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@majinalex
POV: You’re trapped in the body he left behind. You still remember the moment you saw your own face looking back at you from across the locker room, smiling with someone else behind the eyes. For a few seconds, you thought it was a prank, a breakdown, a nightmare. Then you looked down and saw the heavy stomach pressing against a sweat-dark tank top, the thick arms, the damp hair on unfamiliar legs, the unkempt mustache bristling over your lip. He had taken everything: your lean physique, your confidence, the face people flirted with before you had to say a word. All he left you was his body - overweight, hairy, tired - and his huge dick - slightly crooked, cut, with a huge head, and a circumference that would make most men blush.
Two weeks later, you are still going to the gym, because rage needs somewhere to go. This body is heavier than yours was, stubborn, always hot and slow to obey, but it is not totally useless. There is muscle under the weight. There is strength in the legs, power in the arms, a history of failed attempts that you refuse to inherit. Every crunch burns, every set feels like arguing with a life you never chose, but you keep moving because stopping would mean letting him win twice - and you want to build a body to match your new manhood.
#MPB
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POV: You kept expecting the illusion to break. Any second now, you thought, you’d wake up back in your cramped college dorm with your half-finished assignments, your cheap sneakers by the door, and your own awkward, familiar body still attached to you. Instead, you were standing here in someone else’s life - bigger, older, undeniably more masculine than you had ever imagined yourself being. The weight of the chest hair, the thick mustache, the solid breadth of your torso - none of it felt like costume. It felt real in the unsettling way dreams never do. And the strangest part was that when the man beside you smiled with those longing eyes you didn’t feel panic!
You had spent most of your life assuming you knew exactly who you were. Straight. Young. Certain, or at least certain enough not to ask too many questions. But inside this thirty-seven-year-old body, certainty had started to loosen. The other man’s hand rested against your stomach with such casual affection - you caught yourself leaning into it without thinking.
And as you looked at him - really looked at him - you realized the change hadn’t only happened in the mirror. It had happened somewhere deeper, in the space where instinct and identity blur together. You were still yourself, somehow, still carrying the voice and memories of the young man you had been that morning. But now those memories sat alongside new feelings, new comforts, new possibilities. Standing there with his smile inches from yours, you understood that losing your old body had not only dropped you into a different life. It had opened a door you had never let yourself touch.
open invitation