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Tie me up and then let feeders come and go, kneading my fat, jiggling my belly, marvelling at how big my ass is getting.

They can take turns feeding me until my belly is stuffed, tight and round.

They can even take turns using me like the fuckpig you’ve made me into.

You packed all this fat onto my body, buried me under jiggly lard. So naturally you choose who gets to play with it.

fat-ale-fat

2025/2026

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mystrangetfs

A Quick fix -Muscle Theft and Weight gain ai sequence

I have been having lots of fun with Ai and have been creating lots of transformations but don't have time to write so I thought I would share one that I made, with a very quick caption. These were inspired by a very old story I read, that has always stuck with me.

Clive had been going to the gym for months now and had seen barely any results. Instead he only found himself getting sweaty and getting sniggered at by other patrons around him. That's when he decided to hire Payton, he had the body of a god. Defined abs, big biceps, cute round bubble butt and thick muscular legs, he was the whole package and he knew it. Often he would strut around shirtless and the women would swoon and the men would stare enviously. He had worked for a best part of a decade to achieve his body, but Clive didn't plan on working for that long. Payton barely even looked up at his phone as Clive approached him in the locker room. "Errr Payton. I wanted to get a body like yours. I would be willing to pay?" Payton didn't even look up "300 dollars for -" Clive didn't even let him finish before exclaiming "Deal!"

bigwishes

Bulked Up

Ryan sat in the sauna listening to his stomach grumbling once again.

He had been cutting just under 2 months and it was starting to become unbearable, His abs were starting to look incredible and the veins on his arms made him look like a giant however his constant grumbling stomach made him question if he even wanted to stick to it.

Once again his stomach grumbled and Ryan moaned out of discomfort.

"fuck dude, I wish I could be full and not starving all the time, just get to fucking eat"

Ryan's could feel what he thought was a large bubble rising up in his gut, he didn't know what the sensation was but, he slowly stopped feeling like he was starving and started to feel more content.

---

Later that night Ryan was sitting on his bed, he expected to feel like he was starving to death by now but nothing, if anything he felt ever so slightly bloated, as if he ate too much for breakfast.

His body dysmorphia began to creep back in as he saw his abs starting to slack, looking like when they were only just starting to show at the start of his cut.

Ryan stood up and wandered over to the bathroom to brush his teeth before going to bed. He looked in the mirror noticing a few extra pounds and it was only confirmed as he pinched the side of his waste to see his finder tips fill with a grip of bulk season fat.

"err, i swear I was leaner by now"

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPPP

A massive belch suddenly blasted out from Ryan's mouth.

---

The next morning Ryan woke up and slowly rolled out of bed, something was weird, he was feeling, stuffed, like he had eaten 3 family dinners to himself, but his mind quickly faded from those thoughts when he saw himself in the mirror.

His abs were almost entirely gone at this point, his gut and muscled were bulked up and he looked like he had taken a bear mode bulk too far for over a year.

"What the fuck, how come I'm getting bigger, Ive hardly eaten anything!" Ryan's gut let out a loud grumble and his grabbed it with both hands gritting his teeth. His stomach slowly started to expand and his barely visible abs completely disappeared under his muscle gut. His muscles slowly got bigger and bigger too, although covered in a slight layer of winter weight. a pound of muscle for half a pound of fat. Bigger and bigger, Ryan had no idea what was happening to him, he wanted it to stop, months of work to see his abs again vanished in an instant.

By the end of it, he was a giant beast, you still knew he was a bodybuilder but it looked like he was on the ass end of a 3 year bulk.

He felt so heavy, he was the biggest he had ever been. You could still see his powerful muscles and core underneath the bearish meat and the moment he flexed there was no doubt in anyone's mind that he was a bodybuilder, even his abs powerfully poked out on the sides.

Ryan groaned as he rubbed his stomach, feeling totally stuffed. As he walked across the room to get a closer look his his new bigger body in the mirror he couldn't help but grab a protein bar from the box on top of his dresser and start eating it.

He flexed in the mirror, unable to even process he was chowing down on his 2nd protein bar within 50 seconds, all he really knew was he was big, and was so full he thought he'd never need to eat again.

As he swallowed another mouthful of double choc protein he felt it struggle to get to his stomach, like he was too full for anything.

"fuck, wish I could get rid of some of this pressure"

-uuuurrppp

Ryan chuckled, at the perfect timing of his words when he suddenly let out another ridiculous belch.

"uughh"

Ryan stumbled backwards sitting on his bed leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. He looked up at the mirror and his mouth cocked open UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPPPP!!!

a titanic belch echoed out of Ryan's mouth.

"fuck" he muttered as he mindlessly bit off another chunk of the chewy protein bar. Almost the instant he swallowed he let out another beast like burp.

---

Poor Ryan couldn't figure out the power his words had, he didn't know some guardian angle was following him granting his wishes to make his life easier and more enjoyable, but hopefully he works it out soon as the beast only had one wish left...

whet-dream

Big Phil pt 1: Hot Stuff

Ryan was nervous, he was new to Johnsontown University and let's just say he wasn't the best at making friends.

Ryan was thin, nerdy with good grades, and was very into sports or pop culture, at the risk of sounding harsh he was boring and knew it.

Despite this he had made a few friends with a frat and even managed to get in, well with the condition that he had to do all their homework and make sure their grades stayed on track.

Along with a fraternity membership cam free housing, there were a few big houses connected to shitty condos owned by some guy named Phil Biggs aka Big Phil.

The college ensured the frat houses stayed up to shape but sometimes pests from the condos get into the houses, not to mention them using the same shitty pipes.

The Frat decided to throw a party like they do every other night outside of the week, the only difference is Ryan was asked to stay for the party this time.

Ryan was nervous he would usually go hang out at the library with the only other friend Ryan had, Timmy, an even bigger nerd than Ryan was.

Timmy didn't care for Ryan's new "friend's" so usually only hung out with him outside of the frat house.

While setting up for the party, his frat brothers asked Ryan to make sure Big Phil fixed their toilet before the party, the Dean was on their asses for fucking up the pipes.

Ryan had called Phil twice every hour and every time he got some sorry excuse, I mean if he can't keep up with maintaining property why not just quit right?

Many hours had passed and the party had already started.

Ryan was pacing back and forth nervously, if his frat got in trouble again he knew he would be the fall guy, he couldn't risk getting expelled, he was counting on college.

Seeing his anxiousness, one of his fratbros, Kyle, the star player on their football team, not to mention the hottest, he practically ran their frat.

Kyle passed Ryan a beer, telling him to loosen up.

Ryan wasn't much of a drinker, he couldn't really handle his liquor, would always tap out after the first few sips of a drink, couldn't even handle a full shot of vodka.

As nervous as he was though, Ryan decided to take Kyle's advice, and took a few swigs.Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Ryan, already feeling a bit tipsy, stumbled toward the door.

Ryan was met by an older man, maybe early 40's, grey hair, strong hairy arms, and thick thighs.

The man had a big, hanging belly but thick, muscled pecs as opposed to sagging moobs.

"B-Big Phil?" Ryan asked, looking the man up and down.

"Um... Yeah, sorry I'm late, I had so many hours to take care of.

"Yeah I'm sure you did." Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

"Let me show you to the toilet."

Ryan led Phil to the upstairs restroom, drunkenly bumping into a few people along the way.

As Phil walked into the room, he immediately got to work.

Ryan could admit it, he wasn't himself at the moment, the entire time Phil worked Ryan made small remarks under his breath, critiques and vulgarities.

"Is there a problem you'd like to discuss with me son?" an annoyed Phil inquired

"Um yeah you took forever to get here, I almost got expelled because of you, I mean I know you're old and fat but your nasty ass couldn't have gotten here any faster? I mean if you can't keep up with your job, quit!"

Phil got up, turned around and flushed the toilet.

"There, your toilet’s fixed and y'know you won't look like that forever hot stuff, those beers are going to catch up to you eventually and I'd like to see where you get in life if you quit every job because it gets a little hectic." Phil says as he walks off coldly.

"And don't think I didn't notice you checking me out when I opened the door you creep!" Ryan shouted as Phil walked away.

"That was weird." Ryan thought to himself, "I can't believe I said that, and what did Phil mean by all that shit he said?"

As Ryan left the restroom and reentered the party he noticed his beer bottle was empty.

"Hmpph that's weird I don't remember finishing this." Phil thought to himself, setting the bottle down.

Without even noticing he had already picked up another bottle and began downing it, finishing It in seconds.

It was strange Ryan felt dehydrated and it seemed that only beer could quench his thirst but as soon as he finished one, his mouth instantly became dry again.

One after the other Ryan began to lose track of how many beers he had drank, everything started to become a blur.

He thinks he remembers a few of his frat brothers telling him to slow down.

It was odd Ryan could almost swear his belly had become bigger, jigglier, furrier.

Beer after beer, shot after shot, eventually Ryan had backed out.

Ryan heaved himself from his bed that morning, a little dizzy from the night before, noticing his belly jiggled a bit as he moved but he wasn't fat...right?

Ryan was unable to resist the urge and walked to the fridge, downing three beers back to back as he stood in the door and packed four six packs into his backpack.

Ryan went to his room and attempted to put on the pants he had on the night before but for some reason they wouldn't fit, weird right?

Ryan instead put on a pair of sweatpants that were three sizes too big he would wear around the house on laundry day, but they fit perfectly.

"Hmph." Ryan thought to himself. "must've shrunk in the wash."

Finally ready, Ryan slipped his feet into his slides and headed out the door.

"Man last night was blur." Ryan thought to himself, downing another beer.

Ryan could almost swear his belly pushed out a little even more, not just like it was full but like he was actually getting fatter, but that can't be possible...can it?

Ryan remembered that he was supposed to meet Timmy in the library to study and quickly turned around to head there, downing another beer along the road.

Ryan felt his shirt riding up his belly even more, why is his shirt so small I mean he's a fat guy and damn proud of it, oh that's right he borrowed Kyle's shirt he got too drunk and barfed everywhere last night duh, he laughed to himself.

Ryan felt himself growing sweatier and sweatier and his breath growing heavier and shorter, "he didn't used to get this winded just walking down the road to the library did he?" Thought Ryan as he removed his shirt.

As Ryan walked into the library he heaved and rested against a desk to catch his breath and feel the cool air conditioning.

As Ryan walked up to Timmy he noticed his friend roll his eyes.

"Um everything OK?" asked Ryan, confused.

"Look, I'm not doing your work for you anymore, your broke ass isn't even paying me anymore, you're just going to have to fail, sorry bud."

What Ryan thought to himself, was this right? I mean it sounded right, he was broke, he was lazy, I guess he was dumb too.

"Oh-OK sorry bro." Ryan said.

"And your breath smells like pure liquor not to mention your body odor, did you even bathe today or put on deodorant?"

"Oh no, sorry bro haha, I guess I just forgot hehe" Ryan giggled, nearly choking on the beer he was drinking

"god I can't wait till you drop out." Timmy said with an eye roll.

"Just look at your fat ass you've put away two beers and are already getting started on your third. Did you even realize you're not wearing a shirt or that you're over an hour late to your class?"

"Huh?" Ryan said dumbly, looking up from his bottle.

"Oh!" Ryan shouted as he realized, rushing out of the library to his next class, slipping his shirt back on.

As Ryan was running he felt a sharp pain in his back.

"Ouch!" Ryan exclaimed, clutching his lower back, not paying attention to where he was going, he bumped into someone.

"Watch it old man!"

"Old man?" Ryan thought. "I'm not...that old right?

Ryan stopped by a window to look at his reflection, he did look older, much older, at least his early 50's.

Why had Ryan been so confused today? He couldn't understand anything.

Ryan began to drink the beers in his backpack and blacked out on the bench he was sitting on.

As he awoke, checking his phone, Ryan realized it was now the next morning and he was drenched in sweat.

Ryan stood up groggily, slipping the drenching shirt from his body, nearly toppling over, he had never felt so heavy, or wide, or dirty, or dumb.

He was still confused but maybe things would start making sense once he got home.

Ryan realized his key no longer fit his frat house and for some reason read 306.

Before he could react the frat house door swung open.

"Ugh" the boys said, rolling their eyes.

The door closed and a few minutes later Kyle came out.

"Look dude I let you suck my dick ONE time you have to let it go."

Kyle said in a hushed but aggressive tone as he shoved a six pack of beer in Ryan's arms.

"Oh-OK" said Ryan, still confused but accepting.As Ryan began to walk away Kyle stopped him and pulled him close kissing him deeply and rubbing his belly.

"Fuuuuck" Kyle moaned as he grinded his crotch against Ryan's

"I-I can't do this!" Kyle exclaimed as he ran back to his frat house.

Still confused Ryan made his way to condo 306 hoping that's what his key was for, and he was right.

As he walked into the condo, he was met with a sense of calmness, the fog and blurs started to dissipate.

Ryan finally understood.

He is a college dropout. He is unemployed.

He is dirty and gross, he looked around his messy apartment and smelled his dirty pits, sitting down in a broken relaxer, releasing a fart, reveling in his dirtiness.

Ryan was an old creep that liked to watch the hot college boys walk across campus, that Kyle boy was someone that finally gave him a chance, to let such a disgusting creep as himself suck such a perfect cock.

Ryan pulled out his dick and began to message it, turning on porn but was interrupted with a knock at the door.

Ryan got up to answer the door, his boner still sticking out of his stained boxers.

Everyone around here knew he was a creep they're knocking on his door at their own risk, why should he cover up his body in his own home? Ryan thought to himself.

Ryan was met with the appearance of Big Phil, one of his best friends, who met him with a big embrace.

"Finally here to fix the toilet?" Ryan asked.

"Oh we both know you don't care about that!" Phil retorted with a chuckle as the two burst out in laughter.

"No, I'm here for my payment and we both know you don't have any money. You quit every job you get, and spend all your money on porn, beer and greasy food."

"Like a real man!" Ryan laughed as he got on his knees unzipping Phil's pants, pulling out the thick cock and began sucking.

"You know-" Phil began. "That Kyle boy, I believe he had a crush on you before I transformed you, I didn't expect my magic to turn him into a chubby chaser haha! He's kind of cute too, too bad he's such a jerk...I think I'll use my powers on him next."

All Ryan could do to reply is moan, Phil knew he wouldn't be able to comprehend anything he was saying, not that he could comprehend much of anything anymore.

Ryan may be dumb as rocks but Phil will admit he's going to make a great sex pig.

flabboys

thomass05

How the tshirt used to fit

How the shirt fits now ❗️

Soon it won’t be able to cover that belly

nwukchubgutmuscle

Belly rub

rotguttheclown-deactivated20250

When Zeke was invited to this gay pool party he wasn’t sure what to expect. He was only 23, fresh out of college, and was only just now accepting that he was homosexual. He downloaded a dating app, just to see, hoping he could find someone who liked him.

It startled him when he matched with another man right away. Though he was always confident in his looks, his boyish features. He figured they’d probably call him a “twink” in gay social groups. He wasn’t sure whether to find it bad or not. The man on the other end, named Kyle, was pretty charming though he thought. Particularly his handsome face. When he told him that he was just now coming out of the closet, Kyle suggested they should go to a local gathering, to help him get experience. Zeke was nervous, but still accepted the invite.

A day later, when he got to the pool, he wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but was still shocked to find it full of fat older guys. Huge, burly men, with graying hair and beards. Their blubbery bodies jiggling with each step. He wondered if these were what were called “bears”.

Suddenly one man came over to him, middle-aged and completely bald, “Ah, you must be Zeke. I recognize you from the app.”, Zeke was surprised, since he hadn’t talked to anyone except Kyle, only for the man to introduce himself, “You remember me right? I’m Kyle.”, “K-Kyle?” Zeke stammered in shock. This guy wasn’t the handsome jock he’d chatted with all night. Did he just get catfished?

“You, uh… look different than your profile picture.” Zeke muttered, as Kyle looked at him, perplexed, until he seemed to understand, “You mean my old profile pic? Your memory must be getting bad dude, that was from over twenty years ago.”, “Twenty years?” Zeke said in disbelief… Only, was it? He couldn’t remember too well. What did Kyle look like back then?

He scratched his chin, starting to feel fuzz crop up, “Shit, I can’t remember.” Kyle chuckled at Zeke’s confusion, “At your age it’s only natural to forget certain things like that.” His age? What did he mean? He was only…

Zeke felt strange, he couldn’t remember how old he was. “What is it… am I 43?” He asked, as Kyle grinned, “Yep, same as me dude.” He said, placing a hand on Zeke’s belly, “Only a lot bigger. Maybe you oughta have spent more time working out than pigging out.” He said as he began to rub. Zeke moaned, something about another man rubbing his fat belly felt so right. Wait, was he always fat? He looked down, just in time to see his gut start to bulge, swelling as Kyle rubbed and played with it, until he couldn’t even see his feet anymore. And yet, somehow it just felt so right, so natural. “Heh, well, you know me. I love to eat.” He said, uncontrollably and somewhat groggily as his head became foggy. Kyle rubbing his big belly really made him tired too. He groaned, as massive fart blasting from his rear. All that eating he did sure made him gassy too, not that Kyle minded. “Nice one dude.” He chuckled, as Zeke closed his eyes, moaning as he savored the sensation of Kyle cuddling him, and his own stench, even lifting a flabby arm up to take a whiff of his own armpit.

Soon his swimsuit began to feel tight. He couldn’t wear what he did when he was a kid, he was a big man now. Suddenly he felt them start to change, growing to give him a bit more room to accommodate his flab, adopting a gaudy pattern, perfect for the ‘fat, gay tourist’ look he wanted to achieve. When Zeke opened his eyes a bit, he saw his lover rubbing sunscreen on his gut. “We don’t want you getting sunburned big guy.” He grinned, leaning down to kiss his favorite part of his husband. Zeke was so lucky to have found a man who’d take care of him like this, even in spite of his stink and his frequent memory lapses. “Love you too big guy.” He said happily, hugging him, and letting out another pungent fart as he did, before they got ready to enjoy the pool together.

thatonebigchub

Holy shit…

bigfatbob4you

Good golly Ms. Molly, that’s a blow up glow up.

garlicbrednmore

I want to relinquish all control over my own body to some rich feeder who only sees me as a plump sex toy.

They feed me, house me, provide for me and all I have to do is submit myself to their control. Make a complete pig out of myself 24/7.

I have to stuff myself to the brim daily, my belly taut - stuffed painfully full.

I must be naked at all times so that my consistent growth can be admired.

I am required to be available for their use at all times, my mouth, my widening ass, my belly button as it grows ever deeper. I would say my dick, but under this arrangement that will disappear under my fat pad pretty quickly.

curious32s

Special Bear Jizz

The guy on the left use to be a skinny twink until the bear on the right topped him. He rested his soft belly on the twinks lower back and filled him up with his bear jizz. He’s definitely not a twink anymore after that experience.

magicfatman1

Also this i took earlier and i had to share cause like bruh

magicfatman1

5 year difference, although admittedly i wasnt trying to gain seriously for most of that lol, like 80lbs of that was just last year

Little bit of censoring cause its more obviously visible this time and i dont need my tumblr getting banned 😂

swapperooo

THAT SHOWBIZ BABY!

PART 1

Sa ilalim ng nakakasilaw na spotlight ng Araneta Coliseum, may isang pangalan lang ang sinisigaw ng libo-libong tao: KENJI.

Sa gitna ng stage, pawis na pawis pero mukhang anghel pa rin si Kenji. He’s 21, at sa edad na ’yon, hawak na niya ang buong mundo. He’s the "Global It Boy," the face of every luxury brand, and the voice behind every chart-topping hit. Every time he winks, literal na nagkakagulo ang mga fans. He has the perfect jawline, the messy raven hair, and that mysterious gaze na parang binabasa ang kaluluwa mo.

"Mahal ko kayo!" sigaw niya sa mic. The crowd erupted in a deafening roar. It was the kind of noise that didn't just hit your ears; it vibrated in your chest, rhythmic and primal.

"KENJI! WE LOVE YOU! MAHAL KA NAMIN, KENJI!"

Pero sa backstage, habang tinatanggal ang in-ear monitors niya, unti-unting nawawala ang ngiti ni Kenji. The high was fading, and the reality was sinking in. He went straight to his dressing room, where his best friends—the "Boys’ Club"—were already waiting for him, lounging on the velvet couches.

"Ayan na ang Global Sensation!" Jax cheered, handing Kenji a glass of sparkling water. "Grabe ka, Kenj! Sold out na naman, iba talaga ang kamandag ng isang Kenji Alcaraz," pang-aasar ni Jace, his childhood best friend and fellow model.

"Bro, kahit siguro mag-basa ka lang ng dictionary sa stage, titili pa rin sila," dagdag naman ni Jax, ang resident joker ng grupo. "Musta ang concert, 'tol? Mukhang pagod na pagod ka ah."

Kenji forced a laugh, tossing his leather jacket on the table. "Pagod, Jax. Sobrang pagod. Pero worth it naman, ’di ba? This is what I wanted."

"What you wanted? Bro, you’re living the dream!" Jace said, handing him a cold bottle of water.

"Kayo? Kumusta ang normal na buhay? I missed this. 'Yung walang cameras, walang script." Kenji asked his friends.

"Normal pa rin. Review-review lang," Jax shrugged. "Unlike you, kami lang ang nakakakita sa 'yo na ganito ka-haggard. Sa TV, mukha kang diyos."

"Actually," Paolo intervened, pointing his camera at Kenji. "Kahit haggard, pang-Vogue pa rin ang angle. You have that 'spark,' Kenji. Parang hindi ka tumatanda, parang lalong nagiging... sharp ang features mo. What's the secret?"

Kenji froze for a microsecond, his glass pausing halfway to his lips. He forced a laugh. "Skincare lang 'yan, Pao. And maybe some good genes."

And a deal with a devil, he added silently.

"By the way, may after-party sa Revel later. VIP table is set. Are you coming?"

Kenji paused. For a second, he wanted to say yes. He wanted to get wasted with his friends, to feel like a normal 21-year-old for once. But then, he felt a familiar vibration in his pocket. Not a phone notification—it was a physical chill that crawled up his spine.

"Maybe next time, guys," Kenji said, his voice dropping an octave. "Meron akong... private meeting."

"Meeting at 11 PM? Si Manager na naman ba 'yan?" tanong ni Jax, frowning. "Masyado ka na nilang ginagawang kabayo, Kenj. You need to breathe."

"It’s not my manager," Kenji muttered, eyes fixed on the floor. "I'll see you guys tomorrow, okay? I’ll make it up to you."

The guys looked at each other, confused. Ever since Kenji blew up three years ago, he’d have these moments—moments where he’d just shut down and disappear. They called it "Showbiz Mystery," but for Kenji, it was a debt he had to pay.

Inside the black tinted SUV, Kenji leaned his head against the cool leather seat, closing his eyes. He was only twenty-one, but sometimes he felt like he had lived three lifetimes. He could hear the thumping of fans hitting the car's body as they crawled through the exit of the arena.

"Grabe, Kenj. Iba talaga ang hatak mo," his road manager, Shaun, said while scrolling through Twitter. "Trending ka worldwide. #KenjiManilaDominance is at 1.2 million tweets and counting. You’re literally the 'It Boy' of the generation."

Kenji offered a small, practiced smile. "Para sa fans naman 'to, Shaun. They give me everything, so I give them everything."

But as he looked at his reflection in the window, his eyes felt heavy. Behind the designer streetwear and the flawless skin was a secret that felt like a ticking time bomb.

By 2:00 AM, Kenji was back in his penthouse. The silence was a stark contrast to the roar of the stadium. He walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city lights.

"Enjoying the view?"

The voice came from the shadows of the dining area. Kenji didn't jump; he was expecting it. He turned to see a man sitting in the dark, sipping a glass of expensive whiskey.

Marco.

Marco was thirty-two, built with the rugged sophistication of someone who knew exactly how the world worked. He wasn't a celebrity, but he was the architect behind Kenji's meteoric rise. Three years ago, when Kenji was a struggling eighteen-year-old trainee about to be cut from his agency, Marco had appeared with an "offer."

"You did well tonight, Kenji," Marco said, stepping into the light. His presence was suffocating. "The world is at your feet. Just like I promised."

"Salamat, Marco," Kenji said, his voice dropping an octave. "I couldn't have done it without your connections."

"Connections? It’s more than that, kid. It’s the vibe. Yung aura." Marco walked closer, circling Kenji like a predator. "Remember our little contract? Three years of pure, unadulterated fame. You’ve had your fun. You’ve tasted the glory."

Kenji felt a chill. "I remember. Sabi mo, you'll help me reach the top. In exchange, you get to... 'borrow' my life whenever you want."

Marco smirked, placing a hand on Kenji’s shoulder. His grip was firm, almost painful. "Hindi lang 'borrow,' Kenji. Swapping with you is like a vacation for me. Being twenty-one again, being loved by millions... it’s addictive. Tapos ikaw? You get to see how I live. The power behind the scenes."m

"Are you... are you doing it tonight?" Kenji’s heart began to race.

Marco checked his watch. "Not tonight. Soon. I want you to feel the peak of your success first. I want the fruit to be at its ripest before I take a bite."

Marco leaned in, his whisper cold against Kenji’s ear. "Enjoy your body while it's still 'yours,' Kenji. Because when I pull the string, you’re just a passenger in my old, tired bones."

After Marco left, Kenji stood in front of the bathroom mirror. He touched his face—the jawline that fans obsessed over, the eyes that could sell out any product.

He remembered the desperation he felt at eighteen. He wanted the world to know his name. He wanted to escape the poverty of his youth. Marco had given him that. But now, every time he looked in the mirror, he wondered if he was looking at himself or just a vessel waiting to be filled by someone else.

He took out his phone and saw a message from Jax in their group chat:

Jax: Bro, wag mo masyadong galingan. Baka makalimutan mo kaming mga maliliit na tao! See you sa Saturday, basketball tayo.

Kenji started typing a reply, but his fingers trembled. Saturday. What if by Saturday, he wasn't Kenji anymore? What if the person playing basketball with his best friends was a thirty-two-year-old man wearing his skin like a costume?

"What have I done?" he whispered to the empty, luxurious room.

The "It Boy" of the world had everything—except the guarantee that he would wake up as himself tomorrow. For now, the puppet was still in control of his limbs, but the puppeteer was already warming up his hands.

Lumipas ang ilang araw matapos ang concert, pero ang pagod sa sistema ni Kenji ay tila hindi nababawasan. Imbes na gumaan ang pakiramdam niya, lalong bumigat ang bawat hakbang niya. Everywhere he went, may mga mata—mga camera, mga fans na nag-aabang, at ang anino ni Marco na tila laging nakabuntot sa kaniya kahit wala ito sa paligid.

Sabado ng umaga. Maaga pa lang ay nasa basketball court na ang "Boys’ Club." Ito ang weekly ritual nila—ang tanging oras na pakiramdam ni Kenji ay tao siya, hindi isang brand.

"Hoy, Kenj! Focus naman!" sigaw ni Jax sabay pasa ng bola.

Muntik nang matamaan si Kenji sa mukha kung hindi niya agad naitaas ang mga kamay niya. He fumbled the ball, looking dazed. "Sorry, sorry. Medyo kulang lang sa tulog."

Lumapit si Jace at inakbayan siya, pinupunasan ang pawis gamit ang jersey. "Bro, kung ganiyan ang itsura ng 'kulang sa tulog,' sana lahat tayo ganiyan. Pero seryoso, you look pale. Sigurado ka bang okay ka lang?"

"Yeah, okay lang ako. Masyado lang maraming iniisip para sa shoot mamaya," pagsisinungaling ni Kenji.

"’Yung jewelry brand ba ’yan? ’Yung Aurelius?" tanong ni Pao habang nag-su-shoot ng three-pointer. "Balita ko, big-time daw ang creative director n’un. Strict daw."

Kenji nodded. "Si Marco ang nag-ayos n’un. He wants everything to be perfect."

"Masyadong hands-on ’yang si Marco, ’no?" puna ni Jax habang nagdidribol. "I mean, he’s just your consultant, right? Pero parang siya na ang nagpapatakbo ng buhay mo. Minsan nga, pakiramdam ko mas kilala niya ang schedule mo kaysa sa road manager mo."

Napalunok si Kenji. Kung alam niyo lang, isip-isip niya. Hindi lang schedule ang hawak ni Marco; pati ang bawat hininga niya, parang may nakatagong resibo.

"Business lang ’yun, guys. You know how it is," matipid na sagot ni Kenji.

Nagpatuloy ang laro, pero hindi makasabay si Kenji. He felt sluggish. Tuwing titingin siya sa paligid, pakiramdam niya ay may nanonood sa kaniya mula sa mga sasakyang naka-park sa labas ng court. Ang paranoia ay unti-unting kumakain sa kaniya.

Pagdating ng hapon, sinundo si Kenji ng isang sleek, black sedan. Hindi ito ang usual na van ng agency niya. Alam niya na kung kanino ito.

Dinala siya sa isang lumang warehouse na ginawang high-end studio sa Makati. The vibe was industrial but expensive. Pagpasok niya, tumahimik ang lahat. Staff members scurried around, prepping the lights and the expensive diamond pieces that Kenji was supposed to wear.

At sa gitna ng lahat, nakatayo si Marco. He was wearing a tailored suit, looking every bit the power player.

"You're here," Marco said, checking his silver Rolex. "Ready to become a masterpiece?"

"Let's just get this over with," Kenji replied, heading straight to the makeup chair.

Habang nilalagyan siya ng foundation at inaayos ang buhok niya, nakatingin lang si Marco sa kaniya sa pamamagitan ng salamin. The gaze was heavy—it wasn't the gaze of a mentor, but of an owner inspecting his property.

"Alam mo, Kenji," panimula ni Marco, leaning against the wall. "Ang ganda ng structure ng mukha mo. It’s a waste that you don’t appreciate it as much as I do. You look so tired of being you."

"Sino namang hindi mapapagod?" bulong ni Kenji. "I don't have a life anymore, Marco. Lahat ng ginagawa ko, kailangan dumaan sa 'yo."

Marco chuckled, a low, dry sound. "That was the deal, 'di ba? You wanted to be the 'It Boy.' You wanted the money to fix your family’s life. You wanted the fame. I gave you all of that. Ang hiningi ko lang naman ay... ang katawan mo."

Lumapit si Marco at pinalayas ang makeup artist sa pamamagitan ng isang simpleng kumpas ng kamay. He leaned in close to Kenji’s ear.

"The jewelry shoot today... it’s going to be iconic. But after this, we’re going to have dinner. Sa penthouse ko. Just the two of us."

"Bakit?" kabit-kabit ang kaba sa dibdib ni Kenji.

"Dahil bukas, may big event ang Boys’ Club, 'di ba? Jace’s birthday bash at the beach club. I heard it’s going to be a wild night." Marco smirked, his eyes glinting. "I want to be there. But not as the 'old guy' Marco. I want to be the life of the party. I want to be you."

Tumindig ang balahibo ni Kenji. "Wait, Marco... hindi pa ako handa. My friends, baka mahalata nila—"

"Hindi nila mahahalata. I’ve been watching you for three years, Kenji. I know how you move, how you talk, even how you laugh. I know your secrets better than you know mine."

Hinawakan ni Marco ang panga ni Kenji, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Tonight, we swap. Consider this your first real lesson in being a puppet. You get to stay in my body—rest, drink my whiskey, watch the city. While I? I’m going to enjoy being 21 again. I’m going to enjoy your friends, your fame... and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find someone to break your heart for you."

Kenji couldn't speak. He felt a wave of nausea. Ang ideya na ang ibang tao—isang 32-year-old man—ay papasok sa kaniyang buhay at makikihalubilo sa mga kaibigan niya ay parang isang masamang panaginip.

"Smile, Kenji," utos ni Marco habang hinihila siya patayo para sa shoot. "The camera is waiting. Make sure the face I’m about to wear stays beautiful."

The shoot lasted for six hours. Every flash of the camera felt like a countdown. Kenji posed, he smoldered, he gave the "It Boy" look that the world loved. But inside, he was screaming.

Nang matapos ang lahat, dinala siya ni Marco pabalik sa penthouse. The atmosphere was thick with tension. Sa gitna ng sala, may dalawang upuan na nakaharap sa isa’t isa. Walang kahit anong ritwal, walang magic circles—just a silent, psychic tether that Marco seemed to control.

"Maupo ka," sabi ni Marco.

Kenji sat down, his hands shaking. Marco sat across from him, looking calm and collected.

"Pikit ka, Kenji. Isipin mo ang bigat ng katawan mo. Isipin mo ang lahat ng pagod mo... at ibigay mo sa akin. I'll take the burden. I'll take the spotlight."

Kenji closed his eyes. At first, there was only darkness. Then, a sharp, searing pain shot through his head. It felt like his soul was being pulled through a straw. He felt his skin grow cold, then suddenly, incredibly heavy. He tried to gasp for air, but his lungs felt... different. Bigger, but less elastic.

Ang pakiramdam ay parang unti-unting nilalamon ng lupa ang kaniyang kamalayan. The darkness wasn't just empty; it was thick, parang lulubog ka sa putikan na hindi mo alam kung saan ang itaas o ibaba. He felt a violent tug sa gitna ng dibdib niya, a spiritual anchor being ripped out of its socket. Every nerve ending in his 21-year-old body screamed in protest. Parang hinihiwalay ang bawat hibla ng kaniyang muscle mula sa kaniyang buto.

Then, the static came. A loud, buzzing sound sa loob ng kaniyang tenga na unti-unting naging isang high-pitched ringing. Kenji tried to scream, pero walang tunog na lumalabas. It was as if his voice was being overwritten.

Sa kabilang banda, naramdaman niya ang isang kakaibang presensya na pilit sumisiksik sa kaniyang dating kinalalagyan. It was cold, calculated, and ancient. This was Marco’s essence, flowing into his young, vibrant veins like liquid lead. Naramdaman ni Kenji ang kaniyang sarili na lumulutang—no, hindi lumulutang, kundi nalalaglag—sa isang mas malaki, mas matigas, at mas pagod na sisidlan.

The sensation was nauseating. He felt his height shift. Ang dating magaan at mabilis niyang reflexes ay napalitan ng isang mabagal at siksik na bigat. His heartbeat slowed down, but each thump was more deliberate, more grounded. Ang bango ng kaniyang paboritong pabango ay naglaho, napalitan ng amoy ng mamahaling tabako at bitter whiskey na tila nakadikit na sa balat ng katawang ito.

"Hinga, Kenji... o Marco? Sino na nga ba tayo?" Isang boses ang narinig niya. Pero hindi ito galing sa labas. It was a dual resonance, ringing inside the hollow space between two souls.

Sa huling sandali ng transisyon, naramdaman ni Kenji ang isang matalim na kuryente mula sa kaniyang batok hanggang sa dulo ng kaniyang mga daliri sa paa. It was the final lock, the clicking of the gears. The youthful energy that defined "Kenji" was officially severed, transferred to the man sitting across from him.

Dahan-dahan, dumanas siya ng matinding pagkahilo. The air felt colder now. The silk shirt he was wearing felt different—mas malapad ang balikat, mas mahigpit sa dibdib.

"Open your eyes," the voice commanded.

Kenji opened his eyes. But he wasn't looking at Marco anymore. He was looking at... himself.

Across from him sat Kenji—the 21-year-old superstar, the messy hair, the perfect skin. But the eyes... the eyes were wrong. They were the eyes of a man who had seen too much. They were Marco’s eyes.

The 21-year-old superstar was looking down at him with a smirk that Kenji never used. It was a predatory, confident, and ancient look. Nakita ni Kenji ang sarili niyang mukha—ang perpektong panga, ang mapupungay na mata na kinababaliwan ng lahat—pero ang ekspresyong nandoon ay puno ng malisya at kapangyarihan.

"Perfect," ang boses na lumabas sa bibig ng 'Kenji' sa harap niya ay ang kaniyang sariling boses, pero ang tono ay kay Marco. "Ang gaan. Ang bango. It’s like breathing pure oxygen for the first time in a decade."

Kenji tried to stand up, but his new body felt like lead. Tumingin siya sa kaniyang mga kamay. His fingers were longer, the knuckles more pronounced, and there was a faint smell of expensive tobacco and whiskey lingering on his skin. He touched his face—the stubble was rough against his palm, and the skin around his eyes felt tighter but more lined.

"M-Marco?" Kenji stammered. Ang lumabas na boses ay malalim, baritono, at may gasgas ng isang taong dekada nang naninigarilyo. It was Marco’s voice.

"Shh, Kenji. Don't ruin the moment," Marco said, using Kenji’s youthful body to stretch lazily, like a cat reclaiming its territory. Marco-as-Kenji walked towards the full-length mirror and admired himself, touching the smooth skin of his neck and running a hand through the thick, messy hair.

The 'Kenji' standing behind him laughed, putting a hand on his shoulder. It was the same gesture from earlier, but now it was the 21-year-old body doing it to the 32-year-old one.

"Look at us," Marco-as-Kenji whispered, leaning closer to the glass. "Ako na ang 'Showbiz Baby' ngayon. And you? You get to be the man who built him. Fair trade, isn't it?"

Marco-in-Kenji's-body said, winking at the mirror. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a party to prepare for. Maraming nag-aabang sa 'It Boy', 'di ba? Let's see if I can make them love 'us' even more."

Kenji looked at his own young face in the mirror—the face that was currently being 'worn' by a stranger. "My friends... Jax, Jace... they'll know. Hindi ka nila kilala."

"Oh, they know Kenji," Marco laughed, his eyes glinting with mischief as he practiced Kenji’s signature wink in the mirror. "At bukas, ibibigay ko sa kanila ang version ni Kenji na hindi nila makakalimutan. Relax, baby. It’s showbiz. Everyone is playing a role. Ngayon, ikaw naman ang audience."

Iniwan ni Marco ang penthouse, suot ang paboritong jacket ni Kenji, habang naiwang nakatulala ang tunay na Kenji sa katawan ng isang estranghero. Ang laro ay nagsimula na, at sa unang pagkakataon, si Kenji ay naging spectator sa sarili niyang buhay.

mr2swap

Maybe life as a middle-aged mall guard isn't so bad.

-Oh shit, “He” is here again! And… all my friends?- I said in solitude while I had half of a delicious and greasy donut inside my mouth, I swallowed quickly letting the sugary crumbs fall on my dirty blue uniform and my big greasy belly.

I moved as fast as my new body allowed me, I got up from my huge chair dropping a bunch of crumbs, the back pain disappeared from my mind as I walked to the door of the surveillance room to lock the door, and then I returned to my comfortable chair to continue watching the show.

I changed each of the security cameras to focus on those perfect bodies, their steps were arrogant, and their shirts were soaked with sweat, at no time did they stop looking at the security cameras smiling, or flirting with me through the computer.

They all stopped in front of the dairy aisle and one by one, they started removing their shirts. revealing their perfect, muscular bodies. I couldn't resist for another second, and I searched between my fat crotch to find my small penis. With the tips of my fingers, I began to jerk off while my gaze focused on my old body.

-Damn Bob... you're doing so fucking good with my body- in just a couple of seconds my security guard uniform was soaked with sweat. Maybe the smell of the sweat from this body was the worst part, but right now I didn't care at all, all I could think about was the show I was receiving right now.

The pleasure didn't last long, I was now a premature ejaculator, my hands were covered in the hot smelly goo, -Fuuuuuck!- I screamed with my hoarse voice as the last drops came out of my little cock, I had to admit it, this body had the best orgasms, and I was an addict, I let my thoughts wander as I caught my breath, and I remembered how this all started, how it made me addicted to all this…

One second I was lifting weights at the gym and the next I was in a disgusting and smelly public bathroom holding a phone with one of my Instagram pictures in one hand and the other was submerged in a thick layer of white hair holding an unknown penis… I had so many questions, but I wanted to rub my cock with this calloused hairy hand even more…

I still don't know how Bob swapped our bodies, every day I woke up in Bob's smelly fat body was a new nightmare, especially with the real Bob sending me erotic pictures and forcing me to masturbate in his body, it's amazing that several months later I'm actually enjoying my new life... I get hot selfies of my old body and my friends, and occasionally Bob sends me a video of himself jerking off to the thick, veiny piece of meat I used to have between my legs.

Maybe life as a middle-aged mall guard is alrigh, actually like my new beard!

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Hey guys, sorry for the long wait for new stories. The truth is, my life took a sudden turn and… I didn't feel up to writing anymore, but things are stabilizing now. This is one of my old stories that I have in my archives, which will be updated again soon. I have a bunch of stories I want you to see and some ideas I want to write. See you soon.