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When Alek told us about that closed gym it sounded just perfect, and I couldn't help but crack up when he showed up in that burly guy he turned which aparently was the current owner of that property.

“Yeah, that’s okay, babe! I get it,” Vannessa spoke softly through the phone in her usual higher feminine voice, looking out of the restaurant window facing the street. “Work sucks and networking never ends. It’s—no, no really, I’m fine! I’ll see you when you come back from the office. Okay….. Mmm-Ok, love you too. Byeeee.”

She hung up the phone, glaring down at her husband’s name and picture on the screen, and then looked back up to watch her husband hang up and tuck his phone back into his suit jacket pocket. He straightened his jacket, ran his hands through his hair and opened the door to the restaurant. Vannessa coughed and cleared her voice.

“This son of a bitch…” she spoke in a rich, deep voice and took another sip from her espresso. She caught the bastard cheating on her about a week ago with this stud and she’d been planning on her revenge ever since. She was fine with her husband being bi, she just would’ve appreciated some honesty and explanation before he went and embarrassed and betrayed her with some dude (whom she’ll admit is drop dead gorgeous but that doesn’t justify anything). It started with inhabiting the body of her husband’s new love, which was easy enough since he was very public on Instagram about his whereabouts. She’d left a note to her husband that she was leaving, but he wouldn’t find that until later, after she’d carried out her plan.

She intended to break his heart, like really break his heart. Hell, he’d done the same to her, so it was only right that she do it to him. She planned to use her new body to its full advantage, make her husband feel awful for a change. She would give him an incredible night out, she best fucking he’d ever had in his life, and then she’d tell him it’s over, that she’d way out of his league abs that it’ll never work—and she’d be right! She *was* way out of his league now, she was bigger, better, hotter, and thicker than anyone he’d ever hope to find again. He could try to get back with his “wife,” but she had a feeling that “she” was letting all kinds of similarly bigger, better, hotter, and thicker dudes to fill her hole right now.

For now, Vannessa felt great in her new body. She loved the confidence walking around in this studly physique gave her, she turned herself on every time she got a look at her smirking face in the mirror, and she was surprisingly adept at working her new thick cock, as 3 different guys at the gym this afternoon could attest to. But for now…

“Hey, man!” her husband pipped up at her approached the table.

Vannessa grinned and stood up. ‘Let it begin,’ she thought. “Hey yourself!”she boomed as she wrapped her arms around him, which he reciprocated, as she dove her tongue into his mouth and down his throat. Her husband was surprised but welcomed it as he caressed Vannessa’s new side muscles and abs. His cock instantly swelled and pressed against Vannessa’s hip, so she let hers do the same to him, wrapped her powerful arms around him and sliding her strong middle finger up the line of his crack over his tight suit pants. Her husband’s body stiffened and he pushed her away with a gasping breath.

Vannessa grinned widely. “Too far?” she murmured down (down! she’d never been taller than her husband!) to him.

“A little,” he gasped with a laugh. “I don’t want to bust one in the middle of this restaurant.”

“True, let’s save that for the main course,” she beamed, lightly slapping her husband’s ass and squeezing his cheek.

They sat down and enjoyed their meal; well, Vannessa enjoyed a large steak and lobster dinner on her husband’s dime (what?! a big boy’s gotta eat!), and her husband sipped water and munched on a side salad like the dutiful bottom he is. She was going to wreck him, and she was so looking forward to it.

“I’m so glad I found you, babe,” her husband grinned, reaching across the table and squeezing Vannessa’s large hand. She looked at the hand and saw the tan line on his ring finger. She felt her neck and chest muscles glaring as she tried to control herself. She simply squeezed back harder, rubbing the side of his hand with her large thumb.

-“Oh yeah, this bodysuit is so tight, I’ll keep it good, I promise”.

Mat Wolf was the team’s quarterback, we got along well. I always admired his body, those muscles, the sweat coming off his skin. He was socially unapproachable for me, a nerd whose job was to wash the athletes’ clothes.

One day I found him alone in the locker room and took advantage of the situation and injected him the SW-Corpus, a serum that turns a person into a bodysuit. Then I closed the doors so that no one would discover us and went back to him.

His body was already deflated, damn I must have undressed him while he was normal.

I undress and expand his mouth, I introduce my right foot and feel his skin still warm, my leg adapts to his.

I continue with the rest of his body, my new cock sinks into his, already shaved. I lift his skin and his chest and his arms become mine. I finish with the head.

Shit, even my voice is now the same as his, his beard, aghh. Hmm, a shower is needed here… I said smelling his stinky armpits.

After a long relaxing hot shower, I take all my shit and get out of here. This is just the beggining of my new life as Mat Wolf, the sexiest jock in town

Damn! Who knew going to this fair would have me end up with a brand new body? And not just any random body, but the incredibly chiseled body of my sister's newest boyfriend, Alex! Man I always thought he was hot, but now seeing it from the inside, running my hands through these perfect abs, and tasting that wonderful deep scent in these pits, damn I'm in love! In love with my new perfect body that is!

And it all started with me being the third wheel of my sister's date with Alex. Our parents forced me to tag along just so I could keep an eye on her, since I was always the more responsible one even though she was two years older. Didn't help though, since she and Alex constantly disappeared from my sight and I later found them disgustingly making out behind some tent or attraction.

It wasn't until later in the evening that things really started to happen. First we stumbled into that creepy old fortune teller who read our futures. Flipping a bunch of tarot cards, me and Alex somehow ended up with similar ones: "A reversal of fates" the mythical man called it. Meanwhile, my sister was somehow going to end up heartbroken, which wasn't a surprise with the string of boyfriends she'd had.

Then there was that fun house with the mirror maze. As we stumbled around and slammed our faces into walls and each other, there was one point that I found myself staring at Alex's reflection in the mirrors. Weirded part was when I brought my hand up and inched closer, the reflection was doing the exact same thing. Even when I stuck my tongue out and rolled it around, Alex's reflection did the same. I was distracted for a brief second though by my sister's horrible laugh and Alex's deep chuckling from the other side of the maze, and when I turned back around my reflection was back to normal. My scraggy usual self.

There was so many other things that evening, like the basketball game which Alex clearly should've won since that's his favourite sport... but somehow I ended up winning and miraculous beating the record. Or the Haunted House which had the weird theme of a crazy scientist transplanting his brain into a young handsome hunk in his quest for immortality. It was weird though, because I was pretty sure that I had seen the actor who played the hot hunk walking around the fair with his rowdy group of friends earlier that day.

Finally, almost at the end of the evening, everyone had gathered in the main tent for a magic show held by the "dazzlingly and ingenious Mr. Wendigo". He did all those usual magic tricks, like pull a lizard out of a hat and make playing cards appear straight out of nowhere. It wasn't until the finale and he pulled out those two giant glass coffins that everyone perched up. He called it his greatest trick, something about some "Pharaoh's Curse" or something...

He apparently needed two volunteers so he looked around the audience until his eyes landed on us. He pointed at me and then at Alex, whom were busily making out with my sister and not paying attention to the show. He refused at first, groaning about being part of some "silly act", but with the other audience members edging him on he finally complied and detached himself from my sister's grasp.

We stepped into the respective glass compartments, the doors were shut behind us, and then the entire coffin began spinning. My vision became blurry, my stomach felt weird, and there was this pounding headache. Finally the whole thing stopped and the coffins were lowered back down. As the door opened and I stepped back out, there was a roar of applause around me. I didn't understand why though since I had come out of the same glass coffin that I had stepped inside of. It wasn't until I turned my gaze towards Alex's side of the scene that I realized exactly why; because standing over there was none other than myself!

I patted myself all over and felt taut muscles, a chiseled bearded jaw, and perfect six pack. Things I definitely didn't have, but Alex did! That's when I realized - the magic trick must've switched our bodies somehow! I had become Alex, my sister's new boyfriend! I could still taste my sister's cherry blossom lipstick in my new mouth, and that almost made me want to vomit.

I watched as Alex in my puny body tried to speak up, but he was immediately stopped short as the magician put his arm on his shoulder and somehow instantly froze him in place. The magician then thanked me and told me to go back to my seat, as the next trick only required one volunteer. I went back to Alex's seat and sat next to my sister, before watching the trick being performed once again, but this time with my old body being forcefully pushed inside and a donkey that happily strolled inside the other compartment. Once again the coffins spun around, and when it landed again my old body stepped out with a huge grin on its face while the donkey was braying loudly and anxiously. Finally, the donkey was forcefully pulled away while my former body walked back down and sat next to me, but not before giving me a mischievous wink.

The rest of the evening was such a pain. My sister was being so incredibly clingy and kept trying to force herself on me. In the end I had no choice but to break up with her right there on the spot. It was freaky enough having to hold her hands and smile at her constantly...

Now, I'm all alone at this fair with a spanking new body and identity. What should I do? I could go back to the mirror maze and jerk one off to my hundreds of hot reflections... or perhaps I should pay that hot hunk from the Haunted House a visit. It was obvious by his staring how much he was lusting after Alex. How much he was lusting after me.

There's so much fun to be had here on this fair... and the night's just getting started!

I opened my eyes, and I could only smile. What happened yesterday seemed like a dream, but it was real. I knew that it was risky to steal from a house in such a nice neighborhood. I didn’t know who lived there but as I explore his place, I discover that he enriched himself through unconventional methods. To accidentally release a djinn was not part of the plan. Even less that this creature would seek revenge against his former master. I really don’t consider that being me was so bad… but I would not criticize the decisions that this monster made when it switched up our bodies. I come here to steal some jewelry but, at the end, I stole so much more.

“Hey nerd, long time no see.”

“I knew that I could find you here?”

“You creepy kid, you had been following me.”

“Please, stop the bullshit, James.”

“James… no, that’s your name nerd.”

“Please. This is no joke, give me my body…”

“So, you like what are you seeing. You want a piece of this hottie” (He said while moving his hands from his massive chest towards his shorts)

“Stop it!”

“You look so pathetic when angry. Sorry James… this body is so awesome. If you behave maybe I can let you taste a bit of it”

“That’s disgusting!”

“Well… if you are naughty boy, well you can have a talk with your former fists. I have lost so much time with you… your girlfriend is waiting back at home… so, see ya loser”.

How hard was it for us to find the appropriate body? Well, going to the specifics sometimes give us quite an extra time. You requested for a young American avid gym enthusiast who enjoyed watersport, especially surfing, with minimum height at 6'3". That's......quite limiting, but there's nothing our global scouting team cannot do. We only have 2 people within our system that fit the criteria and we believe you wouldn't be very happy with them as you put "no tattoo if possible" and the two in our database have small tattoos in their back, hence the scouting team trying to lock the deal with what we believe would be a body that you desired.

This is the guy. Yes sir, we have the same expression when we managed to lock the deal with him hahahah.

Quite a specimen indeed. You really like him, don't you? All-American young man personified, 6'4", 230 lbs of pure corn-fed beef, all natural and definitely not the brightest bulb in the sheds, per your preference. Plus, growing up with frequent lakes and beaches outing, he's just the perfect mix. How our scouting team work to secure the deal with this last body? Oh sir, that shouldn't be your concern. Under-the-table practice? Sir, you don't need to worry, clearly we are not deploying any coercive or manipulative action to get the bodies we believe fitting for our client's desire. They are all consented party to this procedure, think Uber that will get you to a destination that the Uber owner wants to go to, this is the same concept. Remember, The Act prevented us from being involved in illegal practices outlined in them and we're a party to that, so we wouldn't dare to breach them as remaining in business is our utmost priority. Okay, why are we talking about this hahah? Let's just solve your transfer for now and we'll see you by mid-August. Cheerios!

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"Any IG post from him?"

"Yep, surfing already,"

"Only surfing?"

"Fucking too. But clearly not posted. Lots of parties,"

"That smile...and that curvature pose.....is that who I think it is?"

"Joe? Yeah, you know how much he enjoyed being a girl, especially when the partner is as massive as that. Let's just say, she got our client under her wrap as she decided all the itineraries and the fucking too. Our client seemed surprised by the sudden spike of sex drive from her and wanted to ask her whether she also rented her body for the agency, which he seemingly didn't have the guts to do so until now because it would expose him too,"

"Well, he really need to let loose. Guy's a bit too worked up and clearly read too much shit from those conspiracy pages. We are not doing anything illegal, duh. The guy's fucked up with his betting in Vegas and all his bodybuilding spending during Olympia, and we just offered him some money. Nothing illegal there. Joe better make that guy stop using his brain too much and just fuck around silly for the next few weeks,"

"Noted, will info Joe about it when we have our Comms session later. Anyway, Detective Waller and Detective Rogen are waiting for you,"

"They are here already?

"Waiting for you since 10 minutes ago,"

"You got all the documents, right?"

"Certainly. And no need to worry, Isaac and Robbie, plus the others are already inside those travies, they will answer everything down to the tee in accordance to the manual,"

"Travies as in.....our...."

"Yup, travelling bodies, that's the field lingo,"

"You really need to let me involve in more field operation and updates. It's been a while,"

"It can be arranged. There's another tricky request that probably need executive level experience to solve,"

"Brief me about it then after we deal with these Detectives,"

"Sure,"