manwritingtales

NSFW!!!! This is a place for my shorter stories, usually shapeshift, mind control, body swap, possession, etc. If you see your photo in this blog and would like it to be taken down, send me a message. I don't use AI on my writing (my own preference, I don't judge those who use it inside the TF community specifically) so expect long periods of time where I don't post

[manwritingtales]

Barbershop Tales

The Executive

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The man enters with a stern nod, a grim line set across his face and an immaculate sweep of gray hair that looks like it has never needed a trim. He takes a seat as though he owns the place — and given the way he carries himself, maybe he could.

"Morning, Mr. Volkov," I say, earning a nod from him. Thankfully, there's no one in the shop and I can give him the full experience. He takes off his coat and sits on the chair.

I get started on his hair, trimming specks just a millimeter too long. I may have other plans, but I sure do still take cutting hair seriously. The stern frown on his face doesn't disappear, but I notice the clear signs of drowsiness that men have when they go to the barbershop.

The snip snap of the scissors are deliberate, cutting only what is needed. The rhythmic sound of the fan above him hums.

The man's eyes flutter to a close, but his hand firmly grasps the chair's sides. The slow cadence wins. His hands unfurl and he lets out a small, involuntary shudder.

With a press on his chest to make sure he's really out, I walk to the door of my shop and flip the sign 'Closed'.

The man's chest rises and falls, the frown gone and the man as calm as the sea. He looks much better not frowning, though I know a way to make him look and feel even better.

I open my mouth and feel a shining bright light appear from my core. My body drops to the ground as that light shoots out of my mouth and into the man's ear.

There's a few seconds of tense silence on the shop. Any passerby would've seen the sleeping man and the barber lying on the ground. The man in the suit wake. With practiced efficiency, I grab my body and prop it on another chair, making it look like I'm just asleep.

I adjust his tie on the mirror. The man's eyes stare back at me. I try his frown, the stern look on his face that definitely scares the people he works with. I break out into a grin, watching the man's face contort and shine brightly.

I can already feel the bulge on his crotch hardening, a combination of my own arousal and the man's days of control breaking.

Every inch of me is amplified; the way the cloth touches his skin, his feet wrapped in his socks, and the faint smell of his expensive cologne are all amplified. I can taste the saliva on his mouth, his tongue moving about exploring this strange yet familiar sensation.

I stroke his bulge, watching his reflection do the same. If he saw the cctv footage, he'd have seen his own self massaging his crotch as the barber sleeps on the chair.

"Черт, я такая сексуальная!" I say in his deep baritone voice. Fuck. I grip the side of the chair as I buck his hips involuntarily, a moan escaping him. Fuck, even the sound of him was getting me off.

"I should stay in here," I say with a growl as I unbuckle his belt, watching his reflection on the mirror as I unzip and pull down his slack blue pants suit. He's wearing dark gray boxers, and I growl as I stroke his lengthening cock, the python's head already bursting out the underwear.

"... should stay in this body, live his life, and fuck men as I please," I say in his voice with a groan, taking out his cock, a mighty 7-inch fucking thick as a beer can cock, already starting to fuck the air. The sounds of his groans and growls fill the shop, and I stroke his cock even faster and faster.

I race through his memories as I stroke his cock, how he likes to take control in meetings and fuck every new secretary he hires. I see a memory of a wife, and I stroke his cock even faster at the thought of this hot daddy wearing leather, fucking a man younger than him and owning him completely.

I stroke faster and faster. Beads of sweat form from his temple as I raise his arms and lick his armpits through the cloth. I see memories of him fucking women with wild abandon, only caring that he comes, and I imagine him doing the same with the executives, shoving their faces down and forcing them to service his cock. I stroke his thick cock faster and faster and feel the dam about to burst in every corner.

His toes curl, saliva drips from his open mouth. I grip his chest, stroking the fabric of his suit. His reflection stares back at me with the same crazed lustful haze.

"Fuck yeah, fuck hgnhhh!" the man groans wildly as ropes of cum shoots to the chair, the window, and his suit. I groan as endless amount of cum shoots out of him, closing my eyes just to savor every single feeling of being this man.

I let his body sigh, heaving. I enjoy the way his chest moves, his cock softening, spent. He'd be back again soon and I'll be ready to take him in again.

I smirk on his reflection, globes of white cum streaked across it, and some even on his suit.

After a while, I grab some tissues and clean as best as I can, though I scoop up some cum on his suit and lick his fingers clean. I sit on the chair, taking one last look at the man's smirk, a satisfied look on his face.

"One of these days I'll stay longer in you," I say in his deep voice. I open his mind implant a few more suggestions.

I open his mouth as the bright light shoots out from his mouth and into mine.

I get up from where I was resting and feel the calmness and familiarity of my body easing. The man sleeps on the chair. I give his chest one last squeeze before finishing his haircut.

The man blinks awake, bleary. His eyes land on his reflection. He doesn't notice the wetness on the side of his tie.

He nods sternly, seemingly pleased. He grabs a wad of bills.

"That's too much, Mr. Volkov," I say, but he shoves it on my hand anyway. He steps forward and grabs my crotch, and I gasp as he grins predatorily at me. He doesn't seem to notice how odd he just behaved as he's already walking out the door with the same efficient way he walked in, though he seemed much more satisfied now.

I stare at the chair he was just in, already thinking about the next time he'd come back. The chime of the front door ring. I smile at the customer and motion for him to sit.

[manwritingtales]

Jock Roommate

Note: Some pictures were too spicy for Tumblr (this post got flagged!) so I've linked to them instead

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You know, I was happy when I first saw my roommate. Fit, handsome, and just excruciatingly sexy. You just know he had an easy life using his looks. He'd walk down the street and men and women would stop to turn and stare at him. He was that gorgeous. Too bad he was also a complete slob. He only cares about getting fit, playing sports, and getting laid. The stereotypical jock. Several shirts thrown here and there around were fine; and I honestly didn't care—I even took a sniff or two here and there, but I didn't expect him to be such a big fucking slob.

After a month of living with him, discarded bottles were all around, energy drinks, pizza boxes, and all sorts of garbage that I couldn't even decipher. It made me mad—not just by how dirty he was, but with how he could manage to eat like a pig and still look like that. Even if he didn't shower for days, instead of getting just stinky, he exuded this strong scent that I couldn't help but secretly enjoy. It was unfair seeing how much of a pig he was and still looking like that. Every other day, he'd be dragging some chick to bang all night, and the day after, I kept telling him to quiet it down, and he'd just roll his eyes and tell me to "lighten up." It was relentless. Every day, he'd be bringing a chick, sometimes two, and they'd go at it all night. The guy was a horndog. Muscles, chicks, sports, sex. That's all he cared about.

I don't know if he knew I was gay. Maybe he did. Sometimes, he'd be back from the gym, throwing his wet shirt along the pile of laundry on the floor, he'd grin at me and tell me to clean up the place. He'd take a long shower, while I stared at the soaked shirt. I would take it, feeling the warmth and moist of it, and plunge it deep in my nose. God, he reeked. It was a smell enough to drive a man wild. I wanted it closer to me, I wanted it in me.

When I heard the shower turn off, I immediately threw it away and started cleaning up. He'd stand there, looking fresh with clean skin and black hair, letting the water hit his chiseled abs, and he'd smirk at me and leave without saying a word. It went on for months until I hit my breaking point.

It was semi-finals. I was working on several projects and I got an exam the next day. Phillip—God, even his name sounded sexy on him—brought another girl home and started making out on the sofa. I heard the girl giggling in delight as they moaned. I peeked my head out and saw Phillip kissing the girl's neck. I grew angry. "Do you mind taking it in the bedroom? I got an exam tomorrow. Don't you have class too, Phillip?"

He looked at me in annoyance. "Mind your own business," he said. He turned to her. "Don't mind him. The fag's just jealous he's not you." They both laughed and started making out again.

That was it. It was too much. The pressure from college, Phillip calling me a fag, and the deep-seated feeling that he was right—I was jealous I wasn't making out with him. Things had to change.

What I didn't mention before was that I'm studying chemical engineering. The only reason I got into this prestigious university was that I was a stellar student. I was always combining compounds even before high school, and I knew I could work on something if I work hard on it enough.

I didn't sleep for three months. I dedicated day and night trying to find the perfect compound to use on Phillip. I may have barely passed my exams, earned a warning from my professors for being late or absent, but I was dead set. I used the university lab to make my own concoction, further improving upon it during the night. I barely survived the semester and I still spent the entire break perfecting my concoction.

Time passed like a blur, but I remembered every painstaking detail. Every late night of brainstorming. I didn't care. I was angry at him. I was angry at him for being such a slob, for being a jerk to everyone, and I was angry at myself for being attracted to him. In the end, I finally released the breath I'd been holding for months. I had done it. I'd found the perfect combination.

A new semester arrived. Phillip talked to me in the living room. God, I hated how my stomach felt when he was with me. He just exuded this potent musk, and the way he looks at you is enough to make your knees fall.

"Dude. You gonna pick up around here or what?" he said, glancing at the dirty apartment. I didn't point out that he made that mess. "You know I got more important stuff to do than handle all this. And it's not easy taking care of this bod, you know?" His muscles bulged as he spoke. I stared straight at his eyes. "Try not to be completely useless, for once."

This time, I didn't get mad. I smiled at him and said, "Okay."

He looked at me strangely. I didn't care. For once in my life, I didn't feel helpless against him, helpless against my attraction for him. I had the solution.

Just as scheduled, he went to the gym first thing in the morning. When he came back, he fixed himself a drink and got on the shower. Listening carefully to the running water, I let the liquid fall into his drink. I felt calm. I was so nervous thinking about it, but doing it felt so easy. I ate breakfast as I watched him drain the drink in a single gulp.

I saw him groan and enter his room. I sat on the couch, looking at the clock as minutes passed by. Finally, he opened the door, shuffling slowly to the living room, a confused look on his face.

"I… I don't feel so good…" he mumbled, collapsing to the floor.

I looked at his unconscious body. He even got a nice bubble butt. Too bad it was wasted on a straight dude. I got the vial from my room and swallowed it down. This shouldn't take too long, but for now, I looked at his body.

I turned him around. God, he's handsome. In spite of the horndog jerk, he was so pretty to look at. I let my hand roam over his skin, then gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. He smelled clean and fresh, his skin cool. I inhaled deeply, burying my face on his neck. His potent scent filled me. I could feel my dick become harder. I looked at his face, letting my fingers trace over his abs, and I kissed his lips. I let my tongue inside him, savoring his warmth, enjoying his saliva. I lifted his arms and smelled his pits. Still fresh from his shower, I gave it a lick. A shiver ran down my spine. God, I wanted more. I needed more of him.

I felt a tingle in my chest. The vial was kicking in. I shucked off my clothes and let my naked body fall on him. I could feel his chest, his dick, and his arms. I felt my brain cloud. An odd sensation lingered on my feet. looked down and gasped as I saw my foot slowly merging into his body. This was it. It was happening. I kissed his chest, my hands moving over him as I felt more of my body sinking into him. I could feel his soft breath against me, and it drove me wild.

I felt my chest fall inside him, my arms fading into him, and then the darkness consumed me as my consciousness slipped away.

I blinked. I was looking at the ceiling. A sharp pain throbbed in my head, and I clutched it in pain. Everything felt weird. My eyesight was hazy. I blinked rapidly until it cleared.

"What the fuck…"

Phillip's voice came out. I gasped and touched my throat. I felt stubble on my cheek. Looking down at my legs, I noticed how much stronger and more defined they were.

"Holy shit," I said, the words coming out in Phillip's voice. I touched my abs, feeling how firm they are. I looked down at my arms. Holy shit. They were toned as hell. I stood up and gasped at my new weight—my new height. I stumbled into the bathroom and looked in a mirror. Phillip's handsome face stared back. He looked confused, and I raised my arms and saw Phillip in the reflection do the same. I reached out and touched my cheek.

"It… It really worked…" I felt his tongue, somehow the feeling of enunciating words and syllables felt different. I flexed his arms and saw Phillip in the reflection doing the same. "It fucking worked!"

I watched as Phillip's face lighten up, grinning, as I felt my new body. "God, Phillip. You were always so fucking hot."

Hearing Phillip talk this way was enough to make me hard. I looked at every inch of his chest, at every part of his arm, and I could no longer ignore the hardening length below me. I shoved his boxers down. Good God. Phillip was packing serious heat. The thing was seven inches long, and it was only half hard. "Damn, Phillip," I muttered, "no wonder you got a chick every night."

Just the mere fact that I'm looking at Phillip and listening to his voice was enough to make me hard. I let out a heavy breath as I watched his cock get harder, arching to a full ten inches. I gave it a tug and left out a groan. Phillip's voice was manly and needy.

"You're so hot, Phillip," I said, gasping as I took his dick in his hands. I closed my eyes and let the sensation overtake me. I was him. I'd finally done it. I gave my brand new dick a squeeze and I groaned, as loud as I can. I felt my knees buckle, warmth coursing through my body and directly to my dick. I opened my eyes and stared at my reflection, seeing Phillip with his mouth open, hand on his long, hard dick, groaning. I spit on his dick, the saliva mixing with his pre-cum. I grinned at his reflection, trying to emulate the original Phillip as much as I can. I flexed his arms, wiggling his eyebrows as I stuck his tongue out. Jesus Christ he was sexy.

I turned and looked at Phillip's hairy bubble butt in the mirror. He was perfect. I stroked his cock, feeling the overwhelming heat radiating from it. It was veiny and wet, pulsating in my hand. I stroked it faster while flexing his arms, sniffing his armpits and feeling his knees buckle from the sensation. I started stroking harder and harder. "Fuck, Phillip!" I groaned, the words coming out in his voice, sounding so damn sexy. I stroked harder, feeling his body get slick with sweat. "Ohhhh fuck yeah!" I groaned harder, letting his voice fill the room. I inhaled deeply, taking in his smell, sniffing his armpits as hard as I could. His scent was powerful. It'd never been this overwhelming. It was in me. This strong, musky scent was everywhere.

I stroked harder and harder. I looked at Phillip in the mirror, seeing his body jerk off, his hands slick with saliva as his mouth drooled. I felt my knees buckle and I let out a loud groan, massive amounts of cum spurting from his dick, splattering against the mirror. I let the sensation wash over me, the warmth still so overwhelming. I breathed in and out, my chest rising and falling.

I looked at his reflection again, then at my hand. It was slick with his cum. I stared at his reflection and watched Phillip lick his own cum from his hands.

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I plopped down on his bed. Even his bed smelled like him. His room was a mess—clothes thrown everywhere, bottles, papers—but I didn't care. I stared at the ceiling, watching Phillip's chest rising and falling. I looked over his body, the birthmark, the veins, and all the little things I'd only began to notice now that I was in him.

"God, Phillip, why did you have to be such a dick?" I whispered in his voice. I breathed in and out, still not sure if this is real or a dream. I heard a notification from his phone, and grinned as it opened using facial recognition. It was a message from a random chick, asking when they were going to meet up.

"Well, that's not gonna happen," I whispered. "I'm gay as fuck."

Hearing Phillip say those words made me snort, a laugh escaping my lips. I tossed the phone aside and let myself enjoy the warmth of his bed. He feels so tight, so manly, and so good. I looked down at his dick, which was already getting hard again. A wave of intense horniness washed over me, then dove straight to my hardening cock. "Jesus, Phillip. Now I get why you're such a fucking horndog."

[manwritingtales]

Dad, What The Hell Happened To You?

"Dad, what the hell happened to you?" my dad is shirtless, his protruding hairy belly in sight. Just last week, my dad, the daddest dad I know, started posting weird shirtless pics online. I wouldn't have worried if he was just posting workout physiques, but there was something else different about it. He's a quiet person, and he doesn't often go shirtless, but this newfound appreciation for his body took me off guard.

"Nothing happened," my dad said, rubbing his belly. He looked at me calmly, with the same serious look on his face. "Aren't you proud of your dad getting in shape?" He flexed his arms, showing his hairy armpit. I cringed internally. He massages his biceps, the hairs on his chest, and almost smugly displayed them to me.

"I don't care about that," I said, trying to avoid looking at his body. "But dad… my friend sent me a screenshot of you…" Just getting the words out feel wrong. My dad, who was married for years with my mom, was now this person I barely recognized. "It was you… it was a Grindr profile…"

He just looked at me, silent for a moment. "So?"

I stared at him in disbelief. "You're not gay! You were married to mom! I've even heard your political views on gay people—and that told me all I need to know!"

He flexed his arms, and I cringed at how performative it looked. "I've always been gay, son. Now that your mother's gone, I can finally let men worship this bicep." With that, he kissed his arms and looked at me with a hint of a smirk.

I felt sick to my stomach. I would never have guessed that my father was gay. "Look. I don't care that you're gay. Everyone's asking me questions about you. Your Instagram profile is just countless shirtless pictures of you just from this week!"

He took a step forward, and I could smell the faint aroma of his body. "Well, son. I think it's time, don't you think?"

He looked at me calmly, and I could feel something darker within his eyes.

I forced the words out. "Time for what?"

I saw him smirk, a sinister smirk that made my eyes go wide. He whispered, "Go."

My mouth is forced open as panic rises from my chest. A sudden warmth invades my throat as I feel it slither further down into me. My legs grow limp as this warmth slithers further down to the deepest corners of my body. The warmth seemed to disappear, leaving a strange sensation as though something was just in me.

I cough. Hard. Dad's just looking at me with the same serious expression. "What the hell happened?"

"Now I can do this." He stepped forward and cupped my crotch. I let out a gasp as I move to get away. My legs stand still. He leans in, and I feel his hot breath under my neck. "You have no idea how long we've been waiting for this."

He starts rubbing my crotch, his strong hands cupping at the balls and at my — and I realize in horror—hardening cock.

"What… the… fuck… is… happening?" I choke out, my breathing getting heavier as my father stares at me with his deep, soulful black eyes. I feel his other hand pulling me closer.

"He struggled, too, you know," my dad said, his voice strangely harmonic. "But he likes it now."

I feel my hand move on its own accord, and I put my left hand on his chest, the right behind his back. "I'm not fucking gay!"

"Yeah?" he grinned like a predator catching its prey—a view I thought I'd never see, "Well, he wasn't at first."

I feel my arms moving on its own, taking off my shirt and shucking off my pants. "What the fuck!"

My dad leans in and starts kissing my chest. My dad, who once told me not to play with a 'girls' toy', was now knee-deep in my armpits, sniffing so hard he looked as though he would faint. Oh god. My cock has never been this hard. Holy fuck, what the hell is happening?

I lean away for a moment, and I stare at my dad's eyes. For a moment, I see him, my real dad, somewhere in those eyes, then I feel a force like a cannonball forcing us to kiss like mad men. I groan, cringing inside as I felt my dad's tongue in my mouth. I've fully leaned into his body, rubbing his arms and feeling his hairy back. He smelled faintly of sweat, but my cock only grew harder from his musk.

"This isn't you," I gasped within kisses. I feel my body lean in until I'm sucking on his nipples, groaning at his hairy body. An undeniable urge to devour his body was in me. All my body wants to do is to worship this man. My dad, who raised me. This hot, sexy, piece of meat. Fuck!

"Oh, it's me, son," he said with a gruffness that only spurred me on. He forced me closer, and the strength of his arms makes my knees weak. "You already feel it, don't you? You're not sure if it's just something making you do this or it was something you've wanted all along."

I lean in and sniff his armpits, clawing at his hairy belly and kissing him, the odd sensation of kissing someone with a beard enough to send shivers down my spine. I… I understood it now. My dad is fucking hot and he should display his body as much as he wants! Wait! That's not me!

"Don't fight it, son," he whispered, licking my ears. "Come sit on your dad's cock, son. I know you want to." Yes, I did want to. My hands travelled to his cock, and my eyes open wide as I discover it's as thick as a beer can.

"Jesus, dad," I say, unsure if I'm impressed, embarrassed, or horny. I want to suck his cock. I look at the large fucking thing. The veins, just the thickness of it all. All I want to do is just slather his cock with my saliva. I want that thick dick deep in my—wait.

"This isn't me," I whispered to him. My body moves down his cock until I could smell it. All the warmth and musk seemed to lead right into his dick. He grabbed me by my hair. "Come on, son."

My dad looked at me with a proud smile. It was the type of smile he only gave me once in a decade. He looked so gentle and… fuck. He was so fucking hot. I lean in and take his cock in. I gag, unused to the invasion to my throat. I start sucking in, my hands moving to his balls and to his legs. I… love his cock. I love the feeling of it down my throat. I should have more cocks down my throat. I love it. All of a sudden, it felt… easier. I slowed down and savored his taste. He groaned, his familiar voice sounding so… hot, so bothered. His cock was so hard but I fucked my throat in it. I felt his hands on my head.

"You're fucking good at this, son," he said gruffly. I felt my cock get even harder at the praise. I love it. I want my dad to fuck me all the time. I want him all the time. I want his dick in me. I don't. I do. Wait, fuck, I don't! Yes, I do.

I feel a sudden surge of energy in my dad's cock. I feel it pulse, and my body leans further in, and this time I gag even more. Fuck! I need to stop this! I will myself to lean away but my body won't respond.

"Don't fight, son," he said, caressing my hair. "Make your dad proud."

He suddenly thrust forward, his cock further impaling my throat. "That's it, son," he cooed. He thrust again, grabbing my head and keeping it in place. I don't want to fight this. I want to let this happen. My dad let out a loud groan as a torrent of cum splashes out into my throat. I gag but my body keeps still, hot thick cum shooting straight in my throat. I love the taste of it. Just the thought that it's from my dad is enough. I want it all. I feel his cum leak out from my mouth, but my tongue laps as much as it can, hungrily.

We collapse down to the ground. My dad's sweating profusely, and he looks so hot with his hairy body all oiled up. Shit. This really fucking happened. I just sucked my dad's cock. He looked at me with the same calm expression, but his eyes seem gentler. I heave in and out. I can still taste my dad on my mouth.

We don't say anything for a few minutes. I'm leaning on his arm, his warmth feeling so inviting. I look him straight in the eye. "Now who the fuck is in my body?"

[manwritingtales]

Fuck! Wrong Body!

I can only jump bodies every few years and this fuckin' man had to jump to my eye line! I was ready to jump, to swap bodies with this hot athletic dude I've been watching for several weeks. I've got it all planned out. I'd switch bodies with him, take his money and live the same as I'd usually done; fucking and getting fucked and making sure this body is shown to the world. But goddammit, when I was finally ready to swap, I didn't waste one second and immediately tracked this dude. I took a deep breath and staring intensely at him, concentrating on him and only him. Then an old man passed by. It was instantaneous. I felt my spirit leave this vessel I'd been inhabiting and move to the older man. From behind a pillar, I suddenly found myself standing in the middle of a street, strange sensations coming over me as this body's senses kicked in.

I was stuck shocked for a moment, and behind the pillar a man was lying on the ground slowly waking up. I stared at the body I wanted to switch to. "You need something?" he said. I stare at his handsome face—the face I could've be as for several years.

"I—" my voice was much deeper. I suddenly felt the weight of this body. His blue polo shirt clung to his body. It was obviously a few sizes too small. I stare at my new gut. The realization finally dawned on me. "Fuck!"

People look in my direction, but I'm too upset to notice. "Goddammit! Why the fuck were you here?!" My voice was much deeper and older than my old body. I stare at his arms, then touch his face. Bearded. I touch his belly.

"Ugh," I groan, this weight very unfamiliar to me. I've mostly switched to athletes, those muscular jock types, so this was extremely different to what I'm used to. Soft music played in his ears and I throw the air pods away in frustration.

"Uhh." The athletic dude looked at me like I was crazy and left. I stare with a sigh as I see his body disappearing into the crowd. That could've been my body.

"Honey? What's wrong?" I hear a female voice from behind me say. I turn around. A woman, in her fifties, maybe. She's looking at me with deep concern. "What's wrong, honey? Are you feeling alright?"

I open my mouth, then close it shut. Without a word, I walk away from her quickly. I hear her echoes as I make my way deeper through the streets.

I run in this heavy, slow body. Everything feels jarring. When switching bodies, every element of your being needs time to reassess. The memories in the brain come in fragments, where it usually takes weeks to months to learn it all, but the thing that immediately makes it clear that you're in another body is the sensation. The physicality of it. For muscle jocks, everything is leaner, tighter, and easier. It's easy to bend his body, to jump, hell, it's easy to breathe. But this body is almost the exact opposite. His shirt is constricting his body. I'm still not sure why he decided to wear something a few sizes too small. His beard scratches his face. His belt cling to his body, his gut held. I feel so heavy and tired, or at least not as energetic as my past body used to be.

I take out his phone and open the camera.

I sigh. I suppose this beard is pretty cool. But I'm really not okay with the idea of being stuck in this body for a few years. He and his wife probably got kids, who'd come looking for him. That won't be a problem, but I tried not to switch bodies with men that had too many attachments. I walk through a random street, trying to get used to the way his body moves. No one's paying me any mind. It kind of feels nice, for a change. One time I switched with this dude who modelled, and the entire time I felt everyone's eyes on my body. But no one's paying me any attention now. I'm just another father vacationing with his family.

"Dario." The name comes out of this new body all of a sudden. "My name is Dario," I mutter in his voice. The details feel so hazy, as my new and old memories are still figuring out space. My name is Dario. I have a wife and two kids, one adult and one in college. I dig deep into his mind for more information about this man. Nothing yet but those key details.

I stop in a nearby café to focus, trying to gather out any of his old life. Not that it's gonna be much use, since I already have a plan to do, but it's always important to make sure that the body you're inhabiting won't bring any problems. I try to imagine myself not as me—but as Dario, a husband and a father of two. I make his body smile.

I'm sure anyone who knows Dario well can see something off. That the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. That's naturally how it goes at first. If you plan on keeping this body's life and family, be sure to blend in with all his quirks and subtle movements.

I stare at his hairy arms, patting his belly and stroking the bulge in his trousers. I sigh. I just can't help think of the body I was supposed to switch to. This athletic dude with giant biceps and strong legs. I'd look at his body, and watch myself stroking his muscular chest, and muscular arms, talking dirty as I smelled his musk, then I'd...

I feel this body stiffen. I feel his cock harden and I give it a stroke, involuntarily letting out a moan (which earned several glances from people). Huh. This cock is... not bad at all, actually. It's average in size, but—I move his body in a more comfortable position, making sure to hide below the table—it's... thick as a beer can. "Alright," I mutter, enjoying the warmth of his thick cock permeating from his trousers. There's some silver lining after all.

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It's been a few months in this body. I'm still not completely sure if I like it. After the day I switched with him, I kept my current plan and cut off communication with this body's old life. I'm sure his family must be devastated, but I'll take good care of this body. He is much hairier than the usual ones I'd switch to, much older, definitely, but he's unexpectedly much more virile than I thought. He could last almost as long as those muscle jock dudes I've switched to.

And the attention! It's even different now. One walk at a bar and I still get a lot of glances, now usually from bears and twinks, (and I was much more into bodybuilders and jock types) but I don't hate it after all. His first time getting fucked was rough, and his ass was sore for a while, but I enjoyed watching this body getting plowed by a hairy bear who insisted on calling me daddy.

Memories of this body's life continue to flood, and it felt bad leaving his tenured professor job without a trace, but I'd say I'm making more use of this body by fucking and getting fucked as much as I can.

[manwritingtales]

Give Me Back My Body!

My goddamn uncle stole my body! I would always catch him looking at the corner of my eyes, with him obviously trying to hide it. I was always uncomfortable with it, but he didn't say anything so I thought I could leave it alone. I was in practice when I suddenly found myself blacking out and waking up in my uncle's house, in a different body.

"Give me back my body!" I screamed at the phone, my Uncle David's deep voice coming out of my throat. I feel his stomach rumble, feeling confined in this shirt.

My body—me—grins, flexing his—my—arms. "Sorry, Kev. This is my body now. You know, I've always thought you were so sexy. I tried to just look, but I couldn't. I realized it just wasn't because I thought you were hot, it was because I wanted to become you."

He grins and flexes, and it's so bizarre watching my body act that way. So… slutty.

"I always fuckin' knew you were a fag!" I spit.

Oh god. He's so hairy! And this beard! It feels so weird having this big bushy beard on my face. I was always used to just having a stubble on my face.

"Don't worry, Kev. Or should I say Uncle David," my body grins, "I made sure to keep that body gay in the spell."

What—?

He must've seen the confusion in my face, because his grin only grows larger. "That's right. Take a look at this." He uses my body to flex my arms, the young body exuding virility and strength. He kisses his—my!—biceps and a strange sensation passes over me. Oh my fucking god. No, no, no! I feel the hog in this body growing. Jesus fucking Christ. Am I getting hard over my own body? Is it me, or is it his body getting hard?

I look at my old body, and I suddenly found myself understanding things from Uncle David's perspective. I do look pretty fuckin' hot. I shake my head. This is wrong!

"Listen here, fucker," I growl, secretly pleased with how low Uncle David's voice is. "Give me back my body!"

He smirks. "Or what?"

I pause, then take off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. "Or I will post your fuckin' dick all over the goddamn internet!"

He laughs, caressing his muscles. "Is that the best you can think of, Uncle David?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Well. I'm sure I can think of so many more fun things to do with this body."

He shows my body's plump butt, and I hear him say, "I'll be sure to send you the video of good ol' straight Kevin getting fucked in the ass."

"You…—!" I was speechless, and I was even more horrified to realize that Uncle David's body is fucking hard. Not just aroused, but rock fucking hard! I resist the overwhelming urge to adjust the boner in my pants.

My shocked expression seems to please him. "Don't worry, Uncle David," he says using my voice. It's so strange hearing myself say all this. "I know I won't be the only one bottoming. I'm a bottom, and that body is a bottom. Better clean yourself up because I know you'll get the urge soon."

"You fucking—"

Call disconnected.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. I stare at Uncle David's reflection in a mirror, a strange combination of scared, shocked, and… horniness coursing through me. His body. Me. Jesus, even now it's starting to get harder and harder to figure out what this body is feeling and what I'm actually feeling.

"I'll fuckin' get you," I glare at Uncle David in the mirror. "I'll… I'll get my body back…"

A thought pops out of my mind—a thought that sends shivers down my spine. I bury it down. I won't let it get to me. If his body wins, then Uncle David wins. I won't let it happen…

'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get fucked.'

[manwritingtales]

Bully

Why does this bully have to be so hot?!

I've been preparing this incantation for months now and I finally finished it. I only got ten minutes in his body, and I got to make it count. I chant the words, an endless stream of an unknown language coming out of my mouth. My mouth shoots open, my eyes wide as I feel my entire soul being lifted.

I blink. I'm somewhere else. A nice house, sitting on a couch. I glance at my arms, immediately noticing it's not me. I've caught him in his couch, watching a random show. It takes me a few seconds to grasp the reality of the situation: I'm him! I've possessed his body!

I immediately strip his body naked. The sensations feel so strong, his skin tight, and I feel the warmth coursing through his body. The clothes smell rank, of his sweat, and I breathe in his smell. He must've just come home from the gym. I take his phone, and unlock it with his fingerprint, then start recording.

I start by flexing his arms, waving his cock at the camera with a fierce look. I use his body to flex and pose as slutty as I can. The veins in his arms are popping, and for a moment I suddenly understand why he's such a confident douchebag. My eyes travel to his smooth, chiseled chest, and down his ass. It's way too juicy for a straight guy. Making sure the phone is still recording, I stare at the lens as I lean deeper on the couch, lifting his big legs and showing his ass. I make his face stick out his tongue, and insert a finger in his ass. I let out an involuntary gasp. I'm sure he'd never have something up his hole.

"Ohh fuck!" I moan in his voice, his finger diving deeper in his tight ass. I record him moaning like a bitch, while I use his voice to say, "I need to get fucked so bad! I'm such a fucking gay slut! Oh god, I need cock in my hole now!"

I use his arms to caress his body, his other finger still in his hole as I say, "That's right. I'm a fag. I've been a fag all my life and I'm tired of pretending. " I think about all the gay men he'd beat up, all the violence and name-calling. His cock is way too fucking huge it annoys me, but I make his mouth spit on his cock as I stroke it, enjoying the warmth and stickiness of his saliva mixed with pre-cum.

"That's right. I'm gay, I love cock, and I suck cock as much as I can," his voice says, and that is enough to drive me wild. Just his voice moaning and the mere fact that I am him is enough to send me over the edge. I moan as loud as I can, his voice reverberating around the room as I make him stick out his tongue and stare at the camera with lust. He shoots buckets of cum, hitting his chest and the floor. I look at the phone, scoop his cum with the one I put in his asshole and lick it clean. It's warm and salty and I already feel his cock hardening again.

The time on the phone grabs my attention. One minute. I speed up and send the video to me (the real me). While it's sending, I hide his phone under his couch to make sure it sends fully. I glance at his reflection on the TV, a smirk on his lips. I feel the cum on his body drying. What I would give to see the look on his face when he sees himself drenched in cum. And I'm sure I'll be seeing his reaction when the world sees how much of a gay slut he really is.

---

I shoot up from the floor, the candles suddenly snuffed out. My phone dings. A smile creeps to my face, knowing I have exactly what I need to take the bully down.

[manwritingtales]

In Another Body

There's a game you like to play. It can be anywhere; a park, a classroom, somewhere. For now, you're in a library. Students murmur among themselves, off in their own little worlds. A few tables next to you is a man buried in a book. Under the table, his feet taps incessantly. He's alone.

You've done this long enough to know exactly what you need to do. You focus your entire mind on him, then that mental click in your head clangs. For a stranger, they'd see your eyes rolling back as you pass out, your face falling to the desk. In an instant, you feel the very essence of you floating away, your mind uncaged. But it goes just as quickly as it came. In an instant, you're sucked in another body, and you feel physical again. You look around. Your body lies slumped on the desk as though you've just fallen asleep. If someone checked, they'd find no pulse.

This body's reading a book about law. You don't particularly care about that. You flex his arms under the table, and that's what makes invading a body so fun. You don't just inhabit his body, you feel what he's feeling, on the deepest sense possible. There's always that subtle changes, about the way they breathe, about the way they see color, about the way the fabric touches their skin. You look at his arms, hairy and toned. You hum in his voice, showing your appreciation. You look down. He's only wearing shorts, so you're free to appreciate his strong, hairy legs. You already feel stirrings in his crotch. It's your mind, of course, controlling him. You overpower him. His body can't help but attach itself to your mind.

You grab his phone, and a quick scan of his brain allows you to unlock with the passcode. You stroke the fabric of his shorts, his cock straining against it. You take a picture and send it to your real body. This would make a nice addition to the gallery.

You look around, enjoying the way his chest heaves up and down. No one pays you any attention, so under the table you grab his cock out and begin stroking. You don't even need to think about anything hot, or of any particular bodies you've invaded. His sensation is enough to make you wild. The warmth of his body sends a jolt straight to your mind. His cock is pulsing, and all the warmth feels centered to it. You let out a moan in his husky voice, and that finally earns you a few glances. It's fine. Let them look.

You smirk in his body. In his brain, you know how he'd react. Petrified and embarrassed. If he had control, he'd leave this library and never come back. Instead, you use his right hand to pinch his nipples, your hand travelling under his shirt. You feel the hairs on his chest, the warm supple skin, the muscles, the sweat building up. His muscles tense and constrict as you pump his cock harder. His face is looking up at the ceiling, his Adam's apple bulging as you leave his mouth open. You make sure not to make too much noise, but there's enough movement that causes people around you to look in utter horror. You stroke his cock, massaging his skin. The heat builds up and you feel it inside of him like a cauldron waiting to explode. You stroke, and stroke, and stroke, using both his hands as you feel his muscles tense ready to explode and shoot until…

"OhhhhhhmygoooOd!!!"

The moment it hit, you immediately go back to your own body. His senses come back too late, and he lets out an involuntary loud moan. You stare with a twinkle in your eyes as his knees buckle, cum spraying on to his chest. The rest of the crowd are frozen. No one makes a sound. They're all staring at the man who just jerked off and moaned like a bitch.

He pants, the intense surge of horniness in his body subsiding. He finally comes to his senses, and his eyes open wide in horror. There's a security guard coming. You feel the heat and shame radiating off him like waves. His cheeks are red, sweating profusely and with cum on his clothes. He's frozen for a moment. You know the feeling. In a blink, he grabs his stuff and dashes away as quickly as he possibly can.

Meanwhile, you close your book, and check to see the photo he sent to you.

[manwritingtales]

Suck, Fuck, Repeat: The Gym

No one could have ever anticipated it. No one in the world knew that in just one moment, everything they knew would change. It was like a lightbulb, a radical realization of the new world.

Ricky and Theo were at the gym that day. They were college bros, spending most of their time at the gym and getting as much pussy as they possibly could.

Ricky was grinding out dumbbell curls, his veins pulsing as sweat ran down his skin. He looked at Theo, carrying huge dumbbells doing lateral raises. For a moment, Ricky remembered his latest conquest the night before, a hot blonde whats-her-name, and he walked over to Theo.

"Hey, bro, I forgot to tell you about this chick last night."

"Oh yeah?" Theo said, removing his headphones.

"It was…" and then a sudden thunder in his mind crashed. It's as though all the synapses in his brain shut off and restarted.

"It was uh…" Ricky continued, trying to remember what he was saying. "It was this… this college chick… and she… had this… huge… uh… "

"Bro, you okay?" Theo's brows furrowed. Ricky looked like his brain had fried off. He was drooling slightly, looking at Theo with a strange, dazed look.

"It was a, uh…" Ricky drone, "dicks… yeah… that feels right… cocks. That's what I was thinking."

Theo's mouth hung open. "…what?"

Ricky's mind felt like it was being emptied out, and in place, there was only one thing he could think of. Actually, two things. "I… need to suck your cock, bro… or fuck your ass… I need to do it, bro…"

Theo stared at Ricky in disbelief. "What the fuck is going on with you? You high or something? Why're you acting like some fag talking about dicks…?" He paused for a moment, noticing the tent on Ricky's shorts. "You're… you're a goddamn fag! Your dick is hard! Your… long… warm… dick… is… so fuckin' hot! I never realized that until now!"

Theo had a surprised look in his face, looking at his best bro in a new light. Ricky grinned, heat rising from his chest and his cock. Theo looked so fucking hot in his tight shirt and that cock barely concealed by his pants. A moment of panic dawned on his face as he realized he was so excited to see his buddy's dick, but then the panic subsided, and he found himself licking his lips.

"I… I need to suck your cock," Theo said. "Oh my god, I'm a fag! I can't stop thinking about your dick. All I want is to have that cock inside my mouth and as far as my throat can handle. Come 'ere!"

Ricky didn't hesitate. He planted a hungry kiss on Theo's neck, lapping up his formerly straight buddy and relishing his sweat. "I want your cock in my mouth too," Ricky said, the sentence so foreign to him, yet it felt so right. All he wanted was cock. All he needed in his throat was cock. As many as he could, all the time.

Theo almost growled, making his way down Ricky's shorts. The dick was straining against the shorts, and in no time it came out plopping, vibrating. Theo stared in amazement. "Bro, you got the best lookin' dick I've ever seen!" he said, even though it was the first cock he had seen that wasn't his.

Theo wrapped his lips on Ricky's dick as quickly as he possibly could, and he choked because of the sudden large shaft. It was the first dick he'd ever tasted. It felt like heaven. It pulsed in his mouth, the warmth of Ricky reaching its epicenter on his cock. Theo felt his own cock straining against his clothes, and Ricky let out an unbridled groan, eyes closing, relishing his best bud's mouth. He looked around, and some were staring at them like they're crazy, but just as quickly, the looks of disgust were replaced by looks of… jealousy?

Theo sucked hard, wanting to take as much of Ricky's cock as he could. "I should've become a fag years ago," he wanted to say, but all that came out were muffled grunts.

Ricky pulled back Theo's head, and for a moment, Theo seemed to get angry, but then he said, "I need to suck your cock, too, bro."

Theo grinned, and they moved to the side of the gym equipment. Theo took off his pants, then laid down on the ground. He looked at his best friend with a grin, the side of his lips dripping slightly with saliva.

Ricky slowly laid down, facing Theo's legs. "Jesus, bro, all that time fucking chicks when you're right next to me every day."

Theo replied by giving Ricky's cock a lick, and Ricky's knees buckled at the overwhelming sensation. Ricky shoved his mouth down Theo's dick. He closed his eyes, tasting Theo's pre-cum as he felt his own cock leak. Ricky felt like he was in heaven. All he wanted to do was suck his friend's cock—any cock he could get his hands on. It felt so right. Theo and Ricky were in sync, sucking the other's cock expertly, and finally, Ricky buckled, and he let out a loud groan as he felt his cock explode. Theo's cock burst, and Ricky lapped up Theo's cum, swallowing as much as he could as he felt some dribbling out the side of his lips.

The cloud seemed to have passed, and Ricky got up and helped Theo up to his feet.

"So… " Theo said, face wet with sweat, "we just… sucked each other's cocks."

Ricky thought he would feel embarrassed or guilty, but sucking his bro's cock felt like the most natural thing in the world. "Yeah," he replied.

They looked at each other, then noted the sea of bodies next to them, fellow gym goers, all men, bodies wrapped around each other, sucking cock.

Then another urge passed through them. Something more. Something even more primal. Theo's eyes locked with Ricky. They had the realization at the exact same time.

"I need to fuck you—" "I gotta fuck you—"

Ricky was heaving up and down, the taste of Theo's cock lingering around his tongue.

"I gotta fuck you first, bro," Theo said, slowly.

"Nah," Ricky said, voice low and quiet. "You need to bend over so I can fuck you."

They went back staring at each other, both of their chest heaving up and down, sweaty but not even a hint of tiredness in them.

Ricky pounded first. He grabbed Theo's muscled arms, forcing the man to turn around. "Fuck!" Theo said as he was forced to turn around. He saw the rest of the men sucking cock, but he also saw some of them struggling for control. He turned his focus back. Ricky's grip was strong, but for a split second he lets go of Theo's wet arms, and that was enough.

Theo pushed Ricky, making him kiss the ground. Ricky groaned, his dick just as hard as it had been minutes ago. "Fuck, man!" Ricky gasped.

Theo's eyes were wide and crazed, teeth gritted as he grabbed his hard dick and jammed it down Ricky's virgin ass.

"AHHH FUCK!" Ricky shouted, gasping as he felt Theo's dick invading his ass. For a moment, all he could feel was pain, but it was gone in an instant. He suddenly realized he had lost. This was right. This is where he belonged. All he wanted to do was suck cock and get fucked. He thought about his friends: Jason, Darnell, Eric, and the rest of his teammates. He wanted to suck their cocks. He wanted them to fuck him one by one.

Theo grunted, pumping his dick deeper down Ricky's ass. This was right. He was made for this. He wanted to suck cock and fuck every man he could get his dick on. His mind looked back at all his memories; memories of locker rooms, gym, PE class… he could've gotten dick and fucked men for so long!

"Well," Theo said, panting, beads of sweat running down his body, "No point on thinkin' bout the past. I'm going to fuck you all day, bro."

Ricky groaned, the warmth of Theo's dick pulsating around him. "Oh fuck yeah, bro! Fuck me in the ass! Come on, faster!"

Theo obliged. He fucked harder than all the chicks he fucked before. His cock had never been this hard—it almost hurts, but he fucked his friend's tight ass as fast and long as he could. His right hand travelled all throughout Ricky's lower backside, enjoying the warmth and unfamiliarity of his skin. It felt so right.

"Oh god!" Theo moaned, tension rising as he felt even hotter and bigger, "I'm going to fucking cum!"

"Fuuuuuck!" Ricky groaned as he felt Theo thrust deep, cum blasting on his ass. His cock blew again, with just as much cum as before.

Theo and Ricky plopped down on the floor side by side. Sounds of wet tongue and grunting men invaded their ears. For a moment, they just relished each other's warmth. Then, they looked back at each other. A wordless agreement settled on their faces. They reach for each other's cocks...

[manwritingtales]

The Right Groom

I've been helping my best friend plan his wedding for the last few months. The theme was 'Anyone But You', and at first glance it seemed to be an easy theme, with our powers and all, but the wedding is a month away and we still can't decide the body.

He accepts my call, and a stranger answers.

"Hey, man, what's up?" he says, the voice uncharacteristically chipper for a voice that deep. I immediately recognized that as Nathan, my best friend. 

He spins and fixes his bowtie, the man grinning. "What do you think?" He gives the man's bulge a stroke.

"I don't know," I say. "He's cute, but I'm not sure he's groom material, you know what I mean?"

He sighs, "Yeah, I guess. I really don't know what to do! Steven already chose a body—before you ask, he won't tell me—and he smirked real hard, so I knew he chose someone good."

"Hey, hey, don't worry." Nathan, still in the stranger's body, was looking at me with brows furrowed and eyes shining. "You spot any more possible choices?"

He perks up a bit. "I actually do." He moves out of frame for a second. Even as his best friend, he still won't let me know the way he transforms. Geeze.

The phone moves rapidly for a moment until we reach his bathroom. Nathan has transformed into another stranger. He tries to smile, but only sighs in frustration. "What do you think?"

He flexes his arms and twirls the man's mustache. "I can see it. He's handsome. It's still up to you," I say.

"Come on," he whines, and it's amusing seeing this mature body acting like that. "My mind's been blank for months. I need help."

"Okay. Don't Steven like hairy guys? Maybe you can find someone like that?"

"Wait! Check this out." He starts taking off the suit, revealing the body's furry chest and belly. The body's cock is long, and Steven doesn't shy away from stroking it.

With one hand on the phone, he strokes his chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the body. He moans, the body's voice smooth. I grin at him, my hand reaching down to massage my bulge.

"Oh god," he moans, pinching his nipples. "I think I want to fuck him in this body. Or maybe he fucks me."

He lets his mouth hang open, staring at his reflection in appreciation. "Jesus Christ. I wonder who he is in real life."

"I can call you back," I say with a grin.

He smiles sheepishly, the body's pearly white teeth on full display. "Right. Sorry. So this one's definitely in the runner up, right?"

I nod. "Looks pretty good to me. His voice is hot too. You got another body?"

"Yes! Glad you reminded me. I saw this man in the mall a few days ago. I couldn't resist."

He sends me a photo of a bearded man taking a photograph in what seemed to be a bathroom.

"I didn't get to stay for too long," he continues, but the man's hairy, and he got a pretty thick dick. I'd love to ram that dick down Steven's throat." Nathan, still in the hairy man's body, sticks out his tongue and bobs his head up and down.

I laugh. "Maybe that could be your honeymoon body?"

He grins. "Just look at this thing! Even just looking at it makes me want to fuck somebody with it. There were too many people in the mall, but I did pee using that thing. Could barely hold it with his hands."

He sends me a dick pick, and sure enough, it's a monstrous 10-incher, as thick as a beer can.

"Goddamn," I say, breathless. I had a pretty modest cock, but even though I've spent my time in countless dudes with giant cocks, it always made me wonder how they're able to keep to keep that monster hidden.

He stared at the phone for a few more seconds, uncaring, as the hairy man's mouth started drooling. A faint thought of wanting to catch that saliva passes through my mind. He shakes out of his reverie and says, "Wait a minute. Have you found your body? The best man needs to have the best body too!"

"I'm glad you asked."

I have it easier than most people, and I can transform into anyone using only a photograph. Some people need body touch, possession, vials, spells or some other tactic, but I only need a photograph and I can transform into that person instantly. Or at least the person they were when the image was taken.

I move off-screen (mostly because I'm mildly annoyed at Nathan still keeping his tactic a secret) and glance at the photo on my table. The change is instantaneous, and I immediately feel lighter. My head rang for a moment, a drawback for a transformation as quick as that, but years of practice left me fully able to lessen that migraine.

I smile at him in this new body and say, "I saw him online, and I just couldn't resist."

Nathan rolls his eyes with a smile. "Lucky."

I take the time to explore the body once again, enjoying the strange sensations all over my body. One thing people don't mention enough when changing bodies is how literally every single thing changes: your senses, your visions, even the way you perceive things. This body, for example, has excellent health, but slightly blurry eyesight.

I open my shirt, reaching for his pec. His warm skin sends a ripple down my body, and I'm acutely aware of the growing bulge in this body. My other hand has reached his pants, massaging them, through the fabric making me moan harder.

Nathan doesn't say anything, continuing to change bodies as I explore every single inch of this body.

"Hmmm…" I whisper. Even his voice sends tingles down my spine. I massage his big thighs, the fabric of the pants feeling oddly satisfying against his skin. The thought of the real body seeing himself doing this sends a thrill. Sometimes I daydream about pretending to run into him with his own body, trying to seduce him using his own voice. I imagine using his hands to slowly massage his body, kissing the original man's lips using his own. I've already released his cock, stroking it in all its glory. It's veiny, pre-cum making it all shiny. I stroke the guy's cock faster, blood rushing in and making his dick even harder. It pulsates, my knees losing strength as I think of sucking the man's cock using his own mouth. I grip the side of the table as I gasp, closing my eyes as cum shoots up and onto my clothes and on my face.

"Finally got that out of your system?"

I'm still closing my eyes, breathing up and down, relishing the feeling of hot cum on my face. When I open my eyes, I gasp at Nathan.

"I think I found the one."

[manwritingtales]

Bro Takeover

It wasn't very hard to possess this body, he was too busy looking at his phone that I jumped right in. I can still feel him trying to resurface, so I push him down and let out a smirk.

"What's happening?" I hear his voice in my mind.

I flex his arms, seeing the muscles constrict and tense. "I got your body now, bro."

"W-What?"

I grab his cock through his pants and feel it already getting hard. "Well, you were wasting this dick on all these women when you already have so many bros who would gladly take care of it."

I stroke his cock, seeing the outline of his massive meat on his pants, I grin. "You'll enjoy it, I know."

"Stop it," he says half-heartedly. He could feel the same sensations I was feeling, and I know that soon enough, he'll be begging for more.

"Oh yeah?" I tease. I raise his arms and lick his armpits. It's musky and sweaty, and I hear him groan, so I lick it some more as I fondle his chest.

"W-Why are you doing this?" I could feel his mind hastily trying to gain control, but it's weak, and I've handled way more ferocious minds than his. This isn't my first rodeo.

"Because it's fun, bro!" I say honestly. "Come on, don't tell me you don't want to play with your friends, bro."

I search his mind, and he has a couple of close friends. I imagine them worshipping his cock and rubbing their hands all over his body.

He lets out a moan, then remembers he's thinking about his friends. "Stop it! No...get the fuck out."

"Aww, come on bro. You're at least a little bit curious, ain't ya?"

I am, I hear him think, then he continues just a quickly, "N-No! Get out of my body!" I stifle my laughter.

I let out his massive cock, and I feel his embarrassment; we're in a public bathroom and anyone could come in at any moment, but I couldn't care less.

He kept whispering for me to put his cock back in his pants but I merely stroked it faster. His meat is veiny, thick, and long. God, I'm gonna enjoy fucking with this cock and getting fucked with his bubble butt. I massage his ass with his other hand, looking at his reflection of a guy seemingly hot and bothered with his own body.

I buckle his hips, pushing forward and backwards as though I were fucking something, and I scour his mind for his hot friends. Mat, from the gym, lunging and flexing his muscles and Jeremy from work. I imagine them worshipping his cock and he groans, wild and hot sensations running all over his body as his knees began to weaken and his mind began to blur if what he's feeling was what he'd actually been hiding all along or if I was the one causing it.

And then he shoots, ropes of cum spreading to the floor and to his pants. Cum drips from his cock to his hands, and I spread his cum all over his body. His body is warm, his muscles constricting and flexing ever so slightly as cum makes it seem to glisten. I smell his armpits again. It's wet and hot, and I sniff as much as I can, taking in his strong musk. Sweat and cum seemed to mix and the smell reminds me of a busy gym. Damn, how fun it'll be when I go to a gay bar with this straight body.

He's quiet now, resigned.

I look at the mirror and smirk, bringing his hand up and licking the cum off his hand. It's salty and still a bit warm, and I lick his hands again and again, relishing the feeling of the new body.

"Don't worry bro," I said. "You'll get used to this. But answer this, though, did you enjoy it?"

A couple of guys enter the bathroom and stops talking when they see a man with his cum-stained pants on the floor with his cock dripping with even more cum.

I grin and flex at them, showing off his sweaty arms, "Like what you see?"

They're too shocked to say anything and they quickly take their leave. I laugh, then look back at his handsome face. "Now bro, answer the question. Did you enjoy it?"

I wait for a couple of seconds, as I feel him mulling over the events. When he answers, I grin.

"...yes."

[manwritingtales]

A Fortunate Accident

I never expected to swap bodies with my uncle. He was driving and I was next to him. He was drunk, evidently from the smell of liquor in the car, and next thing I know, we were in an accident. We hit a tree, and there were smoke coming out of the car.

"Are you okay?" I said. I looked to my right to see if my uncle was okay, but there was only road. I looked to the left and I was staring at myself! I was in the right side of the car! I immediately grabbed my—I retracted and grabbed my uncle's phone instead—and looked at myself in the camera. I was him! My mouth hanged open, his bearded face doing the same.

"I'm fucking handsome," I muttered with my new voice.

"What's happening?" I hear a groan. It was my voice.

I looked at myself, groaning and slowly opening his eyes. He was fine, and there weren't any blood.

I tried to do my best impression of my uncle. "Are you alright, kiddo?"

"Yes... wait, what the hell is happening!?"

He looked at me, eyes wide, so I said, "I think you have a concussion."

He looked at his hands, feeling his arm and staring right at my face. "What the fuck!"

"Let's get you home," I said, thinking of what my real uncle would've said in that situation.

He nodded hazily, and I managed to bring him home. He wasn't hurt by the accident, but he sure as hell looked like he was dazed because of the switch. He'll just have to get used to his new body.

Now here I am flexing and taking photos of my uncle's beautiful body. I look at every inch of tattoo and skin, and I flex even harder. I can feel uncle's cock hardening, and I slowly tug it with his hand, smiling a bit as I take more and more photos.

I think I'm going to enjoy being in his body for a while...

[manwritingtales]

The Hot Stud

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I take picture with his phone—or should I say, my phone—and take in his wonderful body.

Two hours ago, I was working out when I saw this hot stud come in. It was my first day at the gym and my body was still lanky. I couldn't focus on the workout and all I could do was stare at his handsome face and muscled body, looking at every inch of solid hunk of meat. The next thing I remember, I was looking up and my chest was heaving up and down.

"What the—?" I said, a different voice coming out of my throat. "What the fuck!"

It was an older man's voice, and way, way deeper than mine.

"What's happening?" I mutter, relishing the deep voice as I felt myself grow aroused.

I looked below me. It wasn't my own body! I lifted my shirt only to see that I was ripped! Every inch of my body was beautiful, and covered with sweat from the apparent workout. I looked at the mirror and it was the face of the hot stud I was looking at looking back at me!

I smiled, and the handsome reflection smiled back. I felt my cock harden. No, wait, it was his cock. I tug it with his meaty hand. It was huge! I wasn't even fully hard yet but it was already long and thick!

"Oh fuck," I say, feeling his cock go harder as I relish his deep manly voice. I roll his tongue around, taking in the saliva. I massage his big biceps, feeling the sweaty skin and sweaty arm pits. I brought it to his lips, and looked at his reflection seemingly licking his own armpit. His cock grew harder, and I just knew I wanted to shoot my load.

I got up, momentarily realigning myself with my new height, and sprinted to the bathroom.

I quickly removed his pants, and his big schlong bounces out like an animal coming out of its cage. It was magnificent, and I sucked in a breath, smelling the scent of his musk empowered by the workout.

I touched the tip of his cock and I moaned, but it was his voice that came out which made me moan all the louder.

I began stroking his cock in long slow motions, taking in every inch of the thick cock I knew I would never get tired of.

"Fuck," I whispered. Even his voice turned me on, and I stroked his fat cock faster.

I moaned, with his right hand stroking his cock and with his left hand feeling up every inch of his chest, I grew closer to shooting my load.

I massage his beard and stroke his cheek, painfully aware at his moaning voice and his heaving chest.

"I'm gonna—unghh!" I shoot my load, his hips bucking forwards and backwards as streams of cum shot upwards and into his chest.

I breathe up and down, feeling his chest heave up and down, and everything felt different in this body. I felt heavier and better. Even breathing felt different.

I cleaned myself up and grabbed his phone. I went back to the gym room and tried to find my old body. I couldn't find it. I wasn't sure if he—the original he—was in my body or not, but I didn't give a shit. I was in a new and better body, and I knew I'm going to enjoy every second of it.