all the way down to his underwear.

“Damn…” he says to me.

We go to his parent’s guess bedroom and I hop on top of the bed.

“Trev, I’m so turned on right now. I don’t know how to ask you this but could I rub your dad’s body over?”

“Sure man!”

Cameron goes down to my dad’s big feet and starts rubbing them. It feels pretty good, I guess my dad’s hasn’t had anyone rub his feet in awhile.

All of the sudden, Cam does something that surprised me. He starts licking my dad’s feet.

I watched him be enthralled with them. It was so hot seeing a hot guy my age be so into something I’d never expect.

Cam, crawls up to my dad’s crotch and starts rubbing his inner thighs. I’m surprised that he hasn’t just gone for my dad’s junk yet.

My father’s dick is completely hard and leaking on his underwear.

Cam reaches up and twists my dad’s nipple which made me squeak a bit.

I’ve looks right at my dad’s crotch and back up at me— like he’s taking for my permission.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, I knew this wasn’t a boundary I was going to be able to come back from.

I nodded my head and Cameron pulled my dad’s briefs off. My father’s 11 inch hairy dick was now in my crushes hands.

He fondled dad’s big hairy balls and planted his noise right into dad’s taint.

He kisses his cock head a couple of times before he forced dad’s dick down his throat.

I ran dad’s hands through Cam’s curly brown hair while he gave me the best blow job ever.

Cam ran his free hand all over dad’s body, I was coming close.

“Cam I’m about to cum!”

Cam takes all of my dad’s load down his throat.

He says to me, “I want you to jerk me off with your dad’s big manly feet.”

I giggled and said, “okay!”

I used dad’s feet to stroke cam’s 8 inch dick listening to him moan. Cams feet were positioned right near me to touch. I rubbed them and while watching Cam get so much pleasure from a foot job.

Cam let out one last scream of a moan as he squirted all over my dad’s feet.

I watched him lick every inch of cum off of them.

He crawled up to me and we laid in bed together while I cuddled him.

“So are you bringing your dad’s body to the pool tomorrow?”

I grinned at him, “Now I am!”

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Stealing the life of my best friend's father

-Hey dad, pizza and movie tonight? - said Andrew, my friend, now son, to me.

- Yeah, let me finish this and I'll order it - I smiled at him.

Andrew doesn't know his best friend has been controlling every movement and word his father has made and said in the last year. The best year of my life.

There is no point on telling him, though. I am pretty sure I was erased from existence.

...

One evening, Andrew and I we were playing with his PS5 in his house as usual. Then everything went dark for a moment and went back to normal, like someone turned off all the light and turned it on again.

I looked at my friend. He was playing online with other people. My joystick and drink disappeared.

-Dude, where's my joystick? - I said disoriented

No answer, he kept playing online. I kept trying and again, no answer.

I tried waving a hand in front of him to annoy him, and to my horror something finally happened. Andrew opened his mouth and it was like it was a vacuum absorbing me. I couldn't resist the suction. Then blackness again.

When I opened my eyes I was wearing my friend's clothes and he was nowhere to be found. Weird.

-Andrew?- I shouted. I sounded just like him.

No answer.

-This isn't funny, dude - I said irritated.

I turned off the TV and saw my reflection. I WAS Andrew.

-WHAT THE FUCK!?

Then someone opened the door.

...

-Andrew? Why are you yelling? - Andrew's father asked me.

"Did he just called me Andrew?" I was freaking out.

- I... I'm not Andrew, I'm...- then it hit me, I couldn't remember my name.

I started to feel dizzy.

The father gave me a worried look and approached me, putting his big hands on my shoulders, reassuring me. He looked directly into my eyes. Our faces were close.

I had mixed feelings. I was freaking out not remembering my name and being in my friend's body... that couldn't be real... But at the same time, I was trying to keep my cool and not look into Andrew's father eyes.

I always have had a crush on Scott Harris, Andrew's father, so feeling his gaze, his breath and the heat of his hands made something awoken between my borrowed legs, and I tried my best to hide it.

- Son, you know you can tell me anything.

- But... I am... - again I couldn't say my name.

Andrew's father tried to be calm and supportive, maybe he thought his son was coming out to him.

- Come here son - he said while hugging me with his strong arms, a little too strong. I felt my erected dick rub against one of his father's legs.

I moaned, exiting abruptly from my friends body.

I saw Andrew's father ear and the same vacuuming effect happened again.

...

I looked at my friend unconscious with a hard on in the sofa while I was adapting to my new height.

- So this isn't a joke - I said trying my new voice- Fuck, I'm possessing Scott Harris

The realization of taking control of the body I've been lusting for years hit me. I felt how the enormous dick that helped produce my best friend was wakening up. I massaged it a little, but a snore of my friend made me realize that wasn't the place.

I left my "son" rest, and walked to the master bedroom feeling how my incredibly big dick was bouncing against my muscular thighs inside the gym shorts. Scott wasn't wearing any underwear that day. Good.

...

After locking the door, I removed the blue T-shirt I was wearing and started massaging my sculpted chest feeling the hairs in it in front of a mirror.

I felt how my dick was starting to precum, so it was time to take care of that. I removed the black gym shorts and stared for a moment at Scott Harris naked body, MY naked body.

-Fuck, Scott your dick is bigger than what I could imagine- I said while starting to massage it.

A loud moan escaped my mouth. It was so sensitive.

Hearing the mature moan and seeing my friend's father moaning in the mirror only made me even more hard.

I pumped my borrowed dick faster and faster with my big hands, every moan more loud than the last, until my legs tensed and with a powerful roar I covered the mirror with a torrent of cum.

...

Before I could lick it I heard a knock in the door.

-Da... Dad? Are you alright? - my now son asked.

To this day I still think Andrew was so disoriented after my possession, that he didn't realize that his father was masturbating.

- Yeah Andrew- I said recovering my breath but at the same time excited to explore more of my friend's father body- I'm going to take a shower.

I smirked to my mirror reflection covered in cum.

...

After a really long shower, explorating the backside of this body and another load of cum released, I started to ponder what happened with my life but seeing this reflection in the bathroom mirror made me not care.

I tried to leave this body and successfully exited through the same ear. I didn't see a reflection of me in the mirror.

Seeing my friend's dad unconscious and naked was irresistible, so I went back but this time through his ass.

The vacuum effect happened and I was pulling the strings of this man again, massaging my pecs.

-Fuck, I'm sorry Scott but I'm not leaving you any time soon. - I smirked while removing the towel, ready for the third round.

...

Three months after the possession

I was so satisfied with Scott's life that I didn't need to possess other bodies. I came out as gay to my son, and I started fucking and being fucked around town.

Thanks to his memories I lived his life easily, with some changes of course.

One day at the gym, I was checking out a guy's ass, fantasizing about going behind him, rubbing my dick against his ass and suggesting him to come with me to the showers.

Then the guy looked at me and smiled.

-Hey Scott!

"oh, I know him" I searched in Scott's memories "and... He is straight"

-Hey Brandon! - I hugged him friendly, feeling his sweat in my skin.

I exited my body through my mouth and looked at Brandon's nose waiting for the vacuuming effect.

Once possessed, I separated from my previous host and started checking out the assets of Brandon's bigger body.

I was flexing my arms when I felt a dick rubbing against my ass.

I gasped and looked surprised at Scott. I knew him all my life . He was straight as an arrow, until I possessed him. I didn't understand then that my thoughts in their bodies were taken as theirs.

- Showers in two minutes - said Scott winking at me and grabbing my ass.

It wasn't a question.

I followed him adjusting to my now bigger frame while checking the bubble ass I had for the las three months hidden in those thight white shorts.

...

After closing the door, he started kissing me roughly while undressing me.

Then he showed me his dick.

-Suck it, Brandon.- again, he didn't asked. He commanded.

I didn't hesitate and knelt. It was a perfect way to use for the first time this guy's mouth.

I looked at the enormous dick in front of me and started sucking with lust seeing my best friend's father moaning against the wall.

I kept going for a while until Scott finally released his big load appropriate with the rest of his body.

I savoured every drop of it and we started kissing again. Still with some of Scott's cum in my mouth.

He then knelt and prepared to suck my surprisingly small dick.

Then it hit me. I reviewed Scott's sexual life through his memories and he never did anything sexual with other man, but there we were. He was giving me head like a pro, how I've been doing the last three months. So I realized my powers were even better than I expected.

Between that realization and seeing my friend's father sucking my dick, I was extremely horny so started pumping my dick faster against my previous body's mouth.

I didn't take long to burst the load I stole from this guy in Scott's face, and took that opportunity to go back to my main body while he kept sucking my cock.

That was only the first time Brandon and I fucked in the gym showers.

...

Back to the present

My son Andrew is leaving for college tomorrow. We're ordering pizza for the last time.

Sometimes I think about the life I lost. Graduating, going to college,... But after seeing my reflection I couldn't care less. What's more, after winter break maybe I take my son's body for a time and have some fun in college.

For the moment, being in the body of this stud is all I ever wanted.

[mmmancandy]

I would love to aim for that chest

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

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

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

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

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Bet

Will:

The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.

But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.

We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.

The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.

“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.

I piped up and said, “how so?”

Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.

Jake and I laughed at him.

“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.

“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.

“Oh is that right?” says Jake.

“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.

“Sure,” says Tristan.

I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?

“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”

“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.

“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.

“How much are we betting on?”

“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”

Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.

Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”

After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.

So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.

My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.

I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.

I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.

The Next Morning:

I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.

I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.

I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.

Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.

But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.

“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.

“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.

“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”

“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.

One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.

“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.

“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.

I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.

“Heading your way!”

“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.

“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”

“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.

“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.

“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”

“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”

I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.

“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.

“What is?” says Jake out of breath.

“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”

“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.

I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…

I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.

I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”

I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.

I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”

I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.

“Shit!”

“What?” says Jake.

“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.

“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.

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Babe It’s Okay, I’m Bi

James:

This beautiful man right here is my girlfriend Chloe. It’s a very weird situation so let me explain, a couple weeks ago Chloe was in some strange science experiment accident that caused her to swap bodies with this guy named Derek.

And from what information we’ve collected this may be a permanent situation. As you can imagine she’s been pretty upset the last couple of weeks. And I’ve been trying to be the best to support her while she figures everything out.

It’s been a challenge for the both of us especially since we just moved in together a couple of months ago. We’ve been dating for a while but I think we’re at a point where I’ve been thinking about proposing which this just messed everything up. Well not completely I guess…

I have been holding on to a secret from her for years now and I don’t know how to say it. Not that I ever thought it really mattered until now.

The truth is really don’t care if she swaps back to her old body, I love her. Okay let just say it, I am sexually attracted to girls but I also like dudes. Specifically dudes like the body she’s in.

She or he is so freaking handsome! He’s tall, tan skin, has this really sexy stash, and I can’t get over his tattoos. So hot!

But I’ve been trying to walk a very careful line with him. And we still low key flirt all the time but I can see his hesitation.

Which makes me sad, I just wish I can tell him without hurting his feelings.

On the flip side, it would so help since every time he asks me something about being a guy I get extremely turned on. Like why are his balls itchy from time to time, why is it easier to pee standing up, and the boners!

I don’t know if he even notices but he’ll walk around with a hard on in our apartment and it’s everything in me not to reach out and dig into his briefs.

Which makes me wonder, when the hell does he jerk off? I know he’s been staying busy lately, I’m just curious how he makes the time.

He’s been hitting up the gym a lot and when comes home. He’ll kick off his smelly shoes, workout clothes, and walk around sweaty in nothing but his undies. Which I can’t help but stare.

And the hardest part is at night, we still sleep in the same bed.

It’s my favorite part because he will cuddle with me in his sleep. I don’t think he even notices that I let him. But every night I’ll something poking my back and then his arm will wrap around me. He’ll start humping me in his sleep from time to time.

But I need to get this off of my chest. This is probably going to be permanent and I desperately want my relationship back!

So tonight I’m going for it. I’m going to let him know that I’m into him.

That Night:

I get off of work around 6 and the second I walk through the door I hear a light moaning coming from another room.

I walk to the outside of the door and peak inside.

That’s when I see Chloe stroking it on our bed with his headphones in. I don’t think he can hear me.

I hear his voice, “James..” so softly…

Fuck, he’s jerking to pics of me.

“James… baby I want you so bad…”

I start unbuttoning my shirt and I kick off my shoes ready to jump in any second.

“Holy shit! James!”

All of the sudden Chloe grabs a pillow and covers his massive boner.

I grin at him and say, “You don’t need your cover yourself I was enjoying the show babe.”

“Oh shut up you’re just saying that!”

“No, I mean it,” I say walking over and unbuckling my pants.

“Babe, you don’t have to pretend for me. I know this isn’t ideal but—“

I immediately grab the pillow and pull it away. His dick is fully exposed and he has this shocked look on his face.

Before he can react, I grab his junk and say, “does this look like I’m pretending?”

“But… but… I’m a guy!”

I start fondling his junk just lightly tickling his balls.

“Yeah and I haven’t been honest with you,” I say leaning in to his face.

“Yeah?” he says to me softly.

“I don’t really care what body you’re in, I’m attracted to you. And sides, you wouldn’t be the first guy I’ve been with.”

“What the hell James!”

I start rubbing his cockhead and he lets out a yelp noise.

“Can we talk about this later? I’ve been waiting to do this with you for a minute now,” I say right before kissing his neck.

“Oh my! James that feels so damn good.”

I kiss down his neck until I get to his nipples.

I twist one of them which makes his eyes roll back into his head.

I kiss down his chest to his happy trail until I’m at his thighs.

“God you have the nicest dick,” I say to him.

He grins, “thanks I think I like it too.”

“Well I think you’re going to like it more after this.”

“Huh?”

I wrap my lips around his dick giving it a very sloppy kiss. I begin to take down my throat which causes him to moan even louder.

“Holy shit yeah I love having a dick!!” he lets out.

I stop for a sec to let out a giggle.

“You know this is going to change everything for our sex life right?”

“What do you mean?” He says confused.

“Well, I’m vers but we don’t know if you’re a top or bottom yet,” I say grinning.

His eyes get wide, “I mean I’m open to anything but will it hurt?”

“A little at first but we don’t have to try right now,” I say back.

I look over his fully naked lower half, it’s the first time I’ve gotten to see it this close.

I rub his thighs down to his feet. I look up at him and say, “hey can I do something?”

“Sure babe as long as you go back to sucking this,” he says holding out his hard cock.

I lift up his feet and bring them to my face. I take deep breath before inhaling them.

“Are you kidding me?!? You’re not just bi but have a foot fetish?”

“Well I wouldn’t go that far, you just have some sexy toes,” I say kissing them.

“Yeah they are nice I guess, even for a boy.”

I pull off my pants and boxers, we’re both naked now.

“Oh I’ve missed your dick babe!”

“Aw thanks!”

“Can I touch it?” he says reach out.

“I would love nothing more”

I feel his hands touching all over my junk. It feels so good. Thats when I got another idea.

“Hey since we both have dicks now? What if we 69?”

“I’m not opposed!”

Chlo gets on top of me and starts to lower his crotch towards my face. I can feel his lips touch my dick. That’s when I feel his mustache which makes he squirm at bit.

It takes us a second before we have a full rhythm down. I’m sucking and we start pacing faster before Chlo lifts his head.

“Oh my god! I’m about to cum!!”

And with very little warning, Chlo pushes his 10 inch dick down my throat and shoots so much cum out.

As he pulls out it’s dripping from my mouth. It takes a second to register but his cum tastes pretty good.

“That was amazing,” he says panting.

“Well I’m not done yet,” I say pointing at my eager boner.

“Well how a nice surprise for you.”

That’s when he does something I’d never expect. Chlo wipes a bunch of cum off my mouth and proceeds to rub it on the soles of his feet.

“Since you like them so much,” he says with a silly grin.

He takes both of his feet and wraps his toes around my dick.

He begins to move back and forth with them and it’s so hot that I can’t even take it.

His feet touch my dick for like 1 minute before I burst all over them.

I look at the cum covered toes and I can’t help myself from licking them clean.

I go grab us a couple of towels and walk back in to see my beautiful boyfriend laying in bed grinning.

“You wanna go somewhere for dinner?” I say to him.

“Nah let’s do take out, I’ll be ready for round 2 here soon,” he says patting at the bed for me to come back.

“Fuck, I love you!”

“I love you too, even if you forgot to mention the whole liking guys thing.”

“Well babe, what can I say? I’m bi.”

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Worth the Wait

I’ve been dropping hints to my roomie that I want to swap bodies with him for a minute! And the Patrick finally said yes!! What an idiot!

I’ve had to go all night trying my best not to get a hard on especially since we swapped while he was wearing sweats.

It started with him getting back from the gym, he walked in and I just finished packing a bowl. I offered for him to smoke with me and that into us getting super stoned.

We rambled for two hours about the a bunch of deep stuff before I put it out there.

I was like, “Bro, what if we swapped bodies for like a day?”

And he was like, “Dudeee, that would be crazy!!”

I sat up and said, “you wanna do it? Like for real?”

He thought about it for a moment and said, “just a day?”

“Yeah bro, we can swap back this time tomorrow!”

“Deal.”

We shook hands, I grabbed my body swapping device, and the rest was history.

We spent a couple more hours on the couch while he kept going on about how cool it is being someone else. All I could focus on was his smell and his dirty socks.

We eventually said good night to each other and he thanked me for the experience.

I grinned at him and said, “hey man what are bros for?”

I guess you can say I’m thankful too. I’m thankful that I’m going to spend the rest of my night sucking on these toes and jerking off to them!

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Head Swap Hookup

Matt

Man, this is still kinda strange to see myself but I’m so turned on by this experience. Last night, I met this guy named Luke at the gym. We hit it off really well and we both decided to grab drink afterwards.

As the night progressed the more we started opening up about what turns us on the most. Luke and I soon discovered that we are into each other’s body types. Luke is super into skinny twinks while I on the other hand love muscular hairy guys. So the both of us ended up hooking up. Afterwards we both laid in bed together and that’s when Luke suggested the craziest idea. He asked me if I would like to head swap with him.

I honestly thought he was just being drunk and silly so I agreed to it. That’s when I saw Luke pull off his head and I felt my mouth drop at the sight of a beautiful headless hunk right in front of me.

“You still down to do this?” says Luke.

I said back to him, “yeah I think so.”

Luke headless body grabs my head and tugs it off my body. It was the strangest sensation, I could still feel and control myself but I was somehow disconnected.

Luke’s body plops my head on my dresser and then grabs his head. I watch as his body places his head on top of my body. I instantly lose all feeling of my body.

Luke looks down at my fingers and chest analyzing my body that he now controls.

He says to me, “this is so hot.”

I wait for him to put me on his body but instead he says, “one sec.”

Luke walks up to his headless body that’s now at a stand still without anything controlling it.

He grand his hand and places it on my junk. He says to his body, “Play with it… softly.”

Luke’s start softly rubbing my bits.

Luke closes his eyes and says, “oh this feels so good. My rough hands toying with your sensitive cock. Matt your cock feels amazing!”

Still just a head, I somehow felt turned on by just watching our bodies interact.

“You wanna join?” he says to me.

“Well what else am I going to do? Sit on the dresser all night.”

Luke laughs at me and picks up my head. He lifts me up to eye level and kisses me on the lips.

Luke places my head on his body and I feel the bottom of my head connect to Luke’s neck.

I look down at Luke’s muscular hands and then down to his hairy legs and feet. I wiggle his toes feeling the new sensation of controlling his body.

I look back at Luke with my much smaller body and pull him in.

We start making out and I instantly get a hard on from touching my body.

The second round we decided to switch positions. It’s funny, I rarely top anyone but Luke never bottoms with his body. So I pushed into my hole, it felt so warm and tight.

I lifted my body while putting my legs over Luke’s shoulders. I felt so strong.

I thrusted into my hole both of us moaning so loud.

Soon we both blew out loads. We crawled into my bed, I cuddled up to my body. Luke’s junk was still hard so I placed it back into my hole. It just felt so warm.

Luke giggles at me and says, “you gonna keep that in their all night?”

I kiss my neck and say, “hell yeah I am!”

So now it’s the next morning and both of us are still swapped. I got up first and went to take a shower. I played with Luke’s morning wood for about 30 minutes. Edging his body to a point before it blew its load.

I walk out only to find Luke up in bed playing with my feet.

He grins at me nervously, “sorry your feet are so cute.”

I giggle at him and flopped into my bed.

I watch as Luke traces my fingers in between my toes. I look over at my junk standing tall.

Without any hesitation I began to lower head and wrap my lips around it.

He lets out a moan as I insert two of his fingers into my hole.

We spent the rest of the day in bed going at it. We tried everything together. Luke even pulled us into parts, pulling off my feet, hands, dick and balls. By the end of the day we were in so many pieces Luke struggled to putting us back together. Soon this became regular thing, us hooking up with each others bodies on.

I rarely have my body on unless I’m out in public. But as soon as we get to one of our places Luke switches us.

He loves wearing my body and especially loves showing it off to me. Luke even asked me to be his boyfriend. And of course I said yes. He’s sweet and the sex is out of this world.

[technicallyhardwombat]

Waking up, I felt different. Like everything is bigger. Once I fully woken up, I nocied I have abs. My arms are huge. My junk is big. I get up and notice I've grown. I scratch my ass. And that feels firm but swishable.

I found the mirror in the bedroom and I saw my brother Jack. I'm confused at first. But in the mirror, Jack followed every move I done. Every reaction I done. Then it dawns on me. I've swapped bodies with Jack.

I admire my new body. Taking pleasure in my new member. When my phone kept going off. Jack, now in my body, demanding us to swap back. When I have no idea how this happened. So I go to the gym as Jack. Put this hot and fit body in to practice. I don't get how he can walk. His junk is massive.

At the gym, the adrenalin I got their as Jack. Everyone was looking at me. After a few minutes, I hear "Jack. You alright?" . I turned around and waved. Then realised i must pretend to be Jack. After a few minutes of chatting with this stranger. I carried on.

I got home and immediately played with my junk. How could I forget it? It is asking to be played.

As Jack I decided to go out with my friends. They like Jack. And I know they like the look of his body. So I will act like Jack. But allow them to admire Jack a bit closer. So I wear the most revealing clothed Jack owns.

1 week later. I still can't get over the fact that I'm Jack. I keep flexing my arms. I can't imagine the last time I wore a t-shirt