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By Bill Rowan

Derek is a stud. His body is totally ripped, not an ounce of fat to be found anywhere. He is 6’2, has dark blonde hair, eyes like two pools of pure hazel green, and slightly tanned skin.

He’s my best friend. I love Derek like the brother I never had, someone I look up to and admire. I am 5’7, skinny with a face and body that only a mother could love, shy, and very self-conscious. I live in his apartment since I don’t have any other place to go. He is there for me and I would do anything for him.

Derek frequents clubs. Whenever he walks in, all eyes will immediately turn to him. He can have anyone he wants just by throwing a glance their way. Sometimes he takes me with him however I just sit in a corner somewhere and watch as he works the room. He doesn’t take me to be mean. He is forever telling me I need to get out more, mingle with people, but it isn’t the same for me as it is for him. I go only because I don’t want to disappoint him.

“I’m going to a new club that is opening on the other side of town.” He’ll have no trouble getting in. Everyone knows him. “I want you to come with me, squirt.” “Squirt” his pet name for me. I don’t mind, not as long as it is Derek. I have to think of an excuse quick, though. I don’t want to embarrass him.

“Not tonight, Derek. I’m not feeling well.” I hate to lie to him but I have to tonight.

“Another time. Let me get you something to make you feel better.”

“No, I’ll be fine.” He won’t take no for an answer. He goes into the kitchen and in a few minutes comes back with something for me to drink.

“Here, squirt. Drink. This will help you. Bottoms up.”

What am I going to do, tell him no? He is only trying to help. I try not to gag as I hurriedly gulp his medicine. I then sit back on the couch as he gets ready to go out. I can hear him in the bathroom taking a shower. My mind races as I picture him lathering up, running his hands over that perfect body. My mini-me starts to stir down below. Wait a minute. What am I doing? Why am I fantasizing about Derek? I’ve never wanted him in that way. Never. I try my best to calm down. I can’t let him see me worked up.

He emerges from his room like Apollo descending from Olympus to bestow beauty upon the world. He is going commando in tight black leather pants, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Feeling better?” he asks as he puts on his black silk shirt and boots. This must really be a special night for he is wearing clothes that only Derek can pull off in such exquisite style - his “all black, hot as hell” look. Someone is going to get lucky tonight.

I am beginning to get woozy. Must be that medicine he gave me. I guess I’m going to get a good night’s sleep while he is gone.

“Take care of yourself, bro. I’ll see you later.”

I should go to bed, but I don’t think I can make it. I’ll just sleep here on the couch for a while.

I am having the most amazing dream. I am going to this hot new club where lots of people are trying desperately to get in. I walk up to the doorman and he lowers the rope to let me go inside. The place is incredible. I scope out the bar – no worthwhile action there so I make my way to the upper deck. Once upstairs I look down at the dance floor and spot my target for the night. He is one gorgeous hunk of man – nice physique and a killer smile. I make my way back downstairs and head straight to the hunk. We talk for a while and then make our way outside. He tells me his name is Steve and invites me over to his place, which happens to be just a short walk from the club. I ask the doorman to keep an eye on my wheels so I know they will be safe while I am gone. Steve and I head over to his pad to get to know each other a little better. That is when I wake up.

Where am I? I must still be groggy from the medicine because this certainly doesn’t look like our apartment. I fumble to turn the light switch on, only to find I am in a bathroom. Not my bathroom. Damn, I’ve got to take a leak. I reach down to get mini-me out only I find I’m not wearing the clothes I fell asleep in. I’ve got tight black leather pants on…. and I don’t have anything on underneath them! What is going on? I turn around to face the mirror. Oh my god! Looking back at me is Derek! I’m in Derek’s body! My mind is reeling. How did I get into his body? I’ve got to be dreaming. Pinch yourself.

“Ouch.” That isn’t my voice. It’s his. I really am Derek. I sense another presence in the room yet I cannot see anyone else.

Hey, squirt. Like what you see? I can hear Derek talking inside my head. Yup, I’m in here with you. You’re going to have the night of your life, bro. You get to be me and have a little bit of fun for a change. You are going to love Steve. I guarantee it. So I wasn’t dreaming before? Nope. I mixed a special drink for you tonight and as soon as you fell asleep, you migrated to my body. You were with me when I entered the club and when I picked up Steve. I’ll be here with you all the way but you have control. Now go for it, stud.

I still can’t believe this is real. Yet here I am dressed in Derek’s clothes and seeing things from a completely new perspective. I can feel his confidence, his bravado and I still have to piss badly. I can barely contain myself when I grab the cock that is now mine. Taking a leak in somebody else’s body is anything but mundane. Whole new sensations go through my body as I release the hot stream into the bowl. Relieved, I walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom with his sexy swagger. I am getting majorly aroused by all of this, which is a good thing because Steve is waiting in bed for me. Well, technically waiting for Derek but I am him, at least for now.

Derek’s instincts take over. I strip out of my clothes and by the time I am done I have one raging hard-on. Steve and I have the romp to end all romps. I have never had any romp before so I have no comparison but I can tell this is incredible. He is one hell of a lover. We fall asleep in each other’s arms.

Dawn comes and I am still in bed with Steve. Hey, squirt, time to get up. You have to get dressed and back home. I snap awake in a hurry. I don’t want to disturb Steve so I pick up my clothes and creep to the other room. What a rush putting on my clothes. I nearly come again at the sensation of sliding tight leather pants over my dick with nothing between me and the leather. Come on, stud. You can play later when we get home. Leave the phone number on the hall table and get out of here.

I leave Steve’s apartment and walk back to the club to get the car. It is early so there aren’t too many people out yet. Those that are do more than look as I walk by though. I am being ogled! Wow.

I slide behind the wheel of Derek’s red Ferrari. I have never driven this kind of car before. I’ve never driven any car before. I don’t even have a license. His know-how kicks in and soon I am cruising to our apartment.

Derek pipes up when I get home. Hop in the shower, bro. You need to get cleaned up after last night. I’ll leave you to do what you will. Enjoy.

My body is asleep on the couch still, right where I left it. I go into Derek’s room and slowly remove my clothes. If I am getting worked up just removing my clothes, what will it be like in the shower when I wash my body? I am anxious to find out.

I have taken showers many times before but none rival this experience. The water is soft and warm against my skin, making me tingle. Not-so-mini-me is beginning to stir again. I start to lather my body, slowly working my way down my pecs, past my abs and finally grabbing the magnificent shaft standing at attention. If anyone had ever told me a shower could be so sensuous, I would have laughed at them. Yet here I am, moaning and cumming over and over again. Calm down, bro. Time to get back to reality. I clean myself up, wrap a towel around my waist, and go back to Derek’s room. I am exhausted from all the fun so I just collapse on his bed.

“Wake up, squirt.” Derek is jostling me awake. I’m back on the couch in my own body. “So do I have to ask how you liked being me?”

I can barely manage to speak. “How? I mean why? That was the most incredible night I’ve ever had!” And I mean it because it truly was a once in a lifetime experience. I don’t think I will ever be the same.

“Come on, bro. Up and at ‘em.” Derek waits for me to get up. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. That was only the beginning.”

Only the beginning? The beginning of what? What does Derek have hatching in that brain of his? I guess I’ll have to wait to find out.

— A few months later —

I never thought I would see the day when Derek would settle down with only one person but apparently Steve is his soul mate. I feel lonely and like the odd man out. He tries to reassure me and get me to go with them but I usually beg off with some excuse. Don’t get me wrong - I like Steve. How could I not like him? I’m just jealous of him. I’ll get over it… someday.

“Hey bro. Are you moping again?” Early morning and Derek is just coming back from a night out with Steve.

“Nope. I was just thinking about all I have to do today.” He knows I’m lying.

“Squirt you have to stop feeling like Steve is coming between us. He’s a great guy if you give him a chance.”

“I know Steve is a good guy. I really do and I am happy that the two of you have clicked so well. It’s just…”

“Just what? You feel like you don’t belong in my life anymore? You and I have a special bond. You’ll always belong in my life.”

“I think maybe I should move out.”

“What? Move out? Why? This is your home. Look, Steve wants the three of us to go to his cabin tomorrow, give us some time together. If you still feel the same way when we get back I’ll help you find a new place and get you settled in. What do you say?”

I know he’ll be disappointed if I don’t go. “All right I’ll go with you.”

“You won’t regret it I promise. It’ll do you good to get some time away from here, relax and get to know Steve better. Things will improve you’ll see.” I can tell he’s tired and needs rest. I’m sure he’ll go to bed but he first goes to the kitchen to bring back the protein drink he has been making for me once a day since that night.

It is late afternoon when I return from running errands. He is still sleeping so I go to my room. I can’t get myself motivated to do much so I decide to lie on my bed for a while. I don’t know why I am so down. I must have fallen asleep because the next thing I know he’s coming into my room. “I called Steve. It takes a while to get there so we’re leaving early. He has everything we’ll want at the cabin so only wear the clothes you need to go.”

Early morning with Steve and a long drive. Oh joy. “Whatever.” I’m not terribly enthusiastic.

“Cheer up. You’re going to have a great time. Let’s get some dinner.” We order delivery as morning will come fast. It isn’t long before the food arrives and we’re eating. Just as I am about to get up from the table Derek goes to the kitchen and brings this humongous shake for me to drink. “Down the hatch squirt. You need lots of energy for tomorrow.”

Ugh. This one really tastes bad. I wonder what he put in it. “Good night Derek. See you in the morning.” I am tired and fall asleep fast. I dream about the night I was in his body but this time I have Steve’s perspective. I must have him on my mind too much.

Morning comes and he is up before me. I haven’t seen him this excited in a while. He really is looking forward to the trip. “Good morning sleepy head. Go grab a shower. You’ll feel better.” I don’t know about feeling better but at least I’ll be awake. After I shower I throw on some pants, a long sleeve shirt, a hoodie, and my shoes. The day is already warm but I like to be covered. “Don’t you think you’re a bit overdressed?” he asks when I come out of my room. He is dressed in nothing more than shorts and sandals.

Steve arrives dressed in a gray tank top, shorts and sandals. He has a nicely toned muscular physique and at 6’2 is one hot dude. His dark brown hair compliments his dark eyes and his smile can light up a room. Why am I suddenly finding Steve so sexy?

We head out on the road with the top rolled back on his Jeep. Great. Nothing I like better than being blown around while going 60 miles per hour. They are talking as we ride. I am sitting sullenly in the back. I have no family so I was living on the streets when I met Derek. We hit it off immediately and he insisted that I move to his place even though he hardly knew me. He became my family. Now someone is intruding.

The road takes us along a beautiful serene lake. He makes a turn off the road and I can see his “cabin” - more like a mini-mansion with lots of land. Poor little rich boy. Once inside he shows me my bedroom as we head upstairs. He and Derek continue to the master suite. My room is huge and really comfortable with a big bed, private bath, and a splendid view. This is definitely not what I ever pictured a cabin to be.

I finish cleaning up just as Steve calls that it’s time for dinner. The smells are delectable. Along with everything else he cooks, too. Is there anything this guy can’t do? Derek seems to be observing how I react to him as we talk. Time passes and before we know it the clock strikes midnight so I decide to call it a day. “I’m going to head up to my room and get some sleep. See you in the morning.” It has been an emotionally confusing day. I strip to my undershorts and hop into bed, falling asleep immediately.

Sleep cradles me softly in a loving caress of dreams where I’m floating above my body, watching as it disappears from the bed as though it was never there. I feel drawn to a safe place where I find myself enveloped in warmth and I am content.

I wake the next morning with the sun shining in my eyes. Derek is in bed with me, one arm on my chest. I must still be dreaming. I roll over only to fall out of bed. I’m definitely awake now. He’s watching me with a very mischievous grin on his face. I suddenly realize I’m naked and looking at a well-built physique. Holy shit! This isn’t my body. Mini-me has been replaced by maxi-me… and he is beginning to stir!

“Good morning Steve. I see you are looking well.”

Steve?!

“Come sit on the bed and I will explain everything to you.” He puts his arm around me as I get up and sit by him. My new appendage is making it hard to stay still while he talks.

“The short version: I’ve known Steve for a while, long before that night. We have been planning this exchange for quite some time - the meeting in the club, the sex, this trip – all done for you. Those protein drinks I’ve been giving you contained his DNA to get you ready for a permanent transfer. Your mixed emotions were the result of you binding to him. When you fell asleep last night we put his soul in his new body and your soul migrated to his vacated body where you now belonged. Your old life is gone as though you never existed. You have always been my soul mate – you just didn’t know it.” He pauses to give me a minute to absorb all that he just said. This is unbelievable yet everything feels so natural.

“How can I be Steve?” I hear my words but in his deep sexy voice.

“By tomorrow morning it will be as though you’ve always been Steve with his memories, knowledge, and traits. Go take a shower and relax squirt. I guess I won’t be calling you that anymore.” He smiles as I stand up and make my way into the bathroom.

I thought the shower I had as Derek was a unique experience. What is it going to be like as Steve? I turn the shower on and get in. The warm water touching my skin is very relaxing and just what I need. I begin to lather my body, running my hands down my new chest and past my incredible abs. My uncut pole is standing at attention from the sensations I am feeling. I begin to stroke myself. My body is so sensitive that each stroke sends waves of pleasure throughout my entire being. I come again and again until I am totally spent. I finish cleaning myself off, get out of the shower, and put on the clothes that he left lying in the bathroom last night. His amazing smile beams back when I look in the mirror. I really am Steve.

We spend the day walking around the lake together. As dusk approaches we are sitting on the deck watching the sun set over the water. What could be more perfect? It is soon time for us to go to bed. He looks so handsome, so tantalizing and I want him. Derek is gentle as we make passionate love; for while the body I now occupy has been with him before, I have not. We embrace each other as we drift off to blissful sleep.

I can hear Derek in the bathroom when I wake. Whoa! I have new memories - Steve’s memories. I know all about his life. Fuck, Steve, what are you thinking? Of course you know your own life. Look at yourself – you’re Steven Bradley James, hot stud with a killer smile… and a very sexy boyfriend. As I lie in bed I reflect back on our first time together that night. Derek was one awesome lover. The two of us together as it was meant to be. It’s a wonderful life.

“Hmm.. you’ll do,” this sketchy man in his thirties said to me on the beach. What was he doing talking to an 18 year old boy like me, I wondered.

The man picked up a remote that I hadn’t noticed by our feet and started to adjust the dials. He talked to himself while making the adjustments, “No not body swap, relationship swap.. those directly targeted will have awareness.. subject ‘one’,” he fired a red beam from the remote directly at himself. I should probably have walked or run away but curiosity had gotten the better of me.

“Now subject two,” he said, now aiming the remote at me.

“Hey wait don’t!” I yelled as soon as he pointed that weird thing at me. But I was too late, he fired another red beam instantly, this time at me. At least I felt fine?

“Hey what did you do to me?” I asked.

“Oh that? Well you see my girlfriend over there, in the white bikini?” He asked.

“Yeah, so what?” I asked back.

“I just found out that I got her pregnant. I don’t want to be a father and even though we had agreed not to have kids yet she wants to keep the baby. So I used this swap remote to change up our two sets of relationships. Now she’s dating your 18 year old girlfriend and technically I’m dating you, heh,” he claimed.

“What no that’s insane. This is a stupid joke dude,” I said perplexed. But I was starting to notice the man’s penis more and more in his swim briefs.

“See for yourself, your girlfriend is over there making out with mine,” he said.

The man was right, in the thirty seconds since I looked away our two girlfriends were making out as if they’d been together for months.

“I can’t believe she’d cheat on me!” I said, heartbroken.

“She’s not, she doesn’t even remember being with you,” the man who was apparently my boyfriend explained. It was true in a weird way, I could mentally acknowledge that he was my boyfriend, as if there was a yellow sticky note in my brain that stated it factually, plain as day. Yet I remembered that he only became my boyfriend a minute ago and that the woman over there was supposed to be my girlfriend and had been for a few months.

“So, what? Is Alison gonna have your baby with that woman? How is that even gonna make sense for them?” I asked, trying to wrap my head around the situation.

“This remote is future technology. It creates context to explain away issues like that. They’ll probably believe that my girlfriend Carrie had a one-night-stand with a man who got her pregnant but it won’t stress their ‘relationship’ to the point of breaking,” said Jake. I somehow knew the sketchy man’s name now. Like the post it notes in my head again. We live at his apartment in NYC. I can picture every room.

Jake was explaining more about his fancy remote, but I was trying to remember what his penis looked like before I had ever even seen it. It worked with where we lived and his wardrobe. Maybe it’s because I just turned 18 today. The remote couldn’t give me memories of sexual intimacy with Jake because I wasn’t old enough to have sex with him before today. It was upon this realization that I had another one, I was staring at Jake’s crotch.

“Are you okay?” Jake asked genuinely. Then he saw the tent in my swim trunks and noticed that my eyes were transfixed on his speedo junk. He laughed, took me by the hand and said, “Oh I get it. You wanna know what our sex life will be like. Trust me, the remote takes care of any obstacles like heterosexuality. Come on, you’re gonna enjoy this.”

Unlike fucking my girlfriend (who now had her own girlfriend) I didn’t have to wrap my teenage hard on in an uncomfortable condom. Jake and I went behind a sand dune and he took my cock raw. As we fucked I ‘remembered’ more details of our new life together. Jake was an investor and rich enough that I didn’t have to work or worry about university anymore. I only had to live with being a gay man who knows he used to be a straight man. ‘A small price to pay,’ I thought to myself amused by the sight of my man’s dick and balls flailing about as I fucked him.

We moaned a little harder than we should have, cumming on the beach. We quickly put our trunks and speedo back on as we saw two familiar women coming around the dune to walk towards the beach exit.

“Ew! I think they were actually fucking,” said Alison not even making eye contact with me or with Jake, just looking down in her sunhat.

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

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

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

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

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

A lie.

“What’s your name by the way?”

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

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

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

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

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

What a man of pure beauty he was.

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

I needed him.

I need to be him.

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

I’ll have it.

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

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

He was none the wiser.

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

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

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

After all, who would believe in body swapping candy?

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

And Jack was that someone.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It was a good thing the pool showers were empty.

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

Then I saw it.

Into his mind.

Moments of his life flashing. The moment we met,

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

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

Then it happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Give me back my body!”

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

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

“Didn’t think so.”

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

Clearly Jack had never experienced this.

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

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

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

~~~

A/N: And here we have it. You had to know this one was coming ;) !

Uh oh, that was Hayes’ dad pulling back in the driveway, less than 20 mins after leaving. And Hayes was currently standing in the living room in his dad’s briefs. Nothing had gone to plan. Hayes had seen his dad wearing briefs and wanted to try them on. No one ever talked about men wearing briefs. It was always boxers this, or boxer briefs that. Guys would say, only babies wore tighty-whities. So, it was odd for Hayes to see his dad proudly sport those exact underwear. Hayes got into his head that perhaps, his dad’s underwear were different, maybe that’s why his dad wore them. 

So, on a Saturday morning when Hayes’ dad left to pickup breakfast. Hayes was more than eager to try a pair on for himself. He was determined to only try them on for a minute. His dad wouldn’t even know. The moment he got his legs through the holes and pulled up, he blacked out. 

All things considered, Enrique came out well balanced.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He was gonna save his son after all.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Through His Shorts

Marcus racked the previous set, wiped his hands, and immediately checked the mirror—rolling one thick shoulder, flexing the heavy chest under the cut gray Chicago tank like he was already proud of the work. Broad shoulders, thick arms, the kind of build that only came from years of heavy pressing. He logged the weight on his phone without looking, then dropped back onto the incline bench for the last set.

He was grinding out the last incline 100-pound dumbbells rep while his beefy arms shook .

“Come on… fucking push it—” he groaned through his teeth.

I hit him right then.

The weights crashed to the floor. His body jerked hard on the bench.

“AGHhh—fuck!” we yelled.

I was in.

I sat back, still breathing heavy, and looked at his flushed handsome reflection in the mirror. Damn he is out of breath as I struggled to breath, but I let a cocky grin spread wide across his face.

“Damn, pump’s looking fucking crazy today.” I made him boast arrogantly. Fuck, watching him say that looked so natural and hot.

I dragged his hands up the hard chest and thumbed one nipple through the open tank. His body twitched. A rough moan slipped out of his lips.

“O-ohh fuck…”

I laughed in his voice. “Shit, not going to let these sensitive tits go unwasted.” As I thumbed both of his nipples more, my attention quivkly grew to what was growing in front of me.

I dropped his hands to his gym shorts. He was free-balling, and thre tent that was forming showed his long, heavy dick thickening fast. I cupped his shaft through the fabric, felt the full weight of it, and gave it a slow upward flop. Then another. Then another. Thud.

Thud.

Thud.

THUD.

"Fuck yeah this will do some damage" each of his words crafted under my whim. I squeezed along his shaft, dragging the soft material against his head, teasing it without ever pulling it out.

“There we go… look at this thing,” I muttered in his heated voice begging for more. A damp stain started to form at his tip as I watched in the mirror as I kept playing with him through his thin shorts. Damn he's a leaky bastard.

I unlocked his phone using his face, hit record, and kept going.

“Gotta film this new routine...”

Marcus never would’ve done this. I was using his face, his voice, his hands—and his body just kept giving me more. I spread his legs wider and kept toying with that thick cock through the fabric, already deciding the rest of the night.

“Fuck… I'm trying out a whole new workout,” I said under his breath, still stroking through the shorts.

Part 1 | Part 2

Brandon woke up to the blaring sound of an alarm clock, which was weird, because he didn't own one. He opened his eyes and immediately realized that he did own one now. It had been a month since he'd swapped bodies with Peter, and he thought he might never fully get used to it. He stretched his arms over his head and looked down at his body.

He felt the weight of his new body. It was still so strange, carrying this much fat around. He shook his belly with his hands and felt his pulse quicken, as blood rushed to his cheeks and his crotch. He hated his new life, and hated how attractive he found this body. He jiggled his pecs and enjoyed the feeling of them bouncing, and immediately after, he felt ashamed. Ashamed for liking this body so much. He tried to satisfy his urge, he put a hand to his cock, and started pumping, but this body was fat, and it got in the way of business.

He rolled his eyes in frustration and remembered he didn't have time to waste. He had to get to work. He tried not to think about how he was living in a stranger's house, using his clothes; wearing his face. There was no point in it. He had no clue how to go back, and the man in his old body didn't seem interested in helping either. He pulled up to the restaurant, unlocked the doors, and locked himself in the bathroom. He took a couple pictures, and decided that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't so bad.

The scandal couldn’t be contained for more than a few hours. Dr. Bowman had recruited the four boys from the club who were experts in computer hacking and had promised them the bodies of their dreams to help him abduct and swap the five of them into the hottest guys on the team. It was too easy for them to spike the guys water bottles before practice and bypass the security system to activate the swapping device. They all posed for this picture that was sent to their five victims the next day along with a video that haunted the five straight guys. After smiling wide for the camera each jock began to make out with the guy next them, slowly removing their remaining clothes until only their tight jockstraps remained, each one tenting in the front. The video then devolved into the height of debauchery which the guys could never forget.

He was part of a local group of skater boys that were always pulling pranks in our town. One day, it went so far that Levi had to do a day of community service.

He was very upset by this, and trying to get out of it anyway he could, he searched online for a spell to get somebody else to do the work for him. I was in the wrong place and the wrong time because I bumped into him the day of his community service at the gas station.

He told me he found a spell to swap our bodies for the day. I’d do the community service in his body and get to feel like a tall, muscled god for the day, while he would be in my body and see how his friends react to the “prank” of being in a nerds body.

I agreed, just to see what it would feel like to be a hairy god like him. He chanted something with a glowing necklace and kept that on him, saying he’d use it when we were ready to swap back. We swapped with the spell and immediately it was time for me to go to community service. I was supposed to meet him back at the gas station when I finished, but I wanted to explore this body a little more. It was exhilarating being able to be looked at and wanted everywhere I went. I was used to people looking at me with disgust, not lust when I went places.

In the bathroom, I found myself pulling down my pants to see the biggest cock I ever saw. It was real musty from me working in the sun all day but I didn’t care. This monster must’ve been at least 9.5 inches, and thick as hell too. I jerked for what felt like hours before calling one of the local cocksuckers (my old body’s friends) to come suck it for me. It was the first time I’ve ever had my, well Levi’s, cock sucked and it was the best feeling ever. I’m gonna feel sad once I meet up with him and give him his body and god cock back. I wish I didn’t have to.

Little did I know, the prank for his friends had backfired. Nobody believed that little chubby Devin was really Levi, so they had been torturing my old body for the past few hours. I tried to go to the meet up spot to swap back with him but he didn’t show up. I went over to his house and was greeted with the sounds of his friends torturing my old body. They had done some serious degrading and forcing him to worship their skater boy bodies. Unfortunately for Levi, my body was really into that, and so he was rock hard the whole time making them think he was enjoying himself despite his pleas to stop.

When I got there, Levi said “finally! it’s time for us to swap back, tell them you’re really me, dude”. And I realized in that instant this was my chance.

“What the fuck are you talking about, freak?” I said.

“Devin. You know you’re me. I’m gonna do the spell now to swap us ba-“ and before he could finish the sentence, with my newfound strength I ripped the necklace off his neck and crushed it with my fist. No swapping back now.

The look of defeat on the former muscled skater was priceless. He’ll be a fat nerd forever.

“How about you make yourself useful and worship my fucking pit, nerd?” I said, leaning back and really taking the personality of this alpha I now am

“Okay Dad I finished mowing the lawn and cleaning out the shed can I go inside now Eric wanted me to logon and play some video games with him” I glared at my son through my sunglasses “No Jason what part of this punishment don’t you understand you don’t get to crash the car and still hangout with your friends. Go put some more sunscreen on. I don't need you giving my body skin cancer and then get the ladder and start cleaning out the gutters. You’re lucky I’m only thinking of having this last another week now get going!”

Ted had been at his wits end with his twenty one year old son Jason who spent most of his days not looking for a job but working out, drinking and partying. Then a couple of days ago he took Ted’s car and rear-ended another car because he’d been texting. All of the yelling and ranting never seemed to get through to him and he was out of ideas until his friend Rick had told him about these new infinity rings that allowed two people to switch bodies. It had really improved Rick and his stepson’s bond. Being a major cheapskate, Ted went to a pawn shop on the sketchy side of town to buy a pair at a huge discount. What Ted didn’t know is that used rings were only supposed to be sold in store or the previous wearers sexual desires could be transferred if used again without being correctly restored to factory defaults. Ted’s ring had previously been used by a body builder who was so in love with himself he paid other guys to switch with him so he could worship his own body. Maybe Ted should have known something was off when the first night of the swap he stood in front of the mirror flexing for two hours he never suspected that the ring had caused him to fall in love with his new body.

Ted took the opportunity of Jason going to the garage for the ladder to reapply his sunscreen to his new body, his fingers tracing along the ridge of each ab muscle and spending extra time rubbing each of his pecs a body this hot deserved attention all the time he thought to himself never once thinking how wrong it was that his own son's body appealed to him so much he’d already decided after the first night he was never giving it back. His dick began to grow in his shorts and he lifted up the waistband at his new dick which even though it was a little smaller than his old one thanks to the ring it was perfect in every way. He traced his finger along the vein that ran along the length of it, smiling and tossing his head back at the sight of his dick and balls that he now loved so much. Ted had hoped to make it longer in the day before he had to run up to his bedroom like he had to multiple times a day now and blow off some steam. Fully naked he placed himself on his knees so he could fit his whole body in the full length bedroom mirror and snapped a few pictures for his various dating apps looking to set up multiple men . Then he turned his attention back to the mirror adjusting his position by scooting forward and raising his legs in the air his entire reason for living now laid out before him from his beautiful face to perfect pecs down to his chiseled abs his hands roamed until they reached his plump new ass which he now gazed at in the mirror. The view drove his new dick to its full length and he began to stroke it while spanking his rear and remembering back to yesterday when he took so many photos of it his phone ran out of storage. Spreading his ass cheeks revealed a tight pink entrance he believed had probably never been explored was enough to throw him over the edge as he blew a load for the second time today. His mirror now coated in another layer he breathed heavily further appreciating the sheer power and youth his new body possessed. Just then his phone began to vibrate his various posts attracting several messages for hookups he messaged back to everyone of them. He sprung up from the floor doing a handstand and landing back on his feet and crammed his lower half into only some jeans adjusting his already stiff dick. He thought about putting on a shirt but just smirked and flexed his abs thinking it would only get in the way of whichever dude was about to worship his body in a few minutes. He ran to Jason’s motorcycle yelling he’d be at the gym and not waiting for a response as he drove away memories of a twink running his tongue up and down his body and moaning about how perfect his body was while he fucked him last night replayed in his mind. He had to remind himself to look at the road and not in his mirrors at his own body as he raced down the road.

What Jason’s father didn’t know is that his swapping ring from the pawn shop wasn’t the only one that hadn’t been reset. Jason watched his father ride away on his motorcycle he sure loved going to the gym he thought as he rushed down the ladder and into the house. It turns out the previous owner of Jason’s ring had been a gay exhibitionist who loved showing off to strangers online or really anywhere as Jason had discovered the first time he went to the grocery store and got the uncontrollable urge to pull down his shorts in the aisle. Instead of risking another incident at the store he gained a following doing live shows online. He ran into his room and fired up his camera, draping his body in his bed sheets and welcoming all his fans and showing off his sweaty body and hairy pits explaining how he had just got done doing chores around the house. He then turned around and began groping his ass and exploring his tight asshole making sure to be extremely vocal with moans that rivaled his previous girlfriend as that always made the chat light up with hearts and fire emojis.He loved the messages he got when exploring his now much older body like:

“Damn how does such a slut have the tightest hole I’ve ever seen” or “God his moaning makes me so horny”

Knowing his dad would be working out for a few hours was exactly what he wanted to hear. Jason’s phone pinged a message from his dad “ Hanging out at Rick's house don’t wait up and clean the entire downstairs it better be spotless when I get home” Jason moaned again his deep voice reverberating around the upstairs hallway and reached for his dick already hard as stone. Looks like he would be able to stay online all night he flung his head back smiling to himself as he accelerated his pace on his glistening shaft much larger and more sensitive than his old one which was already a respectable and hefty six inches. He began to pant, whimper and squirming making sure to thank all the tippers between his gasps for breath and the sound of his hefty balls smacking against his thighs. Jesus he was close he was seeing stars in his eyes and drool was escaping his mouth when he finally felt his balls churn and erupted with such force his face and even the wall behind him got covered. The viewer count and comments kept going up , it was his most viewed stream ever! He made sure to look directly into the camera and smile, wiping the white substance from his beard and sampling it, his tongue greedily cleaning each finger. He laid there panting a new layer of sweat covering his chest and stomach when the doorbell rang “UPS!” he heard yelled by the driver and he sprang up from the bed and said to his fans watching “ Yes! They're here! Stay tuned bros your not going to want to miss this”. He ordered these last night rush shipping. He bent down and opened the box. Various dildos of all shapes and sizes greeted him and made his knees shake a little. His fingers weren’t cutting it anymore; his new impossibly tight hole demanded more attention. He waved at the delivery driver who waved back before doing a double take in his mirror at the man standing naked on his porch with a hardon and something dripping from his chin before he quickly drove off in disbelief.

Part 1 | Part 2

Mason woke up with a small headache and a big problem. Two big problems, actually. One between his legs, and one lodged deep within his chest. His heart was pounding, his dick was throbbing, and, with the exception of his underwear, his clothes were nowhere to be found. He stood up with some difficulty, and he felt heavier than usual. His head hit the lamp above the couch and he cursed under his breath.

He rubbed the sore spot on his head, and then he remembered exactly what he had done the previous day. He had swapped bodies with his jock roommate. His immediate reaction was excitement. He was in possession of the body of the hottest guy on campus, and he felt extremely powerful. He flexed his arms experimentally, trying to get used to the way this new body moved. It was unnerving. He seemed to hold so much untapped strength.

His attention was then drawn towards his lower body. Powerful legs, the size of his own head, with a crowning jewel that sat heavily between his thighs. He marveled at the road that the muscles of his abdomen carved straight towards his new dick. Like an arrow, pointing straight where he wanted to go.

He felt his new cock between his new hands. And for a second, he indulged in the foreign pleasure of exploring another man’s most intimate places. He felt like his crotch demanded his full attention, blood rushing to fill the monstrous appendage. He fondled it through the boxers he was wearing, and when that didn’t suffice, he took them off and started pumping.

It was almost as if his stolen body was telling him exactly what to do. He had never masturbated standing up before, or with two hands. Though, granted, he’d never had a dick big enough to require his two hands. It felt like second nature, and he loved every second of it. He closed his eyes and let the motion overtake him. He started thrusting his hips and grunting like an animal, like he had seen the real Ian do so many times. He understood now why Ian did this so god damn often. It felt good. Really good.

He came in ropes, letting go of a huge sigh he’d been holding. He opened his eyes again to see the victim of his reckless actions; he had coated the floor, and the pile of clean clothes he had been meaning to put away after he got Ian kicked out of the dorm.

Shit. He had completely forgotten about that. He sat on the couch, legs wide open, and tried to remember what the hell had happened the prior day. He had blurry memories of jacking off and listening to elevator music. He had failed to consider that, if he swapped bodies with Ian when he was high, he’d be in Ian’s intoxicated body. He remembered his plan, and his laptop, and he started scanning the room in hopes of finding it.

He failed to find the laptop, but he did spot a plastic bag with something that would have probably had gotten Ian kicked out, without needing to swap bodies. He cursed his stupid plan, and he cursed his stupid, brutish body. God, Ian was sexy. Like the guys that pose unnecessarily dramatically for those magazines no one buys anymore. He found a pair of boxers buried between the couch cushions, and decided to put them on. They were dirty, and they smelled strongly of sweat and balls, and that got him hard again. His dick called to him, like a siren.

He tried to quieten the impulse. He took some deep breaths and placed a hand on his borrowed, chiseled chest. Once he had somewhat drowned the sexual urges he noticed just how tired he felt. Like he could actually collapse right there, on the floor, right on top of his own fresh cum. Is this what Ian felt like every day? He spotted the joint he had dropped a couple of hours ago near one of the couch’s legs. And he felt an overwhelming urge to take a hit.

Mason had never tried drugs before. Alcohol, sure, he even had a fake ID, but pot? He mulled over the idea, and every second that passed, the urge worsened. The crawled towards the edge of the couch, and as he was about to reach it, the door opened with a loud thud.

I hate sharing a wall with my landlord. A thin wall at that. We can hear everything the other does at all hours of the night. It was bad enough before I couldn’t afford this month’s rent.

Now, think about how weird it’s like being on the other side of the wall. I couldn’t afford to get evicted, so Alexis struck me a deal. In exchange for a month in my body, he’d spot rent. I didn’t think he was being serious, so I accepted. Before I could speak my vision blacked out. I was staring at my own face. I grimaced at the smell of his cologne wafting up into my nostrils. My hands reached up to my face and felt a wooly beard tangling itself in my fingers. I was trapped in the body of my landlord, Alexis.

Are all Greek dudes this hairy?

I didn’t realize he was such a furball till after we swapped. I spent an hour staring at myself in the mirror in his apartment. His chain is buried in the chest hair that’s bursting from my dress shirt. God I feel so old. Don’t get me started on his ass hair. It’s like 2 large globes attached to my backside covered in a forest of black fur.

I’ve heard everything through the wall as well. From him admiring my body in the mirror, to his first time jerking off. Tonight I guess he figured out how to work the hookup apps on my phone. It was 10pm and I heard grunting from next door. Soon I heard my own voice groaning obnoxiously. “FUCK ME DADDY!”

I groaned in his deep voice. For an hour I heard him scream obscene things, cringing over how my body must have looked just one wall over. By the time we switched back, I was going to have quite the reputation in town. I scratched my bushy beard and sipped the beer I opened from his fridge.

At 11pm I had had it. He had enough fun. I pounded on the wall. “Quiet! I’m trying to sleep here!” The voice that came out was deep and thick in his accent.

Through the drywall I heard, “sheesh, is that your landlord?”

''Oh, fuck look at this gorgeous bubble butt''. I said to myself watching myself in the mirror while feeling my tenant's smooth body up. I should have offered him this deal to swap our bodies for this month's rent way sooner.

Stupid kid, now he can stay the whole month in my hairy middle age body. The change couldn't be larger, this body is silky smooth and tightly toned, with such a nice set of pecs and cute little pink nipples leading down to a well-defined six-pack. And don't get me started about these legs!  These completely toned and hairless legs. Just perfect!

''How can a guy have so little body hair?'' The blessing of not having Greek genes I guess. He is such a lucky guy my, own body is covered with a black forest of hair, let's hope he enjoys it. Oh man, these hairless boys scream ''Fuck me hard!''. You grinned as you smacked your new ass. ''Damn these are firm too''.

I look one last time in the mirror... ''I'm young, blond, smooth, and ready to fuck baby!'' Now let's see if some daddy on Grindr wants to deflower me in this cute energetic body.

Now let's hope my ''landlord'' doesn't mind the noise tonight ... and the rest of the month.

Joey

It’s been about a month since I took over Coach’s body. He doesn’t seem to be having fun teaching math in my body. Serves him right, he was such a prick to me all the time. Fuck, this body’s so sexy, I can’t stop feeling every single fiber of muscle. I’m huge! He better get used to his new life, ‘cause I’m sure as hell getting used to mine.

Axel

I had been sucking Nick for several months at that point, draining countless loads out of his big dick on a daily basis. He wasn’t the first straight guy to feed me a load, but he was definitely one of the hottest. 

Nick and his girlfriend Lena lived in the apartment across from me. We were hardly friends, but always gave a neighborly nod or wave when we bumped into each other in the hallway. All that changed when Nick knocked on my door one afternoon. 

“Your boyfriend dropped these in the hall,” Nick held up a pair of Ray-Bans. “I tried to catch up to him at the elevator but missed him.”

“My boyfriend?” I asked, confused. “I don’t have a boyfriend.”

“Sure you do,” Nick insisted. “He just left your apartment.”

“That wasn’t—” I began to laugh. “That wasn’t my boyfriend. That was just some dude that I sucked off.”

“Oh—uh—” Nick turned beet red. “Well, I guess you can just return these to him the next time you—uh—see him,” he handed the sunglasses to me awkwardly.

“I probably won’t see him again,” I reported. “He was just some random married dude from Grindr.”

“He’s married?” Nick’s eyes widened. “To, like, a woman?”

“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “He said his wife never sucks him off.”

“Good to know I’m not the only guy with that problem,” Nick laughed under his breath, scratching his beard. 

“You’re definitely not the only one,” I assured him. “Half the guys I hook up with are straight like you, but aren’t getting serviced at home. You’re welcome to come inside, if you might like to enjoy a nice—”

“Oh—no—I couldn’t—” Nick began to blush. “I mean, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I could get into a dude blowing me—no offense.”

“None taken,” I smiled, turning to go back inside my apartment. “But you know where to find me whenever you need your balls drained.”

I left Nick in the hallway, his wheels turning. I figured he’d ruminate on the matter for a few days, weigh the pros and cons, and eventually show up to feed me. Thus, I was a bit surprised when a knock sounded at my door not five minutes later. 

“Fuck it,” Nick exclaimed, pushing into my apartment as soon as I opened the door. “Lena hasn’t sucked my dick in nearly three years. Who am I to turn down some easy head?”

Without giving him any instruction, Nick stripped down naked in my living room. He was hairier than I realized, his muscular body covered in a thick pelt of fur that instantly drove me wild. He was also hung like fuck.

“Jesus, you’ve got a big cock,” I gasped, salivating over his big tool as Nick sat on my couch. He spread his legs wide, his hard cock begging to be sucked. “You’re what—? Like, eight or nine inches?” I ventured. 

“Nine and a half,” he beamed proudly. “Is it too big for you?”

“Too big?” I laughed, kneeling between his hairy thighs. “It’s not too big at all. I fucking love sucking a big dick.”

“Good,” he smiled. “And I hope you like cum, because I’ve gotta five-day load in these balls for you.”

I gave no answer, instead gripping that big cock at the base as I proceeded to take it down my throat. Deftly, I swallowed him in one, quick motion, his balls mashed against my chin. 

“Holy Christ,” he gasped, his head rolling back. “How the fuck are you doing that? No bitch has ever managed to take me all the way.”

“Lots of practice,” I surfaced for air, turning my attention to his balls as I began to lick and suck those ripe, round beauties. He moaned softly, enjoying the lavish attention to his family jewels as I churned the seed within. 

“Suck me,” he begged after a few minutes of ball play. “Fucking suck my big, fat, hairy dick.”

Following orders, I licked up his thick shaft, my tongue flicking his cock slit, swirling around his helmeted cock head. Once again, I swallowed him to the balls. 

“Fuck yeah,” Nick exclaimed, gripping the back of my head as I proceeded to suck him ravenously. “Jesus Christ, you know how to throat a dick.”

Emboldened by his praise, I locked my lips around his shaft, my neck like a spring hinge as I took him from base to tip, over and over again. His viscous precum coated my tongue, giving me a hint of the meal to come. 

While looking up at Nick, his cock buried down my throat, I reached up his hairy body with both hands. Running my hands through the dense forest of fur covering his chest and belly, my fingers found his nips. Gently, I pinched those hard nubs as his dick grew even more rigid in response. 

“Don’t stop,” he begged, his cock swelling down my throat, pressing against my tonsils. “That’s it—keep going—OH FUCK, dude—SHIT—Here it comes—FUCK—FUCK.”

Instantly, a massive load of cum flooded my mouth, careening down my throat to my hungry belly. I could feel each spurt as it hit the back of my throat, Nick writhing in hedonistic pleasure. I kept him down my throat, not letting up until his balls had delivered the last of his seed. 

“Damn, dude,” he exhaled as I finally released him, his spent cock flopping against his hairy thigh. “I hope you enjoyed this cock, because you’re gonna be seeing a lot of it.”

Nick wasn’t kidding. We both worked from home, and it wasn’t unusual for Nick to drop by for a draining early in the morning, as soon as his girlfriend Lena left for work. Often, he’d stop by again in the late afternoon before she got home to feed me a second load. On one such occasion, Nick wanted to know how his cum tasted. 

“Does my cum taste good?” he inquired, his massive load dripping down my chin. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself,” I raised myself up, our lips locking. With tongues swirling, we shared the creamy remains of his ambrosial load, his full beard tickling my chin.

“Not bad,” he smacked his lips as we parted. “Not bad at all.”

“You’re hard again,” I commented, gripping his engorged cock in my hand. “You want me to suck another load out of you?”

“How about you ride it for me?” Nick suggested, reaching around behind me. His meaty hand slid down the back of my sweatpants, his thick finger probing my eager hole as I moaned in delight. “I think it’s about time we took things to the next level.”

(https://x.com/Maximus7871/status/1972699471910674648)

Around 2 am last night, I suddenly felt the urge to get a drink of water. I carefully got out of bed so as not to wake up my wife and made my way to the kitchen silently. But as I was heading back, I noticed the light in my son's room was still on. 

I was planning to barge in and tell him off for staying up so late, but then I noticed that inside his room was myself??? Or what seems to be myself aggressively pumping his cock with a fleshlight. 

I can't believe my eyes as I watch the scene before me. The doppelganger is kneeling on a towel, loudly masturbating to a gay porno on my son's desktop. Around him is many spent condoms filled with what could only be presumably my cum.

Then the most surprising sentence comes out of "my" mouth.

"Mmmmm fuckkkk Dad, your body is just too good."

Wait... Dad?

Then a realization dawns upon me. My son must be a shapeshifter just like his father. I didn't even consider the possibility that my power could be hereditary! Just how long has he been able to do this?

My son and I have really never been close. I may be able to become anyone I wish, but that doesn't mean that I'm able to understand them. Little did I know that he was going through the same thing as his old man did so many years ago. Maybe it's time for some father-son bonding.

I take another look at the 40-year-old man fapping with the pocket pussy. I suppose it's about that age when he gets that urge. I feel something akin to pride? for my son. Y'know, maybe he can use some advice from his old man around this time. Like, for one, not assuming that just because it's late at night doesn't mean that nobody's awake. 

A little Valentine's Day story I wrote for my favourite @mrwavellswaps.

~~~

“Okay, say that again just so I’m clear.” Libby raised an eyebrow as she sipped her coffee, a quizzical expression pointed in the direction of her friend Lewis. 

Lewis blushed a little. “I was wondering if you’d help me do something romantic for valentine's day by using your magic to transform my boyfriend into his ideal self?” He said, looking slightly embarrassed by being forced to repeat the request. 

“And why exactly do you think I’d do something like that?” She replied as her coffee cup still hovered in the air without her having to hold it. 

Lewis winced. “Because I’m your oldest friend and you love me a lot and this is the first guy I’ve got this serious with?” 

“Firstly, you’re wrong.” Libby scoffed. “Zero is my oldest friend, I’ve known him at least 50 years longer than you.”

A small red dragon poofed into existence around Libby’s shoulders and sent a small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction in a way of saying hello. Despite looking like a woman in her late 20’s, Libby was far older than she looked. Lewis had never asked exactly how old for fear of being rude to a powerful witch, but he’d worked out she couldn’t be younger than 80. They’d met when Lewis was just a kid and his family had moved in next door to her, and now here he was over 20 years later having coffee with a woman that hadn’t aged a day since they first met. 

“Secondly,” Libby continued, her expression softening. “Of course I’ll help you Lewis. Least I could do for my oldest human friend after all. It’s not like it would be too hard either. For normal witches maybe, but it’s pretty simple stuff when you’ve been kicking around as long as me.”

Lewis let out a sigh of relief. Part of him had been expecting a flat no, or to have to beg more, so this had been easier than expected. “You will? Seriously Lib you have no idea how much this means. He’s going to shit a brick when he realises all the witchy occult stuff is actually real.”

“You want me to make him do that too? Because I can, you know. It wouldn’t be the first time either, though I’d probably be gentler on Oscar when the brick comes out than-”

Lewis sputtered through the mouthful of tea he’d just drank. “No! No, god no. I don’t need my boyfriend shitting an actual brick thank you, just the physical transformation is fine.” 

Libby shrugged and tried to look nonchalant, but it was obvious she was hiding a laugh. “Suit yourself little Lewis, each to their own or whatever that saying is. February fourteenth when you want it to happen then? Sometime in the early morning so you can enjoy it?”

Lewis smiled. “Yeah, that would be perfect honestly. And you’re sure this isn’t too much to ask?”

“Not in the slightest.” Libby smiled affectionately, as if a mother would at a son, at Lewis. “You’ve never asked for anything Lewis, you even turned down my offer to help you cheat on your exams as a teenager. Lewis, no one does that. So this one thing? Of course I’ll do it, especially when you and Oscar are the cutest couple I’ve seen in a long time.”

Lewis blushed and scratched the back of his neck. “Thank you Libby, really.”

“You’re welcome.” Libby grabbed the coffee cup from where it still hung in the air and drained the last of it. “Now, as much as I’d love to sit around and chat, I’ve got several rare ingredients to go and gather, and a nice big steak to cook up for Zero here.” The small dragon around Libby’s shoulders chirped happily, then let out another small puff of fire in Lewis’s direction before he vanished again. 

“So the morning of the fourteenth?” Lewis asked once he’d stood up and slid his coat back on. Libby nodded. “The morning of the fourteenth, three days' time. Three days before everything changes.”

In a dramatic flash Libby vanished from the cafe and left Lewis standing alone by their table. He waved goodbye to the owner as he walked towards what appeared to be a solid brick wall, only to pass straight through it. Witch cafe’s hid themselves to ordinary folk like him usually to allow their patrons the freedom to be themselves, he could only get in because Libby had brought him there first. He walked out of the alleyway he’d emerged in from the cafe, and glanced around before he slipped out and blended back in with the rest of the crowd to carry on with his day.

~~~

Valentine’s Day couldn’t come quick enough for Lewis. The three days between his chat with Libby and when he finally woke up in bed with Oscar that morning felt like they took years, but he was finally there. The two of them regularly stayed over at each other’s places, it was rare they spent a night apart at this point, and this time they were curled up in Lewis’s bed. 

“Morning sleepyhead…” Oscar said softly as he kissed the back of Lewis’s neck. “Happy Valentine's day.”

Lewis let out a low groan in acknowledgement as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “Morning babe…” 

There was a chuckle from behind him and another kiss pressed against the back of Lewis’s neck. “Never been a morning person have you? I’ll get you coffee.”

“No… don’t get out of bed.” Lewis whined as he reached behind him to grab Oscar’s arm. “You’re warm…” He mumbled. 

Lewis was trying to pass it off as just his usual morning sleepiness, which was half true, but in reality he didn’t want his boyfriend to leave because he knew his gift should be kicking in any second. “As soon as you’re both awake it’ll start, best way I can time it.” Libby had texted him the previous evening. He didn’t want to miss a second of what was about to happen. 

Both Lewis and Oscar were fairly average in the looks department. Not unattractive by any definition, but not the absolute knockout’s that both of them tended to thirst over either. Lewis was a tiny bit shorter than his boyfriend, just over 5’8 whereas Oscar stood at around 5’11. He was slightly more well built than his boyfriend too, being the only one of the two of them that attempted any kind of activity in the gym left him with a small amount more muscle than the relatively slim build Oscar had. There was the hair too. Both had a similar colour brown hair, but Lewis tended to keep a full beard and had a decent amount more body hair than Oscar, who himself kept his facial hair trimmer fairly short. 

Oscar smiled and settled back down onto the bed as Lewis rolled over to face him. “If you want to stay in bed all day that’s more than okay with m-” A strange shiver ran through Oscar’s body and he groaned, then ran his hand over his forehead with an obvious look of discomfort. “Fuck… something’s up babe!”

Lewis sat bolt upright, his eyes wide as a shimmer of what he recognised as Libby’s magic ran over Oscar’s entire body. “Listen babe, it’s okay. Just let it happen and I’ll explain afterwards okay? This is my Valentine’s day gift to you, I promise the discomfort will be worth it!”

There was a flash of recognition in Oscar’s eyes that confused Lewis for a moment, but no words as his lover continued to groan and shift around uncomfortably. Lewis was a little worried, right up until the first signs of the transformation started. 

Oscar’s body started to get pulled outwards in every direction. It was like someone was blowing air into his body as his previously skinny frame started to expand, only Lewis could tell it was muscle and not air that was filling his boyfriend’s body up. Oscar had always had a slender, narrow build, so one of the first things the magic did as he started to grow was to push his shoulders wider, which broadened his whole body. He looked a good deal more thickly set now, and the muscle had barely started to grow from what Lewis could see.

“Fucking hell Lewis…” Oscar said as he felt the changes push his body further along.

Now he’d gotten broader, the magic had far more room to start to pile the muscle onto his body. Oscar’s shoulders grew wider still as they became two thick boulders, a powerful looking frame that was almost double what he’d been moments ago. This in turn pulled his back outwards as his lats flared out to keep up with the massive increase in size. The lines of muscle that ran across the massive expanse of flesh that was now Oscar’s back could be seen under the slight layer of fat there; a sign of what was to come. His arms didn’t miss out either, as biceps and triceps beefed up just like his back and shoulders had. They were forced out to the sides as his new biceps warred for space with his back muscles; he’d have to walk with that familiar swagger of a bulky jock that couldn’t quite fit his arms down by his sides.

Lewis could instantly tell what was next and he watched Oscar reach up and start to grab at his chest. The muscle pushed out around his fingers as he kneaded the two slabs, larger and thicker until it was like two watermelons had been shoved under his skin. Oscar’s new pecs were large and heavy, soft as he squeezed them, but Lewis knew they’d be hard as a rock if his lover flexed. Added to that was a strong core. He didn’t have visible abs under the slight layer of fat that covered them, but along with the hair that was starting to grow up and over the front of his body it gave Oscar a very sexy muscled torso.

Along with the hair that had started to cover his new torso, the hair on his head wasn’t spared either. Everything took on a lighter blond tone as it thinned out a touch on top of his head, shaved almost completely. His facial hair grew fuller too, an even layer of blond hair across a stronger jaw that Lewis couldn’t wait to feel as it scratched against his skin.

“I can’t believe… You had this idea too…” Oscar panted as the changes to his face finished up. “Haven’t noticed… Have you…?” He continued when all he got from Lewis was a very confused look.

Lewis couldn’t work out what his boyfriend was going on about. He glanced down, fully expecting to see his regular self, only to find a pair of massively muscular, hairy thighs in place of what he knew should be there. Lewis ran his hands over them, though the dense hair and new muscle as he marvelled at the sight. He’d always wanted to be bigger, hence why he attempted to workout when he could, but had never made enough progress to have thighs easily bigger than his head. 

“W-What the fuck??” He exclaimed. “Libby was supposed to do you, not me!”

Oscar huffed out a laugh. “You too huh? We really do share the same brain cell don’t we?”

“B-But you don’t know-” 

Lewis didn’t get a chance to say anymore before both men’s changes continued. Now Lewis was aware of them he could watch in awe as his body grew just as Oscar’s did. Though going in opposite directions, both had reached the point where their cocks, balls and asses had come time to change. Lewis still couldn’t feel anything despite being able to see that his ass was expanding before his eyes, unlike Oscar who was once again back to groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure. Two large muscular cheeks topped off the massive thighs that had appeared out of nowhere, whilst Oscar’s own larger ass was just the beginning of the change to his lower body. 

The pair watched as their cocks grew to their full hardness. They were both fairly average in that department, somewhere between five and six inches for both. Only, once they were both as hard as they knew they could get, their cocks kept going. Their lengths continued to get harder, a few more inches of length at least were added on if either man had to guess. Along with that, their balls grew swollen and heavy with cum, and rounded out the changes that left the two with huge packages between their legs. 

Now that part of their bodies had finished up, Oscar and Lewis were back to changing in opposite directions. For Oscar whose upper body had completely transformed, all that was left for him was his legs. He could hardly be expected to hold all the new size with his comparatively tiny legs, so they soon followed suit with his ass and grew muscular and thick just as Lewis’s lower body already had. Oscar had finally finished growing. The new jock flopped back on the bed and panted a little more as he caught his breath, and enjoyed the sight of his massive chest as it heaved up and down with each gulp of air.

Meanwhile, Lewis was still watching himself. Massive hairy thighs and a well above average cock already gained, he got to marvel at the sight of the transformation as it continued its way upwards. His stomach was a little more defined than Oscar’s was from what he could see as it hardened, but it was becoming hard to see clearly under the pelt of hair that was growing up his torso past his abs. He’d always loved body hair, so the thick layer of it over his legs and now upper body was a welcome sight to Lewis.

Although he didn’t have the same intense feelings, Lewis was actually a little glad for that as his chest started to swell as he’d watched Oscar’s do moments earlier. There was a noticeable difference in how his chest felt the bigger the muscles grew, a delicious weight to them that Lewis knew he wouldn’t ever get bored of. As he reached up to grab at two hairy mounds, Lewis realised his arms too had grown substantially bigger as he’d been distracted by his chest. He folded his arm up and flexed, unable to help the grin that spread over his face.

“Looks like you’re almost finished.” Oscar said from where he laid to watch Lewis grow. “Enjoying my present to you then?” He continued with a knowing smirk on his handsome face. 

Lewis looked up from his body. “You fucking bet I am! Did… Did you go to Libby too? How did you know she was a witch?” He asked, since he hadn’t known that Oscar knew magic even existed. 

Oscar shrugged. “It was an accident honestly. I walked in on her doing magic to fix her makeup at that party we had last summer, and apparently she ‘couldn’t be fucked with more damn mind wiping bullshit that month’, so just sat me down at showed me everything. Swore me to secrecy, and I guess she didn’t think to mention you knew about her abilities too. I asked her about a week ago if it was at all possible to do this to you, and she said yes.”

“I’ve known since I was ten babe, when she made me float whilst babysitting me.” Lewis snorted with laughter at the memory.

Oscar sat up and reached out to cup Lewis’s cheek with one hand. “Now look at you, all grown up into a big strong man thanks to her magic…” 

The hand against his face made Lewis realise two things. Firstly, that Libby had already known about Oscar’s request when he’d asked and never mentioned it, or that he now knew about her magic. Secondly, was the full, bushy beard he now apparently had. He could feel the hair under Oscar’s hand pressed against his skin, and had once again not noticed himself change. He’d have to ask Libby about both of those things when he got a chance, but right now he was more focused on his gorgeous boyfriend.

Lewis twisted around and grabbed a couple of valentine’s day themed teddy bears off the nightstand they’d given each other last night, then turned back to face Oscar. “Well.. This was certainly the best Valentine's day ever, don’t you think?” 

“Oh, I think these two were absolutely my favourite gift today…” Oscar held his arms out towards Lewis, but just when he thought his lover was going to grab at the teddy bears, instead he gave Lewis’s pecs a hard squeeze.

Lewis moaned. “Oh fuck babe… Don’t stop!”

Oscar happily complied. He shuffled a little closer on the bed and continued to squeeze his boyfriend’s new hairy pecs. Lewis couldn’t stop himself when he pushed his chest forwards a little and closed his eyes to enjoy all the new feelings; the even denser layer of hair over his chest, the juicy pecs his lover was playing with, everything about his new self felt unbelievable.

Things heated up from there. Oscar enjoyed Lewis’s pecs, but there was something else his body was urging him to do as well. He let go and got even closer, then before Lewis quite knew what was going on, Oscar had lifted up one of his boyfriend’s arms and pressed his face into his armpit. Oscar breathed deeply once there, then sighed as he took in the new intense smell. 

“God you smell fucking good…” Oscar mumbled into the dense bush of hair as he took it all in. “Don’t you dare fucking shower today, god damn…” 

Lewis raised an eyebrow as he watched the curious scene of his boyfriend going crazy for his scent. “Then you better stay down there and enjoy it babe, make the most of it today, because I’m gonna have to shower one day.” He said as he brought a hand to the back of Oscar’s head and held his lover deep under his arm. 

Oscar’s cock was pressed tightly against Lewis’s leg as he inhaled the delicious smell. It was ripe and musky, an intense stink that fogged up his brain and had his cock leaking all over the skin it was trapped against. Oscar thrust his hips gently as he took it all in, which inadvertently made his furred stomach rub up against Lewis’s cock, and drive them both harder towards their orgasm. They were both already rock hard from the transformations, and both knew it wouldn’t take much more to tip them over the edge.

“Come on babe, take it all in… You love it don’t you? Me finally stinking like a real man should.” Lewis said as he started to rock his hips back in time with Oscar’s movements. “Maybe I just won’t shower for a while, let it get real strong. Would that be a good Valentine’s day gift for you?”

Oscar nodded. Just the idea of his boyfriend’s smell growing even stronger drove him insane with lust. He pressed himself deeper and continued inhaling, then before he realised he was so close, he came all over Lewis’s hairy thigh. He moaned into his boyfriend’s armpit as he rocked his hips a couple more times and felt a splatter against his stomach, accompanied by a deep groan from above him. Lewis had cum too as the pair got lost in their new selves. 

~~~

Three days later Oscar and Lewis were sitting in the same magic friendly cafe Lewis had met Libby in a week ago. The witch once again sat across the table and sipped a coffee as she admired her work. Both men had turned out even better than expected, and were dressed appropriately for their new selves too. Both had gone for sleeveless hoodies, partially unzipped to show off every inch of their new hunky bodies. 

“So you like how you’ve ended up? No notes on anything you’d like different?” Libby asked, even though she had a good idea of the answer already.

The pair shared a look, and both shook their heads at the same time. “No, we’re actually great as is I think.” Oscar said.

“I was wondering one thing actually…” Lewis leant forwards in his chair a little. “Why didn’t I feel myself changing? Oscar was moaning up a storm, but I didn’t even notice it happening. 

Libby waved a hand dismissively. “Oh that’s quite simple. You’re used to what magic feels like, mine in particular. You’ve been surrounded in it since you were a child, so it was only natural you didn’t feel it working on your body. You’ve never felt it before when I’ve helped you get over illnesses faster than usual without telling you, so why would you have felt this?”

Lewis blinked. “You… You really did that?” Lewis paused as he thought about it, and realised she was telling the truth. He’d never been ill for very long for as far back as he could remember. “Huh, well thank you I guess.”

“It’s no trouble dear. Now, you two be sure to enjoy those bodies okay? Reality will settle around you, as I’m sure you’ve already noticed. So have fun!”