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The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester. Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore. He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school. Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was. He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball. He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys. A lot of guys wished they could be him. I, however, wanted to be with him. Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind. At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him. Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle. His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place. His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school. He didn’t come off like the rest of them though. His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks. He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked. Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried. It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin. I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention. It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating. The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class. Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him. He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct! I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled. “You always look like you’re off in your own little world. But you still manage to do well. You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.” Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies. Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s. He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed. All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework. He helped clarify things for me thankfully. I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you? That’s his hat, right?” he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.” It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today? If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next. I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.” I don’t know why I said that. We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were. I’m also not on the baseball team. Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom. He was probably long gone anyways. After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat. I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used. I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on. Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again. I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it. It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s. It’s not like he had lice or anything. What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would. Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped. The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping. The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened. My watch skipped a tick. But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked. I had to admit, I looked really good in it. I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league. Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face. A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me. Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore. I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra. I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out. I must’ve lost track of time. As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason. I never used to make much of an impression on most people. I was quiet and had only a couple friends. Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?” the teacher remarked. Very funny. I always showed up on time. I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right. My body squeezed tight into the desk. I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler. Weird. Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative. I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering. I still felt a couple of their eyes on me. I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room. She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends. Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion. She was cute, but definitely out of my league. I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today. Something must be wrong. The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache. I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne. I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch. I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food. Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time. But for some reason, I didn’t really want to? That’s weird for me. I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally. Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name. They were two jocks. I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot. What did they want? I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind. Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym. Wanna come with?” the other jock asked me. Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious? Did these jocks actually think I was one of them? I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed. Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys. My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them. For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time. I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before. They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends. I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me. Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks? It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad. Thought you were someone else. He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank? He obviously knew my number. Of course he knows who I am. Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks. I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends. You know, my real friends. I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed. Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein. I swear I almost never eat this much. The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself. But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them? I had class soon. But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros. I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them. As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym. I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts. To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine. I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift. It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner. By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class. But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue. There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron. At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him. Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself. He could always just get another one, right? I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear. Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that. I shrugged it off. They can stare all they want for all I care. I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen. If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with. But in such a short amount of time? With no prior lifting experience? That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today. All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later? I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period. Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave. I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who? Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?” he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy! You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude. Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro. My bad.” I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with. But as I looked at him, I realized something. He was wearing his hat! But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it? “I thought you lost your hat. How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude. One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do. But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up. You’ll impress the ladies.” But I was gay. And I’ve only had this hat for a day. If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine? I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other. Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out. Was it because we were going to practice? I’ve never played baseball in my life. Nah, that can’t be right. I feel like I’ve swung a bat before… We went into the locker room to change. I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there. Someone else’s was. Someone much stronger and much taller than me. That wasn’t me. It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match. There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron. This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall. I walked closer. “Aaron” walked closer. I moved my hand to feel my face. So did “Aaron”. A dull, confused look appeared on his face. Had I really become him? But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing. Then who am I? Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier? I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name. That’s…Aaron’s? Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married. As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday. I knew my birthday, and it was in January. Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror. It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream. It was like I was his twin! Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters. At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed. Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis. I realized that this all started when I wore his hat. I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder. My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro? Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me. I think it runs in the blood, you know. You like that, right?” He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head. I nodded. I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection. I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body. At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin. The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together. This is all you ever wanted, right?” He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him. Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong. But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro. This shit’s the life, dude.” I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that. The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro. I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood. As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen… I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back? During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro. I remember.” But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right? I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right? One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game. I’ve never been more proud of you bro.” Aaron patted me on the back. I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it. That year, our baseball team was the best in the state. And I…led our team to a championship? As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real. But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away. Turns out that I was the brother he never had. We were a pair. We complemented each other perfectly. I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school. I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro? That’s gay as shit. And weird. This was my own twin we were talking about. Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too. After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…” Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro! I was just saying how good your hat looks on you. Come on, let’s go.” I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother. Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as. Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock. I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic. Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree. But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school. I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this. But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times. I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again. I remembered I kinda struggled with this class. I sat behind my bro as usual. I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework. I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class. When I asked him, he wouldn’t say. It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me. We practically knew everything about each other after all. After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you. Is everything alright? Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro. I think I was just up too late partying the other day. And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.” I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.” Mr. Martin smiled. “I won’t leave you too long. I know you two have your hands full with practice today. Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see. It suits you well, Aiden.” I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left. Mr. Martin was always cool. I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what? I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros. I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways. Probably nothing important. As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school. I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights. All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift. Must run in the blood. After school, I went to practice with Aaron. We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer. We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition. Man, this was the life. I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

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Jake cleared his through and stood at the front of the room. My friends—Jake, Zach, and I—have been swapping bodies with various people for months at a time, experiencing lives that were completely different from our own. But this month's switch was perhaps our most daring yet.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's get started," Jake announced, his voice tinged with authority. He glanced over at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before clearing his throat and scanning the clipboard. "First up, Officer Burton."

I tried to sit up and stand but my new large plump body made it difficult. I laughed as I struggled to get up and finally was able to stand tall. I adjusted my new glasses, and felt the weight of the police uniform draped over my borrowed body.Jake began to recite details about Officer Burton—his family, his hobbies, his daily routine. Jake noted that Officer Burton was married, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Ugh I was hoping he was gay" I said using Officer Burton's voice. We all laughed.

Next came Zach, who had swapped bodies with Officer Miller. Jake rattled off facts about Miller's recent divorce. Zach grinned sheepishly, knowing this meant he could have some fun this weekend. He adjusted the stiff collar of his new uniform.

Finally, it was Jake's turn. He had assumed the identity of Officer Doone, a burly man with a love for cigars. Jake read off the facts before him and smiled loving each part of his new personality.

As Jake finished reading off the last of the details, we couldn't contain our laughter any longer.

"Oh this is going to be a fun one" Zach exclaimed between fits of coughing laughter, his voice echoing in the small room. He held onto his large stomach as he doubled over.

We all stood in a circle admiring our new bodies, a stark difference from the college students were were in last month.

"Well, I'm off, Officer Doone's wife better be waiting for me" said Jake pushing his hips forward.

"I'm gonna hit the bar, luckily I don't have anyone to deal with" Zach gloated.

"I'm tired of being in straight guys, it always feels weird" I said beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Just go to a gay bar, or be DL in his body, no one will know. Besides, when you put us in those gay guys bodies on vacation we didn't complain" said Jake. We laughed, and went our separate ways. I hopped in my car and began to please myself. I wanted to get it done before I went back to my guys house. Despite being straight this was going to be a fun body and I couldn't wait to see what the month held for us.

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CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

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Exchange Student

Believe me when I tell you when I say that this is not what I wanted. Sure, I have been super critical of my nation… you just need to look at global news to understand why I didn’t feel proud of being an American. Maybe I shared that feeling to strongly with Filip, one of the exchange students that were studying on campus. Imagine my surprise when he switched our bodies a couple of days before he returned to his home country. Now I am super scared of getting on that plane and traveling to a poor east European country. Well… at least Filip is a handsome gal… this next couple of months will definitely change my perspective and determine if I was wrong or I was right on everything that I thought of my nation.

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Day to Remember

Since Cody and I got hold of the Ring of Change, we’ve had the best sex ever. Today, Cody sugested we use it to transform ourselves into the Dirk, hot guy from next door and his twinkish son Brad and I immediately agreed. The thought of spending the day as a muscle daddy and his sexy boy was a massive turn on!

It was Cody’s turn to go first with The Ring and I wondered which role he’d select for me today. I didn’t have to wait long. As soon as he slipped The Ring onto his fingers, I began to feel my thickly muscled bulk dwindling into the familiar, willowy body of Brad and gasped in shock at the sudden feeling of extreme horniness that enveloped me. My now baggy boxers quickly grew out into navy slacks and a pair of black dress shoes popped into place on my slender new feet completing the look. I gave Cody a quick twirl in my new body and gently caressed my nipples, biting my lip seductively as I reached over to slide the ring off his finger.

Popping the ring onto my finger, I imagined Dirk’s beefy, hairy body and in a matter of seconds Cody inflated into the image of our neighbour, my hot muscle daddy, complete with a smart pair of dress slacks, red tie and a fitted white shirt that showed his thickly muscled arms beautifully. My heart fluttered as he rubbed his dense new beard seductively and growled at me, easily hefting me onto our bed and positioning me over his rapidly inflating cock.

As I loosened Daddy’s tie and gently touched the thick new fur on his face, he gazed back at me with warm smiling eyes that made my heart skip a beat and a hot, tingling feeling pulse in my increasingly eager ass. Repositioning my eager boipussy against the firm cock I could feel through his slacks, I knew that Daddy’d definitely make this a day to remember!

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New Year New Ford

New year's Eve, 2023. 11:55pm. You were watching your local channel that had the New York Ball Drop. Like past new year's you were alone in your apartment. All your friends had got invited to parties besides you so here you were. However one of your friends handed you something interesting last you saw them. "I heard that if you blow the candle and make a wish right as midnight hits it'll come true!" Your friend said as he handed you a star candle.

It sounded like superstition but this year was rough for you as you found yourself unsatisfied with your life and your job so hey it can be worth a shot! You remembered that right before you went to watch the countdown you enviously scrolled Instagram to where you followed a concerning amount of bodybuilders. They seemed to have the perfect lives. Big beautiful body, a loving partner, sponsorships, and getting to show off. Just thinking about it makes you a lil' hard. One bodybuilder that you saw while scrolling caught your eye in particular. He looked so perfect... so large...

"If only I looked like him..." You mutter. Then you hear the people cheering on from 10 to 9 then 8 and so on. You look at the counter with the candle and a lighter and then the tv screen. It was a mad dash to light the candle and put it close to your face closing your eyes and speaking your wish. "I wish I was a bodybuilder with big huge muscles!" You blow out the candle right as it hit midnight.

You open your eyes again and find yourself looking the exact same. What a disappointment. Time for bed though you are very tired. You grab your green blanket and settle down on the couch as you snooze. Unbeknownst to you, your life was going to get a whole lot better.

As you slept, your body started to glow as your white pale skin became that of a bodybuilder tan for competitions. Your clothes evaporated from your body leaving you completely in the nude. Your body now started to expand in all directions. Your flat chest filled with meat and become thick pecs. Your arms became thick like trees. Abs popped in, shoulders becoming bigger, back widening. Your legs became thick and juicy like a drumstick. Your hands became calloused and worn and just a bit bigger. Your small pencil dick increase to a girthy 8 inches of a beer can while your adam's apple became more prominent and neck more thick. Your flat ass became large and bounced like a bubble. Your hair was cut into it was a buzzcut as your body physically aged. The transformation was now complete as you continued to rest. snoring in a much deeper tone.

As the morning came you were still fast asleep unaware that you had a completely new body.

You yawn as you awake not yet realizing your muscular body as you scratch your ass. You seem to forget that you were wearing clothes last night as you walk to your bathroom, letting your new dick dangle. You reach the mirror in the bathroom and rub your eyes and that's when you realize. "OH MY FUCKING GOD?!??!?!" You scream. You finally realized your body changed.

It wasn't long until you started to explore your new body, commenting on your new ass and big dick. While you tested out your new body the scenery around your bathroom became bigger and much more luxurious. In fact, Your entire apartment was remade into a much more massive house not that you knew this was happening. You just let your muscles captivate you. You closed your eyes and you put your massive arms to your head as you thought about your new life. As that was happening your bodybuilder tan slowly disappeared and a cross necklace wrapped itself around your neck and some workout shorts covered your member. No underwear though.

You eventually put your arms down as you realize you should probably check your phone to see if it changed in any way so you leave your bathroom completely blissful of the changes to both your house and bathroom. You head to your new bedroom and check your phone. Much to your surprise, there are notifications from many including dating apps. Seems like the new you gets around. You rub your head as you realize the reality of your new life is going to be a doosey.

As you ponder what to do next you feel something happening in your brain. You can feel your brain processing slowing down. Most academic knowledge you ever had being flushed down the metaphorical drain as it was replace with solely the need to bulk your already large body. You space out as this was happening and a little drool came out of your mouth before you snapped back to reality. The only thing on your mind now is to go to the gym and get RIPPED. So you grab the workout gear you suddenly now have and ride in your car to your favorite place in the world.

You arrive at the gym and scent of musk overwhelmed your nose and it felt like home. With it being the new year you see many new people but that doesn't stop your grind. You walk to the gym lockers and your instincts lead you to a locker with the name "Lunsford". You put your bag into the locker and get back to the gym floor. With ease and effort you work out for hours. You always loved that pump. After working out you adjust your sweaty tank and hand to the gym area with full body mirrors.

Once you arrived you immediately stripped into just underwear and socks and flexed. God you looked so good. You loved your body. You loved your life.

A few months later...

Your life has been such a breeze and you were invited to the beach with some bodybuilder friends you made over the months. In a cocky fashion you flex on the beach before stripping into your beach attire.

was only a matter of time until someone wanted a picture or a video of you. With the first person who asks you put on some shades you had in one of your pockets and put them on, only to take them off immediately after and wink at the camera.

"it's going to be a good year!" You say to yourself as you jog to the water with glee.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Hey everyone! Late new year story for ya! Hope this year brings you good fortune and fun! See you in the next story!

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Officer Davies was, above all else, a lazy person. 30 years in the same job on the force with barely any upward movement would do that to a person. When he'd first joined he'd been the young hotshot sure he would make detective within a year, but then so had everyone else. One year as a low level cop with no promotions turned to two, two turned to four, then before he knew it he was turning 50, fat, and still in the same shitty job. So he’d stopped caring about his appearance and his career prospects and just started going through the motions of bar minimum.

Which is exactly what he did when he got the early morning call for a noise complaint across town. Some old lady complained about the construction site next to her house being noisy when she was trying to sleep. He knew well enough the city laws had certain times places like that could and couldn’t work, and that this complaint had come in well within the legal timing. Still, protocol said he still go and check it out even if it were nothing, so that’s what he did. Gathered his, then headed out to grab a car to drive over to the site.

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Once he got to the site, Officer Davies switched the engine off and glanced around before getting out. It was a mess at best, with his squad car parked in front of a small, makeshift office that looked like it might collapse any moment. Men in hardhats wandered around every which way passed Officer Davies without much of a care as to why he was there; it was probably far above their pay grade.

“Can I help you with something, Officer?” A deep voice came from behind him only a few moments after he’d pulled himself out of the car.

Davies turned on the spot to see one of the workers smiling at him. His instant reaction was to wrinkle his nose at the smell coming off the guy; blue overalls open at the front let whatever intense stench of sweat from a hard morning working waft out. Pungent was the most apt description of the smell coming from the man’s hairy torso, but Davies was all too polite to mention it. The sooner he dealt with the noise complaint the sooner he could leave.

“Just a routine check up from some noise complaints in the area is all, I’ll need to have a chat with whoever the supervisor is around here to check on a few things before I can leave you to it.” He said with a flat, uninterested tone.

The man that’d stopped to talk to him smiled. “Well then you’re in luck, since I’m in charge around here. Shall we?” He gestured at the shabby building behind them that was his office. “Head on inside and I’ll be with you in a moment, just got to finish up something quickly.”

Officer Davies nodded wordlessly and turned towards the office. Anything to get away from the smell of sweat and all the dirt of the building site. He trudged over to the office and pulled the door open, and wasn’t surprised to see the messy state of the inside of the place. Clothes discarded on a sofa in one corner, papers strewn around all over the main desk in the centre of the room, an all around mess. How someone could work like this he had no idea. Still, he shuffled his way through the mess of an office and took a seat in front of the desk, idly drumming his fingers against the wooden arm of the chair as he waited for the man he'd seen to return.

Several minutes later the sound of the office door opening behind him made Officer Davies turn. That same guy, now thankfully with his overalls zipped up, walked in with two coffee cups in hand.

“Took the liberty of getting you something to drink Officer, our boys make the best coffee here.” He said with the same disarming smile from earlier as he walked over. Officer Davies reached out to take the cup closest to him, only for the foreman to switch them at the last moment and hand him the other cup. “Oops, sorry that one's mine. Trying some new health thing, so unless you want a decaf coffee with oat milk I'd take that one.”

Officer Davies smiled and took the offered cup, mumbling a word of thanks before he raised it to his lips. The guy might be messy as hell but at least he knew how to treat a visitor. The coffee it turned out was strong and hot, barely leaving any room to actually taste anything. That was the way he often liked it though, so he was glad to see the statement of them making good coffee was actually true.

“Right, sorry about all that.” The man across from him said when he was finally settled. “First off let me introduce myself, I'm Leon, I pretty much run things around here day to day. And you're here about a noise complaint, yes? Well I can assure you we keep everything up to code. As much as the top brass might want this project done quicker we only ever stick to the hours we're meant to operate in.”

“I'm not here to accuse you or your workers of anything, it's just routine. We get complaints we've got to come in and check, even if you are well within the law by the end of it.” Davies said in a monotonous tone. It was a speech he'd given a thousand times over to a thousand different people, just like every other aspect of his dead end job. “I'm just going to need to look around and speak to a few people, then I can be out of your hair. Won't be more than an hour.”

Leon’s smile was friendly and disarming, enough so that Officer Davies didn’t notice the button he pressed under his desk. He couldn’t have police looking too closely into what construction they were actually doing here, and they could always do with more workers. Besides, he had a feeling an overweight cop that looked bored with his job wouldn’t mind what he was about to do to him…

“Of course, by all means whatever you need.” Leon said as he gestured at the door he knew would already be locked. “I will have to ask you to leave your gun here though. We’ve got various equipment and chemicals on site, and whilst I’m not saying I don’t trust you, it’s a risk I can’t allow on site. I’m sure you understand, Officer.”

Davies glanced down at his belt, then rolled his eyes a little as he unclipped the gun and set it on the desk. Leon picked it up and placed it carefully into one of his desk drawers, which to the officer’s great relief he then proceeded to lock. Once that was done he pushed himself up out of the chair and headed over to the door, wanting more than anything to get this over with so he could go back to the station. Only, when he reached the door and pulled the handle he found it stuck fast.

“Sorry, but that can’t be allowed to happen.” Leon’s calm voice came from behind him. “You see, we’re building a highly classified new building here, and can’t have anyone looking around. Orders from above is to ‘deal with’ anyone that tries to look around for any reason, especially police. You’ll like this though, I promise.”

The same pungent smell from earlier filled the room as Officer Davies started to panic. He couldn’t move despite many attempts, so he was stuck rooted to the spot as the manly stink of sweat and cum built and built. He thought it was coming from Leon, it had to be, but something was off. Part of that smell felt familiar where it had just been unpleasant before. He sniffed, then sniffed once more. He did recognise that smell he realised, but the only possible source of it made dread swirl up inside him. It was his smell. Or, more accurately it was some twisted version of how he knew he smelt mixed with the pungent aroma of something closer to Leon.

“W-What are you…” He managed to say before the force holding him bound still stopped him from talking too.

“What am I doing to you? It’s simple really.” Leon moved around to stand in front of the frozen policeman, that same disarming smile still plastered across his face. “I’m making you the best version of yourself. You look like you were probably an attractive man in your youth, right? Probably thought you were cool as hell, becoming a cop too to really flex that dominance. Only, it wasn’t as shiny and amazing as you thought it would be, was it? You got lazy and you got old, sat around doing paperwork all day instead of keeping up those looks of yours. Well how about you let me push you onto a different path?”

Officer Davies was torn. On the one hand he was terrified of whatever was going on that gave this guy the ability to do whatever he was going to do. But on the other hand he was curious as hell. The smell that’d grown didn’t feel so unpleasant now it had a twist of something familiar worked in, instead it felt safe, comfortable. And everything Leon was saying was true. He did miss his youth, he did miss being young and attractive and having girls fall at his feet. Those days were long behind him though and he’d accepted that. But maybe they didn’t have to be.

“All you have to do is say yes.” Leon continued. “Embrace this instead of making me force it and we can have so much fun together. You can have everything you want again; a young, strong body, all the sex you want, and even a career here that isn’t going to waste you away. Just tell me your name and I’ll set you free.”

“William.” He said before he could talk himself out of this.

Giving into his captor might not be the smartest idea, but it was the greedy one. If everything being promised was indeed true then why not take everything being offered? He hated his life, he had for a long time, so being made anew by whatever powers that be was his best option. When would he get another chance like this?

Leon smirked. “William Davies, or should that be Liam Davies instead?”

As soon as the shorter name was spoken, a shiver ran through William’s body. He’d gone by Liam in his younger days, but as with his confidence and his hot body that had faded with maturity. Now the reminder came with it a powerful something he couldn’t quite place. An energy he’d forgotten from years ago, back when he was still in his prime. He felt a churning in his gut as this something spread through him, then it started.

The mass of fat that’s spread over him in recent years contracted in a sudden lurch that had William’s balance faltering for a moment. He swayed and placed his hand against a nearby wall as the extra weight dropped away into nothingness, as if it was never there in the first place. The large shirt he wore as a uniform was loose now where it hadn't been moments ago, the fabric in the front now hanging freely over a stomach that was now flat and toned.

So too did William realise the same change to his stomach had swept over the rest of his body, he had just been too preoccupied by the largest of those changes. His arms were right under the fabric of his shirt, now formed into two massive biceps bigger than his had ever been in the past. Pecs no longer soft had hardened up into two thick slabs of muscle, which in turn had helped his back push out wider. His uniform was now tight in all different places to where it had before; shoulders like cannonballs strained the dark fabric along with his upper back and arms instead of a massive belly.

“Shit, you weren't kidding!” William said as he took in the state of his body. Even his voice sounded smoother than it had before. Younger and less tainted by decades of smoking. “I can't believe this is really-”

“Believe it Liam, this is you. The best you possible.” The voice of the man responsible for this said. Suddenly there were two hands wrapping around his changed body from behind, pulling at the buttons of his shirt. “Let's get this off you alright? You're not some boring old cop anymore Liam, you're young and hot. You work for me, maybe more than that.”

Liam. It'd been a long time since anyone had properly called him that, but he liked it now. Made him feel like a younger man than he was, though that might not be exactly true anymore. As he let Leon strip him of his uniform, Liam ran his hands over his face and neck. Smooth and youthful, just as he had guessed. He wasn't old anymore, wasn't fat. Was far the opposite of both of those as he saw moments later with clothing removed; the absolutely ripped body that got revealed was a sight to say the least.

“All I've got to do for this is work for you? Here?” He asked as the shirt finally came loose of his arms and fell to the floor.

It was a tempting offer, if it even was one. Part of him felt like this was happening either way, but hadn't he already accepted this when Leon had asked his name? He was in deep with this already, and it wasn't like he had anything worth holding onto in his life. He hated his old body and job. Hated all the assholes that never recognised the hard work he put in, until he stopped putting that work in and just did the bare minimum that is. Why even stay attached to all that when he could be hot as hell and smell so naturally good? Men would love that.

“Wait.” He said as he caught up with the thought that'd just cross his mind. Men? He was straight, wasn't he? “I'm not-”

The scratch of a beard against his neck as a kiss was pressed there shut him right up. If his cock’s reaction was anything to go by he was definitely gay now. A hairy muscular hunk pressed against his back and undressing him, all whilst smelling so fucking good, who could resist? He could barely understand how he hadn't liked it when he'd arrived, the man smelt divine.

“Finally caught up huh? Yeah, you're gay now.” Leon whispered. “Just like everyone else here. Side effect of the drug I slipped into your coffee, if you were straight before there's absolutely no chance you are now.”

He knew he should protest, but he couldn't bring himself to care any less about his sexuality being switched. So what if he was gay? It would probably be easier. Guys he understood, he was one after all. They were simple and predictable, going after what they wanted just like Leon was right now with his hands running lower down Liam's body. He could be gay, especially if it meant more of Leon.

“Fuck, then what're you waiting for dude?” Liam said as he settled himself back into his old forgotten ways. The ways of a handsome stud not worn down by life. “Get on with it and show me a good time! If I'm gonna be gay you've got to at least show me why it's better than pussy.”

Leon's answer was to finish removing the oversized clothes from Liam's body, leaving the jock standing naked in the messy office. Naked in his full glory, far bigger and even more hung than he'd ever been. The drug had worked its magic just as Leon knew it would, sculpting Liam into his full potential from his genetics.

Now it was easy for Leon to rock his hard bulge against Liam's ass whilst he jerked the new hunk off. Liam's moans echoed through the office, only serving to turn both of them on more with each stroke. Deep grunt's as Leon squeezed the shaft and rocked his hips in perfect sync, a move born of practised ease of plenty of sex with men. He knew how to work a cock, and he was going to make sure Liam knew that.

On the side of the newly young jock, Liam couldn't believe how good this felt. He'd jerk off himself plenty, and been sucked off some in his youth too, but this was something else. Call it years of neglect for sex or maybe Leon was just that good, but this was incredible. The guy knew just how hard to squeeze, when to pause and tease the head of his cock slightly, when to pull back and let him recover before picking up the pace again. It went on for what felt like hours of being right on the edge of cumming but never being allowed to, not until Leon decided he could.

“P-Please man you gotta…” He panted, now nothing more than a horny mess in Leon's arms. “I'm gay, I'm so fucking gay holy shit. And fuck my old life, fuck the police and fuck all that shit!”

It was music to Leon's ears. Beautiful sweet music that he'd been able to take another wasted body and help them flourish into something better. And Liam Davies the young gay construction worker was far better than Officer William Davies, the old, fat, straight police officer.

“Then cum for me and let go of all that bullshit Liam, it's all behind you.” Leon's pace grew faster around Liam's cock, driving him finally closer to that delicious edge he craved. “You're free now, so release and finally enjoy life again.”

Liam did just that seconds later. Cumming hard and shooting like a broken faucet, Liam had never felt a better orgasm in his life. He could make something of himself here and he knew it, finally make a mark on life and feel like he was really doing something. And in that split second between the high of his orgasm and the onset of post-nut clarity he knew exactly what needed doing.

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“So, how would you say the city has changed since the dramatic events two months ago?” The news reporter held her microphone out to a familiar handsome middle-aged man, all dressed up in a suit and tie instead of the overalls he usually wore.

The man in question smiled. “You mean since over half of the local police force resigned or disappeared? For the better, honestly.” Leon said. “Half of them as it was discovered were crooked anyway, so it's not like they're going to be missed. Those that are left of course are still doing exemplary work, with our help of course.”

“And, what help is that exactly?” The woman questioned. “LifeCorp made all these promises when the incident happened of using their networks to help keep the peace, but what networks are those? We'd all like to know.”

“Well Melissa, I can't exactly be giving away company secrets. What I can say though is we've been working with those left in the police to transfer some of the responsibilities and put plans in place to create new infrastructure. We have a very talented and very capable construction crew, all led by my right hand man Liam Davies. A lot of the crime issues can be solved by just providing people with the opportunities they need, and that's what we at LifeCorp are trying to do. This just happened to be the perfect scenario to really show it off.”

Melissa nodded along with the explanation, but wasn't done yet. “And what do you make of the conspiracy theorists out there that are saying your company had a hand in the disappearances?” She pressed.

Leon laughed. “Please, if we all listened to them then we'd be out here thinking the world is flat. On a serious note though, there's no way we'd ever do something like that. The planning to move into the city and bring our work here was already in place before anything happened, construction on our headquarters here started six months ago after all. We just accelerated things a little when the need arose.”

“Well thank you Leon for your time.” Melissa turned back to the camera and smiled a small, practised smile. “Well there you have it folks. That was Leon Delworth, head of the new west coast branch of the multinational company LifeCorp with me here to talk about how his company is here to demonstrate the overuse of police in America's cities today. Will their experiment prove a success? Keep yourself by the TV because we'll be keeping you updated with all the stats and information you need in this brave new adventure for our little city. That's all from me, goodnight.”

Liam switched the TV off and grinned to himself a little. The plan had gone off without fail, perhaps even better than he could have hoped.

Back on that first day he was changed months ago he'd plotted with Leon for revenge. As soon as the ruggedly handsome man had confessed his actual role as more than just the man in charge of construction of the site it'd all fallen into place. They could and did use that same drug that had changed him to do the same to most of the other police officers Liam used to work with, albeit a little less willingly for some. They'd grown their construction crew of hunky gay men by double, and got rid of all the assholes at that place Liam hated that had messed him around for so long. A few had been left sure, the nicer and more competent ones. Then Leon had his company swoop in and act the saviour of the sudden problem, when it'd been their creation in the first place.

His phone vibrating snapped him out of his thoughts.

Leon: Interview over at last. Ready for the celebration orgy with the guys?

Oh, was he ready. He'd been waiting all week for this, and the guys on the crew had too. Building work finished, interview over, they were all ready for one massive gay fuck in the new facility they'd just finished. The newly created members were just as eager if not more so than the ones that'd been around before this, Liam included. None of them saw any regrets being gay and hunky, not now they'd been educated first hand on the pleasures of it anyway. There had been resistance in the beginning, but they soon saw to it that every one of the former cops was happy as the new versions of themselves.

Liam: You bet your ass I am. As long as I get you all to myself the rest of the weekend!

He locked his phone and stood after he'd replied, his grin still not fading. He couldn't get enough of his new life, construction was simple, easy, and a great workout for a guy as big as him. He couldn't wait for more.

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Last night me and my brother George had a huge argument. I said a few things. He said a few things. I said I wanted to be him. He said he wanted to be me. Then we went to bed. I had the best dream. I was travelling on across the coast. I had massive abs. Even though in real life im chubby. I never felt happier. But I also felt light.

The next morning, I wake up and notice I'm not in my bedroom. But I'm in George's bedroom. Odd, I think. Especially as George isn't in his room. I sit up in bed. Amazed on how I got in George's bedroom. Then I look down and I see I have abs. Big abs like George. I started to think that I was still dreaming. But I pinch myself. I'm not dreaming. So I open up my phone and see George's reflection.

I freak out. Then George barges in. Freaking out. We both eventually agree to pretend to be each other, until we either swap back or we have accepted our fate.

George's body is massive. His abs. His ass. His junk. George asked me to go to the gym regularly while I'm in his body. So I do. But before I go, I play with my new member in between my legs.

While I'm at the gym. I feel powerful. George's muscles can lift heavy weights.

After a month of being George. I decided to go on holiday. I can't not show off this body in the hot sun. The looks I got. Everyone was looking at me and thinking how hot I am. And I feel it.

After a few months of this. I still can't still get over how strong his body is.

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Unpractical

Taking control of Ryan´s flesh is without a doubt one of the best things that happened in my life. Honestly, this dude was extremely hot and, while wearing his skin, it become so easy to get the attention of any girl that I wanted. There is just one issue, the device that allows me to take control of his flesh is to big. Everybody asks me about it. Of course, I lied that it was part of my workout routine. What else could I say? That this chest device allowed me to puppeteer Ryan while my real self was sealed on a remote laboratory. Yeah, I love being Ryan, but having these plate with me all the times was unpractical. I just wish that next year model will be smaller and let me enjoy the life that I have stolen to its full potential.

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As I sat on the couch, sipping my wine, I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of Amanda lounging shirtless, in my body, looking so comfortable. It had been a couple of days since the switch, and things were starting to feel a bit more normal, or at least as normal as they could be under the circumstances.

"So, how's it feel to be me?" I asked, grinning at her.

Amanda took a long swig of her beer before answering, leaving remnants of it in her beard "Honestly, it's kind of freeing. I mean, I can go anywhere without a shirt, and no one bats an eye. It's like I've been let loose".

I chuckled, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, it's been weird having to wear a bra or I get terrible back problems. Although, your body feels so much more flexible and light. It's like I can move in ways I never could before."

We both fell silent for a moment, lost in our own thoughts. This whole experience had been eye-opening, to say the least. Being in each other's bodies had given us a new perspective on ourselves and our relationship.

"You know," I said, breaking the silence, "I've noticed some things about you since we switched."

Amanda raised an eyebrow, curious. "Oh yeah? Like what?"

"Well, for starters, I never realized how much you carry yourself with such confidence. And your attention to detail, it's like you see things that I would never even notice."

Amanda smiled, a hint of color rising to her cheeks. "And you, Chris, you're so much more caring and patient than I ever gave you credit for. I guess being in your shoes has made me see things differently."

We continued to list out the perks of being each other, laughing and joking as we did. But then, as we locked eyes, a moment of clarity washed over us both. We didn't want things to go back to the way they were. We wanted to stay like this, to experience life through each other's eyes.

Without another word, we leaned in, our lips meeting in a soft, tentative kiss. I felt lust wash over me as I felt his prickly lips rub against my smooth skin. I felt a boner stick out and drizzle with a little pre-cum onto my shorts where my crotch was.

"Let's do it" I said biting my lip.

"But the therapist said... if we do this it becomes permanent" Amanda said.

I brought her in for another kiss and moaned out of how horny I felt. I locked in him for another kiss, and it became a silent agreement as Amanda used my body to have sex. As we finished we locked eyes, unable to believe we had just made it permanent, but it felt correct in every way.

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"Dude, I took over your dad's body.."

"...and goddamn is there a lot of him to work with! I've been a ghost for years now, but I've never been inside a 6' 3" ex-linebacker! I've been checking him out all afternoon, and let me tell you that this man is big and hairy all over," he punctuates his comment with a wink.

Your dad, the man you've looked up to your entire life, is saying things you don't want to think about while casually laying on the couch in nothing but a robe and booty shorts. The urge to puke is suppressed, but you know that Jimmy has crossed a line here. Your deceased friend has possessed bullies, professors, and more, but he's never had the balls to take over your own family. What was he thinking?

"I jumped into him while he was at work. I think his coworkers probably found it strange when I picked up his briefcase and waddled his ass out the door," Jimmy chuckles at the memory, "But don't worry. Your old man had plenty of sick days he wasn't gonna use."

It doesn't take long for you to burst out in anger at the spirit controlling your father. Your face is hot, and you can't stand to watch your dad get puppetted around like a fool!

"Calm the fuck down!" he swears uncharacteristically, "Give this big guy a hug. Come here. Daddy needs some love..."

The thought of hugging your father while he's being forced to act like this feels wrong, but you relent. A part of you is glad for the embrace. It might not actually be your dad, but paternal comfort is exactly what you need right now, and your real dad isn't the type to give his child a hug.

"That's it, son," Jimmy pets your head with your father's thick hands, "Let daddy take care of you. Let your dumb old fart-of-a-father give you some much-needed attention."

You can't help but chuckle at the self-deprecating joke. Your real dad was too proud to laugh at himself, and he'd never made an effort to be anything other than distant and formal with you. In fact, there was a lot your real dad would never do; he'd never leave the office in the middle of the day, he'd never lay around the house like a lazy bum, and he'd certainly never let his hairy chest and thick legs be on full display in front of his disappointing gay son.

Suddenly, while still embraced, you realize there's something poking into your waist.

"Sorry, dude," your father whispers in your ear, "I guess your dad is just happy to see you."

You push him away, insisting that Jimmy needs to stay out of family members' bodies because this just feels so wrong! You search the pair of unnaturally blank eyes for any sign that Jimmy might be listening to you.

"You need to relax, bro," your dad (Jimmy) groans in annoyance. He looks disappointed, but then he sparks up and gives you a new look of excitement. "Son," he says with exaggerated machismo, "Take a page from my book and learn to chill out. It doesn't matter what the world thinks about you or me. I'll prove it to you..."

With a placid grin and blank gaze, your father lumbers past and marches straight out the front door of the house. You're almost too stunned to follow. Was Jimmy really going to parade your dad's body around the neighborhood in nothing but his robe?

"Afternoon, neighbor," your father's rumbling tone bellows across the street, "Lovely weather, today. My son thought I should take my fat hairy gut for a little stroll in the sun. You know us dads have got to keep our boys happy. Am I right?"

Mr. Jones stares at your father from his porch, just as shocked as you are. He often drank beers with this man and every other neighborhood dad at backyard barbecues and living room game watches. This was not how he normally interacted with the man, and it obviously struck him as weird.

"You alright, Bob?" he asks hesitantly.

"Right as rain, neighbor!" Jimmy answers with a tone that's too goofy to pass as my dad's, "If that's how you're staring at me now, I wonder what'll happen if I take this robe off..."

Before Mr. Jones can process the flirtation in your father's voice, you shuffle your dad further down the street and away from the whole interaction. That may have been hilarious, but Jimmy was going to destroy any reputation and respect your father had around here!

You demand to know where Jimmy is going with this body. It's not like you have any ability to even slow the ghost down when he's got the weight and strength of your 200 lb father.

"I'm thinking the park. Your dad could use some cardio," he smirks, an unfamiliar expression on the grown man's face, "Or maybe the public bathroom on the north end. You know, it has that hole in the stall..."

No amount of reasoning or arguments can change Jimmy's mind. Apparently he's set on wearing your father to the city's most notorious gay hookup spot.

"Don't look at me like that," his gravelly voice sounds amused by your frustration, "With me in charge, your dad will be the dirtiest slut that bathroom's ever seen. Don't you think it'll be funny to see such a massive, manly bear serving man after man in there?"

You sigh in disbelief.

"Or...maybe I don't have to rent out your dad's body to a bunch of strangers..."

You wonder where he's going with this. It sounds like an ultimatum is coming, and you don't like the idea of your crazy dead friend giving you an ultimatum.

"...your dad could hold off on bottoming for strangers...if...you let him be your submissive little bitch."

The choice is an annoying one, but you're pretty sure you can't let your dad have unprotected sex with strangers in a public place. This is what he'd want right?

"That's what I thought," the grin on your father's face twists maniacally. He tussles your hair like he's the proudest dad in the world, "Let's head on back home, buddy. Daddy's gonna lick every inch of sweat off that body of yours. He's got years of emotional absence to make up for."

One of his beefy arms cradles your back and turns you around. You're relieved to no longer be headed towards the public bathroom, but you're still a little nervous about what awaits you at home. How does Jimmy expect you to enjoy any of this when it's your dad doing all these things to you?

"Daddy's gonna treat you to a night that's all about you," he goes on, "Cooking you dinner, rubbing your feet, cuddling on the couch, and so much more. I want you to think of some humiliating things daddy can do for you while we walk back. Make sure they're extra degrading or your dad will just have to step out of the house and degrade himself where the entire city can see..."

The last comment gives you butterflies in your stomach, but it also gives you a bit of a hard-on. Maybe Jimmy playing with your dad wasn't so scary of an idea after all. With him possessed, anything was on the table: personal affirmations, some much needed bonding, roleplay, revenge, humiliation. Heck, you could even give your father a golden shower and Jimmy would have him smiling through it!

Walking home, you steal glances at your dad, towering over you as his rotund gut leads the way. Home can't come fast enough!

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For the evening, my partner had hopped a sexy, white-haired muscle daddy while I'd scored myself the body of cute, blonde twunk. It was a bit of a switch-up from our everyday forms; I was usually the larger one but it was nice to give him a chance to take charge. And I'd enjoy giving in, playing the submissive bottom for him, willing to receive his borrowed Daddy cock any way he wanted to give it to me.

After taking a few selfies, my partner stroked his big hand down my slender back and suggested we move things to the bedroom. My smooth, pink asshole trembled with anticipation at the thought of his powerful Daddy muscles piled on top of me, with me riding him like a horny slut, and letting him fill me all the way up.

"Damn, this body is made for being a bottom," I thought, eagerly anticipating all that was to come.

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Original Story and AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files

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Gym Games

This next story goes out to a very special someone on their birthday! @amalianetwork!

This man is a true marvel in our little tumblr community. He’s an intelligent, handsome, and silver tongued speaker that has had my heart beating a mile a minute when i read his stories. He’s an active part of inspiring so many writers in creating a variety of works. I’m not sure I’d be writing to you now if it was not for the consistent encouragement and positive words from this guy. This story is based off a game we play when we’re both at the gym ;)

Sam let out a large breath as he set down the heavy weights he was lifting. Well… heavy is a relative term. 20lbs was definitely heavy for some! But he couldn’t dwell on that. He was getting a call.

“Yo!” he said, answering his phone. “It’s about time you picked up! You’ll never believe what happened to me today!” came the voice on the other end. Sam let out a sigh. It was the high pitched, excitable voice of Claude, his friend and partner in crime when it came to all of his nerdy sci-fi interests. He was always calling Sam about the latest in their favorite shows and stuff, but now was not the time.

“Hey Claude. Look now’s not a good time I-”

“Oh my gosh Sam! You’re gonna flip when I tell you what I actually found! Remember that movie where those guys found a way to alter reality? And remember that time I showed you stories about those things called the Chronivac?”

“Look Claude, I’m sure we could have a very vibrant conversation about this another time. I’m at the gym right now, so can this wait?” Sam said half sighing. He hated doing this to his friend, but the guy needed to learn to have boundaries.

“You’re at the gym!? Wow. This couldn’t be more perfect! Um… one sec.” Claude replied a little hesitant. Sam then heard a loud beep and a wave of uneasiness swept over him. “What was that?” he said to a still quiet Claude.

“Um… you don’t care what that is. You just care about listening to what I have to say.” Claude muttered apprehensively.

Sam shrugged as he took a seat on a nearby bench. “You’re right I don’t care. Now can you get onto what you wanted to tell me? I’m all ears.” Claude did a couple quick gasps before saying, “oh my gosh it worked! Uhm.. I mean I’m glad you can talk! Now… Can you help me run a few tests? Describe someone at your gym for me.”

Without hesitation Sam just shrugged and said, “Sure. There’s a guy jogging on a treadmill, looks a bit skinny and already tired. Why do you ask?”

There was another beep from Claude’s end. “No reason. But can you repeat what you said, I couldn’t quite hear.” Sam rolled his eyes. Classic inattentive Claude. “You probably couldn’t hear because of that heavy pounding sound. “I said that guy next to me is pretty huge. Built like a tank with massive feet that are making that pounding sound in the background. Can you hear me now? He stopped and moved to a stationary bike.”

“Yeah Sam, I hear you much better.” Claude said confidently. Sam knew his friend well enough to know when he was being overconfident. “Claude. Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?” Claude just laughed. “Sure, sure. But first. Describe someone else in your gym.”

He nodded. “Yeah, uh… there’s an older guy doing a bench press. He’s Asian and he looks like he’s struggling a bit. Wonder if I should offer to spot him.” There was another beep from Claude’s phone as he said, “I mean go ahead and ask. I’m sure it’s not everyday a famous fitness model is working out at your gym.”

Sam did a double take as he gawked at the handsome black man doing his bench press with ease, despite the weight. “I was joking Claude! Like that guy would ever need my help. Now are we done playing games? What was so important that you had to call.”

Claude smiled. “How about I tell you in person,” came a rumbling bass from behind Sam.

He nearly jumped as he recognized his friend. “Claude! What the heck! How a guy as big as you manages to sneak up on me, is something I’ll never understand.” The two friends laughed together at this comment, but for different reasons. Also Claude’s low rumble of a laugh far surpassed Sam’s. “So now that you’re finally here, are you going to tell me what all those weird messages were about? Because I kind of have to get back to my workout. We can’t all be natural 6’4 240lbs of solid muscle.”

Another devious smirk crossed Claude’s face as Sam heard another ringing sound. “Well that’s why I’m here Sam. I’m your new personal trainer! I’ll get to be in charge of all your workouts from now on. And at the end of your program, I’ll even show you how I got this big!” He flexes a large arm right in front of Sam’s face.

Sam smiled tiredly. “Alright, train away. I know how eager and excited you get about working out, so let’s get this over with.” In his head Sam wondered how someone as excitable and nerdy like Claude had time to be a personal trainer, but for some reason he didn’t seem to care. Claude mentioned something about showing off towards the gym’s manager before he walked away. That’s when Sam realized a small handheld device had fallen out of Claude’s pocket. He was going to call out for Claude, when he saw the label on the machine. “Chronivac: Personal Reality Alteration Device”. The machine’s bright screen was still visible and it read “Alteration History.” Sam’s eyes scrolled down the list of familiar items until his eyes widened.

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