Bauhaus

Acting Natural

Damn it, I really didn’t think this through.

Sure I was pissed at my DL hookup for never appreciating me and acting like I don’t exist, but my revenge is getting out of control and I don’t know how much more of his life I can take. Let me back up.

Some months ago I matched with this guy on Grindr and we hit it off, but when I met up it turned out to be Josh Foreman, star of our college’s wrestling team. He wasn’t out of the closet and even had a girlfriend but still wanted to hook up on the down low. Now I wasn’t complaining, getting his 10 inches with no real commitment was good for a while. But eventually I realized he saw me as nothing but a bootycall. My last straw was when he invited me to his fraternity’s big semester rager just to embarrass me and belittle me in front of his meathead friends. After that night I was done with him, but not before I came up with a devious plan.

I had heard of bodysuit technology. A small syringe filled with a solution to turn someone into a wearable skinsuit, with an accompanying one to turn them back. The plan was to prick Josh with the serum, wear him and parade him around like an idiot. Maybe record a video of him jacking off to some gay porn then leak it to the whole school. Then after, I would simply turn him back then and let him deal with the aftermath! It was perfect!

After spending a good 24 hours in his body making him look like a complete fool, I was ready to return him then dump him off at the front of his frat house. But when I opened the box, the reversion syringe was broken! The mysterious blue serum that would have changed him back to a regular person was spilled and dried on the sides of the cardboard package.

Now It’s been 2 weeks since, and I’ve been stuck living his life. I tried to order a replacement, but the stupid company that makes the serums is apparently backordered and I haven’t heard any word of getting a new order of the reversion syringe! Unfortunately for me, I know if one of the schools star athletes suddenly disappeared, there would be chaos, so I’ve had no choice but to continue the charade of being Josh since. All I can do is act natural and pretend to be him so no one is the wiser of what I did to him.

The only problem is though I outwardly present as him, I am nowhere as physically strong nor have the endurance as him, which is what is really being used.

“Foreman! Focus up, you are really struggling! 20 more reps then we start skirmishes” The head coach barks at me.

Dealing With My Bullies

Asher:

These three right here; Kyle, Chase, and Jordan have spent majority of my life bullying me. I’ve put with years of name calling, being pushed down, and even having my head put into a toilet.

And I thought I was done with them the second I wrapped up with high school. But unfortunately, everywhere I turn— those assholes are somewhere.

I’ve tried to ignore them, complained to our school, even tried fighting back but for some reason they have it out for me.

So I’m deciding to take a more drastic measure— magic. Well I assume it’s magic, i don’t even know if this is going to work but at this point I’m desperate!

I found this old book of spells inside of a weird book store. The price on it was pretty steep and even the owner of the store warned me to be careful with it.

As I got home and into my room, I looked through all of the different spells that were available for me to plot my revenge. I mean I could turn them all into toads but where’s the fun in that?

Nah! I want something that’s going to shift the dynamics a bit. I want to hear at least one of them give me an apology.

I kept turning through the book when my eye caught this one spell called; ‘Body Transferal.’

My heart started to race a bit as I read what all the spell does, I can literally swap bodies and become one of them. Thats it!

I laid back in bed thinking about which one of the three I wanted to swap bodies with…

You have Kyle who I really think is only pressured by the other two to participate.

Chase who has been terrible to me could work but he’s not the real leader of their crew.

That leaves me with Jordan, the one who started everything. That’s who I’ll become, I’ll swap with Jordan!

I open the book back up and read all of the necessary things to complete the swap.

‘A stormy night, a silver bowl, plant seeds, a portrait of Jordan, and both of our names written down on a piece of paper that’s burned into the bowl.’

I pull my phone out and check the weather… it’s forecasting a big storm… perfect!

I gather all of the necessary things to perform the spell which was pretty easy.

I waited until the time recommended for the spell right around midnight.

I gather everything and start reciting the spell… I follow each step as listed and begin to burn both of our names into the bowl.

Lighting strikes close and I can hear thunder booming in background as I say, “Transfer our souls! I, Asher White and Jordan Gibson!” Over and over again.

Then a loud boom of thunder hits and the power goes off for a second. I close my eyes tight waiting for the spell to kick in.

That’s when the power comes back on and I open my eyes. I turn to my bedroom mirror and see my disappointed face looking back at me.

I take the Spellbook and I chuck it out my window since I’m slightly frustrated it didn’t work.

It was worth a shot I guess, I figured I might as well go to bed and just forget that I even tried something so silly!

As I fall asleep… I start having this weird dream. In it I find myself floating and somehow hovering over my body.

I start floating more and more away from it until I’m outside…

I’m passing streets for miles and I have no control of where I’m going at all.

I get a house and I see this other glowing ball shaped like a person floating right pass me. I can barely see what I’m looking at since I was still moving so fast. Thats when I get a window and see a bedroom with a male body sleeping face down.

Before I can even get a full picture of who it is, I’m forced into him.

That’s when I wake up…

My head jolts up and I feel so groggy. It takes a second for my eyes to adjust and my brain to catch up after that dream.

Almost an entire minute goes by before I can really take in my surroundings. Thats when it hit me… this isn’t my room!

I flip over on the bed and look down at my legs. They’re more tan than mine and my feet are bigger. I wiggle the toes attached to me just to confirm I now control them.

My memory of last night creeps in and then I realize— the spell, it actually worked!

I quickly get out of bed and rush to the closest mirror I could find. That’s when I see what I already expected. Jordan’s reflection looking back at me.

I pull of all of his shirt and start giggling to myself.

I say aloud, “I’m Jordan Gibson”

But then something else sinks in, the freaking Spellbook! I tossed it out my window last night!

I rush through Jordan’s room and put on some of his clothes quickly.

I grab his car keys and head out the door.

As I’m driving down the road, I can’t help but continuously looking at myself in the mirror. You see one of the biggest things I hate about Jordan is my secret lust for him. Actually my real lust for a lot of the jocks that went to school with me.

But in this moment, I don’t feel that same anger anymore. All I can think about is how after I find this Spellbook, I’m going to enjoy exploring his body.

I get to my house and I see my parents drive off. As they pull away, I pull up to the front.

I run over directly under my window where I see the Spellbook lying in the bushes. I quickly grab it and run off.

Before I get into his car I look up at the window and to my surprise I see myself looking down.

I grin up at Jordan who now learning that I have control of his body.

I see my eyes get big and screams. I almost walk away but instead I look around my neighborhood to see no one’s around.

I pull Jordan’s pants down and start shaking his surprisingly huge dick in front of him while sticking his tongue out.

He’s fuming and shouting but I can’t hear him the glass. I see him rush from the window and I bolt it to his car with his flapping all over the place.

I pull his pants up and star his car. He’s at my front door and charging for me (which is funny seeing my body that angry.)

I pull away just in time and head back to his place. I reach down and fondle his big bulge all the home.

I knew he was going to come here and I really didn’t need him to make a scene.

So I had to think fast, pull out the spell book and dig through until I find a ‘love spell.’

I go into his kitchen and I find all of the necessary things for the spell.

He hasn’t arrived yet so I pull his shirt off and start exploring his body. I grab on to his dick again when I hear a loud knock at the door.

“Oh you’re going to really love yourself Jordan.”

“You better open up!!” I hear my former voice scream.

I grab my new magical potion and walk towards the door.

I let him in and as he begins to charge at me, I lift up the magical potion and toss it right at him.

I close the door and turn around to see my former dazed. His face goes from straight anger to looking almost goofy.

“Asher… you look soo sexy in my body,” he says to me.

“Oh do I?”

“Can I please touch it?”

“Well Jordan you’re going to need to prove yourself to me.”

“Anything for you!”

He gets on his knees and grabs on to his former hands.

Chelsea:

You know I never expected how quickly I’d accept my new body after the Great Shift. Especially going from a petite white girl, to a 23 year old black guy. But I love my new life!

I don’t have a period, I can walk around outside shirtless, no need for make up, nails, or lashes.

Tons of people after the shift went a little crazy but I picked back up. After a week of nothing going back to normal I knew I had to move on from my past life. That’s probably why I’m so successful now. I’m a personal trainer for a gym that pays well and I help people get comfortable with their new bodies. I have my own place, car, I’m single, and I have no responsibilities outside of myself.

Not only that but I’ve embraced my new sexuality as a gay man. Now it did take some adjustment learning about my male anatomy but luckily only a couple of drunken hook ups helped me with that. I’m a bottom for sure!

I also love to show off my body. I mean just look at this cute ass, sexy chest, my huge feet—

Oh and I can’t forget the fact that I have a huge cock!! All of the boys love it!

Chase:

Today is a really weird day and I didn’t know how I would feel about coming over to my best friend Bryce’s house especially after the incident.

Bryce and I have been friends for over 12 years now and him and I have always been a couple of scrawny gay nerds. We both love Minecraft legend of Zelda, just about every video game you can think of and one way we really bonded was figuring out that we are both gay.

Now for years, I’ve always known that Bryce had a crush on me. For me it was never that I didn’t like Bryce or I was never interested, but I never wanted to ruin the friendship. But then you have Walker is older brother. Walker is a few years older than us. He’s super handsome, athletic, charming, he could basically date anyone he laid his eyes on.

The truth is Walker was my sexual awakening for years. I’ve stayed at their house and spent the night and it wouldn’t be uncommon to see Walker come out and nothing but basketball shorts hell I don’t even think he would wear underwear sometimes.

I can remember the way seeing him made me blush, and I tried my hardest not to stare at him. I don’t know if Walker could tell that I was checking him out. Or maybe Walker was just used to people checking him out shouldn’t be any surprise that his little brother‘s gay friend had his eyes glued to him.

And somehow he continues to keep getting hotter and hotter and hotter…

So several weeks ago, Bryce and Walker’s family went on vacation to some tropical island. And something very strange happened while touring an old temple. How Bryce explained it to me was that they had a sign up that specifically said, “ please do not touch artifact.”

Bryce can be such a stickler for rules and I can almost see it in my head. It all went down. Bryce told Walker not to touch it. Walker likes to get on Bryce‘s nerves Walker reaches for it and then shit got real quick. Because Walker and Bryce have now switched bodies.

When Bryce was explaining all this to me, I really thought it was bullshit. I mean, who would believe that that sounds like something from a movie and yet even hearing Walker‘s voice, I can tell just by the tone that it’s Bryce.

So today is the first day that I have seen Bryce since he swapped bodies with Walker. And that’s why I feel all kinds of weird.

Now Bryce and I have stayed with each other like 1 million times and it’s really not unusual for us to be basically naked around each other. OK maybe not completely naked but like at least in her underwear.

And I have tried really, really hard to make him feel comfortable and I think I’m doing a really good job but having him standing in front of me in just his brother’s boxers is driving me a bit insane.

I’m sitting on Bryce‘s bed and walks back into his room just to ask me if I wanted anything from downstairs like something to drink or maybe a snack. I can barely get out the words because I can’t stop staring at the chiseled God in front of me.

“ chase you’re staying the night right?,” he asked me.

“ oh yeah, of course I’m staying the night as long as that’s OK.”

“ yeah man of course it’s okay! You know it’s okay man. No one cares you stay the night. You’re like basically family sides. My brother isn’t going to be home tonight. He’s wanted a lot of space since the whole. I’ve got his body thing. And both my parents are out of town so it’s just gonna be us,” he says with a side smirk.

“ well if it’s just us what do you wanna get into tonight?,” I say trying to make conversation.

I’m holding my eye contact directly at his face and I try my hardest not to look anywhere else, but he takes his hand and start scratching his balls and I can almost feel my whole cock twitch.

“ I mean since everybody’s not here tonight, we can always break into my parents liquor cabinet, whoop whoop!”

You know I am probably the most innocent 18 year-old alive, I don’t wanna attend parties nor do I really sneak around my parents but I feel like alcohol sounds like a great idea right now. I mean it I might be able to calm down a bit.

“Hell yeah! That’s sounds fun!,” I say with some enthusiasm.

“Bet! Be right back!”

I hear as heavy feet running down the stairs and all I can do is try to think of something that would totally turn me off like anything taxes, my grandparents, just something…

And yet all I can think about is how hot it would be if I could suck on his toes. I’ve had a thing for feet a while now and it’s taking me a little bit to accept it and a part of that I blame Walker for him because he has some sexy ass feet.

I can remember clearly the smell of his feet after he would finish football practice and he would pull off his shoes. Shit! Fuck! I’m so hard right now. I feel like I’m gonna have to sneak away and beat one out in the bathroom just to clear my head.

And then here comes Bryce with two glasses in his hand and a bottle of wine for the both of us just super eager.

I reposition myself to where I’m laying flat on my stomach so he doesn’t notice.

Bryce hops on to the bed with me and try’s his hardest to navigate a wine opener.

“Geez, I have no clue what I’m doing here…”

I eventually take it and started twisting in. I try to pull it out but struggle.

“Here since you now have all of the muscles.”

He rolls his eyes at me and tugs it out.

“Success!”

“Good team work there he-man,” I say playfully.

Bryce’s pours both of us a glass and at first I thought it tasted awful. But the second glass… now I see why people like it. I feel so warm inside and relaxed.

We both lay back in his bed.

“Is it super weird for you?,” I ask him.

“What?”

“You know… being in your Walkers body.”

“Um… yes. Yes and no I guess. I feel like everything has just moved so quick since the trip. I feel very different in public, like I’m so much more noticed. girls hit on me… so do guys. It’s a lot to take in especially since you and my family are the only ones who know about it.”

“What about Walker’s girlfriend?”

“Oh he broke up with her, thought it would be less weird. Although he had to do it over text because I refused to call or see her in person.”

“Damn! That’s crazy.”

“Yeah but she was like his girlfriend for the month, nothing serious.”

Of course…

“So is this pretty permanent?”

“Yeah I think so, unless you know of any other magic objects than can reverse it haha.”

“No, not off of the top of my head,”I say jokingly.

“Well… that answers your question. This is my body now. This is the new me I guess,” he says looking his muscles over.

I look them over as well and then my eyes draw this briefs… he’s got a hard on…

Bryce catches my eyes and says, “you wanna touch it?”

“What?!?”

“Come on Chase… don’t play games with me. I know you and I know you’ve had the hots for this body. I’ve known for years now.”

I take a deep breath… I feel my nervous all over again.

“It’s okay, I know you like this body. It’s my body now. And I want you to touch my massive dick.”

“But Bryce!”

“Shhh! Chase I’ve had a crush on you for years and I know you would never fool around with me. And now I have the body you’ve been lusting for years now. TOUCH MY MASSIVE DICK PLEASE!”

“Fuck, okay.”

I start touching it from the outside and it does feel huge!

“You know I love you Bryce, you’re the most important person to me. I just never wanted us to loose our friendship. It’s why I never tried anything with you.”

“I know. And listen I know you weren’t trying to go after my brother. I know what he looks like. Everyone does. But now I have the body and the personality so, I’m giving you no choice but to date me. Got it?”

“Ugh fine,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Now can you do me a favor?”

“Sure!”

“Can I see your feet?” he says to me.

Wow! Wasn’t expecting that!

“Wait why?”

“I hope you don’t think this is weird but I have a thing for them.”

“Shut up! So do I!”

“You do?!?”

“Yeah especially…,” I eye down to his feet and wiggles his toes.

“Oh my god! This is about to be a wild night!”

“Wait, can I kiss you?”

“Please!”

Mac:

*Yawn* “Good Morning Dad,” I say walking out of my room from just waking up.

“Good Morning! Son hehe,” says my dad snickering.

“What’s so funny?,” I ask him.

“Oh nothing!,” he adds taking a sip of his coffee and then making a grossed out face.

“Okay… you feeling okay dad?”

“Oh yeah! Never better! Your brother got picked up at camp. He was being such a brat!!”

“I mean he didn’t seem like he wanted to go so I’m not surprised,” I say back.

“Oh yeahhhh he DEFINITELY didn’t want to go,” he says giggling again.

“Okay. You’re laughing again and it’s weirding me out. What’s going on?”

Dad sits down his coffee and leans in, he says in a whisper, “Can you keep a secret?”

“Yeah dad of course.”

“I’m not dad!! It’s me Josh!”

I rolled my eyes, that’s so stupid! Why would my dad claim to be my little brother?

“Ugh, Dad— come on now, what’s going on? Is this like a midlife crisis???”

“Nooo Mac!!! It’s me Josh!”

“Prove it!,” I say back sternly.

“Remember when you broke dad’s trophy and you told me thst you blamed the neighbor’s cat!”

“Okay well Josh could have every well told you about that.”

“Ummmm…. Remember last night, you saw me walking around and asked me what I was doing up and I told you I was going to the bathroom?”

“Uhh yeah…,” I say back.

“Well… that was a lie… I actually went to dad’s room and used this magical thingy. It swap us! He’s in my body and I’m his! He woke up this morning and totally freaked out! I just pretended like I had no clue what happened and then he had to go to camp as me… actually I made him,” he says with a big grin.

That’s pretty elaborate to be a fake story… but I need evidence.

“Well show me this magical thingy… ,” I say to him.

Dad or possible Josh hops up and runs a lot like Josh to the back. He comes up and shows me what looks like a remote control.

“So you did with this?,” I ask him.

“Yep!”

“Fine, let’s try it!”

“Here let me show you!”

He clicks a button and aims at me. One second I’m looking at dad and then the next— IM LOOKING AT MYSELF!!

“HOLY SHIT!”

“Cool right?”

I a panic I hit the button and am immediately brought back to my body.

“Awww man! I wanted to try your body out too!,” he say to me.

“Wow… you’re actually Josh…”

“Yep it’s me!”

“Josh… that’s uhhh crazy… yet strangely awesome?”

“So you’ll keep this a secret?,” he begs me.

“ Well yeah! Sides who’s going to believe any of this…,” I say back.

“YAY! Soooo what should we do?,” asks Josh.

“Hmmm… wait, if you’re dad that’s means you have his stuff, right?”

“Yep!”

“Including his wallet?,” I say with a mischievous smirk.

“I think so!”

“Then let’s go shopping!”

“Ohhhh that’s a good idea!!!”

I tell Josh to hurry up and put some clothes on. We go shopping for hours. I get a new phone, Josh gets his video games he’s been wanting.

It’s so funny watching him navigate dad’s body, a little clumsy since he’s not used to dad’s size. But watching him, I can’t help but laugh. To me, the way he’s carrying dad’s body is so Joshy-like.

We eventually get home and Josh immediately pulls off his shirt and shoes… he flops on the couch and I can immediately smell his feet.

Josh is notorious on not wearing socks— and with the heat along with dad’s big feet…

“Josh, your feet reek Buddy!”

“Do they?,” Josh grabs dad’s foot and takes big sniff of it. He grins and I watch him adjust dad’s junk.

“You may wanna wash up,” I say to him.

“Ughhhh…. Do I have to???”

“I mean if you’re going to be Dad you’re going to have to take care of his body,” I say back.

“Fine!”

“You go wash up, I’ll order us lunch.”

I start to look up restaurants and see dad’s cell go off.

I grab it and answer it, “Hello?”

“Hello, I’m looking for Mr. Benson?,” I hear a male voice say over the phone.

“Um… he’s a little busy right now. Can I leave a message?,” I say back.

“Well actually maybe you can help me. His son is here at our camp. Says he’s sick and wants to go home, now I really think it’s just a case of home sickness. But it may help if someone who knows him tells him he’ll be okay.”

“Oh! Well I’m his older brother…”

“Oh great here give me one second…”

I feel nervous just thinking about what dad’s going to say to me…

“Hi,” I hear Josh’s voice say.

“Hey bud! It’s Mac, how’s camp going?”

“MAC! You got to get me out of here! Listen, I only have like a minute and I know this is going to sound crazy but it’s dad! Somehow I woke up this morning as Josh and now I’m here at this camp… and—”

“Josh, you don’t have to make up a story for me,” I say interrupting.

“NO MAC! I’m telling you the truth!!,” he says more aggressively.

“It’s okay! Listen, camp is going to be fun! Just enjoy it! Dad and I will see you next week!”

Before dad could say anything else, I hang up the phone.

Boyyy he’s going to be pissed when he gets back here!

Meanwhile…

Josh:

Today has been a blast!!! I’m so glad that Mac is cool with me being dad! We had soooo much fun!

Especially walking into stores, so many people would call me ‘sir’ and are sooo friendly! I feel powerful being this big!

And I’ve noticed something, dad’s body outside of his size is pretty different from mine.

I kept having this strange feeling in my pants. Like it started this morning when I first woke up. Dad’s big weiner keeps getting hard.

Like I felt it move around when I was smelling his big stinky feet!! And whats weird is that I really like it! It feels kinda good!

I kick off dad’s undies and I looked down at daddy’s naked body. I touch his tummy and then his weiner.

It feels so good just touching it….

I turn on the water and sit on the toilet. I grab his foot and rub it on daddy’s face. It tickles feeling daddy’s beard.

I love daddy’s feet… I even like the stinky smell! I give his foot a kiss before sitting it down.

I hop into the shower and the warm water feels good.

I start with washing daddy’s hairy butt and then moved to the front. I run soap all over and when I get down to his junk… I kinda just stopped washing and played with his weiner.

I tug on it and notice how good it feels… I do it over and over again!

I wonder if Mac does this with his…

I tug faster as I put shampoo in daddy’s hair. I look down at daddy’s feet…. His feet…

I think about the smell and how it felt rubbing it on daddy’s face. And that’s when it happened!

I felt all of daddy’s body tighten… I let out a loud roar! His weiner started to spray all over the shower!!!

I nearly fall to the ground from how good it felt!

Once I felt like I could get off the floor, I finished washing daddy’s body.

I dry off and head out to the kitchen.

Mac says, “so we’re doing Chinese for lunch.”

“Yummy!!! Hey Mac, can I ask you something?,” I say dropping dad’s towel.

Mac:

Oh my god! Josh is standing in front of me naked in dad’s body and just explained to me that he jerked off without knowing.

“Josh, buddy that is normal but something really private,” I say to him.

“Really? Well how do you do it? I just kept tugging like this…,” Josh shows me on dad’s body and I feel all kinds of weird.

Especially since watching him tug on dad’s semi flaccid dick started to give me a hard on.

“I just don’t know if I’m doing it right,” he says to me.

“I mean I don’t know if there is a right way…”

“Well can you show me how you do it?”

I gulp. “Uhhh like this,” I say gesturing in the air.

“No come here!,” Josh grabs my hand and forces it on dad’s junk.

I grasp it… holy crap… I stroke it and he says, “ohhhh that feels better! Keep doing it!,” he says with a smile.

“Well no I shouldn’t…”

“PLEASE!!!”

“Josh, I can’t!”

He looks down at my crotch and says, “well let me try it on you.”

Josh reaches into my pants and pulls out my dick.

“Oh I like yours!,” he says fondling it in dad’s masculine hands. It feels so good…

I try to pull back but Josh starts stroking it… I let out a moan.

Josh using my dick pulls me and says, “follow me!”

We go to dad’s room and he says, “is this okay Mac?”

“No, I’m sorry Josh. We should probably stop…”

“Awww man!”

“Or wait… I got an idea.”

I grab the device from earlier. I swap the two of us.

“Go up to my room. We shouldn’t do this together, I’ll be in dad’s room.”

“Wow! Thanks Mac!!,” he says from my body.

Josh runs out and I look down at dad’s massive dick.

“Fuck… this is so wrong!”

7 Days Later:

That first day, I jerked off too many times to count. Josh and I never switched back. Im still in dad’s body and he’s still in mine.

He really enjoys being me and I’ve really enjoyed having dad’s body. It’s so strange, I never thought I’d feel this comfortable being an older guy— especially my own dad!But I love so much about this body. The strength and power this body has, the way others look at me.

And I’ve even hooked up with a few guys this week. All of them 20 something, handsome. Kind of guys who wouldn’t give me the time of day from my skinny body.

Josh, spends ALOT of time in my room. Which I can only assume what he’s doing in there. Other than the first day, we’ve respected each other’s boundaries.

Josh’s only request is that he wants to give me daily foot massages.

You know what, I get it. Dad’s got some nice feet. I’ve hooked up with a couple of guys who begged me to let them worship these feet. And hell— I find myself staring at his toes.

And now the worst part— today’s the day dad’s coming back from camp…

He’s going to be so surprised when he sees his body pull up in his car. I didn’t bring Josh with me.

A few minutes and I see a bus unloading. Dad comes running over grinning.

“What the fuck?,” I say softly.

He hops into the car and says, “You learned to drive??!”

“No lol, it’s me— Mac.”

“Mac??? You’re in my body??,” he says with a smirk.

“Yep.”

“Did Josh do this?”

“Nope, my idea. He’s in my body and neither of us want to swap back soon.”

“Really? Well, that’s funny because I think I want to stay this way for awhile as well,” he says back.

“Really???”

“Yeah, I had a lot of fun. And I don’t want to go back to work so— best of luck with that!”

“Well, I guess you’ll be Josh, Josh will be me, and I’ll be you?”

“Yep that’s right dad!,” he says to me.

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The Great Shift: Dad To Son

It's been almost two years since The Great Shift, a global event that swapped bodies for most of the population. Famous people ended up in the bodies of family men, devout people in the bodies of actors in "peculiar" movies, and the list goes on. And me?

Well, I swapped bodies with my only son. It was a huge change, no doubt (and it screwed me over in more ways than one), going from being a businessman with the body of a god to a weakling and a loser... You can imagine.

Our relationship was pretty bad. I have to admit I didn't pay him much attention; I was always more worried about work, casual dates with hot women, or just too tired to listen to him complain about how he was being bullied. Pfft... He needed to stop being a wimp and become a man (which he did, unfortunately for me). So when our roles switched, he became addicted to power. He always rubbed my old body in my face, how he wore increasingly tight or leather suits, the parade of guys coming up the stairs before their panting started, and the sound of the bed creaking incessantly.

And me? Well, I had to adapt to reliving high school without all the tools I had the first time around. I no longer had my popularity or my physique; it was torture... And yes, I had to deal with some bullies, former nerds who were now in the bodies of athletes and wanted to take out all the abuse of years on someone. It was a dark time, but at least it's over, and now I'm off to college (again).

It's kind of a pain having to relearn everything I already knew and relive what I already did. Without a doubt, I missed my old body... I missed feeling important, filling the room with just my presence, damn, not having to take the damn bus but my Mercedes.

And the "cure"? Ha! I had been hopeful for the first few months, that scientists might find something to solve all this chaos, but when I saw that several presidents, elite researchers, cabinet members, and politicians ended up with young, attractive, and muscular bodies, my hopes faded.

I had no choice but to adapt to this body and the challenges that came with it, and believe me... there were many. Beyond the obvious ones about losing muscle mass, or no longer owning my company or my money, I found something "natural" about this body that, to me, was anything but.

The attraction to men.

I wasn't homophobic, I want to emphasize that. But I was absolutely heterosexual before I ended up in David's body. And I thought that would stay that way, I mean. Look at my son, I don't think he's ever been near a woman in all this time inside my body; but unfortunately for me, that wasn't the case. The first few weeks it was just casual stuff, sneaking glances at other guys' pecs, the way their pants hung around their thighs, a longer-than-usual look in the underwear aisle...

And then, one night, without me being able to control it, I was throwing my new tool with the anxiety of someone going through withdrawal. I didn't even bother to turn down my moans, or the volume of my phone streaming a scene between two men; I came all over the sheets, my chest and breathing ragged.

And from then on, it only got worse. Blind dates, stifled kisses; It was like following this body's instincts but at the same time, wanting to resist them. Things felt so bad yet so good at the same time. My thoughts kept getting worse, and things got even more complicated when I had a guy much more muscular than me in front of me. It was like my hormones were raging like oil on a griddle.

But everything was worse when HE was in front of me. And by "he" I mean my old body.

With those suits... The way the shirt buttons strained around his chest, as if his bust was too much for the fabric to hold. And I knew he took advantage every chance he got, kicking off his shoes under the table after "a long day", bending down and asking me for help while wiggling his fat buttocks.

The challenge kept getting worse, and I didn't know how much longer I could take it. I was playing with fire. And I was caring less and less. I've even started wearing his clothes. Before, I thought they were pretty... revealing. But damn, don't you think my ass looks fantastic? Everything's perfectly where it should be, with these big, fantastic glutes! Ugh, shit. Sorry, it's really starting to get difficult for me, uh... to manage myself.

I have to admit, David's body was... tempting. He had a skinny build, but when it came to legs and hips, his glutes were so well defined against the fabric of his boxers, and his thighs, well, let's not forget. Lately, I'd been having some financial problems that were increasing almost in tandem with my "control issues". David, in my body, was still giving me a few bills for school supplies, and his college fund (now mine) was intact, but when it came to "extra cash", that's where the problem arose. He was always making excuses and lecturing me about how I should save money, put it aside, and earn it myself. Damn, he was getting his revenge. I deserved it, I knew it. He was using the same speeches I used when he was my son. He was angry and wouldn't do anything but give me what I "deserved". Luckily, I found a way to satisfy this body's craving for more and make money in the process.

— Mfhh, do you like that? – I moved hypnotically in front of the camera, making sure to use my new assets. I'd been chatting for a couple of weeks with one of my old office friends who'd had the same luck as me, ending up in the body of his college-aged daughter, who was now squandering his money on jewelry and expensive makeup while he tried to capitalize on having a bust and a defined waist. He'd recommended I become a "camguy" – I had the body and the natural charm to dedicate myself to it.

At first, I refused. What did I think I was? I had dignity; I wasn't an easy one. But I had also planted a seed of insecurity inside me that slowly grew and took root until I couldn't hold back any longer. There were many guys who had ended up in the bodies of millionaires, actors, business owners, and more, overflowing with money they didn't even know what to do with. Initially, I felt so ashamed. How could I have fallen so low? In clothes so tight they barely covered anything. But little by little, the feeling of seeing the views increase, the money pouring in like rain, finally dispelled any doubts I had.

— You all seem a bit subdued today. What's wrong? Don't you like how I look today? – I ran my hand over my smooth chest, squeezing it lightly as I let out a gasp. I licked my lip, leaving it glistening with saliva. At first, I thought about covering my face, protecting my identity, but there was also a perverse, free instinct to just let it go. To let it pass like the wind itself, what was wrong with someone seeing me like this?

The days and the recordings increased, becoming my daily routine. I had traded the office, corporate documents, and tailored suits for nights locked in my new room, secret recordings, and tight clothes. The money was a strong bonus, but the most important thing lay beyond that: the attention.

Maybe I no longer had a big or muscular physique, nor did I have women lining up for me, nor did I have my job; but I had the attention of hundreds of guys online drooling over me, addicted to my body, anxious for a simple update or a greeting, like dogs trained to worship me. I loved it.

— So, how was college? – David asked from inside my body while noisily chewing a steak he'd bought from an expensive restaurant. I'd barely touched my dinner; I didn't have much of an appetite, even though my steak looked just as appetizing. His attention didn't seem very focused on me; he was flipping through a couple of corporate documents, his biceps tensing every time he cut the meat or turned a paper, bulging through the fabric of his shirt.

— It was fine, nothing too important – I said, checking my phone, watching the reflection of David's real body staring back at me before the screen finally lit up. I'd have a live stream in a little while; I had to be quick if I wanted to get decent tips.

— Do you have something to do? You haven't stopped checking your phone – he said in a somewhat authoritarian tone that made my legs tremble. I had to admit, he was good at playing my part. I just cleared my throat.

— Homework – I lied – Can I go? I'm not very hungry today – He stood still for a moment, as if analyzing my last words, put the documents aside, and smiled somewhat mockingly.

— And what subject lets you record yourself as homework? – The water almost spilled over me. He loosened his tie, his thick collar gleaming beneath his shirt collar, the buttons undone as he stretched. He leaned back slightly, the fabric rustling against his framed pecs.

— W-What are you talking about?

— Let's not play games, will we? I know what you've been doing with my body. It's not like you're very discreet about what you do behind closed doors.

His voice echoed through the room, controlling and intimidating, like a lion claiming its territory. My legs trembled even more; if I didn't hold it, I'd wet myself.

— I-I…

— Are you going to keep lying, “son”?

It bothered me so much that he'd called me that ever since The Great Shift started. It was bullshit. I was his father. He had to respect me. He only used my thick muscles to manipulate them as he pleased, like I was a damn rag doll. It was unheard of. But at that very moment, the word sounded so controlling, dominant, and… comforting.

— N-no. But I-I…

The chair creaked, he stepped back to walk toward me, his loafers clattering against the floorboards like military boots. He placed his hand on my chin, digging his fingers in to guide my attention to him.

— I'll only ask once, what have you been doing with my body, bitch? – My legs tensed, a shiver ran down my spine, but at the same time, a warm sensation began to spread across my skin, eager for more. I wanted more. 

— I…

Shit, I was lost.

To be continued.

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Tanner:

Fuckkkk, Mr. Blake’s dick just feels too good! I can’t stop jerking one out in his body and I need to get back to the dinner table with his family! It’s Father’s Day after all.

Mr. Blake is my childhood best friends dad and we ran into each other at a bar the other day. Both of us sat and talked for hours.

He eventually confessed that he misses being young and that he would do anything to have a sexy body like mine.

That statement made me so hard because seeing Mr. Blake mowing his lawn or doing stuff around his house was a big sexual awakening for me.

So we got a hotel room, Mr. Blake pulled off his shirt and started to reveal his body to me.

“You like what you see Tanner?”

“Mhmmm…”

“Well what if I told you all of this could be yours for a week,” he says immediately pulling down his pants. My mouth drops at the sight of Mr. Blake massive 11 inch throbbing cock.

He moves closure to me, so close that we’re now face to face.

“Tanner, I have a way for the both of us to becoming each other. You’ll get my body and I’ll get yours. No limits other than we’ll have to pretend to be each other. What do you say?”

Mr. Blake directed my hand on his firm cock and it was all over for me.

So the last couple of days, I’ve been pretending to be him. Pretending to my good friend Alex and his little brother that I’m actually their father.

Although, that part had been a little tough since every time I want some ‘daddy alone time.’ On of them is right around the corner.

Like for instance, u thought I had a good hour to jerk one out.

I started massage this massive dick from the outside of his shorts. Toying around with his big hairy balls… even smelling his big hairy feet.

But as I go to pull it out, the door swings open and Alex is at the door.

“Oh hey dad! How was your day?”

“Good! Just trying to relax son,” I said nervously.

Now that it’s Father Day, my entire day has been taken over by silly things like breakfast in bed, ‘golfing’, and now some dinner.

God, I just want to finish jerking on out!

*knock knock*

“Dad you okay?”

Shitttt, can I please have just two minutes.

I put his cock up and say, “yeah I’m coming.”

I walk out of the bathroom and my eyes get big when I see who’s at the table— it’s Alex, his brother, and my body!

“Well hello Tanner!” I say trying not to be too surprised.

“Hey Mr. Blake!” he says with a big grin on his face.

“Hey dad sorry for not giving you a heads up, do you mind if Tanner stays the night?”

“Well sure son!”

God, what is he doing?

I sit between Alex and Mr. Blake in my body. I feel so nervous. But then I’m completely caught off guard by the feeling off my former feet rubbing up Mr. Blake’s hairy leg.

He’s so calm and continuing a conversation with Alex, meanwhile I feel my former big toe touching the tip of his dick.

It can’t even take it. So I grab my former foot and hold on to it, just softly rubbing the sole under the table.

After dinner, I waited up for hours watching tv. All I could think of was Mr. Blake being upstairs in my body pretending to be me with his son.

It’s around 2 am now and I finally decide to go to bed. I head back to his room and to my surprise my body lying in bed sleeping…

I look at my former big smooth feet… I’ve also been somewhat self conscious about the size of them. But now from a different prospective—

All I want to do is rub Mr. Blake’s massive cock between them.

I walk up and pull off the clothes I had on.

I get run his big fingers tracing the soles… I then grab his dick and rub the head of it on them.

“Oh you’re here, I’ve been waiting for you,” I hear my former voice say. He looks at me holding his dick pressed against my feet.

“You have very cute feet Tanner,” he says wiggling my toes.

“Why don’t you join me?”

I hop into bed with Mr. Blake and I feel him reach for his dick.

“I just wanted to reward you for agreeing to do this with me, think of this as a Father’s Day Gift.”

I watch as he starts kissing down his chest down to his crotch.

I feel him wrap my former lips around his cock.

“Thank you so much Jeff. I do feel guilty to exploit your power but you’re the only one that can help me. You know how hard and how expensive to hire those models right?”

“Yeah I know it. But, I still get paid right?”

“Of course you are, I’ll pay you one grand, bro”“Kay sounded cool, even though I know I could get paid more than that”

“Oh shut up you. One grand is huge ya’ know”

“Okay. So, who do you want first?”“Umh, Chris. I think I’ll work that big boy first” said Connor as he hands Chris photos to Jeff

Jeff pulls off his clothes, takes a deep breath and concentrating for a while and in just seconds, he already turned into Chris

“Okay, now use that grey sweatpants and pose the way you like, don’t forget to make his body as the star”

Jeff, now Chris, laid in the white sheet and then stared at the camera

“Umh, I think you should put on the glasses

”So he puts up the glasses and then slightly open his mouth, posing for the camera.

“Perfect”

“Don’t you want to take another shot with him?”

“Nah, I don’t need it. No amateur photographer could get a chance to shot all of these models in a single photo shoot. And I’m sure as fuck I’ll be hired by that magazine in instant. Now strip all of your clothing, and turn into Juan”

Chris stands up, pulling off his sweatpants and revealing his dick. At the first time, Connor didn’t pay attention to it but now the huge dick of Chris dangling free in the open air. Connor felt embarrassed as he remembered his, not even close to that size, so he told his best friend to hurry up

‘C’mon dude. I’m not making porn here”

So Jeff now turned into Juan.“What should I wear?” said Jeff in Juan form, even perfectly imitating Juan’s Mexican accent

“Nothing, just laid down there and cover your dick with that guitar. Remember, your body is the center, and try to make your biceps popped”

He followed the instructions Connor ordered and once again, they only need one shot to get the perfect one

“Okay, for the next shot, you just need to stay naked and turn yourself into him” said Connor, giving Jeff a shot of Andrew

Jeff concentrates as his hair colour turned into blonde and more hair started to appear on his chest. He gained an inch in height and then after the transformation complete, Connor steps back to take a full shot and then said

“Put that guitar and grab that story book. Cover your dick with it and just try to relax”

This time, they need 3 shots until it finally perfect and then Connor said

“Great job, now hurry up, I only hire this place for one hour so now, change into him”

“You’re so limited in budget, dude. I need to take a rest, it’s tiring you know”

“Seriously dude,a break? Okay, we take a break for now, but quick, turn yourself into him, you’re weird lookin’ like Andrew” said Connor, giving another model’s photo

“What’s your problem with this model? Do you like him? You can’t resist this cute face but hairy chest and manly musk, can’t you?” said Jeff, slowly approaching Connor in the sexiest way

“Crap, he knows it. Ah fuck, I need to stop him” thought Connor

“Step back, don’t mess around in here, it’s a studio, we can’t dirt this place with your cum”

“Who said I want to cum? Ohhhh….you dirty little faggot, you know what, I won’t continue until you blow my load. Here, it’s ready for your faggot mouth, you know you want this and it’s impossible to blow the real one….c’mere c’mere, use this chance” said Jeff in Andrew’s thick British accent, the accent that really turned Connor on as he puts the dick right in front of Connor’s gaping mouth

Connor stares at Jeff in Andrew’s form right in the eye, not so sure about this but then Andrew makes the move as he grabs Connor head and let him huffing his pubic hair. 

It can be see from Connor’s eyes that he clearly intoxicated with Andrew’s musk but he stopped himself from falling into temptation and said

“It’s not cool Jeff. Please stop, we still have shots to do and I can’t mess around now”

“Okay, okay. Just kidding dude. Sorry” said Jeff, instantly turning into the next model

“That’s better”

They continued the shot, now Jeff in Manuel’s form.

Jeff teases Connor once again but Connor shown his professionality and force Jeff to follow his order, not wanting to waste his time anymore.

“Okay, now, put that underwear on and then spread that American flag sheet to the couch. Then, change yourself into Trevor, here’s the pic, and we are done”

Jeff transforms into Trevor, the tallest one until now and then Connor said

“Lift your left arm and put your hand behind your back while the right one slightly grab the briefs, you’ve to make it that you seems like want to take that briefs off, get it?”

Jeff perfectly follows the brief and then with several shots, they are done Connor quickly cleaning up the studio and packing his stuff but he’s unaware of Jeff that still stayed in Trevor’s form. 

All in a sudden, a loud boomed voice come from behind Connor