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Part 1

Part 2

"Fuuuuuck yes," moaned Ethan as he lifted Brock's arm to flex, bushy pits on full display. He was alone in Brock's room, surrounded by that aphrodisiac jock smell. He and Tyler had gotten home from their outing a short while ago and each headed to their rooms to wrap up the day.

Ethan, of course, wasn't tired quite yet. He'd been pent up since the workout at the gym, smelling Brock's musk the whole time since. Finally alone, he'd wasted no time throwing off his shirt and revealing that glorious new body of his.

"You love these fucking pits," he said as he stared at the mirror, long-time fantasy of his playing out before his eyes. He took a big whiff, then licked the precious sweat from Brock's wiry hairs. It tasted salty and oh so wonderful.

He stood up and made a double-bicep pose, the obscene bulge in his gym shorts becoming prominently displayed. "You like my huge jock cock?" he smirked to the mirror, twitching his dick for good measure.

"How about these massive tits?" he continued, bouncing both pecs. He slipped off his shorts, tossing them aside. Brock's erection looked vacuum sealed in the sweaty boxer briefs he was wearing. The view didn't last long, as Ethan slipped those off and immediately brought the crotch of the underwear to his face.

He took another big sniff before sighing contentedly. "That's what a man smells like," he cockily told the mirror. "And it's 100% me."

His hand ran down his sculpted chest and abs, before pausing at Brock's blonde bush. He smeared some of that groin sweat on his hand and brought it up for another sniff. It was as potent as ever, and Ethan kept his hand there as his other hand wrapped Brock's underwear around his cock. He grunted as he started to jerk off to his reflection, giving into primal urges. He rutted into his own hand, intoxicated on his scent and drunk on the image of himself flexing.

At long last, he fully flexed his huge arms, abs, and pecs and couldn't hold any longer, cum spraying from Brock's dick. As before, there was a lot of it, much coating the mirror even though Ethan tried to catch it in the underwear. In his haze he took the cum-filled underwear and stuffed it in his mouth, afterglow mingling with the salty damp taste of ball sweat and jock cum. He rubbed his cum-covered hand over Brock's abs, enjoying the feel of it smearing over the well- muscled torso.

"I can't go back," he said, realizing the truth in his mind. Sure, he could probably return to the mirror and get his reflection back. But he knew that wasn't an option for him mentally any more. He was committed to being the new Brock. His old life could get declared missing for all he cared. Not like his dad would notice for weeks anyways.

Ethan studiously made sure to clean up his post-sex mess, though he noted the effort it took to clean up how much cum Brock produced likely influenced why there were so many cumstains on Brock's things. He tossed the used gym clothes in the hamper, then glanced at the packed suitcase in the room.

In all likelihood, the move was happening tomorrow. If Ethan went with the Rourke family, then there pretty much was no going back. He felt strangely at peace with that.

His solemn reverie was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, followed by a shout of, "Where is he, Tyler?!"

It took Ethan a second to recognize it, but that was clearly his former voice! For the sake of not getting arrested, he slipped on a pair of yellow lounge shorts, not bothering with underwear. With haste he hurried out of the room. Tyler had also just left his room and glanced in Ethan's direction. "That's totally your voice- er, your old voice," Tyler commented. "What's going on?"

"Let's find out," Ethan said, feeling a surge of confidence strengthened by his resolve from earlier.

He opened the door to see his skinny 18 year old body in the apartment hall, face contorted with rage. "Keep it down, Mr. Gawne doesn't take kindly to noise complaints," Ethan said with a smirk before grabbing his former body and pulling it inside.

"You! Why do you have my body?!" seethed Ethan's body, confirming Ethan's suspicions.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter," responded Ethan, towering over his former body. "Here's how things are gonna work: this is MY body from here on out. I'm moving with MY parents and MY brother tomorrow. You can chill out and leave and figure out what you want to do, or I can MAKE you leave us alone."

Brock in Ethan's body stuttered, not used to NOT being the physically dominant presence in a room. He turned to Tyler. "Dude, why are you just standing there? Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you," Tyler confirmed from where he stood across the room.

"And you're just gonna let this douchebag steal your brother's body?!" Brock practically shouted.

Tyler gave Brock a level gaze, the face of his best friend contorted in a rage foreign to it, but all too familiar as Brock. "Yeah, Brock, I am. Ethan was already my best bro, but now that bond is blood. I like him being Brock way better than you ever were. Even mom and dad see it; Ethan charmed them both all day today before they left. So they aren't gonna ask questions."

Ethan's former face looked stunned by this revelation. Brock couldn't process it. His own brother willing to sell out his body? To trap him in this scrawny dweeb with no future? For the first time in his over two decades of life, Brock began to feel the tiniest prickle of regret for his treatment of Tyler.

"Anyways, I don't care what you do with him, 'big bro'," Tyler said before turning and heading back into his room to close the door with finality.

"But- but-" Brock stuttered in impotent anger.

"But nothing," Ethan said authoritatively. "I'll give you a little bonus if you leave quietly. One last chance to be close to your body. I really have been craving someone to properly worship these muscles since I became you."

"I'm not a fag!" Brock cried.

"That tent says otherwise," Ethan said, bemused.

Brock turned beet red, covering Ethan's small bulge. "C'mon, you'll have plenty of time to think on the way back to your apartment," Ethan said.

He effortlessly picked up his own previous body and threw it over his shoulder, Brock gasping from within it. He marched down the hall to his own apartment and stepped inside, throwing Brock down onto the ground of Ethan's room before lying out on the bed in a way that showed his impressive member straining against his shorts.

Brock, overwhelmed by Ethan's body's hormones and his own deeply repressed attraction, cracked. He reached a trembling hand out and gingerly touched his former chest. Ethan responded by flexing his pecs. Brock then ran his hand down Ethan's abs, marveling at how they felt and looked from this angle. Fuck, he'd been so hot.

Ethan sat up and flexed his arms. "Worship my biceps," he commanded.

Brock complied, running his hands over the huge bicep peaks before leaning in and licking them. Ethan lifted his arm straight up, exposing his hairy pits further, a new wave of his jock musk pushing out.

"Show these pits how much you fuckin love them," he commanded Brock.

Irresistible, Brock leaned in, getting Ethan's former face buried in the pit hairs that were once his. He inhaled deeply before sticking out his tongue and desperately lapping up that godly jock sweat.

"You're such a little slut for my pits," Ethan said derisively, before pushing Brock away. Brock looked hurt to be pulled away from worshiping his former body, but that swiftly changed when Ethan slipped off his shorts, thick jock cock springing free, surrounded by his trimmed bush.

"Now worship MY fucking dick," Ethan commanded, pointing at his erection standing straight out.

Brock fell to his knees and Ethan grabbed the back of his head, shoving him into his crotch to the side of his dick. Brock took a huge whiff of ball sweat and caught the scent of lingering cum from Ethan's earlier masturbation sessions. He flicked his tongue out, lathering up Ethan's hairy thick balls.

Ethan grunted in satisfaction, before pulling Brock back again. "Open wide," he said, and then brought his head down onto his cock.

Brock was barely ready as his own former cock invaded his mouth. Ethan was slowly pushing it further and further down his throat to find his limit, and to push just past it. Brock sputtered as he nearly choked on his precious pride and joy, tears welling in his eyes, part from the choking and part from the loss of this huge fuckstick.

Ethan pulled back but left the tip in Brock's mouth before releasing his head. "Show me how much you love this big fuckin dick, you little cock sucker."

Brock still couldn't resist, nose so close to such a potent source of that jock musk, and began to eagerly, messily, bob his head up and down on Ethan's stolen cock. Ethan let out a low, slow moan as he leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. "This is all mine now," he said as he made eye contact with Brock. Brock looked like he was about to pull off Ethan's dick to respond, but Ethan firmly planted his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down on it.

This continued for a while, before Ethan finally let Brock pull off his dick. He grabbed some lube from the night stand and grinned at the mixed look of lust and fear in Brock's eyes. He slicked up his fingers, and then pushed Brock face down into the bed. He started with one finger, slowly and surely sliding it into his own former tight asshole. Brock involuntarily moaned, Ethan's smaller dick stiffly jutting out and twitching.

Ethan simply grinned, and then slid in another finger as he moved back and forth, seeking the prostate to make Brock melt like the little bitch he was. Soon, Brock was moaning as Ethan fit three fingers into his ass.

Satisfied, Ethan pulled his hand away, and wasted no time lathering up his dick and applying a generous amount to Brock's eager hole. He ran the tip around the entrance, teasing. "God just put it in!" Brock whined, ashamed how badly he wanted it.

"What's my name?" Ethan taunted, and Brock made a pitiful sound. Ethan smacked his ass and asked again "I said, what's my name?"

"Brock," Brock said, need for dick overcoming his resistance.

"That's right," Ethan said, finally sliding his dick into the eager hole before him.

Brock gasped, thinking he'd be ready from the finger fucking but his former dick was so fucking thick. Ethan was slow but relentless as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he buried his cock to the hilt, pausing there. Brock took heavy breaths, he felt absolutely impaled, and with shame he fucking LOVED it. His own cock filling an emptiness he never realized was there until this very moment.

Ethan then began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he got more and more rough. Brock felt it against his prostate and moaned more, face down in the bed. Ethan gazed at the mirror of the room, and saw a fantasy fulfilled. Brock's broad frame absolutely railing Ethan's thin body, but this time he was looking from Brock's point of view.

He roughly grabbed Brock's hair and lifted his head to make him gaze in the mirror. "Watch while I fill you up, 'Ethan'," he grunted.

He felt his orgasm finally arrive, and his stolen balls tightened up as loads of Brock's cum flooded. His dick twitched multiple times inside his own ass, warm hot cum blasting out. The sheer volume Brock's cock produced forcing it to leak out back down his cock. The feeling of it filling him up was too much for Brock and he involuntarily started to orgasm without touching his smaller dick while being forced to gaze at the reflection of his humiliation.

Ethan pulled out, his sperm leaking out of Brock's hole. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear and wiped his dick off with it before shoving it in Brock's face. "Little souvenir. Don't come around again, 'Ethan'."

Brock just lay there, fully broken, unable to even muster a response. Ethan left him that way before heading back to the Rourke apartment. He entered and Tyler came out into the living room upon hearing his return.

"He's dealt with," Ethan said confidently.

"Good," Tyler replied, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. "The move is tomorrow and then we won't have to deal with him any more."

"I'm excited," Ethan said, breaking out into a grin.

"Me too! Hey, I was thinking. Since you're gonna be slipping into his life, it's maybe best if we start referring to you as Brock from now on."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "I'd like nothing more."

Tyler moved up and wrapped his brother in a hug. "Welcome home, Brock."

********

Brock looked in the hotel mirror of his room. His younger brother and best friend Tyler had already gone down to grab breakfast. Their parents had put them up in a hotel while the move to the new house finished up. He grinned, fully accepting his new role. He flashed a pic of his hot fucking body to add to his new Grindr profile.

"Get ready, gay boys. Brock is officially on the menu," he chuckled to himself.

Epilogue

Brock (the original) hurried down the stairs to the storage units. He'd wallowed for a few days now, but finally rage had taken over. He wasn't going to let that twerp Ethan get away with stealing his fucking life. He'd take that stupid magic mirror all the way out of town if he had to.

The deep groans were coming from his room. The door was left slightly ajar, and Seth could hear someone cursing under their breath. As he got closer, he recognized the wet sound of lotion on skin and the slapping sounds of heated sex.

“What the f—“

Laying on his bed was a tall man, one of the best looking he’s ever seen, flexing and desperately jerking off. His eyes were rolled back into his head and it seemed like his hands were touching anything possible. Each time they brushed along his body a shiver would travel and he’d get closer to climaxing.

“Who are you?”

The jock looked at him in shock, covering his rock hard penis with both hands and stood up. “Fuck, sorry man. Seth, it’s me!”

“Get the fuck out of my room!” Seth yelled, “I’m calling the police!”

“No man, wait! It’s me, Jared.”

“Fuck off, dude.”

“No I can prove it!” He began rattling off details about their friendship, his family, even what he ate yesterday.

“J-Jared? What happened to you?”

“I can’t explain right now, just shake my hand and say yes you’ll swap.”

“What? I’m not shaking your hand.”

“Just do it! Please! Fuck, dude.” He released one of the hands covering his sizable cock, giving Seth a glimpse at the hard rod buried in a perfect bush of hair. His eyes glazed over and he smirked. “Sniff my pits bro,” he grabbed his head and smashed it into one of his pits.

Seth’s cock hardened as he breathed in the sweat of the huge man in front of him. “Knock it off!” He yelled. “Fine!” He took out his hand. “I’ll swap!”

Jared grasped his smaller hand in his large one, and Seth felt a heat rise in his chest. It traveled up his throat until he felt it burst out of his mouth. Across from him, the strange man felt the same. Smoke exited both their mouths and Seth’s consciousness slipped from his body. Suddenly, he was in the air, staring down at himself.

A second later, he rushed toward the open mouth across from him. Smoke poured in and he felt himself come back down. He gained control of new limbs, and when it was over, he stared at himself.

He staggered away from his own body. Staring down, his mouth gaped in disbelief. He switched bodies!

His new body was bound in muscle, he gingerly touched the hair on his chest, so used to being skinny and hairless. The feeling of his fingertips was strange and sensitive, like his nerve endings were twice as sensitive as before.

“Thank god,” he heard his own voice say.

“What did you do?!” He was shocked at the booming bass of his voice.

“I’m sorry, I needed to get out of there.” Jared shook his head. “I’ll explain. I was at the gym showering and this man, your current body, came up to me. I thought he was looking for a good time since he had a full on boner, but he was crazy in the eyes. He begged me to swap with him, and I didn’t say no! Look at him! But he stole my body leaving me in his. It’s cursed. I spent a few hours in it and I had to jerk off every 10 minutes.”

“So this guy is walking around in your body?”

“Yes! I didn’t know what to do so I came to you for help, sorry I made I mess waiting. I could barely think as him so I had to swap to explain. Thanks for the break.” His arms patted down his friend’s skinny body, admiring it.

“Shit, look at me,” Seth breathed. His fingers grasped at his furry pecs, he flexed an arm and watched the muscle bounce, it revealed a hairy bush underneath, drenched in sweat. His attention looked downwards automatically, drawn to the hard cock swinging between his legs.

It was glorious, 10 inches, girthy and tan, the head leaking desperately with the need to release. Surrounding it was the bush he had seen earlier, dark brown and so dense, sweaty too. Except now it was attached to him. His own body had wisps, where this one had pubes to spare.

In the mirror, he turned his attention to his new back and ass. It was muscular and defined, and his ass consisted of two big beach ball buns covered in thick hair. He spanked them jokingly, but the sensation made him buck over in pleasure. Against his will, he turned and spread his hairy ass in the mirror, examining his jock hole, before shoving his fingers between the deep crack to massage it.

The sensation brought tears to his eyes. “Fuckkkk, this is so gay. Bro, please switch me back. I’m gonna cum!”

“I hope you don’t mind, but I can’t do that. Go find someone else to take that thing.”

Seth sat down on his muscular butt and began jerking his cock, he marveled at how hard it was, the heat coming off of it was intense.

“Fuckkkkk,” he lifted a bicep and licked along his arm, getting a whiff of the jock scent that drifted from his hairy manly pits. HIS pits. “I’m such a man…this body…”

Jared watched his friend touch every inch of his new body and couldn’t help but get hard himself. “Fuck…Seth. Are you gay? I’m turned on….”

“I’m bi….” He moaned.

They stared at each other a moment, then Jared stripped off his clothing to stand naked in Seth’s body, his smaller but respectable cock also hard.

Seth rutted like an animal against the mattress,

He turned his buns toward his friend. “Fuck me, please,” he gasped.

“Fuck, you want me to fuck you?”

“Please, I think I need it…” he wiggled his hairy globes more. Jared sat transfixed, his new bi body gravitated towards the jock’s sweaty hairy ass. In no time, he spread the cheeks and lapped at his hole.

“You’re so sexy…” Jared gasped, drowning between his friend’s sweaty ass cheeks.

Seth grunted like a beast as he got his ass eaten, he barely had time to register that Jared had lined up his skinny cock to his hole.

He gasped when his tight hole was penetrated. Jared gripped around his massive back to get a better purchase as he fucked his best friend. It was euphoric, seeing his new skinny body fuck the beast below him. In minutes, the room was hot and smelled like an old locker room, thanks to Seth.

The first time Seth came, they had flipped and faced each other. Jared watched his friend’s hairy pecs bounce up and down as his balls slapped his ass rhythmically. Seth had spit in his hand and was furiously hand-fucking his big rod, and his eyes crossed as he shot 7 ropes of hot cum all over his meaty torso.

They fucked for hours, the big jock’s body cumming over and over like a fountain.

That evening, Jared dismounted from Seth who was panting heavily. He was exhausted from fucking this jock for hours on end and headed for the shower.

He couldn’t bring himself to even jerk off again, his new skinny cock was so spent. Seth was the opposite.

When he returned to the room, he saw Seth on his ass again on the floor, both hands wrapped and rotating around his cock.

“We gotta get you out of there, man.” Jared sighed.

“Please, I’m so tired. I’m so fucking horny. Get me someone to swap with…” he groaned, another jet of jock cum spraying across his abs.

“We will, buddy, hang tight.”

Just then, the front door opened. “I’m home!” called Seth’s father, home from work.

Seth groaned as Jared picked him up off the floor. He was drenched in sweat and reeked of sex, an intoxicating musk emanating from the thick thatches of hair under his boulder-like arms.

“Son? I’m home!” Seth’s father called. The newly-swapped jock opened his mouth and was about to answer when Jared clapped his hand over his friend’s fuzzy mouth.

“I’m upstairs!” Jared called, smirking at the fact he was fooling his friend’s dad. “Hey,” he said to his friend’s shocked expression, “I’m you now. He’s my dad. Let’s get you some clothes.”

They raided his father’s closet for some underwear and a tank. Soon, Seth was dressed somewhat modestly, except for the raging erection poking through his dad’s sweatpants.

“Let’s do this.” Jared dragged the large man downstairs to meet his dad.

Seth’s Dad, Marcus, was a big guy. He was in shape, but had quite a muscle gut. Not only that, he was very hairy. Recently, he’d grown out his beard. Now it puffed out from his square jaw.

“Hey there,” his Dad, he looked at the jock awkwardly standing there.

“Hey Dad,” Jared smirked. His cock twitched at how kinky this situation was. Pretending to be his best friend was such a turn on.

“Who’s this?”

“My friend Randy from school.”

Seth smiled awkwardly, looking his father up and down. Not only would he be switching bodies with his dad if he went through with this, he’d be trapping him in this cursed sweaty jock body.

“Nice to meet you Randy.” He stuck out his hand.

Seth’s palms were clammy as he grasped his dad’s hand. He looked over at Jared who nodded. “Swap with me?”

“What? I didn’t hear you…”

“Just say yes,” Jared blurted out.”

“Oh—ok sure…”

In an instant, their eyes went blank. Smoke curled out from each of their mouths and flew into the air. Jared watched in excitement as the swap took place.

Seth felt himself leave the jock’s body, the reprieve from the constant lust was incredible. Almost instantaneously, he shot towards the gaping mouth of his father. He began to fill the much larger frame, feeling himself settle in. As he began to spread out within, the weight of his dad’s form bore down on him.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at the handsome jock’s face, which looked stunned.

“What—how—what happened? Why am I looking at myself? Why does my voice sound like that?”

Marcus stared at the muscular forearms and tanned hands he now possessed. A look in the kitchen mirror confirmed he had switched bodies with this man! His eyes widened, and a grinned formed on his face. The young man staring back was handsome, fit.

Seth stumbled in his larger body, hands flying to his face. His rough stubble was replaced by a thick bush of hair sprouting from every inch of his face. His arms and knuckles were similarly coated in the black, wiry hair. He patted his heavier frame, feeling the itch of a furry chest begging to burst from beneath his shirt. He sighed and looked at Jared. “It worked, you made me switch bodies with my own father. Fuck, he’s so itchy…”

“Seth?” The jock exclaimed. “You’re in there? Who am I?”

“Let me explain…”

“Explain later!” Marcus grinned. In the mirror he flexed, watching mounds of muscles ripple on his biceps and pecs. “I feel great! GRRAAAHHHH! Your friend looks great. I look great!” His nostrils flared as he sniffed the sweat under his deep, hairy pits. “I should shower…I—“ He froze. His eyebrows furrowed and he bit his lip. “Excuse me boys…”

“Oh no…”

He ran out of the room.

Seth turned his attention again to the mirror. The manly face staring back at him, the gigantic beard, his new cock strained against his dress pants. He was horny, not in the way he was before, but enough to get a laugh from Jared.

“Enjoying being the man of the house?” He walked up and tugged on his friend’s new facial hair.

“It’s not so bad,” Seth admitted, having stuck his hand up his shirt, brushing a hand through his newly hairy chest.

“Your dad is so fucking hairy man…Let’s see what you got!” Jared giggled, unzipping his pants and tearing away his dad’s leather belt. In quick succession, he hooked his hands into the waistband of his briefs and pulled them down.

A hard, meaty cock sprung up and smacked him in the face as Seth grunted. “What the hell!”

“Fuck…that’s a cock…maybe I want your dad’s body…”

Seth stared down and blushed. The dick he now possessed was even larger than the jock’s and thicker too. It was surrounded by the thickest patch of black, wiry pubes, and the head glistened with precum. It felt like he hadn’t jerked off in a week.

“Oh my god…” Seth stared, eyes glassy. He grunted in his deeper voice. He swiped a thumb over the head and grunted even louder, cock twitching in response to the foreign touch.

Upstairs, Marcus was staring in shock at the mirror. His hands dragged down his handsome, stubble-lined face. Gone were the lines around his eyes and mouth and the thick bushy beard he’d grown out for a year.

He flexed more, admiring the virile form he now possessed. “Who are you?” Marcus asked the mirror, in awe of his chill, young voice. He had decided to ask questions later, a fire lighting up his groin when he’d been downstairs. His cock tented against his shorts and he looked past his rippling abs at it. Curiosity and sheer hormones won out, and he gently pried down the waistband. A thick, sweaty cock angrily leapt free, smacking his stomach and making him see stars. Marcus groaned as he took in the sight. It was smaller than his own, but plenty big. Where his old untamed forest had been was a soft dark brown bush, thick like a man’s should be.

The sexy man staring back had fire in his eyes as he furiously fucked his hard cock. He tugged at the smaller bush at its base and his gigantic muscular legs twitched as release bubbled up and he growled. Jets of hot white cum had exploded from the tip of his new cock and all over his abs and the floor, but it was still painfully hard.

The jock staring back at him was drenched in sweat, the bathroom smelled faintly like a locker room as he continued to fuck his hand.

He flexed as he did it, hypnotized by the sheer manliness he felt. His meaty bicep sprung to life. BRRRAAAAAPPPPP, he belched loudly, like a real jock. The sound rang in his ears and his cock twitched with pleasure as beads of sweat ran down his chest.

He turned his head at the knock on the door. His own body waited, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Son—am I dreaming? What’s going on?” He panted.

Seth grimaced and let himself in. He explained to his father why he had to trap him in that body, what Jared had done at the gym, and promised him that he’d find someone to swap with.

“I’m so horny,” Marcus groaned.

Seth blushed as he felt his new cock twitch happily. He stared with horror at his bulge. “Dad…are you gay?”

“No…why?”

“Cause I’m turned on right now…”

“Well…I did fool around with a few guys in college…” just then he groaned as another bout of pleasure shot through his body.

Seth looked at his reflection, his dad’s reflection once more. He slowly removed his shirt, exposing the hairy chest he was just itching. Thick, black hair covered his entire torso. “Sheesh dad, have you ever thought of trimming this?”

“Don’t steal my body and then complain about it,” he panted. “Enjoying the view?” He looked down at the tent popping out from his tight dress pants as his eyes glazed over. “Ohhhh FUCK! I need to fuck something now!”

Seth got on his knees in front of the jock’s leaking cock, staring up at his handsome face.

“What are you—-oh!!” Marcus’ knees buckled as Seth shoved the massive length of him in his mouth.

Seth couldn’t believe was he was doing, but he was so horny and knew his dad felt the same. The cock in his mouth was hot and pink from all the tugging, and the sheer size of it made him choke. He pulled it out and brushed it against his beard. “FUCK!!!” Marcus yelled, “do that again!!”

Seth proceeded to shove his cock deep into the dense fur on his face. Marcus grabbed his former head and began to fuck it, moaning at the added friction. Seth groaned as the thick cock slid in and out of his beard, he made a note to try this again later. He’d be stuck as his dad for a while longer.

“It’s not enough…I need you to fuck me. This body is begging…” he turned around and spread his hairy cheeks. A line of sweat dropped down the crack Seth himself had just owned an hour ago.

Greedily, he lined his face up to the two big muscular globes and began to devour Marcus’ jock ass. The scratch of his beard sent him into a spiral. “Fuck bro…eat my ASS!!” Marcus’ eyes crossed, his personality almost completely overshadowed by the jock’s instincts. “Dude…” he moaned again.

Seth backed up and pulled his pants down. His dad’s cock sprang forth happily and lined up to the hairy hole. In seconds, he pushed the length of it inside his hot, wet ass and Marcus groaned in relief.

“Pound me bro!”

Ball-smacking fucking ensued, made louder by the deep grunts of both men, lost in the pleasure and smell of sex. Seth’s larger hairy balls swayed relentlessly.

“Dude you smell so good,” Marcus grinned stupidly. They were facing each other and their chest hair rubbed together as they continued to fuck. He lifted Seth’s arm and smashed his face into his own pit. The dense hair wiped across his handsome face and he smiled at the smell he was so accustomed to before his son stole his body.

The jock’s abs contracted as he got fucked, he groaned in his deep stupid voice and they neared climax. “FUCKKKK,” Marcus drawled, as his 9 inch cock busted all over himself and Seth. Cum splashed everywhere and Marcus threw his hands over his head as he rode the orgasm. Seth groaned as he came for the first time from his new middle aged man cock, tweaking his hairy nipples as he filled the jock’s tight hole. After he came, his big hairy frame collapsed onto the sweaty jock.

Marcus seemed to come back to his senses. “Fuck, Seth! Get me out of here. I can’t stand it.”

“Who do you want to swap with?”

“I want my body back!”

“I’ll swap with you,” came Seth’s old voice. Jared stood by the door grinning. Suddenly, Marcus and Jared arched their spines as they swapped. Smoke poured out of their mouths and transferred as Seth watched.

A moment later, the same grin was plastered on the jock’s face. “Fuck yeah, missed this a bit.” He flexed a boulder-like bicep and sniffed at the damp pit.

“What the hell, Jared!”

Marcus stared down at his new body, “oh god…”

Jared grinned as he drawled in his deeper voice. “Look at that, a full father-son swap. Sorry Seth, I don’t want to be you forever. Plus, I’m thinking we use this body to our advantage. We could all swap with anyone we wanted! Who wouldn’t say yes to being this guy?”

“You can’t leave us swapped! Let us get back to our bodies!” Marcus whined.

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Read Part 1 by @possessionbodythief.

Two years have passed since that fateful night, and I’ve settled into my new life as Jake with surprising ease. Watching the residents of the house over the years has proven invaluable in adapting to the modern world. My mannerisms have changed, but since the real Jake had always been uncertain about how his dad would react to being in a new body, it didn’t matter much. People around me simply chalk it up to growing up and finding myself.

After some time living with "my dad" - or Jake now in Robert's body - in the old house, I realized I needed my own space to truly embrace this new life. Moving out was a big step, but one I knew I had to take. I found a small apartment downtown with a view of the city skyline, a far cry from the haunted house I was confined to for decades. This place, with its modern amenities and vibrant surroundings, felt like a breath of fresh air. The sense of freedom and independence was exhilarating, something I had never known in my previous life.

"It's so good to be free," I whisper to myself, a smile spreading across my face.

My phone buzzes, pulling me out of my reverie. It's a text from "my dad."

"Hey Jake, you wanna grab dinner tonight? Been missing you."

My smile widens. I quickly text back.

"Sure, Dad. There's a new spot near here I've been meaning to try, wanna meet at 7?"

"Perfect. See you then, kiddo."

I put my phone down, thinking about how much has changed. Lately, I've been working out a lot. I feel a bit bad for Jake; he was just kinda impatient. It would've happened for him eventually if he had kept with a routine. I mean look at the transformation from then to now:

But hey, his impatience is my gain. I'm still more lean than buff right now, but that's how I like it. There are a bunch of cute guys checking me out all the time. I've even managed to get a hot boyfriend.

But it seems Jake has noticed the changes the most. He even jokingly muses, "Damn, what I would've done to have a body like yours at that age." He's kidding, of course. He never experienced this age. In fact, we still have never mentioned the swap – thank God, 'cause I don't want to risk him finding out who I really am in this body. Jake seems to be completely comfortable in his new body, never showing any signs of sadness or jealousy. He truly embraces his role as Robert and appears genuinely happy.

But sometimes, he throws in these playful comments that catch me off guard. Like the other day, I was stretching after a workout, and he walks in, giving me an exaggerated once-over.

"Look at you, all limber and toned. If I didn't know better, I'd think you were trying to impress someone," he said with a wink.

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. "Well, you're definitely turning heads. Just make sure you don't break too many hearts."

I grinned back at him. "And look at you, Dad. You're in fantastic shape. You've got those muscles everyone dreams of."

Jake's eyes gleamed with pride as he flexed his bicep. "Damn right. I know I've got it going on."

Another time, we were out for dinner, and I mentioned I was thinking of getting a new wardrobe.

"Oh really?" he replied, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Trying to show off those gains? I can't blame you. If I had your body, I'd probably never wear a shirt."

I chuckled, feeling a flush creep up my neck. "Maybe I'll take your advice and start a new trend."

It's not just my body that's improved, though. Jake has also been hitting the gym hard. He's in fantastic shape, even better than when I first took over this body. His muscles are more defined, and his confidence radiates in every movement.

As I step into the upscale restaurant, the blend of modern design and rustic charm immediately catches my eye. String lights are draped across the space, casting a warm, inviting glow over the wooden tables and cushioned benches. The walls are adorned with lush greenery and vibrant flower arrangements, creating a serene and picturesque ambiance. The gentle sound of a nearby water fountain adds to the tranquil atmosphere. The tantalizing aroma of freshly baked pizzas and herbed garlic bread fills the air, making my mouth water.

Jake is already there, waiting at our table. He looks up and grins when he sees me.

"Hey, kiddo," he says, standing up to give me a hug.

"Hey, Dad," I reply, embracing him warmly. "This place looks amazing. Ready for a feast?"

"You bet," he says with a laugh as we take our seats.

We start by ordering a variety of appetizers: bruschetta topped with fresh tomatoes and basil, crispy calamari, and a charcuterie board that looks almost too good to eat.

"These bruschettas are amazing," Jake says, biting into one.

I nod. "Definitely. This place is awesome."

As we work our way through the appetizers and move on to the main course, a handsome waiter catches Jake's eye. He can't help but flirt, turning on the charm with every word. The waiter, clearly interested, flirts back, and by the time dessert arrives, Jake has the waiter's phone number scrawled on a napkin.

I can't help but laugh. "Wow, Dad, you're really on fire tonight."

Jake grins, waving the napkin. "What can I say? When you've got it, you've got it."

We finish our meal with splitting a tiramisu. As we're wrapping up, Jake leans over, a serious look in his eyes. "Hey, why don't you come back home tonight? I've missed having you around recently. I'd really like it if you stayed over."

"Sure, Dad," I say, smiling. "I'd love to."

When we get home, he catches me looking at myself in the mirror, admiring my progress. The muscles I've worked so hard to develop are finally starting to show, and there's a newfound confidence in my reflection. Jake walks up behind me, his presence warm and reassuring.

"You know, you've got this whole 'boy-next-door' vibe going, but with an edge. It's... intriguing."

I chuckle, a bit embarrassed but also pleased by his words. He steps closer and grabs my waist, his hands firm yet gentle.

He looks at me in the mirror, a knowing smile playing on his lips. "See, I told you," he says with a twinge of irony, "You just needed to wait for your growth spurt."

I turn to face him, our eyes meeting. "I guess you were right," I say, with a knowing smile. "It just took a little time."

A look of lust flashes over his eyes, and I feel a thrill run down my spine. He moves closer, his hands sliding up to my shoulders, giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze.

"And now you’re all grown up," he murmurs, his voice low and husky.

Before I can respond, his lips are on mine, capturing me in a deep, passionate kiss. My body reacts instantly, pressing against him, the heat between us igniting something primal and intense. It's been two years since we last shared this kind of intimacy, and the hunger in his eyes tells me he’s been waiting just as long.

He guides me to the bedroom, our kisses growing more urgent, our touches more desperate. The anticipation builds as we shed our clothes, revealing the bodies we’ve both worked so hard to perfect. The air is charged with electricity, the desire between us palpable.

Jake pushes me gently onto the bed, his eyes roaming over my body with a mix of pride and lust. "You're perfect," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion.

He joins me on the bed, his hands exploring every inch of my skin, rekindling the flames of our past encounters. I gasp as his lips find the sensitive spots on my neck, my chest, my inner thighs. The pleasure is overwhelming, each touch sending waves of ecstasy through me.

When he finally enters me, it’s like coming home. The connection between us is deeper than ever, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. Every thrust brings us closer to the edge, the intensity building until it’s almost unbearable. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I match his rhythm, our breaths coming in ragged gasps.

"It's been too long," Jake groans, his breath hot against my ear. "I’ve missed this."

"Me too," I gasp, my hands clutching at his back, urging him deeper. "God, I've missed this."

His pace quickens, each thrust more powerful than the last. The room is filled with the sounds of our passion—the slap of skin against skin, the low moans and gasps, the whispered words of desire. I can feel myself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

Jake's hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, deeper. "You're mine," he whispers fiercely, his eyes locked on mine. "Always."

"Yes, Daddy," I moan, the words slipping out naturally, a thrill of submission coursing through me. "I'm yours."

The intensity of his gaze, the possessiveness in his voice, sends me over the edge. I cry out, my body arching beneath him as pleasure crashes over me, wave after wave. He follows moments later, a guttural groan tearing from his throat as he finds his release, collapsing onto me, spent and sated.

We lie there, tangled in each other’s arms, the afterglow of our lovemaking still shimmering around us. His weight is comforting, his presence a soothing balm. I run my fingers through his hair, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against mine.

"That was incredible," I murmur, my voice soft and breathless.

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At 1 o’clock dead on, Dennis heard a loud knock at his studio door. He practically leap out of his desk chair and dashed over to the door. He already knew exactly who was behind the door and he couldn’t have been more pumped. As he swung the door open, there stood Steven, the massive hunk of a man he’d hired for a photo shoot.

Steven was quite a large and stocky man who’d been modelling for about just over a year now. He wore glasses and was proudly bald but to make up for it he had a thick rugged beard which along with his strong manly features made him the picture of masculinity. and that wasn’t even taking into account Steven massive build. Standing at a staggering 6’2 and weighing just over 300 pounds in what was mostly muscle. From the pictures Dennis had seen of him, he also knew the man was rather hairy underneath the tight black t-shirt that was struggling to contain Steven’s pecs.

Dennis was quick to let the model in before briefing him on what exactly they were going to be shooting. Steven already knew he’d be shooting for a men’s magazine as Dennis went in to explain they’d take a few shots in the studio first before going out to do some shots outside as well which Steven seemed happy enough with.

And so they got straight to it. They got on with taking some shots inside the comfort of the studio with Steven doing plenty of different poses that showed off his incredible form. Eventually taking off his tight shirt at the request of Dennis. As soon as he did though Dennis had to try and not stare too much at the man’s large hairy pecs as tempting as they were. Doing his best to remain professional as he took some rather flattering shots of the gorgeous male specimen before him.

After taking some more photos, Dennis decided it was time to move to some of the outdoor locations he’d picked out. Just before they left however, Dennis was sure to send a quick message to his buddy John reading “Now heading your way.” To which John responded with a thumbs up.

It wasn’t long before the two arrived at a train station only a 5 minute walk from the studio. It seemed to be all but deserted save for one man, seemingly in his forties, sitting on a bench in a green t-shirt and black shorts who glanced at them as they stepped onto the station. He seemed normal enough so Steven did pay him much mind.

Dennis informed the stocky model that this was where he wanted to take their next set of photos. Steven glanced around, looking a little confused as to why they’d wanna do a shoot on an old looking train station. Yet he didn’t question it. Dennis was the photographer afterall. He must’ve known what he was doing.

They began taking a few more photos, Dennis moving around Steven as the hulking man took up a few poses as per Dennis’ instruction. However while he was behind Steven and out of the bigger man’s field of vision, Dennis glanced over his shoulder at the man sitting on the bench. He subtly motioned towards Steven to which the man seemed to understand in a wordless exchange of nods. Little did Steven know that the man was actually Dennis’ good friend and the pair of them had a surprise that was gonna scare Steven right out of his own skin… so to speak.

Dennis quickly moved back around to the front of Steven again, taking more photos as inconspicuously as he could. Meanwhile, John stood up before slowly making his way towards the two. Taking small quiet steps as he crept up behind Steven. Dennis on the other continued to take photos, asking Steven to pull his shorts up a little to show off his meaty thighs some more. All the while pretending not to see John stood behind Steven, checking him out like a tasty piece of meat.

It was at this moment that the forty-something year old reached into his pocket and pulled out a small purple glowing orb of sorts. John held it in his hand for a moment, looking at it before looking at Steven, then at Dennis. Dennis nodded.

Steven looked confused for a moment before suddenly, John came up behind him and pressed the glowing orb against his muscular back. Dennis watched as the two men were engulfed in a purple light until eventually…it faded.

“John! Did it work?!” Dennis shouted with nervous excitement.

Steven’s body looked down at himself in bewilderment before looking up at Dennis and grinning. “Oh you better fucking believe it.” He finally answered with a twisted look of joy spreading across his newly stolen face. Already loving the much deeper and gruffer tone to his voice as he spoke.

Those body swapping stones they’d gotten from that creepy magic shop owner had actually worked. John, a chubby forty something year old man had swapped bodies with a massive buff hairy model in his late twenties! It was a miracle!!

John started to feel up his new body almost immediately. Rubbing his hands though the abundance of hair that now coated his stomach before bringing them up to feel through his newfound forest of chest hair. All the while relishing in the feeling of solid muscle where fat used to be. Having a pair of big hairy pecs was everything he’d ever dreamed it would be. And the fun wouldn’t seem to stop there as John’s eyes wandered across his new arms. Scanning over his thick new biceps while taking note of just how large his new hands were. Before he could get any further however, he was interrupted by his former body.

“HEY!! WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?! GIVE BACK MY BODY!” the real Steven screamed in a blind panic.

John turned to face the man properly and smirked. “No can do old man, the orb I used to switch us is only good for one use. This is MY body now.” He stated as he brought his arms up into a double bicep pose and flexed them hard. “And I’m loving it already.” John said as Steven looked on mortified at the sight of a stranger piloting his former hairy Goliath of a body. Even starting to learn how to bounce his pecs thanks to the muscle memory. “Fuck yeah! I’ve always wanted to do that.”

During all this neither of them had failed to notice the quickly growing erection in John's white shorts. “I can already feel how huge of a monster this cock is! Way better than my old pathetic one that’s for sure.” John said while rubbing his fattening bulge through the shorts. “I haven’t been this hard in years!”

“HEY!! Stop touching my fucking cock!!” Steven managed to say through all the panic and confusion.

John smirked as he plunged a hand into his shorts and grasped his new pulsing cock. “It’s not your cock anymore. It’s mine! And can’t wait to start jerking it off and shoving it inside some hot dudes!” John taunted as he tugged at his now 8.5 inch cock. “But first we’ve gotta take care of you.” He said taking hand out of his shorts before beginning to stomp over to his former body.

Scared, Steven tried to turn and run but the fat middle aged body he now had was no match for his old body. John quickly caught him before restraining Steven. “Quickly Dennis! Now!” John shouted.

Dennis, who had been watching the exchange between the two men in wonder, dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out a syringe. Steven’s eyes widened with fear as he tried to break free to no avail against his own beefy arms.

Dennis made his way over to the two of them, flicking the tip of the needle on the way. Getting up close and personal, he inspected Steven’s now flabby arm in an attempt to enter the needle safely. But despite his best attempts teven was wriggling far too much for him to get a safe shot. “John, can you get him to stay still?!”

“Well… I think I’ve got one idea that could work.” As John said this, an almost malicious grin began to form on his face. He carefully maneuvered Stevens head while raising up one of his arms until he was finally able to shove Steven’s face into his damp hairy armpit. Suddenly Steven was overwhelmed with the musky smell that used to belong to him. He didn’t know how to react as the sweaty scent permeated his nostrils. Part of him wanted to pull away but he didn’t have the strength as his nose was forced to dig deeper into his former armpit. This left Steven dazed just long enough that Dennis was able to stick him with the needle at last.

“There you go. Just fall asleep in your own musk.” John sniggered while continuing to hold Steven nice and deep in his pit. And slowly but surely Steven lost consciousness, leaving John to catch him before he collapsed.

“He should be out cold for at least an hour or so. Go sit him down on the bench you were sitting on earlier.” Dennis suggested.

And so John did just that, using his incredible new strength to lift his old body and carry it over to the bench. Sitting it down next to a brown bag Steven had brought with him. Inside the bag was some money, car keys, his home address and more so that Steven would at least have somewhere to go when he wakes. The train platform was normally abandoned so they figured he should be fine on his own for now. He wasn’t their problem anymore regardless.

“Alright let’s head back to your studio to pick up my stuff and then go to your place until my new memories kick in.” John couldn’t stop touching himself. Flexing each and every hairy muscle that he could. Groping his biceps. Kneading his pecs. Smacking his thighs. Everything about his new body just felt so euphoric. Not to mention the rush he was still feeling from stealing it.

“Fine but as soon as you’ve got those memories, you’ve gotta help me get MY new body as well remember?” Dennis reminded his now hairy hulk of a friend.

John hummed in agreement as continued flexing. Adoring the sensation of his muscles rippling with pure power when he did. All the while his cocky as still hard as a rock and begging to be let out of its fabric prison. “Fuuuuck. Mind if I take care of this when we get to your place? This giant dick is driving me nuts. As soon as I bust a load I’ll be golden.” He claimed while not being able to help letting his hands wander south to caress his bulge.