Huh??

With a flicker of satisfaction burning in his eyes, Luke marveled at the exquisite masculine form that was now his. His hand traced over the hard slabs of muscle that made up his new chest, fingers slipping into the grooves of each perfectly chiseled pectoral. He felt a rush of raw power surge through him—a virile energy he'd never possessed before. He reveled in the feeling of taking control of such a powerful vessel. His recent conquest, this hot Daddy, was now him—his skin, his bones, his muscles. The feel of his thick muscular arms and broad chest felt alien yet thrilling, underlining the tantalizing possibilities this bold transformation offered.

A devilish smirk spread across his ruggedly handsome face, with its coarse beard that seemed to hold on to residual pheromones from their passionate encounter the previous evening. As images of last night flickered through Luke's mind, he could practically taste the sinful flavor of dominance he had experienced as a bottom. Now possessing the body that dominated him, the tables were enticingly turned.

His fingers trailed down his hard abs, feeling each mountainous ridge beneath them; it sent intoxicating shivers up his spine that electrified every nerve in his body. Heat radiated off his skin as if he’d been just been branded with sexual prowess. The lustful energy pooling deep within was like molten lava ready to erupt at will, making him squirm with anticipation.

"Fuck, I'm one hot Daddy."

Luke let the words roll thickly off his tongue, letting them simmer in the air around him. With this chiseled physique and a pulsating energy coursing through his veins, he felt dominant and ready to take charge in any situation. His self-admiration was interrupted by an urgent need throbbing between his legs. Stirred by fantasies of conquest and gratification, Luke's impressive member stood rigid and ready for action. The engorged beast demanded to be satiated and it painted vivid pictures in Luke's mind – lusty scenes of sexual exploration with gorgeous young men surrendering willingly under him.

"Now I'm the top," Luke whispered lasciviously while stroking his thick shaft gently, feeling an intoxicating wave of pleasure pulse through him. Hearing himself speak with a voice so richly seeped in sexual prowess elicited another strong throb from his cock and Luke groaned in sexual frustration. "God, I need a willing ass to fuck."

There was a man named Louis who salesman in his late 20s. He lived in an apartment with three other roommate. Louis had pretty excellent skill as a sales person and knew how to play the role, but Louis had another skill, he knew how to possess others and be in their bodies.

One day, Louis was burned from work and he had a good amount of time off. He wanted to do something fun and interesting, a sort of new experience that he’s hasn’t tried yet. That’s when it hit him.

Louis is a gay man and at times went to gay bars, but he was the only one of his friends that was fully gay, some were bi-curious, but they haven’t explored that side of themselves yet.

So he thought to possess his roommates not only for fun, but to help to explore that side of themselves, even if it’s unconsciously. After all, what better way to experience sex with men than with your gay friends possessing you.

The roommates in the house were all sleeping, it was a chilled day for the most part and wanted to just relax. This was the opportunity that Louis exploited cause they wouldn’t see him coming and he was determined.

One of his roommates Matt, was a womanizer who had women at the house every other day and had relationships with them sometimes. Now Matt was finishing a shower, the restroom lights were off, the steam filled the bathroom and even moreso in a shower box. Louis planned it perfectly and just needed to be fast in acting before he could register. The thrill of this excited him, the risk and anticipation. Matt grabbed his towel to put on and walk out the shower. Seeing an opportunity, Louis catching him off guard tackled him to the ground. While he was disoriented from slipping his feet and hitting head to the ground, Louis turned Matt over, removed the towel and begins to strip naked and grabbed his hairy ass cheeks and started licking his glory hole. Despite being in and out of consciousness, he still moaned in pleasure. After making it easy to slip in, he then got on top and begin inserting his cock in Matt cunt, thirsting in and out till he cums in. As this happens he is sucked into Matt’s asshole and begin aline himself into Matt’s body.

After inserting his cock into Matt’s cock, he then pop his head into Matt’s head and gain full control of his body.

Louis tested this by sniffing Matt’s pitts to smell. He then went to the mirror and flex.

Oh yea, I’m in control of this lean beast, said Louis in Matt’s voice.

Don’t worry Matt, I’m going take good care of you and show you the official hands on experience of gay sex by yours truly. We will start off with a twink and I know a pretty good one for us.

There was this twink named Cody, he had slim lean and youthful features. He was gay and liked to have sex with other hairy man. It was his lucky day because a new member came in the crowd, Matt.

After setting up a grindr for Matt, it wasn’t long before he connected with Cody. Matt and Cody conversated and agreed to meet up in a hotel.

Hours passed and they finally met up. As soon as they meet, a fire was lit and they started to makeout with Matt being the initiator by proceeding to lift Cody off the ground kissing his as to discover the depth of Cody mouth.

Once it got to the bed, they strip of their clothing down to nothing and took it to the next level. Matt started playfully pushing Cody to the bed and jumping on top of the bed and crawling to him like a cat slowly moving till he is on top of Cody.

“Aunt Tammy suggested that I come out here and check on you,” I lied, for I secretly loved being in his testosterone-laden orbit, soaking up his toxic masculinity.

“I thought you two were baking cookies?” Travis asked, his voice emphasizing the last word in a mocking falsetto.

“We finished the cookies—chocolate chip, your favorite,” I reported. “Aunt Tammy left a plate of them in the kitchen for you. She’s taking a nap now.”

An awkward silence filled the workshop as Uncle Travis held me in his gaze, his arms folded across his muscular, hairy chest with his cigar gripped firmly between his teeth.

“Can I—can I try your cigar?” I stammered, breaking the silence.

“Sorry, boy. Cigars are for men,” he smirked, adjusting his package.

“But I’m eighteen now,” I protested, puffing out my chest. “I’m a man.”

“You might be eighteen—but you sure ain’t a man,” he laughed in a cloud of smoke.

“Please. I just want to try one puff,” I pleaded, my eyes traveling over his beefy, hairy body and lingering on the bulge in his shorts. Christ, I wanted his cock—and he knew it.

“You want something to smoke, boy?” he asked tauntingly, reaching into his shorts and pulling out his thick, hairy eight-incher. “Then why don’t you smoke this?”

Instinctively, I dropped to my knees and took his fat cock down my throat as he grabbed the back of my head. His pubes, mashed against my nose, gave off a heady aroma with notes of sweat, musk, and tobacco.

“Watch your fuckin’ teeth,” he admonished in another puff of smoke as I stretched my jaw, straining to deep throat him. I’d never sucked a cock with such girth. “You like this big cock, boy?” he asked.

“Mmm—hmpft,” I attempted to vocalize with a nod, unable to speak while he face fucked me.

“How bout you take it up the ass for me?” he suggested, pushing me off his cock and placing his cigar on the edge of his work table. “Bend over my cot over there,” he gestured to one corner as I pulled down my shorts and positioned myself against the old army cot.

“Fuck me,” I begged while he knelt behind me and spat upon his cock. “Fuck me with that big cock.”

“Damn, you gotta tight cunt,” he marveled, pushing into me from behind with his thick cock, barely lubricated with spit. The pain was excruciating. I wanted to scream my head off, but knew that my uncle expected me to take it like a man.

With his left hand pressing my face into the musty cot, Uncle Travis raised my ass with his right hand, pushing deeper into me. “This is how I like to fuck sissy boys like you,” he grunted, pummeling my hole.

My brain turned to Jell-O as Uncle Travis proceeded to destroy my hole. His persistent assault on my ass might have been ten minutes or possibly an hour. In a trance-like state, I lost all sense of time and place as my body morphed into an empty vessel for his pleasure. A low, primal growl finally snapped me back to reality.

“FUUUCK,” he barked, his body convulsing as a flood of warmth filled me from within. “Yeah, take this fuckin’ nut,” he bellowed, his balls emptying inside me. Collapsing with all his weight upon me, pushing me into the cot, I struggled to breath until he finally pulled out of me.

“Pull up your shorts,” Uncle Travis barked as he did the same, stuffing his wet cock back into his shorts. I quickly fumbled to hoist up my shorts over my used ass, my gaping hole leaking his seed.

His cigar was still on the edge of the work table, a wisp of smoke rising from it and dancing toward the ceiling. With Uncle Travis watching me, I reached for the cigar and took a long drag—exactly when my aunt walked into the workshop with the plate of chocolate chip cookies.

“What the hell, Travis?” Aunt Tammy cried out incredulously, nearly dropping the cookies as I coughed out a cloud of smoke. “The boy shouldn’t be smoking your cigars.”

“Pipe down, Tammy,” admonished Uncle Travis. “The boy is a man now,” he winked in my direction. “I’ve decided he’s gonna sleep out here in the workshop with me for the rest of his visit. Make yourself useful and see if you can round up a sleeping bag for him.”

“Yes, Travis,” answered Aunt Tammy, fixing me with a knowing, icy stare.

Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.

The nightly fucks in the window started as soon as Todd and Bruce had moved into the house next to my parents and me. Their bedroom window aligned perfectly with my own, giving me a front row ticket to the hottest porn show in town. I didn’t dare tell my parents, as my dad didn’t hesitate to complain when a couple of faggots moved next door—his words, not mine.

I was transfixed the first time I watched the neighbors fucking, the two guys oblivious to my presence next door. Sure, I had fucked an impressive share of girls by that point in my life. But my sexual experiences paled in comparison to the raw, animalistic passion that I witnessed through Todd and Bruce’s window each night. I couldn’t look away, often jacking myself along with them. It wasn’t long before I got caught. 

“Did you enjoy the show last night, Carter?” Todd approached me one afternoon as I mowed the front lawn, my hairy chest flecked with grass clippings. “You know that I can see you through the window just as easily as you can see me.”

“I—I’m sorry,” I stammered, mortified that Todd had caught me spying on them. “I honestly didn’t mean to—”

“Bullshit,” Todd interrupted. “You could have looked away, Carter. Instead, you watched our every move, rubbing out your load to our fuckfest.”

“It—it won’t happen again,” I assured Todd. “I promise that I won’t watch you two fucking anymore.”

“Damn straight you won’t be watching us anymore,” Todd crossed his arms over his meaty chest. “Because tonight we’d like you to come join us.”

“Wait—? What—?”

“You heard me,” Todd laughed. “Sure, Bruce and I love being watched, but it would be a lot more fun for all involved if you came over and pounded your load into Bruce’s ass instead of a wad of Kleenex. Plus, I love to be cucked.”

“But, I’ve never—”

“Fucked a guy?” Todd finished my thought. “You’re eighteen now, Carter. You’re a full grown man,” he looked down at my bulging crotch. “It’s about time you learned to fuck like a grown man. I’ll leave our front door unlocked for you tonight. Feel free to drop by and drop a load once the party has started. You won’t regret it once you’re balls deep in Bruce’s tight ass.”

I spent the rest of the day in a state of internal flux, a battle raging in my brain. I wasn’t gay. I liked girls. I loved pussy. But the intoxicating temptation of gay sex was undeniable. Todd and Bruce had lured me into their trap, promising unbridled pleasures within their bed, and I was powerless to resist.  

The show that night began like clockwork, Bruce on all fours upon the bed, Todd railing his ass from behind. I watched from the window, waiting for my cue. And then Todd looked up at me through the window, his eyes beckoning me to join them. Game on. 

Before I could resist, before I could talk myself out of entering the enticing world of man-on-man sex, I sprinted next door. Their front door was unlocked, as Todd promised. I was soon climbing the stairs to their bedroom, the moans and grunts of animal passion growing louder with each step. I could smell sex in the air. 

“Breed my ass,” Bruce was moaning as I entered the room, the sound of skin slapping skin echoing off the bedroom walls as Todd pummeled his hole. “Yeah—seed my ass with that big dick,” he pleaded. 

“You’re about to get it,” Todd replied, his hands digging into Bruce’s hips, his cock a piston inside his boyfriend’s bowels. “OH FUCK,” he barked, on the precipice of orgasm. “Here it comes—FUCK—SHIT.”

Todd threw back his head, his body convulsing as his cock discharged inside of Bruce. He held still, his breathing returning to normal as his balls reached empty. Suddenly aware of  my presence, Todd turned his face back to me, giving a wink as a lecherous smile spread across his face. 

“We’ve got a visitor,” Todd announced to Bruce, pulling out of his boyfriend, his pearly load dripping from that freshly-seeded hole. “Carter is here to fuck your ass.”

“Todd said you would come,” Bruce turned his face back towards me. “Drop them shorts, Carter,” he ordered. “I love getting railed by a young stud like you.”

Following orders, I pulled off my shorts, my thick, eight-incher rock hard and leaking precum. Todd climbed off the bed, giving me a clear path to Bruce’s eagerly awaiting cunt. 

“Just shove it in him,” Todd instructed as I climbed upon the bed, positioning myself behind Bruce. “I’ve got his cunt good and ready for you.”

“Fuuuuuck,” I exhaled, my big dick sliding effortlessly into the warmest, wettest hole that I had ever experienced. Pure bliss. 

“Damn, you’re thick for such a young guy,” Bruce marveled as he began to rock back and forth on my big one, fucking himself with my rod like a wall-mounted dildo. “Mmm, this big dick feels so good in my wet pussy,” he moaned as he twerked upon it. 

“Don’t let him do all the work, Carter,” Todd was suddenly in my ear, his hands on my shoulders like a coach giving me a pep talk before a match. “I want you to wreck his cunt—show him what you’ve got.”

Wanting to impress my hosts, I moved my hands to Bruce’s muscular shoulders. Digging into his flesh, I unleashed a brutal assault on his cunt. With rapid intensity, I pummeled his quivering cunt, showing no mercy. Never before had I fucked with such savage fervor. And to my delight, Bruce wasn’t just taking it like a man, he was fucking loving it. 

“Yeah—fuck me with that big dick,” he begged, dropping his upper body into the mattress, thereby raising his ass. I slid deeper into Bruce, my big cock battering his inner-sphincter. “You’re getting me so good,” he moaned. 

“Make him cum, Carter,” Todd was behind me once more, his breath hot at my ear. “Get that bitch to cum with you.”

Following orders, I tapped into my inner-strength and proceeded to jackhammer the living shit out of Bruce. I was pulverizing his cunt, my big cock a battering ram in his bowels. And then I felt it—his sphincter clamping around the base of my shaft, his fuck canal pulsing around my cock. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Bruce warned, suddenly pushing himself upwards on his muscular arms, his untouched cock spraying the bed with his thick load. 

“Yeah, baby,” Todd cheered from the sidelines. “Shoot your load with that hung boy’s dick up your ass. Fucking let it all out.”

I could feel every wave of Bruce’s orgasm from within, his body rhythmically gripping my cock, effectively jerking me off inside his fuck canal. There was no holding back. I needed to bust.

“FUCK,” I barked urgently, cum rising in my swelling shaft. “I’m gonna—I’m gonna—HOLY FUCK—SHIT—Yeah, take my fuckin’ nut—FUCK.”

“That’s it—breed his ass,” Todd was in my ear again, massaging my shoulders as I dumped my load into his slutty boyfriend, my cum spewing into Bruce’s sloppy void. “Fucking cream his cunt, Carter.”

Drained of energy, my balls depleted, I collapsed upon Bruce, our sweaty bodies crashing into the mattress. I could have fallen asleep like that, my cock still buried in that warm hole, but Todd had other plans. 

“Move over, Carter,” Todd pushed me off Bruce, my spent cock popping out of that cummy hole with a wet thwack. I rolled over onto the bed and watched as Todd mounted Bruce once more. 

For the next two hours, Todd and I took turns at Bruce’s cunt, dumping load after load into that greedy hole. The event was not just my first time having gay sex—it was the best sex that I had ever had, thanks to my neighbors Todd and Bruce. 

I eventually returned home in the wee hours of the morning. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom on weak legs, I eagerly awaited the bliss of a deep, post-coital slumber. Instead, I found my dad sitting upon my bed with a tumbler of scotch in his hand. Fuck. 

“You gonna tell me where you’ve been all night, Carter?” Dad demanded with boozy breath. “Your mother thought she heard a noise and, when I came to investigate, you weren’t in your bed.”

“I—I couldn’t sleep,” I lied. “So, I went for a walk.”

“A walk to the house next door?” Dad gestured to Todd and Bruce’s window, the ice clinking in his glass. “Yeah, I saw you through the window with those two guys—those faggots.”

“Dad—don’t be mad,” I began, my voice panicked. “It’s really not what you think. I’m not actually—”

“Was it any good?” Dad cut me off. “That gay guy’s ass—was it any good? Was it better than pussy?”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “It was way better than pussy.”

“Fair enough,” Dad stood up and downed the remainder of his scotch. “You think you’ll go back there tomorrow night, Carter? Fuck that guy’s ass again?”

“Yeah,” I admitted. “Todd and Bruce said I’m welcome to come back as often as I want.”

“Good,” Dad placed his strong hand upon my shoulder. “Just be sure to bring me along next time. I’d like to fuck the shit outta that cock slut with you. It’s not like my big cock is getting any action from your frigid mother.”

I woke up to the sound of the dorm shower shutting off and the heavy, wet footsteps of my roommate crossing the room.

Reece.

Even the name still sent a dark little thrill through me every single morning.

He stepped into the main room still dripping, curly brown hair plastered in messy, damp ringlets across his forehead, that signature half-smirk already tugging at his full lips like he knew exactly how ridiculous he looked and didn’t give a single fuck. Water and sweat mixed on his skin, turning it into a glossy, golden map of muscle. Those heavy pecs rose and fell with each breath, the deep cleft between them shiny and inviting, dark nipples still tight from the cold water. His abs flexed and rippled as he towel-dried his hair, every ridge and cut standing out in sharp relief. The towel hung dangerously low on his hips, the thick root of his cock just barely hidden, the heavy bulge shifting with every step.

“Morning, nerd,” he rumbled in that deep, post-sleep baritone, voice still rough from sleep and the way he’d probably been moaning my name into his pillow an hour earlier. He caught me staring and flexed one arm lazily, watching the bicep peak and the veins stand out along his forearm. A bead of water traced down the curve of his pec, caught on the nipple, and dropped onto the floor. “You gonna keep eye-fucking me or you actually getting up today?”

I grinned, cock already thickening under the sheets. “What? I'm just appreciating the view. You look like you got run over by the protein truck again.”

Reece laughed, low and easy, and turned to grab his gym bag. The motion made those massive lats flare and that perfect bubble ass flex under the towel. He had no idea. No clue that a week ago he’d been my balding, beer-gutted, ranting homophobic father. No memory of the slurs, the lectures, the way he used to sneer at anything that wasn’t “normal.” All of that had been scrubbed clean by Chronivac.

Now he was Reece—my 22-year-old, 6'2", 225-pound bi jock roommate who thought we’d been sharing this dorm since freshman year. And he was mine in every way that mattered.

I waited until he left for his morning lift before I pulled out my phone and opened the app again. The interface glowed softly.

Target locked: Reece.

Status: Oblivious.

Reality stable.

I scrolled through the categories I’d already tweaked and felt my cock twitch at the memory of how it had all started.

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What happened exactly? It had been last Friday night.

My dad—Robert—had shown up at the dorm unannounced, same sour expression, same gut straining against his polo, same receding hair and judgmental eyes. He’d taken one look at the rainbow flag sticker on my laptop and launched into the usual bullshit about “real men” and “phases” and how I needed to “fix my shit before it’s too late.”

I’d smiled, nodded, offered him the pull-out couch, and waited until he passed out drunk on cheap beer and self-righteousness.

Then I opened Chronivac.

I’d set the parameters with shaking hands and a throbbing dick.

Name: Reece Thompson.

Age: 22.

Height: 6'2".

Weight: 225 lbs.

Body Type: Competition-ready jock, low body fat, maximal muscle density, tanned skin, thick curly brown hair, handsome face with natural smirk.

I’d spent a long time on the body sliders.

Shoulders: +40%.

Chest: +65% — heavy, rounded, deep cleavage, sensitive nipples.

Arms: 19-inch biceps, thick vascular forearms.

Abs: deep-cut 8-pack with sharp obliques.

Legs: tree-trunk quads, diamond calves, and an ass that would make grown men cry.

I previewed it and nearly came in my sweats at the render.

Cock & Balls: 8.5 inches soft, 10.5 hard, thick as a wrist, heavy low-hanging balls, constant precum production, high sensitivity, refractory period near zero.

Ass: Plump muscular bubble, tight when flexed but soft and greedy when relaxed, prostate hypersensitive.

Libido: Maximum. Always horny. Leaks easily. Gets hard from flexing, from being watched, from my voice.

Personality: Cocky, outgoing, gym-obsessed jock bro. Openly bisexual. Flirty with everyone. Secretly submissive and eager to please only around me—his “nerd roommate.” High confidence, zero homophobia, zero shame.

Awareness: Off. Full reality rewrite enabled.

Apply – Gradual Over 90 Minutes.

I hit that button. Then I sat in the dark and watched my father become my perfect roommate.

It started in his face. The snoring stopped for a second as the skin smoothed. Deep lines around his eyes and mouth faded like they’d never existed. His receding hairline surged forward, strands thickening, darkening, curling into those messy brown waves that now framed Reece’s face so perfectly. His jaw cracked softly and squared out, stubble reshaping into the light, sexy scruff that suited him. His lips parted on a sleepy sigh and settled into that permanent half-smirk. Even unconscious, he looked cocky and fuckable.

His neck thickened next, cords standing out, Adam’s apple more pronounced. When he mumbled something in his sleep it already sounded deeper, smoother, younger.

The chest was the part that made me pull my cock out and start stroking slow and tight.

Under the old polo, his soft tits began to swell. The fabric stretched with a quiet creak. I watched the shape change—fat melting, muscle packing on in heavy, rounded slabs. His nipples pushed outward, darkening, growing sensitive enough that even in sleep one hand drifted up and rubbed across the new chest. The polo rode higher and higher as the pecs inflated, the deep valley between them forming right before my eyes. Throb… pulse… stretch… I could almost hear the tissues remolding. By the time the changes slowed, two heavy, meaty pecs strained the fabric, the outline of those fat nipples obvious. A bead of sweat already glistened in the new cleavage.

His gut followed, shrinking fast. The beer belly caved in with wet, sucking sounds I felt more than heard. Skin tightened. Muscle carved itself into existence—first the top row of abs, then the lower ones, deep cuts appearing between each block until an 8-pack sat where the paunch had been. His waist pulled in, creating that sharp V that arrowed straight down to his crotch. The polo was now comically tight, seams popping one by one with tiny pop-pop sounds as his lats and chest kept growing.

Shoulders broadened with dull cracks, delts capping, traps rising. His arms inflated like someone was pumping air into them. Biceps rounded and split, veins rising to the surface in thick ropes. The sleeves of the polo shredded at the seams with satisfying rrriip sounds. He shifted in his sleep, one new massive arm flopping over the edge of the couch, and I had to bite my knuckle to keep from moaning out loud.

Lower body next. His legs lengthened slightly as height adjusted, then packed with muscle. Quads swelled against his pants until the fabric stretched shiny and thin. Calves hardened into diamonds. And that ass—fuck, that ass. It rose and rounded, cheeks firming and lifting into two perfect, muscular globes that pushed the seat of his pants to the absolute limit. Stretch… swell… clench… I watched the fabric ride up between the cheeks as they grew. He was going to have the kind of ass that looked obscene in anything he wore.

The crotch was last and the best. Even asleep, his body knew what was happening. His cock began to lengthen down one thigh, thickening visibly, the bulge growing and shifting. Throb… pulse… thicken… The head pushed against the fabric, forming a clear outline. His balls swelled into heavy, churning orbs that made the fabric tent. Almost immediately the high libido kicked in—dark wet spot blooming at the tip of the bulge as precum started soaking through. His hips twitched. A low, unconscious groan left his new deeper voice. I stroked myself faster, matching the rhythm of his growing cock.

Over the next hour the changes refined. Skin tone warmed and tanned. A light dusting of hair appeared across the new pecs and abs, just enough to catch sweat and make everything glisten. The old clothes morphed—polo and pants becoming a tight black tank and gray gym shorts that barely contained the new body. When he finally stirred and sat up, stretching those massive arms overhead, pecs bouncing and flexing, he looked exactly like the man now living in my dorm.

“Shit, I crashed hard,” he said in that new voice, rubbing his face. The smirk appeared naturally. “Did you just let me sleep on the couch like a fucking animal, bro?”

I played it cool even though my cock was still leaking in my hand under the blanket. “You looked comfortable. Rough night?”

He stood, and the new body moved like it had always belonged to him. Shoulders rolling, pecs shifting, that heavy cock swinging in the loose shorts. “Nah. Just lifted late. You know how it is.” He scratched his abs absently, fingers tracing the new cuts. “Gonna shower. You need anything before I head out?”

I shook my head, watching the way his ass flexed as he walked away. The reality rewrite had already settled. In his mind we’d been roommates since freshman. My dad had “taken a job out of state.” No one questioned it. No one remembered the old version except me.

And I made sure to enjoy every second of the new one.

Over the next few days I made small, delicious adjustments while he was awake and oblivious.

Tuesday afternoon he was in the middle of push-ups on the dorm floor, tank top soaked through, curly hair falling into his eyes. I sat at my desk pretending to study and opened Chronivac.

Chest size +8%.

Nipple sensitivity +20%.

Apply gradual.

I watched as Reece's pecs swell right there on the floor. Each rep made them bounce heavier, fuller. The tank stretched tighter. His nipples, already sensitive from the first round of changes, darkened and pebbled visibly against the fabric. He grunted through the set, sweat dripping from his chin onto the deep cleavage.

“Fuck, pump’s insane today,” he panted, completely unaware that every rep was making his chest grow. By the time he finished, those pecs were noticeably heavier, the tank looking painted on. He stood up, rolled his shoulders, and caught me staring. “What? You like the pump too, nerd?”

I swallowed. “Yeah. Looks good on you.”

He grinned that cocky grin and flexed both arms, then bounced his pecs deliberately. “These bad boys? Been growing like crazy lately. Must be the new protein shake.” He stepped closer, still breathing hard, musk rolling off him in waves. “You can feel these milkers if you want. Spotter’s privilege or whatever.”

Fuck yeah, I want it.

I reached out and ran both hands over the hot, sweat-slick juicy muscle. They were so full now, so heavy, bulging under my fingers. When I brushed his nipples he let out a soft, surprised nnnghhh and his cock twitched visibly in his shorts. A tiny wet spot appeared at the tip. He didn’t even seem to notice.

“Sensitive today,” he muttered, but he didn’t pull away. If anything he leaned into my touch, eyes half-lidded. That submissive streak I’d programmed was already showing. “Feels… good when you do it, though.”

I squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter. “Yeah? Maybe I should spot you more often.”

He laughed, low and breathy. “You know what, maybe you should.”

By Thursday I’d added more. Bigger balls. Higher cum volume. Ass sensitivity cranked. And a little extra spice, whenever he was around me and horny, he’d start leaking steadily without realizing it. Reality made sure no one else noticed the wet spots or the constant bulge. Only I got to see how desperate he really was.

That night he came back from the gym looking like a hot mess—curly hair damp, skin glistening, chest pumped and shiny, that smirk in full effect. He dropped his bag, peeled the soaked tank off with a wet schlick, and tossed it aside. Those heavy pecs bounced free, nipples tight and dark. Sweat ran in rivulets down the deep cleft and over the carved abs. He caught me looking and didn’t even pretend to be shy.

“Shower’s all yours if you want it,” he said, but he didn’t move toward the bathroom. Instead he stepped closer, still in those low gym shorts that clung to his thick thighs and the massive, half-hard bulge. The wet spot at the tip was obvious now, fabric dark and clinging to the fat head of his cock. “Or… you could help me cool down first.”

I stood up. My own cock was already rock hard. “How do you want me to help, Reece?”

"Hmmmm, I don't know," He licked his lips, eyes flicking down to my bulge and back up. The cocky jock mask slipped just enough to show the hunger underneath. “Been thinking about your hands on me all day. That spot you gave me the other night? Fuckkkk. Couldn’t stop replaying it.” He reached down and adjusted himself, the thick length shifting heavily. A fresh bead of precum soaked through. “You make me so fucking hard lately, bro. Is that weird?”

I stepped in until our bodies almost touched. The heat rolling off him was incredible. “Not weird at all. I like it. You like it.”

His breath hitched when I ran my palms up his sweat-slick chest, thumbs circling those sensitive nipples. He groaned—deep, needy—and his cock jumped, another pulse of precum darkening the shorts even more. “Nngh—fuck, you're right, nerd. I like your hands…”

I leaned in and licked a stripe up the center of his chest, tasting salt and musk and pure jock. He shuddered, one big hand coming up to grip the back of my neck, not pushing me away but holding me there. I sucked one nipple into my mouth and he actually whimpered, hips bucking forward so that massive bulge pressed against my stomach.

“Bed,” I murmured against his skin. “Now.”

He went willingly, that big body dropping onto the mattress like he’d been waiting for the command. I stripped him the rest of the way and just stared for a second. The cock that sprang free was obscene—thick, veiny, ten and a half inches of throbbing meat, heavy balls drawn up tight, the head already shiny and leaking a steady stream. His ass flexed as he spread his legs for me, hole already twitching.

I took my time. Sucked that fat cock until my jaw ached and his moans filled the room. Schlick… slurp… gluck… He leaked constantly, sweet and salty on my tongue, hips rolling in little desperate circles. When I finally pulled off he was panting, curly hair sticking to his forehead, pecs heaving.

“Fuuuccckkk meeee,” he begged, voice rough. “Pleeeeaseee, roomie. Need it.”

I prepped him slow and thorough, two fingers, then three, watching his greedy hole swallow them. Every brush over his prostate made his cock jump and spurt more precum onto his abs. By the time I pushed inside him he was babbling—cocky jock talk mixed with desperate begging.

“Holyyyy shittt—yeah, stretch me out—FUCK, your dick feels so good in my ass—been wanting this all week—nngh, deeper, bro, please—”

I fucked him hard and deep, watching those heavy pecs bounce with every thrust, abs flexing, curly hair bouncing, that handsome face slack with pleasure. His cock slapped wetly against his stomach, smearing precum everywhere. The sounds were filthy—skin on skin, wet squelch of lube and precum, his broken moans, my own grunts. I reached down and stroked him in time with my thrusts and he came with a shout, thick ropes painting his chest, some landing on his own face and in his open mouth. His ass clamped down so hard I saw stars and followed him over the edge, pumping deep inside that perfect, twitching hole.

Afterward he lay there wrecked and gorgeous, cum cooling on his skin, chest still heaving, that lazy post-orgasm smirk back in place. He reached up and dragged a finger through the mess on his pec, then sucked it clean with a filthy little sound.

“Round two in ten?” he asked, already half-hard again.

I laughed, low and satisfied, and reached for my phone where it sat on the nightstand. Chronivac still open. I could already see the next tweaks I wanted—maybe make that cock even thicker, or add a little more submissiveness so he’d beg prettier, or turn up the nipple sensitivity until he could cum just from me playing with his chest.

Reece—my Reece—stretched like a big satisfied cat, completely oblivious, completely mine.

“Whatever you want, roomie,” I said, already sliding the sliders. “I’ve got all night.”

And I did. The Chronivac glowed. His body was already starting to respond again, cock twitching, nipples tightening, that perfect ass clenching in anticipation he didn’t understand.

I smiled and hit Apply.

The night was just getting started.

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Weeks blurred into the best semester of my life. Reece just being a perfect roommate for me in every single way. He's the perfect jock bro who somehow anticipated every need before I even voiced it. He’d wake up early to make me protein-packed breakfasts, shirtless and still sleepy, those heavy pecs swaying as he flipped eggs and hummed off-key. He quizzed me on lecture notes while doing sets of push-ups between my desk and the bed, his pumped chest glistening, that cocky smirk flashing every time I got an answer right. After long nights hunched over textbooks he’d pull me into his lap, big hands kneading the knots out of my shoulders and back until the massage inevitably turned filthy.

And you know the rest of it. He’d fuck me slow and deep right there in the desk chair, one arm braced beside my open textbook, the other stroking my cock in time with his thrusts, whispering encouragement between kisses until we both came in a messy, groaning tangle. And every single time he acted like it was the most natural thing in the world for a bi jock to dote on his stressed-out roommate like this. He had no idea how perfectly I’d programmed him to be exactly what I needed.

Exam week hit hard. I was a wreck—eyes bloodshot, shoulders locked, barely sleeping, stress radiating off me in waves. Reece noticed immediately. He didn’t push, just brought me extra snacks, left little encouraging notes on my desk like “You’re gonna crush it, roomie”, and gave me those long, grounding hugs that always ended with his hand sliding into my sweats for a quick, filthy handjob that left me boneless and a little less panicked. This morning he’d kissed the back of my neck before heading out, murmuring, “Text me if it gets too much. I’ve got you.” I thought that was it.

I was already sitting in class, and almost everyone had already left. One exam was over, and two more were left. I took a deep breath as my phone lit up with a message from him.

Reece:

Hey stressed boy. Saw how tense you looked when you left. Figured my favorite nerd needed something to take the edge off before that exam. Don’t overthink it. You’ve got this. I’m so fucking proud of you.

Come home after and I’ll help you celebrate properly. Love you, bro 💪❤️🍆

Attached was a video.

I opened it with shaking hands, already half-hard from the tone alone.

“Figured you needed a reminder of what’s waiting for you when that exam’s over,” he rumbled, voice low and intimate like he was right there in the room with me.

“Been thinking about you all morning, roomie. How haaaarddd you’re working… how gooood you’re gonna look when you ace this shit.” He wrapped his big hand around the shaft and started stroking—slow, deliberate, wet schlick-schlick sounds filling the audio as more precum leaked steadily, dripping onto the tile between his feet. His balls hung heavy and full, swinging with every stroke.

"These are all pumped for you. Wish you were here so I could shove your face between them while you study.” His strokes sped up, the head of his cock flaring, the wet sounds getting louder and messier.

“Gonna cum for you right now, bro. Think about this load painting your chest later… or filling that tight ass after your exam. You deserve it. You’re gonna do so fucking good.” His breathing grew ragged, that handsome face tightening with pleasure, the cocky smirk melting into something raw and desperate. “Nngh—fuck—here it comes—FUCKKKK—watch me, roomie—”

Reece came hard, thick ropes of cum erupting across his abs and up onto those heavy pecs, some splattering his chin and lower lip. He kept stroking through it, milking every pulse, hips jerking, deep groans echoing in the locker room. When it finally slowed he brought the camera back up to his cum-streaked chest and smirked again, licking a stray drop from his lip.

“There. Now go crush that exam like the smart, sexy nerd you are. I’ll be waiting. Love you.”

The video ended on that smirk and those glistening, cum-covered pecs.

I set the phone down, took a deep breath, and turned back to my notes with a small, private smile. The exam suddenly felt manageable. And when it was over, I knew exactly who would be waiting—shirtless, smirking, already half-hard and ready to help me celebrate in the filthiest, most caring way possible.

Thanks to Chronivac, my annoying homophobic dad was nothing but a distant memory. In his place was Reece—my perfect, ridiculously devoted, best jock roommate ever who somehow always knew exactly how to take care of me.

And I was never letting him go.

Hey, im that quiet guy, you know the guy that seems very nice, the one who is a good listener and very good in whatever work needs to be done but is usually overlooked.

My name is Ashton, I’m an introvert who lives a rather regulated life. I wake up and do my morning workout at the gym running and lifting some weights then shower and go to my job as a Librarian which is actually a pretty good job. Basically I keep the store near and clean, do cashiers stuff and answer any questions that people may have like the type of book they need or just be a good listener to who talking.

I grew up in a pretty safe home, I kept up my grades in school, made sure to do what my parents asked me and as long as I was managable or quiet, I got what I wanted most of the time.

Basically, other than school, I was mostly at home or at the library when I could. I was always surrounded by books or whatever stimulation I could gain mentally and ready to learn new things. At one point, I had friends but like any relationship, time can either bring things together or apart. Since then I was a loner who kept to himself and kept himself busy as a distraction.

It’s been nearly a decade since I graduated high school, 27 and soon to be 28, and other than work and gym, I basically had nothing much for me, besides books. I begin to get yearn for relationships.

At this time, I started observing the lives of other guys my age, how they had it so easy, they could just blend in and be accepted like no matter how different the ingredients were, they had a place for whatever was being cooked.

I find it interesting how they are going about their daily life and they run into someone they may have never meet and start talking to one another. It starts off as an introduction, then they start making jokes and it goes into their personal lives and surprisingly are able to find ground. I see it so many times and ways, they get so many opportunities this way and even if they may not know anything, that doesn’t stop them from any luck. From one side, fools get all the luck and ignorance is bliss, but on the other it’s the illusion of confidence and power that makes a person look competent.

This brought about a great envy inside of me, not to mention I couldn’t figure out how to engage the way they did and wanted to know what it was like in the mind of a extrovert. This is when I bulb lit in my head.

Becoming a extrovert

Now being able to resource the knowledge on possession wasn’t necessarily a challenge for someone who literally had not only a library but also computer skill. The only thing left was which way I could go about it and once I decided, it went off from there.

I thought about who I would prefer being, after all there were many options, but I wanted to choose someone who was not only more extroverted but who would give me the most fulfilling experience.

That’s when I saw this guy named Austin, he had a dirty blonde hair, tall exceedingly 6’3 easily and the body of a true athlete and despite having a powerful presence, he easily blended in every social environment even women who are more sensitive than men naturally.

One day, using the knowledge of his routine, I attempted to get him at his most vulnerable, for judging by his stature, he may be a strong willed one. So I waited till after his workout when his will, after hard sessions on this Tuesday, would be depleted. After an hour, he would go into the locker room and take off his shirt to send a pic of his post workout with his shirt off and then go into the sauna for a good 10-15 min to relax. This time, no one was around, which meant only me and him were in there. He would leave his phone outside the sauna and wrapped in nothing but his towel, sit in there and lay down to relax. Seeing this opportunity, I used a potion that I read about that I drink when I saw the it was clear to let it began its process.

While he was laying down and his mouth was open, I removed my towel making myself naked( can’t risk the poor guy choking on any clothing) and positioned myself over his head.

Luckily, the best part about this is that since I’m sweating, my whole body is lubed up making this more smooth. I then made a diving like stance as I went into his mouth. Austin had a little fight to him as thought, but was to will depleted to resist as I proceeded to get sucked in faster. Going through his throat to his stomach, I was forced to have to situated myself into his body like he was a new outfit. I locked into each limb giving access to control them and put my cock which was initially smaller compared to his, until this process of getting into his body gave me a hard on which actually made it more simple than putting on a pair of gloves and boy did it feel good.

Lastly I put my head into his which then gave me full control over his mind and body.

The day as Austin

After my possession of Austin, I then went into the gym shower to freshen up. While I was in the shower, the sudden shift of height and weight of this body hit me.

Usually when I shower, I was tall enough to just turn it on and it poured over my head, but now I have to make adjustments to accommodate my new body. While showering, I begin to feel the tightness of his pecs, definition of his six pack, the broadness of his shoulders, his biceps and the very thickness of his leg muscles. This felt so incredible, I felt like I was high it was intoxicating but it felt amazing.

After the shower, I got my towel and went to my locker where I got dressed for day.

When I left the gym, I followed the hardwired routine of this guy and made his protein shake to drink on the way to his job which was construction. It not usually something that peaked my interest, but the best parts were actually being able to work in a group which usually I don’t get the opportunity to do. I actually talked and joked about well anything that came to mind and despite how lacking in depth the conversations were which usually stimulated me,

I actually was energized by being able to just be seen and heard rather than be the one just listening. We also had some degrading humor but it was all in good spirits. Overall, throughout the job, it seems that teamwork here has more to do with your ability to establish a bond or relationship with the workers rather than hard skill alone, nothing this body lacked.

Austin night time

When I finished work, I was worn and exhausted when all was said and done. I came home and took of all theses sweaty work clothes and step into the shower to wash off, savoring each moment the water hit my head and went down my skin in the quiet of home as I never wanted to leave the shower.

I was familiar with the feeling in my body, but I always thought it was unique to me, to still want a bit of quality alone time, but it hits differently for an extrovert who thrives from socializing when one could be at peace in the end.

After I got out and dried off, I put on my boxer and went to bed, when I felt an urge to check my phone and doomscroll for a bit. I started looking at pic of good looking guys and girls, but mainly guys and all of a sudden, I got horny with a hard on. Before I knew it, I started stroking his thick cock with the right hand while holding the phone in my left hand. After a minute or so, I started to reach climax and cum in his underwear. The orgasm was so amazing, better than my former body, especially if you have bigger toys to play with. After the climax, I had the best night sleep any man could have after a hard day.

“Hey bro! Did you get some more beer and chips” said the hulking man sitting in my living room. It had been turned into a garbage can of chip bags, beer cans, and used tissues complete with the smell of a locker room. Why did I have to be so stupid and careless?

I’d been obsessed with my old high school bully Josh and had been stalking his instagram for years when I discovered the perfect plan which my always eager to please boyfriend Luke agreed too. The potion to shapeshift my boyfriend into a perfect copy of my high school bully Josh was very specific. Mix in a picture of who you want to change into and ten hairs from your current body to maintain your personality while in your new body, along with ingredients that took me to several shady stores. Unfortunately, I stupidly misread ten as one because the zero was smudged. Now my boyfriend had the body that I had jerked off too so many times but kept Josh’s douchebag straight bro persona except the single hair managed to make him still be slightly attracted to me and massively attracted to men,especially himself. It had all gone wrong.

“Dude it totally sucks that you had to work all day, such a little nerd running numbers and shit at a bank. This bods kept me entertained though. God, I’ve been sniffing these pits all day after my run and quick game of basketball at the park got me so sweaty. The other dudes were amazed at how well I shot the ball and I was amazed at how hot they all looked with their tits bouncing up and down and abs rippling in the sun. I had to adjust myself multiple times, especially when Darius was guarding me and his body kept pushing against me. Not that I’d ever cheat on you babe”, he laughed but I knew the last bit of Luke was trying to get through. “You should get in here dude this is what a real man smells like bet the old me never smelled this awesome”, he said as he flexed his huge biceps and licked his hairy pit while beginning to massage his abs and pecs. I could see the bulge in his basketball shorts begin to grow as a slight wet spot began to show and join the other stains, it was his favorite outfit now since he didn’t care enough to do laundry and couldn’t fit into his old clothes.

It was still so strange even after two days to see my high school crush and tormentor lazing around on my couch, cheering about a baseball game while also admiring how the pitcher's ass looked. Last night he was pulling down his pants and showing me Josh’s ass while I sat on the couch with him. “Do you think mine is bigger than his or what?” he questioned, bending over and backing up until I was trapped between the wall and his hairy ass. “ I mean look at how tight my hole is bro, I would never let a dick in there that would be totally gay but I tried my fingers today and that shit had me drooling”. I had to get my old boyfriend back, this was getting out of hand.

"Ahhhhn... oh my gosh this body is too sexy... mmmph, this cock is leaking so much already, oohhh... I can't stop milking it..."

Few minutes ago Clara's mind just slammed hard into the Nathan's towering muscular frame. Thanks to her own botched stupid wish, her soul now stuck for god knows how long inside his insanely perfect fit physique.

Her new fingers slid slow and deliberate down every sweat-glistened inch of those massive heaving pecs and carved eight-pack abs that now pulsed under her control. The warm ridges of her rock-hard stomach, pressing deep into the firm grooves as raw electric fire shot straight to the thick heavy cock swelling thick between her legs. A high-pitched girly moan tore from his full lips, soft and needy, quite unmatched with the rest of masculine exterior. Her hips rolling forward on instinct while the pleasure built thick and hot inside.

Outside the door, Nathan's bros froze mid-step, smirking wide as those unmistakable feminine moans drifted through the wood, figuring the heartthrob jock had scored another random chick again for a hard, raw, mid-day fuck like always. They laughed low, one muttering about how loud the bitch was getting.

My mind's a bit rusty after months of not writing this many storyline that racked up quite some length. So, I dumped my entire draft of this story I have on my phone and then asked AI to optimize it

Joshua had been planning this for months. Not in some vague, pathetic daydream way — no, this was calculated, surgical, inevitable. Every night after his dead-end coding gig, he’d sit in his cramped studio apartment, laptop glowing on his scrawny lap, and scroll through Rob Harlan’s socials like a man possessed.

Rob was everything Joshua wasn’t. Six-foot-one of sculpted, vascular perfection. Dark, wavy hair that fell just right over those sharp, arrogant eyes. A jawline carved from marble, broad shoulders tapering into a waist so tight it looked photoshopped, and a chest that jutted out like twin slabs of marble — heavy pecs, deep striations, nipples that always seemed perked from the pump. Then the abs — eight thick, cobblestone ridges that flexed even when Rob was just breathing. And below that…....fuck, the way those white Calvin Klein briefs hugged the heavy, swinging bulge in every mirror selfie. Rob posted them daily: shirtless in the gym bathroom, towel slung low, that cocky half-smirk saying I know you want this.

Rob had the life too. Modeling gigs that paid stupid money, a luxury apartment downtown, and Jess — his fiancée — a stunning brunette who looked at him like he hung the moon. Joshua had seen the stories: them at rooftop parties, her hands all over those abs. Meanwhile, Joshua was invisible. Five-eight, narrow shoulders, soft belly, a dick that barely made a tent in his boxers. Girls never looked twice. Guys like Rob barely registered his existence unless they needed an assistance or forced to interact with their kind. But Joshua knew the truth deep in his bones: that body was wasted on the jacked douchenag. Rob was born with it, took it for granted, used it to cruise through life on autopilot. If Josh owned that physique, he could do so much better....and more. He’d studied the forums, the darknet drops, the countless dark corner of the internet until he landed on the goldmine. A freaking innovative breakthrough by some rogue Montenegrin scientist working as a double-agent for MI6 and SVR developing a nanite skinsuit system — irreversible, perfect, living flesh turned into a custom-fitted garment. One dose injected and the target’s body became yours. The original mind? Trapped in the lining forever, screaming aimlessly, while the one wearing the skin gained everything and infiltrated so deep, no technological scan could catch the difference. The scientist worn a German diplomat facade for the past 2 years with no side effects whatsoever and the chat turned into a transaction with the scientist asking for an update upon the success of the nanite.

When Tyler had asked me to meet him in the university’s gym over the weekend I was a bit confused. He’d told me he was spending the weekend visiting family out of town the day before and he wasn’t due back till Monday. 

So when I saw this handsome guy with perfect stubble, slicked back hair, and deep brown eyes  spinning a basketball on his fingers and looking my way, I didn’t know what to think.

“Leo! Glad you can make it!” the stranger said in a low sensual voice. It had the same deep tones that make you just shiver. 

“Um… I’m supposed to be meeting a friend around here. I don’t suppose you’ve seen a guy a little shorter than me with really dark hair and pale skin?” I ask doing my best not to stare this titan of masculinity in the face.

This guy drops the ball and says. “Dude, Leo it’s me. I know I may not look like Tyler anymore but… well so remember how I said my grandparents were really into spiritualism and stuff? Well turns out they could teach me how to astral project my soul into another person’s body!” 

I stood stunned not knowing how to respond. 

“I know it may be hard to believe but this is so cool! I know how to play basketball now. Plus it’s so cool seeing the world from this height. who knew 8 inches made the world seem so different. And… you’re staring at me funny… are you-”

Without another word I approached Tyler and began feeling up this new body of his. I had to look up to even catch his gaze again. Not that I wanted to. Not when there was so much of this new body to explore…. to touch. 

“Woah didn’t think you’d be buying my story so fast. But it’s pretty cool isn’t it? I grabbed this guy after he finished practicing at the gym. I’ve got all his skills and memories too! It’s wild. And… wow that feels good. Your hands on my arms… on my chest and… I…I… thought I was gonna have to explain how this works or something…. but wow I can’t believe…. woah… you really know what you’re doing.” Tyler said beginning to moan.

My light touches and subtle strokes of his body caused him to continually back up into the bleachers. “I… wow. Sorry. I’m genuinely so curious but I can’t take my eyes let alone my hands off you…” I said almost dazed by this beautiful man before me.

“Let’s… head back to our apartment… I don’t know how long this possession will last but I think you and me both are thinking we can do something pretty quick.” Tyler said with a cocky smirk.

Laying on my bed, I began feeling my dick pump up with blood. The blanket were pushed high as my dick strained through them. My morning wood felt bigger and harder than usual. And, my body felt itchy as the blankets hung on my body. As I moved to the side, the realization sunk in.

Instantly any arousal I felt was washed away by a dizzy nauseous wave. I ran to the bathroom as the world continued spinning. Pulling up the toliet seat, I threw up the contents of what I assumed was a late night binge of alcohol and drugs. As the vomit continued, I cursed out my brother for swapping our bodies.

Kieren and his dad Hank had just swapped bodies. Hank was convinced it was caused by Kieren saying the words “I wish I had a body like yours,” after losing an underwear wrestling match to him in the living room.

Hank wasn’t completely wrong, but Kieren knew it was saying what he did in combination with the wising tag he had burned in his room a few minutes before. The tag would only work once after being burned, so Kieren knew that no matter how many more times he wished for them to swap, they would not swap back. He played dumb and kept repeating the phrase at his father’s behest. His plan to steal Hank’s muscular fatherly body was going off without a hitch.

From the look on his face, Kieren knew that Hank had given up on the phrase swapping them back. He had had each of them say it at least twenty times.

“Maybe it was the wrestling match that triggered the body swap,” suggested Kieren as innocently as possible, finding himself turned on by his new middle aged voice.

“I suppose it could have been,” said Hank sounding a bit hopeful as he got into position to have a rematch.

Kieren used his superior strength in his new body to pin his dad in all sorts of positions. He could no longer suppress his new body’s need to have an erection.

“Eww!” Shouted Hank while in a backwards headlock, “That’s my own body’s penis you’re pressing against me!”

“Sorry dad,” said Kieren. “Though by the looks of it, you’re enjoying our little wrestling match too..” he alluded to Hank’s 18 year old boner sticking slightly out of his tighty whities.

“What the hell?!” Yelled Hank, looking down at his new privates. “You will not talk to me like that. Now let go of me and we’ll figure out this body swap business tomorrow.” He blushed and stormed out of the room with his teenage boner leaking on the way out.

Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.

When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.

Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”

“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.

“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.

“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.

Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.

The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.

As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.

The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,

“Now can I have what I want?”

What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.

Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.

As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.

Henry got in a fight with his girlfriend last night. In anger he yelled, “I wish I could just be with someone more like me!” His girlfriend stormed out angrily telling him to go fuck himself.

When Henry awoke the next morning, there was a man who looked just like him sitting in the window sill. It had to be a prank, he thought. Someone that his now ex girlfriend hired to mess with him. But this man looked exactly like him. It wasn’t possible, especially on such short notice.

Snapping him out of his trance, the man who was scrolling his phone and playing with his growing bulge asked, “Babe, I’m getting horny, can we fuck?”

“Fuck you man, suck my dick,” said Henry still thinking that this was some sort of conspiracy.

“Okay,” said the mysterious man coming over presumably to give Henry the blowjob which he facetiously asked for.

“But you really should be nicer to your boyfriend,” said the man as he was on his hands and knees pulling down Henry’s tighty whities.

Henry’s cock grew hard. He’d gotten blown by men before, not that he’d ever told his recent girlfriend that. He could deal with the fact that this guy thought they were boyfriends after about a half an hour when he would bust his nut down the stranger’s throat.

The man identical to Henry was giving him the best blowjob of his life. Sure, he knew men were better at it in general, but it was like this guy knew *exactly* how he liked it. It was a little creepy but it was such a good blow, Henry didn’t give a fuck. The lookalike was playing with his own hard cock as he serviced Henry. ‘Whatever makes you happy faggot,’ thought Henry.

As he was getting closer to cumming, the imposter man got up and threw Henry face down on the bed. Henry was about to object when he felt the man’s tongue start lapping at his hole hungrily. He barely stifled a moan. None of Henry’s ex girlfriends had ever eaten his booty before, and apparently he liked it a lot. The man’s beard felt so good and despite himself, Henry closed his eyes and couldn’t help but smile mouth agape and moan.

The mystery man worked Henry over for a while and then threw himself on the bed on his back, reached and grabbed his own feet to present his underwear clad ass to Henry, behging in a good boy boice,

“Now can I have what I want?”

What was Henry doing entertaining this fag? He should be kicking the weirdo out of his apartment. But his cock raged from all of the foreplay with this stranger.. And he had to admit, the man’s white cotton covered ass was intriguingly enticing. Before he could second guess his own actions, Henry scrambled for the lube in his nightstand drawer. The clone removed his undies and prepared to be fucked.

Henry stuck his meaty veiny erection into the stranger’s fuzzy bottom. The walls were so tight. It was nothing like fucking a vagina. He knew he wouldn’t last long after so much foreplay and with such a tight unfamiliar hole, so he began fucking him hard and fast. The doppelgänger could see that Henry wasn’t going to last long, so he started furiously masturbating his own dick. The two moaned in different tones with identical voices. One distinctly the moans of a man being fucked.

As Henry got close to climax he began making out with the man. This action surprised him, but the man didn’t seem surprised at all, as if they had made out a million times. He forced his tongue down the stranger’s throat even though his mouth tasted like Henry’s own cock. He came hard and then felt the man’s spray his load all over both of their stomachs and chests.