Transformation Tales

This is my gym crush:

He's quite obviously straight so there's no hope for me but I still enjoy watching him and fantasizing. I mean, I'd pretty sure no gay guy who cared that much about his appearance would wear those shoes, right?

For several months during my gym visits we'd see each other, though I'm not sure if he even knew that I existed. We had our routines and I'd miss him on the days when he didn't come at 'our' usual time. Then I spotted something on Grindr. It was just a headless torso but I knew it was him! My heart fluttered. Could this be true? Was it just a catfish? I clicked into his profile and then my heart sank once again as I read his profile and realized I stood no chance with him: "FTM only".

A few days later though, I was in the gym doing my usual thing and I saw him coming in my direction. I pretended not to see him but then he came right up to the machine I was using. Inside, I panicked. Was I doing something wrong? Did I have something on my face? All these questions ran through my head.

"How many sets do you have left?" he asked in his deep, smooth voice.

In a slight panic, I quickly replied "Just finished!" and started to get up and grab my towel. Then he laid one of his meaty hands on my shoulder and pushed me back into the seat.

"No rush." He looked at me and a wry smile appeared. Silence reigned for a few seconds before he sparked up a conversation. "I've seen you watching me, you know. You're not as subtle as you think." I must have gone bright red at this point. "And I've seen you keep looking at my Grindr profile." So it was him! He left the silence a little longer. "You're not my type, but if you could be, would you?"

Seeing him up close next to me, his veins bulging all over his shoulders, his tshirt sticking to his skin, a heady mix of deoderant and musk wafting in my direction - I must have lost my mind. I nodded gently. "Great, let's get out of here."

Long story short: His regular long-term guy at the time had some commitment issues and was not putting out, but he was still totally fixated on him and wanted more. And when he wanted something, he got it. And so, I could be with him if I swapped bodies with this other dude and that dude could be a cis-male and get a dick like he'd always wanted. Seemed like a win-win! So...yeah, this is me now:

My original body was pretty average previously but that was not an issue for the other guy apparently because he was ecstatic just to have a cock. I, on the other hand, didn't anymore and boy that wasn't the only shock. I was probably about 15cm shorter now that I was before. Which means Edgar (as he's called) now towers over me and I'm barely at nipple height next to him.

It's so weird not having a dick. Like, even when I'm fully dressed I feel naked somehow. Not sure how to describe it. Clothes definitely fit differently now too, but now I'm with Edgar, it's the least of my worries.

If anything, Edgar is even hotter now than before. From my new shorter perspective, he's even bigger which drives my wild. I love getting to touch his body and he loves me doing it. And his dick... wow. Part of me is jealous of his dick now that I don't have one but that makes me want it all the more. I'm obsessed with it and I think he knows it. He loves taunting me for having a pussy and likes to remind me at every opportunity. I love seeing the playful side of him and being the focus of his attention for once! He knows exactly what to do with his hands and dick to make this body go wild. He's a real pro to be honest. And the best part? I get to wake up to this hunk every morning!

As the experiment entered its final stages, Toby's times improved but still he was unable to match Alex's own performance. This enraged Toby as he felt emmasculated. They'd transitioned many further elements like past experiences and familiarity with the body, fitness knowledge but something was still missing. Toby discussed with his colleagues that a final element of Alex's psyche needed to be transitioned to complete the study - his motivation and drive. His colleagues immediately rejected this on ethical grounds and repeated that it was not part of the agreed scope, but Toby could not let it drop.

Secretly he met up with Alex and they performed an additional transition. This time, Toby selected to transfer Alex's drive, determination, discipline and any other characteristic the device would allow. Not only that, but he set a bias in the system to prevent an equal transfer. Toby was also a motivated student, but he wanted to augment himself and drain Alex for all he could.

After the final transition, Toby felt almost drunk on confidence and self-belief, while Toby looked meek and dejected. After the secret transition, they conducted the final trials the next day. Toby was ecstatic to have finally outperformed Alex by 3%. Alex on the other hand, seemed anxious and submitted the worst performance on the entire experiment.

After the final test, it was time to switch back, but strangely, the machine was inoperable. All documentation on how to design the machine had also disppeared. This was hugely embarrassing for the university, who wanted to quickly sweep this under the carpet. They handsomely compensated Alex who put it very little in the way of a fight. He meekly signed the NDA and accepted the large compensation package, bought an apartment and got heavily into gaming. Now with his mind erased of all fitness knowledge, he didn't know the first thing about going to the gym and so prefered the comfort of his own home. He grew too lazy and lacked the motivation to find a job or workout and slowly descended into the life of a hermit with a weight problem. He longed to be fit again and followed many influencers on Instagram, but he just couldn't bring himself to do anything about it.

Toby fully assumed the life of Alex. With his newfound virility and strength, he submitted for an Ironman - one of the former Alex's dreams. The new Toby followed it all online and was so jealous but strangely horny too.

The university allowed Toby to earn his PhD as Alex and so 'Dr. Alex' became a well-known and popular character on campus. When he's not in the lab, you can find him in the gym or out preparing for his next physical challenge - an ultra marathon.

Phase 2 of the experiment was to isolate parts of the mentality to identify the relative importance of each component part. The first element to be transitioned was breath control. Each donned a headset that appeared to only play white noise but underneath, their minds were being altered and knowledge shared and replaced. Alex felt tired and slightly drained after the first transition phase, but Toby felt invigorated, strong and his borrowed cock got hard from the sensation of power.

After the transition session, both bodies were put through their paces. Toby was now instinctively be able keep control of his breathing and heart rate, while Alex struggled much more this time. Alex heart rate went dangerously high as he tried to force his body to do something it couldn't, and his breathing became less controlled with shallow breathes and wheezes. Nevertheless, his determination kept his workout still above Toby's initial recording.

After the session, Alex bumped into Toby and was able to see that he'd done an excellent session.

As a well-known fitness influencer, Alex often spoke and posted about the power of mindset, mental strength and discipline as being key to his success.

This conviction attracted the attention of a local university who reached out to him to conduct a series of experiments. The concept was to test this assertion out in a controlled environment. Alex's ego, attracted by the possibility to prove his formidable mental strength as stronger than others, agreed to the study.

He'd swap bodies with a control candidate of average athleticism and fitness know-how and the scientists would see how each body performed to the new mind.

Toby, the nerdy PhD candidate was delighted with his swap and spent a good amount of time lusting over his temporary form.

They'd slightly lied to Alex, and Toby's body wasn't exactly average, rather decidedly overweight and unfit. But he was unfazed and determined to prove he was able to push his temporary body harder and further than its previous occupant.

Both candidates were hooked up to a series of machines and monitored. Alex in Toby's body suffered an initial shock at just how unfit his form was, but through his experience as a personal trainer and his frequent hypoxic training sessions, he was able to keep calm, control his breathing and perform 38% better than Toby had just a week earlier. This spurred Alex's ego that his mental training made him superior and more alpha than others, even in this out-of-shape body.

Toby, overly confident in the ability of the body alone absolutely tanked his first test.

He set off far too quickly, couldn't control his breathing and called off the test early because he was hyperventilating. His performance was 64% worse than Alex's the previous week.

It's been a week Carol landed in her son's body and she had settled in remarkably well. I mean, could you tell anything different?

Matthew was horrified at first but then seemed to grow more concerned about losing his gym progress and keeping on top of his social media and sponsorship deals. And so he began teaching his mom what she needed to do for him. On the first trip to the gym he coached her through it from a distance while on the phone. To any bystanders, it just looked like he was listening to music. She did as asked, posed and took some selfies for posting later in the day. Somehow things came more easily than expected and she felt relieved, relaxed and strong by the end of it.

Finishing up after the session, Matthew realised just how big he'd gotten, which was emphasized from his current petite perspective. He felt strangely proud. He could also smell that his mom had put in the effort - she always said he was a smelly boy, but now he could see why. Carol could also see why now and felt so sweaty and smelly, but she couldn't help these hormones. After getting home and taking off her enormous sneakers, she could smell teenage feet even though she'd only had them on for a few hours.

Over the next few days, they settled in to some form of routine. Matthew kept up the meal prep that he knew his body needed but seemed to whizz around the kitchen with more ease than previously. Then, he'd shout up that food was ready and Matthew would run down and practically inhale large quantities of food. Carol also got really good at social media and seemed to be glued to her phone now. Matthew was a bit concerned and felt a little ignored, as if she was only interested in his phone now. She didn't even have Instagram or TikTok before this happened!

After a few days, Carol found herself in a dilemma. She could feel that her body needed... release. But she was reluctant to act upon it. After about an hour of laying on Matthew's bed and aimlessly flicking through TikToks of cute young girls, fast cars and fitness influencers which the algorithm knew Matthew loved, one of her large hands started rubbing her appendage. It felt sooo good. After just a few minutes of gentle rubbing, she had her first male orgasm. She fell back into the bed and enjoyed the bliss.

Then, she heard footsteps. FUCK. She'd not planned on cumming, nor had she considered that males ejaculate all over themselves like this. Quickly, she pulled off the cum-soaked tshirt and wiped off any excess. The door opened and so she quickly had to just throw the tshirt on the floor and act non-chalantly.

Matthew walked in and turned up his nose at the smell of boy and insisted on opening the window. Carol hadn't noticed any bad smell and thought he must have been exaggerating. Returning to the door after opening the window, Matthew noticed the cumrag next to the bed. Sparing them both the embarrassment, his motherly instinct kicked in and decided to ignore what he had seen. The sheepish '20-year-old' held her breath and hoped he hadn't noticed. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it.

That night, Carol couldn't sleep. Matthew's body clocked was screwed up and he generally got up between 10 and 11. Despite her best efforts, she was doing no better and was groggy when arising in the late morning. It also didn't help that he would insist on her taking caffeinated pre-workout before the gym so it was 11:30pm and still he felt wide awake and full of energy. She'd jerked off for the third time that day and at a loss of things to do in her room, she reached for the PS5 controller.

Before long, it was 3am. The muscle memory of playing Street Fighter came flooding back. Realizing the time and thinking she should probably get to bed soon, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed.

But before bed, she still wanted to try out doing a posing video without Matthew being there and bossing her around. After a few attempts, she posted this:

Finally satisfied with the video and getting a buzz from the likes and comments that were flooding in, she finally went to sleep around 04:30am.

Michael was a controversial appointment as CEO.

He was a classic bro that had gone into finance and only cared about growing his wealth and gaining more status. The shareholders loved him but the employees less so. As soon as he became CEO, he organized a large shift and brought on his former fratbros to fill the board until it was filled with carbon copy types of him - wealthy, privileged, white men. It became an elite echelon and they tailored everything to suit their desire, including the unpopular move to close down the employee cafeteria on the 38th floor so that they could make room for their C-level private gym and let off some steam away from the rest of the employees.

Unknown to his bros though, Michael had developed some interesting tastes from his life of privilege. Really it's a textbook case, but when you are wealthy and handsome, people just love to do whatever you say. Workers and women alike yearned to please him, which he took for granted, but that led him to yearn for something else.

Secretly online, he grew bolder. Initially watching humiliation porn and advancing into findom but it all felt a little empty. He wanted more, and he was used to getting what he wanted. Always.

One evening, he got an message that called to him. It was a discreet agency that promised to fulfill fantasies in a way no other could. He got in touch and shared his wildest fantasies and jerked off to the conversation. Typing it all out got him so horny that he released to the thoughts in his mind, after which the desire for humiliation subsided and he went about his normal evening routine.

The following morning, he stirred and began to go about him morning routine. Stepping out of bed, he stood and noticed his surroundings being bigger. He dashed to the bathroom and saw his reflection.

Almost all of his hard-earned muscles had disappeared and he must have lost 30cm in height, but the most shocking part was how foreign he looked. Michael thought people like this were lazy and just chose to be poor, but now look at him!

Realizing what must have happened, he quickly reached for his phone and messaged the contact from last night, pleading for them to switch him back. The response came "But you like it, don't you? Look in the mirror again." And so he did and somehow, it started to turn him on. Another reponse came "Today, you're going to work, but you're going to be a janitor and clean up the mess of your bros while they look down on you. You best get ready. Your clothes are outside on the door step. Oh, and don't touch or use any of your former things. Touching anything - clothes, toiletries, soap - will bring you out in a painful rash. They don't belong to you anymore.

And so Michael shyly opened his door and found some clothes folded on the doorstep. They looked poor quality and too small for him, but he put them on and they fitted remarkably well, albeit a little scratchy. Then, Michael left for the office, taking the bus for the first time in his life. He got hard thinking about how he fitted in and no one suspected him as one of the wealthiest guys in the city.

He spent the day cleaning up the mess of his buddies. Somehow he couldn't quite understand them properly and when he spoke, it came out with a thick accent. One sentence he did understand was one of his bros, Fred, saying "Eurgh, what's he doing on this floor? Those people need to learn to wash!" as he cast a coffee cup aside. Fred looked him right in the eye and didn't recognize him one bit! For the first time, Michael realized just how hot Fred one. He was much taller than him now, built like a bodybuilder and in a perfectly tailored suit and cologne to die for. His arrogance and swagger topped it all off. But damn, he wasn't gay? But the thought of sucking off his bros like this was just so appealing!

With the working day finished, he went to the staff break room and saw himself again for the first time in hours. The hair that kept falling into his face was greasy and his clothes filthy. He lifted up an arm and smelt his pits which were fragrant to say the least.

The day had made him so horny that he ran to the bathroom to jerk off. He pulled out him small brown cock from the surrounding hedge of black hairs and jerked furiously, sniffing his pits and contemplating the whole siutation until he came. He came more furiously than expected and dirtied his tshirt even further. Somehow he liked that. And surely no one would notice...

He went to his locker and whipped out his phone. He messaged and said that he enjoyed his day and was ready to get back to normal from tomorrow. "Oh no, we're just beginning!" came the reply. "Now you're essentially an undocumented worker so you'd best to everything we say."

Over the next days he continued the routine and followed the instructions he had to if he wanted to avoid the authorities. Over time though, he found his former bros less attractive and somehow pale and bland. He started to long for something darker.

As these feelings set in, he was permitted to return to his former home to meet the person who had sent him on this journey. As he opened the door he saw what was for his eyes perfection. He knew that he would worship this man as his superior in every way and devote his life to his service. Despite appearances, the god-like figure in front of him was but a few short weeks ago was just a nerdy fantastist with a laptop and some magic. Now he had taken what was Michael's and made it his own.

First story with AI-generated images.

It had been just over a year since Karl's mysterious disappearance. He was such a positive, kind guy that his unexplained disappearance took everyone by surprise.

His friend John never stopped searching, even after the police did. The pair had been best friends ever since Kindergarten and he knew something just wasn't right and Karl would never have left like this without telling him.

After 12 months of gathering clues, numerous dead-ends and setbacks, he'd finally found a promising lead about something suspicious at the local army base. The following weekend there was a military parade planned, which would be the perfect cover story for him to enter the base and see if he could find Karl or any clues that could lead him to his long lost friend.

After a long week of waiting and planning, he easily passed through the checkpoint as a parade visitor and, when no guards were looking managed to sneak away and headed towards the barracks. According to the intel he received in a chatroom, there was a secret facility where several people seemed to have ended up. Using the route he'd memorized during the week, he made his way to the building in question. The place was deserted - probably due to the parade - but as he peered into the block's gym, he noticed a man with a remarkably recognizable face.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, alerting the attention of the man working out. At that point, John froze. "Karl?! Is that you?!"

The hulk of a man glared back at him for what felt like forever, but was in reality only a few seconds. His gaze lifted and the man replied. "John??? Is that really you? What are you doing here? I mean, how did you find me?" The colossus moved towards John and gave him a hug. Karl was never this tall previously, and certainly 100lbs lighter just one year ago. Karl slightly crushed John as they embraced. Karl was sweaty from working out and some transferred to John, but he didn't mind since he'd finally found his friend!

"I knew you would be here!" replied a relieved John "Look, I'm here to get you out of here. What did they do to you? You look so... different." John examined Karl's body which was unmistakedly that of some gym-obsessed ultra-masculine type - sure Karl did some weights at college, but nothing on this level. He was bigger and taller in every sense.

"You wouldn't believe what they did to me, John. It's crazy here! They took me and performed some top secret program on me called The Augmentation and injected me with stuff and fed me crazy shit and now look at me!" Karl briefly paused. It seemed like he had so much to tell John, but he stopped himself and looked around. "But you're in danger John, if anyone sees you, you might never escape! Let me get changed quickly. okay?" Karl didn't wait for a response. He headed to his bag next to a bench and pulled out some khakis. He stripped in full view of John who got a glimpse of Karl's massive softie swinging between his legs.

"Bro, I can see anything you know" John quipped as he glanced away and held a hand in front of his eyes.

"Sorry bro," Karl laughed "I've not had any privacy for all the time I've been here. There's 11 other guys in my dorm so I guess I gotten used to it." John felt a deep sense of guilt and empathy for Karl and all the things he must have endured. But before he could think much more, Karl was ready again.

His form was certainly incredibly impressive to behold and something only a tiny percentage of bodybuilders would achieve - let alone just in one year. But luckily John could still hear Karl inside that hulk of a body.

"Quick, follow me!" Said Karl and headed to the corridor. Karl scanned each corner before proceeding with military precision, It seems they must have trained him to do just these types of activities. He escorted John downstairs into the basement, continually checking that no one else would see us or question their presence. He opened a door with a key code and led John inside. "Quick, in here!" he hurried John inside.

It was completely dark inside with no natural light. Karl flicked a switch and some harsh, fluorescent strip lights clicked and flashed into life. John looked around and saw six bunk beds with space for 12. "What, is this where you've been living?" Asked John. The smell of body odour, cheap deoderant and well worn boots started to reach his nose. "But Karl, we need to get out of here!"

Karl walked over to what must have been his bunk and took a seat. "But John, who said I wanted to leave here? I didn't say anything about wanting to leave, or not liking it here."

John froze, unable to process what he thought Karl meant.

Karl continued "Didn't you think it was odd that you just stumbled across me all alone in the gym and the place is otherwise conveniently empty? Who do you think told you all those things in the chatroom, eh?" Karl let a wicked grin form on his face.

"Wait, that was you? You tricked me?" John couldn't believe what he was hearing and was scanning the room for ways out.

As John panicked, Karl calmly took out a needle from a drawer and calmly injected himself in the arm with some form of serum. He let out a low groan of pleasure as some sense of tension appeared to be released. " Doctor's orders" he remarked. "Thing is John, I fucking love it here. I mean, look at me? I'm a fucking alpha! The Colonel told me you were causing trouble and gave me the order to capture and detain you. And I was all too happy after I found out you were trying to blow the lid off on us Augments."

John, still struggling to believe what was happening, stuttered "But...but...but...we've been friends since...forever and now you..." John didn't want to finish that thought.

Karl continued talking anyway as he unlaced his boots and made himself comfortable. "Bro, I know I knew you when I was Karl, but that nothing compared to the rebirth I went through with my 11 Augment brothers. It's an unbreakable bond. We have no secrets from each other and nowhere to hide from each other. But what would I want to hide from them anyway?. They taught us how to think and operate exactly the same as each other so we are truly one unbreakable unit. One unbreakable unit." He repeated, almost in a trance. "This is my home now, you know? Ever since My Augmentation started, I loved this place and the simplicity of my purpose and being able to fit everything I own into a dufflebag in case of deployment. Sleeping alone just seems fucking weird somehow haha. I belong with my brothers now." He patted the bedpost with affection, while John couldn't believe that someone could consider this a place worthy of living in. He must have been brainwashed to be some mindless drone that just follows orders, he thought.

Cameron always had a bit of a daddy fetish, but the more he explored it, the more confused he became. At first he met up with other guys, but the reality wasn't what he had fantasized. Then he tried to style himself as the daddy but it kind just felt awkward and forced.

After several months of hopeless searching, he turned to Daddyhunt to see if he could find someone else in the similar situation. There he met Derek who was an older guy, but loved to be treated like a boy by younger guys. They gradually got to know each other and wrote to each other everyday. Eventually, they decided to take things to the next level and agreed to meet.

Their first meeting was a cold and stilted occasion. They'd spent too long talking online and they had completely different impressions of each other that clashed with the reality. They had a great connection, but both felt an awkward dynamic. Derek felt large and cumbersome in comparison to his daddy, and Cameron cared too much about what others thought and how they would misidentify their roles in the relationship. People thinking he was the boy was somehow humilating for him.

The relationship cooled after their first meeting. Perhaps they both just had the wrong impression - it was a fantasy after all. Desperate, Derek researched potential solutions and on a whim, ordered a swap potion. They agreed to meet at Derek's house for a second date and debated the potions long and hard before deciding to give it a try.

Almost instantly, both started feeling nauseous and feverish. That feeling would continue for the rest of the day as their bodies changed. Cameron grew taller, heavier, hairier and his skin lost some elasiticity and gray fleck appeared in his hair and beard. Derek became more slender, thinner, rejuvenated. With both being more or less incapacitated from the changes, they feel asleep in the early evening.

At around 6am Cameron woke up, unable to sleep any longer. His fever has subsided and he stood up to go pee. At the point, he looked down and saw the changes. The floor was much further away and his body covered in dark hair. He walked to the bathroom to pee from his bigger, uncut cock.

He explored his body and fell in love with his new self. He loved the dusting of hair on his torso, but it looked like Derek definitely trimmed it. He was already looking forward to growing out his body hair everywhere. No more shaving for him. Even though it seemed Derek shaved his back hair, for example, Cameron wanted to let himself go, and who knows, maybe even expanding that belly.

He couldn't remember the last time he was voluntarily awake at 6am, but he just wasn't tired anymore. That being said, a feeling of legarthy meant he didn't feel fully awake and found Derek's coffee machine. He wasn't a coffee drinker ordinarily, but thought it might be something Derek would do and fitted to his new daddy self. He slipped a coffee and felt hiy body perking up and more at ease as waited for Derek to stir.

Thinking it through, he soon realized it could take a while since he was never an early riser, so after he finished his coffee, he woke Derek with a kiss.

Derek was feeling sleepy in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time, but welcomed the good morning kiss. The mixture of coffee breath and the beard scratching against his cheeks made him feel warm inside. "Good morning, sleepyhead" said Cameron, the first time hearing the deep powerful voice from his mouth.

The two both felt increasingly at ease in their new bodies, but Cameron had one thing on his mind. His boner would not subside and he needed release. From a cuddling position on the bed, he gently but firmly pushed Derek's heard down to his crotch and Derek got to work. Cameron's deep moans turned them both on. Then, Cameron flipped Derek's smaller body over and began to eat him out. He loved the feeling of his beard scratching against his bare ass cheeks. Before long, his girthy cock was inside his former body and couldn't contain himself as he soon came inside. He definitely had a stronger libido now and probably needed release at least once or twice a day.

Somehow that ejaculation inside Derek cemented something inside them and they both knew that this was here to stay. Derek jerked himself to a finish while carressing Cameron's furry chest.

As they cuddled afterwards, Cameron also told Derek that he needed to shave everything from the ears down today. He felt slightly hypocritical since he had that body until yesterday, so it was his fault. But he wanted Derek to have his body perfect for him. When eating him out, there was some light stubble around his ass that spoiled the experience. He wanted his boy perfectly shaven at all times. Only Daddy should be hairy. Derek replied with "Yes, Daddy" and giggled.

Cameron groomed Derek to be the perfect twink for him. He worked out hard, they threw out all his suits and bought a more appropriate, younger wardrobe. At the same time, Cameron bought himself some tailored suits, shirts, pants and shoes. He wore a shirt most days and generally loved the aura of an older man. Cameron settled into the life of having his boy on hand to take care of him and his cock whenever needed. When he came home, he'd sit in his chair and wait for Derek to come and take off his dress shoes while he sipped a whisky, before fucking or getting sucked. Such was their daily routine. He'd put on a few pounds from the drinking and all the red meat he'd been eating. His doctor told him to cut down and take care of his cholesterol at his age and he got a massive boner right there and then.

Derek meanwhile loved being 20 years younger again. Passers by immediately saw that he was a boy with a daddy fetish and that turned him on so bad. He blossomed and lived care-free with keeping his daddy his only concern. Cameron required him to send him updates multiple times a day and gave him tasks to do, like ordering him to walk around shirtless and show everyone what a twink he was.

Things finally felt right for both of them. For Cameron, it now made sense why things never felt quite right. Now, he felt no attraction whatsoever to other daddys. Lately he'd started wondering if Derek needed a brother too. He went back on the app, this time setting up his profile as a daddy in his 40s and turned himself on with his own arrogance as he wrote up his profile:

Over the following weeks, the changes were slight but noticeable. He met twice a week with his coach and he was taught what he needed to know about maintaining his body, nutrition etc. He'd been given a provisional training plan and he was definitely out a lot more than he used to be and would come back directly from the gym in his gym clothes, still sweaty and all. Wild really because he used to be such a neat freak and was immaculately clean and likely repulsed by the thought of sweat. Now he seems to love his body and taking selfies.

Which reminds me too: I swear that thing is not only rewarding narcissism, purposely distracting him from things. Like he drops his bag down somewhere, or kicks off his shoes then will totally forget about it. It's like he doesn't even see the things lying around anymore. When I mention it to him, he genuinely seems surprised that I am telling him he left some protein shaker near the TV yesterday and it's still there. And anyway his OCD about these things must be being affected because his room is a far stretch from a few weeks ago. He was so neat and everything had a place, but since he was given a load of gymwear in his onboarding, he didn't really have a lot of space so it's either hanging out of drawers or just cast around the floor. Not sure if I'm just imaging the musk from his room or whether it's really there. But again, he seems chill with it.

One thing he said he was struggling with at his regular coaching sessions was sport. Part of the process of his therapy was choosing some characteristics and one was picking which sports he'd like. He told me he'd even asked to skip it, but he just had to choose something. Eventually they chose football for him. Apparently each time he has a session, some time is devoted to learning all he needs to know about football. He says he suddenly becomes hyper-attentive and they force tonnes of knowledge about rules, players, teams and past games into his head. Apparently it's exhausting because when he comes back after those sessions, he's always beat and lies down for a few hours.

Slowly though I can see he's taking an interest, or being conditioned to. For someone who hates sports, he was certainly changing. One evening we went out with friends and he'd keep glancing at the TV screens and losing the conversation. Another time he was totally not present and kept checking his phone every few minutes to check the score. When he saw the other team take the lead he cursed under his breath and looked genuinely frustrated.

As you can imagine, all this change took a lot of his energy. From coaching, to gym to recovery and everything else, it left little time to study. We had mid-terms and he barely scraped a pass. For some reason he was really happy about it? When I asked him what there is to be happy about, the previous straight-A student said something like "Because it's fucking working dude! Like before I'd study and ace it no problem, and even now I tried hard to study and concentrate in the exam. And I honestly did my best and don't know what else I could have done better and I got my first fucking D! I'm really changing bro - the best I can do is a D!" He had a beaming smile as if he'd really accomplished something.

And if you think that's crazy, wait til I tell you about his sex life.

You've been pestering your closest work colleague for months to quit smoking. You hated the smell and your inputs were always well intentioned - you were just looking out for his health.

Apparently he didn't see it that way and he swapped your bodies so you could see it for yourself that it's not as easy as just stopping. The first hour or two were fine, but slowly this feeling started washing over you. Something was missing. You started feeling tense and anxious. Your hands felt empty. Your hands were instinctively reaching to your pockets. You were getting increasingly agitated, which was not like you at all. Your colleague passed you a pack of cigarette. The smell of tobacco felt so inviting. Surely one wouldn't hurt, right?

You lit up and all your tension washed away. The sense of relief almost felt euphoric. You hated yourself for feeling that way, but it was just one cigarette. Going cold turkey would always be hard. Maybe you should slowly reduce the number of cigarettes to help him quit for good.

A few days later and things were not looking good. The urge was too strong and you were paying out money every day for a new packs to satsify your cravings. You were addicted now and just couldn't help yourself. You sat at home contemplating what you'd become, but the more it aggrevated you, the deeper the drags you took. You were smoking like a pro now.

A few weeks ago, my roommate Dylan went through a body swap procedure. Beforehand he was even nerdier than me, and now he's in the body of a jock. The first day he came back was hilarious because he was huge and ripped, but still so goofy and shy and embarrassed of himself somehow. Over the next weeks we both thought he'd grow into it, but actually he just got increasingly anxious and uncomfortable. He said he now felt like an imposter in his own body and he's felt panicky the whole time.

Apparently this type of rejection can happen sometimes so he went back to the clinic and got an additional post-surgery treatment. Part was some therapy sessions on how to embrace his new body, and part was the Chronivac Implant. A small, pill-sized device was implanted just below his ear near to the brain and spinal cord. The device controlled various functions to allow him to adapt more naturally to his body.

When he got back from the clinic he told me all this and said he'd enrolled to the Jock program. He seemed a whole lot more relaxed about the whole thing now. How whole demeanor was different and more calm, which I was glad about.

The first few weeks were interesting. Dylan told me that the Implant rewarded certain behaviors by promoting the release of certain neurotransmitters and blocking others. Clearly it was blocking whatever what making him anxious becuase that seemed to disappear almost overnight. Day by day he started getting more confident too. Instead of wearing baggy clothes, he'd started wearing less and less around the apartment and checking himself out more in the mirrors. Apparently that was something that was being rewarded.

His interests seemed to be evolving too. He told me he was a bit bummed one week because he kept trying to finish off a novel he was reading for a literature class but he was finding it so boring and reading kept giving him a headache and made him anxious now. His therapist (or "coach" as they were termed) said he needed to keep pushing himself to read, but eventually he just gave up with reading altogether because it was just making him feel worse and he was getting to the point where he had to keep re-reading the same bit repeatedly, and even then he couldn't make much sense of it. It seemed he found it harder and harder to concentrate on written text and said, in a somewhat bitter tone, that it made him feel dumb. That implant really did seem to be changing him a lot. And this was just the beginning.

***

Martha walked over to her fiancé Mark who was enjoying the warmth of the sun on his muscular physique. For such a stunning woman, she appeared somewhat bashful as she approached the sun loungers in her bikini.

"Damn, you look stunning babe!" Said Mark to his soon-to-be wife.

"Thanks..." She retorted.

"Come on, don't be like that. Come here, take a seat next to me." Mark patted the vacant space between his legs and invited Martha to sit down. Once sat on the lounger, Mark wrapped a powerful arm around her and gave her a gentle kiss. "This was your idea, remember?"

Martha turned to look Mark in the eye. "I know, I know. But it's not quite what I had imagined. You seem to have settled in almost immediately as an Alpha male. And I just feel like an imposter right now..." The current Martha felt very exposed in her bikini and so fragile in comparison to Mark.

"Well..." said Mark as he gently rubbed a hand against Marta's thigh until he reached her most feminine area. "...maybe I'll just have to show you what it feels like to be a woman." Mark inserted two fingers into Martha and began to pleasure her. She knew exactly what to do, unless Mark previously who often fumbled. Mark's body reacted almost instantly as he began to get hard from the interaction. Martha also let out a soft moan and started to get wet.

Finally having a romantic relationship with Carl was bliss. We kissed and cuddled a lot at first and he loved feeling up my body. We tried sex too, but either he was too tight or I was too big now so it didn't really work. But that was fine. He gives an amazing handjob. And when we weren't being physical, we talked like before and I continued playing video games too.

I guess you could say that was the honeymoon period. I started missing my old life and friends and family. And I wasn't ready for the age difference. I definitely feel it. Sometimes people treat you differently. Other times I'm wide awake at 6am which would NEVER have happened before. And I definitely need to pay attention to what I eat more now. Before I could eat anything and not put on weight, but I noticed I put on a bit of fat from when I initially swapped.

Mentally though I also felt something was different now. I tried to carry on as I had before but it all felt forced somehow. I grew a bit distant to Carl and I started seeing him in a different light. In my heart we were equal souls, but at the same time, it just felt so wrong for someone like him to have an equal say as me. I was clearly the male in the relationship and I felt he should treat me as such. Sometimes I felt this homophobia in me that I tried to surpress, but over time it started to become more of a kink that I wanted to dominate boys.

For the first time in years, I was looking at other men other than Carl. The twinkier the better. He must have noticed I was acting weird because he confronted me. I initially got really defensive and retaliated because I felt he was trying to be better than me, but eventually I calmed down and I told him that I felt I was living a lie and I didn't want to resent him for it. I told him that I still loved him, but I started getting the feeling that he was holding me back from being my true self. It was so confusing for me too, but that's how I really felt. I told him that I wanted to explore my new identity a bit and that I felt he needed to follow what I said more.

I also told him that I was getting increasingly sexually frustrated and that it was his fault for not letting me fuck him. I just felt that I needed to fuck someone all the time and handjobs and blowjobs just weren't enough. I told him he ever needed to let me fuck him or I wanted an open relationship so I could release in some other twinks' holes. I know, I couldn't believe it either. I'd been so blind up until this point. In the past I was blinded by my love for him and I thought he was perfect and faultless and I'd never looked at anyone else. But now I see that the reality is that he needs a strong hand to tell him what's best for him. And his role in a relationship is to make sure his partner is satisfied. And if he can't deliver on that, it's my right to look elsewhere. I just needed the release so bad that I would take any ass at this point. It was all I could think about. The need to dominate.

He looked upset but he was willing to try. It also felt only right that he should listen to what I wanted and the power rush made me hard just thinking about it.

The next day when I came home after work with a few butt plugs and a dildo that I'd bought at the sex store. I came in, gave him a kiss and placed a firm hand on his shoulder. I wanted to make sure he was listening carefully. "I bought you a few things to get yourself ready for me. Can you do that?" I asked, I made sure to sound slightly caring, but also with a hint of 'not taking no for an answer'. He nodded meekly back and took the bag. "Good boy, I'm looking forward to it already." I told him.

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I've never told him because I know I'm not his type, but we've always had a connection. I thought I'd hidden it pretty well, but it seems he'd known all along. We were both pretty much twinks, but Carl had a thing for daddies so I was immediately out of the running. He'd had a crush on Filip for years and managed to learn a remarkable about him despite only watching him from afar. I told him he was wasting his time with his fantasy since he was 100% straight by all accounts, but that didn't stop him creating fake dating accounts as girls to lure him into chatting and sending pics.

When he told me he'd found a way for him to be with him by putting me in his body, it really caught me off guard. Firstly the suggestion of swapping bodies with someone, and secondly I felt so exposed that he knew my true feelings for him. He'd already set up a fake date with Filip to lure him in and he needed me to decide what I wanted to do. It was an impossible decision to make, choosing between my life, and the love of my life. And becoming at least 15 years older in an instant. But, my impulsiveness got the better of me and I said yes!

Thrilled that I agreed to the plan, Carl handed me a vial and told me to swallow it all. He messaged Filip and said 'she' was running late and that 'she' had asked the barman to bring him a drink while he waited. After about 10 minutes, I started to feel really spaced out. The world seemed to slow down and it was hard to keep my eyes open. My blinking got progressively slower and longer, until eventually I closed my eyes for about five seconds. Feeling like I was about to fall asleep, I forced myself awake again, only to notice that I was now in a bar! I looked down at a whiskey glass filled with melting ice and noticed I was wearing a leather jacket too. It must have worked! I got up, settled the tab and went to find my new car. I unlocked it and got in before sending a pic to Carl to show him my new self.

What do you think? Pretty nice huh. I've got a coach that's been helping me a lot too. Well, "had" might be more appropriate soon.

I was pretty out of shape before, ate the wrong things. A classic case. But I was too lazy to change anything. It was just easier to fantasize about swapping bodies and jerking off than actually try and lose weight. I'd fantasized about switching bodies with a hot jock for years but one night while doing my usual things... it just happened!

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't stop admiring myself. And to be honest, it was so hot jerking off to my own reflection in the mirror. I was so hot now, but the thought of going outside was almost enough to give me a panic attack. I had no idea what to do with a body like this! My old body and I started messaging each other and of course I pretended to be as surprised as him. At the same time I also wrote to my Tumblr friends from before that I'd genuinely swapped this time. It took some convincing them, because we did a lot of role playing, but eventually they believed me from the pics I was sending them.

Day one was really something. Jerking off my new cock to my new reflection, flexing the whole time, feeling so light and flexible without my usual extra baggage. And my friends finding me so hot now was an added bonus in our roleplay.

Day Two:

The next morning didn't feel so great. I felt so bloated and had a headache. Probably from the take-out I ordered. I felt like shit. I also felt really anxious for some reason. Like I needed to move. I felt cagey, like I was trapped indoors. So I did something I'd never done before. I went out for a run before breakfast. I think that's what people call fasted cardio? Anyway, I felt a lot better afterwards. Somehow I managed to clear my head a bit, you know?

After I've got home, jerked off to my sweaty reflection and smell and showered, I messaged my old body and told him I needed his help to keep this body in shape. At first he outright refused, but I managed to convince him that if we were ever able to swap back, surely he'd want his body to be in good shape. And that's how we started. He kinda took on the role of being my online coach and helping me with my workout plan, nutrition plan, tracking my macros, and of course, making sure my execution was correct. Of course he knew this body better than anything so he was perfect for the job... and motivated. I told him I needed to know exactly how to be like him so nobody would notice.

He told me what to wear and I headed down to the gym. I did the routine he told me to and showed him how I did the exercises, and he told me how to improve. I started off with "light" weights for this body, which got me some strange looks, but I just had to ignore them for now.

He gave me some really good advice and soon I was feeling more confident. Also, strangely, I really enjoyed it!

Two weeks later:

I'm really getting used to this workout routine! And the feeling is so nice too. I'm sticking with the nutrition plan and taking all my supps and drinking at least 5 liters of water each day. I must look like a proper gym bro now, eating out of boxes all the time, ha!

I asked him how he is doing in my body and he said fine. I said he could try and improve it while he is in there and he replied "Yeah maybe". I still write with my old friends and they told me he is talking with them too now. Apparently he's learning how to roleplay body swaps and possessions now too, which is kinda funny. They also told me that he said he'd gained some weight. Not sure why he kept that from me though.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it! I'm not jerking off in the mirror quite so much anymore - I think I've done it too often now that it's not sooo hot so I started watching some normal porn, which always does the trick ;).

Three months later:

What can I say? My old life seems so far away now. I'm still talking to my old body and he's still coaching me, but I don't know how much longer for. He's taught me everything I need to know about the gym and his life so I feel like I can easily go it alone, and probably do even better without him. It also feels kinda wrong now that I know he's made no progress with my old body and just got lazy. Makes no sense to take fitness advice from some fat slob. I still send him my form clips now and again, but now he just says it's all perfect.

Once he forwarded the clip back to me with "His shoulders are so hot! 🥵 You should steal his body" so I think it's pretty clear what he's doing with the clips now and who he's sending them to. I guess he loves a body swap now... and my body turns him on. Kinda sick when you think about it.

So yeah, this is my life now. Thinking of quiting my job and doing a Personal Trainer qualification. I'd easily be able to do that and get loads of clients. I really wanted to push myself this year so I've also entered a competition but not told my old body. How do you think I'm looking?