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Wow I've been dead for a while how have you all been doing?

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Hey everyone I love the support and the requests for MorphoSkin and keep them coming but I currently have a fever I'm sorry for not getting to all the suggestions but I'll go overtime when I recover

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Love this kinda story so much

Have you got any more bodysuits of strong willed guys? The experience of wearing their bodysuit for so long that the bodysuit is wearing you instead must be interesting

A Strong Will

I’ve definitely had my experience with wearing strong willed guys. It’s intoxicating to get lost in their personality. The more you wear their skin the more you find yourself picking up their mannerisms and attitude. I made the mistake of wearing this guy for over a week without taking him off. I almost forgot who I was. But when you look like this, that’s a fair trade-off.

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I would love to buy a skinsuit. I am a total geek and scrawny in college. I would love a skinsuit that can wear to show off my strength. One with big muscles. Any way you can help me out. Only problem is I have to work outside mowing and other yard work to pay it off. Hope the heat stays low so I don't get stuck. It is supposed to be really hot in a few days.

"Big Man on Campus"

Day 1 – Order Confirmed!

I finally did it. I ordered my first MorphoSkin Deluxe Muscle Form! No more scrawny arms, no more awkward frame—I’m going to be huge. I’ve always been the geeky guy, the one who barely fills out a hoodie, the one people overlook. But with this? I’ll be massive. Broad shoulders, thick chest, arms that stretch out my sleeves—just imagining it makes my heart race.

There’s only one little problem: money.

These things aren’t cheap, and I had to take on extra work mowing lawns and doing yard work to afford it. It’s been hot as hell lately, but I should be okay as long as I don’t overheat. I read somewhere that too much heat can make the suit… stick. Probably just a scare tactic, right?

Day 4 – Delivery Arrived!

It’s here. I opened the package like a kid on Christmas, and there it was: my new body.

The suit is everything I imagined—thick, veiny arms, a massive chest, and abs that look like they were carved out of stone. The inside of the suit feels weirdly cool and smooth, almost alive. I barely skimmed the instructions (who reads those?), then stripped down and stepped in.

The change was instant.

My legs stretched taller, my thighs grew thick and powerful, my stomach hardened into a tight six-pack. Pulling my arms into place, I flexed—veins popped under the surface, biceps bulged, and my hands were huge, rough, strong.

Then came the final piece—the face. I pulled it over, felt a sharp tingle down my spine, and then…

My voice rumbled deep from my chest. My reflection was perfect. I clenched my fists, feeling the sheer power in my arms. My t-shirt stretched tight over my massive shoulders, and my jeans felt one squat away from tearing.

This was insane.

Day 6 – Work Day

I had to work a double shift mowing lawns today, but honestly? I was excited. I wanted to see how this body performed.

And man, did it deliver.

I powered through yard after yard, barely breaking a sweat. My muscles thrived under the work—each push of the mower, each lift of a bag of mulch, it all felt effortless. People actually noticed me for once. The old man next door whistled, impressed. A group of girls jogging by did a double-take.

For the first time in my life, I felt undeniable.

But there was one little problem.

The heat.

The sun was brutal today—beating down for hours, my whole body soaked in sweat. My shirt clung to me, my breath came heavier, my skin felt too tight.

I figured I just needed a break. I sat down, guzzled water, wiped my face—and froze.

My skin wasn’t wiping clean.

I looked down at my arms. The sweat didn’t bead—it sank in. Like my pores had changed. My fingers trembled as I grabbed at my wrist, trying to pinch the suit’s seam.

Nothing.

I reached for my neck, feeling for the edge where the suit met my real skin. It should be there. It should peel.

It didn’t.

My pulse pounded.

I rushed to my truck’s side mirror and stared at myself. Same massive body. Same perfect muscles. Same chiseled jawline.

I pressed my fingers to my face, trying to pull the skin away. It wouldn’t move. It stretched, it flexed, it responded like it belonged.

Because it did.

I swallowed hard, my Adam’s apple bobbing—except now, it wasn’t mine. It was his.

The words from the instructions flashed in my mind—something about heat exposure. About how too much could cause permanent fusion

"Oh fuck..."

I took a slow, shaky breath. My reflection stared back, confident, unshaken.

Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing.

I clenched a massive fist, flexing my arm. I was strong. Powerful. Everything I ever wanted to be.

This was my body now.

And honestly?

I didn’t mind.

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Hey, love your stories! Could you write one about a guy who hates his body and buys a skin suit to become bigger and hairier? Maybe he doesn’t read the fine print, takes a hot bath, and gets stuck like that forever?

(Oh I like that idea and thank you for taking part of MorphoSkin Industries deluxe service)

Tobias Model #3224.

Package Arrived!

Okay, so I finally did it. After weeks of obsessing over the MorphoSkin Industries site, I pulled the trigger. My Deluxe Identity Series body suit arrived this morning, and let me tell you, the box was way heavier than I expected. They ship it in this sleek, all-black container with "MorphoSkin—A New You Awaits" printed in silver. Fancy.

Ripped it open, and there he was: Tobias Model #3224.

6'3", built like a truck, covered in thick body hair, and rocking a solid dad bod. Exactly what I wanted. Something bigger. Something different. My real self? 5'9", kinda scrawny, patchy facial hair that never grows in right. But Tobias? He’s got that rugged, burly look—hairy chest, thick forearms, the kind of guy who owns a flannel and actually looks good in it.

I found the instruction booklet (didn't read it, let’s be real) and just went straight for the good stuff

The inside of the suit was... weird. Cool to the touch, kind of like putting on damp silk, but it moved when I stretched it. I pulled it over my legs first, feeling them thicken as I stepped in. My thighs ballooned, my calves stretched, and when I flexed my toes, I felt calluses that weren’t mine.

I tugged it up over my stomach, and whoa. Instant gut. It even jiggled when I moved. I gave it a little slap—solid, thick. Damn.

Pulling the arms in was surreal. My fingers got beefier, veins popping under the skin, knuckles bigger, hair covering my forearms. The weight of it felt right, like I’d been in the wrong body my whole life.

And the face?

Lining it up took a second, but once it was on, I felt a sharp tingle from my scalp down my spine. My vision blurred, ears popped, and suddenly… I was Tobias. Deep brown eyes stared back at me in the mirror. A strong, squared-off jaw covered in thick stubble. My neck even felt thicker. I ran my hands through my now wild, unkempt hair and let out a deep, rumbling laugh that wasn’t mine.

"Holy shit."

After pacing around, flexing my new muscles, admiring the way my hairy stomach peeked out under my stretched-out shirt, I decided to celebrate the best way possible:

A long, hot bath.

I turned the water on full blast, watching steam fill the bathroom as I stripped off the last of my clothes. God, everything felt so heavy in the best way. My arms rested on my belly, fingers idly scratching at the coarse hair now covering my chest. This body was made for lounging.

Sinking into the water was heaven. The heat wrapped around me, seeping into my new muscles, making them ache in the most satisfying way. I stretched out, letting my thick fingers drag lazily over the surface of the water, feeling completely at peace.

I lost track of time. The steam, the warmth, the weight of this body settling in—it was perfect.

Eventually, I forced myself to stand, water sloshing off my broad frame. I grabbed a towel, rubbing it over my arms, my chest—except something felt… different.

The suit usually had a slight give to it, almost like a second layer of skin. But now? It wasn’t moving.

I frowned, pressing a hand against my stomach. No shift. No subtle detachment. Just me.

I moved to the mirror, wiping away the condensation. Tobias’ face stared back at me, as expected—but there was no seam, no subtle ridge where my real face should be beneath. I reached up, pressing at my jaw, my cheekbones, even behind my ears.

Nothing.

I tried pinching at my wrist, where I knew the access point was supposed to be. The skin didn’t budge. I dug my nails in harder, trying to find an edge, a weak spot—anything.

My breathing picked up.

"No. No, no, no—this was temporary. Just a temporary malfunction. I just needed to let it cool down, right?"

I paced the bathroom, my heavy footsteps thudding against the tile. My arms swung at my sides, the thick forearms, the hairy knuckles—it all felt too real now.

I snatched up the instruction booklet, my hands trembling slightly as I flipped through the pages. Then, I saw it:

"DO NOT EXPOSE SUIT TO EXTREME HEAT FOR EXTENDED PERIODS. High temperatures may cause permanent fusion with the host."

The booklet slipped from my fingers.

Permanent...

I looked back at the mirror, at the deep brown eyes that were no longer borrowed but mine. My broad shoulders, my thick-fingered hands. Tobias's body.

This was me.

I took a deep breath, watching my massive chest rise and fall. I ran a hand through my thick, unruly hair, scratching at the beard I hadn’t earned but now owned. My voice rumbled out in a nervous chuckle—except it wasn’t nervous.

It was satisfied.

I swallowed hard. Maybe this wasn’t the worst thing. I wanted to be Tobias, didn’t I?

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Only here I can find a workout sponsor above a fat old man

Chefs kiss algorithm

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I fucking love tumblr for shit like this, best platform

Fresh

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MorphoSkin Industries

"Slip Into a New You"

About Us

MorphoSkin Industries is the world’s leading provider of high-quality, hyper-realistic male body suits designed for full-body transformation. Our proprietary BioFlex™ SkinTech replicates human texture, warmth, and even biometric feedback to create the most immersive transformation experience possible. Whether you’re looking to embody a new persona, explore a different life, or simply indulge in your deepest fantasies, MorphoSkin has the perfect fit for you.

Our Product Line

Standard Series – Affordable and flexible suits for casual use.

Deluxe Identity Series – Custom-molded suits based on real individuals (with consent, of course).

Immersion X – Advanced models featuring heartbeat synchronization, voice modulation, and scent adaptation.

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"Great product 5 stars"

(DM me if you want to write your review/ storys of using MorphoSkin and leave your reviews below) ;)

Terms & Conditions

By purchasing and using a MorphoSkin suit, you agree to the following:

1. You must be 18 years or older to order.

2. Suits are for personal recreational use only—any attempts at fraudulent impersonation are strictly prohibited.

3. Do not expose the suit to extreme heat or open flames (unless you want to melt into your new identity).

4. Once fully merged with a suit, removal may require our patented Reversal Agent™. We are not responsible for permanent transformations.

5. Under no circumstances should you wear a MorphoSkin suit for longer than 72 hours continuously—extended use may cause... unexpected side effects.

Warning: Things You Should NEVER Do While Wearing a MorphoSkin Suit

-Don’t Sleep in It for Too Long

-Do Not Let Someone Else Wear Your Suit

-Don’t Ignore the Itch

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Anxious for Change

(Original story posted July 5th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Mike had been living his best life. He was in great shape, had been a part of the police force for two years and had a ton of great friends and coworkers nowadays. Everything seemed perfect. And he would’ve said as much had anyone asked. However there was always this one little thing.

He wanted to be bigger.

Of course that sounds pretty normal. Most men would probably dream of being the biggest and strongest version of themselves they could possibly be. Not to mention Mike already had a strong physique with some good muscle to show for himself so it would only be natural that a guy like him would want to keep growing. Keep pumping his muscles bigger and bigger until he becomes a hulk of a man. But for Mike it wasn’t about being buff. Sure having enormous muscles he could flex and show off would be cool and all but what he really desired was to be… well fat.

Sure Mike had an incredible body that was perfect for his job as an officer but he’d always dreamed of what it’d be like to become more of a chubby bear. He’d fantasied about it countless times. Wondering what it would be like to just let himself go and eat whatever he wanted. Anything that would cause his taut stomach to swell into a large belly. Allowing himself to pack on the pounds to get thicker and fatter. Maybe find a way to encourage his body hair to grow some more as well so he could really transform himself into a huge hairy bear of a man. He’d still keep up with the gym so he’d retain and maybe even gain some good strength and muscle underneath all the fat but all the diets and the calorie counting he did would be tossed out the window.

There were many times where Mike had considered changing up his lifestyle and packing on some extra weight to get the body he dreamt of having but his insecurities had always stopped him. Part of him believed that if he lost his fit, athletic body that he’d be judged or even shunned for it. Especially since the majority of his friends were all fitness freaks like he seemed to be. He worried they’d just start to view him as lazy and maybe even see him as being less than they are. Of course a lot of this was probably just in Mike's head. He knew his friends were good people and he should’ve known they wouldn't be shallow enough to judge him for putting on some weight. Yet the insecure thoughts still lingered regardless. Due to this Mike projected his desire onto his boyfriend Jim.

When the couple originally met, Jim had been relatively in shape. He wasn’t as lean as Mike but he ate well and worked a very active blue collar job in construction. However, that all changed once the two of them got deeper into dating. Mike was too afraid to turn himself into a bear so he’d decided he was gonna do it Jim instead. It started small with Mike subtly encouraging Jim to eat more food and snacks. After that he convinced Jim to stop going to the gym and to just stay home and relax because “he deserved it”. Before long Jim’s belly would start to show as his clothes gradually hit tighter but Mike would only reassure Jim that the extra weight made him look sexier than ever. Before long this spiralled into Mike and Jim more or less having a feeder and gainer aspect to their relationship where Mike would make sure Jim was stuffing his face all the time in order to grow fatter and fatter. It wouldn’t be long before Mike had more or less transformed his boyfriend into the kind of thick growing bear that Mike himself had always dreamed of becoming.

There had been times where Mike was tempted to give into his urges. Tempted to let himself go and grow fat like he’d encouraged his boyfriend to do. It would’ve been so easy to give in and start eating the same takeouts and fast food that Jim loved until he too started to become a bear. But his anxious insecurities persisted beyond all else. He was a prisoner to them. A prisoner to his somewhat irrational fear of what others would think of him. In a way that only made him love and admire Jim even more for having the courage and bravery to go on the bearish journey that he had.

If only he could bring himself to do the same.

———

One evening the couple were sitting around the kitchen table eating dinner together. Jim had ordered himself some fast food like usual. Wolfing down the meal consisting of two larger burgers, a large serving of deliciously salty fries, a large cup of cola and a chocolatey treat for his desert afterwards. Meanwhile Mike had cooked himself some well seasoned chicken and rice, eggs on the side and some spinach to go with it all. All with a glass of orange juice to wash it down.

As they tucked into their food, Mike couldn’t help stealing glances as Jim. Wondering to himself what it would feel like to be in Jim’s position right now. To be the one sitting across the table shovelling a greasy burger into his mouth while his belly stretched out his shirt. It was a thought that strangely enough never failed to give him a semi hard on. Mike was quickly snapped out of his day dream however when Jim suddenly spoke.

“Hey babe.” Jim began with his mouth half full, not even looking up from his food. “Do you ever wonder what it’d be like-” He cut himself as he swallowed the burger he’d been chewing before continuing. “-we had each other's bodies? Like even just for a day or something” Jim asked so casually before finally looking up from his food to catch Mike’s gaze.

Naturally Mike was taken completely off guard by the question. Did Jim somehow know about his secret little desire? That he’d been thinking about it just moments prior?… No. surely not right? It was just a dumb question for fun. It had to be.

“Oh… uhh yeah I guess so. I think that’d be pretty… wild I suppose.” Mike replied, trying to sound as casual as possible before scooping up another forkful of chicken and rice.

“Same here. It’d be so weird having to pretend to be each other and wear each other's clothes and shit.” Jim laughed. “I mean if I had your body most of my clothes would probably be baggy as fuck. Not to mention you’d probably rip most of your clothes if you tried to wear them with my body.” Jim chuckled again as he patted his belly before taking a long swig of his drink. Gulping down the sugary carbonated soda before letting out a huge belch. “You know what? We should try that.” He added shortly after.

Mike squinted slightly. “Try what?”

“Wear each other's clothes. Could be fun! And a little kinky… Don’t worry though, I’ll be extra careful with yours.” Jim assured with a wink.

Mike hesitated for a second. It felt as though this had all come out of nowhere. Yet at the same time the idea of wearing those huge clothes and imagining he could fill them out was an incredibly hot thought. Mike smiled softly. “Alright then. Let’s do it.” He agreed, once again trying to sound casual and not let it slip how horny the idea was making him. “How about we finish dinner then head upstairs. We can wear each other’s work clothes or something” Mike smirked.

“Work clothes? You sure?” Jim asked before stuffing another handful of fries in his mouth.

“Yeahhhhh it’ll be fine. If you rip mine I’ve always got a spare set. If the station finds out then I’ll just say they shrunk in the wash or something and I had to toss em out.” Mike reassured his sexy bear of a boyfriend.

The pair wasted no time finishing up their food. Both men imagined the clothes swapping situations they were about to find themselves in as they downed mouthful after mouthful. Yet despite having more to eat, Jim finished devouring his delicious takeaway first before leaning back in his chair with a satisfied grin. Mike glanced up to see Jim watching him with his hands resting on top of that thick belly he proudly dorned. That was something Mike had deeply admired. The way Jim could just own having such a thick bearish body and show it off with just as much pride as a body builder was incredibly admirable. It made him love Jim all the more.

Once Mike had finished, they gave it a bit of time for the food to settle before venturing upstairs into the bedroom. Excitedly they both began stripping off their clothes piece by piece, checking each over out in the process. Jim salivating over Mike’s toned biceps and chiseled abs. Mike stealing glances at Jim’s huge fuzzy thighs and big bear butt. It was only once they were both nude at last that they exchanged clothes. Mike handed over his black police gear while Jim tossed over the surprisingly clean clothes he’d worn on the construction site that day.

Mike pulled on Jim’s underwear and jeans first. They’d fit Jim snuggly but on Mike’s frame they barely held up. Even after slipping on Jim’s belt Mike found himself having to keep hoisting the jeans and underwear. Thankfully they managed to stay in place long enough for him to grab Jim’s t-shirt and plunge his head inside. It was still slightly damp with Jim’s sweat from a long day on the site which Mike honestly didn’t mind. Though, just like the jeans and underwear, that too also swamped him.

Jim wasn’t doing much better though in truth. Naturally he was having the opposite problem as he struggled to squeeze his enormous thighs inside Mike’s black uniform pants. Yet by some miracle he managed to fit his legs inside, looking skin tight on Jim’s lower body as compared to the baggier for they were meant to be. But that was only half the struggle as Mike then had the pleasure of watching Jim grunt with frustration while trying to pull the pants over his fat jiggling ass. With a little help from Mike they managed to pull them up but not without splitting a few seams. Next was Mike’s police shirt which thankfully wasn’t as much of a battle for Jim to get on. Well as far as pulling it on over his head was concerned anyway. He was just about able to get his arms through the sleeves but pulling it over his thick bear belly was a no go that Jim very quickly gave up on. Simply allowing his stomach to hang free while his soft hairy tits were hugged tightly by the constricting fabric.

Lastly they started to pull on each other's socks. One thing Mike had noticed when he and Jim had first was just how huge his feet were! Those massive size 13 shoes he’d been wearing dwarfed Mike’s size 9. That was even more apparent now seeing how baggy Jim’s socks felt on his feet. On the other hand Mike's socks looked more like ankle socks on Jim’s feet.

In all honesty, they both looked silly. Mike was barely able to keep Jim’s clothes on while it was a miracle Jim hadn’t completely ruined any of Mike’s clothes in that whole process. But despite that Mike couldn’t deny how hot this was. Wearing his boyfriend's huge oversized clothes. The very ones they’d had to buy after he’d outgrown all his old clothes from all the feeding and growing Jim had undergone during their relationship. Not to mention seeing his boyfriend's giant ass and fat cock press tightly against Mike’s uniform pants. Maybe he could convince Jim to do some kind of kinky role play where they pretend they’re in each other's bodies to spice things up.

“Fuck yesssssss. I can’t wait…” Jim muttered to himself with a giddy grin on his face.

Mike cocked his head slightly “Huh? Can’t wait for wh-aaaoooohhhh” He was cut with a moan when a sudden jolt of strangely satisfying energy coursed through his veins. began to groan as a hot sensation swiftly began building in his stomach before spreading out across his body. “Oooooahhhh!… W-what’s— Raahhhooooohhhh… H-happening?!… Ooooooohh…” He managed to grunt out between moans. But Jim didn’t reply. He only moaned in response, seemingly in just as much pleasure as Mike if not more. Only difference being… he was still grinning?

Mike’s attention soon returned to his own body as he suddenly began to feel bloated beyond belief. He let out a low uncomfortable grumble as he held his stomach. God it felt like he was being forced an entire buffet worth of food all at once. It was then that his grumbles turned to a mix of shocked moans and shouts as his belly began to expand outwards. His once visible abs quickly disappeared under a rapidly growing layer of fat. The way it grew felt almost cartoonish in its speed. Long gone was the flat stomach he’d worked to maintain as a large soft belly continued growing in its place. Before he even had time to process, the same bloating sensation began filling into his arms, legs, ass and pretty much every part of his body. Everything was getting bigger and fatter. All of his muscle getting buried under a much thicker and wobblier build. Not to mention the clothes that’d barely been hanging onto his body before were actually starting to fit…

But it was all too much. Mike started to hyperventilate until his eyes started to flutter. Jim, who was suddenly looking a lot leaner than he did before, was quite to catch on to what was about to happen and ran over to catch Mike just before he blacked out. Just as Mike was losing consciousness he got one last look at Jim. Not only did his boyfriend seem thinner but his face also seemed different. It looked… more like Mike’s own face? Or like a mix between? And it was almost like Jim’s facial features were continuing to change as Mike’s vision finally faded black.

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Only about 20 minutes or so had passed by the time Mike awoke. He found himself lying on the bed where he assumed Jim must’ve left him after he passed out. That was least of his concerns however as he noticed that not only was Jim gone but Mike’s body both looked and felt very very wrong.

He slowly sat up with a bit of effort and was bewildered to feel a massive hairy gut rolling as he did. He could hardly comprehend it. His brain was telling him it wasn’t real but reality said otherwise as he grabbed his huge new stomach with both and shook it a little. It was both mind boggling! He even filled out all of Jim’s clothes perfectly now. The jeans, the socks, the t-shirt. All of it hugged his body just right. The belt buckle had even burst due to what must’ve been pressure after how tight Mike had done it up before.

“What the fu-” He slammed a hand over his mouth, eyes wide. The voice that escaped him wasn’t his own. It sounded familiar but it definitely wasn’t his.

The perplexed man took a deep breath before pulling himself up off the bed to inspect his form properly. His arms looked much bigger and beefier than before with a mix of fat and muscle while his legs were now gigantic trunks with thighs that were almost permanently rubbing together due to the sheer mass. Naturally the very first thing he did was pull up Jim’s shirt and of course he saw none other than the big hairy belly that’d been tucked snugly beneath said shirt. But it wasn’t just any hairy belly. Sure it looked different from this angle, looking down at it as his own, but he was almost certain it was identical to Jim's belly! He’d admired it enough times during their feeding sessions and as they fucked to recognise it anywhere. But how?!

Mike couldn’t help but silently rub and even pat his fat belly a little in nothing but pure wonder. This was the very feeling he’d imagined for so long. The feeling of being fat. It was what he’d dreamed about. Fantasised about! And so Mike couldn’t do anything to stop his subconscious from responding to the experience by pumping blood straight to his cock, causing it to pulse and press against Jim’s jeans. But even that felt different?! Mike’s attention quickly diverted towards his crotch as he reached around his fat stomach to reach the zipper on his jeans. Using his bigger meatier hands, he managed to reach inside and whipping out his stiff cock. Only it wasn’t his cock. It was a lot thicker than his but a little bit shorter as well. Just. Like. Jim’s… It even had the exact same curvature that Jim’s cock had!? Mike had sucked it enough times to know.

By now Mike had started to connect the dots but at the same time he just couldn’t believe it. After all it was an insane thought but everything was pointing towards him somehow… becoming Jim!? His hands darted up towards his face. He still had a beard but it felt different from before yet also familiar at the same time. What really caught his attention more though was how pudgy his face felt. All his features just felt wrong like they weren’t in the right places anymore. He needed a mirror!

He made across the room to grab the nearest mirror he could see, stumbling a few times in the process due to his much heifer weight. Mike couldn’t help but let out a gasp when he finally saw the face staring back at him.

Jim. It was Jim’s face!

But it wasn’t just his face. No. Reflected back at him was Jim’s entire body as it mimicked his every move! Shell shocked would be an understatement right now. Mike physically couldn’t speak out of pure disbelief, his mouth running completely dry.

After the initial shock had worn off, Mike couldn’t help but inspect himself further. Poking at his face, pinching his arms, probing his stomach. On one hand he should be freaking out but on the other he couldn’t help but start to feel even more horny. He loved his boyfriend's body sooooo much. It was the body he’d always wished he’d had the courage to build for himself… and now it belonged to him. He flexed his beefy arms a little before turning around to see the thick ass he’d ogled so many times pressed against Jim’s jeans. God it felt so huge and fat. Not to mention his thighs. Fuck. Almost every part of his mind was telling him to rip off those jeans and start exploring. His cock was already hanging out after all so why not? That was until he was hit with a sudden realisation. If he now looked like Jim then what about the real Jim? Where the hell was he!?

Mike burst out of the bedroom and stomped down the stairs. Thankfully he didn’t have to run far. Sat on the living room couch was a man that looked identical to Mike’s real body… and he had his dick out. Stroking it. His doppelgänger looked up with a dumb grin as he continued pumping his shaft.

“J-Jim?… Is that you?” Mike asked cautiously.

“Of course babe! Though I guess you could start calling me Mike now…” Jim joked with a sly grin.

“W-what the fuck happened?! Why am I you?! Why are you me? A-a-and why are you so damn calm about this?!?!” Mike spiralled in a panic. Seeing this Jim hopped up from the couch, still amused at how light he felt, before placing a hand on Mike’s shoulder.

“Because I did this.” Jim happily admitted with a calming smile. Mike’s face contorted with confusion, not being able to speak as he waited for an explanation. “I went into this magic shop where the clerk sold me a special little potion. All we had to do was consume it, wear each other's clothes and bam, total switcheroo!” He spread his arms wide, looking down at himself again before smiling back at Mike.

“B-but when did-“

“I slipped some into your orange juice earlier when you weren’t looking.”

Mike didn’t know what to say. Why? Why would Jim do this? Why would he steal his body? Part of him wanted to sucker punch his boyfriend/clone/asshole bodysnatcher but he just couldn’t. The idea of hitting his own face was just… off putting.

“Well you’ve gotta go back and get more! We can’t just become each other Jim!” Mike shouted, his belly wobbling as he did. Though despite his panic his cock was still rock hard.

“Why not? We’ve been dating over two years now. We know enough about each other. Plus the shop clerk said we’d gradually gain some of the memories of our new bodies over time. Besides, I see the way you look at me sometimes. Especially when you’re feeding me and filling my belly. The way you talk about it. The way you always grab and worship my stomach during sex.” Jim closed what little space had been left between the two. “You wanted to have a body like the one you’d given me right?” He deduced before grabbing hold of Mike’s gut and shaking it a little. Once again Mike was lost for words but the twitching cock hanging out from his jeans was all the answer Jim needed. “Look, I got a second vial of the potion as well so if you don’t like this we can always swap back later.” He reassured while reaching down to give Mike’s cock a single stroke. The cock that Jim himself used to own. It was definitely strange touching it from the outside. “Just try it for a day or two and see how you feel babe.”

Mike wasn’t sure how he felt about all this. He was horny sure but the idea of having to live Jim’s life was throwing him through a bit of a loop. Having to pretend to be someone completely. Though was it really pretending when he actually had Jim’s thick sexy bearish body? And on top of that, the thought of Jim living his life as well just seemed weird… but maybe not in a bad way.

Naturally he was a little paranoid about it all but honestly he’d always said how he’d probably have gone into a blue collar job construction had his career as a police officer not worked out. Jim on the other hand had frequently mentioned how he’d have loved to know what being a real officer was like. Of course Mike told him all about it but actually living that experience would be something else. Wearing the uniform. Having the power. Yeah… Jim wanted that.

Before Mike’s train of thought could travel any further though, he felt one of his former hands slide down the back of his jeans before squeezing his bigger, furry ass cheeks. Groping them tightly and threatening to tug what were now Mike’s jeans down and expose his thick new fuzzy ass.

“And you can’t tell me you’ve never wondered what it’d be like to fuck yourself. I know I have.” Jim murmured though he barely had time to finish the sentence before Mike pressed his now pudgy face against Jim’s.

The couple made out for a few hot minutes, groping at the bodies they used to own before Mike broke them apart. “Fine. We can do a trial run. But you should’ve told me about this first…” He said with a serious look on his face. Unfortunately it didn’t quite have the effect he wanted to when both their dicks were hanging out and rubbing against one another.

“I know I’m sorry babe…” The body’s aching boyfriend apologised genuinely. “I was just so excited and acted a little irrationally. Promise it won’t happen again.” Jim’s apologetic look soon faded to one of mischief though as he slowly began to pull Mike’s jeans down. Making sure to undo the top button first before gently tugging them down until Mike’s fat hairy ass and visibly excited cock were fully exposed. “But hey! I’m certain we’re both about to have lots of fun.” He claimed before grabbing Mike and turning his former body around, pushing him down against the couch and getting a good view of that bear ass he used to own.

Mike grunted with satisfaction as Jim shoved his face between those colossal cheeks. No wonder Mike always loved eating his ass out before sex, Jim though. It tasted fucking amazing and the feeling of his face being smushed between those giant fuzzy cheeks was nothing short of euphoric. Fuck he was beyond glad that Mike was on board with this.

In all honesty, Jim’s decision to secretly use the swapping magic wasn’t an irrational lapse in judgment at all. Quite the opposite really. Truth be told, he always wanted Mike’s toned body. Sure Mike was his boyfriend and he loved him but Jim had always felt such a deep, jealous desire towards Mike’s fit and lean physique. Before they’d started dating Jim’s plan had been to bulk up and get into great shape but that plan had taken a harsh turn when Mike had encouraged him to become a gainer. Sure he didn’t hate being a bear. If anything he really enjoyed it. But he soon figured out that Mike’s intentions behind all the feeding had been quite selfish. Having realised that Mike was projecting his own fantasy onto Jim. So in a way this was both revenge and a gift for both of them. Jim could have the strong muscular body he’d originally planned on and Mike could take the fat bear body he was too scared to admit he wanted.

The fact of the matter was Jim never intended to swap back. Ever. Jim had lied about having a potion to switch back. That said, the one they’d taken was a temporary switch that would undo itself after 48 hours and return them both to normal… with one small catch. If at any point during the 48 hour window did the two men swap cum either by stuffing their assholes full or gulping down one another seed, then the transformation would become completely permanent. No spell or magical artifact would be able to undo it.

“Fuuuuuuuuck my ass feels incredible!” Jim cooed with a horny smirk as he gently pressed his new cock between the fat furry asscheeks he used to own. Lubing up his dick with saliva before slowly pushing it into the needy hole beneath him. “Or should I say your ass now hahah!”

Mike couldn’t deny how amazing it felt. Having the very cock that used to swing between his legs now shoved up inside his thick new bear ass. It was a feeling like no other. Part of him was starting to think that maybe this was a good idea after all. He’d always wished he had the courage to grow a stout portly body like Jim’s and now he had that very body all for himself. Just feeling all his new hairy pudge jiggle as he was rammed into felt amazing. Especially the way his belly wobbled. This was what he’d always wanted but was too afraid to have.

Jim was surprised at just how much Mike was getting into this. He was giving the jiggling ass below a relentless pounding yet not a single complaint had escaped Mike’s lips. If anything he’d only begged for more. A request Jim has been more than happy to fulfil as he reached around and grabbed onto Mike’s belly for support as he started jackhammering into the bigger man’s ass with all his might. Slamming into the hole he used to own with every intention of breeding it nice and deep.

Things only got hotter however when they flipped over so that Mike was on his back with his huge legs up in the air. With a smirk Jim leaned over as he started squeezing and groping Mike’s thick hairy tits before pinching at his nipples. The feeling that shot through Mike was electric! His old nipples never felt like that!? Yet these new ones felt sensitive beyond belief. Now he understood why Jim had always asked him to play with his nipples during foreplay.

“Yeeaaahh I knew you’d like that.” Jim guffawed upon seeing Mike’s face contort in pleasure. “I only realised just how sensitive my old nipples were when I got this body and started to touch yours. They didn’t feel nearly as euphoric. Thankfully the rest of your sexy body more than makes up for that though.”

As soon as he slipped back inside that warm manhole, Jim didn’t let up for even a moment. Pounding into Mike with an almost desperate eagerness that Mike had never really seen from his boyfriend before. He was certainly enjoying it though. Even as he was getting completely and utterly ruined by his own cock, Mike couldn’t help but feel up his new body. Grabbing at his fat belly and arms, squeezing his hairy chest and of course pinching at his nipples whenever Jim wasn’t already doing it. At one point Jim even stopped fucking for a moment just to focus on bending down and sucking on said nipples. Mike was groaning out and holding Jim’s face against his furry tits while his cock throbbed and leaked uncontrollably. It was official. This was the best sex he's ever had!

The two fucked it so many different positions. Some even had Mike pressed against the floor or the wall while getting drilled. Some had Mike sitting on top as he bounced his big bear butt on Jim’s dick. Yet eventually they ended back in the same position they started in. On the couch with Mike laid face down, ass up while Jim was getting ready to seed his hole. He sped up in pace, getting more and more eager by the second to breed Mike. He began to shout and curse as his balls clenched before…

“OOOOH YEAH FUUUUUCK!” Jim bellowed, his cock unloading a flood of thick man milk and creaming his former ass. “Take it! Take it all!” Little did Mike know that Jim wasn’t just referring to the cum but for him to take Jim’s body in its entirety.

After all that Mike was leaking furiously and had hoped Jim would finish him off with a good blowjob to make his thick bearish cock nut at last. He was pleasantly surprised however when Jim took it a step further by putting his toned ass on display for Mike while begging to get fucked. Mike was more than willing to oblige, pumping his fatter dick and lubing it up with a mix of spit and precum. He shoved two of his thick sausage fingers inside the hole first, exploring it a little in bewilderment. He never imagined he’d get to see what it was like to finger his own asshole. And yet here he was. Listening as Jim moaned from how tight it was. And those moans only increased tenfold when Mike pressed the fat tip of his member inside. He knew it must’ve been just as painful as it was pleasurable for Jim considering how Mike and by extension his former body hadn’t been much of a bottom before all this. Yet Jim gritted through the pain as he begged for more.

Everything about this felt foreign to Mike. Using a different dick to fuck with felt so oddly disorienting yet exhilarating at the same time. Feeling his new body weight shift and jiggle with such heft at each thrust was such a bizarre sensation but it was one he enjoyed thoroughly. Not to mention how much stronger he felt now. The muscle might not have been visible under all the pudgy fat but it was certainly still there. If anything his increased mass meant he had even more muscle. And all that size came with enough strength to be able to pick up and move his former body into whatever position he liked. Fat man strength some may call it. Before long Mike was standing up holding Jim in his arms as the leaned man had his legs wrapped around Mike’s burly waist as he bounced up and down on Mike’s girthy cock. It made him feel dominant in a whole new way he never could’ve experienced before.

However, thanks to all the nipple and prostate stimulation from before, Mike was swiftly approaching orgasm. They found themselves plummeting back onto the sofa once again with Jim’s legs up in the air while Mike pumped into him at an ever increasing pace. Moans echoing across the house while the scent of sweaty sex filled the air around the couple.

“Fuuuck… fuuckkk I’m… I’m gonna cum…” Mike was just able to grunt out between thrusts.

Those words were like magic to Jim’s ears. Immediately he wrapped his legs around Mike’s waist, pulling him in close. “Yess! Yess cum inside me! Fuck yeah give me your fuckin body!” Jim blurted out, making sure to hold his boyfriend as tight as possible to ensure he couldn’t pull out.

“Fuu-…W-what? What do y-ooooooahhhhhhh!” Mike was stopped short as Jim lunged forwards and grabbed both of Mike’s nipples, squeezing and twisting them causing the other man to go into a frenzy.

“Just cum you giant bastard!” Jim shouted

On cue Mike’s jaw went slack for a moment, letting out a deep satisfied groan as his new bear nut rose through his cock before erupting in a massive flow of thick milky cum that filled Jim’s hole to the brim. Both men had a look of blissful accomplishment plastered across their faces but for totally different reasons. With that, Mike collapsed on top of Jim after pulling out, totally exhausted and sweaty. Jim didn’t mind though. If anything he welcomed the feeling of being pinned under his old body while taking in his former sweaty scent. Fuck it smelt even better from the outside. But more importantly he was just happy that now, no matter what, he got to keep Mike’s lean athletic body.

— 1 week later —

Jim had just finished preparing his balanced dinner for the evening after tracking all the calories. By the time he sat down at the table though, Mike was already digging into the takeout he’d ordered. Jim smiled seeing how happy and content Mike was. Just a week ago they’d been in the opposite positions but since they switched things couldn’t have been better for the couple.

The first couple of days had been a tad awkward. Since they hadn’t fully gained the necessary memories yet Mike was getting quite a few odd looks around the construction site. Jim on the other hand had no choice but to use up some of his sick days since he couldn’t risk doing police work without the proper knowledge. However after about three days the new memories had sunk in and the pair were able to perfectly slip into their new lives. Jim was quick to get along with his new cop partner on the job and it didn’t take long for Mike to get in on all the banter with his new tradie buddies. Soon enough nobody would ever be able to tell that they’d been living the opposite lives up until a week ago.

Jim of course was more than happy with his new body. It was the first time in his life he’d ever had abs! Not to mention proper muscled pecs and not fat bear tits. Everything about his new form felt so lean and compact. He was faster, had way more stamina and was incredibly flexible. All of which was a dream come true. Before he’d have never been able to get himself into this kind of shape. Especially after all the fattening up he’d done over the last couple years. Yet with Mike’s discipline instilled within, he had no problem maintaining a healthy balanced diet and keeping up with a consistent workout schedule. Now that he’d experienced what it was like to be as fit as this, there was no way he’d ever want to return to his old fat body.

Mike was having a similar experience but on the complete other end of the spectrum. For him it was the first time he’d ever had a gut. Especially one that frequently blocked his view whenever he looked down. Not to mention his big squishy fur tits that he could hardly keep his hands away from. Every inch of his body felt so hefty. So thick. So fucking massive! And he loved it! Sure he might not have the same stamina and flexibility but who needs any of that anyway when you’ve got such a hot pudgy body to grope and enjoy all day everyday! Plus eating was just so easy now because he could eat whatever the hell he wanted. No meal prepping. No planning. No calories counting. Just Pizza, Burgers, Fries, Chips, Chocolate, Muffins and whatever the fuck else he wanted to stuff his face with. With every day that passed Mike was falling deeper and deeper in love with his new bearish body.

Needless to say they’d kept up with their Feeder and Gainer dynamic as well only now the tables were turned completely. Jim now had the pleasure of sitting Mike down at the table and feeding him excessive amounts of unhealthy food in order to help him grow bigger and fatter. Not allowing him to leave the table until Jim was satisfied. They’d even talked about taking it step further by tying Mike up and having Jim stuff burgers and pizza into his mouth while he’s restrained. It felt so much more right this way around. Like this was the way it was always meant to be.

“Mmmhmm… this stuff is soooo good babe. I can’t believe how much I’ve been missing out on all these years.” Mike said between mouthfuls of Chinese food. He’d been ordering something different to try almost every night so far.

“Haha well don’t tempt me. Gotta keep in top shape for the job.” Jim replied with a cheeky bicep flex.

Mike chuckled “Honestly I was a little annoyed when you first pulled this whole switching thing on me but this last week has been one of the happiest of my life.” he admitted. “You know I always envied your body. Huge, chubby and so damn sexy. Fuck I wanted to have this so badly but I was too scared… but look at me now!” He pulled up his shirt, patting and rubbing his massive furry gut with pride. “What I’m trying to say is thank you… and if you really want I wouldn’t mind staying this way. You know… for good.” Mike wiggled his eyebrows.

Jim had to do his best to keep a straight face. He still hadn’t told Mike the truth about this swap already being permanent. That the moment they’d bred one another, their transformations had been sealed. Instead he simply replied saying that he felt the same after thoroughly enjoying his time in Mike’s fit body as well. “Well then, if that’s the case, then should we start getting used to calling each other by our new names for real now. Jim.”

Hearing his boyfriend call him by that name made the new Jim’s fat cock jump to attention in his pants. “I think you’re right, Mike.”

With that the interesting couple finished their meals after fully embracing their new identities. The new Mike would sleep soundly knowing he’d tricked his boyfriend into thinking the permanent swap was his own idea and could continue to pound the new Jim’s bubbly bear ass almost every night. Besides this was the best ending for both of them. They both got the bodies they desired and were an even happier couple than before.

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What a Change

The bar was dimly lit, loud with chatter and music, but all he could focus on was him.

The guy at the end of the bar—the type he’d always been drawn to. Big, broad shoulders that stretched the seams of his flannel shirt, a thick beard framing a face carved like it belonged on some rugged lumberjack fantasy. He was the kind of man who looked like he belonged on a camping trip, not nursing a beer in this hole-in-the-wall joint.

And he was alone.

Perfect.

Darren downed the last of his whiskey, a confident grin spreading across his face. He’d been working on a spell for this exact moment, something bold, something risky. A possession spell. It had taken weeks of practice, but now the moment was here. He didn’t just want to flirt with this guy—he wanted to be him.

Just for a little while.

He muttered the incantation under his breath, heart pounding as the world seemed to shimmer for a split second. His vision blurred, and then—

He opened his eyes.

The weight of the man’s body was intoxicating. The solid bulk, the scratch of the beard, the calloused hands gripping the bottle of beer. Darren—now in his body—smirked, running his tongue over his teeth and savoring the taste of the brew.

This was amazing.

He was about to test the waters, maybe lean into the curious glances from some guys across the bar, when his vision swam again.

Something was wrong.

Memories—thoughts that weren’t his—started pouring in. Kids laughing. A wife’s voice calling out. A rush of emotions that didn’t belong to him. duty, responsibility.

“Shit,” he whispered, but it wasn’t his voice anymore. It was deep, gravelly, familiar and alien all at once.

Panic set in. He tried to reverse the spell, murmuring the words, but nothing happened. The spell didn’t just bind him to this body temporarily—it had merged them. The man’s memories, his personality traits, his life—all of it had stitched itself into Darren’s mind.

It was permanent.

And then came the real kicker. The wife. The kids. The heterosexuality.

He sat frozen, gripping the beer bottle so tightly it almost shattered. Images of kissing her, holding her hand, tucking the kids in at night—they felt real. They were real. He couldn’t tell where his old self ended and this new identity began.

But somewhere deep down, that spark—his spark—was still there.

A guy brushed past him at the bar, and Darren felt his heart skip a beat. The attraction didn’t vanish. It was still there, buried beneath layers of this new identity. The thought hit him like a truck:

He was both.

He loved his wife, his kids. He cared about this life. But he also still loved men.

Darren—or whatever his name was now—downed the rest of the beer in one gulp.

“Well,” he muttered to himself, “this is going to be interesting.”

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Fuck You, Dad

The water cascaded over him—hot, almost too hot, but he didn’t care. His fingers gripped the edges of the sink as he stared into the foggy bathroom mirror, his reflection barely visible behind the mist.

It wasn’t his reflection.

Not anymore.

Not for the next three days, anyway.

The face that stared back was older, angular, with faint crow’s feet around the eyes and a shadow of stubble that stubbornly refused to go away even after shaving. His dad’s face.

"Unbelievable," he muttered, his voice deep and gravelly. His dad’s voice.

The steam had started to make the bathroom oppressive, but he wasn’t getting out of the shower yet. He couldn’t face the world outside the bathroom—not in this body.

His father’s body.

"Field trip, my ass," he hissed, stepping back under the scalding water.

It was all because his dad—his stupid dad—had decided he couldn’t miss his annual fishing trip with his buddies. Some business conference had come up at the last minute, one that just so happened to require a physical presence and, unfortunately, his dad’s face.

But rather than skip his trip, the old man had come up with a "brilliant" solution: body swap.

"You’re responsible enough," his dad had said, all smiles and charm while holding out that stupid talisman. "You’re seventeen! Practically an adult! And besides, what could possibly go wrong?"

Now here he was, in his dad’s body, drowning under responsibilities he didn’t ask for while his real body was probably somewhere in the mountains, sipping beer and telling bad jokes with a bunch of middle-aged men.

He grabbed the soap, scrubbing at the stubble again. "This is so gross," he muttered, wincing as the scent of his dad’s stupid cologne-filled body wash clung to him. No matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn’t wash off the weight of it all. The meetings. The tie he had to wear tomorrow. The dad jokes he’d probably be expected to make.

The water pressure faltered slightly, and he slammed his fist against the shower wall, feeling the power of his dad’s muscles ripple with the movement.

"Fuck you, Dad," he growled.

He turned off the water and stood there dripping, staring at the tiled wall. His dad wouldn’t hear him. Wouldn’t care even if he did. He was probably laughing it up right now, thinking his plan was the greatest stroke of genius since sliced bread.

Grabbing a towel, he dried off with quick, frustrated motions, glaring at his reflection as he wrapped the towel around his waist.

For the next three days, he was his dad. And for the next three days, he was going to make damn sure his dad regretted every second of this.

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Weight of Desire

2k special

Gabriel Sanchez had spent years living a life that felt perfectly adequate but deeply unremarkable. Middle management at a tech firm, a reliable boyfriend in Lucas, and a comfortable apartment in Manhattan. By all accounts, he should have been happy. But the truth was, Gabriel hadn’t felt alive in years. Even his relationship with Lucas, once fiery and passionate, had dulled into predictable rhythms—dinners, Netflix, the occasional half-hearted kiss before bed.

When the email arrived—Opportunity Awaits: A New Experience—he clicked on it out of nothing more than boredom. The promise of something new was enough to intrigue him.

Moments after filling out the form, Gabriel felt his body seize. A warmth spread through his limbs, but it wasn’t the kind of comfort he’d expected. It was heat, heavy and consuming. His vision blurred, and then everything went black.

Gabriel woke up gasping.

The first thing he noticed was the weight—his body was impossibly heavy, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His skin felt foreign, rough against the fabric of the sweat-soaked sheets beneath him. When he reached up to run a hand through his hair, he stopped short, staring at the thick, dark fingers that weren’t his own.

His heart raced as he stumbled out of bed, the entire room unfamiliar. The walls were cracked, the air thick with the scent of frying oil and stale sweat. A cheap, warped mirror hung crookedly on the wall. Gabriel approached it, his legs unsteady beneath him, and froze when he saw his reflection.

The man staring back at him was large, with dark, ruddy skin and a heavy, rounded face. His body was immense, rolls of flesh spilling over his waistband. His arms, thick with muscle buried under fat, flexed as he clutched the edge of the mirror.

He wasn’t himself.

The ID card on the nightstand told him his name: Javier Castillo.

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The city felt different in Javier’s body. The streets were harsher, the air colder. Gabriel’s movements were slower, deliberate, as if the weight of Javier’s life clung to him like a second skin.

That afternoon, Gabriel found himself standing in the back room of a greasy diner, staring at an enormous stack of dirty dishes. His arms ached, his back throbbed from the weight of the day.

Paul, his wiry manager with a perpetually sour expression, barked at him from the doorway. "Javier! I told you those tables need to be cleared now, not when you feel like it!"

Gabriel straightened, instinctively opening his mouth to respond. "I—I’m—" But the words stuck. Instead, what came out was, "Lo siento, jefe. Es que estoy—uh—trabajando, pero—"

Paul’s face twisted in irritation. "What the hell did you just say? Speak English, man!"

Gabriel’s cheeks burned. He tried again, forcing himself to speak slowly. "I... I work... too much," he said, but the words felt clumsy, wrong.

Paul rolled his eyes. "Just clear the damn tables, Castillo."

As the manager stormed off, Gabriel clenched his fists. He wanted to shout, to explain that he wasn’t Javier, that this wasn’t his life. But the weight of his reality—the weight of Javier’s life—pressed down on him.

Days turned into weeks, and Gabriel became more attuned to Javier’s life. The grind of menial jobs, the whispers of coworkers in Spanish he could barely follow, the way strangers looked through him on the subway.

But there were moments of connection. At a construction site, Miguel—a fellow worker—brushed against him while handing him a tool. The contact was fleeting, but Gabriel felt it like a spark. Later, Miguel invited him for drinks.

At the bar, the air was thick with the smell of beer and sweat. Miguel leaned in close, his hand resting on Gabriel’s thigh. "¿Cómo estás, güey?" Miguel asked, his voice low and teasing.

Gabriel tried to respond in English but stumbled. "I... uh... I’m tired... no sé cómo decirlo..."

Miguel chuckled softly. "No importa, hermano. You don’t gotta explain."

When Miguel’s lips brushed against his ear, Gabriel let out a low, shuddering breath. They didn’t make it back to the apartment. Instead, they found themselves pressed against a brick wall in an alley, Miguel’s hands gripping Gabriel’s waist, his mouth hot and demanding against his neck.

For the first time in years, Gabriel felt wanted—not for his polished appearance or polite charm, but for his body. For the raw, unpolished truth of it.

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As Gabriel lay tangled in sweat-stained sheets the next morning, Miguel’s arm draped across his chest, he stared at the ceiling. This life, as exhausting and unforgiving as it was, had awakened something in him.

He didn’t know how or why this had happened—how he had ended up in Javier’s body, or what it all meant. But for the first time, he didn’t feel like a spectator in his own life.

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