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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 14 days

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The lonely janitor always asked for a night shift. His reasoning to his boss

"No one is going to look for me anyway, and the other have family waiting for them back home,"

But that's not the only reason for Lance to always ask the 8 PM to 2 AM shift. Assisted by the gym's quietness during the odd hours, especially past above 11 PM, Lance always used the opportunity to slip into a frequent gym patron during the odd hour like Mark DiMauro.

The 57 years old janitor uneventful day will turn for the positive and fun the moment his fat bulging belly managed to sink into Mark's well-developed back and pushed the rock hard abs until it bulged a little bit before snapped back to normal as Lance fully made his way in. The 27 years old did not stand a chance as Lance already conditioned him to be a willing party to the possession anyway and tonight is no different

Mark is busy taking picture with his phone looking slightly fresher after cleaning himself mere minutes ago after a hard workout session when Lance joined him in the locker room. Mark just looked at Lance for a quick second and continued to ignore the janitor as he focused more to reply on the message that keep pouring in from a very excited partner. But then, the moment Lance greeted him, Mark just stood in silence as his phone eventually slipped from his frozen finger and dropped to the floor

"Take off all your clothes and enter the first cubicle,"

And in instance, Mark's pupil dilated as he stripped himself off with no hesitation. He bundled his clean clothes and threw it away to the floor and then proceed to walk into the first cubicle, followed by Lance that is still in his janitor clothing

As Lance stripped himself off, Mark already arched his back and showcased his fuck-able bubble butts that is clearly begging to be taken care of. After he oiled himself with the concoction given by this old lady that lived next door to his, Lance move forward and lunged his slick body into Mark's. Lance usually liked to verbally degrade Mark during the process as he keep Mark's back arched like a girl getting fucked as he whispered

"Yeah, you are one hell of a man whore, getting turned on as an elderly man turned you into a wearable puppet and use your body to fulfill his own sick desire,"

Mark would usually just moaned as the real him already drowned in his own consciousness during Lance's verbal session. The old man enjoyed every second of listening to the squelching sound of two body collided and submerged into the other and also the sensation that travels within him as he can feel Mark's raw power beginning to seep into him.

After carefully adjusting every single limb, Lance dunked his own head into Mark's back and beginning to start the ascend to control the youngin's mind. Not long after, Lance is fully in control and what better way to remind himself about this moment rather than a quick selfie snap

After sniffing Mark's reeked pit and admired the ever-growing Mark's man titties, Lance decided to put on some of Mark's clothes and ready to head out from the gym. But instead of wearing a fresh set of clothes Mark shoved into his duffel bag, Lance preferred Mark's au naturale scent and donned the sweaty sleeveless top Mark worn to work his ass off earlier. The damp coldness of the tight-fitting sleeveless shirt make his perky nipples go hard as the same sensation also replicated down under due to the used jockstrap and sweaty black shorts that is also worn by Mark just before the takeover

Browsing his chance for the night, Lance weighed his option. There's a Tinder hookup that is already asking on his whereabouts because Mark said he's going to the chicks home after his gym session while a Grindr notification asked him to join a pub crawl before they eat each other's ass like what they did the previous week. Well, to make it fair, maybe it's time to visit the chick instead as the handsome slut that messaged him, as tempting as he is, already got his share last weekend.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 2 months

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My Bully's Send Off

My father owns the moving business in town. And when I got work. I heard Bob Hillside , the guy who been bullying me my whole life. He sold his family home and moving far away.

I had to give him a send off. Or should I say. My last chance to get even. And it's got to be ultimate.

He always made fun of my body. I am tall and thin. And I was up all night to come up with my way to finally come out ahead.

I pulled up in front of his house as he was sitting out front. He seem a bit surprised to see me, of all people to say goodbye. As I walked up to the house a look of fear for some odd reason came too his face.

Or maybe. I had a programmed app running in my pocket and he my target.

He bigger then me in muscular tone. But it seem I was taking control over him. As he walked inside the house. I followed him in.

He bullied me my whole life, but for today the app gave me power over him.

I said . Take your clothes off. And with out a word he stripped down to his jock. As I stripped down to my boxer briefs.

I can't believe ge did it. The app for sure put me in control.

Funny. I started to count backwards 3, 2, 1. He pull off his jock and tossed them at me. I did itwith my boxer briefs..

I put on his jock and he put on my boxer briefs.

I stepped up to him and it looked like he was under a spell.

I placed my hand on his chest. And it was like I drain his lungs off air. And his body started to shrink before my eye. Just touching his arms mine grew. Soon I had his body and my face became start to become more handsome and his became more boyish.

Lookinf down. You could tell who the man by looking at his package.

Having his body was amazing. Even I can't take my eyes off myself.

I think I look better than he ever did.

I put on his clothes and he kind of mimic me putting on my clothes.

I walked outside to my car as he sat back down on the porch. As I drove off the app released hom from the spell.

Since my father's company was moving him. during the night I switched his clothes for mine, on the moving van.

Next day seeing him drive away. . As I played football in the park across the street from his house.

So great to be the All Star and my biggest problem driving away. FAR away.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 3 months

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Cat and Mouse

“Whoa… Who are you? Wait… Dad?”

“That’s right, son… in my new and improved flesh. You like it? Well, no need to answer, I have a feeling you definitely like this, don’t you son?”

“You look amazing! You look exactly like…” And then it dawned on him, “Oh shit! That means…”

“Yep, I found your little device… and your journal about what all you planned to do with it. Gotta say, I’m impressed, and I think we’re going to stick to your little plan…”

“Really? You mean you’re not upset?”

“Son, look at me now. I am a fucking certifiable stud with a porn star cock - How could anyone be upset with any of this?” The once pudgy and once much older man said in his sexy deep and accented voice.

And then the sexy new now much younger man stared at his son, wheels in his mind working overdrive as he made a fateful decision.

“Well, I should say, there’s going to be one small change in your plan. Or maybe it’s more of a big change. Would you like to know what it is?” His father said with a killer smirk.

“Uh… sure. Um, what did you have in mind, dad?”

“Well, I loved your idea of turning me into a dumb, I think you called it a himbo? I guess that’s like a male bimbo? Sounds intriguing, and I’m already halfway there, at least in the looks department.” Then he chuckled a deep and sexy chuckle motioning to his gorgeous body, “But, uh, I think maybe I shouldn’t have all the fun with this little toy of yours, right son?”

At that moment, that living embodiment of sexual pleasure that was now his father clicked “initiate” on the device and smiled, waiting for the effects to occur in his own son… Who was certainly not a suitable match for the masculinity and raw sensual desires of his father in his improved form. No, his son was even more out of shape than his father had once been, with oily stringy hair, zit covered complexion, and horribly crooked teeth. That would not do at all…

“Wait, Dad! What did you do?” And then suddenly his son felt the power of the device course through him. Both electrifying and burning from deep within like the worst fever imaginable. He began to sweat, even more so than normal for his fat bloated body, doubling over in pain - excruciating and debilitating pain, wracking every inch of his short pudgy body.

“Ooooh… DAD! It’s too much! It hurts, it hurts so bad… PLEASE… please stop…”

“No son, I can’t be selfish and enjoy all the benefits of this wonderful device all on my own. Besides, we need to make your plan a reality! Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“Daaad… No, dad… Not like this… Please… please…”

And then, the overwhelming sensations of the transformation and the intensity of the shock of the massive changes knocked the poor boy unconscious.

“Probably for the best, considering just how much had to be done”, his father thought to himself as he watched the transformation continue.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 3 months

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Rick was always getting bossed around. Not only in work but his personal like too. So much so that he felt like he had no control over his own like anymore. He just finished his grocery run when his phone buzzed. An email from work demanding that he complete something else for work. Even though he wasn’t salary ! All he did anymore was work and it was beginning to take a told on him. When he got home he found strange looking lamp sitting outside his apartment. Picking it up he took it inside where he had to start cleaning the apartment from the mess his dog left on the floor. Opening the door hollow was wagging his tail happy he was home and jumping on his legs begging to be held. Tears welling up is his eyes he didn’t know how much more he would be able to take from everyone. He picked up his dog and held him close. It was getting to the point where he didn’t even feel human anymore. He felt treated like an animal. And everyday the situation didn’t improve. But then I just one wish was all it took for Rick to find out how quickly life can change. He started to polish the lamp only to rub the lamp three times, causing thick purple smoke to pour from the vessel. In his kitchen stood a genie. One of fairy tales. He couldn’t believe it at first but the genie spoke quick.

“You get three wishes. Make sure they county for something good”. Rick didn’t even know how to wish for sweet release form his stresses finally life. The genie retreated back to his lamp waiting for the wishes to be made. For the first time in a long Rick was excited. He went to the bathroom and begin to take his work clothes off. He could have anything in the world. A smile appeared on his face for the first time in what seems like years.

Rick didn’t want to waste his wishes tho. He wanted to make sure they were precise and would make him happy. Another email came from his boss. Demanding that he needed to get something done or else. Rick slammed the phone on the counter of the bathroom. He was done with this. He stormed into the kitchen and rubbed the lamp and the genie appeared before him. “Genie I want to be happy! I wish I could be happy !” The genie smirked and said granted!

Everything went black.

Rick woke up in his bed. He surrounded by blankets and was finding it hard to het up. He could also feel someone else in his bed with his which made him wake up all at once. Something felt off. He felt some weight shift off the bed and when he finally got untangled from the blankets he was shocked to see his own hairy body sitting on the edge of the bed.

What’s was going on!! Who was this that looked just like him and why was he finding that he was looking up. The he looked down. And he seen paws. In the mirror across from the bed he seen that he was in his dogs body. At that time a dogs yelp could be heard from the bedroom.

And hour later.

The genie had appeared and seen that both ricks dog and himself were having some issue adjusting to their bodies. He snapped his fingers and it gave Rick the ability to speak in his dogs body and he gave his dog the ability to use the speech locked away inside that human brain of the body he was in.

“What did you do!” Rick demanded. The genie just responded that he granted the wish. Rick wanted to be happy and his dog was always happy. So therefore he swapped their bodies. His dog was still trying to catch h go to had happened. Rick wished for the genies to undo what he had done. But the genie just laughed. “You’re not the controller of the lamp. He is “ and pointed to his human body. “Only a human can posses the ownership of the lamp and he now has two wishes”

His dog just looked at the genie with puppy dog eyes. “You have to wish for him to fix this !” Rick demanded. “I can’t be in your body and you can’t be in mine! I’m the human!”

“Why are you so loud!” His body finally spoke “if it’s not moping around about life it’s yapping about something! Genie can you make him stop talking!” Instantly Rick’s pleas for being human turned into barks and whimpers. “That’s a lot better. I have two wishes ?” He asked and the genie responded yes. He picked up Rick in his dog body. Rick was whimpering not sure what was going to happen.

Looking directly into his eyes he said to Rick who was slightly wagging his tail. Rick was so happy he was going to wish this undone. “Genie. I wish for you to make this swap….” Rick was wagging his tail. Come on just say undone.

“Genies I wish you to make this permanent. Make me a human for the rest of my life !!” Instantly both of them felt a shift. As if somehow they had cement in them. The dog who was now Rick for good just grinned. “You see Rick. We are stuck like this now. And I’m going to enjoy my human life. Genie for my next wish I wish to be the most extremely masculine version of this body that this body can take !” Instantly a heat wave hit the rick. His feet expanded slightly and his dick swelled and thickened. His abs became more defined and his muscles pumped up even more.

It wasn’t long before the new Rick quit that office job. Taking on his new life as an only fans model. His dog ran away shortly after being stuck as a dog for good but it didn’t matter. He was Rick now. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 3 months

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 5 months

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Life Roulette

Imagine the following scenario. “Andrew… my name is Andrew” you said as you take photos of yourself as you prepare to continue exploring what would be from now on your new home. It was definitely a gamble when you subscribe yourself to the life roulette… gladly seems that things turn right for you. The rules were simple, put 10,000 dollars, press a button and immediately you are going to be transferred to a new body. What make it an interesting bet is that this was run by a debt collector company… there were a lot of hot bodies in the line… poor souls that couldn’t handle a credit card and now they will lose everything that they had. The real Andrew was doing house chores when the switch happened, he probably wasn’t aware what he agreed on when he choose to restructure his debt. You look at yourself thinking how you will improve this body… some tattoos, maybe a change of hairstyle. You are certain that you have a lot of work ahead of you… but there is no denying that you were a clear winner in the life roulette.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 6 months

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When I see Devon parked his motorcycle in the frontyard, I quickly make my way to the bathroom and without knocking, I open the door with the sight of Devon currently tries to escape the situation

"You are not going to move anywhere or I will shoot you!" I said, gun in my hand with my finger right at its trigger

He freezes there but his face shows no sign of panic. Instead, this impostor just look at me deeply yet expresionless

As Devon opens the door, I quickly shout,

"Devon, quick. Come here!" But then I heard as if my voice echoed and then I see that the impostor already pose as me. He smirked and then he shouts again

"Oh my God Devon help me! This impostor held me at gunpoint!" he said, acting terrified and somehow able to really behave like me.

"Oh shut the fuck up and change yourself, don't you dare doing this to me and Devon!" I said as I get myself closer to him and put a gun in his head

He crawl himself back to the bathtub and hug himself, acting vulnerable and afraid. When Devon eventually reach the bathroom, he stares at both of us and then somehow we simultaneously said

"He faked himself as you and then he became me to confuse you!"

Devon just stand in front of the bathroom, not knowing what he should do and when I can sense that he reaches for the gun in his pocket to shoot one of us, I pull the trigger to kill this impostor yet the impostor is gone already and my bullet hit the tub and create a hole inside it. What the hell that we just face?

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 7 months

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Miss These Bro?

“Miss these bro?” My younger brother Calvin taunted me. He’d pulled up the tight tank top and revealing his massive juicy pecs after having caught me staring at him again. God they’re so huge…

It all started just over a month ago when an insane worldwide cosmic event took place. When it occurred people from all over the globe inexplicably swapped bodies! Most commonly people found they’d switched with those who were nearby when the event took place. Neighbours, family members, coworkers etc. It’s been all over the news recently with everyone trying to come to terms with their new bodies and identities. People online seem to have dubbed it ‘The Great Shift’.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV when it happened. One second I was watching football and suddenly my vision got all blurry. Next thing I knew, I was sitting in Calvin's bedroom at his desk with one of his favourite PC games playing in front of me. Immediately I jumped out of my seat to find myself wearing Calvin’s clothes and feeling so small and frail. All the muscle I spent years growing in the gym was completely gone, replaced by a skinny frame that didn’t look as though it’d ever even seen a dumbbell. I didn’t know how but I was in my younger brother’s body! I was in shock, not knowing how to even react. That is until he heard some strange sounds coming from downstairs…

I made my way down towards the living room and what I saw blew my mind. It was me! Or at least it was my body. He was stood in the middle of the room checking himself out and squeezing his muscles. Grunting with my voice as he did.

“Calvin?…” I asked hesitantly. His attention instantly shot towards me like a deer caught in headlights.

“B-Brett? I uhmm… what happened?! One minute I was in my room and then I was down here!…”

An incredibly guilty look crossed his face… my face? I could hardly wrap my head around it. Seeing my own body from the outside like this was trippy as hell. I never realised just how huge I was. All the muscle straining against those tight clothes. Maybe I just felt small in Calvin’s body but my body looked like a proper stud! And I could only guess Calvin thought the same judging by how he’d been feeling himself up.

It wasn’t long before we learned that we weren’t the only ones and that The Great Shift had seemingly affected most adults around the world. It was somewhat relieving to know that we weren’t the only ones but I couldn’t help feeling frustrated. Nobody seemed to know why the hell this had happened and nobody knew how to reverse it. I didn’t want to be stuck in my brother’s skinny ass body! I felt so weak and tiny. I’d worked so damn hard for the body I had and now Calvin got to reap all the benefits!? What kind of sick joke is that??

Yet as much as I hated the swap, Calvin loved it. He was more subtle about it at first. Checking himself out a little every now and then but played it cool when he was around me. However as the weeks went by and it started to seem as though we might be stuck this way, the subtly soon wore off. Calvin began shamelessly flexing the muscles I spent years building around me all the time. Going on about how amazing it felt to be in my body and how strong he felt. Whenever I told him to stop he’d just smirk at me and show off even more. Taking off his shirt usually and bouncing the pecs I used to own. He just loved rubbing it in my face. He even started calling me his little bro instead, saying it didn’t make sense to call me his big bro anymore all things considered.

I hated it at first. Being forced to sit and watch everyday as Calvin enjoyed my body. But one day something changed. He’d stopped by a mirror to check out what should’ve been my reflection as he did most days, admiring my features and muscles. “You know, I was always jealous of how handsome you were Brett.” He glanced at me from across the room. “I’ll admit, I wished quite a few times that one day I’d look good as you…” He continued before turning to me with a huge shit eating grin. “Guess I got my wish huh!” He stuck out his tongue while grabbing his bulge with one hand and flexing his other arm. “Fuuuck. I think I’m gonna go jack off in my room. See ya little bro.” Calvin began making his way towards the stairs before pausing. “Oh and don’t come in my room unless you want me to beat your ass.” He laughed. That’s exactly what I always used to tell him.

I should’ve been angry. Livid even. And yet more than anything… I was horny. I couldn’t explain it but seeing him show off my body like he owned it while grabbing what should’ve been my bulge… it turned me on so much! Luckily this dick was pretty small so he didn’t notice my growing erection or how it jumped when he said he was gonna jerk off with my dick. It shouldn’t have sounded so hot but it did!

From there on I started fantasising about my own body and the way Calvin used it. Pretending to hate how he flexed his biceps in my face after getting how from the gym only for me to rub one out to it later. Always staring at his thick muscled body when he wasn’t looking, especially when he was shirtless which was often. Wishing I could just reach out and squeeze all that muscle I used to own. It’d even gotten so bad that I began to notice he usually left the bedroom door open a crack. Just enough for me to peek inside and watch as he gripped what was once my fat cock and groan to himself as he pumped it. Mumbling about how much he loved my body and cock until he busted a huge load over himself. All the while I’m jerking what should’ve been his little dick outside the door to it all.

That brings us back to the present. I’m still trying to act angry about the switch and I am to a degree but it’s been difficult with how flustered I get whenever I see Calvin now. He just wears my buff body so damn well. He always knows exactly what to wear to show it off. No surprise considering he spent hours upon hours trying on all my clothes. That’s why now I just couldn’t stop staring at his chest. That tank top was so fucking tight on those big pecs. Though I didn’t realise how obvious my gaze was until he turned to me with that same cocky smirk and lifted up his tank top to reveal his huge pecs.

“Miss these bro?” He chuckled before bouncing his huge tits a little for me. I felt as though I was being mesmerised by my own pecs… and it was working! My mouth went dry as I was unable to pull my eyes away for even a second. “Why don’t you get over here and give em a feel.” He beckoned, tempting me to come closer.

I tried to resist but in the end I just couldn’t help myself. I jumped up from where I was sitting and made my way over to him as he pulled off the tank top and tossed it on the ground. He grabbed his chest a little, grabbing and squishing the huge muscle as if he were advertising it to me. Fuck… those pecs looked so damn heavy. I didn’t appreciate them enough when they belonged to me. Maybe… I could appreciate them more now.

Soon enough I was stood before him, trying not to drool at the sight of my former body. I raised my hands hesitantly ready to squeeze those juicy watermelon sized muscle tits. Before I had a chance to grab them however, Calvin gripped the back of my head and shoved my head right in between the huge mounds of muscle! I grunted in shock as he made sure to hold me tight. Even my groans were being muffled as my face was completely smooshed between his pecs. Though my shock soon faded as I inhaled his scent and quickly realised just how intoxicating it felt to be squished between my former tits. Before long he didn’t even have to hold anymore. I kept my face firmly between his huge muscle tits before using my hands to grope them from the side and squash my face even more!

“That’s it. Gooood boy. Worship me little bro.” He cooed down at me with my own voice.

Suddenly it felt as though all the pent up attraction I had towards my former body and the way Calvin commanded it was being unleashed. I started planting kisses all over his pecs and stomach while groping him all over. I licked and kissed his huge biceps before digging my nose into his pits. I got on my knees and worshipped his massive thighs and calves. Even going as far as to nuzzle my face into his bulge, feeling how hard my old cock was, as I reached around and squeezed his jock butt. The same butt I’d spent counting gym sessions building. I wanted so badly to pull down those tight shorts and let that familiar cock flop out but he stopped me before I could.

“Don’t get greedy. You’ll have to earn that.” He bounced his pecs a little for me instead. “Why don’t you come back up here and worship these a little more first.”

I didn’t hesitate. I hopped back up onto my feet in seconds and made my way back up his torso. Kissing along his waist and stomach until I finally reached those glorious tits again. The ones I’d spent years building. I didn’t waste a second and immediately got to groping and squeezing them again. Worshipping them exactly as he instructed. I just couldn’t get enough! My eyes locked onto his nipples. I needed to suck on them so badly. I practically dove towards his right nipple but before I could wrap my lips around it, Calvin grabbed me face by the cheeks and forced me to look up at him. To look up at my former face.

“Not so fast.” He sniggered while locking eyes with me. “First you’ve gotta admit who I am, Calvin.”

I shivered as he called me by his name. With that I knew exactly what he wanted to hear and for a moment it snapped me back to reality. What was I doing? Worshipping and groping my own body? We were fucking brothers for crying out loud!? This was some seriously messed up shit. So why the hell was I so hard right now? Why the hell did I want nothing more than to stay in my little brother’s scrawny body so he could keep showing off all my hard earned muscle?! I should be pissed but…

“You’re my big bro…” I mumbled.

“Mhm. And what’s my name?”

“Brett.” I gave in, calling him by my name just as he’d called me by his. I felt so defeated but I was so driven by lust that I couldn't help myself.

With a content look on his face the new Brett let me go and the second he did I latched onto his nipples. Sucking on it like there was no tomorrow. This was it. He’d beaten me. This is what he wanted from the moment we swapped. That’s why he was always teasing me. That’s why he always left his sweaty gym clothes around for me to find. That’s why he always left his bedroom door open a crack while he was jerking off… I guess all I could do now was accept it. Assuming The Great Shift was permanent, we’re gonna be stuck like this forever right? Might as well stop fighting it and just give into my urges… after all, he does wear that body better than I ever did.

“Now if you agree tell everyone that we somehow switched back and that I’m the real Brett then I might even let you suck my dick. How’s that sound?” He proposed. Just the idea of getting to suck that dick was driving me mad. Needless to say I agreed without hesitation.

Brett pulled his phone out of his shorts and took a quick photo of me sucking on his nipples. I didn’t care though. All I wanted was to suck and squeeze. Little did I know he was sending the pic to his best friend Alex who’d also landed himself in a hot new body.

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<Brett> See! I told you it’d work. He can’t keep his hands off me!

<Alex> Holy shit. I can’t believe you actually pulled that off dude! Guess it was worth changing your name on here to his after all lmao

<Brett> Yup. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist these tits eventually. Even if they were his a month ago 😜

<Alex> Well I’m glad to hear it all worked out for you Brett! 😉 A lot of people have been struggling with The Great Swap or whatever they’re calling it

<Brett> Not you though I hear. You’ve got a new acting gig tomorrow right?

<Alex> Oh yeah! This new body has been doing wonders for me. I’ve been offered jobs left and right! I still can’t believe it honestly

<Brett> I guess we’re both just lucky to have landed ourselves a couple of hunks huh?

<Alex> You got that right. Well I’ll leave you and your little brother to have some fun

<Brett> Hahaha thanks! If he sucks on these tits any harder I’m worried he might actually get some milk outta me lmao!

<Alex> Well considering how huge those things are I wouldn’t be surprised lol. Ttyl

<Brett> Yeah Ttyl bro!

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To be continued…

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 7 months

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Halloween Costume

Growing up, I was always a skinny guy. No matter how much I tried to gain muscle or weight I never had the ability in doing so. Being a skinny gay kid in high school meant I was always the laughing stock on campus. I was fed up with it. I would be bullied by the football team and none of DL guys would ever give me a chance because of my size. All of that was soon to change. I went to the pop up spirit Halloween shop in hopes of finding a costume for the Halloween party. I was looking for something that would look make me look completely different and that no one would notice who I was. That’s when the worker recommended me the fitness model costume.

I never saw this costume in the years past yet alone I didn’t see any other ones on the shelves as well. Must of been an exclusive item or something. I did wonder how this was going to make me look completely different, the costume only included a pair of used compression shorts. I didn’t think much of it and bought it as it was only $5 on sale. What a steal! I rushed home to try it on to see what the worker’s hype was all about. I stripped out of all of my clothes and slipped on the compression shorts. To my surprise, I felt a strange sensation warm inside of my body. My legs started swelling in triple the size, my back stretched out 2 times in length, and soon my whole body felt like it had been blown up like a balloon. All I could hear was the fabric on the compression shorts expand. I looked into the mirror behind me and I was amazed at what I saw.

I looked identical to the fitness model on the packaging. I was blown away. I was no longer the skinny little twink at my high school anymore. I enjoyed exploring my new body for a bit before deciding to go back to the Halloween store to find a slutty costume to go with my new look. I found this perfect cop costume and now I’m going to go to the Halloween party with full intentions of fucking all of the DL guys there. There’s no way they could resist all of this!

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 7 months

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Stuck in here.

I lied down in the beasty and hair filled body I was in and felt relief wash over my veiny body. I looked at my arms which were long and filled with muscle and needed a small break. I grabbed the clothing located to my hip and shivered my hands down only to figure out that the elastic would not budge. It was as if it was sown to my body or attached by sweat. I looked down onto my body and with my hairy chin rubbing on my neck. I applied more force only for my hands to not be able to grip onto then.

"The HELL?" I yelled in my strong and stern voice. I tried ripping past them but the fabric would not tear. "Get off of me." I commanded, kicking with my legs attempting to shake them off of me. I tugged and tugged but could not even hold onto the elastic. I paused in my attempts and looked at my hair filled self in awareness. "I'm stuck in here."

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 7 months

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I can't believe it! The housekeeper's son used some kind of weird tech to strip my consciousness out of my body when I was asleep and replace it with his own, now I'm trapped inside his storage cloud with no idea how I can escape. He just uploaded this video to show me what he is doing to my body...

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 8 months

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Frat House Raid

“Not so tough anymore, huh?”

Nelson sneered down at the briefs on the floor as he felt himself up. He breathed out a small chuckle and bent over, tossing them into the hamper of clothes.

———

Nelson and his buddies had been bullied relentlessly by the jocks at their university. Nelson had grown sick and tired of it and decided to take matters into his own hands. He had used his gifts to make himself brilliant and clever so that he could find a good enough job that would earn him plenty of money, but he never really used it on himself in the ways that mattered. Call it humility or self-control, but he was fine being the twiggy, four-eyes nerd in the crowd, so long as he was more knowledgeable than the person next to him. But having condoms filled with piss thrown at him and his buddies from a passing car full of frat jocks was several bridges too far. Now was the time for payback.

———

He snuck his way into the fraternity house through the basement window. Some tall, broad, hulking brute of a frat bro was standing at the basement laundry machine in just his briefs, loading his clothes into the machine. He was a massive specimen and would definitely beat Nelson to a pulp if this didn’t work, but with great risk comes great reward. Nelson silently approached him from behind, took a quiet, deep breath, and gave the giant man a massive wedgie.

“HRRRNG, WHAT THE FUU-u-u-u-u-u-u-u” the jock screamed, but immediately started convulsing uncontrollably. Nelson yanked harder, lifting the man up onto the tips of his toes, leaning in against his ripped back, feeling the jock vibrate and shake before him. The hulking giant’s cute head with his thick fauxhawk suddenly suck down into his body. He stood there shaking uncontrollably without a head, when his arms quickly sucked into his shoulders. Within seconds, the rest of jocks body sank and collapsed in on itself and shrank into his briefs, as though his entire body was sucked into the fabric that made up his underwear. Nelson held the sagging briefs up before him, admiring how easily he was able to synthesize the Herculean jock’s essence into his briefs. He disrobed completely and stuck his foot into each of the holes—hoped to god this would work—and pulled the underwear up. In a matter of seconds, Nelson’s body exploded with muscles, easily tripling his original size, growing a foot and a half in height and 125 lbs heavier with muscle. It felt like he was being pumped full of mass from an unknown source—it was fucking incredible. His cock and balls ballooned huge and engorged and his ass jiggled with new muscle behind him. He threw his head back and moaned in ecstasy as he came in the briefs, puddles of white pushing through the fabric and dripping in heavy, thick globs down onto the basement floor. He looked down at the soiled briefs as he continued squirting his seed and bucking his hips, more and more of it seeping through the fabric and dripping heavily down to the floor. When it subsided, he wiped the front of the briefs clean with his thick fingers and brought them to his mouth to suck clean. He first stuck his index finger in his mouth and—oh, holy fuck, this boy kept a healthy diet, it tasted divine.

He was still Nelson, albeit with sharper, hotter facial features, and his body now took on the exact same qualities and attributes as the massive jock who wore the briefs before him. He looked down at the jock’s hamper of dirty clothes, kicked it over to dump the clothes onto the ground, and placing the empty hamper against his rounded hip and supported the other end with his other cleaner hand. He walked over to the stairs, he had some more clothes to collect.

Another frat jock with a backwards cap opened the door to the basement and started walking down the stairs, “Yo, Josh, you good? I heard a noise and—…” he noticed a man who looked like he was built like Josh and took on the same shape as him, but with different skin, different hairiness, different facial features. He was wearing Josh’s briefs, sure, but it looked like he had just cum all over himself. “Wait, who the fuck are you?”

Nelson finished licking off the rest of his fingers and nonchalantly reached out as placed his huge, saliva-wet hand on top of the jock’s head, resting against the top of his backwards baseball cap. The jock started convulsing and vibrating, his swole muscles jiggling all over his body. His eyes rolling up into the back of his head and in a flash, his body collapsed in on itself, shrank, and sucked up into the baseball cap, as the rest of his clothes tumbled loosely down to the ground, the only evidence that someone once stood there.

Nelson placed the hat into the hamper and began ascending the stairs.

———

He approached a two jocks from behind, sleeping while sports blared on the large living room flatscreen, and fiercely gripped onto each of their shirts over their pecs with two hands. After they awoke in violent convulsions that rocked the couch, they both soon disappeared into the fabric of their shirts, leaving behind two shorts, two briefs, and two pairs of socks where they once sat. Nelson tossed the shirts into the hamper by his feet.

A jock was in the house kitchen, eating a snack to stack on some more gains. Nelson approached him from behind and strongly squeezed his ass cheek over his gym shorts, prompting the bro to groan out in surprise and slight pain, but his groans turned to a steady vibrato as his body erupted in intense convulsions. As Nelson stood behind the convulsing jock, the door leading outside opened and one of the frat bros entered, dressed in a suit and tie.

“Who are you? And the fuck is going on here?” he asked with genuine curiosity but with a touch of hostility in his voice, as the jock vibrating in Nelson’s hands casted a pained, worried eye in his direction, as though asking for help.

“Laundry day,” Nelson replied innocently as the vibrating jock finally collapsed in on himself, shrinking rapidly, and finally getting sucked into the fabric of the gym shorts. Nelson tossed the gym shorts into the hamper under his arm.

“What the fuck!” the well-dressed frat boy exclaimed and tried to run away out the door, but was caught by the tie by Nelson before he could get too far. Nelson dropped the hamper and brought him in closely, overpowering him with his larger physique.

“Where you going pretty boy? Huh? You fill out that suit real well, don’t you?” he began to tighten the tie uncomfortably tight around the bro’s neck as the bro started to feel his body start to vibrate slightly. “I may have to borrow it at some point. I may have to borrow you, huh?”

The bro’s eyes closed tightly and he could feel the shakes begin to turn violently intense and could feel himself losing control of his body. He began shrinking and compressing, feeling his ripped body begin to be sucked into the small ring of fabric around his neck. His essence was finally sucked up into the fabric of the tie, as the rest of his dress clothes tumbled down to the ground.

Nelson dropped the still-tied tie into the hamper. He looked down at the rest of the dress clothes. They did look nice… He bent down and scooped them up into the hamper, too. ‘Waste not, want not,’ he thought, slinging the hamper back under his arm and walking up the stairs for some more jock shopping.

———

Brett was plowing away on some hot piece of ass from the sorority house across the street. He barely knew her name, even though this was the third time she was invited into his bed. He had to pause, swearing he heard something like several of his bros riding on a broken mechanical bull. ‘The hell’s going on out there?’ he thought. He wetly dislodged from his date and angrily put back on his briefs, tucking his wrapped hardon against his thigh, hearing her impatient protests as he marched towards the door to investigate the racket.

He threw open the door and saw several pieces of clothing strewn across the second floor. It looked like everyone had thrown off their clothes for the day and left them where they stood. At the top of the stairs, just about to descend, stood some vaguely familiar muscle-bound hunk, holding a hamperful of clothes and wearing nothing but a pair of performance briefs. Josh? Wait, weren’t those Josh’s briefs? He looked like Josh, but… not exactly. The hunk had a jockstrap and a tank top in his hand, which he put in the hamper, and looked up noticing Brett at his door.

“Brett!” the hunk called out from across the landing in a booming, joyful baritone. He stepped back up onto the second floor hall and adjusted his groin. “Just the stud I want to see.” He started walking towards Brett with confidence.

“Yeah, and just who the fuck are you, bro? We didn’t order laundry service.” Brett only now noticed the stillness and quiet in the house. Where was everyone?

“What, this?” he looked down at the hamper. “Nah, this is all mine.” he arrived at Brett’s door. “Wait, you seriously don’t recognize me, bro?” he looked down at Brett’s big erection in his briefs and peered behind him at the woman in the bed. “Woah, man, ‘stud’ indeed! Nice cock, great size, bro!” He waved at the woman in the bed, “Hey Tammy!” and she slowly waved back in utter confusion.

Brett studied this unfamiliar hunk’s face a bit and it suddenly clicked. That pencil pusher brainiac! The leader of that pack of know-it-all nerds! Earlier that week, he had chucked a condom full of piss at him and his buds from his BMW. Sent he and his bros into hysterics. Now he’s telling him he has a ‘nice cock?’ It’s absolutely true, but it’s not something Nelson would ever say. But this couldn’t have been him, the beast of a man standing before him would’ve instantly been pledged to the frat, no questions asked. Shit, he looked like Josh, and Josh was a fucking pussy king and an animal…

“Nelson?” he asked in genuine disbelief, and they both heard Tammy echo ‘Nelson?!’ from the bed.

“Bingo!” Nelson responded with a smirk.

He shot a beefy arm forward and fiercely cupped Brett’s hard junk over his briefs. Brett groaned in pain as Nelson squeezed his balls and still-hard cock in his strong, manly hands. “Ooohh, very nice cock, bro! Feels powerful! Feels potent! Wallis is gonna fucking love this!”

Wallis?! Nelson’s fruity nerdy friend?! Ain’t no way Nelson is getting out of this alive to tell his nerdy friends. Brett looked at the beefcake Nelson with fury and prepared to sock him between his glasses, but quickly realized his limbs were frozen where they are. Not that it would’ve mattered anyways, Nelson now way-outsized him. Nelson responded to his angry look with a devilish grin. Brett continued groaning in pain but his groans turned shaky as he started violently convulsing, as though his body was racked with a seizure. He’d never had a seizure before… He looked at Nelson with abject confusion and panic and Nelson couldn’t help but giggle. With one last whimper of panic, Brett’s body began shrinking into itself, his head collapsing down into his torso and his arms sinking into his body as he shrunk down into his waist, his legs shooting up into his briefs. Finally, the remainder of his body was sucked into the fabric of his briefs and Nelson had nothing to hold onto any longer. The light blue briefs fell limply to the floor, only a slightly used condom remained inside.

“Not so tough anymore, huh?” Nelson spoke down to the briefs as he bent over to scoop them into his hamper.

He looked up at Tammy, whose mouth was hanging open in disbelief. Nelson, that flimsy nerd who appeared so often in her economics classes, had shot up in height and stacked on like 2 men’s worth of muscle. Nelson studied her for a second. He had… altered, let’s say, her usual fuck buddy, so he may as well help her out. He fished the condom out of the briefs.

“Sorry about that, Tammy. You know, guy stuff,” he explained with a giggle as he smelled his fingers, admiring the musk Brett’s crotch left behind. She numbly shook her head, her mouth still hanging open. “Hey, to make it up to you, I wouldn’t mind tagging in where he left off. Would you like that?” he asked with a toothy grin, bouncing his pecs and flexing his arms for her to make his offer more enticing.

A faint smile appeared across her open mouth and she nodded her head more enthusiastically. Nelson may be a brainiac and a know-it-all, but now he looked like one who could really fuck her right.

“Super!” he chirped with boyish enthusiasm as he scooped the massive snake of a dick out of his, or rather Josh’s briefs, and started pumping it to its 10 inch long, coke can thick stiffness and walked towards the bed. He slid the condom on, the inside extra-slick with Brett’s pre, increasing his arousal. It barely fit over his cock. “Fair warning, though: I’m pretty big now, and I’m definitely bigger than Brett, from what I could feel back there. I hope he’s loosened you up enough for me!”

She stared at his massive wrapped meat and gulped as he hopped onto the bed and mounted her with his Herculean frame.

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Wallis opened up his door and was shocked to see his best friend standing before him several feet taller and over a hundred pounds heavier than he last saw him, holding a hamper full of clothes and wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy performance briefs.

“Surprise!” Nelson boomed deeply and enthusiastically, flexing a massive arm and sticking his tongue out.

“Holy shit, Nelson, I can’t believe it worked!”

“Believe it, man!” he presented a the hamper of clothes to Wallis. “The gentlemen of Delta Tau Phi, at your pick.” he said with a bad English accent and grinned proudly at his handiwork.

Wallis excitedly took the hamper and welcomed the new and improved Nelson into his appartment so he wouldn’t get charged with indecent exposure and Nelson closed the door behind him.

Wallis set the hamper down on his couch. “Which one is Brett?”

“On top. Light blue briefs.” Nelson plopped himself down onto the loveseat across from Wallis. “He was mid-fuck when I got him. Had to use his half-used condom to finish off Tammy.” the two laughed at Brett’s misfortune.

“Ooooh, fun… Tammy from econ? That must’ve been nice. “

“She almost couldn’t handle my big dick,” Nelson said looking down at his crotch and squeezing his hardening cock. He looked at Wallis with a grin, “Think you can take it, babe?”

Wallis grinned back and reached down to play with the tip of Nelson’s dick over his briefs, making Nelson shudder, “We’ll just have to see, won’t we?”

Wallis excitedly pulled the light blue briefs out and lowered his shorts and underwear, exposing himself in front of Nelson, save for his loose-fitting university t-shirt. Neither of them minded though; how Wallis looked now is not at all how Wallis would look in a few moments. Nelson couldn’t believe how much he was looking forward to watching Wallis undergo his changes. He brought his cock out and started stroking in anticipation, waiting for his friend to hulk out in front of him. Wallis blushed at him and pulled the briefs up to cup his modest junk and flat ass, and the changes began immediately.

He moaned as he shot up several inches in height, his legs and arms cracking and elongating to give him proportion. His face became more angular and grew more stubble, his hair straightening and thickening, mimicking Brett’s attributes but retaining Wallis’s features. Wallis moaned louder as literally every muscle group on his body positively exploded with new mass. His arms became toned and strong, his chest protruded and broadened, he felt deep ridges form on his belly as abs rose to the surface. His back broadened and rippled, his ass swelled behind him filling up the briefs, his calves grew thick and powerful, and his thighs burst into massive tree trunks. He could feel the final change coming so he whipped out his cock—hardened like hell from the transformation so far—out of the confines of the briefs started pumping it. As he stroked with panting breaths, Nelson also stroking passionately across from him, his dick grew longer and longer and longer, lengthening slowly but noticeably. Without warning, his dick then fattened thicker, nearly tripling its original thickness in half a second. Finally, he felt his balls swell enormously within the briefs. With rapid moans and tugging on his newly huge nuts, Wallis stepped forward closer to Nelson—who knew what was coming and opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue in anticipation—and fired a copious load onto Nelson’s ripped abs, chest, face, and mouth. Nelson loudly reached climax seconds after, his own spunk showering down on himself in the same places, mixing with Wallis’s.

Wallis stood over Nelson panting as Nelson finished himself off. Wallis threw his head back and closed his eyes, experiencing the feeling of this new body, this new weight, this new height, this new fucking confidence. Nelson looked up at his friend, happy that he was finally able to experience this kind of orgasmic rush, this feeling of getting back at your tormentors by taking their essence and figures for yourself.

Nelson watched jizz slowly leak out of Wallis’s cock head and leaned forward to suck the cock of its excess and clean it. Wallis was shocked back to consciousness and moaned as he stroked Nelson’s hair. Nelson dislodged Wallis from his mouth with a slurping *pop* and swallowed, leaning back into his chair to smile pleasingly at his friend.

Wallis returned the smile and pulled his briefs back over his tool and stumbled back, collapsing heavily on his coffee table, hearing wood crack and splinter beneath him. He chuckled, clearly he would need an adjustment period to get used to his new weight. He looked back and leaned an arm against the hamper of clothes.

“This for the rest of the boys?” Wallis asked, gesturing behind him.

“Yyyyep!” Nelson replied as he grabbed a folded rag from the table next to him and started wiping himself off.

“Huh,” Wallis responded. He looked back at the clothes. There seemed to be more than enough for their friend group. Plenty of life-altering fabrics were mixed together in the hamper. Enough that they could….

“Say,” Wallis started, Nelson looked up from wiping himself off to hear what his buddy was thinking. Wallis brought a huge hand up and stuck a thumb behind him. “What, uh… what happens if you wear more than one at a time?”

Nelson raised his eyebrows, surprised by the question. He sat thinking for a moment. He had never considered the possibility. “… Honestly? Not quite sure…”

Wallis looked down at the pile of clothes again with greed and then back at Nelson, biting his lip. His cock began to swell once more. They exchanged a knowing glance with one other.

“Wanna experiment?” Wallis asked.

“Fuck yes, I do.” Nelson answered, hardly letting Wallis finish his question.

The two shot up and started rummaging through the hamper, bringing out gym shorts, tanks, boxers, anything.

Horny giggling resounded through the apartment, growing deeper and deeper and turning to animalistic grunts, and the sounds of threads popping ensued. The two friends engaged in greedy, lustful groping and kisses, playing their sexy little game of dress-up.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 8 months

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“Oh wow you feel amazing” I said to my former body laying on the bed.

I turned around and took a glimpse at my new body. I traced my meaty hands all across my sculpted frame. I pressed my palm across my smooth head and brought it around to my freshly trimmed beard. I smiled as I felt my hairy cheek. I’ve also never had a piercing before to I used my fingers to figet with the small earring on my left ear. I continued to stretch my limbs as I was getting comfortable in this body.

About once a month there’s a small club that hosts these swap parties, and during them you usually link up with someone else and agree to trade bodies until the next month. I don’t know how I managed to score this body but I can’t wait for this next month.

I turned around and saw my former body feeling himself up. I think he must be new to the swap party scene cause I’d never seen him before.

I started to gather his things up and put his clothes over my body.

“Hope you have fun in there for the month” I said with a slight side smile.

“Oh don’t you worry I will, I’m excited to be single again” he said.

“Haha have fun with that, and don’t worry I’ll say hi to your husband for you” I said fidgeting with his wedding band. As I said that I started to grow firm again.

“Oh yeah, he thinks that I- or rather you were at a corporate happy hour thing, he’s not expecting me til late” my old body explained.

I finished gathering my things and brushed my shirt a little to flatten out some wrinkles, and feel how tight these muscles were. ‘Oh man, this is gonna be the best month ever’ I thought to myself.

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 9 months

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I jumped in as quick as I could. My boyfriend asked for a hot guy on the beach and this guy was perfect. He jumped and squrimed until I finally finished taking control. As soon as I finished taking controlled I began to feel him up

"Sorry bud, but my boyfriend wants hot sex on the beach and you are fine"

I grabbed his ass. Damn it felt great. I began taking off my shorts as he began approaching

"Damn babe" he said " you picked a good one."

I turned to him

" I always do" i said with a smile " now come over here and enjoy this bubble butt. It feels so good!!!"

He didn't waist time and began playing with it. And then so much more.

We had the best sex on the beach ⛱

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malemuscleandbodyswapstop · 9 months

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City Boy

“Please don’t break down now. Not here. Anywhere but here!”

Nick had been travelling through the countryside when his rusty car broke down. Nick was a rich city boy. Being stranded in the countryside was completely out of his comfort zone. Nick stepped out of the rickety old car. He was surrounded by nothing but corn fields. Not a single person or house in sight.

Nick began walked along the side of the road, hoping a car would pass by. Nick had been walking for around an hour before he saw something in the distance. It was a house. A big bright farmhouse with a barn out the back. It was the first house Nick had seen in miles. Nick precariously approached the farmhouse. He could see a big hulking farmer feeding cows out the back. The shirtless farmer glanced back at the 19 year old.

“What do you want, city boy?” The reeking man’s voice growled.

The cowboy brought Nick into his home and sat him down in the kitchen. Nick explained what had happened. The cowboy barely seemed to be paying attention. He kept staring lustfully at the 19 year old. His disgusting farm stench filled Nick’s nostrils.

“So city boy, I’ve been looking for some help on the farm” The cowboy said in his southern drawl. “Are yer interested?”

Nick laughed nervously. “No, man. I just need to use your phon-”

“Man?” The cowboy questioned angrily.

USE YOUR MANNERS, BOY

“I’m sorry, sir” Nick blurted out. It was almost as if the words just slipped out of his mouth. As if the cowboy’s words had infected his brain, forcing him to say it. Nick was confused.

YOU WANT TO WORK HERE

“I want to work here, sir” Nick blurted out again. Nick had no control over his mouth anymore. He felt like the cowboy’s puppet. Completely suggestable to everything he was saying. The cowboy’s words embedded themselves in Nick’s brain. His words were not only changing Nick’s reality, but they were also changing Nick as a person…

Nick jumped up from his seat in fear. Nick looked at the hulking cowboy. His 6’8 stature. Nick could smell the cowboy’s hairy body which reeked of pigs and hay. Nick then made a B line for the back door. He needed to escape. What was this man doing to him?

YOU CAN’T RUN AWAY, BOY.

The cowboy’s words buried deep into Nick’s mind. He couldn’t just run away… could he? He can’t just leave the cowboy. It wouldn’t be right. Deep inside, Nick knew it was immoral to leave the farmer, but Nick forced himself to keep running. Nick ran until he reached the front of the farm. He was ready to run back to his car but… his feet refused to bring him any further. His body refused to take a step outside of the farm. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t leave. He was trapped here…

YOU GREW UP ON THIS FARM, BOY

The cowboy’s words began to tamper with Nick’s memories. Nick’s recollection of growing up in the city vanished. They were replaced with fake memories. Memories of growing up in the South. He remembered life on the farm. How he loved milking the cows, feeding the chickens and stacking the hay. It was his favourite thing to do ever since he was a kid. The 19 year old grabbed his head. He knew the memories were fake. But they felt so… real. Wait… maybe they weren’t fake? Maybe Nick did grow up on the farm?

“What are yer doin to me?! This ain’t my home! I’m from over yonder. I ain’t some hillbilly farmboy!”

Nick’s hands clasped at his mouth. Nick’s accent was now completely Southern. There was not a trace of city boy left in him. It sounded like he had never even been to the city. It sounded like the only place he had ever been was…. the countryside.

YOU TAKE AFTER YOUR FATHER, SON

The cowboy began to rewrite Nick’s genetics. His lineage being rewritten. Nick began to forget about his real father. All memories of living with his loving father faded until there was nothing left. But new memories filled their place. Nick’s mind began to be filled with memories of working on the farm with the cowbo- no… not ‘the cowboy’… his father.

Nick’s genes began rewriting themselves. Changing to adopt the genetics of the muscular cowboy standing in front of him. Nick grew in height as his genetics were replaced with the cowboy’s. He went from a generous 5’8 to a monstrous 6’5. Nick’s muscles began growing. His biceps grew bigger and bigger. His chest bulked up. His abs became more defined. His shoulders broadened. His small dainty hands began thickening, turning into big meaty paws. His fingers fat like sausages. Callouses formed on his hands due to the copious amounts of farm work he had done throughout his entire life in the countryside.

His body grew hairier and hairer. His smooth boyish skin became more coarse and manly. His 19 year old face began aging. It aged until the 19 year old looked like he was in his 30s… and that’s because he was. The 33 year old’s face was now covered by a thick manly beard. His testosterone levels sky rocketed. Sweat covered his body, embedding itself in his new body hair. His hairy armpits reeked. He smelled as bad as the pig sty out back. No amount of showers or soap could get rid of the smell. It was the smell of a true country boy. Nick’s city boy clothing began disappearing, being replaced by his milking uniform.

“Pops, what’s happening to m-?”

YOU ARE AN UNEDUCATED COUNTRY BOY

Nick was cut off by his father. His eyes grew dim and vacant. His jaw dropped open. Drool began forming in his mouth. Nick’s IQ had plummeted. His IQ went from 140 to 80 in a matter of seconds. It began slipping down further and further.

“NO! POPS, YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!”

His IQ slipped from 80 to 70.

“NO POPS! I WASSA SMART BOY!”

His IQ slipped from 70 to 50.

“NO! I DID DONE WENT TO COLLEGE!”

It slipped down further and further until it eventually fell to a mind numbingly stupid 30.

“Imma dumb farmboy, pops” Nick flexed his massive biceps releasing his pit stink into his father’s nostrils. His father smirked.

A dumb blissful expression crossed Nick’s face. Nick felt so at home in his father’s hands. So safe. So vacant. So dumb.

“Sarry for trynna run away, pops. I dunno whut I were thinkin, sir” Nick rubbed his empty head.

LET’S MAKE SURE YOU REMEMBER WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU DISOBEY ME

Nick’s new father clicked his fingers. And with that, Nick felt a swelling in his chest. It felt as if his pecs were filling up. Filling up with liquid. They felt so heavy. The new weight on his chest almost caused Nick to fall over. He shifted his new weight causing the fat pecs on his chest to jiggle. Nick dumbly looked at his tits. There seemed to be a white liquid leaking out of his nipple. It looked like… milk. Nick’s once lean pecs began getting bigger and fatter as they filled up with milk. They looked so heavy. So fuckable. His nipples grew so sensitive. The slightest touch evoking the most intense pleasure. Nick’s father just wanted titty fuck his son right then and there.

“Ma boobs done grown so big, pops”

“As punishment for trying to run away, your fat tits will now supply our farm’s milk” Nick’s father deviously grinned as he stared at his son’s leaking breasts.

Nick’s father forcefully grabbed his son’s nipples and began milking his tits. It felt so orgasmic. So pleasurable. Nick felt his intelligence being milked out of his tits. He moaned in pleasure. The more Nick was milked, the more he tried to fight back against his natural urges. But the pleasure soon became too much for the farm boy. He couldn’t hold it in anymore. The dumb country boy tried to resist, but he couldn’t help but let out a big

“MOOOOOOOOOOOO”

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And so, Nick lived out the rest of his life on his father’s farm. The dumb country boy happily fulfilled his duties on the farm. He fed the chickens, stacked the hay, let his father cum deep inside his ass. But most importantly, he supplied the farm’s dairy by letting his father milk his fat tits. Nick’s father glanced at the buckets full of his son’s milk. He grinned.

“Go get me some firewood, son. If you disobey, I’ll make it so the only thing comin out that dumb mouth of yours is MOOOOOO.”

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