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Episode: Fuck the Twink life

“Okay, seriously. We want our bodies back. Now.”

“The Bears already want their bodies back,” I said, looking at my phone and laughed. Should we swap back with ‘em?”

Keith didn’t even look over. “Nope, we just got these bodies. “Sounds like they’re getting tired of the twink life already.”

I ignored the message, took a sip of my beer, then let out a loud belch without even thinking about it.

''Nick, we should’ve used this Swapping Service way sooner.”

“100%” I said, while unconsciously rubbing my jaw...

“Woah… I’m still not used to this at all. Stubble, I’ve actually got real stubble. Damn, that’s… scratchy as hell.”

“And don't forget that lovely hairy chest too… this is wild,” Keith shook his head, still grinning. “Man,” he said, “I’m really into this new Arab look of yours. Nick”

I snorted, glancing over at him. “I like your new look too. That beard really suits you.”

Keith raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning back against the pool edge. “Way better than your old… baby face. This looks good on you.”

Kieth laughed, dragging a hand through his beard like he still couldn’t quite believe it was his. “Man, I can’t stop touching it’s weirdly addictive.”

Nick finally picked up the phone from the edge.

“Alright, I need to see ''us'' properly,” he said.

He flipped the camera to selfie mode.

“…Oh wow,” I said, quieter now. “I’m not used to seeing that.”

I slowly dragged a hand across my hairy chest, watching the movement mirrored on the screen. “That’s actually wild. I didn’t know I could look like this.”

Keith let out a short laugh. “You’re fully checking yourself out now.”

“Yeah, I mean… look at me! Prime Beef over here.”

My phone buzzed again.

“Video calling now,” I said.

Keith’s face lit up. “Oh hell yeah, answer that.”

I picked up, flipped it to video.

Our old bodies appeared on screen, fidgety, tense, clearly NOT having a good time just standing there. oth of them nervously smoked cigarettes, each puff a desperate attempt to steady their fraying nerves.

“Alright, seriously,” the guy Nick's old body said. “Switch us back.”

I leaned back against the pool wall, letting the camera catch more of my chest without even trying. “Already?”

Keith laughed. “That was fast.”

“You don’t get it,” the other one snapped. “This is so disgusting. This isn’t what we agreed to.”

Keith frowned slightly. “What are you talking about?”

There was a pause on the other side. Then one of them blurted it out.

“You two… you’re not what we thought you were.”

I blinked. “What does that mean?”

The guy looked off-camera like he was getting pressured to say it.

“We didn’t know. We thought we were swapping with other guys like... straight guys like us. Not...” he hesitated ... ugh this.”

Keith and I exchanged a look.

“And what’s ‘this’ supposed to mean?” I asked.

“…We’re stuck in your weak white ass bodies.”

Keith blinked. “Yeah. That’s the point of a body swap.”

“No,” the other voice said, shaky. “You don’t understand. We didn’t know we’d end up like this. In your lives. Your… everything.”

Keith let out a breath. “Oh.”

“…We didn’t realize you were fucking faggots!.” Yelled the guy in Keith's former bod.

Keith just shook his head, smiling, and dragged his hand across his chest slow, like he was still kind of obsessed with it. Fingers catching in the hair.

“…Nah,” he said. “These bodies definitely works for us.”

“You can’t just refuse,” the other one said. “We’re not staying like this! In these pervy Gay bodies! We’re not letting you just walk around in our bodies doing your gay shit!”

I snorted. “Yeah, well I don’t see the problem at all.” I looked down at ''myself'', then lightly tugged at a patch of chest hair.

“Man,” I’m really into the body hair, dude.” I said with a slight grin.

Kieth laughed. “Same. Took like a day and now I’m never going back.”

“You’re kidding,” one of them snapped. “You actually want to stay like this?”

I straightened up a bit and flexed without even thinking about it my chest tightening, giving it a small bounce.

“Yeah,” I said. “Kinda do.”

Keith shook my head, grinning. “Oh please. You’re twinks what are you gonna do about it? Break a nail”

That hit. They both looked pissed.

“Wow,” one of them said. “You’re really like this now?”

Keith just shrugged, still smiling. “I mean… yeah? Are you blind?”

I ran my large hand over my chest again. “Relax. You had your fun with these bods. We’re now just taking over. ”

There was a pause.

“You had your fun,” the other one said. “Just switch back.”

I looked at Keith.

He didn’t even hesitate. “No.”

I laughed. “Yeah, no. Not happening.”

“You’re serious?” they both said at once.

“Yeah,” I said, taking another sip. “We are.”

Keith leaned a little closer to the camera, still relaxed, still smiling.

“You wanted this,” he said. “Now you’ve got it.”

They started talking over each other, getting louder, but I’d already lost interest.

“Alright,” I said. “Good luck with that.”

I ended the call.

Then Keith let out a breath and looked down at himself again, rubbing his chest like he couldn’t stop.

“…Dude,” he said, shaking his head. “This is crazy.”

“Yeah,” I said, lifting my drink.

We clinked them.

“Fuck the twink life. My only regret now is that we didn’t swap with these bears sooner.”

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Episode: Shanghai Swap Meat - Part 1

‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked.

‘’No, I haven’t done that … yet.’‘

‘’Then what’s bothering you?’’

‘’Oh, nothing except that I’m the biggest loser of the family, and my life kind of sucks.’’

‘’Oh don’t be so hard on yourself Alan you’re not the brightest star of our family but you’re not the biggest failure either.’’

‘’Thanx cousin but let’s be honest I kinda screwed up. Dropped out twice, failing my classes again, and kicked out by dad because he’s embarrassed by his low-life son. We’re both 23 years old cousin but you already have your own butchery. Small business, but you build something yourself, you achieved something. What did I achieve? High School, that’s pretty much it.’’

‘’Don’t worry too much Alan you’re a late bloomer good things will come to you eventually. Until then, I don’t mind you here helping me in the shop in exchange for sleeping on my couch.’’

‘’Awesome, so in what way does that make my life suck any less? A young, late bloomer, dropout, kicked out, working for free in his cousin’s butchery and sleeping on his couch in downtown Shanghai, no offense cousin. You’re right I’m living the life!’’

I turned and ran into something massive and got pushed back to the display.

‘’Can’t you watch where you walk runt?!’’ A booming voice said. 

I looked up and I saw a man… no a mountain of solid muscles. From a quick glance, I noticed his thick pecs, wide boulder-sized shoulder, arms and legs thick as tree trunks, and the thickest ass in Asia.

‘’Move aside runt. Do you have my order ready butcher?’’ 

‘’But of course Mr. Kang I have already set it apart for you.’’ My cousin walked to the fridge. 

‘’Here is your order Mr. Kang: 7 Chicken breast, 5 pork chops, 3 lean steaks, and the rest of your order. Only the best quality for you Mr. Kang.’’ With difficulty, my cousin got the heavy bags with raw meat on the counter. 

‘’Finally.’’ Said the enormous brute said with his deep baritone manly voice. With one arm, he easily picked up the bags my cousin struggled to get up earlier from the counter. I was amazed by his build. This guy weighed at least 330 lbs with an impressive 6’5 height.

‘’Do you have in here someplace where I can take a piss?’’

‘’Of course, Mr. Kang toilet is in the back second door on the right.’’ My cousin replied. The bodybuilder walked past us, walking to the back. 

‘’Who was that God cousin?‘’

‘’God? No Alan customer, a big spender. Samual Kang is a former pro bodybuilder living here in Shanghai. He’s now founder and CEO of a successful chain of gyms across China, produces and sells nutrition and I thought he did some acting and modeling too. He always buys here his meat and a lot of it because it has not yet been processed.’’

“What does he have that I don’t have?” “I asked him, feeling like my life sucked even more than I thought… reality just hit me hard.

‘’Well…. money, a penthouse, a gorgeous model as his girlfriend, money, a successful business, fans, a great body and again money.’’

‘’Haha, if you only were as good at making me feel better as you are at cutting meat’‘. 

*Sigh*. 

“I wish I had his life. That dude’s got it all. And have you seen his body?” It takes years of dedication to get so buffed up! I would look awsome!’‘

My cousin suddenly went dead serious. “So you want to be like Mr. Kang, huh?”

’‘Uhm yeah kind of, didn’t you hear me the first time cousin?”

He pulled out a small plastic bottle from under the counter with green sludge inside. ‘’Drink this cousin!’’

‘’What is this?! How long did you keep this?’’’ I opened the bottle and the smell was horrific! ‘’Ugh, this smells awful cousin like grandpa’s feet, just throw it into the trashcan’’.

‘’Just drink it, Alan. For once just listen and do something that is going to make a difference in your life.’’ 

My cousin still had this creepy serious expression on his face. I felt I had to prove something to him by drinking it but I also didn’t want to drink whatever was inside this bottle. 

‘’Alright alright, I will drink it!’’ 

I opened the bottle again and knocked back the disgusting green juice all at once down my throat. 

‘’See… happy now cousin? Now let’s do a reality check… did drinking this turn my life upside down?… Uhm, nope it didn’t. It only left a bitter taste in my mouth  ugh…so thanks for that cousin very helpful.’’

‘’Just give it some time’’. My cousin said.

‘’But we’re almost closing, so I’m going to bed… I mean the couch’’.

Then it hit me, I suddenly felt an enormous rush. Out of nowhere, I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder.

“WHAT did you do to me, cousin?!” I yelled. “Oh man, this is going bad! Out of my way cousin!” I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom in the back. It felt like I could snap anytime.

I stormed into the bathroom to the toilet. Shit, I forget to unclog it. I turn to the only urinal seeing Samual Kang standing in front of it. 

‘’Can you hurry up, please?!’’ Damn, I can’t hold it anymore! I got pulled to the urinal as something forced me to.

‘’Shut up runt can’t you see I’m busy! And don’t you dare to look!’’ Mr. Kang shouted at me.

‘’Oh, come on hurry up!!!’’ I couldn’t handle it anymore! And then my feet got off the ground and I smashed right into Mr. Kang’s back. 

‘’Didn’t I tell you to sh…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!’’

‘’I’m so sorry Mr. Kang I don’t know what is happening!’’ I tried to apologize and to get off Mr. Kang’’s large back, I put my hands on his back to push me off, but somehow I sank through into his back! 

‘’WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!’’ (*we said simultaneously*)

My arms sank deeper into Mr. Kang’s back as well as my legs that were already halfway in.

‘’Please, stop! It hurts… get out!’’ Mr. Kang yelled and began to stumble as he tried to walk away. 

‘’Stand still before you make us fall and we break something!’’ We stopped. Wait did I just do that did I just controlled his legs?!

I pushed my second arm into Kang’s right arm and use both to slowly pull my body into his. I tried to move my fingers inside Mr. Kang´s large hands. His large sausage fingers moved on my command! 

“Dude… I’m controlling your body. This is INSANE!”

‘’No this isn’t possible!’’ Kang stumbles around the room as the two of us fight for control. His muscles twitched as I took over, Kang attempts to push me out. But I  sleeved my skinny arms into his and now control these massive arms.

With a malicious grin splitting on my own face, I bring Sam’s hands up to his face and began to feel it and then going down to caress his muscles. It’s so weird I feel like I’m feeling it with my own hands. Mr. Kang almost collapses on the ground as I continue pushing. 

‘’No, no big guy can’t let that happen, these strong legs of ours can easily hold us both!’’ I forced Mr. Kang into a standing position with my arms against the toilet wall. Mr. Kang Still trembling with an occasional spasmatic twitching, while I’m moving around inside him. I kept going, sinking myself into his massive body like a human puppet. It’s warm inside and a bit tight. I can feel Samual Kang’s cock getting hard as I shove mine errected cock into his. Samual groans and gasps in a mixture of agony and pleasure. I chuckle at the thought of what I was doing to Samual and continue exploring his body in this new exciting way.

 "That’s enough! Get out of me…leave my body alone!“

“Not yet. Let’s see what’s in that head of yours Samual Kang.’’  

I push my head into Kang’s and the last of me into him. I had now been fully absorbed by Mr. Kang’s bodybuilder body.

I opened my eyes looking at this amazing muscle bod now fully under my control. First let’s take this shirt off MY muscles deserve to be seen. I flexed my biceps.

‘‘OH YEAH! BRING IT! HOLY CRAP!’‘

We left one last moan… and then a flash of light appeared. We were pulled out of eachother, separated. Everything went dark. 

Samual Kang fell behind on the floor while Allen fell forward into the urinal.

[Hours Later] The phone rings

“Ugh… five more minutes. That green stuff messed me up. I… I just had the weirdest dream ever. That green stuff… ugh you gave me was strong or was that also a part of the dream. I…I just need a little bit more sleep’’…

Voicemail Inbox:

Beep. “Mr. Kang, you have 38 new messages.”

Beep. (Alan’s voice): “Pick up the damn phone! I don’t know how the hell you did this, but I think I’m in the wrong body. YOUR body!”

Beep. (Alan again): “Allen, that’s your name, right? Dude, call me. My head’s killing me, and you SLAMMED it into a urinal. We need to fix this. Seriously.”

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Episode: The co-worker in the mirror

I woke up groggy and disoriented, like I’d had one too many drinks at my retirement party the night before. After spending 45 years at the same company, saying goodbye wasn’t easy. I suppose I just couldn’t keep up with those tech-savvy youngsters. Mr. Tanaka — a man outdated by time.

As I stumbled toward the bathroom, I immediately sensed something was wrong. The room around me was unfamiliar: sleek, modern, with minimalist decor that looked like it came out of a designer catalog. It didn’t feel like home.

Then I looked in the mirror—and froze.

Staring back at me was a young man. Not just young—handsome, muscular, with a chiseled jawline and piercing brown eyes. A Black man in his twenties, full of life and strength.

“Woah.”

At first, I thought I was hallucinating. A cruel trick of the mind after a long night. But as I touched my face and flexed my arms, I could feel the strength. The raw power in my limbs. The vitality I hadn't felt in decades.

This was real. Somehow, impossibly, I had swapped bodies with one of the young guys from the office. I think his name was Javon.

As the truth settled in, a strange mixture of confusion and awe filled me. I looked down and caught sight of the athletic build, the smooth skin, the sheer presence of this new body—and yes, the very prominent bulge in my shorts. It was a surreal sight.

“Young man, you’ve got quite the package there,” I muttered with a half-laugh, shaking my head in disbelief.

Even my voice had changed—deeper, richer. I cleared my throat and tried speaking again, marveling at how different I sounded.

“Wow... my voice really has changed,” I said, a hint of wonder in my tone. “You know, I might just become a singer or motivational speaker. Who knows?”

I flexed again, grinning. “Oh lord, I feel like I could conquer the world in this body. Maybe I should take up martial arts. Or hit the gym. See what this engine can really do.”

I leaned closer to the mirror, smiling.

“So, young man... what do you want to do today?” I asked my reflection. “The sky’s the limit—and we’ve got a lot of living to catch up on.”

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Episode: From Boring Dads to Being College Brads

“There you are! How’s it going, buds?”

“Great! I haven’t felt this energetic in decades!” One of the men laughed and stretched his arms. “Phil, using that spell to switch bodies with our college boys genius move. And I’ve gotta say, your son turned out to be one handsome young man. Just like his old man back in the day.”

“Hah! I wish I looked like this back then. Check this out—BOOM!” Phil flexed his newly acquired biceps with pride. “I never had muscles like these in college. Seriously, what do kids eat these days?”

The group erupted in laughter.

“Look at you, Phil,” one of them said, nudging him. “Every girl at this frat party is eyeing you like candy.”

Phil smirked, eyes glinting as his hand casually moved down to his shorts. “Well, it’s not just the girls. Turns out my son’s bisexual. And with what I’m packing now…” He gave a smug look. “Let’s just say there’s plenty to go around. Some of the ‘bros’ here were definitely checking me out.”

The guys howled with laughter.

“Looks like you hit the jackpot, Phillip!” one of them said.

“Yeah, meanwhile my boy’s already working on a beer belly,” another added, patting his gut-in-the-making.

“Why the hell did we become such lazy Brads?” someone joked.

“Relax, fellas,” Phil said, raising his hands. “We’ve got plenty of time to get these frat bodies back in shape.”

“What do you mean?” one asked, looking confused.

Phil grinned. “Think about it. Our sons? They’re cocky, lazy, entitled brats. Why should they get to walk around in these bodies when they don’t appreciate what they’ve got? Let us take the reins. We’ve done our time as weary, balding middle-aged men. Let them take over our jobs, our bills, and family responsibilities. They can live the dad life now.”

There was a brief silence… then slow nods turned into broad grins.

“You’re right, Phil,” someone said. “Let’s do this.”

Phil clapped his hands together. “That’s what I’m talking about! Now let’s find someone—or someones—to spend the night with. Because when the sun rises, we’re making this swap permanent.”

THE END

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Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”

Said the headline of the newspaper of the paper on the kitchen table.  

‘’What a joke!’’

 This is my fourth house in two days and still, nobody has even a clue who I am and where I will strike next. The cops are such idiots that I feel almost sorry for them, almost. My “business plan” is quite simple I break into the homes of rich people in daylight because those rich bastards are by then all gone, to their work. 

‘’Now what do we got here?’’

I opened the drawer and pulled out a golden necklace with some weird mask. 

‘’Looks like an antique, I could sell this shit easily to some pawnshop only the weight in gold could be worth a lot! Hahaha, this is a good day everything goes as planned just how I like it.’’

‘’What are you doing in my house?!’’

A tall muscular man had caught me in the middle of my work, he had seen my face what was I going to do? He had a gun in his hand holding me at gunpoint.

‘’Oh is this your house I thought it was my house you know how al these homes look like on another, right?’’

‘’Stop this nonsense and put down my properties especially that necklace! I have already called the cops they are already on their way I fought you would eventually end up here. Boy, it’s time for you to learn you have to work hard for your money instead of stealing it from others! Now take that necklace of this is your last chance!’’

‘’You’re really attached to this old crap aren’t you huh, I grinned. Sorry sugar daddy but not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you! I wish you could see how it is on the other side of the tracks, wondering if you would still act like such a big guy! The necklace started to glow with a strange bright glow and then there was a flash.’’

‘’NO STOP YOU IDIOT…’’

…

‘’Ugh, my head! What happened, how long was I out?!’’

I pulled my hands to my throat. Wait what’s wrong with my voice it’s so deep! I tried to stand up I felt so heavy did that flash made me nuts? I walked towards a mirror but instead of my own reflection, it was… 

It was him, that musclebound sugar daddy!

''Holy shit, and that insane necklace!''

I’d always wondered what life was like on his side of the tracks… and now I am him. Those biceps—massive. I could feel the coarse grey hairs on my face.

I flexed these new arms, watching the muscles rise and fall, a giddy thrill running through me. My pulse quickened, a strange mix of shock and excitement. I couldn’t help but grin, almost trembling as I took in the reflection: a short but devastatingly handsome, beefy man staring back. Thick arms. Solid chest. All of it on display for my personal pleasure.

''Hmm… hmm… hmmmmm.''

“This is straight-up Freaky Friday, bruh…” If I’m in his body, then where...''

‘’Oooh… M-must ‘a B-blacked out, feel so… so… No, no. no this can’t be! What have you done to me you thief I’m in your body! I’m Richard Ford, not some criminal! I have to have to restore this. The necklace provides only one wish per customer! I will make you pay for this kid after this is over!’’

 ’'I wish I was Richard Ford again!“

’'No, you won’t, gimme that!” I shouted and gripped the necklace and pulled it off his neck and pushed him against the wall with my new body’s strength.

 ’'Huh? I-I’m still you! But why…?“ My old self yelled while I hold him down with one hand while holding the necklace with the other. 

‘’Hey, I get it it’s like you said the necklace provides only one wish per customer, and ’'my body” already made his wish but I with Richard Ford’s body didn’t! HAHAHAHAHA not so smart now right huh? I'm the big man now! I'm huge. I have such huge muscles!''

“Make your wish you punk, switch us back!’' 

’'Haha, not a chance I’m giving up this wealthy lifestyle! Besides, an extra bit of arm strength will come in handy."

’'You don’t leave me a choice, this will hurt you more than me!” Richard said and then he kicked my fucking balls! 

“AAAAAAHHH you piece of shit!” I fell to my knees, “Yeesh you smashed my balls bro Uuugggghhh Shhit!’' 

*click* 

I turned around and saw my old body with Mr. Ford in it holding me at gunpoint.

’'Don’t worry asshole you won’t have to carry MY damn balls anymore! Now last chance to make your wish and switch us back!’' 

’'Alright alright don’t shoot! I will make that stupid wish.” I heard police cars approaching. 

“What are you waiting for know?! Do it NOW!’' 

’'I wish…”

“Police open the door!’' 

’'I wish… I wish I got ALL your knowledge and you got mine!’' 

’'You little R….!’' 

The necklace started to glow and the room was lighted up by a flash again.

The Police busted into the kitchen. ’'Police drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!’' 

’'Are you alright Mr. Ford you called?” A cop asked me. 

“Yes, I’m feeling fine just a little dizzy. This street rat tried to rob me I think he is the one who did all those burglaries in the neighborhoods lately.”  

The cops had already handcuffed the real Richard in my body.

 ‘’No, he is lying I’m Richard Ford not him’!’

 ’'What a joke if you are Richard Ford what is my birthdate huh? I asked the old Ford. 

“Uhm it’s… I don’t remember!’' 

How much can I lift? Oh, but if you are ’'Mr. Ford” you should know what my favorite cheat meal is right?

 ’'I…I don’t remember anything’’… “

‘’255 to 275 lbs and fresh cream cheesecake with blueberries”, I answered with a smile on my handsome face.’’  Crazy, how I now had acces to all of Ford's memories and skills!

“Officers, please, believe me! He used that necklace over there to switch our bodies, and then he stole all my knowledge including everything I know about myself!”

“But of course, never heard this excuse from a suspect they sure get weirder by the day if you asked me”. Said a cop when they took Richard into custody. 

...

A few months passed and I’m living my new jet-set-life went smoothly and was kicking my (legal) job with Ford’s knowledge and money I could do anything, I even maintained my amazing physique. I looked at the paper at the dinner table… 

“Burglar who terrorized neighborhoods has been convicted 20 YEARS in prison!’’

It just like I told you sugar daddy not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you were! I guess not such a big guy after all. 

’'It’s a good day just how I like it, now let’s get back to work.”

THE END

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”Sai

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Episode: All Mine!

‘’Are my boobs too small?’’

Imani said to her reflection while feeling her breasts.

‘’It has to be, why else would Keenan have dumped me?!´´

Or maybe I’m just not thick enough or skinny enough or maybe he just wanted some stupid rich white girl. No no no Keenan would never put his cock (oh yes that mighty thick black cock) in such a skinny snow white pussy.“

Why did this happen to me? I mean I thought I did everything right as a girlfriend I act nice, I dress nice, I smell nice, and let’s be honest I look hella fine, I’m a bombshell inside and outside. ’‘But I guess that’s just not good enough for him to stay with me.” Imani thought about her times with Keenan he was such a sweet guy and a beast in bed he knew how to use that thick cock of his simply said, being a real man. 

“That cock… oh God that fucking cock is all mine… not anybody else all of Keenan belongs to me only me!”

Imani began to feel hot a feeling of sexual arousal flowed through her veins. “I need to be with Keenan forever just one way or another!”

“Is that your greatest desire human?’' 

Imani looked shocked behind her to see who just said that but she saw nobody. ’'Great looks like my own libido has made me insane”’, Imani said to herself.

“Okay, I’m not insane! Who are you and where are you?! Show yourself!”

“Can’t do that human you see I’m a spirit and now and then a will grant a wish to a human who desperately wants something. And you human your cries could be heard far past the mortal realm.”

“So you can give me everything I want ?” Imani said. “Yes, but only one wish.” The spirit replied. “So do you want me to grant you your biggest desire to own that human called Keenan to have that as you stated: ’'that mighty thick black cock” all for yourself. Do you accept this wish?“

Imani remained silent for a few seconds it’s just all so crazy a spirit granting wishes was this all even real… it could not be, maybe I’m dreaming? Nah I never have such crazy dreams, not even in my sexual dreams. Maybe my intense emotions were playing with me… but if that’s the case I have nothing to lose right? ’'Yeah good thicking”, Imani she said to herself.

Imani looked at herself in the mirror with a smile and said, “yes spirit I accept the wish!” The spirit began to laugh, “as you wish human as you wish”. 

And then everything went dark.

…

Uhh, what happened to me? Why do I feel so sore?

“Come babe don’t let me down now we’re almost cumming, oh fuck yeah! You know how sensitive my nipples are.”

Babe? Cumming? Nipples? What’s going on?! Imani opened her eyes seeing a muscled man on top of her. 

He was getting his nipples massaged with a hand but not his own. Wait, is this my hand? 

“What the hell happened to my fucking hand?!” A booming baritone voice shot the words out Imani grunted as she felt something incredibly intense building up and reaching a climatic maximum. Imani lets out a deep, virile moan as he experiences her strongest orgasm ever. The man on top began to orgasm as well.

“That was nice wasn’t it”, the man said to Imani as he moved next to her and soon he fell asleep.

Imani still tired of there lovemaking looked down at herself.

“What the hell happened to me!” A booming baritone voice came out of her mouth again. The guy next to her slept trough-like as nothing happened. Imani’s breasts were replaced by beefy pecs, her once skinny arms were now packed with muscles and tattoos.

“I’m a freakin man!”

But that means… she moved the sheets that covered her lower body and saw her new, big black dick still erected and soaked in cum. She recognized it… “it’s Keenan’s cock!” She said with the voice of Keenan. ´´I’m Keenan!´´

´´Uhm yeah I know Bro, you okay?''

''You know, let's take a sec to rest''  The stranger said to her before falling asleep next to her.

Imani begins stroking her new manhood. Conflicting sensations went through her mind. This whole situation was a nightmare, she didn’t want to be a freaking man! On the other hand, though, the feeling of her new, big dick stirring was intoxicatingly pleasant. 

Imani looked at the man sleeping next to her. The one she just a few minutes ago just cumed into. I still can’t believe Keenan is gay! All this dick and still gay how? Ugh what a waste, she thought inside herself. Now I know why he dumped me not because I was not skinny, sexy, or white enough but I simply was too much woman for him yeesh.

Imani stumbled out of bed into Kaneen’s well her/his apartment, an angry and confused expression plastered on his/her new manly, bearded face as she/he looked in the mirror. But to her… it’s well, wrong!

Grotesque even! Her name IS Imani, dammit, and she IS a straight girl! She doesn’t want to be a bulky, black gay man! Since when is Keenan gay? And doesn’t this clearly mean that he never even liked her, the REAL her? Her crying intensifies. She felt so defiled, humiliated, and betrayed!

Imani looked back into the mirror looking at Keenan’s naked glory, her naked glory. In the end, she got her wish granted she wanted to be with Keenan and have his mighty cock all for herself and now she literally owns the whole package.

“Yeah maybe this is not so bad as I thought”, she said as she stroked his goatee.

“Yo Imani you’re the best girlfriend in the world but yeah I like dick so that’s it,” Imani said to Kaneen’s reflection saying that with Kaneen’s deep manly voice just made her cock hard again!

“Jesus such stamina big boy”!

It felt good to let that out. Imani felt adrenaline rushing through her like never before. She felt much better closing that part of her life off but now what? Imani still had to get used to this manly voice… It sorta fit the emotions she was feeling now, made her feel strong, commanding, even a bit intimidating! She never felt this way before. Maybe that wasn’t just adrenaline, Imani reasoned, maybe it’s her…well, Keenan’s testosterone…flowing through him…well, through her. Her? Him? So confusing. Technically, the body is a “him” and I owned it now. “This was HIS body, HIS name, HIS life.

I’m Keenan, I’m a big, tall black gay dude and I have a huge veiny cock!!” He marvels at its sight.

“This is mine! My penis… My big black dick!! Oohh yes… I… Ok, fuck it, I’m a man, I… my name is Keenan no more Imani … Oh god yess!!” He turns back to face the tall mirror, cock in hand. At the sight of himself, he immediately starts pumping hard on his rock hard shaft, grunting horny as testosterone flooded his brain. With each pump, the new Keenan pushed more and more of his former identity as a straight black woman out. 

I tried to put some underwear on when I got grabbed from behind.

“You don’t need those babe”. 

“Looks who finally got up, ready for round 2”, I said with a grin on my face. 

‘‘You already know the answer don’t ya.’‘ 

‘‘Yeah, I do’‘, I pulled him up and carried him with my strong arms to the bed. Our sweaty muscle bodies lay on top of each other as we began making out (again).

 ‘‘Oh yeah, that’s the spirit, Keenan!’‘ 

He said as he begins to moan as I slowly put my mighty cock inside him. 

‘‘Yeah, the spirit indeed’‘, I said hahaha, ‘‘the spirit indeed!’‘

THE END

Episode: All Mine!

Episode: All Mine!‘’Are my boobs too small?’’Imani said to her reflection while feeling her breasts.‘’It has to be, why else would Keenan ha

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Episode: The Conversion

´´Good afternoon Damon. How are you doing today? I see you are feeling more at home in the House of the Lord.´´

´´Yes Sir. I do feel more at home every day that passes. Thank you for asking.´´

“That’s good to hear, my son. I spoke with your therapist. She mentioned you’re still struggling with certain… homosexual tendencies. Is that true?”

´´Isn't therapy meant to be confidential Sir?´´

´´Nothing can be hidden for God's almighty sight my boy he sees all and he knows all. I'm confident that when you fully embrace Him in all his light you will find your way back to the right path. Until then you will remain here with all the other lost boys. But tomorrow is family day maybe your father will come by to see your progress, Damon.´´

´´Maybe he will Sir maybe he will. But if you excuse me I want to practice my prayers before the classes start again Sir.´´

“But of course, my son. Don’t let me hold you back. It’s good to see you take this seriously, the others could learn something from your dedication. I’ll leave you now, in peace.”

Finally. I thought he’d never leave me alone. I can’t stand it here anymore. I’ve spent months in this hellish gay conversion therapy camp—ever since my mom died and my father found out I was gay. He didn’t take it well. Said it was “wrong,” “unnatural”… even called it “despicable.” An “abomination.”

What a hypocrite. Barely a month after Mom passed, he had a new girlfriend—and was already screwing her multiple times a day. But that’s okay, right? Because he’s a big, manly straight guy. That’s what’s expected. That’s “normal.” How isn’t that despicable? Meanwhile, I’m his son, the total opposite: Gay, effeminate, a total twink. And apparently, that means I need to be “fixed.”

So he sent me here. The ''Christian Home For Lost Boys: a place where lost boys find there way back to the good old straight path. Here at the Christian Home for Lost Boys, we practice ''reparative therapy'' (a.k.a. conversion torture) and ''physical exercise'' (a.k.a. unpaid labor) to make the “boys of God” happy again (meaning being depressed as fuck).''

The whole goal of this camp is practically brainwashing people into behaving how to act: a man should act masculine and do manly stuff like fixing cars and a woman should act feminine and do girly things like cleaning. And the only acceptable relationship is between one man and one woman. When you successfully converted back to ''straightness'' you are allowed to leave. If not? You stay, unless your parents stop paying than you have to go. I guess selling ''salvation'' isn’t cheap.

As you can see I'm still here because well I'm too gay, I'm too Fem and I L-O-V-E it too much. But I found another way to escape this hellhole.

My dad only visited me once. Before that, I had begged him to bring a ring—something my mother left me after she died. She once told me it held a some kind of magic. To my surprise, he actually brought it. He handed it over, then shot me a look full of disgust and said he didn’t want me back home unless I was a “real man”meaning straight, in his eyes.

''Well… now it’s time to give my father a taste of his own medicine.''

I closed my eyes and pictured the burly image of my father in my head.

My consciousness sank deeper and deeper… until there was nothing left but darkness.

“Wake up, you sexy beast. It’s rude to keep a passionate woman waiting.”

A woman? Whose voice is that? My eyelids feel heavy—I can barely open them.

“Come on, Mike. Don’t drift off on me again.”

''Wait… what?'' Mike? That’s my dad’s name!

I opened my eyes fully and saw a beautiful woman lying next to me... naked! I was in total shock.She had smooth light brown skin, full lips, generous curves—round hips, full breasts, and a stunning ass barely hidden beneath the sheets. “Well, good evening, stud,” she murmured, leaning in and pressing her soft lips against mine in a long, passionate kiss. That’s when I recognized her—she was my dad’s girlfriend. Holy shit, I had just kissed my father’s naked girlfriend!

I tried to push her off me only to be even more shocked as I looked at my hand, it was huge! I pulled my meaty hands to my face feeling the rough beard on my face.

''Damn this feels gooooood!'' I moaned.

I threw the sheets aside and stumbled to the mirror. Staring back at me was my father. “Well, look at that! Looking like a total beast! Oh yeah!”

I flexed and smirked. These biceps? Straight-up weapons. Guess being Dad has its perks.

“Mike? You okay? You’re acting kinda weird…”

I turned back. My dad’s girlfriend was still sprawled in bed—and in my moment of shock and excitement, I had totally forgotten she was even there.

“Uh, yeah… of course, babe. I’ve never felt better.”

To my surprise, my chest twitched slightly—my pecs bounced. Wait, did I just do that? I can make my pecs bounce? I actually have pecs?

Okay, Damon. Breathe. Calm down. You’re not you right now. You’re Mike. You’re Dad.

Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed: Christian Home.

“Sorry, babe,” I said, picking it up. “Gotta take this. I’ll be right back.”

She gave me a playful wink. “Don’t take too long, hotshot.”

I headed to the living room, each step a reminder of just how different this body was.

“Damn,” I muttered under my breath, adjusting awkwardly. “How does Dad even walk around like this?” Everything felt heavier, bulkier

My heavy balls and large cock kept bouncing against my thick thighs.

''Jesus, how does dad walk with this?''

“Hello… this is Mike Johnson,” I said, surprised by the deep baritone rolling out of my mouth.

“Hello, Mr. Johnson. This is Counselor David from the Christian Home for Lost Boys. As you may know, today is our Family Day but due to your son’s recent behavior, we’ve decided to cancel his visitation. We hope you understand this wasn’t an easy decision for us.”

“What exactly is wrong with… ‘my son’s’ behavior, if I may ask?”

Well, Mr. Johnson, to be honest, I spoke with Damon yesterday, and he actually seemed to be making real progress. But this morning, everything changed—he began screaming and fighting with the counselors, claiming he is you, sir—Mike Johnson—and not Damon Johnson. He insists he somehow woke up in ''Damon’s'' body. He’s been speaking in the third person. We fear his… homosexual tendencies have taken a darker psychological turn than we anticipated.”

“Let me go! I paid you fu— I’m Mike Joh—” (cut off)

“Was that Damon I just heard, Counselor David? May I speak with him?” “Of course, Mr. Johnson. We’ll give you a moment alone with your son.”

“…Damon, it’s your father on the line.”

Now let's put that asshole on speaker.

“So… how’s camp treating you, ‘son’?” I said with a laugh.

“Damon? What the hell have you done? Why do you have my voice... why am I you? Does this mean… you’re in my body?!”

“Yup. I’m walking around in your fully beefed-up, naked glory—and I’ve gotta say, I'm enjoying my stay so far.''

“I swear, Damon, if you don’t switch us back right now, I will...”

“You’ll what? Throw me into a conversion camp? Oh wait… you already did!”

“Please, Damon. Get me out of here!”

''No chance dad it's time to put you in your place...my place.''

“Babe, are you done with your call yet? I’m bored!”

“…Just a sec, babe! I’m almost done!”

''Damon, was that Talia?!''

"Yeah, that was her. She’s kind of a horny little slut, if you ask me—but then again, so were you, and now so am I. Damn, your cock gets hard so fast, huh? Just thinking about sex and it’s rock solid! …I’m stroking it now—gentle, or do you want it rough, Dad? Oh yeah, this feels so goooood!"

"Damon! I swear, if you put my cock anywhere it doesn’t belong, I will kill you!"

"That would mean killing yourself, dumbass. I gotta be honest I never really thought about having sex with a woman before. But in the last ten minutes? I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s crazy how being in your body changes everything. It looks like I’m finally the thing you always wanted me to be, a real straight man, just like you. ”

''But if you're straight in my body than that must mean...''

"That you’re 100% gay in my body, Dad. Hope you enjoy your days as a skinny, feminine fag just like I’m enjoying my life as a manly, beefy, horny straight man. But like Counselor David always says, ‘there’s nothing reparative therapy and hard work can’t fix.’ So enjoy your time in that hellhole—maybe I’ll see you at the next family day, ‘son,’ if you behave."

''You won't get away with this Damon!''

''I think I already have, ''Damon''.

(End of the phone call)

I walked back to the bedroom. "Finally, you’re back. Come here, beast," my girlfriend said.

"Ready for another round, babe…"

THE END

Episode: The Conversion

Episode: The Conversion''Good afternoon Damon. How are you doing today? I see you are feeling more at home in the House of the Lord.''''Yes

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Vacation Swap by @menofcolorswitchbodiesagain

Waking up in those bodies felt like a trip down the hairy rabbit hole. They were huge, hairy, and definitely not what they were used to. It was like being in someone else's skin, quite literally.

The two twinks found themselves stuck in the bodies of 40-year-old bears after a wild decision to try out a shady body swap service. They thought it would be a thrill, a temporary escape from their usual selves. But now, as they looked at their massive arms and burly frames, they couldn't help but wonder if they had made a huge mistake.

"Whoa," one of them said, his words punctuated by the richness of his low bear voice. "Listen to us! We sound like we belong in a lumberjack commercial or something."

Running their hands over the thick fur that coated their chests and arms, they exchanged bewildered glances. They were used to smooth skin, not this dense forest of hair. It was like they had become walking, talking teddy bears overnight.

One of them ran a hand through the thick chest hair, marveling at its density.

"Dude, check this out," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "I've never seen so much hair in my life. I feel like Bigfoot."

His friend chuckled. "Tell me about it. I could probably hide a sandwich in here and forget about it."

They weren't sure what happened to their original bodies. Did those guys decide to keep them, or were they freaking out somewhere, stuck in the twinks' bodies? The thought was enough to give them a shiver.

His friend grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, we could give those guys a run for their money. I've never felt so manly in my life."

Vacation Swap by @mentobein2

Life as 40-year-old bears was going to be one wild ride, that was for sure. They were out of their depth, swimming in uncharted waters. But hey, at least they were in it together. And who knew? Maybe they'd grow to love their new identities, hairy chests and all. Only time would tell.

There is an appeal in jumping into a new body on a vacation. It’s truly liberating to see a life through the eyes of another. My husband and I decided to schedule a body swap through a secretive vacation agency. We only got the appointment with a referral from a wealthy friend. Apparently these kinds of body swaps are highly illegal, but quite sought after in the right community.

My husband and I just showed up for our appointment where we woke up in these two twinks. I’ve never been so thin and white. it’s gonna be fun being in these bodies for a little bit.

Maybe we won’t show up for the swap back. Maybe this is us now. Maybe these two guys now have to live life as 40-year-old bears. I think so.

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Episode:  -Shanghai Swap Meat - Part 1

‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked.‘’No, I haven’t done that … yet.’‘‘’Then what’s bothering

Part I of Shanghai Swap Meat is recoverd but Part II is still lost. I find it (the full story) please let me know.

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EPISODE: The Elevator Switch

"You lookin’ at me?" The voice that slips from Mahmoud's lips is smooth, dripping with charm, yet it isn’t his. "There ain't nobody else her