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I can't help but to move this hand down to this silly cartoon shorts and give this hardening cock a good tug as I watch the nerd parading around my body like he's some kind of goofy douchebag muscle jock. He's literally tarnishing my image by posting silly thirst-trap on Tiktok! For fuck's sake, I'm an athlete on scholarship, that's not the way I roll. But these comments are all fucking positive (or lustful) and boy I am lying to myself if I say that the nerd failed to really be doing some shits to my body that makes it so irresistible. Or maybe this nerd body is just fucking gay......oh God he's posting another shit already, oh goddammit now it's with my girl too.....and fucckk is he posting again, in my room now?? Ungghhhhh fffuuuckkkk just the thought of him using my cock ungghhhhaahhhh.......dammit this nerd
#nerd to jock#male body swap#jock to nerd#revenge body swap#oblivious#personality change#straight to gay#gay to straight
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Group Project
"I don't care if most people skip this step," Aiden said, taking a pre-swap photo with Nathan. "I still don't completely trust Swapper technology, just... I don't have many other options. Professor Carmichael has been riding our asses all semester, and this damn group project is worth 50% of my grade. I, uhh... I appreciate you doing this for me."
"You're the one paying me," Nathan said, grinning into the mirror with two thumbs up. "As long as you follow the basic rules, I don't really care what sort of extra safeguards you want to throw in. And don't worry, I think it's cute. Commencing swap... now."
Aiden barely had time to panic before he found himself staring up into his former face. The biggest shock was feeling Nathan's coiffed hair brushing against his forehead. The nerd came well recommended by Frat Row-- at this point, he probably spent more time outside of his body than inside of it. Certainly it hadn't been Nathan spending time at the gym to earn these arms. He had graduated college last year, but instead of getting a full time job, he hired out his services to anyone who needed to pass tests or make presentations. At $500 per swap, the legality was the only barrier to making it into a career. "So, you remember the rules, right?" said Aiden's body.
Hearing his voice like that was incredibly odd. "Yeah, we've got to stay swapped for 48 hours or else the Campus safety test will know we used our Swappers. You aren't liable if you get caught, I already paid you up front, no refunds. We had to jailbreak our Swappers to override the 12 hour standard limit, so I'll get arrested if I try to contact customer service. Anything else I'm missing?"
"No hard drugs, but any amount of sex and alcohol is fair game," Nathan said, as he reached into Aiden's waistband to fondle his new package. "Nice dick, my guy," he said, giving him another thumbs up. "That's gotta be, what... at least seven inches?"
Aiden blushed, deeply embarrassed to see his body acting so corny. "A bit under seven and a half, yeah," he said. "Aa-anyway, I'll be at the house if you need me."
"Have fun," Nathan said, giving him an exaggerated wink and slapping him on the shoulders. "I've swapped with several of your brothers. I know you're gonna have a good time."
Preston was outside, taking advantage of one of the last warm afternoons before fall turned into winter. "Damn, bro, you hired Nathan? Looks like someone was worried about failing their classes. So, who are you?"
"It's Aiden," I said, feeling very self conscious about my newer, frailer body as I found myself staring at Preston's hairy chest.
He just laughed. "Wait, Aiden? I didn't even know you had a Swapper! Damn, dude, you must be desperate to pass."
"I... yeah," I said, avoiding eye contact. Was Nathan a gay man? That was fine if he was, just... did that sort of thing stick to the body? He'd never really noticed the cleft of Preston's chin before, but he was-- Nathan's body was-- incredibly horny.
"A word of advice, Newbie," he said, sitting down his book. "Most of the Swapper nerds, or at least the ones worth hiring? They're gay men. Don't try to fight it. Just enjoy the ride. You'll be back to your no-homo self in 48 hours." He flexed his chest, letting his pecs bounce. "Or maybe you'll be a bit more worldly," he said, laughing as Aiden tried not to sneak a glance. "Getting a compliment from a gay dude feels real good."
Aiden practically sprinted toward the main doors, eager to escape the awkward situation. "Yeah I'll keep that in mind thanks bye," he muttered, cursing Nathan's gym shorts and their inability to hide an erection.
"Well, damn bro, look who it is! Someone hired Nathan!"
Sitting over in the lobby were two other guys who were using their Swappers for the weekend. The guy in black was probably Carter-- the dude had a lot of Puma gear, and it was possible he'd changed shirts at some point. Besides, it was hard to imagine anyone else scowling that hard. The blonde guy, however... that could be anyone.
"Uhh, hey... guys..." Aiden said, quickly learning that Nathan had a foot fetish. "You, uhhh... you also have a group project tomorrow or something?"
The blonde guy just laughed, closing his laptop as he stood up. "Oh, I've got a group project in mind, alright. I was just telling Carter here, even though both of us look like twinks, neither one of us are really bottoms. But with Nathan's body here, well... I think that solves our problem. Don't you?"
He nodded, following wordlessly after the two men as they entered the nearby library room for more privacy. Just enjoy the ride, Preston had said. Aiden suspected he was going to be doing a lot of riding tonight.
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Hi guys, I'm E.D. I see that more people are starting to follow me and I like it. I want to try to write some body swapping/male possession stories. so let me know.
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Turned Tables (Stepfather)
Ken could never get his stepson Trent to respect him no matter how hard he’d try, Trent was a total fraternity douche who always left a mess and refused to clean it up, and always disrespected Ken and made fun of his appearance.
One day when Ken’s stepson was visiting Ken forgot to lock the door while he was in the bathroom and his stepson intruded right in, before Trent could make any jokes about Ken’s slender frame something weird began happening as Reality as they knew it was beginning to change forever.
Ken began to feel his muscles tense up as they began to grow, making him overall more muscular with the growing sensation spreading throughout his entire body as he began to grow in height and in some other areas.
Ken examined his new body before noticing his stepson had been completely drained of his hard-earned muscle looking just as scrawny as he had been, his stepson wanted to say something but before he could he felt his confidence and personality being drained out of him as he felt himself becoming more meek and submissive.
Ken on the other hand began to look more dominant as he had gained the confidence his stepson had lost.
“Son what have I told you about walking in on me in the bathroom!” Ken said stern
“I- uhm I’m so sorry Father” Trent said nervously as he exited the bathroom.
Trent was now a scrawny nerd who studied computer science at home since he was scared to leave his daddy’s protection, safe to say his frat days were long behind him like they never existed.
Ken, on the other hand, took on a much more dominant but protective role in Trent’s life he really cared for his stepson like he was his own and wanted what was best for him and hoped he could find Trent a nice Asian husband to protect and take care of him perhaps one of his co worker’s sons.
#maletfwitch#turned tables#muscle theft#father/son#jock to nerd#mental change#stereotype change#Asian#RoleReversal
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En-Coaching (a free commission tale)
“Holy Mackerel,” I said. The words felt odd leaving my mouth, but what else could be said as I looked upon my reflection. Only, it wasn’t my reflection. It was me. But not me. “What’s happening?!” I brought my hands to what was my—this—whoever’s this chest was. The touch of meaty pecs filled my hands. I started to cry out, but I noticed my voice was deeper, growly, and more manly.
The me standing across from where I stood started to act similarly freaked out. He stooped lower and ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t seem to react, just slowly digesting what he saw. Then he brought his hand up to his—my?—chest and looked down at himself in confusion. “Jesus, fuck!” He cried with my voice—a high, whiny sound.
“Calm down, both of you,” Devon stated. Well, technically Dr. Devon, but between him and I, we both used our first names. It was too pretentious for two friends to call each other ”doctor” for their PhDs. “I can explain.” And he did, stopping every now and then to see if we digested what happened. So basically, when the Chad (the college’s football coach) and I (the chemistry professor) volunteered for an experiment with our friend Devon (the “Mad Scientist”) in exchange for a couple beers, he switched our bodies.
Needless to say, Chad and I gave Devon a piece of our mind. On this one thing Chad and I agreed on. Usually he’d tease me for my weak noodle arms or my nerdy glasses. And I’d purposefully make him feel stupid and brutish. But despite me calling Devon swears in several languages and Chad threatening to beat Devon into a pulp (with my tiny fists by the way), Devon told us the switch couldn’t happen just yet. He needed to collect data from us.
I thought I would hate being the dumb, jock coach, but when I had to run the football practice, I found it was exciting. His body already knew what to do. His reflexes were innate to his body and I used my mind to figure out what was supposed to happen. The jocks all fell in line. I used to hate them when they were in my chemistry classes. They were clumsy idiots who always skirted by on the favors of the college to graduate. Now they looked on me like a hero, a leader, a mentor. I worked those boys hard. Eventually I felt myself acting more and more like the coach.
Chad did poorly in my body. He lacked my knowledge and skill, so he blundered his way through the lessons. I should have felt awful (especially since it was my career at stake), but I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t my problem. Let that nerd figure it out. Because of his poor performance, the students started to respect him less. The boys from the team gave him such a hard time. Chad still thought he was their coach and bro, but he was just some nerd prof trying too hard to relate to jocks. It was pathetic really. Chad was trying to show off his football knowledge in his scrawny body. Trying to be a bro.
When he got his ass handed to him, I got bored and went home (well, Chad’s home). A day after coaching and working out, his body smelled rank. I stripped off his clothes and I admired his body in the mirror. I guess I should call it my body. I felt up his abs. The way his skin stretched tightly over this stomach was so hot. I flexed in the mirror and kissed each bicep. My body was so hot! I laid on his bed and started to fondle his huge balls. I stroked his massive cock. It was amazing how it still looked massive in his large hands. With my old hands it’d look even bigger. More impressive. I was close to getting off when I heard the front door of his house open. I wasn’t worried. His body gave me so much confidence. It wasn’t something to be hidden, but something to be shared and loved.
Chad’s wife came in to the bedroom. By the look on her face, this was a surprise: to find her husband ass-naked on the bed, smelling like a college locker room, stroking his massive cock. But she welcomed the surprise. With a smile she asked if it were her birthday, and I said, “yeah, babe, blow the candlestick.” I made that bitch choke on this cock. I need to call Devon and ask about making this situation more permanent.
#male body swap#male body possession#body possession#possession#body swap#nerd to jock#jock to nerd#body theft
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Anyone want to do a TF roleplay? I’m bored and I need writing juice lol
#male transformation#male tf#straight to gay#gay to straight#jock tf#nerd to jock#jock to nerd#muscle tf#roleplay
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Tag Directory: TOPIC H-R
Find a story by topic from H through R
#Harry Potter#haircut#hair growth#height change#iq drain#iq gain#jock to nerd#man bun#Marvel#masculinization#memory change#military#muscle drain#muscle gain#nerd to jock#pecs#piercings#race change#romance
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What's it like to be a nerd?
I mean I think I've always been a jock: I've always been on the football and wrestling teams, I love lifting weights and being popular but I feel like it's easier to be a smart and reclusive nerd, at least they are not afraid of failing their exams, me I feel that I will stay one more year in university and try again to pass, my iq must turn around 55 I think.
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He was a very talented player even when he was 5'6", so just imagine how good he will be over everyone next season when he stands at 6'7" after getting the body of his dream from the tall cocky jockbro that underestimated his skill. The jock thought that just because he's tall, he would clear the shorter dude. Clearly that jock learned his lesson as with every round he lost, some of his features transferred to the shorter dude. Unable to run as it was a trap set by the 5'6" dude, the 6'7" jock forced to went on games after games until the shorter dude satisfied. He lost his height, his muscle, his angular feature, his cock girth and even his baritone voice until they practically swapped most of their features. With the final victory in sight, the now 6'7" red-haired new sensation easily send the ball in while the now short jockbro failed to even get close to the rim. That's when the jockbro lost his former life memory and only aware of the fact that he just messed with a tall imposing jockbro that he shouodn't mess with from the very beginning.
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Soul Stones: The Easy Life
“Jordan-- I mean, Alfie-- what are you doing here?” It was weird seeing my roommate’s body on the couch, playing videos games. It had only been a few days since my roommate somehow swapped bodies with one of the team’s official tutors, and I was still struggling to get his name right. "Do you think being an athlete is easy? Just because Football season’s over, it doesn’t mean you get to slack off! I thought you were going to the gym today?”
He responded by rolling his eyes at me. “I did, okay? I drank the stupid shake, and I lifted weights for... I dunno, fifteen minutes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m in the middle of a round?”
“No, you’re not excused!” I grabbed the remote, shut off the TV, and threw the remote back onto the couch. “What happens when Jordan gets his body back, but he loses his spot on First String Defense because you’re too busy playing fuckin’ Fall Guys, of all games?”
He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and started talking to me without making eye contact. Dunno if he was too nervous to make eye contact with me, or what, but since the real Jordan would have been up close and in my face yelling at me, it really hit home that I was dealing with a different person. “Look, Tanner... I’m doing my best, okay? I don’t know what I’m doing! I don’t know how to gain muscle-- how many reps, how much weight, what routine, which foods? I’m an Engineering student. I don’t know the first thing about Health Science, and I can’t even ask for help because no one will take me seriously when I look like this! Also, in case you had forgotten, I’m not the one who absconded with someone else’s body.”
“I... Alfie, I’m sorry.” I had to admit, he had a point. I just assumed he would know enough about fitness to keep Jordan’s body in shape, but... why would he? Alfie was a super skinny dude. “Look, what if... I’m done with classes today, right? What if we both go to the gym? Everyone will think we’re just two bros talkin’ gym talk, and I can teach you what you need to know. Sound good?”
A wave of relief washed over him. “I would really appreciate that,” he said, smiling at me. “It actually seems kinda fitting. With as much tutoring as you’ve gotten from me, it feels a bit like a trade.”
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The proofs from my first professional photoshoot were back, and I was loving the results. In my old life, the only time anyone ever wanted to photograph me, it was for the football team. Massive shoulders, threatening posture, harsh expressions, deep shadows... everything I hated about masculinity. But here? Here I was slender, stylish... and handsome. Cute, even.
All I ever wanted was to make people happy. Growing up in the Texas suburbs as I did, that meant playing football. By the time I figured out the difference between what I wanted and what others wanted for me, I was already 200 pounds of solid muscle. And once I figured out that I was also a gay man? Well, I didn’t see the point in getting disowned by all of my friends and family until after I had a steady career to my name.
So when the weirdo at the antique store told me about the body swapping stones, I couldn’t help but daydream about being someone else. I mean, of course I was skeptical... but they were only $5. Honestly, I had forgotten they were even sitting on my desk until Alfie asked me about them. Tanner’s Chemistry mid-term was the next day, so Alfie was in our room, trying to give him a crash course on the five weeks of material he’d skipped.
I just told him they were paperweights, of course-- who’s dumb enough to believe in magic? But when he picked one up and started tracing the grooved carvings with his thumb, well... maybe I was dumb enough to believe. I hadn’t told anyone else about them, so if they didn’t work, no one would have any reason to laugh at me. But if they did work... if there was even a chance... this was my moment. I took a deep breath, and pressed my index finger onto the polished agate. By the time Alfie realized he was no longer sitting next to Tanner, I had grabbed the other stone off of my desk and ran out of the room.
I don’t even feel guilty about it, to be honest. We had followed each other on Instagram back at the start of the year, so I’ve been able to use that to spy on Alfie as he lives my old life. That is not the face of someone who is unhappy with the way things shook out. He’s even managed to bag a girlfriend so, like... good for him. I wish him the best. It’s the least I can do for stealing his life.
As for me? Well, I really hadn’t thought too far ahead-- honestly, I’d kept the stones in case I needed a safety net-- but it turns out that Alfie’s parents are crazy loaded and crazy supportive. When I told them I was thinking about changing majors to something in the Fine Arts, they didn’t even blink. Hell, they bought me a new apartment downtown, and offered to pay for the transfer to a different college next semester.
I think I might still take some business courses, just in case I need to fall back on something a bit more dependable, but... in the meantime, I’ve been trying to pursue both modeling and photography. Maybe I’ll hit it big, maybe I won’t... but for once in my life I’m setting aside the grindstone and putting my happiness first.
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He's a nerd just not that kind of nerd!
Him being into compsci might be a fanon thing but its canon in my heart
#I think its funny alotta ppl call him a nerd but like#bros built like a jock under that hoodie#tim drake#dc#dc comics#dc fanart#batfamily#batman#red robin#timothy drake#self indulgent doodles
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Nerd and Jock Ep 238 - Will you be there?
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huntlow cheesy k-drama moment
#toh#the owl house#huntlow#willow park#hunter noceda#jock girl and her cringefail nerd bf#toh hunter#toh willow#toh huntlow#my art#fanart#i love all of the time skip designs so much ToT#the finale made me cry so hard#toh season 3#toh spoilers#watching and dreaming
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zukka is simultaneously jock x jock, nerd x jock, AND nerd x nerd
#they have the range#the jock parts are self explanatory for both (like sorry but mister dual blades and mister boomerang? jocks#and zuko is a theater nerd i believe this full heartedly#and sokka is jsut hyper competent and such a logically minded guy#also he’s the plans guy need i say more#jae’s thoughts#atla#avatar the last airbender#zukka#zuko#sokka
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A Son, Reformed
To be perfectly clear, Joe was surprised when his son Tyler began religiously working out, gaining muscle at an amazing pace, and then informed him that he'd joined the football team as a recruit. But...
He was certainly glad that it happened. When Tyler came with him to Dallas after the divorce, he had a hard time living alone with the artsy teenager. Joe, a conservative-leaning man wanting to uphold masculine virtues, had a hard time getting along with Tyler, who was very much not interested in masculinity, so to speak.
He didn't expect that to change when his son enrolled in university. Joe's only success was convicting Tyler to stay with him and choose local, and so his son began studying anthropology at Texas Christian University. He seemed to feel comfortable there, having quickly found a small group of nerd--- other kids with similar interests that he now hang around with.
It seemed that Joe's relation with his son wouldn't change substantially despite Tyler beginning a new part of his life. And then one day, somewhere around early October, Tyler came back home reeking of sweat, like he had just ran 10 miles through a desert. He still didn't really speak with Joe, but it was clear that something was going on. A few days later his son came back from college, but instead of his usual backpack, he had a duffel bag on his shoulder. When asked about it he simply required "Dunno dad, it's conformable, I guess."
Joe quickly figured out that Tyler was working out while not at home. But he wasn't really sharing annoying with him, which disappointed Joe a lot. His son wasn't even going to talk to him about the gym, a topic Joe was certainly familiar with, the real man he was.
Then two things happened. Tyler came to him, saying he was joining the football team, and Joe received an e-mail from George Bridges, the head coach of the TCU Horned Frogs football team, requesting a one-on-one conversation.
He agreed, hoping for this to explain the situation. So Joe came to the building of the Athletics Complex at TCU and walked up to Coach Bridges' office. The other man welcomed him and quickly began talking, and as the conversation progressed the grin on Joe's face grew larger and larger.
As Coach explained, there was a dip in the recruiting numbers, so he had to turn to more unorthodox tactics. And that meant infusing Tyler with some real jock musk during a safety seminar taught by Coach Bridges, then taking him and getting his mind accustomed to the idea of becoming a jock.
That of course required getting him high on bro musk and using a few "influencing" techniques Coach learned during his time in the military. After a few of those sessions, carried out in a locker room just after a practice where the smell of jock was still very potent, Tyler joined the other rookies at the gym.
The rookies made sure he quickly caught up with them, which is why Tyler had been coming home drenched in sweat. He was doing an extensive workout routine and, as part of a welcoming ritual, the other football jocks prevented him from taking showers. After a few weeks of almost-daily weights training, Coach made the next big step. He invited Tyler for a talk, during which he made him wear a set of TCU-branded gym gear, and then, using his conversation skills he got in the Army as an instructor at West Point, he eloquently got Tyler to think he was a football jock at heart, which quickly led to Coach accepting Tyler's request to join the team as the freshest recruit - the newest Horned Frog bro.
Joe was surprised by what he heard, for sure. But he was also content, because he knew that his son was now in good hands, and on the right tracks. He expressed his feelings to Coach, saying that he wasn't expecting a coach in the modern days to go to such an extent to fight for his team, but that he was glad there were still men like Coach Bridges in America, working to preserve the traditions of college football.
Things changed for the better in Joe's household. Tyler--- Ty was now eager to spend time with him, talking about practice and shit-talking Baylor and SMU. His room had quickly transformed - textbooks and vinyl records got thrown out or sold, a PS4 and a collection of footballs took their place. The floor was now covered with gym gear - compression shirts, shorts and a few pairs of cleats. It smelled like a locker room, Ty's jock musk always filling every space he entered. There were three gym duffels hanging form the door, always ready for a session with the bros. The walls were now covered with posters showing TCU (and to Joe's delight - Cowboys) players at their best.
Ty also adopted the vocabulary mannerisms of his teammates, which meant Joe was no longer "dad", but "bro" or "dude". He didn't have a problem with at though, at all. In fact, he very much encouraged this "bro talk", seeing it as another step on Ty's journey towards masculinity. Same with spreading legs and openly scratching his crotch. For Joe it was clear that his son was becoming a real man.
Joe was also astounded by the speed at which Ty gained muscle mass, quickly becoming so massive it was impossible to see any difference between him and the other jocks on the team. He quickly got used to Ty flexing at random times - he knew that with guns like these, Ty had every right to show some pride in his gains.
Before the season ended, Ty finished his transformation and officially joined the roster as a defensive end. He was now a prime specimen of an all-american jock and Joe couldn't be prouder, watching his son do tackling drills during open practice. Ty quickly adjusted to the jock lifestyle, changing his majors form anthropology to health & fitness, as it was clear that his cognitive abilities decreased significantly, his mind now focused on football, not that nerd sh--- academic work. He'd much rather join his best bros - Street, Mike and Case - in the gym or in their favorite sports bar that gave out discounts for beer to TCU athletes.
Ty also frequently invited them home, which meant Joe was now used to his living room turning into a space for partying and beer-drinking testosterone-filled football bros. He's now used to the sounds of Madden and the boys grunting as they play against each other filling his house.
Now every time Ty enters the house, his TCU tank top damp with sweat, and his low and empty voice welcomes Joe with a "'am back bro!" or "''ey dude, what's up?", he smiles and thinks how lucky he was to have a son like that. A real man. Now he could get to work, turning Ty from just a football jock to a real patriot like himself.
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