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As a body swapper, I always find it incredibly fun and intoxicating to jump into new bodies while at the gym. It's the place where everyone is always at least a little horny while they work on their own bodies and goals. When I saw this cute guy posing over in the free weight section without a shirt on and a nipple piercing, I knew I had to be him.

I approached him in the cute twunk I was inhabiting and started striking up a conversation. I could tell he liked the attention, especially from a cute guy like me. I couldn't help but glare down at his bulge growing as we flirted.

What came next was a flurry of emotions as he guided me towards the men's locker room and into a bathroom stall. He shoved my body into the tight space and began fucking me right there. I knew my time would be soon.

As I moaned out and enjoyed the sensation of my stolen ass getting fucked by this absolute unit in the locker room, I readied my plan. As the jock got close and told me he was going to cum, I quickly swapped our bodies and exited the twunk. I blinked and in an instant, I was now the one doing the fucking.

I exploded into my former body and made him take all of my load into his cute ass as I pounded him and spanked his ass. Unfortunately, the twunk passed out in the swap as he fell down in the dirty locker room stall, my cum covering his ass.

I exited the stall, making sure no one was looking still and admired my new acquisition in the mirror. I flexed my new muscles and enjoyed feeling my new cock through the warm fabric of the spandex. I could definitely get used to this.

I got a text from this body's boyfriend asking for sexy gym pics. Well, I couldn't resist giving the man what he wanted. He doesn't have to know that I'm not really his boyfriend, but a complete stranger that is going to enjoy his company. Besides, maybe I'll swap into him next. Here's hoping I can impersonate this guy well enough to fool him.

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Are you planning on making more FTM tg with a little bit of Jockification? If yes then i would love to see a premise of a nerdy girl finding a cursed boxer shorts and by wearing it she gets transformed into a jock both physically and mentally

Andrea was walking around the department store, timidly, looking for some clothes to buy. She was a self-described nerd, although in most instances, it was other people calling her a nerd, for the way she dressed and her high intelligence. This had been most common in the locker room in high school, since Andrea usually wore boxer shorts instead of more feminine underwear. Thankfully, now that she was in college, she only got the occasional odd glance when changing in the university's locker rooms.

But since the women's section didn't contain a whole bunch of boxer shorts, at least not in the styles Andrea wanted, she had to go to the men's section. She was a nerd, but nerds could still have a sense of style after all! So, she finally ended up in the men's underwear section of the store. As she was looking around, she noticed one singular boxer short just laying on one of the shelves. It had a price tag attached to it, but Andrea wondered why it wasn't in a package. Underwear was rarely sold solo, if at all, especially in stores like this one, so she wondered what made this one so special. She did like the style, though, and upon looking at the price tag, she definitely liked the price.

Andrea picked it up and found another package of boxer shorts that she liked, and she made her way to the checkout line. She avoided eye contact with the check-out person, who was also a bit weirded out by the singular pair of underwear that this woman gave them. However, the price tag checked out and everything went through, so it wasn't long before Andrea was back in her car and driving away with her purchase. Once she was back home, she realized something. "Oh, sugar! I don't know if the singular one actually fits me!" She hadn't checked the size, and since it was just the one, there was no packaging to tell her.

Once she made sure the door to her dorm room was locked, she took off her pants and current underwear, and slipped on the new boxer shorts. They were a perfect fit, miraculously, and Andrea then went to take them off, not wanting to switch underwear in the middle of the day. However, try as she might, she couldn't get the waistband of the boxer shorts to budge, and neither could she get the bottom of the underwear to be able to be grabbed too. "What's going on here!?" she asked herself. Even the self-proclaimed nerd couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation as to why underwear would suddenly be stuck on her.

Andrea was even more scared when she looked down and the boxer shorts were glowing. She wasn't sure what the fuck was happening, but she sure as fuck knew that she wanted them off, and wanted them off now. She tried and tried to take it off, peel it off, and even grabbed some scissors she had in her room and tried to cut it off. None of those things worked, but as she was doing all of that, she noticed in her peripheral vision that her button-down shirt was getting tighter and tighter, seemingly by the second. Thankfully, she had but the scissors down by the time the shirt sleeves ripped apart. Andrea looked down at her grossly muscled arms, especially in relation to the rest of her body right now.

She did go to the gym regularly, but her workout wasn't meant to gain much muscle. And these arm muscles looked like they belonged to a male jock! Andrea was smart enough to know that no one would believe her when she would tell them that she suddenly gained massive amounts of muscle in minutes, so she decided to see what else would happen. She didn't have to wait long to figure out what was happening next. Andrea wasn't busty by any sense of the word, but she did have breasts that stuck out a good amount from her body. However, she watched in horror and dismay as she slowly but surely became flat-chested.

She unbuttoned her shirt, at least what was left of it, and realized that while she no longer had breasts, she likely had pecs now. They were much more angular than what she had previously, albeit still rounded to some extent. They also protruded out from her body a fair amount. By this time, someone as smart as Andrea knew what was happening to her. "I'm turning into a guy!" she screamed, and she knew that, somehow, it was the boxer shorts doing all of this. She resumed her efforts to take them off, as she didn't want to be a male jock; she wanted to be a female nerd.

However, all of her valiant efforts failed, especially as abs started forming on her torso. She gained an impressive and chiseled eight-pack of abs within minutes, and also got some shredded obliques as well. The same thing that had happened with her arms also happened with her legs. Andrea hoped that the muscle growth would be enough to tear the underwear and paradoxically reduce or stop the muscle growth, but whatever magic or science was behind all of this caused the boxer shorts to grow in size to match her new tree trunks of legs, while still being too tight to take off.

Andrea then felt a pain in her genital region, and she unfortunately knew exactly what was happening to her. She didn't dare look down, as she knew that her vagina was being changed into a penis. From one perspective, it was actually really cool how she would have a working penis after whatever the fuck was happening to her was done, but on the other hand, it was forced upon her and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Eventually, the pain stopped, and Andrea took a peek down there, or at least at the bulge in the underwear she couldn't take off. Her new cock was quite long and girthy, even while completely flaccid. Her ass also got more rounded and protruded out from her body a bit more as well, like she had just done a thousand squats.

Her face then experienced some pain, and Andrea was thankfully able to keep her eyes open during the whole ordeal and went to the bathroom to look in the mirror. She was seemingly getting free, but unwanted, facial masculinization surgery, as her face got more angular, just like her pecs, and some other, smaller, changes that would make her face look more like a man's than a woman's. It even came with a change in hair color and style, her strawberry-blonde hair becoming a bright yellow blonde and styled like a jock frat bro now instead of the cascading locks she had in the past.

Right now, Andrea looked like a jock, a male jock at that, but she thankfully still thought of herself as female, an intelligent female who knew how fucked up this as well. However, she quickly realized that there was likely one final step to whatever had happened to her, and it wasn't long before Andrea experienced a searing heartache. She could barely remember what had happened to her, but by the time it had passed, he was no longer a she.

Andy was a college jock who loved to party, fuck bitches, smoke weed, and just generally live his best life. He worked out every day to build and maintain muscle, and while he still attended classes, he was barely passing them, bitches and fags helping him to maintain a passing grade. He had no memories of his time as Andrea, and always remembered himself as a guy who had slowly but surely turned into the BMOC, both in high school and in college. He jacked off for the first time, at least from an outsider's perspective, before hopping on the apps, hoping to find someone to hook up after he went to the gym. They loved a sweaty cocky fuckboi jock!

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My good boy loves it when I tease him about his conversion kink, don't you, boy?

Yes, Sir.

Does my good boy wanna be converted?

Yes, Sir!

You wanna be forced to fuck pussy until you love it, boy?

Fuck yes, Sir!

You wanna be a real man and fuck pussy and only pussy, boy?

Yes, Sir!

You wanna fuck a sexy fertile slut and knock her up with your faggy seed, boy?

Fuck yes, Sir!

You wanna be forced to take responsibility, boy?

Oh, fuck yes, Sir!

Such a good boy I have. He should be rewarded… and I know just how. Beyond the bedroom doors, waiting patiently and completely naked, is a fertile slut who can't wait to fuck my good boy straight.

What! Fuck, Really!

Yes, boy. She's all ready for you.

Holy fuck…

You wanna fuck her, boy?

I…

Breed her, boy?

Fuck…

Swell her flat little belly like a real man?

…

You want that, don't you, boy.

…yes, Sir.

You wanna fuck her, don't you, boy.

Yes, Sir.

You wanna breed her?

Yes, Sir!

You wanna be converted, boy? Turned into a real man?

Fuck yes, Sir! I want it! I want to be turned so fucking badly!

Good boy... Now, get those pants off!

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Under your Skin

Commissioned by: Valagon37

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit! It’s finally here. I rushed downstairs when I heard the familiar ding of my doorbell. My hands were trembling, and sweat rained from my head. I opened the door, accomplished all the fuss with the delivery guy, and retreated to the basement lounge with the package. I can’t begin to count the days I have toiled, all so I could buy this expensive package. All those overtime and side hustles, all the things I didn’t buy. Everything, for this. 

Using a boxcutter, I cut a neat cut down the middle. The brown paper package spread apart and lay in neat tatters on the ground. I opened the box. A gasp escaped my mouth at the same time. The thing inside is just as I have imagined it. It’s perfect. It’s a professionally-made bodysuit of an Asian bodybuilder and Internet star, Brock Nguyen. If you disregard the lack of innards, everything about the suit looked like him,  from the face I first saw when I opened the box; down to the body when I pulled the bodysuit from the package. The texture was that of human skin. I can’t begin to imagine the mechanism of how they made it so warm. It doesn’t even have any sign of cooling down to room temperature. I could feel the bumps and minute hairs and the sheer smoothness of what seemed to be the abs. What surprised me more was the large size of it when compared to my body. He looked somewhat of average height in his videos. He’s taller by a few inches, and all of his limbs are larger than I have. I mean– I am not a difficult bar to pass, but still.

I laid the bodysuit flat on top of the coffee table. I stand in awe at the prospect of now having it. If what the website said is true, I’d turn into Brock if I wore this suit. Even now, it’s still unbelievable. The website has shown videos of other people turning into famous celebrities and Internet stars. They seem legit, but there is a nagging feeling at the top of my mind telling me they’re fakes. Nothing is impossible with video editing nowadays. But there is hope driven by the desire and lust to be someone better, to be like Brock. This is real. This is fucking real. 

That underwear… They look familiar…

Clothes came along with the suit. I would have never given them second thoughts if I didn’t recognize the tight black underwear at the bottom of the box. There was this incident a few days ago when Brock’s household was robbed while he was out training in the gym. Commenters asked what was stolen from him and if he got in contact with the police yet. He assured the fans that nothing of value was stolen, but it’s clear that he’s embarrassed to tell us what it was. Only now did I piece two-and-two together. Clothes were stolen from him, and it’s quite an embarrassing catalog too. Aside from the black underwear, there are socks, boxers, and even more underwear. Though, there are no T-shirts. It’s not much of a loss since almost all of his pictures and videos often show him without one. And besides, if I transform into him, T-shirts would only get in the way of showing off his stunning body. 

As for the underwear, it’s clear these weren’t washed yet. I grabbed and stuffed both on my face. The musk came in hard and fast. It has hints of piercing sour citrus and bitterness that leave a tantalizing sensation inside my lungs and, eventually, the erection in my groin. I lay on the floor with two stained underwear attached to my face. Manly musk boiled my mind into a frenzy. There is no time in my life when I’ve felt stiffer than this. The smell alone made me reach my climax. Cum rained out of my penis and came crashing back to my bare stomach. That was just the fucking smell! I turned my head, and his hollowed face and equally hollowed eyes looked at me. What pleasures will I feel when I become him?

After gathering my breath and courage, I stood from my pool of cum and picked up the bodysuit. My heart was beating fast from ejaculating; it got even quicker when I got excited at the prospect of becoming someone better. I raised the suit and spread the hole on its back. Both feet were the first to enter. As expected, the bodysuit hung loosely on them. Brock has magnificent and large calves worthy of a marathon runner. I didn’t expect it to tighten immediately because the website said so. Only when I wore the suit entirely would it do, so I started working on that goal. I worked my way up to the body and arms. I am out of breath, not because I’m tired, but because I’m on the final step before I say goodbye to who I currently am. The sight of the bodysuit hanging loosely on my body was the last thing I saw before pulling the mask over my head. 

I woke up with the worst migraine I’ve felt in my entire life. It was a relief knowing that it disappeared as fast as it came. I shifted to my side and felt the immediate change in size and weight. They say humans have senses beyond conventional ones. There’s the sense of spatial awareness, and that very sense is telling me everything is askew. My head doesn’t move the way it should. My arms and feet feel like there are sacks of concrete attached to them. Everything screams wrong, and yet… also right? My body may feel heavy, but I have more than enough strength to carry the burden. My mind is also poking at the sense of wrongness I am feeling. Why am I feeling strange when I’ve had this strength for years? 

Wait– what? The headache returned and brought forth memories of another with it. They played like a DVD player when you played it on fast forward. They fell on my palms like sand, some I’ve retained while most were lost. One thing I learned as I walked to the mirror, the bodysuit worked. I’m Brock Nguyễn! This is my body and no other. The sense of wrongness dissipated instantaneously, leaving me with nothing but comfort in his skin. A slow smile formed on my face. That smile shifted to laughter.

The confidence in the looks. I’m Brock Nguyễn and no one else.

“Tôi là Brock Nguyễn (I am Brock Nuyễn),” I said before stopping quickly. Did I just speak Vietnamese? I assume I did. When I looked back at Brock’s memories, everyone spoke Vietnamese, and I seemed to understand each one. I am also confident that I can even talk in Vietnamese. However, speaking English now dumbfounds me. I don’t know how or why, but my original memories seem muted. I know I am talking in English in these memories, but the conversations are lost to translation. 

Why should I even care if I don’t speak English that well anymore? I bought this bodysuit not to talk in Vietnamese but to enjoy becoming Brock. My breathing turned shallow as this idea dawned on me. My musky breath foamed on my face. I could hear the deep drums of my heartbeat. 

Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… Tôi là Brock Nguyễn… The thought repeated in my mind like seconds on a clock. This still feels like a dream, but every sensation I feel now says it’s not. 

One thing I loved about Brock is his massive pectorals. I’ve always admired their sheer size, and the thought of touching them never left my fantasies. I can’t believe that my dreams are finally coming to fruition. I squeezed my pecs, and my jaws dropped in surprise when I realized how soft and squishy they were. They flinched at the touch, and I was surprised even more by the massive leaps they’d made. I can move them with my mind. I could move the left pectoral, the right, and then both. Fuck! Th– this is amazing. While I love them for their softness, I could also make them dense and firm. I marbled them and relished at the thought of having such massive milkers. 

They’re so fucking big. See how they move so much!? I can’t even see my dick clearly with these two in the way.

From my pecs, I shifted to the rest of my body. My arms weren’t only for show. There is strength brimming in every flex. And fuck! My body has been glistening with sweat ever since I wore the bodysuit. That sweat permeated in the hairs of my armpits where bitter musk lingers. My nose could not sniff the area closely with my pecs in the way, but the stench was so great that I didn’t need close proximity to get hard at my aroma. Not only did my dick get stiff, but so did the massive nipples in my chest. One hand snaked its way back to one nipple while the other traversed the ridges of my abs and into my groin. Both hands played at their destination, which resulted in my voice filling the room. 

My massive body, combined with the soft and careful love I am giving to my nipples and dick, has made this into the tender moment I’ve always imagined. My dick is longer than before, and the added inches make for better pleasures. Moans bubbled on my lips, and Brock’s voice filled my head like lace. Through his memories, I learned that he never had much time to experience pleasures. His body is starved for touch and attention. I am glad that I am here to finally fulfill that need.

All the fine hairs on my body stood on their ends as I reached my climax. It was as if every muscle reeled in preparation for what was to come. 

Cumming twice in a single day is a feat I’ve never had the pleasure of doing before. I’d do it every day if it was this intense and nerve-breaking. Unlike the last one, this one reached beyond the corners of the coffee table in front of me. They launched into the air, leaving a blast of pleasure in their wake. Rippling waves on my skin left me moaning in beats. I am at a loss for words and definitely for air. I bent over to contain this intense excitement. I cried, laughed, and uttered a litany of Vietnamese curses to dampen these mind-prickling pleasures. I scooped my hands on the steady pour of cum, and had it spread all over my chest. A thin layer shone against the light. It was warm, somewhat disgusting, but seductively so. This is Brock’s cum– no, it’s my cum. 

My body felt heavier after cumming in this body.

I lay there for minutes, but they seemed to pass like hours. I watched the steady rise and fall of my massive chest. I focused on the little things like the air bristling on my thin hair. Or how my sweat poured out of my pores and traversed the ridges of my abs. Even the sound of my breathing changed to a deep gruff tone made by my massive chest. Everything I feel is mine. This is me– the new me…

Tôi là Brock Nguyễn…

Thank you to Valagon37 for the hot story requests! I am having fun writing these stories.

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Please do more straight to gay asian stories🐠

(Ask and you shall receive!)

Brett's favorite past time was bullying the local fairy on campus, Alexander Dawson. The dude was always so uptight and pretentious, always with his nose shoved into some romance novel or jamming out to loud KPOP music through his earphones, the cheery notes setting Brett's teeth on edge every time.

Alexander was ridiculous to look at, always in neatly buttoned shirts and ironed pants, blonde hair meticulously parted, walking around with packed fuckin' lunches and a journal tucked under his arm like a nerd. The very definition of a guy who spent way too long sucking on his mother's tit.

As far as Brett was concerned, he needed to be taught a lesson, put into his place at the bottom of the totem pole. He was on the prowl for his target when his phone pinged in his pocket, taking it out to see a text message from Alexander himself. Brett grimaces as girly pink hearts flurry like snowflakes across his phone, cursive red font asking, "Will you be my Valentine?"

Furious and ready to beat Alexander's ass, Brett begins to type a hateful response, before a sharp pain flares behind his eyelids for just a moment. He presses a finger to his temple, the flare of agony going away as quicky as it had come on. He blinks, dazed, glancing back down to his keyboard and the slur-filled response he was moments away from sending. "Oh, dear. Why would I ever say that to Alexander? I'm not thinking straight."

Brett is shocked to hear a gentle, high pitched, wussy voice inside his head, so polite and soft he wants to roll his eyes out of the sockets. "The fuck is going-" he starts to ask, his voice still low and bovine coming from his lips, before feeling his hands move on their own accord, erasing his comment and beginning to type something new. "Alexander, I'm so flattered by this, and I would be so incredibly honored to be your Valentine! I know how much you love Korean, what about a barbecue date this evening? My treat, sir c:"

Horrified to see the 'message sent' pop up, Brett is still unable to get his body to listen to his commands, standing up on its own accord and making its way into a nearby bathroom, looking into the mirror and at the lazy gym outfit taut around his bulky figure. The voice in his head sounds almost panicked. "Oh, no, my handsome Valentine will never like me this way at all! I look like a gorilla that escaped the zoo. And I smell like it, too!" Brett wanted to reach into his head and pull this new fairy out, pummel him into goop. But same as before, he was powerless to do anything but look on in helpless horror.

"We need to switch places. I need to be on the outside if I'm going to make Alexander as happy as I possibly can." What the flying fuck? "I'd say it's not all that bad, but I absolutely despised being in your straight brain, so I'm sure you won't like the reverse. You are unintelligent, unhygienic, and most importantly, way too mean to the sweetest, cutest, most wonderful man in the world." Brett started to feel afraid, noticing the sharper edge to the once gentle, soft toned voice. "You're better off being locked away. Now you get to spend the rest of your life looking through my eyes. Isn't that wonderful? You get an all exclusive show to watch mine and Alexander's love story unfold!"

Brett wanted to make a stand, to plea for mercy, to rewind time and throw his phone away as soon as he felt the ping. But the only thing he could feel was his body compacting in on itself, his hips narrowing, muscles deflating, his voice a pathetic cry for help. "Fuck, man! Stop! I've learned my lesson, please stop this nightmare!" But it all felt so terribly real, is the thing, bones shifting and skin growing tighter around a slimming figure, tone changing with a flush of sun-kissed bronze, brown hair turning pitch black, lantern jaw and masculine features cracking into something cuter, sweeter. The lips that once shouted cruel slurs now were perfect for sucking Alexander's cock. His eyes were distinctly Asian, almond shaped, a symbol of his newfound Korean heritage to be exact.

A shimmer of light flitted around his person, his tank top becoming a traditional dress shirt and his shorts lengthening into designer dress pants. Exactly how Alexander styled himself, Brett realized to his distinct horror, now no longer able to even scream out his desperation for things to end. He felt like he was strapped to a chair in an endless void, no one listening to him, forced to watch and experience the newly freed Baek exploring his body for the first time, cupping his soft hands around his new perky bubble butt and smirking at his reflection. "Awww, I'm gonna have to skip on dinner at our date this evening, but it's so worth it to ride Alexander's fat cock! I'm so grateful that he wants to be with me. It's crazy, sometimes it feels like he typed up everything he wanted in a dream boyfriend and brought me into existence. But wouldn't that be crazy? I'm so silly sometimes."

Hours later, perched on Alexander's countertop with the white man's hands clinging to his tiny waist, Baek is smiling with a blush on his cheeks and his tiny cock throbbing inside his underwear, his asshole puckering with the desire to be filled. He knows it's coming soon.

Brett is crying and begging to be let out, to have his body back, he'll never bother Alexander again and he swears it!

But lucky for Baek, even if he's bilingual, he only processes his thoughts in his native Korean. It's actually very easy to ignore the straight bully locked away in his brain.

Funny thing is, Brett doesn't even know just how kinky the seemingly straight-laced Alexander truly is. Baek can't wait to show him exactly how much.