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[malebodyswappingstories]

Should’ve controlled myself

This is me. Well, it used to be me. Confused yet? Let me explain.

I was at the gym as per usual, and it was around 2 am. It was a 24 hour gym and at this time normally nobody but me was there. I saw someone enter out of the corner of my eye, but didn’t see who it was. Then, they took the machine right next to mine. I looked over and saw the lankiest, shortest, palest, nerdy kid I had ever seen in my life. He looked over at me and smiled and waved awkwardly as if we knew each other.

I ignored him and began to work out harder. Then, he asked if I needed water. Normally, I would’ve said no, especially since I didn’t know him. But something inside of me told me to say yes so I did and I drank the water he gave me. Suddenly, it became so hard for me to do my normal workout. Normally, I could go on for six more hours but I was already done. I was very confused and decided just to leave. I got home and went to bed, unknown of what was about to happen.

When I woke up, I was not in my own room anymore. Instead I was in a room covered in posters for Star Wars and Harry Potter. “What the fuck” I groaned and then I heard my voice. It was a squeaky voice unlike my deep commanding voice I’m used to. I ran to the mirror in this room and saw the boy that was at the gym in the mirror. I screamed because I didn’t know what else to do.

Suddenly, I errr he got a text. It was a picture of my old body, “miss it yet?” I texted him to give me my body back or he’d regret it.

He never texted back. Slowly, I am forgetting everything about my old life. I don’t want to. I want it back. Crap, there’s a Star Wars marathon about to start, I can’t miss it.

[hairy-bothered]

Body Swap Roulette

By the time the fourth phone's Scruff profile was activated, none of the four friends sitting at the dining room table were laughing quite as naturally as before.

(Pictured Left to Right: Phil, Don, Ralph & Tom)

Tom’s house had always been their safest gathering place. It sat at the quiet end of a suburban street, comfortably furnished but still half-decorated, as though Tom had moved in months ago and had never committed to where everything belonged. The dining room opened directly into the living room, where a warm floor lamp cast amber light across the couch, the darkened windows, and the crowded wooden table.

There were cards, poker chips, bowls of pretzels and tortilla chips, four beers, and four phones displaying newly created Scruff profiles.

They all knew the rules. One current photograph. No filters. No false ages. No changing the location radius. Each player would transform into the first man that messaged them. Not just his face. Everything.

Age, height, weight, dick, voice, posture, health, mannerisms. Even personality would begin to bleed across, along with fragments of memory from the stranger’s life. The player’s own mind would remain underneath it all, but the longer the night went on, the harder it might become to tell where one man ended and the other began.

They were not allowed to answer the messages. The strangers would never know what had happened.

Phil had been the one to discover the game, or at least the instructions for it, buried in an old online TUMBLR called Hairy-Bothered, which was devoted to transformation stories that everyone insisted were fictional. He had brought it up as a joke months ago. Don had dared him to prove it was real. Ralph had spent two weeks researching every version of the ritual he could find, then concluded that it was probably fake. Tom had volunteered his house.

Now, with the profiles active, “fake” no longer felt like the right word.

“Last chance,” Don said.

At thirty, he was the oldest of the group and behaved as if that made him responsible for the others, despite the fact that he was usually the one pushing them toward bad decisions. His thick brown hair was styled into a deliberate wave, and his heavy mustache gave him an old-fashioned athletic confidence he clearly enjoyed. Even seated, he held himself like a man posing for a locker-room photograph—shoulders back, arms apart, gray T-shirt stretched neatly across his chest.

Phil glanced at him. “You were the one who said backing out would be pathetic.”

“I said backing out after uploading the picture would be pathetic.”

“That is where we are now, dummy!” Ralph reminded him.

Ralph, twenty-six, sat across from Don in a black short-sleeved shirt with NAUGHTY printed in large red letters across the chest. His dark hair was carefully styled and his mustache looked almost too precise, as though he had trimmed it immediately before coming over. He was normally the most cautious of them, the one who checked rideshare license plates and made sure everyone had charged phones.

Tom sat at the right end of the table, younger than all of them at twenty-five, wearing a red Lacoste polo and khakis. He was smiling at his phone in a way that made Don narrow his eyes.

“You’re hoping for somebody old,” Ralph said.

Tom shrugged. “Not old. Mature.”

“You have been saying that since you were twenty-one.”

“What can I say? I know what I like” Tom smirked.

Phil shifted in his chair. His blue henley made his fair skin and short blond hair look even lighter beneath the warm lamp. At twenty-seven, he was quiet, agreeable, and so conflict-averse that he sometimes apologized when someone else bumped into him - like any good Canadian immigrant to a sleepy American suburb.

Phil picked up his beer but did not drink. “What if the personality part doesn’t go away in the morning?” he asked.

Ralph looked toward him. “The instructions say everything reverses at sunrise.”

“The instructions were written by someone called Hairy-Bothered. Do we feel like he's a reliable source of information?”

“They were very specific.”

“But that doesn’t make them reliable.”

Don leaned over and tapped the table near Phil’s phone. “You wanted to know whether it was real.”

Phil opened his mouth to answer. His phone buzzed and all four men froze. The sound had been ordinary, almost disappointingly so. A short vibration against the wood. Phil looked at the screen.

A new message sat beneath the profile photograph of a heavyset man in his mid-thirties. He wore a dark cap and a bulky jacket. A massive brown beard covered most of his lower face.

The message contained three words.

How you doing?

Don whistled. “Well, Phil.”

Phil stared at the picture. “He’s large.”

“He’s a hot daddy redneck,” Tom said.

“He looks like he owns several guns...” Ralph added.

“I don’t think I want—”

Phil stopped. His breath caught sharply, and one hand flew to his stomach. The first sensation was pain. It began beneath his ribs and rolled outward, flooding his chest, shoulders, and abdomen. His blue shirt tightened gradually across his torso. The fabric did not change, but the body beneath it did, swelling into unfamiliar proportions.

“Is it happening?” Tom asked.

Phil blushed and nodded quickly. His stomach pushed forward, rounding heavily over the waistband of his jeans. His shoulders broadened, not with the balanced definition of a gym-trained body but with the solid weight of someone naturally large. His arms thickened against the sleeves. Blonde hair darkened at the roots and seemed to retreat beneath the shape of a cap that had not been there before.

Then his face began changing. Phil pressed both palms against his cheeks as his jaw widened beneath them. Light stubble darkened into coarse brown hair. His beard grew quickly, spreading over his chin, down his throat, and outward until his fingers vanished into it.

“Oh my God,” Don said, half laughing and half appalled.

Phil’s eyes widened. “My voice—”

The words came out deeper than before, dragged through a thick Southern accent. He went silent.

Something else had entered him alongside the voice. For one disorienting moment, the dining room disappeared. Phil smelled hot pavement, gasoline, tobacco and stale coffee. He remembered sitting behind the wheel of a truck he had never owned, watching miles of highway disappear beneath him. He remembered arguments conducted loudly and without apology. He remembered a father who believed silence was weakness and a string of roadside bars where no one had ever asked him to lower his voice.

The memories were incomplete, but the emotions attached to them were powerful. Confidence settled over Phil like another layer of muscle and fat. His usual urge was to make himself smaller when people stared. Now he found their attention satisfying.

He leaned back, spreading his legs comfortably beneath the table. His new stomach strained the blue henley. One hand moved through his enormous beard with instinctive familiarity.

“Well,” he said slowly, the Southern drawl now effortless. “Ain’t that something?”

Don stared at him. “Phil?”

Phil looked directly at him. The old Phil would have smiled nervously. This one lifted one eyebrow. “Who's Phil? He your faggy friend?”

Don blinked and Phil’s expression shifted into a broad grin. Then he laughed, a deep, booming sound none of them had ever heard from him before.

“I’m kidding,” he said. “It's me, Phil - mostly...”

Tom handed him a small tabletop mirror. Phil examined himself, turning his head from side to side. The more he looked, the more pleased he became.

“I look strong. Real strong-like.”

“You look like you could throw me through a window,” Ralph said.

Phil’s grin widened. “Maybe don’t test me on that, son.”

The change had taken less than two minutes. When it was over, there was nothing visibly left of the blonde, soft-spoken Canadian except the blue shirt and a faint uncertainty behind the stranger’s eyes.

Phil reached into a pocket and fished out a cigar that had appeared along with his cap. He picked it up naturally.

“I know how to smoke this,” he murmured.

“That’s the memory bleed,” Ralph said.

Phil rolled the cigar between his thick fingers, lit it carefully, and took a deep drag. “Feels more like remembering something I forgot.”

While the men were still dazed by what had just happened to Phil, all of a sudden Don’s phone buzzed. His confident smirk vanished.

The message came from a twenty-two-year-old with dark curly hair, a narrow face, a slim body and almost no visible facial hair.

Don shook his head immediately. “No. Nope. Nuh-uh. I'm not going to be some Twink. I don't want to play any more!”

Tom leaned over. “You can’t refuse after the message arrives.”

“I’m not refusing. I’m stating a fact. I’m out.”

But immediately after the last word slipped out of his mouth he felt his gray shirt begin to loosen across his chest. Don looked down.

The muscles he had spent years building began to soften and recede beneath the fabric. His broad shoulders narrowed. His arms slimmed against the sleeves, veins and body hair fading as his skin became smooth. He gripped both sides of the chair.

“Son of a bitch…”

His mustache thinned with every word until only a faint shadow remained. The strong lines of his face softened. His jaw narrowed, his nose changed shape, and his heavy brown hair curled forward in loose dark waves. Even his posture collapsed inward - more diminutive. More submissive.

Don had always sat as though he owned whatever room he entered. Now his knees drew together beneath the table. His hands looked too large for a moment, then became slim and youthful.

He glanced at Phil and immediately looked away, intimidated by the bear of a man Phil had become.

A rush of foreign memories hit him. A cramped first apartment with mismatched furniture. A phone held beneath restaurant tables while he waited for a daddy to answer. A nervous laugh used to smooth over awkward silences. Nights spent trying on three different shirts because he was afraid the first two made him look too big or too masculine.

The new personality did not erase Don’s confidence all at once. It undermined it from beneath. His anger remained, but the instinct to express it weakened. “I hate this,” he said. His voice was younger, lighter and less commanding.

Phil rested one enormous arm across the back of Don’s chair. “Aww, hey there buddy, you look cute.”

Don recoiled, his face flushing. “Don’t call me cute!” The words lacked their former force.

Phil laughed.

Don crossed his thin arms over his chest, but the gesture only emphasized how small he had become beside Phil.

“I’m twenty-two,” he muttered. “I’m younger than when I graduated.”

Tom smiled. “Some people would consider that lucky.”

“I don’t.”

Don caught his reflection in the black screen of his phone. For several seconds, he looked genuinely wounded. His mustache had always been part of the identity he projected—older, tougher, more established than he felt. Without it, and without the body that supported the image, he seemed exposed.

“I look like some dumb Twink bottom that I would take home and fuck, this is humiliating...” he said quietly.

Phil’s expression softened. “You’re still Don inside there, bud.”

Don looked at him.

Phil paused, as though searching through two personalities for the right thing to say. “At least underneath those cute baby cheeks and scrawny chicken arms.”

But before Don could respond with the appropriate level of vitriol, Ralph’s phone vibrated. Ralph looked down at his phone, blinked once then closed his eyes. “Of course...it’s always older men messaging me on three apps!”

The profile showed a man around 65 with a huge white beard, a bald crown, and a broad, heavy frame. Ralph’s face drained of color. “Come on, man, he's older than my grandfather!”

“Rules,” Don said, sounding almost pleased that someone else’s result was worse.

Ralph pushed himself to his feet. He paused as his balance shifted. His center of gravity settled lower, his stance naturally widening as his body grew broader.

The external changes began in his hands. His skin thickened, veins becoming more prominent beneath weathered flesh. Coarse gray hair spread across his forearms beneath the sleeves of the black NAUGHTY shirt.

His shoulders widened. His chest and stomach filled out into the solid build of a man who had spent decades carrying himself with quiet confidence. The chair groaned when he sat back down, now supporting considerably more weight.

His dark hair retreated rapidly from his forehead and crown. Gray swept through what remained before fading completely to white.

His neatly trimmed mustache blossomed into an enormous beard. It poured down his cheeks and over his chest until it formed a thick, brilliantly white curtain. Ralph instinctively combed it with his fingers, surprised by how soft it felt.

Deep lines settled around his eyes—not harsh ones, but the kind earned through decades of laughing - but at this moment his face rested in a grimace.

He blinked. A flood of memories slipped effortlessly into place. He knew exactly how to trim a beard this size without making a mess. He knew which reading glasses lived in the kitchen and which pair stayed in the car. He remembered the passwords to three different dating apps, which profile pictures got the most attention from younger men, and which local coffee shop was best for a first rendezvous.

His phone suddenly felt different in his hand—not unfamiliar, just... organized. He frowned. "Why do I have notifications turned on for everything?"

His thumb moved across the screen before he consciously decided to. Three settings changed. "That's better."

Tom laughed. "You just hacked your own phone."

"I didn't hack anything." Ralph kept scrolling. "This app keeps suggesting men forty miles away." He wrinkled his nose. "Absolutely not."

Phil leaned over. "What are you looking at?"

Ralph angled the phone away on instinct. "My business."

Phil grinned. "You weren't this private five minutes ago."

"In my 65 years I've learned that people online will absolutely waste your time." The words came out so naturally that Ralph stopped talking. "...Did I just say that?"

Don folded his arms. "You sound experienced."

"I am experienced. Well...he is?" The answer escaped before Ralph could think. He froze - lost between his former and current mind. Then, after another moment, he shrugged. "I suppose I am."

His posture shifted almost imperceptibly. Gone was the restless energy of a twenty-six-year-old. He settled comfortably into the chair, crossing one thick leg over the other with practiced ease.

His gaze drifted around the room, assessing everyone. Tom -still unchanged - looked exhausted. Phil desperately needed a haircut and a beard trim. Don's shirt fit poorly across the shoulders. Ralph noticed all of it in an instant.

"What?" Tom asked.

Ralph smiled. "Nothing. You boys just have no idea how you're presenting yourselves. People used to put more effort into such things.”

Phil burst out laughing. "There he is."

"There who is?"

"The old guy."

Ralph reached up, absentmindedly stroking his beard. "It is an exceptional beard."

"It is," Tom admitted.

Ralph caught his reflection in the darkened window. A large man stared back—sixty-five, bald on top, framed by a magnificent white beard. He expected horror. Instead... "Huh." He tilted his head. "I actually pull this off."

Phil stared. "Seriously?"

"What? I'm not saying I'd have picked sixty-five..." He turned his face from side to side. "...but I'm handsome...I mean he's handsome." Ralph rested one hand in his beard, surprisingly at ease. "I still know I'm Ralph," he said quietly. "But I also know who this man is."

Tom looked up. "What's he like?"

Ralph smiled—not sadly, but with unmistakable fondness. "Confident." He glanced at his reflection again." Comfortable in his own skin." A beat passed. "And apparently very picky."

Phil snorted. "That sounds about right."

Ralph laughed. "It really does."

For several minutes, they sat quietly. Then Tom’s phone buzzed. He looked down at the screen.

The man who had messaged him appeared to be in his mid-forties. Dark hair showed gray at the sides beneath a baseball cap. Salt-and-pepper scruff framed a tired but attractive face. His profile offered little information, but the photograph had been taken in a kitchen. A family calendar hung behind him, partially visible on the wall.

Tom smiled.

Don noticed. “You are far too happy.”

“I told you, this could be fun! I got a hot daddy!"

Tom’s red polo tightened first across his shoulders, then relaxed as his body settled into a broader, slightly softer maturity. Fine lines appeared around his eyes. His face lengthened, his jaw grew heavier, and dark stubble spread across his cheeks before turning gray in patches.

His hair darkened from sandy brown, then silver appeared at the temples. Tom held his phone in front of him throughout the change, studying every new line with fascination.

His hands aged around the device. The skin grew rougher, the knuckles more pronounced. Hair thickened along his forearms and beneath the open collar of the red polo.

He inhaled sharply when the memories arrived. A wife asleep upstairs while he stared at his phone in the kitchen, looking at pictures of men. A wedding ring slipped into a drawer before taking photographs. Children calling from another room. Years spent building a life that looked perfect from the outside and felt increasingly divided from within.

Tom’s smile faded as the stranger’s guilt settled into him alongside his attraction. He felt the practiced caution of a man who deleted conversations, cleared notifications, and always listened for footsteps. For the first time, the transformation frightened him.

“Tom?” Don asked.

Tom looked up. His face now belonged entirely to the middle-aged stranger. “He has a family,” Tom said.

Ralph frowned. “You knew that from the picture?”

“I remember them.” He closed his eyes. “A wife. Two kids. He tells himself this app doesn’t count if he never meets anyone in person. He just shares pictures and sexts men while jerking off.”

Don looked uncomfortable. “That’s dark.”

Tom rubbed his salt-and-pepper jaw. The texture fascinated him despite the sadness in his expression.

“He’s lonely,” Tom said. “And terrified. And he’s been both for so long that they feel like the same thing. He’s not sure how much longer he can keep up the façade before it comes crashing down.”

The older personality moved through him more subtly than the others. His posture became relaxed but watchful. His speech slowed. He checked the position of his phone before setting it face down.

Yet when he looked at his reflection in the window, pleasure returned. Tom touched the gray at his temples and smiled. “I still like this face and body…”

Don groaned. “Of course you do, and if I'm being honest from my new body yours is looking pretty good to me as well...but I'll never admit that again so soak it up.”

Tom laughed, now in the warm, slightly rough voice of a suburban father. “Sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry...”

With all four transformations complete, the four friends - now unrecognizable - sat around the same table like strangers wearing evidence of a friendship no one else could see.

Phil lounged in his blue henley, cigar smoke curling from one hand, his large body relaxed with newfound authority. Don sat beside him in his loose gray shirt, slim and young, visibly annoyed whenever Phil’s arm drifted too close. Ralph occupied the center like an aging patriarch who had been dragged reluctantly from bed after 10pm white beard resting against the red NAUGHTY lettering across his chest. Tom on the right in his red polo, smiling at a touch of his salt and pepper beard or a glimpse of his older hands whenever he thought no one was watching.

They returned to the card game. It was not the same. Phil became competitive and loud. He slapped winning hands onto the table and accused Don of bluffing in a Southern drawl that grew thicker as the night continued and he had more to drink.

Don insisted he was not bluffing, then folded whenever Phil stared at him too long out of sheer intimidation.

Ralph complained about the quality of the beer, the temperature, and the way young gay men today can’t tell Tina Turner from Janet Jackson.

Tom quietly won three rounds in a row - reluctant to draw attention to himself or to the conversation he began with a now younger man on his phone on GRINDR.

By midnight, the new personalities settled more deeply, and fragments of the other lives slipped into their conversation.

Phil described rebuilding an engine, then stopped when he realized he had never done it.

Don mentioned a roommate named Evan and could not remember whether Evan was real or imagined.

Ralph began telling a story about a great niece’s birthday before his voice broke.

Tom reached automatically for a wedding ring that was not on his finger.

At around one in the morning, the game ended without anyone declaring a winner. They remained around the table, surrounded by empty bottles, cards and phones.

As they prepared to depart for their own homes, to give themselves a few hours to "explore" their new situations, Don asked "What happens when we wake up?”

“We go back...in theory.” Ralph said.

“That’s not what I meant.”

No one answered immediately. Phil looked down at his huge hands.

“I think I’m gonna miss this, y'all.”

Don curled his cute twenty-two-year-old nose and gave Phil a tired smile, “I won’t.”

“Maybe we keep some of it," Tom said.

“The memories?” Ralph asked.

“The perspective.”

The next morning Tom woke with his cheek pressed against his pillow - and an unfamiliar young man in the bed next to him. Someone who messaged him thirstily on GRINDR before his friends headed home for the evening.

For several seconds, he did not move. Then he lifted his head and saw his own young hands. His red polo laid on the floor next to the bed. The gray had vanished from his hair. His face felt smooth. "Ugh, this is going to be fun to explain to him."

In the back of his mind Tom also felt a sense of satisfaction. He was able to follow through on an action his middle-aged married counterpart was always too afraid to carry out.

After a couple minutes reflecting on his predicament, Tom reached for his phone and saw a chain of messages from his friends on the experience from last night culminating in a message from Phil:

So ... Same time next month?

Next to the message were 2 thumbs up. Tom smirked and typed:

I can host.

[megaglatze84]

Cabin in the woods

[megaglatze84]

Ruined night?

[megaglatze84]

The stolen cigar

The Stolen Cigar

Mike had only meant to take one.

The wooden humidor sat open on the desk in his uncle’s study, its dark interior lined with rows of thick cigars. Mike had noticed it while looking for a phone charger and stopped almost immediately.

His uncle treated the box like a treasure chest.

Nobody else was supposed to touch it.

Especially not the cigars in the narrow compartment at the back, each one wrapped with a plain silver band instead of a brand label.

Mike lifted one and rolled it between his fingers.

It was heavier than he expected, dark and slightly oily beneath the afternoon light. The tobacco smelled of cedar, earth, and something faintly sweet.

He imagined the photograph he could take with it.

Shirtless in the garden. Cigar between his lips. Looking older, tougher, less like the twenty-three-year-old everyone still treated as a kid.

His uncle would never notice one missing.

Probably.

Mike slipped it into the pocket of his sweatpants and left the room.

Half an hour later, he stood at the edge of the woods behind the house, phone balanced against a tree. The setting was perfect: filtered sunlight, thick green leaves, and just enough smoke to make the picture look dramatic.

He clipped the cigar with a kitchen knife, lit it, and drew.

The first mouthful was awful.

Hot, bitter smoke flooded his mouth and slipped partly into his lungs. Mike coughed hard, bending forward with one hand against his thigh.

“Jesus.”

He almost threw it away.

Then he looked at the camera.

The cigar still looked good.

Mike straightened, placed one hand on his hip, and tried again. This time he kept the smoke in his mouth. The taste remained strong, but beneath the bitterness he found the sweetness he had smelled earlier.

He exhaled slowly.

Better.

Mike posed, took several photographs, and checked them on the screen.

He looked good. Lean and athletic, with dark hair styled messily across his forehead and a narrow waist above his olive sweatpants. The cigar added exactly what he had hoped for: confidence, maturity, a hint of danger.

He selected the best picture and uploaded it.

Borrowing the old man’s hobbies.

Mike smiled and raised the cigar again.

That was when his scalp began to itch.

He scratched above one ear without thinking. The sensation moved across the top of his head, spreading rapidly until every follicle seemed to tingle at once.

Mike frowned.

Probably smoke in his hair.

He took another draw.

The tingling became warmth.

His dark hair loosened at the roots.

A few strands drifted past his eyes.

Mike brushed them away, but more followed. They slid over his forehead and landed silently against his bare chest.

He stared at them.

“What the hell?”

His hand went to the top of his head.

Hair came away between his fingers.

Mike’s stomach dropped.

He rubbed again, harder, and an entire clump detached. Beneath it, his scalp felt perfectly smooth—not irritated or wounded, just suddenly bare.

“No. No, no.”

He turned toward the dark reflection in his phone screen.

His hairline was retreating before his eyes.

The thick fringe thinned, exposing more forehead. Hair vanished from his temples, then across the crown, dissolving so quickly that Mike could see the shape of his skull emerging beneath it.

He dropped the cigar from his mouth and caught it clumsily in one hand.

Within seconds, the last dark strands disappeared.

Mike stood completely bald.

He ran both palms across his head in panic. The skin was smooth and warm, without even the roughness of fresh stubble.

“This isn’t happening.”

The cigar glowed between his fingers.

Smoke curled around his face.

Mike should have dropped it.

Instead, stunned and breathless, he brought it back to his lips. Perhaps it was instinct. Perhaps he needed something to steady himself.

He drew deeply.

The smoke tasted sweeter now.

A pressure gathered behind his face.

Mike felt his cheeks shift beneath the skin. Fine lines appeared beside his eyes. His jaw widened and grew heavier. The youthful softness vanished from his expression as though invisible hands were sculpting years into him.

His shoulders broadened.

The muscles of his chest thickened, then settled lower and heavier. His arms grew larger, forearms becoming dense and mature rather than sharply defined. Dark hair spread over them in a quick ripple.

Mike watched his body change in disbelief.

He still looked strong.

But no longer young.

His phone camera showed a bald man perhaps fifteen years older than he had been, smoking with the calm posture of someone who had done it for decades.

Mike’s breathing quickened.

Then ink surfaced beneath his skin.

A dark shape appeared on his left shoulder, lines threading themselves together into an old-fashioned tattoo. More marks emerged across his upper arms and chest—heavy black designs, symbols, words, pictures that looked faded at the edges as though they had been there for years.

Mike rubbed at one.

It did not smear.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

His voice had changed.

It was deeper now, roughened by smoke and age.

The sound frightened him more than the tattoos.

He backed against a tree, but another wave of transformation passed through him before he could move farther.

His face prickled.

Dark stubble pushed from his jaw and cheeks. It thickened rapidly, spreading beneath his chin and around his mouth. Within moments it had become a full beard.

Mike grabbed it.

Coarse hair filled both hands.

The beard continued growing, dropping toward his chest while its color began changing. Black became charcoal. Charcoal became gray. Silver spread outward from his chin until the entire beard had turned a pale, striking white.

His eyebrows lightened too.

He stared at the phone again.

A bald, tattooed, silver-bearded stranger stared back.

Mike’s eyes remained his own, but even they looked older—more settled, less easily surprised.

The cigar rested naturally at the corner of his mouth.

That terrified him.

He removed it quickly.

“What did you put in this thing?”

The words were addressed to nobody.

The forest gave no answer.

His abdomen tightened.

For one hopeful moment, Mike thought the transformation might be reversing. Then the deep lines of his six-pack softened.

The hollows filled first. His sharply defined stomach became smooth and flat, then gently rounded. Mike pressed a hand against it as new weight gathered beneath his palm.

“No.”

His waist thickened.

The waistband of his sweatpants became snug.

His previously narrow torso broadened into the heavier shape of a middle-aged man. A trail of silver-flecked hair spread from his chest to his navel.

The small curve of his stomach continued pushing outward.

Mike sucked in.

It made no difference.

His belly swelled against his hand, becoming warm, substantial, and increasingly heavy. The growing weight altered his posture, drawing his lower back inward as his middle rounded forward.

His chest softened at the same time.

The muscle remained beneath it, but a layer of comfortable bulk settled over his pectorals. His body lost the carved precision he had worked so hard to maintain.

Mike stumbled toward the phone.

He wanted to stop recording.

He wanted to call someone.

Yet when he saw himself on the screen, he froze.

The man displayed there had become broad, hairy, tattooed, and unmistakably older. His pale beard covered most of his chest. His bald scalp gleamed softly beneath the trees.

And his stomach was still growing.

The curve pushed farther over the waistband, expanding from a modest gut into a heavy round belly. Mike spread both hands over it, unable to contain its widening surface.

His sweatpants slipped lower beneath the weight.

“Oh, fuck.”

The transformation surged.

His belly ballooned outward.

It became enormous, rolling forward until Mike could no longer see the drawstring beneath it. Its weight settled against his thighs when he shifted. His sides thickened, and his chest grew heavier above the great curve.

Mike groaned, legs spreading automatically to balance himself.

The cigar remained in his right hand.

He looked at it with horror.

Then at his new body.

The young athlete from the photographs had vanished completely. In his place stood a huge older bear of a man—bald, extravagantly bearded, covered in old tattoos, with a massive belly and the dense arms of someone who had once been powerful and had never entirely stopped.

Mike’s hand moved over the curve.

The gesture began as an examination.

It ended as a slow rub.

He hated how natural it felt.

The new belly had weight, warmth, presence. It shifted beneath his palm when he breathed. The sensation was foreign, yet his transformed body seemed to understand it perfectly.

A memory surfaced that was not his.

Sitting beside a fire with a cigar.

Laughing loudly.

A heavy meal.

Someone’s admiring hand resting against his stomach.

Mike shook his head, trying to dislodge it.

The stolen memories remained.

He looked at the cigar again.

Only half of it had burned.

A silver band encircled the tobacco.

Mike had not examined it closely before. Now he noticed tiny words engraved into its surface:

WHAT YOU STEAL, YOU INHERIT.

His mouth went dry.

The back door of the house opened in the distance.

Mike heard footsteps crossing the lawn.

His uncle appeared between the trees moments later.

He stopped when he saw Mike.

For several seconds, neither man spoke.

Mike stood shirtless beneath the leaves, one hand on his enormous belly and the stolen cigar held guiltily in the other.

His uncle looked at the cigar first.

Then at Mike’s bald head, white beard, tattoos, and transformed body.

A smile slowly appeared.

“You found the silver band.”

Mike’s voice shook. “Change me back.”

His uncle approached without hurry.

“I told you never to touch the humidor.”

“You never told me this would happen!”

“I didn’t think you were stupid enough to steal from it.”

Mike glared at him, but the expression looked more stern than frightened beneath the huge beard.

His uncle reached for the cigar.

Mike pulled it away instinctively.

The older man noticed.

“So,” he said, “you’re not quite ready to give it up.”

Mike looked down at his hand.

He had protected it without thinking.

The realization disturbed him.

“What happens when it burns out?”

His uncle studied him.

“That depends.”

“On what?”

“Whether you finish it willingly.”

Mike stared at the glowing tip.

“And if I put it out?”

“The transformation stops where it is.”

Mike looked over his new body.

Stopped.

Not reversed.

His uncle continued, “If you finish it, the body settles. It becomes yours completely. No confusion. No borrowed instincts. No fighting yourself every time you look in the mirror.”

“And I stay like this?”

“Yes.”

Mike’s hand tightened around the cigar.

“That’s insane.”

“Perhaps.”

His uncle stepped closer and placed one palm against Mike’s huge stomach, testing its weight with an almost paternal familiarity.

Mike flinched but did not move away.

“You stole an inheritance,” the older man said. “The cigar belonged to a man who knew exactly what he wanted to become. It seems you were a suitable replacement.”

Mike swallowed.

He thought of the photo he had uploaded.

The confident pose.

The attempt to look older.

The private fantasies he had never admitted: thick men, hairy men, silver beards, bald heads, bodies that occupied space without apology.

He had wanted to resemble them someday.

Not today.

Not this completely.

Yet the stranger in the phone camera no longer looked entirely strange.

Mike lifted the cigar.

His uncle said nothing.

The tobacco touched the silver of his beard.

Mike drew.

Smoke filled his mouth, rich and warm. He exhaled slowly through his nose.

His panic did not disappear.

But the body beneath it seemed to relax.

His shoulders lowered. His stance widened comfortably. One hand settled on his hip while the other held the cigar with practiced ease.

The great belly remained proudly forward between them.

Mike looked at his uncle.

“I hate you.”

His uncle laughed.

Mike felt the sound resonate in his own chest, as though his new body wanted to join in.

A reluctant smile moved beneath the white moustache.

He took another draw.

The stolen cigar burned lower.

And this time, Mike did not pretend it had happened by accident.

[immortalmrwavell]

What’s Ours Is Theirs

“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

———

Months Prior…

The Archosians were a very curious species known for sticking their noses where, quite honestly, they didn't belong. Originating from their home planet Archolm-Rem, they’ve spread themselves out across the galaxy thanks to their advanced space tech. They were far more technologically evolved than any other species in the known universe. It was all thanks to their insatiable appetite for both knowledge and advancement. A crusade in which their home world suffered the consequences of. It was stripped bare of all its natural resources until the Archosians were forced to leave in droves.

Nowadays fleets of Archosian ships wander the universe scouting out other planets. Most of these planets they attempted to colonise for the sake of creating new homes for themselves while some planets they used purely to strip resources from. But none of these planets they came across were as perfect as Archolm-Rem had once been in its prime. It’d been a gorgeous blue pearl of a planet rich with life before their species had ruined it. And since abandoning it, no other planet had come close to its natural beauty. All just hideous rocks and gas clouds good for nothing but temporary refuge and resources. That is until one fleet, led by commander Veildorm, discovered a quaint little world sat in the solar system that orbited YellowSun-68Y9.

It was beautiful. In many ways this world was the spitting image of Archolm-Rem. Vast shimmering oceans surrounding land that, upon inspection, was bustling with life. Such a mass variety of biomes such lush green forests, sandy deserts, snowy tundras and stunning mountain scapes. And it wasn’t just rich with plant life, but animal life as well. All serving to cultivate a balanced ecosystem that helped to sustain the natural order.

With one exception.

As Veildorm’s fleet spied on this little gem of a planet from the other side of the solar system, they very quickly deduced who the dominant species were. They were bipedal simion-like creatures that’d evolved to have what appeared to be high levels of intellect. Not as high as Archosians but still impressive nonetheless. Enough so that they managed to come out on top despite there being so many bigger and stronger predators on their world. Upon further surveillance Veildorm’s crew was able to deduce that these creatures called themselves Humans and that they’d named their planet ‘Earth’. And in many ways they seemed similar to the Archosians in their own much slower but still determined efforts to further themselves and their technology. As such it was clear they were making the same mistake the Archosians did. Slowly ruining their planet with little regard. All for the sake of what they likely deemed to be necessary progress.

Unlike Humans, The Archosians had learned from their mistakes. As such, when Commander Veildorm reported back to the council about their findings in regards to Planet Earth, a decision was soon made. They would continue to use the other planets they’d conquered as colonies and wells of resources but Earth would become their new Motherworld. And this time they plan to preserve and respect it the way they should’ve done with Archolm-Rem. The way Humans likely never will.

But they couldn’t just launch a full scale invasion. Something like that would defeat the point. The Archosians would surely win but there’s a high possibility they’d end up decimating a huge portion of the planet in the process. That simply wouldn’t do. So instead the high council ordered Commander Veildorm to stay covert for now and to continue monitoring Planet Earth so that they can learn as much as they can before deciding on their next move.

And so they did for many months. Always remaining a safe distance away from the planet to avoid detection. But from so far away, there was only so much they could do. Visuals weren’t always the best and any picking up radio waves from this far away only yielded crackling half conversations at best. At this rate getting any real intel would take forever and Veildorm was getting impatient. He’d been ordered by the high council to abstain from any kind of contact with earth until their say-so but he just couldn’t sit on his hands anymore. Not when he’d already come up with a plan to streamline the gathering of intel.

And so Veildorm took matters into his own hands when he ordered some of his crew to take a dozen small shuttles directly to Earth. It only took them a few days to reach the planet and once they closed in, the invaders deployed anti-detection fields around their ships to prevent them from being picked up by any earthly radars. It wouldn’t have worked for the bigger fleet ships but the shuttles were just small enough that they were able to enter Earth’s atmosphere undetected. Once they made it just above the clouds, the squad of twelve split up in different directions across the globe.

Their mission was a simple one. Abduct a variety of humans and bring them back to the fleet for testing and extraction of information. They were to complete this mission as swiftly and covertly as possible to avoid any and all detection. It was risky but the rewards would be significant. That’s why Veildorm assigned his best pilots to the job.

Each shuttle scouted out quiet and more remote areas in search of lone humans to snatch up and sedate. They all had enough space to carry ten humans on board making for a total of one hundred and twenty human subjects to be whisked away and shoved under an eager microscope by Veildorm and his crew. There were a few close calls but the mission was a success. An example being how one man had witnessed his older brother being taken and as such he was quickly abducted too. And similarly a big burly farmer had almost saved his wife from being vacuumed up only for them both to get taken instead. Despite that though, the team was in the clear. Soon enough they regrouped to begin the ascent back up into the stars and towards the hidden fleet across the solar system with ten dozen humans in tow.

When they returned a few days later, the humans were unloaded from the shuttles and onto the flagship where Commander Veildorm watched with a smirk. He was elated to finally see some humans up close after spying on them for so long. Each of them strapped into a hovering transport cart as they were split up into different groups. Each group was taken to different facilities around the ship so they could undergo different forms of testing.

Group A was made of eight humans, four of each sex. Groups B, C, D and E all had twenty five humans each. And finally Group F contained twelve humans of equal sex.

Group A were the unfortunate souls that were sent to be dissected for the purpose of learning about the human anatomy and the inner workings of both male and female bodies. Luckily they were only the smallest group. The rest of the humans suffered far less cruel fates by comparison. Not that they knew that.

Groups B and C for example were used for the purpose of extracting information. B was interrogated the traditional way. Being told to give up any and all information they had about Earth from the tiniest details about their personal lives to anything they knew about the wider world and the rest of the human race. Not much encouragement was needed beyond the promise that they’d be returned home safely if they cooperated. Of course that promise was completely hollow but the poor human subjects didn’t need to know that. On the other hand, Group C was taken for a much more unorthodox method of extracting information. It entailed getting hooked up to some very advanced technology that would scan their brains in an attempt to artificially pull information out of their memory banks. It wasn’t completely accurate and certainly couldn’t pull out everything but it was good at snatching little nuggets of information that ordinary interrogation methods might not have dug up.

Then there were the reactionary groups, D and E. Both were being monitored on their reactions to external stimuli to see how humans operate under different circumstances. One of those groups was subjected to things that were more abstract like sounds, images, smells and such like. Meanwhile the other group was given more direct and physical tasks to complete like puzzles or exercise. All these humans were fitted with devices to monitor their bodily activity to see what kinds of chemical reactions arose throughout each experience and interaction. They learned a lot about the inner workings of human brains from these groups.

Lastly there was Group F. This group was strapped down and surrounded by Archosian scientists who were more than eager to poke and prod curiously at their human forms. They went through just about everything that a conspiracy theorist might expect after being abducted by aliens. Having their body parts squeezed and pinched at. Having small hairs plucked and blood samples drawn for additional testing. Being injected with all kinds of compounds with antidotes on standby as they tested human immune responses. Making notes on all the major differences between the males and females. Namely their muscle and bone structure and how the males on average seemed to be hairier and ape-like whereas the females were typically smaller and capable of producing milk for their offspring. Not to mention their reproductive organs which were particularly interesting to the Archosians. After all they were a species of a singular sex, capable of reproducing asexually. Hence they couldn’t help finding the concept of differing sexual organs to be particularly intriguing. Especially with how those organs seemed to respond when stimulated. It was fascinating.

———

Commander Veildorm had overseen all of the experiments. He’d watch either from behind surveillance cameras or by venturing around each facility so he could inspect each group in person. The Humans were being sustained via nutrient and calorie dense fluids designed with each individual Human in mind. They were also given optimal exercise so they could maintain whatever physical condition they were in upon arrival, no matter how big or small they were.

It was fascinating getting to observe them. They looked so different with their soft skin and flat faces as opposed to the tough scales and longer snouts the Archosians possessed. All that hair. Only two arms and legs. They were built so unlike the aliens that’d abducted them and yet Veildorm couldn’t help seeing a certain elegance to the human form. It was so simple and symmetrical. So satisfying in its curves and ridges across various shapes. No matter whether they were Fit or Fat. Hairy or Not. Male or Female. Veildorm found beauty in them all that quite honestly matched the beauty of their home planet. And many of the Archosians aboard his fleet, scientists in particular, were also starting to share his views.

In truth though, Veildorm had taken a particular liking to the male humans. He was fond of their sharper features and bulkier forms in comparison to their female counterparts. There was something so raw about them that mixed rather curiously with their high intellect. It almost didn’t make sense for such intelligent creatures to have such a primal way about them. Whether it be in their looks or the way they conducted themselves in their society. “Fascinating…” Veildorm would mumble to himself quite frequently whenever he observed studies of or read through the finding in regards to the male humans. The females were interesting too in their own ways but the males just sparked something in the Commander that always seemed to hold his attention.

Cocks. They were such amusing things. Tantalising even. Just like the rest of the body, they could come in all shapes and sizes. Some long, some girthy. Some straight, some curved. But one thing they all shared was how the pleasure centres in the male brain all seemed to light up like burning stars whenever the cocks were stimulated. And no matter how much the males protested against it, if their cocks were stimulated enough they would start to grow. Rising from their usually soft state to stiff and sometimes intimidating length, bucking eagerly whether they wanted it or not. Veildorm soon discovered that the human term for this was an ‘erection’. He was enamoured by the concept. Human males being capable of growing their sex organs was unlike anything in Archosian biology. And if the stimulation continued while the cock was erect, they would inevitably be forced to ejaculate a milky white fluid. Yet another act they couldn’t control much like the erection itself and one that seemed to cause even more immense pleasure. So much so that most males would briefly devolve into deep groans and roars as they unwillingly unloaded their seed. Apparently this was called an orgasm. Something both sexes seemed to experience but in slightly different ways.

“P-please… stop. No more… no more…” One of the males had begged while Veildorm was in the room watching as he was being milked over and over. His cock had been stimulated endlessly for about twenty four hours in an experiment to see if there was any limit to the amount of semen a human male could produce. It was the burly farmer who’d tried to save his wife from abduction. He might’ve seemed intimidating had not been bound and reduced to a squirming mess begging for relief. It was amazing how sensitivity of the penis seemed to spike to an almost painful degree upon prolonged stimulation after the initial orgasm. And as the bearish man was forced to produce more of his seed, it was collected into containers alongside the other males for further research just like all the other various DNA samples.

“Sir. Upon examination it would appear that the unique gland male humans have inside their rectum can act as an alternative means of producing an orgasm. They call it a prostate. We believe that with enough stimulation, this gland can quickly cause an erection and make them produce semen without the need to touch their penis.” One of the scientists had explained to Veildorm after comparing notes from the scientists working with the other groups. “Do you want us to test the theory on a few of them?”

Veildorm’s three bright yellow eyes scanned the poor human men who looked oh so broken and defeated. Then eventually returning his gaze to the scientists. “You may proceed but on the condition that I decide which of them you are to test this experiment with.”

The scientists nodded. “Of course Commander.”

Of all the men that’d been abducted, there was one in particular that had caught Veildorm’s attention from the moment they arrived on the ship. He was a male in the prime of his life, mature but not yet burdened by the slow decay of aging. He seemed to have the most splendid muscle to fat ratio, granting him a large and powerful physique that was as aesthetically pleasing as it was impressive. He almost seemed like he was more evolved than all the other males with how he’d managed to increase his muscle mass far beyond the average. It gave him this air of superiority even if not intentional. And to add to that he had a very healthy amount of body and facial hair that seemed to decorate his form in a way that only exuded more dominance. The cherry on top being his well endowed penis which, according to research, was a highly valued attribute amongst males. That alongside his physical strength made him quite the alpha amongst his species.

“This one. 109. Kenneth Barnes.” Veildorm announced while running a finger down the hulking man’s fuzzy pecs and along his abs. “He’s strong. As such I’m very curious to see how he reacts under the probe.”

One of the scientists nodded again. “Subject 109 AKA Kenneth Barnes. He’ll be added to the list immediately sir.”

Veildorm bit his long snake-like tongue in anticipation. Kenneth Barnes. That earthly name had been seared into his memory. It was no wonder with how often he checked that hunk’s record to see any and all updates on him no matter how small. He’d already given explicit orders for his scientists to be extra attentive with Subject 109 for how luxurious of a human he was. Like gold amongst silver. As such Veildorm didn’t pay much mind to the other two men he chose for the experiment. At this point there was only one human he truly cared about.

———

“NO! DON'T YOU FUCKUNG DARE! GET THAT THING AWAY FROM MY ASS! DON’T YO-UUURRRAAHHHHHHGH!!” Kenneth wailed as a girthy, almost penile, probe was speared into his tight virgin ass. Bypassing his thick muscular glutes that’d been parted by the forceful spreading of his legs, making it easy for the well lubed device to plunge deep inside his hole. His entire body tensed up as he fought with all his strength against the restraints to no avail. All while a symphony of desperate pained howls escaped his bearded lips as the probe began pumping generously in and out of his hole.

At first Veildorm couldn’t help but find it puzzling as to why Kenneth and the other two selected men were so terrified by the probe. He didn’t think it was much different from having their cocks stimulated. And yet they were far more hysterical than ever before. However one of the scientists soon explained to the Commander that this strong aversion to anal stimulation was very much a cultural thing amongst heterosexual males. Most considered to be shameful and what they called ‘emasculating’ and was only something that homosexual males typically partook in. As such, having them undergo an experiment like that was likely an enormous blow to their pride and ego. Two things that human males took in high regard.

“G-GETUUH… IT-T… OUUUTTAAHUU…” Kenneth gasped through roars and wails of anguish. His hole being forcibly stretched as the probe pounded against his prostate. His face twisting with pained disgust as he tried his hardest to fight against his body’s natural response to it. But no matter how hard he fought, he couldn’t stop his cock from stiffening to full length at the unwanted pleasure of his prostate being tapped over and over. It wasn’t long before he was leaking shamefully like a broken faucet. Pre-cum dripping in heavy globs from the tip of his penis and into a collection vat below. Just like the other two men beside him.

Before long all three of them were shooting load after load like helpless cum cows. Forced to endure some of the most powerful orgasms to have ever ripped through their bodies. And it was torture. All the other subjects from their group could only watch and listen in horror from the other end of the facility. All sympathetic towards the trio while simultaneously thankful that they themselves had escaped such a fate.

“How interesting that they would view something like this as shameful.” Veildorm had commented while keeping his eyes firmly planted on Kenneth. Watching at that broad hairy and now very sweaty chest rose and fell with every shaky breath. “On one hand the males view being able to produce lots of potent ejaculate as something to be proud of. And yet when faced with stimulation of the prostate to improve that production, they fight tooth and claw against it. Human psychology is so strange.”

Veildorm watched tentatively, going as far as to circle around Kenneth multiple times like a predator circling its prey. Watching the way the probe slid in between his colossal hairy cheeks. Observing how his penis jolted and swooned at each slam against his prostate. Scanning the way his thick muscles bulged and tightened with every unwanted orgasm seconds before another load of cum came flooding out. Ahhh cum. Just another human way of saying semen or ejaculate. Just like all the different words they had for penis. Veildorm found it amusing how humans had so many ways of saying the same thing.

“GAHHHUUHHHUUHH!” Kenneth howled through teary eyes as Veildorm personally increased the speed and aggression of his probe in particular. The wet sloshing sound of the lubricated device ravaging his hole only grew louder as Kenneth lost the ability to form words. Only being able to beg with his eyes. Eyes that’d once been so full of disobedience and a strong masculine will to fight back against his captors. But that fire had been extinguished, leaving behind a broken man.

And yet Veildorm remained fixated on Kenneth. So much so that even the scientists had begun to pick up on their Commander's special interest towards subject 109. There was just something so majestic about this alpha male form that Veildorm was becoming more and more obsessed with through every experiment. Even now as he watched a broken Kenneth wailing and groaning like an animal, he couldn’t help finding him rather beautiful to look at.

Veildorm had even begun to feel similarly towards most of the humans. Despite how different they were from Archosians in the physical appearance, he’d begun to develop an odd form of attraction towards them. The more he looked at them, the more he saw their elegance. Of course they weren’t flawless but those tiny imperfections each of them carried only made them more fascinating. And none of them were more elegant or fascinating than Kenneth. At least in Veildorm’s eyes. His attraction wasn’t sexual though. That wasn’t something Archosians experienced due to their asexual nature. It was more… aesthetic. He could see the appeal of it all. That combined with the intrigue he’d acquired for human psychology. Though he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t become incredibly curious as to what human sexuality must’ve felt like. Especially with how much pleasure those sexual organs seemed to bring…

“Keep them on the probes for a few more hours while you continue experiments with the others.” Veildorm had ordered. “After that, document all your findings on their changes in their mental and physical state.”

The scientists took heed of their Commander’s instructions as Veildorm turned to leave the Group F chamber. He still had to check up in person on the progress being made with the other Groups yet. Then he could return to his quarters where he’d continue to watch from the cameras. As he approached the door however, he turned and took one last look at Kenneth. Sprawled out. Huge hairy body on display. What a handsome creature that human was.

———

“We gave you a direct order NOT to engage with the planet or its inhabitants.” The voice of a member from the high council crackled over the monitor. “You were supposed to sit and observe. Nothing more. Why have you disobeyed us Commander?!”

Veildorm chewed the inside of his cheek. Somehow word of his operation had gotten back to the rest of the Archosians beyond his fleet. Someone aboard his ships must’ve snitched. He’d have to deal with that later.

“We were hardly gathering any kind of intel by observing. We would’ve been wasting so much time and resources had we continued to sit on our hands. So I made a professional call as the Commander of this fleet.” Veildorm explained while attempting to remain respectful of his superiors. “And it has paid off tremendously. Surely you must see that? My forces weren’t detected when gathering humans from the planet and now look at everything we’ve learned about them. The results speak for themselves!”

The council couldn’t deny Veildorm’s successes in this operation but they reprimanded him nonetheless. “Even so, the people of their world are bound to notice over a hundred of their kind going missing. That alone could put them on guard and make a takeover of their planet much more difficult. Have you even considered that factor?”

“I have.” Veildorm responded. Though in truth it was something he’d only considered after the fact but still. “And I have the perfect solution.”

“And what might that be Commander?” Another council member asked.

Veildorm smiled confidently. “My crew and I have been working tirelessly to perfect a procedure that’ll allow us to send the humans back to earth without any worries that they’ll tell the rest of their kind about us. And better yet, they’ll report to us.”

“And how do you figure that?”

“Because the Humans will be us. Archosian brains in Human bodies!”

It was a project that’d been in the works since the day after the abducted humans arrived on the fleet. Some of the greatest minds Veildorm had aboard his ship had been assigned to it as they gathered research from all the different groups. Accumulating all that knowledge into figuring out exactly how the Human brain worked to control the rest of the body. Then comparing it to how the Archosian brain worked in order to find some way of making Archosian brains compatible with Human bodies. It wasn’t an easy task in the slightest considering how different the two species were physically but the project had made some very encouraging progress. It required a lot of modifications needing to be made to the Archosian brain but it was most certainly possible.

“Fine.” Another council member had grunted after listening to Veildorm’s explanation of the project. “You may proceed. But if this plan costs us what could be our new home world, you will be held accountable Commander. Is that clear?”

Veildorm nodded slowly. “Yes. I understand. Thank you.”

And with that, the transmission ended.

———

It was only a few weeks later that the first real transplant had been a success. One brave crew member had volunteered to be put inside the body of a skinny but rather hairy human male who’d been abducted from his camping site in the woods. Subject 34 from Group C AKA Sam Beckket.

When the Volunteer woke up he struggled to adjust at first. Even though his own brain had been augmented to work inside the human body, it wouldn’t have made the experience any less disorienting. He clearly struggled with the reduced amount of limbs and a massively different centre of gravity. Walking wasn’t easy for him at first but he steadied himself eventually and was just about able to stand on his own.

Veildorm was in the room as he awoke. He wanted to witness this with his own eyes rather than through a camera lense. And needless to say he was impressed by the results.

“How does it feel to have the body of a human?” Veildorm would eventually ask once the alien inhabiting the body of Sam Beckket had some time to adjust.

“It feels… tingly. Somewhat feeble but also durable at the same time… somehow.” He was still getting used to the sound of his new voice too. “And also… fizzy? Like there’s this innate energy about it. I can hardly describe it. It’s like I’m sitting in limbo between being an intelligent creature and a primitive animal.” He flexed his fingers slightly before running them down the furry expanse of his flat male chest. “It feels nice. Very fluid and malleable. And sensitive…” He trailed off as his fingers started to slide southward towards his new genitals.

Veildorm watched with wonder as one of his crew began to experience human sexual pleasure for the very first time. Touching his new penis as it slowly began to grow stiff and large while explaining to the scientists around him the exact sensations he was experiencing as he stroked it. He was right. It seemed primitive for one of his own men to have so quickly succumbed to the urges of the Human body. But at the same time it seemed so freeing. The way he smiled and groaned as he touched himself. Not just his cock but his whole body. As if every nerve created some sense of wicked pleasure that only drew him closer to a level of ecstasy the Archosians had never known. No wonder he wasn’t able to stop himself before shooting a load of Human semen all over the floor in front of him.

“Safe to say there hasn’t been any complications then?” Veildorm asked one of the scientists as the man who was once Sam Beckket collapsed onto the chair behind him in euphoric exhaustion. Hands still roaming across his new Human face and experimenting with the sensitivity of his male nipples.

“Not that we can tell. We’ll need to monitor him closely for the next twenty four hours of course but I think it’s safe to say the project has been a success.” The scientists confirmed.

Veildorm nodded proudly. “Perfect. Let me know if anything comes up. Otherwise start making plans for the rest of the Humans and make sure their bodies are suitable for the procedure. Meanwhile I can start drafting in some crew members to become Humans like our friend Sam here.”

The new Sam only grinned dumbly, drunk on his human body. If a skinny male form like that could feel so wonderful, Veildorm could only imagine how divine a form like Kenneth’s might feel. The crew member who ended up with that body would be a lucky soul indeed he thought to himself. Yes. Lucky… very lucky indeed… hmmm…

———

“Suppose I’ve got no choice.” Veildorm muttered to himself in the solitude of his quarters. “I’ll have to add myself.

He’d been going over the plans for the next step in his scheme to take over Earth. Standing before a spread of plans and research as he buffed out the kinks in his operation based on the intel gathered from the humans. And just as he’d been finishing off his list of crew members to be placed inside each viable Human host, there was one slot he’d left blank. The slot for Subject 109. Kenneth.

Veildorm had written down a multitude of crew names next to Subject 109 but everything he found himself erasing the name. He told himself that he needed to find a crew member that was truly worthy of a deluxe human vessel. Reasoning that they’d need to have a particularly strong will and natural dominant streak to be able to handle such a body. He’d run through the names of everyone aboard his fleet but none of them seemed to make the cut for the imaginary standards Veildorm had created. Nobody except for one of course.

Himself.

Of course nobody was meeting the criteria he’d set for Subject 109 because the criteria was practically a self portrait. A leader. Intelligent, strong and capable. Has a strong spirit and sense of reason. Someone who commands respect and gives it in return. Perhaps it was a little pompous of him to believe he had all these traits and more in droves but then again… wouldn’t a Human alpha male also be a little pompous? It was a perfect fit right? And in which case, wouldn’t Veildorm be doing Kenneth a great disservice by putting someone less deserving in a body like his. Surely it was only right for Veildorm to take on that responsibility himself to make sure that glorious form ended up in the right hands. His.

Veildorm had to stop himself from salivating as he scribbled his name down next to Subject 109. Immediately after he took a long deep breath as he stared down at the completed list. For a brief moment he considered erasing his name like he had all the others next to Subject 109. But he didn’t. He couldn’t. How could he possibly let that body go to anyone but himself? Not after all the special attention he’d given to Kenneth across the time he and the other Humans had spent here. All those visits. All the times he’d run his three scaly hands over those hairy pecs. All the times he’d cupped that sharp and oddly alluring human face. No. It had to be Veildorm. It wouldn’t be right for anyone else to take that spot.

He tried to convince himself that the intense pounding in his chest was simply due to his anticipation. He wasn't being selfish. Not at all. He was sacrificing his Archosian body so that he could take on the burden of that gorgeous hunk of Human meat. All for the sake of his people. What could be more selfless than that?

Soon after Veildorm handed off the paperwork to his assistant Garlund who’d been standing just outside the room. He was a timid little thing who was usually good for nothing but running errands for the Commander. As such he didn’t waste any time rushing out of the room with said paperwork so it could be handed off to the team who was handling the transplant procedures.

And as he stood alone in his quarters knowing that his decision was now locked in, that pounding in his chest had evolved into a warm buzz that spread through his entire body. Archosians could not feel arousal the way Humans did but if they could, Veildorm had to imagine it wasn’t far from the excitement he was feeling now.

———

Another week passed since Veildorm signed himself up for the program. In that time many more successful transplants had been performed and there had yet to be a single failure. Both Male and Female humans had made for perfect hosts. Each having their original brains removed and replaced flawlessly with that of an Archosian. Only three of the Humans had been deemed incompatible due to chronic illnesses which made for a total of eleven when combined with the unfortunate Group A. Still that left one hundred and nine Humans who were perfectly eligible for takeover. And by now, fifty-five of those had already been converted as former Archosians acclimated to their new Human shells. Another five were currently in the process of being converted. That left only forty-nine humans who by now dreaded whatever their fate entailed. Not that they could do anything to stop it.

And amongst those forty nine sat Kenneth. Held in a suffocating suspense like the rest of the remaining Humans. Not currently strapped down to any testing tables or chairs but simply cuffed and left to sit in a desolate room until he was inevitably taken away for his ‘treatment’. Usually they were taken in batches of five and seemingly at random. The scientists came in the room one every day or two to collect the next set. They didn’t know exactly what was going to happen to them. All they did know was that all who were taken didn’t return. Except for one. The first man. The one who’d been taken all on his own. Sam Beckket.

Just over a week after poor Sam had been taken away for the first trial procedure. He was escorted back to the processing unit where the rest of the humans were still waiting. At first they were relieved to see Sam alive, believing there might be a chance they’ll survive whatever was going to happen to them. At first the only difference was that his head had been shaved. What was really odd however was the fact that he was no longer in cuffs or restraints.

It soon became clear that something had changed about Sam. They had no idea what at the time but he was acting weird. When he spoke it was like he was still trying to get all the syllables in each word correct. And the way he moved was almost uncanny. And during the hour he was left alone with the other humans, he asked them all kinds of strange questions with a look in his eyes that no longer seemed human. Almost like he was an offshoot of the Sam that a few of them had gotten to know over the time they’d been here. A doppelgänger. Something that only became more apparent when he’d started talking about how good it feels to be human while not elaborating on exactly what he meant.

“There is no need to worry my fellow Humans.” Sam would tell them. “We’ve all been chosen to be part of something so much greater.” He continued on. If the remaining humans didn’t know any better, they’d say Sam had been brainwashed. Especially with how he glorified the Archosians that stole them from their home as this all knowing race that’d come to save their planet. “Earth and Humanity will be so much better off in their hands.”

Once ‘Sam’s’ hour was up, some Archosians guards re-entered the room to collect him. No barking orders. No dragging or handcuffing. Simply treating Sam as if he was one of their own. Leaving the humans to only wonder what kind of fate had befallen him and soon them.

Only seconds after the one who called himself Sam had been escorted from the room. The door opened up again. Only this time it was the Commander of this fleet. Veildorm himself. He’d never actually proclaimed his rank before the Humans but most could tell that he was the one in charge simply by the unique uniform he wore and the way all the other Archosians seemed to bend around him.

Veildorm walked along the line of Humans. Eyeing each and every one of them while saying a single word. He paced back and forth a few times over, nice and slowly to really make them squirm. Only to finally stop on his seventh repetition right in front of his favourite subject. Dear old Kenneth.

Still silent, Veildorm kneeled down and stared closer at Kenneth. His three eyes locked with the Human’s two. Surprisingly enough however, Kenneth was the one to finally break the devastating silence that’d been sucking the oxygen from the air.

“What the hell do you want from us?” He asked sternly, trying to hold onto what little semblance of bravery he had left. Impressive considering all he’d been through. “What the hell do you want from me?” He specified.

Veildorm reached out and stroked a scaly six fingered hand against Kenneth’s bearded face. Flashing a toothy grin at the oh so handsome Human before him. “Everything.” Was all he said. A simple response that somehow managed to convey everything while explaining nothing. And with that response, Veildorm stood properly once again. He took one last look at Kenneth before turning on his heel towards the exit.

“Not long now.” Were the last words Veildorm muttered before leaving the Humans alone yet again.

———

It was only a few days after that when Veildorm found himself lying flat on an operating table. A needle plunged into one of his veins as the good doctors around him began to flood his system with a sedative. During which they reassured him they would take the utmost care with him and his selected Human vessel to assure no complications arose. Hearing that was enough to allow Veildorm to relax into the effects of the sedation as his eyes began to grow heavy.

Just before he slipped under, the last thing he thought about was Kenneth. His mind fogged up with the image of that oddly alluring Human form of his that Veildorm had been obsessed with. He pictured that heavy hairy chest and those broad thighs. Those powerful glutes and bulging arms. And that adorably handsome face. And to think that when he awoke… that would all belong to him. It almost didn’t seem real. But until reality could prove it, he’d slip away into blissful unconsciousness.

Once he was out, the scientists and doctors began their work. Carefully opening up Veildorm’s Archosian skull until his brain was exposed and ready for the taking. They gently removed it from its previous home, leaving Veildorm’s original body an empty husk while his Brain was transported across the OR.

Then came phase two. They couldn’t just cut out an Archosian brain and stuff it into a Human head. The two wouldn’t be compatible. Not naturally anyway. So some augmentation was in order. Some of the best surgical hands Veildorm had aboard his fleet worked tirelessly to remould certain parts of his disembodied brain matter. A few parts were even removed entirely while some new artificial pieces were added in. They had to be careful as to not damage anything along the way or it could risk leaving the Commander with an assortment of permanent mental injuries. Luckily they hadn’t made a mistake yet on any of their previous procedures and with all the practice, they were even less likely to do so now.

The modifications took the longest to complete because of how delicate of a process it was. Even when compared to safely removing a brain. But after a solid thirty seven hours of continuous surgery with doctors swapping in and out on shifts, Veildorm’s brain was finally ready and compatible with the Human body. As such it was left in a large preservative tube while the doctors moved onto phase three.

Inside the chamber where most of the remaining Humans were now being held, Kenneth thrashed about as three crew members tried to restrain him. They’d been sent to collect him at the request of the doctors. There was only so much of a fight he could put up while cuffed and naked. Thus, his efforts were in vain. The rest of the Humans could only watch in horror as the strongest of them was dragged away into the unknown, leaving them to sit knowing that sooner or later it would be their turn.

Kenneth was sedated soon after being strapped down to an operating table. As soon as he was out, they began by shaving his head completely bald. After which his skull was carefully cut open to reveal his Human brain sitting inside, pulsing gently. The doctors and scientists got to work surgically removing Kenneth’s brain from his body. Serving its connections to the body with great care. And once it was out, they placed it inside a jar of preservative fluid for safe keeping alongside all the other Human brains. And that’s where it would stay. After that his body was vacant with space for a new brain to move in.

Only after all the necessary preparations had been made did the fourth and final phase of the transplant get underway. It was the most important one of all. The tube-like canister containing Veildorm’s augmented brain was wheeled beside the operating table where Kenneth’s body lay. After one final check to make sure everything was in working order, tools, body and brain, they got to work one last time on former Subject 109.

Veildorm’s brain was lifted gently from its canister. The inside of Kenneth’s skull was ready to receive it. The surgeons lowered their Commander’s elegant brain inside and began connecting it to its new and equally elegant Human body. Reattaching nerve endings. Connecting blood flow. Wiring everything up nice and neat. And though it’s not as simple as it might sound, the skilled doctors were able to perform the final phase of the surgery with flawless accuracy. It wasn’t long before Veildorm’s brain was pulsing in rhythm with Kenneth’s Human heart. His Human heart.

Once they were sure everything was in working order, the surgery was concluded by reattaching the top of Kenneth’s skull to his head. The scar where it’d been opened healed over within an hour thanks to the advanced medical tech Archosians had developed. There was hardly any trace at all that his head had been cut into, nor that his brain had been replaced with a far superior one.

———

The first thing Veildorm saw when he regained consciousness was the bright overhead lights of the examination room. He struggled to open his eyes as they fought to adjust. And yet even as his vision began to acclimate to the light, a profound sense of vertigo washed over him. It was as though he was laid against a spinning turn table that caused the ceiling above him to twist in and out of focus. As such he found himself squeezing his eyes shut again with a low groan. But even that felt wrong as it felt like only two of his three eyes responded. Yet his vision still went black behind his eyelids. Had one of his eyes gone blind? Surely not. He would still feel it wouldn’t he?

“Try not to move too much sir.” A voice said, somewhere on his right. He recognised it as the voice of one of his lead Scientists. “Your waking mind is still acclimating. It’ll take a bit of time before you fully adjust.”

“H-huh? Wha-?” Veildorm grumbled, only half comprehending the words. “Adjust? I don’t…” He trailed off as his mind struggled to piece together what was happening. It was as though a thick haze had settled over his thoughts.

“You’re going to feel foggy for a few minutes but your memories will return shortly. Your brain is just figuring out how to reboot in its new state.” The voice said again.

Veildorm didn’t respond. He just made another whirring noise as he tried his utmost to gather his thoughts. He dug through the dense mist that’d settled over his mind in search of answers. Little pieces came slowly. He remembered the planet Earth. How it’d looked so similar to his homeworld Archolm-Rem. He remembered celebrating with his crew at having discovered such a gem. And then those celebrations turned to long distance spying of the planet as they learned of its inhabitants…

Humans.

Before he could dig any deeper, Veildorm began to gain a deeper sense of his own body. And right away he knew that something was off. Though it was hard to put his finger on it while his eyes were still squeezed shut, he knew something was different. For a start he could only feel the faint buzz of pins and needles in two arms rather than three. Just like with his eyes, it was as though one of his arms had vanished somehow. As if it’d been amputated. Yet at the same time he didn’t feel as though anything was missing even if all logic dictated the opposite. Same went for the legs. He could only sense two. And on top of it all, he felt so squishy? Fleshy? As if he’d somehow shed his tough scaly exterior to reveal something supple underneath. Not to mention the strange weight between his legs that he couldn’t even begin to explain…

After a few long moments, Veildorm slowly opened his eyes again in a squint. Still only two of them. The light didn’t seem as harsh this time around and the room had mostly ceased its nauseous spinning. He took that as a sign to cautiously open his eyes a little further before turning his head to one side. Even that small motion felt odd. And as he looked around, he saw what he would’ve expected to see in the examination room. A small team of crew members, mostly doctors and/or scientists. Various monitors and cameras dotted around the space. An emergency medical kit close by. He was familiar with the sight from all the times he and his crew had examined specimens from other planets in rooms just like this around the ship. But never before had he seen it from this angle as the one being examined.

“W-why… am I here?” Veildorm croaked. He was starting to notice the stark difference in his voice now as well.

“Your operation was a success sir. Resoundingly so.” One of the many crew members around him said, though he couldn’t decipher which. “You were stable enough that we moved you out of the medical bay and into the examination room just a few hours ago. Scaring to the skull is minimal and best of all there have been no signs of rejection from your new body. We’ll need to monitor you closely for a few days to be certain but at this point it’s safe to say you’re in the clear.” The voice continued on gleefully.

“Operation? New body?” Veildorm’s train of thought from before was slowly beginning to move again. The Humans. He remembered now. He’d gotten tired of watching and decided to take matters into his own hands. Sending some elite troops to abduct and bring some of them back. They’d gotten so much juicy information out of them. And amongst them there was one in particular. Subject… 109? Yes 109. That was him. Veildorm had obsessed over that Human. So much so that when they commenced the project to replace all the Human’s brains with Archosian ones, Veildorm signed himself up to-

It hit him.

Veildorm’s eyes shot wide open as the fog finally began to lift. His heart felt as though it was about to hammer its way out of his chest as the realisation of what had happened dawned on him. A wave of pure adrenaline mixed with cautious excitement washed over him as he finally lifted his head to look down at himself. What he saw was nothing short of mind boggling.

Suddenly all the weird sensations made sense. The missing appendages. The lack of a third eye. The bewildering feel of his skin. All the things that made him uniquely Archosian seemingly stripped away. Because he wasn’t an Archosian anymore. Veildorm was a Human. Or rather he had the body of one. And just from this angle alone he knew exactly which Human he was inside. He could tell purely by the curvature of his pectorals and the modest hair that coated them. Not to mention the densely muscled arms that laid either side of him, now twitching as he tried moving them for the first time. There was no doubt. Kenneth. Subject 109. The most alluring of them all.

“Careful sitting up Commander.” Another doctor told him as they watched him already attempting to do so.

Veildorm groaned again slightly as his back and abs flexed for the first time. His vision dulled for a moment at the brief drop in blood pressure due to the sudden action. It didn’t help that he was still adjusting to seeing with just two eyes. Even as his blood pressure returned to normal seconds later, he struggled to keep his vision in focus properly. But that didn’t stop him from getting at least a somewhat decent look at his new body.

As his memories began returning in full, Veildorm of course remembered that he’d requested Kenneth’s body specifically. However that didn’t make it feel any less surreal to actually have it in his possession. Knowing it would soon be his and actually owning it were two very different things. And now he finally got to reap the rewards of the risks he’d taken since discovering Earth.

He lifted up his arms slowly. Just the two of them. Yet again feeling the subtle flex of Human muscle beneath his softer skin. Despite the fleshy exterior of the human body, it still managed to feel powerful. Even in the smallest of movements he could feel the potential for strength behind them. Not to mention the weight. His arms previously had been long and slender. These arms however were thick, bulky and heavy yet satisfying all the same. And as he moved his arms around he little, he noted how their size didn’t particularly seem to limit their range of motion beyond. A fact he already knew from all the human studies that’d been conducted but he tested nonetheless.

He reached around with one meaty human hand and used it to squeeze one of his biceps. At first the muscle yielded under his touch which was a strangely satisfying feeling. The moment he tensed the bicep however, it felt hard as steel. So fascinating. His curiosity only continued along that arm as he felt up the triceps next before moving along to his wide boulder-like shoulders. And finally his chest. The shivering that touching those hairy pecs sent up his human spine was unlike anything Veildorm had ever experienced. The way they were both firm and soft at the same time as he cupped them, using both hands now. It was euphoric. And the nipples that tipped them. They seemed pointless on the male body and yet they brought so much gratification just by grazing his fingers across them. His breathing stammered a little as he held his muscled human chest for a long moment. It was everything he’d imagined it would be.

“This… this is…” He struggled to stitch his thoughts into a full sentence as he finally pulled his hands away from his pecs so that he could examine them properly. Only five fingers instead of six. But they were meatier and less skeletal than his former hands had been. His palms were like calloused mitts where the soft human skin seemed to be at its roughest and toughest. As simple as it was, he couldn’t help clenching these new hands over and over in wonder. “This is… really something else.” He finished with a hitch of delight in his tone.

The Commander took a long deep breath and felt as the air passed through his new body before exiting again gracefully. With that he finally looked further south. Past his new abdominal muscles and towards his groin where an entirely new appendage hung. A Human penis and testicles, both sitting so heavy and elegant between his legs. Of course Veildorm had never before had reproductive organs like this which of course only made them more intriguing. Hypnotic even in the sense that he could hardly pull his attention away. He’d always found the Human male sex organs to be particularly fascinating to look at but not that appreciation had bloomed ten fold as he saw it through Human eyes. Especially knowing that he owned them.

His curious hands slowly made their way down towards the thick shaft. It’d grown to a half erection in the time he’d been awake due to his bubbling excitement and was now throbbing dutifully against his right thigh. A small gasp escaped his mouth when he finally clasped a palm around the girthy length. He knew from all the experiments that the Penis was an incredibly sensitive appendage but even still nothing could’ve prepared him for how wonderful it felt to encapsulate it. To really feel all those sensitive nerves spring to life, sending pleasure signals shooting up towards his augmented brain that caused his eyes to flutter. He only got as far as a few glorious pumps before he remembered that he was surrounded by his crew.

He pulled his hand back just as his cock had begun to blossom into a full on erection. “Wow. This thing is… alluring.” He muttered softly. “But I can hardly control it.” He continued on as he found himself unable to stop it from stiffening until it felt like a perpetually flexed muscle. No matter how much he tried to will it to return to a relaxed flaccid state, his new hefty cock stayed pointing straight up towards the ceiling.

“It’s not a simple appendage to control. It’s controlled more by subconscious bodily reactions and emotions than direct signals from the brain. It’s normal for human males to struggle to control it when aroused or stimulated.” One doctor said, maintaining professionalism. “As I’m sure you remembered from our many physical experiments.”

Veildorm nodded slowly. As he did however, his attention shifted towards his head. He noticed it briefly before but the small motion had called awareness to it yet again. The shape and weight of it, just like the rest of the Human form, was so unlike what he was used to. Enough so that his hands found their way up towards it so they could inspect its form.

The first thing that shocked him was the lack of any kind of snout like Archosians have. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it sooner but the flatness of his face was jarring. No longer did his jaw and nose stuck out but rather they sat level with the rest of his features. His fingers roamed over the shape of his skull. Tracing over the ridges under skin as he examined each and every ridge. Everything was so much more compact.

And of course this meant that his hands found themselves running through his new facial hair. Between pressing his fingers to those Human lips and curling them around the ears, he allowed them to brush through the thick beard Kenneth had kept. Admiring its fullness with every little prickle the individual hairs made against his skin. It felt surprisingly satisfying to just scratch his nails through it and really admire how dense it was. Hair was such an interesting thing.

On the opposite side of the coin, Veildorm was equally bewildered by the lack of hair on his head. Especially when the Kenneth he knew had quite a nice head of it. Of course he was aware that the doctors had needed to shave it off. He thought he’d be more disappointed but honestly he didn’t hate the rough scratchy feeling of a shaved scalp. It was certainly a lot more pleasant to touch than he would’ve imagined but at this point the same went for every part of this new body.

Eventually Veildorm found himself attempting to swing his legs over the side of the bed he’d been sitting on. The movement was difficult at first and a little disorienting as the doctors persuaded him to be careful. Despite that, his new sizable Human feet soon touched the cold floor. Toes wriggling slightly as he geared himself up to stand. The doctors around him remained in standby, ready to catch him if ended up simply throwing himself on the floor. Thankfully they didn’t need to as Veildorm was able to stand himself up in one smooth motion. Powerful glutes flexed momentarily as he rose to his newfound full height before relaxing again. He wobbled slightly as he stood in place for a moment but he remained on his feet. Triumphant.

“There’s really no need to rush Commander. You should really give yourself a little longer to-” But before the doctor could finish, he had to watch as Veildorm took his first shaky step away from the bed.

“W-whoa. Okay…” Veildorm managed to maintain his balance despite stumbling just a little bit. Those strong meaty trunks he now called legs were doing a good enough job at keeping this body upright so far. So he didn’t waste much time taking another step. However he got a little too hasty that time and would’ve undoubtedly faceplanted into the floor had one of his crew members not caught his moments beforehand.

“Sir really. You should lie down for a bit longer. Give yourself some time to adjust. You’ve only just woken up.” They told him, almost begging now.

Veildorm glanced at the crew member holding him and then at the mirror across the room. “Fine. But only if you help me get a good look at my new reflection first. I need to see this.” He bargained.

The scientists and doctors shrugged and nodded, knowing full well the Commander wasn’t going to take no for an answer. And so the one holding Veildorm helped him take step after step across the room, cock still hard and bouncing with each one. Until finally, Veildorm was face to face with the reflective surface that showed him his new identity. Clear as crystal.

“I’m… a Human.” Veildorm whispered softly into the mirror. It was big enough to show not only his head but his torso too all the way down to his upper thighs. His mind struggled to process it initially. It wanted to interpret the sight as him looking into a monitor showing subject 109 because how could that possibly be him. But as the man in the mirror moved in sync with every tiny movement Veildorm made, it became impossible for his subconscious to deny. And as wonderful as that reality was, it was still hard to swallow. So much so that weird sense of vertigo from earlier began to return in small waves. For a moment leaving him a little faint as he leaned harder against the crew member trying to keep him steady.

He closed his eyes briefly and took a few deep breaths before opening them again. It was just enough to keep him afloat for now. With that he reached up to touch his new human face again. It was more intense now that he could see it reflected back at him. His human hand roaming over the pinkish skin and admiring the details. Then slowly slipping down his body again and touching each muscle, this time with even more care and wonder than before.

The sight of himself, both in the mirror and when he looked down, ignited a fire in his belly unlike anything he’d ever felt before. It was like a needy desire for himself. Something so deep and primal that was urging him for some kind of release. A type of sensation Archosians had never known. Lust. Raw, unfiltered lust. For himself. For this body. It was hard to comprehend how his new human instincts could desire his own body so badly. It made him want to grab and dominate himself somehow. But also to worship himself? It was difficult for his waking mind to interpret. All he knew was that his cock was now throbbing harder than ever as he found himself subconsciously bucking his hips in the mirror. A small bead of precum even welling up at the tip.

“This is… overwhelming. So intense. I feel like an animal but-” He stopped short as his hand finally reached his cock again, pumping it a few times. He couldn’t help himself. Until another wave of faintness washed over him. He would’ve collapsed on the spot had he not still been supported.

“Alright that's enough sir. Let’s get you back in bed to rest.” They told him. “The extra blood flow being conducted to your penis certainty isn’t helping right now.”

As Veildorm was helped back onto the medical bed, he couldn’t help but grin. This body was already showering him with so many delights he had yet to fully explore. He could hardly wait to have some time alone in the coming days to finally get to know Kenneth on a much deeper level than ever before…

———

“I’m starting to grow used to this human vessel you know.” Veildorm admitted as he allowed his hands to glide down his torso as he had many times before. He could still feel the satisfying itch of body hair beneath his fingers despite the thin translucent fabric clinging to his form. It did very little to hide the masculine elegance of his new body. “I truly didn’t expect it to feel so… comfortable.”

Two weeks had passed since Veildorm’s surgery had been a resounding success. In that time he’d gained much greater control over his new form. Within days he was able to move about completely unassisted. He’d gained better control over smaller functions like focusing his eyesight. He’d adapted to only having two arms and two legs. Even this new skin started to feel normal to him. Veildorm didn’t expect to be able to adapt this quickly but when you fall as deeply in love with your vessel as he did, it makes sense.

In that time his hair had started to grow back. No longer was his head shaved bald. Instead he rocked a short but neat looking cut that’d been trimmed slightly around the sides upon request. Not quite the elegant full hair Kenneth had maintained previously but it looked good nonetheless. Over time it was sure to regrow to its former glory. Unless he wanted to return to the bald look of course. He’d actually enjoyed that more than he thought he would. It was something to think about.

However one thing he knew he wasn’t ever going to shave was all this body hair. It was just delightful. The satisfaction he got from running his fingers through his chest hair was unlike anything else. It always seemed to trigger a response from his cock, no matter how mild. The same went for everywhere else on his body. His stomach. His face. His arms and legs. And of course he couldn’t forget his fuzzy new Human bubble butt.

Veildorm had only gotten to appreciate his new backside in the days following his procedure when he finally got some time to himself. The doctors had been reluctant to leave his side at first just in case something went wrong. But eventually Veildorm had convinced them to give him some privacy. That was when the real fun began.

The first thing he did was get up and stand before the mirror once again. Admiring his reflection in a way he hadn’t been able to with all those prying eyes on him. Groping at his muscle tits. Flexing his arms. Growling like an animal as he let the heightened testosterone of a human male in its prime take over his decision making. One of those decisions had been to turn around and get a good look at his new ass. Initially he wasn’t sure why he felt so compelled to look at it but as soon as he saw his new muscle ass in the reflection, he understood. A pair of large and powerful glutes covered in a modest dusting of hair. It was a brilliant sight, one that caused his altered brain to light up with an unbridled hunger. And despite it being an impossible task, he’d wished to plunge his own cock into those cheeks and into the hole they hid between them. And right on cue, his cock was hard as steel.

In hindsight it made sense as to why he’d felt that way. Thinking back to how Human males had a sensitive prostate that could be sufficiently stimulated via anal penetration, it only made sense for them to have an urge to do so. Whether it be to themselves or other males. And in that moment, Veildorm wasn’t sure which side of that coin he was more curious about. But instead he resigned to simply groping and kneading at the bubbly flesh of his ass while truly jerking his thick human cock for the first time.

Needless to say, Veildorm had experienced many human orgasms over the last two weeks. It was a pleasure that he couldn’t help indulging in whenever he had the privacy to do so. And what was the harm? There was no downside to it. He always felt refreshed afterwards. The act itself brought levels of pleasure he’d never before known. And getting to see such a heavy flow of virile cum spilling from his cock caused his chest to swell with such pride for his new vessel. He was well aware of how odd that pride was for simply knowing how highly capable he was of reproduction but it was a natural human response. Likely to encourage males to have offspring. Regardless he enjoyed the feeling enough that he found himself experiencing it again and again and again. Every time covering his hairy abs in a white glaze.

And now here he was. Fully adjusted. Standing in nothing but a tight plain uniform that hugged his muscled form,

“That is… great news sir.” A slender, blue skinned alien rattled from behind Veildorm. Standing by idly with his three spindly arms folded behind his back. Eyes fluttering and antenna twitching nervously in the presence of his commander. Garlund. “If I’m not mistaken, the doctors made sure to give you the most ideal of the male humans we had in stock.”

Veildorm turned to his nervously jittering assistant who seemed clueless as ever. “I’m aware. I requested this human for that exact reason. Mature but still young. High levels of testosterone. Most ideal distribution of fat, muscle mass and body hair.” He paused for a moment as his gaze landed on the not so subtle bulge between his legs. “And impressive levels of virility.” He allowed a lazy hand to graze his crotch, his professional composure slipping for a fraction of a second before returning. “I’ve had my eye on him for some time. On earth he would be considered an ideal mate. Still, I did not expect it to feel this pleasant.”

“Well I… I couldn’t be happier for you sir.” Garlund praised, finding it hard to look his Commander in the eyes as he spoke. “H-Have you spoken to the high council yet about our progress on your scheme?”

Veildorm shook his head. “Not yet but I plan to fill them in soon. We’re waiting on the last couple of Archosian to Human brain transplants to be completed. If they all go well I can report a one hundred percent success rate. With how skeptical they seemed last I spoke to them, that should help reassure them. Even if just a little.” He reasoned as he placed his hands behind his back in a very commanding sort of stance.

“And after that will we be proceeding to the next step?” Garlund asked, rubbing two of his hands together. “What we’ve done already was such a leap beyond protocol. But to take it even further by dropping you and the others on Earth??”

“We will.” Veildorm confirmed with certainty. “Infiltrating Human society is necessary for taking their planet from them and making it our own. We can deepen our understanding of them. Learn their strengths and weaknesses as a population. Then plan accordingly.” He glanced down at himself. Watching the way his broad chest rose and fell with every breath. Such a sight to behold. “I will take on the name of Kenneth Barnes and use this identity to help make Earth our new utopia.”

Garlund sniffled. “Wow sir. You’re such an inspiration. To sacrifice your true body to become one of them out of pure dedication to our cause. You are something else.” He said, laying it on a little thick. “It’s a shame you’ll be stuck like this though. The doctors say there’s no way to reverse the augmentations to the brain.”

“I’m aware of that too.” Veildorm hummed. “It’s no matter. I’ve resigned myself to this Human fate and I’m more than content to see it through.” He glanced across the room at a small mirror that sat on his desk. In it he saw his new bearded face. Handsome but so far from what he once knew. “Like I said, it’s comfortable. And oddly… liberating in many ways. Not to mention humans seem to have a similar life span to us and Kenneth here was a good ten years younger than I was. So if anything I’ve given myself more time in this life. That I’m grateful for.”

“Liberating… I can only imagine what it must feel like.” Garlund croaked. “Humans do seem very graceful.” He continued on with morbid curiosity flooding his tone.

Veildorm smirked. “If you’re that curious maybe we’ll have to bring back another batch of humans in the near future. Sign you up for a transplant.” He said half jokingly.

“O-oh I’m not so-o sure I cou-uld.” Garlund stumbled through his words clumsily at the offer.

“Think about it. Who knows? You could join me someday. I’m sure we could find you a human vessel befitting an assistant for my new self.” Veildorm teased before tuning on his heel and walking over towards his desk. “Anyway, I have some work to attend to. I need to make sure everything is in order for my second in command when I leave this fleet in his hands. Some privacy would be appreciated.”

Garlund nodded, still a little flushed from the Commander’s prior offer. “Of course sir. I won’t be far if you need anything.” He said before slinking away out the door and into the vast hallway, leaving Veildorm alone.

He sighed as he sat and leaned back in his seat, legs spread as most humans males did. It was true that he still had lots to prepare but he had more than enough time to get it all done. In the meantime there was no reason he couldn’t have a little more fun and relax a little. He’d earned it after all the risks he’d taken. At least that’s what he told himself the last dozen times he whipped out his cock and blew a huge load all over himself in creamy ecstasy.

He pawed at his bulge a little as reached down and opened one of his desk drawers. Inside rolled the shaft of one of the many probes that’d been used on the males during the experiments. Bulbous and phallic. Next to it rolled a small canister of lubricant.

“About time I take this backside for a real test drive before heading to Earth.” He told himself as he pulled both out of the draw and started lubing up the probe. Shortly after he stood and placed it down on his chair before removing the thin uniform that kept his body hardly concealed. After that he didn’t waste any time lowering himself onto the cock-like substitute with a deep moan that could no doubt be heard from outside his quarters.

Veildorm was going to make the absolute most of this new body and he couldn’t be more excited to mingle with the rest of the humans on Earth.

To be continued…?

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

This Is Not How I Imagined It (Story Idea Submitted By Anon)

Crap, I thought this would’ve worked out better. I had everything planned out to become some jock at the gym, but yet it still went wrong. I’ve always wanted to be muscular because I never was, I was on the skinny size and I couldn’t life weights or get big in any way. I tried to find many solutions to the problem but none of them ever worked, not even this one. It wasn’t until I walked into a store one day and the cashier told me to meet him in the back. I was skeptical but I went on with it and followed the cashier. 

“I had the same problem as you once. But look at me now!” He said as he flexed his muscles, which were quite big. He caught my interest now. I was about to ask him how, but he interrupted me as he reached for a shelf. He grabbed some sort of glass with liquid in it. It was transparent but something was different about it. 

“Just trust me, find some sort of clothing from a man you would want to be, put it on and drink this. Results will surely come. Oh and about your payment, come see me in your new body and we will talk about a price. Good luck!” That was all he said, he walked out of the back room and I never saw him again, he didn’t even go back to working as a cashier. 

I knew exactly where I wanted to go. A little excited, I rushed to the nearest gym which was just some Lifetime that my dad had a membership to. I signed in and nearly ran to the locker room. I saw some guy, and man I knew that he was the one I would want to be. It was perfect. I just needed some clothes of his. There were some shorts beside him and I assumed they were his. He walked away in just a towel to the shower leaving his stuff there. I didn’t want to get caught stealing clothes so I grabbed the shorts sitting there and ran to a stall. I stripped down, I didn’t know how the liquid worked so I didn’t want to take chances. I pulled up the shorts, which were much to big for me. I held onto the shorts with one hand to keep them from slipping down, and opened the glass. 

“bottoms up” I said to myself as I drank the liquid, It tasted awful. Possibly the worst thing I’ve ever drank. My body started to contort, stretching and contrasting all over. It was slightly painful, so I closed my eyes wincing from the pain. It took about a minute until the transformation was over. I opened one eye, expecting to see some muscles. I looked down slowly, seeing flab instead of muscle. I nearly tripped running out of the stall trying to see what went wrong. I found the first mirror and saw my new reflection. I was much older, fatter and hairier. I ran back to the stall looking for the glass, seeing if I missed something. There was no liquid left but there was a warning label that read: 

If you are unhappy with the results, you can forget memories of your past life so you aren’t aware of what occurred and life your new life as if you have always been in your new body. Just think of the new memories of the life you now possess and let it push your old memories out.

I guess there was no going back or drinking another one of these. I didn’t want to forget just yet. In case something came up. I went back to where I found the shorts, and I saw my old body there looking down at itself, rubbing my much skinnier body. He looked up when he noticed me. He laughed at me and my misfortune. He got a much better end of this deal. I didn’t want to take it anymore. I wanted muscle not this. I grabbed the vial and read the label. It was time, I didn’t want to remember my mistake. I tried to access the memories of this guy. His name was Steven Parsons, he had a wife and three kids. The life didn’t see that bad all of the sudden. I started to smile as I remembered ‘my’ kids. The last of the memories poured in as my old memories disappeared. 

[greyswap]

GERALD

After I blacked out in gym class, I woke up to find that my wish had come true. Somebody must have heard me because I opened my eyes and found myself in Mr. Sanderson's body, but everybody called me Gerald at the office.

It was strange being in the body of my dad's best friend and business partner. When I looked in the mirror I saw a grown ass man, a large, handsome man that I'd kind of had a crush on for years. I was able to fake my way through the day. My dad even talked to me about all the sex he was having with my mom, how they were trying new things out. Roleplay. Leather. Spanking. I just pretended to be his best friend and nodded, drinking the expensive scotch and trying not to gag at the thought of my mom and dad . . . fucking . . . especially when he talked about how much he loved her tits.

The day was finally over and I drive my new BMW to Gerald's . . . or my penthouse. I found the bathroom and decided it was time to explore this new, bigger body. I was normally a small, skinny nerdy guy and Gerald was a big, beefy bear, and I'd been fighting a raging boner all day wondering what was hiding under his tight suit. I stood in front of the mirror, eyes on my new reflection as I took my coat off.

I felt my nipples grow hard as I felt my new cock push against his expensive trousers. I needed to touch them. I needed to see his big bear tits. I slowly pulled my tie off, not taking my eyes off Gerald's reflection staring back at me. I unbuttoned the shirt and pulled it back to reveal pale skin and large, pink nipples and were perked to ful attention. I felt the fabric graze over them as my cock twitched. They were so sensitive.

Swallowing hard, I reached into my shirt and cupped Gerald's man tits in my hand. I rolled his pink nippled between his strong hands and my entire body quivered.

I'm not sure who granted my wish or why, but I wasn't going to waste another second. I lifted my phone up and snapped a picture, scrolling to GROWLR to create a profile. There was no way all those chasers weren't going to want big Gerald to play with them. This was going to be one hell of a night.

[greyswap]

WAKING UP IN GERALD

Sleeping was interesting. Gerald's body was heavy, and I found myself running my large hands over my new body all night. It was much different than my younger and much smaller twink body. Morning wood became all night wood until I finally fell asleep around 3AM, dreaming of what this new life would be like.

I woke up to find Gerald's naked reflection in the mirror. I still couldn't believe this was happening and these beautiful man tits of mine were so sensitive. They were like tiny lightning rods, and I couldn't stop playing with them. I knew I had to get dressed and head in to work, but I could honestly stand here all day and simply stare at myself.

Gerald's also got a full closet of really nice suits and sweaters and ties and bow ties of all types. I might try and mix things up today and pick something a little unique and preppy. I knew the ladies and gentlemen at work respected Gerald and always loved his or my style. I didn't want to disappoint.

But I had to finish working these beauties first, take a shower and get this ginger hair parted and perfect. Any suggestions what I should put this body in today? So many options and a beefy ginger daddy looks good in almost anything.

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

I was so annoyed when I got detention. I got caught smoking week by the bleachers during lunch. This was my third time this year and was going to go on my record and start to affect my chances of getting into college. At the end of the day I reported to the office and the principal met up with me. I sighed as I sat in the chair across from him. He sighed as well and went on the usual script about my behavior and blah blah blah. I drowned the noise out but then he said something that interested me.

“This should go on your record but I have a solution that I think could help both of us out” The principal explained.  I sat up in my chair and leaned in to hear the rest.

“Keep going” I responded.

“We have gotten notice that we have a bit of a molly problem at our school. Weed I could handle but this is something that I will not stand for on campus” The principal exclaimed aggressively. He was started to get worked up. Our school has had problems in the past with drugs, its why we have to have police guards on campus at all hours. I knew about the molly problem, but I wasn’t sure who was behind it. I was never interested in those kind of drugs. 

“Look if you want me to rat them out I can’t” I started to explain. “I have no idea who’s behind it”. 

The principal started to smile, as if he expected that response. “I knew you wouldn’t, but the police on campus are starting an investigation. They have new technology to go undercover but need consent to have someone to help them out” He explained.

“I’m not a snitch, I’m not gonna run this little investigation for you” I scoffed as I responded.

“You don’t have to” He paused and pressed a button on his desk. “Officer Brooks please come in”. I rolled my eyes, ugh why is he getting the police involved. The police guard came in rolling a cart with a machine on it. “You see, Officer Brooks has this machine he can use to go undercover. It’ll switch your bodies so he can run the investigation from the inside”. Woah, I don’t wanna be this old fat guy. I started to speak but go interrupted by the principal again. “It won’t be long. We’ll switch you back in a week and you can go back to normal. I’ll wipe all your detention records and colleges will never find out. I’ll even write you a letter of recommendation.

This all started to sound good. I get a free letter of recommendation and miss classes for a week. Plus it’ll be fun getting to walk around campus with a little bit of power and a gun. “I’m in” I said with a smile.

“Really? Oh I thought I was gonna have to convince you more. Oh well, start up the machine!” the principal responded. Officer Brooks flicked the lever on the side of the machine. We both placed our hands on the sensors and the switch happened instantaneously. My face felt weird having a full beard, and I couldn’t stop rubbing my belly. We spent the next hour going over the investigation and I was giving Officer Brooks in my body pointers on how to not stick out. He got the hang of it quick, I noticed that we were able to pick up each others mannerisms pretty fast. I also noticed that officer brooks was gay cause my crotch started to get firm looking at the principal. I drove to my new home for the week and couldn’t stop feeling my body the whole time. As soon as I unlocked my new apartment, I started posing in my mirror lusting over the power I felt in the uniform. I unzipped my pants and felt my new body. My dick was way girthier and felt great. I came all over my reflection with so much force. I smiled as I was looking at my refection. As I cleaned up Officer Brooks-my cum I thought about how much fun I’m gong to have this week. Its gonna be hard getting through the school day without slipping away to the bathroom.  

[verus-veritas]

My best friend’s Dad and I have been switching bodies on and off for the past month using a special amulet. He gets zero responsibilities and parties, I get money, a muscular body, and can boss around my son/best friend! It's been so good sneaking around and swapping when we feel like it (which is a lot!) But lately my best friend/son is getting suspicious and then he went and found us in our underwear after we swapped! How do me and his “best friend” get out of this one?

(Hope you like my answer, even though it might not have gone in the same direction you described in your ask...) 

"Oh shit! I can explain son... I mean Sean! It's not what it looks like! We were just... we..." you watched on as your best friend Sean's dad stood next to you in your body and anxiously tried to talk his way out of this. Meanwhile you just stood there awkwardly trying to cover your muscular mature body with your big hands.

"Oh, don't bulshit me dad. I know very well what's going on." He paused and looked you both up and down. " You guys just switched bodies again haven't you?"

"Wh-what? How... how did you know?" Sean's dad asked, dumbfounded by the fact that his son somehow managed to come to that conclusion.

"Pfft. You seriously don't think I could recognize and differentiate my own dad from my best friend? For God's sake, I even caught him playing on my PS5 a few times." Sean curled his eyebrows and nodded towards you. That caused his dad to turn towards you and glare at you scornfully.

"I mean... I'm not the best at acting you know..." you smiled at him awkwardly with his own bearded grin. He could only roll his eyes at you before deeply sighing.

"Aaanywho, I promise I won't tell anyone... as long as you let be a part of this." your friend said resolutely. You could tell he had decided that for a long time now.

"Son... I'm sorry, but you can't. It wouldn't work." His dad answered disapprovingly and begun pulling on the rest of your clothes.

"What do you mean you can't? You guys switch all the time! You're just saying that because you don't want to let me in the fun, isn't it?" He said angrily and crossed his arms defiantly.

"No, it's not... let me explain." His dad sighed once again before having us all sit down so he could explain everything. He showed Sean the amulet, explained where we found it, how it worked, how many times we've used it, and even explaining that physical contact was necessary between the switchers.

"... and that's why we can't include you. Because we're stuck in our new bodies for at least 24 hours before we can switch again. You see?" Sean's dad in your old body finally concluded his summary. He gave his son some time to process all the information given, before he turned to you and rolled his eyes at the sight of what you were doing.

"Right?!" He slapped you on your meaty arm as you had obviously not been paying attention and instead been playing with your chest hair the whole time.

"Huh? Oh, yeah that's right!" You reacted and gave them both another toothy smile.

"Well, I still want to be a part of this!" Sean said, still standing by his decision even though he was fully caught up to the situation.

"Son... I've told you-"

"I have an idea." You suddenly exclaimed, causing both of them to turn to you with a surprised look on their faces.

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"Daaamn! This feels good..." Sean whistled as he squeezed his big meaty arms and did all kinds of weird poses in front of you. "Can't believe you managed to convince your dad to switch bodies with me. Why would he even wanna be a pimpled and scrawny college kid like me?"

"Well, let's just say I convinced him about the perks of being young and free again..." You relaxed on the couch behind him and watched as your best friend spun around with your dad's beefy body. " ...just like how I convinced your dad too." A sly smile crept upon your handsome face.

"Oh yeah?" You watched your best friend turn around and began walking seductively towards you. The floorboard creaking slightly under his new heavy weight as he pulled off the dirty shirt your dad had hastily decided to put on before Sean came in. "You're a little devil aren't you? Pretending to be dumb and useless when you are in fact the one that planned all of this..."

You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight your burly shirtless dad affectionately calling you by your nickname. Standing in front of you, he gave you a flex before slowly straddling himself on top of you. Your thick furry legs pressed against each other as he put his large hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him, your lust-filled eyes met, and the world grew still. Before either of you knew it, your best friend had your dad's beefy arms around your neck, your lips crushed into each other's, and your beards scratching sensually against your cheeks.

You let the moment last for a few seconds before pushing him away, but still close enough so you could enjoy the smell and taste your dad's mouths. You watched as he looked at you still dazed by the moment and stunned by your push.

"Not here... babe..." You told him breathlessly, the warmth of your breaths fully heating up the empty space between you two. "Our dads could still be around y'know."

He gave you a puzzled look before an unfamiliar wide grin formed on his borrowed mature face.

"So what?" He grinned before once again throwing himself onto you. He leaned forward and began sucking on your thick neck.

"Uhm... they'll switch us back and never let us to switch with them again?" You answered, trying your best at not moaning too loudly or think about the fact that you were about to get hickeys by your own burly dad.

"And how would they do that...?" Your best friend chuckled while he kept sniffing and licking your thick neck. It took you a few seconds before you realized what he insinuated with that sentence.

"Sean... what did you do...?" You asked him as if scolding him for something bad he had done.

"Nuh uh uh. I'm not Sean anymore... My name's Carl, your dad's name." He breathed his hot words into your ear, as you suddenly felt one of his large hands begin caressing the growing bulge on your shorts. "Let's just say I might have flushed the amulet down the toilet when I marveled at your dad's hot body in the bathroom..."

"Uuugh..." was all you could utter as he suddenly slipped your dad's rugged hands down your pants and began tugging at your thick and hardening cock. You threw your head back and lost yourself completely in the moment, as this new body of yours was way more sensitive than what one would expect from a strong muscular man like that.

"What's wrong... Thomas?" He just called you by his dad's name. Well, this body's name... now your name. You felt the heat collecting in your groin and you were about to blow any second now. "Loss for words are you? Well, consider this my punishment for you... for keeping your body-switching shenanigans a secret from me for two whole months..." With that said he bit you hard on the neck, and leaving a clearly visibly mark there.

"Now, my dad's hot body and you... are mine forever!" He proudly proclaimed, as your eyes literally roll into your head and you exploded all over your pants, your shirt and even onto your own dad's naked muscular chest. You could only lie there dazed and exhausted as your best friend/dad/lover, licked the cum from his own furry chest and gave you sloppy kisses on your drooling lips...

Maybe you shouldn't have kept it a secret from you best friend and boyfriend for so long, because now you would have to deal with the consequences; being forced to live the rest of your days as your best friend's muscular dad, getting fucked daily in his extremely sensitive body... and by you own beefy dad nonetheless!

[wyatt-tfs]

My friends told me I was crazy for agreeing to switch bodies with this man. And honestly? The first couple of days I did start having some regrets. I was about a decade older and a hundred pounds heavier, but then my first paycheck hit. Turns out Neal, the guy whose body I had now, was absolutely loaded. Which explains how he was able to secure the switching technology in the first place. So now me and my friends spend most of our time traveling around, living our best lives. Sure, it looks a little weird for a guy my age to walk around with a bunch of 20-somethings, but when you have as much money as I do, you don't really care what other people care.

[zzzzzbored]

Dad?

Reblog from Takeover Tales

I spent the weekend with my dad’s who had grown a lot since I last saw him. Isn’t he the one who is supposed to tell me that? His body mass was much larger and now he looked like he could kick my ass while sitting. It didn’t bother me, I kind of liked it. You see, my parents got a divorce after my dad started acting a little strange and that was about three years go. I hadn’t seen him since. It’s almost as if he appeared out of nowhere after disappearing out of my life.

My mother dropped me off outside, failing to build up enough courage from the drive to come in and at least say hello. I didn’t blame her, she had been through a lot and I wasn’t going to give her any more shit than she deserved. That was very little. I stood outside with my bag hung over my shoulder and my book bag leaning against my leg. I pulled the strap over my body and walked right up to the door. Without hesitation, the door opened and I was greeted by a bear of a man. This was my father.

“Dad?” I asked, he looked nothing like he used to but I could still see it in his face. I think it was the nose because it was the same as mine.

“Yeah. I would hope so. Look at you! Man do we have some catching up.” He grabbed my bags and then placed them on the sofa. Beyond the foyer we passed an office with an executives desk placed in the center and an apple computer’s apple light glowing in the dark. I could make out various office items such as books leaning against each other underneath a lamp and a cup filled with mechanical pencils, each one with a brand new eraser. To the right there was the door that lead to the garage. As we moved along we reached a hallways leading to the guest bedroom which belonged to me for the weekend and the guest bathroom at the end which was beach themed with bowls of shells on shelves and sand dollar soaps. We reached the kitchen and living room combo after the hallway and the roof grew immensely, a giant fan centering the ceiling. The marble counter tops reflected the light from the center of the fan and there were pots and pans filled with the meal for the evening. In the living are, two sofas faced each other with a table in the center, a vase with orange flowers was a nice addition. On the wall was an abstract orange painting with streaks of paint thrown across the canvas. The dining room matched the dark wood of the kitchen cabinets and down the center was a fabric accent with orange stripes and on top of it was a bowl or oranges. Behind the table was the view of the backyard with its green grass and carefully placed lawn chairs. The master bedroom wasn’t for my eyes.

“It smells great!” I let the aroma of the spinach and cheese pasta fill my nose as he pulled it off. The Asiago cheese was gooey as he set the table and the sound of water pouring into my glass made me smile.

“So, how have you been. I know that the last time I saw you we weren’t really on good terms.” He took a sip of water before placing a piece of ravioli in his mouth, a single strand of cheese stretching from plate to lips.

“Well, you weren’t on good terms with mom but I’ve been busy. I got into Yale and I will be going this fall.” I sipped to the accomplishments.

“Yale? Wow. When I was al…well, I’m proud of you.” He smiled. It was still odd seeing his face work since it was a bit rounder. His skin moved differently.

“I’m also gay.” I tried to avoid eye contact as I put a ravioli in my mouth. If he yelled at me it would give me something to do while I listened. In fact, I would have just chewed it and ignored his torment.

“Interesting.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I gulped down the cheese and looked at him. He wasn’t going to yell or maybe I had spoken too soon?

“You aren’t going to be treated differently.” He said. I found out that weekend was that what he really meant was: “I’m not going to beat you or scream like other dads but that doesn’t mean I won’t do other things.”

I was in bed when I heard the whispers. We had just finished watching a movie together and as the credits rolled past I yawned, cuing us to sleep. I followed the whispers past the kitchen with its spacious cooking area and the dining room with its orange accents and to the crack in the master bedroom door. There was a perfect view of the bed which had my father sprawled out on top of it. His cock was erect and flowing out from it was a white cloud, coming together just above his body. My dad’s back was arched as this white mist flew out of him and then he fell back onto the comforter as it started to turn into what looked like a human being. Then the guess was confirmed, floating above my father was the ghostly form of a burly man.

“Man, I can’t wait to screw your son. I Just have to figure out how to let him let me.” He was talking to himself as he floated around the room. My father snored on the bed and rolled to get comfortable. “Oh no you don’t.” He shoved himself back into my father’s erect cock, causing him to arch his back once more. His hands wrapped themselves up in the blankets as he grabbed them, moaning and writhing as this spirit took his body. He took control quickly, I could tell from the way he looked at his hands. “Man, you’re one hot fucking catch. Three years of shaping you to be the perfect host and now you fit like a glove.” He patted his stomach and then rolled over. I waited quietly trying to listen to him and then I heard his snoring and took that as a reason to leave.

The following morning I received a text in my phone, the vibrations on the wood causing me to wake up. I groggily looked at the photo and it was my father. He was only wearing underwear and had his arm above his head. He was posing for me. For a second I almost passed off the previous night as a dream but the moment I saw the picture I knew that he wasn’t my dad. He quickly came into my room to apologize for that and made up this story about how it was supposed to go to someone he had been dating or whatever but I saw right through that bullshit.

“You can stop acting. I know it’s not you in there.”

“What?”

“I know you’re a ghost or something.” I could see his cock pressing against the inside of his pajama pants and then I felt my own beginning to grow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You can pretend all you want but I saw you last night. Not you my dad but the you that can float in and out of his body. ‘Like a glove’ is what you said, I think.” I was desperately trying to hide my boner from him.

“Aha. You sneaky bastard. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you.” He sat down on the bed and I moved over to make room.

“So, what do you want?” I asked.

“I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m living again and your dad is the perfect body. You think so too.” He reached over and touched the tenting blanket. I tried to pull away but he grabbed it and I cringed. It felt good.

“Stop.”

“You like it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have popped one the moment you saw me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“C’mon, son. You want it.” He had started crawling over me, his heavy body causing the bed to have an even bigger indention. I could feel the heat of his own cock and he pushed himself against me, his bulge rubbing against my own. He repeated this and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me passionately. I didn’t refuse and instead of pushing him away I reached up and pulled him in. He ripped off the blanket and pulled off everything that I was wearing, almost ripping it because of his strength. It was easy for my to push off his bottoms with my leg and I felt his massive meat land just above my own. I chuckled as he smiled and then he forcibly flipped me over. I used the pillow to muffle my screams as he plowed me with his rod, slamming me into the headboard as he penetrated my hole. He rhythimcally fucked me in the guest bedroom and he grabbed my hair like he was riding me like an animal. I grabbed at the pillow pressing it harder and harder, biting into the cotton to keep me from screaming. It felt amazing as he rammed me with his cock and out of the combination of happiness and pain, a tear dropped onto the pillow case.

“Oh fuck YES!” I screamed finally. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Your hole is so tight it feels fucking amazing.” He grunted and I tightened just to milk it out of him. I moaned as I started to push myself away from the headboard to keep myself from hitting it and I could feel his pulsating cock being to blow. He filled me up with his sweet fluid and let out a roar as he came. The thrusts slowed down and eventually he pulled out. I rolled over and curled up into him, his hairy body laid out before me. I circled his nipple with my finger and he used his arm to bring me in for a kiss. We laid there blissfully and I almost wanted to smoke a cigarette like most people do in the movies but instead, I kissed him this time.

“You can keep my dad. I wasn’t a big fan of him before anyways. I was too scared to come out of the closet and he were in control he probably would have kicked my ass.”

“If it makes you feel any better he would have. I could feel it.” He tapped his forehead.

“It does make me feel better.” I curled back up into him and I didn’t want this weekend to end.

Well, it did. Yale was coming up and I wasn’t going to be seeing my dad as often so I was going to have to fill up the rest of the summer with him. My mom didn’t mind and my dad definitely didn’t mind.

[kavan-vs-theworld]

Warning: This story contains body swap, fit to fat, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic scenes. All characters are of legal age.

Clarification: All the stories and drawings I make are created, written, and drawn by me. I only use AI to correct some spelling errors and translate my stories.

I always strive to improve, so I would appreciate any comments, suggestions, or words of support to keep uploading this type of content I would appreciate any suggestions, whether as a writer or an artist ^^

This is me, the first day I woke up in my friend P.J.'s fat body. You're probably wondering how all this happened. To be honest, I can't explain it clearly, but I have to tell you how I got to this point.

Ever since I started college, it's been hell because of my dad, Goofy. Ever since he decided to enroll in the same university as me so he "wouldn't miss me," things have only gotten worse. I know he loves me, but I can't be cool while he's around; he just embarrasses me more and more. Now almost everyone at college laughs at me because of the stupid things my dad does. I only hang out with my friends P.J. and Bobby, but even they have had a better life than me, I guess. They've made more friends and socialize more, unlike me—people only talk to me about my dad and the things he does.

"Oh, I'd love to have your dad," P.J. said when I told him my dad followed me to all my classes to humiliate me.

"What? No, it's not good at all having someone like my dad. Last week he started telling my whole class about my most embarrassing experiences!" I said, pretty shocked by P.J.'s statement.

"Your dad is really affectionate. I wish mine was like that. My dad wouldn't care if I fell from the third floor—he'd scold me for it and ground me," said P.J.

"Well, that's better, isn't it? I mean, I'd honestly prefer that. And now that you're away from him because of college, isn't it much better?" I said, convinced that it would be way better to have a dad like Pete.

"Yeah, but I'd pay for my dad to be as attentive as yours," he said in that soft voice that's so characteristic of him.

Before going to sleep, I kept thinking about that conversation with P.J. I mean, P.J. has an excellent life even if he doesn't see it. He has a strict father, but honestly it would be easy to fool him and sneak out without getting scolded. Plus, P.J. is pretty handsome in his own way. I had a crush on him a few years ago. And his dad couldn't be that bad if he let P.J. get as fat as he is now. Why couldn't I be P.J. already? Thinking about it so much, I fell into a heavy sleep.

I woke up to something very strange: my own snoring. I don't usually snore, so it was quite a surprise to hear such a powerful snore.

I tried to stretch and get out of bed as usual, but something stopped me. I felt tied to the bed for a few seconds. I made an even greater effort for several seconds until I finally managed to sit up. I felt the bed shake from me sitting down. Still half asleep, I stretched my arms and opened my eyes fully, only to realize I wasn't in my bed. I was in the bunk where P.J. slept with Bobby, and my bed looked empty, as if no one had slept there. I was really hungry. I heard my stomach growl and instinctively looked down.

The only thing I could see was a huge, giant ball of fat. I had an enormous belly in front of me! I froze in shock. These are P.J.'s clothes! Instinctively, I touched my belly to check if I was dreaming, but I could only feel the soft, warm ball of fat. I looked at my hands. "What?" I thought as I stared at my chubby sausage-like fingers. Then I grabbed my belly in disbelief. It was so soft and warm. I was in complete shock. I stayed there for a while thinking: "What just happened? How did this happen? Am I P.J. now?"

I tried to stand up with effort. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get out of the bunk. I kept trying and grabbing onto everything I could, but my belly kept pulling me back to the bed because of the weight. Just as I was almost standing, I heard a loud:

—Whasuuuuuuuuuup! —Bobby said while looking at me from the top bunk.

It scared me so much that I fell back onto the bed, making the whole bunk shake with my weight.

"Hey, Max, easy there. Relax, calm down and breathe, dude," Bobby said very calmly.

"What?" I paused for a second upon hearing the soft voice I now had, but I had to speak. "Wait, how do you know I'm Max?" I said, still surprised by my new voice.

"Brooooo, I know eeeeverything… But this time P.J. himself told me while he was in your body," Bobby said with the peace he transmits every day.

"So HE STOLE MY BODY?" A wave of anger flooded the fat body I was now controlling.

"Nooo bro, it doesn't seem like he had anything to do with it. He told me about the talk you had yesterday about your dads. Maybe that was it, brother. Relax. Isn't this what you wanted? Now you don't have Goofy as your dad," he said while looking at me.

For a moment, a feeling of peace and joy ran through me as I remembered that it was true! I was in P.J.'s body, therefore my dad wasn't Goofy. I got excited for a second and a rush of adrenaline invaded my body thinking about all the things I could do now that I wasn't Max… only to remember that I couldn't even get out of bed because of the weight of my own body.

Bobby immediately got down to help me stand up, and with some effort I got to my feet, leaning my arm on him so I wouldn't fall.

"Try walking, brother. Imagine you're a really fat penguin trying to get some food," Bobby said.

Even though it was a silly thing to say, I could never doubt Bobby. So, just like he said, I started walking like a penguin, spreading my chubby legs and pushing my belly forward, tripping over many things as I walked. While walking, I felt something in my crotch. I knew exactly what it meant. I felt something very small, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"I look ridiculous, this is so humiliating," I thought as my huge belly bounced with every movement I made and, even worse, my ass bounced the same way.

I heard Bobby burst out laughing, which made me feel even more humiliated. So I decided to go sit on a bench in the kitchen. To my misfortune, it broke under my weight. Bobby laughed brutally at me.

"Well, big guy, I have to go to my classes. I don't think they'll say anything if you stay here, or you can go look for your old body. See you later, little bro!"

I got up from the floor and went to P.J.'s refrigerator. He had a separate fridge for his food because he ate so much. I opened it and found tons of things: burgers, fries, whole pizzas, donuts… P.J. never let us touch it and we used to steal his food, but now I'm him! I grabbed a whole pizza, a 3-liter soda, and a burger. I sat on the couch that creaked under my weight. I thought I'd probably leave the burger and not finish the whole pizza. Before, I couldn't eat more than 3 slices because Bobby would eat the rest, and P.J. had his own pizza. But this time the pizza is all mine.

Just like I'd never eaten in my life, I devoured the whole pizza, slice after slice, until it was clean. I chugged the soda like a bull and finally finished the burger, with zero manners or restraint.

I looked with satisfaction at the pizza box resting on my chest. My belly was so big I could put the box on it without it falling. I saw the empty box and was surprised, even more so because… I wasn't full! So I patted my stomach. It seemed this body could eat a lot. Before, 3 slices were enough to fill me up. I patted myself until I felt something rise up my throat.

—BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! —A powerful burp came out of me. I felt like a champion burping so loudly. Before we used to compete over who could burp the loudest and I always lost. A feeling of satisfaction and adrenaline hit me after that burp.

I got up with effort to go to the bathroom. I hadn't seen my reflection the whole time! After knocking over and breaking several things with my weight, I tried to enter the bathroom. I had to go in sideways because I knew I wouldn't fit facing forward. Even so, I got a little stuck, but I managed to get through.

Once inside, I looked at P.J. in the mirror. I still couldn't believe I was in his body. Instinctively I touched the most noticeable thing now: this enormous ball of fat. Honestly, a rush of adrenaline started running through me. I had no restrictions now. My dad? He was with my old body. Who was going to stop me from doing whatever I wanted?

So I took off my clothes with great effort. I realized P.J. had a huge pair of underwear. I could have used them as a blanket before! Then I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror. My eyes went straight to my belly, since P.J.'s intimate area was covered by the size of his gut. This belly is huge! I couldn't see my whole body because of the mirror size, but I could perfectly see my enormous belly. How could P.J. let himself go like this?

With both hands I tried to lift it like a sack of potatoes, but I didn't have enough strength and I let my belly drop. Then my whole body shook when I released it. And when I say whole, I mean everything. I literally felt like a piece of jelly. I started looking at my entire body in the mirror. It was fucking huge! I started patting my stomach, lifting and moving my belly until at one point I let out a loud burp: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

I kept lifting my belly up in the mirror when I noticed something peculiar: I had just seen P.J.'s dick. It was genuinely very tiny from what I saw in the mirror, and it was erect. Even if I wanted to deny it, the adrenaline of being in this foreign body and, above all, having this huge, fat belly, got me really horny.

I continued exploring how big my belly was. I stuck a finger in my navel and it was genuinely deep. I also rested my belly on the sink. The truth was I was already getting tired just from standing.

I grabbed my belly with both hands and touched my entire stomach while watching P.J. in the bathroom mirror touching every pound of his belly, shaking it in front of the mirror. It felt like a ball of jelly that trembled with every movement. I touched every roll, every love handle, and every pound, running my hands over my belly and touching every inch.

I turned around just to see my ass. Enormous, honestly. It felt like two jellies on my backside. I started slapping them hard just to feel my body bounce. With a smile I started spanking my ass in the mirror. The slaps sounded louder and louder. I spanked myself with all my strength and felt nothing because of all the fat on my body.

I was in total madness. I started spanking my fat ass in the mirror, rubbing, moving, and grabbing every pound of my belly like crazy. I felt every roll and every part of my gut. In the middle of my frenzy I felt something thick running down my fat thigh. I knew it was cum. Had I cum involuntarily because I was so turned on? Oh wow, that had never happened in my old body.

I looked at P.J.'s huge underwear lying on the floor. Fuck, it was genuinely enormous. I picked it up and measured it. Was I really this wide now? That turned me on even more.

My belly suddenly growled. I felt a cramp and a long, smelly fart spread my ass cheeks: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Before I would have been embarrassed to let out a fart like that, but now I could do whatever I wanted. I felt full but hungry at the same time. It was so weird.

After a while, I ended up panting, drooling, with one hand grabbing my belly, lifting it to reach P.J.'s tiny dick and masturbate. I lifted my belly and squeezed it, squeezed every love handle and every pound I now had, while watching all of that in the mirror and only seeing P.J. masturbating with his obese body. I had an incredibly intense orgasm. I felt P.J.'s fat balls tighten with the powerful orgasm I had. The bathroom really smelled like cum and sweat.

After the orgasm, I let go of the belly I had lifted and started touching and grabbing it while looking at my reflection. This fat body really turned me on.

After a while of having the best orgasm of my life, I left the bathroom with difficulty and went straight back to the kitchen. There were some nice donuts waiting for me to be devoured.

Hours later, P.J. (in my body) arrived at the room and tried to explain that he had spent the whole day with my dad and had an amazing time. I should have been angry with him, but honestly I couldn't stop thinking about anything other than the orgasm I had today with his tiny dick. I wasn't mad and I gave him permission to spend time with my dad. We exchanged phones and a few other things. Neither of us really brought up the topic of how to switch back to our bodies.

And so we reached the present, 6 months later. My old body moved to the room where my dad was staying at the university and has been spending quality time with him. Although I'm no longer cool, on my part I got to know P.J.'s dad. He's really a good guy. I like that he calls me "fatso." Pete still sends money monthly for my meals. I've started eating so much since I've been in this body. Now I invite Bobby over sometimes, although I always stuff myself with food. I also bought a full-length mirror big enough to cover my huge body and masturbate in front of it. I masturbate every day in the bathroom with this enormous body and the mirror in front of me. I think Bobby doesn't notice when I do it, although maybe he's caught me once and hasn't said anything. But I don't care. Anyway, Bobby is hardly in the room in the afternoons. Sometimes Bobby sees me with my hand on my belly and jokes about it. I really don't complain. I think this belly is what I like the most and what turns me on the most about this body, so I can't help but touch it. I've even started walking around naked in front of Bobby. You can't see anything intimate because my belly covers my dick. Bobby seems to accept it too. Things have adapted quite well since the swap. I've even become cooler and more confident since I've been in P.J.'s body. I've gone out more and I'm even friends with Bradley, who I have a pretty strong crush on. But the best part is always when I get to the room, take off my clothes, stuff myself with food while shaking my huge belly, slap my ass, and look at myself in P.J.'s obese body. Whoever swapped our bodies, thank you.

The End

[kavan-vs-theworld]

Warning: This story contains body swap, fit to fat, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic scenes. All characters are of legal age.

Clarification: All the stories and drawings I make are created, written, and drawn by me. I only use AI to correct some spelling errors and translate my stories.

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This is me, the first day I woke up in my friend P.J.'s fat body. You're probably wondering how all this happened. To be honest, I can't explain it clearly, but I have to tell you how I got to this point.

Ever since I started college, it's been hell because of my dad, Goofy. Ever since he decided to enroll in the same university as me so he "wouldn't miss me," things have only gotten worse. I know he loves me, but I can't be cool while he's around; he just embarrasses me more and more. Now almost everyone at college laughs at me because of the stupid things my dad does. I only hang out with my friends P.J. and Bobby, but even they have had a better life than me, I guess. They've made more friends and socialize more, unlike me—people only talk to me about my dad and the things he does.

"Oh, I'd love to have your dad," P.J. said when I told him my dad followed me to all my classes to humiliate me.

"What? No, it's not good at all having someone like my dad. Last week he started telling my whole class about my most embarrassing experiences!" I said, pretty shocked by P.J.'s statement.

"Your dad is really affectionate. I wish mine was like that. My dad wouldn't care if I fell from the third floor—he'd scold me for it and ground me," said P.J.

"Well, that's better, isn't it? I mean, I'd honestly prefer that. And now that you're away from him because of college, isn't it much better?" I said, convinced that it would be way better to have a dad like Pete.

"Yeah, but I'd pay for my dad to be as attentive as yours," he said in that soft voice that's so characteristic of him.

Before going to sleep, I kept thinking about that conversation with P.J. I mean, P.J. has an excellent life even if he doesn't see it. He has a strict father, but honestly it would be easy to fool him and sneak out without getting scolded. Plus, P.J. is pretty handsome in his own way. I had a crush on him a few years ago. And his dad couldn't be that bad if he let P.J. get as fat as he is now. Why couldn't I be P.J. already? Thinking about it so much, I fell into a heavy sleep.

I woke up to something very strange: my own snoring. I don't usually snore, so it was quite a surprise to hear such a powerful snore.

I tried to stretch and get out of bed as usual, but something stopped me. I felt tied to the bed for a few seconds. I made an even greater effort for several seconds until I finally managed to sit up. I felt the bed shake from me sitting down. Still half asleep, I stretched my arms and opened my eyes fully, only to realize I wasn't in my bed. I was in the bunk where P.J. slept with Bobby, and my bed looked empty, as if no one had slept there. I was really hungry. I heard my stomach growl and instinctively looked down.

The only thing I could see was a huge, giant ball of fat. I had an enormous belly in front of me! I froze in shock. These are P.J.'s clothes! Instinctively, I touched my belly to check if I was dreaming, but I could only feel the soft, warm ball of fat. I looked at my hands. "What?" I thought as I stared at my chubby sausage-like fingers. Then I grabbed my belly in disbelief. It was so soft and warm. I was in complete shock. I stayed there for a while thinking: "What just happened? How did this happen? Am I P.J. now?"

I tried to stand up with effort. It took me an embarrassingly long time to get out of the bunk. I kept trying and grabbing onto everything I could, but my belly kept pulling me back to the bed because of the weight. Just as I was almost standing, I heard a loud:

—Whasuuuuuuuuuup! —Bobby said while looking at me from the top bunk.

It scared me so much that I fell back onto the bed, making the whole bunk shake with my weight.

"Hey, Max, easy there. Relax, calm down and breathe, dude," Bobby said very calmly.

"What?" I paused for a second upon hearing the soft voice I now had, but I had to speak. "Wait, how do you know I'm Max?" I said, still surprised by my new voice.

"Brooooo, I know eeeeverything… But this time P.J. himself told me while he was in your body," Bobby said with the peace he transmits every day.

"So HE STOLE MY BODY?" A wave of anger flooded the fat body I was now controlling.

"Nooo bro, it doesn't seem like he had anything to do with it. He told me about the talk you had yesterday about your dads. Maybe that was it, brother. Relax. Isn't this what you wanted? Now you don't have Goofy as your dad," he said while looking at me.

For a moment, a feeling of peace and joy ran through me as I remembered that it was true! I was in P.J.'s body, therefore my dad wasn't Goofy. I got excited for a second and a rush of adrenaline invaded my body thinking about all the things I could do now that I wasn't Max… only to remember that I couldn't even get out of bed because of the weight of my own body.

Bobby immediately got down to help me stand up, and with some effort I got to my feet, leaning my arm on him so I wouldn't fall.

"Try walking, brother. Imagine you're a really fat penguin trying to get some food," Bobby said.

Even though it was a silly thing to say, I could never doubt Bobby. So, just like he said, I started walking like a penguin, spreading my chubby legs and pushing my belly forward, tripping over many things as I walked. While walking, I felt something in my crotch. I knew exactly what it meant. I felt something very small, but I didn't pay much attention to it.

"I look ridiculous, this is so humiliating," I thought as my huge belly bounced with every movement I made and, even worse, my ass bounced the same way.

I heard Bobby burst out laughing, which made me feel even more humiliated. So I decided to go sit on a bench in the kitchen. To my misfortune, it broke under my weight. Bobby laughed brutally at me.

"Well, big guy, I have to go to my classes. I don't think they'll say anything if you stay here, or you can go look for your old body. See you later, little bro!"

I got up from the floor and went to P.J.'s refrigerator. He had a separate fridge for his food because he ate so much. I opened it and found tons of things: burgers, fries, whole pizzas, donuts… P.J. never let us touch it and we used to steal his food, but now I'm him! I grabbed a whole pizza, a 3-liter soda, and a burger. I sat on the couch that creaked under my weight. I thought I'd probably leave the burger and not finish the whole pizza. Before, I couldn't eat more than 3 slices because Bobby would eat the rest, and P.J. had his own pizza. But this time the pizza is all mine.

Just like I'd never eaten in my life, I devoured the whole pizza, slice after slice, until it was clean. I chugged the soda like a bull and finally finished the burger, with zero manners or restraint.

I looked with satisfaction at the pizza box resting on my chest. My belly was so big I could put the box on it without it falling. I saw the empty box and was surprised, even more so because… I wasn't full! So I patted my stomach. It seemed this body could eat a lot. Before, 3 slices were enough to fill me up. I patted myself until I felt something rise up my throat.

—BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP! —A powerful burp came out of me. I felt like a champion burping so loudly. Before we used to compete over who could burp the loudest and I always lost. A feeling of satisfaction and adrenaline hit me after that burp.

I got up with effort to go to the bathroom. I hadn't seen my reflection the whole time! After knocking over and breaking several things with my weight, I tried to enter the bathroom. I had to go in sideways because I knew I wouldn't fit facing forward. Even so, I got a little stuck, but I managed to get through.

Once inside, I looked at P.J. in the mirror. I still couldn't believe I was in his body. Instinctively I touched the most noticeable thing now: this enormous ball of fat. Honestly, a rush of adrenaline started running through me. I had no restrictions now. My dad? He was with my old body. Who was going to stop me from doing whatever I wanted?

So I took off my clothes with great effort. I realized P.J. had a huge pair of underwear. I could have used them as a blanket before! Then I looked at myself completely naked in the mirror. My eyes went straight to my belly, since P.J.'s intimate area was covered by the size of his gut. This belly is huge! I couldn't see my whole body because of the mirror size, but I could perfectly see my enormous belly. How could P.J. let himself go like this?

With both hands I tried to lift it like a sack of potatoes, but I didn't have enough strength and I let my belly drop. Then my whole body shook when I released it. And when I say whole, I mean everything. I literally felt like a piece of jelly. I started looking at my entire body in the mirror. It was fucking huge! I started patting my stomach, lifting and moving my belly until at one point I let out a loud burp: BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP!

I kept lifting my belly up in the mirror when I noticed something peculiar: I had just seen P.J.'s dick. It was genuinely very tiny from what I saw in the mirror, and it was erect. Even if I wanted to deny it, the adrenaline of being in this foreign body and, above all, having this huge, fat belly, got me really horny.

I continued exploring how big my belly was. I stuck a finger in my navel and it was genuinely deep. I also rested my belly on the sink. The truth was I was already getting tired just from standing.

I grabbed my belly with both hands and touched my entire stomach while watching P.J. in the bathroom mirror touching every pound of his belly, shaking it in front of the mirror. It felt like a ball of jelly that trembled with every movement. I touched every roll, every love handle, and every pound, running my hands over my belly and touching every inch.

I turned around just to see my ass. Enormous, honestly. It felt like two jellies on my backside. I started slapping them hard just to feel my body bounce. With a smile I started spanking my ass in the mirror. The slaps sounded louder and louder. I spanked myself with all my strength and felt nothing because of all the fat on my body.

I was in total madness. I started spanking my fat ass in the mirror, rubbing, moving, and grabbing every pound of my belly like crazy. I felt every roll and every part of my gut. In the middle of my frenzy I felt something thick running down my fat thigh. I knew it was cum. Had I cum involuntarily because I was so turned on? Oh wow, that had never happened in my old body.

I looked at P.J.'s huge underwear lying on the floor. Fuck, it was genuinely enormous. I picked it up and measured it. Was I really this wide now? That turned me on even more.

My belly suddenly growled. I felt a cramp and a long, smelly fart spread my ass cheeks: PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFT. Before I would have been embarrassed to let out a fart like that, but now I could do whatever I wanted. I felt full but hungry at the same time. It was so weird.

After a while, I ended up panting, drooling, with one hand grabbing my belly, lifting it to reach P.J.'s tiny dick and masturbate. I lifted my belly and squeezed it, squeezed every love handle and every pound I now had, while watching all of that in the mirror and only seeing P.J. masturbating with his obese body. I had an incredibly intense orgasm. I felt P.J.'s fat balls tighten with the powerful orgasm I had. The bathroom really smelled like cum and sweat.

After the orgasm, I let go of the belly I had lifted and started touching and grabbing it while looking at my reflection. This fat body really turned me on.

After a while of having the best orgasm of my life, I left the bathroom with difficulty and went straight back to the kitchen. There were some nice donuts waiting for me to be devoured.

Hours later, P.J. (in my body) arrived at the room and tried to explain that he had spent the whole day with my dad and had an amazing time. I should have been angry with him, but honestly I couldn't stop thinking about anything other than the orgasm I had today with his tiny dick. I wasn't mad and I gave him permission to spend time with my dad. We exchanged phones and a few other things. Neither of us really brought up the topic of how to switch back to our bodies.

And so we reached the present, 6 months later. My old body moved to the room where my dad was staying at the university and has been spending quality time with him. Although I'm no longer cool, on my part I got to know P.J.'s dad. He's really a good guy. I like that he calls me "fatso." Pete still sends money monthly for my meals. I've started eating so much since I've been in this body. Now I invite Bobby over sometimes, although I always stuff myself with food. I also bought a full-length mirror big enough to cover my huge body and masturbate in front of it. I masturbate every day in the bathroom with this enormous body and the mirror in front of me. I think Bobby doesn't notice when I do it, although maybe he's caught me once and hasn't said anything. But I don't care. Anyway, Bobby is hardly in the room in the afternoons. Sometimes Bobby sees me with my hand on my belly and jokes about it. I really don't complain. I think this belly is what I like the most and what turns me on the most about this body, so I can't help but touch it. I've even started walking around naked in front of Bobby. You can't see anything intimate because my belly covers my dick. Bobby seems to accept it too. Things have adapted quite well since the swap. I've even become cooler and more confident since I've been in P.J.'s body. I've gone out more and I'm even friends with Bradley, who I have a pretty strong crush on. But the best part is always when I get to the room, take off my clothes, stuff myself with food while shaking my huge belly, slap my ass, and look at myself in P.J.'s obese body. Whoever swapped our bodies, thank you.

The End

[hairy-bothered]

POV: You used to believe hard work was an abstraction — a number on a report, a talking point in a quarterly meeting, a slogan you could reward from above. Now it burns in your shoulders, slicks sweat down your back, and rattles through your arms as you wrestle a mountain of boxes up a wet sidewalk. The uniform clings. The dolly fights you at every crack in the pavement. Cars pass. No one looks twice. No one offers deference. For the first time in years, you are visible only as labor.

Why had you agreed to participate in the reality show CEO Swap? Sure the exposure was great for your company and you could earn pity points by feigning to give a shit about your employees, but spending a week in this manual laborers body - with his rough hands, big mustache, and dum grin is almost more than you can manage. On the plus side - he does have a horse-sized cock that you’ve had the pleasure of using on some dumb twinks you met on Grindr. Too bad you didn’t realize the cameras followed you out those nights… maybe you’ll regret this decision after all.

[kavan-vs-theworld]

Body Swap: Mr. Wolf ----> Mr piranha

Attention: This story contains body swap (fit to fat), fat worship, weight gain, feederism, masturbation, and explicitly erotic content.

Let me introduce myself. I am—or rather, I used to be—Mr. Wolf. You’ve probably heard the news about me and my incredible heists. But ever since I decided to become a “good guy,” I really let my guard down, and so did the rest of my crew. Over time, as we slowly turned into good boys, we started to relax more. Especially Mr. Piranha. Once he stopped being hyperactive all the time, he began eating a lot more and gained a noticeable amount of weight. You could say he became pretty unbearable. He distanced himself from us because he just played video games all day and hung out with Mr. Shark, who was the only one who could still tolerate him despite the constant burps and farts. Basically, Shark was the only person he talked to for a long time. Soon enough, he became extremely obese, to the point where he could barely walk. The jokes didn’t stop, of course, but he took them with his usual sense of humor.

As for me, I stayed the same—hypnotized by doing good and the feeling it brought. If only I hadn’t turned into a good guy, none of what I’m about to tell you would have happened.

I had been suspicious for a while that **Professor Marmalade** was planning something. There was something in his dumb look that made me distrust him, and I was right. He framed us for a robbery he had orchestrated himself. He used us to get his hands on a meteorite with energy capable of doing anything. Worst of all, everyone thinks we stole it. And even worse, he wants to use the meteorite to rob the biggest gold bank in the city. We were arrested, but my team and I managed to escape. After a long and intense discussion, we concluded that despite our differences, we had to stop him, return the meteorite, and infiltrate that bastard’s base. What I didn’t count on was that he was waiting for us.

The next thing I knew, I was tied to a chair in **Professor Marmalade**’s lair. It felt like I had slept for days. Behind me, also tied up, was Mr. Piranha. Apparently we had been intercepted by **Professor Marmalade**’s henchmen. The others escaped—except for me (because I didn’t notice in time) and Mr. Piranha (because of his morbid obesity).

So there I was, tied up next to my fat, obese, and smelly partner. Then **Professor Marmalade** stepped in front of us, staring straight at me while I could feel the heat from my partner’s body behind me.

“Well, I think I should explain what’s going to happen next,” **Professor Marmalade** said, looking at me. “You, Mr. Wolf, did everything perfectly so I could get this meteorite. Why don’t you try out what it’s capable of? Don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you. I just want to have a little fun.”

One of the machines in his lair started moving—a giant device shaped like an enormous gun that used the meteorite as a power source. It aimed directly at both of us and began charging. I swallowed hard, thinking about all the things it could do. Suddenly, the weapon fired a blue beam at us. Everything went blurry, and I passed out, still tied to the chair.

When I woke up, my vision was still blurry and I didn’t understand what had happened. Then I realized I wasn’t in my chair—or at least the chair wasn’t in the same position. Suddenly I felt incredibly heavy, as if I had eaten a whole pizza. When I finally regained consciousness, I realized I was GREEN and, even worse, I had a massive gut where my stomach used to be flat. I looked at my hands and understood what had happened. I WASN’T IN MY BODY! I thought it was a joke, so I touched the huge belly I now had with my hand, and my fear became reality. This wasn’t my body—it was the obese Mr. Piranha’s! I felt so strange, and seconds later I saw my own body standing in front of me.

After recovering from the shock, Mr. Piranha (in my body) explained that **Professor Marmalade** had swapped our bodies so we couldn’t interfere with his plan to rob the gold bank. Still wanting to help, I told him we should go stop him. My team was probably there, and we needed to assist them. But when I tried to stand up, I couldn’t. My old body watched me struggling to get out of the chair (without success). After several failed attempts and some typical Mr. Piranha jokes and laughter, he helped me up. I felt so ashamed and humiliated to be this size.

Once I had my balance, I tried to take a step but immediately fell back on my ass because I didn’t know how to handle all the extra pounds Mr. Piranha had. I felt all the fat on my body jiggle—his enormous belly, thighs, and even his ass shook. I still couldn’t believe how fat I was now. How did Piranha even live like this? How did he walk like this? Anyway, after several embarrassing attempts to stand up, I suggested that he go help my team in my body, and then come back to explain the situation to everyone and reverse the swap. Full of energy, he agreed and ran out, jumping around excitedly. I even noticed that the huge piece of meat between my old legs was erect. It seemed like he was really enjoying being in my body. It didn’t bother me because this was temporary. He’d get the others and we’d fix this… right?

I tried to get up from the floor, but this enormous ball of fat in front of me wasn’t easy to manage. I felt pretty weak. “Oh great,” I thought sarcastically as I looked at the massive gut I now had. Then I started touching it—first with disbelief, then with amazement. It was so big and soft. I began kneading it with my hands. It was enormous. I touched every roll on this body. Every inch had fat. I tried to reach my belly button—I had always been curious how deep it was. Unfortunately, my gut blocked my arm. I felt every centimeter of this body. It was still surreal going from a slim wolf to an obese, gluttonous piranha.

Speaking of eating, I felt extremely hungry and at the same time like I had already eaten at three buffets. Suddenly, something came out of me without permission—**BUUUUUUUURP**—a huge burp escaped. It scared me. Seeing myself there on the floor, without control of my body, with my belly reaching the ground, I felt so humiliated… and a little aroused by the situation. I don’t even know why. Mr. Piranha had never attracted me, but I felt excited. Then I started touching Mr. Piranha’s ass. It was ENORMOUS, though my belly was even bigger. I touched it; it was just as soft and fatty as the rest of the body. I kept touching my belly in disbelief—so soft and huge.

After a while of obsessively touching this body, still not fully believing what was happening, quite some time had passed since my old body left. I decided to try standing up. I leaned on the chair I had fallen near and put all my effort into getting up. With one hand on the chair and the other grabbing my belly as best I could, I miraculously managed to stand and find my balance. I tried to take a step but felt like I would fall at any moment. I could see the enormous belly I had. With both hands I started shaking it, grabbing the rolls on the sides and trying to wrap my arms around as much fat as possible. I gave my belly little pats, occasionally letting out a loud burp or a smelly fart. With one hand on my gut, I felt like I was condemned to feel this enormous belly forever. It was addictive touching my belly (and though I didn’t want to admit it, humiliating and arousing).

I moved on to touching my ass with one hand. I grabbed one of my huge cheeks and started spanking both of them, moaning a little involuntarily in the process. Then I realized—what am I doing? I tried to turn around to see my ass but couldn’t see much. So I started walking like a penguin, with my belly and chest leading the way. It was so weird and, as I said, kind of exciting, but I didn’t know why. Then I felt something between my chubby thighs—something that wanted to come out but was hidden. I felt Mr. Piranha’s dick rubbing against one of my thighs, and I immediately noticed the difference. It was so tiny. I used to have a huge piece of meat between my legs, and switching to this small dick left me in shock.

Fortunately, I saw someone entering the lair. It was Mr. Shark. I tried to approach with my clumsy penguin steps, but I felt a wave of embarrassment realizing I wasn’t wearing any clothes. (Mr. Piranha always went around like that because his belly covered his tiny dick.) Mr. Shark came over and asked how I was. Now that I saw Mr. Shark, he was so tall—I hadn’t realized how short I was now. I asked about the others, and what he told me left me in shock.

My old body and the rest of the team had stopped **Professor Marmalade**, but instead of my old body coming back to tell me, **he was pretending to be me!** I tried to explain to Mr. Shark.

“Hey, wait, wait—I’m not Mr. Piranha! No, no, I’m Mr. Wolf!”

Mr. Shark replied, “Huh? Bro, I just saw Mr. Piranha. Wasn’t he here with you?”

“**Professor Marmalade** swapped our bodies! I’m Mr. Wolf, but I’m stuck in this fat body.”

After processing what I said, Mr. Shark started laughing at me. “HAHAHAHAHA! For real? Sorry, sorry… How does it feel going from being the greatest thief of all time to being Mr. Piranha?”

His mockery wasn’t funny, but he was right. How had I gone from the best thief to smelling like farts and burps, with an enormous belly and a massive ass?

“Great, just help me get back to my body. Where’s Mr. Piranha now?”

Mr. Shark said, “If you mean the one in your body, he’s out there celebrating with everyone.”

I responded furiously, “When I get my hands on him, he’s a dead man.”

“Well, I don’t know how you’re going to do that when you can’t even get used to that weight. Why don’t we go home and wait for him there?” said Mr. Shark.

“Okay, okay, okay, fine,” I said, a bit frantic. I tried to walk but waddled like a penguin with all that abdominal fat hanging out. Fortunately the place wasn’t far, but walking in this body felt so exhausting. Shark had to give me chocolate bars he had saved so I could keep going.

When we entered our hideout, I saw everyone from my team except me. I immediately knew he was in my room—where else would he be? I burst in without knocking, opening the door abruptly, only to see him with **my dick** out. I confronted him while struggling to even enter the room. My own body made me wrestle just to get inside.

I said angrily, “WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”

“What? I’m just playing with what’s mine,” he said in my own attractive voice.

I have to admit that for a moment I felt excited seeing my own body, but I was desperate. “Hey, please, I want my body back. I don’t like being obese. Please tell the others to help us reverse this.”

Then my own body said: “You think I’m going to pass up this opportunity, idiot? HAHAHAHAHA! Look at this,” he said, pointing at the huge piece of meat between his legs. “You wanted to be a good guy, and apparently I’m better at it than you. Now I’m going to go receive praise for my achievements. You can keep this hideout—I won’t need it anymore. And if you’ll excuse me, they’re waiting for me to get my reward. GOODBYE, FATASS! HAHAHAHAHAHA… and good luck jerking off.” And with that, he left the hideout with everyone except Shark.

“Hey, are you okay, Mr. Wolf?” Shark asked, quite worried. But I was a mix of emotions—humiliated, finished, defeated… and though I didn’t want to admit it, excited.

Days passed and Mr. Shark started helping me adapt. I began exploring my body more. I remember being in the bathroom before showering for the first time in this body. I looked at myself in the mirror: fat, obese, with a round double chin, green skin, and an enormous ass. I spent like four hours looking at myself. I had to stand on a stool to see properly because I was so short and fat now. I kept touching my huge belly, lifting it up and putting things on the sink to feel how my gut rested on top of them. I loved how my body moved like jelly with every movement, how I was hungry every second, and how hard walking was because of my weight. I touched my belly from every angle, every roll and every fold. I patted it, hoping for a burp or a loud fart. I grabbed it with one hand, then both hands. I lifted it, shook it, felt every extra pound. I think what excites me most about this body is my fat, food-filled belly.

I remember turning around and seeing my ass — big, fat, and full of blubber just like my belly. I started touching both cheeks; they were bigger than my hands. Even so, my belly was still the biggest part of me. I felt the urge to masturbate. It was strange. For some reason, I had been getting aroused by this body ever since we swapped, even though it embarrassed me to admit it. I had never wanted to be fat or anything like that before, but here it was something weird — I was getting turned on by how big I was. I sat on the toilet, spread my chubby legs, lifted my belly with one hand and held it up, but I still couldn’t reach. I had to lift it with both hands, but I couldn’t masturbate. Just the sensation of holding my own massive belly was almost making me cum right there. I was too excited and had to take desperate measures and go to Mr. Shark. Before the swap we had always had a good relationship, though what I was about to ask him was crazy.

I entered Mr. Shark’s room. He looked at me strangely.

“I-I-I wanted to ask you something… I really can’t hold it in anymore…”

As if he could read my mind, he said, “I didn’t expect you to ask so soon, but I’ve been missing this. I guess whoever’s in that body inevitably has this problem.” Then he made me sit down. With his big hands he spread my chubby thighs. I lifted the enormous ball of fat with my arms while he crouched down. With two fingers he started stroking my dick. My fat jiggled side to side as I held it. On impulse I let out a huge burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. I was embarrassed until I realized he was used to it. It seemed like he was enjoying it too, because I noticed he was masturbating as well. The whole scene was humiliating and arousing in every way. I was so fat I had to ask for help to jerk off. Suddenly I felt Mr. Shark’s face go under my belly and start sucking my dick. I didn’t expect that and let go of my belly with both hands, trapping him underneath. It seemed to excite him even more as I saw his arm moving faster on his own member.

I can’t describe the feeling of my belly shaking to the rhythm of his sucking. It was so exciting to feel that I needed help for this and to feel my belly and ass jiggling like jelly the whole time. Finally I came in his mouth. For him it was probably just like a lollipop or a candy. For me it was an orgasm I had never felt before, and my belly celebrated it with another involuntary burp—**BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP**. It was incredible.

The months passed and things got better. I got aroused by my own obese body every day. I let myself go and started living the life of a fat guy. Mr. Shark feeds me while I laze around watching TV or playing games. I’ve gotten really good at playing on Mr. Piranha’s console. Well… my console now. Though I’ve noticed he’s been giving me more and more food, but I don’t complain. It’s also showing on my figure—I look a bit fatter than I already was. Even my belly is bigger (it turns me on so much to say that). Almost every day ends with him jerking me off and feeding me so I don’t lose any calories. Sometimes I see my old body on television receiving awards and being famous, but I don’t care anymore. I really like the obese life I have now. It’s incredible.