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TYLER LAWRENCE GRAY

Jake Ellison was born in a nowhere town in Ohio, the kind of place where cornfields outnumbered people and dreams rarely outgrew the county line. His childhood was a blur of hand-me-down clothes, a single mom working double shifts at a diner, and a stepdad who’d rather crack open a beer than start a conversation with his stepson. Jake was a scrawny kid, all elbows and knees, with perpetually greasy hair, oily skin and a nervous stutter, all of which made him an easy target for bullies. High school was a punishing gauntlet—jocks shoving him into lockers, girls laughing at his thrift-store sneakers. 

It was only in the pages of his battered Superman comics that Jake found a much needed escape. The Man of Steel was everything he wasn’t: strong, fearless, untouchable. The bullied nerd would hide in his room, reading under a flickering lamp, stroking the glossy covers, imagining himself soaring above the world, invincible.

By his late teens, Jake’s obsession had deepened dramatically. Superman wasn’t just a hero to him; he was a fetish. Jake would trace the hero’s chiseled jaw in Action Comics, his fingers lingering on the tight spandex, the bulging pecs, the impossibly thick thighs, all while imagining it was the real thing under his fingertips and not just some paper. He’d jerk off to fan art he found on DeviantArt, to clips of Tom Welling or Henry Cavill from their respective portrayals of the hero, their deep voices and godlike bodies fueling his fantasies. He started collecting everything he could—posters, action figures, a replica S-shield he’d pin to his chest in the mirror, flexing his skinny arms and pretending. Puberty hit, but his body stayed stubbornly lean, no matter how many push-ups he tried. The gap between his reality and his dream of being Superman only grew, and with it, a gnawing resentment set in. Why should guys like that—perfect, powerful, adored—get to live the life that he craved?

His final two years of high school were brutal. Jake was openly gay, which in his small town was like painting a target on his back. The jocks called him “fag” and “nerd” and he learned to keep his head down and his comics hidden - they’d been stolen and destroyed on more than one occasion. He found solace online, diving into X and Reddit, where he could be anonymous, posting thirsty comments about Superman actors, especially David Corenswet after news appeared that he had landed the role. David was Jake’s ultimate fantasy: six-foot-four, jacked as hell, with a face that could stop traffic and a body that looked like it was carved from marble. Jake followed every post, every interview, zooming in on paparazzi shots of David’s biceps straining against T-shirts or his ass filling out jeans. He’d save them to a secret folder, jerking off nightly to the idea of being him—or at the very least being with him.

After high school, Jake drifted to a community college, studying IT but barely scraping by. He worked nights at a gas station getting harassed by members of the public. His only social life was on X and Reddit, where he’d argue about Superman lore or drool over David’s latest gym selfie. His apartment was a shrine to the Man of Steel—walls plastered with posters, shelves crammed with comics and Funko Pops,even  a life-sized David Corenswet cutout from a Hollywood Reporter event he’d saved up to buy. He’d stand in front of it, touching the cardboard pecs, whispering, “Why can’t I be you?” The obsession wasn’t just sexual; it was existential. Jake hated his weak body, his dead-end life, his invisibility. David Corenswet was everything he wanted—famous, desired, powerful.

Jake’s descent into the occult started as a lark. He’d always been a tinkerer, messing with computers, building weird gadgets from YouTube tutorials. But one night, scrolling X, he stumbled across a thread about body-swapping rituals. Most of it was bullshit, but one post linked to an obscure site selling grimoires caught his attention. Jake, half-drunk and desperate for something to break his monotony, PayPaled $200 for a dusty book that arrived two days later smelling of mildew. The pages were gibberish—Latin, maybe—but one spell, marked with a crude S-like symbol, caught his eye. “Transference of Essence,” it promised. He laughed it off at first, but the idea festered. What if he could be David?

He became fixated, spending weeks researching, cross-referencing occult forums, and hunting for “authentic” ingredients. The lock of David’s hair was the hardest to get—he bid $500 on eBay for a strand from a “verified” source, probably a scam, but he was too far gone in his obsession to care. He’d lie awake, stroking himself to David’s Instagram, imagining waking up in that body, feeling those muscles, owning that life. The ritual became his purpose. He quit his job, sold his shitty car, and moved to a cheaper, filthier apartment to fund his obsession.

The air was thick with the acrid scent of melted wax and sage, the floor scrawled with chalk sigils that looked like a madman’s geometry homework. A circle of black candles flickered in the dim light, their flames dancing under the blood moon’s eerie glow filtering through the grimy window. Jake sat cross-legged in the center, shirtless, his scrawny chest heaving with nervous anticipation. In his trembling hands was the grimoire, its leather cover cracked and stained, open to the “Transference of Essence” spell. The lock of hair lay on a chipped saucer beside a rusted athame, and a Superman comic opened to a page of the Man of Steel in mid-flight, his pecs bulging under the iconic S-shield.

Jake’s heart pounded as he chanted the guttural Latin phrases, his voice cracking from disuse and nerves. He’d spent weeks preparing, memorizing every syllable, driven by years of fantasizing about David Corenswet’s godlike body—those chiseled abs, that thick jaw, the biceps that strained every shirt in every Instagram post. This was it, his one shot to escape his pathetic life and become the Superman he’d worshipped since childhood. He sliced his palm with the athame, wincing as blood dripped onto the saucer, mixing with the hair. “Ego sum tu, et tu es me,” he whispered, the final words of the spell. The candles flared, the room spun, and a searing pain ripped through him, like his soul was being torn from his bones. His vision went white, then black, and he collapsed, the comic fluttering to the floor.

When Jake came to, he wasn’t on his stained carpet anymore. He was sprawled on a plush king-sized bed, silk sheets cool against his skin. His body felt wrong—heavy, powerful, alive in a way he’d never known. He sat up, heart racing, and caught his reflection in a sleek, full-length mirror across the room. David Corenswet’s face stared back—sharp cheekbones, full lips, eyes that smoldered with an intensity Jake had only seen in paparazzi shots. “Holy fuck. It worked!” he gasped, and the voice that came out was David’s, deep and resonant, vibrating in his chest like a bassline. He laughed, a giddy, disbelieving sound, and swung his legs off the bed, standing to face the mirror fully.

Jake ran his hands over his new body, marveling at the sheer mass of it. David’s pecs were like slabs of marble, twitching under his touch, the skin warm and taut. He flexed, watching them bounce, the muscle so dense it felt like armor. His fingers traced the deep ridges of David’s abs, each one a hard, perfect cut, leading to a V-line that disappeared into low-slung sweatpants. Jake’s breath hitched as he cupped his new cock, thicker and heavier than anything he’d ever felt, already half-hard from the thrill. “This is all mine now,” he growled, David’s voice making his arousal spike. He squeezed his biceps, feeling the veins pop under his skin, then ran his hands over his quads, the muscle so thick it strained the fabric. Every touch was electric, like his nerves were wired for pleasure.

He turned, catching sight of David’s ass in the mirror, round and firm, the sweatpants hugging it like a second skin. Jake clenched his glutes, watching the muscle shift, and let out a low moan. He’d spent years jerking off to this body, zooming in on grainy X posts, but now it was real—his to command, to feel, to be. He stripped off the sweatpants, standing naked, and his cock sprang free, fully hard now, thick and veined. He gripped it, stroking slowly, the sensation overwhelming in this new, powerful frame. His other hand roamed his chest, pinching a nipple, feeling the muscle flex involuntarily. “I’m fucking Superman,” he said, grinning at his reflection, David’s perfect teeth flashing.

Jake moved to the bed, lying back, one hand still stroking as he explored every inch of his stolen physique. He squeezed his pecs, ran his fingers through the faint trail of hair on his abs, and spread his thighs, feeling the weight of his balls, the power in his legs. The room—David’s LA penthouse—was a palace compared to Jake’s shithole apartment: glass walls, a view of the city skyline, a faint scent of expensive cologne. Jake’s eyes fell on a script on the nightstand, labeled Superman II. He laughed, the sound rich and confident, as he realized he wasn’t just in David’s body—he was in his life. The thought pushed him over the edge, and he came hard, David’s voice moaning his own name, the release so intense his vision blurred.

Panting, Jake sat up, still buzzing. He grabbed David’s phone from the nightstand, scrolling through texts from famous friends, notifications from Instagram with millions of followers, emails from agents. This was real. He was David Corenswet, Hollywood’s new Superman, and every filthy fantasy he’d ever had was now within reach. He stood, flexing in the mirror one last time, his cock twitching again at the sight of his new body. “Sorry, Dave,” he murmured, smirking. “This is my show from now on.”

Back in Jake’s apartment, David Corenswet’s consciousness snapped awake. His world immediately felt wrong—claustrophobic, weak, off. His eyes fluttered open to a dim, cluttered room that reeked of stale pizza and unwashed laundry. The bed beneath him was lumpy, the sheets scratchy, and his body ached like he’d been hit by a truck. He tried to sit up, but his limbs felt sluggish, uncooperative, lacking the power he was used to. Panic clawed at his chest as he stumbled to his feet, tripping over a pile of Superman comics. He caught himself on a chipped dresser and froze, staring at the cracked mirror above it. The face looking back wasn’t his—it was gaunt, pale, with patchy stubble and bloodshot eyes. 

“No,” David rasped, his voice thin and reedy, a far cry from the commanding baritone that had carried him through auditions and red carpets. He clawed at his new body, hands shaking as they ran over a scrawny chest, twig-like arms, and a soft, untoned stomach. He looked malnourished. His fingers, now bony and calloused, grabbed at his face, tugging at the unfamiliar skin as if he could rip it off and find his own beneath. “This isn’t me,” he whispered, his heart hammering. He spun around, taking in the tiny apartment—walls plastered with Superman posters, a life-sized cutout of himself staring back mockingly, a shrine to his own image. His stomach churned as the truth hit: someone had stolen his body.

David’s mind raced. He was supposed to be out doing interviews for the new movie today, living the role he’d fought years to land. Instead, he was trapped in this weak, pathetic frame, surrounded by trash and obsession. He rummaged through the mess, finding a burner phone on a cluttered desk. His hands shook as he dialed his own number, praying this was a nightmare. The line rang, and then his own voice—deep, smooth, his—answered. “Well, well, Jake,” the voice said, dripping with smug satisfaction. “How’s my old body treating you?”

David’s blood ran cold. “Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, his new pitchy voice cracking with rage. “What did you do to me?” He was standing in the middle of Jake’s apartment, pacing in a too-tight T-shirt and boxers that smelled faintly of sweat while his skinny legs trembled. He half hoped the world would open up and swallow him whole.

On the other end, Jake, lounging in David’s LA penthouse, grinned at his reflection in a glass wall. He was shirtless, David’s chiseled pecs glistening with sweat from a quick gym session, his thick biceps flexing as he held the phone. “Name’s Jake,” he said, David’s voice purring with a confidence that wasn’t his. “Well, it was. I’m David Corenswet now, after all. I gotta say, bud, this body? Fucking incredible. These abs, man, I could jerk off to them all day!”

David’s grip tightened on the phone, his knuckles whitening. “You sick bastard,” he spat. “Give me my body back. You can’t do this!” His voice broke, the high-pitched whine making him wince. He glanced at the mirror again, hating the sight of Jake’s scrawny frame, the weak jaw, the stringy hair. This wasn’t just a theft—it was a violation, his power and identity stripped away.

Jake laughed, the sound rich and mocking. He was sprawled on David’s couch, one hand idly stroking his stolen cock, the other holding the phone. “Nah, I’m good. You feel those arms yet? Or, shit, what’s left of ‘em?” He chuckled, flexing his bicep, watching it bulge like a mountain. “I’m living the dream, man. Your life, your muscles, your fucking Superman gig.”

David’s face burned with humiliation, his new body trembling with impotent rage. “You’re a fucking parasite,” he growled, pacing the tiny apartment, knocking over yet another stack of comics. “You think you can just walk into my life? People will know. They’ll see you’re not me.”

Jake stood, sauntering to a mirror, admiring David’s perfect jawline, the way his pecs bounced with each step. “Will they? I’ve got your face, your voice, your charm. I’m already better at being you than you ever were.” He ran a hand over his crotch, feeling the thick bulge, and smirked. “Just got off in your shower, by the way. This cock? Unreal. You must’ve had fun.”

David’s stomach twisted, nausea rising at the thought of this creep defiling his body. “You’re disgusting,” he said, his voice shaking. “I’ll find you. I’ll fix this.” He was gripping the phone so hard it creaked, his weak fingers aching.

“Good luck with that,” Jake said, his tone icy. “You’re stuck in my old life now, Dave. Smell that apartment? That’s your world. Meanwhile, I’m about to walk onto your set, wear your suit, fuck your co-stars. Enjoy being a nobody.” He hung up, leaving David in silence.

David sank to the floor, the burner phone clattering beside him. He stared at his new hands—small, soft, useless—and felt tears sting his eyes. His body, his career, his life were gone, stolen by a fanboy freak who was probably jerking off in his skin right now. Rage and despair clawed at him, but this weak frame could barely hold the weight of it. He punched the floor, wincing at the pain in his fragile knuckles, and screamed, “Fuck!” The sound was pathetic, swallowed by the empty apartment, as the reality of his new hell sank in.

He was no longer David Corenswet anymore. He was no longer Superman.

I walked into the theater late, there I quickly spotted the perfect seat—right behind this straight couple. The boyfriend in the front seat was a total alpha stud, handsome face, fresh fade with that sharp line-up, and one thick, veined bicep draped casually around his girlfriend’s shoulders as if he owned her. While sitting behind them I touched his arm and let my power kick in, my powers only worked if I made skin contact with a man. The lust hit him like a freight train, sudden, deep, unstoppable gay craving for the gay stranger sitting behind him, no matter how straight he’d been two seconds ago, he now wanted to fuck me more than anything in his life.

He twisted in his seat and looked back at me, those dark eyes now burning with raw hunger. Our stares locked. He flexed that massive bicep and shot me a cocky wink. My cock throbbed. I grinned back, leaned forward, and started feeling up his biceps. My fingers traced his arm while his girl watched the movie, totally oblivious of the stranger enjoying her boyfriend's biceps right behind her. I squeezed and started licking him, he bit his lip, breathing heavier but staying perfectly still so she wouldn’t notice her boyfriend’s muscles getting worshipped by a stranger.

After a few minutes of me groping and him flexing for me, he turned to her. “Babe, I gotta take a leak real quick. Be right back.” He leaned in and kissed her deep—but his eyes never left mine the whole time, locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. When he stood, the massive tent in his pants was obvious, thick outline straining against the fabric. He walked out. I followed two seconds later.

The second I stepped into the bathroom, he grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, and crushed his mouth to mine like he’d been in love with me his whole life. “Fuck… I don’t know what’s happening to me, I can't think straight. All I can feel is a deep desire for you,” he growled between sloppy, desperate kisses, hands roaming my ass. Straight or not, my power had flipped a switch—he didn’t care anymore. He lifted me easily and my legs wrapped around his waist, his huge arms carrying me like I weighed nothing, and he kicked open a stall door.

He set me on my knees, unzipped fast, and yanked out his thick, hard, dark brown cock—veiny, heavy, already leaking. “Suck it, please...” he asked with need. I teased him by licking the head, but he was having none of that, he roughly grabbed my hair and face-fucked me hard, his hips snapping, that fat head punching the back of my throat while he groaned like an animal. “Shit… your mouth feels better than my girlfriend's pussy, fuck... what's wrong with me?” Saliva dripped down my chin as he used me, balls slapping my chin, owning my face completely.

I pulled off gasping, spun around, shoved my pants down, and arched my ass up. He immediately dropped to his knees, straight stud or not he buried his face between my cheeks, tongue working my hole, eating me out sloppy and hungry like he needed to taste me more than air. I moaned loudly, pushing back against his face. Then he stood, grabbed his monster cock and rolled on a condom he had in his wallet, he lined up and slammed in raw and rough. One brutal thrust and he was balls-deep, stretching me wide. “Take it, bitch,” he snarled, gripping my hips and pounding me like a jackhammer—hard, fast, relentless. The stall rattled. He fucked me deeper with every stroke, grunting, sweat dripping, that powerful body dominating me completely. “Gonna fill this ass... need... to fill... this ass...” He buried himself to the hilt and came hard, cock pulsing inside the condom as he unloaded.

Commission Story

It was a stormy night when OnlyRentals, a body possession service, launches. Although the hot Alejo Ospina isn’t interested in participating in the new service, one of his followers Nate is able to put in an offer before he’s able to opt out. But even though the possession deal goes through, both men get way more than they bargain for. 

So! Because this site is wildly inconsistent with what is and isn’t allowed, I’ll have to link this story instead of having the original on my blog. Even with the toned down images and GIFs, it got shut down within an hour of getting posted. It’s a shame, but what can you do. 

With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy(?) stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me?”

A couple of weeks ago, Jeremy Nguyen was just an average nerd with nothing particularly remarkable about him. He had a deep interest in all things fantasy-related. He graduated from college with relatively high marks and worked as a science teacher at his old high school. It wasn’t an exciting life by any means, but Jeremy was content with his simple, happy life. 

Aside from his usual nerdy hobbies, Jeremy had also started regularly hitting the gym ever since the new year rolled around. Sure he couldn’t lift more than 10 pounds and got tired after only about 8 minutes of light cardio, but it was the thought that counts. Not that it really mattered to Jeremy anyway. He wasn’t interested in becoming a full-blown gym rat or anything like that. Jeremy only started exercising so that his doctor wouldn’t give him yet another lecture about his health during his yearly physical. 

Jeremy pulled up to the gym one early afternoon. He normally went to the gym at night due to his busy work schedule as a teacher. However, thanks to an obscure local holiday, the schools were closed and he had the day off. Jeremy decided to switch up his usual routine and work out in the afternoon instead. He walked inside, did his warm-up stretching, and began his workout with some light hammer curls. The gym was surprisingly very packed that afternoon, especially compared to how empty it was at night. There were people everywhere! 

As Jeremy continued his workout, he noticed his gaze kept coming back to one particular man just across the free weights area from him. 

The guy was absolutely jacked from head to toe! Standing at 6’2” tall, he made a lot of other people in the gym look tiny by comparison. Jeremy watched with great awe as the muscular Adonis hit shoulders with dumbbells he could only ever dream of lifting off the ground, let alone work out with! 

However, despite the man’s amazing physique, Jeremy wasn’t attracted to him. He never liked the muscular look in men. Wasn’t really his type at all. Yet at the same time, Jeremy couldn’t stop looking at him for some reason. The man looked vaguely familiar. Jeremy racked his brain but couldn’t place his finger on it. It was weird. He tried ignoring him and just focusing on his workout, but then the man did something that made him remember exactly who he was. Near them was an overweight man who was struggling to get through a rep with just the barbell. The man watched him from afar and sneered like it was the funniest thing in the world. It was that cocky smirk that made bad old memories come flooding back in. 

The man’s name was Jared Taylor. 

That name and the arrogant smile that came with it haunted Jeremy for most of his teen years. To put it shortly, they had the stereotypical high school jock bully/scrawny nerd relationship you see in movies and TV. Jared loved teasing and making fun of others. Especially quiet nerds like Jeremy who played Pokémon in class after already finishing their work. Needless to say, Jeremy hated Jared with a passion. He was thrilled to finally be rid of the bastard when they graduated and went their separate ways. Jeremy went to study chemistry while Jared continued playing for some college football team. 

Jeremy never would’ve expected to see his former high school bully back in town. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Jared recognized him (you would think he would after tormenting him for 4 years…) Plus, Jeremy always went to the gym during the nighttime anyway. He wouldn’t have to worry about seeing Jared Taylor ever again! 

Or so he thought. 

Much to Jeremy’s dismay, he kept seeing Jared every time he went to the gym. It didn’t matter if he went late at night or early in the morning before work, Jared was there— working out with some of the heaviest dumbbells the gym had to offer. 

Jeremy tried shrugging it off as mere coincidence, but his patience grew dangerously thin with every passing day he saw him. Jared’s cocky smile. His dominating presence. His haughty laugh just screamed, “I’m bigger, stronger, and just overall better than you!” Jared was already bad enough in high school, but he had only seen to have gotten worse with age! 

Then, on a random Saturday, Jeremy decided he had finally had enough. It was time someone stepped up and knocked the arrogant asshole down a peg or two. And who better to do it than the nerd he loved bullying every day? 

And so, Jeremy devised a plan to rid Jared of the one thing he loved more than trolling: his muscles.  Jeremy scoured through his massive collection of fantasy books and trinkets, searching for the magic he would need to pull off his plan. There were plenty of naysayers who didn't believe in magical powers, but Jeremy was never one of those muggles. He believed in magic ever since he was a kid and never stopped, even as he grew up. 

After extensive searching, Jeremy finally found a very old book of spells from back when he used to play D&D. The book puffed out a cloud of dust as Jeremy opened it for the first time in forever. An eerie smile emerged on Jeremy’s face as he read up on a spell designed to reverse a character’s stats and build. It was exactly what he needed to get revenge on Jared. 

Once he memorized how to perform the spell, Jeremy left for the gym that same night. Just as expected, Jared was there too. 

Luckily for Jeremy, the gym was empty that Saturday night, save for about a dozen people. The fewer potential witnesses, the better. 

Jared was busy hitting shoulders in the free weights area. Jeremy positioned himself so that he was just across from him in the cardio section. He had a clear shot of him. Once he was sure there was absolutely nobody watching, Jeremy set his plan into action. He used his fingernail to scratch the tip of his pointer finger until he bled out a couple of drops, then smeared it with his thumb and forefinger. Once that was done, Jeremy focused on his target and recited the spell. 

aketay awayyay isthay ansmay onfidencecay ybay urningtay imhay intoyay ethay ingthay ehay ateshay ethay ostmay

Jeremy’s finger shined a brilliant red as he finished casting the spell. A beam of light shot out of him as soon as he recited the last syllable, heading directly towards Jared. Jeremy smiled maniacally, knowing he was finally going to get his revenge after years of torment, though unfortunately, his pleasure was only short-lived. His smile faded as he watched Jared bend over to pick up a dumbbell, causing the spell to miss its intended target. Instead, the light hit the mirror, ricocheted, and hit Jeremy square in the chest, knocking him off the treadmill. 

God-DAMN IT!! How could I mess up such an easy shot!?

Jeremy writhed in agony. He couldn’t believe his plan failed just because of a little timing slip-up. Red with embarrassment, Jeremy forced himself to get up despite the great pain he was in. As he rushed over to the guy’s locker room to hide himself, the spell activated. 

Jeremy held his arms to his stomach as an intense wave of nausea washed over him. A strange warmth was radiating from his torso. His walking speed slowed as Jeremy found himself suddenly struggling to breathe. Low groans and growls escaped his mouth as his chicken legs exploded with body mass growth. It felt like his legs were on fire! The muscle fibers in his legs broke down and grew back rapidly until he had legs as strong and thick as a horse. Confused at what was going on, Jeremy looked down and audibly gasped when he saw his upper body transforming right before his very eyes. 

His chest puffed out as his pectorals grew and grew until he had a nice, firm set of daddy milkers. His shoulder span nearly doubled in length as the muscles in his back rapidly tore and regrew back within a matter of minutes. His arms thickened and hardened with muscle mass too. His once pencil-thin arms had become absolute cannons with biceps the size of melons and veins throbbing with strength. With a set of washboard abs to boot, Jeremy had become an insanely ripped bodybuilder— completely unrecognizable from his former skinny and weak nerd self. 

“Nnnn… What’s happening to me…!?” Jeremy huffed out a moan as forced himself to keep moving. He powered through the transformation pain and made it to the locker room where he could be alone. With bated breath and blurry vision, Jeremy stumbled over to the nearest mirror in the locker room. He looked at himself in the mirror while using the counter to hold himself up, and his jaw dropped when he saw his reflection.

“No, this wasn’t supposed to happen… Is that me? And since when did I become so… Jacked?”

Jeremy’s shocked expression morphed into a grin as he inspected his new body. Although he was never a fan of the muscular jock look, his tone quickly changed now that he was the buff one admiring himself in the mirror. He was practically purring with delight as he ran his hands over his arms, savoring the feeling of new, firm muscle on his body. Jeremy's original nerdy personality began fading away with every flex of his new muscles, leaving space for his new cocky gym bro attitude.

Then, wanting to get an even better look at his body, Jeremy stripped down to just his underwear. 

“Heheheh… Just LOOK AT MY MUSCLES BRO! I’M A GREEK GOD NOW!”

His voice boomed with newfound confidence as he spent well over half an hour just checking himself out. As he struck the double bicep pose, a sudden head pain brought Jeremy back down to reality. 

“Huh? What the hell am I doing?” Jeremy thought to himself. He massaged his forehead as he thought about the answer to his own question. However, the more he thought about it, the more questions about who he was began to pop up. 

“Who am I? What’s my name? What do I like? What do I dislike?”

He thought long and hard, but couldn’t find anything. It was like his own brain had been enshrouded in a deep fog. He kept thinking and thinking until for a brief moment, he had a glimpse of what seemed like an old memory. He was… Jeremy Nguyen? And he liked… video games, anime, and fantasy books— 

He shook his head. There was no way that description was right. He wasn’t a fucking nerd. Far from it. He took a deep breath and tried remembering his identity again. This time, the correct info came flowing in like water. 

His name was Isaac Nguyen and to him, working out wasn’t just a hobby but a lifestyle and a passion. He played football both in high school and in college, then dedicated his time and energy to bodybuilding once he graduated. His body was like a golden medal to him. It was his pride and joy, and he loved nothing more than getting a good pump and flexing in the mirror whenever he had the chance. 

With his new identity securely established in his mind and spirit, Isaac stepped out of the locker room to finish his upper body workout for the day. As he made his way to the free weights area, he noticed some scrawny dude with glasses struggling to curl a 10-pound dumbbell. Isaac had to stifle a laugh as he walked past him. 

“Heh, can’t even lift the beginner weight, what a fucking loser… Bet he spends all his time playing video games with his other dork friends. God, I can’t stand these kinds of dudes…”

As Isaac finished that thought, he ran into an old friend he hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Oh shit, Jared! Where ya been, bro!?”

“Long time no see, man! Looking swole as always, big guy!!” Jared responded. 

The two men pulled each other in for a bro hug. As they pulled away, Isaac felt himself hating the man he just shook hands with. It was weird. Like he had some sort of deep-rooted resentment against Jared. But that couldn’t possibly be right. Isaac and Jared were best bros since they joined the football team together back in freshman year of high school. They were basically the kings of the school back in the day! 

Yes, that’s right… Isaac was a jock, just like Jared. He had always been one. Never a nerd. 

Never.

“Bet you thought you’d never see me again, huh?”

Mark squeezed his small frame through the half-opened door and into Alex’s flat, taking advantage of his confusion.

“Do I know you?”

“Oh don’t you now? You fucking twat, you were going to take the exam then give my body back but you fucked off.”

A sly grin formed in Alex’s face, “How did you find me?”

“Well, I have my ways. Being in a stranger’s body also helps.”

“So I see. Never took you for the twink type. It is a nice change, I have to say. You really are cute, wait… does this mean you’re gay now?”

“Laugh all you want, I knew I was never gonna get anywhere in your body with my brain. I bumped into this kid on the street one day, he was drunk and small enough to get him to agree to the switch without getting my ass kicked. Figured I had a better chance at life as a stupid twink than a brainless nerd.”

“Haha, well, it was all your fault really. How could you be so stupid to think I was gonna give it back? And what makes you think I’m gonna do it now?”

“Like I said, I have my ways.”

Alex laughed in disbelief “you deserve this!” he said while demeaningly pointing at Mark’s body and then, after a kiss on the cheek and a very patronising spank, he added “Now be a good twink and I’ll let you suck my dick. Hell, I may even pity fuck you.” He grabbed the bulge on his jeans, “I know you want it.”

“I believe you’ve laughed enough, it’s my turn now.”

Their points of view shifted in a bright flash of green light and Alex knew he was screwed. He felt like crying but this would’ve only added to his embarrassment so he tried to remain calm and put his thoughts straight then maybe he could talk his way out this.

“So tell me, Mark, if you figured out a way to switch with people without their agreement, why didn’t you try finding a better body? I mean, I’ve taken good care of yours and it is greatly impressive, but I don’t know, I’m sure you could’ve easily found someone better or with a lot more money.”

“Oh I know. I guess It was more of a personal vendetta kind of thing, stealing some rando’s body wouldn’t have been nearly as satisfying.” Mark walked to the mirror to take a closer look at his own face. It had been so long. “You’ve taken good care of my body, honestly, I’m impressed.”

“But aren’t you going to miss this? It’s such a nice body, so soft, and look at this perky bum, it’s so smooth!” Alex slid his hands down his tight jeans to feel his new body up, thinking he could still convince Mark to switch them back, “looks like he’s got money too. Sure you want to give that up?”

“You are right, that is such a cute body, let’s have a proper look, shall we?” Mark proceeded to undress Alex and made him twirl as he tapped his bum, “I’ve had such fun in this body” He grabbed Alex’s bum more fiercely and slowly started to slide a finger down his cheeks but stopped when he noticed Alex’s nervous excitement “Oh, I’ve trained it so well.”

“So what now? You just gonna leave me in this kid’s body to figure out things on my own? Can you at least tell me who I am now? Help me out a bit?” Alex’s voice broke, he could feel his strength fading as his new reality started to sink in.

“Name’s Michael but you like being called Mikey and you’re 20 now, but don’t worry too much about it, I plan to keep you around.”  

“What about the life I’ve built these past years? My girlfriend?”

I’d been living in the building for about four months when I first noticed the way my next-door neighbor Kevin looked at me.

Mid-to-late fifties, silver hair cropped short, always dressed in either crisp button-downs or very nice workout clothes. Even on the days he clearly wasn’t trying, he looked put together. Every time we passed each other in the narrow hallway, he’d stop, smile that slow, easy smile, and find some reason to chat. The weather. The new gym down the block. Whether I’d tried the Thai place on the corner. His eyes would linger just a second too long on my shoulders, my arms, the way my tank top clung after a boxing session. I wasn’t stupid. I knew exactly what those glances meant.

I wasn’t interested. Not really. Kevin was handsome for his age — tall, still broad in the chest, with a deep voice that carried easy confidence — but he was over thirty years older than me. I just wasn’t into that.

Still, the attention was flattering. A man like him could probably pull plenty of guys my age if he wanted. He didn’t push, didn’t make it weird, so I just smiled back, kept the conversations short, and went about my business.

Then one Thursday night, close to midnight, there was a knock on my door.

I was sprawled on the couch in gym shorts and a hoodie, half-watching Netflix and half-scrolling on my phone, when the sound startled me. I figured it was the delivery guy with the wrong apartment again. Instead, when I opened the door, Kevin was standing there in a dark sweater, looking unusually nervous.

“Hey, Gio,” he said, voice low. “Sorry to bother you this late. Mind if I come in for a minute?”

I hesitated, then stepped aside. “Yeah, sure. Everything okay?”

He walked in, hands in his pockets, and glanced around my living room.

He didn’t sit down.

“I’ve been thinking about how to say this,” he started, then gave a short laugh. “There’s no graceful way, so I’ll just be direct.”

I raised an eyebrow, folding my arms across my chest. Here it comes.

But instead of the expected confession, Kevin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small, sleek device — black, palm-sized, with a glowing blue ring around the edge. It looked like something out of a sci-fi movie.

“This is, uh… this is a Chronovac,” he said, holding it up. His fingers trembled slightly as he turned it in his hands. “It, um… it can change things about reality. Like… swap stuff.”

He swallowed hard, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“I can swap people’s ages… temporarily. Or, or, or permanently if you want, I guess. It’s been a long time since I’ve used it, but since you moved in I just… I don’t know, you seemed like the right kind of guy who might… who might want to give it a try?”

I stared at him.

Kevin nodded quickly, eyes flicking between the device and my face.

“Yeah. It could make me be in my mid twenties again. And you’d… you’d become sixty-one,” he said.

Damn. He was even older than I’d realized—and he still kept himself in incredible shape.

“…Just for the weekend, if that’s all you’re comfortable with. I know it sounds completely insane. It’s just… it’s been so long, and I’ve really been craving it. With someone like you.” The pieces clicked together in my head, and I almost laughed. This had to be some elaborate joke. Or maybe the guy was having a midlife crisis and this was his weird way of flirting. Either way, it was ridiculous.

“You’re serious,” I said, half question, half statement.

“Dead serious.” He turned the device slowly in his hands, thumb brushing over the glowing ring. There was something hungry in his eyes now, something raw and long-denied. Something in his face confirmed to me he wasn’t kidding.

I thought about it—really thought about it. About what sixty-one would feel like sitting on my frame. About the weight of those extra decades suddenly pressing into my bones, my skin, my cock. My mouth went dry.

Finally, I let out a slow breath.

“Alright,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

Kevin’s face lit up with pure relief, edged with something darker and hotter. “You’re sure? No pressure if it’s too weird—”

“I’m sure. Just the weekend, right? We swap back Sunday night?”

“Right.”

He stepped closer, close enough that I could smell the faint, expensive scent of his cologne mixed with warm skin. He held the Chronovac between us, pressed his thumb to the glowing ring. A soft chime filled the room.

“Ready?” he asked, voice husky.

I nodded.

The device hummed to life. A warm, heavy pressure bloomed deep in my chest, then surged outward like liquid heat flooding every vein. My vision blurred for a heartbeat. When it cleared, the world felt… different. Heavier.

My shoulders were still broad, but the muscle sat differently now—denser, more substantial. My arms looked thicker, the veins less razor-sharp, the skin just a little looser over the bulk. And I was covered in a thick layer of hair.

I looked back over at him. Across from me stood a version of Kevin I’d never imagined.

Twenty-seven years old, and fucking stunning.

“Fuck…” he whispered, voice now younger, smoother, and full of energy. He ran both hands over his new chest, then down his flat stomach, clearly savoring every inch. His fingers lingered at the waistband of his shorts, tracing the sharp V-lines. A wide, almost boyish grin spread across his bearded face. “This feels even better than I remembered.”

I cleared my throat. My voice came out deeper, rougher, with a slight gravelly edge that hadn’t been there before. “Jesus, Kevin… you’re really sixty-one, I swear I never would’ve thought you were that old?” I said, feeling up my new body.

“Sixty-one last month,” he said, still staring at his new arms like he couldn’t believe they were his. He rolled his shoulders and laughed softly. “God, I missed this. The energy. The way everything just… moves.”

He stepped closer to the mirror hanging by the door and turned sideways, checking out his profile.

Meanwhile, I was still trying to get used to the new balance in my own body. I shifted my weight and felt the subtle difference in my posture. My back didn’t hurt exactly, but it felt… like it had carried a lot of years.

Kevin turned back to me, eyes bright with excitement. “How do you feel?”

“Weird,” I admitted, running a hand over my new jaw. The stubble was coarser, the skin a little rougher. “Heavier. But not bad. Just… different.”

He smiled. “Well you look good, Gio. Really good. That silver looks sharp on you.”

It was already one in the morning, so eventually he slipped back to his own apartment. The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with a body that was and wasn’t mine.

I stood there for a long minute, then walked slowly to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I turned sideways, ran a hand over the new softness of my stomach, tested the solid weight of my arms. I lifted my shirt and studied the thicker chest hair, the gentler swell of my midsection, the way my shoulders still carried a lifetime of muscle even if the sharp definition had mellowed into something heavier, more mature.

It was weird. Surreal, even.

But as I stood there flexing my hands and feeling the quiet, grounded strength still humming beneath the surface, a strange sense of relief settled deep in my chest. If this was a glimpse of my future… it didn’t feel bad at all.

—

Sunday evening, just after eight, there was a knock on my door. Kevin — well twenty-seven-year-old Kevin — stepped inside with a bright, almost boyish grin.

“Hey,” he said, voice smooth and energetic. “I just need to thank you again before we switch back. That was… incredible. Best weekend I’ve had in years.”

He looked flushed, like he’d just come from the gym or maybe from somewhere more exciting.

“I hope it wasn’t too much of a paid for you” he said.

“Not at all, it was actually… enlightening,” I replied. My voice came out deeper and steadier than it had been just a few days earlier. “I guess we have to swap back. I’ve got work in the morning, and I don’t know what they’d do if I showed up as a sixty-one-year-old version of myself.”

Kevin nodded, already pulling the Chronovac from his pocket. “You’re right. Real life calls.” As he toggled with the settings, I asked, “What else can that thing do, anyway?”

He took a shaky breath, still fiddling with the device, eyes fixed on the glowing ring instead of me. “A lot, actually. Age swaps are just the beginning. It can tweak personality traits — make someone more outgoing, more disciplined, more… submissive, whatever you want. It can shift sexualities, heighten or dull certain drives. Hell, it can even do full body swaps. I’ve only really played with the lighter stuff like the age swaps, but yeah… the potential is… it’s wild.” Just as he finished speaking, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring like he was wrestling with something. The air between us thickened again. Before he could press it, I stopped him.

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. My heart was pounding hard enough that I could feel it in my thicker chest. “What if we didn’t swap back right away?”Just as hew as finished toggling, he paused, thumb hovering over the glowing ring, as if he was thinking. Before he could say anything, I stopped him and asked

“Wait,” I said, my deeper voice cutting through the tension. “Instead of just swapping our ages back… what if you took my real body for the whole week? You could go out into the world and actually be me. Go to my job at the warehouse, hang with my friends, live a real twenty-seven-year-old’s life.”

Kevin blinked, his borrowed young face flashing surprise. “Gio… that’s a big step. I don’t want to take advantage—”

“You’re not,” I cut in, stepping closer. “I’m offering. You seemed really happy just now, and I didn’t exactly hate being older. We can’t stay age swapped forever since we both have real lives to get back to this week, but there’s nothing saying we can’t fill in for each other. Why not let the fun last a little longer?”

He hesitated, fully wanting to take me up on it, but his eyes searching my older face for any sign of doubt. They didn’t find any. Finally, he let out a slow breath. “Alright. If you’re really sure.”

He adjusted the settings on the Chronovac, the blue light pulsing brighter. “Full body swap it is.”

The hum was deeper this time, almost electric, vibrating through my bones. A rushing sensation pulled at every part of me—bones, skin, muscle, even the rhythm of my heartbeat and the flicker of memories at the edge of my mind. When it finally stopped, I was staring at myself from across the room.

Perfect copy. My face, my build, my tattoos, even the small scar above my left eyebrow from that bad sparring session two years ago. Kevin was now me, completely.

And I was him.

Every inch of Kevin’s sixty-one-year-old body—which I had to admit was far more impressive than the sixty-one-year-old version of me had been—was now mine.

He flexed my fingers, rolled my shoulders, and grinned with my mouth. “Holy shit. This feels… fantastic. Your body feels so much more sensitive than mine. I feel so fucking horny right now.”

My original frame was a bit shorter than the twenty-seven-year-old version he’d just had, but he seemed to love the difference in build. As I watched him move around my apartment, testing the lighter, more agile limbs, something hot and unnameable stirred deep in my gut. I couldn’t quite place it, but I liked that he was me now. It was distinctly different from the age swap. This… this was him pretending to be me. Knowing he would go see my friends later, talk like me, move like me, live my life—it made my thicker cock twitch with a rush I wasn’t ready to admit out loud.

We parted ways again, except this time I went back to Kevin’s apartment and he stayed in mine.

Even though it was only Sunday night at 9 pm by the time we’d finished the full body swap, Kevin had clearly wasted no time. I had barely settled onto his couch — still getting used to the weight of his broader frame and the way his legs stretched out longer than mine used to — when I heard the front door of my apartment open and close next door. Then voices. A girl’s light laugh, followed by Kevin’s — my — voice, smooth and confident, saying something low that made her giggle again.

I sat there in the dark, the only light coming from the faint glow of the city outside the window, and listened.

The sounds were unmistakable.

Low laughter turning into soft moans. The rustle of clothes hitting the floor. The rhythmic creak of my bed as they moved onto it. Her gasps growing sharper, breathier. And his deep voice — my voice — encouraging her, telling her how good she felt, how tight she was, how he wanted to hear her moan louder.

He fucked her hard and loud.

The headboard started banging steadily against the shared wall, each thrust punctuated by her cries and his low, satisfied grunts. I could picture it perfectly: my younger, athletic body moving with that cocky new energy he’d already picked up, hips snapping forward, sweat glistening on my old skin.

I sat on Kevin’s couch, heart pounding, something strange and warm stirring deep in my gut. He was fucking as me.

My hand moved almost on its own. I reached down, pushed aside the loose sweatpants I was wearing, and wrapped my fingers around Kevin’s cock — thicker, heavier than mine had been, already half-hard from listening. I started stroking slowly at first, matching the rhythm I could hear through the wall.

As Kevin picked up the pace next door, I picked up mine.

Every time the headboard slammed against the wall, I stroked in unison. His groans grew deeper, more urgent. The girl was practically whimpering now, begging him not to stop. My own breathing grew ragged, chest rising and falling heavily in this older body.

When Kevin finally came — letting out a loud, guttural groan that echoed through the thin walls, followed by the sound of him bracing himself against the wall with one hand to steady himself — I came too.

Hot spurts landed across my stomach and chest, thick and warm. I bit back a groan of my own, thighs tensing as the orgasm rolled through me, leaving me panting in the dark.

For a long minute afterward, I just sat there, cum cooling on my skin, listening to the muffled sounds of them catching their breath, soft laughter, the murmur of voices. Then the apartment next door went quiet.

I looked down at the mess on Kevin’s stomach — my stomach now — and let out a slow, shaky breath.

This was only the first night.

—

A week — and what sounded like numerous fuck sessions with different girls and guys — later, Kevin knocked on my door again — or rather, on his old door this time.

He looked a little sheepish but energized, shifting his weight from one foot to the other like he couldn’t quite decide whether to smile or look guilty. My face looked good on him — flushed from whatever workout or adventure he’d just come from, eyes bright.

“Time to swap back?” he asked, rubbing the back of my neck with a familiar gesture.

I shook my head, smiling with Kevin’s calm, older face. The expression felt natural now, steady and knowing. “Nah. You’re welcome to stay like that a bit longer if you want.”

He laughed softly, the sound warm and young coming from my throat. “I appreciate it, Gio, but I wouldn’t want to do that to you — steal your youth like that. It’s generous, but no. Let’s get you back in your body.”

We swapped back. I had to admit, being back in my twenty-seven-year-old frame felt good — though I’d miss something about being Kevin, thats for sure.

So before he left, I just had to ask, “Hey… can I hang on to the Chronovac for a little while? Just to understand it a bit more.”

Kevin hesitated only a second, then handed it over. “Sure. Just… be careful with it. And bring it back when you’re done.”

The next night, alone in my apartment, I powered the device on and scrolled through the advanced options until I found the personality settings. I selected Kevin’s profile and made careful adjustments: a strong, growing craving for youth. A quiet voice in his head that would make him regret turning down the offer. I hit confirm.

Less than twenty-four hours later, there was an urgent knock on my door.

Kevin stood there, eyes wide, breathing a little fast. My body looked tense on him, shoulders tight, like he’d been pacing before he worked up the nerve to come over.

“Gio… I changed my mind,” he said, voice low and urgent. “I want to swap again. Please. Just for a little while longer. I can’t stop thinking about it.”

I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest, and raised an eyebrow with a teasing smile. “Really? I thought you didn’t want to steal my youth.”

He flushed, shifting on his feet, my face turning a shade darker. “Oh please, I didn't really say that, did I? Come on, man. I was being polite before. I want this. I need it.”

I watched him for a moment, enjoying the hunger in his eyes — hunger I’d put there.

Then I picked up the Chronovac, adjusted the settings back to full body swap, and held it between us.

“Alright,” he said. “If you’re sure.”

The device hummed to life again.

—

A few days later, while he was out “being me” at the gym, I opened the Chronovac again. This time I went deeper into the personality settings. I dialed up the cockiness — just a notch at first. Made him a little more arrogant about how good he looked now, how much attention he got, how naturally the role of young, hot boxer fit him. I added a strong, swelling desire not just to be young, but to be me — to own my life completely.

I hit confirm and waited.

It didn’t take long to see the changes.

He started walking with more swagger when he passed my door. He’d knock, lean against the frame with my arms crossed, and smirk with my mouth like he owned the hallway. “Fuck, man, it is so easy to get laid as you,” he’d say, voice dripping with new confidence. “Girls at the gym are practically throwing themselves at me. Some of your boxing buddies keep checking me out on the DL too — I fucked that guy Connor actually. He's in the closet and apparently loves the taste of your cock.”

I’d just smile with Kevin’s calm, older face and nod. “Glad you’re enjoying it.”

One evening, we ran into each other in the building gym and I asked casually, “You ready to swap back soon?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Nah, no way. Sorry, I’m having way too much fun. Can we stay like this just a bit longer?”

I played it up after that. Every few days I’d sigh and tell him I really wanted my body back, that I missed my own routine, my friends, my fights. He’d get this desperate look in my eyes and start begging.

“Come on, Gio, please,” he’d say, stepping closer, voice low and urgent. “Just a little more time. I need this. You don’t understand how good it feels. I’ll do anything — just don’t make me give it back yet.”

The more I pretended to hesitate, the more he begged. It was addictive watching him squirm inside my skin.

And every single night, without fail, he came home with another fuckable young guy or girl. Each time I lay there in Kevin’s bed in the dark, listening through the thin walls, a warm thrill would roll through my borrowed body. I’d hear my own voice commanding some girl to take it deeper, rough and confident, or sometimes a guy’s low groan calling him a good boy while he got fucked harder.

I’d lie there stroking Kevin’s thicker cock slowly, letting the sounds wash over me.

I liked watching “Gio” own my life. No — I loved it.

One quiet evening, after another marathon session next door, I decided it was time to push further.

I picked up the Chronovac and went all in on Kevin’s profile. I cranked the craving until it was overwhelming: an all-consuming need to be me forever.

Then I waited.

Two nights later, I woke up to a faint noise in the living room. I got up, moving with Kevin’s heavier steps, and found him — my body, my face — crouched by the coffee table where I’d left the device. He had it in his hands. Before I could say anything, he raised it high and smashed it hard against the edge of the table. Plastic cracked. The blue ring flickered once and died.

He looked up at me, eyes wild with triumph and lust.

For a second I just stood there, staring at him —chest heaving, sweat already glistening on my old skin from the adrenaline. He had made it permanent.

And it turned me on so fucking much I couldn’t think straight.

I crossed the room in two strides, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and shoved him back against the wall. “You little shit,” I growled with Kevin’s deep, authoritative voice, pretending to be furious even as my cock thickened in my borrowed sweatpants. “You really think you can steal my life? What the fuck!?”

He grinned — my grin, sharp and defiant — and didn’t even try to push me away.

I spun him around, pressing his chest to the wall, yanking his shorts down with one rough hand. “You’re such a greedy, selfish piece of shit,” I snarled hotly against his ear, freeing my thicker, heavier cock. It was already leaking, the fat head slick as I rubbed it up and down his crack, teasing his hole. “Stealing my youth, my face, my tight fucking ass… acting like you own it now.”

He moaned loudly, pushing back against me with desperate hunger, his hole twitching against the head of my cock. “Do it,” he gasped, voice cracking with need.

I didn’t need more invitation.

I shoved inside him raw and deep, one hard thrust that made us both groan. He was tight, hot, and already rocking back to meet every stroke. I fucked him right there against the wall, one hand gripping his hip, the other braced beside his head.

“Fuck… you feel that?” I growled between savage thrusts, my voice thick and ragged with lust. “That’s what you get for thinking you could just take what’s mine. Stealing my cock, my life, my fucking future—now you’re getting fucked by the old man whose body you trapped me in.” He was whimpering, pushing back harder, his own cock—my cock—leaking steadily against the wall as I railed him. “Yes—fuck yes—keep going,” he begged, voice hoarse. “Harder. Ruin me. I don’t care—I made it permanent because I needed this. Needed to be you. Needed your life.”

The confession, the sheer filthy greed in his words, sent a white-hot spike of arousal through me. I fucked him even harder, deeper, grinding against his prostate with every brutal snap of my hips. The knowledge that there was no way back—that he had destroyed any chance of returning—made the pleasure darker, more intense. I was trapped in Kevin’s mature, powerful body, balls-deep in my own stolen young form, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. I didn’t last long. The tight clench of his ass, the way my own body was milking me so perfectly, the raw, taboo thrill of it all pushed me over the edge fast.

With a deep, guttural roar I buried myself to the hilt and came hard inside him, pulsing again and again in thick, heavy ropes. I flooded my own stolen body with Kevin’s load, filling him until it started leaking out around my cock with every shallow thrust.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavy, bodies slick with sweat, my cock still twitching inside him as the last spurts drained out.

Then he turned his head just enough to smirk at me over his shoulder—my own face flushed, lips parted, eyes glazed with satisfaction and filthy victory.

“Worth it,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “So fucking worth it.”

I'm sitting on top of my jock roommate's stomach, Kenzo Nguyen, straddling him with each leg on his side as I stare down at him. I lift one of his muscular arms, making him flex.

"You look so cute like this," I say, Kenzo just continue frozen as he stares unblinkingly at my crotch. I gently caress his handsome, blank face—not a single brain activity behind those eyes.

My hands are resting on his huge pecs. Until I twist his right nipple through his shirt, and his mouth opens almost instantly.

I just love doing this! I start to twist his nipple from one side to another, watching his mouth open and close each time. It kinda looked like he was having a conversation on mute. Since he can't speak anymore, I decided to speak for him. So I continue making him open and close his mouth as I make a mocking imitation of his deep jock voice.

"Ooh I'm a big duuuuumb jock who was turned into a brainless vessel by my roommate's tiny alien friend. I belong to my roommate now since the alien left me as a gift to him. I love being your toy, Masteeeeeer."

I can't help but laugh at how silly he looks. I let go of his nipple, leaving him with his mouth agape, then pull down my shorts, freeing my painfully hard cock in front of his face.

I twist his nipple again, this time making a silly high-pitched voice for him, "Please let me suck your delicious cock, Master!"

"Alright, just because you said please." I slowly insert my cock into his mouth, until I'm deep down his tight and warm throat. I could cum just from this, but I know I could make it even better.

"Activate tongue swirling mode."

And just like that, his tongue comes to life and swirls rapidly around my cock. I leave a broken moan, this is the fucking best! And to think, just a few weeks ago, Kenzo was a cocky, arrogant punk of a roommate who treated me like his maid.

I was just the weird roommate who cleaned his mess for him. All Kenzo cared about was partying with his friends and spending time with his—now ex—girlfriend. And I hated how nervous and awkward I would always get around him. I knew it was because I found him extremely hot, but that didn't make me stop hating him any less.

Luckily, a friendly and very tiny alien called Mekklo, landed his small spaceship at my window in the middle of the night, asking me for a body to stay over for a few weeks. The alien was surprised at how quickly I suggested Kenzo's body to him.

Mekklo had with him advanced alien technology, so he entered Kenzo's mouth while he was sleeping and started building a small control room inside Kenzo's skull. It was hot to watch Kenzo spasm and twitch on the bed for three days. The alien would come out of Kenzo's mouth holding the parts of Kenzo that he considered useless, like his free will, ego, personality... I had to take it and throw it in the trash each time he came with a new piece.

During these three days, I was also in charge of keeping Kenzo's body hydrated and fed, which meant I had to pour water into his mouth and chew the food for him.

On the third day, the alien finished building the control room that now occupied 70% of Kenzo's head. We had lots of fun together, with the alien now controlling Kenzo, we went outside, and I showed him the wonders of Earth and of the flesh. The alien liked the idea of topping me, so I was fucked by Kenzo almost every day.

One time Mekklo fell asleep inside the command room while Kenzo was fucking me, and forgot to turn him off as he continued thrusting his huge cock into me non stop. I fell asleep on the bed with Kenzo mindlessly fucking a pillow on my side. In the morning Kenzo was still stuck in mid fucking mode, this time drenched in sweat and panting harder. The sheets and pillow under him was completely soaked in sweat and cum.

I took my time licking his sweaty pecs and armpits as he fucked the pillow. Inside Kenzo's head, Mekklo woke up startled when a red warning started to sound on the command room screens, warning him about Kenzo being about to pass out from dehydration and exhaustion.

Eventually, the alien had to go back to his world, leaving Kenzo as my personal meat robot as a gift.

Kenzo's tongue suddenly stops moving. Damn it! Just when I was getting close. This happens sometimes, but I know how to fix it... Well, not fix it, but it always works.

I slap his head hard on the side. Nothing. I slap it again, now two consecutive times on the top. Finally, his tongue is back to swirling again.

I cum down his throat just a few minutes later and pull out of his mouth as I pant and stare down at him. His mouth is still open as a bit of cum oozes out. His tongue still moving in circles.

As I get off him, I get ready to shower and eat something. After a long and relaxing shower, I go to the kitchen to prepare something to eat. I don't mind putting clothes on, It's not like I share this apartment with another person anymore.

It's refreshing to see the kitchen so clean. Sometimes I forget that Kenzo is just as lifeless as the fridge. After eating, I returned to the living room and was scared for a second when I saw Kenzo vibrating his entire body on the couch, as if he were a phone.

A wide smile forms on my face, and I go back on top of him; I immediately twist his left nipple, and he stops vibrating.

"Greetings! This is Mekklo of planet Xyrion-5. Finally you asnwered my call, Earth Friend. Do you hear me?" Kenzo asks with a robotic voice.

"Mekklo! How are you doing, buddy? I was just having fun with your gift."

"Sorry, I can't hear you well. Please use the mic."

I pull down Kenzo's underwear, and his big cock springs free—still hard from the night before. I wrap my fingers around his shaft and lean in, bringing my mouth closer.

"I asked how are you doing," I repeat, speaking to his cock as I watch Kenzo’s blank face.

"I can hear it clearly now. I'm doing great. Just called to check on my Earthling friend. It's been a few days since the last time we talked. How are you enjoying my gift?" Kenzo asks, his face still empty.

"I was just playing with him before you called. It's great that you called, I wanted to talk with you about his problem. He is shutting down more frequently lately. Before, I just had to slap his head one time, now, I have to slap him two or three times to make him work again. I'm not letting him go out alone on autopilot anymore, I'm afraid that he will freeze while I'm not there to make him function again."

"I understand your concerns, Earthling friend. No need to worry — I shall return to Earth next month, according to your Earth calendar. I will fix the problem once I'm there."

"Are you coming back? That's amazing."

"I am. The council was very pleased with my reports on Earth. But while I'm away, I want to have some fun like we used to have."

Suddenly, Kenzo stood up from the couch, standing at attention, his huge cock pointing straight. With stiff, robotic movements, he lifted one arm up, then the other followed, exposing his armpits. Then he lifted one leg in the air, standing on only one leg, he stood like that for a few seconds, then lost balance and fell over the abajur, dropping the abajur and a shelf with books on the way.

"Hey, careful!" I warn.

He quickly stood up, "Sorry... I'm still not used to controlling vessels from a distance. It's very tricky. It's a lot easier to control them straight from the control room."

Kenzo suddenly starts thrusting his cock against the couch as if he is humping it like a horny dog. I'm confused, but It's hot to watch.

"Oops, wrong button... I think this is the one I'm looking for..." Kenzo says, standing up. Then he starts peeing on the floor. "No, definitely not this one too," He says.

I sigh at the mess. I'm making him lick it clean later, I think to myself. Then he suddenly starts to dance sensually as if he was at a rave, his cock bouncing with each dancing movement.

"So you want to show me his dance moves?" I ask between chuckles.

"I don't, that was the wrong command again." He says with his hands behind his head and moving his hips in circles.

I just can't help but laugh at Kenzo doing all sorts of random things. He slapped himself, pinched his nipples, and made silly faces. Sensing that I should do something, I stood up and put my hands on his shoulders.

"What are you looking for?" I ask.

"I want to activate the blowjob act, but I can't find the combination. I want to watch you suck his cock. It makes me feel... excited."

"Why didn't you just ask me? You don't need a command for me to suck his cock. Here, let me help you," I say as I kneel in front of Kenzo. Looking up at him, I grab his limp hands and place them on either side of my head. I then take his cock into my mouth and start to suck. He simply looks down at me with that same blank expression.

Randy was quietly at home when suddenly he heard a knock at his door, without having the slightest idea of who it could be he got up to find out.

-Hello?" he said as he opened the door, but to his surprise there was nobody there. He felt a strange sensation and just before closing the door he looked at the floor and saw a package.

- “What could this be?”, but just as he picked it up he began to feel a strange sensation, something whispering to him to take that package inside his house, to which under that effect he took it inside.

He sat down on the sofa and opened it, there were three pictures of three people with majestic bodies.

Each one of them made him feel a strange but comforting sensation, but the one he felt that connection with the most was the brown-skinned man, who in a way he felt that he had a connection and similarity with him, checking the back he realized that the guy was a certain Brandon.

Without thinking he hung them on the walls, something was whispering to him what to do and he obediently followed those orders.

After that strange moment he continued with his daily routine, who was just going straight to the gym when the package happened, so he took his things and left, it seemed that nothing strange would happen after that, only that Brandon's painting began to produce a certain smell along with a not so visible haze.

Hours later Randy came back from the gym, he was tired of a productive day and he thought about spending a quiet night at home, but without knowing that his plans would change.

He entered his house and when he closed the door his nose perceived the smell that the painting had produced, Randy at the moment of realizing it began to feel dizzy but at the same time warm because it was not an ugly smell, rather something that gave him pleasure.

* “Come to me” whispered a voice directing him to Brandon's painting, each time he got closer he felt hornier, he was blinded by the sensation.

Already in front of the painting, he observed Brandon's majestic body, he longed for it so much and suddenly from the painting began to come out a green mist which was shooting straight to Randy's mouth and nose, he somehow realized what was happening, he wanted to fight, but the trance was too powerful, it had him dominated and forced him to accept all that greenish mist around him, after seeing that fighting was useless he accepted his destiny and began to feel hot when he felt it passing through his throat, filling his body.

As Randy accepted Brandon inside him, all the mist that the painting had produced moments before he would enter his house began to hover over his head and into his ears, the moment was so chaotic but at the same time so hot that Randy could never forget it, or maybe he could?

The last of the greenish mist had entered Randy's mouth to which he closed it along with his eyes, a silence filled the house as he stood still and quiet, suddenly he popped his neck and opened his eyes.

*Burrrrp!* as a bit of greenish mist came out of his mouth.

Randy didn't remember what had happened and was confused, he turned his gaze to the painting and saw that it was now empty and it was the moment where he would no longer be in control.

His body began to mold into a new one, his pecs were starting to grow, along with his biceps, thighs, legs and buttocks, abs were contorting giving way to new, defined abs.

The body began to grow helping her new changes look good as a whole.

Randy was already on the floor, he felt hot, confused without knowing what would happen to him and suddenly his face began to change, he was molding into a new one, but his changes were perfect because Brandon's face began to Manfertarse, he always knew that Randy would be the perfect victim for having those certain resemblances with him, he knew he was the chosen one and he was right because his facial features matched perfectly.

On the floor was no longer Randy, now it was Brandon in control of a new body, many years ago he had been trapped in those paintings with his 2 friends, he spent a long time locked up there and with the help of a person he had the opportunity to get to Randy's house and carry out his plan.

~ "Oh how good it feels to be in a physical body again *burrrrrrrrp*,

Don't worry my friends, very soon I will find the perfect victims for you, you will just have to wait for me to take my time to get used to this new body". He said as he flexed his pecs.

~ " and you Randy, my friend, you don't know what an honor this must be for you, you are now part of one of the greats hehehe, inside me you will always be horny and comfortable always and just the same you may be very useful to me very soon, but I will let you feel the glory for a long time, just let me add a little more facial hair while I flex some more".