The Great Story Teller

An appreciator of male body swaps, age progressions, ghost possessions, and creativity.

[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!

[thegreatstoryteller]

It was just a prank!

I swear this was just supposed to be a prank. Denton Price was always showing off, whether it was in the community gym, jogging shirtless in the park, or more recently at the public pool!

Everywhere I went it was like this guy was doing his best to make sure I was embarrassed. When I was trying to flirt with a guy at the gym, he began to lift twice my weight next to me. When I was playing Pokemon Go at the park, he was there jogging shirtless wearing that sexy deodorant. And now when I decided to go to the pool with my friends, he shows up in a speedo and a massive bulge! Why Denton!?

I mean sure his 6'4 height makes him stand out among a lot of guys... and sure his deep sexy voice always carries no matter what room he is... and sure he's got that athletic build that shows he works out more for function than aesthetics... But why does he have to do it so often in my face and get me all flustered!?

So I devised a plan. Use that random sight I found some magic spells on to switch bodies with Denton! Then I'd embarrass him at the pool by wearing some flamingo themed bathing suit! Then I'd swap back.

And it worked! For the most part...

I swapped with him pretty instantly. One moment I was me. Average Arab American geek, the next I'm smiling in the mirror as the handsome Denton himself.

I mean... I won't lie. I spent a good couple minutes just looking at myself in the mirror. Flexing! His body was so thick. I'd try to put on weight but my fast metabolism always left me a little on the thin side no matter what. I also admired his beard. I never could grow more than wisps along my face that made people think I had a smidge of dirt. But Denton had a full thick beard! He was also bald, something that felt so surreal for me, as the closest thing I'd ever gotten to that was a buzzcut!

Anyway I get my props ready. I have my colorful swim cap. I have my flamingo floaty. And most of all I have everyone's attention. Because of course everyone is looking at Denton as he walks out to the pool.

Turns out that no matter what I put on his handsome body people seemed to love! My attempts to embarrass him just got him more attention. People would go over to me and say:

"Oh! Sweet Flamingo Floaty. Where can I get one?" "You doing this for April Fool's? Ha! Thanks for the laugh Denton!" "Hey Denton, you make even that outfit look hot. Here's my number!"

Typical. No matter how hard I try I can't get Mr. Perfect to look like a fool.

Then came the problem. I tried to use the spell to swap back, but nothing happened. I should've read the fine print about the time limit! Turns out spending too long admiring your body, really eats into the magical limits of body swapping.

Eventually I had to come clean to Denton about what happened as he was severely confused in my body. Then he said the most infuriating thing....

He said it was pretty funny that we swapped! He's not mad at all! It's like I can't get underneath this guy's impenetrable defenses. Denton agreed that we should still look for ways to swap back, but he was happy to be in my body in the meantime. I was so frustrated! How could he be so optimistic after all this!

Now he's doing his normal routines in my body, showing it off at every corner... he's actually gotten me into pretty good shape, using my body way better than I ever did. I guess a few months as me was all it took for him to turn my physical form around.

Come to think of it... the more I look at my old body the more I feel... a spark. Did Denton like me? Is that why he's always been so nice! Oh that jerk! He thinks he can get away with having a secret crush on me?! I'll show him! Hope he's free for a date tonight!

The jokes on him if he thinks that sexy smile will get him out of this!

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: The Snow is Clearing Up

All storms must come to an end. Some find those they once lost, others emerge from the storm a changed man. The Great Shift is no different. Who will you be when the storm settles?

Chad Hectors:

Yo! I was hot shit before, but check me out now! I’m the ideal Latin lover around these parts and I’m enjoying every second of it. 

Who was I before? I was Chad Hectors! Gym bro, fitness influencer, and local heartbreaker. I had twinks, twunks, jocks, and bears begging to hook up with me. Well… all except one. That one twink thought he was too good for me. Conner Goncalves. The guy was so cute and small! I knew he’d be an excellent hook up, but he always turned me down. His loss… but I was fuming.

So when the Great Shift put me into his cute twink of a body, I thought it must be some kinda cosmic justice! I mean the one guy that turned me down and I get his cute ass of a body! I spent the last year becoming the cutest and smallest top of my area. Despite loads of people swapping bodies they were still surprised to find a small cute guy like me dominating them in the bedroom. 

Unfortunately that didn’t last too long. I kept up my normal workout routines in Conner’s body and he just blew up with muscle! Who knew that the guy had so much potential. A year of lifting in this body and I’m back to the physique I used to have in my previous body. I’m still a short king, but honestly that’s even better. People see a jacked 5’1 cock Latino like me walking through the snowy streets shirtless and they just gotta take a second look. 

And of course I just had to celebrate my gains with a butterfly tattoo! Really shows my transformation in the last year. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE this body when it gets a good tan. No more burning up in the sun for me! This tattoo is sick!  Though, I did it for another reason.

I managed to hear about a gentle 6’4 giant shoveling snow in a neighborhood out of town. Real bottom energy from what my new friends say. And wouldn’t you know it, that huge hairy fucker is Conner! Bet the guy is going though it, having had a year to adapt to such a different body. I mean, I lost my blond hair and dimples for a sexy piece of Mexican ass. My booty is literally sticking out so much when I do squats. Meanwhile Conner swapped his smooth bodied frame for a sasquatch!

Honestly, not usually my type, but knowing the cute guy that turned me down all that time ago was in him… well let’s just say it got me going. A few texts and a meet up time later, and Conner and I were set on a date! I’m gonna really enjoy showing him how I’ve changed in his body. Really made it my own. 

It’ll feel even more fun dominating such a big hairy hunk knowing that inside it’s really the twink I’ve been crushing on for so long. Who knows, maybe this hairy lug of a man will get me to finally settle down. After all, I’m sure he’s all too familiar with what this body likes and needs. 

Jessica Bills:

Like. OMG. I have to shovel the whole sidewalk again? I LITERALLY did that the night before. Like this is so unfair. Normally I’d get my boyfriend to do this, but he keeps saying that now I’m in this big bodybuilder’s body. It should be much easier for me. 

And I mean sure. I could probably lift that entire truck behind me with ease now that I’ve got these strong muscles, but physical labor is SO pre Great Shift. It’s the modern era! Boyfriends should really be doing the chores for their girlfriends regardless of whose in the bigger buffer body. 

I mean look at this gross shovel. Ew.

The only thing I like about doing all this snow shoveling stuff is that I get to show off my new top. It’s like soooo chic. Do you like it? I got it at the new gym I started doing pilates in.  And YES it was the same gym I woke up in after the Great Shift hit me and my entire sorority! I did NOT like waking up to lifting 500lbs above my head with ease. I dropped those nasty weights right then and there! BUT since then, I’ve come back to do some yoga, light jogging, and pilates! The gym is super nice and lets me go there for free.

They said it’s good business to have someone my size in the gym these days. Plus, the owner is now in this super cute guy who was in my favorite boyband growing up. He’s so handsome!

Anyway I should get back to shoveling if I want to be done before my pilates class in an hour. I swear, next time I’m gonna get my brat of a little sister to do it! She’s in this huge NFL athlete’s body, so she might as well carry her weight. She certainly has the muscles for it. 

But my parents are super annoying about her. Especially my dad. He keeps saying stuff like, “Jessica, your sister is training to be on the new NFL team of post shifted athletes” and “She’s been at the combine all week, you gotta let her rest” or even “Why don’t you two workout together! Spend some time with your little sister/big brother”.  AGH. He’s the worst. Like I’d want to spend time with that nerdy embarrassment. She doesn’t even comb her hair!

I mean… neither do I anymore. I really miss my long red hair and my cute clothes! Being this big bald behemoth is still a lot to get used to! I mean come on! Why did me and my entire sorority have to end up in huge athletic men?! Literally, I can’t think of anything worse. 

Arthur DeMarcus

Damn. For an inflatable raft, these things are sure heavy. I guess there are some things you never really get used to. 

But I should start from the beginning. My name is Arthur DeMarcus. I used to be a graphic designer back in Atlanta, Georgia. But that was before the Great Shift. I had a pretty nice life going for me before all this. Sure the apartment was a bit small, but I had friends.  They did always say I was a bit on the thin side from all my time at work, but I just had a fast metabolism.  Anyway one evening I was enjoying a nice gaming session with my roommate Jay Mes, a nurse! That part is gonna be important. 

Then all of a sudden I found myself in the middle of a snow storm, shirtless and running with a bunch of buff Asian, black, white, and Latino guys. Every one of us was confused and freezing, but one guy ahead of us yelled, “We gotta make it to the next checkpoint! Come on!” 

Not knowing what else to do, I followed the voice. With strength I never could muster before that day, I trudged through the snow alongside all these other guys, who I now realized were wearing camo patterned army fatigues! Or the pants part of that outfit anyway. It was pretty inspiring. When one guy fell, the group would pause to help him up and we would make it out together. 

The checkpoint this guy was talking about turned out to be a small cabin that we all barreled into. It gave most of us a chance to finally see what we all looked like, including myself. Needless to say I was amazed. My dark skin was replaced by the pale compassion and my thin frame reduced by thick hefty muscle. When I finally saw a mirror I realized I was Korean!

The guy barking directions at us was also Korean! Turns out he knew half of what was going on. He had no idea how we all swapped bodies, but in perfect English he explained how the U.S. and South Korean Army were doing joint military drills and exercises together.  We’d later put together through static filled radio transmissions that something called the Great Shift was responsible for the swap, but with so many emergency services occupied nearby, we were on our own. 

If we were gonna get off this snow covered mountain alive, we’d need to train just like those soldiers and work together. 

And so came the next arc of my life. Training! The remaining unshifted soldiers and sergeants swapped into soldiers. It's not like you picture it in anime, with inspirational music and epic feats of strength at first. No. It was hard work. The only thing that made it bearable was having a bunch of new friends to train alongside. Turns out Jay had swapped right alongside me. He was always a larger white guy, but now he found himself in a handsome buff Korean body just like mine! Together we shared bunks, lifted weights and trained!

Jay helped teach basic first aid to all of us while we recovered from physical training and in turn the whole group began to grow closer.

My favorite parts were when we all hit the showers at the army base. Something about having warm water fall down my muscular frame got me really excited.

And it wasn’t just me. Jay and the other soldiers were right there with me. Amazed at our soldier trained physiques. Mind you these were average people like me. We had bakers, homemakers, bank clerks, and teachers all stuck in these soldier bodies, that were pumped with adrenaline on a daily basis.

So I guess it’s not a surprise when we all ended up having our first group sex session in the first week of training. I mean what else were a bunch of young able bodied men supposed to do to pass the time.

After that, training got a lot more fun. We’d run exercise and compete to see who could plow the most snow in one rotation, we’d race to see who could carry the rafts over the snow drifts to the rivers nearby, and whoever would lose would have to bottom for the whole squad that night. 

It actually took less than a month for us to be prepared! We managed to get down this mountain by week three and back to the nearest major city.  Unfortunately we learned quickly that our squad wasn’t the only one missing during these extreme weather conditions. That’s when we all knew what we had to do.

We became the first post-Shift Search and Rescue squad, dedicated to helping find countless individuals lost in dangerous weather phenomenon. We knew that the month on the mountain was a gift, and one we had to share with the others who needed our help. So our squad managed to stay together and become a team with this new goal. Since then we’ve been closer than ever!

So if you’re ever lost during the Great Shift, sit tight. We’ll find you and greet you with these handsome bodies. Who knows, maybe you’d like to join our ranks. We’re always looking for more members.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Winter Snow

For some, the Great Shift hit in the middle of winter, where the elements were far from tame. While some toiled in the snow, others prospered in it. Everyone has a unique tale to tell. After all, it is often during the coldest of times, that things really heat up. 

Henley Harper:

What a rush! If you’d told me a year ago, I’d be snowboarding shirtless down a mountain, I would’ve told you to take a nap! Because not in your wildest dreams would you see me doing something like that. After all, a year ago, I was just hefty Henley. The overweight office assistant at a paper making company. People would joke that I’d be the first one to finish the box of doughnuts, even though I only liked the chocolate ones. But people can be cruel. They could see an overweight shy pale guy and make some really rude assumptions. 

But I doubt they’d be making those assumptions anymore, especially after the Great Shift! I heard some real scary stories about how people found them swapped half way around the world and into some hair raised situations. Lucky from me, I managed to keep myself in the U.S. going from Ohio to Nevada. But my swap probably was more surprising than most. Who expects to be racing down a steep hill shirtless, as snow and wind bash against your body? 

Not me! That’s for sure. 

Turns out I ended up in a guy called Hank Jimenez. Social media snow boarder known for doing some crazy stunts, like snowboarding down a steep mountain and flexing the whole time. I mean… I can’t blame him. His Mexican American muscles really do seem made for showing off. Unlike my previous self he was clean shaven, though I could tell right away he shaved… and probably often considering I’ve got some body hair of his already growing back! And he had abs! I went from not being able to see my own feet because of my big belly in the way to having a six pack you could see without even flexing!

Anyway, there I was. Suddenly swapped, going 50 miles an hour down a steep hill. I thought I was dreaming! I had no idea what to do. Part of me was already worrying about joint pain if I took a fall at this speed!  Luckily I learned the fast way that muscle memory stays with your newly shifted body. I managed to maneuver down the hill and instinctually flexed in triumph. 

All the people looking confused as I shredded down the hill certainly couldn’t help looking at me. Many were confused and displaced just like me, so they had no idea what was going on. But when they saw a handsome Latino hunk greeting them at the bottom of the hill by a nice lodge, their confusion was replaced with… well to put it politely “interest”. 

See. I wasn’t the most dateable guy back in my body. No girl ever seemed interested in talking to me… not that I talked to them much either. However, turns out I’m really into guys as Hank. And all those people waiting for me at the bottom of the hill were apparently his fans. All handsome guys! Some big. Some small. Some even with chubbier frames just like I had. And just like me, apparently their new sexualities aligned with their bodies. It took us a whole week of private fun for us to realize the rest of the world even swapped bodies too. 

So how did I spend the snow storm during the great shift? Snowboarding down some awesome Nevada slopes and getting to know my new fan club in a cozy lodge. Wherever the original Hank is, I hope he’s enjoying his new body just as much as I'm enjoying his!

Frank Xuěman:

What was I doing after I swapped? Freezing my fucking balls off!

Whoever had the bright idea to have a bunch of frat guys streaking through town in the snow needs a good whack on the head. It’s because of the that I found myself without a stitch of clothing, in the middle of town, running barefoot through the snow!

I was perfectly content spending my evening with a good book, a warm drink, and more importantly in the privacy of my own home! So waking up as a barechested frat boy running through the snow was an immediate wakeup call to my new situation. I was so confused! I had no way of knowing right away that I wasn’t the only one to have swapped. Instead I thought I was living a live nightmare of sorts. It’s not like the guy I turned into was carrying his phone, ID, or wallet with him. Nothing to explain who I was or tell me that the world was experiencing the same. 

My first goal to figure any of this out was to find clothing.  Now I had no idea what I looked like in the face department, but the body I now had was considerably muscular. So I imagined that I could find help a lot easier than in my average body. Not that I was particularly unattractive… It’s just I was one basic Chinese American guy in my apartment complex of average Asian guys. I’m really not used to standing out. 

However, now was different. As I ran through piles of snow and found myself walking past buildings I noticed just how different this body was to mine. Walking and running took a second to get used to. I was maybe about a foot taller than usual and seeing the world from a new vantage point. And these huge feet I now used had me tripping over myself half the time. Luckily with how strong this guy seemed, I was able to catch myself before doing any real damage. And with my longer arms I even  managed to snag a scarf to cover up the bare minimum on my journey into town.

Lucky for me once I found more buildings, it didn’t take long for me to get help. 

I saw a couple who owned a local bar in town about to close their doors when I waved them down.

Needless to say, they were both surprised see a buff man in the buff waving at them. However, once I explained my situation they surprisingly believed me.

Turns out they were swapped too. The bearded burly man was actually the petite brunette with teal highlights in her hair and vice versa. The couple had apparently swapped and explained to me that the Great Shift had swapped everyone else in the area.

Without any way of knowing who I was without ID or clothing, they agreed to let me stay in the bar to warm up. I was glad they were so kind, and as I shared a few drinks with them we all got to know each other. Turns out they also were fans of the same video games I liked, read a few of the same books I was into, and… like me they were both bisexual.  And like me... they couldn't help but look at my new body when we were inside.

Well once the snow storm outside picked up, we stayed in their bar and adjoining apartment for longer and longer. And well… one thing led to another and it turns out I’m in a throuple now. Me, Melissa, and Clark are adjusting well to the weather and the shift. Clark and I are helping Melissa learn to operate her new male equipment. Melissa and I helped Clark embrace his new feminine form. And together those two helped me accept my new body and my new role in the relationship. 

Now my nights end with me flexing in bed as my two loves of my life kiss my cheeks. So my journey may have started with freezing my balls off, but I think that’s a small price to pay for finding love in my new body. 

Conner Goncalves:

You know I used to have a lot of trouble shoveling snow, but now it’s practically nothing now that I’m doing it everyday. I suppose having a pretty strong body helps too. It’s really helping me appreciate the winter season just a bit more everyday. 

Before I was never a fan of the winter months. I always got so cold every time the sun would set or the wind would blow. I guess that’s to be expected when you were as small and smooth as me. I’m practically a certified twink. Or at least… I was. 

See, as a little Latino guy in his early 20s I wasn’t super… open about my sexuality. I wasn’t exactly closeted, but I was always afraid to really express myself. I had gone on a few dates, but they never amounted to much when they weren’t exactly interested in anything more than pounding my lithe Latin booty. Chad Hectors was the worst. He was so cocky thinking he was god’s gift to man. Just because he hit the gym once a week, had cute dimples, and blond curly hair. 

However, after the Shift things appear to be going in the opposite direction. 

I woke up laying down in the snow, shovel in my hand, and sweating pretty deeply when the Shift hit. I was luckily in a nice little neighborhood and surrounded by equally confused individuals. 

It didn’t take long for us all to realize we had swapped bodies. We did our best to shovel the rest of snow on the roads and walkways, since emergency vehicles were on their way to help out others put into distress by the Shift. Not that I minded. I’d never felt so strong before. Using that shovel to plow snow out of the way got me an amazing pump. It’s an amazing feeling realizing just how muscular you are through a long sleeved shirt, before even having seen your new body. 

A few guys shoveling beside me even paid me a few compliments.

“Looks like you got one of the most jacked guys here.” “A bit easy on the eyes too.” “You single?” 

It felt like heaven! The only thing that was amiss, was feeling unseasonably warm as I worked. 

When the work was done, one of the unshifted guys offered his home to anyone who needed shelter from the cold. I gladly took him up on the offer, both eager to rest and check out my new body.

And I wasn’t disappointed. 

Turns out I was getting so warm outside because this guy is super hairy beneath all those clothes. My arms, legs, chest, and face have a thick coating of dark hair that’s growing more and more by the day. Even my eyebrows are so big and bushy. As a naturally smooth guy with thin eyebrows this entire body screamed hairy sasquatch in the snow. Especially when I felt how big my new hairy feet were. They were almost twice the size of my old feet and those little tufts of hair on each toe made me feel like a hobbit!

I’ll admit, I spent a little too much time in the bathroom that first night just looking at my new body. But can you blame me? I’m such a hottie! Flexing, smiling, and even saying the most unhinged things in my new voice had me hard as a rock. 

You’d think I was living the dream right? I’d wake up, help shovel some snow, get to know my new neighbors, and enjoy my body right? Well, that’s only partly true. Sure helping out my new neighborhood was nice. Same for all the attention! But there was a small problem.

All the guys here kept begging me to top them! They kept wanting me to use my new dick, which admittedly was very large, to fill their new bodies! Only problem is that I’m still firmly a bottom. I have no intention of using my new dick for that. Instead I want my new booty filled with someone as eager to explore it as I am. 

A few days ago, one of my former hook ups Chad Hectors somehow got my new number. Turns out he got shifted into my old body. He’s been sending me hot pictures of my former self shirtless and at the gym. Now he keeps asking me when I’m gonna come back to visit because he wants to fuck me with my old dick!

The guy is a complete ego show, but the idea of having my old cock penetrate me like that has gotten me so turned on! Do I wanna maintain my pride for finding a nice guy… or give that guy the satisfaction and give in? Maybe once visit wouldn’t hurt. 

[nonotnolan]

Open Schedule

Every few weeks, I make an effort to travel the two hours out west to enjoy the summer beach weather. It's not the sort of expense I can justify on a weekly basis, but it's a nice way to disconnect from the stress of modern life for a weekend.

And let's be honest, the best part of the beach is the eye candy. I certainly don't travel this far away for the swimming, I'll tell you that much. Just look at this guy-- we don't have men like that back home, that's for sure.

Seriously, look at this guy. I can't imagine how much sunscreen he needed to avoid getting burnt to a crisp, but I'm grateful his chest is on full display. Apparently he's getting some photos for Instagram or something-- he poses for several photos that his friend takes for him, and once he's satisfied, they walk back over to the shoreline.

The red head and his friend set up their towels near me, and I'm thankful for the chance for further eye candy. I'm especially thankful for the short inseam on his swimsuit that complements his tight ass. I'm a little surprised neither of them are hitting on any of the bikini blondes nearby until I see them exchange a kiss. Not his friend, then.

Good for them! It does make me feel a bit awkward, though. Straight guys seldom notice when you're ogling them at the beach-- they're too busy trying to catch the eyes of some chick with big tits. Gay men, though... I swear the hot ones know who is just looking at their physique, and who is actually checking them out. Hopefully he was more flattered than offended.

I left before they did, and I had honestly forgotten about them until they saw me walking past one of the outdoor cafes. "Well, look who it is. We were hoping to run into you! Come on over here, dude. You left before we had a chance to talk." I look over to find the two of them sitting close together, the red head with a possessive arm around his boyfriend-- his husband, I correct myself, noticing the ring.

"Nothing bad," he added, seeing the look on my face. "Alec here noticed you were checking me out, so I thought you might be open to our... proposition," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "If that sounds like a good time, why don't you take a seat?" I could hardly believe my ears. I wasn't normally big on couple play, but for these two, I would make an exception.

"My name is Mike, and this is my husband Alec," he said, hugging his partner for emphasis. "We've got a fully open relationship. A mostly open relationship," he added, after his husband nudged him. "Alec here is an insatiable top, but I'm more of a side. We try to find people who are open to messing around so that we both have our sexual needs met." I nodded, adjusting to this new information. Mike was the ginger beefcake with broad shoulders, but Alec was still very attractive-- and willing, which was also a huge plus, given how often guys back home would ghost me.

I nodded my head a few times, trying to play it cool "I mean... yeah, I'd be down for that. If you're a side, does that mean you'll be in the room watching us, or...?"

"Well, that's the catch," Alec said, crossing his fingers as he leaned in closer to me. "I don't mind having a open relationship, but having sex with other men feels like a violation of marriage. Mike here wants to make sure both of us have our needs met, so the compromise is that you and Mike would swap bodies. I'm only ever having sex with one man, technically, and he can have as many bate buddies as he can find."

"I like how you just assumed that I would have a Swapper," I said, chuckling to myself. The technology exploded onto the college campus scene a few years ago, and it didn't take very long for it to sweep through the queer community. "Mine's not jailbreaked, so we'll be stuck with the 12 hour limit. Which... is that good, or did you want to schedule it for less time than that?"

"Twelve hours is fine by me," Mike said. "I want to give myself time to find someone in your body without worrying about the deadline. You don't have, like, brunch plans or anything, do you?"

I shook my head. "Nah, I didn't make any travel plans for this weekend, I've got an open schedule. Which... wherever you wanna do the swap, that's fine. I'm not worried about witnesses, but I do want to trade safety photos."

Honestly, it was less that I wanted safety photos, and more that I wanted an excuse to have more photos of this man for later. I really wasn't worried about the possibility of Mike giving away his muscled body to permanently steal my average dad bod, and since I wasn't a local resident, there really wasn't much he could do in the way of defamation or slander. They probably appreciated the photo trade, however.

I still couldn't believe my luck as I watched my real body walk over to my car, using my phone to try out his luck with online hookups. Apparently there was an entire community of Sides where they could arrange low stakes makeout sessions with each other, which-- more power to them. I flexed Mike's body, watching my body surge with masculine strength. I absolutely would have started to grope myself if we hadn't been in public.

"Well, then," I said, wrapping an arm around Alec and pulling him close. "you've got until 7am to ravage this tight ass, and whatever else you've daydreamed about. Did you have an itinerary in mind, or did you just want to head back to your bedroom and go from there? I don't expect 12 hours of non-stop fucking, I promise."

He smiled at me, and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "That puts you in the top 10% of third wheels already," he said, leaning in closer. "Do you mind if we go shopping? Mike hates trying on new clothes, so you'd be doing me a favor on top of getting to look at yourself in the mirror."

I responded by leaning over and kissing him full on the lips. I couldn't help but chuckle as I felt his entire body tense up before slowly relaxing into the kiss. The longer we made out, the more I could feel my new equipment stiffen with excitement, and it was taking all of my willpower not to grind my manhood against his thigh.

"Okay, we should probably stop here before we get arrested for indecent exposure on the beach," I said, pulling away. "Once I get going, I'm not gonna want to stop. So, uhhh... whatever shopping you want to do, lead the way."

Alec was an attentive husband for the evening, leading me up and down various shops on the beachfront. I followed his lead, dutifully trying on anything he picked out, and making a few suggestions of my own. Playing the role of dress-up doll was incredibly arousing, and I enjoyed the time spent in the dressing rooms. Mike's body really was incredible, and I loved seeing the pec cleavage this body displayed whenever I kept something unbuttoned. The boxer briefs I was wearing must have drank a gallon of precum by the time we were done, but I didn't want to rub one out in a bathroom somewhere and risk my performance later that night. As long as it didn't soak through into my jeans, that's all that mattered.

Once we had finished the circuit of beachfront shopping, Alec escorted me back to their mid-rise condo unit. We spent some time out on the balcony, and we actually had a nice conversation prior to the main event. Once he leaned over to kiss me, it didn't take long before we were back inside and stripping naked. I had already previewed Mike's dick in the dressing rooms, but seeing Alec's massive cock took my breath away. It had to be at least ten inches, and the thickest tool I'd seen outside of porn. It was little wonder the man was an insatiable top.

To my relief, he was also skilled at using it, and the two of us enjoyed one hell of a night. It was one of the most intense hookups I had ever had, and I was very grateful that my current body came pre-stretched. I wasn't sure how much aftercare Alec would want, since I was technically a stranger, but I found myself cuddling him as we drifted to sleep. Lying in bed, with Alec resting his head on my chest, was an amazing end to my Swapper experience.

I woke up in my own body, completely naked atop a crumpled mess of bedsheets still damp with sweat. I hadn't actually thought this far ahead, so I'm glad Mike found someone willing to let him spend the night. I scratched absentmindedly at my stomach as I collected my bearings, which is how I noticed the layer of dried cum all over my chest hair. A fair trade, especially given how sore Mike's ass must have been after the night we had. I grabbed my clothes, waving awkwardly at the stranger next to me before leaving his apartment. As I scanned the unfamiliar parking lot for my car, I heard a series of pings on my phone. It was a text message and a selfie from Mike.

"Thanks again for agreeing to the swap, man. I had a lot of fun in your body-- Bears are a hot commodity in the circles I run in, so believe me when I say you were in high demand. Plus Alec keeps talking about how he had a great time with you last night. So... are you local? We'd love to do this again."

The thought of being in control of that hot ginger hunk again had me very excited. The fact that all three of us enjoyed the swap? It made it that much better. The thought of having a body that Mike wanted was unreal. I tried to make sure my reply sounded calm, without being too cold. "I'm not local, but I am within 50 miles. I'll have to check my schedule, but most of my weekends are pretty open. Next Saturday?" I couldn't help but smile. I had a feeling that I'd be making a lot more trips out to the beach this year.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Mmmmm love a mutually beneficial relationship like this. Everyone wins!

[menofcolorswitchbodiesagain]

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”

Said the headline of the newspaper of the paper on the kitchen table.  

‘’What a joke!’’

 This is my fourth house in two days and still, nobody has even a clue who I am and where I will strike next. The cops are such idiots that I feel almost sorry for them, almost. My “business plan” is quite simple I break into the homes of rich people in daylight because those rich bastards are by then all gone, to their work. 

‘’Now what do we got here?’’

I opened the drawer and pulled out a golden necklace with some weird mask. 

‘’Looks like an antique, I could sell this shit easily to some pawnshop only the weight in gold could be worth a lot! Hahaha, this is a good day everything goes as planned just how I like it.’’

‘’What are you doing in my house?!’’

A tall muscular man had caught me in the middle of my work, he had seen my face what was I going to do? He had a gun in his hand holding me at gunpoint.

‘’Oh is this your house I thought it was my house you know how al these homes look like on another, right?’’

‘’Stop this nonsense and put down my properties especially that necklace! I have already called the cops they are already on their way I fought you would eventually end up here. Boy, it’s time for you to learn you have to work hard for your money instead of stealing it from others! Now take that necklace of this is your last chance!’’

‘’You’re really attached to this old crap aren’t you huh, I grinned. Sorry sugar daddy but not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you! I wish you could see how it is on the other side of the tracks, wondering if you would still act like such a big guy! The necklace started to glow with a strange bright glow and then there was a flash.’’

‘’NO STOP YOU IDIOT…’’

…

‘’Ugh, my head! What happened, how long was I out?!’’

I pulled my hands to my throat. Wait what’s wrong with my voice it’s so deep! I tried to stand up I felt so heavy did that flash made me nuts? I walked towards a mirror but instead of my own reflection, it was… 

It was him, that musclebound sugar daddy!

''Holy shit, and that insane necklace!''

I’d always wondered what life was like on his side of the tracks… and now I am him. Those biceps—massive. I could feel the coarse grey hairs on my face.

I flexed these new arms, watching the muscles rise and fall, a giddy thrill running through me. My pulse quickened, a strange mix of shock and excitement. I couldn’t help but grin, almost trembling as I took in the reflection: a short but devastatingly handsome, beefy man staring back. Thick arms. Solid chest. All of it on display for my personal pleasure.

''Hmm… hmm… hmmmmm.''

“This is straight-up Freaky Friday, bruh…” If I’m in his body, then where...''

‘’Oooh… M-must ‘a B-blacked out, feel so… so… No, no. no this can’t be! What have you done to me you thief I’m in your body! I’m Richard Ford, not some criminal! I have to have to restore this. The necklace provides only one wish per customer! I will make you pay for this kid after this is over!’’

 ’'I wish I was Richard Ford again!“

’'No, you won’t, gimme that!” I shouted and gripped the necklace and pulled it off his neck and pushed him against the wall with my new body’s strength.

 ’'Huh? I-I’m still you! But why…?“ My old self yelled while I hold him down with one hand while holding the necklace with the other. 

‘’Hey, I get it it’s like you said the necklace provides only one wish per customer, and ’'my body” already made his wish but I with Richard Ford’s body didn’t! HAHAHAHAHA not so smart now right huh? I'm the big man now! I'm huge. I have such huge muscles!''

“Make your wish you punk, switch us back!’' 

’'Haha, not a chance I’m giving up this wealthy lifestyle! Besides, an extra bit of arm strength will come in handy."

’'You don’t leave me a choice, this will hurt you more than me!” Richard said and then he kicked my fucking balls! 

“AAAAAAHHH you piece of shit!” I fell to my knees, “Yeesh you smashed my balls bro Uuugggghhh Shhit!’' 

*click* 

I turned around and saw my old body with Mr. Ford in it holding me at gunpoint.

’'Don’t worry asshole you won’t have to carry MY damn balls anymore! Now last chance to make your wish and switch us back!’' 

’'Alright alright don’t shoot! I will make that stupid wish.” I heard police cars approaching. 

“What are you waiting for know?! Do it NOW!’' 

’'I wish…”

“Police open the door!’' 

’'I wish… I wish I got ALL your knowledge and you got mine!’' 

’'You little R….!’' 

The necklace started to glow and the room was lighted up by a flash again.

The Police busted into the kitchen. ’'Police drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!’' 

’'Are you alright Mr. Ford you called?” A cop asked me. 

“Yes, I’m feeling fine just a little dizzy. This street rat tried to rob me I think he is the one who did all those burglaries in the neighborhoods lately.”  

The cops had already handcuffed the real Richard in my body.

 ‘’No, he is lying I’m Richard Ford not him’!’

 ’'What a joke if you are Richard Ford what is my birthdate huh? I asked the old Ford. 

“Uhm it’s… I don’t remember!’' 

How much can I lift? Oh, but if you are ’'Mr. Ford” you should know what my favorite cheat meal is right?

 ’'I…I don’t remember anything’’… “

‘’255 to 275 lbs and fresh cream cheesecake with blueberries”, I answered with a smile on my handsome face.’’  Crazy, how I now had acces to all of Ford's memories and skills!

“Officers, please, believe me! He used that necklace over there to switch our bodies, and then he stole all my knowledge including everything I know about myself!”

“But of course, never heard this excuse from a suspect they sure get weirder by the day if you asked me”. Said a cop when they took Richard into custody. 

...

A few months passed and I’m living my new jet-set-life went smoothly and was kicking my (legal) job with Ford’s knowledge and money I could do anything, I even maintained my amazing physique. I looked at the paper at the dinner table… 

“Burglar who terrorized neighborhoods has been convicted 20 YEARS in prison!’’

It just like I told you sugar daddy not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you were! I guess not such a big guy after all. 

’'It’s a good day just how I like it, now let’s get back to work.”

THE END

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks

Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks“Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.”Sai

[thegreatstoryteller]

Oooof a reversal like this is always intriguing. Guilty pleasure for sure. Love this swap.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Best Gift is Revenge

It had been a tough year for Bobby. He had hoped his first year at college would have gone smoothly. The home to higher education was supposed to be a new start to finding out what else life had in store for him… but instead it was more of the same.

It started with Max Madden. His new roommate. Apparently he was a hot shot football player on the team who was more famous for all the girls he’d flirt with than his actual skill. Before they met Bobby thought they’d get along. While he was quite nerdy and not exactly fit, Bobby was an avid football fan. However, Max didn’t see it that way. The guy was too concerned with looking hot and partying, that all he saw in Bobby was a nerd he could push around.

“Hey why don’t you head out and give my lady and I some privacy.” “Runt! You’re not doing anything right? Finish my paper!” “Did you touch my secret stash of booze?! I swear pipsqueak, you don’t touch my shit!”

And that's what life up till December had been like.

Bobby did his best to hide from Max all semester! With Christmas break fast approaching, all he wished for was a chance for his roommate and all his bully friends to get what was coming to them! 

And someone was listening. Perhaps not the kind hearted winter spirit of Santa, but someone who was close enough. 

The day he was about to leave for Winter break, Bobby found something on his bed. A small vial with a small note.

“Merry Christmas. Hope you get everything you want this season.” - S

Bobby had no idea who this was. His room was locked! Max had already gone home for the holidays! But he felt… drawn in by the vial. It smelled of peppermint and chocolate… It couldn’t be that bad right?

He decided to drink it and savored its sweet flavor. Then all of a sudden he got drowsy and fell to his bed. 

The scrawny man began to dream. Visions of himself flooded his mind. Different roads taken in life… leading to different  outcomes… different futures. The idea of revenge still pulsed in his heart and one vision grew larger than the others. 

He could see himself… on a football field. But not a normal nerdy frame. The man before him had no pimples. No glasses. Just a chiseled jaw. Manly stubble. And a body built to dominate anyone on the field!

Then as soon as the dream had started! He awoke. No longer seeing the big buff version of himself. Just the average scrawny nerd Max and his cronies loved to torment.

From that point on Bobby went about his winter break. Not realizing that slowly but surely his body was growing. Christmas and New Year passed, and with each passing day he was getting bigger. An inch one week. 3 lbs of muscle another week!

By the time he returned to campus he was feeling more confident in himself. The Christmas clothing his family had gotten him now tight!

Max who normally towered over Bobby by almost a foot… suddenly seemed less daunting. The bully was a large 6’4 and shredded with handsome muscle. Yet, his snide remarks, rude speech, and crude actions weren’t getting to him. 

Instead everyday Bobby was feeling stronger. More empowered. Both internally but outwardly.

“Hey Bobby! You been working out?”

“Busy later Bobby? Maybe we can toss the ball around sometime.” “You’re looking handsome Bobby. Doing anything later?”

All of these and more surrounded Bobby filing him with the pride that was once reserved for Max!

One day Bobby looked in the mirror and smiled. His facial hair was coming in nice… and his body was bulking up? That couldn’t be possible… Yet here he was.

It was that same day that he agreed to become the equipment manager for the Football team. The coach even made a few jokes saying that it looked like he belonged on the team and asked Bobby to do tryouts next semester.

That’s when the big changes kept happening. 

Max would run into Bobby cleaning the weight lifting equipment! He’d try to shove the weak ass weights away from Bobby, only to find that the weights were too heavy! Instead Bobby simply smiled and moved the large 300lbs worth of weight easily away with one hand!

When they were back in their dorm room Max would make fun of Bobby’s puny feet and lame shoes! Then one day Bobby came back with big black feet that overtook Max’s size 12s by several sizes! Now it was Max’s shoes that looked puny by comparison. 

It all came to a boil when summer break was coming up! All the athletes were getting hyped, both for summer training and loads of parties! Max and his group of bullies were cruising the beach party scene at the local frat! This is usually when he’d have all the ladies begging for his attention. But that never happened instead. Everyone seemed to be flocking around a handsome new comer with a familiar face. 

Bobby was there! Shirtless! Showing off his ripped bod! He had abs for days! Bulked biceps! And his face now was outlined by a neat layer of stubble.

When Bobby saw Max enter the party and adjust his sunglasses he couldn’t help but approach his roommate.

“How’s it going Max? Enjoying the party?” Bobby leaned down with a smirk. His voice dripping with a low baritone and cockiness.

“What the- Bobby?! How the hell am I looking up at your scrawny ass!” Max yelled.

“Right? I’m getting used to it too. Turns out being 6’8 does that to a guy. Well. 6’8 for now. The doctors says my growth spurt is still coming.” Bobby shrugged his wide shoulders.

“Doesn’t matter how big you get, you’re still the a nerdy little punk deep down.” Max said attempting to shove Bobby back. Only… now his relatively large hands were meeting  resistance. His athletic push didn’t stand a chance against Bobby’s wall of pectoral muscles! Every shove. Every push! It was less than a tickle to Bobby’s new strength. 

Max’s group of bullies began to laugh at their leader for what looked like groping the biggest guy at the party’s pecs!

“Easy roomie. If you wanted to feel my muscles. You just had to ask. 

Bobby flexed! Bringing only more attention to their corner of the party! 

Max stormed off! Not wanting to be embarrassed further! But only managed to slip and fall against the beach’s waves!

It was the bully’s turn to dread seeing his roommate again.

He thought by the time the new school year had started that he’d be free of who most girls were calling “Big Bobby”. Though once again he was sorely mistaken.

The first day of football practice there was a big 7 foot tall wall of muscle smiling down at him. Bobby had made the football team!

The rest of the semester wouldn’t have Max as the team captain. It’d be Bobby! There wouldn’t be cheerleaders throwing themselves at Max anymore. Men and women alike now preferred Bobby! And when the NFL scouts would be coming to their games, they wouldn’t even notice Max! All eyes would be on Bobby!

At the end of that football season, Bobby would have exactly what he wanted and more. He couldn’t wait to see what the rest of his future had in store. Though he had a feeling it would involve the NFL very soon. 

[bizzhideaway]

The Jersey that Made Him

My gift for @thegreatstoryteller as part of his annual story exchange

Jay and his boyfriend Miles had been dating awhile and with Christmas arriving neither could figure out what to get each other. Neither were huge sports fans but Miles knew how much Jay loved some of the players in the NFL, especially the bigger guys. 

Miles started to look for some of the players that Jay had been lusting after the most and was looking at getting him a jersey. He figured it would be a nice surprise for him to open on Christmas Day. The one thing is the two never spent Christmas together. They would go their separate ways to spend time with their own families. It was something that both loved getting to do since Christmas was important to them.

After some spying on Jay’s searches online…Miles came across the player he seemed to be the most focused on, Spencer Brown, of the Buffalo Bills. He was impressive even to Miles seeing Spencer stood 6’8” and weighed in at 311 pounds. Once he saw that he knew it would be the perfect gift for Jay to get him a Spencer jersey.

Miles set out to find a jersey for Jay but finding one for Spencer was really tough. He wasn’t a super popular player so most sites didn’t stock his jersey and ordering a custom one would take too long to make sure that Jay could take the gift with him on his trip. So Miles kept searching to figure out a way to get Jay the jersey he would love. 

While searching online Miles came across a site he hadn’t seen before. It was offering a unique gift that would be there in time for Jay to leave on his trip. As Miles was looking more into the site he started to see some weird reviews about transformations and the best gifts ever. He thought that was odd and so reached out with questions. Turns out he stumbled across a site that did offer the most unique gifts it could…by transforming the gift giver into the requested item for a set amount of time. 

Miles sat there staring at the response and wondering if this could actually be true. How could some random website transform someone into an item to be given as a gift. Miles decided to keep searching for a jersey but something made him bookmark the website.

Over the next few days Miles kept up the search but was striking out, and occasionally he would find himself back on that website. The more he thought about it…the more it interested him. Miles really would like to spend the holiday with Jay but his job wouldn’t allow it. He just told Jay he was going to spend Christmas with his family but in honesty his job denied his vacation so he was going to work. He knew if he told Jay about it that Jay would then skip Christmas to spend time with him so he lied.

Miles started to set the plan into motion. He contacted the site and they arranged a meeting place for it to happen. Jay thought Miles was leaving for his vacation so the two said goodbye to each other and Miles headed out. Only he wasn’t going to the airport but rather to a shop in town to be changed. Jay seemed sad to say goodbye but this is what he agreed to. 

Once at the shop Miles talked to the person about his plan. He wanted to become a Spencer Brown jersey for Christmas weekend so Jay could wear him for the Bills game on the 28th. The person had him fill out a card with a personal message and then explained how it would work. 

After writing Jay a sweet message Miles was led to a room that has what looks like a tanning bed in it. They explained how the process would work and that once it was done he would be boxed up and delivered to Jay. Miles nods and strips down covering himself before laying down on the bed. The person smiles at him and tells him the change would last for a week until Jay is back home and he will feel everything. Finally with a quick motion the person brought down the top of the bed. Steam started to shoot from the bed as a hissing sound was produced as Miles let out a scream which turned to a moan. The steam was so hot on him that he felt like his body was melting. He slowly started to change, getting flatter until a beep was heard and the pressure he was feeling released. 

Miles went to talk but found he couldn’t move or talk. The person reached in and grabbed him, lifting him up. He then shook him out and smiled. “Well you turned out perfect…I am sure your boyfriend will love you for the week.”

Miles felt a rush of air through him as he was carried to another room where a box was waiting for him. The worker then carefully folded up Miles and put him in the box. What Miles didn’t see was another note sitting in the bottom of the box below him. His note is then placed on top of him followed by tissue paper and then darkness. 

The box was tossed around as it was carried to Jay and Miles' apartment. He was left on the doorstep after hearing a knock. Soon he felt more movement and heard through the box “Oh wow Miles really did send a gift. I can’t wait until Christmas to see what he got me” Jay said.

Jay finished packing up his stuff and then placing Miles’ gift on top of the suitcase, not realizing he was actually packing up his boyfriend with him. Soon the two were headed to the airport where Miles would be checked into the luggage area with Jay’s other stuff. 

Once Jay arrived at his family’s place, Miles could hear talking but had no idea what was being said by Jay’s family as the box was carried through the house until he was put under the tree like any other gift. 

The waiting was painful for Miles just waiting in a box but he knew the wait would be worth it to see the excitement on Jay’s face. 

Finally Christmas morning arrived and Jay ripped into the gift. Miles finally saw light again as Jay opened the box. The look of surprise on his face was something Miles didn’t expect. Jay was grinning so big as he read the sweet note from Miles. “Oh man…he knew the player I like and got me a jersey…but why is it so big?” Jay said holding up Miles. Instead of a Medium sized jersey…Miles had been turned into a size XXL jersey. 

Jay then looked in the box again and saw another note that said open after putting on the jersey, but it did recommend he do it in private. Miles felt his boyfriends hands holding him before heading to his room to put on the jersey. 

Miles was so excited to feel Jay pull him on and the time was finally coming. Jay stripped off his shirt and grabbed the jersey and started to pull it on. Being an XXL the jersey hung on Jay like a dress would. Miles felt the warmth of Jay’s body and loved it after having spent days in the box. Jay rubbed the jersey against his skin loving it…but wondering why Miles would get him such a large size.

As Jay checked out himself in the mirror he felt a warmth suddenly start radiating from the jersey. He was so confused but what got more confusing was his hands. They suddenly started to grow in size. His fingers got longer and thicker as his hand and wrist also started to grow. The feeling then kept working up his arm as his once skinny arm started to swell with muscles. He felt his bicep suddenly starting to stretch the arm of the jersey. He was so confused seeing one massive arm on his form. That is when the change started on his other arm matching the first. 

Once both arms were changed…Jay felt his chest start to warm. The jersey started to become tight across him as his pecs started to pack on muscle. He could see the jersey now hanging different as his massive pecs pushed it away from his body. The warmth he was feeling kept spreading through his body. His once flat stomach swelled out some with muscle and fat. His feet suddenly swelling as well with his socks straining until they ripped revealing massive size 18 feet! Jay felt his legs also starting to warm as muscle kept packing onto them. He was so confused seeing his reflection as the jersey mostly was fitting better…but still was ridiculously long. That is when Jay felt his legs starting to ache like he was going through growing pains. That is when he noticed his view changing as the floor was getting further away from his head. His body is now going from 5’5” to a massive 6’8”. Jay stood there in disbelief as he saw his form being massive now in the mirror. It looked so weird seeing his head on this massive body…but that is when his face started to change. It was shifting as his hair lightened into a blonde color. He stood there blinking several times as his eyes adjusted until he recognized the person in the mirror…it was Spencer Brown. Jay was shocked at this. “Huh what just happened to me?” he said in a much deeper voice as he looked himself over seeing the jersey was now fitting him tightly. 

Jay then remembered the second note and lumbered his way over to his bed…which now would seem way too small for his body. Confused still he grabbed the letter in his massive hands and tore it open to read it.

Jay you have likely already experienced the change that the jersey has brought you. You see this isn’t any ordinary jersey but is actually your boyfriend Miles. He had himself turned into a jersey to spend the holiday with you and well we figured would add some special magic to it. Now you are Spencer Brown…all 6’8” and 311 pounds of him. 

Miles will be your jersey through the game this weekend where you will be playing. And don’t worry you will know Spencer’s position when you put on the jockstrap that is laying on your bed. 

Once the game is over…you will have a choice to make…to take off Miles and you both transform back into yourselves…or you can remain Spencer and keep wearing Miles. He signed the contract and gave up his form to your decision so the decision is left up to you. Now enjoy the next few days as Spencer Brown and don’t worry to your family you didn’t end up coming home this year and they have no idea. 

Jay stood there in shock reading over the letter over and over again. What he didn’t realize while reading the note was that his room around him had shifted. Instead of being inside his childhood room he was now in Spencer’s massive bedroom inside his home in Buffalo. 

Jay then looked around and gasped seeing the changes around him. “Whoa…is this for real? Miles, is this really you?” he said, rubbing the jersey that was now clinging to his body. He didn’t know if his boyfriend could respond to him…but for some weird reason he felt a warmth. 

He then noticed the XXL jockstrap laying there on the bed. He grabbed it and before even thinking pulled it on. That sent a shock through him as his brain started to get filled with knowledge of football. That is when Jay realized that the jockstrap was Spencer…and he was also wearing him. That is when he felt his new massive dick start to swell realizing he was Spencer Brown the Buffalo Bills Offensive Tackle…and this Christmas was going to be one to remember.

Jay now Spencer spent the days following Christmas wearing Miles when he was home and getting ready for the game. He figured he would make the decision after the game…and honestly if this is what Miles wanted…maybe staying this way would work out. 

[thegreatstoryteller]

Merry Christmas indeed! Thank you for the story!

[thegreatstoryteller]

Getting in the Christmas Spirit

Merry Christmas @bizzhideaway! Hope you enjoy finding the Holiday Spirit and all the fun changes it brings.

It was Christmas time in New York! The weather was cold, the lights were bright, and one man wasn't feeling the Christmas cheer this year.

Bryce sighed in the cool breeze, looking on at the city that never sleeps as his brown hair tousled in the wind. He had hoped that by the time this Christmas season came, he'd be in brighter spirits. Tis the season after all. However, the further into winter he found himself in, the more he was just feeling down. Despite being 5’11, he’d never felt lower. 

He knew he needed a change of perspective, that’s why he came to New York after all. It was supposed to be the perfect winter vacation to shake things up. To really bring about change. But still nothing. No amount of handsome athlete sightings or broadway musical bliss could seem to help. He still knew he needed that change. And so did  a certain someone nearby. 

There are many spirits of Christmas in the world. Some embody the holly jolly man in red we know as Santa, subtly giving gifts to those who were nice. Then there were Tricksters. Those with limitless magical ability, but often used their gifts to play transformative games with those they’d deemed entertaining.

A Trickster Santa would ensure those who weren’t feeling the Christmas spirit would learn to appreciate it, in one way or another!

"I just wish I could enjoy the holidays this year. Between work and this restricting weather, it's hard to be anything but miserable this time of year." Bryce found himself saying before calling it a day. 

Bryce went to bed that night hoping for a change. And the next morning he would certainly find it. 

That night Bryce dreamed.

He could hear a whisper on the wind. "You will certainly enjoy the Christmas season this year. If not in this life. Then another."

“Who said that?” Bryce thought, his words echoing in his dream-like state.

“I am here to give you your presents this year. I know you have worked so hard to support others in your life. So perhaps it’s time you see the direct benefit your support has on others.” The trickster’s voice replied. 

Then it felt as if his body was light... made of air! He felt himself drifting up from his bed and through the roof. Soaring through the skies of New York as if the breeze himself was carrying him elsewhere. This was more than a dream!

He soared right into another nearby neighborhood. A modest home, with a tree, presents, and smoldering fireplace.

“Where am I?: Bryce asked, still astonished by this surreal setting. 

"The best part of Christmas is the giving. Perhaps you will best learn this lesson, when YOU are the gift. " Echoed that strange voice. 

The world shifted around! And suddenly he was still. He was awake, but in darkness. How was that possible?

"Hey! Who wants to open the first present?" Came a voice.

"Give it to Jax! He's gonna love his gift!" Came another.

"Aw thanks guys." Came a notably more nerdy voice.

Then there was a blinding light as Bryce was staring up at a nerdy face that picked him up.

"Really guys?! You got me NFL socks! Are they autographed by Wyatt Teller!? You know I’m a huge Browns fan! You're the best!" Jax said holding up Bryce! 

It was at that moment Bryce realized why he felt so weird! He was the pair of socks! He could still see, feel, and think, but it was clear that he had become the perfect gift for this person on Christmas.

"Yeah! And not just any NFL socks. They're a special Christmas pair! Apparently worn by a huge NFL athlete before." 

"Yeah man! Try it on!" 

The others in the room encouraged.

That's when Bryce felt an unexpected sensation! He was being slid on the foot of this Jax guy! A feeling he never expected, yet it felt oddly good. Physically it felt like he was being stretched out! But there was a more wholesome feeling that felt as if he was helping someone... supporting someone.

Though the strange feelings didn't stop there. And not only for Bryce.

"Woah! These socks feel kinda funny." Jax remarked, the nerdy young man adjusting Bryce on his feet. 

"Woah! I think the magic is kicking in."

"That guy dressed like Santa wasn't kidding! He's really changing!"

Jax was experiencing quite a change. His entire body was growing before their very eyes as a holiday flurry of snow filled the room. His whole life was about to change! And of course it started with his feet.

The nerdy young man had a small size 6, but they were quickly swelling to sizes that would fill up Bryce's new socked form! His feet gained impressive size and strength allowing Bryce to feel like he was stretching to new limits! After he gained 10 sizes, the rest of Jax's body began to follow suit. His legs lengthened with power! His torso expanded and broadened. His arms grew immensely powerful and his face rearranged into that of a legend.

Bryce was now feeling what it was like to be worn by a pro NFL athlete! He was the ultimate athletic support!

The remaining clothing on Jax’s body were in tatters! But they quickly reformed into a full NFL football helmet, jersey, and pads!

"Holy Crap!" Jax boomed in his new voice. He sounded just like the NFL pro, he now was. He looked down and marveled at his big hands, new uniform, and skin tight socks that started it all.

"Yeah! The magic Santa was right!"

"We told him about our nerdy friend who could use a boost and he was right! He had the perfect present for you!"

Bryce could feel Jax lumbering around this now very small home! He towered over the once average sized furniture and architecture! He even could feel Jax bump his head against a door frame a few times to try and get to a room where he could see his reflection. 

Somehow Bryce could feel Jax's excitement. 

"I can't believe it I'm him! I’m Wyatt fucking Teller!" Jax exclaimed flexing in the mirror. Whatever clothing he had on previously, had disappeared! This jersey, this helmet, and these socks were now the only article of clothes Jax had that fit his new body. 

"Thank you so much! You're my new lucky pair of socks!" Jax said, lifting his massive foot into the reflection.

Bryce was already feeling on top of the world for multiple reasons. It was as if being stretched and used like this, was everything he ever wanted. Not to mention, Jax's new feet were beginning to build up quite the sweat along his cotton body. That liquid almost acting like alcohol and making him feel way too good!

Just as soon as the fun started, it was interrupted! Bryce felt himself lifted up and out of the sweaty socks he had become. Once more he was soaring out of this three person home and through the New York skies of Christmas morning. 

"Hey! What gives! I was having fun there!" Bryce complained to the bodiless voice! 

"You were! Though, that is not the only fun you can be having. A new change of scenery is in order. One I'm sure you'll be able to enjoy!" 

All of a sudden Bryce found himself racing through the New York skyline and towards Broadway of all places! With a sudden thump! He was grounded. Physical again! No longer a pair of socks! But now back to being human.

Though not just any human.

“Jonathan Groff?” Bryce said in his new voice as he stared at his reflection. This felt like another dream come true!

Taking a look around it definitely felt more like a dream! To his left and right were playbills, comfy furniture, and costumes! He was in a celebrity dressing room! And not just any kind of celebrity! The kind that only the leads of musicals get!  

Bryce felt like he was in heaven now! Afterall, knowing he was so close to the amazing musicals he'd love to see was a dream come true! But nerves still rattled him as he wondered just what on Earth he was doing there. He had to figure out more! Or at the very least savor this unique experience before he was whisked away to another life.

He decided to dress his new body and had fun putting together all the amazing clothes at Jonathan Groff’s disposal.

When he finally settled on an outfit he exited the dressing room to explore his surroundings further. He saw that this room led to a long hallway, where at the very end lights and music were coming through. When he turned the corner he realized that he was now in a large theater that has been repurposed into a Christmas party! Countless famous names were walking around, mingling, drinking, and having fun!

That's when he saw him in the distance! Jeremy Jordan!? What was he doing here? Besides being an amazing vocalist, actor, and dancer, Jeremy had always been known to Bryce as being super handsome! Could this be the reason he was here?

"You're Jeremy Jordan!?" Bryce exclaimed, as if needing to say it just to believe it himself. 

“Jonathan! Buddy! Did you start drinking without me? You’ve known me for years!” Jeremy laughed. 

“I have?” Bryce laughed in disbelief.

“Yeah! As long as you’ve been going to these Broadway Christmas parties.” Jeremy explained. “You my friend always make these things a hit.”

“Really?” Bryce blushed. “I… I haven’t really been in the holiday spirit recently. This year kinda had me feel… not like myself.”

“Well of course man. It hasn’t been the best year for plenty of us in the arts. I know guys who have been working auditions all year not getting a part. Or entire productions fall apart over time. But that’s what we’ve got events like this for.” Jeremy gestured to the crowd of celebrities, actors, and performers behind him. “We always get together on Christmas to remember what’s important. And that includes you man.”

Bryce felt touched. He was overwhelmed. Both with emotion over Jeremy’s words and the feeling of being in Jonathan Groff’s body. 

“From the look on your face, I’d say you’re starting to feel better. So how about you start us off with the first Christmas song of the day!” Jeremy said tossing him a microphone.

That is when fear crept in! Bryce hadn’t expected to be put on the spot to sing. His last transformation into socks didn’t exactly have any responsibilities. He had no idea if he had any of Jonathan Groff’s musical ability!

However, once the music started playing and the people gather around, something came over him. The words to every single Christmas song came to mind as he started to sing!

Beautiful melodies flowed from his lips and he delivered every lyric with Broadway precision! Once the first song was over he couldn’t resist singing more and more! Jeremy Jordan joined along with a sultry duet of Baby It’s Cold Outside! Aaron Tveit decided to sing with him too, as they performed Last Christmas! When Bryce was feeling especially sexy he took off his nicer jacket and began to sing Santa Baby!

By the time he finished, he was practically breathless! It was so exhilarating. Not only performing for a group of such musically famous people, but singing his heart out to show how much he appreciated celebrating the holidays and having fun. 

When the festivities died down, he took the moment to step off stage to get some water and much needed air. 

Bryce couldn't believe it. He just had his first big Broadway party! Potentially the first of many if he ended up staying in this body. Who knew that the likes of Jeremy Jordan and Aaron Tveit were so fun, not to mention flirty. It was great! Though… it did make him yearn for someone to hold during the holidays.

As he stumbled out of the party he heard a familiar voice once again.

"You seemed to enjoy this one quite a bit. Are you feeling the spirit of the season now?" The trickster of the season asked.

"Haha, well a bit. That was a lot of fun. Singing and dancing with guys I’ve admired so long… it was a dream come true… But there's something to spending the time you have with someone you care about. Those guys don’t know the real me. Thank you so much for all of these adventures. It’s been the best season ever! I'm just sorry I'm a lost cause."

"The final adventure perhaps will change your mind." The trickster’s sly voice said on the wind.

"What do you mean?" Bryce asked, expecting to be flung into a different form once more.

But there was no change. There was no response. 

Just a man talking to the cool evening breeze. Just like he was doing the previous day before his whole life was turned around.

"Oh my gosh! Are you that famous Broadway actor?" Came a deep voice.

Bryce turned around in time to feel the heavy familiar footsteps of Jax approaching him. Only now Bryce was looking at this massive football player not as socks, but a man.

"I am a huge fan Jonathan Groff! Mr. Groff? I... I know I don't look it, but I love your musicals. I have been meaning to see your show for so long." Jax was going into complete fan boy mode. A funny sight considering this 6'5 man of considerable size was practically shaking with excitement.

"Oh! Haha well, I'm a big fan of your work on the field. Glad we can appreciate each other's work." Bryce laughed, happy to see the big guy in person.

"I... I mean you're so popular you're probably busy. But my roommates and I were just about to head back to our apartment for Christmas dinner... Did you want to join us?" Jax offered. The big brute looking positively bashful. Despite his gigantic size, he still felt like the flustered nerd he always had been before

“You know… I think I’m actually free today. I’d love to spend more time with you big guy.” Bryce smiled, taking Jax’s large hand in his. Simply touching the large man brought back the tight sweaty sensation he experienced as his socks.

“Really! Ah! That’s incredible!” Jax was blushing hard now. “Um… Full disclosure. I know I look… well like a professional athlete, but… this isn’t really what I normally look like.”

“That’s alright Jax. I think you and I have a lot in common when it comes to that. Maybe you can tell me how it all happened on the way to your apartment.” Bryce gave a soft knowing smile, as he walked through the Wintery streets once more. Though this time, not alone. 

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift Halloween: Celebrities

Everyone knows about the chaos the Great Shift created! However, once the initial terror of the even that swapped over 90% of all people in the world settled down, life went on. There were quite a few individuals who were happy to enjoy their new forms, especially on nights like Halloween! And especially when the body they received in the shift was famous.

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The Football Player

Tucker was putting on the last of his costume before the big Halloween Party tonight. Tucker was proud of his original design and just how easily a standard costume could be accessorized on his larger frame to look sexy.  He smiled loving how the tight leather and fake metal felt against his imposing frame. And his desire stirred as he heard his beautiful fiance call for him in the next room! He couldn’t believe so much had changed from the first day of his swap

No one expects to be tackled when they first swap bodies. Unfortunately for Tucker that’s exactly what his first experience after the shift was like. He had never been so much as shoved before all this and yet here he was under the weight of 300 lb athlete with a confused expression. He would’ve sworn his delicate frame couldn’t handle this impact, and yet he realized it didn’t hurt all that much. When he got up he realized the world had changed!

Tuck had become Travis Kelce!

Before the Great Shift Tucker was just an average office worker in the fashion industry. He spent most of his days on a laptop entering numbers and most of his nights on his tablet sketching art for dresses he’d wish he could make. The most amount of outside activity he’d have was walking to and from his car.  His co workers often asked if he wanted to join their Fantasy Football league, but he’d always decline stating the “wasn’t really into football”. He was a lover not a fighter after all.

However, there was one thing Tucker would fight for. He was a die hard fan of Taylor Swift! As an out and proud gay man he was always the first of his friends to listen to her new albums. Even though he couldn’t afford her expensive concerts he was always excited to talk anyone’s ears off about how great her music was. Needless to say he was a Swifty who loved keeping up with that pop star. He was a little disappointed when he’d heard she was engaged to some meathead football player, but even he had to admit Travis Kelce was hot! A twink like him would only ever dream about what the most famous football player would look like with less clothes.

So when Tucker found himself stumbling to his feet in the middle of an NFL stadium and people started calling him Kelce… he knew he was in for a world of fun. Living out a gay man’s dream of examining a pro athlete up close and personal. Little did he know that this was just the tip of the iceberg. 

Tucker like many had an interesting relationship with his body. While he was gay in his original body, Travis was certainly straight. So when they swapped he managed to keep the best of both worlds and became bi! Suddenly he learned to appreciate Taylor Swift for more than just her music. And when it was revealed Taylor didn’t swap and had called off her engagement with the swapped Travis (who found himself in a nerdy college student), Tucker knew he had to shoot his shot.

Ever since then a new engagement had been called on. Tucker and Taylor were closer than Travis ever was to her. Not only did Tucker worship the ground she walked on, but his experience as a gay fashion designer meant he had lots of designs that Taylor could afford to bring into existence.  Taylor also was eager to take advantage of her fiance’s bisexuality at any turn she could.

“Hurry up Tucker!” Taylor called. “I don’t want to be late for tonight’s party. I hear the guy in JJ Watt’s body is interested in some fun with us if we hurry.”

Tucker smiled, getting excited at the thought of being  pinned between a handsome man and beautiful woman tonight! Today was going to be the best Halloween yet. 

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The King of the Campus

Life for Benito had been a whirlwind of change ever since the Great Shift. Before he was Benito Juarez, a guy starting college, getting used to dorm life, and trying to make friends despite being painfully nerdy and shy. He wasn’t one to stand out in a crowd being only 5’1 and he hadn’t even had a chance to come out to anyone in college yet. Then the shift came along and gave him the body of a celebrity sharing the same name. Benito Skinner.

One look in the mirror and he knew everything was gonna be different.  He’d gone from basic college student to an actor who was playing a college student on famous shows! Not only that but he was now a 31 year old stud compared to his nerdy young self. Benito soon learned that having a 6’1 body with some chiseled muscles, could give just about anyone confidence. Being a foot taller made him feel like he was at the top of the world. He was looking other guys in the eyes now… very handsome and recently swapped guys! Before long he had actually started to talk with a few people and make friends! His handsome features certainly made him popular with men and women alike in his college. 

He knew that Halloween had to be the day where he tested his boundaries. Tonight was going to be the night where he tried to actually go to a Halloween party.

Looking in the mirror he wondered if the laurel wreath crown was too much… he wondered if people would get the costume he was going for! He worried that people would see him for the nerd he truly was beneath this new handsome body he now had.

But he steeled himself. He wasn’t just nerdy Benito anymore! He would come out of his shell and try something new!

And so he did!

That night Bentio became a legend. He was the life of the party and asked to join one of the frats on campus! Not only that, but he had his first kiss with a handsome guy at that party. Getting this new body in the shift was just what he needed to get the most from his college experience. And he couldn’t wait to see what the rest of college life was like now that he was finally having fun.

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The Last Avenger

Dylan was so mad at his friend! They agreed last year that they’d go to the next Halloween together as Captain America and Thor!  He even thought that after he ended up in Anthony Mackie’s body that his costume was gonna be perfect!

However, that wasn’t the case. While Dylan and many others were more than happy to try and live life normally with their new celebrity bodies, his friend Craig was different.

Both Dylan and Craig were lifelong friends. Growing up in a beat up slow town and being comic book geeks didn’t exactly make them popular, but they always had each other. After all as the only two Asian guys in a several city radius they already had a lot in common. Isolation was expected, and so was some bullying unfortunately. However, they pushed through it all and stayed strong, opening up a comic book store together by their mid 20s. Now in their 30s they’d made a close knit group of nerdy friends all eager to catch up after a year of being in new bodies! That is, all but Craig.

Craig had found himself in the body of Chris Hemsworth! But rather than using this new opportunity to reaffirm his nerdy love for Thor, he leaned in the opposite direction. 

Craig used Chris’ fame and reputation to throw extravagant and hot parties with only the sexiest people around. Every time Dylan tried to catch up with him, he’d always see another update of how Craig had his arms wrapped around another hot girl or hot guy. And now on Halloween he didn’t even respond to his messages about costumes or parties.

Personally Dylan blamed the new influences in his life. Like the guy that swapped into Liam Hemsworth. 

That dude was an immature party animal with no respect for women, men, or anyone else he was trying to use for fun. But as Craig would often reiterate, the guy was like family now and so he would follow his new little bro’s lead and party it up at exclusive parties that even other celeb bodies like Dylan weren’t invited to. 

Dylan was so distraught over this, but then he would turn and see his new boyfriend and smile. He was so glad he met Neal.

“Hey babe? Craig still not answering?” Neil asked.

“No… I think he won’t make it this year.” Dylan sighed.

“Babe… I’m sorry. I never got to know Craig like you did, but he sounded nice before all this. I guess certain bodies just bring out the worst in some people. I know you wish the Shift never happened so that your friend would still be around.” Neil sighed rubbing Dylan’s strong shoulder.

Dylan looked back at him sympathetically. “Sometimes I do. But at the end of the day I’m glad it did or else I wouldn’t have met you. You saved my life the first day we met! Things were so chaotic and there you were, my own personal Captain America there to save the day.”

“That’s how you remember it? Ha! I recall a handsome  man trying to get a group of people to safety after the shift, willing to risk his life in a busy street that inspired me to step in.” Neil replied kissing Dylan. “Look I know you wanted to go as Captain America and Thor this year with Craig… but how about we go to the party as two Captain Americas?”

Dylan smiled. “I think that would be awesome!”

[bodyswapcity]

Fourth of July in Driftwood Point

Every summer, the quiet coastal town of Driftwood Point, Rhode Island, comes alive for the Fourth of July—but no celebration is bigger than the one at Eric Young’s house. A beloved local and proud family man, Eric throws the kind of backyard bash everyone looks forward to: burgers on the grill, cold drinks in the cooler, and fireworks over the bay. This year, though, he brought something new to the party—strange red, white, and blue sparklers he found in a dusty box from the old general store.

He thought they were just a fun throwback. But when two people lit them at the same time, something bizarre happened: a flash, a jolt… and suddenly, they had swapped bodies. As more guests lit sparklers, the chaos only grew. Now, as the sky lights up with fireworks, the party turns into a whirlwind of mistaken identities, awkward moments, and unexpected discoveries.

Timmy Young had never felt cooler in his life. One second, he was lighting a sparkler while goofing off near the pool with his cousin Jake, and the next—BAM!—the world spun and he stumbled forward, suddenly taller, heavier, and way hairier. Looking down, he gasped. Instead of his usual swim trunks, he was wearing his dad’s favorite American flag speedo. Instead of his skinny arms, he had brawny, hairy ones. He ran to the sliding glass door, caught his reflection, and let out the loudest, most excited “Wooooah!” of his life.

He was his dad now. Eric Young. The host of the party. The king of backyard barbecues. And he loved it. Timmy flexed in the reflection, struck a superhero pose, and burst out laughing. Adults passed by, clapping him on the back, not realizing the real Eric was now a wide-eyed twelve-year-old yelling for someone to explain what just happened. But Timmy wasn’t asking questions—he was grabbing a soda from the cooler, strutting barefoot by the pool, and soaking up the best Fourth of July ever.

Jake could hardly believe it worked. One second he was a scrawny ten-year-old kid playing tag with his cousin Timmy, and the next—zap!—he was stumbling backward in a bedroom mirror, blinking at a whole new reflection. His short, pudgy frame was gone, replaced with broad shoulders, beefy arms, and a stubbled jawline. And the outfit? Stars-and-stripes wrestling shorts, tall white boots, and matching wristbands made him look like a Fourth of July superhero. Jake flexed in the mirror and let out a low, excited whistle. “No way… I look awesome.”

Now in his eighteen-year-old brother’s body, Jake was loving every second of it. He could reach the top shelf without a stool. His voice was deep and cool. And most importantly, people were finally treating him like one of the older kids. While Kyle (now stuck in Jake’s tiny body) pouted and begged for someone to fix this, Jake just smirked, struck another flex pose, and took a selfie. This was the best Fourth ever—and he was just getting started.

Tara was not having fun anymore. One moment, she was joking with Marcus by the grill, and the next, a patriotic sparkler went off in both their hands—and suddenly she was staring down at a ripped, muscular chest, a bandana tied around her head, and Marcus’s body staring back at her in a pair of tight American flag swim briefs. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered, voice now deep and smooth. Across from her, Marcus—now in her body—gave her a sheepish grin and waved. Tara groaned. She didn’t ask to be covered in muscle or have a voice that boomed every time she spoke. She wanted her body back now.

But the madness didn’t stop there. Her mom, Veronica, had lit a sparkler while talking with Tyler, one of Eric’s landscaping guys—and now, she was standing in Tyler’s tall, broad-shouldered, very male body, looking absolutely horrified as she clutched her hairy chest. “Eric?!” she called out in panic, her usual refined tone now gruff and unfamiliar. “I think I’m one of your employees!” Poor Tyler, now in Veronica’s body, looked equally freaked out and was trying not to cry in front of everyone.

To top it all off, their neighbor Chris had just finished lighting a sparkler near the hot tub when it fizzled and flashed—and bam! He found himself blinking up from the water as Marcus’ younger brother, Brandon, who was now giving enthusiastic thumbs up in the background. Chris—now in Brandon’s lean, bubbly body—was laughing like he hadn’t had this much fun in years. Tara, meanwhile, clenched her borrowed jaw in frustration. Muscles or not, she hated not being in control, and the last thing she needed was Marcus trying to adjust her bra later. “I swear, if he gets any food on my favorite top…” she muttered, stomping off toward the house with Marcus’s powerful legs, already plotting how to undo this disaster.

Jenny never expected her Fourth of July to include chest hair, biceps, or grilling hot dogs like a backyard pro—but after lighting one of those weird sparklers near the cooler, that’s exactly what happened. One flash later, she was blinking behind a pair of reflective shades, holding tongs in one hand and a hot dog bun in the other. At first, she thought she was dreaming. Then she caught her reflection in the grill hood and nearly dropped the bun. “Holy crap… I’m Tara's Uncle Victor!”

And to her surprise, Victor—now in Jenny’s body—was just as pumped. “Not bad!” he shouted from across the yard, doing a little spin and throwing a peace sign. Jenny burst out laughing and flexed her borrowed biceps proudly. “Okay, this is awesome,” she said, flipping a burger with newfound swagger. She was tall, strong, and the center of attention at the grill. Being a dude—even temporarily—was already proving to be kind of amazing. As the smell of hot dogs filled the air, Jenny and Victor exchanged a thumbs-up. This swap? Definitely a win-win.

Victor couldn’t stop grinning as he adjusted the star-shaped sunglasses on his new face and struck a pose in front of the flag backdrop. “I look good!” he said with a laugh, tossing back his long blonde hair. Being Jenny felt like getting an all-access pass to a younger, carefree life—and he was making the most of it. He’d already taken a dozen selfies, flirted with two confused guests, and couldn’t stop admiring how his borrowed body looked in the white crop top and denim shorts. “You know,” he said to no one in particular, “I might just keep this look for the rest of the party.”

Marcus, meanwhile, had calmed down after the initial shock of being in Tara’s body—and was now having… well, kind of a good time. Sure, it was weird having long hair and curves, but after twenty minutes of dodging awkward conversations and figuring out how to walk in her little white shorts, he finally found a mirror and paused. “Okay… not bad,” he admitted, giving a soft smile as he looked at Tara’s reflection staring back in the red tank top. He couldn’t deny it—being her came with a certain confidence. And when Victor-as-Jenny leaned in and struck a matching pose beside him, Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “Alright,” he said, “this is still insane, but maybe not the worst way to spend the Fourth.”

Brandon didn’t think the sparkler would actually do anything. But the moment it fizzled and popped in Chris' hand, the world tilted, and when the lights cleared, he was standing by the hot tub he was relaxing in… and looking down at his own body. Brandon quickly ran inside and found a bathroom. “Whoa…” he muttered, stepping closer to his reflection, jaw dropping. “I’m their neighbor Chris?”

Except this wasn’t just Chris. This was Chris with a six-pack, boulder shoulders, and a pair of patriotic swim briefs that looked painted on. Brandon flexed experimentally, watching every muscle respond. “This is insane,” he said with a laugh. “I look like I should be on a fitness magazine—or one of those shampoo commercials.” He couldn’t stop smiling. Swapping with a grown-up? Weird. But swapping into this guy? Awesome.

He walked out of the bathroom like he owned the place, tossing a wink to some confused partygoers and reveling in the stares. “Best. Fourth. Ever,” he said to himself, striking a pose and already wondering how long he could get away with this.

Tyler had no idea what to expect when he lit the sparkler near the grill—certainly not suddenly standing in a pair of wedge sandals, with long wavy hair cascading over his shoulders and a red-and-white striped crop top hugging a very unfamiliar figure. But once the initial shock wore off, and he saw his reflection in the glass door, he couldn’t help but smile. “Damn,” he whispered. “Veronica’s kinda… hot.”

Now in the body of his boss’s wife, Tyler twirled a strand of hair around his finger and took a confident step forward, getting used to the sway of his hips. Everyone around him was too busy freaking out over their own swaps to notice that Veronica now walked with a bit more swagger—and way more curiosity. “So this is what being a grown woman feels like?” he said, grinning as he struck a playful pose in front of the American flag backdrop. “Alright, I can work with this.”

He’d expected to hate it, but instead, Tyler was actually kind of loving the experience. The way people looked at him—er, her—with admiration and charm, the way the summer breeze felt on his newly bare legs, even the excitement of trying on someone else’s confidence… it was wild. “Might be weird, sure,” he said with a wink to no one in particular, “but I’m gonna make one fine Veronica for the rest of the night.”

Faith had barely touched the sparkler before the world spun and the floor rushed up at her—or down, really. The next thing she knew, she was gripping a bathroom counter, staring into a mirror at a very shirtless, very sculpted man. Her jaw dropped. “Oh my God… I’m Jonathan,” she whispered, blinking at her own deep voice.

Her crush. One of Tara's dad’s employee. The guy she’d been too shy to say more than a few sentences to at past parties. And now… she was him. Her abs rippled with every breath, her arms looked like they belonged in a Marvel movie, and the patriotic swim trunks clinging to her new body left very little to the imagination. Faith instinctively struck a pose, lifting a hand in a casual salute and watching the muscles flex. “Okay… wow.”

Despite the shock, Faith couldn’t deny the thrill. She was taller, stronger, and exuded a quiet confidence that felt intoxicating. Sure, she didn’t know how to act like him yet, but for now? She was going to take it all in—and maybe sneak just a few more mirror selfies while no one was looking.

Samantha knew something was off the second the sparkler fizzled in her hand with a sharp crack. Her stomach lurched, the world tilted—and the next thing she saw was her reflection in a wall mirror she definitely didn’t recognize. Except the face staring back? Not hers. Not even close. Strong jaw, groomed stubble, broad chest… and an insanely tight American flag singlet clinging to every inch of her new muscular frame.

“Oh. My. God,” she said flatly, voice now deep and smooth. “I’m Will.”

Will—one of Eric’s cocky but charming employees who always wore tank tops no matter the weather. Now, Samantha was in his body… and his ridiculous, skimpy Fourth of July outfit. She turned sideways in the mirror, raising an eyebrow at just how well the singlet hugged her new assets. “Okay, this is so dumb,” she muttered, adjusting the sunglasses. But despite her annoyance at being thrown into a guy’s body, she couldn’t help but admit it—she looked hot. Like, movie-poster, fireworks-popping, Fourth-of-July thirst trap hot.

Samantha sighed, giving herself one last side-profile glance. “Ugh. This is so stupid,” she grumbled, flexing instinctively. “But like… I get it.”

Jonathan couldn’t stop grinning as he admired himself in Faith’s body—tight denim shorts, sun-kissed skin, and a black bikini top that drew plenty of attention. “I look amazing,” he said, flicking his long hair and giving his reflection a smirk. The confidence that came with her body was unreal, and honestly? He wasn’t mad about it.

Beside him, Will adjusted the red bikini top on Samantha’s blonde, curvy frame and gave a playful twirl with the little American flag in hand. “Not gonna lie,” he said, “if I saw this walking past me, I’d stare too.” The two shared a laugh, both surprised by how easily they were adjusting—and how attractive their borrowed bodies were.

Jonathan leaned in, voice low. “You think our real bodies would be into us like this?” Will raised a brow, then grinned. “Only one way to find out.”

Eric and Kyle sat side by side on the grass, small hands gripping juicy slices of watermelon, red-stained grins stretching across their now much-younger faces. The shock had worn off, replaced by something neither of them expected: relief. No more grilling duties, no more adult conversations—just grass stains, sticky fingers, and fireworks in the distance. “I forgot how chill this part of the Fourth used to be,” Kyle said between bites, glancing at the other neighborhood kids running around with sparklers.

Eric chuckled, his feet barely reaching the ground from the picnic bench. “We’ve got no responsibilities tonight. Honestly? I’m not mad.” The two shared a look, an unspoken agreement settling in—they were going to enjoy this unexpected second childhood for as long as it lasted.

As the sun dipped lower and the sky lit up with bursts of color, Eric leaned back in the grass, arms behind his head. “This might be the best Fourth I’ve had in years.” Kyle just nodded, mouth full of watermelon, and smiled like a kid again.

The morning sun rose gently over Driftwood Point, casting golden light across Eric Young’s backyard—now littered with half-burnt sparklers, crumpled paper plates, and the faint smell of smoke and sunscreen. One by one, groggy guests emerged from the house, blinking in the daylight, stretching… and realizing, with a collective wave of disbelief and relief, that they were back in their own bodies.

Timmy ran to the sliding glass door and stared at his reflection, letting out a dramatic gasp. “I’m me again!” he shouted, spinning in a circle. Across the yard, Victor cracked his back and muttered something about missing his crop top. Tara rolled her eyes as Marcus sheepishly avoided eye contact, while Faith and Samantha exchanged glances with Will and Jonathan, stifling grins.

Everyone was still processing what had happened—some more awkwardly than others—but the mood was surprisingly light. “So, uh,” Eric said, stepping out with a mug of coffee and a sly smile, “same time next year?” There was a beat of silence… and then laughter rippled across the yard. No one could quite believe it, but they all felt the same way: last night had been weird, wild, and unexpectedly wonderful. And just maybe, a new Fourth of July tradition had been born.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Love a city wide body swap!!

[thegreatstoryteller]

Stolen Glory

“I’ve got more talent than one man can handle!” - Howard, 2025

Aiden and Benson stared at the latest NBA photoshoot in unsatisfied indignation. As if glaring could somehow change their mood. But no. They were stuck in their office on a short lunch break, with their quiet friend on her phone and a short-tempered boss a few doors away. However, their angry stupor was interrupted when they heard the breakroom door open. 

A large muscular figure approached, a figure that did not fit the dreary office breakroom aesthetic at all. He was exceptionally tall, at around 6’10 but closer to 7 feet in shoes, and his heavy size 18 footsteps shook the ground as he approached. His attempts to approach inconspicuously failed, as his broad shoulder brushed the door frame upon his arrival, and his powerful arms accidentally swayed into a stack of paper cups. Despite wearing the baggiest clothes he could find, the large fabric still did little to hide his immensely athletic frame… especially with his pants. They were practically painted on to his skin, and the outline of a thick yet soft cock was clearly visible.

The three friends assembled stared at this giant with awe. Aiden the leaner one gulped in fear, and then glared in recognition. Benson the pudgier one was stuck in shock! Carina, the only girl in the office, practically hid out of terror.

“Well well well.” Aiden glared, putting away his boxed lunch. “If it isn’t the thief. What? Did you come back to show off?” The young man stood up… looking up at the man before him… a 2 foot height difference made this newcomer seem all the more imposing.

“What are you doing back here Dwight? Benson followed up, genuinely surprised. 

“Yeah, haven’t you taken enough from us?” Carina managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper. 

Dwight, the large black man, took a seat at the table. His heavy form caused the basic seating arrangement to strain. His stoic expression unreadable.

“Guys… I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I need your HELP!” Dwight blubbered. His voice was deep, commanding, and powerful! And yet all the words coming out of his handsome lips were desperate and pleading. In fact there were partially formed tears in his eyes!

The three stared at him confused beyond belief.

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 1 WEEK AGO

Aiden, Benson, Carina, and Dwight were using a spare conference room at work to hold their secret meeting.

They laid out the strange magical book, the 4 pieces of paper, and began to draw the arcane runes onto the table.

“Alright,” Aiden began. “The Tome of Transformation is ready. Everyone remembers their parts? If this works, we can say goodbye to our boring office jobs!”   Aiden was practically bouncing up and down as he patted his skinny chest.

“You really think it’s going to work? I mean… this thing can change us? Change reality?” Benson let out a nervous giggle, almost not wanting to sound silly for suggesting such a thing, but hoping it would work. 

Carina adjusted her glasses and explained. “After I translated the text and researched the history behind its use I can confirm with 90% certainty its magical powers are indeed legitimate. We state our intent. The book alters reality to fit.”

Dwight just stared at his friends happily as they set up this ritual. “I definitely think it will work. I can’t believe I’m gonna be a pro athlete after this! No more late lunches! No more worrying about apartment prices! No more answering to our no good boss!”  The shortest of the group beamed, happy that his friends had included him in their plans to use a magical book to reshape reality. Dwight was the nerdiest of the group by far and wasn’t always invited to social gatherings. He had hoped his mixed heritage of Asian and French Canadian would help him stand out as he got older. But it only served to make him overly pale and way too polite. However, Benson had convinced the others that he should join! The two had a bit of an unspoken attraction to one another, though both were so nervous and shy that their relationship had not progressed beyond stolen glances. 

Despite being a late addition to the group, Dwight’s positivity put the others in a good mood. They soon began to put their pieces of paper to the center of the arcane circle they’d drawn. The ritual was simple. Draw the runes, chant the words, and insert a phrase of intention to change reality. That’s what each of the pieces of papers were for. 

Aiden’s read, “I’m the best American Football player!” For all his life Aiden wanted to play American Football! When his parents had moved to the States in his youth he’d been quite nervous for the whole process. But when he saw his first NFL game on TV, he’d fallen in love with the sport. It was a shame that his lean British build could never amount to massive American muscle he tried playing against in school. Didn’t stop him from being a big fan! Or from finding an ancient transformative book!

Benson’s read, “I’m the best professional Basketball player! Benson was always a big basketball fan. He got it from his dad. They used to spend loads of time playing with their makeshift hoop, but as he got older Benson felt more embarrassed to play. He’d gained a little too much weight steadily over puberty and didn’t have the athletic frame of his peers to continue playing the game in school. He longed to be just like the huge handsome athletes on TV!

Carina’s read, “I’m the best professional Ice Hockey player!” Carina’s family was actually really into athletics!... For the boys. She had two younger brothers who were both going to college to play hockey! Meanwhile growing up her parents were adamant she stuck to figure skating, despite the fact that had a women’s ice hockey team. She was actually pretty good on the ice! None of the shyness she felt in her day to day life could keep up with her as she zoomed through the rink. Her passion was for hockey though. So when she couldn’t pursue that, her confidence left. She dreamed of not only being a pro athlete, but being the most masculine one out there, with a deep commanding voice! In her mind she envisioned being the most masculine of men and dominating the NHL. 

Dwight’s read, “I’m the best Wrestler!” He had always been a big fan of the WWE and being the center of attention. That came from years growing up ignored and loving the way huge guys captured everyone’s attention. Dwight probably knew the least about sports, but he was certainly excited imagining himself sharing an arena with John Cena and The Rock! At his core he just wanted to be noticed! To be something so spectacular that no one could consider him forgettable! 

Once the four were ready the chanting began. Carina made sure to instruct them all in the proper pronunciation. When the wind around the room began to shift and flow, they knew they were doing it correctly. 

“Alright, now the papers.” Aiden stated, as he slid his paper to the center. 

“Yes, hold it there until the ritual is done. Do NOT let go. We don’t want reality changing in unexpected ways.” Carina advised.

The four slid their papers to the center of the table. The whirling of wind in the room became a small tornado! It caught them all by surprise! Within a few seconds Aiden’s paper slipped away. Followed by Benson’s! 

“No!” Carina shouted, losing grip on her own as she saw her friend’s papers slip away!

The three frantically tried to grab at their papers, but the swirling vortex of energy they created began to push them back to the walls of the room.

The only one remaining in the center was Dwight! He was panicked, but years of anxieties and fears had left him with a deathgrip on the things close to him. In this case his piece of paper. Seeing his friends lose their papers, he wasn’t sure what to do. He slowly stood and with his meager range of motion tried to grab the flying papers!

“Guys! I got them!” Dwight cheered as he grasped them from there air!

In a split second Dwight’s body changed all at once. His normally unnoticeable frame shifted and warped into an unrecognizable form! His 5 foot tall wimpy frame was no more. It expanded in one long motion in all directions. 

His feet burst forth from his modest office shoes. The remains of his size 7s now discarded as they hovered below massive size 18s after more than doubling in size. His unremarkable legs now grew to long pillars of power as a forest of hair crawled up his once barren legs. His dick was not to be outdone as it swelled with such ferocity that Dwight’s low moans could be heard over the roaring winds that overtook the conference room. The faint shadow of a monstrous 10 inches now silhouetted behind the air. 

Dwight took in a deep breath filling his longs but also inflating his chest! Massive pectoral muscles meant for taking a hit in any sport guarded his front, as an athletic jock bubble butt took up his rear. His arms lengthened and gained strength, designed for dunking, flexing, and showing off! He looked down at his hands to see them look more like catcher’s mitts by the second, able to palm any ball he could think of. 

He didn’t even see his own face changing. Features sharpening. Hair styling. And eyes… staying the same. Dwight was a new man, seeing the world from a much higher vantage point of 7 feet tall, through his own eyes. 

There was no time for Dwight to examine his new self. With a thick BOOM, light filled the room and the air died down. Dwight was nowhere to be seen. 

“Oh no… Oh no! Where did Dwight go!?” Benson panicked, seeing nothing but scorch marks where Dwight had been standing.

“Alright, everyone relax. I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation.” Aiden gulped, panic setting in as he wondered how he was gonna explain Dwight’s disappearance… and the huge mess they made in the conference room.

It was Carina who remained composed and quiet as she slowly walked over to the book.

“Curious… we… did the ritual correctly. I swear…  I even saw him change… and he was the only one to keep his wish…” Carina muttered to herself.

It was actually Benson who made the first realization when he got a notification on his phone. He had notifications on for all the latest basketball news… and more than a few subreddits of handsome guys in the NBA. So when his phone vibrated with a new notification, he checked it instinctively. 

“Uh… Guys… I think I found Dwight…” He said holding up his phone, showing Aiden and Carina the latest cover of Sports Illustrated.

Aiden and Carina stared in absolute shock and horror. There on the cover of Sports Illustrated was Dwight… Dwight Howard. Their friend! Though now a lot bigger, more famous, and most notably black!

“No way… don’t tell me… FUCK! I thought he wanted to be a damn wrestler!” Aiden shouted, pounding his hand against the table… which disintegrated… It seemed unable to withstand the magic of a reality changing ritual. “Damn… the boss is really gonna kill me now.”

“Dwight did it… and he became a basketball player? No… wait.” Carina took out her phone typing away. “No… not JUST a basketball player. Look.” 

She pulled up countless articles of how one of the biggest names in sports was Dwight Howard! A prominent football player, hockey player, wrestler, and basketball player!

“That bastard! He stole our wishes!” Aiden growled. “He’s literally everything we wanted to be! We’re gonna go find him and fix things!” 

—

Meanwhile Dwight found himself suddenly in the middle of a large arena like stadium. Thousands of cheering fans were all around him, their applause shaking the floor. He looked down in shock to see that his changes were still there. It hadn’t been a dream. He was looking down at a much larger and much darker body than he was accustomed to. He couldn’t help but flex!

Though he didn’t realize he was in the middle of a game and immediately a basketball flew right at him.

“Hey! What was that for?” Dwight called out angrily, moments before a team of equally tall men completely ran into him.

After a loud whistle from the referee Dwight quickly learned something was wrong. 

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Present Day

“You need OUR help?” Aiden asked, still pissed off, but now confused. “It didn’t look like you needed our help when you’ve been dodging us this entire week. Do you know how many of your games we tried to go to? Or public events where you were getting interviewed? We got shoved off by your security everytime we got close!

“I didn’t know about those times!” Dwight pleaded. He tried to shrink in on himself in embarrassment, but that wasn’t happening with how huge he is. “I swear, I was just as worried as you guys were. My agent just told me some crazy fans were trying to talk to me after the games… I got scared. Also! You don’t understand how hard it’s been these last couple days.”

“Dwight? Really? You’re a famous athlete now. Probably the most famous one in the world. You can’t expect us to feel sorry for you.” Carina glared coldly from behind Aiden. 

“I mean… yeah… I think I am pretty famous… My agent said that ESPN wanted to honor me with some award later. But that’s besides the point! I didn’t actually want any of this. And leading the life of an athlete is a lot harder than I thought.” Dwight said teary eyed.

“Oh I’m sure the crowds of adoring fans and huge mansions must suck.” Aiden rolled his eyes.

“That’s just the surface stuff! Every single day I have been at 4 hours of practices, 3 hours of conditioning, and 2 hours of public appearances. Not to mention the fact that I got signed up for Dancing with the Stars and I don’t even know how to dance!” Dwight complained.

“He’s right… I… I saw the trailer for the next season. It looks good.” Benson muttered. “But… you could have at least called…”

“Thanks Benson…. But I’m serious guys! You need to help me. I am EXHAUSTED. I have had no time for myself, so there was no time to even reach out. Plus… I don’t remember any of your phone numbers. They aren’t on my phone anymore. Anyway people keep making me play all these sports till I collapse on the floor and I feel like I’m gonna lose it if this keeps up!”

“Cry me a river Dwight. Why don’t you just quit if it’s so hard.” Aiden scoffed.

“I tried! I have contracts for the NFL, the NBA, the NHL, and the WWE. My agent says if I back out on any of them I can kiss all of my wealth goodbye. I’m stuck being pushed to the physical limit everyday. When I first realized what happened, I was in the middle of a basketball game! My team got super mad when I missed a pass, but I was just confused!” 

Benson chimed in. “He’s right… he’s been getting lots of hate online for that missed pass.”

“Thank you! It’s not just people online either. Fans go up to me and yell at me! And so do my coaches when I don’t do anything perfectly. I’m not used to all this pressure.” Dwight complained.

“You sure looked like you were having fun in your latest photoshoot.” Carina pointed out, showing Dwight flexing on one of his shorter teammates. 

“That was one of my media days! They told me to do that pose and smile! I… I will admit it was fun flexing over that guy. He was 6’5! A giant and there I was easily standing over him… my huge hands could hold his whole head so easily.” Dwight smiled, a bit reminiscent before shaking it off. “Still! I can’t live like this. Even for all those fun moments in between I’m going crazy trying to live this life. I haven’t even had time to use my… you know…” 

Dwight adjusted his sizeable appendage in his pants.

“You’re shitting me…” Aiden said in disbelief.

“No I’m not! Every night I’m too exhausted from practice or games to use this big body. Then I have to wake up super early and can’t even take care of my morningwood!” This was the first time Dwight raised his voice past the normal level of complaining. It was loud… commanding… and showed just how much he was struggling. “Not to mention! Having a cock this huge is tough! Every damn day I feel like I’m walking around with a cucumber in my pants and even my Triple XL jockstraps can barely keep it together. Every little movement just makes me hornier and hornier! I can’t LIVE like this!” 

Aiden, Benson, and Carina were stunned silent. They hadn’t expected Dwight to be unsatisfied with his new life. They were all too caught up in the wishes they missed out on to even consider a downside for Dwight. 

“Look. Guys. I’m sorry I took your wish papers. I didn’t mean to. It all happened so fast. Please. Let’s just work on a way to get your wishes back or even reverse this whole thing. I can’t take another day of going through this alone.” Dwight pleaded, wiping tears from his eyes.

“Ok.. wow. I’m sorry Dwight. We’ll help you out, but you gotta help us out too. I know it’s been tough for you, but after our little ritual we’re kind of in hot water at work. Our boss is practically threatening to fire me for completely destroying the conference room.” Aiden admitted.

“Really? What can I do to help?” Dwight asked naively.

Carina sighed. “For one you can put us on your payroll. Your net worth is nearly $1 Billion so you can certainly afford us. With a proper salary I can focus more effort on learning how to  make things right with the book.”

“Thank you so much guys! I owe you everything.” Dwight gasped, wrapping a long muscular arm around Aiden and Carina.

Benson was watching carefully and not knowing what he could contribute, spoke up. “And… I can keep you company in the meantime… I… I’ve missed you.” Benson blushed. 

For the first time all week Dwight let out a relieved sigh. He took Benson’s hand in his much larger palm and smiled. 

====

A FEW DAYS LATER

“Thanks again for staying here and keeping me company.” Dwight smiled, finally able to relax.

“Any excuse to hangout at your big mansion again! This place is huge! And despite how bit it is, everytime I see you sit down you insist on manspreading like that.” Benson teased his larger friend noticing how wide he spread his legs on the already spacious couch.

“Hey! That took some time to get used to. These long legs take up so much space I barely know what to do with them. Not to mention I have to spread out because my new cock is so… sensitive.” He blushed embarrassed.

“You keep saying that. I think you’re just humble bragging.” Benson laughed.

“I’m serious! When I first got this body I could feel it swaying around when I ran around the basketball court. Then when I got to the locker rooms to get a better look I nearly fainted! It looked even bigger than it felt. My team teased me saying that their star player just liked showing off  ON and OFF the court.”

“I bet that took some getting used to.” Benson added. “I mean, I know you weren’t the most… social before all this.”

“Yeah, it really did. I realized that all the light teasing and ball busting people threw my way was kinda… punching up. There’s this whole reality where people think I’m the greatest athlete of all time or something. They expect me to be cocky or perfect everywhere… definitely not the me I expected to be after all this.” Dwight said, looking down, holding out his large hands and still staring at them with shocked examination, flexing each finger. 

Benson was also looking at Dwight with similar interest. “I know. But hey! Carina said she was close to a breakthrough tonight. Now that we’re all employed by you and don’t have to worry about work, she’s been tearing through that book. She’ll fix it so you won’t have to worry about ALL this.” 

Dwight smiled at the reassuring words. There was nothing he found more comforting than talking to Benson again.

“Thanks Ben… I’ve really missed our talks. And… I was thinking that maybe when the time comes… I stick with basketball and we can be on the same team…” Dwight said in a bit of a roundabout ask.

“Really? You’d want to be teammates?” Benson said surprised.

“I think so. I mean… it’s been fun playing basketball, especially with all the coaching you’ve been giving me behind the scenes. Wrestling is fun and all, but when I found out that I didn’t get to hangout with John Cena as much, it wasn’t that fun… Plus football and hockey are way too violent for me! Getting tackled hurts!” Dwight pouted.

Benson did his best to hold back his laughs. Seeing such a big guy complain about the pain of pro sports was a bit funny, but he couldn’t disagree. He’d seen some of the footage of Dwight’s early days in both sports. 

Sure he towered everyone on the field and on the ice, but he was far from being an effective athlete in those areas. 

“Well. I’d be happy to have you on my team.” Benson assured Dwight. 

“Thanks Benson! And… well… I wanted to ask you… I mean I was wondering… you know… I have really liked getting to know you like this. Even amidst all this chaos, it’s been fun seeing you outside of work! I was wondering if you’d like to… get to know each other better?”

Benson was shocked. After everything that had happened, he still harbored feelings for Dwight sure, but he never expected Dwight to reciprocate when he was this huge handsome athlete.

“I… Yeah… I’d like that. I keep forgetting that even though you look like this pro baller, you’re still you underneath all that height and muscle. Part of me thought you wouldn’t want to be with someone so… boring like me.” Benson admitted.

Dwight stood up to his full height and looked down on Benson.

“Dude. You were the first one to help me even feel comfortable with all this height and muscles. Honestly, before you came along I felt so insecure! Both in the office when no one would talk to me… and when I literally stood out from the crowds. Before it was like I didn’t think I could ever handle being an athlete with everyone watching my every move! Then… you came along and made it all feel like nothing when I knew you’d be by my side.” Dwight kneeled down, till he was eye level with his shorter friend. He took his massive dark hands and wrapped them around Benson’s.

“Dwight. I had no idea you felt that way. You were always someone special to me long before your big change. Now maybe you won’t mind if I do this.” Benson leaned up and kissed Dwight! Despite the larger man’s impressive jawline and luscious lips, it was very much Benson who took lead in the romantic gesture. 

Dwight was so caught off guard his big body stumbled back, not used to the kiss, but smiling like he’d won the lottery.

“Benson! I! I! Um…. you’re a good kisser…. Can we do that again? I promise I won’t stumble over again! I really like that.” Dwight nervously stammered.

“I can tell.” Benson said, pointing to the massive erection tenting in his pants. “You really can’t hide your horniness well with that thing.”

The two leaned in for a kiss again, but this time Dwight lifted Benson into the air as they embraced! The kiss was perfect and went on long past what either could keep track of. It was only interrupted when their phones buzzed.

“Dang… It’s Carina. What is she texting now?” Benson growled, horny and frustrated.

“She said… she’s coming over! Her and Aiden! They found a way to redo the ritual for all of us!” Dwight gasped reading the message.

“Really!? That’s great! And… fuck! We were just starting to have fun.” Benson complained.

“Well.. It does take them 40 minutes to get all the way to my mansion.” Dwight shrugged setting down Benson and adjusting his bulge.

“Are you serious?” Benson laughed in disbelief.

“I think I am. I want to see just how much fun we can have while you’re still fun sized.” Dwight began a cocky grin. A new found confidence overcoming him now that he had his man by his side.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Hi, I'm fed up with my current life, could you please make some changes, you are free to do whatever you want

Well your life certainly is about to change.

One moment you’ll be enjoying your average nerdy body, enjoying a day taking care of your puppy. You’re just a normal guy after all, 165lbs of average. And then you’ll find yourself slowly changing. Your everyday clothes will feel tight and constricting. The very floor will begin to feel farther away. Your biceps felt hot as they swelled with size, ripping your sleeves. Your pecs tore the collar of your shirt as it expanded. Abs began to reveal from beneath the hems of your shirt as you grew to an impressive 6’5. You swore you saw hair sprouting out from once smooth skin right before your clothes breaking point.

And then all of a sudden a low deep moan will escape your mouth right before you burst out of your clothes. 

The first thing you notice is how hairy you are. A once smooth frame now feels covered in dense dark hairs. It’s as if your normal body hair had multiplied till nothing but a dark forest remained. Your face wasn’t spared either as you now sported a solid thick beard that would take a professional barber to work through.

Then of course was the heft of your muscles. The heft and weight of each movement you made seemed to be on superhuman levels. Especially when you flexed! POWER. It was clear to anyone who saw you now, that you were the strongest guy around. With a cock to match. After all EVERY muscle of your new body is powerful and BIG. 

You seemed to hold a lot of strength in your new body. Towering at a new 6’5 and feeling amazing. It seemed reality agreed with this new portrayal of you as you now could see the world shift around you. The tattered clothing at your massive feet now reformed into clothing. A tight pair of shorts! Your surroundings became that of a much larger home, a home befitting a giant like you! Pictures on the walls now replaced with your new face and hairy body. Even your puppy was no longer there and instead a large and loyal hound was at your feet in moments happy to see his master.

I hope you enjoy your new life. After all, your phone should be adjusting as well to this new reality of yours. I hope you have fun with all the handsome men who are begging for your attention. Some of them want a relationship, others just wanna be crushed by the biggest guy they know.

There is plenty to enjoy and a lot to see with your new body when you explore it with others. It was good to see you were satisfied with my use of the Chronivac to make you this way. Though you’ll have to let me know how you handle that impressive libido I’ve given you too. Hope it’s not too much to handle. Have fun.

[thegreatstoryteller]

Matter of Perspective

Daniel was always a wishful thinker. Things didn't always work out the best for him, but he still tried to see the bright side of things.

That's why of all people to find a body altering spell online, he was the first to try it! Even if he spoke the words aloud and didn't think it worked.

You see. Daniel was a pretty overlooked Asian guy. He was pretty short at 5 feet even. The only weight he managed to put on was fat. When he tried to dress for an occasion he just never thought the clothes fit right.

When he spoke the words to the spell, he envisioned all the handsome fitness influencers he'd seen online. He thought of all the handsome athletes he'd watched on TV. In his mind he tried to picture the perfect body for himself.

And unfortunately for Daniel, after he spoke the words he didn't feel any different. He'd look down and see his normal body and in the mirror his average face. Everything about himself seemed normal to him, so like most things in life, he shrugged it off and tried to find the bright side in things.

What he didn't realize is that he was seeing a different version of himself than the rest of the world.

While he thought of himself as a 5 foot nothing nerd at a cafe, the world saw large bearded giant of a man manspreading at his table to accommodate for his titanous legs.

Daniel didn't notice the scores of women doing double takes as they passed his tables. He didn't see the group of guys looking at his physique with envy and lust. In fact, when his waiter came over and said that his coffee and croissant were paid for already, he just considered it good luck! He was completely oblivious to the couple eyeing him from across the cafe hoping to get his attention.

And so Daniel continued to live his life.

He would go shopping for clothes and not realize when the certain sizes fit a bit too snugly. Store attendants would try and sneak peaks at the goliath trying to fit into a size small when he really needed a XXL.

When he was trying for a job interview he'd wear his best suit and wonder why his interviewer gasped when he entered the door. Meanwhile the interviewer would wonder how this giant of a man who had to duck through the entryway to fit, could even possibly be their new junior IT guy!

At home sometimes he'd wonder if he was making enough food or try to figure out why he was so hungry all the time. He never realized that he needed to feed his new body with a lot more calories to power his new powerful muscles!

Before he knew it, Daniel was surrounded by positive energy. Smiling faces, people asking for dates, and random compliments on the streets surrounded him. It raised his self esteem when people were this nice. It even inspired him to start going to the gym.

Guys there were really excited to see Daniel. When he heard comments like.

"Bro! You some sort of bodybuilder?" "Fuck did we hire a new personal trainer?" "Dude you got to give me some advice on supplements." "Man, I don't think we carry weights heavy enough for you!"

Daniel just assumed they were being nice and joking. Afterall, as he went to lift the 5lb dumbells in the corner, he would just see his scrawny self lifting weights. All the while the entire gym saw this amazing man flexing his large arms as he towered over every gym goer in the area.

You see Daniel continued to live a fun and fulfilling life. He didn't realize he had the body of his dreams, but still chose to see the bright side of things when good things started coming his way. The rest of the world just saw him as a really big man who wasn't keen on showing off like all those other blow hards out there. It was all a matter of perspective after all...

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Normally that's where Daniel's story would end. However, that's where I come in!

My name is Carter. Just your run of the mill curse breaker who likes to travel. I dabble in charms, and work occasionally with glamours. I intended to get to know Daniel, who seemed like the most humble jock I'd ever seen. He was so kind and optimistic, I wanted to get to know him better.

However, the more I spoke to him the more I realized. magic was at work. The day I broke the news to him went a little like this.

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"You realize you're a lot bigger than you seem. Haven't you wondered why you wear size 15 shoes and your license says you're 6'7 and 249lbs?" Carter asked.

"Very funny Carter. I haven't grown an inch over 5 feet since college. But I appreciate you trying to make me feel better about my height. And these shoes are size 7." Daniel laughed.

"Well, maybe it's time I help you see things from my perspective." Carter waved his hand as a few lightly glowing symbols circled Daniel revealing his new form to himself for the first time.

"HOLY CRAP!" Daniel boomed!

"See! I told you! A guy with a big heart like yours deserves to see that big body. Now when you're done flexing, I think I can help you see just how much you've been missing. My apartment is right over there." Carter smiled.

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Continued in Part 2

[thegreatstoryteller]

Female to Male Fridays!

The Great Shift: Meeting the Parents

“Are you sure you’re ok with this? We can still head home.” Jenny muttered. Clearly a bit nervous staring down at her boyfriend.

“Babe. It’s been almost a year since the Great Shift. I told you. Just because I’m unshifted, doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet your parents.” Youseff said smiling.

Jen and Youseff had met in their freshman year of college and immediately became close. They joined similar clubs, volunteered at the same food banks, and eventually friendship blossomed into romance one fateful summer night! The couple knew nothing could get between them and the love that they found… and a few years later that included the Great Shift. While Youseff remained unshifted, Jen Shale wasn’t so lucky.

They had agreed to meet at her sorority when the craziness of the Shift happened. Youseff was more than a bit surprised to find a larger older man in his 40s sitting nervously on Jen’s bed waiting for him! Since then many revelations have been shared with the couple. The first was Youseff coming out to his girlfriend as bi! He never had the courage to say it before and didn’t know how to share that part of his life with his girlfriend, but the shift offered a unique chance that worked out well with the couple. Two. Jen realized she was in a sports medicine professor who was quite in shape! He apparently was father to three student athletes on campus… and luckily her feelings for her boyfriend hadn’t wavered from the shift. A fact that they both enjoyed learning the first week of the Great Shift. Eventually the two became more comfortable with each other even buying a pair of matching pajamas!

It took quite some time for the world to get back in order. During that entire time communications were able to be set up with most families. Youseff’s family had many linear shifts, a term used by most of the world when your shift put you into someone very similar to your original body. His dad was a man his own age. His mother was a woman a few years younger than her. The only difference was his younger brother who now keeps telling Youseff to call him the bigger brother when he shifted into a former professional athlete. 

Jen’s family… was another story.

“And that brings us to today. Jen. I’m serious. I want to meet them. I know you’ve talked to them, but I haven’t. And when they invited us over for the holidays I thought it’d be the best chance to get to know them.” Youseff said hopefully, placing a hand against Jen’s cheek and training the thick salt and pepper stubble that was ever present no matter how close she shaved.

“I know- I know… but I told you before the shift that they were a bit much… and, well, now since the shift… they are still that! I guess… just… more…” Jen muttered nervously. A feat she seemed to still master despite her new commanding baritone. 

“They can’t be that bad.” Youseff said before knocking. And that’s when they heard heavy steps approaching the door.  

A handsome muscular man answered the door! He wore long pink dishwashing gloves and an apron! Aside from that he seemed to be wearing nothing else. The small potted flower he held seemed to be thriving!

“You must be Youseff! Jen has told us so much about you! Come in! Come in! I was just washing some dishes and watering the kitchen plants! We’re so glad to meet you. You can call me Margot! I’m Jen’s mother, or rather her second father!” Margot laughed. The man before them had a deep voice and almost a bro like tone. The motherly introduction he gave at odds with his gym bro form. 

“You must be hungry! I’ve been making lots of food these days. This young man I became had quite the appetite. And who could blame him. I’ve felt the urge to go to the gym almost every day of the week! Anyway, I just keep blabbering away! Have a mini quiche!” Margot led them to the living room where a small plate of appetizers awaited them.

“Wow, these are amazing Margot!” Youseff said digging in. I always wondered where Jen got her amazing cooking skills from.

“Awww! Jen! You didn’t mention your man was a little charmer.” Margot giggled as Jen blushed. 

“Mooom! Stop! You’re embarrassing me!” Jen complained burying her fuzzy face in her large hands. Her mom was always like this. If it wasn’t telling embarrassing stories about Jen, it was finding an excuse to show off her body. Ever since Margot got her new body she had been more than happy to show it off. She would say, “Well this young man clearly wanted to show off his muscles, who am I to cover them up!”. So bouncing around the house in her classic apron was just the way she dressed these days.

“Shush Jen. My little girl will never be too old for a little humor. Just because you have more grays on that head of yours than your father did pre shift, doesn’t mean you can’t laugh a little.” Margot teased.

“Speaking of where is Mr. Shale? Youseff asked.

“Well he’s always in the garage these days. When he got that 20 year old gymnast’s body, he’d become obsessed with the sport! I’ve got some biscuits to take out of the oven. You two should check on him.” Margot offered.

“Anything to get out of this conversation.” Jen groaned pulling Youseff towards the side of their home. As they opened the door to the garage they could see a handsome black man flexing in the mirror, wearing a tight singlet. The chalk on his hands implying a recent gymnastics routine.

“Jen! There’s my little girl turned big man!” Her dad said cutting his flexing short and heading towards Jen. Mr. Shale now was the shortest one in the family at 5’1. With his daughter at 6’0 and his wife at 5’10, the household tended to tower over him. However, he was more than happy with his new body.

“Hey dad, enjoying your gymnastics or whatever?” Jen half heartedly asked.

“Yes I am! I tell ya, being a few decades younger is great! Sure beats my beer belly and sore ankles. A 20 year old body like this is flexible. You can ask your mother if you don’t believe me.” Mr. Shale winked.

“Dad! Oh my gosh! NO! I brought Youseff here! Please don’t gross him out.” Jen screamed.

“Oh so this is the young man that’s caught my daughter’s eye. You can address me as Mr. Shale or sir. DO I make myself clear?”  Mr. Shale looked up at Youseff who just nodded. Despite the size difference between them Youseff was clearly intimidated by his dad-like tone. 

“Yes sir!”

“Good man. I guess I have you to thank for helping our dear Jen finally get some more manly clothes? For some reason she didn’t want my help with a new wardrobe.” Mr. Shale shook his head disappointed.

“Yeah! We actually had a lot of fun going to the store and finding clothes that fit. The toughest part was finding shoes in her new size.” Youseff conceded.

“Youseff!” Jen blushed. She knew it was true. With her larger feet, she realized just how difficult it was to find footwear that fit. The largest most places went up to was size 15. Her now size 18 feet were tough to find anywhere!

“Sorry babe, but it’s true. Plus you said you had a great time shopping. Like old times, remember? You said that you weren’t sure we’d find a single pair, but when we went to the Big and Tall store, they had a few shoes your size! Even sandals!” Youseff explained.

Jen just shook as her dad applauded Youseff’s resourcefulness!

Before long the family was finally all together to share a meal! Jen’s parents were loving her boyfriend, though he could see that she was clearly embarrassed throughout the whole dinner.

By the time they left Youseff was driving them back to their apartment, where he asked. “Jen? Are you alright? I… I’m guessing that night wasn’t the most pleasant for you?”

Jen just nodded and hugged her boyfriend. Her broad frame embracing him with a tight squeeze. “My parents just take a lot out of me. Before the shift they were overbearing in a different way and now… well now they are always just so comfortable in their new bodies! My mom started going to the gym almost every day with her old book club. Each of them became some kind of fitness influencer. And my dad! He won’t stop telling me how proud he is to have a son now and that I need to start acting more manly. I don’t get how they can be so well adjusted to all this! I… I thought I was getting there. With you… being this kind of man feels easy. Even more exciting at times too.”

“I do love your mustache.” Youseff noted, causing Jen to giggle.

“See. It’s stuff like that. You always make me feel like your partner… and… I guess I need more time before I start feeling like a member of my own family again and not some older hairy guy.” Jen admitted.

Youseff kissed her cheek. “I’m sorry I insisted we meet them so soon. I was so ready to take our relationship further and I was so nervous to meet them. But I forgot to consider how you were feeling about your parents. From now on, we can just focus on us.”

“I like that plan.” Jen smiled kissing back.

“Good. Maybe we can start with a pedicure tomorrow. I know you’ve been itching to try that out with your big new feet.” Youseff teased.

“Ha! These big new feet would love to get a pedicure. Maybe a foot massage later too!” Jen smiled, wiggling her big toes. When she was with Youseff she realized, maybe she could get used to this big body.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Awkward Tales - Vignette 3: The Perfect Girlfriend

Vignette 1: The Nervous Flirt

Vignette 2: Athletics Run in the Family

“FUCK YEAH! That’s a 10 player Kill Streak! LET’S GOOOOOO!” Came the deep manly voice next to Salvatore.

“Hey uh… Samantha? Samantha….? Sam!? Can you keep it down a bit. Game is still going. I’m trying to focus..” Salvatore murmured as he tried to get his girlfriend to settle down. 

“Sorry bro. I was too busy being locked in and carrying this match!” Sam joked back punching his arm.

Sal moaned in pain. He really wasn’t expecting this. Before the great shift he and his girlfriend had never seen eye to eye. Though their friends knew them as Sal and Samantha the iconic couple, behind closed doors they were always fighting. No matter how others idolized their seemingly perfect relationship, Sam never understood why Sal would spend so much time working out with his former frat bros or gaming online so much. She complained about him burping at meals and clogging the shower drain with his body hair! Sal even said that it was a guy thing and that she’d never understand!

But he could not have been more wrong.

Salvatore was one of the few people unaffected by the great shift. Internally he was happy about that. As a 6’1 Latino stud, he wouldn’t want to be in any other body but his own. Samantha on the other hand was part of the majority who had swapped.

Sam had found herself inside a fitness influencer known for being quite huge and hairy! When she’d texted Sal that she was a man and that they could still be together, he was a bit skeptical. He’d only ever told Sam about his bisexuality in confidence. He wasn’t even out to their friends! She even assured Sal that nothing between them had to change. However, that was proven wrong on the day she finally made it back to their apartment. She knocked so hard the door fell off its hinges. That’s when Sal came face to pecs with his new 6’7 gorilla of a boyfriend. She kicked off her size 17 shoes as she went to embrace her man! Needless to say Sal’s size 11s didn’t look very manly beside them. 

From there lots of things began to change. Sam’s normally demure and organized attitude began to fade as soon as she was in this body. She was more laid back, more casual, and more open minded to Sal’s activities. Turns out her body was a natural at working out as she began to lift far more weights at the gym than Sal had ever dreamed! Sam also got into gaming, as she started to game with Sal and his friends, all of who loved the newest bro addition to their group! She even started to get into more drinking any alcohol she could get her hands on. Before long their shared fridge was filled with beers and protein shakes!

Sal also began to change, despite not having a new body. He began to realize his girlfriend was outdoing him in all his old activities! All of his bros even mentioned how awesome Sam was! They even started hanging out with Sam without Sal on the weekends! It was now Sal that was reminding Sam to clear out the shower drain, with his much hairier body! Now Sal was the one complaining about the late night’s Sam came back. This became a new normal. 

Overtime Sal knew he had to do something to salvage his relationship with Sam before everything changed. That’s when he decided there was one part of their life as a couple they haven’t explored yet. Eventually Sal became more comfortable with his sexuality and began to experiment with Sam. Neither really knew what to do at first, with their limited experience, but it quickly became apparent that Sam would be taking control. Before Sam was a much more passive and supportive sexual partner… and now… she took charge! Every night after that Sal awoke with a sore ass and a tired body. Sal would never admit it, but he loved it! The only problem was… he couldn’t keep up with Sam. She was insatiable and could blow load after load into Sal, while Sal took hours to recover.

This awoke something in Sam though. Her new body loved to dominate! In the gym. In any game played. Even in the bedroom! And this wasn’t just reserved to Sal. Sam had suggested a few months in, that the two of them go to a bar and pick up women!

“I know you miss it Sal! Think about it. You and I. Find a hot ass woman! Take her home and then we take turns fucking her. I mean. You did say you always wanted a threesome.” Sam offered one night after gaming.

Sal was surprised! But the offer seemed nice. He had missed Sam’s more feminine form. And perhaps this was a way he could be a stud and sleep with multiple women while his girlfriend joined in! 

That was sort of how the idea went. It turns out flirting with women was another thing that Sam was better at than Sal. Her ample experience and attention to emotion she’d had as a women, never faded. This made her the most thoughtful and handsome man when it came to talking to women anywhere they went. Every night Sam came home with dozens of numbers, while women always asked Sal if they could talk to his bigger “friend”.

When the two of them finally settled on a woman they both liked, that night turned out to be very different from how Sal imagined his first threesome. It was clear that the hot redhead they’d brought home was far more interested in Sam than Sal. All of her kisses, strokes, and sexual advances were received by an over eager Sam! Not that Sam minded. There was enough of him to go around! It didn’t take long for Sam and the redhead to be fucking like rabbits, while Sal was in the corner jerking off to the hot sight of his girlfriend with another woman!

Which brings us to the present!

“Fuck yeah! MVP! I rule at this game. Hey Sal! Grab me another beer.” Sam ordered as Sal nodded and retrieved the drink. “I got a few lucky ladies coming over tonight Sal. Hope you’re ready to see my fuck their brains out. Can you try not to make too much noise when you blow your load one minute in? Last set of girls had to pause after laughing so much.  I know it’s fucking hot seeing me plow these babes, but try to hold on a little longer man.” 

Sal blushed as Sam gave him a hefty pat on the back. He never had that issue with the old Samantha, but he couldn’t deny it. Seeing Sam dominate a new girl every night was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. He could only hope that he lasted a little longer this time.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Awkward Tales - Vignette 1: The Nervous Flirt

When the Great Shift hit the world, everyone was thrown into chaos. However, eventually society resettled into a new and more accepting form. At some point everyone would have to get used to their new bodies… right?

Well for a few individuals out there, after the great shift, they still were… adjusting. No matter how much time happened, some were cursed with an awkward new perspective in life. 

Maxwell, was nervous. More nervous than usual! Before the great shift, he had recently come out as gay to his close friends and family! While, they were all super accepting and happy for him, that didn’t solve his issues… talking to people he liked! No matter how many times he tried, he would turn into a stuttering mess whenever a hot guy was in the vicinity. He was lucky enough that his small unassuming frame meant no one could see his failures.

When the great shift happened, he thought things might be different.  New body! New me! That was the mantra he’d heard many people say as he had browsed forums and self help spaces. Turns out many people just needed a new body to reorient their social skills and  come out of their shell! At first Maxwell thought he’d be one of them!

He knew that he was a lot stronger in this body. He still wore his glasses, but these arms were no joke. Plus he didn’t have any skin issues anymore and he finally had some decent facial hair to work with! It all seemed to add up to something of a turning point for his life. 

That wasn’t the case.

Turns out a new body came with the same issues PLUS a few new ones too. Maxwell couldn’t form a straight sentence around hot guys, even newly hot guys who had never been hit on before! Even if Maxwell was just as handsome and good looking, his words fell apart at the slightest bit of attraction. Not only that, but his pool of attraction doubled. Apparently the guy he’d become was bisexual and loved flirting with men and women! So now not only did hot men make his speech a mess, but beautiful ladies did as well! A single hot woman could ruin his night if she asked for directions! A studly man asking if he wanted a drink would have him run out of the bar! No matter what seemed to happen, Maxwell was still an awkward dork.

Going from 5’5 to 6’2 didn’t help either. Now everyone could see this towering confident stud look like a complete fool! And his quick escapes were a thing of the past since every time he tried to run away he’d trip over his large size 15 feet. The last time he tried to flee from a failed flirt he knocked over two waiters and spilled 3 drinks over the person he was talking to. He needed some help. 

His friends did their best to console him, but even they had difficulty finding a clear solution. 

“Come on dude, you’ve got to stop biting your nails!” Beth, his best friend since college said after another night of failed flirting.

“I’m sorry Beth!” Maxwell whined in his new voice. Previously that expression was met with more nasally tones, but now even his wines made such flirtatious sounds when it came out of his new deep voice. “I just can’t stop thinking about that couple that asked if I wanted to join them tonight. The guy was soooo hot! He was like some kind of bodybuilder! And the girl! She could’ve been a super model. And i just froze and ran away!”

“It’s ok. I know that you want to pursue a relationship post shift. There’s no shame in striking out. Lots of people are having a hard time finding love.” Beth chimed in trying to comfort her friend.

“Easy for you to say. You and your fiance got Chris Evans and Chris Hemsworth’s bodies! And you’re still together!” Maxwell complained, burying his head in his pillow, still shirtless and showing off his impressive arms.

“I… I admit. We did get lucky. I know all our friends love Marvel, and my fiance and I are mega nerds… and the role play in the bedroom is fun and-”

“Beth!”

“Sorry! I just mean, that nothing is hopeless.  You’ll find what you’re looking for soon. And hey, if it helps you can try flirting with me and Erin tonight.” Beth offered.

Maxwell blushed… and then slowly nodded. Maybe flirting with two of his biggest celebrity crushes would solve his issue after all.