Permanent Exchange Student

Permanent Exchange Student

“What’s wrong? I thought this is what you wanted… At least you don’t have to worry about applying for a visa anymore. Which means we can be together no problems!”

“Yeah, it is what I wanted. To be with you. But what if I want to go home? I’d need a visa to get into the US now...” Jake was still getting used to the changes. He wasn’t expecting that his exchange semester would end in him permanently staying in Taiwan. He fell in love, and they do say you do crazy things when that happens. With his student visa running out and his flight home imminent, his heart led him to do something he never expected.

Looking in the mirror, he examined his new reflection. His body wasn’t bad at all, albeit considerably shorter than he was used to. He still filled out his underwear nicely, contrary to popular stereotype.

The sounds of the toilet flushing broke his gaze into the mirror and his former body returned to the room. The over 6-foot-tall caucasian re-entered the room. Its new inhabitant was keen to emigrate to the US, but until now had lacked the means to do so. He began getting impatient. “You give me English and accent now!” He demanded, in a voice and accent that was totally unbefitting of his physical appearance. 

Jake got up from the bed and went towards his former body. The second phase of the ritual needed to take place soon after the first. After the smoke cleared, Jake turned to his boyfriend and said “我认为现在我们说普通话会更容易”

“Shit man, I didn’t get a word of that!” spoke the new Jake, clearly and concisely with no hint that he’d only learned bits of English later in life. “I can’t wait to sail through the border checks, no questions asked on my way ‘home’. And I’m gonna love calling this body home too.” He said, while talking into the mirror. The former Jake didn’t quite understand everything he’d said, but he got the gist of it.

Soon, the new Jake left for the US and the couple sighed a breath of relief that the ordeal was over and that they would be able to stay together. The new Li Jun spoke with his boyfriend about heading out for dinner to celebrate. The latter suggested his favourite burger joint, but actually, Li Jun was really craving some noodles today.

Dad Bod Fetish

My boyfriend always had a bit of a fetish for those dad bods. You could tell by scrolling through his Insta feed and see what types of profile he followed. We were both young, so it was never more than just a fantasy, but still it was on his mind. Besides, he loved the sight of my ripped abs, so I wasn’t worried about him cheating or whatever.

When We went for the weekend to Hotel Fantasia though, things took a bit of a change. On the first day, he treated me to a spa appointment. I was kinda bummed that the gym access was not included in our package, but he promised to make it up to me with a special massage package that would loosen up my muscles - after all, your body needs a break even now and then. I was apprehensive, because a sports massage is not the most relaxing experience, but somehow, after 10 minutes of the aromatherapy, subtle music and gentle massaging of my back while face-down on the massage table, I must have drifted off. 

“It’s time to wake up now, sir” I heard. Wow, I was totally out of it. I felt like I slept for hours! Rolling over, my whole body did feel much less tense and supple, but quickly I saw why - my abs were gone and I was hairy! “Enjoy your look, sir. I’ll let you get dressed in private. Clothes are in that closet over there.” I was speechless. This was all planned? I stood up from the massage table and went to check out my reflection. I was certainly much taller than before. And bulkier. And older! I looked at least 10 years older than before. So much was different, I couldn’t get my head around it. Previously, I could barely grow fuzz on my face, and now I had a full blown beard and a hairy chest!. I put my hands around my belly and I could wobble the layer of fat around my waist. I wasn’t huge, but this wasn’t the 8% body fat I was used to. And the elephant in the room, in more ways than one, was my cock! My new trunk hung long and low. I guess this wasn’t all bad. I need to go and find my boyfriend and ask him what the hell he was thinking. 

I went to get dressed, but quickly realized my clothes didn’t fit me. My old boxers got stuck around my thighs and no way they could comfortably stretch around my new waist.  Remembering the closet in the corner, I went to check it out. The clothes were not inspiring, and made me look old. Some baggy checkered boxer shorts, unfitted jeans, and a nondescript t-shirt. A world away from my usually fitted, sporty attire that allowed me to show off my young physique. These new clothes put comfort above style and hid my full figure more. Although, there was a slight outline of my belly pressing against the t-shirt. I looked kinda old in this stuff, but, it’ll do. 

I found my boyfriend Chad waiting outside. “What the fuck did you do?” I asked him. He face lit up when he saw me, and he started examining my body. He looked me up and down and ran his hand over my chest.

“Hellooooo, Daddy!” He replied lustfully. My cock twitched at his response. I was slightly annoyed at him ignoring the question, but seeing his face, and how turned on he was, was disarming. I suppose I could go along with this for a bit. He explained how this weekend could be some time off from my workout schedule and I could just let go for a while. It was tempting. And I was starving. We went to the restaurant and a beer and some chicken wings appeared almost immediately. I wasn’t a big drinker, but I politely accepted. Man, it tasted so good. It tasted different somehow - maybe my new taste buds. But I just wanted more. And the wings! Again, on my normal macro-based diet, I would never have dreamed of something so fatty, but they’re delicious! And I swear I could eat about twice as much as before. Meanwhile, Chad just watched me devour the food and beer while he sat there sipping a vodka soda. 

Things then escalated quickly. I don’t quite know what happened, but within the space of a few short minutes, we went from the bar, to being naked in our hotel room fucking. I have never seen him so turned on before, and being in this larger, stronger body made it much easier to manhandle him. My cock penetrated him deeper than before and him calling me daddy just made me harder and harder. He told me I was 12 years older than him now, and I came right inside my boy. Afterwards, we cuddled. He said I was much comfier to rest his head on. When I was all muscle, it wasn’t so comfy, but now I was well padded. He also said it was hard now to cuddle with me - now I weighed down the mattress more, he couldn’t help but roll over onto me. He stroked my belly and suggested we ordered some room service. Beer and pizza. Anything would think he’s trying to fatten me up.

The next day, we went to the pool and he took some photos. I sucked my gut in a bit, but he noticed and laughed at me. Maybe I will book him a spa treatment for this afternoon too...

Mission Swappable

They kidnapped me and my brother and had tied us up good. I tried to fight back but it was no use! I was secured well and hooked up to some freaky life support machine. God knows what they had planned. This was the worst timing - just before starting a top secret mission for the U.S. Government. Once they found out about this, I’ll be compromised and not allowed to continue. I could hear my captors talking in Russian, and then the machine started and it started  to pump out blood from my body and into the attached tubes. It wasn’t long until I passed out from the blood loss.

I don’t know how long I was out. I could hear one of the guys with a thick Russian accent saying my name.  “... Antony Lowery… Antony Lowery… My name Antony Lowery…” My sight was still blurry, but I could see a fellow Marine in his uniform stood nearby. Relief washed over me - they must have found me! As my sight got crisper, the relief turned to dread as I saw what looked like my reflection, but was actually an imposter, looking exactly like me! “My name Antony Lowery” my body repeated, still with a thick accent. They’ll fool no one with that! But the more he repeated it, the more convincing it became. Soon he was sounding more and more American, and picking up my mannerisms. MY cheeky smile. 

He looked my way and came over to me “Oh hey bro, didn’t see ya there!” he joked, as if all this was totally normal. 

“I’m not your bro.” I whispered, still very weak. 

“Sure you are, Finn, you’re my big bro!” It was then that I caught a glimpse of my forearm and recognized a tattoo that I’d seen my brother get. Could it be? Was I… now in my brother’s body? “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret, Finn.” My body leaned closer to me “I am YOU now. But we still have your brother here. If you want to keep him safe, you’ll take his place and help me blend right in, got it?” I nodded gently “That’s my bro! Always out there supporting me!”

It was scary how good an impression of me he did. Even in private. He seemed stronger than I ever was, and it was also intimidating that I’m smaller than I used to be. I try to play along the best I can, and smile through the pain, but sometimes it’s hard to keep a brave face when your own body is being used to infiltrate a top secret program.

Swap Kink Accepted!

“Yea, Worship your former muscles babe! Fuck these arms are huge. And rock solid. And now they’re MINE. Mmmm yes, feel them. Feel how strong I am now. How does it feel to be so skinny now? I bet you haven’t weighed so little in years!”

“No, babe...I feel so tiny in your body.”

“Not gonna lie, babe, at first I thought this swap kink of yours was pretty weird, but now that I’m in your body, FORMER body, I am already loving it. I always loved your muscles and your cock, but now that they’re mine, I love them even more. I know you’re a modest guy, but I think people will start noticing a big change. Can’t wait for people to notice. The thought of them calling me narcissistic, self-absorbed, ‘douche’ makes me so hard. And you’re gonna worship me too, right? Of course you are. That’s what you wanted, bitch. To take everything that was yours and make it mine. And I’m never giving it back, babe--feels too good. Hell, I think I’m gonna invite some other guys over to worship along with you. Hope you can keep up with them.

Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side?

This is harder than I expected. I guess you don’t realize what you have until it’s gone. I always wanted to be a jock type. More than anything. I gave up my comfortable life to live like a real man. Now though, I’m working 12 hour shifts for nearly minimum wage. Money is tight and there’s not much time for working out. Some days I really have to force myself because I’m so tired from work. 

But it’s not all bad. Last weekend I met up with my old body. I ordered the cheapest beer on the menu and he ordered some over-the-top cocktail. He seems to be fitting right into his new highlife. I can’t believe how tiny I used to be. I could see him looking up at me in awe though. As he looked at me, his eyes kept flicking from shoulder to shoulder. I guess I am pretty broad now. Was a nice feeling for someone to appreciate my physique. It was a brand new feeling for me. I did a little pec bounce to entertain him too. 

We exchanged tips about each other’s lives. You see, while I was jealous of manly men, he was jealous of rich kids with an easy life. I explained to him how to manipulate his family to get more money out of them, where to shop, how to flaunt his entitlement and belittle people. He wanted to become the spoiled rich brat in every way. He explained to me how to act more alpha, more aggressive. He complimented me on not having showered after the gym, manspreading at the table and talking in a low rumble but short sentences and simple words. “Yeah, I’m not some entitled pussy like you. I could fuck you up really bad you know” I snarled at him and flexed a bicep.

“Ha, you dare touch a hair on my head and my Dad’s lawyers will fuck you up so much worse, big boy.” He retorted. We both smiled, content in our own ways.

Moving Up--part 2

Michael’s POV (Part 2)

“Miguel!” Michael heard, not at all recognizing the voice. He opened his eyes to find himself in the rundown living room of some old lady. Confused, he looked down to see muscular, tanned arms and tattoos. He had to be dreaming. That must be it. But the longer he sat there, the less it felt like a dream. New memories entered his head. His name was Miguel now and his plan was to stop the new development project. He felt the anger at it, the anger at his former self. For the first time in his life, he felt some guilt. The woman told him to rest for another few hours to acclimatize. She sounded calm and caring, so he followed her advice.

Later on, he returned to his new apartment. It was basic, and the whole thing was about the size of one of his mansion bathrooms. From his memories, he knew what the plan was. The former Miguel would be in his body, kill the project and then return. He wasn’t at all sad about the project being terminated. He saw now what damage it would cause. Therefore, he knew he’d just have to wait patiently for Miguel to return and then he could go back to his own life. He chilled about the apartment, as if it were a holiday home. It was nice to have no work to do for a change. And Miguel had no job, so he could just chill the whole time until he got back. 

Miguel also had a nice body. It was a new experience to admire someone else’s body from the inside, but he enjoyed it. He found some weed in the dingy kitchen, and expertly rolled and lit it up. This was the most chilled he’d been his whole life!

A few days later though, the eviction teams started arriving. The new Miguel realized what had happened. He saw his old body far in the distance watching the spectacle. “Miguel” felt the anger of the evictions and having lost his own life. He started running towards “Michael,” before some security tackled him down. The tables had turned.

Now jobless and soon to be without a home, and with all his money spent on the body swap, Miguel needed to think fast to get some cash. He needed a smoke to calm down. He’d ran out of weed though and went to try and bum some off the local dealer. He declined, but did offer him an opportunity.

Miguel started working with them. First, running small errands, but quickly advanced. He had retained some of his business acumen and saw so many inefficiencies and opportunities to optimize distribution. It didn’t take all that long for the  new Miguel to work his way right up to the top. Experiencing what it was like to be worthless and powerless, he was motivated by wealth, power and influence. He had to make some tough decisions and get rid of some people to take over and grow the organization to be the most powerful drug gang in the city, but that’s the price of doing business.