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When Travis made a mess after gym class, he had no idea he’d have an experience he would never forget! Those feet and calves, tho! 

Tommy seemed to be your average cute twink. But once you dug a little deeper, things were not all as they seemed. He was innocent through and through, but also curious. He never acted on these feelings, but he thought about them a lot. He was too shy to speak about them, but he did hunt online for things to jack off to, and eventually he found a bit of a community. Ian was a regular chat buddy who had experienced and knew the ropes. He loved chatting with Ian. He was so free and knowledgeable. Ian kept trying to get Tommy to explore his sexuality, but he was still far too shy. 

Ian offered something he’d never offered before. The chance for Tommy to explore, but as him. Free from the shackles of his own body, maybe he’d feel more comfortable to explore as someone else! Tommy agreed, keen to explore his fetishes in a more anonymous fashion.

Navigating to a hidden and obscure site, both sat in front of their computers and the swap began. In a flash, there was a screech of an old Internet modem, before Tommy found himself in a new environment, and dressed quite differently.

Ian typed from his new bedroom and told Tommy to go out and enjoy himself. He should head down to the bar at about 10:30pm to meet his usual gang.

Tommy loved it. He loved his gravelly voice, his tattoos, his haircut, beard and piercings. He loved the command he possessed when entering a room, and the fun they had downstairs. Despite Tommy’s baby face, he was mature for his age, and being in his early 50s somehow fitted him well.

Tommy asked Ian if they could swap more often. Ian agreed to every other Saturday. Tommy always enjoyed things to the max and grew in confidence. He started drinking more, and taking some drugs. Each Sunday morning, it was hard to switch back

 Tommy took their friendship to another level. High on the power he possessed when in Ian’s body, he started to test the power play between him and Ian. Ian played along as the shy, inexperienced twink. This continued for several weeks. The swaps becoming longer and longer, as Tommy laid claim to both bodies and decreed when he would like which one. He felt invincible.

Until, one afternoon while having a coffee at a known fetish cafw, he turned his head to see.. himself

I start the day excited about the new job. It's not what I dreamed of, of course, but it's a start, a way to gain experience and, maybe, distract myself from the mess my life has become. I work in the warehouse of a factory. I'm an apprentice to Mr. Fred, a big, sweaty 60-year-old man. When I arrived, he was leaning against a pile of boxes, breathing slowly, the weight of his enormous belly rising and falling. He has a deep, thick voice that seems to resonate in his chest, but what stands out the most is his size. I'm not talking about his height, but his width. The guy is huge, almost as if life had shaped him around a giant belly. When he laughs, it feels like his whole body shakes. I can't imagine being in his skin, it must be uncomfortable and gross, but aside from that, he's a nice guy.

The work is exhausting. We carry and move boxes, organize shelves. Things are always missing, and we're the ones responsible for keeping everything in order. I just wish my life was like that—organized. At the end of the day, after lifting heavy things all day, Fred suggests we sit down and talk for a bit. Sitting across from him, I start to open up. I don’t know why, but the words come out before I can hold them back. I talk about my issues with my dad, how I don’t have a mom, and how the pressure to choose a college is suffocating me. I don’t know what I want to do with my life, I just wish I could skip this phase, wake up one day and have everything figured out. Fred listens attentively, his gaze heavy, almost as if he’s absorbing everything I’m saying. He nods slowly, and after a pause, he laughs, slapping his large belly. "Funny," he says. "I wish for the opposite. I wish I could be young again. Skinny. Do everything over, make different choices." His laughter fades, and he looks at the floor for a moment. Then, he looks at me with a strange gleam in his eyes. "You know what, kid? I think I know how to solve our problem." He snaps his fingers, and before I can respond, my vision goes black.

When I wake up, the first thing I feel is a strange coldness on my head. I reach up to the top of my head and… nothing. I'm bald. My heart races, and I look down, terrified. I see a huge belly, a round sphere dominating my field of vision, as if it’s an extension of me, but… it can’t be. The striped shirt covering this body isn’t mine. I try to get up from the armchair I’m sitting in, but everything feels different. Heavy. I grab the belly, this mass of flabby flesh that seems to be part of me now, and I look at my hands. They’re large, wrinkled, covered in saggy skin. It’s like I’m wearing gloves of flesh. I feel panic rising, and I let out a scream, but the sound that comes out of my throat isn’t mine. It’s hoarse, old. I bring my hand to my neck and feel a double chin. Horror overwhelms me, and I fall forward, my body too heavy to keep balance.

I lift my head, struggling, and I see my old body standing there, smiling at me with a malicious look. Everything clicks in an instant. I’ve switched bodies with Fred.

"What the hell did you do?" I shout, my voice now rougher than ever. Fred, in my body, lets out a short, mocking laugh. "Relax, kid. It was just a spell. A solution to our little problem."

I panic. "Undo it! I want my life back! My youth!" But he just shakes his head, still laughing. "You can’t. The spell can only be done once. Now it’s permanent."

My heart, or what was left of it in that old body, starts pounding out of control. I stumble backward, trying to process this new reality. I feel the belly wobbling with every step I take, like an anchor dragging me down. This can’t be true. This can’t be happening.

I run, or at least I try to, to the office bathroom. I lock the door behind me and look in the mirror. The reflection shows me an old, sweaty man with a desperate expression on his face. The face isn’t mine. The skin is full of wrinkles, the cheeks sagging. I run my hand over my face, unable to believe what I see. I can’t stop holding my belly. It’s always there, like a constant reminder that I’m now someone else. Fred knocks on the door, and I hear his voice—my voice from before. “Hey, it’s not going to be that bad, let’s be honest. Now you have what you wanted, and I have what I wanted.” I scream in response, but the truth is that I’m trapped. There’s no going back. Fred then enters and gives a light squeeze to my enormous stomach. I yell at him to leave, and then he steps back. He closes the bathroom door, and I, still in shock and confused about what happened, am left unsure of what to do. I lift my shirt and see: a big belly, covered in hair. I also notice that my chest, which was normal before, is now larger and sagging. With every step I take, I feel my body moving in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s uncomfortable and strange. I turn around and notice that my backside has also changed; it’s now much bigger. I look in the mirror, trying to understand what has happened. The person in the reflection doesn’t seem like me, but the way the body moves makes it clear that, unfortunately, it is mine now.

I leave the bathroom and find Fred, who is now in my body. He smiles and makes an ironic comment, asking if I’m ready. I quickly pull down my shirt and, unsure of what to do, ask, “So now what are we going to do?”

When I leave the bathroom, Fred tells me I can go to his place, which is now my home. I have no choice. Walking through the streets is hell. Every step is a huge effort. I feel sweat dripping down my body, especially between the folds of my belly and on my back. And it’s just a short walk. Upon arriving at the apartment, Fred shows me everything—where the things are, the bathroom, the pantry. During this little tour, I’m extremely out of breath from the walk. My belly bumps into everything around the house. He tells me about his routine. Now, it’s my routine. Because of the heat, I take off my clothes, and my now free belly is enormous. As I squeeze through the house, my stomach occasionally bumps into Fred, who is in my way. “Sorry,” I say, even though I’m not the one to blame for this situation; he is! He’s the one who stuck me in this huge body, but honestly, I’m too out of breath for another argument. As soon as he leaves me alone in my new room, he says, “See you tomorrow, boss,” winking before closing the door. I get ready to take a shower, which is at least strange since I’ve never had to bathe a fat old man before, let alone be the old man myself. I feel the loose skin and the weight of the fat on me. Lying down on the bed is even worse; as soon as I collapse onto the bed, my huge new belly settles against my body in an uncomfortable way, and I have to turn over, quickly causing it to fall to my side. I let out a heavy sigh. “What was I wishing for?”

Lying on the bed, with not many options for comfort, I close my eyes, trying to believe that everything was just a nightmare and that tomorrow everything will be back to normal. But it’s hard to believe that it was just a dream, considering how real everything felt. Even lying there, I had a lot of physical contact with every part of my body, since I was now bulkier. I couldn’t just run my hand over my body without my hairy arm brushing against my hairy stomach. So, I would turn to the side, still thinking my slim body would react. But instead, I felt the weight of my new body. My brain was still that of a slim man.

I would run my hand over my forehead and remember the baldness. I would touch my face and feel the old beard. I would glide my hands over my body and notice my new bulk. It was this repetitive cycle until I finally managed to fall asleep. The next morning, when I wake up, I feel an erection, but not like it always used to be, my dick was fighting against my stomach. in a fright I quickly wake up and my eyes meet see my big stomach and the white hairs on my chest. I quickly get a shock, and suddenly everything hits me: nothing was a dream, everything was real, and this is my new lif

Waking up in my uncle's body had always been an unpleasant experience, but the first time was a shock I’ll never forget. As soon as I opened my eyes, I was immediately greeted by a sight that made all the white hairs I now possessed stand on end. I blinked a few times to process that the enormous stomach of my uncle was now stuck where my once beautifully defined abs had been. It was there, sitting on me like a watermelon. It took a few seconds to grasp the reality, until I stumbled out of bed with difficulty. I was now heavy and bloated, struggling to move with the agility I once had.Still a bit dizzy, I followed the sound of what seemed to be my old voice shouting in my uncle's bathroom. As soon as I arrived, I saw my body feeling up my chest in disbelief, with an expression of curiosity. The moment our eyes met, the shock was mutual, and we stood there, wide-eyed, staring at each other.

After a few occasional swaps, we discovered that, for some inexplicable reason, we could switch bodies for 24 hours whenever either of us wanted, and for some reason, this only worked between the two of us. It was a full 24 hours. In the beginning, the swaps happened more often on my uncle's side, of course, since I didn’t like being a hairy, overweight man. He seemed to find the idea of being a handsome young guy like me fascinating, as if he had been given a temporary ticket back to youth.

Waking up occasionally in my uncle's body became a recurring nightmare. I remember moments when I would simply open my eyes after a nap, and there I was, lying in his bed in just his underwear, with my hand resting on his belly. It was disgusting.

The worst of all, of course, was going to the bathroom. Peeing with my uncle's body was terrible. Not to mention the bath. I never thought I would have to see this man naked so many times a day. As the exchanges only ended after 24 hours, I had to face many more intimate moments. I was once aroused by my uncle's body, it was so embarrassing... But what could I do? I think that so much friction between my flesh ended up making me hard. I confess that I have admired myself naked on my uncle's body in front of a mirror and I'm not proud of it... It was more out of curiosity than for other reasons

And his job… exhausting. I spent the entire day with his huge butt planted on a tractor, following the instructions he had given me. Even while sitting, that body sweated like it was running a marathon. There was no way to wear the same clothes two days in a row.

Over time, my uncle seemed to lose his enthusiasm. I think he realized how the swaps were affecting me and that my life wasn’t as glamorous as he had imagined. And honestly, I couldn’t stand being old anymore. Months passed, and I was never taken out of my body again, until a party was announced at my college, and my uncle, in one last burst of youthful curiosity, insisted it would be a good farewell to my body. He promised it would be the last swap, and it was… but not in the way I wanted. I gave in. I also needed a break from the loud college parties and decided to stay home, watching TV while stuffing myself with something.

The swap was done, and here I was again, in my uncle’s heavy body. I got out of bed, feeling the familiar weight press down on my legs as I sat up, letting out a long sigh. It had been so long that I’d almost forgotten the feeling. I went to the bathroom. "Hello again, big guy," I said to my reflection in the mirror, patting my belly with a hint of nostalgia that I didn’t like to admit. But as the day went on, I remembered all the reasons I hated being in this body.

When night finally came, I threw myself onto the bed, sighing heavily. I just wanted those 24 hours to end quickly. I was already anxious to return to my body, to my normal life, and never be this guy again. But then, just as I was falling asleep, a phone call woke me up. It was my dad, calling my uncle—meaning me. When I answered, I got the worst news of my life. There had been a car accident. My body, my real body, had died. The despair hit me like a punch in the gut. I was trapped, forever, in the body that had once been a temporary experience. Something that had even been fun for my uncle. Now, it was my new reality, my new life. My young body, my entire life, had been wasted. Now all I had was my uncle's body. The reflection in the mirror of someone who wasn’t me. But now it was the body I would have for the rest of my life.I felt the death of my oncle, but we mostly fougrt more than anything elso, and now, in a way, i was condemned to see his reflection forever and to adopt his life as my own. It was his name they would call me by from now on…

Years have passed since that fateful day, and here I am, living a life I never chose, but one that now seems to fit perfectly. I took on my uncle’s identity, and while I left my old job behind, I found a new home as a mechanic. I spend my days in a workshop, fixing motorcycles and cars, always with my belly sticking out, exposed to the heat and dirt. I learned to smoke and drink like my uncle, adopting his habits and even his way of speaking. The curious thing is that over time, I began to realize that those moments when I felt excited in his body were actually reflections of a deeper desire to be like him. Now, sitting in a plastic chair, waiting for a new customer, I rest my hand on my sweaty belly, a symbol of my new life. I can't deny that, strangely, it's not so bad after all. This body that once felt foreign to me is now part of me, and in a way, I've found a peace I never imagined I would have.

Stop living for other tryin to make mom n dad proud. U no deep down ur cravin for somethin more. Unleashe Ur true self.

Tired of your perfect life? Tired of every girl at university wanting to spend a night with you? Do you want to be an ordinary person for just one day? Or how about an even better, a friendless nerd with nothing to do but have the day to yourself? Well, SWAP APP is here, the app that fulfills all your dreams… even the darkest and most twisted ones you have inside, like being dominated by your own body, like the pathetic nerd you always wanted to be? You can read more here in my new story

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-Oh shit, “He” is here again! And… all my friends?- I said in solitude while I had half of a delicious and greasy donut inside my mouth, I swallowed quickly letting the sugary crumbs fall on my dirty blue uniform and my big greasy belly.

I moved as fast as my new body allowed me, I got up from my huge chair dropping a bunch of crumbs, the back pain disappeared from my mind as I walked to the door of the surveillance room to lock the door, and then I returned to my comfortable chair to continue watching the show.

I changed each of the security cameras to focus on those perfect bodies, their steps were arrogant, and their shirts were soaked with sweat, at no time did they stop looking at the security cameras smiling, or flirting with me through the computer.

They all stopped in front of the dairy aisle and one by one, they started removing their shirts. revealing their perfect, muscular bodies. I couldn't resist for another second, and I searched between my fat crotch to find my small penis. With the tips of my fingers, I began to jerk off while my gaze focused on my old body.

-Damn Bob... you're doing so fucking good with my body- in just a couple of seconds my security guard uniform was soaked with sweat. Maybe the smell of the sweat from this body was the worst part, but right now I didn't care at all, all I could think about was the show I was receiving right now.

The pleasure didn't last long, I was now a premature ejaculator, my hands were covered in the hot smelly goo, -Fuuuuuck!- I screamed with my hoarse voice as the last drops came out of my little cock, I had to admit it, this body had the best orgasms, and I was an addict, I let my thoughts wander as I caught my breath, and I remembered how this all started, how it made me addicted to all this…

One second I was lifting weights at the gym and the next I was in a disgusting and smelly public bathroom holding a phone with one of my Instagram pictures in one hand and the other was submerged in a thick layer of white hair holding an unknown penis… I had so many questions, but I wanted to rub my cock with this calloused hairy hand even more…

I still don't know how Bob swapped our bodies, every day I woke up in Bob's smelly fat body was a new nightmare, especially with the real Bob sending me erotic pictures and forcing me to masturbate in his body, it's amazing that several months later I'm actually enjoying my new life... I get hot selfies of my old body and my friends, and occasionally Bob sends me a video of himself jerking off to the thick, veiny piece of meat I used to have between my legs.

Maybe life as a middle-aged mall guard is alrigh, actually like my new beard!

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Hey guys, sorry for the long wait for new stories. The truth is, my life took a sudden turn and… I didn't feel up to writing anymore, but things are stabilizing now. This is one of my old stories that I have in my archives, which will be updated again soon. I have a bunch of stories I want you to see and some ideas I want to write. See you soon.

Johnny hummed a soft tune as he worked the shampoo into the young man's hair. The white foam piled up thick and sweet-smelling. The customer, a slim white guy with floppy blond hair, relaxed into the chair, eyes closed. He had no idea what was about to happen.

Johnny's fingers moved in slow circles. With each rub, strands of hair came loose. They slid down the young man's neck, onto the floor. Johnny kept humming.The young man felt a tingle. It started at his scalp and spread down his spine. He wanted to open his eyes, but his body felt heavy, too heavy. He didn't notice his shoulders pushing wider against his T-shirt. He didn't feel the fabric tighten over his chest as muscles swelled.Johnny kneaded deeper. More hair fell away. The blond mop thinned, then vanished from the crown. The hairline crept backward, leaving a smooth, shiny dome on top. Dark stubble pushed through the skin around his jaw and upper lip, rough and thick.

The young man's body grew dense, beefy. His arms thickened, veins rising to the surface. His hands, resting on the chair, turned into tough, square paws. His thighs spread apart as his whole frame became solid, heavy with man-weight.

But it wasn't just the body. Johnny's fingers sent thoughts into the young man's brain, soft and sneaky. The memories of college classes, video games, and a shy girlfriend melted away. New thoughts pushed in: sweaty nights, hungry mouths, the smell of leather and whiskey. A need that burned low in his belly.The young man's lips parted. His breathing deepened. He forgot his old name. Now he was Victor, a forty-year-old divorced man who hadn't been touched in too long. A man who craved rough hands and a hot mouth. A man who knew exactly what he wanted.

Johnny rinsed the last of the foam away. He watched the reflection in the mirror: a balding, beefy man with a face full of stubble, his T-shirt now too small for his thick chest. The man's eyes were still shut.Then Johnny leaned close. "All done," he whispered.

Some of you asked for a Part II of my ARMY NAVY SWAP story. It took me a while to come up with a way to do it, because Rob/Todd aren't twins or lookalikes. I borrowed a concept from the TV show "Alias".

AI Summary:

"Army Navy Swap II" follows the protagonist, Rob, as he uses an advanced "DNA Resequencing" formula to permanently transform into his friend's wealthy and successful acquaintance, Lieutenant Todd Ruddle.

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