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Possession Chapter 1: Jake and Sean
“I look fucking good.” I thought as I admired Sean’s body in the mirror. I could feel Sean’s mind fighting for control. He’d lose, of course, but I liked that he wasn’t giving in so easily.
“Sean, we gonna see you at the party tonight?” Jake said, slapping Sean’s ass from behind. “We gotta celebrate that winning play tonight!”
“Of course man. Can’t wait.” I said through Sean’s voice.
Jake was my real goal. I’d seen him around campus and he was in my psych 201 class last year. Muscle stacked on top of muscle with cute dimples to complete the look. Every man wanted to be him and every woman and gay wanted to fuck him.
I watched him leave, admiring his muscular ass on the way out of the locker room.
Sean fought me each step of the way as I got ready for the party. I could tell he was starting to tire but admired his determination. “Calm down and just relax.” I said out loud to Sean’s reflection in the mirror. “Just one night and then you can have your body back. Who knows, you might actually enjoy it. I can tell you’re tired so save your strength for later.” His mind relaxed, knowing he was just making it worse for himself. “Better, now just sit back and let me take your body on the ride of its life.” I felt his mind grumble and threaten me. He didn’t know who I was so I let him.
The music was pounding as I walked into the frat house most of the football team belonged to and was immediately greeted with a red solo cup of cheep beer.
“To that awesome play!” The frat bro said as we touched cups and drank.
I walked around the house looking for Jake before finding him in the corner.
“Hey! The Man of the Hour. Glad you decided to join us.” Jake said getting up from the couch and leaving the gaggle of girls that had congregated around him.
“Of course.” I smiled. “Hey Jake, can I talk to you alone for a moment…outside?”
Jake took a swallow from his beer, draining the cup. “Of course bro, what do you need?”
We could still hear the music pounding as we walked into the backyard and around the corner of the house. We were surrounded by darkness.
“Dude, what’s with the secrecy? What did you want to talk about?” Jake asked, leaning up against the wall.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just pushed him against the wall and kissed him deeply. His body froze for a second before relaxing into my kiss. He gripped Sean’s hips, moaning softly.
“Didn’t know you were such a good kisser, Sean.” Jake said when our lips parted to take a breath.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” I said with Sean’s voice.
Jake smirked. “Oh?” He asked. “Gonna show me?” He spun around and dropped his pants. His muscular ass prominently displayed in a jockstrap.
“Never pegged you for a bottom.” I joked as I slide a finger into his hole, surprised at how well it stretched for me.
Jake moaned. “I like what I like and fuck labels.” Another moan as I brushed his prostate. “Just fuck me already, Sean.”
I obliged. His body took Sean’s cock easily. This was clearly not his first time. Even Sean seemed to be enjoying the feeling of fucking his teammate.
“Oh fuck. That’s right. Right there. Harder!” Jake grunted and moaned with each thrust. I gripped his hair and pulled his head back as he braced himself against the wall. “That’s right, Sean. Own my ass.”
I fucked him until we both shot our loads, mine deep inside Jake and Jake’s painting the stucco wall of the house.
Jake’s legs were shaking as I pulled out of him, my cum dripping onto the ground.
Jake pulled up pants. I could see a dark spot forming in the back as more of my liquid love dropped out of him. “Damn you’re a good fuck. I mean, I’d heard stories but that was something else.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I slapped Jake on the ass.
We walked back into the party as if nothing happened. Jake returned to the group of girls and continued on as if any of them had a chance with him.
A man of my word, I released my hold on Sean after the party. I felt Sean’s confusion as I left.
A few days later, I saw Sean and Jake holding hands as they walked through the campus.
“Another successful possession.” I said out loud to no one as they passed right by me, ignorant of who I was.
I watched the campus go by, spotting a rather arrogant looking freshman trying to hit on some girls who were clearly not interested. He didn’t seem to be taking no for an answer.
“Bingo.” I was already planning my next journey.
after scrolling tumblr for much longer than you intended, you doze off while reading a particularly detailed body swapping story. you wake up to this.
i guess that dream where you were floating weightlessly through the city wasn’t a dream at all.
what’s the first thing you do?
check out your new size 12s
feel your new abs
take your boxers off
admire your new look in the mirror
When I entered the Principal for a Day contest, I thought that it would make a difference, afterall I was the student body president, so I thought that they would let me enact some policies to help out the students. But as it turned out, winning the contest meant something entirely different.
The morning I was scheduled to be the principal for the day, I met up with Principal Marcus in his office.
“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice tinged with amusement.
I nodded eagerly, not fully comprehending what all I was supposed to do.
That’s when it happened—a quick blast of energy enveloped me, and suddenly I was standing there, not as myself, but as Principal Marcus.
“Whoa,” I exclaimed, taken aback by the unexpected transformation.
Principal Marcus, now inhabiting my body, chuckled. “Welcome to my world, kid.”
Principal Marcus explained that this was all a fake contest and was actually just a big ploy for him to see the student body from the inside. It was weird watching my body talk to me like this. Eventually, Principal Marcus left, ready to pretend to be me and observe the other students in my body.
Alone in Principal Marcus’ office, I surveyed the room with a mixture of bewilderment and amusement. Everything seemed smaller than before.
I glanced down at myself, or rather, at Principal Marcus’ body. I felt his thin gray hair that were filled with gel to stay in place. I looked in the monitors reflection as I adjusted the glasses perched on my nose, I liked how they looked on my new face, made me seem more intellectual. I took one of my hands and teased the collar of my shirt. The tight red sweater hugged my torso uncomfortably, and the suit—felt like it was suffocating me, restricting my movements.
I stood up, kicking my legs out as I paced trying to get comfortable with the new weight. I was testing out the unfamiliar limbs that now obeyed my commands.
As I settled into the leather chair behind the desk, and wriggled my toes in Principal Marcus’ loafers, I thought today was going to be fun. I had all the authority of Principal Marcus without any of the responsibility. I might have to offer my body more often.
Daddy Issues
Jay watched as the mature man who’d just destroyed his ass sauntered off into the bathroom to grab a towel for them both to clean up with. He could still feel the cum drooling from his hole and down one of his thighs as he laid atop the bed sheets. Just feeling that warm nut inside of him was like heaven on earth. There was no other feeling in the world that could top it. And it was always the best when it came from an older daddy like Dale.
Dale was about 58 years of age, making him just over 30 years Jay’s senior. Yet despite that he’d still fucked Jay’s soft youthful ass like his life depended on it. Thrusting his dad dick as deep as it would go for what felt like an eternity before he finally emptied his fat nuts right down to the last drop. All the while telling Jay what a good boy he was for taking it so damn well. Right up until he dislodged his thick cock with a wet pop
It was impressive for a man his age to still be capable of dominating and breeding a younger guy like Jay. His greying chest hair, silver beard and lack of head hair might lead one to believe his days of fucking like a stallion were behind him but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Dale kept himself in good shape and still hooked up with a wide variety of men on the regular.
“Having sex with cute younger guys like you helps keep my cock young.” Dale had claimed earlier in the evening between kisses. And after having been railed by it, Jay began to wonder if there might’ve been some truth to that with how rock hard that vintage cock had managed to get. Of all the older men Jay had been with, he could say without a doubt that Dale was most virile. It was no wonder he kept coming back for more.
Sure there were other men Jay saw. All older than him with varying amounts of grey in their hair. Some were lean and in shape. Others were thick and fat. Some of them were hairy from head to toe while others were smooth and clean. Plenty of them were conventionally attractive while some were more on an acquired taste. But the one thing they all had in common was that they were daddies. As long as they fit that label in some way or another, Jay would be all over them. Pining for their love and affection in any way that he could. Eager to do anything to please them.
Daddy issues. Though at this point it was more of a daddy addiction. There were many sources he could point for an explanation as to where his love for older men stemmed from. His lack of a consistent father figure growing up. His strained relationship with his mother. The abundance of older male teachers that made up the staff of his old high school growing up. But whatever the reason may be, Jay honestly didn’t care. All he knew was that there was no better feeling than having a sexy daddy lovingly thrust inside of his ass while holding him tight. And nobody did that better than Dale.
Jay had long since lost count of just how many times he and Dale had fucked. They’d been casually sleeping together for just less than a year now. They both hooked up with a ton of other men in between but they always came back to one another. Usually within a week. It only became clearer with every night they spent together that they were each other's drug of choice, no matter how many other men came and went from their individual sex lives.
Once the two of them had gotten cleaned up, they found themselves snuggled up in Dale’s bed as they so often did. Jay’s head resting on Dale’s furry chest as they basked in the afterglow of it all. Legs tangled together as Dale rubbed a weathered hand along Jay’s back.
“I hope that in twenty or thirty years I’ll grow to be a hot daddy like you.” Jay hummed against Dale’s chest. It was something he’d envisioned for years. Hoping that one day he’d get to become one the very same kinds of men he fawned over. It was a long way away yet. He still had the rest of twenties ahead of him. But it certainly gave him something to look forward to as he got older.
Dale glanced down at Jay. “You do huh?” He questioned with a tone that seemed oddly measured.
Jay turned his head up slightly to meet Dale’s gaze. “Yeah. Why is that weird?”
Dale shook his head. “No, not at all. It’s just…” he paused as if he was unsure whether he wanted to continue.
“It’s just… what?” Jay raised a slight eyebrow.
The older man pursed his lips slightly before furrowing his brow, clearly having an internal debate with himself about something. In the end he didn’t say anything. At least not before getting up from the bed and marching over towards the dressing table on the other side of the room.
Jay could only watch with curiosity as Dale pulled open the middle draw before reaching all the way to the back. Moments later Dale pulled out what appeared to be a tiny black box. And an ornate one at that.
“What’s in there?” Jay asked innocently.
“Something very special.” Dale claimed with the beginnings of a smirk forming on his face. “I’ve been waiting for just the right person to share it with and I think that person might be you.” He continued while making his way back over towards Jay. Dale shuffled back onto the bed beside the younger man, glancing up at him briefly before looking back down at the box in his hand. Without a second thought, he flipped open the lid to reveal what was inside.
A pair of rings. They weren’t too fancy, displaying a smooth and simple look. No gem stones. No swanky patterns. There did seem to be something engraved around the orbit of each ring but it didn’t appear to be English. They looked almost like wedding bands. What did make them stand out however was their unique colour. Instead of gold or silver, one of the rings was a bright glimmering blue while the other was deep crimson red.
Jay’s expression twisted with confusion and slight concern. “Dale? What is this? You’re not proposing to me… are you?” He asked hesitantly. He wasn’t against the idea of getting married someday but he and Dale weren’t even in an official relationship!? He’d thought about asking Dale out on a proper date for quite some time now but this definitely seemed like it was skipping a few steps.
Thankfully Dale shook his head with a small chuckle. “No these aren’t wedding rings. They’re so much better than that.” He reached inside and pulled out the red ring before giving it to Jay. He then took the blue ring out for himself before setting the empty box down on the bedside table.
“Better how?” Jay felt as though he was just asking an endless slew of questions at this point as he examined the crimson red ring. It was large, as if made for a man with much meatier hands than either of them. The only way he could see himself wearing it was via a necklace because there was no way it’d stay on any of Jay’s scrawny fingers. “Are they really expensive or something?”
Dale shrugged. “I suppose but that’s not what makes them special. It’s their unique properties.” Dale rolled the blue around his palm a little, watching as it so elegantly caught the light. “They have the power to do something truly wonderful that I think you’d enjoy just as much as me.” Dale explained rather cryptically, his gravelly voice dipping lower in a way sent a small shiver up Jay’s spine. Dale moved closer before continuing. Closing the space between them until his bearded lips sat right next to the younger man’s ear. “They can swap our bodies.”
Jay’s eyes widened. “Swap our bodies?!” He repeated as he pulled away from Dale slightly, wondering if maybe he’d misheard the hairy daddy.
Dale nodded. “You got it boy. Full on freaky Friday. We put these rings on and poof. You’re me and I’m you for as long as we want.”
Jay couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re joking right?” He said. But as he chortled, Dale’s face didn’t change. Only holding that same smirk. So much so that Jay’s laughter soon began to die down. “Wait. You’re actually not joking.”
“Nope. Dead serious.” Dale stated. “You want to know what it’s like to be a daddy right? Why wait decades when you could experience it right now.” He reasoned while gesturing down at himself. Even going as far as to tease Jay by running a single hand through the thick body hair he knew the younger man loved so much. “All this could be yours.”
“I uhhh… I don’t…” Jay couldn’t think of what to say. Any sane person wouldn’t believe a word Dale was saying. Yet he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have the body of his favourite daddy. To have the mature cock that’d bred him so well and deep time after time. To feel those silver bristles on his face. Perhaps Jay wasn’t as sane as he thought he was because he quickly found himself desperate to believe in the power of these rings.
“You don’t have to say anything. I can tell you want this just as badly as I do.” Dale said as he reached out and placed a rough hand on Jay’s shoulder. His eyes scanned Jay’s body as he tried not to salivate at the thought of being so young and full of life again. “Just put on the ring and I can prove it’s real.” After a small moment, Dale pulled his hand back before slipping the blue ring onto his right index finger. Even on Dale’s larger hands, the blue ring still hung loose. His eyes then flickered back to Jay, wordlessly urging him to trust.
Jay gulped. He looked down at the red ring sitting in his palm. He was expecting Dale to laugh at any moment and tease him for being so gullible but the older man stayed stoic. And so after a long pause, Jay finally did it. He slipped the ring onto the exact same finger Dale had. He had to keep his hand upright for it not to slip right off. Or at least… this is until it started to glow.
Both the red and blue rings began to shimmer in unison. It was too bright to be a trick of the light. But before Jay had a chance to question it, his eyes widened in disbelief as the red ring resized itself to fit his finger perfectly. The same happened to Dale’s ring, now fitting snug on the silver fox’s weathered index.
“Oh-hoo w-what the hell…” Jay stuttered.
Dale seemed unfazed. “This is perfect. That means they’re ready to be activated. Now all we have to do is kiss. The magic should take care of the rest.”
“You say that like you’ve done this before.” Jay said, voice shaky with uncertainty.
Dale shook his head. “Nope. But I’ve seen it happen. The person who gave them to me showed me how they worked by swapping with his partner. I wouldn’t have believed it myself otherwise.” He shuffled closer to Jay, closing what little distance there was between them on the bed. He reached out his hands and cupped Jay’s face. “Now. Are you ready?”
Jay didn’t speak. He only nodded his head slowly.
With that Dale leaned forwards and pressed his bearded lips against Jay’s. For the first second or so it seemed normal. And then, a spark! A surge of magical energy flooded through their bodies and mind, filling them both up to the brim. The kiss didn’t. Their bodies continued to make out on autopilot as their souls were dragged out from the core of their beings. Tethered to the magic and pulled upwards. Their throats bulged slightly as their souls came up and out of their mouths, pushing past each other via the kiss. Jay’s soul entered Dale’s mouth and vice versa before forcing their way down the opposite man’s throat and into each other’s bodies. Eventually settling deep inside their new hosts.
As soon as the magic dissipated the two men broke their kiss. They opened their eyes at the exact same time and what they saw was almost impossible for their minds to process. They were looking at each other's faces. It was like staring into a mirror only so much trippier.
Dale watched as his former wrinkled face twisted with disbelief. He couldn’t believe how much older he looked from the outside. He knew he was getting to a ripe age, the bathroom mirror had reminded him of such everyday, but seeing someone else wear those features he used to own put a new light on it. Perhaps it was these young eyes. He could see so much clearer with them. Every crease, every wrinkle and every grey hair on his old body was suddenly in high definition.
And then there was Jay. His thoughts were going a mile a minute as he tried to comprehend what’d just happened. Of course as he looked over at his own youthful face, he knew that the magic in those rings must’ve been real. But still. It was so hard for him to believe in those first few moments. Yet with every second that passed, he would notice something that would only serve to confirm what he already knew. The way his vision was blurrier than normal. His hearing wasn’t as clear. There was a tired ache that pulsed through his muscles. And there was the subtle itch of body hair far more dense than he was used to.
“Ohhh wow.” Dale said, already enjoying the youthful sound of his new voice. “I’d forgotten what it was like to feel so young. It’s invigorating!” He boasted as he rolled his shoulders a little.
Jay could only stare in disbelief as his former body began checking itself out with Dale now firmly behind the wheel. Hands roaming up and down his torso before coming up to admire his face. Talking about how smooth his skin felt and how sharp all of his senses were. He was practically in a world of his own. Even as he shamelessly reached down to grab at his cock. Jay’s cock.
“You’re…” Jay was barely able to finish a word without reaching up to touch his throat. His voice was so much raspier than before. And as he touched his neck, he couldn’t help but notice the thick bristles of facial hair that extended down towards his Adam’s apple. The feeling of which caused his new larger hands to rise up his neck and towards his face, a chill running up his spine as his fingers brushed through the dense facial fur. It wasn’t his but he recognised it immediately. So thick and full. It was Dale’s. A fact that was only further confirmed as his hands continued to explore his face. Feeling the roughness of his skin and the smile lines above his mustache. The broadness of his nose, the wrinkles around his eyes, the thickness of his eyebrows. Most jarring of all, the sudden lack of hair on his head as a result of Dale’s receded hairline. He still had some around the sides and back but there were only a few wisps on top.
They locked eyes again.
“So? How do you feel?” Dale asked with a gleeful smile.
Jay could hardly speak. He was so overwhelmed by the sudden shift in how he experienced the world around him that his mind was struggling to keep up. Even just the way his chest rose and felt with every breath was throwing him off. For a moment he thought he was going to faint when a wave of light headedness washed over him. He blinked a few times and waited for it to pass. It was only as his former hand reached out for his shoulder to comfort him that he was finally able to find the words to express himself.
“I feel… I feel… old.” Simple but true.
Dale smiled at him reassuringly. “That’s because you are. You’re a total daddy now.” He said, not being able to help biting his lip a little as he drank in the sight of his former body. He had to admit, it looked so much hotter from the outside. Dale never quite realised just how much of a daddy he’d been until this very moment. No wonder so many younger men like Jay threw themselves at him. He wanted to do it right now!
Jay finally plucked up the courage to look down at himself and the sight took his breath away. The forest of hair covering his torso was impossible to miss. The same hair he’d been burying his face into less than half an hour ago. It was grey around his upper chest and shoulders but got darker as it went down. The fur was so mesmerising that he almost didn’t notice the difference in his shape. Instead of the tight lean frame, he now had a touch more muscle. It was finely aged muscle though, evident by the slight sag of his pecs. Still though, he felt surprisingly sturdy and strong.
He lifted a hand up towards his chest and began to massage one of his hairy pecs. He’d worshipped them on Dale so many times before but now he actually owned them. They were his to touch and grope as he pleased. Even these nipples. Jay’s former nipples had never given him much pleasure so when Dale had explained how sensitive his ones were, it’d been hard for Jay to truly understand. They were puffier than Jay’s ever were. The kinds of nipples you could regularly see through a shirt, especially if it was cold. He’d suck on them for Dale a lot of the time and watch as the older man’s face twisted with glee while deep groans escaped his mouth. That thick dad cock growing hard as steel under the stimulation. And now, owning them for himself, Jay could finally understand why. They were like goddam lightning rods! Just brushing his fingers over them sent jolts of pleasure through his body and towards his dick in a way that made his eyes roll.
“Am I really… you?” Jay asked hesitantly, glancing up at Dale while continuing to rub his hands across his torso.
“Mhm.” Dale nodded. “And I’m you.”
Jay’s expression flickered between bewilderment, disbelief and at last a hint of joy that was beginning to shine through as he processed it all. The tiniest smirk broke from his lips as he inspected himself further. Flexing his muscles slightly and feeling the size of his new arms. Dale had always kept in such good shape and it showed. His biceps were still nice and thick, giving him that old man strength which had always made it easy for him to pin down younger guys. And now Jay could sense that power with every flex. It was invigorating.
Slowly he pushed himself off the bed, wobbling a little as he stood up straight in this body for the first time. It took a moment to adjust but once he did he couldn’t help but admire his new hairy legs a little before reaching back to grab at his ass. Dale’s ass. Jay had eaten it out so many times before, eagerly stuffing his face between those soft furry cheeks. He’d even been lucky enough to fuck it a handful of times when Dale was in the mood to bottom. But now it was all his to own and flaunt. His to slap and show off whenever he pleased. He couldn’t stop himself from digging a finger towards that tight sensitive dad hole and feeling the way it clenched automatically.
But of course what stole his attention the most was Dale’s cock. How could it not? Having another man’s dick between your legs was an experience like no other. You spend your whole life getting to know the dick you were born with, never expecting to know any different. So to actually experience a different length and girth was beyond imagination. Even down to the tiny details like the way it curved or the difference in size between the head and the shaft. It was all so wonderful and confusing at the same time as Jay held it gently in his hand, already at half mast. Though of course he wasn’t totally unfamiliar with it. He’d sucked it more times than he could count, happily gulping down its load each and every time. He’d felt it slamming against his prostate in a way that made him see heaven until he bred nice and deep. But never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to see it from this angle. To feel it as a part of his body rather than simply inside of it. Even the hefty dad nuts that’d marked him with their seed time and time again now swung pendulously between his legs.
“I can’t believe this is real.” Jay while giving his new cock a few experimental tugs, noticing all the slight differences in sensation.
“You better believe it Daddy.” Dale teased. “But you could already use the mirror to confirm but checking out that sexy face of yours” He added while nodding towards the bathroom. All the while trying not to lick his lips at the sight of his old mature body probing and prodding at itself with Jay behind the wheel.
Jay looked over at the bathroom door, then back at Dale and finally back down at himself. He wasn’t sure if he was ready. All of this was so much to take in. Almost too much. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as the ration part of his mind wanted to freak the hell out at having been tossing into a body that was over 30 years older than he was supposed to be. But holy hell if all the other parts of him didn’t think this was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to him in his entire life. It was just so difficult to wrap his head around it.
Dale soon jumped up from the bed with a bounce in his step before prancing over the Jay and slinging an arm over his shoulder. “Go onnnn.” He urged while guiding Jay towards the bathroom. “Just have a look. Trust me, I think you’re gonna love seeing how much of a sexy daddy you are now. My old body looks so fucking good on you.” Dale insisted before planting a kiss on one of his former bearded cheeks. “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
Jay nodded.
“Then go check yourself out daddy-o!” Dale gave his former hairy dad butt a cheeky slap as he all but shoved Jay into the bathroom.
Once inside, it took Jay a moment to finally turn his head towards the glass. But when he did, his entire sense of reality came crashing down in the most mind bending way imaginable. There had still been a large part of his mind that expected to see the same 25 year old face he’d always known staring back at him despite the fact that Dale was now wearing it. It must’ve been his mind’s way of coping with something so impossible. But now even that flimsy illusion had been broken. The visage staring back at him was none other than the face of the man who'd been the one constant in his life for the past year. The man who turned him on in ways nobody else ever could. The man who fulfilled his daddy kink in every way. Dale.
If he hadn’t felt so disoriented at the sight, he might’ve nutted on the spot. Evidenced by how his cock had sprung from a hesitant half erection to hard as a rock in seconds. But he was able to ignore it for now as he found himself entranced by his new reflection.
At first he simply looked into his new eyes as he remembered all the times Dale had peered lovingly at him with them. They were always so bright and blue as if they were somehow younger than the rest of him. Only now he could see that the soul behind them was different. But that didn’t stop them dilating with uncontrollable desire as he took in every last feature. He’d already felt them but getting to actually see it all as he touched those finely aged features was a whole different level. He couldn’t help dragging his fingers along his rough facial hair yet again, grunting with satisfaction at the scratching sound it made against his skin. Running them over his mustache before moving upwards to his nose and upper cheeks. Relishing in the looseness of his skin as it yielded in a way that younger skin wouldn’t. Even something as simple as touching his ears somehow felt erotic when every tiny difference served to make him hornier.
“I look amazing…” He breathed while slowly running a hand along the top of his head yet again, savouring the fine work of male pattern baldness. It was something most men feared and would do anything to avoid but to Jay it only made Dale’s body look even hotter. To him it felt like a stamp of both wisdom and masculinity that could only be awarded with age as a symbol of daddiness. Seeing it only made his cock throb harder before spluttering enough precum to finally catch his attention.
He reached a hand down to grab at the pulsing shaft. He bit back a low moan as he began stroking it helplessly. It was practically begging for it at this point. How could he ignore such an insistent dad dick? Especially when it belonged to him. As such he guided his hand back and forth at a steady pace. All the while he found himself admiring the rest of his body again. His free hand sliding up and through the mat of chest hair, squeezing his pecs and teasing his sensitive nipples. Rubbing up and down his fuzzy stomach before reaching around his waist and sliding back up to admire his lats and back. In truth he wasn’t that much bigger now than he was in his old body, but everything still seemed so wildly different from what he’d known. Even just the way his shoulders seemed to curve or how the veins coiled along his biceps. He just couldn’t get enough!
Though amongst exploring the vastness of his hairy new being, his hand eventually found itself drifting towards one of his armpits. He’d been so distracted by everything else that he hadn’t thought to lift his arms and check them out yet. It was a wonder considering how much Jay had always loved shoving his nose into Dale’s pits and getting drunk off that manly scent. Especially if Dale had just come from the gym. Jay would eagerly run his tongue along those furry pits and lap up every last drop of sweat as he lost himself in the mind numbing smell. Most of the time he wouldn’t even have to ask. Dale could just sense when Jay was craving it. As such he would simply lift an arm before grabbing Jay by the back of his head and pressing his face into one of those pungent pits. Half the time, that alone would be enough to get Jay to nut in his underwear.
And now those pits were his. So hairy and dripping with that masculine aroma he adored. How could he possibly stop himself?
Before he knew it, Jay had lifted his free arm behind his head purely so could nuzzle his new nose into one of those gorgeous armpits. The scent hit him immediately as it filled his nostrils like a drug. That first little sniff was all it took to have him huffing on it like a maniac. It smelt just as incredible as ever, if not better knowing that it was coming from his body now. It was his gorgeous scent. He owned it.
“Ohhhhhh… god yes!” He groaned into his pit as he lapped up the scent like a mad dog. “Mine… all mine….” He continued on, referring not only to his new scent but this ravishing body as a whole. He loved every inch of it. No matter where he looked or touched, it drove him crazy with lust. It was like a never ending buffet.
“Mmmmmphmm fuuuuuuckkk!” He roared louder now as he alternated between sniffing his pits and pinching at his nipples aggressively. All the while jerking his new cock with increasing desperation. His brain was practically lit up like a Christmas tree under all the stimulation. Eyes rolling while his mouth hung a little slack. “I’m such a hot daddy… oh god I’m such a hot fuckin daddy…” He chanted to himself. There was no stopping him now.
Jay continued to worship himself to no end. Touching both his body and face. Sticking his fingers in his mouth to suck on while he jerked. Flexing and posing while moaning to no end just so he could hear the sound of his borrowed voice echoing off the walls and reverberating through his chest. And of course he couldn’t help grabbing his ass again. Reaching his hand back and grabbing at the furry cheeks, loving how pliable they were. He’d always loved to watch Dale walk away from him in the nude just so he could watch his dad butt jiggle with every step. Now it was all his to jiggle.
He couldn’t hold out any longer. His balls began to tighten as they churned a heavy load. He could already feel the cum rising alongside the sensitivity of his dick. Before long he passed the point of no return. The last thing he did was simply stare at himself again. Locking eyes with his reflection in one final bout to drink it in before he finally erupted.
“GGRROOUHHHHHHhhhhhhoohhh…” Jay bellowed uncontrollably, still grabbing at his ass while his girthy dick launched what felt like an endless stream of creamy dad cum. Covering the sink, the mirror, his hand and even the floor as some of the last few drops landed on his feet. It was an intense high, the likes of which he didn’t think he’d ever experienced before. Perhaps it was just the thrill of being inside the body of his dreams but that was easily one of the best orgasms he’d ever had!
Once Jay had finally managed to cool off, he started to clean up a little. Mainly washing his hand after licking some of the cum off it and wiping the floor. Finishing by giving the mirror a quick wipe as well and taking in his reflection one last time in the process. It wasn’t long after that he stepped back into the bedroom only to find Dale sprawled out on the bed with a fresh load coating his youthful stomach. Seems like Jay wasn’t the only one having fun.
“Sounds like you enjoyed yourself.” Dale said bluntly with a grin.
Jay reciprocated with a grin of his own. “Still am.” He claimed. However his face softened a little soon after. “Though, you never explained how we go about swapping back. Not that I want too yet. I’m loving this. I just don’t like not knowing the facts.”
Dale grabbed the same towel Jay had used to towel off earlier after they’d had sex. “Well like I said before, we can stay this way for as long as we want. It can be days, weeks, months. Even years. It all comes down to the rings.” Dale held up his right hand, still wearing the crimson red ring Jay had put on. “As long as we’re both wearing them, we stay swapped. The moment one of us takes our ring off however, our souls get sent back to our proper bodies.”
Jay glanced down at the blue ring he now wore. Knowing he could choose to end the swap whenever he pleased definitely gave him that little piece of mind he needed to really enjoy this experience to the max. “That’s good to know. But will we be able to use them again once we go back? Is this like a one time deal or…?”
Dale shook his head. “Nope. We can do it as often as we like. All we have to do is put the rings on again and kiss like before. Then presto, we’re back in each other's bodies.”
“Well.” Jay began. “In that case I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun from now on. Don’t you?” His grin returned, even cheekier than before as waltzed over and climbed back onto the bed.
“I should hope so.” Dale replied, eyes glued onto his former mature body as Jay laid himself down beside Dale.
“Now how’s about you be a good boy and snuggle up to daddy.” Jay said while patting his chest.
Dale practically jumped at the offer. “Yes sir!” He responded before shuffling closer until their bodies were intertwined and Dale's head was nestled firmly against the hairy chest he no longer owned.
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A year passed since that night. In that time Dale and Jay had become exclusive. They both stopped seeing other men just a few months after their first swap. Before long they only craved one another and the feeling of being inside each other's bodies. So much so that they found themselves swapping almost every time they met up.
Sometimes they would swap almost immediately after meeting up. They’d slip on their rings and greet one another with a kiss that would swap them on the spot, staying that way until it was time for them to get back to their separate lives again. Other times they’d wait until they were having sex. Dale would have his thick dad cock buried deep inside Jay’s ass when they would slip on the rings and kiss. Next thing they knew, Jay was the one on top fucking while Dale was getting his hole drilled by his former dick. They never got tired of doing it that way.
It got to the point where they spent almost all of their time together swapped. Dale loved being young and Jay loved being a daddy. It was the perfect arrangement really. And it only got worse when after six months of swapping, they finally decided to move in together. Once that happened they must’ve spent pretty much all their free time in one another’s bodies to the point where it started to feel normal. As if that was the way it was supposed to be.
Now after an entire year, they’d taken it a step further. After a lot of preparation, they’d started taking shifts at each other’s jobs! Naturally it’s been a little awkward trying to adjust and fit in but overall they’ve got scarily good at playing their roles. So much so that before long they might not have to swap back at all if they don’t feel like it. They could just live life in the other’s body.
Regardless though, they’d decided to make things official. After a lot of dancing around it, Dale and Jay were finally a couple. Their significant age gap had already been raising eyebrows from the moment they started living together and even more so now they are actually boyfriends but neither of them cared. They knew this was what they wanted more than anything else.
Jay especially. It’d gotten to the point where he didn’t feel like himself anymore when he wasn’t inside Dale’s mature hairy body. The only problem was that if they decided to make this permanent someday, Jay would effectively lose 33 years of his life. As much as he adored being a daddy, he wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted to sign up for long term. As such, he and Dale have been hard at work trying to track down another magical artefact. It was an amulet capable of slowing down the aging of whoever wears it by around 75%. All they had to do now was find it and they could both live long and happy lives in the bodies of their dreams.
Until that day however, they would just have to enjoy the present. And enjoy it they did as they fucked almost endlessly in their swapped bodies. A daddy and his boy.
“Uh… what the heck?” I muttered, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed.
The body I was in—older, heavier, broader—moved differently. My hands, rougher. My breath, deeper. The lingering scent of last night’s cologne mixed with regret.
I grabbed the phone from the nightstand. The lock screen glowed with a message from my number.
“Sorry man, had too much fun. I don’t think I can ever swap back, but your memory will kick in a few minutes after you wake up.”
My stomach twisted. No, no, no. This isn’t happening.
I stood, stepping toward the mirror, taking in the reflection of Scott—a middle-aged father who apparently just “wanted some fun” last night.
Another buzz. A new message.
Mary: “Hey Scott, please come home. I’m sorry about making out with Greg.”
A wave of his emotions hit me like a truck—anger, betrayal, frustration. His body tensed on its own, fists clenching. His wife. His cheating wife.
I exhaled slowly, forcing the anger down. My fingers hovered over the keyboard before I typed:
“Don’t worry about me.” Send.
I looked back at the mirror, rolling my shoulders, feeling the strength in this body.
‘Might as well make the best of this,’ I thought, smirking.
There were plenty of people who’d appreciate a dad who looked like this.
And as I let Scott’s muscle memory take over, I had a feeling I was gonna enjoy this.
I woke up feeling incredibly groggy. My head pounded from last night's activities as me and my friends went out and parties too hard. I rubbed my eyes and felt that something was off but attributed it to the hangover. When I reopened my eyes I noticed I was in a completely different bedroom than I am used to.
'Shit I must've went home with someone last night' I thought to myself. I looked at the other side of the bed and noticed that it was empty. I reached for my phone but noticed that there was someone else's phone sitting on the nightstand. I grabbed the phone to check the time but it unlocked automatically. I thought this was weird, and then I noticed my hands felt different. They looked more weathered and aged than normal. My eyes followed down my arms as I realized dark hair was sprouted across my forearms. I looked down and felt skin under my chin bunch up and a stubbled beard poked my skin. I realized that my slender frame was replaced with a thicker layer of skin and hair.
"Holy shit" I said aloud, and noticed that my voice sounded different but familiar. I quickly rolled out of the bed and caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror. I recognized it as the guy I went home with last night. Both of my hands raised instinctually as I slapped them across my face unable to believe it. I realized that if I'm in his body then he must be in mine. I had to warn my friends. Luckily I had Jake's number memorized as he was one of my closest friends and roommate.
"Dude. I need your help, it's me Ryan" I texted.
"Haha yeah right. Ryan's right next to me. Who is this?"
"It's me! Ryan! The guy from the bar last night stole my body" I texted pack with a picture of me and my new body.
"Alright. I'm blocking you. Ryan said that you were crazy and that's why he left the hookup. Leave us alone!" Jake responded. I tried to text back but none of my messages went through. I had no idea how he'd done it but I was now trapped in this older man's body.
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It has been about two months since that night, and honestly I don't regret a thing. I struggled at first no longer being a young twenty year old guy, but now I AM one of the guys I was attracted to and I decided to embrace it. I fully adopted this guy's life, and have been killing it at his job. I never thought I'd be a corporate office worker but I've done so well I even got a raise.
I'm loving these glasses, this reflection, and everything about him. I've never had my own house, nor this much money before. I don't think this guy thought it through when he switched with me, because I definitely won in the end.
“I guess I better get used to this reflection” I said to myself staring at my new body. I was a total Dad in the best way possible.
This was my final test in order to pass body swapping school. I come from a line of body swappers while we are growing up we have limited access to our powers. However, on everyone’s 18th birthday, they get assigned to a random body, and have to pretend to be that person for a month. If all goes smooth, you are gained access to your full powers. The school runs this test to make sure that we use our power responsibly, and take powers away from those who fail the test. I had the rest of my life on the line with this test so I couldn’t mess it up.
I woke up this morning to find that I was assigned to Rick Taylors body, I snuck away from his bed when I woke up and searched through my new wallet to get my name. I also spent a lot of time searching through his phone to understand this guys personality and interests. I grabbed the hat that was sitting on the counter and put it on. It felt comfortable, and after searching through his photo’s it looks like he wears hats a lot. I also saw a bunch of sports related content on his phone, so I knew I’d have to study up on that in order to pass as Rick Taylor. As I continued searching through his phone I noticed that he has a husband and two kids, I was stoked to find out I was at least gay, I was worried I would have to pretend to like having a wife. I read through the rest of the texts and noticed that my husband and kids were away for the weekend so I had a couple of days to get acquainted before the trial really begins.
“Well if I’m gonna have to get comfortable I guess I should take the time to do so” I said aloud grabbing my bulge through my camo boxers. This was going to be tough but it was kind of hot having to pretend to be someone else. I need to pass this test so I can keep this power, I’ll do whatever it takes.
I want that 🤩🤩🤤🤤🔥🔥
High School Crush Swap
Orion stared at his reflection in the cracked mirror of the grocery store’s employee bathroom, splashing cold water on his face for the third time that shift. At 22, fresh out of college with a degree in political science that felt as useless as the acne still dotting his cheeks and jawline, life had become a grinding loop of disappointment. Woodbury, New York, hadn’t changed much since high school, same sleepy Hudson Valley town, same dead-end jobs. He’d bombed his law school applications, the rejection emails hitting like punches to his soft, untoned stomach. Now he stocked shelves at Price Chopper, wearing a stained blue polo that clung awkwardly to his pudgy midsection, dreaming of something, anything, better.
He wiped his hands on his pants and headed back out to the floor, pushing a cart of restocked energy drinks. That’s when the automatic doors slid open and he walked in.
David.
Even after four years, Orion recognized him instantly. The guy was two years older, a former high school football star who’d been the untouchable golden boy, tall, broad-shouldered, with a chiseled jaw and effortless charisma that made everyone turn their heads. Back then, Orion had harbored a secret, aching crush, stealing glances in the hallways while David dominated the field and the parties. Now? David looked like he’d stepped out of a magazine. He was bigger, more muscular, his frame filling out a tailored blue suit that hugged powerful arms and a wide chest. His dark hair was styled perfectly, his skin clear and glowing with health. He moved with the confident stride of a man who had everything figured out, probably some finance bro or entrepreneur now, judging by the expensive watch glinting on his wrist.
Orion froze behind a display of chips, heart pounding. David grabbed a basket and started browsing the organic section, oblivious. God, he’s even hotter. Orion’s mind raced with old fantasies mixed with fresh envy. That body. That life. What I wouldn’t give…
As David paid at the self-checkout and left, Orion’s phone buzzed in his pocket. It was the app he’d downloaded a few nights ago on a whim from some sketchy dark web forum, “Mindforge.” Supposedly experimental software for “reality tweaks.” Reviews were wild: mind alteration, suggestion implantation, even full consciousness transfers. Most called it a hoax or malware, but the trial version had installed cleanly, and a few anonymous posts claimed it actually worked if you had the “activation phrase.”
Orion clocked out at the end of his shift, drove home to his tiny apartment, and sat on his unmade bed, staring at the app icon. The image from earlier that day, his sad selfie in the car and the shirtless mirror pic from last week, mocked him from his camera roll. Acne scars. Love handles. A future of mediocrity.
“Fuck it,” he muttered. He opened the app, entered the passphrase from the forum, and it unlocked a sleek black interface. Targets could be selected by photo, proximity, or name. He pulled up David’s old high school yearbook photo (still saved in his hidden folder) and cross-referenced it with a quick social media search. The app pinged: Subject located within 8 miles. David R. Harlan, 24.
Orion’s fingers trembled as he typed his desires into the command field, the app’s AI parsing them with eerie fluency:
Make David obsessed with me. Deep, irresistible attraction and fixation on Orion Vale.
Implant strong desire to swap bodies with me. Make him believe it’s his own idea, that my life is secretly superior and my body is what he craves.
Initiate full body and mind swap upon his verbal consent. Retain my full awareness and control in the new body; transfer his skills, memories, and confidence to me.
Ensure the swap feels euphoric and natural for both.
He hit “Execute.” A progress bar filled slowly. Connection established. Mental influence seeding… 47%… 82%… Complete.
Orion’s phone lit up with a new notification: Target en route. Influence active.
David sat in his sleek black SUV outside a coffee shop a few miles away, suddenly feeling… off. His successful day, closing another seven-figure deal, felt hollow. Why was he thinking about that scrawny kid from high school? Orion. The quiet one with the messy hair and those intense eyes. David shifted in his seat, a strange heat building in his chest. He’s cute, actually. No, more than that. I need to see him again. The thought looped, growing stronger, twisting into obsession. His life… simpler. Real. And that body… soft, unassuming. I could lose myself in it. His cock twitched unexpectedly at the image. He needed to find Orion. Needed to talk to him. Needed… more.
By evening, David was parked outside Orion’s apartment building, guided by the app’s subtle geolocation nudge. He knocked on the door, heart racing like a teenager.
Orion opened it, trying to play it cool despite his pounding pulse. David looked even more imposing up close, the suit jacket unbuttoned to reveal the crisp white shirt straining over his pecs.
“Orion? Hey… this is gonna sound crazy, but I saw you at the store today and I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” David’s voice was deep, a little unsteady. His eyes roamed over Orion’s face, then lower, with blatant hunger. “We didn’t talk much in school, but… fuck, man. I feel like I’ve been missing something my whole life. Your vibe. Your body. It’s like I need it.”
Orion swallowed, the app’s influence working perfectly. “What do you mean?”
David stepped inside uninvited, closing the door. He was breathing heavier now, cheeks flushed. The successful jock looked vulnerable, desperate. “I have this insane urge. To… trade places with you. Swap everything. You get my body, my money, my career. I get yours. It sounds psychotic, but it feels right. Like I’d be happier in your skin. Softer. Yours. Please, tell me you feel it too.”
The air crackled. Orion’s heart soared with dark triumph. He pulled out his phone, showing the app’s confirmation screen. “I do. And I know how to make it happen.”
David’s eyes widened with lust and relief. “Do it. Swap with me. I want you inside me, fuck, I want your life. Make me yours.”
Orion spoke the activation words from the app. A wave of electric warmth surged between them. David gasped, his muscular body shuddering as consciousness began to fracture and reform. Orion felt it too, the pull, the rush of power flooding in. The swap hit like lightning.
When the vertigo faded, Orion blinked, staring down at massive, veiny hands. He flexed them, feeling biceps the size of grapefruits bunch and swell. He looked in the mirror, his new mirror, and saw David’s perfect face staring back: sharp jaw, clear skin, piercing eyes. Broad shoulders strained against the blue suit. He ran a hand over the rock-hard eight-pack under the shirt, then lower, groping the heavy bulge in his slacks with a groan. “Holy shit…”
On the floor, the old Orion body, now occupied by David’s mind, looked up with pure blissed-out adoration. “Master… I mean… fuck, this feels amazing. Your old body is so sensitive. So mine now.” The new, softer David crawled forward on his knees, already obsessed, hands reaching for the godlike form that used to be his. “Use me. Keep me. I don’t want my old life back. I just want to worship this… worship you.”
Orion, now in David’s superior body, smirked, the confidence of his new memories and physique surging through him. Law school? Business empire? It was all his now. And he had an eager, body-swapped jock slave desperate to please him in every way.
Life had finally begun.
Self Reflection
This Aussie boy literally fucking loves showing off his body