askmrmischief

[askmrmischief]

These are my dream bodies for 2025! Any being out there that can swap my bodies... please swap me into one of these guys!

Evan Matthew Cohen, Zayn Dom, or the third guy that goes by fortva.bhr

[askmrmischief]

Saw someone asking for a TF version of an erotic ‘Would You Rather’ game with their followers, so I decided to make one.

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I think I will choose the door, the number of which is the answer to life, the universe and everything; number 42.

You venture through the field of doors, and although anxiety still lurks in the corners of your mind, it's no longer about being trapped in an endless void. Instead, your unease stems from the thoughts and feelings you've carried throughout the day, the sense that your life lacks purpose. The quest for the meaning of life consumes your thoughts, and as you stand before door number 42, you find irony in the coincidence of this moment.

Opening the door, you traverse the void again, a seemingly endless journey reminiscent of the sleepless nights pondering your own existence. However, this time, you are determined not to squander the opportunity. You seek answers to your questions, a glimpse into what life truly entails. To your surprise, a circular wooden door appears before you, and without hesitation, you push through it.

Suddenly, you find yourself in a forest, where the air crackles with energy, and you feel different somehow. Your eyes settle on a gigantic tree, and an inexplicable knowing washes over you; this is the first tree that ever grew on Earth. It seems surreal, but you've just walked through an endless void, so reality has taken a different meaning for you.

Through the tree's hollow, you can still see the infinite void, but its whispers no longer instill dread in you. Now, you see the void as a companion, a source of guidance.

As you listen closely, the void begins to whisper a list of names – individuals you must find. Without hesitation, you embark on a timeless journey, unbothered by physical needs like food, sleep, or pain. You reach a town, your reflection in a random window showing an unremarkable, average man – an appearance that draws no particular emotion from you. You seem numb to your own existence. Instead, your focus shifts when you hear someone calling a name from your list. You turn to see a young man running from bullies, and a sense of duty compels you to act. The void has granted you abilities, but their nature remains a mystery. Are you a trait stealer? Are you a body swapper? Are you a reality changer? Maybe a deal maker? Nevertheless, you feel that you'll soon uncover your new purpose.

Many philosophers have pondered the meaning of life, but the answer is simple ... is just to live. Although now, you find yourself detached from this need, for you have become immortal, a servant of the void. Your purpose now lies in helping those who have lost their way or who are seeking the meaning of life, guiding those deemed worthy and punishing those who must learn.

In your relentless pursuit of life's meaning, you have transcended the need for an answer. You are now tasked with teaching others for all of humanity's time on Earth. With this new burden, I must ask ... was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

Hi, I think the first door would work best for me.

You step cautiously through the first door you see, desperate to escape the oppressive void. But to your dismay, the void proves much more relentless than anticipated, for beyond the door lies only an endless expanse of nothingness. You trudge on, feeling as though you've been walking for an eternity. Each step takes a toll on your weakened body, making it increasingly difficult to breathe. It's as if your very being is slowly unraveling.

After what seems like an eternity, you stumble upon something in the darkness. A door, black as the robe of death, stands before you. With all your remaining strength, you attempt to push it open, but your feeble state makes the task daunting. Summoning your last ounces of determination, you finally manage to force the door open, and you collapse onto the floor beyond.

Amidst the haze, you hear a scream, calling out, "Mr. Robinson!" A nurse hurries to your side, aiding you to stand up. You find yourself back in a hospital bed, surrounded by other nurses who quickly reconnect you to an IV. A security guard is assigned to keep watch, ensuring you won't harm yourself again. Your gaze shifts to a metallic food tray, and you catch sight of your reflection. You are now a very old man, and memories come rushing back to you.

You realize that your life has been one of remarkable achievements, starting from humble beginnings to becoming a billionaire by your late 20s. You've explored the world, conquering challenges such as climbing Mount Everest and experiencing other moments few will ever know. You've built a family, lovingly raising your children and seeing your grandchildren grow. Your legacy is one of success, love, and cherished memories.

As you lie on your deathbed with only a few months left, you reflect on whether it was all worth it. Though, you didn't directly experience those adventures and successes. You may pass away as a man who left a lasting mark on the world, having lived life to the fullest, but you now contemplate if memories alone can truly satisfy the soul. Because after all it wasn't you that lived this life you remember. But, on your tombstone, it will say, "He was number 1"

You traded possible experiences of your own for nothing but memories of a successful man's life. Was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

Hi I'll choose door number 51 please

As you walk through the vast field, passing numerous doors, a mix of fear and excitement fills your thoughts. The unknown fate that awaits behind each door intrigues you, and the voice of the void becomes your only companion, guiding your steps. As you hesitate before one door in particular, Door number 51, a strong force draws you in.

With determination, you open Door number 51 and step into a new void, ready to embrace whatever it may hold. However, the void seems to challenge you with intense heat, causing your muscles to scream in pain, and sweat starts to drench your clothes. A loud drilling sounds echo through the space, pushing your mind to the brink of madness. The urge to give up and collapse becomes almost overwhelming, and you fall to the floor. But you summon the strength to crawl forward, refusing to succumb to defeat.

After what feels like an eternity of crawling through the unbearable noise and pain, you finally spot at a metallic door adorned with black and yellow paint. Using it as support, you manage to pull yourself up and open the door.

Inside, the drilling noise subsides, and you find yourself in the midst of a construction site. Looking into a reflective window, you see a reflection of a young, fit college-aged man. Memories come rushing back, reminding you of your struggles as a dropout, choosing a life where physical labor became your means of survival while using your free time to work out and stay in shape. You almost felt sorry for this guy until more memories began to rush in. Fights with your parents, stealing their money, using men and women like they were objects, breaking every heart of any person who loved you and trusted you. You were a god who could do anything to anyone without consequences. However, these memories didn't consume you, as you still retained your true identity. You looked around at the rest of the men. Some of them are furious at you for messing with their girlfriends or never paying them back. You feel that no one really has your back. In a way, you are all alone, as people only deal with you if they have to. The saving grace is your body, endurance, and how much work you get done.

But, now you have gained control of this body. You can change this bodies life trajectory. You can use this body to accomplish the goals you lacked the confidence to achieve in your past life.

Having traded a good reputation for a remarkable physique, you are aware that many bridges have been burned, and it will take time to mend those connections and earn a second chance. Nonetheless, with your new appearance, you feel a glimmer of confidence that pursuing the life you desire might be slightly easier.

You gained the body of your dreams and the confidence to accomplish your goals. But, the price ... a life of people that hate you and some that want you dead. Was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

I'll choose door number 7, I think.

You walk through the field of doors and confidently choose door number 7. Without hesitation, you move through the void, knowing your torment isn't over yet. The silence envelops you, but deep inside, you hold on to the hope of finding a way out. Time seems to stretch on endlessly, and your body grows tired and achy. However, an unwavering feeling tells you that this journey is worth it. Eventually, you reach a wooden door with a soft, glowing light seeping through the cracks.

As you push through the door, daylight floods in, illuminating the once dark surroundings, and you catch a glimpse of yourself. Your hands appear aged. Through a mirror on a wall, you see slight wrinkles adorn your face, but you still retain an attractive appearance. Though your body feels fatigued and sore, it's still fit and active.

As you explore the house, you notice signs of a comfortable life. Though not excessively wealthy, you are well off. In the kitchen, you find your wife cooking, and a profound love for her overwhelms you. She smiles warmly and kisses you, mentioning that the kids have been eagerly waiting for you all day. A young boy and girl rush in, and their affectionate hugs fill your heart with joy.

Chuckling, you follow your children to the living room as they excitedly share something with you. In this moment, you let go of all worries and bask in the happiness of your family.

So, you made a trade-off, exchanging years of your life to create a seemingly perfect existence, avoiding the mundane and arduous moments of earlier youth. At your current age, around the mid-40s, you acknowledge that future challenges might arise, but for now, you have a fulfilling job and an incredible family. The question remains: Was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

with otherworldly entities, you need to play by their rules… I would choose a door with the magic number 13…

As you walk through the field of doors, you find yourself standing in front of door number 13. An air of uncertainty surrounds you, and you can't help but wonder if there's a trick to these doors. Trusting your instincts, you decide to open it, hoping it will lead to something different. However, much to your dismay, it too leads to a vast void, and now the other doors disappear behind you. Embracing the unknown, you take a step through the door you chose.

The journey through this new void seems endless, and doubt begins to gnaw at you. Were you mistaken? Was there no trick to these doors after all? Suddenly, in the distance, a faint glow catches your attention, and a spark of hope ignites within you. Hastening your pace, you move towards the source of the light, yearning for a rewarding revelation. But, as you draw nearer, you are taken aback to see a figure running towards you.

With caution, you slow down, and the figure does the same. As the distance closes, you realize the truth - it's your own reflection running towards you in the form of a mirror door. Relief washes over you, and you push the door open, eager to discover what awaits you on the other side.

Stepping through the door, you find yourself on solid ground, surrounded by a lush forest. You examine your hands and body, reassured to see they are unchanged. You felt some disappointment as you didn't get a new body. But, perhaps this experience has given you a fresh perspective on life, a newfound appreciation for what you have. Because, who knows what you could have ended up as.

However, an odd feeling lingers, possibly a result of your prolonged time in the void. Ignoring it as mere fatigue, you rub your hands on your face, only to be gripped by sheer horror. Your features are missing. Your eyes, nose, and mouth are all replaced by flesh. Panic sets in, and you try to scream, but silence follows. Desperate, you run, not knowing where to go, but the need to escape overwhelms you. Your frantic sprint leads you to a lake, and upon seeing your reflection, you collapse in despair. Somehow, you can see and breathe. And, as you hyperventilate, no tears fall from your eyeless face.

Yet, your solitude is short-lived. As a young man happens, cross your path as he walks along the lake shore. Worried for your well-being, he approaches you, asking if you're okay. Facing him with your featureless face, he screams and falls unconscious. In a moment of desperation, you unconsciously shift your form to match his appearance. His memories flood your mind.

He is here with his friends on their annual college camping trip. They are not too far away. But, what should you do?

You could dispose of the original and live his life. You could run away and start a new life, leaving the original alive and scared with memories of the monster he saw. You lean by a tree looking into the water. You think about your next step. At least you weren't that monster anymore. And, with that thought, your body begins to revert back to your faceless form. You panic and concentrate on being the young man again, and your body takes his shape. You realize you are now a shape shifter. You could live any life. You'd never be bored with life, jumping from identity to identity.

But, even now, it's hard to remember who you really were. Weren't you always this college kid? Yeah, and then you became a shape-shift, right? But, then why is there a completely identical yet unconscious body next to you? You couldn't have always been this college kid? Then who were you? Every new identity you take on ... are you even truly living it. Or, are you just a copy of the original. Are you even alive, or are you just an echo ... a reflection. You begin crave an identity of your own. You will try to find who you were before. But, you'll never succeed in finding that missing piece. The person you were doesn't exist anymore.

Trading your own identity to be a reflection of others ... was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

I think I'll choose door number 6 please.

You walk through the field of identical doors until you come across the door numbered 6. The voice in the void begins to whisper incoherently, and the door opens before you. Another void, but you made your choice and walked in. Again, you walk through the void. Minutes or is it hours past, and you begin to wonder if the voice lied to you. There is no way out of here ... you are trapped forever. The moment you feel like calapsing and giving up, you see a red glow. You run towards it, ignoring the exhaustion that is stabbing into you.

And, there, now in view, is a wooden door sweating blood. Did you make a wrong choice? Did you really want what was behind this door? But, if you didn't open it ... if you didn't walk through it ... you'd be stuck in this void forever.

Again, you said, "How could it get worse you think to yourself," as you open the door and walk in.

You feel dizzy as the world around instantly changes in an instant. Feeling faint, you fall against a wall. And, there in front of you is a mirror. The first thing you notice is your eyes. Your deep piercing eyes. The type of eyes that could get the world to bend to your will. Attractive eyes. And, as you push your face away from the mirror, your heart begins to race. More of your attractive face is being revealed. But that's not why your heart is racing. No, it's racing because of the still wet blood beginning to cake. The blood on your face and clothes. The blood on your hands. The puddle of blood on the ground. The source of the blood and cut-up corpse.

No longer will your life be boring when you have to live the rest of your life on the run. For murders you never committed, but your body has. The body of a serial killer. And, even now, your hand twitches ... it longs for a blade. It longs for a victim. So, how long can you hold off and tell me was it worth it?

[askmrmischief]

"Hello... hello?" The chilling whisper slithers through the air, sending shivers down your spine as you perform your mundane daily routine. Are you just waking up from a restless sleep? Or are you driving to your destination with creeping feeling that today is going to be as bad as yesterday? Perhaps you find yourself seated at your desk, haunted by the weight of your own thoughts. Or could it be that you're taking a walk, delving into the depths of the lies you tell yourself? You're not a cog trapped in the clock of life. Surely, that cannot define you. Or are you succumbing to the insidious allure of the internet, losing yourself in a digital maze to escape the grim reality of your existence? Let's face it, your life is a cruel carousel, revolving endlessly until the moment of your demise. What would your past self think if they saw your current state? Would tears stream down their face? Would they release a scream of despair? Do you even recognize, let alone accept, the entity you've become? The visage you gaze upon each day in the mirror—does it bring you any solace? Oh, how you yearn to be anyone but yourself. This reflection cannot possibly encapsulate your essence. You were meant to be someone entirely different.

"And you can be," the voice interrupts, a sinister undertone curling around each syllable. It wrenches you from the depths of your downward spiral, its calm and seductive cadence ensnaring your senses. You find yourself instinctively drawn toward its beckoning call. "Follow my voice," it giggles, reveling in the macabre pleasure of ensnaring your very soul. A puppet to its unseen strings. Step by step, you drift away from your current reality until you arrive at a familiar but transformed location. The once-familiar surroundings now harbor a sinister wooden door, adorned with a small, ominous circular mirror. The door creaks open, revealing a gaping void of impenetrable darkness. "Fear not; come join me," it whispers, like serpent winding its way through your mind. You stand at the threshold, torn between an instinctual urge to flee and the twisted curiosity that holds you in its thrall. As you turn your head to retreat, a glimpse of your reflection materializes in the mirror. That face... this existence... the suffocating labyrinth of predetermined fate. You cannot avert your gaze. With a heavy sigh, you surrender and step into the void.

The voice erupts into a maniacal symphony of giggles and malicious chuckles, reverberating through the darkness. You forge ahead, traversing the labyrinth of shadows, every nerve tingling with paralyzing fear. Desperation tugs at your soul as you attempt to call out to the voice, but silence smothers your pleas. In the distance, grotesque shapes materialize, their outlines twisted and distorted. You inch closer, consumed by equal parts trepidation and resignation. As if guided by an otherworldly force, the surroundings pulse with an eerie glow, illuminating a vast field of doors. Each door, numbered from 1 to 100.

"Welcome!" The voice resonates like thunder, echoing through the abyss. "Choose a door! Choose a life! Your wish has been granted—a new existence beckons. Step through a door and embrace it. But beware, not all doors offer solace; some hold fates far worse than the life you left behind." The voice cackles, a discordant symphony of sinister amusement.

With trepidation coiling around your heart, you comprehend that there is no escape but to make a choice. The oppressive darkness watches, its inky tendrils seeping into your very being, as you face the dire decision that awaits you.

So? What door do you choose?

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-Fuck,fuck, fuck, where the hell is he!! This should not be like that. I don't know how to do much of the Coach work, and the guys at the gym are starting to notice something is going wrong... Dan please answer!!

A few hours before...

Dan was the gym's personal trainer, he loved his work so much that he spent most of his days there training his bros and doing his routine to keep gaining muscle mass.

However, Dan neglected enough of her relationship with Jennifer, spending hours and hours in the gym he could not spend time with her. Last week was their anniversary and he forgot it, this made his girlfriend quite angry and well ... They broke up.

Henry was the newcomer in the gym, he was highly motivated to train. He had seen quite a few videos on using machines, about how to gain muscle mass, even tutorials about protein diets.

Meanwhile, Dan went into a fit of jealousy as soon as he found out that his ex-girlfriend was already dating another guy. Henry was the first to know that so he showed Dan an app called "Swapper" that allowed 2 people to switch bodies.

Dan at first doubted the functionality of that application, he knew that his ex would now be at a restaurant having dinner with her bestfriends or perhaps with another man, he just wanted to fix things. But he couldn't afford to leave his job or interrupt his routine, that would be so unprofessional.

Desperately, Dan looked at Henry's eyes and said:

-Promise me you will not do anything weird in my body, you have already seen several times how the machines work here and even if they ask you anything about proteins you already know what to answer, right?

Henry nods his head, his emotions mixed between fear and euphoria. He trusts that he can replace the coach for an afternoon, before 9 pm Dan would already be back.

Both of them decided to do it in the shower rooms for more privacy, Henry activates the app, fills in a data form and when they press OK their bodies start vibrating, they immediately feel a need to lie on the floor to sleep.

Henry opens his eyes inside Dan's muscular body, he looks around and sees no one, his old skinny bod was gone, even his old backpack and all his true belongings.

The new coach gets up and feels his new well worked biceps, triceps and calves. As he stands up he can't help but feel the sensation of his new chest, he rub a hand over his new beard, he always dreamed of having one.

Now knowing that he has to comply with his treatment, he leaves the shower room to work as coach Dan would. As the muscular men arrive, Henry greets them with complete confidence, no one suspects that the manly Dan was actually the scrawny young man who could barely lift weights.

As the hours go by, Henry waits for Dan to return to reverse the swap.

4 pm ... 5 pm ... 6 pm ... 7 pm ...

The gym was filled with muscular men, all now trained by Henry, who was surprisingly doing very well, but the question of why Dan wasn't coming back worried him very much.

What Henry did not know is that within the specific settings of the app, the options "Permanent" and "Memory loss" were activated.

Dan in Henry's small body would not remember anything because it was from Henry's phone account that the "Swapper" was used.

[askmrmischief]

Hello 👋

Want to get back into the swing of things. Would love to hear from y'all. Send me some questions, would you rather, swap/possess/transforms.

Not taking request ... but who knows what this little expirence will inspire.

[askmrmischief]

Do you have any unconventional guys that you find hot and would want to transform?

That's kinda hard question ... cause unconventionaly hot is so subjective. But, from my stories you might get a sense, besides jock/gym bro types, I have a love for average, stocky, chubby, older, and hair bodies.

And, to not offend anyone ... I won't post any pics lol. But, scrolling down a bit @men-for-mischief, and some stories @bodyswapmischief specifically my spring break series and santa claus series ... you'll see I have a range of bodies I like. I should also add ... almost every picture in the stories from other writer I archive @malereblogmischief I would also wanna swap with. And, I do follow quite a bit of weight gain writers and pages lol

But, even then, I would say all pictures I use for my stories and save to my picture page ... are hot to me and would want to swap with.

[askmrmischief]

Who's your current body swap fantasy 🤔

I'm a big fan of choices ... so if anyone out there has the power to swap my body .... I'm giving you choices!

My #1 For awhile now is... Nate K. Weir

My #2 ... I have no idea who he is and if anyone one does ... please let me know, lol

My #3 ... I've barely found a few days ago ... but still love to swap with them none the less. Luis Carazo

[askmrmischief]

Would you rather, have the power to shape-shift others but not yourself or let someone else have the power to shape-shift you?

Giving that power to someone ... is a total test of trust. There are a few people I'd think I would be able to trust enough to let them transform me. And, I'd try to convince them to give them the body of my dreams.

But, I probably pick to shape shift other people's bodies. It's much more of a super power. I might become a villain, tho.

I need to out run someone. I'd make them gain weight. Someone is rude to me at the gym ... zap them of their strength. I see someone struggling give them a better body. I'd totally be a Robin Hood sort of vigilante. Maybe do some swaps as favors and rake in the money. And, buy myself a personal trainer to help my own body get in shape.

[askmrmischief]

Would you rather, live 150 years but with a 60 y/o body throughout or have a young body at your physical peak but you only have 25 years?

I guess it's normal but, the older I get the more I see older men and say ... up he is hot. So looking like a 60 year old man doesn't scare me. And, hopefully my hispanic genetics treat me kind, lol.

And, based on these guys ... 60 is still amazing lol. And, even if I didn't start off looking like this I'd have 150 years to get my body in shape lol

[askmrmischief]

Aside from the typical transformative holidays Christmas Halloween St Patrick's Day Easter, what other days of the year do you feel are particularly potent for transformation

I really like this question. At first I was stumped ... but there are some fun choices.

First I'll add other basic holidays left of the list ... Valentines Day, April Fools Day, New Years, Thanks Giving, and more I missing.

Another interesting one would be, The Day of the Dead ... more probably for possession than transformation.

Now a few less obvious ones I thought of was "Groundhog Day." with a person stuck in a time loop but everytime they wake up ... they are in a new body. So, they have to find a way to get out of the loop and whatever body they do it in ... is the one they are stuck with.

Another good idea could be memorial day ... people that take things for granted getting sent back in time and waking up to find themselves in war in a hot soldier's body.

[askmrmischief]

Hello 👋

Want to get back into the swing of things. Would love to hear from y'all. Send me some questions, would you rather, swap/possess/transforms.

Not taking request ... but who knows what this little expirence will inspire.