#bodyswitch

[bodyswapenespanol]

El asalto

Eh we, no mames, este men sí se pasó de roña, chebato, pensé que el wey me iba a tumbar en la avenida, pero nel. Pinche bato, llegó bien vergas y que me dice “ya te la sabes, ni te resistas que te va a ir en feria”, pensé que me iba a tumbar el celular y nel, we, que se roba mi cuerpo. Nomás me dejó ahí todo paniqueado, al chile, we, no sabía ni que hacer. Se peló con mi cuerpo y me dejó ahí todo bien sacado de pedo sin saber qué hacer ni pa dónde irme. Ya van dos semanas y sigo aquí atorado, ya hasta empiezo a hablar y portarme como él

[cambiosd]

IDEAL BODY!!

Here is the weekly post! ~CambiosD_ 👻

X saw it firts @cambiosd_

[masterwolftfs]

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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[luticono]

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Fair Trade

David was a hard working father trying to provide enough to maintain his son, Martin. The downside to this was he wasn’t spending a lot of time with him. Putting an emotional void between them.

Martin was an attractive young man without knowing the potential he held. It pained David that Martin wouldn’t use his body to its full potential.

One day, David came home early from work. “Hey Martin, im home early!” Yelled David from the front entrance. After not hearing a response he headed upstairs. He discovered his bathroom door opened and saw the embarrassing sight of Martin pleasing himself to one of his briefs. Martin immediately slams the door on him.

A few hours later..

“Hey bud, you doing alright?” Martin asked. “Dad, please go away.” Said Martin. “Son, I know how you feel, when I was your-“ “Dad just stop it! you don’t know how I feel.” Said Martin angrily. “Alright, Ill give you some time to calm down, when your done, come to the living room and we’ll have a chat.” Said David.

A few minutes later..

“Hey dad, Im sorry for how I talked to you..” Said Martin. “Don’t worry bud, I get your sexual desires hehe.” David said. “I love you but sometimes I just wish we could feel more connected.” Martin said. “Yeah, Hehe I wish you knew how good and strong your body is martin.” David said. “And I wish I could spend more time with you dad.” Martin said. “Well, goodnight my son.” David said. They both head to bed and sleep until the next morning.

In the morning

Martin wakes up feeling a bit sore and clumsy. “Woah why do I feel so big all of a sudden.” Martin opens his eyes and sees a huge bulge in his briefs. “Oh my god dad, why didn’t I know you had such a huge package.” Davids package was girthy and long with his balls big and manly. “Damn my armpits smell fucking good.” Martin whips out his new package and starts jerking off. “Ooohh yeah that shits good.” Martin then cums all over his dads chest.

On davids side..

David woke up and already knew something was wrong. He stood up and looked at himself in the mirror, “Hey handsome, Im gonna treat this body how it should be treated.” David Takes off his socks and smells them, “Mmmm” David takes out his package and jerks off. “Oooo fuck yeah im your country boy.” His hot steamy sperm squirts on the mirror. Martin then knocks on the door, “Hey Dad, you like your new body?” Martin says. “Dad?” “Im your son Dad.” David says in a cheeky tone. “Oh dad, im gonna use this body to its full potential.” David says. “Hahaha son, me too.” Martin says. “Alright im going to work” Martin says then leaves.

At the construction site..

Martin was trying his hardest to fit in as his father, He had to take a leak and went to the restroom. At the restroom there was an attractive construction worker guy pissing next to him. “Mind If I give you a hand haha.” Martin said. “Uh David?” The man said. “Just joking with ya haha.” Martin said a bit disappointed. The guy zipped up and left the restroom in a hurry. When Martin finally finished he walked out and saw his manager. “Hey david, Im sorry to say this but, your fired.” “Wait what?” “You harassed one of your coworkers.” The manager said. Defeated, Martin headed back home.

At Martins school.

David was having a blast in his sons body, winning every game and scoring a lot in gym class! “Haha beat that suckers!” David says. “You changed so much martin..” says martins crush. “People change my dude.” David says says. Martins Crush walks away sad. The bell rings and David runs home in his new youthful body.

At home

David and Martin arrived home in each others bodies. “Im sorry Dad, I got fired.” Martin said. “Oh thats fine, its your body now anyways.” David said. “Im doing well in school so fair trade haha.” David Said. Both Martin and David were satisfied with their bodies, David joined football and graduated with a athletes scholarship and Martin got a job as a Gay stripper.

So sorry for not posting stories in a while, I was kinda blocked on what to do next.. Message me if you have requests! peace out.

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

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

The Switch [Klaine/CrissColfer] - Chapter One

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.

[sami-guinea-arts]

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

[mergeman]

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!