Ever found someone on a dating app who would be perfect for you, but they are just not interested? Same. I was in love with Joel from the first time I saw him, but he wasn’t looking for someone like me. His profile said 35+, which sucked. I mean look at how hot he is.
To get him even to reply to my messages, I made a new profile with my Dad’s picture and started talking to him. We hit it off immediately, and it seemed we were soulmates. But I hadn’t really thought this through. Messaging was one thing, but now he wanted to meet up. And so did I. I so badly wanted to see him. I started researching online and managed to find a way to shapeshift into my dad’s body. I was able to sneak into his room and borrow some of his clothes. I put on the clothes that were much too baggy for me and recited the spell. Within a few minutes, the baggy jockstrap pouch was filled with his dick, and the tshirt fitted nicely to my new frame.
Our first date was magical. We were so right for each other. He loved older guys, but loved that I was young at heart. It was sad when we had to say goodbye, but I knew we would see each other soon. Before I got home, I shifted back into myself, back to my small frame.
As the dates progressed, I grew more confident and started taking more and more of my Dad’s things. Watches, perfume, even his car once when he was out of the weekend. I was spending more and more time as him and less time as myself. Joel loved my dad bod so much, and I started to feel as if it was mine. It look me a while to get used to being this big, and the hair and the belly, but I felt so comfortable now. That weekend my Dad was away, Joel stayed the whole weekend in my dad’s room while my “son” was away. I even went to the gym and no one noticed a thing! I noticed that I am not quite as fit in the body, but it’s a sacrifice I am willing to take.
I loved Joel so much that I would do anything for him. I knew I wanted to be like this permanently. One night when my dad was sleeping, I quietly put one of my socks on one of his feet, hanging out of the duvet and recited the spell. He shrunk down into my form. I went back to my room as him and waited for morning.
I played along, just as shocked as he was that we had swapped. After a few hours, I suggested we needed to play each other’s role until we worked out how to swap back. Of course, after a few weeks, I still hadn’t found a solution, and slowly introduced my son to Joel At first, my son was apprehensive and didn’t warm to Joel, but I soon disciplined him.
Eventually Joel moved in with me and my son. I told my son to call my partner ‘Dad’ too. It was humiliating for him, since his new Dad was pretty much the same age, but I found it hot. I think he does too. Sometimes I noticed some tension between my boyfriend and my son at the breakfast table. I wonder if he has the hots for his stepdad. I wonder if his stepdad is fucking him behind my back. Possibly. Joel did tell me he keeps sending him gym pics asking for tips.
When we got engaged, my son realized that the timelines of our dating didn’t line up and we must have started months before the accidental swap. The game was up. I told him we were stuck like this now and there is nothing he could do to change it. Maybe it was harsh, but now he has his whole life ahead of him now and two fathers that love him.
Stiles read the cryptic text from Scott; if his best friend was asking to meet in the middle of the night, something strange must have been going on in Beacon Hills...again. He stepped out into the dark night to see Scott waiting outside, dressed in a black hoodie and blue jeans.
"So, what's the crisis?" Stiles asked with a grin. He loved the excitement of working on a new case, especially if it meant getting to see Derek.
"If I ask you something, do you promise to tell me the truth?" Scott asked Stiles.
"Of course," Stiles nodded.
"Do you have feelings for Derek?" Scott was staring at Stiles, carefully studying his reaction.
Stiles felt his heartbeat quicken as his palms grew sweaty, stuttering over his words. How had Scott figured it out? Was he really that obvious with his crush on Derek?
"I...uh...he..." Stiles couldn't even put a sentence together because he was feeling so flustered.
"It's fine if you do," Scott smiled reassuringly. "I just want to know."
Stiles sighed, nodding his head in affirmation. "I know he's sort of creepy and weird and...well, mean. But he's also protective and caring, even if he doesn't like to show it. I know it's really weird, but I can't stop thinking about him."
Scott's grin widened. "I thought that's how you felt."
Scott's body began to shift. At first Stiles thought he was wolfing out, but it wasn't a full moon. Scott grew taller and broader as his complexion paled. His hoodie changed material into a leather jacket while his blue jeans darkened and grew tighter on his muscular body. Stubble formed along Scott's jaw as his boyish good looks sharpened and matured, shifting into another face completely.
Stiles' jaw dropped in surprise. Derek Hale was now standing where Scott had been moments before.
"Derek...?" Stiles managed to ask, his eyes wide in alarm.
Derek looked at him with his piercing stare. "Hi, Stiles."
"What-" Stiles trailed off.
"You look a bit confused, so let me fill you in on what just happened. I had a feeling you had a crush on me, but I also knew you're too cowardly to ever admit it to my face. I figured you'd be much more willing to spill your guts to your best friend, so I asked Deaton to make me a potion that would let me temporarily shapeshift into Scott," Derek explained his plan to Stiles with a satisfied smirk.
"So it was you during that whole conversation?" Stiles gulped.
Derek rolled his eyes. "You can stop being so nervous, idiot. Do you really think I'd go through all this trouble to trick you into telling me how you feel if I wasn't also interested in you?"
Stiles blinked, taken aback. "You like me?"
Derek laughed, wrapping one of his arms around Stiles. "'Like' is a strong word. But I do find your bumbling ineptitude strangely alluring."
"So does that mean-" Stiles started.
Derek cut him off. "I think that's enough questions for now, Stiles," He whispered, leaning in to kiss Stiles.
Hi there! I was wondering if you have any good bodyswap fics, I'm searching for one that I read a long time ago and I was hoping to find it ! Thanks xx
Of course! I’ve included bodyswap even if it’s not derek x stiles swapped!
Fuzzy Logic (1/1 | 6,504 | Explicit)
Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.
Practical Magic for Beginners (1/1 | 2,994 | Explicit)
Dr. Deaton does not make it sound dirty; that comes from Stiles and Derek.
Je suis juste trop effrayé des loups (I am too afraid of wolves) (1/1 | 4,449 | Mature)
Derek shudders. He hears Stiles’s window slide open, and jerks in surprise. He thinks he should have known that someone was coming, and he’s relieved when he recognizes his own frame crouching in the window, waiting for permission. In which Stiles and Derek switch bodies, and it’s all that one witch’s fault.
Your Body’s My Body (1/1 | 10,016 | Not Rated)
Derek and Stiles get body swapped… Interesting things happen.
Might Not Make It Back (1/1 | 23,347 | Explicit)
Bodyswap. Because of the fun.
I’m you and you’re me (1/1 | 24,036 | Explicit)
It was just an intruder, nothing happened, they all left unhurt and everything was fine, but Derek realises that something has happened when he wakes up in a different room, not just any room, Stiles’ room.
“Oh, shit,” Stiles says, and flops as far backward as their mysterious body-swap connection will let him.
Woof Woof Cause I Ride It Good (1/1 | 1,609 | Mature)
Stiles and Derek end up in each other’s bodies. Derek sulks. Stiles twerks… in Derek’s body.
Not Exactly Comfortable (1/1 | 1,227 | PG-13)
“Ok, so this could be worse.” Which, on the whole, is probably not the most reassuring thing for Stiles to say right now.
Trust Fall (13/13 | 144,224 | Explicit)
Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it’s pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide.Great. Wait…does this mean he’s the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit.****Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over.They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn’t be calm and focused.Of course.
Petty Revenge (1/1 | 2,013 | Mature)
A Sterek heavy one-shot in which Scott and Derek switch bodies, Scott discovers Stiles is sleeping with Derek and Scott retaliates with an electric razor.Derek being Derek (as Scott), gets revenge. Thankfully they manage to switch back into their own body in no time, though the same can’t be said for their petty revenge.
packing heat (1/1 | 951 | PG)
“Well, obviously, this wasn’t what the spell was supposed to do.”Derek widened his eyes at– Lydia. That was Lydia. “Obviously.”Stiles’ face scoffed and rolled its eyes back at him before– That had to be a force of habit, because Derek was fairly certain Lydia had just tried to flick Stiles’ hair over his shoulder. Which just. No.
But Moses Supposes Erroneously (1/1 | 21,958 | Mature)
From the “Singin’ in the Rain” prompt at Teen Wolf Spring Fling. The Beacon Hills Community Players are putting on “Singin’ in the Rain” and everyone’s trying out. It’s… nice, singing and dancing during a lull in the werewolf action. Complications arise, however, when Derek is introduced as the choreographer and a trickster decides to interfere in the Stilinski men’s somewhat strained relationship. POV’s from Stiles, the Sheriff, and Derek; and featuring Lydia being awesome.
Two Sides of the Same Mirror (1/1 | 7,795 | PG-13)
Stiles doesn’t like going to the antiques store so much as he recognizes that it’s something he needs to do periodically. Every once in awhile, though, he’ll find something interesting. A Scientific Study of the Metaphysical Properties of Common Herbs was particularly useful, which he’d found tucked behind another copy of The Lord Of The Rings and some Nora Roberts junk.Right now, he’s thumbing through a brown and cracked copy of The Werwolfe, or, The Baleful Beast.
If You Wanna Use My Body, Go For It (1/1 | 4,043 | PG-13)
Stiles is not in possession of his body anymore. Lydia, on the other hand, is still very much in possession of hers, even if she’s not currently in it.
Under My Skin (10/10 | 36,590 | Explicit)
In his defense, Stiles wasn’t even trying to find his way into the supernatural tonight. He had gone to a normal party at Danny’s after their summer Lacrosse practice , met a normal girl who seemed interested in him, left with her to go to her normal apartment in the hopes of having normal sex for the first time.But, then again, when has anything normal happened to Stiles Stilinski?
I am what some might call a closet kinkster. I have a kinky mind, but somewhat repressed. In my position, it’s best to avoid any scandals and the like, so I have to be very discreet. I have a profile on one of the kinky dating apps, but naturally with no pictures.
I have been talking on and off to a guy for the past few weeks. He is hot and so liberated with his kinks. I am so attracted to his freedom. I built up the courage to share some pics of me too. He seemed turned on by my body. He’s into power play and sees me as a dominant male. Ha, if only he knew that it’s all just appearances - I am paid to be strong, but then I have no energy left at the end of the day. He fantasized about being me and what he would do with me, corrupting me and turning me into a dom. I fantasized about being him and being free to explore without having to think about the repercussions if I got caught. One evening when we were both all horned up, we agreed to swap and found a website that would allow us to do it.
Being in his body was one of the hottest experiences of my life. Feeling the weight of my new septum piercing, the shaved sides of my head, the feeling of rubber against my skin. I took a selfie and sent it to him.
I started to explore my body further, checking out my lean body, and going further to find my pierced cock. That’s a nice surprise ;) I would never had done that on my own. I decided to take a walk and I felt so turned on by the looks people were giving me. It was so humiliating, them seeing me as a sexual object, but I love it too. So hot to be on the fringes of society. I couldn’t wait to explore some kinky sex.
Meanwhile across town, my swap partner seemed to be pretty quiet. I messaged him to ask what he was doing and to send me a pic. Looks like he had managed to find my uniform…
The message read “Fuck man, you didn’t tell me you were a cop?! This is fucking amazing. I am going to turn you into such a sadistic bastard. Clean cut, helping little old ladies cross the road on the outside, and sick and twisted alpha on the inside. And what can you do about it? Fuck all. Why don’t you come over and worship your old body? You know MY address surely? Follow along and you’ll have the pleasure of serving your new master, disobey me and I will fuck you up, little freak, and make it look like a accident. Fuck I love this feeling of power!”
So a few months ago, I had this massive argument with my brother. You should have seen what he’d done to his body - no wonder no one gave him a decent job! Those tattoos are obscene. And I was the one who has to pay the whole rent because of him! Anyway, at the end of the argument, he suddenly came to his senses and apologized and said he would make everything right, get a job, and then we hugged it out. Finally he pays some attention to me, I thought.
BUT, thinking back, that hug is when it all started. That must be how did he it! Something pricked me when he hugged me I think. At the time I thought it was a trapped nerve, but now I’m not so sure.
I should probably explain. Over the following weekend, his tattoos started to clear up, which I was glad about (thinking he somehow had money for laser surgery), but then they started appearing on me! By Saturday afternoon, I confronted him and he explained that I was selfish and ungrateful and didn’t appreciate what I had and that he would appreciate it much more. By Sunday evening he would be me and I would have to learn how life is for him. AND, if I argued with him, he would make things even harder for me…
Sunday night he said he would sleep in my room and I should go in his. Eurgh, it was so dark and messy, but I daren’t refuse. I woke up Monday morning and headed into the kitchen to see myself. Well, former self I guess…
“Morning bro. I thought I should look sharp for me first day at work haha. Weird that I need glasses now, but I’m sure I’ll get used to it. I feel so fresh and powerful haha!” He gloated. I rubbed my ears subconsciously and found there to be holes in them from my brother’s stretchers. “Ah yeah bro, you best put your stretchers in instead of just having all the loose skin.”
I refused, still groggy from waking up, even though I’m normally a morning person, but that was a big mistake. For refusing, my brother made the tattoos stretch up onto my face and added a septum piercing. This was going to be hell.
Then my brother started again “Well bro, time for me to head off. If it’s so easy to find a good job, why don’t you go and find one for me? You’ll find some clothes that fit you in your new room, but I’ll be taking your car, so looks like you’re on the bus. Later!”
We've all had to adapt over the years, it's been 4 years since a bunch of random people were affected by the “the great shift” but we've all had to change a bit, including me.
- Hey pop! What time are my guys arriving?-
That huge shirtless muscular man 4 years ago was my little son Jaime and I couldn't be more proud of the man he has become, When Jaime was born we were so worried about his small size and how sickly he was, but now he's as strong as a fucking bull.
-Take it easy champion, all the parents assured me that they will bring your classmates at 3 pm-
But despite his colossal biceps and his great height, he still has the heart of a 13-year-old boy… even when legally He is 30 now. Since we woke up he had not stopped talking about his birthday party, even while we were having breakfast he did not stop looking at the clock and counting the minutes until his little friends arrived.
I hadn't seen Jaime this excited since it was Christmas, and he received his Nintendo Switch and that membership to the hottest new gym in town.
It was 9:00pm when I found out that my son had ended up on the other side of the world in the body of a bodybuilder named Joe, I was watching the news when the “the great shift” happened, It had already been 1 hour since I read him a story to sleep and I slept him in his bed.
The door of my son's room suddenly opened while the reporter on TV was talking about a strange cosmic event that began to affect thousands of people around the world. His eyes showed confusion and disorientation, but I reaffirmed my suspect when he said his first words
-wer bist du? wo zum Teufel bin ich?-
That was definitely not English and definitely that little boy was not my Jaime, I tried to communicate with him through the translator of my phone, but it was not easy at all, immediately the internet, electricity and lines phone lines began to fail due to all the chaos going on throughout the city.
I spoke to "Joe" who was now trapped in the sickly body of my 9-year-old son Jaime, with his help I was able to locate my real son thanks to Joe's cell phone, While Joe spoke with his squeaky childish voice in the kitchen of At home I was trying to calm down my little son who was now in a gym in Germany.
His voice was upbeat, his tone was thick and he seemed to be having a much better time than we were. We were on the phone for hours as Joe and I tried to guide him step by step to his bachelor pad for him to take refuge in, luckily the gym where Joe used to go.
Jaime would occasionally get distracted by how great it was to be in Joe's body, he wouldn't stop talking about his huge muscles and how tall he was now, he was very close to his old home, so it wasn't too hard for him to find his new house.
With the help of Joe's contacts we were able to help Jaime, his family was in charge of dressing him, feeding him and helping him return home. It took 3 long months of paperwork and bureaucracy to be able to exchange the names and lives of Jaime and Joe.
Before long the world government began to calm things down and try to return people to their old lives, although Jaime may never get his old body back, he seems to have fully adapted to his new body.
We have even started going to the gym together after school and my work, he has become the biggest man in the whole gym and the most popular guy in the whole school, Before all this Jaime was very shy and quiet, but now he has become a son a father can be proud.
Even though I wish he didn't leave all his dirty clothes and his stinky sneakers all over the house and his room stinks of sweat and chlorine…maybe it's time to give my boy the "birds and bees" talk or is it too late for that.
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I got into the hot car and with a small jump I left my butt in the passenger seat, I took the wet towel with the sweat of my "older brother", I wiped the sweat from my armpits, the smell of the towel permeated the entire car, but we are used even to each other's sweat.
Immediately, I noticed the smile of my "older brother" who was next to me, impatient to compare the size of our biceps, he flexed his colossal arm in front of me just to show off the size of the triceps that were originally mine.
-WOW! I can't believe how fast those arms have grown! All my friends are going to be so jealous when I go back to school in January! -
I'm glad to know that my brother was enjoying my "gift" but I was even more glad that it didn't cost me a single penny, like every year my family exchanged Christmas gifts.
And The One this year was Kevin, My annoying little brother, Normally I would have bought him something like a video game or something I could play with, but this year I had spent too much money on my ex-girlfriend, That bitch squeezed every penny out of me until my wallet was totally empty. And all for what in the end I will find her in the bed of a campus idiot…
Whatever. I was broke, depressed, AND still owed my chubby 15-year-old brother his little Christmas present. When I was at the mall looking for some gift no bigger than $5 I came across a Shiny coin lying on the floor I probably couldn't buy my brother a video game this year, but I was sure he would love this coin, he's a total nerd, and he loves to collect these kinds of things for his Dungeons and Dragons game.
I wanted to give him his gift a couple of days before Christmas, and privately I didn't want my family to be mad at me for breaking the rule with the price of the gift, and when I gave it to him, he didn't seem too happy with his new coin his disappointment was very noticeable on his face. So I promised him that I would take him to the gym with me to help him with those extra kilos so that he would stop being teased at school for being overweight.
As soon as I told him that, his expression totally changed, we didn't use to spend a lot of time together and when he came home from the gym at the university he always begged for some attention from his older brother. Well, now we are inseparable.
The moment I handed him the coin, our hands touched. A strange sensation from the coin ran through our bodies. I couldn't move or take my hands off the coin, no matter how hard I tried, my muscular arms didn't react. Nor the rest of my body for what seemed to me 5 long minutes.
Without warning the strange sensation disappeared and me and my brother were pushed backwards, the strange coin fell to the floor making a metallic sound.
As soon as I opened my eyes I knew something was wrong with me, my body was totally different, my muscles were gone and instead of my fantastic six-pack I now had a little slice, my tanned skin from afternoon jogging in the sun was replaced by pale smooth skin, my long hairy legs were now short and hairless.
Before I panicked, I looked up and was speechless. In front of me was a giant flexing his huge arms, tensing his muscles trying to imitate the positions that I usually do in front of the mirror for my Instagram photos.
-Is that… my body?-
The words escaped from my mouth and caught the attention of the person occupying my body, he took me by the arms and got up as if I were a baby.
-THANK YOU VERY MUCH, BRO! THIS IS THE BEST GIFT EVER, THIS IS FUCKING GREAT! LOOK AT ME, LOOK AT YOU! I AM YOU!-
He was playing with me like I was a doll, he abused his new strength, and he flipped me in the air. From this new perspective the ground looked really far from my new position, I was terrified. And although a couple of Tears came out of my eyes as I tried to escape from his strong hands, He didn't stop until the fear escaped me in the form of urine.
I had pissed in my pants, by the time my brother noticed I got down slowly, and I ran away from him as fast as my little legs could, I ran to the bathroom to release the rest of the urine that was fighting to escape from my little developing penis.
-Hey… I think, I got too excited…- His voice I recorded filtered through the wooden door while the sound of my urine in the toilet sounded at the same time, when I finished peeing I looked at the huge urine stain that was on my shorts, There were even some drops on my T-shirt
I undressed, stepped into the shower and let the hot shower wash away the mess in my crotch, The soothing sound of hot water and the sound of her apologies merged into a loud song, for a minute I had forgotten that I was in the body of my little brother.
Furthermore, I took the soap to deep clean my brother's body and I could tell the difference between his body and mine, for me. It was so strange to see myself and that none of my muscles were defined in my skin, I flexed one of my arms and all I got was to see the small hanging fish that my brother's classmates made fun of so much.
When I got out of the shower I took my towel instead of the towel with Spider-Man cartoon patterns and completely dried my brother's body, when I finished I rolled it around my belly to hide my new fishnet and left the bathroom.
My brother was still by the door, but the Emotion on his face had faded, -I... I'm sorry, I didn't want to... - He didn't finish his sentence, he seemed to have understood that he had hurt me, he just extended his arm and showed the coin He gently took my arm and slowly put it in my hand.
The exchange was reversed immediately, this time much faster than the previous time, and before I realized it I was no longer wearing a towel but a tank top and tight shorts.
Thank God, this was a back and forth exchange. I was relieved to be back in my body, but this little experience changed me completely. Since then me and my brother have been swapping bodies throughout our vacations, I think I've been spending more time in his body than mine, meh it's not like I have anything better to do.
I even kept my promise to take him to the gym, I let my brother use my body to work out, so he would have more self-confidence and succeed, maybe I did too well, He doesn't hesitate to flex his muscles in front of any stranger's face to stare at him for more than 5 minutes, he is still too innocent to know that all they want is to take him to bed.
But no one would ever try anything on him “intimidating gym bouncer”, and while he has fun impressing a bunch of perverted fagots, I would see to it that my brother will never feel the way he made me feel again even if I had to ”personally”
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Fuck yeah! I can’t believe that stupid magic spell shit actually fucking worked! I’ve got my neighbours dick!
Earlier this week I’d seen my next door neighbour Ryan out in his back garden from my bedroom window. He’d walked out to grab his clothes off the washing line. I suppose he thought nobody could see him since he went out completely nude with his dick on display! After that I just couldn’t get the thought of it out of my head. Just from the brief glimpse I got, I got a good idea of how massive his cock was even when soft. I could only imagine how huge it grew too when he was hard.
Truth he told, I'd always had a bit of a crush on Ryan. Naturally getting to see that he was thick and hung elevated that crush to more of an obsession I found myself daydreaming about on multiple occasions. Only problem was, he’s completely straight. Despite that I just couldn’t get the idea of touching his dick out of my mind! At that point I was sure that just getting the chance to sniff his bulge would cause me to bust my load on the spot.
Long story short I ended up wandering into a magic shop where I found a spell that was capable of switching traits between two people. Of course I didn’t actually believe it at first. I wouldn’t have bought it had it not been so cheap. I just thought it could be fun to pretend that I’d stolen his dick and maybe get off to the idea of it a couple times. I wasn’t expecting it to actually be real!
When I got home I thought I might as well mess around with it as I stripped down to my underwear and began massaging my own below average dick. I half jokingly used the spell while touching myself as I wished for the magic spell to swap my dick with Ryan’s. It made me horny as fuck at first as I pictured it happening but then… I felt a strange tingling in my crotch. Next thing you know my bulge is expanding before my eyes! I couldn’t help moaning as my cock and balls engorged significantly until I was left with a beer can thick monster between my legs and some heavy nuts to match!
So here I am. Stood with my neighbour’s giant dick between my legs and getting hard as fuck. Oh god it feels so good to touch. I can’t help but shiver as I run my hand over the stretched fabric of my briefs. God Ryan was fucking packing! I mean I already knew he was but damn. After pulling my briefs down, I can only just barely fit my hand the whole way around this huge shaft. Damn the chicks are gonna go crazy for this thing!
Wait… what am I saying? Chicks? I’m gay! I like dudes and… oh fuck. Why is my dick going soft again? But I love jock butts!? Fuck… do I? Come to think of it, the idea of a woman’s beautiful heart shaped pillow of an ass sounds pretty damn good as well… annnnnd I’m hard again.
Oh god… I think I know what’s happening to me. My neighbour was as straight as an arrow and now that his straight dick is attached to me, it’s like it’s rewiring my brain. Disconnecting me from my gay roots and until fleeting all I can think about is squeezing a pair of huge jiggly breasts and tasting some sweet juicy pussy. Ooooh fuck yep! It bucked a little at that idea.
Maybe I should head down to club and try to pick up a hot babe to bring back and fuck heheheh. Hopefully one with some big sexy tits I can squeeze and a tight breedable pussy that can handle my fat fuckin monster dick! Fuck yeah I’ll bury myself down to the hilt inside her… I can’t believe I just said that… but I don’t regret it. I think being a straight guy from now on might be fun actually. Sure it'll be weird having to explain to my family and friends why I suddenly have a deep insatiable craving for tits and pussy after I came out as gay only a couple years back. I’ll have to do it though. After all, I don't think I could ever go back. Not when I’ve got a dick like this now!
Maybe this could even be a good thing besides just the upgrade downstairs. I could have a chance to live out the heteronormative dream. Down the line I could bag myself a smokin hot wife who loves getting dicked down by my huge cock. And who knows maybe she’ll be up for me pumping a few loads inside her someday to get her knocked up. I know my dad would be ecstatic to hear that. He always wanted to be a grandfather and now I can give that to him. Not to mention I can be a dad!
But hey I’m getting ahead of myself a little. I wanna have some fun before settling down. Dip my cock in the pool of pussy waiting for me out there and all that. That said, I better start getting ready if I'm gonna go out tonight. Gotta look my best for the ladies if I want to have their aching for me to fuck their brains out. I hope Ryan enjoys having my old gay cock because I sure as hell ain’t having his straight pussy loving monster back!
So nice of one of my colleagues to help me move apartments this weekend. When I asked him for help, I kinda thought he would join me, not lend me his body. Not that I am complaining - with these thighs, I will be able to lift everything and have some time to spare at the end of it. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind…
“You cannot sit your ass there and play game all day long dude. My body needs some workout and cleaning, like for God’s sake shave that stubble, would ya? Beside, I already work on your body for the past few weeks, at least taking care of my body is the least shit you can do,”
“Well, I’m still fit as fuck tho. I basically can just give you back this body when it’s becoming fat or unattractive anymore,” said my little brother that now occupied my body
I jumped into him and wrestled him in the couch
“FUCK YOU! GIVE ME BACK MY BODY IF YOU CANT TREAT IT THE WAY I TREAT IT,”
But then, he easily pushed me aside and in a swift second, I already fall on the floor, his feet on my face
“Stupid little nerd. How many times I told you to not order me shit!? I’m still so much stronger than you and I can do whatever the shit I want with your body. It’s my beard, not yours, and I look fucking sexy with it. So shut your mouth up and back to work that body, there’s still plenty of job you need to do until I give back your body,” growled my little brother
I tried to fight him back but then he slammed his feet again right on my face, the intense smell of his feet rushed to my nose
“Yeah, inhale the smell dude. You must’ve no idea that I worked my ass out when you sleep, huh? I just fake it that I want to leave this body, I actually working out everytime you’re not around. I’ll settle here for good and you can enjoy being the little brother. How’s that sound, huh?”
He lift his feet from my face and then said
“Maybe next time I’ll make you my little cum dump, little bro. Just wait and see,”
The obsession lived in the corners of a cramped apartment—a shrine of posters and racing programs dedicated to David Taylor. David wasn't a champion; he was a mid-pack Ferrari driver, but to the college student watching from the shadows, he was a god.
When the Ferrari fan event was announced, the student poured his life savings into raffle tickets for David’s racing jacket. He didn't just want the gear; he wanted a piece of the man.
The first day was a crushing blow. When a wealthy older man—someone who could buy a Ferrari without a second thought—casually claimed the jacket,.
The student felt a jagged sense of betrayal. He left the track in a silent rage, but by the time he reached his apartment, the anger had crystallized into a plan. He wasn't going to settle for a jacket anymore.
He returned to the complex where the team lived. Stealthy and focused, he tracked David to the quiet hallways of his private quarters. With a steady hand, he drove a needle into the driver’s neck. The reaction was chillingly efficient. David collapsed, his body beginning to "hollow out" and deflate as the serum did its work.
In the silence of the bathroom, the once-powerful athlete became a supple, empty bodysuit. The student stripped off his own life and stepped into the shell. As he pulled the skin over his torso and zipped the hidden seam at his neck, the Memory Flood hit him. David’s childhood, the roar of the engines, and the precise muscle memory of a racer surged into his brain. The student didn't just look like David; he was David.
He stepped back onto the track like nothing had happened. The transformation was impeccable. He greeted fans with a warmth the old, arrogant David never possessed and signed autographs with a signature that was now second nature. But the true revelation happened in the cockpit. Gripping the wheel of the Ferrari, the new David drove with a precision that surpassed the original. The mixture of the nerd’s analytical mind and David’s physical peak created a superior driver. Even the pit crew couldn't spot the difference; they only saw a better, more focused version of their man.
As the days turned into weeks, the zipper at his neck faded into smooth, seamless skin. The old life—the posters, the college debt, the loneliness—was a ghost. One afternoon, at a regional race, he pushed the car through the final turn and took the checkered flag.
Standing in the winner's circle, his face flushed and his heart pounding, he held the trophy high. As the cameras flashed, he didn't feel like an impostor. He looked at his reflection in the silver award and saw the only version of David Taylor that mattered. He had finally won the prize he deserved. The whole idea was he didn't win the jacket so he took David as his personal prize and became him. It was an obsession where he actually became the person in more ways than one.
CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. All the stories features only adult characters. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.
The Third Wheel
Type of Love: Romantical | True Love
Henry and Max had a perfect relationship in everyone's eyes. They were both happy with each other, posting photos and stories from every place they visited, laughing at each other's jokes, and being attentive and romantic with one another. So what was the problem?
Well, most issues are hidden under the bed, or in this case, literally in bed.
— I'm stressed, I'm sorry, babe – Max murmured. Henry just pressed his lips together, trying not to explode. Lately, it seemed his boyfriend's libido had plummeted to the bottom of the earth. So many things to do, work, medical treatments – he was still the same person, but it wasn't the same anymore.
And on the contrary, it seemed his longing for intimacy was growing stronger and stronger. He loved Max more than anyone he'd ever loved, but how could he resolve this situation without cheating on him?
He had tried so many things: therapy, talking about it, trying to establish new routines, but everything always led to the same place: Nothing.
And Henry was already fed up.
— What's the point of having a boyfriend if I can't do anything with you?!
The outbursts were becoming more and more frequent: fights before bed, fights upon waking. A "not today, maybe tomorrow" that never came. If they didn't want to lose each other, they needed to reach an agreement quickly.
— What if... we find someone else? You know, so we can enjoy ourselves more.
— A third wheel? – Max said with a hint of irony. He had to admit that the idea of having an additional person where there were supposed to be only two wasn't his favorite – Why?
— I don't know, it could be interesting and... it could rekindle the spark we have between us. Why don't we try it? – He was about to reject the idea; it was a terrible thought. But seeing the hopeful glimmer in his boyfriend's eyes, he didn't have the courage to say no – Okay, well... We can try. Is there anyone you have in mind?
Unfortunately for him, there was someone. They both knew Roderick, a moderately muscular, somewhat friendly guy with a sky-high libido. What was his flaw? He was a former love interest of Henry's. And every chance he got, he flirted with him. Henry wouldn't let him get away with it or give him any opening, but even so, it was awkward to watch.
— Aren't there... any other options?
— Maybe – Henry said, following the address Roderick had given them – But he's a quick and safe option, too. Aren't you excited about this? – There was some excitement in the whole thing, he had to admit. He even felt a certain... curiosity. But the fact that he would have to "share" the love of his life (in real life, far from his fantasies) didn't appeal to him much.
The door opened, revealing the broad shoulders of the "host".
— Hey – he positioned himself flirtatiously against the door, winking, or rather, winking at Henry. Max could only stifle a cry of rage. This was for his boyfriend, to save their relationship. He didn't want to lose him and would use any means necessary to keep him by his side.
— Hi, are we early?
— No, no, not at all. Come in, make yourselves comfortable
He was wearing tight black athletic wear, a cap, and sunglasses. The smell of sweat was clear, as if he hadn't showered on purpose. Max had to admit that he felt his erection harden at the scent. He continued observing the place and, of course, the guy who seemed eager to put it in his boyfriend immediately.
— Do you want to see something or-
— Why don't we start with the good stuff? – He didn't even let Henry finish speaking before grabbing him by the waist to kiss him. Instinctively, the other tried to pull away with an awkward laugh. Max couldn't hold back any longer.
— Screw this, I knew it was a bad idea.
— Pfft, don't be such a spoilsport. Or what? Are you afraid someone else could beat your boyfriend better than you could? – Henry finally managed to break away. He could see Max was about to hit the other guy. He had to stop them both from cursing at each other.
— That's enough, both of you! – Anguish was written all over his face as he watched his intervention fail to calm them down, like rabid dogs. He put his hands on each of their torsos, trying to pull them apart. He was about to say something, but a loud buzzing filled his ears. He recoiled in pain. He also felt a kind of light around him and thought his eardrums were going to burst. He couldn't make out any sound beyond that, but he could see that Roderick and Max were in a similar situation. Everything slowly went dark until his body hit the ground with a thud.
Max was the first to wake up.
— Ugh… – he groaned, a terrible headache spreading from his shoulders to the top of his neck. He tried to stand, but it was almost as if his strength had completely drained away – What the hell was that? – he gasped, feeling heavy, like a ton was on top of him. He'd always been slim and agile, unaccustomed to such weight, but now, he was like a rock.
He looked around, hoping to find Henry, but there was no sign of him. It seemed he hadn't been the first to open his eyes then. He got up as best he could, still feeling like everything around him was spinning, as if gravity had increased. He was about to fall when he placed a hand against the wall for support. His eyes widened as he felt his palm slam into it with an unknown force. What had that just been? He swallowed, not wanting to look, but curiosity still gnawed at him insistently. He finally looked up to find a darker palm, strong, broad, and with thick fingers, completely unlike anything he was used to.
— What the hell is this?! – he shouted. He clutched his chest, and there it was, too, a very different chest from his own: strong, thick, with a good pair of pecs. He'd always been thin, never bothered to build muscle. He went to the gym, but only to stay in shape, nothing more. Why did he look like a muscle-bound gorilla now?! Everything about him felt huge – his pecs, biceps, even his hands – and yet, everything around him was so small. He looked from a higher perspective and felt more... constricted. Shit, what was he wearing? To his further horror and dismay, he immediately recognized the black tracksuit Roderick had been wearing moments before. He stumbled clumsily toward a mirror in the living room, confirming his suspicions. In front of him was the reflection of the guy who had been flirting with his boyfriend earlier, the same surprised expression, the same way his mouth opened in horror.
— N-no, this can't be happening – he stammered, placing his hands on his cheekbones. They felt thicker, even his Adam's apple. His voice was deep, his dyed hair replaced by jet black – Shit, shit – He looked around, trying to find someone, but it was empty. He was the only one there.
— Uh… – He felt clumsy, as if being so heavy had fried his brain cells. He slumped onto the sofa, overwhelmed – Why did it have to be him? – He reached for the TV remote and turned it on. The image before him was anything but what he expected to see on the news. There was a guy in a baggy t-shirt, his cap backwards. He had a kind of rebellious vibe, and if it weren't for the fact he was behind the main desk, I'd swear he could have been a cable puller.
— We ask all our viewers to remain calm. An unprecedented phenomenon has been reported around the world. Experts have called it “The Great Shift”. Hundreds of people have switched bodies with each other. We ask you not to leave your homes until the situation is under control. We will keep you informed – He immediately turned off the television, putting his hands to his face. So this whole thing was a global issue? He curiously approached the window to watch the people in the street. Panic was everywhere, people fighting, screaming that their bodies had been stolen. But there was another group (smaller, more specific, though): they were admiring their bodies with lust in their eyes. Guys with their pecs in their hands, squeezing them as if it were some kind of classified movie, others flexing, smelling themselves. The strange image seemed... to please him? Max felt his new tool slowly harden.
— What the hell – he muttered, trying to think of something other than what was happening outside the apartment, but it was almost impossible. The more he tried, the more a strange spiral of lust took hold of him. He felt his skin burn, a tingling sensation spread, and his chest pounded – N-no – he closed his eyes, making one last attempt to concentrate and stop himself. But his hand was faster, as if it had a mind of its own, he pulled down his pants with a loud gasp – MFHHH.
Curiosity took hold of him, his hands wandering up and down his thick thighs, his strong calves, the scent that permeated every pore of his body. He sniffed his hands, a mixture of sweat, musk, and the metal of the gym; for some reason, that drove him even crazier.
He sat down in the living room, deliberately bending his legs, there was almost a pink glow of lust in his pupils. He licked his lips, running his hand over those thighs encased in wet lycra.
— Don’t joke! They're so fat – he chuckled. He'd never felt so... solid. Sometimes he'd even felt the opposite, fragile and weak, but now, he felt testosterone coursing through his veins – Holy shit, yes!
He made his chest bounce, giving it a hard slap that echoed through the room. He felt so energized that he jumped to his feet, turned around in front of the mirror, and gave his buttocks a firm slap. They jumped and trembled at his command. He loved the silhouette he saw on himself now. Strong legs, slender but still defined arms, and those big, thick pecs... Could he lick himself?
— Ughhh – his eyes rolled back with every touch, no matter how slight. Even the slightest touch of his clothes made his legs twist.
Henry was right that their libidos were quite different. Max was more into the idea of cuddling, watching a good series (without any "surprises"), and maximum romance. This clashed with Henry, who, even though he also liked all those things, had a much more latent and needy "hormonal" side. But now, in Roderick's body, he felt just as overwhelmed by the blood rushing to his tool, the weight of his balls, their hard areolas; his whole mind was clouded with perverted thoughts.
— Mfhhh – he cupped himself again forcefully, flexing his arms as well, enjoying the mound of brown muscle that accompanied the moment – Damn, I need to do something now.
He looked around. What could give him relief faster? A piece of fruit? No, that would be too sick. Maybe he'd find something more useful in his room. He moved forward with more confidence, shoulders back, enjoying the feeling of the enormous sole of his foot, which now belonged to him, hitting the floor. He opened the door, finding Henry sitting on the bed. However, there was a different vibe about him, besides the fact that he was observing himself with fascination, like someone who finally gets what he wants after waiting for almost years.
— Woah, I imagined it was big, but I didn't think it would be this big – he chuckled softly, his feet in the air. There was no sign of the sweatshirt and pants he'd arrived in; instead, he just kept moving his feet against the mirror, giggling. The bulge in his boxers was noticeable.
— Henry? – He swallowed. It was as if his hormones suddenly dropped. He raised an eyebrow with a mocking smile.
— And who are you? – He stood up, looking him up and down, swaying with an odd confidence, and ran his hands around Max's new body as if examining it – Wow, these are big too – Without warning, he squeezed his pecs, causing the guy to gasp in confusion. He felt a rush of adrenaline.
— UGHHH.
— Sensitive, aren't they? – He played with them again, squeezing mercilessly.
— W-what's wrong with you, Henr-Henry? – He could barely get the words out.
— Oh! I see. So you're looking for your little boyfriend, huh? – He smiled. The same way Roderick used to smile, that smug expression.
— What did you do with him?!
— More like, what didn't I do with him? – He pulled away, strutting – Let me tell you, it was easy to fool him by pretending to be you and saying “he didn't know what was going on" – he said, gesturing wildly and using an extremely fake tone of voice, then licking his teeth with a grin.
— Fuck you! – A wave of fury coursed through Max's body again. He lunged at the guy, knocking him to the mattress. They struggled briefly until Max was on top of him. An expression of fear and surprise crossed his boyfriend's face.
— Go ahead, give me your best shot – Max felt the urge to do it, but seeing his boyfriend's face in front of him made him give up. He walked away, frowning. Roderick sat up, watching him resentfully – Damn, you're just as boring – he said, narrowing his eyes.
— Just as boring? What do you mean?
— That I played with you, genius! Henry didn't touch a hair on my head. He knows you well and knew perfectly well that I wasn't you, no matter how much he tried to play mind games with him. He's in the bathroom; he's been there for hours – he rolled his eyes, sitting back down to continue exploring his body. The scene filled Max with fury and a feeling of nausea. Who did this idiot think he was, treating his boyfriend's body like it was some kind of object?
He cleared all those thoughts and approached the doorknob, sliding it open and slowly entering. At first, he saw nothing, until he caught a glimpse in the reflection of his original body smiling tenderly, taking pictures of himself.
— Henry? – he murmured softly. He looked up, meeting his gaze. For a moment, he remained still, before throwing himself forcefully into his arms, even curling up like a koala or something, clinging to his waist, giving him passionate kisses, their tongues clashing. Perhaps he hesitated to say what he was about to do. But Roderick was a good kisser; he could feel his agile tongue brushing against Henry's, passing or absorbing saliva between careless, needy kisses. He hugged him tighter, pressing his new, solid body against his own.
— Sorry, I know it was a bad idea and now we're like this, I'm sorry, I didn't-
— Shhh – he silenced him softly with a kiss, chaste at first, but then hungry and needy. He felt those desires returning to him like a tornado. He gasped, Max's hands moved to his waist and a little lower, squeezing his buttocks. Henry moaned again, arching his back slightly.
— Mfhhh. W-wait – There was a strange shyness in the guy, almost never seen before. It was more similar to the shyness Max always had. He placed his hands on the other's cheeks – Are you sure this doesn't bother you? I mean... That you're in that guy's body and… – He silenced him again with a single, thunderous kiss.
— Well, maybe this way I can understand your desire to... You know what – Max licked his lips, wanting to crash into the other again, but Henry deflected him once more.
— Wait, I mean... I'd love to, but you being in his body doesn't change anything. I love you for who you are, I don't care what body you're in, I adore you. I love you, and I truly want to share my life with you – He smiled softly, then his expression turned sad – I'm sorry for pressuring you so much to do this. Maybe I couldn't put myself in your shoes, but now that I'm literally in... you, I think I can understand better.
They both smiled softly at each other, and Henry placed his hands on his chest.
— It's great having this, you know? I have to admit they're less sensitive than mine, but it's so... I don't know! – He let out an excited laugh.
— I adore you, and having every inch of your body is... perfect – He also took hold of the end of the shirt's collar, bringing it closer to smell it – Having your scent, having all of you. I truly adore you.
— I adore you – The gaze between them lasted only a few seconds; they couldn't resist the urge to kiss. Their lips and bodies moved in unison, rubbing and caressing each other with need. Henry's curious hands roamed over the other's body, squeezing without lingering in any specific spot, exploring all around.
— What? Do you like it? – Max grinned mischievously.
— I have to admit it's kind of... big – The change in his boyfriend's musculature was exciting in a way: how big it was, his thick muscles, his fleshy pecs, the biceps that could easily support him, the outline forming in his pants, threatening to burst.
— Maybe I should show you a closer look then – Max moved swiftly to slam him against the sink. Henry let out a howl of pain and adrenaline. They kissed, saliva dripping from their chins, their bodies colliding as clothes flew everywhere.
Roderick was pressed against the door on the other side, moving his tool, grunting at the moment and with a certain anger.
— Idiots… – he gasped, feeling as if he had little time left before he finished dripping everywhere.
The dynamic between Henry and Max changed radically after The Great Shift. Besides the obvious changes in jobs, accounts, clothing sizes, and more, their relationship became stronger and much more "active".
They had even gone on vacation after a while. Henry had become confident in his boyfriend's body, seemed to have acquired better taste in fashion, constantly taking photos and even seemed to have become a minor "influencer", using only his charismatic personality and his boyfriend's handsome face.
While Max had become something of a gym rat, always hanging around there. The best part? His testosterone was through the roof, which made things in bed quite interesting and more frequent, eager for Henry's touch, who would be more than willing to please his "man".
Strong, muscular, attractive. Sometimes he missed his smaller frame (and not having to see the face every day of the guy who tried time and time again – even in his damn body! – to steal his boyfriend). But those thick biceps and thighs were unmatched.
And Roderick? Well... Roderick's downward spiral ended up on a completely different and somewhat bitter path.
— What's up, losers? – he recorded himself live, wearing only tight boxers that accentuated his body, his waist, and the outline of his masculinity. He had "innovated" on Henry's old body after being rejected again, so what better way to get revenge than to expose him and also rake in a few extra bucks? – You want me to take it off for you again? Pfft, idiots.
It seemed that Henry's body, with his dark features and Latin heritage, was driving several viewers crazy online. He uploaded photos of his torso, his feet; he had even gone so far as to send his smelly underwear to hormonal guys who had ended up with the bodies of multimillionaire actors or models and now didn't know what to waste their money on other than perversions. Henry and Max cut off all communication with him for obvious reasons, which only made him more... intense in his desire for "revenge".
But at least the relationship between Henry and Max had blossomed perfectly, overcoming every obstacle that stood in their way (even finding themselves in bodies other than the ones they had been in all their lives), with their love enduring regardless of the adversities, always together.
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Millionair's Play Toy - He made me into his double.
Alex is a self made millionaire. He works in investments.He's doing so well , he doesn't really have to work at all. He money makes money. It makes millions.
When he gets bored he makes changes.
When I met him in the hotel lobby bar , he was staying there for a few weeks , as all this stuff was being moved from his old place to his new new place three thousand miles away.
He noticed I looked just like him if I was cleaned up.
He was bored , so he offered to take me into the men's hair salon right there in the hotel and had me transformed into his image and then gave me his suit that he was wearing when we were back up to his suite.
He never asked me a question about myself.
I just stopped in for a drink.And now i'm staying in his room and wearing his clothes and passing for him as his own entertainment.
He's telling me about himself everything.
The wealth of information he's giving me is unbelievable.I can't believe everything he's telling me and I can sit at his computer and work on it because I have his face.
Pin numbers, passwords too.
Besides his face, I have his voice, everything. People have recognizes me as him.
This has been going on for weeks. I've been staying in another room in his suite. Wearing only his clothes , none of my own.
I've been stepped in for him a few times and no one is able to tell the difference.
I'm such a perfect copy that nobody can tell the difference at times. He swears I was a better version of him than he is.
But when the time was up , he was just gonna throw me back out onto the street.
So our last few days , I decided to have a little fun and say , hey , why don't you wear my clothes and pretend to be me since i'm new for so long.
Seeing him there in the hotel suite me as him and him as me like the day we met.
I have his wallet he has mine.
Let put it this way after that night. Things didn't quite go as planned. Once I got him into my clothes. And we had quite a few drinks. I made him a few special cocktails.
Austin and Shayne are roommates but they couldn't be more different from one and other. Shayne is a gym bro, coverd in muscle. His body is his temple. Austin is a tattoo artist and piercer. He's smaller than Shayne and used by Shayne. He is treated like his total inferior. However, Things begin to change when Austin finds a strange app on his phone that can turn Shayne into the artist's perfect canvas.
please make more stories about detachable heads stealing headless bodies T-T
I'm glad people are enjoying these-- I do love NBM / Detachable fiction, and there are not that many authors in good standing who are still writing that sort of content on Tumblr. (I am assuming this person knows that Metabods the website exists.)
Honestly, my biggest roadblock is creating the photos for them. I don't want to use AI to make them, and my photoshop skills are... shaky at best. But I don't want to just take someone else's photo manip, that's scummy too. So if anyone knows a good, NBM-specific tutorial feel free to send it my way. Or if anyone wants to give me blanket permission to use their manips (with credit) for my stories...? Hah hah, just kidding! ...unless?
It is time to honor some of the biggest series out there. From fantasy epics to superhero bonanza, from amazing videogames to even reality shows. Enjoy this small collection of transformation Fan Fictions:
Perfect Being (A Guardians of the Galaxy Tale)
Second Chance (A "His Dark Materials" Tale)
Villainous (A Disney Tale)
New Host (A Westworld Tale)
Tragedy (A Star Wars Tale)
Team Rocket (A Pokemon Tale)
At the Convention (An ode to Youtube)
Reality Check ( A Psych Tale)
In his place (An Arrow Tale)
Resurrection (A Castlevania Tale)
Buddie (A 9-1-1 Tale)
Ravengard (A Baldur's Gate Tale)
Into the Spirit World (An Avatar: The last airbender Tale)
The blog is near to achieve its biggest milestone, 1,750 published stories. In order to celebrate, here is a collection of some stories previously released. Here is volume 31 and thanks a lot for your support.
