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Only 18+ guys will be accepted, and pics will still be captioned/storied at my discretion and free time.

Heads up, stud coming through! Ever since I got this new body, Evan, from a certain auctioneer and collector of jocks, I’ve been having a hell of a time. I’ve never felt this strong before. Gym in the morning, gay bars and clubs at night. Never had so many guys looking at me when I’m lifting or downing a shot before.

I bet before I took over, this guy got no action from guys but I’ve changed that pretty well. His hole is accustomed to taking cock now. I can still hear Evan whining in my head and begging for me to get out, but I haven’t told him I plan on staying in him for a loooong time. He better get used to being a passenger in his own body.

Thanks to @jockauctions for the stunning body!

Who would have thought I’d ever have a body like this again?! Definitely not me, but when I was on vacation, I found a rare amulet that allowed me to switch bodies with whoever I wanted. Of course, when I spotted this delectable English hunk on the beach, in nothing more than a pair of shorts, I couldn’t help myself. It was like he was just asking to be possessed.

Now, all these muscles are mine. It feels so damn good to be young again! No more old aching joints. Watch me flex these muscles! Of course, I wanted to spread the joy, so I invited two more of my old buddies to come and have some fun. I got them some new bodies too.

Of course, the three of us had some fun with one another. I mean, look at those two hunks. I just had to bottom for them. Good thing this old body was a straight dude, my hole was so tight both my friends came just minutes into fucking me. And we could go for multiple rounds again too, just like the old days.

We’re gonna spend a few more days here on vacation, flaunting our hot new bodies before we take them back to our daily lives.

It’s a New Year’s tradition for me to take a new body. This year, I decided to steal this hunk’s body. What makes it even better, I know him personally!

Such a cocky jock, always picking on those weaker than him and a massive homophobe. Well, I decided it was time for him to learn his lesson. Check out these biceps! They’re amazing! And these tree trunks he calls thighs. Brad sure does keep himself in shape. The biggest difference in him now is that he’s gay. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind me using his body to please myself. I’m gonna make sure that he gets on his knees and begs each of the guys that he used to torment to fuck him and pound him. Imagine his shock when he wakes up next year with no recollection of the entire year, with a boyfriend and public OnlyFans page full of his nude body.

Ha! That jock doesn’t even notice I stole his body yet. And by the time he wakes up in my old flabby body, I’ll be long gone in his yacht! Damn, it feels good to be young and hunky again! Just look at these massive powerful thighs and this toned torso! I’m gonna have lots of fun exploring this. This bulge is looking so enticing too, I might not even be able to wait till I get back home. I’m sure no one will mind a quick jerk on the deck of the boat…

“Jason! You can’t post that online!” Zane chuckled as he covered his boyfriends crotch as the stud took a picture of the two. They were flexing in the bathroom mirror, checking out their new bodies, grinning as they ran a hand over each others baseboard abs. It was the first time neither of them had beer guts or flabby arms, replaced with toned thighs and biceps, that neither of them could get enough of.

See, Zane and Jason were your run of the mill couple, except both of them were getting old, and they’d slacked off in the gym. It was years of an unhappy marriage before they decided to seek help. That help came in the form of a witch, who said the best she could do was give them new lives. That’s how they ended up in the bodies of former jocks. Jocks who were best friends and were now in a happy and loving relationship. The spark between them had reignited and both men couldn’t get enough of their lover’s bodies. Meanwhile, the former jocks were stuck in their own heads, forced to watch as their hard earned bodies were used for something they could never imagine. And Zane and Jason had no plans to leave. Each night was kink filled, ending with asses full of cum and sated desires.

I can’t believe my luck! The cops nearly had me, a few more seconds and I’d be back in a damp, dark prison cell. But I saw this hunk working out in his garage as I was running past. It had been years since I used my ability to swap bodies with someone, but I had no choice.

When I came to, I felt so much stronger and taller than before. I grinned as I looked down to see my new body. I was in the jacked body of the hunk I saw earlier. “Fuck…this is perfect!” I grinned as I grabbed my phone, using my handsome face to unlock my new phone. I scrolled through the news, a grin spreading across my face as I saw the breaking news headline.

“Dangerous criminal re-apprehended after escape attempt.” The headline read, followed by a video of my old self, a fat ugly guy screaming that he was innocent. I laughed it off, flexing my new bicep in the garage mirror as I snapped a shot of my body. I’m definitely gonna enjoy this…

Everyone thought it was just a story. A campfire spook created to scare young kids and cowardly teens. Even as the jocks sat around the stadium after their game, drinking beer and exchanging stories, they laughed at the one who brought up this story. Until he pulled out the mask. The mask that supposedly possessed you if you put it on.

The rest of the jocks seemed to back away from the challenge of putting it on, but Jason just scoffed. He knew it was a hoax, and thanks to his pride, he wasn’t going to shy away from some stupid challenge.

“You guys are such pussies…” the arrogant jock muttered as he grabbed the mask, slipping it on. But as he did, a cold shiver ran through his body, right down his spine. It was like his body went rigid, and his muscles felt like stone as he tried to pull the mask off. Like a puppet cut from its strings, his body slumped, before the mask took over. The hunk roared as he ripped off his shirt, showing his muscular body off. That was enough for the rest of the jocks. None wanted to end up like poor Jason now, trapped in his own body and forced to watch from the passenger seat. The scrambled, taking off in different directions, shouting. No one saw Jason from then on, it was like he’d vanished.

But a different urban myth started to grow throughout the town and even spreading into neighbouring ones. Rumors of a hunk wearing a ghost mask, fucking whoever let him. Some horny guys even summoned him on purpose, taking turns getting pounded by the mysterious hunk. Little did they know that the straight jock who’s cock they were taking was trapped in his own head, forced to watch and endure each experience over and over. Jason could only hope the ending to the story was truth, that the curse only lasted till the next Halloween. But the story never said anything about turning into a horny, sec driven beast…so he could only hope for the best.

My brother was always such an asshole to me, taunting me for being “scrawny”, “nerdy” and “weak”. No matter how much I trained in the gym, I could never get as big as him. He’d always bully me, especially since he knew I had a crush on one of his straight friends.

But all that changed a while ago. I managed to sign us up for some shady experiment from some big biotech company. Soon, I had his jock body all to myself! Imagine my excitement when I work up feeling so much stronger, and my shock when I stood up, realising I was 6ft tall! I spent all day flexing in the mirror and checking out my new body. I have to say, my bros got a nice cock. 8 girthy inches and a tight hole I spent all day playing with. I must have soaked at least three or four shorts with cum from all that jerking off.

Life’s been great since then. The roles have swapped and I can do whatever I want with “my little bro”. He can’t stop me even if he tried. He was complaining so much when I started dating his friend, making out with him in the living room in front of my little bro. It was so exciting, but once I got sick of his complaints, I sent him up to bed, claiming it was “past his bedtime” with a grin. I’m never giving up this body though…swapping with my brother was the best thing I could have ever done!

“Boys! Get back here! You’ve got a game in twenty minutes!”

The 18 year old jocks ignored their coach, laughing as they continued to flex their biceps and check out their bodies in the locker room mirror. See, the jocks weren’t really themselves anymore. They were a bunch of nerds hyped up and excited about getting new bodies. The coach had thought that his team had been underperforming in their games. So he decided to swap them out with the more responsible nerds and geeks that he could get to actually follow his training programme. The possession was easy. Each nerd got a chosen jocks body. The problem was, the nerds had no intention of following the coach.

Once they got the studs they wanted, they left, heading over to one of their houses. They spent the night playing DungeonsAndDragons, before deciding to have some fun in their new bodies. By the time the night was over, each jock was covered in a sheen of sweat, empty balls, and sore holes from all the fucking they’d done.

“Same time tomorrow guys? I can’t wait to continue our campaign…and have a go at Josh’s ass after.” One of them grinned, the rest chuckling as they got the best of both worlds with their newfound physiques.

Test Of Time

“One…two…three…four….” I grunted as I struggled to lift the plate loaded bar. I set it back down, panting as I sat up, annoyed at myself. The last few weeks, and even months, I’d been getting weaker. Thanks to my aging body, I was getting weaker, it was harder to build muscle in the gym, and even people were coming up to me, telling me I looked tired or pointing out slowly graying hairs. I sighed, knowing that my 60’s was something I’d have to deal with eventually. I was suddenly snapped out of my thoughts by a excited whoop from my left. I turned to look, seeing a younger guy benching almost thrice my weight. His muscles were bulging, and he had a grin on his face. He was clearly in the prime of his youth, which made me jealous. If only there was a way to get back my youth…

That thought was the beginning of my obsession with witchcraft. At first, I just looked for ways to turn back the hands of time, to get my body back to its 20’s but I came up with nothing. Just as I was about to give up, I came across a possession spell. An idea clicked in my mind as memories of the hunk from the gym flashed in my mind. A grin spread across my face, as I delved into more research about it.

A week later, I was back at the gym, prepared to take my new life. I wiped my sweaty palms on my sweatpants, gulping as beads of sweat dripped down my face, a nervous expression plastered on. I had no clue if this was actually going to work, but I had to try. As the hunk, who’s name is learned was Sam, walked by, I quickly grabbed him by the wrist. He locked eyes with me, in confusion as he tried to pull away, but I started to mutter the spell, and our worlds seemed to spin.

I could feel my body changing. My wrinkled skin started to tighten, and glow with renewed youth as his started to crinkle slightly like creased paper. My muscles started to inflate and bulge, newfound strength flowing through them as the same happened to my legs and calves. I grinned as I looked down to see I now had muscular and toned thighs just like Sam had before. Our faces started to shift and warp. Sam was panicking. He clearly had no idea what was happening, other than the fact that he was getting weaker and weaker. I stared back up, only to come face to face with my previous self. It was like looking into a mirror, except now, I looked exactly like Sam had before.

I pulled away from the other, grinning. A quick look in the nearby mirror had me smiling from ear to ear as I flexed my bicep and rolled my abs. The control I had over each muscle was amazing. “Holy shit…it worked!” I grinned. Meanwhile, Sam was having a breakdown. He grabbed me, trying to force me to undo whatever curse I’d just done. A slight altercation and a phone call to the police later, Sam was getting dragged out by security guards, cursing and screaming that I’d stolen his body. Everyone assumed he was crazy, a man going senile after the stress of work and age had finally caught up to him.

Ever since then, living as Sam has been such a blast. Everyone was surprised when I came out as gay, but now I’ve got plenty of guys lining up at my door just to be fucked or fuck me. Sam has a huge trust fund too, but instead of dipping into that, I decided to start up an OnlyFans. Something about having guys pay to watch me jerk off or have sex just turns me on beyond anything, and I make some good money from it. I wonder if the old Sam is subscribed too. I’ve even graduated from college now. The old Sam wasn’t doing too well, but with my previous knowledge, I’ve managed to turn that around, graduating as one of the top students. Life really couldn’t get any better…and the best part, I never have to worry about getting old again. All o have to do is find another hunk when the time comes.

I lucked out during the Great Shift. Thousands, if not millions of guys swapping bodies with random people, and I managed to get this hunk! It was like magic. One day, I’m sitting in my one bedroom apartment, and the next, I’m at a club halfway across the world, in the skimpiest clothes ever and hanging out with other rich kids. It was like a dream come true when I went to the bathroom and saw this stud’s body under his clothes. I jerked off right there, feeling up my muscles as I did.

I managed to slip under the radar of the authorities, and I’ve been passing as “Zane” ever since. A few google searches and a look through my wallet, got me all the info I needed. Apparently, I’m the son of some rich billionaire now, with a huge trust fund and in line to inherit my dads company. Oh, not to mention, I’ve got a hunk of a boyfriend who’s always ready to fuck. It’s the perfect life for me! I was curious about the real Ollie so I hired a private investigator to do some digging. Apparently, he shifted into the body of some poor kid in rural Asia. I kind of feel bad for him, having his whole life upturned, not to mention having to go through puberty all over again. Anyways, I’m heading off on a two day trip with my boyfriend on his yacht! This is definitely the best thing to ever happen to me!

James and Alex were still freaking out. One minute they were jocks fooling around and roughhousing in the water, and the next, they’re old men by the pier, with aching backs and cracking joints. James could barely walk with his walking stick, and Alex could feel his arthritis setting in. Both were shocked, trying to get someone’s attention but just looking like two senile old men.

Meanwhile, the two jocks were grinning as they flexed their biceps and showed off their muscled bodies. “Ah…the vigour of youth. I can already feel myself getting horny again. It feels so good to feel so virile.” James said. Or, more accurate, the body hopper controlling James. Alex grinned and gave James a peck on the lips, suggesting they take their new bodies home for the night. The two would have plenty of fun that night, taking turns flip fucking. Their new bodies could handle the multiple rounds, and they’d go at it till they were spent.

“Hey bro! How was your run?”

“Great��by the way, I know you and Tess just broke up, if you need some…relief…why don’t you head up to my room later?”

“I- I thought you were straight dude?!”

“Changed my mind…a little fun can’t hurt.” Jason grinned with a wink. Little did his roommate know, his straight jock roommate Jason, who’d always been a little bit homophobic and rude, was gone. He’d had his body snagged by a bodyhopper during his daily jog. The body hopper just couldn’t resist, seeing his yummy pecs bouncing like that. A few seconds was all it took. Jason doubled over, pushed down into his own body as the invader took over, gaining control of his hard earned muscles and toned physique.

“Jason” spent the rest of that night getting fucked by his roommate, who was still in shock at his bro’s change of spirit. Jason was now the biggest bottom he could ask for, and he had no hesitation in giving the jock the pounding he was begging for like a slut. Meanwhile, the real Jason was screaming and cursing, locked in his own head as he watched himself do things he could never dream of, with no way to stop it.

Peace out Nic! I thought I’d give you this final photo of your own body since I stole it from you. Sorry man, watching you workout and seeing your pump after, I just had to have your body. I hope you like your new scrawny body. Maybe if you work out really hard, you can get back to this level. But I doubt it. Especially as a chronic masturbator. I bet you’re already jerking off to this pic…

It worked! I knew catfishing that jock was a good idea. What a loser. It was so easy to get his body. After a few months posing as a fellow body builder, I told him that we should swap bodies using this ancient spell I found, just to push each other physically to peak condition. I bet he wasn’t expecting to end up in some fat old dude’s body. I hope he enjoys the rest of his sad life alone. I’ve gotta take these new muscles out for a spin! Hmm, maybe I should get Grindr. Or I could always hit up some gay bars…

Hey everyone! I’m back! Some of you may remember my previous account, SwapsCentral/KinksCentral, I got locked out of the account sadly but I’m back to entertain all your horny and kinky desires, and turn them into some stories!