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Swap Broker: Social Climbing

Seeing James in a suit, Clay suddenly felt a bit self-conscious about scheduling a meeting at his modest apartment. The car that James drove was probably worth more than this entire building. Still, that was part of why he was hiring James in the first place. Clay was trapped in the lowest income tiers of society, and upward momentum was unheard of. He didn't regret dropping out of high school to take care of his younger brother when their mother passed-- their father had never been in the picture-- but now that his brother had a full ride to college, it was time to take care of himself for once. If he wanted any sort of life outside of minimum wage retail work, he was going to have to take drastic action.

"Legally, I have read you a few disclaimers before we begin," James said, pulling out some papers from his briefcase. "You are purchasing my services as a swap broker. This does not guarantee that I will be able to match you with another customer, and some customers may request additional payment. My servicing fees must be paid up front and in full. The body real estate market is new, and may be subject to new regulations at any time. You cannot trade more than ten years plus or minus your original date of birth, and any attempts to defraud security regulations will result in legal action, up to and including life in jail. If either client is able to prove misleading or fraudulent claims about their new body within the first 30 days, the swap will be reversed. Customer dissatisfaction is not a valid reason to reverse the swap process, so care should be taken prior to confirming purchase. If you agree to these terms, your payment will be considered a legal signature."

Clay paused, staring at the wad of cash in his hands. "You, uhh… you do take cash, right? I didn't even think about trying to get a money order."

James simply smiled at him. "That will be fine, Mr. Clay. It's not standard, but for you I will make an exception. Truth be told, I'm already making a few exceptions for you, but I've been able to pull strings to have it classified as charity work. Besides, all of your of the mandated background interviews have come back with glowing recommendations, which is why I have no issues taking such a risk on you."

"And I appreciate that, don't get me wrong. All the same, I… I'm just worried that no one will want to take my life in exchange for theirs," Clay said, kicking the carpet with his boots. "But anything will be better than this, and … well, I'm trusting you, James. I'm trusting you to find something for me."

"I actually do have a very promising lead for you, if you're willing to take it," he said, adjusting his necktie. "It's a very unusual situation, which is why most of my clients have not accepted this body. But for you… honestly, this might work. My client is local businessman Richard Hargrove, but the body for trade or sale is the body of his son, Aiden Hargrove. It's… legal, technically, though I'm not convinced Aiden fully understood the paperwork he was signing."

Clay raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess… Richard expects great things from his son, but his son isn't matching those expectations?"

James nodded. "It's a tale as old as time, and it's a lot of emotional baggage to carry over into a new life. If you want to inherit the family money, you'll have to make certain that you keep Richard appeased. There's going to be a lot of family drama, while most people on the market for a new body are looking for a swap with no strings attached."

"No strings, you say," Clay said, absent-mindedly scratching his chest. "How often are people swapping bodies, anyway?"

"Honestly, we're starting to see a lot of designer body circles where people swap bodies every few months like clothes. People are trying to establish winter bodies, vacation bodies, bodies for formal events… it's a bit of a mess out there right now. But most people don't want to be locked into a new body forever, which… is what Mr. Hargrove is looking for. But since it sounds like that is what you're looking for as well... here's a photo of Aiden," he said, passing a headshot over to Clay.

Clay could feel his cock stirring to life in his jeans. Aiden was incredibly attractive. He also looked like an insufferable spoiled rich kid, but… well, that was probably true. "James, this man is gorgeous. There has to be some sort of catch, more than just the family drama angle you described."

"Well… yes. As a part of the swap agreement, Mr. Hargrove is requiring that the person taking his son's body signs a five year habitation agreement. It includes a stipend of $100,000 spread across monthly installments, but it states that you will only be able to contact your prior family through written, voice, or video correspondence. Nor will you be able to contact any of your prior friends ever again. For most people, that's a complete dealbreaker. For you, however…"

Clay couldn't help but laugh. "My younger brother is going to college several states away, so I already have limited contact. And the closest things I have to friends are people who are nice to me at work." He paused, taking off his cap and squeezing its brim as he thought it over. "I really don't have anything to lose," he said. It felt odd to say it aloud, but… he hadn't fully realized just how much he had been putting everyone else's needs over his own until it was pointed out like this. "I always knew it, I mean… it's why I hired you, I just… I never quite thought about it like that. James, I accept. Whatever you need me to sign, let's do this."

James smiled. "Excellent choice! I'll put in an offer this afternoon, and I'll be in touch with the next round of paperwork. It's not official yet, but given that Aiden's body has been on the market for over five weeks, I can't imagine that we're going to get any resistance."

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"Alright, so that was four strokes, which puts me at… +8," said the new Aiden. "Not great, but at least I'm slowly improving. Ready for the next hole, Dad?" The first week or two had had its share of uncomfortable moments, but he was slowly easing into the expectations of his new life. Now, after a few months, life as Aiden Hargrove was becoming second nature.

Richard smiled at him. "I'm proud of you, you know."

"Agh, Dad…" Aiden said, feeling himself starting to blush.

"No, I mean that," he said. "It was hard enough having to disown my first son… I was so worried about who my new son was going to be. But you… you're hard working, you're dedicated, you're sincere… how could anyone not be grateful? I'm… I'm bad at knowing how to show people that I care, Aiden. Too much tough love, they tell me. And if I'm going to start training you to take over the family business, that will only get worse. Which, I will be training you, son, you've picked up on sales like it was second nature. So… when we leave here, and I'm back to being a dick… it's because I expect a lot from you, okay? I'm proud of you even when I'm not showing it." Richard leaned in for a hug, which Aiden returned with an awkward embrace.

"Also, son, I keep meaning to ask-- have you been getting your dick wet?"

Aiden felt his stomach drop out from under him. "Jesus, Dad! That's not… do we have to talk about that?"

"You're almost thirty," Richard said, folding his arms. "It's well past time for you to get married. I'm not going hold sins of the old Aiden against you, but people are already starting rumors. An eligible Hargrove, unmarried? It's unheard of. I don't even care who you marry, as long as they make at least $150,000 per year. Are you gay? I've seen the way your eye wanders in the country club's sauna. The old Aiden was straight as an arrow, but we can smooth that over easy enough."

"I… yes sir, I am a gay man," Aiden admitted, as he desperately prayed for the ground to open up and swallow him in. "I haven't, uhh… I haven't had sex in this body yet. I've been focused more on living as the new Aiden. Adding a relationship to things felt… complicated. Especially since the thought of a queer scandal had me afraid to… pursue things, as it were."

Richard waved a dismissive hand. "Well, start pursuing them. You're a Hargrove now. We don't have scandals, we just have bribe money. Your mother and I are going to be celebrating our 40th wedding anniversary next year, and I expect to you be engaged by then. I need everyone to see that you are a force to be reckoned with."

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Aiden leaned against the bar of the country club, waiting for his date to arrive. It was easy to adjust to the trappings of his new life, but he hoped to never fully lose sight of his roots. The navy suit he was wearing tonight was a designer piece that cost about two months of his old life's salary, and he was about to spend over ten hours of minimum wage labor on a single dinner. The universe had managed to reward all of those years of thankless labor with the opportunity to live Aiden's life, and it wasn't something he ever wanted to take for granted.

Trying to date as a gay man looking for marriage was complicated enough. Trying to date men who fit his new father's limited criteria was proving to be almost impossible. Most of the men who checked off all of the necessary requirements were either straight or insufferable-- but usually both. All the same, Aiden had high hopes for his date with Hunter. Unlike his previous dates, Hunter came into his wealth by creating and then selling his business at the right time. Hopefully that lack of a privileged upbringing would make him a tolerable human being.

Dinner with Hunter proved to be everything that Aiden had hoped for, and more. They were able to hold actual conversation, shifting from topic to topic without his date trying to brag about prior accomplishments or disparaging Aiden's interests as puerile. It was taking all of his restraint not to mount Hunter right there, in the middle of the dining room.

"Would you like to join me on a brief walk?" Aiden asked, once their meals had been finished and billed to his family's tab. "You'll have to forgive me if I am being too forward, but I took the liberty of reserving one of the... private cabana rooms at the edge of the grounds." His eyebrows waggled as he emphasized the word private, and the flush on Hunter's cheeks confirmed that the innuendo had not been lost on his date. Aiden swelled with pride as he observed the outline of Hunter's erection against his blue slacks as the man stood up, the most sincere sort of compliment he could receive. His own manhood was straining against his silk boxer briefs, and he found himself hoping that Hunter was sneaking glances.

"I... do have a confession, before we get too serious," Hunter said, as they strolled across the greens. "This is not my real body. My swap broker arranged for a three month loaner, while my real body is...being acclimated to my new wealth, shall we say. I'm paying someone to lose weight at the gym, whiten my teeth, develop a suitable skin care regimen... that sort of thing. And once I do get my body back, there will a wardrobe and hairstyle adjustment period..." He started to tug nervously at his collar. "Just a temporary side effect of being new money. I hope you don't find that too scandalous."

Aiden gave him a warm smile. "Far from it, I assure you. Your newfound wealth and status is part of your charm. It means you don't have any of the odious habits of my peers." He wrapped a possessive arm around Hunter's waist and pulled him close, a trophy to be displayed. "Besides, that sounds like an incredibly smart usage of a swap brokerage contract. If things get serious, I'll have to tell you about my own family's dealings with swap brokers."

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Changing My Grindr "Category”

Ever felt that people just see a category when they look at you? Same. I had had enough of white guys messaging me on Grindr asking me for BBC. Did they not read that I am a bottom? One night, I kinda lost it, I guess. I played along and invited one of these guys over. I asked him how much he wanted my cock, making sure he was begging me for it. 

Then we played the game, I lit a spliff and started smoking. Something I never do, but he said he loved how chill black guys were with drugs. I laughed it off, waiting for the main prize. I said I wanted him to taste it, and wanted to exhale into his mouth. He agreed, horny as he was and I blew more than just smoke into him.

“Feel something?” I asked. He nodded. “Me too” I agreed as I could feel my soul detaching from my body.

Shortly after, we both got more and more lightheaded until we passed out. I woke up before him and left before he woke up. Man was he going to have a surprise when he looked down to see that big cock he was begging for in his crotch.

Meanwhile, I was enjoying having hair again, my slender body and peachy butt. Now I hope that my category is “horny slut looking for daddy” at the clubs tonight.

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Swappers

(Original story posted April 24th 2023) This story has been mildly Updated

Jordan was a twink. Plain and simple. He was skinny, hairless, could hardly grow any facial hair and was fairly short. Now of course there was nothing wrong with this. He was still very attractive in the eyes of many and didn’t have much trouble getting attention from other gay men. The big issue for him however was that, because he was a twink, almost everyone assumed he was a bottom and most guys that were into him just wanted to fuck him. They would then be surprised and a little put off when Jordan revealed that he was a strict top and didn’t want to bottom. At all.

It wasn’t like he hadn’t tried it before. He’d used a couple toys on himself and even let a guy stick it in him before in an attempt to fit this mould people would push on him. But it just wasn’t who Jordan was. Of course there had been some small pleasure from the stimulation alone but that was where his enjoyment ended. It just wasn’t who he was and the thought of bottoming just never turned him on. He was the one that wanted to be sticking his cock inside a hot dude's ass, not the other way around. He just wished that more of the guys who were into him saw him as he saw himself. A dom top! There were a handful of course but that left Jordan with quite a slim selection of men to choose from the already small pool.

The natural solution to this would be to bulk up. Get bigger, look manlier. But for some reason he struggled massively to put on any kind of size. Even after working out religiously for a year, he hardly passed for a twunk and still hadn’t been able to grow any body or facial hair. Not any that looked good anyway. Whenever he asked for advice he was told to just give it time and eventually he’d put on more muscle and maturity… but he was already 25 and a lot of other dudes his age had full, thick beards and were built like tanks. It was infuriating! He knew that they were probably right and that in time he’d eventually achieve the manly body he was looking for if he just stuck to the gym and all the right food. But Jordan was growing more impatient by the day.

For a short while he believed he was doomed to look like a twink for at least the rest of his 20’s. That was until he met Colt. He was a man Jordan had met through a hookup site recently and as it turned out he had the opposite problem. He was only ever interested in bottoming but because of his massive muscular physique, well kept beard, deep voice and giant 8.5 inch cock, most people assumed he was the dominant daddy type. Colt had the exact body Jordan needed and Colt probably wouldn’t be too bad off with Jordan’s twink body either. It almost felt like the universe was teasing Jordan by allowing the two of them to meet like this. Showing them the bodies they could’ve had.

Naturally one thing lead to another and the two ended up meeting for a good fuck. Jordan wrapping his arms around Colt’s bulky torso as he thrust inside that huge ass until they were both moaning for release. It was so good that they couldn't help making it a regular thing by meeting up again and again. Sometimes it would be at Colts place, other times it would be at Jordan’s. But one thing was for sure that was that by the end of the night Colt would have either his mouth or muscular ass full of twink cum. Sure Jordan’s dick might be a tad below the average in size but he certainly knew how to use it well and the groans he got out of Colt definitely reflected that.

Every time they had sex however, Jordan couldn’t help but feel this growing envy in his heart. Sure it was hot dominating a man so much bigger than himself and watching all that muscle ripple with every thrust but… he couldn’t stop wishing all that size and manliness was his. Of course that wish seemed all but impossible… right?

One day Jordan was just browsing through some gay porn sites to jack off too when he got a strange pop up. His natural instinct was to close it but something about the ad caught his eye. The headline was “Swappers!” and from what he could tell it seemed to be an advert for some type of poppers brand. He’d been with a guy once before that’d used them so he knew enough to know they were muscle relaxing inhalants. Only that wasn’t the only thing this particular brand of poppers seemed to be advertising…

A few days later a package arrived for Jordan and inside was a single “Swapper”. He inspected it a little and the tiny bottle looked exactly as it did online. He was sorta surprised that it wasn’t a scam. Truth be told he’d been starting to experience buyers remorse after spending so much money on this thing but he felt a tad better now it was here. Still though, he told himself not to get his hopes up yet. Not until after he put it to the test.

Later that night Jordan messaged Colt, getting immediately to the point and asking if he wanted to hook up as usual by now. Like always Colt was swift with a confirmation that everything was set in motion. Now all Jordan had to do was pray this thing was legit and he didn’t spend his money for nothing.

As they’d agreed to meet at Colt’s place, Jordan showed up outside the hunky man’s apartment where he was soon let inside. The pair chatted for a little while, catching up as they always did, but it was clear that Jordan was eager to get down to business. He cut Colt off mid-sentence with a swift kiss, leaning in close and running his hands over the larger man’s body. Colt didn’t seem to mind as he returned the same energy and before they knew it they were pulling off their clothes and stumbling towards Colt’s bedroom.

Both men found themselves buck naked as Colt hopped onto the bed, causing it to creak under his weight, before beckoning Jordan to join him. The two engaged in plenty of foreplay beforehand. A little bit of dick sucking. A tad bit of ass eating. Tons of making out. But Jordan just couldn’t bear to wait any longer as he reached over towards the bedside table and grabbed the little bottle before instructing Colt to lay on his back and throw his legs over Jordan’s shoulders. The bigger man did just that but couldn’t help question what Jordan had in his hand while doing so.

“It’s just a popper. It’s meant to make sex feel even more mind blowing!” Jordan reassured, withholding the whole truth from his lover. “Just try it. I promise you’ll love it!” He added before cracking it open and placing the bottle under his nose to take a deep sniff. The hit was almost instant. A surging pleasure that vibrated through his body. He was buzzing! And with it he had this strange compulsion to try to make another man smell it.

“Ehhhh I dunno. I’ve never done poppers bef—” Colt was quickly cut off by Jordan practically shoving the swapper under his nose and forcing him to inhale it. He was taken off guard for a second but moments after his body was filled with the same euphoric sensation as Jordan’s. And now that both men had it in their systems, all they wanted to do was fuck!

Jordan wasted no time slamming his dick into Colt’s hole which had already started to loosen up a little. Immediately plunging as deep as he could go. The feeling was beyond anything either of them had ever experienced before. Waves of pleasure washed over them which only seemed to intensify as Jordan started rocking his hips back and forth. Every little motion sent spikes of euphoria across their bodies in a fashion they could never have imagined. Both men felt as though they could bust a load mere moments into fucking and yet somehow they held on. For now anyway. It was as if despite the incredible feeling of it all, something needed them to keep going. For Jordan to keep pumping himself inside Colt. And Jordan was more than willing to oblige.

Minutes felt like hours as the couple submerged themselves in the experience. Jordan alternated between thrusting slowly with care to suddenly fucking fast with an intense aggression. All while the huge man beneath him practically screamed his name with nothing but pure lust in his eyes. A lust that Jordan reflected right back. The more they stared at each other, the more fixated they became. Almost like they were hypnotising one another to the point where they refused to break eye contact. Simply staring into each others gaze while they continued to fuck and moan until suddenly their eyes began to glow a deep violet. At last it began. As neither Colt nor Jordan could look away, they were unable to see the changes beginning to occur but of course that wouldn’t stop them.

Despite never having been able to grow much body hair, Jordan’s chest and stomach suddenly began to sprout a light dusting of hair. A dusting which would continue to spread across his body giving him some hairy legs, decent arm hair and even a fuzzy ass. Colt on the other hand found all of his body hair suddenly retracting, vanishing in an instant and leaving him with nothing but smooth bulging muscle all over. However it wouldn’t cease there. As soon as his body was smooth, Colt’s short beard started to recede as well until he was left with a clean shaven face. Then right on cue an unfamiliar itching sensation spread across Jordan's jaw followed by thick facial hair that quickly developed into a full beard that was identical to the one Colt had sported moments ago! The kind of beard Jordan never could’ve grown before now. The last of these hairy changes only completed when even the hair styles and colours switched with Jordan’s hair retracting slighting into a much shorter crop while Colt’s grew out a little. Somehow they’d completely switched hair on all places of their bodies! Jordan had taken all of Colt’s body hair and facial hair! They looked pretty strange for sure but it was about to get a whole lot stranger.

As Jordan continued to thrust mindlessly, both men started to grunt with even more ferocity. Not just because of the fucking though, it was their hands and feet! Had Jordan been able to tear his eyes away from Colt’s to look over his shoulder, he’d have been able to catch a glimpse of the other man’s feet shrinking multiple sizes. The same then happened to Colt’s hands as they shrunk smaller and skinnier. But of course Colt wasn’t the only one affected here. Jordan also found himself curling his toes a little while his own feet grew many sizes larger until it would’ve been impossible to fit them inside any of his own shoes. And naturally his hands followed the same example, growing meatier with thick clumsy digits that would no doubt take some getting used to.

Despite being in some kind of trance, both men knew something strange was happening to their bodies. Colt was feeling a little worried underneath all the pleasure but Jordan on the other hand was ecstatic! He knew exactly what was happening to them and he almost couldn’t believe it! As such he completely gave in to the experience with zero resistance. He pounded his cock in and out of Colt’s hole, encouraging the bigger, yet now hairless, man to give in as well.

Speaking of cock, Jordan began to feel a strange inflating sensation in his. It felt as though someone plugged an air pump into his cock and balls and with every thrust he made, they pumped more air into his manhood. Only it wasn’t air at all! His dick was actually growing larger by the second! He could feel it! His cock got longer and fatter as it forced Colt’s hole to stretch even wider. Each thrust felt deeper than the last while the smacking sound his balls made grew even louder. It was no wonder as they swelled bigger and fuller, producing more testosterone than ever before. Meanwhile Colt’s moans grew even needier, not just due to the increasing girth of the cock inside him but, because his own dick and balls were shrinking. Yet for some reason it felt incredible to him! It wasn’t long before Jordan found himself fucking with an 8.5 inch monster between his legs while Colt’s new and slightly under average cock bounced with every slam into his ass. They’d swapped dicks!

So far the only changes they’d actually been able to see were the ones to their hair and facial hair but that was about to change as a distinct tingling sensation spread its way across the two men’s faces. It soon became obvious what was happening as they both began to scrunch their faces up in discomfort. It was all due to their features rearranging. Jaw’s reshaping, noses remoulding, eyes shifting slightly. Jordan’s face grew sharper and more defined with a mature and masculine look while Colt’s began to look younger and softer and an opposing delicate look. The changes refused to stop until Jordan’s face looked identical to what Colt’s had once looked like before all this and vice versa. By this point Jordan looked like a small and skinny version of Colt while Colt himself looked like a huge muscle bound version of Jordan. But that wouldn’t be the case for long as the next wave of changes began to settle in…

There was a growing heat that spread itself across both of their forms. It engulfed both men in what felt like a warm embrace as it began to massage their bodies gently. It took a moment or two for the actual changes to kick in but it wasn’t long Colt’s body began to shrink rapidly. All of his huge, hard earned muscle began to fade away. Pecs, biceps, shoulders and thighs all being drained of their muscle mass. Everything diminished in size all at once. Even his height seemed to be reducing as his once imposing 6’4 statue had dropped below 6 foot and was still falling.

Jordan on the other hand was having the time of his life! Still being forced to stare into Colt’s eyes but pounding away like his life depended on it now. Getting so damn excited as he could feel his own body starting to swell up with new muscle. His once skinny and toned arms engorged with newfound strength and size while his chest heaved forwards with strong meaty muscle, forming a pair of hefty hairy pecs that only continued to grow. His legs inflated to the size of stone pillars, thick and powerful to match his new feet. Even his shoulders slowly formed into giant boulders while his back and torso grew wider to accompany his inflating pecs. Even his supple twink butt enlarged to the point of having into a muscular jock ass. And of course Jordan’s height sprang upwards inch by inch.

At one point the two men were the same size but it didn’t take long for Jordan to surpass Colt. His muscles ballooned bigger by the second. “Holyyyy fuuuuckkk!” Jordan is able to moan out as he felt his pecs grow to the size of watermelons before bouncing them involuntarily, unable to stop hulking out. His growth only came to a halt at last when the man beneath him had finished shrinking into a skinny little twink with only the tiniest bit of lean muscle. With that Colt was left looking like a smooth 5’6 twink while Jordan had finally become the 6’4 hairy muscle tank of a man he’d wished to be!

At last the purple glow faded from their eyes, releasing them from the forced gaze and allowing them to look down at their new bodies. A massive grin formed on Jordan’s face as he glanced down to see the enormous physique he now possessed while Colt looked more confused than anything. He probably would’ve freaked out more if the feeling of getting drilled by Jordan’s giant cock didn’t feel so amazing.

“J-Jordan… oohhh-what… happened to oouuuu-us!?” Colt asked frantically between groans. “Why do… Oouuuughhhhhh… you look exactly… like me!?” He continued, noticing the higher pitch of his voice. Confused but also strangely turned on by the fact that he was now being fucked by his identical twin. Or at least a man who would’ve been his twin if he wasn’t so small and skinny now.

Jordan gave a cocky smirk with his new face. “Because this is how it was always meant to be! Me, a huge powerful muscle daddy with a hot hairy body and a monster dick made for destroying ass.” He brought both arms up into a flex, delighting in the sight of his biceps bulging before groping one of his giant hairy pecs a little. All while continuing to slam in Colt’s ass with enthusiasm. “And you, a cute little twink boy who struggles to put on any size and loves getting dominated by men like me…” Jordan sneered confidently, loving how deep and authoritative his own voice sounded now while stroking his new beard a little. Before Colt could even think about protesting, Jordan leaned down and kissed his former face with an all consuming passion.

After that the new hunk got down to business. Pulling his dick out for a moment so he could grab Colt like a rag doll and flip him over onto his stomach. He’d never been able to man handle a guy like that before but by god did it feel empowering! Colt hardly had a chance to say anything before the body snatcher pressed his face down onto the bed sheet and shoved Colt’s former dick back inside his hole. Colt let out a long moan. One part of his brain was telling him this wasn’t right but the feeling of getting filled so completely by the very same dick he used to own was too good to ignore! He knew he should be begging for his body back right now but all he wanted was to be dominated by all that muscle he’d built and have his former balls unload inside him.

“Oh fuck yesssss Jordan! Breed meeeee!” Colt begged and moaned. After the whole transformation ordeal they’d gone through, both men were already on the brink of orgasm. And yet for some reason Jordan stopped.

“No, no, no. I’m not Jordan anymore. You are. If you want my load you better start calling me by my real name. Colt.” Jordan demanded, shifting his cock around inside the other man’s ass a little but refusing to pump again until his demand was met.

Colt hesitated for a moment. Did he really want to do this? Would he be forfeiting his body if he did? He didn’t ponder for long however as the larger man shifted his cock around inside again, causing Colt’s resistance to crumble. That was it. His instincts took over. “Fine yes! You’re Colt! I’m Jordan! Just please fuck me!” He pleaded.

A large grin spread across Jordan’s face upon hearing those magic words. He immediately used his new strength to push Colt’s face back down into the sheets before pounding into him once again with all his might, roaring and flexing as he did. He couldn’t stop admiring his new body while basking in all its size and power. All the while knowing full well that from now on nobody would mistake him for anything other than a dom top! That from now on everyone would see him exactly as he saw himself. A man who wanted nothing more than to destroy the ass of every hot guy he saw! And as a bonus, Colt certainly wouldn’t get mistaken for anything but the slutty bottom he was either.

Soon enough the hulking man let out one final passionate roar before finally unloading his heavy new balls. His cock shooting streams of cum inside Colt’s ass like a jet and seeding the smaller man’s hole. He let out a long sigh of relief before collapsing on top of Colt in exhaustion. Pinning the new twink under all his muscle and weight while his cock remained buried deep inside that ass. The feeling of which was enough to make Colt shoot his much smaller load as well, dampening the bed sheets underneath them both.

After a few minutes of silence and processing, the new bodybuilder sized hunk pushed himself up and off the bed, allowing the other man to move again. “This was fun Jordan but you’d better get dressed and head home. After all this is my apartment now…” Jordan smirked as he made his way towards a mirror while riding the high of knowing everything Colt was and had now belonged to him. Even though he just blew a load his dick found itself twitching again when the reflection he saw shining back at him was that of a manly big dicked meathead. Perfect. “Unless you’d rather stay and become my personal bottom bitch from now on?” He raised an eyebrow in Colt’s direction.

There was some conflict in Colt’s eyes for a moment as he weighed the idea out in his head. But in the end he came to the conclusion that, just like Jordan, this is pretty much what he always wanted. To be seen as a cute bottom. He only got so huge and buff because of the pressure from his father and friends. But deep down this is always what he’d wanted to be. “If being your ‘personal bottom bitch’ also includes being your boyfriend then I’m in… Colt.” He stated, still a little weird out at calling somebody else by his own name.

Jordan smiled. “Well it’s a deal then.” He gave his reflection one last look over before returning to the bed. He’d definitely be inspecting it more later but for now he and his boy needed to spend a little more time getting familiar with their new selves. And by that he meant he was going to smoother Colt between the huge hairy pecs he used to own until he blew another load.

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Taking It For Granted

(Original story posted October 6th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

Eric was busy getting dressed and ready for work when he glanced over at his boyfriend. Ajax was still laid in bed wearing nothing but a pair of underwear. Even now Ajax couldn’t help subtly running his hands across his abs and down his muscled legs. So captivated by himself.

“Are you gonna actually get out of bed sometime today or are you just gonna keep groping yourself all morning?” Eric asked as he straightened his tie.

Ajax chuckled in response. “Sorry babe. Hard not to admire all this sometimes.” He gave a quick flex before sliding out of bed and sauntering over to Eric. “You should know. You were the one kissing my biceps last night.” He grinned before leaning in and giving his boyfriend a soft kiss. The sweetness of which was soon dulled by the slap Ajax left on Eric’s ass before making his way towards the bathroom to brush his teeth.

Eric watched the sway of Ajax’s muscular body as he walked away. Over the last couple of days he’d noticed a change in his boyfriend. Subtle things from the way he talked to the way he carried himself. He was more joyous and bouncy than ever before. Not to mention how he seemed to check himself out at every given opportunity. Ajax had always been proud of his physique but recently it seemed like he just couldn’t stop flexing and squeezing his muscles. Just seeing his own reflection seemed to make his day now. Not to mention his attitude had completely shifted.

A week prior to this Eric and Ajax’s relationship had been hanging on by a thread. They’d been arguing more and more over the past few months. It’d started with petty disagreements that blew up bigger and bigger until eventually they had a full fight which ended in Ajax storming off. After that Eric thought it was over. With how badly they’d been getting on, he was swiftly losing hope in their relationship.

A few hours later however, Ajax returned. Part of Eric was expecting him to start packing up his stuff but instead he gave the most heartfelt apology Eric had ever heard. He had no idea what had caused such a change in Ajax but he didn’t question it in the moment. Eric apologised too and afterwards Ajax promised he’d be better. So much better. Before long Eric found himself jumping into Ajax’s strong arms as they made their way to the bedroom. What followed was the steamiest makeup sex they’d ever had.

After falling into bed together they’d begun ripping off their clothes like animals. Ajax however seemed particularly horny. He was rock hard and beyond eager to fuck. Yet before that he took immense satisfaction in allowing Eric to explore the size and contours of his muscles. As if it were the first time he was being admired like this. Eric didn’t care though, he’d always loved Ajax’s chiseled physique. Almost as much as he loved taking Ajax’s fat cock up his ass. And that’s exactly what he got. He didn’t know quite what’d gotten into his hunky boyfriend that night. Out of nowhere Eric found himself on the receiving end of the best sex of his life! Getting pounded from all sorts of different positions in such a way that had him cumming over himself not once but twice! Ajax had never been bad at fucking but last night it was like he’d been possessed by a sex demon. He demolished Eric’s hole before shooting a massive load inside.

Since then Ajax had been like a totally different person. Alongside the slight differences in the way he spoke and carried himself, he was also far more affectionate and thoughtful. Whereas before he’d grown quite distant, now he always wanted to kiss and cuddle. Always giving sweet compliments and wanting to be closer. Not to mention they’d been fucking like rabbits ever since making up.

It was a complete 180 to his former attitude and Eric would be lying if he said he didn’t love it. After all, even when they’d been having terrible arguments, he still loved Ajax more than anything. The only difference now was that it actually felt healthy again. That said Eric didn’t want to question it. Everything seemed perfect. But there was one thing he just couldn’t get out of his head. Something that the old man who lived across the street had said the morning after him and Ajax made up…

———

It’d been the morning after they made up. Eric found himself waking up with a sore asshole to the sound of shouting coming from the front door. After turning to see Ajax wasn’t in bed next to him, Eric quickly got up to see what all the commotion was about. He walked a little funny down the stairs after the railing he’d gotten last night. When reached the door however, he was surprised to see none other than old Mr Jenkins having some kind of blow up at Ajax. Eric could hardly understand half of what he was saying. Something about needing to fix something and not wanting to be old? He even called Ajax a “sadistic body thief” whatever that meant.

Eric quickly decided to step in and see what the problem was. Immediately Mr Jenkins switched his attention to him and started coming out with some of the most insane things Eric had ever heard!

“I’m not Mr Jenkins!” He shouted frantically. “You have to believe me Eric! I’m Ajax! He stole my fucking body!” He screamed while pointing at Ajax. There was a fury in Mr Jenkins’ eyes that Eric had never seen before. He was completely out of his mind! “I don’t know how you did this but you’re gonna undo it you crazy asshole!” He continued on and on.

Ajax put his hands up. “How many times do I have to say it? I don’t know what the hell you’re going on about.” He then glanced at Eric before whispering. “I think he’s gone nuts. He won’t stop yelling about some invasion of the body snatchers type of shit.”

“I’M NOT CRAZY! GIVE IT BACK YOU OLD BASTARD!” Mr Jenkins looked as though he was ready to launch himself at Ajax in a blind rage with what little strength his elderly body had. But before he could, Eric stepped between them.

Eric couldn’t help feeling bad for the elderly man. Of course he didn’t believe a word he was saying. It was insane, not to mention impossible. His only guess as to what was going on was that Mr Jenkins’ was suffering from his old age. Dementia perhaps? Whatever the case it was clear to Eric that he needed help. He tried to calm the old man down but nothing helped. Only continuing to curse at Ajax while begging Eric to believe him. Apparently the other neighbours had overheard all the commotion because not too long after a police car rode up outside the house.

With Eric and Ajax explaining what’d happened and Mr Jenkins still screaming bloody murder and even getting violent with the officers, it wasn’t long before the old man was taken away to get some help.

As they watched the car drive away, Ajax wrapped his muscular arms around Eric from behind. “You okay babe?” He asked while kissing the back of Eric’s neck.

“Yeah… I just didn’t know Mr Jenkins was suffering like that. I can’t imagine what must’ve been going on inside his head to make him believe all those things.” Eric leaned back into Ajax’s body a little, allowing his back to rest against his boyfriends strong pecs. “It just makes me wanna appreciate what we have right now you know?”

“Absolutely.” Ajax hugged Eric tighter. “I’ll never take this for granted again.” He added, trying to sound sweet while a smug grin crept across his face unbeknownst to Eric.

———

It’d been almost a week since then. Eric had arrived at work and was going through the motions as usual. Only now he felt constantly distracted. He just couldn’t help replaying that scene with Mr Jenkins over and over in his head. All those crazy claims he made about being Ajax and having his body stolen. He seemed so convinced. So sure of himself. Not to mention that until that morning Mr Jenkins had been as healthy as a horse in both mind and body. So for him to just flip like that felt… off.

Normally he would’ve brushed something like that off easily. Body swapping? That was the definition of crazy talk. Under normal circumstances there was no way in hell he’d believe that. But that’s when he started to pick up on things more clearly. Subtle changes in the way Ajax behaved that quickly began to plant a seed of doubt in mind. A seed that grew to the point where he’d been analysing almost everything his boyfriend did and said.

He went over it in his head as we worked. Out of nowhere Ajax had begun watching the historical channels on TV, finally started reading one of the books he’d received as a present last year and even mentioned that he wanted to give fishing a try at some point! The Ajax he knew never had the patience for those things. The rational thing to assume would simply be that Ajax was maturing. Trying to be a better person and gain new interests. But Eric just couldn’t shake the weirdness of how it’d begun the day Mr Jenkins went crazy.

It wasn’t just his interests though. It was Ajax’s whole demeanour. Before he was quite stoic. He’d have his moments of sweetness but overall he was very reserved. Over the last couple months he’d even grown quite mean and snappy, eager to jump to an argument and make a big deal out of nothing which eventually led to their huge fight. But then it all changed starting with that massive apology he gave. Ajax had never been one to say sorry so it came as quite the surprise. Even in that moment Eric couldn’t help thinking he seemed like a different person, only he wasn’t thinking about it quite as literally then. Since then his mood had completely changed. His reserved and quiet nature seemingly vanished overnight, being replaced by a much bubblier and joyful attitude. It was almost like he had this newfound appreciation for his life.

This couldn’t have been clearer in the way he treated himself and others. For a start he just couldn’t stop admiring his own body. Always touching something. Groping his pecs, massaging his thighs, flexing his biceps. He couldn’t get enough. Always making comments about how hot he looked and spending way longer in the shower than usual.

And when it came to Eric, Ajax was far more affectionate and thoughtful. Always giving him compliments and kisses. Always smiling when they were together and telling Eric how lucky he felt to have what they had. Hell he even bought him flowers! Something Ajax had never done before. And the sex was some of the most passionate they’d ever had. So deep and loving. Every. Single. Night. Ajax was more eager than ever to slam his cock inside Eric’s hole at any given opportunity. And to top it off Ajax seemed to have developed this worshiping kink in the last couple of days. Always wanting Eric to kiss and worship every inch of his muscular body.

All of those little things stacked together caused that tiny seed of doubt in Eric’s mind to grow into a tree that’s roots were consuming his every thought. He wanted to believe he was just overthinking it but what Mr Jenkins had said was starting to make too much sense. It was too much to have just been a coincidence. It was only lunch time but Eric decided to take the rest of the day off work for a ‘family emergency’.

Once home, Eric took a deep breath before quietly opening the front door. He was about to shout his boyfriend’s name but before he did, he heard to sound of Ajax’s voice coming from the bedroom. Curiously Eric made his way towards the bedroom as silently as possible to, trying to listen to what Ajax was saying until he was stood right outside. And what he heard sent shivers up his spine.

“Fuuuuck yeahh! I’ll never get tired of this young cock! God I still can’t believe how much bigger it is compared to my old one!” He moaned. “Young, dumb and hung as fuck…”

Eric’s eyes widened. Was it actually true? Without a second thought he peered his head into the bedroom to see none other than his boyfriend stood in front of a mirror bare ass naked and flexing while he stroked his cock!

“Ohhh yeah! I’m Ajax! Young fuckin muscle bull! Fuuuck I-” He cut himself short when in the corner of his eye he noticed Eric stepping into the room. “Oh-I-Ummm… Eric. I didn’t think you’d uhmmmm… be home so soon hahah…” A flustered look quickly crossing his face. “I was just-” before he could finish, Eric stopped him.

“It’s true isn’t it? Everything Mr Jenkins said. About the body swap.” Eric still didn’t quite believe it even as he was saying it but the writing was on the wall. “Or should I say everything Ajax said. Because he wasn’t really Mr Jenkins. You are.”

Ajax was silent for a moment. Unsure of how to respond until he finally let out a long sigh. “Eric. Let me explain.”

———

After their massive fight, Ajax had stormed out of the house with a fury in his eyes. Slamming the door behind him as he left get some air and get away Eric. He didn’t have a plan as to where he was going so he ended up just pacing up and down the street for over half an hour with a sour look on his face.

Mr Jenkins had been sitting in his living room watching TV at the time. He had a perfect view to the window looking out onto the street, allowing him to notice Ajax passing back and forth as he paced. Seeing this, he went out to investigate what was wrong. When Ajax next passed Jenkins’ house, the old man stopped him and asked what was the matter. Ajax was resistant at first but when Mr Jenkins offered him inside to chat, he gave in and took the sweet old man up on his offer.

They sat down at the kitchen table and immediately Ajax began to rant about Eric. Listing off each and every little thing he hated about his spouse. All the little habits that annoyed him, all the irritating things he would do or say. However Mr Jenkins’ found it hard to emphasise. Impossible even. Most of the things Ajax was listing off were such minor things that he seemed to be blowing out of proportion while other things were just plain stupid like complaining about how Eric didn’t fold and put away the clothes exactly how Ajax wanted after doing the washing. It was moronic to say the least. But what Mr Jenkins really hated was how much Ajax blatantly insulted Eric as he listed these things off. Calling him all sorts of horrible things while dragging his name through the mud.

It was then Mr Jenkins made a decision. It was something he’d wanted to do so badly for a very long time now. Ever since Ajax moved in across the road with Eric. Until now he didn’t have the courage to do it, believing he’d feel too guilty if he did. But now that he’d seen Ajax’s true colours, he had no regrets.

Jenkins excused himself from the table to make a cup of tea while asking Ajax if he wanted a drink of any kind. The young hunk said he’d take a cup of tea as well. Little did he know that as Jenkins brewed the tea, he added a little something extra into Ajax’s cup.

He came back moments later with two hot cups in hand, offering one the Ajax who took it kindly. They chatted a little more as the drinks cooled, Ajax’s going on some more about his petty frustrations with Eric. But soon enough the handsome younger man picked up his beverage and began to sip away at it, much to Mr Jenkins delight. Little did Ajax know that his tea had been laced with a mild sedative that was gradually starting to take effect as he came to the last few sips.

“Sorry… I’m just feelin a bit… tired all of a sudden…” Ajax slurred as he put down the cup. “I should… probably…” He could hardly finish his sentence as his eyes started to flutter. Seeing this Mr Jenkins got up from his seat to grab Ajax, making sure he didn’t fall to the floor. “Heyyy… whaaat’re youuu…” His words and mind trailed off as his body went limp, losing consciousness.

Jenkins knew he didn’t have long. The sedative might’ve knocked him out but it wouldn’t be for long. A big guy like Ajax would probably begin to wake in about an hour or so tops meaning he had to work fast. Jenkins used what little strength he had to move Ajax off the kitchen chair as gently as possible before dragging his sleeping body down the hallway and into the bedroom.

Right away Jenkins got to work. He started by unlocking the hidden safe he kept in his closet and pulled out a very old looking piece of paper. Written on it were instructions. Instructions for a forbidden magic spell that’d been passed down through his family for generations. One that’d been used many times by his spiritual ancestors. A body swapping spell.

He set up everything he needed like candles before making a circle out of magic runes around himself and Ajax. Once that was done he took a sedative himself, one that was slightly stronger and was likely to kick in very soon so there was no time to waste. He got in position and took a deep breath before taking the paper once again and reading out the ancient incantation inscribed on it. Speaking the forbidden words with as much chest as he could, trying not to lose his focus as he noticed the runes around them both begin to glow. His old heart beating faster with anticipation until finally he reached the last line.

He shouted those final words to complete the spell and in an instant the runes glowed brighter than ever before, creating some kind of magical bubble around the two men. Yet before Jenkins could even celebrate his success his body began to convulse and moments later his soul was forced out through his mouth as a glowing blue mass, leaving his elderly body limp and lifeless. This was shortly followed by the unconscious Ajax writhing around as well until a similar blue mass of spiritual energy was forced out of his mouth too!

The two energies twirled around one another for a moment until they formed into a ghostly version of the people they belonged to. A ghostly Ajax who seemed lost for words and a ghostly Mr Jenkins who was grinning at him maliciously, knowing what was going to happen next. Magic continued to pulse around the pair as their spiritual forms began to transform. Mr Jenkins’ ghost started to look younger and hunkier by the second while Ajax’s ghost grew older and withered. Only coming to an end when their souls had completely transformed into one another!

Now that Jenkins had become Ajax in soul, the only thing left was to take his physical body. After the transformation was complete their souls returned to their orb like states, spinning around each other again before launching into the open mouths of the opposite bodies they started in.

With that the magic of the spell dissipated without a trace, leaving nothing but silence. For about ten minutes anyway as that’s when ‘Ajax’ began to stir.

He groaned. His body felt heavy and tired due to the sedatives that were in his system. Yet the moment he caught sight of his body, his eyes shot open with wonder. “Haha! Yes it worked! It actually fucking worked!” Jenkins shouted and raved as he reached down to feel the strong pecs underneath his shirt with a malicious grin.

The young stud practically leapt onto his feet with excitement, moving faster and more freely than he had in years! He wasted no time in whipping off his shirt and dumping it on the floor so he could get a better look at his body and he wasn’t disappointed. “Jesus this boy is in good shape.” He mumbled as he ran a hand down the cobbled abs that decorated his stomach. “I was nowhere near as buff as this the last time I was this young.” He added, while flexing his new biceps for the first time and watching with wonder as the muscle peaked. “Fuuuck… I feel so strong!”

Every inch of his body was bulging with powerful muscle. All of it waiting to be flexed and groped. And that’s exactly what he did. Running his hands up and down his entire frame as he kicked off Ajax’s shorts. Squeezing his new pecs and pinching his nipples. Kissing his biceps as they bulged. Flexing his glutes and loving just how tight his new muscle ass felt. Not to mention how taut his skin was now. “God I’m sooo young!” He moaned as he grabbed his crotch. His new and improved cock already standing at attention and waiting to be used. “Gotta… cum!”

Jenkins shimmied down his underwear to set his vigorous new dick free. It looked gorgeous. He never thought he’d see a cock this beautiful in person ever again. And it was his! So thick and imposing just like the rest of his body. Without a single thought he wrapped a hand around it and started jerking while continuing to groping himself with his free hand.

“Oh fuuuuuuckkk! I haven’t been this rock hard in decades!” He bit his lip, pumping his young fat cock more furiously than he had in years while cupping his muscle tits and feeling their weight sit in his hand. Worshipping himself as much as humanly possible whilst moaning in his deep yet youthful voice. The sound of which only turned him on even more.

With the tremendous speed at which he was jerking, he could already tell he was starting to get close. His heavy new balls were welling up with a huge potent load. But he needed to see himself before he came. And so he glanced around the room until his eyes landed on a small mirror sitting on the bedside table. He made his way over and flipped it around to face him and the reflection that stared back almost made him cream on the spot.

“Holy fuck! I’m a hunk! My hair is so dark… and my face is so fuckin sexy!” It was taking his brain a moment to process it all. The unfamiliar reflection of a different man. He inspected the short beard that decorated his face, rubbing a hand across it while getting a feel for his new jaw. Allowing his fingers to gently glide across his lips and over his nose. Relishing how smooth his skin was. Hardly a wrinkle in sight. He inspected each individual feature with a growing lust.

“I’m Ajax…” He muttered to himself. Feeling a shiver of delight run up his spine as he said those words.

“I’m Ajax!” He repeated the claim, louder this time as he took a step back to really focus on his cock. Tightening his grip around it before hastening his pace. The thick manhood began to dribble significant amounts of precum from its tip. Just the feeling of it was overwhelming his senses in a way he hadn’t experienced in a long time. Youthful lust consuming him.

“I’M AJAX!!!” He shouted one final time with certainty and the second he did the floodgates opened. His cock was like a cum hose, firing his potent seed halfway across the room in powerful bursts. All while he moaned like a horny beast. “Ohhhhhhh Yeahhhhhhh…” He made sure to squeeze every last drop out of his dick, watching with satisfaction as it pulsed and leaked.

The new Ajax fell back onto the bed behind him in exhaustion. Laying out his model of a body in all its sweaty glory after the hottest and most intense orgasm of his life. “My fuckin… body now…” he grunted between laboured breaths. After that he was certain he had no regrets.

He sat back up after a couple minutes once he’d caught his breath before looking down at his new body again. Eyes scanning over the strong muscle he’d stolen for himself. His gaze then shifted across the room, peering over at his former body. “Probably got a couple hours before he wakes up after that sedative.” He theorised. “More than enough time to get a bit more familiar with my new self before going to see my new boyfriend.” Ajax snickered.

Just then however his nose caught a whiff of a strong manly scent. A scent that very quickly drew his nose towards his own sweaty armpits. “Woof! That is ripe!” He quickly went in for another sniff before running his tongue along his damp pit. “Uhooo that’s goood.” Not wasting any time he quickly switched to the other pit, sniffing and licking that one too. Instantly having fallen in love with his own musk. And who could blame him!? He smelt like a proper manly muscle stud! “I should probably still get a shower before seeing Eric… but until then I’m gonna enjoy this.” He grinned.

———

“And once I was more familiar with this body, I got dressed again and made my way back here. That’s when I apologised to you in his place.” The new Ajax finished, having detailed most of what’d happened to the former Ajax as he and Eric sat side by side on the bed. He seemed sincere about it all but it was hard for Eric to tell while Ajax’s dick was still pulsing at full mast. He even touched it a couple times absentmindedly while describing what’d happened.

It was a lot for Eric to take in. Even though he’d been thinking about it over these past few days, actually hearing Ajax admit that he wasn’t the real Ajax was maddened to hear. Especially as he detailed exactly how it’d gone down. On one hand it sounded completely absurd. Yet on the other hand he couldn’t help believing it. There was no denying that Ajax had a completely different energy around him now. Even though he looked the same on the outside, he’d just felt different. And now Eric knew why.

“So… you’re Mr Jenkins. The old man who’s lived across from us for years.” Eric said as he tried to process it all.

“I was Mr Jenkins.” The musclebound stud corrected. “Now I’m your hunky boyfriend Ajax.” He smiled hesitantly before gently wrapping an arm around Eric and pulling him closer. “The difference being that I actually appreciate you and this life we have unlike the former owner of this body.”

Eric mulled over all the stuff this man had described to him, specifically all the horrible things his original boyfriend had said when he wasn’t around. He had to admit it sounded exactly like the Ajax he knew. At least when it came to complaining about all those little things anyway. But all those horrible names? The way he blamed Eric for everything? It made him wanna cry.

“But wait. How do you know so much about Ajax and me then?? Have you been spying on us all these years?” Eric questioned.

Ajax chuckled at the accusation. “No no no. Nothing like that. If anything I’ve tried to keep my distance from you two. I always thought you were a hot couple and I was a little obsessed with Ajax’s body. That said I didn’t want to seem like the creepy neighbour you know?” He explained before continuing on. “No, the reason I know so much is because the swap also transfers a bunch of memories as well. It was really strange at first. I was remembering things about Ajax that I’d never experienced despite my memories claiming I had. Like the first time I went skiing a few years back and ended up falling dozens of times before getting right. I know that I didn’t do that but because the old Ajax did, it feels like I did it as well. Same goes for most other memories. It’s pretty handy for convincing people that I’m the real deal honestly. Hell it took you about five days to figure it out and that was after that asshole came here screaming and shouting about body swaps!” He laughed again while pulling Eric closer joyously.

“Fuck… I don’t know what to say.” Eric mumbled. “Part of me wants to feel bad that you trapped him in your old body but at the same time he’d been turning into such an asshole recently. If he really said all that stuff about me to you then… I dunno” He sighed, hiding his face in his palms. “I wanna be mad at you for tricking me and pretending to be him but…”

“But I’m better?” Ajax finished. “A better man than he ever was?” He got up and stood tall over Eric with a cocky yet irresistible look on his face. Putting his hands on his hips while proudly displaying his nude body. “Come on. Haven’t these last few days been proof enough of that?”

“Y-yeah.” Eric admitted. “These last few days have been amazing. You’re kinder than he was, more considerate, funnier, happier…” his gaze then shifted to his boyfriend's fat cock, still bucking between his legs excitedly. “Better at sex…”

“Exactly! Don’t you see? This is for the best!” Ajax claimed as he took a step closer. “I get to have a strong, handsome new body and you get a boyfriend who treats you the way you deserve to be treated.” He placed a hand gently on Eric’s cheek. “And fucks you the way you deserve to be fucked.” A thick glob of precum dribbled from his cock, making him feel like such a stud.

Eric did his best not to drool at the sight, trying to keep a level head in the moment. “I… uhmm…” He took a deep breath to compose himself. “But you stole most of his life. Isn’t that wrong?” He shuffled slightly while trying to look at the moral side of all this.

Ajax smiled softly. “Look. You said it yourself, the old Ajax was an asshole. He was horrible to you and was probably going to continue being horrible to other people. Do you really think a person like that deserved a body and life like this? Or you for that matter?” The body snatcher argued. “Besides at the end of the day what’s done is done. The spell I used is a once in a lifetime kinda deal. I couldn’t swap with him again or anyone else even if I wanted. I’m Ajax forever now. Full stop.”

Eric took a moment to let it all sink in. Part of him still wanted to feel bad but the other part of him was strangely grateful. Grateful that his cold hearted boyfriend had been switched out for a much superior version. It was a lot to take in but the more he thought about it, the more he began to imagine himself and staying with this new Ajax. No more constant arguing or toxicity. Instead being a happy and healthy couple that truly loves one another. And for the first time in a while Eric could actually see a possible future where he marries this man…

“Good.” Eric stated, standing up and facing Ajax with a glimmer in his eye that the other man couldn’t quite decipher. “You’re right. He didn’t deserve this body. But you fucking do.” He reached out and gave one of Ajax’s biceps a squeeze whilst planting a kiss on one of his pecs. “You deserve all of his muscles. You deserve his stupidly handsome face. And most of all you deserve his fat cock!” With one swift movement, Eric gripped Ajax’s throbbing dick, causing the hunk to flinch and grunt slightly. Then without a moment to waste he pushed Ajax back down onto the bed. The stud looked equal parts surprised and amused.

“Ohoho! Where did this come from??” He questioned after witnessing the sudden shift in Eric’s attitude. Not that he was complaining as he watched Eric swiftly begin to undress.

“What can I say? The thought of the pervy old man from across the street stealing my boyfriend’s hot young body is starting to turn me on.” Discarding the last of his clothes, Eric hopped onto the bed before crawling on top of Ajax until that thick cock he loved so much as nestled perfectly between his ass cheeks. Did he still feel bad for the original Ajax? A little. But if what his new boyfriend said was true then there was no going back anyway. But even if they could, why would he want to go back to having a terrible boyfriend that was probably going to dump him when he could have this instead?

Ajax grinned. “Well I certainly ain’t old anymore.” He reached down and grabbed his stiff manhood and lined it up with Eric’s hungry hole. “I’m young, dumb and full. of. cum.” With that he plunged his cock deep inside causing the couple to let out a unified groan.

“Oh GOD yes!” Eric wailed just as he always did when he took that dick and even more so these last few days. Resting his hands on Ajax’s hairy pecs as he tossed his head back, feeling the entire length filling him up.

“Pervy on the other hand? Maybe just a little.” The hunk continued with a smirk before grabbing his lover’s head and pulling his face down until Eric’s nose went into one of Ajax’s pits. Forcing Eric to get a good whiff of his hunky scent while Ajax began moving his hips slightly.

“Mmmmmmmm… yeahhh!” Eric moaned as he finally pulled away from the sweaty pit. “I wish you’d done that sooner. I’ve always had a thing for his musk but he never let me smell his pits like that…”

“Heheh. I thought about it but I didn’t wanna give myself away.” Ajax admitted while reaching down and grabbing Eric's ass with both hands, using his strength to bounce the other man rhythmically on his cock. “But now that you know, I can share all my dirty little secrets with you.”

“Oh? Secrets like what?” Eric wondered.

A mischievous grin spread across Ajax’s face. “Well. I said that I couldn't use that spell to swap with anyone again. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t use it…” He continued thrusting upwards into the bouncing ass above, feeling that tight hole clenching around his cock with desire. “Not that you have to if you’re happy the way you are. But I’m just saying… it’s an option.”

Eric almost couldn’t believe it. Swapping bodies with someone else? Already his mind was swarming with possibilities. He wasn’t sure if he actually wanted to give up his own body or not but he had to admit the idea of becoming someone else sounded thrilling! A celebrity? An athlete? Or maybe even just a hot guy he happens to pass by on the street!? The potential was limitless. “I’ll certainly keep that in mind…”

With that the couple lent in and gave each other a deep kiss before really getting to business. Eric grinding his ass down against Ajax’s dick while the other man use all of his might to thrust up as far as he could. Before long they found themselves manuvouring onto their sides with Ajax now taking up most of the responsibility. Slamming in as deep as possible to make sure he really punished Eric’s prostate with every thrust. But finally they ended up changing positions again with Eric face down on the bed, gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, as Ajax plunged down into him from above. Utilising every ounce of power his strong jock body had to ruin his lover's welcoming hole. The wet sound of balls smacking filling the room along with seemingly endless moaning until Ajax’s load finally began to well up.

“Ohhh fuck! I’m gonna BLOW!” He warned as his thrusts became infrequent followed by a lengthy groan as he slammed down one last time.

Right away Eric could feel his insides being splattered with seed. The walls of his ass were painted in so much thick cum that it started to leak out around Ajax’s cock and drip onto the bed below before he’d even had a chance to pull out.

After a minute or so Ajax wetly dislodged himself from the hole before collapsing to the side of Eric. “You have no idea how good it feels to have sex like that again.” He mumbled through heavy breaths. “Last time I was this young, being out and gay wasn’t so simple. I found it difficult to get hook ups, never mind relationships…”

Eric smiled, looking over at his boyfriend as he felt the cum drooling from his hole. “All the more reason to make up for it now right?” He guided a cheeky hand towards Ajax’s backside before giving his gorgeous bubble ass a playful squeeze. “You know I always wondered what it would be like to stick my cock inside his ass for a change.” He hinted. “The old Ajax always said he was an exclusive top who never wanted anything near his ass… This newer, and obviously far superior, Ajax wouldn’t happen to have a slightly different opinion on that now would he?”

Ajax was silent for a moment. He mulled over what Eric was so obviously hinting towards before turning his head slightly and letting out a small sigh. “Fine. But get plenty of lube. You’re really gonna have to work me open. It’s gonna be a tight squeeze.”

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Appreciating it

(Original story posted September 28th 2023) Minor edits and corrections

It’d been a week now and Liam still couldn’t come to terms with what had happened. He always had a feeling that his younger brother Jack was jealous of him but he never could’ve imagined it would go as far as this.

Throughout their entire lives growing up, Jack had indeed been jealous. At first it was just because Liam was always bigger than him. But that was only natural with Liam being the older of the two. But as they grew into adults that jealousy only continued to grow and fester as it became clear that Liam simply got a better mix of their parents genetics. Always being able to grow a better beard and more body hair than his younger brother. Always being seen as the more handsome brother. So much so that Liam was always getting attention from women left, right and centre while Jack got little more than pity. But the thing that really pushed Jack over the edge was when Liam came out as gay! He had all that manliness to attract the kinds of chicks Jack could only dream of pulling and Liam wasn’t even interested in them!

Somehow Jack had managed to get his hands on this strange amulet and one morning, as Liam got up to make breakfast, Jack used the amulet to switch their bodies! In an instant Liam found himself in his younger brother's small skinny body while Jack grinned seeing that he now owned his older brother's bigger, stronger and hairier body instead. Immediately Liam began to freak out at the situation but Jack couldn’t even hide how happy he was that his plan had been a success.

“Sorry bro but this body and its potential was being wasted on a homo like you.” He claimed before flexing his biceps a little and admiring his chest hair. “You had all those hot chicks nipping at your heels and all you wanted to do was fuck other dudes when you coulda been fucking soooo much pussy.” Jack berated, clearly irritated by how he believed Liam wasn’t living up to his full potential. “I know you’re my brother but… faggots like you don’t eserve strong manly bodies like this. They should be used by real men like me. Straight men who appreciate what it was meant for. Plowing pussy!” He smirked victoriously while crossing his arms over his new hairy chest.

Naturally Liam argued against this, calling his brother insane for what he’d done and what he was saying. Screaming at him that it was wrong. He even tried to reactivate the amulet that Jack had used to swap them but it was one time use and was all out of juice. Despite this Liam continued to shout and berate his younger brother about what he’d done and why he’d done it, saying they had to find a way to switch back. But Jack was having none of it.

In one swift movement Jack pinned Liam against the wall with his new strength and sneered. “Look. This isn’t your body anymore bitch. It’s mine. And in a minute I’m gonna get your friend Veronica to come down. I know she’s had a crush on you for a while. Huge fucking tits that you never appreciated. But don’t worry I’ll be using your hands to grab those tits and that fat ass of hers too by the end of the night.” A sinister grin spread across his face as he imagined it. “And if you even think of telling her about the swap, I’ll go right back to the place I got that amulet from and get something that’ll guarantee you won’t be a problem again.” He threatened ominously.

Later that day Veronica indeed showed up after a quick phone call and Liam had to bite his tongue as he watched Jack with her. Using his stolen body to slide closer to her. Eventually telling her that he didn’t think he was gay after all and wanted to explore a little. Liam had been praying Veronica wouldn’t go for it but to his horror he soon watched as his own stolen body began making out with her. Even cringing as he watched his former cock start to get hard as the kiss deepened. Liam didn’t want to believe it but his former body was now acting like horny straight guy now that his brother was in the driver's seat. He didn’t see what happened after that as the two retreated to what was now Jack’s room to continue. But of course Jack made sure to tell Liam all about it afterwards.

“Fuck you should’ve seen her bro. Practically shoving her tits in my face at one point while she massaged my cock with her ass. She kept saying how happy she was that I wasn’t gay because of how wet I always made her before giving me the greatest tit job of my life! And you’d better believe I ate out her pussy afterwards while she moaned about how good my beard felt.” He would taunt relentlessly. “Had to stop myself from breeding her pussy afterwards. I don’t think I’m ready to knock someone up just yet. I don’t think she would’ve stopped me if I tried, though with how horny she looked for me.”

And that’s how it’d been for the past week. Almost every night Jack had brought someone home. It was usually Veronica but he’d had a few other girls over as well. And every time he’d taunt Liam about it. Telling him that his manly body was finally being used for its real purpose. Not that Liam needed to be told when the fucking was so loud he could hear it from anywhere in the house. Listening as Jack slammed his stolen cock deep into some wet pussy, living the dream of every straight man with the stolen body of his gay brother. And as his balls slapped against her with every thrust, Jack would think to himself that this was how things were supposed to be and this was how they were going to stay.

All the while Liam suffered in silence while watching his brother turn his former body into a typical straight bro who never shuts up about tits and pussy. His reputation as a gay guy was already ruined as news spread about him ‘going straight’. Liam could only pray he somehow figures out where Jack got that amulet from before he ends up using that body to get someone pregnant. If he can find it at all…

[marcusspace]

No Guts, No Glory

It didn't take long for me to find my older brother-- he was sitting alone at one of the cafe tables, completely withdrawn into his own world. Despite being four years older than me, few people ever guessed that Hank was the older brother. He closely resembled Mom, with a short stature and an eternal babyface. I was the opposite, taking after Dad's massive height and broad shoulders. I know it was something that always bothered him, though he'd gotten better about hiding his irritation as we grew older. With any luck, I'd be able to use that to my advantage.

"Thanks again for agreeing to meet me here," I said, sitting down across from him. "I know you're probably busy with work and all, but I think if--"

He looked up at me, and I found myself trailing off mid-thought. "Ryan," he said, folding his hands in front of him, "get to the point. I only have an hour for my lunch break, and we both know you're trying to butter me up for some sort of ridiculous request. What do you want from me?"

"Guilty as charged," I said, smiling at him. I pulled out the portfolio I had assembled while I launched into my explanation. "Okay, well... you know how I got that scholarship at UCLA for football. The thing is-- and I'd never tell Dad this-- but I fucking hate football. I'm good at it, sure, but only because of these ridiculous genetics. Also hard work at the gym," I added, seeing him roll his eyes, "but you can't deny genetics played a large role. The thing is, I'd rather try my hand at modeling. But I don't have the face for it. Not like you."

Hank looked closer at the portfolio pages I had spread across the table. "These photos... these are all me. Are you trying to catfish a modeling career? If you think you can convince me to take a sudden career change--"

"I'm trying to convince you to agree to a body swap," I said, cutting him off. I took advantage of his stunned silence to pull out the one photo of me that I had placed in the portfolio. "You haven't seen the muscle I've put on since you left for college. You've always wanted to be the hyper-masculine brother. Me? I want to be approachable. I can't do that with this body. Not as easily as you could."

He looked at me, and I knew from the look in his eyes that I had a chance. "Suppose a body swap is even possible. Are you really giving up your college years for a chance at a modelling career? That's a hell of a longshot, Ryan."

I shrugged. "No guts, no glory. I know I could make it big if I had your body. Besides, even if I fall short... in your body, I can live the life that I want. I... I'm gay, Hank. No one ever lets me bottom. And I know it's a ridiculous problem to complain about, especially to you, but... I don't want all of this anymore," I said, groping my pecs. "But you? You've wanted it for years. I know you have."

Hank folded his hands together as he stared off into the distance. "If anyone else had come to me with a story like this, I would have left ages ago," he said, continuing to stare at the wall behind me. "You've always worn your heart on your sleeve, though. You're too honest to lie. Or too stupid, I've never quite been sure." He smiled at me, and I smiled back at him. "I suppose if you did take my body, the first thing you'd do is quit my job. I haven't even been there for two weeks yet, so no big loss there. After that... we have the same family, we know enough about each other's friends to keep the awkward interactions to a minimum... I can't believe I'm considering this. Alright. How do we do this?"

I would have hugged him if there hadn't been a table in the way. "I'll let my friend know that you've agreed," I said, trembling with excitement. "We both have to be fully willing in order for this to work, and he'll probably want to make sure we both understand it's a permanent swap, but... yeah. We're actually doing this."

It took a few days before Carlos was available to switch our bodies, and I was worried that Hank would change his mind. To my relief, I think he might have been more excited than I was. Learning to respond to a new name has been a hell of a learning curve, but aside from that, it's been a dream. I was able to land a few local advert jobs, and from there I've been able to network my way into better gigs. Today was the first job that felt like actual modeling work, and I couldn't be happier. Hank's body has been perfect for this career, just as I had hoped. And to my surprise, everyone has been super supportive.

I was curious how my brother was going to handle having to repeat college, and it turns out he just plans to retake all of the same classes. Our parents were surprised when Hank-- well, Ryan-- changed his major to computer science, but I think he's done a pretty good job of playing off the new behavior. People kind of expect teenagers to reinvent themselves in college, so that definitely helped.

I made sure to go to the gym with him for the first two weeks. We got a ton of odd looks from people wondering why an absolute twink was giving instructions to someone twice his size, but I needed to make sure he wasn't getting set up for failure. Not that I expected him to get a lot of playtime as a second string freshman, but his scholarship was tied to his ability to stay in shape. He always hated football when we were younger, but I think Hank-- ah, dammit. I think Ryan is learning to appreciate it in his new massive frame.

His personality hasn't really changed, but now it comes across as a stoic resolve rather than awkward shyness like it used to. And me, people are a lot less suspicious of my non-stop social energy and endless small talk now that I don't have the ability to crush their head in my arms. Just look at my old body. No one ever expected me to be friendly.

And yeah, sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to go to college. But you can't make an omelet without cracking some eggs, you know? Besides, it's not like I traded away all of my youth. Four years isn't that much, and I still get to live it up on the weekends. It was a huge gamble for both of us, but the results speak for themselves. It's been glorious.

[marcusspace]

The Window

The thirst wakes me first.

It’s the middle of the night, and my mouth is bone-dry, my skin fever-hot. I sit up in bed, heart pounding, and fumble for the glass of water on the nightstand. The first gulp is relief. The second is dread.

It’s time.

Every five years. Like clockwork. My body goes into what I call possession withdrawal—a high fever that won’t break until someone, anyone, takes control of me. And when they do, I’m still there, fully conscious, but powerless. Just a passenger in my own skin.

I glance at the clock—3:17 AM. Outside, the farm is silent except for the hum of crickets and the whisper of wind through the fields. My son, Theo, is asleep down the hall. He flew in from LA a week ago, all lanky limbs and city-boy skepticism, thinking this was just a summer visit with his old man.

God, I hope he says yes.

---

It started when I was 23, backpacking through Southeast Asia.

Some guy in a village in Laos—skinny, with a grin too wide for his face—kept pestering me. "What’s it like?" he asked, poking my bicep like I was a piece of meat. "So much muscle. So strong."

I laughed it off, tried to be polite. But when he started following me, whispering about "trying on a foreign body," I booked it. Didn’t even look back.

Big mistake.

The guy muttered something that sounded like an incantation. Next thing I knew, my skin was crawling, my vision flickering. Then—snap—I was shoved into the backseat of my own skull.

For two weeks, I watched through my own eyes as he haggled at markets, slurped noodles, even flirted with a German backpacker in Chiang Mai. All while I screamed silently behind the glass. He only jumped ship in Bangkok, dumping me back into control just in time to stumble onto my flight home.

I told myself it was heatstroke. Bad mushrooms.

Then, five years later, during a pickup football game, my buddy Mike tackled me hard. I was already burning up, but I’d promised I’d come. Didn’t want to flake.

The second he landed on top of me, knee in my ribs—whoosh. Like a vacuum seal breaking. Suddenly, Mike was in me, his panic ricocheting through my skull as I got shoved aside.

"Dude? DUDE?!" his voice echoed in my head.

"Fuck, not again," I thought back, weirdly calm.

After that, I figured it out: Every five years, the "window" opens. If I don’t let someone in, I’m stuck with a raging fever. But if I do? They get to enjoy being me, and I get relief.

Over the years, I learned to manage it. My buddies took turns. Some treated it like a party trick—flexing my arms in the mirror, marveling at my strength. Others didn’t last an hour, disturbed by my voice echoing inside their heads.

I never told my family. What was I supposed to say? Hey honey, want to hop into my body for a bit so I don’t feel like I’m dying? Yeah, no.

Maybe that secret was part of why Marissa left. Not the only reason, I’m sure. But it didn’t help.

Now, at 57, my options were slim. Mike moved to Australia. Dave died in a freak accident. Everyone else drifted away. That left Theo.

My son. Twenty-two, visiting the farm for the first time in three years. We got along fine, but fine wasn’t close. He’d inherited Marissa’s skepticism and my stubbornness—a hell of a combo. But he was old enough now.

And if he said no? Well, I’d sweat through my sheets alone.

---

I waited until breakfast. Pancakes—his favorite. Syrup pooled on the plate as I cleared my throat.

"Theo," I said. "There’s something I need to tell you."

He smirked, mouth full. "You’re dying?"

"Not quite." I laid it out—the fever, the window, the possession.

His fork clinked against the plate. "Bullshit."

"I wish."

"You’re either fucking with me, or you’ve finally lost it."

I stood up. "C’mere."

He followed me into the living room, wariness written all over his face. I took his wrist—long fingers, faint ink stains from his sketchbook—and pressed his palm to my chest.

"Push."

He raised an eyebrow but complied.

Nothing at first. Then—

His hand sank into me. Not bloody. Not gory. Like warm water. Like dipping into something alive.

Theo yanked back, staring at his hand like it had betrayed him. "Holy shit."

"Yeah."

He backed away, hands in his hair. "This is insane. This is—no. No way."

"You don’t have to decide now," I said. "The window’s open. Two weeks. If you don’t… well, I’ll be upstairs cooking in my own skin."

Theo didn’t respond. Just stared.

---

Days passed. The fever hit hard—chills, dry mouth, the whole miserable routine. I sweated through my sheets on the couch, blankets damp. Theo hovered like I was radioactive.

He’d sneak glances. Once, he sat beside me, hands clasped.

"Does it hurt?" he asked.

"Not once they’re in," I rasped.

"And you’re just… there?"

"Yep. Watching. Front row."

He winced. "Jesus. That’s messed up."

"Tell me about it."

---

One morning, I woke up to movement.

Not mine.

My arms were already swinging my legs out of bed. My fingers rubbed sleep from my eyes. My lungs drew a deep, easy breath—no fever, no ache.

And in the back of my skull, faint but unmistakable: Oh my God. Oh my GOD.

Theo’s voice. Inside me.

He’d done it.

I settled back, a passenger again, as Theo took his first shaky steps toward the mirror.

He stared hard, mouth parted slightly, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Ran my hands down my chest, over the stubble on my jaw, the lines in my forehead. Then he grinned. Tilted my head. Flexed an arm and whistled softly.

"Shit, Dad," he said aloud, admiring my reflection. "You really don’t make ‘57’ look bad."

---

Theo dove into the experience. Worked the farm like he’d never left it—hauling hay, fixing fences, even wrestling with the tractor when it stalled. He’d pause to touch my chest hair, roll a shoulder, run a thumb over my calluses like they were foreign artifacts.

His own body had been wiry, smooth. This? This was armor. This was power.

Then came Friday.

He drove my truck into town, walked into the bar like he belonged there. A woman sat alone at the counter—late thirties, dark hair, tired eyes. He bought her a drink. They talked.

I kept quiet, listening. He was smoother than I expected—laughing at the right moments, leaning in just enough.

Two hours later, they were in my bed.

I’d seen buddies fumble through sex in my body. But Theo? He moved like he’d been waiting for this. Slow at first—my rough hands on her thighs, tracing lines with my thumbs. Then firmer. Confident.

"You good?" he asked her, breath warm against her neck.

She nodded, shy smile on her lips.

"Use your words."

"Yes."

He smirked—my smirk, sharper now—and flipped her onto her stomach. One hand on her wrist, the other tugging her hips back. She gasped, and I felt it—the thrill coursing through Theo as her body responded to his.

When he paused, breath ragged, and said, "Condom’s coming off," it wasn’t a question.

"Yeah?" she asked, flushed.

"Yeah. Unless you say no."

She didn’t.

Bare, he slid in again—and froze. Just breathed. Felt everything. Then he gripped her tighter, dragged her back against him, hand on her belly like he needed to feel every inch.

"Fuck," he growled, "you take it so good."

She whimpered, and Theo snapped. His pace brutal, the bed slamming the wall. Her cries muffled into pillows, my body groaning with every thrust.

When they came, he didn’t roll off. Just pulled her back against him, chest to her back, fingers splayed over her hip.

"You alright?" he whispered.

She nodded, breathless. Theo kissed her shoulder, soft. "You’re fucking incredible."

She laughed, kissed him back. I stayed quiet, stunned. Not by what he did. By how easy it was for him to be me. To own me.

---

By the last day, I could feel it—the window closing. Not fever. Just pressure. A door inching shut.

"You should get ready to jump," I told him.

He shrugged. "I’m good."

"Seriously, Theo. We don’t know what happens if you stay."

"So I get stuck a couple years. Big deal."

He sounded so casual. Too casual.

That evening, I begged. "Theo, now. Get out. Please."

Then his phone buzzed. The woman. Come over.

He grinned, pulling on jeans.

"You don’t have time!" I snapped.

He didn’t answer.

I panicked. Pushed—whatever part of me was still there. For a second, I felt him waver. Like he lost his footing.

Then he shoved back.

Hard.

It was like falling backward off a cliff—then, thud.

I hit the floor.

My floor. My house.

But not my body.

I looked up. My own face stared down at me. Eyes wide—then narrowing into a smirk. Theo flexed my arm, rolled my shoulder.

"Theo," I said. My voice too light, too high. "What the hell just happened? Am I—?"

"You?" he said, laughing. "Yeah. You are now."

I scrambled up and lunged at him. Hit solid muscle. No sinking. Just impact.

Theo didn’t budge. He adjusted my shirt, grabbed the keys.

"Wait—Theo!"

He paused at the door. "Relax, Dad. It’s only two years."

Then he was gone. The screen door slammed. The truck roared.

I stood there. In his body. Alone.

Breath shaking, I stumbled into the hallway mirror. My reflection stared back—wide, dark eyes, sharp cheekbones, mussed dark hair Young. So young.

"Theo is me," I whispered.

"And I… I get to be Theo now?"

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. My mouth. His voice.

I froze.

A slow, involuntary smirk curled across my face.

I raised a hand—long, smooth, uncalloused fingers—and ran it over my chest, down my sides. My torso was lean and firm beneath my T-shirt. No paunch, no scars. No aches in the joints. My skin buzzed under my touch like it had just woken up.

I couldn’t help it. I pulled off the shirt and stared.

Toned, smooth, hairless. Tight abs. Small nipples. Clean lines.

I turned, admiring the definition in my arms, the graceful slope of my back, the taut curve of my ass beneath the waistband of borrowed boxer briefs.

Tingles of something—panic? relief? excitement?—rippled through me, settling low in my gut.

I took a breath. Grinned wider.

"Fuck," I whispered. "I’m Theo now."

And God help me, I liked it.

[marcusspace]

Waking Up As a Stranger

Joey:

“What the— where am I?”

The last thing I can remember was right before falling down a flight of stairs. This guy and I bumped into eachother and ended up tumbling down… and then I think I blacked out…

Actually the more I think about it— I remember the dream I had right afterwards.

I was floating outside of my body… it so surreal seeing myself… and I saw the guy as well. Our bodies were on the ground together. So I panicked and rushed into my body….

But wait—where am I at right now? I feel kinda funny.

I look around and then this nice looking guy comes running over.

“Baby you’re awake!,” he says to me.

“Baby?”

“Yeah honey, it’s me your husband Jacob!”

“Husband?”

That’s when a doctor comes in and says, “Dr. Hasan! You’re awake!”

Wtf? Who is this guy saying he’s my husband and why did that doctor just call me a doctor— that’s when I notice my hands.

They’re big thick masculine hands covered with black hair. I look down and see my chest…

I have dark chest hairy…this isn’t my chest…

I run my fingers down it, this feels so unreal. Maybe I am still asleep?

“Oh I’m sorry Jacob, Pete maybe experiencing some slight amnesia. Good thing is that should wear off soon.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry for just coming in like that. I was just o excited to see that he woke up so quickly.”

“It’s okay! Just give him a second.”

The doctor and Jacob walk closer to the door. I close my eyes and say to myself softly, “wake up…”

“So what about that kid he bumped into? Is he okay?,” I hear Jacob ask.

Kid? Oh shit! They’re talking about me!

“Yes he’s okay! Left with his family 30 minutes ago, what’s strange is that he also had slight amnesia. Kept saying he knew me…”

“Huh, that’s really weird.”

My body’s gone??? And this guy— Pete, is in my key? That’s when I sit up and immediately see a mirror of myself. Only to confirm what I already knew— I’m the guy who I fell down the stairs with…

Hold on… that means that wasn’t a dream earlier… I floated into the wrong body!!!

I get out of bed and both the Doctor and Jacob rush over to me.

“Pete, take it slow,” says the doc.

“I’m feeling fine now, I want to go home,” I say to him.

“Pete baby, come on and listen to him,” says Jacob.

I sit back down and the Doc runs a bunch of tests on me.

What was strange was that he asked me personal questions— and somehow I knew this guys birthday and his parents names…

“Well he seems to be good, just take it easy today.”

We leave the hospital and we get to Jacob’s BMW X7. Nice car I thought…

I wanted to go find my body so bad but I knew that would be hard to do right now.

As we’re driving, Jacob grabs my hand and holds it firmly. I found it kinda comforting even if he’s a strange to me.

I study his face, he’s handsome. The kind of guy I’d hope to marry when I’m this age.

“You scared me today,” he said to me.

“Sorry,” I say back.

“It’s okay, I’m just happy you’re okay.”

We pull up to a giant beach front property. My eyes get huge… is this there house???

Don’t get me wrong my parents are well off but this kind of property in southern Florida is insane! So I guess this body is super rich!

We head inside and Jacob gets me to sit down on the couch.

I kick off my shoes and stair down at the big manly feet that now belong to me. I wiggle my toes and smirk at them.

I feel a slight amount of excitement rush through me. These feet are so hot and I control them…

I run my new hands around my thighs… shit… I wonder…

I open up my pants and I gasp! Surrounded by a lovely trimmed dark bush was thick cock sitting at around 6 inches in length soft.

Man, now that I want to try out! I close my pants as I hear Jacob come back up.

“So we are off for the week, obviously your work knows that after I talked to your boss.”

My work— I’m an orthopedic surgeon. I specialize in trauma and that guy earlier is one of my best buds… Wait! This guys memories are starting to come to me.

Lifts up my feet and sits down placing them on his lap.

He starts rubbing my feet and it feels so good. I watch him and notice something… I’m turned on right now.

Jacob lifts one foot up and kisses my toes. I bite my lip watching him…

I look down at his bare feet… fuck he has some sexy toes too. Actually a lot about him is sexy… his feet, legs, face, beard, the warmth in his smile, his dick…

Memories of being in bed with him rush through my mind…. Fuckkk… he’s so good in bed. Atleast that’s how Pete remembers…

Tbh in my actual body I’ve only dated one guy and I don’t even know if that even qualifies. It’s tough being a 19 year old scrawny guy who’s so unsure about the world. The only time I’ve ever hooked up with someone was from a sketchy one night Grindr hookup.

Kinda freaked me out…

But Jacob is sooo different from anything he’s kissing my feet and telling me how or Pete… idk that he’s so happy he gets to kiss them and how much he loves me.

“I love you too baby,” I say back to him.

I take my other foot and rub it on his crotch. He grins and says, “oh so you are feeling better.”

“Yeah I think so,” I say biting my lip.

He rubs his hands up my think hairy legs… I feel his hand reach into my pants and he grabs my dick.

“You’re so hard right now,” he says grasping it and gently jerking me.

“Well yeah I have a hot husband,” I say back.

He climbs over to me and pulls me in. We start making out.

I run my hands all over him and he pulls back.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

We both head to the bedroom kissing and taking off a piece of clothing every step.

I look over both of our naked bodies… his cock… my cock…

I’m a handsome Doctor with an incredible handsome husband. Maybe I don’t need to worry about finding my body today… or tomorrow…

We crash into the bed and now Jacob is all I’m thinking about…

He climbs on top of me and pulls lube out of the drawer.

He rubs it on my cock and his hole.

He leans down and says softly, “finger me baby.”

I gently insert two fingers into him and he lets out a moan. I finger his hole for a minute before he says, “I’m ready.”

Jacob grabs my cock and works it in. It’s so warm inside of him. Jacob does so much of the work, he’s literally riding my dick. I have my hand on his jerking him off.

Both of us are moaning, loudly!

We keep kissing and repeating I love you to one another. And right now , I do feel like I love him.

More flashback come back… oh god, Pete was having an affair with Jacob… why would he do that???

It’s been months since we’ve… that’s when all of there relationship rushed through my head…

A tear goes down my face and I say, “I love you so much Jacob!”

“I love you too Pete!”

Both of us moan loudly as we cum in unison. My pours so much cum into him while his dick gets all over my chest, hand, and face.

Both of us are panting and I taste his cum.

Jacob climbs off of me and curls into me. I wrap my arms around him and say, “I’m sorry.”

He looks a little confused.

“I’m sorry that I haven’t done that sooner with you. You’re my everything Jacob.”

He pulls me in closer.

“It’s okay, I’m sorry too. Maybe we can make up for that this week.”

“Well you wanna go to the beach or the pool?,” I say with a grin.

“I don’t care but let’s order out tonight.”

“Deal,” I say giving him a kiss.

Both of us go out of bed and head to the shower. We bathe together washing off our cum covered selves.

It’s so hot getting to rub soap on his cute hairy butt.

We dry off and grab a speedo out of my drawer.

I take a photo of myself really just admiring my new body. Gosh, I hope Pete doesn’t want his body back…

I walk outside and Jacob’s already laying out.

“Did you already jump in?,” I ask him.

“Yeah, couldn’t help it!”

Man, I can’t wait to fuck him again tonight!

Meanwhile…

Pete:

I was initially freaked out waking up in this body! But something about being 19 years old again is so sexy!

And I can actually just be single, not have to worry about work, or anything stressful.

Hell, with my knowledge and this youth— I’ll be an unstoppable doctor this round. And I’ll actually have time to party this round!

I pull off my shorts and touch the perky cute cock between my new legs. Ohhhh it’s so sensitive!

I pull off one of my socks and bring up the soft foot up to my face. I take a deep breath into my sole.

“Fuckkkk…”

I gingerly toy with my dick and pull out my phone. I redownload Grindr and set the location for the closest college university.

I wanna fuck a frat guy tonight!

As I gently tease my new dick, all I can think about is that I sure that Joey likes my body— because I want to keep his!

[marcusspace]

Great Shift- Bro Edition

Tanner:

Hi! My names Tanner and I just finished up my sophomore year of high school. I’m really excited to go back to school because the Great Shift shifted me into my big bro Ralph’s body.

You see last year was rough for me because I was constantly bullied for being smaller than most of the other guys. But not this time!

Not only am I much bigger in Ralph’s body but I heard a bunch of the guys shifted into younger bodies. Try giving me a swirly in the bathroom now!

Since it’s summer break, I’ve been spending a lot of time in the gym or at home exploring my new body. Let’s just say I’ve learned a lot about my new self. Especially, when I get to have some alone time.

My brother tries to bother me a lot but it’s easy to get him to go away. Not much he can do since he’s in my shrimpy body.

My favorite part about Ralph’s body is his feet. They are huge! He’s a size 11 which is so much bigger than my original size 9.

I’ve also been watching a lot of adult movies and learned that I can use my feet against my bullies. Just wait until I get one of those guys around these beauties. They’ll for sure leave me alone this year!

Simon:

Shifting into my little brother has been surprisingly awesome. Although I do miss my bigger body from time to time. My little bro has something going for him. Have you ever heard of a twink before?

Well my boyfriend loves my new body. He can’t seem to get enough of my boyish frame and my cute little butt. I mean could you blame him?

I love the way he picks me up with his bigger arms. He makes me feel safe. And this body has enough stamina to go a couple of rounds if you know what I mean. The best part is when my boyfriend plays with my nipples and cock. Both are so much more sensitive than my old body.

Every time he touches one of them I always have to let a little moan from all of the pleasure it gives me. I guess you can say I’m pretty satisfied with the Great Shift’s outcome.

Tyler:

You know what’s the most fun thing to do in my brother’s body? When I get home, I always rip off his sweaty clothes and rush to his bed. My favorite part is slowly taking off his socks and placing one up to my face to take in my scent from the day.

And as hard as I go in the gym you could imagine the smell his feet put off. I can’t seem to keep my hands off of myself.

My brother on the other hand has asked me several times to play loud music when I’m having my alone time with his body. But the thought of him hearing me only turns me on more. I love the sound his voice makes when I’m thrusting my new huge rod.

Poor guy he still has a couple of years before he moves out. But I’m going to make sure he knows just how much fun I’m having as him.

Andy:

Hi! My names Andy and this year will be my very first comic con. And I’m super excited because the Great Shift swapped me into my brothers body. And now I look even more like Peter Parker!!

His body is amazing and all of my friends are super jealous that I get to go as him.

The only thing that sucks is that my parents still have to drive me around. And even though I’m older now I still have to follow all of the rules that my parents had for me in my much younger body.

I even still have to take baths! Which sucks because I now barely fit the tub.

Although, I have been doing some exploring and learned that baths can be more fun than I ever imagined!

Being older is so cool because everyone seems to respect more. And I even won first place this year at Comic-Con with my spidey outfit.

My brothers annoyed with me because he thinks I’m making him look like a nerd. But I don’t care it’s my body now! And I get to decide what I want to do with it. And no little kid is going to tell me what I can or can’t do!

[marcusspace]

Getting Away with It Again

Read Part 1

I stormed over to the location of the pin, determined to prevent Jacob from get away with stealing an innocent persons life. When I arrived to the location knocking on the door the same hunky torso and legs greeted me from the image on my phone.

“Hey daddy. You came so fast I almost thought I’d have to take care of myself.” Jacob cooed at me in an affectionate way that would be uncharacteristic in his original body.

“Cut the crap Jacob. It’s just us and you can’t do this. Think about that poor kid stuck in my jail cell while you’re out here parading around in his hard earned life like a joke.”

“Why are you yelling? Get in here” the young college body yanked me inside the apartment before continuing his tirade.

“You have nothing to worry about there’s no proof anything happened and you should be grateful. I mean I gave up all my hard work and now you get to have my hot ass body. A ‘thank you’ would be nice?” each second he spoke he sauntered a smidge closer to me on the other side of the room.

“Dude this isn’t funny. I feel awful for the real Mark. He’s clearly lived a life being a good role model, something you likely don’t have any intent of maintaining!”

“Wow I’ve never realized how hot my body is” Jacob bit his new bodies’ supple bottom lip.

With one long step, Jacob used his strength to yank me closer again. One hand around my waist forcing me forward while the only swiftly guides its way up my neck to pull me in for a deep kiss. His shorter stature almost seeming cute at first but his frame being adorned by so much inflated muscle portraying a different image of a burly strong yet cute man. I didn’t think I was gay or anything before but that confidence was so intoxicating. The outside optics of a younger man in his 20s domineering a nearly equally buff 36 year old was so sexy too.

He used his tongue in masterful ways, exploring his own body in a way that silently conveyed a cockiness of its own.

I resigned to his motion. Sweet talking my mouth with his tongue it was intoxicating. I felt like I couldn’t say no. He was irresistible…I reciprocated pulling him in for a deeper kiss trying to match his cocky confidence.

His strength was equal to the one I currently possessed but he was just so alluring to trust and follow as he guided us to the bed in the studio apartment, simultaneously cutesy yet aggressively. He pushed me onto the bed and shockingly swift for his size jumped on top of me.

Looking up at “Mark’s” face had me in awe that someone so adorable could be so beefy and domineering. Before I nearly snapped back into my anger, my body became increasingly aroused by Jacob grinding his giant bubble butt on me.

I worked to resist the allure but fighting the immense pleasure was basically futile. I felt myself getting increasingly hard as Jacob began to undress me.

“I’ve always wanted to see if I was a good lay. I guess I’ll get to find out.” Jacob moaned in a sultry way as he flung off my pants revealing his formerly hard meat. It matched the impressive nature of the musculature I inherited from him during the swap.

He lined up perfectly for me to plow him hard. I took it as a sign to once again try to become the domineering one. As I began to enter the tight and warm space slowly, we moaned in near unison. Mark’s body continued casting its unspoken magic. He was so tight but made me crave more as I inched my way in deeper. I began to thrust causing his moans to become more tinged with pain. A giggle began to escape his mouth but I played it off. Then everything became darker and several flashes of light happened….not again.

I opened my eyes I don’t remember shutting and feeling the same energy from my thrusts but this was different. I felt pleasure but also pressure. I looked down and right below my eye line was gargantuan slabs of muscular pecs but below was that devilish grin from this morning on Jacob’s face once again. It quickly disappeared as he lifted the only article of clothing up with one hand to show off his real body.

He swiftly ripped off his shirt with one hand and place the other around my as he continued the motion I started. Before I knew it he flipped me around and met me with the animosity I had been seeing in his eyes. I didn’t know if Mark had been gay when he inhabited this body but this new form I inhabited took everything like a champ. Everything felt new and euphoric maybe because it was by definition but eventually I sank into the moment and let Jacob have his way with my body.

“Unhhhh. Uhhhh.” Moans escaped my new surprising me at the new way they registered in my new throat. That was too much for selfish Jacob who wanted to have all the fun for himself. One moment I shut my eyes to let him go as I reached a symphonic eruption but before I could I was back to initiating thrusts. He swapped us again?!?

“UHHHHHHHHHH” Jacob uttered as a steamy stream released from below me. His devilish grin returned as he scooped some off of his bouncing chest to lick it clean.

“Knowing me, I gotta be close.” He swiftly moved again this time jumping up, forcing me to catch him and continue the motion standing while holding his beefy legs up. I didn’t think I could but Jacob’s body was so strong.

Jacob’s eruption felt different. It felt like I needed to exert more energy, go faster, harder, or I’d never get there. I began panting as Jacob in Mark’s body alternated between moans and recognizing the patterns of his old body.

“That’s enough I got it from here Lu. Enjoy.” He said with a wink as the room darkened and flashes of light swapped us again. I felt breathless from completing, the constant bouncing of Mark’s voluptuous chest, and the sizable piece ramming in and out. A whimper escaped Jacob’s voice and before I could check to see if he was okay a more domineering manly sound followed.

“Ohhhhhh fuck yeahhh.” I knew it was happening as I felt the warmth envelop me inside. All that fun and I didn’t get to climax at all. I felt dissatisfied.

Then the existential thoughts crept in. I stole the life of a promising college student…I couldn’t live with myself if I had to stare at his innocent face in the mirror everyday. Jacob fell asleep inside me with his arm wrapped around me. I began to quietly scramble on the floor for the coin. Once I found it under a bunch of clothes, I quickly initiated the swap leaving him asleep in Mark’s body. I grabbed random clothes from the floor and fled.

First things first, time to tell the probationary officers i want to move and start new. I stopped at a pharmacy for snacks and drinks as I percolated on a plan. Maybe I can be a fitness influencer. I put my phone on a nearby shelf and began doing my best impression of giving fitness advice.

I got lost in my new reflection and meandered into gooning and feeling myself up. A gorgeous beefy man walked by and saw me mid-pec feel up. As he looked me up and down, my mind thought to itself.

“Maybe we play around with the coin a little more. Just no more people with bright futures ahead!” I said trying to delude myself into thinking that was the ethical choice.

[marcusspace]

Getting Away with It

I almost got away with it. Truthfully, I didn't even know I would go as far as taking him out. But I mean he had it coming, I heard all the horrible things he had done that I could hear through the penthouse walls in the building I worked in. All the times he'd abuse a partner, slur people in the halls, not to mention act like he was a god because he made good money in sales or whatever.

He crossed a line one day, as I saw him nudge someone into the street nearly getting them hit by a bus. So sure was it right to take him out? Maybe not, but did I feel good taking one bad person off the streets...absolutely. Unfortunately, what I did was caught on camera and the legal system takes that narrative with no context and runs with it.

So I mean yeah I almost got away with a drastic good deed. But now I'm here on a life sentence for murder. I like routine in my day and in here the days are so regimented it's not exactly the kind of routine I find myself a fan of. I remained on good behaviour until the guards took pity on me and recommended me for supervised community service aid. Basically, still in jail but instead of working a job in jail, I could go out and help them clean garbage off the side of the road with parolees on the outside and random others doing a "good deed."

That's where I met Jacob. He was on parole for driving while intoxicated. Truthfully, I find that way worse than what I did. Like that feels so selfish...getting behind the wheel while drunk. Despicable. But clearly it's been the catalyst for him to turn his life around. He was in jail for a year and been on parole ever since. He started working out in jail while getting certified as a trainer. There aren't alot of jobs life after lockup that don't discriminate against you for your record so it makes sense that he'd want to do something where you can be your own boss.

We were in the van being taken to the stretch of highway in between developing parts of the city. It's crazy how looking north and south you can see parts of town and smack in the middle there's this road with tall weeds and shrubbery lining it. We were joined by a class of university student volunteers who were advised to keep their distance from us. Something we all sort of ignored since there's so much trash to pick up.

"Hey Lu, I gotta show you this thing this crazy old hippie gave me back in town." Jacob quietly told me as we scoured the brush for bottles.

"Dude we have things to do and I don't really want them to take me off this shift." I begrudgingly replied.

"Nah nah the guards aren't even looking at us they're flirting with the female students over there."

Sure enough our bozo headed guards were chatting it up with some girls that were supposed to be helping us. That's when I glanced over and saw Jacob holding what looked like an antiqued golden coin or rounded stone with a symbol scratched into it.

"The dude gave it to me in a box and said if you hold it in your hand and then make skin-to-skin contact with someone else you like transfer consciousness."

"So I see life on the outside is just as crazy as it is in here."

"You mean to tell me you don't even think it could be a little bit true? C'mon bro this could be your chance to get out out of jail. Shit if you don't try it I might as well. I'm tired of all these probationary restrictions. I just wanna hit restart."

"You're already out. It can't be that bad?" I said as I turned around to see him sneakily hurrying off towards one of the college students.

"Shit what is he doing."

I rushed over to where Jacob was and pulled him by the loops of his jeans to not cause a scene. Stopping straight next to one of the students picking up trash a little bit away from his group.

"Dude I don't know what you're aiming to do but if it doesn't work you're the one that's going to look like the insane paroled convict with an ambiguous item in his hand that could be misconstrued as a weapon."

"Listen, if it works it works, but if it doesn't there's no harm no foul and we can call it all a joke."

Before I could even protest, Jacob turned on his confident charisma to whistle over the nearby student. As the curious student walked closer I could hear the narrative Jacob was intricately weaving pretending to care about what he was studying and if he could tell us both more about it.

"I'm so sorry kid, I didn't even catch your name. I'm Jacob and this is Lu." he said with a devlish smile.

"I'm Mark." he said with a slight hesitance.

"Well Mark you shared so much with me can I share something with you? A party game you can take with you to your friends back at school?"

"Uh sure yeah."

"So you find a smaller coin or stone and one person places their hand on the bottom of it and the other on top. The person with their hand on the bottom has to try to and tap the person with their hand on top without flinching"

These rules made absolutely no sense and why would they Jacob's plan was himbo incarnate. Like it was so dim I could see Mark tense up and begin to shift away back towards his friends. He tried to say goodbye to Jacob but that's when I saw this crazed energy flood Jacob's eyes. The next things that happened felt like a blur in slow motion.

Mark turned around to return to his classmates with haste. Jacob quickly began following without running to not alert the guards yet shouting for him to wait up because it's all good fun. And before I knew it I took off running to stop Jacob from taking advantage of an innocent person.

Jacob leaped at Mark and tackled him to the ground but it's only the moment when I got there to break it up did the guards finally notice what was going on, rushing over.

He pulled the stone out and tried to grasp at Marks leg under his wider legged jean, while I reach out to stop that hand. THEN BAM. Everything became darker and several flashes of light happened.

When I came to the guards were pulling me up. I heard what I thought was Mark's voice saying the one in the jumpsuit attacked him. But I didn't run after him? As things pulled back into focus for my eyes after the darkened haze. I saw Mark being calmed down by a professor and a guard but then I saw who he was point at.....I was my body but I was to the other side.....

My body turned to me matching my confused expression and began crying hysterically asking what was going on. I looked down and saw the confirmation of what happened. I was wearing Jacob's clothing. And if my body's surprised too....then that means....God no!

The guards rangled up the convicts and put them all shackled back onto the van as another came to apologize to the university professor and her class along with "Mark". Another guard came up to me saying he knows that Lu is a murderer and that I didn't start any of this so I was getting a slap on the wrist, especially after "Mark" insisted I tried to stop the attack. The guards left and told the rest of us we could go.

The student approached me with that same devilish smile I recognized from before. His voice coming out unfamiliar in sound but with an all too familiar malice.

"Hey thank you again from saving me from that gruesome murderer mister. I didn't even catch your name. I'm Mark." he said with a wink.

"Jacob what the fuck are you doing?" I frantically asked.

"I'm giving you a way to get away with it all and me a clean start. But I gotta go back to school so here take my number down." the imposter student airdropped his details to me before scurrying away.

I was still in shock from everything that just happened. Like this cannot be real how the hell is this happening. Where do I go okay I can do this. I fumbled through my wallet as I searched for an address to head to. Eventually I made my way to Jacob's place. It was a hotel that was turned into extended stay studio.

I walked into the foreign "home" that was now all mine. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. This can't be happening that poor kid is now in jail. Oh god....wait. I'm not on the run why am I this stressed. Think think how do I fix this. An exercise ball peaked out from the side of the bed. My new athletic stature made me think maybe catering to it's physical senses could help me breath and calm down.

I did a few crunches but still felt a pang of guilt hitting my stomach. Oh god I need to fix this but where is the coin? I can't leave that kid incarcerated, that's robbing him of his whole life. Almost like clockwork my new phone buzzed with a text.

"Hey. Thanks again for saving me stud." the unknown number made itself known with that context.

"Jacob we need to fix this. That poor kid doesn't deserve this."

"Who's Jacob? This is Mark! And I think I deserve all the opportunity I've worked hard to get. Hey by any chance have bodily urges hit you? I'm not gay but after the incident when I saw you I got realllll hard all of sudden. I think this kid's gay or something."

I was furious reading these texts still skirting responsibility.

"Enough! Where are you we have to talk this is ridiculous."

The phone buzzed as I opened to see a location pin as a picture came in...my jaw dropped.

"Oh you wanna meet irl daddy? Come on over."

I stormed over to the location of the pin…I’m not going to let him get away with this.

[marcusspace]

Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

"Fuuuuuck yes," moaned Ethan as he lifted Brock's arm to flex, bushy pits on full display. He was alone in Brock's room, surrounded by that aphrodisiac jock smell. He and Tyler had gotten home from their outing a short while ago and each headed to their rooms to wrap up the day.

Ethan, of course, wasn't tired quite yet. He'd been pent up since the workout at the gym, smelling Brock's musk the whole time since. Finally alone, he'd wasted no time throwing off his shirt and revealing that glorious new body of his.

"You love these fucking pits," he said as he stared at the mirror, long-time fantasy of his playing out before his eyes. He took a big whiff, then licked the precious sweat from Brock's wiry hairs. It tasted salty and oh so wonderful.

He stood up and made a double-bicep pose, the obscene bulge in his gym shorts becoming prominently displayed. "You like my huge jock cock?" he smirked to the mirror, twitching his dick for good measure.

"How about these massive tits?" he continued, bouncing both pecs. He slipped off his shorts, tossing them aside. Brock's erection looked vacuum sealed in the sweaty boxer briefs he was wearing. The view didn't last long, as Ethan slipped those off and immediately brought the crotch of the underwear to his face.

He took another big sniff before sighing contentedly. "That's what a man smells like," he cockily told the mirror. "And it's 100% me."

His hand ran down his sculpted chest and abs, before pausing at Brock's blonde bush. He smeared some of that groin sweat on his hand and brought it up for another sniff. It was as potent as ever, and Ethan kept his hand there as his other hand wrapped Brock's underwear around his cock. He grunted as he started to jerk off to his reflection, giving into primal urges. He rutted into his own hand, intoxicated on his scent and drunk on the image of himself flexing.

At long last, he fully flexed his huge arms, abs, and pecs and couldn't hold any longer, cum spraying from Brock's dick. As before, there was a lot of it, much coating the mirror even though Ethan tried to catch it in the underwear. In his haze he took the cum-filled underwear and stuffed it in his mouth, afterglow mingling with the salty damp taste of ball sweat and jock cum. He rubbed his cum-covered hand over Brock's abs, enjoying the feel of it smearing over the well- muscled torso.

"I can't go back," he said, realizing the truth in his mind. Sure, he could probably return to the mirror and get his reflection back. But he knew that wasn't an option for him mentally any more. He was committed to being the new Brock. His old life could get declared missing for all he cared. Not like his dad would notice for weeks anyways.

Ethan studiously made sure to clean up his post-sex mess, though he noted the effort it took to clean up how much cum Brock produced likely influenced why there were so many cumstains on Brock's things. He tossed the used gym clothes in the hamper, then glanced at the packed suitcase in the room.

In all likelihood, the move was happening tomorrow. If Ethan went with the Rourke family, then there pretty much was no going back. He felt strangely at peace with that.

His solemn reverie was interrupted by a loud knock at the door, followed by a shout of, "Where is he, Tyler?!"

It took Ethan a second to recognize it, but that was clearly his former voice! For the sake of not getting arrested, he slipped on a pair of yellow lounge shorts, not bothering with underwear. With haste he hurried out of the room. Tyler had also just left his room and glanced in Ethan's direction. "That's totally your voice- er, your old voice," Tyler commented. "What's going on?"

"Let's find out," Ethan said, feeling a surge of confidence strengthened by his resolve from earlier.

He opened the door to see his skinny 18 year old body in the apartment hall, face contorted with rage. "Keep it down, Mr. Gawne doesn't take kindly to noise complaints," Ethan said with a smirk before grabbing his former body and pulling it inside.

"You! Why do you have my body?!" seethed Ethan's body, confirming Ethan's suspicions.

"Quite frankly, it doesn't matter," responded Ethan, towering over his former body. "Here's how things are gonna work: this is MY body from here on out. I'm moving with MY parents and MY brother tomorrow. You can chill out and leave and figure out what you want to do, or I can MAKE you leave us alone."

Brock in Ethan's body stuttered, not used to NOT being the physically dominant presence in a room. He turned to Tyler. "Dude, why are you just standing there? Don't you believe me?"

"Oh, I believe you," Tyler confirmed from where he stood across the room.

"And you're just gonna let this douchebag steal your brother's body?!" Brock practically shouted.

Tyler gave Brock a level gaze, the face of his best friend contorted in a rage foreign to it, but all too familiar as Brock. "Yeah, Brock, I am. Ethan was already my best bro, but now that bond is blood. I like him being Brock way better than you ever were. Even mom and dad see it; Ethan charmed them both all day today before they left. So they aren't gonna ask questions."

Ethan's former face looked stunned by this revelation. Brock couldn't process it. His own brother willing to sell out his body? To trap him in this scrawny dweeb with no future? For the first time in his over two decades of life, Brock began to feel the tiniest prickle of regret for his treatment of Tyler.

"Anyways, I don't care what you do with him, 'big bro'," Tyler said before turning and heading back into his room to close the door with finality.

"But- but-" Brock stuttered in impotent anger.

"But nothing," Ethan said authoritatively. "I'll give you a little bonus if you leave quietly. One last chance to be close to your body. I really have been craving someone to properly worship these muscles since I became you."

"I'm not a fag!" Brock cried.

"That tent says otherwise," Ethan said, bemused.

Brock turned beet red, covering Ethan's small bulge. "C'mon, you'll have plenty of time to think on the way back to your apartment," Ethan said.

He effortlessly picked up his own previous body and threw it over his shoulder, Brock gasping from within it. He marched down the hall to his own apartment and stepped inside, throwing Brock down onto the ground of Ethan's room before lying out on the bed in a way that showed his impressive member straining against his shorts.

Brock, overwhelmed by Ethan's body's hormones and his own deeply repressed attraction, cracked. He reached a trembling hand out and gingerly touched his former chest. Ethan responded by flexing his pecs. Brock then ran his hand down Ethan's abs, marveling at how they felt and looked from this angle. Fuck, he'd been so hot.

Ethan sat up and flexed his arms. "Worship my biceps," he commanded.

Brock complied, running his hands over the huge bicep peaks before leaning in and licking them. Ethan lifted his arm straight up, exposing his hairy pits further, a new wave of his jock musk pushing out.

"Show these pits how much you fuckin love them," he commanded Brock.

Irresistible, Brock leaned in, getting Ethan's former face buried in the pit hairs that were once his. He inhaled deeply before sticking out his tongue and desperately lapping up that godly jock sweat.

"You're such a little slut for my pits," Ethan said derisively, before pushing Brock away. Brock looked hurt to be pulled away from worshiping his former body, but that swiftly changed when Ethan slipped off his shorts, thick jock cock springing free, surrounded by his trimmed bush.

"Now worship MY fucking dick," Ethan commanded, pointing at his erection standing straight out.

Brock fell to his knees and Ethan grabbed the back of his head, shoving him into his crotch to the side of his dick. Brock took a huge whiff of ball sweat and caught the scent of lingering cum from Ethan's earlier masturbation sessions. He flicked his tongue out, lathering up Ethan's hairy thick balls.

Ethan grunted in satisfaction, before pulling Brock back again. "Open wide," he said, and then brought his head down onto his cock.

Brock was barely ready as his own former cock invaded his mouth. Ethan was slowly pushing it further and further down his throat to find his limit, and to push just past it. Brock sputtered as he nearly choked on his precious pride and joy, tears welling in his eyes, part from the choking and part from the loss of this huge fuckstick.

Ethan pulled back but left the tip in Brock's mouth before releasing his head. "Show me how much you love this big fuckin dick, you little cock sucker."

Brock still couldn't resist, nose so close to such a potent source of that jock musk, and began to eagerly, messily, bob his head up and down on Ethan's stolen cock. Ethan let out a low, slow moan as he leaned back and enjoyed the sensation. "This is all mine now," he said as he made eye contact with Brock. Brock looked like he was about to pull off Ethan's dick to respond, but Ethan firmly planted his hand on the back of his head and pushed him back down on it.

This continued for a while, before Ethan finally let Brock pull off his dick. He grabbed some lube from the night stand and grinned at the mixed look of lust and fear in Brock's eyes. He slicked up his fingers, and then pushed Brock face down into the bed. He started with one finger, slowly and surely sliding it into his own former tight asshole. Brock involuntarily moaned, Ethan's smaller dick stiffly jutting out and twitching.

Ethan simply grinned, and then slid in another finger as he moved back and forth, seeking the prostate to make Brock melt like the little bitch he was. Soon, Brock was moaning as Ethan fit three fingers into his ass.

Satisfied, Ethan pulled his hand away, and wasted no time lathering up his dick and applying a generous amount to Brock's eager hole. He ran the tip around the entrance, teasing. "God just put it in!" Brock whined, ashamed how badly he wanted it.

"What's my name?" Ethan taunted, and Brock made a pitiful sound. Ethan smacked his ass and asked again "I said, what's my name?"

"Brock," Brock said, need for dick overcoming his resistance.

"That's right," Ethan said, finally sliding his dick into the eager hole before him.

Brock gasped, thinking he'd be ready from the finger fucking but his former dick was so fucking thick. Ethan was slow but relentless as he pushed deeper and deeper, until he buried his cock to the hilt, pausing there. Brock took heavy breaths, he felt absolutely impaled, and with shame he fucking LOVED it. His own cock filling an emptiness he never realized was there until this very moment.

Ethan then began rocking his hips back and forth, slowly at first, but gaining speed as he got more and more rough. Brock felt it against his prostate and moaned more, face down in the bed. Ethan gazed at the mirror of the room, and saw a fantasy fulfilled. Brock's broad frame absolutely railing Ethan's thin body, but this time he was looking from Brock's point of view.

He roughly grabbed Brock's hair and lifted his head to make him gaze in the mirror. "Watch while I fill you up, 'Ethan'," he grunted.

He felt his orgasm finally arrive, and his stolen balls tightened up as loads of Brock's cum flooded. His dick twitched multiple times inside his own ass, warm hot cum blasting out. The sheer volume Brock's cock produced forcing it to leak out back down his cock. The feeling of it filling him up was too much for Brock and he involuntarily started to orgasm without touching his smaller dick while being forced to gaze at the reflection of his humiliation.

Ethan pulled out, his sperm leaking out of Brock's hole. He grabbed a pair of his own underwear and wiped his dick off with it before shoving it in Brock's face. "Little souvenir. Don't come around again, 'Ethan'."

Brock just lay there, fully broken, unable to even muster a response. Ethan left him that way before heading back to the Rourke apartment. He entered and Tyler came out into the living room upon hearing his return.

"He's dealt with," Ethan said confidently.

"Good," Tyler replied, rubbing the sleep in his eyes. "The move is tomorrow and then we won't have to deal with him any more."

"I'm excited," Ethan said, breaking out into a grin.

"Me too! Hey, I was thinking. Since you're gonna be slipping into his life, it's maybe best if we start referring to you as Brock from now on."

Ethan nodded in agreement. "I'd like nothing more."

Tyler moved up and wrapped his brother in a hug. "Welcome home, Brock."

********

Brock looked in the hotel mirror of his room. His younger brother and best friend Tyler had already gone down to grab breakfast. Their parents had put them up in a hotel while the move to the new house finished up. He grinned, fully accepting his new role. He flashed a pic of his hot fucking body to add to his new Grindr profile.

"Get ready, gay boys. Brock is officially on the menu," he chuckled to himself.

Epilogue

Brock (the original) hurried down the stairs to the storage units. He'd wallowed for a few days now, but finally rage had taken over. He wasn't going to let that twerp Ethan get away with stealing his fucking life. He'd take that stupid magic mirror all the way out of town if he had to.

He stopped in horror, however, at the sight of the mirror smashed to pieces. Something had happened over the last few days and now... now he couldn't ever be Brock again. His anguished scream echoed in the dank basement.

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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 2

Part 1 here

Ethan took a deep breath as he started the shower up. His face was screwed into a perplexed expression as he tried to process what was going on. Even still, he couldn't help but be distracted by the sight of his massive pecs. They were so BIG now...

Ethan shook his head to clear it and then stripped off the rest of Brock's clothes before entering the shower. The warm water was a relief, helping release tension Ethan hadn't even realized was there. He grabbed Brock's Axe body wash and began to lather up as he thought through things.

He couldn't deny he was loving this. Every second in Brock's body had been pure euphoria. But Ethan had no idea why this happened. Well, obviously that strange mirror had SOMETHING to do with it. But Ethan had read enough fiction to realize magic typically has some hidden cost likely to spring up somewhere. He couldn't ask the owner of the storage unit as Old Man Kessler had vanished some time ago. And he doubted the landlord, Mr. Gawne, would take too kindly to him asking about another tenant's storage.

And where was the real Brock? He'd never come back up from when he went down to the storage space. It must have something to do with that mirror, and the fact that Ethan was now Brock. A small part of Ethan thought to himself about how it wouldn't be so bad if the real Brock never turned up.

"Hurry it up, Brock!" came an insistent knock at the door, clearly Tyler's voice.

"Sorry man," Ethan apologetically shouted back (a distinctly non-Brock way to respond).

"Uhhh... ok just wrap up," Tyler responded, clearly off guard.

Ethan finished rinsing off and stepped out of the shower. He paused a moment as he lifted his arm to apply deodorant, and took another quick whiff of that heady Brock smell before covering it up with some Old Spice.

He hurried back to Brock's room covered by his towel and closed and locked the door. That encounter had brought Tyler to the forefront of Ethan's mind. Tyler was his best friend, and Ethan didn't want to lose his friendship with him due to becoming his actual brother. Shouldn't that make them closer? Ethan resolved to figure out how to tell Tyler what had happened. He slipped on a simple and comfortable outfit of grey sweatpants and a purple t-shirt. Brock's body filled out anything he wore, even something this casual. Ethan bit his lip, and then pulled out his phone to take a picture of his ass filling out those pants. Right as he did, he realized that he had Brock's phone instead of his own. He paused, then took the picture anyways and texted it to his old number just in case.

He stepped out into the Rourke household, trying his best to blend in. It wasn't too hard due to all the time he'd spent in this apartment over the years, so he wasn't stumbling around to find anything. His stomach grumbled, his huge jock body demanding fuel, so he made his way to the kitchen where Mr. and Mrs. Rourke were hurriedly putting on shoes and grabbing keys.

"Brock, glad we caught you," said Mrs. Rourke. "The real estate agent called and said there's some signing the seller forgot that we need to be present for. Your father and I are going out there now and we'll probably have to spend the night in Gravesford. You and your brother need to be packed and ready in case the movers come tomorrow before we get back. Would you let Tyler know where we are when you see him?"

"Sure thing, Mom," Ethan said, the phrase foreign to his tongue. His own mother had left before he could even remember. Mrs. Rourke leaned in and gave him an affectionate peck on the cheek.

"So helpful today," she commented, before rushing out the door with her husband.

Ethan turned to the fridge and poured a glass of milk into one of Brock's many shaker bottles, and added a generous helping of protein powder. He started to guzzle it down, when he heard Tyler's door open.

"You've been weird all afternoon," Tyler said as he rounded the corner into the kitchen, confronting who he thought was his brother.

Ethan sat down the protein shake and looked Tyler in the eyes, mind scrambling.

"You've been weirdly quiet and mostly left me alone. Plus, since when do you apologize for taking too long in the shower? You got some stupid prank planned?"

"I'm not Brock," Ethan blurted out, then face palmed.

"What does that even mean?" Tyler asked with a blank stare.

"It means what it looks like. I'm not Brock, at least not up here," Ethan pointed at his head. "I'm Ethan."

"Oh that's rich," Tyler chuckled. "Gotta say Brock, this is a new one. Not sure how you thought it would go."

"In 9th grade we got caught by Mrs. Gretchen trying to skinny dip at the hot springs on the school trip to Yellowstone. We swore we'd never tell another soul," Ethan said, cutting right to the chase.

Tyler's eyes bugged out, clearly trying to figure out how his jerk older brother had found that out. He knew there was no way Ethan would have told someone, ESPECIALLY not Brock. The gears in his head turned for a moment longer before he finally accepted it.

"Ethan? What the hell man, how are you Brock?!" Tyler asked.

Ethan gave him the quick version of encountering the mirror in the storage unit and how he'd suddenly found himself in Brock's body.

"This is honestly so awesome," Tyler responded as Ethan finished his story. "Brock's a total insufferable dick and has been for years. But now my best friend is in his place? This is gonna rock."

"Well, I'm glad you're on board. I... I really like being in Brock's body. Dude's a fucking TANK," Ethan said, compulsively flexing his massive arm.

"Yeah but now I actually like the guy driving the tank," Tyler chuckled. "E, since you're in the driver's seat, wanna get some dumb payback?"

"Doing what?" Ethan asked.

"Let's make him wear something dumb he wouldn't be caught dead in.

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The pair of best-friends-turned-brother hopped into Brock's car, shoving aside protein bar wrappers. Tyler complained about the constant sweaty smell in it but Ethan just smiled as he put on Brock's aviators. "Give me a smile, 'Brock'," Tyler said, holding up his phone for a picture. Ethan made a face and flexed his arm as Tyler took the photo.

"Imagine, I'm actually looking forward to spending time with that brute," Tyler said with a fond look at Ethan.

Ethan just laughed as he parked the car at the parking lot of a local strip mall. The pair immediately made their way to the thrift shop to see what finds they could put on Brock's body. Initially, they were pretty disappointed by the selection when Ethan found just the thing. He held up a t-shirt with the word "macho" bedazzled on it with sequins.

"Oh, his fragile masculinity wouldn't let him even think of wearing that," Tyler commented as he rushed Ethan to the changing room. Ethan slipped the shirt on and added Brock's aviators for good measure as he took a selfie before stepping out to show Tyler.

"Honestly, it doesn't look bad on you at all," Tyler said.

"I know! I feel like this body could rock anything I wanted!" Ethan reveled. "I'm definitely buying this, though."

The pair paid and as he pulled out his wallet, Ethan noticed Brock's gym ID- for the gym in this same strip mall. He turned to Tyler and showed it to him. "I gotta get in a workout to put this body through its paces," he pleaded with Tyler.

"Alright, I guess we can swing by his gym before we head home. Brock's never taken me with him before, I hear they have killer massage chairs."

The front desk was run by a young athletic man who gave Ethan a familiar smile. "Hey Brock, didn't realize you were coming in again today."

"Wanted to show my little bro the place before we move," Ethan said, slipping into Brock's speech patterns easily. "Plus wanna have a nice pump."

"Well enjoy your workout, and nice to meet your brother!" the receptionist said, waving them in.

"OK, you do your thing. I'm heading right to the massage room," Tyler said before splitting off. Ethan looked around the gym, not too crowded at this later hour, and couldn't decide where to start. He made his way over to the barbells, where he snapped a quick selfie to commemorate his first workout as Brock.

"Fuck, I never wanna go back," he said.

After getting a nice pump, he slipped his shirt off and stood in front of the wood paneling of the gym's sauna and marveled at the sheen of sweat across his muscles. Already, that Brock smell was drifting up, causing a chub to form in Ethan's pants. "I'm Brock," he said quietly to himself. "I'm Brock!" he repeated with more confidence, flexing both arms in emphasis.

"Yeah you are," Tyler said, having caught Ethan's display. Ethan blushed a bit. "I'm ready to head home, I'm beat."

"Yeah let's get out of here," Ethan agreed, slipping his shirt back on.

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Brock struggled down the basement stairs, swearing under his breath. This body of some old guy was awful to be in. He cursed himself for not realizing that stupid mirror was behind his horrible evening stuck as some frail, unfit old man. He hoped that somehow the mirror would fix all this. He'd left hoping to get away from the creepy thing but now it was his only lead on getting back to himself.

He shuffled through the storage units before reaching Mr. Kessler's. He hurriedly stepped in, expecting to see his old reflection just as it had been the last time he had seen the mirror.

To his shock, the reflection of his dweeb brother's scrawny friend Ethan stared back at him. "What the HELL? Where's MY body?"

Answers were not forthcoming, and he accepted a grim fact- even Ethan's scrawny little body was probably a better option for now than this horrible old body. He reluctantly touched the mirror, the old man reflection returning to it as Brock's body shifted into Ethan's. "I'm gonna find out what the hell he did!" he vowed, rage filling his eyes.

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Stealing Brock's Reflection, Part 1

(Inspired by @verus-veritas and his Stolen Reflection story. Loved the swap method of a mirror storing reflections. Turned out longer than I expected so gonna break it up into parts. Loosely a prequel to that story, so Mr. Kessler's body will end up back in that mirror eventually! Got some plans for that 😈)

Ethan Shepherd sat next to his best friend, Tyler Rourke, playing video games. While it was fun, there was an air of melancholy about the pair of 18 year old boys. The two had both lived in this same apartment complex for years, and been as close as brothers, going to high school together. Sadly that was coming to an end as Tyler's family was moving away soon. Packed-up boxes surrounded them as a constant reminder of the soon-approaching move date.

"Man, I'm gonna miss you," Tyler said as they finished the round they were on.

"Yeah, I'm gonna miss you too. It's gonna be so lonely here. Dad's pretty much never home and I don't really have anyone to hang with," commiserated Ethan.

The moment was interrupted by a loud "Hey dork! Where's my old weight bench?" from down the hall.

"Bet you won't miss him," Tyler teased Ethan whole rolling his eyes before shouting back, "Probably still in the storage unit!"

The source of the voice was Brock, Tyler's older brother and total jock. He considered Ethan and Tyler to both be total dweebs, and Tyler found Brock to be an insufferable sweaty, smelly jock. Ethan, contrary to what Tyler had said, harbored a major crush on Brock, one he kept hidden as he knew nothing could come of it.

"Ugh, I hate going down there," Brock complained. He passed by Tyler's room, dressed in a tanktop and gym shorts, sweaty and unchanged after his earlier workout.

"You still stink, Brock!" Tyler called out after him, only to get flipped off by Brock as he exited the apartment to make his way to the basement storage units of the complex.

Ethan was grateful Tyler hadn't noticed the deep breath he had taken as Brock passed by and he got a whiff of that sweaty jock musk. His dick was already half-chubbed from that alone.

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An hour or so later, Ethan entered his own apartment after wrapping up with Tyler. To his disappointment, Brock hadn't returned from the basement for Ethan to ogle at one more time. He wasn't sure how many more times he'd get to enjoy Tyler's company and view that Brock offered before the move, so he tried to savor every second.

On the counter top was a note from his Dad-- with one of the usual excuses for his absence. "Hey E, work needed me out of town, will be gone a few days. Fridge is stocked and pizza money is in my desk drawer. PS I need you to get my old suitcase from storage. Thanks!"

Ethan sighed. His father's work often kept him late, and when it didn't it would take him out of town. At this point Ethan was pretty used to the apartment being empty, but without Tyler to help him fill the time, he could see it getting real lonely.

Deciding to stave off the inevitable depressing silence of the empty apartment, Ethan figured he'd go take care of his dad's request. The walk to the basement storage units wasn't a long one, thankfully. Opening the metal door at the base of the stairs, Ethan entered, nose assaulted with the smell of the dust of the ages. The complex had been around for years and years, and some of this stuff had clearly been here since the first tenants moved in.

As he walked towards their storage unit he caught an unmistakable whiff of jock sweat and he paused. There was the unit Tyler's family owned, unlocked, but Brock's weight bench still sat there, unmoved. "Odd," Ethan thought, curious what would have distracted Brock from bringing the bench back up to the apartment. He glanced around and noticed something strange in the unit across the hall, the one marked "Kessler". For some reason its lock had been cut off by some bolt cutters.

The light had caught an odd mirror and Ethan thought he saw Brock standing there, causing him to nearly jump. But when he glanced away, he was alone still. "What in the world..." he pondered.

He stepped closer to the unit with the mirror, ignoring the other odds and ends. There was Brock, clear as day, yet Ethan couldn't see where he was. He glanced more directly at the mirror and started when Brock's eyes met his. Apparently Brock was startled too as he did the same. Like, exactly the same. "Wait..." Ethan spoke and saw the Brock in the mirror do the same. Testing the insane theory he was developing, Ethan raised an arm above his head. Mirror Brock did the same, showing his hairy pits.

"No way!" Ethan said, excitement growing. He didn't know how this was possible but he was already growing excited at the things he could do with Brock's reflection. He slipped his shirt off, mirror Brock taking off his tanktop and revealing his muscular torso. Ethan took out his phone to snap a picture, imagining Brock at the gym taking a selfie for him.

Ethan continued to stare in awe at the perfection that was Brock, shirtless and all for him. Ethan flexed, normally embarrassed of his skinny arms, but Mirror Brock followed and his muscles bulged enticingly. "Oh fuck me," Ethan whispered softly. He slid his hands down his smooth stomach and mirror Brock slid down his defined abs. Ethan couldn't resist slipping his hands into his pants and nearly came right there as mirror Brock seductively grabbed his crotch as well.

"BROCK!" came a shout from the entrance to the basement and Ethan was shocked out of his reverie. In his haste, he stumbled against a box and reached a hand out to steady himself, touching the mirror. He felt a jolt, something he couldn't describe, unlike any simple static shock he'd ever felt. In the mirror, his scrawny 18 year old body looked back at him. He felt a wave of disappointment. Seems like his fun was already over.

He sniffed, and caught a sudden strong whiff of sweat, like the source was right under his nose. Odd, had he really gotten so sweaty so quickly? Aware that someone else had apparently come down here, he reached to grab his discarded shirt. His hand met damp fabric and he looked in surprise at none other than Brock's sweaty tank. It was then he saw how meaty his arms were, and suddenly a lot clicked. "Holy shit, I'm-"

"There you are, Brock!" came a voice from the hall. Ethan looked up to see Tyler's dad. "I know you wanted to get your weight bench but stop goofing off and bring it up. We still need you to help pack."

"Uh, sure thing... dad," Ethan said, unsure of what to do.

Mr. Rourke turned and grabbed a box from the storage unit and looked expectantly at Ethan. Ethan grabbed the weight bench, surprised at the relative ease that Brock's body had with the task. He followed all the way back to the Rourke's apartment, where he set the bench down.

"OK, your brother is helping your mom with packing up the kitchen. I need you to help me get the furniture ready for the truck, whenever they finally get here," Mr. Rourke said authoritatively.

Ethan simply nodded, and got to work. It took about an hour of hard physical labor but everything got done. Ethan marveled at the pure strength he had as Brock, and tried to contain how excited he had been hearing his own body grunt as he hefted heavy furniture around. He was drenched in fresh sweat, almost intoxicated by it.

"Thanks for your help, champ. Honestly expected more complaining out of you but you really stepped up there. Hope this change sticks around, Broccoli," said Mr. Rourke, using an affectionate name Ethan KNEW Brock despised. "But kid you really gotta shower. Get to it."

"OK, will do Dad," Ethan said, feeling oddly warm at the fatherly praise. He stomped over to Brock's room to grab some fresh clothes.

Once inside, he paused. It was the first time he'd been in Brock's room. He was usually a huge jerk about it to Tyler and Ethan, even though they hadn't ever tried to go in his room. He surveyed the place. The air is thick with Brock’s scent, raw sweat, cheap Axe body spray, and a lingering funk of unwashed gym clothes that clings to everything.

The centerpiece is the unmade bed, a full-size mattress sagging under a tangle of gray sheets, stained with sweat and who-knows-what-else. The sheets smell like Brock’s body, all musky, primal, with a faint whiff of cum from nights he didn’t bother cleaning up. A pair of red boxer briefs, crusty with dried sweat and maybe a quick jerk-off, dangles off the edge of the bed frame.

In the corner sits Brock's weights, a set of dumbbells for his use at home. Brock had apparently situated it so the full length mirror hanging from the bedroom door could be used to check himself out while pumping iron.

Ethan sat down on the bed, feeling it creak under Brock's bulk, and stared at his hands. "Holy shit, I'm Brock. I'm Brock!" he whispered to himself in shock. He peels off the sweaty tank top and shoves it to his face to inhale deeply. He loves the way Brock's facial hair brushes against the fabric as he immediately grows fully hard at the scent of his best friend's brother. He lies back and slips off the gym shorts, leaving him alone in Brock's bed with just his underwear on.

Ethan gaped at the bulge in Brock's tight boxer briefs, the way his huge legs stretched out the fabric. The waistband had caught as he pulled off the shorts and Brock's massive muscle ass was teasingly visible. The abs and pecs formed a beautiful trail down to that big Brock bulge. Ethan twisted and buried his face in his new pits to get that potent musk right from the source and involuntarily moaned. His free hand ran up and down Brock's muscles, and he gasped as he brushed against the jock's perky nipples. He began playing with them as he sat up and looked in the mirror. He ran his other hand up and down Brock's powerful frame, moving his huge body in a more sensual way than he'd ever seen it. "Ugh, you smell so good, Brock," he said, voice low and husky as he turned to take another whiff of his pits. He paused and the flexed his arms, licking the massive peak of his biceps. He slid the underwear all the way off at this point, with Brock's massive cock springing free and standing at attention.

"God you're huge!" Ethan whispered to himself as he wrapped Brock's big hand around the stolen cock. Brock was uncut, unlike Ethan's original cock, and Ethan took his time discovering the pleasures of his new foreskin, rubbing the copious precum Brock produced all over it. He looked back in the mirror, seeing Brock all hot and bothered, then flexed again, giving himself a little show.

It was finally too much for Ethan and he gasped as Brock's sizeable balls pulled up and his orgasm arrived. It was mind-blowing and better than anything Ethan had ever experienced. And Brock came a LOT. When the orgasm finally subsided, Brock's broad and muscular torso dripped with his spunk. Ethan scooped some into his hand and licked it up, relishing the warm stickiness of Brock's cum- though it tasted just as bad as you'd expect for a careless jock bro, it was 100% Brock's which was all Ethan cared about.

He paused then and looked back at the mirror. There he lay in Brock's body, absolutely covered in cum, and he felt some of that post-orgasm clarity kick in. This whole situation was ABSURD! Here he was in his best friend's brother's body and he's acting like a desperate whore. He wiped his chest down with Brock's sheets, then scrambled to grab at least enough covering to go down the hall to the shower as was expected. He slipped on a pair of lounge pants and a blue jacket that he didn't bother to zip up. As he made his way through the Rourke household, thoughts of what in the world he would do lingered over a deeper feeling, one he was scared of. One of satisfaction with this change.

[marcusspace]

Suck For The Semester Part 2

Elton:

“Mhmmmm… it’s so good waking up in this body!”

I almost thought it was all a dream until I realized I was still at Peter’s place.

Last night, was a bit of a sexual adventure…

Meaning I explored every part of this body and just about all of Peter’s clothes.

Call it what you want but this is my body for awhile and I’m going to enjoy it.

It started out with his hairy armpits…

The smell of musk and faint deodorant got me rock hard. And all of the hair!

His pits are hairy, Peter’s legs are hairy, even his cute butt has beautiful brown hair on it.

I found it all to be so arousing…

I spent hours building up his stamina. Edging so close and stopping myself from finishing…

By the end I was throbbing so hard… I took his big smelly foot and it right up to his face.

Smelling it as I took only a few strokes… as soon as I busted I placed his foot right underneath just so I could lick off.

It was sooo much… I was covered in Peter’s seed.

But now this morning, I have a couple of hours before class…

Might as well wank one out before I have to get ready.

I pull Peter’s covers up to see his morning wood sprung at full attention.

Peter’s junk is so beautiful to me. His brown hair from his stomach trails into his pubic hair which is also brown.

His d^ck is long and tan with a pink head along with two tan hairy balls….

I look down at it gazing at the borrowed junk I now possessed.

I just know Peter would lose it if he knew what I’m doing with his body.

I wouldn’t care if he foiled around in mine, hell that would be kinda hot.

Watching him navigate my junk….

I’m feeling all hot now and I know I have to keep this quick.

I start pumping away and it sounds so sexy making Peter’s voice make these little moans.

I imagine how he would actually sound in bed. Just grunts and “babe this babe that.”

Well this new Peter lets out moans and wants to feel a d%ck inside of him.

That’s right, I’m gonna break Peter’s guy cherry!

I pumped faster and faster at the thought of getting railed in this body.

I could have some hot closeted jock or any good looking gay guy on campus.

Maybe I should upload some photos on a an app…

“Oh god!”

I look down at Peters toes and I tighten them.

It’s coming….

Peter’s load gets all over his chest. I take his finger and take the little amount from his tip.

I rub it on his lips before licking it off.

“He even tastes good,” I say laying back.

Peter:

I really don’t want to start this day… especially knowing I’m going to have to pretend to be Elton.

I don’t even know what he does for fun or who he’s friend with…

All I can gather from his room is the absurd amount of legos and video games.

He doesn’t keep any booze in the place…

But I did find one thing that made the night easier. Elton’s pot stash.

I really didn’t take him as a smoker but it did the job.

I was zooted playing video games until I eventually crashed into his bed.

It felt strange sleeping in a strangers bed. It’s not a bad bed but something felt so uncomfortable to me.

Probably because it’s Elton.

I remember stripping off his clothes…

His body was responding in such a way that I felt extremely turned on?

Not by him or his body… I don’t know… I was all of the sudden hard.

I tried to ignore it…. I ended up falling asleep but now it’s back.

I’m going to have to come to terms with it.

I just don’t know how I feel about jerking off with some other guy’s junk.

I stare at it… it’s standing a full attention. His dick isn’t bad. Not as long as mine and it’s pale.

The crazy thing is just how sensitive it is to the touch. I rolled over in bed and the feeling of friction sent shocks through me.

I’m trying my best not to touch it…

My eyes focus down to Elton’s feet.

Somehow my eyes couldn’t stop looking at them. It’s like I’m turned on by them.

Wait no! I am turned on by them!! Does Elton have some weird foot fetish thing?

OH NO! DOES THAT MEAN I NOW HAVE IT?!?

I tired moving out of bed but his boner was becoming impossible…

I have to get rid of it. And theirs only one way.

I closed my eyes trying to pretend I was back in my body.

I reached down and grab on to it… and holy sh^t!

It felt like electricity going through me!

I keep going…

And it feels amazing… I can’t believe just how good it feels…

I pump faster and faster…

My mind starts to travel when my own body comes to mind. My legs… my feet… my hands… even my armpits… I’ve always been so embarrassed by them. But why?

I’m an attractive guy and have nothing to be ashamed about… if anything my hairy armpits are… kinda hot.

I picture myself in my bed fondling my junk.

That set me over the edge.

I feel Elton’s body convulse from pleasure.

Then I exploded making a mess everywhere.

I laid in his bed soaked and feeling embarrassed. No one can ever know about this.

That’s when it hit me… I just jerked off to the thought of my own body?!?

Wtf?!?

I’m not gay… I’m uhhh well… right now I’m not so sure…

I get out of bed and grabbed Elton’s phone to see what time it is…

But instead I saw something I wasn’t expecting— a text from the administration.

“Due to a mass covid outbreak, the campus will be shutting down. Classes will continue next week online.”

Wait, what does that mean? Like the entire semester?!

I go to check Elton’s email and sure enough our professor sent us something…

I skipped through it until I got to one part that turned my stomach.

“Due to the nature of the covid outbreak, the swap experiment will be extended until the end of the semester or when classes return to campus….”

WHAT?!? YOU MEAN IM STUCK LIKE THIS FOR MONTHS?!!?

Oh god… this is going to be awful!

[marcusspace]

Story Request: Stuck For The Semester

Here’s a story about two very different guys who get stuck in each others bodies. Please enjoy!

Peter:

“Peter Thomas?”

“Here,” I shouted out to Professor David.

It’s my first day of the fall semester and I’m already dreading it.

Mainly because of this class I signed up for. If only I knew what it was— I would have opted in for another elective.

Too bad I already signed a waiver… the one I didn't read…

Listen, I know that sounds dumb but I didn't realize that when the class was referred to as a “social experiment” included me having to trade bodies with someone for a couple of weeks!!

I've heard about body-swap technology but it's only been available to a select few primarily rich people.

So you can imagine how my face looked when I read over the class syllabus stating, Week 1: Body Swap Experiment Begins.

Well it's too late to turn back now, I really don't have a choice.

Trust me, I tried! I went to my counselor begging to get out of this class but he told me once the waiver is signed— you have no choice but participate.

He said it's something about the school’s policy so they can properly run the experiment.

I don't know…

I just hope I end up swapping bodies with someone normal.

But I know one person I DO NOT want to swap bodies with… Elton Davis.

I can't stand the guy and I try to avoid him at all cost! And somehow I keep ending up in a class with him.

I promise I'm not some jerk but Elton is incapable of shutting up for two seconds and he treats everything like it's a joke.

For example, right now he's over in the corner talking some girl's ear off.

“I can't wait to swap with someone! This is like a crazy sci-fi movie come to life!! I wonder if it will be like freaking Friday or Face-Off… No! No! I got it! That Ryan Reynolds movie… uhhhh Self Less!! That one was so cool! Plus, I’d love to be Ryan Reynolds for a day haha.”

I rolled my eyes… even the sound of his voice annoys me.

On top of everything he’s a huge nerd! He’s the kind of guy who’s still into Star Wars, probably action figures, Dungeon and Dragons— that kind of lame stuff.

The rest of the class I tried to zone out his dad puns out. Which was difficult since he's right behind me.

Professor David was going on about how important our ‘body swap homework’ is (which just sounded like journaling to me).

I almost nodded off when our Professor says,

“So class tomorrow we will not only find out who you’re trading bodies with but we will actually swap everyone. So please, make a list of important things that your trade partner needs to know about you. That way they can navigate your life as you. And with that I will see you all tomorrow!”

Oh god… I just realized something…

I have to plan out someone else being in my body… they are actually going to pretend to be me!

I was hoping it would be like a ‘open thing’ that everyone knew I wasn’t myself.

That means…

I scanned the room for body potentials— that’s when my eyes locked on Garrett. He’s one of the guys in my frat.

Unless I swap with Garrett I won’t be able to go to our first party of the year!

Sh^t!!!

I’ve been looking forward to that party for months now! It’s one of our biggest events of the year.

God, I have to swap with him. I’m sure he’ll be down. I know that party is just as important to him.

“Oh class! One more thing, those who get here first get to pick out who they want to swap with… so get here early! After you swap with someone you're welcome to leave. So no full class tomorrow.”

THAT’S IT! I’ll get to class early and I’ll secure my swap with Garrett!

As everyone stood up, I walked over to Garrett. I felt like it was a little forward but honestly I’d rather have one of my bros in my body than anyone else here.

“Hey dude, what’s up?” I said to Garrett.

“Bro! I didn’t know you were taking this class. Shiz crazy right?”

“Dude! I know… I had no clue until it was too late to change my mind.”

“I feel you man, I honestly picked this class because every other class was full.”

Okay here goes nothing. Come on Garrett.

“Dude, I had a thought but you can say no. I don’t want to be weird about this.”

“Yoooo are you about to ask if we can be swap homies. Because I’m down.”

“Wait really, man?”

“Yeah dude, we hang out with the same peeps. Why not?”

“That’s what I was thinking bro!”

“Hell yeah! Let’s get here early to secure it.”

Garrett and I talked until we both got to our cars.

“See you tomorrow swap homie!”

“See yeah!”

I headed home trying to make sure everything around my apartment looked right.

I wasn’t sure if or what Garrett would think or care about but he appears to be a pretty chill guy.

We’re not close but we are frat brothers and share a lot of mutual friends.

And the best part— I get to go to the first party of the year!

I stripped down to go take a shower only to catch a glimpse of myself before heading to the bathroom.

I looked at my face in the mirror for a minute. It’s such a strange feeling knowing that I won’t have my body tomorrow.

I’ll literally be someone else. Hopefully Garrett.

I’m not bad looking and I'm well aware of that but I do have this one insecurity about myself…

My hairy armpits.

I don’t know why I just hate them. I can’t explain it. I try to hide them at all costs.

Maybe I should shave them? No that would be weird, right?

I took a shower and contemplated about it for a second. Maybe I’ll just wait till the morning to worry about them.

I get out of the shower and a text comes through.

“Dude, we’re all going out for beers at Lucy’s. Wanna come?” texted my frat bro Shawn.

Lucy’s is one of the college bars we all frequent.

Hmmm…

I should go to bed early but I guess it wouldn’t hurt to have one last night out in my bod.

Meanwhile…

Elton:

The entire walk home all I could think about was swap class. I felt like I was the most excited today.

It’s just— Doesn’t it sound cool be someone else for a little bit?

I’ve never been the “popular” guy but I’ve always found a few people in the room to laugh at my jokes.

I've always tired to pictured myself as the jock or that one cool guy but I have terrible hand-eye coordination. And I haven't been to a college party yet.

I guess I’m just excited to try something new out.

Not only am I living out my science fiction fantasy but we have so many hot guys in our class!!

Like the ratio really gives me strong odds.

And secret I’ve dreamt of being with one of them.

But this— this is next level. I could potentially become one of those guys!

Some guy who’s good-looking, popular, someone other gay guys would drool over!

As I walked into my house, a thought hit me. This will be my last night here for a couple weeks. In this apartment and in my body.

Tomorrow I’ll be someone else…

I wondered who it will be… I thought about the different guys, you have Kyle who's blond, has a cute face, I think he does track so you know his body is nice.

I would also be cool with Frankie, good looking ginger with a really nice butt.

Garrett would be a good option too. He’s your typical straight guy and I heard a girl in my class talk about how big he is…

Wait, I know exactly who I want to be— Peter freaking Thomas!

He’s so dreamy!! He’s got this atmosphere of cool about him. He always walks in with sunglasses and a couple of buttons loose on his shirt.

We’ve shared so many classes together. Every time I’ll catch myself daydreaming about what it would be like to run my fingers through his thick hair or what he might look like naked.

Oh please if someone’s listening, please let me get Peters' body!

I laid back in bed and started to get hard just thinking about the thought of being Peter.

The Peter Thomas. Mr. Cool guy!

Could you imagine?

His sexy curly brown hair, his bad@ss nose piercing, god and his feet!

He one time wore a pair of rainbows to class and I couldn’t stop staring at them.

Him toying his toes in between the sandals.

I want to touch them, smell them…

I was getting so hard from the thought that I started dry humping the bed.

I wonder if I’m in Peter and if he’s in me— that means he’ll have to interact with my body as well.

Wow even that thought sounds hot to me. Peter having to use my d%ck to take a p^ss.

Maybe he will lie right in this same bed toying with my d^ck.

Meanwhile I’m at his place alone with his bod, getting to do whatever I want with his bod.

I pull out my d%ck fantasizing about the possibility that maybe… just maybe I’ll get to be Peter Thomas.

The Next Morning….

Peter:

*Beep Beep Beep*

“Ah Shitttttt!!! What time is it?”

I looked over at my alarm.

9:00am

“Oh god!”

Its only 30 minutes until my class starts!

I hop out of bed as fast as I can, rushing to get dressed quickly.

I ran out the door not even showering…

On my ride to campus, it hit me— my freaking armpits!

Ugh, I really wanted to take care of those before swapping.

Theirs no time, I have to get there and secure my swap with Garrett.

I park my car and rush up the stairs. I turn the hallway and outside of the room is one person.

Elton.

“Sh^t,” I say under my breath.

“Hey Peter!”

Ughhh… Nooooo! No way! Where is Garrett?

“Hey uhh Elton. Where is the rest of the class at?”

“Everyone left is inside, I guess most of the class got here super early expect for us haha.”

I felt my blood boil, why the hell wouldn't Garrett wait for me?

All of the sudden, I see Garrett and a girl named Farrah walk out.

“Dude! I'm so glad you're still here, have you swapped yet?”

,“Hey bro, I'm right here,” says Farrah waving at me.

My eyes widened… Garrett swapped bodies with a hot girl??!

“Sorry man, you weren't here so I had to find someone else. But dude!! Look at me, I’m a chick!”

Garrett seemed very pleased with his new body up until—

“Oh don't get too excited Garrett, my monthly surprise is coming next week,” says Farrah grinning in Garrett’s body.

“Oh god no! I have to deal with that?!? Like blood and stuff?” says Garrett.

“Calm down its not that bad, I’ll help you doofus,” says Farrah smiling at her former self.

“Well we gotta bounce bro, it sounds like I got ALOT to learn.”

I watched in disbelief as both Garrett and Farrah walked away laughing at each other.

I turn back around and Elliott is grinning at me.

God, I'd give anything to be in Garrett’s shoes right now. At least he can still go to the party.

Before I could say anything another student named Collin steps out.

“Are you two my last ones?”

A little puzzled by Collin’s demeanor, he apologizes to us.

“Oh sorry! It's me, Professor David, I had to participate because we had an odd number of students. Luckily, Collin here volunteered to switch with me.”

Professor David takes us to a door that one would think led us to a closet.

Instead, it opens to a big room with a bunch of computers inside— I look over and see two pods… just waiting on Elton and I.

Well it's too late to turn back now— F^CK! I really don't want to be Elton, even if it's just a short period of time!

We both get into position, Professor David says, “Okay boys on my count….3…2…1…”

A bright light flashes and soon everything went black.

Elton:

Boy, that was intense! And not like camping haha!!

I woke up feeling sooo different, I could instantly I was no longer myself.

I felt butterflies in my stomach as I looked down at my hands… long, tan, fingers with perfectly cut nails… they're Peter’s hands.

And I now posses them!

I had so much energy and couldn't wait to start being Peter.

But that changed quickly when Peter snapped at me.

“You better not do anything weird with my body Davis!”

“What do you mean?” I said to him a little confused.

It's odd and yet somewhat funny seeing myself look so stern and angry. I'm never that serious.

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, no rambling to my friends about your nerdy stuff and you better not be doing any gay sh%t with my body or so help me—”

“Boys! Maybe you two should take a breath, you just went through a swapping process and a lot of emotions may come up. Maybe you two could table this conversation for tonight or tomorrow morning?” said Professor David.

I grinned at Peter.

“Yeah Elton, maybe we should table this for later,” I said in a somewhat mocking voice.

Peter was gritting my teeth, he looked like he could punch something.

I can't believe he's acting like this! I thought Peter was cool with me, maybe he doesn't like gay people? I don't know…

I quickly grabbed Peter’s stuff hoping I could avoid the rest of this conversation in the hallway.

Luckily, Professor David asked Peter to stay back to chat for a bit.

I book it down the hallway, skipping right to the bathroom.

I wanted to see myself so badly that I couldn't wait to get to Peter’s place.

When I got to the mirror, I glanced at Peter’s reflection. He's so handsome!

Seeing him staring back at me, copying my every move.

I can't believe it, I actually swapped bodies with Peter Thomas. I'm officially him!

Curious and impatient, I lifted Peter’s shirt up.

His abs! Just look at these!!

I run Peter’s hand down his chest.

Grabbing Peter’s phone out of his pocket, I really want to document this moment. The moment I got this body.

I lifted up his arm only to reveal the sexiest hairy armpit I've ever seen.

I felt blood rush to Peter’s crotch. I got to get out of here!

“I'll see you soon handsome!” I said to the mirror before winking and blowing my new face a kiss.

Now I get to have some time to get acquainted with Peter’s sexy body. 😝

[marcusspace]

My Bull Roommate

Brandon was lying on the bed, naked and sweaty. I stood beside him, exhausted and stunned. I kept looking at his cock, still hard and covered in cum. His gaze was lost in the void, but his wide smile left no doubt. He had loved it. Who knows if he would have remembered any of it.

It had all started a week earlier. Brandon and I had been roommates for a year now, sharing the rent of a small apartment downtown to save money. He worked a little out of town, I did smart-working from my room, so we only shared evenings together if we were both home. Aside from sharing some hobbies from our teenage years, we couldn't have been more different. I was the classic nerd always on the ball with PCs, video games, anime and TV series, he was the classic athletic, gym-loving guy. He had gym equipment in his room and he worked out every day to maintain his toned body, muscular in all the right places, his proud six-pack, his defined chest and his veiny arms. When he was home, I often heard him exercising in his room, emitting grunts and spreading a strong smell of sweat throughout the apartment, forcing me to open the windows to let in clean air.

However, what separated us most of all were our sexual tastes: although he had no problem with my homosexuality, he was an unyielding pussy lover. No matter how many times he took a chick home, it was never enough for him; he had a cocky attitude that drove women crazy on the first date, but he was not made for a stable relationship, so all his affairs left quickly with no return ever again. Anyway, there was no doubt that he was an inveterate straight guy, always talking about pussy like a horny pervert, as if he couldn't help himself. Precisely because I couldn't fit into certain conversations, I tried to find other interests in common. We therefore occasionally got together after dinner to watch something on TV. It was during these moments that I began to feel something toward him; let's face it, nothing sentimental -- honestly, he was too stupid for a real relationship -- but his physique was so hot and his mind so simple that I could not resist his masculine charm. With the arrival of summer he then began to wear shorts and tank tops around the house more and more, consequently feeding my kinky fantasies.

One day, as I had just finished masturbating thinking about him fucking me on his bed, I decided to take action and attempt an experiment I had heard about on the deep web. After all, we were both single and he wasn't exactly the smartest person in the world, so I had nothing to lose.

That evening, when we settled on the couch ready to watch a new episode of an anime, I instead played the video I had downloaded the previous morning. I closed my eyes and waited a couple of minutes. Brandon barely uttered a few syllables, as if to ask what the reason for my behavior was, and then sank into a silence broken only by his heavy breaths. Remaining with my eyes closed, I put the pair of headphones I had previously connected to the television set into his ears. By the time I opened my eyes again, the blue spiral on the screen had faded, while Brandon stood there beside me, his half-closed eyes directed at the screen, his body sunk into the couch, his arms dangling, his tongue out and a dumb grin letting a few drops of saliva go on his shorts. I couldn't believe it, it had worked. I took off the headphones and talked to him.

"Brandon, can you hear my voice?"

He nodded his head.

"Very well Brandon. From tomorrow, every time you walk through the door of this house, you will start to feel attraction towards me and you will not be able to think of anything else, it will be your only thought. You will need to be close to me, to touch me, to kiss me, to fuck me. You will have an empty mind ready to obey me. And once you leave, you will believe that absolutely nothing has happened, you will not remember anything, and you will live your life normally as always. Okay?"

He nodded his head again.

"Good, now you can wake up."

As he returned to his normal state, as if nothing had happened, I pushed play and started the anime. He looked around bewildered for a moment, but asked no questions, returning his focus to the TV a few seconds later. In the meantime, I looked at his chest, his bare, muscular arms, his crotch, looking forward to the next day.

It was a disappointment to see him walk into the house the next evening as if nothing had happened. I was ready on the sofa, intent on witnessing the results of my experiment. He said hello as usual and went into his room. What a fool I had been. However, the surprise came after dinner. We got on the couch again and started watching TV until I felt him standing next to me. He had put his arm around my shoulders, lying his legs in the opposite direction. He smiled as he looked into my eyes, then returned to the anime on the screen. I could feel his arm behind the back of my head, could smell his armpits intoxicating my nose. I got hard. Perhaps something had happened then, perhaps it was just a matter of patience. Maybe just repeating the process would be enough to settle even more into his mind. By now it was too late to restart the spiral, so I put it off until the next day. The next evening, just like two days ago, his eyes were again lost in the spiral that faded on the screen, the saliva flowing from his lips.

"Brandon, you must desire me, do you understand?"

He nodded, letting go a weak "yes."

"Very well, every time you walk through that door I will have to be your only thought. Just pretend I'm one of those hot girls you like so much. Use me as you would use one of them. Obey me as if I were one of them who will then reward you with pleasure. Then forget everything when you are out of this house, understood?"

Yes, he repeated. I decided this time, however, to go further, should it ever be necessary to establish some sort of imprinting.

"Raise your arm, Brandon."

He obeyed, revealing his hairy armpit. I reached up to breathe in his masculine scent, letting it penetrate deep into my nostrils. Undeterred, I stuck out my tongue and licked it voraciously, touching myself in the process. It was such an intense experience, so absurd, that it didn't take me long to cum. Squirts even landed on his shorts, in his utter indifference. I cleaned everything up, told him to return present. He, as if nothing had happened, woke up and asked no questions. As soon as the anime began, without delay he put his arm around me and dragged me toward himself. I spent the evening with my cheek on his chest, lost in his scent and in the excitement of what I would be able to do with him.

The next evening it really happened. He walked into the house normally, but after a few steps he dropped his backpack and jacket on the floor and stared at me blankly while I was on the couch, his mouth drolling.

I told him to come closer and he continued with slow steps. I told him to go and get settled in his room, dressing as he used to do at home. He obeyed. I told him to prepare dinner for both of us, and he complied. As little as it concerned the dinner, I told him to behave normally and that at the snap of my fingers he should return to desire and obey me. We talked about this and that as if nothing had happened, it was almost enjoyable, not least because I was already foretasting what would happen next, unbeknownst to him. Dinner finished, I snapped my fingers. While the dirty dishes were still on the table, I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa. He sank into the cushions.

"Take off your tank top."

He undressed, revealing his toned chest. It was hairy, with a fine layer of small black hairs around the nipples and along the abdomen toward his navel, giving it a manly and inviting look. I got hard instantly. I then bent down on my knees in front of his crotch.

"You did well with the dinner, Brandon. Now you deserve a reward. I'm going to give you a blowjob. It will be the best you've ever had in your life, got it?"

He nodded, smiling slightly. I lowered his shorts and boxers just enough to reveal, to my surprise, his already hard cock. It wasn't huge, but it was quite big, surrounded by the right amount of hair to make it virile. I touched it with my hands and brought it close to my lips, slowly beginning to swallow it. Brandon closed his eyes and began to pant, he had the look of someone who had never received a blowjob in his life. As I tasted his pre-sperm, I smelled the scent of his pubes and felt his cock vibrating between my lips, in spasms of excitement. He began to throb within a couple of minutes and then came in my mouth copiously. While still feeling his semen run down my throat, I straddled him and moved closer to his face, whispering in his ear.

"This is the prize for a good stud bull, Brandon. When you step through that door, it's just me, it's just my mouth, my cock, and my ass. You don't need your brain, you just need your body. No thoughts, just me. Only sex, as soon as I snap my fingers. Clear?"

"Yeeeeeeees."

He let go of this long approval, as his cock continued to release little spurts of jizz and on his face he still have a mere smile and vacant eyes. I helped him recompose and clean himself, then snapped my fingers again. We spent the evening cuddled on the couch, my face lying on his belly, a few inches from his cock hidden in his shorts.

It had been a week since I had the idea, and I knew tonight was the night. I plopped down on the couch as soon as I finished work, thrilled. The thought of his body on mine, his manly, smug look. He walked in the door, greeted me by taking off his backpack and jacket, and instead of disappearing into his room, he leaned in as if to kiss me except that, a moment before, he drew back. Something inside him resisted. At that point I snapped my fingers.

I was surprised not to see again the dazed look of the previous evenings. His eyes went from being concerned to burning with passion. He grabbed me and kissed me, sticking his tongue firmly in my mouth, putting his hands around my face. We lay down on the couch, stripped and began to make out. His body on mine as he licked every inch of my skin, going from my neck and then down, down relentlessly, until he took off my sweatpants and underwear. At that point he looked at my hard cock standing between my legs as if it were something sacred, his mouth drooling and his eyes magnetized. A few seconds passed, then, without further ado, he took my cock into his mouth. I moaned loudly. His head moved up and down rhythmically, it didn't even feel like the first blowjob of his life, he was doing it like it was the most beautiful fucking thing in the world. He was seeking my gaze, in a mixture of approval and seduction. I was so shocked by the movements of his tongue that it didn't take me long to cum. When I had finished filling his mouth he looked at me with lustful eyes, his lips still leaking my seed on the sofa.

He took off his pants, revealing his rock-hard cock to me. It looked even bigger than the day before. He pointed at it. I didn't think twice about returning the favor; I got down on my knees and took him in my mouth while he stood, breathing in the smell of his pubes still sweaty from the workday. My cock became hard again in an instant as I heard him moo. The stud bull phrase from the day before must have inspired him more than necessary. This time, however, I didn't make him cum; I stopped shortly before. He looked at me as if he was about to hurt me, in a mixture of anger and discontent.

Today it had to end in a different way, but he did not know it yet. I got up and went close to his ear.

"Fuck me, you stud bull."

He took my hand passionately and led me down the hallway to his room. His bedroom smelled of testosterone and gym leather, his sweaty gym equipment was in the corner, the walls were full of posters of half-naked, lusty women. At the thought of what he was about to do to me in this setting, I became even more aroused.

He threw me on the bed and thrust himself on top of me as I spread my legs. His penis was so wet that it took no time at all to penetrate my hole. I groaned as he stood over me, his chest swaying before my eyes as he looked at me with raging lust. He took a few minutes, just long enough to allow his drops of sweat to fall on me. We both started making primal moans, me blushing from my approaching orgasm, him continuing to moo and pound, as if he was trying to impregnate me. We both came, almost at the same time. Something faded in his eyes and he collapsed beside me, his gaze lost in emptiness, his smile dumbfounded, his cock still pulsing cum. I looked at him. Not bad for a first time, I thought, as I was already waiting for round two.