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the-fluff-piece · 8 months

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Invisible

This is a SAD story with no heartwarming happy end or moment of redemption. It's the middle of the night and I feel depressed, so why not write some sad fiction

You've loved Sanji for a while, but he doesn't even see you. When Nami asks to switch bodies for a day, you experience his devotion for a short while - before going back to being invisible for him

Part 2

Part 3 is actually a choose your own adventure type!

Part 3.1: Zoro or Sanji?

Part 3.2: Law or Sanji?

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You weren't sure what she was planning, but Nami assured you that it was of the utmost importance that she borrow your body for a day. She also swore by her mother's trees that it wasn't anything illegal. And also all the money you owed her would be forgotten - so it seemed overall like an acceptable deal.

She somehow blackmailed your crews ally Trafalgar Law into this to make the switch. So when you anchored at an amusement island full of casinos and shopping opportunities, you found yourself in the thin, busty, long legged body of hers.

You looked down at her - in your body - and couldn't help but frown at the small, mousy girl looking up at you with Nami's glint in her eyes.

"Thanks Y/n, take good care of my body. See you tonight!" She saluted you and sprinted off the ship with determination.

Unsure what to do, you wobbled to Nami's closet on your much to long legs that were in much too high heels. Hopefully she had something like a shirt, you felt naked in her Jeans and Bikini Top combo.

Eventually, you found a simple shirt with a round neck and some flats and felt more like yourself immediately.

Getting out into the sun, you enjoyed the feeling of a cool breeze playing with her long hair and sighed.

"Oh Nami-swaaaaan how wonderful to see you this morning! I made extra tasty breakfast for you todaaayyyy!" Sanji screamed with his usual slurred voice. It took you a few seconds to make the connection that he, indeed, was talking to you. Or Nami, wich was gone for the day.

You turned and looked at Sanji who was prancing towards you with heart eyes and an excited expression.

"May I accompany you to the table mademoiselle?" He held out his arm.

You took it, and your heart already pounded like mad in your chest. He was gorgeous, smart and charming. He was strong and kind and had dominated your thoughts since you joined the crew.

Too bad you never lived up to the standard he had for women. Small, mousy, not at all shapely or beautiful. He treated you friendly, but way too often he seemed to overlook you. And he never, ever treated you like your female crewmates.

So this felt new and exciting, his blue eyes looked at you for the first time, really seeing, even if it was not you he really looked at.

Happily, you let him walk you to breakfast and push your chair to the table that was already loaded with all kinds of the crew's favorite food.

"Y/n not coming?" He asked when one seat remained empty.

"She left for the city just a few minutes ago" you answered.

"Very well" He said and absent mindedly took the plate and cutlery away to make place.

Usually, you ate and goofed around with Usopp and Chopper, but of course, you are not here, Nami is. You've barely taken a bite out of your toast when Sanji already inquired if it's to your liking, while simultaneously barking at Luffy and Zoro to remember their manners.

"Nami-swaaan, my sunshine, my diamond, do you need anything else?" He asked, totally in love.

"Uhm, maybe a tea?" You answered, still a little perplexed. He never asked you anything like that before.

"Tea? Of course, right away my angel!" He cooed and hurried back to the kitchen, preparing the tea.

The rest of the breakfast continued just like that - Sanji asking endlessly for your wishes and getting to work immediately when you so much as whispered an answer.

Afterwards, everyone was getting ready to explore the island. You were planning to look through a few bookstores and end the day reading at a cafe.

"Nami-swaaaan, may I accompany you to the city? I will carry all your shopping bags!" He begged you eagerly.

"I don't plan on doing so much shopping..." You said with your hands raised in defense of his onslaught of affection.

"I'll just look around a bit and maybe get a book" you explained as Sanji already sank to one knee, taking your hand.

"Than I will be your bodyguard, the city is dangerous!" He informed you and like that, it was settled that he would come with you.

He wore one of his more casual outfits - a brightly colored hawaian shirt, a fitting tie and short cargo pants - so you two looked more like cringey tourists and less like pirates together.

Going with Sanji to explore the city felt almost like a date, commenting on clothing in shop windows and what would look so nice on Nami's body. You didn't plan on buying clothes that day, you didn't exactly know what she would like anyway, but he was very, very insisting that you at least try on a few things.

Unsure what to do, you left the decision to Sanji and he immediately lead you into one of the store

You tried a few things, just basic shirts and a dress, and of course it looked gorgeous on Nami. She could have worn a potatoe sack and look like a million beri. Sanji was almost swooning and loving every bit of it.

"So beautiful!" He gushed. "Nice body!" He squealed in delight. "Why don't you try this bikini?" He asked as he held up a few shreds of fabric.

"Why don't you try on something?" You asked him, already thinking what kinds of shirts or jackets would suit him best, and trying to discourage him from suggesting more revealing outfits.

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Meanwhile at the Casino

Nami wandered past the picture of herself with the fat letters "DO NOT BELIEVE THIS WOMAN" and chuckled to herself. The owner of that chain of casinos kind of had a grudge against her, but the new face she was wearing couldn't be more inconspicuous. And she didn't directly do anything illegal, so it will be absolute fine.

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You

Soon, you flattered him into wearing some nice shirts that accentuated his bright eyes and slender frame. Much like Nami, he could wear pretty much anything and look fabulous, now it was your turn to gush about his looks and search for more outfits.

"Are you sure you don't want to try any more?" He asked insecurely as you handed him another suit to try. He didn't seem to be used to being on that side of the conversation, he talked softly and shyly all of a sudden.

"Do you really think this looks good on me?" He would ask again and again, revealing his sweet side even more.

"Of course, Sanji-kun! You look so handsome in that shirt." You said and saw his cheeks flush like he was a cute maiden.

"In fact, I like it so much that I'll buy it for you" eliciting an expression of pure shock from him.

"That is so nice, but what interest do you want?" He asked, already afraid that he was driven into debt. Of course, Zoro already was looking at an amount he would never pay off in his life, something Sanjin surely wanted to avoid.

"No, I really want to give you a gift. Promise!" You said and took out your purse.

"Really? A gift from my beautiful Nami-swan? I was never more happy!" He was almost crying from joy.

Leaving the store, he hummed and cuddled the fine dress shirt that you bought him, thinking it was a gift from his beloved. He looked so happy and sweet, you would love to shower him with gifts endlessly.

"How about we take a break, eat lunch at a restaurant?" You asked him, getting used to interacting with him in this new constellation. Of course he would say yes and of course he would be delighted at the chance.

"Yes, of absolutely! I'll find the best restaurant in town for you!" He promised and already started to walk towards the restaurant mile.

Like a researcher, he studied every restaurant meticulously, almost like his life depended on it. After what felt like an eternity, he finally decided for a small seaside bistro that looked not at all fancy or outstanding.

As he guided you to a table, he explained: "it may not look like much but their kitchen is filled with fresh herbs and they have few, but excellent dishes."

And he was right, it was fresh and delicious. You used the opportunity to get to know him better, since he usually didn't talk so lengthy to you.

"Tell me about yourself? A few stories from the baratie perhaps?" You asked, shamelessly nosy.

He looked like you had just gifted him the all blue on a pladder.

"You really want to know? About me?" He tentatively asked.

You nodded.

"Oh damn...where should I start? There's so many stories..." Once he started he almost couldn't stop, he seemed delighted by Nami's attention. She usually treated him politely, but held him at arms length if she didn't need anything. You felt a bit bad for changing the relationship somewhat, but you couldn't help but bask just for this one day in his company. Those blue eyes fixed on you, sparkling with joy and love, his pretty mouth telling you about his life. Moments that could be treasured long after this freak magic ended.

You hung on his lips and both of you forgot the time. He told you about the cooks that raised him, how Zeff trained him and how he went from a clueless kid to a master cook.

It felt like you got to know so many new sides to him and you fell in love with all of them. You knew that he was kind, but you didn't know that he loved animals as well. When a cute dog wandered by - telling by his round shape no doubt the villages favorite stray - Sanji absent mindedly scratched it behind the ears and gave it his leftovers.

It got late and the sun was already low in the sky.

"Time to head home, I don't want Luffy to starve tonight" He said with a chuckle.

Over already? He finally relaxed and opened up like never before, desperate to get just a few more moments with him you said: "come on, it's not that late. I bet they already bought something to eat in town. Let's search for a nice spot and watch the sunset!"

He looked speechless, the cigarette he just lit hung loosely from his lips.

"Uhm...sunset...watch...together???" He stammered in shock. "SO IT IS A DATE" he screamed and proceeded to bleed waterfalls from his nose.

No! You promised you wouldn't get Nami into trouble.

"No! No date! You know what, this is my fault, let's get back to the ship." You protested and tried to save the situation.

"What date? Who said something about a date? I just wanted to...uhm..buy some dates for dessert, yes. Let's watch the sunset as friends." He tried to save the situation.

Lucky for him, all you wanted was this moment with him, but without getting Nami into a situation she didn't want.

You found a spot on a low brick wall along the beach and watched the sun paint the sky in violet, pink and soft blue. It was calm and peaceful and you took deep breaths as you took in the beautiful scenery.

You turned to look at Sanji, but he was already staring at you, his mouth open.

"You're so God damn fucking beautiful" He whispered.

"You look like an angel..." he continued and leaned in to kiss you with heavy lidded eyes, competitively enchanted. You forgot who you were and why you were here, all that existed was this gorgeous, soft, wonderful man and you. Your eyes fluttered shut as your heart kicked into overdrive.

"Oh Nami-San" He whimpered when you could already feel his deep, nervous breaths on your face - slapping you back into reality.

This was not your kiss to have. This man didn't even want you. What you did there was deeply, deeply wrong on many levels. You jerked back, gasping, leaving Sanji to lose his balance and crash to the pavement below.

"Oh Nami-swan, your love is hitting me like a brick wall" he said, looking up at you with crossed eyes and a bleeding nose.

Panic rose inside of you - not only did you practically lie to your crewmate Sanji, you abused the body of your friend as well. You looked down her body, reminding you that none of this should be happening. You grabbed the cook at his collar and heaved him up. Emulating Nami's more demanding voice you say:

"NOTHING happened between us today, you hear me? NOTHING. We had a nice shopping tour, ate something AND THAT'S IT."

Baffled and with slightly wet eyes, Sanji nodded.

"And now we're going home." You said and dragged him to his feet. Ignoring his softly whispered questions, you stalked back to the ship on long legs that weren't yours, left a helpless and absolutely devastated Sanji on deck, and shut yourself in the girl's room

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Meanwhile: Nami

A broad grin in her face and a big sack of money on her back, Nami left the casino. She won - fair and square. She didn't always need to revert to robbery to get what she wanted - give her a card table and a bit of time and she wins everything just like that.

Nami was banned from all major casinos, so she didn't get to play as much. It was so much fun, she may have overdone it with the beer a little...y/n would surely understand.

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You

Finally, Nami came back, a very sour looking Law in her grasp. After putting everyone in the right body again, Nami gave him a brown paper envelope that he checked briefly, called her a witch, and left for good.

Crushed by guilt and feeling strangely dizzy, you confessed your guilt.

"I swear nothing really happened...I told him to forget it...I'M SO. SO. SORRY!" You collapsed at her feet as she turned in front of the mirror, admiring herself.

"Ah, thanks for the heads up. I'll deal with him, don't worry." She said, totally relaxed as she squeezed her boobs in both hands and pursed her lips, admiring the pose in the mirror.

"God, I missed these two!" She finally exclaimed and dressed in a bikini top and hotpants.

"So he'll be a little more annoying than usual. No biggie. Oh and...by the way? Maybe stay away from casinos for a few months" She said with a wink and ran down to the kitchen for dinner.

You felt like you couldn't show your face to Sanji ever again, when you remembered that you didn't spend the day with him. Nami has. And she would handle it.

You swayed down the stairs and sat down, there was no plate in front of you. Fair enough, you weren't really hungry. You watched Sanji as he carefully wooed Nami with special treats and compliments, all the while looking sad and small. When you finally decided to get up and get your own plate, he mumbled "oh sorry y/n, didn't think you were coming" barely glancing at you. "Just help yourself" He said as he pointed to the mountains of food on the table.

He stalked around Nami for the whole evening, ignoring you completely. Now that you've known how his attention and love felt, his indifference stung more than you could ever have imagined. And there was nothing you could do about it, you were just you. Not interesting.

Tears welled up in your eyes and you excused yourself hastily, fully crying before you could reach the relative privacy of the girls dorm.

You were crying over your own shortcomings, over perfect moments that would never come back, over blue eyes that would never look at you ever again, your pathetic weakness. Agitated, you threw yourself on your bed, bud were unable to fall asleep.

You decided to take a bath to feel better, and it helped, even just a little. Spending a long time relaxing in the hot water, you finally got tired and decided to give sleep another try.

As you walked back to the girls room, shriveled up like dried fruit and with ouffy eyes, you saw Sanji lean over the railing, smoking and looking out to the sea. He looked lost in thought, sad. You would have loved to comfort him, give him just the tiniest piece of happiness back, but it was pointless. He whispered something under his breath. Deciding against eavesdropping, you returned to bed and left him by himself.

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Epilogue

"You did quite a number on that guy. He brought me flowers this morning, can you imagine?" Nami told you, chuckling.

"White roses. He's really lost" She added, looking at you for some reaction.

"Sorry..." You muttered, your voice trailing off.

"I shouldn't have..."

"Don't feel bad, I'll be alright. It doesn't matter anyway if I'm too nice to him or kick him in the face, he'll be into me no matter what. It's annoying but harmless, and sometimes useful" She winked at you, trying to lift the mood.

"You know, it's not your fault he made it into a date. Bet he just coerced you into it, you're too nice!" Nami went on, you looked away, flushing.

"It's not like you wanted it, right?" She asked.

"Right?" She added a bit more insecurely.

"Oh." Her eyes went wide at your pained expression.

"Oh, well, uhm. An idiot like that for a nice girl like you? Nah!" She grimaced as your face darkened more and more.

"You deserve so much better! Some day you'll find the one" She talked on, slowly realising that it was not exactly making you feel better.

"Haha...sorry" She pouted.

"It's okay, I'll get over it." You answered.

"You're strong, you will." Nami patted your back and finally left.

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captainmalewriter · 6 months

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"Nooo WAIT!! Guys it's me, Garret!!! I'm the real one! That bitch swapped our bodies when nobody was looking!!"

The two cops dragging the screaming man stopped after he said that. Officer Jones was holding the door open for them. One of the cops looked up at Garret's eyes. He had a confident look in his eyes. As far as the cop could tell, this was the same calm, cool, and collected Garret he went through academy training with.

"Tsk! Can you believe this guy, Gary? Crazy what kind of shit druggies will say when they're all hopped on!"

"Amen to that brother!" Garret swiftly agreed. The three cops shared a hearty chuckle while the apprehended criminal's face dropped.

"Alright, let's go, buddy, you've got a long sentence waiting for you..."

"NOOOO!!!!"

The other two cops carried the criminal out into the next room for processing. Garret watched as they took him away, doing his best to hide his grin until they were completely gone.

"Whewww! Can't believe they bought it!!"

'Officer Jones' let out a heavy sigh of relief. Now that he was all alone in the room, he was free to relish the situation he found himself in. He thought he was as good as toast when the cops finally caught him. As he was getting arrested, he made a wish to get out of trouble in any way possible. As fate would have it, he wound up in the body of the cop who arrested him!

Officer Jones purred as he felt around his new body. His muscles felt firm and strong, and they felt amazing to massage through his uniform. His hands slithered down to his pants, then he gave his new junk a good squeeze and rub, causing a deep groan to escape his lips. He then stripped down to get a good look at his new goods. He whistled at the sight of his new thick tool. Even when soft, he was hung! Thankfully for him, he only needed to wait one more hour until he was off the clock. Then, he was free to do whatever the fuck he wanted as the new Officer Garret Jones.

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minty364 · 5 months

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DPXDC Prompt #101

Danny and his parents were invited to Gotham so they could show one of their latest inventions to Tim and Bruce at Wayne industries. Of course this is the Fentons we’re talking about and something goes wrong during the demonstration. Danny and Tim swap bodies and chaos ensues. Danny finds out about Bruce’s and Tim’s identities after Bruce doesn’t realize they swapped at first and drives right into the bat cave. Danny tells Bruce they need to kidnap Tim since he doesn’t know how to control Danny’s powers and doesn’t want to risk him getting caught by his parents. Tim right before getting kidnapped by his own family figures out Danny is part ghost and is horrified that he lives with ghost hunter parents.

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bodyhopper-files · 5 days

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"My big brother may identify as straight, but that doesn't stop me from slipping into his body and seducing men just about any time I want, as long as he's up for it. Despite his clean-cut engineer persona, he's got a kinky side and a surprisingly jacked body that I know how to use to both of our advantage. Finding men to play with when I'm in control is never an issue. His body can handle all the dirty fun I have in mind, and I make sure to leave each encounter with a satisfied partner and a smug smirk on my borrowed face."

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swapper · 9 days

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Bro’s Night Out

The dwindling twilight seeped in through Alex's bedroom window like a slow leak, coating the room in a gentle lavender hue. Groggily, he tossed back the covers and rose from his bed, every hesitant step an electric spark in his excitable nerves. Alex traced the lingering echo of brother' presence in his bedroom, following it like a homing beacon. In a rush, he crossed the hall and entered his brother's bedroom. Alex closed his eyes, visualized his brother's silver chain which he gift so that he could possess his body. His mind crawled into his muscles, lazily exploring the firmness and strength of his limbs. The bedroom slipped away, replaced by an inky black void. A chilling dive into a pool of darkness with the faint hum of electricity charged the air.

With a thud, he opened his eyes. His vision was a nauseating, neon-wave wipe of colors, but a sudden jolt of familiarity settled him. Alex felt the softness of his brother's sheets under his fingertips, the Post workout musk of Lucas lingering subtly in the air. He reached for the full body mirror in his room, almost comically oversized by comparison to Alex's former size. He took in the sight of brother's impressive form, and his cock stirred in his shorts.

The mere sight of his brother's perfect physique was intoxicating, and the irrationality of it all started to seep in. But Alex couldn't help himself.

He let his hands roam over brother's body, savoring every solid curve and dip - a sensation that was now all too arousing. He traced his fingertips over the embedded muscles in his arms, letting out a low whistle.

"No wonder you got all the girls," Alex muttered as his hands came to rest on his chest. As they lingered there, awareness hummed through him, and he felt his cock stiffen in his shorts. What was he doing? Was this some kind of taboo power trip?

Alex wasn't sure, but he couldn't ignore the growing desire to abuse his brother's body. He began to grind his hips, the feeling of brother's cock hardening and growing under his shorts sending an electrifying sensation through his own body.

Alex slowly eased his hands down his ripped abs and slid them into his shorts. He wrapped his fingers around his brother's shaft, noticing how foreign yet exciting it felt.

"Fuck, that feels amazing," Alex mumbled.

His cock was now fully erect in Alex's hand, and the sensation was overwhelming. He couldn't believe he was touching his brother’s body in such an intimate way, but he couldn't bring himself to stop.

The taboo excitement was like a drug, and Alex was quickly becoming addicted. He began to move his hand up and down, savoring every vein and ridge of Lucas' cock. He couldn't resist the urge to scope up and taste his brother's precum, pressing his pecs to the smoothness of his abs before trailing his tongue up to his mucky arm pit.

Alex let out a soft moan, and the sound only served to heighten Alex's excitement.

Alex started stroking his cock vigorously while pinching his sensitive nipples. As the tension began building. Alex moan loudly “Oh My God, I am Cumming” with that he splattered his cum all over the mirror. Alex in dazed state tasted some of cum.

Yeah Bro, you do taste nice. Am gonna come back for more. Wiping the cum on his chest, Alex release his brother’s naked body on his bed leaving the mess a souvenir for his brother in the morning.

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mtmpossession · 4 months

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A New Perspective: Part I

The sun had just set over the horizon, casting a warm glow across the rolling hills of the family farm in Texas. Douglas, a sturdy man in his early fifties, stood outside the old barn, gazing out at the fields with a mixture of pride and weariness. He was a homespun man, with a short beard that highlighted the strength of his jawline. His broad shoulders were testament to a lifetime of hard work, both as a fire protection specialist and as a farmer.

Joseph, on the other hand, was a young man in his late twenties, with an athletic build and lean muscles that were honed from years of working out and modeling. He was dressed impeccably in a crisp white shirt and dark jeans, his brown hair styled to perfection. His stubble, however, betrayed the fact that he hadn't shaved in a few days. Joseph was an adventurer, always eager to explore the world and experience new things. He was bisexual, something he had confessed to his father years ago, which had only served to further strain their already tenuous relationship.

As Joseph stepped out of the car and approached his father, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness. They had barely spoken in over a year, and now they were meeting under such tense circumstances. Douglas's disapproval of Joseph's lifestyle choice, coupled with his father's insistence that he abandon his modeling career and join the family business, had only served to drive them further apart.

Douglas, on the other hand, was filled with a mixture of anger and disappointment. He loved his son dearly, but he couldn't help but feel that Joseph was wasting his life chasing after meaningless fame and fortune. He wanted Joseph to embrace their family's blue-collar roots and work alongside him at the fire protection business and on the farm.

"Hello, Joseph," Douglas said, his tone formal and distant. "It's good to see you again."

"Likewise, Dad," Joseph replied, his voice equally guarded. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt as he looked at his father. The last time they had seen each other, they had argued heatedly about Joseph's life choices. He wished things could be different, but it seemed like their relationship was beyond repair.

The two men stood in an awkward silence, neither knowing what to say. The tension was palpable. Douglas cleared his throat and glanced at his watch. "Well, I should get started on dinner," he said finally. "Why don't you come inside and help me?"

Joseph hesitated, uncertain whether his father meant it as an invitation to mend fences or just a request for assistance. After a moment's consideration, he decided to accept the offer. "Sure," he said, following his father into the house. The kitchen was warm and welcoming, with a large wooden table and cozy decorations that spoke of years of family gatherings.

As they worked side by side, chopping vegetables and seasoning meat, the silence between them seemed less oppressive. Douglas glanced at his son out of the corner of his eye, noticing the way he moved with confidence and ease. It was hard for Douglas to believe that this was the same boy who had once been so uncertain of himself. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of pride, despite the tension that still lingered between them.

Meanwhile, Joseph found himself thinking about the years they had spent apart. He remembered the days when they would work together on the farm, laughing and sharing stories. He wondered if they could ever find a way back to that place of mutual understanding and respect.

As they ate their dinner, they continued to engage in small talk, discussing the latest sports news and local politics. It was a far cry from their previous arguments about Joseph's career choices, and Douglas found himself enjoying the easy banter between them. He couldn't help but notice how well his son looked, dressed in his crisp white shirt and jeans. There was a confidence about him that hadn't been there before.

Joseph, too, was relieved to be able to talk about something other than the elephant in the room. He had missed his father's company and the sense of belonging that came with being part of this family. He knew that they had differences, but he hoped that they could find some common ground.

As the evening wore on, however, their conversation began to take a familiar turn. Douglas started to question Joseph's choices once again, and Joseph found himself growing defensive. Before they knew it, they were once again arguing heatedly. "You never understood me, Dad," Joseph exclaimed, his voice rising. "You just want me to be this version of yourself, but I'm not you!"

Douglas's face flushed with anger. "Of course I understand you, Joseph! I just want you to have a stable future, one that doesn't involve chasing after fleeting fame and fortune!" he retorted. "You could be doing so much more with your life than strutting around in front of cameras!"

Joseph felt a stab of pain as his father spoke. He knew that Douglas meant well, but he couldn't help feeling like he was being suffocated by his father's expectations. "You don't get it, Dad," he said, his voice trembling. "I'm not you. I don't want your life. I want my own."

Douglas looked away, unable to meet his son's eyes. He knew that he had been harsh, but he couldn't help feeling a desperate need to protect Joseph from what he saw as a reckless path. He wished he could understand why Joseph was so determined to pursue a career in modeling, when there were so many other options available to him.

Joseph retreated to his room, feeling a familiar mix of anger, frustration, and sadness. He knew that he and his father had always been different, but he had hoped that they could find some common ground. Instead, they seemed to be further apart than ever. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep, his mind filled with thoughts of his father and their strained relationship.

Douglas, too, lay awake, staring up at the ceiling. He couldn't shake the image of Joseph's face as he had argued with him. He knew that he had been harsh, but he couldn't help feeling a desperate need to protect his son from what he saw as a reckless path. He wished he could understand why Joseph was so determined to pursue a career in modeling, when there were so many other options available to him.

As the hours ticked by, Douglas found himself growing more and more restless. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to step into Joseph's shoes, even for just a day. To experience the world through his son's eyes, to understand the motivations that drove him. Perhaps then, he thought, he could find a way to bridge the gap between them.

Joseph, on the other hand, spent the remainder of the night tossing and turning in bed. He couldn't shake the image of his father's disappointment and the weight of their strained relationship. He felt as though they were speaking two different languages. Perhaps if he could understand where his father was coming from, they could find a way to reach a common ground.

After they fall asleep, a sudden thunder storm arises. Lightning flashes across the sky, illuminating the room in brief flashes of blue and white. The wind howls, battering the windows and causing the house to creak and groan. In the midst of the storm, there is a strange, inexplicable feeling in the air. As if the universe itself is conspiring to bring about a change.

The next morning, Joseph awakens with a start. He feels... different. His body is heavier, his movements slower. As he sits up in bed, he realizes with a jolt that he is no longer in his own body. He is in his father's body!

Douglas, too, wakes up with a start. He feels... light, almost ethereal. His movements are quick and graceful. As he swings his legs over the side of the bed, he realizes with a gasp that he is not in his own body. He is in Joseph's body!

He rushes over to the mirror, hardly able to believe what he sees. The face that stares back at him is not his own. It is young, vibrant, and unmistakably his son's. He touches his cheek, feeling the smoothness of his skin, and then runs his fingers through his silky hair. This is a dream, he tells himself, but it feels so real.

As he steps out of his room, he sees Joseph standing in the hallway, looking equally confused. His father's body feels strange, yet familiar. He tries to speak, but no words come out. He gestures for his father to follow him, and they proceed to the kitchen.

To be continued...

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historiasbodyswaps · 3 months

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I took possession of the body of my boss's son (male possession)

I am a fairly robust man since I work in an office where the salary is terrible, since we are under the command of a boss who seems like a tyrant. I can only say that my life could not be worse, I have no partner, no money, I am alone, and I live in a miserable apartment.

One day in the office at approximately two in the afternoon was when I saw him for the first time, it was that young man so handsome and marked that he walked through the corridors of the office with a strong musky smell, it was none other than Emmanuel, the young son of my boss, God, he was so hot that I couldn't stop watching him the entire time he was in his father's office, always so arrogant at his father's desk with those pumped and muscular legs, at that moment my head couldn't stop leaving to think that I wanted his life for myself, to possess that precious body

Fortunately I had some knowledge on the subject since my grandmother was a kind of witch and I had inherited some books from her, but I never paid attention to them until now. When I got to my dirty apartment I decided to look for them, until I found them in some boxes full of dust that I had in a closet, I knew that this was the time and that possibly there would not be a new opportunity like this.

It was approximately three in the morning when I finally found a spell that suited what I needed. It was my chance. I decided to prepare the potion. After a few minutes I drank it until there was no more left. A while passed and I didn't feel anything. nothing, I was disappointed to the point that I left everything and went to sleep accepting that all this was a farce, I had already accepted in a certain way that my destiny was to be this horrible man and not fulfill my dreams.

This all changed when later in the night my body started to shake, from when I opened my eyes, I couldn't move my body, this was very strange until it all started, my body started to move in an exciting way, I didn't know what was happening. I began to moan from the pleasure of this strange sensation, to the point of contorting myself, I couldn't stand this sensation, until all this stopped.

A while passed and I didn't know what was happening, when suddenly I woke up and thought it was all a dream, when I realized that I was in a different and very luxurious room, surprised I raised my hands and I couldn't believe it, they were younger, softer and muscular, I didn't know what was happening, I got up from that chamber and I felt like my body was lighter, without hesitation I looked for a mirror and it was him, I was seeing Emmanuel's reflection, I can't describe the feeling that passed through me, it was very exciting to the point that I felt a bulge in his crotch, Emmanuel's entire body shook and a picture of excitement began that he could not contain, I had to take off those tight Calvin Klein boxers that he was wearing, and I proceeded to touch that smooth cock that I now had, that experience was incredible that I cannot describe what I felt watching my new body moan with pleasure with that very masculine voice and my abdomen filled with fluids of myself, simply fantastic.

When I calmed down, I kept thinking about everything I could do with this new body, the sky was the limit, I had my ex-boss's credit card at my disposal, this was incredible, fortunately I kept some memories of Emmanuel and they had Living with my experience, my mind along with this body were unstoppable.

The following days I dedicated myself to exploring my body, down to the smallest corner. In the afternoons I spent walking around my enormous house. I had all of Emmanuel's servants at my disposal.

I can say that I don't care what happened to my old body since now I have an infinitely better one, I don't regret stealing this male's body, since he didn't deserve it, he was quite conceited and superficial, but now is my chance to use it at will. In the afternoon my new father will teach me more about the family business, I have put on a tight suit on this body that I can say looks spectacular on me, those silk socks fit my calves perfectly.

In the afternoons I go to my private gym where I put on the tightest leggings I can find, I love the feeling of the fabric rubbing against my muscular and sweaty body.

That was it, I have to go, since I have an appointment to put this well-endowed body into action, being Emmanuel is great and I love that this is my life now.

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technicallyhardwombat · 2 months

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Uncle Chris and I always go on a walk in the woods. We both love nature. Me and Chris have similar traits. Similar interests. Similar dislikes.

So on one of our walks, we had a conversation

"Felix. Would you like to swap bodies with me?"

"Excuse me Chris. Can you repeat that?"

"You heard me, Felix. Would you like to swap bodies with me? I've seen you eyeing me up. Looking at my arms. My abs. My junk. I know you fancy about me. Your dad keeps saying you sleep talk about me. And how you would love to be me."

Flustered, because its true. I reponed with "Yes. But how would we swap bodies? It's impossible."

Chris gave me a drink. Nothing. So we walked back to Chris place. Then all of a sudden. I've got massive arms. Big chest. My junk feels bigger. I look over and see my body. Smerking. Then my body says

"Like what you see Felix. Or should I say Chris"

I'm in shock. I'm Chris.

"Does anyone know about this Chris? About us swapping bodies"

"Your dad. Well now your younger brother Oscar."

"Should I act like you? Even around dad?"

"Yeah. Would be funny"

So with that. Me and my dad, wait no younger brother Oscar now, went to the pub. It was great. Being Chris. With my dad, as my brother. It was amazing. He didn't suspect a thing. He asked about the body swap thing with 'Felix'. I said I'm waiting for the right time. As the night went on. My dad (Oscar), wanted to go home. So we walked home. I dropped him off. And I waved goodbye to Oscar. And Chris in my body

When I got to Chris place, wait should I be saying my place. I flexed my huge arms. I grapped every last bit of my new body. I can't believe we swapped bodies.

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samsm2mstories · 1 month

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MUSCLES!

Fuck yeah I'm LOOKING GREATTTTT!

A while ago I took over the body of my former ex-boyfriend. I was so jealous of how he was fucking my ex-girlfriend who dumped me because I wasn't good enough.

Sorry bro this body is mine now and I can't wait to fuck my girl every night until I'm ready to dump her to meet my future husband at the gym. I know he won't resist this body of mine now. I can't wait to dump that bitch once I got used to my new body and cock.

Fuckkk this body feels so fucking amazing. I'm so hench now, I can't wait to hit the gym and get those weights going. Everyone will admire how fucking amazing I am now. I know there are a few closet gays at the gym and I can't wait to fuck their tight asses.

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mr2swap · 24 days

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The great shift: Swap Sindrome 1

In a dimly lit room, I was masturbating with my fingertips in front of a pale white monitor. As I watched the images of boys around the age of high school students lined up on the screen, I fantasized about taking off their clothes and touching their naked bodies.

-ahh, ahh… ahh-

I closed my eyes as I fantasized about the scenes that were still etched in my memory, the memories of my body and my Gymbros in the locker room flooded my mind, At this moment there was nothing erotic about looking at my best friends or touching their oily and muscles to feel The Progress we had made in the gym, but now it was different, I was different.

I continued looking at the photographs that were shown on the Instagram profiles of my former friends, while the desperation and excitement with which I moved My small cock increased more and more.

I kept changing the photos until a photograph of my old body was displayed on the entire screen. I enlarged the photograph just so I could rotate the most erotic parts of my old body. I focused my gaze on the armpits that still had a couple of drops of stinky and sticky sweat running down towards my abdomen.

-FUUUCK! What I wouldn't give to smell those musky holes again-

The shameful and perverted words that came out of my mouth really embarrassed me, but right now I had no control over myself the only thing I wanted was to fantasize about my old hairy armpits, lick his hard biceps and play with his grazed nipples, The memory of the last time I could smell a sweaty t-shirt from my original body made me ejaculate violently, the semen spread across the keyboard of the old computer that was in front of me.

At that moment my head cleared, from one moment to the next the animal instincts that dominated me a few seconds ago immediately disappeared... and then only remorse.

I took a piece of paper that was within my reach and began to clean up the mess that I had caused myself. When I finished cleaning my little cock, I threw the ball of paper into the trash can that was saturated with balls identical to that one in a yellowish color. And they left a disgusting smell in my room.

I stood up, pulled up my pants and slowly walked towards the kitchen, avoiding looking at my fat old face on the relevant surfaces that were in my messy apartment. After doing this, I feel disgusting, but no matter how hard I try to stop thinking about my old life and in my old body.

-The swap syndrome…-

I said quietly trying to justify my depraved obsession with my old life, I had all the symptoms I had read on the internet:

“ Swap syndrome is a disorder characterized by a persistent and overwhelming obsession with a person's past life after experiencing a body swap with another. This syndrome manifests itself when two individuals involuntarily exchange their bodies thanks to the event known as “The great shift.”

People affected by SS experience intense longing and nostalgia for their previous life. They feel a deep disconnection from their new body and struggle to adapt to their new physical identity. Meanwhile, they constantly long to return to their old lives, including their relationships, daily routines, and everyday activities.

Symptoms of SS may include episodes of obsessional love, masturbation, anxiety, depression, and dissociation, as well as a decrease in social and occupational functioning. Affected people may manifest compulsive behaviors related to the search for ways to reverse the body exchange and recover their previous life.“

I've been trapped in the body of this overweight middle-aged man named Hiroshi for two years, and one day I just woke up in a room full of trash and on the other side of the world. It had been a few hours since all this had started So it was easy I searched what was happening on the internet I tried to contact my parents, but none of them responded to me even now I haven't seen my parents after so long, maybe they have They've gotten better bodies and now they're having fun. Or maybe they're in one of the many prisons trapped in the body of some convict, I don't know...

At least they can put me in contact with the Old Hiroshi who was now on the beach in Miami enjoying that new teenage body. At first, we wrote to each other every day, trying to go unnoticed among all the chaos of the world. I had to eat. So I decided. Not to tell anyone that he was actually a 16-year-old American teenager instead of a Japanese man my father's age.

The real Hiroshi helped me adjust to my new life, while I naively believed that this was something that would be resolved in a couple of days. But over time I got used to my new job in a restaurant as a dishwasher, I didn't understand the language very well. , but he didn't need it, the real Hiroshi was a quiet and submissive guy, Very different from what the real Hiroshi is like in his new life, as a popular teenager. That he spends his afternoons tanning on the beach and flirting with beautiful girls.

I used to talk to the real Hiroshi every day, but over time he took longer to respond to the messages, then to look at them and just not respond and over time he started ignoring my calls, now the only thing I know is because of the photographs I uploads to Instagram and social networks of my former friends, I didn't dare tell them the truth, that their former friend was now trapped in the body of a 45 year old obese loser…

I've been saving everything I can to be able to travel back to America and reunite with my old life. Although the salary as a dishwasher is shit, it's better than nothing, but once I'm in front of my old body I don't know if I can control myself... look down and a tiny bulge formed again in my pants from just being in front of my old body.

-Shit….-

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swap-and-possessions · 28 days

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Breaking Stuff

"Dave! You're going to break i-"

As Dave raised his arm to remove his shirt, the shoulder strap snapped like a twig. The tattered fabric hung on his hips, revealing his toned body underneath. Every bulging muscle accentuated under the light, earning a few stolen glances from the other people in the gym.

"I- I'm sorry, Eric. I didn't mean to rip another one," Dave chuckled in Eric's voice.

"Another one? That's the 5th shirt you broke since we swapped bodies." Eric whispered. He sauntered over to his old body and helped his nerdy friend remove the tattered remains of his shirt. It's a good thing this wasn't his favorite shirt. He'd never let Dave wear any of his good clothes if he was just going to break them. In his new body, his old body towered over him, twice as tall and much thicker. He couldn't believe this happened before their town's 23rd beach body competition.

"I said I'm sorry," The awkward chuckle disappeared from Dave's face, and a worried look replaced it. "I still can't get used to my - I mean - your strength. I keep breaking stuff, and I'm really sorry. To be honest, I don't think I can replace you in the upcoming competition."

"Just flex and smile for the crowd. Building up your confidence might take a bit, but we still have a week before the competition. There's time to work on it." Nate laid his hand on Dave's pecs and felt how firm and warm they were. Looking and feeling at this perspective makes him proud in a way. He did that. That was his work. However, it bummed him knowing those muscles weren't attached to him anymore, and it was all his fault. "I'm sorry, too. I should know better not to mess with your tech gizmos."

"Well, you should. I think our situation is enough reminder not to touch and accidentally break my stuff."

Eric chuckled. "I guess breaking stuff comes naturally with that body, huh?"

Dave followed suit with a cheeky smile. "Seems so. I'm glad I haven't broken your hips whenever I fuck you in my body." From smiles, Dave turned it into a blowout laughter.

"Dave!"

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m-ayo-o · 7 months

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would you f*ck yourself?

18+ // explicit sex no plot // ★ body swap ★ this one’s freaky but i had fun ok wc 1200 selfshiptember; 21 you swap bodies with Toji Fushiguro for the day! he tempts you with your own body. your new body can’t resist.

First off, it’s the height that takes you by surprise, then the deep voice that you feel rumbling in your chest, and how heavy his body is.

Then you look down, admiring yourself and flexing all the muscle you’ve gained. You feel the rush of blood pumping through them mixed with an unfamiliar feeling coursing through your veins. It’s rising and clouding your mind as you stare down at Toji, who’s inside your body below you. It’s in your head and down your spine, reaching to the tip of your fingers that you feel clenching into tight fists. You feel aggression and power and strength like you’ve never felt before. It feels amazing.

While you’re enjoying your new body, Toji’s getting to grips with his, pulling up your shirt and squeezing your tits, now he has complete control.

Not that he didn’t before, only now he can feel it all.

“No– stop it!”

You know how this will end– when he gets a taste for that pleasure he won’t be able to stop until it’s done.

You fear it’s already too late as you look down at the massive bulge forming in your sweatpants.

“That’s yours now too,” his teasing, snarky laugh doesn’t quite have the same effect in your higher pitched voice.

Although you have taken over Toji’s body, it seems that the instincts and desires within him are so strong that he basically still has control.

Overcome by the heat and arousal in his body, you’re tugging off his clothes and wrapping a hand around the erection you now have to take care of.

It doesn’t feel so abnormally massive in these big hands. It feels good, but Toji’s body is inching towards yours for a reason. This is going to feel much better.

You grapple your own body into submission, but the expression on your face looks familiar– that wide grin, those evil eyes. It’s him.

His body is moving as it always does– stripping you, getting his hands around your tits, down your waist, pumping his fingers inside that tight hole.

All those feelings you know and love, he’s now experiencing firsthand.

And it’s nearly wiped that smug look off the pretty face he now owns.

Before you realise what’s happening, the muscle memory kicks in and you’re dragging the body below you down the bed, sliding Toji’s cock over the dripping hole that awaits.

Would you fuck yourself?

It plays on your mind for a second until Toji’s body starts sinking in, pushing and struggling to get his tip inside.

“You need to, ah– relax” you spare the newbie some advice in Toji’s softest voice.

This part is always hard, especially if you’re feeling pretty worked up. For him, this might be tough. But your body is used to it, so he should be able to handle it.

“That’s it,” you find Toji’s voice coming out without thinking, “good girl”

Fuck. He must be in control of his lips too.

You ease in, feeling the tight grip around Toji’s shaft.

You thrust and work further inside, mimicking his usual movements until his dick finds its way right back, disappearing entirely.

“‘s it usually nghh– this fucking tight?” you groan as Toji nods your pretty head up and down, unable to get any words out.

You watch that cocky smirk disappear as you start pumping, enjoying the squeezing, warm sensation around Toji’s member. It really is like you’re being milked.

And he’s got that gooey, melting feeling you know all too well.

“How’s it feel– to be fucked with your own cock?”

“C-can’t believe– it feels this good–” he chokes out between your hard thrusts, “th-thought you were just bein’ ah–hahh, a dumb fuckin’ whore– but– ahh, this feels sofuckin’- nghh goood, babyyy”

You hear those familiar, crass words in a new light.

Anger flashes through your veins and behind your eyes, and you get a sudden, consuming desire to hurt the body below you.

Your body. But Toji will feel it.

“‘N who’s the whore now?” you use Toji’s big hands to pull your body up, getting on your knees and shoving his cock back inside.

“I said, who’s the fucking whore?” you pull on your own hair, making those whimpers escape your throat.

He soon realises why you submit to him so easily. It’s almost as if your body leaves him no choice– it’s just the way you react to those commanding tones, all that muscle and power.

“‘m the whore, s’me– it’s, ahh hahh– can’t believe you’re doin’ this to mee–ee–” he slurs out, already getting completely cock drunk.

You just let your new, primal instincts take over, letting that sadistic laugh roll off your tongue as you spank and squeeze until you feel a familiar build up.

Rather than the achy feeling emanating from your core, it’s focused around his thick cock, in his balls when they slap against you, and deeper, at the back.

The feeling spreads through his loins and shaft as you get a pulsing pleasure up his erection, pumping his load in your hole.

You can’t help but follow Toji’s usual routine, pulling out and watching the white liquid spill, smearing it around then flipping your little body over.

“You wanna feel real pleasure?” you huff, lowering Toji’s mouth onto your own clit.

He screams, slamming one hand over your mouth as the other grips the sheets.

You just let out Toji’s dry laugh, watching him enjoy your body.

You work two of Toji’s fingers inside, delivering a few final flicks of his tongue and your body is spasming and jolting.

It’s the pleasure you feel every day, but for Toji, it’s all a bit much.

There are already tears forming when you work him up a second time, feeling that thrumming and clenching around those big fingers.

You suck and bite and pump until he’s begging you to stop.

But you want to treat him to the real Toji experience.

“Before we switch back, I want to feel you cumming on this cock”

You can’t believe what you’re saying, let alone what you’re doing, as you pull your own body into position once more.

But the desire is all consuming. You can’t fight it.

You work Toji’s big cock inside again, groaning when you feel that tight, hot pressure over his tip again.

God, you could get addicted to this.

But you know you won’t have long until this phenomenon wears off, so you thrust hard and fast, using his thumb to work your body up to orgasm.

Both of your bodies are ready to spill, your hips in sync– from this new perspective you can so easily see what the other needs. And you know exactly how to deal out the perfect pleasure for your own bodies.

So Toji’s fucked out brain opens your lips and begs for release, just like you always do.

And you let him come undone over his own cock, the fullness and stimulation of your clit bringing him to a mind bending orgasm. A feeling he’ll probably never experience again.

The clenching hot grip of your own hole brings Toji’s hips to a stutter, another load of cum spurting out as you get that dull, achy feeling in his prostate, the dizzy pleasure through his head.

You all but collapse, huffing and panting, exchanging breaths as your consciousnesses pass between one another, returning to their rightful places.

“D’you enjoy that?” he’s back.

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