🎶Big stinky jock
I'm gonna keep on dancin' with this
Big stinky jock
I'm gonna keep on dancin' up in
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I'm gonna keep on dancin' with this
Big stinky jock
And muscle pup🎶
featuring Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan (The Rise and Fall of a Midwest Princess, 2023)
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Interstate Interchange
The sun had long dipped behind the treeline when the interstate stretched out into a ribbon of pure twilight. The highway shimmered under the weight of a thousand forgotten stories, and two cars miles apart, yet destined, kept pace in the same lane, bound for the same nameless destination.
One was a black Chevy, polished clean, with smooth tires and leather seats that clung to the driver’s trim waist like a second skin. Inside sat Joey, a handsome college senior with an athletic frame, weekend stubble lining his sharp jaw, and a look of effortless superiority. He drove one-handed, his fingers tapping the wheel to an EDM playlist, confident in every motion.
The other, an aging silver Corolla, sagged under the weight of its driver. Eric, large and soft in all the wrong ways, hunched over the wheel, his belly brushing the dashboard, his fingers leaving grease on the touch screen. A neckbeard crept like ivy around his jawline, and his glasses constantly slid down his sweaty nose.
They saw each other on the road. Not right away. That came later.
At first, it was nothing. Just two drivers passing on the highway, glimpses caught in side mirrors and reflected in gas station glass. But hours passed. Towns vanished in the rearview. Rest stops came and went. And somehow, neither car left the other's orbit.
Joey noticed first. He glanced to his left while cruising at 73 and saw that overweight guy again. Same university parking tag on the dash. Same direction. Same tired stare. Joey scoffed to himself but couldn’t look away. The guy looked soggy, like melted clay crammed into clothes two sizes too small.
But something about the man stuck with him.
He wondered, uncomfortably at first, what does it feel like to carry that much weight? How does it feel to live with a body that sags, sweats, presses against itself constantly? What does he see when he looks at someone like me?
Joey adjusted his seat, suddenly aware of his toned thighs in basketball shorts, the cool air drying sweat along his firm chest. His armpit hair tickled lightly with the breeze of the AC. He caught his own reflection in the rearview mirror. He looked strong, clean, and desirable. He exhaled, and a strange guilt bloomed in his chest. Or was it curiosity?
Eric felt it too. Even through his blurry vision, he’d clocked the black Chevy early on. The guy was like a Greek statue in motion. He had angular arms draped across the wheel, tight shirt clinging to his chest, that stubble framing a face that belonged on a billboard.
Eric should’ve ignored him. Should’ve looked away. But something about that smoothness, that effortlessness. How would it feel to walk into a room and not disappear? To smell like cologne and sun-warmed skin instead of sweat and shame?
He looked down at his stained t-shirt, clinging damply to his chest. His belly peeked out when he shifted in his seat. He could smell himself and it was sour and earthy. What would it be like… to be that fit driver?
As the evening thickened into night, something unspoken passed between the two cars. Like a magnetic pull. They both signaled at the same exit, pulled into the same gravel pit rest area, and parked just one spot apart. The air outside was heavy with humidity, and for a moment, neither man moved.
Joey stepped out of his car first, his muscles tight from the long drive. He arched his back, stretching until his shirt lifted enough to expose the pale ridge of his obliques, a faint line of sweat clinging to his skin. The light of the rest stop flickered above him, buzzing like an insect on its last legs.
Eric watched from the pump, barely breathing.
Joey turned and for the first time, they locked eyes. Really locked eyes. The world seemed to shift, as if the axis of the Earth had realigned to run through this gas station outside of nowhere.
Joey gave a crooked half-smile. “Hey. You go to Minton U too?”
Eric swallowed. “Yeah. I, uh… recognized the tag on your bumper. Been behind you for a while.”
Joey tilted his head, frowning like he was working through a dream. “Yeah… I noticed that. Thought it was weird, y’know? But not bad weird. More like… meant-to-be weird.”
Eric’s pulse beat against his throat. “What do you mean?”
Joey scratched the back of his neck, eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know, man. It’s like… I kept catching glimpses of you in the rearview, and I couldn’t look away. Like I was supposed to see you. Like… I was supposed to be you.”
Eric’s breath caught in his throat. He stepped closer, every nerve raw. “I kept thinking the same thing.”
Joey blinked. “Wait, seriously?”
Eric’s voice cracked. “All day. I kept imagining myself in your skin. Your face. Your body. Your life.”
Joey’s lips parted, but he didn’t laugh. Neither of them did. The night thickened, the hum of cicadas rising like static in a dream.
“I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself,” Eric confessed. “But there was this… itch. In my brain. In my body. Like the only way to make it stop was to know what it’s like to live inside you.”
Joey looked away, chest rising and falling. “I was ashamed too. But it also… turned me on. Like, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wearing your shirt. Smelling your sweat. Saying your name and making it mine.”
Eric whispered, “Me too.”
They stood in silence, everything unspoken stretching between them like a rubber band pulled to its limit.
Then Eric spoke again, low and deliberate. “I have a proposal. But it’s a little crazy”
Joey didn’t hesitate. “Say it.”
Eric gestured toward the restroom. “Let’s swap. Clothes. Cars. Everything. Just for tonight. Let’s see how it goes.”
Joey’s eyes gleamed with something hungry. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Eric shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his oversized shirt swallowing him whole. He could feel the seams of the fabric straining against his body, the heat of the small space making his skin prickle. Joey leaned casually against the sink, his fitted shirt stretching across the firm contours of his chest.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, the silence thick with something unspoken.
“So…” Joey started, his voice low and smooth. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning Eric’s frame with an intensity that made Eric’s stomach flip.
“So,” Eric echoed, his voice shaky. He pulled at his shirt, trying to ease the tightness around his midsection. “You really want to do this?”
Joey didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step closer, his presence filling the room. His eyes lingered on Eric’s face, then dropped to his body, taking in every curve, every fold. There was something in his gaze, a curiosity, maybe, or something deeper. Something Eric couldn’t quite place.
“Yeah,” Joey said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to do this. Don’t you?”
Eric swallowed hard. Did he? He’d fantasized about it all day. What it would be like to step into Joey’s body, to feel the confidence that radiated from him, to know what it was like to be wanted. But now that the moment was here, his heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat.
“I… yeah,” Eric stammered. “I do.”
Joey’s lips curved into a small smile, and he reached for the hem of his shirt. Eric’s breath hitched as Joey slowly pulled it up, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen, the sharp lines of his chest. The fabric slipped over his head, and Joey tossed it aside, his bare skin gleaming under the harsh light.
Eric couldn’t look away. His eyes traced every inch of Joey’s body, from the broad shoulders to the defined arms, the firm chest, the narrow waist. It was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever dreamed of. And it was right there, just within reach.
Joey gave a nervous laugh, breaking the charge in the air. “This is fucking insane.”
Eric nodded, eyes glued to the curve of Joey’s torso. “Insane, yeah. But…”
He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.
They reached for each other’s shirts. Eric gripped Joey’s shirt, still warm from his skin, and pulled it over his head, shuddering as the musk hit his nose. It smelled of salt and sun and something distinctly male. Joey slid into Eric’s huge tee, the fabric foreign and thrilling against his skin.
Then came the pants.
Joey dropped his gym shorts to the tile floor, revealing strong thighs, sinewy and tan, with a bulge that made Eric momentarily forget to breathe. He wasn’t trying to show off. It just was.
Eric fumbled with his belt, then pushed his jeans down slowly, revealing boxer briefs stretched over a soft, pale belly, his legs thicker. The air buzzed between them, and for a long, silent beat, they stood like that, half-dressed, gazing openly.
Joey’s lips curled into a sly smile, and without another word, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down slowly, deliberately.
The fabric caught on his hips for a moment before finally giving way, revealing the hard length of his cock, already half-hard and twitching against his thigh. Eric’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in the sight. It was huge, thicker than he’d imagined, the vein running along the underside making it look even more imposing.
Joey let out a low chuckle, his voice teasing. “What? Not what you expected?”
Eric couldn’t find the words. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Instead, his hands moved on their own, trembling as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the warm, smooth skin. Joey groaned softly at the touch, his hips bucking forward slightly, seeking more contact. Eric’s fingers wrapped around the base, his grip tentative, unsure. He couldn’t believe he was touching Joey like this, that he was allowed to touch him like this. His heart raced, and he felt a rush of heat spread through his body.
Joey’s hands were already moving, sliding Eric’s boxers down his hips, his touch firm but gentle. Eric froze, his cheeks flushing as the cool air hit his exposed skin. Joey’s eyes roamed over his body, his gaze hungry, taking in every detail. Eric’s cock was small, almost shy, nestled in a thatch of dark hair. Joey’s lips parted, a soft exhale escaping him as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin.
Eric’s breath caught as he took in the sight of Joey’s body, his eyes tracing every line, every muscle. Joey’s skin was smooth, his body toned and firm. It was everything Eric had ever wanted, and it was right there, just within reach.
Joey’s eyes roamed over Eric’s body, his expression filled with something Eric couldn’t quite place. “You’re beautiful,” Joey said again, his voice filled with awe.
They swapped boxers. Eric brought Joey’s to his face and inhaled, eyes fluttering shut. The scent was intoxicating with sweat, soap, and something raw. Joey did the same with Eric’s, lips parting slightly.
Then pants. Then socks. Then shoes. Every item peeled off or slipped on with attention, with longing. They watched how the fabrics clung differently, how they sat on unfamiliar hips.
Joey slid Eric’s glasses over his face, blinking. “Shit,” he whispered. “I feel like I’m becoming you.”
Eric was holding Joey’s ID, thumbing over the name. “This is so hot,” he murmured, slipping it into his wallet. “I want to be you. Not just wear you.”
They passed phones, wallets, keys. With every exchange, they whispered their new names aloud, again and again. Joey, now calling himself Eric, stared down at the cracked phone he’d inherited. Eric, now calling himself Joey, held Joey’s sleek one like a holy relic.
“This is real,” Joey as Eric said, voice trembling with awe. “We’re actually doing this.”
Eric as Joey grinned, boyish and unashamed. “And it feels amazing.”
Joey as Eric ran his hand slowly down the front of his new shirt, Eric’s shirt, feeling the tightness across a softer body. “Guess I should start answering to ‘Eric.’”
Eric as Joey adjusted the waistband of Joey’s shorts on his rounder hips and looked in the mirror, breath catching. “And I should start answering to Joey now. Holy shit. God, this feels right.”
Outside, the air was cooler. Fresher. The night wind carried their new scents, their new identities.
Joey raised a hand. “Later, Joey.”
Eric grinned. “See you around, Eric.”
They got into each other’s cars and drove back to the highway, their old selves left behind under the hum of that flickering light.
As the highway swallowed them again, the lines on the road seemed to bend. Joey drove the wheezing Corolla, sweat pooling in new places like beneath his gut, between his thighs. He breathed heavier. Felt every jolt in his spine. The air smelled different. He caught himself muttering, “I’m Eric,” over and over, his fingers sticky on the wheel. Meanwhile, Eric drove the Chevy like it was a chariot. His fingers flexed over the leather. He took off his shirt imagining he has abs and muscles even though in reality he was overtly obese.
After another two hours of night driving, the highway began to blur. Street signs smeared like watercolor in their headlights, and exhaustion hummed behind their eyes. The Blue Swallow Motel buzzed under a dying neon sign, flickering like a broken pulse against the night sky. Gravel crunched under tires as both cars rolled in at the same time, headlights dimming, engines silencing. The silence between the two men was charged, thick, and electric. They exited simultaneously, each carrying a duffel bag that didn’t belong to them.
The motel lobby was stale and yellow-lit, walls lined with faded pamphlets and a dusty ficus. Behind the desk, a clerk in a tan vest nursed lukewarm coffee, eyes narrowing as the two men stepped in.
Joey, presenting as Eric, approached first and slid an ID and credit card onto the counter. “One room. Name’s Eric Lard.”
The clerk picked up the ID: an overweight man with thick glasses. He looked at Joey. What he saw was a lean, sharp-jawed, handsome man. The resemblance was... off. He glanced at the man waiting behind him, who looked more like the guy on the card.
“This you?” the clerk asked.
Joey nodded. “Yep.”
“You’re... Eric Lard? You drop 200 pounds overnight?”
Joey smiled thinly. “Something like that.”
The second man stepped up. “I’ll take a room too. Joey Stoll.”
The clerk looked at the next ID. He saw a young, fit, confident man. He stared at the man before him: rounder face, tight shirt, greasy hair.
“You’re this guy?” the clerk asked.
Eric nodded. “Stress eating. Finals.”
The clerk looked between them, frowning. “You sure you didn’t just swap IDs?”
Joey leaned on the counter. “Nope. I’m Eric. He’s Joey.”
“Right,” the clerk muttered. “And pigs fly.”
Eric gave a low chuckle. “Why would I want to be a fatass like Eric Lard?” He lifted his shirt slightly, belly peeking out, pretending it was flat and tight.
Joey smirked. “What do you think this is? Freaky Friday?”
“Body swapping isn’t real,” Eric added.
The clerk narrowed his eyes, but finally relented. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”
“Alright then. Mr. Lard, Room 12. Mr. Stoll, Room 14,” he said, eyeing them both one more time. “Whatever game this is, you win. Enjoy your stay.”
And as they walked the hallway in opposite directions, bags in hand, bags that didn’t match their bodies, but matched their names, neither could stop thinking about the exchange. About being called Eric Lard. About being called Joey Stoll. About being seen and spoken to as the other man. It was intoxicating.
In their separate motel rooms, they stripped naked, slowly, deliberately like shedding old skin. The clothes they’d worn didn’t quite fit the bodies they had literally… but somehow, they fit them figuratively. Clothes that whispered of who they wanted to be.
They stepped into their showers. Two rooms apart, but moving like mirrors. Steam billowed. Water ran hot, cascading over skin that felt like it wasn't their own.
Joey stood under the stream, hands gliding over his chest, his abs. He let his eyes close. He imagined thicker arms. A rounder chest. Softer belly. A fuller face. Hair slicked down on a broader scalp. He imagined his body becoming Eric’s. And in that moment, he didn’t just picture it, he almost felt it.
Meanwhile, Eric dragged soap along his huge belly, jaw clenching as he stared at the fogged mirror. He imagined a flat stomach. Cut hips. Narrow waist. Hair that stayed in place without effort. A cock that matched a tighter, fitter frame. He imagined being Joey. And he could almost feel it. The difference. The shift. The desire. It made him stroke himself slowly, reverently, like he was Joey already.
After the water cooled and their skin prickled with heat, they pulled on each other’s clothes. Joey buttoned Eric’s shirt over his own chest with something like reverence. Eric tugged on Joey’s tighter jeans, savoring how they hugged differently now.
After the shower, they slept. And in their dreams, they found each other.
Joey appeared as a glowing blue figure. He still looked muscular.
Eric shimmered in soft purplish pink, round and heavy. They stood in a hazy, neon-lit void with no floor, no walls. Just them, suspended in color and longing.
Joey’s voice trembled. “I wish I could really be you.”
Eric reached out, fingertips brushing Joey’s glowing jaw. “I want your life. Your face. Your body.”
The space between them rippled. Light twisted.
Joey’s blue form warped, softened, and swelled until he stood wide and round like Eric, but still tinted blue.
Across from him, Eric’s pink shape pulled tighter, straighter, and more muscular. Then his hands pressed against a firmer chest and stomach, eyes gleaming with awe.
They looked at each other. They were transformed yet glowing in their original colors and smiled.
And then, everything went dark.
They woke in the same bed and the same motel room they slept in that night.
Joey was heavy now. Belly rising and falling with his breath. The waistband of Eric’s old sweatpants fit perfectly. And Eric, he sat up fast, heart pounding, chest tight. He looked down at the flat plane of his stomach, the firm tension in his thighs beneath Joey’s jeans. He pressed his palm against his own abs, wide-eyed.
They ran outside their rooms and looked at each other.
And they knew. They had swapped. Really. Fully. Irrevocably.
Joey, now Eric, let out a stunned laugh. “Holy shit.”
Eric, now Joey, grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It worked.”
They dressed quickly. Every article of clothing fit perfectly. Shoes, socks, even the tension of a belt against the waist. It was seamless. Fated.
By midmorning, they were already on the road, driving to each other’s homes.
Joey, in Eric’s heavier body, gripped the steering wheel with confident hands, windows down, wind blowing through borrowed hair.
Eric, in Joey’s fit body, couldn’t stop smiling in the rearview mirror, his reflection showing him a future he’d only dared dream about.
Two men. Two cars. Two swapped souls. One interstate interchange.
If you have the proper certifications, you probably care about your clients. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Here's a short experiment in capturing a few different steps in the "process" of body swapping.
Tyler was a nearly 300lbs blob of a man working as a car salesman about 24 hours ago. Now Ty is the new up and coming fitness model for Men’s Health Magazine
Good thing he knew how to sew after his sleeves completely split open in one movement
(Credits to the owner of the first image, forgot where I got it from)
Jordan looked at himself in the mirror and got sad. He noticed fresh stretch marks on his stomach which meant he gained fat again
See, Jordan wasn’t particularly proud of how round he’s gotten since the start of summer break.
He looked in the mirror and said “I should really start working out and getting thinner before heading back to school”.
“Might as well watch some TV downstairs”. He went down, got a cup of water from the tap and sat down across the living room TV taking a huge swig of the water
He watched TV for hours on end almost rotting in place in the living room. During that time though, he kept thinking to himself if he should work out in a few days, maybe even join a gym or something
It was already way past 10PM so he decided to just go ahead and catch some sleep - without a clear agenda tomorrow, he guessed it’s just the same routine again the following day
He got into bed and just dozed off immediately
Hours passed. Jordan wasn’t exactly a neat sleeper, he would toss and turn throughout the night switching positions, kicking off the sheet, and all that. He was also a heavy sleeper so it really wasn’t the best combo
What happened that night though he wouldn’t have been able to notice, let alone feel. His body started heating up and sweating, despite the room being cold already
His body started sweating like crazy but also started getting leaner and the fat that used to be there slowly got replaced with muscle…and then some
Everything about him started deflating and inflating at the same time. Muscles started appearing, fat disappearing. Practically showing signs of increased muscle mass and strength
It was in the middle of the night when the changes started completely ramping up and going crazy
His unconscious body already took note of the increased heat and pulled his shirt up revealing what’s been growing underneath
With every breath he took more and more muscle mass started showing up. He was now already sporting pecs and 6 pack abs - something he seriously didn’t have the day before - and all of it just kept growing, getting bigger and more defined
His muscles eventualy grew so much over the course of the night that it could no longer handle the growth so it just eventually gave up and exploded right then and there
He was almost practically unrecognizable at this point but the growth and changes kept going.
His arms kept getting heavier and heavier as more muscle piled onto his biceps and triceps, almost doubling the total circumference of his arms. Veins started snaking their way through to supply blood to the newly strengthened area
His chest also kept growing. His already present pecs were getting thicker and fuller, rising from his chest and defining their own place as if creating their own mounds and valleys
His abs were now much more visible and showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.
He was now occupying more bed space as his back and shoulders practically shot outwards making him near double in width from who he was just a few hours ago
And finally his legs, not only did they lengthen to the point that they now hung over the bed but the muscles in his glutes, thighs, ans calves were the textbook definition of tree trunks
He now practically looked like a behemoth on his bed. As he tossed and turned, his shirt already came off and showed off his back
Thick muscles creating valleys across his wide back that would make any man jealous of the definition. His width alone could eclipse anyone at that point
Then his alarm went off, it was morning the next day
He got up, still not noticing how heavy his body felt or how his vantage point is already at a much higher elevation. It was only by the time he felt a breeze on his chest did he notice he wasn’t wearing a shirt. He looked down and screamed “HOLY SHIT! WHOSE BODY IS THIS?!”
His voice carried enough weight that it practically vibrated inside his room, almost an octave lower than his usual voice
He ran to the mirror and was shocked by what he saw
He still recognized his face but it was replaced by what he would call an absolute unit
His jawline alone was so perfect that he was aroused by the sight alone. Perfect lantern cut jaw, something he didn’t know he had under the fat that he knew he had the day before.
He inspected his new body and felt every crevasse of his new found musculature. “FUCK I HAVE ABS” he said while feeling up 6-8 bumps on his stomach that wasn’t there before
His pecs involuntarily bounced and he was shocked that they moved “what the fuck?” He said and tried to control it. Lo and behold they bounced on command. He felt the weight of them as each pec rose and fell.
He checked his arms and flexed, seeing such a massive bicep show up out of nowhere. Well, not really from nowwhere. “This can’t be me, can it?” He said as he flexed both arms
After some time of self exploration, he decided he wanted to get out of the house and take this new muscle for a test drive
He went through his closet and found the biggest shirt he had and jeans. He knew the shirt was the biggest one he owned but he struggled to put it on. His new massive frame almost not fitting into the shirt. The jeans also practically turned into skinny jeans due to his thighs stretching the fabric to its limits
He stepped outside and felt the sun hit his skin. Still somewhat of a foreign feeling seeing that he now occupied 2-3x the usual space he occupied yesterday
“Might as well head to the gym” he said confidently as he went back inside to get his keys
Hayley, the daughter of the nextdoor neighbor - who was the same age as him and went to the same school - saw him as he walked back. She knew Jordan but this man was someone she never saw before but she could tell from afar that he looked like Jordan. She shouted at him “Hey, are you new here or are you Jordan’s brother?”
Jordan heard her question and just laughed a bit but mustered up an answer “no it’s me, Jordan!” He said
Hayley was shocked by the answer that she couldn’t respond but Jordan could tell she was red hot and blushed as she ran back inside.
“Might visit her after gym” he said confidently. He knew his nee self could take her out on a date - heck even carry her with one hand at that point
“This summer’s going to be great” he said to himself joyfully as he went into his car and drove off
Remember Toby? The chubby, kinda loser guy who was still with us at 22. I stumbled onto his IG: one pic every year, now he's 28. Holy shit, you gotta see him! I'd let that roided bull absolutely wreck me!
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