MaleTransformationWorld

Taking the Chronivac on vacation was a great idea. Here I am after using the device to swap my body with Mark here - we were best friends taking a weekend trip. As soon as we swapped he took off in my Latino body to try picking up girls different than the ones he would normally get, but forgot that he left me alone with the Chronivac.

I pulled up my old bodys profile, looking over the stats. Not too shabby, I had put a lot of work into that body after all. I decided to make a couple other adjustments to him. His fault really, he didn't put any locks on the system.

The first thing I did was switch his sexuality from straight to gay. He's probably at a bar right now, in the middle of flirting with some girl but his eyes can't stay away from the hot muscled bartender. Then I took away his ability to speak and understand English, so he could communicate in Spanish. Third, I altered his weight, pushing my former 160 lbs to well over 300.

“W-what?” you repeated, completely dumbfounded by the handsome hunk’s statement.

“You heard me alright. I’m tired of this guy’s life. Sure he got a bitching body under all these clothes and a massive cock to boot, but his work is way too stressful and that nagging girlfriend of his is a bitch to deal with. So I think I’ll take your ordinary life for a while.” He looked around to make sure no one heard you before taking a step closer. You could almost feel his minty breath on your face now.

“W-who are?” You asked, still not fully understanding what was going on and a little bit flustered by having such a stud coming on so close to you.

“Me? I’m just a simple body-swapper. Having lived for centuries, swapping between bodies left and right and been in all kinds of people. So no, I don’t have a “real” identity to answer your question with… But the real fun question you should be asking me soon is; “Who am I?” And that my good sir, will be something you’re gonna have to find out yourself.“ The hunk continued standing there and smiled at you amusingly.

Now you were definitely sure he was crazy or high on some drugs, and you certainly didn’t want to deal with that. You were about to turn around and find a seat at the other end of the cart, when the train suddenly passed into a tunnel. For a few seconds everything turned pitch-black and you felt incredibly queasy. And then the light came back on and you found yourself once again standing in the train.

Only… you were now looking towards the other side of the cart, feeling a lot taller and stronger. But what surprised you most of all was the fact that you saw yourself standing in front of you, grinning. Turning your head towards the train’s reflective window and seeing what looked back at you, you couldn’t help but leak a little bit right then and there.

The Cap is really straining my mind, lately. But I think I can handle it another day....

Let me explain. The Cap, according to my research, seems to have been around a very long time. I believe it started out as a crown for some lost civilization to make their kings mighty warriors. Over the years, it has changed forms and gone from civilization to civilization. At some point in the modern era, it somehow moved away from royalty and has been difficult to track. But I used all my magical knowledge, every divination spell in my book, and finally found it in the attic of a successful body builder. It had taken on the form of a baseball cap to suit our modern world.

I admit, I was eager to put it on. Part of the reason I had spent my life on the secret world of magic was a complete inability to develop my body athletically. I was short and scrawny, and definitely sick of it. I figured the Cap would give me the body of a king. I knew from my research the cost, and thought it would be simple enough to pay.

To earn the magic of the Cap, you effectively must withstand its psychic assault on your mind. It will try and chip away at the foundation of your thoughts, bend you to its image of a "warrior" of your culture. I had already had to pick my battles, allowing it to change parts of my mind. It instilled in me a drive to go to the gym, first. I noticed its unnatural powers even on my first workout as my muscles visible bulged and grew as I sweat. Each day, I put the Cap back on, returned to the gym, and resisted it through my workouts.

As you can see, it's rewarded me with this gorgeous athletic body. But I've been slipping lately. My speech pattern includes the word Bro alot now, I've noticed. I only buy jock clothes now. I'm turned on by the thought of proving my dominance over other jocks now, both in the gym and in bed. That's been the hardest change to resist, and even now I'm growing hard at the thought...

Oh. Oh no. I'm going over to this hot guy in the locker room. I can't stop myself. He's into my body, running his hands up and down my sweaty muscles, making out with me. Now we're getting in the showers. I've never blown a load while wearing the Cap! I don't think my mind... can resist... if I... CUM!

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From Jock Transformations

Hello, all. This is the new me. You’ll notice that I don’t look at all like I used to before high school graduation three months ago. Let me explain.

After graduation, I began college almost immediately over the summer. It was here that I met my new body, Jack. Jack was a year older than me, and just trying to get in two years of college before he moved completely into the modeling industry. Needless to say, I expected him to succeed in that field. Now, we took a general science class together (that’s where we met) and the professor? Completely bonkers, but brilliant. He always had this open ad posted for a “job opening” testing his experiments for him. He invented a lot, so it would be something different usually. One week, the ad had a note tacked to it that said he’d like people to sign up as partners. Jack and I had talked just a little bit, and he and I decided to get the extra money and signed up together.

We arrived to find the professor waiting for us at the door to his personal lab in the basement of the science building. He unlocked it and told us to follow him. After walking through a veritable maze of equipment, we finally arrived at a series of four tables, all arranged around a central dome-shaped device. A control computer was a ways off. He told us that we were the only partnership there that day, and asked us to lie down on the tables that were opposite of each other, our heads facing the dome. We obliged, and he said he was beginning the experiment. He told us to close our eyes, and the machinery in the dome began humming. It was actually relaxing. I felt myself slipping into sleep. I finally did fall asleep, and had odd dreams, made of flashes of color and random sounds… Suddenly, I felt a hand shake me awake. I was disoriented and groggy, and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. I thought I had made a mistake, because I could have sworn I had gotten on the other bed. I stood up, feeling heavier and taller than normal.

“That was really relaxing, professor, I fell asleep so deeply it’s still messing with my head. See, I even think my voice sounds wrong,” I said. The professor just grinned at me.  "Look down,“ he said.

I did, and saw the brown Abercrombie shirt that Jack had worn in. “You switched our clothes?” “Your bodies, actually. Jack awoke before you and asked to be allowed home,” the professor explained. “So Jack ran off with my body?” I said, stunned.

“Not exactly. I wasn’t going to switch you back for another five years. It’s how the experiment will work. I need to be able to present data on the psychological and social consequences of the body swap technology before I get a patent and a contract to manufacture and sell it to the public,” he told me. I suppose it could be worse. After all, I get to spend the next five years as a model while the old Jack gets to go to college and study engineering as a younger man. I left the lab, and found Jack’s keys in my pocket. I located his car and drove to his apartment, where he lived alone. I hurried into his bathroom, and stripped down to nothing, stepping into the shower. I grinned at the reflection in the mirror.

I soaped up, and was barely able to contain myself. The feeling of running my hands over this chiseled body was euphoric. My hands lingered on the Apollo’s belt jack had for a lot longer than they needed to, and I forced myself to pull away. I scrubbed his short, blonde hair (so different from my old long, brown, and greasy hair) and spiked it up in front with his gel. I couldn’t wait to get a taste of life as Jack.

Seeing myself in this body in the mirror was really getting my new member all worked up. I did several poses, and then had the bright idea to try on some of his nice modeling underwear. I got half way to the dresser, then decided to give up right there. I collapsed on the bed, letting my new dick spring up, grabbing it and exploring my new sensitive zones.

Yes, I knew graduating high school was only the beginning!

Let’s start off the ‘Make a Wish’ Captions with a prompt from the one and only @kylecrusoe-captions​!

“I think we’re pretty far away from civilization now, wouldn’t you say… son.” Gareth said, taking a deep breath to smell the nature all around them. He and his son Ashton had decided to take a long hike up one of their neighboring mountain. They had just decided to take a water break after having walked for over an hour.

“I sure hope so, dad…” He heard his son Ashton say, having stood up and walked over to where Gareth was standing. His son’s hot breath was breathing against the back of his neck.

He suddenly felt his son’s strong arms grabbing him and turning him around, before planting a deep passionate kiss on his lips. Gareth was shocked at first, but soon decided to enjoy the taste and sensations instead.

“God, you have no idea how much I’ve wanted to literally pounce on you during the whole time we walked up here.” Ashton’s mouth left his dad’s breathless lips. He then grabbed a hold of his dad’s junk through the cargo shorts, causing the burly man to grunt in pain and pleasure. “And you how no idea how much even longer I’ve had a crush on you, Mr. Gareth…”

Of course Gareth knew. He knew that this wasn’t actually his son, but one of the nerdy kids from his son’s class who he had often caught staring at him during their parental meetings. He was fully aware of the botched science experiment that had somehow swapped the gay nerd into his son’s jock body.

“You never even looked at me before. But now, I’ve seen the way you look at my body at home… The way you look at your son’s body…” His son’s body quickly unbuckled his pants and then slowly knelt down. His hot breathing mouth was inches away from Gareth’s throbbing engorging member.

“You want me, don’t you? You want this so so bad… After all, you’re the one that suggested we hike out here where no one could see us for some ‘father and son bonding’…” Gareth felt his son’s wet tongue flick against his painfully hard member. “Well we got a few more days of camping left. I’m sure we’ll bond in all sorts of ways before this is all over….”

Beginning to think this whole thing was a mistake. Here is my boyfriend, taking a photo to show off his new ass. He has always been shy so I switched our bodies one day. I never missed a day at the gym, and I had a naturally taller and broader frame. He could build up some confidence in my body, and hopefully hat would transfer back with him.

I am starting to doubt that now. The top of my head barely reaches my old shoulders, I am rail thin now with a much smaller dick to boot. I feel like I need my old body with me when I go outside, because how could I possibly defend myself? I need someone to protect me.

He posts the photo and tells me to throw on some clothes. He wants to take us down to the sex shop for some new underwear and toys. I can't say no to him, not like this.

Put on some clothes? No way!

Do you think I am ashamed to be wearing so little? Thats funny. Maybe if you had appreciated everything you had more (when you had it, that is) then you wouldn't be here now. You pissed off that witch, not me.

Actually, maybe YOU should put on some clothes. The ones you were wearing shredded when you ballooned out into my body anyway.

Fuck. I could have sworn i swiped the personal trainers shirt from the gym. Instead when I put it on I transformed into the guy he had been training earlier.

The worst part is I can't switch back for 12 hours, and I had been planning for this day. I had even set up a Grindr account catfishing as my trainer in preparation for tonight, there were so many hot guys just waiting for HIM to show up at the club tonight, not this flabby body.

Evan and Cole had been together for a year or so when the Great Shift hit them. Evan, once a rail thin twink, found himself in Coles muscular gym-going body.

Cole took the swap as a challenge, and wasted no time at all starting to put on a little muscle.

Evan didn't know what to do to maintain his body, and found he didn't have the will to put in all the hard work it required. He soon gained a lot of weight, and lost his job as a personal trainer. To hide it from Cole, he began an OnlyFans in order to make up for the lost income.

Nothing stays a secret for long though, and Cole came home early one day to find Evan squeezed into a jockstrap that used to hug his body perfectly, shoving an entire cake down his throat in front of a recording camera.

Cole laughed and mocked his boyfriend, before telling him that he had been fucking the man who took Evans job at the gym. "Have fun being a fat, unemployed loser!" He said, packed a bag, and left.

Evan looked down at his body, the man he used to love. The Great Shift upended his whole world, and now all he has to his name is being another gainer eating for pay.

I couldn't resist when I saw him. I hired a handyman for a few repairs around my house. I was able to do them myself, but I didn't have the time between my executive job and my bustling personal life.

I have been able to swap bodies with people my entire life, but I rarely use it. And I have never used it on a stranger before. Still the thought was exciting, I figured I could do the repairs, take his body out on the town for a night, and return to my rich life the next morning.

He freaked out when I made the swap, but I acted like nothing had happened and went about doing his job. The first issue I encountered was when I stopped at his atm to take some cash out for the night. He didn't even have enough in his account for a cover at one of the clubs I usually went to!

I found his trailer in a rundown park on the outside of town. He has very little. An old projection TV stood on a wire stand with a VCR beneath it. He couldn't even have a DVD player!

I spent the night home alone and hungry because I had no food, no money, and only enough gas left in his truck to get me back to my body in the morning. He is sexy as fuck but I was getting bored.

The next morning I drove myself back home. The handyman in my body greeted me with a smug smile. I tried to iniate the swap back but nothing happened.

Confused, I went about finishing up the work before confronting him and trying again. Still nothing worked, I was in his body. Then I realized why I never swapped with strangers. Only my body has the power, so that body had to be the one to instigate the swap. How could I have made such a dumb mistake?

I explained the situation, which caused him to start laughing. He took out his wallet, unfolded a couple hundred dollar bills, and showed me the door. He also said if I wanted to eat for the rest of the month I had better show up to work my shift at the all male strip club in town tonight.