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Bodyswap, Farts and Wario? My 3 favorite things!

Here’s an art piece I commissioned by the lovely @lucaisonsns of me and Wario swapping bodies!

I also loved chubbier men so I knew I wanted to see what it would look like if we had swapped bodies and looks like both party’s are happy with our new forms haha 🤭

One of Soma old friends named Fort was going to the store to decide the best gift for him. He was so excited to finally to make things official with his new boyfriend Soma.

When he left the store late at night, he was getting ready to go home. However, he was not alone, for he had a predator was stalking him through the night as he went home, not expecting after experiencing the best high of his life that is intoxicated with the feeling of love, someone would be looking to end it.

As Fort went into the alley to take a short cut to his street, a man who wearing black with a hood shouted,

“You lost”

“No, sir, I’m just taking a short cut to my house”, said Fort.

“I think you are” said the man.

Why’s that? said Fort with a confused look.

“Because you went the wrong way, but don’t worry, you will know soon”, the man hinting at what he about to do.

He reveals his face to be no other than Soma adopted brother named Antro. Realizing this Fort responded,

“Aren’t you Soma brother, it’s good to meet you”

“Well I can’t say the same and Soma can’t either” as he he proceeded to grab Fort and throw him with what would appear to be super human strength but just strength as he then proceeds to beat up the defenseless Fort unable with brute force near a each of his life. When done Antro remarks,

“This is a message from Soma to you, stay away from my brother or I and my friends will finish the job”

“You understand, I want a answer”

Fort barely able to speak says,

“Yes”

Coughing up blood while forcing out a response.

“I’m glad we understand each other, you’ll live a healthy life, thought it doesn’t seem that way now, have a good night” Antro responded with sarcasm.

Scared and terrified of these events, he made every attempt to not talk to Fort since then.

Over a decade later, after going to a psychologist to heal from this event, he begins to make attempts at social engagement by reentering in society by interacting with people like him, who are more free to be themselves and suffer less for it.

Despite many meet ups and sexual encounters, no one gave him the same feeling that Soma did, recalling his dark hair and clear light skin and his sweet voice, the voice of a boy slowly becoming a man. He showed strength in vulnerability and despite the incident, hoped to meet him again.

However, something interesting happens, after one particular conversation with a certain man from the gay bar, he begans to mention Soma as someone who had a one night stand with one of his homeboys. This begins to reignite the hope of being reacquainted with his former love and friend. So he resolved to go the gay bar in hopes of meeting Soma again. So each night, he visited the bar and interacting with guys that came near him and at times, even a few night stands to relieve some sexual tension, he continued to look for Soma

After time passed, he finally meet him, but he was completely different, Soma was taller, he had a mustache looking like a character from invincible comic and he was more outgoing, not like in nature but more of a wild bachelor. For a moment, Fort wasn’t sure that it was Soma and so he build his confidence inward and approached him sitting at the bar enjoying drinks.

Now at this time, Fort is unaware that Antro is still possessing Soma’s body who is only a passenger in his mind.

“Hey, what’s up, says Fort.

“Sup dude, what’s up”, said Soma(Antro) dabbing him up as if he is one of his bros.

“Pretty wild night, huh, anything could happen right, said Fort.

Man, you knew around here, it’s wild every night dude. I literally be getting topped every night and it’s fucking amazing bro, said Soma(Antro).

So what high school you went to, said Fort.

Oh, that’s been a century, I’m guessing Longwood High School. says Soma(Antro).

No way man, I used to go there until I moved until I decided to just get a G.E.D., says Fort.

Wow that sounds better than what I did, I became a robber, said Soma(Antro) losing his focus after many drinks.

“A robber, wasn’t your brother Soma a robber that ended up in jail a decade back”, said Fort.

Oh, right, yea uh that brother of mine, he was a robber that was sent to jail, said Soma(Antro).

See little did Soma(Antro) know, Fort had info on Soma from his many times at the bar and neighborhood and was aware of Soma bachelor degree as a psychologist to be and was pretty good at it and got his own place.

So feeling something off with him, he decided to lead it a different way.

“Hey Soma, why don’t we take this to a room” said Fort.

“Yea, let’s get room bro, said the drunken Soma(Antro).

Once they got to the room, Soma(Antro) made advances toward Fort, but he didn’t sense this in Soma character.

But what really summed of Fort suspicion was how sloppily Soma kissed which was nothing like the first kiss.

Ok, that’s enough, said Fort.

So you wanna jump into it I see, alright, you want to bottom or top, I’ll make a acception for you bro. said Soma(Antro) still drunk as he start removing his shirt to strip naked.

“You really don’t remember me, we were close friends, we hung out for a year and we shared a kiss, an old friend,” said Fort.

“Friends, no I don’t have friends”, says the real Soma who came through but fighting Antro control.

Never had friends, what do you mean, Soma, says Fort.

No, you betrayed me, they always betrayed me, I can’t trust anyone, still struggling to fight Antro possession.

I never betrayed you Soma, said Fort.

Lies, my brother said you would betray me and you did, said Soma still fighting.

I didn’t betray you, I was hurt, your brother said you never wanted to see me again and got me beat up.”

“My life was never the same sense then and strange enough, I still loved you, said Fort.

You, you keep trying to steal Soma from me, I said to never come near him again, now I’m gonna finish the job, said Antro coming through again.

And so a fight breaks out in the room back and forth they were equal for a moment but Fort couldn’t bring himself to hurt Soma and gives in but before he lands a punch, Soma regains control through will power.

His desire to protect Fort or power of love whatever it will, gave him willpower to fight Antro inside him.

Antro get out of my body, shouting Soma as he fought Antro who was slowly getting forced out.

Seeing what’s going on with Soma, he aided by giving his hand in pulling Antro’s hand and the visible parts of his upper body out of Soma.

Together they both succeed in separating Antro from Soma’s body and after a few minutes, he awakens completely drained from the fight and possession.

You ok, Soma, said Fort.

Yea I’m good, I’m sorry for what happened to you by Antro years back, said Soma.

“It’s ok, I just wish I could get justice for the both of us,”

“So, what can we do now?”, said Fort.

I know, when I was being possessed by Antro, I also had access to his thoughts, knowledge on how he acquired possession knowledge.

Soma, I’m not going through all that to just possess someone, said Fort.

I know, I have the knowledge of possession memorized, I’ll tell you what to do, said Soma.

So Soma pass this knowledge to Fort to get revenge on Antro for the psychological torment for the past for him and Soma.

After a few minutes, Fort mastered the skill perfectly and jumped in Antro and sense he was unconscious, he couldn’t fight back.

So, how does it feel, said Soma.

It feels like a bunch of testosterone raging out of control, I’m not saying I feel bad for him, but it’s like I have to dominate, said Fort(Antro)

Well it’s a shame he’s not gonna get that, what should we do, said Soma.

“Well I need you to dominate me, Soma.”

“Show me how to be humble.” said Fort.

Well, I guess you been a pretty bad boy for a while, ahaha, said Soma as he making out with Fort in Antro’s body.

So he made out passionately with Fort in Antro, after some filling of lust he began pushing him on the bed saying,

It’s time I take care of that ass, said Soma.

Soma then removes his underwear and then Antro’s underwear as he begans to stick his big dick in his ass using the sweat from there bodies as lubricant. “Don’t fight back, says Soma as he press Fort’s in Antro hands against the bed as he thrust his asshole. As this happened, Fort felt great waves of pleasure inside him, of course the sign showed when his cock Antro cock begins to stick up. Fort wanted to stroke his new rod so bad, but Sona would not let him, tormenting Antro’s body with feeling but not the ability to release at will. Soma continued until his own climax build up as he eventually released his manly load into Antro’s asshole.

Not long after, an orgasm came with moans and groans from Fort in Antro’s voice and he begin squirting Antro’s happy juice all of the bed in a copious amount.

All sexually spent, they lay Soma wrapping Fort in his embrace as his dick is still comfortably planted in Antro’s ass.

Mocking what Antro’s said in the past, Soma says,

“You look like you enjoyed yourself, ahaha, said Soma as he and Fort laughed.

Six months have passed since that day and Soma and Fort are in a deeper relationship. They now live together in Soma apartment.

Fort still possess possessing Antro’s body and occupying it since that day. I mean Antro wasn’t doing much with his life anyway and had no place to truly stay but at the same time he needed to pay for the 10 years of trauma he gave Soma and Fort.

Soma returned from work and saw Fort in the house,

Hey babe, I’m so glad to see you, how was work today, said Fort(Antro).

Brilliant love, you know how psychology works, saving one mind at a time, says Soma.

What about yourself, Fort or should I say Antro, said Soma with a hint of humor.

Hey in public, I’m Antro, but at home, you can call me Fortitude, aha, said Fort with a sense of humor and laughter.

But for the most part I’ve went to the gym lifted weights and honestly, I went to the gym before this, but I developed a liking to fighting sports, maybe even boxing, said Fort.

I know, you seem to be having a bit too much fun, said Soma.

I mean I know this is punishment and pleasure but he would have benefited physically more than me when this is all over, well if I even want to leave, said Fort.

He gonna see the world differently for sure when this is over, it’s only fair, he did do me some good, but the justice is for you though, plus he can be open as himself instead of possessing other homosexual like he did me, said Soma.

Oh well, hey you wanna go to the movies later and the a special dinner to eat, said Fort.

I don’t know, what are we eating, said Soma.

It special, I can’t tell you, hahaha, said Fort with a since of humor.

And so they continue to live together and enjoy the time lost and to come. As for Antro, he will fulfill his punishment but will be let go of the possession with an understanding of what it’s like to be controlled, dominate and humiliated.

Working hard and getting no rewards for it. I would love not to have to worry about any of that anymore. Would love to be a gas masked rubber drone

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You wake up in darkness. You’re confused for a moment, but then you breathe in and feel the pressure of the gas mask against your face, infusing the air you breathe with Master’s heady musk. You don’t need to be confused. You don’t need to think. You don’t need to be “you.”

The drone gets up from its resting cot and goes to prepare the morning meal for its Master. The drone has been prepared with its Master’s favourite meals, and rotates between a selection of gourmet breakfast spreads from every culture in the world. The bedroom drone takes the breakfast tray from the drone at the bedroom door, and the drone continues with its next tasks: cleaning the kitchen and pumping up its muscles in the drone gym.

After its Master completes his morning workout with his gym trainer drone, the drone brings him a healthy smoothie. In recognition of the drone’s completion of the task, its Master exchanges the stale gym socks in its gas mask with a fresh pair, straight from his feet. If the drone could feel pleasure, it would be overwhelmed with ecstasy.

If the drone continues to complete its assigned tasks and absorb new programming well, it will be upgraded to cumdump drone, or perhaps even bedroom drone. If it becomes a bedroom drone, its Master will provide it with a full coverage suit, erasing every remaining trace of its individuality underneath anonymous rubber, stretched around the musky muscles it was well-programmed to build and maintain.

The drone is not capable of enjoyment, but the vacation should prove blissful regardless.

A few months ago, I had been excited to receive an internship at Stuprum Financial. I don't know what I expected... fetching coffee, delivering mail, maybe getting a special project or something? Instead, I've spent the entire time doing data entry work, taking numbers from one spreadsheet and typing them into another one. It was the sort of mind-numbing busywork that could have been automated, if the owners had been willing to pay the money to make it happen. But they were too cheap to hire programmers, so here I am. If it hadn't been for my boss, I would have quit after the first day.

Not that he's a good boss, mind you-- Landon is a complete asshole, as a matter of fact. But the man is amazing eye candy, and I'm getting paid to sit at a cubical with direct line of sight into his office. He's the sort of dominant alpha who pretends that weaker men like me don't even exist. I should probably be angry that my boss barely gives me the time of day, but it means that I can stare at him for hours and he never seems to notice. It helps that he's too busy getting his dick wet as much as possible.

He's fucked all of the female interns at least once, though I know he has his favorites. There's no way any competent manager would have kept Miranda as an employee unless they were getting something else out of the deal, and Landon was definitely getting full access to what were... at least D cups? I'm a gay man, I don't know how to estimate cup sizes. I just know I have to fix all of Miranda's mistakes while she's getting railed during her 'private mentoring' sessions. The man is insatiable-- when he's not fucking a coworker, he's masturbating under his desk. I don't know when he finds time to get any work done, but that's not my problem.

Friday is one of his busier days-- the owners leave early, which means he doesn't have to be as stealthy while he fucks the women who work under him. He's got it down to a science by now-- one after lunch, and another one right before we leave for the day. So you can imagine my surprise when he called me into his office at the end of the day instead.

"You wanted to see... me... sir?" I said, my words trailing off as I walked in to see my boss standing in his office, with his shirt pulled apart to reveal his hairy chest. "Sir, what are you--"

"Shut the door behind you," he barked. "I've seen the way that you look at me, Bobby. Did you think I wouldn't notice?" To my shock, he started removing more of his clothes. "Honestly, I'm a bit flattered. And I thought, why not reward you with something you'd want?" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this some sort of trap? Was he actually bisexual? I didn't know and I didn't care. I kicked off my shoes and started pulling at my tie with a shaky hand.

He leaned in, close enough for me to be able to smell his musk. "You'd do anything to have this body, wouldn't you? Well, you're in luck. Make me an offer." God, hearing his voice whispering into my ear turned me on in the worst way.

"Can-- can I suck you off?" I blurted out.

Landon briefly smiled at me before placing his hand on my shoulder and shoving me to my knees. "I accept your terms," he said. "First you suck me off, and then you can have this body." His hand slipped down to his waistband, unleashing the thickest eight inches of manhood I had ever seen.

I was quite the cocksucker in college, but this dick was almost too much for even me to handle. It took all of my concentration to avoid gagging, especially once he grabbed my head and started thrusting. He was clearly focused on speed, and it didn't take long before his salty load hit the back of my throat. I was licking the excess off of his shaft when my vision started to blur.

"It's like I said. You suck me off, and then you can have my body." The speaker was high-pitched and a bit nasally... but also really familiar, somehow. I shook my head, trying to get my eyes to focus again. Someone who could have been my twin was kneeling in front of me, while I... my arms were massive now, and a quick grope of my body confirmed the presence of chest hair that I'd never been able to grow before. Had we switched bodies? But that was impossible! I looked over to the small mirror on my boss's desk, only to find his face staring back at me.

"Congratulations," my old body said. "You are now Landon Wagner. And now I'm Bobby Fischer. The next few days might have a bit of a learning curve, but I'm sure you'll get over it."

My hand started absentmindedly playing with my nipples as I tried to process what was happening. "I don't... I don't understand. You're probably the sexiest man I've ever met in real life." I could feel the excitement building in my chest, but life was never this kind to me. There had to be some sort of catch. "Why would you want to... are you really just giving all of this away?"

My former boss just shrugged. "That's right, Bobby. I mean, Landon. Get used to your new life, because I am not switching back."

Something about his calm tone of voice was making me start to panic. "My life sucks, why would you want mine? Look, I'm honored, sir, but I... I don't know the first thing about being you." I didn't know what the catch was, yes, but there was no way it was worth it. "This is-- no, we have to switch back. Switch us back!"

"Oh, God no," he said, pausing to stare at me as he started putting his clothes back on. "I'm Bobby Fischer, the stand-out intern who's about to get an offer for permanent employment. And when my bosses figure out that my work is high quality, as if I have decades of experience? Shit, I'll be climbing that ladder in no time. Sure, I'll have to start over at the gym, but that's nothing I can't handle.

"Meanwhile, you? C'mon, Landon, did you really think you could fuck all of the interns without HR noticing?" He started laughing at me as a wave of sickening nausea ran through my body. "You weren't getting away with it, they were just building a case against you. Shit-- your ass is grass. Gotta learn how to keep it in your pants, bro! You let the thrill of the chase get to your head, and now you're about to lose it all. They're gonna fire you, Landon. It's not an 'if', it's a 'when'."

I collapsed to the floor, trying to process everything that was happening to me. I finally got to mess around with my hot boss-- I got to become my hot boss-- only now I was stuck with his shitty life? I would be stuck dealing with his fallout while he gets to take my clean reputation and bail out without any consequences. Well, other than the consequence of trying to make something positive out of my own shitty life, I guess.

All I could do was watch as the new Bobby Fischer walked out of my new office, leaving me alone and half naked on the floor.

So, this is me now. Becoming my toxic alpha bro boss was... not something I would have planned, but hey-- it could be worse, right? Honestly, I'm still not sure which of us ended up with the short end of the stick. He's definitely got a higher ceiling for success-- but that's only if he can get promoted all of the way back up. I'm sure that would be a ton of money... but until then, he's only getting a junior salary, and he's stuck in my body to boot. Regaining the muscles he used to have takes time, and he's stuck with that baby face no matter what he does.

“Well thanks for the body, stud,” my own voice said, loud and cocky.

The thief stood tall in my skin, pulling my shirt off and rolling my broad shoulders back with a satisfied groan. He stretched luxuriously, arms raised high, then let his strong hands slide down my former chest, squeezing the thick, hairy pecs I’d spent years building. His fingers traced over my abs, clearly loving every ridge and cut.

“Goddamn,” he muttered, using my smooth, deep voice. “This feels even better than I imagined.”

Then he winked at me.

At me, a now pathetic, wheezing old man collapsed in the sand. I tried to stand, but this disgusting body fought me the entire way. My knees cracked. My massive gut spilled heavily over the waistband of stained swim trunks. Thick, liver-spotted hands sank into the sand as I struggled to push myself up. Every breath felt like fire in my weak lungs.

He laughed, using my laugh, and turned slightly, looking over his shoulder. With a filthy grin, he reached back and playfully jiggled my muscular ass through the shorts I’d been wearing. The firm cheeks bounced perfectly under his touch.

“Look at this thing,” he taunted, giving it another firm slap. “So tight and perky. Never had an ass this good before.”

Then his hand slid around to the front. He grabbed the growing bulge through my shorts, giving it a slow, shameless squeeze. His fingers wrapped around the thick outline of my stolen cock, stroking it once through the fabric as it hardened even more.

“Mmm… and this fat dick,” he groaned loudly, still palming it. “Heavy. Thick. Already leaking for me. I’m definitely putting this to good use.”

People nearby were openly staring now. A couple of guys smirked. Someone whistled. He ate up the attention, still groping my bulge while flexing my free arm.

“I’m gonna take real good care of this beefcake,” he announced, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I’ll make sure this body gets used way better than you ever did.

He gave my ass one final, mocking slap, then strutted off down the beach like he owned the world. My broad back flexed with every confident step. My ass and bulge looked incredible in my shorts. Heads turned as he passed.

Here is the last part of the Missing PE Credits trilogy (PART 1-Wrestler, PART 2 - Swimmer). Skinny pale James is joining black football team in order to earn mandatory credits. Share in the comments which type of sportsman you would like to transform into. And if you enjoy this story you can support me and tip me via Ko-fi.

The heavy oak door of the head coach's office closed behind James, cutting off the rhythmic, distant thud of cleats on turf. Standing at a meager height, his scrawny frame felt utterly swallowed by the room. He adjusted the hem of his t-shirt, his pale, thin fingers trembling slightly. Next to the massive desk stood Coach Wenders—a towering, muscular Black man who looked like he had been sculpted out of solid obsidian.

James swallowed hard. He was desperate. He needed his final mandatory Physical Education credits to graduate, and joining the football team, even if it just meant fetching water or warming the bench, was his absolute last resort. But as he looked around the office of this Historically Black College football program, a wave of intimidation washed over him. He was a skinny, dirty-blond nerd who knew more about quantum mechanics than quarterbacks. He knew he didn’t fit in. He expected a laugh, a rejection, or a polite dismissal.

Instead, Coach Wenders looked him up and down, a slow, appreciative smile spreading across his broad face. There was an intense, magnetic heat in the coach’s gaze that made James’s breath catch.

"I like your nerve, kid," Wenders said, his deep voice vibrating right through James's chest. "Most guys your size wouldn't dare step foot in here. I'm looking for men with courage. I think you’re going to be a perfect fit for our defensive line."

James blinked, dumbfounded. Defensive line? He wanted to object, to say there had been a mistake, but the overwhelming presence of the coach locked him in place. "Go on down to the locker room," Wenders commanded softly, his eyes lingering on James just a second too long. "The assistant coach will give you the gear. Suit up and get out to the field. And don’t worry. You will fit in between us…"

My head throbbed and I felt more sore than I ever had in my life when I woke up this morning the sun peaking bright through my window. My bed strangely creaked and groaned as I attempted to turn over but when I opened my eyes reality hit me like a truck. Looking down at my body I was giant and hairy, much larger than my normal skinny body of Alex Henderson that was maybe 130 lbs soaking wet. I threw off the sheet and a monster dick that bobbed up and down almost matching my heartbeat and the smell of sweat invaded my nostrils. I panicked because what had slowly been spreading to my family for the last week had finally happened to me. Last Tuesday we were all gathered at home. Summer had just begun. My twenty year old sister had returned from college to study fashion while I was getting ready to leave to study marketing once summer ended. The whole world seemed to ripple for a minute and the sky seemed to change color for just a second and at first we didn’t notice anything different until we realized the internet didn’t work and the weirdest part we couldn’t leave the house we would just wind up back inside and the world continued on outside without us. I could have dealt with all that but the biggest change involved my family members morphing into copies of some of the men around town that I found most attractive. Worst of all they acted constantly horny like they were living in a porno and kept trying everything to get me to have sex with them. Don't get me wrong it would have been great all these hot guys throwing themselves at me but these sex obsessed fantasy guys were my family members. Even more strangely they would switch between acting like their old personality and their new one usually with a blink and shake of their head, it all was completely normal to them if I brought it up they looked at me like I was crazy.

My dad who luckily worked as an astrophysicist, a job I never understood but it came in handy when he said he recognized the pattern of the sky changing color from satellite imagery he studied last week and got to work in his basement office looking for a solution. Now looking in the bathroom mirror I was greeted not by my eighteen year old face but by the shocked face of Mr. Brown, my senior year history teacher and coach of the soccer team. I’d spent my senior year captivated by him the way his dress shirts would hug his bulky frame or how the smell of his cologne would invade my nostrils when I entered the classroom. My favorite way to spend the class period was hoping a student would ask him a question so he would bend down over their desk and I could get a look at his ass in his tight pants. After school I would sit in the bleachers hoping to see him running drills with the soccer team and working up a sweat in his gym shorts and tight school t-shirt. Now I had a front row seat to his naked body and it was even better than I imagined. Legs and thighs like tree trunks and a hairy body that exuded masculine energy and smell. His ass was even bigger than it looked in his dress pants. It felt great just to stand there and grab it with my much larger hands, eventually I worked my hands around to my stomach and down to my new dick. It was the best feeling I had ever experienced. I'd never felt so much pleasure radiate through my body and I didn't want it to end ever. No, I had to stay focused this whole situation had to be reversed even if it meant I had to lose this gorgeous body, with none of the clothes in my dresser having a chance of fitting me now I went into my parents room and found a pair of sweatpants and a shirt that could cover me up. I had to find dad and see if he could help me, he said yesterday evening he was close to a breakthrough as he analyzed some more data last night.

After lumbering down the stairs which my new hefty body made difficult, I saw out on the patio the guy who used to be my sister Ashley now with the body of her boyfriend Brandon doing yoga. Who knew the soccer captain could be so flexible? He was out there doing the splits and several different yoga poses I didn’t know were possible especially for a guy. “Brandon, have you seen where dad is? I need to talk with him” I asked. “Oh hey Alex do you like the outfit I found in my closet? It's so cute and luckily it fits I don’t know why but none of my clothes seem to fit lately. I must have visited the dining hall too many times. Even my underwear is too small especially in the front and I don’t know why I’ve always crammed my dick and balls in there before and I never had an issue but now even my favorite pair almost ripped today, even these pants can barely hide my ass” he said his voice even in a noticeably higher pitch as he run his hands up his backside, his white pants stretched to their limit over his butt in the yoga pose he was in. He blinked and shook his head and smirked at me, his voice resuming its deeper pitch Brandon’s personality back in control, “hey looser come out here to stare at me while I stretch? Shit I would too look at me this body is perfection” he said flexing and rubbing his chest. “Here let me give you a better look”, then he began to remove his white pants and was now completely naked, his caramel colored body shining in the morning sunlight. “Take a look at this, all this yoga has really loosened me up. I’ve been working on this for hours pretty soon I’ll be able to entertain myself all day since you love to play hard to get.” He then sat on the ground and brought his foot up to his mouth and licked it all over with his large tongue, never breaking eye contact with me and I couldn’t look away. After each toe had been sampled he raised both his legs up and locked both of his feet behind his head and began to try and stretch his mouth toward the hard dripping appendage between his legs. I finally snapped out of it and ran inside. Well Brandon had been no help just like he was before all of this only caring about himself. I left him in the backyards legs behind his head damn that yoga really was helping I’m pretty sure I saw his tongue make contact with his dick although, I was distracted with him in that position I could clearly see his asshole and there something leaking out of it things just kept getting worse.

I tiptoed into the kitchen because my mom was a little unpredictable in her new body, a former twenty-seven year old convict Luke who worked at the mechanic that I took my cheap sedan to for tire and oil changes. I just had to spend those hours staring at him dripping in sweat while he worked on my car didn’t I. One minute he would be my happy mother asking me how my day was and calling me his sweet boy to Luke’s personality taking over swearing up a storm and scowling and asking me what the hell i was staring at. “Hey honey! If you wait just a second I can have a cupcake ready for you” It must have been a good day today, although it was still so weird to see his tatted up body wearing only my mothers apron and hearing his deep voice call me honey. Even more unsettling was the large protrusion below her waist that was sticking so obscenely in front of her it knocked over the can of baking powder on the counter when he turned to face me. “Sorry, stupid thing won’t go down. I already had Brandon let me release a load in his ass before I started baking but these balls are full again and I’m going to have to mop when I’m done baking, I’m dripping all over the floor. Be a dear and help me out, maybe just a little tongue action on my balls please” Then he lifted up his apron showing the giant dick and dangling balls I had seen too often over the last couple days. He was almost whimpering, biting his lip as his dick twitched and bobbed up and down and continued to leak on the floor. When I declined as I so often had to do in this house it was like a switch flipped and Luke’s harsher personality took over with a shake of his head. “You fucking ungrateful piece of shit, I work hard all day sweating my balls off cooking and cleaning and all I ask is for you to help me out when I need some release you’re fucking useless”. “Um yeah have you seen dad by chance” I asked hesitantly hoping to get out of here quickly. “Where do you think he is in his office downstairs fucking dumbass, God damn it I need a smoke”. He yelled, throwing his apron on the counter and pulling a cigarette from the front pocket, lighting up and blowing a large cloud of smoke in my direction, grumbling and flipping me off and beginning to work his hand rapidly up and down his glistening shaft. As I began to leave the oven timer dinged and Moms regular happy demeanor was back and as he bent over the oven to grab the cupcakes Luke shook his bubble butt and said, “oooooh yay cupcakes are done I’m going to save some icing you can lick it off my ass later honey. oh dang it, excuse my language son I just made more of a mess look at these new puddles on the floor” I needed to find Dad he said he was close to figuring out what was going on last night hopefully he had made a breakthrough because this house was driving me crazy.

My worst fear awaited me when I went down to dad’s office. There sitting on the couch was Jesse, a guy who worked at the local pizza place and was probably the worst body dad could have been put in. Yeah he was extremely hot, why else would he be here making things worse, he was also extremely dumb multiple times when I handed him cash for my pizza order it took him minutes to figure out my change. “Wait dude stop you’re cracking me up so, sure I’m some smart scientist whatever you say bro hahaha. Why would I use my brain for numbers and stuff that shit gives me a headache. You don’t need to use your brain when you look this good, check out these abs and this chest touch them if you want. Dude what the fuck stop crying you’re killing the vibes it’s bad enough my phone isn’t working can’t even pull up my favorite sites to take care of this problem” he said as he pulled down his grey shorts releasing his dick that smacked his stomach as it escaped its confines. “Can you send down the hottie in the yoga pants bro? I couldn't get enough of him last night he snuck down here and was doing the splits and shit while bouncing on my dick it was amazing.” “No dad please you can’t be stuck as this dumbass you’re supposed to figure out how to fix this mess, I don’t want to be old I’m supposed to be starting college in a few months” I began to cry even louder then Jesse blinked and shook his head an angry look appearing on his face as his nostrils flared and a vein popped on his forehead just like dad’s when we misbehaved as kids. “I will not have you swearing in my house young man, how dare you call me a dumbass. Get upstairs, I don't want to see you until dinner Alexander” I climbed the stairs, the stern and familiar expression of my dad already gone from Jesse’s face and replaced with his tongue rolling out of his mouth as he flexed and grouped his pecs any sign of my intelligent father gone. I arrived at the landing on the ground floor greeted by the sight of Brandon and Luke making out naked on the living room couch. “Finally he’s free, hurry up, let's get downstairs Luke, that guy down there is so hot we can share him” they high fived and ran downstairs giggling, their matching boners swinging between their legs with every step. I climbed the stairs back to my room, my only hope of escaping this nightmare gone.

You know I don’t remember what I was so worried about yesterday morning. I have this great body, huge dick, and a house full of hot guys who want to have sex with me everyday. This is paradise. I think this top really makes me look sexy. It kind of just appeared in my closet an hour ago how lucky is that!. I wonder if the boys will agree not that we’ll be in our clothes for a very long time. Damn it is that Luke moaning ugh only Jesse’s dick makes him squeal like that. I told them to wait for me.

Meanwhile in a galaxy three solar systems away…

You know your best friend is such a nerd. Lately, he's been obsessed with DNA cloning. Heck, like you really want to know what that actually means.

Early this morning, he told you he went to visit the campus gym to "take a survey". You asked him why, but he left you on read for hours.

“Miss these bro?” My younger brother Calvin taunted me. He’d pulled up the tight tank top and revealing his massive juicy pecs after having caught me staring at him again. God they’re so huge…

It all started just over a month ago when an insane worldwide cosmic event took place. When it occurred people from all over the globe inexplicably swapped bodies! Most commonly people found they’d switched with those who were nearby when the event took place. Neighbours, family members, coworkers etc. It’s been all over the news recently with everyone trying to come to terms with their new bodies and identities. People online seem to have dubbed it ‘The Great Shift’.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when it happened. One second I was watching football and suddenly my vision got all blurry. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Calvin's bedroom at his desk with one of his favourite PC games playing in front of me. Immediately I jumped out of my seat to find myself wearing Calvin’s clothes and feeling so small and frail. All the muscle I spent years growing in the gym was completely gone, replaced by a skinny frame that didn’t look as though it’d ever even seen a dumbbell. I didn’t know how but I was in my younger brother’s body! I was in shock, not knowing how to even react. That is until he heard some strange sounds coming from downstairs…

I made my way down towards the living room and what I saw blew my mind. It was me! Or at least it was my body. He was stood in the middle of the room checking himself out and squeezing his muscles. Grunting with my voice as he did.

“Calvin?…” I asked hesitantly. His attention instantly shot towards me like a deer caught in headlights.

“B-Brett? I uhmm… what happened?! One minute I was in my room and then I was down here!…”

An incredibly guilty look crossed his face… my face? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Seeing my own body from the outside like this was trippy as hell. I never realised just how huge I was. All the muscle straining against those tight clothes. Maybe I just felt small in Calvin’s body but my body looked like a proper stud! And I could only guess Calvin thought the same judging by how he’d been feeling himself up.

It wasn’t long before we learned that we weren’t the only ones and that The Great Shift had seemingly affected most adults around the world. It was somewhat relieving to know that we weren’t the only ones but I couldn’t help feeling frustrated. Nobody seemed to know why the hell this had happened and nobody knew how to reverse it. I didn’t want to be stuck in my brother’s skinny ass body! I felt so weak and tiny. I’d worked so damn hard for the body I had and now Calvin got to reap all the benefits!? What kind of sick joke is that??

Yet as much as I hated the swap, Calvin loved it. He was more subtle about it at first. Checking himself out a little every now and then but played it cool when he was around me. However as the weeks went by and it started to seem as though we might be stuck this way, the subtly soon wore off. Calvin began shamelessly flexing the muscles I spent years building around me all the time. Going on about how amazing it felt to be in my body and how strong he felt. Whenever I told him to stop he’d just smirk at me and show off even more. Taking off his shirt usually and bouncing the pecs I used to own. He just loved rubbing it in my face. He even started calling me his little bro instead, saying it didn’t make sense to call me his big bro anymore all things considered.

I hated it at first. Being forced to sit and watch everyday as Calvin enjoyed my body. But one day something changed. He’d stopped by a mirror to check out what should’ve been my reflection as he did most days, admiring my features and muscles. “You know, I was always jealous of how handsome you were Brett.” He glanced at me from across the room. “I’ll admit, I wished quite a few times that one day I’d look good as you…” He continued before turning to me with a huge shit eating grin. “Guess I got my wish huh!” He stuck out his tongue while grabbing his bulge with one hand and flexing his other arm. “Fuuuck. I think I’m gonna go jack off in my room. See ya little bro.” Calvin began making his way towards the stairs before pausing. “Oh and don’t come in my room unless you want me to beat your ass.” He laughed. That’s exactly what I always used to tell him.

I should’ve been angry. Livid even. And yet more than anything… I was horny. I couldn’t explain it but seeing him show off my body like he owned it while grabbing what should’ve been my bulge… it turned me on so much! Luckily this dick was pretty small so he didn’t notice my growing erection or how it jumped when he said he was gonna jerk off with my dick. It shouldn’t have sounded so hot but it did!

From there on I started fantasising about my own body and the way Calvin used it. Pretending to hate how he flexed his biceps in my face after getting how from the gym only for me to rub one out to it later. Always staring at his thick muscled body when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was shirtless which was often. Wishing I could just reach out and squeeze all that muscle I used to own. It’d even gotten so bad that I began to notice he usually left the bedroom door open a crack. Just enough for me to peek inside and watch as he gripped what was once my fat cock and groan to himself as he pumped it. Mumbling about how much he loved my body and cock until he busted a huge load over himself. All the while I’m jerking what should’ve been his little dick outside the door to it all.

That brings us back to the present. I’m still trying to act angry about the switch and I am to a degree but it’s been difficult with how flustered I get whenever I see Calvin now. He just wears my buff body so damn well. He always knows exactly what to wear to show it off. No surprise considering he spent hours upon hours trying on all my clothes. That’s why now I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. That tank top was so fucking tight on those big pecs. Though I didn’t realise how obvious my gaze was until he turned to me with that same cocky smirk and lifted up his tank top to reveal his huge pecs.

“Miss these bro?” He chuckled before bouncing his huge tits a little for me. I felt as though I was being mesmerised by my own pecs… and it was working! My mouth went dry as I was unable to pull my eyes away for even a second. “Why don’t you get over here and give em a feel.” He beckoned, tempting me to come closer.

I tried to resist but in the end I just couldn’t help myself. I jumped up from where I was sitting and made my way over to him as he pulled off the tank top and tossed it on the ground. He grabbed his chest a little, grabbing and squishing the huge muscle as if he were advertising it to me. Fuck… those pecs looked so damn heavy. I didn’t appreciate them enough when they belonged to me. Maybe… I could appreciate them more now.

Soon enough I was stood before him, trying not to drool at the sight of my former body. I raised my hands hesitantly ready to squeeze those juicy watermelon sized muscle tits. Before I had a chance to grab them however, Calvin gripped the back of my head and shoved my head right in between the huge mounds of muscle! I grunted in shock as he made sure to hold me tight. Even my groans were being muffled as my face was completely smooshed between his pecs. Though my shock soon faded as I inhaled his scent and quickly realised just how intoxicating it felt to be squished between my former tits. Before long he didn’t even have to hold anymore. I kept my face firmly between his huge muscle tits before using my hands to grope them from the side and squash my face even more!

“That’s it. Gooood boy. Worship me little bro.” He cooed down at me with my own voice.

Suddenly it felt as though all the pent up attraction I had towards my former body and the way Calvin commanded it was being unleashed. I started planting kisses all over his pecs and stomach while groping him all over. I licked and kissed his huge biceps before digging my nose into his pits. I got on my knees and worshipped his massive thighs and calves. Even going as far as to nuzzle my face into his bulge, feeling how hard my old cock was, as I reached around and squeezed his jock butt. The same butt I’d spent counting gym sessions building. I wanted so badly to pull down those tight shorts and let that familiar cock flop out but he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t get greedy. You’ll have to earn that.” He bounced his pecs a little for me instead. “Why don’t you come back up here and worship these a little more first.”

I didn’t hesitate. I hopped back up onto my feet in seconds and made my way back up his torso. Kissing along his waist and stomach until I finally reached those glorious tits again. The ones I’d spent years building. I didn’t waste a second and immediately got to groping and squeezing them again. Worshipping them exactly as he instructed. I just couldn’t get enough! My eyes locked onto his nipples. I needed to suck on them so badly. I practically dove towards his right nipple but before I could wrap my lips around it, Calvin grabbed me face by the cheeks and forced me to look up at him. To look up at my former face.

“Not so fast.” He sniggered while locking eyes with me. “First you’ve gotta admit who I am, Calvin.”

I shivered as he called me by his name. With that I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and for a moment it snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? Worshipping and groping my own body? We were fucking brothers for crying out loud!? This was some seriously messed up shit. So why the hell was I so hard right now? Why the hell did I want nothing more than to stay in my little brother’s scrawny body so he could keep showing off all my hard earned muscle?! I should be pissed but…

“You’re my big bro…” I mumbled.

“Mhm. And what’s my name?”

“Brett.” I gave in, calling him by my name just as he’d called me by his. I felt so defeated but I was so driven by lust that I couldn't help myself.

With a content look on his face the new Brett let me go and the second he did I latched onto his nipples. Sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. This was it. He’d beaten me. This is what he wanted from the moment we swapped. That’s why he was always teasing me. That’s why he always left his sweaty gym clothes around for me to find. That’s why he always left his bedroom door open a crack while he was jerking off… I guess all I could do now was accept it. Assuming The Great Shift was permanent, we’re gonna be stuck like this forever right? Might as well stop fighting it and just give into my urges… after all, he does wear that body better than I ever did.

“Now if you agree tell everyone that we somehow switched back and that I’m the real Brett then I might even let you suck my dick. How’s that sound?” He proposed. Just the idea of getting to suck that dick was driving me mad. Needless to say I agreed without hesitation.

Brett pulled his phone out of his shorts and took a quick photo of me sucking on his nipples. I didn’t care though. All I wanted was to suck and squeeze. Little did I know he was sending the pic to his best friend Alex who’d also landed himself in a hot new body.

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<Brett> See! I told you it’d work. He can’t keep his hands off me!

<Alex> Holy shit. I can’t believe you actually pulled that off dude! Guess it was worth changing your name on here to his after all lmao

<Brett> Yup. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist these tits eventually. Even if they were his a month ago 😜

<Alex> Well I’m glad to hear it all worked out for you Brett! 😉 A lot of people have been struggling with The Great Swap or whatever they’re calling it

<Brett> Not you though I hear. You’ve got a new acting gig tomorrow right?

<Alex> Oh yeah! This new body has been doing wonders for me. I’ve been offered jobs left and right! I still can’t believe it honestly

<Brett> I guess we’re both just lucky to have landed ourselves a couple of hunks huh?

<Alex> You got that right. Well I’ll leave you and your little brother to have some fun

<Brett> Hahaha thanks! If he sucks on these tits any harder I’m worried he might actually get some milk outta me lmao!

<Alex> Well considering how huge those things are I wouldn’t be surprised lol. Ttyl

<Brett> Yeah Ttyl bro!

———

To be continued…

I had just wanted to be more dominant, but now I was this air headed himbo who couldn’t go ten seconds without shaking my ass for any guy who called me goodboy. I had read online about KOKSTRAPS, about what they could do, transforming you into whatever brand you bought, I even fully believed it, buying the dom top one. It was literally the most popular.. Fuck I hate saying literally all the time it literally sucked.

I was like (there it is again, another word I hate) a true academic before putting this thing on, I literally worked out, kept in shape, and had a few boyfriends. I was fine, but they all said the same thing, even my bestie christie who was a basic ass white bitch, that i was TOOO VANILLA. So I thought I would show them that I could be adventurous, buying the bright red kokstrap and slipping it on. I didn’t read any warning labels, didn’t notice the strangely (definitely not resealed) packaging, I just strapped up, my fit, tight bubble butt perfectly framed by the straps and my average cock waiting to grow in the pouch.

Except when everything PULSED, my body hair that I had properly manscaped and maintained, LITERALLY VANISHED. I was smooth as the day I was born, that wasn’t supposed to like happen. I tried taking it off but instead my hands grabbed both inflating ass cheeks and pulled them apart, my fingers slipping into a now naturally lubed hole fingeringh myself like stupid. My wist trimmed down till i looked like some tom of finland cartoon that like begged to be used. My work clothes all like vanished leaving me with just cute pastel gym clothes that hugged every muscle. My perky tits… no pectorals looked like massive pillows and lips that were begging to suck cocks. When I finally stopped trying to take the kokstrap off to call for help, one of hands left my hole alone to call my exes. I needed something to fill me up

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Pride was always a great time for recruiting, plenty of idiotic protestors to re-educate…. Okay fine education considering most of them were dumb as rocks and never learned basic human empathy or a crumb of emotional intelligence. So when I saw Jared, this prim and proper mormon boy wearing a white button down and khakis holding a sign saying god hates fags. I knew exactly what to do, I mean it was a matter of a simple, easy PULSE.

See most of these dumb, bigots are secretly gay, hidden underneath deep levels of self hate and insecurity. So desperate to escape, scratching at the edges of the husk of hate that make up their flesh and blood. It's why a PULSE of horny gay magic easily saturates the soul, releasing it from any inhibition, but also of any control. I watch as his face, pimply, horrid and awful gets a look of pure horror as his body blurs. His once waifish build starts to BULGE as muscles expand and grow. His once paltry arms gain biceps the size of footballs, his triceps thicken, veins pumping blood and testosterone down to his meaty hands. His shoulders broaden, his chest two giant slabs of granite as his body grows an eight pack that could rival a marvel actor that lead to a perfect v line and cum gutters.

His clothes are no longer there, just a pair of briefs that leave little to the imagination, a bulge that begs to be sucked, an ass that deserves to be ate. His skin starts to smooth out, any blemishes permanently removed. His feet grow to size fourteens while his thighs and calves are absolutely carved to perfect thickness and perfection.

Before his mind is gone forever I chisel his face, raise his cheekbones, enhance his jaw and plump up his lips. His once pale skin replaced with a gorgeous tan. His mind is last, with a single, simple pulse i turn all his hate, into what it was always meant to be, undoing decades of indoctrination until all thats left is love and lust. Be proud Jared, you are exactly who you are meant to be now.

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Remember what coach said to us! One of us get to possess the captain!

Jackson here was the captain of the team until I came along and won his body in a contest against my team mates. Coach kept his word and Jackson was in the changing rooms after a good sports session until I took him over.

I woke up feeling so much stronger as I saw my sweaty body knowingly I'm the captain of my team and Jackson forever. It's feels incredible now, my new looks, big bulge, strength and popular at school. It's all mine to enjoy now as I do intend to keep on fucking anyone that wants it.

My brother's tongue had gotten him into plenty of trouble, that was certain, but it had also made him into a legend among all of the girls at our school. "The Tornado," they called him for the ways he twisted and turned that tongue inside of their eagerly-awaiting pussies. I'm sorry to talk about these things in such vulgar terms, but this is the sex-driven language my brother himself used to describe his own skills.

I did all things right. It was Ethan that proposed to switch bodies. The stress at work was too high and he needed some deserved vacations. However, if he took some days off, his reputation with leadership would be tarnished. He couldn't leave during such high stakes negotiations. But if his right hand disappeared, nobody would raise an eyebrow. For him, it was the perfect plan. At the end of the day, I have worked closely on the project, so he was certain that I could handle things perfectly. The switch was a win-win situation. He could relax and I can enjoy his hunky body. He knew that I was gay. He knew what I was going to do during his time out. But he was chill and didn't mind. 

However, I voiced my concern. The trip was too tight. The coin is only useful for five days, afterwards the switch becomes a permanent one. I told him that he was leaving just 3 hours, from the moment he arrived to the time of switching back. He told me to relax and I still followed the plan. As I told you, I did all the things right. It's not my fault that the airplane got delayed. It's not my fault that there was so much traffic in the city. I would not lie to you. I did not insist that my boss change his schedule. There is no denying, deep down this is what I always wanted. So look at me. I am the new Ethan. Fuck it, my life, from now on, is going to be awesome.

And boy did Alan really work himself in Juan. In the matter of 1 month, Juan is a 180 a totally different person altogether. He still looked the same for the most part, except for the hair that is jet black now and his frequency to visit his usual go-to gay-friendly club dropped to near zero, but Juan is no longer the same person.

He's going to the gym rather frequently to work on his glutes and maintain his taut physique + getting his fuel of recent gossip with the chicas, the group of girls he usually hang out with, but he's getting a bit too touchy to them. He's been touchy all his life, the hugs, the kisses and all the hand gesture, but the touch in the past were less suggestive. Nowadays, which justifiably creeped the chicas out, not only did he blatantly touch them in a more sexual manner, it seemed like he's turned on by it. The way he grabbed Maria's boob from behind while literally standing only few inches away from her, she could feel something hard and meaty grazed the back of her legs. Or when he slapped Penelope's ass and then squeezed it with his barehand which caused her to yelp in surprise, Juan forced to fight Andreas, Penelope's boyfriend, which Juan showing Andreas some tricks up on his sleeve. All the chaos caused the chicas distanced themselves from the increasing erratic Juan, not knowing that Juan is also a victim in this case as Alan paraded Juan around and molded the Hispanic-American 24 years old into the type of man in accordance to Alan's old guards view.

Juan's clothing started to get more minimalistic, his shoes less electric in color and his sole focus is to build his body even bigger, which caused him to befriend some of the guys. They welcomed him regardless of their past experience with the flirty Juan and honestly noticed the changes in his personality. He's less chatty, very focused in his workouts and eager to learn from the bigger guys. Before long, Juan becomes the fixture of the weight floor, hanging out for long hours in the gym either by himself or with his brothers in his sweaty wifebeater, ready to showcase his growing form or crack some crude jokes and mess around with some chicks if he wanted to.

The latest selfie that he took also make him realize, he needs to get rid of this floral gay shit phone case too.

Jack made sure to wear the same jockstrap each game, the one Coach gave him before changing. It was special, never washed, the white fading tainted with the sweat from all its previous athletes. Jack knew with it wrapped around his ass, he'd have the strength and smell of all the other men who'd worn it. All the men who'd been fucked by Coach before in it.

All it took was a victory to be brought home by Coach immediately following the game. Jack would barely have time to throw on his usual outfit before being ordered into his car, having to skip his shower. The other athletes would throw an afterparty to celebrate while Jack and Coach had their own. The moment they were in the bedroom Jack's pants would be pulled down and he'd be thrown in bed, allowing Coach direct access to the spent, swollen muscles surrounding Jack's hole. Jack would be in heaven for the rest of the night with his spot pounded til morning.

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes. If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

CORPUS, Inc - Pride

CORPUS, Inc. was basically the most important (and only) company in its niche. Every program involving possession, body swapping, renting skinsuits, or anything else you could imagine, was guided by them. From small businesses to government initiatives, everything was infused with their technology, contracts, workers, and more.

And why? Well, because CORPUS, Inc. basically never let a single opportunity pass them by, ever. Any gap in the market was detected by them – growth opportunities, everything. Did the elderly hate going to nursing homes where they were abandoned? Give them new bodies. Was crime on the rise and prisons overcrowded? Select the best bodies and put them back to serve society. Was the medical system rusting? New bodies!

So when June arrived, coinciding with the start of the World Cup festivities, the answer was simple: allow tourists to inhabit the bodies of locals in Mexico and other FIFA host cities, enabling them to attend matches without spending a fortune on lodging, flights, and more (or at least, if they were going to spend a lot of money, it was best to do so with them).

But June's significance wasn't solely due to the World Cup; it was a peak month for LGBT+ Pride celebrations, marches, parades – a massive economic boost that CORPUS, Inc. couldn't afford to miss out on. So… what could they do amidst the celebrations of all those football fans, especially after having already raffled off some of their bodies to other foreign fans? Simple.

Give them those same bodies.

Who wouldn't want to be in the body of a muscular fan wearing a tight-fitting tricolor jersey that left nothing to the imagination? The body-swap company should thank the fashion industry for providing the perfect trap for anyone interested in enjoying Pride Month in Mexico.

Oliver (24, UK)

I used to be somewhat… thin, not really a social person, always encapsulated in my own little bubble. Celebrations and that kind of thing weren't my thing, but something in the advertising for CORPUS, Inc. tempted me to sign up for one of their packages. I hoped that the atmosphere of the parade, the clubs, and the whole party vibe of the city would make me "come out of my shell". Although I wasn't expecting a body… like this.

Literally, my head is the size of just one of my new legs! My arms, my hands, everything is gigantic! I feel like my clothes don't fit, this shirt is XL! And even then, I feel like it's constantly riding up.

Anyone would be happy with their new appearance, but not me! I feel gigantic and clumsy! I drop everything as soon as I take a step, and I think I feel even more self-conscious than before, which is ridiculous! I must be almost 6'6" and even then, I get stuck just walking to the corner store for a single bottle of water.

I thought this would be a great idea, but I just want to go home… The problem is, I booked a whole month in this body, and I don't want to anymore…

Lars (40, Sweden)

Mexico always seemed like an interesting destination to me. It was affordable, warm (unlike here, where you can make a popsicle after a few minutes outside in the freezing cold), and I'd been wanting to visit for a long time. I wanted to take a break from work, escape the monotony. I'm a firefighter in my original body. I might sound a bit arrogant, but my physique is definitely big, strong, and tall. I was hoping to end up in a body more… similar to mine.

But I ended up in this guy's body, he must be half my age, I lost almost 20cm, and everything feels… bigger, which I didn't like at first. I felt like my arms were too skinny, my waist too thin like a Barbie doll's, there's no hair except on my legs! Even "down there" is shaved and smooth as velvet.

But I have to admit I'm starting to like it. After almost insulting my travel agent at CORPUS, Inc., I thought: Hey, these legs aren't so bad. I love how fleshy they feel! The sound is a fucking cacophony to me, my hand against my thighs, against themselves, or shit, even my newfound masculinity against the area!

Besides, a garment this tight and small would have looked ridiculous on my old body, but here, it's a fucking marvel. Just look at that ass! It seems to fill the whole garment without any problem.

Diego (19, Argentina)

In my real body I am… Um… Well, I'm a trans guy. I haven't had the opportunity or the financial means to start my transition treatment properly, so I just cut my hair, wrap my chest, and try to dress as masculine as possible, although that doesn't stop some people from still calling me "she". I thought coming to Pride here in Mexico City would be fantastic, with a great body, confidence…

And dude, I wasn’t wrong, damn it! You see these muscles? THEY'RE MINE! And this voice? Nobody's going to call me "miss" even by mistake! I feel like the floor vibrates almost every time I take a simple step, and the beard! It itches like hell, but I'm truly loving every single second of it. I have the body I always dreamed of! No more wasting time wrapping a bandage around my torso, or trying to act more masculine. I am fucking masculinity personified!

I love sitting on public transport and spreading my legs, feeling my tool drop next to my fat balls, mfhhh! Am I a pervert? Maybe. But this is a fucking dream come true!

The only downside I'd mention is maybe the smell; these feet reek of cheese and vinegar like you wouldn't believe, haha! But I'm even starting to like it. I feel fabulous, incredible like never before. I have more confidence, more power, I've had more encounters than you can imagine… Lucky I booked a three-month stay.

I wasn't that interested in the World Cup in my old body, but this body has a tendency to enjoy football, and well, I think I could enjoy it too. It's not like there aren't plenty of guys hungry for a strong man like me who also enjoy watching football, heh.

Felix (32, Germany)

I've always felt out of place, and no, I'm not talking about my sexual orientation. Fortunately, I've always had the space to be myself without being judged. Men like me, I've had tons of dates, and I'm successful with them, but… I'm not comfortable with my body. Why?

I've always felt it's too… big.

My build has always been stocky, strong, very, very masculine. This always causes confusion when it comes to… getting intimate with someone. They always assume I'm a "top" when I'm not, and all I get is ridicule and difficulty in getting people to see me as I am. Nobody can believe I'm… sensitive, or that I'm feminine. They always expect me to be extremely masculine, brutish, to exude power wherever I go.

I was worried about the body they'd put me in, in Mexico. I'd always associated it with sweaty, strong guys with dark skin and the smell of tequila, but what I found myself in when I opened my eyes was… surreal.

Fair skin, black hair, glasses, no more than 1.80 meters tall, light as a feather, I had a good build but I wasn't a behemoth, it was like my dream body!

I ended up in the body of a total skinny geek with great muscles. I'm so flexible now! The guy did gymnastics, and it really feels like my body has an elegance that mine could never achieve. I can do the splits, lift my leg 180 degrees, spin on my own axis, I can even do a somersault! God, the more I'm here, the more I love this.

Jin (22, South Korea)

This is… disgusting.

I thought coming to Mexico would be fun – the party atmosphere, noisemakers, fireworks, Jarritos soda, even Dr. Simi was there! Believe it or not, Mexico is quite popular in South Korea, and I wanted to experience it without having to spend a fortune on travel and accommodation. I'd always been slim, like an… Idol, so to speak. I loved skincare, cleanliness, fashion, and all that stuff. I thought the Mexican body they were going to put me in wouldn't be too bad.

I was wrong. The guy stinks! Seriously, no matter how many times I shower, the smell of sweat keeps emanating from his armpits like a damn endless river! And his closet? It was even worse, full of sports jerseys, shorts, and smelly, muddy shoes. The guy was literally a soccer fanatic who went way into debt betting on the World Cup and now he'd rented out his body to earn the money to pay it off.

Where are the decent clothes? The creams? I don't have any! The area where she lives isn't exactly the most... well... well-kept. I'm not getting any better this week. I thought this would be more fun, but I have no idea where to go. All I've managed is getting his friends to invite me to watch games. I have to sit, spread my legs like a caveman, pretend I'm interested in sweaty men running after a ball, and go crazy when there's a goal. I haven't even been able to try a single Jarritos soda from here! Ugh!

Elena (26, Greece)

I was about to sue CORPUS, Inc. the moment I opened my eyes to a clearly male, gigantic body. 

Latin America had always intrigued me, and I thought it would be a good option for sightseeing during Pride Month. I've always been very proud of my identity, but… I wasn't very good at picking up women. My physique wasn't particularly impressive either, plus I'm very shy. I had chosen a female body from their catalog: nice features, tall, with slightly tanned skin and brown hair. I thought that would make me stand out and that I could finally talk to a gurl without stumbling over my words.

But CORPUS, Inc. had other plans for me. A guy with broad shoulders, gigantic pecs, even bigger thighs, a tool of about 18 cm, sculpted buttocks, and a deep voice. I really wanted to go crazy, but if I was a man now, it meant I could use that to pick up as many straight girls as I wanted! Tell me, who could resist this? With these delicious biceps, I love how sensitive my areolas are now; just a touch of my shirt against my pecs and they're hard as rocks, haha!

I'm loving the festive atmosphere of the World Cup. I've always been a bit of a "tough girl", so I feel like a fish in water, and this body also has a tremendous tolerance for drinks! I can have like 15 in a row and stay perfectly fine.

I'm even curious to experiment a little with other men… I mean, this damn gorgeous body can't be just for women, right? I think it's partly due to its former owner. When I woke up, I saw some pictures of him with other men, gay dating apps, an X account that… I wasn't very willing to open, but as the days go by, why not? You only live once.

Bastian (28, Belgium)

I always felt insecure about my body, too chubby, t-shirts looked awful on me, everything was always visible, and I felt like a badly packaged ham! I thought the bullying would stop when I finished university, but it only evolved into my coworkers secretly making fun of my weight and how bad I always looked to my boss.

I just wanted something different. I didn't care about the country or the era; I just needed to be someone other than myself. And well, here we are. And… I like it. I mean, look at this face, isn't it cute? It feels so soft, and the hair too! Golden like the sun, I've become so damn addicted to taking pictures of myself nonstop. If there's a mirror, a reflection, or even the front camera of my phone, it'll end up with me taking a selfie.

Maybe I don't have huge biceps, or big legs, or even prominent pecs, but you know what I don't have? My gigantic belly. And that's all that matters to me.

Priya (25, India)

I had read so many bad reviews of CORPUS, Inc., complaints about people ending up in the wrong bodies, some transfers back that could never be completed, and the list goes on and on. But even so, I hired them, and in fact… I expected them to fail.

Call it a social experiment, just for pleasure, or whatever you want, but I'm loving being a man! The power, the security, all the advantages and privileges they have! Not only can I go to the bathroom in a flash and avoid long lines, but it was also so much easier to get ready. I just had to put on a t-shirt and jeans, and I was ready to go. I didn't have to put up with harassment or worry about walking around at night. Really, with these muscles…

The only problem I find is my hunger. The guy I swapped bodies with loves going to the gym, hence his massive pecs and the fact that his apartment smells so bad (but I'm not complaining). He was bulking, which basically made his cravings through the roof. I've eaten like 30 burgers in just one week! It's like a bottomless pit; I can eat and eat and eat and still never feel satisfied.

But I have to admit, I love it. I've never enjoyed food so much! I can eat pizza, sushi, tacos, ice cream, chocolate, burgers, and fries all in one sitting. It makes me burp all the time, but it's starting to feel so much fun. The power it makes me feel... And it seems like other guys like it too. 

I don't know why some people are so obsessed with humiliating themselves, surrendering to others, and letting them do whatever they want. But if they want it, who am I to say no?

Leo (CEO, CORPUS, Inc.)

What's the biggest advantage of being able to run a body-swap company around the world? That I don't have to pay anything to use its services, much less worry about which bodies "are or aren't" suitable for this.

If I want, I can select the damn president's body and become him to smell his feet for a while in the Oval Office.

But, it would be a waste of time. So… World Cup season was undoubtedly the best of all: Chaos in the streets, celebrations, the excitement, sweaty, shirtless, sculpted bodies so lost in their own euphoria (and a few too many drinks) that they couldn't care less about the “little” things going on around them.

So many guys kissing each other in the street, groping each other, euphoric for more – anyone would think they're just drunk fans – but wouldn’t you “waste” your time kissing every guy you see in a body that isn't yours? With a great physique, no worries about work, no ties to romantic relationships, no physical limitations, just the carnal and lustful drive for more.

Perhaps that's what drove me to found CORPUS, Inc., and I must admit I don't regret it for a single second. Do we have flaws? Like any company, of course. Am I going to fix them? Of course not!

All that chaos of botched body swaps, possessions that last longer than expected, skinsuits that close without letting the user out – it's all on purpose! Who wouldn't love to be in a stinky body, with big muscles and a huge ass? To see some worried, devoted family man suddenly become a guy eager for another man to put him on all fours and make him gasp all night?

It's even somewhat perverted and sadistic, but… What does it matter? I can have as many attractive bodies as I want, as if I were going to put on clothes to go out, and the world can enjoy that too.

Want to be a muscular, goofy Himbo? Done. Prefer an athlete with stinky feet and armpits? Go for it. Want to become that neighbor you've secretly fancied for so, so many years? Take it!

There's a reason we have coverage in almost 190 countries. Any body, no matter who it is or where it's from, we can use it and bring it in for whatever you want. Even at these massive events. It would be a fucking missed opportunity to just let them go, with so many bodies that are perfect for anything!

Honestly, there are no limits to what can or can't be done at this company.

— Sir, your photoshoot is waiting. Are you ready?

Oops, my photographer arrived. Well, I guess I should leave you for a bit. I just swapped bodies with an athlete, and I'm really enjoying inhabiting his body. I thought soccer players were just dumb, brainless guys, which is partly true, but damn, they have great muscles! These legs could split a tree in two with a single kick, and his sweaty feet… I'm loving it.

I couldn't pass up the opportunity to borrow him, take some pictures, and have some fun. It's not like his original owner is going to find out or know. I'll return his body soon so he can continue playing in the World Cup and scoring goals, but until then… His body is all mine.

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