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Office Fun

Marcus dropped into his chair like he owned the place, kicked one boot up onto the edge of my desk, and leaned back hard enough to make the seat creak. He wasn’t even looking at his computer—just staring off with that furrowed-brow, half-lidded look, lips pressed into a slight smug line like the whole office was beneath him. Every few minutes he’d cut his eyes over to me, hold the stare just long enough to make it clear he was judging, then look away again with a tiny tilt of his chin, as if I’d already bored him.

He stayed like that until four-thirty. Then he stood in one smooth motion, stretched both arms overhead until his back cracked, and grabbed the black jacket off the chair.

“Damn, must suck being stuck here till five,” he said, loud enough for me to hear, already heading for the door. “Later, sucker.”

I followed. Quiet. Right as he reached the exit I lunged into his back and took him. His body jerked once.

“What the—fuck—” he groaned. Then nothing. I had him. Caught his balance, rolled his shoulders, felt the solid weight to his body settle under my control. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with the day’s heat.

Damn... he smells good.

I walked him straight to the mirror by the empty conference room. Looked into his dark eyes and savored his jawline accentuated with his black beard. I watched as he smirked just like before, but it was me who was doing it.

“Time to actually get some work done,” I made him say tauntingly.

I took out his phone from his jacket pocket, and instantly it unlocked. Nice to have his handsome face around. I propped his phone against the glass and started recording. His blank expression stared back, so I put a dirty little grin on it for what was coming.

I dragged the fitted gray shirt up high. His hairy chest and abs spilled out—dense dark fur across the pecs, trailing straight down the deep cuts of his stomach into the waistband of his Calvin Kleins. The little silver pendant rested right between the mounds of his chest.

“Fuck…” I muttered in his voice, glancing around. “Shouldn’t be doing this here…” I made him say, breathing heavily.

Goddamn. All that hair. All that muscle. Gonna make him show off like the slut he doesn’t know he is yet.

I took his hands and popped the button on his pants, dragged the zipper down and shoved them lower. His bulge was already growing from my excitement of controlling his body and I ran his hand over the front of the underwear and squeezed, hips shifting.

“Shit… I’m so fucking hard,” his voice came out thick and horny, eyes on his own reflection. His mouth was hanging open, eyes glassy and half-lidded in that pure gooning stare like nothing else mattered.

“Fuck… I can’t help it” he moaned.

Damn... look at him all bricked up like this… fuck, hot as hell. Should’ve been doing this sooner. Watching him touch himself like a desperate slut in the office was getting me even more worked up.

I made him stroke slow over the growing bulge, trying to stay quiet, face flushed under the beard, breathing heavier like he might get caught but couldn’t stop.

“Nnngh… ahh fuck… shit—so good… nnnh—” Yeah… stroke that cock, Marcus. Your body is loving it. Getting all messy in your Calvin Kleins like a dirty boy…

I felt a dampness permeate through his underwear and I knew I had his body going. Goddamn this was hot watching him get this fucking horny under my hands using his own likes gloves. Faster. Tighter grip. His hips jerking hard.

“Oh fuck—oh fuck—gonna cum—nnnngh—FUCK—” I roared, his voice echoing throughout the building.

He busted hard. His thick ropes flooding the Calvin Kleins, soaking straight through into the open pants until the whole front was a hot sticky mess. I kept him stroking through every pulse, milking it all out. Brought two fingers up, licked his warm cum off them, tasted him, then cleaned the rest with his tongue.

Mmm… tastes good. Knew it would.

I buttoned his pants back up over all his cum, pulled his shirt back down, jacket straightened. Walked him back toward the door. Then I left.

Marcus blinked hard, staggered half a step, looking around like he’d blacked out for a second.

“…What the hell?” he muttered coming back to.

After the Great Shift, many were unhappy with their new bodies. Wizards and scientists alike found out how to swap bodies on their own. This caused fear among those who liked their new bodies and didn't want to lose them. So, the government stepped in and enforced a new mandatory enlistment to the Great Tournament, where people fight each other to reclaim a former life or even a completely new one. All it took was a challenge from another who wanted your body through a government website and you'd receive a notice in the mail to attend or risk forfeit to your own body, even if you weren't affected by the Great Shift because people lie apparently. So, everyone who is attractive is annually challenged every year. It has become a dangerous world to be sexy in.

I received a notice in the mail. It's been 5 years since the Great Shift. Got the body of a twunk named Austin. And I've fucked many cute guys since. My big dick and bubble butt made me a target it seems. It's not fair.

Making what might be my last breakfast in this body has made me sad. Anyone who has ran away in the past was punished with the worst body possible. So, everyone is scared to run.

Arrived at the tournament and everyone was checking out my body. I talked to the mysterious clerk at the counter and they gave a number. Number 25. I was ordered to strip down to my underwear. Everyone was talking, "Dude is PACKING!", "I want to bottom for that thing!", and then I saw him. A previous hookup I had sex with... Aiden, a cute twink slapped my ass from behind and eyed down my bulge.

"I almost thought you'd run. You'll be fighting me for the right to live in that body." He smirked with his bulge half hard. I got really angry, tried punching him, but security stepped in and used a tazer on me. I woke up, dropped into the tournament arena. And there Aiden stood. The referee yelled, "He's awake! The match will start in 2 minutes. The rules are: 1. No permanent damage. 2. Win by the other person becoming unconscious, yielding, or a finger fully up the opponent's butt. And 4, The winner decides if a body swap occurs."

I stood up, and freaked, "What? No. I need more time! This isn't right. Stop this, right now!" My cries went unheard. The match begun and Aiden the cute twink who desperately wanted to be me, came at me... HE PULLED MY UNDERWEAR DOWN. The crowd roared in excitement. Aiden was reaching for my hole! I moved away. And Aiden made direct eye contact, "Being in me won't be so bad, you were inside me before. This time it will just be more so." He laughed.

I was crawling away, with my butt still exposed. I pulled up my underwear before getting the finger. He jumped on me before I could get my footing. Fell to the ground. And Aiden pushed against me from behind. Sat on the back of my legs. I couldn't get up or move. "Please don't do this. We can date, maybe even get married. But please don't take my dick away from me." I begged. And Aiden yelled into my ear, "It's not your dick anymore. It's mine." And he quickly put his middle finger up my ass. I lost.

Aiden got up and accepted the cheers from the crowd. And the referee brought out some new high magic technology to swap our bodies instantly. I was Aiden. I watched the new Austin feel up my, no, his body now. I felt my new decent but not as big member chub up in my new twink body. I give the new Austin the middle finger that he so kindly used to take away my life as Austin.

Don't get me wrong. Aiden is really hot. But so was I with an addictive monster dick. After getting familiar with my new one. It is 5.7 inches long erect. And a good amount of girth. I'm going to miss my 9 inches. But I can make this work.

1 week later.

Everyone expects me to only bottom! I'm a verse. I want to top too. But everyone dreams of dominating the pretty twink. I actually like bottoming, but I need balance and a big dick worthy of entering my hole. I started rejecting hookups. And then Austin messaged me, "come over."

I did. And he opened the door to my former apartment and invited me in.

He pinned me against the wall, "Still want to date or marry me? Not like either of is were born in these bodies. If we got married, we'd be exempt from the tournament in the future. And I really would love a happy future- with YOU." I got hard. He noticed. I closed my eyes. He picked me up, and threw my pretty ass onto the bed.

We both undressed. And I checked out Austin out and he checked me out. He said, "Seeing it from the outside, I used to be my own type. And now, you are my type. Can I fuck you?" I nodded yes, "I think I also became my own type after the Great Shift, but that dick was legendary tier. I'll miss it." And he said, "Well, you can see it, feel it, get fucked by it whenever you want." And I replied, "Then, I want you inside me, and if you're interested, I'll want to fuck you in return, if my butt isn't too sore--"

Immediately, the rush of a pounding prize entered my bubble butt, the moaning I couldn't stop myself from doing, "uhhhg uhhh uhhhg... don't stop, just destroy me, ung uhhh uhhuuuh" after filling my insides, he sucked all the cum from my dick. I was spent. Resting next to him, I placed my hand on his muscular butt as we fell asleep.

We went and got married the next day. Upon getting home, I pounded my husband Austin's butt with sheer force of will, but it'll never match up to the pain that will come as retribution from his superior package. "OH fuck. Ung uhhh uhhuuuh, have mercy on me!" He was like, 'You want mercy? Just say please." He was thrusting at full speed, "uhhhg uhhh please ughhh." And he got closer to me and kissed me while still slowly thrusting. He smiled and laughed before saying a joke, "What a good bottom, all the other men before you couldn't take this massive package the way I wanted to deliver it. Freaky fast and long lasting." He picked up the pace, and my moaning turned on like a light switch.

Feeling spiteful for being called a bottom, "Is that all you got? I could've gone faster when that body used to be mine." I laughed while getting thrusted into, and instantly regretted it. He started performing at literal full thrust like a sprinter. "Mhmmmhmmmm" as I bite the pillow in agonizing pleasure and pain.

"I fucking love you." Austin said with a final bust of cum into me. And I was tired, "love you too." He fell asleep from exhaustion on top of and inside me. I also passed out from it all.

We almost woke up at the same time. His morning erection happened to be my alarm clock. We opened our eyes and decided to take it to the shower. And that shower was the next first step in our career as I found out Austin did porn before in my current body and already did solo stuff in the new one. And we became quite the famous couple when people connected us to the tournament video.

Unfortunately, government bodies became envious of our worth increasing with our fame. Men came to our door. And they offered us 10 million each for trading into lesser bodies. We obviously said no. They then sent this guy: to intimidate us. I guess tournaments are getting more violent these days.

CW: F-slur

See this? This is my bicep now. This is my arm now. This is my body now.

Thanks for all the hard work you put into getting this body in shape, but I’m seizing the assets, and claiming whats mine. I paid for it after all. Oh you thought I was just another cashfag? Nah dude. You straight boy influencer “Cash Masters” are just parasites and I poisoned your food supply. Every supplement I bought you, ever dollar I spent on you was enchanted with my essence- and when there was enough of it in you all it took was a couple magic words for me to slip right in. And now you get to watch me pay back all the poor idiots whose wallets you drained… but first why I don’t I show you the damage this body can do. 

luck on vacation!

Damn Adam is the best body I've been in since he came of age to enter the frat seniors club, the youngsters seem to get bigger every year.-

I plan on getting every minute out of him all fucking week! We only get 2 weeks a year of perfect hot bodies from the youngest members of the fraternity, this month I almost went into the red for paying sponsorship membership of the club "for seniors" It's not cheap at all having to pay for where to live and everything they eat to a bunch of hot college kids across the country

but it's worth every damn penny to have the body of one of the younger guys and go crazy for those two weeks a year.

Last year I had a very hot vacation in Florida, sun, sweat beach, and a lot of horny men for all that sun that I hope to get through that year.

It's a fraternity tradition and a small payment for not having to pay anything when you live in a fraternity house.

I just hope there is some beach nearby this time because it would be a shame if I let all my beautiful new muscles not be on display every moment of the day!

Well now comes the Traditional first house party at the fraternity. sex, alcohol a lot of hot guys who would cost anything. maybe it's not a bad idea to stay home this year for the "marathon" I'm sure I could win this year with how hot my body is now.

-Damn… I look so hot in the mirror I'll start right here. Please Adam don't let me down.-

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"Yeah, I bet that ugly nerd probably just bluffed to you. And after all, not like he could hurt me, I'll hurt him the moment he appears in my sight,"

"I'm just glad you're okay, babe. Because when I was in high school, he legit tried to attack my older brother as he said that he would come after him. He brought this weird ass syringe or something that he tried to inject to my older brother. But he failed as my brother thwarted him and my brother's friends came to help. Until now I still didn't know what kind of poison he tried to inject to my older brother,"

"That sounds horrifying. Why didn't you tell me about that? We could asked for restraining order or some sort for that unstable creep,"

"Maybe we should, I just didn't expect him to came back to my life actually, that's why we didn't put a restraining order to him,"

An Unexpected Surprise

Florian seemed to have it all. The prince son and heir of a massive fortune, a prestigious education, the perfectly toned body that he seemed to love flaunting on social media, and a smile that made guys and girls melt equally. It was sooner or later that he would become the target of a body hopper, looking to steal his seemingly perfect life. And that’s exactly what happened.

The one who got to him was Riley. A washed up straight guy who peaked in high school and was now living a 9-5 nightmare. But when he saw Florian’s socials and his perfect life, he knew he had to have it. Getting into the jock was easy. All he had to do was focus and think about pushing in, making space for his own soul inside his new home. Florian put up a fight, trying to wrestle back control but it was no use. Riley was much too strong, and within minutes, he had full control over Florian’s body. He grinned, tensing his perfect muscles as Florian’s strength and youth became his own. Riley was over the moon, he couldn’t believe it actually worked. But as he came down from the high of his hop, he noticed an uncomfortable tightness around his shaft. As he tugged on the waistband of his sweats, he noticed a tight plastic cage snug around his cock. Riley’s eyes went wide.

*What the hell?! Why…why is my cock in this shit?!* Riley was at a loss for words. He quickly pulled the sweatpants down to his ankles and the first thing he noticed was the words tattooed just above Florian’s groin, where no picture would be able to capture it.

Jace’s caged slut.

Riley ran a hand through his new curly hair, unsure of what to do. And to make everything worse, his cock was straining in its plastic prison, aching to get hard but unable to. It turned out, Florian wasn’t the perfect prince after all. He was a massive bottom, with a Dom to control his every whim and pleasure. And now, those thoughts and wants were merging with Riley’s straight mind, altering him and his sexuality. Soon, he’d be just as slutty as Florian was. He’d find himself on his knees that night, taking Jace’s thick shaft into his mouth and hole.

But hey, at least he was living the rich and luxurious lifestyle he always wanted right? Riley would soon learn to enjoy it, finding himself more and more eager to submit to any hunk who even gave him a second glance of interest. It was a turn of events he wasn’t expecting, but with what he gained, he wasn’t complaining.

You lie there on the wooden bench, gazing down in awe at the ripped, sweat-slicked torso that now belongs to you. The spell that you used succeeded beyond your wildest dreams, and now you have the young intern's ripped body. His athletic frame is yours to command, while your old nerdy self is left behind forever.

Strong hands – his hands – roam greedily over the glistening six-pack abs, pressing into the hard ridges and tracing the sweat trails that disappear toward the waistband of the gray sweatpants. The heat radiates up, the post-workout pump making every muscle feel alive and powerful.

"Fuckkkkk! This... this is incredible," you groan in his deep, resonant voice, the words echoing in the empty corridor. "No more weak old man. I'm young, hot, and built like a fucking god now."

Your palms slide lower, massaging just above the crotch where his thick cock is beginning to swell from the overwhelming sensations. The heavy, masculine musk of sweat and testosterone hits you hard, making your head spin with lust. This body is perfect – smooth skin, defined muscles, raw masculine energy. The world sees you as the confident intern now, but only you know the nerdy boss is pulling the strings from inside.

Your fingers tease the edge of the waistband, promising to explore every inch of your new, superior form. You know this is just the beginning of exploring every dirty fantasy in this young, powerful body.