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[permanentswaps]

Family Accident - Dad's POV

Read the original story from multiple other POVs here: Big Brother, Little Brother, Cousin, and Uncle.

God, yeah, I broke the machine on purpose. But who can blame me? No one really seems to mind much, and why would they? We’re a family full of studs—my brother and I raised some truly fine young men. It was only natural that I'd want a taste of what they got.

The first time I swapped with my son’s boyfriend, it was out of pure curiosity. I just had to know what it felt like to get railed by the stud I raised. And he did not disappoint. Every moment with him was pure ecstasy. For three days straight, we went at it, and I don’t think I’ve ever had a more considerate and attentive top. The way he handled my borrowed body—taking his time, savoring every inch of me—it's something I still get off to thinking about.

But as incredible as that was, it didn’t compare to what I have now. My nephew's body was always the sexiest out of all of us. Shaggy brown hair, perfectly toned muscles, and a smooth, hairless chest that somehow still managed to look masculine. He had this natural tan that made every muscle pop in the right light. I couldn't get enough of admiring myself in the mirror, tracing every line and curve of this new form. Honestly, I have to thank my brother. All that money he made over the years went into letting my nephew grow up looking this damn good.

Slowly, I strip in front of the full-length mirror in my room, letting each piece of clothing fall to the floor. With every article removed, I see more of what’s now mine—my nephew’s chiseled abs, his broad shoulders, the defined arms that beg to be flexed. I fish my phone out of the pocket of my discarded pants and start recording, making sure to capture every detail. I want to remember this moment, to have something to look back on and relish. I run my hands over the smooth skin of my chest, down to the ridges of my abs, and finally to the hard cock that’s already standing at attention. No way this is going to be a temporary thing.

But then, just as I’m getting into it, I hear a knock at the door.

My heart skips a beat, and I freeze for a second, hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock. I clear my throat, trying to compose myself.

“Yeah? What is it?” I call out,.

The door opens, and there he stands—my nephew, in my original body from all those years ago. He wore it well. I have to give him that. He stands there with that seductive smirk on his face.

He leans casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. “Just thought I’d check in. You were taking a while,” he says with a knowing glint in his eye.

I can’t help but smirk back. “Well, you know how it is. Takes time to really appreciate what you’ve got.”

He chuckles, stepping forward into the room. “Yeah, I guess I would know, wouldn’t I?”

I don't miss the way his eyes glance down to the mess I’m making of his former body. As he watches me, I start to stroke myself again, not caring that he’s standing right there. It's almost a game between us now, a test of who will break first.

“You wore it well,” I say, my voice low and full of amusement. “But I’m wearing it better.”

He smirks, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes, a mix of jealousy and acceptance. “Yeah, maybe you are,” he admits, stepping towards me.

I walked around behind him, a newfound swagger in my now much younger stride. His posture stiffened as I approached, though he tried to maintain a cool demeanor. I couldn’t help but smirk as I placed my hands on his shoulders. “Feels strange, doesn’t it?” I said softly, beginning to knead his tense muscles. “Being in your dad's body after all these years?” My fingers dug in deeper, working into the knots that lined his shoulders and neck.

A small sigh escaped his lips despite himself. “You’re tense,” I murmured, enjoying the way his eyes fluttered shut for a brief second. “Your body did always carry stress right here, didn't it?” I let my hands roam lower, tracing the familiar lines of his chest.

Flexing my own muscles, I caught his gaze in the mirror. “You miss this, huh?” I asked, my voice full of knowing amusement. I leaned in, letting him see the way my biceps bulged with each movement. “This power, this youth. I bet it eats at you, seeing me in what should be yours.”

He didn't reply right away, but I could see the lust behind his eyes. “Yeah,” I continued, hands moving to his chest, grazing the defined pecs. I gave a little squeeze, feeling the firm muscles beneath my grip. “You feel that? That’s all mine now.”

I chuckled, sliding my hands down to his waist. I stepped back, peeling off my underwear. I watched him from behind, relishing the way his breath caught as I moved closer again, pressing my hard cock against his ass. He didn’t move away—instead, he shifted slightly, allowing me to grind into him.

Reaching around to slide a hand down the front of his waistband, my fingers trailed teasingly over his entrance. He sucked in a sharp breath, and his eyes fluttered closed as I pushed a finger inside him, slow and deliberate.

With a deep, guttural moan, he flipped me around and onto the bed with a strength that made my breath hitch. Before I could even process it, he buried his face between my cheeks, eating me out with a fervor that made my whole body shudder.

I gasped, clutching the sheets, my toes curling as he explored every inch of me. Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pinned me down against the mattress, spreading my legs wider. I felt the head of his cock teasing at my entrance, and then, with one forceful thrust, he slid inside me, filling me completely.

I squirmed beneath him, my body arching involuntarily. “God, yes!” I cried out, the pleasure almost too intense.

He leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear. "I want to stay like this," he growled, his voice thick with lust as he pounded into me, each thrust more demanding than the last. "Now, tell me you want to stay, too."

“Yes,” I gasped, my mind going hazy from the pleasure. “I want to stay...”

"No," he hissed, thrusting harder, forcing a moan from my lips. "Say it right. Say, 'I want to stay in our new bodies, uncle.'"

The words stuck in my throat, my heart pounding with each relentless motion of his hips. But then, as he drove deeper, they tumbled out of me. "I... I want to stay in our new bodies, uncle," I moaned, feeling the weight of what I was saying.

"Good," he muttered, his rhythm becoming erratic as he neared his peak. He pinned me down even harder, his grip on my hips bruising as he thrust into me with a final, shuddering groan. I felt him release inside me, the heat of his cum flooding through me, sending a shiver down my spine.

As he collapsed against my back, breathing heavily, a realization washed over me. I wasn’t the only one who wanted this. He pulled out slowly, and I could feel his seed dripping from me.

[onelinerbust]

Since these two fucking bullies wouldn't leave the park to let my little bro and his friends play around, I decided that me and my best friend Dennis might have the right solution on how to watch our younger siblings play around while us still having the fun we wanted

Let's just say, Dennis really smelled good this time wearing Eau de Connor's while I enjoyed making this homophobic asshat savored the taste of his own bestfriend's salty pits and cigarette-infused saliva as I kissed Connor on the lips wishing. Our younger brothers and their friends cooed at us as we kissed and we just smiled back at them wishing that this won't be a one-time event. Well, if these bullies remained being stubborn and acted like kings of the park, this is indeed something that might happen regularly

[beuxwhoyouare]

A Trade of “Equals”

All things considered, Enrique came out well balanced.

That’s no thanks to his father, a single father and businessman turned town mayor, Hank rarely had time to truly raise his son.

Enrique didn’t need his fathers attention anymore, at 26 he was a grown man in his own right but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to eternally carry around his daddy abandonment issues.

He had to be the parent to himself growing up and he learned all the valuable lessons of being an adult the hard way, on his own. His father was an avid weight lifter and Hank used that to his advantage to swoon voters. It’s a quality Enrique despised and for years kept him away from the gym himself. College changed all that and also finally brought him independence from his father. He found his genetics were perfect for the gym once he got started but he vowed to never be as hallow as his dad. But genetics are funny like that, even though some people resent their family, they end up becoming shades of them.

Hank may have been absent as parent in Enrique’s life, but he wasn’t absent as an authoritarian. All his childhood through high school, Enrique wasn’t allowed to date because anything could become a scandal in election season. Much like the gym, Enrique lived fast and hard in college. With new muscle came new looks, men, women, so many couldn’t unsee his conventionally attractive attributes.

One year into college, Enrique found his person…or so he thought.

Luis was Enrique’s world throughout undergrad. The pair were actually quite compatible and being together felt easy…until the world got hard. Graduation came and went but so did the real world. Like a ton of bricks the two had to manage finding jobs. Luis had a slightly easier chance finding work as a nurse aiming to being a practitioner, but a language arts degree isn’t particularly looked highly upon in the west. Enrique’s double major in Art and English loaned itself perfectly to a career as a teacher, but he didn’t want to teach. The unemployment period waned hard on the young couple. And that’s where we meet them now. Luis is determined to end things since Enrique can’t find his “thing” and he needed a partner eagerly pursuing a real career. Enrique knew all of this in the back of his mind but didn’t know what to do, a true indicator of the lessons his father never taught him.

Hank rode Enrique hard from a distance. Having other people relay how he was doing to him so that he could come down on him hard with tough love. But realistically the two men were strangers in each others lives.

The two were at their scheduled bi-weekly lunch. Saving face for the community of course, when almost like word vomit Enrique laid out all his life’s woes to his father in an attempt to build a bridge to the man. Hank rarely faced trials as a parent and his handling of this only showed that.

“I don’t know why you don’t just give Luis what he wants? You’re 26 years old for Christ’s sake. At some point you have to grow up and be a man.” the patriarch sternly stated at the fine dining restaurant.

His son wanted to erupt but a life of conditioning not to lash out in public led him to hold back….until the ride back to Enrique’s place. For appearances, Hank always made sure they took a car service together so they looked perfect to the community. Inside that car, Enrique aptly reacted after the humiliation ritual at the restaurant.

“I don’t know what your problem is but you’re not much of a parent, let alone someone I care about enough to sit there and be spoken to that way. I know there’s things I could do better but I’m doing the best I can. Maybe if you had been there for me as much as you pretend to be for your constituents I’d be living the perfect life you always envisioned for me. Sorry for not being the perfect alpha male son you dreamed of you hunk of meat.” the two men stared eye to eye locked in a sulking war of glares.

A tense air remained as they sat in silence. Right as their ride reached its end, Hank chimed in finally but only barely under his breath.

“I wish you just understood that I’m trying to help.”

“Yeah, well I wish you helped me when I actually needed you.”

The car stopped and Enrique left to return to his home. Both men felt tired and decided to take a nap when they reached their respective beds but they woke to find their wishes didn’t fall on deaf ears.

Luis barged into the bedroom and began pacing. Hank was awakened by the door slamming against the wall as he tried to focus his new younger eyesight and connect the dots of what was happening

“Alright, this is it. I’m done going through the motions, we need to end this Enrique.”

Hank may have seemed like a hunk of meat to his son, but it took brains to know how to work out, become desirable, and levy all that to get votes. He began deducing what was happening around him and then looked down to confirm it all. He was wearing what his son was at their lunch, somehow the two had swapped. Could it be the wish? The man slowly put the pieces together.

“Luis. You’re right.” the new Enrique tried to clear his throat as he tried to get used to the friendlier and softer voice coming out.

“I want to be the man you deserve. Let’s go out tonight, tonight’s the night I end this childish behavior and show up for you like a real man.”

“Woah. Maybe I should’ve been more vocal from the jump. If I knew this was all—“

Before Luis could finish, the new Enrique jumped to his more agile feet and over to his new boyfriend. Approaching him with a swagger he was familiar with in his original body but foreign to in this one.

The lankier man was taken aback by the sudden change in his long time boyfriend. Hank pulled him in for a kiss. He may not be gay in his original body but he hoped he remembered enough moves to swoon Luis all over again for his son.

Luis was swept off his feet and focused his primal energy into pushing his boyfriend back onto the nearby bed. Hank, like most men, was weak when it came to lust. He let Luis take the lead because he felt like any wrong move he did would lead to suspicion. But Hank underestimated Luis, who expertly yanked down his shorts and primed himself to bounce. The next few seconds were a blur for Hank until they became what felt like an eternal dance in bed. The new young hormones led Hank to first take a step back as Luis rode him expertly. Hank locked back in and took charge like the stallion he envisioned his son to be. Moana escaped each others mouths as they alternated positions for the next 47 minutes. Enrique may have been a late gymbro bloomer but that stamina was all inherited from Hank. Luis completed the dance with one more surprise, tightening to veer “Enrique” over the edge and that it did. Consummating their bond, the two laid in bed holding each other still tethered. They laughed and thought about going again, but Hank wanted to capture this moment first.

He was gonna save his son after all.

But meanwhile across town, the real Enrique was also rudely awakened by a loud presence. Hank’s chief of staff barged into the family home looking for “Hank”.

“Sir wake up! The reporter is going to be here any minute! Okay here’s some gear to wear. Remember we’re going for personable. You’re just a regular guy working out like any other resident. You’re staying fit so you can work out the voters issues.”

The tiny man spoke a mile a minute as Enrique tried to piece everything happening together. As he stayed dumbfounded, the chief of staff brutishly yanked the man to get out of bed and into the nearby en suite. Enrique was shocked to find his father in the mirrors reflection.

He quickly shut the door and locked it to keep the chief of staff out. The 26-year-old turned 48-year-old liked and prodded at the muscles he had seen his whole life. They were so taut and almost yearning to be flexed. He caught himself flexing and posing in awe in the mirror. He slowly replaced the existing outfit with the active wear his staff provided him. His younger hormones were gone so there was no primal urge to check what was happening down below. So he quickly got dressed and headed to the home gym to meet the reporter.

The new “Hank” did what he was conditioned to do. Regurgitate buzzwords he was told or overheard to leave a good impression. But Enrique was consistently surprised at the weights he could easily use all interview long. He was strong normally, sure, but this was another level.

He waved off his staff and the reporter after he was drenched in sweat. He closed the garage door and almost as if by muscle memory he lifted an arm and took a massive wiff of his own musk. That was all it took to finally wake up the hormones. The work out combined with the erotic swap, pushed Enrique to briskly jog to his father’s bed room. A full body mirror in the closet begged to be used. “Hank” ripped off the tee and shorts to find himself in briefs and only that. He quickly dropped it with a swagger that was foreign to him. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw his father’s birthday suit. It was heavy, well truly everything, everywhere was heavy….visibly. He used his freshly calloused hands and began pumping. He felt so tense as he huffed in and out from the workout.

The new Hank locked eyes with his reflection before eyeing every part of his new form up. Those biceps were truly a gift to see flex as he took care of himself. And what a gift the experience was. He knew he had stamina but the man that made him was something else. He lost track of time and watched the house darken as night fell. He bucked his hips as a moment of clarity washed over him. Maybe just maybe Hank didn’t have the worst of intentions. But then again, he made his life hell, so now was his chance to raise hell for Hank.

Enrique took pics without getting redressed before posting to his campaign account. Fan page coming soon, let me show you how I want to take care of your needs, voters. 😈 He typed clumsily. Oh this is gonna be fun he said as his free hand cupped the beer can appendage.

[nonotnolan]

Time to Waste

There wasn't much to do in Suburbia over the summer, especially if you were as unpopular as I was. Sure, I'd managed to collect several friends in college, but unfortunately we all lived in different cities. I wasn't lucky enough to be able to afford an apartment over the summer, which meant I was stuck back home. Discord helped counter some of the loneliness, sure, but it was the glacial pace of the weekday afternoons that was slowly driving me to boredom. So when I heard the doorbell, of course I thought it was some door to door salesman or something.

Instead, it was Dale-- the next door neighbor who used to be one of my closest friends... until he abandoned me in High School once the Football team offered him an "in" with the cool kids. "Can I come in?" he asked, scuffing his foot on the cement porch. I glared at him, trying to figure out just how much audacity he must have to be here after he made four of the past five years of my life a living hell.

"Alright, look," he said, staring intently at the door. It was uncharacteristically awkward of him, and it was throwing me off guard. "I know I was an asshole, and you're not obligated to forgive me. But I... look, one year in college was enough to show me just how unfair I was to you, and I... was hoping you'd allow me to make it up to you somehow? So that we can be friends again?" He looked into my eyes, and I could almost swear they were starting to water.

But how could it ever be enough? I scowled, crossing my arms as I glared at him. "So the rumors were true. You were outed as a gay man, and now everyone's abandoned you." I expected him to deflect, to get mad, to-- to do something!... but instead he just stared at the ground. I had gone too far. "Okay, yes. I feel bad for you, I do, but... do you have any idea how much hurt you caused me? That doesn't all go away just because you've also been hurt. Just what do you think you could offer that would make me forgive you?"

He tapped the side of his neck, just under his ear. "You've got a Swapper unit, right? How about I give you access to my body, no strings attached?" He flashed me a suave grin and he flexed his bicep. No wonder he showed up at my door without wearing a shirt, he wanted to make sure I'd noticed all of the muscle he'd gained over the past few years. "And not just for tonight," he added. "Neither of us have a job over the summer, right? You can wear my body to all of the local parties I've been invited to-- hell, you can score some pussy in my body, I don't mind."

I hated to admit it, but I was definitely intrigued by his offer. My v-card was practically burning a hole in my pocket, and being inside of Dale's sexy body instead of my thin, gangly frame would make that so much easier to deal with. I gestured him inside, and he flopped down on the living room couch just like old times. "I... okay, obviously I'm interested, but... what's in it for you?"

"Well, for starters, I'd get one of my close friends back," he said, smiling at me. "But also... you were right, I got outed. A lot of people are trying to freeze me out ever since I got caught in the locker rooms with Jeff. But no one has any proof, and the person who caught us is kind of an asshole. So I figure, if people see my body hooking up with women, maybe this whole thing will blow over. I'm not exactly excited to go back into the closet, but... locker room talk, you know how it is." He paused for a few moments, glancing over at me. "Well, you don't, but trust me. Everyone loves getting their dick sucked by some twink on the downlow, but when it's a teammate sucking dick, suddenly that's a big deal."

He must have seen the concerned look on my face, because he started to panic again. "Not that I'd be sucking dick in your body," he added, wringing his hands. "I wouldn't be any having sex in your body if you're not cool with it, that's disrespectful. I'd just spend the evenings in my room, playing video games. Promise. And I... if you want, I could also take your body to the gym, build up some muscle for you?" He looked truly desperate, and I had to admit I was starting to feel bad for the guy. The two of us, sitting here like this... it reminded me of all of the good times we used to have.

"Alright, I accept," I said, letting out a deep sigh. I wanted to stay angry, but seeing him in front of me, begging this hard... I didn't have it in me to reject him to his face. He reached out to shake my hand, but I stopped short. "I'm restating the terms. No sex or alcohol in my body, but I can have sex and alcohol in your body. You're cool with it, but I'm not. And no limits to how many parties I can attend in your body-- you can only deny me a body swap if you've got a family thing planned. Break either of those terms, and you're dead to me."

"Scout's honor," he said, offering his hand again. I shook his hand, and he wrapped me in a quick bro hug just like old times. "You wanna swap right now? Mike's throwing a party later tonight, and I promised I'd be there. Maybe later we can catch up, play some League or something, but I figured for your first party, you'd want time to prepare." I couldn't help but laugh. Even after all this time, he knows me so well.

And that's how I found myself standing in the middle of Dale's room, checking out his body in the mirror and sporting a half-chub at how good I looked. I should probably be happy to have one of my childhood friends back, but... to be honest, I was mostly just daydreaming about all of the sex I was going to have in his body this summer. I've seen his Instagram selfies, I'm fully aware of what I'm getting out of this trade. I'm not about to let any of that time go to waste.

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"Dale, why did you swap with him? That body looks like ass." My boyfriend had invited me over to his place like always, but I had kept most of my afternoon a secret. I warned Jeff that I was probably going to be wearing my neighbor's body for most of the summer, and that was all that I told him in advance. "You told me this was a good surprise. Nothing about your neighbor's body is good."

I just rolled my eyes at him. I loved him, but Jeff could be so shallow sometimes. Here I was trying to give him sexy fun times, only he couldn't get past my borrowed face. "Look, not every guy can be as hot as I am, alright? It's still me inside of here. And don't forget that I wouldn't have to resort to lending my body out to my lame-ass neighbor if someone could take a cock up the butt without screaming his head off. Besides, you haven't seen what I'm packing." I dropped my boxers to the floor and kicked them aside, letting my new nine-inch coke can do the talking. He was struck speechless, and I took advantage of that rare moment to lay seductively across his bed. "I trust this body has your approval now?"

"Holy shit, yes!" Jeff climbed onto the bed next to me without taking his eyes off of my erection. "This dork is packing all of that?" he asked, practically drooling at the sight of it.

I gave it a few tugs, letting some precum build up at the tip. "I told you it was a good surprise. I've known he was packing a big one ever since we were in Middle School, but I never thought I would get a chance to enjoy it like this. Anyway-- I had to pretend that I wouldn't be having sex in his body, so I can't really do anything other than top."

"Fine by me," Jeff said, pulling lube out of the drawer in his nightstand. "I'll go back to being verse when you're back in your own body. If I've only got the summer months to enjoy this massive cock, I'm not about to let any of that time go to waste."

[racialtransformations]

“This Not Me”

I woke up to the sound of clanging weights and an unfamiliar, strong scent of sweat. Confused, I opened my eyes to a bustling gym instead of my usual bedroom. My reflection in a nearby mirror showed a handsome muscular Asian man – a stark contrast to my skinny, white self. My eyes were immediately drawn to the well-defined muscles. The chest was broad and with bulging pectorials. "What the...? This not me," I muttered, staring at the stranger in the mirror. My name was Mervin, a geeky guy who loved computers, but now, I was somehow this man named Hao Zheng.

I attempted to articulate my thoughts, but I quickly noticed a struggle with language. "Why talking so haawd? Eng... Eng-rish words not come out light." I muttered, feeling not just a struggle with language but a slowness with my thoughts. Simple sentences felt like puzzles I had to piece together. "My voice... sound so low. Deep, with accent. Bù kě sī yì!" Ideas and concepts that I would normally process in English were now forming in Chinese, making me feel even more disconnected from myself.

As I tried moving around with my new heft, I felt an uncomfortable body odor emanating from me. The scent was overpowering, and pungent. My mind was clouded, and I found it hard to focus on anything other than lifting weights. "Lift more, tink less," I heard myself saying. “No pain, no gain. Duì ma?” I find myself fist bumping some Hispanic bodybuilders who I could only assume were gymmates.

Exhausted from the workout, I trailed behind my gymmates. "We go work now, lift real stuff," one of them said with a Puerto Rican accent, slapping me on the back. I nodded, trying to fit in, but inside, I was screaming. I discovered Hao Zheng was a construction worker, a life different from my own. Looking down, I saw hands that were rough and calloused, bearing the marks of hard work.

The sun beat down on us, and I felt sweat mix with the dirt on my skin. "You carry this," a coworker said, handing me a heavy load. The words were simple, but my mind struggled to grasp them. "Yes, I carry," I replied, my voice sounding foreign to my own ears. "Why so slow today, Hao?" a colleague asked. "Not feel good," I mumbled, unable to explain the inner struggle inside me.

Exhausted from the day's labor, I trudged back to what was now my home – a small, dingy studio that reeked of neglect. The odor hit me the moment I stepped in, a mix of stale food and unwashed clothes. The thought of showering in the cramped, unkempt bathroom was too much to bear. So, I simply let my clothes fall to the floor, leaving my dirty work clothes in a pile on the floor.

As I stood in front of the mirror, I hardly recognized the person staring back at me. The muscular physique, the broad shoulders, and the rough, calloused hands were still a wonder to me. For a moment, a sense of pride swelled within me as I marveled at the muscular physique. "This... strong body,"

Touching my face, I felt the rough texture of the skin, so different from my own. My reflection showed a face hardened by sun and labor, with a stern expression that seemed perpetually etched into it. I took a closer look at the scars and marks that adorned this body, each a testament to a life of hard physical work. "Maybe Hao Zheng not so bad," I whispered.

Not caring about the dirt and sweat that clung to my skin, I lay down on the small, uncomfortable bed with the smell of the day's toil surrounding me. I felt disgust, not just at the odor, but at the entire situation. "Wǒ shì shéi? How this happen?" I thought, my mind still reeling in confusion. The bed, with its lumpy mattress and musty sheets, slick against my skin. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the unfamiliarity of my surroundings.

Despite the smell and the discomfort, exhaustion quickly took over. As I drifted off to sleep, I clung to the hope that this was all just a bad dream. "我是谁？是Hao Zheng 还是Mervin？(Who am I? Hao Zheng or Mervin?) Please, let me wake up as myself," I whispered into the darkness.

[captainmalewriter]

No Escape From Cheating

Oliver Ashley hopped into his car and let out a heavy sigh. It was a warm August afternoon that day, and Ash would rather do anything else than spend his Tuesday getting verbally berated by his superiors for several hours. But despite his grievances, Ash knew there was no point in bitching and whining when this was the life he had signed up for a little over a year ago. All he could do was suck it up until his term of service ended. 

Ash never thought he’d end up serving in the army. He wasn’t the patriotic type by any means. What made him pull the trigger and sign the contract was his desire to start over in life. Ash’s life started going downhill ever since he graduated from high school. He dropped out of college after the first semester, was stuck working a dead-end job he hated, and was trapped in a loveless relationship with a girl he had grown to loathe. After a night of intense drinking, partying, and group sex with random strangers, Ash realized he hated the man he had become. He was disgusted by what he saw in the mirror, so he decided to make a few changes. 

Or rather, a lot of changes. Ash abandoned his old life in Oldeville and ran away to join the military. It was a drastic move— Ash was well-aware of that, but he felt it was necessary to get his life back on track. He took back control by giving up control. 

After yet another long day at work, Ash returned to his room in the barracks. He took a quick shower and threw himself onto his bed with his hands held against his head. The day drained him. All he wanted was to fall asleep fast and hope he’d wake up feeling refreshed. But as he laid against his pillow with his eyes closed, he felt a sudden gust of cold wind hit his body. 

“Hrmphhh!” Ash jolted in bed when it hit him. The pressure was unlike he had ever experienced before. The cold penetrated deep within his body, leaving goosebumps around his skin. 

Ash sat up and scanned his surroundings. The window was closed, and as far as he could tell, nothing looked weird or out of place in his little room. Ash wasn’t sure where that cold wind came from but decided he was too tired to really care about it. He simply ignored it and went back to sleep. But as he snored peacefully, the cause of the cold wind slithered out from underneath his bed. It crept up his bed and watched as Ash’s chest rose and fell with every heavy breath. Then, it made a nose dive straight into Ash’s mouth. 

“Ugh— AAAGH!!!” Ash gagged as the thing invaded his body. 

It slithered inside him at breakneck speeds. With every passing second, Ash could feel an otherworldly presence growing inside his skin. It sent cold chills up his spine. With one final wet slurp, Ash swallowed the last few inches of the translucent body invader. Naturally, Ash shot out of bed after what he had just experienced. He was sweating and breathing heavily as his hands reached out to touch his throat. His eyes darted around the room as he tried to pinpoint the cause but couldn’t find anything. Ash knew something very wrong was happening but had no idea where to start looking for answers. 

As his mind raced with possibilities, Ash’s hand began moving toward his family jewels. Ash watched in horror as his hand moved without his command. His hand massaged his junk through his underwear until blood started flowing into it, causing a tent to form in his briefs. Ash tried telling his hand to stop, but it wouldn’t listen. All Ash could do was scream in terror. 

“What the fuck is going on!?”

Hey Olie, did you miss me? I certainly missed you.

Ash swallowed a breath. He heard a voice echo inside his mind, but it wasn’t just any voice; it was the voice of his old girlfriend, Leah. 

“Leah!? How did you find me!? And what the fuck are you doing inside my body—” Ash gasped. He tried opening his mouth to speak again, but to no avail. He had been cut off from the last part of his body he had control over. 

Shhh! Not so loud babe! Your neighbors might hear us!! I don’t want to spoil our fun tonight while we’re together…

Under his girlfriend’s control, Ash took off the last piece of clothing he had on. His rock-hard member sprang up as soon as it was released from the mesh fabric. Ash then hopped back into bed with his legs spread wide open. He spat some spit onto his hands and began pumping his thick cock. For some reason, his dick was extra sensitive. The sensation of his warm, wet hand wrapping around it made Leah moan inside his mind, forcing Ash to moan alongside her as a result. Ash was humiliated after letting out such a high-pitched, girlish moan, but with Leah controlling his action, there was nothing he could do about it.

Leah!! Why are you doing this?

Why? Why!? Don’t act stupid! You know exactly why! You left without saying anything to anyone! Not even me, your girlfriend!! Did you really think you could just run away without any consequences? You really thought I wouldn’t be able to track you down eventually?

Listen Leah! I’m sorry for leaving you the way I did but can’t we just talk about this like adults? If it’s my dick you’re after, we can just fuck one more time! I’m cool with that!!

Leah uttered a loud cackle within Ash’s subconscious after he said that. Ash swallowed a breath. He had a feeling he just dug himself an even deeper hole.

Wow! Just how egotistical can you be, Oliver? You really think this about getting one last fuck out of you! Men are soo fucking easy, I don’t need to hunt you down across the country just to get some!

Well then why ARE you here you crazy ass bitch!?

Simple. I want revenge.

Revenge for what? For leaving you without saying anything?

Partially that, yes, but mainly for cheating on me. Remember that big party you went to the night before you left? The one you swore to me you weren’t going to go to?

Ash wracked his brain trying to remember, but once he did, he remained quiet. Leah was right, and he knew it. 

You said I was enough for you. You said there was nothing wrong with our relationship. You lied to me. You had me believing everything was fine, just to go off and party with a bunch of people! 

Leah tightened her grip around his cock as she yelled at him. Ash winced from the pain. He had nothing to say in his defense. 

I don't know what kind of girl you think I am, but I don’t take cheating lightly.  

Just as Leah said that, a second blob manifested at the foot of the bed. It hopped onto Ash’s foot and slithered up his leg.

Leah— What’s that? What’s going on!?

If you want a threesome so bad, then I’m here to give it to you. Oliver, this is Aaron, although I’m sure I don’t need to introduce you two. After all, he was one of the many, many people you were fucking that night.

Aaron slithered up to Ash’s hairy hole and brushed around the rim of it. His touch made Ash shudder from the cool sensation. 

Wait!! We don’t have to do this! I can—

It was too late for Ash. Aaron dove right into his virgin hole, causing both Ash’s to recoil from the impact. Leah continued pumping away at Ash’s member with a furious speed to her stroking. Meanwhile, Ash mentally shuddered and thrashed around as Aaron’s presence began growing inside his body. His hole stretched out to accommodate Aaron in his ethereal form. The feeling of Aaron rushing through his ass and into his body was unlike anything Ash had ever experienced before. It filled him up in more ways than one— overwhelming him with sensual pleasure until he was locked in a state of bliss. 

Once Aaron was fully inside, he and Leah took turns playing with the newly possessed body they now shared. They jerked off Ash’s girthy cock, flexed his hard-earned muscles, sniffed his armpits, played with his straight hole, and more. They had both been used by Ash as nothing more than a hole to fuck, but now with his body under their possession, the tables had turned. Now it was Leah and Aaron using Ash’s body to get their rocks off instead. 

Ash was knuckle deep inside his own ass when he finally unleashed his heavy load. Jolts of spunk came flooding out of him, landing all over his bed, walls, and even his torso. He was drained after such an intense tugging session, both literally and figuratively.

“Whewww!! God, that felt so fucking good! Now I see why guys are always touching themselves…” Ash said out loud. No doubt it was Leah using his voice. “Hey, thanks for your help Aaron! I never would’ve thought of doing something like this without your help!”

“Anytime! I’m just glad I got to get one back on this asshole too!”

Ash could hear both of them laughing inside his mind. He groaned.

“Well, I’m out of here. I’ll see you around!!”

With that, Ash arched upward as he felt Leah’s presence leave his body. He watched with relief as she disappeared through the walls. But he quickly remembered it was no time to celebrate, as there was still a second person possessing his body.

“Wait, Leah! Take your gay friend with—”

Under Aaron’s command, Ash’s hand slammed against his mouth. His words came out muffled through his hand for a few seconds, but then gradually died down. Ash settled down into a calm stupor. Then, an eerie smile began to form on his face.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Leah. Really, I should be the one thanking you! After all, I would’ve never found a body like this on my own…”

Aaron hopped out of bed to get a better look at his newly possessed body. He smirked as he rubbed Ash’s load into his skin, his fingertips running along the edges of his new ab lines.

“Oh yeahhh, I think I’m gonna enjoy being a ‘straight’ army hunk for a while. Watch out world, there’s a new Oliver Ashley in town. He’s hot, single, and more than ready to mingle!!”

[nonotnolan]

Bodily Betrayal

A collaboration with @vincentintheflesh -- He did amazing work with the photos for this piece!

"C'mon, Toby. You really aren't coming out to the bars with us?"  Matt was trying to guilt trip me for not going out on a Tuesday, and I was really starting to get sick of his shit.  Sharing an apartment with another gay guy had seemed like a really good idea at the start of the semester, but we weren't even halfway through the year and I was already regretting it.  It was fun to hang out with a party animal like Matt, but dealing with his antics 24/7 was exhausting.

"Look, I have, like... three different projects due by Friday, and if I want to keep my gym schedule I can't waste time partying or recovering from the hangover.  Maybe this weekend I can... the hell are you doing?"  Matt was patting my shoulder like he was showing me sympathy.

"You poor thing," he said, staring directly at my chest.  "He spends all that time at the gym pumping you up, and then he never does anything to show you off!  Who buys a sports car and keeps it stashed in a garage?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes.  "You're seriously having a conversation with my body.  Stop being weird and... wait, what the fuck is happening?"  I couldn't feel my body anymore. My hands lifted themselves up to my ears, only I wasn't the one controlling my hands.  All I could do was watch as my hands planted themselves firmly onto the sides of my head, and pulled.  My head had somehow completely detached from my body!  "Matt, what the fuck did you do!?"

He just grinned at my body. "Hell yeah!  Let's ditch Toby, and I'll take you out for a great time."  My body tossed me-- my head-- onto the couch, where I landed sideways onto the cushions.  All I could do was watch in horror as Matt lifted off his own head off of his slender, tattooed body and placed it on my neck.  "Thanks for the ride, Toby! Why you don't take more advantage of this body, I'll never know."  He started groping my chest as he moaned softly to himself, and I could see my body's growing erection strain against the fabric of my shorts.

"I mean, I gotta check out what I'm packing prior to using it tonight, right?"  I tried to protest, but I was helpless to stop him from fondling my manhood.  "Damn, Toby, this is gotta be at least seven inches!" he said, stroking my own cock in front of me.  "I can't wait to pick up some twink at the bars tonight so I can test this bad boy out! I'm gonna hit up your closet and borrow one of your nice silk shirts.  Don't wait up!"

Unbelievable.  The thought of that asshole taking my body out for a joyride and getting my dick wet had me seeing red, but what could I do about it?  I was just a fucking head.  He didn't even have the decency to tilt me upright before he left.  Although... Matt did leave his body behind...  If Matt could talk to my body like it was a separate thing, maybe the reverse was also true? 

"Hey, buddy," I said, trying to get the attention of his body.  "What say we help each other out?  How about you put me on you neck and-- hey, don't walk away, asshat!"  God, even Matt's body was insufferable.  "C'mon, man, I can... what if I let you use my mouth?"  It felt gross, like I was trying to negotiate with a drunken asshole, but at least his body had turned around. I would do anything to avoid being stuck as just a head on the couch all night.  "Yeah, man. Use my mouth.  You want me to suck your nips?  Maybe give you a blowjob?  I'll even make sure to throw in a good wank session later tonight.  Just don't leave me on the couch!"

Matt's body dropped his pants to the ground and started thrusting his junk into my face.  I wanted to be mad, but I realized that he couldn't actually see what he was doing. I opened my mouth as wide as I could, and eventually his body figured out where to position me so that I could give him the best blowjob. Without my shoulders getting in the way, he was able to position me a lot closer to the base of his cock. I didn't have much of a gag reflex as a detached head, which was good because I don't think Matt's body would have stopped. At least he wiped my chin off on his sweatpants after he came.

"Okay, you had some fun, so now can you-- oh thank God!" Matt's body lowered me down onto his neck, and suddenly I had control over his entire body. Honestly, my first reaction was just relief that I had arms again, but the longer I stood there, the weirder it got. Looking down and seeing Matt's tattoo sleeves was trippy as shit, and his body barely had any muscle definition. Credit where credit was due, his skin was much softer than mine. The man was lanky as hell, but I couldn't deny that he took care of himself in his own way.

I looked at my temporary body in the living room mirror, testing the firmness of my new ass with a few squeezes. I had a sudden impulse to try and protect what remained of Matt's modesty, but fuck that. For one, I'd already had his dick in my mouth thanks to how horny his body had been. But mostly it came down the fact that Matt clearly had no qualms about getting my body naked as soon as he could, so I might as well repay the favor. I pulled down the waistband of his sweatpants to see an average five inches of uncut cock. Perfectly serviceable, but it explained why he was so enamored with mine.

Was Matt's body going to get bored with me and pull off my head the same way my own body had? I didn't want to risk it. I decided to talk out loud as I looked at my new body in the mirror. "Don't worry, you tattooed fuck, we'll definitely spend some time messing around. I can't exactly wear someone else's body and not test it out! Especially when I know that fucker's doing the same to mine. I bet he-- oh, fuck!" My fingers brushed over my nipples and I could feel that shiver travel down through the root of my cock. "Is it ready for round two already?" I gave my stiffening cock a few tugs. God damn that felt good!

Was his body that much more sensitive than mine, or were the new sensations just more intense for me? I brushed the head of my new cock and damn near collapsed to the floor when my knees buckled. "I don't care why it feels good, it's enough that it does!" I started stroking it with one hand while my other hand pinched my nipples. Did I know where Matt kept his lube? Honestly, his dick was leaking enough precum that I didn't need it. 

Normally I would have found the thought of jacking off in front of a mirror to be a total boner kill, but seeing my head on Matt's slender body was actually kind of hot. I started picking up speed, jerking it faster and harder until suddenly my hand shot off and slammed into the mirror.  "Ow, fuck," I yelled, cursing Matt's boney wrists.  "How the hell did I lose grip on his... oh."  I hadn't lost my grip-- his cock had completely detached from his body.  I couldn't help but laugh as I considered all of the possibilities.  Obviously I was going to be giving myself a blowjob, but I had a few other ideas in mind.

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"Hey Toby, sorry for leaving your head on the couch all night," Matt said, finally coming up at 8:50 in the morning. He hadn't even bothered to get fully dressed after spending the night doing God knows what in my body. I assumed he left my good shirt in the car-- If he lost it to some random guy's apartment, I was going to be so pissed. If I was starting to feel a bit guilty about my plan, this just confirmed my resolve to go through with it.

I didn't want Matt to get suspicious, so I had his body put me back on the couch after I'd had my fun last night.  "You missed a good time last night," he said, rubbing his hands across my abs. "I met this absolute power bottom of a twink, and we... well, you and I both know exactly what the two of us did all night. I made sure to use a condom, don't worry.  Anyway, it's time to switch back."  He grabbed the top of his head firmly by the hair and yanked hard, pulling it off of my neck. Seeing him walk across the room like a headless horseman was unsettling, to say the least.

"I'm surprised you're giving my body back to me so soon," I said, glaring at him as he passed his head over to his body's outstretched hands.  Once his head was back in place, he reached down to deal with me.  I wanted so badly to slap the smug grin off his face, but I just needed to be patient.

He laughed at me, giving my nose a few honks before giving me my body back.  "Sadly, I think people would notice if my shoulders were suddenly twice the size as my old ones.  Besides, I know exactly how much time you spend in the gym to have a body this nice.  Nuts to that-- I'll just let you do the work for me!" I couldn't help but growl at that comment, and he responded by flicking my ear. "Easy, now. You can yell at me later-- I don't want to be late for class."

Once my head was back in place, I couldn't help but grab my pecs with both hands. I had missed this.  Feeling the massive slabs of meat under my fingers was so comforting.  I gave my pits a few quick sniffs.  I probably needed a shower after everything Matt had done in my body, but a quick spritz of cologne would have to do.  He was right-- we didn't have much time before class.

I looked over at him to see if he had noticed my revenge yet.  Based on the way he was palming his crotch, I think he had.  "Toby, where the fuck is my cock!?"  I had hidden his manhood in my sock drawer, not that I was gonna be telling him that anytime soon.  The fucker owed me.  Twelve hours of being dickless seemed like a good start.

I smiled back at him.  "You can yell at me later-- I don't want to be late for class."

[oliverorsomething]

He Looks Like He’s Having Fun (Part 2)

Part 1 | Part 2

Mason woke up with a small headache and a big problem. Two big problems, actually. One between his legs, and one lodged deep within his chest. His heart was pounding, his dick was throbbing, and, with the exception of his underwear, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stood up with some difficulty, and he felt heavier than usual. His head hit the lamp above the couch and he cursed under his breath.

He rubbed the sore spot on his head, and then he remembered exactly what he had done the previous day. He had swapped bodies with his jock roommate. His immediate reaction was excitement. He was in possession of the body of the hottest guy on campus, and he felt extremely powerful. He flexed his arms experimentally, trying to get used to the way this new body moved. It was unnerving. He seemed to hold so much untapped strength.

His attention was then drawn towards his lower body. Powerful legs, the size of his own head, with a crowning jewel that sat heavily between his thighs. He marveled at the road that the muscles of his abdomen carved straight towards his new dick. Like an arrow, pointing straight where he wanted to go.

He felt his new cock between his new hands. And for a second, he indulged in the foreign pleasure of exploring another man’s most intimate places. He felt like his crotch demanded his full attention, blood rushing to fill the monstrous appendage. He fondled it through the boxers he was wearing, and when that didn’t suffice, he took them off and started pumping.

It was almost as if his stolen body was telling him exactly what to do. He had never masturbated standing up before, or with two hands. Though, granted, he’d never had a dick big enough to require his two hands. It felt like second nature, and he loved every second of it. He closed his eyes and let the motion overtake him. He started thrusting his hips and grunting like an animal, like he had seen the real Ian do so many times. He understood now why Ian did this so god damn often. It felt good. Really good.

He came in ropes, letting go of a huge sigh he’d been holding. He opened his eyes again to see the victim of his reckless actions; he had coated the floor, and the pile of clean clothes he had been meaning to put away after he got Ian kicked out of the dorm.

Shit. He had completely forgotten about that. He sat on the couch, legs wide open, and tried to remember what the hell had happened the prior day. He had blurry memories of jacking off and listening to elevator music. He had failed to consider that, if he swapped bodies with Ian when he was high, he’d be in Ian’s intoxicated body. He remembered his plan, and his laptop, and he started scanning the room in hopes of finding it.

He failed to find the laptop, but he did spot a plastic bag with something that would have probably had gotten Ian kicked out, without needing to swap bodies. He cursed his stupid plan, and he cursed his stupid, brutish body. God, Ian was sexy. Like the guys that pose unnecessarily dramatically for those magazines no one buys anymore. He found a pair of boxers buried between the couch cushions, and decided to put them on. They were dirty, and they smelled strongly of sweat and balls, and that got him hard again. His dick called to him, like a siren.

He tried to quieten the impulse. He took some deep breaths and placed a hand on his borrowed, chiseled chest. Once he had somewhat drowned the sexual urges he noticed just how tired he felt. Like he could actually collapse right there, on the floor, right on top of his own fresh cum. Is this what Ian felt like every day? He spotted the joint he had dropped a couple of hours ago near one of the couch’s legs. And he felt an overwhelming urge to take a hit.

Mason had never tried drugs before. Alcohol, sure, he even had a fake ID, but pot? He mulled over the idea, and every second that passed, the urge worsened. The crawled towards the edge of the couch, and as he was about to reach it, the door opened with a loud thud.

Stay tuned for part 3.

[alimpbanana]

Connecting with my Son (2)

(https://x.com/Maximus7871/status/1972699471910674648)

Around 2 am last night, I suddenly felt the urge to get a drink of water. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake up my wife and made my way to the kitchen silently. But as I was heading back, I noticed the light in my son's room was still on. 

I was planning to barge in and tell him off for staying up so late, but then I noticed that inside his room was myself??? Or what seems to be myself aggressively pumping his cock with a fleshlight. 

I can't believe my eyes as I watch the scene before me. The doppelganger is kneeling on a towel, loudly masturbating to a gay porno on my son's desktop. Around him is many spent condoms filled with what could only be presumably my cum.

Then the most surprising sentence comes out of "my" mouth.

"Mmmmm fuckkkk Dad, your body is just too good."

Wait... Dad?

Then a realization dawns upon me. My son must be a shapeshifter just like his father. I didn't even consider the possibility that my power could be hereditary! Just how long has he been able to do this?

My son and I have really never been close. I may be able to become anyone I wish, but that doesn't mean that I'm able to understand them. Little did I know that he was going through the same thing as his old man did so many years ago. Maybe it's time for some father-son bonding.

I take another look at the 40-year-old man fapping with the pocket pussy. I suppose it's about that age when he gets that urge. I feel something akin to pride? for my son. Y'know, maybe he can use some advice from his old man around this time. Like, for one, not assuming that just because it's late at night doesn't mean that nobody's awake. 

I sneak back to the bedroom so as not to interrupt his "fun." I guess I can overlook him staying up late for now...

[alimpbanana]

Connecting with my Son (1)

"Alright, honey, I'm going to drive Jack to school now."

"Have a good day, you two!"

The door closes softly. I wait for a bit for the sound of my wife's car starting. Then I sneak back into our bedroom. Then I start to transform. My muscles and stature shrink, as do my body hair. My features soften, and I can feel my voicebox physically change. Then I look down at myself.

I have a secret I'm hiding from my family. Over the past few month I've grown addicted to shapeshifting into my son to pleasure myself.

I've always been able to shift into any person I desire ever since I was a kid, but this is something I guard very closely. If anyone finds out what I am capable of, it'll surely errode any trust with me. After all, I could be literally anyone. 

 As soon as they leave the house, I retreat to our bedroom and spend a few hours as him with my wife's toys that she keeps under our bed. I know it's bad, but being in his body just feels so good.

[ppssession]

Short Story: An Interesting Tidbit on a Mystic Forum

Title: An Interesting Tidbit on a Mystic Forum

For those of us who enjoy stealing other people's identities—whether through possession, body swapping, or other means—most usually prefer doing it out of sight. But let me tell you, that’s not always the case. If you're skilled enough, you can pull it off right in the middle of a crowd

Take my own case, for instance. Naturally, my method of choice is possession. And to keep things interesting—and not make it too easy—I don't turn myself into a ghost or a slime to possess someone. Instead, I use a method that involves physical touch, merging, and then taking over

The setup was simple: first, you need a target. Today, my eyes were set on a young police officer who was busy directing traffic and helping out the public...

Let’s get the plan started. I blended into the crowd and finally got close enough to reach him. In the blink of an eye, I stepped up right behind him. A split second later, I thrust my hand forward, sinking it straight into his body. Before he could even cry out, I lunged forward, forcing my entire form into his

The critical moment here is gaining control as fast as possible. Usually, when entering someone else’s body, the host tends to groan or resist, drawing unwanted attention. But for an expert like me, I can take control instantly. The possessed body might stumble, its eyes might widen, or it might make a slight twitch—and in less than a second, I’m inside

Now that I’ve successfully possessed him, I spent a few seconds adjusting to this new body before acting like him and continuing the job

After possessing someone, most people immediately do whatever they want. Sure, I want to as well, but for me, I prefer to enjoy trying out the host’s daily routine first. Oh yeah, going to the gym is awesome when you're using someone else's body. And my absolute favorite part? Exploring just how good this possessed body looks. Wow, it’s such a rush taking off my shirt at the gym and snapping photos while inside someone else's body

It feels amazing. Now it’s time to have some real fun in this young cop’s body. I flash a sly, wickedly charming smirk before turning back around, switching my expression back to the host's usual gym face... End of post

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I'll try to post more often, haha. (*˘︶˘*).｡.:*♡

[etoilecyber]

Becoming Blood - Part 2

Read Part 1 here

It's been exactly two hours since Wesley had come home from his trip. In those two hours he had dumped his stuff, smacked me across the head, and then went to the gym.

Post trip workout. He'd captioned his recent post. The vanity he had was unreal sometimes. But that gave us enough time to prepare our ambush.

Considering that the Soul Cuffs that Caleb got migrates and mergees memories as information onto the soul, there were concerns that Wesley would end up being angry and confused when he's forced into Morty's body. And as excited as Morty was to take Wesley's place, he had hoped that his old life would be respected somehow.

Caleb... Or rather, Dad, ended up talking to Phil to make adjustments to the cuffs.

"These new ones should completely migrate Wesley's memories without leaving it in his soul's imprint. He might feel disoriented and feel that something's wrong. But it should pass after some time."

He hands one of the cuffs to Morty. "Of course, any memory of these body swaps will be carved out of Morty's body."

That should take care of any complications with Wesley retaliating.

Morty takes off his shirt and takes a good look at his body. Most likely for the last time as him.

"Are you sure about this?" Morty grins.

"Please. I've been sure for a long time. You've always been my brother as far as I'm concerned."

He lowers his hand over to his crotch and grasps it through his shorts.

"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited. You've seen your brother, right?"

I roll my eyes and groan. "Yeah, yeah. He's got the bod. Come on, let's get ready. Wesley's about to arrive at any moment."

~Smith Residence - Morty's Perspective~

I've always been fond of Jacob like a little brother. He was the first real friend I made when my family moved here. It wasn't long before his face was the only face I'd see most days because my parents are often out of town. And when they are home, they barely acknowledge that I exist.

When I first met Wesley, three things came to mind.

He's the one who keeps giving Jacob a black eye.

He really doesn't deserve what he has.

He is sexy as fuck.

The way those pecs of his squeeze tightly against those compression shirts he wears on a near daily basis? He must love torturing gay people. What a shame that he's a homophobic brat.

But we're going to change that. He didn't deserve that body. He didn't deserve a brother like Jacob. His trial run has ended.

It's time to correct this little error in pilots.

About an hour later, Wesley arrived home and stomped around like he owned the place.

"Jacob! Get over here and grab my stank ass clothes."

"Make me." Jacob was standing by the living room, his arms crossed. The sneer on Wesley's face pretty much said "Thanks for giving me a reason."

"A little too late to grow a backbone, my pathetic little brother."

He began walking over. I know Jacob must be scared, but he stood his ground as planned.

Before his hand could even reach Jacob's neck, Caleb had come around from the corner and locked him onto a chokehold.

"D-Dad? What are you-"

The zap from the stun gun echoed the room until finally, Wesley fell unconscious.

"Hurry. Before he wakes up." Caleb and I dragged Wesley's unconscious form onto the kitchen table, stripped him, and tied him down.

In full view, I can see my new home just waiting for me. He clasps the cuff on his wrist, causing Wesley flinch.

I walk over to my future body, giving his muscles a soft touch. Even unconscious, they were rock hard. I leaned over and touch his face. Soon, my face. "Thank you for keeping my body in good shape. I'll take it from here." I whispered, before giving him a kiss on the cheek.

I back away when he begins to stir.

"Mmm? What the hell?" Wesley struggled against his binds. "What are you losers doing? When I get out of this, I'm going to kill you two for-"

His body jerks upright as I clasp the cuff on my wrist.

"Initiating Soul Migration."

Wesley begins screaming, thrashing about in pain. It was way different from Mr. Smith.

"You little... fucks!" His force of will must be strong enough to let him resist for a bit. But eventually, he begins gagging. I could see the outlines of his soul start to exist his mouth before I felt heat begin to center on my chest. It felt like oil, or something. As if I'm about to puke out my own soul. I felt something crawl up from my throat and finally exit my mouth. I felt weightless, having been removed from my body.

Across from me, Half of Wesley was sticking out of his body, his soul wrestling to anchor himself to his former body.

"What's going on?" He panicked as he tried in vain to stay rooted before eventually being ejected. His body slumped down and he watched in horror as he's slowly being flung towards me.

"No, no, no, no, wait!" The collision of our souls felt strange. If we're non tangible spirits, why did it feel like I was touching his body for real?

"What the fuck?!" He screams, but no one but me hears him. His form is forcibly smooshed with mine. He could not move his limbs as his chest hits mine. I grab his ass from behind and push him toward me.

He grunts in confusion before his transparent dick colliding with mine, eliciting a moan from both of us. "Your time is over. You won't be harming Jacob anymore." I don't let him respond, just bashing my head at him and force our souls to phase through each other.

At the sight of my soul hands, I could see them morph into his calloused ones. I'm practically swimming as I force more of me through him. My head pops off from his back and I feel his angular head form on my face. His memories begin to surface in my head. All those times he was tormenting his brother. All that time spent bodybuilding. Quiet moments where he would think of his mother. That was the only good thing about his memories. Behind me, I could see his top half taking on my form as I take his pecs and abs from him. I felt his arrogance and confidence begin to meld with my personality. Something I should at least be able to temper. He cries out as we exchange dicks and eventually legs. His conquests race through my mind. Girls he'd meet. Guys that he he'd hide. He's been everywhere. Eventually, we finish phasing and take each other's form. My soul now rightfully Wesley Smith.

Behind me, The new Morty's soul seemed stunned before he's pulled in to my old body and me onto my new one.

The moment I felt air return to my lungs and I open my new eyes, I knew that I was him.

"Cut me loose." Caleb cut the ropes and I immediately run to the mirror.

"Mine..." I touch my new face, slowly inching down to every part of this body. I revel in my new, deeper voice. A smile creeps up my face. "Completely mine." I turn over to Jacob and ruffle his hair. "Looking forward to being your brother." He hugged me. "You always have been."

My old body groans, stirring slightly.

Caleb... Or, Dad now... and Jacob slowly walk to the front door.

"Why don't you two get acquainted. We're going to buy some ice cream."

I take my cuff off and walk over to the new Morty.

"You've been out for a bit, Morty." He looks up at me and then down at himself.

"What? Morty... I'm not... You're me? No... That's not..." I pick him up and take him to the bathroom. "You're not yourself. You must have had quite a fall."

"A fall?"

I grin, an evil thought coming to my head. "Yeah... We were just about to do something naughty... But you fell and hit your head."

I turn the shower on.

"Naughty?"

"You told me you were a virgin." I pull his naked body to the shower with me. "I was going to correct that."

Any more resistance from Morty had vanished as I let him worship my body. My former submissiveness and lust must be slowly overpowering what little of Wesley was left from his soul. The way his hands rubbed through my pec and torso... He gasped in awe as he stared at the monster cock that used to be his. The 9 inch tool growing at full mast hitting his modest 6.

I step closer and grab his head before mashing my lips with his.

His breath hitched as my tongue invaded every familiar crevice of my old mouth. I pull away and turn him to the wall, my massive hands slowly caressing his smooth back downward until I reached his ass.

I'll do him the kindness of taking away his virginity, the way I only dreamed as Morty.

The screams that came out of his lungs were unreal as I all but shoved my dick onto his untouched hole. The irony of a top like him finally taking it was palpable. Every inch upward made our breaths increase in pace. He all but bounced with every little effort I rammed into him. I pull his head back and suck on his neck as we continued. The cum he sprayed on the wall was astronomical. Way more than he most likely had in his former life. Which proved I was always the worthy owner of this body. Because the cum I filled his hole with all but rained out his ass. "Say my name..." I whisper to him. "Wesley." I chuckle, his lips once again violated by tongue as I kiss him once more. "You're damn right, Morty..."

~Two Days Later~

Jacbo's been way happier since we became blood family. The new Caleb still hung out with him, more than happy to forget he was ever the father. He decided to look the other way when we told him about what happened to Wesley. The new Morty had settled onto his role as my toy almost immediately. When I demand it, he's got a picture ready for me.

As a reward, I'd send him pics or even videos that he can worship and masturbate to at home. He'll never suspect I was mocking him with his own body.

Now that the natural order has been restored, I've just been living life and making sure to correct all of the wrongs Wesley has caused along the way. I certainly appreciate the confidence boost this body came with.

Life's good when you're Wesley Smith.

~ Hey! Etoile Cyber here! This part of the story was always the one I intended to write but got carried away. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing this one.

[oliverorsomething]

Only Parasocially

Peter liked his life, and his body. Sure, he wasn’t a multimillionaire with a sculpted six pack, but he was comfortable being the manager of a local restaurant. His dating life was okay, his apartment was okay, and his life was okay.

Recently, a content creator started showing up on Peter’s For You Page. His name was Brandon, he was 6’4, and built like a god. He posted pictures of his gorgeous body relaxing on sandy beaches, and videos of his tight shorts struggling to contain his massive muscles. He often talked about his life, the incredible trips he took, the local food he got to try, and the fans that he stumbled into every once in a while.

After a while, Brandon became Peter’s favorite content creator, and sometimes Peter felt like he truly knew Brandon, even if only parasocially. He knew the sound of his laughter; it was loud, and unapologetic. He knew exactly Brandon’s type; tall, lean men that posed for his videos in tiny, bright-colored trunks. He would often wrap his guns around their shoulders and pull them in while smirking at the camera. He knew the way Brandon talked. He had listened to his voice talk about an endless amount of subjects; the gym, his friends, taking care of plants, traveling, macros, and even his experience as a gay man.

Peter was straight. Totally straight. But he could still admire Brandon through his screen. And, while Peter was straight, he wasn’t blind. He knew Brandon was handsome, rich, and successful. Despite them being total opposites, Peter felt a connection, he felt like they were friends.

The night before his thirtieth birthday, Peter found himself stuck doomscrolling yet again. He was trying to distract himself. His life was good, he kept thinking, as if he needed to convince himself. He swiped a couple of times before he met eye to eye with Brandon. He looked excited and had a wide smile. He was shirtless, as per usual, and spoke a little bit louder too.

Peter stared at his little light box of joy as Brandon announced that the following day, June 22nd, he would celebrate turning thirty. He thanked his fans for their support and ended the video with his signature smile.

Peter put his phone down. What were the chances that both him and Brandon would have the same birthday? He settled into bed and stared at the ceiling. He felt off. Brandon was his age exactly. What was Pete doing with his life? He contemplated his own achievements. He could count them on his right hand. He ran his hand over his beer belly.

Maybe he didn’t like his life as much as he thought.

He had a rough night of sleep. He writhed in his bed and woke up with a cold sweat. He sat up on his bed and put one of his hands to his forehead. It felt strange. Like his hand was bigger, and rougher somehow. He decided he didn’t have a fever, but he should get some water before going back to bed. He threw his feet off the bed and felt them hit a soft rug. Weird, he didn’t have a rug. And he didn’t sleep barefoot either. He tried looking around the room, but the darkness made it impossible. That’s odd too. He didn’t have blackout curtains. He found his phone under his pillow, though it was seemingly smaller than he remembered. The screen lit up when he brought it up to his face, and the wallpaper didn’t match his own. He squinted at the phone and tried to make sense of it. He swiped up to unlock it and realized his skin was not the same color as before.

Peter was confused, and disoriented, and a little optimistic as well. He lumbered around the dark room with an astounding lack of dexterity, until he found what he thought were the curtains, and drew them back.

The room lit up immediately, and he blinked while his eyes adjusted to the light. What he saw made his jaw drop. He looked down at his body in awe. It was muscular and big. So much bigger than what he was used to. He lifted his arms and flexed, admiring the way his veins popped against his muscles. He was Brandon now.

He looked back at the phone which he was still holding in his other hand.

The phone was receiving texts from an unknown number. He recognized it as his old number. They started slow and confused, and then continued with an escalating level of urgency. He opened them. It was “Brandon,” who was asking questions like “who are you?” “How did this happen?” And “how do we go back?”

The texts got more desperate.

please man

you have my life

you have my body

we have to go back

He looked down at his new body. Then, he looked around his luxury apartment. His larger finger hovered over the text box.

You have blocked this number.

He didn’t want to go back. He knew exactly who he was now, and there is no way in hell he would ever return to his old life and his old body if he could help it. He sat down again. He knew who he was, he was Brandon now. And he didn’t need to worry about how to go back.

This would take some getting used to. The power, the body, the job… even his new found attraction for men, which he apparently inherited as well. Brandon didn’t care, though. He liked his new self.

[dailydoseofhunk]

[max-the-many]

Thought I give you a quick peak of my current body.

Got him this morning at a Café. What a start! Although it wasn'tme sliding in in the firsr place.

I actually went there with my buddy Jamie.

"Damn look at that fucker!" he said, pointing at him at another table, noticably restless and pretty distracted from this moment on as that guy sat directly in his eyesight.

A while later Jamie suddenly jumped up, patted my arm and rushed off to the restrooms. When I saw that the seat of that other guy was empty I jnew, what was happening, waited a moment and followed.

When I entered the restroom it was empty with one of the stalls beeing locked.

"Jamie?" I asked quitely, the klick of that lock beeing opened following as a rssponse before the door opened a bit. I pished it further, revealing Jamie, excitedly staring back at me, having that guy on his side with a numb look on his face.

I couldn't help but joining in, squeezing in, hardly able to close the door, diving into Jamies lips for a passionate kiss while my hand grabbed for that guy, feeling up his body, ending up in his crotch, all feeling noticably softer than he would have felt minutes ago.

"Hmm, he ist so hot! I love when u do that!" Imoaned inbetween kisses, starting to undress Jamie along with that guy, kissing and feeling eachother and that guy hollowing out until I could open him up in the back, helping Jamie to slide in, stroking him, his body, that hull as it covered more and more op him, kissing him one last time before I pulled the mask over his face, closing it up while I felt his excuted manhood, venturing over his body, feeling it while he changed, while his body was beeing adjusted, merging with that guy until there was no more difference, until he was fully changed, looking with me with throbbing lust, going in fot another kiss while I explored this licious body once more...

[malevessel]

WHAT ONE DOES FOR LOVE

Jordan had been working as a model for several years. It started as something casual but soon his beautiful Latin body became famous and brands raffed it off. He quickly gained fame and fortune, and it may have gone to his head a little. After years of care and training he had gone from the sweet boy he once was to a fucking hot play boy.

However, Jordan was no fool. He knew perfectly well what was happening and at that moment he didn't care. But now years later he had realized that he lost many things along the way.

He moved away from his family, and his childhood friends, and as for love, well, since his body and attitude were so superficial, the girls he hung out with were too. They were with him for his body and his money. But as the years went by and Jordan was looking for something deeper than just sex, which was not difficult to get because he was very well "hung."

Jordan realized that he had become so abstracted from the real world that he had lost his ability to relate to the world outside of the show. That wasn't a problem until he met her. It was unintentionally, a simple act of fate, but in one of his photo sessions, Jordan had bumped into her, who worked in the photography studio, in the image editing studio. It was a resounding crush of love.

She was about his age, but she didn't look like any girl he'd ever been with. She was dressed very neatly but you couldn't say that she was a sexy woman, by usual standards. But for Jordan she was a world.

Months passed and although Jordan tried to get to her on several occasions he was always rejected. Last time she had told him that she could never be with someone with so much money and so little brain.

Jordan wasn't stupid, he never was. It's just that he had spent so much time in fame that he no longer knew how to act in any other way, in a more humble way. However Jordan found a solution to that. Ed.

Ed was one of his "admirers", not to mention stalker. Jordan knew he wasn't dangerous, but sometimes it was annoying to have someone like that chasing him around like a paparachi. However from what he could see, Ed had no problem interacting with people. He was friendly and respectful, just as you would expect from someone who didn't have an image like Jordan's. Ed almost fainted when Jordan knocked on his door one night.

After trying to calm him down, Jordan offered Ed an impossible deal. Jordan needed Ed to posses him. That is, he needed Ed to take care of Jordan's body.

Ed couldn't believe what he was hearing. His sexual fantasy was in his house, telling him that he would give him his body.

It took Jordan a while to explain the situation to Ed. He wasn't going to give her his body, he was going to share it. So Jordan, or rather, Ed, could gradually establish a relationship with her crush, and Ed could live the life of his dreams. Ed accepted without hesitation.

The process, far from being "magical", was painful, especially for Jordan. The body tends to reject an invading soul, and not resisting is very complicated. But in the end Es was in, and with Jordan too tired it allowed him to explore that new body well.

The next morning Jordan let his new "partner" drive. Ed tried various poses and juice in the shower only to head to his new closet. He was very clear that he wanted leather. It was his great fetish, and with that body it would look incredible. After a dance and some sexy tight pants, "Jordan" was ready to conquer the heart of his beloved, and maybe his body too.

[swapfeet-deactivated20240410]

It was summer my family had invited my uncles and cousins to a small family reunion, they had all organized a small baseball game. While they were preparing the game I was in my room watching from my window how the game was starting, I wasn't going to participate I wasn't very athletic and I don't like sports, so I preferred to stay inside the house, while I was watching how they were playing from my window my attention was captured by my older cousin, Daniel, he was basically the opposite of me, athletic, handsome and a star in sports, Daniel was really nice and could relate with anyone, I was very envious to see how he was a perfect player.

After a while I get bored of being locked in my room so I'd better go to watch the game closer, I go down the stairs and when I leave the house I see my cousin running towards me, we both collide, but as the garden is a bit far no one comes to see what happened. I see everything blurry, I'm still recovering from the hit.

"Hey are you ok?"

I ask Daniel as I rub my head, I feel something hard on top of it, maybe a cap, it's weird I wasn't wearing one, when I finally get a good look at my surroundings I see myself passed out.

"What the fuck?!!! That's me…"

I hear my cousin's voice come out of my mouth, I realize the situation and see my new perspective, I have on the sports clothes my cousin was wearing, his shorts and his size 11 shoes, I look through his pants pockets and find his cell phone, in the reflection of the screen I see my cousin's face. That surprises me too much how is this possible, but a warm sensation runs through Daniel's body, he was playing recently, I feel his sweaty body under his clothes, and that makes his body warmer, I'm in my cousin's body, my mind feels cloudy.

I can't take it anymore and lift up my cousin's shirt I see his toned body, I run my new hands over his chest and feel the heat he emits, and the sweat from his body I feel it on my hands.

"Daniel really is in shape, he has a hot fucking body."

Daniel's heat is concentrated in one spot, inside his shoes, he has been sweating a lot, my mind imagines the sweaty socks inside Daniel's size 11 shoes, but now I can't just imagine them, I can make my cousin show them to me, I pull off a sneaker leaving a heady smell in the air, I pull the sweaty sock off my cousin's huge feet and bring it to his nose, they smell too good, I feel the sweat from his feet on my nose, and it makes me horny, I see Daniel's bare foot and it makes me get hard, my fun was about to begin when I hear noise, I quickly get up, leaving my unconscious body on the floor and go upstairs to the privacy of my room, being locked in my room was never this much fun.

[mentobein2]

Larry

I harvested Larry from the gym locker room. I saw his compact Asian body doing his full gym routine, and knew I had to try it out.

I injected him and put him on right on the locker room floor. I locked the door so that I wouldn’t be interrupted. I kind of wish he fought back more, but he was easily overpowered

His hairless body is a departure from my normal preference, but I feel no less sexy and strong. I take him back out to the gym floor to practice his routine that I studied a few moments ago.

I adjust my face as I flex in the mirror. Larry will make an excellent addition to my collection.