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yoshirage · 4 months ago

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A Worthy Replacement (Part 2)

(Written for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)

Read Part 1 Here!

Note: The version of Mr Wavell that appears in this story is the original one

“I’m Chris fucking Bumstead!!” Martin announced, almost not believing himself and yet it was true. The man staring back at him in the mirror was none other than that. It shouldn’t have been possible and yet somehow… it was. After all it felt way to real to be a dream. From the scents swirling around in the air to the way his new muscle moved in an unfamiliar yet real way. There was no way it could all be a work of fiction from his sleeping mind despite how strongly logic would suggest that. Just to be sure Martin did the typical thing most people do when they believe they’re dreaming and gave one of his thick arms a pinch. Nope. Still here. All that did was make him realise just how real these muscles were.

With the mirror still ahead of him, Martin couldn’t think of anything else to do other than inspect himself. Starting with his face. Stepping closer he got a better look at the new, extremely handsome features he now adorned. The first thing he felt drawn to was his new beard. It was much thicker than any beard he’d been able to grow in the past and it framed his gorgeous new mug perfectly. Though after giving his new facial hair a stroke he found himself running his fingers over almost every part of his face, trying to get used to the new size and position of everything. Though he couldn’t help but be distracted by those expressive new eyebrow paired with his piecing new teal eyes. Eyes that usually looked so driven and motivated but right now on Martin seemed lost, confused yet most of all excited.

“I can’t believe it… I really am him!” Martin muttered to himself, growing more and more giddy as he heard Chris’ voice coming from his mouth. It was true though. By some miracle he’d become the very world famous body builder that’d been the focus of many jerk off sessions for him. Now owning the very face and body that god knows how many people would drop to their knees for chance to worship.

Speaking of his body, Martin couldn’t ignore it any longer. How could he? Just moments ago he’d been your average lean dude just looking to get a tad bigger at the gym. Now he was one of the few men in the world having been awarded the Mr Olympia classic physique title! Multiple times at that! He had to take a few steps back until he was almost pressed against the cubicle wall just to get his whole body in frame of the mirror. “Holy fuck… I’m massive.” As he said that last word ‘massive’ he noticed the new lisp he’d inherited from Chris. Just another thing he’d have to get used to it seemed, not that he minded.

With that the very first thing he did was grab both pecs before giving them a hefty squeeze. They were so thick and full with muscle that even his new meatier hands couldn’t contain them. That didn’t stop him from trying though as he groped them with a giddy smile on his face. He still couldn’t believe that this tank top fit him so tightly now either when it’d been hanging off him moments ago, now showing off all his assets nicely. But he needed to get a better look.

With one smooth motion Martin pulled the tank top up and over his head before tossing it on the bench. “Whoa…” he muttered, finally getting a proper look at the full upper body he now owned. Sure he’d seen it online before but actually having it as his own reflection was something else entirely. “I’ve got fuckin abs now as well!” He stated proudly with disbelief while running a hand down them. They were a perfect balance between tight and thick in a way that sent shivers down his spine just touching them and knowing they were somehow his now.

Despite how incredible his abs were Martin couldn’t help but be drawn back to the watermelons he now called his pecs. Looking even more inviting than before now that they were uncovered. They felt a little sore likely from Chris’ workout but in an oddly satisfying way. He gave them another squeeze before letting his fingers rest around his sensitive nipples. Soon finding himself having to stifle a moan while pinching at them a little. There was no doubt they felt better than his old ones.

It was then as Martin was starting to get into flexing his biceps again that he noticed something that made his eyes light up. His scent. He hadn’t noticed it as much at first as his new nose was of course more attuned to it. But now he realised as he brought his arms up a little that the sweaty masculine scent wasn’t just coming from the clothes anymore. The same scent he’s been getting drunk on not so long ago. It was coming from him! It was his sweaty scent now!

Just as Martin was about to start sniffing away however, he heard the sounds of noisy gym bro’s storming in after finishing their own workouts. Of course part of him wanted to stay locked in here so he could explore his new body for all its worth here and now… but he figured all the background noise would inevitably ruin the experience. And so, as much as he wanted to rip off his shorts and get a look at the thick new meat between his legs that’d been growing during all the excitement, he did his best to restrain himself while slipping his tank top back on.

Martin walked out of the cubicle a few minutes later, carrying his old clothes under his arm. He wasn’t exactly sure what to do with them as they sure was hell wouldn’t fit him now but he didn’t want to just leave them in the cubicle either. It was then that he remembered Chris’ gym bag. It’d been sat next to the bench he’d found the clothes on. Perfect!

He darted around the corner towards the aisle he’d taken the bodybuilder’s clothes from and sure enough the bag was still sat exactly where it’d been left. Without a second thought, Martin grabbed the bag and unzipped it to find a set of clean normal clothes Chris was probably planning on changing into. That reminded him. If he had Chris’ body now… then what had happened to the real Chris Bumstead? Had he somehow vanished just for Martin to take his place? Had he transformed into Martin’s former self? Or was he completely fine and just having a shower completely unaware that he now had a twin?

If the last case were true then he didn’t wanna stick around for long. Who knows what kind of chaos would ensue if Chris came out to find his doppelgänger out here! Just in case though, he left the extra clothes and towel in the locker that Chris had seemingly left open before stuffing his old clothes into the gym bag instead and making his way out of the gym’s locker room with haste.

———

Stepping out of the gym, Martin took his first deep breath of fresh air with his new lungs and he did so with a satisfied smile on his face. Only question was where to go next? It’s not like he could could go to Chris’ place. For a start he didn’t even know where it was and secondly he knew the real Chris had a fiancé that would likely figure out something was up in minutes and he didn’t want the hassle that came with all that. That in mind the only real option was for him to head back to his apartment for now and try to keep on the down low until he was able to figure out what his next move was here.

With the gym bag slung over his massive shoulder, Martin began to make his way back home. As he did he couldn’t help but notice the difference in his stride. It was wider (due to his bigger size naturally), more confident and even had a tiny bit of swagger to it just like the real Chris. Muscle memory just doing its thing he supposed.

It wasn’t until he was about half way home however that he started to notice a growing hunger in belly. At first he tried ignoring it but that soon became impossible when his stomach started growling at him. Sure he had some food at home he could shovel down to satiate his hunger but not much of it was suited to the diet this body was used to. Of course Martin could just ignore that and eat whatever he wanted but… if he was gifted a body like this he should at least take care of it as best he can right?

Thankfully there was a pretty decent shop on the way home for the huge man to stop for some better stuff. He wasn’t exactly sure what to get so he ended up looking up one of Chris’ own YouTube videos about what he eats in the day to get a good idea of what to look for. Before long Martin had managed to fill his basket with plenty of healthy ingredients and that would help to make a filling meal worthy of this new bulky body of his.

———

Home at last. Martin grabbed the door handle and let himself inside, bagged groceries in hand. He closed the door with a whistle only when he turned around, he jumped out of his skin at what or rather who he saw. On the other side of his living room area was a strange man that he didn’t recognise sat staring at him with a smirk.

“W-who the hell are you!?” Martin shouted, the panic and confusion clearly visible in his tone of voice.

The man didn’t reply right away, instead opting to get up from his chair and take a few steps closer. Though as he noticed Martin backing up a little, the man chuckled and put his hands in the air as if to signal that he was harmless. “Hey, hey. No reason to be afraid my huge hunky friend.” He said in an almost flirtatious voice as he scanned Martin’s bulky body. “Look. You can just call me Wavell. I’m the one that made you what, or should I say who, you are now. Martin.” Wavell claimed, surprising Martin at the use of his real name despite looking nothing like his former self now. “Unless you’d rather me call you Chris?”

“You know that I’m… wait what do you mean you made me who I am!?” Martin questioned, still unsure if the whole situation.

Wavell rolled his eyes. “Oh come on you know exactly what I mean. I made you the new Chris Bumstead. I’m the one that gave you the body of a multiple time Mr Olympia winner.” He laughed a little as he took a few steps closer, watching as the gears in Martin’s head turned. “And personally I think it really suits you.”

“Wait but… this happened when I took his clothes and… his underwear started glowing…” Martin tried his best to recall exactly what happened despite it being a bit of a blur just prior and during his transformation.

“Yeah and who do you think enchanted that pair of underwear?” Wavell cocked an eyebrow, watching in amusement as Martin’s face turned to that of shock and disbelief. After that he went onto explain himself a little better as he did with most people he revealed himself to. Explaining his status as a powerful magic being that more or less possesses the means to bend reality to his will. Naturally it was a lot to take in as the now bodybuilder had to take a seat on the couch but given his new body, Martin was inclined to believe what he was hearing. “But yeah I suppose that’s me in a nutshell.”

Martin lent back in his seat, still a little surprised by how much of the couch his massive body was taking up now, as he digested all of that. “Wow… I don’t even know what to say.” He muttered. In such a short amount of time he’d went from having just a normal, yet somewhat pervy, day to now finding himself believing in actual magic! “Well why me? What’s so special about me that you decided to give me a body that looks exactly like Chris freaking Bumstead!?” He said while gesturing down at his glorious body, trying not to get turned on at the sight of all the muscle he now owned.

“Let’s just say I like to have a bit of fun with the men on earth. Truth be told I’d been a fan of Chris for quite some time. The work he put in the have such an incredible body is truly inspiring. That said I thought that he maybe needed a new… gayer replacement. And you just happened to be in the right place at the right time.” Wavell explained with a smug expression. “I even enchanted the underwear in such a way that only those who I deemed worthy would’ve been able to acknowledge the clothes. So it would seem you’re a worthy replacement.”

After soaking that in, Martin noticed something the warlock had said. “Wait? You kept saying replacement. If I’m replacing the real Chris then what happened to him? Where is he?” Martin asked, almost a little worried.

Wavell chuckled. “Oh don’t worry about him. I’m sure the two of you will get acquainted soon enough. Besides, the real Chris from now on is you.” The warlock grinned devilishly as he stated this.

“Me? So you’re saying that I get to live the life of Chris Bumstead from now on?”

“Exactly! And before you say it, yes I know you don’t have the mind and memories of the real Chris just yet but I’m sure with enough persuasion the original will give them up to you.”

“Wait what?? What do you mean?”

“Oh don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll figure it out.” Wavell sniggered a little. “Anyway the main reason I came here was to see if there was anything extra you wanted me to help you with in the meantime to help you get settled in?”

Martin thought for a second. Off the top there wasn’t a whole lot he could think of that wouldn’t be taken care of if he received Chris’ memories. Really there was only one thing that came to mind. “Could you make me single so I’m not engaged to Chris’ fiancé?” It was something that’d crossed his mind earlier with how he didn’t really wanna have to deal with all that awkwardness.

Wavell didn’t say a word. He simply closed his eyes as Martin looked on in awe while a purple aura glowed around the mysterious man. Then without warning a pulse of magic energy surged out of him and spread out across the planet. And with that, it was done. “All done. Now everyone who knows you thinks you’re single and your former fiancé is in a happy relationship with another man. I also took the liberty of erasing your former identity and transferring ownership of everything you owned as Martin to your new self as Chris. For example this apartment is now owned by Chris Bumstead along with your new house!” Wavell explained with a smile on his face.

“Well now that’s all taken care of I suppose I should be on my way.” Wavell jumped yet again from his seat and did a little spin to give Martin a view of his body, clad in the usual business casual suit he wore most days. “Take a good look at this body because the next time you see me I’m gonna have a whole new one! My boyfriend and I have been scouting for new host bodies for me to takeover and soon one will hopefully be ready.” Wavell stated with excitement in his voice though most of what he just said more or less went over Martin’s head.

“Right! Time for me to head off I think.” Mr Wavell outstretched a hand to the new bodybuilder who was still sat on the couch processing everything that had just happened. “Don’t worry, I won’t bite.” He reassured.

Martin, though with slight hesitation, reached out and shook Wavell’s hand. “Thank you… for all of this. This amazing body and life. How can I repay you??” Being the kind hearted person he was, Martin almost felt bad accepting such an insanely generous gift.

“No need! The best thing you can do is enjoy that body to the fullest for me.” Wavell winked and before Martin could get another word in, the warlock flicked his wrist and in a second he vanished into thin air as if he were never there to begin with…

———

Martins’ head was spinning. After everything that’d gone down today who could blame him! He met Cbum at the gym, stole his clothes, TRANSFORMED INTO HIM, then only to find out that magic is actually real and that a reality bending wizard dude essentially gave him the life of bodybuilding celebrity. Sooner or later he just decided to take a deep breath and instead of worrying about the who’s, what’s and how’s to just enjoy what he’d been given.

That said he soon found himself stood in front of the mirror propped up on his dressing table in the bedroom which seemed much smaller now with his huge size. It didn’t take long for him to throw off the tank top once again to reveal his insane upper body. He tossed his arms up into a bicep flex and immediately remembered where he left off at the gym. His smelly fucking pits!

He wasted no time in stuffing his nose into one of them and inhaling the rich scent. It still smelt fresh and strong as he huffed away into bliss. “Fuck I *sniff* actually have *sniff* his scent! *sniff*” Martin claimed, not wanting to pull away from his armpits for even a second. That exact same manly aroma that he’d smelt on Chris when he walked past at the gym. The same aroma that drenched the clothes he stole. Now it belonged to him! It was Martin’s scent now and he fucking loved it! It wasn’t until he’d gotten a good whiff of both pits and his face was coated in sweat did Martin finally pull away for a breath of fresh air. He could definitely get used to this.

After worshipping his massive chest a little more, Martin thought it was about time he stopped putting it off and finally got down to the real juicy stuff. Looking down he saw the tight shorts that clung to his giant thighs while the bulge of his fat new cock getting excited had once again caused a tent to rise in them. God he wanted to see it but first… he looked past the shorts and down towards his feet, still clad in those smelly size 13 sneakers…

With a smirk the hunk sat himself down in the bed, hearing it creak under all his new muscle weight, before gripping one of the sneakers and sliding it off his foot. He remembered before how they’d been many sizes too big for him but now seeing one of his socked feet unleashed last, it was clear that was no longer the case. Now they were nothing short of huge and smelly enough to stink up those sneakers after a good workout just like the original Chris.

Well there was only one thing to do. He brought it up towards his face and already he could smell it. He thought about savouring the moment beforehand but the moment his nose caught whiff of that smell, Martin just couldn’t help himself. He stuffed his nose into the sneakers not unlike how he had back at the gym before his transformation, the powerful pungent musk perforating his nostrils and sending him into a huffing frenzy. Only this time there was something more. This time he had the pleasure of knowing this intoxicating smell was his! It came from his sneakers! His big sweaty feet! Just the thought of that was making him leak precum.

Martin was so lost in the pleasure of it all however that he failed to notice a certain someone beginning to stir. It began with low groans reverberating in Martin’s mind which at first he paid little attention to. That is until those groans started to form words instead.

“Ughh… What happened? Where am I?” A voice echoed. Hearing it caused Martin to suddenly halt his horny crusade once again. “Why is it so dark? Fuck… I feel so weird… and what’s that salty taste?” The words were like thoughts bouncing around in Martin’s mind only they weren’t his thoughts. They were foreign, almost as if someone where speaking to him via telepathy.

Confused, Martin asked the voice who or what it was and why the hell it was in its head though the voice seemed just as confused as he was. Apparently the last thing it remembered was being in a changing room at the gym before meeting a strange man. But when it told Martin it’s name, that’s when it all made sense. Chris. There was no mistaking it. Somehow he was speaking to the real Chris Bumstead!

“My body… I can’t even describe it. I feel so thin and kind of like I’m being stretched around something. Like I’m being forced to hug something that’s musky and pressing against me?” He continued, trying to stay as calm as possible but it was clear there was genuine fear in his voice.

Martin glanced around the room and didn’t immediately see anything despite Chris claiming they were in the same room. Apparently he could hear Martin’s thoughts and his real voice as he spoke out loud. With a sigh the bulky man got up from the bed to try and figure this conundrum out. Only it was about to be far more simple than he thought.

The moment he stood up, Chris claimed that the thing he was being stretched around was moving. Finding the timing of it rather odd, Martin asked Chris to say something whenever he felt movement and sure enough every time Martin took a step, Chris alerted him. With that all the pieces were there and Martin’s brain was slowly putting them all together; He now has Chris Bumstead’s body after wearing his clothes. Chris had seemingly disappeared despite somehow being present with Martin right now. And when Martin transformed… it was Chris’ underwear specifically that’d glowed beforehand…

“What do you mean you now have my body? And you took my clothes??” Chris questioned, hearing some of Martin’s thoughts as the unintentional body snatcher stepped up to the mirror once again. He slipped his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts before pushing them down to his ankles. What ensued was chaos.

Suddenly it was no longer dark for Chris. He, just like Martin, was now looking right ahead at the mirror reflection. Only there was one glaring issue. Despite seeing his own body, it wasn’t at all in his control. In fact he wasn’t even looking out if his own eyes! It was only as he realised that his line of sight was eye level with his own body’s crotch did he know that what Martin had theorised was true. He’d somehow been transformed into his own fucking underwear!

As one would expect Chris began to freak the fuck out. Praying that this was a dream, saying that it was impossible and even getting angry at Martin while accusing him of stealing his body. Of course Martin felt pretty bad. After all Chris was technically right. He did steal Chris’ hard earned body even if he didn’t mean to. Judging by his conversation with Mr Wavell however, it didn’t seem as though things would be going back to normal any time soon. Instead the best thing Martin could do was comfort Chris and say that it was all an accident on his part.

“Accident my ass! You stole my clothes and wore them like a perv!” Chris accused and admittedly he wasn’t wrong.

“Look I know. I’m sorry alright! Yeah I took them but I had no idea this would happen! It was this Mr Wavell dude that did all this! I swear!” Martin pleaded.

“Wavell? Why does that name sound so familiar?…”

Martin sat back down on the bed and decided it best to just lay everything out on the table for Chris. About him stealing the clothes and how he’d just found them alone, to his spontaneous transformation and the glowing underwear the Chris now seemed to be apart of. Not to mention Wavell showing up at his apartment not long since. After that Chris started to remember a bit more of what happened to him. Just before he passed out there was a guy he talked to who also called himself Mr Wavell. Martin was actually telling the truth.

After which there was a long discussion on what to do next and they ultimately decided it would be best for Martin to just live Chris’ life as normally as possible until they find a way to fix this. Thankfully Martin was able to stop himself from thinking too loudly about how he didn’t actually want to go back…

Just then another loud rumble from Martin’s stomach filled the room. Fuck he was really hungry but he was still so damn horny as well. Knowing this, Chris told him to ignore his urges and get some food. Yet Martin looked down at the other sneaker he was still wearing and he just couldn’t help himself.

“Martin. Don’t you fucking dare. I heard that thought.” Chris warned but ultimately he couldn’t do a thing as he watched Martin pull off the other sneaker and press it to his nose. Seeing this Chris was repulsed to see his body getting turned on by the smell of his own sweaty sneakers and even more so feeling his own dick get harder and harder, stretching the front of his fabric body.

Despite Chris’ protests, Martin continued sniffing the pungent shoe feverishly. God it was easily on of the best scents in whole fucking world! And weirdly enough, though he did still feel a bit bad about it, Chris protesting to it all only made Martin hornier. Especially when he started complaining about being able to taste his own precum as Martin leaked some more.

Martin had even begun caressing his dick through (Chris) his underwear, already loving the size of it and wanting to pull it out any second despite Chris telling him not to. But before he could get too excited his stomach growled once again, this time even louder. Martin sighed, tossing the sneaker to the floor. “Fine I’ll stop. But only because this giant body feels like it’ll starve if I don’t eat something soon.”

———

The sizzling sound of delicious meat against a hot pan filled the tiny apartment. Crackling and popping as the chicken Martin had decided to have as part of his dinner cooked away. He stood in nothing but that same pair of sweaty white socks from the gym and the tight underwear that Chris was trapped inside. Martin’s huge, impressive muscles on full display as he opened the lid to check on the rice he was cooking in another pot.

Begrudgingly Chris had agreed to help Martin with his food, suggesting something easy and simple that would be hard to mess up. After all nobody knew this huge body better than him. He gave Martin instructions on how much to eat and what things to add as he watched on from his crotch height view. He was a little bit short tempered with the questions Martin would ask him throughout it all but in fairness Chris had to deal with the constant taste of his own cock and balls the whole time.

Once all was cooked and Martin was dishing up the big meal, he couldn’t help but catch the sweaty stench wafting from his pits again. As much as he loved the smell he started to think he should probably jump in the shower after dinner. A thought that Chris seemed it be in agreement with.

Seeing the huge chicken and rice meal all put together now, despite how hungry he felt, Martin didn’t think he’d be able to get it all down. After all he’d never eaten this much of something as filling as chicken and rice but then again he’d never had a body this big either. Regardless it didn’t stop him from digging into the meal and savouring every last bite. Though as he did Chris couldn’t help but be a little annoyed with how much this random gay dude was enjoying himself with his body but ultimately there was nothing he could do but sit and cradle his own manhood while this imposter munched away happily.

Despite his doubts Martin was actually able to finish all his food before letting out a huge belch which Chris rolled his metaphorical eyes at. “Ahhhhhh… that was some good shit.” Martin sighed happily while rubbing his muscled stomach. “You’ll have to teach me how to cook more stuff like that so I can keep this body fed.” He laughed.

“Well it’s my body that you’ll mess up if I don’t so I don’t have much of a choice…” Chris pouted as Martin got up from the table and did a huge stretch. After which his hand drifted south to give his already semi-hard cock a rub. “Hey! Hands off my dick!” Chris snapped as he felt his fabric body being pawed at while the dick underneath pulsed.

“Alright, alright sorry.” Martin apologised, taking his hand away begrudgingly.

———

Having given his dinner some time to settle, Martin at last made his way to the bathroom where he looked over at the shower glee. He pulled off his smelly socks only to give them each a deep satisfying sniff before tossing them to the side. After that his mind began thinking about all the things he was finally gonna do to this body as the water ran over him and…

“Don’t even think about it.” Chris berated, having heard the other man’s very horny and very gay thoughts just now. “Get in, wash my body, and get out.”

Martin rolled his eyes. “Look Chris. I respect you and I’m sympathetic towards the situation you’re in but right now this body isn’t yours. It’s mine.” He claimed boldly. “So frankly I think I’ll do whatever the hell I want with it. Okay?” He stood his ground firmly. “Now you’re gonna sit out here like a good pair of dirty underwear while I get a very relaxing shower.” He stated with a smirk on his handsome face.

As one would imagine this was met by furious protests from Chris while Martin pushed the underwear down to his ankles. Surprisingly however, the moment Martin kicked off the possessed underwear, he could no longer hear Chris at all. It seemed as though he could only hear what Chris was thinking and saying while he was wearing him. Well at least that meant he wouldn’t have an annoying voice in his head 24/7 and that this next part could be all private.

At last he was able to see himself naked with this new body and he wasn’t disappointed in the slightest. The bathroom mirror didn’t do him nearly enough justice but it wasn’t much of a bother when Martin could just look down and see that godly physique in first person perspective. He was beyond anxious to feel that hot water flowing over it, groping himself a little as he stepped towards to the shower. The feeling of his much bigger hard cock bouncing between his legs with every step making him even more gleeful.

There was a creak as Martin twisted the shower knob and with it steaming water came raining down onto him. Immediately he felt every tense muscle in his body relax as the hot water gushed over every inch of his body. He couldn’t help but let out a big sigh of relief as he moved back a little and gave his wet hair a flick.

Part of him wanted to go slow. To work his way down to that impressive manhood he’d been itching to test out… but he’d teased himself enough today. Right away Martin wrapped a large hand around the thick rod with a groan. It felt better than he could have ever imagined. Touching a cock that wasn’t his own. One that was longer, girthier and seemingly more sensitive as well as he guided his hand back and forth along its shaft.

While the right hand had fun pumping Martin’s new and improved cock, his left hand was having a party of its own as it continued to worship the rest of his delicious muscle. Relishing in the sensation of squeezing all that wet muscle. Groping his meaty, award winning pecs while pinching at his nipples, similar to how he’d done in that cubicle earlier today, causing even deeper groans to escape his mouth. Pumping his cock even harder as he gave his left arm a flex before kissing the massive bicep with glee. “Damn… I still can’t believe how fucking huge I am.” Martin muttered with that iconic Cbum lisp. “Huge chest, huge arms, huge legs… huge dick.” He said, grinning even more at the last part.

Finally he let go of said dick, for now, so he could grab some soap and actually get clean. After rubbing some into his hair and beard, Martin got straight to rubbing it around his body and boy was he thorough. Making sure to lather the soap in every nook and cranny, going over every ridge of hard earn muscle all while his dick stayed at full mast. After getting his upper body all soaped up, he moved his hands towards his backside and made sure to lather his ass up good. He honestly hadn’t paid it enough attention with the juicy behemoth of a muscle ass it was now but there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he’d get it used in the near future…

Once Martin finished soaping up those colossal tree trunks he now called legs, he stepped back under the water and got everything washed off. As much as he loved that sweaty post gym smell he had, he certainly felt a lot cleaner now as he watched those bubbles circle down the drain. However, now that was taken care of, Martin just couldn’t ignore his urges any longer.

Before you knew it he had a gorilla grip on his fat cock once again. It wasn’t long before he was aggressively pumping his stolen length as the low groans from earlier started to turn more into primal grunts. So this is what it felt like to be horny with all the muscle and testosterone of a professional body builder. Honestly Martin was surprised he’d lasted this long after walking around with the body of a living god. Getting to feel so huge in literally every aspect is a wet dream come true!

And because Cbum wasn’t already perfect enough, Martin soon found out that his body had incredible stamina. He lasted much longer than usual while jerking himself this passionately but finally, after what felt like a good arm workout, his load was drawing near. His legs were spread apart as the intensity continued to ramp up. His mouth hanging open a little as his eyes begin to flutter. Right now, in this very moment, Martin’s life was absolutely perfect. And he wanted nothing more than for it stay this way. Forever.

“Fuck yeah! I’m Mr Olympia now!” Martin groaned to himself in ecstasy before bouncing his pecs a little. “Mmmm so big… like a fucking muscle god.” His free hand once again worshiping his giant body as his balls began to tense until suddenly his dick couldn’t hold back any longer. “Oh yeah fuck being Martin! I’m Chris Bumstead now!!” He claimed proudly in a horny daze as his cock let loose. It was like a hose splattering thick alpha male cum all over the shower wall and floor with more force than he expected. It shot rope after rope of delicious semen until Martin’s fat balls were empty at last and big dumb grin was plastered across that adorable bearded face of his.

Once the dust had settled, it didn’t take Martin long to lick some of his own seed up off the wall and safe to say it tasted just as amazing as he remembered. Then once he rinsed off the shower walls and himself one last time, Martin twisted the shower knob again and stepped out. At last feeling clean and refreshed.

After a quick stretch he grabbed a towel and wrapped it gingerly around his waist before heading off back towards his bedroom. But not before picking up the original Chris who’d been forced to listen to another man enjoying what should be his body!

———

After the day he’d had, Martin found himself feeling rather zonked out and all he wanted to do now was sleep his ass off for as long as possible. He’d considered putting Chris back on but somehow he felt like he wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if he had that voice in his head all night. “Sorry big guy but you’re gonna have to sleep with your new buddies tonight. And by buddies I mean my pile of clothes over here.” He giggled before placing the possessed underwear on top of the clothes pile across the room.

At last Martin found himself slipping under covers of his bed. He did need to shuffle around a bit as this bed definitely wasn’t made with someone as big as him in mind but eventually made himself comfortable. And with that he slowly closed his eyes and drifted off into his first dream as the new Chris Bumstead.

To be continued…

Hey everyone! Thanks for reading part 2 if this amazing story I’ve been putting together for @bodyswappingandshit. Just wanted that say that I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather this past week or so hence the absence of a weekly post but I’m feeling better now and hopefully things should be back to normal 🙌

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yoshirage · 4 months ago

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A Worthy Replacement - Part 3

(Written for @bodyswappingandshit ❤️)

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Martin found himself waking up early the next day. He must’ve forgotten to close his curtains last night as the morning sun immediately blinded him, prompting him to keep his eyes shut for a bit longer. As he did, he lamented over the amazing dream he’d had last night. In it he’d not only got to see the incredible Chris Bumstead in person but he also ended up transforming into him somehow and taking that award winning body all for himself! ‘If only that were real’ he thought. Only as the seconds ticked by, he started to remember more and more details strangely enough…

After a minute or two he rolled over in bed a little only to find that his weight and size felt off, not to mention the facial hair he felt rubbing against the pillow. His waking brain swiftly began to connect the dots causing Martin’s eyes to snap open and look down at himself. The very first thing he saw was a pair of thick meaty pecs that lead down to what looked to be a massive body hidden under the covers. That was no dream. He really did become Chris Bumstead and now he was waking up in his body!

A giddy smile soon crossed Martin’s face as he went to town feeling and groping his body once again. Tweaking his bodybuilder nipples with glee as he threw the covers off himself to admire everything he had now. Running his hands along his abs, giving his meaty thighs a hard slap, squeezing his colossal biceps and of course massaging his huge pecs with glee. And the best part was that he had Chris’ morning wood! Naturally he just couldn’t ignore it for another second. He wrapped a hand around the meaty shaft, one significantly thicker than his old one, and didn’t waste any time. He was too horny to tease himself or go slow, instead jumping immediately to jackhammering his new cock with no remorse.

The real Chris, in his underwear form, was still sat across the room atop a pile of clothes Martin had left him on. Forced to bear witness to his own body pleasuring itself. Having to listen to Martin grunting with that stolen voice as he pumped away. That alone was already torturous enough. Yet, just as he didn’t think it couldn’t get any worse, Martin started groaning about how much he loved being Chris Bumstead and having such a giant sexy body all to himself.

It felt as though it went on for hours with this imposter furiously beating his meat to the point where hearing him moaning about finally cumming seemed like a mercy. Martin tensed his abs and, with nothing but pure lust for his new form in his eyes, shot a huge load all over himself. His muscular torso gaining a healthy coating thick cum as he couldn’t help but lay back with a huge grin on his face. How the hell did he get so lucky he wondered.

The bodybuilder took a minute or so to bask in the afterglow before sitting up. He reached over towards the bedside table, grabbing a box of tissues before pulling a couple out. He gave himself a good wipe down, making sure to get right in between the ridges of his thick abs where the cum had pooled. It was only as he tossed those used tissue into the bin across the room that the pair of underwear atop the clothes pile caught his eye. He couldn’t help but smirk knowing the real Chris had seen everything that just went down. Was it mean? Yes. But was it hot? Absolutely!

He pushed himself off the rather small mattress and planted his heavy feet on floor before getting up with a long stretch. With that he stomped over towards the discarded clothes and picked up Chris in his underwear form first of all before grabbing Chris’ gym clothes from yesterday. After all he was still in his old apartment and none of his old clothes would ever fit a body like this. As such, Martin made a mental note to head down to Chris’ house today and check it out for himself. With that in mind and his clothes in hand, Martin promptly made his way towards the bathroom.

Chris found himself being dropped onto the cold bathroom floor along with the rest of the gym clothes he’d worn yesterday before that Wavell guy came and fucked everything up. He could just about see Martin stepping in front of the mirror with a gleeful look on his face. As expected it didn’t take long for him to start checking himself out again. Flexing his arms and bouncing his pecs joyously. Even digging his nose into his armpit and getting a whiff of that fresh morning scent.

Martin just couldn’t get enough of it. The raw size, power and smell of his body was nothing short of intoxicating. That along side his gorgeous looks make him feel on top of the world. He admired every defined ridge of muscle as if he were the one that’d sculpted them. Feeling every bulge with a look of pure satisfaction crossing his face. Truly nothing could beat the feeling of being a complete and utter muscle hunk. Hell being a muscle hunk was basically his job description now!

Though before he moved to brush his teeth, there was one last thing Martin wanted to do. He shuffled a tad closer to mirror and started pulling a bunch of silly faces that you’d almost never see the original Chris doing. It was so surreal and hilarious at the same time. He did all sorts from sticking his tongue out to a huge cheesy grin and even giving his reflection the puppy dog eyes. By the end he certainly got a good laugh out of it and weirdly enough seeing this face move completely under his command helped him feel just a tad bit more in tune with his new body.

After having his fun, Martin made sure to give his face a good wash and his teeth a clean before finally getting dressed. Naturally he pulled on the possessed underwear first and the moment he did, his mind was flooded with complaints from Chris about having to see Martin jerk off the cock that he stole, shouting about how it’s his body and demanding that Martin find a way to fix this immediately. Martin tried to be nice at first as he pulled on his shorts and tank top but Chris just wouldn’t let up. In the end it took Martin losing his patience and threatening to toss him in the washing machine at max spin for Chris to finally pipe down.

———

Half an hour later Martin found himself finishing a rather large bowl of oats along with a small smoothie he’d whipped up as per Chris’ suggestion. As he dunked the bowl into the sink to be washed, he began to wonder what the hell he should even be doing right now. After all he couldn’t just go to work like usual because, if Mr Wavell’s spell did what is was supposed to then, his former identity should’ve been erased altogether. Not to mention he was now an extremely well known body builder.

“So uhmm… what do you do for money and all that? I mean it can’t all just be the Olympia money right?” Martin asked curiously.

Chris rolled his metaphorical eyes at the question before answering reluctantly. “I run two businesses that I mainly advertise online. Cbum Fittness and Raw Nutrition. Just another reason you need to find a way to fix this because I know you’re sure as hell gonna crash and burn both of them. Especially since everyone probably thinks I’ve gone AWOL for the past day already!”

That was right, Martin remembered now. Cbum Fitness was Chris’ clothing brand and Raw Nutrition was his supplement brand. Unfortunately he was probably right about the last part as well. “Alright fine, I’ll head down to your place later but you’d better fill me in on everything I need to know about your friends, family and businesses. Otherwise it’s gonna be your fault when they crash and burn as you say.”

“Ha! I’m not gonna tell you shit! The less I tell you the more of a chance I have of people figuring out you’re a fucking imposter that somehow stole my body!” Chris scoffed.

Unfortunately Martin couldn’t exactly force the information out of Chris and it didn’t seem like the man turned underwear was gonna budge on his stance. That is until a certain naughty little idea popped into Martin’s head. Luckily for him, he was able to block his thoughts just enough for Chris not hear what he was planning…

Seconds later Martin grabbed his phone off the counter before swiping over to the camera. It was only when Martin pulled his shorts down, allowing Chris to actually be able to see, did the other man begin to question what he was doing. For a second Chris was worried Martin was gonna follow through with his threat about the washing machine but, unfortunately for him, Martin had something far better in mind.

“H-hey!?” What the fuck are you doing??” Chris shouted internally as Martin proceeded glance over his shoulder to take photo after photo of his thick muscle ass as it pressed tightly against the fabric of his underwear. Really making sure to get plenty of low angles that would make it look as juicy as possible despite all the protests. Once he was satisfied, Martin brought his phone back up and began scrolling through all the photo’s he just took.

“Oooooo… that one’ll do nicely!” He smirked before exiting photo’s and hopping over to Instagram. Upon logging in he was delighted to see that his assumption was correct. Instead of his own account, Martin was logged into Chris’ official and verified Instagram account instead! With a sinister grin he immediately jumped to post a new story on the account. He grabbed the best of many ass photo’s he’d taken and selected it for the story before adding the caption *‘Who else thinks my ass is lookin thicc as fuck today?’* Then with one final smirk Martin pressed the post button and watched as within seconds the story was getting likes, DM replies and reposts galore! Not too surprising considering he now had over 15 and a half million followers!

It was getting increasingly difficult for Chris to read any of Martin’s thoughts as the latter got better at hiding them. But he was able to gather enough to know he’d posted something to Instagram. That coupled with the pics Martin had just taken threw Chris into a panicked spiral. “Oh no no no! What the hell did you just do!?”

Martin didn’t say a word. He simply opened up the story again and lowered the phone in front of his crotch so that Chris could see for himself. Needless to say he was absolutely mortified to see an admittedly rather alluring picture of his thick ass posted on social media for everyone to drool over!! After a moment or two of shock he went ballistic! Screaming and threatening Martin to take it down right away but the man now in possession of his body was completely unfazed by his madness. Instead he opted to set up a tripod before opening his camera app once again and placing it on said tripod.

The hulking man took a few steps back after hitting the record button until his full body was finally in frame. Getting a glorious shot of Chris Bumstead himself stood in only a tank top, briefs and gym socks. The real Chris was both confused and very worried as Martin spun around to show his backside once more. Martin proceeded to look over his shoulder towards the camera once more with a grin before squatting down a little and arching his back. But it wasn’t until he began to feel a certain up and down, almost bouncing, motion that it dawned on him what Martin was doing…

“Mmmm wow… look at my ass shake!” Martin chuckled as he proceeded to twerk like a pro for the camera. “Fuuuuck… even with all the muscle there’s so much recoil to it.” He complimented himself, starting to feel his dick stir once again at the sight of his big muscle butt jiggling like it was. He made a point to show it off as much as possible, rotating his hips a few times before squatting down a little more and really throwing it back as if he were a porn star trying to make his living.

Chris was utterly appalled by what Martin was forcing his body to do. Let alone recording it!? He tried telling the man to stop but by now he should’ve known that was pointless. Instead he just had to sit and endure it whilst feeling every shake of his own ass against his fabric body until Martin was finally satisfied.

“Now *that* is a hot video. I’m willing to bet there’s people out there who’d pay hundreds to see yo- *me* twerking like this.” Martin commented as he watched the recording back, knowing full well that before all this he would’ve done anything to get his hands on a video like this. “So now you’ve got two choices. Either you tell me what I need to know or I post this video of me shaking this gorgeous ass of mine. Simple as that.”

Chris was silent for a moment but that alone was telling enough. “Fine… I’ll tell you.” He mumbled at last just as Martin knew he would.

Over the next couple hours, Martin took a crash course on the personal life of Chris Bumstead. Making sure to ask every important question he could think of about his new life to which Chris reluctantly answered. Though it’s not as if he had much of a choice with the threat of him twerking going viral looming over his metaphorical head. Martin tried to memorise the simple things but wrote down a few other details he might need just in case. After all the last thing he needed was his new family and friends interrogating him and thinking he had amnesia or something. But eventually 11:00am rolled around and Martin decided it was about time he hit the gym before checking out Chris’ place.

It didn’t take long for Martin to gather up his stuff and make a quick protein shake before tossing it all in a bag. Chris had asked a couple times if Martin could take him off and wear some normal underwear to the gym but Martin refused. After all he might need the bodybuilding champion’s advice for certain exercises. And so Martin tossed on his sneakers, getting flashbacks to when he’d been huffing them just yesterday, before heading off to the gym. A place where he’d probably be spending a lot more time at from now on.

———

Upon stepping foot inside the gym once again, Martin couldn’t help but feel a wave of nervousness flow over him. One would think that with his new body he’d feel confident, cocky even, knowing he was bigger and stronger than most of the men here. Yet he couldn’t help but blush and feel incredibly shy as he noticed people looking at him, clearly recognising him for who he was. It was swiftly becoming clear that being a celebrity was something that would take some getting used to. For now he just tried to mind his business and make his way into the locker room.

Upon opening Chris’ locker, Martin found the spare clothes and towel he’d left in there last time he was here. Well at least now he’d have something else to wear after the gym until he got his hands on some more clothes that actually fit around this tank of a body. For now he proceeded to drop off his stuff in the locker and close it up before taking a deep breath and heading towards the sound of clanking weights and grunting men.

Martin looked around the gym at all the various different pieces of equipment. Of course he’d used most of it before and back then he wasn’t worried about making a silly mistake here and there. But now? With the feeling that everyone would be watching? He couldn’t help but let his nerves get the best of him at first, instead opting to start by walking on the step machine for awhile to build himself up. During which he took his sneakers off as it was usually best to do such during leg day. Allowing the pungent scent from his socks and feet to be freed. Even now those socks were wet with sweat and they would only become more so as his session went on.

During this he found himself having a bit of an inner conversation with Chris. The man was telling him to stop complaining and just get the hell on with it. Besides they’d already gone over Chris’ whole leg routine for the day so all Martin had to do was man-up and get it done. He also made a note of saying he wanted it over with as soon as possible as he was already beginning to smell a faint aroma of sweat of which he wasn’t particularly fond of…

Martin took what Chris had said to heart before jumping off the treadmill and making his way over towards the leg extension machine. Come on! He was Chris Bumstead now for crying out loud! He couldn’t let the fear of judgement get in his way. Instead he got himself sat down on the machine after adjusting the weight to the exact amount Chris had suggested. 120KG! Martin hesitated for a second as he’d never been able to do that much weight on a leg extension before but looking down at his gigantic quads gave him all the confidence he needed to give it a shot.

Though the weight was heavy, Martin found himself managing to crank out two full sets without too much issue, pushing his big smelly feet up into view of everyone at the gym with every rep. At which point he decided to up the weight from 120 to 140. After that he was finally starting to feel a burning in his quads but it felt incredible! Like that burning sensation of pushing your muscles to work hard and grow was something this body was truly addicted to and he loved it!

After a couple more sets he found himself satisfied and ready to move onto the next exercise and if memory served then it was over to the hack squat machine. Planting his damp, socked feet on the pad as Martin began his low weight warm up set, he would’ve noticed the few wandering eyes from around the gym if it hadn’t been for Chris already complaining about the smell. Martin was starting to build up a bit of a sweat and nobody was more aware of it than the pair of sentient underwear that had to absorb it. And absorb he did as Martin continued to work up more and more of a sweat once he put some proper weight on the machine. Making sure to go nice and deep with every squat. Beforehand part of him had been dreading the idea of having to workout everyday to maintain this body but now he was here, Martin had no idea why!

“Fuuck I’m so damp…” Chris mumbled in the back of Martin’s mind as the hunk finished up his last set here. “God it fucking smells…” he continued on, referring to Martin’s cock and balls stinking him up as they got sweatier along with the rest of his body. Though just hearing those comments made Martin’s dick twitch. Knowing Chris was being forced to sniff it all up. It was basically the equivalent of if he’d been forced to shove his face into his own crotch and was unable to remove it. It was making Martin so horny but he had to keep his cool for now.

This cycle ends up repeating itself throughout Martin’s entire routine. As with every new exercise Martin would only find himself sweating more and more, leaving a seemingly endless supply of sweat for Chris to unwillingly absorb into his fabric body. After the hack squat he jumped to leg press machine, keeping his feet to the bottom for quad focus upon Chris’ instructions. Though Martin couldn’t help but notice the subtle slurring of Chris’ words as he explained. Yet he continued on, pushing himself further and surprising himself with how good his form was thanks to muscle memory.

Before long Martin was drenched in sweat after completing a few sets of Bulgarian split squats, which were hellish even with his incredible new body. But as he made his way over to a weighted calf raise machine, Martin couldn’t help but notice how quiet Chris was getting. Throughout that entire last exercise, all he heard was “Sooo moist…” along with a couple other murmurs that he couldn’t make out. I seemed like having to absorb all that sweat and musk was having more of an effect on Chris than Martin thought it would…

The hunk didn’t take long with jumping into calf raises, tugging on his large sneakers once again beforehand and entrapping his musky scent inside them once more.

As he did he found himself glancing around the room again. Seeing all these people of different shapes and sizes. And yet… he was biggest. Huge all over with pure muscle that made him look like a beast. He couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of pride in that fact but he tried to stay humble all the same just as the real Chris would. Of course that didn’t stop him checking himself out a little in one of the many wall mirrors after his last exercise before finally heading back to the locker rooms.

He pulls out the bag with the spare clothes from yesterday along with a clean towel before getting undressed. He figured he could probably get a shower at Chris’ place but it was probably better to take care of this workout stench ASAP. Proceeding to wrap the towel around his waist after taking off his possessed underwear and tossing them in his locker for the time being, still slightly concerned about the lack of communication from Chris as he headed towards the showers.

Naturally part of Martin wanted to do a replay of last night where he’d been worshipping himself under the steaming water but he couldn’t even begin to imagine the headlines if people heard him pleasuring himself in a local gym. Nope, now he was a celebrity he had to be more careful about those kinds of things. Which certainly meant he couldn’t go around stealing other men’s sweaty clothes and sniffing them, even if that was how he managed to get this incredible and famous body to begin with.

Thankfully he managed to keep himself under control despite not quite getting used to how erotic it was to wash such a huge muscular body. Martin stepped back into the main locker room with the towel around his waist once again before reaching into his locker and grabbing the clean clothes Chris had brought with him the previous day. There was a clean pair of underwear as well but Martin decided to put on Chris anyway to see if he’d gotten over whatever weird haze he was in earlier. After all, there was still so much he needed to learn about his new life.

Martin locked himself in a changing cubicle, ironically the same one in which his transformation had occurred, and pulled on the underwear first and foremost. Right away he could hear Chris’ voice in his head once more. “Yooouu fuckinn asshole… Give back… my… my… mmmm musk… fuuuuuck…” Chris mumbled. He was slurring his words like hell as if he were drunk out of his mind but at least he was talking again. With a sigh of relief, Martin threw on the rest of his clothes before grabbing his stuff and marching his way out of the locker room. Next stop was his new house so he could start figuring out his new life for real!

———

The next couple days were a headache to say the least. Trying to integrate himself into another man’s life wouldn’t easy for anyone, especially one as famous as Chris Bumstead. It didn’t help that the real Chris was still quite reluctant to help out of spite half the time and Martin usually had to resort to blackmailing him again with the video he’d made.

When he first arrived at Chris’ house it was quite the whirlwind. He had friends and family alike all asking where the hell he’d been prompting him to come up with some elaborate lies as to why he’d gone awol for a day and a half. Not to mention half of them having seen his Instagram story which was a little harder to explain. Guess he hadn’t thought that one through entirely at the time. Regardless, by some miracle, he was able to convince them he was the real Chris. After all its not like anyone could’ve stolen his body because that’d just be insane right? Nonetheless Martin did get a couple comments that he seemed a little… off. Luckily he was able to convince everyone that he was just struggling with some ‘Personal Stuff’ that he wasn’t ready to talk about just yet.

After that he found himself settling into Chris’ life pretty well for time being. He had a decent place for sure. Not too big but still fancy enough that anyone could tell he was well off. Martin had already gotten glimpses of the place before when watching Chris’ YouTube video’s in the past but it certainly looked a little different now. He could only guess that was because it no longer had Chris’ former fiancée’s touch due to Wavell’s reality spell making it so they were never together.

It was then that an amazing idea came to mind. He was single now but the world still thinks Chris is straight so what better way than to introduce his new self to the world than to sign up to a gay dating app! Sure he could try doing some big public announcement and get all the social media praise but that wouldn’t be as fun.

Besides that Martin continues to run his new businesses as well as he can while keeping up with the workout routine Chris had guided him through. Well sort of anyway. It was like every time Martin went to the gym these past few days, Chris was getting more and more drunk on the sweat and musk. Always slurring his words when they communicated and making off hand comments about how he wanted more sweat. How he wanted the smell now rather than rejecting it. Martin even resorted to washing Chris despite the protests in an effort to get him back to normal which didn’t work exactly how he’d planned. If anything it just pissed him off, saying how it felt like he’d been forced to eat soap. Sure it made him a tad more normal for awhile but it didn’t take long for him to start groaning about musk again once Martin continued to wear him.

The hunk knew he should probably stop wearing Chris so often as to preserve his mind but he so often found himself needing to ask questions. Not to mention he couldn’t help the fact that hearing Chris groan about loving his scent turned him on like hell. Even now after nearly a week of his new life he was back at the gym again and wearing his Chris underwear like usual. Just doing what was now supposed to be his normal routine while trying not to get a boner because of how much loved his new self and how much he adored hearing Chris moan.

———

It was chest day for Martin and he was really trying to push his limits with bench pressing to see how far he could go. However, after putting a bunch of weight on the bar, he found himself struggling to push the bar up for his final rep. Arms shaking a little as he started to contemplate shoving the bar off to the side so he doesn’t end up crushing himself. That is until another man walked up and grabbed the bar, helping Martin put it back safely on the rack.

“Hey bro. I know you’re a big dude and you know your shit but you should probably have someone spotting you if you’re gonna press weight like that.” The man said with a smile as he offered a hand to help sit Martin up. As he did, Martin was able to get a better look at this guy. He was pretty huge that was for sure. Thick, powerful muscle that would’ve intimidated the hell out of Martin if it weren’t for the size he’d adopted from Chris. Instead he simply found himself trying to hide his lust for it as he briefly checked out this man’s other features. Cropped strawberry blonde hair paired with a short and well trimmed beard. A sharp, handsome and masculine face fitting for a meathead type of dude with some charm. Not to mention to layer of hair coating those bulbous pecs of his that looked as though they were spilling out of that tank top.

“Oh uhhh yeah of course. Pretty fuckin stupid of me to go that heavy without a partner. Thanks man.” Martin replied, trying not to make it too obvious how badly he wanted to fuck this man right now. More importantly he was trying to remember if Chris had ever mentioned a dude like this. Was he somebody he was supposed to know? A workout buddy of Chris’? Or was he just another dude at the gym? It was questions like this that’d been giving Martin a hard time since taking over Chris’ life.

Before Martin had time to figure it out, the man spoke up again. “Hey, how’s about we finish our routines together. I’m hitting chest as well so we can spot each over yeah?” He suggested cheerfully to which after a moment of thought Martin agreed. “Alright! That’s my man! Now move over so I can get my own bench press in!” He chuckled.

Martin stood over the bench from behind as this strange man heaved the heavy bar up and down. It was impressive to say the least. Sure Martin had just been doing that weight but he had the body of Mr Fuckin Olympia on his side. As he spotted, he tried to question the real Chris on who this man might be but he wasn’t a whole lot of help. He was already part way into his workout so Chris was already getting to that subtle moaning stage where he hardly replied. Despite that he couldn’t help but get a strange feeling that he should know this guy somehow.

The two continued to exercise together, taking turns using machines and spotting each over when using weights.

The pair of them making small talk as they went with Martin still trying to figure out a smart way to ask who the hell this guy was without making it obvious. Though he could swear this dude was flirting with him with all the comments was making about how incredible Martin’s body looked all the time. Some of which Martin couldn’t help but return.

Eventually though, after plenty of hard work and really putting themselves to the test, the two gorgeous hunks found themselves at the end of their shared workout. Sweaty and exhausted yet both loving the pump they’d gotten. Seems this guy was just as addicted to feeling the burn of a good workout as Martin’s new body was.

They headed into the locker room together when suddenly the mystery hunk said something strange. “You still haven’t realised have you? Who I am?” He smirked.

Martin turned with a raised eyebrow. “W-what do you mean?”

The other man took a few steps closer. “I mean it makes sense. After all I certainly didn’t look like this the last time you saw me.” He said while gesturing down at his impressive muscled physique. “I picked a good one, that’s for sure.”

Martin narrowed his eyes a little as he turned to look at the hunk properly again. Scanning over his body once more as the cogs in his brain began to turn. Surely not. It couldn’t be right?! “Who are you?”

“About time you asked! Well right now I’m going by my current body’s first name, Kyle. But you would know me better as the friendly wizard next door, Mr Wavell!” He exclaimed with a joyous grin on his face.

Now it all made sense. That weird feeling he got earlier. How friendly and flirty this guy had been acting with him. It all made sense! This was somehow that crazy magic dude that’d made all this possible in the first place! “Oh wow…” was all he could say initially as he processed it all. “…So this is the new body you and your boyfriend picked out huh?”

“It is indeed my man. This youth and muscle looks fucking incredible on me don’t you think?” Kyle Wavell praised himself as he flexed a little, showing off his goods. “This body makes me feel like such god damn hunk!” He kissed one of his bulging biceps with a cocky grin. “But I’ve got to confess. This isn’t the only new body I took. I may have gotten a little greedy and took two that I can transform between as I please.”

Martin almost couldn’t believe what he was hearing right now. Had it not been for his own situation then he definitely wouldn’t have. “Wait two!? What does the other one look like?”

Wavell wagged a finger and tutted. “Sorry big man, I’ve dubbed today ‘Kyle day’ so I won’t be shifting into my other self as of right now. Sorry to disappoint. But hey maybe next time I see ya I’ll introduce you to my other body who wouldn’t you know it is also called Chris.” He explained, clearly having way too much acting like a meathead today. “But now for the real reason I’m here. I wanted to ask if you’d received any of Chris’ memories yet?”

“Memories? Nope. I’ve just been asking him a ton of questions mainly. Although he hasn’t been as helpful lately. He won’t stop grunting and going on about my smell.”

Wavell grinned as it seemed Martin hadn’t figured out another little aspect of the magic he’d placed on Chris and Martin. “Well faking it might get you through the short term but eventually you’re gonna find yourself tripping up trying to juggle Chris’ life if you don’t have the all memories you need to do so. Luckily for you however, all you need to do is ask.”

“What? What do you mean ask? Like he can just give his memories to me whenever he wants?” Martin questioned.

“I guess you could say that. The way it works is that all you’ve gotta do is ask Chris to give you his memories. If he agrees they’ll automatically be transferred with you. After that you’ll be all set.” The Warlock continued while scratching his beard nonchalantly. “And guessing by what you’ve told me… I’m willing to bet he’s already pretty suggestive.”

Martin glanced down at his crotch. Was it really that easy all along? All he had to do… was ask?

“Well as much as I’d love to stay, chat and suck each over off, I promised Dane I wouldn’t be long. I’m surprised he hasn’t showed up already to see what’s taking me.” Wavell chuckled. “Besides I can already tell you’ve got plenty of other men lined up and ready to suck your cock judging by all the notifications from that dating app you installed.”

“How did you know about that??”

“Magic.” Wavell said as he waved a pair of jazz hands at the clueless sculpture of a man before him. “Anyway I’ve bodies to swap, people to transform and a boyfriend to please so I’ll leave you to it bro. I have every faith that you’ll squeeze those memories out of your friend down there and be living your best life soon enough!” He clasped his hands enthusiastically. “So until me meet again Chris.” He smirked before vanishing before Martin’s eyes in a swift flash of purple smoke, theatrical as always. Hardly giving Martin a chance to say goodbye.

And so the bodybuilder was left on his own once again. Now he knew exactly what he had to do in order to truly make this new life his own. And he was going to take it.

———

The door to Martin’s new place swung open as he got home from a jog back from the gym, already having worked up a decent sweat and for good reason. He didn’t have anything lined up for the rest of the day as far as he could recall which meant he had the place to himself. Perfect.

“So Chris. Not sure if you heard what that crazy magic guy said but I’m gonna need you to give up ownership of your memories!” He proclaimed out loud after tossing his shorts off and across the room. “So you gonna give em to me or what?”

Chris groaned a little as he tried to comprehend Martin’s words. “Mmmm… fuuck… what? Memories?… N-no. They’re mine… you can’t have them.” He just about managed to reply despite his seemingly drunken state.

“Oh yeah? Well let’s see if I can help change that tune of yours. You like feasting on your own sweat don’t ya?” Martin jumped on the treadmill without hesitation, tapping a few buttons before the thing started to move.

“Yes I… No… I don’t absolutely fucking love that sweaty scent. No fuck!…” Chris battled with himself and the new urges that’d been growing inside him over the last few days. Urges that’d becoming increasingly hard to fight against to the point where it was burdening on addiction. But he couldn’t give in! He couldn’t let this imposter win!

Martin soon found himself turning the treadmill up from a jog to a run. Hearing the machine creak slightly under his weight with every step. More and more sweat dripping from every pore. Soaking his tank top and more importantly his underwear more and more with every second. Pushing himself to go for as long and fast as possible. Running until he felt as though he’d just stepped out into heavy rain with how drenched he was. So much so that Chris was becoming overwhelmed by the intensifying smell. More or less shouting internally about how much he fucking loves the smelly scent and that he wants to absorb every last drop of sweat like a mad man.

“Ready to… give up those… memories yet!?” Martin shouted down at the pair of sentient briefs between heavy breathes as he slowed the treadmill down at last. Hoping that the overload of smell and sweat he’d just given the former Mr Olympia had been enough to wear him down.

“Fuck! Fuck! So sweaty! So fucking smelly! Smells soooo good! I-I-” Chris stuttered as he finally processed what he’d been asked again. “I… said no! You can’t have my memories!!” He continued to protest despite it all which came as quite the shock to Martin.

He really though that would do it. Martin started to think that maybe he’d have to give it a few more days. Wait for Chris’ mind to hopefully corrupt a little further until it was more malleable. Maybe then he’ll be able to get the answer he wants. However, just as he was about to give up for now, an idea sprung to mind causing a devilish smirk to spread across Martin’s handsome yet stolen face.

The massive hunk of man hurried his way to the bedroom after kicking off his sneakers and peeling off his shirt. He soon found himself kneeled on his new king sized bed facing the huge bedroom wall mirror that covered the closet. Damn he loved his new place. Almost as much as he loved pleasuring this new body of his. A body didn’t ever plan on losing.

With that Martin sunk a hand down into his briefs, earning a strangely satisfied grunt from Chris as his fabric body was stretched. After which grabbing his already half hard cock and giving it a few strokes. Now usually this would be the point where he pulls down his briefs some more to unleash his cock completely but not this time. No sir. Those briefs stayed right where they were as Martin kept pumping away at his huge manhood despite the constraining fabric.

“H-hey? Mmmm fuck… W-what are you doing!?” Chris panicked a little while battling with his urges, trying hard not to moan out again about how much he adored the scent he was absorbing. Unfortunately for him Martin didn’t answer. He simply continued to jack himself off while glancing at his own reflection in the mirror and talking to himself about how fucking huge and sexy he was and that he’d never go back in a million years.

It wasn’t long before Martin’s fat cock started to leak precum and, just like all the sweat so far, Chris was forced to drink it up and taste his former body’s pre. He tried to ignore how good it tasted at first but it was impossible. It was even better than all the sweat he’d been guzzling so far. So sweet but salty at the same time, yet so so addictive. He wanted more. No he needed more! It wasn’t long before he was begging for more precum to spread inside even more so than getting more sweat.

“Yeah you want it? You want my cum? Well I can give you a whole fucking load if you want!” Martin promised, continuing to jerk with vigour.

“Yes! Yes please give it to me! I need it so badly! I need to taste it!” Chris begged in a frenzy. God if only his former self could’ve seen him now. Trapped as a pair of briefs and begging to be cum inside. “Please just blow your load in me!”

That was it. Martin he had him at last. He kept pumping for a few more minutes and letting Chris soak up as much precum as possible before finally answering again. “Alright I’ll give it to you. But only on one condition. Give me those fucking memories!!” He demanded.

Chris was silent for moment. It was clear that he was battling against himself right now. He wanted so badly to say no but he just as badly wanted to have that load. It was tearing him apart! So much so that he ended up shouting out an answer on impulse. “Yes! Fine! Take them! Have my memories! I don’t care just blow your looooaaaaadddddd…” Chris trailed off as suddenly the very memories he’d just given up started getting sucked out right out of his mind in one of the most pleasurable sensations he’d every experienced.

“Holy fuuuuuuucckkkk!!!” Martin bellowed out as an entire life began pouring itself inside his head. Core memory after memory showing up in his mind one after the other as if he actually experienced them. All of Chris Bumstead adventures, experiences, ideas and skills swiftly becoming his. An entire identity all being transferring in one go, instantly skyrocketing to the number one most bizarre thing Martin had ever felt and probably ever will feel. Quite literally having a life flash before his eyes.

Before he knew it the sheer intensity of the transfer caused Martin to bust one of the biggest loads of his life, soaking the underwear even more so than it already was with his thick virile seed. Some managed to push through the fabric and drip onto the bed sheets but most of it was absorbed rather quickly for… obvious reasons.

“Yessssss… cummmm! I love cum! Cum and sweat! Soooo delicious…” The original Chris mumbled mindlessly. With all his memories drained he hardly even knew who he was anymore. Now he was nothing more than a piece of horny sentient fabric with a one track mind.

Gently Martin slipped off the underwear, dropping it on the floor in a messy pile so he didn’t have to hear those horny moans any longer. Instead he took a step towards the mirror and looked at his reflection again. Before he’d always felt like an outsider. And Imposter parading around in someone else’s skin. But now? He was the real deal. That man staring back at him in the mirror. It wasn’t some other dude who’s body he’d stolen. It was him! He was Chris Bumstead now! And nothing was every going to change that!

“And I’ll be a better version of Chris than you ever were.” He muttered, looking back at the discarded cum filled underwear on the floor before turning back to the mirror and kissing his reflection. God he fucking loved himself. And he was gonna love his new life even more!

With that the new Chris made his was to the bathroom so he could wash up and get all this strong manly stench washed away for the time being. After all he was planning on meeting a guy tonight and he wanted to make a good first impression. It was time to reveal to the world the new and improved, very gay Chris Bumstead.

Epilogue coming soon…

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yoshirage · 4 months ago

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Looking for a story where its about a normal guy who got transformed into chris Bumstead and Chris Bumstead turned into his underwear. I remember @immortalmrwavell ‘s character was in it but i dont think he’s the one that wrote it. I think there are two parts to the story, but i dont remember the title of the story.

#body swap #looking for story

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yoshirage · 6 months ago

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From KorKor to GongGong.

JunHao couldn’t believe how far he’d fallen. Once, he had everything—a loving girlfriend, a thriving business, and a body that turned heads everywhere he went. Now, all of that was gone. The debt he owed the Chinese mafia hadn’t just taken his money or his livelihood. They had taken him.

It all started years ago when his business began to crumble. Desperate to stay afloat, he’d taken a loan from the wrong people. Rumors of the Chinese mafia’s brutal, unorthodox debt collection methods had been whispered around town, but JunHao never imagined he’d become one of their victims.

At 35, JunHao had been the epitome of masculinity. Years of waking up at dawn to lift weights in his makeshift gym-esque courtyar had sculpted his body into a oriental masterpiece. His biceps, thick and powerful, could split the sleeves of any shirt. His abs, chiseled and defined, were a testament to his discipline. And his manhood—well, his girlfriend used to blush just thinking about it. JunHao was proud of his natural endowment, which had always made him feel invincible, as if he were destined for greatness.

But that was before. Now, at 70 years old and trapped in a frail, withered body, he was a shadow of his former self.

Determined to confront the man who had taken everything from him, JunHao arrived at Mr. Chen’s opulent mansion. The doors were opened by two towering young men, their muscles bulging against their tailored suits. Their chiseled jaws and cocky smiles hinted at their borrowed origins. JunHao knew these weren’t their real bodies—probably stolen from aspiring athletes or struggling gym rats who couldn’t pay their dues.

The guards dragged JunHao through the mansion’s marble hallways, past walls adorned with priceless artwork. The air was thick with the scent of testosterone and power. Finally, they arrived at the courtyard.

And there he was—JunHao's old body, lounging in a hot tub like a god.

Mr. Chen, now inhabiting JunHao's former body, looked like a vision of strength and virility. His light, sculpted chest glistened with water, the ridges of his abs catching the sunlight. He grabbed his growing cock and let out a sexy, alpha groan. A black necklace with the Chinese Mafia's logo now rested against his broad chest. He oozed confidence, his powerful legs stretched out lazily as if he owned the world.

When he saw JunHao, his lips curled into a smug smile. “JunHao!” he boomed, his voice deep and commanding—JunHao's voice. “Come to admire your handiwork?”

JunHao's heart twisted in his chest. Hearing his voice come from someone else, especially someone who was desecrating everything he’d worked for, was unbearable.

Mr. Chen stood, water cascading down his muscular frame. He flexed his biceps, their size seemingly even more pronounced than when JunHao had owned them. “This body,” Mr. Chen said, running his hands over his chest and abs, “is a masterpiece. A gift from you to me.”

He laughed, grabbing his stiffening crotch with an audacious smirk. “And this? This is a real treasure. Your little secret, huh? What they say about Chinese people, isn't true apparently. Don’t worry, I’m putting it to good use now. Let’s just say it’s… thriving in the right hands.”

JunHao's face burned with shame. He’d always been proud of his virility, his ability to satisfy his girlfriend and leave her breathless. Now, Mr. Chen was flaunting it like a trophy, using it in ways that made JunHao's stomach churn.

Mr. Chen stepped out of the hot tub, water dripping down his thick thighs. “You know, JunHao, I’ve never felt more alive. This body—it’s a machine. The stamina, the strength… And let’s not even get started on the bedroom. Let’s just say the boys can’t get enough.”

He flexed again, this time making a show of clenching his pecs. “I don’t know how you kept this gem hidden for so long. If I’d known what you were packing, I’d have taken it sooner.”

JunHao couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped to his knees, his frail body trembling. “Please,” he begged. “I want my body back. I’ll do anything.”

Mr. Chen chuckled, the sound rich and mocking. “Anything, you say?” He gestured for one of his guards to get him another bottle of beer. Taking a long sip, he let some spill down his chest, then wiped it off with a slow, deliberate motion. “You couldn’t handle this body anymore, old man. Look at you—pathetic.”

He stepped closer, towering over JunHao. “But I’ll tell you what,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a new body—not this one, of course. This beauty is staying right where it is. But I can get you something… better than the sack of bones you’re in now. A younger body. Maybe even a little attractive.”

JunHao's heart leapt. “You’d do that?”

“Sure,” Mr. Chen said with a grin taking of his sunglasses seductively. “On one condition.”

JunHao's hope faltered. “What condition?”

“You’ll become my personal servant,” Mr. Chen said, leaning in close. “Every day, you’ll oil this body, shave this chest, and make sure it looks its best. You will also be my own personal cum dump. You should know how virile I am now and my precious liquids aren't to be just spilled on the ground. You’ll clean my mansion, pour my drinks, and watch as I live the life you gave up. And maybe—maybe—I’ll consider giving you a slightly better body in return. A body that will please my sexual needs more.”

JunHao's stomach kept being churned. The thought of serving Mr. Chen, of watching him flaunt what was once his, let alone serving and pleasuring a body that was once his, was unbearable. Yet what choice did he have? To live the rest of his days as an old, broken man was equally unthinkable.

“So,” Mr. Chen said, flexing his biceps one more time for emphasis. “What’s it gonna be, JunHao? Serve me, or rot in that pathetic shell of yours?”

JunHao looked up at his former body, now radiating power and confidence, and felt his world closing in.

"Okay."

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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Classic Costume Party

You've all seen it before right? I mean it's common place at this point. Everyone has that one friend every year who throws that Magical Costume party every Halloween, where people who go there turn into exaggerated versions of their costume.

What? You haven't been to one? Well then I guess it's your lucky day! You can be my plus one. But since it's your first time let me give you a run down on my friends. You wouldn't want to wear the same outfit as them after all. I'll give you the who's who of costumes and maybe it'll give you some inspiration.

Antonio is going as the classic sexy firefighter!

He spends all his days filing insurance claims. I'm sure for him this is some sort of reverse life fantasy. Either way he certainly makes an entrance every time he sets foot inside the party. And after the party... well let's just say the guests will be begging to rip that costume off by the end of the night. I think it's a tie between who likes his new 6 pack more, the guests or himself! The lucky pair of people he'll bring back will certainly have a memorable experience. Especially if they're a fan of Joe Manganiello.

Antonio used to just bring back a handsome guy or a flirtatious girl, but he seems to get more amped for pleasure each Halloween, so I guess I can't blame the guy for finding double the pleasure with double the fun. And I won't lie... I may have been one of those lucky guys I mentioned before. Our friend group has a motto. What Happens on Halloween, stays in Halloween.

Huh? What was that? Oh Antonio? No he's not the one responsible for changing people at the Halloween Party.

Next up is Bailey! Who could forget her. She's our resident comic book nerd. She keeps talking about making a video channel dissecting the nuances of modern superhero media, but she never gets around to it.

That being said, I'm sure you can get what her costume inspired by. Every year Bailey takes a female super hero and puts a male twist on it. I've got to say, the girl has a knack for costume design. She made it herself! Anyway her rendition of WonderMAN this year is clearly gonna be a hit. She even made her own LED light lasso for effect.

Bailey has always been a fan of the male form. Her Black Widow costume last year was even more popular if you can believe. That being said, try to stay on her good side. I'm not sure if it's the costumes giving her powers... or the self defense class she took last spring, but she's like really strong.

I told a few guys that before the party and... well they were even more into her. Just be careful ok? She's as powerful as she is crafty.

Huh? Oh no. Bailey is a nerd, but not nerdy enough to change us at the party.

Anyway next up is Carlos! Surprisingly he's going as a football player. The guy knows next to nothing about sports, but he has a thing for men in sports uniform.

Though for him, I think that's just the half of it. He could tell you the exact measurements of the guys feet and dick, but he probably wouldn't know what team the guy played for despite it being written on the jersey... Not that he keeps that on for long.

Here's a picture of him at the last party.

Yeah that's right. Wearing the same outfit as last year. How tacky. But again, can't blame him. The guy is a mousy 5'0 on most days and quite hairy. So gaining a foot and half in height and becoming a smooth pro athlete like Rob Gronkowski is like a dream come true. As soon as he changes he ditches the jersey and flexes his large 6'6 frame. He stomps around in his size 16 feet and parties like no tomorrow!

I don't have the heart to tell him that Gronk is a retired athlete now so the costume makes a little less sense, but hey, the guy seems to love it. Who am I to take it away from him?

Alright. You must be thinking, surely this guy is responsible for the changes... no it's not him. Though he thanks me for it every year.

Yeah that's right. It's me.

Like my Ken costume? Haha I really liked the Barbie movie and wanted to stand out this year. Nice to meet you, I'm Denny. By day an average guy who discovered he could use magic on Halloween! By night well, I'm a whoever I want to be.

I've tried on countless bodies over the years and every year I happen to make a new friend to invite to my costume parties. So how about it, doing anything tonight? No? That's great! One last question.

What's your costume gonna be?

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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Swap Short, The Game

“Dad, you killed it tonight,” I say whispering quietly into his ear. He looked over at me with a big grin and it’s still so strange seeing someone else controlling my body. Especially knowing it’s my father. Right before the game I made a last minute decision to swap bodies with him after he told me that he missed playing football. What shocked me was just good he played. I’ve never played like that in my life!

After we took a couple of pictures he pulled me aside and said, “thanks again for letting me relive all of that again. I haven’t had the at much fun in years!”

“Well, I was gonna ask if you could switch for our next game. We have our regionals and you played so well.”

“Really???”

“Yeah dad!”

“Oh man! Okay, now I’m excited!”

A couple of my teammates come up and ask my dad if he’s going out afterwards. Dad looks at me like I’m the parent, well I guess I technically am right now…

“Sure go have fun!” I tell him. Dad runs off with my friends and I can’t help but chuckle.

I guess I’ll be home alone inside dad’s bod for the night.

I look down at father’s manly bod and felt excitement rush through me. Maybe I can have with his body too…

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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The Best Punishment

“Mmmm fuck yeahh. Lookin goooood.” Wavell mumbled to himself while admiring his powerful physique in the gym mirrors that were practically on every wall. “Nothing better than a good pump.” He added he tensed one of his arms, veins bulging as he felt the blood pumping through them after the intense session he’d just had. Arm day. One of his favourites. Especially when he was in this form.

His boyfriend soon came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Wavell’s waist from behind and smirking next to his ear. “Ready to hit the showers yet babe?” Dane asked, trying to hide his mischievous tone. His hands slowly rose up from Wavell’s waist as they traced over his wide lats before curving around and finally settling on the hunk’s hefty pecs. How was he supposed to resist? “I’ll help you wash all that sweat off your thick chest. How’s that sound?” He proposed while giving those hairy watermelons a squeeze through Wavell’s tight tank top.

Wavell smirked as he slowly turned around to face nis boyfriend. A man equally as hunky as himself with dazzling eyes and a pearly white grin that never ceased to brighten Wavell’s mood.

“You go ahead.” Wavell insisted. “I’ve got one last exercise I wanna finish first.” He added innocently. Dane could of course see through it though. Even just by the glint in Wavell’s eyes. But he didn’t question it. He’d probably find out what his boyfriend was scheming about soon enough. After a quick kiss, the blonde hunk watched as Dane strode towards the locker rooms. As soon as his boyfriend was out of sight however, Wavell turned his attention to a group of jocks on the other side of the gym.

There were four of them. All young men in their mid twenties by the looks of it and each one of them was shredded with muscle. They all wore similar gym clothes consisting of either tank tops or compression shirts as well as most of them wearing somewhat baggy sweatpants. Each one wearing a backwards cap that covered their shortly cropped hair. At a glance Wavell could immediately tell they were the straight gym bro types and, judging by the way he’d heard them speak, they likely weren’t very bright either. They all had that very dumb meathead look about them. Well, except one of them. The biggest one of the four with dark ginger hair. He was also the only one wearing shorts out of the group, seemingly quite proud of his large muscular legs. Wavell had to admit he seemed a bit more intelligent than the rest. That coupled with him being the swolest was probably why the others seemed to follow his lead like he was the top dog or something.

But that alone wasn’t the only reason Wavell was intrigued by them. What had really caught his attention was how they’d been tormenting this other guy at the gym who was much smaller and nerdy looking compared to them. It was subtle of course as they likely didn’t want to be kicked out but Wavell could see it. They way they’d constantly look over at him and start sniggering whenever he did an exercise. Frequently coming up to him and asking how many sets he had left in an intentionally intimidating manner. Just generally being assholes to this guy for seemingly no reason other than to be douchebags.

Wavell cracked his knuckles, his eyes glowing purple for a second as he looked between the jocks and the smaller guy they’d more or less been bullying. This was gonna be fun.

“Oi Fellas! What’s going on!” Wavell shouted as he made his way across the gym towards the group of meatheads. All of them turned and looked at him with a confused and slightly annoyed look. “I’ve seen what you’ve been doing to that other lad over there bro.” He stated with a rather low and confrontational tone to his voice

Of course the red headed one speaks up first. “I don’t know what you’re talkin about dude. We ain’t done shit.” He spat while puffing out his chest a little in a display of arrogant masculinity.

“Really? So you haven’t been laughing at him or trying to intimidate him at all? You haven’t been muttering amongst yourselves behind his back?” Wavell retorted. “I’ve been watching you from across the room being assholes so why don’t you just own up to it?”

The ring leader took a few steps closer to Wavell until the two were mere inches apart. “I don’t know what to tell you bro. We. Haven’t. Done. Anything. To that little shit stain. Okay?” He insisted with a pompous attitude. “But if you love that little gay boy so much then why don’t you fuck him?” A shit eating grin spread across the jock’s face as his buddies behind him began laughing.

Judging by that comment alone Wavell deduced that these assholes had a deeper connection to the smaller dude they’ve been bullying than he initially thought. One look inside the mind of the ‘alpha’ in front of him confirmed as much. His name was Zach and his buddies behind him were Cole, Josh and Sam. They went to the same high school where they all played on the same football team and have been bros ever since. And as it happened the guy they’d been bullying, whose name was Kevin, also went to the same school as them and had been a frequent victim of their bullying back then. Now it seemed they were reliving those old times a little by picking on Kevin again years later now that the latter had signed up to the local gym.

Wavell smirked after having sifted through Zach’s memories and thoughts some more, now knowing everything he needed to know about this so-called straight alpha bro to punish him in the most fitting way possible. But before that he’d need one more person to come over and join them.

“Kevin is it? Could you come over here?” Wavell asked the small nerdy looking guy sitting on a bench not too far away. He’d been trying to avoid eye contact with the situation despite knowing they were talking about him but he couldn’t help being a little shocked that this stranger knew his name. However, as Wavell’s eyes glowed purple, he found himself complying almost immediately and making his way over to the group of hunks.

Wavell nodded. “Now. I want all of you to apologise to him. Or else.”

“Or else what?” Zach scoffed as turned back to look at his bros with an amused look on his face before turning back to face Wavell. “Who the hell do you think you are dude?” The jock turned to Kevin who shuffled in place awkwardly. “Oh. Sorry little baby. Did us being real men hurt your feelings? Bwhahaha!” Like clockwork the rest of the meatheads behind Zach followed his lead, laughing at and mocking Kevin.

Wavell licked his lips. “You know, even if you had apologised to him properly, sorry wouldn’t have been enough to satisfy me anyways.” A wicked grin emerged across his face. Naturally this left all of them looking rather confused and slightly concerned as to what he was implying. Zach even balled up one of his fists in case this stranger was about to try and throw hands with him. Little did they know the fate he truly had in store for them.

In an instant Wavell let out an invisible pulse of magical energy that spread across the entire gym, making everyone else around them in the building become completely oblivious to the group. Now the real fun could begin. Wavell took a step back before outstretching an arm towards Zach and his bros. A purple aura emanated from Wavell’s hand and before the jocks could even comprehend what was happening, their bodies became surrounded in the same aura.

“H-hey! What the fuck!? I can’t move!” One the three behind Zach shouted.

“Me neither bro!” Another added seconds later.

All four men were stuck in place. No matter how much they struggled, none of them could move a single muscle. Completely paralysed by Wavell’s power. All the while Kevin simply stood to the side, watching on in disbelief at what he was seeing but for some reason finding himself not wanting to run away. Instead feeling oddly… safe.

“Now. Cole, Josh and Sam. Start making out.” Wavell commanded.

“What?! We’re not fucking ga-mmmphh.” Josh cut himself off as suddenly he found himself smashing his lips against Cole’s. Their bodies moved on their own as they were forced to press their muscular frames up against one another and start grinding on each other like horny beasts as they took turns pressing their lips together.

Zach could only watch in horror as his straight bros were helplessly swapping spit. Being forced to endure the entire scene by Wavell as Sam grabbed Josh’s ass while Cole began lifting up Sam’s tank top and licking his nipples. On the inside all three men were screaming and cursing for it to stop as each of them began involuntarily getting hard ons which were painfully visible through their sweatpants.

Kevin on the other hand was completely mesmerised by the scene in front of him. So much so that he couldn’t help getting a boner himself. His little 3.5 incher getting so hard at the sight of his bullies getting it on.

“Okay okay that’s enough.” Wavell chuckled as finally the jocks were allowed to pull away from one another after what felt like hours of kissing to them. “Time to stop messing around and get on with the real show.” He claimed while turning his gaze towards Kevin. “You wanna be big right? Big like them?” He asked to which Kevin gave a quick nod in response. “Good.”

Wavell flicked his wrist and suddenly all four jocks began making their way over towards Kevin. At first the smaller man looked worried but Wavell gave him a reassuring look that strangely calmed him right down. Once they all stood in front of Kevin, they each stretched out an arm towards the skinny nerd they’d been teasing before, as if looking for a handshake.

“All you’ve got to do is offer your hand to them Kevin. I’ll take care of the rest.” Wavell encouraged. “Trust me. You’re going to love this.”

With a gulp Kevin did as Wavell said and reached one of his hands out towards the meatheads before him. Before he even had a chance to choose which hand to grab however, all four men swiftly latched onto him at once. Taking his hand and arm and gripping it tightly. Nobody knew what was going on as the jocks glanced back and forth at one another, unable to speak or protest. Nobody except Wavell, that is, who didn’t waste any more time before snapping his fingers…

Suddenly the jocks began to feel… strange. A warm feeling began to grow within them. An oddly pleasant feeling that quickly flooded their entire beings. In the process this warmth began lighting up their pleasure centres to no end causing them to let out a unified groan of pleasure much to Kevin’s confusion. The feeling was intense. Making each one of them begin to feel weak in the knees. So intense in fact that they didn’t even notice that very same warmth cascading down their arms and towards Kevin.

Moments later Kevin would let out a gasp as the warmth that was consuming the jocks began flowing into him almost like an electrical current conducting its way through his body. Immediately Kevin began to feel the same pleasure that his tormentors were feeling… but that wasn’t all.

Energy from the four jocks continued to flow into his body and as it did, his clothes started to feel tighter. It was barely noticeable at first but with every second that passed it became more obvious. Kevin was getting bigger! Gradually his practically non-existent muscles began to inflate. His lanky arms starting to look more toned. His skinny legs beginning to fill out his shorts a little. Even his back started to look a little wider while his formerly flat chest started to take on some definition.

*”Uuuggghh… Mmmppphhfff… ffuuuuuckkkk… W-what’s happening to meeeeee…” Kevin groaned, his voice already starting to sound deeper as he did. More and more power flooding every inch of his body. Filling him up completely and blowing him up bigger and bigger. And it wasn’t just his muscle either! He was getting taller! Before he stood at around 5’7, always having to look up at Zach and his bros, but now he was almost eye level with them!? He had to be about 5’11 now at least!

“Rruuaaaahhh! Bigger! Bigggggeeerrrrrrr!” Kevin roared!

And that’s exactly what happened as his arms continued to inflate to monstrous proportions that Kevin before could’ve only dreamed of as they ripped away at his puny shirt from before. His hands even growing large and meaty to match. Not stopping until he had arms capable of lifting almost any weight in the gym. Biceps and triceps that bulged with such insane strength and mass even when they weren’t flexed. By this point they were even more impressive than Zach’s as powerful veins bulged across Kevin’s thick forearms and over his enormous new biceps.

But that wasn’t all as his pecs ballooned to massive proportions, growing into thick shelves of muscle that sat firmly on his chest, only further accentuated by the growing width of his back and lats. All the while his shoulders bulged to the size of bowling balls causing his upper body to look even more massive! while his neck continued to thicken. Even abs made themselves clear on Kevin’s stomach soon enough

Of course it wasn’t just his upper body that was hulking out though. His legs had been packing on some more insane mass as well! Before long his thighs reached a size so colossal that his shirts just couldn’t handle it anymore as they tore away under the pressure of his giant quads and hams as they bulked bigger and stronger. Strong enough to crush a melon with ease. Even his calves grew significantly in the process. Kevin even let out a sigh of relief as his shoes finally exploded, freeing his feet that’d been growing meatier by the second as they’d seemingly tripled in size. But that wasn’t all as the small butt that Kevin used to own bubbled out into a huge muscle ass that filled out his underwear perfectly.

At last the growth came to an end as the last of the heat from the jocks finished flowing into Kevin. His transformation was complete. And he was HUGE. Kevin looked like an absolute muscle bull that’d dedicated his life to the gym. Now standing at an impressive 6’2 with the physique of a Greek god! Muscles bulging from every direction as he now towered over his former bully’s. All of whom now looked noticeably smaller. And it wasn’t just because Kevin was so huge now. No, it was more than that. Their clothes looked baggier than before and their muscles looked less defined. They weren’t tiny by any means but they certainly didn’t seem as jacked either…

“How do you feel Kevin? Like a fucking hunk I bet!” Wavell laughed.

Kevin grinned as he turned towards the mirror next to them and flexed one of his monstrous biceps in disbelief. Seeing the muscle peak under his control. Not quite believing that the reflection staring back at him was his own. Of course it was still his face, albeit slightly more handsome than before, but the body almost didn’t seem real. But it was. And that only became more evident the more he flexed and propped at himself.

“I feel…” Kevin stopped short for a moment as he tried to gather his thoughts while groping at his own pecs. “I feel… FUCKING INCREDIBLE!” he shouted at last. “I’m fucking massive! I’m a stud! I’m a… a jock…” his cock twitched a little at that last word. Jock. He actually looked like a total jock. And a huge one at that! As much as Zach and his friends had bullied Kevin throughout his life, part of him had always fantasied about being a jock like them. And now he was! “I’M A FUCKING JOCK!”

“You absolutely are bro. A hulking jock.” Wavell agreed, adoring the sight of this former twinky nerd admiring his bulky new body. “All I did was take a fraction of muscle mass and height from each of those douchebags and had it transferred over to you.” Wavell explained.

The warlock looked over to the group of now slightly smaller looking jocks meatheads and sighed. “Alright, you three and can go now.” He waved his hand and suddenly the purple aura surrounding Josh, Cole and Sam dissipated, allowing them to move again at last. Naturally they didn’t waste any time getting the hell out of there, practically scrambling towards the exit in an almost cartoonish fashion out of fear of what might happen to them if they stay. Wavell couldn’t help chuckling a little while Kevin couldn’t care less with how infatuated he was with his own reflection.

“And as for you…” Wavell stepped over towards the remaining bully. The leader of the group. Zach. “We’re going to have just a little more fun.” He whispered, causing Zach to sweat a little. Without warning, Wavell reached his hand around and pulled the front of Zach’s shorts down along with his underwear, revealing his cock. “Damn bro! Not bad at all!” The warlock guffawed. “A hefty set of balls you’ve got here. And a nice fat cock to go with em too. Now let’s just see what it looks like at full mast…” Wavell gripped Zach’s dick tightly and immediately it started to get hard. Zach tried his best to resist but even a straight man was powerless to Wavell’s touch. In seconds he was hard as a rock whether he liked it or not. “Mmmmm… a beautiful seven and a half inches by the looks of it.” Wavell hummed. “What about you Kevin? What’re you packing?”

The huge Adonis of a man blushed slightly. “I uhmm…” He was a little embarrassed to say but he couldn’t help answering the warlock. “I’m… t-three inches hard.” He muttered. Despite all the insane muscle he’d acquired, it seemed by the tiny bulge in his underwear that his dick hadn’t grown along with it.

“Well that won’t do. A massive hunk like yourself deserves a massive cock to go with it all am I right? What do you say bro? Wanna bag yourself a fat seven and a half incher?” Wavell grinned as he gripped and shook Zach's cock like some kind of prize.

Kevin looked down at his crotch and then over at Zach’s heavy package. It wasn’t even a question. “Yes! Gimme that big dick!” He shouted enthusiastically.

Wavell felt Zach’s heartbeat skyrocket. “Oh? You got something to say Zach?” He asked while loosening his hold enough so that Zach could speak again.

“N-n-no! Please! I’m sorry! Don’t take my cock! Anything but that! I’m sorry!” Zach pleaded desperately.

Wavell pursed his lips as he tilted his head side to side. “Hmmmmm… I suppose that apology did sound a little more sincere than the last one…” He pretended to think about it for what felt like an excruciatingly long time. “Buuuuuut unfortunately for you… I don’t care.” He shrugged with a fake smile. “You ready Kevin?”

“NO! NO! PLEASE! NOT MY COOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh” Zach’s final plea quickly faded out into a long moan as Wavell set his magic into action. A glow began surrounding both men’s crotches as their cocks became linked. That’s when it began. Zach’s dick began to shrink at a rapid pace. Going down inch by inch as it became tinier and skinnier all while his balls got lighter and smaller. Kevin’s cock on the other hand grew exponentially. Instantly getting hard as it expanded. Lengthening. Thickening. His balls dropped with a newfound heft to them as they heaved full of potent jock sperm. And as his cock grew girthier, it even developed the very same subtle bend that Zach’s once had until finally Kevin had a cock identical to what Kevin once had bulging in his underwear.

“Aaannnnnnd just a little extra for good measure I’d say.” Wavell added. Upon saying so Zach’s cock shrunk even further down to a measly two inches as Kevin’s juicy dick pushed itself to an even more intimidating eight and a half.

“Fuuuuck yesssss broooooo!” Kevin moaned as he groped his new cock through his briefs, even starting to sound like a jock now. There was a newfound confidence surging through him now. His giant body was one thing but this cock as well made him feel invincible! Like he was the ultimate man! Massive in absolutely every way.

Zach was speechless. Simply looking down at his new dick in both horror and shame. “N-no… no chick is even gonna feel that…” he muttered to himself, thinking of how he was ever gonna fuck a girl again with this tiny cock.

“Oh don’t worry Zach. You’re not gonna be worrying about girls soon enough.” Wavell claimed maliciously. “But first lets beef this body of yours back up a little shall we?” He cooed. In an instant Zach’s body started to inflate once again. Ignoring that first comment Wavell made, part of Zach wanted to be relieved knowing that he’d be getting his lost muscle back. But that’s when he realised he wasn’t bulking up with more muscle. He was bulking up with fat! “Yeahhhhhh! Let’s get you nice and thick!” Wavell shouted.

Zach’s arms grew slightly while becoming less defined due to the fat. His chest also puffed out a little slightly and where his abs once were now sat a small belly. But overall his upper body stayed pretty tame. It was his lower body that really thickened out. His legs for example grew huge with new fat layering on top of the muscle. But what grew the most was his ass. Before it’d been one rather average. Zach had never really trained glutes that much since he, like a lot of straight jocks, thought that it was gay to train glutes. But now his backside was ballooning to life! His ass cheeks growing fatter and bubblier by the second until he adorned the fattest, most colossal bubble ass in the entire gym!

“P-please… no more…” Zach begged, now completely broken.

Wavell stood infront of Zach, now a broken man. But he wasn’t done. Without warning, Wavell grabbed the sides of Zach’s head aggressively and began surging his magic into Zach’s mind. The first thing Wavell did was flush out any trace of Zach’s heterosexuality, erasing it clean from the jock’s mind. He was swift to replace it with an enormous amount of homosexuality instead. Flooding Zach’s brain with gay thoughts of men to the point where he wouldn’t even be able to glance at a male figure without getting horny. But not just that, Wavell also removed most of Zach’s free will and replaced it with a much more subservient nature.

“Aaannnnd one final touch.” Wavell murmured as he reached around and stuffed a hand down the back of Zach’s shorts and used a little magic to make his hole perfectly tight yet also eager for cock. “Perfect.” Wavell said as he stood back and admired his handiwork. Seeing the dumb grin he now had on his face.

“Jesus… what did you do to him?” Kevin asked curiously. Confused as to why, despite everything that'd happened, Zach looked weirdly content.

“You’ll see.” Wavell smirked. Then without hesitation he gave Zach a slap across the face. “Get on your knees bitch!” He commanded. “Do what your master tells you to do like a good slut!” He barked at the once cocky jock. And in an instant Zach dropped to his knees, doing exactly as he was told. “Good. Now worship my legs.” The command rang through Zach’s mind and right away he began kissing and massaging Wavell’s thick calves and thighs like a helpless servant.

“Holy fuck…” was all Kevin could say as he looked on.

Moments later Wavell grabbed Zach by his hair and pulled him back up. “Alright that’s enough you little whore.” He said before turning and pointing at Kevin. “You see that massive ducking stud there. He’s your master now. You will do everything he tells you to do without question. Got it?”

Zach nodded swiftly as his gaze turned to Kevin. Looking up and down at the man like he was a god. And to Zach, that’s exactly what he was now.

“There you go bro. All yours.” Wavell gave Zach’s huge new ass a heavy slap as he sent him over to Kevin. “Now he’ll be or do whatever you want him to.”

Naturally Kevin had to play around with this a little. Wanting to test out the newfound power he had over his former bully, he commanded him to do a plethora of things. One of which being to worship Kevin’s new body. He still couldn’t get enough of how fucking massive he was now. Absolute fucking muscle bull. So when Zach started admiring his biceps, kissing and squeezing them, Kevin couldn’t help losing himself in the power. Allowing himself to slip further into a more dominant alpha male attitude much to Wavell’s delight. He couldn’t help it. This giant body and dick and allowed him to feel a level of confidence and downright superiority he never imagined he’d experience. And yet here he was. Forcing Zach to squeeze his pecs and squashing his former bully’s face into his fat new bulge and forcing him to sniff and lick at it through his underwear.

“Now get on the floor and show off that fat fucking ass for me!” Kevin commanded and Zach did exactly that. Getting down as quickly as possible and arching his back as he shoved his big bubble butt up in the air.

“Gooooooood.” Kevin grumbled as he pushed down his briefs at last, freeing his eight and a half incher. He got down on the floor behind Zach and with a lick of his lips, he stuffed his face between those giant ass cheeks, causing the slutty jock to moan in ecstasy. He kept his face pressed in there for a good minute or two before finally deciding to grab the waistband of Zach’s shorts and tugging them down just enough to free that enormous ass.

Wavell watched on with a smug look on his face as he admired the scene before him. The scene that he’d created. Groping at his own crotch while watching Kevin stick his tongue inside Zach’s hungry hole much to the latter’s delight. And it was even more amusing to him to be able to look around at the gym to see all the other gym goers be oblivious to the lewd scene happening right before their eyes. But unfortunately he couldn’t stick around. Dane was probably wondering what the hell was taking him so long. He was just about to say his farewell and leave the two men to it… until a fun little idea crossed his mind.

“Hey you two. You look like you’re both having fun but my boyfriend is waiting for me in the showers. You wanna come join us?” Wavell wiggled his eyebrows a little and the mischievous grin on Kevin’s face was all the answer he needed.

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Back in the changing rooms, Dane was already under the shower rinsing off. He’d been waiting ages for Wavell to join and just as he was about to get out and go look for his boyfriend, a familiar pair of muscular arms wrapped around him from behind.

“Finally. You took your sweet time.” Dane commented as he glanced over his shoulder to see Wavell’s gorgeous face smiling back at him innocently. “So what it is you were really doing out there.” He asked with a raised eyebrow,

“Can’t get anything past you can I?” Wavell planted a kiss on the back of Dane’s neck. “Well I might’ve had a little fun punishing a few assholes and rewarding a lucky guy.”

Dane rolled his eyes with a chuckle. He knew Wavell couldn’t help himself. “So what did they think of whatever fun changes you made to them?” He questioned

“Ask em yourself.”

Immediately on cue, Both Kevin and Zach join the couple in the shower. Dane turned to see the men. One with a fat ass looking dazed and horny while the other one was an absolute tank of muscle looking down on them with a cocky smirk. Dane didn’t know which one was turning him on more!

“Fucking hell babe…” was all Dane could say as he looked between his boyfriends most recent subjects. And before long all four horny men were going at it under the hot steaming water of the showers. Flip fucking each other endlessly as they jumped between partners until everyone’s holes had been fucked and their cum practically painted the walls. And judging by the dumb slutty look on Zach’s face by the end of it all, Wavell had to say he probably gave the former douchebag turned gay whore the best punishment possible.

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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Mike Thurston

Mike:"Hi, Cobra. I'm Mike Thurston. Your gym instructor. I understand it's your very first time in the gym, am I right?"

Cobra:"Hey, Nice to meet you. Not really a first time, but I was never consistent with my routine."

Mike:"I can see that. Let's get to it to change that, ok? The locker room is on the other side of the gym. We're the first ones here today and probably will be until 8 so at least we won't have to worry about anybody else."

Cobra:"Great. I'll go get changed then."

Mike was stretching and picking out the music for later on. Cobra emerged from the lockerooms.

Mike:"Are you ready, man?"

Cobra:"Yeah, yeah. Let's do it."

Mike:"That's the spirit. Ok, I'll walk you through it and every time before you try out the machine, I'll show you how to use it properly. We'll start with stair climbing first as a warm up."

After 20 minutes, Mike was barely sweaty while Cobra was sweating. Cobra stepped off the stairs to get his drink. Mike didn't pay attention to him, focused on his goal.

After a while Mike stepped off. "Too much?"

Cobra:"Nah. I just get tired quickly. I'll be ok in a while." Cobra handed Mike his bottle. "Here."

Mike smile and grabbed it:"Thanks, man." Mike took a big sip.

They walked over to another machine, but Mike noticed that his vision was suddenly blurry.

Cobra:"You ok, man?"

Mike:"Yeah, a bit dizzy. I'll just sit down for a moment. I don't know what's happening to me."

Cobra:"Must be your protein drink I spiked before."

Mike looked back at Cobra shocked. "What? The fuck man? I'm calling the police." he tried to reach his phone, but was too dizzy to do so. Cobra took away his phone and placed it far form him.

Cobra:"I don't think so, man. You should go to sleep to speed this up. I'm getting excited just by looking at you."

And then Mike closed his eyes afraid of what was about to happen to him.

Mike opened his eyes. Ok, good. He's alive. That fucker didn't kill him. One good thing. His ass didn't hurt, so hopefully the guy didn't do anything to him. Mike turned around. He was sitting alone in the gym, no one in sight. He thought of calling out, but he didn't know where Cobra was. But then it happened. He noticed the mirror. He got close. The reflection. "How...what..." Cobra's reflection said as these words escaped his mouth. He was in that fucker's body. Why would he do that? How would he do that? He noticed his slender body, his well-earned physique was gone. Where was his body now?

This question was about ot be answered as his body emerged from the lockers.

His body called out at him in glee. "Hey, COBRA. What's uppp?"

Mike:"The fuck are you doing with my body?"

Cobra:"Ok, calm down. I had to take a leak. Or... your body had too. Haha. And I have to say, man. Pretty nice cock. I wouldn't have expected you to shave EVERYWHERE, but I guess that's what you guys do."

Mike:"Give me my body back you fucker or I...!!!"

Cobra:"Or what? You gonna beat me up? With that body? I don't think so. Or you're gonna call the police? Right. Who's gonna believe you?"

Mike:"You can't do this. It's not right."

Cobra:"I say it's not right to charge people such amounts of money for not even helping them out, but that's on you."

Mike:"I'll give you anything, man."

Cobra:"Anything? Leave me your body then. Haha."

Mike:"Anything but that. I work on my body all the time. I have nothing without it. I am nothing. Please, I'm begging you."

Cobra:"Eh, well... since you're begging, I'll at least enjoy the body in front of you, so you'll know how much we hate YOU guys that shove it to our faces. Sit here."

Cobra streightened in front of Mike and started the exploration of his body.

Cobra:"It's freaking amazing to have all the knowledge of the muscles and workout. It must have taken you years to know this. Ok, let's see what we got here. Ooooh. Deltoids." Cobra rolled his shoulders. "So tight. And wide. Very nice." He flexed his biceps. "Biceps brachii. Very impressive, Mike. And those triceps. Damn."

Mike quietly:"Thanks..."

Cobra moved on to his chest. "God damn these pecks. Sorry. Pectoralis major. Gotta be strict about these terms now" he flexed them and watched how they contracted and bulged forward. A creepy grin appeared on his face. His hands travelled to his abs. He moved over all his defined six pack. "The core strength is unbelievable. And what a cheese grater. Ok, moving on, rectus abdominis" he turned and flexed "And let's not forget external obliques. Shit. You have got a really great body, man."

Cobra took off his sweatpants and flexed his legs. "Fuuuuck. So bulging. I love these quadriceps, man. And even knowing their names is so hot. Vastus lateralis, intermedius and medialis, rectus femoris. Fricking amazing."

Mike:"Ehm... you... don't forget hamstrings."

Cobra looked at Mike and smiled. "Don't rush me, man. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity and you want me to rush it. Chill or I'll keep this body."

Mike's face was pale now, but he stayed quiet.

Cobra took off his boxers

Mike stood up:"Dude, stop. That's too much."

Cobra:"Gotta appreciate it fully. Sit back down or we're staying like this."

Mike sat down again and watched as his body was naked flexing and enjoying himself.

Cobra|:"Let's not forget the most important muscle." he took the dick in his hand. Mike was ready to say something again, but Cobra stared him down with a dominating look. Mike just sat there as his body was stroking his dick. Now fully aroused, Cobra started moaning.

Mike:"Please, Cobra, please. Let's swap back. I want my body."

Cobra:"Not yet."

Mike:"Why? What do I have to do to get my body back?"

Cobra:"I'm glad you asked. You let me fuck my body and I give you your body back."

Mike:"You can't be serious."

Cobra:"You want your body back or no?"

Mike:"Yeah..."

Cobra:"Take your clothes off."

Mike got up and took off his shirt, his shorts and shoes. Standing only in Cobra's briefs.

Cobra:"What are you waiting for?"

Mike:"I'm not gay, man."

Cobra:"It's not gay, if you're fucking yourself. It's like masturbation."

Cobra leaned in and kissed his old body. "Man, I kinda envy you. It must be so hot to his your body." he noticed the tent forming in his briefs. "See, you're not gay, but my body certainly is. So let's enjoy it."

Cobra grabbed Mike's hand and dragged him to the showers. He turned on the water grabbed Mike's head and forced him on his knees. Mike instinctively took Cobra's hard dick and started to jerk it.

Cobra:"Don't be shy, lick it."

Mike took it in his mouth. He never sucked a dick before, so the taste was definitely something new. It might have been the body he was in, but he was a bit into it.

As water rushed over their bodies, Cobra couldn't wait any longer.

Cobra:"Pulled him up and kissed him. Let's fuck!"

He picked him up and held him above his waist. Mike's body was so strong and Cobra so slim, that it wasn't an issue. Cobra pushed his dick inside of him.

Mike:"Slow down, please."

Cobra:"NO"

He pounded more and more. Both of them moaning in pleasure. Cobra was laughing out loud. The cum filled Cobra's old body. They rested in the same position, Mike's dick still in Cobra's ass.

Cobra laughed

Mike:"What's so funny."

Cobra:"I can't believe you let me fuck you"

Mike:"You said that you would give me back my body if I did."

Cobra:"Yeah. Hahaha. So I lied. This is your body now for the rest of your life."

Cobra pulled out of Mike and set him on the floor. He washed his dick and with laughter left the showers. Mike, still naked and wet, followed him to the lockers.

Cobra:"What? You didn't understand something?"

Mike:"You stole my body."

Cobra:"Clever boy. See, you're not that stupid as I thought. And you're not bad to fuck. I could keep you as my cum dump, but I might be more into pussy now so we'll see about that."

Mike was still in the middle of the lockers as Cobra put on his new clothes.

Someone entered the locker room

Guy:"Hey, Mike. Who's the naked dude?"

Mike:"Hey, don't worry about him, he's weird, but harmless."

Guy:"You done for today?"

Mike:"Yeah, but I might come tomorrow."

Guy:"Ok, see you tomorrow then, man"

Mike was speechless. Not only his body was stolen, but it seemed, that he was gonna be pretty good at pretending to be him.

Cobra:"I hope you enjoyed your first time in the gym, COBRA”

A story request by @cobraas-blog

And a late happy birthday, man! xD

Hey! Your stories are amazing. Can I request a story? It's my birthday today and I would like to swap bodies with Mike Thurston. While he beg to swap back, the swap become permanent when I fvck him in my old body. Thank you!

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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Prison visit

Hi, my name is Logan. I come from a quite boring family that includes my dad, my mum and my little brother. Unfortunately our family is now somewhat broken, because my dad decided behind our back to steal some money from the company he was working for. It wasn't a small ammount for all I know, so he was locked up and we all had to got to the trial.

We all had to dress up to represent our family. I hated the moment when the judge sentenced my father for several years in prison. All I could think about was the fact that I was the one, who had to take care of our family now. Which meant that I had to leave the army.

Me and my brother skipped the first few visits, because mom said that dad had to get used to being in prison and he didn't want to be seen in a bad mood. But the first visit was quite nice. Maybe except for the attack. Some prisoner bumbed into momand they both fell on the ground. It must have been a mental patient, because he started crying and screaming, that his body was stolen. Creepy, right?

Mum must have been shocked. She even missed a few turns when we were coming home from prison. I left her to relax and cooked dinner for us. When I went up to get her, the door to her bedroom were wide open and I couldn't believe what I saw.

Mom stood in front of the mirror, naked and fingered herself. Screaming in pleasure.

She turned her head slightly and smiled. I immediately left, hoping she didn't notice me.

I got my brother and told him that mom was too tired to join us.

The following days were really strange. Mom was walking around the house only in her bra and panties. I didn't wanna look, because it's my mom but ut was unavoidable.

One night, I think I heard male and even another strange female voices coming from my parents bedroom.

I eventually had to start taking care of my brother, because she didn't seem concerned, that he didn't have any food to eat etc.

I woke up in the morning to a weird feeling on my body. I opened my eyes and froze. My mom sat on my bed, my chest and boxers were uncovered and she had her hand on my stomach.

I couldn't let out a word, what was happening?!

Mom:"I have such a handsome young son. You really take care of your body, don't you? My son a soldier. How PROUD I am."

Me:"Mom, what are you..."

Mom:"Ah, don't you worry. I am just taking care of my LITTLE boy. But looking at the bulge you're packing, it seems you're not so little. Haha"

Me:"Mom... Stop it."

Mom:"Oh, come on. Don't you tell me you don't like these perfect tits. That you never wanted to touch them. And this pussy. God, you're really gonna enjoy this. And I can't wait to enjoy that dick" she said as she squeezed her tits and touched herself over the pants she was wearing.

As she finished, she quickly sat on top of me, I still couldn't react. She then pressed something against my chest, which hurt real bad. I passed out.

I opened my eyes and realised I sat on top of someone. "What the fuck?" I saw my own face smiling at me, My old hands were now placed on my hips. And I felt something below me... hardening

My body:"So, how do you like those tits... MOM?"

Me:"What the hell?!? What did you do?"

My body:"I gave you a gift. You can enjoy those tits and that tight wet pussy you like to peek on. You dirty WHORE. And unless you want to be fucked by your own body, I suggest you get off, because I am more then ready to shoot."

I moved and fell on the ground. I look down and indeed. My muscular chest was replaced by a pair of big boobs. My mother's boobs. I am my MOTHER

Me:"Mom, why are you doing this? Why me?"

My body:"Ah, you're so naive. I am not your mom, Logan. Or I should call you Cristine, now. Or better yet, MOM."

He started flexing and laughing at me

My body:"The chicks are gonna love this. I can't wait to fuck someone as a man again. Being a woman sucks."

I still sat there in shock, watching my body posing, flexing and enjoying his new reflection.

Only then I noticed the phone next to the mirror. My body noticed it.

My body:"Oh this? That's for me to have a memory. And also an insurance if you won't behave. I recorded what I did in your mother's body and If you won't behave I won't hesitate to use that as evidence to get you in prison. Unless you want to join your father and mother in prison, I suggest you behave. Now, go cook something, woman. I am hungry and now I got a job to do."

I got up from the floor, looking back at my body, feeling up my body.

I need to get help somehow

Prisoner's P.O.V.

Getting this kid's body is like a gold medal. After many years in my overweight body and then being that woman, this is by far the best thing yet.

I took out his phone to snap a few photos.

This kid has an amazing body. I can't wait to put it to test.

A message came to his phone number from LOVE<3. I browsed through the messaged. Fuck, this kid is gay. Nevermind, gonna turn him straight and dump this fucker. There won't be no more gay shit under my watch.

"Jeez. He's like a sculpture. If I had looked like this before, I wouldn't have to steal from all those people. This is amazing. Let's get this body showered and ready for Stacy."

At Stacy's house

Stacy:"Fuck. I can't believe it worked again. I was worried, that you would stay in that woman's body. I couldn't picture us like that back together."

Prisoner:"Don't worry, my darling. I found myself a great body for you to suck and enjoy. Wait till you see the dick that this kid has. Not only it is big, but the head of the cock is so strange, but hot at the same time."

They started making out. The tongues moving from one mouth into another. But there was a problem, that has never happened before.

Prisoner:"Wait. Something is wrong."

Stacy:"It happens sometimes. Remember that you're in other man's body and you're still not used to it."

Prisoner:"It's not that. This kid is gay. I think I can't get hard for you."

Frustrated and bored, the new Logan rested in the living room of his new body. The "mother" was walking around suspiciously, but careful.

Prisoner:"This is bullshit. I can't be gay forever. I need to find a better body to swap."

The younger brother rushed in with his way too loose Spiderman costume to hug his brother, who now wasn't used to it and pushed him off of himself.

Kyle:"Why did you do that?"

Prisoner:"I don't want another man to touch me."

Kyle:"You're funny, Logan. If you wouldn't have a boyfriend, i would believe you."

Prisoner:"Right."

Kyle:"Ok, so byeee."

Prisoner:"Where are you going dressed like that? It's not Halloween."

Kyle:"To Johnny's. We are having a costume party sleepover, while his older brother is gonna look after us."

Prisoner:"Who is the brother? Do I know him?"

Kyle:"Yeah, you do. You played football together. He's in university."

Prisoner:"Hmm. Interesting." I just hope it's not another gay jock like this one.

Prisoner:"Kyle? I have a cool deal for you. Wanna hear it?"

Kyle:"I bet mom won't know a difference between me and Logan. I can pretend to be him easily without her noticing. But I wonder why would Logan do that. It's nice of him that he gave me his body to try the costume, but he went to that party instead of me. I was looking forward to that."

Kyle pulled up the zip of the costume and started doing Spiderman poses.

Kyle:"Hell, yeah. Wait till the boys see how my costume first better then everybody else's!"

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yoshirage · 8 months ago

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The Parental Solution

“Could you at least put on some shorts or pants if you’re just gonna lie around the house like that?” I asked my dad after walking in on him sprawled across the couch, wearing nothing but a pair of white briefs that did little to hide his large assets. Especially when he had his thick thighs spread like that

“Come on kiddo. It isn’t anything you haven’t seen before. Can’t a guy just lounge around on his day off.” He replied with that same subtle smirk he always had as he rested his head against his hand. I cursed myself internally for not being able to help glancing at his armpit for a moment. “Besides, I’m the man of this house and so if I wanna lie around in my underwear then I’ll do just that.” He added sternly before reaching down to give his fat bulge a rub.

I rolled my eyes a little before quickly exiting the room and letting him get back to watching sports on TV. After all, I didn't want to give him a chance to see the growing erection in my pants. I just can’t help it when he shows off his body like that. He knows exactly what he’s doing too. You see that man lying on the couch and showing off his manly form isn’t actually my dad. Not in spirit anyway. It’s actually my best friend Jason inside my dad’s body!

It all started when we were kids. Both me and Jason had pretty shit parents and it was part of the reason we bonded so much. We became each others support whenever we needed it. For me I lived most of my life with my dad after my mom walked out on us when I was very little. Ever since then my dad had been distant and bitter. He wasn’t abusive towards me or anything but he was certainly neglectful to say the least. Jason on the other had definitely got the worse end of the stick with parents that were borderline manipulative and even abusive towards him growing up. I remember telling him all through high school that the moment he turned 18 that he should just get the hell out of there. That day came over a year ago now. Jason turned 18 not long after me but even with the job he had, he still couldn’t afford to move out. Especially with his parents practically stealing half his wage. Before long the two of us were 19 going on 20 soon and Jason still couldn’t see a way of escaping his parents for years to come. That’s when I decided something had to be done.

For weeks the two of us had been brainstorming ideas to get Jason out of his parents house. We considered putting our wages together and renting a place to share but with how much prices had been going up recently, that didn’t seem like a sustainable option right now. Neither of us had other family members we could stay with either. We even considered going to a homeless shelter together but decided that’d probably do more harm than good in the end. After all my home life wasn’t nearly as bad as Jason’s but I wouldn’t wanna leave him alone. After a while we started to lose hope, believing that Jason would just have to put up with his horrible parents for the foreseeable future. That was until I stumbled across a curious shop that I’d somehow never noticed before…

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Gilgamesh’s Magic Shop - For all your magical needs

The shop radiated a strange presence that I couldn’t help being drawn to. “Magical needs?” I raised an eyebrow as I read the large golden letters that adorned the sign that sat on the front of the building. My first thought was that it was one of those fake magic trick shops but it seemed pretty interesting and I didn’t exactly have anything else planned that day so I decided I might as well check it out.

Upon stepping inside I came face to face with a plethora of weird items and objects filling the many shelves around the shop. It all looked incredibly ornate with how well organised and decorated it was. Naturally I couldn’t help poking around a little, inspecting all sorts of books, potion bottles and crystals that all claimed to have magical properties.

“Ah, hello sir!” A man called from behind the front desk. I couldn’t help but jump a little as I could’ve sworn he hadn’t been standing there a second ago. He looked to be in his early 30’s or so but still looked amazing for his age. He had short hair that shimmered in the light with its golden blonde colour while his handsome face adorned a dusting of stubble. The clothes he wore looked rather unusual, almost like a mix between a wizard cloak and casual suit. “My name’s Gilgamesh but most people call me Gil. I’m the owner of this place so if there’s anything in particular you’re looking for then just ask.”

“Oh… um thanks.” I blushed a little at the stunning man’s proposal. “But I don’t think any of this fake magic stuff is gonna help me all that much.”

Gil laughed. “Please. The magic I sell is anything but fake. Here I’ll prove it.” I watched as he walked around the front desk and grabbed a potion bottle off a nearby shelf. Without any hesitation he popped the top off and downed the potion in one go. What I saw changed my view on magic forever. There was a moment of silence as Gil smirked over at me. Then without warning he lurched over and groaned. I could only watch on in astonishment as his once ordinary sized frame began expanding at a rapid rate. Seeing as his clothes grew tighter while his body packed on excessive amounts of fat and muscle. His entire body growing thicker and stronger! It was hard to tell at first but as his clothes started to rip I began to see how he was growing hairier as well! Even his light stubble from before poofed out into a large blonde beard! At first I’d thought the groans meant he was in pain but as the transformation came to an end, after his voice had deepened significantly, I realised they were actually groans of pleasure!

“W-w…what the fuck… just happened!?” I stuttered, looking up at the new man before me.

Gil turned and smiled at me. “Muscle bear potion.” He stated simply. “Does exactly what it says. Turns you into a big muscle bear of a man like so.” The huge shopkeeper gestured down at his now massive burly body. “This one is only temporary and should wear off naturally within a week but we do sell permanent versions as well.” He explained as he made his way back behind the counter once again, struggling to move a little with his big belly and thick appendages straining against the torn fabric of his clothes. “Looks like I’ll have to grab a new uniform from the back to use the next week though. Oh well, I’m sure my boyfriend Simon will enjoy seeing me like this.” He laughed heartily.

Before I stepped foot into that shop I believed magic was nothing but tricks and fantasy. But after witnessing that man transform right before my very eyes, I had no choice but to believe everything about this shop was real! All the spell books, all the magical clothes, all the powerful crystals. It had to all be real!!

After regaining my composure I managed to explain my situation to Gil. Telling him all about Jason and the situation with his parents. Of course Gil sympathised with the situation and told me I was a good friend for sticking by Jason and wanting to help him. He stroked his beard a little as he thought until he came up with a magical solution to my problem. “You know, I think I’ve got just the thing that’ll sort your friend's situation right out.”

Gil began wandering through the shop, searching the shelves for something in particular as I followed behind him. As he did I couldn’t help glancing at his big bear butt from behind and I guess he could feel my eyes on him judging by the look he gave me shortly after. Before long he ended up pulling another vial off the shelf, this one being filled with a shimmering blue liquid. Strapped to the bottle was also a small instruction manual on how to use it. “This should do the trick. Nectar of the bodysnatcher. Its pure liquid essence made from the blood of real bodysnatchers.” He explained though I didn’t even begin to pretend like I knew what he was talking about. “Drinking this will grant you the powers of a bodysnatcher for a one time use. I think it’ll be perfect for your friend Jason.”

Next thing I knew we were back at the cash register. After much reassurance that this potion was exactly what I needed to help Jason, I ended up forking over my cash and buying the strange looking vial while silently hoping I wouldn’t come to regret it.

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When I first told Jason about what I’d bought he thought I was insane and rightfully so. Before visiting the shop I would’ve been the same. But after a ton of persuasion I managed to get Jason on board with my plan to get him away from his parents. To put him in a whole new body. I’d given it a lot of thought already by this point and had decided on the perfect candidate. My dad. I figured that way I’d be hitting two birds with one stone. Jason can get away from his parents and Jason can take the place of my asshole dad! It was perfect! He was quick to agree to this as he’d always had a bit of a crush on my dad anyways so anything that involved him was a green light from Jason.

Once it was decided, I brought Jason over to my house while my dad was napping and began going through the instructions with him.

STEP 1: Drink the nectar of the bodysnatcher to allow its power to sink in. Drinking the whole vial is recommended for a smoother experience.

Jason was a little hesitant but with a little encouragement from me he twisted the lid off the vial and tossed it back. Before long the entire potion had disappeared down Jason’s throat. Moments later he described a strange feeling pulsing through his body. Almost like he’d just taken a bunch of caffeine as new energy pumped through his veins.

STEP 2: Find a recently worn article of clothing belonging to the person who’s body you wish to take and put it on.

The two of us snuck upstairs as quietly as possible so as not to wake my dad. We could hear him snoring quietly from his bedroom as I reached into the dirty clothes hamper. Moments after I pulled out a pair of my dads smelly black socks that he’d likely worn to work that day before passing them to Jason who immediately pressed them to his nose.

“Oh come on dude. Really?” I whispered, watching my best friend shamelessly huff on my dad’s worn socks. “Just put them on.”

Jason rolled his eyes, giving the socks one last sniff before starting to pull them on. “Whatever man. I still don’t believe this weird magic shit is real but I know your dad’s hot scent is.” He sniggered quietly as he finished tugging the oversized socks on.

STEP 3: Find the person whose body you wish to take and kiss them directly on the lips. This act will activate the magic now within your body.

Now that Jason had my dads socks on, the pair of us crept towards his room as quietly as possible before slowly pressing the door open. There, laid out on the large king sized bed was my dad. His body was only half covered by the bed sheets as he slept in nothing but his underwear from what we could tell. I could already feel Jason’s eyes burning with desire as he gazed upon my sleeping father. He didn’t even care if the magic worked, he just wanted to plant his lips on my dad.

The two of us tiptoed closer until we stood over my dad, gazing down at him while he dreamt. I gave Jason a nod and he knew exactly what to do. Slowly and silently, Jason undressed until he was completely naked besides my dad’s socks before creeping onto the bed. I held my breath nervously as he manoeuvred his way on top of my dad so that he had one leg on each side of my dad’s body. Jason glanced over at me with a smile before looking down at my father again. Then without another second wasted, Jason lowered himself down until his lips pressed against my father’s…

Almost immediately Jason’s body began to glow slightly while a volt of magic surged through both his body and my dad’s. This immediately woke my dad, his eyes going wide as he saw his son’s best friend kissing him. But they couldn’t pull away. It was as if their lips were glued together somehow! I could only watch in bewilderment as my dad started kicking his legs beneath Jason and flailing his arms around but it proved pointless as soon enough he seemed to lose all the strength in his body. Almost like he was paralysed. It seemed as though Jason was experiencing the same thing as his body now laid dead flat on top of my dad. I would’ve been worried had I not heard Jason moaning delightfully through the kiss. Whatever was happening I knew it had to have felt good.

What happened next looked like something directly out of a Sci-fi movie. Jason’s body glowed once again as it slowly began to sink into my dad’s body. At first I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but as I watched Jason’s legs disappear into my dad’s beefier ones, I was forced to believe it. The rest of Jason’s body soon followed suit as his arms were next, Jason lining them up with my dad’s before allowing them to sink in as well. By this point my dad must’ve been experiencing just was much pleasure as Jason was by how his eyes had rolled back, not to mention how they both had obscene bulges that were rubbing against each other. That is until Jason’s crotch sunk into my dad’s as well, causing my dad’s dick to grow even harder. This process only continued with Jason’s torso fast disappearing until the only thing left was his head sticking out of my dad’s body, lips still pressed together. But of course that didn’t last long as even Jason’s head eventually pushed its way down inside of my dad’s head. Sinking into his body completely until my father was the only one left, now wearing the socks Jason had stolen from him.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried when my dad’s body started convulsing. For a moment I considered calling 911 but just as suddenly as it started, the convulsing stopped, leaving my dad’s body still and calm besides the pulsing erection in his underwear. “Dad? Jason?” I asked the sleeping man, not knowing who’s name to call. He didn’t reply. Only grunting and murmuring with his eyes closed. Then, without warning, he let out a deep moan which resulted in the pouch of his underwear getting soaked in cum. I had to look away in embarrassment…

“Whatcha lookin that way for kiddo. The show’s over here…” I heard my dad’s voice say but the tone behind it didn’t sound like him at all. It sounded cheerful almost, totally unlike his usual resentful self. I turned back around and I saw my dad now sitting up in bed with a huge cheesy grin on his face as he ran his hands along his thick hairy pecs. “You know I didn’t believe you at first but holy fuck… this is great! My voice is so deep! And I’m so hairy… fuck and these tattoos.” He traced a finger across the inked skin of one of his biceps while simultaneously admiring the thick muscle it sat upon.

“Jason? Is that really you in there?” I asked, still not quite believing that potion had actually worked even after all I’d just seen.

“Who else baby!” I watched as he hopped out of bed excitedly and dashed over towards my dad’s bedroom mirror. The way his face lit up upon seeing his reflection said everything. “But you can call me dad from now on…” he stroked his beard, admiring the facial hair he’d never been able to grow before as he inspected his mature looks. I could tell just by the expressions he made as his fingers ran across his face and down his body once again that he adored each and every sensation. Groping every part of my dad’s body that he’d always fantasised about touching. His pecs, his biceps, his ass and of course his cock. One of his rough hands glided over his wet crotch as he squeezed his cum soaked dad dick, still bulging in his underwear. The way he smirked so full of lust and desire was a look I never imagined I’d see on my own father’s face. Only after all that did he finally turn back to look at me and say “Unless of course you’d rather call me daddy instead.”

“Eww no! You’re literally my dad now Jason! That’s… weird…” I trailed off a little at the end. I’d never been attracted to my own dad before. Why would I be? He was an asshole!! Sure he might’ve been exactly my type with muscles, body hair and tattoo but… he was fucking dad for fuck sake! So why the fuck did I feel butterflies in stomach when he put a hand on my shoulder.

“I’m just kidding man. But seriously thank you for this. With your dad’s body I never have to go back to my shitty parents. Not to mention I look hot as fuck! I always wished I could fuck your dad but this is a whole other level.” With that he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a big hug, something my dad hadn’t given me since I was a kid. His strong hairy body and sticky crotch grinding against my own. “You’re the best *son* a dad could ask for.” He added, holding me tight in his arms allowing for me to get a good whiff of his scent.

After that I could’ve denied the feelings I had all I wanted but the semi in my pants was a dead giveaway. Jason chuckled as I rushed to hide the bulge but it was too late. My face went red as he gave me a pat on the back. “Don’t worry about it, Son. Can’t blame you for getting a little excited around your old man with how manly I am.” He was already acting so cocky and confident. “Now how’s about you and I head downstairs and go through everything I need to know to pull off being your dear old pops. That is after I’ve taken a nice long shower of course to familiarise myself with this hot dad body heheh.”

By that point I could already tell this was going to be a wild ride…

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And that brings us back to the present. It’s been two weeks since Jason took my dad’s place and he’s been able to play the part perfectly, albeit coming off as a much friendlier version of my father. Turns out that when Jason took my dad’s body, he absorbed my dad’s soul as well. This in turn allowed Jason to tap into all of my dad’s memories, emotions and personality whenever a situation called for it. For all intents and purposes, he literally was my dad now. Hell he even insisted that I always call him dad even when no one’s around. It was weird at first but I’ve gotten used to it I guess.

He never fails to mention to me how great being inside my dad’s body feels. Whether it be his new muscles as he flexed them in the mirror, or bragging about how big of a load his big dad cock and balls can bust now. Loving his new beard, smacking his new ass, appreciating his new tattoos, gawking over his smelly new armpits and the list goes on. He described to me how great it feels to finally be treated like an equal by all the other adults around him when at work only to come home and boss me around in the most seductive ways possible.

If there’s one thing I do somewhat regret about all this however, it’s that now Jason won’t stop teasing me with his new body every chance he gets. Like today when he’d been laying on the couch in just his underwear, practically waiting for me to walk in on him. Whenever we were home alone he made sure to wear as little as possible to show off his body and I was always trying my utmost to tear my eyes away from him. But when he walked around in the house in nothing but a tight jockstrap that showed off his bare ass, I just couldn’t stop myself from staring and imaging what it’d be like to stick my face between my dads hairy cheeks… fuck! I can’t believe he’s managed to do this to me!

Now here I was scampering out of the living room, trying to get the thoughts of my hot new dad out of my head. Everyday it’d been getting worse. I’d been popping boners to my dad more often and even multiple times a day. It didn’t take long for him to slowly start infuriating my jerk off sessions starting with him crossing my mind for a moment as I jerked off until eventually it got to the point where I was having entire jerk off fantasies around him! Imagining what it’d be like to fuck or be fucked by him. And could you blame me when he was constantly shoving that hot body of his in my face! It was torturous at this point. Like he was slowly trying to wear me down. And it was working.

“Hey son. Why don’t you come back through here and watch some sports with your old man. You can snuggle up to me if you want.” Jason said as he came up behind me and wrapped my dad’s strong arms around me and pressed his arousal against my ass. “Come on, I know you love being close to dad.” He cooed, his voice so deep and soft at the same time that I practically melted on the spot.

Before I knew it Dad had managed to guide me back towards the living room where the two of us sat on the couch together watching sports. Jason had never been that into sports before so I could only guess it was a trait he’d picked up from my father after the takeover. As we watched he made sure to wrap an arm around me to keep me pulled close against his body. I didn’t want to admit it but I actually really enjoyed getting to be this close to him now. To feel his hairy body pressed against me as the scent from his pits filled my nostrils. It was driving me crazy.

At one point during the game, dad decided to stuff his free hand down his briefs to fondle his fat hairy balls. Just watching him do such a thing made me horny as fuck to the point where I wished I could’ve been the one cradling his big balls instead. Of course this was all according to dad’s plan as quickly noticed I’d lost all interest in the TV and was now totally focused on him. With a smirk dad pulled his hand out of his briefs and without a second of hesitation he pressed that very hand against my face.

“There you go boy. Huff on that.” He commended as the powerful aroma of his sweaty dad balls invaded my nose and overpowered all my senses. Before I knew it I was sinking deep into his hand, sniffing the scent deeply and craving even more. I knew it was wrong. It was my dad’s body. My dad’s balls. My dad’s scent. But… I craved it so fucking badly! And I only had myself to blame for giving my best friend that damn body!

In a flash I was down on my knees and between dad’s legs as I shoved my face into his pouch. Feeling the heft of his heavy balls press against my face through the tight fabric of his briefs. Allowing the powerful smell to wash over my face. He held my head down, forcing me to kiss and lick his bulge as his thick length grew harder. I wanted nothing more than to take it in my mouth and swallow every last drop of cum he had stored in my dad’s balls. And as he finally pulled down his briefs, allowing his thick cock to spring out in front of me, it seemed as though I was about to get my wish.

What followed was a scene of a father relentlessly face fucking his son as dad absolutely destroyed my throat with his cock. It was clear he’d been waiting to do this ever since I helped him steal that body. Thrusting his hips back and forth as he forced his thick cock as far down my throat as he could, making sure that I gagged on every glorious inch. I have no idea how long it went on for as I was still entranced by his aroma and by just how good it felt to feel his thick dad dick in my mouth but soon enough his moan started to grow and before I knew it my mouth was filled to the brim with thick salty cum.

I fell backwards having just swallowed my best friend's load. No… my dad’s load. I couldn’t believe what I’d just done but at the same time I didn’t find myself regretting it either. If anything I wanted to do it again right! When I sat back up I was of course greeted by a view of my dad’s softening cock as it dripped with cum. “You’re such a good boy for swallowing all of daddy’s cum.” He placed a gentle hand on my cheek, smiling softly. “As a reward, I might let you sleep in my bed tonight. Maybe then dad can give you a demonstration on how real men fuck. How’s that sound?”

“Oh yes please dad! I need your dick inside me!” I blurted out without thinking. I couldn’t believe how much of a slut he’d turned me into.

Dad chuckled softly before shoving my face back into his crotch. “If you clean me up nice and good, I’ll make sure your wish comes true son.” He didn’t need to say another word, I was already licking away. Dad went back to watching TV while I cleaned off his cock. Lapping up any remaining cum dripping from his cock before running my tongue across his soft, but still surprisingly large, shaft. Even after that I couldn’t stop myself from licking his big sweaty balls which dad didn’t seem to mind. God they tasted incredible…

And as tongue slid back and forth, I couldn’t help but be thankful that I found that strange Magic shop when I did. To think that magic not only existed but could make something as crazy as this a reality?! Maybe I’ll have to head back there sometime and pick out something for myself. After all, Dad won’t stop going on about how amazing it feels to have a bigger, more mature body. Maybe I should find a way to get one myself to see what all the fuss is about…

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yoshirage · 9 months ago

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Fabio is pure perfection. I like to imagine skinny nerd waking up as him and checking his new body. What would you do if you wake up in this body?

Fabio Giga Sept 24

#body swap #body switch #male body swap #fabio giga

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yoshirage · 9 months ago

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So basically, within the past 3 days, I've been pranked and played by my friends...

They've switched bodies with my two older brothers and my dad, and I'm nonetheless knowledgeable that it was them, until I saw them doing something I can't ponder my family would do [Writer's choice]

It Was Just A Prank

Chris:

My family, like most, is a bit different. I’ve grown up in a all male household with my dad and my two older brothers.

Before my dad had me, my brother’s both were born a year apart by two different women.

Both of them get along very well, probably because they have so much in common.

You have my oldest brother Lance who spends most of his time at the gym or working on his bike.

He’s a sophomore in college (although he’s so jacked that you’d assume he’s older) and honestly I could tell you what he’s majoring in…

And then you have my other brother Ian. Ian is more of a social butterfly than the both of us. He’s in some frat and I’m sure parties just about every weekend.

Both of them are rarely home these days, which just leave me with my dad Roger.

My dad like my brother’s is typically working out or he’s at work. The only time we really talk is at dinner. Which is always the same ‘how was your day’ boring conversation.

That’s why, I spend a lot more time with my friends Kevin, Jake, and Sean. We are the four best buds.

All of us are a bit of nerds in our own ways, we spend most of our time playing video games, fighting over our favorite indie films, playing D&D, or talking about hot guys…

I guess it’s not too crazy that the nerdy gay guys all hang out together. But one thing we always do once a month is play this game called the best prank.

Concept and rules are pretty easy, we all put our names into a hat, whoever was pranked last time pulls the name, and then they get to pick the prank on that person.

A lot of our pranks are silly but sometimes we get really competitive. Especially me…

Last month, I convinced Kevin that I accidentally totaled his dad’s Mercedes. I got a guy to pretend to be a police offer, made some fake accident photos of what looked like his dad’s car… it was hilarious!

But now, I’m wondering if Kevin pulled my name or someone else’s… it’s getting close to the end of the month and so far no one’s been pranked yet…

I’ve tried asking Jake and Sean if they knew anything yet but both of claim they don’t know a thing.

Well, I guess I’ll have to keep my eyes peeled.

Anyways, my brothers are coming in town today. Something happened with their schools piping so they’re starting winter break very early.

I walk to my house and the first person I see is Lance. He must be working on his bike right now.

“Hey Lance,” I say to him trying not to sound overly excited. I do think I missed them, I’m just not sure if they missed me.

Lance, seemed to be really distracted for some reason. He keeps grabbing on his pants.

“Hello! Earth to Lance!” I say waving my hand around.

“Oh hey! Sorry Chris I didn’t see you haha.”

Lance grins at me and pulls me in for a hug, which felt odd… normally Lance just gives me a “sup.” I guess he did miss me.

“How have you been little bro?” he says stilling grinning.

“Good haha, how’s college?” I say back.

“It’s good, you know same old sh^t. Are you about to go upstairs?”

“Yeah that’s the plan haha.”

“Cool, if you see Ian can you tell him to come down?”

“Sure thing!”

“Thanks bro, I’ll catch up with you later,” he says winking at me.

As I head into the house, I still have this strange feeling about Lance but I soon forget about it as I walk past Ian’s room.

I hear loud music playing and Ian saying, “D@mn! I look so hot in this!”

I knock on the door but the musics too loud for him to hear me.

“Ian!! It’s Chris, can I come in?”

Still no answer.

I open up the door and find Ian standing in his old wrestling uniform flexing in the mirror.

“Uhhh Ian?”

“Oh sorry!! I was just… just seeing if this still fits me…”

I looked my brother over and notice his bulge…

Well this is awkward…

Ian walks up to me and also pulls me to a tight hug.

“Chris! I’ve missed you buddy!!”

“Thanks Ian, I’ve missed you too…”

It’s so weird… both of my brothers are being really friendly right now. Maybe they’ve just matured at college?

Ian catches up with me for a few before I tell him Lance is looking for him.

Ian pulls me in for one more hug.

“I’ll see you at dinner,” he says before heading downstairs.

I head back to my room and laid down on my bed. My mind raced… not so much about my brother’s nicest but Kevin’s prank.

I just want to know, who did he pick and what does he have planned?

Kevin (Earlier This Morning):

“Mr. Reynolds, I’m Mr. Reynolds,” I say to my new reflection in the mirror. God this is great!

I wasn’t sure if this was going to work but I knew I needed to get Chris back. Especially after his last prank!

But this one, this is going to be the ultimate prank!

A couple of weeks ago, I was doing some research trying to figure out my prank. That’s when I stumbled upon this spell.

The website seemed kinda sketchy but I figured worst case I’d come up with something else if it didn’t work.

Last night, I tried it on myself before pulling Jake and Sean into it.

I followed all the instructions and laid down in my bed.

When I woke up, I found myself in a new room that looked familiar— specifically Chris’s dads room.

I looked down at Mr. Reynolds long hairy legs…

He’s so hot!!! Tbh, I’ve had a crush on Chris’s dad for years now.

Sean, Jake, and I talk a lot about how hot Chris’s entire family is… and now I’m inside his sexy dad!?!

This may even be better than the prank!

I quickly got out of bed and told both Sean and Jake to meet me at Chris’s house.

It took a little bit for them to believe me but after I revealed some of their personal stuff— they knew I wasn’t the actual Mr. Reynolds.

They were a little apprehensive at first…

“Kev, this is freaky and kinda cool but what about Mr. Reynolds, Lance, and Ian? Will they be us?” says Jake.

“Yes, well kinda— they’ll be in our bodies but none of them will know about the switch. They’ll just think they’ve been you the entire time. They’ll act like you, think like you— I promise it’s full proof!!”

Both of them looked at each other and then back at me.

“Are y’all in?” I say to them.

“I’m so down but I’ll call dibs on Ian!” says Sean.

“Ugh!! Not fair, I wanted Ian!!” says Jake.

I roll my eyes at the both of them.

“Sean you take Ian and Jake you take Lance.”

“Fine! Lance is still super hot,” says Jake.

We all laugh and I get them to head back to their houses with the spell instructions.

Soon as the real Ian and Lance show up, I greet them and they both head to their bedrooms.

About an hour later, both of them come out grinning…

“Hi dad,” says Jake with a smirk.

“More like daddy!! HAHAHAHA,” says Sean.

We all three laugh.

“Ohhh this is going to be great! Best prank ever!!!” I say holding out my hand.

All three of us put our new hands in together.

“All the count of three… best prank ever… 1….2…3!!”

“BEST PRANK EVER!”

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yoshirage · 10 months ago

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The Unwelcome Neighbour

“Get the Fuck out of there!” I scream at my son, Jason.

Only I know for a fact it’s not my son in there. Jason has been acting so strange lately, always touching himself, rating the attractiveness of his gym buds, and staring at my ass and my crotch while licking his lips. Then, I was absolutely horrified yesterday morning when it all made sense. I set up a camera in Jason’s room- I know, not the coolest thing to do when it’s a college age boy we’re talking about, but I just knew something was wrong. My thoughts were that he was getting into drugs and all that poison was making his brain foggy and sexually confused, but the reality was so much worse.

I watched, jaw dropped, as the elderly gay neighbor, Simon, who lives alone in the house across the street snuck in through Jason’s patio window and crawled onto my son’s sleeping back. The audio wasn’t very crisp, but he said some sort of weird phrases in something old, maybe Latin, before my son’s back started glowing and Simon began sinking inside him. I felt like throwing up as I watched my son thrash and groan in apparent agony as Simon kept pushing inside him, making my son feel impossibly full as he eventually disappeared inside my son’s body. My son’s body convulsed uncontrollably for several moments as Jason fought valiantly; I could make out the words “no!” and “get out of me!” clearly in spite of the fuzzy audio. He grabbed at every limb of his body, moaning as Simon shifted around inside him before he flipped onto his back, back arched fully and his face contorted in despair before he plummeted back onto his bed, relaxed and staring blankly before he shook his head around a bit and started laughing.

He grabbed at every limb of his body, moaning as Simon shifted around inside him before he flipped onto his back, back arched fully and his face contorted in despair before he plummeted back onto his bed, relaxed and staring blankly before he shook his head around a bit and started laughing. That must have been Simon… He looked down to see my son’s fit body wearing just boxers and started rubbing my son’s hands all over his body, squirming in delight as he molested my son. Again, the audio is pretty fuzzy, but I could make out the phrases “hot body” and “you’re my new favorite.” Jesus, this sicko has done this to other victims. I almost couldn’t take anymore as Simon’s arousal hardened my son’s cock, making Simon motion Jason’s face into one of ecstasy as he grabbed a hold of Jason’s equipment, by now popped through the flap of his boxers, and started pumping my son as he thrusted Jason’s hips into his grip. I was spared the heartbreak of seeing my son fully taken advantage of as Simon noticed the camera in the room and got up to switch it off, presumably finishing and dumping a load with my son’s body and who knows what else!. The son of a bitch deleted the hard copy on the camera, but he didn’t know that it was wi-fi enabled, meaning the stream of video was sent to my hard drive. And that’s what brought us here to this moment…

“What are you talking about, Dad?” Simon says insidiously convincingly.

“Don’t call me Dad. I know who you are!” I yell as I grab Jason’s shoulders and look directly into his eyes, or rather into the eyes of whoever is hiding behind my son’s.

“Ohhhhhh, Daddy. I love when you play rough. Careful though. You get too rough and I might get so hard this towel will pop off,” Simon says as he walks my son’s body so close to me I can feel his breath against my neck. “Tell me, would you like that, Daddy?” he says as he grinds my son’s semi-hard cock against the crotch of my jeans. We both moan as he slides against me, creating a rush of sensation as our respective cocks are rubbed by soft fabrics. Wait, what the fuck? No!

“GET OFF!” I holler as I push Simon away from me. “I love my son enough that I would beat him half to death if it meant getting you out of him!” I say, raising a locked and loaded fist.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you!”

“And why the fuck not?!”

“I have to leave your son’s body of my own free will. If you force me out without my absolute desire to leave, your son’s heart will completely stop. Just a little FYI” Simon says boisterously as he begins walking my son back over to me, making me retreat into the corner until there is nowhere left to go.

“If you decide to be a good Daddy this whole weekend, on my way out I’ll make sure your son doesn’t remember ANY of this. You resist, you seek help, or you just lack enthusiasm, I will make sure the memories of the next few days haunt your son for the rest of his life. Do we have a deal?”

Feeling so powerless, I just nod my head, refusing to believe that it has come to this.

“Good, glad we could come to an agreement.” Simon says, ripping off the towel protecting my son’s decency as he lowers himself to his knees.

“Wait ... WHAT’RE YOU DOING?” I exclaim as Simon begins unzipping my pants.

“I swear, ‘Daddy,’ one moment where you don’t bring the enthusiasm and your precious Jason will remember all of this. Now shut up and be a man about it! It’s not like I’m making you suck your own son off…yet.” Simon says before pulling my cock out, making me quiver with disgust. “Come on, Daddy. Get hard for me. Imagine what it’ll feel like when your son’s velvety lips wrap around this meaty cock and begin lapping up and down your steely rod, taking more and more of you in and until your son’s mouth has swallowed your big Daddy cock. And remember ... ENTHUSIASM!”

Dear God, I hate myself for this! But it’s for Jason! Fighting back tears, I bottle everything up and prepare to put on the show of a lifetime.

“Yeah, you gonna show Daddy how good your mouth feels?” I grunt at him.

“Unnnnnnggggg feels so fucking good” I moan as Simon grabs my cock with Jason’s strong hands and begins pumping me, half caught off guard as I hate to admit that my hardening cock is not part of the act.

“Yeah, Daddy. That makes your cock feel so good doesn’t it? Not as good as this!” Simon says before wrapping my son’s lips around my almost fully engorged cock, focusing on the head as he takes it into my son’s mouth and uses his tongue to swirl around and pay extra attention to those nerve endings underneath the head. I can’t help but moan, especially as he runs my son’s hands up and down my strong torso, finally finding my thick pecs as he grabs and squeezes them with my son’s grip, using his thumbs to flick and massage my nipples. Simon takes a second to come up for air.

“Yeah, you like that, Daddy?”

Before I can answer he wraps my son’s lips around my cock, only this time pushes forward, making me groan and gasp as I feel my cock gliding along my son’s tongue, eventually traveling back to the farthest reaches of his throat. I yelp as I feel my son’s mouth compress my bush, meaning he’s swallowed all of my 8 inch cock. I cringe as I try to remember that this is all an act, but is it? I mean, I’ve never met a girl who made my cock feel this good! Especially not Jason’s mother, my bitch of an ex-wife- OH FUCK!!!!!UNGGGGGGG!!!!!! He just started sliding his mouth up and down, making me squirm as I feel my cock rubbing along his wet and warm throat muscles while my son’s tongue wiggles and wildly massages my fully hard dick. I try to keep some sense of composure, but it’s been so long since I’ve been touched intimately by anyone. I’m so sorry, Jason, but damn you for having such a hot mouth! I grab my son’s head, pulling his open mouth onto my cock, thrusting my hips hard and fucking my dick down his pulling throat, surprising Simon I might add. Oh I don’t know why the fuck I’m doing this, but there seems to be no turning back!!!!

“Fucking take it!” I shout as I thrust into my son’s mouth again, pulling his mouth down and grabbing tightly onto his head, holding him in place while I pile drive my hips against his face, fucking his throat ruthlessly and carelessly. The sound of my son’s squealing voice sends my repressed dominant nature into overdrive as I hold on and refuse to let go even though I can feel Simon using Jason’s hands to slap my torso and pull at my death grip on my son’s head, signalling that he needs to breathe. I pull him off my cock long enough for him to take one deep breath before I grab him again and thrust my pulsating cock back down his throat.

“Ohhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh I’m fucking close!” I yell. Right after I say that, Simon grabs my nuts, rolling them around, stretching them and squeezing them in my son’s hands, sending me over the edge as I grab my son’s head one more time, thrusting my cock down his throat so far that the loads erupting from my cock travel directly down his esophagus.

“OHHHHHH MY-AHHHHHHH-FUCCCCCKKKKKK!!!!” I roar as my face contorts with pleasure and my back twitches from the full body orgasm lighting up every nerve in my body. I ram my cock down my son’s throat one more time before pulling out and keeling over, shivering as I crawl up onto my son’s bed and stare up in a daze. Simon comes over and lays down next to me, cuddling up close and lightly stroking my hairy abs as he lays my son’s head down on my powerful chest.

“Well you impressed me, Daddy. That was incredible! Just two more days and then I’ll be on my merry way…Goodnight, Daddy…” he says before drifting off to sleep.

“Goodnight, son…” I say, on the verge of unconsciousness myself and wondering if it’s truly an act what I’m going through or whether a part of me wants Simon to stay in Jason forever.

“Simon, why don’t you stay in Jason awhile longer.”

“I thought you never asked.”

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