#bodyswap

[assassinbugs]

You bodyswap with your icon. How do you feel?

FCUCK YEAH!! WOOHOO!! AMAZING!

it's cool 👍 it's positive and good

it's ok

neutral

hm. could be better

ngl it's bad

FUCK. THIS SUCKS.

confused

other / I'm bald / infinitely nuanced answer

Voting ended onOct 29, 2024

idc if it's not a person. if your icon is a sunrise, you're a sunrise now.

poll about swapping with prev's icon here

[zoeyhorse]

Trixie and RainbowDash have an idea

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[harufox64]

The doctor is back! And the clinic is open, were gonna have so much fun!

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Accident at Fort Campbell

The U.S. military had been working on ultrasonic brainwave manipulation experiments for years at Fort Campbell, Colorado. The scientists and soldiers there had finally thought they had made a breakthrough when an electric substation overloaded and caused the machine to send out a sonic wave that switched half the town into each other's bodies. The machine then exploded, leveling two buildings on the base and forcing the military to admit to the town what had happened. Everyone was instructed to carry on their life normally no matter whose bodies they had wound up in, so that word of the failed experiment wouldn’t get beyond the town’s boundaries.

Tom

“That military experiment gone wrong was the best thing that ever happened to me” said Tom, lifting up his shirt and caressing the rigid abs underneath. Just two more weeks of teaching those whiny teens calculus and it’s off to sunny Los Angeles” said Tom as he flicked his nipple and felt his new dick begin to rise. Tom only needed to do a few more onlyfans streams showing off his bubble butt and post a few more hour long body exploration videos then he would have enough money for a first class ticket and a few nights at a fancy hotel while he began filming videos with all the guys he had been messaging with for the last week. Poor Drake the personal trainer at the local gym had not taken the shock very well, of course, how could he with Toms' old fat body and bad heart. Tom was sure the ladies in town would miss seeing Drake at the gym and in their beds. He would go and visit Drake in his old body in the hospital before he left and maybe send him a free subscription so he could see what he was missing out on. Sure he’d cry about what would happen when the machine was fixed but by then Tom would be long gone with a new number and no more cares in the world.

Liam

“ Yes Mr. Davis I promise I won’t do anything to embarrass you before the machine is fixed” sighed Liam on the phone with Richard Davis, his father's best friend and whose body he now found himself in. “You better not, I have a reputation to uphold in this town, and I don’t need my best buds gay son ruining it. You may have convinced him to still love you, but if you were my son living in sin you would have been kicked out and had the door slammed in your face the minute you turned eighteen, none of this taking a gap year to figure out what you wanted to do with your life that actually lasted until you were twenty crap,” yelled Richard in Liam’s old voice on the other end of the phone. Richard hung up the phone in disgust and looked at his laptop on the bed in the dingy motel room Richard was paying for to keep him out of sight. That was the last straw he clicked purchase on the bus tickets to New York he had been debating on buying. He then called up the tattoo shop to see if they could fit him in that afternoon for a chest tattoo and tramp stamp he would place on his lower back right above his new hairy ass and tight hole for everyone to see. He had already gotten a nose piercing and this leather outfit he was currently trying on at the sex shop in the next town over two days ago, but now he had to get something a little more permanent for dear old Richard. Staring at his reflection in the mirror he smiled an evil grin creeping across his face as he felt his leather pants stretch to their limits in the front. He could also feel the heat that radiated off of Mr. Davis’ bear of a body as he began to sweat in his tight outfit. He had never smelt such a manly scent come out of his thin original body that had barely grown a single hair in his twenty years of life. Now his new body smelled so good to Liam he grabbed the underwear he had discarded before he had put on his leather gear and took a deep inhale loving every second of it. If Richard ever managed to track him down in New York City he wanted to make sure he wouldn’t even want his old body back and that his reputation would be ruined. Liam had always had a thing for older guys and now he got to stare at Mr Davis’ fit body with his large muscular chest everyday in the mirror maybe he should get his rock hard nipples pierced next. Yeah this accident may have been just the thing to really get Liam’s life started.

Gladis and Rose

“Gladis do you think our families will come looking for us?”questioned the guy in the striped swim trunks. “Please, Rose, those ungrateful people were probably overjoyed when those boys woke up rambling about being swapped into two old ladies. They probably couldn’t sign the paperwork fast enough to have us shipped off to the loony bin for advanced dementia and Alzheimer’s. They probably didn’t even report it to the military. They were too busy planning what they would do now that they didn’t have to stare at us and count down the minutes during their monthly visits to the nursing home” said Gladis, adjusting her sunglasses and tugging at the bulge in her shorts. “Yeah you’re right and no one here suspects a thing since we were the only ones on the bus taking the college volleyball team back from nationals affected by the military base explosion” Rose replied, staring down at her toned chest. “Exactly now lets grab another drink plus I see those two boys from the swim team totally checking us out” said Gladis chugging down her beer and smiling across the quad. The two old ladies left their old life behind and started life over completely as they were now just Chad and Bryan, two trust fund volleyball bros looking for a good time at college six states away.

Javier and Alex

Repairing the machine would take a lot longer than the generals at the base had initially thought. Especially since the military was busy trying to find some of their own soldier’s bodies who had vanished right after the swapping shockwave had hit. Two of their best special ops Marines had shown up in the bodies of two slender twinks who worked at the town gay bar. It seems their bodies had taken off in the middle of the night and boarded a plane to Chicago. They had sent their best people there to hunt them down. “Good thinking buying those fake plane tickets Alex” said Javier. “Yeah it’ll be weeks before they track us down to this hotel in Miami. I may just hop on the next boat to the Dominican and never look back” said Alex, grinding on his boyfriend's muscled body. “Whatever you want babe we need some more privacy anyway, you know the front desk said we would be kicked out if they got another late night noise complaint” said Javier smiling back at Alex. “Hey it’s not my fault that the walls are paper thin and your new ass is so tight” he laughed as the two enjoyed another sun and booze filled day at the hotel pool.

[mr2swap]

#THEINCIDENT

The air in my old room smells of old farts and defeat. I settle into bed, and the old mattress creaks under a weight I've never borne before. I feel the friction of my new, voluminous belly against my thighs, the constant tension in a back that has lost all muscle definition, the perpetual chill on a scalp that is now just smooth, hairless skin. Every morning I wake up expecting it to be a nightmare, and every morning reality hits me in the form of this fifty-four-year-old, bald, overweight body.

Moving back to my parents' house was the most humiliating thing. This accountant's body, the Robert "Bob" Jenkins body, couldn't afford the rent on my loft. My protein and gym sponsorships... our sponsorships... evaporated as soon as people saw what I had become.

But the worst wasn't the material. It was Jenna's look, filled with confusion and then pure revulsion when I tried to explain that it was me, Kyle, trapped inside this... shell of grease and gray hair. "Kyle, this isn't healthy. You should get help," she said before blocking me everywhere. My friends, my gym brothers, just make excuses now. "Uh, dude, we're just really busy," they say on the phone, and I can hear the discomfort in their voices as they speak in the deep, breathy voice of an older stranger. Even my own parents tiptoe around me. Mom avoids eye contact, and Dad only talks to me about the weather, unable to connect with the older man who claims to be the son he was so proud of.

With a frustrated growl coming hoarse from this alien throat, I grab my laptop. I need to wallow in my misery. I navigate to my old Instagram profile, @KyleTheTitan.

And there I am. Or rather, there he is. Bob, I guess his new young brain acted quickly and changed my social media passwords. It should have been easy; he had my phone number and my face.

The photo is a stab. My V-shaped torso, my rock-solid biceps, my chiseled abs, all dressed up like a suit by that grinning imposter. He's wearing only tight gym shorts and holding a tub of the protein I helped promote. The headline reads: "New horizons! Grateful for this second chance and for my partners at @FlexFuelNutrition who believe in me #SwapCorpSurvivor #StrongerThanEver."

I feel a fierce nausea burning in my stomach, a stomach that is now soft and round. That body was my temple, my identity. I shaped it with years of sacrifice, pain, and discipline. And now that financial softie, Bob Jenkins, is there, grinning like a fool, taking in all the glory, endorsements, and health insurance showering the "innocent victims of the Incident."

Rage courses through my veins, but it's followed by a much stranger and more treacherous feeling. As I stare at the screen, admiring every muscle cut I've carved, an intense and completely involuntary arousal begins to grow in my groin, swelling against the restrictive fabric of these hideous polyester pants my father lent me.

I look down, with horror and a hint of fascination. An erection, firm and insistent, deforms the fabric. It's this old, rejected body responding to the sight of my own former body, a body everyone desired and now no one denies Bob. The disconnect is so surreal it almost makes me dizzy. I hadn't touched myself in months, my enormous, hairy balls swollen from the withdrawal from accepting this perverse reaction. The confusion is total.

Suddenly, a notification pops up in the corner of the screen. An alert from a local news network.

"Protest outside SwapCorp offices: Victims call for halt to 'cure' research"

My heart pounding in a way this new body finds alarming, I click.

The video plays, showing a crowd in front of SwapCorp's glass building. And there, in the front row, with my powerful chest puffed out and my voice, now strangely modulated with the conviction of a middle-aged man, shouting into a megaphone, is Bob Jenkins.

"Our bodies are not experiments!" shouts the muscular figure that was once me. "This body is mine now! It's a gift. SwapCorp must stop its dangerous quest to reverse the process. We demand to be acknowledged and left alone! My name is Kyle, and this is my body!"

The crowd cheers. Camera flashes illuminate Bob's defined pecs as he struts in front of the camera with a charismatic smile, the gaze of a crowd of men and women never leaving him.

I sat frozen in my teenage bedroom, mesmerized by the live action. Before I knew it, my cock was out of my pants, and my hand was pumping up and down. The smell of my old cock filled my room, and sticky precum lubricated my fingers until my cock exploded, completely staining my laptop screen.

Completely in ecstasy, lying on my bed and completely exhausted, all I could hear was my old voice on the computer.

"Yeah, I think I'm putting this body to better use. I'm sure the real Kyle thinks so."

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Hey, hello again! I hope you haven't forgotten me. I just wrote my first story since my return and posted it on Ko-fi. Thank you so much for your patience, and I hope you enjoy this old story from my archives. See you sooner than you think!

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[assassinbugs]

You bodyswap with PREV'S icon. How do you feel?

Amazing!! Yay!! Wahoo!!

it's good and cool 👍

it's ok

neutral

could be better...

it's bad.

it SUCKS it's SO BAD

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other / I'm bald / infinitely nuanced answer

Voting ended onOct 29, 2024

you still swap even if it's not a person. if it's a chair you're a chair 👍

poll about swapping with you own icon here

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[greyswap]

The New Me...

I knew him the moment I opened my eyes. I’d seen that face before, across locker rooms and bar counters, in the way people parted when he walked in — the man everyone noticed, the man I could never be. Broad-shouldered, impossibly handsome, muscles cut into stone. He was the alpha I had envied, admired, resented, all at once.

And now he was me.

I stumbled to the mirror, heart hammering in a chest twice the size I remembered. The reflection stopped me cold — the beard, the jaw, the kind of eyes that made others look away first. I lifted an arm and the muscle bunched like steel cables, veins rising, power humming under my skin. A laugh, deep and resonant, rolled out of me without permission.

For years I’d wished to be him. To wear that confidence, to command that respect, to move through the world untouchable. And staring into the mirror, seeing his — my — perfect form gazing back with a smirk, I realized the wish had come true.

I wasn’t the shadow anymore. I was Coach Tyler now.