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You decided to hop into the newbie at the gym, we’re you planning to help him get stronger or to live as a new body, something you had not done for a while. Anyway, you overtook his small body without thought for his size. As your body moulded into his, your bones shaping into where his was, your size was too large for his skinny form. Your original size was too different for him. You could not lessen your muscles to fit his skinny flesh, your muscles make his grow to fit your size and make his height increase to your size. It was no longer you becoming him, it was more as if he moulded into your size like a sock. You were hoping to become more compact yet you are still the same size, just with a new face and flesh. You were unsure to stay like this or free, you could not call this a win nor loss for some peculiar reason.

"Do not make it too suspicious. Find someone you like, look innocent and then take them when they are not looking, got it?" I whispered to my overly excited friend.

"Will do." He uttered with a stutter, shaking from his excitement. Despite being older than me, he seemed more immature. It was his first time doing this so it is expected for him to be scared... I guess. He has only been in his own body and never overtaken another's body. He did not even know how to until I told him how to yesterday. Never the less, it is basic enough to understand and I hope he does not bring to much attention to himself.

"Good luck" I wished, patting his shoulder before I left him sitting by the mirror. I had my eyes set on a target already. He was greatly large and older than me. His muscles were greater than mine and had tattoos covering his entire body which was a heavy difference from my stick-like muscles on my arms. Even know he was sitting down and facing a wall, he seemed like an easy target. Too easy in fact. But I did not let that stop me from taking over my new smaller suit. He did not even hear my incredibly squeaky shoes wander behind him. His headphones were too loud and he was hyper fixated on the dumbbell in his hand.

I looked around me like a fox, not noticing anyone near this small and compact room. The room had two walls surrounding it as it was a retired bathroom missing the door and the missing corner was the entrance instead. I placed my right head firmly onto the man's head, stuffing his man bun into my palm before he even turned his head. A shock went through his body at the least, was my power to strong for him to even defend and turn his head around? Never the less I began to overtake the shorter body. He tried to shake my hand off but that did not do anything besides making him weaker to my will and strength. His mouth opened as if he were to speak words or even grunt but there was nothing. As myself faded from my own mind and my body felt ill, the man sitting in front of me became numb and slumped onto my hip. As I let out a slight grunt, my current form faded and my clothing was dumped to the ground as nothing were to support it and at the same time the stranger awoke with me inside his skin and with me in control.

I opened his body's eyes and felt numb for a while before my vision and feeling returned to me. I was left in the same position as I left him. Dumbbell in hand and a glee on that body's face. I got out of the seat, still having a blood rush from the activates the original owner put this body through and went to find my friend and hoped he had done his job successfully. I scurried like a squirrel trying to find him, but once I saw a larger man twirling and viewing his legs in the mirror I knew it was him. I wandered to the man younger and taller than me and questioned in a heavy voice. "Gregg?". I was not used to my voice but he heard me and turned with a smile, looking down at me as if I were a mushroom.

"The one and only. You Dan?" he questioned while smirking, rubbing his hand over his arm.

"Jesus, you're tall." I cried.

"Do not forgot that I'm really young and muscular too." he smiled as he rubbed his beard.

He asked me another question. "Why did you pick someone so old and short anyway?"

"What does that matter. I like this body." I said in a coward-like and angry tone, turning my face red.

"Not only did your height get shorter but so did your temper" he joked, laughing to himself while looking at his friend in a smaller body.

It was a day I was dreading. The day my collage friends and previous companions would host a reunion. It started from one of the girls who took the same class as me made a event online and soon enough almost everyone was attending. I also attended as I did not want to miss out, I missed most people who went to our collage. One person I was not anticipating to see was sour and devilish man who went by the name of Chris. He was spoilt by his genetics and family and wanted everyone to know that. He would harass almost everyone who attended the collage for no reason to my knowledge, besides him attending I would have anticipated this event heavily. Knowing he was attending aggravating me greatly. I knew nobody else would forgive him for what he did but I felt as if justice for what he did.

I scrambled through my books and my memory trying to decide on a idea. My eyes beamed through my book named "Soul and suit altercation" which focused on changing you and another person. The titles in the book kept giving me ideas but never a strong idea. Could I body switch with him? No, I would not want him in my body. Could I duplicate his look? No, it would be weird for someone to see two Chris' in the reunion. Could I mind control him? That seemed most plausible out of all of these options. I had to go with this idea, I was taking too long and the reunion was beginning soon. I rushed and got dresses in a semi-formal uniform and a messenger bag to hide the book, I hid a bookmark in the book to quickly access the page when needed. I then got in my car and drove to the collage.

I arrived by the entrance and parked my small car and awaited to see Chris and his car. I read through the book once more as I waited for him. I took note of one part at the end of the book though, it was heavily important.

"Warning: Once a victim is under effect of this Mind Control power they will be stuck to your command for twenty four hour and unable to break free from your voice until then."

Twenty four hours? That seemed a bit abusive in my opinion. It made me question if this was even correct to do. I did not have much time to think as his car parked directly in front of mine as I mentally panicked ethics in my head. His red and large can caught my attention as I could barley see his face through his mirror. He was laughing and smiling as he was just released from a insane asylum. I looked down at my book and looked back at his large and wealthy body. I became jealous of him as he admired himself and could not be stopped. I read the page again and recalled the chant out loud with his face printed into my mind. I chanted and chanted before I looked ahead at him. Nothing happened. He sat in his car idly. I looked at him longer but he sat still. After a while I got frustrated and uttered "Come here, idiot" mistakenly under my breath only to see him leave his car and slam the door before he walked over to my driver door. I was taken back by seeing his hairy face look back at me through my window with a emotionless look. I shook like a child and whimpered "Hello" to him which he responded with "Hello" with a firm wave in a kind manner yet a blank face. I left my car and looked up to him as he towered over me. I was scared of him despite his seemingly being my puppet. "Follow me?" I commanded with a fear invading my mind. I started to wander into the school and he followed me with distance between us. He was like a hitman following me. I needed to get us out of the public eye so I walked to the unused disabled bathroom. I locked the door and saw him standing like a doll awaiting my command. I was feeling an immense amount of pressure having a human waiting for my command under my control at a public location but I also felt very powerful. I looked at the hollow man and commanded him to raise his arms and he did so in the blink of an eye and with a faked smile on his face.

"I guess you are my puppet then." I smirked. "I still have you under my control for another day. That could be useful to me." I said in pride. I opened my book again, looking through the spells before I stopped on a page. "Body Switching" it read on the top. I read through the disclaimers on the end and saw a small part on the end.

"If a mind controlled spell is used on a person and is switched with, the body the mind controlled human enters will be under the mind control spell instead and will not lose the effect of this spell until switched back."

“Liking this Henry?” Coach uttered in my head. He turned my head from my cleats up to my face and smirked.

Give me my body back, coach.

“You’ve got a week off term. Give me a break will you?” He commanded me. “I’ve been in my own body for over 50 years. I’ve looked at the same grey face in the mirror all this time. Let me feel young for once over this break.” He monologued to me. He looked at the cleats my body was in them looks at my thighs.

You know this isn’t right. Get out of my body.

“Quiet much?” He questioned. He scoffed slightly, “I’d be surprised as well to have a body like this, let alone your own coach being in it.” He said cockily. He smacked my pecks and pushed his chest forward with a taunting look on his face.

That’s my muscles.

“Let’s see how hard your body works. Giving it the best workout of it’s life.” Coach confidently conveyed as me bursted my muscles in the mirror.

That’s my body you’re controlling. Get out.

Recently, me and my father have found ourselves in each other's bodies for some unexplained reason. At first, it was shocking to the both of us to be in each other's situations, yet I adapted fast to his body and made myself welcome easily. His physic was the first thing I had to get used to. Before hand, I was a young, skinny and hairy man that spent his time wrestling within my local club. Although, for the last month I haven't gone there myself, and neither has my father in my body. He hasn't done anything much with my body since we've switched besides drinking and partying for the last month. Meanwhile, I've spend my time keeping up his desirable physic and disguising myself at work as him.

It had been a month since we have switched, with no idea between us both on how to switch back, although I wasn't bothered much. It felt like I had left my old life behind me, or until my phone rang. I answered swiftly, trying my best to hold up to my father's mannerisms. The voice over the phone was one I finally had recognised, it was my old coach. He called me and explained on how I, rather my father in my body, hadn't shown up for the last month and ignored all of his texts and calls for the last week. He called me, who was supposed to be my father, asking if everything was alright. I immediately felt comfortable over the phone and dropped my persona, talking to Coach genuinely. I explained my situation honestly, not wanting to censor myself to him. I told him how me and my father had swapped bodies and I wanted to start Wrestling again yet wasn't sure how to in my father's body. He was... oddly understanding of my situation, not even questioning how it happened. He just told me that whether in my body or not, I was still able to come down in my father's body, even if I am 35 years older. We decided to meet up in the club later and see what I could do in my father's body and I accepted. I immediately went out and got what I needed, getting a clean and tight spandex to wrap around my beefy body, and was ready to start up my evening thrills again.

They are an easy way for someone like me to make a profit over the summer. They were a new form of technology and did cost a fine bit, but that didn’t stop everyone from buying them. There was a huge market for renting or buying peoples bodies, yet the competition for customers was hard unless you were rather big and toned, which was good for me. I was above 6 feet, covered in muscles and veins, a nice bearded face and a great physical built. This made the market around my body very competitive. I would receive about forty or fifty offers a hour, all with different prices. I only did this in the summer, and only for a couple hours at a time.

And as usual, I lied down at the beach on a hot summer day and opened my phone, which was filled with notifications and emails. I scrolled through my newest offers, seeing a large array of people and prices. I quickly looked through their offers and profiles before I decided to sell myself again. I saw an offer from a man, he looked about 35 or so, maybe older. He was offering me a large sum of money. It was more then I’d make in a month at my actual work, and he was only requesting four hours in my body. How could I say no to that?

So I stood up from the group and looked around me before accepting the deal. And in an instant, I felt my body almost lock up. This was usual for me though as I always felt like I was taking a back seat in my body while they had full control. And at this point, I was accustom to this feeling already. I could feel my grip on my body slowly fade, as if I was falling asleep but my eyes and brain were still awake. Then my body stood still, looking down at the ground and standing tall in an idle pose. Then, my body twitched slightly all over, starting with my feet and ending at my head. My mouth made a small grunt at first as I could feel my customer taking charge, and all I could to was sit back and enjoy the ride.

My head tilted back, looking up towards the sky with my eyes closed, feeling the sun glisten against my skin. My hands placed themselves to my hips and my pecks twitched slightly. My breathing became heavy for a moment before a large and soothing sigh escaped my mouth. Then I knew that the process was complete and that the customer had already started living in my body, and this was only confirmed more by him proclaiming “This is nice” to himself on a wide, public beach.

It was typical of me to go drinking alone on a Friday night. It was an addition for me. I would get so drunk every Friday I would never remember what I did, and the worst past is I’d often end up in other men’s bodies and not remember what I did the that night. Same thing happened today, I woke up and saw myself in an unfamiliar apartment that was flooded with rays of light and uncleaned clothing.

“Augh no!” I audibly released before hopping out of bed and dashing to the nearest room with a mirror. Before doing a lap of the house, I found the bathroom and myself in the reflection of a small circular mirror. I saw myself - or rather the body I was in, standing in direct alignment of that mirror. I have no idea who this man is or what he was doing in that pub, but I just know that I am him now. I seemed well built although I’ve woken up in heavier and bigger men. But I’ve never been in a body so veiny before, it really brought out his muscles and tattoos that plastered him. Something else new that I was bald, which despite the numerous men I’ve woken up to, not a single one had been bald before. I quickly placed my hand on my head and feeling it’s heavy weight on my naked head. It was an odd sensation to feel nothing up there yet have a beard covering my luxurious face. But this body rocked that style well along with its defined stomach and proportioned physique.

I tested my voice quickly. Quickly announcing “What did I get up to last night” to myself in the mirror, surprised by the depth and raw energy my new voice had. It sounded like my voice was constantly being echoed in a cave, with a roar behind it as if it masked a mad temper.

This might sound weird if you haven't done it before but have you ever had one of those special protein drinks? The ones fuelled by someone's 'essence' or something. Those ones that transform you into a new man, the ones with ads all over TV? Whatever. I tried them thinking it was some sort of scam but my mind was desperate to try them in the hopes that they worked. I've only had them for about a week and I have constantly had them from the exact same seller.

Since I've been on these, my body has changed drastically and I wouldn't be surprised if family and friends would no longer recognise me. My entire physic has changed for a start. I feel much more older, bigger and stronger then before, and I think that's evident because I've gone up two clothing sizes since I have used these and gone through almost a new pair of shoes daily. My face isn't even the same shape anymore and now it is refined with a stubble.

I thought it would be a good idea to teach one of my closest friends, Drax, on how to take over people's bodies. He has seen me do it a couple of times and kept it a secret, so I thought it would be a good idea to pay back the favour. I tried teaching it to him at his house to no avail on Friday, so I told him we would try again in the morning.

That was until he texted me in the middle of the night, lets say 2am. He texted me from his own phone saying how he got it to work on his own father who was a divorcee. He told me that he had spent the last hour or so getting used to his father's body and had just exited his father's body and left him lying down on his bed. He seemed thrilled and was eager to do so again. So I told him as a challenge of sorts to come see me in the morning at our local gym as someone else, which he pleased to do so.

As so, I went to the gym and awaited for him. I was thinking he would some as his father once more, seeing as he was happy enough taking over his body last night. But to my surprise, I saw my Chemistry professor walk into the gym and struggling to hold up his own body weight - I could tell it was Drax immediately. He walked uncharacteristically for a forty year old man, he was almost tripping with every step and walked as if he had hundreds of crabs attached to him. He came up to me with his head tilted upwards and already sweating, not to mention the absence of a shirt as well. I had never seen my chemistry professor in this state. Shirtless, Hairy, Veiny and with the same pants as yesterday with with newly added stains

I could tell that Drax needed a bit more of practice doing this, but for a first possession he didn't choose a bad host at all. I'm just wondering how long he's going to stay like that now.

My friend yells at me as I exit the car, phone in hand and pointing towards me. My face lit up with glee and I posed mindlessly. My muscles flexed and twitched hard, pumping my blood around this body and making me feel powerful.

I took over this man's body a week ago and since then I have been spending every day in his skin. Now, I am ready to do a public Walkathon to show off what this thing can do for me.

I readjusted my shorts and removed my tight, skinny tank top and left it on the ground, flexing even harder and showing off my praiseworthy body. God - I love this.

I was fixated on the sports game I was wanting, not even noticing my room mate walking past me. I felt a soft squeeze on my arm and I darted my vision towards him.

"Are you ever going to transform back?" He inquired. "It's been four days now and you're still 10 years older." Alex jabbed further. I stared at him for a moment before responding.

"What's wrong with that?" I questioned, lowering one of my arms and placing it on my chest. "What if I like how I look?"

"You transformed yourself to look like that guy from the gym and haven't left the house since because you're scared he'll see you." Alex belted, stomping closer to me in a temper.

"Woah. It-It's temporary I swear. I will go back tomorrow I swear to you."

"Isn't that the same thing you said yesterday? And today for a matter of the fact? I sent you to get groceries and when I got back from work nothing changed."

"Hey! I was busy." I moved my hand further down and placed it above my red shorts.

"Running off to the bathroom every 20 minutes doesn't mean you are busy." Alex stormed, walking out of the living room for a moment with his hands obscuring his face. He returned, placing his hands together in a praying motion before begging "Please. Just, switch back tomorrow, please?"

I looked at him once more, and tightened my grip. My answer felt obvious, yet I knew I could not say that answer. I tried to make Alex think otherwise. "I'll see what I can do..."

When my friend, Kian, suggested the idea of a 'head swap' to me, I thought he was jokingly asking me for a fight, but no he was serious. Kian and I had grown a reputation on campus, he was the smart wrestling one, and I was the lanky druggy - Mind you I hadn't done anything like that in years, but that reputation never left me as I got older. When Kian and I became room mates, we became good friends after a while and we always kept each other grounded despite living almost two completely different lives. He was always the shorter and stronger one, meanwhile I was the taller and the hairier one. Anyway, he suggested this once as I saw him walking through our kitchen in his singlet, just coming back from his wrestling practice as he always does. He leaned against the microwave and prompted me that question. I kind of laughed it off as he said it, not knowing he was serious. I was slightly stunned as he started explaining it to me, sounding like some fantasy that would come out of a children's game. He swore it was real and that I was unable to tell anyone else. I looked down on him in his red singlet, seeing how his tattoos and muscles looked and too him up on the idea, there was nothing to lose.

I remember him grabbing onto my head tightly, my instinct was to push him off, still thinking it was some joke. Then grabbed my hand and placed it on his. Soon enough, my throat tightened and my skull rattled. As my neck became weaker, I felt our heads collide and soon enough I stumbled back onto the ground. I found myself sitting on the ground, eyes blurred. As my eyes adjusted, I looked at my hands, finding themselves caked in tattoos and veins. A child-like gleeful eruption came from my voice as I placed my new hands onto the singlet I found myself in. I looked up at Kian, his larger head on my skinnier frame. He wandered over to me, admiring his new height. As he looked down on me, he decided to leave me for a bit so I can get more comfortable. As the door closed behind him, I sprung up and slapped my phone on the counter, using it to see my reflection. As I saw my clean head surrounded by all these tattoos and muscles, I jumped up and down with my more energetic frame. My ginger giddy face on this beefy godlike body filled me with immense confidence. I never imagined a singlet would feel this good, especially with a extreme amount of muscles underneath. I wouldn't mind if Kian kept us like this for a little longer because I have never felt confidence like this before.

When I heard of that "Body Auction" app thing, I thought it was all some joke some celebrity stirred, or something weirdos did for kicks. It just seemed like an easy way for someone to just donate a lot of money and act like a big deal for an hour or two. I kept seeing ads and tweets and everything else about the app. At the start I thought only fools would use it, but overtime I became more curious about it. I downloaded the app, spent a good 20 minutes looking at people. Then I found him, Marcus. He barely had any bids, but he was at the forefront of my mind. I scanned his description; Three Days, 37 years old, Full control possession. How could I say no to that. I placed the bid, waiting patiently for two minutes, hoping nobody would place a bid last second. Then I woke up, finding myself standing in front of the mirror in a public gym. At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I flexed, accidentally. “Oh my god,” I whispered, but erupted with a deep voice. I spent a good while in that bathroom, experimenting with my new tanky physique. I couldn't stop grinning. Then again, I couldn't stop moving. I just kept flexing and shifting as I stood, always keeping my eyes locked on myself. I watched my veins pop as they danced around my muscles, filled with blood and testosterone. A hundred words could describe how I was feeling right now; Warm, Powerful, Energetic, Indestructible. it all made it so clear to me why people spent this much money, and typically that was only for a hour or two - You're telling me I am going to look like this for three days? What a deal.

When my son pitched the idea of "switching bodies for a week" to me for my birthday, I thought he was a fool or joking with me, why would he want to give up his 30 year old lean body for his 67 year old father? He insisted he was being serious, and would book the week off work for me to enjoy a youthful life again, even if it was temporary. My birthday came around, and I could not even believe he went through with it, I just one day woke up in his house, half a state away, and found a kind note from his along with some presents on the bedside table. Now the first day was just me trying to get used to his six foot tall body, stumbling everywhere and almost falling down the stairs every time. But the second day? That's where it got interesting, that's when I started to go to his local gym, slipping on his favourite tank top and belt, ready to feel these muscles work. With every minute I spent here, I could feel myself being just like him, just as cocky and confident as he is, flexing and taking hundreds of photos in the mirror just like him - as if he did not have enough photos of himself. I was starting to love this smirk I was slowly starting to pick up from him as I looked longer in the mirror. As I was loving this body with working wrists and knees, all I could think of was "This is your life, huh?", and what a life it is to live.

My father probably thought he was really smart putting that curse on me, he told me I should appreciate every birthday I have. I was 22, what is so important about that? For my apparent ungratefulness, he decided my punishment was for me to have a birthday every day. But this was not some Groundhog day type situation, my father would never think of something that easy to teach me a lesson. Instead, everyday would be me living through someone else’s birthday.

For the first day, I woke up as a forty year old step-dad, showered with gifts by his step-children and spending the rest of the day at some boring museum. Two days later, I was a fitness instructor, spending the day with my classes with nobody even wishing me a simple “happy birthday”. Day five, a broke Master's Degree Student abroad. Day six, Middle age police officer. Day seven, a drunken party king. And for day nine? That was the best of it all.

I woke up, hung over, in my own living room. My jeans were wrapped around my legs, shirt unbuttoned and chest hair all sticky. When I woke up seeing that same tv in front of me, surrounded by old trophies and paintings, I thought my father finally dropped the curse and expected me to learn my lesson. But as soon as I turned to the kitchen, seeing those crosses across the calendar, all leading up to June 5th, I knew that was not true.

I knew my dad messed up his spell, and it back fired on him.

I knew at that moment, today I would be spending it as my Dad, on his birthday.

I knew he went out last night to celebrate, and now I had the house to myself. As soon as I got up, I stumbled to the bathroom, holding up my jeans with one hand and shouldering the doors open, and that confirmed it for me. His face looked back at me, with my shocked expression. That idiot.

I decided that for once, this will be a birthday to celebrate. But not for my father’s sake, but for my own. I spent my time, treating myself to whatever I wanted, wasting all his money. Now, it was midday, and I wanted to relax outside. Now I'm out here, contemplating what to do next. Should I break the spell and stay here forever? Maybe even just carry on as I am now, swapping every day. Who knows, but for now, today seems like it's going to be a good day.

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Arcade Reward

Holy moly! Am I dreaming? I seriously can't believe I won something like this, damn! Just look at these huge biceps, these pecs… My face looks like an angel from the Palace of Versailles!

Is all this mine now? I mean, I'm not complaining, but wow! This definitely wasn't part of my plan when I came to the arcade today.

I've always loved arcade-style games, with claw machines to pull out plushies, dance machines, racing games, basketball games, and scoring games – everything was fantastic. I've always been slim, and I wasn't bothered by it; it was normal for me. I had dates, friends; maybe I wasn't super popular at college, but I wasn't invisible either.

My skill at playing arcade games was impeccable. I always ended up winning prizes with tickets, and I even managed to win an Xbox controller once! 

I went without fail, I could spend hours there. I'd been saving my reward tickets for the "grand" prize. Unlike other times, the biggest prize of all was hidden, just there... waiting. And since I'm a curious person and basically addicted to these machines, I worked hard for a whole year to get 10,000 tickets (it was a lot of money and hours invested).

I thought it might be a laptop or some kind of gaming computer, but damn, this was way better!

It turned out that to attract new customers and encourage the survival of these kinds of arcade places, which were declining by the era of consoles and mobile games, they had introduced new types of... Rewards.

Bodies, to be more precise. Who wouldn't want to have their dream body for a day? To try being some athlete with huge muscles, maybe a businessman, or even a motorcyclist! It turned out that the prizes, durations and body types varied like you were choosing your character in a video game; the possibilities were endless.

But in my case, all the tickets I'd collected, and being the first to achieve it (and the official face of this new points and tickets system), was me! And of course, I'd have to keep my new prize for the rest of my life.

I don't regret it at all. My old body and life can go to hell, this is awesome! I love how my jeans fit my thighs, how my biceps pop with the slightest movement, how good everything looks. I FEEL SO HOT!

I know I said I used to date, but with this body, I'll be unstoppable! I can have any guy I like eating out of my hand; they won't stop flirting with me when I go to bars!

And I mean, it's not like just because I won the prize once, I automatically have to give up on playing. Actually… I can try to win the grand prize again. If I could do it once, I can do it again. I’m right? I wonder what it will be this time, but for now… Damn, I love my new body.

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Smelled Saw this guy walk by at the gym the other day and couldn’t help myself. He had just finished his workout so it was easy to sneak up behind him in the locker room while he changed. One tight bear hug from the back and I’m in. I went back to his place to smell admire his hard work. Don’t know when I’m hopping out of him. Enjoying it too much XD