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[kemerooter]

Be careful wishing your partner was as big as you —

Some wishes have consequences

and side effects

that you may not have asked for

but enjoy regardless

(credits to the owner of the original image)

[jockandnerdswaps-deactivated202]

Listen, you were the one who was so vain that you just had to get topped by yourself. So what did you do? That's right, you found some dumb twink and a very complicated body swapping spell.

You got what you wanted, right? You felt "my" impressive cock inside yourself. You had me spank you, humiliate you, and treat you like an object like you have with so many others. And you enjoyed it, I could tell from the look on your face.

Well, you'll have to get used to it. You didn't realize we literally only swapped bodies until it was too late. You don't have your sharp mind in that body, I own it now. And with that dense fog in your mind you'll never be able to recreate the spell, at least not without help. And while I would love to see you debase yourself by pleading with your old meat head friends by explaining to them what happened and why, I don't think you'll be asking anyone for help.

I might get tired of this body, one day, and then you might have it back. But in order to do that you have to meet some criteria. The chain around your neck can never be taken off, and I will be your only source of pleasure.

Now get on your knees.

[mindyourbod]

One (Not So) Small Suggestion

I knew I'd struck gold when I met my boyfriend Aaron.

I had a habit of falling for straight acting masculine guys. Those deeply closeted "bros" who think hitting the gym somehow makes them less queer.

Aaron was very far removed from my usual type. He wasn't effeminate, but he wasn't aggressively macho or constantly posturing either. He was always quick with a smile, a hug, a kiss... and I loved it.

But after a while, I realized there was still one thing I was missing.

See, the reason I kept ending up with those big buff jerks is because... I just love muscular guys.

At one point, I'd been at my wit's end trying to get an ex to stop treating me like shit all the time, and I'd downloaded this whole bunch of hypnotism stuff. I made him a few files with some simple suggestions... problem was, he thought it was "too gay" to listen to something like that.

I'm not sure what I thought would happen, but on a whim, I made some files for Aaron too. I made sure to keep his personality intact - because, after all, I love him - but I threw in some suggestions to eat healthy, start going to the gym, and focus on prioritising fitness.

A couple of months in, and my sweet boy had packed on 20 odd pounds of muscle. He'd started picking me up, and on one very memorable occasion he actually pinned me to the bed before showering me with kisses.

I was planning to stop there. Even that little change made him my perfect guy. But then Aaron said something that changed my mind.

Aaron told me it made him feel closer to me, having my voice in his ear while he was at the gym, that he felt so safe drifting off listening to me.

I knew I should probably come clean and tell him that I'd been using them to hypnotise him, but... well, first of all, it sounds ridiculous, and second... I was scared of how he'd react.

So instead of doing the right thing and telling him the truth, I made him a new set of files. I really liked how he'd started being more confident, so I gave him some boosters for that. I also made him focus more on lifting and on bulking up, telling him he enjoyed getting bigger for me, that he loved feeling like my big buff protector.

And look, maybe I overdid it. Aaron took to the new instructions like a fish to water, and within a couple months he'd already outgrown his wardrobe. Again.

But I couldn't stop. I was enamoured with this enormous guy he'd grown into, so sweet and gentle with me and so imposing and burly otherwise.

Eventually, I reached a breaking point, and I told him the truth. But... look, I couldn't risk him getting scared and ending things, okay? So just in case, I put in a small suggestion in the files, telling him that maybe he liked being hypnotised, and maybe he got aroused by the thought of me moulding his body.

So when my sweet Aaron told me he'd scored some back alley supplements from a guy at the gym, gave me his best puppy dog eyes - despite the hulking bod and scruffy beard - and asked me to make him a new set of files and help him get HUGE... I couldn't say no.

We've just celebrated our anniversary, and the mountain of muscle that throws me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing and lumbers around from how wide his thighs have gotten is nothing like the cute boy I fell for. You'd be forgiven for thinking he's one of those closeted guys who pump themselves up with mass since they're scared of looking queer.

Except underneath all the excess bulk, body hair, and testosterone, it's still Aaron underneath it all. Just as lovely and as sweet as he was back when he was nearly 200 pounds lighter.

I really did strike gold with him after all.

[malestransforming]

The Button

Push this button and you will transform into a different man. 

It could transform you into any age or race, but you will almost certainly be handsome, healthy, and muscular. 

Here’s the catch. After the transformation, you have to live in your new body for one week before you can push the button again. The button will glow when it’s ready. It only works when you push it. There’s a switch on the bottom that can prevent any accidental presses. 

Here’s another catch. The original you will cease to exist. 

From now until the end of time, you will be able to push the button and transform into a new man. You could push it every week and become someone new forever.

A different body. A different face. A different life. A different language. A different faith.

You could push it once, love who you become, and stay that way until a natural end. Or you could live entire lifetimes, changing bodies whenever you’re ready to begin again. 

Each transformation will change you slightly. Different instincts. Different desires. Different habits. Different languages. Different cultures and upbringings. After enough transformations, you may not remember who you originally were.

But pushing the button could do so much for you. It could make you into a blue-eyed hunk, a beefy himbo, or a cute jock. You’ll be handsome, muscular, maybe dumb or smart, a slob or pristine. But you will be a man. 

How long do you think you could resist before pressing it for a second time?

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story

I was lying in bed scrolling through Grindr with one hand, the other resting on my stomach. The apartment was quiet except for the low hum of the fan. It was a Thursday night and I wasn’t expecting much — just killing time before I passed out.

I swiped past a few generic torso shots and blank profiles when a new face popped up. My thumb froze mid-air.

Ryan Callahan. Coach Ryan. My high school swimming coach. For four years I had shamelessly tried to get his attention. I used to “accidentally” flex every time I climbed out of the pool and knew he was watching. I’d linger in the locker room with my towel slung low, joking around with the other guys while making sure he got a good look. I was still deep in the closet back then, so I played it off as regular jock shit. But he never took the bait. Never even gave me a second glance that I could tell.

Now here he was. Less than three miles away. Active twenty minutes ago.

Now forty years old, he had a beard with streaks of gray, short hair going silver at the temples, and the same heavy, hairy chest I used to stare at every day in high school. He was shirtless in the bathroom mirror selfie. His shoulders and pecs still looked solid, the dark hair across his chest even thicker than I remembered. The profile listed him at 5'11", 205 lbs, and looking for “fun, no strings.”

My heart started beating harder. I let out a slow breath and tapped the message button.

Before I could even type anything, the typing bubble appeared.

“Fuck dude you’re super cute.”

Two pictures followed right after. The first was a close-up of his cock, thick and heavy, hanging soft but already filling out. The second showed the same dick gripped in his hand, now mostly hard, head flushed dark. A thick vein ran along the top. His hand looked big around it.

I was practically salivating.

“Damn, you don’t know how happy I am to hear you say that,” I replied.

He didn’t waste any time.

“Looking to get off tonight. You down?” He said.

“I have work in the morning but fuck it. Send me the address.” I responded.

Twenty minutes later I stood outside his apartment door on the third floor of a quiet building a couple towns over. My heart was pounding hard. I knocked twice.

The door opened.

Ryan stood there shirtless in nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants sitting low on his hips. His chest and stomach were covered in dark hair mixed with gray. His shoulders and arms still carried the muscle from years of coaching and lifting. He looked at me with heavy, hungry eyes and stepped aside.

“Holy fuck,” I said under my breath as I walked in.

He closed the door, turned to the kitchen counter, and poured two glasses of whiskey. He handed one to me. I took a sip. The burn went straight down.

Ryan didn’t speak. He stepped closer, set his glass down, and reached for my shirt. His thick fingers undid the top three buttons smoothly. Then he leaned in, pressed his mouth to the side of my neck, and started kissing me there. His beard scratched against my skin. One hand slid under the back of my shirt, rough and warm as it moved up my spine.

I took another sip of whiskey while his mouth worked lower, sucking lightly at the spot where my neck met my shoulder. His other hand stayed on my lower back, pulling me closer until my hips bumped against his.

We never finished the drinks. Ryan took the glass from my hand, set it aside, and nodded toward the hallway. I followed him into the bedroom. The only light came from a small lamp on the nightstand. The bed was already turned down.

He pushed the door shut and took full control. He stripped the rest of my clothes off slowly, then shoved me back onto the bed. He climbed on top of me, his heavy, hairy body pressing me into the mattress.

He took his time. He pushed my legs up and back, then buried his face between my cheeks. His beard rubbed rough against my skin while his tongue worked me open, slow and wet. I gripped the sheets and let out low groans every time he pushed deeper. He kept going until my hole was slick and relaxed.

When he finally pulled back, he grabbed a condom, rolled it on, and lubed up. He lined himself up and pushed inside me. The stretch burned at first, but once he was all the way in, pure bliss took over. Ryan fucked me deep and steady, his hips rolling in a strong, controlled rhythm. His hairy chest hovered over me as he held my legs open. Every thrust felt better than the last.

We fucked for at least half an hour. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and my moans growing louder. Ryan stayed in charge, shifting angles until he hit the spot that made my back arch off the bed.

Finally I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Please take off the condom,” I said, voice rough.

Ryan paused mid-thrust, eyes dark. “Fuck kid, you don’t have to tell me twice.”

He pulled out, ripped the condom off, and tossed it aside. His bare cock looked even thicker now, slick and flushed. He pushed back inside me in one smooth motion.

He leaned down closer, still fucking me deep. One big hand wrapped around my lubed cock and started stroking me slowly, twisting at the head on every upstroke. His other hand found my left nipple, rolling and pinching it. Then he leaned in and kissed me, beard scratching my face, tongue sliding into my mouth.

That pushed me over the edge. My whole body tensed and I came hard, shooting across my stomach and chest while he kept stroking me through it. My hole clenched tight around him.

Ryan lasted another five minutes. His thrusts got shorter and harder. Then his breathing changed. He buried himself deep, let out a low guttural groan, and came. His face twisted in the hottest way — jaw tight, eyes half-shut, mouth open just enough to show his teeth. I felt every pulse as he filled me up.

He stayed inside me for a long moment afterward, both of us breathing hard. His sweaty, hairy chest pressed against mine while his cock slowly softened.

We lay there in the afterglow, bodies slick with sweat. Ryan’s heavy chest rose and fell against my side, his arm resting across my stomach.

After a few minutes he turned his head toward me.

“You clean?” he asked, voice low and rough.

I let out a small laugh. “Damn Coach, don’t you trust me?”

Ryan gave me a strange look and pushed himself up on one elbow.

“Wait, fuck… do you know me?”

What a weird way to phrase that question, I thought.

“Yeah Coach,” I said. “I was on your team for four years. You made me captain senior year. Don’t you remember?”

His face changed. “Fuck… shit shit.” He rubbed a hand across his face. “He told me not to do this. He’s gonna be pissed.”

He stared at the ceiling, then shrugged. “Oh well. Nothing I can do about it now. Guess it’s his problem.”

“What are you talking about?” I asked.

Ryan let out a long breath. “This isn’t my real body. I’m not actually Ryan. My name is Cruz. We swapped for a few days using this site called SwapService.”

I stared at him. “Swapped?”

“Yeah. Ryan and I swapped bodies.” He ran a hand through the short graying hair. “How it works is you enter your own body stats — height, weight, age, build, everything. Then you put in the type of guy you want to swap with. The site gives you compatibility percentages with people looking to swap. Ryan and I hit like 85%.”

I stayed quiet for a second, then asked, “Why would Ryan ever want to swap?”

Cruz scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “I don’t remember every detail, but he said he’s been reckoning with his sexuality. He wanted to experiment with being an openly gay man for a few days. Guess he’s been in the closet a long time.”

He shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders.

“The only rules he gave me was to stay DL and safe. He’s not out to anyone, not even his doctor, so he’s not on PrEP. He didn’t want it getting back to anyone he knows. So fucking one of his old swimmers raw…” He let out a short laugh. “That was a double no in his book.”

I looked at him and gave a stunted, incredulous laugh. “So do you swap often then?”

Cruz laughed low in Ryan’s deep voice and scratched at the thick hair on his chest. “Oh, I do it all the time. I like being older muscle hunks. Lets me fuck guys like you.” He looked me up and down slowly, eyes still hungry. “Young, lean, blonde jocks with tight asses. Never gets old.” He reached over and gave my thigh a squeeze before continuing. “And you felt even better and tighter than most.”

I felt my face heat up. Cruz leaned back against the pillows, looking completely relaxed in Ryan’s body.

I couldn’t stop myself from asking more. I was dying to know what kind of guy Ryan would actually trade this body for.

“So… what kind of body did you leave behind?” I asked, trying to keep my voice casual. “You must have offered Ryan something he really wanted if he agreed to the swap.”

Cruz grinned, Ryan’s bearded face looking amused. He reached over to the nightstand, grabbed his phone, and scrolled for a second before turning the screen toward me. The photo showed a 23-year-old Latino guy with a muscular twink build — smooth tan skin, sharp jawline, dark hair, and a tight six-pack. He was shirtless in a gym mirror, flexing with a cocky smile.

“That’s me,” Cruz said. “My real body.”

He locked the phone and tossed it back onto the nightstand. “I don’t like being a twink. Never have. So I swap all the time. Usually, once I’m a few days into a swap and the guy is really enjoying himself, I ask if he wants to make it permanent. Still haven't gotten on to say yes though. It's a big commitment I guess and I only offer to swap with the hottest guys.”

Cruz shrugged Ryan’s broad shoulders, his thick fingers idly scratching through the graying hair on his chest.

“I haven’t asked Ryan yet, though. Wasn’t sure how he’d react.”

My mind started spinning with possibilities.

If Ryan was willing to swap with a guy like Cruz — a complete stranger — then maybe he’d be open to swapping with me too. And if he liked being in my younger, lean, blonde body… maybe he’d agree to make it permanent.

All of the sudden, I pictured myself waking up inside Ryan’s body for good. Looking down at this thick, hairy chest every morning. Feeling the weight of these heavy muscles. Walking around with this deep voice and this powerful build. My cock started getting hard again just thinking about it, twitching against my stomach as the fantasy took hold.

Cruz noticed immediately. His eyes dropped to my growing erection and a slow, knowing smirk spread across Ryan’s face.

“Looks like you’re ready for round two already.”

He rolled on top of me again and pushed my legs apart. “And for the rest of the night, you still call me Ryan. Got it?”

“Yes, Ryan,” I breathed, voice already thick with need.

He lined himself up and slid back inside me raw, slow and deep. I groaned loudly as he bottomed out.

Ryan started thrusting in a steady, powerful rhythm, his heavy, hairy body moving over mine.

With every thrust, I imagined running my hands over this thick chest, feeling the weight of Ryan’s muscles under my fingers.

“Ryan…” I moaned.

He picked up the pace, hips snapping harder as he drove deeper into me.

I pictured myself lifting his arm and burying my face in his hairy pit, inhaling his scent while I was in his body.

“Fuck… Ryan,” I gasped.

Cruz leaned down, beard scraping against my neck as he growled in my ear, “You like that, kid?”

Another deep thrust made my back arch.

I imagined wrapping my hand around Ryan’s thick cock — my new cock — and jerking off slowly in front of the mirror, watching his body respond.

“Ryan… fuck, Ryan!” I cried out, voice breaking.

His thrusts grew rougher, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room.

The more he fucked me, the more certain I became.

I was going to become Ryan.

No matter what it took.

He pinned my wrist harder to the bed, pounding into me with deep, possessive strokes.

I saw myself bending Ryan over in my old body, sliding this fat cock inside him and fucking him deep after he finally agreed to make the swap permanent. I imagined finally cumming inside him.

“Ryan… don’t stop,” I moaned desperately, my hole clenching around him.

Cruz leaned closer, voice low and rough against my ear. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Every powerful thrust pushed me closer to the edge while the fantasy burned hotter in my mind.

This body was going to be mine.

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story (Pt. 2)

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since Cruz and I swapped back.

I was sitting on my couch with a beer in hand, staring at the SwapService app icon on my phone. I’d deleted it the day we returned to our own bodies, telling myself I needed a break. The whole experience had been intense. Eye-opening. Kind of incredible, honestly. For the first time in my life I’d been able to have sex with men without the crushing weight of fear that someone I knew would find out. I’d fucked, I’d been fucked, I’d finally let myself enjoy it. Cruz’s body had felt good. Young. Tight. Full of energy.

But the way he casually asked me on the last night if I wanted to make the swap permanent had freaked me out. Who the hell offers something like that so easily? Was that normal on this site? I’d said no immediately, and he’d just shrugged like it was no big deal. Still, I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t intrigued by the idea.

A do-over. Getting to live as an out gay man from a much younger age. No decades spent hiding. No pretending.

I shook my head and took another sip of beer. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Ryan. One more swap. Just to explore a little more. Nothing permanent. Nothing crazy.

I reinstalled the app, set up my profile again, and adjusted my preferences.

The moment I hit search, a profile popped up at the very top with a bright green 98% compatibility score.

That was insanely high. Higher than anything I’d seen last time, even with Cruz.

I tapped on it.

My stomach dropped.

David Clemence, 25

One of my former varsity swimmers. Lean, athletic build, wavy brown hair, cocky smile in his profile picture. He was shirtless by the ocean, water still dripping down his chest. He looked exactly like I remembered him — confident, good-looking, and way too young.

What the hell was he doing on here?

I stared at the screen for a long time, thumb hovering. Part of me knew I should just close the app. But another part of me — the part that had spent years in high school and college fighting against stealing glances at other swimmers in the locker room — stayed frozen.

I opened his profile fully.

His bio was short:

“Former swimmer. Looking for an older, experienced guy who knows how to take charge. Open to anything, including longer swaps.”

My cock twitched in my shorts before I could stop it.

I told myself I was just curious. I clicked the message button.

A new chat window opened.

Before I could even type anything, David’s message came through.

David: Coach Ryan? Holy shit, no way. Is that really you?

I stared at the screen for a second, then typed back.

Ryan: Yeah, it’s me. Didn’t expect to see you on here, David.

David: Same here, Coach. This is wild. I just logged on tonight and your profile popped up. Crazy coincidence. What brings you on here>

I leaned back on the couch, heart still beating faster than it should. I decided to keep things vague.

Ryan: I’ve just been taking a little break from things. Trying to figure some stuff out, I guess.

David: I get that You doing okay?

I hesitated, then found myself opening up more than I planned.

Ryan: Honestly? I’ve been exploring my sexuality lately. First time I’ve really let myself do that. It’s been… new. Kind of freeing, but also scary as hell.

David: That’s awesome, Coach. Seriously. I’m really glad you’re doing that. You deserve to figure shit out without anyone giving you crap.

His words hit me harder than I expected. I felt a strange warmth in my chest. Out of all the people who could have said that to me, hearing it from one of my former swimmers felt surprisingly good.

Ryan: Thanks, David. That means more than you know.

We messaged back and forth for a while. He was easy to talk to — supportive, casual, and didn’t make it weird. After twenty minutes of chatting, he finally said it.

David: So… would you want to swap for a few days? I’m down if you are.

I read the message twice. My stomach tightened.

Ryan: You sure that wouldn’t be too weird? ... Exploring my sexuality, I mean.

David: Nah, not weird at all. That’s kind of what the site is for, right? Exploring stuff. Besides, I haven’t been getting much attention from guys lately anyway. I’ve worked hard to keep this body in shape. Might as well let someone who actually put it to good use. And if it’s an old friend like you? Even better.

Shit, I didn't realize David was gay. I mean, I guess in retrospect that makes sense, but I hadn't really thought that much about it. That would make things a bit easier.

I could feel myself getting tempted. The 98% match, the easy conversation, the way he was reassuring me… it all made it feel strangely safe.

Ryan: You’re really okay with me being in your body?

David: More than okay, Coach. I’d actually like it. I've always looked up to you, it would be cool to repay you for that.

I stared at my phone for a long moment, thumb hovering over the keyboard.

Ryan: Alright then, let's do it.

David and I agreed on a four-day swap. The process felt smoother than with Cruz. A bright flash behind my eyes, a moment of vertigo, and then everything settled.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in an unfamiliar bed in a small, tidy apartment. I looked down.

David’s body.

Lean, smooth, athletic. My new hands were younger, veins less prominent. I sat up slowly and walked over to the full-length mirror on the back of the closet door.

It was so fucking weird.

I was staring at one of my former swimmers. The same kid I used to yell at for lazy flip turns and sloppy streamline. Now I was him. I ran David’s hands over his chest and abs, feeling the tight muscle definition I used to see every day at practice. His skin was smooth, almost no hair except a thin trail leading down from his navel. His cock was already half-hard just from the novelty of the swap.

I wrapped my new hand around it and gave a slow stroke. A sharp jolt of pleasure shot through me. It felt different. More sensitive. Quicker to respond.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered in David’s voice. It still felt surreal hearing his younger tone come out of my mouth.

I kept stroking, watching myself — watching him — in the mirror. The way his abs flexed, the way his biceps popped when I tensed my arm. I imagined all the times I’d stood on the pool deck trying not to look too long at these exact bodies. Now I was inside one.

I jerked off faster, breathing harder, until I came hard across David’s tight stomach, thick ropes landing on his smooth skin. I stood there panting, looking at the mess I’d made in my former swimmer’s body.

It was the strangest mix of guilt and arousal I’d ever felt.

A few days later I was at a gay bar downtown in David’s body. It was crowded, loud, and full of guys in their twenties. I felt both out of place and strangely excited. Being young again, being able to be here without anyone recognizing me, was liberating.

I was nursing a vodka soda at the bar when I saw him.

Tommy Morrison.

He was standing near the edge of the dance floor with a couple of friends, laughing at something. He’d filled out nicely since high school — broader shoulders, solid arms, a confident stance. He looked good. Really good.

I remembered him clearly. He joined the swim team as a junior when David was a freshman. It was supposed to be cross-training for running after he injured his ankle pretty badly. Less impact on the joints. But Tommy took to swimming so naturally that he stuck with it. Skipped indoor track his senior year just so he could keep swimming.

He’d always been one of the nicest kids I ever coached. Respectful, hardworking, good attitude.

And now I was staring at him like he was a piece of meat.

I quickly looked away, heat rising in my face. What the hell are you doing, Ryan? You were his coach.

Then it hit me.

In this body, I was younger than Tommy now.

The realization sent a strange thrill through me. I wasn’t his coach anymore.

Before I could decide whether to look away or go say something, Tommy started walking straight toward me. My stomach flipped. I tried to act casual, but when he tapped me on the shoulder I still startled slightly.

“Hey man, how are you?” Tommy said with a big smile. Without hesitation he pulled me into a quick, firm hug. He smelled like cologne and beer. When he stepped back, he looked me up and down, his eyes lingering for a second, and the corner of his mouth turned up in a slight grin.

I felt my cheeks heat up instantly. David’s face was probably bright red.

Tommy didn’t seem to mind. “This is crazy, I haven’t seen you in forever. Come meet my friends.”

He introduced me to the group as David. For the rest of the night I stayed with them — laughing, drinking, moving between the bar and the dance floor. I couldn’t stop watching Tommy. The way he carried himself was magnetic. He was masculine and confident without trying too hard, but he was also goofy and playful — teasing his friends, making dumb jokes, dancing badly on purpose just to make everyone laugh. Guys kept glancing at him and checking him out as they walked by.

He was everything I wished I could have been as a gay man — comfortable in his skin, open, free.

By the end of the night we were all drunk and starving. The whole group ended up at a McDonald’s a couple blocks away. We crammed into a booth, laughing too loud for the late hour. Tommy slid in right next to me. Without saying anything, he smoothly wrapped his arm around my waist and let his hand rest on my side, rubbing slow circles with his thumb.

The casual touch sent heat rushing through David’s body.

When it was finally time to leave, Tommy’s hand moved to my thigh under the table. He rubbed the inside of it, fingers pressing just firm enough to make my breath catch.

“My apartment is right around the corner,” he said, voice low and close to my ear. “I’ve got some new records if you want to come see them.”

I didn’t even pretend to hesitate.

“Yeah,” I said, my voice coming out a little rough in David’s throat. “I’d like that.”

We said goodbye to his friends and started walking. Tommy kept his hand on my lower back the whole way. His apartment was only a five-minute walk, but it felt longer with the tension building between us. When we got inside, he locked the door behind us and turned to face me, that same slight grin playing on his lips.

I wandered over to his record collection, pretending to look through the sleeves while trying to calm my nerves. A few seconds later I felt Tommy come up behind me. His hands gently grabbed my waist and turned me around. Before I could say anything, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was tender at first, almost careful. Then he deepened it, one hand sliding up to the back of my neck. When he finally pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and said quietly, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that for.”

My heart slammed in David’s chest. I didn’t know what to say, so I just kissed him again, harder this time.

We made our way to his bed, still kissing as we pulled each other’s shirts off. Tommy laid me down gently and started kissing down my neck, then across my smooth chest and stomach. Every touch of his lips sent electricity through me. I couldn’t stop staring at him — his perfectly toned body, the way his veiny biceps flexed as he held himself over me, that cute smile, the light mustache above his lip, his warm sweet eyes, and the cool geometric tattoo on his forearm.

He was gorgeous.

I was so turned on I could barely think straight. This was one of my former swimmers — a kid I used to coach — now kissing his way down my (David’s) body like he’d been waiting years to do it. The guilt and the thrill mixed together in a way that made everything feel even more intense.

Tommy looked up at me, eyes dark with want, his hand sliding slowly up my thigh.

He stood up and pushed his underwear down in one motion, kicking them aside. His cock sprang up, hard and thick, curving slightly upward. I stared at it, my mouth going dry. He had already stripped me completely naked.

He reached into the nightstand drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube. Then he climbed back onto the bed, positioning himself on his knees between my spread legs. Looking down at me with dark, hungry eyes, he poured some lube onto his fingers and warmed it up by rubbing them together.

He leaned forward slightly and pressed one slick finger against my hole. I tensed for a second, but his other hand gently rubbed the inside of my thigh, slow and soothing. He pushed the finger in carefully, working it deeper with small, patient movements. A low moan escaped my throat.

After a minute he added a second finger, stretching me open. I squirmed on the sheets, breathing heavier, my cock leaking against my stomach. The combination of his fingers and that steady, comforting hand on my thigh was driving me crazy.

Tommy looked me straight in the eyes, his voice low and commanding.

“Are you on Prep?”

I could barely form words. I was so desperate to feel him inside me that it came out shaky and needy.

“Yes,” I managed, practically whimpering. “Yeah, I’m on it.”

Tommy gave me that same endearing, cute, confident smile — the one that made my chest tighten. Without another word, he pulled his fingers out, slicked up his cock, and lined himself up.

He thrust into me in one smooth, steady motion.

I gasped loudly as he filled me, my hands grabbing at his arms. He felt huge inside David’s tighter body. Tommy let out a deep groan, eyes half-closed for a moment, then looked back down at me as he started moving his hips.

“Fuck, David…” he breathed, leaning down closer.

Tommy started thrusting, deep and steady. Every roll of his hips sent waves of pleasure through me.

Fuck, he’s so hot. The thought kept repeating in my head as I watched him above me. The way his shoulders flexed, the way his chest moved with each breath, the confident look on his face. This is exactly how I want to be. Masculine. At ease in my own skin. Open. Desired.

This was my first time having sex without a condom. The feeling of Tommy’s bare cock sliding in and out of me was overwhelming. I couldn’t tell if raw sex just felt this incredible, or if it was specifically his cock — thick, curved, and hitting the perfect spot every single time. Honestly, it was probably both.

Tommy’s rhythm picked up. His eyes had turned darker, hungrier. He looked down at me and said in a low, rough voice, “I wish you could see how sexy you look right now.”

That sent me spiraling.

I closed my eyes and pictured it — being inside Tommy’s body instead. Looking down at David’s lean, smooth body spread out beneath me. Seeing my new, stronger hands gripping these hips. Fucking him with this powerful body while wearing that cute, confident smile.

The fantasy hit me like a freight train.

I came hard, moaning loudly as my cock pulsed between us, shooting across David’s stomach and chest. My hole clenched tight around Tommy’s cock with every wave.

“Fuck— David—” Tommy groaned. His thrusts became shorter and harder, then he buried himself deep and came. I felt every pulse as he filled me.

He dropped down onto me, chest to chest, our sweaty skin pressing together and smearing my cum between us. I pulled him into a deep kiss, tasting beer and salt on his tongue.

We stayed like that for a long moment, breathing hard.

All I could think, over and over, was:

How can I swap with him?

[permanent-swaps]

Playing With The Numbers: A SwapService Story (Pt. 3)

Tommy's POV

I woke up with David’s back pressed against my chest, my arm draped over his waist. Early morning light was coming through the blinds, and I just lay there for a minute, breathing him in.

Fuck… David Clemence is like the cutest guy ever.

I still couldn’t believe last night actually happened. I’d had a crush on him back when we swam together, but I never thought I’d get the chance to be with him like this. Fucking him last night was a dream. The way he moaned my name, the way his body reacted to every touch, how tight and warm he felt around me… I couldn’t stop replaying it in my head.

I carefully brushed some of his hair out of his face so I could see him better. Even sleeping, he looked good. Smooth skin, sharp jawline, those long eyelashes. He had no idea how cute he was, honestly. Guys like him never do.

I’d struggled to keep my hands off him all night at the bar. Every time he laughed at one of my stupid jokes, every time he leaned in a little closer, I wanted to pull him against me. But I held back. I really wanted to be respectful until I knew for sure he was into me too. The last thing I wanted was to make things weird or pushy.

Later at McDonald’s, when I finally made my move… I was so nervous. Sliding my hand around his waist in the booth, feeling the warm, smooth skin of his side and the hard lines of his abs under my fingers — fuck, I got so turned on. I kept glancing at my friends across the table, nervous as hell that I was being too forward. But then I felt David lean into my touch, his lustful gaze burning into me. When I rubbed the inside of his thigh before we left, I swear I could feel his breathing change. He wanted me too.

I pressed a soft kiss to the back of his shoulder, then another one a little higher on his neck. David stirred, letting out a quiet sleepy sound that made me smile.

“Morning,” I whispered against his skin, keeping my voice low. “You sleep okay?”

He nodded, still half-asleep, and pushed back against me a little. I tightened my arm around his waist, pulling him closer.

I ran my hand slowly up and down his side, enjoying the feeling of his smooth, toned body under my palm. I was already getting hard again just being pressed against him, but I didn’t want to rush anything. I wanted him to feel comfortable. Safe.

But I couldn’t help but let my mind wander.

He doesn’t know this either, but he was the reason I came out when I got to college. All those stolen glances I made in the locker room, trying not to stare at his body while we changed. Going back to his Instagram late at night just to look at every new cute photo he posted. I finally couldn’t deny it to myself anymore. I liked guys.

Unfortunately for me, I still haven’t found anyone I liked quite as much as I liked him back then. No one ever measured up.

I wondered what things would’ve been like if I had figured myself out while we were still in high school. Maybe we could’ve dated. Sneaking around, going to movies together, making out in my car after practice…

Can we date now?

The thought made my heart beat faster. It felt a little crazy, but it also felt right.

I leaned in and kissed the back of his neck again, speaking softly.

“Hey… I know this might sound sudden, but would you want to get dinner this week? Just the two of us. A real date.”

He looked back at me and smiled, still barely awake, and said, “I'd like that.”

Ryan's POV

It had been three weeks since I swapped into David’s body.

Tommy and I had been seeing each other almost every day since that first night. We weren’t officially calling it anything yet, but it felt like a relationship. Texts good morning and good night, dinners, movies at his place, waking up next to him on weekends. It felt natural. Easy.

David had been surprisingly cool about extending the swap. When I messaged him asking for two more weeks, he replied almost immediately saying it was fine. I didn’t tell him the real reason — that I was seeing Tommy. I just said I was having too much fun exploring life in a younger body and wanted a little more time. I was worried that if I mentioned I was dating someone — especially another former swimmer — he might get weird about it and demand we swap back.

Part of me liked to think he’d actually be excited for me. Worst case scenario, at least I’d be giving him a hot boyfriend when he finally got his body back. Best case scenario… I didn’t let myself think too far ahead on that one.

Having a boyfriend — or de facto boyfriend — was nicer than I ever imagined it would be. After years of hiding and pretending, being able to hold someone’s hand in public, kiss them goodbye on the sidewalk, or fall asleep with someone’s arm around me felt like something I’d been missing my whole life.

Tommy was every bit as sweet as I remembered from his swimming days. He was the perfect gentleman — always opening doors, checking in on how my day was, making me coffee in the morning exactly how I liked it. But when he wanted to turn on that raw sexual energy, he became something else entirely. The way he’d pin me against the wall the second we got back to his apartment, the way he’d look at me like he wanted to devour me, the low growl in his voice when he told me exactly what he was going to do to me… it made my knees weak every single time.

Tonight we were on his couch, half-watching a movie. I was lying with my head in his lap while he played with my hair. He looked down at me with that warm, affectionate smile that made my stomach flutter.

“You good?” he asked softly, his thumb brushing over my cheek.

“Yeah,” I said, looking up at him. “I have something I want to talk to you about.” I sat up.

“Hmm?” He kissed the top of my head. "What is it?"

I swallowed hard. “It’s kind of embarrassing.”

He shifted so he could look at me better, his expression soft and patient. “You can tell me anything.”

I beat around the bush for a minute, stuttering. “I have this… kink. I’ve had it for a while.”

Tommy’s eyebrows raised slightly, but he smiled. “Okay. What is it?”

I opened my mouth, closed it, then tried again. My face felt hot. “It’s… body swapping. Like… the idea of switching bodies with someone.”

He didn’t laugh. He didn’t look weirded out. Instead, his smile grew a little.

“That’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he said gently. “Actually sounds kinda hot. You want to pretend we’ve swapped bodies next time we fuck?”

I let out a nervous laugh. “Not exactly pretending…”

“I found this site called SwapService. It says it can actually do it. For real.” I paused, then added the lie I’d rehearsed. “I’ve always been too scared to try it with anyone before… but I want to try it with you.”

Tommy’s eyes lit up with genuine interest. He pushed himself up on one elbow so he could look at me properly.

“Seriously? Like an actual body swap?” He didn’t sound judgmental at all. If anything, he looked excited. “That sounds like a lot of fun. Assuming it actually works, of course.” He grinned and ran his hand down my side. “And let’s be honest… you’re super fucking hot. It’s not like I’d be giving much up.”

I let out a breath of relief.

“You’d really be okay with that?” I asked, still a little stunned by how easily he was taking it.

“Yeah,” he said without hesitation, leaning in to kiss me softly. “If it’s something you’re into, I want to experience it with you. Plus…” He smirked, that confident, playful look returning to his face. “I wouldn’t mind taking that cock for a test drive.”

He kissed me again, deeper this time, his hand sliding down to squeeze my crotch.

“So,” he murmured against my lips, “when do you want to do it?”

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The next evening we sat together on Tommy’s couch with his laptop open. We made our profiles side by side, carefully filling in all the stats and preferences so the system would register us as a 100% match. Tommy kept laughing and teasing me the whole time, clearly enjoying how nervous and excited I was. Once everything was set, we confirmed the swap.

The flash hit.

When I opened my eyes, I was looking up at the ceiling from a different angle. Tommy’s bigger, stronger body. I flexed my new hands, feeling the thickness of his forearms, the power in his biceps. A rush of pure ecstasy ran through me.

I looked over at Tommy, now in David’s leaner body. He was sitting up, running his hands over his new smooth chest and abs, a big grin on his face.

“Holy shit,” he said, using David’s voice. “This feels weird… but not bad.”

He looked thrilled.

Before I could say anything, Tommy moved fast. He climbed on top of me, pinning my new, bigger wrists down to the bed with surprising strength. Even though I was now physically larger, the way he looked down at me with that confident, hungry expression made it clear nothing had really changed about who was in charge.

“Even in these new bodies,” he said, voice low and firm, “I’m still the one running things in the bedroom. Got it?”

I nodded quickly, already breathing harder.

Tommy reached down and slid his hand under the waistband of my underwear. His fingers found my hole and started rubbing slow, teasing circles against it. The sensation in Tommy’s more sensitive body made me groan.

“Good,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss my neck as his finger pressed more firmly. “Because I’ve got plans for this body tonight.”

Lying there pinned under him, feeling his finger teasing me, all I could think was:

David is going to have to wait a while longer to get his body back.

I hoped he’d be okay with that.

[pdguystoryboard]

Unusual Birthday Gift/Wish

What a way to celebrate my birthday, cutting the grass. My dad's out of town on business, so I'm pretty much on my own.

My neighbor Tyler's out site by the pool since they have a landscape service that dose their lawn. I think he enjoy watching work so hard.

My dad's a contractor so he's always off on job sites. Tyler's dad is a real estate developer my dad happens to do a lot of work for.

You can see the difference in Lifestyles right here. We live a simple life on a quarter acre lot. Tyler's dad bought the land behind our house the build their house I think on five acres.

Funny seeing a high-class house next to a middle-class house.

About mid-afternoon I was all done all cleaned up ready to go get something to eat when there was a knock at the front door.

Oh my god it's Tyler and he's dressed up holding a gift for me. Taylor goes Happy 18th Birthday Grant. Let's go get something to eat and I'll talk about your present.

I look at Tyler should I dress up or should you go dress down. Tyler walks into my house and runs up to my room. Strips off his clothes and get into some of mine.

Tyler looks at me. You're right this is a lot more comfortable.

( it's not the first time Tyler's wore my clothes and i've worn Tyler's clothes so we were pretty much like brothers).

Tyler's goes, I know just the place we can start our celebration.

I'd like to thank you for taking out for my birthday my dad's out of town.

Grant. I know he's doing a project for my dad's company.

So what are your plans for your 18th birthday tomorrow since we're almost like twins.

Tyler looks at me and smiles to go let's celebrate your birthday first.

After dinner we head home. Tyler left the present in my bedroom with his clothes.

Tyler looks at me and says it's a really unique gift Don't let the name on the box give you an any idea what it might be cuz I'm just using the box.

You turn 18 today I turn 18 tomorrow within I think it was an hour we could have been twins.

I open the box and I find an old book with a couple bottles of some things I don't know what they are.

I look a Tyler with a little confusion on my face.

He looks at me and he goes well in a few hours I'll be turning 18 to and it's kind of a gift for you but wish for me.

I want to swap bodies and lives with you for the next 18 days. Not to downplay my life but you always seemed so happy and I want to be happy. I was sitting by the pool while you were cutting your lawn today and your smiling.

Tyler you want to be me, mister middle class. Hey you get to be me mister upper class.

Come on man just think of it everything that's mine will be yours for the next 18 days. My clothes, my car. My body, my face. Not counting you have access to my checking account. Don't spend all my money.

And exchange. I get your body and face. I live in your house. I wear your clothes. And get to see what your life is like.

Well dude one thing you have but I don't have and that's a large bank account.

Yeah I know you work a part-time job all through school. You seem to enjoy doing that job.

So my birthday gift to you is kind of a wish for me and I'd like to experience your life and let you experience mine. 18 days of seeing how the other one lives.

Tyler, I got a quick question when do we do this cuz remember you have a birthday party tomorrow. Your dad is pulling out all the stops for your 18th birthday.

Grant, I want to do it right now.

Then you can still celebrate my 18th birthday. I'll be there right by your side.

Well I didn't get you a gift so I guess I'll give you this as a gift my life for yours.

Tyler open the book.

He handed me a vile and he held a vile his own hand. And we drink. Running down the instructions Grant, we got to take our clothes off we both have to be naked for this.

Talk about a trip man even being drunk he never feel like this. My head was spinning I felt tingling all over.

Grant just Do what I do

We will get to be other as the Midnight Hour approaches. Put your right hand on my chest and I'll do the same.

As soon as we make contact everything started going crazy. My mind started spinning I could feel myself being pulled for my body and pushed into Tyler's. Within no time I was inside Taylor's Body and he was inside mine. I have all the Tyler's memories. Everything Tyler knows I know right down to the passwords on his computer.

Dude this is crazy. I feel awesome in your body. And I know everything about you. But you pretty much know everything about me now too.

The new Tyler look at me. HAPPY BIRTHDAY .As he got dressed in the clothes I wore over earlier.

Happy Birthday, My life as Tyler has started.

And I smiled at Grant.

Remember to he over by 2:00 so we can get cleaned up and in to one of my tuxedo.

LOL Grant you been Tyler for a few minutes and I'm invited to pick out one of your Tailored made that I was fitted to my body.

Your right. But remember for the next 18 days I Tyler. And your Grant. You have be such a good friend to me. And it will stay that way.

Damm dude that Tuxedo looks amazing on you. No matter what Grant. Having up here in one of my tuxedo's being part of my birthday celebration.

Being Tyler is so awesome. One thing is your dad can't tell the difference. I just feels weird that I get to celebrate two 18th birthdays in a row. We need to do something together so we both celebrate equally..

Day 18 has finally arrived. I get together with Tyler and it's time to switch back. The new Grant looks at me and says hey how would you like to turn it to 18 weeks?

Dude you want to be me longer?

I'm enjoying your life I'm enjoying doing yard work and working a part-time job.

And I heard through dad. You taken an interest in his father's company. You like my dad's real estate development company.

Yeah I think it's kind of a shock to him that Tyler took an interest in this company. And it's been giving constructive feedback.

Looks like somebody's enjoying being Taylor.

We can take it to the end of summer. And we swapped back before we leave for college we just have to get the other person ready to go.

Living in someone else body and life has been a experience. And it seems like the person who gave me this opportunity is enjoying my life. And me being Tyler I don't seem as depressed as he ever was. I'm really enjoying Tyler's life. And getting involved in his dad's company.

Maybe that was Tyler's problem when he never seems happy is he never took interest in what his dad did. I mean I already took interest in my dad's contracting company but now development of properties.

Tyler and Grant had a great summer as the other was wonderful for both of them. And they enjoyed more hanging out with each other.

As College time approach. Time to swap back to their own lives was approaching to.

My friend goes. I really enjoy being Grant. Your life to me is perfect in my eyes. And you as me. You get along with my dad better then I ever did. My dad loving it.

Would you be mad if we stayed this way. It'd be such an advantage to you. My good looks you seem to enjoy being in my body. I'm sure you're enjoying my wardrobe. And the car. I'm sure the money is kind of nice to. You seem to handle my life better than I ever did. Just like before you're always smiling.

And we'll be friends for a long time. So do we have a deal to stay the other person.

I had a feeling this was going to happen. And to be honest I really enjoy this life. Being one of the most popular guys in school or at least I made him that way. The clothes, the car, the money is just an added benefit and his dad is awesome.

Even his dad noticed that Tyler is smiling more these days. If you only knew.

We're going to different colleges, but they're not that far apart from each other. We will still be in touch all the time. Not counting when we come home for holidays.

I'm sure he's going to want to see me and how Tyler's life is going. I am for sure wanting to know how Grants life is going in his hands.

While I'm going to college I think I'll get him a gym membership and build some muscle on this amazing body I have a feeling I can turn them into a male model besides a real estate developer.

College start soon so I better start packing and getting ready. I'm going to miss seeing him on a daily basis but we'll stay in touch and we'll video chat.

[idesofrevolution]

Friends on the Other Side

Ted looked down at his watch, of course the flight was delayed. It's not as if he were on a time crunch anyway, a few weeks off in Miami and Key West would be exactly the right way to spend his hard earned vacation time. He'd always been a workhorse, barely eating, barely sleeping, just going hard every day for the last nine months until he was a zombie: skin and bones. All those hours added up, and thank god he'd been able to use them against his boss-all in all he'd accumulated 14 days of vacation days, and it was finally time to cash in.

It seemed, however, that Delta had different plans. The flight was now delayed almost an hour thanks to "difficulties" in Atlanta and Ted was then left to occupy himself in the terminal for the next 45-50 minutes. He sighed, the thought of the white sandy beaches and rolling turquoise waves was beckoning to him from the vast beyond. He'd be there soon enough. Pulling out his phone, he did what any self-respecting 20 something year old twink would do: he checked Scruff. Sighing with exasperation, he opened the app to an immediate fifteen messages- most of them from pictureless or torso profiles. Though, some of them were rather nice lookin.

His options were limited to whoever was flying in and out of the airport, unfortunately, so that knocked the options down to only a single man. A torso, but it was a nice lookin' torso. Cobbled abs, meaty pecs, tattoos all over. Yummy yummy. Smiling, he opened the message.

BARONSAMEDI: Hey there baby, what brings you to Scruff tonight?

TEDDYTWINK: Looking for a good use of an hour or so. Flight Delay.

BARONSAMEDI: Quite a bit you can do in an hour.

TEDDYTWINK: What can you do in an hour? ;)

BARONSAMEDI: Why don't I just show you?

Ted felt his cheeks blush. He was slick, a nice change from the immediate three unflattering dick pics and a "hey." Not to mention it'd been a minute since he'd actually had the energy to... enjoy some company. He looked up at the clock, 45 minutes in counting. Then there's boarding, so maybe another ten minutes or so? As he sat there trying to justify what he'd been looking to do, the man messaged back.

BARONSAMEDI: Concourse C. I'll be in the mens room. Third stall. If you're curious, of course.

Ted was in Concourse C, and the mens room was only about four gates down. Perhaps it was the proximity that convinced him, or the large time window, or more likely than not, the mysterious man's confident energy itself. He smiled, closing his phone and gathering his belongings. Stacking his bags, he rolled down the long hallway, past gates for Minneapolis, St. Louis, Bangor, and Seattle before finally arriving at the men's room. He quietly walked into the bathroom, finding it completely devoid of occupants. He'd never seen an airport bathrom entirely empty before- perhaps he just hit it right. The rolling of his suitcase's wheels against the tile floor loudly echoed in the cavernous room, and as he arrived in the third stall.

Gingerly peering into the floor gap from above, he could see two huge black combat boots standing behind the door. You know what they say- big feet... big, oh you know. A gentle tap was all it took for the the lock to click open, as Ted did one last sweep of the bathroom before sneaking in and closing the door. Turning around, he saw the occupant, his companion for the next hour.

"Well hello there, my pet." Before him stood a man, large and imposing; two dead, white eyes peered at him behind a dark skull visage. His voice seemed to echo in a low sultry growl, and his accent made him rather hard to understand. "What's the matter, never met the boogeyman before?" The lights seemed to darken around the man as he cackled, leaving a black, empty void surrounding them. He pulled out a cigar, smiling as he lit it with the snap of his fingers. Smiling, he blew the smoke in Ted's shocked face, as he bent down to speak to him at eye level. "I have a proposition for ya, my child."

Ted was terrified, the being before him was not of this world, he was from the great beyond and past our comprehension. There was a strange energy about the man: smooth, flirtatious, suave, with an ounce of danger lurking beneath. The way he looked at Ted... as if he were fucking him with his eyes and that smirk, it was a difficult dichotomy for him to comprehend. Though, as he stood there, cowering in awe and fear, a lingering curiosity grew within him. What did this creature... this being... want with just a normal dude like him? The man leaned in closer, blowing another puff of thick cigar smoke in his face, a probing look across his skeletal face.

"Wha... what did you have in mind?" The man stood upright again, towering above Ted in the dark expanse, letting his long split tongue lick his plump, painted lips. He seemed to lean against the nothingness, a glass of dark rum manifesting itself in thin air into his inked hand.

"Well, it's really quite simple. You're lookin' for a good time, a nice vacation on the beach, maybe make sure some good lookin' fellas end up in the bed at the end of the day. You want to be able to snatch a fella like that with just the snap of your fingers. You want to be strong, and hard, and virile, and get that goood ass. Do I paint an accurate picture?" The sting of truth rang through Ted. Every word was correct. He cautiously nodded his head, still skeptical of the sinister spirit. "Now all I want to do is have a little fun myself, ya feel me? I want a little some of that action, you know what I'm saying? Now I'm all about helping a lost, sad little man like you when he's down in the dumps. But I don't work for free."

An air of menace fell over the duo, and the tension seemed to only grow between them. The spirit looked at him from nearly every angle, as if he were examining produce at the market to find the best one, and he seemed to be pleased.

"What are you proposing, then, sir?" Ted's voice shuddered, be it fear or pure adrenaline. He himself was not sure of his thoughts- this eldritch spirit with the energy of a lusting horn dog was offering him a once in a lifetime deal... perhaps he'd at least hear the terms?

"Only that we may share our experiences with eachother. I will provide you with the tools you need to, shall we say, seal the deal. And in return, you merely allow me to have a little fun of my own along the way." The terms were unclear at best, and duplicitous at worst. That seemed to be in line with the ambiguous intention that the spirit exuded. "Do we have a deal?" The man extended his long, boney hand, the subtle whispers in the dark encouraging him to 'take the deal, take his hand, do it, do it.' Ted, perhaps blinded by the prospect of him being some sort of casanova stud, exhaled deeply as he grasped the calloused, rough hand he'd been offered. He accepted.

The quiet whispers in the room quickly turned to maniacal laughter, as the spirit smiled wickedly at his naive prey. His split tongue ran down Ted's cheek as it tickled it's way down his neck. Ted's clothes faded into the endless oblivion, where he now stood naked and vulnerable. The grip on his hand started to tighten until it felt as if his skin was being seared by the scalding heat. The spirit cackled, the smoke from his cigar wafed around them, obscuring Ted's sight. Within seconds, through a small clearing in the smoke, the spirit's fist flew toward his face with no time to react. All Ted could do was close his eyes and prepare for impact, but to his absolute shock and horror, there was no collision whatsoever. He felt a tightening in his neck, as if there were a frog in his throat. Opening his eyes, he saw what was causing this sensation.

The spirit's arm, submerged into his gaping mouth up to his elbow, and continuing to sink deeper. As more and more of the spirit began to push past his lips, the mans body began to dissipate into a thick fog of almost liquid smoke as it rushed down into Ted's gullet. The taste of ignited tobacco, spiced rum, marijuana, and musky sweat overwhelmed his tongue until it was all he could sense. Holding his breath held no resistance, as the spirit continued to effortlessly push further and further into him, the last of the rubbery smoke flapping around as it whipped down into his mouth.

Ted looked down at himself, a strange green aura began to emit from all around his body, while within him, the spirit's deep, low laughter now bellowed loudly. He looked down as what looked like tendrils began to snake around beneath his skin, protruding out as they squirmed.

"Well, well, well." The spirit's voice boomed from deep inside his chest. "You must be enjoying yourself, Ted. Not much of a fight I must say. Now, as I am a man of my word..." The tendrils snaked down his arms, squiggling their way toward his fingers. Ted began to scream, but as the smoke filled the entirety of his hand, he now found it clasped tightly over his mouth. It began to pulsate as it started to grow and bulk, thick slabs of muscle seemlingly inflating from his very bones, and within moments, it looked nothing like what used to be. His hands were now thick, wide, and calloused, capping off an arm with bulging biceps and triceps dangling from a rock hard deltoid. Ted let out a gasp, pleasantly surprised as his arm flexed all on it's own, a salty wet musk pouring from his pit. "You are enjoying yourself, Ted. No more fighting. Just let me do my work- you won't be disappointed.

A flood of tan washed down his skin from his head to his toes, as the rest of his body began to creak and crack. Tendrils shot out from ever direction, squeezing into Ted's lanky extremeties and inflating them with thick, cut muscle. His shoulders broadened, and his pecs pillowed out of his chest, a light dusting of hair sprouting down his individually popping abs. His right arm swelled to match the other in tone and size, Ted smiling eagerly as his thick knuckles cracked at the sheer force of his fist. Shooting up to an impressive 6'10, Ted's legs burst with mass, ballooning outward and hardening into thick thighs, a tight ass, and chiseled calves. Bursting out of his shoes, high arched size 17's now rounded out his physique, emanating a strong funky musk of their own and keeping all 230 pounds of cut mocha colored muscle steady and supported.

Feeling the final changes settling in, he waited with bated breath as his face began to contort and pinch, squelch and crack. His throbbing cock stretched outward, pressing against the skin tight jeans that encased his lower half, finally peeking it's slimy uncut head out the top, eventually letting the 11 inch monster leak it's pre all across his hard abdomen. Ted opened his eyes, and looked down.

He was an adonis- the jacked, sultry heart throb kind that he'd see on modeling campaigns and pornos. Within his head, Ted profusely thanked his grantor, absolutely dying to explore his new body and see what it could do. Though, it seemed the spirit had other plans. Ted felt a wave of goosebumps flow over his skin, and his new plump lips crack a mischevious side grin. The sly spirit within was not finished, it was now time for Ted to pay up.

"This is my masterpiece, Ted. You should be proud." The spirits dark, deep voice bellowed out of his mouth now while his hands groped and prodded ever delicious ounce of man meat. "But now it's time to pay up, my friend." Ted, now reduced to a mere soul acting as a passenger in his former body's mind, felt the spirit's presence tightening around him. Compressing him. "Now, just let me get a bit more comfortable." The pressure was mounting, building and building against his intangible soul until he felt a small prick. That's all it took for the spirit to flood into the kid's soul. He gleefully grabbed his cock, slowly stroking it as he took this body for himself. Ted felt the very core of the loa merging with his consciousness, as if his last bit of individuality was being slipped on like a costume. His fear was slowly replaced by cockiness and confidence. The feeling of lust overwhelmed him; debaucherous and filthy kinks flooded his mind as the loa inserted himself into Ted.

Intricate tattoos began to be burnt onto his skin, starting from his smelly toes and crawling all the way up his body. Breathlessly jacking his cock, animalistic growls and grunt escaped his mouth, the green cloudy aura grew stronger, now filled with the sharp scent of musk, booze, and tobacco. Nearing climax, the loa took one final moment to absorb the last of Ted, truly becoming one with him. And with an animalistic roar, he shot stream after stream of his thick, gloopy load, pooling into a small sea of cum around his bare feet. His eyes shot open, now a dead white, and his tongue split in two as the last of his ink finalized on his face, the pattern of a skull sublty hidden in it's design. The baron let out a gutteral laugh, as he tickled his sweaty pits with his forked tongue.

"Thanks, Ted. It's a win win. You have the body you've always wanted, and I get to enjoy the land of the living, with all the dick, ass, and pussy that I can take." The loa snapped his fingers, manifesting a string of protection beads, a purple chiffon shirt, and massive combat boots to deck out his sexy new form.

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"Final call for boarding on Flight 1102 with service to Miami." The young desk attendant hung up the speakerphone. Only one no-show, not the worst turnout, and only one person that he'd have to get cussed out by. As he typed away at the computer, preparing the gate for takeoff, he caught a gentle whiff of a strange smell. Sweet, salty, sharp... was someone smoking? Before he could look up to find out himself, a hand slammed a boarding pass down onto the desk in front of him. The young man looked up, only inches away from the final passenger's devilishly sexy face.

"Got caught up in the bathroom, my bad, baby." The desk attendant shivered at the sound of his voice, deeper than the ocean and darker than night. Gazing into the piercing grey eyes that stared into his very soul, he felt entirely lost in them. Mindlessly, he stamped the boarding pass, not breaking eye contact for a single moment. The man smiled, biting his lower lip as he sized up the flight attendant. "Thanks, baby. You know how it is. Man's got needs and tension he has to let out. I got a bit left over for a special someone." The man gently caressed the attendant's cheek with his rough fingers. "If you happen to need a release of your own, I'll be ready for you." His split tongue slid between his pearly white teeth, as he took the boarding pass from the attendant and started down the jetway, the trailing green mist wafting behind him as he strode.

[vnscwby]

pov: you’re me

[muscletheftgod]

TRENTON’S CHOICE

“Hey, Stacy? Yeah, this is Trenton. Look…no easy way to tell you this, but…I’m gay. I hope you can forgive me for keeping it a secret but…I’ve just decided the only way for me to live my life right now is to just seize the day, seize the moment. I’m gay and I’m just happy to finally say it.”

Max left the voice recording for Stacy to hear. So many girls to tell. Luckily, his brother liked most girls, so telling all the ones he liked the best first was an excellent strategy. Had to swap back in only a week and there was so much ground to cover, establishing to everyone that his brother was gay.

The magician had worked it all out so well. It was a plan of beauty. Swap their bodies, take over Trenton’s life, and not only would he be telling people he was gay, hi body would actually now be gay. Once the swap was complete, Trenton’s body would be gay for life, no matter what. It was an extra spell thrown in, worked like a charm. Max was having a great time being a hot, young, gay jock. He got so much attention for being brave. Hilariously, many women told him that they had always sensed it in him. A few jocks gave him sly looks wondering when they could get alone with him. Trenton’s friends were supportive and said it was no big deal. A few made gay jokes, but all in fun. Max was now in a magnetic body and he was still going to be popular as hell.

Max was now not only older, but way better looking. His old frame was gangly, pathetic, and he wore glasses. If Trenton wanted to switch back, he’d have to live the life of a gay man. Which suited Max just fine, since Trenton had trashed a friend of his for coming out. Trenton had teased that Max was gay when he wasn’t. It made Max furious.

Luckily, with the help of an intervening magician named Dr. Cambio, who found Max despondent when giving him a physical, Max was now the older brother of the family. Cambio had a way of finding things out and he explained Max didn’t have to do anything. He’d take care of everything. He gave instructions to get plenty of sleep and the next morning, Max had woken up in his much hotter brother’s body.

“So…you’re out pretty much everywhere,” he said to his brother, stuck in a much smaller frame.

“I can’t take this! That’s my body! You have to give it back!”

“And I will. I’m not selfish. It’s just a few more days now and we’ll just wake up and be in each other’s bodies again. AND you’ll be gay.” Max laughed cruelly in his brother’s body. “Have fun switching back!”

Max definitely had fun in his big body. He took the opportunity to go to the gym and lift weights. It felt more exhilarating than he could possibly describe. Driving was a snap, too. He now had all of Trenton’s school knowledge, and a heap more, enough to get whoever was in that big body an easy scholarship ride.

When they swapped back, Trenton was happier than he’d ever been, and he marveled at his new bigger body, which felt almost alien to him now.

But after he went to school and started to get hard for every hot guy he used to be pals with, it got weird. Max had told him he was sitting with the same group of people but it had expanded with many girls that loved gay men. Trenton’s straight buds were really happy with him for this. He had brought honor to the tribe at their table, attracting hot babes for them to commiserate with.

No one else was out at the school and Trenton, now big again, began to feel awkward. He began talking more with women and hanging out with them, talking about hot boys together. His straight bros were loving it because he hooked them up with his new gal pals. He was popular but alone.

“Being gay sucks! I’m not allowed to touch all these hot guys and they’re everywhere! My dick feels like it’s going to explode!”

“So go find a guy, idiot!” Max yelled at him. “That’s what you’re into now! Unless you want to swap back because you can’t handle it!”

“Fuck you, Max! This is all your fault! I hate you for making me gay!”

Trenton ran up to his room almost in years. After an hour of crying like a…a…fag, his brother knocked and came in.

“Look, I didn’t think it would upset you this much, but why don’t you just try being gay and see how you like it? Or give me your body, faggot.”

“Shut up, Max! That’s not a nice word!” Trenton cried.

“Aaaand now you know how my friend Darren felt when you called him one. This is your own fault, asshole.” Max began to exit the room before turning back to his brother. “Look. Just download Grindr. There’s plenty of guys on there. It’s on your phone. Good luck, champ.” Max left him there in tears, the little shit!

He tried a date with a guy but soon found that the type of young gay musclestud he was. He liked to be treated like a cheap piece of meat. He enjoyed being fucked, and cocksucking. He enjoyed doing fag stuff! He felt a mixture of pleasure and disgust every time he sucked a cock and drank man jizz.

After he blew one horny football player, others soon found out that their friend, who would always be sworn to secrecy, was even more of a fairy than they thought! Not less than four guys wound up plowing him and allowing them to suck them off, taking turns with their new fag hole. Trenton began to think of himself as more like their employee rather than teammate. He liked to follow his coach’s and team captain’s orders even more than before, and everyone noticed he became better on the field.

One night, he had come home from an orgy. He had sucked off five guys at a party that he’d never even met before and eagerly sucked each of them dry. Some were gay, some were bi. They really loved how hot his mouth and throat were and he savored the taste of each filling up his eager fag mouth.

He sat down with his little brother.

“I’m a fag for life or I have to take your little body and grow up a geek.”

“Pretty much.”

“Yeah well, fuck you, Max. I’m not switching back. You got what you wanted. I’m a fag now. So can I please just suck your dick? Sir?”

“God, you’re pathetic!” Max laughed.

“I know, Sir. I had to try, Sir. May I please suck your friend Darren off? I think he might like it if I appreciate him more now.  

“Why the hell would I hook you up with my friends? You’re not good enough for my friends!” Max told him. Max’s attributes had changed as well. He found himself more forceful than normal. “Here’s what you’re gonna do. You’re gonna call him yourself and tell him you’re a fag and you like sucking cock and offer to suck his. And be nice about it. And if you do suck his dick, I’ll watch so I can laugh at you.”

“Yes, Sir.” And even though he wasn’t gay, Max got hard from the sheer power he had gained over his brother.

[viceversafun]

Swap Flu

After the Covid-19 virus hit the world, no one planned for another pandemic to come right after. And especially not one like this.

My name is David and I’m a single dad with 2 boys. And outside of all of the craziness happening in the world we lived pretty normal lives.

But all of that changed quickly last month when a new virus started to spread around the world. No one knows where it comes from or how it spreads. Scientist are rushing to figure it out. I assume it was made in a lab somewhere. As far as side effects go it’s just like a common cold and non-life threatening. That said, there is one major side effect to this virus— if you catch it and spread it to another individual you will take over that persons body and they will take over yours. Which is where they got the name Swap Flu. And that’s why my family is in the predicament we are in now. 

Last week my youngest son George came home from school early after not feeling well. I left work and ran to go pick him up. Asked him how he was was feeling once he got into the car. His symptoms sounded like a cold but he hasn’t swapped with anyone yet. I figured by now if he had the virus he would have another body. But I was wrong and didn’t realize that the virus takes a minute to set in.

At home, I sent George to bed. Told him I would check in on him in a little and bring him some soup. I went to the kitchen, made him some chicken noodle, and brought it upstairs. That’s when I started to feel weird myself but brushed it off to take care of George. After dropping off the soup I went back downstairs to finish up some of my my work.

I opened up my laptop and that’s when everything went black for a second. Moments later I wake up in George’s bed with his soup sitting on my lap. I look down at my much smaller hands and knew what happened. A little panicked I start to get up but heard a knock at the door.

“Hey Georgie! It’s your Big Bro Caleb. Dad texted me and said you weren’t feeling well.”

I try to tell him not to come in but it was too late. Caleb already opened the door.

“Stay back Caleb!” I shouted.

“It’s okay buddy! We all get sick sometimes you have nothing to be scared about.” He says walking over to the bed.

“Caleb it’s me dad. You need to get out of here now.”

“Oh shit!” That’s when I blacked out again. Waking up on the floor this time I looked over my body and confirmed that I was now Caleb. George who I assume is Caleb starts to wake up.

“Dad?”

“Yeah buddy it’s me.”

That’s when my youngest son comes busting in excited in my body. “Daddy!! Look at me! I’m big now!! I was sleeping and now I’m you!!”

“Yeah buddy we know.”

“Oh hi Caleb! Look how strong I am now, do you wanna wrestle?”

“ I’m actually over here Georgie.” Says Caleb from George’s 9 year old body.

“What? Caleb’s in my body? That’s awesome!!” George runs over to his bed in my adult body and proceeds to pick Caleb up.

“This is cool!! I’m dad now so Caleb you have to listen to me!”

“George put me down now! I’m still your big brother!”

“No you’re not! I’m dad and your little Georgie!” He starts to tickle Caleb and turns him upside down.

“George put your brother down right this instance! Don’t make me count to 3!”

George gently sits Caleb down on his bed. “I’m sorry daddy.” he says shyly. His body language is child like and it’s weird seeing my middle aged body act like a kid who just stole a cookie from a jar.

“It’s okay champ but you’re going to be in my body for a little while. You have to be more careful with your brother.”

“Okay I promise I’ll be more careful daddy.” He then turns around and sticks his tongue out at Caleb.

“George! What did I say? Now apologize to your brother.”

“Sorry Caleb.”

“Well this is just great! I’m stuck in a child’s body for at least a month.”

“ It’s okay Caleb I’ll take care of you! I promise I’ll be the best dad ever.” He says patting called on the head.

“Fuck me! This is just perfect.”

“Language Georgie! Kids shouldn’t have potty mouths.” George giggles as he tries to mimic me.

That was last week. My job and the kids school knows what happened and now we have to quarantine until we all swap back to our respected bodies.

Although Caleb is still upset because George won’t leave him alone. Im pretty happy with my new body. I’m 18 and fit. And even though I’m sick I haven’t felt this good in years. The best part is when the boys go to sleep. I can have some alone time to do a little exploring and boy Caleb has been hiding a monster in his pants this whole time. You won’t believe how many times I’ve jerked off in the past week. I guess that’s what happens when you’re stuck in a teenagers body and have nothing better to do.

[viceversa3]

Hey guys! Wanted to give you a quick update on our family. I may have made a huge mistake. You see I thought I wasn’t contagious anymore and decided since I was still in Caleb’s body that I could have guest come over.

I invited Caleb’s boyfriend over and as you can imagine we ended up switching bodies.

Here’s the new me for the time being. Cute right?

Andrew and Caleb have been going steady for awhile before the Swapflu and we have been texting while I’ve been in quarantine. Getting to know Andrew has been so much fun that I couldn’t resist the urge to invite him over.

Of course, Caleb didn’t know that he was coming over. And my whole plan backfired on me for the worse. Andrew is in Caleb’s body and I’m now Andrew.

Here’s us quarantining together. Caleb gets pissed every time he walks by the door and sees us in bed together.

But I can put up with an angry kid and George is even happier because all this has done is pro-long the swap even longer.

I’m pretty happy with Andrew’s body. He’s much hairier than Caleb. And let me tell you I figured out real quick who’s the top in this relationship.

The best part of the swap is that I know get to wake up to Andrew’s cute face every morning. I always give him a little kiss before we start our morning round together.

[celebritybodyswaps]

Lamine Yamal Body Swap

I woke up in bed today. But something was way off. This change would make my life way different than before. You see I loved soccer when I was younger. I dreamed of playing professionally, but I just never had the talent or skills. But this all changed when i got the message that would change my life. I got a random message that I thought was a scam. It said “Swap lives with an athlete, if you reply you will swap with Yamine Yamal. Reply Yes to swap” I quickly replied yes to see if there was even a possibility for this to happen. I felt a jolt of coldness pass over me. Then I passed out. Then when I awoke I felt energized. Everything felt so tight and I could feel myself lighter. I look down at my stomach and I now had abs.

I quickly got up. I couldn’t believe it. I had always dreamed of being a star soccer player since I was little. And now I was living that reality. I am in the body of one of the youngest soccer prodigy. He’s living the dream being a young professional. He’s rich and has access to all the girls and even has guys who would pay to see him. I quickly went to the bathroom to check myself out.

Man is this body great. His package is also huge. Man I would always see it peaking through the shorts but now I got a front row seat to see it. I quickly decided to rub one out and man it felt great. This youthful body is really the deal. Not only that I cant wait to try it out when I get some guys to come see it. Man I better download grindr ASAP.

Thats when I got a phone call from my manager. He seemed very nervous asking me where I was and saying I was late to practice. I forgot how much time had passed since I was in my new body but I knew I needed to get my stuff together. Since I must continue my soccer career. I quirky gathered my stuff then I got in my car but for some reason I knew where to go. I guess the swap also caused us to swap some of our memories.

As soon as I got on the pitch I was so excited. I was playing soccer with some of the greatest players in the world. Man is this body skillful. I was doing way better at playing than I would have in my old body. Man I can get used to this. I dont ever plan on swapping back to my old body. I can get used to this new body. Well after a long two hour practice I was tired. I could still not believe I was in this amazing body. I decided to go out and eat. But thats when I saw this cute guy. I just couldn’t wait for the guys to come after me in the future. But for now im just enjoying this hot body.

Well im off to bed. But im gonna make sure to goon a but before bed. Im going to make sure im milked dry before bed. Well I cant wait for this gooning sesh later and I cant believe im playing in front of thousands of people tomorrow. Just know if you guys ever get a message like this don’t be afraid to answer. It might not be a scam. Well I hope you guys watch me win my game. And if there are any cute guys who wanna try this body out, don’t be afraid to reach out ;)

(Hey guys im back. Hopefully more stories come soon after my long break. Im feeling really inspired lately do be on the lookout for more stories in the future)

[vv-4-deactivated20221220]

XChange App

Story Request from @swappwas

Ben:

I’m standing in front of a room full of my colleagues and not only that the board/CEO of my company to tell them about the product I’ve been working hard to put together for over the last 5 years. And now it’s my moment to shine.

I get up in front of everyone, a little nervous but I can’t wait to blow there minds!

“ Ladies and Gentlemen, I want to thank you for having me here today! Now I don’t want to waste too much of your time. So let me get started, I’m sure like many of you; I’ve always envisioned myself be able to be someone else for a day. Maybe it’s to take a break from your life, get to live out a dream you’ve always thought you couldn’t accomplish, or maybe you thought someone else just has it better or easier than you—

Well I’m here today to tell you that’s not only possible but I have invented a product that allows you to do it directly from your phone. Called, The XChange App. It’s very simple, our clients will sign a virtual swap agreement and both parties will mutually agree to a swap. Once they have agreed, the swap will start. And in nearly less than a few seconds, both parties will find themselves inside of the other’s body.”

“That sounds amazing Ben but are we supposed to believe this app actually works?” says my co-worker Thomas.

God, I can’t stand Thomas! Always trying to one up me! Just wait till he sees this!

“Thanks for your question Thomas, actually that’s why my nephew Drew is here with me. Drew, say hi to everyone.”

“Sup,” says Drew.

“He’s here to help demonstrate our new product. Now our app does require one small purchase, which are these 2 per person set attachments that go right on your temples.”

I place mine on my head while placing the other set on Drew.

“Thanks again for doing this,” I say to him.

“Anytime Uncle Ben, sides that Thomas guy seems like a loser” he says to me softly.

“Haha not too loud!” I say punching him the arm.

“And once they’re placed, you pull out the app. Make your selection, agree to the terms and…”

The room is silent for a minute as the 2 both go quiet for a second.

But then Drew started to speak, “And then you’re swapped.”

“Wow!” Says our CEO. “Ben, is that actually you in there?”

“Yes sir!”

That’s when Thomas pipes up again, “and how can we be sure?”

“Well ask me anything you would think my nephew wouldn’t know.”

“What did we talk about on last weeks board meeting?”

“Well we discussed how you’re over budget on your dating app.”

The room giggles a bit which got Thomas to quiet down.

“So any other questions before I swap back?”

Everyone in the room was interested and excited. I answered questions for about 20 minutes.

“Thank you everyone, if we have no further questions. I’m going to go ahead and swap us back.”

I go to hit the button and— nothing. I feel a bit of panic rush over me. I look over at my nephew Drew in my body hoping he would say something so no one else in the room would know…

But all he says is, “Uncle Ben, do I get to stay you for the rest of the day?”

Oh god… this is not good!

“Well as you can see folks, we do have some minor bugs to work out. We are still in our trial period but the next time you see me, i will have this straightened out.”

Thomas snickers a little bit in the corner. But my CEO comes up to me.

“Ben, I’m fascinated by this and so is our investors. If you get all of the kinks worked out, this will be revolutionary. I’ll see you on Monday to discuss everything in detail with you.”

“Thank you sir!”

“And Ben…” he says before walking out.

“Try to come not in your nephews body by then…”

“Will do sir!”

Crap! Now I’ve got the weekend to figure this out.

We get into an Uber and my nephew seemed overly happy.

I get into the back seat and Drew turns to me.

“This is so cool Uncle Ben! Do I actually get to be you for the rest of the day?!?”

“Just until we work out the kinks Drew.”

I start making a couple of calls, mainly our IT team. We’ve spent too long on this for it not to reverse us back!

Drew:

This is so freaking cool! I get to be my cool Uncle Ben!!

I start looking over my hands, I’m surprised at how strong I am. Ben must spend a lot of time working out!

And wowww! My feet are huge!! These shoes are killing me.. let me just! That’s better!

I look at his socked feet and back at Uncle Ben in my body who was too busy on the phone to notice me…

I start pulling off his socks and they’re so huge!

I love the way they look!!

Wide with long toes! And they’re hairy!!

I look back again and he still isn’t paying any attention.

This time I go to smell them!

Boy they stink!

I smell them for a little before the Uber driver says to me, “Dude, normally I’d kick you out by now but you’ve got some sexy feet. If mine looked like that I’d take a whiff any chance I got.”

I laugh and get close to his ear so Uncle Ben doesn’t hear me, “you wanna whiff?”

Which he says quietly back, “I’d pay you to just touch them.”

Wait this guy will pay me just to touch Uncle Ben’s feet?!?

“Nice!,” I say propping them up near him. He reaches over and starts touching them.

“You may be my best customer yet!” He says to me.

“Thanks!”

By this point we pull into Uncle Ben’s, I quickly put my feet down and try to hurry so Uncle Ben doesn’t see me.

“Drew? Why don’t you have shoes on?” He says to me.

“Sorry! These shoes were killing me!”

Uncle Ben climbs out and before I leave the Uber driver stops me. And I get to have a good look at him.

He’s around Uncle Ben’s age and really nice looking.

“Can I see you again? Your feet are too hot to not be around.”

“Yeah! As long as I can see your feet! Come by tonight late, he should be asleep by then!”

“Great! Here’s my number.”

I go inside and Uncle Ben is pacing in the living room.

“Uncle Ben it’s all going to be okay!”

“I know but I can’t find what went wrong! All of our data shows we should have switched back.”

“Well I’m tired, do mind if I go lay down?”

“Of course bud! Use my room. I’ll let you know when dinners ready.”

“Sweet!” I charge upstairs to Uncle Ben’s room and didn’t waste any time!

I pull his shoes off again and stared at his big feet. That’s when I had another thought…

What else can I check out on Uncle Ben’s body?

[hairy-bothered]

POV: It has been just a few hours since you found yourself in this middle-aged man’s body - in his penthouse suite in an unfamiliar city. You have no idea how you got here and you don’t really care - your old life was shitty and you were constantly in trouble with dealers and debt collectors - whatever had happened this was an upgrade.

It didn’t take you long to settle into the comforts in his (now your) life. Nice clothes, soft furniture, clean skin and hair, with a pipe to boot. Despite never smoking, it didn’t take your body long to remember the feeling.

“Ahhh - life is good” you think to yourself on your new balcony overlooking the city.

[hairy-bothered]

POV: “Holy shit, this can’t be real” you say to yourself repeatedly as you look at an unfamiliar face in the mirror of an unfamiliar apartment.

“How the fuck did this happen? Am I stroking out?!” you exclaim!

After calming down you start to explore your new, younger body. You have nice abs and the start of an ok mustache - lacking the flare of your old handlebar but at least it’s something to work with. You also have a big, perky dick - which despite your best effort at self-control you’ve already came with twice - looking at your new young face and licking your mustache.

After coming down from your last afterglow, you explore your surroundings. You come to realize your situation is increasingly less than ideal - you have 3 roommates, a phone full of missed calls from numbers marked as “DNA” and strange vials of liquid in syringes in your room.

“Shit - what have I ended up with here - I need my pipe…”

[mrwavellswaps]

The Transfer Auction 1 - Vince

Once every month, late on the first Sunday evening, an auction would be held. But this was no ordinary auction. It was held at a secret location that only few knew about. Those people were either those that were extremely wealthy or those who were brought to the auction to ‘compete’. It took place in a rather large showroom with a huge luxurious stage at front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already filled by those eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the entire crowd was made of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a single glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches. The type of men that could spend thousands and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where the podium sat.

“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone.

“I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are so I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to say that this is a private event. AKA don’t be telling any poor folk about where we’re situated.” He laughed, getting a chuckle out of the small crowd. “But seriously, don’t. If we have to deal with the public then that means less fun for all of us!” He added, to which the audience murmured in agreement. “However, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” The crowd applauded once more as the stage lit up with spotlights, preparing for what was to come.

Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but tight speedo and a number so that nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Some of them were huge bodybuilder size, some were super lean with defined abs while others sat somewhere in between. Regardless, they were hunks to say the least.

The host walked over towards the first man in line. “As some of you may already know, this first group of men are our professionals. This means they’ll have a few guidelines which they’ll share with you as we proceed. After this our second group of men will be our criminal group who’ve been ordered to take part in addition to their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He stated clearly with a wide smile before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line. “Now, to our first professional of the night, Mr Chase Adams! What are your terms?” He asked

“Well I’m cool with transferring muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. Only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase listed off and as soon as he did the bidding began at around 400 grand. Many of the spectators eager to win a chance to ‘transfer’ with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But one man in the crowd wasn’t the least bit interested in Chase.

Vince Hamlin. He wore a casual grey suit that hugged his lean form and honestly made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. He was easily identifiable by his bald head while also keeping a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince sighed as he waited for the bidding of Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.

For the next half an hour or so Vince sat either on his phone or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. Watched as the host defended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model with an incredible swimmer's body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch and prided himself on being so thin and lean. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once the guy mentioned body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.

“Next up is Mr Darius Crawford and by the looks of it he’s our biggest man here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the hunk.

Just as the host had said, Darius was easily the largest contestant out of the group. He was huge all over with massive imposing muscles along with rich ebony skin and dark hair, not to mention being incredibly tall. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it. “For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.

“You heard him folks!” The host said as he turned towards the audience again. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”

Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be the grand prize of tonight’s professional selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.

“Going once!” The host beamed in Damian’s direction. “Going Twice!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Goin-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.

“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.

“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.

“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.

These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more desperate as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted “TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”

The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitor’s?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.

Damian practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.

After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a million or so but none bothered to bid much higher. After all, everyone could tell Darius was the biggest prise to be won, literally, and Damian had already secured that bag. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.

“Alright everyone! That’s all of our professionals tonight!” The host announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that one the bids but before that we have our second wave of men!” With that the professional made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men were escorted on stage by the security. Like the professionals they were clad in nothing but speedos however, unlike the professionals, not all of them had huge sculpted physiques to show off. Two of them had decently impressive bodies but the rest varied. Some of them just looked average while a couple were slightly overweight. One of them was just a straight up bear with how huge and hairy he was. “Here we have tonight’s criminal selection! As previously mentioned these are men who’ve been ordered to be here by the court as part of their sentences which means anything is up for grabs!” It wasn’t surprising to Vince that this group had to be practically dragged on stage. There was no way in hell they wanted to be here but then again it was their own faults…

The bidding began with the host introducing the first criminal in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the criminals had much lower starting bids than the professionals due to them not being in quite as peak physical condition. The two fittest men out of the group certainly had the highest bids to begin with them both starting at 100K. The bearish man however, though his starting bid was relatively low at around 40K, the audience got surprisingly competitive. In the end he was sold for a whopping Eight Million. Vince supposed some people in the crowd were quite eager to look a little more butch…

Eventually the tenth man of the criminal group was sold, much to Vince and every other winner’s delight. “And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” The host stated. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to where you need to be. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet. There’s plenty of food and drinks that are all on the house as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”

Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers and each winner’s paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors and down a long corridor with ten rooms on each side. Rooms 1A and 1B came first, on the left and right of the corridor respectively. The winner of the first professional bid was taken into 1A while the winner of the first criminal bid was taken into 1B. This pattern continued down the hallway with winners being taken into rooms that corresponded with whichever bid they’d won until they finally reached rooms 6A and 6B.

“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince towards 6A while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had at least twenty of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sat patiently waiting since the professional bid ended and was eager to get up and greet Vince.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.

“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded before shaking Darius’s hand. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”

“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while after as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”

Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked. The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.

“So what’s it gonna be?” The hunk prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.

“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’s huge muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint he’d certainly have a boner right now.

Darius didn’t mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”

Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”

He wasn’t wrong. Last he’d checked Darius was about 6’5 and was usually one of, if not, *the* tallest man in a room. “Depends. How much you thinkin’?”

“How does 5 inches sound?”

Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wasn’t too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.

Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred. Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” Some of them were already inputting settings into the machine regarding his previous requests.

Vince thought for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”

“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”

For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Or at least Darius wasn’t going to agree with it anyway. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”

Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…

As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his chair. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” As quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius dick size to him. The man gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged, but soon enough he agreed.

Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. It took quite a while for the machine to actually boot up. Vince could only assume this was due to the staff members negotiating the deal he’d offered. He could only hope they’d make the right decision. Eventually there was a loud engine-like sound as the machine roared to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being filled with electricity but instead of being frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already taking place.

Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain swiftly vanished along with all the strength that came along with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking thin lanky rather than imposing.

Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’s muscle, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his body started to inflate with new muscle. His biceps and triceps expanding with newfound size as his back and chest started to broaden. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second. Before long ripping sounds could be heard coming from Vince’s suit.

His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the tearing of his clothes was a good indicator of how big he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand, causing his jacket to pretty much explode apart at this point, revealing the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before it had the chance, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants in all their glory, their sheer mass not wanting to be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two massive pecs forming at last and being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.

But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop there. His body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not rub against one another. And that’s not to mention how ridiculously swole his upper body now looked. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the next transfer.

The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.

Of course once this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased, finally coming to a haunt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out a little bit better across his larger frame.

Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…

“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalance between you two before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.

Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant. Slowly and carefully so that he wouldn’t notice, the machine started sucking more energy out of Darius. Unbeknownst to the professional, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its size. When the machine turned on Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within second he felt his cock inflate, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously.

A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he once was now replaced by an average skinny looking dude.

As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. The latter of which was struggling against all hell to contain his cock and ass right now. But he wasn’t concerned about that right now. All he cared about was how fucking massive he was!

The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were enormous! Even pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He *felt* incredible!

Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”

The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”

Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear from before and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size, they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…

Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent but of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing himself like this.

The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun poses and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was and judging by Vince's reaction, he wasn’t disappointed. “Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive attitude.

Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement.” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.

“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.

As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase the info on the dick transfer from any of the transfer machine’s data logs. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right!?

The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects and what to maybe expect post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.

At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. With that he made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a few others who’d buffed up considerably as well as a few that seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. He even saw the guy who’d bidded on the bearish criminal and sure enough he was covered in thick manly body hair now as he was proudly displaying through his slightly unbuttoned shirt. Not to mention the huge bushy beard he now adorned.

The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them looked at him.

The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendee’s and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym from now on as he works to maintain all this. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could get ahold of the dude that took the bear criminal’s hairiness as well. The dude had definitely been making eyes at him. He was already pretty good looking before but now with all that body hair he looked gorgeous. Vince couldn’t help Imagining how good those bearded lips would feel around his fat cock…

Regardless Vince knew that he was gonna have the time of his life being the muscle beast from now. He reached down and groped his now fully hard cock through his joggers, smiling as he felt a full 8 inches of thick man meat down there. Oh yeah he had A LOT of self worshiping to do when he got home.

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