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“Hey son. Right here. Ready?” He took off his shirt and shorts then put his hand on his hip and grabbed his hat. “Go for it.”

“Gotcha dad.” I pointed the camera at the Adonis body he had. It was hard not to appreciate all he had to offer. And it was even more exciting to me that these were my genetics!

I snapped the camera, but something was off. Dad wasn’t moving. It looked like he wasn’t even breathing.

“…dad?” I waited a half second. Nothing. It was like he became a picture himself. I walked over to him and was almost intimidated. What if this was a fucking prank!?

“Parties over dad.” I gave him a pat on the back, his sweat soaking my palm. But no response. He moved, but almost like a statue. None of his limbs turned. Everything was frozen in place.

I have to admit. I sort of got giddy at this point. I looked him up and down. The muscular body with a pleasant dust of hair. I reached over to touch him but immediately retracted when I saw people moving, albeit a good distance away, in my periphery. Geez. Thought everyone but me was frozen.

Even when the coast looked clear, I used dad’s lotion and rubbed his body with it to make it look I wasn’t just worshipping this man. But that’s when I noticed it.

On his back, at the top of his spine, there was a place where his skin cracked and had chipped off. No, not dried up and peeled, but literary chipped off. His middle back was my height so I had to tip toe a bit to look inside, but when I did I stumbled forward and lost my balance. I reached over to grab dad’s waist to stabilize myself, but this statue version of him was so light that I ended up pulling him down with me.

His mid-back shattered all over me. The outside of the pieces felt like skin, but the insides were just like porcelain. With his body on top of me, I looked inside his back and stuttered.

“I just broke dad.” It was a realization that freaked me out. Dad was fucking gone, and all that was left was a literal hollow shell of a person. There was nothing in him. It was just hard and powdery. How was I gonna get home? I can’t drive. Who’s gonna feed me? I don’t have a job!

I was tearing up for a bit before I heard other people closer. What was I gonna say? I panicked and did something that, in retrospect, was so fucking dumb to do – I could’ve broken dad even more.

But I didn’t. I hopped inside the gaping hole in my dad’s back and fit my slender frame into his hollow one. It was odd. The insides became less hard and more mushy as I fit more and more of myself in. It felt insane, but I already had my legs inside – might as well finish the job.

I shoved my arms through his bent ones, and then my head into his head, and waited for the people to pass by. I wiggled my toes and felt it protrude out of his from calf – again, he was way taller than I was. Up top it was super dark. The mushiness of dad’s insides were becoming more elastic. It started to feel like my dad’s arms were moving downward, as if the gravity of my arms pulled it in that direction.

I heard the people walk by, and their conversation became more and more clear as they came closer. They stopped whatever they were originally talking about and pointed out my dad. Called him a good looking dude and their voices faded away. Uh? Did they not notice his wacky pose while laying down?

I shifted to get out of my dad but found that I couldn’t. His insides started to mold around my own. It felt like I was being casted by him, with his legs, torso, and arms shrinking to fit my smaller height and wingspan. I started to panic when his began to wrap around my own – how the hell was I gonna breathe!? There was already no oxygen in here. I couldn’t see a fucking thing. I was-.

But then I could breathe. His nose wrapped around mine, and air flew through my lungs. It was like as if my nostrils were directly above where his would be. The rest of the face shifted along with his body, his arms and hands tightening around mine. I was actually able to start moving my fingers again.

His eye sockets shifted downwards to my own, and immediately I saw sun. That must’ve been the last shift because I felt nothing afterward. It was just me laying, but I couldn’t feel the sand underneath my dad’s body, just the elasticness of his inside. I was still basically just wearing his body like a suit.

I attempted to get up, and actually did. Looking down at my body was actually wild. I was the same height as before, short and stout, but my skin and muscles were dad’s. His speedo was loose due to his body wrapping around my smaller waist. Peeking over I saw his much girthier cock wrapped around my small one. I reached over to my back and froze.

I grabbed my camera and picked up dad’s shirt and shorts and ran to the bathroom. I hope it wasn’t too comical, but I could very much imagine how awkward it might’ve looked with his thick strong legs shrunk and wrapped around my short ones. I slammed into the private larger stall and froze.

I was a caricature of my dad. Everything was so out of proportion. My arms were his thick and muscular ones, but they were like a quarter of the size they used to be. Same with his legs and torso. I twisted my body to see my back, and it was exactly how I imagined it to be. The hole was still there, except it was more like a seam – a change of fabric. It’s like the back of any super hero’s skintight outfits when they’ve ripped. Except, my dad’s body was the outfit, and my body was the skin where the hole used to be. I touched it and actually felt it directly. I touched where my dad’s back hadn’t broken and it was still as if there were something in between. I looked back to the mirror. I would make a silly face, then dad would. Angry face, then dad would. But it just didn’t fit what was down below. Dad shouldn’t be this short, but that’s what I provided. Bummer, but my cock started growing anyways. It was hot seeing my dad replicate my movements, even if it wasn’t exactly him. But that’s what triggered something.

I started to grow. Fast. My erection grew, but it kept going. And I started to get further and further away from the ground. I looked in the mirror and saw myself – my dad – expanding and enlongating, and not gradually either. In three seconds, the growth made me jump in the air and my limbs grew to my dad’s size. My ass and crotch now fitted dad’s speedo tightly. And dad’s head was now correctly fitted on a respective body. I was an exact replica!

I turned around and still saw the big gaping hole, but it was like my body had grown to accommodate dad’s. I ran my hand down his torso, then took off his speedo. It still felt like I was wearing him, but I just felt bigger on the inside. I grabbed my erection, now the correct 7 inches, and took his speedo up to my nose. There was a musky scent combined with a short spike of ass that drove me crazy. I had always smelled dad’s used briefs when he threw them in the hamper st home, but being able to rub it into his own bearded face while jacking off his cock was even more incredible. I rubbed the speedo all over his body, making sure his sweat and hair collected his crotch’s B.O. Then, I raised my arms and took a big whiff of his armpits. With my face still buried in the mangley hair, I glanced over at my reflection. Seeing the erection and the head tilted with the speedo on my shoulder made my cock start spitting out precum. It was my precum, just dad’s was the vessel in which it came out of. I reached over to my bare ass and dug my finger in. I scrunched dad’s face as my middle finger went deeper and deeper into the tight crevasse. Meanwhile, my other hand was going back and forth between rubbing his sensitive nipple and stroking his big cock. A moan slipped, and it was a combination of his voice and my voice, but more of my voice. This brought me to the edge, and my cum raced through my cock and came out of my dad’s.

When you're a pair wandering ghosts for hundreds of years, you tend to get a little bit bored of the same old same old.

Isn't that why we, as civilized and horny individuals, invented the concept of roleplay? Is it not a desire to play and induce a more spicy dimension to sex? And folks roleplay lots of scenarios that usually involve their mundane life. Playing doctor or acting as a corporate boss doing dirty stuff with their subordinates...

It was why my dearly departed and I roleplay this specific scenario: body possession. But, we mix it with a little bit of our own, actual possession.

During our regular searches for a host, we found this guy just hanging around the gym and decided to make him our next little project for the month.

He was an older man taking a selfie in the gym. Nice musculature but an attractive amount of aged fat that gave him a cute appearance. The treasure trail on his stomach was certainly a treasure in my eye. We didn't know his name, his status, or even his age; but still we craved him like nothing else.

I went first, as usual. "Nrgh...! The hell?!" The man cried out as my ghost essence began to slide into dad-bod flesh. "Ahh, s-someone... help!" Luckily the locker room was deserted as was most of the building. The man could do nothing but pant and moan like a whore as I fully took him over.

My vision refocused from the black void that came from diving into a man. My first sight was this reflection I stole. As eager as a schoolboy in a candy story, I stepped closer to the mirror and planted a deep kiss to my reflection. Yeah, this'd be a nice host for my husband and me.

I dug into the guy's wallet and pulled out his info. Charles Wallace. His address was xxx at !&*( Street. Nice.

"Hey, you done?" my husband asked. I could see his shimmering form in the corner, muted due to having the eyes of a mortal for the time being. I shook my head as I pulled out the car keys from Charles' locker.

"Just a second, darling. Let's get home first." Those first few minutes inside another man were unremarkable, but I enjoyed them. It felt nice doing the mundane as someone else. Seeing everyone look at you while wearing another brought about a certain thrill in me, like not wearing underwear beneath your pants. Seeing a few heads turn as I walked by definitely helped, too.

And the first thing I did when I got home was start flexing. I couldn't help it, could you? I just adored seeing muscle under my control, almost as much as I enjoyed said muscle moving without it.

But it seems like my husband began to grow more and more impatient. "Move on over, stud. It's my turn to drive!" he cried out before diving into my mouth, agape in a gasp.

As the last of my husband finishing slipping inside, I could feel the intensity of flesh multiply. Three souls now occupied this body, though Charles' was unconscious, and the constricting tightness made me reach an ecstasy that no rope could help me reach.

"N-No, this is my body...!" I called out, trying to hide my erection as I stared at Charles' reflection. My legs rubbed up against each other as I tried to stand while trembling with pleasure. I kept trembling as I allowed my husband to fill each of Charles' heavy limbs. Even though I could no longer move them, I could still feel the goosebumps and chills.

Finally, Charles' body straightened as he let out a low moan. His eyes opened and my husband smirked at his own reflection. "Ahhh, niceeee. Always love taking the big dumb straight ones." We had no idea if Charles was even straight or not, but that didn't matter. The story was already forming.

I took control back. Charles' face immediately turned into a grimaced as I begged to his reflection. "Get out of me, p-please!" I moaned as I felt my cock get even harder in these shorts. Already, my husband was shaking his hips to slide them off. "Ahh, what're you doing?! Pervert, don't!"

The smirk returned. "Hey now, I'm just trying to have good time like anyone else, my guy. Don't take it personally." He slapped one of Charles' pecs. "If anything, it's your fault for having such a nice, sexy body. I couldn't help it, really." His bit his bottom lip as he began twerking one of Charles' pecs, and I nearly lost it right then and there. I swear I could've cummed five times over just feeling that.

"P-Please, d-don't make do these erotic things. I-I'm a straight guy, I-I don't get aroused like this!"

"Straight?" My husband taunted back, guffawing as he performed a double-bicep flex. "With these babies? Hell no, that'd be a crime!"

The shorts came off, then the underwear; a pair of boring boxers that we'd have to upgrade to jock-straps later on; and soon enough my husband was jerking off this cock like a pro while playing with our sensitive chest. My very soul writhed in pleasure, so much so that I could barely even pretend to put up resistance.

"C'mon, is that all you can do!" My husband said, glaring at his reflection. "Don't even mind another dude is jerking off this fat cock?"

Instead of protest and horror like I wanted, I could only manage a tired groan as I panted. Forget the beast with two backs, we were a beast with two cocks. "N-No more... I-I'm... I'm going fucking crazy..." I was hardly roleplaying right now, my vision growing hazy as we explored this body. "I-I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm fucking cumming!"

We painted the mirror white with out thick loads. Then, Charles' body began to tremble as I lost focus. Slowly, my ghostly essence slipped from his mouth as I became ejaculated from his body as well. "Oh, damn. Didn't think it was that good for you," my husband said, chuckling as he saw my embarrassed form. "C'mon in, we got about a month of this to enjoy."

I slipped back inside and instantly felt our cock grow hard again. Twice the ghost twice the arousal. We took a deep breath to relax so I could get back into character. "Ohhh... you fucked up asshole," I hissed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, for me? You shouldn't have, Charles." My husband said. He knelt down and began to lick the trailing cum from the glass while I protested.

"Fuck, no no!" I cried out from the inside. "Stop making me do all this gay shit! I can't... I can't take it anymore!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," my husband said, licking his lips to get the last of the delicious cum. "We're gonna a couple much-needed loads up this ass, next. By the time I'm done with you you're gonna be begging for me to never leave."

"N-No, please. Anything but that...!" I breathed out, moaning. The rest of the month was spent with me protesting in Charles' mind as my husband cruised around like a chaotic slut, having this body groped, fucked, and exploited in ways neither of us could've ever thought possible.

Baseball Dad // Father’s Day 1

“Hey Nick. You excited for the game today?” my dad asked me, still focused on the road. “Yeah dad. You know I am! I didn’t even go to sleep last night” I said, antsy to arrive at the field as fast as possible.

See, today – Father’s Day – is my school’s annual ‘Father-Son Baseball Game’ day, where all of our dads get to join in and play a game for themselves. I know, I know. Seems a bit lame for adult seniors to do with their dads. But there’s a twist this year, all thanks to Jerry, my friend who also happens to the Coach Greene’s son: we’ll get to be our dads!

About a week ago, Jerry found some magic wrinkle-remover spray from his attic that, apart from obviously removing wrinkles, puts the physical body of whoever’s wearing the clothing inside the clothing. It’ll make sense in a bit. Jerry didn’t tell the team that at first though. On the day when the shipment of adult-sized jerseys came in, Jerry and Coach Greene were the first people to see them. The two walked into Coach’s office – Greene holding the shipment and Jerry holding the spray. After a couple of minutes with some rustling noises, Coach Greene came out sporting the blue and white jersey with our team’s name on it, but Jerry was no where in sight. Then out of the blue, Coach Greene yelled at all of us to drop and do twenty pushups! After we did ten reps, Coach started to laugh hysterically – something we never see him do. “Hey guys. You can stop now” he said, still chuckling, “your friend Jerry’s in here.” We looked up, out of breath, and saw Coach, smug face and all, pointing at himself with his thumb. “Don’t believe me?” He grabbed the bottom hem of the jersey and pulled it up, gradually revealing more and more of Jerry’s body shape until the jersey was completely off and the top half was now all Jerry – arms, head, and all. He still had Coach’s legs though, which looked really weird in combination. Before we had a chance to take in what happened, Jerry pulled down the Jersey again, and we watched as Coach’s giant forearms and biceps came out of the arm holes and Coach’s head popped out of the collar hole. “You guys ready to be your dads?” Jerry said in his dad’s deep voice.

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My dad and I got out of the car and headed to the sign-up table where Coach Greene was handing out the adult-sized Large and XL jerseys to all the dads.

“How’s it been Joe?” asked Coach, who was glancing down at me in particular. “And you look excited.”

“Everything’s been well, Mike. Thanks… Say, where’s Jerry? Haven’t seen him lately. Billy’s been wanting to see him” my dad said in his deep voice, giving me a pat on the back.

“Uhh Jerry’s been helping me get ready for today. Might be behind-the-scenes for a bit until the game starts” Coach said, giving a bit of an awkward chuckle at the end. “Anyways, are those your change of clothes, Joe? You mind if I see them?” He pointed at the duffle bag my dad was carrying. My dad handed the bag over while Coach took out an XL jersey and the wrinkle-remover spray. “This stuff works like a charm” he chuckled, spraying the jersey and my dad’s pants inside the bag. “Alright well I’ll see you in a bit Joe!” he said, and began to greet the son and dad who were behind us.

“Hey. Has Coach been acting any different lately?” my dad asked me as we approached the locker room. “He seemed sort of nervous. And, for as long as I’ve known that guy, he’s never nervous.”

“Uh. I think he’s just been stressed with setting today up” I lied.

“And what was up with the whole spray thing? I could’ve sworn he didn’t believe in using those things. And he didn’t even glance at your clothes.”

“Not sure, dad” I said, walking into the locker room. Inside, we saw one of the dads looking at himself in the full-body mirror. Right as we walked by, the man glanced at me in the mirror and smirked, before flexing one of his biceps.

“Sheesh, that guy was full of himself” my dad whispered to me as we entered a private changing area. I closed the door behind us and pretended to set out my clothes as my dad actually did. As my dad took out his compression shorts and red and black pants, I heard two older men talking to each other.

“Dude this is fucking awesome. My dad’s buff as shit.”

“Damn man, I’m jealous. My dad’s outta shape. I don’t know how well I’m gonna do in the field today.” The two men chuckled before walking out the area.

I glanced at my dad who seemed to take note of the conversation that just went on, but he seemed preoccupied as he buttoned the waist button of his pants. He then grabbed the jersey and took a whiff of it, seemingly pleased at the scent the spray give it. I turned around as he put it on and pretended to put my own baseball jersey on. I heard a grunt come from behind me, and, turning back around, I saw only my dad’s pants and jersey on the ground. My dad himself was literally gone!

Excited, I threw my uniform to the corner of the changing room and grabbed my dad’s pants. I held it in my hand for a minute, almost doubtful that’ll it would actually work, before stepping into it with first my right leg, then my left. In what defied all logic, my right foot popped out the other end, then my left, without the pants scrunching up at all. I took a closer look and saw that they weren’t my Size 10 feet, but my dad’s Size 13. I wiggled my toes and saw my dad’s wiggle, gently shaking the hair follicles that lined the knuckles of his feet. I bent down, not yet realizing I had gained 5 inches of height, and felt my dad’s giant calves and thighs stretching the soft, charcoal fabric of the pants he chose. I pulled my right pant leg up, and saw hair all over my leg that seemed to go way further up than I could view. I pulled my pant leg back down and looked in the mirror, and saw a half-goliath, half-kid standing awkwardly in the middle of a changing room. Giddy beyond belief, I grabbed the adult sized jersey and, like my dad, gave it a whiff, smelling a mix of laundry soap and my dad’s cologne. I turned around, facing away from the mirror, and slipped my left and right arm through the ginormous jersey, leaving the rest of the fabric hanging in front of my body. What came out were my dad’s hugely built forearms and his swollen biceps now stretching the fabric. I pulled my arms in front of me and felt the hairy roughness of his arms, experimentally giving them a squeeze only to find out how solid they actually were. I looked at my new, large hands and felt the callousness of them thst resulted from years of being a physical trainer. Not wanting to delay it even further, I turned around to face the mirror, grabbed the back fabric of the jersey, closed my eyes, and pulled the fabric down over my head and torso. Not opening my eyes, I slowly lifted my right arm from my side and touched my chest, which I could feel bulged the fabric outward. I slowly opened my clenched eyes, and saw my dad in the mirror do the same. I stared at my reflection, which now took up the entirety of the mirror, and blinked. I raised my eyebrows, checking to see if my dad would do the same, and touched the wrinkles on my forehead. I brushed my large, now proportionally-sized, hand through my new hair, feeling maturity in both its style and its touch, and muttered “whoaaaaa.” My eyes opened wide - as my dad’s in the mirror - as I yelled “OH MY FUCKING SHIT.” My free left hand shot up to my throat, feeling the rigid Adam’s Apple that now pushed on my skin. “Testing testing” I said to no one, hearing my dad’s deep, scratchy voice coming out of my voicebox. I looked in the mirror again and, with both arms now raised, noticed the sheer volume of the muscle mass now contained in my arms. I flexed my arms, observing my muscles expand as if monsters were breathing in and out inside of my flesh. I put my arms down, and in doing so felt my huge pecs pop. Confused, I looked in the mirror and focused on my pecs. And suddenly, they started to bounce up and down. “I DIDN’T EVEN KNOW THEY COULD DO THAT” I yelled, my dad’s voice echoing back at me. I dipped my hand under my shirt hem and, surprisingly, felt no muscles there. I lifted the Jersey and saw my normal body there instead of my dad’s rugged abs. I put my jersey back down and instead awkwardly shoved my arm into the collar hole. Because of the size of my arms and the tightness of the shirt, I could only feel up to upper chest, but it was still surreal nonetheless. I looked in the mirror once again, taking note of my cologne’s amazing scent. “I’m Joe Martin. I’m 35 years old and I work as a physical trainer.” I smiled at myself, now feeling the physical high of adult life.

As I was tying my shoes, I heard a knock on the door and a voice – who I recognized to be Coach’s – say “Joe you in there? We’re starting up soon.” I finished knotting my shoe and stood up, almost stumbling forward due to my new height of 6'5".

“Yeah Coach. I’ll be out in a sec!” I said just a little bit too loud, not used to my amplified voice.

“Haha. We’ve known each other for years now. In case you don’t remember, you can call me Mike, even on the field. Anyways, I’ll see you out there” he said before I heard his footsteps exit. I looked in the mirror and patted down my blue and white jersey, which had my ‘son’s’ team name spelled out on the front. I took a minute to examine my bulging muscles again, feeling their hardness once again before moving down to squeeze my huge ass and adjusting my large package. I looped a black belt around my waist, and smoothed down my pants before grabbing my duffle bags, opening the door and walking out.

I stood in awe for a moment, scanning the tops of lockers that, for so long, towered over me. I was interrupted by a man’s voice yelling down the hallway.

“Hey Nick is that you!? Number 33 right!?” the familiar man yelled before jogging up to me. “Dude it’s me! It’s Trevor! Well, I mean, I’m Thomas right now.”

“Hey man. Never knew your dad was on the big and hairy side” I said, giving the 6'3" man a nudge and a fist bump.

“Aw shut up. I might be fat, but I got some catcher skills on me” he said jokingly. “Anyways, we gotta head out. Do whatever you need and I’ll see you on the field.” He ran off, his belly fat jiggling as he took a step.

I took off running too, feeling the physical prowess of my new, developed body and saw a crowd of guys waiting behind the gate. “Hey! I know you guys are adults, but you gotta get here on time too!” muttered one of the dads, who sported a black baseball hat, some scruff, and black-and-white shorts.

“You’re Nick right?” he said, “its Aaron in here!” The man jabbed his chest with his thumb. “You’re up to bat next, man… and with arms like those you better hit a homer. Good luck out there!” He pushed me onto home plate.

(Hope you like my answer, even though it might not have gone in the same direction you described in your ask...) 

"Oh shit! I can explain son... I mean Sean! It's not what it looks like! We were just... we..." you watched on as your best friend Sean's dad stood next to you in your body and anxiously tried to talk his way out of this. Meanwhile you just stood there awkwardly trying to cover your muscular mature body with your big hands.

"Oh, don't bulshit me dad. I know very well what's going on." He paused and looked you both up and down. " You guys just switched bodies again haven't you?"

"Wh-what? How... how did you know?" Sean's dad asked, dumbfounded by the fact that his son somehow managed to come to that conclusion.

"Pfft. You seriously don't think I could recognize and differentiate my own dad from my best friend? For God's sake, I even caught him playing on my PS5 a few times." Sean curled his eyebrows and nodded towards you. That caused his dad to turn towards you and glare at you scornfully.

"I mean... I'm not the best at acting you know..." you smiled at him awkwardly with his own bearded grin. He could only roll his eyes at you before deeply sighing.

"Aaanywho, I promise I won't tell anyone... as long as you let be a part of this." your friend said resolutely. You could tell he had decided that for a long time now.

"Son... I'm sorry, but you can't. It wouldn't work." His dad answered disapprovingly and begun pulling on the rest of your clothes.

"What do you mean you can't? You guys switch all the time! You're just saying that because you don't want to let me in the fun, isn't it?" He said angrily and crossed his arms defiantly.

"No, it's not... let me explain." His dad sighed once again before having us all sit down so he could explain everything. He showed Sean the amulet, explained where we found it, how it worked, how many times we've used it, and even explaining that physical contact was necessary between the switchers.

"... and that's why we can't include you. Because we're stuck in our new bodies for at least 24 hours before we can switch again. You see?" Sean's dad in your old body finally concluded his summary. He gave his son some time to process all the information given, before he turned to you and rolled his eyes at the sight of what you were doing.

"Right?!" He slapped you on your meaty arm as you had obviously not been paying attention and instead been playing with your chest hair the whole time.

"Huh? Oh, yeah that's right!" You reacted and gave them both another toothy smile.

"Well, I still want to be a part of this!" Sean said, still standing by his decision even though he was fully caught up to the situation.

"Son... I've told you-"

"I have an idea." You suddenly exclaimed, causing both of them to turn to you with a surprised look on their faces.

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"Daaamn! This feels good..." Sean whistled as he squeezed his big meaty arms and did all kinds of weird poses in front of you. "Can't believe you managed to convince your dad to switch bodies with me. Why would he even wanna be a pimpled and scrawny college kid like me?"

"Well, let's just say I convinced him about the perks of being young and free again..." You relaxed on the couch behind him and watched as your best friend spun around with your dad's beefy body. " ...just like how I convinced your dad too." A sly smile crept upon your handsome face.

"Oh yeah?" You watched your best friend turn around and began walking seductively towards you. The floorboard creaking slightly under his new heavy weight as he pulled off the dirty shirt your dad had hastily decided to put on before Sean came in. "You're a little devil aren't you? Pretending to be dumb and useless when you are in fact the one that planned all of this..."

You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight your burly shirtless dad affectionately calling you by your nickname. Standing in front of you, he gave you a flex before slowly straddling himself on top of you. Your thick furry legs pressed against each other as he put his large hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him, your lust-filled eyes met, and the world grew still. Before either of you knew it, your best friend had your dad's beefy arms around your neck, your lips crushed into each other's, and your beards scratching sensually against your cheeks.

You let the moment last for a few seconds before pushing him away, but still close enough so you could enjoy the smell and taste your dad's mouths. You watched as he looked at you still dazed by the moment and stunned by your push.

"Not here... babe..." You told him breathlessly, the warmth of your breaths fully heating up the empty space between you two. "Our dads could still be around y'know."

He gave you a puzzled look before an unfamiliar wide grin formed on his borrowed mature face.

"So what?" He grinned before once again throwing himself onto you. He leaned forward and began sucking on your thick neck.

"Uhm... they'll switch us back and never let us to switch with them again?" You answered, trying your best at not moaning too loudly or think about the fact that you were about to get hickeys by your own burly dad.

"And how would they do that...?" Your best friend chuckled while he kept sniffing and licking your thick neck. It took you a few seconds before you realized what he insinuated with that sentence.

"Sean... what did you do...?" You asked him as if scolding him for something bad he had done.

"Nuh uh uh. I'm not Sean anymore... My name's Carl, your dad's name." He breathed his hot words into your ear, as you suddenly felt one of his large hands begin caressing the growing bulge on your shorts. "Let's just say I might have flushed the amulet down the toilet when I marveled at your dad's hot body in the bathroom..."

"Uuugh..." was all you could utter as he suddenly slipped your dad's rugged hands down your pants and began tugging at your thick and hardening cock. You threw your head back and lost yourself completely in the moment, as this new body of yours was way more sensitive than what one would expect from a strong muscular man like that.

"What's wrong... Thomas?" He just called you by his dad's name. Well, this body's name... now your name. You felt the heat collecting in your groin and you were about to blow any second now. "Loss for words are you? Well, consider this my punishment for you... for keeping your body-switching shenanigans a secret from me for two whole months..." With that said he bit you hard on the neck, and leaving a clearly visibly mark there.

"Now, my dad's hot body and you... are mine forever!" He proudly proclaimed, as your eyes literally roll into your head and you exploded all over your pants, your shirt and even onto your own dad's naked muscular chest. You could only lie there dazed and exhausted as your best friend/dad/lover, licked the cum from his own furry chest and gave you sloppy kisses on your drooling lips...

As we all sat at the table and started digging through our bowls of spaghetti, I knew something was wrong. Being the oldest of us siblings and still living at home while attending community college, I was always very perceptive towards my family’s dynamics. My four year old brother Bradley was enthusiastically eating and making a mess, and my younger siblings Mariah and Lucas were casually throwing insults at each other. They were both 17, twins and still in high school, and often bumped heads with each other on just about everything, so everything looked normal on that side. However, Mom and Dad were abnormally silent. Too silent. They had an announcement to make, and we probably wouldn’t like it. As if on cue, Mom spoke up.

“Kids,” she started. “We would like your attention. We have something important to say.”

“Earlier today, I was contacted by my friend Larry,” Dad continued.

“He’s that scientist guy, right?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, that’s him. He offered me a solution for our money problem. His company will completely pay for our mortgage, and throw in an extra fifty thousand dollars… on the condition that two of us become test subjects in an experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?” I asked. This was getting interesting.

“Body swapping,” Dad said. I was amazed that he managed to say that without laughing. “He has found a way to swap two people’s bodies, and he needs to test it on someone.”

“Sounds weird but let’s just do it!” Mariah said. “Let’s just have two of us swap bodies for a week, and then all our problems are solved, right?”

“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple,” Dad replied. “There’s a flaw in the process he’s using. He can swap two people, but he can’t switch them back, or with anyone else. If we do it… it’s permanent.”

“We still think we should consider it, however,” Mom said. “After all, we do need the money. That’s why we’re putting it to a vote. I think we should go ahead with it, and so does your father.”

“I think… I think we should do it,” I said trying to be responsible. “I don’t really want to be someone else, but you’re right: we do need the money.”

“I’m with Cody here,” Mariah added and gave me an affirming nod. “Besides, being someone else can’t be that bad, I guess.”

“There is no way I’m doing this!” Lucas yelled. “I’m not giving away my life for you guys.”

“I wanna do body thwapping!” Bradley said excitedly. “Da mean I can be a gwowed up, wight?”

I am always impressed by this little boy’s perceptiveness. He’s clever, you’ve got to give him that. So that makes five against one, meaning…

“Then I suppose we’re doing this,” Dad said.

“We’ve thought about it a lot, and we decided that the best way to choose who swaps is to pick at random,” Mom explained. “We’ll put all of our names in a bowl, and pick two.”

Since no one really wanted to be the one to swap, we all agreed that this was indeed the best way to proceed. Mom went into the kitchen, and came back two minutes later with a large bowl, several pieces of paper and a pen. She set the bowl on the table and handed the pen and paper to Dad, who started writing our names. It wasn’t long before there was an interruption:

“Why are you putting my name in there?” Lucas whined. “I said I wasn’t doing this.”

“Yes you did,” Mom said, “but, for the sake of being fair, we think your name should be in there too. And quite frankly, your attitude these days makes us think that maybe being someone else would do you some good.”

“Ugh.. I don’t believe this.”

“Moving on,” said Dad. “I think we’re all set.”

He dropped the papers into the bowl, and mixed them with his hand. He then handed the bowl to Mom, who picked a paper. After unfolding it, she announced the unlucky winner.

“Cody.”

Wait, me? I was going to swap? I could hardly believe it, and yet it was true. Soon, I would be in someone else’s body, for the rest of my life. Mom put the paper with my name on the table for everyone to see, sealing my fate. She then put her hand back in the bowl, took another piece of paper, and announced the name of the person I’d become. She looked at the paper in shock for a moment, then calmly showed it to the family.

“Dave.” It said. My dad’s name.

“You can’t be serious,” I said.

“That’s settled, then. Cody and I will switch bodies, permanently. Larry is compensating us very well for this, you know. We’ll go to his lab on Saturday.” Dad announced in an almost nonchalantly way.

“No way…” I said in shock. “This is crazy… I can’t switch bodies with my own dad! I’m only twenty… and I’m still in college!”

Lucas and Mariah were barely hiding their grins. I looked to them helplessly. “This isn’t funny!”

“Dad, you’re going to be our new older brother?” asked Mariah.

Dad looked my body over, almost like he was trying to picture himself living in my body. Then he turned to Mariah. “Yes, that’s right, Mariah. We better start getting used to this now. From now on, you’ll call me Cody. And over here,” he walked over to me happily, “this is our dad, Dave.”

I looked down at my own body, which soon would not be mine anymore. This was crazy. But I knew there was no way out of it. “I’m Dad,” I practiced saying. “I’m your Dad, Dave.”

Dad beamed. “That’s right, Dad!” he said. “And I’m your son, Cody. I know it sounds a little silly now, because we’re in the wrong bodies, but we’ll fix that on Saturday. And all our money problems will be solved! I also took a week off work just in case this happened so we have time to adjust and learn about each other” Dad said.

I gave a weak grin as he left. In a few days I would be in my dad’s body with a completely different life. No more hanging out with my friends, studying for upcoming exams, or even get a chance to ask the cute guy in my class out for a date. But worst of all; I had yet to gather courage to come out to my conservative family, and now was not be the time for that seeing as I soon would be forced to live as my straight dad… However, that did start making me wonder…

—

Later in the evening I was lying in bed in my underwear, trying to imagine what it would feel like after the swap. I was going to be my own Dad. I was going to be older. I was going to have his beefy muscles. I was going to have his bearded face and his hairy chest. I was going to have his smell and use his cock for fucking. I was going to have to see him naked, in the shower, in the mirrors, in my dreams. I was going to have to wear his clothes, his voice, his smell. For the rest of my—

Suddenly Dad burst into my room without knocking. “Hey, Dad!” he said.

I was in the middle of jerking off and imagining myself as him and now here he was. “Dad! Get out!” I yelled.

“It’s ‘Cody’, remember? I just want to say I’m so glad you agreed to do this swap, to live in this body for the rest of your life.” He gestured down to his bulky older body. “What are you doing there? Are you jacking off? It’s okay, I’m also a college boy,” he said, “I do that all the time.” He had a smirk on his face. “The sooner we get used to this the easier it’ll be, ‘Dad’!”

I noticed he was dressed for bed, with just a sweatshirt and boxers. “I thought it was time to get to know our new bodies. Just so you know, this is the body you’ll be living in starting on Saturday.”

Before I could protest, he pulled off the sweatshirt, exposing his huge hairy chest. It was ages since I had last seen him completely shirtless—not since Lucas brought it up and made him self-conscious about it last year. Soon however I would be feeling them and seeing them every day, for the rest of my life. “DAD! Stop!” I yelled, trying to hide my erection under the blankets.

“It’s ’Cody’ now,” he repeated. “I’m so looking forward to being a young college jock and hooking up with all kinds of gorgeous girls again.” he sneered. He continued pulling off his boxers, and showed me his giant dangling member for the first time. Suddenly the sheer magnitude of what was happening struck me. My dad was standing naked in front of me, showing off his hairy muscled body, and in a few days it would all be mine, forever. “You know, as much as I’ve loved being in my body over the years, it’s just not the same anymore. Age and work have really taken its toll on me. Sorry, 'Dad’. This is going to be your body now.” Now completely nude, he turned around, showing me his ample butt and his thick hairy thighs, his wide feet, his slightly jutting muscle stomach.

“Cody,” I said, struggling to get the words out.

“Yes, Dad?” he asked, walking toward me.

“I-I’m not sure about this… I can’t live in that body…” I stuttered, looking up at my imposing dad and feeling my erection under the blanket twitching.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, smiling. He patted me on the shoulder. “Anyway, Mom told me since you’re going to be her husband now, it’s time for you to get used to sleeping in her bed. This is my room now, until I eventually move out. You can wear my boxers if you like.”

I got out of bed, still shocked at what was happening. Though for some reason I didn’t feel weird about being naked. Dad looked at my chest, my strong arms, and my cock slightly wet with pre-cum. He looked like he couldn’t wait to be living in my body. I couldn’t blame him for being excited about the change. I was dreading it horribly.

I walked over and put his boxers on. “They’ll fit better after we change bodies, Dad,” he said as I was trying to move the uncomfortable dampness away from my crotch. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, suddenly standing behind me. Before I knew it I felt his strong rugged hand push my face against his armpit. It was hairy, wet and absolutely reeked. “This is what you’ll smell like from now on. Better get used to it, Dad.” He laughed, while rubbing my face all over his musk. Thankfully I pushed him away and got out of the room before he saw the cum dripping down his boxers I now wore. I walked down the hall and crawled into my parent’s bed, the bed I would be sleeping in as “Dave” for the rest of my life. Saturday was approaching. I only had a few more days to live as my college self. As I crawled into bed with Mom, I gently touched my slick penis, knowing soon I would never be feeling it this small again. I gently touched the skin of my scrotum. Soon it would be my dad’s thick and hung ones instead. I fell asleep to my future smell oozing from the pillow, the sticky boxers I wore, and the sweat particles still deeply imprinted in my nose - My dad’s musk, “Dave's” musk, MY musk, for the rest of my life.

—

The next few days were weirder by the day. Mom and Da-er, Cody both said I had to start waking up early before everyone in the morning, ironing my dad’s shirts, preparing to go to work and all the other things Dad did daily. I hadn’t realized before just how… traditional our family really was, just below the surface. Dad had always been a white-collar worker, the moneymaker, the one who put food on our table. Now, I would be that white-collar worker and work my ass off every day…

Friday night, as Mom…er… Susan and I climbed into bed, before turning off the light she turned to me and said something that chilled me.

“There’s some other things you’ll be doing as my husband, but I just can’t bear to do them when you look like that. Which means when you get back tomorrow evening, I’ll be all ready for you.”

I quailed as she turned out the light, and didn’t sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, Dad… Cody was ready before I was. He had dressed in his best shirt, tight pants that accentuated his ass, and trimmed his beard. I could also tell he was going commando underneath, as the outline of his crotch was clearly visibly through the pants. He winked at me.

“It’s a shame to leave Mom, but I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He then walked me through getting dressed in the outfit he wanted to be wearing later - one with tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, emphasizing my body. My body that I was about to lose.

“Finally, we’re here!” Cody said and beckoned us inside. We met Dr. Larry and soon we parted ways with Mom… Susan. “OK, just put these gowns on and the process will begin shortly” Dr. Larry said before departing. We both went to the changing room, stripped ourselves, and put our gowns on. Unfortunately the attire did very little to hide the sudden erection I was sporting after seeing a glimpse of my dad’s naked muscular body - soon to be my naked muscular body. However, it seemed as if he too was sporting a massive erection, protruding out against the lower section of his gown, as he stared and smiled at me. When we eventually returned, a bunch of doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrode-like things were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I suddenly heard him yell and opened my eyes, instinctively looking towards the other side of the room. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “… will be yours…”

I could only nod before everything went dark.

…

There were clouds everywhere, I could feel their softness between my toes. In front of me, my naked dad Dave was smiling. He had the biggest grin upon his face, when suddenly light began to emit brightly beneath him, coming up through the clouds. He reached behind his back quickly and pulled out a rope. He threw one end like a bolas at me and the next thing I knew I was completely tied up! He pulled the rope towards himself, dragging the now naked and tied up me along with it. He began to laugh joyously, as he pulled faster and faster. The light began to engulf everything and it was becoming harder and harder to see. I tried to shove my feet into the clouds to stop the pull but there was nothing to provide grip. Within a matter of seconds I slipped over onto my back, letting out a gasp as I began to be pulled even faster and closer towards my own naked dad. My dad yanked the rope one final time with all his strength and suddenly I flew towards him at full speed, hitting him in the chest before being slowly pulled inside. I felt my essence merge into his flesh as I was engulfed by his bigger, stronger body.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” He laughed, his voice becoming more and more distant.

…

The bright light had stopped and everything was now dark. I could feel myself breathing heavily, my heart pounding fast. A consistent high pitched beeping sound from a nearby heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital. I felt strange, slightly heavier. I opened my eyes and looked over to my left, and there was my body, grinning and bouncing off the table. He buttoned up his gown, looked down, and positively beamed. I looked down at myself. My view was blocked by two giant mounds of hairy flesh, and a massive protruding pole sticking straight up.

I was now my Dad. Forever. No escape, no reverse.

I sat up. Immediately I felt all of my new body settle around me. My huge muscles, my hard stomach, my thick thighs. I immediately started to panic.

“Oh no no no…” I tried to say, and felt the difference in my mouth, my teeth, my voice. It was all my dad’s.

I had a gown covering my body and I had to undo it to see the damage. A college jock was in the bed next to me—I knew that was my body, but it was so confusing to see him, it might as well have been a complete stranger. I needed to process my own body first. I buttoned the gown up and pulled them apart. There they were. Two massive hairy pecs. My dad’s pecs. My pecs. Huge, dense, bushy mounds of muscle capped with tiny nipples—my nipples, now. I gently touched my hand to the right nipple. My hand looked so big and rugged. My nipple felt incredibly sensitive and strange.

I took the massive pectoral in my hand and squeezed it, then flexed it to feel how hard it could get. This was part of my body now. The other one was too. I continued to feel anxious, terrified, and horny. What have I done? What did I agree to? I had to live in this body for the rest of my life? How would I ever get a boyfriend like this? What dreams and plans did I have now? What was the point of all this?

I bent forward and brushed the hair on my chest aside to look at the protruding, thick and twitching cock between my thighs. My hairy beefy thighs. Curly dark hair growing around the root, the foreskin barely holding the mushroom head from popping out, and a stench of semen and a familiar musk oozing out from its slit. I had never really held another man’s private part before, seeing as I was still closeted and being too afraid to get myself exposed. Now I realized I would have to touch and care for this unfamiliar member pulsating between my legs for the rest of my life.

I looked at the stranger on the opposite table, who had taken his gown off. The handsome college jock was playing around with his cock and his new balls. He looked so happy. I desperately wished for that happiness. I would never feel that again. He looked at me, my stomach, my cock, and down at his own genitals. He grinned uncontrollably. He was truly happy. As I shifted in the bed with my massive thighs and heavy weigh, as I contemplated my hard muscle stomach and my new fat member, I realized I would never be that young and virile ever again. I missed my body and youth so much, but it would be impossible for them to reverse this. This body was a hairy, musky prison I would die in. I sighed in defeat.

There were no words capable of describing the amount of dread I felt, and every mild inch my body moved was a constant reminder that it wasn’t mine. The only thing that felt natural were the tears in my eyes, at least until they slipped out and traversed and defined the much different shape of my cheeks. Nothing was the same. I couldn’t even cover my own face to hide my emotions, as my upbringing had taught me that men should be strong. As I ran my finger through my eyes I was so unaccustomed to the shape and distance of this body, from point A to point B – it’s arms, height, even the lengths of his fingers – everything, it was all wrong!

I think the worst part of it all, was my less than sympathetic companion, who had only just now put my own cock away to talk to me. “Come on now, it’s not that bad. You are a real man now!” I didn’t even have to remove the hands from my eyes to know he had spoken those words with a quirky smile on his face. Slowly moving my fingers from my eyes, I was greeted to my own face, with curled eyebrows, sure, but a smile more built on amusement than sympathy. It was as if his expression was saying… “I had to put up with that for almost 40 years, now it’s your problem. Get over it.” In-fact, you were 100% certain that’s what he was thinking, as he quipped… “It’s a pain, but at least you didn’t have to deal with it for more than a few minutes.”

“W–why are you so happy about this? Can’t you see I didn’t want this?” I asked him. It was so telling that even now, rather than dip into a somber forgiveness, he simply quirked his lips to the side and thought about how to answer. I knew my dad had been looking forward to this – it was obvious. Yet I somehow wanted to believe it was pressure from my mom, or being a dutiful father, but it was clear that from the moment it was announced, he was eager. I even remember the delight on his face when it was his name that was drawn after mine. He never even feigned sympathy, yet I tried to overlook it. He even unveiled his body to me the day of, as if to rub in and haunt me that that old body would be mine and not his. One could begin to wonder if he somehow messed with the name-drawing back then…

Now he stands before me, shrugging and once more smiling along with it. “I get to live life all over again as a handsome jock, what’s not to like about that?” Spoken as a matter-of-fact, as if there couldn’t even be another side of himself he could be portraying.

“What kind of father are you? Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for turning me into you!?” I exclaimed at him, but all I was returned was this blank stare.

“First off “Dad” we discussed this, my name is Cody. Second, why would I? It was random, it could have just as easily been your sister, or your mom or whomever.” Of course what he said were facts, but they were so cold and heartless.

“Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for taking my age, or my future, or… EVERYTHING!?”

“Listen, we HAD to do it for money, we needed it. Am I happy to switch with you? Yes, I am, I’m super excited about being young again, it feels AMAZING. Put yourself in my shoes… heh… should be easy now; imagine you had the ability to swap with your son Cody, me, you’d be delighted, wouldn’t you? That’s how I felt, and how I feel now. Listen, getting old sucks, everyday you start to feel like you could have some huge medical issue, and your body just doesn’t work right. I mean, just listen…” He stopped himself and pulled me up to my feet for the first time. As I rose onto my new huge feet, I felt one of my ankles crack, then twice in my back, which was sharp and painful, to the point I had to let out a sharp noise. Seeing me bent over, trying to get comfortable standing up straight, with one of my eyes shut from the sudden sharp pain, he simply smirked and said: “I rest my case.”

Standing there, I knew what he was trying to say, and I started to understand why he would be delighted to leave this body behind. Even if my dad was still attractive for his age, the body itself just did not feel as energized and strong as it looked like. “Try and tell me you feel rested. I bet your head feels like it’s being heavy with lead, as you’ve been over-working yourself for the past four years. I bet your feet are still hurting from yesterday, and you have this kink in your back that just NEVER goes away, like you have a crack to crack, but you can just never work it out. Am I right?” Everything he said was the exact annoying details I was picking up on, and it was just the surface layer.

“I stopped enjoying my life after being forced to pick up that boring office job nineteen years ago, and I started hating being old around thirty-three.” He said, leaving me only wondering how to respond. I got it, I understood where he was coming from, but I also couldn’t.

“I’m your own son, you should at least feel bad about turning me – or at least not continue to smirk like that!” My statement crumbled to simple annoyance at his continued amusement at my constant squirming in his damn body.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be rubbing it in, but when you’re truly happy, it’s hard to hide it. Besides, I feel like an advocate for all parents and fathers, when I say that… we’ve all been kind of wishing that the younger generation and especially our own children would have to deal with our problems just once.” He said with a satisfied smirk as he panned his gaze up and down the body he used to inhabit, taking extra interest in my livid face.

“You really do want this? You want me to be miserable!?”

“Listen, in a few days, I think you’ll understand it better. All those times you talked back to me, even calling me lazy and "just sitting in front of the TV watching crap,” I bet you wouldn’t have made those comments if you knew the body I had to lug around. This is a good experience for you. You’re part of the reason that body looks and feels the way it does, you know.“ He had a response for everything, but it always sided with himself.

"I’m not your only kid, why doesn’t Mariah and Lucas have to go through this!?”

“If I could let you all experience being me, I would. Except you just happened to be unlucky and it chose you and me. But I’m glad it did though. Having to go through high school as Mariah would have been too much, and I don’t want to be a young teenage boy like Lucas again. I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body – no, I can, it’s exactly the opposite of how you feel right now, Dad. I’ve been feeling that way for at least seven years now, in terms of the aches and such, not to mention just how uncomfortable my back is becoming.” Of course he made sure to add the simple statement with more ways to beat it home just what I was now.

“Listen, if you don’t like that body, then surely you can understand why I don’t? Anyway, you will get used to it, you’re a strong person. If I can do it, so can you.” It was the most uplifting thing he had said to me up 'til now, which was more sad than anything else. “The most important thing is to continue to do what you have been doing these days before you got your real body, and just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter, that’s just the facts now. I know it was difficult calling me Cody before, but I think it will be easier now that I look the part. I also think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you now, too.” He ended his spiel by doing something which made my whole heart jump seemingly into my throat… he put a mirror up to my face. Seeing my dad’s body out below me was enough to convince me, but if I had any doubt, it was gone the moment I saw my dad’s brown eyes staring back at me. His eyes always made him look tired, like they were trying to lean right off of his face, it was slight, but that’s always how I saw it. His rigid nose with a ballooning tip, to the remarkably thin and almost small lips just a midge below it, to his jaw which was adorned with the perfectly groomed beard from this morning, as it seemed to blend perfectly down his neck in certain lighting - it was all my face now. Everything I tried to move, now reflected back to me in the mirror perfectly. In only moments I had seen more new faces I had never seen from my dad before, because… they were my old expressions… on my dad’s face. “T-take that away, I already know what you look l-” I stopped and turned around.

My voice. It was my dad’s voice. I had only just then begun to hear it, that deep, rich - sometimes raspy voice of my dad’s, I could hear it. Not only that, I felt it. I could feel my words vibrating through his throat and seeming to get stuck, coming packed with air, sometimes rumbling more than intended, and it all served to provide the voice I had grown so accustomed to ignoring or getting yelled at with, because it usually meant I was going to be ordered around. Now it was mine, EVERY time I spoke from now on, I would have that quality to my voice. I wasn’t sure why I thought that one quality wouldn’t change, like I would somehow still be able to speak as Cody, but that was gone too. I looked, felt, sounded and if he got his way, would perhaps end up living and acting like… my dad, Dave.

“I’m still attractive, you know… you don’t have to look at my former face like it’s some hideous wreck.” He sighed while grabbing me by my bearded cheeks. “You’re 42 and only have the slightest hint of wrinkles, just a few crow’s feet around your eyes, and not an ounce of baby face on your face. You should be happy, your complexion is great. Now come on and get dressed. We can’t stay in here forever, Dad.”

“Dad…” I murmured a few times as I took off the gown and put on the outfit my dad had come with. It was sad that I knew how to wear it, he taught me that beforehand, with the exact shirt and pants. I winched at the feeling of having to push my new hefty member into the pants. I felt so defeated as I stood up with his tall stature, struggling to finding my center of gravity, and already finding an instinct to scratch the beard itching against my chin. “You look great in that, Dad.” He said, smiling and nodding at the bulge clearly visible through the soft pants. I wanted to protest, but I would only be insulting myself if I did. What could I do? Shout “I don’t want to be you!” and run off? If I wanted to do that, I should have done it before. I was in his body now, it was over, I was my dad, forever… there was no second chance or redo. I was a 42-year old father, and as my… son Cody said - there was nothing I could do to ever change that.

I took one long deep breath and raised my hands out for me to see, which required quite the rotation of my elbows, as my new massive chest hid away so much of my lower body. Still, the sight of my dad’s hands rising to my whim, I tried to take it in for what it was. It was my body now, whether I wanted it or not, just as my former dad had said, it was a fact.

As we left the room, we were approached by Larry and his less than pretty female assistant. They each took to one of us, first together, then separate, asking us questions about the procedure; “How do you feel?”, “Any strange oddities?”, “Is the body properly responding to your commands?”, and many more questions. I made sure to tell him everything, because if nothing else, I didn’t want to end up dead due to some complication I overlooked, even if that alternative at the time felt like a decent one. Unfortunately, most of my complaints about my dad’s body were met with: “That’s normal for a man of your age-” His eyes would drift to my bulge, in-fact, they were there most of our conversation. Of course they were, it was my dad’s greatest asset, and one this dress pant he made sure I had to wear was quick to show off. It was no longer protruding out at least, the pants made sure of that, but now I was stuck feeling like I was being blueballed constantly . It was less of a relief, and more of a lateral move.

Beyond that, he made me take all sorts of physical tests: move my hand here, touch that, do this, and so on. After that, it was a series of personal questions about my old life as Cody. Then it was questions only my dad would know. Thankfully, I didn’t have any of his memories, and I remembered mine just fine… but in a way, I almost wished I couldn’t. Eventually his tests were over and he handed me some sort of document.

“Unfortunately, this technology is still very new, so any matters, or matters like or akin to, or rather of legality related to your new identity will have to be handled locally. That said, or spoken I guess, congratulations! You are officially the first human to ever switch bodies with another individual and with such a large age gap at that. Is it… how does it feel?” The man spoke so dry, that seeing him smile at the end was unnerving.

“How does it feel? I feel awful! Look at me, I’m a 42-year dad!”

“O-oh, I was… um… I was… yes. I was under the assumption this was all understood and desired by both parties…” Finally some emotion came out of him, but it seemed to be more fear. Fear that maybe I might sue him or something, maybe. Maybe I could, but what would do that for me? More money? Great, but it would only take money away from the person who might be able to fix this somehow.

“Compliant? Hardly! My parents basically drew my name from a hat and said here, it’s your fault the family is in debt, go fix it! It was one big guilt trip I had no part in.” Hearing my end of it he relaxed, probably just due to his own sake not being a potential factor anymore.

“So you don’t want to be your father?” He asked me, seeming surprised somehow.

“Would you!? Who would want to be their own dad? I was a 20-year old college jock!” I screamed at him.

“Well… to be fair, your father is a very… handsome man, so I thought maybe… perhaps you might…” He trailed off as he leered over my body.

“So what if my dad’s body a friggen perfect ten?! That still wouldn’t make me want to be him and lose half of my life! I’m practically on my deathbed!”

“Now, that’s harsh. He’s nowhere near that old.” He reassured me.

“Then you can take his body! Enjoy the age, the stress, the pain in back and everything else!” The more I yelled at him, the more I realized how far I was from embracing anything about this. It wasn’t like I could just accept it all at once. “Sorry… it’s not your fault. It’s my damn dad’s fault. He took my body with a smile on his face…” I let out a long sigh and threw my hands behind my neck, finding some comfort in how thick and hard it felt against my shaking hands.

“I have to ask though, can I really never go back? I-I don’t care if it’s not my old body, but I just don’t want to be this old and having to live my dad’s life…” I asked him. I wanted the ability to go back, or at least somewhere else rather than my dad’s old backbreaking life. Realizing if worse came to worst, I would have to run away from it all… at least that might give me some real closure with my new self…

Read Part Two HERE

Read Part One HERE

(Change from First-Person Perspective to Third-Person Perspective)

“I wont sugar coat it; it’ll be impossible to swap you back to your own, or anyone else’s, body.” The man hastily stated, sounding a bit remorseful in his tone. Cody was wide eyed and placed both hands onto his face. For the rest of his life, he’ll be a dilf; his own dad, no less. But, there was no way he would comply with this fully. Although he won’t tell anyone, especially his own family, there was no way he would live his dad’s life. Being both a dutiful father at home and the family’s moneymaker was not who he is. He is still Cody, regardless of what his body looks like. Not to mention his mind was still attracted to men, so sleeping with his own mother was beyond questions!

“Guess that’s it then,” he falsely agreed. “I’m stuck as this and will just have to live as him.” The man nodded and set forward with final paperwork and preparations. After spending another day there, Cody and his dad were given the green light to go back home. Remaining silent the whole time, he concocted a scheme to give himself some control back.

Cody hastily bolted inside once the car parked in his drive. Dipping into his old room for a second, he snags his saved trove of cash. Not much more than a few hundred dollars, he figures every bit helps for his plan. After that he locked himself in his parents’ room for the rest of the night. His family members let him be, figuring he should be left alone to get used to himself. And he did exactly that; being a gay college kid and doing some intimate exploration of his new mature dad body. The sensations he felt achieving climax certainly felt better than as his old inexperienced self; one benefit in all this. Perhaps he could learn to live with this body after all. Afterwards was the setup; grabbing a suitcase, he packed it full of as much of his dad’s clothing and shoes as possible. Fitting in many pairs of underwear, socks, shoes and conventional clothing, he stuffed the pockets full of his father’s accessories, including his wedding ring.

Cody remained idle until late at night, when everyone slept. His mom had taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom for now, leaving no one to watch Cody. Slipping on one of his dad’s old jockstraps, with tank top and basketball shorts that did nothing to hide his plump butt, he slipped his large feet into his dad’s most comfortable sneakers and slipped out through the window, thankful that his parent’s room was on the ground floor. With suitcase in tow, Cody sprinted away from his house, slightly aroused by the feeling of freedom and his muscles tensing powerfully with every movement. Having looked on his phone earlier, Cody makes his way to a 24-hour pawn shop.

“Hello,” he greeted, walking in appearing as an imposing man. “I’ve got some of my old clothes and jewelry I need to sell.” He said, dumping out all of his dad’s, no, now it was all his, things onto the counter. The clerk spent twenty minutes examining every piece for authenticity and value, totaling the lot at a few thousand dollars. Joyous, Cody managed to earn an extra grand by using a little forcefulness with his new muscled body. Leaving with pockets full of cash, he knew what to do next.

He didn’t sleep the whole night, as he spent the hours walking and taking buses intermittently, leaving his house behind, followed by his hometown, then county, then state. Even though he was exhausted, he knew it was worth it. There was no way in hell he would live his dad’s life. Having no aspirations, working seven days a week, and being married to his own mom… Basically having to live a basic straight man’s life! So the best option was to leave it and his original one behind, creating a brand new one. “Serves them right for forcing that shit on me.” He murmured to himself. After five days of travel, with a couple relaxing nights in motels, Cody had managed to get three states away from his old home.

Settling down in another motel room, Cody spent half the day flipping through catalogues with local apartment listings. Finding one that appealed to him, he zipped on over to check the place out. A quaint apartment complex, the apartment itself consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, with a living area/kitchen. It was just what Cody needed, with rent less then a grand. Moving in was a breeze, since he only had what was in his suitcase; this was acceptable with him, since furniture could be a later investment. He did at least pay to have a bed delivered, bringing his current savings to almost two grand now.

Resting himself on the fresh yet smelling mattress, Cody slipped into the nude to relax. “It’s been a long week, but I’ve done it.” He sighed, playing with his chest hair and fondling his crotch. “All that’s left is to find a job, and I’ll be all set.” He decided, masturbating to climax multiple times before showering and falling asleep.

The next morning Cody sat calmly for the first time to take a moment to assess his situation. He had a limited amount of resources that would rapidly diminish soon if he didn’t get a job. He couldn’t use his dad’s credit cards or he could be traced. In fact, he couldn’t use any of his dad’s past job skills to apply for a job or he could be traced. He had to come up with a new identity all together. He pondered for a while and come up with the name “Dennis Jones”, still keeping close resemblance to his dad’s former name, but being a more youthful version as that is what his mind truly was; a twenty-year old boy. He then realized he would have to then get a job that didn’t require too much skill, especially as he was in reality just a college kid with no experience of life whatsoever. This was another reason why he had to run off. First, the thought of having sex with a woman was disgusting to him. He still liked men, no matter what this body of his was used to. Second, to potentially have sex with his own mom? God that would ruin him for life! Finally, to try and be a father to his own dad living his life in his body, that was too much to bear or witness. Just too depressing. No, this was for the best.

So now instead of being a twenty-years old closeted college kid, he was now a middle-aged homosexual dad who had run away from his family. “Guess I was always just a fag trapped in a straight man’s body” he silently joked to himself. Cody, or rather Dennis as he would call himself from now on, got on his laptop and scoured the dark web, something he was intimately familiar with as a former tech savvy young man, and found a source to get a fake driver’s license, birth certificate and social security card. It cost him a good chunk of his resources, almost a thousand dollars, but it was the cheapest he could find. They were delivered to him the next day by overnight mail and then he released the remaining money due.

Now he was all set as he went out to find a job. He ended up getting a job at a local sport store. The manager was skeptical at first wanting to know why he was wanting a job with them. “Well my wife and children were killed in a car accident a year ago and I haven’t worked since I got out of school so I’m afraid I am not very skilled in a lot of things, but I need a job badly.” The manager felt very sorry for Dennis and hired him. After a month of being Dennis Jones and working at the store he was settling in nicely.

One day, there was a young 26 years-old colleague who got relocated to his store. He was extremely attractive, and reminded Dennis much of an older version of the cute guy he always wanted to ask out back when he was still Cody. When he later discovered that he attractive man was gay too, Dennis began trying to gather the courage to approach him and talk. However, never having had the chance to come out to another person and now being self-conscious about his older body, left Dennis pondering his decision to do so.

Nevertheless, Dennis had settled into his new life comfortably within a month. Working at the store wasn’t too frustrating, and he made stable money from it. Despite still not being entirely used to being an older man, he had at least become more accepting of his new self. To the point he actively dressed sexily to show off his body’s features, and touched himself on a whim. His apartment was coming along nicely; he was never one for interior decorating, but he still felt proud how it turned out. Lastly, he saved enough of his tips to re-buy the same type of game console he had left behind of the night he ran from home for his new life. Of course he had to create a new account with new credentials, and naming his new avatar something like: ‘GamingDaddy42’.

“Just because I’m a grown man now doesn’t mean I can’t like the same stuff as a younger guy.” He reasoned, playing games on his free time whenever he didn’t work. And in a way, this life was marginally better than when he was Cody. He didn’t have to worry about college and grades anymore, or cater to his family whenever they needed his help. He only had to worry about himself and work now as Dennis Jones.

Yet, the demons of his past still tried clawing him back into hell. One night of browsing the internet revealed an article from his hometown about “Cody’s missing father.”

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, realizing his restrictive family was actively seeking to get him back. Thankfully, his family didn’t have any recent pictures of Dennis’ body, with the newest being from a vacation ten years prior. “That’ll give me some extra cover.” Dennis sighed with relief, taking stock of actions he could take.

For one, the months since the swap has given him lots of time to visit chiropractors, exercise and eat better, making his dad’s huge body more fit and with better posture (from remembering proper workout routines back in his former body, and also in an attempt to attract his cute gay coworker). An effort that served well as his mature body no longer felt the pain that used to plagued his father, leading him to blame his dad’s laziness for all this body’s problems. “Without all those pains, this body is actually pretty awesome… ” Dennis often pondered, running a hand through his bushy chest. He just needed a few more changes and then it hit him, “A simple haircut and and some cool tattoos!” He exclaimed, feeling no remorse stylizing and altering the body that once used to belong to his dad.

The next day, his disguise was complete; he was originally thinking of shaving it all off, but decided on something more stylish instead. A few tattoos were also added to his back and thick arms. By the end of it he was looking incredible. A real sexy muscle daddy even Dennis would consider dating himself… if it weren’t for the fact that it was his own dad. As an added bonus, he also noticed the coworker he had a crush on began taking glances at him and smiling with sincere interest. ‘Dennis Jones, you’re on your way.’ He told himself, squeezing his own large pecs in the mirror at work. As a whole new man, Dennis lay in bed in relief that night. Another check revealed the article was eventually taken down due to no answers, meaning his trail was cold once again. Safe and secure, he stripped and thought of his coworker, as he grabbed the thick cock between his thighs that he had come to love and pleasured himself to orgasm once again… before falling asleep.

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Dennis woke up and decided this was the day he was going to ask that young man out on a date. He was feeling much more confident now and comfortable as Dennis, and him working out had certainly made his father’s body fit, strong and quite attractive. The energy he now had even made his tired and weary face look much younger. That made him smile as he realize the permanent swap with his dad might not have been to his disadvantage after all. Who knew if he would have ever looked this good when he got to this age in his former body. He may be a 42-years old daddy but he could surely pass for a 30-years old hunk!

Today he decided to wear a tank-top to accentuate his massive tattooed biceps and a skin-tight sport shorts that showed a fair amount of his large bulge. It actually felt so good now whenever he put on one of his former dad’s old jockstrap, sliding it up alongside his hairy legs and feeling it fit him perfectly always turned him on.

After clocking into work and putting his nametag on he worked at his station keeping an eye on the young colleague he was interested in. The guy’s name was Carl and he had long brown hair that seemed to always sway towards the perfect side. He had a very fit and attractive body, was quite tall (though not taller than Dennis), two nicely defined arms and a great ass attached to two very strong legs. He also had a wolf tattoo on his right inner arm that sometimes peaked out when he wore short sleeves.

After a few hours, Dennis took his ten minute break and went to the break room where Carl was standing on the balcony and having a smoke. Dennis got a cup of coffee and went over to his side.

“Hey Carl. My name is Dennis. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself for the past few weeks but I guess the opportunity hasn’t come up until now.”

Carl’s face lit up and smiled, and it was a great white smile. “Hey. I’ve noticed you too Dennis and I have wanted to introduce myself as well.”

“So how long have you worked for this store?”

“About three years. Ever since I dropped out of university.”

“I never really made it there myself. In fact, I didn’t even finish my basic courses.” Dennis explained, not mentioning he was forced from once just starting his college courses to now being an older dad.

“I heard from our manager about what happened to your family. I’m so sorry to hear that.” Carl said, putting a hand on Dennis’ much taller shoulder. It felt so warm and comforting.

“Thanks. I appreciate that. But to be honest, in reflection I realize that I was trapped in a marriage that wasn’t right for my….uh my….my lifestyle, if you know what I mean.” Said Dennis coyly.

Carl blushed a bit and then smiled and said, “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I guess it was harder for a man of your generation to live the life they wanted, unlike mine.”

Dennis was saddened at the phrase “your generation” when inside he knew in reality that this attractive man was actually just six years older than him. But now he was basically seen by him as a middle-aged man… No! He was going to do it even if he was shut down!

“Yes… Yes it was… Listen, I was wondering. I just moved to this town and I don’t know anyone beyond work or what there is to do here. Would it be too forward for me to ask…..”

“I’d love to Dennis, I mean I would love to show you around. Is this evening too soon?” Carl’s face lit up once again, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment for ages.

“No, this evening would be great actually.” Dennis smiled, relieved that he hadn’t been disregarded as a predator of some sort.

“Great! I will meet you after work in the parking lot and we can go from here, unless you need to go home first?”

“No. After work would be wonderful. Well, I guess I better get back to work. I’ll see you tonight Carl.” With that Dennis got up and walked out of the break room, making sure he was showing off his firm ass on the way out and feeling the eyes of Carl and other female colleague fixated on him.

The rest of the day seems to last forever as Dennis anxiously awaited for work to end. His shift finally ended and he clocked out and walked outside to meet Carl. As he arrived in the parking lot he saw Carl sitting by his car and waiting for him, somehow having found the time to groom and dress himself up in a very unique fashion.

Dennis huffed his chest as he stepped out of the store, cheerily waving to Carl as he was telling himself he could do this. His date smiled and opened the passenger door to his car, in a chauffeur-like manor. As his heavy weight creaked under the seat, Dennis took in how fragrant Carl’s car smelled inside; evidence of someone who took pride in minor details. Carl gets into the driver seat and places a hand on Dennis’ shoulder, “I’ve got quite a few good places in mind to take you, but I wanna ask, is there anywhere you want to visit in particular?” he asks.

Dennis thinks for a moment and utters, “I hear downtown has a park with sculptures that lights up at night. I thought it might be pretty to see.”

Carl smiles and says, “Oh, that’s a very popular spot here for lovers… but it’s definitely a place worth experiencing! But I’ve got a few other places to take you until then.” And so the two drive off, Dennis rubbing his thighs together as they drive. He finds himself taking glances up and down Carl’s body, from his defined legs to his handsome head bouncing up and down with the music. Dennis stopped to think for a moment, thinking that if he was still Cody, he might never have had a moment like this. Shrugging his shoulders, Dennis enjoys the trip as he’s brought to a popular local diner.

He and Carl have a peaceful meal, where upon they joke and tell stories of work, remembering customers who weren’t always right in the head. Dennis feels his heart beat with every laugh, finding himself sweating being around Carl and being so friendly like this. It makes him feel great, completely forgetting his past as basically two people. They didn’t spend too much time after finishing eating, leaving a gratuitous tip and hopping back in Carl’s car.

This time, Carl takes him to the nearby mall complex, the Golden Palace. Full of fun shops and activities, Carl grabs onto Dennis’ hand and leads him inside. Dennis happily goes along and breathes heavily; feeling his member straining against the jockstrap and become damp. They visit different shops; apparel, jewelry, and even a video game store, whereas Dennis is happily surprised to find out Carl being a gamer too. They both pitch in to buy two copies of an RPG game they were both interested in for a while, planning on hanging out in the virtual space, too. With the last store being a clothes shop, Dennis brings up the idea of trying on swimwear for the upcoming summer. Carl agrees and they pick out apparels without showing each other. They make it a game of stepping in an out of the dressing rooms to show off how they look in tight swimwear. Carl seemed to really eyeball Dennis’ hairy muscular body and its straining bulge, barely held in by a tight speedo. With almost his full body on display and a bulge perpetually growing against the tight fabric, Carl finds himself shift in his seat, visibly getting turned on from Dennis. Who in turn notices, and purchases the suit for sexual viewing for both himself and Carl.

Both in heat and it being dark enough, Carl drives them down to Dennis’ suggested spot. Walking along the lit paths, various metal sculptures resembling people and abstract shapes were lit up by a rainbow of LEDs, making them stand out in artistic appeal. The two lovers pointing out at sculptures they took a liking to, laughing at those they found confusing or ugly. At the center of the park where all the paths connected was a circular area, a lit fountain in the middle with benches all around. Taking a seat together, Dennis nuzzled his head against Carl’s shoulder, as he placed an arm over him. “Today was amazing.” Dennis told him, with tears forming in his eyes. “Never before has a day been this magical.” Which was true; back with his family, Cody was always one of many kids, with parents who did not really care for them and always made it a point that everyone pulled their own weight. It wasn’t an unpleasant life, but Cody felt left out many a time, never able to talk about personal feelings with his parents and siblings, especially with his sexuality. Solidified with the swap, where they tried to force him to be someone he could never, nor want to be, he had to leave the oppression. He had to make a life for himself, treat himself properly and be who he wants to be. That’s when it hits him, and he knew exactly what he wanted now - he wants to always be Dennis Jones; a muscular gay daddy living by himself and working a modest job with friends around him. Despite what people see in his hometown, Cody and his father Dave are gone forever; all that was left was Dennis Jones.

“Thank you for making today a dream come true.” He told Carl, feeling his arm pull his coworker toward him and completely enveloping him by his big muscles. Carl looked up and smiled, happy to have made this man he cares about so jubilant.

“It was a pleasure for me as well,” Carl replied, groping Dennis’ right pectoral, rubbing and poking teasingly. “You know, I always had a thing for older daddies. It’s actually the reason why I got relocated in the first place. I tried to ask the boss of my last place out on a date, which he somehow took as an insult.” He continued, his eyes glossy as their eyes met. “But it all turned out for the better, as I’ve met the perfect daddy right here. Lucky me, huh?”

The air in the park stood still for what felt like hours, as they quietly stared into each others intense eyes. It was Dennis who broke the silence when he at last lowered his face towards Carl’s and mashed their lips together. A tingling sensation passed through their bodies as their love for each other solidified. They finally pulled apart, still tasting the other man’s hot breath in their mouth, before they began chuckling and giggling like kids, laughing about the joke they had made earlier of how cliche it was of movies to have a true love’s kiss in a well-lit park at the late of night. Wiping the tears from their eyes, they continued to sit there in the other’s quiet embrace until Carl had enough.

“Would you like me to make this night even more amazing?” He finally asked Dennis with a devious grin. By now, Dennis’ jockstrap was absolutely soaked with sex juices, all thanks to this attractive coworker of his. And with his offer of bedroom ecstasy, Dennis couldn’t resist and joyously exclaimed, “Yes, please!”

…

The couple got back into Carl’s car as they proceeded quickly to Carl’s apartment. It was a nice one bedroom place that was decorated eclectically and a bit bohemian matching Carl’s personality. They held hands as they walked in and Carl closed the door behind them. They then just stood there for a moment facing each other in anticipation on who would make the first move. Carl smiled as he tossed his car keys into a little ceramic bowl before he walked slowly and seductively over to Dennis.

The entire time Dennis was thinking in his head, “I am not a twenty-years old virgin boy anymore, I am a forty-two-years old mature sexy daddy. I am NOT a twenty-years old virgin boy!”

Carl then trailed his hands up against Dennis’ chest, which produced an electric shock of pleasure in Dennis, giving Carl the opportunity to lean up and gently kiss Dennis on the lips. Dennis then looked deeply into his eyes and kissed him back long and hard, their tongues really exploring each others’ for the first time. They began to make out like teenagers (which Dennis was in regards to any sexual experience), as they stumbled around into the living room before collapsing onto the sofa. As the two kissed and fondled each other, they both felt the immediate urge to shed their clothing. Carl broke free of the kissing and then stood up. He then began to slowly strip his clothes off. First, he unzipped his tight pants and let it drop to the floor so as to reveal more of his very long and sexy legs. He then began to slowly walk towards his bedroom, kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his shirt on the way in.

“Coming lover?” he purred as he looked coyly over his shoulder, while continuing his slow walk to the bedroom.

Dennis didn’t have to be asked twice as he got up and tore off his tank-top, revealing his much hairier and beefier upper body. As he walked over and stood by the entrance Carl sauntered over and instead of turning on the light he lit about six candles on his dresser. This bathed the two of them in a warm soft glow. He then reached down and slipped out of his underwear, dropping them onto the floor. This freed and revealed his member as it now swayed freely left and right with his every movement. It was surprisingly much longer than Dennis’ was, but with not as much girth. That’s when the realization set in that this was the first male cock Dennis had ever seen (other than his own or his dad’s). The Cody part of Dennis got scared, so he felt he needed to say something.

“Carl, I um…well…what I want to say is that I…um…I may be a Daddy, but I have never, uh, I mean with another boy, uh, I mean man, I have never….”

Carl smiled at that and put his finger on Dennis’ quivering lips.

“It’s OK, daddy. I understand completely. Just let me do the driving this time. You just relax and do what you feel comfortable doing.”

Carl then looked down and slowly pulled off Dennis’ shorts. Dennis was breathing pretty heavily by now as Carl slid the jockstrap down his legs, releasing both of Dennis’ hairy balls and his fat oozing cock which bounced up against his stomach.

“My, my, my. Aren’t you the stacked one?” murmured Carl seductively as he wrapped one hand around Dennis’ member while kissing the side of his neck. He then began to massage it, slowly tugging at it rhythmically. This produced a number of loud and deep moans of approval from Dennis as this felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Not even the masturbating felt this good.

Carl then let go of his member and spun them around, before pushing Dennis onto the neatly folded bed. The floorboard creaked under the sudden pressure, but thankfully the bed stood firm. He then grabbed hold of Dennis’ hairy thighs before raising his legs upwards, squatted down in front of Dennis, and began playing and licking with his balls and ass crack. Carl could smell the sex on them and Dennis loved the attention.

“My, my. Someone is ready for some action.” Carl snickered slightly as he stood back up after admiring Dennis’ hairy ass that had shivered with every sensual touch. He then crawled on top of Dennis, hovering above him but his eyes barely reaching the older man’s chin. Thankfully Dennis assisted him by leaning forward so their lips could meet once again. Carl then went back down and began to fondle the meaty hairy pecs and kissed Dennis along the neck, collarbone, and shoulder, but soon worked his way down to Dennis’ chest and then began to suck and bite on his nipples causing Dennis to squirm and moan loudly. As he did so, he used his other hand to explore down until he reached Dennis’ warm throbbing ass crack. He could feel the readiness in Dennis’ hole as he toyed around the opening before then taking two fingers and inserting them into Dennis which produced a sharp grunt of approval. Carl know exactly where to go as he fingered his daddy’s man pussy. Dennis could not help it but scream in pleasure.

“Oh my fucking God Carl!! Don’t stop, please god don’t stop!!!”

Carl then unexpectedly withdrew his hand, much to Dennis’ disappointment but it gave him a chance to catch his breath. As he did Carl reached into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a condom. Dennis had no idea how to use one so he curiously watched on as Carl slid it onto his already slick member and distributed the ointment across it.

“Hang on. As much as I’d love to go at it raw, I don’t want either of us catching anything. I care too much about you to risk it. ” Carl smiled lovingly, as he made sure the condom was fully in place before straddling himself back on top of his older lover. As soon as the tip of mushroom head entered Dennis, he could not believe the amount of pleasure it produced quite suddenly. And in Carl’s expert hands it was like a roller coaster of sensations at one point causing Dennis to arch his back and grab the headboard as he strained to not lose it altogether. Carl then expertly began to slid all the way in until his entire member was sheathed inside Dennis’ hot hole, which was throbbing immensely by the new pleasurable sensation of having something inside it. Dennis began to feel something unlike he had ever known build up inside him, so much more intensely than his own masturbation had ever managed to produce. Carl had been judged how well his lover took his advances before carefully increasing his speed, and now that he knew Dennis was ready he doubled, no tripled, the intensity. The sounds of feverish smacking, Dennis’ moaning, and Carl’s grunting echoed across the bedroom walls, as the pounding of a muscle daddy continued for a few more minutes. Finally, this produced the desired results as Dennis’ mind went all white with all the new sensations this was producing in his inexperienced and once straight dad body.

“JESUS CHRIST MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” he screamed as suddenly the dam broke and wave after intense wave of pleasure flooded his entire body as he felt like he experienced multiple orgasms. His hard cock which had been flapping along painfully cascaded streams of his white musky seed across his hairy chest. As on cue, Carl too orgasmed, filling the condom inside Dennis’ ass with his warm virile seed.

After ten long minutes of orgasmic pulsations and Carl having collapsed on top of Dennis’ large hairy body, the sweat glistening off each others’ bodies as Carl tiredly slid himself upwards. After their lips reconnected once again, Carl rolled himself to the side and found himself resting on one of Dennis’ meaty biceps while nestling his face into the its bushy armpit. The hair was wet from perspiration and reeked of the muscle daddy’s musk, but he enjoyed its embrace nonetheless as it belonged to his muscle daddy. The lovers then lay there for what seemed like forever, cuddling and basking in the moment that had defined their love and relationship with each other forever. Dennis finally broke the peaceful silence.

“That was the most amazing fucking thing I have EVER experienced! I never knew, I mean this was… god… I don’t have the words.”

“I thought this might open your eyes to what you have been missing all these years. Now daddy, next time it’s my turn to ride that stick of yours. When in doubt, just copy what I did, trust me I will love it. I’m not letting you hog all the fun!” Carl smiled.

Dennis rolled over and looked Carl in the eyes and then leaned in and kissed him long and hard.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” smiled Dennis with a devious grin that looked like the Cheshire cat. He tugged at his fat member a few times and watched it spring to life once again. “I’m ready for round two!”

“Whoa. Sure about that old man? Don’t want to break any of your bones, now do we?” Carl teased, while playing with the chest hair of his lover.

“Well lover, I may have the body of a 42-years old muscle daddy, but inside, trust me, I’m as horny as a 20-years old college kid!”

They both chuckled at their bantering before they began to explore each other’s bodies again. And for the first time since the body swap with his father, Dennis wholeheartedly accepted that this new body and life of his… were his and only his to live.

The End

(Hope you like my answer, even though it might not have gone in the same direction you described in your ask...) 

"Oh shit! I can explain son... I mean Sean! It's not what it looks like! We were just... we..." you watched on as your best friend Sean's dad stood next to you in your body and anxiously tried to talk his way out of this. Meanwhile you just stood there awkwardly trying to cover your muscular mature body with your big hands.

"Oh, don't bulshit me dad. I know very well what's going on." He paused and looked you both up and down. " You guys just switched bodies again haven't you?"

"Wh-what? How... how did you know?" Sean's dad asked, dumbfounded by the fact that his son somehow managed to come to that conclusion.

"Pfft. You seriously don't think I could recognize and differentiate my own dad from my best friend? For God's sake, I even caught him playing on my PS5 a few times." Sean curled his eyebrows and nodded towards you. That caused his dad to turn towards you and glare at you scornfully.

"I mean... I'm not the best at acting you know..." you smiled at him awkwardly with his own bearded grin. He could only roll his eyes at you before deeply sighing.

"Aaanywho, I promise I won't tell anyone... as long as you let be a part of this." your friend said resolutely. You could tell he had decided that for a long time now.

"Son... I'm sorry, but you can't. It wouldn't work." His dad answered disapprovingly and begun pulling on the rest of your clothes.

"What do you mean you can't? You guys switch all the time! You're just saying that because you don't want to let me in the fun, isn't it?" He said angrily and crossed his arms defiantly.

"No, it's not... let me explain." His dad sighed once again before having us all sit down so he could explain everything. He showed Sean the amulet, explained where we found it, how it worked, how many times we've used it, and even explaining that physical contact was necessary between the switchers.

"... and that's why we can't include you. Because we're stuck in our new bodies for at least 24 hours before we can switch again. You see?" Sean's dad in your old body finally concluded his summary. He gave his son some time to process all the information given, before he turned to you and rolled his eyes at the sight of what you were doing.

"Right?!" He slapped you on your meaty arm as you had obviously not been paying attention and instead been playing with your chest hair the whole time.

"Huh? Oh, yeah that's right!" You reacted and gave them both another toothy smile.

"Well, I still want to be a part of this!" Sean said, still standing by his decision even though he was fully caught up to the situation.

"Son... I've told you-"

"I have an idea." You suddenly exclaimed, causing both of them to turn to you with a surprised look on their faces.

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"Daaamn! This feels good..." Sean whistled as he squeezed his big meaty arms and did all kinds of weird poses in front of you. "Can't believe you managed to convince your dad to switch bodies with me. Why would he even wanna be a pimpled and scrawny college kid like me?"

"Well, let's just say I convinced him about the perks of being young and free again..." You relaxed on the couch behind him and watched as your best friend spun around with your dad's beefy body. " ...just like how I convinced your dad too." A sly smile crept upon your handsome face.

"Oh yeah?" You watched your best friend turn around and began walking seductively towards you. The floorboard creaking slightly under his new heavy weight as he pulled off the dirty shirt your dad had hastily decided to put on before Sean came in. "You're a little devil aren't you? Pretending to be dumb and useless when you are in fact the one that planned all of this..."

You couldn't help but lick your lips at the sight your burly shirtless dad affectionately calling you by your nickname. Standing in front of you, he gave you a flex before slowly straddling himself on top of you. Your thick furry legs pressed against each other as he put his large hands on your shoulders. You looked up at him, your lust-filled eyes met, and the world grew still. Before either of you knew it, your best friend had your dad's beefy arms around your neck, your lips crushed into each other's, and your beards scratching sensually against your cheeks.

You let the moment last for a few seconds before pushing him away, but still close enough so you could enjoy the smell and taste your dad's mouths. You watched as he looked at you still dazed by the moment and stunned by your push.

"Not here... babe..." You told him breathlessly, the warmth of your breaths fully heating up the empty space between you two. "Our dads could still be around y'know."

He gave you a puzzled look before an unfamiliar wide grin formed on his borrowed mature face.

"So what?" He grinned before once again throwing himself onto you. He leaned forward and began sucking on your thick neck.

"Uhm... they'll switch us back and never let us to switch with them again?" You answered, trying your best at not moaning too loudly or think about the fact that you were about to get hickeys by your own burly dad.

"And how would they do that...?" Your best friend chuckled while he kept sniffing and licking your thick neck. It took you a few seconds before you realized what he insinuated with that sentence.

"Sean... what did you do...?" You asked him as if scolding him for something bad he had done.

"Nuh uh uh. I'm not Sean anymore... My name's Carl, your dad's name." He breathed his hot words into your ear, as you suddenly felt one of his large hands begin caressing the growing bulge on your shorts. "Let's just say I might have flushed the amulet down the toilet when I marveled at your dad's hot body in the bathroom..."

"Uuugh..." was all you could utter as he suddenly slipped your dad's rugged hands down your pants and began tugging at your thick and hardening cock. You threw your head back and lost yourself completely in the moment, as this new body of yours was way more sensitive than what one would expect from a strong muscular man like that.

"What's wrong... Thomas?" He just called you by his dad's name. Well, this body's name... now your name. You felt the heat collecting in your groin and you were about to blow any second now. "Loss for words are you? Well, consider this my punishment for you... for keeping your body-switching shenanigans a secret from me for two whole months..." With that said he bit you hard on the neck, and leaving a clearly visibly mark there.

"Now, my dad's hot body and you... are mine forever!" He proudly proclaimed, as your eyes literally roll into your head and you exploded all over your pants, your shirt and even onto your own dad's naked muscular chest. You could only lie there dazed and exhausted as your best friend/dad/lover, licked the cum from his own furry chest and gave you sloppy kisses on your drooling lips...

I have been a flight attendant for a while, and a woman for a lot longer, I used to be a personal trainer, a very good one, I liked helping people. One day this man came, he wanted to be the bigger stronger man, I was willing to help him but he hated the work, he wanted some magic potion that would make him instantly bigger, so he went out and got it, in a span of two days he was bigger than me. The potion transformed his body but since strength comes from within he still couldn’t beat me so he went out to get a potion that would, and this is how I became this petite blonde woman, the potion also made me slowly forget most of my former life.

It took me a while to get back on my feet but I did. I dedicated myself to learn about potions and I eventually got very good at it, I wasn’t going to let this guy get away with what he did, I’m not normally a person who’s driven by vengeance, but he has hurt other people too and that I couldn’t allow, and today’s the day he’ll pay for what he did.

Part two of Frank's story. Part one found here

I stepped into The Rusty Nail just after ten, the bar’s low lights wrapping around me like an old friend. Frank’s body moved with that easy, heavy confidence I was still getting used to. Broad shoulders rolling, belly leading the way, thick thighs rubbing together in the tight jeans. Underneath it all, the cum-soaked wrestling singlet clung to my stolen skin like a filthy secret, the spandex still tacky and warm from my load, every step making it squelch softly against my heavy balls and the thick shaft that kept half-hard just from the constant rub. The place was half-full, mostly blue-collar guys nursing pitchers after long shifts. I scanned the room and my new heart stuttered when I spotted him. Thomas. An old coworker of mine who left our job about 5 months ago.

He was even bigger than I remembered: 350lbs of soft, lonely fat, pale skin stretched tight over a massive gut that rested on his thighs, heavy tits straining the front of a faded black hoodie, thick thighs spilling over the barstool, and a round, bearded face that looked equal parts tired and hopeful under the neon glow. His eyes were downcast, swishing a cheap whiskey, one meaty hand wrapped around the glass like it was the only thing keeping him company. Perfect. I sauntered over, letting Frank’s deep voice rumble out low and friendly.

“Hey there, big guy. That seat taken?” Thomas looked up, startled, then did a slow double take at the burly, bearded construction body I was wearing. His cheeks flushed under the beard.

“Uh… no, man. All yours.” I slid onto the stool beside him, Frank’s belly brushing the bar edge, and ordered two beers. We started easy; small talk about the game on the TV, the weather, how the city was going to shit. But I could feel his eyes on me, flicking over my chest hair peeking from the open buttons, the way the black shirt stretched across my shoulders, the faint blue outline of the singlet underneath when I shifted. I let my knee press against his thick thigh under the bar, casual at first, then deliberate.

“You look like you could use some real company tonight,” I said, voice dropping to Frank’s gravelly register. “Not just the cheap stuff in that glass.” Thomas laughed, nervous, but his eyes lit up.

“Yeah? You offering, stranger?” I leaned in closer, letting him smell Frank’s natural musk mixed with the faint, sweet scent of leftover oil and dried cum seeping through the singlet.

“Name’s Frank. Live a couple blocks over. But… I ain’t exactly who you think I am.” His brow furrowed. I grinned behind the beard and dropped my voice even lower, letting a hint of my own familiar cadence bleed through, the one he’d recognize. “It’s me, Tommy. Alex, from Curt & Russel.” His eyes went wide. The whiskey glass nearly slipped from his fingers.

“No fucking way…”I reached over, placed Frank’s big, calloused hand on his knee, and squeezed.

“Way. Found something real. Magic oil. Poured it all over my soft ass last night, slid head-first into my neighbor’s hole while he was out cold. Now I’m him. Every inch. Feel this?” I guided his hand under the table, letting him palm the thick, half-hard bulge straining the jeans—and the unmistakable slick, spandex-covered shape beneath. “That’s his cock. My cock now. And under the clothes? His kid’s wrestling singlet. Soaked in my load. Still warm.” Thomas’s breath hitched, his massive chest rising fast. I could see the front of his hoodie tenting already.

“Jesus Christ, Alex… you actually did it. You’re… you’re wearing him like a fucking suit.” I nodded, slow and filthy, letting Frank’s beard brush his ear as I whispered every detail. Thomas was panting by the time I finished, his free hand discreetly adjusting the massive hard on trapped under his gut. Then the idea hit me. I pulled back just enough to look him dead in the eye, my stolen cock twitching at the thought.

“You’re still lonely, aren’t you? Wishing you could wear something young and tight and strong instead of… this.” I let my eyes drag over his huge, soft body with zero shame. I loved every pound of it, and I knew he did too in that twisted way we both got off on. Thomas swallowed hard.

“Every damn night.”I squeezed his knee again.

“I can help. Frank’s got a son. Jake. Eighteen. Lean, muscular wrestler. Comes back from a tournament tomorrow night. Tight ass, strong legs, smooth chest, cock that’s probably never been properly used. You slide into him the same way I did. Live in that jock. I’ll hold him down for you. We’ll make it slow. Filthy. You’ll feel every inch of his guts hugging you like a glove while I watch.”

His eyes were glassy with lust. “You’re serious.”

“Dead serious. I’ve still got the oil at Frank’s place. Brewed a fresh batch this morning just in case. He walks in the door tired from the meet, I offer him a ‘welcome home’ beer, same knockout stuff I used on his dad. You wait in the basement, oiled and ready. When he’s out, I strip him, lube his hole, you slide in. Then we both walk around in our new skins.”

Thomas was breathing like he’d run a mile. “Fuck… yes. God, yes. I want it. I want to feel what it’s like to be… tight. Strong. To have a body that turns heads instead of getting pitied.”

We spent the next hour at the bar hammering out the plan in hushed, dirty detail. I described Jake to him, 5'10, 185lbs of pure lean muscle, short brown hair, smooth skin, an ass like two firm melons from all the squats, a cock that I’d seen once by accident in the backyard (thick, cut, swinging heavy even soft). We decided I’d text him the second Jake pulled into the driveway. By the time we left the bar, my new cock was aching and Thomas was walking funny from how hard he was. I clapped him on his massive shoulder with Frank’s strong hand.

“Tomorrow night, Tommy. You’re gonna be so fucking beautiful inside that boy.” He grinned, shaky and hungry. I went home and jerked off twice more in the singlet just thinking about it, then crashed in Frank’s big bed, belly rising and falling under the sheets, already imagining the sounds Thomas would make when he finally got to stretch and fill and settle.

The next evening came slowly.Jake’s truck rumbled into the driveway right on schedule, just after eight. I was waiting on the porch in Frank’s body, a cold beer already in each hand.

“Hey, champ! Tough weekend?” He looked beat. Hair messy, duffel bag slung over one broad shoulder, wrestling hoodie clinging to his lean torso, gym shorts showing off those powerful legs.

“Yeah, Dad. Took second in my weight class, though. You shoulda seen the final match.”

I pulled him into a big, burly hug, letting him feel the solid weight of his father’s chest against him.

“Proud of you. Come on in, I decided you're ready for your first beer with your old man."

"For real?" Jasked, almost suspiciously. But he was too young and eager to get a drink to object. Jake took the beer, and chugged half of it in the kitchen while I made small talk about the tournament. The knockout powder worked fast on his young system. By the time we hit the living room he was swaying, eyes glassy.

“Dad… feel weird…”I caught him as his knees buckled, easing that tight wrestler body down onto the couch.

“Easy, son. Just relax.” Thomas was already coming up from the basement, completely naked, his enormous fat body glistening head-to-toe in thick golden oil. He looked obscene and gorgeous. Huge belly swaying, heavy tits bouncing, thick cock jutting out like a beer can, dripping pre and oil in long strings. His eyes locked on Jake’s unconscious form and he let out a low, needy groan.I stripped Jake fast, revealing the smooth, muscled eighteen-year-old underneath. Tight abs, hairless chest, a soft but thick cock nestled against heavy balls, and that perfect, pink hole winking between two firm glutes. I poured the rest of the oil straight down his crack, rubbing it in with Frank’s thick fingers until everything shone. Then I grabbed Jake’s wrists, pinning them above his head with one strong hand while I used my knee to spread his legs wide.

“He’s all yours, Tommy. Take your time. I want to watch every inch disappear into my boy.”

Thomas knelt between those spread thighs, oil-slick body trembling with anticipation. He pressed the fat, leaking head of his cock against Jake’s oiled hole and pushed. The stretch was immediate and filthy. Jake’s ring bloomed open around the massive girth, a long, wet squelch echoing as the first three inches sank inside. Thomas moaned loud, his huge belly resting on the boy’s abs as he fed more of himself in.

“Oh my god… so tight…” I watched, cock throbbing in my jeans, as Thomas’s thick shaft disappeared inch by slow, bulging inch. The outline of his cock was visible under Jake’s smooth skin, sliding deeper, pressing against the boy’s prostate until Jake’s soft dick twitched and started to harden against his own belly. Thomas kept going, his heavy balls popping through the stretched ring one after the other with wet, vulgar pops. Then his hips—his fat, soft ass—followed, the boy’s hole gaping and fluttering around the invasion until Thomas’s massive gut started to compress and slide inside.The bulge was grotesque and beautiful: Jake’s lean abs distending outward around Thomas’s enormous belly, the shape of it pushing up under the skin before smoothing out as more of the fat man fed in. Thomas’s heavy tits dragged along the boy’s chest as he sank deeper, nipples hard, breath coming in ragged gasps. I held Jake down tighter, feeling the boy’s body twitch and clench around my friend’s slow, relentless takeover.

“Fuck, Alex… he’s swallowing me… every heavy inch…” Thomas groaned in that familiar voice, now raw with lust. His shoulders popped through next, stretching Jake’s hole to its absolute limit, golden oil and pre and ass-juice slicking everything in a shiny mess. Finally his head, eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy as the last of him slid home with a long, sucking slurp. All that remained were Tommy's legs as they got greedily slurped up.Jake’s hole closed tight around nothing, pink and glistening. It was like Jake was pregnant, a rotund figure squirming in his stomach, slowly spreading out across the remainder of his body.

I could make out the outlines of Tommy's arms as they fumbled aroudn in the darkness, finally finding their way into Jake's and taking place. His legs did the same, as he was putting on Jake like a pair of pants. Jake's stomach began to deflate as Tommy settled in. I could even see his pathetic little cock trying to find its way into its new shaft. I rubbed it a bit, making Thomas squirm, before helping guide his balls and cock into place. Jake's grew to its full 6 inches, red and glistening as they locked into place. Finally I could see Thomas's head pushing through Jake's neck, a bulbous figure which finally found its way to Jake's scalp.

Thomas flexed inside the new skin, and Jake’s body answered perfectly. The boy’s eyes opened, now burning with Thomas’s hungry gaze. He looked down at the lean, muscled chest, ran smooth, strong hands over tight abs, squeezed the thick, hard cock that was now his. “Holy… shit…” It was Jake’s voice, but the words, the groan, the filthy little laugh—that was all Thomas. “I’m him. I’m Jake!”

I released the wrists, grinning behind Frank’s beard as the new Jake sat up, flexing those wrestler arms, admiring the way the young body moved—light, powerful, every muscle responding instantly. The contrast was insane: my burly, belly-heavy Frank suit next to this tight, smooth eighteen-year-old skin suit that used to belong to my “son.” Thomas-in-Jake stood up on shaky new legs, cock still leaking, and pulled meinto a deep, hungry kiss. “Thank you,” he whispered against my beard, voice cracking with the boy’s timbre. “Now what.... dad?”I squeezed his firm ass with one big hand, feeling the oil-slick residue still inside. “Now we go upstairs. You put on that fresh singlet I saw in his room. We both get dressed like nothing happened. And then… we hit the town".

Enrique arrived home from work sooner than expected, so his roommate, Ben, didn’t think to tell his boyfriend, Hank, to come over so early. To Enrique’s surprise, in addition to the surprise of finding their apartment door wide open and R&B music blaring from behind his Ben’s door, his roommate’s boy toy was perched on his bed, anxiously awaiting Ben to get home to try out a bit of role play.

His eyes were blindfolded and he was perched with his ass in the air, his asshole exposed thanks to his jockstrap. A fun idea popped into Enrique’s mind… yeah, why not? He hadn’t pulled a trick like this since at least his junior year in college—a good 4 years ago—and he was sure he wouldn’t come across another opportunity like this in a long time. He should act quick, before Ben comes home.

Enrique raced into his room as quietly as he could and completely disrobed. He rushed into his bathroom, grabbing his giant bottle of body oil—the one he kept around specifically for events such as this—and stood in his shower to completely drench himself in it. He rubbed it all over, making sure he was good and slick in all areas of his body before he went to work. He took one look at his nude, oily self in the mirror one last time and quickly but quietly made his way to Ben’s room.

He wasted no time. Enrique immediately squeezed Hank’s juicy ass, kneading his muscles and tenderizing his entry. Hank jolted a little, surprised by the touch, but immediately thought it was Ben.

“What took you so long, stud?” Hank moaned and a grin.

Enrique didn’t respond. He immediately went to work, putting two fingers against Hank’s hole, making him pulse and grind against his touch. Enrique rubbed two oily fingers around his hole, eventually plunging them in with a pleasured gasp from Hank. He continued rubbing his fingers in and around Hank’s hole, relaxing the muscles around it and coaxing it wider. Eventually, he brought his other hand into the mix and started pleasuring Hank’s hole with two hands, rubbing in and around his pleasure areas and coaxing his hole ever wider. Seeing Hank’s hole good and relaxed, Enrique then knelt, bringing his face between Hank’s cheeks and started doing the same with his tongue, plunging in and out, swirling around the tender rim of his rosebud.

“Fuuuckk, babe, you’ve never done it this good—Ooohh..” Hank moaned/gasped between writhing fits.

Enrique almost chuckled to himself. He has no idea! Better get this show on the road before Ben comes home, though. Mere seconds after Hank praised his work, Enrique plunged his slick, oiled head inside Hank’s ass, causing Hank to call out in combined pleasure and pain. His facial features stretched out and he could feel the pressure of Hank’s body compressing him as he entered, but he could soon feel Hank’s hole constrict around his neck and then expand again around his shoulders. Enrique could hear Hank’s intense but muffled pleasured/pained groans and feel their vibrations inside Hank’s guts as he excitedly wriggled his way in. His entire torso was now inside Hank as he felt his hole expand again to fit Enrique’s round ass and sizable cock and balls, which was now engorged due to the orgasmic process of entering Hank. The upper part of his lower body finally slurped up into Hank, and his hole began to constrict for the last time as Enrique’s oiled up, thick legs were swallowed by Hank’s tightening hole. Hank’s groans became distant as his consciousness slipped into the back of his mind as Enrique slowly began to take over. The last of Enrique, his large feet, slipped into Hank with a wet, slurping, squelch and residual drops of oil from Enrique dribbled out of Hank’s hole and onto the bedding. Hank’s body twitched, swelled, and bulged all over as Enrique began to position himself inside of Hank. Legs slipped inside of legs, arms slipped inside of arms, cocks sheathed inside of cocks, and finally, a large lump formed in Hank’s throat, working its way up into his head, and finally popped up into Hank’s head, his eyes bolting open and taking huge, gasping breaths.

“Woooo!! Holy fuckin’ shit!” Enrique panted in Hank’s Californian accent, feeling his body pulse and throb all over as it settled into its smaller but beefier frame. He knealt up on the bed and pulled his mask up to get a good look at himself. Enrique had seen Hank around the house several times, but never this bare and never this close! He rubbed his hands up and down his abs, squeezed his pecs, flexed his python arms, and worshipped himself all over. He could see and feel his new, thicker cock pressing hard against the fabric of the jockstrap, and he freed it to get a good look. It slapped wetly against his lower abs, slick with pre and throbbing red. He stroked its length and wrapped a hand around it and started to pump it when he heard the front door open and close, hearing the lock bolt into place. ‘Shit, Ben’s back!’ he thought as he quickly put the mask back into place and assumed the position he had found Hank in.

Enrique heard the door swing open and Ben spoke up in his sexy, gruff baritone, “Well well well, look what we have here…” Enrique grinned and arched his back more, accentuating his new ass and exposing his eager hole more for Ben. He heard Ben’s clothing fall to the floor and felt his hands grab his ass and a finger run along his hole, feeling the oil left over. “Damn, you really prepared for this, didn’t you? All lubed up and everything…” Enrique responded simply by pushing his ass back against Ben’s finger, urging it to plunge deeper. “Alright then, slut, I won’t waste anymore time.” Ben purred in a teasing voice as Enrique felt Ben’s spongy, engorged cock head press up against his oily hole.

Ben slid in effortlessly and Hank’s hole was once again stretched widely as Ben’s girthy member squeezed into its warm confines. Enrique let out a huge moan as he felt the ecstatic rush burn through his body, and he squeezed the muscles around his hole to tighten around Ben’s cock as it began to slide back and forth through his guts. Ben varied his thrusts with intensity, and Enrique made sure to be as vocal as possible to urge Ben to keep giving it to him harder. Ben spun Hank around on his dick so that he was facing him, Hank’s legs straddling his torso, and Enrique threw off his mask to get a good look at his roommate as he pounded away in his hole, something Enrique is certain would never happen under normal circumstances. They gave panting grins to one another and Ben went down to lock lips with Enrique, still thrusting into his tight hole. With a few more pumps, Ben seized up and Enrique could feel Ben’s cock enlarge, pulse, and vibrate as warm jizz flooded his guts while Ben threw his head back in a loud moan.

Ben collapsed onto the bed with Enrique and the two writhed around on the bed swapping tongues and making out. Ben rolled onto his back and stretched.

“It’s been a hell of a day, babe. Mind if I crash for a few minutes?”

“Take as long as you need, stud,” Enrique answered in Hank’s voice. The two exchanged one last kiss and Ben lolled his head to the side and closed his eyes. Within a minute, Ben was knocked out. Enrique slid out from under him and decided that this would be a good time to “abandon ship,” so to speak.

He snuck back into his own room in Hank’s body and stood on top of the bed and bent down into a squatting position. This was always an awkward moment in the process, he knew, but one that eventually had to be done. He tightened the muscles in his neck, chest, and abs, and began to push.

After a few straining grunts, the only things to come out were some residual oil and copious volumes of Ben’s cum. Then, he began to moan louder as he felt pressure build in his ass. Suddenly, Enrique’s feet popped out, and the rest of his legs slid out after a short time. Hank’s eyes were rolled back, still squatting and straining as Enrique’s waist slid out, followed by his abs, and then his arms, and then his chest, and finally his shoulders. Hank’s body fell forward on its face, landing ass-up on the bed as Enrique pressed his hands against Hank’s ample thighs to support himself as he attempted to pull his head free. After some pulling, Enrique’s head finally popped out and he took in several heaving gasps of air.

Enrique wiped the juices, oil, and mucus from his eyes as he watched Hank slump forward more, passing out from the experience. ‘Better put him back where he belongs,’ Enrique thought as he scooped a slick arm under Hank’s armpits.

He dragged Hank back across the hall into Ben’s bedroom, his heavy, muscular frame making the task somewhat more difficult. When he arrived, he let Hank tumble to the ground as he stood back upright to catch his breath. As he did, he looked over panting and saw Ben laying on the bed, snoozing deeply and exposed to anyone who entered.

Enrique had to admit, Ben’s body looked damn inviting sprawled out across his bed like that. He’d always had a thing for his roommate and had finally gotten the opportunity to be impaled by his horse cock, but he wondered for a moment what it would be like to be Ben. He now knew what it was like to be fucked by Ben, but he wondered what it was like fucking as Ben. He looked down at himself. He was still covered in Hank’s juices and oil from before, not to mention his body was now used to the transition so it would be a quick process… Fuck it, why not? Today seemed to be a day of ‘Fuck it, why not’s.

Enrique stepped over Hank’s limp, unconscious body and walked over to the side of Ben’s bed. ‘Where to go, where to go…’ he pondered to himself as he looked over Ben, determining the best entry point for taking Ben for a ride. He knew just where to go, an entry point he hadn’t used since his college days, when everyone was experimenting and open for all kinds of weird experiences.

He threw back the covers from Ben’s waist and leaned over his dick. He gingerly stuck a tongue out and licked the tip a little bit, just to get the blood flowing. He continued licking/tickling Ben’s mushroom tip until his cock was fully hard. Ben was grinning, moaning, and writhing in ecstasy on the bed, obviously thrilled with whatever this was doing for him in the dream he was having. Enrique smiled up at him and braced himself for entry.

He held onto the rigid cock and pressed his nose up against Ben’s cock slit, and it began widening and sucking Ben down, as if it had a mind of its own and aided by Enrique’s soaked, slick, slimy body. Ben’s cock stretched impossibly longer and wider, his cock slit opening and slurping down Enrique’s head. Like a fleshy snake come alive, it lurched forward and eagerly sucked Enrique into Ben’s body, his slick torso and lower body making easy work of the process. As he neared the lower end of his body, Ben’s cock began to recede back to its standard, yet still massive size, still gulping down Enrique’s legs and feet. Finally, the last of Enrique slid inside, as a combination of Hank’s bodily fluids, Enrique’s oil, and Ben’s pre came dribbling out of his cock slit in a tiny river.

Ben’s body went through small convulsions and vibrations, as it swelled and bulged while Enrique made himself comfortable, until he shot up and opened his eyes. Enrique let out a big stretch and moaned, absolutley stoked to be occupying the body of his handsome stud of a roommate.

Before he could have a chance to fully admire himself, Hank groaned and sat up, looking around confusingly and wondering why he was on the floor. Enrique swung his meaty legs off the side of the bed and stood up, his stiff cock bouncing, hovering in front of him. Hank noticed his boyfriend towering over him and grinned.

Enrique looked down at him with a smile, “Ready for round two, big boy?”

‘Round two?’ Hank thought but didn’t have much time to process it as Enrique lurched his cock towards his face, which Hank eagerly swallowed.

Hank sucked like a pro and Enrique took both sides of Hank’s head with Ben’s hands and began to skull-fuck him. Hank reciprocated it and reached around to finger Ben’s tight, warm hole.

When you're a pair wandering ghosts for hundreds of years, you tend to get a little bit bored of the same old same old.

Isn't that why we, as civilized and horny individuals, invented the concept of roleplay? Is it not a desire to play and induce a more spicy dimension to sex? And folks roleplay lots of scenarios that usually involve their mundane life. Playing doctor or acting as a corporate boss doing dirty stuff with their subordinates...

It was why my dearly departed and I roleplay this specific scenario: body possession. But, we mix it with a little bit of our own, actual possession.

During our regular searches for a host, we found this guy just hanging around the gym and decided to make him our next little project for the month.

He was an older man taking a selfie in the gym. Nice musculature but an attractive amount of aged fat that gave him a cute appearance. The treasure trail on his stomach was certainly a treasure in my eye. We didn't know his name, his status, or even his age; but still we craved him like nothing else.

I went first, as usual. "Nrgh...! The hell?!" The man cried out as my ghost essence began to slide into dad-bod flesh. "Ahh, s-someone... help!" Luckily the locker room was deserted as was most of the building. The man could do nothing but pant and moan like a whore as I fully took him over.

My vision refocused from the black void that came from diving into a man. My first sight was this reflection I stole. As eager as a schoolboy in a candy story, I stepped closer to the mirror and planted a deep kiss to my reflection. Yeah, this'd be a nice host for my husband and me.

I dug into the guy's wallet and pulled out his info. Charles Wallace. His address was xxx at !&*( Street. Nice.

"Hey, you done?" my husband asked. I could see his shimmering form in the corner, muted due to having the eyes of a mortal for the time being. I shook my head as I pulled out the car keys from Charles' locker.

"Just a second, darling. Let's get home first." Those first few minutes inside another man were unremarkable, but I enjoyed them. It felt nice doing the mundane as someone else. Seeing everyone look at you while wearing another brought about a certain thrill in me, like not wearing underwear beneath your pants. Seeing a few heads turn as I walked by definitely helped, too.

And the first thing I did when I got home was start flexing. I couldn't help it, could you? I just adored seeing muscle under my control, almost as much as I enjoyed said muscle moving without it.

But it seems like my husband began to grow more and more impatient. "Move on over, stud. It's my turn to drive!" he cried out before diving into my mouth, agape in a gasp.

As the last of my husband finishing slipping inside, I could feel the intensity of flesh multiply. Three souls now occupied this body, though Charles' was unconscious, and the constricting tightness made me reach an ecstasy that no rope could help me reach.

"N-No, this is my body...!" I called out, trying to hide my erection as I stared at Charles' reflection. My legs rubbed up against each other as I tried to stand while trembling with pleasure. I kept trembling as I allowed my husband to fill each of Charles' heavy limbs. Even though I could no longer move them, I could still feel the goosebumps and chills.

Finally, Charles' body straightened as he let out a low moan. His eyes opened and my husband smirked at his own reflection. "Ahhh, niceeee. Always love taking the big dumb straight ones." We had no idea if Charles was even straight or not, but that didn't matter. The story was already forming.

I took control back. Charles' face immediately turned into a grimaced as I begged to his reflection. "Get out of me, p-please!" I moaned as I felt my cock get even harder in these shorts. Already, my husband was shaking his hips to slide them off. "Ahh, what're you doing?! Pervert, don't!"

The smirk returned. "Hey now, I'm just trying to have good time like anyone else, my guy. Don't take it personally." He slapped one of Charles' pecs. "If anything, it's your fault for having such a nice, sexy body. I couldn't help it, really." His bit his bottom lip as he began twerking one of Charles' pecs, and I nearly lost it right then and there. I swear I could've cummed five times over just feeling that.

"P-Please, d-don't make do these erotic things. I-I'm a straight guy, I-I don't get aroused like this!"

"Straight?" My husband taunted back, guffawing as he performed a double-bicep flex. "With these babies? Hell no, that'd be a crime!"

The shorts came off, then the underwear; a pair of boring boxers that we'd have to upgrade to jock-straps later on; and soon enough my husband was jerking off this cock like a pro while playing with our sensitive chest. My very soul writhed in pleasure, so much so that I could barely even pretend to put up resistance.

"C'mon, is that all you can do!" My husband said, glaring at his reflection. "Don't even mind another dude is jerking off this fat cock?"

Instead of protest and horror like I wanted, I could only manage a tired groan as I panted. Forget the beast with two backs, we were a beast with two cocks. "N-No more... I-I'm... I'm going fucking crazy..." I was hardly roleplaying right now, my vision growing hazy as we explored this body. "I-I'm... I'm... oh god, I'm fucking cumming!"

We painted the mirror white with out thick loads. Then, Charles' body began to tremble as I lost focus. Slowly, my ghostly essence slipped from his mouth as I became ejaculated from his body as well. "Oh, damn. Didn't think it was that good for you," my husband said, chuckling as he saw my embarrassed form. "C'mon in, we got about a month of this to enjoy."

I slipped back inside and instantly felt our cock grow hard again. Twice the ghost twice the arousal. We took a deep breath to relax so I could get back into character. "Ohhh... you fucked up asshole," I hissed, voice barely above a whisper.

"Oh, for me? You shouldn't have, Charles." My husband said. He knelt down and began to lick the trailing cum from the glass while I protested.

"Fuck, no no!" I cried out from the inside. "Stop making me do all this gay shit! I can't... I can't take it anymore!"

"Sorry to disappoint you," my husband said, licking his lips to get the last of the delicious cum. "We're gonna a couple much-needed loads up this ass, next. By the time I'm done with you you're gonna be begging for me to never leave."

"N-No, please. Anything but that...!" I breathed out, moaning. The rest of the month was spent with me protesting in Charles' mind as my husband cruised around like a chaotic slut, having this body groped, fucked, and exploited in ways neither of us could've ever thought possible.

Hey ya’ll, I’ve been thinking a lot lately and I want to focus on a series of stories with a similar premise to start off with. The idea comes from a favorite story of mine, Enrique’s Antics.

This series would focus on a passed along oil recipe which allows the user to slip into another person, taking them over like a skin suit. Out of all possession methods, this is the one which excites me the most, and I want to explore it as an anthology. For now, I would like to introduce the first one of these, Daryl’s story.

Chance:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I pound his dick while letting out loud manly moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh shit!”

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

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

"Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason read the text over and over. "What a fucking douche" he thought, teeth clenched, as he gripped his phone.

Two weeks ago Jason had built up the courage to talk to his beefy gym crush, Carson. Jason wasn't the biggest dude. His 5'8 frame and 155lb stature wasn't anything to brag about, but he had gotten to a lean athletic build that he worked on for months. He thought, atleast, Carson would hold a conversation with him now that he was kinda lean.

And he did. Carson nodded at Jason as he walked up, Jason quivering as he asked the big guy if he had any diet tips.

The two hit it off, or at least that's what Jason thought. "Hey I gotta get back to my set bro, but what say we keep chatting later? You free tomorrow morning?" Carson's deep voice put Jason into a horny stupor. He repeated his question which brought Jason back to earth.

Later that night...

Jason sat up in bed, rubbing his b*ner, as he thought about Carson's thick biceps and pillowy pecs. "I can't believe he fucking TALKED to me!" Jason squealed as he tweaked his nipples, imagining Carson wrap his arms around him, the smell of his musky armpits wafting into his nose. He barely remembered anything that the big jock actually said, but he couldn't care less. Jason drifted off as his fantasy turned into a dream.

The next morning at the gym...

"And that's all there is to it bro. Track the macros, eat a ton of protein, and don't stop bulking for a year. Then you'll get a belly like mine heh." Carson gave his protruding stomach a slap as Jason winced while he watched the strong mass jiggle.

"W-wow uh yeah I'd love that..." Jason managed to get whimper out. "I-I mean... yeah! I'll definitely do that! M-m-maybe you could also show me some exercise tips?"

"Hah sure little guy we can have a first sesh. On the house." Carson got off the bench he was sitting on and nudged (pushed) Jason down. "Let's see what you got baby. Bench presses first.

Jason then worked his ass off the entire morning to try to impress his crush. Every once in a while, he'd notice Carson looking off across distance, obviously eyeing a big bear slightly older than him. Carson would eventually get back to Jason, but the lean man knew something was up

Later that night...

"What the hell should I text him? 'Thanks for hanging with me earlier big guy wanna date?' 'You're super cute wanna cuddle?'" Jason lied in bed anxiety-ridden.

He saw a text come in instead.

Carson: "Sup Jason how ya doing?"

Carson: "Muscles aching yet? Srry if it was too much for ya."

Jason flinched for a second before typing back. "Oh sup Carson. Yeahhhh haha kinda hurts."

He waited for a second before sending another text.

Jason: "oh and thanks for the session today dude I appreciate it"

Carson: "yea bro anytime. Need more good looking guys like you getting big"

Jason blushed as his boner came in. "Should I just ask him out?" he thought. "Fuck it."

Jason: "Yeah! I'd love to keep doing this with you man. You're super hot. Honestly could be fun to date if you're down."

Jason put down his phone in fear. He felt a vibrate and slowly picked it up.

Carson: "Bro what lol"

Carson: "Shit sorry man didn't realize you felt like that."

Jason gripped his phone as he watched Carson type.

Carson: "Ur a nice guy man! Seriously. But ur just not my type. Like 'em beefier haha. Happy to train ya still if you're okay with that."

Jason felt his teeth clench. He stopped texting and threw it onto his night stand. "What a fucking douche," he thought. "Dude just saw me as another client. As a walking fucking money bag." Jason felt tears start to streak down his face.

The next morning at the gym...

Jason watched from a distance near the locker rooms as he saw Carson laughing with the muscular daddy bear he was eyeing yesterday. "He already fucking forgot about me" Jason muttered under his breath.

He squinted as he watched the two big men take their phones, possibly to exchange numbers. With a grin, Carson gives the man a hug before the two walk off in opposite directions.

"Oh shit he's coming this way!" Jason started to whistle as he the big bearded daddy strut past him to go into the locker room. Jason shuddered as he noticed the pure gargantuan size of the man. "Fuck... He's huge."

For some reason, Jason felt compelled to follow the bear. He hopped into the locker room and watched as the man posed in front of the mirror and took a selfie.

"He's probably sending that to Carson..." Jason thought.

Suddenly, the big guy turns around and sees Jason stalking him.

"What the fuck do you want twink? Been seeing you follow me around all morning."

Jason flinched from how direct the huge man was. "U-uh fuck I'm sorry man!" Jason wished his voice was more threatening.

"Answer the question: what the fuck do you want?" The bear came closer, ready to shove Jason. "Get the fuck outta my way!"

Jason felt his frail body smash into the wall, his back taking the full brace of the impact as his vision started to blur. He saw the big feet of the man step next to him before he blacked out.

...

...

In a snap, Jason felt his torso lurch up as he came back into consciousness. But something felt off. Jason looked down.

"WHAT THE FUCK!? Wh-why are my hands... BLUE?" Jason looked at his palms incredulously before glancing further down at his physical body slumped beneathe him. His blue ghostly form sticking out from the pelvis-up.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw the big bear standing around. "Fuck. Didn't realize he'd go flying." He heard the man say.

Jason got up with virtually no pain, seeing his ghostly ectoplasm oozing off his limbs as he leaves his physical form. He looked up at the big man, anger seething through his ephemeral form.

"Oh you're gonna fucking pay for that man! I don't care how big you are!" Jason yelled. The big man, completely unaware of Jason, just picked at his nose before kneeling down to check on his victim's pulse.

"Kid's still got a heart beat. He'll be fine." For a split second Jason felt some compassion come from the bear, which all shattered as he saw him spit at his corpse. "Fucking stalker. Better not be here when by the time I'm done showering."

Jason pounced at the man, attempting to claw at his big shoulders. The bear fell forward onto all fours before looking around in a panic. "What the fuck was that!?" he yelled into the empty locker room.

Looking down at the beefy bear with his ass up in the air, Jason had an idea. "If I'm a ghost, maybe I can..." Jason connected the dots in his head before acting out his plan.

The big man started to get up before he felt his body get pinned down by something that felt like a foot. "OooFFF" he groaned as the air left his lungs.

Jason had to work fast. He reached down and carefully attempted to grab the man's waistband. He felt a tactile sensation and grinned before pulling it down to expose the man's bulbous cheeks.

"AAHHH wh-what's going ON!?" the bear whimpered as he felt a cool air skim his cheeks.

Jason eyed as the sweaty, hairy, musky mounds jiggled before slowing to a stop. He'd never been this close to such a big *ss before, and it was causing Jason to get a huge ghost b*ner.

The bear started to panic as he felt a slimy, cold finger run down his tight crack. "A-ah f-fuck!" he moaned as the finger playfully pushed in and out.

Jason grabbed both of the bear's *ss cheeks and ripped them apart, exposing his surprisingly loose *sshole. He glanced down at the pulsating hole, questioning for a second if he was really going through with this.

"Hope that Casper movie wasn't bullshit! Coming through!!"

The bear winced as he felt something larger than a d*ck shove itself into his *sshole. "Ho-Holy SHITTT!!!!"

Jason gripped onto the bear's cheeks as he used them to push into the man's tight hole. Suddenly there was a "POP" and he realized he was in. "Fuck yes! Here I come big guy!!!" Jason yelled happily.

The bear looked around in a panic as he heard a familiar voice echo in his mind. His mind quickly turned to his physical sensations, though, as he felt slimey shoulder squeeze in. "OOOOF!" he groaned.

With a giddy smile on his face, Jason tunneled through the dark expanses of the bear's body. His arms and tight lean waist slipped in as the bear groaned uncontrollably.

The big guy mustered all his strength to turn his head, only to see blue lean legs and feet protruding out of his asshole, inching their way deeper and deeper in. "F-f-fucking HELL!" was all he could yell as the crammed sensations worked their way up his torso.

Jason, torso-up inhabiting the bear's body, reached down to pull his small dick through the asshole. Suddenly, he felt the rest of his legs slurp themselves in too.

The bear felt himself getting filled up to the brim as another being literally shoved himself into all the crevices of his fat body. His yells reaching it's loudest as he felt the blue ectoplasmic feet slide in with a "PLOP!"

The bear reached back and pawed at his loose asshole, scooping up the ectoplasm that was left behind. He tried to get up but lost his balance as he felt the ghost inside of him lurch forward.

"Here comes the fun part fatty!" Jason yelled with a mocking chatter. Jason wasted no time shoving his limbs into the man, pressing his arms and legs into his vessel's like gloves and boots.

The beefy bear, finally having gotten up, felt his body start to dance around beyond his will. His right arm flailed as his left hand tried to stop it before betraying him and slapping him on the face. "Fu-fuck! GET THE FUCK OUT OF ME" he yelled at his belly wiggled uncontrollably.

Jason shoved his hard c*ck into the bear's girthy one, filling it up like a sheathe. His lined up his ghostly balls with his host's tennis-ball sized one, feeling them expand with a "POP" "POP".

The bear, pounding at his belly to get the invader out, suddenly lost control of his arms and hands as they reached down to stroke his huge 8in d*ck and finger his fat ass. He heard a laugh followed by a "BOOM" as his butt and legs filled up with ectoplasm.

With the bear's hands and feet under his control Jason realized there was only one step left.

"Puh-puh-please m-man! G-get out of- *gurgle*" The bear's neck started to bulge as Jason hurriedly squeezed into his host's head. The bear gasped for air as he gagged on ectoplasm, the pressure in his brain close to popping before-.

...

Jason opened his eyes and took a deep breath, his belly filling up and stretching out the tank top he was now wearing. "Oooh fuck yeah" he cooed, using the bear's sexy voice for the first time. He looked down and immediately reached for his beefy pecs, massaging his new nipples with his host's stubby fingers. They were sensitive, hard-wired to his new girthy c*ck as he felt his sweaty jock stretching to the limit. He pulled his waistband back up and felt the airy fabric wrap around his fat ass, immediately nesting between his cheeks.

"Can't believe it fucking WORKED. Hell YEAH BABY! I'M A FUCKING BEAR!" Jason danced around a bit, waving his new jiggly belly around in the air before he heard the door to the locker room open.

Jason watched as one of the bodybuilders stumbled in, so distressed from the workout that he didn't even notice Jason's lean body slumped against the wall. He tiredly glanced at Jason, who was at eye-level with him, and muttered a "How's it going Roy" before walking deeper into the locker room.

Jason's heart skipped a beat, but then calmed down as he realized that no one can tell. He walked up to the mirror and grinned at his reflection as he crossed his arms. He was fucking HUGE.

Jason felt sweat drip down from his forehead, chest, and pits. He carefully lifted his new beefy arms and immediately got hit by a wave of ripe musk. "Fuuuuuck. I smell so... GOOD" he moaned, using Roy's vocal chords. "Not gonna wash these pits" he chuckled.

In the corner of his eye, Jason glanced at his old slumped body. "Damn. I'm so fucking tiny... No wonder I flew into the wall" he reflected. Jason daydreamed for a second, then realized he could live out a huge k*nky fantasy of his. He picked up his old body with ease and took him to a secluded part of the locker room.

Jason started to eagerly rip off his old body's clothes, pulling down his pants and revealing his musky thin yellow briefs. He slipped them off and took the briefs up to his nose, taking a deep inhale of his old musk.

With a smirk, Jason dropped his host's Size XXL gym shorts and jockstrap, revealing his girthy hairy cock. He then started to slip on the Size S yellow briefs up his thick tree trunk legs, making sure the fabric didn't rip. Jason grinned as he felt the tiny briefs get eaten by his new gigantic asscheeks. He grabbed both of his cheeks with his meaty paws and ripped them open, making sure the fabric would touch his new musky *sshole like a thong.

"Ohhhh fuuuck yeah!" he groaned, as he sealed the entrance that he came in from. His d*ck was leaking profusely, more so than his old one did.

Jason pulled his host's shorts up. He grinned at the fat *ss in the mirror before he felt his new phone vibrate. "That who I think it is?"

He unlocked his phone and saw "Carson" had texted him.

Carson: "Hey handsome. What are you up to tonight?"

Jason couldn't help but chuckle, his big belly jiggling with every heave. He pawed at the keyboard with a huge grin.

Roy: "Hey baby. Nothing much. You wanna get k*nky tonight?"

Jason shoved Roy's phone into his pocket before running out of the locker room in a hurry, his big a*s jiggling with every step. His phone vibrated a ton, but Jason knew he needed to do something before he replied.

Later that night...

Jason stripped naked and laid in bed. He opened up his camera and saw the handsome grizzly face of the man he possessed. "Don't know how much time I have in you man but I'm gonna take advantage of it. Gonna get you real k*nky. Make you say shit you'd never say. And I bet Carson would do anything to fuck your musky fat*ss." Jason reached down to finger Roy's *sshole before giving his finger a lick.

"Haha. Alright alright enough fun. Got a video to send to a lucky guy."

Jason started to record.