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[malebodyswapfiles]

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[fankkmen]

Compartiendo asiento

Me senté en el autobús y al lado mío se sentó este atractivo hombre, no lo podía soportar mucho más, tuve que saltar sobre su cuerpo y volverme él, ahora me siento tan cachondo.

Al bajarme del autobús, descubrí que este hombre era un militar porque tenia guardado este uniforme dentro de su bolsa de entrenamiento, no me veía para nada mal con el uniforme puesto.

Ya de regreso solicité que me recogiera un Uber privado, al subirme el conductor no paraba de observarme y me preguntó si podíamos desviarnos un poco de la ruta, yo ya sabía sus intenciones, nos paramos en un estacionamiento oscuro y empezamos con lo nuestro.

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[fankkmen]

Convenciendo a papá

Llevaba meses planeando este viaje con un pequeño grupo de amigos, iba a ser uno de esos momentos inolvidables de mi vida y era indispensable obtener el permiso de mi papá.

Me tuve que esforzar mucho, subí mis calificaciones del último semestre y cumplía con todas mis tareas y deberes. Estaba seguro que así lograría el permiso de mi papá.

Ya había llegado el gran día y le expliqué a mi papá la importancia de este viaje entre amigos, pero el solo se me quedó viendo negativamente y no lo logré convencer.

Estaba abatido, pero ese sentimiento no duró mucho, en caso de no tener permiso, planee una estrategia de emergencia. La semana pasada conseguí en linea un sustrato alimenticio, que si dos personas juntas lo consumían podían cambiar mentes y con un ingrediente extra se pueden conservar las identidades originales.

Entonces después de que mi papá me negara salir con mis amigos, le ofrecí una bebida, ambas ya tenían el sustrato alimenticio, pero solo la mía tenía el ingrediente extra que me permitiría conserva mi identidad.

Ambos tomamos la bebida y funcionó, cambiamos de cuerpos, ahora soy mi papá y recuerdo absolutamente todo, por el otro lado mi papá en mi cuerpo no recuerda nada y actúa como si fuera yo. Ya estaba listo para salir.

Deje a mi hijo en casa de sus tíos mientras yo iba a festejar con mis amigos. La ventaja de ser adulto es que ahora no necesitamos pagar por caros transportes publicos, ahora nos podemos ir todos en el auto de mi papá.

Fue gracioso, que al momento de buscar a mis amigos, todos también habían intercambiado cuerpos con sus padres, al parecer este viaje será con puros adultos, algo positivo porque podemos hacer más cosas sin límites.

Por mi, fue un viaje increíble, lo volvería a repetir absolutamente todo.

[fankkmen]

¿Solo por un día?

Entras por curiosidad a los vestidores de los hombres después del gran juego. Buscabas a un jugador en especial, Tomas. Cuando lo encontraste ya sabías que era momento de lanzarle las esporas de control mental sobre él. Ahora tienes a un chico profesional heterosexual bajo tu control.

Sabes que Tomás es muy codiciado tanto por chicas como chicos, entonces le das ordenes a Tomás de grabar algunos vídeos exclusivos para que luego puedas cobrar por ellos. Con ese dinero puedes pagar tus mensualidades atrasadas.

Pero también tu tienes interés en Tomás, entonces le pides que el también te haga una demostración personal de todo su cuerpo, Tomas se posiciona frente a tí y empieza a flexionar sus músculos con autoridad engreída, también rebota un poco sus pectorales para tí. Parece que vives en una fantasía.

Entonces tomaste una decisión, esto no solo iba a ser de un solo día. Lo conviertes en tu nuevo y popular novio sin importar sus preferencias sexuales, por lo tanto ahora hacen contenido juntos, ambos son la envidia de toda la escuela.

[fankkmen]

Gerald el alpha

Pasaron meses desde que mi novio Gerald fue a ese viaje de auto descubrimiento, pero no es uno de esos típicos viajes o lugares de meditación o compartir sentimientos, allá donde me comentó que fue mi novio, es un sitio anónimo donde te transforman completamente en otra persona totalmente distinta.

Justo hoy concluyó ese viaje de renovación y tuve que recoger a mi novio Gerald es un punto de encuentro secreto, cuando fui a buscarlo solo ví a un hombre corpulento caminando por ahí, ¡¡ese era él!!

Se veía completamente sexy con su nuevo aspecto. Justo antes de que el se fuera, tuvimos un conversatorio profundo sobre como los dos queríamos que el luciera al regresar. Buscamos referencias con varios sujetos en cualquier red social y programamos una aplicación de avatars para construir al hombre ideal para los dos.

Ahora desde acá puedo ver el resultado de nuestra planificación juntos, Gerald se convirtio en un hombre gigante y atractivo. Cuando los dos nos vimos, me acerque a él admirando su físico y el me dejó tocar sus masivos y peludos biceps.

Era tan caliente ver a Gerald tan dominante ante mí, tras insinuar que fuéramos los dos a un lugar más privado al fondo del bosque, lo seguí sin cuestionar, incluso desde atrás se ve que tiene una espalda grande y tonificada con un abdomen peludo y suave para abrazar.

Al estar seguros sin ningún otra persona en los alrededores, Gerald me permitió conocer su nuevo cuerpo en todo su esplendor, me encanta su nuevo él, la barba con lentes y esos músculos me mantienen hipnotizado. Gerald se transformó en el hombre varonil que siempre quiso ser y en mi hombre favorito con todos los rasgos que me atraen.

Ya casa nos pusimos más cómodos, ya era hora de recuperar los meses perdidos que tuvimos al estar separados. No pasó ni una sola hora para que Gerald empezará a volverse a desvestir para presumirme su increíble cuerpo y hacer travesuras sexuales conmigo, ver su cuerpo lleno de vello me deja con la boca abierta además de someterme con su fuerza de macho alfa.

[permanent-trade]

Sampling (Pt. 1)

I was running my thumb along the gasket seal for probably the hundredth time when Lawrence walked back into Room 4-B with two coffees.

"Still here?" he asked, setting mine on the console. "Chen left an hour ago. Said his eyes were starting to hurt from looking at the sequencing logs so long."

I didn't look up. "Someone's gotta make sure this thing doesn't leak."

Behind me, the machine took up most of the back wall. Eight feet of brushed steel and tempered glass, with the watertight tube running vertical through the center like a coffin built for a giant. Or a cocoon. Seven years of schematics and blown fuses and arguments about gas mixtures, and now it was just… there. Finished. Real.

Lawrence leaned against the console, sipping his coffee. "You know what Chen told me? The board's decided on a name for the machine: Mosaic. Like we're making art instead of rewriting people's DNA."

I straightened up and took the cup. It was lukewarm. "They can call it whatever they want. As long as they keep paying us and keeping it out of the press."

That was the other thing. Helix Core had buried our team deep in their black budget. No papers, no conferences, no hints at symposiums. Just NDAs thick enough to stop a bullet.

I moved over to the other side of the machine and began to clean what we'd come to call the "sequencer."

The machine needed a complete genetic blueprint to work with, and after years of dead ends, Chen figured out that semen carried the right markers—something about motility patterns and epigenetic tagging that I still didn't fully understand despite writing half the code. A small sample, fed into the sequencer, and the machine rewrote every cell in your body to match the donor. Bone structure, muscle density, hairline, the whole thing.

But that meant we could only turn test subjects into males. That was the wall we'd hit. Blood, saliva, skin cells—none of them held the full pattern in a way the machine could read.

The early human trials still haunted us. Subject 3—Marcus Webb from security—wanted to look like his brother-in-law, some fitness model. We put him in the tube, ran the sequence, and when he stepped out, he was neither himself nor the target. His nose was crooked like the model's but wide like his own. His eyes were the right color but set at his original spacing. His hair came in patchy, two textures fighting on one scalp. Not deformed. Just merged. When we tried to reverse him using the sample we'd banked beforehand, we could not change him back. He took the payout and signed the extra NDA.

All I knew was that six months ago, Chen figured out the secondary phase. Two minutes at lower temperature, letting the new markers fully overwrite the old without residual expression. Since then, four alpha tests. All clean, complete transformations, and reversals that brought them back exactly as they were.

Lawrence had cried after the last one. Just stood there in the observation room, saying "We did it, Raf. We actually did it" while tears ran down his face.

Now the lab was quiet. Just the hum of the ventilation and the faint warmth radiating from the machine's standby lights.

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I was calibrating the thermal sensors when Lawrence came back from his lunch break with a specimen cup in a brown paper bag, looking like he'd just won the lottery and committed a crime at the same time.

"You're not gonna believe this," he said, setting the bag on the counter like it was made of glass.

I turned from the console. "You got it?"

"Got it." He pulled out the cup—clear plastic, properly sealed, labeled with a sharpie that read M. Torres - 8/14 in Mike's looping handwriting. "Drove out to his apartment. Place was exactly what you'd expect. LED strips everywhere, a ring light in the living room, dirty cum-stained laundry everywhere, protein powder stacked in the kitchen."

I took the cup, holding it up to the light. "And he just… gave it to you? No questions asked?"

Lawrence leaned against the counter, running a hand through his thinning hair. We'd all been losing it lately—stress, probably, or just the years catching up. Chen was basically bald now. I kept mine cropped short to hide the retreat.

"Oh, he had questions," Lawrence said. "Mostly about what I'd look like. Whether I'd get his memories, his voice, the whole thing. I showed him the alpha test videos and he got this look in his eye. Like he was already seeing himself twice."

"And was he being serious about the other thing?"

Lawrence's cheeks flushed. I'd known him six years and I'd never seen him blush like that. "Yeah. That."

He'd told me over beers last week. Mike Torres, local OnlyFans creator, thirty-four years old, built like he'd been carved from stone, with a smile that made Lawrence's voice go tight when he described it. Half a million followers. A subscription base that probably paid more annually than our entire lab budget.

Mike's terms were simple: Lawrence could become a perfect copy of him. But once the transformation was complete, the real Mike wanted to be able to fuck his own duplicate. Wanted to know what his ass felt like from the inside, wanted to watch his own face contort when he came—not through a camera lens but in real time, face to face.

"What a conceited asshole," I'd said, and Lawrence had laughed, knocking his beer against mine.

"Total narcissist," he agreed. But his eyes were bright in a way I recognized.

Now, in the lab, I set Mike's sample in the intake chamber and sealed it. The machine hummed to life, running its preliminary scan. Green lights chased across the status panel.

"You stored your own sample to be able to transition back?" I asked.

"Yes, yesterday." Lawrence nodded toward the cryo-storage unit in the corner, where his sample sat in its vacuum flask, labeled and logged.

I pulled up the sequence on the main screen. Mike's genetic profile bloomed across the monitor.

"You're sure?" I asked.

Lawrence looked at the tube. The glass was clear, waiting. "I'm sixty-three, Raf. I have a dad bod and a receding hairline and I haven't been touched in ten years. Mike gets paid to be jerked off to. I'm not saying it's deep. I'm just saying…" He shrugged. "I want to know what that feels like. Even for a day."

I didn't have anything to say to that. I just entered the command sequence and opened the tube door.

The interior was narrow, built for one body standing upright. Lawrence stripped down to his boxers—modesty, even now—and stepped inside. The restraints were soft, magnetic, clicking into place around his wrists and ankles. He'd watched this a dozen times from the observation room. Now he was the view.

I sealed the door and returned to the console. "Initiating sequence. Subject: Lawrence Voss. Target: Michael Torres. Sample verified."

"Here we go," Lawrence said, his voice slightly muffled through the glass.

I hit execute.

The base of the tube pressurized with a hiss. Then the liquid began pumping in from the reservoir below—cloudy, white, thick with suspended enzymes. CRISPR-Cas complexes and RNA transcripts copied directly from Mike's semen, billions of molecular editors waiting for a body to rebuild. It rose fast, covering Lawrence's feet, his calves, his knees. He shivered as it hit his waist.

"Temperature's good," I called out, watching the readouts. "You're doing fine."

"Feels like…" Lawrence's voice was strange, distant. "Like static. Everywhere."

The liquid kept rising. Thirty-six inches. Forty. It lapped at his chest, then his shoulders, and finally submerged his chin. I watched him take a final breath and close his mouth as the surface closed over his head. For a moment he was just a shape in the white, limbs faint and ghostly behind the clouded glass.

Then the sequencing lights kicked in—blue, pulsing in waves through the fluid—and Lawrence's body began to change.

The process took about two hours. I sat in the hard plastic chair by the observation window and watched Lawrence's silhouette shift behind the clouded glass.

You could see it happening—subtle at first, then impossible to miss. His shoulders broadening, pressing against the restraints until the magnets adjusted. His torso lengthening slightly, the spine realigning with soft pops I could hear even through the seal. The hair on his head darkening, thickening, creeping down to frame a jawline that was cutting itself sharper with every pulse of the blue lights. His hands twitched at his sides, fingers spasming as the bones restructured themselves, growing longer, more elegant.

I checked the vitals every ten minutes. Heart rate elevated but stable. Brain activity showing the semi-conscious state we'd observed in the alphas—aware enough to breathe, to stay upright, but deep enough not to panic as his body dissolved and rebuilt itself cell by cell.

The solution stayed cloudy, thick enough with suspended enzymes that you caught impressions rather than details. A flash of abdominal muscle tightening. The shadow of a hip bone rising. The vague outline of a cock thickening, reshaping, settling into new proportions.

I got up to piss and then refill my coffee, though it sat cold and untouched on the console. Mostly I just watched.

Around the ninety-minute mark, the pulsing stopped. The blue lights held steady, then faded to a soft amber. The machine was running its final verification, checking every marker against the source sample. I pulled up the readout. Genetic match: 99.7%. Expression fidelity: 98.9%. The remaining variance was within acceptable parameters—environmental factors, epigenetic drift, the stuff that made a clone a person rather than a puppet.

Then the drain cycle started. The cloudy liquid receded, revealing Lawrence inch by inch.

It was Mike. Undeniably, completely Mike. The thick dark hair across his pecs, trimmed and styled exactly the way it appeared in his videos. The abs, six distinct ridges with that perfect shadowed valley down the center. The shoulders, broad and capped with muscle that flexed as he stirred back to consciousness. His face—sharper than Lawrence's had ever been, younger by a solid twenty-five years.

The tube chimed. The door unlocked with a hiss of equalizing pressure.

Lawrence—Mike—whoever he was now—stumbled forward. I caught him by the shoulders. His skin was warm, slightly tacky from the residual solution, and I felt the muscle beneath my palms shift as he found his balance. He was the same height Lawrence had been, but maybe just built differently—denser. The body of a man who worked out for a living rather than one who sat at consoles.

"Raf?" His voice was wrong. Deeper than Lawrence's, with a slight rasp that caught in his throat. He touched his own face, fingers tracing the unfamiliar planes. "Holy shit. Holy shit."

I handed him a towel. He dried himself automatically, still staring at his hands, his arms, the dark hair trailing down his stomach to where his boxers clung wet and transparent. He was hard—half-hard, anyway, the outline of Mike's cock pressing against the fabric in a shape that made me look away fast.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

He laughed, and it was Mike's laugh too. Confident, slightly mocking. "Like I could bench press you. Like I need to eat about four thousand calories immediately." He ran his hands down his torso, palms flat against the abs, the pecs, the trail of hair I'd admired from the observation screen. "This is insane. This is actually insane."

I pulled up the full-body scan on the tablet. "No anomalies. Genetic markers match the sample within parameters. You're… you're him, Lawrence. You're Mike Torres."

He looked at me then, and something flickered in his eyes—Mike's eyes, dark and long-lashed, but with Lawrence's expression behind them. Wonder. Fear. Hunger.

After he left to shower and change—moving with a new swagger in his hips, unconsciously adjusting to a center of gravity that wasn't his—I sat alone in the lab.

The machine stood behind me, silent and ready.

I pulled up the secure directory on my personal tablet. Scrolled past Mike's file, past the alpha subjects, past Lawrence's logged sample waiting in cryo-storage.

Found the folder I'd created three years ago. Untouched since. Labeled only with initials.

I'd been thinking about it since the first successful rat trial. Since I understood what this machine could really do. Not transformation as novelty. Not copying some OnlyFans guy. But becoming someone I'd always longed to be.

The folder opened. A photo filled the screen.

I'd been patient. Professional. Waiting for the machine to be ready.

Now it was.

I closed the folder and powered down the tablet. The lab was quiet except for the ventilation and the faint residual warmth from Lawrence's transformation.

Soon, I thought. My turn.

To be continued.

[fatmensex-deactivated20170522]

[rotguttheclown-deactivated20250]

He’d be in for a surprise when he woke up and discovered he had become massively obese overnight. Even stranger it would seem it was always this way. Everyone he’d know would think he’d always been like this. All photos of himself would change to show his heavier figure. His fridge would be well stocked to accommodate his newfound appetite. And he’d be the only one left remembering who he used to be, but unable to do anything about it. He’d be a fat slob from now on.

[immortalmrwavell]

what are your thoughts on time travel tfs? I always find it fun to have someone become someone of the time period they're sent to and then made to believe that's their native time. makes the tf sequences very interesting and a lot more magical.

I’m really into the idea of mixing time travel with tf and body swapping. It’s always something I’ve found particularly fun to read. It really does add that extra element to a story by throwing the main character not only into an unfamiliar body but also an entire era they’re unfamiliar with too.

In theory it’s something I’d like to explore more. Whether it be going back just a few decades to the 60s 70s or 80s. Or going back significantly further to more historical times very much unlike the times we live in now. The only problem is that history was always one of my worst subjects hahah! My worry would be that I’d get a lot of things wrong about whatever time period I’m writing about. Im not saying I couldn’t do it. It would just take a lot of time for me to research and make sure everything is correct because I’d hate to later find out that I’d made a mistake about whatever era I was writing for.

But that’s not to say I won’t give it a go! Like I said it’s still a very fun and interesting idea to mess around with so it’s not out of the question.

[infinitebodies-tf]

It’s supposed to be a quick 5 minute test. If Ned can figure out mind swapping it’ll be a huge scientific breakthrough!

What happens when he gets a taste of life on the tall, dark, and handsome side, and doesn’t want to swap back 💪🏾🍆🤭

[under-new-management]

[infinitebodies-tf]

When one brother has all the height, magic helps him truly stand tall!

[infinitebodies-tf]

Need to fit in at Bear Weekend?🐻 💪🏾

Your boyfriend has just the spell to help you look the part.

Now you’re packing more beef than anyone at the venue can handle 😈

[infinitebodies-tf]

Kai knew he wanted to possess this massive hairy hunk! The question was how to get inside…😈

Kai shrinks himself and hitches a ride in Kevin’s gym bag. Once the huge bodybuilder is out cold, he makes his move! 🏃‍♂️

Kevin, now under Kai’s control, takes stock of his impressive new body 💪🏾 and starts downloading the apps to plan a new life of unlimited hookups ✌🏾🍆🔥

[aindomen]

Lo kebangun dan pantat lo kerasa banget nyerinya, dan lo heran karena sepanjang malem kayaknya lo yang nge-top si Irfan. Mata lo terbelalak saat lo buka mata dan ngeliat badan lo sendiri ada di pojok ruangan udah pake celana pendek lo dan senyum lebar banget kayak dia yang kesenengan lo udah bangun

"Hey man, sumpah semalem asik banget sih. Thanks ya, ini gue udah mau workout pagi dulu sebelum kelas. Lo istirahat dulu gih, gak ada kelas kan lo hari ini? Lumayan kan kalau besok baru keluar kamar seenggaknya jalan lo udah bakal mendingan,"

Lo cuma bisa tertegun heran saat dia pake jersey lo dan ngeluyur keluar aja dengan entengnya ngebawa tas lo dan seakan seluruh hidup yang lo kenal menjauh dari genggaman lo setiap meternya yang dia ambil....

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You feel that your asshole and back incredibly sore after last night's fucking, which is weird because clearly you're the one topping Irfan. But then your eyes goes wide as you witness your impostor looked at you with a wild, confident smug smile wearing your shorts

"Hey, you're finally awake! Last night was crazy, now I'm heading out to the gym ya, you said you have no class today, right? Well, a day rest so you don't have to walk funny this week then, aight see ya!"

You are stunned beyond belief, watching your impostor carrying your life away from your grasp with every stride he takes, and you don't even stop him.....

[unexpected-possessions]

Recording a video for his friends after getting his rich stepdad...

[unexpected-possessions]

[unexpected-possessions]