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SERVICE CHANGE ( RYAN POV)

This is David or at least he used to be David, now it's me inside his body, let me tell you how does it happen

I had a problem with the sink of my kitchen, I just bought this house so I'm kinda a new of being single, when the things messed up my husband used to fix them but since we separated it was hard for me how to fix it I was a man of business not a man for hardwork.

Anyway I was a little bit overwhelmed by my doubts, bought a house was really expensive besides I lost a lot on the divorce papers, so I needed to cut my expenses and the house was not helping at all

I call a friend who recommended David he said he was a great plumber and it wasn't expensive besides he'll do it in the half of the time, perfectly for me

So I decided to talk with him, he said will be here in a few minutes, I hang out and wait for he arrives, it took a few minutes before the door sounds, good it was faster than I thought

-Hi Mr Ryan sorry for the delay, what's the problem?- he was wearing a suit and a back with a lot of tools inside, his muscles mark underwear the suit, I had to admit that I was horny just to see him

- Hi David just call me Ryan please, well follow me- we get into the kitchen and I point the sink and explain the details about the flaws of it

- Oh I understand let me see what can I do for you- after he took out the shirt and go down to work.

-Well sir I know what is the problem but I'm afraid it'll be more expensive that we talked about

- Really? Isn't another way to do it? I don't have much money- "damn it what am i going to do?" I thought

-The other way is for you to fix it- he said looking at me as it was the best idea .

- Me? Are you kidding? I barely know the name of these tools, how I'm going to fix that?-

- I got the answer, you'll see I do this with my clients when they want to save money- he stands up and gets closer to me- you and I going to swap bodies, you'll do the job in my body while I just rest a little bit, so what do you say?

- that sounds crazy but isn't that possible? - that was an insane idea but thinking about it I could save enough and maybe learn from this experience besides what I have to lose? - well I agree, how do we swap?

He took my hands and looked at my eyes, it was really weird I mean it was the first who touched me like this after my divorce, his hands felt strong, hot, and went for the water of the tubes, then I started to feel a force...i feel a lot of hot and pain so I close my eyes...

Suddenly the pain stopped and I felt really lighter, I opened my eyes and I was floating above my body, next to me was David, he wasn't surprised at all like it was a routine for him..

-Now here we go- he took my ghostly hands and grab me out of my body and put me down on his body, the last thing I saw was him getting to my body then I passed out

- Hey...

- Hey are you there?- "my head, what is that sound? It sounds like me I thought"

-What the hell? - I scream when I opened my eyes and saw my body staring back at me

- Hey big guy I thought you were dead but it seems like you are not, how do you feel? - he said helping me to stand up

- I ... I feel heavier- I say surprised by the deep voice coming out of my throat gosh it was exciting I never been a big guy, but now I'm, and I have to say that it was fantastic

- Well I guess you need some privacy- he told me laughing out.

- Why?- I asked totally unknown of why he was laughing.

- you have a boner down there- he point at his dick, well my dick now - Don't worry man I know how it feels besides you're not bad at all - he said lifting up my shirt- well, why don't you go to the guess room while I take the principal?

I follow his orders instantly, I go up to the room and close the door behind me, it was a huge change of perspective, I never been an sportsman , I was tall but not bulky in fact I was thin, and now I have his glorious muscles, the ones that he train up since he was in the football team in junior highschool... Wait how do I know that? Suddenly a lot of memories and thoughts come up in my mind... I was David Baker single,

single, white American stud from Ohio... Nice to meet you David I said staring at the mirror, I was shirtless so I took off the pants and the underwear it was time to know me better.

Cute ass David, I wonder if you used it as a bottom, I spanking one of my bubble booty it was hard to control the lust for this perfect hunk body.

Damn I'm such a hottie I can't believe I'm inside you David I said to the reflection of the mirrorwall

I get naked and started to jerking off exploring each one of points of my new skin, knowing how and where to touch it, the feeling of control and the pleasure of my new weak points couldn't help me to stop , the waves of sensations coming to me all at the same time, his first time, the guys of the fraternity of the university (before he leave it) all the times he jerk off, I was living it all in my mind and my body I couldn't contain my cum, shots of my new cum around the bed sheets. I took a little bit and put it on my mouth the flavor was even better than my fantasies

Hope you guys enjoy my first story !

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Sound on. This is what it feels like when you start getting big. This is why it’s so addicting. Just listen to him as he grows into a Beast.

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Getting Beardy

I awoke in an office backroom with no recollection of how i got here. Something felt off as I realized I was on the ground and got up to get a footing of my surroundings. I noticed a nearby blue towel on a hanger and decided to grab it. While I went to grab it, I realized my entire arm was a lot darker than I remember causing me to look down at my entire body and come to realize I look to be in the body of someone completely different!

“What the-” I shout dropping the towel as my new deep voice became known to me. I think to myself that this must be a dream. There was no way I became this hulk of a Lebanese man overnight, but as I started touching and feeling every inch of my hairy body, as I gave my new juicy pecs a good rub, as I gave my large biceps a quick flex; I decided to ignore the supernatural origin of my stay and tried to find the nearest mirror to get a real good look at myself. I picked up my recently obtained towel and went on to look for a mirror.

I found a door and walked in hoping no was in this mysterious office building. I was buck naked in here and I didn’t want to alarm anyone even if I had a smoking hot bod. To my surprise though I found what was beyond the office backroom was a very basic one color room. I looked around the whole room only to find absolutely nothing besides the door i entered through.

“Doumit are you ready for the photoshoot?” a voice suddenly rang out, shocking me. I find the source of a voice and it’s very obviously a cameraman ready to shoot some photos. Equipment needed for a photoshoot made itself known to me as I looked to the equipment and then back to the cameraman.

“Oh and I know you’re excited, but this isn’t one of those photoshoots…” obviously making a comment at my noticeable lack of clothing. I embarrassingly apologize quickly making sure to hold the towel covering my privates more tightly with my strong hand.

“Do you know where I can find the nearest bathroom?” I ask with my new unbelievably sexy voice. The Cameraman pointing to a door that clearly wasn’t there just a couple minutes ago, but I thank him and walk over to the bathroom.

I walk into the bathroom and immediately look into my mirror. I finally got a good look at the new me. A massive bulging Lebanese hulk I was now inhabiting with the sexiest beard known to man.

“Damn I am looking good!”

After admiring myself in the mirror doing all sort of bodybuilder poses for what felt like hours, I find a pair of underwear and jeans. “This must be for the photoshoot,” I say aloud. I put the clothes on and I look just as good even in jeans. I walk out of the bathroom and the cameraman notions me over to a nearby stool and instructs me into a pose. I happily oblige and let the cameras do the rest. With each camera flash I could feel my memory jumbling and changing.

My real name is actually Doumit Ghanem.

I was always Lebanese.

I’m a hard-working Dentist.

My beard must be taken care of at all times.

Before my old self completely disappeared I remember what I did last night. I saw a shooting star and wished to become the amazing Doumit Ghanem. But that’s not important anymore I have an important job to do and it’s to finish this photoshoot as the one and only Doumit Ghanem.

After the photoshoot, the cameraman thanked me for giving him time for his magazine I was set to appear in. I always wanted to please my fans, so this was barely a problem for me. I left the building the photoshoot was in and went to my car so i drove to the nearest gym as I always have done. A quick pic to post on my social medias wouldn’t hurt right?

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5th Annual TF Story Exchange (Gift for Transformee)

A gift for https://www.tumblr.com/transformee ————————————————————————— The light of the day was long gone as Adam left his office at 5. That was the worst part of his job around the holidays. Sure, the cold was bad, and the job itself was boring. But there was something especially soul-crushing about arriving to work when it was barely light out and leaving as it was dark, spending the whole day inside, in front of the glow of his screen instead of in the sun. I wish I had a less depressing job, he thought to himself for the seventh time today.

It wasn’t the worst job ever; at least it paid the bills and kept the lights on, but it hardly made him happy, which he often thought about. Going back to his lonely apartment in the dark, eating his dinner alone while watching Youtube videos, playing whatever the latest game was, if he hadn’t already beaten it, all of it felt alright, but none of it felt good.

Adam had short black hair with little bits of pepper, standing 6’1 or so but hardly looking imposing. He didn’t work out much, and it certainly showed. No muscle, and just a little heft around his midsection that never seemed to go away despite what he tried for occasional exercise routines. He didn’t think of himself as particularly great-looking… not compared to the men he liked reading transformation stories about. All the ‘end’ results of the stories he read were men he could drool over, big, sexy daddy types. The internet had an endless supply of them. It seemed like they were nearly a dime a dozen they were so common, and yet he knew he’d never be lucky enough to be one of them. He’d been aging fine, but hardly into the muscular, DILF type he yearned to be.

The walk to the train station was usually uneventful, which is why tonight, as he turned through an alley, he was surprised to hear the sounds of a struggle up on the roof above him. Muffled words floated down, then an odd, animalistic cry. A fire escape came to the ground level nearby, and Adam wasn’t sure what compelled him to start climbing them. Before he knew it he was at the top of the two story brick building, watching a man dressed in a classic Santa suit stroking a naked, buff, bodybuilder’s face.

“Shhh,” the Santa figure said. “Just relax. You’ll be free of those pesky worries soon.” As Adam watched, the bodybuilder’s legs and arms rapidly elongated, turning into stilt-like legs with hooves at the bottom. As he stretched them out, groaning in what sounded like pleasure, he craned his neck, only for it to stretch out too. Brown fur began swirling over his naked body, thick and heavy, and a tail flicked to life behind his new haunches. Majestic antlers spread from his head as his ears turned longer too. In what seemed like a few short, intensely arousing moments, the bodybuilder’s form had been replaced by that of a majestic, strong, and tall reindeer. Santa kept stroking the deer’s face slowly, and to Adam’s surprise, the reindeer’s long, throbbing cock unloaded all over the roof.

“What the fuck.”

Both figures turned to look at him, the reindeer’s eyes inscrutably animalistic in their expression, but the Santa figure’s—Adam could see now it wasn’t just the suit he had, but the long curly white beard and hair too—grew a little wide. “Oh poppycock,” he said with a jovial tone.

“Hang on a moment there Adam. Don’t go anywhere; I need to finish taking care of this one.” The big man patted the reindeer’s haunches and gave a little ‘Giddyup’. Somehow, Adam still found astonishment in himself when the reindeer reared up and gave a little huff… and leapt into the air and began flying away north at a gallop.

“What…” was all Adam could think to say. The whole situation was so sudden, so implausible… so hot.

“Now let’s see here. Adam… you’ve been a pretty good boy, I’d say. Wouldn’t you?”

“Uh, yeah?” Adam responded, unsure.

“And you want to stay on my nice list, right?” There was a twinkle in the old man’s eyes, the deep brownish-black eyes set deep in his rosy red and wrinkled face.

“Y-yes?”

“Good! Then let’s make a little deal. You stay on my nice list by not telling anyone about this, and I’ll get you your Christmas present a little early, how’s that sound my boy?”

Adam was pretty sure there was only one sane answer after what he had witnessed. “Alright!” he said, as enthusiastically as he could manage.

“Promise?” strange frost seemed to swirl around Adam, blue-white crystals glimmering in the air around his body.

“I promise,” he responded.

And with that, the magic snapped into place around him. A shiver ran through him as his clothes began to feel loose, falling into a pile around ankles and hanging off his shoulders. He’d never worn particularly large clothes, so for his body to suddenly be too small for even those was alarming. And it didn’t stop, the shirt falling off shoulder and exposing his naked body to the chill winter air as he kept shrinking. The world around him grew tall, the round form of Santa looming taller over him. The giant, fat fellow took a few steps towards him, black boots seeming to smash the ground as Adam kept shrinking. From six one to three feet to barely action figure sized Adam shrank, the cold nipping at his exposed body as the giant of a man approached him. He felt like he should run, but he couldn’t bring himself to move as his body continued to pull into itself and the world loomed. One huge, gloved hand reached down to pick him out of the pile of his clothes, lifting him up to the massive face of Santa.

“Ah, good. Much more portable. Don’t worry about the clothes; you won’t need them again.”

The most confusing part of the whole experience for Adam was the raging boner he had; it felt miniscule compared to the world around him, and when he came, Santa didn’t even seem to notice. The orgasm felt almost forced, his body shivering as his five inch dick shot a few small strands that didn’t even show up on Santa’s mittens.

“Oh don’t worry, that’s a side effect of my magic. It always happens. Now in the sack you go!”

And before he could squeak a protest, darkness enveloped Adam as he was tossed into the magic sack.

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The world tumbled around Adam for a long time. Dizzying darkness spun him around. It felt almost like the verge of sleep; time meant nothing to him. It seemed to stretch on for hours, and yet when light blinded him and he felt the cold ground on his feet, it seemed like no time had passed at all.

Adam blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes to adjust. Around him was a beautiful apartment, a kitchen in the corner over an island, the room he stood naked in furnished with modern, black couches and chairs, a TV sitting on the wall. A door the bedroom stood ajar in the corner. Outside, a view of palm trees and beaches.

“Where am I?” Adam asked.

“Your new home, mister influencer.”

Adam looked down at himself, expecting to see something different, but his body was the same as he had always known.

“Oh don’t worry. We’re going to make you look the part too, son.”

Frost crystals formed again around Adam, glittering yellow in the late afternoon sun streaming through the windows. This time, the process was much slower. Adam felt the crystals tingle around his chest. Like coming up to air from deep underwater, his body took a deep breath, and he watched with surprise and astonishment as his chest began to grow. No, not his chest. His pecs. They grew into a heavy, muscular set of jugs that anyone would be excited to play with. Hell, he was excited to play with them! He reached to touch them, slowly stroking over the round slabs of meat until he reached his nipple, and he let out a sharp breath as his cock, already hard, spasmed. “Mm… Daddies should have sensitive nipples,” Santa said as he watched. “Good beards too.”

An itching feeling began to spread all over his face, centered on his upper lip, then spreading across his jaw. A mirror in the corner showed the deep black furry hair spreading up his chin and jaw, forming a majestic and thick beard. Underneath, his face began morphing, turning into an absolutely killer visage. He looked stern, severe, but friendly as his jaw thickened and his face broadened. His eyebrows turned bushier, matching his thick beard and giving him the perfect dad-next-door type face.

“Now let’s get the rest of your body in line with those big pecs of yours,” Santa said. Adam could feel the warmth and growth spreading from his pecs outwards. His shoulders began to bulk, growing thick, heavy caps of deltoids and spreading down to his arms. His triceps exploded, feeling thick and heavy against a growing back, while his biceps shoved forward into perfect peaks. Heavy, thick veins popped up under his skin, on his shoulders, on his arms, on his forearms. They looked like a map under the surface, tracing the path blood took to recharge his newly-formed muscles during a workout. As he flexed a little, he watched them pop.

The growth moved across his torso, and he practically felt his abs pop into existence one by one. As he moved to look down at them, he watched them flex and dance. Making them show with a flex was like second nature, despite never doing that before. Thick obliques formed on either side of his hips, running straight down to his still average-looking cock.

Adam didn’t have any time to think about that though; immediately the growth began worming its way through his ass too. A thick, meaty shelf of glutes formed. Turning to look in the mirror, looking over his shoulder, he couldn’t help but admire how his broad, v-shaped back led into his nice bubble butt. It had a bit more fat on it than the rest of him, looking somewhat less defined and more just hefty and solid. He could still make it flex, so not all fat, but the roundness of it certainly didn’t come from angular, hard muscle. Santa gave a jolly laugh. “I wasn’t sure what you’d prefer to do with this new body of yours, but I thought I’d make either side to die for. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten your dick. I’m just saving the best for last.”

Words refused to leave his mouth as anything other than a low, needy moan as his legs bulked up too. They grew not as large and heavy as his upper body, but still thick and defined. A much more upper-body heavy look seemed to be what Santa thought he wanted, and he couldn’t argue if this was the result.

Frost crystals formed around his cock. This was the big finish, Adam knew. He tried to savor every second of it as the crystals gently tugged on his dick, slowly pulling at it. He could feel a similar sensation around his balls too, slowly coaxing them bigger. His nuts grew fatter and heavier, nearly the sizes of eggs. As he watched over his new thick pecs, his hard cock kept throbbing and growing. Bigger and bigger, inch by inch. It grow from five.. to six… to seven… to eight… to a whopping nine inches of thick DILF cock. It even seemed to grow fatter as he watched, another thick vein popping up on it to support all the new meat.

Those newly-grown balls pulled up tight against his body as the stimulation from his growth overwhelmed him. With a low, deep grunt, Adam came all over the floor. Shot after shot landed on the hardwood, thick and heavy. He must have shot fifteen times, each one a heavy, full load of its own as his huge balls unloaded. It was the best orgasm he’d ever felt.

“Merry Christmas, Adam. Just one more little gift for you…”

Santa pulled a few things from his sack. A red tank top, a grey hat. Fitness gear Adam would never have dreamed of wearing like this, but putting them on and flexing in the mirror… he looked like he owned them.

“Enjoy your new life. Personal trainer… influencer… hot daddy… And don’t worry. You’ll grow some nice thick body hair too, especially across that big chest of yours. It’ll only take a couple weeks. But you’ve got a photoshoot tomorrow where they want you nice and smooth.”

Memories of his new obligations and job flooded Adam’s mind, washing away all his engineering training and experience. No, no need for that. Just lift, eat, fuck, and repeat. Oh, and post a few times a day to thousands of adoring fans, all of whom would love to have a night with him. Oh, this new life was going to be real tough…

“Thanks, Santa,” Adam said with a grin.

“Stay good for the next year too!” the jolly red man said before disappearing in a shower of sparks.

Adam stretched his new muscles, admiring his new body in the mirror. He should hit the beach in a speedo. This nice California weather would be warm enough for a little tanning before the sun set in an hour…

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Never Going Back

“What’s wrong? You agreed to this, remember?” Kent remarked, trying to hide his budding smirk behind that handsome new bearish face of his.

“What?!” Warren shrieked in a high pitched voice, much unlike the deep baritone he was used to hearing. “I agreed to have some fun! I didn’t agree to… to THIS!” His voice cracked with a mix of anger and fear as he gestured down at the skinny twinkish body he now possessed. A far cry from the huge manly body this man had stolen from him.

“This is fun.” Kent replied. “For me anyway.” He couldn’t hold back that giddy look on his face any longer as he looked down at his new body with wonder. Seeing a forest of dark chest hair covering his huge pecs, filling him with a strong sense of pride. Almost as strong as his giant new biceps which he couldn’t help giving a quick flex. Adoring how the bulged with strength. “Fuuuuck yeahh…” He groaned in his newly deep and commanding voice before reaching his hands up towards his chest. “Mmmmphff… I should’ve done this years ago!” He groped and squeezed at his heavy new pecs with a lustful grin while his former body looked on in horror.

“But I… you… you can’t! T-that’s mine!” Warren shouted, flustered at the sight of the hunky body he owned mere moments ago checking itself out right in front of his eyes. He could still hardly wrap his head around it.

“Not anymore you little bitch. This hairy, beefy, sweaty body belongs to me now. Period.” Kent stated, using the power of his commanding new voice. “These huge juicy arms…” he brought each one of them close enough so that he could kiss both biceps with his bearded lips. “These thick trunks you called legs…” He gave each thigh a quick smack, watching the muscle wobble slightly. “These enormous furry pecs…” He proceeded to effortlessly bounce his pecs, looking down with devilish glee as the hairy muscle obeyed him. “And of course this fat raging cock!” Kent’s hand swiftly sank towards his crotch where it heartily gripped the dick shaped bulge in his underwear with a smirk.

“Uffff… fuck I’ve never had one this big before.” He commented as his newly acquired appendage only continued to grow and fatten as he got hornier. “It’s gotta be at least twice the length of that last dick I had. And definitely girthier.” Kent slipped his finger under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them open so he could get a proper look at his new equipment. “Mmmmmm… daddy dick…” he mumbled. “All mine.”

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About an hour prior Warren had been sitting inside his local gay bar where he usually went at least once a week. He was a big man to say the least. Massive muscles bulging from head to toe, covered with a modest layer of soft fat that resulted in a thick and imposing physique. A body that never ceased to stretch whatever clothes he put on with its mass. And to top it all off he was covered in manly fur that was most prominent on his chest and belly. All that combined with his sharp masculine face and beard made him the prime example of a muscle bear. The type that could have anyone on their knees and calling him daddy with a snap of his fingers. And he knew it.

Most nights when he went to the bar he’d end up taking someone home with him. Sometimes he’d take other bears like himself for a good flip fuck and other times he’d take twinks for him to dominate instead. Tonight was the latter as a small hairless man who introduced himself as Kent began flirting with him. They talked for a while, clearly eyeing each other up in the process, and before long Warren had one of his big beefy arms slung around the twink’s shoulder as he guided the youthful looking man out of the bar and towards his place.

As soon as they were in the door, they began kissing and ripping off their clothes. Kent finally got a good look at the gigantic hairy body Warren had, not so effectively, been hiding. Soon enough Warren was picking Kent up as if he weighed nothing at all before carrying the twink towards the bedroom. But, as soon as Warren sat down on the bed with Kent in his lap, the impossible happened.

Kent’s eyes began to glow a hauntingly deep shade of red while staring directly into Warren’s eyes. The bearish man found himself unable to look away, as if he were locked into Kent’s gaze. He tried to move but his body wouldn’t respond. It was then that the world around him began to grow fuzzy. Everything around him was spinning and fading as his body seemed weightless for a moment. Only for reality to come crashing back down moments later. His senses kicking right back in only now he felt much smaller and lighter than before. And as his vision started to focus again, the reason as to why became clear. No longer was he looking across at the face of the twinkish man he’d picked up from the bar but rather he was looking at his own bearded face grinning maliciously back at him!

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“H-how? How did you do this!?” Warren shouted, demanding an answer from the man who’d just stolen his body.

Kent looked up at him, still groping his new and improved cock. “I’m a jumper.” He stated blankly.

“A… what?”

“A Jumper.” Kent repeated. “It means I can hop from body to body as I please.” He added while giving his new beard a curious scratch, enjoying the feeling of his newfound facial fur.

Warren looked on in disbelief. “But that’s not-”

“Possible?” Kent scoffed as he finished the other man’s sentence. “I think the evidence speaks for itself.” He said while standing up from the bed and gesturing down at his thick muscle bear body while his new dick strained aggressively against his underwear.

Warren couldn’t help eyeing up the bulge he used to own. Hell, he couldn’t help eyeing up every inch of his former body as this body snatcher paraded it around. He’d always thought he was hot but seeing it from the outside was something else entirely. And not only that but seeing his old body tower over him. Why was it making him so… horny.

“I’ve been jumping from body to body ever since I was 20 year old.” Kent began. “I always found the feeling of taking over another person's life to be exhilarating. But honestly I only ever went for guys like me. My original body was skinny and hairless so for the longest time I’ve only ever swapped with dudes who were just as twinky as my original body was. I thought jumping into anything different would be… uncomfortable and strange. It’s hard to explain.” Kent looked down at his giant new body again before stealing a glance at his new reflection in a mirror across the room. “But you proved me hella fucking wrong!” He exclaimed.

With a giddy smile, Kent couldn’t help bouncing his pecs again. He never imagined being able to do that would be so fun. Or so erotic. “I just thought that since I’m always getting fucked by big hairy daddies that it might be interesting to try jumping into one for once. And fuck was I right!” He groaned while giving his nipples a strong pinch. “I feel so powerful! So manly! So…” Kent took a deep inhale through his nose, absorbing the scent of his new body. Allowing his nose to drift towards one of his armpits as he rose an arm up to expose the sweaty pit. The strong musky scent permeated his nostrils in a way that made Kent’s new cock jump. “So fuckin smelly!” He finished.

“Come on! Fuckin smell it!” He shouted at Warren. “I know you want to, you little bitch! Smell your former scent!”

Before Warren even had a chance to respond, Kent grabbed the back of his head and stuffed it into the sweaty armpit. Warren didn’t have a choice. He did as the body snatcher told and took an unwilling sniff of the pits he used to own. And it was… heavenly!

“There you go…” Kent grinned.

Warren couldn’t explain why but he quickly found himself digging his nose deeper into the pit. Snorting up the musky aroma he used to give off greedily. The manly scent was so addictive and overpowering. So much so that he found his new tiny dick starting to leak a little precum…

Seeing this, Kent pulled Warren out of his armpit with a triumphant look. “See? This isn’t so bad is it? Now you finally get a chance to worship the body you got so many other men to worship for you.” He stepped backwards a little before sitting himself back down on the bed. “All this huge hairy muscle. Just waiting to be touched and admired by you.”

Warren didn’t need to answer. The look on his face said it all. As much as he still wanted to be angry right now, he couldn’t help being turned on like hell.

“B-but if I do everything you ask then… will you give my body back?”

Kent laid back on the bed, sprawling out his mass and loving how much area his new body took up. “Hell no!” He cackled. “Now I know what it feels like to be huge and hairy, I plan on keeping this daddy bear body of yours for a good few years minimum! And when I eventually do jump again there’s no way in hell I’m going back to a body like that. When the day comes I’ll be hopping into another hot daddy! And another one after that!” Kent watched as the realisation of the situation hit Warren like a ton of bricks. “Sorry my man. I can’t thank you enough for the body but you’re never getting it back. You’re just gonna have to get used to being a skinny ass twink.”

Warren couldn’t believe it. In just a moment his body had been stolen from him like it was nothing. And now, assuming he stuck around, he’d have to watch this imposter use his former body however he saw fit. And once he got bored of it, Kent would just jump again leaving some other random man stuck in his body and parading it around instead. “But-” Warren began but he was sharply cut off.

“But nothing! I’m Warren Knox now!” Kent’s voice rumbled through the house, shortly followed by him kicking off his underwear and freeing his fat new cock at last. “Now get on this bed and worship your fuckin daddy.” He added, his voice much calmer this time as he grinned stupidly while giving his enormous biceps another flex to entice the red faced twink before him.

“Yes sir…” Warren submitted, knowing there was no other option for him. Conceding at last to crawling onto the bed on top of his former body. Now getting a true scope for just how massive it looked from inside the skinny twink body he now found himself in.

“Gooooood.” Kent grumbled as Warren began to rub and worship his biceps like the good little bitch he was now. “Once you’re done worshiping my muscles and licking daddy’s pits clean, I might let you take a ride on this cock if you’re lucky. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Getting your hole stretched by the cock you used to call your own. Getting filled with your own load. my load.”

Warren could hardly even answer. He knew he should be fighting against this. Trying to force a solution out of this body snatcher to find any possible way he could to take his body back. And yet he only found himself able to nod in agreement to what Kent was saying.

“I knew you would, boy.” Kent growled as he grabbed Warren’s head again but this time he squished the smaller man’s face between the thick hairy muscle pillows he now called pecs instead. Smothering him with how huge they were. “I’m gonna drain these fat balls into your ass every single night.” He whispered. “Until I jump into another daddy of course. After that you’ll have to beg whoever ends up in this body next to keep filling you.” Kent chuckled, already envisioning all the perverted fun he was gonna have in this body and every new dad body to come after.

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Opening Night

Stepping out of the shower, Jamie wiped off the condensation that had accumulated on the bathroom mirror. He stared at his reflection, moving his head from side to side as he touched his face, his hand brushing against his bristly beard. He inspected his facial hair, noticing how rampant he had let it grow.

Keep it or shave it off? Jamie pondered as he took out the hair trimmer. He then turned to look at his reflection again, this time taking a step back, allowing him to examine his whole self. 

Jamie frowned, pinching a bit of fat bulging out of his midsection, then cupping his pec with his hand, feeling it much more flabby than he preferred. He pulled at the thick jungle of hair lining his chest, while his eyes followed the happy trail going downwards towards his groin. 

“Might as well lean into the whole bear thing.” Jamie grumbled to himself as he turned on the trimmer, deciding to just trim the beard a bit. Once he was done he looked at the time, noting that it was almost time to leave.

Jamie had been planning on going to the grand opening of a new club in town. He was looking to unwind, have fun, maybe even meet a guy if he got lucky. After a stressful week at work he definitely needed it. What made Jamie feel uneasy however was that he was going alone. This would be his first time going out solo, something he would have preferred to have avoided, but unfortunately none of his friends accepted his offer to go out. But desperately needing to let loose after the hellish week, Jamie built up the courage to go. After taking a quick selfie with his attire of choice for the socials, Jamie headed on out.

It wasn’t long until Jamie’s Uber dropped him off in front of the club. A large neon sign hung at its entrance spelling out in huge letters “EUPHORIA”. Having second thoughts about going in alone, Jamie considered going back. Maybe just going to a bar instead. But knowing how disappointed he’d be in himself if he wimped out, Jamie once again summoned up the courage to head inside.

Jamie couldn’t even hear his own thoughts as he stepped inside the building. Loud music blared from every direction, the base from the speakers reverberated through Jamie’s entire body, causing his skin to tingle with every beat. For a club that just opened, the floor was already extremely sticky from all the spilled drinks. Jamie couldn’t help but think that he looked ridiculous as he took forceful steps while he made his way through the club.

Squeezing himself through a sea of sweaty bodies dancing to the music, Jamie eventually reached the bar, ordering himself one of his favorite fruity cocktails. The bartender looked him up and down before fulfilling his request. 

Over the next hour, Jamie would approach a few different men he found attractive, asking if they wanted to dance or if he could even buy them a drink, but unfortunately he’d be turned down every single time. Whatever confidence Jamie had would be shot to pieces by the time he returned to the bar as he solemnly ordered another drink.

“Striking out?” The bartender asked as he placed a napkin in front of Jamie, catching him off guard at his sudden intrusiveness. “Sorry but I couldn’t help but notice. I don’t mean to be nosy.”

“Yeah..” Jamie meekly responded, beginning to feel slightly embarrassed. He took a sip of his drink, the taste of alcohol feeling much stronger in this one. “I’m not unattractive am I?” He blurted out.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” The bartender wasted no time responding. “I’d say you pull off the cub look quite well.”

“Cub?” Jamie was not quite sure how to respond to that comment. Not a bear or an otter or whatever other vernacular the queer community used to describe men of different body shapes. In his head, a cub denoted someone who lacked experience, a bit doe-eyed to the gay scene. Jamie was in his mid 30s, he was sure he’d be past that stage.

“You know, a young hairy guy, packing a bit of weight.” The bartender explained, oblivious to the fact that Jamie knew what he meant.

Before Jamie got a chance to respond, the lights inside the club began to dim and the loud, thumping music switched to a more electronic sound. Turning around, Jamie would notice some dancers coming up to the stage in nothing but skimpy underwear. One by one they took center stage, performing a quick little dance as the spotlight shone down on them. The club goers crowded around the stage, waving around dollar bills, those at the very front even sticking them in the waistbands of the dancers’ clothing.

One dancer in particular caught Jamie’s eye. An orange bandana matching an orange thong were the only things keeping the man clothed, something Jamie was especially thankful for as he gazed lustfully at the man’s lean and muscled body. Between the body rolls and bicep flexes, this dancer knew how to get the crowd going.

Jamie stared for a lot longer than he cared to admit. The man was obviously hot, but what Jamie took notice of was the sheer confidence the dancer emitted. Without hesitation he’d walk up to club patrons and perform these raunchy moves. He'd get as close to them without actually making contact. The smirk he’d give after people stuck dollar bills to the inside of his waistband particularly caught Jamie’s attention. He knew these people lusted after him, and was more than happy to prey on it.

“That’s Manny. He’s from Argentina, doesn’t speak a lick of English.” The bartender leaned across the bar, making it known that Jamie’s fixation on the man had become a bit obvious.

Jamie stared down into the drink swirling in his glass, his face turning red from the embarrassment of being called out. Did the bartender think that Jamie would have tried to make a move? Obviously never, that Manny guy was way out of his league. No way he'd ever give someone like Jamie the time of day. Instead of responding back, Jamie would just order another drink, hoping to drown the awkwardness.

By the time he was on his third, or maybe fourth, cocktail, Jamie found his tongue loosening. The bartender stood nearby, drying glasses and stealing glances at the increasingly tipsy patron.

“You ever... you ever look at someone,” Jamie began, words slightly slurred, “and think, I wanna be them?” He gestured vaguely in the direction of the stage. The dancer Manny was still commanding the crowd with his sculpted physique and effortless confidence.

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “You mean Manny?”

Jamie nodded emphatically, the alcohol making him more honest than usual. “Yeah. I mean, look at him! He’s like... perfect. If I looked like that, I’d never strike out. Never worry about going out alone. People would just... want me, y’know?” He sighed, taking another sip of his drink.

“Careful what you wish for,” the bartender said, his tone light but his expression unreadable. "Let's get some water in you."

The bartender brought a glass of water, but not before the somewhat drunk Jamie blurted out again. "Actually, yeah. I do wish it! Make it so!" The bartender just sighed.

The rest of the night blurred into a haze. Jamie vaguely remembered mumbling more about Manny, something about wanting confidence, wanting to be seen. But soon, the club's lights seemed to melt into indistinct shapes, the music becoming distant. Darkness enveloped him.

Jamie’s eyes fluttered open, his senses overwhelmed by the unfamiliar. His skin felt tight, his muscles coiled like springs beneath smooth, hairless skin. The room spun briefly as he sat up on a cushioned bench, the faint thudding of music beyond the walls grounding him. He glanced down at his body and froze.

“What the...?” he muttered, his voice raspier and deeper than usual. He held out his hands, which were veined and strong, his forearms corded with muscle. Looking further, he saw his torso. Lean, rippling, and sculpted in a way he had only dreamed of. His stomach was carved into a set of perfect abs, his chest broad and chiseled. And then, there was the orange thong stretched across his hips, a strikingly familiar piece of clothing.

Jamie scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding as he stumbled toward the large mirror hanging on the wall. The man staring back at him was undeniably Manny, the same lean, confident dancer he’d been fixated on all night. His jaw dropped as he touched his face, his reflection mirroring his every move. It wasn’t just the body; it was him. Somehow, Jamie had become Manny.

“Oh my God...” Jamie whispered, the realization hitting him like a freight train. Memories of his drunken conversation with the bartender surfaced. I want a body like Manny’s. Was this some bizarre, drunken hallucination?

He stared at his reflection, unable to resist the temptation. His hands ran over his chest, down his abs, and along his biceps, marveling at the strength he felt. Confidence radiated from the sight, intoxicating and new. Jamie smiled, then smirked, experimenting with expressions that felt natural yet foreign.

Before he could indulge further, the door to the dressing room swung open. Jamie turned quickly, startled, and his stomach dropped at the sight.

His own body, slouched, sweaty, and clearly intoxicated, was being half-carried into the room by the very same bartender from before. His doppelgänger’s head lolled to the side, and when he spoke, it was with Manny’s voice, thick with an Argentinian accent.

"¿Qué hiciste? ¿Por qué eres yo?" Manny growled, though his words were slurred. His glare was sharp despite his inebriation.

Jamie blinked, he had no prior knowledge of the Spanish language yet those words came out effortlessly out of his own lips. "Manny? I'm sorry but I don't know what's going on." He looked at the bartender, hoping for some kind of explanation for all of this.

The bartender, still holding Manny upright, let out a sigh and set the man down on a nearby chair. “Alright, calm down, both of you.” he said, his tone exasperated. He looked directly at Jamie. “I guess I owe you an explanation.”

Jamie’s mind raced, his new heart pounding. “What’s going on?” he demanded. “Why am I... like this?”

The bartender crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m a genie,” he said plainly, as though it were the most natural thing in the world. “When you confessed your desire to have Manny’s body, well... I’m obligated to grant wishes. That’s my thing.”

Jamie’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. Why are you working as a bartender then? Drunks must spill their desires to you all the time?" He pointed at himself as he spoke.

"Job pays well." The bartender shrugged. "I usually cut people off before they get too rambly, but I didn't figure you'd be such a lightweight." He said a bit too honestly. “You wanted confidence, a body like his. So here we are. But..” he continued, glancing at Manny, “the swap wasn’t exactly consensual on both ends, so... it’s reversible.”

Manny groaned, his head in his hands. “Reversible? Por favor, hazlo ya.” he pleaded, his voice strained.

Jamie looked between the bartender and his own body, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had never felt so good about himself, so powerful, so free of the insecurities that plagued him. But this wasn’t his life, it was Manny’s. The realization hit him like a punch to the gut. He couldn’t live someone else’s life, no matter how tempting it was.

“Swap us back.” Jamie said firmly, though the words stung. “This isn’t right.”

The bartender nodded, a hint of approval flickering in his eyes. “Alright. As you wish.” He snapped his fingers.

The change was instant. Jamie felt his perspective shift, his body returning to its familiar tipsy state. He was back in his own skin, with all its imperfections, as Manny reclaimed his rightful form.

Manny groaned as he stood, shaking off the lingering effects of Jamie’s earlier drinking. He glanced at Jamie, his expression softening slightly. “Gracias.” he muttered before leaving the room.

Jamie turned back to the bartender, feeling a pang of regret as he ran a hand over his softer body. “Well.” he said, forcing a chuckle, “I guess that’s that.”

The bartender gave him a sly smile. “Not quite.” He snapped his fingers again.

A warm sensation coursed through Jamie’s body. He looked down in awe as his frame began to change, not into Manny’s, but something new. His muscles swelled, his chest broadened, his beard thickened, and a dusting of gray added a rugged charm. His torso became strong and harry, his arms powerful. He kept the same layer of fat, but the gained muscle added a much more masculine touch than before.

He looked in the mirror and saw not someone else, but a version of himself he had always dreamed of. His face had much more of a gruffness to it, there was no denying that he was a man in this thirties anymore. His hair was different, shaved down to the scalp, something Jamie never thought he could pull off. Jewelry manifested itself onto Jamie, completing his new look. Jamie couldn't do anything else but flex and admire the new person he had become.

“Consider this a gift,” the bartender said. “You didn’t have to give up Manny’s body, but you did. That deserves something.”

Jamie was stunned. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice rich and deep.

“Now, go use that confidence,” the bartender said, motioning toward the door.

Jamie stepped out onto the dance floor, his new self commanding attention immediately. The very same men who denied his advances just earlier that night were now ogling at the muscle bear, but he paid them no mind. His eyes instead met those of a fellow muscular man across the room. The two gravitated toward each other, dancing close, the music pulsing around them.

When the man leaned in, Jamie didn’t hesitate. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss, and for the first time in a long while, Jamie felt truly alive.

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Enter Mat

[Enter Matteo and Narrator]

Matteo, stop, please. You're making me look like a fucking fag. Jesus, stop licking your armpits. Put on your underwear, do you know how ridiculous you look?

What do you mean your friends like it? They're my friends, you body stealing fag!

What about John?

No-no, he wouldn't do that—he knows I'm straight—he started this whole thing? No, no, that's not right. That's impossible! We were friends since we were kids. We went to college together!

So... he gave you body swap spell? Wh–

[Enter John]

John! Don't look. This isn't how it looks like. Mat stole my body! Now he's making me look like a fag. Please don't look, he's touching my body.

What? That's not right. You gave him the... why? I thought we were friends! And you're straight.

John... Mat... stop kissing. John don't touch his cock. What are you doing?

JOHN: "Can you be quiet? I'm trying to finger my boyfriend's tight hole. He smells so good right now! I love it when he goes to the gym. He used to act all stuck up like some rich boy jock. Now he's acting like the cock-loving slut I knew he always was."

[bernedout]

My pecs heaved with my inhale and the swelling pectorals caused my tank top to stretch over my meaty traps. The seams along clothes groaned and I heard individual threads snapping. I smiled as I looked down at my increasing mass. The energizing jolt of strength twitched with each muscle in my arms. I gripped at my tank and yanked the fabric, causing the shirt to rip, exposing my cut abs and my throbbing Adonis belt. The stretchy fabric of my sweats kept my thick, trunk-like legs modestly hidden, but my aching bulge with its huge balls filled my jockstrap. I felt the pulsing throb as my member swelled. The warmth of its arousal invigorated my growing cocky attitude.

I wished I wore a long sleeve shirt. I wanted to feel my arms grow hulking in the shirt that had snuggly fit my twig arms. I wanted the fabric to rip with the massive, rippling arms.

"Damn, coach was right about that stuff. Muscle milk? More like muscle daddy!" I said as I threw my ripped shirt on the ground. I ran my fingers over the chiseled, rock hard abs. I was a Greek statue of perfection and masculinity. I struck a pose and eyed myself in the mirror across the room. I hooked my thumb into my sweats and pulled down. After such an intense transformation, my gear did its job. My legs were glistening with sweat, and the veiny, sculpted quads twitched with anticipation of a run. My jockstrap frayed at its seams as my massive, meaty cock strained against the fabric. I could smell the manly musk.

I wanted to rub one out. Imagine if I shot my load all over my chiseled bod. But I should save my juices. There must be some twink out there needing a daddy. But I wondered what my coach wanted. If he had the power to turn his run-of-the-mill athletes into Olympian gods, then why doesn't he have a whole team of Spartan soldiers? Maybe, I should ask him. I pulled up my sweats, though my muscles and cock continued to grow, so the defined details showed through. At this point, I might as well go nude, I joked, and wondered if I shouldn't have the conversation where my coach can appreciate his efforts in making me the best fuck machine around.

[bernedout]

Up and Ready

Check out this sweaty pit, little bro. I know you're busy applying to colleges, but don't even think of coming after your body. Even though your body is so sweaty and I have to deal with your BO, I love how hot and strong I am. Thanks for becoming such a hunk!

My boyfriend loves how hairy your ass is, and he loves when I'm always lubed up and ready. Take care, I'll treat your body right.

[bernedout]

Another Hard Day

I walked up the steps to my house. I threw open the door and tossed down my briefcase and kicked off my shoes. My boss was riding me hard again, and not the kind I liked. I loosened my tie and started to pull a beer out from the fridge when my son stomped down the stairs.

Freshly eighteen, he bounded springily with a smile on his face. He carried that youthful glow that told of no stress or troubles. He was probably going to the gym like he did each day when I got off work. I watched with envy as his workout clothes hugged his lean, toned body in ways that my stretched button down shirt could no longer do. I had been like that in my youth. In fact, he and I looked like brothers, if I was thirty years younger and several pounds lighter.

"Tough day, dad?" He asked. He adjusted his bulge and fished out his car keys. I swear he touched himself on purpose, but knowing how I was at that age, it was probably instinct. His huge bulge looked tightly packed in his jockstrap. It probably itched.

"Gotta pay for that car somehow," I growled.

My son was spoiled, no doubt about that. But seeing him so happy and fit and desired by girls and guys brought a satisfaction to me. People might imagine that I live vicariously through my son, that I imagine his life fucking and doing stupid teen shit, but that wasn't the half of it.

"Well, I hope you relax," he said as he leaned over to give me a brief hug.

At least he's grateful, I thought. It makes this harder.

As he leaned in, I placed my hand at the back of his head and found the secret mark I placed there on his 18th birthday. As soon as my thumb touched the spot, I felt myself drifting away and returning back, seeing my aged body slump into the kitchen chair.

In my son's body, I stripped off my gym shorts and let my cock-stuffed jockstrap fall to around my ankles. I pulled my performance tee over my head and flexed my arms and let my sweaty armpits breathe. I took in that deep musk and let the young athlete smell rile my cock to attention. I felt pure ecstasy as I felt my control shoot through every nerve ending and into each muscle. My abs tensed, my chest tingled, my balls throbbed.

Each day is a struggle to get out of bed, but coming home from work has it perks when I get to relive my youth wearing him. I might jerk off in the kitchen and shoot my load over my chest and abs, then lick it off. Or maybe I'll save that cum and head to the gym and find some guy to do the work for me. I had all evening and all night to get it done. Then tomorrow is another day.

[bernedout]

Stepping up as stepdad

My stepdad was supposed to pick me up from soccer practice when I found him passed out in the driver's seat. He was a good for nothing day drinker and he already reeked of stale beer and sweat by noon.

I tried shaking him awake but he groaned, stretching his tatted arms.

I resisted the urge of looking at his bulge. He was so dominating with his size and attitude. I wanted to hate him, but I lusted after him. Even when he drank too much and he got loud and angry. The other day he teased me, taunting me that I was just a scrawny fag, all the while he strutted around without his shirt. I especially hated how turned on I was when I heard the moaning at night, listening to the bed creaking and the animalistic grunts.

Now he was right in front of me, unconscious to the world. I wanted to reach out to him to feel his beard, trace the curves of his veiny arms and hairy abs. I wanted to feel every part of his body, to explore each crevice and hole. Better yet, I wanted to be him. I could live a better life than him.

As I reached out, I felt a strange pull as something in him sucked me in. I couldn't resist and felt my hand plunge into his warm, sticky flesh. And soon I found my face buried within his sweaty pecs. For a moment, I struggled to breathe. The meaty muscles of his chest filling my nostrils and my mouth. The next moment, I felt my shoulders sink deeper into him and deeper until I felt my feet kicking in the air. With a slurping pop, I absorbed into my stepdad.

A moment later, I felt myself take a deep breath and sigh. I reached my large, manly hands to my face, stroking my new beard. I couldn't believe it. I was him. I grabbed handfuls of my biceps and squeezed the muscles. I checked myself out, rubbing my abs. Moreover, I felt how it was being him. I felt light headed and dizzy. I guess he was drunk and I was feeling it too. It made me reckless as I unslung his monster cock that plowed pussy. I gave it several quick strokes when everything crashed together and I shot a load all over the steering wheel. I let out a moan. I came too fast, but who fucking cared. I had his body now and I jerk off as much as I wanted. Who fucking cared if I forgot to pick up that faggy brat? I'm practically a god with my looks and muscles. Women would trip over themselves to suck me off. I was a goddamn alpha.

I wiped off the cum on the steering wheel, and some old part of me must've broken through, since I brought my hand up to my lips and licked clean the spilled seed. Mmm, I moaned. The salty sweet pearls melted in my mouth. I never knew cum tasted so good. Forget women, I thought, before my stepdad's homophobic thoughts resurfaced.

Whatever happened to me, the result was clear: it was a struggle of control between me and my stepdad. Who would prevail? And would my stepdad's body become a pussy-fucking stud or a cum-swallowing slut?

[bernedout]

"Gosh, this one is gorgeous!" I said before I wrapped my arms around his new, luxurious body...

[bernedout]

Rod just arrived at the gym for his workout session. The 43 years old foreman is still in great shape despite already past the 40 years old mark. He even considered himself to be in better shape now in comparison to his younger days, and he takes pride of that fact. Meanwhile, Jesse just finished his workout session and ready to hit back home where his fiancee already waiting for him with some great homemade dinner. Both men knows each other simply as "the other gym patron" and they gave each other an acknowledging nod when Jesse walked past by Rod. But then, as if a switch clicked in their mind, Rod suddenly pushed Jesse to the locker and grab him by his jaw

"Stay still, punk,"

And with that, the older bear starts kissing the younger bearded guy's neck and grinding his bulky muscular body, much to the pleasure of the younger bearded guy.

The kisses goes on for quite some time, both men let out a series of moans due to the pleasure brought from each other's bodies. The neck kisses then turned into full on sloppy kisses on the lips, lust clearly took over both of them as they battled for dominance, but Jesse clearly let the Rod lead the whole ride. In between their kisses, Rod said

"Glad we waited until we meet this pairing. Such fine studs,"

"Yeah, this totally makes so much sense. Better than that moody brooding 19 year old paired with that fit accountant. Now, my turn to lead, old man,"

And with that, Jesse pushed Rod away instead, a seemingly air of confidence just surged into him as he then grabbed Rod's gray tank and went on to ravenously kisses the older man

In the dropped backpack that belong to Jesse, his girlfriend already called for the 3rd time in the past 10 mins, eagerly waiting for her boyfriend to come back home. Guess she'll have to eat the dinner on her own

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“Hey. U following me?”

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