Male Shapeshift

The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.

With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.

The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.

He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.

"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?

Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.

Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.

His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.

Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.

Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.

Charlie's jaw dropped as his normally serious, reserved husband Jack sashayed across the living room wearing only a tiny pair of tight gold shorts that clung to every curve of his perfect ass.

"Wanna play with my butt?" Jack said with a tone of cheerful playfulness that was out of character for him. He gave Charlie an irresistible stare like he was an excited puppy wagging his tail for a treat. "Please, Charlie-Baby? Just a little?"

Jack hopped onto the couch next to Charlie, bouncing his asscheeks up and down as the shorts rode higher and higher up. He then flipped around and started rubbing his chest and nipples while Charlie watched in disbelief.

"Where did you even find those shorts?" he finally managed to blurt out.

"I dunno," Jack replied nonchalantly as he began to rub his boner through the stretchy, thin material, "They were in the back of the closet. Maybe from Halloween a few years back?" He raised an eyebrow. "Do you think they're sexy?"

"They are!" Charlie had to admit, "I've just never seen you wear them before!"

Charlie was half amused, half bewildered by the drastic change in his husband's behavior that morning. What he didn't realize was that Zachary, the slutty, horny ghost inhabiting Jack's body, was having a the time of his afterlife transforming Charlie's hunky husband into a silly, sex-obsessed himbo.

Jack purred, "Come on, Charlie-Baby, let's take this to the bedroom."

Eagerly, Charlie followed. "What on earth has gotten into you?" he asked with delight.

"Just trying something different," the ghost, Zachary smiled convincingly and gave a sly wink from inside Jack's body, "Do you like it?"

Charlie nodded earnestly in response, "I do!"

(Original story posted July 10th 2022) This story has been Updated!

“Oooh yeah, these’ll do perfectly” Josh grinned as he pulled a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs out of the hamper before giving the pouch a sniff. He shivered at the lingering scent of cock and balls that clung to the fabric. Making sure to savour it with a few deep inhales before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a tiny vial of strange glowing liquid. “This stuff had better work” He mumbled to himself.

Earlier that day Josh had stumbled across a small shop just outside town that he’d somehow never noticed before. It was tucked away with a single pathway that led towards the shop. It wasn’t any normal shop though as both the sign on the outside and the man running the shop claimed to be selling truly magical items.

At first he assumed it was all tricks and scams as most normal people would. That was until the owner took a small bottle from the shelf behind him and took a small sip to prove that what he was selling was the real deal. One could only imagine Josh’s shock as he watched this bald middle aged man suddenly grow a full head of thick salt and pepper hair. Flawless hairline and all. Needless to say the sceptical younger man was a bit more inclined to believe after that. And so, after the shock had worn off, this led to him browsing the shop's many items himself.

Josh stopped when he came across another particularly eye-catching potion. ‘Form Exchange’ the label read. Josh’s eyes lit up upon reading the description for it. It was a potion that allowed two people to exchange physical forms and the only additional requirement was to be wearing an article of clothing blogging to whomever you wanted to trade with. Immediately he just knew he had to buy it.

This led to Josh essentially breaking into the house of his former college professor, Richard Harrington. He’d been drooling over that man his entire way through college and was the reason he wished he didn’t have to leave. The only reason Josh passed the course was because the only thing stronger than his desire to stare at his sexy professor’s ass in those fitted suit pants was his desire to make the older man proud of him. With this potion however, he could be closer to Mr Harrington than he’d ever thought possible.

That brings us back to the present with Josh giving his teacher’s used briefs another long deep sniff. It smelled even better than he’d imagined. If hadn’t been so excited to see the results of the potion, he would have stood here all night huffing Mr Harrington’s scent.

He managed to compose himself before popping off the cork on the potion bottle. He didn’t drink it though. Instead he’d been instructed to douse the chosen item of clothing in the potions magic. So that’s what he did, gently pouring the glistening liquid over the soft white fabric. He expected it to stain but instead the potion was absorbed almost instantly with hardly any trace. Seconds later, the briefs glowed for a brief moment with a magical aura.

His heart was already racing with excitement as he stripped off his clothes, all the while not being able to get the image of Mr Harrington out of his head. Specifically the time said teacher crush had bent forwards right in front of Josh, giving him the spectacle of a view that was Mr Harrington’s thick daddy ass stretched tight across the back of his pants. It was a memory Josh had long since carved into his brain, never to forget. Needless to say by the time Josh was nude and ready to slip on the briefs, his cock was hard as steel.

He took the briefs before pulling them up his legs until they rested nicely over his ass and crotch. For a good few moments he didn’t feel any different. He just felt like a pervert wearing his old professor's underwear. Josh stepped in front of the long full length mirror sitting in Mr Harrington’s bedroom to see if anything had changed. At first there was nothing, causing him to sigh outwardly. Maybe what he’d seen in the shop was just tricks after all and he’d done all this on a con. Oh well. At least he could steal these briefs and a few other pieces of his professor’s clothes to jerk off over.

Just as he was about to take them off however, the briefs glowed once more…

Josh couldn’t help but lurch over slightly as he felt a sudden shock of energy course through his body. An otherworldly blend of pleasure and heat pulse around is crotch. Within moments the bulge in the professor's briefs started to grow and fill out the pouch more comfortably than before. His already decent sized cock thickened considerably and gained some noticeable length. The pure sensitivity as it engorged caused Josh’s face to twist with ecstasy. His balls followed the same example, his sack feeling fuller and heavier by the second as his nuts grew into large testosterone producing and cum churning factories. This in turn caused the hefty tip of his dick to drool, creating a small patch of precum on the briefs. Josh swiftly pulled open the front said briefs to find a new cock that certainly wasn’t his own but judging by how perfectly it filled out the pouch, he had a pretty good idea who it belonged to. Or used to belong too anyway…

The bulge only continued to grow as his dick grew stiffer by the second, swiftly returning to its rock hard state. Only now his erection was much more impressive than it had ever been. Fat and throbbing as it threatened to burst through the underwear. Josh would’ve been more focused on that had it not been for the warm sensation he felt building in his backside. Turning his rear to the mirror, Josh was greeted with the sight of his once average butt expanding and filling out the back of Mr Harrington's underwear as if they were his own. He ran a hand across his thickening ass, enjoying how supple it looked and felt. It was unmistakable. That was very same he’d nutted over time and time again to the thought of fucking it. It was Mr Harrington’s ass. And now it was his! Josh wanted nothing more than to rip off the underwear and start grabbing at his new bubbly teacher butt.

Unfortunately he was soon distracted by the sight and feeling of his waist tightening a little before his torso extended, slightly increasing his height. His height would only continue to increase as his legs were next to experience some changes. They extended somewhat, pushing him taller, before thickening with some extra size. The bulking of his legs wasn’t massively noticeable due to Josh’s already somewhat large thighs and calves. He’d always considered his legs as being one of his best traits. Though that didn’t stop them from getting stronger and firmer as what was once fat making his legs look thick was quickly replaced by seasoned muscle. He could feel it immediately. His legs felt powerful as fuck! And his thighs… god if they weren’t his own he’d want to shove his dick between them until he spilled his load.

Josh hummed in anticipation as the next change began to make itself known. The heat traveled upwards towards Josh’s torso yet again. He could see the change immediately and a cocky smirk couldn’t help tug at his lips. Most excess fat around his stomach region melted away, giving rise to an incredible set of abs. That however was swiftly overshadowed by the fast ballooning of his chest. Josh couldn’t help letting out a soft moan as his once flat chest heated up with the flow of transformative magic gushing into them. He did his best to bite his lip as a pair of perfectly sculpted pecs swelled out before him. They were so irresistible that Josh grabbed them almost on instinct before starting to knead and caress the new pillowy muscle with a face full of bliss. Hardly even taking notice of how the heat had moved towards his back, causing it to broaden his figure. During this he couldn’t help but let a few more grunts escape his lips as the feeling briefly returned downwards, causing his toes to curl as his feet began to stretch and grow slightly.

After that Josh’s arms began to buzz with energy. His traps and shoulders were first, bulging larger and and more rounded in a way that gave his growing form an even more masculine shape. It then moved down to his biceps and triceps. Filling them with satisfying warmth before filling them with power that caused them to inflate. Bulking them up considerably with size and definition Josh never imagined he’d have. Lastly capping things off with some extra beef in his forearms and the subtle growth of his hands.

Everything below his head had changed. Every part of his body. He’d gotten taller, more muscular and certainly more well endowed. But most interestingly Josh could feel the maturity of his new form as well. Though his body felt stronger than ever, he could also tell that it’d aged. Displaying the form not only of a fit man, but a fit middle aged man.

It wasn't long until an itching sensation galloped across Josh’s entire body paired with the same heat that’d been changing him so far. Hair began to spread across his chest, abdomen, forearms and even a little across his ass before finally coating his legs to match. But it didn’t stop there. Some of the hairs that grew over his chest even began to change colour to that of a dark grey to really help exemplify the new age of Josh’s body.

Now all that was left was Josh’s youthful face. It wouldn’t stay that way for long though as the pleasurable heat was moving swiftly up and over his head. His jaw hung agape as he hummed in pure euphoria, his head already beginning to reshape itself. His features shifted as they grew older and more mature. The small bit of facial scruff that covered his face grew into a full but short and well kept beard while his hair restyled itself. All the while his eyes changed colour and lost their youthful glow in exchange for a wise and manly yet still soft look. Then all that was left was for his hair to pepper itself with a plentiful amount of silver and grey hairs to truly complete his hot dilf look.

Finally his transformation was complete.

None of it even felt real at first. Like it was all some extremely vivid lucid dream. But no. This was real. The potion was real. The man staring back at him in the mirror was no longer the young 22 year old who’d had a desperate crush for his college professor. He couldn’t believe it but… the man staring back at him was that very man! He was Mr Fucking Harrington!!!

If Josh wasn’t so focused on groping and squeezing every part of his newly transformed body, he might’ve noticed just how much his pupils dilated with raw unfiltered lust while staring at his new reflection. His new cock twitched, leaking even more precum when he heard his new voice for the first time. It was so much deeper and with such a natural authoritative edge to it that made Josh feel more manly than he ever had in his life. And his moan. Oh his moans! Hearing the low rumble in his throat as used his hot professor’s voice to make such needy, pleasurable noises was sending him over the edge!

He must’ve spent the next hour in front of that mirror worshiping himself. Completely and utterly entranced by the body he’d stolen. He’d touched and explored every nook and cranny of his newly acquired form. Naturally it wasn’t long before he’d whipped out his fat daddy cock and jerked it with an almost animalistic desire. Needless to say he splattered the mirror many of Mr Harrington’s belongings with his dilf ball batter countless times already, eagerly lapping up every drop afterwards. Despite his mature age, that didn’t stop his balls from churning out bucket loads of his new dilf seed and it tasted fucking delicious.

Right now the only thing that felt nearly as incredible as worshipping himself and cumming everywhere was the feeling of exploring his new ass.

Josh had eventually found himself sliding his fingers between his firm new bubbly ass cheeks in an effort to explore his professor's juicy looking hole. Seeing as Mr Harrington had been a straight man, Josh’s new hole was extremely tight smd wasn’t expecting any visitors. That said, just one meaty finger was enough to have him both moaning in pleasure and gritting his teeth in pain. He’d certainly need to remember to buy some toys to help stretch out this former straight man’s asshole in preparation for taking some huge cock later down the line. But for now he had to admit that having such a mature yet tight hole was hot as fuck.

Eventually, once he’d finally calmed down enough from his horny escapades and had completely drained his new balls, Josh decided to further explore what his new home had to offer. He didn’t get much further than the bedroom closet though as the allure of trying on a bunch of Mr Harrington’s outfits was far too compelling to resist. Each and every article of clothing fit him like a glove but what he enjoyed the most were the suits. Especially the pants. So goddamn form-fitting. He was almost hypnotised by the way his own ass pressed against the back of them. Just like Mr Harrington. But then as Josh turned back to face the mirror once more, straightening his tie a little, he thought of the funniest thing…

Next thing you know, the now 43 year old college professor is pulling all sorts of strange funny faces while doing silly dances in the mirror. Sticking out his tongue while jumping about like an idiot. He was cracking up while doing it but also found it sorta hot at the same time to see Mr Harrington in the mirror doing these silly dances that the professor would never have done. Seeing the body of the man he obsessed over act so out of character was erotic to say the least. That’s when an idea popped to mind. It was something he’d only ever imagined happening in wet dreams but he was about to make it reality. He turned his backside to the mirror yet again before spreading his legs apart and squatting down a little. And then?… he started fucking twerking! It was a little awkward at first considering Mr Harrington’s body had likely never tried it at first but he quickly started to adjust. He was practically shakin his ass for what felt like over half an hour until eventually he found himself absolutely throwing it back!. Josh was twerking his professors thick ass while wearing his suit and was somehow absolutely nailing it! Looking over his shoulder to see the action, his cock couldn’t help but twitch again.

As Josh was busy shaking Mr Harrington’s ass in the mirror however, the real Richard Harrington was currently across town still trying to figure out how and why the fuck he’d transformed into this 20 something year old guy he used to teach. Too bad for him that any effort to get his body back would be for naught as there was no way in hell Josh was ever going to return his new dilf body!

Bodyswap 2

🇮🇹 "Se sei un twink a caccia di giochi erotici, attento a non farti ipnotizzare dal primo daddy affascinante che capita. Rischieresti di farti rubare l'identità e di perdere ogni ricordo del tuo passato. E indovina un po'? Ora sei tu quel daddy affamato di twink."

He stood in that small apartment room, the ceiling light buzzing faintly above as sweat still glistened across every carved inch of the stolen body. His new hand—thick-fingered, veined, powerful—slid straight down the ripped abs and shoved the waistband low. The massive cock sprang free, already half-hard and heavy as fuck, the fat head glistening. He wrapped his fingers around the hot, throbbing shaft and gave it one long, slow pull from root to tip.

“Fuck… this is really happening. Yoshi’s thick cock in my hand… no, my cock now. So veiny, so heavy, I can barely close my grip around it.”

The trapped voice of the original owner exploded inside his skull, raw and furious. “Get the fuck out of my body right now, you sick freak! This is too weird!”

Adam just groaned low in the deep, resonant voice that now belonged to him and stroked again, slower, letting every ridge and vein slide under his palm.

“Too late, Yoshi. For now this perfect hunky body is all mine. Feel that? schlick The way it pulses? That’s me owning you.” Precum already leaked in a thick string from the wide slit, and he smeared it down the shaft with his thumb, the wet sound filthy in the quiet room. “Mmmph… so hot, so slick already. These balls are huge—full and low, swinging like they’re packed with weeks of cum. In my old scrawny body I never felt anything this heavy.”

He kept the pace deliberately slow, real-time, savoring every stolen sensation. His free hand roamed up to squeeze one massive pec, fingers sinking into the dense muscle.

“These tits are fucking ridiculous. So full, so heavy. Ohhhh yeahhh… they bounce when I stroke. Godddd, the weight of them…” He pinched the dark nipple hard, twisting, and the jolt shot straight to his cock, making it jump and spit more precum. “Ahhh—sensitive as hell. Uhhhnngh! Fuck yes, that zing right through the balls.”

Yoshi’s voice cracked with unwilling pleasure. “Stop—please—it feels too good… I can’t think straight…”

Adam laughed, deep and cocky, and brought his pumped arm up, burying his nose in the damp, hairy pit. He inhaled hard.

“Ohhh fuck, that musk… thick, salty, pure alpha stench. Hmmmmm yesss, It’s making my head spin and my cock leak even more. Smell it with me, Yoshi. This is what a real man reeks like, and I bet you never really noticed it before now.”

The trapped consciousness moaned despite himself. “N-no… that smell… it’s too strong…”

Adam stroked faster, the wet fap-fap-fap echoing.

“Exactly. Addictive. You wasted it and now it’s mine.”

He edged himself on purpose, slowing when the orgasm started to crest, letting the massive cock throb angrily in his fist, a long rope of precum dangling and dripping onto the floor.

“No no. Not yet. I want this load to be huge. Huuungghhh! Feel these balls pulling up? They’re so full it hurts—in the best way.” He flexed his free arm again, watching the bicep peak rise high and hard. “And look at this gun with those veins popping, muscle solid as rock. I used to jerk off to photos of you, you know? Now I am you hahahaha,”

Yoshi’s protests were getting breathier, breaking.

“I… I can feel everything… the stroke, the musk, the way the head flares… fuck, it’s too much… pleaseeee, get out of me!”

Adam answered out loud, voice husky with lust. “No can't do it, hottie. And that’s the point. Every stroke, every sniff, every flex is rewriting you. Straight little actor? Gone. Now you’re a horny, dominant muscle god who can’t stop touching himself. Imagine bending some pretty twink boy over and wrecking him with this monster. Or getting railed by a bigger stud while these pecs bounce. Fuck yeahhhh... the body wants it—needs it so bad.”

The mental image made the cock surge, another heavy spurt of precum. He brought the pit back to his nose and huffed while stroking hard.

“The musk mixed with my own precum… I could cum just from smelling myself.”

He edged twice more, stopping each time right on the brink, cock twitching violently, balls drawn up tight and aching. Sweat ran in rivulets down his chest, over the nipples, and down the deep cuts of his abs. He rubbed the sweat into his skin like lotion, then licked his own fingers.

“Oh yeah, salty… manly… tastes like power.”

Yoshi’s voice was barely a whisper now, broken with need. “Please… I can’t fight it anymore…”

Adam grinned, wide and feral.

“Now that's a good boy. Just give in. The old you is fading. I’m Yoshi Sudarso now—permanently. No going back.” He started the final climb, hand flying, hips snapping forward, the wet schlick-schlick-schlick loud and obscene. “Here it comes… balls boiling… Ahhhh… can’t hold it—!”

The orgasm detonated through the massive frame like a bomb. His deep voice ripped out in a guttural roar.

“AHHHH FUUUUCK—CUUUMMING!”

The first thick rope exploded with force, shooting high and splattering across his open mouth and chin, the hot, salty load flooding his tongue. He swallowed greedily. “Mmmph—fuck yes!” More powerful jets followed, painting long, glossy white stripes over the heaving pecs, running down the cleavage, over the nipples, and in thick streams down the shredded abs.

Drool dripped from his lower lip in a long, obscene strand, trailing down his neck and chest while more ropes kept pulsing out. Down there, the load still hit in exaggerated, endless waves. His balls emptying in heavy, satisfying spurts that lasted long seconds.

Adam's new muscular legs shook, one hand braced on the wall as the other kept milking the pulsing cock through every aftershock.

“Fuuuuck! So much—everywhere—ahh ahh!” The body convulsed, pleasure so intense his vision whited out, deep moans pouring out nonstop. When the last weak dribble finally oozed from the slit, he stood there panting, chest and abs completely glazed, cum cooling and dripping in shiny trails.

The inner voice was silent—gone, merged, erased in the overwhelming ecstasy. Only Adam remained, fully in control, the possession is complete and permanent.

He scooped a thick glob of cum from one pec with two fingers and sucked them clean with a wet slurp, eyes half-lidded in bliss.

“Tastes even better now he's finally gone hahaha. All is mine now.” He flexed both arms, cum still glistening on the peaks, and looked straight into the mirror with a cocky, satisfied smirk.

He gave the softening but still impressive cock one last slow stroke, smearing the remaining cum along the shaft.

“Round two in the shower. Then maybe at the gym. Then whoever I want to fuck or get fucked by hahahaha,” The room reeked of sweat, musk, and fresh cum. He breathed it in deep, already feeling the cock twitch again with renewed hunger.

“Now where's the script that I have to memorize, huh?”

Chance:

This week, I specifically made sure I didn’t make any plans. I’m back from college for the summer, my parents are out of town, and I’ve basically told all of my friends I’m sick.

Why? Well I want to do something I’ve waited years to try but I feel like I never really get an opportunity.

I’m come from a long line of possessors and my parents would kill me if they knew I was using someone else’s body. So I only tried possessing someone once and it was my own dad— and that was too weird.

And I’ve wanted to try again in college but having a roommate and the thought of him trying to “wake me up” while I look dead… yeah not a good idea.

So here I am, lying in my bed. I tried to cone up with a list of people but I don’t know, sometimes friends can be too personal.

Instead I decided to do this, just kinda go for it!

I close my eyes and concentrated on exiting out of my body. And the next second I’m floating over myself.

I swiftly fly out the window and I see someone who’s somewhat familiar. My neighbor down the block Mr. Thompson. Garrett’s dad.

Garrett was a guy from my grade who was the captain of our lacrosse team. He’s athletic, handsome, popular at the time, and a literal straight male alpha.

I used to have the biggest crush on, I would sit behind him in Chemistry hopping he would kick his shoe off or lift his arm high enough to see his pits.

I follow Mr. Thompson into the house hoping Garrett would be home. But it’s just Mr. Thompson.

So I figured, what the hell? Here goes nothing!

I fly into Mr. Thompson and it takes a second before I start seeing a new perspective. Mr. Thompson’s to be exact.

I look over his reflection, he’s a little sweaty. Must have just gotten back from a run.

“Not bad,” I say allowed while lifting up his shirt. I take pic with his phone and text it to myself.

I pull off his shorts and was surprised by the tight pair of undies he has on underneath.

I take another picture and text to my phone before I pull off his socks.

I flex his toes, they are hairy and surprisingly well kept. I let out a chuckle that sounds so manly.

I bring his dirty socks up to his face and sniff them. And it tickles his heard a bit.

I then yank off his underwear and I see a nice size semi-hard dick surrounded by a bush of hair.

I do a full 360 in the mirror and I grab on to his hairy ass cheeks.

I walk over to his shower and I turn on the water. While the water warms up, I proceed to sit on his toilet and bring his foot up close.

I start sniffing his toes, his feet have a very distinctive smell. I start wondering if Garrett’s feet smell like his dads.

I start fantasizing about Garrett’s feet, I never seen them before but I bet they are just as handsome as his fathers.

I look down at his father’s now hard dick.

I stand up and walk over to the mirror, steam starts filling up the bathroom. I hold on to Mr. Thompsons dick while toying the head of it.

Slight pre-cum leaks out and I taste it. I grin watching myself controlling Mr. Thompsons fingers as I lick it off.

“Mhm! Mr. Thompson that tasted good! Do you mind if I jerk off your rod for a bit?”

I step into the shower and the water feels so nice. I get his hairy chest good and wet before I start fondling his dick again.

I feel up and down his body, touching his face, down his chest all the way until I’m back at his dick.

I start pumping it this time, eager to feel an organism from some else’s body. Even if it’s someone’s dad that I know.

I pound his dick while letting out loud manly moans.

I look down at his hairy legs and feet. That’s when I start to picture Garrett— all sweaty coming home. Yanking his shirt off…

Here I am jerking it in his dad’s body picturing him. It’s so wrong… but I don’t care.

I start screaming out, “Oh Garrett!!! Daddy wants to lick your feet and pits!! Please son!!”

Hearing Mr. Thompsons voice sends me over the edge! I immediately start cumming spraying Mr. Thompsons load all over the place.

I finished my shower feeling a little guilty about what I have just done in Mr. Thompsons body.

I dry off and head out of the bathroom. I start looking around for his room. I go to open a door when I realized that I’m now standing outside of Garrett’s room.

I try to turn around but out of the corner of my eye I see a pair of Garrett’s dirty socks laying on his bed.

I almost stop myself but I can feel Mr. Thompson’s dick starting to get hard again.

I hop into Garrett’s bed and start sniffing his socks.

That’s when I hear a voice say, “dad! I’m home!”

“Oh shit!”

I quickly get out of Garrett’s bed and rush to get out.

That’s when Garrett sees me, “uhhh dad?”

<Jack> So I’ve got something to confess but you’ve gotta promise not to be pissed with me okay?

<Koby> Oh god. What the hell have you gone and done Jack?

<Jack> Well… You know how I’ve been using that magic amulet we found to switch bodies with sexy hunks and what not?

<Koby> How could I possibly forget you pinning me down time every night and fucking me with every new body you steal. My asshole still hasn’t recovered from the time you swapped with that meathead with the 9 inch cock. Why? What the hell have you done?

<Jack> Hahaha… Uhh… you see ever since we got the amulet there was a guy I wanted to swap with right away but I wasn’t sure you’d be happy with it. I’ll just show you…

<Koby> WHAT THE FUCK JACK!!! YOU SWITCHED BODIES WITH MY STEP-DAD?!

It all started a few months back when Jack got his hands on a very special amulet. It wasn’t long after he bought it from a strange jewellery shop that he found out about its ‘special properties’. The amulet allowed Jack to switch bodies with anyone he wanted! Just by wearing it and looking at the person he wanted to become with the intent of switching, it would happen. Almost instantly reality would shift as Jack’s body and clothes transformed into theirs while vice versa happened to the other person. Needless to say it was a thrilling experience that he and his boyfriend quickly began to abuse. Having Jack swap with all sorts of hot hunks to spice up the sex and dating lives. Always swapping Jack back to normal in the end though as not to make things too confusing. They even tried getting Koby to wear the amulet and switch with someone a few times but it only seemed to work for Jack for whatever reason.

But that’s where Koby’s step-dad Brian comes in. Jack had been crushing on the older man ever since the moment he laid eyes on him. He was such an incredibly handsome older daddy with perfect silver hair and voice that could melt Jack into a puddle. Not to mention Brian was jacked! Despite being a middle aged man he kept himself in incredible shape and it really showed. Koby had suspected for a while that Jack had a crush on his step-dad but had chosen to ignore it, knowing how awkward of a topic it would be.

That said, ever since obtaining the amulet, the idea of switching with Brian had plagued Jack’s horny mind almost every day. But he’d strayed away from it for the sake of his boyfriend. It’d be too fucked up. But as time went on… his desire for Brian’s body only grew.

It all came to a head when Jack went to visit Koby’s parents to drop a few things off while Koby was at work. Of course it just so happened that Koby’s step dad opened the door, seemingly getting ready to go to the gym. The older man was wearing a tank top that hugged his torso tightly, showing off his pecs generously to the point where Jack could clearly see Brain’s pointed nipples underneath. But what really made Jack want to cum on the spot were the incredibly short gym shorts that Brain had on that left nothing to the imagination. Showing off his meaty legs in all their glory and allowing for Jack to make out the outline of Brain’s thick dad dick.

“Heyyyy Jack! What’s up?” Brain asked with that perfectly masculine voice as he smiled kindly with his handsome bearded face. It was too much. Jack couldn’t contain himself.

“What’s up… is that I need your hot fucking dilf body!” Jack blurted out as he swiped the smiley out of his pocket and put it on.

“W-what!?” Brain’s expression quickly turned to shock and confusion. But before he could even process what was happening, Jack activated the amulet’s power.

Jack grinned maliciously as his body began bulking up considerably. His chest heaving forwards into thick pecs, his arms expanding with delicious looking mass and his legs practically ballooning with incredible new size and strength. And as muscle all over his body continued to bulge bigger, he also found himself growing older and more mature. His skin beginning to weather slightly as his hair greyed. His face swiftly twisted as its features changed almost in an instant before a short and well trimmed silver bearded grew across it. Jack couldn’t help groaning with excitement as he felt his body reshaping itself into a total daddy. His ass quickly becoming nice and rounded while his cock thickened considerably. Even the moans escaping his mouth deepened into much sexier ones that immediately made his new dick twitch.

All the while his clothes morphed along with his body. The baggy t-shirt he’d been wearing changed into the exact same form fitting tank top Brain had been wearing. The same happened with his jeans as they shrunk into the very same tight gym shorts he’d been wanting to rip off Brian seconds ago. Even his socks and shoes changed into Brian’s sports socks and trainers.

It seemed like an eternity but after only a short few seconds, Jack had completely transformed into his boyfriend’s hot step dad. All of that muscle. All that dick. All that hot dad energy. It all belonged to Jack now as he looked down at himself with eyes full of lust and wonder. Meanwhile Brian stood across from him, having just undergone the opposite transformation into Jack’s former body.

“W-what… W-what the F-FUCK is happening!? You look just like me!? And I… I feel weird. I don’t… why? What’s going on!? Why do you look like me!?!?” Brain screamed hysterically at the front door.

“Yessssss… finally. This body is mine.” Jack groaned as ran his hands across his new face and beard before lowering them to his chest and giving his pecs a squeeze. “Mmmmmm it feels even better than I imagined.”

Naturally Brain continued to be hysterical and demand answers from his imposter. Afraid of creating a scene, Jack pulled Brain into the house where he explained the situation. Telling the older man that he’d just switched their bodies. Brain began to rave and rant, demanding his body back but was quickly silenced when Jack threatened to never switch them back. Little did he realise how true that threat would soon become.

Jack made sure to spend a few hours admiring himself. Checking out every inch of Brian’s hot dad body. Touching it in every place he could think of. All the while the real Brian had to try and cover his ears and hide in another room so as to not have to listen to his step son’s boyfriend moaning about how much he loved his hot hunky dilf body while jerking off his stolen cock. But eventually after blowing multiple dad loads, Jack decided it was time to swap back. After all, he couldn't have Koby finding out about this.

Except… the amulet didn’t work. Jack had no idea why, but he couldn’t get it to activate! He started to worry a little which only sent Brian into a full on panic. That’s when he noticed it. The signature purple glow of the amulet was gone. He’d noticed it slowly getting dimmer and dimmer recently with every swap but he hadn’t thought it was a big deal. Yet now it was gone all together!!

“Fuck fuck fuck. This is bad. Fuck what do I do…” Jack mumbled to himself with Brian’s deep sexy voice. “Okay. Don’t panic. There has to be a solution. I’ll just uhhh… go to the gym in this hot daddy body and work out for a bit to clear my mind. Yeah. Then I’ll find a way to fix this.”

And that’s exactly what he did. Telling Brian to stay inside while he headed down to the gym. He was already dressed for it after all. And when he got there Jack couldn’t help but feel all the eyes on him checking out his gorgeous body being shown off by his tight gym clothes. He had to admit he loved the attention. So much so that he was trying his best not to get a massive erection as he worked out. Yet as he came to the end of the workout session he’d made for himself, he still couldn’t think of a way to work the amulet. He’d even tried to test it while at the gym to see if he could swap with another dude there. But nothing. That’s when he knew he had to break the news to Koby…

<Koby> WHAT THE FUCK JACK!!! YOU SWITCHED BODIES WITH MY STEP-DAD?!

<Jack> I’m sorry! I’ve been crushing on him for ages. I tried to resist but I just couldn’t help myself. Your step-dad is just so fucking hot.

<Koby> This is so fucked up.

<Koby> Please for the love of god get the fuck out of my step-dad’s body.

<Jack> Well… That’s kinda why I messaged you.

<Koby> Jack. What have you done?

<Jack> I think I might be stuck in your Step-Dad’s body.

<Koby> What?! How?! Did you lose the amulet or something!?!?

<Jack> No I’ve got the amulet. It’s just… it would probably be better if we talk about this in person. I’m at the gym your step-dad usually goes to. Meet me here.

An hour later Koby finally showed up at the gym. He messaged Jack that he was outside in the car park so Jack wasted no time in running out to see him so he could explain what was going on.

“Fucking hell Jack…” was the first thing Koby said as he watched his boyfriend jogging up to him in his step-dad’s body,

“Sorry…” Jack said as he couldn’t help giving a cute but guilty smile. “Your step-dad was too hot to resist.”

“Yeah yeah you already said that. I don’t need to hear it again. Now tell me what the fuck is going on. Why the hell can’t you switch back?” Koby growled with a mix of annoyance and concern.

Jack sighed. “Well… I think the amulet might be out of charge.”

“Out of charge? What do you mean out of charge. How can a magical artefact thing be out of charge?!”

Jack shrugged his new muscled shoulders at the question. “I dunno! Maybe it just ran out of its magical juices or something?” He reasoned as he pulled out the amulet, showing it to his boyfriend. “Look. The jewel isn’t glowing at all anymore. I think it’s just drained.”

Koby was silent for a moment as he processed everything before finally speaking up again. “Jesus fucking Christ… I can’t believe this.” He tossed his head back in frustration. “So. Not only did you switch bodies with my own fucking step-dad… but you’ve stranded yourself in his god damn body!? What the fuck Jack!”

Jack took a step closer, putting a hand on Koby’s shoulder in an attempt to calm him down. “Look, I'm sorry. I promise I didn’t mean for this. I was just gonna steal his body for a couple hours, have some fun and swap back. That was it I promise. I didn’t know this stupid amulet was gonna run out of juice before I could undo it!” He reasoned as best he could.

“Well that doesn’t matter now does it! It happened and now you’re stuck like this.” Koby shouted in frustration, his voice echoing across the car park and catching the attention of a few people. “Because let’s face it. Neither of us have any clue on how to recharge that thing so it might as well just be a useless piece of junk now. You’re stuck as… as my fucking step-dad! God that’s so FUCKED!” Koby buried his face in his hands.

Jack wasn’t sure what to say. Koby was right. They had no idea how to recharge this thing or if it even could be recharged. The only place they could’ve thought to find answers was that strange shop Jack had gotten the amulet from to begin with but unfortunately it’d up and disappeared not long after Jack bought it. The shop having been replaced with a coffee place.

“Look… I might be stuck like this now but…” before Jack could finish, Koby cut him off.

“But what?! We can just keep being a happy couple despite this?? You’re in my fucking step-dad’s body now Jack! How the hell are we supposed to continue being a couple???”

Jack frowned slightly. “Koby. Please. We can make it work.”

“How? How could we possibly make this work?”

Jack thought for a moment. Yet as he did, a somewhat mischievous glint sparkled in his eye. He took another step closer to Koby, closing the distance between them even more as he looked down at his boyfriend with a small smirk. “Come on babe. You’re seriously gonna tell me you’ve never had thoughts about your step-dad huh? Your hot… hunky step-dad who never has any problem showing off his handsome body?”

“W-what?” Koby looked up at Jack with a shadowy look of shock on his face. “Why would you even suggest that?! I… I’m not into my own step-dad Jack! That would be so fucked up!” Yet he didn’t make any attempt to move away.

“Really? Because I find that hard to believe. I mean just look at this body.” Jack gestured down at himself before giving his biceps a cocky flex. “I’m an absolute fucking hunk. The kind of daddy most people have wet dreams about.” He moved even closer. So much so that his impressive pecs were almost pressing up against Koby’s face. Practically begging the smaller man to bury himself between them. “Surely you must’ve snuck a glance at him here and there when he wasn’t looking. Maybe sneaking a peek at him through the crack of the bedroom door while he was getting changed one time? Or perhaps you’ve snuck into his dirty clothes hamper and stolen a pair of his underwear…” Jack grinned.

Koby shook his head. “N-no! I’ve never done any of those things! I… don’t…” he stumbled on his words slightly as his eyes couldn’t help glancing over the body of his step-dad.

“You don’t what? Fantasise about fucking your hot step-daddy? Come one Koby. I can see it in your eyes. You want me. You want this.” Jack gave his pecs a quick bounce. And before Koby could even give a response, Jack grabbed Koby’s hand and dragged it towards his crotch. Forcing Koby to cup his step-dad’s fat cock through those tight gym shorts. “You want my big dad dick, don’t you boy?”

Koby felt a shiver run up his spine as his hand groped the outline of his step-dad’s manhood. It was huge. And just touching it was making him so damn horny. He tried to resist the forbidden feeling but he just couldn’t. And as Jack slowly leaned in for a kiss, Koby couldn’t bring himself to pull away. And before he knew, their lips collided and Koby found himself making out with his own step dad. It was so unbelievably fucked up and yet he couldn’t help getting a massive hard on…

“W-wait… I… How is this even gonna work? You’re still my step-dad. What are other people gonna think?!” Koby finally said as their lips separated.

“Who gives a fuck what other people think. We’re not related, not by blood anyway, so what’s the harm?” Jack reasoned as he wrapped his arms around Koby with a reassuring smile. “All that matters is that we’re together. Just let daddy look after you from now on.” He continued as he pulled Koby into a deep hug. Rubbing their bulging crotches together in the process. “And from now on call me Brian.”

Koby didn’t say anything. Instead just allowing himself to lean into the hug. To lean into Jack… no Brian’s muscle. This was the most fucked situation he could imagine and yet he couldn’t help being enthralled by it.

“Now how’s about you and I head home, boy? I’m just itching to stuff that tight hole of yours nice and full with Daddy’s cum.” The new Brian grinned as he took Koby’s hand, ready to embrace their new life and any controversy that may follow…

“Mhmm….”

You know I always start out my morning this way, jerking one out before have to start the day. But something feels a little different this morning…

Oh god I’m so close!

I open my eyes as I felt cum rushing out of my dick but in that same instance— I felt a panic rush over me!

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!”

I look at the dick I was holding, my hand, my chest… they look nothing like mine!

I look around the room and felt my stomach sink in when I realized where I was… dad’s room.

I get out of his bed quickly and stop right in front of his mirror…

Staring back at me is my father’s naked body covered in cum.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!!”

I panicked and tripped on the ground.

All of the sudden I hear a familiar scream coming from another room and then footsteps coming my direction.

The door swings open and I try to get up. It’s my body standing at the doorway.

“OH MY GOD! JUSTIN?!?”

“DAD?!?”

We both scream at the same time.

I clumsily stand up and my dad in my body looks me over.

“Did you just?”

I realized that he’s referring to his cum covered stomach and semi hard dick that I now control

“I DIDN’T KNOW!”

I start looking for a towel and something to cover up my father’s naked body.

“How… are we in eachothers bodies?” he says to me.

“I don’t know! I was laying in bed with my eyes closed doing my uh.., normal routine and when I finished I open my eyes and next thing I know I’m staring down at your junk!”

Dad stares at me in disbelief and all I can do is sit on his bed mortified.

He puts a hand on my shoulder as I almost start crying.

“It’s okay, you didn’t know Justin. But I need you to pull yourself together, okay?”

“Okay,” I said in middle of tears rolling down my face.

Dad hugs me and I notice something else. My bodies noticeable hard on.

“Oh god! This is your morning routine isn’t it.”

“Yep.”

“Do you mind if I take of it real quick?”

“WHAT?!?”

“Sorry! It’s so hard right now!”

“Dad you can’t be serious!”

“Well you already did the deed in my body.”

I look down again at my dad’s junk and take a deep breath.

“Fine!”

Dad lays back and pulls out my dick and starts wanking it.

“DAD WHAT THE FUCK! NOT RIGHT HERE!”

“It’s your body! Not like you’ve never seen it.”

I watch as my dad navigates my body… I felt myself starting to get hard again watching him.

I analyze my bodies cock and balls, my chest, my arms, even my feet… this is kinda hot to watch.

I lay next to him and dad’s dick is hard again. I start jerking off next to him.

“God son your dick so sensitive!”

“Feels good doesn’t it?”

“Yeah it does!”

“Oh god…. I don’t think I’m going to last!”

Dad’s moaning loudly in my body and I carefully slip my free hand on my thigh.

“Rub your balls! Please son!”

I follow his direction and he moans louder and louder.

“I’m about to bust!”

I watch my former face and I’m so turned on. I feel myself getting close again.

Dad cums and to my surprise he tastes it. He whips more off of my cock head and puts my fingers in my mouth.

“Taste good right?”

Dad runs my former hands over his body and I know everything is so wrong but I’m just so turned on.

Cum squirts out of dad’s thick meaty cock and he immediately licks every drop off of his dick.

“Holy shit dad…”

He kisses his cock and looks up at me. He begins laughing.

“Dudeeee! I can’t believe you were down for that?”

“Huh?” I say puzzled by his statement.

“Justin, it’s me Sam! I did all of this. I really just wanted to try out your body but licking your dad’s meaty cock with your tongue was just an addd bonus!”

“SAMMMM!??!?”

“Yeah man! It’s me controlling your body. Surprise!”

“Oh my god! Where’s my dad?”

“My body of course! I’m sure he’s confused right now.”

I was stunned, Sam in my body cuddle up to me and ran his hands over my father’s chest.

“You know we can do this more, no one has to know anything.”

I felt a strange mixture of emotions… how could my friend Sam just take my body like that? And why wouldn’t he tell me.

“Justin, don’t be mad! You enjoyed yourself. Literally haha.”

I rolled my eyes.

“So you wanna role play today, you can be your dad and I can be you.”

I looked over my father’s body, he’s got nice one all around.

Big feet, strong muscles, good looking face, I could get used to it.

“Screw it! Come cuddle on daddy.”

We wrap both of our naked bodies together, rubbing and touching each other for hours.

2 weeks later…

“Hey son!”

“Oh hey dad!”

Justin (formerly Sam) is laying in my former bed playing with his morning wood.

“You started without me?” I say to him holding my manly cock in hand.

“No just warming up!”

“Good, now do you mind giving daddy one of those amazing foot jobs?”

"Dude. Stop asking. I won it fair and square. Go find another body to win. You shouldn't have offered your own body as collateral."

He walked away but then came back, "I really need it back, okay? And please stop doing only fans, and posting my dick online. It's not fair." He begged.

"Well, it's not your dick anymore, is it? It's mine." I groped my package in front of him. "All mine... I'm the new Oliver" the package straining against the cage of my blue jeans.

I never saw him again. I got a boyfriend a few weeks later after countless hooking up.

My boyfriend Aiden went missing for a couple days, and came back different. He kissed me. I didn't refuse as I was horny. I thrusted into him. He started to thrust his own heavy dick inside me. He kissed me during, and whispered, "I want my body back for your boyfriend's body in return.

I was rapidly moaning, 'Fuck. Fucking finish!" I felt his load fill up the bubble butt he so desperately wanted back.

We discussed everything in the shower, "Where's my real boyfriend?"

"Does it matter? Neither of us will downgrade. He's in the body a weak 23 year old twink. I won it after gambling for it. And managed to win again after challenging your lover here. His ego couldn't not be his downfall. Now, here I am. A body I don't mind inhabiting."

"I..." I froze.

He looked down at his former dick. 'I'd prefer to not pound my own former assets everyday... Switch with me. And I will show you what that body can really do. I see you jacking off to your- my former reflection in the mirror. You'd love to get fucked by it."

"Okay. But I'm in charge." We went and got switched.

It was only 3 days inside my boyfriend's body before a man came knocking, a twink man with a charming face. He demanded that this body be returned. The rental company of body swapping known as Swap Shark, handed me a bill and placed my soul into that twink. And he left.

I became furious. I demanded the body back, "My boyfriend rented his body to you? How? why?"

He laughed, "He unknowingly signed a contract with Swap Shark for his body to be used by others for a period of 5 years for a lump sum of only 50k. He's trapped in the passenger seat while others drive him. Sorry for the deception."

"That's not right. This is criminal. I need to call someone." I yelled. Oliver in the original flesh, "I don't think so, I was given a great deal for tricking him. My body back for your boyfriend's body now being a money maker. Plus you get to be my beautiful submissive twink."

My new body felt less powerful. I was pretty. But no power in my muscles. "What are you going to do to me?" I gulped with shallow breaths.

"Get on the bed. The body you're using was already cleaned out for bottoming before arrival. And with this dick... that's all mine. You could say I beat the game, "Fair and Square". But maybe if you're a good twink, I'll let you rent out your boyfriend's body to use again. With big dicks comes big loads to carry." He patted his dick. And inserted it inside me from behind me.

Oliver ramming my hole making my dick leak, "You're just my type, a twink that can take a hit from my dick's extra large loads. Thanks for the body back. No more gambling away my precious body. You deserve a reward for taking such good care of it."

We went at it until my ass was overflowing. I swear the loads were never this big when that body was mine. It must respond differently to him. "I will have to hope he'll honor his promise to let me use Aiden's body. Better me than a stranger." I thought.

There was nothing fair or square about this. Swap Shark is nothing but a criminal organization of swap-body theft schemes.

“Kayla told me to return the spare key she had given me, while she’s at work,” Chad explained. “But I thought I might wait here for you.”

“For me?” I responded incredulously.

“Let’s not pretend you’re not attracted to me,” Chad taunted, still stroking his cock. “I know you want me—and my big dick. Now’s your chance, bro.”

“I—I don’t think this is a good idea,” I protested feebly.

“Why not?” he countered. “Your sister dumped my ass. I’m a free man. I can stick my dick wherever I want—and I’m choosing your ass. You know you want this big cock.”

Chad was right. I did want his big cock. I used to eavesdrop on Kayla telling her girlfriends how Chad had a big one—a real pussy splitter—and that it was a lot to take. Sure, she was complaining. But I could tell she secretly loved getting dicked down by a big one. The two of us had that in common. And so it was nearly impossible to turn down Chad’s offer to give me that big dick. But I wasn’t going to make it easy on him.

“You just want to fuck me to get back at my sister for dumping your ass,” I argued.

“Yeah, that’s partly true,” Chad laughed. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re a slutty size queen who wants to ride me. It’s a win-win for both of us.”

A win-win. How could I argue with that?

“Okay,” I surrendered far too easily. “You can fuck me.”

“Good,” he smiled wickedly. “Then climb on this cock and ride it.”

Dutifully, I stripped down in front of him. Reaching into my bedside table, I pulled out a bottle of lube and a Trojan.

“You can forget about that condom,” he barked. “Kayla always made me wrap it so she wouldn’t get pregnant. But you’re gonna take my babies, got it?”

“Uh huh,” I nodded, secretly eager to have Chad’s warm load inside me.

Deftly, I lubed up my hole while Chad watched with eager anticipation. “That’s it,” he encouraged. “Get that cunt good and wet for this big dick.”

With my hole readied for him, I tossed the lube aside. Climbing onto the bed, I straddled Chad—and promptly sat upon his big dick, expertly taking him to the balls.

“Fuuuuck,” he exhaled slowly. “Your hole is so fuckin’ tight.”

“Tighter than Kayla’s pussy?”

“Duh,” he laughed. “Now ride this big dick. Ride it like you own it.”

Placing my hands on Chad’s firm pecs, my hard cock resting on his washboard abs, I raised my hips and began to work my hole up and down his swollen shaft. Rhythmically, I worked his cock like a piston, taking every inch of him in and out of me—over and over.

“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he marveled, propping his muscular arms behind his head. “I think you’ve done this before.”

“You think?” I laughed in jest, grinding down on him harder.

“Your sister was always so vanilla when we fucked,” Chad shared as I continued to bob up and down on him. “But you—I always knew you’d be a dirty slut in bed.”

“I think you’ll find I’m nothing like Kayla,” I replied, activating my sphincter, gripping his cock from within me. Expertly, I contracted and released his shaft, massaging his cock inside my depths.

“Holy fuck,” he exhaled, his toes curling. “It’s like you’re jacking my cock with your ass. How the fuck are you doing that?”

“Lots of practice,” I purred, licking my lips, reveling in the feeling of his big cock inside of me—a cock that once belonged to my sister but was now mine.

Eagerly, I began to pick up the pace, riding Chad’s big dick like my life depended on it. Chad’s hands went to my hips, slamming my body up and down on him harder and harder, faster and faster—pushing his cock into my warm depths deeper and deeper. The pace was too fast, his desire too frenzied. It couldn’t last.

“Dude,” he warned, biting his lip, “I think I’m gonna—I’m gonna—FUCK, bro—get ready for it.”

“That’s it,” I encouraged. “Gimme that nut. Fuckin’ breed my ass.”

“FUCK,” Chad grunted in release, his head hitting the wall behind my bed as his body convulsed beneath me, his big cock throbbing rhythmically inside me. A warmth emanated from deep within me as his thick load coated my depths.

With his balls now fully emptied inside me, I quickly dismounted. Upon release, Chad’s wet, cum-slicked cock slapped against his meaty thigh. Ravenously, I dove between his legs and licked his cock clean, sucking the last bit of cum out of his cock slit.

“Damn, you are a dirty slut,” he laughed. “And full service.”

“I aim to please,” I smiled devilishly. “But you better get your ass outta here before Kayla gets home from work. You got what you came for.”

“Shit,” he scrambled off the bed, yanking on his crumpled clothes from off the floor. “Here,” he pulled out the spare key from his pocket. “I better leave this with you.”

“Nah,” I refused. “Keep the key. You can use it whenever you want to fuck me again.”

“Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” I affirmed.

And then Chad did something that I never would have expected—he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, tongue and all.

“I’ll be back later tonight,” he assured me with a slap on the ass. “So plan on giving up that sweet cunt to me again.”

“But—but what about Kayla?” I stammered.

“What about her?” Chad laughed. “Your sister dumped my ass, which means she gets no say as to where I stick my dick.”

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.

It was the only thing in my life I actually looked forward to anymore.

The bus was packed with the same dead-eyed zombies as always. I wedged myself against a pole, phone held low, and opened my secret Tumblr feed. I scrolled past thick chests, veiny arms, and arrogant smirks, my cock twitching against my thigh with every new image. The guy next to me smelled like cheap cologne and defeat.

God, I’m so fucking done with this.

I didn’t want to just live like this anymore. I want to be rich. To wake up whenever I wanted and jerk off all day in some massive bed if I felt like it.

Fuck that — why stop at rich?

I want to be hot. Huge. Powerful. The kind of man people drooled over. The kind who took up space and made others feel small.

My thumb kept moving, heart beating faster, when a GIF suddenly loaded.

Holy shit.

I turned the phone off like a secret nobody else could watch

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The second I stepped inside my tiny room, I started stripping. Shirt, pants, boxers — my daily ritual. But tonight my heart was pounding harder than usual. I knew what I had waiting on that screen.

I didn’t even make it to the bed. My cock was already throbbing as I wrapped my hand around it, slowly stroking while I was still standing. In my head I kept replaying that GIF on loop: his perfect body, that cocky smirk, the way his hands gripped those legs like he owned every inch of anyone beneath him.

His beauty. His roughness. His raw fucking power.

I grabbed my phone again and opened my little secret.

There he was — even better than my imagination. The man I want to be. The man I deserve to be. Just pixels on a cracked screen… yet I could already feel his magic pulling at me, like the universe was daring me to want it harder.

I stroked faster, eyes locked on a loop showcasing his power, my breath getting ragged. “Fuck… I wish that was me…”

The screen flashed.

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For a split second everything vanished — my shitty room, the phone in my hand, the familiar weight of my own cock.

Then the world slammed back in.

I wasn’t laying down anymore. I was on my knees, powerful thighs spread wide, muscles burning with effort. My hands — no, his hands — were gripping two smooth, trembling legs, folding them back hard against a slender chest in a deep mating press. My hips were driving forward on pure instinct, slamming a thick, heavy cock into a tight, twitching hole.

What the fuck—?!

Panic exploded in my chest. This wasn’t my body. This body was huge — broad shoulders, thick slabs of muscle, veins popping along my forearms as I held the twink’s legs open. My cock felt monstrous inside him, stretching him wide with every thrust. I could feel the heat, the insane tightness gripping me, the way his walls fluttered and clenched.

Below me, a cute, flushed twink stared up with wide, watery eyes, mouth open in a silent moan. His smaller cock leaked against his stomach as I drove into him again. I didn’t know him. I’d never seen him before. But this body knew exactly what it was doing.

“F-fuck—” I gasped, my voice deep and rough, nothing like mine.

I tried to stop, but the hips kept moving — powerful, relentless thrusts that made wet, obscene sounds every time I bottomed out. Pleasure rolled through me like a drug. Every stroke felt better than the last. My new cock was so much bigger, so much more sensitive. I could feel his hole milking me, greedy and hot.

The smell of sex was thick in the air — sweat, lube, and raw musk. I could taste salt on my lips. My new heart was pounding hard in my wide chest.

This isn’t real. This can’t be happening.

But it was. I was him. The man from the GIF. Rich. Hot. Powerful. And right now I was balls-deep in a twink, wrecking him.

My panic started to melt as another hard thrust made him cry out. A low, feral groan left my throat. My hands tightened on his legs, pushing them further back, folding him in half. The motion felt… natural. Like the body was teaching me what it wanted.

I could feel every inch of this new body coming alive under my control. The burn in my powerful thighs as I drove forward. The flex of rock-hard abs with every thrust. The heavy swing of my massive balls slapping against his ass. My thick cock throbbed inside him, so much more sensitive than anything I’d ever felt — every ridge and vein dragging along his tight walls sent sparks up my spine.

“Shit… so fucking tight,” I muttered, voice thick with lust. My hips snapped forward harder, chasing that mind-numbing pleasure. I looked down at my massive chest, sweat glistening on carved pecs, the way my abs flexed powerfully with every thrust, the thick cock disappearing into his stretched, pink hole.

This body was responding to me more and more. My fingers dug deeper into his soft thighs, feeling the strength in my grip. I could hear the wet, filthy sound of my cock pounding into him echoing in the luxurious bedroom. The twink’s desperate little whimpers were like music.

Slowly, I started to control the rhythm. No longer just being carried by instinct — I was steering it. I pulled back until just the fat head of my cock stretched his hole, then slammed back in with a powerful roll of my hips, savoring every sensation.

This was mine now.

I leaned in closer, pinning him completely, and let the body take over even more. The panic was still there, flickering at the edges… but it was getting quieter with every deep, claiming stroke.

Then the memories slammed into me all at once.

One second I was panicking — the next, everything clicked.

I am Yoshi.

37, world famous actor, owner of a sleek penthouse overlooking the city, a supercar, and more money than most people could spend in three lifetimes. Respected. Feared. Desired.

And married.

A beautiful wife was out right now — elegant, high-society, none the wiser. She thought I was “working from home” again. I saw her face in the painting next to me and memories flood: smiling at charity galas on my arm, kissing me goodbye in the morning, completely oblivious to the fact that her husband regularly destroyed tight little twinks like this one in her own bed.

A low, possessive growl escaped my throat as another memory locked in. This no-name twink was just another stress relief. An eager hole I used whenever I needed to remind myself I could take whatever the fuck I wanted.

“Fuck…” I breathed, voice deep and commanding. My hips snapped forward harder, driving my massive cock balls-deep into him. The memories made everything hotter. I wasn’t just fucking him — I was cheating. I was the rich alpha who had it all and still took more.

The twink moaned loudly beneath me, his smaller cock leaking all over his stomach as I folded him in half. My new body knew exactly how to wreck him — brutal, confident strokes that made his eyes roll back.

I grinned, sweat dripping down my carved abs. “That’s it. Take my cock like a good boy.”

The words felt natural now. The old me was already dissolving, buried under waves of power, money, and pure sexual dominance. I had a wife at home… and right now I was balls-deep in a secret twink, stretching him open like he was made for it.

I slammed in again, groaning at how incredible my thick cock felt. Bigger than anything I’d ever had before. Veiny. Heavy. Perfect.

This was my life now.

And I fucking loved it.