#forced swap

(Christmas Special)

(Original story posted January 1st 2024) This story has been mildly Updated!

Note: I’m considering doing a more in depth rewrite of this story at some point down the line. I love the concept of it however feel like the way I went about wording the story in some place could be improved. I thought about doing it here but it would’ve taken a lot of time and I just want to get these stories reposted asap. I’ve still made plenty of edits to this version but keep an eye out for this story getting complete do-over in the future! - Wavell ❤️

It was the night before Christmas Day. Towns and cities all across the world were lit up with sparking colourful lights to celebrate the holidays. Everywhere you looked there was beauty just as there always was this time of year. And nobody could see that beauty better than Santa Claus himself as he soared through the skies with his sleigh full of presents and magical reindeer leading the way. Of course most believed him to be nothing more than a made up fairytale but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. Santa Claus was very much real. He simply used a little Christmas magic to make adults who didn’t believe in him think the presents he’d delivered were ones they’d bought for each other. And of course he used a little more magic to make sure nobody ever saw him either. That was one of the number one rules. Nobody is allowed to see Santa.

Well this particular night something had gone wrong with his magic when he entered the home of Brett Rivers. Usually his Christmas magic would make it so anybody would sleep through his arrival as he dropped off a present or two. However this particular stop wouldn’t go as planned.

Brett found himself fluttering awake to the sound of rustling coming from his small living room. As soon as he heard what sounded like footsteps shuffling around, he knew he had to check it out. He quietly slid out of bed in nothing but a pair of boxers, his huge muscular physique on full display. Thick bulky arms lined with definition, solid powerful legs coiled with hard muscle and a set of hefty melons for pecs.

He wasn’t at all scared. Being the hunky young man that he was, he felt like he could handle whatever idiot had tried breaking into his home. Despite that he was sure to grab the bat underneath his bed just in case.

He crept down the small corridor outside his bedroom and towards the living room where he turned the corner and saw none other than Santa Claus himself!? Or at least a dude dressed up as Santa. He’d been expecting burglar so the sight of the fat old man dressed up in red and white certainly had him lost for words. He’d just stared in disbelief for a few moments until he finally snapped out of it.

“Oi! What the hell are you doing in my house!?” Brett shouted while bringing the bat up into a threatening position ready to swing.

Startled, Santa whipped around to see the angry and confused hunk of a man stood behind him. “O-oh? You shouldn’t be out of bed Brett.” He said, knowing Brett’s name immediately, with an equal amount of confusion in his voice. “Oh dear… this has never happened before.” Santa hummed with a hint of frustration as he realised he’d broken one of the Christmas rules. He wasn’t allowed to be seen dropping off presents. Not by anyone. “This won’t do at all.” He grumbled whilst stroking a gloved hand through his long white beard.

“What the fuck are you talking about you crazy old man!” Brett shouted, getting angrier by the second. “How the hell do you know my name!?… N-no I don’t care just get the fuck out before I beat the shit out of your fat ass and call the cops!” He bellowed furiously before taking a few threatening steps closer to the intruder.

Santa sighed. “I’m sorry to do this my boy but I can’t allow that.” The jolly old man suddenly began rubbing his gloved hands together as Brett got closer. Before Brett could issue his final warning, Santa opened his hands again in a sudden movement and blew a cloud of fairy dust directly in the hunk’s face.

The stud coughed and spluttered as he stumbled backwards slightly, dropping the bat in the process with a loud thud. His entire body began to feel light and weak as his eyes grew heavy. “W…What… did y-you…” Before Brett could even finish his sentence, he fell completely unconscious. Luckily Santa was quick enough to catch him before landed flat on his face.

“Ooof… I’ve got you. Just sleep.” The fat bearded man whispered as his magic dust took full effect. Though as he held Brett’s unconscious body, Santa couldn’t help allowing his eyes to wander across the hulking form Brett adorned. All the muscular curves and ridges that weren’t even the slightest bit hindered by the mouthwatering thickness of his form. Put plain and simply, Brett was an adonis. Big Mr Claus couldn’t help biting his lip in a moment of perviness that was rather uncharacteristic for him. He soon shook his head however and got back to business.

Using a surprising amount of strength, Santa carefully hoisted Brett up onto his feet once again before taking a breath and tossing the muscular man over his shoulder. If his cheeks weren’t already so rosey then he probably would’ve been blushing at feeling having this big handsome almost naked man on his shoulder.

“You’re certainly a strong healthy lad aren’t you my boy.” Santa chuckled slightly as he gave Brett’s muscle ass a cheeky pat before rubbing his hand down the back Brett’s thighs and getting a good feel for those thick hamstrings of his. “Very strong indeed…” he continued to mumble as his hand slid back over Brett’s ass again.

With that Santa made sure he had a good grip on Brett before taking his leave and heading back to his sleigh. Once there he carefully placed the hunk in the back of the sleigh alongside his magical sack of presents. “What am I gonna do with you?…” Santa pondered as he stared down at Brett for a moment, still taking in that young gorgeous body. “Welp. I’ll have to figure it out later. Time is running out and I have presents to deliver!” He declared before heading to the next house that was in need of a couple presents from Santa.

———

Brett awoke to find himself sitting on a cold wooden chair in an unfamiliar room. As his eyes darted around, it almost seemed like he was in some sort of laboratory. It was hard to tell at first but as his vision cleared he began to make out a room filled with all sorts of machines that the hunk couldn’t even begin to understand. There were multiple work stations full of gadgets and devices that’d seemingly been crafted here, none of which Brett could make sense of.

“Finally back with us eh? We’ve been waiting forever for that slumber magic to wear off.” Said an elf beside him. “Took your body awhile to wake up after having you under for so many months.” The tiny worker added causally.

“W-what!? What’re you talking about?! Months?! What’s-Grrrahh!” As his body began to wake, Brett attempted to jump up from the chair he was seated in only to find both his arms and legs had been tightly strapped down with restraints. “Hey! Let me go you fucking creep!” He shouted while continuing to struggle but his attempts to free himself were all in vain.

The elf shook his head as he watched Brett struggle. He sunk his hands into the pockets of his messy lab coat. “Sorry mister, no can do. Might as well save your strength.” He tutted as he pulled out what looked to be some sort of phone. The scrawny little elf tapped a few buttons before speaking into the device. “He’s awake now sir if you’re ready to proceed.”

Brett was even more confused. He could feel his heart beginning to pound faster as he attempted to process what was happening. The last thing he could clearly remember was being woken up in the middle of the night by some Santa looking fucker breaking into his house. Now he was here in the freaky looking gadget workshop. As he peered over his shoulder, he was even more freaked out by the huge machine sitting behind him. He couldn’t begin to fathom what it was for but the two helmets attached to it didn’t fill him with confidence. Especially as one of them was very close to his head…

“What the fuck is that?!” Brett’s voice boomed through the laboratory. When he didn’t get a response, his face grew red with frustration fuelled by fear. “Hey! Answer me you stupid little fuck! What the fuck are you doing to me!?” The jock struggled against his restraints once more in the hopes of performing a miracle and breaking out. But that was only fantasy.

The elf sighed. “Look man. I’ve been instructed not to say anything until the big man gets here. He’ll explain everything to you.” He said reluctantly. “You know I kinda felt bad for you at first but now… I think I’m starting to see why Mr Claus was okay with going through with this.”

The cryptic wording only made Brett more worried. “C-come on man. Just let me go. Please, I’ll give you anything.” Brett’s anger from moments ago turned to pleas as he quickly came to terms with the fact that there was likely no way for him to get out of whatever this was. But once again he was ignored. He begged over and over but the elf had already turned its back to him. There was nothing he could do.

Despite this Brett continued to plead in vain until he was cut off when the large metal door at the opposite end of the room made a beeping sound before sliding open. A wave of nervous anticipation washed over Brett as he saw the fat lumbering form of Santa Claus step foot in the lab.

This time Santa adorned a long sleeved red and white striped button down that just barely managed to stretch across his massive stomach and soft pecs. It was assisted in holding his huge gut in place by a pair of red suspenders that were attached to a large pair of slacks of the same colour. Slacks that also fit the older man’s robust frame rather tightly in a way that showed off his fat ass and legs rather nicely.

“Ah! Mr Claus! The machine is prepped and ready for you. Just give the word and we’ll begin the procedure.” The nerdy looking elf who’d been keeping Brett company chirped, seeming elated to be in the large man’s presence.

“Thank you Venix. None of this would be possible without you and your team. I’ll be sure to treat you all to something nice after this is over.” Santa smiled warmly at his Head Scientist & Technician who was practically beaming at the words of appreciation. With that however, Santa was quick to turn his attention to the hunk strapped down before him, still wearing nothing but a pair of tight underwear.

Mr Claus took a few thunderous steps towards Brett, his belly shaking slightly with each one, until he stood directly over the jock. “Why hello again Brett. Glad to see you’re back with us. We had to keep you unconscious for quite a few months while we finished this project but it seems it’s finally time.”

There it was again. Months. “What do you mean months!? T-that’s not…?? What the fuck is happening?!” Brett panicked aloud.

Santa chuckled. “Well when I brought you here last Christmas this project was only in the planning stage. We hadn’t even begun building the glorious machine you see behind you. So naturally we’ve had to keep you asleep whilst my trusty elves got to work. And they’ve done a fine job by the looks of it.” He looked up at the large glimmering machine that sat behind Brett which had been charged with a mix of both the earth’s finest resources and some premium magic to give it the energy needed for it’s grand purpose. “And to answer your question, its now the middle of June.”

The realisation hit Brett like a ton of bricks. Had he really been here for six whole months?! There was no way. It had to be a trick right? “You’re lying!” He claimed. “If I’d really been out for that long I would’ve been skin and bone by now. But I’ve still got all my fucking muscle so cut the bullshit old man!”

“You’re right. Under normal circumstances you would’ve lost most of your muscle mass by now.” Santa admitted. “Luckily for us, the magic we’ve used to keep you asleep also acts as a preservative. Meaning your body has been able to retain its size and mass despite being inactive for so long. Almost like you’ve been frozen I suppose.” He explained as he leaned forwards and shamelessly groped one of Brett’s thick pecs before using his other hand to feel the hunks meaty arms. “Mmmm yeah. Still in perfect condition…” he grunted much to Brett’s own disturbance.

After having his fun, Santa walked past Brett before placing a hand on the machine. Admiring its glory after all the hard sweat and tears his elves put into making it. He couldn’t have been more grateful towards them. Once this was over he was already planning on throwing a big celebration for them all. With that though, Santa turned his gaze towards an empty chair beside Brett. It seemed just a little bigger, perfect for accommodating a man of Santa’s size.

“Well there’s no time like the present I say. Let’s get this show on the road!” Mr Claus announced as walked past Brett again and towards the adjacent chair. As he passed though, Santa couldn’t help jiggling his fat belly, seemingly in a mocking manner. “Take a good look at this stomach Brett because in a few moments it’ll be all yours…” he taunted.

“What the hell are you going on about!?! J-just let me go!! Please!” Brett screamed but he received no answer. Only a mischievous smirk from Santa as he sat down in the other chair. He could only watch in confusion as Venix strapped the burly man into the chair with restraints similar to his own.

Once Santa was securely locked into his chair, Venix looked up at him with a small smile. “May I send them in now sir?” He asked. Mr Claus simply nodded in response. Of course Brett was once again clueless to what was going on but it soon became clear as Venix stepped out for a moment only to re-enter the room with a huge lobby full of other elves behind him. Most of them were other scientists and engineers that’d worked on the machine while others were just elves who were lucky enough to have been chosen to witness the event. And if that didn’t freak Brett out enough, Venix then mentioned that the cameras were now rolling and broadcasting to the entirety of the Christmas Villa.

The small crowd that’d come to watch the event live began cheering when Santa gave the thumbs up to start the procedure. Venix grabbed one of the helmets attached to the machine and first made his way over to Santa. He gently placed the device on the jolly man’s head before securing it in place. Once it was on, Venix swiped up the other helmet and brought it over to Brett.

“No! Stop! Keep that thing away from me! Get away!” He shouted while writhing in his chair. Unfortunately for him, the restraints were right and his body still hadn’t fully recovered after having been knocked out for so long. There was little he could do to stop the elf from forcing the helmet onto his head and swiftly securing it. “Fuck! Get it off!” He continued thrashing around but his frustration was immediately drowned out by the growing cheers and excitement of the crowd all whilst Santa grinned in an almost maniacal manner beneath that bushy white beard.

Venix flipped a few switches and booped a few buttons on the big machine, causing it to roar to life as it started powering up. A sound that excited everyone in the room except for the kidnapped jock. And as the machine continued to hum and glow, Venix made his way over to a small nearby station with a control pad that was hooked up to the device. He began to punch in the settings before looking over towards Santa again for one last sign of approval. A small wink from the big man was all he needed. With all the other elves rallying him on, Venix took a deep breath and smacked his hand down on the big red button that would set everything into motion.

The machine began to rattle before glowing even brighter than before. It was generating an incredibly fierce amount of energy that only made Brett more terrified. He didn’t have much time to dwell on it however as moments later a powerful current of magic and electricity surged down from the machine and into both helmets. Immediately both Santa and Brett gripped their chairs tightly and the energy flooded into them. It was a feeling that was almost indescribable. In a way it felt both uncomfortable yet satisfying at the same time.

The crowd simply watched in awe as both Brett and Santa’s bodies began to convulse. Brett’s muscle jiggling almost as much as Santa’s fat. Both men couldn’t help letting out uncontrollable groans almost in unison as their eyes began to roll. It was impossible to tell if they were in pain or pleasure. But that wouldn’t matter as soon Brett could feel his vision starting to blur.

It was the most surreal experience. One moment it seemed as though he were looking down at the muscular body he was accustomed to and the next he was suddenly looking down at a fat wobbly belly held in place by the very same shirt and suspenders Santa was wearing. Brett’s vision continued to fade in and out between seeing both perspectives. At first he only saw flashes of the fatter body below him before returning to his muscled one but each time it lingered for longer. It was mind boggling in a way that he could hardly even comprehend. His view was constantly jumping back and forth. Buff to fat to buff to fat again.

The cycle of flashing perspectives continued as the machine fed more and more energy to the helmets until at last there was one massive jolt of energy that caused both men to writhe in their seats. The audience began to look slightly worried but Venix assured them it was all part of the process. And just as he said that, the machine began powering itself down after seemingly having completed its task.

Both Brett and Santa were left unconscious for a minute or so after the machine shut down. During which Venix quickly ran over to them both and removed the helmets but left their restraints in place just in case something had gone wrong. Every elf in the villa was practically holding their breath as they waited to know the results. To know if Santa’s plan had been a success. So when the body of Santa began to groan and come around, they were all eager to see his reaction.

Slowly but surely Brett blinked his eyes open again. “Ughhh… what? What happened?…” he mumbled but immediately he knew something was wrong. His voice. It sounded much older and huskier than before. But that was the least of his concerns. Pretty soon his eyes started to focus and when he looked down, he got the shock of a lifetime.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?!” Brett shrieked as instead of the hunky body he was used to, he looked down to see the body of Santa! His belly looked fucking massive as it stretched out the very same shirt Santa had been wearing. And his legs looked so huge and fat as they filled out those red slacks. Clothes that never would’ve fit his old body were now hugging him tightly as if to emphasise just how fat he was. But that wasn’t all as Brett then quickly came to notice the massive beard that was cascading down from his face. And it was completely white! At that moment he knew what had happened but his brain couldn’t accept it. It was impossible after all. There was no way he’d actually swapped bodies with Santa!?

It was then that Brett heard a low familiar sounding grumble come from beside him. He whipped his head to the right only to see none other than himself! His own damn body! And it seemed to slowly be waking up as well.

“Sir? Sir, are you okay?” Venix asked as he rushed over towards Brett’s former body.

The hunk shook his head a little as he squinted his eyes open. “Y-yeah. I feel… good.” Santa mumbled. A smirk slowly etched itself across his face as he got a good look at his body below. No longer was his vision obscured by the presence of a massive gut nor did he feel so heavy and old. Instead he felt stronger than he had in years! He could already feel a youthful energy pulsing through his very being! “I feel… absolutely fantastic! Quick Venix! Take off these restraints!” He commanded with excitement.

The elf undid the arm restraints first before quickly undoing the ones binding Santa’s legs. Immediately the man jumped up out of the chair and started to inspect his new form. First of all running his hands along his chest and stomach. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he groped his new pecs. They were so thick yet so firm at the same time unlike the flabby chest his old body had. But his stomach was what threw him off the most. He’d gotten so used to his big belly that he almost forgot what it was like to have a flat stomach. And on top of that he even had abs! There were hardly even words to describe what he was feeling right now besides pure wonder and astonishment.

“God yes. I should’ve done this years ago!” Santa claimed as he started to flex. Loving how his thick new arms bulged with every movement. Feeling a rush of pure dopamine as his biceps peaked and swelled before his eyes. Despite being smaller than he was before, all the strength and muscle made him feel like a one man army. Like he could take on absolutely anything and anyone! All the while his elves continued to watch on in curiosity as their leader examined his new body.

“H-hey! That’s mine! That’s my fucking body!” Brett began to shout from the other chair. He was still strapped down but that didn’t stop him from struggling again anyway. “You can’t do this! Switch us back now or I’ll… I’ll…”

“You’ll what?” Santa asked smugly while turning his gaze towards his former fat body. “Sorry Brett but there’s nothing you can do. I’ve been in need of an upgrade for a long time and your body is the perfect fit.” He added before striking another cocky pose, promoting the elves to begin cheering their new Santa on.

“But you can’t… I can’t… I’m not old and fat…” Brett mumbled, looking down at himself again.

Santa sauntered over towards Brett with a confident swagger. “Sorry my boy but… you are.” He leaned in until their faces were only inches apart. It was jarring on a whole other level for Brett to be stared down by his own handsome face. “And I’m young and strong.” He taunted before leaning in even closer until Brett could feel his former body’s hot breath on his ear. “You’re fat and I’m buff. You’re old and I’m young. I’m gorgeous and you’re not. You have a tiny dick and I’m hung… as… fuck.” Santa whispered so the elves didn’t hear but every word shocked Brett to the core as they forced him to come to terms with reality.

“Oops.” Santa said as he glanced down at the already hefty bulge in his underwear starting to grow. “Guess I’m getting a little too excited.” He chuckled. With that he looked over his shoulder at Venix before asking the head scientist to clear the room and shut down the camera’s so they could have some privacy. Before long the elves had all piled out of the room and the two men were finally alone.

“Well I’ve got to say my boy, being inside your body feels even more exhilarating than I’d anticipated. You’ve certainly taken good care of yourself haven’t you? A body like this doesn’t happen overnight. A good diet, lots of exercise. I imagine it took a lot of hard work.” Santa continued to flex and explore his new form. Admiring the shape of each muscle he traced his fingers along his new form. “Don’t worry. I’ll be sure to keep up whatever routines you had. I’m going to take really good care of this body for you.”

By this point Brett was too beaten and embarrassed to even muster a reply. What could he even say at this point anyway? It was already made clear to him that this wasn’t being undone. Santa Claus had stolen his body and there was nothing he could do about it besides accept whatever his new fate was inside this massive new body.

“So what? Am I gonna have to go out on Christmas now? Deliver all your damn presents?” Brett mumbled in defeat.

“Oh no not at all. You might look like the jolly old man everyone expects but I’m still Santa Claus. I’ll still be delivering all the presents every Christmas Eve. Lord knows it’ll be easier with this fit body.” He commented before flexing his arm again and kissing his bicep. “You will stay here. My elves will take care of all your needs. They’ll get you everything you need whether that be food, entertainment or anything else within reason. We can’t have you going back to civilisation after all. Not after all this.” The new jock sighed.

As bad as this all was for Brett, he had to admit that wasn’t the worst deal. No more responsibilities to worry about. No more work, no more bills, no more working out. He could just laze around and do whatever he wanted.

Santa glanced down at his crotch again. “Well I’m gonna head back to my house in the villa while I’ve got this new cock under control. I’ll send a few elves in to help you out of those restraints when I leave. They’ll show you to your new place.” He explained nonchalantly as he strutted towards the exit, loving the naturally confident way his muscular body swayed. “Oh and play nice. If you try anything funny, I’ve given them permission to gas you with more slumber magic.”

With that Brett could do nothing but watch as the new Santa Claus walked away with his body. He still couldn’t quite believe this was all real. He kept thinking that any minute he’d wake up at home in his own bed having just had a bad dream. But as a handful of elves entered the room a few minutes later, it became clearer and clearer to Brett just how real this all was.

Santa had stolen his body.

———

The elves couldn’t keep their eyes off the jock that made his way down the corridor. Instead of their usual happy greetings, most elves just looked on in bewilderment. Not knowing what to do or say. Of course him being almost naked with a rather intimidating bulge in his underwear probably had something to do with that. Yet their locked gazes would only serve to make Santa feel even more cocky about his new body. Of course he knew it’d probably take some adjusting for them all in the long term to get used to his new look but he knew that eventually they’d be looking at him as if he’d always been a muscle bound hunk.

As soon as he stepped outside, Santa felt a chill run down his body. He was cold. It’d been so long that he’d almost forgotten the feeling. His old body had completely acclimated the temperatures of the North Pole but this new one was unfamiliar. Strangely though he welcomed the feeling. It was yet another sensation that came with this body that almost seemed brand new, once again reminding him of his success. However that didn’t stop him from speeding up his stride to get out of the cold just a bit quicker.

He was relieved once he finally stepped inside his little house at the top of the villa. The warm and cozy feeling of the permanently Christmas themed home washing over him just as it always did. With a sigh Santa stretched his arms above his head as he walked through the living area and towards the bedroom. He passed the kitchen on the way and couldn’t help glancing at the fridge for a moment as he remembered what was in there. Mountains of tasty yet very unhealthy food. “I’ll need to clean that out and put some proper food in as soon as I get the chance.” He thought to himself, not wanting to risk ruining this new body anytime soon.

Once he entered the bedroom however, that same grin from before re-emerged. Finally he was alone. No elves around to stare. No Brett around to curse him out or beg for his body back. Santa was all alone at last. Free to explore the body he’d been fantasising about stealing during the months leading up to the swap. A fantasy he’d been jerking off too every other night at the mere thought of touching Brett’s body as his own. And now it was. Every inch of gorgeous muscle he’d been admittedly jealous of since the moment he brought Brett home with him was now all under his control!

Right away he began examining his new form properly and where better to start than admiring all of that very muscle! He started by doing the obvious and bringing his arms inwards from an arms and pecs flex. In an instant that relaxed muscle on his chest hardened into pecs of steel. Veins popping down his forearms in the process while his biceps bulged with strength that Santa had never before felt. Sure he had a little magic power but this power was different. It was raw and physical in a way that made him feel superior.

He continued to go through the motions of performing the typical muscle man poses you’d see meatheads doing all the time. Continuing to flex his arms as he brought them up into the more traditional double bicep pose, his head whipping back and forth between looking at both arms in wonder. Immediately after he bent down slightly while keeping his arms flexed before twisting his body in a way that showed off his huge back and lats. It felt incredible! If he had an audience right now he was sure they’d be eating it up.

Once Santa had finished his little gun show, he moved on to simply groping at his new muscle instead as his hands roamed every inch of his new form. Naturally his pecs were the first to get a squeeze and doing so immediately prompted a small groan and twitch from his new cock. Squeezing that firm muscle now that it belonged to him felt even more erotic than he’d imagined. So much so that both hands lingered on his chest for a good few minutes. Just groping away. It wasn’t long after that he figured out the mind muscle connection to start making his pecs bounce and that action alone was enough to make him start chuckling like an idiot while his new cock grew harder with every bounce.

“Uuuughh… fuuuck yeahhh…” Santa groaned as he used one hand to continue groping at his chest while the other slid down to his crotch. Gently he began to stroke his cock through his underwear and the sensitivity of it was off the charts. He hadn’t even pulled it out yet but just the feeling of his hand rubbing across that fat member was causing shivers to run up his body. He’d been stuck with that old man dick for so long that he’d forgotten what it was like to have such a young and virile cock. “Mmmm come on Claus… gotta hold it together.” He mumbled to himself as he mustered up the strength to stop rubbing his cock. For now.

After giving himself a moment to calm down and finally be able to pull away from his pecs, Santa began hitting a multitude of different poses. Not just typical body builder poses however. Now he was posing more like a Greek god as he relished in the amount of grace his new form was able to move and pose with.

Poses that would’ve before been rather unflattering on him previously now looked awe inspiring. During which he couldn’t help admiring the sheer level of flexibility of his new form as well. Flexibility that allowed him to effortlessly move into positions that glamorised his muscular form in a way that would’ve inspired many to either look up to him or wish to worship him. Or perhaps both.

Soon enough though, his posing was once again brought to an end by the desire to touch himself. He gave his juicy muscle tits another quick squeeze before moving on to groping his biceps instead. Once again flexing them and loving just how firm and strong they felt. And once he was done with those he couldn’t help admiring his thick boulder-like shoulders at least a little. Rubbing them in a way that made it look as though he were giving himself a hug. But after that his interests wandered further south yet again. This time going past his pecs and towards his stomach. Of course he’d already had a chance to admire his new abs a little earlier on but as he brushed his hands across them, he couldn’t help taking notice of the new tattoo on his left side just below his lats.

“Would you look at that? Ain’t ever had tattoos before.” Santa commented as he traced the ink. Of course he’d know about Brett’s tattoo. He’d seen the man pretty almost nude enough times to know. But seeing those tattoos now on himself was still an intriguing experience. In fact it only prompted him to look further down at his body towards the much bigger and more noticeable tattoo on his left thigh. It was one of a snake that Santa had to admit looked pretty damn awesome. Though he’d never considered himself a tattoo kind of guy before with his whole jolly old man persona, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the little bit of ink this new body had. Hell maybe he’d even look into getting a few more some day. Maybe a candy cane or something else to reflect his Christmas spirit.

Whilst admiring the snake tattoo, Santa of course couldn’t help admiring the leg it was inked onto in the process. Both of his legs infact. They were huge! But not in the fatty way like before. No. Now they were thick with power and pure masculinity. He felt as though he could squat a damn mountain! Just every part of this body made him feel invincible to the point where he found himself wondering yet again why the hell he hadn’t done this sooner!? He should’ve had the elves build that machine and find him a young hunky body years ago.

Once he was finished admiring his thick new tree trunks, Santa knew he had to check out the ass. He was able to look over his shoulder just enough to catch a glimpse of the round muscle ass he now carried on his backside. He couldn’t help himself. Before Santa even knew it, both his hands slithered towards his backside and latched onto his bubbly cheeks. Once again having a big ass wasn’t anything new to him but, just like everything else, now it was large in a different way that was so much more satisfying. Santa just couldn’t stop himself from placing each hand below one cheek before jiggling his ass. Feeling the muscle wobble behind him had to have been one of the most erotic things he’d felt in a long time. So much so that it looked as though his cock was going to burst out of his underwear at any second with how stiff it was!

He couldn’t ignore it any longer. This new cock was begging for his attention. Demanding it even. And who was he to ignore its call. And so rather than pulling off his underwear, in a moment of horniness, Santa used his newfound strength to rip a hole in the front of them instead. Doing so only turned him on even more. His youthful cock lurched forwards, bucking and leaking as it was finally set free from his prison. And with a face full of pure lust, Santa gripped his stolen cock with an iron grip and started stroking it intensely.

“Mmmmm… soooo haaarrrdddd! Soooo haarrrrddddd!!!” Santa moaned using Brett’s deep tone as desire began consuming him. He hadn’t had an erection this stiff in centuries. Simply the lust itself was driving him mad! And it certainly didn’t help that this body hadn’t nutted in months over the time that Brett had been unconscious. These new bull nuts of his were practically begging to blow their seed everywhere.

He was so horny. So god damn horny. The more he stroked, the harder it was to think about anything but his dick. “Gotta cum! Gotta cum!” He would start to groan. It was like his cock had taken over his mind and all he wanted now was to unload his balls. So much so that he’d begun jerking his dick with an incredibly fiery passion. All the while literally anything he did from feeling up his muscular body to hearing the sound of his new voice only continued to ramp his horniness up further.

Naturally it wasn’t long before he could feel himself starting to get close. But as he did his body moved on its own. Instead of continuing to jerk his cock normally, Santa leapt onto the bed and immediately began humping his bed sheets. Rubbing his cock aggressively against the sheets as if he were fucking something. His thick muscle ass rising up and down with every thrust while his moans only grew needier. And just as his body acted on autopilot, his mind seemed to do the same as he started to imagine his head scientist Venix on the bed below him. The small yet hairy little elf taking the pounding of a lifetime as Santa stuffed his fat new cock inside the elf’s hole. God it was so hot to think of Venix’s cries of pleasure mixing with his own. It was sending him into a tailspin! At this rate he was gonna-

“UGH! UGHHH! UUGHHHHHHHHhuuuuuuuu…” Santa found himself clenching his new muscle ass while shooting what was probably the fattest load of his life all over the bed sheets below, splattering them in his thick jock seed. And it just wouldn’t stop. His dick was like a broken faucet that couldn’t stop leaking. Every time he thought it was over, his body would shiver again and another rope of cum would shoot from his cock. It wasn’t until the bed below him seemed nearly drenched in cum did it finally seem to stop.

With that the hunk let himself drop limp onto the bed despite dampness. “Holy… that was… incredible.” Santa was at last able to say as his mind cleared again. After which he just smiled to himself as he closed his eyes and allowed himself to rest in a puddle of his own cum for a while as he recovered.

Buuuut his rest didn’t last long. After all that Santa knew he was gonna need a nice long shower to clean up and he couldn’t have been more excited to lather up this new form with soap. Soon enough he jumped off the bed yet again with his cock still bouncing eagerly between his legs. Somehow, after all of that, it was already hard again! It was unreal but Santa certainly wasn’t complaining as he reached down and grabbed his still dripping cock before smacking it against his other hand a few times. “God it feels good to be young and hung.”

Santa quickly swiped up another fresh pair of grey boxer briefs. He’d made sure to have them and a bunch of other clothes made in advance to fit his new body. After awkwardly tucking his erection into the front, they fit pretty well. His elves had done a good job at making them. He loved how the tight fit not only showed off his bulge but also the shape and curve of his ass. He had to rip his eyes away from himself though so he could get to work pulling off his sheets and stripping it all down so it was ready to be washed.

Once that was taken care of however, Santa stepped foot in the bathroom and finally caught sight of his reflection. Somehow he’d managed to miss almost every mirror on his way home. Now though as he stood before his own bathroom mirror, he could finally see what he was working with. Instead of the flabby figure this mirror had grown accustomed to showing every day, now it showed something far superior. A jock. A hunk. A hot fucking meathead. But it wasn’t just his body, it was his face.

Seeing that handsome face in the mirror was both jarring and at the same time the most incredible thing Santa could’ve imagined. Seeing every feature move under his own accord. Every blink, every twitch. All of it was him. Despite that it was still so hard to believe. His brain was still trying to catch up. He reached up and ran his fingers gently across his new features. Inspecting them all so carefully. Running a hand softly through his thick brown hair before bringing it down to tug through his short new beard. Feeling how smooth his young new skin felt in comparison to the wrinkles he’d known for so long. Even finding simple wonder in the fact that things such as his nose were a different size and shape compared to before. It was all those little details rolled into one that made the whole experience so extraordinary.

He must've stood in front of the mirror for nearly an hour as he admired both his face and body. And half of that time was spent with his back to the mirror so he could stare at the reflection of his jock butt. It was addictive. And the whole time his cock was pressing angrily against his underwear once again. He’d really have to find a way to get that thing under control otherwise it was gonna be hard to even leave the house without the elves all locking eyes with his crotch whenever he went anywhere.

“Well. Suppose I should actually get on with… things.” He thought to himself with a sigh as he took one last look at the mirror before kicking off the new underwear, satisfied with its fit. And with that he grinned as he flipped on the shower and stepped under the steaming water, allowing it to cascade down his body and cock. With how his monstrous member was already bucking at him again, Santa had a feeling he probably wouldn’t be stepping out of the shower again until he’d busted another nut…

———

Almost six months had passed since Santa had stolen Brett’s body. It was December 23rd yet again and Christmas was right around the corner. By this time of the year the elves had already finished making all their toys. It was on this night they had a tradition of celebrating alongside Santa with a huge pre-christmas buffet meal. But this year things were a little different.

Brett, in Santa’s original body, was present at the buffet and digging in just as Santa usually would. Helplessly stuffing that fat new belly of his. The real Santa on the other had only stayed for the beginning of the feast to celebrate and eat his healthy prepped food rather than any of the buffet. But soon enough he had to excuse himself so he could get his last workout in before the big night.

Even before the swap, Santa had commissioned another team of elves to start building a gym. It was a little side project he had going on while the swapping machine was being constructed. That said, ever since taking Brett’s body, he’s been making incredible use of it. He found himself using it at least 5-6 times a week religiously. It wasn’t hard getting used to the schedule thanks to his body already being so used to it. The workouts themselves however were a little rough to begin with. He did better than expected thanks to muscle memory but he still needed to do a lot of research before he was performing at the same level Brett once was in the gym. But with how determined Santa was to keep this body as huge and jacked as possible, it wasn’t long before he was practically a pro in the gym. He was lifting weight like a beast and always pushing his muscles to their limits. And he loved every second! The feeling of it was invigorating to him now. So much so that he actually needed to force himself to take a day off most days but even then he’d usually end up doing some cardio in the form of jogging around the villa. Usually shirtless.

It was almost incredible how well he’d taken to fitness. It was the only thing he’d been worried about before the swap. Worried that he wouldn’t be able to keep up the intense routine that Brett did to forge this body. Worried that he’d end up getting lazy and lose all the muscle he was about to steal. But the result was the complete opposite. If anything he was pushing himself even further than Brett ever could with how much more free time he had in comparison. Just in the last couple of months he could swear he’s not only been able to maintain his jockish form but has even grown a bit bigger!

A small crowd of elves had even come to watch him workout which Santa didn’t mind in the slightest. If anything it just gave him a chance to show off just how fucking swole he was. He adored seeing the shocked looks on their faces as he did multiple sets with weights that some of the elves wouldn’t even be able to move on their own. It only fuelled Santa’s cocky new ego even further.

That was something a lot of elves had begun to notice about their new leader. His ego. He was still incredibly kind and jolly but most would admit that he wasn’t quite as humble as he was before. At least not when it came to his body. He never had any problems showing off his physique and flexing cockily for the elves just for them to shower him in praise. If anything he encouraged it. Even now as he wore his baggy Christmas get up, that’d been resized to fit his new body, he still looked incredible!

Santa continued going through the motions of it all until finally completing his workout. He racked up his weights and grabbed the fluffy red jacket he’d discarded part way through his session with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Ahhhhhh… all ready for tomorrow night I think guys.” Santa commented as he sauntered up to the group of spectating elves. He couldn’t help hitting a quick pose which was met with swift applause.

“Pretty excited for my first big night with this form. Can’t wait to see how much easier it’s going to be.” He laughed. It was truly an exciting occasion. Sure he’d done his Christmas run hundreds of times but this year he could tell it was going to be truly special. More so than it’d been in a long time. But that wasn’t just because he knew he’d be checking himself out on every reflective surface he saw while delivering presents. It was also because he had an amazing present of his own waiting for him when he got home.

After that first day in Brett’s body when he’d fantasied about fucking Venix’s brains out, Santa had been making subtle moves on the intelligent elf who’d lead the project that’d given him this body. Dropping hints every now and then that made the elf blush profusely until one day Santa couldn’t stop himself. Without thinking he grabbed Venix and pinned him against a wall with ease before pressing their bearded lips together. After that it wasn’t long before the two found a supply closet in the laboratory building and Santa used his new fat cock to resize Venix’s hole.

Ever since then Santa had been fucking Venix constantly to satiate his youthful cock’s desire. So much so that Venix practically moved into Santa’s little house. The two never explicitly stated why they’d made this decision but most of the elves had a good idea given what this new ‘young and hung’ version of Santa was like.

And so the plan was for Santa to arrive back home on Christmas morning and as soon as the festivities were over, he and Venix would be spending the rest of Christmas locked up in Santa’s bedroom. They wouldn’t be leaving until the hairy elf had been foiled to the brim with jock cum over and over again until Santa was satisfied. He’d say it was going to be a Christmas to remember but honestly all he was gonna remember from this year were the sounds of his fat bull balls smacking loudly against Venix’s ass…

(Original story posted September 17th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

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I still couldn’t believe Calvin-I mean Brett actually got his step brother to suck on his muscle tits like that. I wouldn’t have believed it had he not sent me a picture for proof. Lucky bastard, getting to swap bodies with his hunky older bro. Both of us had always had a crush on him and now he got to have all that hot muscle to himself. I’d probably be more jealous if I didn’t happen to land in a gorgeous body myself. A massive upgrade compared to my old body, that’s for sure.

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Before the swap I had been an aspiring actor. I went to all the drama and theatre classes back in school and studied it even further through college. And I was good at it! All the people around me seemed to think so anyway. And so by the time I left college, I had a dream. Not just to become an actor, but to become a star! To really make a name for myself in the film and TV industry in hopes that one day people around the world would know my name. Some said I might’ve been dreaming a little too big and to temper my expectations but how the hell do you expect to get anywhere if you don’t shoot for the stars!

Yet over the last couple years I quickly noticed a pattern. I frequently found myself stuck playing background characters while it was always the dudes that were huge and buff or lean and fit that got the real opportunities. I wouldn’t say I was unattractive myself but I certainly couldn’t hold a candle to some of the ruggedly handsome men I saw getting offered the big roles. People around me try to say that dudes like myself would get offered roles for ‘relatable characters’ all the time. It was true but at the end of the day those roles were rarely ever big enough for someone to really make a name for themselves. At the end of the day most people wanted to see hunks and heart throbs front and centre.

Upon this realisation I tried my best to get into fitness but it never stuck. I could never keep a routine or a diet. Gradually this caused me to give up hope on my dreams of stardom and forced me to accept the reality that I was probably just going to be a background actor for most of my career. If I even decided to stick with acting that was. After all it wasn’t as if I was just gonna wake up one morning looking like Chris Hemsworth… right?

Well one evening I was laid in bed scrolling through my phone and contemplating my life decisions when the whole world around me began to spin. My vision blurred and for a moment it felt as though I weighed nothing at all. As if I were somehow floating through the air like a leaf in the wind. Yet the feeling disappeared just as suddenly as it came and with it my vision began to clear. But something was very different.

Before anything else the first thing I noticed was the hot water cascading down my body, quickly snapping me back to reality. I jolted forwards slightly, blinking my eyes a little as I was clearly no longer in my bedroom but rather a bathroom that I didn’t recognise. The shower behind me continued to rain onto my back as I gathered my bearings, noticing how my weight felt a little off as my eyes scanned around the room. It was much bigger and far more decorated than the tiny bathroom I’d grown accustomed to.

A few long locks of wet hair fell into view as they obscured my vision for a moment, prompting me to brush it back and out of my face. But that wasn’t right… I’d always kept my hair short. And yet now I could feel my hair running down my neck and upper back as well as over my shoulders a little. But as I glanced down to inspect the long wet hair that was seemingly my own, I was met with a much bigger surprise.

Instead of the flat chest and flabby belly I’d grown accustomed to, my hair instead cascaded over a thick pair of strong looking pecs that sat just above a set of abs that’d been forged over my stomach. Two things I never imagined I’d have! Yet it didn’t stop there. My arms seemed huge compared to before with these powerful looking biceps that bulged as I inspected them. They did well to compliment my now much wider shoulders. But then there was my cock. It looked so… perfect. It was only just starting to harden but I could already tell it was much bigger than the dick I’d known my whole life. Not to mention the much heftier ballsack just below it that I couldn’t help cradling for a moment. But even further past that was my legs. Not only were they much bulkier than before but also seemed a bit longer as well. I found myself running a hand across my thicker, hairier thigh as I slowly drifted further back until I reached my ass. Along with now having a light dusting of hair, it felt bigger but also firmer at the same time with toned muscle. Needless to say my mind could barely process what was happening. All these new sensations all at once was quite the overload to say the least.

I took a deep breath while continuing to inspect myself. Running my fingers along the contours of muscle across my body. Touching my face and noticing how odd it felt. Not to mention the beard I now had! I’d always tried to grow one before but it never came through that well. Always looking patchy and thin. But just brushing my hands through this new beard I could already tell how thick and full it was. At this point I had no idea what the hell had happened to me. Yet despite how inexplicable and insane it seemed, I couldn’t help but feel enthralled by everything I was feeling.

After a few more moments of exploring my body and jerking my fatter cock absentmindedly, I found myself switching off the shower and stepping out. I made an instant b-line for the bathroom mirror, hard dick bouncing with every step. When I saw the reflection that stared back at me, my jaw dropped.

“What th-” Before I could even get the words out of my mouth, I was cut short by the sound of my voice. It was so different. Smoother and more masculine sounding. The type of voice that could woo almost anyone with its deep calming timbre. “W-what happened…” I mumbled as I gazed upon the Adonis in the mirror. I could hardly even comprehend that the man looking back at me was myself. All that gorgeous muscle under my command. Those sharp rugged features. That long well kept hair and beard. That beautiful throbbing cock.

“I… I’m… I’m a fucking hunk!” I almost couldn’t believe my own words but it was true. I was sexy beyond belief. A walking wet dream! I had no idea how but I’d become almost the exact type of guy I’d jerk off to in my spare time. A true gift of male beauty who was bound to catch the eye of even the straightest of men. A genetic masterpiece whose mere presence would demand respect and recognition.

And what was the first thing I did? Why I beat my fucking meat like crazy of course!

Just one look at my new reflection had my fat new dick drooling with precum. Could you blame me? I was a fucking stud! And I had the dick of a stud too! After getting a good look at myself I practically couldn’t resist gripping it with an iron fist and pumping that girthy shaft like there was no tomorrow. All the while staring into the mirror and admiring myself as my hand grew slick with pre. I just couldn’t believe how dreamy I was. I could’ve gotten lost in my own eyes if I wasn’t already lost in the pleasure of jerking my cock. Fuck… it had to have been the hottest thing I’d ever seen. A hunk just losing his mind over how hot he looks. And that hunk was me!

Soon enough I was jacking off like an animal. My huge balls bounced furiously while I constantly had to flick my hair out of the way. I had to hold onto the sink with my free hand for support whenever I wasn’t using it to feel myself up. It was so intense I just couldn’t stop whacking off. I was just so hot and horny! All the while shouting about how much of a fucking hot stud I was. However it all came to a head when I decided to turn around and look at my backside in the mirror. Still jerking, I peered over my shoulder and got a good look at my new ass. It was so round and perfect! The exact same kind of ass I would fantasise about fucking all the time! And now it was mine! Just the thought of that and the sight of my new ass was enough to drive me completely mad with lust until…

“Oooohhhhh… FUUUUUUUUUUUU-” I groaned out in an almost theatrical manner. My fat cock launched its virile semen in ropes of heavy cum that splattered across the lavish looking bathroom. I could hardly control it or myself as I tossed my head back in divine satisfaction. The likes of which I’d never felt before until my cock was finally done unloading. Well, besides dripping a few final heavy globs.

Once I’d finally cooled off, I turned back around and looked at myself once again. For real this time. How did this happen? Who was I? Because this sure as hell wasn’t my body and I certainly wasn’t in my own bathroom either. Was there really some kind of higher power out there that’d granted me a new life somehow? I had no idea. Nothing about this made sense. But honestly, at that moment, I didn’t care. All I knew was that by some miracle I now looked like the hunk of my own dreams!

I must’ve spent god knows how long in front of that mirror exploring every inch of my new body and pulling all sorts of weird faces after drying myself off with a towel. I had so much fun playing with new luscious hair and just enjoying how manly I looked. Eventually however I decided I had to venture outside the bathroom. So with a towel wrapped around my waist I opened the door and what I saw didn’t disappoint.

Instead of my crummy old place I was greeted by a spacious apartment. It wasn’t anything too high end but it was certainly far above anything I could afford with ornate furniture and plenty of decor to really make it feel like a home. Not to mention it was exceptionally clean with next to no mess. Even the large comfy looking bed was perfectly made.

Right away I started raiding the closet for some good clothes. Trying on all sorts of outfits that fit my new body perfectly. Gym clothes, winter clothes, smart clothes. But in the end I decided to keep on something a bit more casual. You can never go wrong with a good ol white tee and jeans after all! Just the way those sleeves hugged my biceps was intoxicating on its own, never mind the hefty looking bulge in my jeans. If I hadn’t just drained every last drop out of my balls I’d probably have wanted to jerk off again right then and there.

Afterwards I took some time to really survey my new apartment. Checking out all the cupboards and draws. Sifting through the personal items that were lying around or hidden away. Naturally it wasn’t long before a found a phone which swiftly unlocked with Face ID confirming it belonged to this body. After a couple minutes of snooping I found out that my new name was Brock and that I was fucking huge on social media. As in, over 2 million followers on Instagram kind of huge. There were a bunch of pictures on my account of my new self that all had tens of thousands of likes and masses of comments from people saying how much they loved me. It was fucking surreal!

With a grin I made my way back towards the very same bathroom mirror I’d been moaning in front not long prior and just took it all in. A man who was fit and tall with stunning masculine looks and long gorgeous hair. A man who looked as though he could have anything he wanted. Be anything he wanted. I didn’t know how and I didn’t know why. But that man was me now and I never wanted to go back.

———

Since then it’s been over a month. The first week was insane as pretty much the whole world was in disarray. Apparently it wasn’t just me that was affected. Some kind of cosmic event that was now being called The Great Shift by the media had caused mass body swaps all over the planet. Most people had swapped with people nearby to their location but in some cases like mine people had found themselves in entirely different states or countries. There were only a small handful of people that weren’t affected from what I heard but besides them everyone was panicking about their new bodies. Well, almost everyone.

I was having the time of my life! Being switched with Brock almost felt like the universe correcting a mistake and since then things have never been better. People seem to gravitate towards me now and actually show me respect. When I’m out and about I can always feel either lustful or jealous eyes on me. I can only imagine they’re wishing they could’ve been the ones to switch with Brock but unfortunately for them this body is all mine. I’ve also noticed that I’ve easily picked up on some of his habits such as going to the gym regularly without it feeling like a chore which has helped me keep this amazing body in shape. I can’t help but love how fucking powerful I feel whenever I’m lifting weights and working up a sweat. I also managed to keep this hair and beard looking fantastic. Overall I’ve done a good job at keeping up the appearance Brock had made for himself.

Despite all the panic and whining however, people have realised that the world must keep turning and so efforts are being made to get things back to normal. Hell, some movie production places near me are already starting to open back up again with auditions. Not too surprising considering I now lived in Hollywood. Long story short though, I’ve auditioned for a few roles here and there and they all love me! I’ve been offered pretty much every part I’ve auditioned for and other roles on top of that! It’s incredible! Becoming Brock really has opened up a whole new gateway of opportunities for me. Rather than being stuck in the background, they wanted me and my gorgeous looks to be front and centre just like I’d always wished to be. At last I feel as though my dream of becoming a star is finally within my grasp.

For my first role I’ve decided to take the part of a Roman in a new and upcoming movie. I’ll be one of the pivotal characters in the movie and will most likely be shown on the posters and in the trailers for it all! I couldn’t be more excited! Of course we’re a while away from filming anything just yet but they’ve already allowed me to try on a prototype of the costume I’d be wearing throughout most of the movie. It has a top half to it but personally I think I look better without that part. They’ll probably find a way to let me show off my pecs and abs at some point during the film anyway.

Since everything has been delayed due to the chaos of the great shift, I’ve actually got quite a bit of time to kill. Most of what I’ve been doing is posting to my Instagram, working out and hooking up here and there. Most of the guys I’ve been with are still nervous about having sex in a different body but it never takes long for me to charm them into bed. Before long they’re moaning about how fat my cock is and begging for my load. I’m not even kidding when I say I’ve gotten more ass in this past month than I had in my whole life before!

I was also able to get back in touch with my best friend from my old life, Calvin. Although now he goes by Brett after switching with his older step brother. He couldn’t believe it when he saw what kind of body I’d landed in. Since then we’ve been calling and texting back and forth, keeping each other updated on our new lives. Apparently while I’ve been hooking up and fucking dudes left and right he’s been teasing his now younger brother a lot with his own hot body. Lucky bastard must be having a ton of fun with that after all the fantasies him and I had about his big step brother.

That said, I've also received a few messages from my old body as well. The original Brock trying to reach out to me. When I finally responded to him he was hysterical at first. Going on and on about how I’d better not fuck up his body and life.

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<Brock> Just don’t do anything stupid while you’re in my body man. I worked really fucking hard for the physique so you’d better not mess it up. And don’t even think about cutting my hair!

<Alex> Of course dude chill out. This body is too incredible to let go to waste. Not to mention my hair feels awesome! I was always too scared to grow it out because I didn’t think it’d look good but with this body it looks amazing. Not to mention my new beard. I’d never have been able to grow one this perfect in my old body

<Brock> I think you mean my hair and my beard. And I’ll be taking it back as soon as a way to reverse this has been figured out

<Alex> A way to reverse it huh? Dude nobody has any fucking clue how this all even happened. Just that it was some freak cosmic event. Do you really think we’re gonna find a way to recreate some freaky shit like that any time soon? Face it. I’m Brock now. This body is mine

<Brock> No the fuck you’re not! That body belongs to me you asshole! One day a method to reverse this is gonna be found and when it is you can have your shitty body back

<Alex> Yeah? Well I’ve got a feeling that’s not gonna. Even if a reversal method is figured out, I’ll make sure to have made some friends in high places to be sure that I never go back. Sorry man, I know it sucks for you but I think I was destined to be Brock you know. Because of this switch, all of my dreams are suddenly possible. It’s like the universe wanted me to take your body. So I’m gonna make sure it stays that way

<Brock> The universe didn’t give you shit! You’re just a lucky little bitch that happened to get my body. You’re not keeping it!

<Alex> Okay well you can stay in denial for as long as you want man. I’m just gonna keep using this new dick of mine to fuck dudes and fill their assholes with cum 😏

<Brock> WHAT?! DON’T YOU DARE PUT MY DICK NEAR ANOTHER DUDE! I'M NOT GAY!

<Alex> I know but I am 😘

<Brock> I’m gonna fucking kill you.

<Alex> Good luck with that. Anyways I’m gonna go take some photos for Instagram. I’ll make sure to take a lot to help you remember everything you used to have. Just try not to jack off to it too hard lmao!

<Brock> Fuck you

———

I remember clear as crystal how shortly after I blew a massive load while roaring about how I was the real Brock now. I suppose it was like a kinky way of claiming my new identity. And the best part is that I filmed the whole thing and sent it to him right after! He immediately started cursing me via text message. Again. That conversation was a few weeks back and we haven’t spoken since.

Since then I’ve just gotten on with my new life and enjoyed it to the fullest. In fact, since Brett sent me those messages of him and his step brother starting to get a little steamy, I’ve been thinking of heading down there for a little visit so I can see it for myself. Maybe I can get the new Calvin to worship me as well. After that I’ve got no doubt Brett is gonna want to fuck this perfect body of mine. In which case I’m sure we could take things to the bedroom and make his little step brother sit by and watch as two hunks like us wrestle around and fill each other up to the brim. Mmmm I can see it already.

While I’m back in my hometown maybe I could give the original owner of this perfect body a visit as well. I know he was angry the last time we spoke but maybe getting to see his former body in person will convince him that this was all for the best. I’m sure even Brock won’t be able to resist how hot his original body is.

Fucking hell I’m beyond excited! I need to text Brett asap and tell him I’ll be heading down soon!

I have no doubt Mr Wavell would find it within himself to gift Chase with a bit of magical help. Especially once he sees how infatuated Chase is with all those huge strongmen he sees online and on TV. How badly Chase yearns to be just like them. In a way he sort of has the size but… it’s mostly fat. No real muscle to go along with it. At the very least Wavell might take pity on a loser such as Chase and make him a deal.

“How about this big boy? I’ll grant you a new body that’ll fulfil your desires. One that’s still large but powerful too. One that’s famous and will have you showering in endless praise. But on one simple condition. Once I put you inside a new body, nobody must find out that you aren’t who you say you are. If anyone starts to believe you’re an imposter then I’ll return. I’ll swap you back before transforming you into one of my hunky submissive servants until I feel as though you’ve served your punishment. How’s that sound? Do we have a deal?”

Chase would grab Wavell’s hand to shake on it quicker than the warlock would’ve expected. And the moment they shook, purple magic began to flow from every pore of Wavell’s being until it consumed Chase, causing him to lose consciousness.

The next thing he knew, he was waking up in an unfamiliar bed, in a room he didn’t recognise. He’d sit up slowly, causing the covers to slip and reveal a torso that wasn’t his own. Not to mention there was a woman sleeping beside him who Chase would soon learn was his new wife. He’d get up and out of bed, revealing more of his new body as he did. He was still huge but he felt strong now as well. Stronger than he’d ever imagined. His body was packed with dense muscle hidden beneath fat. Not to mention a wave of new tattoos that seemed vaguely familiar. It would all make sense however the moment he reached the bathroom mirror.

Staring back at him was none other than Eddie Hall. The beast himself! Once crowned the world’s strongest man. And now the face and body of that very same man was being reflected back at him. Chase could only gaze into the mirror slack jawed for a good few moments before regaining some semblance to composure. And when he did, he started grinning and flexing like a madman.

Needless to say Chase was satisfied with the swap initially. Of all the current and former strongmen out in the world, he never could’ve imagined Mr Wavell would give him Eddie fucking Hall. Everything about it turned him on. The body. The power. Not to mention the sound of his new British voice. That first morning he must’ve nutted at least four times back to back before his new wife knocked in the bathroom door to ask what he was doing. That was the moment Chase realised the big drawback to all this.

Chase was a gay man. Eddie wasn’t. Despite being in Eddie’s body, Chase still retained all of his gay desires which he was happy for. But this meant navigating his new life would be even harder. He’d have to pretend to be straight.

From that point Chase would realise just how tough this new life was going to be. Not only would he need to somehow pull off a convincing impression of Eddie Hall but he’d need to conceal all of his own personal wants and desires. If anyone started to suspect him too heavily then it was game over. Luckily for him Wavell had been fair and given Chase limited access to Eddie’s memories to help him cope but even then it was a challenge.

Before long Chase would find himself secretly sneaking off the have gay hookups in Eddie’s body. Getting his tight new ass fucked some nights while dominating smaller men other nights. Planning everything meticulously so that his new family would never find out. Or at least he hoped.

Little did Chase know that the real Eddie Hall was now stuck in Chase’s old chubby loser body. But he wasn’t just left to fend for himself. No. Wavell wanted to give him a fair chance as well. Wavell visited Eddie after the swap, telling him all about the deal he made with Chase. Most of all informing Eddie that if he can convince someone from his old life that the man inside his body in an imposter then the swap will be undone. So now Eddie is in a mission to return to the UK and do anything he can to undo this. Because if not… then Chase will get to keep all of that stolen fame forever.

(Original story posted April 7th 2022) This story has been Updated!

Blake was stunned when he found out he’d actually been accepted by Mr Henry Anders to be the new gardener for his mansion. He’d heard the rich older man was very strict and particular when it came to his staff. But when Blake saw a vacancy open up at the mansion for a new gardener on the team, he decided to throw his hat in the ring. After all, the pay was nearly ten times what he’d been earning up until now as a freelancer plus he’d get to keep doing what he loved. It’d be a win-win!

That in mind Blake never expected to actually get in! Applying to a job like that felt like buying a scratch card and hoping for a jackpot. You never think you’ll actually win the big prize. So when he saw the email confirming his acceptance to the job, Blake was ecstatic! He hadn’t even done an interview but they already wanted him to start the following Monday. It was a dream come true.

On the very first day he was greeted at the front gate by Mr Anders himself along with some other staff members. Blake was understandably taken aback by this. After all, he was just the gardener. If anything he’d expected maybe one member of staff to greet him and get him straight to work. Yet instead he was guided inside the mansion and sat down for a free lunch with the rich billionaire himself.

Mr Anders seemed to ask question after question as they ate. Blake figured they would be his skills and what his job would be like working here but most of the questions didn’t even pertain to the job. He asked about Blake’s family and life first before moving onto his upbringing and friends. Diving into all sorts of strangely personal questions for an employer to ask a new employee. Of course Blake thought it odd but went along with it just to make sure his new high paying job would be secured. Almost started to feel like a date until Anders stood at last and offered Blake a firm handshake while officially welcoming him to staff.

Not too long afterwards he was put straight to work. Another staff member briefed him on what needed doing as he was taken to pick up where the previous gardener had left off.

Scoping out the area, it looked as though the last guy had been half-way through a job when he left. It was fairly obvious with one part of the garden looking elegant and recently pampered while the bit right next to it was… not so much. Blake heard that the previous gardener quit very suddenly with zero notice. Some said he even left the country but nobody knew why. Well whatever the reason it had opened one hell of an opportunity for Blake.

The first week at the mansion seemed to go perfectly overall. That said, there were a couple weird things he’d noticed. For example Mr Anders would frequently come outside to see how Blake was getting on with the gardening. He’d always be so kind and humble, even having someone bring refreshments out for the two of them. He’d even bring a garden chair with him most of the time so he could sit and watch Blake work as they chatted. At first he just assumed Mr Anders was just a really nice person that liked to take care of his employees. However it didn’t take long for him to realise that nobody else seemed to be receiving this kind of special treatment.

Blake couldn’t quite figure out why this was happening for that whole first week. That was until the following Tuesday when it was particularly hot outside. He’d been sweating through his shirt so much that he eventually decided to take it off in order to cool down. Leaving it to one side as he continued with his work in all his shirtless glory. His muscles glistening under the summer rays.

Not long after Mr Anders came out to chat like he had almost everyday so far with a refreshing beverage. This time however he couldn’t help but notice the older man glancing at his hairy torso. Was his boss checking him out? Surely not right? That’s when Blake glanced down at Anders crotch and his suspicion was all but confirmed. There was a very clear outline of an erect cock pressing against his suit pants, getting harder by the second!? To say he felt uncomfortable would be an understatement. Sure Blake was gay as well but this was his Boss! It was completely inappropriate. Anders might’ve been pretty handsome for his age but the man was almost 30 years older than him!

Had this been any other job he would’ve wanted to quit right then and there. Truth is he had a relationship with an employer in the past and let’s just say it didn’t end well. Crashed and burned would be an accurate description. But this job was a once in a lifetime opportunity. It was far too good of an opportunity to lose. He was being paid more than he ever had been in his life! He’d be a fool to mess this up. And so… he stayed.

After that Blake’s second week certainly had a different feel to it. Mr Anders would still come out to chat or even just to watch him work from across the garden but now it didn’t just feel kind like before. Rather it felt as though he was being objectified. Watched constantly like he was a piece of meat. Eye candy for the rich billionaire to settle his eyes on whenever he pleased. As uncomfortable as it made him though, Blake just tried to focus his mind on the pay he was getting. As long as Anders didn’t try to make some kind of move on him then he could live with it.

Finally Sunday came again and it was a scorcher just like last week. Blake was a little more reluctant to take his shirt off this time but in the end he was sweating so profusely that he had no choice. Then, not to the young gardener’s surprise, Anders came strolling out of the mansion a mere 10 minutes later heading straight towards him. Blake assumed he was just gonna get eye fucked for the next hour or so like usual. Instead he was surprised when Mr Anders offered him to come inside the mansion. The older man said he was impressed with the work he’d seen so far and was thinking of rewarding his newest staff member. Blake was reluctant to follow the man for a moment but in the end didn’t think he had much of a choice. Besides, it sounded like he was about to get a bonus.

Upon following Mr Anders through the mansion and into a large ornate office, Blake immediately felt safer when he saw two guards standing by the door. At least that meant Anders wasn’t gonna try anything… right?

The billionaire turned and leaned against his desk, very clearly eying up Blake’s body. It was as though Anders was sizing up the man before him for reasons still unknown. Eyes wandering across Blake’s pecs and biceps before scanning over his bulge and legs. His gaze then returned to Blake’s face as their eyes met briefly only for a devilish grin formed across his face. The oblivious gardener was none the wiser to what was about to happen as Anders made some sort of signal to the guards. Upon seeing it, the two large men grabbed hold of Blake, restraining him completely.

“H-HEY! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? GET THE FUCK OFF ME!” Blake bellowed, attempting to break free but to no avail.

Mr Anders simply stared at him with a hunger in his eyes, shamelessly rubbing his bulge while doing so. “Oh I can’t even put into words how excited I am for this Blake…” He murmured while stepping closer to inspect his shirtless employee. “You know I was gonna wait another week or so for this but after seeing you today I just can’t resist any longer… I must say those shorts are very well fitted aren’t they.” He licked his lips while unzipping his pants and allowing his cock to flop out.

Blake’s eyes widened at the sight. “THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?! PUT YOUR DICK AWAY!” The younger man screamed before threatening to get the police involved for sexual harassment if they didn’t let him go. Though it seemed his words fell upon deaf ears as Anders started pumping his cock before reaching forwards to feel Blake’s chest. “DON’T FUCKIN TOUCH ME YOU CREEP!”

“Oooooh nice and hairy… much hairier than I’ve ever been. And all this muscle too…” Anders murmured with a smile. His hands felt around Blake’s fuzzy pecs before giving his biceps a gentle squeeze despite the man’s constant protest. “Oh yeah. This’ll do just perfectly.” He bit his lip lustfully before stepping a little closer and taking a deep breath. The billionaire's cock couldn’t help but jump at the sweaty aroma protruding from Blake’s body. “And I can’t wait to smell that scent on my *new* body everyday…” He pumped his cock a few more times before glancing over at one of the body guards and giving him a nod. Next thing Blake knew, he had a needle plunged into his neck. Before long he was out cold.

———

Blake later awoke groggily only to find himself restrained and unable to move. He was bound to a chair in a strange room he didn’t recognise. All sorts of machines and equipment surrounded him but most notably was whatever weird device was sat atop his head. It was like some sort of metal helmet. He was quickly starting to panic when he saw none other than Mr Anders walk into his field of vision.

“P-p-please let me go… I-I don’t… I’ll give y-you whatever you want!” Blake pleaded desperately.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m gonna have exactly what I want from you when this is over.” Anders smirked while licking his lips. The cryptic response sent chills through Blake’s body. Anders massaged his bulge again while inspecting every little detail of Blake’s body. He was basically drooling at the sight before proceeding to sit himself down in another chair adjacent to Blake.

Anders let out a sigh of relief. “You know my original plan was to do this with my previous Gardener. Unfortunately he must’ve found out about my plan somehow. It’s the only way to explain why he left so suddenly… But I think I prefer you over him anyway…”

Another man dressed in a lab coat came over to help strap down Mr Anders into his chair. He then grabbed another helmet identical to what Blake had on his head and placed it on Anders. It and the helmet Blake was wearing both seemed to be linked up with some massive machine that sat idle behind both men.

“Alright let’s do this!” Anders announced with glee. “I don’t wanna wait another second!”

Of course Blake could only scream in protest until he heard the machine buzzing to life. Electricity began shooting through it and into the devices on their heads causing both men to shake and convulse violently. A small team of scientists watched on as the men’s brains were stimulated in all kinds of strange ways. Naturally this included the pleasure centre. The last thing Blake felt was getting a massive erection before having multiple intense orgasms. His cock erupting load after load and soaking the front of his shorts. After that, he completely blacked out.

———

The two were out cold for an hour. The scientists who’d been operating the machine kept a close eye on the two men and their vitals as they slept. Eventually however, Mr Henry Anders himself was the first to awaken.

The second he gained consciousness, his eyes shot open wide with excitement. With a grin he looked down at his body with sheer lust and joy. “HAHAAA!! YES IT WORKED!” He beamed! The sound of his deeper rougher voice was like music to his ears.

Looking down Mr Anders no longer saw the suit he’d been wearing but rather the very same tight shorts his sexy fucking gardener had been wearing. Only now with a huge cumstain covering the crotch area. But that was the least of his concern. His body… No longer did it look thin and aged. He was young! And he was buff too! He’d never imagined he’d have proper pecs but here he was looking down at a hairy pair sitting on his chest. He just wanted to grope them so badly!!

“Quick! Undo these restraints so I can feel my new body!” Anders urged.

One of the scientists rushed over to free Mr Anders upon his request. They undid the straps around his wrists and ankles before unlocking the belt around his torso that’d kept him pinned to the chair.

“Fuuuuuuuck this feels incredible…” he groaned as he slowly stood from the chair and stretched out his new limbs. “No more aches or pains… and I feel so much stronger…” Anders flexed a bicep before running a hand across the forest of chest hair covering his pecs. He wasn’t able to help pinching one of his nipples in the process, allowing a soft satisfied grunt to escape his lips.

“Would you like a mirror sir?” One of the scientists asked with a half smile.

“Yes! Yes of course!” Anders responded with joy.

Within moments a pair of assistants had a full body mirror wheeled into the room with a sheet covering it. They warned Anders that it may take some time for his mind to adjust to his new reflection and that seeing a new face may be disorienting at first. Anders gave an understanding nod before reaching out and uncovering the mirror.

”Ooooohh fuuuuck… This is…” He could hardly form the words as he stared into his new reflection. Looking back at him wasn’t an older man with silver hair. Rather it was the young and strong man he’d hired to be his new gardener. Blake. The man he’d been having wet dreams about ever since he saw the hairy hunk’s application to work at the mansion. Dreams about this very moment where he’d get to look in a mirror and see that handsome face as his own. “Astounding.”

His fingers began to curiously poke and prod at his younger facial features. The scientists were right, it was certainly disorienting. It almost felt like an illusion. But the rush he got from running his hands through his new much thicker beard easily proved otherwise along with every other inch of his new body. “My hair is so dark. Barely a single grey hair in sight… and I could never grow a beard that was naturally this rich before.” Each and every new sensation felt like its own rush. Every single one making him more and more excited to explore his new form further.

“I take it Mr Blake Johnson’s body is to your liking then sir?” Asked another of the scientists.

“Mmmmm yes. Absolutely. This body is perfect!” Anders exclaimed as he began to flex his biceps to the mirror. Loving how his younger and larger muscles bulged with so much strength and vigor. “Now leave me. I want to explore myself with a bit more privacy.”

“Are you sure? What if he wakes up?” Another of the scientists chimed in, referring to the other body that was still unconscious in one of the chairs. Mr Anders original body.

Anders turned to look at the sleeping body he once inhabited. “If he does, I’ll deal with him. Now I’ll call you back when I’m ready, thank you.” He said, still commanding the same level of authority as ever despite his new form.

And with that all the scientists and their assistants vacated the room, leaving only Anders and his former body.

The second the door shut he began groping at his hairy youthful body like a lust crazed animal. Starting with his pecs as he kneaded the thick hairy barrels of muscle on his chest. “Fuck! I just love all this hair! Feels so fucking manly!…” He groaned to himself as he continued to worship his furry torso.

Through all the roughing and squeezing, Anders started to get a whiff of that familiar scent he’d grown so attracted to over these last couple weeks. That sweaty scent that Blake always seemed to brandish on hot days no matter how much deodorant he wore. Only now it was coming directly from his body! It wasn’t long before It wasn’t long before he lifted up both arms in front of the mirror to expose his furry pits and the mere sight was breathtaking. Almost as breathtaking as the scent that emanated from them. Anders just couldn’t stop himself from stuffing his new nose into each of them and inhaling his new sweaty aroma deeply, allowing it to flood his senses in a purely euphoric way.

Of course his cock was already jumping to life at all the excitement and there was no way he was gonna ignore that calling for any longer. Anders reached down and grabbed his damp, sticky bulge. He kneaded at his dick through the shorts Blake had been wearing until he couldn’t take it any longer. He basically ripped the shorts off in a horny frenzy before grabbing hold of his new member, still slick and wet with all the cum Blake shot during the switching process.

“Now THIS is a cock befitting of a billionaire!” He announced proudly, noting it’s superior length and girth while smacking the pulsing member against his hand. He looked back towards the mirror, getting incredibly turned on at the sight of the man he’d been lusting for. Even more so as he turned his backside to the reflection. “And a billion dollar ass to boot!” He added, grasping both of his bubbly new asscheeks in all their hefty hairy glory.

Of course Anders wasn’t able to resist slipping a finger into his new hole and was pleasantly surprised at how welcoming and relaxed it felt. He knew Blake was gay of course but he hadn’t anticipated his new ass having already been trained incredibly well for taking dick. Anders would’ve considered himself a top before since bottoming never felt that great in his old body. But now? He was actually craving for some dick to fill him up as he fingered himself some more. Now going as far as to stuff three meaty fingers inside his needy hole. He figured he’d have to become more versatile from now on considering his new ass was essentially crafted for cock. But he still planned on doing his fair share of dominating in bed.

Anders must’ve been pumping his fingers in and out of his hairy hole for another solid ten minutes before he finally pulled them out with a grunt. He’d supposed he’d have to buy himself a few sex toys to help satisfy his hole when he was alone from now on. Perhaps a few dildos or buttplugs. He was getting excited just thinking about it.

Once he’d turned back around to face the mirror properly, He resumed pumping his cum covered cock while relishing in every sense his new body experienced. “Damn… my old cock hadn’t felt this hard and virile in years…” He mumbled to himself, having forgotten until now what it was like to be in the prime of his life.

He licked the cum off his hand before striking a couple poses in the mirror to see his new self from every possible angle. With every pose making him hornier, making his cock twitch to the point where it was already beginning to leak pre-cum again. Anders just couldn’t wait to shoot his load. Though just as he was about to start vigorously jerking off to his reflection, he heard a low grumble come from behind…

Blake was finally starting to come around. Right off the bat he felt woozy but more importantly his body just felt… off. He blinked his eyes open slowly only to come face to face with none other than a very familiar ass. It almost looked like his own ass?… And It seemed as though the nude man standing in front of him was flexing and posing into a mirror or something? What the hell was going on?!

Glancing down, Blake was even more confused to see that he was now wearing a suit yet he was still strapped down to a chair. The last thing he remembered was his eyes rolling back as he was cumming uncontrollably. Looking down he saw and felt that there was indeed a wet patch… but he was wearing his shorts when that happened right? How could he have soaked these suit pants?

He must’ve been making some noise though as he quickly caught the attention of the naked man before home. When he turned around however, Blake’s eyes widened in both shock and horror.

It was… himself!?!?

His face?! His body!? Even down the birthmark on his hip… BUT HOW!!!? He had all these questions swirling in his mind and yet his mouth ran dry. He was left simply staring agape at his doppelgänger, not knowing how even to begin processing what the hell was going on.

“Well well well. Look who’s finally with us.” Anders gave Blake the smuggest grin imaginable. He was so damn happy that the other man could be awake to see this now. “Enjoying the view?” He taunted, bobbing his cock up and down a little.

“B-but you…you l-look like…” Blake noticed the difference in his voice as he spoke. Older? Raspier? And somewhat familiar yet he couldn’t place why?

“You?” Anders finished Blake’s sentence. “Well it’s not really you anymore. It’s me.” He chuckled. “You see that machine that I had us hooked up to is a very special device. I’ve had a team working on it for years. It was made with the capability of transferring brainwaves and memories between two human brains. So put simply, it’s a body swapping machine.” Getting to see the further look of shock and terror on his former face was even more satisfying than Anders had hoped.

Blake couldn’t believe what he’d just heard… but it was starting to make sense. He was wearing a suit that was identical to the one Mr Anders had been wearing that day. His voice sounded different and older. His body felt strange and weak. And most of all he was sitting in front of what would’ve been his twin!! Yet despite all that, he still didn’t want to believe it.

“NO! That’s not possible! Y-you’re lying!!” Blake shouted in denial, his voice hoarse.

“Am I?” With that Anders moved to the left, no longer blocking the mirror. What Blake saw was none other than the face and body of the old Mr Anders mimicking his every move and expression. Still strapped into the chair as he was. He wanted to scream or shout or do anything!… but he was frozen. Unable to do anything but stare at the reflection until his own naked body stepped back in front of him again.

“Hey. Don’t look so down old man.” Anders placed his hands on his hips as he looked down at Blake with a tiny glimpse of pity in his eyes. “Trust me when I say this could’ve been way worse for you. I had to go through a lot of tedious legal trouble to get all my money and possessions transferred over to this new identity. I could’ve just put your name in a will and had that old body killed off after the swap. Would’ve been a lot less trouble for me on that front.”

At this point Blake was on the verge of tears. He’d just had his body and a huge portion of his youth stolen by his rich boss and there nothing he could do about it! He wanted to believe this was a dream. That none of it was real. Yet somehow it was. The unfortunate reality was that the thick cock he used to own was now being smacked against his now much older face

“You know I could just have you thrown out onto the streets with no money or home…” Anders began with a sinister leer. “But there might be a way you can convince me to offer you another job here at the mansion.” Anders rubbed his pulsing member across Blake’s face and through his silver beard before positioning the tip right in front of Blake’s lips. “You know I was just about to bust my first load in this body when you woke up. Jerking a big cock like this feels fucking incredible… but now I’m starting to think a good face fucking wouldn’t be so bad either. After all, your new face is still pretty handsome for a 59 year old.” He squeezed his cock, forcing precum to drool onto Blake’s lips.

Blake looked at the cock he used to own and then up at his former face as Anders grinning down at him manically. What was he supposed to do? He’d already lost his body and youth. Now if he didn’t do this he’d be homeless as well! He felt completely defeated. But at the same time, as much as he hated it, he was sort of aroused…

Anders let out a wicked laugh as he watched former body open its mouth, ready to be used. “Good fucking choice!” He announced before shoving his cock down Blake’s throat with no hesitation.

After that Anders wasted no time jackhammering his thick rod into the restrained man’s mouth over and over. He figured he’d have to put most of the effort into face fucking his former body which he did at first. But after a good few minutes of having cock stuffed down his throat, Blake seemed to put a bit of effort into sucking as well. Somewhat surprised by this, Anders began to slow down the pace and to his amusement, Blake was actually starting to give him a proper blowjob! Even pulling off for a moment to spit on his cock before wrapping his lips back around it. Anders couldn't help but laugh as he watched the tent rising in Blake’s suit pants. “Fuuuck I didn’t think you’d be so horny for your old cock. Not that I blame you.”

Blake had no idea what had come over him. He hated what he was doing! He was sucking off the man that’d stolen his body but at the same time he was just so damn horny. The very same dick that used to swing between his legs just looked so tasty. Not to mention that coating of cum that made it even more delicious to suck on. He could feel it drooling even more pre-cum into his mouth and the taste was nothing if not divine. One side of his brain was telling him to stop giving Anders this level of satisfaction after what he did but the other side so badly wanted to swallow his old body’s load.

“Yeeahhh that’s it. Worship my cock…” The billionaire cooed, feeling himself getting closer. He couldn’t help grabbing the back of Blake’s head and holding him all the way down until he was shoving the other man’s nose into his bush. “Aww fuucck! You like the smell of my crotch huh?” He already knew the answer via the deep inhales Blake was taking of it. All the while trying his best to continue sucking and working his tongue around the huge leaking member.

After that Anders had finally reached his breaking point. He let out a powerful roar as his balls tensed. Blake knew exactly what was coming because he used to make the very same roar and hated himself even more for getting excited over. Surprisingly though, Anders pulled out just at the last second before a wave of thick virile man seed exploded from his cock, completely drenching Blake’s middle aged face.

Anders continued to grunt and groan as his dick spurted shot after shot until at last he was empty. “Wow!… I don’t think my old balls were ever capable of producing that much cum. These things are really something.” He noted while fondling his crown jewels. He couldn’t help but smirk yet again as he noticed Blake trying to lap up some of the dripping cum from his face. “Here, suck whatever’s left out of that.” He offered before putting his cock back in the other man’s mouth.

“OKAY! YOU LOT CAN COME BACK IN NOW! I HOPE YOU HAVE THAT NEW SUIT READY!” Anders shouted, knowing that his scientists would still be right outside waiting.

The scientists scurried back in only to be slightly taken aback to see that their boss had nutted all over his previous body’s face. And was still getting sucked! Yet they tried to remain somewhat composed despite that. One of the scientists ordered a pair of assistants to go fetch their boss his new clothes. They nodded and came back moments later carrying a brand new suit that was tailored almost perfectly to the size of Anders' new body.

“Right, I think that’s enough for you” Anders said while pulling out of Blake’s mouth. He left the man panting in his restraints as he marched towards the assistants in all his naked glory before kindly taking the suit from them.

He proceeded to dress himself right then and there just so he could do it in front of Blake. He yanked on the briefs and dress socks before pulling up the fitted suit pants that did well to show off his new ass and bulge. He was impressed that he people had been able to get Blake’s sizes so accurate. Next was the crisp white button down finished with a dark blue tie.

Of course Anders then couldn’t help but give himself a once over in the mirror again. “God damn I look sexy” He complimented himself before looking back at Blake who was still glaring at him with a mix of lustful hunger and complete disgust. “Okay everyone! I’m going to get busy reintroducing myself to the world. I want you to free our friend here and help him get cleaned up. After that, find him some new work clothes so he can get back to doing my garden work.” Anders waved a hand dismissively as he strode towards the laboratory exit, his polished shoes clicking against the floor.

Blake was powerless. Unable to do anything but watch as his former 31 year old body walked away in that expensive suit looking as hot as ever. This was his life now. He was a 59 year old man past his prime and still working for the man that stole everything from him…

———

Two Months Later

Mr Blake Johnson was now known around the world as the mystery billionaire that, for some unknown reason, Henry Anders had signed his entire fortune and property over too. What confused the public even more was why Henry Anders was now working for Mr Johnson instead!? There were tons of rumours and theories circulating around what might’ve happened but nobody would ever know the real truth.

By now the new Henry had gotten used to his name and tried his best to accept it. He was still working as a Gardener for ‘Blake’ after all this time. Truth is he could’ve quit by now and tried to find a new job but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it. He’d developed such a hate/love relationship for his body snatcher. Of course he wanted his body back but at the same time whenever he saw Mr Johnson strutting around the grounds in another one of his fancy suits, he couldn’t help but feel so hot and turned on by the way he carried his stolen body. Like it’d always belonged to him.

Mr Johnson still frequently visited Henry while he was working in the gardens. Just like he had before all this. Though now it just felt like he did it to taunt the man he stole his new body from.

Every now and then however, Mr Johnson would invite Henry inside the mansion and into his office for a little ‘assistance’ while he worked on his business. Of course on most occasions this would end with Henry under the desk sucking away at his former cock and swallowing its load eagerly. Other days would be Henry offering up his silver fox ass to be a cock warmer for his boss as he worked. Before eventually getting pounded and creamed inside of course. It wasn’t easy considering Henry’s new older ass didn’t seem to take dick nearly as smoothly as his old ass did but he wasn’t given much choice.

The billionaire always made sure that Henry groaned “Blake! Blake!” over and over again as he was dominated by his former body just to drive home the idea that if wasn’t his name anymore. However, on days when Mr Johnson was in a particularly generous mood, he’d even let Henry fuck his furry ass of his over the desk. But that was rare. Usually Mr Johnson just shoved a vibrating butt plug up his hole and let it do its magic. Unless he had a hot hookup of course.

By this point Henry was a slave to his former self. He’d already admitted weeks ago. He’d obviously do anything to get his body back but at this point he knew that was impossible. The best he could do was stay as close to it as possible and let it inside him whenever Mr Johnson felt like it. Though recently Henry had noticed more and more younger hairy men being invited to the mansion. He can only hope that Mr Johnson isn’t getting bored of him in favour of these younger men. Maybe he should start training his ass some more to be a better bottom. Sure he was coming up on 60 years old in a couple months but it’s never too late to try right?