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I'm going to stay like Jeremy

-What the fuck is wrong with me?! - I looked down at my big cock now flaccid, I assumed that I would finally lose my virginity at last tonight, but why doesn't it want to work?, I closed my eyes and began to imagine Violet the naked girl who was in the other room, Violet Anderson, the sexiest girl in all of high school, found herself willing to have sex with me, or well at least with my best friend Jeremy.

Jeremy is my best friend, the person to whom I can tell anything, and the biggest stud in all of high school, when I told him that I had a lot of problems losing my virginity, he did not hesitate to help me, we are so confident that I do not hesitate to give me a solution to my problem, swap our bodies.

He found a spell on the internet that when said at the same time by two people would make them switch bodies, so one day after school we went to my house when my mother was at work and in my room we both began to say in unison the strange words of a language that I had never heard. our bodies began to transform.

I continued speaking in that strange language while looking at Jeremy's face, slowly his face became mine as well as the rest of his body and when he finished saying the last sentence in front of me there is an exact copy of my body, look down Jeremy's new look, my Asian features, short stature, even longer messy hair were transferred to him, as was his strong jaw, long legs and thick arms full of protruding veins were transferred to me.

-DUDE! this shit if it worked! you look exactly like me!-he looked up at me surprised to see what the rest of us saw in him, a gigantic muscle, her clothes were too big for her now, while mine was squeezing me a little. -Dude, is that how I sound? - I also said testing Jeremy's voice, I could feel how slowly my tank top was ripping, before it completely ripped I took it off, throwing the stretched piece of clothing into a pile of dirty clothes, although I should probably throw it away in the trash when I return to my body.

Jeremy and I had swapped bodies. We took off our clothes, it was fucking strange to see my body from Jeremy's perspective, my body was quite average, somewhat plump, but I didn't look bad, maybe he was right, and I just need more confidence, now I felt better than I ever felt. Stronger, taller, more hot.

I suddenly felt full of energy, every movement in Jeremy's body was so strong and felt so fast that it was difficult to walk with my powerful legs, we both looked at each other in the mirror that was in front of my room and while Jeremy examined his face With his hands I couldn't avoid doing a push-up with my magnificent biceps - Jesus Christ! a couple of inches more and they are the size of your head! - I said putting one of my mountains next to my old head just to compare the sizes.

Jeremy took off his old shirt that was now too big for him and tossed it to me, his shorts fell off on their own, leaving him in just a pair of boxers that were too big for his new body. We were both fully dressed, we came to an agreement. We would change again after I lost my virginity in his body from him, and he had a little fun with some girl to test how it feels to lose my virginity in my body.

Take his things, the keys to his house, his phone and leave him alone at my house to get used to a bit, I was anxious so, so I wasted no minute and unlocked Jeremy's phone to look at his contact list and to my surprise had been texting Violet the sexiest and most popular girl in high school.

He had only spent 20 minutes in Jeremy's handsome body, and he had already found someone to fuck, Flirting when you are taller, muscular and handsome was really simple … but why DOES NOT GET A FUCKING INCH GET UP THIS DICK?

Everything was going so well until we got to the motel, and she started undressing, when I realized that my little friend was not in the mood to get up at all, I pretended to have diarrhea and ran to the hotel bathroom while the hot girl stayed waiting for me in the bed, all the stress began to affect me and my body began to sweat and get hot from humiliation

-What's wrong with me? - I looked in the mirror, it was the face of my best friend Jeremy, now he was handsome, now he was attractive, now he had huge muscles, now he had a huge cock, why? …

Without realizing it now I had a huge erection as I looked at Jeremy's body, I wanted to stop, go to the side room and fuck the girl who was there, but I couldn't. Flex one of my arms, just to be able to look at him, I put my other hand to my cock and I began to stimulate my cock, I looked at my sweaty armpit and I could not resist dipping my nose into the sweaty dregs of Jeremy, they were so smooth my tongue didn't feel a trace of scratchiness because he used to shave completely for amateur bodybuilding competitions.

It didn't take too long to ejaculate. I was very excited by all the new sensations. I had never felt so good in my whole life even though I just masturbated was the best thing I had ever tried, I fixed my gaze on the mess I had made in the bathroom and at that moment I finally realized -I am… .gay ? - I didn't know what it meant to be gay, but I was sure of one thing. I can't give it back now that I know there's something better than having sex with a hot girl is having sex with your best friend's hot body and loving it properly.

I can't give him back his body from him now that I'm experiencing so much pleasure. I refuse to give up this body and this life, I do n't know how Jeremy will take it but if I can keep his body from him I do n't care, I just hope Jeremy is enjoying being straight, maybe he might like it almost as much as me

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Preview:Dad was right, being a man is the best.

Your father and your boyfriend's father intend to teach you a lesson about what it means to be a real man by swapping bodies for a year at university and forcing you to sweat in the sun on construction jobs, while they take the opportunity they never had. This is the worst thing that could have happened to you… or is it?

Dad was right, being a man is the best.

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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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Preview:A Week in Your Idol's Skin By SwapCorp

Are you ready for the contest of the year? How would you like to spend a whole week—YES, YOU READ THAT RIGHT, A WHOLE WEEK—in the body of a top bodybuilder and baseball player? Well, now you can. Swap Corp gives you the chance to step into the shoes of… oh, we already have a winner? Well, then you can read what happened during that week on my Kofi and many more stories… cough cough

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#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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Maybe life as a middle-aged mall guard isn't so bad.

-Oh shit, “He” is here again! And… all my friends?- I said in solitude while I had half of a delicious and greasy donut inside my mouth, I swallowed quickly letting the sugary crumbs fall on my dirty blue uniform and my big greasy belly.

I moved as fast as my new body allowed me, I got up from my huge chair dropping a bunch of crumbs, the back pain disappeared from my mind as I walked to the door of the surveillance room to lock the door, and then I returned to my comfortable chair to continue watching the show.

I changed each of the security cameras to focus on those perfect bodies, their steps were arrogant, and their shirts were soaked with sweat, at no time did they stop looking at the security cameras smiling, or flirting with me through the computer.

They all stopped in front of the dairy aisle and one by one, they started removing their shirts. revealing their perfect, muscular bodies. I couldn't resist for another second, and I searched between my fat crotch to find my small penis. With the tips of my fingers, I began to jerk off while my gaze focused on my old body.

-Damn Bob... you're doing so fucking good with my body- in just a couple of seconds my security guard uniform was soaked with sweat. Maybe the smell of the sweat from this body was the worst part, but right now I didn't care at all, all I could think about was the show I was receiving right now.

The pleasure didn't last long, I was now a premature ejaculator, my hands were covered in the hot smelly goo, -Fuuuuuck!- I screamed with my hoarse voice as the last drops came out of my little cock, I had to admit it, this body had the best orgasms, and I was an addict, I let my thoughts wander as I caught my breath, and I remembered how this all started, how it made me addicted to all this…

One second I was lifting weights at the gym and the next I was in a disgusting and smelly public bathroom holding a phone with one of my Instagram pictures in one hand and the other was submerged in a thick layer of white hair holding an unknown penis… I had so many questions, but I wanted to rub my cock with this calloused hairy hand even more…

I still don't know how Bob swapped our bodies, every day I woke up in Bob's smelly fat body was a new nightmare, especially with the real Bob sending me erotic pictures and forcing me to masturbate in his body, it's amazing that several months later I'm actually enjoying my new life... I get hot selfies of my old body and my friends, and occasionally Bob sends me a video of himself jerking off to the thick, veiny piece of meat I used to have between my legs.

Maybe life as a middle-aged mall guard is alrigh, actually like my new beard!

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The incident: positive reinforcement training

-This time try to focus on my biceps, faggots like you love this stuff don't you?- I flexed my huge arms even harder, making my veins stand out, a spicy aroma wafted from my armpits and made my nose itch a little, But it seems I'm not the only one who could smell it.

I could feel how the real Kyle's huge, hairy belly was inches from my muscular back, But not only that I could feel how he was trying to disguise that he was actually floating his tiny, nasty cock between my firm ass. 

-Yes... sir we love it- Kyle said trying to pretend he wasn't doing anything kinky, I looked at our reflection in the mirror we both had in front of us and couldn't help but let out a smile at the thought that in just a couple of weeks I had bent in the mind of this arrogant gym coach.

-I thought to myself, “Kinky, I could let you rub your little cock in one of my armpits... when you finish the household chores of course- 

I'd like to say that I planned this body swap, but it was actually an accident, it was another one of those terrorist attacks with that experimental body swapping gas that was stolen some time ago from SwapCorp.

 One second I was almost passing out on the treadmill feeling like complete shit and the next I was posing in front of the bathroom mirror feeling as powerful as a Greek god, I thought I had passed out and right now my brain was creating the most erotic fantasy it could have created.

But as soon as I heard the screams coming from the gym I knew something wasn't right...at least to the rest of the guys out there, here everything was as perfect as the perfect powerful biceps I now had. 

Kyle worked at this gym as a trainer, although he spent more time talking to hot girls than helping me lose weight. So he was not pleased to end up in my fat, short, middle-aged body.

The government told us they were already working on a solution for this, but, there have been these terrorist attacks before and as far as I've known none of them have gotten their bodies back so I think it was just a lie so as not to scare people like Kyle. 

I thought it would be the last time he would look at my old greasy face, but it seems Kyle was attached to his body more than I imagined, The next day Kyle showed up at my apartment door to take me to the gym, in his own words “I'm not going to let a fat guy like you throw away all the time I've worked on MY BODY.”

It was easy enough to adapt to his routine, especially Because a week after we exchanged our bodies Kyle showed up again at my door With a couple of suitcases, “I can't trust a pig like you to neglect my diet, I'm sure you still have all that junk you like to eat around here...” But I knew the truth, Kyle had been fired from his job, who the fuck would trust him to train him now that he's the fattest guy in the whole gym? 

Later that night I found him on the couch sniffing my stinky gym shorts, It was so disgusting to see my body in such a pathetic position... but fun. 

I walked out of my room and with my big huge feet I stood in front of him, Kyle Faggot didn't even know what to say, he just lay there on the couch looking down at me with one hand on his dick and the other with my dirty boxers in the other near his face. 

Without saying a word I pulled my thick cock out of my shorts, which used to belong to the real Kyle and held it in front of his face, I could see how the spicy and dirty smell of my cock made him increase the rhythm with which he was breathing, He didn't even look me in the eyes, his gaze was totally fixed on the long and thick 10 inch cock that he used to use every day. 

-Come on pig... you are lucky that a stud like you let a pig like you suck my cock- Kyle held the base of my cock and slowly took it into his mouth savoring every drop of the pre seminal fluid, his face looked happy as if he had waited all his life for this moment.

I couldn't hold back any longer and grabbed him by what little thin hair he had left on his middle aged head and forced him to swallow my cock completely, I then began to fuck his mouth, my hips moved back and forth as Kyle jerked off, his cock was so pathetic he only needed 2 fingers to hold his little sausage. 

I had to admit that since coming in Kyle's body I had fucked so many women in such a short time that I had lost count, but there was something about my old, wet, dirty mouth that made me extremely horny. 

I pushed my cock deep into Kyle's mouth and filled it with my cum, then I pulled away from him letting him get some air, As soon as Kyle recovered he took my cock again and like a man lost in the desert Kyle cleaned my cock as if it were the last drops of water for miles.

I think something snapped in Kyle's head from that day on, The arrogant, cocky bodybuilder disappeared completely, He became more like a faithful dog that does what I tell him for a bone, I know Kyle would say it out loud, but I'm sure he likes his new life in my old body better. 

Maybe someday they will find a cure for this “incident” but I don't think Kyle will give up his new life at my side. 

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Heyo! Hello again, I hope you like this story as well as the other stories of the "INCIDENT", where again a small terrorist group has released the experimental body swap gas, which can slightly alter people's minds at the time of the exchange, and of course this group is not led by me (wink wink) anyway, if you want to see more experiences of more people when exposed to the gas you can take a look at my previous stories or if you want to see even more you can support me on my page and have access to my stories, I just published a new story about 2 stepbrothers affected by the swap gas.

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You used to post real stuff. Now it’s all AI crap. You should be ashamed you lazy ass.

At least this "lazy ass" has a user name and actually posts stuff. Next time please don't hide behind anonymous

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This sort of debate around AI usage is fascinating to me, and I'm curious where the community will end up once the dust settles. Certainly we've seen a lot of trends flash and then die-- it's been ages since I've seen a heavy amount of AI-dubbed videos, and I'm glad because all three robot voice options felt like nails across the chalkboard of my soul. I'd much rather see people take that script and type it out. But I have to admit the Verus Poll did not go how I would have hoped, so this seems like a good of a time as any to create official thoughts on the matter.

The TL;DR is that I have a lot of personal issues with our community using AI for writing, but honestly I have no issues with our community using AI photos or video. The key phrase here is "our community".

When it comes to writing, I share a lot of the general concerns people have with generative AI. I am very unhappy about where the training text came from, I am not thrilled about the massive environmental impact of using AI, and in general there's something about it that absolutely rubs me the wrong way. I've seen it said, and I love the phrase-- if you can't be bothered to write it, why should I be bothered to read it? I've never seen anyone answer that question in a way that I find satisfying.

Now, is using AI to draft, brainstorm, or edit different than having AI create 100% of the text? Yes, it is. Do I think it is enough of a distinction to matter? Personally, I do not. (And here is a good place to point out that spellcheck and grammar check is not generative AI, fuck off with that disingenuous straw man argument.) I'm here to share my creative sparks with the community, and to receive them in return. I'm not interested in receiving AI sparks, and the moment I know that AI is involved, the whole thing becomes tainted to me. And if that means I see less excellent stories, well, that's a choice I'm forcing upon myself. I'm not mad at people who have different opinions about using AI to draft, brainstorm or edit. I am mad at people who have different opinions about pure creation. (I do greatly appreciate people who are up front about their AI usage, so thank you Verus for tagging them, and I look forward to seeing more of your non-AI work. If that makes me an old man shaking my fist at clouds, so be it.)

When it comes to pictures and video, well, my opinions differ. If you hadn't guessed by now, I'm on B4B's side here. Now, obviously I'm biased here. (Or maybe it's not obvious, but that's your problem and not mine.) I have no issues with B4B's recent work even if I would never personally create it myself. Yes, Generative AI stole from artists in the same way it stole from authors, and yes, it does have the same environmental issues. And to be honest, outside of the community usage, I strongly oppose Gen AI for artwork. The eBook I published used Creative Commons material for all visual elements, and that was an important personal boundary for me.

So why don't I have an issue with Generative AI visuals within the community? It's very simple, and it comes down to one of the oddities that this community has danced around for decades, now-- we don't own these photos. There is no artist who is being robbed a potential commission payment because we were never going to be paying an artist in the first place.

Granted, Photoshop and photo manips do muddy the waters here, because that is absolutely a skill I would pay for if it were cost effective, and I absolutely want those people to at least get recognition for their work. But that still isn't Generative AI. Manipulating a photo takes actual work, in a way that writing a command prompt into the AI engine never will. But again... the community is doing this for free. Ko-Fi and Patreons aside, we're here to share and receive. People trying to monetize the community without having the passion for it never last long.

Don't try and tell me you can just post stories without photos. If you want your work to be seen, it requires providing photos. One of the biggest draws to how many notes a story will get involves which photos were used as part of the narrative. You cannot convince me otherwise, I have 50+ posts of incidental evidence. There's no way any of us are paying the various celebrities and influencers to use these photos-- be honest, we're not even getting permission. For better or worse, it's part of how this community rolls. What's the difference between a photo of Levi Conely and a photo of an AI muscle dude if you aren't paying for either?

If you hate AI photos because the Uncanny Valley affect takes you out of the mood-- that's absolutely fine and very understandable. I support people who hate AI photos for this reason, even if it's not my personal stance. If I hate AI editing, brainstorming, and drafting, you can hate fake looking photos. It's only fair, and at least it's a sound argument. But if you hate AI photos because of some sort of moral superiority, I recommend you take a second look. You're not standing on as much high ground as you think.

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Gardening service: Jerry and son

Grandpa Jerry can't stand it when his lazy grandson Cameron ruins the family business and everything he's worked so hard for for so many years, so he uses the family's magic necklace to make a wish and come out of retirement to take over the family business once again.

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Go from 14% body fat to over 100 kilograms overweight

When I opened my eyes I was confused, the first thing I saw was still a huge 6 foot alpha male, his muscles swollen from exercise, beads of sweat sliding down from his concrete-hard chest to my face.

-Are you okay, old man? Damn, that was a huge fall, I thought you had died something like that... At your age, you should be more careful with your new body-

That voice was so familiar it made my head even more confused, I immediately recognized that man's face, it was the face I used to see every morning, I used to be perfect I was the ideal man before all this shit, I looked down just to check that this wasn't another one of my nightmares, instead of my tiny waist, my colossal pecs and my sculpted abs, I only found two jelly-like middle-aged man boobs, a chest almost as hairy as my grotesque that's Saturday like a mountain, I couldn't even see my legs now, and it had been weeks since I'd seen my own penis. 

-I... yeah, I just think I passed out or something... -

I could barely breathe, the repulsive smell of my aging skin made me nauseous, the doctor told me I would get used to it after a couple of weeks, but it's been over two months and I don't think I'll ever get used to it and the doctor just said that to make me feel better at the time. 

-You should take it easy Jo, if you overdo it... too much I could stay with your body forever... if you know what I mean-

The 60 year old man who had possession of my body smiled at me with those perfect white teeth he used to be so proud of and did a double biceps pose while a huge erection struggled to get out of his tiny sweatpants, the veins seemed to want to burst in his long powerful arms and his cock throbbed every time he turned his gaze to the mirror.

Only 10 more months... only 10 more months of this hell, and I swear never again to exchange bodies with someone... I was counting the days to get out of this horrible body, as a personal trainer I used to do this kind of exchange with my clients, 6 hours inside the body of different people, the gym was state of the art and allowed the clients and trainers to exchange their bodies for a few hours for us trainers to do the rough work for them. 

It was a very expensive service and even though most of the profits went to my boss and SwapCorp they had enough money in my bank account, so I didn't have to worry about money... but I wanted more.

Luxury cars, a huge house on the beach, trips abroad, I used to dream about all that, before Mr. Guzman showed up outside my job, Mr. Guzman was the typical job that most of the trainers at my gym would turn down, he was 60 years old, what little hair he had left on his head was on the sides and back, he weighed around 170kg, he was so dwarf that I had to look down to talk to him, and he had never set foot in a gym in his life.

I liked the challenges and the gambling commission I would get if I took another client to the gym, I started to explain to him what we were doing here, but to my surprise Mr. Guzman had other plans, I walked next to him until we got to the parking lot and to my surprise Mr. Guzman offered me a free ride to my house in his limo, it was the first time I got in one, and it was much better than the subway train or the bus.

He told me how difficult it was for him to lose weight and even more difficult to follow a strict diet, he had tried everything, but nothing seemed to work, until SwapCorp offered him a solution. They gave him my record as a trainer and my stats, 100% success rate in weight loss for my clients, and he knew I was right for the job. 

-How would you like a one-year contract? -

He handed me some papers that I signed immediately when I saw the huge number that was shown on the paper, it was so many fucking dollars that I didn't even know what that fucking high number was called, I would never have to work, as soon as that money was mine I would have absolutely everything I ever wanted....

But now all I want to do is go back in time and never sign that shit.

They took me to one of their best clinics and started the body swapping process, my consciousness was transferred to Mr. Guzman's old brain and vice versa, I had done this every day since I was 18, but... I had never stayed more than 2 hours in one body. 

It always felt strange to go from my glorious body of 14% body fat to a body over 100 kilograms overweight, but at the end of the day I would return to my real body and enjoy my life as the man everyone wanted to be and all the women wanted to sleep with... but this time it wasn't like this.

Mr. Guzman did not stop touching every corner of his new body, he did not even care that I or the doctors were in the same room when he took out his huge penis to give himself his first handjob, we all remained silent while Mr. Guzman used the calluses on his hands that had taken me so long to get in the gym to masturbate, I could not even look away when he rubbed his balls with both hands and then brought his hands to his nose and gave the biggest breath of his life.

-Fuuuuuuuuuck I SMELLED AMAZING! -

I knew Mr. Guzman was the worst client I would ever work with in my entire life, we rode back to his house in his limo and he completely ignored me, he didn't seem to listen to anything I said about eating or exercises to remember while in my body, he just said.

-Yeah whatever, I'll pay someone later to teach me all that boring shit, now let me enjoy my new body...oh and don't call me Mr. Guzman that's...well someone else, call me Jo Lidner...fuck Jo, that sounds hot-

Said Mr. Guzman as he again massaged his cock over his new sweatpants. 

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The Incident: It's not her

-It's not her, It's not her, It's not her- I repeated over and over again from the laundry room where I was hiding, between one of my hands I held my small slippery cock and with the other I held the gym clothes of " Mama,” his tank top was completely soaked with his hot, sticky sweat and his boxers were so wet that he could squeeze the sweat out and drink it like the most delicious juice.

I felt like hell doing this with my mother's clothes... but she was no longer my mother or at least that's what I told myself to try to silence the guilt, "Mama" or rather Frank was living with me and we were increasingly In the same room all I could think about was kneeling before his long hairy legs and taking out his huge cock and worshiping his huge hairy shaft.

It had been a big surprise for the whole family that my own mother was one of those affected by one of those incidents that a group of terrorists were causing throughout the country. This time it happened in the supermarket. My mother was shopping at the supermarket when they released that gas everywhere.

When we saw the news about the terrorist attack we tried to call mom, but no one answered. And hours later the police knocked on our door to bring “mom” back to her home.

I and dad stayed silent for several minutes watching a huge hairy man, almost 2 meters tall, enter our house with a bag full of groceries. “Mom” looked quite embarrassed. His movements were totally feminine and contrasted with that body. A thick beard. It covered his face and the thin fabric of his tank top revealed his muscular, hairy chest.

“Mama” ran to hug us with his long, strong arms, while a couple of tears of sadness stained his handsome face. Mom still didn't control his strength so that strong hug only made things even more awkward between us.

All of this was too much for my dad, He… just stayed silent for days, the house had never felt so bad, but luckily I lived alone and was only visiting to help mom and all the changes she was going through.

A week after the Incident, Mama arrived at my apartment with a suitcase in her hand and with a sad expression on her face.

-Your father and I... we are taking some time-

I knew what that meant dad was always very homophobic, that's the reason I left home, when I came out of the closet dad had the same reaction, ignoring me completely, but this time it was his own wife who was now a “faggot”

At first Mom's posture, movements and way of speaking were very effeminate, when we went to buy some clothes I heard some boys call us “faggots” without knowing that I was only shopping with my mother, but now I barely recognize her .

In just one month Mom started to change, she seemed much happier with her much younger and fit body, she started going to the gym and made new friends, loud, smelly, and extremely masculine guys, little by little Mom got used to his new friends and his new body and he completely became “Frank” Not only with his friends but also with me.

He stopped behaving like a 50-year-old lady and became a muscular airheaded caveman. When he's not devouring everything in the refrigerator while watching a football game in front of the TV, he's fucking some girl in what used to be my room. .

-That loser? Oh yes it's my... friend, his ex just left him and I let him sleep on my couch... but don't worry about him, now let me see those huge tits... -

That's usually his excuse when he brings a girl to my apartment, to fuck her loudly all night. And I... well, I sneak into the laundry room so I can listen much better as he fucks a new girl while I masturbate with her clothes, just like now.

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Stepdad and son time

-Calm down old man, A cigarette won't ruin “My” body-

My stepfather Steve smiled confidently at me and then flexed his huge arms just to reinforce his point.

-I even think they are a little bigger than the last time you saw them, right Steve?-

Despite being outdoors the powerful aroma that came from the smoke reached my nose, that aroma was so familiar, but at the same time it was different I could remember the taste, however I had never tasted one. It was the old and dry lips of my stepfather, those Who remembered the delicious and soothing taste of that horrible habit.

-Oh! How rude I have been... Do you want any of this?? -

Steve took a couple of steps towards me and held the cigarette towards my face, the same face he had left behind 3 years ago. I'm not sure how he did it, but I have no doubt that he is to blame for what I now look like. As an overweight, middle-aged Southern man, I couldn't resist the soothing taste of a good cigarette.

Suddenly my mind relaxed and all the hatred I felt for the guy who had ruined my life vanished. Steve looks as damn happy and confident as the last time I saw him. We continue fishing, drinking and talking as if we were really a couple. Stepfather and his son having a good time, son of a bitch…

When I lived with my mom, he and I never got along well, sometimes we went days without talking even if our room was only a couple of meters away. To me, Steve was just a lazy idiot who was lucky to find someone like my mom.

Although my mom tried to get us closer multiple times, she didn't succeed, Steve and I were very different. I used to be a sports fan, I spent time with my friends playing all day or sweating in the gym, but all that changed when I turned 21 years old, Steve suddenly began to take an interest in my life in a somewhat obsessive way. He started watching the videos I posted about my workouts on Instagram and looking at my friends' profiles.

But the most obvious proof that he was the cause of all this was that just a week after we "mysteriously" woke up in the other's body, Steve left the house in the middle of the night with my motorcycle, the selfish bastard. The only thing he left me was his social security number and a small message:

“I'm sorry that we couldn't find out what caused us to exchange our bodies, but I think we should both continue with our lives. Take care of your mother and don't worry... I'll go visit.”

Since that day my life has been shit, I don't know what the fuck he did to me, but since that day I've had to fight every day with that little voice in my head That makes me act like an idiot, Sometimes and all I can think about is How damn hot it is in the house and how good I could use a six-pack of beer. I guess he thought he would do me a favor by doing that to me to blend in more, or maybe I'm just his trash can where he dumped his shitty habits including his taste in women and Susan, my mother.

Every night before I go to sleep I try to be so fucking drunk that I forget what I do at night with my own mother and when I can't get my mother to give me money for the beers I masturbate furiously in the bathroom to relieve my desire for the disgusting sex with mom

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Happy New Year to all the male bodyswap community

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Late Christmas gift

I looked at the kitchen clock again, “6:36PM” It had only been 2 minutes since I last looked, after that I looked at the phone just to confirm that the time was correct, Maybe Grandpa Greg's flight had missed. Delayed? We hadn't seen each other, I placed my grandfather's glasses over my eyes, which I had easily gotten used to always having at my side.

I hated these stupid glasses, Grandpa's eyes work as much as his tiny, wrinkled cock, it's been over a year since me and Grandpa swapped bodies, I'd forgotten to buy a damn gift for Grandpa Greg, I didn't even know he liked me. To old people before I became one... I should have given him a foot massager. This huge belly makes my feet so tired that I prefer not to move from the couch for hours.

Anyway, I didn't have a gift, so I just wrote on a piece of paper “Valid for any gift.” How the hell was I supposed to know that what I wanted for Christmas was to be young again?”

The day after Christmas we simply woke up in each other's bodies and the worst thing of all is that we can't say anything about this ridiculous body swapping! Every time I try to tell my parents or one of my friends that I'm trapped in my grandfather Greg's obese, disgusting decrepit body, those thoughts just disappear from my mind and I start talking like I'm a 60-year-old old man. The last time I tried to tell my ex-girlfriend Stephanie, I “woke up” at the racetrack showing off my enormous stomach with a pipe in my lips and several empty beer cans around me.

But all this would end soon... or at least it was supposed to. We had tried everything to swap again, we even watched a long marathon of body swap movies to try various methods, but nothing worked... the only solution was to try to recreate what caused this problem in the first place, I just had to give him the same gift, and he would write “my body back” or something like that.

My family was preparing for dinner when suddenly a sound that came from my cell phone made me put the beer I was drinking on my huge belly.

“I'm sorry kid, but I didn't know how to tell you in person, I decided to leave things as they are for a while, I still have things to do with your body, but don't worry I'll be back for the new year... maybe, I just met a guy incredible on the beach and I wouldn't want to ruin it”

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The great Shift: Material Girl

Have you ever dreamed of waking up to the ripped, sweaty body of a bodybuilder with biceps as big as your head? Well, Mary probably didn't. But after the Great Shift, she didn't have a choice. But don't worry about her, she's never been happier or more popular than she is now. Rumor has it that she could win the national cheerleading competition this year.

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Video-quota

Seven missed video calls, 12 messages and a photo of his old, wrinkled cock The title “I'm ready” had lately become more suffocating than usual, he had interrupted my music so many times while I was working out that I was about to block him, but while If he kept his mouth shut the deal was still worth it.

I waited for the locker rooms to empty before starting the show, my locker was in the deepest part of the locker room so that no one would interrupt me, in addition to my exercise routine this was also already a routine for me.

I opened my locker, I started the video call with the guy and put the phone at a good angle, I looked at the young body that I used to want so much, and now it was completely mine, spending all my pension money on that body swapping spell was the best decision I had made in my 78 years of life.

I thought I would have more trouble dealing with the real Anthony who was now inside my old, obese body. I thought I would have to make up a story about why he was obsessed with me and call the police, but I guess something of me was left behind. My body when I traded it for Anthony's, That would make sense why I too have adapted to my new life very well, I didn't even know how to use a damn phone before I became a 19-year-old stud.

When he finally answered I could see my old face -H-Hello, how was the training?- For some reason hearing his voice made me angry So I just ignored him and started with what we were both there, I took off my shirt showing my colossal pecs, Immediately the real Anthony who was now in my room inside the nursing home took out his tiny cock and began to masturbate. I was trying not to look at his face that reminded me of who he used to be, but the sound of his heavy breathing caught my attention.

I started doing the poses he practiced every morning in front of the mirror, I had to be honest. I was turned on too, but I was saving the raging erection showing between my legs for someone better than a fucking perverted old.

-Oh...damn, you're fucking hot today...-

A small arrogant smile formed on my lips when he said that, I had become a little arrogant since I took his body, I placed the palm of my calloused hands on my tanned muscular tits, and began to press them, after a great day of exercises, the strong pressure of my fingers on my pectorals felt very good.

My small nipples were enjoying the touch of my calloused hands, I was still surprised at how sensitive they were. That tickling feeling made me remember the scenes of men who had enjoyed these tits. The last one seemed really excited when he masturbated between them.

The sound of a loud moan brought me out of my thoughts, his greasy old face while ejaculating was disgusting, I couldn't help but grimace with my face as I looked at that face that reminded me of the pig I used to make.

- Thanks, that was... - I picked up the phone and canceled the call before he could finish. I had finally finished my “quota.” I started to undress completely so that after going to the showers, hopefully I can find someone worth fucking and get rid of the painful erection that was moving between his meaty legs.

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