it's morphin time!

[zadestfs]

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Jock2Twink.

The former jock, Michael, examined every inch of his new self in the mirror.

“Everything about me is so pretty now…” he mused, “My lips, my nose, my teeth, my hair. Look at me, even my pits are pretty!”

He raised a skinny arm and exposed the curly hairs nestled underneath. He invited himself in for a sniff.

“Lavender and roses,” was the gentle scent that brushed his nostrils.

His eyes closed and his face relaxed in ecstasy as he inhaled the sweet, delicate smells that wafted from his armpit. 

“This is even greater than I imagined.”

He then inspected the rest of his body. He was delighted to find that even his feet were pretty, with delicate and pedicured nails. His hands were small and soft. Any calluses he’d developed from his previous time in the gym had vanished. All of his skin felt fresh and new.

“Wow, I’m so in love with myself right now,” Michael cooed to himself as a tranquil smile crept across his face, “I never wanted to be a smelly jock; I always wanted to be a pretty boy. And now, I’m the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He snapped a selfie with his phone, and then he didn’t stop himself from taking at least a hundred more, filling up his camera roll. The light was catching the angles on his new face, and his feather-light body was performing for him like an effortless breeze. He was free from the obligations of his jock life. He was free from trying to act like a “man” all of the time. He was free from always trying to please his father. The pretty person he saw in the mirror was the only kind of person that he was interested in being now.

“I’ve never been this happy. I’ve never been this beautiful, and I’ve never been this comfortable in my own skin.”

With that, he deleted the Jock2Twink app from his phone, knowing he’d never go back to being a jock again.

[maletfs]

We’d all met when we joined the swimming team at high school. Since then, we’d been inseparable: we swam together, we exercised together, and we hung out together. We’d explored each other’s bodies as we hit puberty, experimented, and expanded our sexual boundaries with each other. We were as close as human beings could be.

But despite the fact we were all really good at swimming, it was only Aidan (on the left) that really had a chance of making it big. He was the only one that had qualified for the national finals. And if he scored high enough, chances are he’d be headhunted by some sponsor and trained to be an Olympic swimmer.

We three weren’t jealous - we were really happy for him! But the thought of losing him was really upsetting for us. So we devised a little plan to both always stay together and ensure Aidan made his dream of becoming a famous swimmer.

We met up with Aidan a couple of hours before the competition. We wanted him to have something to remember us by - at least in our current form. The photographer for the event was only too kind to take a picture of the whole group.

After that we headed to the locker-rooms. We hadn’t told Aidan yet as we feared he might say no to the whole thing. We took our speedos off and drank the elixir we’d bought online. That wasn’t enough though - we had to be in close proximity to Aidan for the magic to work. So we suggested to let off some steam before the other swimmers arrived.

Aidan knew what this meant. He removed his own speedo and gave us a nod, as if saying ‘go to town’. And we did! We knelt around him and started worshipping his hardening cock and bouncy ass cheeks. He really liked it when he was the centre of our sexual shenanigans. And from this day on, he would be the centre of our very existence.

We opened our arms and hugged each other around Aidan’s crotch. Our hands started merging with each other’s backs and shoulders until we had become a single entity. We pressed our faces against his ass and cock and started flattening, our legs and torsos getting absorbed into our fabric body. But all of that body mass wasn’t going to waste - our combined strength was being siphoned into Aidan’s muscle, our swimming skill and stamina adding up to his own.

By the time the process finished, we were just Aidan’s speedo. But we weren’t gone! We were still there, with Aidan, much closer than we’d ever being. The boundaries between our personalities and memories blurred further and further as our identities merged into one.

Aidan was saddened for a second as he thought his closest friends were gone forever. But then he felt them tightening around his crotch, moulding to the shape of his ass. He could feel their essence close to him, almost hear their faint thoughts at the back of his mind. He instinctively knew that they were there, with him, and they would support him for the rest of his career.

As the competition began, he went out with a confident stride. In the pool he felt faster and stronger than he’d ever been. And best of all: he felt he would never have to do it alone.

[asiantransformations]

Just Playing Around

I intercepted a note meant for the birthday boy and decided to find to surprise the surprise instead. Boy, did he not disappoint.

"Where's Zac? I specifically only asked my boyfriend to come in for his surprise birthday present," his boyfriend, Scott had told me as I walked in, trying to find a toilet in this big mansion of his.

Scott was Zac's boyfriend of almost 5 months. He is a fitness model with a family fortune on his name. The most eligible bachelor in the whole gay community.

I had never seen a man so strong before. His muscle covered body in a fairly tight designer underwear. The musk emitting from his brawny chest and sweat coated abs. His arms were chiselled with muscles. An Adonis bod enough to intimidate others. Incredible good looks that can make your body weak.

"Oh, he's a bit busy with some guests that just arrived" I lied to him. "Meanwhile, let's play a game as we wait. If I win, I need your help with something. It's hard to find some strong guys that can lift.

" Oh, you need help with heavy lifting and moving something?" he replied

I smiled and shrugged without saying anything.

"uhm... Sure. And if I win, you got to help me find ways to spice up my relationship with Zac. I want to give him the best version of me and to ensure he is always happy!"

"It's a deal" I said as we shook hands. A tinge of magic powder sparked from my hands. The deal was set. A binding contract that you cannot run away from; a favor for a favor.

Scott got dressed as we proceeded to the bedroom. We decided to play "Two truths One lie". Scott told me about he was Chinese American, his age was 29, and he had two brothers. He proceeded to aske me to guess the lie. I guessed correctly; Scott was lying about his age. Scott is actually only 7 years old because he was born on Feb 29... a leap year. He chuckled and asked me how I knew something he hadn't told many people about.

I started talking about my truths and lie. I told him that Zac told me when he was drunk, that today my legal name will change to Scott, and that today is my birthday. Scott was flabbergasted. He agreed that Zac would say things like that when he gets drunk, but he couldn't believe the other two statements. Through process of elimination, he figured it can't be so coincidentally that the first time he met me, that my name would also be Scott.

I walked to the door and locked it. I turned and declared I won. The lie was that Zac didn't tell me about his birthday. I actually found out because I looked in his wallet he left outside the bathroom.

"Since I won, I get a favor from you."

"A deal's a deal. What do you need me to lift?"

I replied, "I don't need someone to lift anything, the favor has nothing to do with heavy work."

"But... You said. and that's why I agreed..."

"I didn't say that was it, I simply smiled and shrugged when you repeated it. What I want is your body. I want to be you."

"what! That's not possible. I don't want to...." He stuttered in panic.

Before he could say anything else, I leap towards him and his body started to absorb me.

It felt like an out-of-this-world experience as I filled into every nook and cranny of Scott. Each muscle groups was well defined and bursting with enthusiasm. I could feel Scott squirming around, trying to push me out, but to no avail, the possession was soon completed. I pushed even harder, causing a loud moan as it had made us super horny. Our cocks fusing caused it to be harder than any of us has encountered before. It went silent as I took over.

"Look at this body! I look so sexy and gorgeous. See, I was not lying! Today, my name is legally Scott, Scott Yong Wen Cheng"

I flexed my abs and my biceps even harder, while the tent in my underwear was getting tighter. I stripped fully and my cock flung out, spilling precum all over the floor. As I pumped harder and harder, I was getting myself worked up. The musk wafting from my glistening pits started to arouse all my sense. I kept stroking harder as I tickled my hard nipples. Seeing my body tensing up in definition as I gotten closer and one last jerk, I shot streams of hot, sweet milk up in the air. Some had shot in my face as I savored each drop of sweet Scott juice and the rest was dripping from the walls and mirror.

I cleaned up. Searched 'my' room for a fresh shirt and shorts, and went down to rejoin the party. Everyone, including Zac was wondering why I looked so spontaneous. I grabbed my boyfriend and kissed him in front of everyone. I knew public display of affections was what Zac secretly wanted and I was going to fulfill that with Scott.

Throughout the party, I played around with whatever I could. I kept flexing and seeing what this body can do. I had to show off what I can to make others jealous of what Zac has. I apparently worked hard for this body, thanks to the previous host.

I am going to keep my end of the bargain and ensure Zac will always be happy. So I can give him the best version of myself. I am going to give him everything he could dream of: fame, fortune, and the best boyfriend in the world!

[merryy3dbhsjsk]

The Locker Room

Detective Aaron Voss had learned long ago that missing-person cases almost never made sense at first. The first teenager had disappeared right before the math Olympics, his best friend vanished shortly after, the third was a janitor, and the last was a substitute teacher. There were no signs of struggle and no witnesses. Just abandoned belongings and strange, recurring details buried in every report.

First there was the fact everyone was connected to the same school, the oddly specific detail of the “Strong odor in the athletic wing,”  and the fact that all had apparently drawn the ire of one of the schools athletic programs. Most officers dismissed it all as coincidence, after all football and lacrosse were different things and jocks were typically hot heads anyway. 

Aaron didn't buy that, maybe it was his own experience as the nerdy target for bullying in high school. He tried to block out the memories brought forth by buzzing hallway lights, the lockers stretched endlessly down polished floors, each one reflecting pale strips of fluorescent light. He felt the building sleep around him, the school completely deserted, the empty eyes of the sports team posters seemed to follow as he went. 

His shoes echoed as he checked out the gymnasium, weight room, training office, everything checked out. Only one room remained, the locker room. The heavy blue door groaned as he pushed it open and a wave of heat rolled over him. Not warmth exactly, more like stale humidity trapped behind concrete walls.

Rows of battered metal lockers stood in military formation, each scarred with scratches, dents, faded numbers. Shoulder pads hung from open doors and practice jerseys dripped from hooks. Damp towels had been forgotten days ago, maybe weeks. The smell of it all hit him a heartbeat later.

Aaron instinctively covered his nose, the smell overwhelming. A combo of old sweat, mud, the sour musk embedded into pads that had survived countless seasons, and leather. Disinfectant barely masking something deeper, It wasn't one smell, It was hundreds. Layer upon layer of filth, as though every exhausting practice had left behind a ghost.

His flashlight swept across the room. Yet there was nothing, no blood, no signs of violence. Then he noticed something odd, footprints, clearly imprinted from bare, sweaty feet. They led toward the equipment cage before simply...stopping.

Aaron frowned, "That's impossible," his voice disappearing into the silence.

No one answered him, just the thick stink hanging in the room like a bad omen. Every breath became heavier than the last, the air seeming to thicken. The odor wasn't merely lingering anymore, It was curling through the locker room like invisible smoke.

"What the—" Aaron staggered backward, his pulse accelerating. The heavy musk filled his lungs with impossible force, dizzying him. Making his skin prickle and his arms tingled beneath his jacket.

He rolled up a sleeve to determine the cause and the muscles in his forearm twitched. It didn’t feel like a cramp, more like a growth spurt. His sleeve tightened over growing biceps. The seams of his dress shirt creaked as his shoulders broadened.

"What is happening?" He grunted, his tone sounding strange to his ears, lower and rougher.

His chest expanded against the fabric, buttons straining one after another until one finally shot across the room with a sharp ping. The force made him stumble into a locker and metal rattled through the room. Looking at that metal, his reflection stared back, a face he barely recognized. Wrinkles pulled tight against sharp cheekbones, salt and pepper beard completely gone. The more he looked, the more his face changed still. 

His jaw tightened and his neck thickened, his Adam’s Apple protruding out. His posture straightened without him thinking.  Calluses spread across his palms, as old aches disappeared. His expensive leather shoes suddenly felt impossibly small. Then, Crack, his toes pressed against the ends. Another crack and the soles split wide open. Aaron gasped as his balance shifted, stronger legs effortlessly supporting unfamiliar weight.

His detective's instincts screamed to leave him the more time he spent in the humid locker room. Instead he hesitated, the room no longer felt threatening, it felt familiar. Like he'd walked in here after practice a thousand times before. That couldn't be right, he'd never played football.

But the certainty slipped away almost as soon as it formed. New names surfaced in his mind, plays, Locker assignments, and Friday night lights. But those memories belonged to someone else, not to him. A voice in the back of his mind said, “A Rod,” yeah, that’s right. The cheers and victory songs, those memories belonged to A Rod

But, but, he was A Rod, at least that's what his teammates called him. The case file he'd carried fell, Its pages scattered on the tile floor, Photographs of missing people sliding across the room.

He looked at the faces, suddenly recognizing them. But not as victims, as teammates. Aaron frowned. "That’s… Miles, Benji, Maxy?" The word escaped naturally, new memories filling in the gaps. Then from somewhere deeper inside the locker room came the muffled slam of another locker door.

Someone else was here, probably Someone who knew exactly where all the missing people had gone— missing people? Who was missing again? Aaron took a slow breath, putting the annoying nagging telling him to run in the back of his head. And walked deeper into the rows of blue lockers, after all it was probably just his bro. 

(I feel like this series was also hard to write a sequel too, mostly because the others in the series aren’t really connected with an overreaching plot. But I worked with it, not my favorite but it’s good. Enjoy!)

[possessedesires]

Summer Job

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.

Summer Job

— That's enough! – The sweaty, middle-aged man with a huge belly gasped as he stared at the guy with defined pecs and abs, lounging on a sunbed with his cap tucked in, enjoying the light summer heat. The pool water shimmered, inviting him to take a dip at any moment to cool off – I've done everything you wanted. I swept the driveway, mowed the lawn, cleaned your damn pool. Give me back my body!

The man could barely breathe from the exertion. Sweat dripped everywhere, seeping into the cracks of fat. He felt disgusting, he wanted his body back. He'd just returned from college and needed a summer job before the next semester. He thought putting up flyers all over the neighborhood offering his services for whatever was needed would be a good idea.

This was one of his neighbors. He was known for being a somewhat... experimental scientist. But he earned a good salary, his house was the best of all, even though his physique was that of a man who had completely dedicated himself to his work, to donuts, to skipping sleep, and to fast food that wouldn't distract him too much from going back to work, and work, and work some more.

— You still need to clean upstairs, the study is a disaster – his old body said with a smile, scratching his chest carelessly, even wiggling his bare feet from side to side, not bothering to lift his cap to look at the other – Do that, and I'll give you back your body.

The college student trapped in the middle-aged man's fat body clenched his fists, letting out a grunt and going back inside the house, resigned. It was that or nothing, the scientist gave him a mocking smile.

Of course he wasn't going to give him back his body in a thousand years, why would he? He was crazy, but not to that degree, haha! The guy could keep his nearly 220 pounds, his lifeless hair, and his disgusting physique; and he could keep those great muscles. He loved how tight his new boxers were. He longed to go to the mall to buy hundreds and hundreds of new clothes, perfect for showing off that sculpted body like a work of art. He wanted other guys to die of envy when they saw him, or on the contrary, to have their legs tremble with the urge to kneel and worship him. Heh…

It was the perfect summer.

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Hey everyone!

I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it.

Remember that in the coming months, I'll mostly be posting summer-themed stories. Other series you enjoy, like Haunted, Slipped, and others, will still be available, but I'll try to give them a more summery feel. I hope you're enjoying it!

I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments or in messages. See you in the next story... Who knows what body you will occupy this time?

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[possessedesires]

CORPUS, Inc - Pride

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.

CORPUS, Inc - Pride

CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.

And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them – growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!

So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).

But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades – a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So… what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.

Give them those same bodies.

Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.

Oliver (24, UK)

I used to be somewhat… thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body… like this.

Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.

Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.

I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home… The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymore…

Lars (40, Sweden)

Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more… similar to mine.

But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels… bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.

But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!

Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.

Diego (19, Argentina)

In my real body I am… Um… Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidence…

And dude, I wasn’t wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!

I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!

The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine… Lucky I booked a three-month stay.

I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.

Felix (32, Germany)

I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but… I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?

I've always felt it's too… big.

My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to… getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm… sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.

I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was… surreal.

Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!

I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.

Jin (22, South Korea)

This is… disgusting.

I thought coming to Mexico would be fun – the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an… Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.

I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.

Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!

Elena (26, Greece)

I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body. 

Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but… I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.

But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!

I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.

I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men… I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that… I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.

Bastian (28, Belgium)

I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.

I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And… I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.

Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.

Priya (25, India)

I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact… I expected them to fail.

Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these muscles…

The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.

But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too. 

I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?

Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)

What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.

If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.

But, it would be a waste of time. So… World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the “little” things going on around them.

So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more – anyone would think they're just drunk fans – but wouldn’t you “waste” your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.

Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!

All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out – it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?

It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but… What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.

Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!

There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!

Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.

— Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?

Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet… I'm loving it.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then… His body is all mine.

« CORPUS, Inc. The number one body swap and possessions company worldwide. Where dreams are born »

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Plane Swap

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Fredrick Jones hated flying but not because of the reasons you’d think. He was treated as fragile due to his age. He had many health issues.

But there was a plus, he had a new gift and he intended to use it today. The question was; Who, How and When.

It wouldn’t be easy to take over someone on a flight full of passengers and they would have to be prepared with a tragic accident during the flight, not that he cared so much about that part, he would be tucked away, safe and sound within a new body, a new form.

He knew what kind of body he wanted; Young, Fresh, Strong, Someone with ambition and potential.

As he entered the plane and was shown to his seat he glanced around briefly before his eyes fell upon a group of teenage boys, his eyes narrowed and he smirked.

“Bingo.”

He licked his lips hungrily, they were a group of boys heading away for spring break, ladled with many cases which clearly showed they were well off, covered in tracksuit bottoms, sweats, t-shirts that showed off their muscular physiques, jocks, how tasty.

A brunette boy strolled last him, he seemed confident, arrogant, he sneered at Fredrick as he passed.

“Out of the way old man. I need to get to the mini bar in first class.”

“First class, huh.”

Fred mumbled to himself, his small cock stiffening as he watched that perky ass walk down the aisle.

“Don’t mind if I do.”

The flight took off and Fred hummed to himself in content as they reached the air he closed his eyes and began to chant in his mind.

A second later, he was stood up but his body was still in the chair and he chuckled gleefully.

“Move over big boy. I’m taking control.” Strolling through the aisles as if he were merely air, he entered the first class cabin, the sound of the boys filled his ears and he squealed with delight.

“My bros!”

Finding the boy who had disrespected him who was sat right at the front, slowly closing his eyes to go for a nap. This little bastard was him when he was younger and soon he would be HIM.

Thick thighs, big bulge, humongous biceps. He was also the son of a wealthy politician.

“Move over you little bastard!”

Fred growled as he plunged his hands into the boys chest and began to pull, as he pulled the boy jerked in his sleep and mumbled. The process was quick and simple, he pulled his very essence, his soul out of his body and threw him off the plane.

An empty vessel, just waiting to be controlled by someone of his class, his personality. This was going to be so fun.

Sliding into the seat beside the boy who’s name was Carson, he slid his feet into the bit of skin and he sighed gently as his corporeal feet could now wiggle, damn he wore huge shoes. Next those thighs, them huge ass calves felt gooooood. And then his hips and cock and ass, mmmmm perky, thicccc, hairy. 10.5 shaft when hard.

Unable to stop his glee for a moment longer he fell back and it hit him hard, he was fully inside now.

His eyes shot open and he glanced down, his cock was swelling in his sweats and he smirked.

“Oh shit.” He mumbled huskily as he flexed before pulling out his phone to feel his face. Someone then came back from the bathroom and sat beside him.

“Babe...” The guy whispered, clearly this was his boyfriend, who’s eyes flickered down the aisle before sliding his hand down Carson’s sweats.

“Prepare for some turbulence.”

The boy leaned in and kissed Carson hungrily. Carson kissed back as his cock was jerked and he groaned.

“I could get used to this.”

The memories of this new form began to overtake him and it was official, this was his new body.

His eyes flickered down to the phone and he smirked at the reflection before closing them as he stifled a groan.

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Thalassal Thief

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.

Thalassal Thief

— Heh, you look funny.

The guy muttered with a smug smile as he watched a jellyfish-like creature lying on the sand, thrashing about as best it could under his fascinated and somewhat mocking gaze. Tyron could only watch in horror as his old body loomed over him, that mocking smile completely out of character. 

He just wanted to enjoy a good beach vacation; he needed it after finishing university. He wanted to relax before jumping straight into the arena of what would be working life. He hadn't counted on a body-stealing creature from the seabed deciding to surface that very day, where the unsuspecting Tyron was dipping his toes in the sea spray. 

He felt a horrible sting that made his body spasm uncontrollably. His eyes went black, and the next thing he saw was his old body from below. Noticing his thick thighs and the outline they showed in the tight swimsuit he'd bought thinking it would be the best vacation of his youth, he tried to scream, to speak, or at least beg. 

He felt so... strange, having so many tentacles instead of fingers. He also felt weak. He tried to bring his new limbs closer to his leg, or even his old foot, but the thieving creature only let out mocking laughter as it swiftly pushed him away.

— Oof, so slow! – It licked its lips, flexing its biceps and stretching as it clicked its tongue – I'd like to stay with you longer to... keep rubbing your body against you, but I think you should go now.

Before he could react, a wave crashed down, pulling him under. His new, clumsy body struggled to stay afloat, but it sank back to the bottom of the sea. The new Tyron adjusted his new tool, a perverted look on his face, his chest broadening in a commanding manner, as if he wanted to assert his dominance as the main male, he headed back to the hotel.

— Time to have some fun.

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[wakeup01]

PINK!

Warning, the following story contains repeated use of the F slur, even tho it is often not used in a derogatory context. Read at your own discretion. This is an older story that failed to publish here before now. Enjoy!

It sounded too good to be true, a free haircut? When is anything really ‘free’? But that’s what it said on the voucher. It arrived in the post a few days ago, apparently adverting a new hairdresser opening in town, as if there weren’t already several dozen.

As a college student, I wasn’t one to pass up on free stuff, and well, my hair had grown pretty long. So today I had decided to check the place out, maybe they would be good enough to replace my old barber. Upon arriving, the most obvious thing was the pink. A lot of pink. Pink signage, pink exterior, and the name - ‘The Pink One’. Creative.

Someone definitely had a favourite colour and it wasn’t blue. I didn’t necessarily have an issue with the colour, but it did seem a bit gay. I really hoped no one I knew would see me enter, I quickly checked my surroundings before rushing through the front door into the reception room. Wait, do barbers usually have receptions? Granted, I’d never really been into any highbrow salons but this place looked way above my pay grade. Lucky I’m not paying this time huh? Inside is, unsurprisingly, more pink.

There were several chairs in what looked like a waiting area and a main desk with a bored looking woman, idly swiping at a phone. The chairs were all empty, I guess business wasn’t exactly booming just yet; no wonder they’re giving out free cuts. I walk up to the desk and notice a little sign saying ‘we’re hiring, no qualifications required’ in pink bubble text. No qualifications? That makes me somewhat nervous, my hair isn’t gonna be cut by some intern, is it?

I stare at the receptionist as she does her best to pretend I don’t exist. She turns away and sighs at her phone.

“No, swipe left.” She groans, spinning her chair in place.

“Excuse me?” I attempt to interrupt.

“Ugh can’t you see I’m busy?” She says incredulously. Again turning away from me.

“Well… no. I have a voucher for a free haircut?” I say, unsure of myself.

Immediately she stops, freezing in place. She slowly turns back around to face me.

“Thank god, I mean… why didn’t you say? That doesn’t matter now! Where was I… yes. If you would just like to take a seat and wait your turn.” She hurriedly yells, as if the building was on fire. Her whole demeanour changing at the flip of a coin.

“Um… there’s no one else here though.” I point out, turning to face the empty chairs.

“Hahaha. Aren’t you a smart one! I like you! SIT. DOWN.” She yells before immediately whispering, menacingly.

I quickly turn and take a seat, looking over my shoulder as she flashes a nervous smile in my direction. Damn - I’m not sure this is worth it for a haircut. What a screw loose. I wait several minutes before the receptionist calls across the room at me.

“Room two! Toni will see you now!”

Toni? At least the hairdresser will be a girl. With any luck, one a little less obnoxious. I stand and walk to a door on the left with a ‘2’ nailed to it. And yes, the door is pink.

Okay, so Toni is actually a guy. I do a bad job at hiding my disappointment when they welcome me.

“Oh…”

“Hey there, I’m Toni.” They offer their hand in greeting. I reluctantly shake it.

“I’m Jacob.” I state plainly, pulling my hand away to take a good look at the ‘man’.

Toni is, how do I put it? Slightly effeminate. They have peach pink hair in a undercut, one half is completely shaven with the other hanging over his face. He has a crop top that reveals a piercing in his belly button and his eyes are clearly accentuated by black eyeshadow. Right, so he’s probably gay. Don’t say anything stupid, I tell myself.

“Gay, right?” Shit.

“Yep.”

My curiosity is sated at least. Toni turns the chair towards me and I climb on without a word. He places a cloth over me before facing the chair towards a wall mirror. My hair is like a birds nest, I could definitely play a mad scientist in a shitty tv drama.

“Been saving up for me or something sweetie?” Toni teases, winking at me in the mirror. I try and hold back a wince.

“What are we doing with THIS.” He shakes my dark brown hair playfully, making it fall over my eyes.

“Ahem, I guess a tidy up all over. Not too drastic though.” I particularly emphasise that last part. I don’t want to have to explain some f@ggy cut to my friends.

“That goes without saying. Leave it to me. Sir.” I don’t like how he said ‘sir’ sarcastically like that.

I feel my hands shake, for whatever reason haircuts always make me anxious. Something about giving someone else control over my body freaks me out. Toni rummages across the counter in front of me and picks up a spray can. He turns, and without warning sprays the can all over my head, it smells like sweet strawberries. A puff goes straight into my face and eyes. I flinch them shut, the stinging causing them to start watering.

“Fuck man!” I yell in pain.

“Whoops, should of told you to close your eyes. They’re closed now at least!” Toni chuckles. I’m not exactly amused.

He wastes no time and takes a trimmer to my overgrown hair. I squint through bleary eyes, my head dizzy. All of a sudden I feel groggy, all my thoughts seem to dissipate. All except one thing.

PINK

I have no idea why, but my brain seemed fixed on that one word. That one concept. That one way of life…. Huh. My mind is shaken back awake as Toni roughly pushes my head down.

“Huh?”

“I said head down. You were spacing out like a ditz.” Toni answers, his hand placed firmly on his hip.

My cheeks blush a bright shade of PINK, embarrassed by the fact I lost my train of thought. I manage to open my eyes clearly now, noting how my hair already looks a lot shorter. Toni starts up the trimmer again, the pleasant hum buzzing next to my ear as hair falls from my head in clumps.

“So, are you a bottom or top?” He asks, nonchalantly.

“What? Uh, I’m not gay thanks.” I reply bluntly.

“Really? Then why did you ask if I was?” Toni pauses, looking confused.

“It’s kinda obvious you’re a gay bottom dude.” My eyes are sore and pink from the spray, but it doesn’t stop me from rolling them as I watch myself in the mirror.

“Who says I’m a bottom?” Toni sharply pulls my head to the side.

“You’re a top?! I hate to see what the bottom looks like.”

Toni pushes the trimmer behind my ears. The buzzing intensifies, a steady thrum making me relax back into the seat. Its sound seems to become ingrained in my head. I hear Toni saying something to me in the background but I feel myself zoning out; the world around me fades, until there is nothing but the room, me and Toni.

He takes the spray can to my head again, the wonderful scent of strawberries wafts into my nose.

I see myself staring dimly into the mirror, my hair becoming shorter and shorter, the sides now being buzzed into a fade. I can’t seem to muster the energy to care right now, even though a voice in the back of my mind is telling me to say something. A bigger part of me is wondering how my hair would look if it was

PINK

A little groan escapes my lips. My dick chubs up in my jeans, a drop of pre forming against my underwear. I absentmindedly grope at my crotch, a sense of bliss overcoming me.

“We’re getting there! What do you think about a french crop?” Toni smiles and places a firm hand upon my shoulder.

My mouth opens to respond but I’m finding it hard to find the right words. I do know I need to object somehow.

“Too f@ggy.” I slur.

“And? Don’t worry hun, it’ll look great on you. You trust me, don’t you Jacob?” His smile is captivating.

“Trust you.” It’s easier to just go along with it. He is a professional after all. So what if he’s a bit ‘fruity’.

“Good boy.” He whispers.

The praise sends a shiver down my spine. My hand automatically begins rubbing at my tented groin. I should feel so embarrassed, feeling myself up in a public situation like this. But I can’t seem to stop, it just feels right. Toni continues to style my hair, combing the front forward and trimming it to just above my eyes. Maybe it was just the lighting, but my hair colour looked a shade lighter.

I hear the familiar sound of the spray, the room gains a thick PINK haze from the particles swirling around me.

“You know what this product is called?” Toni absently asks.

“PINK.” We both say in unison.

I take a deep sniff of the air, the smell acting like an aphrodisiac. My thoughts become fuzzy again. There’s a strange sensation coming from my rear, I squirm in the seat as I feel my butt clench. My body is lifted up higher as my butt cheeks push out behind me.

“Mhmmm.” My voice whines, seemingly several octaves higher.

I furiously pull at my crotch, my tented dick feels less pronounced. It’s no longer giving me the same level of satisfaction, instead a dull itch pulses from my asshole.

“The fuck’s happening…to…me.” I say between breathy pants.

“Oh that, you’re just becoming a bottom sweetie.” Toni states matter-of-factly, tilting my head while he fades the back of my head.

My brain is operating in slow motion, his words reach my ears but I’m instead fixated by my hair, or what’s left of it. The sides have an extreme skin fade and the strands on front hang seductively over my eyebrows. But the most worrying sight is the colour, now a dusty light brown. I’m starting to look like a…

“Not a f@g”. I blurt out, my mind racing to catch up.

“No? You certainly sound like a bitch in heat. And that’s just the start hunny, just let it work it’s magic. Soon enough you’re be drooling at the thought of being a ‘f@g’.”

“No…” I unconvincingly protest. My voice cracking.

Toni smiles that dreamy smile again, and pulls in dangerously close to whisper in my ear.

“In fact, once we’re done, I’m gonna push you over this counter, and impale you with my juicy pole as you watch the spark of intelligence fade from your eyes in the mirror. At which point you’ll be begging to taste my cum like a cheap slut. Doesn’t that sound perfect, hmm?”

“Fu…frick.” My voice now decidedly effeminate.

None of that can be true, can it? That’s not me, I like girls. At the same time, the idea of letting him use me however he liked made my head soar to cloud 9. My mouth pulls into a sloppy grin.

“Tell me, what’s your favourite colour. Is it…?”

“PINK.” My mouth moves without thinking.

“Good boy. Just keep repeating that word in your head Jakie.”

Jakie? But wasn’t my name PINK. No…something was wrong with PINK. PINK. I couldn’t stop seeing PINK everywhere I looked. PINK walls, PINK tank top, PINK…hair.

My hair was pink. Bright strawberry pink. A quiet giggle slipped from my mouth.

“You look adorable, how do you like your new hair?”

I loved it.

Why wouldn’t I? PINK was my favourite colour. Besides, it wasn’t gay to like pink. And it definitely wasn’t gay to have a pretty hairstyle with your initials shaved into the side. It was totes cute.

“It’s um… nice.” I reply, sheepishly.

“It suits you. We just gotta make some finishing touches, on the house, then you’ll be ready. Eyes closed Jakie.” Toni holds the spray can up to my face.

I clinch my eyes shut. After a minute Toni instructs me to open them again. I blink several times, awestruck by my face in the mirror. It’s me, but at the same time it’s not. My nose had shrunk down to a cute button, my pasty skin now a expertly even tan. My eyes gleaming a bright unnatural blue, while my lips were deep PINK and awkwardly fuller, like I’d been stung by a bee. But most of all, there wasn’t a single blemish, my features perfectly symmetrical in every way.

“Heehee. I look soo good bestie.” My choice of words feeling slightly off in the moment, before I immediately shrug it off. So what If I giggle a bit, it doesn’t make me any less of a man.

Toni throws off the cloth covering my body and gestures for me to stand up. I get to my feet and wobble on the spot, my weight distribution felt wrong. I balance my footing and blush - my butt straining within the confines of my once loose jeans. I take a step forward and feel my bubbly cheeks jiggle behind me.

“G…go…gosh.” I stammer, looking behind my shoulder.

“Aww. You’ll get used to them.” he gives them a light slap and I hear them clap together.

Ugh. It’s time to go, I think. Before anything else happens. I feel…odd, like waking from a vivid dream. I’m thankful at least that I didn’t cum in my pants, it would of been hard to live that down - especially in the presence of a gay guy.

I turn to leave through the door but Toni stops me, pushing a PINK lollipop into my hand.

“Suck!” He instructs.

I ponder the object for a brief moment, before bringing the shiny ball to my mouth. I give it a little lick, and am rewarded by a sweet strawberry taste. I swivel my tongue around its length, savouring the flavour. Before long I’m slurping at the candy like my life depended upon it.

“You seem in your element there.” Toni beams at me, and I smile back.

For the first time I notice the prominent bulge in his tight shorts. I catch myself staring and immediately pull my eyes back up to his face. Now I really need to leave. I reach out to the door handle and…

“Aren’t you forgetting something cutie? I don’t get a tip? You’re such a clutz, Jakie.”

“Oh heck. Sorry.” I apologise, letting go of the door and letting my hand hang limply.

How could I have forgotten, sure the haircut was free but I still had to tip, especially after the brilliant job he did. The problem was, I didn’t bring any money, not even my wallet.

“Um, well…see. The thing is, I have nothing on me.” I stare down at my feet.

Toni places his soft hand under my chin and lifts it to face him. His other hand is resting at the hem of his shorts. He pulls at it slightly, revealing a bit more of his hips. The subtle outline of his tight abs catches my attention.

“That’s okay, I had something else in mind.”

He pulls his shorts further until they drop to his feet, behind them was a bright fluorescent PINK jockstrap. I don’t know why I’m not running at this point, in fact I can’t even tear my eyes away from his crotch. One of my biggest fears is coming true and I’m just standing here like an dummy.

Toni reaches his hand into his jock and pulls free a 7 inch cock. I instinctively gulp.

“How about it, my little dump truck?” He pulls at his foreskin and then looks me straight in the eye.

“I uh… I don’t know. Not really into guys.” My words barely audible as the lolly sticks out of my mouth.

“That doesn’t matter silly, you don’t have to be.”

Is that true? Isn’t it gay to let some dude frick you? I guess not if you don’t cum. It’s like helping out a friend, and he is my bestie. But more importantly, I owe him a big tip. I roll the tasty lollipop from left to right, my hands slightly shaky.

“‘Kay then. How do I…”

“Take those dull clothes off.”

Bleh, Toni can be pretty intimidating when he wants to be. But I do as he says anyway, removing my top and jeans, and then, finally my boxers. I look down, my dick a now meagre 3 inches hard; seeming rather poultry in light of his 7 incher. I seem to remember being bigger down here, but it’s hard to recall exactly.

“Cute nub. But let’s see what you’re packing back there Jakie boy.” Toni spins his hand in the air, indicating that he wants me to turn around.

I slowly face away from him, finding myself looking back into the mirror. My body is a girls dream, completely smooth with a tiny waist and wide hips. Where are my muscles? I look like a, like a…mhmm I get the sudden urge to feel my backside, and I reach my hands behind me. Ugh, my buttocks are ginormous, it’s like a half of my mass has moved back there. And I seem to be leaking, a moist viscous substance dripping from between my two basketball sized cheeks.

“Self lubricanting too, nice. You’re a keeper babe.” His remark felt more deriding than complimentary.

I pull my hand away, now sticky with the fluid from my ass. I give my fingers a whiff. Ah. Peaches. Sweet, PINK peaches. I’m lost in a daze. Toni’s hands begin to fondle my sensitive butt, every touch makes my nub ache. Satisfied, he pushes hard on my back. I bend forward, leaning against the counter in front of me - my legs move apart to balance my new rear heavy body.

“Mhmmm.”

He slaps his member against my back and grinds it down between my cheeks. I feel the tip of his cock push against my virgin hole. It dawns on me - it’s too late to back out now. In one swift motion Toni thrusts all the way into me.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” Toni grunts over me.

“T…tight” I echo back. I see myself panting heavily in the reflection. I spit out the PINK lolly, a strand of drool falls from my mouth.

‘Not gay, not gay’ I repeatedly tell myself. My body rocking back and forth as Toni begins taking me in earnest. I just have to make sure I don’t cum, no matter what.

“I told you this would happen, you’re a natural born slut, mhm. You can’t deny what your body wants fuckmuffin.”

“Wha…” I’m so confused.

My insides are pulled along the length of his shaft and then back again. Then again, and again. I felt like a fleshlight. Before long I sense myself pushing back against him, so that his cock can reach deeper into my hole, stretching me out fully. I never imagined dick could feel so good. My face in the mirror is one of complete lust, the sight sends a sudden jolt of fear to my head. If this keeps up I’m not sure if I’ll be able to hold back.

“Hmf…You’re gonna make an adorable PINK boi mmf… a coworker with benefits.”

What is he talking about, coworkers? I just came for a haircut, didn’t I? I’m not planning to work here. Besides, I don’t know the first thing about cutting people’s hair. Those benefits do sound pretty temping though. My butt is just begging to be pounded on the daily, as long as I don’t cum, it’s fine.

“Jakie, you’ll look so cute in a lil’ PINK thong and crop top.”

Yas, I would be cute. Being a PINK boi does actually sound adorbs. We’d like, have matching outfits! Hehe. Maybe I could even get a heart tattoo on my lower back.

“That’d be like, sooo fun bestie!” The sound of my own voice makes me cringe.

I’m talking like a stereotypical gay twink and I’m definitely not, I have some dignity. I need to pull myself together and act like a man. That’d probably be much easier without a cock lodged up my ass. I feel Toni speed up, maybe just to spite me. His hefty ballsack slaping against me in quick succession. My rock hard nub bounces under the counter, my tight balls churn. Frick, I don’t think I can take much more.

“Ah…It’s about time you let get go of that pathetic masculinity. What are you, hon?

“I…I…” Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.

“I’m thuch a f@g!” I enthusiastically admit.

My little nub spurts a wad of cum across the wall, and with it go my inhibitions, my shame and my modesty. A little voice in my head yells out about something boring before quickly being drowned out by the image of my big booty stuffed into a pair of PINK shorts. Heehee. I’ve been utterly emasculated and I love it. In the mirror I have a huge dopey grin. Toni was like, such a good top. Gawd.

“Fuck, that’s hot babe! You’re almost perfect for the job.” Toni starts to slow down.

His 7 inch cock leaves my boi pussy and an emptiness sets in. It doesn’t last long as he spins me around and pushes me down to the floor. His dick slaps across my face. It’s dripping heavily with my own juices and his cum. The smell alone has me salivating. I can’t wait anymore and attempt to lunge at it but he pulls away.

“You gonna swallow every drop?” Toni raises his eyebrow and looks down at me. Did he get taller?

“Yes sir.” I whine.

In a smooth motion his cock passes through my pouty lips and pushes all the way to the back of my throat. I momentarily chock on its girth, but after a few thrusts I start working it like a pro.

‘How’s your own pussy taste?”

It was incredible! Like peaches and cream, an elixir of his cum mixed with my wet hole. Yum. I couldn’t get enough. I try and answer him but the words are muffled by my face full of cock.

“Yeah, let’s get you nice and dumb.” He grips my hair tightly and shoves my head into his smooth crotch.

“Ot…umb.” I try and tell him.

“No? Oh sweetie, once you swallow my cum, you won’t just be dumb, you’ll be basic. Not just gay, but capital G ‘Gay’. Happily submitting to anyone with a real dick. And our customers will be happy to oblige, before they too join you in blissful ignorance.”

Huh! No. Being gay was great, but I still wanted to have my wits. Not be some empty-headed slut, shaking my butt at complete strangers.

“Just imagine. You’ve finished on a clients hair, the colour now identical to yours. Well, they need to tip you somehow?” He puts on an exaggerated voice, as if talking to a child.

“Mfhmm.”

“Exactly! So you giggle, drop you shorts and push your bubble butt into their face. Don’t forget your pretty PINK thong, framing your rear like a thick cake. Then what do you say?”

“Hnnff!” I want to stop but the taste in my mouth is nothing short of addicting. If he could at least cease his talking…

“Close! You’d say, in that cute lisp: ‘Daddy, please eat my ass’.”

I try and desperately think of a way to end this. But each time his tip reaches the back of my throat it pushes away all my thoughts, like his cock is taking up all the space inside my skull. I go crosseyed as he rams my mouth like a bull. He was literally fucking my brain to mush.

“And you’ll be eaten out again and again, each time they’ll deposit their creamy load into your waiting mouth. So…you finally ready airhead?”

Please…

Toni humps three more times in quick succession before a geyser of his cum erupts in my mouth. On autopilot I swallow great gulps as the thick, full flavoured liquid flows down my throat. I drink every drop as he continues to unload his heavy balls. My tummy begins to bloat from the sheer volume of his strawberry milkshake.

With the release from his cock, I feel a release of my own, except mine seemed to be coming from up top. An abnormal amount of drool was leaking from my mouth, coinciding with my intellect draining from my brain. I attempt to stop the thick drool from gathering, to no avail, as my smarts literally drip from my mouth and soak into the pink carpet on the floor. After a few seconds I’m sat there with a completely empty look.

“Ahh.” I moan.

Uh, Wasn’t something bad supposed to happen? I didn’t feel very different. Like sure, my head was totes empty. And? It felt like, soooo gud. I really wanted to tug at my nub.

“Mmm.”

Can you say ignoramus, honey?‘ Toni pulls his cock free from my face.

“Um Ig…iglo…iglo-mo-must?” I try and sound out the word. It hurts my head. Whatever.

“Good toy. You’re hired.” His cock bobs up and down in front of me.

That’s nice. But I’m more interested in something else as I stick my tongue out and lick his pole clean. I can’t let any of it go to waste. Working under Toni sounds like a lot of fun, and I won’t have to worry about thinking too much; It’s basically perfect for me. And all the PINK!

“Mm, you’re good at that Jakie. But let’s get you dressed into something more your style. And then you can report to the receptionist for your training. You’ll be ready to serve by tomorrow.” Toni ruffles my hair and pulls me to my feet.

“Serve…” I bite my lip.

I make sure to get a good look at myself in the mirror. Like OMG, I’m stunning. Looking like a posable Ken doll. My tiny nub is the cutest thing, I can’t wait to see it be barely noticeable in a tight PINK thong. Wearing a cage at this point would be purely decorative. My eyes maybe seem a little dull now, revealing how little is going on behind them, but guys love that! They want a brainless boy toy, and that’s exactly what I give them.

It’s like I’ve been molded into the ideal twink: vapid, vain and without an original thought in my hollow little head. Before, I had a personality, ambitions and ideals. Now, I was totally basic, unremarkable and indistinguishable from a thousand other empty slutty bottoms. My whole identity replaced with sex, just another hole waiting to be filled.

Being unique is like, hard work - having to worry about what to say, how to dress and where to fit in; why bother when I can be ‘gay’ and let that label completely define me. Being cute and wearing PINK to match my bubble gum brain while others tell me what to do. Some may take being called dumb as an insult, but I take great pride in it! Smart people spend their whole life working to get ahead, all I need to do is drop my pants and bend over. Heeheehee.

“Jakie! Stop spacing out like a Himbo and bring that butt over here! Take these.”

I walk up to him and he hands me a pile of dull looking clothes; a pair of black jeans and a plain top. Bleh, how ugly. I bundle them up and toss them in a bin in the corner. Toni is now holding up my new uniform. I take the thong and pull it up between my legs, the thin piece of fabric rides up between my cheeks and presses against my sensitive hole. A little indentation is visible where my tiny cock pokes out in front.

I ‘cover’ myself up with a pair of tight booty shorts, they don’t leave much to the imagination; the fabric bunches up behind me. Finally I put on the florescent PINK crop top, it hangs off my tiny frame leaving my belly button exposed. On the front it says ‘PINK BOI’, and on the back is an arrow pointing down and the words ‘Open For Business’.

__________________________

You find yourself somewhere you never expected to be - a wall to wall pink room. It was definitely challenging your sense of masculinity. But hey, you got one of these ‘free haircut’ vouchers and if the only cost is being subjected to a gay as fuck waiting room, it’s worth it. Although the receptionist had certainly put a dampener on the whole deal. You hear her shout across the room.

“You’re in number one, they will see you now!” Her voice several decibels louder than necessary, considering the relative distance.

You stand up and walk towards the door. Quickly you move to the side as the previous customer brushes past you. A glazed look is plastered across their face and they almost walk straight into you.

Your hand wraps around the door knob and you look back and give them a sideways glare. You shove the door open and are greeted by the widest of smiles.

“Oh hai, I’m Jakie!” I greet you, shooting you a seductive wink.

[zadestfs]

[zadestfs]

[malebodyswitch]

Where the hell am I, this isn’t my dorm. Why am I kneeling? Holy shit is that my arm. I’m a fucking huge wrestler. Fuck me this singlet looks hot. When’s this photo over, I want to fucking wrestle.

[reformhim]

Callum & Easton: A Twinkification Mystery

Callum had always moved with a calculated confidence. At 6'0" and a solid 185 lbs, his space in the world was defined by discipline and quiet strength. He liked the ritual of his life: going to the gym, wearing fitted tees that showed off his defined chest and arms, and projecting a naturally dominant energy. He was used to leading, to being the one in control. His reflection—defined by a strong jawline, thick brows, and visible chest hair—was a source of pride.

Then he met Easton.

Easton was few inches shorter and bounced with energetic athleticism. He loved to show off and gain attention and had a bit of a rugged edge, with a full beard and thick hair dusting his legs. For Callum, the attraction was a jarring, physical surprise. Initially, it was just admiration for another guy's physique, but as they shared the small, crowded dorm, that admiration began to warp into something darker, more consuming.

And something in Callum was beginning to vanish.

"You look... lighter, Cal," Easton said one afternoon. He was leaning against the doorway, shirtless, the masculine presence that used to be Callum's birthright now radiating off Easton like heat.

The First Erosion: the changes began subtly, like a slow-moving virus. The first thing Callum noticed was his appetite. The meals he needed to maintain his bulk became impossible to finish. He wasn't trying to lose weight, but the pounds were sliding off him. His broad shoulders seemed to round and pull inward. His biceps, once like coiled rope, were thinning over.

"Just... shifting my workouts," Callum lied, pulling a loose hoodie tightly around himself. He was already down 30lbs, a loss that felt like an admission of failure.

Then came the body hair. One morning, showering, he realized there was no morning stubble to shave. His chest hair and simply vanished. And the hair that used to generously coat his legs had thinned out dramatically... all that was left was a whispy happy trail on his lower stomach and a very light layer of soft, light hairs on his arms and legs...

His skin looked naked and disconcertingly pale. It was a humiliating, silent subtraction. He avoided mirrors for days and tried to keep his entire body covered.

He reached into the basket and pulled out a pair of brightly covered briefs. They weren't his...

Awkward Concessions: the first true embarrassment hit during their shared laundry day. Callum was folding a pile of clothes, trying to ignore the way his own skin felt—fair, smooth, and frighteningly delicate. He was already developing the "overall twink aesthetic" he had subconsciously always resisted.

Easton noticed the pause. "Those are mine... I mean they belong to someone I hooked up with the other night" he said, stepping close, his hand brushing against Callum’s now slim wrist. "But you could probably wear them now, couldn't you?"

Callum’s stomach dropped. He caught a glimpse of himself in the communal mirror: 5'10", maybe. His naturally soft, youthful face was flushing a deep, betrayed red. He dropped the underwear as if it were hot coal. "No. I'm... I'm still me, Easton."

"Are you?" Easton’s gaze was unsettlingly possessive. "Because you look like you’re fading away, Cal. And I think I’m the only one who sees it."

The Need: the denial became harder as the physical shifts accelerated. By mid-semester, Callum was 128 lbs. Standing at 5'8", he was practically dwarfed by the clothes he used to fill. His style had shifted out of necessity; he was living in oversized tees and short shorts/sweats, a "simple, comfy" look that emphasized his developing lean, slight frame and soft jawline.

He found himself dressing carefully, unconsciously accessorizing with a thin necklace, a tiny concession to a aesthetic he was fighting with every fiber of his being. He was developing a vibe he couldn't hide: soft, approachable, and deeply clingy.

"What is happening to me?" Callum whispered one night. He was sitting on the floor by Easton’s bed, wearing only a pair of his own gray briefs and an oversized white tee that slid off his shoulder. His now hazel eyes were wide with an almost desperate vulnerability.

Easton got up and knelt in front of him. His hand, warm and rough, slid under the collar of the tee to rest on Callum’s smooth, hairless chest. "You’re changing, Callum. And you’re used to being in control, aren't you? This must be terrifying."

Callum’s breath hitched. "It is."

"But you need me, don't you?" Easton’s thumb traced the faint happy trail that was the last remnant of Callum’s masculinity. "You want to belong to me."

Callum couldn't deny it. The need was a physical ache, a yearning for Easton’s strength to ground him. He craved the validation Easton was offering, the permission to finally stop fighting.

"Calvin Klein," Easton noted, his voice low and vibrating against Callum’s side. "You look beautiful in them."

The Give: The defining moment came during a movie night. Easton was sprawled on his bed, and Callum had subconsciously shifted so he was leaning against Easton’s legs. Easton’s hand began to move, a slow, calculated sweep down Callum’s back. He stopped at the waistband of Callum’s gray briefs.

Callum was mortified. He was soft. He was pretty. He was a twink lying on another man's bed, wearing the specific underwear he had once found humiliating. But the humiliation was dissolving, replaced by an intoxicating surge of relief.

"Easton..." he started, his voice cracking, lighter and softer than he could have imagined months ago.

"Just let go," Easton whispered, pulling Callum fully into the curve of his body. "You don't have to be the strong one anymore. Just be mine."

Callum let out a breath he felt he had been holding for the entire semester. He gives in. He was no longer the 6'0" pillar of masculine energy. He was a 5'8" young man with boyish charm and submissive energy, whose features were full lips and a delicate cheekbone. He was small, he was soft, and as he curled into Easton’s embrace, he knew that for the first time in his life, he didn't need to control anything. He just needed to be loved.

[horniestofhoes]

Truthspeak

The bell rings, as gym class is finally over. I usually just skipped this class, but god I needed some credit on it. Anyways, I also have a very... Special reason to come here today. I'm gonna get revenge on Andrew

This is me, Matthew. I’m freshly turned 18, and as you can see, a bit of a twink. This would’ve never been a problem, i’m gay as i can be, but the issue is, i’m a top. And i have a 3 inch pecker on “top” of that. No guy i know wants a skinny twerp to top them. But my fortune is about to change.

Last night, i was visited in my dreams by something. It said i was chosen by it to bring change, and that my power was to be my voice, for me to do as i pleased. When i woke up, i realized it was real and not a dream. I told my mom she looked so young for her age, and her wrinkles instantly dissapeared. I tried to point it out later, but she didn’t notice it all either. With this knowledge in mind, i began planning my rise.

As i exited the locker room shower, just as i’d hoped, Andrew stood in my way

Andrew was unfairly hot. He had unnaturally big EVERYTHING. From being so jacked you’d swear he was using roids, to being tall AND having a truly massive dick. He was basically running this place, fucking girls left and right, having an influential dad and well, looking like this. He was also, as you’d guess, the biggest jerk you know.

“Hey, Andy.” I said, mockingly

“Someone’s got an attitude today. Looking to get beat up again, faggot? What happened, were you unable to jerk your baby sized dick this morning?” He answered, smiling confidently. Oh this was gonna be good.

I took a deep breath.

Well, it's now or never

"Opposite, actually. My dick is kinda sore, on account on me having to use it so much. When you’ve got a thing this big, it requires using, y’know?." I said, trying not to cringe

Then... I felt something. Like my brain had just skipped a beat. My crotch felt heavier. I let the towel go and... There it was. Holy shit. My dick was fucking massive. It was easily what, 12 inches? Maybe even bigger. I just stood there, smiling at Andrew.

His eyes widened, he looked confused even.

"Y-yeah, whatever. What use is a dick this big when you're just a skinny loser? I bet my forearm is bigger than that bony thigh of yours." He replied, trying to change the subject

I laughed.

"Skinny? Dude, i’m bigger than you. I’ve been training longer, harder than you for years now. Why are we lying again?

As the words left my mouth, I looked down and... Fuck. I was so big. My arms were gigantic mountains. My pecs were so huge I could barely see my feet, and my legs were tree trunks. My mind began to race, and my dick instantly hardened. I was this close to orgasming right there

“I-i… The fuck you getting hard for? Fucking fag! Just because you’re bigger than me doesn’t mean i can’t still fuck you up, Matt, you little shit!”

I stared at Andrew. Or better, Andy, as he was going to be known from now on.

“Look, just because you want me to fuck you, doesn’t mean you gotta put up all of this to attract my attention. You’re already my type, Andy.”

“W-what t-the fuck are you talking about…?” He said, looking disoriented

“Your slender frame is pretty fuckin’ sexy, Andy. I wanna grab your little waist with my hands, shove your bubble butt on my cock and watch as you moan and your tiny dick cums onto my chest. And i know you want that too”

Andrew went silent, as his body transformed right in front of me. His muscles deflated, leaving only the bare minimum, his clothes falling off his now skinny frame, and his cock going from huge to tiny in a matter of seconds. His butt didn’t change much, he always did have a pretty juicy one, but his features also softened, leaving more of twink and less of alpha jock

“Matt…” He said, with a much softer voice now “I really want to fuck right now. Please” The hunger in his eyes was enough for me.

“Knew it.” I said, as my cock bursted a stream of cum on the floor. Fuck! I got excited too fast!

Andy looked at me, in shock

“Huh… Don’t worry babe, i can cum a lot in one sitting” I said, feeling my balls churn more and more semen. From now on, his life was gonna be something else, man. He approached me, putting his hands on my pecs

"Your body... It's insane..." He said, with barely contained lust "What can i say, i've worked for it." I said, laughing loudly "He got on his knees, and like he was starving, began to suck my dick. "This is just the beggining" I thought to myself "I"m gonna have so much fun."

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British airways

I looked at the plane, everything seemed normal but I never flew British airways, but blame the damn airlines… my flight with my family was over booked… so they canceled my ticket and put me on this flight. Everything seemed like a normal flight as I boarded but that thought left once they locked the cabin. I look around and it was only men.. young men like mid 20s, odd… what are the chances.

Regardless it’s a long flight to London, I lay back in my seat, put my headphones in and drift to sleep. I wake up a few hours later, the plane is silent other then an Ed Sheeran song playing… in fact I heard it playing earlier too… take me back to London… it keeps going over and over. I get a weird pit in my stomach, I look around and see everyone sitting blankly, they almost look younger? I feel a weird shifting in my pants, it sends a chill down my spine, try to get up but can’t, it’s like there’s a force holding me down. I figure fuck it, nobody is watching, I pull down my sweats and see my boxers have somehow become… a Speedo?!

I look shocked and then feel somethjng even weirder, my cock.. something’s slithers on it, down it. I have no idea, I look around and say fuck it, I pull the Speedo up enough to see my cock as it pales, there’s something wrong with it, something growing? But as that’s growing my dicks shrinking… I quickly realize it’s a bloody foreskin…bloody? Did I just say bloody?! My head spins as my dick settles down, a nice small uncut cock for a proper lad. Lad? I shake my head… what’s going on. I don’t want a small dick… but it’s best for swimming, doesn’t get in the way on the dives… what?!

My brain is wracked, all this British slang bouncing around in my head, I try to make sense of it I don’t even notice my body on fire… burning off all my muscles, all my fat… all my body hair.. I lay back closing my eyes as my body rearranges, my feet shrunk down to a size 9… my legs thin out, arms thin out, chest deflates… all to a nice toned body fit for a swimmer… no a diver.

My body feels released almost and I can get up, as I do I look down and see I’m wearing some track suit, it says Great Britain on it with a flag. I blurt out “what the bloody hell is going on then?” When I do my blood goes cold, my voice… it’s different, higher pitched and a thick British accent. “Oy… this is loons” as I get to the bathroom I see the entire cabin of the plane is different, they’re all wearing similar outfits, all younger fit proper lads….

“Ben! Where are you going?! The planes about to land” someone grabs my arm, I look over and see the hottest man I’ve ever seen. Tom Daley.

I panic and run in the bathroom slam the door, as I do my lips puff out, getting massive, my hair gets poofy and curly and my face shifts right in front of my eyes… I reach out and touch it shocked. This is real… bollocks what do I do!

There’s a bang on the door, it’s Tom “get to your seat Ben!!” I pull my shirt up quickly to get a peak and my eyes almost explode, I’m skinny, hairless but fit. Fuck me.

I walk out of the bathroom and Tom lands a kiss on my lips “you took longer then the rest, I had to help” he grabs my junk and squeezes, I explode inside my Speedo… my brain goes haywire… I’m Benjamin Cutmore… Ben for short… born in 2003… 20 years old… Olympic diver from Cambridge england. All the memories of diving flash before me, knowing Tom. As the memories flood in my view of Tom changes, he no longer becomes hot, my gf does… gf?! I’m gay!! I blurt out

Tom: not anymore mate… except for me of course for getting you on the team.

Tom sits me down as the music blares “takeee me back to Londonnn” we land as my old self is gone.. the song saw to it that I became a full on British lad.. I get off the plane, seeing my gf I run to her and kiss her passionately, she’s gorgeous… she whispers in my ear “been waiting for you and your LITTLE man to get home all week” putting extra emphasis on little, I blush, she notices and goes “it’s ok Benny baby… 4 inches is perfect for me” I shrug, I can live with it.

That was a few weeks ago, now I’m fully living bens life and getting ready for the games next month. Cheers mate, enjoy the ride.

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[lucaamatowrites]

My cousin has been struggling with sobriety recently so I'm here to help him out! He can't give into his worst instincts when he spends all day as a hot pair of briefs, soaking up all my sweat and precum!