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Cockswap: Andrew & The Twink

Andrew had always known he was the man other men wanted to be, or be with.

He earned it — hours at the gym, a strict grooming routine, an expensive tan, plenty of intoxicating body hair that drew stares, and that cocky swagger that made heads turn the second he entered a room. But above all, he was blessed... endowed.

Nine thick, tan inches. Uncut. Heavy. Hung like a god. His shaft sat above a dark, dense bush of pubes, framed by low-hanging balls that made noise when he walked naked across tile. He never wore underwear — not with a cock like that. He wanted people to stare.

And they always did.

But then came the curse...

A cute, boyish twink had flirted with him while they waited in line at a juice bar. Blonde. Maybe 22. Big blue eyes and a body like a dancer — toned but petite. He couldn’t stop staring at Andrew’s bulge.

"Is that real?" the twink asked, grinning up at him.

Andrew just smirked. “Want a closer look?”

The twink blushed, bit his lip.

That’s when it hit.

A surge of heat. Like a heartbeat in his balls. Then a suction, deep in his core.

Andrew gasped. The front of his shorts suddenly felt wrong. Too roomy.

He reached down instinctively, cupping — and felt something unfamiliar. Something... smaller. Foreign.

Panicked, he rushed into the bathroom, locked the stall, unzipped.

His cock was gone.

In its place: a cute, slim little dick. Pale pink. Cut. Barely five inches. Tight little balls. Smooth, like it had never seen a razor.

“What the f—”

His phone buzzed. A text from an unknown number.

“I think you forgot something... wanna swap back? 😘 -Eli”

He remembered the twink’s name now. Eli. The one from the juice bar. His stomach twisted.

---

That night, they met up at Eli’s apartment.

Eli answered the door in a white tank top and short shorts. His small frame was smooth and boyish, but there was a glint in his eyes — knowing, hungry.

Andrew didn’t bother with small talk. “Give it back.”

Eli smiled slowly. “Oh, I love how it feels. Heavy. Fills out my little briefs like I’ve got a monster down there.” He cupped himself — Andrew’s cock visibly outlined, thick and flopping beneath the fabric.

Andrew growled. “I’m serious.”

“Oh, I am too. But there’s only one way to reverse it” Eli stepped closer, voice low. “I fuck you… and you take every drop.”

Andrew’s jaw clenched. “Not gonna happen.”

Eli leaned up, licking his lips. “Then I guess it’s mine forever.”

He turned. The sight of Andrew’s cock swinging under that tiny twink ass nearly broke the alpha man’s brain. Seeing it from the outside, big and perfect… attached to someone else.

Andrew lasted three days.

Three humiliating, shriveled, awkwardly quiet days of trying to hook up with other men — only to be laughed at or pitied the moment his pants came off. His swagger crumbled. He stopped going out. He couldn’t even jerk off — nothing felt right.

So, he went back.

---

Eli had prepared.

He made Andrew shower. Lube. Kneel.

It was slow. Deep. Not painful… but humbling. Eli didn’t pound — he possessed. He whispered to Andrew the entire time.

“Mmmm... it's so nice having your cock... it looks so good on me... and it's overwhelming to fuck you with it..."

“You’re not so scary now, are you?”

“Moan for it. Show me how much you miss it.”

And Andrew did. Every groan was real. Every gasp was shame. When Eli finally came, flooding Andrew’s insides, it was like a switch had flipped.

That familiar weight returned. The heft between his thighs. The fullness. The power.

He looked down, and there it was.

His cock. His bush. His balls.

But something inside had changed.

Because Eli was still smirking, still lounging on the bed, still stroking himself — and even though Eli was smaller again, Andrew felt… submissive.

Eli owned something deeper now.

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No Guts, No Glory

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Stages of possession

Not paying attention

Taken over

Checking yourself out

Enjoying yourself

Showing off

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Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right

A Case of SCP-4127: Heads or Tails (non-neutralized instance)

29th, October - 11:58:44 Pm

“Whenever you’re ready.” Remy announces, feeling a thrum of excitement running through his veins as he holds out a hand, a small shining coin sitting in the middle while he stares at his friend, similarly holding his breath in front of him. He felt himself grinning, which his friend reciprocates. Remy raises an eyebrow knowingly, and nods at his friend.

“I already told you,” Luke, his friend, responds, practically bouncing on the balls of his feet as he does. “I’ve been ready for this the moment you found that.” he adds, running a hand through his brown hair before pocketing them. He was a mere inch shorter than Remy, though they were of the same age. And slightly bulkier than Luke too. He takes stock of Remy and his form, as well as his dirty blonde hair slicked back. He had always liked how his friend looked. Though it did not matter anymore, he’ll get that for himself soon, he thinks.

“Good,” Remy exclaims, moving backward one step to make space, already placing the coin between his index finger and thumb. He takes stock of his friend one more time, taking note of Luke’s brown curls and bright eyes. Remy smirks, he’d have it soon enough too. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

Luke only responds with an enthusiastic nod and steps backward as well. Remy takes in a deep inhale, and prepares to flip the coin.

“Heads, we switch bodies for the weekend.”

28th, October - 08:46:04 PM

Remy sank down on his couch, still in his scrubs, as he tossed his bag to the side. Today has been a stressful one, and also a very weird one. It would have been the usual Thursday shift back at the campus hospital, if it hadn’t been for the one weird patient that he had to tend to before he finished his shift. The old man had dementia, or so his reports said, including delusions but Remy found himself a little intrigued when the old man talked to him.

Remy runs a hand through his hair, and produces a coin from his pocket—it was a 1936 USA Buffalo quarter, from the patient himself that he ‘passed on’ to Remy. Not knowing what to do, he accepted it and must have forgotten to discard it.

The old man claimed it could only flip to heads, and would give him what he wanted. Remy could almost laugh, and he sets it down on the coffee table before checking his phone. There were no new messages, and the last he sent was an image of himself earlier to an online friend. He groans at this, before putting the phone down.

He turns to the coin, picking it up and examining both sides. Something about it felt…different, he thought. It wasn’t lighter, nor was it heavier than the usual quarter, but comparing it to a normal quarter from his bag further confirmed this. Remy checks his phone once more, noting that his friend Luke still hadn’t responded to him, before his eyes strayed back to the coin again.

An idea pops in his head, and he shrugs, nothing really to lose if he tried it. “Heads,” he mutters, thinking about the old man again. “Luke finally replies to me.” he adds half-jokingly as he tosses the coin into the air.

The coin lands on his palm, heads up. He was about to toss the coin aside, when his phone lights up and buzzes. Remy raises an eyebrow at this and momentarily forgets about the coin, grabbing his phone and checking the notification in an instant. He wanted to laugh in surprise, but instead the sound got caught in his throat.

“Looking good as always, Rem.” was the first message, and then followed up by an image of Luke himself. “Was outside today, had fun.” was captioned on the image, and Remy instantly felt both a pang of envy at Luke’s escapades, and both at how good his friend looked.

Meanwhile across the town, Luke had just finished his ‘business’ at Remy’s photo, just moments after he got home, and had the urge to respond to his friend with a selfie he took earlier that day. Luke knew that Remy disliked his job, though he also thinks his friend looked hot in scrubs. What he would give to become him for a day or two, he thinks.

Remy replies with a “Sounds great! Can’t wait for the week to be over.” and Luke chuckles on his bed, rolling out of it to clean up the mess on his torso.

Remy, on the other hand, was back to staring at his coin after replying, an eyebrow raised at it. He thinks it could have been a coincidence as he gulps down a glass of water. He plays with the quarter between his palms for a few moments, deciding on what to try it next with, before looking back at his messages.

He grins smugly, and holds the coin out while thinking of something very specific to confirm. “Heads,” he begins, a thought brewing inside his head. “Luke sends me a selfie with no shirt on.” he adds. Luke had only ever sent him one once, drunkenly, and if the coin had any ‘magic’ in it, this would confirm it, he thought.

Not even a full minute later, his phone dings and instantly opens Luke’s message. His mouth drops open, though a smirk was already curling its way on the corners of his mouth.

He finally laughs in disbelief this time and the image didn’t even have a message to follow up. Remy clutched the coin in his palm, already thinking of what he could do with it. He could essentially do anything, he thought, and quietly said his thanks to the old man who, for some reason he couldn’t think of, gave him it. Regardless of the reason, it was his now.

Remy starts typing out a reply to Luke’s image, before a thought occurs in his head. Him and Luke had discussed the idea before because it seemed impossible—though now that he had a means to make it come true, he couldn’t wait to tell Luke.

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New Job

James had driven eighty miles to sort out a minor problem for a particularly demanding customer and by late morning he was finished and about to return home.  It wasn’t typical for him to drive that far, or anywhere much, so these occasional journeys stimulated his mind, triggered by various vans or trucks that he passed on the road. He would try to get a glimpse of the driver or mate and wonder where they had been, where they might be going and what their job might entail.  Service stations provided a further opportunity for this and if time allowed he would sometimes stop at every single service station on a journey just to maximize his fantasies.

As he pulled out of the industrial park where the customer was based, he saw a branch of a builders merchants.  It had a burger van parked out front with a couple of patrons stood around with bacon rolls and mugs of tea in their hands.  James pulled into the car park and watched, some finished their food and disappeared into the store, others left in their work vans.  With nothing much left to do James headed into the store and had a wander to look for the work wear section. He rounded the corner of the work wear aisle to find a guy looking like he’d been caught with his hand in a cookie jar.  He had been crouched on one knee and as soon as he caught sight of James, he jumped up and tried to look casual.  James nodded his head with half a smile, enough to acknowledge the guy but not smiling too much to appear over friendly.   The guy was wearing typical trade type clothes, a dark polo shirt, hoodie and canvas trousers with the pockets dangling outside the trousers, all laden with dust and clearly well worn.  On his head was a knitted beanie pulled fairly tight over his head with some hair just peaking out. On his feet were tan boots which were also encrusted with dust and dirt - and which had the laces undone.

James realized what he had interrupted.  The guy has been just about to swap his worn boot for those in an open box on the bottom shelf of the aisle.  

“Fuck you staring at?” the guy directed at James.

“Nothing, mate” said James as he continued past the apparent thief.  He was about to continue down the aisle and return to his car when a sudden urge of either stupidity or carelessness hit him and he turned back towards the guy.

“Look mate, I know what you’re were doing” he said “Don’t be stupid, they’ll have cameras and shit and you’ll end up regretting it”

“I wasn’t pinching nuffin” was the reply.

“Look maybe I could help” offered James, “we could do a trade.  Let me buy you some new gear and in return, you let me have all the gear that you’re wearing”.  There.  He’d said it, for the first time ever he’d expressed to someone else his work clothing fantasy.

James didn’t have to wait long for the response.

“Fuck off, perv” and with that the guy walked off.

James left the store and returned to his car in disappointment.  He sat for a minute wondering whether to try again but instead started the engine and was just about to pull out of the car park when there was a thump on the window.  The guy waved his hand in a circle indicating to James to wind down the window.

“You serious?”

“Yes mate” said James.

“There’ll be conditions”

“OK” said James.

“Follow me van” said the guy as he turned away and got into a battered panel van.

James put his car into gear and followed the van out of the car park and for several miles down the road.  After a few turns, the van pulled into a quiet dead-end street on the edge of the town and parked up.

James pulse was racing.  Was he going to been beaten to a pulp or maybe, just maybe, he might get some genuine worn work wear.  Still fresh. Well, not fresh but still warm.

The guy got out of his van and walked over to James car.  He opened the passenger door and got in.  

“Jake” he said, holding out his hand.  "Here’s my terms. Take it or leave it" he said.

James kept quiet.

Jake pulled at the fabric of his polo shirt and said “This gear has to be earnt.  I gotta know that you’re up to the job of wearing it”

He pointed across the field at the end of the road towards a construction site for some new houses. “They’re crying out for labourers” he said

“If you want this gear, you have go work there for a bit and while you’re a labourer, let me have your stuff including your car and wallet”.

“I might take a drive and maybe get a decent meal and find a tart somewhere whilst you take the van over to that site and get to do some casual labourin.”

“Fuck yeah” gasped James.

“Hold on” said Jake.  "Listen, what I’m saying is like a contract.  You’re selling all your stuff to me in exchange for me selling you all my stuff to you.  We’ll agree to sell it back to each other of course, but only after you buy me replacement new work gear, and pay me 300 quid in cash. Deal?“.

"Selling? can’t we just borrow” asked James

“Nah, mate.  Like I said, take it or leave it.  By selling, you can’t change your mind and call the cops on me.  Can’t be done for theft if I go spend some of your money cos at the time I spend it it will be mine. And a course, if I buy something, whatever I buy will become yours when we sell everything back, so its all good”.

“So it’s going to cost me new work gear and 300 quid, then?” said James aloud as he pondered the proposal.

“Deal” said James and they shook hands.

“Get the fuck outta my car!” said Jake grinning from ear to ear

They both got out and James walked over towards the van, now his van.

“Mind you don’t get my suit dirty on that van” said Jake.  "Tell you what, I’ll get undressed and put my dirty clothes on the seat of the van, you do the same in the car then we’ll switch places and get dressed.“  With that Jake started to yank off his boots.  He removed his sweaty socks and stuffed them in the top of the boots and placed them in van.  He pulled off the beanie and peeled off the hoodie and polo shirt and dumped those on the drivers seat of the van and then removed his trousers and underwear.  The last thing he removed was a silver chain from his neck, a ring from his finger and some cord bracelets from his wrist.

James by now had removed his own clothes and folded them neatly on the front seat of his former car.  He had been wearing dark suit trousers and pale blue shirt with a pair of black shoes.  His suit jacket remained in the rear of the car. He removed his sweaty socks and boxers and placed them on top of the other clothes, then removed a gold chain, a ring and an Apple watch.  

"and the glasses, mate.” said Jake, nodding towards the reading glasses that James still wore.

“I won’t be able to read anything without these” James protested.

“Like I care.  They’re mine now” said Jake.  "You won’t be doin much readin on the building site anyways".

James placed the glasses on the clothes and stood back from the car door, stark naked with his balls cupped in his hands.

Jake stood similarly. He took the initiative and walked over to the car and started to dress in James’s discarded suit.  James picked up the boxer briefs underwear from the top of now his clothes pile and slipped them on.  Next came the thick sweaty socks, ingrained with grit, sweat and dust and then the canvas trousers.  They felt a little tight on his waist but they’d do, length was fine as James and Jake both stood at around 5'8. Next James pushed his left foot into the corresponding boot.  He could tell why Jake had been trying to steal replacement boots because it was clear that one sole had a gash along the edge.  They’d probably suffice for a dry day like today but it wouldn’t be fun working in these boots in wet conditions.

James took the polo shirt next and pulled it over his head, he added the cheap jewellery and the cord bracelets before donning the hoodie and the woolen beanie.

“So, we gonna agree a time and place to meet and buy back each others gear?” James suggested.

“Not yet my fine man” replied Jake in a mock posh accent, presumably to match the shirt and suit that he now wore.

“Let’s play it by ear and text each other when we’re ready” Jake added.  "Which reminds me, you’d better unlock this phone" He held out James iPhone for him to tap the fingerprint sensor.  "Hold on, one more" he said after tapping some more.  James obliged.

“That’s your fingerprints replaced by mine on the phone” said Jake.   James squirmed a little, that was something he hadn’t really considered ahead of this little escapade.  There was so much on that phone that he depended on for his work and day to day life, at least most of it would be in the cloud.

“Now you” said Jake and James poked around in his trouser pockets until he found a battered generic phone.  It was a smart phone, but as ancient as they come with a smashed corner on the screen.   “No fingerprint on that” he said “but let me do the swipe pattern to unlock it”   James held out the phone and Jake unlocked it.  "Now go into phone setup and add you’re own swipe pattern" Jake instructed James.

Jake’s focus went back the iPhone in his hands,  He swiped a couple of times and tapped a bit more then slipped the phone in to his pocket and with a grin on his face said “That’s the password changed on the apple account”.   James felt his stomach drop.  What had he done.

“See ya later loser”  said Jake as he got behind the wheel of the car.  "Call me once you’ve got the cash together and the new work gear and we’ll meet up.  Until then I’m going to enjoy my new possessions, I hope you enjoy yours!“

James felt his stomach drop even further.  "But I’ll buy you the gear and give you the 300 quid when I get my stuff back” said James “I’m good for it”

“That wasn’t the deal mate” replied Jake.  "You’d better get yourself over to that site before 2pm if you’re gonna start earning any money, I think they pay 60 quid for half a day!“ and with that he drove off.

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