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Long winded male tf stories, if I ever get around to finishing them. Bodyswap, possession, all that good stuff. Shy, so don't be offended if I don't respond! This should go without saying but I do not tolerate stories that are racist, anything-phobic, or sexualize minors.
Hey, happy birthday! Two questions for ya! Have you ever talked about TF with irl friends or partners?
Oh hell no T_T I actually do not really have many friends outside of my very best friend and he is vaguely aware that I write some form of porn but it's not something he really cares about so we don't discuss it.
Actually my secret double life kinda caused me problems growing up because I could never explain to my family what I was doing with my time since I knew if I told them I was writing they'd ask to see it. This is my curse.
Got another strange one for y'all today: Grip: The Strange World of Men by Gilbert Hernandez, a surreal sci-fi pulp fantasia where one of the central plot points is a character with the ability to "shed their skin" and become someone else. Weirdly enough, it also heavily features mind control and ends with (of all things) inanimate body part tf.
Can't say that I really recommend it (Hernandez is an icon in the comics world but he is not in top form here as an artist or as a writer) but it was interesting to see a niche trope like body suits put front and center like this, especially in a story from 2002. I wonder if it was anyone's "origin story" for the kink...
Which TF genre tropes are your favorite guilty pleasures?
Upgrade/downgrade style swaps are the ones I feel most "guilty" about because I don't like the inherent biases that are internal to them... like the humiliation aspect of a super fit guy suddenly becoming fat is sooo hot to me but while I am jacking off I am shaking my head to let people know that I don't support fatphobia.
Like in my stories with pictures I never include one of the "worse" body because I feel it's kinda mean to put an actual person's face to that.
But for a less preachy answer, I am always down for a story about an unhinged ghost humiliating someone, especially when it's cartoony in the vein of Casper and has some body modification elements. That is when I most feel like I am on my freak shit.
Happy birthday! If you could have any body, or combination of bodies, who would it be?
You know what the wild thing is? I like never involve myself in my tf fantasies, it's sort of a line that I don't cross.
You'll notice that I have written a number of stories about like, scrawny little men getting turned into big buff dudes, and I low-key feel like it comes across as a self-drag because I am a scrawny little man, but I swear I'm actually comfortable in my body! I was cursed with many insecurities, but that is not one of them! So I prefer to write about a character, to create some kind of distance.
This ties into something larger about my feelings towards tf, which is that there is a distinction between porn and sex. The only man that I've ever been with irl was small and kinda chubby, but he was also sweet and I found him sooo sexy. I would never involve him in a tf fantasy because there would be no point in that, the thing that was so sexy about him was that he was real.
But porn is a fantasy, and in a fantasy, I think you should swing for the fences. After all, why not? Probably better to imagine something unrealistic so you aren't disappointed when it doesn't come true. And quite frankly, it's just easier to sexualize traditionally hunky guys in a story. But I try not to get hung up on this stuff irl and just stay open to seeing the beauty in all men.
But to answer the question of like, who do I think is super hot and would like to look like, probably this insanely beautiful man whose name I will not mention because I don't want this ask to show up in searches:
Hope you are having a great Birthday....what artists do you love to read and that give you inspiration?
Most of the stories on my side blog @hauntedestarchives were just pulled directly from my likes over the years and you will notice a few names recur a LOT on there... I have a big queue that's set to make two posts a day and I have to keep randomizing it/personally dragging things around to break up the repeat authors and spread the love around a little bit.
To call a few out directly though, I'm enamored with the writing style of @transformhim (there's a spirit of indulgence in his words that I cannot capture) and the ideas of @nonotnolan (a great thinker that one) and I am in awe of the consistency with which @malebodyswap45 can deliver. @thegreatstoryteller has a very strong author's voice that I admire too, his work makes me smile. @beuxwhoyouare and @shootingstarwritings do smart work and consistently appeal to my interests. @elysianfit's blog was one of my favorites before it was nuked by the site, sad that a lot of those stories are lost. And there's more obviously but that's who I can name off the top of the dome.
Not necessarily someone writing in our spaces but I love the work that @prince-c does, the way he writes about men's bodies is so sexy and he can cram a lot of character and humor into relatively short stories.
Happy birthday! Hope you treat yourself and have some fun. What is some of the TF/body swap media you encountered growing up that really sparked your interest? One of my pivotal ones was Smallville when Clark and Lionel switch, and there’s a VERY interesting mirror scene (if you know, you know)
Probably the iconic potion scene from Scooby Doo 2: Monsters Unleashed, which was a film my siblings and I loved and rented all the time from the video store so I watched it a LOT. I had one of those cheap picture book adaptations of the film and I remember staring at the shitty drawing of buff Shaggy at night in bed, and trying to get my friend to like, basically RP the scene with me when we were playing at lunch.
Whenever I was unsupervised on the computer I would spend time looking up, like, male muscle growth videos on YouTube, which kinda led me to body swap video (in particular the Justice League episode where Flash and Lex switch bodies and yes, the iconic "Transference" episode of Smallville) and I found out that I liked those more.
So then in my thirst for content I started just Google searching "male body swap," which led me to the legendary Male Transformation Blog and later to interactive sites like writing.com and CYOC (which I have nostalgia for but I find kinda gross now due to how full of pedo content they are) and then eventually to tumblr.
I want to stress that I was like, very young when this started, like I'm talking ten years old, there is probably something to be said about how this was also when my parents were getting divorced and I was being abused/neglected by both, which might have caused me to latch on to the idea of becoming someone else, often a muscular man who would be viewed as strong and powerful, which would become a fetish for me as I was discovering my nascent sexuality at the same time.
BUT it's funnier to focus on the fact that I didn't even know what sex was at the time, so I was reading hardcore kink porn and whenever a penis appeared I was just like "I don't know what that is, but it intrigues me." I just knew I liked hot dudes, and I knew enough to keep my mouth shut about it lol.
That got dark for a minute there but yeah, there's a list in my drafts of "iconic" body swap tv episodes that I keep meaning to do something with. I think we need to crowdsource like an official "reading list" for people interested in this type of content so future generations can cut right to the good stuff instead of having to crawl through the trenches looking for crumbs like we did.
Happy birthday, friend! Hope everything goes well for you on your next voyage around the sun.
What’s something you wanna more of in the male tf space? Frankly I think we should shamelessly post excerpts of our WIPs and stuff. I see artists do it all the time online, it’s only fairly writers do it, too.
Really interesting question that I hadn't thought of! And I'm going to give an asshole sounding answer but thing I would love to see more of is... like... effort?
Like I am a big proponent of the idea that you don't have to be good to write, especially in a space like this where the most interesting parts are often the ideas and the perspectives the writers bring to the work. But there is something to be said for like, proofreading before you hit post and making sure that there aren't obvious typos or unfinished sentences or whatnot. Offer that level of respect to yourself and your readers to make sure that what you're putting out is in the best position to shine.
But yeah, it would be nice for people to "talk shop" more like they do in more traditional fandom spaces, which like, this kind of is if you think about it. Most of the writers here just kind of post their stories and dip, but it would be fun if we started "breaking character" a bit and letting some personality shine through. It's why I post #tf-media, just to switch it up a bit and tap into a different side.
To that end, it would be cool for people to take an interest in the culture of the broader male tf "community" as a whole, especially since people tend to linger in the community for a long time and are active in searching out material from a lot of different sources, so there's a very broad array of experiences we could be talking about. And I always get a kick out of seeing people analyzing tropes and concept, or talking about the history of different sites or whatnot.
Happy birthday! I’m a huge fan of your work and I’ve been loving your commentary in the tags on your secondary blog! 💛🥳
Thank you, geeked to hear that since I've been reading your blog since I was... well... let's not dither on how old we're both getting 💀
And I looove to yap in the tags, I think it's one of the best things about tumblr's unique functionality and I wish more people would do it! I do feel weird sometimes because I don't know that people are necessarily soliciting feedback in a space like this, but I enjoy treating these stories "seriously" and thinking a bit about what makes them tick, as well as what I like about them. Especially on a blog where I am acting as the curator rather than the creator, it's a nice way to add a little something to the space.
Less shame is a wonderful resolution to have! What's one of the first things you want to feel less shame about?
Part of why I post on this blog so infrequently and am so bad at responding to messages is because of my intense awkwardness... I feel ashamed not just of what I have to say, but of the impulse of even wanting to say anything in the first place. But as I've gotten older I've become more and more frustrated with how this has held me back so it's an impulse I'm trying to fight.
Also just in general, I need to be better about expressing my needs and desires, which is something I'm VERY bad at.
On a trip down memory lane and remembering Paul from Drop Dead Diva- the show's entire premise was that a skinny model got reincarnated into the body of a plus size lawyer, which was already a cool start, but in the later seasons (as ratings were dropping) they replaced her guardian angel character with a sexier model named Paul (played by the hunky Justin Deeley) who was just there for shameless fanservice.
The video I linked above is his introduction and while it's never made explicitly clear, he seems to imply that his body on Earth is different from whatever he looked like in heaven and he's very happy about his new digs- he immediately starts flexing and boasting about how hot he is, then spends the rest of his screen time flaunting himself and just generally being a himbo.
Salvator was the hottest guy I'd ever laid eyes on. Platinum face card, banging body, can you blame me for sneaking a peek at him in the gym locker room? And that was how I found out he had one of the smallest dicks I'd seen on a man.
I thought he'd be angry at me for peeping, but he actually seemed relieved to let someone in on his secret and even admitted something to me: he was a virgin!
I was shocked– the guy was sex on legs. Even I'd managed to get my dick wet once or twice, and I wasn't much of a looker. But it turned out he was so ashamed of the size of his penis that he'd never let anyone near it, resigning himself to a lonely existence of being the big man in the streets while rubbing himself off with a pillow between the sheets.
He had the face of a movie star and the body of a supermodel and he still wasn't happy, just because he didn't have the cock of a porn star to match. In a way, I felt sorry for him, because that's one hell of an insecurity. But mostly I thought that he was the dumbest man on earth to be so gifted and complain about the one thing he didn't have.
(And also like... hadn't the guy ever heard of bottoming?)
So I offered him a deal: I'd do a little trade with him and take his tiny pecker and give him my own, leaving him with the thick nine incher of his dreams. However, I would get it back for three days a month... along with everything attached to it.
Long story short, Salvator is having a LOT more sex these days, so I suppose I can say "you're welcome" to the men and women of this great city for unleashing such a gift upon them. And as for me? I take a long weekend off of work at the end of every month for a lovely beachside vacation where I can reconnect with my old package, along with Salvator's chiseled abs and fat ass.
I'm having a lot more sex these days too.
A happy ending all around, although I can't help but feel like I got the better end of the deal; he only gets one part of me, whereas I'm getting to take advantage of all of him. Imagine giving up all of that up just because it didn't have a few inches more on between the legs!
I suppose I can't talk though... after all, I get to have it all.
That time again... vote for the subject of the next fanfiction story.
9-1-1 (Buck/Eddie)
Heartstopper (Nick, College AU)
9-1-1: Lone Star (Carlos)
Red, White & Royal Blue (Alex)
Scooby-Doo (Fred)
Voting ended onMay 28
The last time I did one of these polls I only specified the media property, but I will be specifying which guys from each media property will be the target in case that sways people's votes/they are unfamiliar with the options and just want to pick who they think is the hottest.
These are the broad strokes of the different ideas I had and I won't spoil which goes to which, but I am curious a) what people want to see and b) if the winning guy/concept happen to coincidentally align.
That time again... vote for the subject of the next fanfiction story.
9-1-1 (Buck/Eddie)
Heartstopper (Nick, College AU)
9-1-1: Lone Star (Carlos)
Red, White & Royal Blue (Alex)
Scooby-Doo (Fred)
Voting ended onMay 28
The last time I did one of these polls I only specified the media property, but I will be specifying which guys from each media property will be the target in case that sways people's votes/they are unfamiliar with the options and just want to pick who they think is the hottest.
"Look at my muscles!" Michael C. Jordin exclaimed, then the hunky black actor looked down at his own arms and bent them back and forth a few times to test their flexibility. Tracy Morton stood next to him, doing his best to gape in shock, but it just wasn't working.
"CUT!" The director cried out, rubbing the bridge of her nose. "Michael, Tracy, let's reset for another take."
It was supposed to be a quick, one and done promo video for social media: Michael talks about the movie, Tracy pulls out the prop body swapping pods, the two pretend to swap, cut, print, moving on. Easy peasy. Right?
Wrong. They'd been been stuck on this one minute of footage for over an hour now and while some of it was useable, they'd yet to get a good take for the actual body swap part of the body swap movie ad- aka the money shot.
Given the horror stories she'd heard about his co-star Tracy Morton (who was legendary for his crude behavior and on-set pranks), the director was a bit surprised that Academy Award winner Michael C. Jordin was turning out to be the problem, but the man just wasn't getting it.
He was a good actor- no, a GREAT actor -but perhaps that was part of the problem; he was too good for the material. It was schlock of the sort he wasn't used to, and when they got to the part where the body swap happened and he had to pretend to be Tracy Morton, he just wasn't believable.
The whole joke of the skit was seeing "Tracy" turn into "Michael" and then go wild with his body, but the real Michael was a bit too mature to really sell that type of low-brow humor, and so all of the shots they had of him as "Tracy" were... well, they were boring. His flexes were wimpy and he refused to get his hands anywhere near his torso, let alone below the waist; one of the hottest actors on the planet and he seemed allergic to having any fun with it.
With a glance behind her at the weary crew, the director addressed her actors, who stood side by side in front of the green screen. "We're gonna go again from the intro, but Michael, this time, I want to see some excitement from you."
"I feel like I've been conveying that, but I just don't want to go too over the top," Michael crossed his arms as he said this, and the way his biceps popped when he did that was already a hundred times sexier than anything he had been doing on camera. "And I just feel like if Tracy were actually in my body, he wouldn't be acting the fool."
"Nah, lemme tell you boy," Tracy grinned lecherously and lifted up the hem of his shirt, smacking one hand against his flabby belly a few times. "You see this? If I was ditching this for that, I would be butt ass naked in ten seconds and shakin' that thang for all it's worth, you know what I'm saying?"
Michael's brows furrowed, two hands crossing protectively in front of his abs on instinct. "It's for an animated children's film."
"Yeah and we want people to watch it, so, you know..." The director gestured him up and down as much as she felt she could without getting #MeToo'd. "Sell the product a little. Are we all set?"
"Hold for props," her AD said, and a production assistant scampered over to Tracy with the plastic tub of prop purple LED "body swapping" pods.
The next take proceeded exactly the same as the last twenty takes had gone up until they got to the part where Michael touched the pods... then something strange happened.
"TOUCH THE MAGICAL PODS," Tracy commanded, jamming the plastic container full of "pods" towards Michael, and the director perked up in her chair- that was the best line reading Tracy had given all day.
"Fine fine fine fine," Michael replied, and just like the script called for, he reached for the pods. "I'll-"
When his fingers connected with the props, there was an explosion of purple glitter and smoke, which cleared to reveal that there were now two Tracy Mortons on set, one of whom was looking very panicked.
"Oh no!" Michael exclaimed- the actor felt like his entire body had just given up around him, years of hard work at the gym vanishing in an instant and leaving him feeling horrifyingly... flabby. His hands roamed his face, feeling blunt, unfamiliar features, then flew to his body. "No no no no no, it's real, it's real, it's- what happened to my muscles?"
With a shit-eating grin on his face, Tracy reached out and touched the pods himself; another burst of purple and "Michael" was back on set.
"This is incredible!" Tracy bellowed with Michael's smooth baritone, pure glee radiating from him as he now stood in the body of a man who had once been declared the Sexiest Man Alive. "Look at my muscles!"
It was the lines from the script, but unlike Michael, Tracy meant them. His arms shot up into a double bicep flex, Michael's massive arms almost busting through his sleeves (wardrobe had specifically picked the shirt hoping this would happen) as Tracy bounced his new muscles up and down like he was Popeye the Sailor Man after a can of spinach, and a brilliant smile lit up Michael's movie star face.
"You're me and I'm you!" The real Michael said... somewhat lamely, as the situation was abundantly clear, but the sight of his own body behaving like an absolute idiot was making it hard for him to think.
"That's right! I'm Michael C. Jordan now! I'm the sexy movie star!" Posturing with excitement, Tracy pointed at himself dramatically and did an exaggerated smolder in a parody of Michael's usual swagger. "And check this shit out!"
A moment later, his shirt was on the floor and Tracy was running his hands over Michael's incredible six pack, worshipping his muscles with the uninhibited zeal of a man who'd been rocking a potbelly just a minute ago. The camera operator glanced at the director, confused, and she gestured for him to keep rolling.
"Damn son, you've got a nice rack on you," the comedian pressed his broad new shoulders in and out, watching in fascination as Michael's ample pecs to squeezed together like cleavage. "These's some 'tig ol' biddies."
"Stop playing with my boobs-" Michael sputtered and cleared his throat, still not used to Tracy's raspy voice. "I mean, my pecs!"
"Man, don't be so uptight- you can play with mine!" Tracy reached over and stuck his fingers beneath one of the sagging man-boobs on his old body, jiggling it around a few times before Michael smacked his hand away.
"I don't wanna play with your anything! I want my body back!" Michael was aware that he was whining, but what else could he do? A chill ran down his new spine as he saw Tracy fumbling with his belt. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What the hell do you think?" Tracy smirked as he released the clasp on his belt buckle. "I told you before- butt ass naked."
Michael watched in horror as Tracy dropped his jeans, and a collective gasp ran throughout the crew as they all took in the sight of Michael C. Jordin naked. The man looked like a statue, his smooth black skin seemingly without blemish stretched tight across perfectly sculpted muscles (courtesy of the best personal trainers money could buy), but all eyes were instantly on one specific part of his body.
"Oohohoho, now that's what I'm talking about!" Tracy showed a complete lack of shame as he pawed at his new cock, a fat, heavy thing that hung low even when it was soft... and at the rate he was going, it didn't seem like it would be soft for long. "Check it out everybody! I'm Michael C. Jordin and I've got a big ol' thang!"
"Stop doing that! Stop screaming my name! Stop- stop-" Michael looked on the verge of a breakdown, tears in his eyes as he whipped his head around and pleaded with the crew. "Will someone tell me what's going on?!"
The director nodded thoughtfully as her AD whispered something into her ear. "Okay well apparently there was a bit of a mix-up and instead of the prop pods, it looks like you two used the real body swapping pods."
"The REAL pods?" Michael did a double take. "What do you mean the real pods?"
"The film is based on a true story," the director raised an eyebrow. "Did you think they would just make that up?"
"YES!" Michael shrieked.
The director gave a shrug. "Okay, well, they didn't, and those were some of the actual pods they used for research. I don't know how they ended up on the prop table."
Tracy, for no real reason, let out a laugh, and Michael glared at him; Tracy winked and spanked his own ass, causing the fat black globes to jiggle enticingly.
"Well, get some more and change us back!" Michael demanded. "Or else I'll- I'll- I'll sue!"
"There's no need for that, the studio can easily source more pods," the director paused while her DA whispered something in her ear, then nodded. "In a few weeks."
"A few weeks?!" Michael looked sick. "That- that overgrown toddler is gonna be in my body for a few weeks?"
He waved his hands over at Tracy, who was currently swinging his hips side to side in an attempt to make Michael's dick do the helicopter. A notorious womanizer, Tracy had partaken in his share of debauchery over the years, but this... this was next level, and the thought of what a man like that would do with a body like that was downright horrifying.
"Aw, don't be sad Mikey! I promise, I'll take good care of it for you," Tracy smiled at Michael, then turned his attention to the crew, throwing both hands in the air and shimmying his hips from side to side to make his massive cock and balls wiggle. "YO, WHO WANTS TO FUCK MICHAEL C. JORDIN?"
"This is a disaster," Michael buried his face in his hands. "What the hell are we supposed to do until then?"
"Well for now?" The director settled back into her chair and waved to the crew. "We've gotta finish filming this ad spot. Let's reset from the top. That means Tracy, please pull your pants up."
And despite the strangeness of the situation, both men were professionals, so they reset to position one- only now, "Tracy" was looking rather queasy and "Michael" was rubbing one of his nipples through his shirt and there was a bulge in his pants that VFX might have to edit out in post... or not.
They wanted the promo to viral, right?
I've got a good feeling about this next take, the director thought to herself. "ACTION!"
A story for... Mother's Day? No incest, sorry to disappoint.
Part 1:
From the outside, Debra Mitchell's life was a fairy tale. A successful husband, three beautiful children, a big house in a gated community- it was the kind of life that so many women dreamed about.
But from the inside, her "ever after" was far from happy.
The husband? Debra had never really loved Paul, and the man was rarely around anyways. The children? A trio of brats who took up all of her time when they were young then abandoned her once they got older. The house? Big, empty, and a bitch to clean. On top of that, living in a gated community away from the city meant she had nowhere to go and only got to interact with the most insipid kind of woman... stay-at-home-moms.
And the worst part was that she’d become one of them.
The true story was that Debra had been a wild young girl with big dreams she’d been forced to cast aside after getting pregnant in high school- abortion wasn't legal in her state. Paul Mitchell was an unremarkable young man from homeroom she'd only slept with out of boredom, but to his credit, he stepped up to take care of her and the baby and had even worked his way into becoming a successful lawyer.
And then he'd moved Debra to the nicest neighborhood he could find and abandoned his wife to the home and the children while he spent all of his time at work, with little regard for how that would make her feel. After all, Debra didn't have to work, the house was paid off, the three kids were healthy, the kitchen had a special closet just for wine... theoretically, the woman should want for nothing.
But to her, it felt like want was all she ever got to do.
She was forever mourning the excitement of her youth that had been stolen from her, something no amount of money or free time could ever buy back. She missed being carefree, beautiful, and full of energy... and most of all, she missed sex beyond the boring missionary position she was forced to endure from her husband on the rare nights he wasn't at the office.
Her life was boring, no passion, no spice, nothing to break up the endless monotony of her days.
Well, almost.
"Oh I'm just so excited," Ruth exclaimed. "I think you're really gonna get a kick out of this one!"
Ruth Hernandez was Debra's neighbor, a short Filipino woman who had decided that because the two of them lived next door to each other, she and Debra should be best friends. Debra personally found the woman annoying as all-get-out (cloying and naïve) BUT she was one of the few people in the community who never judged Debra for her bad attitude, so she at least tolerated her neighbor's company. Anything was better than boredom, even being pestered from time to time.
Ruth's family had moved next door about five years ago- Ruthie, her husband Marco, and their two kids (who Debra avoided like the plague). Said husband was an engineer for some big tech company, so Ruth was always dragging Debra over to the Fernandez home to show her some "incredible" new piece of tech that inevitably wound up being underwhelming.
But today's invention, Ruth promised, would be much different.
"Here it is!" Ruth beamed as she gestured towards a round globe on a table. About the size and of a beach ball, the orb was constructed of an opaque silver plastic with gold-tinted circuitry dotting the surface– a tablet was plugged into it, and there were two black indentations on opposite sides of the device.
It looked like a disco ball someone had kicked in.
"Wow Ruth, it's, uh..." Debra wracked her brain to come up with a compliment but came up empty, so she just gave up and sighed. "What the hell is this supposed to be Ruth?"
"We aren't supposed to tell anyone outside of the family but I was just bursting at the seams, I had to share this secret with someone!" Ruth squealed, and Debra winced at the noise. "This machine can switch people's minds!"
Oh no, Debra thought to herself. Ruth's finally lost it.
"I should get going," she said, making sure not to turn her back on Ruth as she scooted towards the door. "Austin might be home from school and uh, you know..."
"You don't believe me," Ruth pouted for a moment, but then shook it off. "It sounds cuckoo but it's true! The whole family tried it out last night and it's such a hoot."
"Oh, well, if it was a hoot, then that changes things!"
"I'll show you!" Ruth ran over to Debra and grabbed her hand, tugging her over to the machine. "Let's try it out, then you'll see what a genius my husband is."
Debra stared at the machine, glowing silver ball that it was, and then up at the painfully cheerful smile on Ruth's face as she beamed at Debra. With a sigh, Debra set her wine glass down and put her hand on the machine, just to humor her neighbor.
Maybe it'll fry my brain, she mused hopefully.
But then the damned thing worked.
Suddenly Debra was staring at herself across the room and it was lik looking in a mirror to find her reflection had gone rogue- only when she caught sight of her actual reflection, she had knee-jerk reaction at the sight of Ruth's face before realizing wait, now it was her face. Her old body was squealing like an idiot and chattering on about something, but Debra did what she did best and tuned out Ruth's background noise as she took in the impossibility of the situation.
Although the two women were of a similar height and build, Ruthie was a pretty woman with skin tanner than Debra could ever dream of achieving, and from the inside, further differences in their bodies became obvious- Ruth's body had more energy, more flexibility, and the constant threat of a low-grade migraine didn't seem to plague her. Shit, if Debra felt like this all the time, maybe she wouldn't be so crabby.
"Oh my gosh Debra, being you is so strange!" Ruth exclaimed- for reasons known only to her, the woman was moving her hands around in front of her like she was an astronaut drifting through space. She made a wrong movement and winced, reaching down to rub at her side. "I keep telling you, you've really gotta join me for yoga one of these days! I can feel how blocked your chakras are"
"Sure Ruth," Debra brushed her neighbor off like she did every time the woman brought it up- although after feeling the effects firsthand, she had to admit that Ruth had a point. Twisting her arms behind her just to feel them stretch, Debra glanced down at her chest and snorted. "Shit, it's not fair how perky your tits are."
"Oh Debra, you're such a wildcard!" Ruth giggled, and then she contorted Debra's face into an unfamiliar expression- a grin. "Listen, I thought that we could play a little trick on our families! One of those pranks the kids are always going on about. You pretend to be me, and I'll go over to your house and pretend to be you."
Debra resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "And what exactly would that accomplish?"
"I just think they'd get a kick out of it when we tell them what we did!" Ruth smiled big and wide, which looked strange with Debra's usually stern face, and Debra blinked in surprise. When was the last time she had seen herself look that happy?
Perhaps some time on the other side of the picket fence might do her some good.
"Alright," Debra assented. "It's a deal."
Part 2:
Debra was STILL bored out of her mind.
Ruth had departed in excitement shortly after the swap, eager to "immerse" herself in Debra's life, leaving the real Debra alone to slowly confront the fact the swap hadn't really changed anything; she was still a middle-aged housewife stuck in the suburbs, just one door down and a little darker now.
Basically, there was fuck-all to do in Ruth's house. Her eldest son Conrad ("my little Conman" Ruth called him) was allegedly home from college, but Debra had seen no trace of him thus far, leaving her alone to rifle through all of the drawers in Ruth's bedroom (nothing juicy other than some frilly lingerie), flip through her DVD collection (so many boring feelgood films), and take her bra off just for the hell of it (really, it was unfair how much nicer Ruth's tits were).
That comprised all of her ideas to make the situation interesting, so she was halfway through a bottle of her old faithful (wine) when something interesting did walk into the room... Conrad Hernandez.
The young man flashed his "mother" a sunny smile and breezed past her towards the fridge, completely oblivious to the way the woman was openly gaping at the sight of what a handsome stud he was.
Holy shit, Ruth's son is a smoke show, Debra thought to herself in disbelief.
In her dim recollections of the few times she'd met Conrad when he was younger, Debra remembered him as a skinny, unremarkable thing, but apparently his time away at college had done him well, his clothes tight in a way that suggested he'd been growing a lot recently and his wardrobe hadn't quite caught up with the muscle that now packed his short frame. He looked more like a porn star than the boy-next-door, and when he bent over to pick something up off the bottom shelf of the fridge and his big fat ass hung there in the air Debra-
Look, perhaps it was inappropriate to lust after her neighbor's son while she was in the body of his mother, but damn it! Debra was practically in heat at the sight of all that man. Neither Ruth nor Debra's husbands were really much to look at, unlike Conrad, who had a LOT to look at, especially in the front when he turned around and Debra's eyes zeroed in on the impressive bulge at the front of his shorts.
"Uh, mom?" Conrad asked, the muscles in his arms flexing unintentionally as he poured himself a cup of juice. "What are you looking at?"
Belatedly, Debra realized that she had been openly ogling, so she tore her eyes away from Conrad's crotch and tried to look him in the eyes, but her eyes got stuck in the middle of him when she caught sight of his pecs- good lord, the things were practically bursting out of his top.
Nice racks run in the family... Debra mused, eyeing the way his nipples poked through his shirt.
"Are you alright mama?" Asked Conrad, and the genuine in concern in his voice made Debra roll her eyes- Ruth's family really was sickening. "You aren't smiling today. Did something happen?"
Irritated at the cloying display, Debra snapped. "What was that young man? I don't need an excuse to be unhappy. You have no idea how hard it is to be a housewife and a mother you ungrateful little–"
Debra paused. Of course he had no idea what it was like. Conrad was just a hot young thing with no worries, no responsibilities, a beautiful body, and his whole life ahead of him.
A wicked idea occurred to her– perhaps this wasn't exactly what Debra had had in mind when she'd wished for a break, but when a golden skinned opportunity presented itself, she wasn't going to turn away.
"Actually, something did happen Conrad," she said, her sullen glare overpowering the natural sweetness of Ruthie's face. "I know you're a big shot college man now, but do you think that gives you the right to eat us out of house and home when you come for a visit?"
Confused, Conrad glanced down at the single cup of juice in his hands and sheepishly set it down on the counter. "Oh, uh, sorry? I can–"
"And you're just going to leave that cup on the counter? Without even using a coaster?" Debra crossed her arms and glared at her fake son. "I suppose you expect me to clean up after you too too, like I'm some kind of maid."
"What?" Conrad gaped, unsure how to handle this bizarre outburst from his mother. "Mama, I–"
"And now you're talking back me!" Debra shouted- it wasn't difficult for her to reach into her well of bitterness to make the performance convincing. Rising to her feet, she slammed both of her hands down on the table, smiling internally when the strapping young man jumped in response. "That's it, I'm giving you a punishment young man."
Conrad looked confused. "Mom, I'm twenty-four years old, you can't ground me."
"Well as long as you're under this roof, you follow my rules!" Debra reached over and grabbed Conrad by the ear like he was a little boy. "You're coming with me young man."
Stacked as he was with muscle, Conrad could easily have pulled away from her, but like a good son he meekly followed along with the woman he thought was his mother as she dragged him into the other room and deposited him in front of the body swapping machine she and Ruth had used earlier.
"Hand on the machine," she commanded, but Conrad, recognizing the machine, kept his hands by his sides.
"Dad's body swapping thing? You can't be serious," Conrad deadpanned. "Is this one of those pranks you heard about? You gotta stop watching those TikTok videos mama."
"Oh I'm deadly serious young man, I think a little bit of time in my shoes is just what you need to fix your bad behavior." A flimsy excuse, but Debra didn't have to convince him that she was in the right- she just had to convince him that she was his mother. "Listen to your mother."
She put both hands pointedly on the machine, and Conrad, good son that he was, did the same. In a flash, the two were staring at each other from the other side.
Even before she made a single movement, Debra could tell that being Conrad was going to be good; becoming a young, strong man was an instant rush unlike anything the woman had experienced. Even just standing there breathing, the way her powerful chest swelled up as she breathed made her feel invincible and he wanted nothing more than to run her hands all over this tight skin to get more familiar with the sexy body she'd stolen... but with the real Conrad right there, she just barely managed to restrain herself.
"Oh my god... I'm my own mom!" Conrad grabbed at his chest but then seemed to realize that those were his mom's boobs he was touching and he dropped them in disgust. "This is so weird."
"I'll say..." Debra muttered as she shifted her legs, feeling an unfamiliar weight nestled between thick thighs- she suppressed the urge to grin and slipped back on the facade of a disapproving mother. "We're going to stay like this until you've learned your lesson!"
"But mama, you know all my friends from school are coming over for the pool party in half an hour," Conrad protested.
A pool party? With college kids? Debra grinned- this was turning out better than she'd hoped. "Why don't you make us some snacks then?"
Part 3:
Ruth had a tendency to go on and on about her kids so Debra had long ago learned to tune her out, but maybe she would have paid a bit more attention if she'd known that one of her neighbor’s spawn was an absolute stud.
She’d wasted no time excusing herself from the kitchen and retreating to Conrad’s room (bounding up the stairs two at a time on strong legs) where, safe behind a closed door, Debra could drop the facade of being the boy’s mother and reveal her true intentions… among other things. After decades of unsatisfying sex with her bland husband, Debra was all-too-eager to get some time alone with a more desirable male form- if she had to be in it for that to happen, then so be it.
There was a convenient mirror in the corner of the room and Debra stepped in front of it, taking a moment to study the reflection of her borrowed form. Conrad had a sweet face with big eyes, a round nose, and short black hair; his skin was a delicious caramel brown and had the tight, wrinkle free softness that Debra’s had lost long ago. Out of curiosity, Debra tested a smile, watching as the boy in the mirror beamed at her.
“Hi there Mrs. Mitchell!” She called in Conrad’s warm tenor, and she waved at herself, batting Conrad’s eyelashes in a parody of boy-next-door innocence. “It’s me, Conrad! I was just wondering if you wanted me to do a little show for you!”
And with that, Debra lifted Conrad’s arms into a double bicep pose and gawked at the size of the things- like his mother, he was on the shorter side (maybe 5’6’’ if Debra had to guess) but it worked in his favor because the proportions made his bulging muscles look massive. His chest in particular jutted out further than Debra had ever seen on a man, so she brought both of his hands up to cradle them, groaning as she kneaded the perky handfuls of muscles through his shirt.
Why the hell am I still wearing a shirt? Debra wondered, and she locked eyes with Conrad in the mirror, staring at him as she slowly, sensually, stripped his top off to reveal a pair of fat pecs with perky nipples and a six-pack to die for.
Running her hands over his abs, Debra thought back to her own husband- he was a good man, but he hadn’t been all that much to begin with and over the years he’d really let himself go, so to feel this young flesh beneath her fingers was intoxicating. More than intoxicating, it was arousing, and Conrad’s body was starting to have some opinions on the new management.
It was Debra’s first time having a penis, but she was pretty sure she was getting a boner- she couldn’t think of any other explanation for why the front of Conrad’s pants were feeling so tight all of the sudden. The bulge in the front was starting to look rather uncomfortable, and responsible body borrower that Debra was, she figured it was time to set the poor thing free.
A moment later she was bare naked and staring at the nicest dick she’s ever seen in real life. That it would be better than her husband’s was no question, but even in her wildest fantasies she didn’t dare dream about something this much better! At half-mast, Conrad’s penis was a thick brown thing that hung low to the floor, uncircumcised with two heavy balls hanging beneath it; even the slightest touch of it made Debra shiver, the sensitive nerves of the boy’s cock awakening feelings in her that she didn’t even know she’d ever had.
God, Debra hadn’t felt this free and uninhibited since she was a kid! We weight was lifted off of her thanks to Conrad's strong shoulders. The woman stared down at her hot young male body, past those pretty pecs and amazing abs, and cackled with glee as she bounced his fat cock around between her legs.
The door flew open and Conrad stuck his head in.
"Mom, my friends are–" he froze when he saw what she was doing. "Mom! Gross! Don't look at my naked body like that!"
"I gave birth to you son," Debra lied, putting both hands on her borrowed hips and angling her crotch forwards vindictively. “It's nothing I haven't seen before."
Conrad averted his eyes, his face burning at the sight of his own cock hanging out like that. "Just– just put something on before you head downstairs, okay?"
Conrad exited looking traumatized and Debra turned her attention to Conrad’s closet, shifting through his options until she found the perfect outfit– a barely there pair of bright yellow swim shorts that made his ass look padded and his bulge look indecent. No shirt, of course, and as Debra admired the muscled young stud in the mirror, she saw her crotch jump as her new cock twitched in its fabric prison.
Soon, she thought, giving it a friendly pat.
Conrad Chan’s body was her ticket to her orgasm, and one of those kids out there was going to help her find it.
Part 4:
It’d been ages since Debra had been to a pool party- most of the houses in their community had pools, including hers. Why would she bother going to swim at someone else’s? And not that she ever swam either, her bikini body days long behind her.
But for the past few hours, Debra had been having fun in the sun. As she let Conrad’s powerful body propel her through the water, she thought that maybe it wasn’t so bad if you were in the right shape for it. The shape in this case was a Filipino stud with a killer body, and as she pushed herself up out of the pool and felt the water cascading down her body, dripping from her pecs onto her abs, and lifted her giant arm to shake the water out of her perfect hair, Debra felt like a god.
Some of Conrad’s college friends (there were like twelve of them and so Debra didn’t bother to learn their names) jeered at him semi-ironically, and Debra flashed a smile and turned her back to them, putting two fingers beneath Conrad’s ample ass cheeks and bouncing his behind mischievously. It was a co-ed group of kids, but boys and girls alike had all been ogling Conrad’s body all afternoon, so Debra was basking in the attention. Who could blame them? Conrad’s posse were a good looking group of kids, but Conrad was clearly the hottest.
Still, despite having a body built for sin, Debra got the vibe that Conrad wasn’t screwing any of these people, which seemed like a waste to her. What was the point of being young and hot if you weren’t going to screw around? Granted, when she’d done it it had led to her getting pregnant and destroying her life, but that wasn’t a problem for her right now. Right now, the only problem was figuring out which of the party goers she wanted to screw.
One of Conrad’s friends, a light skinned black boy named Julien with a pretty face and a promising bulge in the front of his trunks, lingered a bit too long on the sight of Conrad’s ass long after everyone else had looked away, and it wasn’t just a friendly gaze. Debra's heart pounded– how long had it been since someone had looked at her like that? With desire, want in their eyes. It was intoxicating.
To hell with subtlety.
“Dicks, huh?” She said as she plopped herself down next to Julien, putting one hand on her crotch and grabbing as much of it as she could. “So hard to manage. You look like you might have a nice one.”
Julien choked on his drink.
Part 6:
From his place of exile in the kitchen, Conrad seethed with anger as he watched through the window his mom cavorting about in the sun with his friends. Where the hell had this come from anyways? His mom was usually so sweet and understanding! Maybe not the brightest woman, but certainly never one to be so... vindictive.
Or shameless, Conrad thought as he watched his mom flex his biceps for one of his friends to feel. Damn, he looked fucking good, and he wasn't even the one who got to take advantage of it!
A knock at the side door to the kitchen shook him out of his thoughts, and he peeked out the door to see their weird neighbor Debra waiting outside with a huge smile on her face.
"Hello there neighbor!" The woman chirped. "I just came over to borrow a cup of sugar, if you don't mind."
"Oh, uh, sure," Conrad wanted to tell her to get lost, but he didn't want to accidentally cause drama between his mom and her friend, so he stepped back and she came skipping into the room like she owned the place.
Conrad had barely seen their neighbor since his teen days but from the few encounters they'd had, he'd always gotten the impression that she was a sad, angry, anti-social woman, and maybe that was unfair of him because the woman in front of him seemed to be radiating happiness.
Unsure of what his mother would say to their neighbor, he decided to keep it generic. "How are you doing Debra?
"Oh, you know, the same as always," Debra winked at him like they shared a secret. "Ruth. I'm just the same old Debra, and you're the same old Ruth!"
"Uh-huh." The woman's enthusiasm for seemingly nothing made Conrad uncomfortable, and he wanted to get her out of here as soon as possible so he could get back to keeping an eye on his body. "You said you needed sugar, right? Let me get that for you so you can get back home."
"Back home?" At that, Debra burst out laughing, so hard she had to lean over and place her hands on Conrad's shoulders. "Oh, this is just too much Debra! I'm still buzzing that we did this!"
Conrad stepped back, confused. "Wait, why are you calling me Debra?"
"It's just the two of us, you can drop the act now," Debra sucked in a few breaths to collect herself and smiled at Conrad. "I tell you Debra, this switch has been so much fun! No one at your house suspects a thing! And how are things over here? I hope my little Conman hasn't been too much of a handful."
"Little Conman..." That was his mom's nickname for him. Why would Debra...? Did she say switch? The wheels in Conrad's mind turned as he processed this information, then the answer struck him. "Wait, MOM? Is that you in there? It's me, Conrad!"
"Conrad?" Ruth did a double take as she scrutinized her own body, then her eyes widened- a mother knows. "Conrad! My little Conman! What's going on?"
"What do YOU mean what's going on?" Conrad burst out. "What the hell- I mean, what are you doing in Debra's body?"
"We swapped this morning so we could play a prank on everyone!" Ruth exclaimed. "What are you doing in my body?!"
"You-" Conrad corrected himself. "I mean she made me swap with you this morning as punishment for something! She has been in my body all day!" Images from throughout the day came flashing back to the young man, with one in particular burning a hole in his memory. "Oh god, she was looking at my dick!"
"She was WHAT?!" That got Ruth's attention, and the woman was now about as angry as her sunny disposition would allow her to be. "Oh that vile woman! Where is she now?
Mother and son rushed to the window and frantically scanned the backyard by the pool, eyes picking through the gaggle of college kids, his but his body was nowhere to be found.
Both of them froze.
"Oh no," they said in unison.
Part 7:
Ruth had been so excited about renovating her little pool house into a “guest house,” but in reality, the place was little more than a bedroom… still, Debra thought as she shoved Julien onto the bed, that’s all we need.
Debra turned around for a moment to lock the door behind them, and when she turned back, Julien had already wiggled his way out of his swim trunks and was lying there naked- she drank in the sight of his brown, muscled body and beautiful cock, and she could barely believe that this was real and he was here for her. It was like a scene from one of those “horny housewife screws her son’s sexy black friend” videos she didn’t even bother hiding that she watched, except with one big difference that was currently fighting its way out of her shorts.
Debra tugged the skimpy yellow fabric down and freed the beast, Conrad’s huge cock instantly rising up to tap hello to his abs, and Julien’s eyes lit up with lust; THAT was maybe the sexiest thing for Debra. It was the ultimate fantasy that she’d never thought to dream up- not just hooking up with a young stud, but being one too.
She hurled herself on top of him and their bodies blended together and became a smorgasbord; she didn’t know whose muscles she was groping, Julien’s or Conrad’s, but she didn’t give a fuck because everything felt so amazing. The woman could barely conceal her hunger as she tried to make up for lost time, but luckily, she didn’t have to, because Julien seemed just into it as well.
"Fuck you're so hot," Julien breathed out, both of his hands full of Conrad’s fat pecs.
“And that’s just the front,” Debra teased, making her chest jump. “Wanna check out the back?”
Julien didn’t need to be asked twice.
One of the young man's hands made its way down to Debra's backside and he spanked it, hard, then buried his fingers deep into the plush flesh of one of Conrad's bubbly ass cheeks and kneaded it like dough. Debra threw her head back and moaned, a masculine groan that only got deeper when Julien worked his way down to Conrad's thick neck and sucked in at his pulsepoint.
Lost in ecstasy, it took Debra a moment to register what strange pressure between the hills of Conrad's cheeks was- one of Julien's fingers teased at the young man's tight (presumably virgin) hole, slowly teasing it open, and Debra saw stars when the first digit slipped in. Lord, it had been ages since her husband had fingered her, and even then, he wasn't nearly as skilled as this youngster was. Granted Julien did have a much easier job fingering an asshole instead of a vagina, but she couldn’t deny the boy displayed expert precision as he worked his fingers in one by one, twirling them around and stretching his partner wider and wider as he prepared for the main event, which Debra now felt tapping against her hole.
Having learned her lesson about unprotected sex long ago, Debra pulled herself together long enough to grab one of the condoms she'd stashed in the pool house earlier and toss it to Julien- belatedly, she realized that an unexpected pregnancy wasn't possible when she had a cock and balls bouncing between her legs, but Julien didn't seem at all annoyed as he rolled the rubber down his shaft, and he was back on Debra a moment later.
Then he was in her.
For a while when she'd been in Conrad's room, having a blast bouncing his giant dick around, she'd been very tempted to see what it would be like to get to fuck someone with it, but in the end, her old yearning had won out- she'd been waiting so long to get fucked by a real man, and as she felt Julien’s cock slipping into Conrad’s hole, she knew she'd made the right choice.
Conrad's beefy ass had a wonderful recoil and the way those firm cheeks shook as they slapped into Julien's hips as he pounded away made her feel invincible, which was a damn good thing because Julien was really going to town. Debra could tell from the ferocity with which the boy was panting that he’d been just as hungry to fuck Conrad as she’d been to get fucked period, so she was glad she could make both of their dreams come true.
She could feel Conrad’s heavy cock swinging between her legs, tapping her torso like a metronome keeping time with Julien’s thrusts, so hard it almost hurt, and it gave a little spurt of something when Julien hit Conrad’s prostate; Debra turned and sank her teeth into one of the thick biceps holding her up, biting into the muscle as she muffled a scream of pleasure.
They continued fucking like that for a few minutes, the train Julien ran on Conrad’s ass driving Debra closer and closer to the orgasm she so desperately craved, until suddenly, the tempo of Julien’s thrusts faltered for a moment.
“Did you hear something?” he whispered, stopping with his dick half in/half out of Conrad’s asshole. “I think I heard someone yelling outside.”
Shit, Debra thought. “You didn’t hear anything, you just fucked me so hard you’re hallucinating. Keep going, I’m almost there!”
She pressed her hips back, trying to get Julien’s full length back inside in the hopes that he’d get back to work, but the boy was clearly spooked and pulled out all the way. Undeterred, she turned around and shoved him, using her big strong body to force him into a sitting position on the bed, his dick still sticking straight up invitingly. He seemed confused, which was ridiculous to Debra- what was there to be confused about it?
“Look at me, look at this body,” she flexed both of Conrad’s arms, two huge biceps rising up, then she waved her hips side to side and made the pillar of Conrad’s cock sway. “Be a good boy and finish what you started.”
Julien licked his lips as he looked Conrad’s body up and down, but the boy still seemed reluctant, so Debra made the choice for him- it figured that even when she was a man, she still had to do all the work.
She lowered herself down onto Julien’s cock without a hint of gentleness, and the boy spat out a curse as he felt his entire length be enveloped by Conrad’s pillowy cheeks in one fell swoop. With the help of Conrad’s powerful thighs, Debra began to piston his body up and down; Julien’s eyes practically rolled back in his head as his hot jock friend started bouncing in his dick like a porn star.
"Please, I need this," Debra panted
Someone was pounding at the door, but Debra didn't care. She could feel the pressure building up inside of her, glistening with sweat as she pushed her stolen body further and further, every one of Conrad’s muscles straining to match the desires of the hungry woman who controlled them. The pounding at the door was getting louder, and people were yelling, and through the haze of endorphins Julien looked panicked, but Debra didn’t care about him; she grabbed onto his shoulders and held him in place. The boy was nothing more than a living dildo for her at that point as she used his dick to hammer at Conrad’s prostate, each hit bringing her closer and closer to the thing she craved, the thing she needed, the thing she-
Unlike a female orgasm, which came in waves and left aftershocks, the male orgasm hit Debra like a volcano, an explosion of pleasure radiating from Conrad’s penis that was so sudden and intense it caused Debra to roar so loud she was sure Conrad’s deep voice would be heard throughout the whole neighborhood. Head thrown back in ecstasy, Debra savored every ounce of that wonderful feeling as Conrad’s dick pulsed, shooting out blast after blast of cum until the two brown skinned boys were splattered with white, and only when Conrad’s balls were emptied of every last drop did Debra peel herself off of Julien’s cock and collapse onto the bed next to him.
The door burst open as Ruth and the real Conrad rushed into the room in a panic; Julien, reeling from what had just happened and confused by the sudden appearance of two middle aged women, yelled and sprung out of bed. At the sight of his male friend naked, covered in cum, and still very hard, the real Conrad began to shriek at the top of his mother’s lungs, while his real mother tried to restrain him, and Julien awkwardly tried to cover up his dick with his hands and yelled for someone to explain things. People peeked in the door, chattering, trying to see what all the fuss was about.
But Debra didn’t hear any of that- her mind was miles away from the suburbs, floating on the afterglow of the best fuck of her life. She tucked Conrad’s arms behind her head and tried to savor the feeling of the boy’s toned muscles beneath her- it would definitely be the last time Ruth invited her over to mess around with the body swapping machine for sure.
Everyone began yelling at once but Debra tuned them out and instead focused on the feeling of the tight young body she was inhabiting, committing to memory the sensation of being a muscular young man. Even as everyone chastised her, she couldn't bring herself to regret it.
If the lonely housewife only ever got one day to live as a hot young man, she was glad she got to do it… with a bang.
