Like Father Like Son Pt.2

Like Father Like Son Pt.2

Read the original from @exploratorytfs here.

It's been three years since that bizarre twist of fate turned my life upside down, or should I say, right side up. Looking back now, I can't help but smirk at the irony of it all. I won't tell my dad (yeah, I definitely think of him as my dad now), but the truth is, the body swap wasn't entirely an accident.

I just wanted to give him a taste of my carefree lifestyle, show him that growing up and being mature isn’t all it's cracked up to be. So, I went online and found a way for us to swap.

I never meant for it to be permanent. I mean, who would want to stay in someone else's body forever? But the moment I found myself in his shoes, staring at the world through his eyes, I knew I had hit the jackpot. His body, his life—it all felt like a perfect fit.

It had only been a day, but I didn’t want to ever leave. What was I gonna do now? I couldn't imagine going back to my old life, to the mundane routine and endless expectations. No, this was where I belonged. But how could I make it permanent without causing even more chaos?

Surprisingly, my dad seemed content in my old body, reveling in the responsibility of it all. He didn't seem eager to find a way to swap back, and I couldn't help but gloat inwardly. It was almost too easy—I had traded up in every possible way.

Every time I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, a surge of excitement coursed through me. The chiseled jawline, the toned, youthful physique, the effortless charm—it was like I had been upgraded to the deluxe model. And as much as I tried to suppress it, I couldn't help but revel in the undeniable satisfaction of it all.

So when my dad brought up the idea of making the swap permanent, I didn't hesitate. "Hell yeah, Dad," I replied with a smirk, savoring the taste of victory.

We hashed out the details over dinner, but in my mind, it was already a done deal. And just like that, the deal was sealed. Sure, there are moments when I feel a twinge of guilt for keeping my dad's body, but then I remembered how much better I look in it, and the guilt just turned to horniness. After all, who wouldn’t want to be me.

Shortly thereafter, I signed a modeling contract – of course, who wouldn’t wanna see a body like this? Every photoshoot, every runway strut, only served to reinforce my belief that I had made the right choice.

My dad was so excited for me and gave me his sports car as a present for that and my birthday. He told me to be careful with it like the responsible guy he is. I promised him I would be, but I speed down the highway blasting music. After all, a hot young jock like me has to do that! … But I'll let him think he's having a good influence on me.

Through my modeling gig, I met my boyfriend James. He embodied everything I found irresistible: tall, dark, and undeniably handsome. What intrigued me even more was that he had no clue this body wasn't originally mine. That really turned me on.

Even though I'm used to living this life by now and fully think of myself as Nathan, I still get a thrill every time he calls me by my name. Just last week, we were having a night of passionate sex. As he pressed me down onto the bed in missionary, he thrust back and forth in slow. deep strokes.

Rubbing his right thumb in circles around my left nipple, he leaned down to kiss me. I looked up at him in awe. Smirking back had me he said in a husky voice, “I love you Nathan.”

Before I knew it, I was shooting my load across his thick, muscular chest.

Mixed in with the pleasure, I had to laugh to myself. In a way, I got what I wanted. Nathan (or at least his body) definitely is living his youth now.

Drunken Wishes (Part 1)

Most of the guys I hook up with don't realize my past, they just think I'm some cute guy that acts pretty 'gay'. I noticed a lot of guys get offended when people say they're "feminine", but I take it as a compliment... that there's still a little bit of the old me visible.

You see, before I became a guy, I loved hanging around with my gay best friends, and they loved having me around. But I always felt like I was just tagging along - I would never be fully accepted as one of them. I was just the girl that came along for fun. I wanted to be more than that. One night after drinking way too much, I told Kyle how jealous I was and how I longed to fit in. He went on about how jealous he was of me having such a hot boyfriend, and how being gay didn't at all mean 'fitting in'. to him. Since I was a drunken mess at the time, I vaguely remember wishing to swap places. And, well, that became reality the next morning...

Being so muscular was a shock. And that's before we go to the first morning wood of my life. It was calling me. Damn it felt so different. I feel like a just touched it and I came everywhere after a few seconds... No wonder guys have such a reputation for not lasting long ha!

I cleaned up a little and grabbed his, or I guess for the time being, my phone and messaged myself. I started typing, before switching over to a voice message. "Heyyyyy Sophie" I started. Damn, I started getting hard again. Is this always what it's like for guys? Just hearing that voice coming out was so hot. It was male, but distinctly 'gay'. Because that was me now, a gay guy, and I felt so unbelievably turned on by the idea and so at home. I told her I wanted to go and party again tonight, knowing full well that she would have plans for my former boyfriend. But never mind, looks like we will just have an all guys night tonight. 💁‍♀️

Turning Myself On

Man, if I'd have known this before we swapped, maybe I wouldn't have done it. We agreed to swap for a few days, but I'd thought we'd only swap bodies... When I got back to his place and took off his shoes, I got a whiff of his shoes and actually, I found the scent pretty hot. Like, I picked up his shoes and gave them a deep sniff and his cock got hard? Imagine that, pretty weird huh.

Anyway, I thought I'd go along with it once and I jacked off to the scent on "my own" feet. Was somehow gross, but also really hot. Besides, it's just this once.

Well that was a week ago and I'm still wearing the same socks. They reek so good now. I even found myself going round the empty gym locker room and sniffing other people's sneakers. What is wrong with me haha.

I asked the other guy about it and he confirmed that he used to love the smell, but wasn't really his thing anymore. I built up the courage, with butterflies in my stomach, to ask if I could smell my former sneakers and he laughed it off and called me a sick bastard. Damn that made me strain against my pants. I tried to be subtle but I'm pretty sure he noticed how I kept glancing at his feet. They looked real nice.

Maybe I can find some guys who share this fetish and explore it a little more before we swap back. I kinda like being a kinky after all.

Rescuing Karl

First story with AI-generated images.

It had been just over a year since Karl's mysterious disappearance. He was such a positive, kind guy that his unexplained disappearance took everyone by surprise.

His friend John never stopped searching, even after the police did. The pair had been best friends ever since Kindergarten and he knew something just wasn't right and Karl would never have left like this without telling him.

After 12 months of gathering clues, numerous dead-ends and setbacks, he'd finally found a promising lead about something suspicious at the local army base. The following weekend there was a military parade planned, which would be the perfect cover story for him to enter the base and see if he could find Karl or any clues that could lead him to his long lost friend.

After a long week of waiting and planning, he easily passed through the checkpoint as a parade visitor and, when no guards were looking managed to sneak away and headed towards the barracks. According to the intel he received in a chatroom, there was a secret facility where several people seemed to have ended up. Using the route he'd memorized during the week, he made his way to the building in question. The place was deserted - probably due to the parade - but as he peered into the block's gym, he noticed a man with a remarkably recognizable face.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, alerting the attention of the man working out. At that point, John froze. "Karl?! Is that you?!"

The hulk of a man glared back at him for what felt like forever, but was in reality only a few seconds. His gaze lifted and the man replied. "John??? Is that really you? What are you doing here? I mean, how did you find me?" The colossus moved towards John and gave him a hug. Karl was never this tall previously, and certainly 100lbs lighter just one year ago. Karl slightly crushed John as they embraced. Karl was sweaty from working out and some transferred to John, but he didn't mind since he'd finally found his friend!

"I knew you would be here!" replied a relieved John "Look, I'm here to get you out of here. What did they do to you? You look so... different." John examined Karl's body which was unmistakedly that of some gym-obsessed ultra-masculine type - sure Karl did some weights at college, but nothing on this level. He was bigger and taller in every sense.

"You wouldn't believe what they did to me, John. It's crazy here! They took me and performed some top secret program on me called The Augmentation and injected me with stuff and fed me crazy shit and now look at me!" Karl briefly paused. It seemed like he had so much to tell John, but he stopped himself and looked around. "But you're in danger John, if anyone sees you, you might never escape! Let me get changed quickly. okay?" Karl didn't wait for a response. He headed to his bag next to a bench and pulled out some khakis. He stripped in full view of John who got a glimpse of Karl's massive softie swinging between his legs.

"Bro, I can see anything you know" John quipped as he glanced away and held a hand in front of his eyes.

"Sorry bro," Karl laughed "I've not had any privacy for all the time I've been here. There's 11 other guys in my dorm so I guess I gotten used to it." John felt a deep sense of guilt and empathy for Karl and all the things he must have endured. But before he could think much more, Karl was ready again.

His form was certainly incredibly impressive to behold and something only a tiny percentage of bodybuilders would achieve - let alone just in one year. But luckily John could still hear Karl inside that hulk of a body.

"Quick, follow me!" Said Karl and headed to the corridor. Karl scanned each corner before proceeding with military precision, It seems they must have trained him to do just these types of activities. He escorted John downstairs into the basement, continually checking that no one else would see us or question their presence. He opened a door with a key code and led John inside. "Quick, in here!" he hurried John inside.

It was completely dark inside with no natural light. Karl flicked a switch and some harsh, fluorescent strip lights clicked and flashed into life. John looked around and saw six bunk beds with space for 12. "What, is this where you've been living?" Asked John. The smell of body odour, cheap deoderant and well worn boots started to reach his nose. "But Karl, we need to get out of here!"

Karl walked over to what must have been his bunk and took a seat. "But John, who said I wanted to leave here? I didn't say anything about wanting to leave, or not liking it here."

John froze, unable to process what he thought Karl meant.

Karl continued "Didn't you think it was odd that you just stumbled across me all alone in the gym and the place is otherwise conveniently empty? Who do you think told you all those things in the chatroom, eh?" Karl let a wicked grin form on his face.

"Wait, that was you? You tricked me?" John couldn't believe what he was hearing and was scanning the room for ways out.

As John panicked, Karl calmly took out a needle from a drawer and calmly injected himself in the arm with some form of serum. He let out a low groan of pleasure as some sense of tension appeared to be released. " Doctor's orders" he remarked. "Thing is John, I fucking love it here. I mean, look at me? I'm a fucking alpha! The Colonel told me you were causing trouble and gave me the order to capture and detain you. And I was all too happy after I found out you were trying to blow the lid off on us Augments."

John, still struggling to believe what was happening, stuttered "But...but...but...we've been friends since...forever and now you..." John didn't want to finish that thought.

Karl continued talking anyway as he unlaced his boots and made himself comfortable. "Bro, I know I knew you when I was Karl, but that nothing compared to the rebirth I went through with my 11 Augment brothers. It's an unbreakable bond. We have no secrets from each other and nowhere to hide from each other. But what would I want to hide from them anyway?. They taught us how to think and operate exactly the same as each other so we are truly one unbreakable unit. One unbreakable unit." He repeated, almost in a trance. "This is my home now, you know? Ever since My Augmentation started, I loved this place and the simplicity of my purpose and being able to fit everything I own into a dufflebag in case of deployment. Sleeping alone just seems fucking weird somehow haha. I belong with my brothers now." He patted the bedpost with affection, while John couldn't believe that someone could consider this a place worthy of living in. He must have been brainwashed to be some mindless drone that just follows orders, he thought.

John got increasingly scared and tried to run away, but the door was locked. Karl stepped up behind him and put a heavy hand on the door "Nice try, but you won't be leaving here. You're part of the second stage of the experiment. But it's easy - all you have to do is breathe..." Within a split second Karl had pinned John to the wall and held one of his boots over John's mouth and nose. John resisted but was no match of the augmented Karl. "Remember that hug? The pheromones in my sweat should already be working on you. The concentrated aerosol in my boots should speed things up too. Just breathe nice and deep."

Imagine if... (2)

You've been pestering your closest work colleague for months to quit smoking. You hated the smell and your inputs were always well intentioned - you were just looking out for his health.

Apparently he didn't see it that way and he swapped your bodies so you could see it for yourself that it's not as easy as just stopping. The first hour or two were fine, but slowly this feeling started washing over you. Something was missing. You started feeling tense and anxious. Your hands felt empty. Your hands were instinctively reaching to your pockets. You were getting increasingly agitated, which was not like you at all. Your colleague passed you a pack of cigarette. The smell of tobacco felt so inviting. Surely one wouldn't hurt, right?

You lit up and all your tension washed away. The sense of relief almost felt euphoric. You hated yourself for feeling that way, but it was just one cigarette. Going cold turkey would always be hard. Maybe you should slowly reduce the number of cigarettes to help him quit for good.

A few days later and things were not looking good. The urge was too strong and you were paying out money every day for a new packs to satsify your cravings. You were addicted now and just couldn't help yourself. You sat at home contemplating what you'd become, but the more it aggrevated you, the deeper the drags you took. You were smoking like a pro now.

It started becoming instinctive and just part of your routine. Before entering a building, you'd light up. Walking down the street? Light up. Having a coffee break. You guessed up. Even before the gym you had a quick one to open up your lungs. By the end of the week, it felt as if you were almost enjoying it? You'd be lying if you said you didn't like to buzz you got from it. Sure food didn't taste as much as before, but now you'd look forward to taking a break for a smoke. You'd head out and chat with the other guys. It was nice! Maybe it wasn't that bad after all. Your old body, now newly repulsed by the smell of smoke, asked how you were getting on with quitting. Non-committally, you replied that you might stop next week, before heading outside for another well-earned smoking break.

Online Coaching

What do you think? Pretty nice huh. I've got a coach that's been helping me a lot too. Well, "had" might be more appropriate soon.

I was pretty out of shape before, ate the wrong things. A classic case. But I was too lazy to change anything. It was just easier to fantasize about swapping bodies and jerking off than actually try and lose weight. I'd fantasized about switching bodies with a hot jock for years but one night while doing my usual things... it just happened!

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn't stop admiring myself. And to be honest, it was so hot jerking off to my own reflection in the mirror. I was so hot now, but the thought of going outside was almost enough to give me a panic attack. I had no idea what to do with a body like this! My old body and I started messaging each other and of course I pretended to be as surprised as him. At the same time I also wrote to my Tumblr friends from before that I'd genuinely swapped this time. It took some convincing them, because we did a lot of role playing, but eventually they believed me from the pics I was sending them.

Day one was really something. Jerking off my new cock to my new reflection, flexing the whole time, feeling so light and flexible without my usual extra baggage. And my friends finding me so hot now was an added bonus in our roleplay.

Day Two:

The next morning didn't feel so great. I felt so bloated and had a headache. Probably from the take-out I ordered. I felt like shit. I also felt really anxious for some reason. Like I needed to move. I felt cagey, like I was trapped indoors. So I did something I'd never done before. I went out for a run before breakfast. I think that's what people call fasted cardio? Anyway, I felt a lot better afterwards. Somehow I managed to clear my head a bit, you know?

After I've got home, jerked off to my sweaty reflection and smell and showered, I messaged my old body and told him I needed his help to keep this body in shape. At first he outright refused, but I managed to convince him that if we were ever able to swap back, surely he'd want his body to be in good shape. And that's how we started. He kinda took on the role of being my online coach and helping me with my workout plan, nutrition plan, tracking my macros, and of course, making sure my execution was correct. Of course he knew this body better than anything so he was perfect for the job... and motivated. I told him I needed to know exactly how to be like him so nobody would notice.

He told me what to wear and I headed down to the gym. I did the routine he told me to and showed him how I did the exercises, and he told me how to improve. I started off with "light" weights for this body, which got me some strange looks, but I just had to ignore them for now.

He gave me some really good advice and soon I was feeling more confident. Also, strangely, I really enjoyed it!

Two weeks later:

I'm really getting used to this workout routine! And the feeling is so nice too. I'm sticking with the nutrition plan and taking all my supps and drinking at least 5 liters of water each day. I must look like a proper gym bro now, eating out of boxes all the time, ha!

I asked him how he is doing in my body and he said fine. I said he could try and improve it while he is in there and he replied "Yeah maybe". I still write with my old friends and they told me he is talking with them too now. Apparently he's learning how to roleplay body swaps and possessions now too, which is kinda funny. They also told me that he said he'd gained some weight. Not sure why he kept that from me though.

Overall, I'm still enjoying it! I'm not jerking off in the mirror quite so much anymore - I think I've done it too often now that it's not sooo hot so I started watching some normal porn, which always does the trick ;).

Three months later:

What can I say? My old life seems so far away now. I'm still talking to my old body and he's still coaching me, but I don't know how much longer for. He's taught me everything I need to know about the gym and his life so I feel like I can easily go it alone, and probably do even better without him. It also feels kinda wrong now that I know he's made no progress with my old body and just got lazy. Makes no sense to take fitness advice from some fat slob. I still send him my form clips now and again, but now he just says it's all perfect.

Once he forwarded the clip back to me with "His shoulders are so hot! 🥵 You should steal his body" so I think it's pretty clear what he's doing with the clips now and who he's sending them to. I guess he loves a body swap now... and my body turns him on. Kinda sick when you think about it.

So yeah, this is my life now. Thinking of quiting my job and doing a Personal Trainer qualification. I'd easily be able to do that and get loads of clients. I really wanted to push myself this year so I've also entered a competition but not told my old body. How do you think I'm looking?

Also, I'm still talking with my old body swap friends but I don't reply much. I'm actively turned off by body swaps now so we don't have so much in common anymore. I muted the conversations with them because it just kinda got annoying when they asked for pics and stuff. Kinda regret telling them about the swap now so hope they'll get the message soon and leave me out of their weird fantasies.