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Male possession fan, and maybe male body swap too. I'm looking forward to receiving story requests, don't be shy.

[hillwilliesnrednex]

[gpossessions-deactivated2024040]

Hey champ, what’s it gonna take to let me, the ghost of your 48 year old uncle, into that nice hunky bod you got there? I’ve been trying bone my smoking hot mail man, and I have a feeling a horny college age jock is just the ticket to getting in his pants and between his thighs. I can see your mouths hanging open, I’ll take that as a yes. See you on the other side, can’t wait to take our new body for a ride!!

[malevessel]

Since it’s Pride Month, I’d love to hear your stories and experiences regarding whether you’ve directly suffered a homophobic attack that changed your life. I’d love for you to feel comfortable reaching out to me privately to talk about it.

[malevessel]

Dm me for body swap roleplay, possession roleplay, or just to chat! Don’t be shy.

[raxero-malemetamorph]

Missing PE Credis – The Wrestler

With summer break on horizon I have decided to create trilogy about college sports. We are starting with everybody's favourite, the wrestling. If you have other sport you want to have story about, type it to the comments. Also, as you may know, I created an account on Ko-Fi. If you like this or any of my other stores. You can tip me there.

The office smelled of stale coffee, wintergreen liniment, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of raw testosterone.

Johny stood just inside the door, nervously clutching the straps of his oversized backpack. Short, with a thin, angular frame and a perpetually shy demeanor, he looked like the academic nerd who spent his life buried in library basements rather than athletic halls. He was decidedly not an athlete.

Behind the heavy oak desk sat Coach Marcus. The man was a mountain. He was mature, ruggedly handsome, and built like a literal bear – tall, dense muscle, broad shoulders that stretched his polo shirt to its absolute limit, and a huge chest that surged forward with every breath. He projected an aura of absolute dominance.

Coach looked up from a file, his deep voice vibrating through the room. "Have a seat, Johny."

Johny swallowed hard, remaining standing. "Is something wrong with my academic standing, Coach?"

"Not your academics," Coach rumbled, a slow, knowing smile spread across his handsome face. "But you're short on your physical education credits. It's mandatory for graduation. A lot of you high-IQ guys forget about the body while feeding the brain. But I have a way you can fix it. Right now." Coach reached into a sports bag on his desk and pulled out a spandex wrestling singlet. It was vibrant red with deep blue stripes running down the sides. He held it out. Johny looked at the skimpy piece of fabric, his face flushing a bright, nervous crimson.

"Coach, I don't think..." Johny stammered.

"I need you, Johny," Coach interrupted, his eyes locking onto the younger man with an intense, heavy gaze. "My best wrestler, Dane Mercer, just dropped out of tonight's intercollegiate match."

Johny’s eyes widened behind his invisible anxiety. "Dane Mercer? As Dane 'The Anvil' Mercer? Coach, he’s a beast! He competes in the heaviest weight class. How could I ever replace him? I weigh next to nothing."

Coach stood up, towering over Johny, casting a massive shadow. He placed a heavy, warm hand on Johny’s shoulder, sending an unexpected spark of heat straight down the boy's spine. "Don't worry about that. You can handle it. Go to the locker room, put it on. The match is about to start. Trust me." Dazed, Johny took the singlet and retreated to the locker room. He pulled off his baggy hoodie and jeans, feeling acutely vulnerable in the chill air. He stepped into the wrestling boots and pulled the red singlet up over his thin shoulders. The fabric hung loose, sagging against his flat chest and slender thighs. The boots felt like clunky buckets on his feet. He looked down at himself, feeling utterly ridiculous, his mind racing with panic about the humiliation awaiting him on the mat.

Then, a strange, suffocating heat flared in the center of his chest.

Johny gasped, clutching his stomach as a sudden, violent surge of raw energy ripped through his veins, hot as liquid fire. His vision blurred, the sterile grey tiles of the locker room swirling into streaks of light and shadow.

Thump. Thump. His heart hammered against his ribs like a heavy war drum, echoing in his ears, drowning out the distant ambient noise of the gym. It wasn't just a pulse; it felt like an engine turning over, pumping something potent, thick, and unfamiliar through his entire body.

Suddenly, the floor seemed to drop away as profound dizziness took hold. Johny gasped as his narrow, boyish skeletal frame began to violently stretch. It started with a deep, internal ache in his marrow. His joints popped, clicking loudly in the quiet room as his bones lengthened at an impossible speed. He watched, terrified yet mesmerized, as the lockers appeared to shrink around him. He was shooting upward, his perspective shifting rapidly as his head rose higher and higher toward the ceiling tiles, forcing him to look down at surroundings that suddenly felt incredibly small. He kept growing until he finally stabilized, a towering, giant shadow of his former self, looking down from a staggering new height.

Before he could even fully process this vertigo-inducing vertical growth, his flesh began to swell, responding to the immense new skeletal frame. It started as a deep, primal ache, a stretching of tissue that quickly turned into an intoxicating rush of fullness. Beneath the loose crimson spandex, his once non-existent muscles began to balloon with explosive power. Lean, sharply defined lines carved themselves into his torso, but they didn't stay slender for long; they were immediately buried under thick, dense slabs of hyper-masculine mass that seemed to pack themselves onto his frame by the second.

His collarbones elongated, forcing his shoulders out into a massive, wide V-shape that completely redefined his silhouette. His chest erupted outward, expanding exponentially to form huge, thick pecs that pushed hard against the thin fabric of the singlet until the seams groaned and cried out under the strain. Down his arms, the transformation was just as fierce. His biceps surged, knotting into hard, heavy peaks of solid muscle that flexed instinctively. Below his waist, his slender legs exploded with new mass; his thighs thickened into powerful, solid trunks, packed with heavy muscle that filled out the wrestling boots perfectly, stretching the leather until it gripped his ankles with absolute, unyielding support.

The singlet was no longer baggy. It was stretched to its absolute limit, plastered tight against his massive, muscular body, highlighting the absurd thickness of his new physique. He was a heavyweight titan.

Then sharp short headache hit him. His head started to feel different. He reached up, his large, newly calloused hand brushing against his hair. The floppy, unkempt nerd strands were gone, replaced by a sharp, aggressive, clean-cut fade. His hand slid down to his face, his fingers tracing a massive transformation—his soft, receded jawline had hardened into a heavy, square, ultra-masculine chin, thick and rock-solid.

But the physical transformation was only half of it. Inside his brain, something was being rewritten. The anxious thoughts, the library catalog numbers, the complex mathematical formulas – they were violently overwritten, burned away by a flood of pure, unadulterated adrenaline. In their place rushed an instinctive, flawless understanding of leverage, takedowns, pins, and physical dominance. His shy, submissive nature vanished entirely, evaporated by a sudden, intoxicating rush of supreme confidence.

He didn't feel like Johny the nerd anymore. He felt like a god. A cocky, dominant alpha predator.

A slow, arrogant smile spread across his newly chiseled face. He flexed his massive arms, feeling the terrifying, raw power coiling tightly in his chest. He looked down at his tightly clad, hyper-masculine body, his chest heaving with anticipation.

He knew exactly what he was going to do to his opponent out there. He knew how he was going to dominate him, pin him to the mat, and hear the crowd roar his name. Tonight's tournament wasn't going to be a disaster. It was going to be pure, thrilling fun.

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[mrhexumtfs]

Monotony wasn't something you were bothered by. On the contrary, a life consisting mostly of repetition felt rather comfortable and safe. But, as it tends to happen, such environments do produce some longing to discover what the big wide somewhere could offer.

You had just arrived home after a busy day. Classes, internship, and office work. Even if your body wasn't exhausted, your brain certainly begged for some kind of rest. It had gotten to the extreme of seeing Excel columns and formulas any time you closed your eyes.

Some relaxation was in order, pronto.

Yet, not always we get what we want. Relaxation seemed to leave as soon as you entered. Since you had barely gotten inside when you saw them.

Brownies. On your kitchen counter. With a note next to it saying from which store it was: Mr. Hexum's pastry shop. And while you had ordered from said store, you didn't remember receiving the brownies themselves. So exactly why were they there, unpacked? You certainly hadn't done this. And there wasn't anyone else that could.

Right?

Getting closer you inspected the brownies. They smelled like chocolate. And something else, of which you couldn't really be precise about. Something so appealing, so mouth watering, you caught yourself drooling. Embarrassed, you cleaned the saliva with the back of your hand. Normally you weren't like this. You were disciplined! This was completely out of character.

Yet, this momentary setback hadn't diminished in any way your temptation. At all. You had already forgotten you were supposed to be wary of the brownies. If they were this appealing, obviously they couldn't be bad... Hopefully.

You took one. Eating it wouldn't hurt, right? There was nothing to be afraid of...

Never had you been so relaxed as when you tasted it. Sweet just in the perfect measure, with the slight hint of bitterness that balanced and enhanced the sweetness. And, there was something herbal about the aftertaste. Nothing invasive, it was so subtle missing it would be easy. But you had noticed it. It was the best part. It made everything feel even better, somehow.

Still, you couldn't figure why your brownies would have such an aftertaste, however. Alas! It was pleasant, so incredibly pleasant. You not only didn't mind it, but you enjoyed it quite a lot. Could it be your new favorite taste? Most likely, you thought.

"Maybe I should rest my eyes a bit," you said with a yawn, after finishing the first brownie. Four remained untouched.

Yet moving proved a lot of effort suddenly. So, slowly, laughing at nothing, staring at the distance as if there was something there worth anyone's attention, you basically floated until reaching your own bed.

You didn't remember falling asleep.

No alarm woke you up. On the contrary, you felt the sun all over your face. With a groan, you turned around, seeking the shade to continue sleeping. But then horror struck. The sun? No alarm? What had happened?

Your phone was on the nightstand. Missed alarms. Missed calls. It was 1 PM. Somehow you had slept through it all. You had missed all morning classes, and you barely had enough time to get to your internship. And that was if you got lucky on the drive there.

Running like a madman, while trying to convince yourself that missing a day of class wasn't the end of the world, you tried to get ready. Quickest shower you ever took; shaving in record time, somehow evading to cut yourself in the process; and then taking one of the suits you had prepared during the weekend.

Only that it didn't fit.

That was odd. You had stopped growing a while ago, and definitely you hadn't gain any significant weight lately. So how was this possible? Whatever the answer was, you took the suit off and tried another one. The same thing happened. You tried again, only to experience the same outcome.

With a deep breath, and with plenty of annoyance, you took off the third suit and tried to put on the same clothes as yesterday... And they didn't fit either.

Going to the full length mirror in your room, you realized why nothing was fitting. Over night, you had changed. Not much, not really that noticeable at first glance—explaining why you hadn't noticed until now —. But it was there.

You were taller. A few inches. Your shoulders were just slightly broader, your posture a few degrees straighter and cockier. The slim physique you were used to looked just a bit more filled out with muscle.

"What the...?" you asked, touching your face as you leaned towards your reflection.

Even your face was different. A bit more structured, broader. As if someone had injected you charisma overnight. It was like looking at an edited photo of yourself but in real time.

Then a text. You took your phone, still confused by all this weird changes you had no explanation for. The office where you did the internship gave you the day free. You didn't continue reading to see why.

Well... That's handy, isn't it? You thought, trembling as you sat in your bed. It didn't feel right, specially when you has missed your classes. Suddenly the world was upside down, and you didn't know what to do.

It seemed ridiculous to think you had ruined your life but... Why did it feel like that was the case? You just... Would have never done something like this. You didn't feel like yourself at all.

On the other hand... Maybe this wasn't so bad. You were pretty tired from doing so much work, barely stopping unless you had no choice but to. Wouldn't it be nice to just... Rest? Chill for today? It wasn't like you were going to throw your future to the trash because you had one free day to do nothing... Even if it felt that way.

Putting on something more comfortable—some exercising clothes that were too big for you yesterday, but now fit perfectly, that you had gotten on a unlucky online purchase—, you went to the kitchen. After your stomach rumbled, you took another brownie and ate it.

Somehow it tasted even better than yesterday. Probably because the herbal taste was even more intense. It was just so good. Made you feel so free and relaxed...

While this would have been a perfect opportunity to study, or try to help yourself with improving at work, there was an itch in you to do something entirely different. And so, you soon found yourself at the nearest gym. Something called you to it.

Before today you really hadn't worked out much. There was little need for it, and your time was already accounted for more important things. Studying, talking with teachers, your internship, networking... In a way, this was you reclaiming the freedom your had lost to your obligations. It wouldn't hurt to go to the gym, would it? It was healthy and all... Just a place to disconnect your brain and let your body do everything it needed to do...

A rest for the brain and a workout for the body. The opposite of your usual day, where you sat all day and used your mind endlessly.

It was already sunset when you remembered to check the time. You had worked out all afternoon. Completely covered in sweat, and somehow barely tired. It didn't make sense, you had used every machine the gym offered. For a novice you should be begging to go to bed. Yet, you felt you could continue going for hours.

Shaking your head, you decided to go to the showers. You took off your tank top, feeling the need to stupidly putting it over your head. Was it funny? Normally you would say no, yet now you couldn't help but chuckle... You never were this ridiculous. Always too self conscious. This was what freedom was all about, bro!

Something made you stop dead. Your reflection... It wasn't you. Well, it was, but it had changed so much compared to who you were yesterday...

Taller, hairier, more handsome. With clear muscle mass you certainly shouldn't have been able to produce on a singular day. There was still some essence of who you used to be, but it was barely there. Even you had trouble recognizing yourself.

I look good, damn... Despite knowing this was bad, that you should be panicking, your mind was as serene as a still lake. It was hard to be mad about this involuntary transformation when you were turning out so hot. Literally getting all the benefits of working out without the need of putting so much of the effort...

Why did you need to be so disciplined at everything? Why couldn't just relax a bit? Be free... Be free of all responsibilities? Be free of thinking all the time?

That wasn't right. You decided to stop marveling at your new reflection, and quickly ran to the showers. The stink from your sweaty body was intense, almost making you nauseous. How could you be so stinky? You never were before. This new body felt so different from your usual clean cut self...

Once naked, you wondered if you really needed to shower... Wouldn't it be nice to just go home like this? But you ignored the call of laziness, and got inside. Plus, wasn't this a great opportunity to explore this new physique?

You began looking down, while water fell over your head. Feet were bigger, wider. Enough to wonder why they weren't hurting while using your sneakers. Had they changed as well? It didn't really matter at the moment. You just hoped they would fit when you put them back on... Way more interesting were your calves. They were so well built. Clearly, you weren't missing leg day... Or whatever magic that was responsible for this wasn't missing it.

Being precise about the subject made your head ache. Whatever was causing this was way too complicated to understand it. It was better to ignore it and just accept it was happening. Logic wasn't there to help you, just make you put unnecessary effort you didn't want to make.

Your thighs were so beautifully thick. Mostly muscle. Quads rubbing each other any moment you moved your legs. It was strangely erotic. As if each thigh had became a lover's hand obsessed with the most intimate of caresses.

This new body felt so much more sexual. Like it was made to be fucked in a way your original self had never been...

Butt cheeks were also better than before, like your calves. They were ubbly, with enough fat to bounce, and with enough muscle to keep a firm shape. You now owned the type of ass that you had always adored on other men. An ass that you now got to worship any time you wanted... To grab any time you were alone. Maybe with a mirror behind you...

Sadly, your cock had remained the same, for the most part. Was it perhaps a little thicker? Or was it just wishful thinking? Truth was, you couldn't say for certain.

Eventually you left the gym. It was dark outside.

Back home you decided to eat another brownie. You knew you shouldn't, but they were so good... So relaxing... You hadn't eaten a proper meal all day. And brownies weren't a good way of maintaining your new muscles.

Now there was only two brownies left.

But cooking... That felt like too much work. So, as you ate the brownie, you ordered some take out. Booting up a game on your otherwise work only laptop while you waited. It was your free day! And you hadn't played in so long...

Pizza aarrived later. After paying you immediately got to eat, your hands all greasy as you continued playing the game. You weren't good at it. Both from a lack of practice and skill. Your brain felt slower than usual, and you got distracted so easily... It didn't matter, however. This wasn't about being good, it was about having fun. Using your free time as you wanted to.

Waking up was confusing the next day. For one, you didn't remember when you went to sleep, in the same way you hadn't yesterday. But something else was weird too. You weren't laying on the same bed you always had. Instead, you were on a mattress laying directly over the floor.

It didn't smell good.

Looking around you saw you weren't at your room. But rather, at a familiar basement. Your parents' basement, to be precise. How was that possible? You had moved away years ago already. And even if you had visited them overnight, without remembering you did so, why wouldn't you stay in your childhood bedroom?

It wasn't adding up... And yet, you didn't care. You were fine, so... Did it even matter how you got here?

You didn't want to leave the bed. Somehow you felt it was way too early to do so. Lazily, you rolled towards your charging phone. It was about 2 PM. You had missed class again. And you were definitely late for your internship.

"Ugh, they'll understand... It's not like I have to go every day..." you said, yawning. How late had you been gaming? Truly, you couldn't tell. You deserved the rest, anyhow.

Your losing streak definitely needed some recovery time. Having greasy meaty fingers and a slower brain didn't make an E-sports player. Of that you were sure.

Going upstairs you were met with a cold breakfast. Your parents had left for work, but clearly loved you enough to make something for you. There were still some brownies available too. Seemingly, your parents hadn't tried any of them. Weird... They're delicious... They don't know what they're missing...

You heated up whatever needed to be warm, while eating another brownie. You needed the calories, alright? Besides, you had to finish them eventually. Now there were only one left.

As you finished eating the chocolate pastry, you began to giggle. You didn't know what was so funny. And thinking felt so much slower... Even more than before... How had you gotten so far in life? College took so much effort... And an internship? So boring, so hard... Why did you even bother?

"Gotta work out, bro," you said, grinning. No one but you was there. There was no need to announce it. No one but you cared.

Soon you were back at the gym. Well, a different one. Close to your parents house instead of the place you used to live at but yesterday.

It was only when you were hours into your workout you remembered that you hadn't warned the office you wouldn't go today. Not like you had a real excuse for your absence. Sure, somehow you had moved back your parents' house overnight without realizing it, but like that didn't have to affect work, right? People moved all the time.

And you were farther from the office. But like, not terribly so...

Realistically, you knew you should probably be a bit more responsible. You should have at least sent a message, even if to lie. But since you hadn't... Well, then you should at least keep what you were doing a secret, no? There wasn't a better way of losing your internship than to get caught actively missing work.

But... You wanted to record and shoot photos of yourself. You were so hot! And it was easy... Easy money too, you hoped... With a body like yours, you could get any guy to spend a few bucks on you, right?

Using the chance that this new gym had a sauna, you decided take at least some few pics there. Cropped to the exact millimeter to be acceptable online.

After all, you were all sweaty... Your hair was a mess. Even though these were photos, you could tell you stank. Which you did. You so did. It was the smell of a real man... Of a real guy who knew how to use his body... Not like a boring guy wanting to work on an office and who couldn't even pop his pecs... Or flex his biceps... Or lift weights...

Despite your stench and the glimmering sweat over your skin, you didn't consider showering this time. It was too much of an effort, really. And besides, you only remembered you could shower when you had already left the gym.

Plus, your manly smell was like a reward. Not something to get rid off. Perhaps when you got successful enough you could sell bottles with your sweat...

Back home, you felt so horny. Maybe it was the manly musk from your own body. Or perhaps it was that you hadn't jerked off in a while. The reason didn't matter, not really. You just wanted to get into bed and goon.

Only one brownie was left. Still on the kitchen counter. Still as appealing as the day it just arrived. Fuck, it made you hungry. You were hungry and horny, and that needed to be resolved at once.

You took the brownie with you down to the basement you now called home.

Undressing, you threw yourself in bed with a satisfied sound. Looking for a porn video to watch on your phone, while the other held the yet to be eaten brownie. Once you found the video, pressing play with high anticipation, your left the phone at a side. Your now free hand going for your already hard pecker.

Stroking yourself, listening more than watching the video, you also began eating the last brownie. It may be messy, leaving crumbs all over the mattress, but it was the dream. The dream, bro! You were finally free to indulge on these slobby whims of yours. Without thinking about anything else but your worldly pleasures.

But things weren't as simple as you had hoped for.

As your hand went up and down, your cock... Well, didn't seem to remain the same. It wasn't going soft, of that you were sure. You'd never felt this horny before. But the tip of your cock didn't reach the same heights anymore...

Was it shrinking?

The thought almost made you stop. But you realized you didn't really care. It's way less effort to jerk off with a smaller cock anyway. And it made your muscles look even bigger! Perhaps it was even a good thing.

It wasn't like hot guys like yourself need big cocks. You had muscles, and that's was way better. Or was it backwards? Who cares, bro?

Soon you were ignoring the video. Instead watching as your cock retracted into itself without losing its rigidity. Your foreskin was growing back, covering the head more and more with each stroke.

Eventually your hand was too big. Your fist completely eclipsing your dick. You should have been terrified. Or upset. But it was the hottest thing that had ever happened to you. Another bite of the brownie, and your cock grew even shorter.

About to cum, you opened your fist. Your cock was now so small your palm was simply too big to use it to stroke yourself. Your dick threatened to slip out from your grip, and your mini strokes weren't helping much with relieving yourself. Mad comfy, though.

So you finally used just your index and thumb, at the same time you ate the last bit of the brownie. One final stroke, and you came.

It changed everything. Even more than anything that came before.

Ropes of cum shot upwards as you began to drool. As if your seed carried your intelligence alongside it. Your thoughts were slowing down. They were so slow, so spaced out. It was hard to believe you had put some much effort into academics just a few days before. Your brain wouldn't be able to handle such things anymore. You took pride on that. It was way better to be a dumb gym rat, right?

Your room grew messier. Stinkier. Sporty clothes everywhere. Unwashed, wrinkled, at least one on every surface. Your bed was undone, with brownie crumbs over the messy sheets. Workout equipment appeared on the room. For when you were too lazy to leave the house.

Notifications came from your phone. Your social media was now more important than before. Not that it was successful. Barely over 50 followers. Most of them older or overweight men who loved your content showing yourself be a sweaty gym rat.

One of them, however, was different.

An older man, yes, but wealthy. One who could spare giving you enough money to not work a single day in your life. One who was quite content with being a voyeur, of simply watching you waste your life.

He was your best follower. More of a client now, rather than a fan. He was the one who paid for everything you owned, almost.

What did he want from you? Videos. Photos. Private streams were you just did stuff for him to watch: touching yourself; working out: eating food you shouldn't be eating yet somehow had not affected your definition. Anything that showed your superficiality and slobby laziness.

And tonight? Tonight he was going to visit you, at last.

You hadn't cleaned. He wouldn't have liked it, and you couldn't be bothered anyway. Your parents had apparently left for a work trip. Or so you remembered now. The house was for yourself tonight. For yourself and this guy. Gene was his name.

A knock. You went to the front door, and opened it. He was there. Tall, well dressed. A successful and clean cut man. Outwardly the kind of successful individual you wanted to be... Before you became this muscle slob. Wasn't he...? Damn! He was the guy who owned the office you worked at!

How did you not remember him being this hot?

"You haven't showered, huh?" he said, smiling. Cupping your face with a possessiveness and condescension that made you hard instead of mad. "You could be so much more, but you don't want to. You won't put the effort in. You just want to be free, don't you? Free of thinking, free of responsibilities, free of being someone. You just want to exist like the dumb muscle slut that you are."

A nod. Dumb smile on your face. Gene closed the door behind himself. His eyes going all over you. Noticing you hadn't even bothered to dress. To clean yourself. Cum was all over your chest. And you stank so much.

"Is like there's nothing going in there," he said, looking at your eyes. "Completely empty. I always loved dumb men. But dear, you take the cake. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. You'll be free forever. You'll never worry about anything anymore. Just never change. Be mine. Be my little dirty boy, my slobby muscle slut..."

He then took a box from his pocket. Joints. Gene had weed. Damn, you wanted it. I need to chill... Need a joint, bro... You had never smoked weed. But now, it felt like a need.

Only then you realized the obvious. The brownies. The herbal taste... It was weed. Not normal weed, perhaps. But it was weed. You had been tricked! This wasn't you! It was a plot all along! Maybe there's still time to...

"Shhh," Gene said, passing a joint under your nose. It was enough to distract you. "Calm down, my dirty boy. I'll give you all the weed you want, if you behave. No need to get so agitated. Doesn't suit you, dear."

You nodded. Smiling again. Was there anything you ever needed to worry about? Gene had more brains that you ever would. He could just decide things for you. He was giving you money. And now he's giving you weed!

This man was a saint. A sex saint. One who thought you were hot and was going to give you the world to keep you dumb and high.

In other words, Gene wanted you to live the dream!

"Now open that mouth wide, dirty boy. Show me how dumb you actually are. Drool, and show me that mouth. If you're good you get to suck my cock, and I'll give you all these weed too. Isn't that a wonderful deal for you? It's literally a win win. You get everything in this deal. Is like the best deal in your life, is it not?"

It was, it so was.

And you were happy to obey:

---

Weeks later, by mere chance, you looked at your emails. A few of them caught your attention. One saying you were failing all your classes, due to absences and never doing any of the assignments and required tests. The other one saying you got kicked out of your internship, because not only had your grades gone down, you also hadn't showed up for way too long. Especially after discovering your thirst trap TikTok account.

You weren't professional anymore. And they didn't want you tarnishing the company name.

Old you would have been devastated. But new you? He only laughed stupidly. You didn't care about this stuff anymore.

"Good riddance, I ain't a thinker anyway," you said, deleting the emails. You lighted up a joint, laying in bed. "Gene thinks for me, and gets me weed. So, like, who needs a job? Not me, that's for sure."

You had finally received the freedom you longed for. To the world you were a dumb stoner who only worked on his body and nothing else. A guy with a tiny brain and even smaller cock that knew nothing but how to waste his life with weed and porn.

A man who loved to serve other men, because there was nothing else he was good for. You were lucky Gene let you suck his dick. He was such a generous soul. He didn't ask anything of you, and he gave you everything you wanted. How glad you were of being a dirty gym rat and stoner just for him!

Whoever you used to be was gone. Perhaps forever. But hey, at least you were free now. Free to continue wasting your life on mundane pleasures, never amounting to anything of substance. Free of the responsabilities and discipline that had once given your life meaning.

You were just a stoner, a slobby muscle slut. And somehow you were happy being just that. After all, you've never been more free... Or that's how you saw things now. Whether it was true or not, you weren't able to tell.

[collegenerdtojock]

"Just shut the fuck up and stop act like you can ordered me around. It's my body, it's my fate, sorry that you don't have to be him,"

"Kid I swear to God if I could reverse all this shit I would. But you got to put your mind on the game, that's why I want to be inside him, to unlock his full potential because he's damn good!"

"Oh yeah? I know what's up in your sleeve, Coach. You wanna be young again, don't ya? You wanna play for the big league in his body, right? You don't have any intention to give his body afterwards, am I correct? Guess what, I have no intention too because I don't want this skin used by you. I'm going to play in the big league because hell yeah I'm damn good and I will mention you along my way to stardom,"

[dewesker1998]

Death of Fenix

It all begin when I was a teen about 13 years old, I came out to my parents and my father disapproved of my sexuality and after a brutal fued, he kicked me out of the house. From this point, I had to survive wherever I could, even tried to get a job as a cashier, but due to my age, I could not get any work.

Until one day, I was passed by this mysterious man who came to me mid day wearing all black, I could not see his face but surely he could be trusting or whatever. He offered me a chance to make a great some of money and may even be easier than school and college. Of course, the things the job required was not easy but I seen enough crime and detective tv shows to have an idea.

They trained me to be hitman, how to use a gun and combat, like a John Wick to a degree. I’ve had my failures but my successes were most memorable and I was recommended for more work. My job got so easy that my heart didn’t even beat much when I shot the trigger.

I was a successful hitman for years carrying out whatever task that I was given and became prosperous as a result.

27 years passed and I would soon be 40, my prime year. Retirement was finally at hand and I could enjoy the life that I wanted as a free gay man prosperously.

One day, I had one last contract, all I had to do was kill this man and stage the scene to look like a suicide. I followed my Hitman ritual and prepared for the task mind and body and when I came to the house, he was all ready dead, butchered to death. Moreover, I was set up and not long after, I was ambushed by the police and out powered and numbered, I had to surrender.

Not long after that, I was sent to court to be judged for murder. I know I murdered before, but for a crime I did not commit at least yet, this is insane. I was guilty and put on execution waited for the electric chair. Only thing on my mind is wrath and vengeance for the company that I worked honestly for most of my life and how I would destroy them with my barehands.

Ten years later, as you would expect, I was electrocuted and died, they disposed of my body and to vultures to be devoured. But this is only the beginning of my story.

My name is Fenix, because of my great wrath, my spirit could not find rest and was forced to roam the mortal plain. Through this time, I could only think of revenge against them, but before that, how I could satisfy my urge, particularly my sexual ones. Despite being a ghost, I still have a yearn to feel another body and as a free gay man(though I’m dead) I crave sexual intimacy. So I followed these man who were named Altero and his friend Casu leaving a bar both seemed drunk and it seemed they were close friends so I followed to there house.

When they entered, one of the really hot friends Altero went upstairs to shower and the latter Casu sat down and dozed off. I pursed the man who was showering and watched. Once he finished wrapped a towel around his waist, he went to the mirror and begin to flex his beautiful muscles. Not able to contain myself, I flew toward him like a whirlwind which caused the towel to fall, revealing more of him below, those muscular glutes so well defined, it would send anyone teeth on edge. I flew toward it and aim for the asshole. As I made my way, he from shock hit the ground on his ass, which not only pushed me in immediately, but got me caught in his belly which gave a bloated appearance. Once I struggled a bit, it calmed down and I was able to put my ghostly form into his limbs and then my ecto-cock into his which caused him a hard on, like he was literally getting fucked from the inside, he wanted to ejaculate there, but I held most of the control leaving him in a euphoric position which made it easier. I then inserted my head into his head which asserted my will over the body.

Once I fully gained control, I looked at the stud from his own perspective.

Damn man, I can see why you get lost looking in the mirror at yourself, you look too fucking good, said Fenix in Altero’s voice. My eyes then drifted toward his hard on, I guess from literally fucking him from the inside out when I put my echo-cock into his. I slowly put his now my hand toward it but then stop cause I had a better idea.

I then went downstairs where his friend was and saw he was dozed off. I began to massage his shoulders working my hands toward his chest muscle which woke him up.

Casu said, “What are you doing?” in a tired and detached tone.

“I’m just making you comfortable”, I said as I proceed to caused him to moan from the sensation of the message.

I then went to his legs to remove his shoes to message his feet for a bit. Then I once I built his trust to began to remove his pants to get my hard on prize that I was waiting for which is when I started to suck it with my mouth. Boy did I take it in my mouth performing every trick I knew and he moaned in pleasure as he came into my mouth, swallowing every bit of it like a pro.

I thought to myself, “I never knew it was this good to taste another man’s cock in my mouth with his cum.”

Casu wasn’t done and neither was I as I continue to remove his shirt to feel every part of his skin toward my own and kiss him chest, neck and mouth. Wanting to take it to the next level, he picked me up making out with me to the room.

Casu the laid me down in the bed with him till our heads met the pillow holding me and caressing me like he cherished me above like, and wrapped in his arm we slept in his embrace not wanting to leave any time soon.

I will have my revenge eventually but I will also experience life also.

[kylecrusoe-captions]

BECOMING JASON

That's crazy, there's no way this is possible! said the voice of Jason in my head.

"Fucking hell, Jason, I don't know how this happened! One minute I was leaving work, and the next I was in your body!" I responded honestly. I pulled Jason's pants ever-so-slightly down and tugged up his shirt as I checked myself out in the mirror appreciatively. I made a little pouty face and my dick jumped.

Oh fuck! I heard Jason say in my head. How is your gay shit turning ME on?

I smile and take the shirt off completely. "Guess this body knows who's in the driver's seat now." I rub my stolen cock through Jason's shorts as I thought of all I could get up to. Jason's thoughts went fuzzy as he was overwhelmed with pleasure. "Don't worry," I reassured the blissed-out consciousness of Jason, "I know just what to do with your sexy jockboi body."

[malebodyswap45]

Leasing Services

The first time

It was a very weird experience, you know, to be possessed by someone else. My friend Asher was the one that convinced me to go and join this organization. At first, I was very skeptical, the idea that you can lease your body for a week sounded more like something coming from a science book than anything else. But Asher told me that he had done it himself several times and, after he showed his bank statements, I decided to give it a try.  Gladly, there were so many things that make this process a lot more secure. Asher told me to create a pseudonym and rent a place far from home whenever I was going to let someone take over my flesh. In this way I could protect my life, my reputation, from those freaks that wish to walk in my shoes. The company also empowered his partners, I could read the profile of my guests and they will only be able to possess my body if felt comfortable with whom they are and their intentions of being inside my body.

Of course, for the first time, I needed to do it with someone that I trusted. Asher was more than happy to help me. I drive on my motorcycle about an hour to a remote cabin. There I meet my friend who gave a blue pill. He ingested a red one and it took less than a minute to feel an essence penetrating my flesh. I expected that it was going to be fun being only a spectator of my own life, but that was far from the truth. It was very difficult to don’t have a say in anything that your body does. Asher dedicated a lot of time exploring my flesh, trying my clothes, and doing some stuff that I wouldn’t agree. However, I know that I needed to endure. One week for 100k, that was a life changing deal. “Jake, I didn’t know you were so fucking hot… your body will be in high demand. Trust me, you will soon become a millionaire.”

The second time

I was very excited as I drove my motorcycle towards that mansion. This was my first client, and I couldn’t wish for someone better. His name was Ralph, and he was loaded. His place was filled with luxury cars, statues, and so many other expensive shit. He was in his early 50’s and he wanted to take a trip of a lifetime, two weeks in the amazing Greek islands. According to Asher, the amount that he was offering me for that timeframe was on the higher end. Also, Ralph gave me a lot of good vibes. He was just a man that wanted to have a hot body to showcase in the beach. It was a superfluous reason, but I think that most of the people on the platform were in this due to that. As expected, he dedicated the first moments inside my body to take a long shower and try all the designer clothes that he bough for the trip. To be honest, I just hope that he let me keep those clothes as I look extremely hot in them. Sure enough, the place, the food, and the night life were amazing. I was not in control, but I have a blast. I just hope that I can come back to this place and be one making the decisions.

The third time

When Gus contacted me through the app, I wasn’t certain that I wanted to help him. The kid didn’t have money to paid for our expensive service and, when asked why he wanted to borrow my body, he was unable to offer a clear concise answer. At first, it seemed to be a shady business. But the kid kept talking to me and, through our conversations, I realized that he was a man with a lot of confidence issues and that the only thing that he wanted was to borrow my body to see what it felts to date a girl that he liked. In fact, he only seemed to need a confidence boost and, after so much thought, I was willing to help him. I drive across the country to reach his house. It was a surprise for him. He was so excited that he would be able to walk in my body for a day… even more when I told him that it was going to be free of charge. It was rather cute; he was like a small kid on Christmas day. I was surprised that he spent most of the day lifting weights at the gym. In the evening, he put a nice suit and invited his crush on a date. It went really well, but to my surprise, when Gus had a chance, he didn’t make a move. He realized that all of this was a farce… but at least now he knows that there is good chemistry between him and that girl. I am happy for him; I am happy that allowing him walking on my shoes let him realize that his life is not as bad.  Hopefully this experience gave him the motivation to do all his dreams a reality.

The last time

The moment that Sam took over my flesh, I knew that there was something wrong. In theory he wanted my body in order to go to a fashion gala in a more suitable form. However, he quickly went to my motorcycle and star driving home… my home. Panic started to invade me. How does he know who I really am? How does he know where I live? It was very frustrating as I saw how this impostor began to live my life. He meets with my friends, my family and went to my work at the local gym. I could only scream as I realized that I would be only a spectator from now on.

“So, Sam, do you like your new home” Someone asked as my body answered the phone.

“Yeah, I don’t know how you convince him to do this.”

“Easy, I possessed the body of his friend for a couple of months.”

“I see… well… he knew the risks… man I will love to be the new Jason.”

“Happy to help, don’t forget to recommend us to your older friends. Definitely we can find them a body as good as that of Jason.”

[captainmalewriter]

Side Business

It was another peaceful Saturday afternoon when I was sitting by the window enjoying a late breakfast of cinnamon oatmeal with banana slices. I knew I had to go into work soon, but I had been trying this new thing where I slowed down and enjoyed the smaller joys of life lately. 

I’ve been pretty stressed for a while now. My friend Jojo and I have been splitting the rent for a single bedroom apartment for the past half of a year now. Although we’ve been able to stay afloat, I’d be lying if I said we weren’t struggling. We’re basically living from check to check with little money leftover. One stroke of bad luck and we’re going under. We had been lucky thus far, but our good luck had just ended when Jojo got laid off last week. My manager was kind enough to let me pick up double shifts at work, but even then it wasn’t enough money! We had just scraped by for this month’s rent. The next month will come before we know it and we don’t even have half yet!

I sighed as I finished the last few bites. All the double shifts had started catching up to me. I was tired even after sleeping in. I knew Jojo said he was gonna find a way to make money quickly. I told his dumbass not to do anything stupid or illegal, as I knew he had often joked about becoming a whore, but apparently his big idea was to start some kind of OnlyRentals account. He was explaining it to me how it worked, and it sounded pretty stupid if I’m being honest. Exactly what I told him not to do.

I walked into our bedroom and saw Jojo sleeping soundly in just his boxed in bed. 

“Must be nice…” I muttered to myself. 

I rummaged through my things trying to find a clean pair of socks. Jojo began tossing and turning in his bed. Oh no! Poor thing, I was probably making too much noise for the light sleeper to sleep… So I went ahead and slammed the drawers as I searched for my clothes. If I didn’t get to sleep in till 1, neither did he!

I eventually found everything I needed and proceeded to get dressed for the long work day ahead. Jojo was still laying sprawled out on his bed. I was surprised I didn’t wake him up, it usually didn’t take much to wake him. But there he laid, motionless and asleep.

In the brief moment between taking off my underwear and putting on clean ones Jojo let out a loud, raspy gasp. I stood there, naked and confused, and stared at him. I had never heard him make that kind of noise before. I wasn’t sure whether to check on him or just ignore it. As I stood there thinking of what to do, Jojo let out another noise. It sounded like he was choking and struggling to breathe. 

“Oh shit, Jojo!!” I shouted as I ran to him. I was gonna grab and start shaking him, but I hesitated when he started thrashing around on his bed. He was flailing around erratically and endlessly. I stood there, watching him. I didn’t know what to do! I had never been in that kind of situation!

Then, out of nowhere, Jojo’s eyes opened. I saw how bloodshot his eyes were. I took a step back at the sight of it. Jojo started arching upwards too. It looked painful, seeing him stretch like that… He was still gasping while all this happened too. This disturbing sight continued for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, then Jojo slammed back down to his bed, as motionless as before he started flailing. 

I stood there, hand against my beating heart, trying to process everything that had just happened. It felt like I had just witnessed a man have a seizure and then have it resolved by itself! 

After another brief pause, Jojo’s eyes opened again. They weren’t bloodshot this time, they looked as white as ever. He rolled out of his bed, and began to look and feel around his body. 

“Jojo…? You feeling alright?” I whispered. Jojo probably didn’t hear me, as he proceeded to take off his boxers instead, leaving him fully nude as he continued to flex and show off.

I averted my eyes. Jojo and I were close, but not that kind of close! He reminded me I was still naked, and I began scrambling for something to cover my junk with. I felt myself getting hot in the face too… What the fuck is with him? Jojo had always valued his body after all the hard work he put in the gym to get it, but he was never self-indulgent about it! Seeing him admire himself like this was fucking weird! 

I turned slightly to look at him, and of course he was still just admiring his body. Even worse, I could see that he was starting to get hard too. I looked away again.

Ugh, why is he acting like this!? At least I had the decency to wait until he was out of the room if I was gonna pull some weird masturbation shit like this!

I had finally found something long enough to cover up with. I held the shirt I found against my junk, and turned back to Jojo with a scowl on my face.

“Hey, Jojo!!” 

Jojo stopped whatever he was doing after I shouted at him. He turned to look at me, and gave me a look of confusion. As if somehow I was in the wrong for interrupting him!

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? First you have me busting my ass trying to get enough money to keep this shitty ass apartment while you’re just fucking around being a lazy fatass!!”

I had enough of him, I was gonna let him have it. I wanted to yell until I physically couldn’t anymore, but I was interrupted by the sound of my phone going off. It wasn’t my normal notification sound, it was the one specifically for bank notifications. I reached out and grabbed my phone. I opened it, and nearly dropped it at the sight of the message.

“Holy sh- 600 dollars!?” I shouted. I tried to make sense of it in my head but I couldn’t. Who would just Venmo us $600 just like that out of nowhere!?

“I paid good money to rent out this body, you know,” Jojo said. I turned back to look at him, still confused as ever. He only sighed after our eyes met. “OnlyRental? Ring a bell?”

It clicked in my head after he said that. Jojo did explain that OnlyRental was a place to rent out bodies, but I thought it was just a metaphor! Like some kind of euphemism for sex work, not literally renting out bodies!!

“So… uh, you’re not Jojo?” I asked.

“No, just a guest, and oh boy am I loving it here!” he flexed his biceps again, and his hardening cock pointed up too.

“Man, put that thing away, I don’t wanna see Jojo naked.”

“But I do,” he smirked as he wrapped a hand over Jojo’s thick cock. He smacked his lips as he began to jerk off, his hand going up and down Jojo’s lengthy member. I could hear his vigorous stroking as he began panting and moaning. He looked at me with eyes filled with lust, and that was my cue to leave.

“Okay, thanks for the money but this is Jojo’s work, not mine!” I quickly grabbed my clothes and ran out the room. It looked like Jojo and his client (his client in Jojo’s body I guess) needed some alone time anyway.

…And that was the story of the first client (and the run-in I had with him) Jojo had with his new line of work. It took some getting used to, but hey, at least money wasn’t our biggest problem anymore. I had to make myself scarce while Jojo had a visitor, but luckily they were always more interested in him anyway.

If Jojo keeps making steady money through OnlyRental, we might even be able to move out soon! I didn’t know if Jojo was open to the idea, but that conversation would have to wait until after he’s back in control. I saw him pulling out of the building’s parking garage, off to go earn another few hundred for renting out his body. Whatever pays the bills I guess.

[swapsrus]

Just got out of the shower and caught myself staring again… except it’s not really me looking back anymore.

I’m still trapped in here, screaming, while some perverted old bastard who stole my body slowly runs his hands down my chest, squeezing my pecs and abs like he owns them.

He’s been smirking in the mirror for ten minutes straight, feeling up every inch of my body and whispering how much better this young, tight form feels than his old fat one.

I’m scared that he’s never giving it back.

[its-yours-now-deactivated202604]

Can't Resist

I’d been living in the building for about four months when I first noticed the way my next-door neighbor Kevin looked at me.

Mid-to-late fifties, silver hair cropped short, always dressed in either crisp button-downs or very nice workout clothes. Even on the days he clearly wasn’t trying, he looked put together. Every time we passed each other in the narrow hallway, he’d stop, smile that slow, easy smile, and find some reason to chat. The weather. The new gym down the block. Whether I’d tried the Thai place on the corner. His eyes would linger just a second too long on my shoulders, my arms, the way my tank top clung after a boxing session. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what those glances meant.

I wasn’t interested. Not really. Kevin was handsome for his age — tall, still broad in the chest, with a deep voice that carried easy confidence — but he was over thirty years older than me. I just wasn’t into that.

Still, the attention was flattering. A man like him could probably pull plenty of guys my age if he wanted. He didn’t push, didn’t make it weird, so I just smiled back, kept the conversations short, and went about my business.

Then one Thursday night, close to midnight, there was a knock on my door.

I was sprawled on the couch in gym shorts and a hoodie, half-watching Netflix and half-scrolling on my phone, when the sound startled me. I figured it was the delivery guy with the wrong apartment again. Instead, when I opened the door, Kevin was standing there in a dark sweater, looking unusually nervous.

“Hey, Gio,” he said, voice low. “Sorry to bother you this late. Mind if I come in for a minute?”

I hesitated, then stepped aside. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

He walked in, hands in his pockets, and glanced around my living room.

He didn’t sit down.

“I’ve been thinking about how to say this,” he started, then gave a short laugh. “There’s no graceful way, so I’ll just be direct.”

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. Here it comes.

But instead of the expected confession, Kevin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device — black, palm-sized, with a glowing blue ring around the edge. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

“This is, uh… this is a Chronovac,” he said, holding it up. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned it in his hands. “It, um… it can change things about reality. Like… swap stuff.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“I can swap people’s ages… temporarily. Or, or, or permanently if you want, I guess. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it, but since you moved in I just… I don’t know, you seemed like the right kind of guy who might… who might want to give it a try?”

I stared at him.

Kevin nodded quickly, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“Yeah. It could make me be in my mid twenties again. And you’d… you’d become sixty-one,” he said.

Damn. He was even older than I’d realized—and he still kept himself in incredible shape.

“…Just for the weekend, if that’s all you’re comfortable with. I know it sounds completely insane. It’s just… it’s been so long, and I’ve really been craving it. With someone like you.” The pieces clicked together in my head, and I almost laughed. This had to be some elaborate joke. Or maybe the guy was having a midlife crisis and this was his weird way of flirting. Either way, it was ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” I said, half question, half statement.

“Dead serious.” He turned the device slowly in his hands, thumb brushing over the glowing ring. There was something hungry in his eyes now, something raw and long-denied. Something in his face confirmed to me he wasn’t kidding.

I thought about it—really thought about it. About what sixty-one would feel like sitting on my frame. About the weight of those extra decades suddenly pressing into my bones, my skin, my cock. My mouth went dry.

Finally, I let out a slow breath.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Kevin’s face lit up with pure relief, edged with something darker and hotter. “You’re sure? No pressure if it’s too weird—”

“I’m sure. Just the weekend, right? We swap back Sunday night?”

“Right.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologne mixed with warm skin. He held the Chronovac between us, pressed his thumb to the glowing ring. A soft chime filled the room.

“Ready?” he asked, voice husky.

I nodded.

The device hummed to life. A warm, heavy pressure bloomed deep in my chest, then surged outward like liquid heat flooding every vein. My vision blurred for a heartbeat. When it cleared, the world felt… different. Heavier.

My shoulders were still broad, but the muscle sat differently now—denser, more substantial. My arms looked thicker, the veins less razor-sharp, the skin just a little looser over the bulk. And I was covered in a thick layer of hair.

I looked back over at him. Across from me stood a version of Kevin I’d never imagined.

Twenty-seven years old, and fucking stunning.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice now younger, smoother, and full of energy. He ran both hands over his new chest, then down his flat stomach, clearly savoring every inch. His fingers lingered at the waistband of his shorts, tracing the sharp V-lines. A wide, almost boyish grin spread across his bearded face. “This feels even better than I remembered.”

I cleared my throat. My voice came out deeper, rougher, with a slight gravelly edge that hadn’t been there before. “Jesus, Kevin… you’re really sixty-one, I swear I never would’ve thought you were that old?” I said, feeling up my new body.

“Sixty-one last month,” he said, still staring at his new arms like he couldn’t believe they were his. He rolled his shoulders and laughed softly. “God, I missed this. The energy. The way everything just… moves.”

He stepped closer to the mirror hanging by the door and turned sideways, checking out his profile.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to get used to the new balance in my own body. I shifted my weight and felt the subtle difference in my posture. My back didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt… like it had carried a lot of years.

Kevin turned back to me, eyes bright with excitement. “How do you feel?”

“Weird,” I admitted, running a hand over my new jaw. The stubble was coarser, the skin a little rougher. “Heavier. But not bad. Just… different.”

He smiled. “Well you look good, Gio. Really good. That silver looks sharp on you.”

It was already one in the morning, so eventually he slipped back to his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with a body that was and wasn’t mine.

I stood there for a long minute, then walked slowly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned sideways, ran a hand over the new softness of my stomach, tested the solid weight of my arms. I lifted my shirt and studied the thicker chest hair, the gentler swell of my midsection, the way my shoulders still carried a lifetime of muscle even if the sharp definition had mellowed into something heavier, more mature.

It was weird. Surreal, even.

But as I stood there flexing my hands and feeling the quiet, grounded strength still humming beneath the surface, a strange sense of relief settled deep in my chest. If this was a glimpse of my future… it didn’t feel bad at all.

—

Sunday evening, just after eight, there was a knock on my door. Kevin — well twenty-seven-year-old Kevin — stepped inside with a bright, almost boyish grin.

“Hey,” he said, voice smooth and energetic. “I just need to thank you again before we switch back. That was… incredible. Best weekend I’ve had in years.”

He looked flushed, like he’d just come from the gym or maybe from somewhere more exciting.

“I hope it wasn’t too much of a paid for you” he said.

“Not at all, it was actually… enlightening,” I replied. My voice came out deeper and steadier than it had been just a few days earlier. “I guess we have to swap back. I’ve got work in the morning, and I don’t know what they’d do if I showed up as a sixty-one-year-old version of myself.”

Kevin nodded, already pulling the Chronovac from his pocket. “You’re right. Real life calls.” As he toggled with the settings, I asked, “What else can that thing do, anyway?”

He took a shaky breath, still fiddling with the device, eyes fixed on the glowing ring instead of me. “A lot, actually. Age swaps are just the beginning. It can tweak personality traits — make someone more outgoing, more disciplined, more… submissive, whatever you want. It can shift sexualities, heighten or dull certain drives. Hell, it can even do full body swaps. I’ve only really played with the lighter stuff like the age swaps, but yeah… the potential is… it’s wild.” Just as he finished speaking, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring like he was wrestling with something. The air between us thickened again. Before he could press it, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my thicker chest. “What if we didn’t swap back right away?”Just as hew as finished toggling, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring, as if he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I stopped him and asked

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. “Instead of just swapping our ages back… what if you took my real body for the whole week? You could go out into the world and actually be me. Go to my job at the warehouse, hang with my friends, live a real twenty-seven-year-old’s life.”

Kevin blinked, his borrowed young face flashing surprise. “Gio… that’s a big step. I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You’re not,” I cut in, stepping closer. “I’m offering. You seemed really happy just now, and I didn’t exactly hate being older. We can’t stay age swapped forever since we both have real lives to get back to this week, but there’s nothing saying we can’t fill in for each other. Why not let the fun last a little longer?”

He hesitated, fully wanting to take me up on it, but his eyes searching my older face for any sign of doubt. They didn’t find any. Finally, he let out a slow breath. “Alright. If you’re really sure.”

He adjusted the settings on the Chronovac, the blue light pulsing brighter. “Full body swap it is.”

The hum was deeper this time, almost electric, vibrating through my bones. A rushing sensation pulled at every part of me—bones, skin, muscle, even the rhythm of my heartbeat and the flicker of memories at the edge of my mind. When it finally stopped, I was staring at myself from across the room.

Perfect copy. My face, my build, my tattoos, even the small scar above my left eyebrow from that bad sparring session two years ago. Kevin was now me, completely.

And I was him.

Every inch of Kevin’s sixty-one-year-old body—which I had to admit was far more impressive than the sixty-one-year-old version of me had been—was now mine.

He flexed my fingers, rolled my shoulders, and grinned with my mouth. “Holy shit. This feels… fantastic. Your body feels so much more sensitive than mine. I feel so fucking horny right now.”

My original frame was a bit shorter than the twenty-seven-year-old version he’d just had, but he seemed to love the difference in build. As I watched him move around my apartment, testing the lighter, more agile limbs, something hot and unnameable stirred deep in my gut. I couldn’t quite place it, but I liked that he was me now. It was distinctly different from the age swap. This… this was him pretending to be me. Knowing he would go see my friends later, talk like me, move like me, live my life—it made my thicker cock twitch with a rush I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

We parted ways again, except this time I went back to Kevin’s apartment and he stayed in mine.

Even though it was only Sunday night at 9 pm by the time we’d finished the full body swap, Kevin had clearly wasted no time. I had barely settled onto his couch — still getting used to the weight of his broader frame and the way his legs stretched out longer than mine used to — when I heard the front door of my apartment open and close next door. Then voices. A girl’s light laugh, followed by Kevin’s — my — voice, smooth and confident, saying something low that made her giggle again.

I sat there in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window, and listened.

The sounds were unmistakable.

Low laughter turning into soft moans. The rustle of clothes hitting the floor. The rhythmic creak of my bed as they moved onto it. Her gasps growing sharper, breathier. And his deep voice — my voice — encouraging her, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how he wanted to hear her moan louder.

He fucked her hard and loud.

The headboard started banging steadily against the shared wall, each thrust punctuated by her cries and his low, satisfied grunts. I could picture it perfectly: my younger, athletic body moving with that cocky new energy he’d already picked up, hips snapping forward, sweat glistening on my old skin.

I sat on Kevin’s couch, heart pounding, something strange and warm stirring deep in my gut. He was fucking as me.

My hand moved almost on its own. I reached down, pushed aside the loose sweatpants I was wearing, and wrapped my fingers around Kevin’s cock — thicker, heavier than mine had been, already half-hard from listening. I started stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm I could hear through the wall.

As Kevin picked up the pace next door, I picked up mine.

Every time the headboard slammed against the wall, I stroked in unison. His groans grew deeper, more urgent. The girl was practically whimpering now, begging him not to stop. My own breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling heavily in this older body.

When Kevin finally came — letting out a loud, guttural groan that echoed through the thin walls, followed by the sound of him bracing himself against the wall with one hand to steady himself — I came too.

Hot spurts landed across my stomach and chest, thick and warm. I bit back a groan of my own, thighs tensing as the orgasm rolled through me, leaving me panting in the dark.

For a long minute afterward, I just sat there, cum cooling on my skin, listening to the muffled sounds of them catching their breath, soft laughter, the murmur of voices. Then the apartment next door went quiet.

I looked down at the mess on Kevin’s stomach — my stomach now — and let out a slow, shaky breath.

This was only the first night.

—

A week — and what sounded like numerous fuck sessions with different girls and guys — later, Kevin knocked on my door again — or rather, on his old door this time.

He looked a little sheepish but energized, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he couldn’t quite decide whether to smile or look guilty. My face looked good on him — flushed from whatever workout or adventure he’d just come from, eyes bright.

“Time to swap back?” he asked, rubbing the back of my neck with a familiar gesture.

I shook my head, smiling with Kevin’s calm, older face. The expression felt natural now, steady and knowing. “Nah. You’re welcome to stay like that a bit longer if you want.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and young coming from my throat. “I appreciate it, Gio, but I wouldn’t want to do that to you — steal your youth like that. It’s generous, but no. Let’s get you back in your body.”

We swapped back. I had to admit, being back in my twenty-seven-year-old frame felt good — though I’d miss something about being Kevin, thats for sure.

So before he left, I just had to ask, “Hey… can I hang on to the Chronovac for a little while? Just to understand it a bit more.”

Kevin hesitated only a second, then handed it over. “Sure. Just… be careful with it. And bring it back when you’re done.”

The next night, alone in my apartment, I powered the device on and scrolled through the advanced options until I found the personality settings. I selected Kevin’s profile and made careful adjustments: a strong, growing craving for youth. A quiet voice in his head that would make him regret turning down the offer. I hit confirm.

Less than twenty-four hours later, there was an urgent knock on my door.

Kevin stood there, eyes wide, breathing a little fast. My body looked tense on him, shoulders tight, like he’d been pacing before he worked up the nerve to come over.

“Gio… I changed my mind,” he said, voice low and urgent. “I want to swap again. Please. Just for a little while longer. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, and raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Really? I thought you didn’t want to steal my youth.”

He flushed, shifting on his feet, my face turning a shade darker. “Oh please, I didn't really say that, did I? Come on, man. I was being polite before. I want this. I need it.”

I watched him for a moment, enjoying the hunger in his eyes — hunger I’d put there.

Then I picked up the Chronovac, adjusted the settings back to full body swap, and held it between us.

“Alright,” he said. “If you’re sure.”

The device hummed to life again.

—

A few days later, while he was out “being me” at the gym, I opened the Chronovac again. This time I went deeper into the personality settings. I dialed up the cockiness — just a notch at first. Made him a little more arrogant about how good he looked now, how much attention he got, how naturally the role of young, hot boxer fit him. I added a strong, swelling desire not just to be young, but to be me — to own my life completely.

I hit confirm and waited.

It didn’t take long to see the changes.

He started walking with more swagger when he passed my door. He’d knock, lean against the frame with my arms crossed, and smirk with my mouth like he owned the hallway. “Fuck, man, it is so easy to get laid as you,” he’d say, voice dripping with new confidence. “Girls at the gym are practically throwing themselves at me. Some of your boxing buddies keep checking me out on the DL too — I fucked that guy Connor actually. He's in the closet and apparently loves the taste of your cock.”

I’d just smile with Kevin’s calm, older face and nod. “Glad you’re enjoying it.”

One evening, we ran into each other in the building gym and I asked casually, “You ready to swap back soon?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, no way. Sorry, I’m having way too much fun. Can we stay like this just a bit longer?”

I played it up after that. Every few days I’d sigh and tell him I really wanted my body back, that I missed my own routine, my friends, my fights. He’d get this desperate look in my eyes and start begging.

“Come on, Gio, please,” he’d say, stepping closer, voice low and urgent. “Just a little more time. I need this. You don’t understand how good it feels. I’ll do anything — just don’t make me give it back yet.”

The more I pretended to hesitate, the more he begged. It was addictive watching him squirm inside my skin.

And every single night, without fail, he came home with another fuckable young guy or girl. Each time I lay there in Kevin’s bed in the dark, listening through the thin walls, a warm thrill would roll through my borrowed body. I’d hear my own voice commanding some girl to take it deeper, rough and confident, or sometimes a guy’s low groan calling him a good boy while he got fucked harder.

I’d lie there stroking Kevin’s thicker cock slowly, letting the sounds wash over me.

I liked watching “Gio” own my life. No — I loved it.

One quiet evening, after another marathon session next door, I decided it was time to push further.

I picked up the Chronovac and went all in on Kevin’s profile. I cranked the craving until it was overwhelming: an all-consuming need to be me forever.

Then I waited.

Two nights later, I woke up to a faint noise in the living room. I got up, moving with Kevin’s heavier steps, and found him — my body, my face — crouched by the coffee table where I’d left the device. He had it in his hands. Before I could say anything, he raised it high and smashed it hard against the edge of the table. Plastic cracked. The blue ring flickered once and died.

He looked up at me, eyes wild with triumph and lust.

For a second I just stood there, staring at him —chest heaving, sweat already glistening on my old skin from the adrenaline. He had made it permanent.

And it turned me on so fucking much I couldn’t think straight.

I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and shoved him back against the wall. “You little shit,” I growled with Kevin’s deep, authoritative voice, pretending to be furious even as my cock thickened in my borrowed sweatpants. “You really think you can steal my life? What the fuck!?”

He grinned — my grin, sharp and defiant — and didn’t even try to push me away.

I spun him around, pressing his chest to the wall, yanking his shorts down with one rough hand. “You’re such a greedy, selfish piece of shit,” I snarled hotly against his ear, freeing my thicker, heavier cock. It was already leaking, the fat head slick as I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing his hole. “Stealing my youth, my face, my tight fucking ass… acting like you own it now.”

He moaned loudly, pushing back against me with desperate hunger, his hole twitching against the head of my cock. “Do it,” he gasped, voice cracking with need.

I didn’t need more invitation.

I shoved inside him raw and deep, one hard thrust that made us both groan. He was tight, hot, and already rocking back to meet every stroke. I fucked him right there against the wall, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced beside his head.

“Fuck… you feel that?” I growled between savage thrusts, my voice thick and ragged with lust. “That’s what you get for thinking you could just take what’s mine. Stealing my cock, my life, my fucking future—now you’re getting fucked by the old man whose body you trapped me in.” He was whimpering, pushing back harder, his own cock—my cock—leaking steadily against the wall as I railed him. “Yes—fuck yes—keep going,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Harder. Ruin me. I don’t care—I made it permanent because I needed this. Needed to be you. Needed your life.”

The confession, the sheer filthy greed in his words, sent a white-hot spike of arousal through me. I fucked him even harder, deeper, grinding against his prostate with every brutal snap of my hips. The knowledge that there was no way back—that he had destroyed any chance of returning—made the pleasure darker, more intense. I was trapped in Kevin’s mature, powerful body, balls-deep in my own stolen young form, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I didn’t last long. The tight clench of his ass, the way my own body was milking me so perfectly, the raw, taboo thrill of it all pushed me over the edge fast.

With a deep, guttural roar I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside him, pulsing again and again in thick, heavy ropes. I flooded my own stolen body with Kevin’s load, filling him until it started leaking out around my cock with every shallow thrust.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, my cock still twitching inside him as the last spurts drained out.

Then he turned his head just enough to smirk at me over his shoulder—my own face flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with satisfaction and filthy victory.

“Worth it,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucking worth it.”

Do you think this is the first time Kevin has used the Chronovac's full swap function?

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Voting ended onApr 10

[male-meat-suit]

FATHER, SON AND LEATHER

Tyler didn't realize it when his school bully entered his father Mark's body one night. Certainly he fought hard so that the conscience of his son's bully did not win, but unfortunately he lost the battle. He now watches in horror as Jake pierces his nose and leathers his body. When Tyler gets home, he finds a domineering and evil version of his father. He's on the sofa, and he has a cigar in his mouth, he's really sexy. Unfortunately the pleasure doesn't last long when something enters Tyler's back. It's Rod, Jake's submissive, sissy boyfriend, now in Tyler's body, willing to serve his domineering, handsome daddy.

[malevessel]

Can you help me? I have a friend, Miguel, who is a real leather fanatic and into possession. He even has his own leather collection. And he wants to be a leather daddy. Or rather, he'd like to be possessed by one. But it's very sad. No one he's met wants to do it, since he's very young. Would anyone want to take his body to fulfill his fetishistic thoughts?

Send me dm.

[hairy-bothered]

POV: you are from Wisconsin and you wake up one day in the body of an Italian track Olympian in Rome. After admiring your handsome new face, among other new “parts” you open your mouth to say “what is going on” and “Ma dai, non è possibile!” is all that comes out. “Cazzo! Mi sono dimenticato come si parla inglese!” you shout!

[fantasyvessels]

THE CRAZY CONVICT

“Max? Are you even listening?” I asked my friend Max who was sitting across from me in the diner. He’s been acting weird all night. He was staring out the window and undressing every girl that walked by it was really unlike him.

“Yeah yeah I’m listenin’ Jim.” He said sounding a little irritated.

“Jim? You mean Tim? Dude are you sure you’re alright?”

“Im fucking great Tim, if anything I’m a little worried about you. How can you not see all these fine pieces of ass walking around and not wanna get your dick wet?” He said brashly as he flexed his pecs and squeezed them, for like the 4th time tonight. Me and Max have been friends since 1st grade and I’ve never seen him behave this way, he was being a real douche. Sure he was popular, football team captain, and handsome as hell but he was always a good guy. I mean he kept me as one of his closet friends even though we should’ve grown apart, I was more of the loner type while he was the popular jock, but we still hung out on a regular. What he didn’t know was that I was gay and I’ve been in love with the guy for years, but that was something I never planned on him finding out.

“That’s gross bro, what the hell has gotten into you?” I asked seriously concerned for my friend, my concern only grew as i watched him pull out a cigarette from his letterman jacket and stuck it him between his lips.

“Relax ‘bro’ I’m just living my life to the fullest. You got a light?” He asked with as he spotted more girls walking outside the diner window and blatantly checked them out.

“I know you said you didn’t wanna talk about what happened earlier but it was kind of scary and I’m starting to think it might’ve done more damage to your brain then you thought. I don’t smoke and neither do you!” What is was referring to was earlier today we were walking home from school when some crazy guy tackled ran into Max tackling him to the ground as he ran from the cops. The man had apparently been an escape convict who was making a run from the cops after a failed prison break. The strange part though was when they got back up, he looked seriously distraught and started freaking out when he saw Max. As the police were pulling him away he started yelling crazy stuff about Max stealing his body, and that he was innocent. I was worried for Max, but he shrugged it off like it was no big deal and that he was just a nut job and he didn’t want to talk about what happened, but now I’m starting to think it may have really gotten to him.

The waitress came around and noticed Max with the cigarette.

“Sir, there’s no smoking in the diner.” He said looking annoyed, Max just whistled at her and winked.

“Sorry sweet heart, just a long day working out at the gym,” he said flexing his biceps for the waitress who looked red in the face almost as red as I was, “I need a little stress relief, but I could substitute a smoke for a quick session with you in the restroom, what'dya say honey.” My jaw basically dropped to the table. He received a good smack across the face just before were kicked out and banned from that diner. Max cursed at them the whole way out. Max waved down some skater kids as they came by and got a light from one of them and lit up his cigarette. It was weird watching smoke, it looked like he’d been doing it for years? What has he not been telling me.

“Fuckin’ tight ass bitch.” Was all Max said as we stood in the alley across from the diner. “I can’t take this much longer, I feel like I’m about to explode.” He said and took a deep drag from his cigarette.

He was being such an asshole, “Dude seriously what gives? You’re starting to scare me.” I said with sincerity in my voice.

He looked at me carefully for what felt like an hour but was more like a few seconds.

“I think I figured out what your deal is.” He said narrowing his eyes at me. It made me really nervous the way he was looking at me, I took a step back.

“Me? What deal?” He walked over to me without missing a beat grabbed my face with both his hands. His right hand still with the cigarette in between his fingers, the butt of it touching the side of my face, then without warning he kissed me. Roughly and yet intimately. I tasted fresh tobacco and mint that I assumed was from his tooth paste. Then he lifted me up and pushed my back against the brick wall in the alley, I felt a twinge of pain in my back, but it didn’t matter. I was enjoying this too much. He starting unzipping my pants. I pulled away long enough to speak.

“Wait.. I mean.. Aren’t we going a little fast? He put his hand to my lips as he shushed me. He dropped his cigarette and put it out with his sneaker.

Then he spoke to me with the charming sincere voice I fell in love with, “Hey. It’s me, Max. You can trust me, alright?” His eyes shown with the charming look I’ve grown to trust, yet there was something behind the eyes something devious.

I nodded, and like that Max began stripping off mine and his clothes as he carried me over to his car where he threw me in the back seat and pulled out his cock in my face for me to blow, he started giving me orders and I did what he told me to do. He was very dominant, not as gentle and loving as I imagined in all my fantasies, but then again I wasn’t complaining. We had his car shaking for a long time as Max went to town on plowing my hole. When it was all said and done he dropped me off at my house.

“So, you think we can hang out again tomorrow?” I asked shyly.

He smirked at me, “Already hungry for more, eh?” He grabbed my ass hard and leaned into my ear, “I’ll let you be my new fuck boy just as long as you keep quite about what really happened tonight. I’m pretty sure we both would want that.” He said as he kissed me again, and suddenly I came to the realization. What if that crazy convict was telling the truth. What if this wasn’t really Max, and they somehow managed to swap bodies. And he thought I knew all along, which was why he slept with me, blackmail? He knew I wouldn’t say anything if I wanted to continue having these relations with Max. But it’s wrong knowing that the real max is locked up for nothing. But as he kissed me and I felt his hard muscles through his letterman jacket I had a hard time being morally just about it. Maybe I’ll give it a few days or weeks or however much time I need to decide.

[malevessel]

I'm surprised this isn't already full of fanfics and stories about "The Beauty"