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Seeing things from each others’ perspective.

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[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

Strange Job Swap

“Oh it's beautiful!” exclaimed the customer waiting in line. I handed her a nicely decorated cake for her son's birthday.

“It's no big deal. Just doing my job.” I acted like it was no big deal, but really I was gladly accepting the praise!

“This is perfect though. Have you considered being an artist?” she replied with a slightly more serious look.

“Yes I have actually…but the job market is tough.”

“Aww you'll get there eventually! Don't give up! Well anyway, you made my day so for that, thank you!”

“You're welcome.” I was a bit sad though, because she was right; I SHOULD be an artist. I recently earned my bachelor's degree, but yet I was still stuck in this dumb hick town, working as a grocery store cake decorator. I may have been good at what I do but I wouldn't want to do it forever!

At least my co-workers are pretty decent, especially my fellow bakery buddies, Chase, Amber, and Domingo. Amber was cool and didn't take anyone’s shit, which is why I loved seeing her because I didn't have much confidence when dealing with unruly customers. Domingo was very sweet, and even though he didn't speak very good English, he's hella good at his job. And Chase, well…he's hot! His bleach blond hair somehow always caught the light at a perfect angle. I don't know how I even kept my focus when he's working next to me.

At the end of my shift, I clocked out, and decided to buy a couple groceries like I normally did. I scanned everything at the self-checkout, put the receipt into one of my bags, and started walking towards the exit. The store had 2 exits on either side of the front, but I only took one because the other had a certain asshole at it - Richard.

The greeter position was removed a long time ago, but they bring it back for employees that have been injured or are too old, so that they can keep their jobs. Now this old guy named Richard had surgery a long time ago and became the greeter while he recovered. But yet he never went back to his old position.

He always stays at one specific entrance, and the reason I hated him so much was because he's racist. Part of his job has him checking customers’ receipts to make sure they didn't steal anything, which seems pretty unnecessary when you have those anti-theft machines at the exit. But I've seen him. The only people he checks the receipts for are minorities. It's not a subtle thing either; he’s super friendly, greeting and saying goodbye to all the white people passing but when it comes to someone who's not, his demeanor suddenly changes. 

My luck must've run out today, because I found the sliding glass doors at my usual exit were broken and currently being fixed. The area was blocked off by a barricade, and I knew there was only one other way to leave. I headed over to the other exit, and there Richard was, waving goodbye to a white mother and her toddler. He was wearing his typical gray uniform shirt that was clearly too small, because you could see his gut and nipples trying to poke through. Gross.

I moved through the aisle, trying not to draw attention to myself, but it was all for nothing because right on cue, Richard walked up to me and gave a great big (and so obviously fake) smile.

“Hello sir, can I see your receipt please?”

“Richard, it's me, Marco. I work in the bakery. You've seen me a million times before.” His smile suddenly faded, and his eyes narrowed, as if every ounce of happiness in his body just vanished.

“That's no excuse. How do I know you aren't stealing?”

“Because I want to keep my job?”

“Don't backtalk to me. You seem awfully suspicious today.” He then reached for his walkie talkie and started to page a manager. I really was able to walk out with no repercussions because I truly didn't steal anything, but there's a chance he would page the Asset Protection lady, who was almost as awful.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Nobody answered him. Thank god.

“Am I free to go now?” I said happily. The anger returned to his face.

“Just don't let me catch you stealing again. Or there'll be consequences!”

“Yeah…suuuure.” I walked out the door, into my car, and back home. I can't believe some people honestly. I was so sick of this town! I needed to move away real soon.

When I got home my dog, Kenny, was excited to greet me as usual so I let him outside to do his business while I got into my running clothes, prepping for a run. As I let Kenny back in, I went to check the mail and found a weird envelope in between the bills and spam. I opened it up and it was a letter addressed “to whom it may concern”. I threw it away without a second thought but Kenny suddenly ran up to the trash can, took it out, and placed it back in front of me.

“You really want me to read this, don't you boy?” I said cheerily as I patted him on the head.

“To whom it may concern,

Are you struggling with your current job? Unhappy with the life you have? Well I have just the cure for that! We are now selling happiness inducing coins for only $1 with free shipping! One flip of this coin will guarantee you will soon get a job you love! Get it fast before it all runs out! Just follow the link on the back of this letter if you are interested.” - VV

I wondered who or what VV was supposed to be, and $1 with free shipping sounds too good to be true, so this seemed like a scam. I also wasn't a superstitious person,  but for some reason my gut was telling me that this was a good idea. Kenny seemed to think so too as he was wagging his tail under the table and I read. I followed the link listed on the back of the page, typing in each random letter and number combination into my phone and ordered the lucky coin. I went to bed that night feeling a little more hopeful.

The next day at work was just like the previous day, only the door was fixed so I didn't have to walk out the exit Richard was standing at. We did make eye contact though, and he shot me a dirty look. I got home to find that the package had already arrived, which was awfully quick. I cut open the box and inside was a golden coin with a picture of a brain on it. The other side had a picture of a person with their arms spread wide. It was a really weird design. I read the instructions.

How to use:

Flip the coin

No matter what side it lands on, you'll be guaranteed happiness in your new job!

It sounded so lame, but I followed the instructions anyway. I flipped the coin the air, and slapped it on the back of my other hand. Tails. Nothing happened. I guess it was just $1 so it wasn't a huge waste of my time. It's pretty cool looking so maybe I could display it on my dresser or something.

I felt especially tired the rest of the night, but I was fine because I had a day off tomorrow. I was gonna go to the park with Kenny, as well as do a few errands. I was just glad I had time away from my job.

The next morning my alarm went off for some reason. I must've accidently set it by mistake. The weirder thing was Kenny wasn't there. Normally at the sound of my alarm, he comes running from wherever he was sleeping, and jumps on the bed to get me up. But there was nothing. When I started to truly wake up and become more alert, I realized that my alarm was set to the default or something. Instead of my usual calming piano, it was an annoying ringing. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. My vision was blurry, but I could tell I wasn't in my own room.

What happened? Did someone kidnap me? The alarm clock wasn't even on a phone, but rather it was an actual alarm clock. I had no idea what was going on, but I reached over to turn it off so I could think. I'm certain I must've been kidnapped somehow but why? And why would they set an alarm clock? I couldn't see but felt around the nightstand for a clue and found a pair of glasses. When I tried them on, just like that, my vision returned to normal. I had perfect vision before! Why did I suddenly need glasses? I reached up to scratch my head and found my hairline was incredibly receded. I was balding! I looked down with my now clear vision to find an even worse fact. I was chubby!

I sat up and stared at the foreign gut and two large man tits, as well as numerous graying chest hairs. I ran my hands through the hair, pinching them to make sure they were real. I pinched the tits as well, and felt sensations I've never felt before as they wobbled when I let go. I ran my hands through my face and felt a mustache and double chin, and began feeling nauseous at the thought of what I actually looked like. I didn't see a mirror in the room so I walked out the door trying to find a bathroom. The fat jiggled all around as I ran.

I got to the bathroom and nearly puked on the spot when I saw who I was. Richard. Oh god no. Of all people, I had to look like this racist bastard? I stared at myself and grazed my hands along my face. Suddenly I felt angry and started pinching it instead, as if I was doing the same thing to the real Richard, but denial didn't help; that was my face and it hurt. I touched his mustache and pinched it, as if it would come off. 

Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't want to interact with anybody looking like this but until I figured out how to fix it, I knew I had to pretend to be Richard. I answered the door to find the mailman.

“Howdy Rich! Woah uh.” He stared at my chest. I forgot I was still shirtless. Having this much fat hanging from my body was almost like answering the door naked. “I see you've lost some weight!” he said, obviously lying.

“Oh uh, thanks.” I replied, trying to imitate Richard’s voice, which was pretty easy considering I've mocked him before.

“Well anyway, not much today; just a letter.” He handed me a letter with a purple stamp on it.

“Well uh see you tomorrow!” The mailman went on his way and I closed the door. I opened the letter and found a note similar to the lucky coin advertisement.

To whom it may concern,

Good morning! I trust that your lucky coin worked well? Welcome to your new life! As promised, you now have a job that you love. Unhappy with the results? Just flip the coin once again, and make sure it lands on what it landed on before! If not, however, your fate is sealed. Best Wishes! - VV, Venefica Viola

Shit. They're not lying though. Richard did love his job. And since I was in his body, I now had that job! But who is this Venefica Viola? It sounded like Latin somehow. I walked back to the bedroom to find Richard’s phone. Luckily he didn't have any lock screen pin so I could easily get in. I searched for a translator, dodging the random pop up ads that were everywhere on his phone and looked up Venefica Viola.

Violet Witch. So magic is involved somehow. I needed to get my coin back so I could undo this! It must still be at my own house. Shit! I just realized why the alarm clock went off. Richard worked today! He had perfect attendance and never uses his PTO, so not going in was gonna look suspicious. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had 20 minutes. 

Even though I'd love to see Richard be humiliated by going to work in his underwear, I decided that it wasn't worth attracting attention so I looked through his clothes to put on a work uniform. I found a pair of boxers and accidently flashed myself when I completely forgot I didn't have my own dick either. It was all wrinkly, but honestly a lot bigger than I thought. No. I was not about to get horny over Richard's dick! I found what he normally wore to work and put the rest on. I found tucking the shirt was more difficult than usual, as I had to pull it over my belly.

I guess I could make this work…for now. I hated to admit it, but Richard wasn't all that bad looking. It was his personality and habits that made him so repulsive, but now that I was in control of him, he didn't look all that bad. Maybe I could even turn things around for now and do something nice for the people I know he hates. I grabbed the car keys on the nearby table, and drove to work.

I walked in the store, put Richard's nametag on, and clocked in. I nearly started walking to the bakery area but stopped myself. I guess I'm really going to have to be a greeter for a day. This feels humiliating. I made my way to the front entrance and just stood there, waiting for customers to enter or exit.

Soon enough customers began arriving and I tried my best to act like Richard, though one customer asked if I was all right because I guess I overdid it. I didn't ask any customers to show their receipts though, because I might as well take advantage of being a greeter. I noticed Domingo at the checkout and when he bagged up his groceries, he approached me first instead of the door. He hastily grabbed his receipt and started showing it to me. I wasn't about to let this happen.

“No no it's ok. You don't have to show me the receipt anymore.”

“No?” He looked shocked.

“Checking receipts is stupid anyway. I don't need to do it anymore.”

“Really? I can go?”

“Yep! Have a good day.” It was unnerving seeing him so scared at the sight of me, but he smiled like normally did as he put the receipt back in the bag and walked out.

As I moved towards the break room to take my break, I noticed someone who looked awfully familiar walk through the door. It was…me! I mean Richard. It must've been; if I was in his body, he must've been in mine. It became more obvious by the way he was walking, taking big steps as if he was used to having his gut swinging around…like mine was now. God I hated this. I had to talk to him to sort things out. He smirked as I approached.

“Hey!”

“Oh it's you. I mean me. I mean,” he paused for a second and rounded his mouth into an even bigger smile, which looked uncanny with my face. “The old me.”

“What do you mean ‘the old you’”?

“Well seeing as I'm much younger now, while you're much older, I think the term is appropriate.”

“Well yeah, but not for long. I'm going to switch us back.”

“Oh no you're not! I may have preferred being white, but I’m enjoying youth again! Oh, and don't worry. I saw that coin thing and that letter this morning, and I made sure it would never see the light of day again. You got that…Richard?” 

He called me that in the same mocking tone that I always use to call him. I can't believe this!

“Y-you can't do this! I had a future!”

“That's my future now old man. You know maybe I could be a model with these looks. Maybe make one of those, what do you kids call it? OnlyFans?”

God no, I'm an artist, not a pornstar. He can't do this!

“The greeter is a real fun job, Richard. Enjoy it. You're hired!”

[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

Vacation Swap

Waking up in those bodies felt like a trip down the hairy rabbit hole. They were huge, hairy, and definitely not what they were used to. It was like being in someone else's skin, quite literally.

The two twinks found themselves stuck in the bodies of 40-year-old bears after a wild decision to try out a shady body swap service. They thought it would be a thrill, a temporary escape from their usual selves. But now, as they looked at their massive arms and burly frames, they couldn't help but wonder if they had made a huge mistake.

"Whoa," one of them said, his words punctuated by the richness of his low bear voice. "Listen to us! We sound like we belong in a lumberjack commercial or something."

Running their hands over the thick fur that coated their chests and arms, they exchanged bewildered glances. They were used to smooth skin, not this dense forest of hair. It was like they had become walking, talking teddy bears overnight.

One of them ran a hand through the thick chest hair, marveling at its density.

"Dude, check this out," he said, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "I've never seen so much hair in my life. I feel like Bigfoot."

His friend chuckled. "Tell me about it. I could probably hide a sandwich in here and forget about it."

They weren't sure what happened to their original bodies. Did those guys decide to keep them, or were they freaking out somewhere, stuck in the twinks' bodies? The thought was enough to give them a shiver.

His friend grinned, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Yeah, we could give those guys a run for their money. I've never felt so manly in my life."

Life as 40-year-old bears was going to be one wild ride, that was for sure. They were out of their depth, swimming in uncharted waters. But hey, at least they were in it together. And who knew? Maybe they'd grow to love their new identities, hairy chests and all. Only time would tell.

Vacation Swap

There is an appeal in jumping into a new body on a vacation. It’s truly liberating to see a life through the eyes of another. My husband and I decided to schedule a body swap through a secretive vacation agency. We only got the appointment with a referral from a wealthy friend. Apparently these kinds of body swaps are highly illegal, but quite sought after in the right community.

My husband and I just showed up for our appointment where we woke up in these two twinks. I’ve never been so thin and white. it’s gonna be fun being in these bodies for a little bit.

Maybe we won’t show up for the swap back. Maybe this is us now. Maybe these two guys now have to live life as 40-year-old bears. I think so.

[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

Adventures in Bodyswapping #19

Co-written by @menofcolorswitchbodiestoo

[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

An Odd Trend

Tiktok, like any other social media platform, was known for its various trends and challenges among its user base. Trends varied widely on any given week from harmless face filters to dancing in the middle of a busy road. Needless to say, a trend can be risky and even deadly if taken too far.

Fortunately enough, some trends never take off due to lack of engagement. Unfortunately, however, one of the latest social media challenges to hit Tiktok didn’t need a massive user base to take effect. Even with just two users the trend’s effect will activate, and its consequences will be felt.

It was yet another slow day at the gas station for Ibrahim. As much as he enjoyed the easy money, he found himself getting bored very frequently. He took out his phone during a free moment and opened it to no new notifications. Ibrahim wasn’t sure what he was expecting when he unlocked it, but he had hoped for at least something mildly interesting. He did, however, notice that his latest Tiktok had started getting attention. He opened the app and smiled at the sight of all his new followers. All he had to do was keep posting gym content. It bothered Ibrahim that most of the people engaging with his videos were men, but he knew a follower was a follower and soon he’ll have enough so that he could focus solely on being a content creator.

With his dream of success in mind, Ibrahim decided to capitalize on his free time and make some more videos. He turned on the camera, ready to hit record, only to remember he had no idea what to do. He took a look around but all he saw was the same old convenience store. Ibrahim had already done himself at work so many times, he needed something fresh if he was going to go viral again.

He leaned against the counter as he began to browse the endless list of filters Tiktok had. Ibrahim had once made a recently released filter go viral. Everyone had given him the credit for starting the trend too. He was hoping he could do it again with the right filter. After scrolling for a while, Ibrahim was ready to call it quits for the day. But just before he closed out his phone, a certain thumbnail had caught his eye. It was a relatively simple design: two stick figures with a round about arrow connecting them along with the words “Me & You.” Despite how plain looking the thumbnail was, something about it was indescribably intriguing. Out of sheer curiosity, Ibrahim clicked on it. Then, a little infographic about the filter popped up.

“Welcome to the Me & You challenge! Get ready to take getting to know other people to a whole new level! This filter will connect you to another person in live time. After a few seconds of conversation, just hit the button, and get ready for a once in a lifetime experience! Note: This is a beta version. We are actively fine tuning and fixing bugs as we find them. We thank you for your understanding!”

The description was straightforward enough, but Ibrahim was still confused on what exactly the filter was supposed to do. Despite the off feeling Ibrahim was getting, he decided to give it a shot anyway. He figured, after all, that the worst that could happen was his Tiktok would flop.

Ibrahim propped up his phone and hit the button to turn on the filter. He was expecting it to connect right away, but all he got was a buffering circle. As he waited, Ibrahim attended to a couple of customers that walked in. The app connected while he was busy, and he hurriedly finished helping the last customer. He picked up his phone and saw there was just some guy with a cowboy hat on the other end of the video call.

“Hey,” Ibrahim said.

“What up,” the other guy responded.

Their conversation ended up starting and finishing there. The two men stood around in silence, avoiding eye contact with the other.

“Do you know how this is supposed to work?” the other guy asked Ibrahim.

“No.” Ibrahim answered.

Then the two waited in silence again. Luckily, a red button with a 🔄 symbol popped up not long after. Ibrahim saw the button and pushed it without hesitation. He heard a distinct clicking sound coming from his phone when he did so. Ibrahim then watched as the other guy’s eyes widened and saw he did something on his end. He then heard the same clicking sound again. And with that, Ibrahim’s phone flashed him with an intense bright light, causing him to kneel over to the ground.

Ibrahim was squirming in pain with his hands to his eyes. He could hear the other guy screaming too, but then he heard the call hang up. Not the Ibrahim cared, as he was busy enduring the eye pain as well as a sudden head pain.

A customer had walked in, and screamed at the sight of Ibrahim on the floor. She ran up to the counter and called out to him.

“Are you okay!?”

Ibrahim groaned as he massaged his temples. The pain was gradually going away with the coming minutes. Ibrahim then picked himself back up.

“Yeah… Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,”

“Oh thank goodness,” the woman sighed. “I was worried I’d have to call 911. But I doubt a big, strong young man like yourself would go down that easily.”

“Huh? Big? Strong?”

Ibrahim looked down at his body. He began inspecting his body, all while the woman watched with a concerned look in her eyes. She looked at his name tag.

“Ibrahim, is it? Did you hit your head? I think you might have a concussion…”

“Oof… you weren’t kidding, I AM big and strong! Check this out!” the store attendant shouted out as he flexed.

The man kept checking himself out, all while the woman watched. The woman kept asking him questions, and soon enough he started giving coherent answers. Then, after making sure he was mentally stable, the woman decided to flee the scene before anything else happened. The gas station attendant was then left all alone again, giving him the space to keep exploring his body.

“Oh man… I’m gonna enjoy this!!” he murmured as he lifted his shirt, taking a closer look at the goods he now owned.

***

Meanwhile, at a local city fair, a guy with a cowboy hat had fallen to the ground after his phone shined a white light into his eyes. Most the crowd ignored the young man rolling on the ground in pain. A young woman, noticing his condition, ran up to him.

“Alexis! Are you okay!?” The woman helped the guy back up to his feet. The guy nodded as he pinched the corners of his eyes. “What happened? Did you pregame or something?”

“What? No, I don’t drink,” the guy said with an attitude. He took his arm off her shoulder and leaned against a fence to help him keep his balance. He was still disoriented by sudden flash.

“Ha, yeah right,” the woman snorted. “And I’m a backup dancer for Ariana Grande.”

The guy looked up at her annoyed, but quickly changed his tone when he saw how beautiful the young lady was. Flowing black hair, clear light brown skin, and beautiful eyes. Her curvy figure was the cherry on the sundae; he was mesmerized with her.

“You sure you good?” the woman asked.

“With you here, I’ve never felt better…”

“God, always the flirt huh,” the woman laughed. The man joined in too.

The two then walked together to find a table. The girl led the way while the guy lagged behind. Although his infatuation with her had distracted him, he soon realized that something was horribly wrong. There were tattoos all along his arms, tattoos he didn’t have before. He also noticed his nails were painted pink, and groaned in disgust at the sight of it. As he walked, he could feel something on his chest. He rubbed his chest and felt the nipple piercings he now possessed. He soon put two and two together and realized that he was in the wrong body. Ibrahim’s blood boiled at the realization, but quickly cooled down when he realized… who would ever believe him? Then, he felt the loneliness start to sink in.

“Look, there’s a free table!” the woman claimed the spot and called her friend over. Ibrahim leaned against the table. He had no idea what he was supposed to do in a situation like this. The woman noticed her friend was deep in thought, and reached out to hold his hand.

“Hey, thank you.” she whispered.

“Hm? For what?”

“For doing this. I mean, for taking me out. I know I haven’t exactly been a good friend lately, but breaking up with Kevin was not easy. I’m just- so grateful to have a friend like you, Alexis. Someone that gets how trash men are.”

Ibrahim listened carefully to everything the beautiful girl had to say to him. A girl like her would’ve dismissed Ibrahim as some scumbag fuck boy in his old body. But with a new body, Ibrahim stood a chance unlike ever before.

“Yeah, no problem. I’m glad I could help, I just want what’s best for you.”

The young lady smiled, and so did Ibrahim. The two held hands with a gentle grip. Ibrahim noticed how soft his new hands were, and how well they complimented her soft hands too.

“I wish more straight guys could be like you…” she gazed into his eyes. He returned the gesture in full. Ibrahim saw the opportunity, then took his swing at it.

“Hey, I have to confess something… I think I have feelings for you…”

The girl’s eyes widened at first, but she quickly shrugged it off.

“That’s just the tequila talking-”

“No! I swear it isn’t, I haven’t had a single drink tonight!” Ibrahim pleaded with her. He technically wasn’t lying, and the girl could see he was more or less sober too.

“But… I thought you were gay…”

Ibrahim closed the distance between them. He held her close to him, and she wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Maybe… I’m feeling a little bisexual tonight…”

The two held each other close, then the two kissed- tenderly at first, then passionately as the feelings kicked in. With a straight soul in a gay body, arousal followed soon after. The two then left the fair early and proceeded to have the night of their lives.

***

Weeks had gone by since Ibrahim and Alexis became the first victims of the strange body swap filter Me & You. Although both had a rocky start having to adjust to their new lives, both men quickly found themselves right at home with their new bodies. Then as time went on, they had forgotten about ever having switched bodies in the first place. They had accepted and assimilated into their new identities without a problem.

Alexis kept up the all exercise needed to keep his new, muscular physique. But it was something he did with ease, especially considering how much he loved his new body. He took over Ibrahim’s Tiktok following and even improved upon it when he gave all the gay followers what they wanted. Full body nudity and man on man action, both things Alexis provided with great joy. Ibrahim’s old gym bros ditched him after he came out, but Alexis found new gym bros to grow close to (and in more ways the one).

Alexis showed off his body in front of the camera for another Tiktok, only to get interrupted by one of his gym bros coming from behind and squeezing his ass. Alexis smirked, then pulled him for a kiss on camera. Alexis loved his new body- and so did everyone else.

As for Ibrahim, although he was initially very against the idea of accepting his fate, he warned up to it after finding a special reason to stay. Ibrahim had found love in Alexis’ straight girl best friend, and the two were madly in love. Despite this, Ibrahim could never get used to how queer his new body was. He began making changes gradually to make himself more comfortable in his new skin- taking out all the piercings, keeping the make up off of him, and even hitting the gym again. Some of Alexis’ old circle of friends noticed he had changed, but none of them ever bothered to question it. So long as Ibrahim was happy and wasn’t really bothering anyone, everyone more or less accepted their now straighter friend. All’s well that ends well.

Check out part two to this series here!

[menofcolorswitchbodiestoo]

An Odd Trend Pt. 2

Check out part one to this series here!

Paulo was fucking around with Tiktok filters when he stumbled upon the Me & You challenge. He clicked on it and saw the filter description.

“Welcome to the Me & You challenge! Get ready to take getting to know other people to a whole new level! This filter will connect you to another person in live time. After a few seconds of conversation, just hit the button, and get ready for a once in a lifetime experience! Note: This is a beta version. We are actively fine tuning and fixing bugs as we find them. We thank you for your understanding!”

He read it over quickly. Paulo was not interested in getting to know some other person at all. But despite that, something about how the filter was presented was noticeably off. Paulo could see that plenty of people had done the challenge already, but nobody posted a Tiktok about it. Hundreds of users yet there wasn’t a single trace of evidence about it.

Paulo turned to Google and other social media platforms to investigate. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find anything about the Me & You challenge anywhere. He double checked on Tiktok to make sure he didn’t just make it up, but surely enough, there it was. Just waiting to be used.

“What the fuck is going on?” Paulo thought to himself.

He sat in his bed, staring down his phone. He tried poking around the internet again for more info, but still no luck. Paulo couldn’t wrap his head around what he was seeing.

Could it be just some tech glitch? Did no one actually try the challenge? What’s going on?

Paulo couldn’t wrap his head around it. Then, after another while contemplating (and realizing he didn’t have anything better to do anyway), he decided to take the deep dive. He turned on the filter, and within seconds, it connected and put him on a video call with some random stranger.

“Woah, you’re cute,” the other guy exclaimed at the sight of Paulo. “What’s your name cutie? My name’s Jack,”

“Thanks, you too, Jack,” Paulo returned the gesture. “I’m Paulo. Do you know what’s going on with this challenge?”

“I don’t know man, I’m just bored at work.”

“Damn… have you tried the challenge before?”

“Nope, this’s my first time,” Jack responded.

Paulo went quiet as he thought it over in his mind. He could hardly believe that he connected with another first time user. Was it a mere coincidence? Or- the more interesting answer, was it impossible to do the challenge twice?

“What’s wrong, handsome? You seem tense.”

Paulo forgot he was still on a live call. He looked at the guy in the screen, who was smiling at him. Paulo grinned, the bear seemed nice but not someone he was interested in. A thought occurred to Paulo then.

“Wait… is this some kind of gay dating scheme?” Paulo asked. Jack raised his eyebrow in response.

“How do you figure?”

“Well, think about it! What are the odds- I’m just assuming here, but what are the odds that two single gay guys would get paired together for some Tiktok challenge about getting to know each other?”

“Hm… Well…” Jack started as he leaned in closer to the phone. “An algorithm learns a lot about people. Your for your page is custom made, right? I don’t doubt that had somehow to do with it,” Jack explained.

Paulo laid back on his bed as he thought about it. Jack stayed quiet, just taking in Paulo’s good looks while he had the chance.

Just then, the 🔄 button popped up on both men’s phone. Paulo noticed it, and focused his attention on it. He heard an odd clicking sound as he scrutinized the little red button.

“What’s this?” Paulo asked.

“Don’t know.”

“Are we supposed to press this?”

“I did.”

“Huh? Why would you do that?”

“Why not?”

“Well- what if it does something?”

“Too late now,” Jack chuckled, much to Paulo’s dismay.

Paulo hovered his finger over the red button. Truth be told, he’d rather hit the end call button. But then he remembered how this whole thing started, and decided he needed to see it through to the end. Paulo hit the button, causing the odd clicking sound to play again, and suddenly a flash of light came shooting out of his phone.

Paulo winced as he fell back from the sudden flash, knocking him down to the floor. His eyes were burning, and so was his forehead. He was panting for breath as he endured the wave of pain. Then, once it passed, he got back up. Paulo noticed how heavier he was, but brushed it off as nausea. He scratched his stomach as he sat down again.

What was that light all about?

Paulo thought to himself as he grabbed his phone. But just before he turned it on, he caught a glimpse of himself in the reflection of the little black screen. Staring back at him was the reflection of the hefty man he was just talking to.

Paulo leaned in for a closer look. Jack’s reflection mirrored his every movement. Once Paulo realized what had happened, he let out a bellowing, blood-curling scream unlike anything he had ever done before.

“What the fuck is your problem, Jackson?” a man in a silver business suit stepped into Jack’s cubicle. There he found Paulo hyperventilating and pointing at his reflection.

“Look at me! Look at him! That’s not- What the fuck happened to me!?”

Jack’s boss had to spent the next half hour just calming Paulo down. It was difficult, especially since Paulo kept screaming something about Tiktok and body swapping. In the end, after calming him down, Jack’s boss sent Paulo home for rest. Clearly, Jack was delusional from working too many hours. Lost and confused, Paulo took the bus home, desperately trying to make sense of what had just happened to him.

***

Jack found himself in a tiny apartment filled from corner to corner with greenery after the disoriented head feeling went away. Jack recognized the bed frame, it was the same one that cute guy from not too long had in the background. Jack hopped off the bed and immediately noticed he had shed a couple pounds. But that wasn’t the only change Jack noticed. He was darker skinned, lighter, and hairless now too.

“Holy shit! I swapped bodies!” Jack cried out. Jack could feel goosebumps run up and down his new arms. But after taking a second look at his body, along with making his new pecs bounce, he felt much more relaxed about the whole situation.

Jack already had an eye for Paulo, but now he got an exclusive first hand look at his latest eye candy. Just as Jack began to explore his new body, he got interrupted by an incoming FaceTime call. He promptly answered the call and saw it was his old body calling him.

“Heyyy, it’s you!” Jack said enthusiastically. “What’s up man, how’s it going?’

"Don’t ‘what’s up man’ me!” Paulo retorted. “How can you be so calm about this!? We just fucking switched bodies!!”

“Hey man… calm down, I’m right here, no need to yell…”

“I am calm!!” Paulo shouted. His brows were furrowed, causing deep wrinkles in his new, older face.

“Are you always this tense? You’re too young for all this stress… and believe me, man, I know stress.”

“Look, Jack, I didn’t ask for this. I was just bored and looking for something interesting- like you! I never thought this filter would switch my body!”

“Well, me neither! But how do you propose we switch back?”

“We just gotta do the challenge again, that should do the trick, right?” Paulo pleaded.

“What challenge?”

Paulo’s face dropped when Jack said that. There was a brief moment of silence before Paulo spoke up again.

“Yo-you’re kidding… right? The Me & You challenge, the one we just did together?”

Paulo kept talking about the Me & You challenge, but no matter what he said, Jack kept shaking his head in response.

“Look man, it seems like you’re having a really hard time here. I wish I could help- I really do! But I don’t know anything about technology.” Jack said. 

“No!! I know you’re just acting! Drop the act and help me switch back, please!!”

“Whoa whoa,” Jack sat up. “I don’t like the way you’re talking to me. I was nice enough to answer a call from an unknown number and now I have some guy commanding me to do shit like he knows me!”

“But you do know me!! Jack, please! You gotta meet me halfway here-”

“Jack? Nah, man, you got the wrong number. I’m Paulo.”

“No you’re not!”

“It’s such a shame too, you’re kinda cute not gonna lie. If you were nicer, I might’ve down to meet up.”

Jack laid down on his stomach and shifted the camera to show off his new slim waist in black briefs. He wiggled his ass for a bit, even humping the bed to show off his new ass, all while Paulo screamed profanities at him through the phone. 

“STOP THAT! THAT’S NOT YOURS!!” Paulo yelled. 

“Anyway, I’m done here. Bye now~”

Jack hung up the phone while Paulo was still screaming himself purple. Jack let out a heavy exhale. 

“Whewww… That guy really needs to learn how to chill out,” Jack took a deep breath. He then flipped over on his new bed, really taking in the feel of a memory foam mattress. 

“Man, who knew acting would be so hard,” Jack said out loud. He laid there for a while longer, before he felt his new dick twitch against the fabric of his briefs. He looked down at his growing member, and a smirk spread across his face as he pulled down his briefs, ready and eager to get to know his new body and everything it had to offer.

***

Paulo stared at the phone screen in shock. He then slammed it down onto the bedside nightstand after it registered in his head what had just happened. 

“NO! You won’t get away with this you fucking pervert!!”

Paulo then made repeated attempts at contacting his old body. Video calls, regular calls, texts, even emails, Paulo tried everything. But Jack did not respond to any of his attempts. Eventually, none of Paulo’s attempts of communication would go through the network, signaling that Jack had blocked him on everything. 

“No no no NO…! You can’t do this to me…!!” Paulo was panting for breath.

“…The filter!”

Paulo then hurried to open Tiktok on his phone. He went straight to the filter list and scrolled, but he couldn’t find the Me & You challenge. He then hit the search button and typed in the name. The search didn’t return anything back. It was as though the filter had never existed.

Paulo slammed his fist into the nightstand. He threw the phone at the wall, then proceeded to trash Jack’s bedroom in a blind fury. All while he shouted until he was red in the face. He did not stop until he was physically exhausted. By the time he was done, Jack’s place was thoroughly trashed. Paulo then collapsed onto the bed, physically and mentally exhausted from the whole ordeal. He cried himself to sleep that night. The sounds of his endless sobs filled the house until sunrise. 

Paulo did not wake up until well into the late afternoon. His eyes were filled with crusty tears and snot. Paulo got up from the bed, head aching from the surge of emotion he felt the day prior. He cleaned up all the gunk from his eyes and proceeded to stroddle to the bathroom. He took a good, long look at the new him in the mirror.

“Well… I guess it could be worse…” Paulo gave himself a weak smile. Tears began to swell up in his eyes again, but he quickly wiped them away. Instead, he stared himself down in the mirror until he didn’t feel strange anymore. Soon enough, he began accepting that he was no longer Paulo. He was Jack now, whether that meant for now or forever. 

Regardless of how Paulo felt about the whole body swap, time kept marching on. Days, weeks, months had passed since Paulo and Jack swapped bodies. 

Paulo continued his ritual of staring himself down in the mirror every single day for a couple of months. At first it started with just looking at his new body, but then he added onto it as the days went on. He started with giving his new body a compliment, then he practiced smiling and being grateful for his new body, and he continued adding new steps until he made all the way to flexing and jerking off naked in front of the mirror. Paulo had thought about fixing his new body to his personal liking, but after a while, he had come to sincerely appreciating Jack’s body in all of its glory and beauty. So in the end, he decided to keep and embrace his new life as a bear. 

“Ah… fuck…!!” Paulo tugged at his new cock while admiring himself in the mirror again. His beefy pecs were bouncing up and down as his body jerked from pleasure. His old dick was definitely nothing to sneeze at at 7 inches long, but the added hair and girth Jack’s body had made jerking off even sexier for Paulo. He gasped as he climaxed, shooting puddles of warm cum all over the bathroom floor. He stood there panting, and took a deep whiff of his new musk before proceeding to clean up after himself.

“I wonder how Jack’s doing right now…” Paulo wondered to himself while cleaning. He would’ve turned 24 if he was still in his old body. No doubt Jack was living it up in his new body too, probably getting dicked down somewhere doggy style. 

Paulo shrugged Jack off of his mind. He refused to think about his former life now after all the hard work he had put into loving and accepting the new him. After all, just as Jack was the new Paulo, he was the new Jack- an identity he had grown to cherish. 

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An Odd Trend Pt. 3

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Dennis was working from the comfort of his home. He held his hand against his head as he typed away on his laptop.

Dennis held great pride in his occupation as a full time radio host. But the changing times brought with it technological advances, which made jobs like radio hosts more and more obsolete. Dennis worked twice hard to keep up with the demands of the rapidly changing times. While he was able to stay afloat despite being only a small channel, it was not without several sacrifices. Soon enough he had found that working long hours on end would take its toll on his middle aged body in the form of back aches and eye pain. The pay left much to be desired too, as he and his wife Charlotte were always drifting the line between poverty and comfortable living.

But despite all these poor conditions, Dennis kept at it. Not just for himself and his wife, but for their twin kids too. Unfortunately for Dennis, however, the twins were in the middle of their teen years. As any parent knows, parenting teens is a headache in and of itself.

The clock struck 5 in the evening. Dennis closed out all his tabs and shut down his laptop. It was time to go live for the Wednesday report. Dennis got up from the couch and proceeded to walk towards the makeshift recording booth down in the basement. Just before he entered the basement, he noticed something red moving in the hallway from the corner of his eye.

“Cheyenne? Is that you?” Dennis called out.

There was a moment of silence before his teenage daughter stepped out from behind the hallway. She was dressed in all black, with several chains and locks scattered all throughout her clothes. Her clothes left little to the imagination of her figure too, much to Dennis’ dismay.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Dennis said with a furrowed brow.

“Out with friends,” Cheyenne sighed and rolled her eyes as she spoke.

“Dressed like that? You’re out of your goddamn mind if you think you’re going out like that, little Missie! Go cover up!”

“What’s wrong with how I’m dressed, huh?”

“Everything! A 16 year old girl should not be dressed like a punk!”

“Dad, this is who I am! Why can’t you just accept it!? I’m going out with my friends and you can’t stop me!” Cheyenne shouted.

Just as Dennis opened his mouth to respond, the power in the house went out. Dennis and Cheyenne looked at each other in the darkened hallway. Footsteps then came running down the staircase next to them.

“Damien, what the fuck did you do now!?” Dennis shouted at the teen, who threw his hands up.

“Dad, I can explain, I’ve been doing some hacking on social media sites to see what dirt I could find. I just needed some extra power to get through some of the cybersecurity. Look, it’s actually pretty cool!”

Damien took out his phone and clicked several things. He then extended his arm out to show Dennis. Dennis feigned interest at first, only to yank the phone out of his son’s hand and smack him on the head.

“I’m really not in the mood for any bullshit from either of you. Cheyenne, I want all that shit off of you by the time I’m done with the show. Damien, go reset the breakers and maybe go do something that isn’t dangerous for once. I’m tired of the reckless behavior from the both of you. You’re both grounded for the rest of the week, I don’t want to hear any more trouble or so God help us all.”

Cheyenne and Damien immediately began to protest, but Dennis quickly shut both of them down. He merely ignored their complaints as he continued his way into the basement. He was already running late and hurried up to go live. Thankfully, Damien had reset the breakers and the power came back on by the time Dennis had everything set up.

“What am I gonna do with those two…” Dennis muttered to himself. He took one last breath, and then hit the button to go live.

“Howdy folks, welcome back to Get Real, the radio show all about keepin’ it real. I’m your host Dennis McIntyre, and I hope y'all are having a mighty fine evening tonight.”

Dennis went on with his radio show like usual. He covered the latest news headlines in local news, politics, and the sports world. Dennis also threw in his own commentary whenever he could. His brand of satirical, sarcastic humor was what kept his audiences coming back from more after all.

“Alright, that’s just about it for the headlines y'all,” Dennis took a sip of water as he thought about how to fill in the last 15 minutes of air time. Before Denis would just talk more about any of the topics he had previously covered, but with all the stress he was carrying, his mind went blank when he tried thinking of what to say next. His eyes wandered while he thought about it. His gaze landed on the supposedly hacked phone he had taken from Damien. He picked up and opened it, taking him straight to Tiktok where Damien had left off. An idea struck him while he held it.

“You know, I'mma keep it real with y'all. Shout out to all the hard working parents out there who give their families the world even if it goes unappreciated, and I really mean that when I say that cuz I too know what’s it like to be a parent. I love my kids to hell and back, but believe me when I say that they’re rarely not a handful…”

Dennis fiddled with the hacked phone as he rambled on about parenting. For the most part, the phone seemed normal so far as Dennis could tell. He remembered how Damien had mentioned that it was social media sites he was messing around with. With that in mind, he opened up Tiktok again. After clicking around on the app, Dennis soon stumbled into a plethora of illegal content. Removed videos, pirated music and movies, illegally manufactured filters, the entire underside of Tiktok was right at Dennis’ hands. He scoffed as he scrolled through all of the removed content.

“If I had to blame one thing for why kids are acting more and more these days, I’d blame all the phones and apps. All this technology will brainwash the mind and make young kids go mad!”

Dennis kept scrolling through the horrors. He was disgusted by everything he had saw. He only covered a small fraction but he had already seen enough.

“Now, I know y'all can only hear my voice, but I just recently took away my son’s phone for fear of what he could get himself into. Let me show you all what I mean when I say these phones will be the death of us all,”

Dennis then hit a button that activated one of removed Tiktok filters. After a moment of buffering, the filter loaded, and Dennis had begun the Me & You challenge.

***

Hector laid down on the couch as the Me & You challenge loaded on his phone.

He was bored that afternoon, and after doing a deep dive into the hidden side of the internet, he found himself trying out supposedly dangerous internet programs. Hector had read about the Me & You challenge through online forums. The information he found was vague and questionable at best due to being on websites known for false information and conspiracy theories. According to the forums, the Me & You challenge connected two users through a video call. The two users would then somehow switch bodies with no way to switch back, forcing the two people to take on entirely new identities.

“Switching bodies…” Hector read all he could about the strange phenomenon. He grew more intrigued the more he thought about it.

“…Sounds hot.”

Hector waited patiently as the video call connected. Soon enough, he found himself on the phone with a graying middle aged man who was holding the phone inches away from his face.

“Hello? Hello?” the man said. “Can you hear me? Who is this?”

“Hey, I can hear you! But can you move the phone? Like, away from your face,”

The man followed Hector’s instructions. The man saw Hector on the phone and scowled; Hector simply smiled in return.

“How’s it going bro, how you doing?” Hector asked.

“Why do you look like that?”

“Huh? Like what?”

The man pointed at the screen while still holding the same disgusted look. Hector’s smile faded as the man began pointing at his own face in all the same places Hector had piercings or tattoos.

“You talking about my piercings and tattoos?”

“How old are you?”

“23? Why do you ask?” Hector asked.

The man ignored him and instead went on a tangent about how the next generation was being mentally poisoned by phones and social media. He kept referring to both Hector and his daughter who apparently dressed in similar style to him. All the while Hector grew more annoyed.

“Hey man, what the fuck is your problem?”

“See what I mean, folks? Absolutely no respect for your elders, it’s like I always say…”

The gray haired man went off on another rant about the dangers of bad parenting. While the man kept lecturing, Hector had decided he had enough.

He searched for the end call button on his phone. Hector expected the X button to be in the corner like always, but when he went to press it, it wasn’t there. Hector searched for the button but it was nowhere to be found. He tried hitting the home button and even the power button, but neither did anything. Hector grew impatient, but then a 🔄 button appeared on his phone. He was unsure what the button was, but decided to push it anyway. An odd clicking sound played, but as Hector half expected, the call continued.

The man had paused his endless ranting when he heard the odd click. He brought his phone close to his face again, then moved it away.

“I’m tired of wannabe hot shot punks like you. Have a good day.” The man declared before squarely pushing the 🔄 button with this thumb. He had expected the video call to end, but instead he and Hector got a face full of bright, white light- causing both of them to kneel over to the ground in pain.

***

Cheyenne waited outside the garage with her ear pressed against the door. As soon as she heard that her father had stopped talking, she went inside. A walk turned into a sprint when she had seen her father rolling on the floor, wincing in pain.

“Oh my God, Dad! Are you okay?” Cheyenne rushed to his side. She also took the liberty of shutting down the live broadcast. No doubt Dennis would’ve wanted that to avoid going over schedule.

Cheyenne helped her still groggy father up to his feet. She then led him to the kitchen, struggling to hold up his body weight as the two waddled over. She sat him down a chair and gave him some water. After some time, “Dennis” looked like he was back to normal.

“Thanks for the water… Man! My head is killing me right now…” Hector said while massaging his temples.

Hector and Cheyenne sat in silence for a while. The silence was broken by Cheyenne as she faced her father with her hands against her chest.

“Dad, I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk back to you, I’m sorry. I know you don’t want me dressing like this and I deliberately disobeyed. I promise I won’t do it again, just please don’t ground me!”

Hector stared with wide eyes as Cheyenne poured her heart out to who she thought was her dad. He looked over how she was dressed and didn’t see anything wrong with it. In fact, she looked like a teen girl version of himself in an alternate universe.

“Uh… Sure, kid… It sounds like you know what you did was wrong. You’re not grounded anymore,” Hector answered skittishly.

“Wait, really!? Thank you Daddy!”

Cheyenne went in for a hug. Hector was unsure how to react, only patting her on the back in response.

“No problem, kid, now go enjoy yourself!”

Cheyenne left the kitchen beaming. Hector found himself alone in a house he did not recognize. He stood and surveyed his new surroundings.

“Sweet digs,” Hector mumbled as he walked around. He caught a glimpse of himself as he passed by the stainless steel fridge. He noticed he wasn’t himself anymore; instead, he was in the body of the gray haired man he had talked to over.

“Holy shit…” Hector checked himself out in his reflection. He ran his hands over his new silver hair and his fully matured body. He whistled as he admired himself. “…I’m a fucking silver fox DILF now!!”

Hector spent the next half hour checking out his new body, only interrupted by the sound of his phone ringing in his pocket. He picked out and answered the incoming video call. On the other side of the call was his old body, staring daggers into him.

“Oh hey it’s you! What’s up bro, you enjoying my body?” Hector said cheerfully. His old body only mad dogged him in return. Hector could only laugh at the situation.

“What are you laughing about? This isn’t funny,” Dennis finally spoke up.

“C'mon man, just loosen up for once-”

“Loosen up!? This is literally the worst time-”

“QUIT FUCKING TALKING OVER ME!!”

Hector shouted into the phone. His new voice allowed him to hit volumes he previously couldn’t hit before. His voice surprised him just as much as it surprised Dennis, although Hector kept a poker face to hide it.

“Shit man, I’ve only known you for like 15 minutes and I’m already fucking tired of your bitchy attitude. Always talking and lecturing and criticizing… I bet you do the same thing to your daughter, huh.”

“Don’t you dare touch Cheyenne!!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it. What the fuck do you even think of me if you think I’d get at some minor? Seriously, I’d smack the shit out of you if you were here right now.”

The two men sat in silence. Neither man had anything positive to say to the other.

This lasted for a couple of minutes, until Hector grew tired of holding a scowl on his face for so long.

“Look man, I don’t know why we switched bodies. But the fact is we switched, and we’re just gonna have to live like this while we figure out how to switch back. We can make the best of this.”

“Humph, and how do you expect me to do that?” Dennis scoffed.

“I don’t know! Go wild, I don’t care, my body used to it. Just- loosen up for once and actually enjoy yourself. I promise I’ll hold down the fort here too, you don’t have gotta worry about a thing.”

There was a pause in the conversation again.

“C'mon, gimme a smile,” Hector said. “…Atta boy, I know you had it in you, ya old geezer.”

Weeks had passed since the body swap happened. At first, Hector had assumed that swapping back would be as easy as the initial swap. He was dead wrong, for the Me & You challenge had once again erased itself from both of their phones.

Dennis had instructed Hector to tell his tech savvy son to do some hacking, but no matter how hard Damien tried, he could not relocate the body swapping filter. Dennis grew more and more worried while Hector worked harder to keep him optimistic, though even he knew that eventually they’d have to just give up.

As time went on, Hector had fully embraced his new dad look. He hated that he had lost so many years due to his new older age, but that only motivated him to take control of his life again. Dennis made him swear not to make any drastic changes and Hector kept his word. Instead of reverting back to his old look, he decided to amp up Dennis’ silver fox look. He dyed his eyebrows, he touched up his hair, and he even worked out like there was no tomorrow. Soon enough, Hector’s new body was the epitome of refined, mature youth again.

Hector never told Dennis’ family about the whole body swap situation per his request. But acting as Dennis was a breeze for Hector. He had no problem keeping up with the responsibilities of being a husband, a father, and a radio show host. He even improved the latter as his cheery disposition as a host caused Dennis’ viewer counts to go up. Something Dennis hadn’t seen in years. The twins had no problem with their new dad either, as Hector was much more fair as a father than Dennis. His wife Charlotte loved his “new attitude” too, though Hector had a feeling Charlotte’s approval might’ve had something to do with the earth shattering, lip quivering, soul shaking orgasms he’d give her every weekend. If Hector knew how to do anything, it was how to indulge in pleasure.

As for Dennis, he too learned how to adjust into his new younger body. Granted, the newfound youth helped him settle in much quicker than he expected. Dennis no longer had to deal with back aches and frequent headaches now. Plus, he didn’t really have much to take on by himself as Hector didn’t have very many obligations. He was a carefree, single man who loved the minimalist lifestyle. Dennis took full advantage of his new situation and allowed himself to go wild, just as Hector had suggested.

Soon enough, Dennis had started looking at the world in a more positive light again. Hector’s optimism was rubbing off on him. It was a fair tradeoff for Hector too, however, as Dennis put himself to work whenever he wasn’t wilding out. He helped build up Hector’s financial stability, and soon enough, Dennis had built up some luxuries for Hector to return to once they swapped back as a thank you gift.

“You sure you’re doing alright?” Hector asked Dennis over the phone. The two made it a habit to check in every other week if not every week.

“Of course I am, I’ve honestly never been better!”

“Really? I’m glad to hear that, things on my side are pretty great too. Not gonna lie man, you have a hot body. Not saying I wanted to switch bodies, but if I had to, I’m glad I got to do it with a handsome DILF like you.”

“Heh, you took the words right out of my mouth, Hector. I’d say the same about you, I’m loving it here!”

“Haha, oh yeah? You like what you see?”

“I love it,” Dennis answered. He laid down as he talked on the phone.

“Well, I’m glad I got you to relax a little. We could all use a change in perspective every now and then.”

Hector and Dennis shared a laughed together over the phone.

“Are you ready for me, Big Boy?”

Dennis felt a hand smack his ass. He turned his head and smiled.

“Alright, it’s been nice talking to you, but I gotta go- ahh!!”

Dennis dropped the phone when he felt himself getting penetrated. First the tip entered his hole slowly, then he took the entire length with a steady thrust, causing his virgin walls to expand.

Hector smirked as he heard a moan coming from the phone.

“Alright, Dennis, you dirty old dog. You have fun now, just remember to breath and relax as you ride, okay? Talk soon!”

Hector hung up the phone and then proceeded to head to the master bedroom where Charlotte was already naked and waiting for him.

******

Meanwhile…

…Inside a run down apartment building in the middle of some shady neighborhood, there was one apartment whose two residents were still up at 3 in the morning. In the dark living room lit only by a computer screen sat a hefty young man with glasses as he fiddled away at his high end laptop. Something he had stolen only a couple weeks prior.

“Hey, Josh, check this out. Someone used the program again,” the guy beckoned to the other person in the room. He was much thinner, and with dyed red hair.

“What? But I thought you said Tiktok already took it down,” the red haired guy said as he walked over to his computer friend.

“It was, but someone’s used it to swap. Some guy named Dennis McIntyre from Colorado, and some other guy named Hector Casco from California.”

“Holy shit… do you know what this means, Will?” the red haired guy grew elated. “People like what we’ve made, and they want to use it. How many swaps are we at now?”

“Mmm… Counting the last one, we’re at 214 now,” Will read off of his screen.

“Yup, that settles it, we gotta re-upload the program. This is amazing! People really wanna use our little app!”

Josh celebrated while Will sat in silence in front of his computer. Josh’s excitement died down when he saw that his friend didn’t share the same feeling.

“What’s up with you? This is literally everything we’ve worked for and you’re not happy about it?”

“I don’t know, Josh… I’m worried… I mean, we’re at 200+ swaps and so far nothing really bad has happened. But… how much further can we go before we get caught? Our luck is bound to run out eventually!”

Josh only laughed while Will wiped the sweat beads forming on his forehead.

“Already a step ahead of you, bud. We just gotta take the program to the next level if we don’t wanna get caught, and I know exactly how to do it too.”

Josh leaned into Will’s ear and whispered something. As he talked, Will’s frown morphed into a mischievous smile.

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Jailbreak

A bell attached to the liquor store entrance chimed as Alfonso De La Torre walked in with heavy feet. The tattooed young man kept his head down, only raising his head once to give the clerk an acknowledging nod of the head. Alfonso walked straight to the back of the store where all the various beers were displayed behind a glass door. 

Alfonso opened the door and plucked out an ice cold can of Modelo. He then walked to the clerk with the beer in one hand and a $5 dollar bill in the other. Alfonso placed the bill on the counter and slid it under the safety glass to the clerk. 

“Keep the change, I won’t need it,” Alfonso said. The clerk merely nodded his head as he rang him up. He had known Alfonso since he first moved into town a decade ago. The clerk knew that when it came to a guy like Alfonso, it was better to just smile and nod than to ask questions. The less he knew, the less likely he’d get called to the witness stand one day. 

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Side Business

It was another peaceful Saturday afternoon when I was sitting by the window enjoying a late breakfast of cinnamon oatmeal with banana slices. I knew I had to go into work soon, but I had been trying this new thing where I slowed down and enjoyed the smaller joys of life lately. 

I’ve been pretty stressed for a while now. My friend Jojo and I have been splitting the rent for a single bedroom apartment for the past half of a year now. Although we’ve been able to stay afloat, I’d be lying if I said we weren’t struggling. We’re basically living from check to check with little money leftover. One stroke of bad luck and we’re going under. We had been lucky thus far, but our good luck had just ended when Jojo got laid off last week. My manager was kind enough to let me pick up double shifts at work, but even then it wasn’t enough money! We had just scraped by for this month’s rent. The next month will come before we know it and we don’t even have half yet!

I sighed as I finished the last few bites. All the double shifts had started catching up to me. I was tired even after sleeping in. I knew Jojo said he was gonna find a way to make money quickly. I told his dumbass not to do anything stupid or illegal, as I knew he had often joked about becoming a whore, but apparently his big idea was to start some kind of OnlyRentals account. He was explaining it to me how it worked, and it sounded pretty stupid if I’m being honest. Exactly what I told him not to do.

I walked into our bedroom and saw Jojo sleeping soundly in just his boxed in bed. 

“Must be nice…” I muttered to myself. 

I rummaged through my things trying to find a clean pair of socks. Jojo began tossing and turning in his bed. Oh no! Poor thing, I was probably making too much noise for the light sleeper to sleep… So I went ahead and slammed the drawers as I searched for my clothes. If I didn’t get to sleep in till 1, neither did he!

I eventually found everything I needed and proceeded to get dressed for the long work day ahead. Jojo was still laying sprawled out on his bed. I was surprised I didn’t wake him up, it usually didn’t take much to wake him. But there he laid, motionless and asleep.

In the brief moment between taking off my underwear and putting on clean ones Jojo let out a loud, raspy gasp. I stood there, naked and confused, and stared at him. I had never heard him make that kind of noise before. I wasn’t sure whether to check on him or just ignore it. As I stood there thinking of what to do, Jojo let out another noise. It sounded like he was choking and struggling to breathe. 

“Oh shit, Jojo!!” I shouted as I ran to him. I was gonna grab and start shaking him, but I hesitated when he started thrashing around on his bed. He was flailing around erratically and endlessly. I stood there, watching him. I didn’t know what to do! I had never been in that kind of situation!

Then, out of nowhere, Jojo’s eyes opened. I saw how bloodshot his eyes were. I took a step back at the sight of it. Jojo started arching upwards too. It looked painful, seeing him stretch like that… He was still gasping while all this happened too. This disturbing sight continued for a few seconds that felt like an eternity, then Jojo slammed back down to his bed, as motionless as before he started flailing. 

I stood there, hand against my beating heart, trying to process everything that had just happened. It felt like I had just witnessed a man have a seizure and then have it resolved by itself! 

After another brief pause, Jojo’s eyes opened again. They weren’t bloodshot this time, they looked as white as ever. He rolled out of his bed, and began to look and feel around his body. 

“Jojo…? You feeling alright?” I whispered. Jojo probably didn’t hear me, as he proceeded to take off his boxers instead, leaving him fully nude as he continued to flex and show off.

I averted my eyes. Jojo and I were close, but not that kind of close! He reminded me I was still naked, and I began scrambling for something to cover my junk with. I felt myself getting hot in the face too… What the fuck is with him? Jojo had always valued his body after all the hard work he put in the gym to get it, but he was never self-indulgent about it! Seeing him admire himself like this was fucking weird! 

I turned slightly to look at him, and of course he was still just admiring his body. Even worse, I could see that he was starting to get hard too. I looked away again.

Ugh, why is he acting like this!? At least I had the decency to wait until he was out of the room if I was gonna pull some weird masturbation shit like this!

I had finally found something long enough to cover up with. I held the shirt I found against my junk, and turned back to Jojo with a scowl on my face.

“Hey, Jojo!!” 

Jojo stopped whatever he was doing after I shouted at him. He turned to look at me, and gave me a look of confusion. As if somehow I was in the wrong for interrupting him!

“What the fuck is wrong with you!? First you have me busting my ass trying to get enough money to keep this shitty ass apartment while you’re just fucking around being a lazy fatass!!”

I had enough of him, I was gonna let him have it. I wanted to yell until I physically couldn’t anymore, but I was interrupted by the sound of my phone going off. It wasn’t my normal notification sound, it was the one specifically for bank notifications. I reached out and grabbed my phone. I opened it, and nearly dropped it at the sight of the message.

“Holy sh- 600 dollars!?” I shouted. I tried to make sense of it in my head but I couldn’t. Who would just Venmo us $600 just like that out of nowhere!?

“I paid good money to rent out this body, you know,” Jojo said. I turned back to look at him, still confused as ever. He only sighed after our eyes met. “OnlyRental? Ring a bell?”

It clicked in my head after he said that. Jojo did explain that OnlyRental was a place to rent out bodies, but I thought it was just a metaphor! Like some kind of euphemism for sex work, not literally renting out bodies!!

“So… uh, you’re not Jojo?” I asked.

“No, just a guest, and oh boy am I loving it here!” he flexed his biceps again, and his hardening cock pointed up too.

“Man, put that thing away, I don’t wanna see Jojo naked.”

“But I do,” he smirked as he wrapped a hand over Jojo’s thick cock. He smacked his lips as he began to jerk off, his hand going up and down Jojo’s lengthy member. I could hear his vigorous stroking as he began panting and moaning. He looked at me with eyes filled with lust, and that was my cue to leave.

“Okay, thanks for the money but this is Jojo’s work, not mine!” I quickly grabbed my clothes and ran out the room. It looked like Jojo and his client (his client in Jojo’s body I guess) needed some alone time anyway.

…And that was the story of the first client (and the run-in I had with him) Jojo had with his new line of work. It took some getting used to, but hey, at least money wasn’t our biggest problem anymore. I had to make myself scarce while Jojo had a visitor, but luckily they were always more interested in him anyway.

If Jojo keeps making steady money through OnlyRental, we might even be able to move out soon! I didn’t know if Jojo was open to the idea, but that conversation would have to wait until after he’s back in control. I saw him pulling out of the building’s parking garage, off to go earn another few hundred for renting out his body. Whatever pays the bills I guess.

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Adventures in Bodtswapping #13

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Adventures in Bodtswapping #13

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Love it!

Adventures in Bodyswapping #6

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Serum - Tourists are easy targets

I found this Russian ex-pat in the streets of Saigon on holiday and started to follow him. He was to be my ticket out of Vietnam to Europe. He clearly was a former athlete due to obvious heavy steroid use. When his back was turned to me, I injected Serum into his buttocks. He yelped and turned toward me with the purpose of attacking, but the Serum ran its course, and the man was unconscious. I laid the man on his stomach and entered him as the instructions were for merging. I didn’t like his heavy Slavic face, so I pushed the head to the chest. Going from 5’ to 6’4” is disorienting. A plus in this merger is that my tiny Asian balls combined with his shrivelled steroid abused balls equal huge ones producing tons of baby batter. Even my dick is easily 7 to 8 inches long when soft. He has a passport of the United Kingdom, and there, his name, well mine now, is Vlad Markov. Well, I better get to the hotel to find out when my flight to my new home will leave.

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All the plan is going according to plan. Steal the bank, get captured and then switch bodies with a police officer. Now my mission starts. I am certain that the big boss will be so grateful of all the help that I would be able to provide from the inside.

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Nacho Business (a Next Door Boy tale)

When Brent and I took that photo together, we hadn’t switch bodies just yet. In Sierra Vista, there were not many opportunities to be hired in well-paying jobs, especially as a Latino American. So when Brent offered me a job and didn’t hesitate to stand beside me as equal human beings, I accepted with a smile on my face.

Brent was the manager of the gas station and had worked his way to the top since he was teen. He was a good leader and spent many hours at work and many more at the gym. He knew he looked good, but it was part of his image. 

I was hired to many stay in the backrooms. In this conservative part of town, I as a brown-skinned resident had to avoid intimidating the sensitive customers. But my work ethic and leadership skills didn’t go unnoticed by management. Brent gave me more responsibilities and eventually I was assistant manager. We handled the store well. Of course, matters of race always deferred to him. If a customer couldn’t converse with me without dipping into casual racism, Brent stood up to the plate and shouldered the responsibility. Not only was his race a help, but also his charisma and built body. He could smooth talk any woman down.

Eventually it came to light that Brent was skimming money off the top of business. Higher ups came down harder than a heatwave in the desert. They gave him an ultimatum: resign or face a lawsuit.

Brent tried his hardest to fight back. He claimed he was the face of the store. No one would shop there when a Mexican was in charge. And I realized his kindness was a mask. He saw me nothing more than my race.

 But the owners of a multi-billion dollar franchise wouldn’t passively let a racist prick steamroll them with threats. They offered me the position of being the face of the store, and when I accepted, they forced the agency Next Door Boy to do a permanent swap of me and Brent.

I didn’t think they meant I would be the literal face of the store. I wore Brent for over a year now. I take more time off after becoming him. I love heading to the gym and bench pressing a fuck ton of weight. I get compliments from guys all the time. I never liked Brent’s douche bag tats, but it helps with picking up the ladies. With my managerial skills, I managed to get the store into top shape. I donate money to various charities around town. It’s my aim to reduce the racial troubles around here, and while I get to reap the benefits of the white lifestyle, I still try my beset to help Brent in my body.

It’s really despicable what they did to Brent. They practically wiped his mind clear. He lost most of his mathematical talent, literacy, and confidence. He acts the part of the uneducated, timid Hispanic worker. I try my best to help him. We go out for drinks and hang out playing pool. He gets crap occasionally for being Latino, but I manage to protect him. He practically worships me since he only vaguely knows he used to be me. He had begged me for his body back, but it’s out of my hands. I catch him checking me out when I change into my employee uniform, but I don’t think he’s gay. He must be dreaming of these biceps or the six pack abs he worked so hard on. A few times he tried to lecture me on how to run the store. I told him it wasn’t his business. A few of the other employees jokingly tell him “nacho business.” They don’t mean it maliciously, and I find myself saying it too. I feel maybe I’ve lost myself in this white hunk. Maybe I will  ask the company to give Brent his intelligence back. That way I don’t feel so guilty.

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A NEW BEGINNING (History of male possession)

I was a retired man, I had years that I did not feel any motivation but recently cleaning the basement of my parents' house I found a strange trunk in which there were many books on occultism and witchcraft, I was quite interested in one where I explained a spell that allowed me to have a permanent body, I began to read more about the subject since I was bored of this monotonous and lonely life

I looked in the mirror and I hated myself I really wanted a change of life, so I started reading more and more the books I had found at my parents' house, when it was about 9 at night I decided to take a break and turn on the TV to watch the news and see what was happening in the city, that's when I saw it, God I can't describe what I really felt at that time.

They were the local news presenter Mario, he was really handsome so I put my eyes on him, I decided at that moment that he was the type of person I wanted to be, so that same night I put my plan in place I couldn't waste any more time, it was now or never.

After so much reading I found a good spell which said that if I wanted to transport my soul to another container body first I would have to take a liquid that I clearly prepared, when I finished taking it I felt as if something would come off from me, I did not take importance and I was disappointed this did not work, or so I thought, I went to my lonely and cold room, surrendered I went to bed ready to wake up the next day and face another miserable day in my body.

At approximately 5 in the morning I woke up and began to shudder this was painful but at the same time exciting I could not describe what I felt my whole body detached from me, until everything stopped because from one moment to the next I was outside me, seeing my lonely body in bed with no one inside, when I closed my eyes and thought it was a dream I came back to reality and suddenly I was in a dressing room, from a television station, when they opened the door, I saw him it was him, Mario was alone and he could not see me, here was the opportunity

When he sat on a chair from there to see the messages on his phone I decided to take advantage and I became a kind of soul and I entered through his mouth, he began to moan from the pain he felt when I entered his body, this was unbearable for him, he moaned too much in that tight gray suit, when it was finally over, I opened my eyes and God everything had worked it was Mario, finally he could not believe it.

I took off the suit I couldn't stand that pressure, I turned on his phone to see me and here he is, that reflection was mine, his body shuddered and suddenly I felt a lump in the crotch, he was really gifted and I knew that I was not going to waste it this was incredible, but I had to control myself since now it was him and I had to present the news so I put on my suit and went out to the news forum, this was a very exciting experience.

There I was sitting ready to present the news and to be my first time doing this I didn't do anything wrong, it seems that my luck is changing, I don't regret having done this.

When my work ended I went to Mario's apartment, tonight I was expecting something wonderful.

I changed my clothes to something more casual, his apartment was warm and very luxurious, nothing compared to the horrible house in which he lived, I was always gay but I didn't admit it so Mario will be a star in the gay bar that we will go to in Mexico City, I can't wait for the new experiences you will live. This body is beautiful, I can't stop looking at my crotch and that wonderful lump that is now mine.

Here I am living my life to the fullest like Mario, owning his body was the best decision I made in my life, every day in it is better than the past

I don't stop masturbating at night when I leave work with that suit and those silk socks that I wear, I never thought this would have come true so now I believe more than ever that miracles do exist, if not who more than that book would have given me the key to happiness.

That was all I'm late and I have a gay encounter through the grindr app.......