Today was supposed to be a relaxing vacation with my family. But as we boarded the plane, the chatter and laughter from my mom and sister grated on my nerves.

Stuck in the middle seat, I felt like I was being squished. On one side, my mom chattered endlessly about everything from the weather to what she packed in her suitcase. On the other side, my sister blared music through her earphones, oblivious to the discomfort she was causing me.

As we settled in, I glanced up the aisle, wishing to escape. That's when it happened. Our eyes met—mine and the man's walking down the aisle. In that split second, it felt like a force pulling me, tugging at my very being.

Suddenly, I wasn't me anymore. I was him. I felt disoriented at first, like I'd been sucked inside of him. But then a strange calm washed over me. This was what I wished for, wasn't it? To be someone else, if only for a moment.

I smiled in the man's body, looking down at the boarding pass clutched in my hand. I found myself hustling down the aisle loving how my new body felt. I brushed my bald head, patted my new gut. Finding my seat, I sat down, feeling the unfamiliar contours of this new form. Pulling out the man's phone, I unlocked it with his face, studying my reflection in the screen. A bald head, a sprinkling of gray in the beard, wrinkles etched across my face.

Closing my eyes, I relished the peace, the silence that enveloped me, away from the chaos of my family. But then, a soft touch on my hand startled me. Opening my eyes, I saw her—the man's wife. She smiled at me, a warm and genuine expression.

I felt awkward, unsure of how to react. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to escape. Yet here she was, talking to me as if I belonged. So much for a relaxing escape, I thought to myself, as the plane took off into the sky.

In the saddle

I’m glad I could help you, I’m glad I could encourage you. I’ve watched your progress as you pushed yourself to the limit. I always knew you’d be a great triathlete. You had guts and potential and ambition.

I was never good at swimming, nor cycling, nor running, but as you I got the full package.

Now that you’ve made all the preparations for me, I’m sure, I’ll get a good time at the triathlon this weekend. I want to get the best out of all your hard work, bearing the fruits of your labour, like you always did back when we were co-workers.

This body is fit and strong, and destined for something greater – and it looks good in lycra. There’s no way I’m giving this up. Now I’m in the saddle.

For the evening, my partner had hopped a sexy, white-haired muscle daddy while I'd scored myself the body of cute, blonde twunk. It was a bit of a switch-up from our everyday forms; I was usually the larger one but it was nice to give him a chance to take charge. And I'd enjoy giving in, playing the submissive bottom for him, willing to receive his borrowed Daddy cock any way he wanted to give it to me.

After taking a few selfies, my partner stroked his big hand down my slender back and suggested we move things to the bedroom. My smooth, pink asshole trembled with anticipation at the thought of his powerful Daddy muscles piled on top of me, with me riding him like a horny slut, and letting him fill me all the way up.

"Damn, this body is made for being a bottom," I thought, eagerly anticipating all that was to come.

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Original Story and AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files

Reasons to steal your UNCLE’S body?

When my southern macho fiancee and long-term boyfriend turned out to be a closeted homosexual I felt kinda used as somebody’s beard. But I still loved Greg so we talked a lot and turns out he also had major daddy issues. This is no surprise because he grew up without a father. So I decided to give us a second chance, but not as Greg & Kimberly that would be impossible. I invited my uncle Gregg (yeah I know) to our house. Uncle Gregg was my fiancee’s dream guy: big, burly, and sporting a thick mustache on his square face. Greg gripped uncle Gregg from behind as I performed the soul transferal spell I found on the internet. I could see my fiancee blush as he felt my uncle’s bulky body trying to hold him down. While my uncle yelled with his booming voice.

A few months have passed and a lot has changed. My now husband had broken off his arrangement with my niece ‘’Kimberly’’ and came out as gay. Soon after ‘’I came out as gay’’ and with my relationship with Greg. I’ve to admit that living as Gregg is sometimes still challenging, the smell, the hair, new parts, and the urge of scratching myself in weird places because of muscle memory.  

But it’s all worth it to make the man that I love happy. Sadly, my niece, Kimberly was sent to therapy because of some kind of ‘’personality disorder’’ by her parents. I think she couldn’t handle her fiancee skipping town with her uncle. 

In the end, I knew we were made for each other… 

as Greg & Gregg, how cute is that!

Adam flexed. After he had pulled up the boxers around his legs, they almost immediately increased in size. Double, triple, almost quadrupled in size. Quickly following his chest and back exploded, widening and bouncing. His arms thickened, ready to crush anything. Finally his dick and ass filled out the boxers, a big bubble butt and thick bulge endowing the now towering man, the logo barely visible as its stretched onto his manhood "Rakurai Inc."

I possessed the body of the captain of the soccer team

I can't believe it will work, in the afternoon I watched as the athletic capital of the school's soccer team headed to the locker room to prepare for his game.

So I didn't miss the opportunity and became a soul, heading to the locker room, that's when I saw my opportunity, the captain was distracted and that's when he entered through his mouth.

He didn't stop moaning, my whole soul was entering his throat, while I moved through his insides I felt like his rich muscles were mine. Until he couldn't take it anymore, the captain had finally given up and took possession of his body. Now I am him and I will make the most of this body. I love seeing him dressed in his uniform. It seems that having his life will be something interesting.

Quite the dadbod I've got now.

Timothy's voice deepened as it emerged from my dad's mouth. He flexed his new muscles with a grin, reveling in the feeling of power and strength.

"I needed this beard so bad," he purred, admiring his own body, "It's even softer than I thought it would be."

I couldn't believe what was happening. My friend had taken over my dad's body and seemed to be enjoying it way too much.

“Quite the dadbod I’ve got now, huh?” He playfully jiggled his belly and then moved his hands up to my dad’s furry pecs, giving them a playful squeeze while letting out a deep, lustful chuckle that sounded nothing like my father, “Oh man, I smell like him, too. Fuck yeah!”

He gave my dad’s pits a deep inhale and I watched as his boner began to throb through his gym shorts. He felt his hairline carefully and was thrilled at the thinning look my father had up top. This shit was turning him on.

“The mature look I always wanted,” he claimed it as his own, “What do you think, son? Don’t you think your old man's body looks good on me? Because it belongs to me now, and that means you’re my son and this is my house.”

He simply ignored my protests and strutted towards the master bedroom, shaking his ass and giving me a dismissive wink. His hands dove freely beneath the elastic waistband of my dad’s gym shorts, and his eyes went wide with delight. As much as I tried to deny it, I couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at the thought of my best friend getting intimate with my dad's beefy and hairy body all by himself.

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Going Out

I was waiting for my mom to return. She asked me to stay here while she solved this conundrum. She promised me that she would be able to return everything to normal. However, I am not sure if I ever want to be a kid again. Sure, being inside my stepdad’s dad was weird at the beginning. But I quickly get used to having his muscles, his strength and I discovered some perks of being an adult, if you understand what I mean. Yeah, for certain, being an adult is great. Maybe I can leave this place right now… what my mom could do? Honestly, no one would ever believe her that she accidentally caused her husband and son to switch bodies. I really wonder, what is the worst thing that can happen if I go out for a bit?

The moment I stumbled upon that ancient talisman, my life took a bizarre turn. At first, it was exhilarating—being able to swap bodies with just a gaze into someone's eyes.

Word spread like wildfire, when I accidentally swapped bodies with my Aunt Linda at Thanksgiving. Suddenly, everyone in my family wanted a piece of the action. Mom, Dad, even Grandpa—it was like they were all clamoring for their turn .

I shuddered at the mere thought of swapping bodies with my family again, the memory of awkwardly navigating my mom's body still fresh in his mind—struggling with unfamiliar breasts, makeup, and hair. Waking up as my grandpa was no picnic either, grappling with the weight of a large gut and the difficulty of getting out of bed. The worst was aunt Linda asking to swap, I forced to endure the constant presence of her annoying boyfriend, a headache in human form.

But I put my foot down. Enough was enough. I declared that the talisman was off-limits to them; I was in charge now.

Things took a chaotic turn when Dad decided to take matters into his own hands. He tried to steal the talisman while I was sleeping. As we struggled over it, a strange energy pulsed through us, and suddenly, we were swapping bodies back and forth in a frenzied dance.

With each tug on the talisman, reality blurred, until finally, it shattered in our grasp. In an instant, Dad and I found ourselves trapped in each other's bodies. And the most absurd part? Dad seemed completely oblivious to the switch, thanking me for breaking the talisman sarcastically.

I had to think fast. Pretending everything was normal, I played along with Dad's confusion. But deep down, I knew this was a game-changer. Stepping out of the room, I tried to compose myself, but the reflection in the mirror told a different story.

As I stood before the mirror, staring at the reflection of my new self, a whirlwind of emotions swept through me. Gone was the familiar face of Charlie, replaced by the weathered countenance of my father. It was surreal, like stepping into someone else's shoes, only these shoes were permanently affixed to my feet.

I reached up and adjusted the glasses perched on my nose, feeling the weight of the frames against my temples. My fingers traced the contours of my face, lingering over the lines and creases that told the story of my father's life. A stubble beard, now mine, tickled my fingertips as I explored its rough texture, a stark contrast to the smoothness I once knew.

Flexing muscles that were not mine, I marveled at the strength that now coursed through my limbs. Dad had always been a sturdy man, and now I embodied that strength, feeling the power beneath my skin.

I chuckled as I surveyed the attire that hung on my new frame, the familiar workout shirt and shorts that were way too long that had become my father's trademark. It was strange to see myself dressed in his clothes.

Reaching for the hat that sat atop my head, I tugged it down slightly, feeling the comforting weight settle into place. It was a small gesture, but it solidified the shift in power that had occurred. Dad had tried to take control, but in the end, it was I who held the reins.

As I stared at my reflection, a smirk played across my lips. Dad had brought this on himself. I extended my arm and flexed my forearm feeling in complete control. This was going to be fun.

"Now switch us back, Professor! I want my body back!"

"No, I won't! UUGGH! How did you find me?!"

"I'm a cop, remember, even in this flabby, hairy old body of yours. Jesus, look what you did to my body — these clothes and the hair. Wait, did you gain weight?"

"Just... a few pounds."

''I'm going to kill you..."

I love nothing more than passing a mirror in public and seeing this body I have control over. God it’s such a stud body. I checked my arms out “Fuck man my arms are getting big” I gave it a nice flex and the reflection did the same. Where would I be without you Chris. I’d still be dweeby little Tyler but now I don’t even have to see that nerd in reflections anymore I got this jock body to show off and strut around the city.  “Chris, you done checking out your small ass arms?” Andrew said to me jokingly.  “Ha whatever man you wish you had guns big as these.” I flexed and loved how much I’ve assimilated to Chris’ persona. 

Is that our dentist?

My phone buzzed. It was a message from my boyfriend with a photo of himself in his latest body hop...

"Is that our… dentist?" I responded, teasingly.

"Yeah, I hope you've been keeping up with your dental hygiene," he responded, clearly in the mood for some role-play, "Brushing and flossing."

"You know I think he's so cute!" I admitted, blushing with an emoji.

"I know…" he replied with a purple devil, "That's why I chose to hop him. Just finishing up things at his office before heading home. Gonna be fun pretending to be him for his last 15 minutes at work… Acting just like him…"

"Stop it, babe!" I playfully scolded, sending an eggplant. "Just get home to me as soon as you can!"

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Featuring AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files

As I stood at the podium, leading the charity event at my college, I felt a surge of pride. I was shocked that the dean agreed to give free student section seats for an entire semester. My heart pounded with excitement as the bids for the coveted free student tickets rolled in.

The bidding war was not very large as this was not a big broadcasted event, until finally, the final bid was placed. I turned to face the dean of the college, ready to announce the lucky winner. We announced the winner and the Dean called the winner up. As we shook hands my vision blacked.

When my vision cleared, I found myself in a completely different body. When I awoke I new it has been a long time. I blinked in disbelief of my surrondings, I didn't recognize where I was.

As I sat up I felt shift in my very being. My limbs no longer responded with the same agility, and I stumbled under the weight of this unfamiliar frame. Gone was the lithe figure of my youth, replaced by the towering stature of a middle-aged man, his features etched deep with wrinkles.

I tentatively took a step forward, feeling the heaviness of my new form settle around me. Each movement felt laborsome. My walk, once light and purposeful, had transformed into a lumbering shuffle, my broad shoulders swaying with each stride.

As I caught sight of myself in the mirror, I was confronted with the reflection of a stranger—a man with a white goatee and a double chin, his face weathered by years of experience. I reached out, my fingers trembling, and tentatively explored the folds of my skin. The sensation was jarring, the extra weight in my gut and chest a constant reminder of the physical changes I had undergone. I marveled at the softness of my flesh, so different from my previous self.

I saw a note left on the bathroom counter signed by the dean explaining what he had done, and that I was foolish to offer up a whole semester. I tried to speak, to scream, to do anything to express the turmoil raging inside me, but no words would come. It was as if my vocal cords had been rendered mute, leaving me trapped in a silent prison of flesh. I then tried to say something else and it allowed me, I was somehow not able to talk about the swap.

I saw that my former college gear had been left on the bed and I knew I had no choice but to confirm. But despite the discomfort and uncertainty, I couldn't deny the strange allure of my newfound body. There was a certain solidity to it, a sense of groundedness that I had never felt before. I knew that somehow, I would find a way to make peace with this strange new skin.

After discovering my abilities to enter any body of my choice, I quickly left my old life to pursue what it would be like to live as other people full time. I was having the time of my life, I never had to get a job and instead would temporarily work as I lived the lives of random people. A little life hack that I learned was when I get bored of bodies in a certain area, I hop into the body of a deliver driver and scope out homes and bodies like this. It's also fun wearing a big burly man like this guy. I stayed for a couple days just so I could use his muscles, sweat, and jerk off between stops.

I had a bunch of stops in a super weathly neighborhood and knew I wanted to swap into someone here. I thought about my options, I could be a spoiled college kid thats home for the summer, a housewife, but all those fantasies subsided as I walked up to get a signature on a delivery and this total DILF answered the door.

I smiled as he opened the door. "Would you please sign here sir?" I said handing him the clipboard. He quickly grabbed the paper and looked down at it. I grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes as he looked at me in shock. I felt myself lurch forward and could feel his body contort and tense up, and his head rolled back with a grunt, as I began to fill out his form. I felt my body align with his from the inside, and with a climax of energy, I let my new body relax, and I stumbled a couple steps forward from the weight change. Before he could get his bearings I signed the clipboard and grabbed the package and quickly went back inside. I hate dealing with aftermath of a body swap, eventually his memories will come to him and he'll think he was always a deliver driver, but the 1-5 minutes where he tries to fight it are always annoying. I locked the door and took a deep breath as I entered his home. I felt a large smirk grow across my face as I commanded his legs to go further inside. I felt pride in the home that he owned. I elongated my free hand and stretched out my fingers, feeling the control I had over them. I took large and wide steps towards the mirror that was in his entryway. I smirked at my reflection and placed one of his large, firm hands, on my new crotch.

"Oh we're going to have some fun" I said aloud. I looked down and saw a picture of him and who I presumed his wife. "We can still have some fun with women since I know your body is going to crave it, but I think it's a shame if you don't use this ass more" I said looked at myself before turning around and grabbing his ass. I laughed as I continued to talk in his voice. I used his phone to download some dating apps and felt the buzz of messages flood in as I took pictures. I messaged a few of the men back and agreed to meet at one of their houses, couldn't risk this guys' wife barging in. I walked over to a bowl and selected the nicest car keys and sunglasses that belonged to this man. It was fun to have money again. Now it's time to have some fun.

"Shit we're getting pulled over" My friend Chris said as he began to pull over to the right.

"No way, your Dad's going to kill you" I replied trying not to laugh at the situation. My friend looked annoyed that I was making a joke.

"I have an out, grab that piece of paper in the glove box" he said. I complied and gave him the piece of paper and I watched as he quickly scribbled out something and re-wrote over it. "Here read this, and look directly at the officer" my friend said. I looked at him like he was crazy but Chris looked dead serious.

The cop was walking up. I decided to follow through with Chris' plan. I read the paper, and I looked at the officer as he walked over to the window.

"License and uh-" he was cut off by a loud grunt. When I looked at him I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head and a sudden lurch of energy washed over me. I felt my head go completely black and suddenly I was standing outside of the car. I reached out to grab the hood of the car to not stumble over. As the initial panic died out, I looked down at the tight uniform that was now constricting my body. I felt the fat from my neck push against my chin as I looked down, and realized I was unable to see the lower half of my body due to my large frame.

"You switched mine and the cops body?" I said in a whisper.

"Knew that'd come in handy" Chris said laughing. I smiled and asked for his license and registration and played along as if I was a cop. I said all the stereotypical things and we were dying laughing.

"Wait so what's happening with my body?" I asked looking at my body that looked dead asleep.

"Oh he'll wake up as you shortly but won't have memories of the swap. He'll basically be on like auto-pilot. It's weird" Chris said. I handed him back his ID and registration.

"Alright, so I'll go back to his car then re-read the paper and we're set?" I asked ready to get out of this large sweaty body.

"Well, no actually" Chris responded. "I was mad that you made a joke about my Dad killing me, so I adjusted the spell to last 24 hours" he continued trying to avoid eye contact.

"You did WHAT?" I said raising my voice. Suddenly my body stirred in place.

"Shit, he's waking up. You have to go, I'm sorry I regret it, I'll let you use the spell again in the future on whoever you want if you just play along" Chris said. I was fuming, but the deal was too tempting to pass up.

"Have a good day you two" I said in a deep voice and nodded. I walked back to the cruiser and felt my gut jiggle and sway back and forth as I walked. I struggled to plop myself into the seat but when I finally got comfortable I looked in the mirror unable to believe this was my reflection. I touched the fat on my neck, and brushed my fingers across my face in the rear-view mirror.

"I can't believe I'm stuck like this for a whole day" I said, taking off my hat and brushing my thin hair with my meaty hands.

"And why am I so fucking horny" I said. no longer able to not acknowledge that this guy was ready to release a fat load. I gave into temptation and began to run his dick through his pants. I unbuckled my pants and held out his fat girthy cock and began to rub it out before uncontrollably twitching as I release a load across the dashboard. I was breathing heavy and began laughing. I looked back at my reflection and immediately felt more comfortable in this body. Maybe this would be fun after all.

"I can't find my body, that little brat stole my body and run away with my life, but once I get him I'll make him swap us back "

"hmmm I thought it will be bigger , but I don't care , finally I'm inside the body of my bully's father, and I'm going to enjoy it, it's payback baby"