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xtramaletf · 4 months
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Left on Read
“I can’t believe it! He still hasn’t replied!” Mark’s sister groaned
“Hmm” Mark feigned indifference by staring at his phone, but actually he was just scrolling up and down on the Weather app.
“What’s even the point of squeezing myself into this tight, skimpy outfit and going for a run if Brady won’t even snap me back?!”
“Maybe he’s busy, Jess” Mark offered, trying not to grin too much. 
“Ugh whatever I’m gonna go shower” Jessie said, getting up “and stop smiling I know you’re enjoying my suffering.”
Jessie was right, Mark was having the time of his life. It was fun watching straight-as-an-arrow Brady acting boy crazy. Plus, seeing his body in a “skimpy” outfit wasn’t bad either.
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mrwavellswaps · 10 months
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Understanding Him Better
(Birthday Present for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)
Marcy stared out of her bedroom window, looking up at the clear nigh sky. Her college roommates had already gone to bed but she just couldn’t sleep. There was this boy on campus on campus she’d gained a huge crush on. Alex. He was every bit her type. A strong, muscular and smooth body. Youthful, charming looks. An air of confidence that was balanced out by a humble nature. He was her perfect man. Except she had no idea how to really approach him. Most of the interests he had didn’t really overlap with hers so she didn’t know how best to strike up a conversation. Her friends had told her just to straight up ask him on a date but the last time she did that she got rejected and had been terrified of trying again ever since. And so as Marcy continued to admire the stars in the sky, she secretly wished that she could understand Alex a little better. Maybe then she’d be confident enough to speak to him…
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Little did she know that as she finally slipped into bed, a certain magical entity had overheard her wish and was more than willing to ‘grant’ it. Magic flowed into Marcy’s body as she drifted off to sleep, changing her and her life so that she might finally understand Alex.
The next morning Marcy woke up feeling incredibly groggy. She stretched her arms a little and immediately she felt something was off. She blinked her eyes open and what she saw was certainly not her bedroom! Or at least it was but… it was like someone else entirely lived in it. Gone were all her clothes, her make up and most of her books. Instead there was what looked to be men’s clothes lying around along with an Xbox set up across the room. Her boom shift seemed to be replace with a bunch of games and even more noticeable was the weights rack that was next to it. Even the whole colour scheme of her room was different. Before it’d been bright yellow and white for the most part but now it was black and dark blue. It was almost like a dude had been living in her room…
She sat up a little and immediately noticed the difference in weight. Her body. It’s size. Its shape. It was completely different! Her breasts were gone, replaced with pure muscle, and her arms were huge! From what she could tell under the covers her legs looked much bigger as well but that wasn’t the most concerning part. She could feel a strange bulge between her legs… it couldn’t be. Marcy didn’t want to believe but everything was pointed towards it. She needed to see it for herself.
Jumping out of bed in a panic, she rushed out of her room and towards the bathroom, stumbling a little on the way due to her new weight and the unfamiliar package between her thighs. As soon as she made it however, she locked the door behind her before dashing over towards the mirror and what she saw took her breath away. Staring back at her in the mirror was a dude! But not just any dude, it was Alex! The boy she had a crush on.
“W-what the… How is this… I-I look like Alex!?” She said aloud though not quite believing it herself. But her reflection said it all. “I have his muscles… and I’m standing in his underwear… and…” Before Marcy could continue she was cut off by an extremely odd feeling. One she’d never felt before. The feeling of blood rushing to inflate a certain organ of which she was quite unfamiliar with. She could see clearly in the reflection and as she looked down at herself that a tent was forming in her underwear, creating quite the obscene bulge. Naturally she had no idea what to do. For the first time in her life she was experiencing what it was like to have a cock and she had no idea how to make it go down.
She reached down and poked it experimentally, the sensation of which sending shivers through her new masculine body. “Oh woah. That feels… weird.” Marcy muttered. Part of her was weirded out by the strange new appendage between her legs but at the same time she couldn’t help but be curious. After all, wasn't this Alex’s cock? The guy she’d been having dreams about for months. She’d been wondering what it would look like and well… now she could see for herself!
The former young woman took a deep breath before hooking her thumbs under the waistband and pulling down the underwear, allowing her new cock to spring forwards in all its glory. She had to stifle a gasp as she watched it bob excitedly. It was just as amazing as she’d imagined it to be. “Never imagined I’d be seeing it from this angle though.” She mumbled before reaching down and gently cupping her new musky balls for the first time. Feeling the strange heft that came with them along with an urge to protect them at all costs. Her hand then shifted back up towards her new shaft before gripping it, feeling the pleasure of a dick run through her body for the first time. “But I can’t say I don’t like it…” She added as she couldn’t help giving it a few tugs. “O-oh wow! That’s nice!” She only planned on giving it one or two tugs but it just felt so damn good she couldn’t help herself. “Oh god… is this why dudes are such horny freaks!? Mmmm…” She grunted.
Marcy found herself turning back towards the mirror and continuing to admire her reflection. The reflection of her crush now under her complete control. She had no idea how the hell it’d happened but in this moment, as she jerked Alex’s cock like a horny beast, she couldn’t deny how hot it was. Running his rugged hand up and down his shaft, feeling the pleasure slowly ramp up until eventually it started to reach some kind of peak. Marcy’s eyes rolled for second until “F-fuck! Am I… cumming?” She wondered aloud, not knowing exactly what a male orgasm felt like, but her question was soon answered by her new cock launching a wave of hot white cum all over the bathroom sink and mirror.
Throughout the strangely exhilarating experience, Marcy hadn’t noticed just how loud she was being with her grunting and groaning as mere moments later there was a knock on the bathroom door. “Alex? You okay in there?” Came the voice of her best friend Kayla.
“Oh uhmm… yeah I’m good. Just gimme a minute.” Marcy responded awkwardly. Though she couldn’t help noticing how Kayla had called Alex’s name. Did everyone think she’d always been Alex? It was a crazy thought but it wasn’t any crazier than her having woken up in the body of a guy.
She quickly got to work wiping up all the cum she’d sprayed across the bathroom, wiping down the surface’s with cleaning products just to make sure. When she was done she unlocked the door and stepped back out to find that Kayla must’ve gone back to her room. Marcy took this as a chance to sneak back into her bedroom for the time being to figure things out. She peered down the apartment's hallway, seeing that the coast was clear, before tip-toeing back to her room.
After closing her door, she turned and looked over her bedroom. It certainly didn’t feel like hers anymore. Sports stuff dotted around the room, boys clothes everywhere, and a certain musk in the air that she hadn’t clocked onto when she first woke up. A deep sweaty smell that her nose had frequently caught whiffs of from other college guys around the campus. Only now she was the culprit. Upon that realisation she lifted up one of her arms curiously before giving one of her armpits a sniff and what she was met with was a strong masculine stench that she never thought she’d smell on her own body. The kind of scent that really screamed that a guy was a jock who frequently found himself in the guy. Not an inaccurate description judging by her strong new physique. Despite that she looked around frantically for something to cover up the smell and luckily as she unzipped a gym bag beside her bed, she found a can of deodorant inside which she wasted no time spraying the contents onto her armpits.
Soon after Marcy found herself sitting on her bed, trying to evaluate her situation. She was surprisingly calm, everything considered but she’d always been a very logical and cool headed person. That said she started to go over what she knew. For a start she still lived in the same apartment with the same people but now those people think she’s Alex. She could only guess that meant everyone in her life probably thought she was and always had been Alex. And judging by her room she could assume that most of if not all of her personal possessions had been swapped out for Alex’s. Did this mean the real Alex had taken on his old form? If so, was he aware of it like she was? Something she’d need to investigate later. But one other thing she’d realised was that she seemed to retain her attraction to men. From what she knew Alex had been a straight guy and yet even with this body the thought of being with men still gave her butterflies.
“Fuck. This is gonna take some figuring out.” She sighed, looking down at her hands and body. Eyes lingering slightly on the bulge in her underwear. “Well… I’d always wondered what it was like being a guy…” She mumbled to herself, trying to make light of the insane situation she’d somehow found herself in.
Eventually Marcy found herself digging through the abundance of new clothes at her disposal until she found some stuff she was comfortable wearing. After which she looked in the mirror and smiled knowing she looked hot as fuck right now.
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It was then she realised that she had absolutely no idea what the hell she was supposed to be doing today! Would she still be attending her fashion design classes from before despite probably sticking out like a sore thumb. Just then however, as if prompted, some new memories surfaced of her attending fitness programmes and learning about all the different theories of exercise and more. That must’ve been what Alex did! And she supposed it was what she’d have to be learning from now on… well assuming more knowledge would come to her it couldn’t be that hard right?
She stepped out of her bedroom and conversed with her friends a little. It was strange as none of them seemed to notice whatsoever. As if they’d always been friends and roommates with Alex. It was strange to say the least but it certainly made things a hell of a lot simpler. She sat and had breakfast, subconsciously making herself a bigger and more calorie rich meal than usual to fuel her bigger body.
Soon enough she set off to college with her friends, splitting off to each of their different lessons upon arriving. Marcy instinctively made her way towards the sportier side of campus where all the jocks resided. Naturally she’d never really explored it before and yet she found herself navigating it perfectly.
Upon arriving at class, there were some other dudes that began talking to her which she quickly recognised as Alex’s buddies. She stumbled through the chit chat with them at first but it didn’t take long to get into talking about dude stuff that she’d never have been able to really understand before. But their chatting was cut short when their lesson started.
The lesson was all about fitness and muscle theory as well as dieting and the human body in general. Almost all of the more complex stuff would’ve gone right over her head before but now she was absorbing like a sponge. Like she was recalling stuff Alex had already learnt. It was odd to say the least she couldn’t say she didn’t like it. After all it seemed Alex was one of the best students in the class and most people, the teacher included, recognised that. It made her feel special and even a tad bit cocky considering she’d always felt mediocre in her fashion design course before.
By the end of the lesson Marcy left feeling more confident than ever with more of Alex’s memories rising to the surface. She puffed out her muscular chest with pride after saying bye to her new mates and began to ponder what she should do next. Usually she’d head home after college but something told her there was something else that needed to be done. Something else that her new body needed. That’s when it hit her. The gym. She had to workout if she wanted to keep Alex’s muscular and powerful body.
Upon arriving at the gym Alex usually went to however, Marcy couldn’t help but feel nervous. She’d hardly ever lifted weights before and she didn’t have the slightest clue as to how half of the machines even worked. That said she decided to start with something simple and hope the memories would just come to her over time.
She’d decided on working legs today so she began with some simple body weight squats to get herself warmed up. As she did she couldn’t help but notice how much easier it was. Where before she would’ve been feeling a burn at about 10 squats, now she could go at least to 20 before feeling it. It didn’t take long for her to not only get warmed up but already feel a bit of a sweat coming on. At which point she decided to peer around the room for her next exercise.
Just as Marcy had hoped it was all starting to come to her now. A routine for bulking up her legs was beginning to form in her mind. Piecing itself together gradually. Next on the list was split squats but something told her she wasn’t going to enjoy them. Yet she found herself a bench and a couple weights before setting up. She got into position, grabbing the weights and placing one foot in front of her while resting one on the bench behind. With that she began her first few reps and lord was her assumption right. Every decent she made felt almost hellish as both her legs and glutes were worked intensely. And after completing 10 she had to switch to the other leg! It felt like torture but at the same time every set felt so gratifying to complete. Safe to say the by the end she already wanted to collapse while sweating buckets. But she still had plenty more to go.
Thankfully a newfound drive to workout and build muscle allowed her to forge on through the rest of her workout. New memories entered her mind one by one allowing her to remember different exercises, each of which she tried. She made sure to get plenty of glutes exercises in there as well as she’d always loved guys that had big muscular butts. So much so that she could help but keep checking out her own one in the mirror constantly, loving how it strained against her tight gym attire.
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Marcy continued to jump from exercise to exercise until her manly legs couldn’t take anymore punishment. She soon found her more or less hobbling out of the gym but she couldn’t help feeling great regardless. Through this experience she had gotten her first taste of how it felt to be so powerful with the kind of strength jocks like Alex had. It was amazing!
One thing she couldn’t ignore however was her stench. After such and intense sweaty leg workout, it was only natural that her new body had gotten a little musky again. She supposed that was one of the downsides to being a dude. Though she had to admit, she wasn’t as repulsed by the smell as she had been this morning. Perhaps it was just her adjusting to it now but honestly it didn’t smell that bad. Regardless she knew other people would have a different opinion so she planned on jumping in the shower as soon as possible.
The very second Marcy walked in the door to her shared apartment, she had a one track mind heading towards the bathroom. Only stopping to quickly say hi to her roommates before locking herself in there and getting undressed.
She tossed her sweaty gym clothes into a pile on the floor before stretching in front of the mirror, her naked male body on full display. It was strange. There were so many subtle differences between this body and the female one she’d had for her whole life before this. The curvature of her waist was less accentuated yet her upper body was much broader. Her hands and feet were much bigger which honestly she was still trying to adjust to a little. She’d been struggling to write on paper during college earlier today due to her meaty digits and she’d be embarrassed to admit how many times she’s caught her foot on things today. Another thing that she couldn’t help notice was the shape of butt. Of course she’d already had plenty of time to admire it while at the gym but she couldn’t help inspecting it again now. Instead of the softer heart shape it had once adorned, her butt seemed much more sculpted. It was a little smaller but also perkier at the same time thanks to all the exercise it gets.
“Yo Alex! Are you getting a shower or what? You said you weren’t gonna be long!” Shouted her other roommate Jacob.
“Yeah sorry! Now getting in!” Marcy responded, quickly turning on the shower to prove as much.
As the steaming hot water flowed over her body, Marcy noticed that all of the shower products she’d bought before had vanished only to be replaced with men’s shampoo and men’s body wash instead. She shrugged, grabbing the shampoo and rubbing it into her now short hair. And as she washed it out minutes later, she knew it was time for the body wash. The new man squirted a generous amount of body wash into her hand before starting to lather herself up with it. Running the soapy liquid over her thick pecs and down her abdomen, smothering it across her thick bulging arms and massive shoulders. There was no way she could deny how amazing it felt to simply touch her new body. She’d always wanted to feel Alex’s muscles and now she could! Her hands continued to wander further south, lathering up her admittedly very hard cock before getting some more body wash to rub across her muscular ass cheeks. Something that should’ve been so simple and routine as getting a shower just felt so erotic now. Even running her hands down her thick powerful legs felt incredible.
Even after she’d rinsed all the soap off, she continued to run her hands all over her new body. Worshiping and groping it until she once again found herself gripping her new cock. When she’d awoken this morning, as enthralled as she was to be in the body of her crush, part of her had still hoped she’d find a way back to normal. But now, after really knowing how great it feels to be a strong muscular dude with a cock between her legs, she decided she’d much rather stay like this! Even if it meant having to constantly put up with the musky scent of being a dude from now on. This was just too good to give up!
Marcy continued guiding her hand up and down her shaft, this time making an effort to stifle her groans so her roommates wouldn’t hear. Loving how her new manhood pulsed eagerly in her hand. Just like before she could feel that slow rising pleasure start to build as her balls began to churn, getting ready for what was about to come. Her movements grew faster and more erratic, having to place her free hand against the wall as her other went to town. Jerking her cock furiously until finally she shot Alex’s seed all over the shower walls…
She stepped out of the shower a few minutes later after having cleaned up her mess. Wrapping a towel around her waist before scooping up her clothes and heading back into her bedroom. As she finished getting dried, Marcy made her way over towards her bedroom window. The very same window at which she made her wish to understand Alex better. Now she could say for certain that she did. She dropped the towel to the floor, standing fully nude before the window once again, before making another wish. This time her only wish was that things could stay this way forever. That she could keep this muscular male body forever! To continue experiencing the life of a man. To explore the gay dating scene with other dudes. She wanted all of it! And luckily for Marcy, whatever had granted her wish the first time was more than happy to grant this one as well…
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tf-lover · 1 year
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Caption Series - Empty Bets
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"You kidding? Nah faggot I ain't giving you this back. This body was meant to fuck pussy and pass on its godlike genes, not be wasted on a fairy like you." Marcus sneered as he flexed.
Brad had a worried look in his eyes as he looked up at his own body. "Please Marcus, you can't just steal my body like that! It's not right! I put 10 years of work into looking like that, not you!"
Marcus strode up to Brad and grabbed the front of the now smaller man's clothes. He lifted him off the ground with ease, almost a foot off the floor because of their height difference. "Listen here. I'm Brad Manning now, not you. You were wasting this on being a faggot, so I'm putting shit right." He spat out. "Can't believe I was friends with a closet homo this whole goddamn time, makes me sick."
"But..." Brad could barely get a word out as he was forced to dangle off the floor. "What about us? I'm your best friend Marcus, are you really going to throw that all away over this?? I've told you so many times I'll help you workout and you always said no!"
Marcus rolled his eyes. "Well I guess you ruined that by being a fag didn't you?" There was a little flicker of sadness in his eyes, but that was soon replaced by anger. "I'm gonna miss you man, but I can't be seen around a cocksucker. Unless that cocksucker has a pair of tits!" Marcus laughed.
"Would you at least put me fucking down then asshole?" Brad scowled, too angry at Marcus to mourn the loss of their friendship.
Marcus' eyes flicked down to the front of Brad's shirt as the cogs in his mind started to turn. He still had a little lingering magic from what he used to switch them, just enough for what he was thinking of doing. "Now I'm on the outside, my old body really was a piece of crap. It would be much better with a couple of additions.."
Without any warning, Brad let out an involuntary moan as he felt his chest begin to swell outwards. Softer and larger as his nipples tingled and grew, whilst at the same time he felt his cock start to pull inwards. He wasn't an idiot, he knew what was happening to him. The long hair that flicked down in the edges of his vision all but confirmed it; Marcus was turning his old body female.
"Now, if you looked like this on the other hand... Then I could see us definitely staying friends." Marcus pulled the newly female Brad closer. "Way more than friends, if you catch my drift..."
Brad gulped. There were so many alien sensations going on in his body at the moment he barely knew how to process any of them. Least of all the sensitive tits that had his new pussy wet with every shift of his now too small t-shirt against his nipples.
"My old body you're in looks far better female, and I bet a fag like you has always wanted to know what riding your own cock would be like..." Marcus whispered. "What'd you say? Get your old friend back, and a hot boyfriend? All you gotta do is give in baby..."
"Fuck... This is such a bad idea...." Brad said as he glanced down at Marcus' bulge. The bugle that five minutes ago had been his. The bulge that he was heavily considering letting Marcus fuck the new hole between his legs with.
"That ain't a no..."
Brad's fragile willpower snapped. He reached down and started to rub his clit whilst the other hand squeezed his new sensitive chest. "Fuck me Brad, before I change my mind. If you don't make me believe we're better like this we're switching back, okay?"
Marcus, now officially Brad, grinned. "Deal baby. But you know how good this body can fuck, especially now it's straight like it was always supposed to be!"
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wishmaster · 27 days
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Fear the Hopper
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I had to take a walk from the Manor it was crazy in there, I walked around the block thankfully in this body no one recognized me So I could stroll in peace. Or so i thought suddenly I heard this female voice shriek as I passed the pond. Hello Gorgeous you're just what I'm looking for but before I could turn to respond, I suddenly found myself staring at my own ass. But how? Just as I thought that I found myself slipping into the pond slamming my head hard on the ground as I went in. I never figured out my body had already taken off.
I blacked out, when I came to I didn't know anything, who I was, where I was or why I was staring at a very beautiful woman.
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I grabbed my head, so did the girl I was staring at, which meant I was her.
Miss are you ok, you suffered quite a knock on the head, we stitched you up but weren't able to call anyone because you had no ID on you. I don't remember...anything I said with a blank stare on my face. Amnesia, not uncommon after a fall like yours. We'll run your prints, see if you're in the system. I lay back in bed as I waited to see if they found anyone who could help me.
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A gorgeous young man rushed by my side, Jesse they called told me you were in an accident. He rushed over to hold me, he said he was my fiancée Joey. They told him I had no memories and suggested he take me home, being in familiar surroundings may help. He wrapped his arms around me and we left,
No one was aware that I the Wishmaster had just had his powerful body stolen by a body hopper and I was now stuck in a young woman's body for the foreseeable future with no memories or powers. the world could only hope the hopper that took my body didn't figure out my abilities...
To be Continued....
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bodyswapper · 6 months
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"Sarah, what are you doing?" I asked and laughed.
"Its Jesse now" she said, trying to be all cute, flamboyant, and flirty in her boyfriends masculine and large body. Ever since she found out her family has powers to switch bodies with anyone of their choice she's been doing it to all our friend and family, which was been really tripping me out. One time, she was my step-dad the entire family vacation and none of us knew!
"Ohhhh Okay, Jesse" I said fueling her. She began to take off her boyfriends baggy clothes, revealing his meaty and sexy body. She knows that I find him attractive but obviously I can't do anything about it, he's straight and dating my best friend! I watched as she finished stripping, and began to rub her boyfriends cock, it came naturally to her as she continued the bit, She plopped onto the bed on all fours.
"Give it to me" she said "Sarah doesn't have to know" she continued using his voice. It was so erotic to see Jesse like this even if it was Sarah inside. My lust took over and I began getting hard too and decided to take advantage of the situation. What's the point of her having powers if I can't benefit from it either?
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derfpossessions · 2 months
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Rented You Out - Part 5
(The following text contains a lot of mature and adult content, and a jaw-dropping plot twist! Hope you enjoy this one!)
Previously…
Denholm and Markus were on their way to their client when they discovered a bodysuit of a man who disappeared a year ago. They decided to keep the suit and see what happened to the man and how he ended up being a lifeless suit in a box from a strange janitor.
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“So, what are we gonna do with him?” Markus said.
“I think I should wear him.” Denholm said.
“What?? But.. that wouldn’t make sense.. A suit cannot wear another one! You might risk yourself getting hurt!”
“But I’m not fully a suit! I want to live this man’s life to give it proper closure!” Denholm argued and grabbed the suit’s legs.
“Well.. here goes nothing.” He starts putting on the suit by opening the back zipper. There, the deflated biceps of the guy became chiseled, the veins in his arms bulged out, and the legs became more bolder. As he puts on the mask, his chest started puffing out, and the perfect jawline appeared out of the face.
Sweating, he pants and turns around to Markus, and Markus was in awe.
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“Did it.. did it worked?” Denholm said in a new sexy Vietnamese accent.
“Damn your voice… it’s so baritone and suave!!” Markus’ sex drive was driving him insane.
“Well he is ripped. I’m sure he spent a lot of time building this perfect bod.” Denholm said as he looked at himself in the mirror. His now black hair, brown eyes, piercings and earrings, and tattoos gleamed out.
“Ok then, you do what you gonna do to that body, I’ll just take over your student council duties for today.” Markus said as he left.
“What’s this?” Denholm noticed Markus dropped a bag with panties in it.
“But I thought he was gay…” He added while looking confused.
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Denholm scourged through the guy’s memories to see what his past life had looked like. His name was Vince Long, a Vietnamese-American who was born from a wealthy family, and an alumni from the same high school as him. Vince was a top-tier student with straight-As, and to top it off, he had a hot girlfriend. They were the perfect couple, and the happiest one, until Vince suddenly disappeared.
One night after their 2nd year anniversary, Vince and his girlfriend Aurora left the restaurant at night to head home, when suddenly a white van appeared from the dark and took Vince and Aurora in. To her surprise, Aurora was spared by the men and left alone, she was left scarred and in pain to this day.
As for what happened with Vince next, Denholm couldn’t dig into any more memories, as the load must have stopped once he was turned into a full bodysuit.
“Could Aurora been also spared and left as a half-bodysuit like me?”, Denholm questioned as he looked through the pictures in Vince’s home.
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It’s been a year since Vince’s disappearance , and his flat has been maintained by his family’s staff in honor of him. Denholm puts down his bag on Vince’s bed and looks in the mirror.
“You know what… maybe I should have a little bit of fun first”, Denholm says as he takes off his shirt and starts squeezing Vince’s hardening cock.
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“Oohh… haven’t tried this in a while to be honest..” Denholm whispers as Vince’s sexy deep tones come out of his mouth.
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“Ahh yes.. I’m Vince the engineer.. come here baby.. the fuckboy’s gonna unleash all his cum to you..” Denholm was shocked that even the way he speaks resembled very closely to Vince’s. The months long abandoned bedroom of Vince has been blessed not by holy water, but with his fresh loaded cum that hasn’t been released since 2022. Denholm lies down in bed in satisfaction as he tastes Vince’s long-expired cum.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. Denholm got dressed and answered it, and to his surprise, it was Vince’s parents, Mr and Mrs Long waiting for him. They held tight his son while they burst into tears.
“We’ve looked for you everywhere! We miss you so much!” Mrs Long said as she hugged her son.
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The parents took him back to their family mansion where they had a Thanksgiving Prayer with a reading on the Prodigal Son, to celebrate’s Vince’s homecoming.
Then, Denholm filed an official statement regarding Vince’s kidnapping to help solve the people responsible for the his kidnapping and the others as well. A joint investigation took place while Denholm gave the police more details about a “bodysuit factory”.
After the party was over, Denholm went home to Vince’s place, where he saw Aurora.
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“Babe… babe is that you?!?” Aurora started tearing up and ran up to him.
“I missed you so much…” ‘Vince’ said in shock while he hugged his girlfriend.
The two shared a romantic kiss and embraced each other with the reunion. For Denholm it felt like he gave Vince the closure he needed, but he cannot live as Vince forever.
Aurora made the next move. She dragged Vince up the stairs and the two started undressing.
Excited, Aurora undresses herself and undresses Vince’s long sleeve, and his tank top.
He revealed his white Calvin Klein boxers while his cock barks back at her as he starts to get very horny.
“This is… wrong.” Denholm whispered as he started grabbing the sheets. “Babe.. what do you mean? I missed you so much!!” Aurora was biting her lips.
“Your breath… your armpit hairs… your leg hairs… your Amazon rainforest in your cock… every single inch of you I am craving right now.” Aurora was starting up the engine.
“Oh I miss doing this.” Aurora said while she touches Vince’s abs. “Babe.. maybe we should slow down.” Vince tried resisting. “Oh fuck this. give me that!” Aurora ripped his boxers wide and revealed the arching cock that she’s been craving for.
Aurora then starts teasing his manhood until it did a standing ovation. They then started kissing mouth to mouth and rolled on the bed, knocking over the bed sheets.
Vince’s mouth started watering as he grabbed Aurora’s breasts to drink her milkshake. He gave her clitties a blessful kiss, and he started inserting it in. The hole kept declining though, like a debit card refusing to be read by an ATM.
She then licked his ass, with the expired butt hairs electrifying out like that one Nair video.
“Why not repair my ass? Civil engineering? Fuck that.. engineer this pussy.” She started cracking up.
“What the fuck is this woman on?” Vince started to get so scared. She then resisted him pulling away and she bited his pecs. He screamed faintly like a little girl but felt delighted and rubbed her back again.
“You know what…? Let me fold you like a fucking pretzel.” Vince grinned. She screamed out loud as he bent her back and put the funnel into the bottle opening. She screamed and screamed and screamed. They were both suffocating in each other’s saliva, cum and seemingly piss. They were banging the walls and even squeezed themselves in the closet. She was freaking out as he chased him down the halls, both naked.
They Netflix and chilled, he pulled her many times to kiss her, and she rubbed his pubic hairs like petting their Shih Tzu Tracy. It was a very immaculate and blessed moment.
They did various poses! Doggy, cowboy, missionary, and our favorite, 69. They did it and did it until they got sweaty and started panting.
Aurora slurps out Vince’s loaded manhood like she’s slurping out a big bowl of ramen. She giggles as his load explodes out of her face, and she kneels down as he starts inserting his rubbery dick into her rubbery pussy. (Hold on… rubbery pussy..?, We’ll get there later on.)
Vince was making sure the zipper at the back of his neck wasn’t opening out as he exerts extra pressure against Aurora in bed. They both giggle as Aurora licks Vince’s smooth sweaty abs and she starts biting them. Vince screamed out but it didn’t hurt as much as he expected, it felt like he got bit by a dog while wearing a silicone rubber pants.
“Let’s do it again.” Aurora said while running out of breath. They initiated their sacred rituals again and again throughout the whole night. Fuck me ‘til up daylight indeed.
As Vince and Aurora finally covered themselves under the sheets, they both rest and as they cuddle each other, not knowing something behind there was opening up. Let me turn it into a saying, Don’t leave the fridge open at night.
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Both drenched in sweat, Vince goes to the bathroom to get toilet paper to clean up the exploded fluids in his room. But something was wrong. The zipper opened a little bit, and was stuck.
Aurora then discovered this and just stood there as if she knew this whole time that he was a bodysuit.
“Babe.. it’s not what it looks like.. I promise.” Vince was in shock and started shaking.
“I- um.. I no… no..” Aurora was also nervous. she turned around to look away, but then it was another jaw-dropping moment: her zipper was also opened, she thought it wouldn’t get exposed but the bra she had just put on wasn’t enough to conceal it.
“What…?? WHAT?!?” Vince tried grabbing Aurora’s arm but she ran as fast as she could and fled the scene.
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Denholm chased her down to the garage, but the bodysuit was starting to melt as the zipper had been exposed. He tried unzipping himself a few more tries, and managed to get out of Vince’s body.
Denholm now ran to the garage door but Aurora had locked it. Denholm tried breaking in, using everything he had on the house to reach the inside.
Denholm figured out that he could simply open the front garage doors and catch her in the act, so he pushed the button and the front garage lifted upward and he rushed inside, but it wasn’t what he was expecting, never at all expected what it was.
He took a step closer but to his surprise, Markus was there, seemingly apprehending the now-empty Aurora suit.
“Markus what the fuck are you doing here?!??” Denholm freaked out.
“I.. I don’t know! I just found this body snatcher somewhere and I followed her to this home! I didn’t know this was your bodysuit’s home!” Markus said.
“Dang it. FUCKKKKK!!!!!” Denholm let out a very loud scream as he started kicking the nearby objects. He was angry. He was FURIOUS.
“I think this suit is also like you, Denholm. I think she was also spared because she’s not hollow right now, she has a pulse.” Markus said.
“Well we better drive her home safely then. I’ll also take home Vince and keep it in our property.” Denholm said as he started the car to head home.
As he headed out, a nervous grin and a blush came out of Markus.
“I wonder if he’ll ever know…”
(17 Hours earlier…)
Aurora: “Yes, yes that would be 45.99 for the jeans.”
Customer: “Ok, I’m paying by credit. I really love your local boutique!”
Aurora: “Thank for you shopping here! This boutique means a lot to me as me and my late boyfriend invested a lot on it!”
Markus then walks in while wearing a face mask and sunglasses.
Aurora: Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique— AHHHHHH!!!
Aurora let out a loud scream and passed out.
Markus: Welcome.. and goodbye bitch.
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Markus laughed maniacally as he lifted Aurora and unzipped her back, which transformed her into a bodysuit.
He then started sliding his legs into her more smaller ones, causing a huge stretch on the suit. Her body also expanded wide as Markus’ masculine torso squished in to fill in the void. Soon once Markus put on the mask, the suit realigned and formed itself: The legs started to shrink into a more feminine physique, and the waist significantly decreased and compressed Markus’ body. It was uncomfortable for him but it was all worth it. His new breasts also grew out to his desire. Markus looks into the store’s mirror.
“Hi welcome to Beautiful Botanica Boutique!” He said in a new feminine high-pitched voice.
“Hey Vince.. hey baby… hey… Denholm.”
She said while she seductively stares into her reflection, and giggled. She packed up her stuff and left to go to Vince’s place.
— TO BE CONTINUED —
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soul-controller · 4 months
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Home Improvement
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As Timothy made his way into his bathroom to take a shower, there was an obvious sense of annoyance spread across his face in the form of a deep frown. Although he had just graduated early from college and returned home six months prior, his nosy and rather controlling parents were eager for him to either move back out or get a high-paying job so they could charge him for rent and utilities. Due to his parents’ persistence, the man wasn’t allowed the opportunity of having a break and just relaxing for a few months after four years of intense engineering courses. Instead, he was forced to immediately begin looking for a job.
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This job search began just a week after Timothy had finally packed up his belongings and moved back home to his rural Midwestern town. During one of the days where he was forced to help run some errands with his father, Timothy found himself in a local hardware and general shop that had a help wanted sign taped to the front window. Of course, as soon as Timothy’s father got his desired items and reached the cash register, he couldn’t resist inquiring about the help wanted sign. As the bulky corn-fed cashier gruffly told them about their need for a new cashier, Timothy immediately tensed up as he knew what was going to happen next. Just as he had expected, his father immediately pushed the meek blonde-haired man closer to the counter while talking about how his son was in need of a job after graduating.
Upon hearing this, the cashier called up a manager to talk with Timothy as he finished ringing up the items that his father was purchasing. Before he knew it, Timothy had been taken to a backroom, finished an interview with the manager, secured the position, and even been given a start date that was in just 3 days.
As he walked out to his dad’s car to share the news, Timothy tried to mentally prepare himself for the impending disagreement with his highly argumentative father. Given the fact that he had no “manly” pastimes like manual labor, he would literally be a fish out of water if he was forced to work at the hardware store. But no matter how hard he tried to explain this fact, Timothy found his father unwilling to budge on the prospect of a new job. In fact, his father even gave him an ultimatum - take the job and work there or move out and live elsewhere. Knowing that his closest living relatives were his redneck grandparents that lived down in Kentucky, this left the openly gay man with little to no options. In fact, as Timothy slowly nodded his head and agreed to take the job, his father stated the same thing to him while taking the opportunity to make a few jabs at his son’s sexuality.
“No offense kid, but it would be nice for you to become a bit more manly from this job. I mean, it’s no wonder you can’t ever find yourself a boyfriend when you’d rather play video games and mess around with Legos,” his father said with a hearty chuckle, finally putting the car into drive and allowing Timothy to escape his brand new personal hell (at least for those next 3 days).
However, by June, Timothy hadn’t learned to become more of a man’s man from working at the hardware store. Inversely, it had only reaffirmed his raging homosexuality as he found himself constantly thirsting over the hunky clientele that ranged from hot burly dads to hunky construction workers that stopped in to replenish their materials on occasion. As he stood at the register and watched as the men lifted their heavy items up from their carts and onto the counter, Timothy was constantly enamored by how their biceps and pectorals bulged against their too-tight shirts along with the slight reveal of their hairy stomachs as they lifted the items up high enough to reach the counter.
Due to the constant flexing sessions that he was always witnessing, the pale man was constantly thankful for the counter that helped conceal his near-constant boners. Given the fact that he was in an extremely conservative town in the Midwest, it seemed likely that this would be the closest he’d get to any real and personal intimacy with a man (at least without the high risk of being hate-crimed) until he saved up enough money to move out and jump into the next phase of schooling for his electrical engineering career.
Although it wasn’t surprising that being back in this rural town was impactful to the man’s confidence in terms of his sexuality, Timothy was quite certainly shocked by how detrimental returning home was to his mental health. In fact, it had gotten to the point where he was so depressed that he found himself wishing at night that he could no longer have to fear showing love and affection towards men.
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Watching as steam finally began to rise up above the shower curtain, Timothy finally stopped himself from traveling down memory lane. He only had 45 minutes to finish getting ready and eat some food before his shift started, so he definitely needed to get in and out of the shower as quickly as possible. As such, the man quickly pulled off his shirt, shorts, and underwear until he was completely nude. Taking a moment though, he opted to take one look at himself in the bathroom mirror and observe his features.
Much like every other day though, as soon as his eyes stared into his reflection, he was quite unimpressed by what he saw. Not only was his body lacking in any form of muscle definition, but his pale complexion made him look even more frail and weak. Despite having a gorgeous set of light blue eyes, they were not appealing enough to compensate for the man’s patchy facial hair, bulbous nose, and crooked teeth. Continuing down his body, he immediately cringed as he stared at his definition-less chest and saw the thick patch of brown chest hair that stuck out like a sore thumb on his body. Although it was incredibly unattractive, Timothy couldn’t bring himself to shave it off as he believed that he would look practically invisible without that hair to bring in a much needed pop of color.
Even though he was disappointed with the vast majority of his body though, there was one part that he wasn’t ashamed of - his cock. Looking down, he stared at his 5” flaccid cock and couldn’t resist allowing a slight smile to form on his face. While this was certainly an impressive feat for the blonde twink to have, it was even more hot to him when thinking about how long and girthy it got once he was hard. This was yet another reason why he was thankful for the cubby hole that was underneath the counter at work, as it was able to easily conceal the 9” cock that would proudly jut out of his pants no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.
Although this was certainly an impressive thing in Timothy’s eyes and something that he was actually happy about, the concept of having a long cock was quite the double-edged sword. Given the impressive size, he was quite a hit on Grindr while he was in college, but by the time Timothy would send the desired selfie to the person interested in hooking up, the conversation would immediately die and he’d end up spending yet another night alone. As he took a moment to observe it for one more moment, he silently wished for the opportunity to finally lose his virginity before entering the shower and preparing for the inevitably boring shift he was going to have.
After finally finishing up, putting his uniform on, and getting a quick bite to eat, Timothy finally made his way out of the house and drove to his workplace. Luckily enough, he had a few minutes to spare and thus opted to try and hype himself up by blasting some loud pop music in his car to try and keep his energy up. The store was a black hole of Timothy’s positivity, especially due to the gross fluorescent lighting and the near constant country music that played through the store’s speaker system. But as he checked his watch and saw that he only had two minutes to spare, the man finally turned off his car and made the agonizing yet short trek into his personal hell for the next 6 hours.
For the next two hours, Timothy’s pop song pick-me-up did little to save him from becoming miserable almost immediately. The clientele for the majority of the shift so far had been older elderly couples that had purchased a few items and then loved to complain to Timothy about “his lazy generation”, so it was safe to say that he was understandably ready to go home already. But luckily, Timothy was able to get some much needed eye candy shortly after passing the two hour mark as a shaggy haired blonde jock came into the store. Immediately upon hearing the man’s dopey and dim-witted voice ask for directions towards the clothing section, the cashier’s cock rose to attention as Timothy smiled and pointed him in the proper direction.
Upon hearing the jock thank him and refer to him as “bro”, it wasn’t a surprise that Timothy’s cock almost immediately began to dribble out pre-cum for the next 20 minutes while he continued to observe him in between customers. This also wasn’t helped by the fact that the jock decided that he wasn’t interested in using the store’s dressing room and instead peeled off his shirt to show off his ripped torso while trying out a series of tank tops. Although he could have watched the man change for hours, the sudden clearing of a throat near him caused Timothy to finally turn back towards the checkout lane.
Immediately, he found himself staring face-to-face with a striking woman. Although he had no interest in her due to the fact that she wasn’t a man, Timothy could easily notice how gorgeous the woman was due to her long and wavy brunette hair, impressive makeup that allowed her eyes to look incredibly doe-eyed, and a curvy figure that was struggling to stay within the confines of a tight flower-patterned sundress.
“Oh hello there,” Timothy said, attempting to hide his blushing towards the stripping jock with a wide smile. Looking down, he watched as the woman placed her basket of items onto the countertop and flashed back a bright white smile towards the cashier.
“Hi there. I was wondering if you’d be able to help me make sure I’m getting the right stuff,” she said, her voice in an incredibly cheerful tone that immediately caused Timothy to not feel so dour.
“Uh, I’m not really the best person to ask about this stuff, but I can try my best to help you out I guess,” Timothy said, that wide smile shrinking into a smaller one as he leaned down towards the basket and pulled the items out. In doing so, he found himself staring at a bucket of screws, a few common tools, and a large handheld drill.
“Oh that’s ok, my husband sent me a list of things to get. I just want someone to make sure I’m not misreading anything,” the woman responded, pulling her phone out of her purse and beginning to unlock it.
In hopes of trying to make some small talk and allow the time to pass a bit faster, Timothy found himself trying to engage in more conversation as she scrolled through her text messages. “So, what are you doing with all of this stuff,” he inquired, looking up from the counter and towards the woman.
“Well, my husband’s been wanting to create a back patio and deck for our house for a few years now. So now that he’s got a huge increase in customers at his business, he finally decided that he was going to make it over the summer. His goal is to finish it by the 4th of July, but I honestly don’t know if he’ll finish it in time,” she said, finishing her sentence with a light chuckle that only made her seem more bubbly in Timothy’s eyes.
“Ah nice, that’s cool. My parents have a back patio at their house and it’s really nice,” he responded, his tone growing increasingly chipper with each exchange they had between each other. “You said your husband got a huge increase in customers at his business right? If you don’t mind me asking, what does he do,” he further inquired, his still-horny mind from the shirtless jock dude making him eager to paint a mental portrait of this mysterious handyman husband.
“Oh no, it’s totally fine. He’s a personal trainer, he runs a business out of the local gym here and also through Instagram and stuff. I guess you could say he’s a bit of an influencer, but not really since he’s terrible with technology,” she continued, flashing a wide smile that once again made Timothy’s workplace not feel so drab and boring for the moment.
Upon hearing the concept of her husband being a personal trainer, Timothy was back to being rock hard from underneath the counter. Letting his mind run wild, he envisioned the most attractive and muscular man possible, thinking about how great it must be to be with someone like that. In many ways, Timothy was jealous of the woman, but he was also happy for her due to her seeming like a nice down-to-earth lady.
“Ah here it is,” the woman cheerfully said, breaking the horny gay man out of his inner thirsting as she handed the phone over to Timothy to show him the text. Taking his time, the man slowly checked and verified that each item that the woman had grabbed was correct. But as he did so, he also took the opportunity to scan through the messages that he had sent both prior and after the list text. From doing this, he was able to find out the hunky man’s name: Liam.
Just as Timothy was able to finally gather that information about the man’s name, the woman’s phone suddenly buzzed as a text message came through. At that instant, the phone automatically pulled Timothy down to the most recent message, which was a brand new text from Liam that he couldn’t resist reading.
Liam: Hey babe, just got done at the gym. Gonna wash up and head home. I’ve been thinking about you during my entire pump… 🍆
Right after he finished reading that message, the phone once again vibrated as a brand new image suddenly appeared and allowed Timothy to see what the woman’s husband looked like.
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Given the reveal, Timothy felt his dick throb from underneath the counter as his dirty mind envisioned the hunky tattooed man fucking the giddy and cheerful woman in an extremely dominant fashion. Apparently, this vision was able to elicit a shift in Timothy's expression as the woman curiously asked what was wrong.
Breaking himself out of that horny mindset, the man was understandably flustered about how to respond. “I- um, your uh, husband sent you a message,” Timothy stammered out, handing the phone back to the woman and allowing her to gasp and blush before closing the phone and tucking it back into her purse. “But uh, those are all of the correct items he asked for. So yeah, we can go ahead and get you checked out,” he continued, attempting to change the subject while trying to get his cheeks to no longer look flush.
Upon finishing ringing up the items, Timothy quickly announced the total and proceeded to the payment phase as the woman, equally bashful, inserted her card and entered her PIN code. While this was going on, the pale gay man’s mind was going wild with continued visions of Liam completely nude. But instead of envisioning him with the brunette woman, Timothy had instead inserted himself into the visions, allowing the hunk to easily seduce and fuck his tiny ass while making Timothy worship his muscles.
As the payment went through and the receipt finally began to print, there was one lingering thought that was running through the cashier’s head. I would literally do anything to have a life with a guy like that. They seem so genuinely happy and in love with each other, why can’t I ever have something like that for myself? But as he saw another customer finally begin to join the line, Timothy forced himself to push aside that thought. Quickly grabbing onto the receipt, the man extended it outwards for the woman to grab as he told her to have a great day. But as soon as she gripped onto the receipt, Timothy’s vision went completely dark and he seemed to be enveloped into nothingness.
Out of nowhere though, an all-too familiar voice suddenly was picked up on and made Timothy feel confused. “Excuse me ma’am, you dropped your receipt,” he heard, which caused himself to finally return to consciousness and open his eyes. Upon doing so, the man audibly gasped as he found himself standing at the other side of the counter and staring at his own body.
“Wha, what’s going on?” he said, his voice wavering as he began to hyperventilate in complete shock. Why does my voice feel weird and sound incredibly soft? As he felt a slight weight tugging against his left elbow, Timothy darted his eyes downward, which caused him to suddenly see a light pink purse hanging from it. Beginning to piece things together, the man quickly looked around further, taking note of the thin and flowy sundress he was now wearing, the perky and sizable breasts that were threatening to spill out of that aforementioned sundress, and the long wavy hair that kept falling into his face every time he leaned downwards. He had somehow swapped bodies with the female customer!
Although he was understandably confused by what was going on, that confusion was further elevated as he found that the woman who had swapped bodies with him seemed unaware of anything that had happened to him. In fact, Timothy’s usual pessimistic and dour mood was on full display as if she was the real version!
“Uh nothing is going on lady. You bought your items and then dropped your receipt before spazzing out for no reason. I’ve got a bit of a line forming, so I’m gonna have to ask you to move aside so I can start helping others,” the woman-turned-cashier coldly said, immediately telling the next customer to move forward so “he” could begin scanning them.
In complete shock, Timothy gripped onto the three bags that the woman had purchased and sort of slowly moved away from the register. Throughout the few strides he made towards an empty section near the front of the store, Timothy found himself immediately stumbling due his new footwear: a pair of white platform wedge sandals. While it seemed as though the woman had naturally adapted to believing like she was a man and acting like the real Timothy, the brand new married woman hadn’t been afforded the same luxury.
Due to this, Timothy found himself curious and somewhat eager to get more acquainted with his new form and thus decided to head towards the bathrooms inside the store. Although he almost nearly ran into the men’s restroom, he was able to successfully stop himself before trouble ensued and head towards the women’s restroom. Upon making sure that no one else was in the restroom, he locked the door behind him and set down the bags of items against one of the walls. Upon doing so, the man gingerly made his way towards the mirror and watched in awe as the woman’s curvy figure and gorgeous face were reflected back at him. No matter how hard he tried to pinch himself (and his new dainty and hairless arms) in hopes of discovering this to be some strange dream, the desired result didn’t occur for the incredibly confused man.
So for several minutes, Timothy playfully tested out his new body in a multitude of ways. He expressed countless emotions to see how they manifested onto the cute face of a woman and took note of how annoying long hair could be despite enjoying running his fingers through the wavy brunette locks. Due to his more curvy figure as well, he couldn’t resist running his hands up his dress and squeezing his large breasts and pillowy ass cheeks to adapt to his new hourglass figure. Upon doing this, the man grew curious further and decided to experiment by breaking into a jog in place to feel the sensations he would now be forced to get used to. Although it was certainly not great to feel such strange areas of heft in comparison to his skinny and frail body, Timothy believed that he could most certainly get used to it in time as he spent more and more time as a member of the opposite sex. 
Before he could dive further into exploring his new form though, a sudden vibration emerged in Timothy’s new purse. Unzipping it, he pulled the purse lips open and reached in with his well-manicured pink nails. As they finally grazed against the woman’s cell phone, he gripped onto it and pulled it out. Clicking on the power button, he watched as the home screen informed him of a brand new text from Liam. Although he had no idea what the woman’s passcode was, FaceID came to the rescue as he was granted access to his new phone and quickly opened up the new text message.
Liam: Hey babe, is everything ok? You read the message but never responded.
Although he knew that he was talking about his wife, Timothy’s heart couldn’t resist fluttering upon realizing that Liam was now talking about him. As such, he was quick to fire off a message to try and explain the delay
Timothy: Yeah, sorry about that. I was dealing with some issues at the hardware store.
Liam: Oh ok, do I need to come down there?
Upon envisioning the concept of the hunky personal trainer coming to his rescue, Timothy would have surely been rocking a thick and throbbing boner. But now that he was a woman, this sensation was now a deep tingling from the inner depths of his crotch. Giddy at the attention from his new husband, instant flirtation immediately came to his mind that quickly translated into text.
Timothy: No, but I certainly wouldn’t be mad at seeing you sooner rather than later.. 👀
Although he wasn’t intending on beginning a sexting exchange with his new husband, Timothy’s words seemingly spurred Liam into action as Timothy soon found his phone bombarded by a text and video.
Liam: Ask and you shall receive babe! 😜 I’m always down to please you Cassie, and as you can see, I clearly miss you too… 😳
While Timothy was most certainly excited to check out the video that Liam had sent, his attention was immediately caught by the fact that he now knew his new name. Cassie, you definitely seem like a Cassie, he thought to himself as he turned into the mirror and admired the girly visage and body. Now secure in his new identity, the brand new woman took the opportunity to click on the video and allow it to play.
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Cassie: Wow you’re such a fucking tease, why did you have to end it right before the best part? 😩
Liam: I mean, how else am I gonna encourage you to come home ASAP? I’m needy and want you so badly…
Feeling that wave of pleasure coursing through his body once more, Timothy was eager to continue on with the teasing.
Cassie: I want you so badly too babe. I’ve been thinking about you a lot too…
Liam: Prove it.
Being egged on by the sense of a challenge, Timothy decided to become even more of a tease to the horny man. Pulling open the camera, he began to record himself slowly pulling down his sundress before suddenly wagging a finger at the camera and abruptly ending the recording. Upon sending the video off, Timothy couldn’t resist chuckling as Liam rapidly typed out a response.
Liam: C’mon babe, gimme some more. I’ve sent you several compromising photos and videos so far. You’re in a public restroom, lock the door and give me a little bit of a show!
Feeling incredibly eager to both please his new husband while also being encouraged by how much he lusted over his wife, Timothy once again verified that the door to the bathroom was locked before finally deciding to further explore his body. Gingerly, he slipped off the sundress and allowed it to land in a clump on top of his platform sandals and partially slump onto the tiled floor. Although he felt an inner desire to pull off his bra and take a look at his tits, the concept of struggling to pull back on the bra left him quick to abort the idea. So at first, he quickly snapped a few photos in just his bra and panties before sending them off.
Since he knew that Liam would surely be begging for more though, Timothy furthered the fun and decided to pull down his panties and take the opportunity to record himself exploring his new genitalia. As such, as soon as he pressed record and began to run his fingers along the lips of his new pussy, Timothy couldn’t resist moaning and uttering Liam’s name as he envisioned the hunky personal trainer putting every inch of his clearly sizable manhood into his feminine folds.
Upon finishing recording the video, Timothy quickly sent it off and admired his figure some more while awaiting his husband’s new response. Not surprisingly, it only took a minute after the message was delivered for Liam to send another text response with an accompanying photo.
Liam: Oh fuck yeah babe, you better feel up that tight little cunt and think of me. I’m tired of waiting, get dressed and come home immediately. The sooner you get here, the sooner I can eat you out before we get onto the main event…
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Reading the message in conjunction with the open-mouthed photo that his husband had sent, Timothy was just as over the texting as Liam was. Although he had no idea what was going to happen when it came to having sex with a pussy, his desires and lust for the man was too much to resist any longer. So as he pulled back on his panties and the sundress, Timothy took one last look into the mirror before zhuzhing up his hair.
As soon as he would exit this bathroom, he would forever leave behind his old life as a pale and frail gay virgin. Although there was a slight twinge of loss towards his years of hard work when it came to college, none of that would matter if he had no one to hold him at night and treat him with the love and respect that he deserved. So although he wasn’t entirely the biggest fan of losing out on his impressive cock and becoming a woman, he ultimately viewed it as a necessary loss to get everything that he’s wanted in life. After leaning down and grabbing onto the bags of items that her husband had wanted, the brand new Cassie eagerly unlocked the door and stepped into her new life.
Making her way out of the hardware store, the woman’s hips naturally swayed and allowed her juicy ass to draw all of the attention of the other shoppers (as best as it could from her gorgeous and prominent rack). As she approached the front door of the store, Cassie slowly turned around and gave a light wave to the bored-looking cashier. Not surprisingly, his wave back was not enthusiastic in the slightest as Timothy quickly did that and went back to taking care of the blonde-haired jock who had a basket full of tank tops resting on the counter.
Turning back on her heels, the woman finally made her leave and slowly pressed the fob of her car keys until her car revealed itself to her. Finally approaching it, she quickly opened the backseat door and deposited the three bags before finally entering the driver’s seat and turning on the engine. Quickly pulling open her phone, she pressed the “Home” location on her phone’s GPS and allowed the directions to begin. As she sat there for a moment, a wide smile formed on her face as she realized just how great this life was going to be for her.
As if on cue, a loud ding echoed through the car’s speakers as another text message from her husband filled Cassie’s car. Opening it up, she couldn’t help but gasp at what she both read and saw.
Liam: I love you so much babe, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy so good tonight. Just think of all of the fun we’ll have this summer once I finish building that patio deck for you…
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Not surprisingly, Cassie’s mind began to play the video on an endless loop. With each instance of watching her husband bite his lip in an incredibly erotic way and shake his sizable bulge for the camera, she found herself quite desperate to get her hands, mouth, and pussy all over his glorious manhood. As such, the woman instantly pulled her car into reverse before speeding off to have some quality time with the absolute love of her life.
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Leaving the house and heading to the gym, Samantha saw some commotion up the street. It looked like someone was trying to run and hide from the police, using people's gardens and cars to stealth their way down the street and sirensscreamed and officers on foot ran down the middle of the road. Seeing this Samantha decided to go the long way to the gym. She could jog and it'd become part of her workout. Her heart was pounding and she was glad she was wearing her activewear. She was determined to stay focused and reach the gym safely. 
About 5 minutes into her jog she became incredibly itchy, as if someone had filled her clothes with itching powder. She scratched her chest and gasped in shock. She stopped on the spot and looked down at her chest. She had grown chest hair, neatly trimmed chest hair. She screamed and cried out for help from anyone that could hear her. Zipping up her hoody she sprinted back towards her house. Her long hair receded into her head under her hood. She burst through the door, her face pale and sweaty. As she raced to the bathroom mirror, she saw that her jaw had become more angular and her eyes had become a deep shade of blue. She was no longer the same person she had been five minutes ago. She watched as dark stubble began to grow on her face, she tried to brush it off but nothing she did would remove her facial hair. She was terrified. She pulled her hood down revealing her shortened hair. She couldn't believe what was happening. Her entire head and face was that of a man. She felt pressure in her chest. She unzipped her hood and opened it up and watched as her already quite small breasts shrunk away and firmed into pecs and abs rolled out beneath them. She looked down in shock, unable to comprehend what was happening. She felt her body becoming stronger, more muscular, and her voice deepening. 
There was a banging at the front door. She zipped up and ran down to open the door, thinking it was someone here to help. It was not. It was the police officers she saw chasing the man earlier. Once she had the door open the police stormed in shouting for her to get on the floor. She yelled out in her new deep voice and ran to the back door to escape. Why was this happening to her? With her new strength and agility she managed to hope the garden fence into the back alley, which headed towards the park. 
She seemed to have lost the police for now so she stopped to catch her breath and process what she could of the situation. She felt something slide out of her crotch and from what she had already gone through, she knew exactly what it was. Shereached down and felt her fresh cock, huge, sensitive and wet. Her hand was still down there exploring when she felt two testicals drop out and hung below as a wirey pubic bush began to surround her new genitalia.
Now fully transformed into whoever she was she let out a cry of confusion and fear. The police were at the other end of the alley so HE started sprinting in the opposite direction. However, police were waiting at the other end too and had the guns raised. The new man fell to his knees not wanting to be shot at. He didn't want to die any more than he wanted to be a man. 
"You're nicked"
A police officer said behind him.
As he was arrested and approached the police car he saw his fully transformed reflection again and realised it was the man being chased down the street she saw not 15 minutes ago.
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Somewhere on the other side of town, stood a smiling woman. She looked exactly how Samantha used to look.
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captainmalewriter · 2 years
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Gift That Keeps Giving
“So... how does it feel?” Kamal asked the man in front of him as he adjusted the sleeve of his jersey. The handsome man stayed quiet as he continued to bounce around in place, seemingly trying to get comfortable in his own skin. 
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Kamal couldn’t help but admire the man’s well groomed appearance; from his perfect beard to the stylish haircut, Kamal was already fantasizing what it would be like to see that handsome face from underneath him as he jackhammered his ass into submission. He could already hear him begging him to go harder between moans. He knew the jersey would have to stay on during sex to avoid the transformation reverting back, but Kamal accepted it as a fair trade off if it meant he got to fuck a hunk of a man every night from there on. 
Kamal had his doubts that the enchanted jersey would work, but he went ahead and took a chance on it. He blew well over a thousand dollars to get it from a back alley exchange. 
That was the hardest part of Kamal’s plan, as he knew the rest would be smooth sailing from there on. His girlfriend Aisha was ecstatic when he came home with the black jersey in hand. He had told her that he wanted to go out to a game with her instead of his bros for once. She was so delighted that she accepted and donned the jersey without a second thought. 
The changes were gradual at first. Aisha’s voice kept cracking as it deepened, she noticed her shaved body hair was growing back faster than before, her once sharp, witty mind had dumbed down to slang and dick jokes, and her body shape had lost its feminine curves before she even realized it had happened! Soon enough, she had completely transformed into a man, Kamal smiling all the while as he watched it happen.
“Bro! Why are we just standing here!? Let’s go!” the former Aisha said to Kamal with a voice as deep and smooth as the ocean. 
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Kamal smirked as he trailed behind his new boyfriend. Feeling mischievous, Kamal gave him a nice smack on the ass and cupped his cheek for a moment. Given that they were in public, the hunk acted like he was mad and pushed Kamal’s hand away. But deep down, as Aisha’s feelings for Kamal stayed the same despite the total body transformation, he wished Kamal had smacked him harder. It was then he knew how foreplay would go later that same night. 
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mrwavellswaps · 2 months
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Wavell Archives & More!
I’ll be updating these as new stories come out and if any changes need making.
2024 Story Archive
2023 Story Archive
2022 Story Archive
2021 Story Archive
Stories Involving Mr Wavell In Chronological Order
My Favourite Posts From Other Creators
Hey everyone! I finally decided that after a few of years of posting that it was finally time I make an archive for all my content for those who use the mobile app or simply want a quicker way to access my stories. Originally this was going to be one massive post with all the links in one but unfortunately you can only have 100 links per post. So instead I’ve decided to split my archive up into different years instead which you’ll be able to access directly from here. To go with these archives I’ve also made a chronological timeline for all of Mr Wavell’s adventures for all of you to look through as well as a list of some of my favourite stories from other creators.
Thank you all for the support over these years. I hope to continue expanding these archives for the foreseeable future!
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The Flash
On a bright sunny Afternoon, the world would change forever when a great flash engulfed the world. Once the flash subsided people found themselves inside new bodies. Chaos would eventually ensue but still upon glancing on to your new form is shocking especially to those who swapped sexes. As happened to me, that morning before the flash I was a 45 year old man with not much going on. I was shopping at the moment the flash happened. When I awoke I was lying in a bed my body now younger and female.
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Iwas confused, my pants hanging open I could tell this body had recently had sex, I could still feel the cum inside my new vagina, it was odd though it would be a sensation I'd soon learn a lot about. It took months for the world to figure out the flash was permanent and how to handle people who had taken on new bodies and how to deal with the reality of handling new identites. In the mean time I needed to make money to survive, so I used what I had to survive. My new female body, I stripped, made sex videos and even was offered roles in several porn shoots, My body became internet famous. It was better than anything I had in my old life. So yes thanks to the flash I had a great new life, but alas not all stories were so happy.
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The Great Shift: Reunion
The Great Shift is a well known event that had swapped over 90% of the world’s population! However, after the initial fallout and chaos, a few years later people began to acclimate to their lives. Though there were still moments where people were confronted with just how much they’ve changed.
“Ok Ned Nuno. No one is gonna remember you as Ned the know it all. It’s been years. People are mature and have their own lives.” Ned said to himself in the mirror. 
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The young man looked back at his model like reflection. Sometimes he still couldn’t believe it was him. Only a few years ago he was looking at his own bespectacled face with his receding hairline. Sure he’s what some would call cute and charming. He always had a knack for intelligent conversation. After college he embraced his intelligence even more and had the luxury to travel as he got older... but he couldn’t deny that his former body wasn’t turning any heads romantically. They’d haver to notice the 5 foot tall waifish man for that to happen. 
But now... that was no longer the case. All those years ago he was traveling at an airport when the Great Shift happened. One moment he was departing his plane, the next he was in a boarding area waiting to be seated!
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Needless to say it was a shock. He’d gone from a smaller and dark skinned to a clearly white and very in shape young man! He later found that this guy was named Connor Duval and was  just 21 years old at the time! Still in college too. And... well those first few days he certainly had a lot to learn about his new form. 
However he couldn’t reminisce any further. He needed to get ready for his school’s 10 year reunion. He wasn’t the same timid nerd that people would pick on. He was braver! He’d seen the world! And wasn’t afraid!
- One ride to the school later -
“Ok. I’m afraid! Jackie! Are you here yet? I know this is the 2nd message I left for you on your phone, but I don’t want to be the only one here I know! You were always my best friend and I’m sorry I’m so nervous and-” Ned was pacing nervously outside of the building he once learned at, waiting to go in with his friend.
“Easy there poindexter. Your bestie is back.” A deep voice says spooking  Ned as he jumps.
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“J-Jackie?” Ned asks nervously seeing the towering muscular figure beside him.
“In the flesh. I though I told you that I shifted into that big Ukrainian construction worker? I mean all the better for it right? None of your old bullies ever messed with you when you butch lesbian bestie was at your side.” Jackie said with a flex.
“I know. I know. You were always so open and brave with yourself It’s honestly inspiring. I’m sorry i was so shocked. I’m just nervous and it’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. I hope your girlfriend is taking it ok.” Ned offers sympathetically.
“Yeah she loves it. She swapped into this bi goddess of a woman and works out with me a lot. Good thing too! I’m still only attracted to women and I have the best one sucking me off every night!” Jackie bragged. Previously her normal crude humor always let out a laugh from Ned, but now Ned trembled a bit as Jackie sounded just like those macho straight guys that bullied him.
“Aren’t you a little under dressed without um... a shirt?” Ned asks.
“Ha! Well you know. I thought about going nude. But I did pack a polo so i can be decent. Aren’t you over dressed Ned?”
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“What!? I  couldn’t decide what to wear! I just chose one of my body’s outfits that still fits...” Ned blushes in his nice suit. Sure he was a 6 foot tall model with abs, but his indecision in outfits was ever present.
“Neverminded that anymore. Let’s get in there! You’re a tenured professor for Pete’s sake. And I’m a well known LGBT author. We got a lot to talk about.”
Jackie pulled Ned in with his surprising strength and they began to hear the music and mingling. Inside they were given name tags and soon saw the crowds of people that none of them recognized! One of the perks of the shift was that no one was ever mad when they didn’t recognize one another. In this case though Jackie and Ned’s eyes zeroed in on a few key people.
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Stacy Skarsgaard was always known as the head cheerleader and total B. Her platinum blond hair and perky breasts getting her through life and landing her a cushy secretary job somewhere in the city, from what Jackie had heard. Now once again, as she was so many other times, she was blasted drunk and taking her top off. Only this time it revealed a powerful dark skinned chest with curly black hairs. Her perfectly shaved face saying, “And like. I”m already on my 4th husband and he totally worships me. Takes care of the kids and still tops me like a champ. Like. I totally see why gay guys do it all the time. I can’t stop. Any more martinis?”
Jackie snorts. “Where was that open mindedness when she tried to get student council to take down the LGBT Support Club? Freaking hypocrite. Their eyes then drifted to three men chest bumping and laughing.
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“Are those guys Chad, Thad, and Grad?” Ned asks surprised. “Weren’t they... like the biggest guys on the football team?” Ned recalled the days when those beefy fat bodies would pound through the halls and shove him against lockers.
“Oh yeah. I heard they were working as assistant coaches at some college and ended up swapping with their respective school’s freshman swim team. They... certainly lost a lot of that freshmen 15 that we saw them with in university.” Jackie laughed admiring how they both towered over their former bullies, though Ned once again felt insecure about how much their abs looked better than his. Those three guys kept messing around but in different ways. Instead of belching and arm wrestling they were doing some handstands and showing how flexible they were. 
“Ok. Ned. Stop sulking and start catching up. You wanted to prove to yourself you could stand up to your past. Now is your chance. Next person to walk through that door is gonna be a new person you have to say Hi to ok?” Jackie commanded.
Ned gulped and looked at the door nervously and was in awe of who stepped in.
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“Paul Bailey?” Ned said astonished. He’d recognize that familiar leather jacket anywhere.... he could still smell it as the closeted athlete wrapped his arms around him all those years ago under the bleachers after a big game. Neither have them had mentioned the night since, but that hadn’t stopped Ned from cherishing that memory.... as well as stalking him occasionally on social media seeing who he swapped with. 
Ned hadn’t realized he’d been staring that long as Paul immediately saw him and walked over. “Holy... Ned? Is that you. Wow you sure changed.” The man joked. His voice was different... but still so deep and smooth Ned nearly swooned.
“H-hey Paul. Guess we all have since the switch. You’re um... looking good.” Ned admitted, blushing. He missed his previous heritage that made these embarrassing actions less noticeable with his former darker skin. 
“Thanks. I guess I traded in my older pasty body for a new more bronze kind. I wasn’t expecting to swap with an Asian bodybuilder, but hey I was at the airport. Right or wrong place depending who you ask for the shift.” 
“Really? I was at the airport too when I shifted. It was kinda funny. I’d been traveling a lot since I got tenure as a professor, but the first thing I did when I shifted was trip. I guess no amount of travelling prepares you for suddenly having size 14 feet.” Ned laughs.
“Really? They do look big... dang. Those are like twice the size of your old ones.” Paul laughs too!
“Y-you remembered me that well?” The nerd felt touched.
“Of course,” Paul replied as it was his turn to blush. “Though hey! I got you beat with these size 17 wide feet. With these heavy muscle I nearly took out an entire cart of luggage.”
The two continued to laugh, comparing bodies, stories, and catching up. Jackie suddenly took her leave to be ogled by all of the female attendants.
Ned and Paul were having a great time walking around, having fun, and enjoying each other’s company.
Ned didn’t know that their bodies had met previously. That Connor was on the way to visit his boyfriend at the time... that miles away their original bodies were holding hands and laughing too... Ned couldn’t know that Paul had also been secretly keeping up with Ned after feeling bad about kissing and never calling...
But there are some things a know it all doesn’t know. Maybe it’ll be fun for him to start learning again. This time with someone both old/new.
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Mean Girl
Jessica enjoyed being a bitch, in fact she practically made it her life's work. She really turned it on for the new kids at work, she worked as a barista and her orders usually came with an attitude. Don't get me wrong she was sexy as hell, problem was she knew it and thought she was better than everyone.
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That would all change one day when she was bullying the new hire:
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No you turn this lever, god boys are such a waste, guys are only good for looking at and fucking. She made the remark as she continued to treat him like dirt, a witch sat nearby and watched the whole thing. The little bitch thought because she was a hot girl she could treat people anyway she wanted. the witch had other ideas and slipped something in the coffee Jessica was drinking.
When the mean girl awoke the next morning she was in for the shock of her life.
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Gone was here beautiful petite figure, replaced by a lanky boy's body. What the hell she tried to scream but nothing came out. Her boyfriend rushed in, confused as why a guy was standing there with his girlfriends blouse on, the same one he made love to her in last night.
Benji, help me. She panicked, As he moved closer, this was what that strange girl told him would happen. As he did he could see she still had feelings for him as his dick was straining her new pants.
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They kissed as her new male personality fought to the forefront. Dammit Benji, he felt so good, so right. The two made mad passionate love to one another which sealed the curse and turned Jessica into Jessie for good. But he didn't care, he still had his man Benji, who like the Jessie version better than the mean girl.
Becoming a guy didn't mean she had to give up dressing to impress.
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After all she was a boy now and all she was good for looking good and fucking.
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Words he lived by Now. The Mean Girl was now the Slut Boy and she spent all of his time trying to fuck as many guys as he could, with this body it was easy, he thought to himself.
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*Trying something different. Let me know your thoughts!*
My friend and I had always dreamed of joining an exclusive country club. However, the club in our neighborhood only admitted members over the age of 50, and the we were still in their early 20s. We eventually came up with an outrageous plan to swap into the bodies of an older couple and use their identities to gain membership.
We scoped out our neighbors and settled for an older couple across the way, I found myself in the body of a 70-year-old woman named Mildred, while my friend Michael was in the body of her husband, George. I couldn't help but be amazed by the sensation of being in an elderly woman's body. I looked down at my wrinkled hands and chest and shuddered.
"This is so weird, man," I whispered to Michael as we were on a date at the country club. "I can't believe we're actually doing this."
"I know," Michael, in Georges body replied, adjusting his thinning gray hair. "But we're nailing it so far. Just remember to act as old as you look."
I nodded, and we began to chat with some of the other club members. They talked about their grandchildren, their health problems, and their retirement plans, all while sipping on tea and nibbling on tiny sandwiches. We were matching their conversations perfectly.
As the day went on, I began to realize that I was actually enjoying the experience. I found myself taking on Mildred's personality, laughing at the type of jokes she would make and telling stories from her life. I even found myself adopting some of her mannerisms, like the way she would tilt her head to one side when she was listening intently.
At one point, Michael leaned in and whispered to me, "Dude, you're totally becoming Mildred. You're even starting to act like her."
As the day came to a close, Michael, in George’s body and I said our goodbyes and left the club, feeling exhilarated by their success. On the drive home, I couldn't stop cackling to myself, making jokes that only Mildred would have found funny. 
When they arrived back at their apartment, I looked at myself in the mirror one last time I slipped into some lingerie I found in their closet and went out to surprise George. We weren’t a couple, or into each other before this experience. But now that we are this married couple we were both failing to fight the lust between us. We immediately began having sex in these older bodies and it was a feeling like no other. We agreed to stay in these bodies, except sometimes he would let me be George instead. We no longer had to worry about paying rent, and could just enjoy retirement together. 
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thetfchangingroom · 2 years
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I’ll never forget the day the Brady’s moved in across the street. Mr. Brady took his shirt off in the sweltering summer heat, his veiny biceps glistening with sweat as he hauled heavy boxes of toys into the brand new house he’d bought for his wife and two kids.
I’ve had crushes on plenty of guys, but with Mr. Brady it was different. Every time I’d see him out mowing the lawn, or playing Nerf wars with his kids, I’d think damn… that’s a fucking man. Husband material. A real-ass daddy.
Mrs. Brady was scarce. The rare times I did see her, she didn’t seem particularly happy. How could such a beautiful man be wasted on someone so ungrateful? I secretly longed to trade places with her, to have the perfect life in the perfect house with the perfect husband, to spend each night in his bed, holding those big strong arms while he pumped another kid into me.
Then one morning, I awoke on a queen-seized bed in a large master bedroom. Someone was showering in the bathroom. Family photos on the bedside table suggested I was in the Brady’s house… but how?
As I tore off the covers, I realized I wasn’t just in Mrs. Brady’s room: I was Mrs. Brady. Just then, the door to the bathroom opened and out walked Mr. Brady, dripping wet and completely nude.
“My eyes are up here,” he joked. But I couldn’t stop staring at the sausage swinging between his thighs. I’d always pegged Mr. Brady as a virile man, but seeing that donkey dick and big breeding balls up close filled me with a need I can scarce put into words.
Mr. Brady took notice. He cracked a cocky smile and marched over to me, his dick growing stiffer with each step. “Looks like someone’s finally ready for kid numero tres.”
He climbed onto the bed and slipped three fingers into my pussy. Mrs. Brady’s body—my body contracted around him, and I was hit with a wave of all-consuming euphoria.
We didn’t leave the bed until Mr. Brady had dumped three loads in me. Thus began my first day as a young housewife, going about Mrs. Brady’s routine with her husband’s seed leaking out from between my quivering legs.
I could get used to this…
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Agent to President's Daughter.
Joaquin
**Title: The Presidential Proxy**
**Synopsis:**
Joaquin, a seasoned operative, faces his most daunting mission yet: infiltrate the highest echelons of power by posing as the child of the United States president. With technology evolving and surveillance tightening, Joaquin must rely on his wit, adaptability, and the latest advancements to navigate this high-stakes game of deception.
**Story:**
At 40 years old, Joaquin finds himself at a crossroads in his career. With Bill, his mentor and father figure, retired from the agency, Joaquin shoulders the responsibility of upholding their legacy of service and excellence. When a classified mission lands on his desk, Joaquin knows it's not just another assignment—it's a test of his abilities like never before.
Tasked with infiltrating the inner circle of power by assuming the identity of the president's child, Joaquin understands the gravity of the challenge ahead. In a world where technology reigns supreme and surveillance is omnipresent, every move he makes is scrutinized, every detail of his fabricated persona must withstand the most rigorous scrutiny.
Armed with the latest gadgets and cutting-edge technology, Joaquin immerses himself in his new role, studying the intricacies of his character with meticulous precision. From mastering the president's family history to emulating the mannerisms of his supposed child, Joaquin leaves no stone unturned in his quest for authenticity.
But as Joaquin delves deeper into his fabricated identity, he realizes that the greatest threat may not come from external forces, but from within. Caught between his loyalty to his country and the moral dilemmas posed by his deception, Joaquin must confront the ethical implications of his actions and the toll they take on his conscience.
As the pressure mounts and the risks escalate, Joaquin finds himself walking a tightrope between success and failure, truth and deceit. With every step he takes, he inches closer to the heart of power, but also further away from the principles that define him as a man.
In a world where the line between reality and illusion is blurred, Joaquin must rely on his instincts, his training, and his unwavering resolve to see him through to the end. For in the game of espionage, the only certainty is uncertainty, and the only way to survive is to stay one step ahead of the enemy—no matter the cost.
As Joaquin assumes his role as the president's proxy, he knows that the road ahead is fraught with danger and deception. But with the fate of the nation hanging in the balance, he's prepared to do whatever it takes to succeed—even if it means sacrificing everything he holds dear.
As Joaquin arrives at the top-secret facility to undergo his transformation, he feels a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The mission ahead is unlike any he's faced before—assuming the identity of the first daughter of the United States. With the fate of nations hanging in the balance, there's no room for error.
Inside the facility, Joaquin is ushered into a state-of-the-art chamber where the metamorphosis will take place. With the help of expert technicians and cutting-edge technology, he begins the arduous process of shedding his old identity and embracing his new one.
As the transformation unfolds, Joaquin feels a strange sensation wash over him—a shifting of his very essence as he morphs from a 40-year-old Colombian man into a 20-year-old American girl. Every detail is meticulously crafted, from the texture of his skin to the timbre of his voice, until Joaquin is unrecognizable even to himself 
Inside the top-secret facility, Joaquin stands at the threshold of his most daring mission yet. With every breath, he prepares to shed his old identity and embrace his new one as Lori, the first daughter of the United States. The transformation is as much physical as it is psychological, requiring Joaquin to inhabit a persona that is not his own.
Step by step, Joaquin is guided through the intricate process of becoming Lori. Expert technicians work tirelessly to alter his appearance, sculpting his features into those of a young girl with delicate precision. With each adjustment, Joaquin feels a profound shift within himself—a blurring of the lines between who he was and who he must become.
As the physical transformation nears completion, Joaquin's mind races with a whirlwind of emotions. He grapples with the weight of his new identity, the responsibility it carries, and the sacrifices he must make for the sake of his mission. But amidst the uncertainty, one thing remains constant: his unwavering determination to see the task through to the end 
Emerging from the chamber, Joaquin is stunned by the reflection staring back at him—a young woman with the poise and grace befitting her new station. But beneath the facade lies the heart of a seasoned operative, ready to take on whatever challenges lie ahead.
Stepping into the role of the first daughter, Joaquin must navigate the complexities of adolescence while masquerading as a member of America's most powerful family. From diplomatic dinners to high school drama, every interaction is a delicate dance between truth and deception, as Joaquin balances the demands of his mission with the realities of teenage life.
But as Joaquin settles into his new identity, he soon realizes that the greatest challenges may not come from external threats, but from the internal struggle to maintain his sense of self amidst the trappings of power and privilege.
As the days turn into weeks and the weeks into months, Joaquin's bond with his newfound family deepens, blurring the lines between reality and fiction. But as the mission reaches its climax, Joaquin must confront the ultimate question: when the facade falls away, who will he be left standing as—the first daughter of the United States, or the undercover operative who risked everything for the sake of his country?
In a world where truth is a matter of perception and loyalty is tested at every turn, Joaquin must rely on his courage, his cunning, and his unwavering commitment to see him through to the end. For in the game of espionage, the only certainty is uncertainty, and the only way to emerge victorious is to stay true to oneself, no matter the cost.
After months immersed in his undercover persona as Lori, the first daughter of the United States, Joaquin undergoes a poignant transition back to his true identity. This narrative chronicles Joaquin's journey as he navigates the delicate process of reclaiming his former self, grappling with the lingering echoes of his time as Lori while embracing the freedom.
Inside the same top-secret facility where he underwent his transformation, Joaquin prepares for his reawakening—a process that is both physical and emotional in nature. With each step, he sheds the layers of his false identity, peeling back the facade to reveal the true essence of who he is.
Expert technicians work tirelessly to undo the alterations made to Joaquin's appearance, carefully restoring his features to their original state. But as his outward appearance changes, Joaquin grapples with the more profound shifts taking place within him—the lingering memories, the conflicting emotions, and the lingering sense of loss.
As the transformation nears completion, Joaquin finds himself standing on the threshold of a new beginning—a chance to reclaim his life and rediscover the man he once was. But the road ahead is fraught with challenges, as he must reconcile the experiences of his time as Lori with the reality of his true identity.
In the days and weeks that follow, Joaquin embarks on a journey of self-discovery, navigating the complexities of his newfound freedom with a mixture of trepidation and exhilaration. He reconnects with old friends, revisits familiar haunts, and confronts the ghosts of his past with a newfound sense of clarity and purpose.
But amidst the joy of rediscovery, Joaquin cannot shake the lingering echoes of his time as Lori—the memories, the emotions, the bonds forged in the crucible of deception. And as he grapples with the aftermath of his undercover mission, he realizes that the transition back to Joaquin is not just a return to the familiar, but a rebirth.
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