Jake Kyle Arthur

God! This kid was so annoying at your gym. Him and his other buddies would take up all the equipment in the already cramped gym, standing around for way too long, talking too loudly and being massive nuisances of themselves. You really hated winter break when school was out and they took over the gym like this. And it seemed no matter what time of day you came, they were always here.

Sigh

Well, you’d had enough. You found an app online, probably just some dumb thing, but if believing it was real made you feel better, why not?

You aim the phone camera at the main kid and take his picture without anyone noticing. Suddenly, the app brings up all this information. You didn’t know how this app knew so much about him, maybe it’s something on the backend that constantly tracks everyone with smart phones? But there was his name, Taylor Green, and all his stats, even his address and phone number. Oh shit! What sort of crazy app is this?

You debated deleting something with that much info on a total stranger, worried it was collecting much of the same info on you too (Spoiler alert: it was). But against your better judgment, you pressed on.

You scroll down through the stats and see his IQ, which read 122. This annoying little meathead punk was that smart? Didn’t seem right, so you dropped that down to half and clicked accept.

You look over to him and see one second he’s smiling and laughing with his annoying friends, the next, he gets a vacant look in his eyes and holds the dumbbells he was curling in his hands, arms to his side, like he forgot what he was doing.

“Hey, Taylor, you ok man?” one of the shorter ones asks him.

“Huh? Uh… Yeah… Uh…” He replies, staring at his friend with that same vacant look. Hmm, maybe a bit TOO dumb. So you up it back to 85, then see him curling them again with a big smile and loudly shouting out the count of his reps. You shake your head, that’s even worse than before! You sigh and think to yourself “How you wish he could understand how annoying he is”.

You then find yourself standing in front of the mirror, in his body! This wasn’t what you meant, but damn, you do look good now as this muscular young man!

“Damn, look at all these muscles! I look ripped!” you say out loud without realizing it. “I bet I can curl twice this much!” you shout, reaching for the 50s as your friends look at you like you’re crazy.

You begin to curl the heavier weights, easily pumping out the 10 reps, as you loudly announced each one to everyone in the entire gym. “And 10! Hell yeah! That was fun! I want to try the bench press. Hey guys, load up some plates, I want to see how much I can do.” your friends look at each other and shrug, one chuckles. As they load up the plates, you whip off your shirt drenched in sweat and begin to flex in the mirror.

“Damn, I get really sweaty now! *Sniff* Phew, and this body reeks!” you shout, startling the old lady walking on the treadmill and causing your friends to start thinking something is very wrong with you, “But FUCK, it’s a nice body I got now!” you exclaim to the entire gym as you snap a photo of your new dumber self with a regular camera you found in your gym bag.

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I'd had enough of being a nerd. Day in and day out, I'd feel insecure and held back by my own insecurities. But then one day, I stumbled upon a magical spell on the dark web that promised me exactly what I wanted - to become an alpha male at any cost.

Without hesitation, I retrieved the ancient incantation and recited it aloud. Suddenly, my body began to quiver with electricity and a euphoric rush surged through me. I closed my eyes and opened them again to find myself in the body of Jacob - my next-door neighbor who was nothing short of a Greek god. He had a chiseled physique and an alpha male attitude that commanded rapt attention.

At first, I felt ashamed for stealing his identity, guiltily covering up his sculpted muscles with a shirt whenever I left the house. But as time went on, I embraced the power that came with this new body of mine. I strutted around shirtless and flexed my muscles by the pool with pride.

"Hey there lil fella, here's your breakfast...hope you can get big quicker so you can take me over ASAP huhuhuh unggghhhhhhh ffffuuuuckkkk yyyeaAAAHHHH...Hhh...."

That's funny kid.

You want this body back? Not a chance kid. You think I want to go back to that skinny body when I can be this fuckin buff? Think again.

Oh my god. When that company said they would let me swap with my future soulmate I didn't expect to end in this guy's body.

''Where is that number this ain't what I wanted''.

''Uuuuuggh! I even sound like a dumb boy''.

No offense but ''Zac'' over here isn't really the type of guy I would normally associate with. Jesus such a sweaty farm boy! Well, they do feel really soft under my big arms.

Looks like Doug has a girlfriend and she is a fucking babe. hmmm looks like I have found my soulmate at last…. with a little detour. No HOMO when you're a sweaty straight boy.

Archie frowned looking a bit paler than before:"So you're saying that doctor Brown is onto us and we gotta flee, is that what I think you're saying?"

"Pretty much"

"How would he prove we stole their bodies? Would he force you to switch clothes in front of everyone or what?"

"Have you performed any surgery recently? No. Neither have I, but these bodies have. So either we run away or we will have Hell of a complicated life. Or if you don't want this, I can go get your body. I'll switch you and your hell ends."

Archie was contemplating for a while watching his manly arms on his wide thighs. He looked up:"I don't want to leave. Please sort this out."

"Ok, so Dr. Brown is in my body. Dr. Kim now has yours. Meaning that I need part of my original clothing to swap myself and Dr. Brown. Then I'll just swap you with Dr. Kim. We already have their clothing. We can't go back to my house for the clothing cause my parents would freak if they saw two adults trying to enter their house for a piece of clothing of their sons. I'll leave for the hospital and get it. Ok?"

"Fine. Thank you. I'm really sorry, but it would be really stressful to just leave. I know you understand."

Don't get it wrong. I really wanted to follow the plan before. I went to get my clothes. But my body was sleeping, strapped to the bed. Then a handsome intern entered the room

"Good afternoon, Dr. Brown. I'm on your service today. We had to restrain the patient, he was showing signs of mental disorder claiming to be you. There is a bypass scheduled in OR 1 and OR 2 is waiting for you. Can I help you with anything sir?"

My mind was coming up with the most devious plan ever. But eventually it would make many people happy. Maybe except Dr. Brown.

"Come with me to the on-call room. I have to speak to you privately."

We entered the room

"Take off your shirt." I ordered him

"Sir, I am sorry, but I am not comftable doing that. Besides, I am in a relationship. You're a very handsome man, but this isn't gonna happen, sir."

"I am your attending. And as your attending I expect you to follow everything I tell you to do!"

He was visibly angry, but he proceeded

"Here you go." He said angrily and handed me the shirt.

I took off my own shirt and threw it at him, while taking his own. "You're about to get a very fast promotion." I put on his shirt. Changing my appearence yet again.

in front off me was the body of Dr. Brown. It seemed from the look of his face, that he understood the situation quite well. He seemed actually happy about it too. Smiling even. I mean it doesn't happen everyday that you become an attending from being an intern in just a few months

I smiled and waved at him:"Goodbye DR. BROWN!"

He just waved without saying a single word and just smiled. The last thing I saw was him unbotting his jeans

"So you're saying you put dr. Brown back in your body but you had to swap with this kid? How does that even happen?"

"First of all i"m an adult and an intern just as your body. Second of all, it happened fast after he wanted to get me for swapping with him. And third of all stop at this motel. We're far enough from them. We should rest."

We got ourselves a room. We decided to relax for a while and the figure out where we were gonna go. We were next to each other on the bed. I was enjoying my new smell of a younger man. Inhaling my armpit. Archie was still nervous. Maybe I shouldn't have swapped him and just continue this journey on my own. He is such a wreck when he is doing something out of his control.

"I'm gonna go to shower. Wanna come with me?" I asked. He said he needs some time to think, so I let him be.

I was so looking forward to this. Enjoying the new body. Now was the time to fully explore. I left the door open for Archie to observe in case he was interested. Taking off the trousers and my shirt, I was left with the view of my new manly, yet younger body than before.

I smiled at myself. "This is gonna be so much fun"

I entered the shower, turning on the hot water. The feeling of water running down over my pectorals and my slightly hairy torso, over to the abs and to my new beautiful cock. Dr. Brown was bigger, but damn, this guys dick is amazing. Looks like from a porno movie.

I started slowly. Picking up the pace. I didn't try to hold in me the moaning, but even that didn't invite Archie to join me. I tried to insert the fingers of my free hand into my anus. Maaan this guy is so tight. I continued until I found his prostate. Let me tell you that this was indeed the best orgasm so far. Even better than in Brown's body. I had to wash the wall of the shower because of how much of cum I released.

This power is so fucking amazing

I went out of the shower to find Archie still on the bed. I laid down on mine too.

"You're still upset?"

"I.... I don't know if I want this. I mean. It's one thing to swap around two doctor's bodies to fuck around. But we stole their life. Our lives are gone. And I mean... It's not too late to go back. Don't you think?"

"We can be anyone you know? We don't have to go back to our lives"

"But I want to be me. I like my life."

"Hmmm... well in that case..." I got up from my bed and showed visibly my frustration.

"Where are you going?"

"Ehm. I am gonna go for a walk now to think how I'm going to swap us back easily and not to screw anything else up."

"I'm sorry. It's just cause I feel so guilty."

"Yeah I know. It's fine. I'll be back in an hour."

Maybe it was horrible from me, but I still think leaving Archie in the motel was the best thing I could have done. He's got a new adult body and he needs to learn how to take care of himself. Yeah you guessed it. I wasn't planning on going back to that motel.

As for me. I wanna thake this body for a ride. I went to this bar a made a decision to hit on anyone who might have a car to get me further away. Maybe even take their lige. But I think I'll keep this guy for a loooong time

A cute nerdy guy approached looking sex starved. Well this should be interesting

Hey guys, I'm slowly working on your stories, but I gotta take care of some stuff in school. I'll try to write in my free time as much as possible to make your swap dreams come true. Byeee

Part 1:

"Scott, come on we need to sort this out. There is a fight coming and you're not doing anything. We need to get everyone ready and strike first. You're the alpha. Do something!"

"No. By doing something we will provoke them for a bigger fight which means possible casualties. Don't do anything stupid Theo and wait. I know what I am doing."

"Somehow I doubt that" I left without waiting for the answer. I was pissed. He is a shitty alpha who doesn't know how to protect his pack. The wolves don't hide. And we ARE wolves.

I love my body. I love my powers. I love how fucking ripped I made my body. But the true Alpha knows when to give something up. Maybe I am not alpha now. But I sure will be soon.

I waited after dark and called Scott over to the school lockers. I lied that there was something to take care of. I said that me and him could handle it. And to not bring anyone else, that we will try to bond and bury the axe. And he believed it. What an idiot. And he calls himself Alpha.

Scott arrived ready, just as I expected. I set a trail of blood leading to showers for him to follow. He did and that gave me a chance to approach him from behind. He turned around and then I turned of the high ultrasound that paralyzed him.

"Stop! Stop this!!!"

I moved quickly. I recited the words of the spell and turned of the ultrasound.

Scott:"Are you nuts? Why the hell did you do that?!?"

Then the pain at the back of our heads started. Piercing pain that signalled the swap has started. Normal people would faint, but not us.

I closed my eyes for the last time as Theo and opened them again as Scott. Scott McCall. Scott THE ALPHA. THE ALPHA. I. AM. THE. ALPHA.

Of course I cast another sleeping spell at him after the swap to enjoy my body for the first time uninterrupted. I just took a long shower to rub it in his face. His body is great tho. Gotta get it ripped as mine. I won't live like a scrawny little bitch. I went to examine his face in the mirror. "Hmm. He's not ugly, gotta give him that. Hair looks nice. Face structure is more masculine than mine. Except the muscles. They look nice, but I'll get them to be bigger."

I heard noise in the lockers. "Ah, somebody woke up"

He was visibly confused. But by the muscle touching, hyperventilation and looking at his hands, I could tell that the reality started to hit his little head. Wait, I can't say mean stuff about him anymore. He has my gorgeous body. Maybe I could enjoy that body even though I had to give it up.

He looked at me.

"How do you like the body?" I said, smiled and gave him a little show.

Scott:"Theo?! Theo what have you done?! Fix this right now!" he was slowly getting angrier. Time to show him who the alpha is.

I pressed him against the wall. Grabbed him with one hand under his neck. The other strongly gripped my ex body's balls and squeezed.

Theo:"Now, THEO. You may not like in what situation you are. But this is not about you. This is about our whole pack. The pack is led by the ALPHA. And I am the ALPHA now. You will do as I say. Understand?"

He did not answer so I squeezed his balls more. "Yesssss. I understand."

"No, you have to say it fully. Yes I understand my alpha."

"I understand, my alpha!"

"Good. Now be a good wolf and suck your alpha's cock. You're gonna be doing that a lot, so it's time you got used to being my own little bitch. Understand?"

"Yes, my alpha"

I AM THE ALPHA

I've always wanted to be someone like Nate Weir. Tall. Confident. Sexy. But I'm not. As much as I tried. I couldn't gain confidence. I'm not sexy. And I'll never be tall. On my birthday, a friends gave me a bracelet. They said it can I can swap bodies with people. The first person I though of was Nate Weir. The next thing I know. I'm Nate. I'm really Nate Weir. I look at the mirror. Then down at Nates body. Then back at the mirror. Then down at Nates body. Or now I should say my body. I'm sexy.

I decided to take a photo of me in my new, sexy body. Then to send it to my friends. I have dreamt about this man. Now I am him.

After what feels like forever of touching every last bit of my new body. I decided to wear a superhero costume. I chose Spiderman. As I love Spiderman. This makes me feel more horny. So I flex my huge arms. Touch my six-pack. Touch my new member in between my legs.

-oh! … wow maybe it’s harder than I thought- I caressed my new, big and hairy belly while looking at myself in the mirror, It was my first day at work as a VIP trainer in the gym, but I just found out which one it is the work of a VIP.

I just got assigned this … body, Norman is his name or my name … fuck it! this is going to be a problem.

I walked away from the mirror to where the bikes were and put my new watery ass on it, for a second I thought it would fall sideways, I have to get used to all this swapping my body with a stranger every day.

I put my fat legs to work on the bike, I only lasted 5 minutes on it when my whole body was covered in sticky sweat and I couldn’t stop looking at it… looking at me!

On the other side of the gym, the VIP clients were enjoying a couple of protein shakes, flexing their bodies and flirting with each other, then we exchanged glances for a second, he flexes his fantastic biceps with an arrogant smile on his lips and that pose that he had given him. taught a few minutes ago to make “butt fat” I thought I read his lips as he wiped the sticky sweat from my eyes.

-No wonder the pay is so good- I sighed and looked down but … there was always something that made me feel my gaze on my old body, God! it looks so hot …

The university had a very generous boosters association, the athletic department received tens of millions in donations, so much so that the school itself didn’t contribute anything to any of the teams.

The school attracted top talent and was a feeder to the NFL, NHL, MLB and NBA, all of which had owners and former (but no current) players that contributed heavily. As a result, every team had the newest and best of everything, unicorns, equipment, facilities, which meant the teams performed incredibly well. It was a glorious cycle of victory, rewards, improvement and success.

But strangely, the players never seemed happy about any of it. Every student wanted to be scouted by the school, it had a reputation of excellence, ever athletics member that graduated either went on to professional teams or received a lucrative position at a boosters company. When asked, each one provided the same response, nearly verbatim, “(team) is a lot of hard work, dedication and team work. It is not something I undertake lightly, but I am glad to be here.”

The dirty secret was that the boosters expected more than just publicity and tax benefits from the players. Depending on how much they donated, boosters got more from players. The lowest tier just covered Home Coming weekend, there was also Spring Break week, and both Winter Break and Summer Break required additional expenses because they not only had to pay the school but also the students directly under the guise of an “internship.”

The top players were basically drones. They had no rest, they ate, slept, class, practice and games, but had no weekends, no personal time, no vacations or breaks, as all those times were given to boosters. Sometimes even games were taken from them, when a former professional player paid to be able to play again.

There was no doubt, Justin had gone through drastic changes over the years. From his squeaky clean image as a barely legal new comer to the pseudo thug tough guy he is today. But few people know the (main one of many) reason for his change was actually due to his poor financial management, coupled with gambling.

Few people recognize that many of his tattoos were the result of lost bets with friends or private auctions with fans to select tattoos (with an extra premium on special places). As a way to hide those tattoos, he had to get more just to make them look normal.

As soon as his popularity skyrocketed after turning 21, as more and more money came rolling in, his spending increased, quickly outpacing his earnings. By 25, he had no choice but to churn out more music because he had taken massive advances from the studio and had to pay them back.

And his money problems only got worse when he got married. He refused to curb his spending and refused to let his wife know how bad their situation was. Despite hemorrhaging money, he still threw it around. He even chartered a plane for a week to bring them on vacation for $100,000, a two hour car ride away, when first class tickets on a commercial plane round trip would have only been $1,000 total.

Live Shows

Finally his financial manager put his foot down and made Justin cut spending slightly and find new income streams, which resulted in private live shows for high paying clients. But it was never enough. After even private shows (with increasingly provocative content) wasn’t enough, his finance manager came to him with a possible solution, renting out his body.

Justin was reluctant but gave in when he saw how much high profile people were renting for. He once again (stupidly) refused to be represented at the meeting, choosing to represent himself. He felt like he had reached an amazing deal and thought he’d be debt free in no time, not realizing how bad his situation was. This poor (obscenely wealthy) guy was paying him $100,000 per day to use his body, until Justin was debt free.

After the swap, Justin saw his body walking out of the building thinking how he’d be himself again in no time. The only problem was Justin was so in debt that even at $100,000 per day, $3,000,000 month, $36,500,000 per year, it would take at least five years to repay what was owed. His former finance manager came up to his now old, obese body and told him “I can’t believe you accepted that offer, it will take years to repay at this rate.” Justin was astounded, he fought and raged. After a month of his new prison cell of a body he even set up a meeting with the agency and demanded the swap end. They were very polite and said “of course, we can end the swap right away,” “oh thank god, when can we do this?” “Immediately sir, as soon as the payment clears, the swap will occur.” Justin was confused, “what payment?” “Sir, the contract you signed, the contract you negotiated, specified that the swap would only end when the debt was repaid. Until that time, only the new Mr. Bieber can decide to break the agreement by agreeing to accept what has been paid already as payment in full. I take it you are not ready to make payment now?” Justin was forced out of the office as he tried to fight.

Justin tried to FaceTime his body, and when it connected, he saw it was smoking a cigar. Justin started to yell again but the call disconnected. He tried to call back but was greeted by an error message. Then a call came in from an unknown number, “Hey MITCH, sorry bro, but I don’t want you calling me directly. I just blocked you from MY phone. This is a pay phone, I didn’t know these still existed haha. Don’t try to contact me until you’re ready to pay me everything you owe to swap back. I don’t have time to deal with you.” And the number disconnected.

Month after money, he watched his balance owed decline slowly. He owed so much that even the astronomical payments mostly covered interest. It took 15 years to finally be repaid. Justin’s body was not past his prime and had lost most of its earnings potential.