aliasbosconovitch

[aliasbosconovitch]

I Wish I Was More Like Him

(Requested by @bodyswappingandshit)

Martins house was an absolute mess. It took some of his friends coming over the previous night and commenting on it for him to realise. So today he took it upon himself to do a bit of cleaning. He went through room after room, picking up rubbish and miscellaneous items that were strewn around. It was only when he was cleaning out the junk draws in his bedroom that Martin stumbled across something odd.

Inside one of those draws was what looked to be a small monkey statue or something. It didn’t look at all familiar though. He had absolutely zero memory of every seeing it before let alone storing it in his house. Yet here it was. Curiously Martin inspected the statue only to notice it had something strange written on the back.

“You have one wish courtesy of the chimpanzee. Just be aware of its trickery.”

It sounded like some poor attempt at a rhyme but the whole thing about a wish did peak Martin’s interest. He walked over to the window, statue in hand, only to see one of his neighbours Oscar chatting away to some passerby’s on the street. Oscar was a large bear of a man. Huge and burly standing at 6’3 with massive muscles packed under a padding of beefy fat. Much bigger and taller than Martin, that’s for sure. He buzzed his head bald but kept a thick beard which he trimmed regularly of course. He even had a huge strong gut from all the beers he drunk making him appear even bigger. Masses of fur covering a good amount of his body which was known to Martin due to the few times he’d seen Oscar shirtless in his front garden on those hot summer days, sweating buckets but still looking incredible nonetheless. A regular bear daddy for sure. One of whom Martin had the biggest crush on ever since he met the man.

In that moment he chuckled to himself as a wish then popped to mind. “I wish I was more like him” Martin muttered with an innocent smile. He laughed, knowing it was stupid. Of course it wasn't real. Right? Well he might’ve been a tad less sceptical had he noticed the statues eyes glowing for a split second after making his wish…

Afterwards Martin went back to cleaning, placing the statue on a desk in his bedroom for now. Everything seemed normal. He simply went about the rest of his day until the sun began to set and the world around him was beginning to go to bed. Though of course he couldn’t go to sleep before jacking off to some hot gay porn he found online first. Didn’t take him long to bust a satisfying load, just barely having enough energy left to clean himself up before drifting off to sleep

That night Martin’s dream was… strange to say the least. Well all dreams are strange but this one was clearer than most. At first it was all just your usual random dream stuff. People appearing and disappearing, rooms altering, teleporting back and forth. But then it was like he became lucid. Suddenly he in an unfamiliar bedroom. Red and white walls, a double bed with black sheets, a small bedside table with a couple books sat a top it. And across the room to his left was a mirror. He didn’t know what it was about the mirror that drew him closer but he approached it anyway until finally being able to look at his reflection. He jumped back in shock though as the face he was was not his own but rather Oscar’s!

The loud chime of his phone alarm slingshotted Martin back to reality, sitting up in a cold sweat. He couldn’t believe how real that last part felt. There wasn’t much time to dwell on it however as almost immediately he heard shouting coming from outside. Jumping out of bed and running to the window Martin saw non other than Oscar seemingly freaking out and trying to get people to talk to him but somehow nobody would acknowledge. Like they didn’t even know he was there. Even weirder though was how Oscar even looked a bit… translucent.

Martin rushed outside to see what was going on. He shouted to Oscar of who seemed incredibly relieved that someone could actually see him. As Martin got closer though, he found that his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him earlier. Oscar actually was see through. Like a ghost almost. But then why was he able to see and hear Oscar when nobody else could?

The pair began freaking out a little, having absolutely no idea what was happening to Oscar, when Martin started getting a bunch of weird looks and stares. It must’ve looked like Martin was shouting and screaming at thin air. He awkwardly tried to play it off while shuffling towards Oscar’s house. The ghostly bear directed him towards a spare key hidden by the back door which Martin used to get inside.

They must’ve sat in the living room for at least an hour or more discussing how the hell this was even possible. How can a man just become a ghost over night? Why can Martin see him but nobody else can? How would they even go about explaining this without seeming insane? All these questions being thrown around with no answers to satisfy them. That is until…

“H-hey Martin… my feet feel weird and tingly.” Oscar stated looking down at his large translucent feet as they were wrapped in a strange buzzing sensation.

“Same here…” Martin replied, feeling something similar in his own feet.

Mere moments later there was a dim flash of light that encased Oscar’s feet. When is dissipated, the only thing left in place of his feet was now a ghostly mist. As a result he was now floating rather than standing. Of course the pair began to freak out once more until Martin began to grunt. The buzzing in his own feet turned to warm satisfying heat. They began twitching before feeling tighter inside his shoes. It was uncomfortable for a moment until his toes suddenly burst from the tips looking much bigger and hairier than before.

Martin was able to discard the remains of his ruined shoes to fully reveal his new size 14 feet. He wriggled them for a moment, inspecting them while not knowing what to think. The new size and shape of them feeling completely foreign to him.

“H-how!? How the fuck do you have my feet!?” Oscar bellowed in shock. Martin hadn’t even realised it at first but Oscar was right, they looked almost identical to what the bearish man’s feet had been before. Martin had no way of explaining it. He could only look down in bewilderment as he stood up on his new feet, stumbling a little at first before finding his balance. By then though the buzzing had started to return. Only now it was in their hands.

This time they had a better idea of what was happening and began to worry even more. It didn’t help though as, just like with his feet, Oscar’s hands vanished in dim ray of light before Martin’s grew hot again. His fingers growing longer and thicker while his palms grew meatier. And to top it off, more hair sprouted across the back of those larger hands. After that he believed it was over until black ink swirled along his left hand, creating a tattoo on the back identical to what Oscar had.

Then it hit them. Each part that Oscar lost was a part that Martin gained. But why?! What the hell was causing this. Oscar was having a full on meltdown by this point, worrying about which part was gonna go next or if he was just going to end up disappearing completely! Martin on the other hand suddenly came to a revelation. The statue. The wish he’d made yesterday. To become more like Oscar! And now he was turning into him! It was completely ridiculous but then again so was this entire situation and it was the only thing that made sense right now.

With no time to explain, Martin burst out the front door telling Oscar to follow him. They bolted across the front garden but by the time they got to the road, the tingling sensation flared up once more. Martin began to stumble in the centre of the road, completely losing his balance this time as his legs started to pulse and grow. Thick powerful thighs and quads blowing into proportion and aggressively ripping through his shorts. It was a miracle he didn’t fall flat on his face while his calves followed suit, growing longer, larger and stronger before a dusting of fur spread up his legs. The remains of his shorts stayed up thanks to his waist remaining the same for now, keeping his dignity in tact. Looking back though, as he expected, Oscar was now missing his legs with only a faint mist in their place.

Now even more panicked than before, Martin stumbled onto the sidewalk and into his own front garden, barely knowing how to move with these massive trunk sized legs. Swinging open the door to his house moments later and dashing inside as fast as he could with Oscar floating close behind him. He almost fell down the stairs twice because of his bigger feet but just about managed to make it to the top before scrambling into his bedroom.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!” Oscar bellowed, watching as Martin rooted through his stuff.

“There was this weird monkey… chimp statue thing that said I had a wish. I didn’t believe until now.” Martin exclaimed, throwing all sorts of miscellaneous items around trying to find said statue. “I wished that I could be more like you and now… this is happening! It’s the only reason I can think of but… WHERE THE HELL IS IT?!” He was certain he’d left the statue somewhere in his room last night but no matter how hard he looked, it was nowhere to be seen.

The search was interrupted as more changes began to take place. In an instant the rest of Oscar’s arms up to his shoulders disappeared, the energy then flowing inside Martin’s scrawny arms and signalling them to grow. And grow they did. Newfound strength filled his arms, stretching longer while thick muscle exploded along them giving birth to juicy, squeezable biceps with impressive triceps to match. His forearms did the same, those meaty hands no longer look out of place, before Martin let out one final grunt as his shoulders grew into huge boulders. To top it off, ink once again swirled around his left arm creating more tattoos unique to Oscar.

At this point he looked pretty ridiculous. Massive meaty arms and legs but still an average sized torso. On the other hand Martin was now nothing more than a floating head and torso with some faint smoke where his arms and legs should be. It was then that it dawned on Martin what was going to end up happening. He was just going to keep transforming until his entire body had become that of Oscar’s. He was getting what he wished for. To be more like his hot neighbour on an extreme level. He had so many mixed emotions when coming to this conclusion. On one hand the real Oscar seemed to be fading away piece by piece but on the other hand he was slowly gaining the body of his biggest jerk off fantasies. He felt bad for sure but he also couldn’t help but get turned on at the idea of becoming Oscar completely. Part of him didn’t want this to stop. However despite that he continued tearing his bedroom apart in search of the statue in hopes there would somehow be a way to reverse this.

“It doesn’t make any sense! I know I left it in this room! It’s like it just up and vanished! FUCK!” Martin slammed a fist into the bedroom door in anger, yelping in pain immediately after. Though as he rubbed his swore knuckles, he was surprised to see the huge dent he’d managed to put in his door. These new arms were powerful to say the least. Not that it was helping at all right now.

Martin leaned against the wall, scanning his eyes over his torn apart bedroom. It was no use. He was 100% certain that he never took it out of this room yet the statue was nowhere to be seen. With that being his only hope of stopping this, he started to give in and accept his fate. He could tell Oscar had done the same, a look of defeat in his eyes. They both simply sat in wait for the next transfer and it didn’t take long.

The buzzing sensation rippled through Martin’s groin, backside, chest and abdomen. Everything below his head that hadn’t already been changed. Then right on cue, a light surrounded Oscar once again, leaving only his head in its wake. Then the changes began. Martin’s hips, waist, chest and back all broadened quite dramatically before lengthening his upper body slightly, allowing him to stand at a firm 6’3 (A huge leap from his original height of 5’7). Moments later his ass began to inflate, becoming two powerful buns of steel before a layer of fuzz settled across them. He didn’t have much time to process that though as he couldn’t stop himself from moaning in delight while his cock started to expand. It felt somewhat similar to getting an erection as his cock grew longer and fatter yet it was still soft. It wouldn’t stay that way for long though as, while his balls started to heave and swell, all the excitement swiftly caused him to grow hard. Within moments Martin’s dick had grown to it’s full new size of an 11 inch uncut beer can. Who would’ve thought Oscar was hiding a monster like that!? He wanted so badly to grab and feel it but right now he was far to occupied with the rest of his transformation.

A deep grumbling sound erupted from Martin’s stomach when suddenly he lurched forwards. Years of drinking beers and scoffing big dinners filled his belly causing it to bloat outwards into a strong gut. His chest made sure not to be left behind though as two meaty slabs of muscle pushed themselves out into a thick set of pecs. More fur spread spread its way across his stomach and chest while his back filled out just a little bit more leaving only his neck. His traps enlarged before his Adam’s apple readjusted itself, his voice swiftly becoming deeper and deeper evident by his grunts through the process. Lastly that too thickened up making his head seem largely out of place.

“Oooooaahh fuuuuckkk” Martin groaned using Oscar’s voice. Hands beginning to explore each and every inch of his new body. Everything was so huge now. So much to move. So much to grab. So thick and heavy. So huge and powerful. Everything around him just looked so small in comparison now. It was literally a wet dream come true! Martin’s giant new cock continued to throb and pulse as he reached back and squeezed his new bear butt with satisfied moan. “This feels… FUCKING INCREDIBLE!” Martin exclaimed. His lust for this body had taken over completely, taking a firm grasp on his dick with a large hand and jerking it furiously. “I LOVE THESE HUGE MUSCLES, THIS MASSIVE GUT AND MY THICK NEW ASS! I FEEL SO FUCKING STRONG LIKE I COULD DESTROY ANYONE! I’M SUCH A BEAST!” Martin flexes an arm as he continues to jerk, loving how his biceps bulge.

Oscar is forced to watch in horror, not even being able to speak, as Martin goes into a mad frenzy of pure lust allowing himself to fall backwards onto the bed, it’s frame creaking heavily under his new weight. “YOU KNOW WHAT?! I’M GLAD I COULDN’T FIND THAT DUMB STATUE! I’M NEVER GONNA GIVE UP THIS SEXY BEAR BODY!” Martin continued to ramble, groping and flexing his body for everything it was worth. He took a great interest in the foreskin on his new monster dick. It was something he’d never had before but sensitivity of it was incredible. “JUST HURRY UP AND GIVE ME BEAUTIFUL BEARDED FACE OF YOURS SO I CAN BECOME THE NEW OSCAR!”

It was almost as if whatever had granted this wish was been listening in as seconds later, the tingling buzz returned seemingly one last time, spreading throughout their faces. Martin began to shout “YES! YES! GIVE IT TO ME!” as he watched the last piece of the real Oscar disappear in a ball of light, leaving only a smoky avatar in its place. Martin began to groan and murmur even more as his hair receded back into his scalp. His facial features started shifting around, some growing bigger, some smaller. His face rounded out a little as well to really fit that bear look before finally a thick full beard puffed out. “HAHAA YESSSS!” Martin roared as the changes concluded. Almost immediately he jumped off the bed. He had to see his reflection for himself.

Still tugging at his member, Martin barged past the smokey being that was once Oscar as he made his way back out into the upstairs hallway. He quickly caught sight of the wall mirror, rushing over to it only to see the handsome bearish reflection of his hot neighbour staring back at him. He began laughing out of pure joy, so happy and horny at the whole situation. “Hey there I’m Oscar. Nice to meet ya.” He practiced in the mirror, getting off on how he was able to perfectly imitate Oscar’s way of speaking. Martin was so consumed by desire that in that moment he couldn’t care less what had happened to the real Oscar. Only caring about how in love he was with this new form.

Before long Martin felt a familiar pressure building in his groin as his balls began the stir. He was getting closer and closer to having his first orgasm in this huge new body and he had no doubt the load would be just as huge. Just as he started to pick up the pace however, the buzzing sensation ignited once again across his entire being. “W-what?? I thought… it was done…” He mumbled. Across the hall from him, Oscar’s misty ghost had regained the same sensation. Neither of them had any idea what was to come next but they’d soon find out.

In an instant, Oscar’s smokey form is pulled towards Martin by an invisible force. Neither of them are able to stop it before Oscar is forced down Martin’s throat and inside his body. Martin could feel his mind filling up, gaining memory after memory in an instant. The whole process only took about 20 seconds before the whole of Oscar’s being was sucked inside. Suddenly Martin knew absolutely everything he’d ever need to know about Oscar and his life and upon realising this he became even more ecstatic than before. “FUCK YESSS! Now I can live out my new life PERFECTLY!” He exclaimed before grasping his cock once again, now slick with pre-cum.

He was like an animal at this point, desperately craving satisfaction. Even more pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock, wetting his hand some more. This was it. He was right on the edge. Feeling the cum slowly rising through his shaft until… “I’M OSCAR NOW AND FOREVER!” He roared out before clenching his ass and shooting a hot blast of thick bear cum. Most of it splattered against the wall ahead of him while soaking his hand in the process. Some of it even managed to get up onto his stomach somehow. He made sure to keep pumping for a moment or two after though just to make sure he unloaded every drop before bring up his cum soaked hand and licking it clean. But then… the post nut clarity hit him.

What had he done? Had he just inadvertently killed Oscar!? Did he just stand there and jerk off while Oscar was erased from existence!?!? How was he gonna live with himself?! Martin was completely and utterly racked with guilt. He might not have meant for this to happen but still he felt responsible. Just then though, he heard a voice echoing inside his head. “Yeeeeaah so this might be a bit awkward…” it was none other than the real Oscar inside him somehow.

“O-Oscar?! Is that really you? You’re alive!?” Martin’s eyes grew wide with both bewilderment and relief.

“Well I mean… sort of. I can see, hear, feel and smell everything but I can’t actually…

Do anything. I can’t believe this is fucking happening.” Oscar didn’t sound quite as angry as one would expect him to be. More confused or frustrated maybe. He was probably just relieved to still be alive in a way and after realising that Martin truly didn’t mean for any of this to happen despite his lustful actions prior.

“Huh… well this is gonna take some getting used to.” Martin sighed

“You don’t say.”

***

About six months had passed since the wish. It was tough for Martin and Oscar to get used to their new situation at first. Never being alone and having to do absolutely everything together. Half the things Martin does getting criticised by Oscar, saying they were things he never would’ve done. But despite that they inevitably became friends. They kinda had to if they wanted to stay sane. After all it didn’t seem as though things were going back to normal anytime soon.

It’s worth noting that Martin was very surprised when he saw Oscar’s bedroom. It was completely identical to the one he’d seen in his dream the night before it all went down. Seems that dream triply was some sort of mystical foreshadowing.

The pair tried to work as a team most of the time and in a way some things ended up even better than before. For example Oscar had been a closeted gay man before, afraid of coming out. With Martin in the drivers seat however, they had no problem coming out to Oscar’s friends and family. Most of them accepting him with open arms. Then a few months after they even managed to find a boyfriend!

Sure, this wasn’t the most ideal situation for the two of them but in the end it worked out as best it could. As for the Chimpanzee Statue on the other hand, it had not long since turned up in the house of another unsuspecting civilian simply waiting to grant its next wish. That was none of Martin or Oscar’s concern though. For now they were just trying to enjoy a well deserved vacation.

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Happy Pride Month everyone! I’m planning on starting “Unique Interrogation Part 2” to be released in a about a week so look forward to that. In the meantime I hope you all enjoy this hot tale I’ve cooked up - Wavell

[aliasbosconovitch]

This didn’t go as planned. I wanted to get in to the guy on the right. To feel what it was like to be in his body.. have his muscles respond as if they were mine. Feel his feet in his sneakers. Have his hands..

I found a way, it wasn’t easy, but as I tried I could feel how turned on he was. I could feel his thoughts, he loved it when guys tried to get in to him.. he had been through this before and knew straight away that someone was pushing in to him, he resisted, he was able to push me away! While all this was happening one of his mates took a picture and you can see it’s the moment after he pushed me away, he’s a little out of focus but he pushed me in to his mate and you can see in the pic his mate moving as i became him.

I wasn’t expecting what he did and in my shock I didn’t realise his mate was in my fall zone.. as soon as I made contact with him, I went straight in to him. His body absorbed me, pulling me in to him. Making me fit his body. I could feel the changes as my body aligned with his and dissolved becoming each part. From my feet in his sneakers to the clothes on… me. I was becoming him. I could feel my legs slot in to place, my butt, waist, shoulders, hands, arms, neck, and head. Everything that was him is now me.. there is no separation. I am…. Louis!

I’m pissed that he was able to resist and push me away. Using my new bodies strength I start to redo the process, knowing this time I’ll get in to him.. but as I’m starting I have this feeling creeping through me.. it’s like I’m being flooded with… with oh god it feels good.. hormones.. as I loose concentration on what I was doing I feel the sensations of my new body.. how sensitive parts of it are and how good it feels.. it’s like this body.. my new body is really only designed for a few things, working out, being a loyal mate and fu.. I’m struggling to concentrate I’m so horny.. all the time! As thoughts of leaving this body are dissolved by how good I’m feeling.

It’s funny how things turned out, Louis… is sex mad .. I’m so horny as him. Well as me. I love my body and i know this wasn’t the body I wanted, but I guess in a way it’s who I’m meant to be.. well who I am.

[aliasbosconovitch]

Becoming Brant

This story is part of a collaboration with @mrcavanaughtf! You’ll find his part of the story over on his blog!

Being a ghost can be really lonely. I know it seems crazy considering how introverted and shy I was while alive, but being a ghost has really made me miss human interaction. I can only prank the unsuspecting human so many times before it gets old.

There was so much I wanted to do in my life before I passed. I was only 19 and just starting college. I wanted to be like other guys my age but I lacked any sort of confidence. So, you’ll probably understand my excitement when I found out that ghosts can possess people. Not only do I get to come back and interact with humans again… but I can do it in any body that I want.

The first time I found out about my ability to take over someone’s body was when I accidentally got too close to this police officer. I knew nothing about him other then he was buff and so incredibly handsome. I must have been a little dazed because before I knew it, I started getting sucked into his mouth while he was eating. I’ve never had that happen to me before, but I was in for the ride of my life.

My head shoved into his mouth and it was like he didn’t even notice at first. The rest of my slender body fit through his lips and he slurped me in like a noodle. Freaking out, I tried exiting the guy’s body any way that I could, but I couldn’t get out. It was like I was trapped in here. Eventually, I started getting a little more comfortable and settled in, filling him out like a suit. I stretched my arms and legs into his extremities and popped myself up into his head so that I could get a view. Well, little did I know that was what I needed to take over Mr. Sexy Police Officer here.

I felt incredibly warm and was shocked to see people staring at me. “What are you guys looking at?” I said with my usual sarcastic voice, but I realized my voice sounded different. And people were… still staring at me? I looked down and jumped, realizing I was wearing the police officer’s body. I had his incredible muscular body all to myself. I ran over to one of the buildings nearby to get a good look at myself in the window.

I flexed, and made him talk dirty, and flexed some more before I was really starting to get some stares. Not wanting to bring too much attention to myself, I began to walk down the street. Man, I was alive again! It wasn’t really me, but who cares! I had a body and people think I’m this police officer! I thought about all the new possibilities I had now that I knew ghosts could possess people. I could be anyone I wanted. For now though, I had the perfect idea for who to possess…

I’ve always had a crush on heartthrob Brant Daugherty. I’ve always wanted to look like him and have his down-to-earth personality. I know he’s straight, but something about him just turns me on. I had been spying on him as a ghost for a few days while he was in town… but now, hell, I could BE Brant Daugherty. I knew exactly where he was too.

Brant was doing a photo shoot today so I hurried my new sexy cop ass over to the building as quickly as I could. It wasn’t far so I decided to walk. I was surprised how much energy and endurance I had as this guy. I felt like I could take on the world. I guess I know where all that confidence comes from now.

I decided to have a bit of fun with Brant rather than just possess him outright. I mean, just talking to this guy has been a dream of mine for a long time, so buttering him up before possessing him sounded fantastic. The cop seemed like a perfect way to get up there without too much trouble.

I made my way past all the security and found Brant modeling in a leather jacket. Immediately, I gave the police officer an instant boner. Ugh, sorry dude, I’m like 90% sure he’s straight. I played it cool and waited in the back of the room while Brant finished with the photographer. The room eventually cleared out so I made my move.

“Hey, uh, Brant?” I say with a nervous voice that didn’t match my body. “I’ve been meaning to ask you a few questions about something.”

“Oh, uh, sure officer. Am I in trouble or something?” Brant says with his usual charismatic attitude.

“No! No. Of course not. I’m a part of the security here and wanted to inquire about a recent theft. I was wondering if you saw anything.”

“No officer, can’t say that I have. What happened?”

I started sweating in the officer’s body. I should have just possessed Brant. This was a bad idea.

“Why don’t you…..sit down Brant. I’ll explain- everything.” I say, suddenly struggling to keep control of my body. I felt a lurch from within my stomach.

“Are you alright?” He asks me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “You don’t look so good. Here, I am going to get some water. Sit down.”

Brant walks out of the room briefly and I collapse on the sofa. Well, now’s as good a time as any. That didn’t work out. Guess I gotta practice this possession thing more.

I feel another lurch inside my stomach and suddenly I lose consciousness within my body. He slumps on the sofa as I come barreling out of his dick. I resume my original form and turn around sighing a bit. “That was so fun, so hot, so raw! And I wouldn’t mind playing with you again soon officer!” I giggle and kiss the sleeping hunk.

Once again a ghost, I tidy up the officer’s body a bit so it looks like he is sleeping and then follow Brant into the next room. Poor Brant. I wanna say that I will try my best to impersonate him, but this kind of opportunity doesn’t present itself often. Brant Daugherty, I’m gonna love corrupting you and making you into my own personal meat suit. The world’s gonna love the new and ‘improved’ you! Now just hold still…

I dive up into Brant’s mouth just like the cop and fill out his cheeks before making my way down into his body. The great thing about being a ghost is your body can compress into tight spaces as I slithered my body into Brant like a worm. I can feel Brant yelping and screaming as he tries to pull me out.

His hands slip on my cool, rubbery body and I won’t lie, his touch on my body in this instance felt so erotic. Maybe because I was mid-possession, but being touched by human hands got me so aroused. Just like the officer, I put Brant’s body on like a jacket and extent myself into his arms and legs. Before I know it, I am looking out of his eyes and I know the possession is complete.

“Holy crap…it worked!” I say with Brant’s voice as I walk over to the mirror. I start drinking whatever Brant had poured into the glass and admire my new reflection. “Not bad, I must say Brant. Think we can get laid tonight?” I say with a charismatic laugh. In the mirror I notice my new cock at full attention. “Well well, I guess I’m getting better at possession since I turned you on from the possession too babe!” I turn and walk away from the mirror and start adlibing my pick-up lines.

“I’m a horny cum slut. Please fuck me all night daddy.” Yeah, that’s better. I sit down on the sofa next to the passed out police officer and whip out Brant’s dick to start jacking it. Man, I’ve never felt so amazing before. Making Brant do whatever I want is turning me on so much. It’s not long before I explode ropes of cum all over Brant’s jacket. I aim my dick over at the cop and let some land on him as well. I collect a bit on a finger and shove it into the cop’s mouth and he moans. “Thought you’d like a taste. My present to say thanks for before, hehe.”

I taste the cum and rub the rest into Brant’s clothes before taking off. What should I do first? I guess I should follow Brant’s schedule… at least for now. I don’t wanna draw too much attention to myself. As I walked into the lobby, a hoard of paparazzi and fans surrounded me. Never before in my life have I felt so violated. I pushed past the rude crowd and made it into the elevator. “Is this what it’s like to be you? Jesus dude…” I swore I could hear Brant’s voice respond to me. Is he still in here with me?

I got dressed in a bit more casual clothing and headed back out for some kind of premiere I saw on Brant’s agenda. I had all these guys calling me and making sure I was okay. On the way out, I was even escorted by some guards. Man, it was gonna take some time to adjust. It’s gonna be a hell of a lot of fun being Brant tonight though… I can’t wait to put this body to work!

[aliasbosconovitch]

Fun At Fair

Damn! Who knew going to this fair would have me end up with a brand new body? And not just any random body, but the incredibly chiseled body of my sister's newest boyfriend, Alex! Man I always thought he was hot, but now seeing it from the inside, running my hands through these perfect abs, and tasting that wonderful deep scent in these pits, damn I'm in love! In love with my new perfect body that is!

And it all started with me being the third wheel of my sister's date with Alex. Our parents forced me to tag along just so I could keep an eye on her, since I was always the more responsible one even though she was two years older. Didn't help though, since she and Alex constantly disappeared from my sight and I later found them disgustingly making out behind some tent or attraction.

It wasn't until later in the evening that things really started to happen. First we stumbled into that creepy old fortune teller who read our futures. Flipping a bunch of tarot cards, me and Alex somehow ended up with similar ones: "A reversal of fates" the mythical man called it. Meanwhile, my sister was somehow going to end up heartbroken, which wasn't a surprise with the string of boyfriends she'd had.

Then there was that fun house with the mirror maze. As we stumbled around and slammed our faces into walls and each other, there was one point that I found myself staring at Alex's reflection in the mirrors. Weirded part was when I brought my hand up and inched closer, the reflection was doing the exact same thing. Even when I stuck my tongue out and rolled it around, Alex's reflection did the same. I was distracted for a brief second though by my sister's horrible laugh and Alex's deep chuckling from the other side of the maze, and when I turned back around my reflection was back to normal. My scraggy usual self.

There was so many other things that evening, like the basketball game which Alex clearly should've won since that's his favourite sport... but somehow I ended up winning and miraculous beating the record. Or the Haunted House which had the weird theme of a crazy scientist transplanting his brain into a young handsome hunk in his quest for immortality. It was weird though, because I was pretty sure that I had seen the actor who played the hot hunk walking around the fair with his rowdy group of friends earlier that day.

Finally, almost at the end of the evening, everyone had gathered in the main tent for a magic show held by the "dazzlingly and ingenious Mr. Wendigo". He did all those usual magic tricks, like pull a lizard out of a hat and make playing cards appear straight out of nowhere. It wasn't until the finale and he pulled out those two giant glass coffins that everyone perched up. He called it his greatest trick, something about some "Pharaoh's Curse" or something...

He apparently needed two volunteers so he looked around the audience until his eyes landed on us. He pointed at me and then at Alex, whom were busily making out with my sister and not paying attention to the show. He refused at first, groaning about being part of some "silly act", but with the other audience members edging him on he finally complied and detached himself from my sister's grasp.

We stepped into the respective glass compartments, the doors were shut behind us, and then the entire coffin began spinning. My vision became blurry, my stomach felt weird, and there was this pounding headache. Finally the whole thing stopped and the coffins were lowered back down. As the door opened and I stepped back out, there was a roar of applause around me. I didn't understand why though since I had come out of the same glass coffin that I had stepped inside of. It wasn't until I turned my gaze towards Alex's side of the scene that I realized exactly why; because standing over there was none other than myself!

I patted myself all over and felt taut muscles, a chiseled bearded jaw, and perfect six pack. Things I definitely didn't have, but Alex did! That's when I realized - the magic trick must've switched our bodies somehow! I had become Alex, my sister's new boyfriend! I could still taste my sister's cherry blossom lipstick in my new mouth, and that almost made me want to vomit.

I watched as Alex in my puny body tried to speak up, but he was immediately stopped short as the magician put his arm on his shoulder and somehow instantly froze him in place. The magician then thanked me and told me to go back to my seat, as the next trick only required one volunteer. I went back to Alex's seat and sat next to my sister, before watching the trick being performed once again, but this time with my old body being forcefully pushed inside and a donkey that happily strolled inside the other compartment. Once again the coffins spun around, and when it landed again my old body stepped out with a huge grin on its face while the donkey was braying loudly and anxiously. Finally, the donkey was forcefully pulled away while my former body walked back down and sat next to me, but not before giving me a mischievous wink.

The rest of the evening was such a pain. My sister was being so incredibly clingy and kept trying to force herself on me. In the end I had no choice but to break up with her right there on the spot. It was freaky enough having to hold her hands and smile at her constantly...

Now, I'm all alone at this fair with a spanking new body and identity. What should I do? I could go back to the mirror maze and jerk one off to my hundreds of hot reflections... or perhaps I should pay that hot hunk from the Haunted House a visit. It was obvious by his staring how much he was lusting after Alex. How much he was lusting after me.

There's so much fun to be had here on this fair... and the night's just getting started!

[aliasbosconovitch]

Instant Possession

Imagine the following scenario. You looked at Brad resting on the bench. His body was so sweety and he was deeply breathing. He had been jogging for almost an hour, so his rest was well earned. You slowly approached him, and you were so glad that he didn’t notice you. It was expected because you were in spirit form, but it was nice to confirm that he couldn’t do anything. You were now ready to submerge in his body, to become one with him. You began to push into Brad, and he immediately react. You were expecting that he would freak out, however, he seemed to be enjoying the rush of sensations. Maybe, he was acting by instinct. But he just move his hand towards his package and began to stroke it with pleasure. As you continue to push, the excitement just grew. You continue to push until Brad was near to reach the climax. Then nothing. You could feel sun on your skin. The strong odor coming from your armpits. You keep your eyes closed, knowing that you are now Brad. The real Brad was gone, at least he enjoyed his last moments on earth.

[aliasbosconovitch]

Love Thy Neighbour

When your redneck neighbour turned out to be as stereotypical as one could be; straight, rugged, bible-bashing, conservative, and incredibly homophobic around you… you just couldn’t help yourself and used the possession spell on him.

You turned his life around and made him into that which he hated the most, as you often found yourself on his knees or broad back while taking a big one. Eventually he became known as the biggest cocks*cker in the community.

He hated every second of it, stuck in his own head, and screaming and demanding you return his body to him. It only convinced you even more to make his body you own for good.

So one morning you finally had enough of his profanities and yelling and went out to the barn. Naked, sweaty, and hot, you masturbated furiously till you climaxed all over the floor, thus finally ejecting your neighbour from his own body.

His screaming inner voice was gone, instead replaced by yours that now sounded just like his. The same accented twang and vocabulary included.

You took a few minutes to fully appreciate your new chiseled body and identity, before you grabbed a broom and cleaned out the barn, thus mixing your neighbour’s essence with the horse manure to throw on the crops.

At least now he’ll finally be useful for something…

[aliasbosconovitch]

Gym Exchange - Part 2

Read the first part of Gym Exchange ⬇️

- Three Weeks after the first Gym Exchange -

By now the Uncle and Nephew duo had gotten used to their new routine. Every workout day they would meet at the gym, head to locker rooms, switch into each-overs bodies and get a pump on. Of course being inside Uncle Ted’s body never got old for Jake. Each time was just as hot and exhilarating as the last and every-time without fail he would end up getting at least one massive boner with his Uncle’s thick cock. The only downside to it all was that he was never out of Ted’s sight for long enough to truly explore his Uncle’s body. The best he got was when he slipped out of the gym to go to the toilet when in reality he just locked himself in a stall, whipped out the thick appendage he so loved to have between his legs and started jerking it. Damn his Uncle for having such good stamina though. It meant the furthest he got was a couple spurts of precum spluttering from the tip (which he lapped up of course) before he had to pull his shorts back up and head back into the gym to avoid any suspicion as to what he might’ve been doing. Still though, he hoped one day he’d get his chance to finish. Little did Jake know however that chance might come sooner than he thought.

The last few times Jake and Ted switched, they were unaware of the invisible observer watching over them. It seems the constant use of Ted’s special power had caught the attention of certain warlock. Of course it was none other than Mr Wavell. He’d become curious of this little dynamic going on. A man switching his soul with his Nephews but only at the gym so they may workout in each-over’s bodies. It was amusing for Wavell to see these human’s were now essentially doing his job for him. He couldn’t help but wonder though how the hell this Ted even got that power to begin with? He didn’t look as though he was born a warlock that was just living in the human world like Wavell. Was he granted this power by someone? Did he have some sort of magic item? Or was he really just a human that was somehow naturally born with the power to not only project his soul in a ghostly astral form, but also manipulate others souls as well. Whatever the case was, Wavell was certainly glad to have stumbled across these two.

Something else interesting Wavell had noticed was how the Nephew reacted just before and during the switch. Peering into the young man’s mind he saw how it was filled with excitement. But not just the regular excitement of of a smallish dude getting to be bigger for awhile. No this was something more. Is was lustful. A burning sexual desire for the body of his Uncle and adoring every second he got to spend inside it with his only wish being that he could keep it for longer. Well luckily for Jake, Mr Wavell was in a wish granting mood.

As per usual by now, Jake and Ted met at the Gym the following morning for arm day once again only now they had Wavell spying over their shoulders. They did their normal locker room and switch routine before heading into the gym. Wavell chuckled as he saw Jake, now back inside his Uncle’s body, casual grabbing at his muscles with a smile as his crotch bulged ever so slightly whenever Ted had his back turned.

The pair worked hard through the session, giving their biceps and triceps a great pump throughout. Jake had just finished doing a few sets of barbell curls when Wavell decided to make his move. As Ted removed some of the weights to make the bar liftable for his currently weaker frame, Jake felt what seemed like a shock of electricity shoot through his body causing every muscle to tighten for a second.

“You alright there Jake?”

“Oh uhhh yeah… just goosebumps I think…” He stuttered, not knowing what hell he just felt. Jake didn’t dwell on it though, just deciding to brush it off and continue the workout. As he did though, something felt different. It was hard to explain but it was almost as if he felt more comfortable in his Uncle’s body all of a sudden. Almost like he didn’t feel as though he was just borrowing it anymore…

Soon enough the duo finished up their routine for day. Jake was bummed again as usual to see his time being in this body come to an end until their next workout but he’d accepted it by now. Obviously their was no way he’d be able to keep his Uncle’s body… right? They stepped into the locker rooms and looked around a bit to make sure nobody was looking before Ted activated his power and hoped out of Jake’s body. Only this time something was very off.

You see whenever Ted projects himself, it doesn’t matter who’s body he’s been inside, his soul always remains looking like the same ghostly version of his real body. But not this time. Looking down at his form Ted didn’t see a muscular transparent chest or any boulder like shoulders. Nope instead his astral form now looked identical to Jake’s! What the fuck was going on?! In a panic he tried to reach inside his old body to pull Jake out but it was like some kind of force field was stopping him from doing such.

Wavell laughs as he watches Ted try over and over to pull out Jake’s soul but to no avail. You see Mr Wavell had placed spell on Jake that did two things. One was altering his soul, reshaping it to match his Uncle’s body. It seemed that one had a ripple effect that transformed Ted’s soul into that of his Nephew’s as well. The second was placing a protection seal around it to stop Jake’s soul from being moved or tampered with by someone like Ted. To break such a seal they would require immense magical prowess of which Ted most certainly doesn’t have and he was quickly beginning to realise that.

“I-is everything alright Uncle Ted? You didn’t swap us back?” Jake questioned with fake concern.

Ted had no choice but to retreat back into Jake’s body for now. “I don’t know… somethings wrong I-I-I can’t get your soul out of my body!” He said in a panic. “I’m trying again!” He announced before jumping back into astral form. Of course the outcome was the same. Every time he reached for his body it was like slamming against a brick wall. Soon enough he realised it was a fruitless effort and resigned himself to Jake’s body for the time being.

Jake was almost paralysed with mixed emotions. On one hand he was filled with an unfathomable level of joy and excitement. Every instinct was telling him start jumping for joy at the possibility of being stuck in this gorgeous body he loved so much. But on the other hand his Uncle was starting to freak out a little, leaning his back against the lockers before sliding down the floor in defeat. He felt bad for Uncle Ted. After all he was now being faced with the reality that he might never get his real body back.

“I don’t understand… I’ve done this hundreds and hundreds of times. Been in so many bodies. Some many people in mine. And for much longer than this… So why?…”

“I have… no idea. I don’t even know how you do that crazy soul projection thing… but that said, maybe this is a sign.” Jake’s words caused Ted to look up with a questioning expression as his former face cracked a tiny grin. “Maybe this is a sign from the universe. What if these were always meant to be our real bodies?!” He suggested while running a hand down his muscular frame.

At this point Ted just didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t look like his Nephew was upset in the slightest about being stuck. If anything he looked excited at the idea of keeping all that hard earned muscle for himself. Should he have been angry that Jake was enjoying this? After all it was Ted’s own power that seemingly got them in this mess. And if the roles were reversed then wouldn’t he have loved to take a bigger body than his own?… He lost his train of thought however at the sound of a locker opening. “Oi, what’re you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m getting my gym bag.” Jake replied as he lugged Ted’s bag out of the locker.

“N-No, that’s my gym bag.”

“Not anymore by the looks of it. This bag belongs to Ted Parrish and that’s me.” A devilish smirk spread across Jake’s new face. The lust and excitement for his current body coupled with his intense desire to keep it began to overpower his empathy for his Uncle. “Besides it’s not like the clothes in here would fit you now anyway.”

Ted couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Was his Nephew really that content in just taking his body and life? Just like that? But then it started to dawn on him. All the times he’d seen Jake squeezing his muscles in that body, all the times he couldn’t stop staring at his reflection in the gym mirror, all the times when they swapped back for Ted to find his dick half hard and his underwear stained with the slightest bit of pre-cum. Of course! How didn’t he see it sooner! Jake didn’t just admire his body, he was in love with it! Every time they swapped must’ve been like a sexual fantasy come true for him. He didn’t even know Jake was gay but now it all made sense.

“Right well I’m heading home Jake. I think I’ll wait till I get back to shower and change outta these sweaty gym clothes. I wanna bask in my new musk for just little while longer.” Jake lifted an armpit before taking a deep whiff of his Uncle’s scent. “Fuuuck that’s good!” He roared with excitement as his bulge became painfully obvious. “Well I guess I’ll see ya on Thursday for back and shoulders assuming you still wanna whip that new body of yours into shape.” And with that he began to saunter away in all his sweaty, muscular glory and Ted could do nothing but watch.

With that Ted was left with his thoughts. Should he be angry about this? Should he be happy? After all he might’ve lost his years worth muscle but on the other hand he was 21 years younger now. That’d be more than enough time to build it back up. But on the other hand he now had to live a completely different life. The life of his Nephew no less. He was conflicted for sure. For now perhaps it was best to just head to his Nephews house and clear his head about the whole situation. Especially since Jake seemed to be having no problem doing the same.

He pulled himself up off the floor and grabbed Jake’s locker key out of his pocket. He grabbed Jake’s bag and whatever else out of the locker but just before he left he decided to have a quick peek inside. He found a set of Jake’s normal clothes as he’d expected but what he didn’t expect to find was one of his own tank tops stuffed in their as well. It went missing a week ago but Jake must’ve taken it somehow and stashed it. There was also a pair of his dirty gym socks stashed away in there. Well if that wasn’t proof that Jake was in love/obsessed with him then he didn’t what was.

Meanwhile Jake had not long since exited the gym. He strolled down the road with a spring in his step before deciding to have a look on his Uncle’s phone out of curiosity. What he found on there was rather eye opening to say the least. One of the very first things Jake noticed was the Lock Screen. It was a picture of Ted with his arm around another man who was resting his head on Ted’s shoulder. There was no way. It couldn’t be. It was only when he started snooping through his Uncle’s texts with his now ex-wife that his suspicion was all but confirmed. After looking back and skimming over some of their old conversations he discovered that Ted had actually been cheating on her with another man by the name of Micheal. Lo and Behold after returning to chats, one of Ted’s most recent chats was to a guy named Micheal Robby. In that chat he found a bunch of lovey dovey messages between the two. Who knew that all this time his Uncle was actually gay and had a boyfriend on the DL.

If anything this interesting development had only made things even better since he’d only planned on hooking up with men in this hot new body anyway but now he’s got a boyfriend instead! And judging by some of the photos they’d sent from time to time, Uncle Ted had impeccable taste.

Micheal was a furry dude with a cute bearded face that Jake just wanted to plant kisses all over. Before though, this guy would’ve been considered way older than him. After some digging through Ted’s phone, Jake found that his new boyfriend was 35, over a decade older than his original body. That in mind he still couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that he was actually now the older man in this relationship. Fuck it was hot though. He just wanted to use his newfound strength to pin this Micheal to a wall before exploring that cute body while still trying to get a grip on his own.

The feeling that washed over him when he first stepped inside the house was something else. Sure he’d been round his Uncle’s place a bunch of times in the past to hang out with (and steal the occasional pair of underwear from) Uncle Ted. Now though, knowing that it all belonged to him gave it a totally different feel. Everything his Uncle owned from his body, to his money, to his property, to his… job. Fuck.

A glaring flaw in all this suddenly became apparent. Jake had no fucking clue how to run his Uncle’s life. Sure he had the looks and some of the attitude but that was it. There was no way in hell he was gonna be able to do his Uncle’s job of being a personal trainer at the gym without fucking it up and losing all the clients somehow!

Safe to say the Jake had finally begun to freak out upon finally seeing the negatives to this seemingly permanent swap. He didn’t let it consume him though, instead opting to get a beer from the fridge and sit on the couch the think things through. He could try looking through all his Uncle’s messages and emails etc to gain as much information as possible and perhaps just a piece his life together bit by bit… but could he even do that before it all fell apart anyway? Besides he didn’t even know any of his Uncle’s passwords. The only reason he could get onto the phone was Face ID. He grumbled in annoyance before downing the rest of his beer. Why couldn’t whatever locked him inside his Uncle’s body have given him some memories to help?! Would that've been so hard?! In an effort to calm down Jake ripped off his shirt and began playing with his huge muscle tits some more. Having this hot body was only thing keeping him sane.

Unbeknownst to Jake however, the invisible stalker that caused this had still been watching him. And he was certainly enjoying the pec bouncing show Jake was giving right now. Buuuut the man did have a point. Without Ted’s memories he was probably gonna fuck up his new life within a week minimum. Of course Wavell COULD just give Jake the memories right now but where would the adventure be in that. He had a far more fun idea in mind to do that…

In an instant Wavell teleported himself away into a car park outside a local shop. He swiftly surveyed the area until he spotted just man he was looking for. Micheal Robby. The man had just finished packing some shopping in his car before hopping into the front drivers seat. He was about to press the key onto the ignition when he almost jumped out of skin after a strange, suited man suddenly appeared in the passenger seat.

As you’d expect Micheal began screaming and shouting in shock. His screams were silenced however and replaced with a confused groan as Wavell cast a spell on Micheal’s nuts. Or rather he placed a spell inside them. The spell contained all of Ted’s necessary memories and all that need happen to activate it would be to shoot that spell inside Jake. Micheal’s ball’s swelled to a heavy proportion as they filled with all those ‘magical juices’. Of course it could be fun for Wavell to simply leave it and see if that one time load actually gets where it needs to go. Buuuut he loves to get in on the action and doesn’t like to see a good spell go to waste.

“FUCK MAN WHAT DID YO-” Micheal was cut off by the feeling of Wavell dissolving into a smoke entity before entering his body through every orifice. Within seconds Micheal lost control of his whole body as Wavell’s being dominated every part of it. It didn’t take more than about 10 seconds for the Warlock to completely takeover.

There was a moment of silence as ‘Micheal’ held his eyes closed, focusing himself before opening them back up, a purple glow glazing over them. “Mmm yess… good fit.” He mutters to himself while feeling up his body a little. “Sorry Micheal my cute friend but your Boyfriend is in need of our help.” He stated out loud though it was apparent that Micheal was no longer the one saying this but rather Mr Wavell. “Let’s just say Ted is having a hard time being… himself right now so you are gonna help me, help him.” Then, with a grin on his borrowed face, Wavell pulled out Micheal’s phone and texted ‘Ted’ that he was coming round. The real Micheal was still conscious through all this, though he was just a passenger now until Wavell was done with him.

Unfortunately Wavell was unable to use his power when possessing another vessel hence why he cast that spell into Micheal’s balls beforehand. Only this now meant he couldn’t teleport straight back to Jake so he slotted the keys into the car ignition and started the engine. On the ride there he got a message back. ‘Can’t wait to see you babe! Have been feeling a little off today but I bet seeing you will help me feel much better’ Wavell couldn’t help but find it amusing. Jake had been all worried about fitting in as Ted yet he still couldn’t help but try to get in his new boyfriends pants anyway. Not that he was complaining.

***

Jake was sat on the couch, watching some football like his Uncle would in an effort to clear his mind. In that time he’d stripped down to nothing, being sat bare naked and slowly pumping his thick python of a member in the process. For now he was just trying not to think too hard about how he was gonna pull all this off and instead just tried to enjoy the moment for now. And that he did, watching sport and drinking beer while imitating the way his Uncle speaks only to make him hornier. Of course when Micheal texted him during this saying he was coming over, he couldn’t help but get even more excited. So much so that he nearly busted a nut while touching his body and looking through pictures of Micheal on his phone. But then he heard the sound of a key turning in the front door.

“Micheal?! Is that you?!” Jake shouted from the couch as the front door creaked open, half considering if he should jump up and quickly pull Uncle Ted’s sweaty underwear back on.

“Yup! Just me babe!” Wavell reassured, perfectly imitating Micheal’s speech pattern. He placed the shopping down in the hallway before heading towards the living room. “So how exactly do you think I should help you feel bet— oh” He stopped short upon seeing Jake in all of Ted’s beefy muscle dad glory with a veiny, pulsing erection. “Looks like you were way ahead of me…” a smile cracked upon his face.

Jake hopped up from the couch and swaggered over towards Wavell, cock jumping up and down as he did. “Just seeing your face is helping me feel better already.” There was a lot of truth in that. Sure he was worried about taking over Ted’s life but he thought that if he had a hot, sweet looking guy like this stood by him then he could no doubt work things out. With that he leaned in for a deep sensual kiss that was swiftly reciprocated by Wavell, loving how his stache and stubble rubbed against his new partners beard.

The kiss started out sweet and loving but gradually became more lustful and even animalistic from both ends. It didn’t take long for Jake to start ripping off Wavell’s clothes piece by piece in a desperate attempt to see the body hidden beneath. All the while Wavell is gripping at Jake’s bulging arms, pinching his nipples, teasing his already leaky cock and more until at last Jake pulls down the white jockstrap that had been cradling Wavell’s junk. Finally he could get a good look at his new boyfriend in the flesh. Micheal’s body was had some good, sizeable muscle but also a fair amount of chub spread about to pad it out making him look that much more huggable. He was pretty big for sure but not quite as jacked as Ted’s body. The fur looked great though and he could already smell a faint underarm smell coming from Micheal’s pits. What was surprising though was that Micheal’s cock was just as impressive as Ted’s. They were both bigger than average in both length and girth but it seemed though Ted’s had the advantage in length, Micheal’s won when it came to girth. Jake couldn’t help but notice how big a pair of bull balls his boyfriend had as well though.

The pair smiled and laughed when they noticed they’d both been momentarily hypnotised by one another’s dicks before returning to their make out. It certainly didn’t take long for Wavell to lift up Jake’s arm and dive his nose into the man’s pits. “Mmm you were definitely in the gym today fuuuck…” he stated between breaths. Jake just loved seeing how Wavell enjoyed the scent of Ted’s body just as much as he did. But he need to get a whiff of his boyfriend as well. When he was finally able to pull Wavell away from his own sweaty pits, Jake pressed his nose against the hairy, musky pits of Wavell’s.

The smell was different for sure but just as addicting with him swapping between both pits and even licking up sweat in a frenzy before finally moving back up towards Wavell’s face to kiss those beautiful bearded lips again.

Jake was already thinking of ways in his head of how he was gonna throw Wavell over his shoulder and carry him to the bedroom before destroying that cute, pudgy jock butt he’d been groping. Before he could put that plan into action though, Jake found himself suddenly being manhandled by the smaller man and pressed against the wall in a whirlwind of desire. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. You know I can never stop thinking about your sexy muscle ass daddy.” Wavell murmured into Jake’s ear while peering into Micheal’s memories a little.

Jake on the other hand was taken aback. In his mind he’d imagined his Uncle being the more dominant one. Perhaps because he was bigger and older? And yet the idea of being submissive in his Uncles huge hunky body sounded so fucking hot at the same time. Knowing he was physically stronger than the man dominating him but wanting nothing more to submit anyway… fuuuck it was making him harder than the thought of topping. Was this how Uncle Ted felt with Micheal? The thought of his Uncle secretly being a muscle bottom this whole time was absolutely sending Jake through a horny storm of emotions. And not to mention being called daddy just now! It felt odd but so right at the same time… he fucking adored it!

Jake could feel Wavell’s fat member sliding up and down between his ass while Wavell planted kisses all down his neck and back. Slowly but surely making his way down the sculpted muscle until his kisses reached that perky round muscle butt that was such a sight to behold. Wavell grabbed onto each cheek with a vigour before diving his borrowed face between them, Jake moaning out as his hole was attacked by one very eager tongue. Jake even found himself pushing his hips back a little, pressing his ass further into his lovers face while his hole was tasted and explored. He even went so far as to reach a powerful hand back and press Wavell’s face as deep as it could go to which was met with satisfied grunts.

Once Wavell had finished feasting, he decided it was time they get onto the real thing. “Bed or couch?”

“Wherever you want me babe.”

“Oh really? Because I could take you against this wall right now.” Wavell began to tease a little, pressing his tip against Jake’s hole.

Jake chuckled, even considering the idea for a second before deciding on a more comfortable option. “Fine, bed it is.”

“Then let’s move it daddy.”

Within moments the two found themselves stumbling and kissing into the bedroom before falling on the bed together. It didn’t take long for Jake to have his legs spread and up in the air before resting them softly on Wavell’s shoulders as he positioned his meaty dick before the dad hole on display. Mere moments later the room was filled cries of pleasure and joy as Wavell plowed into Jake of whom swiftly took note of how easily that big cock slid in and out. As if Uncle Ted’s hole had already been stretched by it so many time before. But fuck did it feel nothing if not exceptional. Even opting to squeeze his ass around the fuckstick that was stuffing him

Jake was more than happy to just let this man use his ass in anyway he wanted as they changed into all sorts of positions, happily having his ass railed long and hard until he was practically begging Wavell unload inside him. However it was only when they were both a couple of sweaty, smelly messes that Wavell was finally ready. By this point Jake was laid on his stomach as Wavell pumped down into him, Jake’s stolen ass jiggling at every thrust as his cock pulses beneath him. He let out a long needy groan with his Uncle’s voice that just hearing almost made him jizz right then and there. “Ooh fuck yeah! Come one breed daddy’s hole! FUUCCKK-MMMMFF” Jake grunted between pounds into his ass before Wavell placed a hand on Jake’s mouth. “MMMHHFF…Mmmmmh… Mmmmfff”

Wavell could feel the pressure in his nuts start to rise but with a distinct tingling sensation as well. The spell was getting ready. Though Jake couldn’t see it, Wavell’s balls had begun to glow while continuing to smack against that perfectly sculpted bubble ass. Along with Jake’s previous prompts and his own animalistic urge to breed growing by the second, Wavell was ready. His bull balls lurched, pumping his seed up towards his cock. There was a one last prolonged thrust before Wavell erupted, thick white fluid drenching Jake’s insides as the now older man rolled his eyes back in satisfaction.

Jake loved how full his hole felt, moaning loudly as Wavell finally let go of his mouth. However the magic glow the emanated from Wavell’s balls was now shining inside the stuffed hole. The spell had been planted and was now beginning to activate. Jake’s head began to feel dizzy for a moment, not knowing why until suddenly years worth of memories started piling into his mind. Ted’s memories. He remembered how Ted met his ex-wife but shortly after getting married began going out and cheating on her with other men, getting his ass creamed at any chance. Then years down the line eventually meeting Micheal and splitting from his ex-wife after she found them in bed together. Ever since they’d kept things quiet as Ted was worried how his family would react.

Alongside those he got memories from all aspects of Ted’s life. Some of his childhood, his friends and, most helpful right now, memories and know-how on Ted’s job as a trainer at the gym. Recalling all of Ted’s knowledge on exercise, fitness, nutrition and how to pass that onto his clients. Through all this Jake had managed to roll onto his back, staring at the ceiling with his mouth slightly a-gap as his cock jumped and leaked.

The warlock knew his spell was taking effect and in that moment his could’ve de-possessed Micheal’s body and allowed this to take its course… buuut he decided to stay inside this hot, hairy body just a tad bit longer so he finish what they’d started. He crawled on-top of Jake who was still processing all the memories flooding his mind before planting a few soft kisses along his shaft, licking up all the seed that’d leaked down it during all that prostate stimulation. He wanted to tease it a little more but at the same time he was getting so damn hungry and impatient that he decided to forego the teasing and just wrap his lips around the tip before sliding down, sucking on the juicy member with great vigour and haste.

Jake was already close to the edge as it was. He knew he was gonna bust any second but he wasn’t able to fully focus until the last of Uncle Ted’s memories settled in place. Once they had, he grabbed the back of Wavell’s head and pressed it as far down on his shaft as he could, pushing his cock down the eager throat of the mam who’d just bred him. Then with one big roar of pleasure, Jake shot his Uncle’s load to which Wavell had no issue lapping up and gobbling down with greed.

“Mmmm nothing tastes better than your cum after filling up that sexy ass of yours.” Wavell leaned in and kissed Jake sweetly. “Speaking of, let me go grab you a towel.” He stated with a smile before jumping off the bed and heading into the bathroom.

Once the door was closed, a smoky mist emerged from Micheal’s body as Wavell finally let him go. Micheal of course was about to begin screaming and shouting but as Wavell flicked his wrist, he found himself unable to speak. “Oh I do love having my power back.” After that the warlock went on to tell Micheal to keep quiet about this and that if he started freaking out and telling people about it then he would come back and take Micheal’s body for good next time. Of course that was a bluff, Wavell would never give up his power permanently. In fact he could just erase Micheal’s memories of this but this way was far more amusing. Instead he just told Micheal to keep being a good boyfriend to Ted as he’d recently gone through some ‘changes’ and it’d be good for him to have a nice man by his side. “Oh and look, bonus, your balls are still huge even after releasing the spell. You’ll be churning out giant bull loads for the rest of your life by the looks of it! I guess you can think of it as compensation for the use of your body.”

Jake on the other hand now laid on the bed with an ecstatic grin plastered across his new face. All his fear from before about taking over Ted’s life just vanished. He had no idea how the hell it happened but after gaining those memories there was no doubt he could pass for the real Ted through and through. He flexed his bulging biceps with glee and bounced his pecs again. Fuck that was never gonna get old. It was then as he looked at Ted’s mature face being reflected back at him in the small mirror on the bedside table. That was him now. He wasn’t Jake anymore. “Fuuuck yeah I’m Ted! Ted fuckin Parrish! This huge hulking body, this sexy face and that perfect boyfriend is all mine! Forever!!”

- One Week Later -

The new Ted had perfectly slipped into his new life. He was able to act and sound just as everyone remembered while loving every second of it. He couldn’t count the amount of times he’d jerked himself off in the gym toilets after a training session a client, thinking about how much he loved being looked up to by these people as a pillar of power while groping at his buff body as always. Of course he made absolutely sure to keep up with working out as well as there was no way in hell he was gonna let a godly body like this slip away.

He noticed how Micheal acted a bit weird around him for the first couple days after they fucked on that first nigh but whatever it was he seemed to be getting over it now. In fact he was overjoyed when Ted asked him to finally move in as well, saying how he didn’t want to keep this secret anymore and was ready to tell his family about them. Let’s just say that Ted got some passionate love from Micheal that night.

Strangely enough though it seems that, in the past, original Ted must’ve used his power to swap him and Micheal from time to time to spice things up. Ted only knew this as Micheal suggested they do it one night so he had to lie through his teeth and say his powers had been acting strange recently and he couldn’t get them to work right. Of course in reality he just didn’t have access to them as they still resided inside the soul of original Ted who was currently struggling to live the life of Jake without any new memories. Mr Wavell noticed this though. Perhaps it couldn’t hurt for him to transfer those powers from the old Ted’s soul into the new one. By all rights they should be his powers after all.

All that said however, the new and improved Ted was happier than ever. Sure he might’ve lost some youth but this new life and body was more than enough to make up for it in his eyes. Now whenever he looked in the mirror, the words average or ordinary weren’t even a thought that came to mind because he knew now that without a doubt he was an extraordinary muscle daddy and was loving every second of it!

[aliasbosconovitch]

Turbulence

"Oh god, why isn't he here yet? His flight should've arrived over an hour ago... God having my horny mind and seeing the thick meaty thighs of my cousin's body are the worst combo..."

I looked around hoping I'd see my older cousin Dennis come running up to greet me any minute now. And of course switch our bodies back.

You see, I was coming over here to the state to meet up with the rest of the family. However, I absolutely dreaded flying. I would get panic attacks and hyperventilate the entire flight. So, being the smart and kind older cousin he was, Dennis here came up with the idea of having us test out this new app called "Swappr". Although it was advertised mostly for couples to swap bodies temporarily to have them discover what their partner's bodies were like, we thought it might be a creative way of dealing with my fear of flying. He would take the flight as me, and I would wait here in his body. His incredibly hung and sexy body....

OK, I might have a small crush on him, I know... but could you blame me? He's smart, he's kind, and he's so handsome. He's the only one in my family that actually finds me interesting to talk to, and we would often chat about nerdy things online from time to time. Although having planned all this for a week now, we've been chatting nonstop everyday. Him telling me what allergic food I had to avoid while in his body, and how to best act around my new family so not to raise suspicion. After all, no one in the family would know, because we wanted to play it off like I had finally managed to conquer my fear of flights.

So here I am, in the hot body of my cousin, waiting for him to arrive with my real body. For the last few hours I've been inside this body, as the app only allowed a maximum swap time limit of six hours. My flight would take seven hours though, which meant we opened the app and switched our minds an hour into the flight. Fortunately I don't think anyone saw me pull out my phone and disabled the flight mode. Not that it had ever been any harm, right?

Now the biggest problem though, since I opened my eyes and found myself in a much taller and muscular body, was how fucking horny I've been constantly! I don't know if it's because of my cousin's body, some weird aphrodisiac effect by the app, or simply just the thought of having my mind in this body. I've seriously been trying so hard not to touch and play with myself, as wrong as it was while in possession of someone else's body, but every time my hand accidentally brushed against my crotch or I saw Dennis' handsome face in my reflection on the phone screen, I'd find myself dying to run into the closest restroom to rub a big one out. And yes, I have taken a peek into what's in these pants of his as I had to take a pee a few hours ago (and a few times while sitting here!), and let me tell you... My cousin's fucking huge!

Shit! The thought of his massive manhood instantly made me chub up... I can already feel the pre leaking into and soaking these underwear of his. Fuck! I've got no choice! I'm just gonna have to lock myself in one of the airport's public toilets and jerk one off. I would promise to be quick, but judging from the way I've been feeling while in this body, high chances are I'll be in there for at least half an hour... rubbing myself dry over and over again...

Sorry Dennis! But you'll just have to wait for me to finish up my "affairs" with your body first! They're very urgent..." I thought to myself amusingly as I ran off towards the closest restroom.

Dennis' phone in my back pocket gave off a few buzzes, but I paid it no mind as my hands were already cupping the chubbed up bulge I my pants.

.....

Unbeknownst to me though, the plane my cousin was on had to make an emergency landing in a city close by where I lived. Apparently there had been some turbulence and electronic malfunctioning as the plane passed through a storm a few hours ago. Some flickering lights occurred, and a few TV-screens shut down. But it wasn't until an hour later that one young passenger was found deceased, his hand clutching a phone with the app "Swappr" on the screen.

As the deceased body was carried off the plane, a flashing message briefly emerged on the phone screen:

"Swappr takes no responsibility in cause of death. Should this occur, any and all traces of the apps involvement will be deleted from the user's phones. All profiles still active at that point in time will be permanentally blocked from further usage.

Thank you for using Swappr and enjoy your new bodies"

*Buzz Buzz*

[aliasbosconovitch]

Overdue - Body Swap

Maurice, a captain in the german navy, returns home after months on board. For 7 years now, hes serving in the army, built a reputation for himself as a responsible leader and for a while now, he shares his life with thousands of people online. Hes living a happy life, which unknown to him, is about to change drastically.

Maurice enters his apartment through the main door. Its already late at night, hes exhausted, his body aches with every step he takes. He goes for the light switch, but oddly enough, it doesnt seem to work. 'Just settle in' he says to himself and closes the door.

But the whole situation is even weirder. He walks into the living room, carefully, minding his steps. The air all around him is thick, heavy and a faint smell hovers beneath it. Not sure what to make of it, he puts hls bag down, but catches something in the corner of his eyes. A shadowy figure moving in the dark. "Hello? Somebody there?" He says, his whole body tensing switly. Maurice notices the figure extending an arm in his direction, and he gets ready to defend himself. A thief, he thinks, but the figure wont move an inch. Instead, he hears the sound of words, a language he has never heard before.

Maurice takes a step closer, before something stops him. His whole body shakes, as something is pressing against his skin, like somebody restraining him angrily. "What the fuck." He screams, but these words barely come out. Unable to move any further, he closes his eyes, trying his best to take control again.

Suddenly, a irritating, disgusting smell reaches his nostrils, causing his eyes to jump open. An old, dirty man stands right in front of his face, a coy smlle across his rough lips, as he lays a hand on Maurices strong chest. "I was scared I missed this opportunity." The mans voice cracks horribly, as he snickers. Disgusted, shocked, Maurice tries to get away, but his body isnt obeying his orders.

The old man walks around him, again and again, his thin fingers running along Maurices soft skin. "Go away." He grunts deeply, but the man just laughs. "I will leave, but first, I need you to drinl this, Maurice." The man takes a little bottle out of a bag, a slimey white liquid moving inside it. There is no way hed ever drink something like that.

Maurice watches in horror as the man opens the bottle, and another, aggressive scent invades his nose. Unable to shake his head away, he realises, that it smells familiar. Its the scent of cum, mixed with an earthy, unrecognisable scent of herbs and dust. "No" Maurice protests, but its no use. The old guy grabs his head and jolts it back. So strong, so violent, and there is no resisting. In no time, the bottle enters his mouth, and the thick, tasteless liquid runs down his throat.

He can feel it cover his mouth, his tongue, down his throat, and its immediately showing effect. His body gets stiff, his mind gets heavy. Maurices head aches violently, barely able to keep his eyes open, he spots the old guy taking a deep sip from the bottle as well.

However, it doesnt seem to affect him that much. On the contrary, he approaches Maurice and wastes no more time. He feels the rough lips on his, trying to scream, to fight back, to overpower his assailant. No matter what he does, his body isnt reacting at all. Then, to make matter worse, he feels himself getting hard, his dick pressing against his pants, all of his muscles bulge inside his tight uniform. Something is taking over, he feels it running through ever fiber of his body. Its surpressing him... he can feel his body move again, but at the same time, it feels different. With a sudden push, Maurice shoves the old man off him and to the ground. But its not Maurice whos still standing, instead, hes watching himself from the floor, as his former body opens his eyes, and what he sees, is the same aura from the old man.

"What have you done?" Maurice says, and to his surprise, he hears the voice of the old man, just a rough crack, echoing through the quiet room. Lying on the floor, he watches his body standing there, taking a deep breath and open his eyes. It feels like looking into the mirror, but at the same time, its like watching a stranger on the streets. In shock, he watches himself running a hand through his scruffy beard, along his chin and now both hands down his own chest, firmly touching himself through his shirt. "Fuck." The man moans, as he reaches for his erect cock through his tight pants. "This feels so good. Mhmm." Unable to fathom this surreal situation, he hears his own voice, but its somehow not his voice. It cant be?? "What is he doing to me? This is my body." Still processing, he tries to move this old fragile body, but before he can get up, he gets pushed down and against the wooden floor by a heavy, black boot. "Nah nah. Not so fast." The man smirks, one hand massaging his dick while he reaches for Maurices chin. "Mind that old heart of yours." He says worryingly, caressing Maurices cheek. "You must have so many questions."

Maurice nods quickly, but the man just laughs. In one swift motion, he grabs him by the neck and lifts him easily to meet his eyes.

Breathing heavily, Maurice tries to fight back again, but this body is no use at all. "The moment I saw you, I knew yoir body was the perfect fit for me. The man says, releasing him, dropping him to the floor. "The strenght, the stature, the phisique. Magnificent." Hurt, Maurice lies on the floor again, watching his former body walk through the dark room, flexing his biceps, his chest, his thighs and his neck. "Fuck. Better than expected."

The man starts undressing, starting with the shoes before he unzips his pants. "I was afraid I would not be able to swap with you, this body being the mess it is." He points at Maurice, pity spreading across his face. The pants drop to tje floor, exposing the massive tent inside the boxers. "This cant be true.' Maurice groans, as the man starts touching himself even more. At first, he strokes himself gently, again and again. Still keeping eye contact with Maurice, whos visibly frightened. "Dont make such a face, it will pass. I promise." The man smiles, patting his cock, before he starts umbuttoning his shirt.

"Besides, Id be careful. The hearts not doing a very good job. Otherwise you might have a stroke." A coy smile escapes his lips, but Maurice doesnt feel like smiling at all. "Give me my body back. This is insane!?" He protests again, but his old mans voice is way too husky and rough for anyone to understand really. All whats left for him to do, is watching this man undressing him, for whatever diabolical reason. Slowly, carefully even, he removes one button at a time, until his beautiful chest is fully exposed.

"You did an amazing job, toning this body." The man smiles, running a hand a long hls chest, feelinh his pecs bulging harshly. He starts stroking himself, purring like a big cat while hes pleasing himself. "Stop that." Maurice yells as he tries to get back up again, but his old body is way to quick and way to strong for him to keep up. The man grabs his wrist and neck, twisting it slightly, making Maurice scream again, this tlme in pure agony. He swirls him around and presses hlm agalnsh the stone wall. "Shut the fuck up." The man says firmly, their faces just inches away from each other. Maurice smells the faint scent of his aftershave, and he tears up. "Please. Give me my body back." He whispers, and it feels like the man is considering it, before laughing. "Youre funny." He giggles, before intesifying hls grib once more. "There is no your body anymore. Its mine now, understood?" He shoves him, hard, making him flinch. "But..." Maurice protests.

"There is no but." The man chokes him for a second before letting go off him, taking a step back. The shirt drops to the floor, and he turns around again. "

"This is mine now." He smirks, gesturing towards his body, before stroking himself once more. Casually, he walks through the room, pics up a phone and makes a call. Maurice slides down the wall, his whole body in pain, unable to say another word with his throat slightly damaged.

"Can you send someone? I came home and found this old dude in my apartment. He attacked me but Im okay." He looks at Maurice and winks. "Thank you, see you soon."

He ends the call, throws the phone away and approaches Maurice one last time. "Say goodbye now" The man bites his lip, and before Maurice can react, he knocks him out cold.

[aliasbosconovitch]

Lucky for me that he's such a tool, luring and trapping him inside the closet proven to be too easy. Now, I just need to wait for the gas I placed inside earlier to knock him out and I'll be able to roam freely as him, well, at least until he wakes up

She said there's no way she wanted to be seen with a guy like me, well, just need to become the guy she obsessed with then. Consider her lucky that I didn't do some stupid shit to her, all because I respected her wish and desire. But no one stated that I should play it fair and square, and if the only way to get inside her tight hole is by being this dumb brute, so be it, not like I'm losing brain cells posing as him.

[aliasbosconovitch]

12th Hour

Hey all! Sorry it's been a minute, but I'm finally back with something new! Little different, so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my first original story! The link to it is here if any of you want to check it out.

Elias couldn’t even believe he’d agreed to come to this damn party. It had been his younger brother Adrian that had wanted to go, he was basically just along for the ride. He owed his little brother one for covering for him when he forgot to buy a mother’s day gift, so if that meant going with him to some crazy sounding ‘body roulette’ party so he didn’t have to go alone, then so be it. In truth, it wasn’t so bad. Sure, he didn’t know what the body roulette aspect actually meant, but it was free booze, good music, and hot girls; the perfect night out.

He’d been there for around half an hour, drinking and flirting, when a girl dressed in red approached him, a curious smile on her face. “Guy like you at a party like this? What kind of person would you possibly want to swap with?” She shouted, a slight strain in her voice as she struggled to be heard clearly over the music.

Elias frowned. His brother had tried to explain it to him on the way over, but Elias hadn’t really been listening if he was honest with himself. “What’d you mean swap?” He stepped closer and leaned in to speak into her ear, voice raised so she could hear him.

Elias may as well have just asked what planet they were on, because she looked at him like he was crazy. “Come on, you really don’t know what this party is?” Elias shook his head no. It was easier than speaking. “It’s a body roulette party. People come to these to get their heads detached and randomly put onto another body of someone at the party for the evening. You’ve really never heard of these?” Another shake of the head. “Look, in 15 minutes or so, the music will shut off and we’ll all gather in the main room. Be there if you want to experience something wild.”

Elias agonised over the decision for the next 15 minutes. He should really turn and run, get the fuck away from this damn place. But he couldn’t abandon his brother, whose very idea this party had been. Adrian obviously already knew everyone was supposed to be about to get their heads taken off, wanted it even, so Elias was stuck here. Or, that’s how he explained away his desire to stay to himself at least.

True to what he’d been told, almost exactly a quarter of an hour later, someone shut the music off and the lights calmed down, the house feeling a little more ordinary than it had a moment ago. People started to leave the room he had been lurking in, and with his curiosity piqued and nothing better to do, Elias followed.

***

The main room of the house was packed, almost wall to wall, as people naturally formed themselves into rows with space to walk in between. Clearly, most people here had been before and knew how this shit worked, so Elias just followed the average-looking guy in front of him and got into line. He tried to use his increased height to spot his brother, but with the amount of people in the room, he had little hope of spotting Adrian’s blonde hair.

Several boring minutes later, a pair of decently built and similar looking guys appeared on the balcony above the crowd. The only major difference in their appearance was their hair colour. The guy on the left was ginger, whilst the guy on the right had brown hair. Besides that, there were only very tiny differences; the width of their shoulders, an inch or two in their height. The ginger held one hand out and motioned for the room to quieten down. Things were about to start. “Welcome everyone! Nice to see so many new faces here amongst the familiar ones, though that will all change soon!” He said with a laugh once the noise had dropped enough to be heard. Elias could only assume that was some ‘in’ joke he didn’t get yet as most of the crowd laughed around him, though he soon would.

“I’m glad so many of you could make it to our monthly body roulette, but for those fresh faces, how about a quick demonstration?” the brunette said as the ginger rubbed something onto his neck.

The crowd cheered, and Elias could only watch as the two men smeared a strange black substance around each of their necks from a large jar in front of them. Once done, each of them slowly tilted his head from side to side, then pulled upwards in one sudden move. Elias’ eyes went wide when their heads detached from where the black substance had been, somehow leaving the same thing covering the inside of their neck where there should be blood and bone. No one else around him seemed to flinch, watching the two men intently as they moved on to the next stage.

The headless bodies had brought down the now detached heads and held them in front of their chests whilst Elias wasn’t looking, and were now in the middle of passing them between each other like nothing was wrong. It was as casual as if they were passing a basketball, not their own damn heads. Was no one else seeing this?

It only got weirder as they lifted their now exchanged heads up and sat them squarely on the once empty necks. There was almost a ripple that passed through the strange black stuff. The whole thing seemed to harden and crack from the goo it had been, flaking off and falling to the floor like it had never been there. Both guys grinned down at the crowd and tilted their heads from side to side, properly attached and everything.

It was again the ginger who spoke first, now stood on the right of the pair. “Obviously, with you all there will be adjustments to your heads to match your bodies; we’ve just swapped so many times we don’t know which body is our original anymore!”

“Most of you all know how this works, but for the newbies, we’ll run over it as usual. All of you will get your heads detached for five minutes so you lose control of your original body. When that happens, you’ll feel yourself a sort of blank nothingness. Don’t worry, that’s supposed to happen. Whilst you’re all out, we will place your head onto a body picked at random, then given another five minutes for your head to adjust to the new body. You’ll ‘wake up’ once that time passes.” The brunette, now on the left, continued. “Make sure you’re back here before midnight. As usual, we’ve timed this so you’ll be able to spend until then on your new bodies without getting stuck.”

“Obviously, for the veterans of the room this time will be shorter, so it’s the usual deal. Keep an eye on the newbies, you’ll know who they are. Make sure they don’t freak out too much when they ‘wake up’ and all that, you know the drill by now.” About half the people in the room nodded as the ginger finished speaking. Those that Elias could only assume were the more experienced ‘veterans’ of the group.

It was just now dawning on Elias how real this was. Not some stupid joke he hadn’t quite believed. Real. And that was about to happen to him; he was about to get his head swapped onto another body for the night, and it was far too late to back out now.

***

It was a strange feeling, the black goo-like stuff being smeared around his neck. The now swapped pair that had given the speech had come down and started working their way through the rows, letting those that knew what they were doing take some of the slimy stuff to apply themselves whilst themselves helping those that didn’t. Having another man's hands on his neck was the least of Elias’ concerns, he was more worried about the alien sensation growing as his neck was covered. It was like he couldn’t work out where his head ended and his body began; he knew his neck was there obviously, but it was as if he couldn’t feel it despite being able to feel everything on both sides.

He almost breathed a sigh of relief when the hands from around his neck were removed, before the same hands on the sides of his head reminded him what was next. The last thing he saw as the ginger guy pulled upwards was a room full of bodies with no heads. Which of those bodies would he be stuck on for the rest of the night he wondered?

Everything went black.

It wasn’t a sensation Elias could really describe. It wasn’t like closing your eyes or walking into a dark room, it was closer to that ‘nothingness’ you don’t really feel when you’re asleep. Only he was very much awake. Feeling his head as they moved it around the room and placed it down was strange too, like his whole body was being effortlessly carried, only he didn’t have a body to be carried, just a head.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been when he was moved again. His sense of time was totally disrupted at the moment. He only knew that this meant he was getting a body again, and whilst he was apprehensive as to what he would get, anything would be better than this. There was a pressure under where he assumed his neck was all of a sudden, and he could already feel something had started to shift. It was happening. When he opened his eyes, he would officially be a part of all this insanity. He would be on a totally different body.

***

It was a relief when he slowly blinked his eyes open; like walking out of a dark room into the bright sun. His eyes weren’t quite adjusted yet. But from what he could see there was a muscular man with a well-kept beard with a hand resting on Elias’ shoulder looking at him. “Hey Elias, back with us?” The guy said as the world shifted back into focus.

“Y-Yeah, I think so.” He replied, then frowned. Was that his voice? That wasn’t right, softer and slightly higher pitched than it should’ve been. Then he remembered where he was.

“Good!” the stranger, who admittedly looked slightly familiar, said without missing a beat. “I bet you want to see the new you for the night, don’t you?”

Elias could only nod as he was guided towards another room, no doubt to a mirror of some kind so he could see himself. As he walked though, he realised that something was off. Was it just him, or did everything seem bigger than it had before? Like the familiar stranger next to him; from what Elias could see, the guy was built, but he was no bigger than Elias should be. It was only when he reached the mirror that he got a good look at what exactly the problem was.

“There’s no fucking way that’s me! You can’t be god damn serious, a twink?! I’m some tiny little twink for the evening?” he shouted at no one in particular. The hosts were right, he still looked enough like himself that people might recognise him as Elias, but this was nothing like the hunky version body he’d spent forever building. He was small all over, smooth skin with almost no body hair, barely a trace of muscle, and his ass looked huge and felt so fucking empty for some reason—“Oh you’ve got to be kidding, this body is gay isn’t it?? How the fuck does that work? Am I gay now? Is this going to mess me up when I go back to my normal body?”

The guy shrugged. “It’s kinda messy. The more you do it, the better grip you have on yourself, but for a first time swap like you? Yeah, if the original owner was gay, chances are you are for the night too.”

Elias put his head in his hands. This was so far from what he had expected of the night. What a fucking disaster this hard turned out to be. He was hoping to hook up with someone hot and get a good night of sex, but the only way that would happen tonight was with a guy. And as much as he could feel the craving for cock inside him, there was no way he’d give in. Not a chance. Nope.

Elias barely flinched when he felt a large hand on his back, rubbing slow circles in an attempt to soothe him. He hated how much it was working. “Look, it’s not so bad. This is why you came, right? For a totally new experience for the night, whatever that might be.” Elias looked up to see the guy sat next to him, muscular arm outstretched to where the hand was still on his back. “And hey, at least you didn’t end up as a girl! That would’ve been even worse for you, I imagine.” He said with a slight laugh.

He let out an empty sound in reply, halfway between a resigned huff and an unamused laugh. “That’s the joke. I only came for my younger brother’s sake. He didn’t want to go alone and I owed him one, now here I am.” Elias sighed as he glanced back down at his smaller body. It was a strange sight, not one he wanted to get used to, but he couldn’t deny the stranger was right. “Yeah, I suppose so. Least I still have a cock, even if it is smaller.”

“What would be so bad about enjoy being a gay twink for the evening?” The muscled hunk, whose name Elias really needed to ask, questioned.

Elias couldn’t do that. He might be stuck like this for the evening, but he had already decided there was no way he would give in to the desires he could feel clawing at him. “Because I’m straight!” He shouted back, louder than was necessary. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have anything against gay guys; but that’s not me.”

The shrug and playful smirk he received in response only angered Elias even more.

“For tonight it is.”

Elias forced himself to say nothing. It wasn’t this guy’s fault this had happened, and as irritated as he was, if he took it out on this guy, he would only feel bad. Several tense moments of silence passed between them with neither saying a word, only broken when the muscular stranger stood up.

“Look, I’m going to head back out there. You’re welcome to join me, but I get the feeling you want to sit and keep wallowing for a bit?” The other man said, the playful smirk from moments earlier returning. “If you change your mind and want to have a good time instead of sulking, come find me.” He waved a hand over his shoulder as he turned and headed for the door, two fingers tapped against the side of his head in a casual mock salute as a goodbye.

Elias watched him leave, eyes unwittingly roaming over the man’s impressive back. Even under the t-shirt he was wearing Elias could see the muscles of his back move as he strode away, the new desires that swirled in his head loved the way the fabric stretched tight and subtly shifted with the swagger of the friendly strangers’ shoulders. Eyes continued down the vast expanse of the guys' back and only halted their journey when they reached the two muscular globes that were pressed out against dark jeans. Whoever's body this was originally clearly put in a lot of work. Every inch was perfectly formed. Elias could tell himself he was just admiring the dedication put into the body, but in the back of his mind he knew as his eyes travelled over the guy’s arms what the real reason was. But it was there, just above his left elbow that Elias spotted something that made his eyes go wide.

It was a small tattoo, a few words ‌he couldn’t quite make out clearly. But Elias knew what they said. The placement and the slope of the lines were distinct enough to be recognisable. He saw it in the mirror almost every day when he took gym selfies, after all. He’d just been chatting with the guy who had his body, admiring his own muscle like it was a buffet and he hadn’t eaten in a week. That would explain why the body was so well built and the guy looked familiar, but all the denial in the world couldn’t stop the embarrassment that washed over him at that moment. Tonight was going to suck.

***

Elias eventually dragged himself out of the room and back to the party, but only so he could get a drink and sit in a dark corner to watch the crowd. He spent a good hour there at least, not even bothered to refill his drink after the first was done with. Despite his best effort, Elias hadn’t been able to fully stop the gay desires building in him either. His eyes had kept catching on various men that walked past, Elias unable to pull his eyes away from the men’s pecs or arms or asses as they passed through his line of sight. The only ones that dared approach were met with a scowl that sent them running in the opposite direction. Seemed like no one was going to mess with an angry twink, even if he hated that’s what he was right now. It took a while, but his anger at the situation slowly ebbed away as he sat there, alone. Everyone else around him was enjoying themselves, and clearly no amount of anger was going to make the gay go away.

The whole situation sucked, but he had started to question whether being sat around doing nothing until midnight was worth it. There was fuck all he could do to change things. An hour of sulking and running over every idea in his head confirmed that. He couldn’t leave, and asking them to swap back now because he didn’t like the body would just make him look like a massive homophobic asshole. So his only two options were to wait it out and sulk, or say fuck it and join the party. He had spent the last hour on the first one and he was bored out of his mind. Maybe, if he was careful, he could at least go talk to some people?

He stood up, and like fate playing a cruel trick, there was the guy from earlier that had his body. A lull in the crowd gave Elias a perfect view of him, and what a view it was. His resistance was momentarily shattered as he watched the guy dance; pecs bounced in his tight t-shirt as he moved, biceps and triceps flexed brilliantly as his arms pulsed back and forth with the music. But it wasn’t just Elias’ body that made him look good, it was his whole attitude as he laughed and danced and enjoyed himself. Elias found it intoxicating, and he wasn’t even standing close. He looked like he belonged there, like he’d never had any other body.

And just when Elias thought he might be able to slip away and avoid any more awkward encounters, their eyes locked. It rooted him to the spot, unable to look or move away as the hunk who wore his body grinned at him. It only got worse seconds later when the guy nodded his head to beckon Elias over, a wink and a quick bounce of his pecs added moments later when Elias didn’t budge.

He didn’t even realise he’d done it when he found he’d taken a step forwards. Then another. Then several more, until he was standing directly in front of the man that had called him over.

“Look, about earlier…” Elias started after a brief moment of silence between the two.

He cut Elias off with a dismissive wave of his hand. “Don’t worry about it, seriously. You were freaked out, new body and all that. Little more used to it now, I hope?”

Elias opened his mouth to reply, only to close it again moments later. That was a question he didn’t know how to answer. Was he more used to it now? Not particularly, but at the same time it didn’t feel as viscerally wrong as it did an hour ago.

“Don’t think too hard about it, you’ll hurt that pretty head of yours.” Another wink sent a shiver down Elias’ spine; he really did need to get a damn hold on this new sexuality. It only got worse when the guy held a hand out to him, a questioning eyebrow raised. “Want to dance?”

He instinctively reached out to take the offered hand, but stopped himself once he realised what he was doing. As his hand hovered there, he realised how much he wanted to dance. It would be so easy to close their hands together and let himself get whisked off into the crowd, but there was still a hesitation that gnawed away at him. It was the same one he’d spent an hour brooding over, the same one that had only left him bored and frustrated.

He shook his head slightly in an effort to dispel the monologue of worry from his mind; as long as he watched himself, he’d be okay. Without a second thought, he took the hand and gave the guy a friendly half smile, the best he could muster with how shot his emotions were. He received a grin of brilliant white teeth in return, and with one tug of their now joined hands, Elias was off into the mass of people.

It was like the entire room fell away around them as they danced together to the music; laughs erupted from both as they constantly tried to one up each other with the stupidest dance moves they could think of. He told himself that it was just for a few minutes, he’d watch himself and he’d be fine. But as he danced away with the larger man, he couldn’t help but get lost in the almost electric energy that passed between them without a word. They moved together, perfectly in sync as if they’d done this for years; so it came as no surprise when they slowly drew together over the course of a couple of songs.

Their bodies were flush together, large hands settled on Elias’ hips and pulled him in. He should care, he should shove the guy away and run for it, but damn if that desire to just enjoy these new strange feelings wasn’t strong as hell.

Elias couldn’t pinpoint when exactly it happened, but at some point after the hunk had pulled close his smaller body, he found a pair of lips against his own, a beard that should have been on his face scratched deliciously against his skin. The part of his brain that still held onto his identity as a straight man was almost screaming at him as their lips moved together, but the rest of him just melted into it. Strong arms around his waist held his smaller body close, and whilst that felt different, it was a difference he didn’t hate. One he was finding he rather liked, even if he knew it was the body that made him like it. He felt safe, protected amongst the vast crowd of people by the stunningly attractive man he was kissing.

“Want to go somewhere a little more private?” the hunk whispered into the kiss.

Elias’ body went rigid.

“Hey, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, we can just sit and chat if you’d rather.” He said, voice low and reassuring. “Take a break from all this, just you and me, yeah?”

Elias pulled back slightly and looked up, eyes locked with those of the man that was towering over him. The man that he couldn’t deny he enjoyed the company of as they danced and kissed, as scared as that might make him feel. He wasn’t an idiot, he knew what ‘going somewhere more private’ meant, he’d used that line plenty himself. But if he really wasn’t going to be pushed into anything, was it such a bad idea?

“Okay.” He nodded after a moment. “Let’s go.”

***

Elias felt like he was a bomb about to go off as he closed the door to one of the upstairs bedrooms. It had been one thing when he said yes, but actually being here was totally different. It wasn't the same as when they’d first been alone either, though; they hadn’t had that palpable tension between them, a spark that hadn’t been there before.

“Just you and me now.” Elias heard from behind him. He glanced over his shoulder into the room, the man with his body had sat on the bed and was patting the spot beside him. “Join me?”

Elias was nervous, but nodded and sat down anyway. He knew what his body wanted, and the musky smell of sweat that wafted into his nose as he took a seat only made him want it more. His eyes landed on plump lips surrounded by a well-groomed beard and his thoughts got lost in them. He knew what those lips tasted like, he knew the scratch of that beard against his skin. If his desires really were a bomb, that bomb was seconds away from exploding.

All it took was the tilt of the stud’s head, the questioning quirk of an eyebrow as he leaned in and Elias knew he was fucked. Literally. He’d tried so damn hard to resist the pull, but that seemed to have the opposite effect. All he could think about as the distance closed was this guy’s cock in his ass, and damn if that thought didn’t terrify and excite him all at once.

It was like a set of floodgates burst open as their bodies finally met again, a flurry of movement and activity. Kisses lead to moans at lips on Elias’ neck, clothes pulled from his body with such speed and strength Elias would have been worried it had ripped if he wasn’t otherwise distracted. As far as he cared, the fewer clothes he had on, the more of the rough beard he’d get to feel against his skin, and he couldn’t deny he wanted more of that.

Elias didn’t know how much time had passed when he found himself lying face down in the middle of the bed, or what had happened to the last of their clothes. It was like a fog of lust had descended over his brain, one he couldn’t shake loose no matter how hard he tried. The weight of a muscular body pressed down hard on top of him and there was the distinct feeling of a cock pressed between his ass cheeks; he was trapped, and it felt great.

“This is going to feel a little strange, but trust me, okay?” that same sexy voice said a few minutes later as fingers danced towards Elias’ hole. The pop of a cap and a slight squirting sound was the only thing that clued Elias in to what was about to happen, just when lube had been fetched Elias couldn’t work out.

Cold and slimy was the first thing he felt as lubed fingers brushed over his hole and gave a gentle push. Elias buried his face into a nearby pillow and gripped the sheets; maybe he had no idea what he was meant to be doing, but his body did. He relaxed his ass as much as he could and tried not to clench as the alien feeling of a finger pushed in, even pushing his ass back against the intrusion as a desperate whine spilled from his lips. He needed to be filled, and one finger wasn’t going to cut it. It wasn’t long before a second, then a third finger was added, his ass getting well lubed and stretched, ready for what was about to happen.

Elias heard the all too familiar sound of a condom wrapper and more lube as quick work was made of the cock about to fuck him. He silently thanked himself for remembering to shove a condom into his jeans before he left as he usually did with parties, he just never imagined he would be the one getting fucked by it.

“By the way,” the man above him whispered into his ear, “I never told you my name. It’s Adrian.”

Elias froze.

“A-Adrian?! As in… my Adrian?” He said after a moment, still very aware of the hard cock that was poking at his hole.

Adrian grinned. “Yeah big bro, your Adrian. Though I guess little bro is probably more appropriate now, huh?”

Elias could barely process what was happening. Adrian, his little brother Adrian, was the guy who’d ended up with his body? The guy he’d been dancing with, kissing, and whose cock he was about to slide down onto. It was all too overwhelming. He was already a little lost in that haze of lust, and this just shook him up even more. He shouldn’t do this, he really shouldn’t, but the head of Adrian’s cock had slid into him and he had this hunger for it, this need inside him to get fucked and—“Ooohhhhhh!!” He moaned as Adrian’s cock pushed deeper.

Adrian chuckled. “Thought that might shut up your worrying. What have I been trying to tell you all night? Just enjoy it bro, I’ll take care of you.”

That was all the permission Elias needed. Too desperate, too horny with the last couple inches of Adrian’s, his, cock sliding into him. It was like lightning shot through his body when Adrian finally bottomed out, his prostate on fire with sudden pleasure. It was too good for him to have any hope of holding on to his sexuality; he was gay as all hell right now.

Adrian seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He knew how to move, how to thrust his hips just right to drive his cock into Elias’ prostate over and over, how to make Elias whine and whimper like some horny little gay slut. Although with each thrust, Elias had begun to believe more and more that was who he was. Muscular arms around his waist and large hands on his ass held him close whilst lips kissed at his face, his neck, anywhere they could reach. He felt safe and special and so fucking turned on, and it was all at the hands of his little brother.

It took all Elias had to hold out and not cum in seconds, but that restraint was fading with each brutal thrust down into Elias’ ass. He was going to cum, and he hadn’t even touched himself.

As if he could sense his brother's orgasm as it approached, Adrian leaned down so his mouth barely grazed the shell of Elias’ ear. “I know you’re close, and without even touching yourself. Cum with me little bro, you know you want to.”

It took moments for Elias to explode. His ass squeezed tight around Adrian's length as his first hands-free orgasm rocketed through his body and cum spurted out of his cock onto the bed below. It was like fireworks went off in his head, it was so good, so right this feeling as he submitted to his brother. Speaking of his brother, it was only seconds later he heard a groan from above him and the cock in his ass throbbed with Adrian's own eruption of cum. He resented the condom a little as the cock pulsed in his ass. He knew his body was clean, so maybe he'd get another chance to get fucked raw and feel his ass getting filled with cum.

Both men panted for breath as they came down from their blissful high. Adrian was careful to fall to one side so he didn't crush his now smaller brother under his bulky frame. “You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” Elias said as he rolled against Adrian’s chest.

“Done what?”

“Fucked someone in a body like that.”

Adrian blushed a little, but didn’t look away. “Yeah, I think the guys like seeing me on bodies like this, every one of these I come to I end up as some jacked stud. Not that I’m complaining or anything!”

“I should’ve fucking guessed it was you.” Elias said with a huff.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah!” Elias’ eyes lit up with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. “That stupid salute you do should’ve given it away instantly. Your dancing too, though I guess it does look better on my body…”

Adrian shrugged. “The one time I really dance is at these things, guess I just got so used to dancing with a muscular body I didn't even think about it.” The soft muscle of Adrian’s chest squished under his hand as he glanced down and played with his pecs a little, Elias’ blushing furiously at the sight.

A couple minutes of silence passed between the two brothers as they lay curled together, neither particularly wanting to disturb the moment and begin the awkward conversation that needed to happen. In the end, it was Adrian's phone beeping that broke the comfortable silence, the alarm he'd set for just before midnight shocking them both back to reality.

“Look,” Adrian said a couple of minutes later as he twisted himself to face Elias, a single finger raised. “We can do two things. One, we can get dressed and go downstairs, swap back and forget this ever happened.” He’d raised a second finger, this one with a slight smirk. “Or we can stay like this. Fuck long into the morning, and you can stay my gay twink little brother.

It scared Elias how quickly he knew which of the two options he wanted to pick, but there was no denying it now. He blushed hard, eyes darted away from his brothers. “I’ve never felt anything like this, so small and cute and wanted. I-I like it, you dominating me like that.”

“So?”

Elias sighed and looked back at Adrian. “So, let’s stay.” He said in a shaky breath.

Adrian’s eyebrows shot up. “Really?”

Elias nodded. What the fuck had he just agreed to?

[aliasbosconovitch]

My father’s scent.

I lift a heavy arm, I inhale the scent of my new body. It’s the smell of male sweat, the musk of high testosterone, mixed with my own raging pheromones. It brings my mind back to the primitive urges of my carnal desires.

This is the smell of a man who has been working as hard as he can. The scent is strongest where the sweat has dripped down and pooled in places his rough hands couldn’t wipe away. I trace each groove and crease with my fingers and breathe in deeply, taking each layer of his scent into my nose. This scent is a map of his hard work and it feels like I am being welcomed into his life as I make it my own.

I don’t know how long I stand there in his room, surrounded by all of his things, all of them covered in his scent, taking in the smell of my new body and running my big hands and fingers everywhere and all over the massive vehicle I now command. I slowly realize there is no one around, no one to yell at me, no one to make me feel small.

I am my father now. His room is my room. His body is my body. His smell is my smell.

The smell of my father’s manly cock drives me crazy. His scent is a drug in the air, and I cannot get enough of it. My body pumps with blood and sweat begins to enlarge my penis to its fullest and most intimidating size. His boxer briefs are a tent pulled tightly over his crotch, and I see his manly cock poking out at me as if to say, “Come and get it!”

I grab the waistband and push the boxer-briefs down. His giant cock springs out, slapping against his abdomen. His balls are large and heavy, like two battering rams jiggling in their sack. I smell them. I take one ball in either hand and squeeze. I feel their weight. I smell them again.

I sniff my fingers. It’s the smell of a man who is ready to breed. With no one around, I’ll have to take care of it myself. I lay back on his bed, claiming it as my own, rolling in it to absorb even more of his fatherly scent. I wrap my hand around his hard, wet penis and begin stroking it slowly at first, but like a wild animal, I cannot restrain myself for long. Soon I am stroking it harder and faster, as my own excitement grows.

Goosebumps run all over my body, a wave of energy surges through my veins. My whole body is rigid and trembling. My cock is so hard it hurts. My balls are swollen and tight against my body.

I stroke myself hard and fast, rubbing, tugging, and squeezing my shaft all the way. I almost can't handle it. I am ready to cum, and with a roar I ejaculate in big, long ropes over my strong and brick-like chest. I collapse in the bed and rub the semen in like lotion. It will only add to my new scent.

I relax now, and breathe it in. I have my father’s manly scent all over me, and I love it. I feel so strong and powerful. I feel like I could do anything. Now, I am my father. Now, this scent is mine.

[aliasbosconovitch]

The Perfect Customer

Business was going as usual. Another calm and slow day as I was stuck behind the cash register. Taylor was busily running around taking inventories and restocking the shelves. That's when the most gorgeous man I've ever laid my eyes upon stepped into the store. His thighs were massive as he strolled around, his arms were bulging through the sleeveless shirt he had decided to wear, and that handsome face with those incredible blue eyes bore straight through me. I was completely mesmerised by him.

And then he even came over and asked me where he could find some good instant coffee. Hearing that deep husky voice with that Aussie accent, and smelling that musky scent wafting from that sweaty hot body of his... I could barely stand straight.

He seemed like a friendly guy though, and after a bit of talking I sent him over to the back of the store where the dry food were. That's when I also learned that he was traveling all over the world alone. Just a backpack, some cash, and his strong durable body.

My eyes were so glued to him as he walked around amongst the shelves that I handed out completely wrong changes. An elderly lady even poked me with her stick after I gave her a 200 bill instead of 20...

I didn't even notice as Taylor stepped up behind me and wrapped his arms around my stomach. Putting his chin onto my shoulder, he was happily humming to a song we had been listening to last night.

"I see that something caught your eyes, hun." Taylor said teasingly before he gave me a kiss on the neck. Tay and I have been married for over seven years now, and so of course he knew exactly how to drive me nuts. "Although I admit even I have a hard time not staring at that fine piece of a meat..."

"Mmmmm..." I couldn't help but moan as Taylor touched me in all the right spots, all while I was busily imagining the gorgeous hunk's shirtless body.

After a while, Taylor finally let go of me and began walking towards the back of the store where I had sent the customer. He checked the aisles to make sure there were no other customers in the store before he turned towards me with a devious grin on his face. "Maybe it's time for a change after all... What do you say?"

"Tay... don't..." I said, but I don't think it sounded very convincing. That and those hungry pleading eyes of mine that were still imagining the hunk being shirtless. Tay just gave me one of those big wide smirks of his that I had fallen for all those years ago.

I watched him disappear to the back of the store, out of my vision. It was quiet for a while, until I suddenly heard cans and boxes falling from the shelves and clanking onto the floor. A bit of a struggle, I presumed. It continued for a few more seconds before finally a loud intense moan echoed throughout the store... and everything went deathly quiet once again.

I gave off a deep sigh before flipping over the sign on the store to "Closed", grabbed a nearby broom, and walked over to the back. As expected, the aisle was a complete mess with products lying everywhere on the floor. Neither Taylor or the customer were anywhere to be found, though I did notice a white trail of footprints made by flour was seen leading into one of the locked restrooms in the back.

This was exactly why I didn't want him to use his power... again. He always left such a huge mess after himself, not to mention he'd be completely exhausted for a few days afterwards. And considering it could take him up to three years for him to fully recharge his power again, there was always the risk of the body being sick or dying. The last one before his current one even had to undergo chemotherapy...

Slightly annoyed I began sweeping up the mess on the floor, grabbed anything salvageable and put it back on the shelves, and finally bent down trying to rub off the stains on the floor. I'm definitely forcing him to do another inventory after this.

As I was busily cleaning the floor, I heard the lock to the restroom open up and heavy footstep coming my way. Still slightly irritated over the way he had acted, I decided I would ignore him and not give him the satisfaction of seeing my reaction.

But alas my body betrayed me.

The moment he walked over and bent down next to me, I could feel the heat radiating from his warm muscles. That deep overwhelming musk from earlier also filled my nostrils, sending shivers down my spine. I wanted to look up and tell him to fuck off, but instead I was completely awe-struck by the sight of Tay's new handsome face and gorgeous blue eyes. That trademark smirk I knew all too well plastered onto his new chiseled face.

Seeing my stunned reaction, he took the opportunity to grab my face and mashed his full and soft lips against mine. He tasted absolutely delicious, so much so that I somehow found myself instantly soiling my pants... Fuck.

"Suuurprise hun! I got a present for you..." Tay said, as he slowly pulled away from my lips. He was fully drawing on that deep accent of his, causing me to sputter the very last bits I had left in my balls. "And you know what, I think this one's a real keeper. I might just keep him forever..."

I could only moan in agreement as he pulled me up from the floor and dragged me back into the storage area, passing by the unconscious previous body of Tay's in the restroom, all while hungrily ripping off the clothes on his new marvelous body.

I'm guessing we're going to have to close the store for tonight, and maybe even tomorrow. It certainly won't be good for the business... or my poor ass...

[aliasbosconovitch]

Morning Glory

God, I just love the way Tanner's body feels as I go for a morning run. These furry thick pecs of his that bounces around wildly and the fresh scent of sweat that comes from his armpits. It's honestly so addicting. And that's not even mentioning the after-run shower. There's nothing that beats the feeling of cold water cascading down on this perfect flesh while I play around with its sensitive nipples. I'm always so hard afterwards that I end up masturbating in front of the bathroom mirror and ejaculating all over his sexy reflection.

I'm so glad I convinced my cousin Tanner to let me use the magical body switching talisman with him. He was obviously apprehensive at first, but after I convinced him of all the fun of being a college kid again he quickly accepted it. And just like that we were looking at each other from new sets of eyes.

Tanner's probably having the time of his life at campus right now, while I decided to use his hard-earned vacation days to get a few weeks off. Just to get to know and fully appreciate this fantastic body of his.

Now, my cousin's expected to return at the end of the term so that we'll switch back... but I have some very bad news for him. You see, a few days ago I accidentally dropped the talisman on the floor and stepped on it, crushing the fine gem in the middle of it into a million shards...

I'll have to explain to him that we're stuck in these new bodies forever, and I'm sure he won't be as happy about it. But there's nothing he and I can do about it. He'll just have to accept that he's the younger college cousin now, and I'm cousin Tanner, with the perfectly furry chest and sexy fit body.

God, I'm so hard already... maybe I'll just skip the shower today and go straight for the masturbation. Hopefully the musk of my sweaty armpit won't make me blow too hard...

[aliasbosconovitch]

The Plunge

‘Am I really going to do this?’ I thought to myself as I stared at the slightly wobbling reflection of the mythical mirror in front of me.

In it I saw my Swedish cousin Fredrik’s nude form sleeping peacefully with his juicy ass jutting out as if to entice me even further. The slight fuzziness on his plump ass and his hard muscled back were things I could spend the entire day ogling at, but I knew I had to make a decision. However, I also knew that if I stepped into the mirror, causing myself to be plunged into his body and life, I would also never be able to go back. Because no matter how hard I desired it, or amount of money I would pay, could help me fly half across the globe and return back to the magic mirror in time before the portal sealed itself for good. Best case scenario; I would be there just in time to watch the portal close, leaving me standing there and watching my Swedish cousin’s reflection in the mirror forever become my own.

Not even jerking my new member and spewing my cousin’s seed all over the reflective surface, and then chanting the magical words with my new Swedish accent would let me activate the mirror again. Because I would no longer have the connection with it, nor the right blood coursing through my veins anymore.

It’s a tough decision to make… but seeing his perfect ass laid out like that for me, I can’t deny the fact that I’m already imagining it… imagining myself using my cousin’s strong hands to squeeze those two juicy slabs of meat together, before slipping one of those bulky finger into that tight hot hole of his…

‘It’s for the better…’ I reasoned, as I plunged one of my leg into the watery surface of the mirror. Shivers coursed through me as I immediately felt the cool linen fabric of his sheet brush against my naked skin…

[aliasbosconovitch]

For Love

Calm down bro! When I came out on my 18th birthday, you sat me down and told me that I’m still your brother and you’d do anything for me. Well, you may have heard the rumour that Max Hurley is gay. Yes, that Max Hurley, Captain of the football team. Turns out the rumour is true. I was so excited that there was another gay guy at our school, and a fucking hot one as well. But he outright turned me down. Turns out he’s a total sub-bottom that only lets bigger guys top him. With my pathetic twink physique, he practically laughed me out of the locker room. I probably should have been heartbroken, but instead, I was just mad. Mad that the universe sought fit to curse a top like me with this weak ass body. I shouldn’t have to beg the only gay guy in school to sleep with me. He should be throwing himself at me, begging me to fuck him until he’s limping to class the next day. 

But in some sick twist of fate, you’re exactly his type. Instead of lusting over me as he should, he was jacking himself off to you and your alpha body. We’re only a few years apart but you had at least a foot of height on me and 60 pounds of muscle. No wonder colleges tripped over each other to offer you a scholarship. But even with such an alpha body, you acted like a beta. Saving yourself for marriage and all that shit. Those purity rings that you and your girlfriend wear are so fucking lame. 

I was walking past your room the other night and heard you moaning in your sleep. As I crept into your room, I saw your muscular body glistening with sweat and a raging hard-on tenting your sheets. You were biting your lip moaning, practically fucking your blanket, but your face looked so tortured. Whatever dream you were having, you were begging for it to stop, crying that you promised Jessica that you would wait. It was fucking pathetic. I felt all of this anger building inside of me. I put that anger out to the universe. All that power and you were literally sobbing like a little boy in your sleep. It was wasted on you. So somehow I took it.

The tent in your sheets began to wilt away as one began to grow in my shorts. My little dick surged in size until it reached truly monstrous proportions, easily three times the length and girth of my former member. My balls swelled in size, growing huge and heavy as their production of potent sperm and hormones went into overdrive. It was such a rush, standing there with a monster of a cock and a cocktail of hormones flooding through my body for the first time. 

I felt like a man, and soon I would look like one too. It started with your feet. Those wide size 13s that were poking out of the bottom of your bed began to shrink. They retreated back under your sheets as my own feet exploded in size, providing a strong foundation for what was to come. My bones began to thicken and lengthen, while my jawline, cheekbones, and nose became more masculine and handsome. My skeleton was reforming to accommodate the mass that was soon to come. 

Your hard-earned muscle seemed to shrink away into nothing as pound after pound of mass piled onto my frame. Thick veins covered the striated calves that began to jut out from my lower legs. Meaty quads forced me to adopt a wider stance as they piled on layer after layer of thick, feathered muscle. My formally flat ass inflated into a shapely bubble butt that became as solid as granite when I flexed. 

The stubborn layer of baby fat on my midsection parted as row after row of deeply grooved abs forced their way to the surface. Meaty pecs swelled forwards from my chest as solid traps began to form on either side of my thickening neck. My shoulders grew bulky and round as my back grew ever wider. Thick veins snaked down my powerful arms and forearms towards my saucer-sized hands, each meaty limb bigger than my former legs. 

I heard you whimper like the little bitch you were as the last of the masculinity drained from your body. My Adam's apple jutted out as my voice became deeper. Hair sprouted all over my body, a thick coat covering my legs and groin with a lighter coating across my chest and face. Finally, several tattoos etched their way across my forearm and chest. 

I had ascended. I was finally the alpha I deserved to be. And the best part is, I have you to thank for it little bro. You were curled up in your bed, your runty body hunched over in the fetal position, clutching your pathetic excuse for a package while I towered over you, every inch of me excluding power, strength, and toxic masculinity. I squeezed my new hairy nuts and practically came then and there, so I thudded my way back to my room to really get to know this new body of mine.

Now get lost. Max is on his way over and I’m going to breed him like the little bottom bitch that he is. 

[aliasbosconovitch]

Another Try

The doorbell rang and echoed throughout my house as I sat on the edge of my desk chair waiting eagerly for him to arrive. It didn’t take me that long to run down the stairs and open the door for Derek. We were both taking World History II and he needed some help memorizing geographic locations and important historical events that happened there. 

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