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Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @manswaps and Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5 by me.

Jared’s POV

I tore through the club, my heart pounding as I dodged between dancing bodies and flashing lights. The relentless bass pounded in my ears, but my only focus was on finding Derell and the cursed body he had taken. The chaotic swirl of people made my search feel almost impossible, but I couldn't stop. I had to find Derell before things got even worse.

"Derell!" I shouted, my voice lost in the thumping music. My eyes frantically scanned every face, every figure, but there was no sign of him. Frustration and desperation gnawed at me. Where the hell could he be?

Bursting through a side door, I stumbled into the cool night air, gasping for breath. I rounded the corner into a dimly lit alley, hoping for a clue.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw "Derell" in the alley, pressed against the wall and deeply engaged with a hot, muscular guy. The man was pinned firmly against the bricks, and "Derell" was thrusting into him with a raw, primal intensity that left no room for subtlety. The scene was jarring and intense, making me hesitate for a moment.

"Ohh fuck, I want you, I want all of you," "Derell" groaned, his voice a mix of desperation and ecstasy. His body shuddered as he teetered on the brink of climax, biting his lip.

Seeing my chance, I shouted, "I want to be you too!"

"Derell's" eyes snapped open in surprise, and in that instant, he climaxed. The force of his release seemed to trigger the swap, and I felt myself being ripped from my borrowed, older body. A dizzying rush pulled me back into the hunk's body. The transition was immediate, overwhelming, and familiar, as I reclaimed the muscular form.

Gasping, I steadied myself against the wall. This time, the feeling was different—there was a profound sense of release and a wave of endorphins washing over me. The intense horniness that had plagued me was gone, replaced by a clarity I hadn’t felt in ages. I felt grounded and fully in control.

Meanwhile, the man who had been in the cursed body—now in my borrowed older form—stumbled back, looking disoriented. The muscular guy who had been against the wall turned around, eyes wide and confused.

"Jared, is that you?" the muscular guy asked, recognition and relief in his voice.

"Yeah," I replied, relief flooding through me. "Thank God I found this body again. Wait, are you Marcus? What happened to Seth’s body?"

Marcus—now in the bouncer’s incredibly good-looking, muscular body—looked down at himself, a grin spreading across his face as he admired his new form. He flexed his arms, appreciating the smooth, olive skin and well-defined muscles. "Yeah, it’s me," he said, as he started to put his clothes back on. "Some random guy took it. I thought it was still you in there, so I asked him to swap."

A sinking realization hit me. "Shit, that’s Derell," I muttered. "We have to find him."

The guy who had been in the cursed body—now in my borrowed older form—looked completely bewildered. He glanced at his hands, then touched his face, clearly disoriented. "What the hell just happened? Who are you people?"

Marcus turned to check himself out in a nearby window. His reflection showed a chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, and smooth olive skin that glowed under the alley lights. "He was the bouncer who helped me earlier. He didn’t really believe in the swap powers until like 10 minutes ago."

The bouncer, now in Derell's former body, looked utterly panicked. He kept touching his face, as if trying to make sense of it. "This is insane," he muttered, his voice trembling. "I didn’t think it was real. I thought you guys were messing with me, and now I’m... I'm this?"

"Yeah, it’s real," I said, glancing between them. "We need to sort this out. But first, let’s swap you two back."

Marcus, still enjoying his new, incredibly handsome and muscular body, shrugged slightly. "I guess we should," he said, though his voice lacked urgency. It was clear he was savoring every moment of his new form.

Facing Marcus, I focused on initiating the swap. "I wanna swap with you," I said.

"I wanna swap with you too," Marcus echoed, but nothing happened.

We tried again, and again, but each time, nothing. The swap wouldn’t trigger.

"What the fuck?" I said, a wave of panic creeping in. The realization that we were stuck hit me hard, and I couldn't hide the anxiety that started to gnaw at me.

The bouncer, eyes wide with fear and bewilderment, shook his head. "This can’t be happening," he murmured, his voice shaky. He looked at his muscular arms again and then back at me, his panic evident. "This isn’t right!"

Marcus, on the other hand, seemed to be trying to hide his satisfaction. "Guess we’re stuck like this for now," he said, a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. "C’mon, lets go find Derell."

Marcus was really regretting his wish. All he wanted to do was spend time with the hot guys in the Frat House down the street, but he never meant that he wanted to spend time with them as a brother of the house. He wanted to be sucking on their cocks, sniffing their hot swampy armpits, not trapped inside a meaty sweat covered body without any ability to control it. He hated the version of himself he was now, his big thick hand scratching at his ass crack and pits, sniffing his rank stench. He felt so gross and stupid, lounging around in sweat pants, laughing at the dumb misogynistic jokes, flexing when given the cue.

He kept waiting for something fun and gay to happen, for all the hot guys to start kissing, or for someone to play pop music to relax to, but the best he got was kisses on the cheek and bros slapping his cock with a callused palm, muttering “no homo, brah!” Rap music was blaring, causing him to scream inside his head, but the vessel he was inside just nodded along and tapped his big stinky foot. “This shit is tight,” he drawled, at the same time his hand pawed at his fat package.

One of the frat boys he had the biggest crush on came and sat beside him, throwing a muscled arm over his shoulder, his slick armpit hairs touching his skin. His thick cock remained deflated, up until the bro shoved his cheap scratched up phone in his face, laughing. “Fuckkk Mark, look at these mommy milkers,” he said, showing off a GIF of some big boobed porn star squeezing her fleshy tits together. Instantly, Mark as he was now affectionately called, could feel all the blood rushing to his cock, a low groan leaving his open mouth, the stank of morning breath blowing out, but his bro didn’t care. He reached his big meaty hand into his sweats, at the same time his bro was doing the same thing. “Fuck brah, let me pull us up something good,” the dude said, using his sweaty pube covered fingers to quickly bring up a porn video, lesbians scissoring to be exact.

Their slick pussies sliding against each other, their titties bouncing. Mark couldn’t help it, even if a tiny gay voice was screaming in his head, begging him to remember that he was a gay boy who wanted to be fucked by frat boys, not be one. Mark was only hyper focused on the swaying tits and squirting pussies on the phone screen, he didn’t even glance over at his bro jacking his cock because that would be gay. No one in this frat was a queer. Least of all him.

Once he busted his load to the moaning MILFs, he didn’t even clean up, he just shoved his thick cock into his sweats and stretched out, shoving his bro away as he squeezed out a hot protein fart. Everyone laughed, breathing in the hot fetid stench, loving the sense of brotherhood in the house.

Mind control has given me a bit of a complex. When I see an attractive guy out in the wild, my instinct isn't to flirt or say hi. I just get started fucking their brain before they can even register the violation.

Take this oddly charming officer for example...

"Sir, could you step back from the vehicle?" he commands casually.

A quick poke inside and I feel how bored he is. Police are in the area for some incident, but he was stuck with the all-important job of guarding the car. At this point in his career, the luster of authority has worn off. Ordering around civilians like me has become second nature to him. The control is mundane.

Not for me.

"You look like you need something to do," I snicker, taking a step closer...

Benny was your average fit 21 year old guy, he ate well and hit the gym every day, mainly to keep his 6 pack and lean figure. He hooked up with guys each weekend for a quick pump and run, But there was one dirty secret he had that nobody knew about. Every day at the gym he’d be on the hunt for a guys sweaty tank, gym shorts or underwear, anything he could get his hands on really, just something drenched in sweat that he could shove in his nose and jerk off to when he got home.

One day he got a bit too brave and started going through a guys stuff before he had even shut the door to the sauna. Unfortunatly for benny the big guy who’s stuff he was looking through had forgotten to take off his watch and turned around to put it back to see Benny with his nose buried in his underwear.

?: Can I help you lil’ guy?

Benny: oh, um, no sorry just seeing if I accidently packed dirty underwear again

?: so why would your underwear be in my bag?

“Fuck” Benny thought to himself, as he stared at the huge guy in front of him, he was surely gonna get the fuck beating outta him for being such a creep.

Benny: o-oh is it? we have the same bag I must have gotten confused how embarrassing

?: you aint foolin anyone tiny

The large bodybuilder smiled, “don’t worry bro, I do the same shit with guys ‘roud here, I’ll let you keep it on one condition..please face time me and cum in my underwear”

Benny was shocked, not only was this guy not gonna beat him up but he wanted a whole show.

Benny: w-what do you mean

?: bro I find it so hot when guys smaller that me stain my massive underwear with their cum.

Overcoming the small moment of shock benny agreed, they exchanged numbers and agreed to face time later that night.

——————

Benny was lying down on his floor staring at the massive bodybuilder on the other side of his phone, he was never into guys like that, too much muscle, but damn did they smell good working out, and it was a perfectly fine trade if it kept him from having his head kicked in.

Benny: okay bro, ready?

?: oh yeah man, you got no idea.

The bodybuilder tried to contain his chuckle, which Benny just wrote off as excitement as he reached into his underwear. Something felt strange though, normally Benny lasted atleast 40 minutes but his whole body was tingling and he thought he was going to cum instantly. Benny felt his body begin to rapidly pump blood into all of his muscles like he was working out, he felt himself widening little by little, he was getting bigger and within a few moments he had gone from athletic twunk to alpha male hunk

Benny: Wh-WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME

?: bro, shhhh, you’re ruining it

Benny: no but like what is happening

?: chill man, I can reverse it after just please finish

Benny was freaking out about what weird situation or deal he had made, his mind was racing, was it some sort of demon of lust? had he been drugged? but still he felt urged to finished the request and he continued to go to town on himself. Each passing moment he felt himself expanding, until something else, he felt sweat begin to drip off his body and saw a layer of shine over his skin. His face began to itch as a beard slowly appeared over his jaw.

?:oh yeaahh…I bet your starting to smell now

Benny was still in a haze of confusion, he had no idea what was happening but the guy said he could reverse it, surely he could, so he decided to ride it out and see where it went.

Itching began all over his body has hair began to sprout from everywhere, his smaller athletic frame had almost tripled in size to that of a armature bodybuilder as a carpet of dark hair began to blanket his body. His new beard thickened as muscle swelled, his six pack faded into a smooth bulk, still showing off a strong core but with the muscles barely visible.

Benny: o-okay bro when is this gonna stop

?: dude I told you relax, enjoy it, I can undo it whenever I want to

Benny: you can definitely turn me back

?: yeah bro, any time I choose

The hair across Benny’s body got worse and worse, he was losing muscle definition by the second, but something he hadn’t even noticed began to make itself known, the mixture of intense hair growth and sweat had caused him to begin to smell just as bad as the underwear he stole from the gym, and it was hot. Benny stuffed his face into his pit as he continued to change and jerk off.

Before long he was covered head to toe in an intense forest of hair, even with his arms by his side the hair in his pits could still be seen, soon he grew itchy and the smell he was swooning over became too much for even his sweat obsessed kink.

Benny: bro, this is getting a bit too much, you can’t smell it but its getting past sexy now

?: just a tiny bit longer

Benny: can you atleast do something about my abs, that was my favourite feature

?: oh god thats so perfect

The bodybuilder’s eyes rolled back and he smiled as Benny felt a cramp in his gut. Each breath he took felt like he had just inhaled an entire meal and he watched his stomach stretch out and become bloated.

Benny dropped his phone on the floor next to him and began to rub his stomach as he moaned from how tight it was, He heard his voice becoming deeper and deeper with each passing second.

Benny: oh bro, wh-what is this I feel like Im gonna explode

?: my bad bro, lets sort that out

Suddenly Benny released to worst burp of his life, shortly followed by a smaller one and than another much larger one, but non of the pressure trapped in his gut was moving, it was lit it was being replaced as soon as it left.

Benny: d - HIC - du - BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP - dude - wh- BURRRRRP -at is this - HIC

?: oh I bet you love that stench. do you love it

Benny: no - BURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRP

Benny managed to pull himself up onto his couch, he saw the patch on his carpet where he was laying a massive sweat stain continued to spread on his floor as the rest of the sweat sank into his carpet.

?: god this is gonna be so fucking HOT

Benny looked down at the bodybuilder’s face on his phone, he tried his best to choke down the burping long enough to ask a question.

Benny: please, is this the last thing

?: oh yeah bro, one more and then we’re done

Benny let out an enormous belch that lasted over 10 seconds, the whole time he watched as the bodybuilder on his phone laughed so hard his face turned red. Benny felt his body grow again, every second was another pound of muscle or fat on his already huge frame, the bigger he got the worse his stench became, he begged for it to stop but unfortunately he spent longer belching out pressure that actually saying words. He heard his couch strain under him, it began to slow down, and he was left an enormous beast.

?: oh yeah, look at you now, fuck

Benny moaned in a deep burly voice “HIC-what did you do - BURRRRRRRP - to me - HIC”

?: Turned you into a big muscle slob

Benny: a what 

?: since you love taking guys smelly clothes so much I thought I’d do you a favour and transform you into an enormous stinking muscle slob.

Benny: haha - BURRRRP - ver- HIC - very funny, now turn me back

?: I said I could, not I would, the punishment fits the crime Id say, I watched you take guys stuff to sniff for over a year, now you can spend the rest of your life as a stinking fucking meathead

Benny: UUURP - no, please - HIC

?: please what? cant finish you sentence? are you trying to say please make you twice as big and smelly?

Benny:….

?: no? happy like this? okay you freak, enjoy your life pumping iron and stuffing protein down your throat, but lets make one more change so you can’t complain anymore…

Benny felt something strange in his gut, and from the outside it sounded like an office water cooler gulping alone.

?: So Benny, How do you feel about being a rancid muscle slob?

Benny opened his mouth to respond but was unable too no matter how hard he tried

Benny: BUURRP

The mysterious bodybuilder laughed hysterically at Benny’s words and ability to speak being replaced by pungent protein belches before shortly hanging up on him.

Benny sat on his couch trying to move his monstrous frame, the slightest pressure on his gut caused a stale belch to rocket out of his mouth no matter how hard he tried to hold it in and the stench that radiated from his body made him wonder how he ever found B.O hot to begin with.

As Benny began to waddle around his house he realised his dick and balls had grown too, but unfortunately even step made it feel like down there was being crushed by a vice as it was stuck between his enormous thighs. He found his way to the mirror and saw his underwear stretched beyond belief, it looked like any moment it would split, Benny stared at his freakish body, smelt the rank odour that radiated from his body.

Benny took a deep breath in preparing for a sigh. But he wasn’t even allowed the gift of a sigh on disappointment. As Benny finished breathing in a familiar glugging could be heard from his huge muscle gut, as he tried to breath out his nose he unwilfully opened his mouth.

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRPPP

Detective Robbie McKay laid on the gurney, surrounded by doctors and nurses who rushed him through the endless hospital hallways with a pace indicating urgency. His body throbbed with pain and each breath was more agonizing than the last. As the medication did its best to numb his discomfort, his mind floated in and out of consciousness with memories of a shootout flashing before his eyes. He could still hear the exchange of gunfire, see the bombardment of quick flashes, and feel the searing pain of a bullet tearing through his flesh.

Memories of the briefing earlier that day invaded his thoughts as well. He remembered sitting at this desk, surrounded by fellow officers, listening intently as Chief Ramirez laid out the plan to bust a notorious drug ring.

"An informant on the inside tells us that they're planning on moving a shipment of drugs, guns and other paraphernalia out of their warehouse tonight. That's why I'm gonna need all units on deck." Chief Ramirez spoke with authority as he went into the details, most of which were too hazy for Robbie to remember.

Robbie did remember being pulled aside by the Chief. "Thanks again for agreeing to come along McKay. I know you're in homicide but for a bust this big I'm going to need my best guys."

"As if saying no was even an option Chief. You know I'll follow you anywhere into battle." Robbie was as loyal as they'd come. Devoted to his job and to his boss, those last words echoed in Robbie's head as he soon faced the consequences of his undying commitment.

As Robbie drifted back to awareness, he caught snippets of conversation around him. Voices muffled by the haze of medication and trauma. But one voice cut through the fog—the commanding tone of Chief Ramirez.

"Do whatever you can to save him. We can't lose him." The Chief's voice demanded.

"But sir, he's lost a lot of blood. And the bullet pierced one of the lungs—"

"I don't care dammit!" Chief Ramirez slammed his fist against the wall, urgency dripping from every word. "Use the machine if you have to. You have my permission."

Robbie tried to focus, to make sense of the situation. Machine? They were speaking as if he was on the verge of death. Robbie had much more questions on his mind but he was soon hit with another wave fogginess. His eyelids grew heavy again, a sign that the meds were about to work their magic once more.

The next time he opened his eyes, he found himself in a sterile hospital room, monitors beeping softly in the background. He tried to move, but every inch of his body protested in agony.

"Ch-Chief?" Robbie tried to call out, his voice sounding off. "Nurse??" His throat felt dry but thankfully a glass of water sat on the table next to his bed. As Robbie feebly reached for the drink he noticed a drastic change that sent a jolt of panic down his spine.

His hands, once fair and calloused from years of police work, now bore a darker complexion, somewhat of a caramel color. And they were adorned with tattoos—symbols he didn't recognize inked into his skin.

He reached up to touch his head, expecting to feel the familiar buzz of his crew cut. But his fingers met smooth skin instead, his hair shaved down to the scalp. And when he brushed his hand against his face, he felt not the familiar stubble of his beard, but a neatly trimmed goatee framing his fuller lips.

"What's going on??!" Robbie screamed out, hoping for anyone to hear him. "What happened to me??" This time he could make out the distinct change in his voice. With these longer sentences he could make out an accent, one belonging to the people he'd occasionally arrest on the streets.

Fear surged through him as he struggled to make sense of the situation unfolding before him. He had been shot in the chest, he remembered that much. But everything else felt wrong—unnatural. This had to be dream, a nightmare even, but the constant pain he felt confirmed that this was indeed reality.

Summoning all his strength, Robbie pushed himself out of the bed, his muscles protesting with every movement. Clutching his midsection where the pain was the strongest, he stumbled toward the bathroom, desperate for answers.

When he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror, his heart nearly stopped. Staring back at him was not the face of Robbie McKay, decorated and revered detective from the LAPD, but that of a stranger—a Latino man with dark eyes and a stern expression.

Panic seized him, his mind reeling with disbelief. What had happened to him? How could this be real?

Robbie approached the mirror, getting a better look at his new self. The height disparity was one of the first things he noticed. Having been accustomed to towering over everything at 6'4'', he must now have been no taller than 5'7''. He also realized his tattoos not only stopped at his arms, but covered his chest, torso, and from what he could make out his back as well. Whatever skin wasn't covered by black ink was marred by scars.

Before he could make sense of it all, the hospital staff burst into the room, their voices a blur of confusion and concern. They moved quickly to sedate him, their hands gentle yet firm as they guided him back to the bed.

And then Chief Ramirez entered the room, his expression grave as he approached Robbie's bedside.

"I'm sorry, Robbie," the chief said, his voice heavy with regret. "You are one of our best and you were on the brink of death. So I had to make a difficult decision."

Robbie's heart pounded in his chest as he listened, the pieces of the puzzle slowly falling into place.

"The procedure is experimental. Only the higher ups back in DC know of its existence. But I managed to pull a few strings in exchange for access to their machine." The chief coldly explained the situation.

"What did you to do me? Who is this man?" Robbie pleaded for answers, pointing at his face as he looked at the chief with frantic eyes.

"We swapped your body with that of one of the gang members. He got hit pretty badly during the exchange, but his situation wasn't as dire as yours." There was a pause that for Robbie felt like an eternity.

"He died in your body just a moment ago." Chief lingered on that last sentence for a moment. "It was the only way to save you."

The words echoed in Robbie's mind, sending a chill down his spine. He had been transformed into a stranger, thrust into a world he didn't belong to, all against his will.

"And who said I wanted this? To look like a fucking thug from across the border? What am I supposed to tell my wife? My kids??" As Robbie's voice rose, the beeping from the monitors followed suit.

"Please try to keep calm. Your heart rate's spiking." A nurse tried to get the cop to settle down.

"Vete a la mierda pinche cabrónes!"

The sudden outburst caused the entire room to fill with silence, the only noise being the increasingly frequent beeps coming from the machines. Robbie hadn't even realized he cursed out everyone in the room in fluent Spanish, a language he was barely familiar in.

"Give us the room." The chief ordered the doctors and nurses working on Robbie to leave, which they all promptly did. Shutting the door behind them, he approached Robbie, standing right next to his bed.

"I understand that you're upset, son." Chief Ramirez spoke up, breaking the silence. His voice ditching his usually authoritative tone, this time adopting a tinge of empathy. "But we have a plan for you. That's if you want it of course."

Robbie stared at his boss with a vindictive expression. What could he do to make this situation better? What could the Chief even remotely offer? Curiosity eventually got the better of him. "What is it?"

Chief Ramirez took out a manilla folder and tossed in on Robbie's lap. Opening it up, Robbie would find a picture of the man whose body he now possessed. Beneath it would be documents listing the man's demographics, arrest records, even unpaid parking tickets. Any information the government would have about this man's life would be found in that folder.

"Rogelio Fuentes." Robbie read the man's name out loud with a quiver in his voice.

"You're a great detective Robbie. One of the best the department's ever seen. Now with you in that body, we have a direct line to the underbelly of the crime ring that's devastating this city. We have the opportunity to take it down from within." The chief explained.

"Y-You want me to pretend to be this guy?" Robbie gawked in disbelief. "Play undercover cop?!"

"That's exactly what I'm asking. Assume this man's life, live as Rogelio Fuentes and coordinate with us as we dismantle this gang from the inside."

"But my wife and my kids..?"

"As far as they're concerned, you'll be dead. Died bravely fighting for his city. I know it's a tough pill to swallow, but I also know how important serving and protecting the community is to you. Your unwavering dedication to the force is what drew me to you. It's what made me fight hard to get those doctors to save your life. Because we can't let someone like that go to waste."

Robbie stared ahead, ignoring Chief Martinez as he deeply pondered the predicament he found himself in. While he loved his job, was he willing to throw his previous life away for such a big task?

"And like I said before, this was an experimental procedure using technology from the Feds. Complete this mission and impress them enough, maybe they'd let us use it again to get you a more suitable body in the future."

The room filled with silence once more. Robbie could only think about what he'd be leaving behind. His family, his friends, his old life. But if he said no to Chief Martinez, would he even be able to return to his wife and kids as he is? Would they accept his story? Believe him when he were to tell them who he is?

"I'll do it." Robbie looked at the chief with determination. "Nomás digame lo qué tengo que hacer."

Robbie felt a surge of valor coursing through his veins. He knew the risks involved—the dangers of taking on and dismantling a powerful cartel from the inside. But Robbie was never one to back down from a challenge. He was determined to do whatever it took to rid the streets of drugs and violence, to make his city a safer place for its citizens, but most importantly his family who'd have to carry on without him. Although a little hope remained that after all was said and done, the Chief would even be able to carry out his end of the deal and he'd soon be able to reunite with his family.

Shit, it’s been two weeks since we wound up here. I don't know how much longer we can pull this off. Me and my boyfriend had booked a vacation to Fiji but of course we couldn’t afford it if we went the normal route, so we booked a swap vacation instead. That’s where it went wrong. It was supposed to be two of the hotel employees but some wires got crossed and we got put into the bodies of two straight dudes on a neighboring island. That would have been great they’re both hot and two gay guys could really put their bodies to good use. Me in the body of this blonde model and him in the body of a dark haired british guy. Unfortunately they’re filming some kind of reality show trying to find love. It’s terrible! We're on camera all day and these two have already been paired up with women. They want to make out with us all the time, and talk about what we’re gonna do once the show is over and constantly trying to get us to have sex with them. Everyday is a struggle to maintain the act and hopefully that vacation company will get everything fixed soon.

I think we’re doing a pretty good job imitating these two bros so far no way anyone has noticed right? Right??

Damn it, here comes my body's girlfriend. I guess our relaxing day at the beach is over.

I chuckled leading Ryan down the steps.

“Cmon, should just be down this alley”.

It always rained in the city, but the clouds seemed to be just a bit darker, the water pouring just a bit heavier down the alleyway. Neon signs from outcast shops and suspicious eyes peered across window covered blinds.

Ryan was clearly uncomfortable. “Look dude, this place doesn’t even show up on a map. You sure they’re not gonna harvest our organs or something?”

I laughed.

“Sash wanted another book from this store for her birthday, right?” The corners of his mouth pulled, confirming. “Same kind that I got her for Christmas”? This time, a nod. “Well, you can’t really get these kinds of books from a regular store… you have to know a guy” I winked, running my hand over his shoulder and pulling him close to me in a joking fashion.

The smell was divine. The man must have just had a gym session before coming to me. Among the scent of the rain and city, his musk penetrated, clinging to my nose. An earthy, almost acrid scent graced my lungs. I squeezed him tighter to me, involuntarily. A second later, I felt another scent permeate my soul. It filled me with indescribable envy and dizzying lust, and I felt my mouth salivate at what could only be a gust of the damp air from inside his shorts, escaping through a small crack from when I had pushed his body closer to mine. I realized far too late that I was clinging onto him.

His face was not amused. Ryan grunted and distanced himself slightly, avoiding invoking the past few moments between us.

Ryan grimaced before sighing, cutting the silence. “Yeah man, I guess. Honestly, I don’t even know if it’s worth it at this point. He pondered for a moment, thinking of the hours she spent reading and rereading from that old book, transfixed, mesmerized. This was definitely what he needed to take their relationship to the next step. “Of course it is.” He seemed to mentally note.

Sasha was always really good at attracting amazing guys. Kind, charming, guys straight out of movies seemed almost drawn to her. Of course, they were never really her type- she always seemed to like them a little nerdy.

That all changed with Ryan. Just after Christmas, he caught sight of her reading from an old book at a cafe, offered her a drink and a chat, and for the first time in her life, she reciprocated his advances.

Ryan was patient and gentle. He often brought flowers, asked about her day, took her on dates. I felt a bit of resentment from him, as Sasha didn’t seem particularly romantic, and often invited me to their dates, almost bringing Ryan to me for “approval”. He seemed to take it all in stride though, remaining friendly and cordial and often including me in their conversations.

“We’re here” I stated flatly. In front of us stood a dingy black door, dimly lit by a small, flickering bulb. I stared at Ryan for a reaction. He gulped, before calmly placing his hands on the door. It nudged slightly, whining. He gestured for me to help him.

We both pushed into the creaky door that seemed to lead into an infinite void. Blackness swallowed us both before the door slammed shut and the room seemed to illuminate.

The bookstore seemed larger on the inside, row upon endless row decorated with looming shelves and ornate books. A gentle, woody scent lingered through the air, pulling us deeper.

“So.. how did you even find out about this place?” He asked as stared in awe at each shelf.

This time, I shrugged, holding a smile. “I know a guy”.

Ryan inspected each book closer- not a single one numbered or lettered. He pulled a stool from nearby before staring again at one of the nondescript books.

“None of these have any titles?” He asked.

I hid another smile as I innocently asked him to try one.

As he pulled a book from the shelf, he seemed to be acutely aware of the dust accumulating on the spine. He brushed the spine slowly before the title of the book revealed itself: “Ryan Weathers”. Ryan looked back at me, incredulous.

“W-what the fuck”? he laughed gently. He opened the page to inspect the words, and I watched as dread began to paint his face. “This… this is me… this is my story” he gently said. Without warning, he immediately began to thumb through the pages to look at the end of the book, only to be met with blank pages. He frowned as he continued slower this time, working backwards until he finally found the last written page. “Ryan entered the bookshop”.

———

“Weird”, I stated. This time, I couldn’t pull my smile. “Can I see?“ I unsheathed a pen from my pocket in anticipation.

I quickly pulled the Ryan book from his grasp and greedily wrote a few lines. Ryan turned back in horror and stared. He could no longer move.

I quickly showed him the results on the pages of his book. “Ryan sat still, awaiting his friend’s orders”. I scribbled a few more words, and huffed in slight heat.

A bead of sweat formed on Ryan’s temple, as he slowly began to undress. I followed suit, placing my bag on the floor and pulling out a book.

“Dude… dude… what is this?” He asked softly.

I pulled a book from behind me- Sarah’s book, waving it in front of his face with a smile. I inched my naked form closer to his “Sarah really picked a good one, didn’t she?”I leaned up to Ryan, pulling his naked form around me and moaning as I wrapped his arms over my shoudlers.. “Thank you for getting a nice pump before coming here.” Ryan couldn’t move as I began to caress each of his biceps, running my tongue across and picking up his post-workout funk. Divine.

I slammed my face into his armpit, smearing a thin layer of his acrid essence across myself. I huffed as I continued. I intertwined our hands together and wrote a few more words onto his book. “Fuck bro, we’re gonna smell so nice.” We said in unison.

I grabbed another book off the shelf- this time it had my name. Ryan’s eyes worriedly scanned my pages for a clue as to what I’d do next. I used our intertwined hands to pull another item off my bag and held it up for both of us to see- this time it was a pair of scissors.

I gingerly cut a few pages off my book and looked expectantly at Ryan. Despite being unable to move or speak, his eyes relayed volumes. They were wide and hate-filled, and seemed to threaten me. I almost stopped at that moment in fear of what he’d do to me after he broke free. The fear was unfounded though, as he could only calmly sit in silence and watch in terror.

I continued, pulling myself up to his damp form and grinding our bodies together. Of course, Ryan would not reciprocate, but it was enough run my brain feral in lust. I rushed even faster as I could feel Ryan’s now-damp warm body breathing heavier in rage. I continued until I felt a pull from myself and wave after wave of cum splattered among both or bodies. I swiped a bit, huffing in heat as I ran it across his mouth.

Ryan’s eyes squinted in sheer disgust as he was forced to taste me, before I pulled my finger from his mouth. “Need both to complete the ritual” I laughed. Ryan could only looked shocked, likely thinking the main event was over.

I grabbed a few of my pages and hastily smeared our saliva and cum mixture across Ryan’s page. His eyes widened as I stuck my pages into his book, glued by our concoction. Ryan’s eyes rolled to the back of his head slightly and he felt is body push closer to mine involuntarily.

When his eyes opened, He saw our now-shared arm flexing. I reran my tongue across my new Ryan-bicep, moaning as we both felt the touch of my tongue. We were connected now. I looked back and saw pleading this time from Ryan’s eyes.

Ignoring his silent pleas, I pulled another batch of pages from my book, swiping them in the mixture of sweat and my cum across both our bodies before pasting them on Ryan’s book.

Again, Ryan’s eyes pulled back and I began to feel his vascular legs as my own.

I ran our shared arm across my new legs, shivering in shrill delight at the feel of Ryan’s musculature.

Rabid with ecstasy, I could no longer controlled myself and started tearing page after page of my own book and interweaving it into Ryan’s. He began to vocalize soft protests as he felt his flesh betray him and begin to encapsulate me. I almost drowned in the scent of Ryan’s thick musk, interweaving and dulling my senses.

Before I realized, I had cleaned our sweaty body of my cum, and was left with half my book. I could still feel Ryan’s other arm finish swallowing my own inside him as we continued to slowly meld. Drunk and mad with the power of Ryan’s body becoming mine, I leaned my sweaty back to his cheek, feeling the safety of his warm body lull me to sleep.

———

When I awoke I could feel the furious Ryan next to me, desperately trying to move our arms and legs in vain. “Sorry bro” I lazily stated. My words now felt like a mix of Ryan’s and my own- a testament to how far combined we were. “Got lost in our sauce”. I chuckled with his laugh.

I could feel Ryan’s penis poking inside me, its imprint hanging limply on my belly. He caught sight of it too, and began to slightly move his head in protest as he could feel my thoughts relay what would happen next-

I gingerly used our new hands across my belly, pinching and prodding until I could feel Ryan’s dick imprint securely through my flesh.

With a wide smile and a moan, I began to use my own flesh as a sleeve over his dick, rubbing back and forth and thickening. At this, Ryan couldn’t help but moan as well. His head shook back and forth next to mine, clearly attempting to avoid the rush of our joint masturbation session.

He thrashed in vein as I felt his dick quickly stiffen and begin to prod into my belly.

I could barely keep my mental clarity from my senses being bombarded with lust and bliss. With shaking hands, I guided Ryan’s arms to gently squeeze and slot his thickening dick over mine.

At that, we both vocalized a lustful “FUCK”.

The heat and the sensations were unreal, as his dick continued to grow inside of mine, I felt myself push into my absolute limit. I screamed another fuck as I continued to pump with my Ryan arms, feel his cum exit my piss slit.

The feeling of Ryan’s warm batter coming out of me was unreal, and I barely escaped another bought of unconsciousness. Ryan was not so lucky, and I felt his sweaty head slump down next to mine. I hummed gently in his voice as I continued to work, this time using Ryan’s own cum to glue the rest of my pages into his book.

I watched my flesh begin to discolor and shape, following the contours for Ryan’s own. His torso began to push through my own and in a treating sensation I felt my flesh reconnect- now showing Ryan’s body from torso-down.

I shivered in shrill delight- this body… our body… *my* body. *I* was Ryan now-

I felt his sweaty head stir awake, and his cheek lean into mine. From his face, I could feel the corners of his lips pull into a smile. Ryan began huffing as his own face began to encapsulate my own, and the last bit of resistance of the old Ryan- small tear in our right ear slowly dribble down our cheek. I wiped the drool off our shared mouth and promptly collapsed as one being.  

When I awoke, I began to pick up Ryan’s book- *my book* and wrote a few more words cementing his role as my personal meat-suit to eternity. I rewrote some passages from Sasha’s book undoing her spell before placing both our books back on the shelf and watching in delight as the titles began to fade.

I ran my hands across my new face- Ryan’s face before putting on his clothes and promptly leaving the bookstore a new man.

—————

Just finishing up some yard work, wearing my new speedo I got the other day. Sweating in it quite a bit. Why don’t you go get me a cold beer?

Father's Day Singlet

The air in the basement gym was thick with the scent of sweat and old rubber mats, just like it had always been. But this time, the power dynamic had flipped so violently that Alex could still taste the sweet rush of it on his tongue.

For years, Jake had ruled their house like a god among mortals. At twenty-four, the older brother was a walking monument of muscle—six-foot-three, two-hundred-and-twenty pounds of carved, veined perfection he loved to shove in Alex’s face. “Spot me, little bro,” he’d grunt, then laugh as he pinned Alex under a barbell just to watch him squirm. Or he’d trap him in a headlock after a workout, forcing Alex’s nose into the damp, hairy pit of his arm while he flexed and taunted, “Smell what a real man smells like, runt.” Jake’s body was a weapon, and he used it daily to remind Alex he was nothing.

Until last week.

Alex had found the device in the back of an old antique shop downtown—an innocuous-looking silver ring with a single glowing rune. The shopkeeper had whispered it was “for settling old scores.” Alex hadn’t believed it until he slipped it on Jake’s finger while his brother dozed on the couch after leg day. One whispered command, a flash of light, and Jake shrank with a scream that ended in a tiny, pathetic squeak.

Now Jake was barely an inch tall. Perfectly proportioned, still ripped with the same dense muscle he’d spent years building—but utterly helpless. And Alex? Alex was done being the weak one.

He stood in front of the full-length mirror in the basement, shirtless, wearing only loose gray workout shorts. At nineteen, he’d always been lean and wiry. Not anymore. He’d spent every day since the shrinking pumping iron like a man possessed, and it showed. His chest had thickened into two heavy slabs of muscle. His shoulders rounded out broad and powerful. Veins snaked down his arms as he curled the dumbbells, grunting with satisfaction at the burn.

Jake dangled from the dense, dark hair of Alex’s left armpit, tiny fingers clutching the coarse strands like ropes. The shrunken stud’s muscular little body swung with every flex of Alex’s bicep. Sweat already glistened on Jake’s bare chest and abs, dripping from the thick black hair that still covered his miniature torso.

“Still think you’re the big man, huh?” Alex growled, voice low and thick with lust. He raised his arm higher, forcing Jake to hang like a living trophy. The tiny man’s legs kicked uselessly, his one-inch cock—still impressively thick for his size—throbbed hard against the slick skin of Alex’s pit. “Look at you. My big, bad bully brother… reduced to a fucking armpit toy.”

Jake’s voice was a high-pitched squeak of humiliated rage. “Alex—fuck—you can’t—please—”

Alex laughed, deep and dark, and flexed harder. The motion crushed Jake’s face into the hot, sweaty valley of his armpit. The smell was overwhelming—musky, salty, masculine—and Jake’s struggles only made it worse. His tiny tongue instinctively darted out, licking at the fresh sweat beading on the sensitive skin. Alex moaned at the feeling, his own cock surging to full hardness inside his shorts.

“That’s it,” Alex breathed, dropping the dumbbell and using his free hand to shove Jake deeper. “Clean your little brother’s pit. You used to shove my face in yours and call me a pussy. Now you’re the one drowning in it.”

He kept Jake there for the entire set of shoulder presses, then moved on to bench. Alex laid back on the bench, sweat rolling down the deep valley between his growing pecs. He plucked Jake from his armpit and placed the tiny man right in the center of his chest, right between the heavy, swollen slabs of muscle. Jake’s back pressed against the warm, slick skin; his arms and legs spread wide, trying desperately to find purchase on the shifting terrain of Alex’s pecs.

“Push-ups next,” Alex said, voice husky. “You’re gonna feel every single rep.”

He dropped into position. With each push, his chest flexed and crashed down, smashing Jake between the hard muscle and the bench. The tiny man’s body was ground against the sweaty skin, his face buried in the light dusting of hair between Alex’s nipples. Every time Alex rose, Jake gasped for air, only to be crushed again. The rhythmic pressure made Jake’s tiny cock grind helplessly against the ridge of Alex’s sternum. Pre-cum leaked from the miniature slit, mixing with Alex’s sweat.

By the time Alex finished his set, he was panting, muscles pumped and glistening. He sat up, scooping Jake into his palm. The tiny man was a mess—covered in sweat, hair matted, cock rock-hard and twitching.

“Look at you,” Alex murmured, bringing Jake close to his face. “Still so fucking ripped. But you’re mine now. My little workout bitch.” He dragged his tongue slowly up Jake’s entire body, tasting salt and fear and unwilling arousal. Jake shuddered violently, a broken moan escaping him as Alex’s warm, wet tongue curled around his cock and balls, sucking gently.

Alex stood, walking over to the pull-up bar. He hooked one arm over it, letting his lats flare wide. With the other hand, he peeled down the front of his shorts. His cock sprang free—thick, veined, and already leaking. It was easily twice as long as Jake’s entire body now.

“Time for cardio,” Alex said with a wicked grin.

He lowered Jake slowly, positioning the tiny man’s back against the underside of his heavy cock. Jake’s arms instinctively wrapped around the shaft, legs straddling the thick vein that pulsed beneath him. Alex began doing pull-ups, each rise and fall making his cock bounce and slap against his abs. Jake was forced to ride the massive, sweat-slick rod like a living fleshlight, humping desperately against it as the motion grew more intense.

“Fuck… yeah…” Alex groaned between reps, muscles burning, body growing stronger by the minute. “You’re gonna make me cum while I get bigger for you, bro. Gonna paint that pretty little body of yours.”

Jake’s humiliated cries turned into desperate, needy whimpers. His own tiny cock rubbed frantically against the hot, veined skin of Alex’s shaft. The scent of Alex’s musk was everywhere—crotch, sweat, power. He hated it. He loved it. He couldn’t stop.

Alex’s pace quickened. His lats spread like wings. His biceps peaked. Veins stood out on his forearms. With a guttural roar he dropped from the bar, grabbed his cock in one fist—Jake still pinned against it—and stroked hard.

The orgasm hit like a freight train. Thick ropes of cum erupted from Alex’s cock, splattering across Jake’s entire body, drenching his hair, face, chest, and abs in hot, sticky white. Jake came too, screaming as his miniature load mixed with his brother’s flood.

Alex stood there panting, admiring the sight. Tiny Jake, once his tormentor, now a cum-soaked, muscle-bound speck glistening on his still-hard cock.

He smiled, slow and satisfied, and wiped a strand of cum off Jake’s tiny abs with his thumb.

“Round two in ten minutes,” Alex said, voice low. “Gotta hit legs next. And you’re riding in my shorts the whole time.”

He tucked the dripping, exhausted little man into the sweaty, hairy pouch of his gym shorts, right against his heavy balls.

As Alex loaded the squat rack, he felt Jake’s tiny hands already starting to move again—licking, worshipping, submitting.

The bullying was over.

“Holy shit... Mike!? I-It… it really is you! How???”

Glen was supposed to get picked up from work by his roommate, Mike. He could have sworn he got into the right car, and now was sitting next to a 6 foot muscle giant! He would’ve assumed it was just an awkward mistake on his part, if the guy didn’t just list of TONS of person info on him! Things only his pal Mike would know!

Mike quit flexing for a second as he began his explanation. “Well remember how I told you I wanted to build some muscle? I even got a gym membership and everything!”

“Mike, I think we both know a gym membership doesn’t turn you into a completely different person...”

“I know, I was getting to that! Ok so there I was in the corner of the gym, I was struggling to hit some of the weight I hit back in high school. Suddenly, this literal mountain of a man walks up and offers to spot me. He seemed cool enough from our brief chat, now I’m not gay but I definitely got the vibe he maybe wanted to hit on me but didn’t want to make a big deal of it.”

Mike’s friend Glen rolled his eyes. “Yeah dude, I’m sure every guy at the gym was drooling over you.”

“Glen can you let me finish!”

“Fine, proceed with your story that sounds like the start of a bad porno.”

“Well as I was saying, it turns out he WAS gay but wasn’t helping me just to flirt.”

“Big surprise there.”

Mike shook off the comment and proceeded with the story. “Apparently him and his boyfriend are into really kinky stuff involving, and you wouldn’t believe this…body swaps.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Glen I’m literally sitting next to you and look like another man. I think we’re passed the “Prove it!” phase! As you can see I took the deal. Apparently him and his bf often pick swaps for each other and the theme this time was… *sigh* Ex jock.”

Glen had to hold in a chuckle. Mike had definitely let himself go a bit after high school. It’s like he kept loading up on carbs like he did in the wrestling days but with less workouts to burn them off! He wasn’t a total tub of lard but that developing belly of his was the source of many a joke in their time.

“So wait Mike. From what you’re telling me… that means your current body is getting fu-“

His buddy’s new, veiny hand then clasped over his mouth mid-sentence.

“DON’T say it! …But essentially yeah, he was um, let’s just say very thorough, when explaining to me exactly what my body was in for. Frankly I could have gone without the more explicit details but he insisted I knew what was going to happen. Overall it was wayyy too good of a deal to pass up so I took it!”

“Isn’t he worried you’ll just take his body and run?”

“He said whatever magic crap the used to do this comes with strings. Him and his bf have a sort of passive control of my this body from wherever they’re at. Doesn’t really mean anything unless I fail to show up on our planned day to switch back.”

After hearing his friend’s story Mike was intrigued when he picked up on a not so little something.

“So, any side effect to this swap thing?” Glen asked.

Mike thought to himself. “I think the guy mentioned one last thing as he left but it didn’t hear it too well. Why?”

“Well man, you’ve been kind of handsy with me throughout your little story and you’ve got quite the boner. I’m thinking sexuality’s might be a tad influenced by the swap. Not that it’s too much of a problem for me.”

Mike saw the boner and began to list of a bunch of potential rationalizations and excuses.

--- REPOSTING some of my favorite CYOC stories and adding images to them. This is Dad's Suit from the Chronivac Version 4.0 storyline ----

Jeff tapped away at the keyboard selecting "Dad's Suit" from the drop down menu in the Chronivac application and making his choices:

He hit the submit button and ran to the mirror to look at himself. The first thing he noticed was loosening sensation in his shoes around his toes. Looking down Jeff watched in amazement has the ends of his sneakers pushed outwards and the white leather darkened, becoming shinier by the second.

Within a few seconds, Jeff's sneakers had completely changed into dress shoes that were about three sizes too big for him. He looked down and noticed that his jeans were also darkening as the baggy denim changed into navy pin-striped wool that he recognized as the fabric his dad's suit pants were made from. The darkening moved more quickly now and within another second his jeans had been replaced by smart Italian suit pants that barely hung on his too small waist.

Looking into the mirror, Jeff next saw that his t-shirt was changing, the faint pattern of a dress shirt collar was appearing at his neck and the outline of a tie just below it. Like a submarine rising out of the sea, the collar and tie materialised into solid forms and in an instant the sleeves of his tee shot out to the ends of his fingers where the cuffs buckled and reformed into double cuffs with smart silver cufflinks.

As he looked on, the entire shirt seemed to puff out and in a moment, an outer layer sloughed off from it and began to darken into the suit jacket that matched his trousers. In less than a minute, Jeff's jeans, sneakers ad t-shirt had transformed into smart dress suit, shirt tie and shoes which he now wore though they were far too big for his 18 year old body.

As the clothing transformation completed, Jeff felt a sudden electric charge flash through his body and knew that the physical changes were beginning. The first thing he noticed was that his arms seemed to be lengthening. His hands emerged from the ends of the suit jacket sleeves and in astonishment, he saw hairs growing from the back of them as the aged to resemble those of his 40 year old father. Looking in the mirror, he almost laughed out loud at the ridiculous sight of his over-long arms with hairy hands sticking out of the sleeves.

Next he wobbled slightly as his legs lengthened. Where before, the suit pants had hung on his body, loose and baggy, within ten seconds, they hugged his thighs and buttocks in all the right places and the shoes began to feel more comfortable until they too fit like a glove. Jeff now realised that he looked even sillier than before, the short body of a 15 year old with long adult arms and legs.

The transformation appeared to have stopped and he began to worry he might be stuck until he felt a pressure in his head. New memories and thoughts were flooding into his mind and he now realised that he knew everything his dad did but with all his own personality and thoughts too. He smiled to himself realising that in a few minutes, he would finally have the kind of body he had been dreaming about for years along with the clothes and mind to go with it.

Looking at his reflection in the mirror again, Jeff now noticed that his hair was shrinking back into his head and greying a little at the temples. After a moment, Jeff saw that his chin and jawline were hardening and that his nose too was changing, his reflection seemed to blur slightly in the mirror as hiseyes changed and when he came back into focus, he saw his dad's face looking back at him.

As the end of the two minute transformation approached, Jeff felt a sudden pressure inside him and stared in disbelief as his loose suit jacket and shirt seemed to inflate from within, the hard athletic body of his father, hinted at beneath the cut of the expensive clothes, emerged and in a moment it was over and he was looking at his dad's reflection.

Jeff smiled.

"Cool!" The understatement of the year, was all he could say as he felt his left bicep with his right watching thrilled as the image before him mimicked his movement.

Turning back towards his desk, Jeff luxuriated in the feel of the expensive clothes and the power of this new body. He had intended the transformation to last just ten minutes but that would clearly have to change. His new mind and body were not going anywhere just yet. Jeff sat back at his desk and began to work on the Chronivac.

Jeff smiled to himself feeling the power of his new body and beginning to be turned on by the thought of staying like this for a little while. He decided that if he was going to take the place of his Dad, he would need to get his Dad out of the way so he began to think about what he could do. He started by entering his Dad's name into the Chronivac and immediately he saw his father's profile on the screen including details of his current location (at work) and what he was doing (dictating a letter to his assistant). Seeing this, gave Jeff an idea and he began to type some commands into the Chronivac. First, he was going to transport himself to the office next to his Dad's complete with the Chronivac and the computer. He hit enter and his room dissolved around him only to be replaced by a a stylish office with a desk and computer that he now found himself sat in front of. Looking around, he saw through the blinds on one glass wall, that his Dad was indeed in the next room, dressed identically to him and dictating a message to a homely looking woman with thick glasses that must be Doris, his assistant. Pointing the emitter connected to the computer through the blinds, Jeff began to enter some more commands into the Chronivac control program.

Jeff decided that he was going to have to deal with Doris and his Dad at the same time so he pulled up both of their profiles and began to type. He decided to give Doris a new outlook on life and a better body to go with it. Typing quickly, he reduced her in age to early twenties and gave her a toned but lean body, with rich tanned skin, shaved head, a neatly trimmed black goatee and mustache, black pants that looked sprayed on and a fitted white shirt that showed enough of her new upper body to have the whole typing pool drooling with lust. Doris, now Luis was going to be starting a new career as the only male typist in the pool and keeping all the women and some of the men in the office on their toes with his outgoing personality and party lifestyle.

Next, he began editing his father's profile, he decided that if his Dad was going to be his assistant, he needed to be younger so he lopped ten years off his age taking him to 25, next he decided to play around a little and change his background to Irish. His former Dad was going to be a red head with bright green eyes. He decided to bulk him up a little and just for fun gave him a small scar on his cheek and a slightly bent nose from playing rugby. Jeff changed his Dad's clothes to slightly less expensive versions of the suit and tie combination he was wearing and finally set mental awareness options to 'off' for both his Dad and Doris. Taking a moment, to check all the settings, Jeff pressed the enter key and walked to the glass wall separating the two offices to survey the results.

What Jeff didn't realize is that processing the commands for two people took slightly longer to complete and the computer hadn't finished working on the transformation by the time he got to the glass to look through at his father and Doris. It was therefore with a sense of panic that he felt a jolt run through him as the Chronivac beamed it's slightly delayed transformation instructions at Doris and his father on the other side of the glass as Jeff was standing firmly in the way.

Before he could even react, Jeff felt himself begin to shrink and looking down, saw his expensive Italian suit transform into a cheaper but similar off the shelf version. He suddenly realized that the Chronivac was turning him into the person he had intended his father to become. Looking at his hands, he now saw reddish hairs on the backs of them and felt his slightly increased bulk straining at the fabric of his suit jacket. New memories poured into his head and in a matter of seconds, Jeff was completely gone, replaced by Sean, a former semi-pro rugby player from Ireland who had come over to America to work in his Uncle's computer firm.

Jeff, now Sean, seemed completely oblivious to the fact that he’d just changed and absentmindly did some stretches to relieve the slight cramp he was feeling in his muscles. As he moved around his small office, he glanced through the large window and to his surprise, watched his boss flying across the room towards Doris, his assistant. Sean was wide-eyed as he saw the two of their bodies were squeezed together, creating a single horrifying mess of body parts.

The amalgamation quickly became a flesh-colored featureless blob, before reshaping into a single humanoid being. Before long, the combination of Jeff’s dad and Doris became a naked, muscular, and olive-skinned man standing completely still in the office. His flat groin grew into a hefty shaft with balls to match, and a neat goatee and moustache grew onto his handsome face. The tattered remains of the previous two’s clothes rose off the ground and wrapped around his body, forming an expensive-looking shirt and trousers which fit a little too tightly on his muscular frame, showing off every little bulge and curve to the entire office.

After a few seconds of stillness, Sean still agape at what he just watched, Luis opened his eyes. He looked around at first, before patting himself down and sitting down at the desk. Sean looked around to see if anyone else had noticed, but as he did he realised that there was a strange laptop-like device on his desk that wasn’t there before. He walked over to it to check the screen, and realised that it had detailed information, pictures, and statistics about Luis on the screen. He sat down at his desk to investigate further, quickly finding a similar page for himself. Analysing the information, he found it to be completely accurate to reality, but also noticed that the boxes seemed to be editable. Maybe this was what created Luis? He flicked back over to Luis’ page, and experimentally changed his arm size from 14” to 17”. He pressed enter, and sure enough Luis’ biceps swelled up, stretching his already tightly fit shirt.

Sean wonders who else he can merge, as merging people into one consumes less space, and he can create very handsome men for his company. He found a girl that previously was Jeff's sister and a woman that was previously Jeff's mom, and he got an idea what to do with them. After inputting commands, his ex-mother and ex-sister got transported into the room, with their awareness turned off. He checks the information and sees that in this new reality they are a family of a lone mother and her daughter. Sean agrees that this is somewhat unfair, as he wants for them to have a place in this new reality, and starts inputting the commands. He takes his ex-mother's info and rewrites it, now making her to be John, a muscular ex-wrestler who came to this company along with Sean, and with them being best bros. Then he writes the exact same information for his sister and after checking if both information boxes are the same, he finalizes the changes and watches the miracle unfold.

Woman in a housewife dress and a young lady in cute clothes with skirt start pulling together, forming a blob of flesh, losing all their ladylike features before then forming into a body of a muscle man with no hair on top of his head, perfectly shining shaved head, no beard, a big chiseled jawline, big bicepts and a noticeable bulge in his pants. After the merge is complete, the fused person, John, stands and starts relaxing his muscles before starting to flex them. Then he walks to great Luis. Sean watches both of them giving handshakes to each other and it sure is fitting, as they were husband and wife in their past life. Getting a hand of merging people, Sean thinks what else he can do.

Kieren and his dad Hank had just swapped bodies. Hank was convinced it was caused by Kieren saying the words “I wish I had a body like yours,” after losing an underwear wrestling match to him in the living room.

Hank wasn’t completely wrong, but Kieren knew it was saying what he did in combination with the wising tag he had burned in his room a few minutes before. The tag would only work once after being burned, so Kieren knew that no matter how many more times he wished for them to swap, they would not swap back. He played dumb and kept repeating the phrase at his father’s behest. His plan to steal Hank’s muscular fatherly body was going off without a hitch.

From the look on his face, Kieren knew that Hank had given up on the phrase swapping them back. He had had each of them say it at least twenty times.

“Maybe it was the wrestling match that triggered the body swap,” suggested Kieren as innocently as possible, finding himself turned on by his new middle aged voice.

“I suppose it could have been,” said Hank sounding a bit hopeful as he got into position to have a rematch.

Kieren used his superior strength in his new body to pin his dad in all sorts of positions. He could no longer suppress his new body’s need to have an erection.

“Eww!” Shouted Hank while in a backwards headlock, “That’s my own body’s penis you’re pressing against me!”

“Sorry dad,” said Kieren. “Though by the looks of it, you’re enjoying our little wrestling match too..” he alluded to Hank’s 18 year old boner sticking slightly out of his tighty whities.

“What the hell?!” Yelled Hank, looking down at his new privates. “You will not talk to me like that. Now let go of me and we’ll figure out this body swap business tomorrow.” He blushed and stormed out of the room with his teenage boner leaking on the way out.

You're quite fortunate I'm not a genie, my friend. It could have been so easy to take your words to the most logical of extremes... Twist them into something that clearly wasn't what you intended, despite following your petition to the letter.

But there's no need to cruel after you made such an earnest wish. After all, who wouldn't love to be a huge man who's respected and adored?

Especially when it's so easy to give it to you...

---

You just had gotten home. Tired, yet happy you would get some time to rest... Alongside your boyfriend.

He was a great man. In all aspects. A wonderful personality and sense humor. Great talent for anything related to sex. And he clearly adored you. Still, he was huge: towering, muscular and hung. Some may say he was the perfect man. You the first among them. In regular circumstances, you wouldn't change a thing about him.

Conversely, you were rather average or even tiny next to him. Not that tall, rather slim. And your cock wasn't that much to boast about. Not that your boyfriend had ever made you feel any lesser because of it. No, he pampered you, and loved to submit to your will at every chance he got. It was almost funny, all things considered. He was such a big intimidating man, but loved to adore you, down on his knees, obeying your every m word.

Was this fate playing a bad joke? Clearly you made a great couple, but in a way you had ended with the wrong bodies. Your boyfriend would have been happier on your smaller physique, while you didn't want anything more than be bigger than him. If only there had been a way to rectify that...

That's why it was impossible to help your excitement when you saw it: a package in front of your door. A package made especially for you. It was a pink box, with white letters saying: HEXCHANGE.

You knew exactly what they were. Being a regular on the world of transformations, you had heard of Mr. Hexum, as well as his company Hexum Industries. You had asked for his help, and this was his answer.

Getting inside, you still had some time alone. Your boyfriend got home exactly half an hour after you did.

You opened the box, and saw two pills inside: a pink one, and a white one. They were small, like half the size of an aspirin. It was almost hard to believe these could do anything.

Next to the pills you found the instructions. They were rather simple: whoever took the pink pill would be the receiver, and whoever took the white pill would be the donor. Once both individuals had consumed the pills, the receiver just needed to wish for whatever trait the donor had.

The instructions gave a simple example: John had a girlfriend, Jane, who was taller than him. So, after taking the pills, he simply wished to take some inches of height for himself. Afterwards, he had reversed the height difference. It even came with small cartoon comic, something reminiscent of the 1950s advertisements, to illustrate the change and how it all worked.

The other side of the instructions came with the warnings: It was important to consume the pills with water, to ensure the body was able to absorb the magic properly. Also, the pills effect would only work for about three hours, after which no exchanges could be made. Finally, all swaps were reversible during the three hours the pill were in effect. Afterwards, another order of Hexchange pills would be necessary to reverse anything.

A final warning had to do with someone consuming both pills, but you ignored it. You already had a target, so why risk it? This wasn't an opportunity that you could afford to waste.

After all, this was an experimental product. With high demand and low stock. So it may be difficult to get a second package after already getting the first. It may easily be impossible, especially if the product proves unpopular.

As things stood, you couldn't waste this chance.

You explained everything to your boyfriend once he got home. Clearly, he didn't believe a thing. Probably assumed you were proposing to role-play, and you had already began doing so before him agreeing joining.

It didn't matter, however. As long as he did what he had to do, and swallow the correct pill, then it didn't matter if he didn't believe you. His belief, or lack thereof, wouldn't change the effects of the Hexchange pills had for the both of you.

"Very well, Leo," he said, that lovely fool, with a knowing smile. "I'll let you take anything you want from me, by taking this white pill. And suuurely it'll work. I want you to make sure to take everything you want!"

You didn't try to defend yourself. Why would you do so? Proving your boyfriend wrong was going to be quite easy. Once the pill was on his system, he would be helpless against your ambition.

This sole thought was enough to make you hard. To have such a tremendous control over him... More control than I've ever had before...

You barely contained your enthusiasm as you saw your boyfriend swallow the pill. Playful, he even opened his mouth so you could corroborate he had actively consumed the white pill. Soon after that, you swallowed the pink one.

Seconds later, you felt it. Both of you did, in fact. Once the pills finally reached each stomach: it was like a warmth extended outwards from your belly, reaching even the farthest corners of your body. Comforting, invigorating. A warmth so wonderful it was made any hesitation you heart may still have disappear as if it had never existed.

Your boyfriend felt in a similar way. A sleepy smile as he looked at you. Wouldn't it be nice to go for a nap? It was all so cozy...

But no. The three hour time frame was already too short. You couldn't afford to lose any amount of time without the certainty of having enough time. It was now or never. A chance like this didn't present itself everyday.

There was nothing more foolish that squandering it. And you were no fool.

"I wish that I grow, taking one inch from you until you were... 5'3". Yes, 5'3"..." you said, looking at your boyfriend with renewed interest. Feeling almost impatient for the changes to finally occur.

The effect was immediate.

Your boyfriend, that had always been well over 6 feet tall, was quickly growing shorter in front of your eyes. Not only because he was losing height, but because you were gaining from his loss.

Soon, you looked eye to eye (a first). Seconds later he had your former height. Then he had lost a whole foot compared to his original size. Eventually, he was merely 5'3", and not a fraction of an inch above it. He looked so dense and swole! His already impressive muscles had not diminished at all. They were only compressed, giving your boyfriend such a stocky and stout figure, he barely looked real.

As for you? All the height he had lost had been transferred to you. Your boyfriend was now shorter than you had originally been, making you even more of a giant that he ever was.

Or could have ever been.

Unfortunately, you also looked almost gaunt. Stretched out. Your body had changed its structure to adapt to this new height, but you hadn't really gained any weight or muscle yet. What a slender figure you had now! Enough you wouldn't be surprise if the wind could take you away, were you not careful enough while standing outside.

Still, your hands and feet were huge. Enough that you had to take off your shoes as soon as the transfer began. Otherwise... Well, it was better to not think what would have happened. Comparing your bare feet to your shoe was enough to make yourself and idea... Ouch.

"Wait... How did... How is this... Leo! They were real? The pills were real?" your boyfriend asked, yelling, panicked. "How can this be? I..."

And could you blame him?

He had gone from a man who rarely needed to look up at anyone, to one who was undeniably short. The room alone should feel so much bigger. His clothes looked like bedsheets on him.

"Of course they are real, babe. Why would I have lied? Don't worry, though... I'll take care of you, little guy. Nothing will ever happen to you."

"Little... Guy?" your boyfriend asked, his eyes wide as he was forced to crane his neck to look at your face. "I'm not a..."

"Shhh..." you said, with a smirk. Your hand looked massive, despite how slim it was, as you used your finger to shut him up. "There's nothing for you to worry about."

He gulped. You were so close now. Making him truly aware of how bigger than him you had become. How cute he looked...

"I wish I had all your muscle tone..." you said, gazing into your boyfriend's eyes. "Until you become as skinny as I currently am."

"You what?" your boyfriend asked, shocked. "But... It's years of..."

Looking down at himself, the exaggerated muscles he now owned began to deflate. Panicked, he tried to grab his pecs. But soon the mass had dwindle enough no trace of them could be found. His chest was completely flat.

But not only that. His clothes, that had been kept somewhat in place thanks to his bulging muscles, were now simply too big for his physique. He was no longer the massive jock he had been but a few minutes ago.

If anything, he was a twink. Or perhaps an otter. For he still had his body hair and that lovely beard of his.

You almost felt bad about stealing years of work from him. He didn't seem to enjoy this kind of theft that much... At the beginning. Yet the way he was looking at you presently... Maybe it was starting to grow on him, as ironic as it was.

"Undress," you ordered. Not loudly. There was no need to speak loud.

Obeying came so naturally to him, he didn't even realize he was taking his clothes off until a moment after. Perhaps because he was too distracted looking at you. Eyes wide, mouth slack with awe and horny curiosity.

After all, not only were your clothes completely shredded. Both transfers simply had done a number so catastrophic, nothing could be saved from your current outfit. Not that you minded. Garments seem too little of a sacrifice to become this herculean of a man. With a body like this there's little point in wearing clothes at all.

Thusly, you also took your clothes off. There was no point for modesty while alone with your boyfriend. Even more so when your clothes were so utterly ruined.

At last, both of you were naked.

"You are huge... Leo... It's just... Wow"

"I'm sure you love it, don't you?" you said, flexing your arm for him. "I'm rectifying what nature got wrong. I'm finally making myself the man you deserve to submit to. The man you'd beg to worship."

Your boyfriend was nodding, probably unaware he was doing so. How easy was to agree with you now that you looked like this! Any hesitation he may have had was superseded by lust, and the wonder that came from your transformation.

Holding his face, you relished on how huge your hands were now. Not only were they long. They were thick. Meaty. One of them alone was almost as big as your boyfriend's whole face. How exhilarating! You've never felt so powerful. You've never felt manlier.

"Since you seemed excited now..." you said, caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. "Tell me, baby, what else do you want me to take from you? I'll let you choose one single thing. Something that's completely your decision... Something you want me to steal from you..."

Kissing him, he was unable to respond immediately. His mind clearly obfuscated by the transformations that had already taken place. And by the sensation of being so small and you so massive.

After all, it hadn't even been half an hour since you began using the pills. How could be expected of your boyfriend to keep with this experience?

"My cock..." he said, out of breath, smiling at the prospect. Eyes on you, so loving and trusting. So devoted. "Steal my size... Please..."

"Are you sure?" you asked, raising his chin with your index, ensuring he looked at your eyes.

"Positive... I want you to... I want you to be my superior in every way... Please take my cock. You'll use it better than I ever could..."

You loved him too much to not oblige.

There was no need to say the wish out loud. Merely thinking it was enough. And you soon discovered this to be true.

Grabbing his cock, you marveled at it, caressing it just below the head. It truly was a thing of beauty. Long, fat and uncut. The kind of dick most men would kill to have. The kind of cock that felt only made sense on a porn film. And your boyfriend, willingly, without you forcing him in any way, was giving it to you.

How could you ever not love him?

Despite having a large hand, his erection was still bigger... It was even bigger than your extended hand, from palm to the tip of your fingers. At least at first. Eventually your hand was able to completely cover it.

Soon you just needed your palm.

Seconds later even that was too much.

It got to a point you couldn't even grab his cock. Only your index and thumb were able to hold it, barely. Even a smaller hand, such as your boyfriend's, would struggle holding such a small cock. It had compressed so much, you were almost confident it had gone beyond simply being small.

Yet, as arousing as his shrunken cock could be, what awaited between your legs surpassed it greatly.

It was huge. Easily ten inches, maybe more. It almost looked fake. But it suited you. Suited your new giant self. With such a big body, anything less would have been underwhelming. A godlike body like yours deserved a godlike cock like this one...

"Boy that's big!" your boyfriend exclaimed, so shocked he didn't find any restrain. "You're even bigger than I ever was... In every sense..."

Falling to his knees, he looked as if trapped on a trance. One so delightful it would be cruel to wake him up from it. As if he vad entered the sweetest of dreams, and was being offered the most delectable delicacy in the land.

He was almost too short, on his knees, to adore your new endowment. You've never imagined him being this small. Yet it felt so correct. As if his soul was finally showing on his flesh.

Isn't he the cutest thing? These pills are a godsend...

"You know what to do, babe. You already know what to do..."

He nodded at your words, eyes shining so beautifully. Your hand was already on his hair, guiding him to the stolen treasure he so ardently desired. As he did so, you decided to take something else from him.

And what did you wish for? His body hair... His beard, the hair from his chest, arms, legs, pits... From almost everywhere...

He didn't notice. As he forced his mouth as open as possible, the perfect beard on his face began to recede. Shrinking inwards, until his face was as smooth as a baby's. As if no hair had even grown there.

And perhaps it would never grow again.

Similarly, the hair on the rest of his body seemed to also be going away. Not even his pubes were safe. Leaving his tiny hard rod completely exposed. The lack of hair made it look slightly bigger, but it also made it look so infantile it balanced things out. His slender form was such a contrast from his original manly body, it should have been shocking. It shouldn't feel this... Right.

His tongue, such a devoted worshiper, was already on your cock. Distracting your mind from whatever you were thinking, as he played with the tip of your dick. As he enjoyed the taste of your leaking pre cum.

Soon, he was half way. The amount of cock, both inside and outside his mouth, could be compared to an average dick. It was incredible to see. Your cock was so huge it looked like two average dicks stacked on top of each other.

Thank God I got these pills! Best decision od my life!

Could your boyfriend even get it all? Perhaps you were too big for him... After all, his whole body is so much smaller... He may simply not have enough space inside of him.

"You can do it, baby. I know you can," you said, quietly. Warmly. Your voice however, displeased you some.

It could be deeper... Invested with authority. Made impossible to question...

So you wished for it. For some of the depth is his voice. Just until you had a proper baritone. Just enough so you sounded like a man you can't afford not to listen to.

And you could listen to the difference. The way your boyfriend's needy whimpers and moans were of a higher register now. Long gone was the masculine man he had once been. Small, slim, hairless, with a tiny dick and a high voice. He was the quintessential twink.

Almost.

Only one thing was left to make your wish a reality. Only one thing to take from him, and become the man you always wanted to be.

Just as your boyfriend had finally gotten the entirety of your cock inside his mouth, you wished for it. To take his age, until he was merely twenty years old. It was the only way: how else could you become the daddy you wanted... No, needed to be?

And so you aged. Some years older. Enough for it to be observable. A few wrinkles, more pronounced entries, the stray white hair here and there. However, the years were kind to you. Not because you looked young, but because you seemed charmingly mature instead of old.

The sexiest daddy the world have ever seen. That's who you were becoming. That's who you always wanted to be.

Your boyfriend, on the flipside, was younger. His skin softer, his hair fuller. The slender frame he had acquired so recently thinned even more. Giving him that lean look so unique to youth. Something graceful and delicate.

He was so tiny, so small. On every sense of the word.

And he was yours alone.

That was enough for you to reach your peak. You came inside his mouth with what felt a unstoppable force. Ropes of hot cum going down his slender throat, as you held his beautiful face. Firmly, yet with such gentleness...

"That was incredible!" your boyfriend's voice truly was higher now. Even more so due to his renewed youth. Your cock had slid out of his mouth with a pop, glimmering with his saliva. A trail of cum sliding down the side of his mouth. "I never knew being transformed could make sex so much hotter!"

You smiled.

"We're not done yet, boy. Let's go to bed. I'll show ya what daddy is capable of," you had helped him up as you said it, holding his tiny waist as you two walked to the bedroom.

You could never forget the sex you had that night...

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The next morning, you woke up with him in your arms. He was the little spoon. Always had been. Now it was even easier. He was as light as a feather, and so small...

Sun beams were already covering you and your boyfriend, illuminating your shared bedroom. He looked so placid in your arms. Even more youthful and innocent than last night... It was such an incredible thing to withness...

Wait. That means... Oh.

You hadn't reversed the changes. Not that you ever wanted to. But wouldn't this cause issues? Would anyone recognize you at work? Or your boyfriend? At most both of you looked like relatives of your previous selves. Neither looked anything alike your previous original selves.

Trying to not wake him up, you stood up and went for your wallet. Only to learn reality seemed to have shifted too. Your driver's license said it all. Year of birth was different. Your height was different. Everything you had changed had also been modified on all your documents.

The same was true on your boyfriend's license. And the photos of you two on the walls and your phone? All changed. Your previous self had been completely erased, and now you truly were this sexy towering daddy.

You returned to bed, embracing your boyfriend back. His eyes opened, and he smiled, looking up at you. He squeezed himself against your body, seeking your warmth and the safety your huge body so naturally provided.

Said embrace didn't last, however. For your boyfriend went underneath the sheets, his mouth craving for your massive cock again.

Truly, you had created the perfect life for the two of you.

And there was no going back.