Alex

Remember that shit you said? Well, not so easy to say that now you're no longer the sweaty, ripped Adonis anymore, don't you? Yeah, how's that love search so far since Christmas? Few replies, zero actions in bed? This must have been the longest time you have no sex whatsoever, and how's that feel, weak cunt? How is it to feel so unwanted, no matter how much love you have in you, no one reciprocates it?

Thanks for the opportunity tho. Being nice really is overrated, especially when you started to get just a bit hot, a bit above average-looking. Why bother playing it sweet and gentle while being a toxic hot douchebag really generated all the buzz? It feels like second nature now to wrap myself in your persona, a hot douchebag with no empathy to other's feeling, and really mess with all of the girls and fags that instantly beg to to wipe off my body clean with their tongue or just simply get my attention even for a short amount of time. Guess what I said in the past really ring true, I deserve all these love and admiration because fuck, I really love myself, and I know from your 3 incher pecker, you love to get a whiff too, so, please, be my guest, be my fucking muskpig

Guess he's the handsome muscular dude now, bro. I mean, wouldn't say that the word "handsome" and "muscular" fit your balding, flabby fat body after all. Him on the other hand, not only he's handsome and muscular, I can tell he's virile as fuck because how on Earth he changed shower partner thrice in the past 30 mins? He said that he wanted to send his old lonely father an update selfie, things can get lonely in nursing home after all and I fully understand him because, let's just say I was in the nursing home too before my charming grandson paid me a visit that I certain he regretted for the rest of his life. Don't mess around with your old guys, folks, they have shit up on their sleeve if you are acting like a prick. Please send my regards to my old man too, okay? Show him this pic and tell him I said hi

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I can't help but to move this hand down to this silly cartoon shorts and give this hardening cock a good tug as I watch the nerd parading around my body like he's some kind of goofy douchebag muscle jock. He's literally tarnishing my image by posting silly thirst-trap on Tiktok! For fuck's sake, I'm an athlete on scholarship, that's not the way I roll. But these comments are all fucking positive (or lustful) and boy I am lying to myself if I say that the nerd failed to really be doing some shits to my body that makes it so irresistible. Or maybe this nerd body is just fucking gay......oh God he's posting another shit already, oh goddammit now it's with my girl too.....and fucckk is he posting again, in my room now?? Ungghhhhh fffuuuckkkk just the thought of him using my cock ungghhhhaahhhh.......dammit this nerd

As I stared at the trophy with my veins still pumped after the session, feeling proud on how amazing my growth curve has been, it pushed me to reflect. I know this is not the end of the year yet, but fuck it, let me do a recap

So January 1st was the start of everything for me. I was 34 the previous year, lonely, undesirable sad piece of shit and just have nothing really going on in my life except some mundane social activity here and there like Bible Study session I attended or those days of failed dates or dinner in Chinatown with no one to talk to. But the moment I opened my eyes after that uneventful sleep I have during New Year's Eve, I just knew something was up because I found myself inside a completely different room. It was messy, all sorts of short shorts, socks, football jersey, baller shorts, gridiron, it was the kind of scene you found when you entered a jock's bedroom. That's when it hit me. The sports memorabilia, the posters, the pictures right next to my bed, I quickly grabbed that sleek new iPhone on my bedside that my meager salary simply couldn't afford and opened it with my thick thumb. I instantly stared a complete stranger welcomed me on the phone screen wearing a football jersey I have no idea belonged to which team, but I could tell that my face formed a grin on its own as I realized if what I thought was true, it would be the hottest shit ever

A quick dash to the en-suite bathroom I somehow knew the location was verified my wildest imagination. Somehow, some way, I started this year as a studly football jock living in his home with his parents because he went to a state uni. The reflection that stared back at me has full head of healthy brunette hair instead of my receding hairline, his face the typical all-American sporting jock with the jawline and all, while his body completely wiped out my previous form with the thick biceps and triceps accompanied by the crazy wiry pit hair and the ripped torso that could compete with the Greco-Roman bust in the museums. I was so stunned by the sight, I did not even realize that I spent 5 minutes just staring at the reflection before I grabbed the thick throbbing meat tucked inside the underwear. The person that walked out from the jock's bedroom that day might look like him from everyone's perspective, but it was me in control of his body ever since that eventful first day of the year

The lonely nights, the thankless, invisible back-end job, the uneventful nightlife, all were replaced as I was thrown to a completely different life so far removed from my past life, I did so many new things in just a matter of a month. The stud's name is Mitch Webber and as Mitch fucking Webber, I got all the perks of being the senior member of the football team. The best parties, the best pussies, the best support, I practically lived in a dream that I somehow have full control in it.

By February, I already dumped 3 girls and I was about to end up dumping the fourth before she gave the most insane blowjob as a Valentine's Day gift. I decided to keep her around a bit longer than what the asshole Mitch usually pulled off, and I practically creamed her throat every day till the end of the month

March and April went like a breeze, Mitch here practically finished his last playing season right before my possession of his body so no more mandatory training session with the team and I have time to also push it to the finish line in terms of his study. But, I wanted to keep myself fit and in a more dynamoc routine so I sometimes joined the boys and shared some of my "wisdom" to them. I was always hard during those sessions, just the idea of me telling these jocks about football tactics and all were somehow super arousing, and some keen juniors definitely noticed the bulge and eagerly offered me the help to relieve it for additional extra time with the senior they looked up to. I really have no idea some of these boys swung the other way around but hey, I was rock hard and they were throwing themselves, so I guess no harm from pounding their plump sweaty ass if they offered it, right?

By May, I graduated uni and here came the endless vacation, which was really the highlight of my year.

Music festivals, lake trips, beach trips, it was the summer of my life. I believe it was also the period where I fully embraced my newfound identity to its core, surprising myself by how crass this son of a bitch is when I legit stared this random chick in one of the boat parties I attended right at her eyes as I spread my fingers as if to indicate what I wanted to do to her, all supported by my equally sex-charged asshole of a friend with her subtle finger that pointed downwards, commanding her to beg us for some action

That really surprised me to the core after I was done with her (of course she fold, I look fucking hot okay, it's impossible to resist me!) because I would never have the audacity to act that way, but Mitch here really has been messing with my conscience as I let him, or at least what was left of his psyche, gradually influenced my decision-making. I needed a hard reset so I ended that trip short and quickly tried to steer myself clear from such lifestyle.

I picked up bodybuilding in early August and I just focused on achieving my personal goals without necessarily thinking to compete. Mitch, like me, also came from quite a religious background despite him straying away as he grew older, but I feel like it's on brand for someone like him to talk about God and stuff, so I started to get back to all those religious podcast I used to tune in and the words somehow reverberated stronger as I felt like my body really has been molded to its finest shape and by doing so, I practically built my temple well.

Me ended up in this body must also be God's will as He probably intended me to take care of this body. God trusted me as the better Mitch, and I better live to that expectation and not let his corrupted, lustful mind destroyed this body with all his lust-driven activity. Yeah I was fucking around with chicks and even let some dudes to suck me off because of Mitch's sexually-charged psyche, getting myself drunk and all that, but that was in the past, I no longer associated myself with all that. I physically grew bigger and somehow more convinced in my belief that this has been God's plan that led me to this outcome.

And just today, with Thanksgiving approaching, as if God spoken to me and validating my trust, He let me be victorious in my battle as I won second place on my first-ever bodybuilding competition. God is good baby, and fuck what people talk about me or my view, I will always be proud of my identity as a young, strong and devoted Christian man and only to God be the glory

I couldn’t believe it when my boss, Mr. Johnson, asked me to swap bodies with him for the upcoming conference. He had a big presentation to give, but he had lost his voice and couldn’t speak. He thought it would be a great opportunity for me to step in and take over.

At first, I was hesitant. I had never experienced anything like this before, and the idea of being in charge was both exciting and intimidating. As soon as we completed the swap, I could feel a sense of power and confidence surging through my body.

I had always been a hard worker, but now that I was in Mr. Johnson’s body, I felt like I could do anything.  The conference itself was a blur. I was nervous at first, but as soon as I took the stage, I felt a rush of adrenaline. I spoke confidently, answering questions with ease and impressing the audience. I felt like I was born to be a leader. 

Even after we returned home I stayed in his body while we waited for the spell to wear off. I was becoming more like him each day. I strutted around the office, barking orders at my coworkers and making sure everyone was doing their job correctly. I even caught myself laughing at their jokes less, because I was so focused on being the boss.

But as the days went on, I started to notice changes in myself. I was becoming more selfish, more controlling, and more detached from the people around me. I started to boss my coworkers around more, making unreasonable demands and expecting them to work harder and longer hours.

At first, they didn’t say anything. But as time went on, they started to resent me. They complained about me behind my back, and some even went to HR to complain about my behavior.

I was never one to go out and exercise. Especially not when I was on vacation at a nice resort.

But when I met Jack that one morning on the way to the lounge, I changed my mind. That bright smile of his was so hard to shake off. And I’d only just bumped into him by accident by the door.

“I just got off of the bike trail this morning.” He said. “The next part of the resort excursion was the berry picking. Do you know where it is?”

Luckily, I did. If only because the resort’s farm was next to the pool.

“I can take you there.” I said. “I was meaning to take a look anyway.”

A lie.

“What’s your name by the way?”

“Ryan.” He smiled that deadly sweet smile again.

“If you’re not busy, we could hang out a bit. It’s pretty lonely being on a hotel vacation by myself.”

I didn’t give a rats ass about berries or his little stories about his hikes and treks. I was completely mezmerised by his face and his body.

It all broke loose when I convinced him to go to the pool with me after.

I only really wanted to see this man’s chest but…

What a man of pure beauty he was.

I was always satisfied with just looking, but I couldn’t hold back anymore.

I needed him.

I need to be him.

His face. His smile. His all unadulterated body of pure goodness.

I’ll have it.

“I need to go grab something from my room.” Not a lie. Technically.

“You go shower up first before we dip into tbe pool.”

He was none the wiser.

See, a friend of mine had supplied me a prototype of something from a company called the VK Group. I was told they did something related to nodes but were playing around with changing methods.

How my friend got his hands on these, I can’t say,

But I was more than willing to try anything, as absurd as it sounded.

After all, who would believe in body swapping candy?

See, I didn’t just come to this hotel to take a vacation. I wanted to see if I can trade my quiet life with someone.

And Jack was that someone.

I had rushed back down to the pool, hoping he hadn’t finished showering yet.

To my absolute relief, he was still in the bathroom showering. Admiring his body. Most likely for the last time as himself.

I took off my clothes, pop the candy in my mouth, and began walking towards the one active shower stall.

“Ryan?” He asked out loud. I peeled back the shower curtain, stunning him.

“Hey, what-“ I didn’t give him a chance to react further and pushed myself into the stall with him.

I quickly grabbed his head with one arm and mashed my mouth onto his.

He grunted in surprised as my tongue and the candy swirled with his.

He closed his eyes and tried to pull away, but in an instant, I felt his control wain.

His eyes seemed to gloss over as his body gave in, my kiss and tongue absolutely enrapturing him.

Suddenly, his right hand reached to my head as if pulling me closer. I moved in, as did he. Our cold, rigid bodies rubbing against each other in the wet shower. I realized quickly he was mirroring my every move as my kiss continued.

Our tongues felt even more connected with the candy still holding us.

My rock hard cock collided with his and we both moaned asour free hands grabbed one anothers eager dicks.

We closed our eyes, vision blurring slightly as we rubbed faster and faster. Breaths hitched, groans growing louder.

It was a good thing the pool showers were empty.

It felt like our rubbing lasted for a while. It was like our minds and hearts were in complete sync.

Then I saw it.

Into his mind.

Moments of his life flashing. The moment we met,

The fact that he thought I was cute. The fear he felt as this frothing between bodies began.

I felt his eyes shut as mine did and our strokes intensified.

Then it happened.

The candy completely melted in our mouths as out Minds were in complete sync.

We came. I felt it twice as hard as normal.

As if I came first, and then came again with another cock.

When I opened my eyes, i felt our mouths finslly release. And there he was.

In front of me was my former body, panting heavily. Cum splashing my former chest

“What-“ Jack… Ryan started rubbing his face and his arms. He looked at me, seeing me grin ad I watched hid panic. His hands reach his cum stained chest as his face turned to despair. “What did you do to me?!”

“I see why you thought I was cute.” I scoop s bit of my old cum from my new chest and give it a taste. “The bewildered look fits you.”

“Give me back my body!”

i respond by slamming him against the wall and mashing our lips together once more. “Is that really what you want?”

“I-“ his hard cock poking my new body once more answered my question,

“Didn’t think so.”

The screams in that bathroom as I rammed my new 8 inch cock into my former ass were nothing short of operatic. i have never in my life squealed that high as I had my ass plowed.

Clearly Jack had never experienced this.

By the end of it, he was collapsed by the cabana after we exited the showers.

I couldnt stop stretching and flexing my new body. To see how much it dominated on the first instance I had control just means this was always meant to be

With this delicious new life and Ryan right beside me, there’s nothing I can’t do.

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Ride ‘em Cowboy

Damn, how these White boys wear tight shit like this? These fuckin jeans got these dick and balls all squeezed and shit! Hmm, well, better this than back to prison – Just gotta hide out as this White redneck looking mofo for a few days and I can move on.

“Howdy y’all, my name is Chance, Chance Lemieux” God that sounds so fuckin goofy and shit. I can’t believe he sounds that backwoods all the time.

Well, at least I’m tall, got a pretty buff bod looks like, and about the same age I’m guessing, so could be worse. Hell, homeboy a total redneck, looks like he got himself a ranch set up here. I can see some horses in the back and shit.

Goddamn, OK, I can’t stand these tight jeans much longer, or these broke ass boots or this goofy hat. Fuckin White cowboy lookin mother fucker. All right, down to his boxer briefs, damn, much better. Ugh, fuck me, he got a small cock tho. Whatchu doin with this tiny pecker White boy? Guess I’ll miss my big black anaconda for the next few days, oh well.

*Beep beep*

Oh, what’s this shit now? Scruff? Oh shit! This boy is gay? Whoa shit! I hop the first dude I see getting away from prison and it happens to be some homo ass redneck dude? Well shit.

Huh, well, Tony do be lookin kina fine tho… mighty fine… Oh fuck, why am I rubbin this redneck’s cock and shit? Stop dude! Oh shit, I’m playin with his nips on these big beefy pecs now? Fuck, it feels good… But that shit is gay! But I want Tony to fuck this phat White muscle booty! Hell yea! Imma invite dude over and get some real shit started! Been way too fuckin long since I had anyone to get off with – I ain’t getting with no dudes in prison, fuck that shit…

It had only been three months since we entered the Witness Protection Program, and I was still getting used to the fact that everything about us had been rewritten.

The agents hadn’t just given us new names and a new town. They’d given us new bodies. Completely. I was a soft, slightly overweight 42-year-old accountant who’d seen something I shouldn’t have in the company boardroom. Now i'm in a changing room that smelled of Deep Heat and damp kit, staring down at a torso that looked like it belonged on a poster.

I’m the one on the left in the photo. Dark hair, thick chest, amazing abs, arms that already looked like they spent every evening in the gym. The black rugby shorts clung to large calves. I’m twenty again and my new name is Jake, and I’m the second-row forward for the local club’s first team.

My wife used to be a quiet woman in her early forties. Now she’s the lad in the middle, leaner than me but still ripped, dark hair falling over sharp features, the same easy smile the rest of us somehow now have, it must come with the bodies. They turned her into an 21 year old fly-half called Ryan. She or rather he, keeps catching himself staring at girls in the clubhouse and then looking faintly startled, like the attraction still surprises him. Adjusting to the surging male hormones and near constant horniness means he has slept with half a dozen girls already.

And our son, who was a skinny 18 year old who’d rather play boardgames than sport, is now the blond one on the right. Same broad shoulders as me and my wife, thick arms, that same solid rugby build. He’s still eighteen, but now is a powerful prop called Tom. The program decided the three of us would be “bro” living together in a shared house near the training ground. No parents. Just three young lads who play for the same side and share a place. We all work for a local construction firm, the though of manual work use to be something I saw as beneath me, but I love working hard outside and using my hands all day. Then heading out for a drink with my bros at the end of the day.

The agents told us the cover story is simple: we moved up from down south for the rugby, trials went well, and the club sorted us a house. Everything else, the old lives, the old bodies, the reason we needed protecting, is gone, theres no going back.

I still remember the first time I stood under the shower after training and actually looked. The size of everything. The weight of the muscle. The way my hands looked bigger just resting on my own abs. And lower down… yeah, everything is bigger than it used to be. Let just say the program didn’t do anything by halves. I spent a long time just staring, half-hard without even meaning to be, getting used to the fact that this was me now.

Ryan (who used to be my wife) walked in while I was still looking. He didn’t even blink. Just grinned, clapped me on the shoulder with a hand that felt strong and unfamiliar, and said, “You too, huh?” whipping out his own cock, Like it was the most normal thing in the world that the woman I’d been married to for twenty years was now a ripped twenty year old lad checking out his own new package in the next mirror.

Tom came in a minute later, still damp from the pitch, and the three of us just stood there for a bit. Three shirtless, muscular bros who used to be a husband, a wife and a son, getting used to our new bodies.

Training is every other night. Matches on Saturdays. Our bodies seem to know what to do even when my head is still catching up. Tackles feel natural. The scrum feels like something I’ve done for years. After sessions we end up back in that same changing room, laughing, shoving each other, the easy physicality of three young players who live together and share everything.

Sometimes at night, when the house is quiet, I catch Ryan looking at me the way my wife used to, only now it’s through a different set of eyes, in a different body, with a different kind of hunger. Tom pretends not to notice, but I’ve seen the way he watches both of us when he thinks we aren’t looking.

The program said the attraction shifts were normal. Part of the package. They weren’t wrong.

I flex in the mirror some mornings and still can’t believe the size of the arms, the thickness of the chest, the way the shorts strain just from standing there. Then I hear the other two moving around downstairs, already talking about the next session, and I remember we’re supposed to be bros now.

I slipped my hands through the sleeves and put the shirt on. It was a little big for my body. I closed my eyes and thought about the image of my hunky neighbor David in my head. His scruffy red beard. That awesome slicked back hair. And his glorious ripped body. It was making me so hard. All of a sudden I could feel my body changing and expanding. I opened my eyes just in time to see my chubby face restructure into his.

“Fuck… I look hot.” I said in my new deep voice. I walked over to the mirror and took out my phone to snap a picture. I reached my hand into my underwear which still fit comfortably around David’s package. I groped my new stolen cock and smirked in the mirror. “This is so cool.” I boasted. I began to pump my meat, getting all hot and sweaty as I stood staring intently at my reflection. I grunted in his sexy voice until I exploded all over my bathroom mirror. I licked up David’s juices and cleaned myself up. Time to see what kind of fun I can have tonight borrowing David’s body.

I returned to my hotel room. After taking a few laps in the pool. I found a garment bag hanging on the hook on the my bathroom door. With a note. Put This On.

I walked around the room and all my stuff was gone. There was a military shaving kit on the counter in the bathroom. And a uniform in the garment bag.

Other than a soaking wet speedo and a pair of flip-flops. I had no choice.

As soon as I opened the bag a very manly smell came from it. To me it was quite pleasant.

I pulled everything out and laid it out on the bed.

Everything was needed right there in front of me.

I slept on the underwear. There were military issue. A pair of black silk dress socks. The uniform pants I slipped on and seemed like my body transformed. I fit into them perfectly. As I put on the shirt my chest grew in size. I felt it beautifully and it fit me perfect. I could feel a surge go through me as I was becoming the person who wore this uniform.

A tinkling sensation came over me. As my body transformed into the owner of these uniform But so did my face and hair.

A handsome man's face appeared in place of mine. With a clean military cut hairstyle.

I don't know what caused me to do it but I walked into the bathroom. I checked to see if I needed to shave. There was a pair of military dog tags on the counter. I didn't even read the name that was on them.. I just put them around my neck automatically.

Cleaning myself I was brushing my teeth and combing my hair into perfect military fashion.

I returned into the room and finished getting dressed. White right down to white dress gloves.

I've seemed to have turned myself into a young military officer in full dress uniform. I was quite handsome. And in uniform I conducted myself properly. I seem to be a member of a wedding party that will be taking place shortly.

It makes me wonder why?

Why was all my stuff taken from my room. What kind of spell was cast on this uniform that transformed me into its owner

Why are his memories taking over mine.

I was finally dressed and getting ready to leave when I sat down one more time.

There was an envelope, On the outside. It said thank you.

If you found this you are now wearing my uniform. It has transformed you into a proper officer. You are now me.

I debated about opening the envelope. And seeing what else it's said inside.

I stood up. And place the envelope on the dresser. I couldn't get over the transformation of how I have become.

I look perfect. Everything was on point. From the polish on my shoes. To the perfect hairstyle. A very charming smile came across my face.

The back my mind why did he pick me. Was he not doing the wedding himself. The message inside the envelope does it have the answer.

Is he me now? Since I am now him.

I don't know how to answer these questions or is it all in the envelope.

I'm in medical science here in the United States developing treatments for patience. I'm at a very fascinating doctor who came originally from Canada

We had a few weeks breaking he was headed home. He asked me if I wanted to join him.

I was really interested in learning about Canada and their medical care.

As he was showing me around, he was explaining that at times, I would be left alone and doing whatever I wanted.

He gave me a tour of the hospital that his father works at, and their labs. I was actually able to participate in some help in doing some research, which is quite fascinating.

But my biggest fascination was this young man I saw outside one day. I've always heard about them, but i've never seen one in person. He was a Royal Canadian Mounty.

I don't know if it was his face or the uniform that turned me on the most. It was funny when he found out I was from the States. He offered to show me around town when he was off duty since my friend was busy at tims helping his father.

Conner Kingston. That was his name, and he's around the same age as I was. I could try the fit of his uniform he had a really nice body. I can enjoy listening to him talk and tell me about what he does. And all about the canadian mounted police.

I don't know what it was, but I was so fascinated by it that I wish I'd lived up there and did that instead. That's when it hit me. I could have the best of both worlds.

I can visit his father and have full access to the lab. I know a formula that could definitely help me out.

There was 1 day. He tells me he had a big gap between the shifts. And I thought that would be the perfect opportunity.

I was perfect. I was planning on going over to the hospital right after.

He was waiting outside the place I was staying for me to come out . We were going to go take a walk. I thought this would be the perfect place. We have a couple hours together.

Just looking at him, could you blame me. I wanting to be somebody more adventurous than myself.

We actually took a hike in some wooded areas. Which I thought was perfect. He was telling me about the trees in the animals and everything around.

It didn't see me reach into my pocket and pull out a syringe. He was walking in front of me. I was kind of getting lost in his voice. But I had to stay focused.

At one point I walked up right behind him and stuck the Is syringe right in the side of his neck and injected him.. I'm glad it took a quick effect. Because he was staring at me like what the hell are you doing to me.

If you only knew i was to switch our bodies our places. I wanted to be him so bad.

He started stumbling around and eventually fell back into my arms as I laid them down on the ground. I pulled off his boots and started stripping them from his uniform.

I couldn't help myself. I couldn't keep my hands off of his naked body. But I knew we didn't have that much time.

He was pretty much blacked out right as he laid there naked on the ground.

I drank my vial myself, and then I started stripping off the clothes I was wearing.

Both of us there in the middle of the woods completely naked. I need to put my essence in his body and put his in mind..

I started sucking on the load that is built up in his ball sack. This cock was rock hard. He released his load as soon as my lips touched it. Trying not to waste a drop.

As his essence went through my body I could feel everything changing. My body was getting more muscular in tone. My voice was turning in his. My face was tingling. I'm sure as my face was changing to his and my hair was going from blonde to brunette.

I caressed every inch of his body. His arms, his legs, his pectorial muscles to his ab's, everything. There was more and more for me to drink as he was getting small in size. I was draining him dry of everything that made him who he was.

At one point, the energy was so strong pumping through me. My own cock and balls were so unbeyond belief. I lifted his legs and I inserted myself in between his butt cheeks. And I started releasing my load inside him. I did everything that I could to get my essence to pump into his body.

I couldn't help myself. I was all over him, releasing my load inside it. At one point. I had nothing left to give him. I put my mouth over his and took a deep inhale. Empting his lungs into mine. Then I take a deep inhale and while my lung passing it him.

My mind was spinning as my body was expanding and contracting. I could feel my muscles growing my bones cracking as I took his form. He also moans as he transforms into me.

I blacked out for a short period.

When I came to, I felt kinda great. But I knew I had become him. His body, his voice, his memory to his thoughts. All of his knowledge to his matterisms, everything is my own.

It was coming around.

I acted as if we were making out and we just got carried away. He didn't seem to mind that be quite enjoyed it.

By our time was running out for both of us. Since he has my mind now, he knew he was fantasizing about me. And trust me. I was still fantasizing about him.

As I was putting on my uniform. He was getting dressed in the clothes I was wearing just a little while earlier.

He's totally unaware that I swapped our bodies. To him I was the canadian friend he made. And to me he was the young American I just met.

We talked about when we should meet up again. And maybe continue our little adventure that we just had.

I know he feels lost and confused because some of his memories. Not knowing how we ended up this way. But I told him he kissed me first. And I couldn't help myself.

He says it must have been great cause. I can barely remember anything about first time.

I finished getting my uniform on. I suggest when we get something to eat since we both have commitments after this.

He smiled at me and said he liked that. Is totally unaware of what really happened.

I gave him a kiss and we started walking back.

I couldn't tell you, but I felt amazing. The energy I felt just being in his body. His lean muscular physique was now my own.

I guess I was able to bluff him enough on our first encounter.

We went our separate ways after eating and I went back on duty. I can't believe i'm a Canadian Mounty.

I've only been him for a few hours but i'm gonna enjoy this life. I hope he's happy with mine.

I'll call him later and see if he wants to meet up. I like to take this a little farther on a personal level.

He seem more than happy to join me for dinner. He asked me to stay in the uniform, which was a big turn-on for him.

Like he had to tell me that. I already knew it when I was him. But now i'm the one in the uniform.

Before he had to return to the states. We spent as much time as we could together that my schedule would permit.

Even though he's heading back to the States, we stay in contact. If you only knew what I did.

Need a change of clothes and transportation.

When this Twink come to me at the bar i didn't believe I'll be ended up like this, i mean you have to take your chances don't you think?

Now he's filling my new ass using my former dick, gosh i wasn't bottom before this and he's doing so good i can't hide all the pleasure I'm having with this Twink body

When he told me he'd love to be me I thought it was a joke but now that someway he swapped our bodies i think he's enjoying even more than me

I pulled out my phone and found my boss's number and texted him Immediately.

"This is not what I thought you meant by new position" I sent, reading back at our text history and at other phone numbers. He responded swiftly and grabbed my attention.

"It is only for two weeks. John was being uncooperative with me, so you will fill in for him for the time being" he texted, with a winky face on the end. I scrolled further through these texts while glancing at the mirror every once in a while. It seemed that my boss and John's texts were more... flavoured … then I expected. It made me feel odd reading these old messages but I could tell this body reacted in contrast to me. It felt odd being 30 in a 60 year old's body, but I had to. Maybe there's something more enjoyable for me to do in this body.

All things considered, Enrique came out well balanced.

That’s no thanks to his father, a single father and businessman turned town mayor, Hank rarely had time to truly raise his son.

Enrique didn’t need his fathers attention anymore, at 26 he was a grown man in his own right but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to eternally carry around his daddy abandonment issues.

He had to be the parent to himself growing up and he learned all the valuable lessons of being an adult the hard way, on his own. His father was an avid weight lifter and Hank used that to his advantage to swoon voters. It’s a quality Enrique despised and for years kept him away from the gym himself. College changed all that and also finally brought him independence from his father. He found his genetics were perfect for the gym once he got started but he vowed to never be as hallow as his dad. But genetics are funny like that, even though some people resent their family, they end up becoming shades of them.

Hank may have been absent as parent in Enrique’s life, but he wasn’t absent as an authoritarian. All his childhood through high school, Enrique wasn’t allowed to date because anything could become a scandal in election season. Much like the gym, Enrique lived fast and hard in college. With new muscle came new looks, men, women, so many couldn’t unsee his conventionally attractive attributes.

One year into college, Enrique found his person…or so he thought.

Luis was Enrique’s world throughout undergrad. The pair were actually quite compatible and being together felt easy…until the world got hard. Graduation came and went but so did the real world. Like a ton of bricks the two had to manage finding jobs. Luis had a slightly easier chance finding work as a nurse aiming to being a practitioner, but a language arts degree isn’t particularly looked highly upon in the west. Enrique’s double major in Art and English loaned itself perfectly to a career as a teacher, but he didn’t want to teach. The unemployment period waned hard on the young couple. And that’s where we meet them now. Luis is determined to end things since Enrique can’t find his “thing” and he needed a partner eagerly pursuing a real career. Enrique knew all of this in the back of his mind but didn’t know what to do, a true indicator of the lessons his father never taught him.

Hank rode Enrique hard from a distance. Having other people relay how he was doing to him so that he could come down on him hard with tough love. But realistically the two men were strangers in each others lives.

The two were at their scheduled bi-weekly lunch. Saving face for the community of course, when almost like word vomit Enrique laid out all his life’s woes to his father in an attempt to build a bridge to the man. Hank rarely faced trials as a parent and his handling of this only showed that.

“I don’t know why you don’t just give Luis what he wants? You’re 26 years old for Christ’s sake. At some point you have to grow up and be a man.” the patriarch sternly stated at the fine dining restaurant.

His son wanted to erupt but a life of conditioning not to lash out in public led him to hold back….until the ride back to Enrique’s place. For appearances, Hank always made sure they took a car service together so they looked perfect to the community. Inside that car, Enrique aptly reacted after the humiliation ritual at the restaurant.

“I don’t know what your problem is but you’re not much of a parent, let alone someone I care about enough to sit there and be spoken to that way. I know there’s things I could do better but I’m doing the best I can. Maybe if you had been there for me as much as you pretend to be for your constituents I’d be living the perfect life you always envisioned for me. Sorry for not being the perfect alpha male son you dreamed of you hunk of meat.” the two men stared eye to eye locked in a sulking war of glares.

A tense air remained as they sat in silence. Right as their ride reached its end, Hank chimed in finally but only barely under his breath.

“I wish you just understood that I’m trying to help.”

“Yeah, well I wish you helped me when I actually needed you.”

The car stopped and Enrique left to return to his home. Both men felt tired and decided to take a nap when they reached their respective beds but they woke to find their wishes didn’t fall on deaf ears.

Luis barged into the bedroom and began pacing. Hank was awakened by the door slamming against the wall as he tried to focus his new younger eyesight and connect the dots of what was happening

“Alright, this is it. I’m done going through the motions, we need to end this Enrique.”

Hank may have seemed like a hunk of meat to his son, but it took brains to know how to work out, become desirable, and levy all that to get votes. He began deducing what was happening around him and then looked down to confirm it all. He was wearing what his son was at their lunch, somehow the two had swapped. Could it be the wish? The man slowly put the pieces together.

“Luis. You’re right.” the new Enrique tried to clear his throat as he tried to get used to the friendlier and softer voice coming out.

“I want to be the man you deserve. Let’s go out tonight, tonight’s the night I end this childish behavior and show up for you like a real man.”

“Woah. Maybe I should’ve been more vocal from the jump. If I knew this was all—“

Before Luis could finish, the new Enrique jumped to his more agile feet and over to his new boyfriend. Approaching him with a swagger he was familiar with in his original body but foreign to in this one.

The lankier man was taken aback by the sudden change in his long time boyfriend. Hank pulled him in for a kiss. He may not be gay in his original body but he hoped he remembered enough moves to swoon Luis all over again for his son.

Luis was swept off his feet and focused his primal energy into pushing his boyfriend back onto the nearby bed. Hank, like most men, was weak when it came to lust. He let Luis take the lead because he felt like any wrong move he did would lead to suspicion. But Hank underestimated Luis, who expertly yanked down his shorts and primed himself to bounce. The next few seconds were a blur for Hank until they became what felt like an eternal dance in bed. The new young hormones led Hank to first take a step back as Luis rode him expertly. Hank locked back in and took charge like the stallion he envisioned his son to be. Moana escaped each others mouths as they alternated positions for the next 47 minutes. Enrique may have been a late gymbro bloomer but that stamina was all inherited from Hank. Luis completed the dance with one more surprise, tightening to veer “Enrique” over the edge and that it did. Consummating their bond, the two laid in bed holding each other still tethered. They laughed and thought about going again, but Hank wanted to capture this moment first.

He was gonna save his son after all.

But meanwhile across town, the real Enrique was also rudely awakened by a loud presence. Hank’s chief of staff barged into the family home looking for “Hank”.

“Sir wake up! The reporter is going to be here any minute! Okay here’s some gear to wear. Remember we’re going for personable. You’re just a regular guy working out like any other resident. You’re staying fit so you can work out the voters issues.”

The tiny man spoke a mile a minute as Enrique tried to piece everything happening together. As he stayed dumbfounded, the chief of staff brutishly yanked the man to get out of bed and into the nearby en suite. Enrique was shocked to find his father in the mirrors reflection.

He quickly shut the door and locked it to keep the chief of staff out. The 26-year-old turned 48-year-old liked and prodded at the muscles he had seen his whole life. They were so taut and almost yearning to be flexed. He caught himself flexing and posing in awe in the mirror. He slowly replaced the existing outfit with the active wear his staff provided him. His younger hormones were gone so there was no primal urge to check what was happening down below. So he quickly got dressed and headed to the home gym to meet the reporter.

The new “Hank” did what he was conditioned to do. Regurgitate buzzwords he was told or overheard to leave a good impression. But Enrique was consistently surprised at the weights he could easily use all interview long. He was strong normally, sure, but this was another level.

He waved off his staff and the reporter after he was drenched in sweat. He closed the garage door and almost as if by muscle memory he lifted an arm and took a massive wiff of his own musk. That was all it took to finally wake up the hormones. The work out combined with the erotic swap, pushed Enrique to briskly jog to his father’s bed room. A full body mirror in the closet begged to be used. “Hank” ripped off the tee and shorts to find himself in briefs and only that. He quickly dropped it with a swagger that was foreign to him. His jaw nearly dropped when he saw his father’s birthday suit. It was heavy, well truly everything, everywhere was heavy….visibly. He used his freshly calloused hands and began pumping. He felt so tense as he huffed in and out from the workout.

The new Hank locked eyes with his reflection before eyeing every part of his new form up. Those biceps were truly a gift to see flex as he took care of himself. And what a gift the experience was. He knew he had stamina but the man that made him was something else. He lost track of time and watched the house darken as night fell. He bucked his hips as a moment of clarity washed over him. Maybe just maybe Hank didn’t have the worst of intentions. But then again, he made his life hell, so now was his chance to raise hell for Hank.