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"An afternoon alone in my brother's body," Austin smiled to himself with deep satisfaction.

He pulled his brother's slick athletic t-shirt up over his torso with great pleasure, revealing a totally shredded set of abs. Muscles like these were the stuff of boyhood fantasies.

"An afternoon alone with my brother's perfect abs... An afternoon alone with his stupid, pretty face... An afternoon alone with his big, stiff dick..."

At the thought of it, the thick rod in the gray sweatpants he was wearing leapt to a firm attention. He gave the delicious bulge in his pants a playful bounce. His brother's cock was so much better than his own. Not only was it bigger, but it was also even more sensitive, and wired straight to his horny jock nipples.

"Mmm..." 

Austin moaned and gave his brother's nipples a soft pinch. He felt a masculine shiver ripple through his entire athletic body. The cocky smile on his lips curled up tight into a sexy sneer. He considered his options; He could call up his brother's girlfriend and get some premium pussy, if he wanted, or he could spend the afternoon alone just touching himself like this. He thought about that for a second, and then he grinned. He loved the feeling of his brother's balls knotted up tight against him. He slid his hand down to his crotch and gave them a feel with unfamiliar hands.

"Ah... I don't know which sounds better..." he moaned with his brother's throaty voice.

He pinched his brother's nipples a little harder and chuckled as his masculine face twisted into an expression of erotic bliss. He grabbed the thick rod in his crotch and gave it a few firm twirls, massaging the big cock in his sweatpants. He could practically feel his brother's girlfriend's pussy wrapped around it. It was so warm, so wicked wet and so eager to be fucked...

Like his dick was doing it for him, he picked up his brother's phone and scrolled to their latest messages.

"Get over here, bitch," he sent a new text along with a photo of his throbbing, veiny cock.

"Yes, sir."

She responded almost immediately. He loved the power that he commanded over these bitches while he was in command of his brother's body. 

"I'm gonna fuck that little slut so hard when she gets here," he grunted.

Austin's cocky smile turned into an evil sneer as he imagined her little tits bouncing in his face. He didn't need to imagine the scenario much further than that. When the doorbell rang, he was more than ready for her. 

Frank and Sant here are two army personals that help new recruits settle into their barracks but recently Frank on the right was caught up in a fight which now he has to he punished.

He was sleeping off the night out he recently had and what he didn't realize was that he was about to be taken over by a new recruit.

The recruit looked at him in bed wearing only boxers as he dived into Frank's back. Nobody was there to witness it as now Frank is possessed by a new recruit.

Straight away Frank was exploring his body and new memories as he was now a hot soldier ready to train other recruits. That means many new hot hosts possess when he wanted, this was perfect for new Frank knowing that he already got a way to amend the mistake he made recently.

A Case of SCP-1990: The Mediocre Wish Granter

(Part One)

“Got it, Mrs. Robinson.” I say over the phone, one hand covering my other ear to make out her words over the loud howling of snow on her background. “Yes, I can stay with him overnight. Don’t worry, I already called mom—yeah, won’t be a problem. Sure, stay safe out there!” Then there was a beep signaling the end of the call. I sighed, then slid the phone back in my pocket.

“What’d she say?” A small voice says to me from the couch, Richard, the eight-year old kid I was supposed to babysit. “Tell me she’s going home tomorrow.”

“Yep,” I nodded, walking back towards the couch where he sat watching a movie. Richard grins, sighing in relief as he returned to his show. “I’ll have to crash here for the night too. That okay with you, kiddo?” I ask him, plopping down beside him and looking out the window, where the snow was also picking up and starting to fall heavier.

“You cook better than her.” He deadpans while holding his stuffed tiger close, and I laugh while patting his head. I live a few houses over, though my mom knew Lydia, his mother, from the local garden club so I frequently came over to babysit Richard since he was four. They’re nice people, a single mother and her two sons—so I couldn’t really refuse. And anyway, I had another reason why I liked coming over.

“So, what do you want for dinner?” I ask Richard, glancing at the clock hanging on the wall. He just shrugs, ponders for a moment, then points over the box on the counter. “Mac and cheese? Again?”

“Mom’s not here anyway.” He just mutters, and I chuckled as I stood up to get ready. I should’ve guessed that ‘cooking better’ meant ‘cooking what I want’ to Richard. “Crunchy top please.” He adds, turning back to the movie.

“That’s going to take a little—” I respond, already on my way to the kitchen, when there was a loud knock on the door. I raised an eyebrow at this, even Richard looked over the couch curiously. “Coming!” I call out, intrigued as to who may be out in the snow at this time. It could just be someone asking directions, I thought, or a neighbor.

As soon as I turn the knob of the door open, the person pushes it open fully, then slips inside as he slams it close against the biting cold. I was going to yell for Richard to call the cops, but caught myself while the figure shook snow off his hair and coat.

This was the other reason I liked coming over.

“Sorry mom, I know it’s sudden but—” he starts to mumble quickly, but stops short at my sight. “Seth? What are you doing here?” He asks. This was Victor, Richard’s older brother. He’s about two years my senior, much taller, and already a sophomore in a university a couple of towns away. I wasn’t as close with him as I was with Richard, especially since Lydia and Victor weren’t on the bestest of terms. Still, I’ve long since felt something every time we cross paths in school or whenever I sit Richard.

Victor was a few inches taller than I am, and since I last saw him two years ago, he seems to be oozing more of his appeal now. He had eyes that I could swear people would get drawn to, youthful masculine face and sculpted features, great physique, and a smile that could get anyone. I liked coming over, not because I harbored feelings for him, but I always wanted to be just like him—especially physically.

He was very athletic too, I recall he’d been part of the high school’s basketball team. Even when he started college, Lydia had mentioned a couple of times that he made it on their team as well, though I heard he quit the team beginning sophomore year because of a disagreement between him and a couple of teammates. Still, I’ve spent a couple of moments doing ‘business’ on a couple of his team’s photoshoots.

“Your mom’s visiting a friend and then, y’know.” I told him, gesturing at the snow outside while also trying to catch my breath. His brows rise in understanding, then nods at me, making my heart jump a little and life stir in my pants. “She didn’t tell me you were coming though?”

“It’s more of an impulse thing…” He replies a little sheepishly, hanging his coat over the stair banister. He looked a little flushed too, maybe from the snow but even his eyes were a little red as if he were crying. “Listen, I just need the night over, maybe I can leave before mom comes home so don’t tell her.”

“Are you okay? I ask, catching him just before he ascends the stairs. He looked a little troubled as he turned back, the corners of his lips twitching a little before offering a curt nod.

“Yeah, I just need the night. I’ll get back to my dorm tomorrow.” Victor says softly, smiling slightly before making his way up to his old room and leaving me a little dumbfounded. At the same time, Richard steps out of the living room and into the hallway.

“Was that Vic again?” He asks, his plush tucked under his arm. I nod, looking back up the stairs then before turning back to Richard. I opened my mouth to ask him about it but he shrugs and beats me to it. “Oh yeah, he sneaks home when he fights with his boyfriend.” He tells me as-a-matter-of-factly.

“He has a boyfriend?” I start to ask Richard, and he just nods as he turns back towards the living room. “I didn’t know—”

“He doesn’t know that I know so don’t tell him.” He calls out over the sound of the TV, then adds. “Hurry up, I’m hungry!”

I was still a little stunned, and pleasantly surprised at the revelation but quickly went to prepare Richard’s food, contemplating whether or not I make enough for Victor too. I did end up making a little extra, though, and had Richard tell him about it. He said he wasn’t really hungry but thanked me nonetheless. It took most of my self-control and will to not peek into Victor’s room though.

It was soon late night, Victor really hadn’t gone down at all meanwhile Richard was already fighting to keep his eyes open so I had to tuck him in. I was originally supposed to sleep in Victor’s room, and since I didn’t want to sleep in Lydia’s room, that left me the couch. The guest room hadn’t been cleaned in years, and as tempting as it was, I’d rather get uncomfortable than sleep in dust.

Outside, the blizzard had only gotten stronger and I was thankful the Robinsons had heaters installed. I had turned the TV off once I had tucked Richard in, and waited for sleep to take me as I scrolled on my phone. It was around midnight when tendrils of drowsiness had started to take root in me when Richard appeared behind the couch.

“Whoa, buddy.” I told him, rising up from the couch. “You okay? Can’t sleep?”

“I just thought you’d be lonely down here, so have her.” He tells me then dumps his stuffed tiger on my lap before yawning and turning back. “Sarah helps you sleep.” And then he was gone.

I chuckled as I lied back down while I examined the toy. It looked old, and the name ‘SARAH’ was written in bold marker on the clean and care tag, it was cute and thoughtful. I had just tucked one of the pillows under my head when I heard footsteps, heavy, leading to the kitchen. I shifted on the couch a little, enough to see Victor in his pajamas taking something out of the fridge.

At that point, I could already feel exhaustion and sleep seeping into my bones. I gripped the toy close to me, my vision already fading all the while I thought in my head, “I wish I looked as great as Victor.”, with the sight of him sneaking back upstairs the last I see.

Some time in my sleep, I felt something in and around me shift. I couldn’t explain it, and I could be dreaming, but it felt as if I was floating freely in the air. My vision was a little foggy, but a sudden breeze seemingly blew me up and through what looked like the ceiling downstairs. It was surreal, like swimming in the ocean and getting carried by a strong current.

My eyes adjusted slightly in the dark, and beneath me I could see a familiar figure—it was Victor in a prone position. I looked at his sleeping facade, his features softening and giving way to a more innocent look. I was confused, I didn’t know what was happening and why I was seeing him like this. It was only until I felt the breeze again, when it started to pull me down towards Victor that I started to panic. All I could do as I got dragged down was shield my face, and brace for impact.

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“Hey!” I felt small hands gripping my arm, shaking me awake from my sleep. It was a little faint, with my hearing slowly coming to me as I bolt up. “Hey, I can’t find Seth.” He tells me, and I blink around me in confusion.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding a little groggy and deeper than I knew. Even the room looked a little too bright for me, the couch—or bed felt much softer than I remembered. I could feel a blanket tangled between my legs, though I distinctly remember not having one. “Did you guys bring me up here?” I ask, rubbing my eyes.

“Huh?” Richard asks, raising an eyebrow at me. “I can’t find Seth, did you see him?”

“What do you mean?” I ask back, my vision finally clearing. It was then that I realized I was in Victor’s room, evidenced by the countless posters all over the walls, a dozen questions running in my head, including Richard’s weird question, and I had to press my palms over my eyes. “I’m—”

I stopped, hearing my voice. I blinked once, then brought my hands down, staring at the veins that run along my arm. My hands were bigger, as well as my arms, and I wasn’t wearing the shirt I had yesterday—instead I was wearing Victor’s pajamas. I threw the blanket off my legs, making Richard jump back, as I stared at my legs, except they weren’t mine. I touched my face, ran a hand through my hair, and stifled a sound of both surprise and disbelief.

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, though he was now standing near the door and looked a little spooked. I didn’t know how to respond, but the first thing that came to mind was to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating or having delusions.

“Yeah,” I told him, slowly getting off the bed and then noting that the snowfall had stopped through the window. “Maybe he had to go early.” I say, both weirded out and aroused at hearing Victor’s voice come out of my mouth.

“Aww.” Richard groans, stepping out of the room. “Can you call him for me please? I can’t find Sarah anywhere.”

“Sarah?” I ask, before remembering his stuffed tiger. “Yeah sure, just give me a sec.” He disappeared into the hallway at this, and I dashed towards the door and closed it as soon as he was away. Immediately, the first thing I did was turn towards the mirror on the corner of the room and stripped my shirt off.

“Holy shit,” I say under my breath, the corners of my mouth twitching up to a smile while I glide my hand over my broad chest, the other tracing my abs. I pinched myself for a moment, and once I was sure I wasn’t dreaming, continued to admire myself in the mirror. “It’s real.” I tell myself, letting my hand plunge inside my pants.

I couldn’t even recall much of what happened—all I remember was falling asleep as I watched Victor sneak back upstairs, the weird dream, and then this. Was it even really a dream, or was it what led to this? Did my wish somehow come true? I had no clue, and I didn’t really want to think much about it as I felt the strong urge to explore my new self, and mess around my new body, which I did.

It was the best feeling I’ve had, ever, and I found myself a little reluctant to pull myself off the bed once I was done and reeling from the afterglow. But when I did, I had to physically turn myself away from the mirror, or else I’d be playing with myself again. I decided to dress up, and since it was the weekend, maybe have some fun as Victor for a while.

I dashed down towards the kitchen, where I saw Richard preparing himself a bowl of cereal. “Well?” He asked, looking at me expectantly.

“Well what—” I start, then remembered earlier, when he was looking for me and his toy. “Oh. Yeah, Seth had to get home early, something was up. Didn’t mention Sarah.” I bluff, shrugging at him who eyes me suspiciously before sighing. “Look buddy, I have to go. Don’t tell mom, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.” He replies, pouring milk on his bowl. I grin at him, then gave him a wink as I grabbed Victor’s coat hanging on the bannister. I patted the pockets down, and quickly found his car keys.

Because of Richard’s revelation last night, I had a vague idea of how to spend the day: back in Victor’s university. I don’t know what was up with him and his boyfriend, but I plan to take advantage of it. I checked his phone earlier, and he had a couple of messages and calls from who I assume was his boyfriend, Jude.

The road outside was fortunately already cleared, no more snow or sheets of frozen puddle so driving out wasn’t much of a problem. The streets and many turns leading to his university felt like I knew them all along, like muscle memory, so it wasn’t long until I was looking for a spot to park my car. I didn’t have all his memories, it seemed like the more I try to think about them, the more I can jog my memory back out.

Once I parked the car, I had to pause to ‘feel’ where Victor would usually go. The campus was sprawling, and despite the cold, there were still more than a handful of people up and about. I walked for a bit, glancing at the looming building that I was sure were the student dorms. I took the moment to gloat at my reflection, taking a picture of myself and wondering what had happened to the real Victor.

I grinned, before pocketing my phone as I made my way towards the building. Well, I couldn’t care less where he was now. Sure, I had a slight twinge of guilt gripping my heart, but it wasn’t as if I did this intentionally.

I don’t even know how long this will last, what the reason behind this was, or what happened to my old self. It was all confusing, and the thought of my old self just disappearing after all this crept like a silent fear in my gut.

But to be honest, part of the entire ordeal filled me with a strange excitement—I’ve always looked up to Victor, and also envied him a little, and now the universe has given me all that he had with the bonus that he swung the same way I did. Heck, all I even wished for was to look as great as he does. I don’t know, it seems like it was rewarding me somehow in this way. Or was this some Freaky Friday scenario too?

I laughed the latter idea off, it sounded ridiculous, and it was much fun to think of the former. But if it was the latter, well, I can’t say I’m complaining. I shrugged it all off, suppressing both the anxiety and guilt inside me as I pushed the doors open.

Whatever this entire thing was, I’m going to have a hell of a time regardless. And that starts with whatever’s up with Victor and Jude. Though, I wonder, could I fix it if I walked in on him in their dorm room shirtless?

I don’t get many requests from girls…. actually I think this is the first one… that I know of.

But sure I can swap your body with that of your roommates. I’m sure by the time you have worked out how to use his fat cock you’ll be three loads deep in his girlfriend and he’ll have only just stopped playing with his new tits. 

Though you’d want to vanish quick because he might freak out once he comes to terms with what happened. I’m sure with his hunky body you could find somewhere to crash, that is if you are up for cheating on your new girlfriend….. 

But… if you play your cards right you could end up with both his girlfriend and him (inside your body) as bed partners.

I browse on some of the commenter's account, some fit babes I would love to spend some times with. Hmmmm....they really make me chubbing up, this 7 inches boner is clearly begging for a release, but maybe I should just use the sultry chats I did with other girls for now as the base fantasy to release this sexual arousal from me

Aside from the dump I took and the jack off sesh, it was just yet another plain and rather quick shower. I guess I got desensitized by it, but seriously, it feels so mundane now. All those organic goodness or the fragrant soap and shampoo, the incredibly soft toothbrush bristles, not necessarily outstanding after you lived through it for most of the times.

I dried my hair with a hair dryer and then take a good look of myself in the mirror as I grabbed my hair and pose for the girls that commented on my latest post

"Just showered while looking at your pic,"

I add some flirty wink emoji and an eggplant emoji, and she replied with a laugh and showed her sweaty body

"Just finished my workout. Surprised that you are replying, to DM too,"

"Just tryna be nice to my lovely fans. Just got dressed, you should stop being so God-damn hot or I'll mess up my clothes,"

Without waiting for her reply, I just locked my phone and heads out. She'll certainly reply but I don't want to look too desperate or anything, girls are just side pieces anyway, not a priority.

I grabbed my suitcase and left my apartment. I locked it from outside and then head back to the first floor as soon as possible as I'm heading to the airport and my coach and the driver provided by the association has been waiting for me.

Again, not necessarily something exciting, so I distracted myself to my phone, chatting again with her.

"Bored as fuck,"

"Me too. Well, at least you are going to that tournament in Italy, right? I literally never left my home states,"

"Cali is big as fuck though,"

"Still. Isn't it nice, being able to travel all over the globe doing something you love?"

Okay, clearly she's restraining herself from making this a flirty exchange, so might as well ignore her. Listening to my coach talking to the driver and smelling the air inside this Benz that takes me to the airport, I did not feel envious at all about the life I lead as Giulio. Yes, I might be in my sweat-drenched Albanian bed, all day long staying inside my apartment doing nothing but busy with this console.

But not like anyone can tell that thousand of kilometres away, a controlled puppet of mine is looking like a normal 21 years old equestrian champ. And hey, at least I'm in control of my own physical movement while he's barely able to even put on his clothes until I made him do it. He might have the money from his rich parents, the fame from being a social media inspiration for many, or the dashing good look. But let me just emphasize that he's basically a lifeless husk of a man as I planted those nanite into him through that heat patch. They were fast-acting, quickly absorbed by people's skin and entered your blood system before the effect finally kicks in, taking over full control of the physical system before they could ever realize it.

I'm currently trying to develop a way to synchronize what my puppet experience as also my experience, despite me just laying around in the confine of my bedroom. Lucky for me that he's rich so I can make him transfer some paycheck (like what I did for the past few months) to me to finance the development of the project. And since he's going to Italy, maybe I should come pay him a visit and hand some "heat patch" so he can get some more body that have bloody amount of money that I can milk for my likings. It's a tough job already handling one puppet, but I believe I still have the bandwidth if the second body is not necessarily as high-flying or super sociable as Giulio over here. Or maybe I should expand the backroom work here by adding some crews who can control bodies of their own.....

"Oh god, why isn't he here yet? His flight should've arrived over an hour ago... God having my horny mind and seeing the thick meaty thighs of my cousin's body are the worst combo..."

I looked around hoping I'd see my older cousin Dennis come running up to greet me any minute now. And of course switch our bodies back.

You see, I was coming over here to the state to meet up with the rest of the family. However, I absolutely dreaded flying. I would get panic attacks and hyperventilate the entire flight. So, being the smart and kind older cousin he was, Dennis here came up with the idea of having us test out this new app called "Swappr". Although it was advertised mostly for couples to swap bodies temporarily to have them discover what their partner's bodies were like, we thought it might be a creative way of dealing with my fear of flying. He would take the flight as me, and I would wait here in his body. His incredibly hung and sexy body....

OK, I might have a small crush on him, I know... but could you blame me? He's smart, he's kind, and he's so handsome. He's the only one in my family that actually finds me interesting to talk to, and we would often chat about nerdy things online from time to time. Although having planned all this for a week now, we've been chatting nonstop everyday. Him telling me what allergic food I had to avoid while in his body, and how to best act around my new family so not to raise suspicion. After all, no one in the family would know, because we wanted to play it off like I had finally managed to conquer my fear of flights.

So here I am, in the hot body of my cousin, waiting for him to arrive with my real body. For the last few hours I've been inside this body, as the app only allowed a maximum swap time limit of six hours. My flight would take seven hours though, which meant we opened the app and switched our minds an hour into the flight. Fortunately I don't think anyone saw me pull out my phone and disabled the flight mode. Not that it had ever been any harm, right?

Now the biggest problem though, since I opened my eyes and found myself in a much taller and muscular body, was how fucking horny I've been constantly! I don't know if it's because of my cousin's body, some weird aphrodisiac effect by the app, or simply just the thought of having my mind in this body. I've seriously been trying so hard not to touch and play with myself, as wrong as it was while in possession of someone else's body, but every time my hand accidentally brushed against my crotch or I saw Dennis' handsome face in my reflection on the phone screen, I'd find myself dying to run into the closest restroom to rub a big one out. And yes, I have taken a peek into what's in these pants of his as I had to take a pee a few hours ago (and a few times while sitting here!), and let me tell you... My cousin's fucking huge!

Shit! The thought of his massive manhood instantly made me chub up... I can already feel the pre leaking into and soaking these underwear of his. Fuck! I've got no choice! I'm just gonna have to lock myself in one of the airport's public toilets and jerk one off. I would promise to be quick, but judging from the way I've been feeling while in this body, high chances are I'll be in there for at least half an hour... rubbing myself dry over and over again...

Sorry Dennis! But you'll just have to wait for me to finish up my "affairs" with your body first! They're very urgent..." I thought to myself amusingly as I ran off towards the closest restroom.

Dennis' phone in my back pocket gave off a few buzzes, but I paid it no mind as my hands were already cupping the chubbed up bulge I my pants.

.....

Unbeknownst to me though, the plane my cousin was on had to make an emergency landing in a city close by where I lived. Apparently there had been some turbulence and electronic malfunctioning as the plane passed through a storm a few hours ago. Some flickering lights occurred, and a few TV-screens shut down. But it wasn't until an hour later that one young passenger was found deceased, his hand clutching a phone with the app "Swappr" on the screen.

As the deceased body was carried off the plane, a flashing message briefly emerged on the phone screen:

"Swappr takes no responsibility in cause of death. Should this occur, any and all traces of the apps involvement will be deleted from the user's phones. All profiles still active at that point in time will be permanentally blocked from further usage.

Thank you for using Swappr and enjoy your new bodies"

images submitted by Anonymous for the Summer Season (2015)

Workout Take-Out (Continuation)

It’s been a while since I first discovered my wonderful ability to take over the bodies of gym guests, here at the KY Gym. My first five bodies are still living, lucky them, and I am still taking over victims as I see fit. Haha, get it? Fit? I’ve been dead for too long. But I might just get a second chance.

It was only a matter of time until you figured out how to pull it off, how to steal the body of your fit young neighbor - the pesky neighborhood punk who regularly made your life hell with his constant selfish adolescent shenanigans and loud and rowdy parties going on all hours of the night. 

Well now, the shoe is on the other foot, or now your feet - Your new larger lean young feet leading up to fit young muscular legs, built with years of soccer and running (something you rarely had interest in your previous existence, especially now that you were getting on in years). Despite the slight hangover you felt banging in your head, you knew this was going to be well worth the hassle.

Something hefty wiggled in those gray boxers as you checked out your new physique in the tiny mirror of this lad’s bathroom, flexing those small but toned arms and giving yourself a cheeky look - just imaging all the mischief you were about to get up to - now that you were in control of this fine young body!

Yes, today was the first day of the rest of your life - your new life - as the fit young neighborhood punk… The fit young neighborhood stud!

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God! This is the second week in a row I’m stuck in Felicia’s older stepbrother’s body. I hate being a boy, it’s so icky! But one of us has to do it to keep him out of our hair while we get crazy and so some things our parents would kill us for doing if they knew.

Well, at least Bradley is kinda cute, not as hunky as my boyfriend Ricky, he’s on the football team at school, but I guess things could be worse. Of course, what’s crazy is when I have Bradley’s body, I can’t help but check out Felicia and Heather while they’re crashed out after drinking just a few wine coolers.

I had a few too, but I guess being bigger and older, and a boy now, it didn’t affect me as much as them. Though I do feel a little buzzy, and this stupid thing in these boxer shorts keeps getting hard all the damned time… especially when I see Heather and Felicia all tangled up in the bed like that. God… they look so hot!

Shit! What am I saying? Ugh, see, that’s exactly why I hate being Bradley… I start thinking things like that, and then I end up with a hard on all the time. I haven’t even done anything with Rick more than making out and cuddling, so it’s kind of funny that Bradley’s dick was the first dick I’ve seen up close like this. But it’s the only way to make this hard on go away – I just hope the girls can’t hear me playing with Bradley’s dick in the bathroom. I hate to admit it, but it really does feel good afterwards – I just hate dealing with it all the time and dealing with being a boy for the night.

I think I’m gonna have to sleep in Bradley’s room, there’s no way I can trust myself or this body to sleep with the girls in Felicia’s bed tonight. But then, I wonder if maybe that’s what they’re expecting to happen? Damn, that would be dirty if that’s their plan…

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When they were approached by Gaia Corporation with the offer of a lifetime to become the heads of their legal department, they took it on without question! What did they get as benefits? Well, becoming young, hot and strapping; gaining TikTok fame, and a lot of money to make them rich.

I mean, look at them now:

“Fuck your ass is hot Robert. You like that?”

“Bro… My name is James now. You gotta call me by my son’s name. I’ve been calling you Josh. But FUCK, that does feel good! My ass is so fucking perky now. I haven’t had an ass like this… well since I was his age. Such a fucking shame it hasn’t gotten any action till now.”

“Mmmm fuck. I’m is so horny right now. You gonna help me fix this problem bro?” Josh says showing his massive hard-on to his friend.

“Yeah bro. We just gotta keep it down. We don’t want our wives… ahem… our moms to find out we’re doing this upstairs. They think we’re just playing video games.”

“Well, I guess we’re just gonna have to do this more often then. I have more of the possession potion back at my place.”

"HEY BESTIE," screamed Josh as he entered your place.

"Oh hey, Josh," You replied hugging your best friend.

Josh was the first arrival for your party, and for good reason too. You two were going to need some alone time. For the longest time ever, you had a crush on Josh. He was your best friend since you were little and you did so much together. Unfortunately, when you thought he was going to ask you out in high school, he instead came out as gay. You didn't hate him for it, you were just disappointed he wouldn't be yours.

Out of both of you, he was the lucky one. He was dating the nicest guy around, David, who was lovely, and the two felt sweet together, but you envied this. A few days ago, you had broken up with Brad after three weeks. He was hot and had a big dick, but he was gross and disgusting, with some bad views. So now you were single, bored and had a huge crush on your gay best friend. What do you do? You go to a shady website and buy some bath bombs, except these bath bombs are different. They could alter the people in the water to become something else. Naturally, you went for a large selection of fuckboi and jocks ones. All you needed to do was get Josh in the jacuzzi early while you changed. They recommended using half for a single person, but obviously, you wanted your friend to remain mostly gay and keep his kind personality, so you used just under a quarter.

You watched him get changed into his swim shorts, smiling naturally as you prepared yourself for your pre-party starter. Once Josh got into his shorts he quickly sat down in the Jacuzzi.

"Aren't you joining?" he asked.

"Oh, I will be," you smirked, "But first I need to go to my room to get changed. Hey, here's a little starter for a relaxing afternoon," you said, getting out a bath bomb. You broke a piece off and dropped it in. The water began to fizz up instantly.

"Wow this feels amazing," Josh said, resting his head on the side and closing his eyes.

"Oh, these are gonna be great, but we're only putting little bits in at a time, so save it," you smiled, before putting the rest of the bath bomb down.

"Don't take too long," joked Josh as you walked back into the house to get changed. As you turned a corner, you felt great. Everything was working as planned. You looked out the window and saw a few small changes appearing on Josh. You went back to get changed, and put on some makeup.

Ten minutes passed, and you began to hear moaning. It was coming from the Jacuzzi, Josh was in trouble. You rushed back to the window to check on him. You gasped at what you saw. His body had grown and morphed way too much, while his pale skin had developed a bronze tan. You looked closer and could see his body become toned with muscle, he looked so hot now. But part of this was wrong, he wasn't your plaything, and now he looked nearly unrecognisable. However, he didn't look as if he was in pain. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying it as he changed more. But you couldn't stand here and do nothing you had to get him out of there.

"Josh are you ok? Josh?!, Josh!!!" you yelled as you rushed out, but he just kept on moaning. As you got closer you could see more of his changes. He had a set of washboard abs and two large pecs. His arms had blossomed with muscle. His face hadn't changed too much, keeping much of his boyish features. His usual hair was quite short, but now it had grown into a curly jungle on top while the sides were cut down to size 1 fades. His hair had also taken on a golden brown colour.

"Josh?!!" You repeated as you got closer to him. His moaning slowed down, and the jacuzzi stopped bubbling. He looked up at you as the moaning stopped, for a split second, his eyes looked as if they had a hint of fear as if he was crying to get out. But then his face re-arranged into a cocky expression. You had to admit he was sexy now, there was no way anyone could say no to him.

"Hey babe," Josh said seductively.

"Josh," you repeated again.

"Come and join me in the jacuzzi? I have something to tell you" he slyly cooed. You came closer and closer, not taking your eyes off of his sexy body. You gently sat down in the pool slightly uneasy at what was before you. Was he still Josh?

Josh continued to smirk at you. Something about him felt different. His voice oozed cockiness and yet retained Josh's old soft and gentle feeling.

"Come closer, babe, I want to whisper it in your," he seductively asked, as he lurched forward into the middle of the jacuzzi. You were unsettled by this but did it anyway. You looked down and saw as Josh began groping himself, eager to get the monster under his shorts out. As he got close, he gently put one arm around the back of your head, holding it softly, while the other one reached in and got out his large Python. His lips met your ear before whispering.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out here, babe," the words echoed into your brain. It was so wrong, and yet you couldn't say no. Your underwear sunk to the bottom of the jacuzzi, and Josh's smirk became wider as horniness took over him. He gently pushed you back onto a seat and confidently lowered his cock right up to your hole.

"No Josh," you said, trying to defuse the situation. This was wrong, Josh was your best friend, and he was ga...

Your thoughts came to a halt as Josh's python found its way inside you. He went in deep taking his time, and savouring the moment. He said he wanted to fuck your brains out, and that's what he was doing. Any thoughts or worries vanished, as his lips began gently kissing your neck all over. Josh was still the same, but now he was cockier, more muscular, and most importantly one hundred per cent straight. God, he was good, but you wanted more. Your hands rubbed his soft skin, feeling his abs and pecs, before hugging him tightly, and pulling him in further, causing an eruption of pleasure for both of you. You moaned loudly before moving your head. You opened your eyes and looked at the side. You panicked again as your saw, well didn't see the bath bomb from before. Josh must've put the whole thing in. But before your panic went any further, Josh shot his load deep inside of you and put you at ease.

Your phone buzzes, and it's a text from David. Josh doesn't seem to care though, still only focused on you. But then you worry for a second, thinking about how you're going to explain this to David. Your eyes look past your phone, and at the container of other bath bombs.

David would love one of those you thought, and he was a bit small too. Plus it's not like you didn't have plenty of girlfriends coming over later on that he could play with.

I was extremely happy when the bell rang on the distance as that meant no more school for the next couple of weeks. My family had planned this for so long and I couldn’t wait for our road trip to begin. I quickly grab my belongings and run through the school halls. I didn’t pay attention and I accidentally stumble with Jason Roberts. He was extremely mad, and he quickly grabbed me by my neck. I was very unlucky that one of my teachers were there and they send us to the principal office. “I would kill you” Jason said as we walked to that room. I never understand what was his problem, he always seemed to be angry and he never hesitate to make a cruel joke or a mean comment. He believed that he was the coolest man alive, but the truth is that no one liked him. I have been the victim of his harassment for all these months and I jut wish that someone could give him a lesson. However, he was an important part of the football team and I was certain that, for the time being, he had an upper hand.

I looked through the window as we entered the principal’s office. I looked at the cheerleaders playing on the garden and then I saw her. Julia was the most beautiful women that I have ever met. She had been my crush since we were on freshman year, the only problem is that I am certain that she didn’t know about my existence. Even if she does, she would never saw me in the way that I want. I was just your typical nerd, bullied by the cool guys, extremely introvert and bad at sports. There is no way that I am going to be able to compete with someone like Vince Julian. He was the class president, a natural born leader and a guy with an incredible charismatic aura. I could understand why Julia fall for him and I just wished that I could be a little more like him.

Mr. Leatham didn’t hesitate to scold us. He was clearly annoyed by Jason’s attitude, and he even menaced us by saying that next time that we make a scene on the school he would give us a suspension. For the time being, he sent us to detention, and he didn’t listen to anything that I have to said. I could only feel very frustrated by his decision. I don’t doubt that he does a good work as the dean of this small high school on an administrative level, but this certainly proves that he was disconnected with what was really happening with his students.

It was getting dark when I start my journey towards my home, I was certain that my parents would be very disappointed at me and that I have ruined the family trip. I was walking when I heard a woman crying, it was obvious that she was hurt but no one was helping her. It was very strange as no one was aiding her. The other people in there just ignored her, as if she didn’t existed. She was on the middle of the street and then I heard a truck coming in the distance. I know that she could be killed, and I just run towards her aid. Then everything went completely dark.

“You were able to see me” The woman said as I opened my eyes. I immediately felt perplexed as I found myself in a very big room. The place was hundredth of stories high and the place continue until I lost sight in the distance. There were thousands of spinning wheels aligned, each one after another. All of them were moving and I could see a small string coming from each one of them. I looked up and saw that strings moving to different windows at the top of the place. “You should be here, this is a mistake” She said as I saw a broken machine in front of her. That machine had a small string coming from it and I noticed that it went towards my belly button.

“Where I am?” I said a little bit scared.

“This is where the world is created, where the Moirai create reality”

“Moirai?”

“Gods of destiny… it’s very sad to see that humans have forgotten about our existence”

“You were crying?”

“I was”

“Why?”

“Because my sisters send me to the human realm. It was just a couple of minutes, but it was an horrible experience, I learned my lesson”

“Why did they punished you?”

“Because I cut the strings of people that I consider to be unworthy of their lives. They told me that there is a reason for the existence to even the evilest people in this world, that they were a necessary thing and that I have no right to interfere in our father’s plan. We are supposed to be just weavers and nothing more”

“So, I am death?”

“Yes, that truck destroy your machine. But rejoice, soon you will go to the Elysium”.

“I don’t want to die, there so many things that I want to do”

“I am so sorry boy”

“You cut the life of people that you seemed unworthy, so why don’t you help someone that could do something good for this world”.

“It’s true that you try to save me. I shouldn’t help you, but your destiny wasn’t to die this day”

I heard some steps in the distance and the woman grab me by my arm as we began to run. We arrived in a place filled with broken spinning wheels. She told me to hide and I waited for several minutes. Then she approached me and in front of me were 3 functioning wheels.

“You have a noble soul and you deserve to be alive. People like you would make this world a better place. I cannot give your life back, but I can help you to be alive again”

“You are suggesting”

“To the life of another man, this is my gift to you”

“I would be someone else… but I don’t want to”

“I saw into your heart and I choose 3 lives that I am certain that they would make you a happy man. You can choose whomever you want”

“If I don’t choose any, what will happen”

“Well you journey to Elysium will begin”

“Who they are?”

“The first one is from a man called Jason Roberts, he is strong, and I know that you secretly admired his confidence. The second one is Vince Julian, a man that you think that he has everything that you wanted. The last one is Tomas Leatham, you think that you can do better his work and I think that you are right”

“If I choose any of them, would I still remember who I am”

“Yes, you will remember every part of it”

“I don’t know if I am going to be able to pretend to be anyone of them”

“I am sure that you will figure it out”

“So how does it works?”

“Just grab one of the strings, I would do the rest”

I approached the strings, now I only needed to decide who I wanted to become:

The jackass, Jason Roberts

The golden boy, Vince Julian

The serious dean, Thomas Leatham

I was invited to a ball game by my buddies. I thought “why not? I haven’t been to one in a while” and expressed as much. They even said they had a surprise for me that’ll happen in the middle of the game. Naturally, I was anxious the whole time as to what it could be!

And then I got called down to the field by the announcer! That was surprising! They then talked about my struggles with weight loss with the whole crowd and how my friends were worried about how I gave up recently. And so they decided to transform my body into one worthy of a professional baseball player!

I tried to tell them not to waste such an expensive procedure on me, but they thought I was just being humble.

I sent this picture to my boyfriend after telling him what happened. My friends didn’t know that I had quit because he actually likes fat guys and I felt happy being fat for once.