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[otherboys2]

The Professor’s Briefs

(A short story for the lovely @malebodyswaps-tfs)

“Oooh yeah, these’ll do perfectly” Josh grinned as he pulled a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs out of the hamper before giving the pouch a sniff. “This stuff had better work” he mumbled to himself before pulling a tiny vial of liquid out of his pocket

Earlier that day Josh had stumbled across what claimed to a magic shop that he’d somehow never noticed before. At first he assumed it was all tricks and scams but after seeing a bald man drink a potion he’d bought and suddenly regrow a full head of thick hair, he was a bit more inclined to believe. This lead to him browsing the potions himself until he came across a ‘Clothes make the man switching potion’. Josh’s eyes lit up upon reading the description for it and just knew he had to buy it. This later lead to Josh more or less breaking into the house of his old college professor, Richard Dillard. He’d been drooling over that man his whole way through college and was one of the main reasons Josh was a bit upset when he left. With this potion however, he could be closer to Mr Dillard than ever before.

After giving his teacher’s used briefs another deep sniff, Josh gently poured the glowing liquid onto the fabric and watched as is was almost immediately absorbed causing the briefs to glow for a split second. His heart began to pound with excitement as he started stripping off his clothes before taking the briefs and pulling them up his legs until the rested nicely over his ass and crotch. For a moment he didn’t feel any different, even stepping in front of the mirror to see if anything had changed. Just as he did though, the briefs glowed once more…

Josh couldn’t help but lurch over slightly as he felt a sudden shock pleasure and heat pulse through is crotch. Within moments the bulge in professor’s briefs started to grow and fill out the pouch. His already decent sized cock thickening considerably and gaining a tad bit of length. His balls followed the same example, becoming fuller and expanding slightly. Josh swiftly pulled open the front his briefs to find a cock that certainly wasn’t his own but with a smile on his face he had pretty good idea who it did belong to. The bulge only continued to grow as his dick grew harder by the second. Josh would’ve been more focused on that had it not been for the stretching sensation he felt in his rear. Turning his backside to the mirror, Josh was greeted with the sight of his already supple ass reshaping and filling out the back of Mr Dillards underwear as if they were his own.

As he ran a hand across his ass though, he couldn’t help but be distracted at the sight of his waist tightening before his torso extended, slightly increasing his height. His height would only continue to increase however as his legs were next to experience some changes. They were already relatively large in comparison to his body. Josh would have even considered his legs as being one of his best traits. Because of this they didn’t get much larger, just a fair bit firmer with strong new muscle in his thighs and calves.

Josh hummed in anticipation as the next change began to make itself known. Most of the excess fat in his stomach region simply melted away giving rise to an incredible set of abs. That however was unfortunately overshadowed by the ballooning of his chest. Two perfectly sculpted pecs expanded out, looking so perfect to the point where Josh automatically grabbed them before starting to caress and kneed the new muscle. During this he couldn’t help but start to grunt and curl his toes as his feet began to stretch and grow slightly. After that Josh’s arms began to buzz with energy. His traps and shoulders were first, growing larger and stronger, before moving down to his biceps and triceps which bulked up considerably with newfound strength. Lastly capping things off with some extra beef in his forearms and the slight growth of his hands.

Once that was done, a slight itching sensation took over his upper body mainly as hair spread across his chest, abdomen, forearms and even a little on his ass to match Josh’s already hairy legs. But it didn’t stop there. Some of the hairs that grew over his chest mainly even began to change colour to that of a dark grey to really help exemplify the new age Josh’s body.

Now all that was left was Josh’s young face but by the way all that pleasurable heat was moving up inside his head, he guessed that was about to change. His jaw more or less slack for the next part out of euphoria as his head shape completely remoulded itself. His features grew older and more mature, his small bit of facial hair grew in a full but short beard, his hair restyled itself, his eyes changed colour. After that all that was left was for his hair to turn slightly grey, giving him that salt and pepper dilf look and his transformation was completely.

None of it even felt real at first. Like it was all a vivid dream. But no. This was real. The potion was real. The man staring back at him in the mirror was no longer himself but rather his hot college professor, Mr Dillard!

Immediately Josh couldn’t stop himself from groping and squeezing every part of his newly transformed body while staring at his new reflection. His new cock twitched, leaking a drop of precum when he heard his new voice. So much deeper and authoritative. And his groans. Oh his groans! Hearing his hot professor make such needy, pleasurable noises was sending him over the edge.

He must’ve spent the next hour in front of that mirror worshiping himself. He’d touched and explored every nook and cranny of his newly acquired body. He’d splattered Mr Dillard’s mirror with his ball batter countless times already, eagerly lapping up every drop afterwards. His new dilf seed tasted fucking incredible. But not quite as incredible as it felt to slowly press his fingers between his firm, bubbly ass cheeks and explore his professors hole. Seeing as Mr Dillard was a straight man, Josh’s new hole was extra tight so just one meaty finger was enough to have him moaning. However he was already planning on buying plenty toys to help stretch out this former straight man’s ass in preparation for taking some huge cock.

Eventually, once his new balls were finally drained, Josh decided to further explore his new home. He didn’t get much further than the bedroom closet however as he couldn’t help but start trying on a bunch of Mr Dillard’s outfits. Each and every article of clothing fit him like a glove but what he enjoyed the most were the suits. Especially the pants. So goddamn form-fitting. He was almost hypnotised by the ways his own ass pressed against the back of them. But then as Josh turned back to face the mirror once more while straightening his tie, he thought of the funniest thing…

Next thing you know, the now 41 year old college professor is pulling all sorts of strange funny faces while doing silly dances in the mirror. He was cracking up while doing it but also finding it sorta hot at the same time to see Mr Dillard doing something that he’d never do. Just then, an idea popped to mind. It was something he’d only ever imagined happening in wet dreams but he was about to make it reality. He turned his backside to the mirror, spread his legs apart, squatted down a little before absolutely throwing it back. Josh was twerking his professors thick ass while wearing his suit and was somehow absolutely nailing it. Looking over his shoulder to see the action, his cock couldn’t help but twitch again.

As Josh was shaking Mr Dillard’s ass in the mirror however, the real Richard Dillard was currently across town still trying to figure out how and why the fuck he’d transformed into this 20 something year old guy. Too bad for him that any effort would be for naught as there was no way in hell Josh was ever going to give his new dilf body back!

[otherboys2]

Lab Experiment Gone Wrong

Miles:

So this is my best friend Tyler:

Pretty cute right?

Yeah I’ve had a thing for him ever since we met freshman year. But he’s never express interest in me. He’s tall, handsome, way smarter than me, and has a killer body. Literally the perfect guy. At least for me.

He recently started this internship for grad school at this lab. And he’s had his mind set on working for them full time after he graduates.

They even let him work on his own projects.

I’m always a good friend and try to support him the best way I can.

But it’s hard, having all of the these feeling for a guy who doesn’t seem to have the same ones for me.

Well anyways…

Since I’ve been single. I decided to get a dog to keep me company.

I went to our local rescue and got the cutest dog named Max. When I saw him I had this gut feeling he was the perfect dog for me.

I wanted to show Tyler my new pup so I decided to text him.

“Hey I have a really cute surprise… I may have just adopted a dog. You wanna see him?”

“Aw really? Bring him by! I’m still at work right now but you’re more than welcome to come by.”

“Awesome! I’ll be there soon.”

I’ve never actually been to Tyler’s job.

I really don’t know what kind of work he does other than stem research. But I’m kinda excited to see what he does.

When I got to the lab Tyler greeted me at the door. I guess security here is pretty tight about who they let in.

We got to his office and I got a chance to introduce him to Max.

“So this him, his names Max.”

“He’s so cute Miles!” says Tyler holding Max.

“Right, he’s already potty trained and had all of his shots.”

“Good! Maybe you can teach him a few tricks.”

“Haha for sure! I’ll need your help with that.”

And just for a second we locked eyes. And I thought just maybe he’d try to kiss me.

But alas he turns his head and starts talking about something else.

“Sooo… you wanna see some of my projects?”

“Oh…Uh… yeah sure!”

“Cool! I think you’ll like this one!”

He pulls out a bunch of equipment that looked like something you would use for a brain scan.

“So we maybe able to get to know your new dog a little better.”

“Haha what do you mean?”

“So I’ve been developing this machine that reads brain waves from an animal. Basically I hook these up to myself and then the other end to any animal. Then system projects out what the subject is feeling when I ask it direct questions. Pretty neat right?”

“Yeah, that’s kinda freaky… Can we try it?”

“Haha sure! I’ll go first and I’ll show you how it works.”

Tyler started putting all of the equipment together. I couldn’t help but think how cute and dorky it is that he so into his projects. I just wish he was that into me.

“Okay! Looks like I got it all set up, now all I have to do is put these on Max.”

Max and Tyler are now face to face with the wires attached to both of them.

“Okay here we go! First question Max, how are you doing today?”

All of the sudden the machine started to speak with this robotic voice.

“Subject is feeling …hungry.”

“Wow! That’s cool! I better feed him when I get home haha. Ask him another question.”

“Haha okay! Max, do you like your new owner Miles?”

“Subject says yes.”

“Aww I like you too buddy.”

All of the sudden the lights started flickering.

“ Tyler is everything okay?”

“Yeah I think so, looks like the power is going in and out. Maybe from the storm outside.”

“Well should we shut the machine down?”

That’s when we hear loud noise of thunder and lighting. And the lights go off.

Not a second later the power switches back on and the machine starts talking again.

“SYSTEM MALFUNCTION”

“Oh shoot, we need to switch it off!”

But in that split second Tyler froze.

“Tyler, are you okay?”

And then he instantly falls to the ground.

“Tyler!”

I run over to him and pulled the wires off of him. I look over at Max who seemed to be unconscious as well.

“Help! Hello! Somebody!“

I look up at the machine and monitor was completely black.

Not a minute later Tyler and Max start waking up.

“Tyler! Are you okay?”

He stares at me, looking very confused.

“Tyler!?? Say something?!?”

“Mi-Miles.” says Tyler with a big goofy smile.

“Thank god! I’m glad you’re okay! You had me scared for a little bit.”

“Miles… I want food…”

Well that’s a little bizarre.

“Okay, we can get you something. Are you feeling okay?”

Max starts freaking out and barking.

“It’s okay buddy!”

He couldn’t seem to calm him down.

I look back at Tyler who was sniffing around the room on all 4s.

“Tyler?”

“No I’m Max!”

“What?”

He continues to sniff stuff and Max barks at me again. I look over at him and he turns his gaze to Tyler.

Wait a minute…. No…That’s impossible…

“Tyler, what do you mean by your Max?“

“I’m Max, are we getting food now?” He starts sticking his tongue out. And tries to use his leg to scratch his head but falls in the process.

“Oh no….”

I turned to Max or possibly Tyler?

“Okay, if you’re Tyler bark twice.”

That’s when Tyler barks 2 times.

“OH GOD! THIS IS NOT GOOD!”

“Tyler, what do we do? Should I tell someone?”

He starts barking again.

“Okay let’s do yes or no questions here. Bark once for yes and 2 for no. Should I tell someone?”

Tyler barks once.

“Okay, let me see who I can find.”

I pop my head out of the room and searched for somebody. That’s when I came across this guy in a lab coat.

“Hi! I Uh— geez this is going to sound crazy but do you know Tyler Matthew’s? He’s an intern here.”

“Hi, are you okay? I know Tyler he’s my lab assistant.”

“Well… do you mind coming with me? Somewhat of a crazy story here.”

The guy in the lab coats name is Will. I told him about everything and honestly I didn’t think he would believe me.

But after seeing Tyler walking around on all 4s and Max responding to us in barks. I could see the worry come across his face.

“This is uh— this is a big problem.”

“Do you think you could fix it?”

“Well yes and no, honestly I won’t know until I get the machine working properly. And even after that, I still don’t know how to recreate whatever happened to them.”

“Well it happened the storm came through, right at the power outage.”

“Wait, so right after the light went out?”

“Yes!”

“Well lighting struck the building. Just taking a guess, it must have hit directly over this room. That’s a good place to start.”

“So what do we do now?”

“Well, I’m going to need one of them to stay back. Probably Tyler here since I can at least ask him yes or no questions.”

“Okay, what about Max?”

“Do you think you could take care of him for the time being?”

“I uh— I guess so.” I look over at Max in Tyler’s body. My best friend’s body and my secret crush’s body. Who now has the mind of my new dog.

“Well, I’m sorry I wish I had better answers for you. But this isn’t a fast process, I’ll keep in contact with you with updates. In the mean time try to keep that one out of trouble.”

We both look over at Max who was chewing on his shoe.

“Oh geez, Max no chewing!”

I say goodbye to Will and turn to Tyler in Max’s body.

“I’m sorry Ty but we will figure this out.”

Tyler brushes his head against my hand.

I almost started to pet him but didn’t want to make things any weirder.

Will and I help Max stand up. And after a few practice runs. We got him to walk on both of his feet.

 When we to my car, I buckled Max in.

I start driving down the road and Max somehow figured out his window button. And starts hanging his head out the window.

“Max! Get your head back in hear before someone sees you.”

“Sorry, Miles! Are you mad at me?”

“No! Not at all, we just have to teach you a few things. Okay?”

“Okay! Are we getting food? I’m hungry!”

“Yes we can get food on the way home.”

I go through a drive thru. I figured it maybe the easiest.

And when we get home. Max starts scarfing down a quesadilla from Taco Bell.

“This is the best thing I ever had!!!” he says smiling with sauce all over his face.

I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Miles?”

“Yes, Max?”

“Can I take this off? It’s pretty itchy.” He’s referring to the dress shirt Tyler had on. 

“Yeah, that’s fine let me help you. Let’s find you something more comfortable to put on.”

We head to my room and I tried to get him to put on a couple of comfortable clothes.

But he told me each outfit made him uncomfortable. The one thing he wanted to wear was weirdly a hat.

Max jumps on top of my bed barely wearing any clothes.

And I have Tyler back end pointed at me. I couldn’t help but stare at it.

This is definitely going to be a tough couple of weeks…

[otherboys2]

Lab Experiment Gone a Wrong 2

Miles:

It’s around 11 o’clock at night. Max has finally calmed down.

He’s been so excited about his new body all day that he’s finally worn himself out.

But before going to be Max asked me if I could help him go to the bathroom.

I paused for a second. I didn’t think I’d have to show him how to use a toilet…

I try to describe the process to him but he just looked at me with Tyler’s cute eyes.

“Can you help me?”

Ugh, here goes nothing.

I get Max to stand over the toilet and he immediately pulls down the underwear Tyler had on.

I look down and see Tyler’s dick for the first time.

And of course he has a big one!

“So what’s the next?”

“Just uh— aim for the toilet.”

Max tries for a second and turns to me.

“Can you aim it? I’m scared.”

With some hesitation, I end up getting behind him. Where is bare butt is directly at my crotch.

I reach around and wrapped my hands around it.

I could feel myself getting hard.

Max starts to release and pee pours into the toilet.

As he starts to finish I shake it a little bit.

“Wow! Can you do that again?” Says Max as I feel a boner growing in my hands.

“Uh sorry Max— I uh. Let’s get ready for bed.”

I say as I released my grip and got him to pull up his underwear.

Max hops on to the bed in the same position as before.

I was in a trance, I could take my eyes off of him.

I had to snap myself out of it.

“Okay Max, it’s time to lay down.”

“Okay!”

I get in bed with him and I feel Max cuddle up to me.

I almost tried to stop him but it felt so nice having Tyler’s arms wrapped around me.

Maybe, I can just live in the moment for a little.

I start to doze off while he spooned me.

The next morning, I woke up to Max grinning from cheek to cheek.

“Hi!”

“Good Morning Max”

“What are going to do today?” He says all excited.

“Well let’s get dressed first.”

I help Max shower and get ready. It’s funny because everything from a toothbrush to a comb was so new to him.

But he was catching on real quick. It looks like Max is starting to get the hang on his new human body. At least enough for us to go somewhere public.

We got into the car and the first place we went to was the lab to check on Tyler and see if Will had any news.

“Hey Miles, I’ve been up all night doing some research. It’s been a little challenging but I think I may have found the fix. But it’s going to take a couple of weeks to do it.”

“Oh that long?”

“Yes, unfortunately.”

I checked on Tyler to see how he’s doing and it’s still so weird talking to him knowing he’s in Max’s body. I can also tell that he’s a little uncomfortable with Max.

Max on the other hand was really excited about seeing him and I had to ask him several times to put Tyler down.

Poor Max, he really doesn’t know any better.

So after we left I asked Max what he wanted to do for the day. I was off from work ( I figured it may be best to take my 2 weeks for vacation.)

So we had the whole day to do whatever we want.

“Let’s go to my favorite place…the park!”

Max was so excited, I even brought us a frisbee to play with.

We started playing and I had to tell Max several times that he has to use his hands and not his mouth to catch it.

Here’s a pic I took of him. He looks so cute. ☺️

Afterwards, Max and I went to go get lunch.

I still wasn’t comfortable with him eating in a restaurant yet so we got to go Chinese food.

Back at my place, Max begged to take off the clothes he had on. And of course I let him.

We both sat on the couch watching TV but I kept getting distracted by Tyler’s crotch.

It also didn’t help that Max kept putting his hands on it.

I turned my focus to the television.

That’s when Max stretched out his legs and placed his feet right next to me.

I wanted to touch them so bad…

I kept looking at them from the corner of my eye. His feet… hit hairy legs… his thick thighs….

“Miles, are you okay?” says Max looking at me.

“Oh yeah! I’m okay, why do you ask?”

“I don’t know… you’re really quiet.”

“Oh sorry— it’s just uh— never mind.”

“Miles, you can tell me. You’re my best friend and my owner.”

“I’m sorry Max but I can’t. It’s just too personal.”

That’s when he started getting closer to me.

“Please!!!”

He was right next to me.

“Max, I said no!”

“But Miles!!!”

He started making this pouting face.

“Fine! I like Tyler and it’s really hard being around you right now because you’re him. And he’s you. And it’s all so confusing!”

“Oh, what do mean by that? Like you like Tyler like I like quesadillas?”

“No max, it’s more than that— I have deep feelings for him.”

“Hmm I wanna understand. I’m still a little confused.”

“Okay, for humans we look for a partner to um— be with. And he’s the person I want to be with— does that make sense?”

“Kinda… I think he likes you too.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well every time you’re closer to me, his body gets excited. Like down here.” He says gesturing to his crotch.

“Is that how it works?”

Wow smart dog. I’m impressed.

“Yeah, that’s a big part of it.”

We both sat on the coach and Max laid his head on my shoulder.

“Miles?”

“Yes, Max?”

“Thank you for adopting me. You’re best owner ever.”

“Aw that’s so sweet… you’re the best dog ever.”

“Really?!?”

“Yes Max but don’t get too excited.”

I say as I see him growing a hard on. Max turns to me and licks me on the cheek.

“Oh Max! Gross!”

“Sorry! I’m still a dog inside, that’s how I show you I like you hehe”

We both sat on the couch and Max puts his arm around me. And we both laid on the coach watching tv while I played with his hair.

[otherboys2]

New experiences

when you are old you don't have much to do, you get tired too fast and you don't have an active life either, that's why I envy the neighbors son Harry, he seems to have everything I want. fortunately I had bought a possession spell some years ago so I hope it works, I was saving it for a special occasion and I think this was the right one, so at nightfall I read out loud what the spell said and at that moment I feel like my soul is ripped out of my body and I am expelled from it.

"ah, what happened?"

I say while I see my body lying on the floor, quickly I manage to control my ghostly form and I drive it to Harry's house, I search the rooms and finally I find his, without thinking I pounce on his body and I feel how I am sucked by it.

The next morning I open my eyes and am greeted by a place I didn't know, I'm lying in a bed that is not mine, I get out of bed and am surprised to see my new perspective.

"wow, this must mean it worked".

I get up excited to look for a mirror to check that it is true what I am living, I wanted to check that I was inside Harry's body, when I enter a door in Harry's room, I am greeted by a mirror that reflects my new appearance, I couldn't believe it seriously I am inside his body, I run back to his bed and anxiously look for his cell phone when I find it I go back to the bathroom and take the first picture of my new body.

"This is amazing, this will be a good memory."

Looking attentively at my new body, I realize that I have never seen Harry like this, he is in boxers in front of me, it is a very hot situation, so I decide to take advantage of it, I have this body for my amusement, I start playing with his nipples, they are sensitive, I never imagine to feel so much pleasure playing with them.

"Oh, I've seen how you watch me old pervert, so I've decided that you take my body for your enjoyment."

I moan in my new voice, hearing Harry say those things only makes me more excited, I see Harry's boxer shorts are already starting to get stained, so I take them off and unveil his mighty member, they are 11 inches he had hidden all to himself, but no more, I start to pull it on, I feel his throbbing in my new hands.

"you fucking pervert, you seem to really like my c*ck don't you, do it all the way, I want you to make me c*m."

I hear Harry say, I'm using his voice to tell me dirty things, I can't take it anymore and I eject all of Harry's c*m, I end up exhausted but super horny.

"It's a good way to start my new life."

I say panting as I savor my new taste.

[otherboys2]

Bet

Will:

The two straight guys you see above are Caleb and Tristan, we are sort of friends. Although we barely have anything in common nor do we really socialize in public.

But one thing we do share in common is our group gaming night on Sundays. We play video games every Sunday for hours. And we even have teams, ‘the straights vs. the gays’. My best friend Jake and I are the gay team while the other two ‘best bros’ are the opposing straights.

We get really competitive and we will even make bets at the beginning of the night. But last night was the craziest bet so far.

The night was pretty much the same as usual, a lot of trash talking but at one point Caleb made a comment that Jake and I both thought was outlandish.

“Yo y’all gay guys have it easy,” he said to us.

I piped up and said, “how so?”

Caleb went on this tangent about how straight guys have it so tough these days and how much easier it is to be gay.

Jake and I laughed at him.

“Dude you couldn’t be gay for one day,” said Jake.

“What’s so hard for you Jake? I could easily be you for a day but you couldn’t handle being me,” says Tristan.

“Oh is that right?” says Jake.

“Yeah you wanna bet on it?” I added.

“Sure,” says Tristan.

I thought for a moment, are these guys down to do what I think?

“All four of us swap bodies. No BS, we all have to do the other ones routines, no one outside of us four can know and we have to be convincing in public that we are all each other. First one to ask to swap back loses.”

“Caleb you down bro?” asks Tristan.

“Yeah bro, this will be easy,” Caleb says with a grin.

“How much are we betting on?”

“Hmmmm…. How about $1,000 a piece.”

Jake’s eyes get wide as he hears me say the amount.

Both Tristan and Caleb grin and say, “deal.”

After hopping off, I immediately started writing down my daily stuff and everything Caleb would have to do. I made sure it was as ‘gay’ as possible. I even gave him going to a gay bar Friday which I’m sure will blow his mind lol.

So as I laid down last night, it started to hit me. I’m actually going to swap bodies with Caleb— and low key Caleb’s hot.

My mind raced thinking about what it will be like having his body. And I started to get hard from the thought.

I looked down at my slim frame and imagined what it’s going to be like with all of those muscles.

I thought about jerking off but Hell I’ll let that be Caleb’s problem in the morning.

The Next Morning:

I woke up notably in a different room, a very straight man’s room. Caleb has dirty laundry backed up into a pile in the corner, his hats stacked up on the wall, and a bunch of obscure pictures which I’m sure his ex decorated for him.

I lifted up the comforter and even Caleb knowing I was going to be in his body this morning he still slept commando.

I looked down at the bulge inside of his boxers and then down at his hairy legs and feet. His sheets have this musk that immediately filled my noise. I’m sure he doesn’t wash them enough.

Caleb’s bulge started to get hard and my first reaction was to touch it.

But instead I grabbed Caleb’s phone and called Tristan’s number. It rings for a few until I hear Tristan’s groggy voice come across.

“Will is that you?” says Tristan’s voice with Jake in control of it.

“Yeah it’s me,” I say back.

“Holy sh*t! I can’t believe that agreed to do this,” says Jake.

“I know! Have you uhhh… explored any?” I asked him.

“Fuck yeah! Tristan has some sexy feet!”

“I bet! So does Caleb,” I say wiggling his toes.

One thing about Jake and I is that we are pretty open with each other. We originally met on a gay hook up app and have only hooked up once. That night we were both so hammered that we ended up sharing all of our kinks together. Turns out both of us are into all of the same things. Feet, jocks, pits, etc. We even send dirty vids we’ve jerked off to back and forth. It’s a strange friendship but at least I know I can trust him.

“Will, you have to send me some pics! I’m hard as a rock right now!”

“Hold up, I got you bro,” I say to him.

“The way you say bro with his voice is so hot,” says Jake.

I laugh at him and pull out one of Caleb’s feet for the pic.

“Heading your way!”

“Oh my god his soles! I wanna suck on his toes so bad,” he says.

“I’d let you bro, you can suck on my toes anytime,” I say to him.

“Oh my god, keep talking like that!”

“Only if you send a pic back,” I say to him.

“One sec man I’m about to nut,” he says breathing heavy.

“Jake you’re jerking it right now?”

“Yeah man, I started before we got on the phone. Oh fuuuuuuckkk, this cock feels so… Will! Will! I’m cumming!! I’m cumming a lot!”

I’m so hard, I can’t help but join in. I pull off Caleb’s boxers and his 10” rock hard cock comes out.

“Wow it’s beautiful,” I say out loud over the phone.

“What is?” says Jake out of breath.

“Caleb’s dick, it’s like perfect.”

“Oh Tristan’s has a curve to it but it’s huge! I literally have a foot long between my legs. He needs to trim his pubes though, I’ll probably fix that here shortly,” says Jake.

I can’t speak, my focus is on the nicest dick I’ve ever seen. I run Caleb’s fingers along his sack all the way up his cock head. I feel chills…

I aggressively grab and start pumping it. I start moaning loudly.

I can hear Jake in the background saying, “dude, switch to FaceTime!!”

I’m too into the moment to put on a show. I lift up Caleb’s foot and sniff it while vigorously jerking off.

I run his tongue up and down his sole and scream out, “I’m Caleb Thomas now bitch!”

I’m so close, i wanted to go on forever. But that’s when Caleb dick literally sprays cum everywhere uncontrollably.

“Shit!”

“What?” says Jake.

“I got his cum in my eye,” I say back.

“Hahaha I’ll be over shortly!,” says Jake.

[otherboys2]

My brother's best friend, his room

I hear Oliver scream from my body. I go downstairs and find Oliver in my body, surprised by the situation we are in.

"What… it's me?" "Easy oliver, I don't know how this happened but we switched bodies."

After calming down a bit we are still confused about what we are going through, I am a little embarrassed for having masturbated on his body, while we are talking about what we could do to get back to our bodies we hear my brother enter the house.

"Oliver, sorry bro I think I'm a little late, I think you have to go now don't you?"

We hear my brother say, oliver gets nervous.

"Shit, you have to go back to my house, I can't be late, my parents are going to punish me"

"What? I can't do that, I don't know anything about your house".

Oliver starts to tell me that it's the only option, giving me some directions on how to sneak into his house, although I must say I'm excited to be in Oliver's room.

"What are you doing?"

We hear my brother ask, I nervously answer an excuse and say goodbye to my brother and oliver

When I get to Oliver's house I explore a bit but I can't find anyone anywhere, while I keep looking I get a message on Oliver's phone.

"We'll be gone for a few days"

Oliver doesn't seem to have any siblings, so I'm alone, I go upstairs looking for Oliver's room.

When I enter the room the smell of oliver surprises me, the whole room smells of him, I think it is obvious, I take a look and I see his bed unmade, several things lying around and my attention is focused on one thing, his socks, there are several lying on the floor, I pick one up and a warm sensation runs through my body and I start to smell oliver's sweaty sock.

"Shit this smell is too good, Oliver since when is this here?"

I keep smelling oliver's scent while I take off my shoes, when I take them off the smell of oliver's feet floods the room, it seems that the walk intensified it.

"Is that why you don't like the showers at school oliver, because of your smelly feet?

I laugh as I wiggle my toes inside my socks.

"I can't take it anymore, I'm sorry Oliver but your body is too hot."

I take off my socks and look at oliver's feet again, he still has some of his cum from the previous session, I run my hands over them and caress them, they are so soft and now they are warm, I have never seen them look so good before, but they are a sexy pair of feet.

After appreciating what are now my sexy feet, I start to undress, I lie down on oliver's bed, as I take off my shorts I see my new bulge in oliver's boxers that are already stained, I pull down my boxers and my new member comes out.

"Wow the first time I saw him I didn't realize it but oliver has a nice dick."

I squeeze it with my hands and feel its warmth, I start to pull it quietly, I look around and see oliver's room, seeing his underwear lying on the floor is very exciting. I take one of the socks where my size 11 feet were a while ago and start to smell it, the smell is strong and stupefying.

"Oliver the smell of your feet is fascinating, I don't know why you are ashamed of them."

I feel Oliver's member start to get hotter and I start to jerk it faster, as I stroke my new shaft without thinking I grab the other sweaty sock and shove Oliver's cock inside it.

The sensation of the hot sock sticking to my new member causes me to explode a load filling oliver's sock with his cum.

oliver's room is filled with his moans and his sexy voice, it's something I never thought I would hear, after ejaculating I take one of oliver's feet and bring it to my face and start licking it, I can still smell it and they are sweaty, that only makes me hotter.

"I wonder if you still want to have this body back Oliver, because I don't think you like the taste of your feet in your mouth as much as I do."

I chuckle. After my cession of fun with this body, I clean up my mess and keep the sock with oliver's cum in it.

"maybe I'll take it as a souvenir"

I get up and go to oliver's computer, he has a good computer so I'll have double the fun, I put my feet up on the desk and enjoy my new view.

I see a camera and take it, I start taking several pictures of oliver's feet.

"This will be for me hehe, I hope this body is mine if only for a few more days, oh looks like I got hard again, I don't think I'm done yet Oliver, I think I'll do it now with your smelly shoes."

I chuckle as I start another round

[otherboys2]

Chemistry Consultancy

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

Chemistry Consultancy

I was a fan of my chemistry teacher, Mr. Caesar. He was quite handsome, muscular and had a lot of charisma.

I was a jock, one of the best in the school, to be honest. But there was something about my teacher that drove me crazy, people liked me for my big muscles, nobody was interested in my brains (because they thought I didn't have any), let alone my feelings, but with him it was different, everyone loved him for his intelligence, for being a good teacher, or even how empathetic he was.

Even though many considered me the stereotype of the stereotypical brainless jock par excellence, I was very smart. And I took advantage of that in all subjects, "except" for this one.

I was going low, not failing, but staying between the fine line between passing and failing. All so that I could stay for tutoring with him, feel his breath when he came to explain to me. I loved every sensation, his simple attention or his warmth, I wanted it all.

Absolutely everything.

- Alex, could I talk to you?

He asked at the end of the class, all my classmates came out whispering a couple of things, I just nodded trying to look nonchalant (I still wasn't out of the closet)

- Is something wrong, sir?

- I was reviewing your exams and, well. I thought we had already solved the problem of the periodic table - he flipped through a couple of things until he showed me my exam, I tried to put on a confused expression, I was not willing to lose my advising for anything in the world, I was close to the end of the year and from there, I would never go back to Professor Caesar.

- Oh... Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I think I get nervous in the exam and I forget things, you don't know how sorry I am - I lied between my teeth with a silly face.

He just let out a sigh before smiling and patting my arm.

- Don't worry, buddy. You'll probably do fine later, you're not doing bad, just give it that last effort. Ok?

He tried to encourage me, and I felt bad for a second because the only thing that got my attention at all was how good his dress shirt looked, or even his tight buttocks in his pants that drove me beyond crazy. I wanted him so badly, I wanted him just for me, any way I could get him.

- Yes, sure, thank you very much.

I grabbed my stuff, I had training in the afternoon and would be leaving the university in the evening, my same routine as always. It was already dark, my teammates were running around the field while I was practicing some serves when I felt a strange sensation that started in my stomach and spread through the rest of my body, I could barely stand up because of an intense dizziness, my limbs went numb until I ended up falling suddenly to the ground, everything went black. Had I died?

But as soon as I finished thinking such a thing, I opened my eyes with a strong breath of air, I tried to calm down but there was too much light around me, it even hurt me a little. Why was there so much light? I blinked, trying to get used to it, I turned my head to look around, realizing that I was inside what seemed to be a gym, I swallowed saliva. Was this paradise or something?

I was still confused until I saw the reflection in front of me, and found him with the same confused expression I had.

- Professor! - I shouted, and received the same expression from him. Like a mirror, I hesitantly stood up to touch the surface, watching as he copied every single thing I did, was it my reflection? I looked at my hands, I could recognize those fingers anywhere, I touched my face and smiled as if I had won the lottery.

- Yes!

I pulled out my new phone as best I could, unlocked it and activated the camera. I loved how good my muscles looked, the definition of my biceps and my hairless but shapely arms, or his pecs, how everything was highlighted with the sleeveless compression shirt I had worn to the gym, and gosh… His shorts. It was tiny, tight and clinging to my new shape, my legs looked great.

I flexed some more. I headed to the rest of the gym to continue with Professor Caesar's workout, I lifted a couple of weights, ran on the treadmill or did some push-ups, I was exhausted but I loved the burning sensation in my muscles, how they tightened and the pumping that was left. I was sporty, sure, I knew what it felt like to exercise, but this was a whole new feeling, and I was loving it; I sat on a bench with my chest rising and falling at the arrhythmic breathing, I was grinning like a fool, I felt powerful, I took out my phone again to take a picture.

I finished exercising and went to the showers, I wanted to see my body even more in its full splendor. I felt my hips move with every step I took, my fat buttocks bounce, I could feel perfectly how what seemed to be a thong clung to me, how the string was tucked between my buttocks and constantly brushed my entrance, making me gasp and moan under my breath.

I moved forward until I reached the dressing room and I could not take it anymore, I stood in front of a mirror to see my new buttocks. And they looked huge, big, round... A simple hop and the flesh quivered like jelly.

I pulled my pants down to reveal my new ass, I gasped with a smile, wiggling it again. It was so mesmerizing, I gently caressed the skin, it was soft.

Then I squeezed them tightly, I let out a gasp then settled my hand between my buttocks, right at the cleavage, I felt my fingers explore the area, my heart beating slow and my breath sounding low.

- Mfh… - I whispered.

Life as Professor Caesar was fantastic. It took me a while to start teaching, talking in front of everyone, controlling the class, mimicking his charisma; I may not have been a genius in chemistry, but I was knowledgeable enough to teach the basics. I loved the attention, feeling everyone's eyes on me, it was intoxicating... And not just at school, everywhere else: the street, the gym, anywhere.

I felt the leers: on my arms, my pectorals, my buttocks, everything. I even started dressing a little more daring on purpose. I mean, what would be the big deal?

With shorts, tight leggings, sleeveless shirts, this body was now mine and I would do whatever I wanted with it.

It took me no time at all to start exploring the world of intimacy, I wasn't new to it either; but feeling things on this body, it was completely different, every touch, every kiss, it was fantastic.

I never dared to be with a man in my body, I was bisexual, I could be with anyone I wanted originally, I was popular, handsome and muscular, but honestly... I was so scared of it. But now it was so different, I felt in power, like any man could be mine with a simple "hello", overwhelming confidence, more than charming attributes and a smile that supported anything I said.

That day I went to a gay bar downtown (something I wouldn't have dared to do even in my wildest days), but there I was, on a pool-themed night. Wearing a tiny bathing suit that highlighted my legs, I felt confident, secure and strong.

- Hey, do you come here a lot? - I heard a man behind me, he looked very muscular, and was at least a foot taller than me, he had a cocky smile on his face, but that made him even more interesting.

- Not really, why? Would you like to see more of me around? - I raised my eyebrow. This was what he was talking about, this was bravery.

- I'd love to actually.

He settled in behind me, I felt him press his hips against my back and start rubbing himself sloppily.

- Then you're in luck. Why don't we find somewhere to talk better?

The bar had rooms just for that, I moved with him until we ended up in one, I sat against one of the armchairs, smiling. My heart was pounding, I was excited, but I had to keep up my cocky facade, if this guy could play that game, two could do it.

As soon as he came closer, we started kissing hungrily, his lips and tongue crashing against mine, he immediately grabbed me by the waist to carry me and pull me against the bed, I clutched my legs against his hips to pull him to me.

It was an intoxicating debauchery, the saliva dripping down our chins, the stench that began to flood the room, feeling his skin...

I lay on my stomach, loving how dominant he was becoming, barely letting out a silly grin, feeling him thrust inside me, making me go even crazier, desperate to satisfy my desire, I rubbed myself against the bed, feeling him grab my back and forcefully exerting that back and forth, making my buttocks bounce and bounce.

- Do you like it?

- Mfh, yes!

- Are you hungry? - he pulled my hair, which made me gasp.

- Very much, daddy!

Life as Professor Caesar enchanted me, I had his brains, his charisma, his perfect looks... How everyone adored me, how good I looked, and even my aroma... That scent that belonged to me and drove me crazy, I could spend hours smelling my armpits, or my feet, who cares if I lost years of youth? I skipped all of college, I had a good job, and a body that would drive any man crazy (oh yeah, I stopped being bisexual, this body just didn't "work" when it came to women). I loved being my professor, I finally had what I wanted.

What about him? Well, it seems that having my jock body he quite liked it too, starting college again, having my popularity. He had become extremely dominant, like the king of the whole university, imposing at every step he took, both with women and men, thousands of rumors surrounded my old body, but that honestly didn't matter to me.

On the contrary, maybe I should tell him if he still needs chemistry consultancy...

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[otherboys2]

Never Wanted Kids

Brooklyn looked up at her boyfriends domineering stature. A cold look remained on Louis’ face…except it wasn’t Louis giving Brooklyn the cold shoulder.

“I don’t know why you followed me to the gym BROOKLYN. You’re pregnant and can’t do shit. You’re just holding me back from getting a good pump. Kinda like that night we got you knocked up.” Louis taunted the pregnant woman sitting on the bench in front of him.

“Brook…you don’t have to be like this. I’m sorry. I’ve learned my lesson…just please give me my body back.” The docile women replied quietly not trying to give away their truth out loud to avoid looking absolute insane.

The pair had been dating for years and Brooklyn always made it clear she never wanted kids, but that never stopped Louis from finding ways to go in unprotected. When that wasn’t enough he switched out her birth control until one day he got what he wanted. Brooklyn was devastated and rightfully felt violated. Something snapped that day for her.

He wanted a kid so badly then she was gonna give it him. Days turned to weeks turned to months of research before she finally found the pieces to exact her revenge. One night she prepare the ritual while Louis slept, while the results weren’t immediately apparent Brooklyn went to sleep that night hopeful the next day would be the response to the nights’ magical ceremony.

That brings us to today. The woman 7 months pregnant woke up with none of the aching back pains she’d been feeling but instead an aggressive sexual vigor. As she swung her feet off the bed she was propelled up by a foreign strength.

She didn’t need a mirror to confirm the new truth she lived. She grimaced with satisfaction knowing she was done with the misery. She went to the restroom to go examine the body she long observed but now could fully take advantage of. As she callously took off any clothing she was wearing she stood in front of the master bedroom en suite mirror and began stroking the very thing that impregnated her.

She knew the show would be in eye line for “Brooklyn” when she woke up. Adding grunts and moans to put on an even more primal display of the swap that just occurred. She could feel a climax coming when a scream came from her side. The realization that her boyfriend was aware of his situation and what was going on in front of her was enough to do the trick.

Rope after rope coated the mirror and nearby sink. She got some on her finger and satisfactorily walked out of the restroom nude to greet her new baby momma. As a shocked Louis tried to question what Brooklyn did she silenced him with the finger she wiped the mirror with. Like he forced her to do what he wanted she channeled that energy now.

“Lick it clean.” Brooklyn demanded.

As Louis tried to protest and move away, Brooklyn used all his former strength to keep her in place. He was stuck and he knew it. Resigned to his current situation he obliged.

Louis continued to beg and plead with her to give him back his body but that didn’t stop Brooklyn from going to the gym and test her new body. If he wanted a kid he could have it but that doesn’t mean she was going to sacrifice the life she wanted to have. Freedom, youth, and now….it may be different but so much sex. She may not have the same equipment but she still have things anyone can work with. Looks like she’s going to make ‘Louis’ bisexual now. She wasn’t going to let the limits of one abusive man stop her. She thought as she gallivanted across the gym restroom half naked after her post-workout shower.

All the energy spent crying and pleading forced Louis to crash once the couple returned home. Plenty of time for Brooklyn to pack a go bag and leave this chapter behind. Being ripped away from her life sucked but not as much as having that kid wouldn’t have.

[otherboys2]

While my friends head’s away…

My best bud Jason was recently in a bad car accident, although 90% of him is fine— 10% of him is still the hospital.

It’s interesting, all this new technology has really gone a long way. And even though his head is still being cared for the hospital thinks his body should stay active.

So just give his dad a break, I told him I could watch his for the weekend. I imagine the guy has to be exhausted.

We started out our weekend doing what we’d normally do which is video games.

But after while I could tell that Jason body was getting a little bored.

I looked over at him and analyzed his body. I’ve always had a thing for him but I never wanted to try and make a move because I never wanted to mess up our friendship.

I stared at his feet, I wanted to at least engage him a bit so I reached over and tickled his sole.

Which caused his body to go a little spastic.

That’s when he reached for me and pulled me in. We started wrestling like we did when we were kids.

But this time I was so turned on. Our bodies tangled up with each others…

I had my arms wrapped around him with his wrapped around me…

And that’s when Jason’s body did something unexpected… his hand slips into my shorts.

And I feel him wrap his fingers around my pecker.

I sit back and let him play with me… his hands rubbing all down my chest….

I bet his body hasn’t released in weeks… I look down at his crotch which was rocking a hard on underneath his pants.

I reach down and tugged his pants off, revealing his huge member. It wasn’t the first time I was it, one time I told Jason that mine was bigger than his just so he could me.

But now I get to touch it, i wrapped my hand around his dick and he pulled my pants down all the way too.

And both sat next to each other jerkin one another’s peckers.

Jason and I pumped faster and faster… I wasn’t sure who was going to cum first but then I felt my about to release— and at the same time both of us exploded onto each others hands.

I bend over and clean his covered member off with my tongue.

And mhmmm….

I can’t wait to suck him off!

All weekend Jason’s body and I went back and forth between video games and foolin around.

And by the of the weekend, his dad asked me if I could watch him again.

And for the next month every weekend I got to cool around with Jason’s body.

And after that Jason’s head finally came home.

But the strangest thing happened, Jason didn’t want to be fused back with his body. He enjoyed being just a head.

So when it came down to it, his dad asked me if I wanted his body to live full time with me I already knew my answer!

Today, I renamed his body to Jacob. And even though he doesn’t have a head— he does have a big personality.

And the best part is Jason doesn’t care about me and Jacob. He just wants to see his best friend happy.

So every night I get to cuddle up with my best buds bod!

[otherboys2]

I like the headless body possesion stuff like in "Playing With my Bro's body", I'd love to see more stuff like that, keep it up!

World of Magician’s— “Heading”

Have you ever heard of this new trend called “heading?” Basically young magicians will take off their heads and go to parties with no bodies on.

I didn’t really see the point until I caught my son and his friend doing it.

My son Kyle was a really good kid and was on his way to become a very talented magician.

Kyle and I were really close ever since his mother left me when she found out that I’ve been secretly gay. It took it took Kyle a little bit to get used our new living situation but I was happy to see that it only made us closer.

His best friend Jason was basically a second child to me at this point. It wasn’t unusual for him to stay the night. Both of them were really good kids.

The night I first learned about “heading” was just like any other night.

Jason was staying over since it was the weekend. And both boy decided to go to bed early.

Which normally means they were going to okay video games late into the night.

But something was strange about tonight. Normally, I would hear the boys hollering at their video game but it was really quiet upstairs.

I figured I should check on them just in case they snuck out.

I knocked on Kyle’s door and didn’t get a response.

“Kyle it’s dad. Are you boy okay in their?”

Still no response.

I opened the door and was shocked by what I saw. Laying in Kyle bed was both Jason and him but completely headless.

My first initial reaction was to panic but then I noticed both of their bodies were moving.

Being a magician I knew something had to be up. I searched around the room for theirs but they didn’t seem to be anywhere.

I walked over to Kyle’s computer and notice that it was still logged into his account.

I really didn’t like the idea of being this noisy in Kyle’s business but what else was I supposed to do? That’s when I see a chat from one of his friends from his school.

“On the way to pick your heads Bro. This party is going to be wild!”

“Bet see you soon!” Was the last message sent from Kyle.

Damn they snuck out to a party. I guess it’s a lot easier to sneak out as just a head.

I look over at their bodies and a really dirty thought came across my brain. I tried to ignore it but Kyle’s body started rubbing his hands all over Jasons.

I watched as their horny teen bodies started rubbing all over each other.

I laid on the side of the bed and placed my hand on Kyle’s leg. Which his body responded by moving my hand directly onto his crotch.

“Shit, this is so erotic.”

I gingerly started to rub my son’s dick from the outside of his underwear. Watching as his penis starts to grow.

“Wow son! You got a big one! You definitely got that from me haha.”

I work my way down his hairy legs until I got down to his stinky teen feet. I grab his ankle and bring his foot up to my face.

His feet smelled probably from track practice he had earlier. He must have forgot to take a shower.

That’s when Jason’s body reaches over and starts directing my hand to his dick. I rub my hands on it and decide to take his workout shorts off of him. Jason’s boxers were a little wet from pre-cum.

I repositioned myself to where I was in the middle of both of their bodies. I pull out both of their dicks and started jerking off both of them.

Which causes both of their bodies to reach into my pants. Kyle’s body unbuttons my pants and pulls out my dick while Jason’s body started massaging my balls.

“Damn son you really know how to handle your daddy’s dick.”

That’s when I got really curious and decide to pull my head off and placed it on top of my sons neck. It felt so good feeling my younger hands run all over me.

Jason took over jerking duty for my body and I could tell that it was getting close.

I take my bodies meaty hand and guide to my sons dick. The sensation was different since my son’s cock was much sensitive than my adult one.

I watched as my old dick started to squirt out a bunch of cum. I take some off of my hairy chest and start rubbing it on my sons dick.

But it wasn’t enough for me! I wasn’t sure if I’ll ever get this opportunity again.

I hop up and take my body’s thick legs and put them on my sons shoulders and start thrusting my sons dick my hairy hole.

Jason’s body decided to join in and stuck his dick into my sons ass.

“Now this is what I call a three way!”

I was in a world of pleasure. Feel my sons duck pound my hole while his best friend pounded me from the back.

I let out one last moan and squirt my sons juice into my body while Jason’s body did the same.

I laid with their bodies for about an hour and snuggle up between mine and Jason’s. It was getting late and I figured the boys heads would be back soon.

I try to take my head off of Kyle body but for some reason it wouldn’t come off. I start to panic!

“Oh god what have I done!”

I search through my sons spell book but when I got to the page it torn out. The boys must have took it with them!

I take my body and Jason’s into the shower with me. And washed off all of the cum.

I placed my body in my bed and Jason’s back in Kyle’s room and waited nervously for them to come home.

I started to nob off in bed with Jason’s body. And was woken up by my sons voice.

“Dad! What the hell?”

Jason and Kyle’s head were being dropped off by their classmate who quickly left trying to avoid the awkward situation.

I tired playing dumb and pretend that I didn’t know how I got here.

“Well the spell does say our bodies have full autonomy, looks like your body wanted to try on your dads head haha.” Says Jason jokingly.

“That’s true! But how did your head get to my room?”

I just shrugged my shoulders.

“Weird.”

“So where have you boys been?” Both of them started to freak out realizing that they broke curfew.

“You know what. Don’t tell me. It’s been a weird night. How about you boys get some rest and I’ll let this one slide.”

“Thanks Dad!”

“Yeah thanks Mr. Johnson!”

“Dad can I have my body back now?”

“Sure son! Let me just—“ my head still wouldn’t come off.

“Oh crap! Looks your dads head ain’t moving!” Says Jason.

We all take turns trying to pull my head off but nothing worked.

Thats when Kyle remembered that he left the page with the spell at the party.

The boys decided that they were going to go back for it tomorrow mororow since they were too sleepy.

I wish them good night and walked to my room. My body was laying in bed playing with himself.

“Hey sexy! Are you ready for round 2?”

I say hoping into bed and for the second time that I fucked my body using my sons dick.

I cuddled up with my body and it really was the perfect pillow. Especially my hair chest!

The next morning Kyle and Jason tired to recover the spell but turns out it went missing.

We’ve searched through a lot of spell books but couldn’t seem to find anything!

After awhile Kyle and I thought it would be best for him to have my until we found the reversal.

But Kyle seems to be getting pretty used to my body. And have to say he looks good with his on his old man’s shoulders!

[otherboys2]

Summer camp hadn’t been what Kyle, Danny, and Ryan had been expecting. All year, the three boys had been looking forward to a summer of fun of adventure, but they’d hardly had any of that since they arrived at King of the Mountain Camp. The camp counselors were always “Don’t do this”” and “That’s not allowed.” They were, that is, until Ryan found a strange book in the camp’s library full of arcane spells and rituals. The boys found a spell that would allow them to take over anyone’s body for an entire month. On the next new moon, they put their plan into motion. The following morning they woke up in the bodies of John, Michael, and Jim. Sure, they were now fat and covered in hair, but they were grownups and, more importantly, they were in charge.

[otherboys2]

argument ends up in exciting body swap

[otherboys2]

Taking What’s Owed

Benito was always on the outs. Coming out as trans as a young kid felt empowering at first but when it came down to it kids are vicious. Benito spent years being bullied until the day he graduated from high school. When he got to college he thought he had gotten through all the childish bullying but he was wrong. The non violent bullying was over but the violent harassment can of worms was barely opening.

Benito prided himself on being resilient and he managed to get through all the harassment when he entered a professional environment, but working in sports medicine meant it was ruthless. Plus being surrounded by the stereotypical model male physique only added to his inner turmoil. One day he was finishing taping a clinic regular when someone else came in. He didn’t notice his face at first but then as he rounded the corner and locked eyes with the stud he realized it was his childhood tormentor, Hiram.

It figures that a dick like Hiram wouldn’t remember Benito. He got situated on the table essentially assuming someone would come and treat him. The man splayed himself out on the table in his tiny shorts and black muscle fit shirt. He had become one of the newest pro soccer league players and Benito didn’t know but he surely did now.

As Benito began massaging out Hiram’s quads, just the muscular legs presence in front of him presented a significantly dysphoric challenge for him. He fought the thoughts in his head to try and remember that this was his tormentor. The man who made him feel insignificant, tiny, and worthless for most of his life. Benito lost himself in the massage staring at Hiram’s sizable chest. It’s weird for a soccer player to be so built but clearly Hiram liked to maintain the look of a domineering alpha so it all checked out for him. And check out Benito did as he was nearly salivating at how squeezable and inviting Hiram’s pecs looked. He wanted to just dump his face between them and sniff, motorboat, and lick every single inch of the large and strong muscles.

Benito powered through the massage and told Hiram to undress to get into the cold plunge. The tiny twink disassociated as he chose to busy himself filling the tub with ice for Hiram. The buzzing hum of the ice machine began twisting into an echoey voice that pulled Benito’s focus. He slowed his scooping into the bucket and focused in on what the disembodied voice was trying to muster out. A disturbing and menacing voice called out….

“You can have what you desire. A silence to those inconsolable voices in your head and torment for your tormentor.” It hissed

“I’m going insane…” Benito muttered to himself

“This is very real, but what you desire comes at a cost.” A threatening laugh followed.

“What’s the cost?”

“You can only choose one. I can end the insecurity your body gives you or torment your tormentor for all those years of tribulation.”

“I really am going insane.”

“Whenever your heart decides what it truly wants….I’ll know and so it shall be.”

The buzzing hum of the ice machine began once again. Hiram stood mostly unclothed and ready to get into the tub. Benito filled up the tub with the last bucket of ice before going back to the office as Hiram soaked. His mind raced at just the idea of what the voice told him. Could he really be free of the body dysmorphia that easily? But he also believed in karma and this could be the moment Hiram got every single thing he deserved for the evil things he had permanently etched onto Benito’s psyche. The timer beeped for Hiram to get out as Benito returned to the moment….had an hour really passed by already?

“Ah you decided.”

As Benito got up, time slowed down as he turned around from his office chair to check on Hiram. Both men became disoriented and everything went black for a second. When Benito came to, his blurry vision slowly came into focus. A cold air conditioner breeze broke his conscious thought as he lowered his head and gasped. Standing below his head was a nearly naked torso drenched in freezing water. As he picked up his head he saw…..himself across the room in the dorky polo and khakis the team trainers wore. But there was no mirrors here…how?

Benito’s stomach sank as he realized he had unconsciously decided on the question he thought was hypothetical. Benito figured this would silence his tormentor and the voices in his head so maybe the voices was just playing a joke and he didn’t have to decide. A smug grin graced the new Hiram’s face as Benito felt the heftiness of the musculature and alpha frame he now possessed. With a gasp and a thud, Benito saw his former body fall to the ground after fainting from the supernatural swap. His coworkers rushed to check on him as Benito gathered Hiram’s clothes on a nearby table and sauntered back to the locker room sopping wet. Each step he’d intentionally swing his new slutty waist complete with thick quads and firm round ass. That paired with the momentum of feeling the new slabs of meat on his chest jiggling up and down in a satisfyingly dominant way. After he got back to the locker room, his new teammates had left giving him the perfect chance to explore his new body.

As a man of science Benito wanted to understand how this was possible but the new testosterone raging through his system was fueling him to feel things amplified to the max. He was feral this was the post workout horniness bros always talk about amongst each other. But Benito was giddy this would affirm the vision of himself he always saw in his head during his transition. Stacked with muscle and a dick impossibly thick and long that could get guys and girls salivating…no begging for him to give it to them.

Benito pulled down the briefs Hiram was wearing in the cold plunge to finally unwrap possibly his favorite surprise. His new body was virtually made in his dreams. As much as he hated Hiram before he was thankful to be Hiram now as his sex drive pushed his heart rate faster, blood rushed to his new beautiful and girthy tool. He gasped in shock seeing just how hung he was now. Surely this was excessive like who could take all this?!

He turned on the steamy shower and started to jerk off for the first time. Benito had been gay since he came out so it’s not like this was a foreign motion but the act of doing it on himself was something he had only fantasized about. Twisting and jerking up and down the shaft, Benito felt a pleasure electrify him as he licked up intensity.

Through the cloud of steam, Hiram now in a more diminutive body angrily came in searching for his former body only to find a perverse show being put on. There his body was on full display as steam and hot water cascaded around the body he worked so hard to attain. He watched as his body went through uncharacteristic and foreign motions of guessing speed and intensity to stroke at. He watched as the imposter moaned to himself and braced against the shower tiles. Hiram stirred inside….was he…..getting turned on seeing himself like this? Well, that does make sense, someone so vain so cocky. What could possibly turn himself on more than himself?

He started tiptoeing towards Benito. He thought maybe this is an insane fever dream because nothings making any sense. One step made a louder splash and Benito got startled and turned around to see Hiram in his former body. Channeling the original body’s confidence instead of stopping pumping Benito released his sizable shaft and sauntered over to Hiram making sure to emphasize his horse self swinging side to side. Grabbing him by the shoulders, Benito guided Hiram to his knees with his new found strength and squeezed his jaw to motion for him to lower it and open his mouth.

The pair locked their former eyes onto one another’s and just accepted their new roles in the situation. Foreign based on their past lives but accepted in this moment. Benito gently kept a grip on his former jaw as he guided his thick sausage into it gently. His former mouth having to voluntarily lower his jaw and widen its opening to allow it to enter. Hiram may have never done this back in his cis het days but Benito’s body was guiding him through it almost as if instinctual. The impossible size finally hitting the back of his throat where it continued to go down a little. Just as he was worried he may pass out a reprieve came as it slid out but not before it was quickly reintroduced. Benito began pounding his former throat as a devious grin wiped across his face. The satisfaction of humbling his former bully with his own tool was the cherry on top. This coupled with the preshow he gave was already a lot of jerking for this body. Premature to the fun he was having with his former self, he felt it. This had to be the climax. Benito relished the feeling as the warmth surrounded him, his core tightened and as he freaked out about what was coming, no pun intended, he released his hands from their exploration and placed both on the back of his former head and released down his throat. Pulse after pulse had him moaning and convulsing in pleasure. He forced Hiram to take the warm salty delight in stride.

“Oh hohohooooo yeah. Take itttttttunfhhhhhhhhh.”

After the moment was done, Benito pulled his softening yet still intimidating looking dick out of Hiram’s mouth. And as the twink stared up at his former face with a mix of fear and ferocity, Benito bent over and locked lips to give him the sluttiest make out for 30 seconds. Locked lips, tongues tied, bitten lips. Benito sauntered out of the shower before getting dressed.

He looked over at himself in the mirror…despite getting everything he thought he wanted something was gnawing at him….hmmm I need to be bigger…..need to hit the gym some more I’m looking small.

A haunting voice laughing in the distance knowing full well that just because Benito got a male body finally, he’ll never be able to outrun his own dissatisfaction with his perception of himself.

But Benito would sure try…

[otherboys2]

Reason to: Switch Body with Your Stepfather

So you can do whatever you damn well please with no one else having an authority above you. The violent bastard can enjoy living life as a meek and frail 19 years old twink that just flunked out of art school and your older stepbrothers got zero ideas that their bio dad actually locked inside the twink they bullied relentlessly and treated like a servant. The neighbors? Well, they can fuck around and find out on their own if they ever have problem with old Gene having some promiscuous male guests in and out of his home frequently or his new habit of showing off his muscular built in all its glory every day after work. If they have a problem with you lounging around in YOUR OWN HOUSE wearing the skimpiest clothing YOU BOUGHT WITH YOUR OWN MONEY, well, they are very much welcome to speak directly to you as long as they won't stare too long at your perky nipples that decorated your beefy, hairy pecs or hypnotized by your stained, musky jockstrap that clearly hide a weapon of mass breeding beneath it. Point is, authority is the reason why you should switch body with your abusive and domineering stepfather.

[otherboys2]

Swapped At Birth.... With Dad?!

(AI-Generated - My 1000th post on this blog! Let's celebrate it with an utterly perverse story featuring one of my absolute favourite TF themes; to find out you've been swapped at birth! Bring some tissues and enjoy! /Verus)

Liam, at eighteen, had never felt at home in his own skin. Lean, smooth, with sharp green eyes and a mop of dark hair, he stood apart from his family—his burly, hairy father, Joel, and his petite, nervous mother, Karen. Their suburban house was a pressure cooker for Liam’s secrets: his homosexuality and a perverse, years-long obsession with his father’s thick, hairy body. 

Joel, forty-two, was an office manager with a thick beard, a furry belly that strained his khaki pants, and a scent of sweat and cedar that drove Liam wild. Late at night, Liam would sneak into the laundry, burying his face in Joel’s sweat-stained shirts, inhaling the primal musk, jerking off to visions of his dad’s hairy chest, rough hands, and the commanding way he filled a room.

It was a shameful fixation, one he’d never dared voice, until a government letter upended their lives.

The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with a cryptic insignia. Karen opened it, her hands trembling as she read aloud: Liam had been “swapped at birth” due to a rare quantum anomaly, his mind had jumped into another body during delivery. A secret department was contacting affected families, summoning them to a facility to learn the truth. Liam’s heart raced—fear, hope, and a twisted thrill coiled in his gut. Who could he possibly be? A boy from another family?

Joel the father scoffed, tossing the letter onto the kitchen counter. “Bunch of nonsense.” 

But Karen’s voice quivered as she recalled her husband suddenly fainting during Liam’s birth, waking up with amnesia for a month. “You were… different after, Joel. Maybe this can explain why…” 

They drove to the facility the next day, Liam buzzing with anticipation, his cock half-hard in his jeans at the possibilities of his real identity. Joel sat silent, his hairy hands gripping the wheel, dread etched into his bearded face.

In a sterile room, the air humming with machinery, a wiry scientist explained. “At birth, Liam’s consciousness swapped with another’s due to a quantum anomaly. His current body isn’t his biological one.”

Liam leaned forward, pulse hammering, his erection pressing against his zipper. “Who’d I swap with? Who am I really?” 

The scientist hesitated, glancing at Joel, then dropped the bomb. “Your father, Joel. Liam’s mind is in Joel’s biological body, and Joel’s mind is in Liam’s.” 

The room tilted. Karen gasped, clutching her purse. Joel’s face went pale, his meaty hands trembling.

“That’s impossible,” the father growled, voice cracking. “I’m me. I’ve always been me!” 

Liam, though, felt a surge of perverse ecstasy, his cock throbbing painfully. He was his own father? That hairy, beefy, musky body he’d lusted after was his? His mind flooded with images of Joel’s hairy chest jiggling as he walked, his armpits dripping after a long day, his cock heavy in his khakis. Liam bit his lip, stifling a moan, precum soaking his boxers.

The scientist pressed on. “Karen, you mentioned Joel’s amnesia post-birth. That aligns with the swap. Liam, as a baby’s mind forced into an adult body, had to adapt and assume his new identity. Joel, in the baby’s body, retained no memories as the shock erased his past adult life.”

Karen nodded slowly, her eyes with a glimmer of slow realization. “He was… off for weeks. Confused, distant, as if he didn’t recognize himself. I had to teach him everything anew.” 

Joel slammed a fist on the table, his voice raw. “This is bullshit! I can’t be my own son!” 

Liam barely heard, his body thrumming with desire. He stared at his furious father—his rightful body—imagining burying his face in that hairy chest, licking the sweat from his pits, owning every musky inch.

“Holy fuck, that’s me…” he whispered, voice low, his erection aching as he shifted in his seat. 

The scientist cleared his throat. “Per regulation, now that Liam’s eighteen, the swap must be reversed tomorrow, regardless of consent.”

Joel’s eyes widened, horror carving lines into his face. Liam’s lips curled into a wicked grin, his cock leaking at the thought of claiming his birthright. “Give it back, Dad” he said, voice thick with lust, locking eyes with his father Joel. “That body, your life, it’s mine. Always has been!”

Joel recoiled, his beard quivering. “Y-You don’t want this, Liam. My body’s a wreck, so hairy, constantly sweaty, and literally falling apart. I’m forty-two, stuck in a boring office job, pushing papers all day. You’ll lose twenty-four years of your life!” 

Liam’s grin widened, his mind painting a vivid picture: himself as his father Joel, sitting at a desk, shirt stained with sweat marks under his pits, the musk of his hairy body filling the cubicle, colleagues staring at his commanding bulk.

“Oh, I want it,” he purred, leaning forward, voice dripping with depravity. “I want every hairy inch, every drop of sweat, that boring job, all of it. It’s mine, Dad, and I’m taking it back.” 

Joel’s face crumpled, his voice a plea. “You’re young, Liam. You’ve got your whole life. Don’t throw it away for… for this!” He gestured at his hairy thick frame, but Liam’s eyes gleamed, devouring the chest, the hair, the man he was destined to become. Or to be more correct, the man he had always been.

—

Back home, the house was a pressure cooker. Joel locked himself in the garage, his despair a heavy cloud. Karen paced, muttering about fate, her eyes red. Liam, though, was alight with perverse hunger, his cock hard as he slipped into his parents’ bedroom. He threw open Joel’s closet, the scent hitting him, cedar, sweat, and musk. He grabbed a flannel shirt, pressing it to his nose, inhaling so deeply his head spun, the musky tang making him moan. 

“This is mine,” he growled, snatching a pair of khaki pants, their worn fabric heavy with Joel’s essence. He stripped to his boxers, the air cool against his lean frame, and slipped on the shirt, buttons straining, then the pants, loose but intoxicating. In the mirror, he looked absurd—too slim for his dad’s clothes—but the fantasy of filling them with Joel’s thick, hairy bulk sent shivers through him.

He rubbed his cock through the khakis, the fabric slick with precum, moaning, “Soon, I’ll be you, Dad. Sweating in these, waddling through your office, stinking of you.” He came in the pants, shuddering, the mess a promise of the life he’d claim.

That night, Liam knocked on Joel’s door, voice firm. “Dad, we need to talk.” 

Joel, slumped on the couch, looked shattered, his beard flecked with sweat, eyes hollow with dread. “What’s there to say? I can’t believe this isn’t my life, my real body...”

Liam’s gaze devoured Joel’s body—his original body—lingering on the hairy forearms, the furry chest straining his tee, the faint musk wafting from him. “I want to see it. My body. Before tomorrow.” 

Joel flinched, shaking his head. “That’s sick, Liam. You don’t know what you’re asking.”

Liam stepped closer, voice low, dripping with lust. “It’s mine, Dad. My birthright. I need to feel what’s always been mine.” Joel’s shoulders sagged, too broken to fight, and he nodded, trudging to the bedroom, each step a surrender of the life he’d known.

On the bed, Joel stripped, his movements slow, reluctant, his face a mask of shame. Liam’s breath caught as his dad lay back, naked, the hairy, thick-muscled body he’d craved exposed in all its glory. Thick chest hair curled in dark waves, spilling down to a soft, furry belly that jiggled with each breath. Joel’s cock, nestled in a bush of pubes, hung heavy, his balls low and full, glistening with sweat.

Liam knelt beside him, hands trembling with ravenous excitement, his erection painful in the khakis. “This is mine,” he purred, voice thick, running his fingers through the chest hair, tugging hard, relishing the coarse texture. “All this hair, this sweat, it’s what I was born to have.” 

Joel tensed, eyes shut, his body a betrayed temple. “You don’t want this, Liam,” he whispered, voice cracking. “It’s heavy, it’s messy, it’s not what you think.”

Liam smirked, pinching the furry bear gut, squeezing the flesh, moaning at the give. “Oh, I want it, Dad. I want to feel this belly bounce, to smell your pits after a day at that boring office. It’s mine, and I’m fucking taking it back.”

He leaned in, pressing his nose deep into Joel’s hairy armpit, the musk—sweaty, primal, intoxicating—hitting him like a drug. He groaned, tongue flicking out to taste the salt, his cock leaking as he nuzzled deeper. 

“God, this smell,” he moaned, voice muffled. “It’s me, Dad. This is what I’m supposed to stink like.”

Joel shuddered, a sob escaping. “Please, Liam, this isn’t right... Don’t do this.” 

Liam ignored him, hands roaming to Joel’s face, stroking the beard, tracing every scar, every pore. “This face,” he whispered, voice a low growl, “it’s mine. These eyes, this beard… I’ll wear them, I’ll live them.”

He slid lower, eyes locked on Joel’s cock, tugging playfully, feeling it twitch, then cupping the balls, rolling them, savoring their weight. “And this,” he purred, “this cock, these balls… they’re mine, too. I’ll stroke them, play with them, cum as you.” 

Joel grunted, face flushed with humiliation. “It’s not a gift, Liam. It’s a burden.”

Liam leaned close, inhaling the musky scent of Joel’s groin, and dragged his tongue across the tip, savoring the salty precum. “Just tasting myself,” he growled, grinning as Joel’s breath hitched, his body betraying him. “It’s perfect, Dad. Every inch of you is what I was born to be.” Joel turned away, silent, his spirit crushed.

Liam sat back, eyes burning with depravity. “One last time, Dad. Jerk off for me. I want to see my body in action.” 

Joel’s jaw tightened, tears welling, but he complied, wrapping a meaty hand around his cock, stroking slowly, each pump a funeral for his identity. Liam watched, mesmerized, his own erection soaking the khakis. The sight of his dad’s hairy hand pumping, the pecs jiggling, the low, pained grunts was everything he’d fantasized, now amplified by the truth that it was rightfully his. 

“That’s it,” Liam whispered, imagining himself stroking that cock, sitting in Joel’s office chair, sweat dripping, khakis tented. “Show me what’s it like cumming as me, Dad.”

When Joel came, ropes of cum splattered his chest and beard, a final act in a body he’d never touch again. Liam leaned in, swiping a bead from the beard, licking it slowly, eyes locked on his father, and moaned, “Thanks for keeping my body warm all these years, Dad. You did so fucking good.”

Joel turned away, sobbing, but Liam wasn’t done. He climbed onto the bed, hugging his dad tight, hands groping the hairy, thick flesh, squeezing the belly, the thighs, the furry ass, fingers digging into every inch he’d soon own. 

“Tomorrow, this is mine,” he whispered into his father’s ear, voice dripping with lust, his cock grinding against his father’s hip through the khakis. “Your life, your body, your smell, your boring job… it’s all going to belong to me, Dad. I’m finally coming home.”

Joel shuddered, his sobs muffled, but Liam pressed closer, savoring the warmth, the musk, the reality of stealing his father’s entire existence.

—

The next morning, the sun cast harsh light through the blinds, and Liam was awake before dawn, his lean body thrumming with perverse anticipation. He’d slept in Joel’s khakis, the scent of his dad’s sweat clinging to him, and jerked off three times in the night, each orgasm a vow to claim his birthright. Downstairs, Joel was a ghost, slumped at the kitchen table, unshaven, his thick beard flecked with crumbs from untouched toast. His eyes were bloodshot, hands trembling around a coffee mug, the weight of losing his life etched into every line. 

Karen hovered, wringing her hands. “We have to go, Joel. They said it’s mandatory.” 

Joel slammed the mug down, coffee sloshing. “Mandatory? They’re taking everything from me!” 

Liam, leaning in the doorway, watched with a twisted mix of pity and hunger, his gaze devouring his father’s hairy forearms, the furry chest straining his tee. That’s mine, he thought, his cock hard in the khakis, precum soaking through as he kept picturing himself at his father’s desk, sweat stains blooming, his hairy bulk commanding the room.

The drive to the facility was a funeral procession. Joel gripped the pickup’s steering wheel, knuckles white, his despair a tangible fog. Karen murmured about “doing what’s right,” her voice cracking. Liam sat in the back, staring at his dad’s broad shoulders, the curl of hair at his neck, imagining licking the sweat there, owning that flesh. He adjusted himself, the perverse thrill of becoming his father making him lightheaded, his erection a constant ache. 

At the facility, they were ushered into the sterile room, where two sleek, pod-like chambers loomed, their glass glinting under fluorescent lights. The scientist waited, clipboard in hand, his tight smile doing little to ease the tension.

The scientist cleared his throat, facing Joel’s scowl and Liam’s eager, lustful grin. “Before we proceed, there’s a critical update. To ensure the minds adapt smoothly, we must transfer all memories and knowledge between you. Liam will receive Joel’s full life experience. Basically all his skills, his past, his personality traits. Joel, you’ll receive Liam’s.” 

Joel’s face went ashen, his voice a broken roar. “What the hell? That wasn’t the deal! You’re stealing my fucking memories too?!”

Liam’s breath caught, his cock throbbing so hard he nearly moaned. Not just his dad’s body—his hairy chest, bearded face, musky scent—but his mind? Every moment of his father’s life—growing up with his grandparents, fucking Karen, downing beers with that gruff laugh, sitting at his desk with sweat-stained shirts—would be his? His mouth watered, precum dripping down his thigh as he pictured himself being Joel, fully, irrevocably, his hairy bulk sweating through a day at the office.

“That’s… fucking perfect,” Liam growled, voice thick with desire, unable to hide the bulge in his khakis.

Joel shot to his feet, chair crashing. “No! I didn’t sign up for this! You’re not taking my memories!” He lunged for the door, his heavy frame moving with desperate speed, but two guards in black uniforms blocked him, their grips iron. 

“Mr. Lawson, this is regulation,” the scientist said calmly, nodding to the guards. 

Joel thrashed, his hairy beefy arms flailing, bellowing, “Let me go! I’m not going to become my son!”

Liam watched, heart pounding, arousal spiking at his dad’s raw power—his power, soon. His cock pulsed, the sight of Joel’s chest jiggling, his beard askew, his musk filling the room, driving him wild.

“You can’t run, Dad,” Liam purred, voice low. “That body, that life, those memories—it’s all mine. I’m just taking it back, every sweaty, hairy inch.”

A guard jabbed a syringe into Joel’s neck, and his protests slurred, his body slumping, a fallen giant. “Sedation’s for his safety,” the scientist said, as the guards dragged Joel’s limp form to one of the pods.

Liam’s eyes devoured him—his body, hairy and thick, ready to be claimed—his erection painful as he whispered, “Fuck, I’m gonna love becoming you…”

Before stepping into his own pod, Liam paused, unable to resist. He crossed to Joel’s pod, where his father lay unconscious, hairy bulk sprawled, chest rising slowly. Liam’s hands trembled as he reached out, running his fingers through the thick chest hair, tugging gently, the coarse texture sending shivers through him. 

“Mine,” he growled, groping the furry chest, squeezing the soft flesh, his cock leaking in his khakis. “These pecs, this hair—it’s always been mine.” 

He leaned down, face inches from his father’s, and stroked the beard, feeling every scar, every bristle, the musk of sweat and cedar overwhelming. “So fucking perfect,” he moaned, then pressed his lips to Joel’s, kissing him deeply, tongue plunging into his dad’s mouth. The taste—salty, earthy, with a hint of coffee and cum from last night—flooded his senses, and he groaned, sucking on Joel’s beard, relishing the flavors that would soon be his forever.

“I’m coming home, Dad,” he whispered, licking his lips, his erection a throbbing promise as he pulled back, panting.

The scientist gestured to the second pod. “Liam, please.”

Liam stripped to his boxers, stealing one last glance at his lean, smooth body before climbing in, the cold metal a shock against his overheated skin. His unconscious father remained in the opposite pod, his hairy bulk still, his musky scent lingering even from across the room. Liam’s gaze locked on him—his body, his life—and he moaned softly, “Can’t fucking wait to begin my life anew with that body…”

The scientist adjusted dials, explaining, “The process will transfer your consciousness and all memories. You’ll wake as your biological selves, fully integrated.” 

Joel stirred faintly, mumbling, “No… not my son…” his voice a fading plea, but Liam just grinned, his cock leaking as the pod’s lid closed, the final barrier to his destiny.

A hum filled the chamber, vibrations pulsing through Liam’s body. His vision blurred, a flood of images crashing in—Joel’s childhood, running through fields, his first kiss with Karen under a streetlight, the burn of whiskey at a bar, the weight of a pen in calloused hands at his desk, sweat soaking his shirt. 

Liam’s own memories of sneaking his dad’s shirts, licking his cum last night, kissing his beard moments ago slowly mingled, then faded, drowned by his father’s life pouring in. Pain seared his skull, then pleasure, raw and primal, as his consciousness stretched, reshaped. He felt heavier, thicker, his senses sharpening—cedar, sweat, musk enveloping him. His cock, his father’s cock, throbbed, and he groaned, the sound deep, gravelly, his. The hum peaked, a white-hot surge, and then complete blackness.

—

When Liam opened his eyes, the pod’s lid was open, and the world was his. He sat up, slow, heavy, his body dense with glorious weight. His broad, rough, knuckles scarred hands flexed, and he ran them over his chest, fingers sinking into thick, curly hair that felt like home. 

“Holy fuck,” he rasped, Joel’s voice, now his, vibrating in his throat. 

He looked down, grinning at the furry chest, the hairy thighs, the cock nestled in dark pubes, already hard and leaking. He swung his legs out, standing, the floor cool against his bare feet, and caught his reflection in the pod’s glass. Joel’s face, his face, stared back: blue eyes, scruffy beard, short thin hair. He stroked the beard, moaning at the coarse texture, then lifted an arm, burying his nose in the hairy armpit, inhaling the musky, sweaty scent he’d worshipped. 

“I’m him,” he growled, cock pulsing, precum dripping as he groped his belly, his balls, relishing the perverse truth: he was Joel, his own father, every hairy, thick inch rightfully his, with every memory of backpacking as a young man, fucking Karen, sweating through endless office days his to fully savor.

He flexed his thick arms, feeling the weight, the power, and imagined himself at Joel’s desk, shirt clinging to his hairy chest, sweat marks blooming under his pits, the musk of his body filling the cubicle. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna stink up that office,” he moaned, stroking his cock, the fantasy of living Joel’s boring, sweaty life pushing him to the edge. Across the room, the other pod opened, and a lean figure sat up—Liam’s old body, now housing his former father’s shattered mind. 

“What… where am I?” the former Joel mumbled, his voice high, confused, green eyes wide as he patted his smooth chest, his slim frame. “No, no, this isn’t me!” He stumbled out, catching sight of his former son now in his body and froze, his face crumpling. “You… you’re not me!” 

Liam grinned, stepping closer, his hairy bulk looming, his musk filling the air. “I’m you, Dad. Or, well, I’m Joel now. Feels so fucking good.”

The former Joel backed away, tears streaming. “They took everything! My life, my memories, my body!” His voice cracked, a man stripped of his identity, his twenty-four years stolen by the son who now stood before him, groping his own furry chest with a lustful grin.

Liam’s eyes roamed his old body, but it felt irrelevant, a discarded shell. He was home, in this hairy, thick flesh, his father's office skills, his gruff laugh, his entire life wired into his brain. 

“Sorry, Son,” he purred, voice dripping with depravity, squeezing his cock, moaning as he pictured himself in his khakis, sweat-stained and musky at the office. “This is mine now. Your thick beard, your furry pecs, your boring job… I’m gonna live it, stink it up, make it mine.” 

The former Joel sobbed, shaking his head. “I-I know I’m not Liam! I should be Joel Lawson!!”

The scientist intervened, voice calm. “The transfer was successful. You’re in your biological bodies, with full memory integration. Adjustment will take time.”

But former Joel’s cries were a dirge, his despair a stark contrast to Liam’s ecstasy, his heavy steps a triumphant march as he followed the scientist for debriefing, already planning his first night of jerking off in Joel’s crisp shirts, hitting a leather bar, fucking a bear senseless as the musky, hairy daddy he was born to be, his father’s life now his to fully live out for the rest of his days.

[otherboys2]

BFB: Part Four

CONTENT WARNING: This story includes themes of transformation and body control with a suggestive approach. If this type of narrative is not to your liking or you do not meet the recommended age, we suggest you do not continue. All images used (if any) belong to their respective owners. I claim no authorship over them and they are only used for illustrative purposes.

If you decide to go ahead, welcome to Possessed Desires, where mind and body are never completely under your control.

BFB: Blowout For Bro (Part Four)

Part One: BFB - Borrowed From Bro

Part Two: BFB - Be Friend's Body

Part Three: BFB - Bro's Forbidden Bliss

- Are you ready for your birthday, Jamie?

- Yes, thank you.

I smiled softly watching her leave the room, as she closed the door. I could only throw myself on the bed to cover my face with my hands.

Shit, shit. Jamie escaped yesterday and we hadn't found him anywhere, he hadn't taken the car, but there wasn't a trace of where he was. It was as if he had vanished! And worst of all: We were both still in each other's bodies, and today was his party. I heard someone knocking on the door, and immediately Luca poked his head through the wood.

- May I come in?

- Yes, yes. Come in...

I mumbled as I took off my shirt to try to find something to wear.

- How are you feeling?

- Well, someone escaped with my body, I don't know where he is and I'll probably stay like this forever, and you?

Luca let out a soft laugh. He shook his head and leaned on my shoulder.

- It wouldn't be so bad to stay in his body, would it?

- Maybe but... - I murmured, playing with my hands - It's just not my body, you know? I like it, I love it but... It's not the same to be inside him, than to be able to be with him.

Luca nodded softly, then hugged me.

- Everything will be fine, brother.

I smiled while I hugged him, we stayed like that for a while but then I hit him on the shoulder.

- Ouch, what's wrong with you?

- I don't forget that you took advantage of Jamie being in my body, silly.

JAMIE

- How good you look, Beck...

I muttered against the mirror, with an arrogant smile, I watched how his muscles glistened with sweat, how thick they looked, how stinky he smelled… The rancid aroma coming from my new armpits, filling every inch of the room, I loved being in this body. How powerful I felt, all my shyness was behind me, how pathetic I looked, I was strong now. Powerful, all alpha.

- Do you like the way I smell, bro?

I said talking to myself.

I had "holed up" at one of Beck's friends' house, a pretext that I had a fight with my parents and needed a couple of days away from the chaos.

I was about to upload the story to his social networks when something popped up from among my old body's posts: 《 Jamie's Costume Party! 》

I blinked. I swallowed spit and it was like coming back to myself for a moment. It seemed like I kept losing control between myself and the perception I had about Beck, it almost seemed like it was a possession.

I had completely forgotten my birthday, I had even forgotten Beck. Shit, shit...

I started to grab some clothes to go out again and go back to the house, I had to sort out all the chaos I did. I loved Beckett for as long as I could remember, how funny he was, how his locks were twisted, his muscles... All that charisma I loved, and I wanted him; but not like this. I wanted him, not to be him.

I slid some boxers down my legs, letting them hug the muscles, I watched myself in the reflection for a second.

- Happy birthday, Jamie

I murmured, leaving a soft kiss against the reflection before putting on the rest of my clothes and heading outside.

I was almost home when I realized something. The party was supposed to be a costume party, wasn't it? I knew it was of almost zero importance that "Beck" was at the party. But if things couldn't work out, I wanted to at least enjoy my birthday party one way or another (and the sight of Beckett's body in a costume was very tempting).

So I decided to make an emergency stop at the costume store. I tried on many costumes, some hero ones, enjoying how the muscles were marked and the spandex stuck to my costume, the relief of every part of my new body...

But there was something that didn't quite convince me. Maybe it was too generic.

And... There was still the possibility of telling him how I felt about him. How I liked him, how he made me feel... How special he was to me (even though I wasn't to him), also that I regretted eloping with his body, and if I had anything to do with us ending up like this.

I was thinking about it all when I noticed the perfect disguise, I smiled slyly, bingo.

BECKETT 

I was pacing around the room nervously, moving my hands from side to side, intertwining my fingers, stretching them, moving them in circles. I could hear the music booming outside, the laughter and the people in the different parts of the house like the pool or the hallway.

Luca came back in.

- Hey, you're missing everything!

- I can't get out...

- What? But you're the king of parties, Beck

- Exactly. Me, Beck. No Jamie, I don't feel comfortable. Besides, I don't even have a costume to wear!

- And did you even think of that before you said you wanted a costume party?

I sighed in denial. He went to the closet to look through a couple of things, pulled something out and just held it out to me.

- Worse is nothing.

And he left the room again. I looked at what he was holding, it was a ridiculous winter hat, I let out a snort. But I decided to put it on, as soon as I put it on I felt an impulse just like when I woke up in Jamie's body.

I let out a sigh loaded with excitement, I took off everything I was wearing except for the hat, I started caressing my body with a silly smile on my lips. It was like feeling electricity running through my body, I wanted to stop? Stop whatever it was I was feeling but it was almost like a greater force.

I squeezed and massaged my chubby legs as I let the muscle bounce, caressing my thighs. What would it be like to feel them against my shoulders? To have her plump buttocks against me. All of Jamie's just for me.

I looked at myself in the reflection again, bobbing up and down against the mattress, propelling myself as if I were bouncing Jamie against myself.

- Beck, I love it... - I mumbled in between gasps, panting and biting my bottom lip - You're so big and stinky, do whatever you want to me with those huge muscles.

It was getting to be quite a treat to hear him say those things, as he came. I was almost going on when I heard the door again, I immediately covered myself to see Luca who looked at me confused.

- For the love of... You must stop making me find you in these situations, for God's sake, there's such a thing as lock! - Luca went out. Although that interruption allowed me to come back to myself, I let "it" cool down and put my clothes back on to go out.

Jamie's costume was based on a simple ridiculous hat. It was almost eight o'clock at night, I advanced through the crowd as I waved (to people I didn't know), tried to keep a smile on my face but... What if we stayed like this? What would I do if there was no return ticket? I would have to adjust to being Jamie? Take charge of a life I knew nothing about at all.

I knew him, yes. I knew what his favorite food was, that his favorite color was blue, his favorite animal was crows. I knew a thousand things about him, but... I didn't know his friends, his school schedule, or what his extracurriculars were. Had he already applied to college?

I walked down the corridors until I came up for air.

- You can't stand being inside either?

I looked around to find my old body. He was wearing some kind of Greek God costume, which highlighted all his muscles... With his legs spread wide, he was almost the epitaph of masculinity.

- Jamie - I smiled at the sight of him. My heart fluttered

- Beck... Hello - he said a little shyly, he stood in a much more natural position for him - I wanted to apologize. I didn't mean to run off with your body or anything like that, really...

- You don't have to explain anything, relax - I sat down next to him to watch him - By the way, happy birthday.

- Thank you - he nodded with a soft smile. There was a long silence between us - So... Are we going to stay like this forever?

- It seems so... I have no idea how to solve this whole predicament.

Again, silence.

- I must tell you something then - he turned around, with some nervousness in his voice - If we're going to stay like this forever, I must at least tell you. I... Well, you... I like you, Beck. I've always liked you, I've always thought you were so cute, and you're special to me. I don't know why you pulled away so much if... We used to have fun together, I think. Maybe you already know this and that's why you walked away from me, but I had to tell you.

He murmured. Silence settled for a while until I dared to take him by the cheeks and kiss him.

His face flushed, it was as if the words had faded from him.

- Jamie... I like you too. I've always liked you, the first moment I saw you, I knew I wanted to be with you; but... you're my little brother's best friend, and you're like a little brother to me. I think that's why I never dared to say anything to you, I was afraid that you would reject me or that it would be too strange to be with me. But... I like you too, Jamie.

He reached up to grab me from the back of my neck and kissed me slowly and passionately, it was like feeling fireworks. I swear I felt the world spin around us and when I didn't realize it, I saw Jamie in front of me.

He looked at his hands and then ran them down his body, he came over and hugged me tightly with a giggle before kissing me again.

- So that was it, that's what we were supposed to tell each other?

- It seems so - I murmured smiling, stroking his hair.

He snuggled into my arms, and I kissed him again with a chaste kiss.

After that, his party went on - evidently much more normal than before - he blew out the candles on his cake, I danced with him for a couple of songs and everything seemed to go perfectly, I had finally been honest with him.

- Having a good time, Beck? - Luca stood next to me, sipping gently from his glass.

- I'm not complaining. It's nice to be back in my body.

- I'm glad. But I warn you, if you dare to break Jamie's heart...

- Luca, calm down - At that moment Jamie appeared to place his hand on Luca's arm - We are fine, you don't need to threaten him, calm down.

Luca narrowed his eyes and then left.

- Good thing he's my brother - I said with a chuckle. Jamie only negotiated to place his hand on my chest, caressing me while he looked at me in a somewhat... curious way.

- You know, I think we were both very curious about our bodies. Don't you want to... do it for real this time?

I smiled taking him by the waist with some force.

- In your room or mine?

The End

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Interstate Interchange (A Body Swap Story)

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Interstate Interchange

The sun had long dipped behind the treeline when the interstate stretched out into a ribbon of pure twilight. The highway shimmered under the weight of a thousand forgotten stories, and two cars miles apart, yet destined, kept pace in the same lane, bound for the same nameless destination.

One was a black Chevy, polished clean, with smooth tires and leather seats that clung to the driver’s trim waist like a second skin. Inside sat Joey, a handsome college senior with an athletic frame, weekend stubble lining his sharp jaw, and a look of effortless superiority. He drove one-handed, his fingers tapping the wheel to an EDM playlist, confident in every motion.

The other, an aging silver Corolla, sagged under the weight of its driver. Eric, large and soft in all the wrong ways, hunched over the wheel, his belly brushing the dashboard, his fingers leaving grease on the touch screen. A neckbeard crept like ivy around his jawline, and his glasses constantly slid down his sweaty nose.

They saw each other on the road. Not right away. That came later.

At first, it was nothing. Just two drivers passing on the highway, glimpses caught in side mirrors and reflected in gas station glass. But hours passed. Towns vanished in the rearview. Rest stops came and went. And somehow, neither car left the other's orbit.

Joey noticed first. He glanced to his left while cruising at 73 and saw that overweight guy again. Same university parking tag on the dash. Same direction. Same tired stare. Joey scoffed to himself but couldn’t look away. The guy looked soggy, like melted clay crammed into clothes two sizes too small.

But something about the man stuck with him.

He wondered, uncomfortably at first, what does it feel like to carry that much weight? How does it feel to live with a body that sags, sweats, presses against itself constantly? What does he see when he looks at someone like me?

Joey adjusted his seat, suddenly aware of his toned thighs in basketball shorts, the cool air drying sweat along his firm chest. His armpit hair tickled lightly with the breeze of the AC. He caught his own reflection in the rearview mirror. He looked strong, clean, and desirable. He exhaled, and a strange guilt bloomed in his chest. Or was it curiosity?

Eric felt it too.  Even through his blurry vision, he’d clocked the black Chevy early on. The guy was like a Greek statue in motion. He had angular arms draped across the wheel, tight shirt clinging to his chest, that stubble framing a face that belonged on a billboard.

Eric should’ve ignored him. Should’ve looked away. But something about that smoothness, that effortlessness. How would it feel to walk into a room and not disappear? To smell like cologne and sun-warmed skin instead of sweat and shame?

He looked down at his stained t-shirt, clinging damply to his chest. His belly peeked out when he shifted in his seat. He could smell himself and it was sour and earthy. What would it be like… to be that fit driver?

As the evening thickened into night, something unspoken passed between the two cars. Like a magnetic pull. They both signaled at the same exit, pulled into the same gravel pit rest area, and parked just one spot apart. The air outside was heavy with humidity, and for a moment, neither man moved.

Joey stepped out of his car first, his muscles tight from the long drive. He arched his back, stretching until his shirt lifted enough to expose the pale ridge of his obliques, a faint line of sweat clinging to his skin. The light of the rest stop flickered above him, buzzing like an insect on its last legs.

Eric watched from the pump, barely breathing.

Joey turned and for the first time, they locked eyes. Really locked eyes. The world seemed to shift, as if the axis of the Earth had realigned to run through this gas station outside of nowhere.

Joey gave a crooked half-smile. “Hey. You go to Minton U too?”

Eric swallowed. “Yeah. I, uh… recognized the tag on your bumper. Been behind you for a while.”

Joey tilted his head, frowning like he was working through a dream. “Yeah… I noticed that. Thought it was weird, y’know? But not bad weird. More like… meant-to-be weird.”

Eric’s pulse beat against his throat. “What do you mean?”

Joey scratched the back of his neck, eyes narrowing slightly. “I don’t know, man. It’s like… I kept catching glimpses of you in the rearview, and I couldn’t look away. Like I was supposed to see you. Like… I was supposed to be you.”

Eric’s breath caught in his throat. He stepped closer, every nerve raw. “I kept thinking the same thing.”

Joey blinked. “Wait, seriously?”

Eric’s voice cracked. “All day. I kept imagining myself in your skin. Your face. Your body. Your life.”

Joey’s lips parted, but he didn’t laugh. Neither of them did. The night thickened, the hum of cicadas rising like static in a dream.

“I was ashamed to admit it, even to myself,” Eric confessed. “But there was this… itch. In my brain. In my body. Like the only way to make it stop was to know what it’s like to live inside you.”

Joey looked away, chest rising and falling. “I was ashamed too. But it also… turned me on. Like, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Wearing your shirt. Smelling your sweat. Saying your name and making it mine.”

Eric whispered, “Me too.”

They stood in silence, everything unspoken stretching between them like a rubber band pulled to its limit.

Then Eric spoke again, low and deliberate. “I have a proposal. But it’s a little crazy”

Joey didn’t hesitate. “Say it.”

Eric gestured toward the restroom. “Let’s swap. Clothes. Cars. Everything. Just for tonight. Let’s see how it goes.”

Joey’s eyes gleamed with something hungry. He nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, okay.”

The bathroom door clicked shut behind them, the fluorescent light buzzing overhead. Eric shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his oversized shirt swallowing him whole. He could feel the seams of the fabric straining against his body, the heat of the small space making his skin prickle. Joey leaned casually against the sink, his fitted shirt stretching across the firm contours of his chest.

Neither of them spoke for a moment, the silence thick with something unspoken.

“So…” Joey started, his voice low and smooth. He tilted his head, his eyes scanning Eric’s frame with an intensity that made Eric’s stomach flip.

“So,” Eric echoed, his voice shaky. He pulled at his shirt, trying to ease the tightness around his midsection. “You really want to do this?”

Joey didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he pushed off the sink and took a step closer, his presence filling the room. His eyes lingered on Eric’s face, then dropped to his body, taking in every curve, every fold. There was something in his gaze, a curiosity, maybe, or something deeper. Something Eric couldn’t quite place.

“Yeah,” Joey said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to do this. Don’t you?”

Eric swallowed hard. Did he? He’d fantasized about it all day. What it would be like to step into Joey’s body, to feel the confidence that radiated from him, to know what it was like to be wanted. But now that the moment was here, his heart was racing, his palms slick with sweat.

“I… yeah,” Eric stammered. “I do.”

Joey’s lips curved into a small smile, and he reached for the hem of his shirt. Eric’s breath hitched as Joey slowly pulled it up, revealing the taut muscles of his abdomen, the sharp lines of his chest. The fabric slipped over his head, and Joey tossed it aside, his bare skin gleaming under the harsh light.

Eric couldn’t look away. His eyes traced every inch of Joey’s body, from the broad shoulders to the defined arms, the firm chest, the narrow waist. It was everything he’d ever wanted, everything he’d ever dreamed of. And it was right there, just within reach.

Joey gave a nervous laugh, breaking the charge in the air. “This is fucking insane.”

Eric nodded, eyes glued to the curve of Joey’s torso. “Insane, yeah. But…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t have to.

They reached for each other’s shirts. Eric gripped Joey’s shirt, still warm from his skin, and pulled it over his head, shuddering as the musk hit his nose. It smelled of salt and sun and something distinctly male. Joey slid into Eric’s huge tee, the fabric foreign and thrilling against his skin.

Then came the pants.

Joey dropped his gym shorts to the tile floor, revealing strong thighs, sinewy and tan, with a bulge that made Eric momentarily forget to breathe. He wasn’t trying to show off. It just was.

Eric fumbled with his belt, then pushed his jeans down slowly, revealing boxer briefs stretched over a soft, pale belly, his legs thicker. The air buzzed between them, and for a long, silent beat, they stood like that, half-dressed, gazing openly.

Joey’s lips curled into a sly smile, and without another word, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his boxers, sliding them down slowly, deliberately.

The fabric caught on his hips for a moment before finally giving way, revealing the hard length of his cock, already half-hard and twitching against his thigh. Eric’s eyes widened, his breath hitching as he took in the sight. It was huge, thicker than he’d imagined, the vein running along the underside making it look even more imposing.

Joey let out a low chuckle, his voice teasing. “What? Not what you expected?”

Eric couldn’t find the words. His mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. Instead, his hands moved on their own, trembling as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the warm, smooth skin. Joey groaned softly at the touch, his hips bucking forward slightly, seeking more contact. Eric’s fingers wrapped around the base, his grip tentative, unsure. He couldn’t believe he was touching Joey like this, that he was allowed to touch him like this. His heart raced, and he felt a rush of heat spread through his body.

Joey’s hands were already moving, sliding Eric’s boxers down his hips, his touch firm but gentle. Eric froze, his cheeks flushing as the cool air hit his exposed skin. Joey’s eyes roamed over his body, his gaze hungry, taking in every detail. Eric’s cock was small, almost shy, nestled in a thatch of dark hair. Joey’s lips parted, a soft exhale escaping him as he reached out, his fingers brushing against the soft skin.

Eric’s breath caught as he took in the sight of Joey’s body, his eyes tracing every line, every muscle. Joey’s skin was smooth, his body toned and firm. It was everything Eric had ever wanted, and it was right there, just within reach.

Joey’s eyes roamed over Eric’s body, his expression filled with something Eric couldn’t quite place. “You’re beautiful,” Joey said again, his voice filled with awe.

They swapped boxers. Eric brought Joey’s to his face and inhaled, eyes fluttering shut. The scent was intoxicating with sweat, soap, and something raw. Joey did the same with Eric’s, lips parting slightly.

Then pants. Then socks. Then shoes. Every item peeled off or slipped on with attention, with longing. They watched how the fabrics clung differently, how they sat on unfamiliar hips.

Joey slid Eric’s glasses over his face, blinking. “Shit,” he whispered. “I feel like I’m becoming you.”

Eric was holding Joey’s ID, thumbing over the name. “This is so hot,” he murmured, slipping it into his wallet. “I want to be you. Not just wear you.”

They passed phones, wallets, keys. With every exchange, they whispered their new names aloud, again and again. Joey, now calling himself Eric, stared down at the cracked phone he’d inherited. Eric, now calling himself Joey, held Joey’s sleek one like a holy relic.

“This is real,” Joey as Eric said, voice trembling with awe. “We’re actually doing this.”

Eric as Joey grinned, boyish and unashamed. “And it feels amazing.”

Joey as Eric ran his hand slowly down the front of his new shirt, Eric’s shirt, feeling the tightness across a softer body. “Guess I should start answering to ‘Eric.’”

Eric as Joey adjusted the waistband of Joey’s shorts on his rounder hips and looked in the mirror, breath catching. “And I should start answering to Joey now. Holy shit. God, this feels right.”

Outside, the air was cooler. Fresher. The night wind carried their new scents, their new identities.

Joey raised a hand. “Later, Joey.”

Eric grinned. “See you around, Eric.”

They got into each other’s cars and drove back to the highway, their old selves left behind under the hum of that flickering light.

As the highway swallowed them again, the lines on the road seemed to bend. Joey drove the wheezing Corolla, sweat pooling in new places like beneath his gut, between his thighs. He breathed heavier. Felt every jolt in his spine. The air smelled different. He caught himself muttering, “I’m Eric,” over and over, his fingers sticky on the wheel. Meanwhile, Eric drove the Chevy like it was a chariot. His fingers flexed over the leather. He took off his shirt imagining he has abs and muscles even though in reality he was overtly obese.

After another two hours of night driving, the highway began to blur. Street signs smeared like watercolor in their headlights, and exhaustion hummed behind their eyes. The Blue Swallow Motel buzzed under a dying neon sign, flickering like a broken pulse against the night sky. Gravel crunched under tires as both cars rolled in at the same time, headlights dimming, engines silencing. The silence between the two men was charged, thick, and electric. They exited simultaneously, each carrying a duffel bag that didn’t belong to them.

The motel lobby was stale and yellow-lit, walls lined with faded pamphlets and a dusty ficus. Behind the desk, a clerk in a tan vest nursed lukewarm coffee, eyes narrowing as the two men stepped in.

Joey, presenting as Eric, approached first and slid an ID and credit card onto the counter. “One room. Name’s Eric Lard.”

The clerk picked up the ID: an overweight man with thick glasses. He looked at Joey. What he saw was a lean, sharp-jawed, handsome man. The resemblance was... off. He glanced at the man waiting behind him, who looked more like the guy on the card.

“This you?” the clerk asked.

Joey nodded. “Yep.”

“You’re... Eric Lard? You drop 200 pounds overnight?”

Joey smiled thinly. “Something like that.”

The second man stepped up. “I’ll take a room too. Joey Stoll.”

The clerk looked at the next ID. He saw a young, fit, confident man. He stared at the man before him: rounder face, tight shirt, greasy hair.

“You’re this guy?” the clerk asked.

Eric nodded. “Stress eating. Finals.”

The clerk looked between them, frowning. “You sure you didn’t just swap IDs?”

Joey leaned on the counter. “Nope. I’m Eric. He’s Joey.”

“Right,” the clerk muttered. “And pigs fly.”

Eric gave a low chuckle. “Why would I want to be a fatass like Eric Lard?” He lifted his shirt slightly, belly peeking out, pretending it was flat and tight.

Joey smirked. “What do you think this is? Freaky Friday?”

“Body swapping isn’t real,” Eric added.

The clerk narrowed his eyes, but finally relented. “Sure. Let’s go with that.”

“Alright then. Mr. Lard, Room 12. Mr. Stoll, Room 14,” he said, eyeing them both one more time. “Whatever game this is, you win. Enjoy your stay.”

And as they walked the hallway in opposite directions, bags in hand, bags that didn’t match their bodies, but matched their names, neither could stop thinking about the exchange. About being called Eric Lard. About being called Joey Stoll. About being seen and spoken to as the other man. It was intoxicating.

In their separate motel rooms, they stripped naked, slowly, deliberately like shedding old skin. The clothes they’d worn didn’t quite fit the bodies they had literally… but somehow, they fit them figuratively. Clothes that whispered of who they wanted to be.

They stepped into their showers. Two rooms apart, but moving like mirrors. Steam billowed. Water ran hot, cascading over skin that felt like it wasn't their own.

Joey stood under the stream, hands gliding over his chest, his abs. He let his eyes close. He imagined thicker arms. A rounder chest. Softer belly. A fuller face. Hair slicked down on a broader scalp. He imagined his body becoming Eric’s. And in that moment, he didn’t just picture it, he almost felt it.

Meanwhile, Eric dragged soap along his huge belly, jaw clenching as he stared at the fogged mirror. He imagined a flat stomach. Cut hips. Narrow waist. Hair that stayed in place without effort. A cock that matched a tighter, fitter frame. He imagined being Joey. And he could almost feel it. The difference. The shift. The desire. It made him stroke himself slowly, reverently, like he was Joey already.

After the water cooled and their skin prickled with heat, they pulled on each other’s clothes. Joey buttoned Eric’s shirt over his own chest with something like reverence. Eric tugged on Joey’s tighter jeans, savoring how they hugged differently now.

After the shower, they slept. And in their dreams, they found each other.

Joey appeared as a glowing blue figure. He still looked muscular.

Eric shimmered in soft purplish pink, round and heavy. They stood in a hazy, neon-lit void with no floor, no walls. Just them, suspended in color and longing.

Joey’s voice trembled. “I wish I could really be you.” Eric reached out, fingertips brushing Joey’s glowing jaw. “I want your life. Your face. Your body.”

The space between them rippled. Light twisted.

Joey’s blue form warped, softened, and swelled until he stood wide and round like Eric, but still tinted blue.

Across from him, Eric’s pink shape pulled tighter, straighter, and more muscular. Then his hands pressed against a firmer chest and stomach, eyes gleaming with awe.

They looked at each other. They were transformed yet glowing in their original colors and smiled.

And then, everything went dark.

They woke in the same bed and the same motel room they slept in that night.

Joey was heavy now. Belly rising and falling with his breath. The waistband of Eric’s old sweatpants fit perfectly. And Eric, he sat up fast, heart pounding, chest tight. He looked down at the flat plane of his stomach, the firm tension in his thighs beneath Joey’s jeans. He pressed his palm against his own abs, wide-eyed.

They ran outside their rooms and looked at each other.

And they knew. They had swapped. Really. Fully. Irrevocably.

Joey, now Eric, let out a stunned laugh. “Holy shit.”

Eric, now Joey, grinned, running a hand through his hair. “It worked.”

They dressed quickly. Every article of clothing fit perfectly. Shoes, socks, even the tension of a belt against the waist. It was seamless. Fated.

By midmorning, they were already on the road, driving to each other’s homes.

Joey, in Eric’s heavier body, gripped the steering wheel with confident hands, windows down, wind blowing through borrowed hair.

Eric, in Joey’s fit body, couldn’t stop smiling in the rearview mirror, his reflection showing him a future he’d only dared dream about.

Two men. Two cars. Two swapped souls. One interstate interchange.

The End.