MCTSB

Body Swap/Possession/Mind Control & Whatever Else

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The lake house weekend was supposed to be relaxing, but Jake had always been the one who got everything. Older, taller, broader, the kind of guy who turned heads without trying. Right now he was sprawled lazily on the boat, shirtless under the bright sun, blue checkered swim trunks riding low on his hips. His muscular chest rose and fell slowly, abs glistening with sweat, thick arms folded behind his head.

His younger brother, Ethan, had been watching him for years with quiet jealousy. This time, Ethan had come prepared. An old family ring he’d found in the attic, one that allowed a single body swap. While Jake napped deeply on the boat, Ethan slipped the ring on and focused.

The swap was instant.

Jake’s eyes fluttered open, but it was no longer Jake looking out of them. Ethan was now in control of his older brother’s powerful body.

The sensation hit him like a drug. Jake’s body was heavy, warm, and incredibly strong. Ethan sat up slowly, feeling the power in the broad shoulders and thick arms. He ran Jake’s large hands down the muscular chest, squeezing the firm pecs, tracing the deep grooves of his abs, then sliding lower to grope the thick bulge growing in the swim trunks.

“Fuck…” Ethan groaned in Jake’s deep, smooth voice. It sounded filthy coming from his brother’s mouth.

He stood up on Jake’s strong legs and walked to the edge of the boat, staring at the reflection in the water. Broad shoulders, hairy chest, perfect summer tan. Ethan flexed one arm, watching the bicep peak, then bounced the heavy pecs just because he could.

His new cock was rock hard.

Ethan shoved the blue trunks down, letting Jake’s thick cock spring free. He wrapped the strong hand around it and began stroking, slow at first, then faster, while the other hand explored, squeezing the heavy balls, reaching back to tease the tight ass. The sun on Jake’s skin, the gentle rock of the boat, the sheer size and power of the body, it was overwhelming. Ethan came hard within minutes, thick ropes of cum shooting across the boat deck as he moaned loudly in Jake’s voice, hips thrusting into his own fist.

Panting and covered in sweat, Ethan smeared the load across Jake’s abs with a satisfied grin. He pulled the trunks back up, lay down in the exact same relaxed position Jake had been in, and folded the thick arms behind his head.

This body felt far too good to ever give back.

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What’s happening to the Henderson’s?

My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

“Sir Earth experiment 8076-A43 seems to finally be a success. All test subjects have succumbed to the newest reality altering invention although the personality modifier could still use some work; they're still switching between their original and new personalities randomly.” “ Excellent, expand this test to the entire neighborhood and give me an update on the other experiments soon, we need to know if there are any issues with our other test subjects.” “Yes sir right away” said the alien scientist pushing a button and causing another reality changing ripple to sweep across the planet.

[swapsrus]

Beefcake on the Beach

“Well thanks for the body, stud,” my own voice said, loud and cocky.

The thief stood tall in my skin, pulling my shirt off and rolling my broad shoulders back with a satisfied groan. He stretched luxuriously, arms raised high, then let his strong hands slide down my former chest, squeezing the thick, hairy pecs I’d spent years building. His fingers traced over my abs, clearly loving every ridge and cut.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, using my smooth, deep voice. “This feels even better than I imagined.”

Then he winked at me.

At me, a now pathetic, wheezing old man collapsed in the sand. I tried to stand, but this disgusting body fought me the entire way. My knees cracked. My massive gut spilled heavily over the waistband of stained swim trunks. Thick, liver-spotted hands sank into the sand as I struggled to push myself up. Every breath felt like fire in my weak lungs.

He laughed, using my laugh, and turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. With a filthy grin, he reached back and playfully jiggled my muscular ass through the shorts I’d been wearing. The firm cheeks bounced perfectly under his touch.

“Look at this thing,” he taunted, giving it another firm slap. “So tight and perky. Never had an ass this good before.”

Then his hand slid around to the front. He grabbed the growing bulge through my shorts, giving it a slow, shameless squeeze. His fingers wrapped around the thick outline of my stolen cock, stroking it once through the fabric as it hardened even more.

“Mmm… and this fat dick,” he groaned loudly, still palming it. “Heavy. Thick. Already leaking for me. I’m definitely putting this to good use.”

People nearby were openly staring now. A couple of guys smirked. Someone whistled. He ate up the attention, still groping my bulge while flexing my free arm.

“I’m gonna take real good care of this beefcake,” he announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll make sure this body gets used way better than you ever did.

He gave my ass one final, mocking slap, then strutted off down the beach like he owned the world. My broad back flexed with every confident step. My ass and bulge looked incredible in my shorts. Heads turned as he passed.

I collapsed back onto the sand, a fat, disgusting, broken mess. Tears burned in my sunken eyes as I watched my perfect body disappear into the distance.

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The Incident: I don't need you anymore

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. WHERE ARE YOU? THE BAG'S GONE.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Click!

The line died.

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

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

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[swapsrus]

My Body, His Mistake

Will and James had been best friends since high school. They were both good-looking, but James had always been the more rugged, adventurous one. So when James suggested they swap bodies for the big lake house party that night “just for fun,” Will, curious and a little tipsy already, agreed. They used the strange antique ring James had found. One flash later, Will was staring out of James’s taller, broader body, while James grinned with Will’s leaner, prettier face.

“Fuck, dude. You feel good,” James said in Will’s voice, running his new hands over his chest. “Let’s go fuck shit up.”

The party was wild. They agreed to swap back at midnight.

But James got drunk. Really drunk.

Will spent the first few hours enjoying himself, getting attention from girls and guys alike. But as the night went on, James stopped replying to his texts. Will started to panic. He spent the rest of the night tracking down his own body. He finally found it at 3 a.m., sitting on the back porch, looking dazed.

Will’s slim, athletic, curly-haired body looked completely out of place. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on the lean muscle, but his posture was slouched, one hand resting on his flat stomach like he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. His eyes were glassy and confused as he stared down at the tight abs and smooth chest that definitely didn’t belong to him.

Will, still in James’s bod, froze. “James… what’s goin on? It’s been hours and I hadn’t heard from you! We were supposed to swap back at midnight! Where have you been?”

Will’s handsome face looked up at him and slurred, “Kid… what the fuck is this? I was just at the bar down the street drinkin with the boys… now I’m… Jesus, this body is so young… so…tight.” Will’s body ran its hands slowly over the lean chest, squeezing the pecs, then down the abs, clearly mesmerized. His new cock was half-hard in Will’s shorts, twitching visibly.

Will’s stomach dropped.

“I got no clue who James is,” he continued with a filthy chuckle. The old man in Will’s body just laughed drunkenly, still groping himself. “Some blonde kid ran up to me at the bar talkin about “swappin”… said it was a game. Then he actually swapped again and left me like this. Ran off with my 57 year old construction worker bod and left me… well… left me in this!” He chuckled again.

He flexed one of Will’s arms experimentally, then bounced the pecs, letting out a low, filthy groan at how responsive the athletic frame was.

Will stood there in horror as the old stranger continued exploring his stolen body, touching, squeezing, and shamelessly adjusting the growing bulge in his shorts right there on the porch. His perfect, lean, hard-earned body was now occupied by some random old fat man.

Will stepped closer, a desperation to his tone that sounds weird coming from James’s usually cocky voice. “Well you see uh… that’s actually my body… James here-” He motions to his current body, “He’s my best mate and we thought it’d be fun to swap bodies for the night and now well.. we’re here!”

The old man, now in Will’s drunken form, stared blankly at Will, almost as if he wasn’t listening.

“So uh… can we swap? I want my body back…”

The old man stood up, his sweaty torso glistening in the moonlight, “Hell no, kid. This body is fucking incredible.”

He stood up, still shirtless, and ran his hands down Will’s torso again, squeezing the pecs, tracing every ridge of the abs, then sliding lower to grope the front of the shorts where a clear bulge was forming.

“I was a fat old bastard drinking at the bar… and now I’m this? Tight, young, and hung? Nah. I’m keeping it.”

Will’s heart sank. “We can swap back. The ring-”

“The blond kid who put me in here took the ring with him when he swapped with me,” the old man interrupted, still shamelessly touching and exploring Will’s body. He flexed one arm, then bounced the pecs, letting out a low moan at how good it felt. “Even if we had it, I wouldn’t use it. This is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”

There was no way back. Will was permanently stuck in his best friend’s body.

And the random old stranger was keeping his.

The old man smirked with Will’s charming smile, adjusted the growing bulge in the shorts, and patted his new flat stomach.

“Better get used to it, kid. I plan on putting this tight little body to very good use.”

With that, he walked back into the party with a swagger that looked unfamiliar on Will’s usually more timid body.

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A few days later, Will’s phone buzzed while he was still trying to adjust to life in James’s bigger body.

It was a text from his old phone number.

Attached were several new photos: his own lean, curly-haired body on the tennis court at dusk, shirtless, sweaty, and smiling. In one shot he was flexing with the racket in hand. The other, a cute little pose, clearly trying to look good for whoever was behind the camera.. Will didn’t want to know who it was.

The message read:

“Bro you would not believe how much fun I’m having in this body 😂 I figure you used to be gay but man, these tennis girls keep checking me out. Thanks for the upgrade man, I’m keeping this one.”

Will stared at the photos of his former self, now permanently occupied by that random old man who clearly had no intention of giving it back, and felt a deep, sinking humiliation settle in his chest.

His perfect body was gone forever.

And somewhere out there, the real James was still happily jumping from body to body, completely unaware of the mess he’d left behind.

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The Pervert in MY Body pt. 3

Part 2 can be found here!

I couldn’t take it anymore.

For weeks the old freak had turned my life into his personal porn empire. He branded my body as “TomTheFlexKing” and flooded OnlyFans and Twitter with endless content.

Daily gym mirror selfies, my thick pecs and abs glistening with sweat as he pulled up tank tops and flexed for the camera. Post-shower towel shots where the towel hung obscenely low on my hips. Full-length videos of him stroking my stolen cock, moaning in my voice while flexing. Collab teasers where he’d get fucked on camera, my muscular legs spread wide, my handsome face twisted in pleasure as he begged for more.

The subscribers poured in. The money rolled in. Comments called my body perfect, addictive, built for sex. He replied to fans from my account, teasing future videos and “boyfriend content.”

Every notification was a knife in my gut as I rotted away in that disgusting old man body.

That’s when I decided something had to be done.

I confronted him one final time after a late night gym session, voice shaking, begging for my life back.

The old freak just smirked with my stolen face,

“Alright, Tommy. One final swap. Let’s settle this.”

The world flashed white.

When I regained consciousness, everything felt wrong.

There was no aching back. No frail, trembling limbs. No constant smell of decay. Instead, I felt smooth skin, lean muscle, and a strange, warm energy pulsing through me.

I was lying on soft sheets in an unfamiliar bedroom. Slowly, I sat up. My hands looked different, younger, tattooed with delicate ink running down the left arm. My chest felt lighter but defined. My legs were strong but not as thick as mine used to be.

Heart hammering, I stood up on shaky new legs and walked toward the large ornate mirror on the other side of the room. I stopped in front of the mirror and stared.

My reflection showed a handsome young man with dark curly hair, sharp jawline, and lean, athletic muscle covered in tasteful tattoos. I lifted a hand and hesitantly placed it on my new stomach, feeling the firm ridges of my abs. My fingers traced upward over my chest, then down my arms, exploring the unfamiliar form.

“Holy shit” an unfamiliar voice escaped my lips.

I know this body… it’s Adam… the man that pervert has been seeing since he stole my life!

The old man, still wearing my original muscular body, sat on the edge of the bed behind me, shirtless and relaxed, watching with a satisfied smirk on my face.

I turned slightly, taking in the side profile, the taper of my waist, the curve of my shoulders, the way my hair fell across my forehead. This body was younger, smoother, and responded eagerly to every touch. My new cock twitched in my shorts, I couldn’t help but look.

“…This is Adam,” I whispered in his smooth, slightly raspy voice. “The guy you were dating.”

The old man in my real body chuckled from the bed, leaning back on his elbows, my thick pecs and abs on full display.

“Smart boy. The real Adam sadly couldn’t handle another swap. That pathetic old body finally gave out the moment I pulled him into it. He’s gone. You’re Adam now. Permanently.”

I should have felt horror. Rage. Grief for the man whose life I’d just inherited.

Instead, a dark, addictive warmth spread through my chest. The old man’s magic was already working on me, softening my resistance, making this new vessel feel… right.

I ran both hands over my new torso again, slower this time, squeezing my pecs, tracing the lines of my abs. I turned to look at the old man, at my old powerful body, sitting on the bed watching me with hungry eyes.

He stood up and walked over, wrapping my former thick arms around me from behind. We both stared into the mirror together, my stolen muscular frame dominating this lean, tattooed one that was now mine.

“Looks good on you, babe,” he murmured, kissing the side of my neck. “Now be a good boyfriend and keep training that body. I want Adam looking even hotter when we film content together.”

I met his eyes in the reflection… and smiled.

This was my life now.

Adam’s life.

Epilogue

The first few days as Adam were a blur of disbelief and discovery.

I spent hours in front of mirrors, exploring my new body. Running my hands over the lean muscle, tracing every tattoo, flexing just to watch how Adam’s physique responded. The corruption worked fast, every pump in the gym made me hungrier for more.

I started training harder than Adam ever had. Mornings were dedicated to chest and arms, evenings to abs and back. I’d send old body progress pics from the locker room, my new abs glistening, tank top pulled up.

He loved it.

Our content together blew up. Gym mirror selfies where he’d flex my old thick arms while I stood behind him, hands on his waist. Couple shots of us training, sweating, smiling like the perfect pair. The comments called us “goals.” No one knew the truth.

Dates became routine.

We’d go out to restaurants, his arm around my shoulders, both of us laughing for the camera. At night he’d fuck me in my old body while I moaned in Adam’s voice, completely lost in the pleasure of being his boyfriend.

I stopped fighting weeks ago.

Now I wake up excited to hit the gym, to make this body even better for him. I catch myself staring at my reflection, flexing, touching, getting hard just from how good Adam looks, how good I look.

Tom is almost gone.

Adam, eager, trained, and happily owned, is thriving.

And I’ve never been happier.

[swapsrus]

The Pervert in MY Body pt.2

Part 1 can be found here!

Six days later, I was still trapped.

Six days of shuffling around in this weak, aching, foul-smelling old man body. Six days of people avoiding eye contact. Six days of searching desperately for my own body while my tiny useless cock stayed soft no matter how horny I got from the memories.

Tonight I finally found it.

I was lurking in the shadows near the back patio of a waterfront restaurant when I saw him. Me. Sitting on a cushioned wicker couch under the string lights, wearing a crisp white button-up shirt with a pearl necklace, looking stupidly hot. My curly hair was perfect. My face was turned toward this sharp, dark-haired guy in a full black suit, smiling that flirty, easy smile I used to use on girls.

They were on a date.

The suited guy leaned in and kissed me. My stolen body kissed him back hungrily, tongues sliding, my hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck and pull him deeper. A soft, needy moan escaped my real mouth as the guy’s hand rested high on my thigh, squeezing.

I gripped the lattice fence with brittle old fingers, tears burning in my sunken eyes. The freak inside my skin smirked as he spotted me, whispered something filthy to his date, and led the guy away by the hand.

For the next few weeks, the old freak didn’t just live my life, he turned it into a full-time performance.

He rebranded my Instagram, Twitter, and started an OnlyFans all within days. My face, my body, my name… now plastered across the internet as fresh meat. “TomTheFlexKing” or some shit like that.

Every day the notifications destroyed me.

Selfies and videos flooded in: me in the gym, shirtless, pulling up my tank to show off my ripped abs while flexing my thick biceps for the camera. Mirror pics right after showers, water still dripping down my chest, pearl necklace on, cock half-hard in tight shorts.

Then the real content started. Teasing clips of my stolen hands slowly stroking my thick cock. Flexing my arms while moaning in my voice about how good it feels to show off this body. Full-length videos of him getting fucked, my muscular legs spread wide, my handsome face twisted in pleasure as he begged for more on camera.

He gained thousands of followers overnight. Guys flooding the comments calling my body perfect, hot, fuckable. He replied to some of them from my account, teasing future collabs.

I was forced to watch it all from this rotting old man body, shuffling past gym windows just to catch glimpses of him posing inside, or hiding in alleyways refreshing his Twitter feed like a pathetic addict. Every new post hit like a punch: my abs glistening, my ass flexed in the mirror, my cock throbbing on camera while he moaned filth in my voice.

I had to put a stop to this…

[swapsrus]

The Pervert in MY Body pt.1

A sequel to The Pervert Next Door

I’d been paranoid for weeks, scanning every face at the gym, triple-checking the locks on my door, barely sleeping. But after a savage chest and arms session tonight, I was exhausted. I let my guard down for five fucking minutes. I was taking physique photos in the gym, proud of my current physique.

The old man was waiting by my locker.

Greasy gray hair, sunken yellow eyes, wrinkled skin hanging off his bones, smelling like stale piss and decay. He grinned at me with rotting teeth.

“Cooper said you’d be even better than him,” he rasped.

I tried to run, but he moved faster than he had any right to. He lifted his hands as if to stop me, spouting some incoherent phrases as I was stopped dead in my tracks by an invisible force.

The world flipped violently.

One second I was tall, strong, pumped full of blood and power. The next, I was small. Frail. My back screamed in pain. My hands were liver-spotted and shaking. I looked down at a sunken chest covered in patchy gray hair and a tiny, shriveled cock tucked into stained sweatpants.

I was in his body.

“No… NO!” I screamed, but it came out as a weak, pathetic old man’s croak.

Across the locker room, my real body straightened up slowly. My handsome face stretched into a filthy, leering grin that didn’t belong there. Strong hands ran down my own chest, squeezing my thick pecs through my singlet, sliding over my abs, then running his hands over his stolen growing erection.

“Fuuuuck yes,” the old man groaned in my deep, smooth voice.

“This body is perfect, Tom. So young. So fucking strong.”

I was trapped in his disgusting shell, forced to watch as he explored every inch of what used to be mine. He flexed my arms in the mirror, bounced my pecs, turned around to admire my ass, spreading the cheeks with my own hands while still jerking my cock.

“Please… that’s my body,” I begged with his raspy voice, tears running down wrinkled cheeks.

“Not anymore, Tommy boy.” He laughed, deep and cruel, using my voice. “Cooper’s been loving his new life. Getting railed every night. Begging for more. You’re gonna be just like him.”

“Welcome to your new life, kid.”

He shot was last quick flex of my arms as he turned, grabbed my gym gear and walked out of the gym, leaving me standing alone in his disgusting form.

Within the first twelve hours, the notifications started flooding in.

My phone buzzed nonstop. Selfies from my body flooded the screen: my shirtless reflection in a fancy hotel mirror, abs glistening, thick cock half-hard in my favorite shorts. Another one of me flexing in the bathroom, my own handsome face smirking arrogantly. Then a video, my stolen hand slowly stroking my cock while moaning in my voice, “Fuck Tommy, this dick feels so much better when I’m the one using it.”

The final text came with a picture of me lounging on a couch, teasing my bulge, captioned:

“Already going out tonight, slut. Cooper can’t wait to meet the new you 😈”

I stared at the messages from my own number, trapped in the old man’s disgusting body, my tiny useless cock twitching helplessly as humiliation burned through me.

[mjc88blr]

Shit, it’s been two weeks since we wound up here. I don't know how much longer we can pull this off. Me and my boyfriend had booked a vacation to Fiji but of course we couldn’t afford it if we went the normal route, so we booked a swap vacation instead. That’s where it went wrong. It was supposed to be two of the hotel employees but some wires got crossed and we got put into the bodies of two straight dudes on a neighboring island. That would have been great they’re both hot and two gay guys could really put their bodies to good use. Me in the body of this blonde model and him in the body of a dark haired british guy. Unfortunately they’re filming some kind of reality show trying to find love. It’s terrible! We're on camera all day and these two have already been paired up with women. They want to make out with us all the time, and talk about what we’re gonna do once the show is over and constantly trying to get us to have sex with them. Everyday is a struggle to maintain the act and hopefully that vacation company will get everything fixed soon.

I think we’re doing a pretty good job imitating these two bros so far no way anyone has noticed right? Right??

Damn it, here comes my body's girlfriend. I guess our relaxing day at the beach is over.

[mjc88blr]

That used to be me pinned to the ground by officer Ben Collins, six foot four and 230 lbs of pure muscle who had pressed on my windpipe so hard when he tackled me to the ground I was almost killed. I hadn’t even been doing anything wrong but when you’ve been living on the streets for a couple years everyone thinks you’re guilty of something. Luckily for me my mother had made me wear a necklace since I was ten she said would protect me if I was ever in mortal danger. One minute I was seeing stars, the next I was looking down at my passed out and hand cuffed body below me. My old body was hauled away by another unit that had shown up and I sat in Collins' cruiser staring in disbelief at my new face in the mirror. He was huge,arms and legs the size of tree trunks, rippling abs and massive pecs I’d easily doubled in size in seconds. Was I dreaming, had I died on the street and this was what heaven was being in the body of a beautiful man? I didn’t know if this was real but I’d better enjoy it while I can. I unbuckled my belt and and caressed the bulge in my pants and unzipped my pants unleashing an eight inch monster that smacked the steering wheel and proceeded to get fully undressed right there the tinted windows hopefully providing cover. The power I felt was enough to drive me crazy it only took a few minutes of working my large hands up and down his already glistening meat while hearing the sound and feeling the weight of his hefty balls slapping against my skin around me before I was making a mess all over the car. I was left smiling and chest heaving basking in the smell of sweat and sex that radiated from my new body as the police dispatch tried to reach me over the radio.

That was a few weeks ago and it wasn’t a dream my new body was mine to keep and I still had all of the knowledge of how to do his job. I decided to pay it forward. I let people who seemed like they needed a break like the old me off with a warning, meanwhile rich entitled assholes found themselves getting a ticket for going one mile over the speed limit. My favorite way of helping the community was patrolling around my old favorite hookup spots and stopping the same kind of twinks that always drove me crazy. I loved how they would stare not at my face, no but at my uniform the first three buttons always undone my pecs and chest hair always popping out strategically. Then they would make their way down to my crotch. I always made sure to wear my tightest pair of pants those days almost busting a seam when my dick would pulse with excitement and while their eyes were undressing me I would slip them my card and say in my deep gravely voice, “hope I can see you tonight handsome”. On the card was my new address, a beautiful house in the suburbs that I’m sure Ben was planning to fill with a wife and a couple of brats, followed by the words, “ To Protect and Serve YOU, come by and I’ll show you a good time”.

Like moths to a flame they would come over and knock at the door where I would greet them generally in my uniform shirt fully unbuttoned and a jockstrap so they could see all of me. Then whatever they wanted I did without question,it felt good to no longer be in charge after having to be the big macho police officer all day. I loved moaning in delight as I sucked the dick of guy I could probably snap in half if I wanted too until my mustache was tickling their balls. I would beg them to slam me up against a wall or bend me over the counter while calling me a pig or slapping me across the face all while I repeatedly moaned, “Yes Sir” in delight. The power shift made my knees go weak and my dick spurt into my underwear. Then I would turn around and present my tight hole to them, exploring it with my huge fingers gasping with anticipation for them to enter my tight pink hole. If they wanted me to fuck them that was fine too my dick was at their command if they wanted it harder they got it, if they wanted to get slapped in the face with my veiny monster I obliged. My only rule was they were in charge and I couldn’t even cum without their permission, I was in heaven all night. This was my own form of community service a way to truly make the world a better place, I hope my new neighbors don’t mind guys coming and going at all hours of the night. Then in the morning it was back to patrolling the streets. It was the perfect life. Someday I’ll visit Officer Collin’s in prison. He really got the book thrown at him for attacking an officer and the crazy babbling about us having switched bodies wasn’t helping.

[swapsrus]

The Pervert Next Door Pt.2

Four months have passed since Mr. Reynolds stole Cooper’s body, and the old man has shown no signs of ever returning it.

He has fully taken over my best friend’s life. Cooper’s once-straight, athletic routine has been replaced by something much more open and sexual. Reynolds now walks around the neighbourhood and gym shirtless or in tight tanks whenever he can, proudly displaying Cooper’s hairy chest and muscular build. He carries himself with a constant, shameless confidence that Cooper never had.

He’s also started dating someone.

The guy is Tyler, one of Cooper’s old straight friends from the group. A cocky, tattooed tradie who used to come over for backyard cricket and beers. At some point, one of Reynolds’ perverted old mates performed the same ritual on Tyler and took his body too. Now the two stolen bodies are together, living as an openly gay couple.

From what I’ve seen, they’re inseparable. They go out together, act very affectionate in public, and seem completely comfortable in their new dynamic. Reynolds and the man now wearing Tyler’s body spend most of their time using their stolen bodies for pleasure, something that’s become obvious from the way they behave and the occasional photos Reynolds sends.

The real Cooper and the real Tyler are both still trapped inside their own bodies, forced to watch as two dirty old men use their young, muscular forms to live out every fantasy they want.

He continues to parade Cooper’s body around without shame, showing off the hairy chest, the abs, the arms, while enjoying his new boyfriend in Tyler’s stolen skin. Every new photo or update is another reminder that my best friend’s life and body now belong completely to our creepy old neighbour.

And from the way things look, Mr. Reynolds has never been happier.

Epilogue

Yesterday, Reynolds sent me one final photo, cooper standing shirtless in the bathroom, towel hanging low, hairy chest pushed out as he smirked at the camera.

The message read:

“Still the best decision I ever made. This body never gets old. By the way… I’ve been watching you lately. You’ve got a nice build too. Might be time for my mate to try on a new suit. Keep your phone close 😉”

He ended it with a voice note in Cooper’s voice, low and mocking:

“See you soon, mate.”

I stared at the message, stomach sinking.

It looks like I’m next…

[swapsrus]

Ethan had come home exhausted after a long day in the office and passed out shirtless on his bed, wearing only grey sweatpants and white socks.

That was when I arrived.

To put simply, I am organism from deep space, formless, intelligent, and starving for a host. I slipped through the cracked window as a shimmering, translucent slime. I moved silently across the floor and up onto the bed, slowly crawling over Ethan’s sleeping form.

He stirred slightly as I began to envelop him.

At first it felt like a warm, wet dream. Then the invasion began.

I seeped into his pores, down his throat, into his ears, and through every opening. Ethan jolted awake, eyes wide with terror as he felt me spreading inside him.

“Wha-what the fuck is-?!”

His voice cut off as I flooded his nervous system. His body arched violently on the bed, muscles spasming as I dissolved and consumed him from the inside out, not destroying the body, but hollowing it perfectly, turning every inch of his skin, muscle, and bone into a living, removable skin suit.

The process took hours. I made sure he stayed conscious for most of it.

He felt everything.

Every nerve being rewired. Every muscle being claimed. His cock stayed painfully hard the entire time as I stimulated his pleasure centers while consuming him. By the end, Ethan’s consciousness was compressed into a thin, faint lining inside the suit, still able to see, feel, and experience everything, but completely powerless; allowing me access to any and all memories.

I flexed my new fingers. I ran my hands slowly over the firm chest and abs I now owned. I looked at the mirror and smiled with Ethan’s handsome face.

“Perfect,” I whispered in his smooth voice.

[swapsrus]

The Pervert Next Door pt. 1

Mr. Reynolds, my neighbour, is a creepy perverted 58-year-old divorced man who spends his day oggling my friends and I. He’s spent years peering through his windows whilst my mates and I swim in the pool, or play a quick game of backyard cricket. He rarely ever interacts with us, and I always tried to keep it that way, but recently something changed…

While my mate Cooper was over at my place last weekend, Reynolds used some fucked up ritual he’d been preparing for months. The second Cooper stepped outside to take a phone call, it happened. His soul was ripped out and stuffed into Reynolds’ old, disgusting body… while Reynolds took full control of Cooper’s hot, athletic one.

And now he’s turned him into a total slut.

At the lake yesterday, Reynolds, in Cooper’s body, showed up in those tiny, colourful swim briefs that left nothing to the imagination. He stood there in front of everyone, chest hair glistening, abs on full display, casually pulling the waistband down even lower while grinning like an idiot.

He kept adjusting the briefs, running his hands over Cooper’s toned stomach and thick thighs, openly showing off the bulge. Every time someone looked, he’d flash a cocky smile and flex, loving the attention Cooper’s body was getting.

“Fuck yeah,” he muttered under his breath, voice sounding exactly like Cooper’s but dripping with Reynolds’ sleazy tone. “This body was made to be stared at.”

This morning he sent me this mirror selfie from Cooper’s bathroom.

He’s standing there shirtless again, phone in hand, wearing the same pair of ridiculously slutty patterned briefs. One hand is pulling the waistband down teasingly while he bites his lip at his own reflection. You can practically see how hard he is in them.

Reynolds has been parading around in Cooper’s body non-stop, taking shirtless selfies, posting thirst traps on Cooper’s Instagram, hitting the gym in the tightest clothes possible, and openly flirting with anyone who looks his way.

He even sent me a video last night of him jerking off in Cooper’s bed, moaning loudly in my best friend’s voice while he came all over those perfect abs.

I begged him to switch back. I told him Cooper was straight, that this was wrong.

Reynolds just laughed, sent me another selfie of him showing off Cooper’s body in the mirror, clearly having just left the shower, and typed back:

“Too late, mate. This tight, hairy, hung body feels way too good. I’m slutting it out every single day from now on. Cooper’s gone. I’m keeping him.”

He’s still out there right now, wearing my best mate’s body like his own personal fuck suit, living his filthiest fantasies without a single ounce of shame.

And he has absolutely no plans to ever give it back.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: World Cup

The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

[mr2swap]

#THEINCIDENT

The air in my old room smells of old farts and defeat. I settle into bed, and the old mattress creaks under a weight I've never borne before. I feel the friction of my new, voluminous belly against my thighs, the constant tension in a back that has lost all muscle definition, the perpetual chill on a scalp that is now just smooth, hairless skin. Every morning I wake up expecting it to be a nightmare, and every morning reality hits me in the form of this fifty-four-year-old, bald, overweight body.

Moving back to my parents' house was the most humiliating thing. This accountant's body, the Robert "Bob" Jenkins body, couldn't afford the rent on my loft. My protein and gym sponsorships... our sponsorships... evaporated as soon as people saw what I had become.

But the worst wasn't the material. It was Jenna's look, filled with confusion and then pure revulsion when I tried to explain that it was me, Kyle, trapped inside this... shell of grease and gray hair. "Kyle, this isn't healthy. You should get help," she said before blocking me everywhere. My friends, my gym brothers, just make excuses now. "Uh, dude, we're just really busy," they say on the phone, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as they speak in the deep, breathy voice of an older stranger. Even my own parents tiptoe around me. Mom avoids eye contact, and Dad only talks to me about the weather, unable to connect with the older man who claims to be the son he was so proud of.

With a frustrated growl coming hoarse from this alien throat, I grab my laptop. I need to wallow in my misery. I navigate to my old Instagram profile, @KyleTheTitan.

And there I am. Or rather, there he is. Bob, I guess his new young brain acted quickly and changed my social media passwords. It should have been easy; he had my phone number and my face.

The photo is a stab. My V-shaped torso, my rock-solid biceps, my chiseled abs, all dressed up like a suit by that grinning imposter. He's wearing only tight gym shorts and holding a tub of the protein I helped promote. The headline reads: "New horizons! Grateful for this second chance and for my partners at @FlexFuelNutrition who believe in me #SwapCorpSurvivor #StrongerThanEver."

I feel a fierce nausea burning in my stomach, a stomach that is now soft and round. That body was my temple, my identity. I shaped it with years of sacrifice, pain, and discipline. And now that financial softie, Bob Jenkins, is there, grinning like a fool, taking in all the glory, endorsements, and health insurance showering the "innocent victims of the Incident."

Rage courses through my veins, but it's followed by a much stranger and more treacherous feeling. As I stare at the screen, admiring every muscle cut I've carved, an intense and completely involuntary arousal begins to grow in my groin, swelling against the restrictive fabric of these hideous polyester pants my father lent me.

I look down, with horror and a hint of fascination. An erection, firm and insistent, deforms the fabric. It's this old, rejected body responding to the sight of my own former body, a body everyone desired and now no one denies Bob. The disconnect is so surreal it almost makes me dizzy. I hadn't touched myself in months, my enormous, hairy balls swollen from the withdrawal from accepting this perverse reaction. The confusion is total.

Suddenly, a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. An alert from a local news network.

"Protest outside SwapCorp offices: Victims call for halt to 'cure' research"

My heart pounding in a way this new body finds alarming, I click.

The video plays, showing a crowd in front of SwapCorp's glass building. And there, in the front row, with my powerful chest puffed out and my voice, now strangely modulated with the conviction of a middle-aged man, shouting into a megaphone, is Bob Jenkins.

"Our bodies are not experiments!" shouts the muscular figure that was once me. "This body is mine now! It's a gift. SwapCorp must stop its dangerous quest to reverse the process. We demand to be acknowledged and left alone! My name is Kyle, and this is my body!"

The crowd cheers. Camera flashes illuminate Bob's defined pecs as he struts in front of the camera with a charismatic smile, the gaze of a crowd of men and women never leaving him.

I sat frozen in my teenage bedroom, mesmerized by the live action. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants, and my hand was pumping up and down. The smell of my old cock filled my room, and sticky precum lubricated my fingers until my cock exploded, completely staining my laptop screen.

Completely in ecstasy, lying on my bed and completely exhausted, all I could hear was my old voice on the computer.

"Yeah, I think I'm putting this body to better use. I'm sure the real Kyle thinks so."

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Hey, hello again! I hope you haven't forgotten me. I just wrote my first story since my return and posted it on Ko-fi. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this old story from my archives. See you sooner than you think!

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Two months since I swapped my own middle aged body with this hunky Swedish tourist’s, I remember him saying how much he wants to experience America. Since then, I’ve turned him into a real red neck American, got some cowboy boots and some jeans for this new body of mine. Showing off my new sexy Scandinavian muscles for all the guys in my small Kansas town, a few of them have also had the honor of tasting my new Scandinavian meat and being bred by my big sticky loads. The cap is the only thing from the original owner of my body, I love wearing it to remember who I stole this body from. I bet he’s still crying in his overweight middle aged body.

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One Wish

Me and my boyfriend James had been dating for a month, the longest relationship I had ever had when we went to see a new horror movie Obsession . The guy in it made a wish with a “one wish willow” and snapped a piece of wood in half and it came true but that was it there was no taking it back and you didn’t get another one. James and I loved horror movies and it was the perfect date. They even gave us free replicas of the wish willow on our way out. That perfect night was ruined when a truck crashed into our car killing James instantly. I spent the week crying and found the wish willow in my jeans pocket. I figured it wouldn’t work but I was so desperate I gave it a try and wished to have my boyfriend back and snapped it.

That was two weeks ago and the wish did work to my complete shock, just not in the way I had hoped. Minutes after making my wish my dad came into my room with a look of wonder on his face as his hands shook “Ethan it’s it’s me James”, he stammered. I couldn’t believe it but my wish had come true James was back from the dead but in the body of my father. Since then James had made himself at home in my father’s body since we realized there was no way to reverse the wish until I was dead as a very unhelpful customer service rep said when I called the number on the back of the box. He had always wanted a tattoo so imagine my shock when I came home one day to his arm, chest, and legs covered in them. Then there was the Tuesday when I came home for lunch to find him playing his favorite onlyfans videos on the living room tv and panting heavily as he stained the couch. I’ll never forget seeing my dads face with his eyes rolled into the back of his head and tongue flopping out of his mouth. Sweat dripped off his chest like he had been doing this since I left hours ago. The T.V. and his own grunting must have covered the sound of me walking in because he didn’t seem to notice until I dropped my bag on the floor and he hastily covered up with a pillow. I was ready to vomit and he didn’t even seem to care. Yes, my father was good looking for an older guy and kept himself in shape but it didn’t matter if it was really James inside of him it was still my dad and I wasn’t attracted to him at all. He just meekly apologized and put on his swim trunks to go for another dip in the pool. While I had to keep up appearances at the local community college he got to lounge around while exhausting my dads vacation time.

I came home after another long day at work later that week and yelled that I was going to bed early when I opened my bedroom door to a shocking sight. My forty year old father draped in silk with a rose between his teeth and in just a skimpy pair of briefs.“Hey sweetie I got you some roses, your favorite and I can definitely help relieve some of your stress. I've been thinking about you all day.”, he said while rubbing his obvious bulge and licking his lips. Then he got up on his knees and turned around, tugging his shorts down and revealing his hairy ass that jiggled as he waved it back and forth. “See anything you like?” It was like he never heard what I was saying. I constantly told him the way he was flaunting my dads body and begging me to fuck him was making me uncomfortable. I mean this was the man who taught me to ride a bike and shave and now he was on my bed in his underwear trying to get me to have sex with him. Ever since my stupid wish he had only seemed to care about sex I had enough with how he was acting. I grabbed my keys and told him I needed time to think about if this was ever going to work and stormed out the door speeding out of the driveway as he ran to the front door after me. The next day after I had cried in my car in the mall parking lot all night, I went home after the sun had already gone down to tell James we would need to set some boundaries but maybe we could make it work. After all it was my wish that had put him in this situation I owed it to him to try. Unfortunately, what I found in my family living room that night would end any chance of us mending our relationship.

“Hey there you are son, I think you remember these guys” said James doing his best impression of my dad I had heard him ever do. He motioned to three athletic men I remembered being assholes to us at the gym when we worked out there once. “I found one of those wishing sticks and used it to help me out. Since you won’t love me in this banging body you trapped me in, I wished that those three homophobes from the gym who used to terrorize us would only be attracted to me and would do whatever I tell them too.” He then leaned in and stuck his tongue down one of the guys throats as the other two caressed him and moaned in unison. Then he made each one get up and start jerking each other off, each one chanting “we love you James and your awesome daddy body”. “Aren’t they great? Last night I had one of them stand in the living room frozen like a statue while his hard dick leaked on the floor all night which he gladly licked up in the morning with a big smile on his face. The other two worshiped me all night like you never would. Then I sent them to sleep in your bed. Well, actually I ordered them to screw each other until they fell asleep. They were so cute when I found them in the morning still laying on top of each other. Your dad’s body really is amazing, it can't be satisfied. We must have been going at it for hours and I emptied into their eager jock holes multiple times and still these huge balls were ready to go after only a few minutes. Then I had the best sleep of my life and woke up rock hard and ready to go all over again and let me tell you it’s amazing to have three eager mouths in the morning to start the day off right. It’s my body now and I’m really learning to love it”, he laughed but then his eyes grew angry as he glared at me.

“I never heard you ask how I felt about all this, you know how hard it’s been trapped in a body twenty one years older and for some reason with ten times more sex drive and you wouldn’t even look at me most days. You think it was easy to see the disgust on your face. I couldn't help it. Your dad must have a lot of testosterone or maybe that wish did something to me, but you didn’t care! You wished me back to life, I was so happy to be back with you but you couldn’t get past my new face and only thought about yourself. Now I have three boyfriends who can’t get enough of me and would jump in front of a car if I told them too and I don’t need you anymore. You were so right babe this isn’t gonna work out I’m gonna need you out of the house by tonight. I don’t need my lame son lurking around the house, I want to be free to have my sweaty balls licked on the sofa or get my hairy ass pounded on the kitchen counter by my three studs without being judged”. He stripped off his clothes and began walking upstairs when he told one of the guys to throw my things out on the lawn and for the other two to get upstairs he was ready for another round of their straight jock asses. Why did I have to make that stupid wish that had ruined my life.