Tits And Dicks

I’ve always been intrigued by body swapping, but in a very particular way. I would want to change my body like I do my clothes every day. I wouldn’t want to completely take over their life, but having their body would be fuckin’ nice. In my fantasy, I would still wake up in my bed the next morning, but have the body of someone else. Of course there would be some reality changes as well. For example, all of my clothes are now the perfect size for my new body, and I’ll even get some new clothes to match my new body type. Like if I’m muscular, some of my shirts will become stringer tees, so that I can show off all of my muscles. 

Additionally, the way that I move and speak would be affected by this body swap. I would talk like the person and use the slang that they use too. However, in this fantasy of mine, my personality wouldn’t change at all. I would still be “me,” so to speak, just in a different body and the changes I mentioned above. Reality changes would include the fact that pictures of me still show my new body and that everyone would think that I always looked like this. My dream body would be Oliver Forslin, but all of this is just a fantasy. 

I arrived home one day after coming home from a long day at work. I noticed that there was a package on my front steps. I didn’t remember ordering anything recently, and I do not have one of those automatic shipping things set up. The package was addressed to me when I looked at it, and it was from some company called NuYu, Inc. I brought the package inside and then looked up the company on my phone. Apparently, it was some kind of body swap company that purported to do the swap exactly how I always imagined. It seemed too good to be true, especially since I had never heard of the site before and definitely didn’t order it. 

I never told my body swap fantasies to my family or my friends, so I was still unsure of how it got here. However, I reckoned that trying it out couldn’t hurt. At best, I would live out my greatest fantasy, and if it didn’t work, then it would go in the trash and probably pollute the earth a little bit. I opened up the box and there was a device that sort of looked like an iPhone, but with a handle on the bottom with a lot of different buttons. There was a helpful instruction manual tucked in there, and it was pretty easy to find the person I wanted to swap with. 

There were two options available to be able to swap. You could either find them on social media, or use something that had their DNA. Of course, Oliver Forslin had numerous social media accounts, including many that were open to the public. After confirming that the profile was the correct one and clicking some button combinations, a message appeared on the screen. 

“Congratulations, NuYu user! You have successfully swapped bodies with the person of your liking! Please be warned that the body swap will not take effect until the first time you go into REM sleep. For most individuals, this will be your normal sleep at night. If there are any questions, comments, or concerns, please feel free to reach out to our customer service line.” I would have liked an instantaneous swap, but I didn’t mind that it would take some time, if it even did work. I didn’t know if napping would get me into REM sleep, so I waited until it was actually time to go to bed. 

When I woke up the next morning, I immediately got out of bed and went to the bathroom. I had to piss, of course, but I also wanted to look in the mirror in the bathroom. I was half-expecting to see myself in the mirror, but I couldn’t believe my fuckin’ eyes! I was actually in the body of Oliver fuckin’ Forslin! I still had to piss, so I did that quickly before standing in front of the mirror and admiring my new bodybuilder body. I felt up all of my impressive muscles, cupping my pecs and tracing the outlines of my eight pack of abs. 

I then looked in the mirror as I began flexing my muscles, flashing a double biceps pose first and showing off my impressive guns. I then bounced my pecs for a few seconds before flexing my abs and really making them pop, along with my obliques, which I felt up as well. I then looked down as I shook my legs a couple times to make my hamstrings really pop as well. I spent a few more minutes admiring my impressive body and feeling myself up before deciding on an outfit for the day. 

As I had always imagined, my wardrobe was mostly the same, but a few sizes bigger to match Oliver’s, and now my, new frame. Additionally, some of my shirts had become stringer tees, some of my pants became compression tights, some underwear became compression shorts or jockstraps, and even some of my socks switched brands to Calvin Klein. I tried on several different outfits, combining stuff I already had in my wardrobe with some of the newer options. With this body, anything I wore looked good on me, especially as it was usually snug and showed off my muscles prominently. I decided on a tight shirt to show off my upper body and compression shorts that really made my bulge pop. I didn’t want to be too obscene in public, so I picked a pair of grey sweatpants that didn’t accentuate the bulge too much, and I threw on some socks and sneakers. I was naturally going to show off this body at the gym. Thankfully, the old me had had a membership to one of the local gyms, which as part of the reality change, had transferred over to “Oliver Forslin”. 

However, as I was making my way to the gym, I realized that there would be a slight problem. I knew how to work out, but not on the level of a professional bodybuilder. Since everyone in the gym would likely be staring at me, I couldn’t make a fool of myself. I decided to get a personal trainer for the day, which led to a few awkward conversations, the first one at the front desk. 

“Hello. I’m Oliver Forslin. I’m looking to get a personal trainer for today’s session.”

“Um, sir, are you sure you need one? It’s not included in what you already pay, and honestly, sir, it looks like you don’t need a personal trainer. Fuck, you could be the personal trainer!”

“I would like a personal trainer, please, and it doesn’t matter how much they cost.”

“Um, okay, sir, if you insist.” The receptionist then buzzed over one of the personal trainers on-call. It was a man who was quite muscular, but not to my new size, which led to yet another awkward conversation. 

“This guy needs a personal trainer!? This guy!?” the personal trainer asked, incredulously. 

“Yes,” I said bluntly. “I’m looking for a way to maintain this body, and I’m hoping someone like you can help me to achieve that.”

“Dude, with a body like that, you already know how to fuckin’ work out and shit. I think my services would be of better use elsewhere.”

“I’ll double your rate for our sessions,” I blurted out, desperate to get someone to help to work out. 

“Okay, let’s go then!” Throughout my pretty intense workout session, I heard a lot of snickers and jeers in the background, wondering why someone like me didn’t seem to know how to work out. My personal trainer was surprisingly quite hot, considering he would be getting paid twice his daily rate for our sessions, and since I had a lot of muscle to maintain, I took quite a bit of time in the gym. However, I took it in stride, as most of those men were making comments like that because they only dreamed of having a body like mine. 

After my workout session for the day, I returned back home and opened up Grindr. I was initially excited to have some hot sex in this new body, but then I thought about it some more. Everyone thought that I was Oliver Forslin, and from what they knew about him, Oliver was straight. He didn’t even have an OnlyFans to gaybait his fans. Besides all of that, I wasn’t too comfortable in this body just yet to actually have a hookup. So, I closed the app, despite an influx of messages pouring in, and I decided to jerk off. 

We were bopping to the music and my friends were laughing and talking shit as we floated around with the pulse of everyone else, when I felt a hand on my back, clearly intentional contact. It only lasted a second though, and there were so many people around me I had no way of knowing whose it was, so I ignored it.

Next thing I know, my best friend Kyle is behind me, with his arms gently wrapped around my waist, and his hands travelling lower towards my shorts. As I got ready to turn around and question him, he whispered in my ear,

“Don’t turn around, just act natural and let it happen bro.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was just the rush of the moment, but I obeyed, and he slipped his hands down my shorts, grabbing a firm hold on my dick, which, to my surprise was almost immediately rock hard. The way we were all bobbing in the water meant his boner was now rubbing against my ass through our shorts and I could feel his muscly chest pressed up to my back. It was the most unsettlingly comforting feeling I’d ever experienced.

I continued to look straight ahead, trying to focus on what my other friends were talking about, but that was rather difficult when your best friend is stroking you with one hand and stripping you with the other. My shorts slowly drifted down my legs and off into the abyss of the pool. He must have done the same to his because suddenly I could feel his bare dick against my skin and it sent shivers down my spine.

This fucker had his dick against my ass, his hands around my cock, and he was still talking to our friends like nothing was happening! I couldn’t believe it, but I also didn’t want it to stop. I had never felt my body tingle so much as it was now.

Without warning, I felt him push his dick up to my asshole, and I could feel myself stretch to allow him inside. It hurt like HELL. I had to clench my fist to keep myself from screaming, but he kept pushing and then with a pop he was all the way inside me and I nearly blacked out from the intense pleasure I got from his fat cock pressing against my insides like this. Surrounded by other people completely unaware that I was getting cored out by my best friend.

He let out a muffled moan as he started to pump away, matching the beat of the song blasting from the speakers only feet away. I could hardly hear the music though over the throbbing in my ears from every time he hit my prostate. This was the first time I’d ever felt a man inside me and it was amazing! While he fucked me he was stroking me vigorously, and I could already feel myself getting close. Was he really going to go all the way like this right here?

“I’m gonna cum inside you right now bro, get ready.”

That put me over the edge. He was jerking me just perfectly in rhythm with his thrusts, and I came harder than I ever had before, but he didn’t stop stroking me, and I started to convulse in pleasure as my head was so sensitive post-nut, and he was wringing it out harder and faster, my cum giving him even more to play with on my skin. Then, I felt it: the final shove. He pushed himself even further inside me and unloaded. I felt every pump of his warm cum shoot its way out of his throbbing cock, and I felt him shake from the orgasm. I never wanted it to stop.

After a few moments of us floating there, still completely unnoticed, him still inside me, Kyle whispered,

“Let’s go inside and find a room, I want you to do that to me now.”

I felt myself go hard all over again. Without turning around, I nodded my head in the affirmative, and I felt him slip out of me. He ducked under the surface for a moment, then came back up with both our shorts. We slipped them on and excused ourselves from our friends, and made our way out of the pool, across the yard, and into the house.

I had never been to this house before, and it was completely dark inside. The music same was playing on the house’s surround sound system, and there seemed to be speakers on full volume in every room; however, the house itself was completely empty. Kyle led me through the vast kitchen, into the hallway, up some stairs, and into the first bedroom. This room was huge and had windows looking down onto the pool below. Off to the side there was a private bath as well.

He pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me, and kissed me for the first time. I don’t know why, but even after all that just happened in the pool, I wasn’t expecting this. It felt so good though, and I didn’t stop him. He ripped my shorts off again, and slipped his way out of his own, and pressed our hard dicks together, stroking them slowly and firmly. I let out a small whimper of excitement as his tongue explored the insides of my mouth. I could smell the sweat on his skin mixed with the salt water from the pool.

“You wanna fuck me now or what?”

I again nodded my head, and he scooted up further, straddling my torso as he lined my throbbing cock up with his hole, and sat down. Now I’ve fucked many girls in my day, but not any one of them compared to what I felt the moment I slipped inside my best friend’s ass. It was so warm and tight, and I could feel his muscles contract around me. I couldn’t help it, I moaned so loudly. He started to ride me, jerking himself off with one hand, and feeling my body with the other. He kept kissing me, too, which was absolutely euphoric.

“I want you to cum inside me this time.”

I grunted in approval as I could feel myself once again getting close, the sensation completely overwhelming and out of this world.

He kissed me so tenderly as I climaxed, this one feeling even better than the one in the pool. I shot my cum deep inside my friend, and I knew in that moment our relationship has completely transformed. There was absolutely no going back now.

When I had caught my breath, Kyle climbed off me and took my hand and pulled me off the bed and led me to the bathroom. The shower was massive and cavernous. He closed the door behind us and locked it, before pushing me backwards into the shower and pinning me up against the cold tile wall, my arms stretched out above me, and his tongue once again buried in my throat.

He ground up against me, our dicks still hard and rubbing together, and then he turned me around, used his foot to spread my legs apart, and without any sense of gentleness he shoved his dick back up inside me, which caused me to scream in surprise and pleasure. He was huge, I’m not joking. It was so fucking awesome. He fucked me again, and came inside me for the second time that night. Afterwards we showered together, making out and touching each other all over, before going back down and joining the party. Our friends never questioned it.

Since that first time at the classroom we met several other times. Sometimes, during a break time between classes we went to the Janitor’s room or other empty room for him to give me a quick - but much needed- pec and nipple play.