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[its-your-body-now]

Azure Sands 3

I stood in the NYC hotel room in my suit, phone in one hand, the other sliding a pod into the coffee maker. The rich smell hit the air right away as the machine gurgled. I scrolled through Instagram while it brewed.

Jose’s story popped up first. There he was in a sharp navy suit that hugged his frame, hair neatly styled, flashing that easy grin straight into the camera. “Suited up and headed to court. Ready to fight for my right to live freely as I am today. Azure Sands doesn't have the right to steal my autonomy. Lets do this."

He looked sharp. Confident. The suit stretched across his chest just right, the jacket open enough to show the crisp white shirt underneath.

I was nervous to see him at the courthouse later today.

I took a slow sip of the coffee, feeling the fabric of my tight dress shirt stretch across my large chest and shoulders. It still didn't feel normal. This body just wasn't built for dress clothes.

I set the mug down and adjusted my tie in the reflection of the mirror hanging from the door. Not bad. Just not mine.

--

A little over two years ago I went to Azure Sands for a getaway.

I was 32, burnt out from nonstop work, and freshly single after my girlfriend and I called it quits. The idea of a body-swap experience sounded like the perfect way to get out of my head. I’d read the stories online—people talking about how freeing it felt, how intense the sex hit when you were wearing someone else’s skin. All anyone at the resort wanted to do was fuck as each other. I figured it’d be fun to try fucking as a completely different guy, different race, different build. Some people even ended up loving their new bodies so much they made the swap permanent. I wasn’t into that part, but it was still a glowing recommendation.

The resort was beautiful when I arrived. Turquoise water, white sand, palm trees everywhere. Everything smelled like sunscreen and salt air.

All was going according to plan at first. They had everyone check into the hotel and invited us to the Sapphire Lounge where we mingled as we waited for the pairings.

I was standing near the bar with a cold beer when this guy came up and introduced himself. Jackson. White guy from Memphis, maybe a few years older than me. He had a cool southern accent that rolled out slow and easy. Bald on top but really muscular, arms and chest filling out his tank top, cool tattoos down his arms.

We started chatting. He asked what brought me down here, and I told him the truth—needed to reset after a shit breakup and even shittier year at work.

“Same,” he said, clinking his glass against mine. “Figured swapping into something new would shake things up. You look like you take care of yourself. Bet you’d wear my body well.”

I laughed.

They made the announcement of the different pairs a little while later. When they called my name and Jackson’s, I felt a quick jolt of surprise. He turned to me with this satisfied look.

“What are the odds? Guess we’re doing this,” I said.

Jackson leaned in closer, voice low. “Actually, I paid for the higher tier package. Got to pick my swap partner before I even got here. They sent pictures and bios of everyone coming for the two weeks. I picked you.”

I raised an eyebrow. “For real?”

He nodded, that southern drawl thick. “For real.” His eyes flicked down my body again. “Flattered?” He said in a vaguely flirty tone.

I'd never been interested in guys, but for a split second I saw the appeal of corn-fed guy with a southern drawl.

“Yeah,” I said, feeling the heat in my face. “I am.”

---

The swap happened overnight. I went to bed in my own skin and woke up the next morning as Jackson—bigger, heavier, tattoos covering parts of my new arms and chest.

We ran into each other at breakfast. The whole dining area was full of people moving differently, testing out new heights and weights and voices. Jackson—in my old body—spotted me and waved me over.

“Morning,” he said, grinning with my old face. “Holy shit, this feels weird, right?”

I sat down across from him, rolling my new shoulders. “Feels like I’m wearing someone else’s clothes that are way too tight in the right places. These arms… I keep bumping into shit.”

He laughed and flexed one of my old biceps. “Tell me about it. Your body’s got speed though. I ran on the beach earlier and felt like I could keep going forever.”

We spent that first day bro-ing out about it. Hit the resort gym together, spotting each other on the weights.

After that day we kind of went our separate ways.

Everyone was too busy focused on the main reason they’d come here: to fuck. The resort had us all do STI tests on arrival and put every single person—men and women—on medical birth control. They knew exactly what this place was and weren’t trusting anyone with condoms.

The next two weeks were heaven. Hot women kept throwing themselves at me in Jackson’s strong, tattooed body. I could cum deep in whoever I wanted, whenever I wanted, with zero repercussions. And they were just as into it, chasing the same rush.

One night I ended up with this Brazilian girl who was wearing the body of some bitchy French woman from Paris. She had me literally weak in the knees. The way she rode me, grinding down hard while her tits bounced, had me gripping the sheets. I loved how Jackson’s thick beard felt dragging across their pussies when I ate them out—rough and warm, the scratch making them shake and moan louder every time. She came so hard on my face I could barely breathe, then begged me to flip her over and fill her up. I did, thrusting deep until I unloaded inside her, both of us sweating and cursing in the humid night air.

The only kind of weird thing during the stay happened a few nights in. I was walking back from the beach bar when I spotted Jackson across the resort. He was flirting hard with this tall, built guy. The guy had his hands all over him—grabbing Jackson’s ass through my old shorts, squeezing his arms. Jackson looked up at him with these eager, submissive eyes, like he was already gone for it.

I hadn’t realized he was actually gay. His whole dude-bro vibe had thrown me off.

Later I saw them heading toward a villa. Out of pure morbid curiosity I followed and peered through a side window. The curtains were open just enough. Inside, the big guy had Jackson bent over the bed. He ate my old ass like he was starving for it, tongue working deep while Jackson moaned and pushed back. Then the guy stood up, slicked his cock, and slid in.

I watched the whole thing. Jackson took every inch, gasping and gripping the sheets. The guy railed him steady and deep, hitting the right spot over and over. I didn’t expect what happened next. Jackson’s cock—my cock—started shooting without anyone touching it, just from his prostate getting pounded. Thick ropes hit the bed while he shook and cried out.

Damn, I thought, staring. My asshole is gonna hurt when I get back in there.

It didn’t bother me too much. I was more surprised than anything. We were all here for the same thing. If he was getting off and it felt that good, who was I to judge?

But I was thrown when Jackson brought it up on the last day. We were sitting by the pool, drinks in hand, when he leaned in.

“Look,” he said, voice low, “I’ve been thinking. I’m loving this body. A lot. What if we just… stayed like this forever? You can fuck me, or I fuck you?"

You see, the resort’s only real rule was that swapped pairs can’t fuck one another, otherwise the swap is permanent. That said, it was an open secret of the resort that they don’t care if guests do it on purpose.

I stared at him.

He kept going, eyes serious but still carrying that flirt. “You’d have a great life in my skin. Bigger dick than what you’re used to. Women come up to me all the time back in Nashville wanting to get fucked. It’s kind of wasted on me since I’m gay. You’d kill it.”

I shook my head. “I appreciate it, man. But I’m good. I want my body back.”

He relented, but not before flashing me a half-smile and letting his hand brush my thigh. “Your loss. That cock could stand to keep fucking pussy and you look damn good in that big muscular frame.”

I laughed it off.

Then something completely unexpected happened.

---

On the very last day, right before checkout, the resort staff called everyone into the Sapphire Lounge. The coordinator looked nervous as she delivered the news.

“There’s been a malfunction with the body swap technology,” she said, voice tight. “Due to a programming error, all of you actually underwent a permanent swap on the first day.”

The room went dead quiet, then erupted.

Jackson turned to me, face pale. “Fuck… I’m so sorry, man. I had no idea.” His words sounded genuine. But when I glanced down, his cock—my old cock—was rock hard and straining against his shorts. He shifted, trying to hide it, but I saw.

We didn’t have much choice. After the paperwork and the lawyers the resort threw at us, we went back to one another’s homes. He flew to my place in San Diego. I flew to his in Nashville.

We stayed in touch at first. Texts checking in, a couple awkward video calls where we tried to laugh about it. But we lived so far apart, and real life started pulling us in different directions. New jobs, new routines, new bodies to get used to. The contact faded after a few months.

I could see from social media how well Jackson was doing in my old body. He posted a picture a few months after the swap—him and this really hot boyfriend he’d met at the airport on the way back to San Diego of all places. Tall, sharp jawline, the kind of guy who looked like he worked out just to show off. They looked happy. Really happy.

My own life in Nashville was a string of one-night stands. I’d go out to bars, and women would come up to me, hands sliding over Jackson’s thick arms and chest, tracing the tattoos that still didn’t feel like mine. They loved the muscles, the beard, the way I filled out a shirt. I’d take them home, fuck them deep and hard, watching their eyes roll back while I gripped their hips with these bigger hands. The sex was good—great, even. But it left me depressed afterward. They weren’t into me. They were into Jackson’s body, his look, his vibe. Not the guy actually inside it.

Some of the guys around town were even more confused. A few times at bars, very good-looking dudes would slide up next to me, grinning like we had history. One leaned in close one night, hand brushing my thigh. “Been a while, Jackson. My place is close. You still into what we did last time?”

I had to let them down easy. “Sorry, man. Things are different now.” They’d look surprised, almost hurt, before backing off.

---

Then suddenly, out of nowhere, two years later Azure Sands reached out to everyone. They said they’d found a way to reverse it.

Some participants swapped back immediately. Others had settled into their new lives so well they refused. That left a small group where one person wanted to switch back and the other didn’t.

Tough luck for me—Jose was one of them.

The morning I found out, I called him right away, heart pounding.

“Dude, they can fix this,” I said, voice rushing. “We can swap back. I’ll book the flight today—”

“No,” he cut me off. His voice—my old voice—was calm and flat. “I’m not doing it.”

I stopped pacing the living room. “What the fuck do you mean you’re not doing it?”

“I mean I’m happy here,” he said. “I’ve got a boyfriend who actually gets me. I make more money in your old job than I ever did in mine. I like this body. I’m keeping it.”

We started yelling. I told him he had no right to steal my life. He shot back that I was the one who’d been living his—fucking half of Nashville—and that I should just admit I’d moved on too. The call ended with both of us pissed off and him hanging up first.

Jose ended up as the lead plaintiff in the lawsuit against Azure Sands for everyone who didn’t want to swap back. It blew up into a national media case. He went on national morning talk shows, sitting there with my old smile, looking sharp in suits that fit him perfectly. People ate it up. He talked about how much he loved his new life, his boyfriend, the dog they’d adopted, how the swap had finally let him become who he was meant to be. He made it sound unconscionable that anyone would try to force him to change now.

---

I stared at his latest Instagram story one more time—the one of him suited up, headed to court.

Time to go fight for my body back.

The court case had dragged on for a few months by now, and today was the big day of testimony. The courtroom felt stuffy under the fluorescent lights as they called up swappees from both sides—people desperate to get their old bodies back, people fighting to keep what they had, and couples who had mutually agreed to stay or switch. Lawyers grilled them on every detail: happiness levels, relationships, careers, mental health.

Finally, they called Jackson to the stand.

He walked up to the stand in my old body like he owned the room. The navy suit hugged his frame perfectly. His hair was styled neat, that easy grin flashing as he swore in. The Tennessee accent was completely gone, replaced by a smooth, light Chicano San Diego cadence.

The lawyer started easy. “Mr. Rivera can you tell the court why you wish to remain in your current body?”

Jackson leaned forward slightly, sincere. “I truly believe I was always meant to be Latino. Before the swap I already spoke Spanish fluently—Mexican Spanish, actually—along with English. The real Jose didn’t. When I woke up in this body, it felt like coming home. I love connecting with my culture now. The food, the music, the community. I go to family gatherings where I actually belong. Forcing me back would rip that away from me.”

He turned and looked directly at two older Hispanic women on the jury. “Y sé que ustedes entienden lo que significa sentirte parte de algo más grande,” he said in perfect, warm Mexican Spanish. “Esta es mi vida ahora. No quiero perderla.”

The two women smiled softly, nodding like he was the nicest grandson they never had.

He continued, voice steady. “I know I would suffer permanent psychological damage if I had to wake up to a different face in the mirror every day after getting so used to this one. I’m finally in a fulfilling relationship. My boyfriend—God, I love him so much—just proposed to me two weeks ago.” He held up his hand, showing the ring. A few people in the gallery sighed. “It would be unfair to drag him through this. He fell in love with me, this me.”

Jackson glanced over at the defense table where I sat, then back to the jury. “When I look at my former body now, I don’t feel anything for it. Those old tattoos? I hate them. They don’t represent who I am anymore. Forcing a swap back would be like making me become a stranger in my own skin. I’ve built a better life here—more meaningful work, deeper connections, real happiness. I volunteer at the local Latinx community center. I’m mentoring young guys who look like me now. This body lets me be the man I was always supposed to be.”

He was flirting with the jury the whole time, too—subtle smiles, eye contact that lingered just a beat too long. The older gay man on the jury kept nodding, completely hooked. The college-age hunk who looked probably closeted shifted in his seat, cheeks a little flushed every time Jackson’s gaze passed over him.

The lawyer wrapped up. “No further questions.”

As I sat there listening to him, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Every word out of his mouth made me angrier. I was always meant to be Latino. Bullshit. He talked about belonging like he'd earned it, like two years somehow outweighed thirty-two.

Jackson stepped down, shooting one last polite, charming smile toward the jury box before walking past my table. As he did, he leaned in just enough for me to hear.

“Sorry, man,” he whispered, that light accent curling around the words.

My attorney put a hand on my arm.

"You're up."

I stood and buttoned my jacket. Walking to the witness stand, I could already feel eyes on me. Jackson had practically floated up there. He smiled at people without even trying. He had that face that made strangers trust him before he said a word.

The clerk swore me in, and I sat down, the tight fabric of my dress shirt digging into my shoulders. My attorney started with the easy questions.

"Can you tell the jury why you're asking the court to order the reversal?"

"Because it's my body." I looked at every juror as I said it, trying to bridge the gap between Jackson’s gruff voice and my own soul. "I know you've heard a lot about identity over the last few weeks. You've heard about careers and relationships and happiness. I understand all of that." I nodded toward Jackson, sitting there in my old skin. "I'm glad he built a life. I really am. But he built it with something that wasn't his."

I held up my tattooed forearm. "I wake up every morning looking at somebody else's arms." I rubbed my thumb across the ink. "I still don't know what half of these mean." A few jurors smiled politely. "I shave somebody else's beard. I hear somebody else's voice. I catch myself in mirrors and for a split second I still expect to see..." I stopped, realizing there wasn't much point in romanticizing it. "My own face. I don't want his life. I never wanted his life. I just want mine back."

My attorney let that hang for a moment before sitting down. Then the defense attorney stood, wearing the same practiced smile he’d had all week.

"Mr. Carter, let's look at how you wound up in this situation to begin with," the defense attorney began, pacing slowly toward the witness stand. "You weren't forced to go to Azure Sands, correct?"

"No. I went on vacation."

"A very specific kind of vacation. You went there for the explicit purpose of swapping bodies with another human being."

"For two weeks," I clarified, my jaw tightening. "It was supposed to be a temporary experience."

"But you went willingly. In fact, according to the resort's logs and the discovery files we reviewed, you didn't just participate—you thoroughly enjoyed yourself. The records show you gave the experience a glowing review on your exit survey before the malfunction was announced." The attorney smiled, looking over at the jury. "You spent those two weeks engaging in numerous intimate encounters, taking full advantage of Mr. Rivera's physical build. By your own admission to the resort staff, you loved how it felt to wear his skin. You thought it was 'heaven.' Isn't that right?"

I felt the heat rise into my face, Jackson's thick neck growing warm beneath my collar. "We were all there for the same thing. It was a fantasy resort. That doesn't mean I wanted to give up my actual life forever."

"Of course," the attorney said smoothly, pivoting back toward me. "But the point remains: you willingly walked into an experimental procedure to abandon your biological identity for pleasure. And you've continued to live in it. You've now lived in your current body for over two years."

"Yes."

"You've maintained steady employment, continued your hobbies, made friends. You've dated."

I hesitated, thinking of the string of empty one-night stands in Nashville. "...Yes."

"So despite the circumstances, you've adapted."

"I didn't have a choice. I had no alternative."

The lawyer nodded slowly, walking a little closer. "You testified you've had numerous intimate relationships over the last two years. So women are attracted to your current appearance."

"They're attracted to his appearance."

"But no one forced you to date."

"What else am I supposed to do? I still have needs."

"So despite everything... you've managed."

Something about that word irritated me. "Managed? Yeah. Like a guy who loses a leg manages. You don't congratulate him for walking with a prosthetic."

The analogy landed poorly; a couple of jurors frowned. I pushed through the frustration anyway. "You all keep looking at me like this body is some prize. I'm a six-foot-three bald guy covered in tattoos. I look like I belong outside a biker bar. I walk into a grocery store and little kids stare. I don't exactly have grandmas pinching my cheeks and calling me handsome anymore."

Too late, I noticed the older Hispanic woman on the jury—the one Jackson had been charming in Spanish just minutes ago—fold her arms tightly across her chest.

"I didn't mean—" I cut myself off. The damage was done. I forced myself to finish. "This isn't who I am. I used to smile at people and they'd smile back. Now they move out of my way. I'm intimidating. I'm not approachable. I'm not... built to be this guy."

The defense attorney tilted his head, smelling blood. "Yet, you testified that people respect you. You said they don't mess with you."

"I meant... when you look like this, people tend to take you seriously."

"So this body commands respect. You enjoy that? It's useful."

"Look, anybody would enjoy not having people push them around."

"So you've benefited."

I didn't answer. He looked back at the jury with a satisfied nod. "No further questions."

The jury was dismissed to deliberate, and then all we could do was wait.

Nobody talked much. My lawyer tried making small talk for the first hour before giving up. Across the room, Jackson sat with his fiancé, their fingers intertwined. Every now and then I'd catch him looking at me with my old eyes. I couldn't tell whether he felt guilty or relieved.

Late the following afternoon, the bailiff opened the door. "The jury has reached a verdict."

My stomach dropped. We filed back in. The foreperson handed the paper to the judge, who unfolded it slowly.

"On the question before the court... the jury finds in favor of the defendant."

For a second, the words didn't process. Then it hit me. My lawyer lowered his head. Across the aisle, Jackson closed his eyes and let out a long breath, his fiancé gripping his hand.

The courtroom erupted the moment the judge adjourned. Reporters rushed toward Jackson before he even stepped into the aisle, calling him by my name as camera flashes filled the room. I stood there for another few seconds before quietly picking up my briefcase. Nobody stopped me. Nobody had any questions for the big guy in the corner.

By the time I reached the courthouse doors, I caught my reflection in the glass. Same shaved head. Same heavy build. Same tattoos. The same face I'd been trying to get rid of for more than two years.

This time, though, there wasn't another hearing to look forward to. The jury had decided that the man wearing my old face got to keep it, and I was left carrying the weight of a stranger.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Delivery Swap

This one is a birthday story for my friend @swappwas​

It’s been a long year for everyone! Normally I wouldn’t do this kinda thing, but I decided to splurge and buy myself something nice for my birthday. Or at least the chance for something really nice. I signed up for this subscription service where you get this new crate of things monthly. It’s different for each person that purchases it. For some they got something as mundane as tickets to a local football game or incredibly detailed anime figurines. For others they got all expense paid trips to Montreal or a self driving car! None of that interested me though. Apparently there were rumors of devices that had the ability to change your physical appearance, even items that swapped people’s bodies. 

Now as one of the only guys I know that stands a little below 5 feet tall with not a powerful bone in my body, you’d understand why I’d be interested in something like that. Even if it was just a rumor, why not give myself a little birthday wish of a chance that something this life changing could happen. So there I was, waiting and hoping for something to happen. Needless to say I was disappointed.

My birthday came and went, while I got an email saying my package had been delayed due to postal issues. I got a coupon for a new crate and a guarantee that my package would be arriving soon. They even guaranteed the contents of my box would leave me and only me satisfied. Weird wording, but with my expectations already crushed I sort of just sulked till I heard a knock on my door. From outside I could see a large man holding a package in his hands.

“Better late than never, I suppose,” my mumbled voice stifled before this postal worker thought I was talking to myself. 

When I opened my door I gasped at the sheer size of the huge hairy man before me. Whoever this guy was, he looked nervous for someone who seemed so big. He was holding a large package with the label of the company I’d ordered from.

However upon looking at the box it looks as if it was already opened and resealed. Before I had a chance to ask about it, suddenly the man was shoving the package right in my face. It probably wasn’t intentional, it’s just that the height difference was already too much. Caught off guard I stumbled with the grip and dropped the package right between us!

The contents of box spilled to the ground and a small cylindrical device rolled out. Once it finished rolling there were three small beeping sounds and a low vibration tone that shook the room. 

Suddenly my entire body felt funny, as if this sound was calling my skin to crawl all over. I felt like I was shaking but I was standing completely still. It looked like the delivery man was also feeling something similar as he clutched his chest, accidentally flexing his muscles through his ill fitting uniform. 

“What the hell is going on?” I tried to yell, as the low vibrational tone was nearly deafening. I took  a step forward to try and pick up the device and my foot felt like it was spasming. It was like a bunch of pins and needles entered it in a non piercing way, as it writhed a bit. But not just that I could see the seams of the socks I was wearing stretch! I could feel the flesh beneath expand in such a strange way. Each toe felt like it was stretching, enlarging, and gaining mass with each pulsing vibration. Before long the high pitched sounds of tearing cut through the low vibrations and large tanned foot emerged from the sock.

From there my outreached hand came next. It grew larger and quicker than my foot, the callouses and thick digits already replacing my slender hand. Soon the hand of an experienced lifter is now attached to my arm. I fall back in surprise but the vibrations only increase. Before I hit the ground my legs and chest take on additional mass and my shirt and pants are next to be blown to smithereens. With a heavy thud, shreds of clothing that once fit my meager frame  are in shreds as I smack right into the floor.

I cry out in pain but the sound that comes out is deeper and more anguished than I ever heard. Soon the vibrations are too much and I pass out. The last thing I see is the delivery man writhing similarly on the floor, only now he looks paler… and his uniform looks like it’s hanging off of him. 

-

“Fuck!” was the first thing I heard when I woke up. I tried to get to my feet but my body felt so heavy. My head was also pounding and pretty sore from my fall. To my astonishment I didn’t expect to see myself  pacing around my house nearly nude banging on the metal tube that had been in my package. 

“This is what I get for messing with expensive shit. Oh good you’re awake. What the hell did you do to us?” my twin said stomping towards me. Though with my stature I was never one to charge forward at someone, so this didn’t seem too intimidating. I immediately scrambled away and to my feet. Unfortunately I became disoriented as I stood up and up and up. This unfamiliar vantage point reawakened my fear in heights but also confirmed what I thought was a strange dream. I looked to the left and jumped back as I saw my reflection. There I was, standing taller than I’d ever been, in the body of the delivery man. Nothing but my tight boxers remained on, though now they looked skin tight. There was no trace of my old body anywhere on this dark skinned hunk before me. I immediately stumbled into a chair behind me and started to pant. “I… I didn’t do anything. I had no idea- I mean I didn’t know what that even was!” I said in a panic

“Of fucking course,” the former delivery man said. “That’s the last time I listen to that guy. He said these packages had valuable stuff in them. Said I could pawn them off for thousands! Said being a delivery driver would be even easier!” My former body just paced around and tossed me something. 

“That’s your wallet now! If you don’t want to be stuck as a broke bodybuilder, you’ve got to figure out how to change us back!” the delivery man said.

I quickly opened this wallet and saw my new name. Pablo Mattos, 6’5, 280 lbs. Seeing those stats seemed impossible, yet here I was, a literal new man. I couldn’t help but flex to admire my new muscles. I realized that my chest and underarms even felt freshly shaved despite looking hairy still.

I went back to the box where my device had come in and noticed a small slip of paper. I picked it up with my new huge hands and began reading the instructions.

“Um… Hey Pablo. I’m sorry about all this… I think I could fix this. Can I see the device real quick?” I ask

Pablo walks up to his former body, the staggering height difference making him blush, and hands me the device. With a turn, a click, and another buzzing noise, a second flash went off. I rub my eyes and smirk, memories of Pablo’s former life filling my head. 

“What just happened?” Pablo said, dazed and confused as I began to smile realizing what I’d just done. 

“You were… I was just delivering a package. Here you go. I’ll just grab my things and be on my way… enjoy your new life.” And with that I grabbed his former uniform, secretly palmed the body swap cylinder, and walked away. 

The day after my birthday I left my old life behind and decided to start a new one. I didn’t leave Pablo with a bad life. He’d be well off financially at least, while I could rough it as a bodybuilder in the meantime.

I quickly got acquainted with the gym he’d visited frequently. Working out was a lot more appealing when you’re the biggest guy there. Not to mention I was able to solve his little financial problem when I decided to open an Only Fans. Trying out different looks is easy when I’m so naturally hairy now. I can shave one day and grow a full beard in a week. Even man scaping my new hair chest and arms is becoming a fun novelty for me!

 I think it’s safe to say that I got really luck with my latest TF Industries Subscription. When they contacted me a month later asking for a review of how I liked their products I couldn’t help but give them a ringing endorsement! I even attached a picture of the new me.  Whether or not they realized what would happen when they guaranteed my satisfaction, I don’t know. But at this point I don’t think I care. I’m gonna enjoy being Pablo for as long as I want!  Happy Birthday to me!

[guytransformedforever]

Gym Selfies

“We recommend installing the application. Confirm?”

Johnny looked at the screen of his smartphone. “What kind of app?”

The screen said, “Gym Selfies”

“Another app for these stupid jocks,” Johnny thought. He pressed the cancel button.

“Cancellation is not permitted. We recommend installing the application. Confirm?”- the sign has come up.

“WTF?!”- thought johnny - “ Maybe I can remove it after install?”

He confirmed the installation. “Load. 30%… 65%…87%…98%…100%… Download complete”

“Our app will teach you how to make the best selfies of your pumped body! With our app you will emphasize all your advantages!”

Johnny already wanted to delete this application,but then he suddenly wanted to take a selfie. He could not overcome his new desire. he pressed OK.“

“Take off your shirt and lie down on the sofa” - said the application. “Extend your left hand with your smartphone. Make a fist and raise your right hand to your head. Strain your muscles” Johnny knew that it was very silly, but he took off his shirt, lay down on the sofa and took the pose. On the screen appeared his skinny body and his bony hands. Johnny saw his face covered in teen acne and the dirty black hair that lay in his shapeless hair.

“Open your mouth a little, look into the camera and take a photo.”- ordered the application. Johnny heard the camera click. He decided to check the photo. But he was very shocked. It wasn’t him in the photo.

The photo was a beautiful Jock with bright blue eyes, well-groomed hair, a beautiful face and, of course, big muscles. He looked very hot. 

“Error. The photo does not correspond to reality. Reality needs to be replaced. Wait, the operation is in progress…”

Johnny felt a wild headache. He dropped the phone on the floor and bent in half, holding his head. His body started to grow rapidly, reaching a height of 6.2 feet. His spine was stretching out and johnny could hear his bones crunching. His muscles began to grow rapidly. The biceps swelled, the pec began to protrude much forward, and his abs appeared. Johnny could see his skin starting to take a darker shade, as if he was sunbathing on the beach every day and his hair was forming into a fashionable hairstyle. His face became more masculine, his cheekbones became sharpened, his eyes brightened and a bright stubble formed on his chin. The last shift johnny had felt in his pants. His cock began to stretch from his modest 4 inches to huge 9 inches, and the balls were at least 2 times the size! 

The headache went as quickly as it started. Johnny straightened up and ran to the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and saw an exact copy of that dude in the photo. Only now this dude reflected in the mirror with a look of shock on his face. “Holy shit!” Johnny cried out. 

“Oh, my fucking voice is lower!” He looked in his pants. 

“Fuck! My dick bigger!” Johnny began rubbing it intensely. The more he jerked off, the slower his thoughts were. His mind gradually erased. Johnny, although now he prefers to call himself John, cum right on his mirror.

Now he wanted more selfies. He should go to the gym and take more selfies. He wants it very much.

This is my first story, so I will be glad if you like it.

[0ng0ingw0rk-deactivated20250806]

(via Gridllr)

[m2mbodyswap-deactivated20211220]

Mistaken Assumption

Holy FUCK! It actually worked! Yes!

Oh my God, this is fantastic, look at my lean hairless young body. And wow, I look cute as fuck in these undies too, hmm, I’m gonna be one hell of a submissive twink - Finally!

Wait, what’s he got above his computer there… Pictures of women? And.. why are they turning me on? Fuck! His cock, well shit, it’s definitely bigger than mine was, longer at least, but maybe not as thick. Oh shit, why am I stroking it looking at these girls on the wall? No… No fucking way! This kid was straight? 

No, can’t be, let me see what’s on his computer. Whoa, holy fuck - Those are some big fucking tits… and hmm, I’d love to just bury my face in that pussy and… WHAT! No… stop. Goddammit, why am I still jacking this kid’s cock, why the fuck can’t I stop? 

Oh man… Oh fuck… FUCK! 

Damn, that felt good; blew a huge fucking load, fuck what a mess. Oh well. 

Now, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, I was thinking about how much I’d love to eat Jenna William’s pussy and bone her with my big teen fuck stick. Well, got nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, may was well run one of her porn clips and jerk off again. 

Man, being a horny teen is so fucking amazing; I’m gonna pull so much pussy at Tony’s party tonight!

===== MEANWHILE =====

Whoa, what the hell? Is that… me? Who is this dude? No way I’ve ever been this big or this jacked. Damn, so much muscle, this is totally crazy dude!

And, fuck, am I getting turned on looking at myself in the mirror now? I mean, yeah, I look damned good like this, but… No, wait, it’s not me… It’s that other dude over in the corner - Shit, he looks older than me, well the me I was before - maybe the same age as this dude, fuck if I know. 

Hmm, but the way those shorts are hugging his ass as he’s doing those squats, fuck man, I just want to bury my face in his ass and tongue fuck him all night long!

WHAT?! No, what the fuck? Why the hell am I thinking gay shit like that? I like pussy dammit, like that tight looking hottie over in the corner stretching in her yoga pants. 

What the fuck… normally I’d be sprung in no time looking at a fine piece like her… There’s that guy again, fuck he’s so fucking hot, I want him to hold me down, rub his pits in my face, and make me lick his body from head to toe, I want him to use me like the bitch I am… and… 

Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna… 

OH SHIT… I just blew a load in my pants. Wow, that was intense! Good thing these pants are thick, I hope no one saw me orgasm, that’d be embarrassing!

Shit, if only I wasn’t so shy about going up to other guys… I’d go right up to that dude and beg him to use me like a dirty cum slut. But I have an image to uphold, gotta be all badass and pretend I’m straight all the time… I hate it.

All I want is for some sexy man like that to make me submit to him and make me his bitch - man, my life would be so perfect then if I could be more openly gay…

[hunkbodyswap1-deactivated202407]

It was an accident!

Maybe my story may be a bit strange, if I told someone everything that happened they might not believe and they would even take me for a liar or even worse, a madman!

Okay, it all started the morning of my twentieth birthday, I had decided to get up early to finish a chemistry project and then take the day off.

I was one of the few college students who stayed in the college dorms for the summer. The truth is that I felt more comfortable than home, I had more privacy here, and also I didn't have the money to go on vacation so I didn't have a choice either.

That day I woke up at 5 AM, I did the usual, I took a shower, got dressed and left the building thinking of going to the laboratory that was only a 5 minute walk away.

I stayed in the laboratory for about 2 hours, manipulating substances to obtain potassium hydroxide , basically an ice-like bleach which is very harmful to the skin.

After obtaining the finished substance, I had to store it in the only container I had nearby, a plastic ice cream box. I took it and went back to the residence.

Upon arriving at the entrance, I meet Naor, an international student from Israel. He also stayed at the residence during the summer because his country was far away and it was better for him to stay. Although we greet each other, Naor was one of the few guys in the residence who knew that today was my birthday, he had just arrived from the gym and had asked me to follow him to his apartment so that he could give me a present that he had bought for me.

- "Why are you bringing a box of ice cream?" Naor asked me as we walked up the stairs.

- "What, ehhm this? Ahh it's nothing, it's just ice." I replied.

Naor was the friendliest of the popular jocks, he didn't study chemistry so saying "potassium hydroxide " would only have confused him even more, so I just preferred to tell him it was just only ice.

When he opens the door, I immediately get that sweaty smell of him, permeating the entire room. I needed to go to the bathroom so I put the box on the table. He poured a glass of water, as he didn't have ice in his fridge he innocently took two ice cubes out of my ice cream box and put them in his glass of water.

While he was in the bathroom, he had drunk the substance and then began to gag in his throat.

- "agggh, waghh". I heard from the bathroom and then a very loud noise, as if Naor had fallen to the floor.

- "Naor are you okay?" I said, I immediately rushed out and when I found him, he was lying on the ground emitting a strange noise from his mouth.

I looked at the table and realize that he has taken a cube from the box. With the phone in hand, about to call the ambulance, I touch his face. It was so soft that you could even tell that the texture of him looked like silk, his body had deflated and he felt like he was made of a stretchy material.

I try to pick him up, but his body looks more like a costume than a person, then all of his clothes fall to the ground.

I had no words to describe it, I take off my clothes and then I try to put his skin on as if it were a Bodysuit, when introducing my two legs I feel a spasm of his skin in the area of ​​his cock, now mine.

I continue dressing in his furry skin until I get to his heavy, big biceps, feeling all of his muscles as I spread my hands up inside of his body.

I finish with his head, matching his lips with mines. Amazed by my new now naked physique, I turn to the mirror admiring every part of his body.

Then I hear someone knock on the door, and I quickly putted on his clothes and open the door after, pretending to be Naor.

- "Wassup bro, are you going or not?" Said Chad, one of the most popular jocks and Naor's friend.

- "Yeah bro, give me a minute" I said with my new baritone voice, I took a backpack and put on some t-shirts that I had found in his closet, a deodorant and little else.

I think I will have a good time inside Naor's body, anyway maybe I could have been a little to blame but, I swear it was an accident!

[mtfstuff]

Enough is enough

This is me. I'm stuck with my annoying roommate Ryan because of this stupid pandemic. Before all of this happened, he let me go. He ignored me. We shared an appartement because both of us studied. I was searching for a place to stay and he allowed it as long as I'm paying part of the rent.

Now with the pandemic, everything changed. He annoys me and threatens me to kick me out if I'm not doing his exercises for his course of studies. I comply as he is this typical jock you know. Probably played football in highschool.

I, on the other hand, am a scrawny nerd. Not as tall as him, definitely no muscles and so on.

But one day he went to far. He brought me new tasks even though I was already behind with my own tasks.

"You'll do them for me as I'm leaving soon. Going on a date.", he said. He was already dressed for it.

"On a date? Again? This is the fifth girl you hooked up in only three days. Dont you think it is wrong to do this right now in the middle of a pandemic?", I replied. I knew that I could get in trouble because of this, but I had an ace up my sleeve is something goes south.

His expression cjanged fro  happiness to anger.

"Listen close, scrawny! My lovelife isnt something you should think about. Finish my tasksand you'll be fine. One more remark and I'll kick you out.", he shouted.

That was it. I jumped towards him and managed to bring him down. I kicked him in the nuts and knocked him out.

I never saw him unconscious before and I realized again why he gets so many women. He was incredibly handsome. He could wear a trashbag and still look good.

I never dared to tell him that I was gay. Of course I also had fantasies ablut him. I thought that he would kick me out if he knew it.

I opened the website I found about body hopping. I followed the instructions and took off my clothes. After that I stripped him.

I took of his beautiful brown dress shoes and his black socks. Followed by his grey jeans and underpants. I stripped him off his jacket and pullover. I unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as well as his watch.

I followed the instructions further and laid straight on top of him. The tips of our dicks had to touch. I put my arms around his back, closed my eyes and rolled us around.

As I opened my eyes I was looking at the floor. As I stood up I saw Ryans arms. It worked, I was now in Ryans body.

I put his clothes back on and cancelled my date. I downloaded Grindr onto Ryans phone and took a nice pic to use. I knew I'd hook up with a cute gay jock tonight.

[swapery]

Work from Home

I’ve been working from home now for months and I’m extremely bored. I’ve been getting stir crazy and a little fed up with this pandemic. So, I decided to join this Work from Home Swap program. Basically, you switch places with someone else they firm matches you with for a month, and you work from their home for a while. It’s nice for those of us who don’t wanna leave their home, but experience something different for a while

Well, I didn’t get very far. The firm actually matched me with my hot neighbor, Chad. Chad was a junior VP at an office in Manhattan and has been staying home the past few months. I always thought he was super sext. Tall, toned, tan, masculine. The perfect man. But I thought he was straight? Anyways….

One morning, I woke up in Chad’s body. The firm sent me an email with all my login info and other information to live my life as Chad for a while. He had a meeting at 9 so I was getting some breakfast, when the doorbell rang. It was…. well, me!

I let him in and we were both freaking out we got matched. I looked down and realized I was still wearing his calvin kleins and he was wearing the jock I went to bed in last night. And he was hard. I walked over to him and said “you’re attracted to me, aren’t you?” Then, he put his hand on my cock and said “fuck yeah, bro.” 

It was weird seeing my body be such a bro, but it was soooo hot.

We went to the bedroom and started making out and eventually, we fucked. Chad really wanted to top me, but my new body just wasn’t into it. Eventually he got on top of my cock and started riding me. I’ve never seen my body be so dominating but I was fucking into it.

We both collapsed together and cuddled after. Eventually, I had to login to go to Chad’s, er, MY, meeting. Chad lied down next to me in my body. Fuck, my ass is so nice. Maybe we can do round two after this meeting. Or now. This meeting doesn’t need me anyway….. and Chad is getting handy. Fuck it

[makingrealalphas-deactivated202]

Request: My Sister’s Type

 A request from anonymous

My sister dislike preppy, town guy like Chad Rodney but she is forced to married him to ensure that our ranch is not going to be closed. He can paid the debt as long as my sister willing to marry him, and now I’m inside Chad Rodney.

I take a look at my new reflection, savoring and enjoying every moment slowly. I take a picture of myself and then I lift my cap and inhale the smell of it, I instantly have a hard-on as the mixture of sweat, his natural musk and his shampoo hit my nose at once. Then, I played along with his face, making expression and also enjoying the funny feeling from having an unshaven beard. Then, I traced on the biceps and triceps, enjoying the slick sweat from previous working out he has finished before I possessed him and then going on to one of the main prize, his pit. I take a whiff of each pit, precum started leaking from my dick that begging to be released from the tight briefs that imprisoned it. Be patient a little bit, will ya? I continued my exploration over my brother in law body by lifting his tank, revealing a nice set of pecs that completed with defined six pack abs with dust of hair that will lead me to the grand prize, the infamous Chad Rodney’s dick. I slowly slid my shorts down and take a deep breath…..okay, now there is only this Calvin Klein brief that separated me from grabbing the throbbing cock underneath. I lifted it and let it snapped back again, fuck this dick still can get harder. After rubbing it while pinching my pink nipples for several minutes, I finally unleash the beast and start beating it off right there. I don’t care if this car will smelled pungent and rich with cum, it’s the best fragrant ever, especially coming from such preppy, almost kinda OCD guy like Chad here. I howled, shouted and groaned like I’m on fire and finally after a 5 minutes of sweaty, self-indulging moment, I release the load that spewed all over the car, the seat, the dashboard, the mirror, everywhere, but mostly the cum rested on my toned body, filling out the spaces between one abs and the other. Yeah, my body, not Chad’s, since I shot the first load, the fate has been locked, I’m Chad Rodney’s inside and outside. I rested myself in the car, listening to hard core music instead of his classical jazz, while enjoying the detail of Chad’s life implanted on my mind slowly yet surely.  In a few hours, brand new Chad will emerge, a cocky, self-centered, aggressive and dominant alpha male, perfect to satisfy my sister real need.

[verus-veritas]

Fun At Fair

Damn! Who knew going to this fair would have me end up with a brand new body? And not just any random body, but the incredibly chiseled body of my sister's newest boyfriend, Alex! Man I always thought he was hot, but now seeing it from the inside, running my hands through these perfect abs, and tasting that wonderful deep scent in these pits, damn I'm in love! In love with my new perfect body that is!

And it all started with me being the third wheel of my sister's date with Alex. Our parents forced me to tag along just so I could keep an eye on her, since I was always the more responsible one even though she was two years older. Didn't help though, since she and Alex constantly disappeared from my sight and I later found them disgustingly making out behind some tent or attraction.

It wasn't until later in the evening that things really started to happen. First we stumbled into that creepy old fortune teller who read our futures. Flipping a bunch of tarot cards, me and Alex somehow ended up with similar ones: "A reversal of fates" the mythical man called it. Meanwhile, my sister was somehow going to end up heartbroken, which wasn't a surprise with the string of boyfriends she'd had.

Then there was that fun house with the mirror maze. As we stumbled around and slammed our faces into walls and each other, there was one point that I found myself staring at Alex's reflection in the mirrors. Weirded part was when I brought my hand up and inched closer, the reflection was doing the exact same thing. Even when I stuck my tongue out and rolled it around, Alex's reflection did the same. I was distracted for a brief second though by my sister's horrible laugh and Alex's deep chuckling from the other side of the maze, and when I turned back around my reflection was back to normal. My scraggy usual self.

There was so many other things that evening, like the basketball game which Alex clearly should've won since that's his favourite sport... but somehow I ended up winning and miraculous beating the record. Or the Haunted House which had the weird theme of a crazy scientist transplanting his brain into a young handsome hunk in his quest for immortality. It was weird though, because I was pretty sure that I had seen the actor who played the hot hunk walking around the fair with his rowdy group of friends earlier that day.

Finally, almost at the end of the evening, everyone had gathered in the main tent for a magic show held by the "dazzlingly and ingenious Mr. Wendigo". He did all those usual magic tricks, like pull a lizard out of a hat and make playing cards appear straight out of nowhere. It wasn't until the finale and he pulled out those two giant glass coffins that everyone perched up. He called it his greatest trick, something about some "Pharaoh's Curse" or something...

He apparently needed two volunteers so he looked around the audience until his eyes landed on us. He pointed at me and then at Alex, whom were busily making out with my sister and not paying attention to the show. He refused at first, groaning about being part of some "silly act", but with the other audience members edging him on he finally complied and detached himself from my sister's grasp.

We stepped into the respective glass compartments, the doors were shut behind us, and then the entire coffin began spinning. My vision became blurry, my stomach felt weird, and there was this pounding headache. Finally the whole thing stopped and the coffins were lowered back down. As the door opened and I stepped back out, there was a roar of applause around me. I didn't understand why though since I had come out of the same glass coffin that I had stepped inside of. It wasn't until I turned my gaze towards Alex's side of the scene that I realized exactly why; because standing over there was none other than myself!

I patted myself all over and felt taut muscles, a chiseled bearded jaw, and perfect six pack. Things I definitely didn't have, but Alex did! That's when I realized - the magic trick must've switched our bodies somehow! I had become Alex, my sister's new boyfriend! I could still taste my sister's cherry blossom lipstick in my new mouth, and that almost made me want to vomit.

I watched as Alex in my puny body tried to speak up, but he was immediately stopped short as the magician put his arm on his shoulder and somehow instantly froze him in place. The magician then thanked me and told me to go back to my seat, as the next trick only required one volunteer. I went back to Alex's seat and sat next to my sister, before watching the trick being performed once again, but this time with my old body being forcefully pushed inside and a donkey that happily strolled inside the other compartment. Once again the coffins spun around, and when it landed again my old body stepped out with a huge grin on its face while the donkey was braying loudly and anxiously. Finally, the donkey was forcefully pulled away while my former body walked back down and sat next to me, but not before giving me a mischievous wink.

The rest of the evening was such a pain. My sister was being so incredibly clingy and kept trying to force herself on me. In the end I had no choice but to break up with her right there on the spot. It was freaky enough having to hold her hands and smile at her constantly...

Now, I'm all alone at this fair with a spanking new body and identity. What should I do? I could go back to the mirror maze and jerk one off to my hundreds of hot reflections... or perhaps I should pay that hot hunk from the Haunted House a visit. It was obvious by his staring how much he was lusting after Alex. How much he was lusting after me.

There's so much fun to be had here on this fair... and the night's just getting started!

[mr2swap]

I thought I had won the lottery when I woke up on the other side of the world in a huge room that I did not know in a city that I had never visited, but the most shocking thing was the new body I was in and how sensitive I had become.

He was no longer the boring "Huan Yue" the single 45-year-old man who worked as a science teacher at the village high school. The big change gave me a second chance at life and I don't plan on wasting it by becoming another boring teacher, with how hot I am now I might even be a supermodel.

I found an identification card in a wallet that was still next to my new bed -chad Thompson?, 24 years old, state of Florida...- an appropriate name for my new "me" it was strange to know that that voice and that typical accent of the Americans now left my lips.

As soon as I found out about my new name and everything that happened to the world because of the big change, I stood in front of the mirror to look at myself, I was tall, my body was fit, it almost seemed that this guy had spent hours working out in the gym alone for me.

-Enjoy diabetes and back pain… Huan Yue- I whispered caressing the new tattoo on my neck.

Maybe my mother was right when she enrolled me in those English classes when I was a teenager, right now they would be very useful to me, thanks to this language I could live my new life in the USA without any problem maybe I could even fool my friends and family.

the apartment was silent, I assumed he lived alone so I explored the apartment but first I had to explore my new body.

I stood in front of the mirror with my legs apart and began to pass my hands through my hard, long, and hairy legs, I took my hands without taking my hands off my skin through my two huge American balls and towards my erect cock that curved a little to the right.

-Chad… you had very good luck - I remembered my old and wrinkled cock that I had yesterday, it was tiny and full of white gray hairs protruding from my hairy and old balls, it was really pathetic if I compare it with the huge snake that now it rises between my massive thighs.

But the real thrill began when I reached my hands higher, caressed the hard and perfect muscles that rose on my abdomen, and placed the palm of my hands on my fleshy pectorals and an unknown and hot sensation took over my mind -该死！- I lost my mind from the moment my hands began to play with the fleshy tits that were now in my hands, with my calloused fingers from all the hours in the gym I pinched my nipples and my moans resembled those of some primate in heat began to be heard throughout the department.

I couldn't stop myself even when my cock expelled its hot, stinky cum onto the mirror staining my reflection, I just couldn't stop. -How… do you live like this Chad?-

I still don't know why I did it but I knelt in front of the mirror and started licking the thick semen from bottom to top looking at myself all the time, looking at my new blue eyes. Is all this the fault of the big change? Or did Chad used to do this kind of embarrassing thing with his nipples? or… was it just me? Although I didn't care, the only thing on my mind as I looked at my chafed nipples in the mirror was: -Where will Chad keep the clothespins? -

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[swap-meetog]

"I've held up my end of the bargain, you haven't done yours," I sighed, trying my best to hide my smile. I was at the receiving end of some byllying due to this army man because of my choice of profession. I didn't intend to switch our bodies when I said that he couldn't last a week doing what I do.

But we did switch and it seems we can only swap back if we both live life as the other person would completely- including performing their work tasks. I had been disciplined for years, so taking on a personal of a gruff military man was actually pretty easy for me, and I sailed through the week. It was hard not to take some of my fellow soldiers to bed, but I kept my libido in check because I wanted my life back.

He, on the other hand... could not pass as me. See, I was a professional ballerina, and even with my bodys muscle memory to go on, he still messed up each performance he gave. I went to the show one night and saw him stumble around the stage, it was embarrassing. But until he can nail a performance we are stuck like this. That won't be anytime soon because I heard that if he doesn't dance perfectly tonight, he's going to get fired from the company.

"You better be perfect," I said in his deep voice. "Because if you aren't, I'm going to have to release this monster in your pants, which is just going to extend this longer."

His face fell as I finished with, "And if you get fired, I'm quitting the army to start doing porn with your body. Then you'll be jobless, and never have a chance at getting your life back."

I can't wait for the show!

[verus-veritas]

Swapped at Birth

Go on, touch me. I know you want to. These perfect abs and juicy pecs not only look but feel amazing as well! I know you’ll get obsessed with them just as I did…

I mean, it’s not everyday one finds out their boyfriend was swapped at birth with the town’s hottest, richest, and most hung hunk, now do they?

Turns out hunky Marcus’ parents here were some very influential people in politics, and had made some extremely dangerous enemies. So, fearing for their newborn child’s life, they employed a secret technology which swapped the brains of their baby boy with another’s in the hospital room next door. That way, should their “substitute” son ever be killed, they’d be assured their real son would always be safe.

That’s right, turns out I am their real son. The real Marcus Samuel Ryker. Fucked up right?! All these years I’ve been living in the wrong body, the wrong life. Even the mediocre cock I used to fuck you with - it wasn’t mine. This massive beast is as it turns out.

So you might wonder why they decided to swap us back again and what happened to the former “substitute” Marcus. Well, turns out the enemies they made were all killed off by a rival gang. Along with any traces of their prior involvement. I’m guessing 25 years of laying it low and being discreet finally paid of.

Anyways, as soon as the parents, my parents found out about it, they immediately sent a personal chauffeur to pick me up from my boring retail job. What followed was a nice and calm family dinner where everything was explained to me and their other “son”. Well, as calm as it could be when my fake suddenly burst out in rage and refused to go through with the process. Of course he did. The ripped athletic body he had spent his entire life perfecting, the reflection which he had been used to seeing in the mirrors, the life and trust he had with his parents, all suddenly taken from him and given to some stranger he had never met. I would be furious and horrified as well.

Fortunately enough there were sedatives in his food, so he was quickly restrained and brought away to a secret lab. The rest of the dinner was spent me telling my rich parents all about my “temporary” life; what my childhood was like, every hardship I went through, and even all the boys I’ve dated. And guess what? They tearfully apologized of all that I’ve gone through, and wholeheartedly accepted my sexuality! Something even my former parents couldn’t be okay with!

At the end of the night I was driven to a alien-looking lab in the middle of the woods, and although I wasn’t allowed to see anything inside apart of the blindfold around my head, I’m pretty sure I heard a bunch of crying babies whom were likely going through the exact same thing I did.

The last thing I remember inside there was seeing the terrified and sorrowful face of “Marcus” on an operating table next to me, his beautifully naked muscles struggling against the restraints around him. Pretty sure some part of him enjoyed it though, as I watched him get a massive hard on laying there. MASSIVE, I tell you!

Then, I remember waking up in a normal hospital, with bandages around my head and a weird pounding headache. Guess my brain just had to get used to my new thicker skull. Along with everything else that had become “thicker”, my fingers, my arms, my thighs, my chest, and most definitely my member!

My real parents then came in as I was busily rubbing my perfect abs down, and gave me one of the most sincere and warmest hug I’d ever received. My mom was tearfully telling me “I’m home” and my dad was calling me “son”. Something which they apparently never did with their fake son. Instead calling him things like “boy”, “rascal”, or just using his fake name.

Anyways, I was released from the hospital a few days later, and my memory loss and lack of self-identity was covered up as a result of a sever head injury caused by a motorcycle accident a few days prior.

…

Now that we’ve caught up though, I think it’s time you get to meet my family. After all, you’ll one day become their son-in-law. And live in that fancy house upstate with me and my parents… You didn’t think I would abandon you now, now that I am rich and hot? After all we’ve been through?

You loved me unconditionally, even when I was a short, ugly nobody, and you even promised me you’d give me your entire world. So now, I’m going to give it back to you tenfold. You want your own Tesla car? No problems! Want a VIP-meeting with one of your favourite celebrities? How about next weekend. With the money and influence I now have, the world’s our oyster!

However, I know what you want most of all right now, am I right? You want to get on your knees and suck my massive rich man cock off, trail your tongue between my hard firm abs, and suck on my juicy perfect pecs.

Well, I’m gonna let you do all that… and then I’m going to push you onto our bed and straddle you. You’ll watch as my perfect rich boy hole opens up and disappears on top your cock, and you’ll gaze in bewilderment as I bounce up and down on you all while squeezing and caressing my own ripped body. And right after I let you unleash a load or two into my ass, I’ll pull you so close you can smell the rich musky perfume on me. Then, I’ll whisper into your ear that “I, Marcus Ryker, heir to the influential Ryker Family” will give you my undying love and ask you to finally marry me.

[mrwavellswaps]

I usually relish in people being in the wrong bodies but in this case I’m glad to see Marcus returning to what is rightfully his own. I’m sure him and his boyfriend are having a world of fun getting acquainted with his real body

[bodyhopper-files-deactivated202]

My Brother, "The Tornado"

My brother's tongue had gotten him into plenty of trouble, that was certain, but it had also made him into a legend among all of the girls at our school. "The Tornado," they called him for the ways he twisted and turned that tongue inside of their eagerly-awaiting pussies. I'm sorry to talk about these things in such vulgar terms, but this is the sex-driven language my brother himself used to describe his own skills.

Now that we've swapped bodies, though, the tongue is mine, and so are the skills. The only thing that's changed is what it has a taste for. My brother might have already used his tongue to please all of the girls at our school, but the girls aren't what I'm into. With me in control, it's the guys' time to see what this hot jock can do with his legendary tongue, starting with the football team.

[manwritingtales]

The Hot Stud

---

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.

[amaxbodyswap]

Swapped bodies with my hot dentist… and fuck, I’m throbbing already.

I came in for a routine root canal check-up, already half-hard just from the thought of those tight green scrubs stretched across his broad chest. The second I sat in that chair, my cock betrayed me—pushing obscenely against my pants. His eyes dropped right to the bulge. He smirked for half a second… then blink.

Now I’m him.

I’m staring at myself—no, at his reflection—in the mirror of his own office, wearing his fitted green scrubs. The thin fabric clings to my new, muscular arms and chest, the V-neck dipping low enough to show a hint of collarbone and chest hair. The pants are snug around my thick thighs, the material soft and slightly worn from a long day of work. And these black nitrile gloves… fuck. They’re still warm from his hands, tight around my fingers, shiny, slightly sticky. The medical smell mixed with his natural musk is driving me insane.

My cock is rock-hard inside his underwear, leaking like a faucet. I can feel the warm, slippery precum soaking through the front, making the fabric cling to my swollen head. The scent is getting stronger—raw, horny, masculine. Every shift on this rolling stool makes the wet patch rub against me, teasing me more.

I’m so fucking horny in these scrubs. The gloves make everything feel filthier. I squeeze my bulge through the green pants with one gloved hand, the smooth, slick material gliding over the throbbing outline. The other gloved hand slides under the scrub top, pinching a nipple while I grind slowly against my palm. The rubbery texture, the way the gloves snap tight against my skin… it’s pure kink. I’m keeping them on. No way I’m taking these off.

I need to rub one out right here in his office—stroke this thick, borrowed cock with gloved hands while still wearing his scrubs. I can already imagine the wet sounds, the way the black gloves will look wrapped around my shaft, shiny with precum.

After I blow a massive load into these soaked underwear, I’m firing up Grindr as him. New profile pic in these exact scrubs and gloves. Someone’s getting railed by a dentist tonight—scrubs still on, gloves never coming off.

See you later, fuckers. This body swap just got way too hot.

[mr2swap]

The Incident: I don't need you anymore

I hate this body. Every damn day I wake up feeling like a jelly-filled balloon is a reminder of that shitty night a year ago. I'm Jackson, or at least, my brain is. But the rest... this soft belly, these legs that feel like logs, this round face I don't even recognize in the mirror... that's Billy. My stepbrother. The shy otaku who now walks around in my body, with my muscles, my damn conqueror face, and on top of that, he's become as arrogant as I used to be.

This morning was the same. It took me forever to get out of bed (my new bed, in my new room that feels like the back room of a manga store, filled with figurines with giant eyes and garishly colored posters that give me a headache). Billy, the bastard, was still sleeping in my old room, now converted into a luxury sports sanctuary. Trophies, expensive sneakers in display cases, everything tidy and perfect. As if he'd earned it.

-Billy! Gym, now!- I yelled, running up the stairs. My voice still sounds like a whistle, weak and ridiculous in this body. Nothing like the deep, confident tone I had before. Silence. I checked the empty bathroom. Nothing. Only one place remained: his room. My old room.

I hadn't been in for a year. Since the "incident" that happened at the mall, with the thousands of people surrounding me, I had to end up in my stepbrother's disgusting body. The government says they're still working on a cure, but in the meantime, living here has become unbearable. I don't think my father will ever be proud of me. You can see it in his eyes that the son, the captain of the football team, is no longer me, but Billy. I can see it in the awkward silence at dinner. But we didn't talk about it. As if ignoring it would fix it. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

The contrast left me feeling dry. Where once there had been adolescent disorder, now reigned the military order of a professional athlete. Gray walls, a huge poster of LeBron James, everything spotless… but floating beneath that smell of cleanliness and new clothes, there was something else. Damp. Acidic. Familiar. My sweat. The sweat of my old body. It came from a laundry basket next to the closet. On top, a black compression shirt. My shirt. I recognized it instantly by the small rip near the seam.

Something inside me snapped. Before I knew it, I bent down (my knees protested under the weight) and grabbed the shirt. It was stiff in places, sweaty. A raw impulse, stronger than disgust, took over. I pressed it against my face. Against this nose that isn't mine. I sniffed deeply.

God. That smell. Stale sweat mixed with a trace of my old deodorant. It was me. The real me. The one from the gym, the one from the games, the one who felt invincible. For a second, I closed my eyes, and I wasn't in this sack of meat. I was sweating, alive, strong. It was like a drug.

The illusion lasted a blink. The rough fabric against my fat cheek, the cold of the floor beneath my bare feet, the awkward position… brought me back to reality. This reality. I sat up quickly, dropping my shirt as if it were burning, shame scorching my face.

In the closet mirror, I saw the monster: Billy (my body), crouching, with the face of a desperate fat man smelling a dirty T-shirt. Pathetic.

-Where's that jerk?- I muttered, looking away from the mirror. I needed to get him out to train. I couldn't let him ruin my body completely. That's when I noticed. I instinctively looked at the floor next to the closet. The place where I always left my gym bag. The black Nike one, with the bleach stain. Empty. Just the clean rectangle on the floor, gleaming in the light.

A cold emptiness spread in my chest. He took it. He left without me. He used my bag, on my body, to go to my gym. Rage and helplessness cut through me like a knife. He was gone. And I was trapped here, smelling the remains of what I had been, while the impostor walked off with my life. The silence of the perfect room became deafening.

The grease stain on my baggy sweatshirt (how did it get there? French fries yesterday?) seemed to mock the rectangle of pristine floor where my gym bag used to sit. Stolen. Like everything else. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, the screen sticky beneath my chubby fingers. I typed furiously, my fingertip leaving greasy marks on the glass:

. WHERE ARE YOU? THE BAG'S GONE.

. I LOOKED FOR YOU. DID YOU GO TO THE GYM ALONE?

The reply was instant. Not a text. A photo.

I opened it, and my breath caught in my throat. It was Billy. Outside my gym, reflected in the black window of an expensive SUV. He was wearing my favorite T-shirt. My torso. My hard pecs rose like mountains against the fabric. But the focus was on my right arm. Flexed to the limit, my biceps were a ball of rock and veins popping out, my skin taut and glistening with fresh sweat. The grin on my face was pure arrogance: eyebrows raised, lip curled in a triumphant sneer.

. Relax, bro. Just stretching my muscles. No supervision needed.

I couldn't tear my eyes away. God... that body. My body. Sweaty, powerful, lit up like a fucking Greek god. A wave of heat, a mix of rage, envy, and something else... visceral, rose from my stomach. He looked... incredible. Too good for that asshole. I abruptly turned off the screen and pressed my hand down on my small penis, which was straining in my tight underwear.

The government doctor told us something like this could happen, that the gas was experimental, and that the body swapping was imperfect. I hadn't wanted to talk about this with anyone, but I know Billy, and I noticed it right away. I couldn't see girls the way I used to, and I couldn't see my old body or other men in the same way.

My phone vibrated like a hornet's nest in my sweaty hand. Billy. I rejected it. It rang again, insistent. Cursing, I answered.

-What?- I snapped, trying not to let my squeaky voice betray the jumble in my head.

-See?- The deep, confident voice that used to be mine echoed through the receiver, thick with sarcasm. "Impressive, huh? And without your babysitting help."

-You need me there!- I nearly yelled, squeezing the phone until it cracked. -You don't know the right exercises to maintain lower back definition! You're going to injure yourself or you're going to....-

-What are you going to do, Jackson?- he cut me off, his laugh sharp like broken glass. -Ruin my physique? Look at the picture again! I'm BIGGER than you've ever been! Thicker! The girls at the gym literally gasp when I walk by! The ones you used to chase are now chasing me! Even the new instructor asked me for advice!-

I felt a cold hollow in my chest. Bigger? Thicker? The image of that arm, enormous, vascularized... Was it possible? Was my body improving without me?

-You're hallucinating…- I muttered, but without strength.

-Hallucinating?- He snorted in contempt. -I'm a better Jackson than you ever were. More popular. Stronger. And yes, even smarter, because I've realized I don't need you. Stop pretending you come to the gym to "help me." -

-Pretending?- I protested, but he didn't let me finish.

-Yeah, pretending!- His voice rose, laced with cold rage -When was the last time you saw a machine up close other than the stationary bike? NEVER! You spend all your time standing there, staring. Just staring. At me. At the other strong guys. With that weird face... that intense stare, like you're counting their veins. It's weird, Jackson! Weird and pathetic! Everyone can see it! -

I froze. The blood seemed to freeze in my veins. He'd seen it. The others too? It was just... seeing my body in action. Seeing the strength I'd lost... But admitting it sounded worse.

-No... it's not like that,- I stammered, feeling the heat rise to my fat face. -I'm watching the technique…-

-Lies!- he spat in my ear. -You blush. You hide. You look like a fucking stalker. And the worst part.- he added, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper, -is having to constantly introduce you as my stepbrother. People thinking we share blood is embarrassing. Stop coming here. Stay home in your dirty clothes and your cold pizza. This body, this life, this strength…- he paused dramatically, -are mine. And I'm not sharing them with you. Not one more minute. Not one more look. Stop stalking me.-

Click!

The line died.

I remained silent, still kneeling in front of the laundry basket, for a few minutes. My mind was shattered, my thoughts empty, and all I had left was... this.

I rummaged through the laundry basket to find a dirty, yellowish jockstrap that was damp from being at the bottom of the laundry basket. I brought it to my face, filling my lungs with the mixed sweat, semen, and urine from my former crotch. I pulled out my small, uncut cock and began to jerk off. I no longer had any dignity to lose or an excuse to deceive myself. This is who I am now. I just wish JACKSON would let me be by his side a little longer.

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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.