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sebastianpickering · 11 days ago

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In a Jar

I briefly weighed the consequences before speaking up. My roommate used to be a typical gym bro, but recently he'd started to become a hermit. There was a little more than a month left in our lease, so if I could just put up with this new behavior for a few more weeks, I could remain blissfully unaware of whatever happened to Justin. But... that assumed that things weren't going to get worse. And if nothing else, being silent meant I would never be able to satisfy my curiosity. I had to know. "Hey, Justin, do you have a moment? I... there's something I wanted to talk to you about."

He paused, a brief look of concern flashing across his face before it was replaced with his trademark smile. "Yeah, roomie, any time. So, what's goin' on?"

I took a deep breath. "You've been acting really weird, lately. Ever since that hiking trip, it's almost like you became an entirely different person. And I don't just mean that you're spending less time with your friends or whatever," I added. "One of Tricia's friends told me the two of you haven't gone out on a date in over a week. You've been spending way more time alone in your room lately. And... you're allowed to spend more time online, but... I dunno, man... it's like a lot of your habits have changed."

"Pssh, yeah, okay" Justin said, rolling his eyes. "I don't have time for this. Let me know when you have a real concern, okay?" Justin slammed the door to his room behind him, and let out a dramatic sigh. Clearly he was trying to play it off, but I couldn't help but notice how weird it was that my roommate was choosing to hide in his room.

"That's what I mean!" I said, yelling through the closed door. "You're hiding from me when normally you would've yelled in my face by now! Your attitude is completely different, you completely re-arranged all of your products on the bathroom counter, you stopped hoarding dishes in your room, and just last week you folded and put away your clean laundry for, like, the first time ever!"

Justin couldn't help but laugh. "Take the hint, dude. Go away. Are you seriously trying to hold an intervention just because I felt like putting away my laundry?"

"Yes!" I yelled, standing my ground. "I am, and I don't appreciate you gaslighting me! Something happened to you, and it's freaking me out, dude! It's like the real Justin is gone, and you're like... his clone from a parallel dimension or something."

"Or like I'm an alien who has access to his memories, but not his behaviors and habits?"

"Yes, like a--- wait, what?" My eyes widened to see Justin open the door to his room, wearing nothing but a towel. More alarming, however, was the human brain sitting in a jar on his nightstand. My eyes widened in shock, and I could feel my heart hammering away in my chest. My own brain was yelling at me to run for my life, but my feet felt as though they were rooted to the ground. Justin wrapped his arms around my shoulders, allowing his towel to drop to the floor. Only the sight of Justin's massive cock had enough power to peel my eyes away from the disembodied brain.

"Sit down on my bed," Justin said, gently pushing me deeper into his room. "That's not a request," he added, when I tried to stand my ground. I obliged, sitting down on the edge of the bed so that his body stood between me and his brain. Maybe if I couldn't see it, it would be easier to pretend that nothing was wrong. "Here's the deal. I could waste time trying to keep up the charade, but we spend so much time in proximity to each other that you'll just figure it out again. I've already wiped your memory three times, I'm getting tired of it. Especially when this body has what you want."

I wanted to be alarmed by what he was saying, but Justin placed his hand on my inner thigh, and my thoughts started to short circuit. "Most of him has been hollowed out and discarded, but I kept his brain so I could have full access to his memories," he said, pointing to his head. "We both know the real Justin would never give you the time of day. But I'm not the real Justin," he said, leaning in to whisper into my ear. I shivered, feeling the heat of his breath against my skin.

"All you have to do is keep a secret." He kissed me on the lips, but when I moved forward to lean into the kiss, he had already pulled away. "Can you do that for me?" he said. I nodded, trying to figure out if it was my fear or my boner that was agreeing with him. "It's not like you have a choice," he added. "Between photoshop and AI images, no one will believe you. But if you were persistent about it, that could become... irritating."

He lifted his hand off of my thigh, and slipped it under the pant leg of my shorts. By the time I registered what he was doing, his hand was already inside my boxers. "Keep my secret, and I'll do anything you want." His hand firmly gripped my erection, and a high-pitched moan slipped out of my mouth. "If you want to plow my tight ass, it's all yours. Make Justin your bitch." I tried to reply, but I could barely form a coherent thought. I could feel his hand teasing my manhood, slowly stroking up and down as I fought desperately not to cum. The wet spot on the outside of my shorts grew wider as I leaked more and more. I looked into his eyes, pleading for him to stop, but he just kept smiling at me with that confident grin.

"Only... I don't think you want that," he said, pulling back his hand. "I've noticed you sniffing this body's jock straps. You love the thrill, the danger of knowing what he'd do to you if he ever caught you." Justin grabbed my shoulders and tossed me backwards, shoving me flat on his bed. He climbed on top of me, straddling me with his legs as he held his cock over my face. "You want me to be in control. You want to be used and abused." My nostrils were filled with his musk as he rubbed his nuts in my face. "You thought it was risky, knowing that Justin might beat you up? Piss me off, and you're dead." He leaned in close, again letting his breath tickle against my ear. "Your ass is mine. I own you."

I couldn't hold back anymore. I came right there, releasing my load into the front of my pants, spasm after spasm. My cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I tried to avoid eye contact. Whatever alien was inside of Justin, he had the power to destroy me utterly. I should have been afraid for my life-- instead, I was more turned on than I had ever felt before.

"I meant every word," Justin said, looking over at me from his bedroom window. At some point he'd wrapped the towel back around his waist, and he was looking out across the apartment courtyard. "If you can keep a secret, we'll have a fun last month together. Maybe longer, now that I no longer need to break the lease come August. But if you try and act up? I'll just put your brain in a jar next to Justin's. No one will ever even know you're gone."

He gave me a few supportive pats on the back. "Anyway. Go clean yourself up, would you? We can pause here for dinner, but I'm going to be drilling that ass tonight." I looked over at Justin, then at his brain, then back over at his sculpted ass. His secret was safe with me-- it was sure as hell better than winding up in a jar. If I was going to have a deadly alien for a roommate, I may as well get something out of the deal.

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sebastianpickering · 13 days ago

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Swapping for an A

Finals Day — 8:50 AM

The math final started at 9 AM sharp in Lecture Hall 3A. Carter strolled in early, as usual, wearing his fitted hoodie and faded jeans, a pencil behind his ear and a quiet smirk on his face. His desk was front and center, perfectly angled so he could look around the room with ease.

He had a list. A total of 23 guys had agreed to pay him $100 each to take the final in their bodies. He’d already collected the cash through Venmo the night before. No refunds. No regrets.

Carter’s power was simple: with just a touch, he could swap bodies with another guy. The catch? Each swap lasted a full 24 hours. That meant anyone he used was going to be stuck in the wrong body for the entire day. But none of them cared. Not when it meant passing math without lifting a finger.

The only problem? He couldn’t keep going back to his own body to reset. There wasn’t time. So, he’d have to hop from guy to guy, each one stuck in the body of the guy Carter had just been in.

That meant the final body — the last in the chain — would be the one Carter stayed in until tomorrow morning.

He didn’t mind. It’d be worth it.

He set his phone alarm: 30 minutes to finish his own test. 5 minutes in each new body after that. 2 hours and 30 minutes left to hop.

He cracked his knuckles and got started.

9:30 AM – Time to Hop

Carter finished his own test in record time. Folded it neatly. Turned it in. Then walked over to Santiago.

Santiago: Black, tall, skinny, famous for his perfect ass. Smart enough. Always wore tight joggers.

Carter tapped Santiago’s hand. His vision twisted, skin tingled — and suddenly, Carter was in Santiago’s body.

He wiggled in his seat. The tightness of Santiago’s pants made his new big, perky ass shift and bounce on the plastic chair. Carter blushed, turned on by how hot it felt to sit down like that.

"I need a second before I move on."

He grabbed the hall pass and slipped into the nearby bathroom, locked the biggest stall. He couldn’t resist — staring at Santiago’s long limbs, smooth dark skin, and full round butt in the mirror.

His hand slipped into the waistband. He moaned softly.

Ten minutes later, he flushed, washed his hands, and smirked.

Back in the lecture hall, he walked past the real Santiago (now in Carter’s body) who looked dazed and confused in Carter’s hoodie.

“You good, bro?”

“Uh… yeah?” Santiago said, blinking and looking at his pale hands.

Carter grinned and moved to Brady.

9:45 AM – Into Brady

Brady: White, sweet, decent build, semi-smart but awkward. He always tried to hide how attracted he was to other guys’ bodies. Carter tapped him — and suddenly he was inside Brady.

He felt Brady’s pulse quicken immediately. The moment Carter stood up in Brady’s body, he felt the awkward stiffness in the crotch of his sweatpants.

“Dude…” he whispered to himself.

Another trip to the bathroom. Brady’s body wasn’t nearly as sexy as Santiago’s, but Carter had always wondered what it’d feel like to be the sweet soft-spoken boy who had clearly fantasized about him.

Ten minutes of gentle moaning later, he zipped up and returned.

Brady, now inside Santiago, blinked like he didn’t know where he was. His ass bounced as he shuffled awkwardly to sit down — and he definitely noticed it.

10:00 AM – Body Jump Marathon

Carter moved fast, each jump taking 5 minutes now that the urge to explore was out of his system. Each new body made him stifle a laugh.

From Brady → Spencer (tall Hispanic soccer player, now in Brady’s body)

Spencer → Miles (stoned, hot, dumb, big hazel eyes)

Miles → Samuel (skinny Indian guy with a lisp)

Samuel → Kayden (nerdy, slightly chubby Asian guy)

Kayden → Maddox (short, lean, black-Hispanic basketball player)

Maddox → Jonah (athletic and secretly smart)

Jonah → Theo (short, skinny, dumb basketball player)

Theo → Landon (big, tall, overweight black guy)

Landon → Joseph (massive, white, overweight gay guy — Carter cringed at the smell)

Joseph → Mason (short, jacked, dumb)

Mason → Joel (average height, black, basketball dumb jock)

Joel → Jason (awkward Asian nerd, semi-famous for his gym boner)

Jason → Kai (massive black basketball player — muscles for days)

Kai → Andrew (dumb white guy who talked like a fake gangster)

Andrew → Simon (tall, athletic, cool Guyanese guy — finally someone calm)

Simon → Caleb (short, black, boxer, dumb as bricks)

Caleb → Max (short, lean, dumb)

Max → Maverick (average build, semi-smart)

Maverick → Calvin (light skin, tall, muscular, dumb as hell)

🧠 Reactions

Santiago (in Carter): Looks down at pale arms and an average ass, visibly confused. “Why do I feel... smaller?” Touches his face, frowns. “What the hell is happening?”

Brady (in Santiago): Glances behind, eyes widening. "Oh my god..." He does a test walk — feels the bounce. His cheeks go red. “No way this is my...?”

Spencer (in Brady): Stares at soft arms and average build. “This feels… slower. How do I even sit in these jeans?”

Miles (in Spencer): Blinks slowly, grins. “Yo... I feel fast,” he mumbles, swaying like he’s high. Then trips on the chair legs.

Samuel (in Miles): Adjusts to the tall body, grinning. “I'm hot now.” He forgets he has a lisp and repeats it proudly.

Kayden (in Samuel): Immediately touches his face. “This nose is bigger... and my tongue feels weird. Oh god, do I talk like this now?”

Maddox (in Kayden): Pokes at the new soft belly and glasses. “Bro… I got the nerd build. No bounce at all.”

Jonah (in Maddox): Rolls his shoulders, jogs in place. “Light. Fast. Damn. I could break ankles like this.”

Theo (in Jonah): Does pushups on the floor. “Ayo this dude got hops! I’m actually good now.”

Landon (in Theo): Tries to fit his big frame in the small body. “Why everything so small?! I’m like half my size!”

Joseph (in Landon): Breathes heavily just from walking. “Ugh. I thought I was getting an upgrade...”

Mason (in Joseph): Looks down at the new gut and thighs. “NOOOO! I can’t even see my toes!” Nearly cries.

Joel (in Mason): Flexes. “Yo, I’m short… but shredded.” Laughs and immediately takes off his hoodie.

Jason (in Joel): Stares at his dark, tall, athletic frame. Whispers, “Am I… cool now?”

Kai (in Jason): Screams internally. “WHERE ARE MY MUSCLES? WHY IS THIS DICK SMALL?!”

Andrew (in Kai): Laughs and slaps his own chest. “Brooooo I look hard as fuck now.”

Simon (in Andrew): Slowly backs away. “Why is everyone looking at me like I’m stupid?”

Caleb (in Simon): Tries to jog, falls, then poses. “Okay okay, I’m handsome now.”

Max (in Caleb): Throws fake punches and shouts “I’M A BOXER, BITCHES!”

Maverick (in Max): Sits down, muttering. “Damn… I’m loud. And short. And kinda dumb.”

Calvin (in Maverick): Looks down at his soft stomach and thicker thighs. “Wait... why I feel slow?” He rubs his chest — no pecs. No abs. He lifts his shirt and screams, “YO! WHO STOLE MY MUSCLES?! Where my sexy go!?”

Carter (in Calvin): Flexes. Watches Brady adjust to Santiago’s juicy ass. Grins. “This is the best $2,300 I ever made.”

Emergency Bro Meeting – “Operation Don’t Get Expelled”

1:30 PM – Outside Lecture Hall 3A

The final had ended. Twenty-four guys stood in a tight circle behind the student union, all of them sweaty, twitchy, or confused as hell — and not a single one in their own body.

At the center was Carter, now in Calvin’s outrageously muscular light-skinned body. His broad chest stretched the seams of the black compression tee. Veins popped in his forearms as he lifted his hands to speak.

Carter (in Calvin): “Alright. Shut up. Everyone, just shut the hell up and listen.”

Everyone went quiet.

Brady (in Santiago’s juicy ass body) shifted uncomfortably, glancing at his reflection in the window behind Carter.

Joseph (in Landon’s huge body) was breathing hard.

Kai (in Jason’s tiny awkward nerd body) was still muttering, “I can’t do this, bro. I got math hands now.”

Carter: “Yes, you’re in the wrong body. No, I’m not going to fix it right now. You paid for this, and I held up my end. Every single one of you passed that test. I made sure.”

A few guys nodded — especially Spencer (in Brady) and Miles (in Spencer), both still disoriented.

“The swap lasts 24 hours. That means you are stuck like this until tomorrow morning.”

Groans. Cursing. Joseph sat down with a thud.

Carter (firmly): “You’re going to act like whoever’s body you’re in. If anyone finds out something’s off — any professor, RA, coach, anyone — this could go public. And if it does? I’m expelled. You’re expelled. Some of you will be arrested for identity fraud. Not kidding.”

That shut them up.

Carter: “So here’s what’s gonna happen. I’m setting up a group chat. Everyone drops their name — your real name — and then the name of the body you’re in.”

“Then we each post a few things:

What your schedule is for today

Where you live

Who you’re supposed to be hanging out with

Anything weird about your family, job, allergies, girl, or... dude.”

That made Brady (in Santiago) look up quickly and glance at Carter.

Carter: “Trust me. You do not want to get caught pretending to be someone else’s boyfriend. Or someone else’s son.”

He pulled out Calvin’s massive phone — password was just “6969” — and started a group text under the name:

🌀 “Swap Squad – DON’T GET US EXPELLED”

One by one, people started to chime in.

📱 GROUP CHAT LOG (Highlights)

Carter (in Calvin): Carter → Calvin Schedule: Gym @ 4PM. No class. Lives in Towers 4C. Doesn’t use lotion. Do NOT try to sound smart. Important: Calvin has a hot situationship with a cheerleader named Brooklyn. She’ll text. She thinks he’s dumb and hot. Just go with it.

Santiago (in Carter): Santiago → Carter Schedule: Library 2PM with TA. Office hours at 5. Lives in West Dorm B. Important: Carter is tutoring 2 guys today. One of them is Coach’s son. Don’t mess that up.

Brady (in Santiago): Brady → Santiago No clue what this body does, but I think I just bounced walking. I live in Floor 3 of Centennial. I think I’m supposed to meet a guy named Terrance later? Someone DM me fast.

Kayden (in Samuel): Kayden → Samuel I talk weird now. LISP. This is hard. Also, Samuel’s roommate is a huge Marvel nerd and talks nonstop. Help.

Calvin (in Maverick): uhhhhhh Calvin → Maverick how do i log in i can’t find my muscles this phone slow af

Miles (in Spencer): stoned rn but feelin athletic seb got legs for days no plans, i think. just vibes

More messages came in rapid-fire. Some guys started comparing body quirks:

Joseph (in Landon): “My knees make a cracking sound when I sit. Is that normal or did I break this dude??”

Jason (in Joel): “Does this body... always flex in the mirror or is that just me?”

Kai (in Jason): “YALL I GOT A BONER FROM A BREEZE I HATE THIS”

📢 Carter’s Final Rules

Carter raised his massive hand again — easy now in Calvin’s hulking form — and looked around the circle.

“No one goes rogue.” “No one tries to swap with anyone else.” “No one hooks up with someone unless you're SURE that’s who they’re expecting.” “We meet again tomorrow. 9 AM. Right here. Don’t be late.”

He took a deep breath, cracking Calvin’s thick neck.

“And if anything goes wrong — if someone’s about to blow it — text the group. Say: ‘BRO DOWN’ and we’ll come up with a cover.”

Everyone nodded. Some slower than others. Andrew (in Kai) was just now realizing how dumb he sounded out loud.

🎭 Operation: Stay in Character Begins

As the group broke up and scattered across campus, things began to unravel almost immediately.

Brady (in Santiago) nervously adjusted joggers that didn’t fit and walked like he had a stack of books between his cheeks.

Calvin (in Maverick) waddled toward his dorm, moaning about “cardio.”

Carter (in Calvin) hit the gym early, already excited to test the limits of Calvin’s perfect body — and see who noticed.

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