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Resident Cumdump

Happy 100 followers! Straight Jock —> Muscle Himbo. Thanks for the love, dudes. Everyone here depicted is 18+.

“Hey bro is it alright if we just cum on your face real quick?” 

“Hmmph?” Dave garbled in his sleep, hearing his frat president Chad in his ear. “Hmm ya—sure. Wait— WHAAA?!” Dave sputtered, but it was too late as his face and mouth were drowned in cum. 

“What the FUCK!?” The jock screamed, cum dripping from his brow. His new frat brothers all held him down chuckling dumbly above him.  

“Don’t worry brother. All good. Me and the other brothers have been talking. We like you, we really do, but last year we lost our resident cumdump. It’s time we make another.” Chad smirked. Dave realized the thick built frat president was still stroking his thick cock…as if he hadn’t yet cum. 

This had to be a nightmare. Dave struggled as his brothers held him down with their jock arms.  

“Fuck bro, I’ve been saving this load since the last full moon when we released your predecessor from his duties…he’s still a total cock hound, but at least he can think about more than JUST cock now. Mmmphh. Fuck I hope you’re ready slut. This is gonna be a wild four years for you! UUUuuhggGGHUuugghh!”  

Chad came with a fury, his cum covering Dave’s face and chest.  

“Bro what the FUCK?!” Dave yelled again. He pushed harder against his fraternity brothers, but their might was unrelenting.  

“Now the magic begins.” Chad leered down at the newest member of their frat. He walked over to the large window in Dave’s room and with a flourish his muscular arm pulled back the curtain. Bright moonlight poured in, covering each of the brothers. The air became heavy. Thick with the musk of Dave’s frat bros. Then Dave felt it. The cum that covered his hairy body. It felt like it was…vibrating. 

“ ex semine nostro renascis, ut hominibus in perpetuum servias.”

Slowly the chanting began. Deep rumbling from each of Dave’s brothers. The semen began to coat every inch of Dave’s body, glowing and rippling in the moonlight. Dave began to lift into the air. Levitating as his brothers again began to stroke their cocks forming a circle jerk around him.  

He began to moan uncontrollably as the semen covered his cock and balls. He was now fully encased in the glowing mass of cum. He looked down just in time to witness his cock and balls pulse and grow. He was already above average, but now they swelled to obscene proportions, in fact his whole body began to pulse and grow.  

His arms swelled to the size of footballs, veiny and full. His chest grew so large it began to obscure the lower half of his body. His freshman 15 beer gut gave way to cobbled, striated abs. Cum gutters formed a perfect V to thick, powerful thighs. His calves were diamond cut and his feet grew to size 12s. 

His moaning grew deeper at the final swell that hit his body. His ass ballooned in size, growing to power lifter proportions. Fat and muscley. The intensity he felt from his hole made him writhe and squirm in the air. The deep chanting of his brothers grew louder and louder. He felt his hole begin to pulse and puff out. Hungry. Wet. Waiting. 

For all the sexual pleasure Dave felt, his new, fat cock remained soft and constantly leaking. His egg sized balls pulsed from the erotic bliss emanating from his ass. 

“This has to be a dream.” Dave moaned. “It has to be…”

“So why not just indulge in it?” A foreign voice in his mind reasoned. With that his moans grew louder. His body pulsed and writhed in the moonlight. His hole winked, longing to be filled. The chanting from his brothers grew and swelled in tandem with the pleasure resonating from his perfect muscle ass. 

“Fuckkk. Oh FUCK. What’s happening to me?! I want you. All of you! Fuuuuuckkk!” 

Blinding light filled the room as Dave began to come. His ass vibrating and sending shockwaves through his body. His long, thick, flopping cock releasing an endless stream of cum. His brothers joined him, spewing load after load all over his levitating muscular body, groaning and bellowing in celebration of their newest fraternity slut.

“Congratulations Dave, you’re now Kappa Omega Kappa’s resident himbo cumdump.” Chad leered.

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Host Log: Dance

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Host Log: Dance

A Host Log Story

Shit! This can't be happening, not now!

Just a second ago, I was in my room studying for a calculus exam for the college, and suddenly, I was here. I didn't really know what was happening. The neon lights hitting my face dazzled me, the music blared loudly, making even my heart pound like a drum. It wasn't the first time, and it certainly wouldn't be the last that I jumped into a body without warning, but the first few minutes in a new body were always confusing, no matter how many times I'd done it.

When my eyes adjusted to the light, I noticed a dark, enclosed space. There were people sitting or standing on what appeared to be a stage. Had I switched with a singer? Wait, where was that air coming from?

As soon as I looked down, I gulped. I was wearing nothing but a tight thong, and there were even a couple of dollars inside it. Holy shit, I ended up in the body of a go-go dancer. I froze for a moment as I tried to think. The music continued to play like thumps, the confused glances of more than one audience member, even questions under their breath.

Shit. I was just passing through this body, and I couldn't ruin it. It wasn't my life or my reputation at stake, but it was up to me. I closed my eyes for just a moment, taking a slow breath before letting my body move.

At first, I felt clumsy, just going through random movements like a gym routine, but the stunned stares of all the men watching me inevitably brought a mocking smile to my face. I began to become more aware of myself, or rather, of the body I now inhabited. I was too confused at first to notice how good it looked.

I could feel his fat buttocks, which bounced again and again at the slightest movement, wrapped in that tight underwear, his pecs, big and juicy, or his biceps. I felt like I could carry at least 30 kg without any problem, and then his sweaty skin... That place probably didn't have the slightest ventilation, so the scent of my own sweat, the drinks, and everything else you can imagine was gathering in a whirlwind that hit my nose, leaving me euphoric.

I shook my hips again and again, also feeling my new tool harden and begin to press against the fabric, which made them scream like crazy. I flexed my new arms, letting them widen so they could speak for themselves, my shiny skin (I didn't know if it was from oil or sweat itself) making me sparkle like a damn disco ball.

I never thought I'd feel that euphoria. I mean, I think my original body is handsome, but not enough to encourage me to build a career around people watching me dance and slide wads of cash into my clothes. So experiencing this was definitely a delight, seeing them drool over me, opening their wallets for me, one wink and I was practically on the floor, fainting. The exchange took me by surprise, no doubt, and there was still the worry of passing that exam... But hey, how many times would I get the chance to be in someone like that's skin? With these huge muscles...

By this point, it was as if "my" body was remembering its body memory; the beat of the music alone made me move from side to side, with my thick legs shaking to the beat. I could crack a coconut in the middle of these things! And shit, the stench... I didn't know if it was the euphoria of the moment or if this guy had some guilty pleasure with his scent (it wouldn't be the first time this happened), but it was clouding my mind more and more. Like feeling a need that grew stronger with more insistence.

I couldn't hold back any longer. I reached into my tool, feeling the dampness of the thick piece and the balls that accompanied it, stained and impregnated with sweat. I pulled my hand out to smell my fingers with a smile. I was fascinated by the stench, so strong and intense, rancid and delicious...

I thought maybe the audience would be scandalized, maybe they'd kick me off the stage, but instead, they let out more euphoric screams, slipped more wads of bills, and swiped their eager hands over every inch of this borrowed body (shit, I wish I could take the money with me when I return to my body...)

I was about to keep dancing, almost thinking about throwing myself on the floor to shake this new, huge, juicy "cake" I was now carrying behind me. But then I met another guy's gaze. He looked quite cute, with his messy black hair and elegant demeanor, looking at me curiously with a slight smile on his lips. My heart pounded, it was almost as if I was freezing again. I had no idea where this guy was, who he was, or why he seemed to captivate me so much.

And I mean, don't get me wrong, it's not like I don't know a good-looking guy when I see him. But I've been in other bodies so many times and had to fake it in front of boyfriends, husbands, casual encounters, or friends with "fidgety" hands, but now it was different. This guy was so...

It felt like everything was spinning around me, and from one moment to the next, I was back in my dorm, my calculus textbook in front of me. Shit.

I sighed, leaning back on the table. It was clear there was no point in even complaining. I was resigned, but the image of that guy still wouldn't leave my mind... Why?

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Matteo used to be a normal academic-oriented student before he found that fleshlight inside the bathroom next to the library he frequented. He was disgusted at first upon finding the obscene item plugged to the wall of the quiet corner stall. Yet, as if possessed or lulled by a force greater than him, curiosity got the best of him and a mere finger circling the gaping, sticky plastic hole turned into a full-blown assault as he thrusted his dick in and out of the fleshlight.

Little did Matteo know, it was a corrupted item that soon caused him to be infected with the goon virus that re-wired his brain to a fully-functioning gooner, ready to spread its influence by tapping into the infected's utmost desire. Matteo's biggest desire? To be able to live as someone else much more interesting than him, and the virus amplified that by tweaking his cells into a malleable form that can then takeover any body he desired by just chanting their name and zeroed in his focus to the body he wanted to takeover. That's how he ended up possessing Jayson, and yet, Jayson is not the only hotties around he envied

And what makes it sweeter is the fact that none of them, not even the wise Coach Burley or the fucking bull of a mental giant Louis would be able to tell what hit them and take their bodies over, and how much Matteo's possession altered their psyche in the long run.

Let's just say, like a virus that leave behind a permanent imprint on its target, Matteo is exactly that thanks to the cursed fleshlight, and he's starting to see the result of his handiwork as he already affect the star QB judging on that goon-tard pose he pulled off for this season's photoshoot

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These are archived stories from the old Yahoo! Groups Body Swap and Transformation Groups. I take no credit for any of them.

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The Distance

Ethan and Damian had been together for three years, but now, with work pulling them in different directions, they found themselves living in different cities. Their daily routine had shifted to frequent texts, video calls, and, most importantly, selfies. It was their way of keeping the spark alive, seeing each other's faces and bodies in playful, intimate snapshots that reminded them of what they were missing. Ethan would send his soft, understated poses, while Damian, being bolder, would send selfies with his arms flexed or behind his head, a look of pride in his eyes.

The long distance had been tough, though. No matter how many selfies they shared, Ethan found it hard not to miss the way Damian felt in his arms, his stocky build, and that familiar, rugged scent.

One day, as Ethan came home from work, he saw a package waiting at his doorstep. It was from Damian. The note inside was brief but personal: "Hope this gift helps you remember me every time you use it."

Curiosity piqued, Ethan opened the package. Inside was something unexpected—a full-body suit. But not just any suit. As he lifted it out of the box, he realized it was Damian. The suit was designed to look exactly like Damian’s body—broad shoulders, muscular arms, and even a beard that seemed too real to be synthetic. Ethan was speechless. The texture was eerily similar to Damian’s skin, the build felt right, and even the scent lingered.

Ethan chuckled to himself, already knowing what Damian had in mind. His hands shook slightly as he pulled the suit closer, feeling the weight of it. The inner lining was smooth and cool against his skin. Slowly, he stepped into it, starting with his legs. The suit stretched over his slender thighs, bulking them up as they matched Damian's muscular shape. He worked it over his hips and torso, each part of his body now transforming into a replica of Damian's stocky, powerful form.

As Ethan slid his arms into the suit, he noticed the muscles in the suit pressing against his skin, filling out the fabric. His arms were suddenly thick and toned, just like Damian’s. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and paused. It was surreal. There, staring back at him, was the image of Damian—his broad shoulders, chest, and arms. The detail in the suit was incredible, down to the faint scars and freckles that Ethan had memorized from running his hands over Damian’s body.

Then came the final step—the mask. Ethan lifted it up, hesitating for a moment before pulling it over his head. It fit snugly, but not uncomfortably. His curly hair disappeared under the mask, replaced by Damian's shorter, thick hair. The mustache Ethan once wore was now replaced with Damian's full beard. Ethan blinked, adjusting to the feeling of the suit completely enveloping him.

He turned back to the mirror. He was Damian. From the stocky, muscular build to the confident glint in his eyes. Ethan flexed his new biceps, mirroring the pose Damian often sent in his selfies—the one where he raised his arms above his head, flexing with an exaggerated, almost douchey face. He struck another pose, this time hands on his hips, chest puffed out, just as Damian would. It was bizarre, yet oddly comforting. For the first time in months, Ethan felt like Damian was right there with him.

He grabbed his phone and started snapping selfies, imitating every pose Damian had sent him over the past few months. Flexing, smirking, even that goofy pose where he held his arms behind his head, showing off his muscular frame with a cocky smile. Ethan couldn't help but laugh, sending the photos back to Damian with a simple message: "How did I do?"

Ethan stared at the last selfie he had just taken, flexing in the exact way Damian always did. It felt bizarrely natural—like he could embody Damian perfectly now that he had the suit on. As the thought sank in, an idea crept into his mind. What if he went out for the night as Damian? He’d been feeling the distance for months, missing not just Damian’s body but his presence—the way he carried himself, the easy confidence, the way his laugh could fill a room. Maybe this was his chance to feel close to him in a way he hadn’t since they’d been apart. A solo date—as Damian. Ethan looked into the mirror again, adjusting the collar of the shirt he was now wearing over the suit. The fabric clung to Damian’s muscular build, which Ethan was now wearing like a second skin. He rolled his shoulders back, mimicking Damian’s usual swagger. Ethan knew Damian's mannerisms by heart—the way he always took long strides, head slightly tilted back, a subtle grin on his face as if he were in on a private joke the world hadn’t caught onto yet. With a smirk, Ethan grabbed Damian’s favorite jacket—a leather one that added to his tough exterior—and slipped it over his shoulders. "Alright," he muttered to himself, adjusting his voice to match Damian's deep, rumbling tone. "Let’s see what this feels like." He stepped outside, the evening air cool against the suit, but he felt warm—strangely invigorated. The town felt different from this new perspective. Ethan made his way down the street toward a small bar that he and Damian had always loved, a spot they used to frequent for casual dates. He walked with a bit of Damian���s usual swagger, head held high, hands in his pockets, exuding confidence in every step. His body moved like Damian’s now, with the natural ease and slight cockiness that came from years of being in the body of someone who knew exactly how to draw attention. He arrived at the bar, and the moment he stepped inside, he noticed the glances. He hadn’t fully expected it, but people were looking. Damian had always turned heads wherever he went, and now he was the one drawing those looks. Ethan felt a jolt of excitement—being in Damian’s skin was empowering. He slid up to the bar, leaning casually against it, and gave the bartender a nod. “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, giving him the kind of glance Damian often got—one of appreciation, or maybe even slight intimidation. “Whiskey,” Ethan said, his voice deep and gruff like Damian’s. It felt strange, but thrilling, to speak like this.

As Ethan nursed his whiskey, leaning casually against the bar like Damian always did, he felt a sense of ease wash over him. For the first time since Damian had sent the suit, he wasn’t just wearing it—he was Damian. The muscles, the swagger, the attitude... It all felt right. But then the test came, a test Ethan hadn't anticipated.

“Damian?” a voice called from behind him.

Ethan stiffened, his heart skipping a beat. Slowly, he turned around, locking eyes with a tall, athletic man wearing a friendly grin. It was Tyler, one of Damian’s old friends. Ethan’s mind raced. They had met once, briefly, but Ethan doubted Tyler would recognize him now, not with the suit on. But Tyler knew Damian—his speech patterns, his mannerisms. If Ethan wasn’t convincing enough, the jig would be up in an instant.

“Hey, man!” Tyler approached, clasping Ethan on the shoulder in a familiar way. “Haven’t seen you around in a minute. Thought you moved out of town.”

Ethan forced a smirk, pulling on Damian’s casual, confident tone. “Nah, just been busy with work. You know how it is.”

Tyler laughed. “Same old Damian. You still hitting the gym every morning, huh? Don’t know how you keep this bulk on with that schedule of yours.”

Ethan flexed his arm slightly, mimicking the way Damian always responded to compliments about his build. “Gotta keep up the routine, man,” he replied with a cocky grin, trying to mirror Damian’s playful energy.

Tyler nodded approvingly and ordered a drink. The conversation continued, but Ethan was hyper-aware of every word, every gesture. He mimicked Damian’s relaxed, yet confident posture, nodding when Tyler talked about their shared gym sessions, even throwing in some gym lingo that he remembered from Damian. Ethan felt the tension rise with every interaction, but Tyler didn’t seem to notice anything off.

“So, what’re you doing here tonight, man?” Tyler asked, taking a sip of his beer. “Thought you were more of a date-night guy when you came to this place.”

Ethan swallowed, maintaining his Damian-like composure. “Ah, you know, just thought I’d fly solo tonight. Needed a break, some time to clear my head.”

Tyler gave him a knowing look. “Right, right. Well, don’t go too long without seeing your man. You’re a lucky bastard, and you know it.”

Ethan laughed, playing along, though it was a bittersweet reminder of Damian’s absence. Tyler clinked his glass against Ethan’s and the two shared a few more laughs, but soon, Tyler’s phone buzzed.

“Gotta run,” Tyler said, giving Ethan a quick pat on the back. “Good catching up, bro. Let’s hit the gym next time you’re free.”

“Yeah, man. Sounds good,” Ethan replied, waving Tyler off.

As Tyler left the bar, Ethan exhaled a long, relieved breath. He had passed. Tyler didn’t suspect a thing. He had impersonated Damian perfectly—his voice, his mannerisms, even the subtle way he moved and spoke. For a brief moment, Ethan wasn’t just wearing Damian’s skin; he was Damian in every sense of the word. It was exhilarating, nerve-wracking, and, oddly, comforting all at once.

Ethan took a sip of his whiskey, the adrenaline still rushing through him. The thrill of having to embody Damian so perfectly left him almost giddy. As he looked around the bar one last time, he realized how easy it had been. He had seamlessly slipped into Damian’s life, impersonating him so convincingly that even Damian’s friend couldn’t tell the difference.

A grin tugged at Ethan’s lips. The suit wasn’t just a way to feel close to Damian—it was a tool, a way to become him whenever Ethan wanted. The possibilities were endless, and for the first time in weeks, he didn’t feel the sting of distance between them.

He sent one final selfie to Damian that night, a stoic look on his face, striking a classic Damian pose—arms up, flexing. Along with the photo, he sent a simple message: I think I’ll be putting this suit to good use babe.

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Victor Turpin

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I Do … in his shoes.

After the "Great Shift" took place, the world was turned upside down, hundreds upon thousands of individuals swapping bodies overnight with no reason being found. Parents, Service workers, teachers, nobody was safe from the "Great Shift", and I was not a exception. I found myself waking up in a dorm room, same shape as my own, but all the décor different from mine. All the computers, circuits and other electronics replaced with Rugby balls and duffel bags. I looked the mirror adjacent to my bed, only to see myself with a different face. A face I knew too well. Bradley's face.

My best friend since secondary school, dorm mate through university, and now, somehow, the body I’d live in. I was tall, nerdy and a computer lover - never one for sports or gym work. Bradley, on the other hand, was the golden boy of Sports strong, confident, charismatic, and just a little cocky. He stood about a head shorter than I had, but with a body sculpted from rugby and resistance training. Waking up that morning, finding myself inside he almost naked, sturdy body, had me complete shock. The feeling between us was mutual. At first, everyone tried to find a reason or fix to the "Great Shift", but as time went on, no solution was found, scientists could not find any reason on why it happened. Overtime, everyone accepted this was life from now on, I did not matter who you were then, it mattered who you were now. Bradley and I were luckier then others, as we swapped with each other who were only a wall away from each other, unlike others who could have swapped with someone from miles away if they are lucky. Bradley and I tried out best to understand and accept our new bodies, finding it hard to not only adapt to the physical differences between us, but also how different our lives where. But after a while, it all snapped, Sports came to me so easily and Bradley went mad with electronics. We talked every day, speaking on our experiences in each other's bodies. The distance between us started to shrink, and so did the walls between us. The more we shared, the closer we got, even after our years of experience with each other. Overtime, we were more inseparable then we ever were before, sicking by each other's side without a moment apart. Everything in our lives just simply came to us easier as we stuck together. At the start, it was hard for us to tell others we ended up in each other's bodies, but after a while, we wore it with pride. We knew each other in and out more then anyone else would. After a while, we started dating, it felt weird at first - loving my own body from the outside, seeing him through his old eyes. But the affection was real, deep, and familiar in a way no one else could replicate.

And nine years later, here we were, no fix in sight, still in love. Standing in front of hundreds of family and friends. Him still wearing my old face, painted in a beige suit. But when I look down at myself in the black tux, seeing his broad shoulders, those strong arms, that ever-present smirk. I realize just how lucky I am. And damn. His body really does look good in a black suit

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Auction Winner

When I heard of that "Body Auction" app thing, I thought it was all some joke some celebrity stirred, or something weirdos did for kicks. It just seemed like an easy way for someone to just donate a lot of money and act like a big deal for an hour or two. I kept seeing ads and tweets and everything else about the app. At the start I thought only fools would use it, but overtime I became more curious about it. I downloaded the app, spent a good 20 minutes looking at people. Then I found him, Marcus. He barely had any bids, but he was at the forefront of my mind. I scanned his description; Three Days, 37 years old, Full control possession. How could I say no to that. I placed the bid, waiting patiently for two minutes, hoping nobody would place a bid last second. Then I woke up, finding myself standing in front of the mirror in a public gym. At first, I thought I was dreaming. Then I flexed, accidentally. “Oh my god,” I whispered, but erupted with a deep voice. I spent a good while in that bathroom, experimenting with my new tanky physique. I couldn't stop grinning. Then again, I couldn't stop moving. I just kept flexing and shifting as I stood, always keeping my eyes locked on myself. I watched my veins pop as they danced around my muscles, filled with blood and testosterone. A hundred words could describe how I was feeling right now; Warm, Powerful, Energetic, Indestructible. it all made it so clear to me why people spent this much money, and typically that was only for a hour or two - You're telling me I am going to look like this for three days? What a deal.

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Shhhhitttt what's happening to me. I cant seem to control my body...I im losing control. It keeps acting on its own...I can't seeeee

*Damn that's better. Fuck dude you are perfect. Im going to have so much fun with the boyfriend tonight. Hope your gay. If not, this will get interesting. God im getting hard already.

I walked over in my new loaner body to the place across the street where my boyfriend should have already hopped into the hot daddy. And there he was

"Hi Daddy" I said smiling at him.

"Hey there Stud" he said in that deep voice "come give Daddy a kiss"

I jumped into his arms and gave him a big old kiss.

"Take me to the back room Daddy" I said while he held me.

He laughed and carried me to the back and began to have his way with me. These two guys were in for a fun time. I know we were

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Topping Off

An ungrateful twink grows into the horndog top he's always wanted. Little different than usual! Very short first person twink to horny cub tf. Hope you enjoy! -Occam

Look all I said to Zane was he could stand to be a little more masc y’know? Is it out of line to want your top to be a man? Be a daddy? I don’t think so, ugh~ Fuck, sorry I’m feeling a little off. A little itchy. 

Okay so I knew he wasn’t as strict top when we started dating but look at me! Girl if you look at me and see vers that’s on you. Gosh there’s that itch again, I just waxed yesterday, it’s not like anything's growing back.

Wait, no. No no- God it’s thicker too… That smell isn’t me is it!? There’s no way my fruity-ass perfume will cover that up, Ugh! I don’t know what roofie Zane slipped me or what but I will not stand for this! Ugh, I think there’s some sweat on my upper lip from sniffing at my pit. God I feel like such a- AH- AHCHOO! 

Ough. My head feels so stuffy now… Wait? That’s not my reflection is it? I’ve got- Is that stubble? I’ve barely had to shave before. Man it’s like a shadow on my face? Am I gonna have to wax my face too? God if my pit hair is already growing back how often am I gonna need to… 

Ugh my freaking head… 

Hmmm~ I meannn? Actually looking at it again, I kinda pull it off? Kindaaa like, giving Daddy? HAH! Jk jk, I do look kinda hot though. I mean if Zane wants me to be more masc, well! That bitch’ll get what he’s asking for! Here, see:

Shit! That’s such a cute pic. Wait- I did NOT notice that fucking fur coat on my chest! Or, no, that's kinda extra. I’ve just never really had chest hair so it’s like, surprising, is all. Hm. Looking at it tho, feeling it even- I kinda wish it was even thicker. 

Like my arms ya? See how it’s like a nice, consistent coat. It’s nice. Makes me feel, uh? Good. Man that smell is getting even stronger. Guess that’s life when you’re not some hairless little bitch though huh? 

Hah! As if I’d know what that’s like. I’ve always been, uh, hairy? I think. God my ass kinda itches, needs something. Where’s Zane when you need him. Ugh. Fuuuck! My head it’s like I’ve got a sinus infection or hangover, fuckinnn’ both even. At the same time. 

That smell helps though, my musk ig. It’s relaxing. Feels right, taking deeper breaths. Smells better every time. Stronger. Like I’m more of a- uhhh. Lost my train of thought. God where is he! I’m feeling pent up all of a sudden. My balls itch, feel heavy. Full. 

I need to bust a nut! Fill his- uhh? Wait no. Get filled by? Ugh. Something’s not right. Something- man this shirt is so tight? Why did I buy a medium tank? Wait A small!? What was I thinking- One ugh- sec. Shit! Fwooh, woah- Thing was about to tear off me by itself! 

Man, when did I even squeeze into that thing? Must’ve been one of, uhh, Zane’s? Or something. Whatever, I’ll toss it. Heh, sweat stained pretty bad. Might as well give it a good sniff. See how my musk ‘s holding up. 

Shitttt that’s the good stuff- Chubbing up on my own b.o. ‘S what it’s all about. Ugh. Feeling a little bloated, prolly just in my head. Itchier than usual too. ‘Slike whenever I scratch my beard or belly another itch pops up on my chest or back or somethin’ dk. Scratchin’ em’s nice tho.

Woah uhhh. Got a little woozy there for a sec. 

Wait!? That my chest hair!? It’s like a solid carpet from my pubes to my neck. God it’s nice to rub. Feels like yesterday my chest hair’d finally grown over my collar and now it’s- well it’s hot is what it is. Connecting with my pits mmm I can’t wait til it finally grows over my shoulders.

Bet yer thirsty to see huh? I mean who wouldn’t be huh? Well don’t let Zane know I’m spreading the love. If that twink didn’t want me to get off on my own he’d fuckin’ be here though! Grruh- Uhgh! Ugh… Don’t mean that, I’m just so horny. Like I haven’t cum in yearsss

Oh uhh, right, the pic.

Ain’t I a fuckin’ stud eh? Hairline’s startin’ to go a bit but that’s the price of being a man. God my pre’s dripping through my shorts. Unnh, that bitch is gonna have to lick my balls clean if he doesn’t show soon. God! My head!

Can’t think a fucking thing. It’s so, so hard. Need to- I need to find something to fffff- Ah! Uggh- Need to get these shorts off they feel so goooaah~ Need Zane… Where is-

“Hey asshole! You ready to apologize now? You’re not getting make up sex until I hear sorry!”

Zane! Zane, back. Need, breed. God I’m drooling unh- I can smell him. I need him. Now. Can’t control. So harddd-

“Jesus babe!? What uhm? Hey hey slow down there! Ohh you smell so, good~ Ah fuck! God have you always had that thing!? Why’d I ever let you bottom!?”

Grruh I don’t- I’d never? Fuck- Just let me- nowwww

“God you’re drooling all- Ow Babe! Biting? Oh fuuuuck you feel so good~ Keep unh going ahh!”

Keep going. Need to keep going. I’ll keep going forever. Keep plowing this little bitch for the rest of my life. Show him what a real top is like. God he’s so tight. Like he was made for my cock. Like I was made to fuck him. Like I- I- fuck. No think unnh, just- just top…

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RENT MONEY

I came home to my roommate Simon sitting on the couch, again. He couldn't hold down a job to save his life. I can only imagine the current excuse.

"Dammit Simon" I yelled "what the fuck happened this time?"

"Bro I swear it wasn't my fault" he tried telling me while making himself the victim. Some story how the boss hated him. Yada yada yada bullshit.

Simon was a very VERY good looking man and could get a job doing anything if he had a better personality. Which got me thinking.

"Simon you know rents due in a few days" I said

"Dude" he said "I dont have it. Is there anyway you can cover me?"

Good, plan working so far

"I can do it" I told him " but you will pay me back"

"Dude as soon as I get a job" he said relieved.

"No" I said "right now"

He looked up at me with a repulsed look on his face "Dude I know your gay but im not sleeping with you for rent"

Ha.....we will see

"No" I said " I need your body"

"My body?" He said confused

"I need you to say that you give me permission to possess your body for the whole weekend."

"Dude is this some stupid paranormal witchy bullshit?" He said "you know i dont believe in it"

"OK, dont believe in it. But if you say it ill give you rent money you dont have to pay me back" I said to him..

It took several minutes and repeating it to him to convince him but I finally had him

"Whatever Bro" he said " I give you permission to possess my body for the weekend, but I'm telling you this is stup..."

I cut him off. I spoke the words I knew for possession I had learned and went to touch him. With a flash I was sucked into him. His body began to convuls as I aligned myself inside him, becoming him and taking over.

"Damn bro" I said with Simon's build " it feels good to be you"

I began to play with my new body. He was definitely bigger than I was, in multiple ways.

After several minutes I was in. I looked down at my now bigger muscle build

I sat and ate some pizza as I decided what I wanted to do as him. It didnt take long for me to decide. I had been getting hard in this body for a while and I knew just what I wanted.

"Simon" I said " I hope you can see and hear all of this because im about to make you very gay"

I downloading all the gay apps to his phone and started messaging guys

This guy thought Simon was hot. He wanted to have his way with him. And away he shall.

"Well Simon i hope all of this was worth the rent. Because let me tell you it is way worth it to me. You can ask for rent anytime if this is what I get"

I was very excited and very aroused about this weekend. The doorbell rang.

"Well time to go let our hookup in. He promises to give you and I a real fun time. Hope you enjoy the gay sex as much as I do Simon"

[mijekr]

He struggled playing hoops and just wanted to fit in with the guys so he wished to be a the best player. The first few days it seemed to be working as intended. A bit taller, certainly stronger, and a better lean build were definitely helping his basketball game. He was also growing more carefree and confident on and off the court. Strange thing was his agility wasn’t getting much better and he was having a harder time thinking on his feet, if anything he was bulking up in a way that wasn’t really conducive to the sport and he had a growing new desire to show off his body rather than his shooting skills. Gradually his basketball skills were actually declining, but oddly he didn’t really care, so long as his body looked good as he flexed with a ball and other dudes noticed. As he mind slowed, cockiness surged, scoring points on the court became a whole lot less important than scoring dudes to fuck. He certainly became a hot player, maybe just not the kind he intended.

So what do you say? Want to play too?

[mijekr]

I could see my Uber pulling up outside. The plain twenty something dude was relatively on time, in the expected grey and slightly weathered sedan, with a decent rating- pretty much what I expected. Didn’t mean I wanted an upgraded ride though. Something I could easily do with my other app.

As the grey faded car slowly pulled up to my door it subtly became glossy and black, its roof streamlining and slowly peeling back, giving me a better view of the interior and the oblivious occupant within. At first nothing about him seemed to change but I had clear ideas in mind. As the car body shifted, so too did its driver. I could see his eyes close and mouth open slightly in a moan as his frame grew subtly fuller and the car continued to streamline itself with its upgrades. Better engine, sexier chassis, more dumb raw horsepower were all pumping through his veins. The driver seat leaned backwards, his baggy shirt dissolving away to reveal a swelling torso, pecs and abs emerging from a once bony frame. Gripping the back of the passenger seat, his shoulders widened, arms thickened, just as the compact car lowered and grew longer. He spread his legs, his sweats dropping down slowly to finally reveal his thickening thighs. As he gripped the back of the passenger seat in growing pleasure the cloth interior of the car shifted from slightly stained grey cloth to black leather, just as his tight boxers retracted into sexy black briefs that hugged a swelling bulge. It only grew larger as the car settled into its final premium upgrades. Heated seats, polished dashboard, thick leather stick shift morphed into place and even from here I could see a dumb horny smile spread across his face.

Finally the roof clicked back and mirrors adjusted, his face and jawline sharp and cocky, hair gaining a dark wind tousled look, and he slid the car to the curb. He adjusted his briefs, leaned back, and waited. Perfect. My ride had arrived.

[mijekr]

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Quick Quills: College Swap

Note: Hello! I’ve started writing some Quick Quills for you guys which are digestible short stories. These are way faster to write. I’m still cooking some longer stories for next time though but at least we have variety! I hope you enjoy this one.  PS. The discord version of this story has nsfw pics. If you would like to read that version, you can find it here: https://discord.gg/mMY9wSu4rS

Quick Quills: College Swap

The moment Professor Grayson opened his eyes, he knew something was wrong. The room spun in a dizzying blur, his head pounding like a drum. He blinked, trying to focus, and caught sight of his hands—hands that weren’t his. Smooth, strong, with veins running like rivers under taut skin. He flexed them, watching the muscles ripple in awe. These aren’t my hands, he thought, and then it hit him. This wasn’t his body either.

He stood up, wobbling slightly on legs that felt both foreign and powerful somehow. The mirror across the room called to him, and he stumbled toward it, his heart racing like a frantic rabbit. When he saw his reflection, his breath hitched. Staring back at him was not his balding, middle-aged self but a young god—chiseled jaw, piercing blue eyes, and a mop of golden hair that screamed vitality.

James. The name came to him like a whisper, though he wasn’t sure how he knew it. James, the jock from his lecture hall. James, who had been sitting in the front row, muscles straining against his too-tight T-shirt, looking like he belonged on a billboard rather than in a psychology class.

Professor Grayson—or rather, now James—ran his hands over his new body. His chest was broad, sculpted, like a work of art. His abs were a washboard, firm and unyielding under his fingertips. He could feel the raw power coursing through him, a vitality he hadn’t felt in decades. His heart raced with a mix of disbelief and exhilaration.

“This… this is incredible,” he muttered, his voice deep and smooth, a far cry from the gravelly tone he was used to.

The phone on the desk buzzed, jolting him out of his reverie. He picked it up, seeing the caller ID flash “Professor Grayson.” For a moment, he hesitated, then swiped to answer.

The screen lit up, and there he was—his old body, bald and wrinkled, with a look of pure panic etched across his face.

“What the hell is going on?” the voice that used to be his demanded, high-pitched and frantic. “What did you do to me?”

Professor Grayson couldn’t help but laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that startled him. “Calm down, James,” he said, savoring the way his new voice wrapped around the words. “We’ll figure this out.”

“Figure this out? I’m trapped in your—your old body! My joints hurt, my back is killing me, and I can’t even see without these stupid glasses! You have to fix this—now!”

Professor Grayson smirked, leaning back against the desk. “We will, James. Soon. But for now, just relax. Enjoy the experience.”

“Enjoy it? Are you kidding me? I’m stuck in this—this carcass! Fix it!”

“I promise, we’ll sort it out,” he said, his tone soothing but firm. “Just give me some time.”

Before James could protest further, he ended the call and tossed the phone onto the bed. The silence that followed was almost deafening. He looked down at his new body, at the muscles that seemed to thrum with life under his skin. He couldn’t help but marvel at it, at the sheer power of it.

Walking over to the mirror again, he stripped off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His chest was a masterpiece, sculpted from stone and sinew. He ran his hands over his pecs, feeling the warmth of his skin, the hardness of muscle beneath. His nipples were small, dark, and incredibly sensitive, sending shivers down his spine as he brushed against them.

He moved lower, tracing the ridges of his abs, his fingertips catching on the faint trail of hair that led down to the waistband of his jeans. His breath hitched as he realized just how alive he felt, how every touch seemed to ignite a fire within him.

Undoing the button of his jeans, he slid them down his legs, revealing a pair of boxer briefs that clung to him like a second skin. He could feel the weight of his arousal already, the heat and pressure building between his legs. With a shaky breath, he pulled off the briefs, letting his cock spring free.

It was a sight to behold—thick, veiny, and impossibly hard. He wrapped his hand around it, his breath catching in his throat as he felt the warmth, the pulse of it in his grip. He gave it a tentative stroke, moaning softly as pleasure shot through him like a lightning bolt.

His eyes fluttered shut as he began to stroke himself in earnest, his hand moving up and down in slow, deliberate motions. The sensations were overwhelming—the way his skin felt so smooth, so alive, the way every touch seemed to send ripples of pleasure through him. He could feel the heat building in his groin, spreading out to his thighs, his stomach, his chest.

His other hand reached up to squeeze his pec, his thumb brushing against his nipple. The dual sensations—of his hand on his cock and his hand on his chest—were almost too much to bear. He moaned louder, his hips thrusting forward into his grip as he lost himself in the pleasure.

The scent of his arousal filled the air, musky and heady, and he breathed it in deeply, savoring it. He could feel sweat starting to bead on his skin, his body heating up with every stroke. His breath came in short, ragged gasps as he moved faster, his grip tightening slightly.

“Oh god,” he moaned, his voice low and guttural. “This is… this is incredible.”

His toes curled against the carpet as he felt the pressure building, the tension coiling tight in his gut. Every nerve in his body seemed to be on fire, every touch sending shockwaves of pleasure through him. He could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with the need for release.

“James,” he breathed, his hand moving faster, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. “James…”

And then it hit him—a wave of pleasure so intense it stole his breath away. His cock pulsed in his hand, ropes of cum shooting out and landing on his stomach, his chest. He moaned, long and loud, his body jerking with the force of his orgasm.

When it was over, he sagged against the wall, his legs trembling, his heart racing. He looked down at himself, at the mess he’d made, and couldn’t help but grin.

“Well, James,” he said, his voice still shaky but filled with satisfaction. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”

The End (?)

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Thirst for Knowledge

Dr James Halifax is a military scientist at the infamous “Area 51.” He was the lead scientist looking after a captured humanoid specimen named Ghattr. He’d started off his career as a normal soldier, but his thirst for knowledge took him down the academic route pretty quickly. Over a period of months, James and Ghattr grew to like and befriend one another. James had made enough discoveries to learn that Ghattr was a low-risk escape candidate. Earth’s atmosphere was not so well-suited for him, and his alien reptilian skin required regular doses of UV light from the sun that couldn’t penetrate our atmosphere in sufficient quantities. As a result, James had special quarters designed and built with strong UV-lights and the like to make Ghattr as comfortable as possible. The hope was that Ghattr would share more of his knowledge if he saw that the scientists wanted to make him as comfortable as possible.

James trusted Ghattr a lot and entered his quarters regulalry to sit with him and talk as they did most days. Ghattr thanked him for the upgraded accommodation and offered to teach him more about his peoples. Ghattr suggested an immersion approach, so to speak, so that James could really learn about his species. James was excited at this opportunity and wanted to learn more of what he proposed. Ghattr started to explain his clothing and showed his alien attire to James, explaining its materials. James in turn explained his uniform and normal fashions for earth. Ghattr proposed they swapped clothing as part of their immersive experience. James agreed and they both began to strip down.

James began to put on Ghattr’s suit. He was astonished by the sheer weight of it. It was incredibly flexible, but felt as heavy as lead. It was tight in several areas, but stretched to a certain extent. James was more muscular than the lean Ghattr, especially around the thighs and shoulders. Ghattr’s species also didn’t have genitalia to speak of, so that caused a level of discomfort too. Ghattr went behind James to seal the suit. The suit quickly felt lighter, less tight, and the pressure on his bulge dissipated. He looked down to see green hands! He heard an ehoey voice “How do you feel? Your hearing is probably not as good as it used to be, am I right?” He turned around to see himself propping himself up against a wall

“It’s my first time in an alien body too and I wasn’t expecting to feel so dizzy straight away.” James now stood at over seven feet tall and examined himself. Ghattr did the same, feeling his soft supple skin and brushing his hair, eyebrows and stubble. He had never had hair follicles before. The two continued to explore their new bodies and Ghattr got dressed in James’s uniform. Ghattr suggested the 2 head outside. He used his new human fingerprints to open the doors to the quarters and they headed outside. James very quickly felt weak. He coughed as if the world outside were filled with smoke, even though the clean desert air was pure. Unable to continue much further, he turned back to the lab and sat down under a UV lamp. Previously, this move would have destroyed his skin, but in his new form, it was restorative and he felt a rush of energy.

After he’d soaked up 30 minutes of restorative light, he noticed Ghattr was still not back with his body. He tried to open the door, but the security features he had designed prevented his escape. Luckily, he returned after about an hour, looking like he’d been running.

“Wow, it’s incredible to be able to explore your world. No one questioned me since I am in your form, and I was able to breathe the sweet air. What is weird, though, is that the heat seems to make me tired now, and the skin started producing water all over. A totally new experience!” James explained to him how sweating worked and he seemed intrigued. James could taste salt in the air now. He kept sticking out his tongue like a lizard, sensing a mixture of moisture and salt. What he’d lost in hearing, he had made up in smell.

They continued talking and comparing notes on their bodies. In a mirror, James noticed that he could move the tentacles on the back of his head independently. He touched them and found them to be incredibly sensitive. He asked Ghattr what they could do. He began to explain that their civilizations did not have a culture of questions like humans do, since there is no need. Using their tentacles, they could make a direct connection to share knowledge. Ghattr agreed to show him, if he agreed only to switch back tomorrow.

The two agreed. Ghattr left the room as James and called one of his research associates, Keenan, into the room to join them. He was below average height, even by human standards and was dwarfed by James in Ghattr’s body. The 3 began speaking. Once the door locked behind Ghattr and Keenan, James bounced and grabbed Keenan, effortlessly lifting him off his feet and bringing him to eye level. Keenan couldn’t help but look into the alien’s deep yellow eyes as its tongue flitted in and out of its mouth. “Fried chicken for lunch?” James asked, tasting the remnant on Keenan’s scared breaths. 

Kennan nodded gingerly. “James! Help me! Tell this freak to put me down!” he shouted looking in the direction on Ghattr, who had taken a seat to watch the show.

“No can do, I’m afraid.” He replied “Now, move your tentacles forward and place them on his forehead” Ghattr explained. Keenan was now even more confused, as his apparent colleague was explaining to the alien what to do.

James started to slowly bring his tentacles forward and hovered them in front of Keenan. “You see, Keenan. I am James.” Keenan eyes opened wide with shock, but there was no time to respond as James landed his tentacles on his victim’s forehead. Knowledge flooded James’s mind. He knew everything about Keenan, from his first experiences, to his desires, fears and even his opinions about James. The experience knocked Keenan out cold. James was reeling from the experience, but he loved it! It made him feel so powerful. He had joined science because of his curious nature. After this experience, he knew that he could be so much more than that. He realized the power that came with knowledge and had a thirst for more.

Finally Ghattr suggested to James that he might want to adjust Keenan’s memories of what just happened, if he didn’t want to raise suspicion. This time, James placed the tentacle again on Keenan’s forehead and this time tried to conjure up a new memory of how he slipped and passed out, inserting it into his memory. When Keenan came around, he seemed dazed but unaware of what had happened. He called out for James to help him up and Ghattr dutifully assisted. From his reaction, his inserted memory worked like a charm. James led Keenan out, before returning to ask James what his tentacle around his groin was for. James laughed and began explaining.

Ghattr went home as James and planned to experiment with his ‘dick’ as James had explained. The advice to watch certain videos that show scenes of procreation by docking with another of the same species seemed odd, but it really worked. He also found that he didn’t even need to think of procreation. Just looking at his human form was enough and thinking how he could become one of them was enough. He could freely move about this world as one of them, without the restrictions of his true form. 

The next day, Ghattr woke up in James’s house and got ready to go and see James. James meanwhile was where Ghattr left him - in the quarters that he had designed for their alien guest, now, incredibly, he was the alien.

As agreed the next day, the two swapped back. As James had suspected, Ghattr hadn’t washed in his body and he felt unclean. Returning to his real body was an anticlimax. He felt small and numb. The room felt eerily quiet. Principally though, he knew he couldn’t tap into people’s thoughts anymore as a human. He told Ghattr that he wanted to return to being him. He begged him. He told him to use his tentacles on him so he could learn to live a human life and be be Dr James Halifax to explore this planet, and he would take his place a Ghattr from a distant world. His only request was for them to stick together. Ghattr agreed and accessed James’s memories. There he learned what James was planning and smiled.

The two re-swapped their clothes and took each other’s forms. The alien said “I am now Ghattr, of the planet Jehkt. And you shouldn’t call me anything else, right Dr Halifax?”

The human replied “Of course you are, and I am Dr James Halifax, lead scientist on this research project to study alien life forms like you.” Both smiled, delighted with their new forms.

Ghattr requested for the cameras in his quarters to be removed. He didn’t enjoy the constant surveillance. Dr Halifax agreed and tried to make the necessary changes. His commanding officer denied the request. But after a very convincingg conversation with Ghattr in his quarters, the commanding officer agreed to break with protocol and the cameras were removed. He also left the visit with the great idea of investing in some sort of suit that could make Ghattr more mobile than just confined to his quarters. And all of the seized alien technology should be returned to him. It does all belong to him after all.

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Logan was at home in his underwear just being himself. He was a hunk who loves his body. He’s an alpha hunk who caught the eye of this horny ghost. I died a few years ago so now I have the power to possess people including Logan. While he was standing in his underwear I shot into his underwear and went right up into his ass. He jumped in shock. “What the fuck! It feels like there’s a dick in my ass!” Logan said in pain. “It feels so gay but it’s so much pleasure! It’s getting me hard!” Logan said sprouting a boner! It took a few minutes to get done with this possession dance. “Thanks for the body. It’s very sexy and now I’m a hunk! Can’t wait to beat my new meat with this hunky arm!! Get ready Logan because you’re about to be a gay bottom who’s dying to have cum leaking out of his ass!!! “Time to go to that gay bar to get laid!” I said while Logan was whimpering in fear.