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(Original story posted December 14th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Written for @bodyswappingandshit/@bodyswappingandshit-1

Glad to finally have the first part of this story back up! It’s one I know lots of you enjoyed back in the day. I thought about uploading all three parts of this story together in one post like I’ve been doing with other multi part stories from the past but honestly this story is just too massive. Especially now that I’m updating and extending it. So for that reason I’m keeping it separated into three parts. I’m even considering adding on a bonus epilogue that wasn’t part of the original! But with all that said, enjoy the story! ❤️

Read Part 2 Here! Read Part 3 Here! Read The Epilogue Here!

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“No… fucking… way…” Was all Martin could say or think when he recognised the man who’d been working out across from him at the gym.

Recently Martin, a youthful 27 year old, had really been trying to get himself into shape. He’d been working out at home for some time now but after moving to a new town he decided it was finally time to get serious and sign up to one of the local gyms. The one he picked in the end was rather expensive but from what he could tell it was held in very high regard and had everything you’d ever need. More machines and equipment than Martin even knew existed, an amazing sauna, a large indoor swimming pool and more! That in mind he supposed spending the extra money on it would encourage him to go and make the most of it all.

Upon stepping into the gym on his first day as a member, Martin was of course greeted by the sight of hunks, jocks, meatheads and bodybuilders all getting deep into their routines. The aroma of manly sweat mixed with deodorant flooded his senses in a way that had him struggling to keep his dick under control. Getting a front row seat to all these men pumping their juicy muscles as big as humanly possible certainly didn’t help either. He was already having fantasies about worshipping some of these men. Kissing their biceps and massaging their thighs. Imagining how amazing it would feel to press his face between their meaty glutes. The thought alone was enough to make him drool.

Of course Martin tried to stay respectful and not stare, as difficult as that was, while instead opting to get on with his own routine. After all, if he wanted to be like all the hunks he adored, he needed to put in the work. With that things were going smoothly. He pushed through his exercises and was able to build up a good sweat in the process. However there was something that kept distracting him. Across the gym he couldn’t help but notice how a bunch of people had stopped to watch one particular dude as he worked out. Some were even going up and asking for pictures as he was resting while others had politely asked about workout and eating tips. He couldn’t see the man properly from where he was but he could tell the dude was big. Very big. Martin thought that perhaps he was an influencer or something.

Eventually his curiosity ended up getting the better of him. He finished his last set on the machine he was using before wandering his way over towards the man. If the guy was well known online, Martin wondered if it would be someone he recognised. That could be pretty exciting. He’d gotten there just as the man was doing some heavy bench pressing. He wasn’t able to get a good look at first but when the man put the barbell back and sat up, Martin’s eyes went wide with disbelief. No wonder people had been watching him this whole time. It was the Mr Olympia of classic physique! Chris fucking Bumstead!

From that point onwards Martin found it exceptionally hard to focus on his own workout. Always finding himself peeking over his shoulder to sneak glances at the renowned bodybuilding champion. He had to actively stop himself from trying to scan every inch of that titanic body as he watched beads of sweat drip down Chris’ massive frame, dampening the clothes he was wearing. Thoughts of running his tongue along Chris’ glistening muscles after a long session danced through Martin’s mind. Suddenly no other man in the gym existed. All he cared about was that pure adonis of a man. Suddenly Martin was thrown back to all the times he’d found himself laid in bed scrolling through Chris Bumstead’s Instagram while jerking his dick furiously. Now all those lustful feelings were bubbling to the surface ten fold! Martin had to try desperately to hide his painfully hard erection after that living sculpture of a man walked past him at one point, his scent wafting faintly through the air while invading Martin’s nostrils. A perfect blend of woodsy deodorant and fresh musk. Good god. Martin still couldn’t believe that perfect specimen of a man was only 2 years older than him!

Shortly after pulling off his tee to show off the sweat stained tank top underneath, Chris finished up his routine and headed off towards the locker room to change. Noticing this, Martin couldn’t help but stare from behind. Watching that wide muscled back barely contained by that tank. Eyes practically glued to the huge rounded muscle ass stretching the back of those shorts as Chris exited the main gym floor. Almost every part of Martin’s being was telling him to follow the bodybuilder in the hopes that he might get a glance at that glorious physique without a top on in person.

(Check out the full, NSFW version of this story HERE!)

History was never Tim’s strong suit. In fact, it was the only class he was failing. If he couldn’t secure a passing grade from the bullish Mr. Bruce, he wouldn’t be picking up his diploma later that month. Tim had already been held back once. He wasn’t going to let Mr. Bruce do it again.

So he made a wish to “be able to change his grade.” Vague enough that the universe decided to deal out some poetic justice. Within moments, Tim felt strange. His body seemed to be bloating in all directions, and the bed creaked under his growing mass. The formally skinny senior looked at his hands in horror as they ballooned into two hairy mitts.

“GAGH!” Tim cried as his structure reshaped. He stumbled onto two much larger feet, and lumbered across the room to his mirror to witness just what the hell was going on. Tim couldn’t believe his eyes: he looked like a 50-year-old man, and not just any 50-year-old man: Mr. Bruce himself. Tim felt his face as it sagged into the sad mug of his hard-edge teacher, hair bristling on his jaw as fast as it seemed to vanish from the top of his head.

Tim didn’t know what to do. There wasn’t exactly a playbook for randomly transforming into your history teacher, and Tim was utterly distracted by the muscles hardening on his naked frame. He had no idea Mr. Bruce was so big. He didn’t even notice the room start to change along with him: movie posters on the wall were being replaced with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves, and the twin bed expanded into a California king.

A hood of foreskin crept over the head of Tim’s formally cut cock, as it swelled to the size of a Coors Light. Greying pubes erupted all over the thing, which Tim was embarrassed to admit was growing firmer by the second. An unfamiliar smell wafted up from the man’s sweaty body. Tim should have felt disgusted… but instead, he was amazed by how hot he was. He was no longer a gangly 19-year-old stoner, but a proud 53-year-old muscle daddy.

Daddy. That word seemed to unlock something in Tim’s mind, as new memories flooded his growing skull. He remembered hearing his kids say it, even overhearing some of his female students use it jokingly behind his back. But most of all, he remembered his wife calling it in bed every night while he pumped load after load into her with his thick man meat.

The door downstairs opened, and he heard a woman’s voice call from the foyer: “honey, I’m home!” Tim shook his head. This was so wrong. He couldn’t be Mr. Bruce… and yet, he already was. He had Mr. Bruce’s life, his house, his wife, his kids, his job, his students, his body, his cock… fuck. His cock was big. So big that it dropped like an elephant trunk even at full mast.

Tim couldn’t take it any longer. He needed release. Mr. Bruce’s wife opened the door to their room just in time to see her husband busting a nut to his own reflection, the man’s thick seed splattering on the mirror as he growled like a hungry bear. The orgasm was so great, it shook the last vestiges of Tim from the man’s colossal form. By the time he was done cumming, he was Alan Bruce through-and-through. Always was, always had been.

Later that night, after Mr. Bruce had made dinner, put his kids to sleep, and fucked another load into his hot hubby, he lay there in bed, gazing at the ceiling and thinking about his classes the next day. He remembered a student had asked him to change their grade… but he couldn’t remember who. It was like the student was completely gone from his memory.

Oh well, he thought. It wasn’t like he was gonna do it anyway; Alan Bruce would never change some student’s grade just because they wanted him to. The man was a tough grader. Tough, but fair.

“Whoa, dude! That’s crazy!” Tom was beside himself, “You look just like him! You’ve got his tattoos and everything!”

“Mhmm,” I grunted in a perfect impersonation of his uncle’s deep, grumbly voice, “I even smell like him, too.”

I lifted one of my arms over my head and gave my armpit a big whiff as Tom watched. I smelled like a mixture of sweat, cheap drugstore deodorant, and cigarette smoke.

“And guess what else of his I’ve got?”

“Hey, babe it’s me … yeah, I know I sound different.”

“My flight got canceled so I decided to jump into this guy. You should see how large my junk is right now! It’s so tight in my pants it’s like it’s bagging me to release it! I’m not kidding.”

“Also found out this guy was on a business trip here and he also got a wife and kids. But I already called them to say I have to stay here for at least another week or so. His wife was like ‘’oh I understand doll love you sooo much ’’ and ‘’girls say hello to daddy’’ and more crap like that. Who says that nowadays ‘’ doll’’ and those brads kept talking nonstop about fucking Spongebob, macaroni and cheese and how they missed their ‘’ daddy’’, well ” daddy is missing you too’’, hahaha!“

’‘But I have to hang babe my flight leaves soon and when I’m back home I can show you the entire week some of daddy’s tricks.”

“Miss these bro?” My younger brother Calvin taunted me. He’d pulled up the tight tank top and revealing his massive juicy pecs after having caught me staring at him again. God they’re so huge…

It all started just over a month ago when an insane worldwide cosmic event took place. When it occurred people from all over the globe inexplicably swapped bodies! Most commonly people found they’d switched with those who were nearby when the event took place. Neighbours, family members, coworkers etc. It’s been all over the news recently with everyone trying to come to terms with their new bodies and identities. People online seem to have dubbed it ‘The Great Shift’.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when it happened. One second I was watching football and suddenly my vision got all blurry. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Calvin's bedroom at his desk with one of his favourite PC games playing in front of me. Immediately I jumped out of my seat to find myself wearing Calvin’s clothes and feeling so small and frail. All the muscle I spent years growing in the gym was completely gone, replaced by a skinny frame that didn’t look as though it’d ever even seen a dumbbell. I didn’t know how but I was in my younger brother’s body! I was in shock, not knowing how to even react. That is until he heard some strange sounds coming from downstairs…

I made my way down towards the living room and what I saw blew my mind. It was me! Or at least it was my body. He was stood in the middle of the room checking himself out and squeezing his muscles. Grunting with my voice as he did.

“Calvin?…” I asked hesitantly. His attention instantly shot towards me like a deer caught in headlights.

“B-Brett? I uhmm… what happened?! One minute I was in my room and then I was down here!…”

An incredibly guilty look crossed his face… my face? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Seeing my own body from the outside like this was trippy as hell. I never realised just how huge I was. All the muscle straining against those tight clothes. Maybe I just felt small in Calvin’s body but my body looked like a proper stud! And I could only guess Calvin thought the same judging by how he’d been feeling himself up.

It wasn’t long before we learned that we weren’t the only ones and that The Great Shift had seemingly affected most adults around the world. It was somewhat relieving to know that we weren’t the only ones but I couldn’t help feeling frustrated. Nobody seemed to know why the hell this had happened and nobody knew how to reverse it. I didn’t want to be stuck in my brother’s skinny ass body! I felt so weak and tiny. I’d worked so damn hard for the body I had and now Calvin got to reap all the benefits!? What kind of sick joke is that??

Yet as much as I hated the swap, Calvin loved it. He was more subtle about it at first. Checking himself out a little every now and then but played it cool when he was around me. However as the weeks went by and it started to seem as though we might be stuck this way, the subtly soon wore off. Calvin began shamelessly flexing the muscles I spent years building around me all the time. Going on about how amazing it felt to be in my body and how strong he felt. Whenever I told him to stop he’d just smirk at me and show off even more. Taking off his shirt usually and bouncing the pecs I used to own. He just loved rubbing it in my face. He even started calling me his little bro instead, saying it didn’t make sense to call me his big bro anymore all things considered.

I hated it at first. Being forced to sit and watch everyday as Calvin enjoyed my body. But one day something changed. He’d stopped by a mirror to check out what should’ve been my reflection as he did most days, admiring my features and muscles. “You know, I was always jealous of how handsome you were Brett.” He glanced at me from across the room. “I’ll admit, I wished quite a few times that one day I’d look good as you…” He continued before turning to me with a huge shit eating grin. “Guess I got my wish huh!” He stuck out his tongue while grabbing his bulge with one hand and flexing his other arm. “Fuuuck. I think I’m gonna go jack off in my room. See ya little bro.” Calvin began making his way towards the stairs before pausing. “Oh and don’t come in my room unless you want me to beat your ass.” He laughed. That’s exactly what I always used to tell him.

I should’ve been angry. Livid even. And yet more than anything… I was horny. I couldn’t explain it but seeing him show off my body like he owned it while grabbing what should’ve been my bulge… it turned me on so much! Luckily this dick was pretty small so he didn’t notice my growing erection or how it jumped when he said he was gonna jerk off with my dick. It shouldn’t have sounded so hot but it did!

From there on I started fantasising about my own body and the way Calvin used it. Pretending to hate how he flexed his biceps in my face after getting how from the gym only for me to rub one out to it later. Always staring at his thick muscled body when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was shirtless which was often. Wishing I could just reach out and squeeze all that muscle I used to own. It’d even gotten so bad that I began to notice he usually left the bedroom door open a crack. Just enough for me to peek inside and watch as he gripped what was once my fat cock and groan to himself as he pumped it. Mumbling about how much he loved my body and cock until he busted a huge load over himself. All the while I’m jerking what should’ve been his little dick outside the door to it all.

That brings us back to the present. I’m still trying to act angry about the switch and I am to a degree but it’s been difficult with how flustered I get whenever I see Calvin now. He just wears my buff body so damn well. He always knows exactly what to wear to show it off. No surprise considering he spent hours upon hours trying on all my clothes. That’s why now I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. That tank top was so fucking tight on those big pecs. Though I didn’t realise how obvious my gaze was until he turned to me with that same cocky smirk and lifted up his tank top to reveal his huge pecs.

“Miss these bro?” He chuckled before bouncing his huge tits a little for me. I felt as though I was being mesmerised by my own pecs… and it was working! My mouth went dry as I was unable to pull my eyes away for even a second. “Why don’t you get over here and give em a feel.” He beckoned, tempting me to come closer.

I tried to resist but in the end I just couldn’t help myself. I jumped up from where I was sitting and made my way over to him as he pulled off the tank top and tossed it on the ground. He grabbed his chest a little, grabbing and squishing the huge muscle as if he were advertising it to me. Fuck… those pecs looked so damn heavy. I didn’t appreciate them enough when they belonged to me. Maybe… I could appreciate them more now.

Soon enough I was stood before him, trying not to drool at the sight of my former body. I raised my hands hesitantly ready to squeeze those juicy watermelon sized muscle tits. Before I had a chance to grab them however, Calvin gripped the back of my head and shoved my head right in between the huge mounds of muscle! I grunted in shock as he made sure to hold me tight. Even my groans were being muffled as my face was completely smooshed between his pecs. Though my shock soon faded as I inhaled his scent and quickly realised just how intoxicating it felt to be squished between my former tits. Before long he didn’t even have to hold anymore. I kept my face firmly between his huge muscle tits before using my hands to grope them from the side and squash my face even more!

“That’s it. Gooood boy. Worship me little bro.” He cooed down at me with my own voice.

Suddenly it felt as though all the pent up attraction I had towards my former body and the way Calvin commanded it was being unleashed. I started planting kisses all over his pecs and stomach while groping him all over. I licked and kissed his huge biceps before digging my nose into his pits. I got on my knees and worshipped his massive thighs and calves. Even going as far as to nuzzle my face into his bulge, feeling how hard my old cock was, as I reached around and squeezed his jock butt. The same butt I’d spent counting gym sessions building. I wanted so badly to pull down those tight shorts and let that familiar cock flop out but he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t get greedy. You’ll have to earn that.” He bounced his pecs a little for me instead. “Why don’t you come back up here and worship these a little more first.”

I didn’t hesitate. I hopped back up onto my feet in seconds and made my way back up his torso. Kissing along his waist and stomach until I finally reached those glorious tits again. The ones I’d spent years building. I didn’t waste a second and immediately got to groping and squeezing them again. Worshipping them exactly as he instructed. I just couldn’t get enough! My eyes locked onto his nipples. I needed to suck on them so badly. I practically dove towards his right nipple but before I could wrap my lips around it, Calvin grabbed me face by the cheeks and forced me to look up at him. To look up at my former face.

“Not so fast.” He sniggered while locking eyes with me. “First you’ve gotta admit who I am, Calvin.”

I shivered as he called me by his name. With that I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and for a moment it snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? Worshipping and groping my own body? We were fucking brothers for crying out loud!? This was some seriously messed up shit. So why the hell was I so hard right now? Why the hell did I want nothing more than to stay in my little brother’s scrawny body so he could keep showing off all my hard earned muscle?! I should be pissed but…

“You’re my big bro…” I mumbled.

“Mhm. And what’s my name?”

“Brett.” I gave in, calling him by my name just as he’d called me by his. I felt so defeated but I was so driven by lust that I couldn't help myself.

With a content look on his face the new Brett let me go and the second he did I latched onto his nipples. Sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. This was it. He’d beaten me. This is what he wanted from the moment we swapped. That’s why he was always teasing me. That’s why he always left his sweaty gym clothes around for me to find. That’s why he always left his bedroom door open a crack while he was jerking off… I guess all I could do now was accept it. Assuming The Great Shift was permanent, we’re gonna be stuck like this forever right? Might as well stop fighting it and just give into my urges… after all, he does wear that body better than I ever did.

“Now if you agree tell everyone that we somehow switched back and that I’m the real Brett then I might even let you suck my dick. How’s that sound?” He proposed. Just the idea of getting to suck that dick was driving me mad. Needless to say I agreed without hesitation.

Brett pulled his phone out of his shorts and took a quick photo of me sucking on his nipples. I didn’t care though. All I wanted was to suck and squeeze. Little did I know he was sending the pic to his best friend Alex who’d also landed himself in a hot new body.

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<Brett> See! I told you it’d work. He can’t keep his hands off me!

<Alex> Holy shit. I can’t believe you actually pulled that off dude! Guess it was worth changing your name on here to his after all lmao

<Brett> Yup. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist these tits eventually. Even if they were his a month ago 😜

<Alex> Well I’m glad to hear it all worked out for you Brett! 😉 A lot of people have been struggling with The Great Swap or whatever they’re calling it

<Brett> Not you though I hear. You’ve got a new acting gig tomorrow right?

<Alex> Oh yeah! This new body has been doing wonders for me. I’ve been offered jobs left and right! I still can’t believe it honestly

<Brett> I guess we’re both just lucky to have landed ourselves a couple of hunks huh?

<Alex> You got that right. Well I’ll leave you and your little brother to have some fun

<Brett> Hahaha thanks! If he sucks on these tits any harder I’m worried he might actually get some milk outta me lmao!

<Alex> Well considering how huge those things are I wouldn’t be surprised lol. Ttyl

<Brett> Yeah Ttyl bro!

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To be continued…

The things my nerdy-ass little brother could do now that he had my body were simply amazing! Just last week, he managed to sneak his way into an exclusive orgy thanks to the devilish charisma he got when we swapped bodies. I may own that body, but that doesn't mean I have the confidence to use it to its full potential. I couldn’t see it before, but it was clear now. And today, he sent me a video where he could bounce his pecs with his mind alone. I couldn't even do that! It makes me sad to say that he's a better fit for my body than me! I'd still get it back, though… Once he gets over the ‘tough guy act’ and starts acting like my little nerdy brother again.

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“Rrrgghh yeahhh… I can’t believe it actually fucking worked!” Jonas bent his massive bulky body forwards slightly before flexing his giant new pecs and biceps with wonder. Showing them off with glee as he strained the tight wrestling spandex gear.

“What the fuck Jonas! What the hell did you do?!” Kyle, Jonas’ older brother, screamed upon dashing into the room only to find his little bro wearing his wrestling gear that’d gone missing about a week ago. Right now however he was more focused on the fact that his brother, who had been a chubby little smartass his whole life, was now a huge muscle beast! Meanwhile Kyle on the other hand, who had always been known as the sporty jock of the family, had suddenly shrunk down into a fat little shrimp version of himself!

Jonas smirked over at Kyle, looking down on his older brother for the first time in his life. “Well I was getting sick of the whole family always patting you on the back for being a meathead while I was always treated like an afterthought. So I looked into some magic shit online and it turned out all I needed was an article of your clothing and some magic lessons and presto! We switch lives.” Jonas explained before flexing again. “So now all those years you spent in the gym are mine along with everything else you’ve ever done! Everything you’ve achieved belongs to me!” He gloated while continuing to show off all the hard work Kyle had put into being huge.

Kyle was lost for words. What could he say? The man before him had literally stolen his life from him. He could tell it was still Jonas. After all his face was still the same only now it looked a little more chiselled and manly. But those arms? Those pecs? Those legs? They all belonged to him! Or at least the work that’d been put into them did. Meanwhile Kyle’s own clothes were hanging off his body. Before his Jonas hadn’t once stepped foot in a gym and now his body reflected that. Skinny arms with almost no muscle. A protruding little belly. A flat pancake of an ass. All of his gorgeous size and strength, stolen in an instant only to now be flaunted in front of his face. As if on cue, Jonas turned and gave his thick new jock butt a smack. Adoring how it jiggled.

“Better get used to calling me big bro from now on as well. Pretty sure our ages have swapped as well.” Jonas added, the more mature look his face now adorned suddenly made more sense as he’d aged up from 20 to 24 while Kyle had undergone the opposite.

That was it. Kyle snapped out of his daze and lunged at bigger man. Attacking him in a blind rage for what he’d done. Unfortunately, with Jonas’ new size and power, it wasn’t long before he’d easily subdued Kyle with a headlock. No matter how much Kyle wriggled and writhed he just couldn’t free himself from the grip Jonas’ giant bicep had on him as he was held underneath Jonas’ pit.

“Alright you little bitch, this is how things are gonna go from now on.” Jonas sneered down at his now younger brother struggling in his grasp. “For a start I’m the big meathead jock that dad is most proud of. Not you. Second, you’re going to act like this is all normal. Like you’ve always been a pathetic weak little bitch. And third, you’re gonna do whatever the fuck I tell you. Otherwise I’ll use some more of the magic I learned to turn you into a new wrestling singlet for me. Got it?” Jonas stated, clearly enjoying his new power far too much.

“…”

“Got it!?” Jonas repeated, squeezing Kyle a little tighter in the process.

“Y…yes. I got it…” Kyle finally replied, sounding completely and utterly defeated. He then let out a gasp as Jonas finally let him go.

The new jock smirked. “Now then, to help you get settled in, how’s about you worship me?” Jonas quirked an eyebrow before raising his arms up again and flexing them. Simply intoxicated with how they bulged with so much power.

Of course Kyle didn’t want to oblige. At this point he wanted to run away if anything but he was too scared that his brother might actually follow through with the threat he made. Instead Kyle took a deep breath before stepping forwards, a look of dejection crossing his face as he did exactly what Jonas told him too as much as he hated it…

“Mmmmm yeah that’s right… grope my muscles bitch! Fuuuuuck…” Jonas groaned as Kyle did exactly that. Running his hands over what should’ve been his pecs and squeezing them as per Jonas’ request. Tracing the bulging muscle of his biceps. Admiring the sheer magnitude of his shoulders. He hated it so much… which was exactly why he was so damn confused when he found himself getting a boner. Not that he was only one. Jonas had been sporting the largest tent every since casting that spell, pressing crudely against the tight spandex it was constrained by. Though it seemed Jonas was enjoying this muscle worship a little bit more than Kyle had realised until… “Ugh yeah! I’m gonna…” He didn’t even get a chance to finish his sentence as moments later globs of thick cum seeped straight through the fabric of the singlet before falling with heavy drips to the floor.

Kyle found himself both disgusted and turned on at the same time. Was this going to be his life from now on? Forced to not only worship his asshole of a brother that stole everything from him but also forced to kinda enjoy it? His life was going to be torture…

“Now get on your hands and knees and clean that up.” Jonas ordered and Kyle did exactly as he was told.

“Bro, please wash my boyfriend’s body. I’m begging you”

My brother had always been skinny. So when he saw my boyfriend’s big, beefy body, he was jealous. So jealous that he decided to cast a spell and possess him. So now I am forced to live with that idiot inside my boyfriend’s body. He’s acting all gross, doing things my boyfriend would never do. He’s flexing my boyfriend’s muscles and downing beers by the dozen. All he does is scratch his smelly balls and watch football all day. It’s gross to see my boyfriend acting so... straight.

It’s almost like he takes pleasure in my disgust. At breakfast, he pushed me up against the wall, let out a deep burp and blew the fowl stench into my face. When watching the game, he will lift his butt, laugh and yell “Protein fart!” as he lets out a long groaning hot stench that makes my eyes water. He’s turned my boyfriend into a disgusting monster.

(Original story posted June 29th 2023) This story has been Updated!

When I wrote this story back in the day, I did so with the intention of following it up with some kind of series. It didn’t end up happening unfortunately but after revisiting it I’m once again considering the idea of writing up some more stories surrounding the auction. I’ve already got a handful of ideas. Once I’ve finished reuploading my archive I’ll try to remember to write something else for the auction!

Late on the first Sunday evening of every month, an auction was held. But this was no ordinary auction of course. It was held at a private location where only a few were privileged and trusted enough to be allowed entry. These people were either those with vast amounts of wealth or those who had special connections. Or simply of course. The only other way to enter the auction was to ‘compete’.

It all took place in a large showroom with a huge luxurious stage up front. There were multiple rows of chairs seated before the stage, many of which were already being filled by those arriving. Each one of them understandably eager for the show to start. As this was the men’s auction, naturally the crowd was made up almost entirely of rich men. The kind of rich you’d be able to sense at a mere glance. High end tailored suits, designer clothes, expensive watches, perfect hairstyles. The type of men that could spend thousands in a single day and hardly bat an eye. And yet, because of its unique and fascinating nature, this auction had drawn them all here. Because at this auction they could buy something they wouldn’t be able to buy anywhere else. So naturally when the lights dimmed, the crowd erupted with applause while a man made his way to the left side of the stage where a podium sat.

“Good evening everyone! My name is Gavin Alexander and I’ll be your host for the night!” He announced via the microphone with a wide grin. “I can’t help but notice just how many of you there are! I suppose it’s only appropriate for me to lay the ground rules. You’ve probably all read the pamphlet but allow me to reiterate the basics for anyone who didn’t.” He took a small breath before continuing with a more serious demeanor. “To start, we expect everyone here today to conduct themselves with professionalism. Any rowdy behaviour during the bidding process will not be tolerated. Second, anyone caught bribing the staff will be permanently banned. Same goes for any kind of manipulation of the event. Third, you are not to harass any of the men seen on stage here today after the event regardless of which group they enter from. And Finally, we kindly ask that all mobile phones be silenced along with any other devices on your person that may cause unnecessary disruption.”

He paused for a moment, allowing the people before him to do as instructed. His eyes flickered across the room as he watched the crowd of well groomed men checking their pockets to make sure the phones were on silent.

Gavin's smile swiftly returned moments later. “Now, with that out of the way, let’s get this show started!” He announced, causing the crowd to erupt with applause once more. Moments later the overhead lights began to dim as the main stage beamed to life with gleaming spotlights, preparing for what was to come.

Moments later a group of ten men came onto stage, all in nothing but a tight speedo with a number and letter pinned to it. Nothing was left to the imagination. The men varied slightly in age with the youngest looking around 20 years old and the oldest seeming to be in his mid 40’s. They also varied in height, appearance and race but the one thing that remained consistent throughout all ten men was that they were in great shape. Most of them were the size of huge bodybuilder’s you’d typically see showing off their gains and giving out tips online. That said it almost seemed like a bodybuilding competition to see all those massive meatheads all lined up together on stage.

“As is tradition by now, we like to start every auction off with some of the biggest, beefiest and hunkiest men we have to offer. Each and every one of them is a tower of thick muscle mass that I’m sure any one of you wealthy gentlemen in the crowd will be eager to strike a transfer with.” He said as he gestured towards the line up, prompting the brutes on stage to begin hitting an array of poses to show off their physiques. “No prizes for guessing what most of you are going to want from these adonis’!” He joked, kindling a hearty chuckle from the crowd.

Gavin took the microphone with him as he stepped down from the podium. “As per usual each one of our transfer models here today have been given the chance to set a few guidelines as to what is off limits and what’s up for grabs. They’ll be happy to share these with you as we proceed. Naturally this will be the same for each group we bring on stage tonight with the exception of our criminal selection. These are of course men who’ve been ordered to take part in our auction in addition as part of their sentences. As such these men don’t have the luxury of setting guidelines and so everything is up for grabs with them.” He said clear and sharp before making his way across the stage to the first hunk in line.

“Now to our first model of the night. Mr Chase Adams!” The crowd let out another swift applause. “What are your terms Chase?” He asked before holding the mic up towards the hunk with 1A pinned to his speedo.

“Well I’m cool with most stuff to be honest. I’m happy to transfer muscle, body fat, hair and all that stuff. The only things that are off the table for me I’d say are genitals and anything to do with my face.” Chase happily listed-off rather fairly. Soon after the bidding for his body began at around 300K. Many of the spectators were very eager to buy an opportunity to transfer with the well proportioned, fair skinned hunk. But there was one man in the crowd who wasn't the least bit interested in Chase.

Vince Hamlin.

He wore a casual grey suit that flattered his unassuming form fairly. Yet that very casual tone of his outfit made him seem a little underdressed when compared to some of the other men in the audience. Besides that he was easily identifiable by his shaven head and a nicely trimmed beard that framed his handsome looks perfectly. Vince leaned back in his chair as he waited patiently for the bidding on Chase to come to a close. The quicker they got to the sixth man in line, the better. Number six was only one Vince really had his eye on.

For the next half an hour or so Vince sat skimming through the pages of the pamphlet again or using his bidding paddle as a fan while he waited. He watched as the host descended down the line of hunks. The one after Chase was an asian man who had the face of a super model that almost seemed a little out of place atop his hulking body. After him was another white dude who was the smallest of the bunch but still huge compared to the average gym goer. Vince couldn’t help noticing how more of the overweight men in the crowd began bidding once when each guy mentioned that body fat transferral was on the table. At last however he found himself sitting up a little straighter when the host finally approached the sixth man in line.

“Next up is our 1F model for this month, Mr Darius Crawford! By the looks of it he’s our tallest hunk here tonight! But before we start fighting over him, what are your terms Mr Crawford?” He asked the looming man.

Just as the host had said, Darius was certainly the tallest contestant out of the bodybuilding batch. Naturally he was huge all over with enormous muscles that rippled along his rich ebony skin. Some of the gay men in the crowd were practically drooling at his mere presence, Vince included though he tried to hide it.

“For me, the things that are off limits are my genitals, my race and my age in either direction. Besides that everything else is up for grabs.” He spoke with a deep, masculine tone into the mic before giving a thumbs up to the audience.

“You heard him folks!” Gavin said as he turned back towards the audience. “Now how about we start the bidding at… let’s say Six Hundred Grand? That sound fair to you Darius?” He turned back towards the bodybuilder who gave a satisfactory nod. “Six Hundred Grand it is!”

Right away people in the crowd began raising their paddles. 650K, 700K, 800K, 950K! The number kept rising at a rapid rate and it was no surprise considering Darius seemed to be one of the biggest prizes of this selection. Just as the numbers were reaching the mid one millions however, Vince raised his paddle and shouted “Four Million!” There were a few glances in his direction, people slightly surprised at the sudden jump in bid.

“Going once!” The host beamed in Vince’s direction. “Going Twice?!” He added. “Any more bid’s!? This is your last chance! Go-” before he could finish he was interrupted by another bidder.

“Five Million!” Shouted a 60-something year old man.

“Seven Million!” Another one screamed with his paddle in the air.

“Twelve Million!!!” One more chimed in.

These bidders were persistent. More so than Vince had expected. Then again most of them are middle aged dudes with far too much money on their hands so he should’ve anticipated this. What he’d thought might’ve scared the other bidders off had only made them more eager as the numbers only went into higher and higher millions. And so with a big sigh he threw his paddle up again and shouted…

“TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY MILLION!!!”

The host and the audience were stunned. “T-two hundred and fifty… million? I don’t think we’ve ever had a bid that high on one person before.” The host muttered before quickly trying to regain his composure. “G-Going once!” He began. “Going Twice! Any last competitors?!” There was a brief moment of silence and… nothing. “Sold! To the handsome gentleman in the grey suit!” He announced proudly with wonder in his voice.

Vince practically fell back into his seat, grateful that he didn’t have to increase his bid any higher. “Fuck this had better be worth it…” he grumbled to himself before resigning to sit through the remaining men on stage.

After that the bidding returned to normal. The host continued down the line of remaining hunks on the stage as each of them sold for a decent price around a few million or more but none bothered to bid much higher. Vince couldn’t really care either way though. He’d already secured exactly what he’d come here for. And so it wasn’t long before the tenth and final man in line was sold meaning the show could continue on to its next phase.

“Alright everyone! That’s all for our bodybuilders tonight!” Gavin announced. “They’ll all be ready and waiting for those of you that won the bids after the show but before that we have our second wave of men!”

With that the hulking brutes made their way off stage to make room for the next group. Moments later ten more men stepped up on stage. Like the former group they were clad in nothing but speedos however they weren’t meatheads this time. Instead this group was a line up of some of the burliest and hairiest men Vance had ever seen. Most of them have strong builds made up of a generous mix of fat and muscle. Some of them were noticeably fatter and/or thicker than others with hairy bellies of varying sizes that all seemed to protrude over the waist of their speedos.

“Here we have tonight’s big burly bear selection! They’re some of the most prime beef furballs we know. Any one of these fabulously thick hirsute men would be perfect for anyone in the crowd looking to add a little more fur to their frame. Assuming they’re willing to part with it of course. Not to mention they’ve all got plenty of meaty thickness to share with anybody looking to fill out their frames with a few extra pounds of comforting fat!” Gavin said as he walked along the line of bears on stage, selling them to the audience perfectly.

The bidding began with Gavin introducing the first macho daddy bear in line but Vince wasn’t the least bit interested. He’d already gotten what he came for so he pretty much just zoned out for the rest of the bidding. Most of the bears had much lower starting bids than the bodybuilders due to them not being in as high demand. The highest the bids got up to during that second group was Eight Million. Respectable of course but nowhere near the massive bid he’d made. Though in honesty Vance still wasn’t sure whether he was proud or embarrassed to have bid as much as he did. He just had to keep thinking about his reward. It would soon be worth it.

Eventually the tenth man of the bear group was sold before they exited the stage together. After them came a bunch of brainiacs who were all highly intelligent in one area or more and were willing to transfer some of that intelligence. Each of them proved their intelligence by answering a few rapid but complex questions in their area of expertise. Once they were finished however, the next set were all lean and skinny men who were advertised mainly as group that the more rotund men in the bidding crowd could transfer as much of their bodyfat as they wanted onto. More and more batches of men across the stage during the night. Once all the specialised groups had gone through, they simply had groups of miscellaneous men of varying body types randomly put together go up on stage as well for anything niche or different they may have to offer. Or simply to have a cheaper bid.

Vince hadn’t stayed to watch the whole of the show after making his bid on Darius. At some point he’d wandered off to the bar for a drink and some food while he waited for the bidding to conclude. Every now and then he’d hear the announcement speakers mention which group of men were coming on stage next. Though he hadn’t really planned on going back to watch the rest of the bidding, when the speakers mentioned that the criminal group was coming up last, he found himself pulling away from the bar and heading back into the main showroom to watch the final batch of men.

He got there just in time to watch as security escorted the criminal group up on stage. They were a mix and match of men who’d all broken the law in some way or another to land themselves on that stage and up for auction. If Vince was being honest none of them seemed all that special physically. Mostly average dudes without a whole bunch going for them, hence why their bids started fairly low. However it wasn’t their looks alone that made them stand out, it was the fact that they weren't allowed to set guidelines. The winning bidders would be allowed to transfer as much as they wanted between themselves and the criminal models regardless of agreement. No doubt some people in the crowd would get off on that. And so Vince watched as the host Gavin went down the line of criminal men, putting each one of them up for bidding until all of them had been sold.

“And with that, the bidding part of tonight’s event comes to close!” Gavin stated after returning to the podium. “Those of you who won the bids, please allow members of our staff to escort you to our transfer facilities. Everyone else feel free to help yourselves to the buffet near the bar if you haven’t already. There’s plenty of free food and drinks as a thank you from us for attending tonight!”

Vince got up from his chair and made his way over towards a group of staff with the other winners. The staff checked the numbers as well as each winner’s bidding paddle to make sure everything was in order. Once that was taken care of they were led through a pair of double doors, down a flight of stairs and through a maze of corridors with a seemingly endless amount of rooms. Each room however had a number and letter that matched what each model had clipped to their speedos. Every man from the first batch, the bodybuilders, had from 1A, 1B, 1C onwards up until 1J. Then moved onto 2A onwards for the second group of models, the bears. Vince wouldn’t get anywhere near those doors however as his journey ended quickly at 1F, the same number and letter that’d been pinned to Darius on stage.

“Right this way sir.” One of the staff kindly ushered Vince inside room 1F while the remaining winners continued down the hallway. Once inside he was almost shocked by the large futuristic looking machine that took up most of the room. It was a massive device that was connected to two chairs, both of which seemed to have some kind of helmet above them that was directly wired to the machine. He’d never seen anything quite like it… and they had god knows how many of these things?? It was only then that he finally noticed Darius, the gigantic hunk he’d won in the bid. He’d been sitting patiently waiting since the bodybuilders bid ended and was eager to get up from his seat and greet Vince.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Mr…?” Darius began, holding out a large hand.

“Mr Hamlin. But you can just call me Vince.” The rich man responded while accepting the handshake. “So I assume you’ve done this before?”

“Once yeah. A couple years ago.” Darius confirmed. “It didn’t hurt or anything. You just feel a bit weird for a while afterwards as you try to adjust.” He explained rather nonchalantly. “And thank you by the way. I never imagined someone would bid that much for me. I know the organisers take 40% but that’s still one hundred and fifty million my way… I can’t thank you enough.”

Vince smirked as his eyes scanned over the hulking man’s form once again. “Your body is all the thanks I need.” He then turned his attention to the staff in the room with them. “So what’s next?” He asked.

The staff explained that all they needed to do now was agree on what was being transferred. After that they just needed to get seated and the machine would do the rest.

“So what’s it gonna be?” Darius prompted, taking a couple steps back to allow Vince a chance to take in everything that was up for offer.

“Your muscle. I want as much of it as you can give.” Vince didn’t hesitate for a second. He knew exactly what he wanted and who could blame him. Darius was a monster with how massive he was. “It’s always been a dream of mine to be huge like you. I’ve worked out a lot over the years but I’ve always struggled to put on any decent size. But now… suddenly it’s all possible.” Vince had to try and stop himself from salivating over the pure adonis before him. If he hadn’t been imagining having all that muscle for himself, he’d have been picturing himself fucking Darius’ huge bubbly muscle ass instead. If he didn’t have so much restraint, he’d certainly have a boner right now.

Darius didn’t particularly mind the lustful stares the other man was giving him. He wasn’t gay but, with how much this guy was paying him, he couldn’t really complain. The least he could do was let Vince admire the merchandise. “Yeah I figured you’d say that. I am pretty huge huh?” He gave one of arms a quick flex. “Was there anything else you had in mind?”

Vince thought about it for a second as he looked up at the giant before him. That’s when it hit. “How about some of your height as well? I’m 5’10 but I’ve always wanted to know what it feels like to be over 6 foot and you look like you’ve got plenty to spare.”

Vince certainly wasn’t wrong. Last Darius had checked he was about 6’5. Naturally he was accustomed to always being the tallest man in a room.

“Depends. How much are you thinkin?” Darius queried.

Vince thought for a moment before answering. “How does 5 inches sound?”

Darius went back and forth in his head for a moment. 5 inches wouldn’t be too much right? He’d still be about 6 foot afterwards… “Alright, fine. 5 inches. But no more!” Darius put his foot down on that. He might’ve been getting paid a lot but he wasn’t about to drop down to 5’11 or below. He was a tall fucker and he wanted it to stay that way. Thankfully Vince seemed more than satisfied with that.

Just then some of the staff chimed in. “Alright so we’ve got 5 inches of height and as much muscle as can be safely transferred… Is there anything else you want to request, Mr Hamlin?” They were already inputting settings into the machine regarding the previous requests to prep the machine.

Vince pondered on it for a second. Tall and muscular, what more could he want? He was about to say that was all until his eyes nestled onto Darius’s bulge. “Well… I know on stage you said it was off limits but I was wondering…”

“Nope. Not happening.” Darius didn’t even need to hear the rest to know exactly what Vince was about to ask. “Sorry man. My girl doesn’t care how huge and buff I am but she loves my big dick. Can’t help you I’m afraid.”

For a moment Vince thought of offering Darius a little extra money in exchange but he could tell just by the look on the hunks face that it wasn’t going to happen. Luckily for Vince he had a backup plan… “Oh alright. Just muscle and height it is.” He waved his hands about a little before turning to the staff. “I suppose we’re ready now.”

Once all was decided both Darius and Vince were made to sign a few documents confirming that they both consented to the transfer and that Vince would pay his fee afterwards or would be reprimanded accordingly. And once that was taken care of, they were taken back over to the machine…

As the pair of them were getting strapped into the chairs however, Vince whispered to the man that was doing his straps. “Hey. I’ve got a deal for ya.” Then, as quickly and quietly as possible, Vince proposed that he would give the man and his co-workers in the room a hefty amount of money if they agreed to transfer some of Darius’ dick size to him despite what the hunk had said.

The staff member gave him an awkward look for a second, his moral compass clearly being challenged. “S-sir… you should know that’s against the rules. You shouldn’t-” he was cut off before he could finish

“It’s only against the rules if you or your buddies tell someone. Wouldn’t you rather earn a personal bonus on top of your pay check?” Vince continued to sweet talk the man into doing his bidding. “Come on. Just say yes. Nobody has to know…”

The man looked at Vince nervously. “I… well…” but before he could get a sentence out, Darius spoke up from around the other side of the machine.

“Yo! What’s taking so long over there?” I asked pointedly.

The staff member glanced back at Vince, thinking for a second before nodding at him. Vince grinned back in return, glad to see that his little gamble might’ve paid off. He watched as the staff member returned to his colleges, seemingly pitching Vince’s proposal to them as well. Thankfully for Vince, they all seemed eager to go ahead.

Before long both Vince and Darius had the helmets placed on their heads, ready for the transfer. Soon enough there was a loud engine-like roar as the machine blazed to life. For a moment Vince didn’t feel anything besides the buzzing of the huge device behind him so he was taken by surprise when a bolt of energy from the helmet came surging through his body. It was an almost indescribable feeling, as though he was being flooded with electricity. Yet instead of frying him to a crisp it was energising him instead! It felt… exhilarating! So much so that he didn’t even realise the transfer was already starting to take place.

Slowly but surely Darius’s muscle mass began to decrease. His arms getting smaller, his huge chest deflating, his legs shrinking. With every second that passed he lost more and more size. All of that muscle he’d worked tirelessly to gain steadily drained away along with all the strength that came with it. All of it being converted into pure energy that was processed by the machine. Before long Darius was a far cry of his former self, looking rather thin and lanky rather than the imposing he’d been previously.

Of course all that energy had to go somewhere and that place was Vince. As soon as the machine had finished absorbing Darius’ muscle mass, it began pumping all of that energy into Vince’s body. He felt it immediately. A burgeoning power growing inside him. Gradually his once average body started to inflate with newfound muscle. His biceps and triceps were the first things he felt. The way they ballooned with size as pulsing veins snaked across his skin. His back and chest were quick to follow as they broadened at a rate that caused Vince’s shirt and jacket to groan under the pressure. Even his thighs and calves began to thicken significantly by the second, causing his growing legs to strain against his suit pants. Before long a series of ripping sounds could be heard coming from all across Vince’s suit.

His jacket was the first to give in as the sleeves started to tear under the pressure of his ever growing shoulders and biceps. The sound alone was music to his ears. Vince couldn’t actually see what was going on due to the helmet but the ripping of his clothes was a good indicator of how huge he was getting! His upper body continued to broaden and expand until his jacket pretty much exploded to reveal the already ripping shirt underneath which no doubt wouldn’t last long. But before his shirt had the chance to give, his quads had the honour of bursting through his suit pants first in all their muscular glory. Their sheer mass couldn’t be contained any longer. And not a moment later the top button on his pants came flying off as well as his hips and waist grew thicker to accommodate. But not as thick as his ass. Vince’s once average butt ballooned to a colossal size, practically elevating him in his chair with its mass and giving him a nice round bubble butt just like Darius once had. Soon after he couldn’t help but let out a stifled grunt as his chest heaved forwards, two enormous pecs forming at last with hardened nipples capping each one off. Those being the final straw that caused his shirt to tear apart at last.

But of course just because Vince’s clothes were in tatters didn’t mean the growth was about to stop. There was still more energy from Darius the machine had to give! And so his body kept expanding, growing even larger with muscle. His thighs had grown so thick that it was impossible for them to not press against one another. His upper body had become so swole that his arms had been forced almost comically out to the sides both due to the enormity of his arms themselves and sheer size of his lats. By the time the machine had finally run out of energy to pump into Vince’s body, his muscles looked engorged with unbelievable size and strength. No wonder since it was cramming all the muscle of a 6’5 man into 5’10 body. He was so swole now that if the transfer ended now, he’d hardly be able to move properly. But of course that had been accounted for and was about to change with the wave of the transfer.

The machine returned its attention to Darius once again, sucking even more energy out of him. Only this time instead of taking his muscle, it was slowly shrinking his body in another way. His limbs and torso all diminished until his height had reduced its way down to 6 foot exactly. On the plus side for Darius, his body didn’t look quite lanky now as it had moments ago.

Of course as soon as this was done the energy was once again redirected towards Vince. He felt the energy filling him once again, only this time it felt a little different. Instead of expanding, he felt himself stretching out instead! His arms and legs all grew longer as his height increased. Only coming to a halt once Vince reached an impressive 6’3. Simultaneously the muscle he’d gained moments prior was now able to spread itself out more evenly across his larger frame in a way that allowed him to actually move.

Now was the moment of truth. Had that bribe truly been enough to get Vince the last thing he wanted? There was silence for a moment as if the staff were still debating amongst themselves on what to do. For a second Vince was worried his little plan had failed. That perhaps they weren’t going to go through with it. Or worse, the staff were considering reporting him. That is until the machine roared to life one more time…

“Hey uhhh… sorry you two but we just need to make sure there’s no ummm… imbalances between you both before we shut this thing down.” Said a voice over the speaker.

Darius was of course none the wiser but Vince knew exactly what that meant.

The machine slowly and carefully started sucking more energy out of Darius so that he wouldn’t take notice. Unbeknownst to the once massive man, his penis was gradually getting smaller until it had lost about 3 inches of its length and a bit of its girth. Even his balls shrunk slightly to match.

When the machine turned its energy Vince however, it made the transfer nice and fast. Within seconds he felt his cock inflate rapidly, going from an average 5 inch cock to an impressive 8 incher with some added girth to top it off. The rich, conniving man couldn’t help but grin maliciously underneath the helmet as his balls swelled fatter as well.

A few minutes later the transfer machine was powered down properly before the staff returned to remove the helmets. As soon as they did, Vince looked down at himself in wonder. His body. It was everything he’d ever dreamed. Gigantic in every sense of the word with bulging muscle all over! He then glanced over at Darius who looked tiny in comparison. The intimidating bodybuilder he’d once been was now replaced by an average and rather skinny looking dude.

As soon as his restraints were removed, Vince tore away the remaining shreds of clothes leaving him in nothing but his dress shoes, socks and underwear. His ass cheeks were practically eating the underwear from behind while his fat new cock and balls created an unmistakable outline.

The very first thing Vince did was lift his hands up to grope his pecs, squeezing the muscle with pure wonder. They felt so soft yet when he tensed his pecs they became firm and hard. After that he bent forwards slightly and flexed both his arms together, feeling as they bulged with strength. His biceps looked like mountains on his arms as they peaked with insane size that not many would be able to match. And his lats… they were gigantic! Even after his increase in height, they were still pushing his huge arms permanently out to the sides, giving him more of a natural alpha stance. It was incredible. He felt incredible!

Before Vince could continue exploring his god-like build however, one of the staff members stepped up carrying a pair of large black boxer briefs, some white joggers and a huge black t-shirt. “We figured you might want a change of clothes before you leave Mr Hamlin. We always have backups.”

The rich Adonis smirked before taking the clothes. “Thanks. I had such a one track mind towards getting this muscle that I hadn’t even considered my clothes.” He glanced down at the remains of his suit strewn across the floor. “Sorry about that by the way.”

“It’s no problem at all sir. We’ve found most people actually prefer keeping their clothes on during a muscle transfer so they can rip out of them anyway. We assumed that’s why you didn’t undress.”

Without another word, Vince pulled down his insanely tight underwear and kicked them onto the floor. The staff turned away but not before getting a glance at Vince's huge cock swinging free. It seemed that despite his self control, he was still rocking a semi hard on already. Of course the new hunk couldn’t help smirking at this, knowing full well his cock already looked bigger semi-erect right now than it did fully hard before all this. He didn’t dwell on it too much though. After all, Darius was still in the room. Instead he just pulled up the new pair of briefs and joggers he’d been offered, loving how despite their huge size they still fit him perfectly. He did however decide to keep the t-shirt off for now. He wanted to savour this a little longer…

Meanwhile, as Vince marched over towards a mirror to admire himself further, Darius stood looking down at his own thin lanky body. He hadn’t been this skinny since he was a teenager. The last time he did a muscle transfer, the other guy already had a decent bit of muscle himself so the transfer wasn’t too crazy. But now? Lord knows how long it was gonna take him to put all that size back on. “Well… back to square one I guess.” He huffed, looking over at the rich white dude across the room who was now enjoying all his hard work. He couldn’t be mad. After all, he was getting an insane amount of money for this. But still. It just felt weird seeing and feeling himself like this.

The now miniature sized bodybuilder made his way over towards Vince who had now begun posing and flexing in the mirror, enamoured by his new reflection. To be expected after a transfer like this honestly. Even watching as he pulled down the joggers for a second to get a look at how juicy his new muscle ass was. Vince certainly wasn’t disappointed by the results.

“Hey man. Lookin pretty swole! You’re happy with the transfer then I take it?” Darius questioned, keeping a positive and warming attitude.

Vince turned to face Darius with a cocky smirk. “Oh you have no idea. It feels even better than I could’ve imagined. Happy would be an understatement!” He confirmed, flexing again. He also couldn’t help but relish in the fact that he was now the one looking down at Darius thanks to the height transfer. “Thank you Darius. I promise you I’ll take good care of all this.” He vowed before extending a hand out.

“You better. I certainly didn’t sculpt all that muscle so a rich white guy could waste it away.” Darius half-joked as he clasped the other man’s hand and shook it firmly.

As they shook Vince couldn’t help but grin inwardly. Darius still hadn’t noticed the extra dick transfer he got the staff the throw in. Not that it mattered if he did because soon enough he’d get the staff to erase any data logs on the dick size transfer from the machine's memory bank. By the time Darius realises what’s happened, he’ll have no way to prove it as all the staff in the room will be sworn to secrecy with Vince’s money. It was slightly evil, he knew that. But how could Vince pass up the chance to fuck and dominate dudes not only with all this muscle but with an even longer and fatter cock too! Besides, he needs bigger equipment to match his bigger body right??

The staff then took some time to go over a few details with the men. Listing possible side effects post transfer such as headaches and mild nausea for the first 24 hours while their bodies adjust and minds adjust to the change. Vince was hardly listening though, only focusing on how fucking jacked he was now. Once they were done with the formalities however, they said the pair of them were free to either leave or join the rest of the attendees at the buffet.

At last Vince slipped on his t-shirt, adoring how it clung desperately to his giant pecs while the sleeves struggled to hold his biceps. He made his way out to the buffet where some of the other winners were already being admired after their own transfers. There were a fair few others who’d buffed up considerably. Some seemed to have gotten younger with an age transfer no doubt. Some were fatter, some were thinner. Some had different faces and voices. And some looked the same as they did before, likely having taken nothing but intelligence or other mental traits.

The moment someone noticed Vince however, everyone stopped and looked. His transformation was the most insane of them all and it was no surprise considering who he’d won on the bid. Within moments the attendees and other winners alike came over to ask him how it felt and what it was like. All of them seemingly blown away by his transferral. Of course Vince revelled in the attention and it was now easier than ever to pick out the other gay men from the crowd by the way some of them gazed at him.

The rest of his evening was spent being admired and complimented on his new body. It gave Vince a sense of confidence and cockiness he’d never experienced before but he couldn’t deny how much he loved it. He was frequently asked to flex his biceps by the increasingly drunk attendees and some people had even asked him to pick them up off the ground to which he did with ease. He even learnt how to bounce his pecs, much to his and everyone else’s delight. One very drunk dude even made a comment about how he wanted to shove his face between Vince’s juicy pecs. A wish that Vince was happy to grant as he pulled the guy in for a hug and made sure to squish the dude's face between the two slabs of meat on his chest. After which Vince even gave the guy his number so they could maybe meet up another time when he wasn’t so drunk.

Eventually the night came to an end and everyone piled out of the event, eager to get home. On his drive home, Vince couldn’t help thinking about everything he was going to do now. Besides checking himself out every morning he was going to love the attention he was gonna get every time he walked into a room from now on. He was also going to have a ton of fun buying new clothes to fit his gigantic physique. Not to mention how empowering it was going to feel to be the biggest guy at the gym as he works to maintain all this size. And most of all he couldn’t wait to get some hot guys to worship all his muscle before he fucks their brains out. He already knew he’d be pounding the guy he gave his number to in the near future. Maybe he could even get ahold of some of the dudes from the auction who’d had some delicious upgrades.

‘’Well mr. Bravo let’s see what you’re packing down there.’’  

I don’t even regret taking over your body. I can accept you shouting ‘’hot babe’’ across the beach while I never met you, I can tollerate you looking at my boobs at least 3 times in the minute we talked, but grabbing my boobs and bluntly telling me you wanted to make sure they were real is a no-go mister. If you don’t respect my body’s integrity then neither do I respect yours!  

Can’t believe how easy it was to steal your body from you. All I needed to say was let find some place more private and you followed me like a puppy. Not sure what you where thinking you would get… well I can imagine because damn you’ve such a horny body! Drives me crazy!  

‘‘And well-endowed, damn boy! Is this thing even real?’‘ 

Damn. I thought the shrewd doctors would do a better job than this while fitting and sewing the top of your head back on your body. Guess all the money went to cleaning up the mess left behind and making sure no one would ever find my former discarded body or know about the operation. 

Oh well, all that matters is that it’s now my brain inside your hairy sexy body. Hah! That’s what you get for disowning me for not being as smart as you and never managing to get into some prestigious school like all my other siblings. You wouldn’t understand the shame and the cold shivering nights I had to endure just to scrape up enough money for this operation. Who’s the dumb one now? That’s right, you are! Now that it’s my dumb horny gay brain inside your furry musky body! Oh all the kissing, lapping, and huffing I will be doing to this sexy body of yours. I could barely keep my hands of you then, but now I can taste your mouth, smell your armpits, and feel you up whenever and wherever I want! In fact, why don’t I celebrate the first day of the rest of my life in your body by blowing my first ever load all over your hairy chest and gulping it all down with your sexy bearded mouth?

What are you gonna do, huh? Now that you’re just a floating bodiless brain in a jar? It’s not like you’ll ever get out of there without your legs and arms. Your strong meaty limbs that are now under my complete control! Who you gonna tell without a voice? Your deep commanding voice that I’ll be using to moan and scream my own name with. And most of all, who will ever recognize you? After all, this sexy body and handsome head is already occupied by another brain. My brain! It’s not like some scientist will walk up to us with some amazing brainwave-reading machine and be able to tell the difference: “Oh no! You’re not the rightful brain in that body! It’s that brain in a jar!”

Oh, but even if you do find a way to escape me and contact someone, don’t worry. I made sure this isn’t reversible. You see, I paid the doctors a little extra to add some special surgical super glue in your scalp before they inserted my brain into it. So it’s stuck in there now, and not even ripping this head off would detach me from it. Hmm, maybe that’s why your forehead’s so swollen… Oh well, no one will notice this flaw when I got a body as sexy as this. 

Now, as for you. I’ll keep you around a while longer. I want you to be here as I slowly ruin your former life and make it my own. I’ll come out as proud and gay. I’ll invite men over every night to sleep with. I’ll make you lose your corporate job and start a career as a porn star instead! And when all the traces of your old life is gone, and I’ve started anew with your perfect body and identity… that’s when I’ll finally flush you down the toilet…

Guess I’m the brain of the operation now, huh? Operating your sexy body, your every actions, and every step you’ll take in this new life of mine. For being just a “dumb kid” as you would say, I’d say I pretty much outsmarted you in every way possible, didn’t I… Dad.

Fast forward to this, my first year of college. Dad is still letting me live at home but he’s making me work out in his body every day to get rid of his beer belly. He says it’s my fault he has a beer belly to begin with, since it was so stressful to raise me.

I don’t mind doing the workouts for him, but they’re starting to make me super horny in his body every night.

One night while working out in my dad’s body, I decided to finally bite the bullet and have an my first orgasm with his equipment. I felt up my dad’s sweaty hairy chest and belly while looking in the bathroom mirror. My boner raged against his tighty whities.

Then I remembered that my own body was sleeping peacefully upstairs. I couldn’t.. could I?

I went upstairs to my 19 year old body’s room. Going to the underwear drawer I pulled out Sonic the Hedgehog under I hadn’t worn since I was a boy. I stripped my unconscious body of it’s boxer shorts, and carefully replaced them with the boys underwear. Even though there was no soul in my body, it breathed and sighed and even moaned at my touch.

“Fuck, I can’t believe they fit after all these years. That is one tight little butt,” I couldn’t help but say out loud.

My dad’s boner was painfully hard in my shorts. I dropped the shorts and was left in my dad’s tighty whities. I climbed on my bed, it creaked under the weight of my father’s body. I lined up my boner with my body’s butt, got into a push up position, and started humping my body.

“You are one lucky boy,” I said to my body as I pounded it. It was moaning more consistently.

I stopped humping and my curiosity got the better of me. I reach under my body and felt a boner and pre cum on the boys briefs. Being toyed with by my dad’s body had made my vacant body hard and horny! I never knew in all of my years of astral projection that my original body could have sex without anyone in the driver’s seat! How completely erotic this realization was..

I flipped my body face up on the bed and took the boys briefs off it. A nice boner stood straight up.

“I can’t believe I’m about to do this..” I said as I stripped my dad’s tighty whities and climbed on top of my body. I grabbed the lube I keep on my nightstand and lubed up my body’s dick and my dad’s hole.

My dad’s never before used hole was so sensitive that even putting lube on it was making me moan like a bitch with my dad’s deep husky voice. I carefully sat on my body’s dick, guiding it into my dad’s hole. My dad’s pendulous balls rested on my body’s lower abdomen. I only regretted that couldn’t also experience this event from the perspective of my own body. My big manly dad fucking himself onto my dick? The thought was maddeningly sexy. I settled for looking at the mirror on the left side of my room, watching myself bob up and down on my body’s dick with my dad’s fat hairy muscle ass. I came so hard with my dad’s dick that I sprayed my own face, and the headboard behind my body. Losing my load caused orgasmic anal contractions that also milked my body’s load into my dad’s ass. My body moaned so loud I thought it might wake the neighbors..

“Sorry sport,” I said to my own body, “I think I squirted a bit on you.” I used my dad’s tongue to lick his cum off of my body’s face. It was so good that I licked what I could off of the wooden headboard too.

Jay watched as the mature man who’d just destroyed his ass sauntered off into the bathroom to grab a towel for them both to clean up with. He could still feel the cum drooling from his hole and down one of his thighs as he laid atop the bed sheets. Just feeling that warm nut inside of him was like heaven on earth. There was no other feeling in the world that could top it. And it was always the best when it came from an older daddy like Dale.

Dale was about 58 years of age, making him just over 30 years Jay’s senior. Yet despite that he’d still fucked Jay’s soft youthful ass like his life depended on it. Thrusting his dad dick as deep as it would go for what felt like an eternity before he finally emptied his fat nuts right down to the last drop. All the while telling Jay what a good boy he was for taking it so damn well. Right up until he dislodged his thick cock with a wet pop

It was impressive for a man his age to still be capable of dominating and breeding a younger guy like Jay. His greying chest hair, silver beard and lack of head hair might lead one to believe his days of fucking like a stallion were behind him but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Dale kept himself in good shape and still hooked up with a wide variety of men on the regular.

“Having sex with cute younger guys like you helps keep my cock young.” Dale had claimed earlier in the evening between kisses. And after having been railed by it, Jay began to wonder if there might’ve been some truth to that with how rock hard that vintage cock had managed to get. Of all the older men Jay had been with, he could say without a doubt that Dale was most virile. It was no wonder he kept coming back for more.

Sure there were other men Jay saw. All older than him with varying amounts of grey in their hair. Some were lean and in shape. Others were thick and fat. Some of them were hairy from head to toe while others were smooth and clean. Plenty of them were conventionally attractive while some were more on an acquired taste. But the one thing they all had in common was that they were daddies. As long as they fit that label in some way or another, Jay would be all over them. Pining for their love and affection in any way that he could. Eager to do anything to please them.

Daddy issues. Though at this point it was more of a daddy addiction. There were many sources he could point for an explanation as to where his love for older men stemmed from. His lack of a consistent father figure growing up. His strained relationship with his mother. The abundance of older male teachers that made up the staff of his old high school growing up. But whatever the reason may be, Jay honestly didn’t care. All he knew was that there was no better feeling than having a sexy daddy lovingly thrust inside of his ass while holding him tight. And nobody did that better than Dale.

Jay had long since lost count of just how many times he and Dale had fucked. They’d been casually sleeping together for just less than a year now. They both hooked up with a ton of other men in between but they always came back to one another. Usually within a week. It only became clearer with every night they spent together that they were each other's drug of choice, no matter how many other men came and went from their individual sex lives.

Once the two of them had gotten cleaned up, they found themselves snuggled up in Dale’s bed as they so often did. Jay’s head resting on Dale’s furry chest as they basked in the afterglow of it all. Legs tangled together as Dale rubbed a weathered hand along Jay’s back.

“I hope that in twenty or thirty years I’ll grow to be a hot daddy like you.” Jay hummed against Dale’s chest. It was something he’d envisioned for years. Hoping that one day he’d get to become one the very same kinds of men he fawned over. It was a long way away yet. He still had the rest of twenties ahead of him. But it certainly gave him something to look forward to as he got older.

Dale glanced down at Jay. “You do huh?” He questioned with a tone that seemed oddly measured.

Jay turned his head up slightly to meet Dale’s gaze. “Yeah. Why is that weird?”

Dale shook his head. “No, not at all. It’s just…” he paused as if he was unsure whether he wanted to continue.

“It’s just… what?” Jay raised a slight eyebrow.

The older man pursed his lips slightly before furrowing his brow, clearly having an internal debate with himself about something. In the end he didn’t say anything. At least not before getting up from the bed and marching over towards the dressing table on the other side of the room.

Jay could only watch with curiosity as Dale pulled open the middle draw before reaching all the way to the back. Moments later Dale pulled out what appeared to be a tiny black box. And an ornate one at that.

“What’s in there?” Jay asked innocently.

“Something very special.” Dale claimed with the beginnings of a smirk forming on his face. “I’ve been waiting for just the right person to share it with and I think that person might be you.” He continued while making his way back over towards Jay. Dale shuffled back onto the bed beside the younger man, glancing up at him briefly before looking back down at the box in his hand. Without a second thought, he flipped open the lid to reveal what was inside.

A pair of rings. They weren’t too fancy, displaying a smooth and simple look. No gem stones. No swanky patterns. There did seem to be something engraved around the orbit of each ring but it didn’t appear to be English. They looked almost like wedding bands. What did make them stand out however was their unique colour. Instead of gold or silver, one of the rings was a bright glimmering blue while the other was deep crimson red.

Jay’s expression twisted with confusion and slight concern. “Dale? What is this? You’re not proposing to me… are you?” He asked hesitantly. He wasn’t against the idea of getting married someday but he and Dale weren’t even in an official relationship!? He’d thought about asking Dale out on a proper date for quite some time now but this definitely seemed like it was skipping a few steps.

Thankfully Dale shook his head with a small chuckle. “No these aren’t wedding rings. They’re so much better than that.” He reached inside and pulled out the red ring before giving it to Jay. He then took the blue ring out for himself before setting the empty box down on the bedside table.

“Better how?” Jay felt as though he was just asking an endless slew of questions at this point as he examined the crimson red ring. It was large, as if made for a man with much meatier hands than either of them. The only way he could see himself wearing it was via a necklace because there was no way it’d stay on any of Jay’s scrawny fingers. “Are they really expensive or something?”

Dale shrugged. “I suppose but that’s not what makes them special. It’s their unique properties.” Dale rolled the blue around his palm a little, watching as it so elegantly caught the light. “They have the power to do something truly wonderful that I think you’d enjoy just as much as me.” Dale explained rather cryptically, his gravelly voice dipping lower in a way sent a small shiver up Jay’s spine. Dale moved closer before continuing. Closing the space between them until his bearded lips sat right next to the younger man’s ear. “They can swap our bodies.”

Jay’s eyes widened. “Swap our bodies?!” He repeated as he pulled away from Dale slightly, wondering if maybe he’d misheard the hairy daddy.

Dale nodded. “You got it boy. Full on freaky Friday. We put these rings on and poof. You’re me and I’m you for as long as we want.”

Jay couldn’t help but laugh. “You’re joking right?” He said. But as he chortled, Dale’s face didn’t change. Only holding that same smirk. So much so that Jay’s laughter soon began to die down. “Wait. You’re actually not joking.”

“Nope. Dead serious.” Dale stated. “You want to know what it’s like to be a daddy right? Why wait decades when you could experience it right now.” He reasoned while gesturing down at himself. Even going as far as to tease Jay by running a single hand through the thick body hair he knew the younger man loved so much. “All this could be yours.”

“I uhhh… I don’t…” Jay couldn’t think of what to say. Any sane person wouldn’t believe a word Dale was saying. Yet he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to have the body of his favourite daddy. To have the mature cock that’d bred him so well and deep time after time. To feel those silver bristles on his face. Perhaps Jay wasn’t as sane as he thought he was because he quickly found himself desperate to believe in the power of these rings.

“You don’t have to say anything. I can tell you want this just as badly as I do.” Dale said as he reached out and placed a rough hand on Jay’s shoulder. His eyes scanned Jay’s body as he tried not to salivate at the thought of being so young and full of life again. “Just put on the ring and I can prove it’s real.” After a small moment, Dale pulled his hand back before slipping the blue ring onto his right index finger. Even on Dale’s larger hands, the blue ring still hung loose. His eyes then flickered back to Jay, wordlessly urging him to trust.

Jay gulped. He looked down at the red ring sitting in his palm. He was expecting Dale to laugh at any moment and tease him for being so gullible but the older man stayed stoic. And so after a long pause, Jay finally did it. He slipped the ring onto the exact same finger Dale had. He had to keep his hand upright for it not to slip right off. Or at least… this is until it started to glow.

Both the red and blue rings began to shimmer in unison. It was too bright to be a trick of the light. But before Jay had a chance to question it, his eyes widened in disbelief as the red ring resized itself to fit his finger perfectly. The same happened to Dale’s ring, now fitting snug on the silver fox’s weathered index.

“Oh-hoo w-what the hell…” Jay stuttered.

Dale seemed unfazed. “This is perfect. That means they’re ready to be activated. Now all we have to do is kiss. The magic should take care of the rest.”

“You say that like you’ve done this before.” Jay said, voice shaky with uncertainty.

Dale shook his head. “Nope. But I’ve seen it happen. The person who gave them to me showed me how they worked by swapping with his partner. I wouldn’t have believed it myself otherwise.” He shuffled closer to Jay, closing what little distance there was between them on the bed. He reached out his hands and cupped Jay’s face. “Now. Are you ready?”

Jay didn’t speak. He only nodded his head slowly.

With that Dale leaned forwards and pressed his bearded lips against Jay’s. For the first second or so it seemed normal. And then, a spark! A surge of magical energy flooded through their bodies and mind, filling them both up to the brim. The kiss didn’t. Their bodies continued to make out on autopilot as their souls were dragged out from the core of their beings. Tethered to the magic and pulled upwards. Their throats bulged slightly as their souls came up and out of their mouths, pushing past each other via the kiss. Jay’s soul entered Dale’s mouth and vice versa before forcing their way down the opposite man’s throat and into each other’s bodies. Eventually settling deep inside their new hosts.

As soon as the magic dissipated the two men broke their kiss. They opened their eyes at the exact same time and what they saw was almost impossible for their minds to process. They were looking at each other's faces. It was like staring into a mirror only so much trippier.

Dale watched as his former wrinkled face twisted with disbelief. He couldn’t believe how much older he looked from the outside. He knew he was getting to a ripe age, the bathroom mirror had reminded him of such everyday, but seeing someone else wear those features he used to own put a new light on it. Perhaps it was these young eyes. He could see so much clearer with them. Every crease, every wrinkle and every grey hair on his old body was suddenly in high definition.

And then there was Jay. His thoughts were going a mile a minute as he tried to comprehend what’d just happened. Of course as he looked over at his own youthful face, he knew that the magic in those rings must’ve been real. But still. It was so hard for him to believe in those first few moments. Yet with every second that passed, he would notice something that would only serve to confirm what he already knew. The way his vision was blurrier than normal. His hearing wasn’t as clear. There was a tired ache that pulsed through his muscles. And there was the subtle itch of body hair far more dense than he was used to.

“Ohhh wow.” Dale said, already enjoying the youthful sound of his new voice. “I’d forgotten what it was like to feel so young. It’s invigorating!” He boasted as he rolled his shoulders a little.

Jay could only stare in disbelief as his former body began checking itself out with Dale now firmly behind the wheel. Hands roaming up and down his torso before coming up to admire his face. Talking about how smooth his skin felt and how sharp all of his senses were. He was practically in a world of his own. Even as he shamelessly reached down to grab at his cock. Jay’s cock.

“You’re…” Jay was barely able to finish a word without reaching up to touch his throat. His voice was so much raspier than before. And as he touched his neck, he couldn’t help but notice the thick bristles of facial hair that extended down towards his Adam’s apple. The feeling of which caused his new larger hands to rise up his neck and towards his face, a chill running up his spine as his fingers brushed through the dense facial fur. It wasn’t his but he recognised it immediately. So thick and full. It was Dale’s. A fact that was only further confirmed as his hands continued to explore his face. Feeling the roughness of his skin and the smile lines above his mustache. The broadness of his nose, the wrinkles around his eyes, the thickness of his eyebrows. Most jarring of all, the sudden lack of hair on his head as a result of Dale’s receded hairline. He still had some around the sides and back but there were only a few wisps on top.

They locked eyes again.

“So? How do you feel?” Dale asked with a gleeful smile.

Jay could hardly speak. He was so overwhelmed by the sudden shift in how he experienced the world around him that his mind was struggling to keep up. Even just the way his chest rose and felt with every breath was throwing him off. For a moment he thought he was going to faint when a wave of light headedness washed over him. He blinked a few times and waited for it to pass. It was only as his former hand reached out for his shoulder to comfort him that he was finally able to find the words to express himself.

“I feel… I feel… old.” Simple but true.

Dale smiled at him reassuringly. “That’s because you are. You’re a total daddy now.” He said, not being able to help biting his lip a little as he drank in the sight of his former body. He had to admit, it looked so much hotter from the outside. Dale never quite realised just how much of a daddy he’d been until this very moment. No wonder so many younger men like Jay threw themselves at him. He wanted to do it right now!

Jay finally plucked up the courage to look down at himself and the sight took his breath away. The forest of hair covering his torso was impossible to miss. The same hair he’d been burying his face into less than half an hour ago. It was grey around his upper chest and shoulders but got darker as it went down. The fur was so mesmerising that he almost didn’t notice the difference in his shape. Instead of the tight lean frame, he now had a touch more muscle. It was finely aged muscle though, evident by the slight sag of his pecs. Still though, he felt surprisingly sturdy and strong.

He lifted a hand up towards his chest and began to massage one of his hairy pecs. He’d worshipped them on Dale so many times before but now he actually owned them. They were his to touch and grope as he pleased. Even these nipples. Jay’s former nipples had never given him much pleasure so when Dale had explained how sensitive his ones were, it’d been hard for Jay to truly understand. They were puffier than Jay’s ever were. The kinds of nipples you could regularly see through a shirt, especially if it was cold. He’d suck on them for Dale a lot of the time and watch as the older man’s face twisted with glee while deep groans escaped his mouth. That thick dad cock growing hard as steel under the stimulation. And now, owning them for himself, Jay could finally understand why. They were like goddam lightning rods! Just brushing his fingers over them sent jolts of pleasure through his body and towards his dick in a way that made his eyes roll.

“Am I really… you?” Jay asked hesitantly, glancing up at Dale while continuing to rub his hands across his torso.

“Mhm.” Dale nodded. “And I’m you.”

Jay’s expression flickered between bewilderment, disbelief and at last a hint of joy that was beginning to shine through as he processed it all. The tiniest smirk broke from his lips as he inspected himself further. Flexing his muscles slightly and feeling the size of his new arms. Dale had always kept in such good shape and it showed. His biceps were still nice and thick, giving him that old man strength which had always made it easy for him to pin down younger guys. And now Jay could sense that power with every flex. It was invigorating.

Slowly he pushed himself off the bed, wobbling a little as he stood up straight in this body for the first time. It took a moment to adjust but once he did he couldn’t help but admire his new hairy legs a little before reaching back to grab at his ass. Dale’s ass. Jay had eaten it out so many times before, eagerly stuffing his face between those soft furry cheeks. He’d even been lucky enough to fuck it a handful of times when Dale was in the mood to bottom. But now it was all his to own and flaunt. His to slap and show off whenever he pleased. He couldn’t stop himself from digging a finger towards that tight sensitive dad hole and feeling the way it clenched automatically.

But of course what stole his attention the most was Dale’s cock. How could it not? Having another man’s dick between your legs was an experience like no other. You spend your whole life getting to know the dick you were born with, never expecting to know any different. So to actually experience a different length and girth was beyond imagination. Even down to the tiny details like the way it curved or the difference in size between the head and the shaft. It was all so wonderful and confusing at the same time as Jay held it gently in his hand, already at half mast. Though of course he wasn’t totally unfamiliar with it. He’d sucked it more times than he could count, happily gulping down its load each and every time. He’d felt it slamming against his prostate in a way that made him see heaven until he bred nice and deep. But never in his wildest dreams did he think he’d get to see it from this angle. To feel it as a part of his body rather than simply inside of it. Even the hefty dad nuts that’d marked him with their seed time and time again now swung pendulously between his legs.

“I can’t believe this is real.” Jay while giving his new cock a few experimental tugs, noticing all the slight differences in sensation.

“You better believe it Daddy.” Dale teased. “But you could already use the mirror to confirm but checking out that sexy face of yours” He added while nodding towards the bathroom. All the while trying not to lick his lips at the sight of his old mature body probing and prodding at itself with Jay behind the wheel.

Jay looked over at the bathroom door, then back at Dale and finally back down at himself. He wasn’t sure if he was ready. All of this was so much to take in. Almost too much. He could feel his heart pounding rapidly in his chest as the ration part of his mind wanted to freak the hell out at having been tossing into a body that was over 30 years older than he was supposed to be. But holy hell if all the other parts of him didn’t think this was the hottest thing that’d ever happened to him in his entire life. It was just so difficult to wrap his head around it.

Dale soon jumped up from the bed with a bounce in his step before prancing over the Jay and slinging an arm over his shoulder. “Go onnnn.” He urged while guiding Jay towards the bathroom. “Just have a look. Trust me, I think you’re gonna love seeing how much of a sexy daddy you are now. My old body looks so fucking good on you.” Dale insisted before planting a kiss on one of his former bearded cheeks. “That is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

Jay nodded.

“Then go check yourself out daddy-o!” Dale gave his former hairy dad butt a cheeky slap as he all but shoved Jay into the bathroom.

Once inside, it took Jay a moment to finally turn his head towards the glass. But when he did, his entire sense of reality came crashing down in the most mind bending way imaginable. There had still been a large part of his mind that expected to see the same 25 year old face he’d always known staring back at him despite the fact that Dale was now wearing it. It must’ve been his mind’s way of coping with something so impossible. But now even that flimsy illusion had been broken. The visage staring back at him was none other than the face of the man who'd been the one constant in his life for the past year. The man who turned him on in ways nobody else ever could. The man who fulfilled his daddy kink in every way. Dale.

If he hadn’t felt so disoriented at the sight, he might’ve nutted on the spot. Evidenced by how his cock had sprung from a hesitant half erection to hard as a rock in seconds. But he was able to ignore it for now as he found himself entranced by his new reflection.

At first he simply looked into his new eyes as he remembered all the times Dale had peered lovingly at him with them. They were always so bright and blue as if they were somehow younger than the rest of him. Only now he could see that the soul behind them was different. But that didn’t stop them dilating with uncontrollable desire as he took in every last feature. He’d already felt them but getting to actually see it all as he touched those finely aged features was a whole different level. He couldn’t help dragging his fingers along his rough facial hair yet again, grunting with satisfaction at the scratching sound it made against his skin. Running them over his mustache before moving upwards to his nose and upper cheeks. Relishing in the looseness of his skin as it yielded in a way that younger skin wouldn’t. Even something as simple as touching his ears somehow felt erotic when every tiny difference served to make him hornier.

“I look amazing…” He breathed while slowly running a hand along the top of his head yet again, savouring the fine work of male pattern baldness. It was something most men feared and would do anything to avoid but to Jay it only made Dale’s body look even hotter. To him it felt like a stamp of both wisdom and masculinity that could only be awarded with age as a symbol of daddiness. Seeing it only made his cock throb harder before spluttering enough precum to finally catch his attention.

He reached a hand down to grab at the pulsing shaft. He bit back a low moan as he began stroking it helplessly. It was practically begging for it at this point. How could he ignore such an insistent dad dick? Especially when it belonged to him. As such he guided his hand back and forth at a steady pace. All the while he found himself admiring the rest of his body again. His free hand sliding up and through the mat of chest hair, squeezing his pecs and teasing his sensitive nipples. Rubbing up and down his fuzzy stomach before reaching around his waist and sliding back up to admire his lats and back. In truth he wasn’t that much bigger now than he was in his old body, but everything still seemed so wildly different from what he’d known. Even just the way his shoulders seemed to curve or how the veins coiled along his biceps. He just couldn’t get enough!

Though amongst exploring the vastness of his hairy new being, his hand eventually found itself drifting towards one of his armpits. He’d been so distracted by everything else that he hadn’t thought to lift his arms and check them out yet. It was a wonder considering how much Jay had always loved shoving his nose into Dale’s pits and getting drunk off that manly scent. Especially if Dale had just come from the gym. Jay would eagerly run his tongue along those furry pits and lap up every last drop of sweat as he lost himself in the mind numbing smell. Most of the time he wouldn’t even have to ask. Dale could just sense when Jay was craving it. As such he would simply lift an arm before grabbing Jay by the back of his head and pressing his face into one of those pungent pits. Half the time, that alone would be enough to get Jay to nut in his underwear.

And now those pits were his. So hairy and dripping with that masculine aroma he adored. How could he possibly stop himself?

Before he knew it, Jay had lifted his free arm behind his head purely so could nuzzle his new nose into one of those gorgeous armpits. The scent hit him immediately as it filled his nostrils like a drug. That first little sniff was all it took to have him huffing on it like a maniac. It smelt just as incredible as ever, if not better knowing that it was coming from his body now. It was his gorgeous scent. He owned it.

“Ohhhhhh… god yes!” He groaned into his pit as he lapped up the scent like a mad dog. “Mine… all mine….” He continued on, referring not only to his new scent but this ravishing body as a whole. He loved every inch of it. No matter where he looked or touched, it drove him crazy with lust. It was like a never ending buffet.

“Mmmmmphmm fuuuuuuckkk!” He roared louder now as he alternated between sniffing his pits and pinching at his nipples aggressively. All the while jerking his new cock with increasing desperation. His brain was practically lit up like a Christmas tree under all the stimulation. Eyes rolling while his mouth hung a little slack. “I’m such a hot daddy… oh god I’m such a hot fuckin daddy…” He chanted to himself. There was no stopping him now.

Jay continued to worship himself to no end. Touching both his body and face. Sticking his fingers in his mouth to suck on while he jerked. Flexing and posing while moaning to no end just so he could hear the sound of his borrowed voice echoing off the walls and reverberating through his chest. And of course he couldn’t help grabbing his ass again. Reaching his hand back and grabbing at the furry cheeks, loving how pliable they were. He’d always loved to watch Dale walk away from him in the nude just so he could watch his dad butt jiggle with every step. Now it was all his to jiggle.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. His balls began to tighten as they churned a heavy load. He could already feel the cum rising alongside the sensitivity of his dick. Before long he passed the point of no return. The last thing he did was simply stare at himself again. Locking eyes with his reflection in one final bout to drink it in before he finally erupted.

“GGRROOUHHHHHHhhhhhhoohhh…” Jay bellowed uncontrollably, still grabbing at his ass while his girthy dick launched what felt like an endless stream of creamy dad cum. Covering the sink, the mirror, his hand and even the floor as some of the last few drops landed on his feet. It was an intense high, the likes of which he didn’t think he’d ever experienced before. Perhaps it was just the thrill of being inside the body of his dreams but that was easily one of the best orgasms he’d ever had!

Once Jay had finally managed to cool off, he started to clean up a little. Mainly washing his hand after licking some of the cum off it and wiping the floor. Finishing by giving the mirror a quick wipe as well and taking in his reflection one last time in the process. It wasn’t long after that he stepped back into the bedroom only to find Dale sprawled out on the bed with a fresh load coating his youthful stomach. Seems like Jay wasn’t the only one having fun.

“Sounds like you enjoyed yourself.” Dale said bluntly with a grin.

Jay reciprocated with a grin of his own. “Still am.” He claimed. However his face softened a little soon after. “Though, you never explained how we go about swapping back. Not that I want too yet. I’m loving this. I just don’t like not knowing the facts.”

Dale grabbed the same towel Jay had used to towel off earlier after they’d had sex. “Well like I said before, we can stay this way for as long as we want. It can be days, weeks, months. Even years. It all comes down to the rings.” Dale held up his right hand, still wearing the crimson red ring Jay had put on. “As long as we’re both wearing them, we stay swapped. The moment one of us takes our ring off however, our souls get sent back to our proper bodies.”

Jay glanced down at the blue ring he now wore. Knowing he could choose to end the swap whenever he pleased definitely gave him that little piece of mind he needed to really enjoy this experience to the max. “That’s good to know. But will we be able to use them again once we go back? Is this like a one time deal or…?”

Dale shook his head. “Nope. We can do it as often as we like. All we have to do is put the rings on again and kiss like before. Then presto, we’re back in each other's bodies.”

“Well.” Jay began. “In that case I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun from now on. Don’t you?” His grin returned, even cheekier than before as waltzed over and climbed back onto the bed.

“I should hope so.” Dale replied, eyes glued onto his former mature body as Jay laid himself down beside Dale.

“Now how’s about you be a good boy and snuggle up to daddy.” Jay said while patting his chest.

Dale practically jumped at the offer. “Yes sir!” He responded before shuffling closer until their bodies were intertwined and Dale's head was nestled firmly against the hairy chest he no longer owned.

———

A year passed since that night. In that time Dale and Jay had become exclusive. They both stopped seeing other men just a few months after their first swap. Before long they only craved one another and the feeling of being inside each other's bodies. So much so that they found themselves swapping almost every time they met up.

Sometimes they would swap almost immediately after meeting up. They’d slip on their rings and greet one another with a kiss that would swap them on the spot, staying that way until it was time for them to get back to their separate lives again. Other times they’d wait until they were having sex. Dale would have his thick dad cock buried deep inside Jay’s ass when they would slip on the rings and kiss. Next thing they knew, Jay was the one on top fucking while Dale was getting his hole drilled by his former dick. They never got tired of doing it that way.

It got to the point where they spent almost all of their time together swapped. Dale loved being young and Jay loved being a daddy. It was the perfect arrangement really. And it only got worse when after six months of swapping, they finally decided to move in together. Once that happened they must’ve spent pretty much all their free time in one another’s bodies to the point where it started to feel normal. As if that was the way it was supposed to be.

Now after an entire year, they’d taken it a step further. After a lot of preparation, they’d started taking shifts at each other’s jobs! Naturally it’s been a little awkward trying to adjust and fit in but overall they’ve got scarily good at playing their roles. So much so that before long they might not have to swap back at all if they don’t feel like it. They could just live life in the other’s body.

Regardless though, they’d decided to make things official. After a lot of dancing around it, Dale and Jay were finally a couple. Their significant age gap had already been raising eyebrows from the moment they started living together and even more so now they are actually boyfriends but neither of them cared. They knew this was what they wanted more than anything else.

Jay especially. It’d gotten to the point where he didn’t feel like himself anymore when he wasn’t inside Dale’s mature hairy body. The only problem was that if they decided to make this permanent someday, Jay would effectively lose 33 years of his life. As much as he adored being a daddy, he wasn’t sure if that’s what he wanted to sign up for long term. As such, he and Dale have been hard at work trying to track down another magical artefact. It was an amulet capable of slowing down the aging of whoever wears it by around 75%. All they had to do now was find it and they could both live long and happy lives in the bodies of their dreams.

Until that day however, they would just have to enjoy the present. And enjoy it they did as they fucked almost endlessly in their swapped bodies. A daddy and his boy.

“What’s up sport?” He asked jovially.

I smiled.

“Nothing grandpa, I’m just here to take over your body.”

“Haha- wait what?” He looked at me in bewilderment.

I just smiled as I stared deeply into his eyes as he scanned me, uncertain. I could see he was struggling to look away but his body had stopped listening to him and now there was a wild panic in his eyes. His pupils dilated, and I saw sweat began to form on his handsome face. Soon it would be mine.

I opened this host’s mouth and climbed out, my gaseous form snaking out onto the floor. The child slumped over almost as quickly as I had left him. No matter, he was just a stepping stone to the true prize. Given his genes though he would probably be a real catch in a couple decades. I made a mental note to keep tabs on him for such a time. In the meanwhile Grandpa here continued to look at me, his eyes glassy and unfocused. I could hear his teeth chattering and his entire body was shaking out of fear, yet he did not, could not run away.

Come here you big old bear. I commanded, teasingly. He blinked, then stepped forward compliantly. He still wore the same uneasy expression on his face but there was nothing he could do to stop me. I stroked his moustache tenderly as I coaxed his mouth open. With a final coil, I plunged straight into him.

Instantly I felt the strength and the power of this mighty body as it attempted to fight back, choking down my essence. But I was too quick, too evasive, as I expanded out into the huge man, I felt my form assume his characteristics, his trunk-like legs, his generous torso, his thick piston-like arms. I marvelled at these, this man clearly had had a jackpot of good genetics, testosterone coursed through his entire being. A man, a true, honest-to-goodness man. Hardworking, capable, dependable, stoic, passionate. His cock bulged out desperately as I entered, both of us experiencing the combined euphoria. He groaned deeply as I pushed myself into every last crevice of his body and soul. His eyes rolled back into his head from the immense pleasure that was quaking through his entire being. I leaned forward and forced him to snarl and growl like the animal, the hulking beast that he was. I squared his shoulders, so tense, as I pressed in, further, deeper, burrowing into the core of his person, devouring it whole. With an almighty final effort, I slammed into his spirit, sealing myself within as our body shook with a thunderous wave.

Slowly, I felt feeling return to numb limbs and a growing awareness of how truly gigantic I now was. I felt myself, towering over the floor, easily seven feet of pure beef. My legs stood firm, planted to the ground, stoic, stable, unmoving. I clutched onto my belly, feeling the thick, rippling layers of muscle and fat, the product of years of hard labour. I clenched my hands, feeling the callouses chafe against each other as I made fists as large as lesser men’s heads. My brawny forearms, packed with so much muscle, bristled away as I attuned myself to this new body. Finally I opened my eyes, watched as the smoke slowly cleared and the world stopped spinning around me. I was a bit dazed but I was an ox. A mere possession would not be able to take me down. At least not physically. In mind, I was dominant, having subsumed his in the process of entering him. He would guide me in this body, teaching me how to wield this strength, this presence. How to command and lead, just as a real man would. I grinned, feeling the tips of my bushy moustache curl up as I did so. I grabbed my bulge, feeling pleasure course through my veins, deep groans and utterances escaped my mouth involuntarily. This body was built perfectly for purposes other than just work. I was so wide that the doorways had been built around my frame, everyone always wondered about the sheer expanse of the house until they saw just who lived there. I had commissioned this personal gym to be built, having grown tired of the inadequacy of those in the neighbourhood. I exhaled deeply, hot air blowing past my moustache and into my beard, trim and tidy, I could grow it out more, a man ought to. Putting my hands into my pockets I was prodded by a memory of my grandchild’s unconscious body, my previous host. I swaggered towards him, relishing as cool air sailed around my hulking form.  Smiling, I scooped him up into my arms, he weighed no heavier, perhaps even less than the weights I had been lifting. But I made sure to remain gentle, he was undoubtedly my flesh and blood now after all. 

“Grandson.” I said as much to him as myself, my deep, sonorous voice bounced off the walls and echoed as music to my ears. His eyes flickered but he remained unconscious.

Within my pants was the monster that had sired the one who had in turn sired him. My strength would yet flow through his veins. And in the end, he too would become my servant, just as I had. I had to laugh at that, the oddities of possession and identity. He was me as I was him. Our roles were inextricably linked and intertwined, master and servant, of one body and of one mind, yet with a clear hierarchy within the singular being. His thoughts tried to reach for panic or alarm but my presence kept him focused on his sense of duty, of responsibility. Of course this was the way things were, they had never been different. Even now he travelled through the paths of his own mind but all of them had been twisted by my hand, leading back to me, the true owner of this body, of this soul. He would know only euphoria as he slumbered. I would use his body to lead this family, with its strong, wonderful genes. When the time came, there would be hosts aplenty for me.