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Elliot wasn't the type to shop for himself often. He preferred the simplicity of his old, familiar wardrobe: plain T-shirts, jeans, and sneakers. But today, his best friend Jake had dragged him to the mall, insisting he needed to “upgrade his style.” Reluctantly, Elliot agreed to check out a trendy boutique.

“You’re gonna thank me when you finally look like you give a damn,” Jake had joked before leaving Elliot to browse on his own.

After wandering the store aimlessly, Elliot grabbed a few items—a fitted shirt, some skinny jeans, and a pair of briefs. He wasn’t sure why he added the underwear to the pile; it just seemed like something he should try.

Elliot entered the changing room, the harsh fluorescent lights illuminating every angle of the small cubicle. He slipped off his old clothes and started with the briefs.

The moment he pulled them on, a strange sensation coursed through his body. The fabric was soft, almost too soft, clinging to him snugly. He brushed it off as good tailoring and moved on to the shirt.

As he tugged the fitted T-shirt over his head, a wave of warmth spread through him. His chest expanded slightly, pressing against the fabric in a way that felt… different. He looked in the mirror, puzzled.

“Did this shirt shrink or something?” he muttered.

Next were the jeans. As soon as he buttoned them, the sensation intensified. A sudden, dizzying rush overwhelmed him, and he stumbled, gripping the wall for balance.

“What the hell?”

Elliot’s body began to change. His stomach pushed forward, rounding into a soft, noticeable belly that strained against the waistband of the jeans. His arms and legs thickened, losing their lean definition and taking on a doughy appearance. His face puffed out slightly, his jawline softening as a faint sheen of sweat formed on his skin.

Panicked, he tried to pull the clothes off, starting with the shirt. It slid off easily, revealing his rounder, hairier chest. The jeans followed, though it took more effort to wiggle them down his thicker thighs.

Finally, he reached for the briefs, but they wouldn’t budge.

“What the…” He yanked harder, but the fabric seemed fused to his skin.

He turned to the mirror again, horrified. There he was—round, sweaty, and unrecognizably different—still himself mentally, but his body was now something else entirely.

Elliot’s breathing quickened as he scrambled to grab his old clothes, only to realize they were far too small to fit his new size. The T-shirt barely stretched over his chest, and the waistband of his jeans wouldn’t go past his thighs.

Frustrated, he sat down on the small bench, the act causing the briefs to ride up slightly, making him wince. His phone buzzed in his bag, and he reached for it, desperate for help.

“Jake,” he said when his friend picked up, his voice shaky, “I need you to do me a favor. Can you bring me some bigger clothes?”

“What? Why? Did you try on something too tight?” Jake chuckled.

“It’s not funny, Jake! Just—just bring me something, okay? I’m stuck in the changing room, and nothing fits me!”

Jake sighed. “Fine, but you owe me an explanation.”

Hanging up, Elliot leaned back against the wall, his round belly pressing against the band of the briefs. He glanced down at himself, a mix of embarrassment and resignation washing over him.

As he waited, he couldn’t help but notice how comfortable the briefs felt. The snugness had gone from frustrating to oddly comforting, almost like a second skin.

The thought made him shiver. Whatever was happening, he needed to fix it—and fast.

The water cascaded over him—hot, almost too hot, but he didn’t care. His fingers gripped the edges of the sink as he stared into the foggy bathroom mirror, his reflection barely visible behind the mist.

It wasn’t his reflection.

Not anymore.

Not for the next three days, anyway.

The face that stared back was older, angular, with faint crow’s feet around the eyes and a shadow of stubble that stubbornly refused to go away even after shaving. His dad’s face.

“Unbelievable,” he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly. His dad’s voice.

The steam had started to make the bathroom oppressive, but he wasn’t getting out of the shower yet. He couldn’t face the world outside the bathroom—not in this body.

His father’s body.

“Field trip, my ass,” he hissed, stepping back under the scalding water.

It was all because his dad—his stupid dad—had decided he couldn’t miss his annual fishing trip with his buddies. Some business conference had come up at the last minute, one that just so happened to require a physical presence and, unfortunately, his dad’s face.

But rather than skip his trip, the old man had come up with a “brilliant” solution: body swap.

“You’re responsible enough,” his dad had said, all smiles and charm while holding out that stupid talisman. “You’re seventeen! Practically an adult! And besides, what could possibly go wrong?”

Now here he was, in his dad’s body, drowning under responsibilities he didn’t ask for while his real body was probably somewhere in the mountains, sipping beer and telling bad jokes with a bunch of middle-aged men.

He grabbed the soap, scrubbing at the stubble again. “This is so gross,” he muttered, wincing as the scent of his dad’s stupid cologne-filled body wash clung to him. No matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn’t wash off the weight of it all. The meetings. The tie he had to wear tomorrow. The dad jokes he’d probably be expected to make.

The water pressure faltered slightly, and he slammed his fist against the shower wall, feeling the power of his dad’s muscles ripple with the movement.

“Fuck you, Dad,” he growled.

He turned off the water and stood there dripping, staring at the tiled wall. His dad wouldn’t hear him. Wouldn’t care even if he did. He was probably laughing it up right now, thinking his plan was the greatest stroke of genius since sliced bread.

Grabbing a towel, he dried off with quick, frustrated motions, glaring at his reflection as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

Temporary Boyfriend

My friend Grace has always been kinda weird, but this time she really outdid herself. After having a massive blowout with her boyfriend Chris right before their big summer trip abroad, she talked me into swapping bodies with him using her genius dad’s secret machine. The swap went down that same night in their basement lab, and the second I came to in Chris’s chubby body, the feeling was overwhelming. Everything felt so different from my own female body. There was no more light, delicate frame or the familiar sway of hips and breasts. Instead I was suddenly this big, soft, huggable guy with a round, plush belly that jiggled heavily when I stood up, thick soft fat on my sides hanging over the waistband of my shorts, and my sensitive chest bouncing with every breath in a completely new and heavier way. My hands couldn’t stop exploring, squeezing the warm, squishy flesh of my stomach and feeling my thick thighs rub together, while the heavy, unfamiliar weight between my legs started throbbing with a rush of unexpected arousal that felt way more direct and intense than anything I’d ever experienced as a girl.

Grace’s eyes lit up as she watched, pressing herself tight against me and sinking her fingers deep into my soft chest and belly. She bit her lip hard, then whispered breathlessly, “God, you feel so fucking good like this. Way sexier than him.” I grinned with Chris’s easy boyish smile, pulled her closer so my soft belly pressed warmly against her, and said in his warm, slightly husky voice, “Hey babe… I’m really sorry about that stupid fight before. I hate when we argue, you know? You mean everything to me.” The sweet, genuine apology in Chris’s familiar tone made Grace blush deeply, her cheeks turning bright pink as she melted against me like she was truly with her boyfriend again. I stood there flushed and breathing hard, totally lost in the addictive sensation of being inside this chubby, cuddly male form, knowing that tomorrow we’d be flying overseas like this with me spending the whole vacation fully in Chris’s soft, sensitive body.

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My first skinsuit AI video that actually goes hard.