A Swap A Day: Oliver Forslin
I’ve always been intrigued by body swapping, but in a very particular way. I would want to change my body like I do my clothes every day. I wouldn’t want to completely take over their life, but having their body would be fuckin’ nice. In my fantasy, I would still wake up in my bed the next morning, but have the body of someone else. Of course there would be some reality changes as well. For example, all of my clothes are now the perfect size for my new body, and I’ll even get some new clothes to match my new body type. Like if I’m muscular, some of my shirts will become stringer tees, so that I can show off all of my muscles.
Additionally, the way that I move and speak would be affected by this body swap. I would talk like the person and use the slang that they use too. However, in this fantasy of mine, my personality wouldn’t change at all. I would still be “me,” so to speak, just in a different body and the changes I mentioned above. Reality changes would include the fact that pictures of me still show my new body and that everyone would think that I always looked like this. My dream body would be Oliver Forslin, but all of this is just a fantasy.
I arrived home one day after coming home from a long day at work. I noticed that there was a package on my front steps. I didn’t remember ordering anything recently, and I do not have one of those automatic shipping things set up. The package was addressed to me when I looked at it, and it was from some company called NuYu, Inc. I brought the package inside and then looked up the company on my phone. Apparently, it was some kind of body swap company that purported to do the swap exactly how I always imagined. It seemed too good to be true, especially since I had never heard of the site before and definitely didn’t order it.
I never told my body swap fantasies to my family or my friends, so I was still unsure of how it got here. However, I reckoned that trying it out couldn’t hurt. At best, I would live out my greatest fantasy, and if it didn’t work, then it would go in the trash and probably pollute the earth a little bit. I opened up the box and there was a device that sort of looked like an iPhone, but with a handle on the bottom with a lot of different buttons. There was a helpful instruction manual tucked in there, and it was pretty easy to find the person I wanted to swap with.
There were two options available to be able to swap. You could either find them on social media, or use something that had their DNA. Of course, Oliver Forslin had numerous social media accounts, including many that were open to the public. After confirming that the profile was the correct one and clicking some button combinations, a message appeared on the screen.
“Congratulations, NuYu user! You have successfully swapped bodies with the person of your liking! Please be warned that the body swap will not take effect until the first time you go into REM sleep. For most individuals, this will be your normal sleep at night. If there are any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out to our customer service line.” I would have liked an instantaneous swap, but I didn’t mind that it would take some time, if it even did work. I didn’t know if napping would get me into REM sleep, so I waited until it was actually time to go to bed.
When I woke up the next morning, I immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I had to piss, of course, but I also wanted to look in the mirror in the bathroom. I was half-expecting to see myself in the mirror, but I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ eyes! I was actually in the body of Oliver fuckin’ Forslin! I still had to piss, so I did that quickly before standing in front of the mirror and admiring my new bodybuilder body. I felt up all of my impressive muscles, cupping my pecs and tracing the outlines of my eight pack of abs.
I then looked in the mirror as I began flexing my muscles, flashing a double biceps pose first and showing off my impressive guns. I then bounced my pecs for a few seconds before flexing my abs and really making them pop, along with my obliques, which I felt up as well. I then looked down as I shook my legs a couple times to make my hamstrings really pop as well. I spent a few more minutes admiring my impressive body and feeling myself up before deciding on an outfit for the day.
As I had always imagined, my wardrobe was mostly the same, but a few sizes bigger to match Oliver’s, and now my, new frame. Additionally, some of my shirts had become stringer tees, some of my pants became compression tights, some underwear became compression shorts or jockstraps, and even some of my socks switched brands to Calvin Klein. I tried on several different outfits, combining stuff I already had in my wardrobe with some of the newer options. With this body, anything I wore looked good on me, especially as it was usually snug and showed off my muscles prominently. I decided on a tight shirt to show off my upper body and compression shorts that really made my bulge pop. I didn’t want to be too obscene in public, so I picked a pair of grey sweatpants that didn’t accentuate the bulge too much, and I threw on some socks and sneakers. I was naturally going to show off this body at the gym. Thankfully, the old me had had a membership to one of the local gyms, which as part of the reality change, had transferred over to “Oliver Forslin”.
However, as I was making my way to the gym, I realized that there would be a slight problem. I knew how to work out, but not on the level of a professional bodybuilder. Since everyone in the gym would likely be staring at me, I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I decided to get a personal trainer for the day, which led to a few awkward conversations, the first one at the front desk.
“Hello. I’m Oliver Forslin. I’m looking to get a personal trainer for today’s session.”
“Um, sir, are you sure you need one? It’s not included in what you already pay, and honestly, sir, it looks like you don’t need a personal trainer. Fuck, you could be the personal trainer!”
“I would like a personal trainer, please, and it doesn’t matter how much they cost.”
“Um, okay, sir, if you insist.” The receptionist then buzzed over one of the personal trainers on-call. It was a man who was quite muscular, but not to my new size, which led to yet another awkward conversation.
“This guy needs a personal trainer!? This guy!?” the personal trainer asked, incredulously.
“Yes,” I said bluntly. “I’m looking for a way to maintain this body, and I’m hoping someone like you can help me to achieve that.”
“Dude, with a body like that, you already know how to fuckin’ work out and shit. I think my services would be of better use elsewhere.”
“I’ll double your rate for our sessions,” I blurted out, desperate to get someone to help to work out.
“Okay, let’s go then!” Throughout my pretty intense workout session, I heard a lot of snickers and jeers in the background, wondering why someone like me didn’t seem to know how to work out. My personal trainer was surprisingly quite hot, considering he would be getting paid twice his daily rate for our sessions, and since I had a lot of muscle to maintain, I took quite a bit of time in the gym. However, I took it in stride, as most of those men were making comments like that because they only dreamed of having a body like mine.
After my workout session for the day, I returned back home and opened up Grindr. I was initially excited to have some hot sex in this new body, but then I thought about it some more. Everyone thought that I was Oliver Forslin, and from what they knew about him, Oliver was straight. He didn’t even have an OnlyFans to gaybait his fans. Besides all of that, I wasn’t too comfortable in this body just yet to actually have a hookup. So, I closed the app, despite an influx of messages pouring in, and I decided to jerk off.
I took off my sweaty gym clothes and laid back on my bed, inhaling my musk, especially the musk that was emanating from my pits. My dick had started to chub up at the smell, and it wasn’t long before my hand was wrapped around my cock, stroking my shaft. From what I could tell, Oliver was surprisingly all natural, considering that he still had an above-average-sized dick. It wasn’t long enough to wrap two hands around it, but it was still bigger than the dick that I previously had. I took my time jerking off, edging myself while also playing with some of my erogenous zones. I tweaked my nipples and tugged at my balls, felt the inside of my knees, and of course, took a few whiffs of my musky pits. I edged myself for well over an hour until I finally just couldn’t take it anymore. A fountain of cum spewed out of my cock and all over my muscular body. I licked up as much cum as I could, and then went to the bathroom to clean off the rest. I still couldn’t believe that my fantasy had become my reality, and I would slowly but surely get used to living life as Oliver Forslin.
