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"Yeah, but it's a weird as hell experience." I murmured to my friend, Alec. "It's like aging 20 years in an instant." I continued. it was definitely weird to get used to his dad's body. I have only been in here for 6 hours or so, and 2 hours of that has been driving to this family cabin resort thing. Alec was supposed to go with his father for the next six days but he could not imagine himself doing that with his dad. I owed him a favour from last time so I decided to pay him back.

"Now you know how it felt when I was your dad for a day." Alec chirped, with a small smirk on his face. He seemed proud of the fact I was paying back for that favour.

"Yeah but that was for only a day. I am in your dad's body for the next week. And my dad is at least closer to your body." I stretched out my thighs as I drove, having a quick look at myself before I continued driving. "I am a huge ginger goliath now. I can feel these legs almost cramping constantly. When was the last time your dad went on a jog?"

"How should I know. Plus, you seem like you are enjoying yourself with your older and taller physique. Give it a chance, I know I did" Alec insisted.

"I haven't got a choice now have I?" I turned to the mirror next to me, having a better look at this aged face. "I'm turning off here, I need to use the toilet." I admitted, feeling this adulthood begging for attention.

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Can you blame me?

It was a exhausting, long Friday. I had just finished all my lessons for the day with my last lesson being PE. Everyone was rushing to get dressed in the shower blocks and rushing home, and so was I. Meanwhile, Mr. Goldman stood outside, waiting for us all to leave the room. I was one of the last to get changed back into my school uniform and out of the shower block and I made a mad bash like everyone else to get out of the school. Soon enough after me, everyone had left the shower blocks and Mr. Goldman went in.

As I dashed along with everyone else, I made a realisation - I had left my water bottle in the shower block when I was packing up. I had enough time to go and get it so I went against the current of students and headed back to get my bottle.

As I reached the shower block, the door to the room was left open and the sound of running water echoed across the room along with the quiet lonely humming. I could only assume it was Mr. Goldman using the showers at this time seeing as us students weren't even allowed to use them after our lesson. I stepped in with the door making a loud, heavy squeak yet Mr. Goldman did not pay attention to this. I saw him, head poking over the stall's door and facing the wall with his head tilted up, with his humming becoming more apparent. I watched him - Only for a second. Seeing his body move as the water danced around him gave me an idea.

I dropped my bag off next to my forgotten water bottle that rested in the centre of the room, conveniently next to the only door and Mr. Goldman's large duffle bag. I lied down next to my bag and closed my eyes, letting Mr. Goldman's hums guide me into slumber.

As I opened my eyes next, I found myself hovering over my own body, not anything new for me. Without a single thought, I dashed towards the stall that he resided in and squeezed myself behind him in the stall. I watched him briefly before curiosity overtook me and I bashed myself into him, making his voice utter a loud gasp swiftly as I overtook control without a single break.

After he gasped, I inhaled, confirming my takeover was successful. I gasped out of surprised briefly before I looked across my entire beefy, hairy body. I continued washing myself and explored myself while I was still in the shower, seeing how it felt to be Mr. Goldman. Feeling these hands explore the rest of my body was exhilarating for me. every time my hand squeezed or moved, I could only make a small gasp out of joy. Even my own voice made me feel joy with it's thick and inviting accent.

I finished quick in the shower and left, slapping on the shorts and shoes left in the bag while holding the shirt in my hand. i noticed my bags still existing and my old body not and quickly disregarded it as I looked for the nearest bathroom.

I busted into the bathroom, predicting it to be empty and stood proudly in front of the large mirror in front of me. I was evidently larger, with me barley being to fit in the mirror with my over 6 foot stature. I kept making faces and flexed my body in the mirror, seeing every muscle in my chest, hands and face listen to my command while in this body. "Oh yeah" I said with my powerful and charming voice. "Work it!" I said, quoting him from earlier in the day. I was now Mr. Goldman, and I was enthralled by it. Could you blame me for that? Just look at me!

Anyway, I think I have a good two hours before anyone gets suspicious on where I am and is enough time for me to enjoy myself a bit longer.

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Modern Day Personal Trainer

Nowadays, everyone is too lazy to go to the gym themselves, and they pay people like me to build muscle for them. They do it by trading their bodies with guys like me, while paying us to build them muscle for a month. I’ve been doing this type of work for about eight months now, with a large different array of bodies. This one I am in now is a guy called Gordon, who I’ve been building a beefy physique with for about two months now. Beforehand, Gordon was a skinny, middle-aged man but I’ve spent my time shaping him into the ideal form. The best thing about these bodies is that I only spend two hours in the gym a day and spend the rest of the day doing whatever I want in these bodies with a large amount of cash to spend. It costs a lot for this type of work, Y’know. But now, I am cleaning myself up after a long gym session and ready to spend another day as Gordon. Seeing what mischief this body can get me into this time.

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"Won't you look at that!"

I said to myself, looking directly at the mirror in front of me. I stood there, hypnotized. I had ended up in that old man's body overnight. I guess that drink worked after all. Now I was stuck looking at this body of brawn. I chuckled slightly, seeing my face smile with passion. With every chuckle I made, I could see the hair and muscle on this body move rhythmically with my deeper voice. He was only about 20 years older, nearing the age of 57, yet I felt well adjusted to my neighbours body already. I stick my hands into my hair, they were powerful and dominant. Feeling these hands rush over the top of my glistening face only made me smile more. I hadn't been in this body for any time longer then a hour yet I was already having the time of my life. Seeing these muscles pop and this face smiling only made me feel more at home in a foreign body. I then moved my hands to my face, feeling this chiselled front once and for all and admiring its features. Feeling that strong jawline sent a rush of pleasure through me that only became more powerful and irresistible as I watched over the rest of this body. I rehearsed his voice once more to myself, enjoying his deep tone as I caressed his muscles.

"Arthur Williams" I repeated to myself as I tightened my arms. That name repeated itself in my head over and over. It brought me peace the more I thought about that name, a name that now was mine. I said it once more proudly with my hands experimenting with my newfound chest hair. His deep and sweet voice sounded like a Bird's mating call to me. I could speak for hours and still never get tired of it, and it came out of such a sweet and desirable face. What more could I want from a body like this.

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After a Night Drinking

It was typical of me to go drinking alone on a Friday night. It was an addition for me. I would get so drunk every Friday I would never remember what I did, and the worst past is I’d often end up in other men’s bodies and not remember what I did the that night. Same thing happened today, I woke up and saw myself in an unfamiliar apartment that was flooded with rays of light and uncleaned clothing.

“Augh no!” I audibly released before hopping out of bed and dashing to the nearest room with a mirror. Before doing a lap of the house, I found the bathroom and myself in the reflection of a small circular mirror. I saw myself - or rather the body I was in, standing in direct alignment of that mirror. I have no idea who this man is or what he was doing in that pub, but I just know that I am him now. I seemed well built although I’ve woken up in heavier and bigger men. But I’ve never been in a body so veiny before, it really brought out his muscles and tattoos that plastered him. Something else new that I was bald, which despite the numerous men I’ve woken up to, not a single one had been bald before. I quickly placed my hand on my head and feeling it’s heavy weight on my naked head. It was an odd sensation to feel nothing up there yet have a beard covering my luxurious face. But this body rocked that style well along with its defined stomach and proportioned physique.

I tested my voice quickly. Quickly announcing “What did I get up to last night” to myself in the mirror, surprised by the depth and raw energy my new voice had. It sounded like my voice was constantly being echoed in a cave, with a roar behind it as if it masked a mad temper.

I grabbed the nearest phone I could and checked my location. I was about… 8 miles from home. I don’t even know how this man got home last night, or if he even lives with anyone, let alone why I’m living as him now. I looked at myself in the mirror again, seeing my face glancing back at myself. Well… I guess finding my old self can wait for a minute, I think I have some exploring to do while I am in here.

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