ElysianFit

The minute we landed in Miami, my best friend Xander rushed out of the airport looking for his Uber. I asked him what his hurry was all about, but all he said was that he wanted to drop all our stuff off and enjoy this week and start our vacation off right.

“Just the two of us” he whispered under his breath. We finally got to our AirBnb right next to a private beach and I began unpacking in my room while Xander went off exploring the neighborhood.

I went downstairs to grab a bite and I saw a muscly twink in nothing but a speedo and socks invested deeply on his phone. I stared at him, mesmerized by the way his biceps and triceps flexed and stretched as he typed furiously. His bubble butt was so inviting and I was drawn to it as a moth to a flame. His package was nothing to laugh about either, and his torso was so sexy. The ridges of his abs were begging for worship while his shredded pecs taunted me as they rose and fell with his breath. He was perfect.

My gaze finally made its way to his face and I couldn’t help but feel hot and bothered. His eyes, still focused on his phone, were distinctively amber, so beautiful and mesmerizing. His short hair cut was so hot, offering some edginess to his admittedly adorable demeanor. He looked up at me and smirked, pressing one final button on his phone before strutting his way towards me. I was caught and stuck, a deer in the headlights of his amber eyes.

“Look down, babe. I think you’ll enjoy the sight.” He whispered into my ear as he grabbed hold of my biceps. Wait... biceps? I shook free of the twink’s grasp and looked down. I was shocked.

I was a Greek sculpture, carefully and lovingly molded by Apollo himself. I was wearing nothing but a virtual loincloth, which hid nothing from the imagination. I twisted and turned, checking out my newly muscled-up bottom and my steel-hard legs. I brought my hands up to my eyes as I saw veins trace their way throughout my forearms into my massive biceps and triceps. My skin fell so soft, so smooth to the touch, feeling like latex on my muscles. As I felt myself up, my hands massaged my rock-hard slab of pecs that flexed with no effort. Ohhh my nipples w-were so s-sensitive... I closed my eyes and began rubbing and massaging my whole body, enjoying the strength and ridges of my new body.

I felt a new pair of hands join mine on their journey of erotic discovery, tracing the peaks and valleys of my torso. All of this pleasure was building up in my loincloth as my newly engorged manhood grew longer and harder than I’ve ever felt it grow. I unknowingly started moaning as the twink’s hands made their way into the cloth and started pumping...

and pumping...

and pumping...

He began nibbling on my neck, leaving the faintest trail of kisses tracing my shoulder blade to my traps up to my earlobe. “I wanted this trip to be one to remember, so I bought this app’s spring break promotion,” the twink whispered as he continued to pump. I was completely immobilized by his rhythmic groping and sultry voice. “I knew we’ve been on and off for years, but I thought this would be a great way to rekindle the romance, stud.” I finally realized. He was Xander.

“X-Xander, I love this p-please don’t sssssstop” I stuttered out as I began to leak into his perfect hands. He chuckled, nuzzling his beautiful face into my neck.

“I’ve known you too long to not know your type. I decided to make you mine too so we got the best out of this experience, honey.”

Finally adjusting to my powerful muscles. I turned around and pinned the twink to the sink, devouring his mouth and feeling up his taut body. God this was euphoric! The rhythm grew more sensual and steamy; with each kiss welcomed a new grips on the ass, on my massive back, on my love-handle-less waist, on my deeply cut abs, on his perfectly proportioned arms, on his soft and plump ass, on his cut and smooth cheeks, through his soft and styled dirty blonde hair. We were in heaven.

These frat boys really thought they could get one over on us faculty members, just because we’re old and don’t have much clout at uni. Well aren’t they gonna be in for a surprise...

Travis, Connor, and Scott all emailed us saying that they needed to skip our last class to make an earlier flight. Not asking. Not requesting. Demanding. Just because Travis’ dad was on the Board of Directors, Connor’s dad had the humanities building named after him, and Scott’s dad was the head coach on the university’s D1 swimming team. The amount of privilege and influence these kids wielded was unseemly at best, disgusting at worst, but Dr. Ramoray, a colleague of mine who had Connor in his Classical Antiquities class, had an ace up his sleeve that would teach the three boys a lesson while rebalancing the power dynamic of the school.

On his latest excavation to Delphi, Ramoray found an ancient pendant thought to belong to Aphrodite, goddess of beauty, but was stolen by Hermes, god of tricks, and charmed. The charm was that whoever wore the necklace could assume the siphon the youth and virility of any person they think of, but for it to last, they must never make eye contact with their stolen visages for seven nights. Hermes later have this pendant to Dionysus, god of festivals and wine and debauchery, who used the pendant to enjoy both sensual and physical pleasures at his hedonistic affairs. The legend goes that the pendant was stolen and used by mortals on Dionysus, an immortal, to reclaim their youth and strength. The pendant was passed down, and after the old gods were replaced with the Abrahamic God, the pendant was thought to be just an artifact with a lively history. Ramoray believed.

He put his plan into action. Each of us booked a trip to Cinque Terre on the Amalfi Coast, a beautifully seasonal Spring Break spot in which to enjoy our forthcoming virility. We each conjured up an image of our loathed, but youthful, adversaries. Ramoray began first and instantly began to glow alongside the silver pendant. Wrinkles faded away. His arched back began to strengthen. Muscles began to form under his robes as his voice grew deeper and younger. Moan escaped his newly plump lips as graying hair replenished into radiant and strong brown locks. His legs began to mold themselves, replacing pale skin with deeply tanned lithe thighs. His fingers began to tingle with strength as they renewed into strong, healthy fists. A visible six pack formed as he came from all the power coursing through him, an orgasmic experience likened only to that of pure ecstasy. Dr. Cassius went next, imbuing his body with the youth of Scott, growing a full beard of trimmed jet black hair. His body similarly underwent a total transformation, becoming another twenty-something Adonis. I went last, cursing Travis under my breath as I stole his power, his youth, his strength, his muscles, his... cock? Oh God was the experience euphoric. My snow white beard became chestnut brown again as my hair grew to become a lion’s mane of revitalized locks. I felt my arms grow with the strength Travis molded swimming for our university. I couldn’t believe his muscles were mine now... rightfully mine!

I looked towards my fellow bros as my transformation subsided, a fresh batch of cum coating the insides of my shorts. Each was checking their new bodies out, eventually venturing to feel uo one another. I joined in on the fun, engaging in the most satisfying and pleasurable threesome. We rented out a boat, enjoying the week on this coastal escape, confident that our three donors would never find us until the week was over.

Y’know, students aren’t the only people who get a spring break. Professors often go on vacation with their family, wife/husband and kids sort of thing. That doesn’t really fly with me. I don’t have a family, never have, never will. I’m just so invested in my work at the university’s lab that I don’t have the time. Plus, most women and men I’ve tried to go out with shoot me down. They call me weird and delusional. I get it I’m not a hunky guy or a suave savant, but I’m still a person and I have needs.

I teach Cognition and my latest research deals with the origin of personality. Where in the brain does this quintessential aspect of life and humanity live? Having been a professor at Tower U for ~20 years, I’ve experienced a whole array of personalities in my students. You get the basic archetypes — the extroverted jocks, the introverted and studious nerds, the obnoxious Greek life kids, and even the brilliant suave students. But after so much trial and error, I’ve finally synthesized the origin of personality... and how to weaponize it.

My recent experiment dealt with using EEGs to pinpoint where in the brain a response would come from. I did the experiment on myself with some help from my grad fellow, Mason. The kid was a living Adonis, ripped from years of muscle development in the gym, a face that would cause anyone to swoon, and a mind that rivaled Kahneman. The kid was going places, and I was flattered when he wanted to work under my supervision. I, of course, had a thing for him. Who wouldn’t? But tonight, that all changed.

The EEGs used electrode to monitor brain activity, and are typically noninvasive. I reasoned that an invasive procedure would work much better, and given Mason’s surgical experience as an assistant at the medical school, he performed successfully. The experiment dealt with reactionary tests to various stimuli, sort of like testing emotions. We wanted to see where each emotion came from, and if they results in a similar response, we’d pinpoint that area for study. We did it — in the corpus callossum — but I was stuck. Where do we go from here? Mason suggested lesioning the brain and volunteered, claiming he wanted to experience whatever was going to happen as a curious explorer of the brain. Fucking bullshit.

I lesions his brain at the site but his responses were weird. He was devoid of personality, but also of any reactionary measures. He was still obedient, a little too obedient, and I realized that Mason had become an empty husk, desiring someone to pull the strings and lead the rest of his amazing body throughout life. I could’ve easily put his lesioned area back and allow the brain to do its healing... but I couldn’t give up this opportunity. The man, so young and strong and attractive, had everything going for him. I never did and only fell into academia because that was the only career anyone accepted me into. Mason could be anything he wanted... and I wanted to be Mason.

This was a tricky thing — lesioning one’s own brain and realizing the lack of control I would seize once my personality was no longer attached. I decided to record audio directing Mason’s body (and my own) through the steps of transferring my personality into his body. It was like choreographing a dance. Mason’s muscle memory mimicked his previous practices and procedures so accurately it was as if the man was still whole. Soon he would be...

I woke up with a start... it’s a disorienting experience being in a completely different body so foreign to your own. I was chubby and short, my stomach rolling off the sides of my dress pants like a muffin top. Now I had a street of cobblestone abs making their way down my torso, alongside a shelf of stone hard pecs. My soft, always hot skin leading to perpetual sweat, as if a pig in the summer. My skin wasn’t soft now, but smooth, and outlined the trails of veins and muscles that adorned Mason’s body. My cock, if you could call it that, never peaked out of its shell unless I was seriously bothered, and even then it was only three inches. Turns out body swapping was an erotic experience, and my now nine inch python was begging for stimulation. I got up, adjusting to my new smaller center of gravity and the height differential.

I flexed my muscles. Yeah, my muscles! Fuck.. to feel the power and energy flowing through Mason’s body. I walked to the mirror, and although I had some scarring on my forehead, I admired the beauty of each inch of this body. Fuck, I was finally the god among men I always knew I was to be. I gently stroked my new massive cock, steadily going faster as I groped my own pecs m, moaning with my deep voice and calling my own name. Yeah... I’m Mason... I’m Mason... my hand trailed down my abs, massaging each one as if a treasure to behold, my precious. I licked my biceps and took a deep inhale of my muscles through my armpits. Fuck I was a man. All of these sensations resulted in my first orgasm, all over the mirror, I cleaned myself up, tasting my new cum and relishing in the flavor. This was me now, hahaha! I took a shower to explore further, lathering and massaging each muscle and every inch of skin I had. I stroked my hands through my hair, feeling free and powerful.

I got an email alert on Mason’s phone. Turns out muscle memory and plain memory remained in one’s body, which I retained full access to. Turns out Mason planned on stealing my work after this and wanted the lesion as a way to rid himself of emotive characteristics, in effect becoming a psychopath. Smart move, but I was smarter. The email was a reminder of the trip I — Mason —booked to Cancun for spring break. Guess that’s one way to test out this body. Who says professors can’t enjoy spring break alone?

Trent and Dom finally came back to the room, never looking up from checking out their new assets.

“Looks like you boys faired well,” Steve smirked as he checked out his friends.

“Found this guy by the pool. Something about his blue briefs just did it for me, hehe. But man is this guy roided af!” Trent explained, tracing his beefy fingers up and down the ridges of his forearm veins.

“Man this guy was packing on hard workout. Check out the pump in these biceps, my dude! He was pretty tired too so it was easy to slip in. But fuck I feel so invigorated and powerful. RAHHHH!” Dom flexed for his amigos. “Just gotta fix this tan line but I think a day would take care of that. We’re here for a week anyway.”

“Mmmmm. Yeah, one whole week of gallivanting as these studs. Who needs to get in shape for spring break when people can do it for you, amirite fellas? My guy was walking down the hall and I knew I just had to have him. Stripped him down to these neon briefs and haven’t stopped fooling around since.” Steve said, he checked out his friends. “Why don’t we test these guys out before we... take them out into town?” Steve peered into Dom’s eyes. Dom gulped; he may look like an alpha male, but he was still a sub bottom at heart. Trent smirked reaching for his friends’ pecs and feeling the muscle and power flow through them, resulting in a low growl. This year’s spring break was gonna be one for the books. Now if only the studs left their suite and actually explore town.

Larry couldn’t stand how he looked. He was always busy. Yeah, that was his excuse. To be honest, Larry was never attractive. He never pushed himself in the gym. Actually, he never went to the gym. He never played sports. He never did anything remotely active. Larry’s only motivation in life was mediocrity.

He stayed at his office accountant job for nearly forty years and even then he lacked ambition. His wife, Lucille, was about to leave him… couldn’t satisfy her. His entire life was plagued by the ordinary turn of the clock. His marriage was a failure. His two kids, Cassie and Kent, were in high school and hated their old man for some reason - probably teenage angst. Yet he had an idea to turn his life around, albeit absurd in nature.

Recently, there were… developments… at Larry’s company, as is usual for a pharmaceutical company. However, this development, this new drug, was different. Rumor has it that it allowed the person taking the pill to evaporate into dense smoke, a side effect for a drug that aimed to curb diabetes. According to the rumor mill, once the person became thin air, they were able to possess a nearby person.

Larry, both a fetish fanatic (the one interesting thing about him) and a diabetic, signed up for the trial. As a company worker, Larry was privy to all of the necessary information and qualifications the trial sought, and therefore tailored his profile to fit these standards. He breezed through the screenings.

The trial was unique in that it required subjects to go about their daily lives and report back any issues resulting from the pill should they arise. Larry was given two weeks off and planned to have his family go on a short vacation to Bora Bora. No one ever said no to a free trip.

The trip served a dual purpose: it allowed Larry to reconcile his marriage and relationships while allowing him to find a new suitable body. He was never going back to the pale blob he currently occupied. Instead, he’d be lean, toned, tanned, athletic, and hot - everything he always wanted to be but never could. As for his family… well, they were abandoning him anyway. He was simply beating them to the punch.

Landing on the tropical island, Larry was instantly on the prowl for his next life. That’s when he met Matthieu.

Matthieu was his family’s boat guide, a charming French Polynesian hunk who would serve as the family’s trip liaison. He was also Larry’s target.

Matthieu was everything Larry wasn’t. Sure, he was toned, lean, young, hot, tanned, and could play a decent game of soccer, but he was also confident, carefree, extroverted, and flirtatious.

Biding his time, Larry and his family embarked on a small trip to a local tourist cove out by the reef. Unfortunately, Larry feigned exhaustion and beckoned to betaken back to the main village. Matthieu dutifully prepared the boat and ensured that the family was safe by introducing them to another traveling party from the same village. Everything was sailing smoothly. The same could not be said of Matthieu’s trip back with Larry.

As Matthieu guided the boat to the village and farther from the reef, Larry took the first aid kit from the boat’s base and struck Matthieu, knocking the native hunk out cold. Larry took the pill and within five minutes adopted his ghostly fog form once again. Flowing into Matthieu’s body proved to be a breeze as the young charmer remained defenseless against the fog’s entry through his nostrils and mouth. Within seconds, Larry, or Matthieu, rose and continued his journey back to village, alone in the boat. Once back, Matthieu entered his own room at the hotel and proceeded to strip, allowing the old man within the tan Adonis to take in the entirety of his new body in the bathroom mirror.

Matthieu was amazed by his now tan and toned torso, his firm and flexed muscles, his sexy and smoldering face, his full and luscious head of hair. All of it was now his. Matthieu caressed and massaged his whole body as if discovering it for the first time. He traced the ridges his biceps and triceps formed along his arm, admiring his newfound strength. His pressed and tested the firmness of his newly acquired six pack, amazed by how taut his midsection could be. He caressed his face as if molding it into place, shocked by how smooth his skin was and how plump and juicy his lips now were. He ran both hands through his hair, loving how voluminous and natural it felt as each follicle danced across his fingertips. Larry’s plan worked beautifully.

Before departing for Bora Bora, Larry ensured that every part of the trip was planned, including who his family dealt with and what they would do. Nothing would screw up his plan. This meant that Larry forged several documents changing his identity to Matthieu and sending almost all his assets to an account under his new identity. Paying special attention to Matthieu’s mannerisms and clothing allowed Larry to shop for a new set of clothes that fit his new form perfectly.

That night, Matthieu had some fun. Meeting a fancy young broad and an equally attractive hunk, Matthieu took both beautiful people to his room for a night full of sensual pleasure but devoid of sleep. As he pounded the woman, the hunk pounded into him. Sweat and ejaculation mixed among the three godly bodies as pleasure swirled around them. Matthieu groped his own body, tensing his abs and flexing his bulging biceps, losing himself in the heat of passion and pleasure gained from the feelings and sensations of this new form. He was a god among men, now. As the new dawn rose, Matthieu looked out of his window reflecting joyfully at how successful he was both in his plan and in the sack.

Returning to the U.S. was simple and easy. Matthieu was able to prove his residency as a model on work visa and found a place in sunny California, a far cry from the frigid mundanity of Ohio. Using his new business, accounting, and investment acumen accumulated through years of experience and news viewing, Matthieu successfully launched his own wine distribution company out of Napa Valley, granting him notoriety for being the Valley’s most eligible, and most attractive, bachelor. His new life was just beginning, and his old life was never heard from again.

Aronik “Summer Body” Campaign (P. 1)

He said he’d pay me more than I could ever imagine. As I posed with my new swollen body, my only thought was that he was right. 

I was walking along the beach looking for some spare change, my metal detector barely stretching farther than my giant gut. At the age of 43, my life was in shambles. My family wasn’t all that well off growing up, and so I had to drop out of high school to help support my family, though that didn’t last long after they caught me making out with some other guy. I had to scavenge for myself ever since I was 19, and 24 years later all I had to show for it was this metal detector, the van I got (for $200 too!) that now serves as my humble abode, and this here beer gut I’ve been harvesting for some odd 20 years. 

I continued my trek until my detector started beeping something frightful. I dug at the spot to find some weird copper bee statue. Once I grasped it, the bee started beeping too, and at that moment I thought I had picked up a landmine. Thankfully, some really ripped photographer ran over, his tanned pecs etching out of his Hawaiian shirt, making me feel both envious and inferior. 

“Hey, thanks for finding this! I don’t know what the crew would think if I lost it!” The tan photographer said, his pearly smile glistening in the Cali sun. “I’m Aron.” He extended his hand and I shook it warily. “Petey,” I responded, my eyes narrowing as Aron’s face formed a smirk.

“I’m really thankful you found this for me so want to give you something in return.“ I had to admit, this guy was really hot. “How about you join us and model these pants for us.” He brought out a pair of pants from his other hand. “We’re shooting for our new ‘Summer Body’ campaign and I think you’re the perfect model for the job!” He offered as he playfully punched my gut. My eyes must’ve betrayed me as he continued “No for real! These pants will really compliment you, I swear! I’ll even pay you for it. More than you can imagine,” He pleaded as he walked me to the changing rooms.

I figured what the hell and took the pants from him. I walked into the changing room with Aron in tow, his perfect smile still glistening. I swear this guy should just be his own model. I looked at him expectantly and he backed away, locking the door and allowing me my privacy. “I swear, they really will make you look good!” I took off my own cargo shorts and my underwear and began to pull on the swim pants. These things were elastic, tight, and very uncomfortable. I looked down to see that my feet looked a bit paler and bonier than usual, but I thought nothing of it and I continued to shimmy, getting the swim pants up the rest of my legs. I could’ve swore that the pants attached to my body, somehow morphing them to fit the holes as I made my way up. My shirt seemed to be getting tighter too. Finally, I got them to my waist and looked down to see the red swim pants around two perfectly sculpted legs. 

I looked into the mirror and was surprised to see an entirely different person. Mounds of muscle wrapped around my arms, stretching my poor T-Shirt to the point where tiny tears began to form around my new muscly bicep. My face was more angular and younger, with my downtrodden brown eyes shifting into piercing alert blue eyes. My once balding head became a forest of lush, voluminous brown locks. My legs, though hidden under the red swim pants, were covered with strong, taut, muscle. I took off my tightened shirt to investigate my tight, young new body, and I was not disappointed. Two pale pecs laid on my chest, with a clear six pack and V-line rounding out my midsection. I saw the outline of my new, longer and younger cock begging for release. I whipped it out and began jerking off, flexing, kissing, and licking my new biceps in the process. My new voice, a deep baritone growl, began to moan as I edged closer and closer into ecstasy. With my other hand I caressed my abs and groped my solid pecs, twisting my perky nipples to stimulate my hormonal body. I yelled out with one final moan as sperm spew from my hot cock, spreading all over the mirror. As I tucked my length back inside the swimwear, Aron unlocked the door and wrapped his arms around my young body.

Aronik “Summer Body” Campaign (P. 2)

I got this body part switching technique from my best friend, Ronnie. One day he’s clinically obese, the next he’s a walking Greek statue… literally. Apparently all you gotta do is rub the area you wanna change with this weird oil and then touch the same body part on your target. My son was the easiest target, and boy am I happy it was him. Seeing a body like this with my head on top is such an arousing experience.

Ronnie gave me enough oil to swap my entire body from head to toe with whoever I see, and I’ll wait awhile until something piques my interest. I only need to switch out minor things. Maybe get rid of these wrinkles and these eyebrows. My dick is getting old so maybe I’ll trade it in from one of those studs down at the strip club. Speaking of which I need to head to the gym. My boy may have a nice chest and abs but his legs were so undeveloped.

When George sent me a snap, I expected a simple “Streak” message. I was pleasantly surprised when I saw Jorge, the Peruvian exchange student, in the pic with the message “Wanna?” At that second I realized two things - George trapped Jorge, and he offered him to me on a silver platter.

During our first year in university, George realized he had weird powers. Something about his mom being from the Salem line. His two most mastered powers? Hypnosis and body swapping. George and I would do this every now and then. He’d hypnotize our target, swap bodies, and then hypnotize the target again so that he believed he was always in that body. It was full proof… and incredibly kinky. I discovered George in the middle of a swap with the president of Delta Iota Kappa our first year. Ever since then, I’ve been his partner in crime. It’s how we’ve managed to stay 20 years young for 20 years.

To scout future bodies more efficiently, George and I swap with various department heads. This time he was the Linguistics Chair and I became the Finance Chair. Jorge was in my class and my god was he the perfect package. Smart, athletic, sexy, charismatic, BISEXUAL. Mind you getting with literally anyone he wants is a plus, especially when I could get anyBODY with Jorge’s facade. The kid was also definitely set for life with his skill set and background. I guess I’m going to be him this semester, or maybe for the next couple of years. I’ve never experienced being in my mid twenties, so I may as well start with a hot body and s bright future.

I groggily woke up to the sight of my toned body caressing my best friend, Connor’s, body. Wait that wasn’t right. I tried to get up but my hands were tied to the bench, my legs spread out and tied to each of the bench’s legs, but these weren’t my legs. I wasn’t this dark and my legs were certainly not this fatty or bulbous.

“Oh look who woke up. Good morning, Jerry.” My body said, giving that sexy smirk all the girls swoon over. I couldn’t help but realize I was getting hard, if you could even call it that. My new dick went from a measly two inches to barely four. “Oh look he’s excited to see me in my new body. Thanks for the donation. I think it suits me much more than you.” My body said, contorting my face into a glare as he flexed my stolen, toned arms.

“J-Jerry isn’t my name. I’m -“

“Oh right I forgot. Hey, CONNOR, give Jerry a mirror.” He offered me his phone and I gasped in horror. “That’s right, JERRY. You’re the pathetic fat gay nerd and I’m Asher Romelli, the sexy soccer star, and known bisexual.” He says as he grabs Connor and starts to make out with him. I was disgusted but this body was responding so much to the sight of the two toned teens groping one another.

“W-wait. Where am I?” I heard a voice mutter next to me. I turn and see Dante McPheerson, the black Comp Sci major widen his eyes at the sight of the jocks playing rougher.

“Hey look, babe. Dante woke up. Guess what, nerd, this is my body now.” The new Connor gloated as he crossed his arms. Neither of us could move as our old bodies began to get friskier, stroking one another with the hottest faces imaginable plastered onto our old facades. I wanted to cry but my new body was getting so worked up by the sexy sight in front of my eyes. I came without warning and a wave of exhaustion came over. Jerry suddenly stopped and looked at me with a devilish grin.

“Wow, we didn’t even have to touch you. Guess what, bitch. We’re locked in now. No more going back to that ugly piece of shit body. I’m a new man.” Jerry triumphantly proclaimed in my body, caressing each of my stolen muscles. “Oh and because were locked in, you can’t even try and say we switched. It’s impossible. Hahahahaha.” Asher proceeded to give Dante’s old body a lap dance, kissing different spots on his bony black body. The new Connor giggled and strutted over, flexing his new pecs and stroking his new, longer cock. The new Dante came within one minute.

Every year, Santa finds the baddest boy and baddest girl and has some fun with them. This year, Santa and Mrs. Claud we’re particularly antsy for some new blood. It’s their 2017th year doing this, and after spending nearly two centuries with their old bodies, they wanted something fresh… and young.

So when Brock and his lady friend were making quite the ruckus in Beverly Hills, Santa found his new, fresh target. Santa has the ability to cause instant drowsiness, hence why no one, not even adults, have seen him so stealthily walk into every household and leave gifts (or curses) under the tree. Before Christmas, however, Santa snuck into Brock’s modern style house out in the Hills.

As Brock was getting out of the shower, Santa threw some Pole Snow at him, causing the hunk to collapse against the bathroom sink. Already stripped, Brock gave Santa easy passage into his sculpted body. Santa chanted the incantation and slowly but surely became nothing but a flurry of snow and glitter, swirling into Brock’s open mouth. The transformation was seamless. In a matter of seconds, Santa woke up feeling his fresh, new muscles. He flexed his biceps, enjoying the way they tightened under his smooth, young skin. His felt up his cobblestone abs, loving the tightness he felt along his torso. He cupped his huge pecs, enjoying their weight and sturdiness. This sensual acclimation with his new body caused the former fat elderly man to get his first hard on since 1450. Mrs. Claus would have so much fun with this hunk around the Pole.

Santa tugged at his own Pole, inspecting its surprising girth and superior length. Looking at his face in the mirror, Santa couldn’t help but smile at his now brown beard and his long brown locks. He looked more like a buff Jesus than a younger version of himself. Suddenly, Brock’s lady friend appeared in the doorway, surprised to see Brock’s indecency and masturbation. Instantly transfixed on the beautiful blonde, Santa took her hand and led her to the bedroom, groping her breasts while he thrusted into her. He hadn’t felt this type of pleasure in years, and knowing that the blonde didn’t know he wasn’t really Brock fueled him even more. Her moans encouraged him. His body wanted it. She grabbed onto his pecs, feeling the strength and power and eagerness coursing through Sexy Santa. After two hours, Santa finally came, the blonde having already done so several times within the first hour.

Laying down on the king size mattress with the blonde curled up on his side, Santa took some Pole Snow and sprinkled it on the woman, making her even more tired. Santa snapped his fingers bringing him and the blonde to his private quarters in the North Pole. Surprising Mrs. Claus in the kitchen by grinding against her, Santa led her to the bedroom, where the sleeping blonde was kept. Undergoing the same process, Mrs. Claus instantly felt rejuvenated and horny in her new beautiful blonde body.

“I’m sorry do I know you? You’re in my light, man.”

“Oh, you must be mistaken! I didn’t steal this body, I’m borrowing it for spring break.” *tenses abs*

“It was yours? No, you really are mistaken. I bought this body. From the concierge. He said that all Platinum Packages come with a hunk for the week.” *flexes arms and checks out veins*

“Yeah, no I’m not giving this back. I paid too much for it. You’ll get it back by the end of the week…. if you stop bothering me”

“Keep talking and I’ll extend my stay. This body’s nice and way better than the old husk I left with the front desk. I’ve lived a whole life and built up an entire empire, what makes you think I don’t have the funds to stay for the rest of YOUR life?”

“I must say though I would be mad losing this body too. I know the host they gave you sucks. You look so pathetic next to me. Undeveloped, unremarkable, untanned. Man you really are ugly.”

“Me on the other hand. I’ve never been athletic and you’re body is just the cream of the crop. God you’re so hot. Gonna have a lot of fun with this body. Mm mm mm, these twinks are gonna love me plowing them in the ass all week long. They don’t call it the Platinum Package for nothing.”

“God you really are pathetic. I’m keeping this husk for the long haul. Say goodbye to this perky ass and this meaty chest. All of it gone. Your cobblestone abs, mine now. Your toned legs, mine now. Everything, your styled blond hair, your chiseled jaw, your piercing blue eyes, even your athletic hands and cute manicured toes. All mine now.” *leans back into mat*

I think I got away from him, finally. You’d think that running away from a 300 lb elderly man would be easy, but that kid was desperate. I can’t blame him, losing this body would make me go berserk too. Good thing I came up with this strategy. Leaving my old hosts by switching with unfit guys in order to swap into better bodies, now that’s the way to go. Once you get tired of one body, you do a little act of charity by giving it away to some poor unfit chap and then use his unsightly obese body to takeover another fit one. That way, they can’t chase you post-swap.

“Well did it work?” Austin asked me as I continued to look in awe at the sculpted hunk in front of me. He was no longer Austin, though. He was now Redden, star swimmer of Tower U and my newest boy toy.

Since I stole Derek’s special phone, along with his Adonis body, I’ve been searching for more students with below average bodies and social lives. I wanted to share my wealth with the rest of the university. After all, these ugly nerds are desperate for any sense of social recognition, whether that be going to parties, fucking around campus, or just having friends outside of their nerdy cohort.

Austin was my latest project for obvious reasons. As a chemical engineering student, he was a genius, but too smart for his own good. He was consistently bullied by the swim team, who would often spot Austin with his classmates running experiments at the pool. Austin was gay. He was ugly. He was desperate. He was mine.

After swim practice one day, Austin was unforetunately stuffed into the smelly lockers of the swim team room, leaving him there until midnight when the cleaning crew heard him sobbing. Word quickly spread, and I felt pity for the young scientist. What hurt the most was that his idol, his biggest crush, was Redden, the swim team captain.

After seizing Derek’s body and ensuring he doesn’t bother anyone anymore, I approached Austin to get coffee, an offer he quickly accepted. I flirted with him, groped him, laughed at all his corny science jokes, and finally I mentioned Redden. That instantly silenced Austin. He confessed that Redden is the perfect man to him, in every way. Austin was right in his assessment. While Redden was a gifted swimmer and a part time model, he was also a chemical engineering student himself, and a brilliant one at that. Austin provided some context to his tragic relationship with Redden, detailing how the swimmer was his first friend in college until he started attending swim practices, cementing both of their roles in Tower U’s social hierarchy. Austin felt betrayed by Redden, but still couldn’t quell his incessant obsession with the jock.

“Is it that you like Redden, or that you want to be Redden?” I innocently asked. Austin seemed taken aback by the question, but after some thought, reluctantly agreed with my assessment. A devilish grin sprouted upon my face. I laid out my plan.

Spring Break always followed the final regular season meet before regionals, meaning it was the best time to steal a body and run away with it without a trace. Tower U won, of course, but not without some difficulty. Before the match at a party, I swapped my thick legs with Redden’s, meaning he had some extra difficulty moving around the pool. This, coupled with his duty as swim team captain, meant that he’d spend a little extra time in the locker-room before leaving, as he needed to rest a bit more than the others and lock up the room.

Austin and I snuck into the locker room after the meet and gagged Redden, taking him to a motel on the outskirts of campus. Redden’s absence wouldn’t alarm anyone. Unlike other jocks, Redden always went abroad to help underprivileged communities during Spring Break, so no one was traveling with him.

At the motel, Austin and I tied Redden to the bed. As Austin showered, I stripped the knocked out jock, massaging the hunk’s body to induce an erection. I was pleasantly surprised at his length and girth. Austin popped back out in a motel robe and was struck by the sight. His ideal body, his ideal life, served to him on a silver platter, all within an arm’s grasp, or a picture’s snap.

I explained to Austin that he needed to take the picture at such an angle that Redden’s entire body would be in the photo. Austin took some time figuring out an angle and, after deciding on the perfect one, snapped the photo, the camera’s flash shining throughout the room. It actually blinded me for a second, but once the flash subsided, I saw Austin’s pudgy, pale, undeveloped body tied on the bed and Redden’s big, healthy, muscular body standing next to me, donned in nothing but a bathrobe.

“Well did it work?” Austin asked, surprised by the low voice emanating from his lips. I snatched the phone from him and hastily snapped a photo of his stolen legs, returning his lithe legs and receiving by thicker ones. Smirking, I walked up to him, pulled him by the robe, and began making out with him. Feeling his strong muscles, hearing the low, guttural moan relaxing his mouth, I knew that I found a new friend, with many benefits. I saw that the erection also transferred to Austin during the switch, and so we had such a sensual, yet sleepless, night in bed together.

Austin’s powerful upper body held me down as he thrust into my thick ass, holding me close against his own torso. Flipping around, Austin offered me the most powerful kiss I’ve received, a token of gratitude for such a life changing event. As he inches deeper and deeper into me, I grasped onto his tight pecs, enjoying my journey down to the ridges of his abs. He nipped at my neck, a soft spot I had nonchalantly mentioned during our first talk over coffee. Finally, his thrusts began to quicken, gradually becoming sloppier as he neared ejaculation. With one, final, booming, deep groan, Austin came.

“Oh, it’s you! Hey man thanks for the muscles.”

“What? You want me to give them back?”

“Haha not in a million years. I don’t care if you worked hard for them.”

“I don’t need any fitness tips now that I stole your pecs, abs, arms, and legs. Oh and your special package too!”

“Face it, your muscles look better on my body anyway. Your pale complexion weren’t doing these babies justice. ”

*flexes biceps with a cheeky grin*

“My tan skin on the other hand. Ohhhh man, the crowd is going wild out there. And it’s all thanks to your generous quote on quote donation”

“I’m never going back to that flab. It’s your problem now. So if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to finish my routine. All the chicks and twinks love it when I strip EVERYTHING now.”

“Yeah, taking your cock was a nice touch too, and seeing my face with all these muscles sure gets me hard everyday.”