#the great shift

[guyinthegreycloak]

The Great Tournament of Vessels

After the Great Shift, many were unhappy with their new bodies. Wizards and scientists alike found out how to swap bodies on their own. This caused fear among those who liked their new bodies and didn't want to lose them. So, the government stepped in and enforced a new mandatory enlistment to the Great Tournament, where people fight each other to reclaim a former life or even a completely new one. All it took was a challenge from another who wanted your body through a government website and you'd receive a notice in the mail to attend or risk forfeit to your own body, even if you weren't affected by the Great Shift because people lie apparently. So, everyone who is attractive is annually challenged every year. It has become a dangerous world to be sexy in.

I received a notice in the mail. It's been 5 years since the Great Shift. Got the body of a twunk named Austin. And I've fucked many cute guys since. My big dick and bubble butt made me a target it seems. It's not fair.

Making what might be my last breakfast in this body has made me sad. Anyone who has ran away in the past was punished with the worst body possible. So, everyone is scared to run.

Arrived at the tournament and everyone was checking out my body. I talked to the mysterious clerk at the counter and they gave a number. Number 25. I was ordered to strip down to my underwear. Everyone was talking, "Dude is PACKING!", "I want to bottom for that thing!", and then I saw him. A previous hookup I had sex with... Aiden, a cute twink slapped my ass from behind and eyed down my bulge.

"I almost thought you'd run. You'll be fighting me for the right to live in that body." He smirked with his bulge half hard. I got really angry, tried punching him, but security stepped in and used a tazer on me. I woke up, dropped into the tournament arena. And there Aiden stood. The referee yelled, "He's awake! The match will start in 2 minutes. The rules are: 1. No permanent damage. 2. Win by the other person becoming unconscious, yielding, or a finger fully up the opponent's butt. And 4, The winner decides if a body swap occurs."

I stood up, and freaked, "What? No. I need more time! This isn't right. Stop this, right now!" My cries went unheard. The match begun and Aiden the cute twink who desperately wanted to be me, came at me... HE PULLED MY UNDERWEAR DOWN. The crowd roared in excitement. Aiden was reaching for my hole! I moved away. And Aiden made direct eye contact, "Being in me won't be so bad, you were inside me before. This time it will just be more so." He laughed.

I was crawling away, with my butt still exposed. I pulled up my underwear before getting the finger. He jumped on me before I could get my footing. Fell to the ground. And Aiden pushed against me from behind. Sat on the back of my legs. I couldn't get up or move. "Please don't do this. We can date, maybe even get married. But please don't take my dick away from me." I begged. And Aiden yelled into my ear, "It's not your dick anymore. It's mine." And he quickly put his middle finger up my ass. I lost.

Aiden got up and accepted the cheers from the crowd. And the referee brought out some new high magic technology to swap our bodies instantly. I was Aiden. I watched the new Austin feel up my, no, his body now. I felt my new decent but not as big member chub up in my new twink body. I give the new Austin the middle finger that he so kindly used to take away my life as Austin.

Don't get me wrong. Aiden is really hot. But so was I with an addictive monster dick. After getting familiar with my new one. It is 5.7 inches long erect. And a good amount of girth. I'm going to miss my 9 inches. But I can make this work.

1 week later.

Everyone expects me to only bottom! I'm a verse. I want to top too. But everyone dreams of dominating the pretty twink. I actually like bottoming, but I need balance and a big dick worthy of entering my hole. I started rejecting hookups. And then Austin messaged me, "come over."

I did. And he opened the door to my former apartment and invited me in.

He pinned me against the wall, "Still want to date or marry me? Not like either of is were born in these bodies. If we got married, we'd be exempt from the tournament in the future. And I really would love a happy future- with YOU." I got hard. He noticed. I closed my eyes. He picked me up, and threw my pretty ass onto the bed.

We both undressed. And I checked out Austin out and he checked me out. He said, "Seeing it from the outside, I used to be my own type. And now, you are my type. Can I fuck you?" I nodded yes, "I think I also became my own type after the Great Shift, but that dick was legendary tier. I'll miss it." And he said, "Well, you can see it, feel it, get fucked by it whenever you want." And I replied, "Then, I want you inside me, and if you're interested, I'll want to fuck you in return, if my butt isn't too sore--"

Immediately, the rush of a pounding prize entered my bubble butt, the moaning I couldn't stop myself from doing, "uhhhg uhhh uhhhg... don't stop, just destroy me, ung uhhh uhhuuuh" after filling my insides, he sucked all the cum from my dick. I was spent. Resting next to him, I placed my hand on his muscular butt as we fell asleep.

We went and got married the next day. Upon getting home, I pounded my husband Austin's butt with sheer force of will, but it'll never match up to the pain that will come as retribution from his superior package. "OH fuck. Ung uhhh uhhuuuh, have mercy on me!" He was like, 'You want mercy? Just say please." He was thrusting at full speed, "uhhhg uhhh please ughhh." And he got closer to me and kissed me while still slowly thrusting. He smiled and laughed before saying a joke, "What a good bottom, all the other men before you couldn't take this massive package the way I wanted to deliver it. Freaky fast and long lasting." He picked up the pace, and my moaning turned on like a light switch.

Feeling spiteful for being called a bottom, "Is that all you got? I could've gone faster when that body used to be mine." I laughed while getting thrusted into, and instantly regretted it. He started performing at literal full thrust like a sprinter. "Mhmmmhmmmm" as I bite the pillow in agonizing pleasure and pain.

"I fucking love you." Austin said with a final bust of cum into me. And I was tired, "love you too." He fell asleep from exhaustion on top of and inside me. I also passed out from it all.

We almost woke up at the same time. His morning erection happened to be my alarm clock. We opened our eyes and decided to take it to the shower. And that shower was the next first step in our career as I found out Austin did porn before in my current body and already did solo stuff in the new one. And we became quite the famous couple when people connected us to the tournament video.

Unfortunately, government bodies became envious of our worth increasing with our fame. Men came to our door. And they offered us 10 million each for trading into lesser bodies. We obviously said no. They then sent this guy: to intimidate us. I guess tournaments are getting more violent these days.

We should be fine. The government wouldn't break their own rules? Would they? Yeah, okay... Maybe we should go on vacation permanently... in a different country with no tournament.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: World Cup

The world can come together for a great many things. However, it is the season in which the world unites for a very specific sport. While it goes by many names, the World Cup has sparked excitement among fans, passion among athletes, and after the Great Shift a means to expect the unexpected.

After 90% of the world swapped bodies, many found themselves in new countries as well as new bodies. Some managed to not only adapt to their new settings, but completely embraced it. Taking on a new body, but embracing the culture, the people, and the sport that body had mastered… well. That’s how legends are born.

The Great Shift News Crew wanted to hear from the very athletes that are making up this year’s World Cup. 

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Guadalajara, Mexico

Hola! Lo siento. ¿Hablas inglés? Haha sorry. Sometimes I can’t help speaking and thinking in Spanish these days. You wanted to talk about how I got started in soccer right? 

It’s kinda a funny story. Guess I’ll start at the beginning. My name is Weilin Wu, from Portland Oregon! I was in college working on my degree in international studies with a minor in linguistics last year. But… that interest had to be put on hold when the Great Shift happened. 

I was probably the furthest from a prime athlete in college that you could imagine. In fact, up until recently my idea of a marathon would have been binging a few seasons of the anime My Hero Academia or Delicious in Dungeon.  Being 5’0 with a pension for chocolates and milk tea didn’t exactly give me the best physique. And I didn’t have that much confidence when I couldn’t grow any facial hair to safe my life.  Let’s just say I didn’t have a lot of confidence in my physical appearance my freshman year.

Well. I can honestly say after the Great Shift happened everything changed. I went from typing notes in my dorm room to running through a grass soccer field barefoot! 

The first thing I did? Immediately fall over…

I mean can you blame me? I was sitting at my desk and suddenly I was running 20 miles per hour shirtless and barefoot in a foreign country. 

I immediately tumbled to the ground and got acquainted with how this new body of mine can take a fall. When the world finally stopped spinning I realized just how much everything changed. I mean… look at me. 

Going from a short Asian American to a Mexico pro athlete was like a dream come true!

I’d gone from five foot nothing to 6’4 in the span of mere moments. When I tried to stand for the first time I nearly fell over again. People don’t tell you that you can get vertigo from a sudden growth spurt. And the height was just part of it. My snacking habit made it more difficult for me to see past my sizable stomach, so when I stood up straight for the first time and looked down to see a 6 pack, I nearly fainted. I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. And it wasn’t just any 6 pack, I had a thick treasure trail where previously I had no hair at all. That sexy strip led straight to my new vicious V and… well I don’t think I can say the next part for the audiences at home. 

What I can say though is how big my feet became. Being over 6 feet tall I expected to have pretty sizable feet, but size 16s kinda blew my mind. That’s literally twice the size of my former feet!

When I finally managed to catch my breath and take in my new body the rest became history. News broadcasts about the Great Shift, people panicking, and others… choosing to help those displaced. 

The teammates around me immediately asked if I was ok and helped me get acquainted with who I became when I told them what happened. It helped that I was already semi fluent in Spanish, otherwise I’d be completely lost.  To this day, the team still likes to tease me when I say something with a gringo accent though. 

Long story short I found I was in the body of César Huerta, the 6’4 Winger for the team that would be playing in the World Cup for Mexico. César  landed in my body and was equally confused. 

With some help from the team and some patience we eventually reunited. César understood he probably wouldn’t be playing soccer anytime soon, so instead he asked if I was interested in taking his place on the team. 

It wasn’t unheard of. Countless people began to start a career in pro sports after the shift. I’m pretty sure Nick and Joey Bosa’s bodies were now occupied by a brother and sister from Thailand. 

I wasn’t sure. I had never played a game of soccer in my life. However, with some encouragement and coaching from César I found I was a natural. His body had all this muscle memory waiting for me to use! After a few practices I was playing just as good as he was, if not better. 

From that day on I became a part of the team. My new teammates have been super welcoming and let me stay with them until I found a place of my own. 

I’ve been living in Mexico ever since. The language already felt natural to me after a few months. I’m not sure if it was me adapting to this culture… or perhaps this body just feels more comfortable speaking that language. 

My parents visit on the holidays. It helps that my older parents swapped into two handsome European backpackers who love to travel.  My mom likes to compare who has more abs these days and my dad always makes sure we finish a full bottle of whatever he brought on his last trip. 

As for me, getting used to the mundanities of César’s bodies has been the best part. From the very beginning he warned me to make sure I keep up his shaving routine. That wasn’t something I was used to considering I’d never had to shave. Only now I had a thick beard by 5 o'clock if I wasn’t careful. After that I made sure to listen to all of César’s advice. 

He taught me the proper way to care for my curlier hair, he showed me the best exercises for his body, and he even showed me a shoe store that catered to my larger size. That last one was important. Walking around with size 16s is more difficult than it looks. I stubbed my toes several times the first week in César’s body. And my feet got so sweaty all the time I just preferred to walk around barefoot most places. 

I’d need all the help I could get as I wasn’t the most… composed during my first actual game in his body.

There was something about seeing a huge crowd of people staring at you… yearning from some relief after all the stress the Great Shift had caused…  it was a bit overwhelming. All that expectation to be the source of entertainment for the masses really got to me that day…  I missed so many passes for that one game.  But it wasn’t the end of the world. I kept at it. I kept practicing.

To my surprise César was practicing right beside me most days. He enjoyed coaching sure, but even in my body he enjoyed playing the most. In this last year he lost over 40lbs in my previous body and is even considering rejoining the team once he feels ready.

I really appreciate how César and the rest of the team have been making sure I improve each game. Without their help I don’t think my transition into this body would’ve worked. And of course without their help I don’t think we would’ve been able to win the first game of the World Cup!

My team and I can’t wait to celebrate. They say my face is all over social media after our last play. It used to feel so… strange thinking that was me.  But now… Now when I look in the mirror I don’t see a stranger. I see a handsome, confident Mexican man. I see me. I see the person who is going to bring home the World Cup for Mexico this year!

[alimpbanana]

Revenge

My big bro never did care for his nerdy dweeb of a brother. 

Alex had it all, the looks, a cute girlfriend, but he never had the personality to match. He treated me like shit, always bullying me. I grew to resent him. But ever since I got a glimpse of him in the shower, I couldn't stop thinking about it. His cock was gigantic. So now in addition to hating him, he also gets to bully me for having a boner when I'm in the same room as him.

As you know, the Great Shift affected a lot of people. I personally was reading up on my Mythology on the couch, when suddenly I found myself in the bathroom. I looked at mirror and saw Alex looking back at me. At the same time, I heard my own voice cry out,

"This can't be happening!"

I stepped out of the bathroom, and locked eyes with Alex in my body. For a second we stared at each other, before I bolted to my bedroom, Alex giving chase.

As I managed to get in, I locked the door, frantic knocking behind me. 

"Jaime, Open the damn door."

But I paid them no mind. Stripping me of my clothes, I held his massive cock in my hand. It felt truly unreal. And then I slowly began to pump, moaning audibly from the pleasure. As I did, the noise at the door grew louder, but that only emboldened me.

[possesseddesiress]

The Great Shift: Streaming

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.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

The Great Shift: Streaming

My name is Phil, I just got into college and I feel pretty lost about my life. I got into a career that I don't even like (but my parents said that money and opportunities matter more), I don't have many friends, much less a partner.

The few friends I have say it's weird that I'm so unsuccessful in love, I'm not bad looking, though maybe... yeah too skinny.

I don't have a hint of muscle, I'm small and scrawny. Also very shy, I do my best with regards to relating to others, but it's like I fail epically every time I try.

It was like my life was destined for unhappiness... and I was settling for that.

That afternoon was pretty quiet, I had a few chores (that I didn't understand), just me in my room at school because my roomie was out, and all my friends were busy. A pathetic afternoon, really.

I lay back on my bed, let out a sigh, pulling out my phone. Something I was quite a fan of, was video games, I liked the mechanics, the designs, and partly because I could pretend to be someone else: to know other worlds, other stories, although no doubt, it was also boring to play without other people.

So in part I also liked to watch some video game streamers. How they narrated the games, their charisma or their jokes, many times I just watched them while I was eating or doing something else.

There was one in particular, his name was Corey. Corey or better known as Noobro, was quite famous on Twitch, and had a certain charisma that I found quite attractive.

I looked up his profile, noticing that he was live.

- How are you today? - he said with a smile, he was playing something like Fornite. He said a couple of things but I didn't even pay attention thanks to a strange buzzing sound that started to play quite loudly. I couldn't quite identify the source, it almost seemed to be coming from my own brain.

I let go of the phone, clenching my head. I heard Corey moaning in the same way on the live feed, I swear even the lights flickered as if they were going to explode. And all at once, everything went black.

A second or two later, I felt some sort of tug, and I saw light again. I looked around confused, besides having a bad headache, I couldn't make out the noises very well either, they were like low murmurs of what seemed to be... music?

I wasn't listening to music before this, what the heck? I opened my eyes without being able to focus at all. Until I ended up glimpsing a computer in front of me.

A computer?

I blinked several times thinking that maybe it was a hallucination, but the computer with a loading screen was still in front of me every time I closed and opened my eyes. It seemed to be from a... game.

I noticed that he was also wearing headphones. I moved my face closer to the screen to notice that there was a camera above, and on the screen. A series of messages, and a thumbnail of someone's camera, seemed strange to me until I saw that it responded to my movements.

Wait... that wasn't someone's camera. That was my camera. But... Where am I?

I looked down at my hands, noticing thick fingers where small ones used to be, followed by a huge hand. I swallowed nervously, but mostly confused. I looked around, it was then that I noticed that the room looked strangely familiar.

I refocused my gaze on the screen, reading the comments, my heart pounding as I read some of them:

《 Hey, noob 》 《 What will you play today, noob? 》

I picked up a phone that was on the table, opened the camera and almost fainted at the sight of my reflection.

The man I watched almost day and night for his videos and live feeds was now in front of me... copying every move I made.

For a moment surprise was the only thing inside me, until I smelled his scent.

I noticed my new stench... strong, masculine, quite stinky, I almost let out a gasp. I wanted more, that was for sure, I tried to pull down a little more the sleeve of the t-shirt that was a little tight to expose my hairy armpits, but because of my new strength, I ended up tearing it.

Out of concern, I ended up cracking a smile, raised my arm and placed it behind the backrest, flexing it and enjoying the sensation; as my bicep swelled up and showed off my new huge muscles.

I almost didn't remember that Corey was originally on a live feed, until I heard the messages start coming out one after another.

Some confused, talking about how they woke up in other bodies and didn't know who they were now, but others were more... interesting.

《You're not him, are you? 》《 I was watching this video in my previous body, I ended up in someone else's who was also watching it, Noob, is it still you? 》

My shyness was about to cut off the transmission, but I felt a strange tingling, I had never felt it before, it was... courage?

- Nah, I'm not him - I said with unfamiliar confidence. It was strange for me to act like this but at the same time it felt so right, like something was finally finding its place in me.

《 And who are you? 》 《 How does it feel to be inside him? 》

- Well, I won't say who I was before. That's not important - I smiled, flexing my arms - It feels amazing, I look good, don't I?

I flexed my arms more and more towards the camera again, I also grabbed my pecs to start massaging them.

《 Let us see more then 》

- You sure are dirty, aren't you? - I teased, although I wasn't at all uncomfortable with what they were asking - I guess they're my fans now, so I must please you.

I spread my legs, feeling his thick build, wide and fat... I moved a little closer to the screen, starting to make slight provocative gestures: sticking out my tongue, biting my lip.

I looked like a fool at first though.... I felt good, and watching the messages explode with excitement did nothing but cheer me up more.

I continued to smell my new stinky, hairy armpits.

- You guys would love to be smelling this, seriously - I pressed my nose against my skin, ecstatic. Continuing that exploration for what seemed like hours, several of them even sent me some pretty juicy tips for getting.... more creative.

That day was somewhat chaotic in the streets, there was panic and no one knew what to do. It took the world at least a week to get used to the “Big Shift”, or at least that's what the scientists called it.

They explained that 80% of the world's population changed bodies without any control or pattern. Some changed between families, others with people from other countries, between genders... it was definitely chaos. Although it is quite lucky if we are honest, the exploration in private was undoubtedly... wonderful.

However, I did have a hard time adjusting to my new body, specifically because of the... work part.

Apparently, Corey's job wasn't just being a streamer, he was also an accountant. The career that I was about to study and that I didn't understand at all. So clearly, I ended up losing the job in a few weeks.

They gave me compensation for the whole body swap thing and at least to keep me afloat for about two months. I felt like it was all coming down but then I thought of something. Corey was famous on Twitch and other social media because he was charismatic, right?

Plus... He had a really good body.

Why wasn't I capitalizing on that?

The first bold move I took on his body was to wax my entire chest, I liked how he looked with hair, I must admit. Although seeing him hairless made it more... eye-catching. Two fat bulges that would catch anyone's attention.

I started uploading more racy stuff, pictures working out, in the gym, sweaty, with clothes that barely covered.

It was a risky move, but it sure paid off, in no time, I also opened a slightly more... explicit account, and suddenly I didn't have to worry about money anymore. I could have this glorious body in all its glory, play video games most of the day, make enough money to support myself and even have more for my personal tastes. I even bought a new car!

My life as Corey was going great, I finally had confidence with other guys (and none of them would miss the opportunity to get all body worshipping), I had money, I was doing what I loved. I finally had a purpose in life.

I'm sure you wonder what happened to the original Corey, don't you? Well, he ended up in my body.

Some people suffered a "direct" exchange, which was that two consciousnesses moved between their bodies, closing only between them.

I talked to him for a while, I thought he would be upset or going crazy, but no, he was actually happy to relive his youth again, study again the career he liked (and take advantage of his knowledge), even try to do streaming again. I think he's doing well even though he's more successful as an influencer or something.

I just know that I improve my appearance quite a bit.

And I know he also watches a lot of my new content (I checked the subscriber list so I know he's definitely there), I guess he likes to see his body still. Maybe he even fondles himself watching my videos.

Anyway, I feel pretty good about being Corey now, the big "Noobro", and not just "big" in video games, if you know what I'm talking about.

- Hey guys, welcome to a new video. I just got back from the gym all sweaty - I smiled before dipping my nose into my armpit, leaving it on display for the camera's delight - How about we play something new today?

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[bodyswapcity]

The Great Shift ~ Room for Confusion

The dorm room was quiet, sunlight bleeding through the blinds in slivers, casting faint lines across the tangled orange sheets. Rebecca stirred first, her limbs heavy with the haze of a hangover and the weight of last night’s choices. She blinked a few times, her thoughts still foggy, then turned her head toward the other side of the bed.

Jessica, in her post Great Shift body, was sprawled out in the lower bunk in just a t-shirt and colorful boxer briefs, her muscular thighs half-tangled in the sheets. Johnny Bananas’ face, now oddly familiar to Rebecca, wore a lazy morning smirk as she stretched and scratched his stomach, clearly waking up slower than she was.

“Morning,” she said, voice groggy but deep. Definitely not the voice Rebecca had grown used to hearing from her best friend.

“Morning,” she replied, her own voice soft and unsure. Her eyes lingered a little too long on his—her—body. She still couldn’t get over the surrealness of it. That somewhere in all that muscle and stubble was still the same girl who once cried during a rom-com marathon and helped her cram for Econ 101.

Jessica propped herself up on an elbow, the smile growing. “So… that happened.”

Rebecca chuckled nervously. “Yeah. It… did.”

“I had fun,” Jessica said plainly, then added with a shrug, “Honestly, if you’re down again sometime, I’m not against a repeat.”

Rebecca didn’t know what to say. Her cheeks flushed, both from the memory of last night and from how confusingly not awful it had been. She’d expected awkwardness, regret, maybe even revulsion. But it had been… good. Really good. And now, seeing Jessica stretch in that ripped, 40-something body, she wasn’t sure how to reconcile it.

“I mean, you’re still you,” Rebecca murmured, almost to herself. “But it’s also… weird.”

Jessica’s brow quirked. “Weird hot or weird weird?”

Rebecca smiled, burying her face into the pillow. “I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well,” Jessica said, folding her arms behind her head and settling back with a satisfied sigh, “I’m here all semester.”

And somehow, that only made things more complicated.

[mr2swap]

Swap syndrome 2: armpit addiction.

-damn heat… -

The time on my cell phone showed 2:05, the idiot Travis had made me wait but in a way that made me happy I would have to charge him $50 more for being late.

Today was a very fucking day at the gym, it was so hot that I had to change my shirt, but still the rancid aroma of sweat coming from my hairy armpits filled the interior with my car, I was in the same parking lot of the gym where it is only A couple of minutes had left a huge sweat stain on the floor.

But despite everything I loved my new life, after the great shift and finding myself in this boy's hot and muscular body, from the beginning I knew this was a good thing, when I woke up in Travis's bedroom and looked down to see two juicy pecs, a sculpted six-pack and long, hairy legs, the first thing I did was take out my huge cock that was hidden among a leafy bush of hair and give myself the best handjob of my entire life.

It had been a little over a year since that moment, I quickly got used to Travis' life, kept his muscles big and strong and all thanks to his tiny YouTube channel where he showed all his exercise routines, but that was all wasted talent for Travis' glorious, beautiful body.

I no longer had my college degree or anyone to turn to, yet I was able to easily make money from all these fags, who wanted to sleep with me and this body.

Still not in the same city where I used to live, I watched the news and learned everything that had been happening in the world and that the real Travis was out there in my tired, flabby 40-year-old office worker body.

A tapping on my car window brought me out of my thoughts, it was the real Travis I grimaced in disgust as I looked at my old face once more in front of me, I looked at the time on my phone once more, and now it was 2:07 that now meant $70.

The door of my car and Travis jumped inside it, his first action was to completely inhale the disgusting smell inside the car, after that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, After that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, but in one movement I moved his old, ugly face away from me.

-You know the rules Travis, first I want the bills-

He extended one of my hands while he took out his wallet and extended a small wad of cash. In one quick movement, I snatched the bills from him and began to count them one by one while a nervous expression formed on the real Travis's face.

-Are you fucking with me? Only $500? -

There was nothing left of the old confident Travis, the confident, outgoing boy had disappeared, in his place there was only a perverted faggot who paid me for a few minutes of my attention due to swap syndrome. When we swapped our bodies, I thought I would get rid of him to always, but this pathetic middle-aged man was clinging to me like a leech trying to get close to me with his twisted homosexual intentions. I didn't really care what he did with my old body, but I thought I could make some money a month by squeezing every penny of this situation.

-Please! Just, just 5 minutes! I had to pay this month's rent and my landlord told me that if I was late another month he would throw me out on the street.-

I rolled my eyes as Travis the bitch kept giving me stupid excuses about how hard it was to find a good job now that he was a middle-aged man and he was tired all the time from working so much.

-Okay, just shut your fucking mouth.-

I put my hand on his head and pushed him into one of my hairy pits and choked his nose with the sour sweat that was collecting in my armpits. The initial struggle quickly turned into pleasure, I could feel Tyler's breathing slow. He shook until he filled his lungs, his mouth savored the curly hairs of my armpit and sucked up the small drops of sweat with his dirty tongue as if he had crossed a desert.

Tyler's small hands slid to his crotch and he began to frantically massage his cock over his pants, occasionally Tyler would move away from my armpit to get some air and lick my muscular arms with his disgusting sticky tongue, I watched as they passed minutes on my cell phone and before 5 minutes had passed, Tyler's small wrinkled cock soiled his pants with semen.

I pushed Tyler away and a satisfied smile formed on Tyler's face, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the addictive experience he had just experienced, a few hairs from my armpit had stuck to his face and a stain of sweat had formed on the collar of his shirt.

I didn't have time for this, this experience had made me horny, I wanted to unload the enormous amount of cum that wanted to escape from my huge hairy balls, but the disgusting man next to me was not worthy of this...nor did I have another $500

I extended one of my long, muscular arms and opened the door of my luxurious sports car.

-Now get out bitch, see you next week-

As soon as I clean every trace of Tyler from my car, I'll call some of my girls, so I can fill their pussies with my beautiful, hot seed.

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The great shift: Swap Sindrome 1

In a dimly lit room, I was masturbating with my fingertips in front of a pale white monitor. As I watched the images of boys around the age

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The Great Shift: Dawning Bodies

After the Great Shift, people wanted new bodies. Supply and demand. Our new business: Dawning Bodies makes sure experiencing the good life is accessible to everyone. Every body is a new dawn.

"What do you mean that my boyfriend is in limbo?" Seb asked worried.

The employee on the phone, "We think he was sent into the wrong body, likely some tech business bro, but we haven't been able to contact him, sir. We're very sorry for this glitch in our system."

"Let me know the second the situation changes. If anything bad happens to him, you'll be fired." Seb hung up the phone. He started walking around, waiting for a call back.

He finally got the call and instantly answered, "What? Tell me." He listened intently.

"Sir, we got good news and we got bad news. What do you want first?"

"Are you for real right now? Get so fucking serious. Tell me bad news and then good, I guess!" Seb demanded.

"The bad news is that your boyfriend's body died." The guy on the phone stopped talking after saying that.

Seb cried, "What? He's gone...?" And the employee immediately corrected, "Oh my bad sir, the good news is that he's alive in that tech bro's body we told you about. He's quite handsome, I might add. The previous owner is seemingly vanished."

"Yep. You're so fired. I'm coming in to work to get my boyfriend." Arrived at the work, Seb saw someone that could be a fancy tech bro. And walked up to him. Seb asked, "Is it you?" And he hugged Seb, "It's me. Only swapped for a business meeting in Italy. And this happened. But then maybe I just wanted to travel for lunch. Should've stuck to using FaceTime or Zoom." Bradley was sitting on the ground.

Seb said, "Let's get out of here. Maybe get a bite to eat and then go home." The boyfriend nodded, "My body's name is Bradley by the way." Seb couldn't stop staring at the new Bradley. The way his ass filled out his pants. How his bulge looked from the side profile. Bradley noticed and gave Seb the sight of a slight back arch while walking in front of him. Seb was down and ready to get into bed with Bradley. For them, this was the 2nd biggest change for their relationship since the Great Shift. There's probably some class action lawsuit in Dawning Bodies' future, but tonight Seb and Bradley were going to have a lot of fun.

Push comes to shove, and they secretly have hand-held body swapping technology. No authority on Earth could track them down.

A few weeks later, the Dawning Bodies company shut down. The body swapping secrets were seemingly wiped from existence. Seb and Bradley or whoever they may be are having fun somewhere. We can be certain of that. But at least the world will never know what bodies they've swapped into. Living life as they taste the entire rainbow of being attractive men.

Seb on the left waiting on Bradley to go clubbing.

1 year later.

Seb spotted something familiar, "Is that my body?" out in public. And he swaps back inside. "Feels like home." And the former user of Seb's body checked out the new porn star grade package and was suddenly okay with it as it was nearly equal, "The ladies are gonna love this!" Seb responded in disgust, "Dude, I'm gay! You used this for straight stuff... oh I need to like purify myself by having so much sex with my boyfriend. And Seb surprised Bradley with it for their anniversary of their relationship. And they went on a road trip, making up for lost time with his sexy twunk body. Bradley mentioned, "Seb, you're so tight... was your body used by a straight guy?" He joked. And Seb demanded, "Don't remind me. Just please cleanse the straight energy from my body-" and Bradley gladly accepted as he seductively winked before doing the act of sex.

To avoid government detection, Bradley became handsome rich men, sometimes taking advantage of nepotism through such men. This allowed Seb to keep his body for many more years until the government spots Seb acting gay through a surveillance system. They came to investigate. Agents in Grey suits broke the door down. Bradley sprung into action and swapped with the agent holding a gun. Quickly, they were neutralized, but in doing so, they had to run for it. They went to a gay bar, and Seb gave his body away to a gay guy this time. He felt a bit of envy when he posted a photo in pink shorts.

Seb and Bradley swapped into a couple only fans models that were already gay. And once the government found out the initial swap happened at a gay bar, they were stumped and at another dead end because when the only obvious marker is opposing sexuality, what happens if they're not opposing. It becomes more difficult, especially if all parties consented to the swap, low odds someone will tell.

Like times of old, Seb put his arm around Bradley as they look over the big city.

Their new names and information are confidential to protect everyone involved. Thanks for understanding.

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