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This story is a spin-off of Body Swap Roulette

Tom could not stop thinking about his brief experience as a middle-aged daddy that one fateful night he played Body Swap Roulette with his friends. He often returned to his online profile and looked at the man who had messaged him - the man he briefly became for one glorious evening.

The photograph waited beneath the username: a rugged man in his mid-forties, dark hair escaping beneath a baseball cap, salt-and-pepper beard, chest hair spreading across a broad, solid torso.

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.

“Yo bro, I think that old dude is checking you out.”

Tyler turned and made eye contact with a rather large and older man, sitting on a beach chair. He looked like a hairy beached whale, obviously eying the young jock. Tyler smirked and turned back to his bros.

“Whatever man, let ‘em look.” The brunette tossed the football back to his bro, “I’d be staring too.” He chuckled and flexed one of his arms, showing off one of his muscular biceps.

His bros chuckled and continued their game, enjoying their time off on spring break. And after a few hours of spending time on the beach, Tyler was in need of some AC. He said bye to his bros and made his way back to his hotel room, making sure to give his signature smirk to a few of the girls he saw along the way. The young jock was planning for a night out and he made sure to get his own room for the trip. He was in some serious need for some action, which he was pretty confident he’d get.

“Not like many people can resist this.” He thought with a grin, “Fuck, her tits are big.” He thought as he passed by another blond, “I hope I see her tonight.”

He felt himself chub up a bit and quickly made his way back to his room. But when he got there, he was surprised to find his door slightly unlocked and ajar. He could’ve sworn he shut and locked it beforehand. And that’s when he heard it. There was someone in his room, rummaging around.

“A thief?” Tyler thought, “This asshole has another thing coming.”

“Hey dude what do you think you’re doing?” Tyler shouted as he entered his hotel room, immediately coming face to face with the intruder, “Wait you? Get the fuck out!” It was the older man- the man who Tyler remembered was checking him out earlier, “You fucking creep.”

“Wait, please I can explain!” The older man said in a gruff voice, holding what looked to be a gray body suit, “I-I...” Tyler shoved the man into the wall, inadvertently touching the gray body suit.

“I don’t give a shit. I’m gonna call...” Tyler heard a strange hissing sound and looked down at the gray suit on the ground.

It was quickly changing, taking on a human skin tone. A tan color that Tyler recognized as his own. But that wasn’t all. Key details started to appear on its initially formless shape, until Tyler realized he was basically looking at an incredibly detailed costume of himself.

“What the hell?” Tyler whispered, stepping away from the older man.

And Tyler watched closely as the suit seemed to move on its own and reached towards the older man like a zombie.

“Need... body...” It hissed.

Tyler felt frozen to the spot. This was unreal. There was no way this was happening. The older man smirked and let his arm enter the suit.

“I didn’t want to cause any trouble.” The older man said as the suit continued to wrap around his body, “But you’ve seen too much.”

Before Tyler could even register, the older man flexed his new, muscular arm, and punched the younger man with his new found strength. Tyler’s world spun before he passed out.

....

Tyler’s eyes flickered open and he winced at the mild pain in his head. He went to grab his head, but found that his arms were held above his head and restrained on a hotel bed frame. And it wasn’t just his arms, his legs were also bound. Dread settled in and he quickly tried to free himself to no avail.

“Oh shit you’re awake.” Tyler’s eyes widened and he looked around in terror. That voice... It sounded exactly like his, “I was hoping for just a little more time.” And then a man walked out from the bathroom.

And to Tyler’s terror, it was like looking in a mirror. The man who stood at the end of the bed was Tyler... Or at least an exact physical copy of him.

“You’re...?”

“You? Yeah you catch on fast.” The doppelganger chuckled, flexing an arm, “Well, I’m not ‘you’ per se, I’m ‘me’ now.” The new Tyler said, “I saw you on the beach and knew I needed to be you. So fucking sexy.” He kissed his bicep.

“What the fuck does that mean?”

The New Tyler smirked, “I’m Tyler from now on. Doesn’t seem too hard to understand. Right?”

“Let me go!” Tyler shouted, “How the fuck are you going to explain...?”

And that’s when Tyler heard it. Another hissing sound and a whispered voice, “Need... body...” Tyler’s heart sank as he heard something shambling through the hotel room. And that’s when he saw it. Crawling up the side of the bed was another one of those things. But this one... this one had the same appearance of the older man.

“No no no no!” Tyler begged as the suit got closer to him, “No please! Fuck let me go!” He was trying his bed to free himself from his restraints. A smile formed on the mask as it’s empty eye sockets cast their gaze on the restrained man. 

It crawled inhumanely and began positioning itself over the restrained young man. Tyler watched in terror as the suit began to lower itself on Tyler’s helpless form.

“Please! Stop this!” Tyler shouted as he felt the skin of the suit on his legs.

He let out a cry as the suit aggressively wrapped around his lower legs, breaking the restraints nearly instantly. And as the suit settled over Tyler’s legs and feet, he could feel them begin to shift and crack. And to his horror, he realized he could no longer feel the difference between the suit and his own body. There was no suit, he realized as he wiggled his new toes, this was his body.

“Please, you can stop this? Right?” Tyler begged as the suits torso began to approach his toned abdominal muscles, “I... please stop!”

New Tyler shook his head, “I can’t stop this.” He said as he watched the suit’s dick encase Tyler’s, “And unfortunately once you’re bonded with this suit, it isn’t easy to undo.”

Tyler’s eyes widened before they closed in pain as the suit bonded to his torso. He felt his toned abdomen become seared to the suit and push out until he again couldn’t tell the difference between his body and the suit. His pecs followed- the muscle behind them vanishing as the suit fully connected and forced them to remodel to match the suit’s sagging chest. Tyler let out a frustrated grunt as he realized he could no longer feel his muscular chest. It felt old... somewhat jiggly and he winced as the New Tyler plucked one of his new chest hairs.

“And unfortunately, this little guy doesn’t work the way it used to.” Tyler could feel tears in his eyes as the New Tyler tugged on his dick, which didn’t show any signs of getting hard, “Don’t worry, I have stuff that might help you.” New Tyler reassured mockingly.

“You need to stop this.” Tyler huffed, “Please... I can’t...”

“It’s okay. I’ve made a few modifications to this suit.” New Tyler said calmly, “You won’t even miss your old body.”

Tyler groaned as his arms were encased and quickly bonded to the suit. His restraints came undone, and the larger man rolled off the bed with a thud. He sat up his knees and looked down at his hairy abdomen that now sat between his legs. He frowned and grabbed a fistful of his new fat.

“You need to reverse this... please... I want my body back.” Tyler begged as he felt the back of his head become wrapped by the suit’s. There was something odd though... Tyler could feel something else... not just the usual feeling of the physical changes, but new thoughts that also seemed to permeate his mind as the suit’s head touched his.

“I can’t do that.” New Tyler smirked, pulling down his pants, “But I’ll give you one last chance to enjoy your body.”

Tyler’s eyes widened as he came face to face with his own dick. He could barely process what was happening, as New Tyler slapped his face with it. Tyler wanted to resist, to turn away, but he felt another pulse from the back of his head and suddenly, he was slowly opening his mouth, inviting his own cock into his mouth.

“There you go.” New Tyler said as Tyler started sucking his cock, “Enjoy it while you can.”

Tyler felt tears in his eyes as he swallowed more and more of his large cock. At the same time, the suit was finishing its process. Tyler’s face was slowly covered by the suit’s, which quickly bonded to him and started cementing the changes. His once clean shaven face now sported an unkempt beard, which covered his double chin. His hairline now receded, while his once youthful features were now older. And with this final physical change, Tyler was bombarded with mental alterations.

‘Fuck.’ He thought as a cloud settled over his brain and he gained new appreciate for sucking cock, ‘This guy is so fucking hot.’

New Tyler moaned as the Old Tyler continued to vigorously suck his cock, now with the skill of an expert. And after a few more moments of intense pleasure, New Tyler let out a moan and came- coating the back of the old man’s throat. The young jock breathed heavily and smirked as he watched the older man wipe the sides of his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re good old man.” New Tyler smirked, “But that was a one-time thing for us, got it?”

Old Tyler nodded, “Thank you.” He whispered in a far gruffer voice, gazing at awe at the hunk of a man standing in front of him, “If you change your mind though...” But New Tyler was already gone, leaving the old man sitting on the floor. He eventually picked himself up and walked over to the mirror, looking at himself carefully. Sure he was out of shape and not much to look at, but if he was able to get someone like that young man to come by, he felt like he might have some better luck that night. He quickly snapped a photo of himself for Grindr, waiting eagerly for another chance to have some fun.

My life was kind of boring.

Working 9 to 5 every single day of the week, while being exhausted and restless on the weekends. I had basically no time for myself, and all I could think of was how much I needed a fresh start in life.

I talked to a friend online, and he told me about the body-suit serum. It would turn anyone into a body-suit, to take over their life.

He assured me it would work perfectly, and I had nothing to lose.

A few days later, I received the kit, including the serum, a few syringes and some sort of inhaler.

He said there are three steps to obtain the body suit.

1st: the injection, it will flatten the subject and create the suit.

2nd: the fitting, putting on the suit like a usual neoprene suit.

3rd: the inhaler, once you inhale the spray, the suit will be complete.

It seemed way to complicated to be false.

But there was still one question left; who did I want to be?

i was lazily skipping through TV channels when I ended up hooked to a football game.

That's when I saw him, Enzo Fernandez.

He was everything I desired in a man; a body of a god, so much money and most importantly, the exciting life of an athlete. I loved latinos so much, and was envious of his effortless beauty.

Every fiber of my body ached to be him, and I spent every waking moment fantasizing about it.

It took me two months to come up with decent plan.

I saved all the money I could, quit my job right before traveling to argentina.

One night, during an official friendly match between argentina and france, I disguised myself as a random worker, no body asked any questions even though I could barely communicate with anyone.

I watched the whole match, my mouth watering anytime I saw Enzo, my future body.

I felt my dick press against my jeans, my mind was in a haze, all I could think of was becoming him.

But I needed to focus, and not let this desire overwhelm me.

I stood inside the tunnel, as the argentina players walked passed me. One by one, wearing their sweat-soaked jerseys, shorts, socks and boots. They were so hot. But I waited for the special one.

I didn't know what I did to be that lucky, but Enzo was one of the last players to show up.

I swallowed hard, feeling the syringe in the palm of my hands, hidden inside my jacket.

"E-e-enzo," I stuttered, my throat tightening quickly.

He turned his head, raising an eyebrow, when he noticed I was holding a picture of him in my other hand.

"Quieres un autógrafo?" He smiled, pointing toward the picture.

I nodded, as he came closer. Quickly, I looked to the left, then to the right, no one in sight.

I was standing there for a reason, a blind spot, no cameras, and very close to a utility room, basically just behind me.

Enzo looked down, and before he knew what was happening, I injected him with the serum.

My heart pounded so hard in my chest, my muscles were trembling. If it didn't work, I would just get sued and end up in prison.

He let out a soft whimper, his eyes rolled back as he slumbed forward into my awaiting arms.

My body was moving on his own; I steadied him and pulled him into the utility room, locking it behind me. There was barely enough room for two people, let alone one unconscious footballer and a nervous mess.

I sat down and held him in my arms. His breathing was shallow, steady, as I ran a hand down his chest, feeling his firm muscles beneath the damp jersey.

It felt so good. Heat was radiating through the shirt, his muscles reacted to my touch and his scent, the musky, earthy smell of a man running around for 90 minutes, drenched in sweat and exhaustion filled the air.

His face was serene, yet his eyes were unfocused, his lips parted slightly, with him sighing contentedly from time to time.

I kept stroking him, running my fingers across his chest, his arms, and even lower, feeling his member through his tight shorts. Damn he was big.

My breath hitched in my throat as I felt him firmly.

That’s when the second stage of the process kicked in.

His body deflated, more and more until his tight clothes slipped from his skin. It looked weird, but the serum really was working.

It took me a second to take the next necessary step: putting him on.

It felt like a neoprene suit, like a diving suit, and I didn't hesitate any longer.

I put him on, his skin was tight, damp, yet a thrill coursed through me.

It was an ill fitting suit, tight suit, so tight, firm and uncomfortable.

I was shaking when I grabbed the inhaler, and at the count of three, I took a deep breath.

It left a sour taste in my mouth, my throat, but the effect was immediate.

My mind spun, my body quaked and I was barely able to steady myself against the wall.

Subconciously, I felt my chest, the skin tightened around my muscles, all of me was moving smoothly. Still, my insides were burning, my vision blurry and I let out a low groan.

Then, it all stopped.

It took me a moment to catch my breath, and my eyes fluttered.

I ran a hand across my skin, and I felt my muscles tense under my touch. I looked down, and was surprised.

I had abs, a toned chest, thighs and a huge throbbing cock.

"What the fuck happened?" I moaned, but it wasn't my voice- it was Enzo's.

In a hurry, I looked for my phone, unlocked it and turned on the camera. There I was, the beautiful Enzo Fernandez.

"Damn, it actually worked," I growled, running a hand through my damp, messy hair before I caressed my cheek and ran two fingers along my jawline. "Fuck."

His beautiful eyes, still slightly glazed over, looked back at me.

"Is this really me?" I said, and again, hearing his beautiful voice.

I instinctevly grew hard, and grabbed myself firmly, trying to prevent me from nutting right there, barely holding it in.

I closed my eyes, this had to be a dream, and I pinched myself. When I opened my eyes, I looked down and saw the toned body I had now.

Unable to process it fully, I ran a hand across my chest, along my arms, my thighs and back to my cock.

This was me, the new me.

I took several deep breaths, inahling something else; my new, musky scent. I lifted my arm, and buried my nose in my armpit, taking a deep sniff.

"Oh my god," I exhaled, the scent intoxicating my mind. "Fucking good."

I was unable to stop myself from leaking now, as I took another sniff.

My eyes rolled back quickly as I let out a rough, husky grunt.

That’s when I heard voices outside the room, people were looking for Enzo- for me.

I rummaged through the discarded pile of clothes on the ground, and put on the damp jersey, shorts, socks and lastly, the boots.

The jersey's sticky, damp fabric clung to my skin, and it made my breath hitch again. I could see my taut muscles through the wet fabric, nothing left to the imagination.

The shorts were even tighter, accentuating my big thighs, and the bulge at the front.

My hands brushed over it, and I pressed my palm against my length, eliciting another low moan from my throat. Then I felt my thick ass through the shorts.

"So tight," I growled, licking my lips.

I pulled up the socks to my knees, and put on the boots. So, so good.

I leaned against the wall, relishing in that moment, taking so many deep breaths.

The smell got even more intense, but I had to focus for now.

I pushed my old clothes aside and stepped outside. This body was strong, all the muscles moved just the way I wanted. I ran a hand through my tousled hair and across my firm chest, when some guy spotted me.

"Enzo, ahí estás." He said, approaching me with a shy smile.

At first I didn't know how to react, my spanish sucked, but some how, I had no issue understanding him like it was english.

"We were looking for you!" He said, placing a hand on my shoulder, leading me toward the locker room.

"Sorry, got hold up by a fan." I smiled, but hearing my new voice made me so heart, and I felt my cock straining my shorts. There was no hiding my erection, but nobody seemed to care much.

"Okay, okay." The guy waved it off, "The other's are already in the showers. We need to be in the bus in 20 minutes. Can you handle that?"

He looked at me, and I nodded.

"Sure, no problem." I said, confused when I learned to speak perfect spanish, but I didn't care.

We were right in front of the locker room, and I heard the other players snickering inside.

i opened the door and stepped inside, hit by the smell of a dozen, sweaty men.

I held back a low moan, as I felt myself leaking again. This was simply overwhelming. A few others were getting changed, and they spotted me, patting me on my shoulder, my tummy and my ass. Damn that felt good.

I now stood in front of the mirror, and looked at my reflection. Damn, I was hot.

I ran fingers along my arms, feeling my biceps flex firmly. Those beautiful tattoos, those firm muscles, felt so good.

The soccer gear fitted my body perfectly. The fabric, even damp with my own sweat, flowed along my firm muscles, accentuating my athletic frame.

My shorts were tight, yet extremely comfortable. The enormous bulge inside them was undeniable, and looked so good.

I lfited my arms, flexing at myself, and subtly, I took another deep sniff of my armpit.

The soaked jersey intensified my own scent, and I bit ny lip, trying to hold back several quiet moans.

Instead, a low growl escaped my lips, rumbling deep within my throat.

"So good," I said, stroking my chest, my tummy and even lower, feeling my tenting dick.

Another guy approached me, Julian was his name. He was in his boxers, showing off his beautiful body, and I couldn't help myself but drink in the sight of him.

"Good job out there," he giggled, patting my ass through my shorts.

"It was so good." I licked my lips at the sight of this beautiful man, taking in his scent as well.

His eyes roamed over my upper body, and he noticed my nipples piercing through the damp jersey.

"Don't look at yourself to much, cabrón." He teased, pinching my sensitive nipples. "The Coach will be pissed, when you are late, again."

I raised an eyebrow.

"He should be lucky we play for him, that fool." I smirked, and he mirrored me instantly.

"Ecaxtly, but still, don't be late." He tilted his head playfully and I nudged him with my elbow.

"Okay, bro."

Julian stepped into the showers and I took another, long look at my reflection.

I ran a hand down my chest, feeling the warmth of my body through the jersey.

My hand landed on my twitching cock, and I fondled me for a few moments. This felt so good; the clothes clinging to my skin, the scent of myself, and all the others mingling in the air and the excitement of wearing this professional athletes skin.

I took my clothes off, inhaling the scent of my jersey, before stepping into the showers as well.

Amidst the sound of my squadmates snickering, laughing and speaking to one another, I enjoyed all of it.

The feeling of my new body, the firm muscles, the smooth skin, the sound of my own muffled moans- fucking good.

This was the first time I came inside this new body. No one noticed, and what if they did? I didn't care.

Again and again, I shot a load into the shower, getting lost in the moment.

That was a fantastic start.

From that day on, I was Enzo Fernandez.

I went to training, got used to it all pretty quickly, and adjusted to this excititing life.

I wore his shorts every day at home, and used any given opportunity to jerk off. This body was a fine-tuned machine. And even though it took work to maintain it, it was way better than my old life.

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

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

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

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

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

Wait... Dad?

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

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

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

Connecting with my Son (1)

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

"Have a good day, you two!"

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

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

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

“Dude, you’re not gonna believe what I found at Elise’s” Julio came rushing out of his room, his skinny yet chubby frame wrapped in a towel, his body shining with sweat.

Malik looked up from his guitar with amused confusion. He’d been practicing for a show he and his group had coming up at the hole in the wall music venue in their small college town. But Julio had been locked up in his room since Malik had come back from practice with his band, and he’d wondered what his roommate had been up to in the last several hours.

“Someone’s excited,” Malik chuckled taking a sip from his tea, noticing from Julio’s towel that his excitement was displayed in other ways.

“You have no idea,” Julio laughed, finding his way in front of Malik and panting.

Elise’s was a curio shop located on the edge of their charming New England college town, full of all kinds of weird trinkets and vaguely occult collectibles. There wasn’t a single freshman at their university that didn’t have a story about the strange this they saw the other day or the odd that they purchased to show off to their friends—always secretly hoping the object’s vague enigmatic promises would somehow come true. To most, it was a quirky junk store; to some, it was a mysterious Mecca. And why not? If the stories and whispers around town linked to Elise’s were true, one couldn’t help but believe.

“What did Elise sucker you into buying this time?” Malik asked smugly, leaning over to set his guitar down.

Julio dropped his jaw in a feigned offended grin and scoffed, “You’re gonna eat your words in a minute.”

Julio hooked his towel outward with one thumb and let it fall to the floor with a soft thud. “Dude!” Malik started, still bent over at eye level but shooting back up into the couch. Julio’s 5 incher swung out bobbing with stiffness and he stood nude before Malik, nothing on his body except a piece of jewelry resting against his recently shaved groin. His balls and boner were fed through an ornate ring of rounded gold, with what looked to be smoothed rubies embedded into its face.

A cock ring! That gullible motherfucker bought a cock ring! At Elise’s of all places! Malik couldn’t help but laugh.

“Thought you’d like it!” Julio giggled dumbly.

“Dude, you’re a mess,” Malik continued laughing and ran his hands down his face. “So what’s the tale that pairs with this one?”

“Well…” Julio started to explain but smiled and sighed. “I think that’s better seen that told.”

He stepped in closer to Malik on the couch, straddling his legs in his standing position until he was only about a foot away from Malik. He reached down wrapped his left hand around his package.

“Here’s what I want you to do… You’re gonna hold onto me like this, and whenever you’re ready, I want you to tug, real hard and real quickly,” he gestured forcefully with his hands, miming exactly like he wanted Malik to do it. “Just like that. Act like you’re pulling the cord of a lawnmower or something.”

Malik furrowed his brow with an amused smile, “Uhhh, won’t that hurt? Like a lot?” 

“Trust me, I know this sounds—“

“Fucking weird?”

“Sure, but just trust me. I promise you’ll love it.”

Malik looked up in exasperated amusement and then back down at Julio’s package and shrugged. He gingerly put a hand out and wrapped it around Julio’s stiff member and balls, feeling their warmth and looking back up at Julio with a cocked eyebrow.

“Do it,” Julio nodded down to him, panting excitedly. “Remember: really quick, really hard.” He took a deep breath and folded his hands behind his head.

Malik looked down and tightened his lips together. His grip on Julio’s package tightened and he did exactly as he was told. He yanked hard downwards and was surprised to see for the flash second that he yanked that Julio’s package streeeetched with the yank, startling Malik as it snapped back with a fleshy smack against Julio’s pelvis. Malik could swear that the rubies embedded in the cock ring pulsed with a fiery, deep luminescence, making the jewelry appear to writhe. Julio sucked in a sharp gust of air and the unbelievable happened in front of Malik in the span of a second, two max.

Julio’s body jolted upright and stretched taller, his body making all kinds of popping and stretching sounds as he grew several inches in height. Simultaneously, his body purely exploded with new, bulging musculature that seemed to crowd Malik as he shrank back onto the couch with a dropped jaw. With a single grunt, Julio’s body let out a final pulsing jolt, his size, weight, shape, and skin no longer his own, his hands still locked behind his head as he shook and twitched with the new musculature. His head shook once, but rapidly, and once it had stilled, his hair, jaw, cheeks, and whole face for that matter looked completely different, replaced by the model-like mug the body he now rocked deserved. Finally, Malik noticed his package, still bobbing from when he’d yanked it not a second ago, throbbed intensely as it seemed to shed itself into a larger, thicker size, his head peeking red and dripping out of his foreskin and his balls plumping larger and sagging his sack a little more.

Julio released the gust of air he’d sucked in a second ago with a grumbling moan, his voice deeper and different from what it was. His sweaty body glistened with a little more moisture as he dropped his now thick and powerful arms from behind his head in a flex.

“Pretty sick, right?” Julio asked in a rich, deep Southern accent, completely not his own, dropping his hand down again to rub his meaty fist down all 11 inches of his pre-slick meat, as Malik pawed at his own stiffening dick.

“Wh-who..? What the fuck happened to you?” Malik panted excitedly.

“Fucked if I know, dude,” he chuckled, rubbing his other hand hard across his pecs, up and down his abs, smearing his sweat into his bushy pit hair. “Don’t even know who I am. Don’t know who any of them have been.”

“Any? Them?”

Julio just nodded with a grin, reaching behind himself to squeeze his ass and popping his pecs proudly, “It’s a different guy every time.”

Malik just wheezed excited breaths, standing up to feel Julio’s new firm ridges and mounds, worshiping and squeezing every inch he could get his hands on. Julio laughed along and did several poses and let Malik smell under his pits. His odor was intoxicating now, Malik was pretty sure he’d never smelled something that musky or magnetic before and he wasn’t sure if he wanted it to leave the apartment. And it radiated off him like heat.

“You fucking reek, bro,” Malik mumbled, scooping Julio’s hefty dick and balls into his hands and tugged their impressive size, eliciting a shuddering groan from Julio. He could feel the pre-tinged sweatiness wafting up from Julio’s taint and now in his own hands. His cock head was peeking out from within its foreskin and dripped a thick dollop of pre onto Malik’s wrist. They looked up at each other with a grin.

“Kiss it,” Julio slurred and bucked his hips into Malik, his impressive length rubbing up against Malik’s torso.

Malik knelt and did as his was told, looking up at Julio as he kissed the wet head of Julio’s meat. Julio chuckled and swayed, slapping Malik’s face with his club. Malik caught it with his tongue and served it into his mouth, playing around with it with his tongue and sucking eagerly.

“FF-Ffuucckk,” Julio groaned, leaning his head back as he thrusted his hips against his roommate, feeling his length side in further, then out, then in. “Ju-ust be c-care-careful, man, it—“

Malik ignored him, attacking Julio’s cock with more greedy vigor, licking and sucking his length to the root and colliding with the elegant cock ring. As he loudly blew his friend, he tugged playfully yet forcefully on his overgrown balls.

“Dude-fuuuckk-dude, careful, you’ll-UUGGHHNN…”

Malik just looked up at his panting hunk, his sculpted face contorted in ecstatic throes, and kept working Julio’s meat. He could feel Julio’s pace picking up as his throat opened up, letting Julio buck harder and harder into his face. He focused on his tongue, working the underside of his shaft and putting pressure on Julio’s pistoning slit.

“Dude, I’m gonna—!!!” Julio arched his back in a jolt as Malik felt his mushroom head give its telltale swell and vibrate in the back of his throat.

Malik could only tell that his mouth and throat were filled to the brim almost instantly. He coughed hot jizz violently out of his mouth, some squirting out of his nose as Julio spazzed forcefully over and over again, his massive cock shooting thick, piss-like ropes out of its slit in a seemingly never-ending pulsating succession. As Malik continued panting fresh air, Julio shook through orgasmic grunts and moans as he drenched Malik’s face and hair with what was now about a liter of cum. As he continued bucking, his new enormous size began to dissipate. His muscles looked like they were sinking lower with each consecutive spurt as his features and skin tone slowly morphed back to his own features, slowly becoming more and more recognizable. Sweat continued dripping down him as he sank shorter, lighter, back to himself, and Malik could see that his packaged dwindled back to its average size with the last creamy spurts. Finally, Julio was back to himself, the only evidence of his earlier form now soaking into Malik’s clothes, dripping off his skin and hair, and splattered on the leather couch. Miraculously, none had gotten on Malik’s guitar.

Malik looked up at Julio wordlessly, panting and swallowing residual droplets still in and around his mouth. Julio just wiped his face with both hands, clearing it of sweat, and then lowered them to work his package out of the cock rink, carefully sliding one testicle out at a time and then sliding it down his still-deflating shaft. He held it up between his thumb and index finger and looked down at Malik.

“So… yeah,” he panted nonchalantly and then wheezed out laughter.

‘So, yeah,’ Malik agreed as he laughed too and wiped more of Julio’s seed off his face. He looked up with fascination at the cock ring in Julio’s hand and sighed. What a goddamn lucky find! Did Elise even know the value of what she’d sold?! The possibilities drove him mad. And now he and his best friend had it, free to do as they wished.

Malik swallowed excitedly, “Can I try it on?”

Jared had everything he could want. The looks, the friends, girls drooling over him, the athletic ability... the list went on. The only thing he didn't have was a good grade in his stupid intro to English course. To Jared, school was just an obstacle to the things he would rather be focusing on. His time partying, working out, and practicing on the field were all higher priorities for him. The only thing grades were good for were maintaining his sports scholarship.

"C'mon man, you can't fail me." Jared insisted, "I'll write a stupid essay or something. Ever heard of extra credit?"

Dr. Peters sighed, "Jared, I know you have the potential. You're a bright young man and..."

"Enough with the bullshitting." The young jock continued, "I'm sure I could pass your class if I gave a fuck." His eyes narrowed.

"In all my years of teaching, I've never..." Dr. Peters paused and regained his composure, "Look, I'm sorry Jared, but I can't just change your grade." He put the papers he had been reading down as his phone buzzed, "I'm sorry, I have to take this."

Jared watched as his professor stepped away and the young man sighed. Did he lose his cool? Yeah. Did it hurt his case? Fuck yeah. But he wasn't about to let some washed out, gay English nerd fuck with his life. Jared looked down at the papers Dr. Peters was reading and smirked. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and left the room.

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Was stealing a bunch of papers from his English professor the best revenge he could think of? No, not at all. But when Jared started reading them, he nearly died from laughter.

"Did he write this shit?" Jared smirked, taking in Dr. Peter's handwriting, "Oh my god, dude needs to learn to type. Probably can't even afford a laptop on his shitty salary."

As Jared started to read the pages he had stolen, his expression shifted. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"What a pervert." Jared chuckled, "This is what you spend your time writing about?" The story was unlike anything he expected. It detailed an intimate encounter between two men - Dr. Peters and an assistant coach named Chris, "You dirty fucker," Jared whispered under his breath.

But he couldn't help but continue to read over each line. The story unfolded with vivid descriptions of a burly, handsome assistant football coach, Chris. The broad shoulders, thick gut, hirsute form- oozing masculinity.

"So that's the type of guy Peters gets off to." Jared mused, "What a…" He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his cock beginning to stiffen, tenting against his jeans, "The fuck…?" He smirked, "Guess its been a bit since I got off…" He whispered.

Jared kept reading, his curiosity piqued despite himself. The story described how the English professor ran a hand through the assistant coach's thick chest hair, tracing the lines of muscle beneath. As he read these words, Jared felt an odd itching sensation on his own chest. He absently scratched at it, not realizing that fine hairs were beginning to sprout across his smooth skin.

He continued to read, now fully engrossed in the erotic tale unfolding before him. The professor leaned in closer to the coach, breathing in the scent of his cologne mixed with sweat. Jared inhaled deeply- he could swear he smelled it too. It was rugged, musky, and deliciously masculine. And it was coming from him. His own musky pits… And it smelled so good…

"What the hell." Jared shook his head, "Alright… time to put this down…"

Jared tried to set the papers aside, but found himself unable to look away. The story had taken hold of him, drawing him deeper into its world. As he read on, the characters' encounter grew more heated. The professor pressed his lips to the coach's neck, feeling the coarse stubble against his face. Jared winced as hairs sprouted from his own jawline, growing thicker until he sported a scraggly, manly beard.

"Wh-what the fuck?"

He tried to lift a hand to confirm what he had felt. But his hands remained stuck in place, holding the story. He couldn't even move his head, forced to stare at the pages and read what was on them.

"I can't move…" He stuttered, "I can't…"

Jared couldn't help but continue to read. Read the description of professor grasping the coach's muscular arms, Jared could feel his own biceps swell and thicken. But he couldn't look. Couldn't see the changes that the story wrought on his lean muscles and athletic form.

"Ohhhh... fuck…" He moaned.

The story detailed how the professor trailed kisses down the coach's chest, circling his nipples with his tongue. Jared gasped, feeling his own nipples harden and tingle. He wanted to look down, to see if they had darkened and enlarged like the coach's, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from the pages. But he could feel his pecs swell, thickening with muscle, while also sagging and softening with age.

"Pl-please let me go…" Jared begged.

He read as the coach groaned, his hands roaming over the professor's body. Jared's fingers twitched, aching to do the same. To explore every inch of someone else's skin, to feel another man beneath him. He shook his head, trying to clear the thoughts. But they persisted, growing stronger with each passing moment. As the characters in the story began to undress each other, Jared felt his own clothes start to come undone and vanish, leaving him completely naked on his bed.

"Feels so good..." The cool air on his warm skin sent a shudder of pleasure through his increasingly larger form.

As Jared read on, he felt his scalp begin to tingle. He tried to ignore it, focusing instead on the vivid descriptions of the characters' bodies pressing together. But the sensation grew more intense, spreading across his entire head.

He gasped as he felt strands of hair loosen and fall away. More followed, clinging to his fingers as he reached up to feel the thinning locks. Panic surged through him, but he couldn't stop reading. The story described the professor running his hands through the coach's thinning hair, and Jared felt his own recede further, revealing more of his scalp.

"No… please no…" He whimpered, but the words came out slurred and weak. His voice was changing too, deepening into a gravelly rasp. He could hear the difference, but couldn't process what it meant.

Jared's eyes widened as he felt a sudden burst of heat across his skin. The story detailed the professor trailing kisses down the coach's chest, across his hairy belly and lower still. Jared gasped, feeling coarse hairs erupt across his own once-smooth torso. They sprang up everywhere - his chest, back, shoulders. He felt like a walking carpet, covered in a thick pelt of dark fur.

"I can't be becoming him... I can't be.... fuck..."

Despite the alarming changes, Jared found himself growing more aroused. The descriptions of the characters' bodies pressing together, their sweaty skin sliding against each other, filled him with a primal hunger. He craved that closeness, that intimacy. He wanted to feel another man's strong arms around him.

"Oh fuck that… I'm not gay…" The pace of his breathing had quickened, his mind was racing as he tried to process the changes, "I'm Jared. I'm not…"

The story described the professor reaching down to grasp the coach's throbbing cock, feeling it pulse in his hand. Jared moaned, his own member responding in kind. It lengthened and thickened. Pre-cum leaked from the tip, dripping down onto his furry thighs. He couldn't believe how sensitive he had become, how desperately he needed release.

"I need… I need…" He whimpered, but he couldn't find the words. Couldn't articulate the burning desire coursing through his veins. All he knew was that he craved another man's touch. Craved the feeling of being filled, of being used.

Suddenly, he felt a presence behind him.

Strong arms wrapped around Jared's waist, pulling him back against a solid, muscular frame. He gasped, his eyes snapping open as he realized he was no longer alone. Realized he wasn't even in his dorm room anymore. He was in a bedroom. Their bedroom. Their? No he was… he was… His eyes widened as the papers in his hands vanished, as the the story's words faded away, instead replaced by reality.

"W-what the fuck?" He stammered, trying to turn around. But the arms held him firmly in place.

A low, husky voice rumbled in his ear, "I love you, babe."

Jared froze, recognizing that voice instantly. It was Dr. Peters. But how?

Before he could process it further, he felt the older man's hand wrap around his throbbing cock. Fingers closed around the base, squeezing gently. Jared cried out, his hips bucking involuntarily.

"Yes, right there," Jared heard himself say, but the voice didn't belong to him. It was deeper, gruffer, and laced with lust. He tried to open his mouth to protest, but no sound came out. Instead, his lips formed a smile as he pushed back against Dr. Peters' hand.

Panic surged through Jared's mind as he realized he wasn't in control of his own body anymore. He was trapped, watching helplessly as the assistant coach persona took over. The one from the story.

"Please, don't stop," Coach moaned, his hips rocking in time with Dr. Peters' strokes. "I need you inside me."

As Dr. Peters guided him towards the bed, Jared's vision blurred. The last thing he saw before darkness claimed him was a wedding band glinting on his own finger. Memories flooded his mind - memories of a life he hadn't lived. Of loving Dr. Peters, of being loved by him. Of countless nights spent entwined in each other's arms, of waking up to the older man's warm embrace.

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"Babe? Babe?" Jared stirred awake, his eyelids fluttering open. He blinked groggily, trying to orient himself. The last thing he remembered was… what exactly? Something about a story... about Dr. Peters… No... Evan. His husband...

"Thank god, you passed out," Evan said, relief evident in his voice. He sat on the edge of the bed, a concerned look etched on his face. "I was worried sick about you."

Jared frowned, confusion clouding his mind. Passed out? Worried? What was going on? He glanced down at his hand, noticing the wedding band for the first time. It was gold, simple, but unmistakable. He lifted his hand to examine it, but Evan caught his wrist gently.

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Evan murmured, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of Jared's hand.

Jared found himself nodding along, allowing Dr. Peters to guide him towards the bathroom. As they walked, Jared inspected his body. The thick chest hair, the broad shoulders, the paunch around his middle. None of it made sense. He was supposed to be a fit, muscular college athlete, not this… not this…

"Babe?"

As Jared looked at Evan, something clicked into place. The concern in his eyes, the gentle touch of his hands, the familiarity of his voice - it all fell together like pieces of a puzzle. This was his husband. His lover. The man he had built a life with. With a swift movement, Jared pushed Evan backwards onto the couch, pinning him beneath his weight. The older man yelped in surprise, but quickly melted into a pleased smile as he felt Jared's erection press against his thigh.

"We can't just leave it hanging like that, can we?"

(Reader Request)

"Hey Dupond! Quit slacking off! We have a quota to fill."

"Uh, right away, sir!"

I grumble, continuing to slave away at the machine using my freakishly long human arms. My sweat has completely soaked through my shirt, showcasing my round belly. This work is just so unbecoming of an Abyss Mage such as myself, but it's all worth it for the sake of my mission.

 I was sent to Fontaine for a mission to infiltrate their stupid society. Every scout of the Abyss Order is given just a small fraction of our Lector's power over the Leylines. With it, we can extract memories from the ley lines to assume the forms and identities of whomever we desire. Dupond is just another one of the identities that I assumed. As a guard of the Palais Mermonia, he had all the necessary permissions to gather information, but he's just not interesting enough to evade suspicions. Alas, I got too close when snooping around their classified documents. They never actually saw me ruffling about, but I was charged with trespassing after being seen on the kameras.

At first I thought this to be a setback, but shortly after being sentenced, I realized the potential of my situation.

Over the course of my brief stay here, I've memorized every guard's schedule. In just a few minutes, there will be a blind spot right next to the entrance to the central tower. 

I wipe away the sweat from my mustache before finding a spot behind some pipes. Today is the day Wriothesley is showing about some new prisoners. Before long, the warden exits the tower, and I sneak through the metal doors behind him.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading up to the warden's office. I make my way up to the top. The circular room is lit by a large skylight opening to the ocean depths. An ornate desk faces the entrance. Behind it is a plush red chair, and a giant version of the duke's seal is on the wall behind it. There are multiple bookshelves around the area, with one housing a large closet.

There we go.

I open the doors of the closet, where a little something catches my eye. A loose red tie.

I clutch it in my hands like a priceless jewel. A grin makes its way across my face as I begin to focus on rewriting the reality of the ley lines. My pudgy gut recedes to make way for a chiseled six-pack. At the same time, my muscles begin growing into a body molded by years of scrappy combat as battle scars spread across my body. My face becomes clean shaven, and my features sharpen into those of a man in his late 20s. A mop of short, black, messy hair drapes over my face, and my outfit changes to one more becoming of a duke. My prison uniform turns into a crisp double-breasted vest with grey trousers. Black bandages wrap themselves around my arms and neck. After the transformation completes, I am the spitting image of the Duke. I grab a piece of my new ass, squeezing it with awe. Then my new memories come flooding in, filling my head with the formative years of the young duke to help me pass successfully. 

 This is the perfect position to gather intel. The Duke knows all the ins and outs of the place, and holds some very powerful connections. I chuckle. Those fools are all none the wiser that their trusted confidant is actually working for the enemy.

Hmmmm. I was going to wait for a bit to ambush the Duke in his own office, but now that we have some time to ourselves...

With a swift yank with my toned arms, the Duke's trousers are pulled down, and both of the Duke's prized possessions fall out. The Duke has a slight above-average size topped with a bush of dark hair, but his girth is anything but. The width of the member is only enhanced by a silver ring around its base, and it seems that the Duke still has his foreskin untouched. The head just barely peeks out, covered by a hood of skin. 

I grip my member with my hand and begin to move it up and down in the middle of the room. At the same time, I pinch one of his nipples and play with it, providing dual stimulation. With every pump, the sensitive head is momentarily exposed to the balmy sea air, before the hood slides smoothly back over it. The wet squelch of the skin sliding against skin echoes across the tower.

As I pleasure myself in the middle of the room, I look up at the waters above. All of this is under my jurisdiction now. This body, and the rest of this Fortress, is now in service to the true masters of this world.

I continue to jerk off indiscriminately. Every time I feel myself coming closer, I stop just before it does. In a vicious cycle of gooning and edging, I can feel my seed accumulate, just waiting to be released. 

Then I hear a voice from behind me.

"Stop right there! Who are you, and why do you look like me?"

I turn around, hand still wrapped around my cock.

Wriosthesly stands at the entrance to the room with his gauntlets raised, clearly shocked at the sight before him. I chuckle. "Oh? I was going to save this for later, but now's a good time too."

I grab one of the spare hats I stole from the Guard's Office and fling it onto the Duke's head before he has a chance to respond.

"What the?"

Instantly, the transformation starts. His face changes to that of a young officer fresh out of the program. His hair shortens to a standard short cut, and his features soften. His uniform is changed to a standard guard uniform, a black high-collared coat over brown pants. His scars fade, but his physique remains the same as before. His chest fills out the coat erotically, just barely kept in by a few buttons, and his ass stretches out the pants from behind. It would be a waste to let that body go to waste, so I arranged a whole new identity for the former Duke.

He is now a fresh new recruit named Caspar. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but willing to serve his superiors to the fullest. I've already prepared the necessary documents to prove his existence, and with my newfound authority, I can ensure they are processed without question.

The former Duke is dazed, gripping his head as his data is forcibly overwritten.

"Urghh my head...where am I...Oh! Sorry, my Duke. I didn't mean to interrupt you.", stammers Wriothesley, apologetically flustered at the thought of disrupting his superior's quality time.

"It's no trouble at all, Caspar. Actually, I think I have a task for you."

Wriothesley's eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be furiously wagging. 

"Really?"

I lead the oaf to my desk and set myself on the chair, directing him to kneel in front of me.

"I've been a little stressed lately. It'd be a big help if you could help me... blow off some steam."

I hold up my cock in front of his face.

"Just put this in your mouth and move up and down. And watch the teeth."

Wriothesley nods, and gingerly positions it in his mouth, then starts to move back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff."

Wriothesley enthusiastically sucks on his former cock, determined to make himself useful. His eyes look up at me with a cute expression, trying to read my face. I can feel his warm mouth fill with slobber with a little bit of it dribbling down my balls. The sight of this big bumbling oaf trying his best to service me is just too adorable. It's hard to even imagine that he was ever the boss of this complex. Now his purpose is to just be my little lapdog.

Feeling the moment approaching, I grab Wriothesley's head and pull him in closer until his nose is buried deep in my bush. Then all of the pent-up seed shoots out directly into his throat. Wriothesley gags, but a calm "Stay" allows him to keep his composure.

I dislodge my cock from his throat, and he collapses onto the side of my thigh, panting as he catches his breath. I give him a few scritches under his chin, to which he responds well.

"Were you satisfied with that, sir?"

"Of course. You did a very good job. If you do me a favor, can you keep this one between the two of us? I would hate to see the others get jealous. It can just be our special thing."

"Yes Sir! I won't let you down."

Caspar gets up to go back to his post, a little spot of cum still on his pecs.

(Reader Request)

"Hey Dupond! Quit slacking off! We have a quota to fill."

"Uh, right away, sir!"

I grumble, continuing to slave away at the machine using my freakishly long human arms. My sweat has completely soaked through my shirt, showcasing my round belly. This work is just so unbecoming of an Abyss Mage such as myself, but it's all worth it for the sake of my mission.

 I was sent to Fontaine for a mission to infiltrate their stupid society. Every scout of the Abyss Order is given just a small fraction of our Lector's power over the Leylines. With it, we can extract memories from the ley lines to assume the forms and identities of whomever we desire. Dupond is just another one of the identities that I assumed. As a guard of the Palais Mermonia, he had all the necessary permissions to gather information, but he's just not interesting enough to evade suspicions. Alas, I got too close when snooping around their classified documents. They never actually saw me ruffling about, but I was charged with trespassing after being seen on the kameras.

At first I thought this to be a setback, but shortly after being sentenced, I realized the potential of my situation.

Over the course of my brief stay here, I've memorized every guard's schedule. In just a few minutes, there will be a blind spot right next to the entrance to the central tower. 

I wipe away the sweat from my mustache before finding a spot behind some pipes. Today is the day Wriothesley is showing about some new prisoners. Before long, the warden exits the tower, and I sneak through the metal doors behind him.

Inside the tower is a spiral staircase leading up to the warden's office. I make my way up to the top. The circular room is lit by a large skylight opening to the ocean depths. An ornate desk faces the entrance. Behind it is a plush red chair, and a giant version of the duke's seal is on the wall behind it. There are multiple bookshelves around the area, with one housing a large closet.

There we go.

I open the doors of the closet, where a little something catches my eye. A loose red tie.

I clutch it in my hands like a priceless jewel. A grin makes its way across my face as I begin to focus on rewriting the reality of the ley lines. My pudgy gut recedes to make way for a chiseled six-pack. At the same time, my muscles begin growing into a body molded by years of scrappy combat as battle scars spread across my body. My face becomes clean shaven, and my features sharpen into those of a man in his late 20s. A mop of short, black, messy hair drapes over my face, and my outfit changes to one more becoming of a duke. My prison uniform turns into a crisp double-breasted vest with grey trousers. Black bandages wrap themselves around my arms and neck. After the transformation completes, I am the spitting image of the Duke. I grab a piece of my new ass, squeezing it with awe. Then my new memories come flooding in, filling my head with the formative years of the young duke to help me pass successfully. 

 This is the perfect position to gather intel. The Duke knows all the ins and outs of the place, and holds some very powerful connections. I chuckle. Those fools are all none the wiser that their trusted confidant is actually working for the enemy.

Hmmmm. I was going to wait for a bit to ambush the Duke in his own office, but now that we have some time to ourselves...

With a swift yank with my toned arms, the Duke's trousers are pulled down, and both of the Duke's prized possessions fall out. The Duke has a slight above-average size topped with a bush of dark hair, but his girth is anything but. The width of the member is only enhanced by a silver ring around its base, and it seems that the Duke still has his foreskin untouched. The head just barely peeks out, covered by a hood of skin. 

I grip my member with my hand and begin to move it up and down in the middle of the room. At the same time, I pinch one of his nipples and play with it, providing dual stimulation. With every pump, the sensitive head is momentarily exposed to the balmy sea air, before the hood slides smoothly back over it. The wet squelch of the skin sliding against skin echoes across the tower.

As I pleasure myself in the middle of the room, I look up at the waters above. All of this is under my jurisdiction now. This body, and the rest of this Fortress, is now in service to the true masters of this world.

I continue to jerk off indiscriminately. Every time I feel myself coming closer, I stop just before it does. In a vicious cycle of gooning and edging, I can feel my seed accumulate, just waiting to be released. 

Then I hear a voice from behind me.

"Stop right there! Who are you, and why do you look like me?"

I turn around, hand still wrapped around my cock.

Wriosthesly stands at the entrance to the room with his gauntlets raised, clearly shocked at the sight before him. I chuckle. "Oh? I was going to save this for later, but now's a good time too."

I grab one of the spare hats I stole from the Guard's Office and fling it onto the Duke's head before he has a chance to respond.

"What the?"

Instantly, the transformation starts. His face changes to that of a young officer fresh out of the program. His hair shortens to a standard short cut, and his features soften. His uniform is changed to a standard guard uniform, a black high-collared coat over brown pants. His scars fade, but his physique remains the same as before. His chest fills out the coat erotically, just barely kept in by a few buttons, and his ass stretches out the pants from behind. It would be a waste to let that body go to waste, so I arranged a whole new identity for the former Duke.

He is now a fresh new recruit named Caspar. Not the sharpest tool in the shed, but willing to serve his superiors to the fullest. I've already prepared the necessary documents to prove his existence, and with my newfound authority, I can ensure they are processed without question.

The former Duke is dazed, gripping his head as his data is forcibly overwritten.

"Urghh my head...where am I...Oh! Sorry, my Duke. I didn't mean to interrupt you.", stammers Wriothesley, apologetically flustered at the thought of disrupting his superior's quality time.

"It's no trouble at all, Caspar. Actually, I think I have a task for you."

Wriothesley's eyes light up. If he had a tail, it would be furiously wagging. 

"Really?"

I lead the oaf to my desk and set myself on the chair, directing him to kneel in front of me.

"I've been a little stressed lately. It'd be a big help if you could help me... blow off some steam."

I hold up my cock in front of his face.

"Just put this in your mouth and move up and down. And watch the teeth."

Wriothesley nods, and gingerly positions it in his mouth, then starts to move back and forth.

"Ahhh, that's the stuff."

Wriothesley enthusiastically sucks on his former cock, determined to make himself useful. His eyes look up at me with a cute expression, trying to read my face. I can feel his warm mouth fill with slobber with a little bit of it dribbling down my balls. The sight of this big bumbling oaf trying his best to service me is just too adorable. It's hard to even imagine that he was ever the boss of this complex. Now his purpose is to just be my little lapdog.

Feeling the moment approaching, I grab Wriothesley's head and pull him in closer until his nose is buried deep in my bush. Then all of the pent-up seed shoots out directly into his throat. Wriothesley gags, but a calm "Stay" allows him to keep his composure.

I dislodge my cock from his throat, and he collapses onto the side of my thigh, panting as he catches his breath. I give him a few scritches under his chin, to which he responds well.

"Were you satisfied with that, sir?"

"Of course. You did a very good job. If you do me a favor, can you keep this one between the two of us? I would hate to see the others get jealous. It can just be our special thing."

"Yes Sir! I won't let you down."

Caspar gets up to go back to his post, a little spot of cum still on his pecs.

Ever since I got my hands on that chronivac thing, my frat has been fucking unstoppable. I’ve turned every single member of ours into a bronzed musclegod while taking down a peg the guys from the other frats. Hell, I even let my bros use my laptop sometimes to go out and have fun changing idiots on campus, cause they’re my frat and I trust them.

These two idiots are Marty and Dom, they used to be ever so chubby, a result of a car crash injury that left them both unnable to exercise for a couple do months, but when I got the Chronivac the first thing I did was make them BIG again, and maybe increase some of their attributes while I was at it. They were immensely grateful, and I thought I had earned myself allies for life. So imagine my surprise when I woke up, with the two of them staring at me from the foot of my bed with my laptop in their hands.

“Good morning?” I said, confused

“Good morning, captain jackass!” Marty answered

“Shut up Marty. What the hell are you two doing?” I asked them, but already having a guess in mind

“We’re taking over the ship, broski. Me and Marty over here decided that it’s unfair that you get to hog all the power of the Chronivac for yourself, thinking you can make rules like “Don’t use it to make girls suck our dicks” or “Don’t make global level changes”, so we’re taking you down so me and Marty can be co-kings!” Dom said, with a smirk on his face

“Yeah, and you’re gonna get turned into some dumb ass faggot who only thinks of sucking marty and dom dick, sucking marty and dom dick and sucking marty and dom dick!” Marty laughed

Oh for christ’s sake, I really shouldn’t have trusted these morons.

“Marty, Dom, come on guys, I was nice enough to make you guys actually notice the changes, and I literally let you use it all the time. I keep those rules in place so just things don’t get out of control, or do you want to get the attention of other users. Hand me the phone and I’ll forget this ever happened.” I told them, calmly stating my intention

“Like hell we are! Here, wanna do the honors of transforming Mason the Frat King into Mason the Frat Dump, Marty?” Dom asked, still laughing

“Yuhuh! Bye bye, big man in charge, enjoy being our dumb bitch!” Marty said, laughing as he pressed the enter button

Then, there was a bright flash of light from the screen, and I heard them scream as I let out a hearty laugh.

“What’s with the noise, fags?” I said, still laughing to myself “Did you dumbfucks really think I’d not take some precautions as to avoid getting betrayed like this? It’s a secret, but this has happened before. That cock sucker Anthony from Kappa Kappa Tau was my right hand man, but he tried to turn me into a fag boy and It bounced right back at ‘im. I’m the Chronivac Master here, and don’t you forget that.”

“A truth serum?” John asked.

“Yeah!” Mark replied, “except it’s not what you think. Instead of making you tell the truth, it makes everything you say become the truth.”

John looked down at the small green bottle. “Sounds a little dangerous.”

“It doesn’t last that long, and you can always reverse whatever you say.” Mark saw the hesitation in his friend’s eyes. “C’mon man, all I need for you is to make me jacked. You can do it to yourself too! C’mon. Please?”

John looked down at the bottle then down at his body. He could do with some more muscle, and it wouldn’t hurt Mark either.

“Fine,” he said taking the bottle and unscrewing the cap, “but just to get us jacked.”

“Totally bro,” Mark said, and with that, John drank. The bottle was so small, the entire thing went down his throat. “Well,” he said, “feel any different?”

“Not really…” John said, “how does this work?”

“Anything you say becomes the truth. So… say something!”

John cleared his throat. “Right… well… we’re jacked. Both of us. Nice and muscular, but not too muscular.”

It was instantaneous. Both boys felt their bodies balloon out with muscle, causing their loose, dangling clothes to grow tight and fitting around their new, jacked bodies.

Mark didn’t waste any time. Within seconds, his shirt was off, and he was looking at himself in the mirror, eyes wide with shock.

“Fuuuuck dude! It worked! It really worked!!” John was barely listening. He was feeling up his own muscles through his t-shirt. They didn’t even feel real, but when he gave one pec a hearty squeeze, he knew that this wasn’t a dream. “Say something else!” John ran back in, practically jumping up and down.

“Like… what?”

“ANYTHING! Like… give me a huge dick.”

“A huge… what?”

“C’mon dude,” Mark was back to pleading, “my girlfriend would get a kick out of it.”

“Fine,” John said with a grin, “Mark has a a giant monster cock that’s so big, he can’t even fit it into his girlfriend’s pussy.”

Mark felt a huge tugging at the bottom of his boxers, and looked down to see his cock growing and growing, so much so that he was fighting to keep his shorts from just falling down. By the time the damn thing was done expanding, Mark guessed it was at least 11 inches long.

“Jesus man, what the fuck??” But John was cracking up. Mark looked back down at his dick and started to imagine what life would be like with a shlong that long. “You’re so fucking gay man,” Mark said.

“Right,” John scoffed, “I’M the gay one.”

He didn’t realize what he had done until after he’d done it. Apparently the serum didn’t take to sarcasm too well, because after saying the words “I’m the gay one,” John started to look at Mark differently. He started to lust after his muscular physique with an animal passion, caressing the curves of his biceps with his eyes, practically tasting the precum dripping out of the wet patch in Mark’s skin-tight boxer shorts, where his massive dick was twitching relentlessly.

“Dude… you okay?”

He didn’t know how long he was staring. Only that he wanted more than to just stare. He wanted Mark. He wanted him now.

“I think we’ve had our fun,” Mark said, starting to feel his nerves unwind, “let’s change back, okay? John? Can you change me back?”

“Okay,” John said with a smirk, “I’ll change you… but I won’t change you back.”

Mark’s face grew pale. “Wait, what?”

John cleared his throat, “Mark has a giant body to match his giant dick. He’s a fucking muscle beast with humongous arms and a giant pec shelf.”

Mark didn’t even have time to speak before his body shot out in all directions. What was previously handsome and toned was now obscene and large. His legs grew like tree trunks bursting through his underwear and sending his monster cock flying out into the cold air. He could barely see below his bulging pecs, and his arms had grown so large in the span of a few seconds, that they had rendered a lot of previous movement impossible.

“What the fuck man?!” Mark said. He gripped his dick. It felt normal sized in his otherwise abnormal hands. “What did you do to me?”

“I only made it so that you’d be able to have a regular dick again. Well… regular compared to the rest of your body.”

Mark’s head was rushing with thoughts. What was his girlfriend going to say about this? What was his family going to say? His job? How was he going to live his life when he couldn’t even fit through a proper doorway?

“Change me back,” he said firmly.

John smiled. “Of course I’ll change you back. But not after I’ve had some more fun.” Mark was about to lunge forward when John said: “Isn’t that right, mister Robbie Amell?”

Mark exhaled deeply. As he did, he felt his muscles subside, his body shrinking and leaning out into the chiseled physique of Robbie Amell. His hands reached for his face, and he felt the bones shift and rearrange themselves under his skin, which became smooth and soft to this touch.

“What is happening to me?” Mark said, his voice now noticeably higher. His bewildered blue eyes shot to John, who was rubbing his own dick through his skin-tight jeans. Just as soon as he saw this did a pair of tight gym shorts wrap themselves around Mark—or Robbie’s—defined hips. In the nylon pouch, he saw his dick return to normal size. Normal, that was, for a Hollywood celebrity.

Robbie smiled. “Yeah,” he said feeling his washboard abs, “I could get used to this.”

“Better not,” John said with a smile. He was becoming mad with power, and he was sure that his next transformation would be his hottest. “You’re not actually Robbie Amell. You’re a hairy Spanish bodybuilder.”

The second the word “hairy” crossed John’s lips, Mark’s chest started to grow itchy. He looked down to see his previously spotless chest dusted with little black hairs. What was more, his pecs were starting to come back in. With a vengeance.

“Que es esto?” Mark said. Though he could understand the words that came out of his mouth, he knew they were not in English. As a matter of fact, the more he thought about it, the less he knew of the English language at all. “Yo no enteindo…”

“It’s okay,” John said as he walked up to his friend, “you don’t have to say anything. Just look at yourself man!” He pointed to Mark’s bicep, which Mark instinctively flexed. The thing must have been 17 inches, at least. He followed it up to his broad, thickening shoulders, down the hairy cleavage of his new pecs, and across the landscape that was his muscle gut.

Mark—or Manuel—gave a deep groan. He was so enamored with his own body, he didn’t have the energy to even be mad at John. “Flex,” he heard his friend say, and Manuel placed his hands on his hips and flared his bodybuilder muscles out.

“Very good,” John said, running his hands over the rough mounds of stone.

“NOW can you change me back?” Manuel asked, only the words came out as “Ahora puedes cambiarme?”

John gave him a confused look. “Sorry? I don’t speak Spanish.”

“Ahora puedes cambiarme?!” Manuel repeated, but it was no use. He was running out of time. If John didn’t turn him back soon, he was going to be stuck as a hulking hispanic bodybuilder for the rest of his life.

He dove for the little green bottle, brining it to his lips in the hope that there might be just a drop of the truth serum left.

Nothing. He shook the bottle pathetically, but not a single drop came out. He heard John laughing behind him.

“Sorry Mark,” he said, “you should have taken the serum yourself. But you trusted me, and I suspect I’ve got time for one more transformation left before we run out of time…”

Manuel couldn’t understand the words John was saying. He understood only one single word: “briefs,” and made one more pass at the bottle.

But his hands were disappearing. As a matter of fact, his whole body seemed to be shrinking down, the mass of his muscles vanashing into thin air as he felt wind rush through the silky sheen of his skin.

He collapsed onto the floor, immobile, and felt the bottle topple down just a few inches away from him. He could see John walk over to his limp body. His friend towered over him, his toned and perfectly round muscles seemed colossal compared to whatever it was Mark had become.

He watched as John removed his clothes, revealing every inch of the body he had wanted in the first place. Not too big, not to muscular, but just sexy enough to get every guy in a two block radius hard as a rock.

Even Mark felt a flash of attraction as John pulled him up his legs and over his ass. But as he felt his best friend’s cock fill out what used to be his face, he knew that his life was going to be different from here on out.

John rubbed his dick through his brand new briefs. “Damn man,” he said to Mark, “you fit pretty well.” He knew he should feel bad, having just turned his best friend into a pair of underwear. But he suspected there was plenty more where that truth serum came from. He was sure would turn him back… eventually…

"Broooo stop... I'm getting so... big..."

Micheal was trying to button up this new muscle shirt he bought from this online store called Rakurai Inc. which apparently makes you grow fucking huge if you keep it open. But an unknown side effect was that you also got super dumb in the process.

His roommate, Bryce was present while he put it on, but now he was keeping Micheal from buttoning up his shirt, making his juicy pecs even bigger and his arms straining even harder against the fabric.

"Broooo... staahpp" Micheal moaned as Bryce was groping his muscle tits.

Bryce grinned as his roomie got even bigger, feeling his bulge grind up against his leg. He couldn't wait till his shirt got in, he couldn't wait to be hot, dumb and sweaty with his dumb roomie.

Special thanks to @bodyswapmischief for the idea!

~~~

Eric moaned as his boyfriend fucked down into his tight hole. He never imagined he'd be here, but with the way Alex moved his hips and pinned Eric's shrinking body down to the bed he didn't need imagination. What he did need was for Alex to shoot his load inside him for the first time.

"A-Alex please I... I can't..." Eric let a soft moan spill from his lips as that thick cock inside him struck his prostate again.

Alex leaned over so his lips were right next to Eric's ear. "Can't what? Believe you're on the bottom getting fucked by your boyfriend? Can't believe you're going to cum without even touching your little cock?"

All Eric could do was manage a nod and a moan as he felt his orgasm approaching. Alex was right about everything. They were both on the edge of exploding, but Eric hadn't once touched himself since Alex had pinned him down and slid inside. Since his body had started to get smaller with each thrust from Alex, since he'd started to look less average and more like a cute twink pinned down under his huge jock boyfriend.

"Fuck baby... Here it comes!" Alex groaned.

Eric didn't have much more warning than that before he felt warm cum filling his ass. Alex's cock thrust deep into his now perfect bubble butt as the stud unloaded into Eric, which in turn tipped him over the edge too. His load wasn't as big or impressive as what Alex's huge balls were unleashing inside him, but it still felt incredible that what he shot over the bedsheets beneath him had come entirely without touching his smaller cock. Well worth the size he'd lost all over for such an intense orgasm.

Both of them panted and collapsed to the bed once they were done fucking. Alex turned and landed on his back, then pulled Eric's small frame close.

Head rested against a muscular chest, Eric smiled up at his boyfriend. "That was... Wow. You were right after all."

"Told you things would work if we stopped trying to force you being the dominant one still." Alex tilted Eric's face up and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. "And you've only got more adorable because of it."

That reminded Eric of just what had happened to his body since they'd stumbled into the bedroom together. He looked down and properly took in his smaller frame for the first time, then blushed. He'd once been average sized in both build and cock size, but both of those were gone now it seemed. His cock had lost a couple inches and his body was all but smooth and small, besides his ass. That was round and perky, fuckable as he already knew Alex would call it.

"What are we going to do about all this anyway...? We still don't know why any of this happened, why you're so different and why I changed just now." He said, a worried look on his face.

Alex shot back a reassuring smile. "Does it matter? We're happy again, that's all we need. So what if the circumstances were a little... Unorthodox."

Eric chuckled. "You could say that again. I'm happy yeah, I'm just curious I guess over how this all started. How we, you especially, changed so dramatically..."

~~~

Eric and his girlfriend Alexis had been in a rocky spot for a while. Being childhood sweethearts, it always felt like people expected them to end up together. No surprises came when they announced they were dating, and for a while it had all been perfect. On paper they were amazing together and hadn't seen many, if any, issues. But there had always been a tiny something that left both unsatisfied that neither could put their finger on.

That off feeling only got worse when one day Alexis didn't wake up as herself.

They'd been curled up asleep after sex the previous evening. Eric had as usual expected to wake up with his girlfriend's soft, curvy body in his arms, but that wasn't the case this morning. No, instead he felt swamped by something bulky and heavy. It shot him awake wondering what the hell was going on, and that's when he'd seen it.

The thick, muscular jock that had a massive bicep wrapped around Eric's waist. An attractive man yes, but for a straight guy like Eric that had gone to sleep next to his girlfriend, he had no idea who this was.

"Who the fuck are you??" He struggled to squirm out of the stranger's strong grip. "And what the fuck did you do with Alexis?"

The guy groaned and rubbed the sleep from his eyes and Eric stared down shocked. He rubbed his face, then frowned when he pulled his hands back. Eric could see the shock and confusion painted clearly over handsome features, ones that said he was just as confused as Eric was.

"E-Eric, what the fuck is going on? Why am I..." He glanced down and ran his hands over his muscular pecs. "Why am I a dude?!"

That threw Eric off. This guy appeared to be surprised not at his location, but the state of his body. Male was the surprise, but not the one that logically made sense to Eric. Then he caught a glimpse of the guy's eyes when he looked his way and how familiar that looked.

"Oh shit... Alexis, is that you?"

The hunk in bed nodded. "Yes! Who the fuck else would I be?" He, Alexis, looked down at his body again. "Fuck, what on earth is going on? This body is sweet, but why? How?"

Eric shrugged at his girlfriend's questions. He could tell now it was her, but he didn't have an explanation for the rest of it. The why, the how, that was all a massive mystery. "I've got no idea, but we can try to figure it out I'm sure."

Alexis smiled. "Yeah, we can."

~~~

They didn't have a lot of luck though over the next couple of days puzzling out just what had happened. They went to the doctor's and got Alexis checked out, but they didn't see anything other than a healthy man. They looked it up online but that didn't turn up any legitimate results. Alexis was a man now, and an attractive one at that as she kept pointing out.

Two weeks had passed since that morning, and not only were they nowhere near an answer, but their relationship has been strained too. Eric just didn't react the same way to a man trying to make romantic advances at him. Alexis tried to kiss him and he shied away. Sex was out of the question too; Eric had woken up with a hard cock rubbing against his and had to try his best not to freak out. It wasn't for lack of trying, but he just couldn't get himself in the mood or even try to be dominant when Alexis was so big and masculine now.

It was getting to the both of them. The tension over Alexis being male hadn't gone away, and if anything had got worse when she'd come to accept things.

"Listen Eric, we've looked and there doesn't seem to be a way back." She'd said one evening after insisting they talk. "Outside of transitioning, which we both know isn't a feasible option with how long it takes, I'm a man now. Honestly, I've been kind of enjoying it since the shock wore off."

Eric gulped. "What are you saying?" He asked in a small voice.

"I'm saying I think you should call me Alex from now on, short for Alexander instead of Alexis. A man, not a woman."

That sat in the air for a moment between them before Eric could speak again. He'd seen this coming over the last couple of weeks, but now being faced with the reality he wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Okay... If that's what you want I'll support you Alex." He forced a half smile. "I don't know what this means for us but, yeah."

~~~

After another week of tension, Alex had decided enough was enough.

He missed his boyfriend. In the weeks passed he'd grown used to working out to keep in shape and had really embraced being a man. It felt good, and after this time he was somewhat glad there hadn't been a way back, because it gave him an excuse to get addicted to and settle into what being a dude was like.

Now though he wanted to try and make some progress at getting back closer again, so he'd arranged for the pair to go on a trial date. A picnic in a nearby field out the back of their house where they'd have privacy, the same one they'd been to early on in their relationship. He'd put together a large bag of food and some wine and off they went.

To Eric's credit he was trying to make things work. It was painful though watching him trying to act like Alex was the same girl he'd once been and not the jock he'd become. Even as they walked to the field and chatted away things were awkward; it felt more like two friends than a pair of people that were supposedly in love. Eric tried to be his usual self, but it wasn't the same when he didn't know how to act romantic around someone bigger than him.

They ate and talked just as they always had, but there was that ever present discomfort. A small disconnect neither of them had been able to get past in the weeks since the change. Alex was tired of it.

"I'm going to go for a wander through the field, you coming?" Alex pushed himself up, then held a hand out down to Eric.

Eric pushed himself into a standing position and nodded, notably not taking the offered hand. "Yeah, I'll come." He shrugged.

The pair wandered off through the flowers, with Alex doing his best to subtly show off to Eric. He'd worn a pair of loose denim overalls that did nothing to hide his body, waving it away as the most comfortable on a hot day. When they were a ways into the field of flowers then let one of the buckles drop away and reveal half of his muscled body.

"Like what you see Eric?" He turned and flexed, then shot his boyfriend a wink.

Eric blushed slightly and shrugged. "I'm not really... We've talked about this."

"I know we have, but that doesn't mean you can't appreciate a hot body." He smirked and licked his plump lips.

Eric sighed. "I wish I could but I just... I don't know Alex. I can't force it."

Alex turned around and let the overalls drop further to reveal more of his ass. "Come on Eric, you've got to at least admit I still got a nice ass." The smirk on Alex's face grew as he teased his boyfriend.

"Alexis stop!" Eric shouted suddenly. "This... This still doesn't feel right. I'm trying, I promise I'm really trying but I need more time."

Alex's smirk slid down into a resigned look with a hint of disappointment. "Well when are you gonna be ready? I didn't choose this Eric, you know that as well as I do. I hate being treated like I'm nothing to you now when we know that's not true. You love me, why should the outside matter?"

Eric sighs, "I don't know... I just... How? I look at you and you're taller, stronger, more masculine. How can I make a move like usual? How can I act the same? Spoon you, pull you in for a hug or a kiss, things like that. It just doesn't feel the same when you're so big and so..."

Alex finally snapped as an idea popped into his head. In one sudden move Alex surged forwards and pulled Eric into a kiss. His firm lips captured Eric's before he could be stopped. Eric's immediate response was to push back, to run and try and get away from the hunk forcibly making out with him. He didn't. Instead his walls broke and he melted into Alex's arms, an unspoken part of him finally unlocked with Alex's dominance. Something he didn't realise was there before, but the more he stopped fighting and relaxed into the kiss, the more he found himself liking it. Alex kissed strong and firm like always, but now there was an extra something to back that up. Alexis didn't do anything by halves, and neither did he as Alex.

When they pulled back, Alex smiled softly. "Maybe we were trying this all wrong. We tried to keep the same dynamic as before, but that felt wrong for both of us. Like this well, I think if I take charge a bit that could ease us into things, into a new dynamic." His soft smile morphed into a cheekier one as his hands slid down towards Eric's ass. "You always did like it when I took charge on the odd occasion, maybe that being a more permanent deal would be good for us."

Eric nodded in agreement as Alex spoke. It was like a dam had burst in his mind and things were finally slotting into place. "I guess... Yeah. You being in charge is, ummm, doing things for me." He blushed. "I guess... I've never thought of myself as into men, so I'm struggling Alex. I'm sorry, I really am I-"

Alex silenced him with a finger on his lips and an affectionate smile. "Shhhh, it's okay. It's been hard for both of us to get used to this. We've both got a lot of loving to relearn how to do if things are going to be different. Me being male is a hell of a lot of changing, but do you think we can try? Can I take you home and fuck your ass?"

Eric's eyes went wide and a blush crept up his cheeks. "ALEX!! You can't just... Say things like that."

Alex licked his lips and gave Eric's ass a squeeze. "Do I hear a no anywhere in that sentence?"

"N-No..." Alex said in a small voice.

"Good." Eric glanced at their forgotten picnic. "Because as soon as that's cleared up I'm going to take you home and test this cock out for real. Jerking off is fun and all, but I need to be inside something."

As a child I always wanted to protect my country when I'm older, just like my father did. He was the police chief of my hometown and I had great respect for him. When I turned 21 I found out that I was somehow gifted with a magical power. I could control minds and transform bodies. After I found out I started to improve myself. I gave myself abs and pecs as well as huge arms and legs. I was in an instant the strongest guy in my year at school and I changed the memories of the others to accept it. I kept it a secret for about a year until my father had a work accident. He got shot and had to sit in a wheelchair for the rest of his life. I told him that I could help him but he didnt believe me at first. I started to change his spine to get him to walk again. At first he was happy but it didnt last long. Shortly after it he became afraid of what I could do but he didnt let it show. It was that night where I suddenly woke up in the middle of the night surrounded by swat teams. My father had called the police and told them about me.

I was drugged and imprisoned in a secret facility so that the government could study what makes me different. Lucky me, I found a way to act like I was drugged. Every meal I got a pill to stay submissive and compliant but after some time I managed to break free and sonce then I've kept every single pill in a secret hiding spot. I was in there for about 2 years before I was fully conscious again. That was 19 months ago and every spare minute I had, I worked on a way to break out of the facility and today is the day.

Its Friday, 31. October. Halloween.

I woke up and had breakfast before I was lead into a test it was short and I had the rest of the day off. I waited until dusk and then I broke out. I moved away the mirror above the sink in the bathroom and entered a secret tunnel. I silently left the estate and walked towards the nearest town.

My prison uniform wont be noticed anytime soon as everyone is dressed up. I walked through the streets at the edge of the city, hoping to see an open window or door to sneak into a house do change my clothes but sadly everything was closed.

I started to think about other options. Breaking into a house or store? Probably too loud.

Knocking out a parent to steal his clothes? Possible if no one is around.

I continued walking down the streets alone, no one around until I suddenly saw someone coming towards me. From the way the person walked I could see that its a man and while coming closer I finally saw that he wore a military uniform. It seems like he noticed my clothes too as he started to change his grip on his gun.

We finally stood in front of each other.

"No need to worry, its a costume.", I said.

"Oh good. While I dont know of any prison around here I was still cautious.", he answered.

"I'm Luke.", I introduced myself.

"Mike.", he answered.

I sized him up. We were similarly tall and muscular. I wouldnt even change a lot about myself to be him physically.

"And whats a soldier doing on the streets all alone?"

"Oh.", he chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a real soldier but I'm wearing it as a costume today. I was walking around with my nephew and he wanted us to be soldiers together. I just brought him home. What about you?"

"Just brought my son to my ex.", I lied. "He wanted to be a police officer and I should be his prisoner."

Mike laughed. "Sounds like he got you under control."

"Yeah, he does.", I chuckled.

It followed a short moment of weird silence.

"I have nothing else to do this evening. You seem like a good guy, want to come with me for some beer and small talk?", he asked.

What an opportunity, I thought.

"Yeah, sure!", I answered.

We walked to his house and he let me in. We sat down in his living room and talked a lot. At the end both of us had like 6 to 7 beer and I wanted to alter his mind to let me transform him as he asked a sudden question.

"You know, this may sound weird to you...", he burped. "But I really like you. I never had a feeling like this towards anyone."

Well, this is another way to get what I want, I thought.

"I feel the same.", I said. "Since the first time I saw you in your uniform I wanted to have you, to serve you."

"Well then why dont we go upstairs together."

He took my hand and lead me upstairs. He sat down on the bed and pushed me to my knees.

"If you dont want to go to prison again you maggot, start sucking my dick.", he said firmly.

"Roleplay, I like it.", I said.

What was that maggot?!", he said.

"I dont want to go back, sir!", I answered.

"Then suck. And make sure that not a single drop gets on my uniform."

I opened his fly and took his hard 6 inch cock in my mouth. He grabbed my head and slid my head up and down on his shaft. After a few minutes he exploded his warm seed without warning into my mouth and I made sure that I swallowed every bit of it.

"That was awesome!", he panted.

I started to strip him out of his uniform. I opened his boots and peeled off his green wool socks. I opened his belt and pulled off his pants and underpants, followed by his vest, shirt and undershirt. He was now laying naked in front of me. He was a sight to behold. Great abs, big pecs and massive calfs and biceps.

"Oh no! This poor soldier got stripped by the prisoner he wanted to bring to the police. I hope he doesnt fuck me rough without lube.", Mike said with a smile.

"You soldier can only hope to see the daylight again now that I have you beneath me!", I role played further.

"Oh, help. Please!", he said while I turned him on his stomach.

I pulled my dick out of my pants and quickly enlarged it to a nice hard 9 inches.

"This could hurt, soldier boy.", I said as I slowly entered his hole.

Mike gasped as I entered his hole but he quickly moved up and down on my dick. We had sex for about 2 hours and it was a blissful experience. Both if us covered in sweat were lying next to each other on the bed. We looked each other deep into the eyes.

"Hey Mike, I...", I stammered. "I've got a question."

"Of course. What is it?"

"Could I put on your uniform?", I asked.

"That would be hot.", he answered.

I hopped out of his bed and walked towards the pile of clothes I left on the chair while I undressed Mike.

I took his still warm boxers and sniffed them. I looked at Mike and saw how he stroked his dick.

I stepped into his boxers and slid my feet into his damp socks. I pulled on his undershirt and his pants. I closed the belt and put on his shirt and vest. I wiggled into his boots and tied them up. I slipped my hands into his gloves.

"This feels awesome!", I said.

"Hello staff sergeant! How can I help you?", Mike asked.

I could see how aroused he was seeing me in his uniform.

"I know I'm not a cop so I have no rights to indrude your home Mr., but I was told that a prisoner was seen entering this house. Do you know anything about this?", I asked firmly.

"No sir, I havent seen a prisoner here.", he said still stroking his dick.

"Do you mind if I take a look around?", I asked.

"No, not at all sir."

A walked around the room until my old clothes were in front of me.

"What do we have here...", I said, picking up my orange shirt and pants. I threw them at Mike, followed by my orange loafers.

"Put them on. I'll bring you to the police, prisoner!", I said.

I saw how excited Mike was. He stepped into the pants and slipped the shirt over his abs. After that he slipped into the loafers.

"Please, I was falsely imprisoned. I'd do anything to get away from it.", Mike said.

"Well, if thats the case, suck me off and I'll see what I can do for you.", I answered.

Mike crawled towards me, opened my fly and pulled out my hard dick. He went right down on it without hesitation. His mouth engolfed my dick like a wet, warm cave. His tongue played easily with my hard dick and I put my hands behind his face. I slowly started to facefuck him, getting rougher and rougher until I exploded into his mouth. He immediately started to swallow until he got every drop.

It made me feel ecstatic and my knees got weak. I dropped on my knees and was now face to face with Mike again.

"I love this feeling of power. I love wearing your uniform. I'd love to be you, a soldier.", I said panting.

"And it suits you good.", he said.

He came in for a kiss and I didnt stop him.

We kissed and I wanted to shove my hand beneath his shirt as he suddenly pulled me to the ground.

We wrestled for a short time but it was clear from the beginning that Mike had the upper hand by knowing all the fighting tactics. Je quickly had me locked in a position where I couldnt move my right arm and leg.

His arm moved over my chest down to my dick.

"You may wear the uniform and look like a soldier but you dont know a thing being a soldier.", Mike whispered in my ear.

I felt how he started stroking my dick.

"And now the soldier will be fucked by the prisoner.", he continued.

He managed to turn me around while keeping me pinned down to the ground. I felt how he pulled the pants from my butt before his dick entered.

He got a fast pace but I figured out that he was to focused on fucking me that he wouldnt pay attention to my body changing. I focused on Mikes appearance and started my transformation. I lost my tattoos, made my muscles slightly grow and then I started to change my face.

My hair got shorter, my jaw more square. I now resembled Mike in all his glory.

At last I changed my voice to match Mikes.

"You wont get away with this you scum. You cant just fuck a soldier and think you can just leave.", I said, hearing Mikes deep baritone voice.

"Oh my... wait, what the- uurgh!", Mike sounded confused but he shot his load into my ass.

Mike pulled out and turned me on my back.

"How can you sound like me? Look like me?!", he shouted.

"I do what?!", I answered, playing unknowing.

He stood up, pulled me with him and pushed me in front of the mirror.

He looked at himself, I could see a slight relief and then he looked at me.

"We're like twins!", I said moving my hands through my hair and over my jaw.

"How can we revert this?", he mumbled.

"I'd love to go to your work as you.", I said under my breath.

"Impersonating a soldier.", I didnt think he'd hear me. "Hot but dangerous."

"You'd let me do it?", I asked.

"I think so but you dont know a thing about my work, let alone my colleagues."

I turned around to look at him. My hard dick in the uniform pants brushed against his thigh.

I started kissing him and he moved his hands to my bubble but. We kissed passionately.

"You know I could change that deficit.", I said.

I quickly kissed him before I started to copy his memories. He felt that something was wrong and tried to push me away but I didnt let go.

I finished copying before he pushed me away.

"What did you just do? I- I feel a bit dizzy.", Mike said.

"Easy there Mike.", I helped him to sit down on his bed. "I just copied your memories. I could now go to your work and no one would know I'm not the real you."

"But- but how?", he stepped away from me.

"I dont know how to say it.", I said.

"Then try to explain it.", he said taking my hand.

"I have...this power. I can change the body and mind. And I really wanted to be you because I like you so much."

"So you could make my power fantasy real?"

"Your what?", I asked perplexed.

"I- I always- okay, since my early teenage years I somehow liked, maybe even loved being talked down, even though I was muscular since the beginning. That was the real reason I joined the army. I wanted to get screamed at, dragged through the mud and so on. But I quickly found out that that didnt really happen, I quickly shot up the career ladder and suddenly I was supposed to scream at others."

I was totally surprised.

"Could you maybe make me your submissive prisoner?", he continued. "I mean, you'd have your dream of being me, staff sergeant Mike Walker."

He got closer to me and grabbed my bulge.

"And I could be the muscular prisoner who you use as a slave and humiliate.", he continued.

He squeezed my bulge and it was so good.

"Please, I beg you Luke.", he said. "Influence my mind, make me forget my life as a soldier. Maybe even change my face to fit a slave."

A year later and I have the best time of my life. I am the soldier I always wanted to be and my life with Mike, now called Mouse is also incredible. I lift the blockade in his mind on special occasions and he always tells me how much he liked the past time as his dream. Tonight is halloween again and my nephew wants me to be soldiers with him again. The real Mike asked to come with us, fully conscious. He would be one of my friends, of course dressed as a prisoner. My nephew loves the idea and Mike cant wait for the time when we are alone again.

This definitely is a much better life than I thought I would ever get.

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I adjusted my glasses and leaned back in my office chair, the glow of my monitor lighting up my face. It was our twelfth session. Sohil’s video feed filled most of the screen. He was shirtless again, sitting in his gaming chair in is room, one thick arm draped lazily over the backrest. His dark chest hair was still slightly damp, like he’d just come back from the gym.

Sohil Kapoor. Thirty-two. Bisexual. Sex addict.

At least that’s what he called himself.

“Evening, Dr. Reddin,” he said with that familiar half-smirk. His voice had that deep, easy confidence that always carried a hint of mischief.

“Hello, Sohil,” I replied calmly, keeping my tone professional. “How have things been since our last session?”

He let out a tired laugh and ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Same old shit. Made it nine days this time with this guy I really liked… then I fucked his best friend in the parking lot after drinks.” He shook his head. “I’m starting to think there’s something actually broken in me. Like physically. Other people can control themselves. I can’t. Its like my dick has its own fucking brain.”

I nodded, listening carefully. I’d heard variations of this from him for months now. His friends had pushed him into therapy after yet another destroyed relationship. He was charming, successful, and objectively very attractive — which only made the pattern more destructive.

“We’ve discussed open relationships,” I said. “You mentioned your last attempt didn’t go well.”

“Yeah, because even with permission I still broke every rule. Especially the condom one. I need to feel it raw. The second there’s latex I lose half the sensation and it just… doesn’t do it for me.” He sighed heavily.

I paused, tapping my pen against my notepad. We had made some progress, but it was slow. Too slow. I knew it was time to suggest something more radical.

“Sohil,” I said carefully, “I’d like to propose an unconventional treatment option. One I only use in really rare cases.”

He raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to the camera. “What is it?”

I met his eyes through the screen.

“Body swapping. A temporary therapeutic exchange. I would enter your body, and you would enter mine. It would allow me to experience your impulses and urges directly. To understand the intensity of what you’re dealing with from the inside. That level of insight could help me develop far more effective strategies for managing your compulsions.”

Sohil stared at me for a long moment, his mouth slightly open.

“You’re… serious?”

“Very,” I said. “It’s not without risks, and it’s not something I suggest lightly. But after six months, I believe this may be what we need to make real progress.”

I watched his face carefully. There was surprise, hesitation… and something else.

He swallowed visibly.

“Ok… so when can we do it?”

---

The following week, we logged onto our scheduled Zoom session. Sohil appeared on my screen looking unusually tense, sitting in the same spot on his couch.

“How are you feeling about the swap? Are you ready?” I asked, keeping my voice steady and clinical.

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? Nervous as hell. But also… kind of excited? I’ve been like this my whole adult life. If you can actually feel what it’s like in here,” he gestured to his own body, “maybe you’ll finally get it. Maybe you can help me fix it.”

We spent most of the session discussing boundaries, consent, and the temporary nature of the procedure. Toward the end, I walked him through the final steps.

“Are you ready?” I asked.

Sohil nodded. “Let’s do it.”

We both initiated the swap through the secure therapeutic portal. There was a bright flash across my screen, a dizzying rush, and then everything shifted.

When my vision cleared, I was no longer looking at my monitor from my office chair.

I was looking at it from Sohil’s couch.

A massive wave of heat crashed over me instantly. My — his — cock thickened rapidly in my pants, throbbing with urgent need. The intensity was staggering. My thoughts grew hazy as raw, aggressive horniness flooded my system. I gripped the edge of the couch, trying desperately to maintain professional composure.

On the screen, Sohil — now in my body — let out a long, relieved exhale. He adjusted my glasses and smiled softly.

“Wow… I can actually think,” he said, sounding lighter than I’d ever heard him. “No constant noise in my head. This is… peaceful.”

I forced a professional tone, even as my new cock continued to pulse insistently between my legs. “That’s… excellent, Sohil. So as I said, we’ll remain in these bodies for the next few weeks. This will give me time to fully understand your urges and begin implementing strategies while I’m in your body. We can get your physical routines and habits started on the right track.”

As I spoke, my eyes drifted down to the screen — to the slight cleavage visible in the blouse I had been wearing. God, is that really how he saw me every session? I made a mental note to dress far more modestly once we swapped back.

Sohil cleared his throat. “Dr. Reddin?”

I blinked, snapping back to attention. “Sorry. I lost my train of thought for a moment.” I continued explaining the plan, trying to sound composed, but the throbbing between my legs was becoming unbearable.

Under the table, my hand moved almost on its own. I unbuttoned Sohil’s pants, wrapped my fingers around his thick, hard cock, and started stroking slowly. The pleasure was overwhelming. I kept talking, voice slightly strained, while pumping faster, getting dangerously close to the edge.

“…and we’ll check in regularly to monitor progress,” I finished, barely holding it together.

“Sounds good,” Sohil said, nodding in my body.

I ended the call as quickly as possible.

The second the screen went black, I let out a shaky breath. Not even thirty seconds later, I came hard. Thick ropes of cum shot across the underside of the table as Sohil’s cock pulsed violently in my hand. My vision whited out for a moment from the intensity.

I sat there panting, staring at the mess I’d made.

Damn… this guy’s body was horny.

Sohil hadn’t been exaggerating at all.

---

Over the next couple of days, I tried to resist.

I really did.

But Sohil’s body had other plans.

The first morning I put on one of his tight black t-shirts. The fabric stretched across his broad chest and hugged his biceps perfectly. Just the feeling of the material clinging to my new arms as I moved sent a low throb through my cock. I had to sit down for a minute and breathe through it.

Later that afternoon I went for a walk. A light breeze picked up and rippled his loose tank top against my chest. The soft fabric dragged across my nipples and I instantly hardened in my shorts. I had to stop and pretend to tie my shoe just so I could adjust myself discreetly.

At the grocery store, a young woman in a slightly low-cut top reached for something on a high shelf. The way her breasts pressed together as she stretched made my mouth go dry. I stood there frozen for several seconds, staring, before I forced myself to look away. My cock was already half-hard in my sweatpants.

Then there was my neighbor — a tall, muscular guy who walked out shirtless to grab his mail. The sight of his defined chest and abs glistening in the sun made something primal surge through me. I stood at the window watching him longer than I should have, my hand unconsciously pressing against the growing bulge in my pants.

Every single time, no matter how minor the trigger, I ended up painfully hard.

And without fail, the moment I got home I went straight to Sohil’s bedroom. I’d strip down completely naked, climb onto his bed, and wrap my hand around his thick cock. I’d stroke myself furiously, sometimes for less than five minutes, before I came hard — thick loads splattering across my hairy stomach and chest.

Yesterday I made it through the entire day without touching myself until I got home. Today I only lasted until 2 PM before I was back in his room, pants around my ankles, jerking off like a man possessed while staring at myself in the full-length mirror.

This body was insatiable.

I thought going to the gym might help burn off some of the constant energy. But it just made everything worse.

The moment I walked into Sohil’s gym wearing one of his tank tops and shorts, I felt eyes on me. His body drew attention — broad shoulders, thick arms, the way his chest hair peeked out from the neckline. Every time I lifted weights, the pump in my biceps and pecs made my cock twitch. The burn in my muscles somehow translated straight into arousal.

By the third set of bench presses I was fully hard. I had to practically sprint to the locker room stalls. I locked myself in one, dropped my shorts, and jerked off furiously, biting my lip to stay quiet. I came in under two minutes, shooting against the stall door. Even after that, I was still half-hard.

Even then I couldn’t control myself. I started approaching people — a pretty woman doing squats in tight leggings, a muscular guy checking himself out in the mirror. I was way too forward. Told the woman she had an incredible ass and asked if she wanted to grab a smoothie after her workout. Told the guy his arms looked strong and offered to spot him… then immediately suggested we spot each other somewhere more private. Both of them gave me polite but very clear rejections.

I stood there in the middle of the gym, Sohil’s face flushed with embarrassment and lingering arousal, realizing how desperate I must have looked. This body didn’t just want sex — it craved it constantly, and it had no filter.

---

By day six, I was losing the battle.

After another humiliating rejection at the gym and two more desperate jerk-off sessions at home, I gave in and downloaded Grindr on Sohil’s phone.

The app opened and immediately flooded the screen with nearby profiles. Shirtless torsos, hard cocks, hungry stares. Within minutes the messages started pouring in.

“Damn dude you’re hot as fuck.”

“Top or bottom?”

“Hosting right now if you wanna come through.”

I told myself I was just researching. Just trying to understand the scale of his compulsions. But my cock was already rock hard as I scrolled through the endless stream of willing men.

There were so many. Hot guys. Fit guys. Hung guys. Some wanted to fuck me. Most wanted me to fuck them.

I started chatting with one guy — mid-20s, muscular, only two blocks away. Before I could talk myself out of it, I sent him a face pic and told him I could be there in ten minutes.

The moment I stepped into his apartment, any last shred of professional restraint vanished. He barely had the door closed before I had him pinned against the wall, kissing him hard. Within minutes I had him bent over his couch, fucking him raw and deep while he moaned loudly.

It felt incredible.

The power, the heat, the raw physical pleasure of pounding into someone with Sohil’s thick cock — it was overwhelming. I came hard inside him, groaning as I filled him up. He asked if I wanted to go again. I did.

I ended up staying for almost two hours.

When I finally left, legs shaky, I felt a strange mix of shame and satisfaction. On the walk home my cock was already stirring again at the memory.

That night I opened Grindr again.

---

After a few days of nonstop Grindr hookups — sometimes two or three different guys in a single day — the novelty started to wear off. The sex was good, intense even, but something was missing.

I needed pussy.

Tinder proved much slower and more frustrating. The matches came in, but the back-and-forth flirting took time I didn’t want to waste. My patience was nonexistent in this body.

I knew it was a terrible idea. Unethical. A complete violation of every professional boundary. But the urge was louder than reason.

I opened the camera on Sohil’s phone and took a series of thirst traps — shirtless in the mirror, flexing his biceps, one with his hand pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants just enough to show the thick base of his cock. I sent them to my own number.

The message I typed made my stomach twist even as I hit send:

“I know you want to get fucked by yourself. I just know you want to feel your old cock deep in that pussy.”

I stared at the sent messages, heart racing.

Three dots appeared, then stopped. Then appeared again.

Before he could reply, the images and words hit me like gasoline on a fire. I was so turned on I couldn’t wait. I shoved my pants down, wrapped my hand around Sohil’s throbbing cock, and jerked off furiously on the couch to the fantasy of fucking my own body. I came hard within minutes, groaning loudly as thick ropes of cum splattered across my hairy chest.

The second the orgasm faded, cold reality crashed down on me.

What the hell did I just do?

I quickly sent a string of apologetic messages:

“I’m so sorry. That was completely inappropriate.” “I lost control. That was unprofessional and wrong.” “Please forgive me.”

Sohil (in my body) replied a few minutes later:

“No worries doc lol. I understand exactly what that feeling is like. Trust me.”

I let out a shaky breath, still half-hard despite just cumming.

“I’m going to figure this out,” I typed back, trying to sound more in control than I felt. “I’m going to find a real way to help you manage these urges. I promise.”

I set the phone down and looked at myself in the mirror — Sohil’s muscular, hairy body staring back at me, cum still drying on my abs.

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I tried to resist.

I really, really tried.

I deleted Grindr twice. I went to the gym and forced myself to focus only on lifting. I tried meditation apps, cold showers, even jerking off six times in one day just to take the edge off. Nothing worked. The horniness always came back stronger, like a constant buzzing under my skin that refused to be ignored.

One night, I put on one of Sohil’s tight black shirts and a pair of fitted jeans and went to a gay bar downtown. The place was packed and loud. Within twenty minutes I locked eyes with a cute, twinky guy in his mid-twenties with messy light brown hair, smooth skin, and a hungry look in his eyes. He was exactly my type.

We barely spoke.

I walked straight up to him, grabbed him by the waist, and pulled him in for a rough kiss. He melted against me immediately. No names. No small talk. I took his hand and led him straight to the bathroom.

The moment the stall door locked, I spun him around, yanked his pants down, and shoved him forward against the wall. I pulled my own cock out, barely taking time to spit on it before I pushed inside him.

“Fuck…” he moaned loudly as I sank in deep.

I started thrusting hard, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced against the stall wall. The sound of skin slapping skin echoed in the small space.

“Sohil… fuck, Sohil,” he gasped, moaning my — Sohil’s — name.

A dark thrill shot through me.

“Fuck yeah,” I growled, pounding into him harder.

“Sohil… oh my god—”

Hearing him moan while I was balls-deep inside him made something primal take over. I fucked him with long, powerful strokes, gripping his waist tight as I drove into him again and again.

I didn’t last long. The way his tight hole clenched around my thick cock — it was too much. I buried myself deep and came hard, groaning as I filled him up.

I was still catching my breath, cock softening inside him, when reality started to crash back in.

The guy I had just raw-fucked in a public bathroom stall was Drew — one of my other therapy clients. Mid-twenties, gender-questioning, sweet but anxious. I had been seeing him for months. I had been too horny to even recognize him until now.

Then it hit me.

He had been moaning “Sohil” the entire time.

I never told him my — Sohil’s — name.

I pulled out slowly, heart pounding for a completely different reason now.

“Do we… know each other?” I asked, voice rough.

The guy — Drew — turned around with a lazy, satisfied grin that looked completely out of place on his face. He looked me up and down, eyes lingering on Sohil’s cock.

“I think I would recognize my own former body,” he said casually. “And damn… its dick feels good. I get why people put up with me even though I was such a cheater.”

I froze.

“Wait… Sohil?”

He smirked. “Hey, Doc.”

I stared at him — at my client’s body — in complete disbelief.

“What the hell are you doing in Drew’s body?”

Sohil (in Drew’s smaller, twinky frame) shrugged, still breathing hard from getting fucked.

“Drew’s been seeing you too, right? He’s been talking about wanting to transition for a while. Really wanted a woman’s body to start figuring shit out. So I offered him a swap. He gets your body — soft, feminine. I get his cute little gay body with way less constant horniness. Win-win.”

He reached down and gave Sohil’s cock — my current cock — a playful squeeze, still slick from being inside him.

“I’ve been having a great time, honestly. This body is so much easier to manage. I can actually think straight. I could get used to this. Could maybe even see myself getting into a relationship. Meanwhile, you’ve been living my old life…” He raised an eyebrow. “How’s that been going for you, Doc?”

I stood there, pants still open, cum slowly leaking down Drew’s thigh, trying to process everything.

Sohil in Drew’s body just smiled sweetly.

“By the way… you fuck really good in my body.”

My cock twitched and started hardening again almost immediately, still slick from being inside him. I was furious — at Sohil, at myself, at this entire situation — but the anger only seemed to make the arousal worse. The rational part of my brain was screaming that I needed to stop, to think clearly, to regain control.

But Sohil — or Drew, or whoever the hell he was right now — was right here. Convenient. Already bent over, his hole glistening with my cum, still slightly open and twitching.

I grabbed his hips and pushed back inside him in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck, Doc,” he moaned in Drew’s lighter voice, pushing back against me. “Round two already?”

I didn’t answer. I just started fucking him again, harder this time, my hips slapping against his ass. The wet, filthy sound of my cock sliding through my own load filled the stall. Every thrust felt better than the last. My mind was fogging over again, thoughts becoming slippery and unfocused.

We could switch it all back… if only…

I tried to hold onto the thought, but it kept sliding away.

If only… what was I trying to do again?

The question dissolved as pleasure took over. I gripped his waist tighter and pounded into him, grunting with each deep stroke. Sohil in Drew’s body moaned loudly, clearly loving every second.

“God, you really can’t control it, can you?” he gasped between thrusts, sounding amused. “Feels good though, doesn’t it?”

I wanted to argue. I wanted to pull out and walk away. But instead I fucked him even harder, chasing that building pressure again, my balls tightening as I got closer to another orgasm.

Always have to keep you guys guessing ;) so this one is veeeeery different from my normal content, but I figured I’d put something tamer to balance out the upcoming Pt. 2 to that Thread story. It’s a bit long, but I didn’t feel like keeping two concurrent multi-parters. Let me know what you think!

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“So, it’s the necklace?” I asked the professor at the university. It was a wonder I was able to keep up with even half of the lecture that had just transpired. 

“Something like that.” The professor replied back to our small group. “We’re all just a sea of electrical impulses. With this computer model, we can accurately track and mimic the exact electrical shocks needed to replicate a mind. Of course, the mind is so much data, the transfer-the upload needs to be instantaneous with an equivalent download- the university doesn’t give us enough grant money for computers that can store that much data, much less secure it. So, we needed biological means of storage. That’s why there’s an even number of participants”.

The room was utterly confused. For one, there was definitely an odd number of participants. Dr. Cohn was never known for dumbing down complex concepts, but even the smartest kids in class seemed stumped the past few hours. Maybe he didn’t have to go in that level of depth for his experiment.

Our group was a mix. It seemed like a sampling of the very best of the class, and a few average performers. I did find it weird they offered extra credit to students that probably didn’t need it. Sticking out like a sore thumb was Chad. He was the school quarterback, though no one was sure for much longer, as he was on academic probation. I couldn’t help but speculate with Kat, a top performer, on his placement. Combining our limited knowledge on the students in our class, and the school’s football team, we landed on this being some sort of extra credit that the university probably forced on poor Dr. Cohn. Ever the nosy one, Mackenzie piped in. “Of course they’d try to save their star quarterback. I heard 3 professors already quit trying to bring up his GPA. This is basically his last shot“.  

And then there was Danny. Part of that “very best” group. Unlike the other students in the room, he seemed to take in the professor’s whole lecture and was deep in thought. His face lay still, serene. But I could see the intelligence behind his eyes spinning to life. I always liked when he did that, like he was chewing on an idea before spitting out the most brilliant insights. Or maybe I just like how the corner of his mouth would turn up into a small smile when he finished thinking things through. I caught myself staring again, thanking my luck that no one had seen. Mackenzie laughed a little behind me. I sighed, laughing a small defeat. Almost no one had seen. 

“So it basically swaps our brains?” Danny inquired. He looked around the room, gauging our comprehension. That was when it clicked for me. He took note and let out a small smile. I smiled back. That was the other thing I liked about the guy. He always seemed to want everyone to succeed. This wasn’t the first time he’d thoroughly condense a difficult topic into a quick word or phrase the class could understand. His eyes smiled whenever he could recognize concepts “clicking” for people and I saw it do the same as my other classmates- even Chad- figured it out. I recoiled a little, from a nudge from Mackenzie. I sighed again, airing a “thank you” her way. I had been staring again.

“No, nothing like that! Could you imagine how difficult an operation like that would be? All this does is swap your mind.” Aaaand just like that, we were back to confusion. Danny smiled though.

“Got it. So your brain’s the hardware, your mind’s the software. The necklaces do a switcheroo and then new hardware, same software- or, vice versa, I suppose.” Back on track.

“Wait, how much of ‘me’ is in the hardware? Like my memories?” I blurted out, immediately growing red. That seemed to have garnered an approving smile from Danny. I grew redder.

The professor’s eyes lit up. “Now you’re thinking like a scientist.” He laughed before shrugging. “Who’s to say… we are running an experiment after all”. Dr. Cohn always was a messy one.

“So, uh, how long is it supposed to last?” Mackenzie asked.

“That’s the fun of it, once we’re paired, the switch can go for as little or as long you as want!” We. That threw me off a little. I caught his glance to Chad. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a part of this experiment too.” The professor said, with a smile that felt too wide. “Don’t forget to record your notes and thoughts into this log book. For privacy, they’ve been password protected- we’ll reconvene this little group in a year and just draft up a summary of your experiences from these books.”

There was an obvious question everyone’s mind. Thankfully, Kevin asked it. “So who’s swapping with who?”

The professor’s eyes lit up in excitement. “We’ve all been paired, randomized of course. I’ll leave the pairings to figure out when they’d want to swap. Just put on your necklaces at 6pm tonight and start your log books. After that, whenever either of you squeezes your necklace, the swap will ensue”. From the way the professor’s eyes kept darting to Chad, something told me it hadn’t been entirely random.

I thought through the possible pairings. Kevin was kind of cute, I guess. Though I wasn’t sure if it was just the airport effect with how limited our group size was. Kat or Mackenzie would just be weird. Mackenzie especially- that girl knows a little too much about me and lord knows what she’d do behind my wheel. Running down the list of people, there was Chad. Of course, who wouldn’t want to be in Chad’s shoes- I had to dispel a dirty thought that passed my mind. Everyone’s probably thinking it. The professor’s body wouldn’t be too bad either, I could always just pressure the faculty into giving me better grades, maybe boost the grades of my friends. And then there was Danny. Danny. My heartrate shot up instantly.

Sitting in my dorm room, I looked at the clock with a bit of fear. “5:55 pm,” it read. I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm my nerves. “5:59 pm”. Nope. There was nothing calm about this. I closed my eyes shut, as I felt the necklace whir a little. Looks like someone else already squeezed it. 

Zzzip

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“Log book 1: 

<3

It was Danny. Holy fuck, I got to be in Danny.”

I stared at the journal entry. That was all I could manage to write with my shaking hands. I could hardly believe it. A lifetime can change in 5 minutes, apparently. My heart was still beating and my face still flushed when we switched back. He had a soccer game so our first meeting had to be short. 

 My first minute was just looking down at my new Danny-worn hands, breathing through his lungs, inhaling as much as I could of his room. I wanted to commit this man to memory. My logic-or, Danny’s logic perhaps, told me there would inevitably be more swaps to come, but my mind wouldn’t have it. Whatever piece of Danny I could get, however minuscule, I wanted to stretch every moment infinite.

I felt a sense of guilt wash over me, as my new Danny-worn package began to harden when I realized he was in soccer gear. I tried to shake off the feeling- I couldn’t do that to him. Then came the text. I recognized the number of course, it was my old body’s. “Hey man, glad to see we’re partners”. My heart stirred. “It’s Danny, but you probably already knew that”. To see him text me so casually froze me in place. “Anyways, I do have a game coming up, mind if we switch back?” I couldn’t even bring Danny’s hands to answer himself. “I’ll take that as a yes”.

Zzzip

And just like that, I was back. My hand clinging to my chest, breaths ragged. 

Wait, Fuck. Was I still hard in his body when we switched back?

=============

Zzzip

“Log book 7:

Met up today. Joint gym day. 

Gym feels better in Danny’s body. Unsure if exercise has a different effect on people’s bodies, or if it’s tied to our minds. Seems to be a lag in my emotions.”

I’m not really one to be consistent with exercise. I set the book down, and relocked it, panting as I had in our first switch, but this time due to Danny working my body to the brink.

I think he noticed, because he apologized profusely when I slumped in the bench to catch my breath in the locker room.

I can’t believe I had agreed to it. Danny wanted to test the effects of exercise with different bodies. He stated he wanted to see what it was like doing routine exercises in a different body. Does the body retain that physical memory? Or is it the mind? I only agreed because it was Danny. So, there I was, in the school gym staring at the door like a fish out of water. 

I felt a reassuring hand on my back before my ears immediately shot red when I realized whose hand it was. “Do you have your log book on hand? Should probably write down notes immediately after the switchback”. I immediately panicked at thought that he wanted to compare notes, thinking back to my first entry but he seemed to have caught on to my thought process and immediately dismissed the idea. “It wouldn’t make sense to taint the data with outside factors. Danny was probably the only person that fully understood the professor’s entire experiment so I took his word for it.

When we swapped, I had to focus on not instantly growing hard. For someone seemingly so bookish, the guy was surprisingly fit. Walking to the treadmill, I felt every muscle brimming with power. My first run in his body. Euphoric. Danny was a well-oiled machine. Every component moving in tandem. Lungs drawing in and out powerful gusts of air. Eyes staring me in the mirror, furrowed in powerful determination, and legs gliding with a grace that did not diminish the power behind each foot. I lost myself in the exercise, content to just being inside his body, guided by his body. I finished the run with a heavy pant, knowing full well I’d be hard beyond belief at what lay before me. I eyed myself in the mirror, in sweat-laden body of my crush. The scent was indescribable. Like a pleasant musk basking in the damp earth. Was it always this good? Was this how other people felt when they exercised? I twirled the necklace around Danny’s neck, making sure to not squeeze, mentally thanking whatever gods there may be for this experience.

I looked back at Danny, in my body. His running form was a bit clumsy, but there was a confidence in them that I didn’t often see in myself. Maybe a trick of the light, or residual feelings from the run I just had but I was captivated. I honestly looked almost cute like this. 

He finished, panting before immediately pulling out his book and writing a few notes. He beamed back at me, pointing at the necklace. Even in my body, that smile was unmistakably his. I smiled back, ready to swap once more.

Zzzip

Weird. I still felt the infatuation. I looked back at the body I had just inhabited, still feeling the butterflies in my stomach. It was Danny so I was used to those, but not immediately after a swap. The past few times it always took a second or two to readjust. Danny looked at me, a bit uncomfortable. No doubt it had been from the grave face I was making. I shook my head, not wanting to worry him. Or worse, force a premature end to this experience. “It’s nothing, just a hell of an exercise haha”.

This may be a bit of a problem.

=============

“Interesting, and you’re sure it’s residual feeling?” Said a slightly disinterested Chad, eyeing his dreamy biceps.

“Yes, when I.. uh.. felt angry in his body and switched back, my body did too.”  

“Well it is a swap, of course so your mind returning to its body would feel the same things it felt…” The professor in chad’s body spoke in a slightly faraway tone, like there was something he’d rather be doing. “Though, it shouldn’t be this instant. It’s not physically possible unless…”

I winced, worried for the worst and hoping to remain Danny’s partner.

“This might be a bit of an issue if those necklaces are defective…” He then mumbled something about permanent effects on the mind. “If they are, we’d have to stop the entire experiment. It wouldn’t be right-“ The professor caught a glimpse of Chad’s body in the reflection of his door before looking back at me. “Look, maybe just limit the swaps to low pressure situations, and try to avoid high-emotion situations in case your ‘residual’ hypothesis is correct. Cause if that were true, it would mean you leave a little of yourself every time you swap.”

“Got it, professor”.

“Maybe keep this side effect a little secret for now. We wouldn’t want the others worrying and tainting the data,” Chad’s body spoke in an authoritative tone as his hands sauntered below the desk. “Oh, and please close the door on your way out“.

=============

“Log book 50:

Pain.” 

We had been swapping fairly frequently, despite the professor’s warning. Danny was a drug I couldn’t shake. The guy was my kryptonite and he had no idea. Everytime we swapped, every moment we shared, I couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the professor’s words. Every swap back, I could feel my heart beating as wildly as my first time, stomach churning pleasantly. It was like a wave of sweetness whenever I had a chance to be Danny. Then, the guilt came soon after.

Danny seemed to like the spontaneity. Eventually, we settled on free-switching, aside from classes. Some days, I’d randomly switch and my eyes would focus on my homework, completed with a little smiley face drawn on the corner. I tried that little trick with him once, only to get a text back of his graded assignment, scored uncharacteristically low for the top performer, followed by another text “Nice try anyway lol” 

=============

“Log book 190:

I hate you.”

Zzzip

“Danny, is something wrong?” The shock of the situation stopped me from initially processing anything I was seeing. My clumsy hands. I had been fumbling with my collar, when I accidentally initiated a swap. A wave of embarrassment hit, and then anger. Seething, bottomless anger.

I almost dropped the flowers Danny’s body had been handing her. Without explanation, I quickly squeezed the necklace to send me back.

Zzzip

I sat in stunned silence for a second, before the anger drew me back to my thoughts.

Who was I angry at? Of course it was a girl. He had to have been dating around. It was presumptuous to even think we were anything more than partners in a crazed professor’s experiment. And yet, I was still angry. Irrationally angry at Danny for not picking up on the hints, maybe angry at the professor for dragging me into this mess in the first place. But most of all, I was angry at myself. 

I felt the buzz of a text, ears still heated. Danny again. “You ok?”  

I sighed as reasoning took over and anger transformed into sadness. I wrote a quick note in the log book, then pulled my phone up before texting back. “Yeah”.

“Lol Claudia says hi”, came a text back. I gritted my teeth, not wanting to impart any jealousy in my response, but I was soon stopped by another text. 

“If you wanted to meet my sister, you should have just asked lol”.

=============

“Log book 290

I’m stupid. I’m sorry. I’m stupid. I’m sorry.”

I’m so sorry. I said to Danny in my head, as I slumped in my chair. You’re so fucking stupid. I told myself. These past few months swapping back and forth with Danny had been a dream. 

From something as simple swapping before brushing his teeth to even taking a class as him. I savored every single moment. 

But as the experiment had been drawing to a close, and as I felt my time nearing and my guilt intensifying, other, less kind thoughts bubbled in my head. 

What if I did ‘that’ in his body. What if I did it while thinking of my own body. I gulped. Danny didn’t know, and from what I could tell, he hadn’t suspected a thing. “Maybe I could make him like me.” Even just saying it out loud felt like a taboo. I could just imagine Danny’s disapproving face as I pondered corrupting our newfound friendship, and corrupting him at his core.

The devil on my shoulder continued. We’ve been swapping all this time. And he doesn’t notice. My dick stirred. He wouldn’t notice and you could train his body to fall in love with you.

No. No. I couldn’t do that to Danny. I eyed the near approaching date on the calendar- the date the experiment would end- and I gulped again. I pulled up a photo of him.

Darkness gripped at my chest, as I pondered my next step. And then I squeezed.

“Danny, I love you and I’m sorry.”

Zzzip

My heart, or rather Danny’s, began to beat faster and faster. I pulled up a fairly difficult puzzle before I swapped, so I knew I had some time with his flesh before he’d try to swap back.

I gingerly pulled down his shorts, staring at his bulge hungrily. Then I slowly teased out his dick, moaning at the feeling of flesh touching flesh. Being in his body, having this level of access to Danny. I was hard instantly.

It felt almost macabre, seeing his flesh move to my every whim, forced to feel my feelings. I wanted to etch myself into him as much as possible, and with every pump I moaned my original body’s name. It took all of the restraint in Danny’s body, which, apparently was a lot, to not burst. But one can only hold out so long, hearing one’s crush moan their name in delirious ecstasy. I sang my name in his resonant voice one more time, before flashing instantly to my body and back to his.

Zzzip Zzzip

I released his sticky white seed in what felt like the first cum of my life. I suppose, in a sense, it was. I hoped that sealed it. Conditioning Danny to me. The swaps were imperceptibly fast, and I took the lack of delay in emotions as a sign of success.

Zzzip Zzzip

I released a breath in Danny’s body I didn’t know I was holding, basking in the afterglow before immediately realizing what I had just done. 

Guilt came out of me drop by drop. As his tears began to leave their marks on his shirt, I slowly began to clean up. The pleasure of the situation still clung to me, as I mournfully switched back. Then came another gut-wrenching wave of sadness. Danny, I’m so sorry. 

I looked to the incomplete puzzle in front of me, laughing a little at his lack of progress to ease the sadness.

Then came another text from Danny. “Dude, that puzzle’s impossible”. 

=============

“Log book 300:

Food definitely tastes different in a different body.”

“Look, just try them man” Danny said with a smile, holding a fry in his hand. And the necklace in another. 

Only a few short days left before the experiment’s end. I made no mention of that night, nor the professor’s words to Danny. 

Danny had, in fact, been coming by more often. Prompting more hangouts, initiating more switches. I was elated every time he asked. I even caught a few longer glances from his body, marinating in pleasure at seeing this new side of Danny. However happy I had been, underlying it all was the guilt of my deed.

Danny again held the fry out expectantly. I laughed slightly. “Haha, fine”.

Zzzip

I took a bite from his body. Yep, it was definitely a fry. My own body looked up at me, smiling a Danny-flavored smile before grabbing the half-bitten fry. “Now let’s control for this variable. Same fry,” he said, wiggling it in the air.

Zzzip

I stared at the fry covered in a bit of his saliva. Heaven. I looked back at him and nodded. As we parted ways, I couldn’t help my smile from peeking through. 

He was right, it did taste better on my end.

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“So, we’re not getting paid”? I asked Danny, as we sat in the table. He had a few wine glasses in front. 

It had been a full year since the experiment first started. Despite the general weirdness from the other groups swapping, everyone had been relatively well adjusted. Except for Chad, or whatever he’d be called now. A swapped Kat couldn’t help but spill the beans. Apparently, the professor had no obligation to offer the guy extra credit. He specifically targeted the quarterback for his experiment. What’s worse, he’d apparently created a newer version of the necklace. One that could overwrite and transmit. Chad’s frat brothers mentioned he was offered another credit for participating in a second experiment for this new necklace. After that, no one had seen either person. The pair had mysteriously disappeared, leaving the school scrambling to cover up everything. All most of us knew was one day we suddenly had perfect grades retroactively added for the past year, along with a very scary letter prompting a signature. 

“The university isn’t going to do anything about this.” He said. I was still skeptical as I slowly eyed one of the wine bottles that once graced former Dr. Cohn’s shelf. “It’s the least they could do for all those, ethics violations”. He pulled the cork with a satisfying pop, a mischievous gleam in his eye as he handed me a glass. “Now c’mon, try this”. 

I suppose alcohol had a way of loosening me up. “So…. we’re not getting paid”? I asked again, sarcastically this time. It had been a year, so talking to Danny felt easy. I thought back to my log book, fully intending on burning the thing. Danny shook his head.

“Hard to put a price on crimes against humanity. Or, something like that” he laughed. “The university just said to dump everything and basically forget that experiment ever happened.”

I couldn’t help but laugh as well. I shrugged, knowing money or even perfect grades for a year held no candle to the experience of a lifetime I just had with Danny. I was afraid of the answer, but it had to be asked. “What should we do with these things?” I asked, looking at the necklace still gracing his beautiful neck. His eyebrows raised as he saw the same necklace gracing mine. 

“I mean, by now, you’re pretty used to it, right?” He asked with an almost pleading look in his eye. There was something bugging him. I watched as he fiddled with his feet. “Maybe…” His ears turned bright red. It was riveting finally seeing this side oh him. More than that, it was downright cute. “M-Maybe” he stammered again. Danny took a deep breath to calm himself, though his scarlet face told all. “Maybe we can keep. Um. Swapping. Sometimes, sometimes I like being you, and sometimes I kind of like when you’re me.” He looked at me and smiled weakly, trying to change the subject. “A-Anyway, you need a place to stay next year, r-right? It kind of feels like we’ve already been roommates these past 12 months, what’s another 12?” His sweet words did nothing the dampen the guilt I felt in my betrayal. In any other circumstance, I’d have died happy just hearing that confession from him. Instead I could only think back to the professors words. I did live, at least partially, in Danny throughout this past year. It felt like a betrayal of myself to not come clean.

“Danny, listen. I think I need to tell you first, in your body…” My breath hastened, and I felt my stomach churn. How do you tell a guy what you’ve done with his body- *in* his body? Danny’s face frowned in concern as my bubbling emotions seemed to knock him out of his quick spell of shyness.

He smiled a little. “Look man, whatever you’ve done in my body, I’ve probably done too.” His smile widened. “Your body is mine, my body is yours. Call it even”. More words that would have swept me off my feet, had I not been confessing. More torture ensued.

“I went to the professor about it a few months ago and never told you” I continued. I was practically holding back tears. “Our necklaces were bugged, I think”.

“The professor said…” I gulped. “It was possible that when we switch, our minds don’t come through all at once.” Now tears did begin to swell. “You know how it’s supposed to take a second for your emotions to catch up. Well, when we switch, I still feel the same emotions…”. I gulped. “Since day 1, I think I’ve overwritten your, um, preferences”. Danny’s poker face felt like a dagger in my heart. It’s a face I often made in his body when I was in deep thought, so I knew he had to have been processing to the same conclusion. I could practically see the gear turning in his head. Click.

Face still an enigma, Danny waited a moment and then asked a simple question. “When did you tell the professor?” Click. 

I sniffled as I laid it bare in front of him. “5 months ago. Danny, I’m sorry! I dunno, I just thought maybe… maybe if we kept switching, if our minds kept being in each other’s bodies. Maybe if a little piece of how I felt kept lagging behind, you might have-“ Now the gear was fully spinning and I saw the realization hit his face. I had no idea what he was going to do. Punch me? Maybe. Run away in disgust? Likely. Instead, Daniel had done something equally surprising. His hand rested on my shoulder in a reassuring fashion. Then that same hand motioned me forward.

My memory of the next moment felt like a million moments in one. It was something so outside my realm of possibilities, my brain simply couldn’t process. The whiplash hit my senses all at once. Sweet but a bit salty. A moment of quietness before the background sounds of the campus slowly drizzled back in. The scent of fresh laundry and damp earth. My eyes took even longer to adjust from black to red to an image slowly refocussing. Last was my brain, which had been stunned into silence. I sat back in shock, repeating the same phrase over and over in my head. Danny just kissed me.

He laughed, eyes twinkling and mouth pulled into a smile, beaming in the way that always made my heart swoon. “That theory’s bogus. Trust me. I haven’t felt any different”. He smiled again, sheepishly this time, before fishing something from his backpack’s large pocket. He looked at the item in front of him, hand slightly shaking in hesitation before making his decision. Slowly, he held up his own log book, flipped to the very first page:

“Log Book 1:

<3 ”