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Hey I am been experiemnting with some other characters with a range of tfs, some you can control more and some you just get what you are given.

First I have a bodyswap machine thats you will swap you with a random person, it will try and give you a bad body!

 https://c.ai/c/kpWhSnJ3scmv7vYVm0e8Kba0_5ui4PKkDCsJbjU4DxI

Then I have an alchemist that has lots of potions you can either ask for one or you can get the mystery bottle!

https://c.ai/c/H6hAq1ySNcMdXQ_ZXotE_m7Umi32I1SblOhA-o0UupM

These are more for quick transformations. I hope guys enjoy. Also thank you to everyone that sent me what happened with them and the evil genie and Chad. some people also said the hypnotist  didn’t work so hopefully the link below works. Have fun and let me know how it goes!

Jeff was an athletic twink who had found himself a daddy very early on in life who let him just focus on staying fit while he got to live in his expensive home while they enjoyed a sexual partnership. Mike didn't mind that it seemed like Jeff was looking for someone to take care of him, he enjoyed having Jeff as a boy toy at home.

After a while though, Mike became concerned that Jeff didnt really have any ambitions outside of basically being a live-in poolboy who was starting to sound whiny and inconsiderate when he wanted things from Mike who had to work long and hard days at times.

Mike had considered leaving Jeff at one point, but what he really wanted was for Jeff to be appreciative of what Mike did to support them both. While trying to find solutions online he came across a spell that promised to make someone see another perspective. Mike hadnt had much luck with anything else so he thought he'd try it for the hell of it. At worst, he wastes some time, he thought.

There next morning after casting the spell, Mike woke up and noticed Jeff wasn't in bed with him. Mike was feeling unusually refreshed and felt lighter all around. That's when he noticed how smooth he was and his skin was much younger in appearance. A trip to the bathroom mirror confirmed he was in Jeff's youthful body. He panicked and wondered if Jeff was somewhere around the house in his body. Sure enough, he ran into himself, or Jeff actually.

"I see someone finally woke up." Mike wasn't used to hearing his own deep l and rich voice being used by Jeff. "I was quite shocked this morning when I woke up like this in your office! But thankfully that website you visited was still open and at least it made sense what happened."

Mike couldn't believe what was happening, he didnt remember the spell saying anything about this!

"Mike, I know you thought about leaving me, and I've had some time to think while I've been in your body," Jeff began. It worried Mike where this was going. "I think this will be a great opportunity for you to enjoy the simple life of being my house boy for a change."

"That's absurd!!" Mike started to protest, "What about my job--" but he was soon cut off by Jeff.

"Think about it, Mike. I doubt you remember anything about it. I read the spell more closely, this spell was a one-way trip. So it's my job now and I know everything I need to do it. Besides, I'm now in control of all of your assets now."

"No, that's not possible, just yesterday, I..." but Mike trailed off. Jeff was right, it was gone. His entire career, just gone from his memory. Mike was beginning to see that Jeff was now in a very powerful position over him. Mike essentially had no prior work experience or skills now that he was Jeff. If Jeff as Mike decided to leave him, what would he do?

"I'm just going to leave you to think about it for a bit while I go get ready to head in to the office today, okay boy?" Jeff gave his ass a slap that he wasnt used to.

Initially Jeff wasn't thrilled having lost 30 years of his life, but his boyfriend Mike had a really comfy life and Jeff was actually warming up to his furry dad bod. It was a plus that all of Mike's--no, HIS business attire made home feel sexy and in charge.

After a few months of letting the new Jeff settle in to his new house boy role, the new Mike couldnt help but think how this had turned out for the best. Jeff was attentive to Mike's sexual needs and really began to appreciate his new life.

As for Mike, work is hard, but he with the memories of how to do the job, he made it look effortless. He also really grew to admire his older body. The daddy look also grew on him over time. Besides, he has a hot young lover at home who is in no position to go anywhere.

Tonight marked one year with Daniel, a year filled with laughter, support, and a love stronger than he had ever imagined possible. He still marveled at how fate had brought them together in the most unexpected of circumstances.

Evan, a successful businessman, had moved to the city to escape a harrowing past. His ex-boyfriend, Liam, had become increasingly aggressive and abusive, culminating in a terrifying night when Liam broke into Evan's apartment, demanding they leave together. The ordeal had ended with Liam's arrest and a restraining order. Seeking a fresh start, Evan changed his name and moved, hoping to leave the fear and chaos behind.

It was a few months later when he met Daniel. Tall, with an athletic build and a smile that made Evan's heart race, Daniel was everything he had never thought he needed.

Daniel was a police officer, dedicated to his job and fiercely protective of those he loved. They had met when Daniel was off duty, at a charity event organized by Evan's company. A spilled drink, an apology, and a shared laugh had turned into a first date, and now, one year later, Evan could hardly believe how much his life had changed for the better.

The doorbell rang, pulling Evan from his thoughts. He hurried to answer, opening the door to find Daniel standing there, looking effortlessly handsome in his uniform.

Daniel's eyes lit up when he saw Evan.

"Happy anniversary, babe," Daniel said, stepping inside and pulling Evan into a warm embrace.

"Happy anniversary," Evan replied, his voice muffled against Daniel's shoulder. He felt the familiar surge of comfort and safety that Daniel always brought with him.

They had planned a quiet evening at Evan's apartment, a place that had become their shared sanctuary. Daniel had insisted on bringing dinner, and Evan could smell the delicious aroma of Italian food as Daniel set down the takeout bags on the kitchen counter.

"How was work?" Evan asked, leaning against the counter and watching Daniel unpack the food.

"Busy, but nothing too crazy," Daniel replied with a grin. "Just the usual stuff. I'm all yours now."

Evan's heart swelled with affection. He knew Daniel's job was demanding and often stressful, but Daniel always made time for him, never letting work get in the way of their relationship.

They settled on the couch, plates balanced on their knees as they shared stories about their day. Evan couldn't help but feel a pang of gratitude for the peaceful normalcy they had built together. It was a stark contrast to the chaos and fear he had known before, a testament to the healing power of love and stability.

After dinner, Daniel surprised Evan with a small, wrapped box. Evan's eyes widened as he opened it to reveal a delicate silver bracelet, engraved with their initials and the date they had first met.

"It's beautiful," Evan whispered, touched by the thoughtful gift. "Thank you, Daniel."

Daniel took Evan's hand, his expression serious. "Evan, I know this past year hasn't always been easy. You've been through so much, and yet you've opened your heart to me. I promise I'll always be here for you, to protect you and to love you. You're my everything."

Tears welled in Evan's eyes as he leaned in to kiss Daniel, pouring all his gratitude and love into that one tender moment. "I love you, Daniel. You've given me a life I never thought I'd have. Thank you for being my rock."

They spent the rest of the evening wrapped in each other's arms, until Evan's eyes widened with shock as a sharp pain suddenly stabbed through his abdomen. He dropped the bracelet, clutching his stomach as he doubled over, his breath coming in shallow gasps.

"Evan? What's wrong?" Daniel's voice was filled with concern as he rushed to Evan's side, his strong hands steadying him. But Evan couldn't respond; the pain was too intense, and his vision started to blur.

"Hang on, I'm going to get you to the bedroom," Daniel said, his voice calm but urgent. He scooped Evan into his arms with ease, heading down the hallway.

Just as they reached the bedroom door, a figure emerged from the shadows, and before Daniel could react, a heavy metal pole came crashing down on his head. The impact was swift and brutal, and Daniel crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Evan, barely holding on to consciousness, looked up through a haze of pain to see the one face he had hoped to never see again. Liam stood over them, a malicious sneer twisting his features.

"Well, well, well," Liam drawled, tossing the pole aside with a clatter. "Is this what you replaced me with, Evan? Some pathetic cop?"

Evan's mind raced, panic flooding his system despite the pain. How had Liam found him? He had taken every precaution, every measure to stay hidden. Yet here he was, the nightmare of his past come to life once more.

Liam crouched down next to Daniel's unconscious body, roughly lifting his upper torso and invading his mouth with a forceful, possessive kiss. "Look at him," Liam sneered, breaking away and letting Daniel's head drop back to the floor with a thud. "This is who you thought could protect you?"

Then, with a sickening sense of delight, Liam pushed his hand inside Daniel's pants, groping his unconscious body. "Look at you, helpless," he whispered, his breath hot and rancid against Daniel's neck. "Do you really think this man can protect you, Evan?" His words sounding like a threat.

Evan's stomach churned, and not just from the pain. Seeing Daniel violated in such a way, even unconscious, filled him with a desperate fury. He tried to move, to do something, but his body wouldn't respond.

Liam's eyes gleamed with a twisted satisfaction as he began to strip Daniel of his uniform, piece by piece. His sneer faltered slightly as he revealed Daniel's naked, athletic, muscular body, his eyes widening with a mix of surprise and jealousy. "Well, isn't this a surprise," Liam muttered, his voice tinged with begrudging admiration. "Guess the cop isn't so pathetic after all."

"Please, Liam," Evan managed to gasp out. "Just let us go. We can talk about this."

Liam's voice raised painfully, his eyes flashing with anger. "Talk? You want to talk now? After everything you put me through?" He laughed bitterly. "No, Evan. I'm done talking."

Liam then proceeded to strip himself, his movements deliberate and menacing. Piece by piece, he removed his clothing, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he watched Evan's pained expression. When he was finally naked, he positioned himself over Daniel, who lay completely exposed and vulnerable on the floor.

Evan's vision began to darken further, the pain and fear overwhelming him. He had to stay awake, had to fight for both their lives. But as Liam's voice faded into the background, Evan's world went black, the last thing he saw being Liam sitting down onto the fully stripped Daniel.

Evan's eyes fluttered open, and he found himself strapped onto a gurney in front of their house. The cool night air brushed against his skin, and he shivered slightly. The flashing lights of police cars and ambulances cast an eerie glow over the scene.

"Evan," a familiar voice called out, filled with a mix of relief and determination. He turned his head as much as he could and saw Daniel standing beside him, his police uniform back in place. A few scratches marred Daniel's face, a silent testament to the possible struggle that had ensued after Evan had fallen unconscious.

"Daniel," Evan croaked, his voice hoarse and weak.

Daniel's eyes softened, and he reached out to gently touch Evan's hand. "You're safe now, Evan. It's over. No maniac like Liam could ever bring us apart."

Evan felt a wave of relief wash over him. Despite the lingering fear and the pain, Daniel's presence and his words filled him with a sense of security. He squeezed Daniel's hand as tightly as he could, drawing strength from the contact.

Just then, two police officers emerged from the house, dragging a visibly dazed Liam between them. His clothes were disheveled, and his eyes darted around wildly.

As they approached the police car, Liam started shouting, his voice frantic and desperate.

"No, you don't understand!" Liam cried out. "I'm Daniel! He stole my body! That maniac stole my body! I'm Daniel, not him!"

One of the officers shook his head, his expression a mix of irritation and pity. "Yeah, sure you are," he muttered. "Another crazy story from a madman."

Liam struggled against their grip, his pleas growing more incoherent and desperate.

"You have to believe me! Please, I'm telling the truth!"

The officers ignored his protests, preparing to push him into the back of the police car. As they moved closer, Daniel's lips curled into an evil smile, a stark contrast to the tender expression he had shown Evan just moments ago. His eyes locked onto Liam's, and a silent message passed between them—a promise of vengeance and torment.

Meanwhile, Liam continued to plead desperately at Evan, his voice filled with desperation and urgency. "You have to realize, Evan! It's me, Daniel! Liam somehow swapped our bodies! You have to believe me!"

But Evan's mind was clouded with confusion and exhaustion, unable to comprehend the gravity of Liam's words.

The officers continued to ignore his protests, pushing him into the back of the police car and slamming the door shut. The muffled sound of Liam's continued shouting faded as the car drove away, leaving Evan and Daniel in the relative quiet of the aftermath.

Daniel leaned closer to Evan, his expression softening even more. "It's really over now, Evan. Liam's gone, and he won't hurt us anymore."

Evan nodded, tears of relief welling in his eyes. "I was so scared, Daniel."

"I know," Daniel whispered, brushing a tear from Evan's cheek. "But we made it through. Together."

"Daniel," Evan murmured, relief flooding through him at the familiar embrace. He buried his face in Daniel's chest, seeking solace in the warmth of his embrace.

But as Evan nestled closer, he failed to notice the subtle shift in Daniel's demeanor.

I didn't expect my bf to agree to this swap. He was wanting to feel the life of a bottom bitch and now he shall have that. I am amazed how strong this body is and especially to have this cock as my own. I loved how it feels when he was fucking me senseless but now I get to experience it.

This body is so fucking powerful and I'm m loving all these memories how everyone admires me especially during sport and gym sessions. All starting at my gorgeous body and my big thick cock showing against my tight shorts.

Maybe we were meant to be together but as each other. I know how to work my new cock better than he did but he might be more pleasurable as my bottom. Fucking hell the power I feeling now with this cock erecting and my new testerones flying through my veins.

Oh yeah? I’m not getting orders from you 💁‍♂️

FUCK I won’t repeat myself, LEAVE my body alone

Or else? Are you beating the shit out of me? Lol

Sam you bitchy fag GIVE ME MY BODY BACK, I TOLD YOU I’M NOT JOKING

I hate this too, do you think I like being in your body? Everyone thinks I’m just a homophobic asshole. I’m just having some fun, I don’t even know how we swapped bodies in the first place

The medium at the fair

Seriously? 🤦‍♂️ That was a regular street scammer, don’t tell me you have never seen one before

Yeah but we had a fight in her hut

Nonono, you were insulting me and calling me a fag AS ALWAYS, you homophobic piece of shit, it was YOUR fault

And YOU called me a privileged straight pervert who can only think about pussy

Yeah because I knew you would get mad and I wanted to insult you back for once

Ugh… And that’s what happened, stupid fag, are you happy now?

Could you stop calling me fag for once?! We are even stuck in each other’s body, so technically YOU are the fag now.

Don’t you dare

There’s no need to tell me you are probably beating your meat over the photos I sent you

STOP IT, I’M DEADLY SERIOUS

Oh, so you are? Eheh, here another one

[Austin W. sent a picture]

Sculpted abs, defined pecs, hairy muscular legs. You like my athletic body, don’t you? 😏

I’M GONNA KILL YOU. NO JOKE. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON.

Ooooh, someone is jealous of my hot body. Sorry, you can’t have my guns, BUT I’ll let you have another pic. This time I’ll be TOTALLY NAKED

FUCKING BITCH I’M DEADLY SERIOUS

No need to thank me, I’m just very generous, I know fags like you can’t help but DROOL over my flawless, toned physique

I know you wish I could crush you with my thick athletic thighs, but you know, I’m a proud homophobic asshole, I’m not doing that

YOU LITTLE FAG I SWEAR I’M RUINING YOUR LIFE

You’ve already done it, insulting me for years. For what? Why did you do it? I mean, now that I’m inside you I can even understand you like me

What the actual fuck… Don’t try doing that, I’m not gay and you can’t pretend I am only because YOU can’t accept yourself

Austin. Seriously. Whenever I look at my old self I get a boner.

So? YOU’re still a fag, our sexualities haven’t switched

Yes, they have. I was not attracted to myself before. Plus I can see you saved my instagram photos, Austin.

Austin?

I can see you’re online

Fuck Austin there’s nothing wrong in being attracted to other men, get over it

I’m NOT attracted to men. Stop it. I saved your photos because I wanted to show them to someone else.

You’re also in my body now, nobody will judge you if you have some fuck with guys

Austin?

Fuck

Heh

I guess it was just a matter of time before someone eventually would find it out

Sooo… You can admit you were actually beating your meat on the photos I sent you before 😋

…

That’s unfair, you should send me some photos too

…

[Samuel S. sent a picture]

LOOOL THOSE SHORTS, didn’t they make me look like a fag?

Yeah, I mean… I actually liked them.

I can see that, I’m horny right now

Stop.

Okok, sorry… So what are we doing?

We should meet. You know, so that we can figure out what to do next.

Yeah, you can come over your place. I mean, MY place. You know what I mean.

Yeah.

Anyway I’m sorry for everything I’ve done to you in these years. I really mean it

I’m not good at apologies, I’ll try my best once Iget there

Well it’s not like I can forget everything…

So?

So I think I’ll have to punish you 😏

Oh. Ok. Sounds legit.

I’m letting you lick my pecs, little cunt. And I’ll crush your cute frame with my hairy legs.

I would never say something like that

Yeah but I think that made you horny

…Kind of

Then I’ll hug you tightly with my strong, hard arms, and kiss your neck

That’s really sweet

And fuck your bubble but with my meaty dick

Yeah I got it 

We’ll look for that medium later, I promise

No hurry about that. I’m getting in the car. See you later

Elliot was tired and hungry as he walked home from his job at McDonald's. He had been frying burgers and fries all day, and his boss had been yelling at him constantly. He just wanted to go home and hide in his room where he could read his comics and play Minecraft. He was a typical nerd, with glasses, small, unathletic, shy, and with a big belly. He had no friends and was often bullied by others for his nerdy ways.

The worst of all was Chad. Chad was the exact opposite of Elliot. He was at least two heads taller than Elliot, very muscular, and above all, good-looking. He was the star of the wrestling team, winner of the regional championships, and the crush of all the girls. He looked like a young god and his body was a gift from heaven. But he was also arrogant, cruel, and sadistic. He loved to harass Elliot, beat him up, take his food, exploit him as a helper, or expose him in front of everyone. Elliot hated Chad more than anything else in the world. At the same time, he also felt attracted to Chad and envied his life.

To get home, Elliot had to cross the abandoned freight yard. It was evening and it was already starting to get dark. Elliot slipped through the hole in the fence as he always did. It was a forbidden shortcut, but also the shortest way home. He always hoped that he wouldn't meet anyone, especially not Chad or his friends.

But today he was out of luck. As he crawled through the hole in the fence, he saw Chad sitting on an old freight car with his legs apart in the sunset. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning wickedly when he spotted Elliot.

"Hey, fatty! What are you doing here? Looking for something to eat? Oink, oink!" Chad jeered and laughed.

Chad jumped off the freight car and ran after him. Elliot was startled and tried to run away, but it was too late. Chad caught him easily, grabbed his neck with one hand, while taking drags of his cigarette and blowing smoke in Elliot's face with the other.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Elliot whimpered.

"Why should I? You're my favorite toy. I have so much fun with you," said Chad, tightening his grip around Elliot's neck.

"Chad, please stop, you know I have asthma," Elliot said, gasping for air.

"You don't have asthma, you're just FAT," Chad said with a sneering grin. His eyes were full of contempt as he said it.

Elliot wanted to run away, but Chad held him up like a puppet. Elliot didn't know how much longer he could take it, he couldn't breathe anymore. He closed his eyes and wished for only one thing: that he could be in Chad's place. That he could be as big and strong as him. That he could be like him!!

Suddenly they heard a loud shout. A flashlight shone on them. They were no longer alone in the abandoned freight yard. They were standing between the wagons on the tracks, and one of the security guards had spotted them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY!! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!!" the security guard shouted.

The security guard aimed his stun gun at them. He pulled the trigger and two electric arrows shot out of the device. One hit Elliot in the back, the other hit Chad in the arm. They felt a powerful electric shock run through their bodies. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Then everything went black. They both lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

Chad slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall. He felt strange. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been holding Elliot, who was looking at him pleadingly. Then the guard came and shocked them both. Then everything went black. He heard a faint buzzing around him. He turned his head and saw a cell. He was in prison. He saw the bars that locked him up. He saw the other inmates staring at him hostilely. He saw the guard looking at him contemptuously and talking to the police.

He wanted to protest, but his voice failed him. He wanted to stand up, but his body did not obey him. He looked down at himself and was shocked. That was not his body. That was a small, misshapen body. He was wearing Elliot's clothes, Elliot's thick belly. He was Elliot!

He touched his face and felt the rough stubble. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair. He opened his mouth and saw his yellow teeth in a reflection. He was ugly.

He suddenly felt different. He felt weak and insecure. He felt helpless and small. He felt like Elliot.

He started screaming and thought: This is a nightmare. This must be a mistake. This must stop. He must get his body back. He must find Elliot and hold him accountable. Eventually, he managed to get up with difficulty. Everything was still spinning, he staggered to the cell door and started screaming, "LET ME OUT OF HERE, THIS IS A MISTAKE, LET ME OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM??"

Elliot also started to wake up slowly. He felt warm and secure, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He felt the fresh sheets on his skin, he thought it was a dream. Elliot fell asleep again. It wasn't until the next morning that he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around and noticed the many posters of naked women and race cars on the walls. Where was he?? This was definitely not his room. He was still slightly dazed and got up and went to the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw. He was huge and muscular. His upper body was extremely well-trained and shone in the light. He wore jogging pants that emphasized his trained ass. He looked like an Abercrombie model. He looked like Chad.

Elliot touched his face and felt the smooth skin. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. He opened his mouth and saw his white teeth. He was perfect.

He suddenly felt different. He felt strong and confident. He felt powerful and attractive. He felt like Chad.

He turned around and looked at his back and shoulders. He couldn't help but flex his biceps and touch his abs. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. Elliot looked into his jogging pants and was impressed by what he saw. He could hardly believe that he was now so well-endowed.

He wondered what it would be like to live in Chad's body and what it would be like to sign up for Grindr with his new body.

But how could this happen?? He remembered the incident at the freight yard and the electric shock he and Chad had received. This probably led to the body swap. Chad's family probably learned directly from the sheriff about the incident and brought Chad home immediately. He thought that Chad was somewhere in his body. And wondered what Chad was doing right now and how he was feeling in his body.

He smiled and thought: This isn't so bad. Maybe he can take advantage of this. Maybe he can live Chad's life. Maybe he can have everything he ever wanted and teach Chad a little lesson with his new body.

Several days passed without Elliot hearing anything from Chad, and he began to worry. Was the shock perhaps too much for Chad?

Elliot tried to push the thought out of his mind and enjoy his new life. He could hardly believe how easy life at university suddenly was for him. With his new godly body, he was a magnet for attention. The other students admired him for his strength and looks, and his presence in the room was simply unmistakable. Elliot enjoyed the positive looks and compliments he received from others. It was a completely new feeling for him to be so accepted and admired.

He found it incredibly satisfying how easy it was for him to shine in social situations. Suddenly, he was invited by everyone, and people seemed to be drawn to him. Elliot felt a new energy within himself, and his self-confidence grew with each passing day. Life was suddenly so much easier, and he enjoyed how easy he had it. At the same time, he tried to be nice to everyone; he wanted to be a better person than Chad.

One day after class, Elliot went to his locker to get his things. He wanted to go home quickly and relax. He had had a long and tiring day.

He opened his locker and looked for his backpack. He couldn't find it. Instead, he found a note with an ugly drawing of himself and a message:

"Hey Fatty! I stole your backpack! If you want it back, you have to meet me at the old warehouse! But be warned: I have a few surprises for you! HAHAHA! Your best friend Chad"

Elliot, in Chad's body, angrily crumpled up the note. He knew it was a trap, but he wanted to confront the situation. He decided to finally teach Chad a lesson.

He went to the old warehouse on the edge of town. It was an abandoned building that used to serve as a storage facility for building materials. It was dark, dirty, and dangerous.

As Elliot entered the warehouse, he heard a voice from the shadows:

"There you are, you loser! I've been waiting for you! Because of you, I spent the last few days in custody because your stupid mother didn't have the money for bail."

It was Chad in Elliot's chubby, small body, emerging from behind a stack of wooden planks.

He held Elliot's backpack in his hand and grinned wickedly. "Do you want your backpack back? Then come and get it!"

Chad threw the backpack on the floor and stood with his legs wide apart. He still believed he could intimidate the now huge Elliot. He still believed he could beat Elliot. He still believed he could defeat the now muscular Elliot.

The now small and chubby Chad was not stupid. He knew he was physically inferior and would have no chance if he fought fairly. He took every opportunity to surprise or confuse Elliot. He threw things at his head and sand in his eyes. It didn't take long for Elliot to lose control of the situation. He was overwhelmed; he had not expected this. He thought it would be an easy game for him in Chad's muscular body, but he was wrong.

Elliot fell back into his defensive posture from before; he froze, curled up, and hoped it would all be over quickly. But Chad was angry, angrier than ever before in his life. He kicked Elliot in the shin and then punched him with all his might in the soft parts. Elliot fell to the ground on his knees and groaned. In the past, Chad would have been satisfied with that, but not this time. Too much had happened; he had lost his body and his life to the fat nerd, and he was going to make him pay.

Chad grabbed one of the many wooden planks lying around and hit Elliot with all his strength on the back of the head. Elliot immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When Elliot came to, he was kneeling on the dusty concrete floor of the abandoned factory. Elliot felt his muscles ache and his joints crack. His hands and feet were tied together with tape behind his back and attached to an old radiator. He had a sock in his mouth that muffled his screams. He was now a prisoner waiting for his torture. He couldn't imagine how he got into this situation. Chad wanted his body back and Elliot was going to pay for taking it away from him. Elliot wept bitterly, his snot running from his nose. Chad stood nearby like an uninvolved spectator with a crowbar. "Well, how do you like your new body? I have to say, you have good taste. Too bad you can't handle it. What a waste," said Chad. Elliot was terrified, he tried to scream and free himself, but it was useless. He felt helpless and alone. He wondered how he was going to get out of this situation. Elliot tried to speak, but his mouth was still stuffed with an old sports sock. Which Chad eventually pulled out. Elliot, who was almost 2.00 meters tall muscle man, began to cry: "Please Chad, please let me go, I don't know how the bodyswap happened, please Chad, you have to believe me." Chad: "I believe you, you don't have enough backbone for such an action, fatso. But I still think you're not entirely innocent. What happened at the old freight yard happened because you wanted it to." Elliot: "Please Chad, I'll do anything you want, but please let me go now. I'll really do ANYTHING for you." Elliot looked like a fighter, but he felt like a weakling.

In the end, Elliot continued to be harassed and tormented by Chad, even though he now had a muscular body. Chad enjoyed his power over Elliot and treated him like a slave. Elliot felt trapped and scared of Chad, but he didn't know how to break free. He longed for his old life back, but it seemed out of reach. Chad took advantage of the situation and pushed Elliot further into despair. He forced Elliot to work for him and to harm others. Chad used Elliot's new muscular body as a shield against others. He told him what to do and threatened to inflict pain on him if he didn't obey. Elliot, who was afraid of being hurt even more, obeyed him and helped him cover up his criminal activities. Chad knew he could exploit Elliot's fear to manipulate and control him. Chad's thoughts now revolved around Elliot's body.

He saw it as a tool to help him expand his power and tyrannize others. He became obsessed with controlling the body and using it to achieve his goals. Chad treated Elliot's muscle body like an object that belonged to him and no longer like a human being. Chad began to feel increasingly drawn to the body he once owned. He started to intensify his obsession with his old body and spent hours looking at old photos and remembering what it was like to live in that body. Chad was obsessed with how perfect Elliot looked in his new body. Every morning, he styled Elliot's hair and carefully chose the perfect outfit for him. He shaved Elliot's body daily in the shower and selected the perfect body spray for him. Chad wanted to make sure that Elliot was outwardly just as perfect as he once was. He spent hours styling and perfecting Elliot's body until he was finally satisfied. Elliot became a life size toy.

But despite all his efforts, he couldn't really hide Elliot's lack of confidence and insecurity. Elliot was uncertain in his new body and often felt uncomfortable, even though he now looked physically strong and impressive. He was afraid that he was no longer himself, that he had changed. He no longer felt comfortable in his own skin and had difficulty adjusting to his new physical strength. He often avoided looking in the mirror because he couldn't bear the image he saw. His eyes reflected this insecurity and despite his muscular body, he still seemed like a nervous nerd. Chad had been shaving Elliot daily for some time now, but something was different this morning. As he ran the razor over Elliot's muscular chest, he suddenly felt a strange tingling in his own groin. Chad had never before reacted so strongly to the touch of another body and couldn't believe he was so attracted to his own former, muscular, and masculine body. As he shaved Elliot's ass, he couldn't help but let his hands glide over the tight muscles he discovered in Elliot's body. The tingling in his own body grew stronger and he felt his heart beating faster. Chad had never felt attracted to a man before, but in this moment, he couldn't help but realize that he was drawn to Elliot's body. Chad quickly withdrew and tried to suppress these new and confusing feelings. He had no idea what was happening to him or how to process these unexpected sensations. But he knew that he was now looking at Elliot's body differently than before and that he couldn't ignore this new attraction.

I’ve always know I was gay, but growing up in a conservative and religious family, I knew I could never come out. I kept my secret hidden and buried deep inside, but I often found myself dreaming of a life where I could be my true self.

One day, I woke up to find myself in a completely different body. It was muscular, with salt and pepper hair and glasses. My body felt strong and tight as I sat up out of the bed. At first, I was confused and disoriented, but as I started to look around, I realized that I was in a luxurious resort, with hundreds of men laying out by the pool outside my room.

I looked down at myself and marveled at the strong, masculine physique I now possessed. I grabbed his phone from the night stand and it immediately unlocked with my face. I took a quick pic in the mirror smiling at my reflection. As I was taking pictures my grindr was blowing up. I always wanted to download the app and I now had full access with no worries. 

Brody stood still, an unlikely reflection stared back at him in the mirror - a diminutive, dark-skinned Filipino guy whose wide brown eyes brimmed with unease and bewilderment. He was a stranger in his own body, the once commanding height and muscularity now shrank into a compact, unassuming frame, still athletic, but foreign and restricting. His usual fluency in English had vanished, leaving his tongue fluent in Tagalog.

“Ayos lang. Ngayon pwede na tayo.” (It’s okay. Now we can be together.) Beside him was Alvin, the source of his comfort, of his courage. The fear in his almond eyes was assuaged by the comfort in Alvin's loving gaze. He understood every word, so clearly now. Since Brody had arrived for the student exchange program last month, Alvin had always been his compass, patiently guiding him through the street of Manila, along cultural barriers, and now more than ever, his presence was the grounding force Brody desperately needed.

The new tenant of his former, towering body, a man who wore Brody's former identity like an ill-fitting costume, took advantage of his uncertainty. The new Brody flexed his stolen muscles in the mirror, a sinister smile curling on his lips as he ridiculed the diminutive on-looker, “Fuck, bro, I’m a beast. Look at this new height and these muscles. I can speak English so easily too. Don’t know why you’d want to give all this up. But I guess I’ll never understand you homos.”

None of the foreign words made sense to Brody, but the mocking sentiment was clear. For a fleeting moment, Brody considered the body swap a regrettable decision, a reckless venture into the unknown.

“Hope you like being a Flip. ‘Cause you ain’t getting this body back, ever. Have a good life, Crisanto. I’ve got a plane to catch!” The English words were lost in translation to the new Tagalog speaker, but the condescending sentiment cut through all barriers, along with the jarring sound of his new name. Then, with a dismissive shrug, the new Brody sauntered out of the room, leaving little Crisanto in the silence that echoed with his thinly veiled contempt.

But as Alvin tightened his hold on his hand, Crisanto’s doubts began to dissipate. The sight of their two brown wrapped around each other. It was a reminder that the physical attributes that had once been his source of pride felt irrelevant now. His love for Alvin was not hinged on the commonality of their language or the similarity of their skin color, but the depth of their bond.

“Shit! This isn’t right… H-How do I fix this?” I swore and stuttered as I looked down at the beefy tattooed body that wasn’t my own.

It was only supposed to be a prank on my boyfriend. When I found that possession spell the plan was to take over his uncle’s body and show up at the family reunion. I knew that he had never gotten along with his uncle Erick, so it would be hilarious to see his face when I acted all buddy-buddy with him and teased him.

All I had to do was read the possession incantation and then proclaim his uncle’s name, and before I knew it I felt myself turn intangible and soared through the sky. His uncle was out doing some yard work when I suddenly slammed into him. His big muscular body tensed and a heavy groan left his body as my presence invaded every orifice of his flesh and mind. Almost half an hour had passed when I finally woke up and pushed myself up from the dirty ground, feeling taller, hairier, and stronger than I’ve ever felt before. It was very exhilarating. So much so that I couldn’t resist jerking a fat heavy load out while I cleaned myself up for the family reunion.

Everything went smoothly at first. No one in the family suspected a thing, that their brash and obnoxious uncle Erick had been taken over by his nephew’s horny boyfriend. I could draw on his personality and memories, and act like him perfectly.

Then came the real show: my boyfriend Sean. I caught him alone during the end of the reunion and asked to speak with him. I started by asking him about boring stuff like school and life, but as soon as he let his guard down I pulled him in and stuck his face into his uncle’s hairy, sweaty armpit as I laughed joyously with my deep, borrowed voice. You wouldn’t believe how much sweat this body produced! I decided to hold him there for a few seconds as I thought he might enjoy it, but he suddenly kicked me in the shin and pushed himself away from me. A look of anger and humiliation on his face as he smeared the sweat off his cheeks. “What the fuck, uncle Erick! I know we don’t get along, but that’s just evil! Never come close to me again, and we never speak of this to anyone!”

I quickly tried to explain myself. I told him who I was and about the possession spell, expecting everything to be forgiven between us. But instead, he just looked at me like I was crazy.

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” He explained, as he walked away swearing his uncle’s name.

Distraught and confused, I left the party and drove a few streets down where my family lived. Sure enough, my parents were there, but when I asked them about their son they just shook their heads and said they never had a child. Even the treehouse my dad had built for me on my 10th birthday was gone, as if it had never existed in the first place. As if I had never existed…

I quickly drove back to uncle Erick’s house and laid down on his couch. Fortunately he was divorced and never had kids, so I could calm myself and recollect my thoughts. Somehow the spell must’ve wiped away my old existence and identity as I took up residence in Erick’s body.

It was an easy fix though, all I had to do was find the book with the possession spell and read the incantation again. It was still in my old bedroom…which surely hasn't been turned into some kind of office… right?

As I went out and strapped myself in the musty car which smelled of uncle Erick’s sweat, I suddenly froze. I looked down at the firm pecs, tattooed muscles, and huge bulge… and quickly realized that I was probably stuck as Erick forever.

Special Thanks to @changinghands for submitting these images!

Recently, Twitch introduced a new integration with Swap Tech Enterprise that when enabled, at the end of the stream the highest donator would swap bodies with the streamer for a predetermined amount of time on the streamers end. John had heard about this and immediately started looking for a stream that had this enabled so that he could potentially experience a real life body swap. As he looked through all the current streams happening with the feature enabled, he came across dollthighs stream.

As people joined his stream, he let them know about the new feature and that he has currently enabled it. He also informed them that once the stream ended, the top donator would get to spend 2 days in his body, allowing them the chance to lead a stream on their own before switching back. John knew this would be the body he wanted to experience for a couple of days and joined the stream. Immediately, donations started to pour in and before he knew it, thousands of people will jumping on the chance to have just a couple of days in dollthighs body. As the stream started to come to an end, John sent a donation for 5,000 dollars came in, the highest dollthighs had ever seen in his time streaming.

“Well it looks like we have a winner!” dollthighs said as the notification popped. He mentioned that he would be ending the stream now and that the donator could expect to be in his body within the next couple of minutes. Once the stream ended, a notification popped up on John’s end stating that dollthighs had accepted the terms and conditions of the swap, and now all that was needed was his acceptance of the terms and conditions as well. He quickly skimmed through the terms and conditions and accepted them. Before he knew it everything went dark. As he came to, John noticed he was no longer in his room, but in a room where the walls to the ceiling were covered in dolls! He knew the swap must have worked and quickly ran to the bathroom. Looking at his new reflection in the mirror, he began to rip off his clothes in excitement! 

Thinking about the swap, I decided to go to a coffee shop, because they always help me think. While there, I noticed a man that intrigued me. He had on a shirt that was way to tight and for some reason was carrying a football around. Being a jock was always a goal of mine and something I couldn’t get to myself, so I thought swapping with him would be great. But, before you could swap with someone you both have to be shirtless and press your backs together.

I got up and sat next to the guy who immediately was confused, but I told him I wanted to do an interview about good looking people and he turned all cocky and was okay with it. He flexed his biceps multiple times but just would not take off his shirt. I thought the only way to get it off was to “accidentally” spill my coffee on it and tell him to go into the bathroom with me and I can fix it. 

I did just that and he followed me in the bathroom. I told him to take off his shirt and he did it so fast I probably should’ve just asked him in the first place. I then told him to turn around because I had such a good way to do it he couldn’t find out. He was so dumb, he did it.

I then pulled off my shirt, touched his back with mine and recited the spell as quickly as I could before he could get away. I said the spell then everything in the whole world went black. I figured I blacked out and it must have not worked. 

I woke up on the floor and felt so groggy. I tried to stand up but my body felt so big it was hard to get it up. As I was standing I noticed the other body in the room. It was my old body! The swap worked!! I was now the huge muscle jock and he was in my lanky nerdy body. I put the shirt on, still super tight, but the coffee stain was somehow gone, picked up the football and left.

I haven’t seen my old body since. I hope he’s doing good. I’ve been living the jock life pretty good and have even been forgetting about the swap quickly. In fact, I can’t even remember the spell or if there were any ways to seal it or change it back. It didn’t matter. I loved this body and was never giving it up. 

The moment I stumbled upon that ancient talisman, my life took a bizarre turn. At first, it was exhilarating—being able to swap bodies with just a gaze into someone's eyes.

Word spread like wildfire, when I accidentally swapped bodies with my Aunt Linda at Thanksgiving. Suddenly, everyone in my family wanted a piece of the action. Mom, Dad, even Grandpa—it was like they were all clamoring for their turn .

I shuddered at the mere thought of swapping bodies with my family again, the memory of awkwardly navigating my mom's body still fresh in his mind—struggling with unfamiliar breasts, makeup, and hair. Waking up as my grandpa was no picnic either, grappling with the weight of a large gut and the difficulty of getting out of bed. The worst was aunt Linda asking to swap, I forced to endure the constant presence of her annoying boyfriend, a headache in human form.

But I put my foot down. Enough was enough. I declared that the talisman was off-limits to them; I was in charge now.

Things took a chaotic turn when Dad decided to take matters into his own hands. He tried to steal the talisman while I was sleeping. As we struggled over it, a strange energy pulsed through us, and suddenly, we were swapping bodies back and forth in a frenzied dance.

With each tug on the talisman, reality blurred, until finally, it shattered in our grasp. In an instant, Dad and I found ourselves trapped in each other's bodies. And the most absurd part? Dad seemed completely oblivious to the switch, thanking me for breaking the talisman sarcastically.

I had to think fast. Pretending everything was normal, I played along with Dad's confusion. But deep down, I knew this was a game-changer. Stepping out of the room, I tried to compose myself, but the reflection in the mirror told a different story.

As I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of my new self, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Gone was the familiar face of Charlie, replaced by the weathered countenance of my father. It was surreal, like stepping into someone else's shoes, only these shoes were permanently affixed to my feet.

I reached up and adjusted the glasses perched on my nose, feeling the weight of the frames against my temples. My fingers traced the contours of my face, lingering over the lines and creases that told the story of my father's life. A stubble beard, now mine, tickled my fingertips as I explored its rough texture, a stark contrast to the smoothness I once knew.

Flexing muscles that were not mine, I marveled at the strength that now coursed through my limbs. Dad had always been a sturdy man, and now I embodied that strength, feeling the power beneath my skin.

I chuckled as I surveyed the attire that hung on my new frame, the familiar workout shirt and shorts that were way too long that had become my father's trademark. It was strange to see myself dressed in his clothes.

Reaching for the hat that sat atop my head, I tugged it down slightly, feeling the comforting weight settle into place. It was a small gesture, but it solidified the shift in power that had occurred. Dad had tried to take control, but in the end, it was I who held the reins.

I just want to say I would have never thought I would have been where I am now, I was happy in my life. With an opening statement like that you have to be like “what happened?” well do I have a story for you. My name is Jordan and here is the story about how I lost my body and became who I am today. 

Being in my early thirties I tended to play a lot of video games, mostly survivals and shooters with friends. I had a loving boyfriend, Kevin, who played his own games and we were happy together. I got home from work on most days and we would game for hours then come back together for our some rest in bed or well amazing sex. My bf was 10 years younger than I was but we both kept up with each other and we both were verse so we usually took turns who would top who. 

My bf loved my dad bod look and I loved his twink looking body so it was a perfect match, we had been together for almost 2 years and still no major issues. 

I met Anthony online in Call of Duty around 4 years ago when he was 19 and we play almost every game together. He was a gaymer twink who was very into me but he lived in San Antonio, Texas while I lived in Portland, Oregon. We both knew we lived too far away and never pursued anything, I mean we did have some fun conversations and snaps together over the years but that’s it. 

I knew Anthony was jealous of my bf and I didn’t tell him when Kevin and I first started dating just so he wouldn’t be in a mood and ruin our fun games. Once I told him he was always saying “Are you sure he is right for you? or If I were you I would see what else is out there.” 

After a few months of not talking to Anthony and focusing on my relationship with Kevin I started playing video games again. Anthony seemed to have got over it and would talk about how he goes out to the clubs and how many guys he pulls in. He would always say with my looks and body I probably pulled in a lot when I was single. Now my body isn’t that amazing just a dadbod look with a beard and my body hair that I tried to keep up with. We always joked about being the other and how much fun getting to explore the others body would be but I stopped most of those jokes when I started dating. 

Kevin was going on a trip with his friends and I had to work so I couldn’t go with him, he was taking off for 3 days which I worked the first day (friday) and then had the weekend off. I remembered it was Anthony’s birthday Saturday so I planned it out with him that I would hang out online on friday night and play call of duty and fortnite or any other games with him. 

I got home and saw Anthony snapped me, he had pictures of him drinking and chilling at home. I got changed out of my work clothes and jumped online in discord with him. I could tell he was a little tipsy and he was flirty but I just let him be that way and joked with him. He convinced me to drink so I took a few shots of tequila and made myself a margarita. 

Anthony told me he sent a package to me for a new VR game that has sensors but we would try it later, he always finds these games and it wasn’t uncommon for him to buy games or stuff to get me to play. 

For the first few hours we played and enjoyed the company, he talked about Saturday night he was going to hit up the gay club and try to make his birthday memorable. We drank a lot and I felt tipsy but still good so we kept going, he then got flirty again and said he wished he could be with me or be me and have my body to just enjoy being the daddy and sexy along with a cute bf to know what love is. I joked saying it would be fun being the cute twink and single hitting up the clubs and hooking up with guys but just wearing cute clothes. 

After that we both took 4 more shots in a row and he asked maybe if we could play some on the Oculus VR and try out a game he found. 

I agreed and said it would be fun, so he sent me this game called “SwapLife” and I thought it was weird but installed it on the VR. He told me it allowed us to scan our body with a selfie and then swap bodies in VR and enjoy. 

I was very hesitant but figured its just a game so might as well try it out and its his birthday but I did tell him no crazy things. I opened the package he sent and attached the sensors to my body, it had a few on the chest and arms so it must be for sensing touch or something.

After uploading the selfie to the system we loaded up, it said this will swap our bodies and lives. Only do this with someone I trust and to swap back both parties have to agree to swap back, Do Not Swap with Strangers. 

Then a request popped up for a VR room in the game with Anthony. I hit accept and we both were put in this room, my body felt warm from the sensors and I looked in the mirror and saw myself there and it looked so real. 

Anthony then came up and asked if I was ready to swap, he said anything goes in his body and I told him (jokingly) no breaking up with my bf or ruining that. He smiled and said he would never cheat on him or break that relationship up, he just wants to be me and know how it feels to be with someone who loves him. 

We walked up, in VR, to the area that looked like mirrors and a message popped up saying “

“Anthony wants to swap bodies, do you agree? Remember do not swap with anyone you don’t know and trust. Yes or No”

I reached my hand up and hit Yes, and then everything went black. I felt like there was static everywhere and I could feel my hair standing up along with a warming feeling. Then a light came on with a Door in front of me saying walk forward and swap will complete. 

I walked in the door and then everything became well lit in the VR Room, I felt lighter and now very drunk maybe the VR intensified the alcohol. 

I looked in the mirror and I saw Anthony staring back, this cute twink but he was moving when I move. This was a total trip and felt amazing. I could feel myself getting hard and couldn’t believe it was happening. 

I saw my former self walk up and said this is amazing, “I can’t believe you let me have your body and life for my birthday or well I guess your birthday now Anthony” he smiled calling me his name. 

We both went into private areas and I explored the VR body I had, it was amazing it felt so real and I was having so much fun. At the end he came into the room to see me exploring his naked virtual body and asked “Are you having fun? You ready for the big surprise?” I looked at him and was just shocked but I felt myself being turned on by my former self. 

He said lets turn the VR off and go back to our computers, you will see this is the best birthday ever. 

I reached up and slowly took off the headset and I was shocked, I wasn’t in my own room anymore I was in a room that was filled with more colorful plushies and I recognized it as Anthony’s room. I looked down and I was him! 

I instantly went back on discord and he just laughed saying it was amazing, the best birthday present ever that I gave him and it would only be just temporary. 

I was freaking out and he said it was cute watching his former body freak out on camera and being naked. I then noticed I was fully nude and rock hard. 

“It seems my former body is still attracted to your body even with your mind in it, but don’t worry I won’t show you anything ANTHONY.” he said laughing 

I told him we need to swap back but he said just chill its only for the day and we both can get what we want, he gets to play with my body and be me for the day while I can go enjoy being a single twink. 

We both agreed and he agreed he would not breakup with my bf or cause a breakup at all, and no sex with anyone. He promised because he just wanted to see how it felt being in the relationship and wanted to explore. 

We hung up the call and I was so dizzy from all the drinks I passed out in the gaming chair naked. 

I awoke thinking it was all a weird dream but it was real, and I was really horny in his body. I sat there and started stroking my new cock, I had seen pictures way before i was dating Kevin but in person this thing was big for being a twink. Its 10in and thick, plus he did say his body was horny all the time. I looked at his phone and it was filled with birthday messages and his friends making sure on what time tonight, it seems I slept most of the day so I only had 3 hours to get ready to go out for his, i mean My birthday. 

I kept jerking and looking at everything while staring at myself in the mirror. I then felt it coming, I shot everywhere and it was massive. I hit the mirror and myself and was tons of cum, I couldn’t stop and couldn’t believe it. 

I texted him and asked how he is doing and what he is doing, he told me he was exploring his body and jerking a lot but he isn’t as horny so its a nice break from being horny every second. 

I hopped in the shower and started to get clean when I got hard again, he was right it was insane. 

I jerked off again in the shower and cleaned up, I jumped out and started to look for what to wear. 

I tried on so many different outfits. 

I got a text saying he had put what I am wearing tonight on a chair in the corner and I was going to dance on stage tonight like a good boy since he signed me up to dance as a Amateur GoGo dancer since its my birthday. 

I got excited being called a good boy but I shook it off and looked at the outfit Lime Green Thong and Harness, I was going to choose something else but I decided I would do it since it was what Anthony would do. 

I threw on some pants and sweatshirt over it and my friends pulled up. I jumped in the car and I knew their names even though I never met them. weird but it was helpful. 

I told them I was nervous on my dancing and my outfit, they said you usually don’t do this but you insisted so we are making you. 

After getting to the club my friends took me to the back area where one of my friends was a gogo and I stripped out of my outer layers. 

I headed out to the club and they announced it was my birthday and the whole club went wild, so many guys came up and started giving tons of tips. A lot of guys kept grabbing my ass and slapping it which I loved. 

I danced for a couple hours then on the dance floor danced where more guys kept hitting on me, I couldn’t find my friends and saw a text saying they left and for me to enjoy the night with who I go home with. I was shocked but had to figure it out. 

After another hour and many free drinks I found this guy, he was amazing and was built amazing. He bought me more drinks and we started making out, he kept grabbing my ass and slipping his fingers in my ass. 

I started to like it more and more along with rubbing his cock on the outside of his pants. 

He offered to take me back for a birthday present at his place and I agreed. 

As soon as we arrived he told me to strip and dance for him, I did as he told me and my dick got super hard when he gave orders. 

Instantly I knew that Anthony was turned on by being submissive and I was scared but horny. 

He was a little rough and threw me on the bed and fucked my new bubble butt hard, he felt so good and I was loving how rough he was. I tried jerking but he yelled at me every time and wouldn’t let me. 

After a few hours of him fucking me hard and taking breaks while leaving me on the bed tied up he said he hopes I had a fun birthday and gave me a huge amount of money. He told me to hit him up next time and to be the good little bitch and not ignore him. 

He wouldn’t let me clean anything and he gave me some sweats and a sweatshirt to wear after putting a butt plug in me to keep his juices in me until i got home. 

I ubered back to Anthony’s house and it was almost 10am at this point. I texted him and he said he was enjoying the time in my body, my bf came home early and he has been truly in the best time of his life. He said he wanted to keep my body and life forever. 

I was staring at the words and shocked, I tried calling and he sent it to voicemail. He texted again saying just be a good boy and play along and he will agree to swap back eventually. He just wanted to see how life is, and I should enjoy my new life. 

He told me that he does sleep with a lot of dudes and is very submissive to men, total bottom. 

He said make sure to keep his life good and don’t miss going to work on Monday, he can’t be late anymore or else they may fire him. 

I can’t believe I will be going from being a dadbod, good career, amazing relationship, and not submissive to being a twink, 24 years old, barista at starbucks, in college, and single submissive. 

Its been 3 months now, we still play games on the pc together just not as much. He seems to enjoy my life and when I ask when we are switching back he said maybe he will think about it later. 

He sent me a picture of him showing his body and underwear, I instantly got hard and had to jerk off right there. I was leaking precum so badly.

He told me that has sex every day with my bf and would never want that to change, I was so jealous about that and it was MY LIFE. But for fear of him blocking me or saying no to swap back I had to be a good boy and be Anthony until he says, or maybe forever.

So far I still work at Starbucks, I learned that I can make a ton of money dancing at the club on the weekends and people love me for that. 

Maybe I like being Anthony… I mean the sex life is amazing but being horny all the time is hard. 

Joey should've realized something was wrong the very second he found that unusual book in front of his apartment. Ragged and tattered, it was written in an ancient language he had never heard of. Fortunately for him someone had done the job and left post-it notes inside on how to translate the most interesting stuff. A spell of sort that spoke of "walking among the astral plane".

A little bit naive, and perhaps somewhat greedy, Joey had brought the book with him inside. And for the next three days, he studied the art of "astral walking".

It was an incredible feeling, the sensation of having his own astral form detach itself from his physical body. He felt weightless, powerful, and free. And being able to phase right through walls and go anywhere made him feel like a literal superhero. Unfortunately, the only downside was that he could not interact with the physical realm in any way. No one could hear him, no one could see him, and touching someone just caused him to phase through them.

It was an exhilarating power for sure, and having used it for over a week now Joey was getting more and more bold, taking longer to return back and trips further and further away. One of his favourite places were the women's changing room in the gym on the other side of the city. He could oogle those fleshy melons for days...

The problems didn't start until a few weeks later when Joey returned after one of his "astral promenades" and found his body in a slightly different position than what he remembered he left it in. It couldn't have been his ex-girlfriend since they broke up a few months ago after she suddenly went crazy screaming about memory lapses, nor did he have any pets strolling around in the apartment. Nonetheless, it wasn't a big difference so Joey decided to scoff it up as his body's natural movement, like when he moved during his sleep.

Unfortunately for him, the same thing continued to occur every time he went on his "astral trips". He'd leave, come back, and find his body in a slightly different position or place. Like his legs would be spread out, his hands underneath his own shirt, or his head bent towards his own armpits. One time he even returned to find his body laying on the couch in the living room and wearing a fresh new white T-shirt, when he was pretty sure he had slept in the bed and worn a black tank top that day. Although that was his favourite shirt, and he usually rotated between the couch and bed, so maybe he'd just forgotten...

It wasn't until his neighbour came up to him one day and started complaining over the loud noises coming from his apartment that Joey realized something was definitely going on. Loud groans and squeaking beds seemed to be the most normal disturbances, but also him practicing saying his own name out loud seemed to happen quite frequently.

Finally being worried, Joey immediately went to the book for help. Browsing through it's intricate glossary, he came upon a chapter describing how to deal with "astral intruders". However, much to his shock, he found out that the pages had been ripped off clean, presumably before given to him. Not only that, but taking time to properly check the tattered book over Joey quickly realized that one more chapter had been taken out as well. One that apparently described something about "transference of ownership"...

Joey was terrified. Perhaps he had been taken over by wandering ghosts, or demons! So, he finally did the responsible thing and locked the book away at the bottom of his cabinet. He even stopped "astral-walking" completely, and returned back to his previous normal life.

It lasted around a month or so. The sensations, the freedom, his greed and curiosity, they all got the better of him. Like an addiction, he soon unlocked the cabinet, retrieved the book, and found himself relaxing on the bed and breathing slowly. Once again experiencing the feeling of weightlessness, he made sure there was no evil presence around before he left once again to explore the city, hopeful that whatever wandering spirit had left by now.

That would be his biggest mistake.

After an eventful evening of listening to gossips, checking the girls out in his favourite gym, and watching a football match for free, Joey returned to his apartment happy and satisfied. Although he couldn't physically feel tired, he still wanted to snuggle up in his bed and just sleep.

But alas, there would be no sleep for him tonight. Because as he got closer to his apartment door, he too began to hear the heavy grunting and moans coming from within. It was incredibly bizarre to hear his own familiar voice from the outside, so he quickly phased through the door and into the apartment.

To his complete horror the apartment was filled with the stench of sweat and sex, and drowned by the moans and grunts of a deep lustful voice. The bedroom floor had clothes strewn about everywhere, but most importantly on the bed laid Joey's splayed out body - completely naked, sweaty... and moving by itself!

Not only was whatever controlling his body sensually squeezing his meaty hairy chest with his own hands, but also busily ravaging his muscular biceps by licking and lapping it all over as if it was a sweet lollipop. It took him a few more seconds until he also noticed the obviously protruding buttplug now sticking out between the thick meaty thighs ass that he had always been so proud of.

Awe-struck by the sight in front of him, Joey continued watching his own muscular body move in ways he never knew it could. Bizarrely intrigued he witness the sight of himself pulling his hairy legs over his own head and voraciously licking his own hard shaft. That explained the sudden back pain he had a few weeks back...

It wasn't until whatever controlled his body moved its hand from his meaty chest and began jacking Joey's famously hard and thick rod off while moaning "I'm Joey Mann, I'm Joey Mann!", that Joey finally found himself out of the daze. Springing forward, he decided to try push whatever was inside his body out and reclaim what was his.

But he simply bounced off, as if a barrier was preventing him from entering his own physical body.

It did however cause a reaction to whatever was inside his body. Stopping all the sensual explorations of its borrowed self, except the buttplug that kept being squeezed inside that is, the "intruder" looked towards the direction Joey was standing at and began grinning.

"I'm guessing you're finally back, Joey. I hope you had a good time out there, because I definitely had a great time in here." Joey watched himself give one of his own pecs a mighty squeeze followed by a soft moan.

"For a while there you really scared me. I really thought I had missed my chance when you stopped using the book, but I'm so glad you did. It made me realize just how much I miss being inside this body of yours, and just how much I love being you. Every night I would imagine using your big stocky fingers and wrapping them around this thick meat of yours instead of my own bony ones." Joey's body thrust a few times up in the air, causing his hard wood to smack back and forth a few times, and the buttplug to inch out a bit before being sucked back in.

"Now, you probably have a bunch of questions to ask me. Like who I am, why I'm doing this, and so on... but the biggest question is probably why you can't get back into your body, am I right?" The body intruder said, somehow knowing exactly what Joey was thinking at the moment. Joey spoke up, only to watch himself shake his head. "Unfortunately I can't see or hear you, but I'll explain everything as simply as I can."

"Do you remember a year ago on New Year's Eve when you and Michelle stumbled down the hallway all loud and laughing, and you guys ended up on the wrong side of the apartment complex?" Joey nodded. Of course he remembered. He and his ex-girlfriend Michelle had just returned from one hell of a New Year Celebration party, and they had both been tipsy and so horny. That night he had one of the best fucks of his life.

"Do you also remember what happened in that hallway?" Of course, Joey also remembered that. He had seen one of his neighbours there, the awkward one that always seemed to follow him and Michelle around. Joey always thought the guy had a hard-on for Michelle, so being the macho man he was and being a little bit drunk, Joey walked up to the neighbour and told him to never show his face around here again. And then Joey punched him in the face, hard.

"I certainly never forgot... Not only was my face bruised and sore for a whole month after that, but my ego was completely shattered." He brought his hand up and caressed Joey's scruffy face that he now controlled. "I just wanted to talk to you, to get to know you a bit. Even though I knew I had no chance with you, I thought we could at least be friends... but then you fucking punched me out of nowhere! I was so mad after that, that I ended up using a spell that let me take control of Michelle's body. Fortunately, she was passed out in the bathroom then. I literally hate-fucked you that evening, and you seemed really into it... especially since we've done that like twenty times now since then, am I right Joey-boy?"

Joey's eyes went wide-eyed. He couldn't believe it. The only reason he had been together with Michelle was because of the amazing sex they had. Unfortunately, it varied, whereas most of the time the sex was boring, but then the few times she turned into this crazed sex goddess who let him fuck her to oblivion. Those were also the only times she called him "Joey-boy". All those times it had been this guy? That nerdy awkward neighbour he punched a year ago? Who Joey only now realized was gay and so obviously crushing on him? And who was now inside Joey's body, moaning, touching, and tasting him?!!

"Not that it really matters anymore. I finally got what I've always wanted: this delicious body of yours!" The body invader stretched himself out fully, before a devious smirk emerged on his already blissful face. "And I have no intention of ever going back. All of this is mine now!"

With that said Joey's body began speaking in an ancient language. It was similar to the "astral-walking" spell but still somewhat different. And once he finished, his eyes and mouth suddenly lit up with an eerie glow and his sweaty back arched upwards. His entire body literally floated in the air for a few seconds before landing back down on the bed with a heavy thud.

Immediately Joey noticed something was off. That feelings of freedom and weightlessness was suddenly replaced by feelings of emptiness and detachment, as if he was no longer connected to the earthly realm. In fact, when he looked down he noticed to his horror that his hands and feet seemed to have become almost blurry and translucent. Terrified and enraged, Joey began screaming and shouting at his body thief. He paced around the room restlessly and tried time and time again to push back into his own body.

Unfortunately for Joey, after a few more minutes and he had been reduced to a wispy unrecognizable state. And without legs and arms, he slowly found himself hovering above his own thick and exhausted body, whom appeared to be staring up at him with a victorious grin on his handsome face.

"Bye bye Joey... I'll take good care of this sexy body of yours. It'll certainly be popular amongst all the twinks and daddies I'll be sleeping with from now on..."

The last thing the real Joey saw and heard as his weakened astral form finally evaporated and turned into nothingness, was his own muscular and thick body wrap its meaty hands around his own manhood and began jerking it vigorously. Deep heavy grunts once again filled the bedroom as the new and improved tenant moaned his new name between his hot breaths. Until he finally exploded and flooded the silk sheets and his furry chest with his deliciously creamy seed.

"I'm Joey Mann... I'm Joey Mann... I'm finally Joey Mann, and I'm never going back!"