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[bugbear-emporium]

Assistant Coach Murphy was sitting in his office when he got an email that made him furious. That hard ass of an English professor was failing two of his players and they were going to be put on academic probation for the rest of the semester. Coach Murphy knew that Jefferson fucker had it out for the athletics department. He always taught one of the General ED literature classes and wasn't willing to let flagging athletes just pass through his class like most of the professors.

Last semester, Jefferson almost failed three members of the team, and when Coach Murphy told the head coach to do something about it, he just waved it off. "Better not to poke that bear," he said, "Just tell the guys to bring up their grades." After prodding the three young men, two of them were able to bring their grades up, but the last guy, one of the better linemen on the team, had to be let go this semester with a review in the fall depending on his academic performance this spring.

Coach Murphy knew he had to take matters into his own hands. He knew how to handle flamboyant know-it-alls. It had been over two decades since he'd been in his frat, but with his large frame and strong arms, he'd been the one to kick chubby nerds out of house parties. Mr. Jefferson just needed to be shown who the boss was at this school.

**********

Mr. Eric Jefferson was sitting at his desk when Assistant Coach J. Murphy barged into his office, not even knocking. Mr. Jefferson looked up from his lesson plan at the very tall, very irritated looking man.

"Coach Murphy, it's common courtesy to knock," Mr. Jefferson dryly, "Anything I can help you with?"

The coach stared at the chubby man with a scruffy beard and a piercing in his upper ear. Both men were in their early 40s, peers in age and position at the university. Mr. Jefferson actually thought the coach was very hot physically, but the clearly heterosexual coach had a wedding band on and there was plenty of gossip about how much of an asshole he could be, yelling awful things at his players after practice or games when they didn't meet his standards.

"Yeah, jackass, there is," the coach said, his anger causing the words to froth out of his lips. "I got a report that you have Fredrickson and Rivera marked as failing the class you teach. Surely there's been some kind of mistake. I'm here to clear things up and get my guys back on the field."

Coach Murphy took a step towards the desk, widening out his stance to appear threatening. He was trying to be threatening, so he was filled with confusion when the smaller, tubby professor just laughed at him.

"Those two? Listen, Mr. Murphy..." Professor Jefferson started but was cut off.

"That's Coach Murphy."

"*Coach* Murphy." Jefferson repeated, eyes rolling. "The grades I give out are the ones each student earns. Let's see here..."

The professor stood up, an average 5'10" but still a head shorter than the coach. He pushed past the taller man and opened a file cabinet and quickly pulled out two folders. He waved the coach to sit down at the chair in front of his desk and he reluctantly did so. Professor Jefferson went back to his desk and opened both folders. He didn't sit down, instead he leaned over the files, getting close to the coach.

"Here are the two student's files. As you can see here, the midterm is a large part of the grade, as is the final exam. Both of your boys bombed that midterm, and refused to do any of the three bonus assignments I've offered so far this semester. Fredrickson also has taken a hit in attendance with how many classes he has missed."

As the professor leaned in, Coach Murphy noticed the cologne the other man was wearing for the first time. It was spicy, woody, and musky, more masculine than the coach would assume from a man like this. He took in the grade breakdown as Jefferson leaned over him. It was clear that all of the numbers were in place. Coach Murphy did not care.

"Nah, I'm not buying it. You're failing my boys on purpose." The coach looked up at the professor, snarling. "A guy like you is jealous of studs like us. There's gotta be something fucked about that midterm."

Jefferson just laughed again. "That's an interesting story you are telling yourself there, coach. The only thing fucked is how little support our department gets. I haven't even been assigned a TA to help with grading for this class."

Coach Murphy was starting to feel a little lightheaded as the smell of Jefferson's cologne seemed to be intensifying somehow. Something was wrong. Why was he listening to this nerd's excuses?

"So, it sounds like you just made a mistake, Jefferson." Coach Murphy said, puffing himself up to try to regain some control of the situation. "Their midterm scores were actually good enough for them to avoid probation. I can even pull some strings to get you that TA. I've got a lot of pull with the board, you know. And they don't even need to know about you banging the last one."

Mr. Jefferson's sly smile faded. His last TA was a bright young man who he had helped get a recommendation for a program at another institution. While they were both openly gay, Jefferson kept clear boundaries between them both. Still, he was sure there were rumors.

"It sounds like you know the power of a good story, Assistant Coach Murphy. One that feels true, regardless of whether or not it actually is." Jefferson loomed over the larger but seated man. "Stories shape who we are, you know. The stories others tell about us. The stories we tell ourselves..."

Coach Murphy stood up and, in a voice that was both quiet and booming, hissed, "Shut up, you concieted gay-ass fucking weirdo. This is your last chance, will you change those grades or do I need to ruin your reputation?"

Jefferson looked up at the coach, like a cat looking at a mouse. He was ready to pounce.

"I guess you are right. I am fucking my TA. The young man didn't know what hit him. He fell head over heels for his older, more experienced professor." Jefferson was laying it on thick, spinning a web of a story to catch a buzzing fly. "And I, deciding to help the boy out and have a little fun for myself, played into it. It's a real fun time being his daddy, you see."

Coach Murphy looked down at the rambling man as they were almost face to face. He was unsure if he should push Jefferson away and just get out of there, or let the man further implicate himself. That smell, it kept getting stronger and stronger. And more intoxicating.

Jefferson continued, "You did get one detail wrong, though. I'm not talking about my last TA. I'm talking about my current one. He's in the room with me now. My boy's name is Jared. Jared Murphy."

Murphy felt himself dissociate, his consciousness almost pushed aside by the sheer force of Professor Jefferson's will. He immediately sat back down in the chair as he was mesmerized by the eyes of the man standing over him. He just wanted to hear the rest of the story. His story.

"Jared was a cute thing, plump and hairy like any good cub. At 24, he was done growing, just barely hitting five feet tall."

The coach shifted in front of Jefferson, getting smaller and softer. His athletic clothes shifted to fit his smaller size, but his ballooning belly peeked out of the bottom of his polo. The man's wrinkles smoothed as anger was replaced with confusion.

"What the hell are you doing to me? This isn't me!" Murphy said as his voice got higher and cracked a little.

"But it is, my little Jarebear." Professor Jefferson said, voice softening yet still firm. "You're a smart guy, but you can't help but act like a dumb cub around your daddy."

"I...I...yes sir..." Murphy said, his will faltering. The smell was too much. He wanted it on him. He wanted it in him.

Professor Jefferson ruffled the cub's hair and stood up tall. He stepped away a couple of feet before pulling down his pants and showing the young Jared his own big bear ass.

"Well cub, I think you have a lot of work to do."

Jared got down on his knees, ready for some fun with his hot Daddy Professor before they got back to grading.

**********

Two months later....

Jared woke up in a bed that wasn't his. It had been a couple years since he'd been in the dorms. At least, he was pretty sure that was the case. He'd spent the night with his new boyfriend, a student from the class he was a TA for. After a few one on one office hour visits, it turned out that Luis Rivera, a senior underclassman on the football team, was bisexual and facied short and chubby Jared Murphy. Jared asked his daddy if it was ok to date a student, but Eric just laughed and told him he had no room to talk when it came to blurring those lines. The professor just advised them to keep their activities under wraps until after Luis passed the class, which was almost guaranteed after getting so much help.

Jared looked over at the still sleeping Luis, giving him a kiss on the forehead before taking a picture to send to his daddy. That old perv sent him a dick pic back with the caption, 'I got some work for you when you come into work today'. Jared sent another picture of himelf and his ass, captioned, 'On it sir!' It wasn't always easy dating two people, but Jared loved all the time he got with his boyfriend and with his daddy.

He felt like he used to be a much more angry and controlling person before Mr. Jefferson stepped into his life. Jared poked that bear, and that bear made him into his cub. Jared wanted nothing more that to be that older man's obedient little slut. After all, Mr. Jefferson was the boss!

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

As I made my way to the bus for our away game, I felt a little sad. I was thrilled to have made the cut for the trip, but not having my best friend Ollie make the cut was hard. Ollie was my bestfriend and we were on the football team together. Ollie and I had been looking forward to this trip for weeks. It just wouldn't be the same without him by my side, cracking jokes and keeping the mood light on the bus ride.

As I approached the bus, I spotted Coach sitting inside, a wide grin plastered across his face. "Coach, are you feeling alright?" I asked.

To my surprise, Coach's grin only widened. "Better than ever, Dan," he replied.

I stepped onto the bus, still trying to make sense of Coach's strange behavior. I sat in the first row behind him. Coach peered around the corner still with that large grin. "Dan, I've got a little secret to share with you," he whispered. "You know how Ollie didn't make the cut for this trip?" Coach began, his voice low.

I nodded with confusion. "Well, let's just say he found a way to make sure you two could still spend the weekend together," Coach said with a wink.

I blinked, not quite grasping what Coach was implying. But before I could question him further, he leaned back in his seat and began to contort his face into a series of bizarre expressions. My jaw dropped as I watched Coach - or rather, Ollie in Coach's body - make a complete fool of himself, pulling off ridiculous dance moves and silly antics. I couldn't believe my eyes. Ollie had somehow managed to swap bodies with Coach, all so we could still be together for the weekend. We laughed as Ollie continued making a fool of himself in Coach's body.

"What about the other guys? What are you going to tell them?" I asked, still unable to believe that he was wearing Coach's body.

"Don't worry about that" he said. The rest of the athletes began to file onto the bus, Ollie - still posing as Coach - quickly composed himself, slipping seamlessly into his role as our team leader. He greeted each player with a firm handshake and a reassuring smile, all the while shooting me sly winks and secret nods.

I couldn't help but grin back at him. Ollie, in Coach's body, gave a speech about the weekend, and even began listing off the room situation. He read off the list of named, until it got to the final name.

"and that leaves Dan. You're bunking with me this weekend. Since Ollie's not here, and we don't wanna pay for another room you're the odd one out" he said in his commanding deep voice. The other athletes ooh'd as if it was a bad thing, and I played it off. Ollie was stirring the pot since he knew I had a fat crush on the coach. I just know he's going to tease me about it all weekend. I looked back at him, and he was still playing up the act as being coach. My grin grew wider as I thought about the weekend ahead.

[shootingstarwritings]

Not Another Goddamn Interview

The job market was tough, and Holden had been unemployed for far too long. Months of interviews, companies ghosting him, and rejections drove him to a boiling point, and someone had to take the brunt of Holden’s anger.

The interview started off well, but when Holden’s lack of experience and months of inactivity after graduation came into light, an awkward silence permeated the office. Holden stuttered a few half-answers of clubs he attended during college, but Mr. Wells, the interviewer, looked unimpressed—as so many others did before him.

“Well, Mr. Wilde,” Mr. Wells began with little enthusiasm. Holden’s heart began to race as familiar words returned to haunt him once more. “We’ll be in touch. I wish you luck in your future interviews, as well.” Mr. Wells stood up and offered Holden his hand.

Barely managing a smile, Holden stood up and gingerly reached out to shake Mr. Wells’ hand as a thousand thoughts raced through his mind. ‘I’m never going to get anywhere… Another goddamn rejection… How am I gonna pay rent next month…? Savings are getting low… That gap in that resume is gonna get even loooonger…’

As Holden shook Mr. Wells’ older and calloused hand, he launched himself towards Mr. Wells. “What the—!” Was all Mr. Wells could say as Holden’s body shifted and morphed. A stream of blue gel-like substance forced itself into Mr. Wells’ mouth, muffling any screams for help. More and more of the slime pumped itself down Mr. Wells’ throat as he fell back into his chair. His legs spread out, kicking the floor and convulsing as another creature filled up his body.

Soon, as the last of the slime finished entering his body with a sickening slosh, Mr. Wells let out a low groan. He blinked, eyes flashing a light blue before returning back to normal. Holden looked down at the body he was inhabiting. “I’m not sitting through another goddamn interview,” Holden muttered to himself with his borrowed voice. “And I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Promising young man,” Holden chuckled to himself as he wrote a report the interview. Possessing Mr. Wells’ body wouldn’t guarantee landing a job in this company, but at this point Holden figured he might as well give it a shot. “Lots of energy and enthusiasm. Really blew me away!”

While writing, Holden looked down at the particularly heavy chest he now wore. Curling the toes in his dress shoes and flexing the cock hidden by the slacks, he couldn’t help but grow aroused at the body he now wore. “Kept things casual while maintaining an air of,” he paused to groan as he gripped Mr. Wells’ crotch through the slacks, “an air of professionalism.” He capped off the report with that and reached down to his waistband.

[thesidetf]

Big Al

Alex woke up with a groan, his head fuzzy. At 35, he was used to his slim, soft body: pale skin, a neat trimmed beard at most. But as he rolled out of bed, his center of gravity felt all wrong. His gut hung heavy, his arms swung like pendulums of meat, and his thighs rubbed together with thick, hairy friction.

“Fuckin’ hell” he rumbled, the voice booming out low and gravelly, nothing like his old tenor. He lumbered to the bathroom, each step making the floor creak under his new weight. Flicking on the light, he confronted the mirror and stopped dead.

Staring back was a middle aged beast: bald head shining, a massive black beard cascading down over a barrel chest barely contained by a stained white wifebeater. Tattoos crawled over every inch of his arms, faded with age. His belly pushed out proudly, round and firm from years of beer and burgers, but his arms and shoulders were pure power, veins bulging under the ink. Dark work pants hung low, the belt straining against his waist, and a noticeable bulge strained the front of his crotch.

Alex reached up, fingers brushing the coarse beard, then trailing down over the hairy chest peeking from the tank top. “This ain’t me” he muttered, but his cock was already stirring, thickening against his thigh as he took in the raw masculinity of the reflection.

He couldn’t stop staring. His huge hand drifted down, unbuckling the belt with a clink, then shoving into his pants. His fingers wrapped around a fat, veiny cock that felt enormous in his rough palm, way bigger than before and already leaking pre-cum at the tip. “Shit, look at you, ya big dirty bastard” he growled to his reflection, stroking slow and deliberate.

He pumped harder, eyes locked on the mirror: watching his bearded face twist in pleasure, the gut jiggling slightly with each thrust of his hips into his fist, sweat beading on his bald scalp. The tattoos flexed as his forearm worked, the thick shaft sliding through his calloused grip, slick with pre-cum that dribbled over his knuckles.

With a roar, he came thick ropes of hot cum erupting from his cock, splattering the mirror, dripping down the glass in heavy streaks. His body convulsed, knees buckling as he milked every last drop, smearing the mess over his shaft before pulling his hand out and wiping it casually on his pants.

The orgasm crashed through him like a wave, and as it ebbed, the last remnants of old Alex vanished. Big Al grinned at the cum streaked mirror, giving his softening cock a lazy squeeze through his pants.

“Attaboy,” he rumbled, voice thick with satisfaction. He left the mess on the mirror and lumbered to the kitchen. The fridge was stocked with ice cold cans of cheap beer now. He cracked one open with a hiss and chugged it down, foam clinging to his beard, then let out a deep, rumbling belch that shook his gut.

Hand sliding back down the front of his pants to idly fondle himself, Al grabbed his keys. Time to head to the site, bark orders at the lazy pricks on the crew, maybe swing by the drive-thru for a couple burgers. No more weak-ass tea or salads. This was life now: beer, burgers, constant ball-adjusting, and owning every room he walked into.

Alex was gone, and Big Al was just getting started.

[bellyswapenjoyer]

Had lots of fun messing with this prompt. One of my favorite parts of swaps is the 'waking up' in another body, and being forced to adapt to your new body and surroundings!

[jockandnerdswaps-deactivated202]

I was so happy when my aunt married Carl. Even though the two of us we very different physically we had a lot in common. After they got divorced he confessed that he was actually bi and we continued to keep in touch even after I moved across the country to go to college.

One day I got a call saying he bought a ticket and was coming out to visit for the weekend. I told him I had a concert with friends but otherwise I was happy to have him. When he arrived he showed me an amulet he had found online and said he wanted to try it out.

The next thing I knew I was staring at my old body. He laughed, clearly happy with the results, flexing my hard earned body in front of me. I freaked out from his much older and larger frame, but he managed to calm me down. He explained he had always been envious of me and wanted to see what my life was like.

I wasn't happy about missing the concert, but I did end up enjoying myself in his body that evening. He could eat do much!

The next day we swapped back, and after that every few months he would come out and spend some time living my life. He told me to go out and explore the world inside his body and I tried to, but I couldn't get over the way people would slyly look at me like I was some kind of freak. People can be so judgmental.

The fourth time he came out for a week and we spent the entire time swapped, right up until the Uber was waiting outside my apartment to take him to the airport. We pulled out the amulet and... nothing. And since he had purchased the plane tickets at a massive discount, there was no refund. He begged me to go home in his place and he would figure out what happened.

Going through the airport was humiliating. I was too big for everything, and I had to squeeze myself into the small seat. The lady sitting next to me was clearly as uncomfortable as I was.

When I returned to his house I gave my old body a call. It wasn't good news.

"So apparently the amulet was created by a trickster god," he told me. "The amulet can only effect people seven times, and after that the magic won't work anymore! So I guess you're the real Carl from now on, and I get to be Austen."

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

As I stumbled out of the gay bar, I could still hear the echoes of our argument reverberating in my mind. Kelsey and I had clashed over something so trivial, yet it had escalated into a heated exchange, leaving both of us feeling angry. She accused me of being homophobic and maybe she was right. But at that moment, all I could feel was the sting of her words.

I barely registered the man offering me a shot as I stormed towards the exit. In my haze of emotions, I simply grabbed it, not caring about the consequences. Downing the liquid in one gulp, I felt a rush of heat spread through my veins, momentarily distracting me from my troubles. Little did I know, that shot would change everything.

As I stepped out into the cool night air, the world around me started to spin. Colors blurred, shapes distorted, and then everything went black. When I regained consciousness, I was disoriented, my head pounding with a dull ache. Blinking away the haze, I tried to make sense of my surroundings. But as I looked down at my body, horror washed over me like a tidal wave.

Where once there were chiseled muscles and taut skin, there was now flab and loose skin. My hands trembled as I ran my hands over my stomach, feeling the unfamiliar rock hard gut beneath my touch. And when I touched my face, expecting to feel smooth skin, I was met with a coarse beard that scratched against my fingertips.

Panic seized me as I stumbled towards the nearest mirror, desperate to see what had become of me. And what I saw staring back at me was not myself, but a stranger with a protruding gut, bald head and a thick white beard.

I recoiled in horror, unable to comprehend what had happened. Had I been drugged? Was this some sort of cruel prank? But as the events of the previous night flooded back into my mind, I realized with a sinking feeling that the man who had offered me that shot must have had something to do with this.

As I stared at the unfamiliar face in the mirror, unable to believe the reflection was matching my mannerisms. Then, I noticed a picture on the dresser, depicting the man whose body I now inhabited locked in a passionate embrace with another man. And as I gazed at the image, something stirred within me. The man whose body I now inhabited wasn't just any man — he was gay.

At first, I recoiled from the idea, but I was interrupted my the man in the picture coming in.

"Hey Baby" he said as he wrapped his arms around me and pressing his body into me. I felt a wave of lust wash over me. I found myself growing more and more comfortable in my own skin.

Despite my initial reservations, I couldn't deny the horniness that flooded me. I brought the boyfriend back in for a passionate kiss.

Suddenly, A text message pinged on the phone beside me, it was from my old number explaining that I needed to learn my lesson and he'll swap us back at the end of the day. I let my lust take over and blocked the number, in hopes that would prevent a swap back. I kissed the boyfriend again, as he pulled me into a warm embrace and I pressed my cock against his butt. This was going to be better than anything I experienced before.

[bodyswapper-deactivated20240827]

The construction on my house was taking forever. They've been working on the house for over a week and it feels like no progress was being made. I knew agreeing to a price for the contract was a mistake. I complained about this to my boss at work, and he offered me an interesting solution. He said that the used this service that allowed him to get an insider perspective of a group of people. I was confused by what he meant but he explained that it was a service that allowed you to become anyone. He leaned in and whispered that he's used it on a few of us before to make sure we were doing good work. I looked around at my co-workers and started to feel uneasy thinking about all the times I've talked to them but really it was my boss pretending to be them.

My boss got me in contact with the service and when I went home that afternoon, there was still no progress. I was fuming, and went to my desk and logged into the website as my boss instructed. I entered all the information required, and selected the nearest body possible, as I lived alone the only people here were construction workers. I clicked enter and felt the computer light shine upon my face and sucking me inside. The light went dim as I was completely sucked in, but then bursted in light once more as it purpulsed me from the computer and shot me towards the nearest worker. I plunged deep inside the back of one of the works, and felt his body completely tense up as I entered inside of him. He let go of the hammer he was holding, and I felt all his muscles stretch to their limits. I felt my spirit align with this much larger and beefier body. Luckily he was in this room alone cause I heard him let out small moans as I fit myself inside of him. Once I was mostly aligned with this much larger frame, I felt him let go of control as it was transfered over to me. I felt the weight of his chest, arms, shoulders, and legs now weighted me down. I let out a large exhale and realized I had full control over this frame.

"Holy shit I'm huge" I said as I flexed my large arms. I looked down at my new body realizing how much taller I stood, and how tight this shirt felt around my new muscles. I smiled as I flexed my muscles and walked out of the room to the rest of the construction workers. As expected, they were pretending to hammer things and look busy. My blood was boiling but I pretended to not notice. But suddenly I had an idea. I pulled out his phone and pretended like I was talking to their boss.

"Yep. Got it. I'll let the boys know" I said, trying to adjust to the deep voice I now spoke in.

"Who was that?" Asked one of my new co-workers.

"Boss. He said the contract was amended, it's now on completion so he wants us to speed up" I said lying. Suddenly all the construction workers began to start working and get the job done. I smiled but quickly stifled it so that no one would notice. I slipped away and headed back to my office ready to reverse the service. When I logged back into my account there was a countdown that had 23 hours and 32 minutes left. I had no idea that I selected the service to last a day. I messaged my boss to tell him what happened, but it took forever typing on a keyboard with my new large hands. My boss laughed and said no worries. I turned off the computer and caught a glimpse of my reflection.

'Well if I'm stuck as one of you I'm lucky its you' I thought to myself as I continued to flex.

'Let's see what we're working with for the next day' I continued my thought. I grabbed his package through his jeans and taunted my reflection as I turned towards the bathroom.

[wanttobeamustlebear]

[manswaps-deactivated20191205]

“I have to eat all of this?” I groaned. “It’s gross.”

“That’s what you get, bro. You got us in this mess.”

See, I might have swapped bodies with my roommate Tucker. I was always envious of him, but he recently grew this beard that was so sexy, I felt the need to grab it every time he walked in. I found this spell online that would swap our bodies, so I made a plan.

I woke up at my 6am alarm and quietly recited the spell. Tucker was a late sleeper, I just needed 30 minutes in his body.

I blacked out and found myself lying in my boxers on a bed that wasn’t my own. With effort, I heaved my huge body off the bed and looked in the mirror. Staring back at me with wide eyes was Tucker. “Holy shit,” i grumbled. I reached my hand and grabbed at my beard. “I’m Tucker!” I pulled at it until it puffed up everywhere. I flexed my beefy arms and saw a bush of hair erupt from under my arm.

Jesus, I didn’t know how HAIRY this guy was. It was like a carpet. My boxers hiked up my ass and when I turned around, I could see a batch of thick brown hair above them. Gross, maybe too hairy. Seems like the guy never manscapes either. I pawed at my new dick through the boxers. Just as I was getting to the good part, I heard my own voice scream. Shit.

Well, it turned out the swap was permanent. So Tucker is making me continue his workout plan. It’s awful. We have been trying to find a way to switch back and have found a couple leads, but right now I gotta deal with the consequences.

“Need a napkin?” Tucker asked. There was food all in my mammoth beard.

“Shut up,” i boomed. God, I miss my old body.

[camobear1]

[bugbear-emporium]

"Shouldn't have crossed a witch, mate. Though, you won't be able to here soon," the man above Jim Danville said with a hearty guffah.

Jim was on vacation with his wife away from the States at a resort, trying to enjoy their time as empty nesters. He found a spot at the pool to relax by himself when a hairy, shirtless man walked up to him and spoke those ominous words of condemnation in a light Australian accent.

"Who the hell are you?" Jim asked incredulous. Though he wasn't quite as big as the man, Jim had almost a decade on him and was gobsmacked by this kind of disrespect.

"My name's Benjamin, and I'm the fella you kicked out of the penthouse with your intimidation tactics. I know you scared that manager close to tears. I was hoping to bring up some blokes I'd met here, but that's not as easy with the single room they moved me to. I don't blame them though, I'm blaming you!" The man said, still smiling but with eyes more reminiscent of an animal on the hunt.

"Now see here!" Jim said, standing up and voice raised. He just then noticed they were completely alone in this pool hall, but he pressed on regardless. "I just had a conversation with management. My wife didn't like the view, so I needed get get an upgrade. Sounds like the room is better off without you and your lot, anyway."

"Oh Jim Danville. So used to having other people do what you want. I can see it in your eyes. You drove half your children away and the other half fear you. I think it's time you started doing what someone else wanted for a change. Why don't you sit back down, shut your mouth, and listen?"

Jim was about to retort, but he simply sat down and stayed quiet. His eyes looked up at Benjamin in rage.

"That's better! I cast a pretty powerful spell on you, Jim. It can only be cast on one who's done me a bad turn, and it took a lot of the reserves and supplies I brought, but I think it'll be worth it. See, you have to do everything I say, and I do mean everything. Let's have you up and out of everything but your skivvies."

Jim tried to fight it, but with no resistance he stood up and stripped off everything but his briefs. He stood there quietly, an inferno of hate inside his mind.

"Hmmm, I think you should have put on a budgy smugger this morning. How about that blue one you packed?" Benjamin said, and reached out to grab Jim's crotch. Jim looked down and found his briefs replaced with a blue speedo. He looked up at Benjamin in astonishment.

"Oh, we're just getting started, mate. I know! Let's look back at the last couple months. You should finalize that divorce your wife wanted, quit your job, and burn all of the bridges in your life. Gotta make this nice and clean." Memories flooded Jim's head, as the worst several months of his life crystallized before him. He still remembered what actually happened, but the finger that normally held his wedding band suddenly felt bare. 'No, this is impossible!' he thought, completely overwhelmed.

"Alrighty, that's Jim Danville taken care of! You're a nobody, a blank slate of destiny. Now it's time for what *I* want." Benjamin said, putting both hands on Jim's shoulders and pushing down. "I like all kinds of men, but I've been wanting a boy to keep around. You're a bit too tall for my taste there, so lose some height for me."

Jim felt a pressure as he started having to look up more to see Benjamin's face. He lost almost a foot of height, standing at a meager 5'2". Jim was in a full panic now, but his eyes stayed on the man who looked unbelievably pleased with himself and what he was doing.

"Alright, you're far too old for what I'm looking for. How about you become 26 years old. Oh, and any boy of mine is going to be thick and with a cute beard, so you should forget shaving and put on some real heft for your new daddy."

Jim felt his whole body warm up and tingle. He felt particularly strange around his waist and face. Also, that constant pain in his back was just gone. "Go on, feel yourself boy! What do you think?" Jim started looking at his body, seeing a sizable belly and young unwrinkled skin. He felt his face and felt a full beard on his once cleanshaven face.

"What the hell are you doing to me? What are you?" Jim finally said after being allowed to speak his mind. His voice sounded so young and afraid.

"This is just karma, boy. As for what I am, I already said I'm a witch, though I have an idea for another thing I could be. What do you say to your father, Benny?"

Benjamin Jr.'s world imploded. Memories flooded his brain. A whole life, or at least half of one, presented itself to him. Being raised by his single gay father after his failed early marriage. He lived a normal happy life in Adelaide, but in his early twenties, he realized not only that he was gay, he was also in love with his own dad. His old life was still in his head horrified at what was going on, but his new life was in control.

Benny looked up at Benjamin Sr.'s face, his own morphing to look similar to his new father's, and said, "I love you, daddy!"

"I know son, I love you too! Why don't you forget that old name of yours and let's go find some guys to take up to the suite. I'm wanting to see that ass of yours get fucked at least once before we go home!"

Benny blinked and his old name was gone. He knew he used to be older and married. He knew his father had done this to him. He just couldn't stay mad at his daddy! Stripped of any confidence he once had, Benny followed his daddy, happy to give up control.

[bugbear-emporium]

Trevor had been on a couple dates with a young woman in his English class. He thought they were having a fun time and he was really enjoying getting to know Emily. She'd made it clear she wasn't looking to hook up any time soon and while not his usual style, Trevor honestly was fine taking things slow. He was a fit young man with all the time in the world. He'd never had trouble with women, he was charming, pleasant, and conventionally attractive. So it came as a shock to him when Emily dumped him via text after the third date.

Emily: Hey Trevor.

Emily: I haven't been completely honest with you. I'm not really looking to date right now. You're a really nice guy so I'm sorry I led you on. I just really wanted to help out my dad.

Trevor: Hey, that really sucks to hear. I was really enjoying our time together. You do seem pretty cool, so maybe we could try to be friends at some point?

Trevor: Wait, what do you mean about your dad?

Emily: Hey, I honestly think you're pretty great. That's why I asked you out in the first place. I definitely wanna keep getting to know you, just in a different way than you're thinking.

Emily: You see I've been trying to find my dad someone nice to date ever since he came out as gay and my parents split. All the guys he's been with have all been assholes and the pool of guys he's attracted to in town is pretty dry. So, I thought I'd try to go and make one.

Trevor: That's pretty weird Emily. I haven't even met your dad and I'm not even gay. Are you saying your dad is attracted to dude's twice his age? What the fuck is going on?

Emily: Nope, he's into guys around his own age. Big hairy guys. I think he calls them 'bears'? As for you not being gay, that's not going to be an issue soon.

Trevor: Emily, what's that supposed to mean?

Emily: I have this friend of mine who's a witch. Well, I say friend, she's sort of my girlfriend. After you dropped me off, she and I just finished a spell with a piece of both you and my father's hair. It's going to turn into exactly his type and make you crazy for my dad. The only thing it can't change is your core personality. You really are a nice guy, Trevor. You and my dad have so much in common.

Trevor: Emily, this isn't funny.

Trevor started to notice a rumbling in his stomach. It grew as he began to feel bloated. He took off his shirt and noticed small prickles of dark hair growing on his chest and abs. Those abs slowly started to disappear as his stomach began to expand. He felt his cleanshaven face begin to itch as stubble poked up around his cheeks and mouth.

Trevor: Emily, what's going on. What did you do? I feel so strange.

Emily: Don't worry about that. Here's my dad's Instagram. You should message him.

*Emily has shared a link with you*

The room began to whorl around him as he instinctually clicked the link. Right as the account loaded, Trevor was gobsmacked by the man it belonged to. One hot bear daddy was looking back at him, smiling. Trevor's belly swelled into a thick and hairy barrel of a shape as he tapped the "follow" button. As he looked back up, he was no longer in his dorm room, but instead in a cozy apartment. The tshirt he had just removed had turned into a flannel shirt on the floor, and his joggers had become cozy long underwear stretched across his thick legs and hairy ass.

Trevor went to his own account and found it completely changed. Instead of his pictures of parties with friends and going to football games, there were tastefully provocative images of his now bearish body. Working on cars in a jockstrap, shirtless pictures of him camping, and goofy fishing photos, such him using the length of the fish as a double entendre.  From the bio, he seemed to now be 41 years old, only about ten years younger than Emily's father. Trevor knew something was very different, but honestly, he was so fucking hot.

Trevor was starting to touch himself as he got a "follow back" notification from Emily's dad, Aaron. Trevor smiled and ran this fingers through his now quite full beard. He went to go send a message, but as he went to the window, Aaron was already typing.

Aaron: hey there stud! Woof, you're hot

Trevor: Grrrrrr, right back at yah, handsome

Aaron: we seem to be in the same city. Mind if I take you out to dinner sometime? I'm surprised I haven't seen you on the apps.

Trevor: I haven't really been on them since I moved here a couple years ago. Dinner sounds good, then I can take you back to my place. Get up to some trouble ;P

Aaron: are you free tomorrow?

Trevor: for a hot daddy like you absolutely!

Trevor set up his camera and took a picture of himself and sent it off to Aaron. The picture was immediately loved.

Aaron: WOOF! There's a hot boy! If my daughter wasn't home, I'd have half a mind to head over right now.

Trevor: I'll just send you my address now, hot stuff. I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind.

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Someone else's father

I'm not going to bore you with the details about how I got this "ability". Everyone has a story about that already.

My family and friends were so happy and proud when I got that scholarship to go to... Spain? Australia? Italy? I don't remember anymore.

In reality, there I was, still living on campus, in one of the frat houses, jumping from jock to jock while they slept. The last one was Luke.

As I said, he was the last.

...

One evening finishing Luke's workout I saw him, a beast of a man covered in sweat. His stride was confident making his big meat arms bounce with every step. He doubled Luke's age. He was big, burly, hairy yet bald. A total opposite to Luke.

I didn't give it much thought. I followed him into the showers. The moment the first drop of water hit his face, he felt my hands grabbing his shoulders and pushing him against the wall while my essence started to transfer into his bigger frame.

Quickly, I intertwined my borrowed strong legs with his and then I thrusted Luke's hips repeatedly against the other guy's ass to make the transfer faster. He cursed and managed to move from the wall, but my essence was already inside him.

A few second later, Luke's body fell to the wet floor. The older man stayed still for a second until I grinned.

...

When Luke woke up disoriented on one of the benches, he saw me looking at him.

"are you alright, son?" I told him rubbing my hard on with the towel to tease Luke.

"yes, sir" he said looking at his wet clothes still feeling dizzy. I possessed Luke for so long that he was oblivious of a man jerking off in front of him.

He left soon after and I went to my locker only to find a message of his wife telling him (me) I had the house for myself for two hours. Two hours to roam around that house on this body full glory. Two hours to get intimate and make this body moan while putting his virgin hole to use...

...

I've been Frank for a year now. I'm a husband. I'm a father. I'm one of the best constructors in the area. I fake his life perfectly, so no one suspects how many holes Frank has filled. How many cum has dripped from Frank's ass... I could have divorced and changed his life upside down? Yes, but where's the fun in that?

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Teachers’ Day

So Professor Smalkok is a massive douche. Even his name is ass. For some fucking reason he doesn’t understand the fact that me and, like, a quarter of the entire college are here to play football. Hell, this school fucking PAID for us to come here. They PAID for us to have tutors. They PAID for us to have sell-out teachers who’ll give us a solid B no matter what. Well, that used to be the case, until P. Small Cock here decided to say something.

The minute he got promoted to Dean, he immediately got other teachers fed up with the fact that we were just passing by. That we weren’t actually learning anything. News flash, fuckers, that’s not the point. But no one listens to the stupid meathead jocks. They don’t fucking realize that we’re the kings of this place. We own this shit. 

So while they were puffing their chests out, we were using our brains. Some of the dorks we stuffed in our lockers knew shit that we could use. The other day, we found some of them stealing some jocks and some cups from around the locker room. Nothing against their kinks, but that’s fucking nasty ya know? Well apparently these dumbass nerds invented something that could let them hop into our bodies just with some DNA. Like puppets. I don’t get it either. Anyways, we trapped them in a corner and told them to fuck off. But then one of my buddies, Jeff, one of the smarter buddies, told me wait bro, maybe they could help us out. I said to him, bro you really gonna believe these horny dorks? He says, if they’re telling the truth, we could get these dumbass profs on our side.

So I give ‘em a chance. I grab this little shit who was about to cry right on the chin and make him look me straight in the eye. I ask him if he got a name. He says Cody (what a dumbass name). I say Cody, if you’re fucking telling the truth, I want you to prove it right fucking now. He says okway okway just wet mwe gwo!! Whiney little bitch. He says who can I try out? I said go take Jeff out for a spin. I figured he’d like being a big guy like Jeff. (Jeff said what bro!? I told him to stop being a little bitch.) 

So Cody grabs one of Jeff’s pissy jockstraps and takes this weird machine out of his pocket. Gives it a little zap then, get this, the little bitch fucking strips! I say to him fucker are you gonna put that shit on? He didn’t say anything and just dragged it over his tiny cock, then put some boxers on. I squinted at the little man. Wasn’t even moving. Ticking fucking tock bro. Nothing was happening. I was winding up for a punch before he moves forward like he’s gonna grab something. Behind me, Jeff grabs my fist. I tell him what the fuck bro? He and Cody talk like fucking aliens at the exact same time sayin’ you wanted me to show you I’m showing you right now!

Cody looks over at me. Jeff does too. They both fucking say I can mwake jeff dwo anythwing i want hwim to dwo. The little bitch was making my buddy his little bitch! What the absolute fuck. My brain hurt. Then the shit was all like here let me show you. Jeff grabs him and lifts him up. 

Then Jeff was all like fuck am I really this light? The big guy drops Cody while Cody starts to beat his tiny cock right in front of Jeff. At this point I knew this shit wasn’t fake. Jeff starts to pump his cock too until the guys were moanin’ and groanin’. It was like a fucking porno! My buddy is a fucking a stallion — I know that from experience. He always lasts for atleast half an hour. This Cody fucker made him cum in seconds.

I had enough of this shit so I just went on over and pulled Jeff’s boxers off the nerd. Jeff immediately came back to being all like what? what? what? what the fuck just happened? Shit was fucking crazy. So I push Jeff aside and grab Cody by the neck. I tell him this machine is mine, and you’re not gonna do shit about this. Fucker was gasping for air then he just ran. Glad he understood. 

Anyways, this shit was our secret weapon. Now we just needed the ammo. I got Jeff and the others on the football team on a mission. Turns out a good handful of these dumbass professors had kin at this shit university. Made it so fucking easy to get their pissy briefs. We had them all lined up, ready to go. 

DJ, one of our wide receivers, was gonna make our strength training coach speak the fuck up. Coach Sukass was too pussy to talk on his own, so I’m gonna get one of my men to do it for him.

DJ slipped the Sukass’s tight-ass briefs right up his frame. You bet that shit was tight, but we had Sukass under control immediately. Turns out the old guy wasn’t too bad below the fabric. DJ was posing with his new puppet immediately.

Head Coach Kochman was next. You’d think he’d be on our side, except the man fucking hated us. Jeff called him, so I said sure here’s the ripe-ass jockstrap you gotta put on. He looked disgusted but the big man knew what he had to do. Turns out Kochman was in his office changing for the practice today, ‘cause Jeff makes Coach walking in with the same kind of strap he had on too.

Jeff, the horniest fucking idiot of our team, makes Coach do a stupid fucking dance before wiggling his cock. Fucking dumbass.

We needed to take some of the bigger douches too. Carson, the best tight-end on our team, ended up taking Prof. Betchboy. Dude’s a fucking engineer. You’d expect him to be chill right? Naw, this asshole was on our asses for showing up late to his class.

Carson’s got a thing for strip dancing too. Fuck this guy’s fun. The minute he pulled Betchboy’s tight briefs up his huge frame, he got the asshole Prof strutting in the locker room.

Prof. Cummings was also being a little bitch. He teaches fucking English. Bet his insecurities about his lameass career choice makes him target us. Not even outta college and me and my bros making twice his salary.

I made Chad take Cummings. Dude’s our quarterback so I trust him enough. Also wanted to see this fucker try to put on briefs meant for Cummings’s huge ass. Dude was struggling!

Once he got it on, we had Cummings coming in to the locker room like he was one of us. Chad showed off his new assets fucking immediately.

Chad wasn’t joking around. He got Cummings to full mast immediately in front of the other profs. It was fucking incredible.

Finally, for this first round, I decided I was going in straight for Smalkok. If anyone was gonna be manning the new dean, it was gonna be this guy right here. Hell, I made sure that I was nice and sweaty for his giant briefs.

Fuck yeah I was going all in. I took off my shorts while Jeff in Coach’s body threw Smalkok’s skimpy thong at me. Fucking typical that this dude only wears thongs. Shows how much of a beta he is. I took off my rank jockstrap and took grabbed Prof’s. It was moist, but what the fuck ever. 

The thong immediately wrapped into my hairy asshole, just slightly triggering my sensitive spots. Fuck this guy had to be constantly leaking. Then, immediately, it was like I was looking out of two eyes. I focused more in on Smalkok’s vision and… fuck. He… I’m in his private locker room. Taking a god damn shower. 

Damn this fucker’s belly was big. Couldn’t even see my new cock. Even lifting it up was hard. Not gonna lie, it was sort of turning me on… wait. what? Fuck this shit. 

I got out of that shower real fast and dried this big guy down. Looked around for his clothes and guess fucking what. A fresh thong, pretty fucking identical to the one I have on, ready to be trapped between this guy’s taint. I slipped the underwear on, and, fuck, did this feel insane now on Smalkok’s big bod.

I couldn’t even feel the fabric once it disappeared into my cheeks. I fucking winced a bit the second it touched my borrowed asshole, but damn wouldn’t you!?

I put on his slacks and his dress shirt, then tied up his dumbass tie like he always has it, I think.

Yeah I felt fucking powerful. I was the fucking dean. 

I phased back to a 50/50 split between my body and Smalkok’s. Looks like the entire football team got their faculty counterpart. I walked Smalkok back over to the locker room and saw the men cheer me on. The football team, the profs that tried to dupe our asses. But as I fucking said…

We own this shit. 

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"....Aaaaaaaand looking good" I said to myself as I fixed my bowtie. I looked at my reflection and gave myself a half smile. I was getting ready to head to a wedding and bartend. I own a mini bartender catering service for multiple different types of events. I was getting ready for a wedding, so I put on this body suit. This body suits personality is a little quirky so he usually hits it off with the crowd. I also love how he fits in a suit jacket and vest. I checked my watch and saw that I still had over an hour before I needed to be there, so I had enough time to get more acquainted in my body suit.

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It was our last season match, and nerves completely got the best of me. I told my coach that I couldn't play but he began to freak out. I was the star player on the team, but I always struggled with performance anxiety. Coach tried calming me down bu tnothing was working. I watched Coach reach into his bag, and pulled out a vial and told me to drink it. I did as instructed, hoping it was something to ease my nerves. I watched as he pulled another vial out and drank. I suddenly was looking at my former self, but from a higher angle. Before I could even adjust to anything, the match started, and I watched as my Coach in my body performed incredibly well. I knew all the plays and was able to pass off coaching for the day.

I felt pride as I watched the team win the game and the championship as a whole. The team celebrated the Coach in my body, and I watched as Coach gloated in my body. I pulled my former body aside. “That was amazing! Great game coach” I said to him.

"Coach? No, It's Jason from now on" he replied, before brushing me off. I was in shock as my former body left. The other coaches came up to me and congratulated me and I quickly kept up the act as Coach. I had no idea my next move, whether to try and get my body back, or whether I should take this as a sign, I can excel in my sport, but now I don't have to deal with the performance anxiety. Maybe we were meant to be in these bodies.

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"I'm sorry Grandpa" I said to the mirror as I adjusted my tie, frantically trying to get ready for family dinner.

I bought a body suit maker online, and wanted to try it out. I was staying with my Grandpa for the week and thought it would be a good idea. Unfortunately after I made him into a skin suit, the zipper melted into my skin, and I became trapped inside of him. I remember trying to tear at the back of my neck to take this skin off but it has truly become my own. I had no idea how I was going to reverse this but for the time being I have to pass off being my Grandpa. I just hope my family doesn't get too suspicious as to where my original body is.

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My father and I worked for the same Company. I was pretty new to the workforce, but he was an executive of the Company so it definitely had it's perks. I was called into his office today urgently, and I never would have guessed what he was going to ask me.

"Alex, I hate to ask this of you, but I don't see any other option," my father said, his voice tinged with regret.

"What do you need me to do, Dad?" I asked confused.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what came next. "I need you to pretend to be me."

I blinked, caught off guard by the absurdity of his request. "You want me to... what? How is that even possible?"

My father leaned forward, his expression serious. "I found a shapeshifting potion online. It's risky, I know, but it's our only shot. With your knowledge of the company and a bit of coaching from me, you could pull it off."

I stared at him in disbelief, trying to wrap my head around the idea. "You want me to pretend to be you for a whole week? What about the Company outing?"

Richard sighed, running a hand through his thinning hair. "I know, I know. But this social outing is crucial for the company, but I'll be in even more trouble with your Mom if I cancel our trip. Please, Alex, I wouldn't ask if I had any other choice."

I hesitated, torn between the desire to help my father and the fear of what could go wrong. But then I looked into his eyes and saw the desperation there, and I knew I couldn't say no.

"Okay," I said finally. "I'll do it."

My father's face lit up with relief, and he pulled me into a tight hug. "Thank you, Alex. You won't regret this, I promise."

And so, I drank the potion my father had procured, feeling a strange tingling sensation wash over me as my body began to change. The potion caused my stomach to flip, and I felt myself barrel over. The changes happened rapidly as I leaned over, and I felt my body completely shift within seconds. I felt the buttons pop on my dress shirt, and my pants stiches began to wear thin. When the transformation was complete, the pain subsided in my stomach and I let myself stand up. I felt off balance as I stood but caught myself. I looked in the mirror and noticed that everything was slighly blurry.

"Right, I should have realized that you wouldn't fit into your old suit. Luckily, I had my secretary pick up dry cleaning this morning" my father said as he pulled out a new suit, and also grabbed his old glasses case, that he used to wear before he got his new pair. I quickly took off my damaged suit, and put on the new one that fit my body much more comfortably. I put on the glasses as a final touch and I stared at my reflection which now resembled my father.

Richard laughed, clapping me on the back. "You look just like me! This is incredible."

I couldn't help but grin, feeling a surge of pride at my newfound resemblance to my father. "Let's do this."

Over the few hours, my father coached me in the art of being him, teaching me his mannerisms, his speech patterns, even his favorite jokes to tell on calls. He even had me join a virtual call and lead a meeting pretending to be him, which I absolutely nailed. It was hilarious having everyone report to me, since I was so used to having to report to other. My father left for his vacation and the week was a breeze. It was like Richard never left.