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felixkerrm2m · 1 day

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Assisting My Boss by Taking His Place

“Fuck me, Tom! You look exactly the part!” Sebastian exclaimed, looking up at his former body while dressing in the clothes of his personal assistant.

“Right, sir? I didn’t even believe it was possible when you suggested it. Crazy what technology money can buy these days. And let’s face it, you have plenty of that, sir.” Tom replied, looking at his boss’s body from a new perspective.

“Listen, thanks for helping me out like this. I really hate spending hours at the tailor’s, and today of all days I just wanted to chill. But I didn’t see any way around it…until now.” Sebastian finished getting dressed in his new body. The clothes felt cheap and the materials synthetic and coarse. The shoes were ill-fitting too, but he didn’t really mind that. If he was honest, it was kind of hot.

“No problem sir, you know that I am willing to help any way I can - that’s my job after all!” Tom responded as professionally as ever. The image though was strange to see - the boss being so doting to the PA.

“We should probably play the part while we’re swapped actually. Don’t want any of the other staff to suspect anything…sir” Sebastian almost seemed kiddy. Trying to hold back a nervous excitement. Tom found it curious.

“Oh you’re right, Tom. Anyway, I need to head out now. Call my driver will you and tell him to pull up around the front.” The real Tom knew his boss’s condescending tone from hearing it every day and at all hours of the day. He knew exactly how to repeat it back. He loved even more that his boss had instructed him to play the part; it was a perfect opportunity to be a bastard to his boss in return for all the times he was a bastard to him.

Sebastian, used to never lifting a finger was about to do it himself, before he realized that he was right. He would never call the driver himself - he was too important for such a menial task. To keep up the show, he’d have to call down with Tom’s voice. He did so dutifully for his boss. And it didn’t escape Tom’s attention that his boss was sporting a boner. Was he turned on by this? “Looks like you’re enjoying this, Tom” said the original Tom, lowering his glance to his former body’s crotch area which was tenting. His former body blushed and let out a shy smile, acknowledging the fact was true.

Once at the tailor’s, Tom selected several new suits for his boss with reckless disregard for the cost. He knew that money was irrelevant and he needed to act with an air of arrogance.

Tom wondered what his boss was doing with his free time in his body. It was Sunday after all. Tom was really looking forward to some rest and catching up on sleep, and now his boss was taking that from him, while he had to continue working. As if he hadn’t worked enough the last 6 days already. He decided to change that. He picked up his cell and speeddialled “Tom”.

“Tom, it’s your boss, I need you, so get your lazy ass down here right away.” he said before hanging up right away, not waiting for a response. He grinned, thinking about how he probably made his former boss cream himself right there and then.

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felixkerrm2m · 2 days

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Rings in Rio

Marcelo’s POV:

Under the scorching sun of Rio de Janeiro, I found myself captivated by the pulsating energy of the city. My husband Valentin and I had been dreaming of this vacation for months, longing to escape Brasilia and just hang out by the beach.

As we walked along the ocean, the gentle breeze carried the scent of salt and sunscreen. I held Valentin's hand tight, savoring the warmth of his touch against my skin. I couldn't help but feel thankful to be sharing this moment with someone as amazing as him.

You see, I came out later in life – about a decade ago – when I was in my 40s. It hadn't been an easy journey. But meeting Valentin changed everything. We first crossed paths about five years ago – he was a vibrant 27-year-old then. I still remember the day we met like it was yesterday. I was attending a gallery opening, feeling out of place among the younger crowd, when our eyes met across the room.

Valentin approached me with a smile that lit up his face, his confidence and charm drawing me in immediately. We struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly, as if we had known each other for years. He was unlike anyone I had ever met – bold, unapologetically himself, and utterly captivating. And from that moment on, we were inseparable.

I'll never forget the day he proposed to me, his eyes shining with excitement as he got down on one knee against the backdrop of a rushing river.

His confidence was magnetic, a trait I wished I possessed. We exchanged vows two years ago, surrounded by friends and family who celebrated our love with us.

But despite the happiness we shared, there were moments when envy crept in. Seeing Valentin so carefree and liberated reminded me of the youth I never had, the years spent hiding my true self from the world. But even in those moments of insecurity, Valentin's love was a constant source of comfort.

As we walked along the beach, we stumbled upon a run down ring kiosk. Intrigued by the display of colorful trinkets, Valentin tugged at my hand excitedly.

"Look at how cool these are, babe," he said, his eyes lighting up. I couldn't help but chuckle at his enthusiasm.

"Ah, you have a nice eye," the shopkeeper remarked, his gaze lingering on the rings in Valentin's outstretched hand. "These ones are actually quite special – they're enchanted."

Valentin's eyes sparkled with excitement as he turned to me. "Did you hear that, Marcelo? Enchanted rings! How cool is that?"

I raised an eyebrow skeptically, exchanging a glance with Valentin. "Enchanted, huh? What kind of enchantment?" I asked.

The shopkeeper chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Well, you see, these rings have the power to grant the wearer's deepest desires," he explained, his voice low and mysterious. "They can bring love, luck, and even transformation."

Valentin's grin widened, his fingers tracing the intricate patterns etched into the surface of the rings. "That sounds incredible," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "What do you think, Marcelo? Should we get a pair?"

And as I watched him try on one of the rings, the metal glinting in the sunlight, I couldn't help but think about how hot they looked on him.

I hesitated for a moment, but as I looked into Valentin's eyes, I felt a surge of warmth wash over me. "Why not?" I said with a smile, reaching out to take his hand. "It could be fun."

After paying for the rings, the shopkeeper handed us a small book which he said explained the rings’ power.

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Later that night, back in the comfort of our hotel room, we eagerly opened the small book the shopkeeper had given us. Its weathered pages revealed ancient symbols and cryptic instructions, which seemed more like a page out of a fantasy novel than anything grounded in reality.

"It says here that if we trade the rings – which we've been wearing all day – it will swap us into the other's body," Valentin exclaimed, his eyes alight with excitement as he scanned the text.

I couldn't help but arch an eyebrow skeptically. The idea seemed far-fetched, to say the least. But the thought of slipping into Valentin's skin, of experiencing life from his perspective, was undeniably enticing.

"Wait, we should totally try this, babe," he urged, his enthusiasm infectious.

I hesitated, unsure of what to make of it all. "I don't know, Valentin," I replied, trying to downplay my own excitement. "It's probably just some silly myth."

But Valentin was undeterred. With a confident smirk, he reached for the rings, his fingers brushing against mine. As we exchanged them, a strange sensation washed over me, like a surge of electricity pulsing through my veins.

Before I could react, I felt myself being pulled, as if my very soul was being forced out of my body and into his. The world spun around me, colors swirling into a dizzying blur, until finally, everything came to a halt.

As I blinked away the disorientation, I found myself staring at my old body – now inhabited by Valentin's spirit. My heart fluttered with a mixture of excitement and trepidation, unsure of what this newfound experience would bring.

But amidst the confusion, there was something else stirring within me – a primal, raw desire that I couldn't ignore. Seeing my old body through Valentin's eyes, I couldn't help but feel a surge of attraction towards it. The familiar contours and features that I had grown accustomed to suddenly seemed incredibly alluring.

Valentin, on the other hand, wasted no time in admiring his new form. He approached the mirror with a confident stride, his movements fluid and graceful. As he stood before the mirror, I watched him subtly flex his muscles, the faint ripple of strength beneath his skin, and run his fingers along his jawline, his touch gentle yet possessive.

With a nod towards the door, he turned to me. "Well Valentin, what do you say we go hit the town?" he suggested, his eyes twinkling with anticipation.

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Valentin’s POV:

As Marcelo and I strolled along the sun-drenched beaches of Rio, his hand tightly clasped in mine, I was overcome with gratitude for the man by my side. Marcelo wasn't just my husband; he was my anchor, my sanctuary amidst life's tumultuous waves.

We first met five years ago, an encounter that forever changed my life for the better. Marcelo's presence was like a beacon of warmth and wisdom. Despite the age gap between us, he welcomed me into his heart with a kindness and understanding I had never felt before.

Marcelo often complained about his age, lamenting the passing years and the toll they took on his body. But to me, he was perfect. With his salt-and-pepper hair and chiseled features, he had a timeless charm that I found irresistible. Marcelo took impeccable care of his body, maintaining a level of fitness and vitality that men half his age would envy.

However, while Marcelo exuded a quiet strength and maturity that commanded respect, beneath the surface lay a well of insecurities and doubts. There were moments when his gaze lingered on younger men, a wistful longing flickering in his eyes. When that happened, all I wanted to do was infuse him with the confidence and self-assurance he truly deserved.

That's why when we stumbled upon the rings, I was so happy. The prospect of swapping bodies with Marcelo, even temporarily, could give him the chance to see himself like I saw him – strong, resilient, and sexy as hell.

Exchanging the rings, I couldn't suppress a thrill of excitement. Marcelo's body certainly didn't disappoint; his rugged features and well-defined muscles radiated an undeniable magnetism that was impossible to ignore. I couldn't help but admire the way my new face looked in the mirror, the sharp contours and strong jawline making even Marcelo in my body flustered.

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We made the decision to remain swapped for the duration of our vacation, and I must admit, I was thoroughly enjoying the experience.

The change in people’s perception was undeniable. While I had always been accustomed to the occasional flirtatious glance and admiring looks when I inhabited my former body – I'll admit, I was quite the catch – the response now was on a whole other level.

Hotel concierges greeted me with deference and respect, always calling me sir. And waitstaff at restaurants fell over themselves to attend to my every need, no doubt aware that I was the one who would be footing the bill.

The intimacy we shared that week was also nothing short of extraordinary. Marcelo's enthusiasm and skill in the bedroom were unmatched, and he was an expert in pleasuring his former body, leaving me breathless and craving more.

He had always been a power bottom, and even in my former body, he wanted to keep it that way. Railing my former body, I was consumed by arousal, the sensation of my cock buried deep within him sending waves of pleasure radiating through every fiber of my being.

But it wasn't just the physical pleasure that fueled my desire; it was the profound sense of control and dominance that I felt, commanding Marcelo's massive body with an authority that bordered on exhilarating.

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Two nights before our departure, with the gentle glow of moonlight casting a soft sheen over our hotel room, I found myself poring over the pages of the book once more. My fingers traced the intricate patterns etched into the pages, searching for answers, for a solution.

And then, there it was – nestled within the text like a hidden gem waiting to be discovered:

"After transformation, should one be without the rings during the climax of sexual intercourse, the transformation shall be forever sealed."

I glanced over at Marcelo, sleeping peacefully beside me, his features softened in the gentle glow of moonlight. He looked so content, so at peace in my body, unaware of the decision that weighed heavily on my mind. And yet, as I gazed upon him, a sense of clarity washed over me. I reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from his forehead, before leaning over and kissing it, saying “I love you”.

As I put the book down, a surge of determination swept through me. This was it – my chance to make our swap permanent.

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Marcelo’s POV:

Laying in bed on our last night in Rio, the cool breeze from the open windows danced across my skin, carrying with it the scent of the sea. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness at the thought of leaving this vibrant city behind. But at the same time, I couldn't deny that I had enjoyed every moment of our vacation, relishing the opportunity to experience life from Valentin's perspective.

Being in Valentin's body had been nothing short of exhilarating. I felt a newfound sense of youthfulness coursing through my veins, an energy and vitality that I hadn't experienced in years. And the sex – well, let's just say it was beyond amazing. Valentin knew exactly how to work my body, his confidence and expertise leaving me breathless and wanting more.

But amidst the excitement and the pleasure, a question that had been gnawing at the back of my mind. A few days ago, I stumbled upon a passage in the book that would seal me in this body forever. I hadn't told Valentin about it, but the temptation to make our swap permanent was undeniable. It wasn’t fair, but the thought of returning to my old body – to the limitations and insecurities that came with it – filled me with dread.

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Fiddling with the ring between my fingers, I carefully placed it in the bedside drawer. Just then, the bathroom door swung open, and Valentin emerged, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting a warm halo around him. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he padded towards the bed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Hey there, handsome," he purred, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. As he slipped under the covers beside me, I couldn't help but marvel at the effortless charm and confidence that radiated from him. I smiled in response, my heart fluttering at the sight of him.

Pressing me down onto the bed and entwining his fingers with mine, Valentin’s strength and dominance overwhelmed me. With each thrust, I lost myself in the raw intensity of our connection. But amidst the haze of pleasure, a realization dawned upon me – Valentin wasn't wearing his ring either.

The revelation sent a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. Could it be possible he wanted this too? Valentin's lips found their way to my neck, planting tender kisses along my skin. "I love this body so much," he murmured against my skin, his breath warm against my neck. "I don't think I can ever go back."

My heart swelled with a mixture of love and desire, knowing that he cherished my body as much as I cherished his. Smiling softly, I ran my bare hands down his back. "I took off the ring too, babe," I whispered. "I want your body now and forever."

A playful smirk tugged at the corners of his lips as he met my gaze, a mischievous glint dancing in his eyes. Without a word, he quickened the pace, driving us both to the brink of ecstasy once more.

As the intensity of our passion peaked, I surrendered myself fully to the moment, losing myself in the raw, unbridled pleasure. With a primal roar, he released his load into me, our souls locking in our new bodies.

Basking in the afterglow, I felt a profound sense of fulfillment wash over me. With Valentin's strong hand tracing lazy patterns across my bare chest, I couldn't help but smile, knowing that this, right here, was all I could have ever asked for.

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felixkerrm2m · 6 days

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Just Feels Right

Cameron always had a bit of a daddy fetish, but the more he explored it, the more confused he became. At first he met up with other guys, but the reality wasn't what he had fantasized. Then he tried to style himself as the daddy but it kind just felt awkward and forced.

After several months of hopeless searching, he turned to Daddyhunt to see if he could find someone else in the similar situation. There he met Derek who was an older guy, but loved to be treated like a boy by younger guys. They gradually got to know each other and wrote to each other everyday. Eventually, they decided to take things to the next level and agreed to meet.

Their first meeting was a cold and stilted occasion. They'd spent too long talking online and they had completely different impressions of each other that clashed with the reality. They had a great connection, but both felt an awkward dynamic. Derek felt large and cumbersome in comparison to his daddy, and Cameron cared too much about what others thought and how they would misidentify their roles in the relationship. People thinking he was the boy was somehow humilating for him.

The relationship cooled after their first meeting. Perhaps they both just had the wrong impression - it was a fantasy after all. Desperate, Derek researched potential solutions and on a whim, ordered a swap potion. They agreed to meet at Derek's house for a second date and debated the potions long and hard before deciding to give it a try.

Almost instantly, both started feeling nauseous and feverish. That feeling would continue for the rest of the day as their bodies changed. Cameron grew taller, heavier, hairier and his skin lost some elasiticity and gray fleck appeared in his hair and beard. Derek became more slender, thinner, rejuvenated. With both being more or less incapacitated from the changes, they feel asleep in the early evening.

At around 6am Cameron woke up, unable to sleep any longer. His fever has subsided and he stood up to go pee. At the point, he looked down and saw the changes. The floor was much further away and his body covered in dark hair. He walked to the bathroom to pee from his bigger, uncut cock.

He explored his body and fell in love with his new self. He loved the dusting of hair on his torso, but it looked like Derek definitely trimmed it. He was already looking forward to growing out his body hair everywhere. No more shaving for him. Even though it seemed Derek shaved his back hair, for example, Cameron wanted to let himself go, and who knows, maybe even expanding that belly.

He couldn't remember the last time he was voluntarily awake at 6am, but he just wasn't tired anymore. That being said, a feeling of legarthy meant he didn't feel fully awake and found Derek's coffee machine. He wasn't a coffee drinker ordinarily, but thought it might be something Derek would do and fitted to his new daddy self. He slipped a coffee and felt hiy body perking up and more at ease as waited for Derek to stir.

Thinking it through, he soon realized it could take a while since he was never an early riser, so after he finished his coffee, he woke Derek with a kiss.

Derek was feeling sleepy in a way he hadn't experienced in a long time, but welcomed the good morning kiss. The mixture of coffee breath and the beard scratching against his cheeks made him feel warm inside. "Good morning, sleepyhead" said Cameron, the first time hearing the deep powerful voice from his mouth.

The two both felt increasingly at ease in their new bodies, but Cameron had one thing on his mind. His boner would not subside and he needed release. From a cuddling position on the bed, he gently but firmly pushed Derek's heard down to his crotch and Derek got to work. Cameron's deep moans turned them both on. Then, Cameron flipped Derek's smaller body over and began to eat him out. He loved the feeling of his beard scratching against his bare ass cheeks. Before long, his girthy cock was inside his former body and couldn't contain himself as he soon came inside. He definitely had a stronger libido now and probably needed release at least once or twice a day.

Somehow that ejaculation inside Derek cemented something inside them and they both knew that this was here to stay. Derek jerked himself to a finish while carressing Cameron's furry chest.

As they cuddled afterwards, Cameron also told Derek that he needed to shave everything from the ears down today. He felt slightly hypocritical since he had that body until yesterday, so it was his fault. But he wanted Derek to have his body perfect for him. When eating him out, there was some light stubble around his ass that spoiled the experience. He wanted his boy perfectly shaven at all times. Only Daddy should be hairy. Derek replied with "Yes, Daddy" and giggled.

Cameron groomed Derek to be the perfect twink for him. He worked out hard, they threw out all his suits and bought a more appropriate, younger wardrobe. At the same time, Cameron bought himself some tailored suits, shirts, pants and shoes. He wore a shirt most days and generally loved the aura of an older man. Cameron settled into the life of having his boy on hand to take care of him and his cock whenever needed. When he came home, he'd sit in his chair and wait for Derek to come and take off his dress shoes while he sipped a whisky, before fucking or getting sucked. Such was their daily routine. He'd put on a few pounds from the drinking and all the red meat he'd been eating. His doctor told him to cut down and take care of his cholesterol at his age and he got a massive boner right there and then.

Derek meanwhile loved being 20 years younger again. Passers by immediately saw that he was a boy with a daddy fetish and that turned him on so bad. He blossomed and lived care-free with keeping his daddy his only concern. Cameron required him to send him updates multiple times a day and gave him tasks to do, like ordering him to walk around shirtless and show everyone what a twink he was.

Things finally felt right for both of them. For Cameron, it now made sense why things never felt quite right. Now, he felt no attraction whatsoever to other daddys. Lately he'd started wondering if Derek needed a brother too. He went back on the app, this time setting up his profile as a daddy in his 40s and turned himself on with his own arrogance as he wrote up his profile:

"Experienced suited daddy seeking additional boy. I have plenty of sperm to go around. Be cute, lean, shaven, obedient. Boys over 23 need not apply."

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felixkerrm2m · 7 days

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Like Father Like Son Pt.2

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

It's been three years since that bizarre twist of fate turned my life upside down, or should I say, right side up. Looking back now, I can't help but smirk at the irony of it all. I won't tell my dad (yeah, I definitely think of him as my dad now), but the truth is, the body swap wasn't entirely an accident.

I just wanted to give him a taste of my carefree lifestyle, show him that growing up and being mature isn’t all it's cracked up to be. So, I went online and found a way for us to swap.

I never meant for it to be permanent. I mean, who would want to stay in someone else's body forever? But the moment I found myself in his shoes, staring at the world through his eyes, I knew I had hit the jackpot. His body, his life—it all felt like a perfect fit.

It had only been a day, but I didn’t want to ever leave. What was I gonna do now? I couldn't imagine going back to my old life, to the mundane routine and endless expectations. No, this was where I belonged. But how could I make it permanent without causing even more chaos?

Surprisingly, my dad seemed content in my old body, reveling in the responsibility of it all. He didn't seem eager to find a way to swap back, and I couldn't help but gloat inwardly. It was almost too easy—I had traded up in every possible way.

Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a surge of excitement coursed through me. The chiseled jawline, the toned, youthful physique, the effortless charm—it was like I had been upgraded to the deluxe model. And as much as I tried to suppress it, I couldn't help but revel in the undeniable satisfaction of it all.

So when my dad brought up the idea of making the swap permanent, I didn't hesitate. "Hell yeah, Dad," I replied with a smirk, savoring the taste of victory.

We hashed out the details over dinner, but in my mind, it was already a done deal. And just like that, the deal was sealed. Sure, there are moments when I feel a twinge of guilt for keeping my dad's body, but then I remembered how much better I look in it, and the guilt just turned to horniness. After all, who wouldn’t want to be me.

Shortly thereafter, I signed a modeling contract – of course, who wouldn’t wanna see a body like this? Every photoshoot, every runway strut, only served to reinforce my belief that I had made the right choice.

My dad was so excited for me and gave me his sports car as a present for that and my birthday. He told me to be careful with it like the responsible guy he is. I promised him I would be, but I speed down the highway blasting music. After all, a hot young jock like me has to do that! … But I'll let him think he's having a good influence on me.

Through my modeling gig, I met my boyfriend James. He embodied everything I found irresistible: tall, dark, and undeniably handsome. What intrigued me even more was that he had no clue this body wasn't originally mine. That really turned me on.

Even though I'm used to living this life by now and fully think of myself as Nathan, I still get a thrill every time he calls me by my name. Just last week, we were having a night of passionate sex. As he pressed me down onto the bed in missionary, he thrust back and forth in slow. deep strokes.

Rubbing his right thumb in circles around my left nipple, he leaned down to kiss me. I looked up at him in awe. Smirking back had me he said in a husky voice, “I love you Nathan.”

Before I knew it, I was shooting my load across his thick, muscular chest.

Mixed in with the pleasure, I had to laugh to myself. In a way, I got what I wanted. Nathan (or at least his body) definitely is living his youth now.

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felixkerrm2m · 8 days

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Life insurance

‘’Hurry up Stacey my son can be ready any minute! He can’t see me like this. And I still have to get used to this voice.’’

‘’Oh calm down Richard your son isn’t the fastest … with anything if I recall correctly. That why we told him he could travel the world at our expense so he wouldn’t be a burden on our lives anymore.’’

‘’I know but do you think he would still go if he finds out his father paid some shady company a lot of money to make him an exact genetic copy of his son.’’

‘’How did you even get the DNA for the procedure, Stacey?’’

‘’Easy your son’s bedroom is a dump so it wasn’t difficult to find a sock with some DNA.’’

‘’Ugh, that’s gross Stacey!’’

‘’It’s kind of ironic when you think about it, he was made by your sperm and now you’re remade by his. Now hide, I hear him walking down the stairs.’‘

‘’Yo Stacey do have my stuff packed?’’

‘’Yes, Brad I have everything here.‘’

‘’Is dad home?’’

‘’No, your father sadly couldn’t make it because of work. But I had to wish you a good journey.’’

‘’Alright, then I’m heading to the airport, Stacey. I will call dad when I’m landing. See ya later Stacey!’’

‘’Bye Bye!’’

‘‘You can come out now he’s gone.’‘

‘’Good, now how do I look?’’

‘’Just like Brad darling, but mature. Now it’s time you do your part of the plan.’’

‘’I will. I got my death certificate of the old me, which releases the millions of dollars from the life insurance policy. I arranged for Brad to inherit the company, bank accounts, and everything around it upon my death. Changed all of our phone numbers. And I will have Brad’s /my passport be invalidated and request a new one. So that spoiled boy can’t come back to ruin everything.’’

‘’I’m so excited for our new life! Good luck Richard… I mean ‘’Bradford’’.’’

“Bradford huh, well it’s going to take some time to get used to that.”

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felixkerrm2m · 9 days

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Very PT

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He had always been polite, friendly even, but never enthusiastic about having me as a client. It was very obvious that it was all a professional arrangement he had been assigned by the gym. I showed up once a week, and he pointed out all the ways I had failed to keep up with my diet, my exercise schedule, and that I was still not doing the movements correctly. But it was what I paid him to do. My weekly session with my personal trainer at least forced me into the gym once a week. Often more than that, as his gentle disapproval of my almost total lack of meaningful progress made me feel guilty. It wasn’t like I was terribly out of shape, but my job always took priority. It was what afforded me to come here and not take exercising seriously. That’s probably what he disapproved of the most. That fitness was just a hobby to me.

But today was different. His energy levels were through the roof when he met me in the gym lobby, chatting about nothing, and acting jittery like he was on drugs. “Let’s run some miles. Hard!” he said as we walked through the gym. I was about to protest, saying “I already know how to run”, but decided against it. I could complain after I’d seen all that he had planned for the session. To my surprise he stepped onto the treadmill next to mine “Race you a mile”, and started without warning. I might not be disciplined with my exercise, but I am competitive, and pushed my start button as well and tried to up the speed faster than he did.

This was crazy fast. He was going all out, it looked like. Despite that he kept giving me these odd glances. I know it is his job to check on me, but this was different, somehow. “You can do faster! Come on! I believe in you!” It was so far from his usual curt “good job”, but It felt like it did a difference. So this was how good he could be at coaching. He still finished ahead of me, shortly after 4 minutes, but I wasn’t far behind. I was instantly exhausted from that unexpected cardio.

He didn’t leave any time to catch my breath, but just patted my shoulder and said “follow me”. He walked towards one of the private rooms. I know most of them are for things like massage or private yoga. This one I hadn’t seen before, and it was like a mini gym within the gym. Some sort of VIP gym, I assumed, with a nice view. He threw a towel on the inclined bench and told me to take a seat. While I did that, still panting deeply from the run, he fetched two light weights from the rack and handed them to me.

“Start doing incline dumbbell triceps extensions.” I had to dig a bit in my memory to remember what that was. I held the weights straight up behind my head and slowly lowered them. “Like this?” He nodded “Yes, keep doing it.”

It felt like the weights were way too light, but perhaps this was some sort of endurance test. Sooner or later they would start to feel heavy, no matter how light. What was that look he kept giving me? It was like he wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing, but rather was looking at me. “How many?” He took a step forward, standing just next to me, almost looking straight down in my face. “Just continue like that.”

Then he stepped over me, one foot on each side, straddling my hips. Only I was too big and seated too high for him to not make contact, almost sitting in my lap. I know that some spotting positions are a bit intimate, but there was no reason here. I could probably drop any of the weights on me and not hurt myself in any way. Perhaps he was about to mix up the exercise, creating a counterbalance or something. But his look was something different. He looked nothing like the dispassionate, professional PT I’ve had for months. Instead he looked at me as a ribeye steak he wanted to devour.

He scooted up into my lap. I could feel his junk touching mine. He slowly lowered himself towards me, keeping eye contact all the way. Shit, he was going to make out with me. I was almost certain of that. He was young, handsome, cute even, clearly fit. If you were into guys you could find far worse to make out with, I guess, but I’m not into guys. I’ve never kissed a guy, or even had one in my lap before that I can think of. However there is no girl waiting at home. I’m still waiting to find a good time for the second date with Sarah, but that isn’t exactly a commitment. I should be free to do as I please. Would this please? I didn’t have to do anything, and it would just happen.

Try everything once, I thought as his lips connected with mine. His tongue found his way into my mouth in a way I had never experienced before. I kept moving the weights up and down, up and down. It was like he was able to lick anywhere in my mouth, and really far back. Weights up. Weights down. It’s like the tongue was going down my throat, but I didn’t feel any discomfort. If it was really happening there would be a gag reflex, wouldn’t there? Up and down. I was feeling light-headed. My vision was blurry and darkened by his face just in front of mine, and I could see nothing more than his closed eyes out of focus.

Just as I thought I was about to black out I heard the tumble of weights dropped on the floor. My eyes darted to the empty hands and then back down to my face. It looked like I was asleep, eyes closed. I lost grip of the bench, glid off the body, and planted one foot on the floor. The other one was still flung over the thigh of the body. My body. It slowly lowered its arms and opened its eyes. It looked at me and said, with my voice “You’re ok there, buddy?”

I looked at my hands. Black gloves and strong, veiny arms. I could see the sides of a strong, well-toned body sticking out from a side-less T-shirt. This wasn’t me. This was him and he was me.

“That one wasn’t good. Started to itch almost immediately. This is so much better.” the body said. “What did… How…” I felt like a slug doing multivariable algebra. “Don’t worry about it. Stick to what you are good at.” He shook off my leg from his body and stood up. His body?! “What…” This must be dream or something. I felt so confused. “What you’re good at? Judging from your apartment, dildos and dumbbells.” He started to leave the room. “It’s at Scenic drive 580. Nice place. Lots of fiber bars.”

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Your last like is your new body. Who's winning?

Dumb muscle himbo for me it seems!

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The Right Groom

I've been helping my best friend plan his wedding for the last few months. The theme was 'Anyone But You', and at first glance it seemed to be an easy theme, with our powers and all, but the wedding is a month away and we still can't decide the body.

He accepts my call, and a stranger answers.

"Hey, man, what's up?" he says, the voice uncharacteristically chipper for a voice that deep. I immediately recognized that as Nathan, my best friend.

He spins and fixes his bowtie, the man grinning. "What do you think?" He gives the man's bulge a stroke.

"I don't know," I say. "He's cute, but I'm not sure he's groom material, you know what I mean?"

He sighs, "Yeah, I guess. I really don't know what to do! Steven already chose a body—before you ask, he won't tell me—and he smirked real hard, so I knew he chose someone good."

"Hey, hey, don't worry." Nathan, still in the stranger's body, was looking at me with brows furrowed and eyes shining. "You spot any more possible choices?"

He perks up a bit. "I actually do." He moves out of frame for a second. Even as his best friend, he still won't let me know the way he transforms. Geeze.

The phone moves rapidly for a moment until we reach his bathroom. Nathan has transformed into another stranger. He tries to smile, but only sighs in frustration. "What do you think?"

He flexes his arms and twirls the man's mustache. "I can see it. He's handsome. It's still up to you," I say.

"Come on," he whines, and it's amusing seeing this mature body acting like that. "My mind's been blank for months. I need help."

"Okay. Don't Steven like hairy guys? Maybe you can find someone like that?"

"Wait! Check this out." He starts taking off the suit, revealing the body's furry chest and belly. The body's cock is long, and Steven doesn't shy away from stroking it.

With one hand on the phone, he strokes his chest, closing his eyes and enjoying the warmth of the body. He moans, the body's voice smooth. I grin at him, my hand reaching down to massage my bulge.

"Oh god," he moans, pinching his nipples. "I think I want to fuck him in this body. Or maybe he fucks me."

He lets his mouth hang open, staring at his reflection in appreciation. "Jesus Christ. I wonder who he is in real life."

"I can call you back," I say with a grin.

He smiles sheepishly, the body's pearly white teeth on full display. "Right. Sorry. So this one's definitely in the runner up, right?"

I nod. "Looks pretty good to me. His voice is hot too. You got another body?"

"Yes! Glad you reminded me. I saw this man in the mall a few days ago. I couldn't resist."

He sends me a photo of a bearded man taking a photograph in what seemed to be a bathroom.

"I didn't get to stay for too long," he continues, but the man's hairy, and he got a pretty thick dick. I'd love to ram that dick down Steven's throat." Nathan, still in the hairy man's body, sticks out his tongue and bobs his head up and down.

I laugh. "Maybe that could be your honeymoon body?"

He grins. "Just look at this thing! Even just looking at it makes me want to fuck somebody with it. There were too many people in the mall, but I did pee using that thing. Could barely hold it with his hands."

He sends me a dick pick, and sure enough, it's a monstrous 10-incher, as thick as a beer can.

"Goddamn," I say, breathless. I had a pretty modest cock, but even though I've spent my time in countless dudes with giant cocks, it always made me wonder how they're able to keep to keep that monster hidden.

He stared at the phone for a few more seconds, uncaring, as the hairy man's mouth started drooling. A faint thought of wanting to catch that saliva passes through my mind. He shakes out of his reverie and says, "Wait a minute. Have you found your body? The best man needs to have the best body too!"

"I'm glad you asked."

I have it easier than most people, and I can transform into anyone using only a photograph. Some people need body touch, possession, vials, spells or some other tactic, but I only need a photograph and I can transform into that person instantly. Or at least the person they were when the image was taken.

I move off-screen (mostly because I'm mildly annoyed at Nathan still keeping his tactic a secret) and glance at the photo on my table. The change is instantaneous, and I immediately feel lighter. My head rang for a moment, a drawback for a transformation as quick as that, but years of practice left me fully able to lessen that migraine.

I smile at him in this new body and say, "I saw him online, and I just couldn't resist."

Nathan rolls his eyes with a smile. "Lucky."

I take the time to explore the body once again, enjoying the strange sensations all over my body. One thing people don't mention enough when changing bodies is how literally every single thing changes: your senses, your visions, even the way you perceive things. This body, for example, has excellent health, but slightly blurry eyesight.

I open my shirt, reaching for his pec. His warm skin sends a ripple down my body, and I'm acutely aware of the growing bulge in this body. My other hand has reached his pants, massaging them, through the fabric making me moan harder.

Nathan doesn't say anything, continuing to change bodies as I explore every single inch of this body.

"Hmmm…" I whisper. Even his voice sends tingles down my spine. I massage his big thighs, the fabric of the pants feeling oddly satisfying against his skin. The thought of the real body seeing himself doing this sends a thrill. Sometimes I daydream about pretending to run into him with his own body, trying to seduce him using his own voice. I imagine using his hands to slowly massage his body, kissing the original man's lips using his own. I've already released his cock, stroking it in all its glory. It's veiny, pre-cum making it all shiny. I stroke the guy's cock faster, blood rushing in and making his dick even harder. It pulsates, my knees losing strength as I think of sucking the man's cock using his own mouth. I grip the side of the table as I gasp, closing my eyes as cum shoots up and onto my clothes and on my face.

"Finally got that out of your system?"

I'm still closing my eyes, breathing up and down, relishing the feeling of hot cum on my face. When I open my eyes, I gasp at Nathan.

"I think I found the one."

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My little brother wants to know what it’s like being older, he wants to experience life inside of my fathers body as well as our next door jock neighbor. I was wondering if you could help him out with that?

Be careful what you ask for! Your brother has a reputation for being an irresponsible troublemaker. Who knows what he'd get up to if he had those bodies at his disposal...

"Holy crap!" your brother shouts, seeing his body in the mirror. His jaw hangs open as he runs his fingers through unfamiliarly thick hair, "I'm him...I'm the hot neighbor!"

For as long as you can remember, your younger sibling has lusted after the guy next door. Charlie would spend most of his time peaking out of the window and into Diego's garage, giving him a front row seat to every one of the hot neighbor's workouts.

You always called Charlie a creep for staring at the neighbor, but you secretly understood why he did it. Diego was built like a god. His body was so lean that every vein was visible even from across the street! And now that body is standing in your brother's bedroom, eyes wide with so much disbelief it was comical.

"I'm Diego," Diego gasps softly, a tear of joy coming to his eye, "I don't know how. I was just thinking about him and then..."

"Charlie?"

Diego's head darts away from the mirror and stares at you with glee, "Yeah, it's me idiot! You think Diego would ever be shirtless in our house?"

Your brother turns his gaze back to his new body, licking his lips as he examines the thick round pecs hanging off his new chest. You watch as Charlie raises Diego's heavy arm and gives his muscle-tits a few squeezes. The real Diego would never grope his own body like that. In fact, the real Diego would probably kill Charlie for doing that with his body.

"I think you should give our hot neighbor some appreciation," Charlie purrs, flexing Diego's arms overhead, "I know you like his body just as much as I do big bro."

Your brother is right. Charlie might pull out the binoculars to watch the hot neighbor lift, but you aren't much better. Just last night you were wanking off to the memory of Diego giving you a casual wave as you got home.

"Charlie, this is insane," you try to stay calm, "We need to figure out what's going on."

"What's going on?" your brother uses Diego's sharp voice against you, "What's going on is I have the neighbor's hot body now, and you aren't appreciating it!"

"Please..." you ask your little brother to calm down, but it doesn't do any good. He's only getting more and more assertive with his new body, and it's messing with your head. You have to remind yourself that this is actually your dork of a younger brother and not the incredibly intimidating boy next door.

"Shut up," Charlie snaps, giving you a shove that throws you against the wall.

"Charlie!" you groan, "Don't push me ar-"

"Call me Diego."

Your younger brother swaggers over and sneers down at you. In Diego's body, you have to look up to meet his face, and he seems fed up. Already, he's got a muscled arm pinned against the wall over your shoulder, and already, you feel trapped under him.

"Char-"

"DIEGO!" he barks, slamming his other arm against the wall.

"Diego," your voice shakes, "Aren't you even just a little bit worried about the real Diego?"

"Oh, kiss my ass!" he snorts, "I just liked his body, and now it's right here for me to enjoy."

"But..."

"I told you to kiss my ass, big bro," Diego's intense glare tells you he's not joking.

Your legs feel weak. Somehow your little brother has gone from a loveable rascal to domineering bully! All it took was giving him Diego's shredded body and he's bossing your around like you're his bitch.

He doesn't wait for an answer. Charlie takes Diego's strong arms and pushes you to the floor. Before you know it, he's turned around, and you are face to face with your neighbor's tight bubble butt. You don't want to just give in to your baby bro, but Diego's assertiveness is impossible to ignore. Your face is drawn to that ass, and you lose yourself as you kiss the sculpted glutes beneath the mesh shorts.

"That's more like it," Charlie smirks, "Now that I'm inside Diego, I want some ass kissing from you everyday."

You don't respond. Your lost in the pleasure of the hot neighbor's body, his ass pinning your head against the wall. Maybe that wouldn't be such a bad life, after all...

A sudden vibration jolts you out of it. The walls shake as the door to the garage is raised with a buzzing motor. Dad is home!

"Shit," Charlie says with Diego's mouth.

"I'm telling dad what's going on!" you cry, rising to your feet.

"What! No, I was just kidding about the ass stuff," Charlie panics, "Dad won't understand!"

"I don't care!" you shout and stomp out of the room. Your ego is slightly bruised by how quickly you folded for Charlie. It doesn't matter that he's wearing the bulky neighbor like a costume. He's your younger brother, and you just kissed his ass, literally!

Maybe your father can make sense of all this Freak Friday nonsense! He always has a calm decisive answer to everything.

"Hehe, beat you to him, bro!"

Your jaw drops when you see your father in the living room. The man just got home, but he's already waiting for you with his shirt ripped off. His entire beer gut is hanging out in the open, and he's shaking his torso around like he's trying to show it off.

You can't help but recoil from the sight. Your father hates taking his shirt off. The man wears shirts in the pool to keep people from seeing him like this! Yet, now here he is, without a self-conscious bone in his body.

"Dad, what are you-"

"Ooh I like it when you call me dad," his voice lowers, like he's trying to be playful.

"Wait, Charlie?" you gasp.

Your father throws his hands on his hips and smiles at you. He's the kind of guy who's only ever smiled when you scored in a sport or won a game. You can't help but feel like you've earned his approval when you see that grin. It really sucks that this isn't actually your dad.

"How did you even..?"

"I don't know, bro! I just really didn't want you to tell dad, and then I blinked, and then I was here: inside him!"

"Well get out!" you say firmly. Charlie wearing the neighbor's body was one thing, but this doesn't feel right. He shouldn't be playing around with your father like this.

"What, no!" he snorts, "Dad's even more fun to be. I feel so fat and hairy!"

"Dad's not that fat or hairy," you retort sternly.

"Oh come on," your father's voice purrs, "Look at the flab on this guy!" Charlie grabs the bloated stomach with Dad's arms and gives it a playful shake. Your real dad would be mortified if he saw how his body was acting!

"Charlie, don't do that to him."

"Shut up! I feel so big and manly in his body," he explains, "And he's still sore and sweaty from work too!"

You watch in disgust as your father raises his arm and takes a long whiff from his armpit. The real man would normally jump in the shower the second he got back from his day at the construction yard, but Charlie obviously enjoyed Dad's smell of hard work.

"I think I've had a long day of work, son," Charlie suddenly announces, lowering his voice in a cheap attempt at dad's typical monotone, "Grab your old man a beer."

"No," you pout, rolling your eyes.

"No?"

Suddenly your father pounces on you, locking you into a tight headlock with his meaty arms. You try to slip out. His bare skin is slick with sweat, but your little brother holds you there with an unyielding grip, laughing with dad's deep voice.

An hour later and you're washing dad's truck. Charlie released you from the headlock, but only after he'd told you how excited he was to manhandle you again. Apparently, he couldn't wait to use dad's body to keep you in your place.

You grabbed him his beer and massaged his shoulders like he told you, but you didn't do it happily. Your own father was now bullying you around because your stupid little brother somehow managed to hop in his body. He wants you to go upstairs and clean his bedroom next. It's getting late, but you don't want to make Charlie angry, especially now that he's put a few beers in dad's belly. Who knows what your power-drunk little brother will do when he's inebriated!

You just have to accept it. Charlie has your dad's body and you have to do what he says. This is your life now...

These amazing images were generated by @bodyhopper-files

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"LOL I won! Kneel, loser! Remember, no tap out unless the victor said so!" he said with excitement as he slid his compression pants off to reveal a growing erect snake, ready to impale my throat. He's too dumb to realize that this is the plan all along, letting him keep scoring so he gets bigger and dumber with more points he scored. Now look at him, no more the snoozefest and scrawny 115 lbs nerd I have to tolerate as roommate. He's now physically on par with me and we clearly have the same interest in health and fitness, partying and having the absolute fun using our bodies. Plus, a bet is a bet, and respectable men always follow through with their bets and promises. This is just pure friendly banter between two best friends, no homo.

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“We good here?”

The model’s question caught him off guard as Raul looked up from from his camera, adjusting the frame and focus for his next shot while his assistant, Damien, moved onto the set to adjust the light and prop placements. The deep bass background music played throughout the apartment in the awkward silence.

The fuck does he mean, are we done?? We’ve hardly started! Raul thought with an annoyed scratch at the back of his head. The model had been a terrible subject to begin with, giving poses and taking heavy sighs at each direction Raul tried to give him, and essentially treated the shoot as though it was something he was bored doing. His payment was way more than modest and the shoot wasn’t supposed to take more than an hour, but he looked like he was ready to leave just 20 minutes in.

Raul cleared his throat, “Uhh, actually we still need a couple more shots. The client is looking for a pretty varied spread to choose from. So if we could j—..”

“Come on, man, you’re really gonna make me do this for another 40 minutes? I’m sure what you got is fine.”

Raul breathed in heavily, “Look, it’ll just take a bit more, the contract said that it wouldn’t be—..”

“Well, you can take it up with my agent, man, I got places I gotta be,” the model started stepping off the set, turning his back to Raul to start packing his things.

Raul turned his eyes towards Damien, lifting his palms up in a disbelieving gesture and shaking his head. Damien just rolled his eyes and shrugged with a dejected smirk. They’ve dealt with these kinds of divas numerous times before. Almost too many to count, actually.

But money had been tight at the studio since the pandemic hit, and even all these years later it still hadn’t recovered. they couldn’t afford to keep getting these types of dismissive twats leave shoots before they were supposed to. Clients were always very specific about what they wanted and could cut pay if they weren’t satisfied.

But Raul and Damien had their own means of dealing with these kinds of rude bastards. As they exchanged wordless looks expressing their annoyance and frustration, Damien’s eyes began to slowly drift towards the model off set, gathering his belongings. His dejected look changed to one of curiosity as he bit his lip. He looked towards Raul and narrowed his eyes with a cheeky grin.

‘Should I?’ Damien mouthed silently towards Raul.

A sly grin spread across Raul’s face as he considered Damien’s proposal. He looked back at the model—turned away from them as he texted to his agent or slam piece or gym family or whatever—and back at Damien, biting his lip mischievously and nodding.

Damien smiled wider and stretched. He took off his tank top and tossed it aside, his toned hairy torso now bare. His fingers hooked under his waistband, and his basketball shorts and boxers drop silently to the floor as he kicked them over on top of his tank top. Now naked and hardening quickly, he arched his back in a stretch, rolled his neck, and rubbed his palms together as he stepped towards Raul. He leaned in for a quick kiss with his partner as he took the bottle body oil next to Raul that the model had used and squirted a massive helping into his hand, slathering it over his chest, arms, and face. Quickly, he moved towards the model gathering his things, ducking down lower as he approached.

“When you get to it, make sure my payment goes t—UUUHHHNNGGG!!” The model was interrupted in the middle of his sentence as Damien, in one fluid motion, pulled the model’s speedo down and plunged his face between his globular asscheeks. The model groaning and grunting in mindless pain and confusion, gripping the sides of the table where his things were sitting, as Damien popped his oily face and head into model’s tight hole, sending a loud squelching *SCHLORP* echoing through the apartment.

Damien’s slick body then began to suck up into the model’s hole, his muscular tan form thinning and contorting as he slithered deeper and deeper into the model’s guts, the entire process emitting a familiar meaty, slimy, slurping sound Raul knew and loved so well. Raul licked his lips, pawing his swelling package, as he watched the model’s sculpted ass distend slightly as his tight hole widen more and more as it hungrily slurped Damien inside him, his tattooed, lubricated form and limbs compressing in on themselves as he plunged deeper. Raul couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of the model—he knew full well how ecstatic and orgasmic it felt to have Damien slither up inside him… and what came next.

Just as Damien’s ass and throbbing rod sank into the model’s guts, his thighs and legs shot up into the hole at a much faster speed, whipping into the model’s hole noisily. Raul had shoved his hands into his shorts and was stroking eagerly as the Damien's feet slurped inside while the model groaned and contorted, arching his neck and back and standing on the tips of his toes, cringing at the pain and pleasure racking through his body.

Damien was gleefully readjusting his out-of-proportion frame within the squeezing, slimy, meaty confines of the model’s body, feeling different parts of the model’s sides, abs, and back twitch, flex, and contort, as his body tried to adjust to its invader. He could hear the muffled sounds of Raul’s horny, drunken laughter from the outside, thinking he for sure must have been making the model appear to have a substantially pregnant beer gut as Damien’s body centralized in his torso. After using a stretched out hand to brush his lubricated, wet hair out of his face, Damien went to work shoving his limbs into the model’s extremities.

Damien loudly moaned from within the body as he felt his arms and legs come to new life with increased strength and size while his limbs shoved through slick meat like a tight sleeve into the model’s beefy appendages. He smirked, feeling cocky and horny as he felt his arms burst into massive cannons and his heart fluttered as he felt the rest of him come to life. Damien arched in exhilarated bliss as he felt his chest, torso, and back first compress under the weight of the model’s squeezing body and then surge outward in new sensations of power and mass as Damien’s senses merged with the model’s, enticing him to give his big chest a flex to feel it bounce with new weight.

Raul nearly blew his load from an observer’s perspective. The model’s head was lolled backwards and his eyes rolled back while his body underwent what looked to be an instant pump, his muscles standing out more prominently under his skin, bit by bit, as his boyfriend filled him up like a balloon. Raul gasped as he stroked himself, watching Damien fill up the model’s lower half, making his already impressive thighs and glutes swell larger still. The thong he was wearing for the shoot looked somehow more risqué than earlier, hugging the model’s sweaty skin more tightly and accentuating his now-larger parts. The model was no longer the shredded twunk he was when he came into the apartment, but a swaggering thicc muscle stud with his and Damien’s combined mass.

Finally, Raul could see a sizable lump appear from near the model’s collarbone, stretching the model’s gold chain to its limit, as Damien began to shove his own head upwards into the model’s. He began to elicit deeper, gurgling groans as Damien wiggled and stretched his head up into the neck. Raul felt himself nearing completion as the model’s head suddenly jolted upwards with a dull crack, the lump in the model’s throat now gone. It wasn’t until Raul heard Damien utter his first satisfied groan in the model’s low voice that he blew his pent up load all over the floor in front of him.

Damien rolled his head around in his new body, stretched his shoulders and panted a few more breaths. He touched the foreign curves and angles in his face for a moment, turned on by his own handsome, sharp, smooth face. He felt sweat dripping off him from his exertion and huffed a big whiff of the new musk he emitted. Not bad!

“Alright!” He rubbed his hands off his face and down his pillowy chest.

“Let’s take some pictures.”

Damien turned to see that Raul had blown a sizable load all over the floor, some even on the set, and giggled as Raul chuckled, panting, coaxing the last of his load out of his shaft, letting it dribble down his fingers and onto the puddle below.

“Already?! Come on, man,” Damien chastised playfully.

“Sorry, babe, I just love the way you filled him out, dude. Fuck!”

“Oh? Y’like?” Damien teased walking towards him, saucily lolling his tongue out while he flexing his arms hard and tensing his pec muscles several times. He was being corny like always, but Raul was kicked into 5th gear again, instantly ready to blow another load.

“Yeah, dude, I fuckin’ do,” Raul took the liberty of feeling up Damien’s slick muscle gut, running his hands over his protruding abs. Damien could see how into this his boyfriend was and decided to move things forward a bit.

He grabbed Raul’s hand and shoved it into his thong, feeling his new hardening 7 incher steel against his boyfriend’s palm. He humped and gyrated his mammoth cock against Raul’s hand and asked, “What about the shoot?”

“Shoot can wait,” Raul moaned as he gripped onto Damien’s slick dick and stroked, lifting up Damien’s huge arm with his other hand and burying his face into Damien’s sweaty pits, licking and lapping at the moist surface while inhaling deeply.

Damien lifted up his other arm for Raul to let his boyfriend worship his other pit, bouncing his pecs a bit as Raul slathered his greedy face across his sweaty jugs on his way to the next pit. Damien grinned as he felt Raul continue to lovingly work his shaft. He was looking forward to a hedonistic, indulgent weekend with his boyfriend—he just hoped they eventually remember to finish the shoot.

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Seth looked in the mirror, seeing his fathers body, and smirked. The eighteen year-old had finally come to terms with his sexuality after going to college on a full ride for baseball. All his teammates bodies’ were amazing and he long to make them squirm under him. Unbeknownst to him, his father was a tired mid forties country man that was widowered years ago and raised Seth on his own since he could remember. Randy loved Seth but couldn’t accept his sexuality. Soon randy understood his mistake as a new college friend of Seth’s was an international student that learned magic from their home and ancestors. A spell was cast and Seth ended up in the dream dad bod that could totally dominate his former teammates. With his new gruff appearance. Seth, now Randy, turned to the door, and left. He soon found himself in between his team, finally in utter bliss that they were putty in his hands.

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"I can't find my body, that little brat stole my body and run away with my life, but once I get him I'll make him swap us back "

"hmmm I thought it will be bigger , but I don't care , finally I'm inside the body of my bully's father, and I'm going to enjoy it, it's payback baby"

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I was really pumped when I left school, one of the last I think.

It had been a long day, lots of classes even though it was the last day of term.

A memory popped into my head, chest training. Damn I felt so good, so much energy.

Smiling, a thought drifted through my mind; a holiday, spring break. My nose crinkled, Sofia-my girl.

With my backpack crammed with my gear, I turned up the volume on my headphones, took a breath and confidently made my way to the gym for what I knew would be an amazing session.

None of this would have been possible without Callum of course, the body I now possessed.

He came into school early, fresh from a run. Coach allowed him to shower in the gym, convenient for me.

I prepped the syringe, as I made my way into the locker room. I could here the showers and knew he’d be finishing up soon.

The water stopped and I waited out of sight. He walked past me, I took a breath admiring his muscular physique. Before he could get any further, I jabbed him with the needle. He spun around and I grabbed him as he struggled. He was strong, but I held on. Moments passed and I could feel him getting weaker, slower, lighter.

The transformation into a skinsuit had begun. He’d stopped struggling, and I was able to lift him over my shoulder and take him back into the showers.

I lowered him to the floor as I began to strip. By the time I’d finished, Callum was ready to accept me.

Sitting on the floor, Callum’s head between my legs I pulled at his face, stretching his lips.

His mouth parted, his gaping mouth accepted my feet and legs easily. I continued to inch myself deeper into his young body.

Callum’s body bunched up until my feet where in place inside his. I pulled again, and my own legs became sheathed. I worked my hips, slipping inside his making sure I took his ass and dick.

I glanced at the clock, just visible outside the shower room; 08:15. I needed to hurry up.

Continuing, I pulled his torso up my own body, feeding my arms inside his. Eventually I was able to get inside his torso, his shoulders slipped over mine. I had not only lost a couple of inches in height, but also my own chubby physique.

Finally I pulled his face over mine, completing my transformation.

Getting to my feet, I stretched in my new identity—taking a couple of breaths in my new body.

Making my way back into the locker room I saw my reflection for the first time, “fucking amazing.” I huffed, enjoying my new voice.

Grabbing my towel, I finished drying off and made my way to the locker. I only had rudimentary memories, enough to make it through the day. The detail would surface later in the day.

I sifted through the clothes, selecting a white compression shirt and strapped cargos.

It felt strange pulling on small underwear and socks, but they fit perfectly of course. The shirt was tight and displayed Callum’s — my muscles like a showcase. The cargos and trainers set off my new persona perfectly.

I slipped my backpack over my shoulders and trademark headphones over my ears. The mobile recognised my new face and opened. I selected som music and left the locker room. I had classes, but none would be a struggle for me. I chuckled know that my scores would be improving for sure.

Others started filtering into the halls, people nodded and felt great wrapped in the popular kids identity.

With the holidays just around the corner I knew I would be having so much fun.

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