Hope you enjoy, first story in a long time. If this does well and people love it part two is almost complete.
-Warhawk212
The Envy Within
Kai always wanted to swap bodies with Josh, he wanted his daddy life.
Part 1 – The Lobby Where It Started (2020)
It was 2020 covid shut down it all and I was stuck in my shitty apartment like many others. I was barely 19, bored and addicted to sex and video games. I started playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare (the reboot) on my gaming PC. I had my gamertag as FemboyKai, since I am a femboy and my name is Kai. I got pretty good and flirted with guys all the time.
One night I got matched with a guy in search and destroy whose voice sounded deep, calm, in control. I melted instantly and we were a great team. I added him right after and my heart stopped when he accepted. We played together and started chatting. His real name was Josh. Gamertag GamerDaddy. He was 34, already had that quiet daddy confidence.
I couldn’t resist he sounded amazing.
“Daddy, you gonna snipe or just watch me carry?”
He laughed — slow, amused, rumbling straight through my headphones. “Watch your mouth, boy. Keep playing boy, you know who is carrying who here.” I melted and fell hard.
We continued to play more and more.
It felt natural and so Electric.
After a few weeks the flirting slipped in naturally.
He’d growl “good boy” when I clutched a match for us.
I’d moan exaggeratedly after a nasty collateral and say “that was for you, Daddy.”
We moved to Discord for better comms. Late-night calls turned into hours-long sessions, we talked and flirted so much. He told me about his job: senior remote software engineer at a big fintech company, six-figure salary, fully remote, house he owned outright in a quiet suburb. “I code in my boxers most days,” he’d laugh. “Perks of being the old man on the team.”
I told him about mine, I’m barista at Starbucks during the day for the steady paycheck and free coffee, then OnlyFans creator and part-time escort at night. “Pays the bills when the content drops hard,” I teased. “Last week I made three grand riding a guy on camera. Tips were insane.” I was kicked out for being gay from my family so I made it all on my own, barely getting by but I did.
He groaned low. “Fuck, boy. You really live that life, huh?”
We never met IRL. Different coasts. But the tension built for years.
The flirting got filthier.
He started dating Ethan in 2022. He was a former model aged 29, a gay twunk realtor with a smooth chest, ripped abs, firm bubble ass, and the kind of submissive energy that made him close deals in tight shirts and tighter pants. Josh would drop casual details mid-game:
“Tied Ethan up last night after he closed a big listing. Fucked him till he was crying for Daddy while the contracts were still on the table.”
“Spanked that perfect realtor ass raw after the gym. Kid can take a lot and still beg for more.”
Every word burned hotter than the last. I didn’t just want Josh anymore, I wanted to BE Josh. The way his deep voice commanded the call, the quiet power, the stability I craved while I was slinging lattes and filming my holes for strangers. I wanted to be him. To wake up in that house, log into that remote tech job, feel that hairy dadbod every morning, and have a pretty twunk realtor like Ethan on his knees begging for my thick cock.
I jerked off to his shirtless kitchen selfie almost every single night. I’d come home from Starbucks smelling like coffee and vanilla syrup, strip down in my tiny apartment, pull up that picture on my phone of his broad hairy chest, black fur trailing down to the waistband of those gray sweatpants, soft beer belly just peeking out, thick arms crossed. I’d lube up my massive 10-inch uncut cock, foreskin sliding back as I stroked slow and filthy, imagining it was his hand. I’d moan his name, pinch my perky nipples, finger my hole while staring at that dadbod, cumming so hard my legs shook and my smooth stomach was painted white. Night after night. Year after year. The obsession only grew.
I spent a couple years digging. Dark web forums until I found this dark corner that offered it. Echo Pulse Transfer , two neural transfer headsets. Just sleek VR-looking interfaces. Mind-swap over the internet. Expensive. Permanent if you don’t swap back within 90 days.
I saved every dollar from Starbucks shifts, OnlyFans drops, and escorting. Bought two kits. Hid them.
I then laid the groundwork for it all to happen. I mailed him a kit so he couldn’t say no.
“Found this new indie VR game, Daddy. It’s called ‘Echo Pulse’ super immersive, lets you feel everything like it’s real. Body sensations, touch, even… other stuff. We could finally fuck for real, no distance.”
He laughed it off at first.
Then he got curious and said well it’s not cheating if it’s virtual.
My plan was slowly falling into place just had to wait until tomorrow.
The whole day waiting was hard, I was hard. Thinking about being that hot daddy and him trapped as a Femboy twink. I couldn’t think about anything else, the whole day was a blur and it was finally time.
My apartment was dark except for monitor glow. I’d told Josh it was just a new VR game. “Echo Pulse, super experimental, only works with these special headsets I bought. Trust me, it’s gonna feel insane.”
The sleek black headsets sat on our desks looked exactly like high-end VR gear, nothing suspicious. I slipped mine on, heart hammering, cock already half-hard from the lie.
Josh’s deep voice filled my ears. “Alright, boy. I’m in. This better be worth the setup.”
We flirted hard while the fake game “loaded.”
“Had a client last night after my Starbucks shift,” I purred, voice sweet and filthy. “Big bear type. Fucked me on camera for OnlyFans. Bent me over the counter in my apron, railed my ass so hard my 10-inch cock was slapping the marble. My hole is still sore… kept thinking about how much better your thick cock would feel stretching me, Daddy.”
Josh groaned. “Yeah? Tell me more, slut.”
“Made him pay extra to film me riding him reverse. My massive uncut dick bouncing, foreskin sliding back every time I dropped down, precum flying everywhere. He came so hard inside me the cum leaked out on cam while I was still twitching. Tips hit four grand in an hour. But fuck… I was moaning your name the whole time.”
“Fuck, Kai…” His breathing was heavier. “You’re gonna make me hard before this game even starts.”
The fake loading screen hit.
3… 2… 1…
It began as heat. Then bliss. Then overload.
My cock surged hard inside my light pink briefs, foreskin retracting, head throbbing like invisible mouths were sucking me. Hole clenched. Nipples ached. A slutty moan ripped out as my mind began to pull. I had my favorite vibrating butt plug inside me, so it added more intensity. Also when Josh is put in this body he will not know how to handle it.
I would finally be able to not be the always horny twink slut and become a daddy who gives pure dominance energy.
Then the system started to pulse and we felt a huge shock through our systems. It was like nothing I felt before, it pulled us out.
Our minds ripped free in a screaming, euphoric vortex. Phantom cocks pulsing. Skin burning. Pleasure so intense it hurt. We tumbled through the void, horny and helpless. It was like we were just in a state of euphoric bliss in space.
Then it all changed, I felt like I was being pulled and started going faster until the moment my mind slammed down and my body felt heavier. I slid the headset off and looked down to see Josh’s body, the world changed.
I am feeling… heavy, Powerful, 240 pounds of pure dadbod softness filled the gaming chair, broad shoulders rolling back, thick thighs spreading wide. My chest rose and fell with dense black hair that tickled my new skin with every breath. I looked down and groaned in Josh’s deep rumble — soft beer belly, hairy pecs, thick arms. My hands — big, rough, calloused — moved on instinct.
I felt MY Rugged beard. Hairy pecs. Soft gut. Thick, girthy cock dripping.
I ran them over my chest first, fingers sinking into the coarse fur, tugging hard enough to sting. The pull shot straight to my groin. I squeezed my soft gut, feeling the give, the weight, the way it jiggled when I slapped it. Fuck. Then lower. My new cock was already thickening the girthy 6 inches of circumcised meat, much smaller than my former one but it felt more manly. I wrapped my new big hand around it and felt it get harder and pulse.
I stroked slow at first, thumb circling the ridge of that ultra-sensitive head. Every pass made my knees weak. Precum poured out, slicking my grip. I sped up, hips bucking, belly jiggling, free hand pinching a hairy nipple until it burned. The orgasm built deep in my heavy balls. slow, volcanic, nothing like my old frantic twink spurts. It coiled tighter, hotter, until I roared.
A good sized load blasted out splattering the mirror, painting my hairy stomach and chest, dripping down my powerful thighs. I was impressed, my former body shot huge loads and multiple times but this one felt more powerful and euphoric. Wave after wave crashed through my massive frame, legs shaking, ass clenching, pleasure rolling deep and owning for what felt like forever. I milked every drop, groaning like a beast, cum still pulsing from the hypersensitive head.
This wasn’t my frantic twink cum, it was manly and powerful.
I was still panting, thick cock twitching against my cum-smeared gut, when I started to imagine how josh will react.
I went to the mirror and checked out my new body with a huge grin.
Josh woke up with a weird sensation from his ass, he started screaming in Kai’s breathy voice, his new feminine twink moan of sensations hit him and then he looked down and saw his new body.”
The vibrating butt plug left buried deep in his perky twink ass on its highest setting hit him like a lightning bolt. The thick toy hammered his stolen prostate without mercy the instant his mind landed. His twink body jerked hard in the chair, long coltish legs kicking out, smooth skin breaking out in goosebumps.
His small hands flew everywhere at once.
First the face; soft, boyish, pretty. Then down the slim chest, no hair, just smooth skin and hard little nipples that tightened under his touch. He pinched them and moaned high and slutty as sharp pleasure zapped straight to his groin. His hands slid lower flat stomach, slim waist, then the massive 10-inch uncut cock standing rigid between his long legs. The foreskin was already retracted, swollen pink head shiny and leaking.
“F-fuck… it’s so big…” he whimpered, wrapping both small hands around the veiny monster. He stroked once, twice, the foreskin gliding like warm silk over steel and his eyes rolled back. The plug buzzed harder, grinding his prostate with every tiny movement.
He spread his long legs wider, perky bubble ass grinding down on the toy. One hand flew to his ass, fingers brushing the flared base still buried inside him. The other hand pumped the enormous cock frantically. Precum poured in thick streams, slicking everything. He pinched a nipple again, tugged it hard, then slapped his own smooth thigh just to feel the sting.
The contrast destroyed him his old body had been thick, controlled, deep pleasure. This one was pure frantic fire. Every stroke, every buzz, every brush of smooth skin felt like a thousand tongues.
He came screaming in pure orgasmic bliss like a show.
Cum erupted in long, powerful ropes painting his smooth chest, splattering his flat stomach, even hitting his pretty chin. His ass spasmed violently around the plug, hole fluttering and milking the toy like it was a real cock. His long legs trembled, toes curling, body arching off the chair as wave after wave of shattering, frantic ecstasy ripped through his fragile twink frame. He kept stroking through it, milking every last spurt, the plug still buzzing, forcing aftershocks that made him whimper and twitch.
He was still gasping, cum cooling on his smooth skin, massive cock twitching against his messy chest. It’s when he realized it wasn’t a game and it was real and that thing was still vibrating frantically in his new twink ass. He stared in the mirror at his new twink frame and couldn’t believe it was real.
Josh’s, I mean, My phone lit up with an incoming FaceTime from my old contact.
I answered, still naked and cum-streaked in his body, thick cock resting heavy against my hairy belly.
My former twink pretty face filled the screen — flushed, lips parted, chest glistening with his own load, eyes glassy from the plug still humming inside him.
“Kai… what the fuck did you do?!” he cried, voice cracking high as another hard buzz made his hips jerk. “I’m in your body! There’s something vibrating inside me and I just… I just came all over myself and it won’t stop!”
I leaned back, letting him see my new hairy dadbod, my cum-streaked gut, my thick softening cock. My voice came out calm and deep. “Hey, easy, boy. Breathe. Must be a glitch in the game. I told you the game’s super experimental. I’ll figure it out tomorrow, I promise. We’ll debug it first thing. Just try to relax.”
He whimpered, small hands smearing his own cum across his chest as he squirmed on camera. “Tomorrow? Kai, I can’t even think straight. My, I mean Your cock won’t go down and this thing keeps… fucking me… but I cant stop”
I watched my old body squirm, my former perky ass grinding on the plug, massive cock twitching back to life and my stolen girth started thickening again.
“Tomorrow you’ve got my Starbucks shift at 7 a.m. — apron, name tag, smile for the customers. I’ll handle your remote coding job from here. And tonight… shit, I scheduled an OnlyFans collab at 9. A jock named Tyler is coming over to rail you on camera. The money’s good. We’ll trade notes every night. I’ll fix this, okay? Trust me.”
I had no intentions on fixing it, but he will never know until it’s too late.
“Oh and remember you have to pretend to be me and that body, well it’s always horny. It can usually go at least 4-6 huge loads a session.”
Josh nodded shakily, tears of overstimulation in his eyes.
I ended the call laughing that he looked so pathetic compared to his former self or should I said Me.
I spent the next hour learning my new body like a lover.
Every step felt commanding with heavy footfalls, the sway of my beer belly, coarse hair brushing my skin. I ran big hands over my chest again, tugging fur, pinching nipples, slapping my gut until it jiggled. I stroked my thick cock until it was rock-hard once more, loving how girthy it felt in my palm, how sensitive the head was. This body was raw power. Manly. Dominant. I never wanted my fragile twink life back.
Then Ethan texted: Just closed a big listing, Daddy. Coming home to celebrate.
When he walked in, I didn’t hesitate. I grabbed him, kissed him hard, beard scraping his smooth jaw, and fucked him raw on the couch, my thick cock stretching him wide, belly slapping his back, hairy chest rubbing him raw. I came roaring, flooding him deep, waves of dominant bliss rolling through me. Ethan followed untouched, moaning “Daddy” like a good little realtor slut.
We collapsed spent and sweaty.
Across the country, Josh lay wrecked in my bed, he finally took the plug out, hole gaping and sensitive, cum drying on his smooth chest. He’d came twice more just exploring his new twink body, overwhelmed by the constant needy sensitivity.
Then the knock came.
It was Tyler the muscled jock, he walked in and I saw he was already hard in his basketball shorts. “Ready to get railed on camera, you little slut?” Tyler fucked Josh for what seemed like eternity, he made him purr like a kitten while wearing my, I mean, his cat ears. I knew tyler was a lot to handle and was so glad I wasn’t the one who had to do it. Last time I did a collab with Tyler it made amazing money but I couldn’t walk normal for a bit and he was so rough.
Both of us lay spent that night in different beds, miles apart, cum drying on our skin, hearts racing.
I smiled into the dark, hand resting possessively on my hairy dadbod. This power… this life… I’m never going back.
Josh stared at the ceiling in my lithe frame, ass still in pain, wondering how the hell he was going to survive tomorrow. He had never bottomed before but he knew tyler was too rough, was he that rough in his body?
We both wondered the same thing in the silence:
How is he handling my body right now?
But I didn’t care, i love my new life, body and this new confidence.
To be continued
