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IDEAL BODY!!
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BECOMING VAUGHN
Peter hated Mondays.
Especially this Monday, when he walked into the university library and immediately locked eyes with Derek Vaughn, six-foot-two of sculpted muscle, cocky smirk, and the kind of effortless charisma that made professors laugh at jokes that weren’t even funny. And, of course, Derek’s favorite hobby? Making Peter’s life hell.
"Hey, twig," Derek called, slamming a meaty hand on his shoulder, twisting painfully. "You gonna cry if I take the last coffee? Oh wait, you already look like you’re about to."
Peter clenched his jaw, his face burning as Derek laughed cruelly, pushing him to the ground and sauntering off.
This was pretty much a daily experience at this point, but it seemed worse on Monday's, as if Derek had missed bullying him all weekend, and had to make up for it.
Peter slumped at his desk, scrolling through Reddit threads about revenge fantasies when he stumbled upon it: "BodySwap.exe – A Little Justice for the Underdogs"
The post was buried in an occult forum, barely upvoted. The instructions were simple:
1. Download the file.
2. Input the target’s full name and photo.
3. Hit ‘RUN’ at midnight.
4. Enjoy your new life.
Peter hesitated. This is insane, almost definitely a virus. But he remembered Derek's smirk, the cruel laughter, the months and months of endless torment, driving him to loathe going to university.
He downloaded the file.
The program loaded with a flicker of eerie green light. Peter typed:
TARGET: DEREK MICHAEL VAUGHN
He dragged in Derek’s most recent Snapchat pic, not caring that the screenshot notification would be sent to him - shirtless at the gym as he lifted, biceps glistening, abs like a damn anatomy chart.
His cursor hovered over RUN, and for a second, he was afraid. This isn't real, so why was he trying it? Surely now he's screenshotted that picture Derek would beat the shit out of him, his life would be over.
"But what if it isn't fake, what if it works?" A part of him thought. "Isn't it about time you get to be the one on top for once?"
He clicked, and a jolt of electricity shot through his body. His vision went white.
Then he blacked out.
He awoke in an unfamiliar room, feeling dazed and horny. His cock was hard and wet in his designer boxers, the result of a wet dream, and his head pounded, clearly hungover.
After a second of groggily awakening, he realised the difference in environment. His arm thicker, tatted, unmistakeably familiar.
"The fuck?" He thought, then remembered. "Oh my fucking god."
He sprung up, the world spinning brutally, and drunkenly staggered towards the mirror facing his bed. He flexed, watching the muscles ripple under his skin. His biceps. His abs.
A grin split his face. It worked. He grabbed his phone - Derek’s phone - and scrolled through the notifications.
"Bro, where u at? Party at mine!"
Peter laughed. Oh, this was going to be fun.
He strutted into Derek’s, now his, living room like he owned it - because he did now. His roommate, Chad, barely glanced up.
"Dude, you look like shit. Too much tequila last night?"
Peter, Derek, smirked. "Nah. Just feeling powerful." He caught his reflection again - that jaw, those eyes, the way his shirt stretched over his chest.
"Bro, you're fucking stupid. That doesn't even make sense haha."
But he didn't care. He was Derek Vaughn now. And the old Derek?
He checked his old phone.
1 New Message (From: Wimplord): "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME?!"
He grinned, and sent back a selfie, feeling a pulse of sick pleasure flow through him.
"Enjoy being nobody, freak."
He blocked the number.
At first, it was perfect.
Girls flirted with him. Guys respected him. Professors gave him passes he’d never gotten as Peter.
But one night, he dreamed, flashes of Derek’s memories. Football games. Parties. The rush of knocking someone weaker to the ground.
And worse, the hunger. He woke up craving things he’d never wanted before. The thrill of dominance. The need to control.
One night, he caught himself laughing as some freshman flinched away from him.
"Pathetic," he muttered - the inflection matching how Derek used to talk to him, before all of this.
That night, at yet another party, he beat the shit out of some freshman he caught checking him out. He revelled in the feeling - the power - it brought. It felt right, and that terrified what was left of Peter.
He grabbed his phone, trying to find the file to reverse this. But the file was gone. The forum post deleted.
And when he caught his reflection in the screen of his phone, Derek’s cruel, sexy smirk looked back - natural. Right.
The last trace of Peter faded as he lifted a beer to his lips, slinging an arm around a giggling sorority girl, his cock twitching and the pulse of pleasure eradicating that old wimp.
"Cheers," he said, letting the arm slung around the girl grab her tit, squeezing as she giggled.
And he meant it.
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Hi ladies!
Okay there was this fanfic I read YEARS ago and what I can remember is that Kurt and Chris switch places with eachother. Where Kurt is in our world and Chris is in Glee world..I think? Or it could be the other way around but that was the concept. Does this possibly ring a bell?
Thank you for all you do and keeping us all entertained. 💛
Hello!
I found this on watt pad! You’ll need to sign in. Jen
Read Chapter One from the story The Switch [Klaine/CrissColfer] by WriterGirl150 with 557 reads. blaineanderson, darren...
Chris Colfer is heartbroken when Darren Criss doesn't return his feelings. All Chris wants is Kurt Hummel's life. He wants the happiness, the friends, the family. But most of all, he wants to be able to walk down the street hand in hand with the boy he's so desperately in love with. All he wants is to call him his boyfriend. When he wakes up to find that his wish has come true, and he's living in the Glee world, he doesn't want to go back. There's only one problem: Kurt isn't too keen on letting Chris have his life.
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ETA: I think the fic you're looking for is this one. ~Lynne
Worlds Apart by surnaturelle
After a car accident, Darren and Blaine swap bodies. Will they be able to go back ? How will Kurt and Chris react ? Set before Funeral/during the shooting of Funeral, based on speculations at the time.
Pointing out that this is NOT a "role-swap" AU! It's based on the movie "FREAKY", meaning Lila and Bob switch bodies!
Bob as Lila sticks to red turtlenecks, still in the actual size he wears them, meaning they are quite oversized now. So he uses a belt to fasten it. Also he tied the hair so it doesn't get in the way. He gets soon reminded Lila's body lacks regeneration abilities and is not nearly as strong as his own. So killing becomes difficult at first.
Lila as Bob gets a purple sweater and discovers that Bob's body is not only ridiculousy durable, but also much stronger than her own. But how will she convince Jaune it's her?
All I did was switch their poses and expressions, but damn it has quite the impact I must say. XD
Playing with @nonotnolan's stories: A Warlock Tale
This Story is dedicated to my Boyfriend #NoNotNolan for a Valentine's day exchange. Love You Sweetness!!!
Score!!!
The small college stadium erupted in cheers as the home team scored a touchdown. I should have been excited that my team was doing so well, but I was too focused on the weird energy that started to swirl around the field. A quick glance at the opposing stands showed my cousin was equally perplexed at the unfolding situation. I sent her a quick mental message declaring a truce while I investigated the strange phenomenon. Her inner voice agreed to hold off on our bet and she would handle crowd control if things turned south.
I refocused on the weird loopy energy that flowed onto the field, it didn’t behave like any spell I was aware of. A quick mental check of the wards concluded that there wasn’t any breach, so this magic was coming from inside the school grounds. The game continued as I studied the odd currents winding around the players but never making contact with them. Soon the field was engulfed, like an invisible fog that just settled there.
I kept trying to figure out what this unusual spell was for, it didn’t feel like any Warlock or Witches magic. Nor did it act like it originated from any Divine or Infernal source.
My musings were interrupted by a sudden change in the currents. The energy started to focus on the players, breaking apart until each of them had their own little cloud of magic. Alarmed, both my cousin and I activated the protective charms etched into our team’s uniforms.
Nothing.
The clouds kept condensing and rotating until a collar formed around the necks of each player. Small symbols embedded in the collars began to glow with a dark purple radiance. A gurgling from my stomach proved to be a distraction as other people in the stands clutched their bellies in pained expressions. Raising my shirt showed a rash forming on my skin taking the shape of a glyph. A quick glance at my cousin informed me that she was in a similar situation. A simple “Oh Fuck” escaped my lips as a purple tinged darkness enveloped my consciousness.
My body felt heavy as my awareness crept back slowly, I was laying flat but instead of the cold plastic of the stadium I felt grass underneath me. I tried to lift myself up but something heavy laid across my lower back. A deep guttural grunt escaped my lips as I pushed harder off the ground and the weight slid off my back to reveal an unconscious football player. Deep screams echoed around me as the effected people both on and off the field began to awaken. Before a riot could ensue, I used a prepared spell embedded into the ward stones to halt time.
The only other person moving was a behemoth of a man that was quietly checking out his own ass. I approached my cousin in her (now his) new form and he looked up at me.
“Oh, hey Bailey I’ve never swapped into a guy before, any idea how this happened?”
“I don’t know, but if you’d like to help me instead of checking out your new “Assets” I’d appreciate it”
“Fuck You! I didn’t cause this”
“I know that dipshit! I just need your help to figure things out”
“Oh”
“This time spell wont last forever, we only got like 15 min before everything stars up again”
“In my 200 years I’ve never seen a purple spell before. Divine is always Yellow and Infernal is Red”
“Well, what’s neither Divine nor Internal then?”
“How should I know?”
“You’re like 180 years older than me! Aren’t you supposed to get wiser or some shit like that!”
“Nope”
“Do you at least have any spells that can help?”
“Nope”
“What the actual Fuck! Steph, how are we going to fix this mess?”
“I dunno, I’m a plant and potions witch or warlock now, I’ve only swapped bodies when I get too old and its usually Uncle Max who casts the spell”
“I AM NOT GONNA BRING DAD HERE!!!”
“You know He’s gonna find out” “I’m not the only one with a new body”
This body was already spiking adrenaline, but the thought of summoning my father sent another shot throughout my system. I knew Steph was right, but my dad and I have a “rocky” relationship and I really, really, didn’t want to bring him here. Time was running out though, and the mass chaos that’d erupt when the spell lapsed was way beyond anything either of us could handle. I bowed my head, relenting, as I turned my sight inward focusing on the part of my soul that was radiated golden yellow light. I ensnared it and directed it to summon Him. Outside reality split and a masculine figure in gleaming golden armor stepped forward accompanied by a woman shrouded in red tinted darkness. THAT FUCKER HAD BROUGHT MOM TOO…… FUCK!
They both took a moment to breath in the air of the mortal plane before looking at each other in slightly shocked expressions
-DJINN-
-DJINN-
They’re voices rippled reality, as I stood in defiance of these inhuman creatures. My cousin had prostrated himself and was seeking supplication before my father. I sighed with indifference as my father spread his wings and solemnly placed his hand on my cousin’s head.
“Dad we don’t have time for your theatrics! Can you and mom help us or not?”
-IT HAS BEEN MANY THOUSAND OF YEARS SINCE WE ECOUNTERED A DJINN-
-THEY ARE EXTREAMLY VOLATILE AND HAVE ALMOST WI-
“We don’t need a long-winded back story; can you guys help us? Time is limited here.”
My cousin’s new face was stuck in shock at the cavalier manner I spoke to my parents. I didn’t much care, any reverence I had dissipated when I found out that I was their little experiment to see if A Servant of Order and A Child of Chaos could procreate.
-WE COULD-
-IT’S NEVER BEEN-
-ALWAYS A FIRST-
-WE’D HAVE TO HURRY-
-THE TIES STILL REMAIN-
-AND THE DJINN-
-IT’S GONE-
-AGREE-
-AGREE-
“Wait what are you two doin”
My eyes refocused just in time to see 200lbs of muscle barreling towards me. My body automatically shifted its weight and sprinted towards the End Zone. “Touch Down Sting Rays!” came a voice over the loudspeaker.
I still miss my old life as Bailey, now I have to live as “super jock” Buck Ainsley. I still have my magic, though it is harder to major in Occult studies with all the constant partying and football my new life demands. I did shock the entire college when Buck came out as gay and started to hang out with the new Bailey and his geeky friends. As to who had made the wish, it really doesn’t matter, my parents spell forced everyone to live as though nothing ever happened with the exception of me and Steph (who landed in the body of a guy named Stephan, Lucky Fucker).
Bye!
Body Swap 003 - D.Va and Sombra
Sombra's nefarious scheme has worked! She managed to swap bodies with Dva, and plans to use her body to steal some tech from MEKA and Overwatch.
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Oh boy
Heeeeyyyyyy! It’s Star here again. I just found this amazing new body. Looking through her memories I found that her name is Kate. She was just walking through the park when see stopped to smell the flowers but accidentally sniffed me into her body too. It’s so fun. Her body is great. She is so pretty. I love her sense of style. While she doesn’t have the greatest of racks, she more than makes up for it with her giant booty. Do you like my photography skills? Hehehehe. Being Kate is so fun. I just love these boots. If I weren’t already a ghost, I would say they would be to die for. lol. I’m gonna go enjoy myself some more. I think she has lots of spandex. I’ll talk to you all later. Peace out.