Body Swap Stories I Like

There wasn't much to do in Suburbia over the summer, especially if you were as unpopular as I was. Sure, I'd managed to collect several friends in college, but unfortunately we all lived in different cities. I wasn't lucky enough to be able to afford an apartment over the summer, which meant I was stuck back home. Discord helped counter some of the loneliness, sure, but it was the glacial pace of the weekday afternoons that was slowly driving me to boredom. So when I heard the doorbell, of course I thought it was some door to door salesman or something.

Instead, it was Dale-- the next door neighbor who used to be one of my closest friends... until he abandoned me in High School once the Football team offered him an "in" with the cool kids. "Can I come in?" he asked, scuffing his foot on the cement porch. I glared at him, trying to figure out just how much audacity he must have to be here after he made four of the past five years of my life a living hell.

"Alright, look," he said, staring intently at the door. It was uncharacteristically awkward of him, and it was throwing me off guard. "I know I was an asshole, and you're not obligated to forgive me. But I... look, one year in college was enough to show me just how unfair I was to you, and I... was hoping you'd allow me to make it up to you somehow? So that we can be friends again?" He looked into my eyes, and I could almost swear they were starting to water.

But how could it ever be enough? I scowled, crossing my arms as I glared at him. "So the rumors were true. You were outed as a gay man, and now everyone's abandoned you." I expected him to deflect, to get mad, to-- to do something!... but instead he just stared at the ground. I had gone too far. "Alright, look. I feel bad for you, I do, but... do you have any idea how much hurt you caused me? That doesn't all go away just because you've also been hurt. Just what do you think you could offer that would make me forgive you?"

He tapped the side of his neck, just under his ear. "You've got a Swapper unit, right? How about I give you access to my body, no strings attached?" He flashed me a suave grin and he flexed his bicep. No wonder he showed up at my door without wearing a shirt, he wanted to make sure I'd noticed all of the muscle he'd gained over the past few years. "And not just for tonight," he added. "Neither of us have a job over the summer, right? You can wear my body to all of the local parties I've been invited to-- hell, you can score some pussy in my body, I don't mind."

I hated to admit it, but I was definitely intrigued by his offer. My v-card was practically burning a hole in my pocket, and being inside of Dale's sexy body instead of my thin, gangly frame would make that so much easier to deal with. I gestured him inside, and he flopped down on the living room couch just like old times. "I... okay, obviously I'm interested, but... what's in it for you?"

"Well, for starters, I'd get one of my close friends back," he said, smiling at me. "But also... you were right, I got outed. A lot of people are trying to freeze me out ever since I got caught in the locker rooms with Jeff. But no one has any proof, and the person who caught us is kind of an asshole. So I figure, if people see my body hooking up with women, maybe this whole thing will blow over. I'm not exactly excited to go back into the closet, but... locker room talk, you know how it is." He paused for a few moments, glancing over at me. "Well, you don't, but trust me. Everyone loves getting their dick sucked by some twink on the downlow, but when it's a teammate sucking dick, suddenly that's a big deal."

He must have seen the concerned look on my face, because he started to panic again. "Not that I'd be sucking dick in your body," he added, wringing his hands. "I wouldn't be any having sex in your body if you're not cool with it, that's disrespectful. I'd just spend the evenings in my room, playing video games. Promise. And I... if you want, I could also take your body to the gym, build up some muscle for you?" He looked truly desperate, and I had to admit I was starting to feel bad for the guy. The two of us, sitting here like this... it reminded me of all of the good times we used to have.

"Alright, I accept," I said, letting out a deep sign. I wanted to stay angry, but seeing him in front of me, begging this hard... I didn't have it in me to reject him to his face. He reached out to shake my hand, but I stopped short. "I'm restating the terms. No sex or alcohol in my body, but I can have sex and alcohol in your body. You're cool with it, but I'm not. And no limits to how many parties I can attend in your body-- you can only deny me a body swap if you've got a family thing planned. Break either of those terms, and you're dead to me."

"Scout's honor," he said, offering his hand again. I shook his hand, and he wrapped me in a quick bro hug just like old times. "You wanna swap right now? Mike's throwing a party later tonight, and I promised I'd be there. Maybe later we can catch up, play some League or something, but I figured for your first party, you'd want time to prepare." I couldn't help but laugh. Even after all this time, he knows me so well.

And that's how I found myself standing in the middle of Dale's room, checking out his body in the mirror and sporting a half-chub at how good I looked. I should probably be happy to have one of my childhood friends back, but... to be honest, I was mostly just daydreaming about all of the sex I was going to have in his body this summer. I've seen his Instagram selfies, I'm fully aware of what I'm getting out of this trade. I'm not about to let any of that time go to waste.

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"Dale, why did you swap with him? That body looks like ass." My boyfriend had invited me over to his place like always, but I had kept most of my afternoon a secret. I warned Jeff that I was probably going to be wearing my neighbor's body for most of the summer, and that was all that I told him in advance. "You told me this was a good surprise. Nothing about your neighbor's body is good."

I just rolled my eyes at him. I loved him, but Jeff could be so shallow sometimes. Here I was trying to give him sexy fun times, but he couldn't get past my borrowed face. "Look, not every guy can be as hot as I am, alright? It's still me inside of here. And don't forget that I wouldn't have to resort to lending my body out to my lame-ass neighbor if someone could take a cock up the butt without screaming his head off. Besides, you haven't seen what I'm packing." I dropped my boxers to the floor and kicked them aside, letting my new nine-inch coke can do the talking. He was struck speechless, and I took advantage of that rare moment to lay seductively across his bed. "I trust this body has your approval now?"

"Holy shit, yes!" Jeff climbed onto the bed next to me without taking his eyes off of my erection. "This dork is packing all of that?" he asked, practically drooling at the sight of it.

I gave it a few tugs, letting some precum build up at the tip. "I told you it was a good surprise. I've known he was packing a big one ever since we were in Middle School, but I never thought I would get a chance to enjoy it like this. Anyway-- I had to pretend that I wouldn't be having sex in his body, so I can't really do anything other than top."

"Just wait and see, man. I can turn into this stud in matter of seconds,"

"Yeah, right. I don't think that's possible, Damian."

Bryan was just driving home sad from a bad breakup when he caught the attention of an incubus named Matias.

When Matias saw Bryan, he immediately said, "Hmm, he has the perfect body and looks.... looks like he's the perfect vessel hehehe..."

Then he secretly followed, invisible to Bryan, until he reached home.

Once he reached home, he immediately went to his bedroom, took off his clothes and was gonna go cry his eyes out on his couch when he felt a sudden chill course through him.

The moment he looked up, Matias immediately got him in a chokehold.

"You're now MINE!" Matius said to Bryan before doing a spell to cast Bryan's soul out of his body.

When the spell started to take hold, Bryan could feel his soul beginning to travel up his throat and when it exited his mouth, his physical body fell onto the bed.

Then Matias took the soul stone in his hand and looked at it before crushing it in his hand, erasing the real Bryan out of existence.

"Now... where were we?"

Matias put his hands in Bryan's mouth and went inside his body, stretching his mouth wide like a costume as he popped his head inside.

Bryan's body continued to crack from all the stretching it needed to accomodate Matias' full takeover with no resistance from its previous owner.

Eventually, the possession was complete and Matius Brian grinned wickedly and pulled off his pants to see what he's working with.

When he saw his new growing bulge, he gave it a hard slap, and immediately cums due to the tension.

You know what sucks when you have the ability to swap your appearance with others that no one ever talks about? No one ever talks about what happens when your ability loses its appeal. My power lets me swap my physical appearances with guys that I see in person, and I guess reality warps along with the swap so nobody but myself is aware that we look different. There’s no risk to swapping!

When I unlocked my ability in high school, it was great! Got to be the jocks, my crushes, the hot teachers… but I quickly learned I was still seen as me. A little weird being treated like a 14 year old when I was in the assistant coach’s 24 year old body. College was the same, but more freedom and well, got to really explore having some fun with other guys bodies. But now? Now I’m in my early 30s and there’s something about swapping with a college jock or frat guy that quickly loses its appeal when I’m still seen as me and my age.

So I have this awesome gift and have to protect my reputation after the swaps cause I’m still seen as me… so how do I keep fresh, and interesting? And well, shockingly with age, I accept my normal self and appearance. So what is a happy medium? Well with routine, I get to have fun and notice some regulars whose schedules line up with mine. Take this guy:

We go to the store almost every two weeks, so for two weeks I get to look like him. He’s more muscular than I, and he has a strong core, but I can still get away with eating and drinking with minimal impact on his physique (ugh gym bros and athletes are awful to swap with due to maintaining their bodies, so high maintenance). But back to my store swap, after getting his appearance and dressing still as my nerdy self, just with his bulk… it feels great! The tightness of my clothes as my muscles expand, the sound of tears appearing as my clothes are too small and tight with his frame. Not to mention he’s slightly bigger than me in the cock department… but his ass is bigger, so it’s fun to play with.

For two weeks I get to be him and have fun with body, and then I swap back when I run across him in the store. My body is usually sore from his workouts and some muscle is gained from the break, and he gets to walk around with a slightly sore ass from my adventures. And he’s not the only one I swap with. Walking to work I get the advantage of seeing some cute guys on their way to work too. And one of them I see daily, so excuse me while I go ahead and get a new look for a little bit. It’s all about balance, and the little things to keep things entertaining.

I hate my friend some times. We met in college and he was so fun and wild back then. Now we’re in our thirties, and he’s calmed down. He’s still a nerdy goofball, but he has an office job and other responsibilities.

I’m doing alright too with teaching and coaching at the community college, but I want my life to be different. My friend just seems so content, and whenever he agrees with me that life could be different he always says “Even if life isn’t what I expected, I’m happy with what I have.” And that pisses me off! It shouldn’t, but it does. Well, I have found a spell that will allow me to transform myself and life into something else… but I still have my doubts about it working. My friend is so content with his life, well I want him with me in my new life and I need to test this spell out on someone to see if it works.

I invited my friend over to hang out (I had to plan this out in advance due to schedules), and after a few drinks and games, I snuck off to the bathroom. I focused on my friend in my mind, and read the incantation on the parchment… the parchment ignited into flames and I dropped it into the open toilet bowl. I panicked cause that was a complex incantation that I couldn’t memorize and… and it’s gone! Fuck! Wait what about my friend? I left the bathroom to head back to where we were hanging out.

When I got back there, my jaw dropped. The spell definitely worked. My friend was absolutely jacked, he had regressed in age like a decade, and he was flexing absentmindedly as he gamed.

“Hey man, how are you feeling?” I asked.

“Sup bruh! Feeling great, especially when I look like this” he said as he flexed his arms at me.

“It’s getting late, aren’t you worried about work tomorrow?”

“Coach c’mon, y’know practice isn’t until the afternoon. It’ll be cool, I don’t got classes in the morning.”

Well shit… as soon as he said this, I started to feel new memories appear in my mind. The spell definitely worked changed my friend’s life and body. Wait, why is he here if he’s a student?

“Remind me again why we hang out together?”

“Coach c’mon! Don’t do me dirty life that!” He said as he paused his game.

He shuffled almost bashfully in the chair.

“Coach, we hang out cause you’re like the big bro I never had… and I would have flunked out without your help.”

“That’s right… well you need to sleep then. You can crash here tonight.”

“Hell yeah, Coach!”

He then proceeded to give me a massive bear hug that knocked the wind out of me.

He went to sleep on my couch, and I looked at his ID. Same name, different age and face. I looked at his social media accounts and saw his fitness posts and some party posts… more memories are appearing in my mind. Apparently him crashing at my place is normal.

…

A couple days later.

Fuck! I can’t find the place that sold me the spell. I can’t fix my friend, I can’t get a new life for me. I miss his old self so much more than I thought I would. This new version is a himbo meathead that seems allergic to clothes. I wanted a new life for the both of us, yet I lost my friend and chance.

David was walking along the sidewalk on the way home from class on a Friday afternoon when he stumbled upon a ring on the ground outside the local magic shop

He knew the store, it wasn’t MAGIC-magic, it’s just where one could buy party tricks, costumes, and other magic stuff so he didn’t suspect a thing.

“This must be worth a lot, I can’t believe someone would’ve just dropped this” he said as he inspected the ring.

The ring itself was just an ordinary ring but had a large green crystal as the main gem. So with no one in the vicinity immediately looking for it, he decided to take it home with him.

At home, he went straight to his room to inspect his latest find at his desk. He realized he needed to clean and organize his desk because it still had all the Tolkien books and D&D stuff from the night prior.

Inspecting the ring further, he wanted to see if it actually would fit on him. When he inspected the ring earlier on the sidewalk, it was relatively huge compared to his hands and fingers but when he brought it out, it looked like it shrank to adjust to his proportions

“Was it always this small? i swear when I picked this up it was bigger” he said as he inspected it. It was still the same ring but now it looked like it was made for him. After a few more checks, he decided to put it on.

The moment he put it on, it started glowing and emitting a light that shone the same color green as the gem

“ooookay that’s weird” he exclaimed, shocked as the ring lit up without a power source “I know they don’t make batteries this small” he added. The ring kept shining a green light into his room until it landed on a poster of a D&D Barbarian.

David always had that poster up because he liked playing the Barbarian in almost every D&D campaign with his friends. He always liked it because it was a formidable, high-hit-point frontline warrior who thrives in close combat. They excel at tanking, dealing massive damage, and providing survival utility through strength-based skills. And, he always dreamed of having that body as he regularly tried hitting the gym every now and then to keep up with his favorite character.

“I must be dreaming, gotta take this off” he said but by the moment he tried removing the ring, something strange started happening — he noticed the Barbarian in the poster start getting thinner as his own body started growing right before his eyes

“HOLY SHIT” he boomed as he saw his body inflate with muscle upon muscle as the Barbarian in the poster kept shrinking

It didn’t sttart in any particular place but his body just swelled in proportion to the character displayed on his wall.

His chest ballooned out fast as if jutting out of him, pecs as firm and big as the man in the poster started forming on his body stretching out the fabric to its limits. His shoulders followed suit as they grew and rounded out as they stretched further horizontally to give him the same width as his favorite D&D character.

His arms were growing simultaneously as well. His biceps and triceps grew in to almost twice the size of his original arm width to the point that his shirt sleeves were stretched to their limits from the sheer size of his new arms. Veins started criss-crossing the entire length as it started supplying the new muscle that formed

He had to adjust how he sat at his desk chair because he also felt as if he grew in height. His torso and legs lengthened a bit to match the same posture as a Barbarian would have. To be able to tower over everyone in the party to really show off dominance and strength

After a few minutes, the light from the ring dimmed on its own. Once the changes finally came to a stop, he rushed to his bathroom to really inspect the changes

“oh fuuuuuck” he said shockingly as he took off his shirt and inspected himself in the bathroom mirror

As he saw on his desk, the changes really did take effect on his body as everything about him grew to massive proportions - he saw how he now sported pecs that casted shadows and now he had an actual solid 6-pack!

“I always wondered what I’d look like if my workouts paid off” he said inquisitively

He inspected his arms, definitely 2x the size now versus just a few minutes ago. He instinctively flexed them and saw how huge the bicep rose and fell from his arm, how the tricep really looked like a horseshoe got shoved into his skin.

Interestingly enough he didn’t feel the weight of his newfound bulk as it seemed that his body just grew accustomed to the new strength and size.

“I’ve got to test these out tomorrow at the gym” he said as he rushed back to his bed. Funny thing was he also felt extremely riled up and felt as if he had so much more energy that he didn’t feel like sleeping but something else started showing up from all that excitement

He saw how a third leg practically showed up out of nowhere at full mast. “Haha oh shit that wasn’t that big before” he told himself as he discovered the ring had also improved his manhood to match the new body. He pulled down his boxers and started the deed. David was already furiously going at it while also seeing how his new muscles were moving and responding to the action

He felt up his pecs and flexed his new massive biceps as he kept going “oh this’ll be so good!! I canmt wait for tomorrow!! GrAAH!!” As he finished and immediately dozed off to sleep

The following day, he got up to get ready for his weekly workouts at the gym. He normally would have just worn regular shirt and shorts but as he tried getting ready, he saw how both those pieces of clothes wouldn’t even barely fit him. “Okay this might be an issue” he said as he rummaged through his closet for clothes.

Luckily he found a tank too shirt he used to wear during summer — he assumed it would fit him because it didn’t have any sleeves to fit his new massive arms and shoulders. “There, finally something that fits, time to head out and test these guns!” He said as he went out for the gym

Once in the gym, he started testing out his usual workout routine and was surprised at how light his usual weights were now “I can’t believe how light these are, should try for heavier”

As he did bicep curls, he kept changing the weights from 15, 20, 25, and 30 until he ended up around 40 or 45 to finally start feeling actual weight “this is more than 3x the weight I could usually curl FUCK” he said to himself as he pressed on with his exercise. “I can’t wait to get bigger” he added

As he said that, the ring on his finger started shining again. “Didn’t realize I still had this thing on” he realized as the gem glowed the same green as last night. What was weird though was no one else in the gym could see the light - luckily enough he guessed as it would’ve been weird.

The light on the ring shone straight into the direction of one of the big bodybuilder trainers in the gym “you want me to get closer?” He asked himself as the ring was faintly pulling him towards the trainer’s direction

David followed him and the ring into the locker room where the trainer went to his locker to fix his stuff for his next client. To make it believable why he was in there with him, he took off his shirt and acted like he was going to his own locker too.

Unbenknownst to the trainer, David was standing far behind him with the ring casting its green light onto him.

As he pointed his arm out to the trainer, the light shone stronger and stronger eventually casting a full green glow onto the man. It showed off the musculature, each and every carved muscle the man had from yesrs of training and diets

That’s when the familiar feeling from last night came back.

As the light kept shining onto the trainer, David could see how the trainer was getting smaller. His muscles slowly decreasing in size and mass without him even realizing what was happening.

Simultaneously his own body started responding the same way as last night.

His already huge body almost doubled in size again as all of his muscles grew in response to the shrinking man infront of David

His biceps started getting thicker and heavier as muscle packed onto his already amazing arms. His shoulders practically grew out wider as it accommodating more mass that was coming. His pecs were now jutting out by at least more than an inch from his body now effectively blocking the view of his lower half as his abs carved deeper and his leg muscles looking like they could squat a truck

As the light from the ring dimmed, he immediately started flexing right then and there marveling at his newfound mass and size. Seeing how his NEW-new biceps rose to their new size. He assumed that they would now at least be more than 25in at least!

He cupped his pecs as well, enjoying the mass that had now formed on his chest. Practically perfect pecs that had a clear fine divide in the center - not even the Barbarian in D&D could have this build he mentally told himself

He saw the trainer still fixin his stuff, now practically looking like the people he would actually be training.

David bolted to his own locker to act casual.

He tried wearing the same tank top shirt again so as to not give off any alarms and walked back out onto the gym floor.

The shirt he had on now looked as if it were skin tight as it hugged his entire torso. Practically stretched further by the added mass and musculature from the trainer.

“I swear I’m lucky this thing doesn’t have sleeves” he said as he felt his arms up feeling the muscle, the ridges, and the veins that were now occupying his limbs

Now pent up with energy again from the transformation, he went back out to test his new muscles “let’s see if thise 45’s have any weight to them now” he said as he went straight for the dumbbells again

“I think I’ll be keeping this ring around” he said as the ring on his finger started dimly glowing again as the other trainers started their routine with their bodybuilding clients on the benches beside him

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Thanks for reading! AI does have a tendency to have inconsistencies in the photos so take that with a grain of salt

Charles had just finished his workout, which was his favorite time to take selfies. The gym always had great lighting, and the sweat accentuated his muscles in a way that gave each photo a raw, masculine vibe. He'd taken a few really good ones when a text message from Paxton popped up. "Hey, I've got that sponsorship deal in a few hours, but it'll take time to get ready. Are you done with the body yet?"

God, his life was weird. Paxton was his roommate, a complete stranger he'd met through a Facebook group. Meeting new people after college was hard, and they seemed compatible enough based on his profile. And they were, except it turned out that magic was real, and Paxton knew how to use it. Charles should have hated the guy-- three weeks after they moved in together, Paxton stole his life with a body swapping spell. But honestly, Paxton did a pretty good job trying to follow all of his fitness habits, and Charles welcomed the break from his strict training regimen. When the life of a professional bodybuilder became overwhelming, Paxton was willing to swap back instead of ruining his life. He accepted the olive branch at face value, rather than trying to seek revenge against the warlock-- Charles was just happy that everything was back to normal.

He treated his bodybuilding career as more of a hobby than anything else-- he loved spending time in the gym, but he knew that the prize money wasn't enough to live on. His remote white collar job supported paid just enough to support his hobbies and passions, and that's how he liked it. In a world where fitness coaches and influencers were everywhere, trying to turn his passion into a steady paycheck sounded like a nightmare. Paxton, however, was convinced that his roommate had what it took to make it big. So when the warlock proposed a body swapping deal, well... Charles knew that the man wasn't bluffing.

Charles would be guaranteed to keep his body during workouts and competitions, hangouts with his bros, and to sleep at night. Paxton would take his body for social networking events and as many healthy meals as their schedules permitted. In exchange, Paxton would get to take his body for nights out on the town as arranged in advance. It was a lot of swapping, but it really did seem like a fair arrangement. Charles figured it was worth it to be able to skip all of the calorie counting and protein math that was expected of a successful bodybuilder. If he ever had to eat another bland chicken and rice meal again, it would still be too soon. Eventually Paxton would get tired of their deal, and the two men's lives would go back to normal for a second time.

Although it turned out that he had severely underestimated Paxton's dedication. His roommate was constantly borrowing his body for videos, networking, and countless social media thirst trap posts. Charles now had an account on every major social media platform, and all he had to do was take the occasional workout pic so that Paxton could upload them when it was his time with the body. He wasn't sure how many followers were needed to be considered successful, but he couldn't deny that the numbers kept surpassing his expectations.

Once Paxton managed to secure a promo code with one of his favorite supplement brands, that was when he had to admit that his roommate might have been onto something. "The photos look excellent, you make me look really good," he said, complimenting Paxton once they had swapped back for the evening. "So... how much are they paying you... me... us for this deal-- a few thousand?"

Paxton chuckled. "Well, it's commission based, so we won't know for sure until we get the first paycheck. But I'm optimistic," he added, with a mischievous smirk on his face. Charles knew by now not to press for more information. Paxton would reveal the secret when he was ready, and not a moment earlier. Well, it didn't really affect him all that much. Charles was thankful for the remote nature of his job, since it meant he didn't lose any productivity whenever he suddenly found himself 100 pounds lighter. The deal must not have been a complete failure-- Paxton had made plans for a photoshoot to film a quick celebratory post on his accounts.

"So how much has the sponsorship paid so far?" Charles asked, after taking some nice candid photos of his body at Paxton's request. "You seem happy, so I gotta assume it was at least a few hundred." After recording several takes of a video thanking his followers for their support, the anticipation was killing him.

"A few hundred?" Paxton said, laughing as he gave his original body a few condescending pats on the head. "We've already made over fifteen thousand."

Charles shook his head in disbelief. "I'm sorry, I must have misheard you. The sponsorship has only been live for... what, four weeks? Surely you meant to say fifteen hundred."

Paxton placed his hand on Charles's shoulder. "I meant what I said. I told you this body has what it takes to make it big. Even splitting the earnings 50/50, I'm making enough money that it makes more sense for me to quit my job and focus all of my time on your career. All you have to do is keep this body in shape, and I'll be able to keep the money coming."

I was almost afraid to go to sleep after fucking Jake last night. He went off back home with a sore ass. No wonder when Mr. Mills’s dick is so huge, he’s extremely hung! I am now, hehe.

I hate PE. I hate it so freaking much that I’d rather have history with Mr. Douglas every day than to run in front of Mr. Mills every day. He hates me, ever since I came out as gay at school I received mostly good feedback from others. Even my bullies were kinda nice about it. Thank God I live in the twenty first century. But one person didn’t really take It well.

I browsed through his instagram a few times. And while I looked for the perfect photo of him flexing his biceps, showing his abs or anything that would help me for my jerk off session, I found out that he was quite hardcore republican. How a person like this could get into education is beyond me.

As always I finished jerking off while looking at his regular bathroom gym photo. Man, what I would give to fuck him. Why do jerks always have the perfect body?

My phone buzzed. I snapped back into reality. Jack, my friend who is also gay, but not out yet, texted me.

“Hey, are we gonna ditch school tomorrow? I can’t hear any more of that Mills bullshit while we climb the rope”

“We’re gonna be rope climbing? Ah fuck me. He’s gonna be insufferable.”

“My thoughts exactly. So? Are we skipping school?”

“I can’t man. I gotta keep up my attendance after missing so many days thanks to Mr. Mills”

Next day, 2:29 PM

I stood next to the rope, waiting for Jake to finish his turn. Mr. Mills stood below him, screaming. Jake couldn’t get to the top. Mr. Mills told him to get down and screamed at him some more. What an asshole. It was my turn. The bell rang. “Fuck yeah. No more rope climbing for me.” My classmates, me included, turned to head to the lockers.

Mr. Mills: ”González? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

Me: ”Sir, the class is over and it’s Friday.”

Mr. Mills: ”The class is over when I say it is over. Get on the fucking rope and stop talking back at me. The rest of you can leave.”

I got close to the rope. I grabbed it and squeezed the rope between my feet. I started pulling myself up and immediately felt the pain of lifting myself. I knew I was weak, I didn’t really need some wannabe teacher slash gym freak to remind me and scream at me what a lazy piece of shit I am. I tried to ignore him. I gave myself a goal to just finish it and leave, but Mr. Mills stood directly below me to comment on my fat ass slowing me down.

I was almost at the top, a wave of happiness swept over me. “Shit, I’m gonna make it!”

And right then I slipped. And instead of locking my feet, I just let go off the rope.

THUD

“I survived. Fuck. I fell from the freaking rope. My head was hurting so hard. My head? But I thought that I fell on my back? Ahhh the pain.”

I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry from the fall. I tried blinking several times and my vision was slowly getting better. I lifted my arm to grab on my head, but as I did it didn’t feel right. I looked at my arm. It was bigger. As in full of muscles.

“What the hell?” I said out loud, but instead of my young squeaky almost too feminine voice a low baritone came out of my throat.

“How the fuck…?!” I looked to my left. There was my body getting up from the ground

Me: ”Mr. Mills?”

Mr. Mills: ”Ah you gotta be fucking kidding me?! Is that you González?”

Me: ”I… Yes. How… How did this happen?” Mr. Mills: ”Does it look like this happens to me a lot?”

Me: ”But… it’s scientifically impossible”

Mr. Mills: ”I bet this was caused by those covid vaccines to make you immigrant fags take over our lives.”

Me: ”Yeah… right. Cause everyone wants to be a stupid republican”

Mr. Mills: ”Shut your mouth or…” he was interrupted by the janitor telling us to leave so he can lock the school. Mr. Mills gave me his car keys and I gave him instructions how to find my locker. We decided to meet each other in his car and to figure out what to do after that.”

After many unsuccessful attempts I found his Chevrolet and entered the passenger’s seat. Few moments later, I realized that I’m gonna be the one driving so I switched seats and got behind the wheel for the first time in my life. His car was amazing, it smelt great and was clean. How should I even drive this thing? I don’t drive a car. I’ll get us into trouble.

I stopped overthinking about the car. “I am in my teachers body. The one who bullied me almost every day. I am an adult male.” I looked into the rearview mirror. “Fuck, I am in one of the hottest man’s body around. And I am wasting it just worrying here. I flexed and squeezed my new biceps. Fuuuck. It’s so huge. I checked if no one else was around and lifted up my shirt.

“Oh my gooood” I slammed my head into the seat. “This is so hot!”

My new abs and pecs now uncovered were the most perfect ones I have ever seen. The ones I jerk off to every night before sleep. And now it’s here. All for me.

I opened my eyes and saw Mr. Mills in my body approaching the car. And behind him ran Jake. They entered the car.

I tried to improvise: „Why is your friend here?”

Jake: „Holy shit. So it is true. Mr. Mills would never react so calm. Is that really you in there, Daniel?”

I turned at Mr. Mills who now had a very irritated face. “I didn’t say anything, he figured it out.”

Jake: „I didn’t believe it at first, but Daniel never swears like this. And your vocabulary isn’t exactly rich so I knew really quickly where I heard the phrases before. Damn, I’m good. So? What are we gonna do? We should test it out somehow. Shit, Daniel you should get drunk tonight!”

Mr. Mills: „No! There won’t be no drinking, touching or anything with my body. This is definitely temporary and we will be back by tomorrow morning.”

Me: „If you think so…”

I drove Jake and my body home. Mr. Mills had to give me a speed course of driving, but his muscle memory helped me out way more than I thought. We set up some ground rules. No drinking, no drugs, no permanent changes to our bodies, no photos and no sex. He left the car while saying something about a fag in his body, but I couldn’t care less anymore. I speeded to get to his house asap.

I didn’t really explore the house as much when I arrived. I went straight to where I thought was the bedroom and immediately started taking off my clothes. His black speedo was PACKING and getting tighter every minute, but I really wanted to make this first exploration as perfect as possible. I lifted up the shirt, touching my new hairless and fatless stomach. I flexed and sets of abs appeared. I touched every last one of them. My hand continued up to my new large pecs.

“God damn, Mr. Mills. These are some perfect man titties.” I squeezed them. They looked so tight in all the photos, but when I wasn’t flexing them, they were quite soft. Must be amazing to lay on these. I played with them some more before taking off my shirt and releasing my new hairy pits. I took a long whiff off them. “I smell like a proper MAN now!” I licked it as well, enjoying the salty taste of Mr. Mills’s pits. I looked at myself in the mirror. My new dick was hard as a rock and waited for me to take care of it.

I headed to the shower and turned on a hot water. “Your body is probably not used to a hot water, am I right, Mr. Mills? I bet you are one of those cold water freaks who bathe in the icy waters.” I hated his voice before, but right now as I was controlling it, I began to like it so much.

The water poured all over my large body, from the perfect face, over my massive pecs, hairless abs and right to my beautiful dick. “Nice dick, Mr. Mills!” I said and chuckled over the fact that I just said that.

I suddenly got a mischievous idea. I came out of the shower and texted Jake.

Jake: „I can’t believe I’m doing this. I am just squeezing Mr. Mills’s pecs and touching his abs. Can you believe it, Daniel?”

Me: „It’s wild, right? But I got an idea. Wanna make it more interesting?”

Jake: „Interesting how?”

Me: „Stop touching me you lazy fag” I said in an authoritative voice and Jake moved his hands away from me quickly.

Jake: „Why did you do that? I got scared.”

Me: „I bet you are scared, you little fag. I know you just came over so that you could jerk off you little dick and watch me enjoy myself.”

Jake: „Daniel?”

Me: „Daniel won’t save you right now. You will do as I say. Ok?”

Jake finally caught up to my roleplay scenario and started acting as well. And by the look of his face I knew that he was really into it.

Jake: „Yes, Mr. Mills. I will do whatever you say.”

I sat down on the couch watching. “I want you to admire my body and say how hot I am and how horny it makes you.”

Jake got his hands on MY body and got a bit nervous: „You have sexy abs, Mr. Mills.”

Me: „You think that’s enough? That they are just sexy?”

Jake: „I think they’re the hottest abs I have ever seen”

Me: „How about my biceps. You like them?”

Jake: „They are SO big. I want you to squeeze my head in them. I want to lick your armpit hair. I want to kiss you.”

Me: „That’s a good boy. How about you show me how good you are, you fag?”

I moved his hands over to my new hard crotch.

Jake smiled and licked his lips

I fucking love being in this body.

And I bet Jake’s ass is gonna love this body even more.

All the couples wanted the day off for Valentine’s Day but I took those shifts so quickly because hello it’s free money! I took the apparel section because it’s the easiest place to get a peak at the dressing rooms. I’m not a perv I swear, but I can’t help myself. I always kept one vital of bodysuit serum on me. All the eye candy going into the dressing rooms was like a buffet of options. Men, women, pets! Shit I don’t discriminate I love trying on another persons experience to see how they live.

We were getting a weird crowd today since all the couples were out and about. The store was filled with miscellaneous randos so I went through most of my day thinking I struck out. As I locked in refolding some destroyed sections of t-shirts, a customer came up to me asking for help locating more of a certain item I absent mindedly answered looking at what was in his hand before looking up. My words stopping in their tracks as I saw his face.

He was so adorable and dorky looking in his face but the outfit he already had on told a different story. Leaving little to the imagination, it inferred he was going on a date or going out but I didn’t want to inquire too much. I like my mouth mindlessly answer his inquiries as I kept looking back to ogle at his outfit.

Eventually he asked to use the dressing rooms and I knew this was basically my chance. We walked slowly to the rooms and as he walked into the tiny space I quickly pulled the syringe out, stabbing him in the neck behind his back. The mirrors lining the room couldve saved him but he was oblivious of his surroundings.

He began turning into a suit hollowing out into a mound that looked like skin colored liquid latex. I quickly pushed him into the dressing room with me to avoid spectators. As I latched the door, I turned around to see the process completed. I knew I was operating on limited time and quickly pulled his skin on. I love putting on a new body that’s stacked with muscles that I’m not. It’s like you feel bloated, but in a good way because it goes straight to your muscles and any other places you differ in size…if you get what I mean. He was clearly a grower because I didn’t feel anything crazy there though.

I looked through his wallet to figure out a name and basic details. Okay, Reese is the name 5’9” is the height okay there’s the address. Wait the best part! I whipped back upright standing and smiling towards my new phone.

I decided to save the rest of the excitement for privacy gathered my new belongings and headed to the address on my ID. I fumbled through several keys before eventually finding the right one as I pushed my way into a very nice but neutral looking apartment. It definitely gave upper class gay which is what I always pretended to be so this would be easy to embody.

I quickly began stripping as I hastily searched for the closest full body mirror. I wanted to see the goods from every single angle. I ripped the belt holding up my very fitted pants, dropping them down to my ankles and I just gasped at what I could see.

Reese was had the type of body I was always afraid to have. He’s so conventionally attractive that while I wore him I felt like I couldn’t control myself. I needed to push it to the limit and see what I can do.

I headed down to the gym matching the sign in tag on Reese’s keys and just pretended to be there for a good workout. I mean I did go for a workout just not that kind.

I had a hard time breaking a sweat, which only intrigued me more but I headed to the locker room to take pics. I was just so obsessed with his juicy chest. Thankfully this was the better strategy because I kept getting passing glances until someone finally took initiative and approached me.

The man was such a daddy, something I could’ve only hoped to previously attract before. He nearly demanded I come with him after he got dressed and who would be to not oblige? I got in his big truck and we made our way to his home. I don’t know how I deluded myself into thinking I’d be the dominant one in this situation but the second the house door closed behind me. The burly daddy manhandled me and pushed me onto his bed. Gentle and slow was only a dream I could’ve hoped for because that man whipped his beer can out immediately and shoved his way in.

Don’t get me wrong he was BIG but that was the moment I learned what Reese did well. He was a power bottom. There was no moment of pain, me and my new hole took it like a champ. The in and out of his aggressive pace was matched by my new muscle memory eagerness to accept it.

He attacked my muscular backside as I finally began to break a sweat. Loud moans escaped my mouth. I couldn’t control it like an animalistic cry. As I thought I was reaching my limit I came on myself as he kept going. That would become a recurring theme.

Finals Day — 8:50 AM

The math final started at 9 AM sharp in Lecture Hall 3A. Carter strolled in early, as usual, wearing his fitted hoodie and faded jeans, a pencil behind his ear and a quiet smirk on his face. His desk was front and center, perfectly angled so he could look around the room with ease.

He had a list. A total of 23 guys had agreed to pay him $100 each to take the final in their bodies. He’d already collected the cash through Venmo the night before. No refunds. No regrets.

Carter’s power was simple: with just a touch, he could swap bodies with another guy. The catch? Each swap lasted a full 24 hours. That meant anyone he used was going to be stuck in the wrong body for the entire day. But none of them cared. Not when it meant passing math without lifting a finger.

The only problem? He couldn’t keep going back to his own body to reset. There wasn’t time. So, he’d have to hop from guy to guy, each one stuck in the body of the guy Carter had just been in.

That meant the final body — the last in the chain — would be the one Carter stayed in until tomorrow morning.

He didn’t mind. It’d be worth it.

He set his phone alarm: 30 minutes to finish his own test. 5 minutes in each new body after that. 2 hours and 30 minutes left to hop.

He cracked his knuckles and got started.

9:30 AM – Time to Hop

Carter finished his own test in record time. Folded it neatly. Turned it in. Then walked over to Santiago.

Santiago: Black, tall, skinny, famous for his perfect ass. Smart enough. Always wore tight joggers.

Carter tapped Santiago’s hand. His vision twisted, skin tingled — and suddenly, Carter was in Santiago’s body.

He wiggled in his seat. The tightness of Santiago’s pants made his new big, perky ass shift and bounce on the plastic chair. Carter blushed, turned on by how hot it felt to sit down like that.

"I need a second before I move on."

He grabbed the hall pass and slipped into the nearby bathroom, locked the biggest stall. He couldn’t resist — staring at Santiago’s long limbs, smooth dark skin, and full round butt in the mirror.

His hand slipped into the waistband. He moaned softly.

Ten minutes later, he flushed, washed his hands, and smirked.

Back in the lecture hall, he walked past the real Santiago (now in Carter’s body) who looked dazed and confused in Carter’s hoodie.

“You good, bro?”

“Uh… yeah?” Santiago said, blinking and looking at his pale hands.

Carter grinned and moved to Brady.

9:45 AM – Into Brady

Brady: White, sweet, decent build, semi-smart but awkward. He always tried to hide how attracted he was to other guys’ bodies. Carter tapped him — and suddenly he was inside Brady.

He felt Brady’s pulse quicken immediately. The moment Carter stood up in Brady’s body, he felt the awkward stiffness in the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Dude…” he whispered to himself.

Another trip to the bathroom. Brady’s body wasn’t nearly as sexy as Santiago’s, but Carter had always wondered what it’d feel like to be the sweet soft-spoken boy who had clearly fantasized about him.

Ten minutes of gentle moaning later, he zipped up and returned.

Brady, now inside Santiago, blinked like he didn’t know where he was. His ass bounced as he shuffled awkwardly to sit down — and he definitely noticed it.

10:00 AM – Body Jump Marathon

Carter moved fast, each jump taking 5 minutes now that the urge to explore was out of his system. Each new body made him stifle a laugh.

From Brady → Spencer (tall Hispanic soccer player, now in Brady’s body)

Spencer → Miles (stoned, hot, dumb, big hazel eyes)

Miles → Samuel (skinny Indian guy with a lisp)

Samuel → Kayden (nerdy, slightly chubby Asian guy)

Kayden → Maddox (short, lean, black-Hispanic basketball player)

Maddox → Jonah (athletic and secretly smart)

Jonah → Theo (short, skinny, dumb basketball player)

Theo → Landon (big, tall, overweight black guy)

Landon → Joseph (massive, white, overweight gay guy — Carter cringed at the smell)

Joseph → Mason (short, jacked, dumb)

Mason → Joel (average height, black, basketball dumb jock)

Joel → Jason (awkward Asian nerd, semi-famous for his gym boner)

Jason → Kai (massive black basketball player — muscles for days)

Kai → Andrew (dumb white guy who talked like a fake gangster)

Andrew → Simon (tall, athletic, cool Guyanese guy — finally someone calm)

Simon → Caleb (short, black, boxer, dumb as bricks)

Caleb → Max (short, lean, dumb)

Max → Maverick (average build, semi-smart)

Maverick → Calvin (light skin, tall, muscular, dumb as hell)

🧠 Reactions

Santiago (in Carter): Looks down at pale arms and an average ass, visibly confused. “Why do I feel... smaller?” Touches his face, frowns. “What the hell is happening?”

Brady (in Santiago): Glances behind, eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He does a test walk — feels the bounce. His cheeks go red. “No way this is my...?”

Spencer (in Brady): Stares at soft arms and average build. “This feels… slower. How do I even sit in these jeans?”

Miles (in Spencer): Blinks slowly, grins. “Yo... I feel fast,” he mumbles, swaying like he’s high. Then trips on the chair legs.

Samuel (in Miles): Adjusts to the tall body, grinning. “I'm hot now.” He forgets he has a lisp and repeats it proudly.

Kayden (in Samuel): Immediately touches his face. “This nose is bigger... and my tongue feels weird. Oh god, do I talk like this now?”

Maddox (in Kayden): Pokes at the new soft belly and glasses. “Bro… I got the nerd build. No bounce at all.”

Jonah (in Maddox): Rolls his shoulders, jogs in place. “Light. Fast. Damn. I could break ankles like this.”

Theo (in Jonah): Does pushups on the floor. “Ayo this dude got hops! I’m actually good now.”

Landon (in Theo): Tries to fit his big frame in the small body. “Why everything so small?! I’m like half my size!”

Joseph (in Landon): Breathes heavily just from walking. “Ugh. I thought I was getting an upgrade...”

Mason (in Joseph): Looks down at the new gut and thighs. “NOOOO! I can’t even see my toes!” Nearly cries.

Joel (in Mason): Flexes. “Yo, I’m short… but shredded.” Laughs and immediately takes off his hoodie.

Jason (in Joel): Stares at his dark, tall, athletic frame. Whispers, “Am I… cool now?”

Kai (in Jason): Screams internally. “WHERE ARE MY MUSCLES? WHY IS THIS DICK SMALL?!”

Andrew (in Kai): Laughs and slaps his own chest. “Brooooo I look hard as fuck now.”

Simon (in Andrew): Slowly backs away. “Why is everyone looking at me like I’m stupid?”

Caleb (in Simon): Tries to jog, falls, then poses. “Okay okay, I’m handsome now.”

Max (in Caleb): Throws fake punches and shouts “I’M A BOXER, BITCHES!”

Maverick (in Max): Sits down, muttering. “Damn… I’m loud. And short. And kinda dumb.”

Calvin (in Maverick): Looks down at his soft stomach and thicker thighs. “Wait... why I feel slow?” He rubs his chest — no pecs. No abs. He lifts his shirt and screams, “YO! WHO STOLE MY MUSCLES?! Where my sexy go!?”

Carter (in Calvin): Flexes. Watches Brady adjust to Santiago’s juicy ass. Grins. “This is the best $2,300 I ever made.”

Emergency Bro Meeting – “Operation Don’t Get Expelled”

1:30 PM – Outside Lecture Hall 3A

The final had ended. Twenty-four guys stood in a tight circle behind the student union, all of them sweaty, twitchy, or confused as hell — and not a single one in their own body.

At the center was Carter, now in Calvin’s outrageously muscular light-skinned body. His broad chest stretched the seams of the black compression tee. Veins popped in his forearms as he lifted his hands to speak.

Carter (in Calvin): “Alright. Shut up. Everyone, just shut the hell up and listen.”

Everyone went quiet.

Brady (in Santiago’s juicy ass body) shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his reflection in the window behind Carter.

Joseph (in Landon’s huge body) was breathing hard.

Kai (in Jason’s tiny awkward nerd body) was still muttering, “I can’t do this, bro. I got math hands now.”

Carter: “Yes, you’re in the wrong body. No, I’m not going to fix it right now. You paid for this, and I held up my end. Every single one of you passed that test. I made sure.”

A few guys nodded — especially Spencer (in Brady) and Miles (in Spencer), both still disoriented.

“The swap lasts 24 hours. That means you are stuck like this until tomorrow morning.”

Groans. Cursing. Joseph sat down with a thud.

Carter (firmly): “You’re going to act like whoever’s body you’re in. If anyone finds out something’s off — any professor, RA, coach, anyone — this could go public. And if it does? I’m expelled. You’re expelled. Some of you will be arrested for identity fraud. Not kidding.”

That shut them up.

Carter: “So here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m setting up a group chat. Everyone drops their name — your real name — and then the name of the body you’re in.”

“Then we each post a few things:

What your schedule is for today

Where you live

Who you’re supposed to be hanging out with

Anything weird about your family, job, allergies, girl, or... dude.”

That made Brady (in Santiago) look up quickly and glance at Carter.

Carter: “Trust me. You do not want to get caught pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend. Or someone else’s son.”

He pulled out Calvin’s massive phone — password was just “6969” — and started a group text under the name:

🌀 “Swap Squad – DON’T GET US EXPELLED”

One by one, people started to chime in.

📱 GROUP CHAT LOG (Highlights)

Carter (in Calvin): Carter → Calvin Schedule: Gym @ 4PM. No class. Lives in Towers 4C. Doesn’t use lotion. Do NOT try to sound smart. Important: Calvin has a hot situationship with a cheerleader named Brooklyn. She’ll text. She thinks he’s dumb and hot. Just go with it.

Santiago (in Carter): Santiago → Carter Schedule: Library 2PM with TA. Office hours at 5. Lives in West Dorm B. Important: Carter is tutoring 2 guys today. One of them is Coach’s son. Don’t mess that up.

Brady (in Santiago): Brady → Santiago No clue what this body does, but I think I just bounced walking. I live in Floor 3 of Centennial. I think I’m supposed to meet a guy named Terrance later? Someone DM me fast.

Kayden (in Samuel): Kayden → Samuel I talk weird now. LISP. This is hard. Also, Samuel’s roommate is a huge Marvel nerd and talks nonstop. Help.

Calvin (in Maverick): uhhhhhh Calvin → Maverick how do i log in i can’t find my muscles this phone slow af

Miles (in Spencer): stoned rn but feelin athletic seb got legs for days no plans, i think. just vibes

More messages came in rapid-fire. Some guys started comparing body quirks:

Joseph (in Landon): “My knees make a cracking sound when I sit. Is that normal or did I break this dude??”

Jason (in Joel): “Does this body... always flex in the mirror or is that just me?”

Kai (in Jason): “YALL I GOT A BONER FROM A BREEZE I HATE THIS”

📢 Carter’s Final Rules

Carter raised his massive hand again — easy now in Calvin’s hulking form — and looked around the circle.

“No one goes rogue.” “No one tries to swap with anyone else.” “No one hooks up with someone unless you're SURE that’s who they’re expecting.” “We meet again tomorrow. 9 AM. Right here. Don’t be late.”

He took a deep breath, cracking Calvin’s thick neck.

“And if anything goes wrong — if someone’s about to blow it — text the group. Say: ‘BRO DOWN’ and we’ll come up with a cover.”

Everyone nodded. Some slower than others. Andrew (in Kai) was just now realizing how dumb he sounded out loud.

🎭 Operation: Stay in Character Begins

As the group broke up and scattered across campus, things began to unravel almost immediately.

Brady (in Santiago) nervously adjusted joggers that didn’t fit and walked like he had a stack of books between his cheeks.

Calvin (in Maverick) waddled toward his dorm, moaning about “cardio.”

(Original story posted June 6th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

When Mr David Everett was called into the Principal’s office to have a one on one meeting, this was the last thing he’d been expecting.

“You’re firing me!?” David bellowed.

“David, that’s not what I’m-” Principal Bryant was cut off before he could finish.

“What is it? Budget cuts? Because I sure as hell know I haven’t done anything to warrant this? I’ve worked for this school for years! I’ve never even had so much as a sick day!” David rambled on justifiably. After all he couldn’t see a single reason why they wouldn’t want him working as an English teacher here anymore.

Finally however, the Principal put an end to David’s ranting. “Mr Everett! Listen to me!” Principal Bryant shouted above David’s tangent. “You are not fired. If you’d simply let me finish I was going to say that you’ll be relieved of your current position so that you may take a new one.”

David was a little confused upon hearing this. “What… like a promotion?” He asked, prompting him to wonder if Mrs Freeman, the current head of the English department, had finally decided to retire after spending an eternity here.

“Sort of. Though it’s probably not what you’re imagining right now.” Principal Bryant sighed, shifting a little in his chair. “Look. As you know we’ve been low on gym teachers at the school for a while now. Now with Mr Riggs leaving at the end of next week we’ll be down to only two proper gym teachers. Miss LeGrande and Mr Price. Without someone to help them, they’re going to be stretched pretty thin. That’s why I’ve decided to move you from the English department over to the Physical Education department. Permanently.”

“W-what??” This hadn’t been what David was expecting at all. Moving from English to teach Physical Education instead? “But sir? I’m not a Gym teacher? I teach English! I can’t just switch!”

“Oh come on, of course you can. The English department has plenty of teachers and trainee’s already. I’m sure it’ll do just fine without you.”

David squinted over at Principal Bryant. He couldn’t believe that his superior couldn’t see the very clear issue with this whole suggestion. “What?! No, I mean that I have absolutely no idea how to teach a gym class! Hell, I haven't even touched a football since I was a student. How do you expect me to just jump in starting teaching multiple classes??” He complained and rightly so. From his point of view this decision seemed completely illogical. “Can’t you just hire someone else? Surely there’s someone else far better suited for this.”

Principal Bryant simply smiled across his desk with a strange glint in his eye that David couldn’t decipher. “Don’t worry Mr Everett. I already have a plan that’ll help you get perfectly settled in with your new position. Soon it’ll be like you never taught English at all.” He chuckled, confusing David even further. Yet also slightly piquing his interest. “As for the reason I chose you specifically… well you’ve already said it yourself. You’ve never once taken a sick day and you’re always on schedule, if not ahead of it. That’s the kind of dedication I’m looking for in the Gym department. Someone very dependable.”

Before David had the chance to question his boss any further, Principal Bryant jumped up from his desk with a strange sense of whimsy that David found a bit unsettling. He seemed oddly excited as whipped open one of the desk draws and pulled out a laptop. Principal Bryant flipped the laptop open and began tapping away, occasionally glancing up at David with an almost lustful smirk. It was a look David had grown all too familiar with over the years. He’d suspected for a long time now that The Principal had a thing for him but he’d never spoken up about it in case he just had the wrong impression. But the look he’d received just now, the glint of desire behind his boss’ eyes, was unmistakable.

“Sir I-” David was cut off before he could even finish a sentence.

“Ah! here it is!” Bryant exclaimed before quickly spinning the laptop around to face the couch David was sitting on. “Now Mr Everett. I know you might have some doubts and concerns about this change but this training video I’ve put together should be more than enough to ease your worries. Now if you just sit back and relax for me, we can get started!” He said with a reassuring yet somewhat devious smile.

Once again David hardly had any time to protest before his boss clicked play on the video. What he was greeted with was a purple and gold hypnotic spiral spinning at a swift entrancing pace. Going round and round in a fashion so captivating that David couldn’t bring himself to look away. The spiral was just so alluring, so gorgeous to look at that the rest of the world just seemed to fall away. He didn’t even take notice of the Principal sitting back down from behind the laptop to watch what was about to unfold.

After a few minutes of David staring wordlessly at the screen ahead of him, a voice began speaking to him through the video…

Welcome to your one way trip from being a regular ol’ English teacher to becoming a strong and confident Gym teacher that your students and colleagues alike are guaranteed to look up to! My name is Mr Wavell and I’ll be guiding you through this exquisite experience.

The masculine voice spoke with a warm soothing tone which helped to relax David even further, readying his body and mind for what was to come.

Now let’s get started shall we David? Of course, being an English teacher, you should already know that having the right education and qualifications for the job is essential for becoming a teacher in any area. So let’s get that sorted shall we?

David didn’t even flinch at how this video seemed to be addressing him directly. He simply continued to focus on the voice and nod along as the spiral continued to swirl in a 3D like manner. It was as if it were reaching out to him and pushing inside his brain. Pushing so far in that he could feel the gold and purple colours pulsing inside of his head.

Of course we’ve got to make some room for all these new memories and experiences so…

It would’ve been impossible to describe what exactly he was feeling right now. It was like something reaching deep into his mind and sifting through his memories until it found what it was looking for. David’s mouth hung open a little as any memories he had of learning English at an advanced level past high school and training to become an English teacher were yanked right out of his head. His knowledge of the subject was immediately set back to a much more basic level not becoming of an English teacher at all.

Perfect. And now to replace them with your proper ones.

One cue David could feel his mind being stuffed with new memories. Ones where he’d taken basic and later advanced classes in subjects like sports studies and physical education until eventually becoming certified to teach to Gym. Even though these memories were seemingly fabricated, they felt so incredibly real that David found it hard to tell the difference. He can remember it all so clearly. Clearer than most of his true memories.

Good! We’re already on the right track it seems. With that now out the way you’re already well on your way to becoming a great Gym teacher. But of course what good is all your new knowledge on teaching sports and physical health if you’re not practicing what you teach? Let’s change that shall we?

More and more memories pushed their way inside David’s brain. Forced out were his memories of reading in his spare time and going to book conventions, replaced by memories of him joining a football club and running around a field with a bunch of other dudes throwing a ball back and forth while tackling each other to the ground. He’d never been that keen on sports and yet now he looked back very fondly on memories of kicking a soccer ball around with some mates in his free time. Suddenly he could recall having played tons of different sporting activities and having loved almost all of them! He would even watch sports on the TV late in the evening on most nights after work. Suddenly he couldn’t imagine for even a second why he’d thought that he didn’t like sports. It was his entire life!

Principal Bryan watched on in astonishment from behind his desk as these new mental changes began to take a very noticeable physical effect on David’s body as well. David had of course always been a rather average guy physically. Having very little muscle on his frame and a small belly. However that soon began to change as any fat on his body started melting away thanks to countless hours of playing sports. In its place some lean muscle began to grow, giving him a physique that reflected great physical health. Even the suit David was wearing found itself fitting his body in a much more flattering way.

Upon witnessing this little transformation, the Principal couldn’t help rubbing his bulge underneath the desk. Completely enthralled by what the video was doing to David. He wasn’t sure exactly how well this was going to work at first. He had faith of course but watching this second hand magic ensnare a man so easily was a sight to behold.

Good, good. You’re already looking more and more like a man who’s ready to coach a bunch of jocks. But surely a man like you spends a lot of his time working out in the gym as well right? It can’t all just be sport and cardio? No doubt you’re always lifting weights and downing protein shakes when you get the chance. You must’ve put on some noticeable muscle from all that too.

David nodded along to everything he was hearing as he started to remember spending a sizable amount of his free time at the local gym so he could pump up his muscles. Once again it caused a ripple effect in the physical world. His suit began to feel tighter by the second as his muscles bulged significantly, stretching the fabric of his button down and khaki pants to their limits. His growing biceps threatened to tear his sleeves, almost as much as his pecs threatened to pop the top buttons on his shirt and send them flying across the room. His thighs thickened into trunks of hard muscle while his ass ballooned until his pants looked as though they were painted on and ready to burst at the slightest movement.

Seeing this, the principal had already unzipped his own pants and was jerking over his employee’s transformation.

That’s it… Looking like a proper example of physical health already. But let’s add a dash of heightened manliness to that body of yours shall we? After all, as a coach you’ve also got to serve as a pillar of masculinity at the school for everyone to look up to.

A shiver traveled across David’s entire form as the next change took place. The small amount of body hair he’d once had began to increase many times over as the hair on his arms and legs multiplied. It spread up across his stomach and chest until he had a thick pelt of manly hair covering his body. However this change was largely unseen by the two men, besides a little chest hair poking out from David’s collar, due to his constrictive suit. Though it was impossible to miss David’s sudden growth of facial hair immediately after. He went from a 5 o’clock shadow to a thick full beard in moments! Principal Bryant had always thought David would look hotter with a beard and damn was he right. However there was one last change that the Principal only noticed when David started shifting uncomfortably in his chair a little. His bulge was getting bigger. David was trying to adjust himself because his cock and balls were growing fatter!

Now how about you show off some of those new improvements to your boss? Take off that tight button down you’re wearing David. I bet a man like you must hate wearing suits anyway.

“Yeah… I hate suits…” David muttered to himself before practically ripping his shirt open, popping most of the buttons in the process. The Principal’s eyes bulged at the mere sight of it, getting to see David’s hairy muscular pecs on full display now. “What do you think sir?” He asked his boss in a very monotone yet noticeably deeper voice followed up by him flexing and bouncing his pecs a little.

Bryant hadn’t realised just how personalised this video had been made. He knew that Mr Wavell was good but he didn’t realise he was this good. “Y-yes Mr Everett. You look great! Better than great even. You’re so hairy and… just wow. You look even hotter than before!” He was lost for words. Hardly being able to believe the hairy stud before him was the same man he’d watched from afar ever since hiring him. He couldn’t stop jerking his cock under the desk like a perv, leaking pre-cum while David flexed his arms a little to show off his biceps and hairy pits.

I have no doubt Mr Bryant is enjoying the show right now but we’ve still got a few more things to do David. Next we’ve got to fix those clothes of yours. After all, what kind of Gym teacher wears brown loafers and suit pants?

David nodded along, agreeing with everything the voice was telling him as his clothes began to change. The aforementioned loafers were first to be affected. They rippled slightly as the colour began to change, lightening from brown to slightly dirty white as the fabric started to alter. Laces formed on the top while the soles of the shoes became more padded. Before long David adorned a pair of trusty white sneakers while his long black socks shrunk away into worn white ankle socks.

During this Principal Bryant leaned over his desk a little to get a better look at what was going on. He would’ve been more surprised at sudden change in footwear had he not just witnessed David bulk up in front of his very eyes mere moments ago. Instead Bryant watched on in curiosity as even David himself stared down to watch as his black suit pants were about to undergo a change of their own.

The belt had already evaporated into thin air while the cotton fabric of the pants was amidst transitioning into polyester. The colour began lightening significantly while the pants legs retracted, showing off more of David’s hairy calves by the second. Soon enough they’d shortened all the way up above his knees, showcasing a good portion of David’s strong manly legs as the black faded to light grey. Finally leaving the man with a suitable pair of shorts for his new job.

Bryant figured that must’ve been it until he noticed the discarded button down shirt wriggling a little. Sewing itself back together, retracting the sleeves completely and altering its colour like everything else until all that was left was a blue tank top.

There we go! Now you really look the part. I’d say you’re practically ready for your position now. All that’s left is make sure your loyalty to this job also translates to your boss Mr Bryant.

The Principal was surprised to hear that. He hadn’t asked Mr Wavell to add this part but he couldn’t say he didn’t like the sound of it! Meanwhile David grunted, cock twitching as more orders and memories pushed themselves into his mind. Orders to always do exactly as Principal Bryant asks no matter what. To serve him loyally as both an employee and a boyfriend. To be either as submissive or dominant as Bryant wanted him to be. In turn, memories then also began surfacing of David having dated the Principal for over a year now with the two even living together.

Perfect. Now nobody will bat an eye when they see the two of you together in public. And with that I think your training to become the perfect Gym teacher for this school is complete! Bigger, manlier, more confident and completely subservient to your boss and now partner. I’d say my work here is done wouldn’t you?

David once again simply nodded along with everything the voice told him, completely entranced.

Now, this video is going to end momentarily and when it does you’ll believe you’ve always been the way you are now. A hairy sports loving gym coach. And you’re going to love every second of it. Thank you for listening and I hope Mr Bryant back there is pleased with the progress we’ve made today.

With that the spiral faded and the video finished. David blinked a few times in confusion, glancing around the office and down at himself, trying to recall why exactly he was here again. “Sir… why did you call me in here again? And why am I shirtless?” He wondered, reaching for the discarded tank top.

“Leave it off.” Bryant responded quickly and to his delight David didn’t even question the order. He simply tossed the tank top back on the couch beside him. “Now uhhhh… I called you to um… tell you how good of a job you’ve been doing recently! As one of our few gym teachers you really put the most into your lessons. It’s very inspiring.” He praised the shirtless hunk before him.

David smirked, getting up from the couch and taking a few steps closer to the desk. “Oh come on, you don’t need to butter me up. If you called me in here for some fun then you just say so.” He leaned over the desk, quirking an eyebrow as he noticed his boss jerking his cock under it. “Mmmm looks like you already started without me.” He added before bouncing his pecs in the Principal’s face

Bryant’s face went bright red but David didn’t seem at all phased. If anything he seemed turned on judging by how he grabbed his crotch through his new gym shorts. God it was weird! David really did believe they were boyfriends now. And he should be completely subservient now according to that video. “Haha yeah… I just couldn’t help myself. You’re just such a hunk David. How about you uhhh… show me just how much of a hunk you are? Flex for me again and show me why exactly the two of us are together.” He suggested, testing the waters a little.

To the principal’s delight, David did exactly as he was told. He placed one hand on his hip before tossing the other arm up into a strong bicep flex, smirking cockily as he did. He extended his arm out a couple times before bringing it back in to really show the muscle bunching in a firm peak that was hard to look away from. After which he proceeded to do the same with his other arm. Flexing the bulging muscle for his boyfriend without a care in the world. And once he’d finished with his arms he moved down to his chest, grabbing at his furry pecs a little before bouncing them again as well. Showing just how thick and meaty they were. He even turned around and did a double bicep pose to really show off the muscle in his back as well. But the part that really made Principal Bryant drool was when David stuck his tongue out while pulling down the back of his shorts to reveal not only his furry ass but also the fact that his underwear had morphed into a jockstrap during the transformation! “This is all for you daddy. It might be my body but you own it.” David stated.

“Well in that case, why don’t you get over here so I can smell those sweaty pits of yours.” Bryant found himself growing more confident with his commands and once again David obeyed without question.

David walked around his boss’ desk and bent down slightly before raising up one of his arms to reveal one of his hairy pits. The principal wasted no time, shoving his nose deep into that armpit before inhaling generously. The scent was strong and musky due to the sweat David had produced during his transformation. Pungent even. But Bryant fucking loved it! He’d been dreaming of sniffing David’s pits for ages and now that he had the chance they smelt even manlier than ever before! He pulled out of one pit before ordering David to show him the other one. The scent of them being just so intoxicating. And to think he’d be able to smell these pits whenever he wanted from now on!

“Fuck those smell good… you’ll need to let me sniff them again when we get home later.” He pulled away from musky pits only to reach out and give David’s pecs a quick grope, loving how soft the hairy muscle could be when relaxed.

“Of course sir. My smelly pits are yours to sniff whenever you please. I’ll even jog home later to make myself even sweatier instead of driving back with you if you’d prefer that.” David suggested while Bryant ran his tongue along one of the hairy pits, tasting the delicious sweat.

“Now that’s an incredible idea. I want you to be as sweaty as possible.” Bryant confirmed with a devilish grin. “But right now I want you to get down on your knees and suck my cock.” He continued, now fully confident in the power he held over David while gesturing down at the hard, leaking cock that was sticking out of his suit pants.

David looked down at the cock and then back up at his boss. “Anything for you sir.” He smiled seductively as he lowered himself to his knees. Soon finding himself knelt between Bryant’s legs and facing a pulsing cock that was ready to be worshiped. David didn’t waste any time, licking up and down the shaft before eventually wrapping his bearded lips around the shaft. He glanced up at Bryant with his deep masculine eyes as he took over half of the Principal’s length down his throat right away. Hardly even gagging when Bryant grabbed the back of head and pushed him down even further. Simply sucking on the impressive thick cock as best he could, occasionally pulling off with an audible pop and jerking it for a while until he was ready to go back down on it yet again. It wasn’t long before the new gym teacher was deep throating his boss’ cock as if it were made out of candy, his beard periodically tapping against Bryant’s nuts.

“Fuuuuck you’re such a good cock sucker…” Principal Bryant grunted in satisfaction. “But I don’t wanna cum just yet.” He added before grabbing David’s head again pulling him off the cock, precum drooling from his mouth. “Now I want you to show me just how much of a slut you are by pulling down those shorts, bending over my desk, and presenting that hairy ass to me.” He commanded with nothing but pure desire in his eyes.

David didn’t waste a second standing up and pulling down his shorts. He briefly showed off the tent in his jockstrap before bending over the desk in front of his boss, displaying his thick furry ass in all its glory. “How’s this sir? Like what you see?” He teased in that deep voice, waving his ass back and forth seductively.

Bryant didn’t even respond. His mouth went dry as his cock pulsed unbelievably hard. He almost couldn’t believe this was happening. And yet when he reached a hand out, the manly ass it rested on was most certainly real. He ran both hands across the two globes in wonder before pulling them apart slightly to get a look at David’s hole. Bryant found his face being drawn to it, slowly inching closer until he couldn’t help himself any more, stuffing his face between the two hairy cheeks while internally thanking Mr Wavell for making this a reality.

The new gym teacher chuckled as his boyfriend and boss enjoyed his hole, eating it out eagerly. His enlarged cock bucking inside the jockstrap pouch under the desk as he felt Bryant’s tongue exploring inside his ass, tasting it with a seemingly insatiable hunger. David could tell the principal was really starting to get into now by the way he was smacking David’s furry cheeks.

Despite how much he was enjoying eating his new gym teacher boyfriend's ass, Bryant couldn’t ignore the calls of his dick any longer. After getting one last lick in, he stood up straight and looked down at the man bent over his desk with glee. This had been his dream ever since he first saw David and now he got to experience it with an upgraded version of the man. He rubbed his wet cock against the prepped hole, teasing the entrance with his tip.

Bryant looked around his office, checking that the door was locked and all the blinds were closed before grinning, knowing just how soundproof the room was. “Now. I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and when I do you'll start moaning like cock hungry slut. Begging me to fuck like a submissive bottom who needs filling.” He instructed with a sinister smile.

“Yes sirrrOoooOOHHH FUUUUU-” David moaned out loudly in his deepened voice, hardly getting a chance to finish his response before getting speared by Bryant’s hungry dick. The principal didn’t go easy on him either, stuffing almost his entire length inside at once. “Fuck yeah sir!! Give me all that cock!” He shouted in response while Bryant started to pump in and out slowly. “Ohhh yeah I need it so badly! Keep going!” He begged.

Hearing a guy as manly as David was now begging to get his hairy hole fucked had always been one of David’s biggest fantasies and it definitely showed. He wanted to go slow but the more David moaned the more he couldn’t help picking up the pace. Slamming his cock in deeper, harder and faster with every thrust only to be met with even more slutty moans from the new gym teacher. “Yeah? You like that bitch? Mmmm fuck! Take my dick!” He responded while grabbing onto David’s hips firmly, allowing him to go balls deep with every thrust much to the other man’s delight.

“Mmmmmm yess sirrrr ooohhhhhhh yesss! Please… fill me with your load! I need it inside me!” David groaned in ecstasy as his prostate was slammed into over and over, causing his own cock to dribble excessively, dampening his jockstrap. “Fuuuck! I need your cum so badly!” He squeezed his hole around Bryant’s member as best he could, enticing his boss to spill his load inside.

Fortunately for David, thanks to how horny Bryant was, it seemed he’d be getting his wish sooner rather than later. The principal kept up a strong, fast pace for a good while but finally the pleasure was starting to spike. His balls started to churn as they prepared themselves. “Oh god…” He grunted, thrusts suddenly becoming less rhythmic. “Nrghh-fuck! I’m gonna… FUUUUUCCKKK!” Bryant roared as his cock exploded with one of the biggest loads he’d ever shot. Draining his balls completely inside the big manly ass before him.

“Yesssss! Give it all to me sir!” David moaned like the submissive slut that he was right now, simultaneously blowing his own load. Completely drenching his jockstrap as thick globs of cum forced their way through the fabric before dripping heavily onto the carpet below.

The two panted heavily for a moment after such an experience. Taking in everything that had just happened. David winced slightly as he felt Bryant slowly pulling his cock back until it flopped out, wet with cum and saliva. Bryant stood up straight again and looked down, admiring what he had before him. It really was a miracle.

“Alright, stand up properly for me David.” The Principal ordered and of course his slutty gym teacher boyfriend did exactly that. “Now turn around for me so I can get a good look at the mess you’ve made…” he smirked, licking his lips as he saw David’s cum covered pouch. He knelt down until he was eye level with the jockstrap before wrapping his mouth around the bulge. David’s cum tasted just as good as he’d hoped. Deliciously salty as he licked and sucked on the bulge. “Damn these balls of yours really know how to produce some amazing cum…” he complimented.

“Thank you sir…” David panted, still a little worn out. Yet he couldn’t stop a grunt from escaping his lips as Bryant squeezed his balls playfully.

With that Principal Bryant jumped back up onto his feet with a content smile on his face. As he did he grabbed the grey shorts that hung around David’s ankles and yanked them all the way back up over David’s crotch and ass. “There you go. Now I want you to go about the rest of your day with my load in your ass. Just imagine that my cum is fuel that keeps you going.” He smirked before giving David’s hairy bubble butt a hefty smack.

“Of course sir! I won’t spill a drop!” David claimed boldly before glancing over at the clock. “Well it looks like lunch is almost over. Guess I’d better start getting ready for my next class. I’ve got some students today that are just as eager about football as I am hahaha!” He chuckled.

“Well you’d better head off then Coach Everett. Wouldn’t want to keep the students waiting now would you?” Bryant smirked while stuffing his cock away in his suit pants again.

“Absolutely not!” David began making his way towards the door, grabbing his tank top and slipping it on over his head. “Well I’ll see you tonight babe after my sweaty jog home.”

“Can’t wait. And maybe tonight I’ll let you be the dominant one instead…”

David unlocked the door and pulled it open. “I like the sound of that.” And with that David took his leave, heading for the gym teacher offices as if he’d always worked down there. Not a single memory of ever being an English teacher left.

Now alone, the Principal found himself punching the air in excitement. This was better than anything he could’ve ever asked for! He’d have to thank Mr Wavell if he ever saw him again because he really went above and beyond. He couldn’t help but wonder what other sexual fantasies he could play out with David in the near future…

———

Little did Bryant know that Wavell had been present the whole time being the pervy warlock he was. Having watched everything that went down from the transformation to the sex. He had a fair reason for wanting to see if the experimental magic infused video he’d given to Bryant. It certainly worked a treat.

The blizzard knocked out our power and heat, and so my roommate and I were freezing. “We could sleep together for warmth,” he suggested. “Uh, I’m not sleeping with another guy,” I said. “No offense man. Just not into dudes.” “Me neither,” he said. “Yet.” He showed me the hypno files he had on his phone. Most were for seducing women but they also included a straight to gay file. “No way,” I said. “Come on,” he shivered. “We just listen to it for tonight. Get all gay so it’s not weird for us to cuddle. We stay warm and by tomorrow it’ll probably wear off.” I would never have agreed to it if I wasn’t so cold. “Fine,” I said. “It’s never going to work anyway.” We both sat down on the couch with the phone in front of us. The screen began to flash a spiral and a voice floated out. “Drifting to sleep,” it said, “so relaxed and tired. All your cares are gone.” I felt my body growing heavy. Maybe it was working after all. “It feels so good to give in,” said the voice. “You’re just a horny little bimbo jock.” “Waaait,” I slurred. Something wasn’t right about that. I turned to look at my roommate and saw his staring blankly ahead. The last thing I remember seeing was his boner sticking out of the top of his pants. When I finally came to, he was smiling at me. “How do you feel?” He asked. “Cute,” I said, then laughed. I wasn’t sure why. “Me too!” He giggled. He put a hand on my chest, and that’s why I noticed we were both naked. Was that unusual? I could have sworn we were always naked. “You look so good,” he said, fingering my nipple. I loved when boys did that to me. I licked my lips. “Did the power turn back on?” I said, noticing that the lights and heat had started at some point. “I guess,” he said, drifting his finger down my belly to my dick. “And it looks like you’re turned on too.” I smiled. “You little slut,” I said, pressing my dick against his hand. “Whore,” he said, curling his fingers around it to jack me off. For a moment I felt like there was some reason we didn’t want to have sex tonight but I couldn’t remember what it was. All I knew was that we needed to trade come with each other.

AI GENERATED STORY. For @echovelvet278 <3

Connor had just finished his evening gym sesh, skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the tight grip of his white Under Armour tee. The fabric hugged every contour of his thick pecs, the short sleeves biting into those beefy biceps like they were struggling to contain him. Grey sweatpants hung low off his sculpted hips, a clear bulge bouncing with every lazy step across his bedroom floor.

He plopped down onto his bed with a groan and reached for his phone, basking in the moody neon glow of his bedroom—fuchsia and purple LED strips framing his mirror and ceiling. He angled his camera, trying to catch that perfect post-gym thirst trap. Jawline on point. Beard freshly trimmed. Arms flexed just enough.

"Goddamn, I’d fuck me," he chuckled to himself, posh British accent smooth and smug.

What he didn’t notice—at least not right away—was the mirror flickering. Not his phone. The actual wall mirror. It shimmered for a moment, subtle, as if something inside it had exhaled.

Then it started.

At first, Connor thought he was just seeing things. His reflection moved slower than him. Half a second behind, almost like a lag. He tilted his head. So did the reflection. But with a smirk… he hadn’t made.

"The fuck…?" he muttered, stepping closer.

The reflection’s face twitched. Its grin grew wider. A long trail of drool leaked from its open mouth, eyes glazed over in goon bliss. His reflection suddenly stripped on its own—shirt vanishing in a ghostly blink. Sweatpants dropped. There was his cock, hard and twitching, bobbing up against his abs as the mirror version started gooning, slow strokes, mouth slack.

"Wot the fuck is this?!" Connor shouted.

The reflection moaned, mimicking his voice—but twisted.

“Mmmm, I’m just a dumb British goon puppet… Look at me stroke my royal sceptre, innit?”

His jaw dropped. “Wha–oi, shut up!”

The reflection didn’t stop. In fact, it got louder. Sloppier. Its hand moved faster, stroking that thick cock, making exaggerated moaning noises as drool poured down its beard and chin.

"Ooohhh Stretchy, you feel 'ow tight 'e is? Bet I can make 'is legs give out just from a few tugs—"

"Ughhh lemme in already!" came a second, deeper voice—Fatso’s—booming from the mirror as the reflection slapped its belly. "I wanna feel all this jiggly British flesh!"

Then, from behind Connor—a stench.

Like mildew mixed with swamp breath and gym socks soaked in piss. His nostrils flared as he turned—

Stinky. Hovering above his bed, neon light passing straight through his translucent, slimy form, mouth wide, tongue flopping out.

"Wot the actual fuhhh–"

FOOOOMPH.

Stinky exhaled right in his face. A cloud of glowing green gas blasted Connor’s features. His eyes widened. He staggered backward, coughing, gagging—

SLIP.

His foot slid on a puddle of ghostly ectoplasm Fatso had leaked onto the floor. The slime squelched under his heel.

“Shiiii—”

THUD.

He crashed to the floor, head hitting the base of his dresser. The room swam. The mirror above him warped, the reflection still furiously jerking off and now moaning all three ghosts’ names in unison.

Connor’s eyes fluttered. Limbs twitching. Drool already pooling from his mouth. And that’s when they struck.

All three ghosts dived at once, Stretch snaking down from the ceiling, twirling around his limbs. Stinky burst from behind, plunging through his open mouth with a final stinking giggle. Fatso flattened himself into a puddle of jiggling goo and soaked straight into Connor’s crotch, merging with his cock and belly like living molasses.

His back arched violently. Fingers splayed. Muscles flexed as the spirits tore through his nerves and bones like kids opening a candy wrapper.

One body. Three freaks inside.

His mouth opened and moaned—not his moan, but theirs. Gurgling. Shifting accents. Twitching lips. Posh one moment, sniveling and nasal the next, deep and booming after that.

Inside the vessel, the ghosts screamed at each other:

"Oi! Stretch! Stop makin’ 'im walk like a soddin’ puppet on strings!" "I’ll walk him how I want, dicknose!" "Fellas... look at this cock. We’re all jerkin’ it together tonight."

His right leg spasmed, then the left. His arms jerked upward, guided like marionette strings. His head lolled side to side, a thick line of drool slipping from the corner of his parted lips.

A deep, crackling breath wheezed from his lungs.

"Hnnnghh–oooohhh fuhhhhuckkk, this flesh is tight."

Stretch's voice, nasally and delighted, came out first—warping Connor’s once-posh accent into something sleazy and elastic. He rolled the shoulders back, admiring the way the muscles pulled under the skin.

"Yooo this body’s got that jiggle-jiggle bounce, bro," Fatso added, his booming voice bubbling with laughter. The belly puffed outward slightly, growing fuller, heavier with every breath. The pecs wobbled as Fatso made him grab one, giving it a filthy squeeze. "Soft and thick—just how I like ‘em."

Stinky burst out laughing through Connor’s mouth, the sound a mix of wet snorting and throat-slapping wheezes. "Ohhh yehhh, he’s gonna stink reeeal good in a few minutes. Can already feel them pits gettin' ripe. Let’s stroke 'im stupid!"

All three ghosts now fought for dominance as Connor’s possessed hand dropped into the waistband of his sweats, fingers wrapping tight around his fat, hardening cock. His head tilted back, tongue hanging out, eyes fluttering with an unholy glow.

The stroking began.

One hand moved in frantic pumps—jerky, desperate, like it was trying to milk gallons out on the first stroke. The other slowed it down, tightening grip, teasing the head. A constant tug-of-war between Stinky’s chaos, Stretch’s sensuality, and Fatso’s hunger.

His hips jerked to one side. Then the other. Then both. He spun around in place, his cock bouncing free as he pulled his sweats down, fully nude now in the pulsing glow of the room. Sweat poured from his brow, his chest, his armpits—but not his sweat anymore. It stank of ghost lust, of otherworldly filth.

"Ooooooh look at 'im dance," Stretch purred, forcing the body to grind against the air, rolling its hips like a stripper in slow motion. "Bet he’s never moved like this in his whole life. Let’s make the slut twirl."

"Nooo, make 'im bounce that fat tummy while he strokes!" Fatso demanded.

The body obeyed both—dancing and stroking, drool dripping off his chin, belly slapping rhythmically as his thighs trembled. The ghosts howled with laughter inside his skull, arguing over every twitch and grind.

"Stroke faster!"

"No—spank the cock! Do it!"

"Slap his fuckin’ belly, it’s wobblin’ so nice!"

SLAP. His palm hit his gut. SLAP. Again. Sweat flew. The mirror reflected a broken thing—eyes glowing different colors, tongue wagging, cock pumping as the voices inside exploded in orgasmic howls.

His body was no longer a man’s. It was a haunted, shared shell, possessed from head to toe, every movement a compromise between three degenerate ghosts.

"Make 'im beg for it!"

"Use his posh little mouth to say something filthy!"

His lips twitched, forming words from nowhere:

"Please… make me cum for my ghost daddies…"

The ghosts roared. Stinky wheezed so hard the body buckled forward. Fatso bounced the hips like a wrecking ball. Stretch twisted the spine until it popped.

Then—

CUM.

The possessed body exploded, ropes of hot, pearly ectoplasm bursting across the mirror and the floor. The orgasm wracked through him for a full thirty seconds, knees shaking, belly jiggling, cock throbbing.

He collapsed—cum-soaked, trembling, twitching, tongue out, mouth locked in a crooked, gooned-out grin.

Silence.

Then Stinky giggled. "I wanna take ‘im shopping like this."

Stretch chuckled. "Might make him dance on a table next time."

Fatso licked his ghostly lips inside the vessel. "Nah… we’re just gettin’ started. Let’s goon 'im up again."

PART 2 ITS MORPHING TIME

Connor’s twitching body lay sprawled on the cum-streaked floor, mouth parted, tongue out, eyes glowing with three ghostly colors. Sweat pooled beneath him. Drool clung to his beard. His bare chest rose and fell like a machine on autopilot.

Inside him, Fatso moaned. Loud. Hungry.

"Time to beef him up, lads. Wanna slap somethin’ juicy while he jerks."

A low gurgle bubbled deep inside the belly. Muscles softened. The once-tight abs pushed outward, bloating into a pillowy, jiggle-heavy dome. Stretch marks popped faintly along the sides as Fatso pumped more girth into the flesh. His pecs ballooned, puffed like overfilled dough. Nipples swelled, darkened, standing out like ghost-thick cherries on top of puffy cakes.

His thighs thickened. His ass grew—two massive, plush orbs you could bounce a dumbbell off. The body twitched as it changed, slapping its own belly, guided by Fatso’s lust.

SLAP. WOBBLE. MOAN.

"Yeeeeaahhh… thicc little Brit goon-puppet. All soft. Full of ghost gravy. Bounce that gut while you stroke, bruv."

He obeyed. Giggling now. Slapping his gut and jerking his cock—thicker now too, but still short. Still waiting.

Then came the stink.

Stinky, buried in his armpits and pores, cackled.

"You got him too bloated, Fatso. Let’s melt the fat off and stink him up proper."

A wave of heat flushed through Connor’s flesh. Sweat poured. Armpits drenched instantly. His chest glistened, glowed, dripped. His thick body steamed like a roast pulled from the oven. The jiggle didn’t go away—it just firmed up. Underneath the sweat, he became solid. Thick. Muscular. Veins popping.

The smell? Rank.

Stinky made it worse—souring the sweat, adding that ripe, funky gym-stink that only came from three-day-old boxer briefs and unwashed armpits. He forced Connor to flex, to stretch, to roll his soaked belly. To dig his hand into his piss-drenched waistband and take a deep sniff.

"Hnnnnnghhh—yeahhh, you reek. You fuckin’ reek. Just like we wanted."

Tongue lolled. Cock twitched. Voice glitched as Stinky puppeted the throat again.

"Gonna stroke meeee sweaty ghost cock—smell it, taste it, drown in it—"

The whole room stank. The mirror fogged. Sweat pooled under his squatting thighs. His thick feet slid in the puddle, toes curling.

Then—

Stretch.

"Move over, pigs. Time to turn this sweaty meatstick into a goddamn polearm."

Ghost energy coiled around Connor’s cock like a snake, squeezing, stretching, pulling. Veins bulged. The head flared. Inch after inch pushed forward, dragging toward his knees, then past them. Balls swung low, pendulous, bloated with ghost slime. The cock bounced against his jiggly abs with every groan.

Stretch puppeted the arms now, forcing them to stroke with grace. Long, slow glides. Palms coated in sweat and pre. The cock was almost elegant in its new length, but the moaning mess above it was anything but.

Connor—gone.

His mouth hung open, voice slurring out in a perfect storm of cock-worship and accent-melting filth:

"Stroke itttt, stiiiink it, make me STRETCH my load—hnnnNNNNgghhh—"

One hand on the shaft.

One hand gripping the back of his sweaty neck, forcing his nose into his armpit.

"Smell it! Taste the stink!"

"Bounce the belly!"

"STROKE THE FUCKING COCK!"

All three screamed, inside and out.

Then—release.

The cum exploded in three directions: onto his chest, across the floor, and high—high enough to hit the light strip. His body jerked, knees buckling, ass jiggling, cock twitching in long, slow throbs.

He collapsed forward, face in a pool of sweat and spunk, tongue stretched out, ass high, body steaming.

OG Story: https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/1919752-The-body-snatcher-remote/map/1 

You lived in a place called “Love Field”, which was pretty ironic. You have not been able to set your love straight with anyone yet. You did have someone you had a close relationship with, but the levels of interest are dropping lower every day. You thought your relationship was breaking apart and could not seem to find the cause. Maybe you just had bad luck in your love life.

 As you passed a car; a truck made a weird turn and lost a luggage. Whatever goods it was transporting, one of them fell right through your window and hit your forehead. You began searching your car, only to find a strange small remote. You have never seen the likes of it. It seemed to be somewhat round shaped, had two points at the top and some kind of rod in between. Somehow that reminded you of a taser. There was only a single clear button on it. When you pressed it to see what it does, you noticed this weird green laser firing to your car’s ceiling. 

Suddenly you got shot with a vision; one of you firing the laser at someone and then suddenly you felt as if you were switching positions. Instantly, you looked through that person’s eyes who saw your body turning into a beautiful silver statue. Somehow you felt extremely erotically exited by it too. Now curious, the remote did not seem so scary, instead you wanted to try it.

The next day, you drove out of your dorm to see some potential targets. You saw one of them jogging by. Thus, you parked your car at the edge of the road. His name was Matt, he was from the swimmer team, and had a pretty buff body. 

He was not your close friend per se, you did not see him often, but you did text with him a lot, especially when he asked you to help him study. So yeah, that kind of “friend.” He got his own circle of friends, some of them do not particularly like you, so you stayed away from them. 

Matt was a good kid with a good body too. You could feel your hand shook a little, the remote glowed slightly. This guy was popular, touching him felt almost illegal, particularly from a nobody like you. It just felt like you were two citizens from two worlds that were never meant to collide. Hell, even your soon-to-be ex-girlfriend ranted about how much you should be more like Matt, but that it was impossible. Maybe… maybe you could try it on him.

You ducked under your car window, hoping that he had not seen you yet. Then, you aimed the device on him. Symbols started to form on the device with Matt’s name beside them, and you pushed the button.

It was jarring, at the very least. A sudden blip of unconsciousness, and you were now staring at the road ahead of your car. You lifted up your hands and inspected them, feeling that they were different, slightly bigger. The device was gripped on your right hand. You looked down, you were wearing a gray sleeveless hoodie, black track pants, and a pair of blue running shoes. You rubbed your hands on your chest, feeling the fabric and a hard amount of hard muscles beneath, your toes curled inside the shoes. 

It… It worked! You were in Matt’s body! 

You were so excited that this thing actually worked! So excited that you started to notice a tent in your… Matt’s… your pants. You wonder if this was the device’s doing. You would deal with it later…

You turned back to see your car still parked at the edge of the road. You slowly walked towards it, getting used to Matt’s height difference. You opened the door, only to see your body, covered in shiny silver coating, and not moving. You poked at it. It felt more like a statue. Hopefully, this meant that your original body would be stuck in one place, which you could hide more easily.

You decided you would go to Matt’s dorm, wanting to explore this body more and also looking a place to hide your original body for a while. You hopped on the driver seat of your car and started the engine, feeling wild and strong

***

You looked left and right in the hallway, hoping that no one would notice you carrying a silver statue. The statue itself was surprisingly light, probably because of your host’s strength.You opened Matt’s door and was surprised to find that the room was clean. No books and papers on the floor, no leftover food trash in sight, and his bed was set tidily. You quickly closed and locked the door, setting the statue and the device just beside the bed. You took off your shoes and walked to the full body mirror. “Mmm… quite a body you have, Matt.” You smiled, rubbing his face, his chest and his… “Wow, I never thought yours could be this sensitive.” You rubbed your hands in front of the tent on your pants before slipping it free. The bulge was even more visible under the speedos. Without further thought, your hands dove under it and started to fondle Matt’s dick. It was somewhat more pleasurable than when you did it in your body. It was even more arousing with the fact that you could see your friend’s face filled with lust in the mirror, copying your exact moves. Then, you raised your left arm and flexed your massive bicep with a groan. Matt’s innocent face twisted into a douchey expression excited you so much.

“Fuck Matt! You’re a naughty boy inside, aren’t you?”

Before long, you spurted loads of cum into your speedos, some dripping off your legs. You were so into it that you did not notice the remote blinking green light before turning off. “Ngh… gotta clean this up soon.” *** You stepped out of the shower, naked with only towel on your waist. You winked at your reflection again and posed. After that, you made sure that you had cleaned the floor and the speedo from the mess. Eventually, you decided to wear a black hoodie, some jeans, and white Nike shoes. You walked to the mirror again, fixing your hair, and winked at yourself. “I think I’m gonna enjoy being you for a while, Romeo.”

You were getting a hard on again just by imagining how it was like to live someone else’s life for a day. Especially Matt, the perfect golden boy. But, you realized something. You did not have Matt’s memories. Even if you two are close, you could not impersonate Matt fully without his memories and his abilities. As on cue, the device’s button started to glow, as if telling you to press it. As you did so, a cable sprouted from the back of the device and latched onto the back of your right hand. Suddenly, you felt electric shock and numbness all over your body. It spasmed a little and you experienced a mild headache before it suddenly cleared. You were in awe, because now you got all of Matt’s memories. It was more like if your brain was a computer, then you have added all of Matt’s memories as a separate folder that you could look into easily. Hence, you realized that Matt never saw you as a friend, but as someone he could use for good grades. He even was fucking your girlfriend from time to time! Soon, it became obvious that Matt loved to manipulate other people.

“You fake ass,” you glared at your reflection. “Can’t be mad at you, though. With a body like this, I would fuck anything that moves too.”

***

You attended all of Matt’s class without anyone suspecting anything. All have gone smoothly and everyone bought your nice guy persona. It probably helped that acting was a part of Matt already. After your last class, one of Matt’s friend, Trent, was calling you in the hallway.

“Yo! Matt!” he shouted.

You flashed a perfect smile. “Hey.”

“You doing anythin tonight?” asked Trent.

“No, not necessarily. Why?” you wondered.

Trent tapped your back “I got some nice booze. Want to try it out tonight, but don’t want to make it a party, too messy. Figured I could drag you in, since you’re one of my best bros.” You thought about it, this could be the opportunity to have your revenge on Matt.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Good. 7 p.m. at my place.”

*** “Glad you could come.” greeted your friend. Trent opened the door to his room, welcoming you in. Trent’s room was like the typical jock’s room, pretty messy, a clear contrast to Matt’s. “So, where is the booze?” you questioned.

“One sec.”

Trent’s back was facing you. You aimed the device at him and pressed the button. A jolt, then you were seeing a different view. You chuckled, turning back to see Matt’s body transformed into a statue. You press the remote again, the cable sprouted out, and your body spasmed a bit. You now had all of Trent’s memories.

Walking to the mirror, you were surprised at what you find while sifting through Trent’s memories.

“Oh… Oh damn…”

Trent actually had a kink for leathers, and when you tried to look at his biker gears at the corner of the room, you were feeling aroused. In truth, Trent was not interested in motorcycling, only its leather gear. He decided to go motorcycling just to cover his kink. He just needed a justification as for why he bought the leathers. You immediately took off your clothes, your dick straightenes up, fueled by the desire of getting into the suit. You put on one of the leather suits, sliding your toned legs and arms into it, and zipping it all up. You take some pair of socks from the closet and put it on before pulling on the Sidi boots. You put the helmet on and slid your fingers into the gloves. You were now fully suited.

Walking back to the mirror, you saw yourself in full leather gear. Trent’s libido was making your dick hard inside, so you pull off the special zipper on your crotch to let your dick free. It was a bit bigger than Matt’s. One hand started to rub it, the other was exploring your muscular body, feeling the leather against your firm skin. You clicked the toes of your boots, feeling its treads gripping to the floor and the tightness of it gripping your feet. The experience, combined with Trent’s libido was too much for you so you came straight to the mirror. 

“… Man… *pant* that sure is something…”

You looked back at Matt’s statue and found out that Trent was gay and attracted to the latter. An evil smirk crossed your lips as you removed your helmet and picked up the remote. A laser shot at Matt’s statue and his body turned back to normal.

“Ugh… What happened?” asked Matt as he held his head. “Dude?! Why are you dressed like that?”

The jock stared at your hanging dick dripping with cum. 

“A man has needs.” You shrugged. “And don’t act all prude, aren’t you the guy who fuck his friend’s girlfriend?”

Matt raised an eyebrow. “Huh? Did someone lie to you?”

You shot daggers at him. “Cut the shit, bro. I’ve been inside your gorgeous body and now I’m inside your best friend.”

“Dude, you drank too much,” mocked Matt.

“You prolly don’t remember my name, but I’m the kid who helped you for your exams,” you said through Trent. “Remember that time when you accidentally send me a bondage pic?”

Matt jumped back. “What?! Trent, h- how do you know that?!”

“Because I’m not Trent, dumbass!” you yelled. “But it doesn’t matter, Trent is not the one I have a revenge against, it’s you.”

You aimed the remote at Matt who put his hands up.

“Wait! Wait! I got a lot of friends that you could like!” begged Matt. “Do you like old dudes? You can have my dad! Hell even my grandfather!”

“You really are an asshole,” you said before you pressed the button.

“Please! NO-”

A flash of light blinded you. When your vision came back, Trent’s statue was in front of you. You looked down and caressed your hunky frame.

“It’s great to be back inside you, motherfucker,” you taunted your host.

You shot Trent with the remote and he came back to life. 

“Aargh!” He gasped and noticed his sex suit. “Fuck! Matt, it’s not-”

“Shh.” You put your index finger on Matt’s lips. “I think you’re hella hot dressed like this.”

“Huh? I thought you were straight,” said Trent.

You removed your hoodie and bounced your pecs. “People change.”

Trent smiled and pulled down your jeans before he rammed his dick inside you. You moaned with Matt’s boyish voice and wrapped your sturdy legs around your friend’s waist. You bent your arms behind your head and flexed your chiseled torso. Meanwhile, Trent thrust inside you and licked your hairy armpits. 

“I’ve wanted your tight ass for so long,” groaned Trent.

“It’s all yours,” you purred.

You chewed at your biceps while Trent bit your beefy pecs and pounded your ass. A mischievous smile sliced on your lips as you caught your reflection thanks to Trent’s helmet. Seeing Matt, the golden boy, the casanova, moaning and getting fucked lik a slut was putting you over the moon.

“GAAHHH!” roared Trent as he splashed your hole with jizz.

You squirmed and yelped before you leaned forward and kissed your friend.

“We should do it more,” mumbled Trent.