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Excalibur (1988) #4

Excalibur & Crazy Gang: Massive Body Swap

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Action Comics (1938) #414

Superman & Civilian: Body Swap

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The Schlub #1 - #6

Superhero & Civilian: Body Swap

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Superboy (1949) #71

Superboy & Krypto: Body Swap

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[hauntedestarchives]

A 6-part Story Series by erotic_synchronicity.

An all-timer that is tragically unfinished and abandoned. Slow burn nerd/jock bodyswap, it's probably the most realized I've ever seen that trope done- the writing is simply gorgeous, with actual personality for the leads, genuine chemistry, and incredibly hot sex (and solo) scenes.

[swapsrus]

My Body, His Mistake

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

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

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

But James got drunk. Really drunk.

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

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

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

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

Will’s stomach dropped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the random old stranger was keeping his.

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

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

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

———

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

It was a text from his old phone number.

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

The message read:

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

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

His perfect body was gone forever.

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

[rawfotos]

[limbel]

the body swap episode we deserved

[limbel]

arthur's pov in the body swap ep

[hauntedestheart]

Upcoming animated film from France about a vain gay influencer who teams up with a twink to try to find a cure for a mysterious illness that is turning Paris's gay men into out of shape straight guys... sounds like a plot that could be ripped from this site.

[zzzzzbored]

Dad?

Reblog from Takeover Tales

I spent the weekend with my dad’s who had grown a lot since I last saw him. Isn’t he the one who is supposed to tell me that? His body mass was much larger and now he looked like he could kick my ass while sitting. It didn’t bother me, I kind of liked it. You see, my parents got a divorce after my dad started acting a little strange and that was about three years go. I hadn’t seen him since. It’s almost as if he appeared out of nowhere after disappearing out of my life.

My mother dropped me off outside, failing to build up enough courage from the drive to come in and at least say hello. I didn’t blame her, she had been through a lot and I wasn’t going to give her any more shit than she deserved. That was very little. I stood outside with my bag hung over my shoulder and my book bag leaning against my leg. I pulled the strap over my body and walked right up to the door. Without hesitation, the door opened and I was greeted by a bear of a man. This was my father.

“Dad?” I asked, he looked nothing like he used to but I could still see it in his face. I think it was the nose because it was the same as mine.

“Yeah. I would hope so. Look at you! Man do we have some catching up.” He grabbed my bags and then placed them on the sofa. Beyond the foyer we passed an office with an executives desk placed in the center and an apple computer’s apple light glowing in the dark. I could make out various office items such as books leaning against each other underneath a lamp and a cup filled with mechanical pencils, each one with a brand new eraser. To the right there was the door that lead to the garage. As we moved along we reached a hallways leading to the guest bedroom which belonged to me for the weekend and the guest bathroom at the end which was beach themed with bowls of shells on shelves and sand dollar soaps. We reached the kitchen and living room combo after the hallway and the roof grew immensely, a giant fan centering the ceiling. The marble counter tops reflected the light from the center of the fan and there were pots and pans filled with the meal for the evening. In the living are, two sofas faced each other with a table in the center, a vase with orange flowers was a nice addition. On the wall was an abstract orange painting with streaks of paint thrown across the canvas. The dining room matched the dark wood of the kitchen cabinets and down the center was a fabric accent with orange stripes and on top of it was a bowl or oranges. Behind the table was the view of the backyard with its green grass and carefully placed lawn chairs. The master bedroom wasn’t for my eyes.

“It smells great!” I let the aroma of the spinach and cheese pasta fill my nose as he pulled it off. The Asiago cheese was gooey as he set the table and the sound of water pouring into my glass made me smile.

“So, how have you been. I know that the last time I saw you we weren’t really on good terms.” He took a sip of water before placing a piece of ravioli in his mouth, a single strand of cheese stretching from plate to lips.

“Well, you weren’t on good terms with mom but I’ve been busy. I got into Yale and I will be going this fall.” I sipped to the accomplishments.

“Yale? Wow. When I was al…well, I’m proud of you.” He smiled. It was still odd seeing his face work since it was a bit rounder. His skin moved differently.

“I’m also gay.” I tried to avoid eye contact as I put a ravioli in my mouth. If he yelled at me it would give me something to do while I listened. In fact, I would have just chewed it and ignored his torment.

“Interesting.” He smiled.

“Yeah.” I gulped down the cheese and looked at him. He wasn’t going to yell or maybe I had spoken too soon?

“You aren’t going to be treated differently.” He said. I found out that weekend was that what he really meant was: “I’m not going to beat you or scream like other dads but that doesn’t mean I won’t do other things.”

I was in bed when I heard the whispers. We had just finished watching a movie together and as the credits rolled past I yawned, cuing us to sleep. I followed the whispers past the kitchen with its spacious cooking area and the dining room with its orange accents and to the crack in the master bedroom door. There was a perfect view of the bed which had my father sprawled out on top of it. His cock was erect and flowing out from it was a white cloud, coming together just above his body. My dad’s back was arched as this white mist flew out of him and then he fell back onto the comforter as it started to turn into what looked like a human being. Then the guess was confirmed, floating above my father was the ghostly form of a burly man.

“Man, I can’t wait to screw your son. I Just have to figure out how to let him let me.” He was talking to himself as he floated around the room. My father snored on the bed and rolled to get comfortable. “Oh no you don’t.” He shoved himself back into my father’s erect cock, causing him to arch his back once more. His hands wrapped themselves up in the blankets as he grabbed them, moaning and writhing as this spirit took his body. He took control quickly, I could tell from the way he looked at his hands. “Man, you’re one hot fucking catch. Three years of shaping you to be the perfect host and now you fit like a glove.” He patted his stomach and then rolled over. I waited quietly trying to listen to him and then I heard his snoring and took that as a reason to leave.

The following morning I received a text in my phone, the vibrations on the wood causing me to wake up. I groggily looked at the photo and it was my father. He was only wearing underwear and had his arm above his head. He was posing for me. For a second I almost passed off the previous night as a dream but the moment I saw the picture I knew that he wasn’t my dad. He quickly came into my room to apologize for that and made up this story about how it was supposed to go to someone he had been dating or whatever but I saw right through that bullshit.

“You can stop acting. I know it’s not you in there.”

“What?”

“I know you’re a ghost or something.” I could see his cock pressing against the inside of his pajama pants and then I felt my own beginning to grow.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You can pretend all you want but I saw you last night. Not you my dad but the you that can float in and out of his body. ‘Like a glove’ is what you said, I think.” I was desperately trying to hide my boner from him.

“Aha. You sneaky bastard. I knew I liked you the moment I saw you.” He sat down on the bed and I moved over to make room.

“So, what do you want?” I asked.

“I’ve gotten everything I wanted. I’m living again and your dad is the perfect body. You think so too.” He reached over and touched the tenting blanket. I tried to pull away but he grabbed it and I cringed. It felt good.

“Stop.”

“You like it. If you didn’t you wouldn’t have popped one the moment you saw me.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“C’mon, son. You want it.” He had started crawling over me, his heavy body causing the bed to have an even bigger indention. I could feel the heat of his own cock and he pushed himself against me, his bulge rubbing against my own. He repeated this and then lowered his face to mine, kissing me passionately. I didn’t refuse and instead of pushing him away I reached up and pulled him in. He ripped off the blanket and pulled off everything that I was wearing, almost ripping it because of his strength. It was easy for my to push off his bottoms with my leg and I felt his massive meat land just above my own. I chuckled as he smiled and then he forcibly flipped me over. I used the pillow to muffle my screams as he plowed me with his rod, slamming me into the headboard as he penetrated my hole. He rhythimcally fucked me in the guest bedroom and he grabbed my hair like he was riding me like an animal. I grabbed at the pillow pressing it harder and harder, biting into the cotton to keep me from screaming. It felt amazing as he rammed me with his cock and out of the combination of happiness and pain, a tear dropped onto the pillow case.

“Oh fuck YES!” I screamed finally. I couldn’t hold it any longer.

“Your hole is so tight it feels fucking amazing.” He grunted and I tightened just to milk it out of him. I moaned as I started to push myself away from the headboard to keep myself from hitting it and I could feel his pulsating cock being to blow. He filled me up with his sweet fluid and let out a roar as he came. The thrusts slowed down and eventually he pulled out. I rolled over and curled up into him, his hairy body laid out before me. I circled his nipple with my finger and he used his arm to bring me in for a kiss. We laid there blissfully and I almost wanted to smoke a cigarette like most people do in the movies but instead, I kissed him this time.

“You can keep my dad. I wasn’t a big fan of him before anyways. I was too scared to come out of the closet and he were in control he probably would have kicked my ass.”

“If it makes you feel any better he would have. I could feel it.” He tapped his forehead.

“It does make me feel better.” I curled back up into him and I didn’t want this weekend to end.

Well, it did. Yale was coming up and I wasn’t going to be seeing my dad as often so I was going to have to fill up the rest of the summer with him. My mom didn’t mind and my dad definitely didn’t mind.

[bodyswapcomics]

Swap Class 101 Issue 1A - A body Swap Comic

This comic is based on the swap class idea. Storyline and dialogue written by me and images generated by AI

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Swap Class 101 Issue 1B - A body Swap Comic

This comic is based on the swap class idea. Storyline and dialogue written by me and images generated by AI

[bodyswapcomics]

Swap Class 101 Issue 1C - Body Swap Comics

This comic is based on the swap class idea. Storyline and dialogue written by me and images generated by AI

[strangemaleswaps]

Strange Double Dad Swap

Hunter:

It was a regular day. My boyfriend, Quinn, and I were hanging around my house on a Saturday. We had just finished breakfast and were deciding what to do.

“Man it's way too hot today. I don't feel like doing anything,” Quinn announced. It was true, there was definitely a heat wave going on or something. Normal people would stay inside, but a certain someone had other plans.

“Hey boys!” My dad walked into the room with a determined look on his face.

“Hey dad. What's up?”

“I'm gonna go fix that hole on the roof. The neighbors paid for the damages their kids did to it, but somebody’s still gotta do the work.”

“Today?” It's too hot out.

“Well,” he said with a laugh. “You can't stop progress!”

Once he walked out to the garage and was out of earshot, Quinn spoke up.“Your dad is like the biggest workaholic ever.”

“I know right.”

“Better than being lazy…like you,” he teased.

“Hey!” We laughed and then decided to watch a movie.

Quinn:

A few hours later we were talking in our group chat with a couple old school friends. Somehow the topic got to Hunter's dad and how hot he was. He looked at me with a confused face.

“My dad?”

“You gotta admit. He's pretty hot.”

“What the hell? No way.”

“Well of course you would say that. He’s like…your dad. Duh.”

“Well what if I said your dad was hot? He really is actually.

”Ew. He did not just go there. The idea of my dad being considered hot by anyone, was an unsettling thought. Who could like a guy like him? He was always supportive of me and all, but tended to be overly formal in casual situations.

“My dad? Gross. He's like…all traditional and stuff.” He laughed.

“And how does that affect his looks?”

“It doesn't. I mean…well he's fat and has had the same ugly mustache since the 90s.”

“Well I happen to think the chubby mustache combo is pretty sexy…”

“Gross! Stop! Your dad is the sexy one! Those piercing hazel eyes…that fit bod…”

We got in each other's faces and after a couple seconds of silence, we flopped back onto the couch and started laughing.

“If anyone heard us just now, they'd think we were nuts!” Hunter said between laughs.

“True!” I replied. “Well whatever. What are we gonna do now? I'm still bored.”

“I have an idea,” he scooted closer to me and began stroking my pants.

“But your dad's home.”

“Yeah, but he's on the roof. He's such a perfectionist with all his projects; he'll be there all day.”

“Yeah I guess.” I let out a laugh. “Well then…shall we head over to the bedroom?”

Hunter:

As Quinn sucked my dick, all I could think about was his dad. How hot it would be to fuck him, and watch him cum. Man, that would be amazing. But it was only a dream. It would really make things awkward between Quinn and I, even if it somehow did happen. I guess the only thing I could do was close my eyes and pretend he was his dad. I leaned over and kissed him, pretending he had that sexy mustache.

“I'm gonna cum!” He said between breaths. He got onto his back and jerked while I did the same, sitting on top of him. My last thought was of his dad before I closed my eyes and came; The sound of Quinn’s moaning meant that he finished too - the same time as me. It was so intense that I started feeling a little lightheaded. Before I knew it, I blacked out.

Quinn:

I opened my eyes to find I was outside. What happened? The last thing I remember, we were messing around and I came. I've been known to get so exhausted afterward that I want to take a nap, but that was just straight up blacking out. Was this a dream? I looked around and realized that I was outside my dad's restaurant. What was I doing here? It was then that I noticed it was extra hot and I found that I was wearing long sleeves. I examined my clothes to see I was wearing a tie with a black shirt and vest combo. No wonder I was sweating my ass off. But I think I recognized the outfit. My dad's? That couldn't be…

I walked inside and scanned the area. I spent a lot of time at this restaurant as a kid so I knew the layout pretty well. I would probably get an explanation by talking to my dad, so I headed for his office, but was stopped by one of the waitresses.

“Hi Mr. Rivera! How are you today?” I had no idea who this waitress was but I didn't want to be rude so I greeted her back.

“I'm good. Thanks.” My voice came out raspier than usual. A little deeper too. What was going on?

I tried the door handle. Locked. Great. What was I supposed to do now? I took a seat on the nearby bench and it felt like I sat on something, but nothing was on the bench. I searched my back pockets and it was almost like my butt was bigger somehow. I grabbed a pair of keys - my dad's pair of keys. Oh god. What if…?

I quickly turned the keys and closed the door behind me. I felt around my front pockets and took out a phone - his phone. I opened the front camera and found his face staring back at me. Fuck no, this couldn't be happening! How did I switch bodies with my dad? What was I going to say to Hunter?

Hunter:

What happened? I opened my eyes to the blue sky, but looked down to find I was on the roof! What the hell?! I scanned the area and noticed that I was home…on the roof. Did my dad bring me up here somehow?”

“Hey dad! Where are you?” I said, but my voice came out weird. Deeper somehow. I caught sight of my hands and found I was wearing gloves that had some dirt on them. My dad's gloves? What was going on? When I noticed that I was wearing his clothes - the same clothes he was wearing earlier this morning - it suddenly hit me.

“What the hell! I'm my dad!” I screamed.

How did this happen? What was Quinn going to think? And how do I even get down from the roof…

Quinn:

I held the phone up to my ear and anxiously waited for my dad to pick up. I realized that if I was in his body, he must be in mine right? After a few seconds, it went to ringtone. I couldn't wait any longer so I decided to go there myself. It wasn't too long of a drive to Hunter's house at least. I walked through the restaurant, (thankfully no employees noticed me), and pressed the button on the keys to locate my car. The reflection in the car reminded me of what I looked like, but I tried to ignore it and got into the driver's seat. There, I could see a clear reflection of myself in the rear view mirror for the first time. It was definitely my dad's face. His double chin was so evident without any facial hair - well except for his ugly mustache. I touched it with two fingers and brushed along to see what it felt like. I grazed the back of my head to find the bald spot he had there. This was so gross! I turned the ignition and was on my way to figure out how to fix this!

Hunter:

After climbing down the ladder, I was back inside the house and I immediately headed towards the bedroom where Quinn and I fucked. There we found our bodies seemingly unconscious on the bed, in the same position we were in. It was really creepy.

“Hey uh. Dad? Wake up…” I said hesitantly. No response.

“Wake up!” I said even louder. No response.

They must be in a coma or something. Oh god what if I was stuck like this? I headed towards the bathroom and found my dad's face staring back at me in the mirror. I made different facial expressions and started to creep myself out. Thankfully I was interrupted by the sound of a car pulling into the driveway. I made my way and opened the front door just as Quinn's dad jumped out of the car, almost losing his balance as his feet hit the concrete

.“Sorry, I'm not used to this…” He looked up at me. “Oh uh I mean, hey there Mr. Patterson. Um, have you seen my uh son?”

I think I had an idea what was going on.

“Quinn?” I asked.

“Yeah? I mean- yeah that's his name…I mean…” He paused for a few seconds until he must've realized what had happened too.

“H-hunter? Is that you?”

“Yep. And that's really you in there?”

“Oh god. This sucks! What are we going to do? Wait, where are our bodies?”

“In the room where we last were. Whether or not our dads are in our bodies doesn't matter because they're unconscious or something.”

“So we're stuck like this?”Suddenly I had an idea.

“Well…you did say my dad was hot…”

“What are you getting at….OH.” Quinn replied as I smirked. “But…I mean...it's my dad's dick!”

“Yeah I know. But this may be your only chance to fuck my dad. Same thing for me too.”

“Well…being in a different body means I'm horny again so…”I leaned in for a kiss. The brushing of his mustache against my face felt amazing. Even better than I imagined!

“Shall we go?” Quinn said with a smile.

Quinn:

We didn't know what to do with our bodies so we just left them there and closed the door. Hopefully they wouldn't hear anything if they somehow were still conscious.We went into Hunter's dad's room and he immediately started stripping. He had the sexiest athletic body. Blond hair covered his entire chest and while he didn't have a six pack or anything, he had some pretty decent pecs.

Hunter looked into the mirror and made a frown.

“This is so gross!”

“Maybe don't look at your face in the mirror. Only look at the body.”

“I guess it's not as bad when I do that. But still…” He gazed at me with lust in his eyes. “Your turn.”

I so wasn't ready for this! But he hugged me and began to strip me himself, starting with my tie and vest. Each piece of clothing made my dad's chubby body more and more obvious. He started unbuttoning my shirt until the tank top underneath was revealed. I guess I didn't look as bad as I thought. My dad must've lost weight. I didn't want to go any further than that, but I also really wanted to feel his body against mine so I lifted the tank top off happily…but I was met with a terrifying surprise.

“Shit,” I said. My chubby rolls slapped the rest of my body as I gawked at myself in the mirror. It's no wonder that the tank top felt so constricting. It was holding in all that blubber.

I turned to Hunter and expected him to be upset, but was instead met with a sexy smirk. God, making his dad do those hot expressions was really turning me on.

“Wait you like this?” I asked.

“Of course. You're even bigger than I thought. An absolute muffin top.” He came from behind and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel my dick harden as much as it could and grasped it. It was still gross the idea that it was my dad’s dick but I didn't care. All that mattered was Hunter's sexy body.

He reached his hands over and grabbed my man tits. When he played with them, I experienced sensations I never felt before as a twink. Vibrations went through my body as he jiggled every bit of squishy flesh. I turned around to return the favor - I kneeled down and started sucking his cock. He was huge! Much bigger than what he had before. It wasn't any harder to take it in though; I guess my dad's mouth must've opened bigger than mine. He put his hands around the back of my head and started pushing his cock down my throat. Faster and faster, as I jerked myself.

Suddenly he stopped as I could feel the warm cum shoot down my throat at the same time I shot my own load. In one big gulp I swallowed it all and hopped onto my back, the flabby rolls jiggling as I did.

Afterwards we washed up and Hunter put on one of his dad's t-shirts, while I just put on what I had before, because I knew nothing would fit me. We walked back into Hunter's room to see if our dads had woken up, to find that they had disappeared completely. In fact, the whole room was magically cleaned up and the bed made, as if it was a guest room and always had been.

“So…I guess we're the dads now,” Hunter said with a smirk.

“And best of all, we don't have any sons,” I replied as I opened Grindr.

[amaxbodyswap]

Swapped bodies with my hot dentist… and fuck, I’m throbbing already.

I came in for a routine root canal check-up, already half-hard just from the thought of those tight green scrubs stretched across his broad chest. The second I sat in that chair, my cock betrayed me—pushing obscenely against my pants. His eyes dropped right to the bulge. He smirked for half a second… then blink.

Now I’m him.

I’m staring at myself—no, at his reflection—in the mirror of his own office, wearing his fitted green scrubs. The thin fabric clings to my new, muscular arms and chest, the V-neck dipping low enough to show a hint of collarbone and chest hair. The pants are snug around my thick thighs, the material soft and slightly worn from a long day of work. And these black nitrile gloves… fuck. They’re still warm from his hands, tight around my fingers, shiny, slightly sticky. The medical smell mixed with his natural musk is driving me insane.

My cock is rock-hard inside his underwear, leaking like a faucet. I can feel the warm, slippery precum soaking through the front, making the fabric cling to my swollen head. The scent is getting stronger—raw, horny, masculine. Every shift on this rolling stool makes the wet patch rub against me, teasing me more.

I’m so fucking horny in these scrubs. The gloves make everything feel filthier. I squeeze my bulge through the green pants with one gloved hand, the smooth, slick material gliding over the throbbing outline. The other gloved hand slides under the scrub top, pinching a nipple while I grind slowly against my palm. The rubbery texture, the way the gloves snap tight against my skin… it’s pure kink. I’m keeping them on. No way I’m taking these off.

I need to rub one out right here in his office—stroke this thick, borrowed cock with gloved hands while still wearing his scrubs. I can already imagine the wet sounds, the way the black gloves will look wrapped around my shaft, shiny with precum.

After I blow a massive load into these soaked underwear, I’m firing up Grindr as him. New profile pic in these exact scrubs and gloves. Someone’s getting railed by a dentist tonight—scrubs still on, gloves never coming off.

See you later, fuckers. This body swap just got way too hot.

[lucaisonsns]

Quick Lesson

My asshole uncle completely humiliated me at a family get-together just because I'm more on the feminine side. He even started spouting bullshit, making me out to be nothing but a sex-starved bottom. I wasn't about to let that slide.

Using my magic, I possessed him the second he got back home. I immediately hit record, fingering his filthy hole while moaning and rambling like a total slut. I sent the video straight to his brother which is my dad, and right on the edge of climax, I pulled myself out of his body. I wanted him to feel that orgasm in a completely new way, leaving him totally mind-fucked, drowning in a twisted mix of pure confusion and pleasure.