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Imagine there is some random guy on Grindr who keeps writing to you. He not unattractive, but he’s just not your type and seems a little creepy from the way he writes so you just don’t respond.

The next day, you’re no longer in your young, slim body but you’re in his! You’re so hairy now and you can scratch your thick beard. You must easily be 40 now. You start feeling a little horny so you open Grindr. You look at the muscle hunks that you like but somehow you’re not interested in those. Your new body betrays your mind and you keep looking at the cute twinky boys. Somehow anyone older than 24 is a turn off for you now. You try and ignore it and do something else, but you’re just so horny now. 

Your mind says it’s a bad idea, but your body is stronger. You write to some cute twinks. “Hey boy, looking cute”. Most don’t respond. Normally you’d stop here, but you’re too horny. You can’t help it. You send some unsolicited dick pics. “Wanna sit on daddy’s lap?”

You've been pestering your closest work colleague for months to quit smoking. You hated the smell and your inputs were always well intentioned - you were just looking out for his health.

Apparently he didn't see it that way and he swapped your bodies so you could see it for yourself that it's not as easy as just stopping. The first hour or two were fine, but slowly this feeling started washing over you. Something was missing. You started feeling tense and anxious. Your hands felt empty. Your hands were instinctively reaching to your pockets. You were getting increasingly agitated, which was not like you at all. Your colleague passed you a pack of cigarette. The smell of tobacco felt so inviting. Surely one wouldn't hurt, right?

You lit up and all your tension washed away. The sense of relief almost felt euphoric. You hated yourself for feeling that way, but it was just one cigarette. Going cold turkey would always be hard. Maybe you should slowly reduce the number of cigarettes to help him quit for good.

A few days later and things were not looking good. The urge was too strong and you were paying out money every day for a new packs to satsify your cravings. You were addicted now and just couldn't help yourself. You sat at home contemplating what you'd become, but the more it aggrevated you, the deeper the drags you took. You were smoking like a pro now.

Martha walked over to her fiancé Mark who was enjoying the warmth of the sun on his muscular physique. For such a stunning woman, she appeared somewhat bashful as she approached the sun loungers in her bikini.

"Damn, you look stunning babe!" Said Mark to his soon-to-be wife.

"Thanks..." She retorted.

"Come on, don't be like that. Come here, take a seat next to me." Mark patted the vacant space between his legs and invited Martha to sit down. Once sat on the lounger, Mark wrapped a powerful arm around her and gave her a gentle kiss. "This was your idea, remember?"

Martha turned to look Mark in the eye. "I know, I know. But it's not quite what I had imagined. You seem to have settled in almost immediately as an Alpha male. And I just feel like an imposter right now..." The current Martha felt very exposed in her bikini and so fragile in comparison to Mark.

"Well..." said Mark as he gently rubbed a hand against Marta's thigh until he reached her most feminine area. "...maybe I'll just have to show you what it feels like to be a woman." Mark inserted two fingers into Martha and began to pleasure her. She knew exactly what to do, unless Mark previously who often fumbled. Mark's body reacted almost instantly as he began to get hard from the interaction. Martha also let out a soft moan and started to get wet.

You know, I'm generally pretty happy with my life. But lately it's been just that bit better. I'm not gay, I just like guys sometimes. And it sometimes sucks that I can't do anything about it without people getting the wrong idea, you know?

I'd started chatting with some guys online, not with my real pics obviously. I thought it would help. It didn't. It just got me all frustrated. Then my roommate kept flaunting in front of me how great it is to be gay and pissing me right off. He said he was just the same as always. Then it hit me. I was fucking jealous!

To make matters worse, he found out that I was catfishing with his pics and he got super mad. That's how he found out that I sometimes like guys. But he was surprisingly nice about it after that.

I thought he was mocking me when he suggested we could switch places for a bit and I could explore with guys a bit. But I couldn't lie, I was too curious.

It was crazy that we were able to jump into each other's bodies. I felt so light, but it was hot! And I could finally write with those guys and send selfies since I technically wasn't catfishing anymore. And since his body was gay, I needed to pretend to be gay now too 💁‍♂️ Seeing someone else in the mirror/camera is surprisingly hot too.

It started to become a bit of an addiction. We'd swap for a few hours here and there initially. Then I went on a few dates. Then we'd swap for the weekend. He seemed to enjoy it quite a lot too. We'd swapped rooms, sleep in each other's beds, go about each other's routines. It was really hot to pretend to be gay. I'm surprised how well he can handle my body too, but that just makes it all the hotter. He could pretend to be me so well.

And so it went on for weeks. Sometimes we'd swap for extended periods. I'm not sure what he loved so much about being me since he couldn't act on his impulses, but he did say he liked to blend in a bit more and people to just respect him immediately. I think I've put on some extra muscle since he took over too.

The next part I'm not so proud of, but I just couldn't help it. He said we could swap until Friday, because he had plans on Saturday. I pretended not to know, and agreed. Little did he know that my friends were suprising me with a trip. And so on Friday morning, he got picked up by my friends for a surprise guys weekend of drinking, gambling and possibly strippers.

He told me he was pissed and didn't want to pretend to be the straight guy all weekend, but he had no choice now. And I really didn't want to go. It's kinda not my thing anymore.

And besides, I wanted to stay as him for the weekend. It was the most important weekend of the year for Miles, so I definitely couldn't miss it. And with my roomie gone, I'd have the whole apartment to myself.😈🌈

Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.

My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.

This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.

And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.

I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.

He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.

Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.

Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.

He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!

With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.

I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.

Gary (in white) and Seb (in navy) were definitely a cute couple. They’d been together for several years and trusted and understood each other implicitly. 

But… after being together for so long, things in the bathroom had gotten, let’s say, a little boring and mundane. That was until a chance Instagram advert caught Gary’s eye. It was a couple’s retreat that guarantees to bring back excitement into the bedroom. Gary secretly had a few kinks but he was too shy to bring them up. Maybe this getaway would be the opportunity…

After a long-haul flight and transfer they finally arrived. The retreat was hidden away, but the jungle scenery was beautiful. It was the first time they’d been this far from home together, but it was an adventure that was worth it for their relationship. Upon arrival, they completed a few questionnaires about various aspects of their relationship, but really, they were just ready to sleep and start everything in the morning.

**

The next morning, Seb and Gary arose relatively early from their jetlag and made their way to their first appointment with their counsellor. He sat down with them and reviewed their responses. He took a deep sigh and said “hmmm, looks like we have some work to do here…” Both Gary and Seb looked at each other, not thinking that things could be so bad. “Looks like you need to experience your relationship from each other’s perspective.”

This raised eyebrows from both Gary and Seb, but before many questions could be asked, they were led to a meditation room and asked to lie down in sensory deprivation tanks. Both were a little bewildered but did as requested. 

The experience was surreal, no sound, no light, no feeling, no weight, just floating. In many ways, a disorienting experience. After an unknown period of time, the lid to the tank was once again removed.

Seb was the first to stand up and noticed immediately how everything seemed much smaller. That was, until he glanced over to see his own body getting out of the adjacent tank. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed, before covering his mouth - it was Gary’s dulcet voice. He looked down and recognized the muscles, the tattoo, the shorts that Gary had put on earlier that day.

The counsellor interrupted his spiralling thoughts. “We find one of the best ways to bring couples closer is to let them experience life from the other side of the relationship. Try it out for a few days and then we’ll set up an appointment for tomorrow, okay?” Then, without waiting for a response, “Great! Make sure to check out all the facilities this resort has. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them.” Seb glanced over to check Gary’s reaction, who was also mesmerized by his now much smaller frame.

Neither noticed the counsellor leave, leaving the two of them alone in the room to discuss the changes. Gary, used to being the biggest in the room was enjoying it a surprising amount. He’d always been well respected, which led to an instinctive level of self-confidence in all situations. Seb, used to be smaller and instinctively more cautious was less sure. Seeing such a large man so bashful was a rare sight. 

Gary was keen to test out his new slimmer body and suggested they get changed and head to the gym. Both headed to each other’s suitcase and pulled out some gymwear. Once again, Gary was quick to whip on his S tank top and was amazed that his feet slipped perfectly into the tiny shoes his boyfriend had packed. Seb searched through the clothes and got changed. Logically, he knew the XL tank top would fit, but he was still expecting it to be enormous. When he put it on though, it was even more of a squeeze than he was used to with his S! Now in couple look from the waist up, Seb pulled on some 3/4s and slipped his feet into the worn, lightly scented size 14 sneakers that Gary had packed.

“Ready, babe?” Gary asked, looking up to his former body. Seb nodded and they headed out. In the gym, they had the place to themselves. Gary was loving the feeling of being so light and enjoyed a longer cardio session - something that was often cumbersome in his normally large frame. Seb, reluctant as first, tried out the free weights, and was secretly enjoying the sheer weight he could lift now. 

Gary took a break from the treadmill and walked over to Seb. Gary took a seat on box and tried to spark conversation with Seb, who was still being shy and nervous. “Come on, relax, show me your big guns haha! Like this!” Gary flexed his smaller frame as an example.

Seb hesitated slightly, but after some former encouragement, he through a double bicep pose.

Feeling the sheer mass of his upper-body muscle was incredible. He felt so wide and pumped, like he wouldn’t fit through a door frame. He pondered about whether Gary felt like this all the time…

***

Working out had left them both hungry, so they went to get changed and grab some dinner. Seb was generally the one who tried to make the most effort when dressing for dinner, but today, he had to flick through whatever Gary had thrown into his suitcase last minute. He found a few simple things and got dressed. A plain black tshirt seemed very “Gary” to him at least. 

Meanwhile, Gary was a little overwhelmed of what to wear since Seb had brought at least twice the amount of clothes than him, but he chose something simple enough that he felt Seb would wear.

Even at dinner, everything felt off. Seb was shocked by the sheer quantity it took to satiate his appetite. Gary was starting to feel a little small and enjoying the whole swap thing less than before. Both were feeling further apart from each other than ever before. Each of them felt somewhat horny too, but couldn’t bring themselves to act upon their feelings. Each one was too overwhelmed and hesitant to act upon their urges.

The following morning, the awkward couple arose and made their way to their counselling session. Their rather direct counsellor opened the door to his consultation room and invited them to sit down.

"So," the counsellor began, "How was it having sex as each other?" Both men looked sheepish and dare not say that they hadn't had sex since the swap. Neither felt it was the right thing to do. "Oh, I see. Hmmmm, this won't do at all. Looks like we'll have to try another therapy."

Seb, the now gentle giant awkwardly who had the feeling of being back in detention, uttered "But, can't we just switch back already?"

The counsellor scoffed before replying "Well, if that's your wish, I suppose we can, but I have never failed my clients and I am not about to let that streak end here. But, if that's what you want, sure, we can head back to the tanks... but would you mind if we try one last thing? If it does not work, I promise you can swap back this evening." The couple looked at each other, and discussed as they did with all decisions, and knowing their had paid a lot for this retreat, they decided to go with the suggestion and hear the counsellor out.

The counsellor led them back to the same tanks from the previous day. Each man lay down in their respective tank and waited for the lid to close. Once again, all stimuli were cut off and they were just left floating in nothingness.

Slowly, Seb began hearing a deep voice. It must have been through a speaker in the tank, but in the absence of all other sounds and sensory cue, it bore deeply into his mind, as if it were coming from inside his mind. Though drifting in and out of consciousness, he did pick up some items "You are an alpha... you are a real man... you are superior...you were born to lead... it is your birth right... you wish to grow bigger... other men are born to serve you... they are born to follow rules... rules do not apply to you... you set the rules for others... you deserve to be worshipped... you love to fuck... you love to fuck lesser men.... that is their purpose in life... they are born to serve you..."

After an unknown period of time, the lid opened and Seb was awoken from his strange dream. The counsellor was waiting there for him. "So, how do you feel now?"

Seb looked down at his huge boyfriend's body and somehow felt much more normal. It even made him hard as he watched his forearms tense to his movements. "Actually, a lot calmer somehow..." Seb was too preoccupied to notice the grin appear on the counsellor face as he saw Seb standing taller and prouder than previously, his shoulder unfurled and dominant. The counsellor told Seb that Gary would need a little longer, so it might be an idea for Seb to go to workout, as the process can be supported through exercise. He agreed and went to get changed for the gym.

Meanwhile, Gary was having a similar experience. A woman's voice spoke softly to him. "You are submissive... you were born to serve other men...real men... you want to please them... this is your life's purpose...your pleasure derives from their pleasure... you wish to please them to be rewarded with their cock... you yearn for cock inside you...this is your true place in life...without a man and his rules, you are lost... you crave the structure he provides to make you whole..."

Some time later, the lid was opened and Gary stood up. "Where's Seb?" he asked, like a lost child, looking around with mild panic. The counsellor explained that he had gone to the gym to support the therapy. Gary also wanted to go, but the counsellor suggested he should relax - too much strenuous activity would be bad for him. He recommended he wait for Seb by the pool...

And so, Gary went to get changed for the pool. At first he put on some shorts, but reflected and thought Seb might prefer he wear some trunks. Gary checked himself out in the mirror and tried a few poses. Now he could see why Seb was normally trying to lose some body fat. Normally Gary was obsessed with getting bigger, but right now, he could see how dropping a little fat here and there would look so hot.

Gary headed to the pool and got comfortable, but he got quickly bored and decided to send Seb a cute selfie. Why was he feeling nervous?

Seb opened the message and replied:

"Ooooo, looking hot boy

"*babe

"I'm just finishing up at the gym. Be there soon."

Seb was having one of the best workouts of his life. He felt so strong and confident, invincible even. Gary meanwhile, found the pic of his former self so hot and masculine. Seb was really looking the part. And Gary's smaller cock twitched at the point of being called 'boy'.

Eventually, Seb came and found Gary by the pool. They acted and spoke like any other loving couple; a kiss on meeting, asking how the other was doing - a normal catch up on what was anything but a normal day.

Then Seb quickly turned the conversation in a different direction. "So anyway, I'm fucking horny after that workout so I've decided we need to have sex like this. Now."

Gary, taken aback by the switch of topics, but not at all against the idea - he was also keen to get fucked for some reason - took a moment to process the information. "What?"

Seb stood up and responded "Don't argue. Let's go back to the room." Seb walked to the room, without glancing back to see if Gary was following. He went into the room, stripped and lay on the bed, waiting to be serviced. Gary was all too happy to strip off and began sucking his former cock with great pleasure. To both of them it all just felt right. Gary requested permission to ride Seb, which he quickly granted, before Seb unloaded into his former ass. Gary, with so much pent up horniess, came without even jacking his cock. Both were beginning to understand each other, though in a slightly new, kinkier way.

*** 3 months later ***

Looking back, their retreat holiday really did fix up their relationship. The evening after they fucked each other's bodies, Seb, without asking Gary, told the counsellor that they wouldn't need to swap back just yet and that they were following his advise to understand each other better.

Seb remained non-committal about swapping back and 3 months later, they still haven't. For the trip home, they needed to swap names and passports, and since then, they haven't defaulted back either. The new Seb remembered how uncomfortable the economy seat was for his bigger frame on the outborund journez, so spent all his miles to update the new Gary to Business. He found the idea remarkably hot that Gary was upfront enjoying the perks of Business, while he was cramped in the back. But it just felt right.

Now back at home, Gary expects Seb to look after the house and look sexy at all time - which generally means no clothes for easy accessibilitz. And well, his shaven boy is just to his liking:

Gary, meanwhile, rarely needs to lift a finger for anything. He can just focus on getting bigger and ruling the roost among smaller, inferior men. He takes great pleasure in reminding Seb how he used to be big, but failed, and how his rightful place is being the sub in the relationship. This turned into a kink for both of them. Seb now loves to remind himself of how small he is now and often plays with and sniffs his old shoes. They were so big for him now and represented how different he was now. While sniffing Gary's well-worn gym shoes by the door, he heard a voice from behind:

"Stay there and bend over. Keep sniffing your former sneaks while I pump a load in you, boy."

The second I used the ring so swap bodies with this guy I knew something was off. I should have just reversed the swap right then, but it was distracting watching this twink feel up my old body. There were a lot of distractions actually, and my mind felt somehow slower than normal.

A wicked grin broke out over my old face, and I saw him twist the ring around my old finger.

"Well, since I'm you now, this belongs to me." He laughed. "All of this, actually," he said, gesturing to his whole body.

"I think we should probably swap back," I said, trying to sound assertive. But my voice came out high and with a lisp.

Ever found someone on a dating app who would be perfect for you, but they are just not interested? Same. I was in love with Joel from the first time I saw him, but he wasn’t looking for someone like me. His profile said 35+, which sucked. I mean look at how hot he is. 

To get him even to reply to my messages, I made a new profile with my Dad’s picture and started talking to him. We hit it off immediately, and it seemed we were soulmates. But I hadn’t really thought this through. Messaging was one thing, but now he wanted to meet up. And so did I. I so badly wanted to see him. I started researching online and managed to find a way to shapeshift into my dad’s body. I was able to sneak into his room and borrow some of his clothes. I put on the clothes that were much too baggy for me and recited the spell. Within a few minutes, the baggy jockstrap pouch was filled with his dick, and the tshirt fitted nicely to my new frame. 

Our first date was magical. We were so right for each other. He loved older guys, but loved that I was young at heart. It was sad when we had to say goodbye, but I knew we would see each other soon. Before I got home, I shifted back into myself, back to my small frame.

As the dates progressed, I grew more confident and started taking more and more of my Dad’s things. Watches, perfume, even his car once when he was out of the weekend. I was spending more and more time as him and less time as myself. Joel loved my dad bod so much, and I started to feel as if it was mine. It look me a while to get used to being this big, and the hair and the belly, but I felt so comfortable now. That weekend my Dad was away, Joel stayed the whole weekend in my dad’s room while my “son” was away. I even went to the gym and no one noticed a thing! I noticed that I am not quite as fit in the body, but it’s a sacrifice I am willing to take.

I loved Joel so much that I would do anything for him. I knew I wanted to be like this permanently. One night when my dad was sleeping, I quietly put one of my socks on one of his feet, hanging out of the duvet and recited the spell. He shrunk down into my form. I went back to my room as him and waited for morning.

I played along, just as shocked as he was that we had swapped. After a few hours, I suggested we needed to play each other’s role until we worked out how to swap back. Of course, after a few weeks, I still hadn’t found a solution, and slowly introduced my son to Joel At first, my son was apprehensive and didn’t warm to Joel, but I soon disciplined him. 

Eventually Joel moved in with me and my son. I told my son to call my partner ‘Dad’ too. It was humiliating for him, since his new Dad was pretty much the same age, but I found it hot. I think he does too. Sometimes I noticed some tension between my boyfriend and my son at the breakfast table. I wonder if he has the hots for his stepdad. I wonder if his stepdad is fucking him behind my back. Possibly. Joel did tell me he keeps sending him gym pics asking for tips.

My last hook up really changed my life. I know that sounds that an exaggeration, but hear me out. I was chatting with this guy and talking about what we like. Interestingly he had vers top 80:20 in his profile and I had vers bottom 80:20 in mine. After a while chatting, we agreed to meet and flip fuck. He seemed a little kinky which turned me on. We agreed that I would start as bottom and then at some point change the dynamic the other way. He seemed pretty turned on by that idea. I’d also bought some poppers labelled “Top” and “Bottom” a few weeks ago from a pop up store that I wanted to try.

I turned up and his apartment and we individually got to it. He stripped me down and forced my mouth onto his cock. He also stripped out of his clothes and he picked me up and throw me onto the bed. He was really strong which turned me on so much. I fought slightly and managed to run quickly to my bag to grab the poppers. Before he could do anything, I stuck the “Bottom” poppers to his nose and he inhaled deeply. I did the same with the other bottle. This was the planned cue to switch things up a little. “Get on the bed, boy” I commanded. It was funny because I was stick thin and he was really well muscular. “Bend over and keep sniffing!” I said to him, He played along as I started to fuck him. We continued fucking and sniffing and all the while I felt more and more powerful and ploughed him harder. I noticed he’d stopped sniffing and so commanded him to continue. He did so. He started complaining that I was too big in him. I told him to shut the fuck up. I just needed to climax in him to make it stick. And that’s exactly what I did. I pinned his ass to me as I erupted with an almighty orgasm. He tried to pull away but I held him there. The fact that I could easily pin him just made me cum even harder. I knew what was happening, but he didn’t.

I let him go and he rolled over. We saw each other again for the first time as I looked down on him. He still looked like me. Only a little smaller still. And cuter.

“How does it feel to be a total bottom?” I asked, gloatingly. He froze, trying to process why he was looking up at himself. “You see, those poppers weren’t just for enjoyment. They made us into what we are now.” I stood up and looked for his underwear. I picked up his shorts, gave them a sniff and pulled them over my new cock. Then the same with the socks, sniffing and putting them on before throwing myself on the couch opposite the bed. “80:20 is too much hassle. I wanted to be 100% something. So I took your 80% and gave you mine. Damn. I never want to be fucked again. Just doesn’t seem right, ya know? How about you? Wanna fuck someone?” I could see him considering it, before shaking his head. “Exactly. You’re gonna love it!” I caught his glance looking at my feet. “Hey, face is up here kid”

“You ever want this again, scum? Well you had best follow my instructions to the letter” The message from the officer read. Only he wasn’t originally the officer. During an innocent role playing between the officer and the local chav, Jay, things turned nasty and Jay stole the officer’s body. He loved the power and wasn’t going to give it back just like that.

“Get yourself down to the park and blast some music out of that shitty car of yours. Oh, and you’ll find some weed in the car too. Smoke that. Then I can swing by and treat you like the scum you are now haha.”

My best friend always found it tough when his boyfriend was on deployment. When he found out I could take the forms of others, he begged me to shift into his boyfriend. I’d never tried being a guy before, but he really missed his boyfriend a lot that it was hard to see him suffer so much when I knew I could do something to help.

At first it felt super strange to have no hair in my face. It made me feel really naked up there somehow, feeling the wind against my scalp. Not to mention feeling lighter in the chest area without having any breasts. But naturally the biggest and most confusing difference was having a dick! I was really careful about touching it since they are meant to be so sensitive, and folding it into my borrowed boxers was also a weird and new experience to get used to. I spent the day as Jon and we goofed about and cuddled a lot. It was a pretty chilled day, until my new dick start to do things on its own. I had heard they were hard to control, but jeez. Nathan seemingly hadn’t had sex in months while Jon was away, so he pretty much tore off my shorts and started to pleasure me. It felt so different as a guy, but after the initial tense feeling of apprehension, I got used to it. Man, it felt pretty good!

At the end of the day, I returned to my usual form and went home, but I could see Nathan was sad again. Over the next week and months, I became Jon for longer and longer. We started going on dates together, and we were doing things that the real Jon would never have done. He was a little uptight and wouldn’t do all the things Nathan wanted, like spend a day shopping at the mall, or go for a spa day. We gave up the whole pretense and he just calls me Jon now. He told me he prefers Jon likes this, and I got to admit, I don’t really want to go back to being a woman full-time. Let’s hope the real Jon’s deployment gets extended, because I got to go treat my boyfriend to some military dick ;)

I pushed open the front door, exhausted from a long shift, and immediately smiled when I saw Jake in his usual spot, the big armchair in the living room.

He was slouched back lazily, legs spread wide apart, those thick, hairy thighs on full display in his grey shorts. His black t-shirt was riding up just enough to show a strip of his beefy stomach, and the silver chain around his neck caught the light. He looked so good… but something felt off. His posture was too cocky, too relaxed in a way that didn’t quite feel like my sweet, slightly shy boyfriend.

“Babe?” I called out, kicking off my shoes. “You okay? You look like you’re in your own world over there.”

Jake slowly turned his head toward me. The corner of his mouth curled into a smirk, not the soft, warm smile I was used to, but something sharper. Meaner. His eyes dragged over me slowly, like he was sizing me up for the first time. He let out a low, deep chuckle that sent a chill down my spine.

“Damn… you really don’t have a clue, do you?” he said, voice sounding exactly like Jake’s, but the tone was all wrong. Arrogant. Cruel.

I froze halfway across the room. “What are you talking about?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he spread his legs even wider, slouching deeper into the chair, and casually dragged one hand up his thick thigh, fingers digging into the dense hair there. His other hand rested on his crotch, gently palming the heavy bulge through the shorts like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“I’ve been sitting here for hours,” he continued, still Jake’s voice but with a mocking edge, “just… enjoying myself. Feeling how heavy this cock is. Smelling that strong, musky scent every time I shift. Fuck, your boyfriend’s body is way better than I ever imagined.”

My stomach twisted. “Jake… you’re scaring me. Stop messing around.”

He laughed again, louder this time, and sat up a little, resting his elbows on his knees. The t-shirt stretched tight across his broad chest.

“C’mon, don’t you recognize me yet?” He tilted his head, Jake’s handsome face twisting into that same smug grin my bully used to wear back in high school. “It’s me, Derek.”

I felt the blood drain from my face. Derek?? The man who made my college experience a living hell? The man who locked me out of our dorm room whilst he fucked girls in my bed but would hurl insults my way if I ever asked to have a man over??

“Died 2 years ago bro, trapped as a wondering soul. Then I saw you and your boyfriend out and about and knew I’d found my next lease on life. Slipped right into your precious boyfriend’s body and pushed him out. Been wearing him like a warm, hairy skinsuit ever since.”

Derek ran both of Jake’s hands slowly down his torso, squeezing the solid pecs through the shirt, then sliding lower to rub over his stomach.

“Hmm… I don’t think I’m gonna leave this body,” he said casually, like he was talking about keeping a new pair of shoes. “It’s too fucking perfect. So thick. So hairy. The way it smells after a day of sweating… goddamn, it’s intoxicating.”

He lifted one arm, buried his face in Jake’s pit, and took a long, shameless sniff, moaning loudly.

“See? Even his pits are perfect. Strong, manly, musky. I’ve been rock hard for hours just from being in him.”

Derek looked straight at me, eyes gleaming with cruel satisfaction, and gave the bulge in Jake’s shorts another slow, possessive squeeze.

“So yeah… Jake’s gone. Locked away somewhere deep inside while I get to enjoy every inch of this hot fucking body. The muscle, the thighs, this thick cock, it’s all mine now.”

He stirred, “Was planning on using this bod to go get some pussy now that I’m alive again but it seems your precious boyfriends sexuality takes the win… but I can make that work”

He leaned back again, spreading his legs wide and smiling like he’d just won the lottery.

“You can cry, beg, or try to fight me if you want… but I’m staying. This body feels way too good to give up. I think I’m gonna keep it forever.”

Derek winked at me with my boyfriend’s face.

I have always liked muscles, but I am too lazy to have them by myself, so when I saw in a magazine some glasses that would allow me to possess someone else's body I bought them, in the worst case I would have just been ripped off.

When they finally got to me I went running to the nearest gym, a lot of muscular men in one place, that's something very erotic, when I arrive I see many guys, I have where to choose from, I put on the glasses and my sight is focused on a guy who looks like he just finished his routine, he really looks like my type, so I take a look at him with my glasses on and I feel the world move, I open my eyes and I feel different, I'm hot and I feel extremely vigorous, I look down and I see I'm wearing the same sweaty t-shirt as that guy I had seen before, plus I see some totally toned legs.

"Holy shit this guy is ripped."

I say and hear a thick sexy voice, it's obvious I work, I pull out this guy's cell phone and look in the mirror to take a picture. I look for a better place to be able to explore this body, I come across the empty bathroom, so I go in, I continue to appreciate my new shape, I touch this body and feel how massive it feels, I lift up my shirt and see my new abs.

"Fuck yeah, I finally got what I always wanted, and without any effort hehe."

I see my stolen six pack, it's amazing, I run my hands over them, it feels great the feeling of my new hard hands from the weights, run over my soft sweaty skin, but my session is interrupted, I hear noises coming towards me, I sneak out and find a more secluded place, I really don't know where I am, but it doesn't matter, I lock the door and keep exploring my new body.

This body is full of testosterone, I flex my new body and feel how I start to warm up, I keep touching my new muscles, this makes me start to get excited, on my new tits I see my nice nipples, I touch them carefully with my fingers, it feels good, this guy's body is very sensitive, I feel how my crotch starts to throb, making me have my first erection in this body.

I pull out my new member, it's huge, it looks very sexy, I touch it a little with my hands and it elicits a moan from me.

"That was a… moan hahahah"

I hear voices from the other side of the door, that only causes me to get hornier, pulling it in a place like the gym, in a body that is not mine, of a guy I don't know, is too erotic for me, I keep playing with my new member while I keep running my hands over my toned body.

While I keep pulling it I feel memories coming to my head, I remember this guy's name, his name is Max, he lives near this gym, he seems to live alone, many more memories come to my mind and they start to mix with mine, my head starts to hurt, I can't take it anymore and I come staining my body with my cum.

"Oh, that's right, I have to go home."

Panting, I clean with my fingers my cum from my chest I take them to my mouth and I feel my new taste, after finishing cleaning my stained abs, I leave discreetly so no one would discover me, on the way home I realize my new situation, it seems that I merged with Max's body, I have his memories and mine, my personality surpassed Max's and now this body belongs to me, when I get to my new house I can only feel happy for what happened to me, those glasses were the best investment of my life, and with this body I can be closer to more hot hunky guys.

"oh yeah Max, we are going to have fun together with this body, I hope you don't mind hahaha."

“Bro, you look so fucking stupid right now,” I laughed, using my older brother’s deep voice.

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shirtless in nothing but his black boxer briefs, pulling the dumbest faces I could. Wide eyes, puffed-out cheeks, tongue sticking out, the whole bit. Every time I made a new ridiculous expression, I cracked up harder.

This was my older brother Ryan’s body. 27 years old. Tall. Muscular. Hairy chest, thick arms, and a cock that felt way too heavy between my legs. I’d only swapped with him an hour ago using that weird app, but I was already addicted.

I flexed one of his big arms, then crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out again like an idiot.

“Holy shit, this feels hilarious,” I said, still giggling in his voice. I turned sideways, arched my back, and made a ridiculous duck-face while squeezing one of his pecs. The muscle felt so firm under my fingers. I bounced his chest a few times, watching it jiggle, then laughed even harder.

Ryan’s soul was stuck in my skinny 19-year-old body back in his room, probably screaming at me through text messages right now.

I pulled my waistband down a little, flashing the base of his thick cock, and took a silly selfie with my tongue out and eyes crossed.

“Bro, you’re never getting this body back,” I muttered to the mirror, still grinning like an idiot. “I’m gonna spend the whole weekend pulling dumb faces in your body, flexing, and jerking this fat cock every time I get bored.”

I gave his bicep one last kiss, winked at the mirror, and whispered:

Fuck, I'm addicted to this body. The way it moves, the way I can feel my strength when I workout, it's intoxicating. Not to mention how I smell afterwards. To think a geek like me could now generate such a masculine musk...