Evan's TF corner

Do I feel guilty? Yeah, a bit.

When the statue at the museum swapped me into this body, all I thought of at first was how amazing I felt. Then I wanted to keep this body, so I snuck back to the museum and smashed the statue.

I hope he enjoys being me, because now there is no way back!

I had the perfect boy toy to my taller, athletic frame. Somehow, when the Shift happened, I found myself in this..... body?? Instead.

I awoke that morning feeling very strange, only to discover that I couldn't really move on my own. That's when I saw my former body walk into the room to "claim" me.

He gave me orders and I obeyed. I realized I felt things differently now, and soon realized I was in the body of a very advanced sex robot that had to do as it was commanded by its owner. I had gone from being an alpha in his prime to a lower life form!

I tried to call out for help but I was quickly quieted by my handlers and former body. There is nothing I can do except accept my new fate.

My new life consists of being butler and cook to my former relationship, unable to do anything to get back to life i used to have. The couple also loves putting me in these jock straps and playing with me. They always get off but I just can't, not being human and all. But I can't resist their commands.

POV - Sam

For a while now, I have been following the social media accounts of this super attractive farm hand, Liam.  It started with a few likes on his Instagram but quickly became my daily obsession.

I soon realized that I wasn’t necessarily jealous of the attention he received online, I was more so jealous of the way he was so casually handsome, and seemed to have a fairly simple, easy life out in the country.  On the other hand, I worked from dawn until dusk in an office every day.  I thought it would be nice to take a break from my life.

After an exhaustive search online, I found a solution.  Someone was willing to sell their “Authentic Body Swap Helmets”.  I got instantly hard as I input my credit card information.  Now all I had to do was somehow get him in the same room with me, and ask him to try on one of the helmets.

I slowly crept into his DMs, being as flirty as possible.  I was careful with the photos of myself I sent to him, I didn’t want him to know that I was basically average.  I knew I didn’t stand out in a crowd.

But it worked!  We got to chatting and he seemed genuinely interested in meeting me, even asking me out to his farm.

A dark thought went through my mind, but I pushed it down.  For now, at least.

Liam was even more beautiful in person.  I could barely contain my excitement as I asked him, “Hey, have you ever wanted a break from the farm life?”

“Of course,” he replied.  “I just don’t see how that would happen.”

We went into the barn.  A few random animals milled about aimlessly.  “What if I had a solution?” I asked and set my backpack down, pulling out the helmets and the small device that connected them.  “You can experience city life, and I can be a farmhand, working here and maintaining your social media accounts.”

He looked skeptical. 

“What do you have to lose?” I asked, taking a water bottle out of my bag and taking a deep drink.  “We swap bodies, live each other’s lives for few days, then swap back.  This device can do that for us.”

“Sure man, why not?” he said in a Southern drawl.  I couldn’t wait to hear that voice coming out of my mouth.

I took another deep drink of water while Liam pulled a couple chairs to the center of the barn.  He looked confused as I strapped the helmet on him, but just laughed it off.  He was nervous, and excited.  I could see his pants tenting, and felt my much smaller member jumping to attention.

The other helmet went on my head, and I activated the machine.

ZAP

One second I was in one chair, the next I wasn’t.  I turned my head and saw my old body looking around.  I couldn’t stop my hands from running up my new abs, touching my new face, running through my new hair.  I had it all.  I was Liam.

“Yes!” I shouted, jumping up and tearing the helmet from my head.  “Fuck, I am so hard right now!”

“Why do I feel… weird?” Liam said from my body.  He was fumbling with the straps of the helmet, his fingers not quite being able to gain purchase on the clasps.  “What did you do…?”

I held up the water bottle I had nearly drained.  “Sorry man, I couldn’t help myself.  I may have put a heavy sedative in the water I was drinking.  Well, the water YOU were drinking.  I want your life, but I knew there would be some problems if you were running mine.  And you’d want this back at some point, right?  So I have some plans for you, but for now, why don’t you just get some rest?”

The look of betrayal on my old face was intoxicating to me.  His eyes started to close without his consent, and I added, “Don’t worry Sam, I will keep you close.”

He passed out.  I had hours to finish my plan with him.  For now, I needed to explore this body and maybe post a photo or two.  And his musk is overpowering from being in the fields all morning.  Let’s take a shower and upload a selfie! I am going to love this new life!

ADAM AND SAM

Adam stood there, staring at his son's reflection. He'd gone to bed with his wife, listening to her bitch about Christmas and all the things he had left to do. But, when he woke up Christmas morning he wasn't in his body anymore. He was in his son's.    

It was like looking at himself twenty-five years ago. He'd always been an amazing father and husband, but he was tired of his life and wished for a second chance. If he could do it all over again, he'd make different choices. He'd live life to the fullest, take more chances and have A LOT more fun. Maybe that's what this was . . . a second chance. He was young and handsome again and couldn't help but smile at his son's reflection. He would've felt bad if his son wasn't such a spoiled asshole.      

He snapped a pic with his phone. He'd heard the kids talking about Tinder, and it was time he checked it out. Maybe he'd check Grinder out while he was at it. After all, he was going to take more chances this time around. May as well be open to a little cock every now and then.

Sam stood in the bathroom, staring at his dad's reflection. He was stunned and couldn't believe this was really happening. HOW could this be happening? One minute he was in his bed and the next he was standing in his dad's bathroom with a giant fucking boner. He couldn't believe his dad was shaved clean and GOD he was so old. FUCK. This was probably his dad's fault. He was such a prick.     

"Honey, what going on? Did that little blue pill work its magic?" He heard his mom's voice from the bedroom. Little blue pill? SHIT. Viagra. He was in the middle of a goddamn Viagra hard on. "Honey?"     

He wanted to tell her to go fuck herself, but when he opened his mouth . . . "I'm at full mast in here, and I'm going to tear into that ass" came out. He heard the words leave his mouth and realized he HAD to act like his dad, do what his dad would do. Then it hit him . . . he was going to have to fuck his mother. Oh GOD!!! No!!!     

He suddenly found it hard to breathe and his mom showed up in the doorway of the bathroom. Her eyes grew wide when she saw his cock hard and ready.

"Oh my god. I haven't seen that guy in a long time." She moved closer, rapped her hand around his cock and knelt down, kissing the tip and running her tongue along his shaft.      

He wanted to scream, but when he opened his mouth . . . "I want to face fuck you so hard" came out.      

Without a word, she took him in completely and his hands were on the back of her head as he fucked the shit out of his mom's mouth. It was amazing and horrifying all at the same time as he came and his mom swallowed every ounce. Licking her lips, she stood up and he reached for her tits and toyed with her nipples.      

"How long you think that thing's good for?" She nodded down at his dick, sliding it gently between her legs.

“This can’t be real, right?” I look down at my torso “That spell shouldn’t have worked!” As I put my hands on the back of my head, a strong musk invaded my nostrils, tempting my nose towards my hairy armpits “Argh, He *definitely* didn’t shower last night!”

I close my eyes again, trying to make it just a bad dream. “Fuck, is real!!” I shout, realizing my voice sounds exactly like his. The very same voice that made my dick jump with excitement before. It was mine! “I’m inside Matt’s brother’s hot jock body!!!!” I stand up fast with excitement but find myself needing to sit down again rather fast, A wave of dizziness hitting me due to my mind trying to adjust to my new height and size.

Matt is a nerdy guy just like me, so we got along pretty quickly. It wasn’t long before he realized I has a crush on his older jock of a brother, but I suppose it would’ve been easy for him to tell as surprisingly enough he had a crush on him too. Since then every day we would get together to chat about video games, comics and tv shows, but out favorite topic was always thirsting over his brother Tom.

We’d frequently chat about how we’d love to worship his massive muscles after a hard workout at the gym. Getting to lick the delicious sweat off his body as he groaned in the deep voice he’d developed over the years. On more occasions than I would like to admit, this would lead us to rooting through Tom’s dirty laundry while he wasn’t here and stealing his sweaty underwear. Laughing dumbly as we pressed the smelly clothes against our faces until they were wet with sweat. I swear to god, it was the most pungent but hot scent you will ever smell it turned us on beyond belief.

Recently he’d been staying home more often which gave me to perfect opportunity to steal a pair of his briefs to take home for myself. As I was walking home, I stumbled across a weird shop and with an even weirder seller. The man offered me this ‘spell of possession’ but I didn’t think it would be real at the time… well, now I can see it was far more real than my love life to say the least!

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A story I wrote a long time ago, never got to posted it but here it is.

It was edited for the amazing @mrwavellswaps

When my grandson offered to swap bodies with me I jumped at the chance. I didn’t even question why he would want to become a 72 year old man.

Turns out he had joined the army and was having second thoughts and wanted to back out but his father had talked him out of it, insisting that it would all work out for him.

I can’t say I was happy to be a solider again, I was drafted during the Vietnam War, but the body completely made up for that. I haven’t felt this good in years, I’m so full of energy! I swear orgasms never felt like this when I was young.

I never really got a chance to experiment in my youth. I was shipped of to ‘Nam and then was married within a year of getting back. Back then being gay was frowned upon, but now it’s accepted and I’ve been using this opportunity to experiment with a few of the other soldiers.

I’m enjoying myself so much I might not even swap back when I complete my service. I’m sure my grandson will have something to say about it but I don’t really care.

—-

Deeper and deeper bro.

Nah, you can’t hypnotize me bro. That shits just fake.

Deeper and deeper dummy.

lol, u cant hypnotize me brah haha

Deeper and deeper jockbro

lol…put down that fuckin watch brah, we gotta go lift

Deeper and deeper slut

Learning to Love the Change

“I fucking hate this” Lou muttered under his breath

Ronny just focused the camera on Lou’s swollen pec shelf as he worked the machine. Ronny smirking and shaking his head.

“Nothing we can do about it” Ronny replied “You’re hot property”

Ronny continued to film Lou’s heaving flexing pecs. Lou was a fitness model, a huge, hulking fitness model and Ronny the blond all American boy was his manager. They were both barely 25 and already making tonnes of money selling pictures and videos of Lou just being the Asian beast he was. Though he hadn’t been a beast a week ago, Lou had created this entire reality, and he hated it a little bit.

Ronny had been Lou’s roommates, they had been just friends, but now they worked closely together and Ronny even expected Lou to dump a couple thick loads of Asian bull cum deep down Ronny’s throat every day. The guy had even been straight before Lou changed everything.

It had just happened one day, Lou was in Chinatown looking at some antiques. He and Ronny had wanted to class up their apartment a little. He’d found a nice looking vase, it was surprisingly cheap and well within Lou’s budget. He’d picked it up to give it a better look, the vase had dragon like handles and a pattern of a Chinese dragon over the vases main body. It was a heavy piece of pottery and Lou’s slender weak arms could barely hold it up. He remembered cursing under his breath, cursing at his own weakness. He remembered hating how he was so short compared to his white and black friends. How he was always skinny, no matter what he ate or how much he worked out. He was just a short, skinny Asian boy, like hundreds of thousands of other Asian boys. Lou was a walking stereotype and he remembered hating it.

But it was different now, the vase had done something. The dragons eyes glowed and everything was changed. Lou had almost dropped the vase, he was suddenly massive. Just a block of breathing muscle, his head nearing the ceiling and heavy meaty slabs of flesh hanging off every bone in his body. He remembered buying the vase from the oddly big elderly Asian shop owner. he remembered running the 7 blocks back to his apartment, his now huge wide feet thudding on the side walk. He remembered how people would step aside, how equally big Asian men would nod at him with a smirk as he sped pass. Later he found out they were smirking due to the shared experience they had of having a massive soft cock slapping from side to side against their thick muscle thighs as they ran, all Asian men where hung like bull elephants now.

He remembered getting back to the apartment, how it had changed. Posters of Lou flexing decorated the walls, nice expensive furniture littered the room and a mass of trophies for bodybuilding and various sports lined a wall of shelves. Lou placed the vase on those shelves and tried to get sense of what happened.

Turns out the vase changed the world. It had turned the entire stereotype of Asians on its head. All Asian men where now tall, built, hung and mostly not very smart. Lou wasn’t even in school anymore, his entire life was working out, partying and fucking. It was like he’d never even attempted to go to college, he wasn’t even sure if he graduated from high school. So thanks to a magical vase Lou found himself working out his sweaty pecs while a near drooling Ronny filmed him.

“I think we have enough” Ronny said with a smile

Lou stopped and rolled his shoulders. Stretching out his arms, he been doing the same movement for ages, his arm felt stiff. He scratched at the massive bulge in his sweats, his huge hairy bull nuts rolling around between his thighs. His fingers ran along the length of his footlong soft cock, it was draped over his thigh and Ronny’s eyes were tracing the outline just like Lou’s fingers were.

“Ok man” Lou muttered “Now fuck off”

Ronny just nodded and vanished, Lou had found Ronny to be a lot more submissive since the change and Lou liked it. If he needed Ronny he just called him, if he wanted privacy he just told him to leave.

Lou stood up, his swollen pumped pecs bounced. He a little too close to the 8ft high ceiling for his liking. Another inch or so and he’d have to duck under the lights. Lou’s cock slapped his thigh as he stood, he never wore underwear now. Lou started toward the gyms locker room. The other patrons were mostly all Asian, all big and beefy men. He caught himself in a mirror as he walked.

“Fuck” Lou chuckled

He still couldn’t get other how hot he was. A chiselled model face, a face which Lou knew was the main reason he was a fitness model. Any Asian could be a bodybuilder now, but it took looks like Lou’s to make big money.

“Excuse me” a voice asked

Lou turned around, a young Asian boy stared up at him. Even though he was a teen the boy was built and must be at least 6'6 already, yet he was only level with Lou’s sweaty chest. His highschool jersey was straining against some thick looking muscles.

“Yes” Lou asked curious

“Ummm, can I get a pic with you” the boy asked “I love your videos”

Lou smiled widely and nodded, he and the boy lined up. Lou putting a huge hand over the boys shoulder as the teen snapped a couple pics with his phone.

“Thanks man, I hope I’ll have a body like yours some day” the teen said before heading back to his workout

With a wide grin on his face Lou continued to the locker room, that has been his first taste of the fame this new massive body commanded in this new world and he liked it. He was already forming a plan, he’d jerk off a couple times in the gym’s showers, stop to eat, jerk off again in the restaurant’s restroom, head home, fuck Ronny a couple times, then finally he’ll break the vase and if that doesn’t change everything back he’ll just learn to live with his new life, then he’ll fuck Ronny a few more times before going to bed.

Your holding the Box in your Hands. You always felt attracted to cheesy underwear but too shy to really buy one... not to think of wearing it. But since you've seen the commercial fir this 'Strong-Thong' in your Instagram feed for quite some time, you decided to purchase it.

You ripped open the carton, pulling out the small piece of fabric.

Huh, it was quite small and looked like it was out of a women's collection for pyjamas but nevertheless you stripped down your clothes and put it on.

When Dominic overheard his cousin, Renzo, saying he had a ‘Secret Stash’ during the cookout Dominic thought it was going to be something he could make fun of him for like a rock or stamp collection. Maybe even old trading cards in protective pockets. Literally anything that would reveal an embarrassing past about Renzo. Dominic wasn't looking out of spite, but rather the love of the competitiveness between cousins. He wanted to get one over on him. Renzo was the older of the two and always more than happy to rub that in Dominic's face. Dominic had been forever saddled with the tag of baby or little cousin, just because his interest lagged years behind Renzo. And Renzo was solely responsible for it catching on. Well, Dominic was going to show everyone once and for all their interests weren’t that different.

He snuck up to Dominic’s room; most adults didn’t pay attention to his machinations post-the food being served. Once inside, he dove under Renzo’s bed. His cousin may have been older, but he wasn't smarter. Dominic pulled out an old metal lunchbox with superheroes on it. Dominic snickered to himself, he always knew his cousin wasn't any better than him. Cool now, but he was a geek once too. Prideful, Dominic snapped the latches opened, assured he’d find old toys or some sort. Instead in the center was a lighter and…cigarettes? No, they didn’t look right. There was a weird twist to the ends and green clumps shoved into the parchment. Dominic picked it up, twisting it in his hands before putting it in his mouth.

—

Renzo walked back into his room, eyes immediately widening. Sitting in his chair was a stranger covered in tatts, cock hard in his underwear. In front of the man lay Renzo's secret stash. Renzo started laughing. “You tried some, didn’t you?”

“My dick’s been hard ever since.” Dominic huffed.

“Ah, that’s the stoner-dick powered by that stoner brain.” Renzo smirked. “Stretching out my underwear with that dick of yours though, looks lethal.”

“Well, what the fuck else was I supposed to wear? All my clothes popped off my body.” Dominic leaned back. 

“Woah calm down, I wasn’t insulting you.” Renzo held his hands up. “You look good in my clothes. Like a mini-me.”

Dominic rolled his eyes already sensing the new family nickname. He could see the gears turning in Renzo’s head.

“Hey, don’t get so upset no one else is gonna remember the old you anyway.” Renzo shrugged. He reached into his old lunch box, “You may as well have another one.”

“Sorry son, it’s not personal. I was given the chance to be young and fit again and the price was your humanity - a very small price, if you ask me. Now I get to relive the best of years of my life, whilst you’re stuck cradling your former package.”

Dad? I can’t - I can’t feel my hands, or feet, or… I can feel something warm. It’s rubbing against me… I want to be close to it… I want to wrap myself around it, tight, tight…

I honestly can’t help it. We all grew up together but when we finished high school we all went to different colleges. My best friend had a twin brother, he was always around for the ride with us but he wasn’t very outgoing himself. Samantha and Ramses, or as their family and I knew them Sam & Ram. They were attached since birth but never really got annoyed of each other and once they met me it was almost like they had a cousin with them all the time. But alas we didn’t know when college would come, we would all choose different schools.

That first year apart from each other was hard on Ram. We all missed each other all the time but Ram became so isolated once he didn’t mesh with anyone at his new school like us. So I convinced him to transfer so at least he and I could be closer again.

I waited at the train station looking for his arrival time. Jesus it was freezing cold and just as I thought I found the train time, I felt a very strong hug from behind.

“Hiram, I’m so happy to see you!” Ram said almost gasping from air with excitement.

I turned around to see that beautiful face I’ve known the majority of my life but something was off.

“My Rammy the vibes have not been right without you in my life! You’re looking so trim?!” I blurted.

“Oh yeah well when I couldn’t really find my tribe or whatever I just kinda stayed to myself and went to the campus fitness center, I guess I’m a little more fit from the last time we saw each other.” Ram shyly shrugged in front of one of his best friends.

I can’t believe it, I’ve literally never thought it. Ugh it’s only being human but I can’t believe I think he’s hot. Sammy made me swear we’d never date anyone in each others family when we were kids, which in retrospect is so unfair because I don’t have siblings or even cousins around our age.

I’m not supposed to like him…but his clothes just fit him so nicely now. His jawline is significantly more carved than before. Like a marble statue, but I-

“Hello? Earth to Hiram? I asked you what you thought of the pizza?”

“Oh…yeah…it’s good, but I’ve had better. Sorry I should’ve taken you somewhere better than this.”

“What? No this is fine I just like catching up with you. I’ve missed you so much. Oh hey Sammy’s not far from here we should hit her up some time and have a true reunion!”

And so we started planning a real reunion in our group chat. But I was doing research on the side. My desire for Rammy wasn’t going away and I wanted to do something about it. More than anything I didn’t want to jeopardize our friendship and needed to get rid of these feelings. Witchcraft could be the answer...but is it even real? Maybe a love spell? Who am I kidding.

Ram was staying with me for the semester until he decided if he wanted to stay long term or go home. He was getting back into his gym flow and thought since he was back with his best friend maybe I would want to join him at the gym. Unfortunately, sweating and sweating in front of people is my biggest pet peeve. But fortunately for Rammy, I was weak for him and his doe-eyed requests.

The clear jock and his lanky tall best friend made their way to the campus fitness center ready to embark on a workout that almost obliterated me. I did my best to keep up with Ram, but I was woefully unprepared. Ramses didn't mind, he was just happy to be around someone again.

I made my way to the showers when I stupidly and accidentally dropped my phone and as I stilted my way back up my eyes made their first contact, from afar, with an unsheathed and marvelous view of Rammy's newly muscled body.

Jesus....Christ....I don't know if I can see my little Rammy as my best friends brother anymore than I can as a sexy fine ass piece of meat. And we're already best friends so technically he already loves me...I just gotta find a way to make it more than platonic.

THAT LOVE SPELL! I remember seeing it during my side research. I think it could definitely be the answer but is it wrong to twist my best friend's emotions like this? Fuck it, my horniness was clearly at the wheel and the brakes were CUT.

Ram invited me back to work out with him the following day and I gleefully accepted. My plan was to get the materials I needed the night before so that the next time we were gym bro-ing it up he'd confess his newfound romantic love for me under the lust of our sweaty musk.

A bit of his beautiful curls, some of the sweat from his gym clothes, and his full legal name were all I needed. That night I began the incantation and hoped I did it with enough time to work by the morning training session.

"Amor aeternus omnes rogamus. praeterita negligunt, haec vera sunt. Ramses Juan Sanchez rem quam vere adoras amplectuntur, ut una vera identitas." I slowly and quietly enchanted outside Rammy's room with my broken interpretation of Latin.

A dim pink light glowed throughout the apartment as I read the spell. Fate had alternative plans, well the correct ones but my broken understanding led to a broke interpretation of what the spell did exactly.

I woke up in my lanky body, to my dismay but I maybe the spell needed more time to cook. I made my way to the fitness center to meet Ram after he got a head start on the morning. That's when my head began to start spinning. I made it inside and passed out inside of a changing room stall.

Almost immediately I was whisked awake, no jolted into....

The brisk pace on the treadmill woke me up first, then I realized my tanned legs were also going in motion without a conscious thought. Then I looked down to see Rammy's phone recording Ram. Wait me? Wait I'm Ram? But the spell was supposed to make him love me romantically not change me into him?

"Uh what's going on?" a familiar voice said behind me.

I turned around to see a reflection of my former self behind me, I got spooked and tripped off the treadmill. He may be in my body but he still knew how to channel that signature Ramses doe-eyed look. I couldn't lie to him, we were best friends. So I told him the truth about virtually everything. The spell, the sudden realization that I found him attractive, the whole lot.

"Dork, you could've told me you liked me from the jump. I always like spending time with you, I think it was only natural if one of both of us started developing feelings." he said shyly.

We spent the afternoon researching the spell I used and after several clumsy translations figured out what went "wrong".

"The spell turns you into someone you already love...Ram is there anything you have to confess now?" I asked my reflection.

"Well I told you one or both of us started developing feelings." he blushed in response.

I took uncharacteristic charge and pulled him in for a kiss as we sat on our couch. A special level of eroticism rushed over us. Who gets to make out with themselves? This was a hidden desire come to realization. We both knew ourselves so well it was almost cosmic feeling each of us hitting the spots we knew would turn us on most. He expertly gripped my new beefy chest and swirled my sensitive nipples as I moaned louder than I normally would. After a few minutes I brutishly flipped him over and pulled down his sweats expertly gripping a cute ass. I began eating him out making him squeal like a little bitch. I knew this was how I would get turned on the most in my former body.

We kept expertly examining each others bodies but decided to hold off on actually having sex. Our guilt kicked in, what do we tell Sam? We spit balled a few ideas before deciding to call it and spent the night cuddling before going to sleep. But I couldn't end like that.

I snuck into the restroom and continued my self-examination. It may be wrong but to me it was right.

I ripped my shirt off before moving onto squeezing my new pecs again. I tried to contain my moaning but Rammy's so sensitive apparently. My mind rushed again and as one hand gripped and circled my nipple, my other hand moved down below my shorts. Woah. This violated some line for sure but oh my god. He's huge. Like I always fantasized he'd give boyfriend dick, not to long not to think but this. This is wreck my life dick. And it's all mine right now. I bucked my hips and began thrusting into my beefy hands. Ohhhhhhhhh. Honestly if "Hiram" woke up right now I wouldn't even care before someone would have to finish me off. I don't care if its me or "me". Maybe a warm throat would be better than my ha.......unhh. Ohhh I'm coming.

Just then my former hand flipped me around surprising me...how long was he?

He took his former dick out of my hand and immediately went down as I climaxed. Pulse after pulse heading down his throat...he's living my dream for me while made me almost climax a 2nd time immediately. Oh wait no I am. There was a clear stop, when I felt it coming again and I took my hands and rammed his head down again. When the 2nd rush finished gooing down the side of his mouth I pulled him up to kiss him and clean him off.