Beware Of Poppers!

Beware of Poppers!

My last hook up really changed my life. I know that sounds that an exaggeration, but hear me out. I was chatting with this guy and talking about what we like. Interestingly he had vers top 80:20 in his profile and I had vers bottom 80:20 in mine. After a while chatting, we agreed to meet and flip fuck. He seemed a little kinky which turned me on. We agreed that I would start as bottom and then at some point change the dynamic the other way. He seemed pretty turned on by that idea. I’d also bought some poppers labelled “Top” and “Bottom” a few weeks ago from a pop up store that I wanted to try.

I turned up and his apartment and we individually got to it. He stripped me down and forced my mouth onto his cock. He also stripped out of his clothes and he picked me up and throw me onto the bed. He was really strong which turned me on so much. I fought slightly and managed to run quickly to my bag to grab the poppers. Before he could do anything, I stuck the “Bottom” poppers to his nose and he inhaled deeply. I did the same with the other bottle. This was the planned cue to switch things up a little. “Get on the bed, boy” I commanded. It was funny because I was stick thin and he was really well muscular. “Bend over and keep sniffing!” I said to him, He played along as I started to fuck him. We continued fucking and sniffing and all the while I felt more and more powerful and ploughed him harder. I noticed he’d stopped sniffing and so commanded him to continue. He did so. He started complaining that I was too big in him. I told him to shut the fuck up. I just needed to climax in him to make it stick. And that’s exactly what I did. I pinned his ass to me as I erupted with an almighty orgasm. He tried to pull away but I held him there. The fact that I could easily pin him just made me cum even harder. I knew what was happening, but he didn’t.

I let him go and he rolled over. We saw each other again for the first time as I looked down on him. He still looked like me. Only a little smaller still. And cuter.

“How does it feel to be a total bottom?” I asked, gloatingly. He froze, trying to process why he was looking up at himself. “You see, those poppers weren’t just for enjoyment. They made us into what we are now.” I stood up and looked for his underwear. I picked up his shorts, gave them a sniff and pulled them over my new cock. Then the same with the socks, sniffing and putting them on before throwing myself on the couch opposite the bed. “80:20 is too much hassle. I wanted to be 100% something. So I took your 80% and gave you mine. Damn. I never want to be fucked again. Just doesn’t seem right, ya know? How about you? Wanna fuck someone?” I could see him considering it, before shaking his head. “Exactly. You're gonna love it!” I caught his glance looking at my feet. “Hey, face is up here kid”

Then the cogs started turning in my mind. “Ohhh I see… got a little foot fetish have we? Yeah I do too. Or at least did. Yeah not sure it’s my thing anymore. But the idea of seeing you sniff them is making me hard again. Fuck. Haha” He tried to conceal a smile. “You wanna sniff your old feet boy?” He nodded and grinned “Fuck yeah, you’re gonna be such a good fuckboi.” I said, rubbing my cock through my shorts, already ready for round two. I had best grab my new phone later and change that to “Top only”

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.

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.

Legal Exchange

As a lawyer, you sometimes have to leave your principles at the door and just do your best to represent your client. But when you’re driven by money, that’s not necessarily a problem. My client was the head of a big gang, but I only represented his legitimate interests. He called me in to his office to discuss a new line of business, though I really did have to draw the line at that. You see, I’m always looking out for number one and although expanding my legal work into the more “gray” areas of his business would be lucrative, it could also land me in hot water. 

He took the whole thing surprisingly well. He’s not a man that’s easy to say no to. He said he’d thought I would decline and that he already had a plan B and that he’d make sure he got his requirements covered but still keep me in the job. I was relieved. So relieved in fact that I started to get light headed. And then for some reason I passed out. 

When I woke up again, I was half naked and no longer in my client’s office. The reflection of one of his gang members met me in the mirror.

Another gang member opened the door to the room and broke my gaze of horror at my new reflection “Come on Diego, stop checking yourself out and get dressed, boss wants to see you!” I did as told and got dressed and followed him to the office. When I walked in, I saw myself in there! I didn’t dare react, fearful of what the consequences may be to disappoint my client more.

“Of course, boss. I mean, sir, I would love to represent your additional interests in any way I can” the imposter replied.

“Good.” Replied my former client from behind his desk. “ That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. You’re going to be a very rich man.” My former body grinned. “Then let’s get you initiated.” With that, he waved a hand to call someone in and a gang member with a tattoo gun entered. The imposter took off his jacket, tie and shirt and prepared to be given the gang tattoo, forever branding my (former) body with the mark of the gang. My body looked so pleased once it was finished. Internally I was mortified.

“Welcome to the inner circle, Hank” the gang’s leader said. “Let me introduce you to Diego, I’d like him to be your personal assistant for whatever you need. I am sure he will be very accommodating to any request. He has learned of the consequences of saying “no” to his superiors.

As my body was getting dressed again, he starred at me with an intense and penetrating look. “Hello Diego. I can see we’re going to get on just fine. Believe it or not, I used to be just like you. He let out an evil laugh. “You’ll refer to me as boss from now on, okay?” He then clicked his fingers.

“Yes boss!” I replied. Almost instinctively. 

“Good. And remember I am the lawyer here, I am the one that knows the law inside and out, not you. You’re just here to run errands, a lowly gang member.” He clicked his fingers once more.

“Alright, I got it, boss, no need to make me feel dumb or shit” I replied with a heavy accent. My posture also changed. Not sure why I was standing like some uptight white dude.

“Good. Now, next week is my first big case. Why don’t you go and pay our compliments to his lawyer later today. Would be a shame if he were to miss the court case because of him being in the hospital…” My new boss told me.

Sometimes I wish that bastard would just tell me what he wants and not speak in such confusing ways to make me feel like an idiot, but I’m pretty sure I know what he wants me to do. I let out a laugh “huhuhu, sure thing boss” I click my knuckles and get ready for some action.

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.

Workout Obsession

For as long as I could remember, I wanted a nice big round peachy bubble butt. And I think you’ll probably say, I’ve not done too badly.

But to me it still seemed small. I wanted bigger, but I’ve just plateaued, and no matter what kind of butty workouts I do, I just can’t seem to get it any bigger. Every night before going to sleep, I wished to have a big booty like those bodybuilding guys in the gym.

One morning, after having such a deep sleep I woke up and it was already 2pm. Shit! How did that happen?! But crawling out of bed, I quickly realized something was up. I was huge! All over! What a disaster - I’ve spent so much keeping my frame as twinky as possible, yet big in the right places, but now I was some brute. Looking around to find some clothes, I noticed that my old stuff had been replaced by larger sportswear. I threw on some gym clothes that I could find. And that’s when I realized how tricky it was to get the shorts on. And then I caught sight of my ass. It was beautiful.

I had to document this moment. I also did a bicep pose, which I have never done in my life, but I really didn’t care. Just felt right.

But you want to know the weirdest thing? It was kind of an anticlimax. Now that I have it, I’m kinda not interested in it anymore. I just want to get bigger overall. Work on my lats and get my back wide af. It also seems wrong to let someone fuck me now too. Previously I wanted guys to ogle over my butt, but now, I’m kinda more turned on by ploughing guys smaller than me. It’s funny. Before all this I couldn’t understand why it was those top guys that had the roundest butts. And now I am just perpetuating the stereotype.