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New Lease On Life

My life has changed so much over the years. I had to change my plans.

I was going to college and entered the police academy.

I barely got started when I got pulled out. It wasn't something I did. It's what happened to my parents. They were in a serious car crash. My mother was killed right then in there. My father cling on to life for many years.

I had to drop out of the police academy. And now I took over the family business. I didn't want anything to do with this. I had other plans. But with the shape my father was then I had no choice. It was a guaranteed income.

I knew how everything worked at the company. I worked there to pay for school. But as you know, I had bigger dreams for myself.

My father couldn't work anymore.So I had become the bread winner of the family. Saving the family business from closing how pay the bills.

My father hung on for years. Am I dreams of becoming a police officer fading away.

When my father did finally pass. It was my life now. I got a good price for my father business. Besides the life insurance policy and other things he left me.

I even sold the family house. It was way too big for me. And I wanted a new life.

It was when I was cleaning out my father's safe. It's when I found out the truth.

I finally understood why. I didn't feel like I fit in. I didn't look like either one of my parents. It was that envelope full of papers that held the truth.

I was adopted.

They explain a lot of things. I couldn't understand my whole life. What surprise me is he never told me.

There was a lot of information there. Where I was really born. And the name of my birth parents. Their signatures on the forms.

My birth certificate was inside that packet. The name of the hospital. A lot of information was found that day.

Since I sold everything. I decided to go back to go back. To see what I could find. See who I really was.

I found a little studio apartment to rent not too far away. I wasn't sure how long I was gonna stay. So I was on a month a month.

I'm standing right outside.The courthouse where all the records are kept.

Right next store joining is the police station.

They are both quite impressive buildings.

A gentleman stepped out of the courthouse. A bunch of reporters started calling to him.

He seemed to be some police detective. I guess some big cases being tried in court.

The bigger surprises he looked just like me.

Detective Davis. I heard being called out.

Davis?

I put on my sunglasses and a baseball cap.So I wouldn't stand out and look just like him.

I moved in closer for even a better book.

I couldn't believe it. I will just like him. What's his first name?I kept thinking somebody called it out.

Then I heard one of the reporters called out Randall.

Detective Randall Davis. I wrote his name down so I wouldn't forget.

Keeping my sunglasses on and my baseball cap, I headed inside. I found the sign. Tell me where the records were located.

I walked up to the counter, and I saw a young man standing there. I pulled out the pack of papers. And I showed him my birth certificate. Am I adoption papers.

It says my birth parents are here. Is it possible to find out any information on them.

He goes let me check something first.

He typed in my birth father's name. Unfortunately your father had passed already. The same is true with your mother. I'm sorry.

I asked him if there's any records that I can read so I can at least learn something about them.

Since both members of the family have passed , he didn't see any harm in it.

Unfortunately, most records are still on paper form. He told me to follow me and we went down and another two flights of stairs.

He turned on the lights, and it was an old damp musty basement. Rows and rows of boxes.

He looked at me and said, "You're gonna have to do some digging. I would help you but i'm the only one up there. "

He gave me some information on where to look. That all records must stay here. There's a few computers over there. Is along with a copy machine and a printer.

I can't believe he's leaving me alone down here. There is guy a few floors up, who looks just like me.

This thing's getting crazy.

I knew I was on the right track when I found my birth parents' marriage license. Then, I found a copy of my birth certificate. Wait! there's two here. Randell Steven Post. So weird. His last name is Davis.

I went over the computer and says. I hope this information's in here. I don't want to be digging through boxes.

I typed in Randall Stephen Post. And up popped up adoption records. Martha and Lawrence Davis. His adoptive parents. I hit print on everything.

I pulled out my birth certificate. I type the name that was on there. Michael David Post. I couldn't believe it. It's exactly the same. He my twin brother. I had printed everything there, too. I have complete copies of both our birth records.

Next, I typed in his name. As I heard the reporters call out.

Randall Michael Davis.

Since he grew up in the town, it made it easy.I had everything . The file was huge.

I certainly couldn't print it all out.

But I was able to break it into parts and email it to myself. After everything was sent I deleted those emails from this end.

I can't believe that police detective upstairs as my twin brother. We had the same dreams. Looking for him , he was able to achieve his. I barely got into the police academy.

A dug threw as much as I could and i found what I could. I put the room back in order. And I had it back upstairs.

I put on my sunglasses and baseball cap. I don't want to be confused with my brother Randy. He He.

I sat outside the two buildings. Since the courthouse and police station were next to each other. Msybe I get spot my brother again.

It was early in the morning. I saw a young police officer about my size walk past me. He was talking on his cell phone. He said he was headed home. He works three extra long shifts. Just got the next three days off. It's gonna spend most of it's sleeping.

I'm thinking. Maybe you should take a nap right now.

I started following him and sizing him up.

He looked about the same size as me.

He walked past the parking garage. An entire wooded area. I don't know it came over me. But I was able to knock him out with one blow.

I figure dress as a police officer.I could wander the building a lot more undetected than just a civilian in a leather jacket.

I want crazy and I stripped him naked. I took off my own clothes and put on his uniform right down to his socks and underwear. I'm going all the way. Soon I stood over the unconscious.Police officer wearing hus uniform right down to his boots.

I hid his naked ass into the brush. If he's as tired as he is. He'll be sleeping for a while.

I headed back inside.

I found the walls sign. I found my brother's name. 317 was his office number. And I headed that up.

It was funny.Nobody looked at me twice. It had to be the uniform.

I saw the door. 317 and his name painted across. Detective Randall M. Davis.

He wasn't in there, but the door was unlocked. Enough sunlight was coming through the blinds. I didn't have to turn on any lights. I'll find the photo with my brother in his police uniform. Judging how it looked and must have just started.

There were pictures on the wall showing how we moved up through the ranks.

I can't believe how much he looks just like me.

I sat down in his computer and then I'll make it turned down. Facial recognition. Damn thing thinks i'm him.

Show the list of files of cases he's working on.

I also noticed it was a camera. I know something about computers.And I can use this to my advantage. I set it up So I could also access his camera and the Microphone. on his computer from mine. Some firewalls are not that great.

I started looking around the office. Is going through drawers. Then I opened this one closet door. There must have been six suits in there with shirts and ties. Shoes and socks stuffed inside.

There's the on he was wearing the other day. Right outside the courthouse.

I went over and locked the office door.

I stripped out the stolen cop uniform and put out my brother's suit.

It was like it was made for me. I remember seeing an extra badge case in the drawer. And another set of keys. There is a key that unlocks the gun safe. He has here in his office. How many guns is one guy need.

There was a wall mirror next to the door. I was checking myself out. I looked just like him. That day, I first saw him.

Seeing myself as a police detective.

I looked around the room.I saw a large duffle bag. I put the cop stolen uniform inside.

I make sure everything else was put away the back the way it was.

Posing as my brother. Without really knowing him. My heart was beating really fast.

I opened the office door. I was dressed as my brother. I headed for the back stairs.Hopefully, not to run in anybody. Especially when i'm carrying a duffle bag with another cops uniform inside.

I made it out of the building. It was headed towards the parking garage. Just like the other police officer. I slept around the side.

You still are cold. I am unzipped the bag. I started dressing him back into his uniform. Easier said than done. It was a lot easier taking it off and putting it on.

I'm hoping I got everything back in the right place.

I found my own clothes that I hid, and I put them in the duffle bag.

I looked around, and nobody was near.

I had to carry this cop. I can't drag him. I'll scuff the hell out of his shoes.

I found a bench next to the parking garage, and I put him down. Pretending to be my brother. I started bringing the cop around.

Since I was in hus uniform I knew his name. You have to know a guy's name if you're going to wear his underwear.

Acting as my brother.I asked him if he was ok. I found him passed out on the beanch.

The look of confusion on his face was something. He doesn't even know how we get there. He says he remembers talking on his cell phone. As soon as he hung up, he blacked out. There's a pain in his shoulder like something hit him.

Man, you have been working too much. I know you have the next few days off. You need them to rest.

If this cop only knew. I'm the one who knocked him out and stripped. I'm the one in his uniform just so I could find my brother's office.

He got up and started on his way back home.

I headed back to the studio apartment. When I got there, I took off my brothers suit. And hung it in the closet.

I sat down on my computer and started reading the files I emailed over.

Both my brother and I were put up for adoption at our birth. His family stayed here.

The file show our Parents are our adoptive both pasted on.

I started to read up as much as I could on my brother. I learned as much about him as I could.

I already passed for him once. I would like to try it again.

This time, I was outside his apartment. I watched him leave for work. And I headed inside. One thing I had that wasn't in my police training was how to pick locks.

I did a basic look around before.I started really searching his apartment. Alll the photos. That could be me in those photos. From the police academy m, working his way up through the ranks.

I walked into his bedroom and into his closet. I couldn't help but I had to take off my clothes and try his suits and other clothes.

I pulled out another one of his suits and put it on the bed. I found the shirt and tie that he wore with it from photos I seen.

I jumped into his shower. It was still steaming from him. Use it as products.

I even used this razor. By the time I was done. I looked and smelled just like him. I walked into the bedroom and opened the drawer and pulled out a pair of boxer briefs. That a pair of socks. I got myself dressed as my twin brother. I went over to my clothes. There, I pulled out the badge.I acquired from my brother's office along with a gun.

If anyone would see me right now , they see me as the Police Detective, Randall Michael Davis.

I grabbed my phone and went back into his bathroom and took photographs of everything used. I'm gonna be passing myself off at my brother.I going be my brother.

I went back into his closet and found another suitt, shirt, and tie.

This will make three suits of his I now have. I grab some casual clothes to that i've seen in photos.

I found the box by the back door and I put everything inside.

I went into his home office. Facial recognition again. I was into his system.It's pretty much a copy of what's on his desk. But there was more personal stuff also in here. One thing I could say is that i'm a computer hack. I set it up.I can get into my brother's computer for my own.

Going through the desk, I found another key to his apartment.

It made sure everything looked the same way as it did. When I left.

I took the box back to my studio apartment. Then I headed to the drug store. I purchased all the same products my brother uses.

I'm going to be a perfect copy. As I study him.

From his home computer I could see into his apartment. I can watch him getting dressed in the morning. Eating is breakfast. I can even see what he is wearing to work.

One day, I decided to dress the same way so I could rome the police station and courthouse. Within this complex, nobody can tell there's two of us in the building right now. I was really learning the building. Putting faces to names.

Nobody could tell the difference between my brother and myself.

Well I am wearing his clothes, badge and gun.

I even talked to a few people about cases as reading his files that night on the computer.

There's times he's in the office, and i'm at his home. Or the other way around. I seem to pull being my brother off pretty well.

I wonder if he's noticed the changes that made in a few files that he made an error. My brother's life seems to be more luck than skill. It seemed to be smarter than him, too. I mean, another man's walking around as you. Dressed in your clothes. Posing as a police detective. . I have been in your home and office, and you don't even notice.

This game has been going on for 3 months now.

One day I was posing as my brother walking through the police station. I decided to go downstairs. I found an old evidence room.

My brother seems to have a pass key.

I found an area of confidence drugs. Besides the street kind are basically anything and think of.

It's when I found a brand new package of syringes. I found viles of different kinds of Sedatives and knock out drugs.

I think it's time for me to have some fun. I sent my brother an anonymous message. The kind of would get him into a private secluded area. The back alley by my studio apartment.

I kind of set my brother up.

It's when he saw my face he freaked out.

I said you're the great police detective. And you didn't even know you had a twin brother. The records are in the building where you work. Our birth parents had twins. I'm the older one here , your the younger one. Like I said the records are right in your own building. Or what people would think to find out you didn't know you had a twin brother. The great police detective Randall Michael Davis . You didn't even notice suits missing from your closet. Your extra badge and gun missing. Because. I've been using them posing as you.

He didn't see me moving in closer with every step. Until it was too late. I was able to get the syringe into his neck. And I unloaded everything into him.

Then, I dragged his unconscious body into my studio apartment.

I stripped my dear brother naked of all his clothes And proceeded to get dressed as him. I then tie him down to the bed.

Putting a gag in his mouth in case I wasn't around when he wakes up.

All the windows are covered. And I changed all the locker. I never really see the landowners.I don't think I have anything to worry about.

I headed out the back way now, posing as my brother now that he's presently tied up.

I can't believe it. I pulled it off. I'm standing here. I'm wearing my brother's suit. Wear his police badge and gun.

I always wanted to be on the police force. And here's my chance.

Every morning I come by and check on him. Making sure he stays out of it. Also at night.

I've been posing as my brother from mostly a month now. Nobody seems to notice the difference. I did get a big compliment from the chief a police.

What came over me. I seem to be more on my game than ever.

If you only knew.

I did pick up a few ivs out of a local hospital. I have to keep my brother nourished.

He's been sedated so long as muscles are beginning to fade.

The funniest thing is i'm doing a better job. I've actually got commodations for my work. Dinner with the chief and the mayor.

Things in my department have not been running smoother. Seems my dear brother didn't have it all. That I seem to.

I think the wrong child was adopted by the wrong parent. But I think I have it all straightened out now.

A few months ago is my brother's face in the paper. But now it's mine. They think i'm him, but they don't know. Everyone has a little secret.

After a shift 1 day I stood over my brother.The look on his face seeing me there wearing his suit. I was telling him about my promotion. How much things have changed in the departments since I took over.

I didn't know why i'm keeping you here. You've turned into a smelly mess.

They hair on your head his way too long.Along with the beard on your face. Your muscle tone is pretty much been drained from your body from keeping you here. And god knows what kind of mental state you're in.

I stepped over to the dresser , the loaded , another syringe. This was a mixture of everything that was up there. Showing the syringe as full as possible.

I stepped over to him and sat next to him. I turned his head away as I injected his juggular. His body convulsed for a little bit, and then he went to sleep.

I took a trash bag and I inserted my brother's body inside. Wrapping it in duct tape.

Late in the evening, I returned. I removed his body And placed it in the trunk.

I had an area already prepared and waiting.

Remember, I am a police detective.I know how to do this properly.

The whole was quite deep. More than eight feet. I removed this body from the bag. I touched the bag in the hole first. And then tossed his body on top. I dumped a bag of chemicals on him. It started eating away.

I started dumping in dirt.

I was about four feet from the surface. A place a large dead dog's body on top. And started filling in the whole more. When I reached the top, I leveled everything out nicely. A planet a few endangered plants on top. Along with seeds of weeds and grasses It's nice weather. There should be covered quickly.

A clean the area up as if I was never there.

I returned to my old studio apartment. I got myself, and the place cleaned up and moved out. Like I was never there.

I moved into my brother's place. What am I talking about. I've been living there for months.

I saw it as there was only room for one of us. Since I was the better of the two, I should be the victor.

With a few months that have gone by since that night. No questions wherever come up since they never knew anyone other than myself. And I pretty much forgot about him

Enjoy being a police detective. It was always my dream.

TF Story Exchange: An Annual Holiday Swapmas

@bodyswapmischief​ Happy Holidays! I hope your season is going well and hope you enjoy this little story for your TF Story Exchange!

The holidays always get me a bit more emotional. Not in the sad or happy sense but the…. Romantic kind. You see last Christmas I remember drinking myself silly and waking up in my bed cold and alone. I realized all throughout that Christmas I didn’t get what I really wanted! Someone to share the holidays with! Someone to cuddle by a fire! Drink some spiced cider! Someone to love.

So a few days later I made it my New Year’s resolution to find someone! And well… that’s where my high expectations betrayed me… I’d seen him around my building for sure. The hottest man I could ever imagine. Sure he was older. Me being in my early 20s, who wasn’t! But his perfect beard, amazing muscles, tanned skin. He was just so buff and handsome… and I just knew I had to be with him.

It was no secret that this guy was seeing other men. Countless members of our apartment complex saw him working out at the local gym flirting with guys! But… he never seemed to look my way. Even when I see him during his day job as a delivery man!

I don’t really blame him for that. Me with a very average looking face, a little below average in height, and mildly overweight… it wasn’t exactly eye-catching material… And now… well now it’s the dead of winter and I’m just wondering…. How do I get him… my crush Axel, to notice me. If only I was someone that was more like him. Or someone he respected. I just want to be someone he loves.

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At this point Alex stopped writing in his journal. He was hoping that writing out all these intense feelings would help, but it didn’t. He simply balled up the piece of paper and through it in the fire! He thought staying at his friend’s cabin to get away from it all would help him focus, but he’s just stir crazy thinking about the handsome dilf in his building!

“I just wish… I just wish I could be with him…” Alex says somberly. With those words the fire began to crackle, and his journal entry blazed! The fire grew hotter and hotter and suddenly a soft yelp can be heard! Curious Alex approached just in time for a handsome man in a red suit to appear.

“Ho-ho- *cough couch cough*” the man tried to say. “Sorry. I usually make a cleaner entrance! Alex my boy, are you ready?” the man asks.

“WHAT THE HECK!!!!? Who are you!?” the young man screamed reaching for the fire extinguisher but realizing the man and his nice suite were not alight with flame.

“Oh sorry. I forgot you and I haven’t done this before. Just call me Nicky!” the handsome man said extending a hand.

Alex tentatively shook it not knowing what was happening, but glad this stranger seemed nice.

“Ok…. Nicky… what are you doing in this cabin? And how do you know who I am? I definitely think I’d remember meeting someone so… hot….” Alex wasn’t sure how to describe this man aside from his obviously handsome appearance and fiery entrance.

Though he responded with a warm smile. “I’m here to make your holiday wishes come true. I know. I know. I’m a little late. Was a bit held up with the last person I helped. But I’m here now and well… based on your note I’m just in time.”

With a flick of his wrist, he materialized Alex’s journal entry into his hands. Cinders and ash taking form into page before his very eyes!

“Oh! That wasn’t a note… I uh… well if you’ve read it, you already know and… wait! So, you’re like… magic then? You know stuff and… I mean you’re not S-” Alex begins to ask before the man laughs.

“Haha. We don’t use the S word for now. I guess you can call what I do magic. I know what people want each year and I do my best to give it to them! Yours is a classic story from what I remember.” The man says with a laugh putting on some spectacles. “Let’s see. Ah yes. I can see conviction. Drive. Aw. And love. The desire to be with another is always high this time of year. It’s my specialty you see. Anyway. I think I can help if you’re willing to accept my gifts.”

“Gifts? Wow… ok… but I mean if you know me… and my desires…. You know that it’s kind of a hard ask. Plus I don’t think I want a gift that just makes me fall in love with him. I want him… you know to choose to love me and be with me…”

The man smiles warmly once more at the young man. “Alex my boy. I understand. I do not have it within my power to make someone fall in love with you. Don’t worry about that. But I can offer you a new perspective on things, to find the love that you seek. So, what do you say? Out to try out my first gift?”

Nicky extends his hand happily. Alex looks out at this offer before him and smiles. “Yes! I… I made a resolution and I’m going to see It through!” He stretches out his hand and shakes.

The two men exchange smiles but Alex’s hand feels warm for a moment as he and nick begin to get sucked into the fireplace!

“Woah!!!!” Alex screams as he enters the fire and doesn’t hit brick but instead seems to be riding wave upon fiery wave into a fantastical realm of in betweens. Countless fireplaces all connected by some pocket universe where lanes of fire are all connected!

“Ah sorry about that. Always forget to warn you. This is how I travel around. Consider this place a city street with everyone’s fireplace being my front door. The smallest spark of heat allows me to travel to any new location.” Nicky explains

“That’s incredible. But why did you bring me here!” Alex asks confused.

“Right! Your gift. You see. I have three potential gifts I can give you! Each one will offer you a new perspective on being with that man you love. In order to give them to you we needed to travel here. See? Take a look!” Nicky walks him down this street of solid fire and begins to show him doorways into other locations. In some it shows families eating dinner! In others it shows men flexing in front of one another. Some people are making love! Others there are arguments to be beheld. Nick stops in front of one. It appears to be some kind of gym.

“This is the gym that Axel is a part of. He’s very close with the patrons there.” Nick explains.

“Yeah, I know. He brings some of them back to his apartment. I’ve seen it many times. But how’s this gonna help me get closer to him. Should I like… joint the gym or something?” Alex asks.

“In a manner of speaking.” Nicky says before pushing Alex through. Once again Alex tumbles through, feeling like he’s falling from the heated ceilings of the gym ventilation system and then falls further and futher… but not on his face… he’s sitting… on a piece of gym equipment… how’d he get there? He tried to get up but then realized there was something heavy on his legs. So, he pushed it out and saw two long dark-skinned legs extend from him. His eyes widened… as he liked the way this workout felt… and liked the way he looked. So, he kept doing it over and repeatedly till he felt it was sufficient. Muscle memory told him how to lock the weights in place as he finally panted.

“What the hell happened?”

Nicky appears in a cloud of warm air before materializing next to Alex. “I gave you some new perspective. The gym is where Axel is a lot and I dropped you into someone that is normally on his path. I believe your name is Ash! A fairly tall former athlete turned professional fitness personality. And very good looking if I do say so myself.”

Alex begins to stand, wobbling as he’s much taller than he was before. Not to mention much heavier and packed with muscle. His normal faint trace of hair on his chest is now smooth… and not to mention black! He admires his longer muscular arms as he feels power just by looking at them. Each step he takes feels heavier, but in complete control. His mind had a lot fog over it… harder to think… but he attributed that to the excitement in the moment.

“I… look amazing! But wait… if I’m in here. What happened to my old body?” Alex asks.

“HA! Forgetful me. I’m sorry. Let’s take a look.” Nicky opens a fiery window nearby and Alex sees his old body wake up off the floor and pat himself down confused! But with a smile on his face as he admires his below average body. “Looks like Ash is enjoying your body as well!”

Before Alex can ask why Ash was so happy in his meager body, the window closes. “But… how is this…. I mean. None of this seems possible but here I am. I couldn’t ask for a better gift I mean look at me. I mean I’m so much taller! Stronger! Hotter! Axel won’t be able to resist me now! Where is he? Maybe I can go say hi.”

Alex confidently strides around the gym. He loves flexing to himself, while catching his own reflection. Gym goers alike begin to admire him as well. A huge dude with obvious gains. What’s not to like? He can even feel his new cock stirring and he didn’t have to check to realize that was yet another part of his body that had grown. He wasn’t incredibly tall compared to some of the other guys at the gym. But looking some of these titans in the eye and them nodding back with respect filled Alex with a confidence he never knew he had.

Eventually he makes his way over to a corner where Axel is talking to some gym twink.Even just casually at the gym Axel looks amazing. His beard is so naturally manly and his muscles looked more pumped than ever. The confident grin of his crush makes Alex’s heart melt as he begins to approach him.

“Hey there Ash, good to see you again man. Love that pump you’ve got going. Leg day?” Axel asks.

“Yeah… I uh… got in a good workout…. Hey… I was wondering.” Alex begins.

“Haha yeah sweet man. Look I’m gonna go fuck this hot twink real quick, but if you’re down I’d be up for round 2 later. Love how you’re just like me man. Able to fuck hotties at the gym no strings attached.” Axel interrupts in such a cocky confident matter it leaves Alex stunned. He feels Axel’s hand pat his back as he walks back over to the twink flirting more and more.

The bewildered young man in a new body could not form a single word till Axel and his latest conquest left the gym floor.

“So, how’d it go? Your new body give you the confidence to say hi?” Nicky asked coming back towards the area sipping a protein shake.

“Not exactly… he… was happy to see me sure. But just as another fling. He just walked off with someone else and offered to hook up later. That’s not what I wanted though.” Alex says disappointedly. He catches his reflection once more. The big confident gym body looking so downtrodden didn’t seem natural on such a physique.

“No. I suppose it wasn’t. I know this first gift was meant to help you be more like him! I mean you can’t really go wrong with a big black body in my opinion. But hey. How about we try out your second gift. What do you say? Ready for round 2?” Nicky asks, once more out stretching his hand.

Alex gulps. He looks down at his big powerful chest. Not exactly wanting to say goodbye to this body, but knowing it wasn’t the right one for him. “Yeah. Let’s do it.”

The two once again joined hands and like being blown away, they were sucked right back into the heating vents. Feeling the intense heat compress all around his body wasn’t as jarring as the first time, but it was still disorienting. When Alex finally got back to his feet he realized… he was still in Ash’s huge built body!

“Whoa! I’m still buff! I assumed-”

“Oh! Thought you’d get your own body back? Not exactly. You’ll stay that way till we get through your gifts! Now lets see…” Nicky said beginning to peruse the long streets of fire, peering into one occasionally before moving on. Alex was able to confidently keep up with this guy’s strides with his more athletic frame till they came to a stop.

“Ah here we are!” Nicky proclaims as they step in front of a transparent door where Alex could see a nice bedroom inside.

“Someone’s room? Where is this place supposed to take me? This place looks a lot nicer than the gym I was just at.” Alex wondered aloud.

“Well it wouldn’t be a surprise if you knew exactly what your gift was gonna be. Go ahead. Open it up and find out.” Nicky offered.

Knowing he hadn’t been steered wrong yet, Alex simply nods and opens the door. This time feels flung through a chimney and into a fireplace. The hot coals shooting him right on to the bed… and experiencing incredible pleasure right away.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!!! Fuck me daddy! I’m so close!” Comes a cute voice from down below as Alex looks down to see the body of an early 20s lean male model writhing beneath him. Looking further down Alex is greeted by a big bulbous hairy muscle gut! With two huge arms attached to it holding down this twink and a bushy beard right beneath his eye line.

“Fuck!” Alex moaned in a deep baritone bass like voice. So, commanding and masculine it caused both him and the guy he was half inside to release their pleasure right in that moment. The big new Alex slides out of the young man. Each emphasized movement feeling like so much effort. Moving a huge new body is something Alex would have to get used to. The young man seems to have passed out from pleasure and he sleeps softly on the expensive sheets of the bed.

“Where the hell did you send me?” Alex growls in a voice a lot more intimidating that he intended it to be.

“Easy there big guy,” Nicky said coming in from another room. “I just sent you into a big bruiser of a guy. You can calm down. Your new name is Mark A. Rouse! Big business owner and all-around dominant man about town. Wonder how the big guy is enjoying his new body?” Nick says and with a flick of his hand the fireplace becomes a window.

Alex was expecting to see the cabin he’d started his journey in, but not the gym! It appears that Mark had gained Ash’s body in this exchange, but with a similar smile the man began to explore his new darker buff body and flexed to himself.

“Ha! Guess whoever is in Ash’s body likes to show off.” Nicky remarks.

Alex though is still surprised over his new body and what had just happened. “Wait a sec. So that Mark guy is in Ash’s body? And Ash is in mine? Aren’t you gonna put Ash back in his body!? I… I didn’t mean to displace so many people with my gift…. I mean he seems happy at least?”

“Don’t you worry about those guys my friend. You’ve got a new life to test out. You’re now about 6’6 and quite bulky. I think you weigh close to 322lbs? And you’ve got a voice that could shake a mountain.” Nicky explained.

For a moment Alex wanted to protest, but he couldn’t argue… there was like a horny haze still staining his mind… he had a huge body now… and Mark… he seemed to enjoy being Ash. Maybe there wasn’t anything to worry about! Alex began to nod at Nicky’s words and began to walk nude around his new place. It was like a mini mansion with expensive furniture and décor. Not to mention a nice bathroom where he finally found his huge self in the mirror. He was quite a bit older! Maybe late 30s early 40s… but his sheer size was impressive. Ash may have been a gym defined jock, but this guy was thick with a mix of fat and muscle that demanded strength. Not to mention he was hairy. From head to toe he could feel the bristle of ample body hair.  One look at his new body and Alex knew guys respected this man.

All this admiration was interrupted by a knock at the big house’s front door. Alex quickly found a robe that fit tightly on his body and approached. When he opened the door he was shocked! One to see Axel right there in a sweater over his delivery uniform, the other to be looking down on him!

“Heya Mr. Rouse, good to see ya.” Axel says. “Got your latest package right here.”

The surprised Alex took the package with one hand and said, “Thank Axel. Hey why don’t you come inside and relax a bit.” The deep voice booming out of Alex had the gym bro delivery man go week in the knees and blush. Could this be it? The body that Axel was the most into?

“Fuck. You know I can’t say no to you Mr. Rouse! But I got several more stops today. You know you’re the only dilf I bottom for, but I got a life to keep up. Gotta look out for #1 ya know? How about I send a few more twinks your way and then after the holidays we can go ham!”

Alex was stunned. Being turned down in this commanding body. He didn’t know what to say. So once again he said nothing and soon Axel had turned around to say goodbye before going off to his delivery van.

The big man was distraught. “Nicky! You bastard! What’s the matter with you.” Alex demanded.

“Keep it down foghorn. You’re gonna wake that sleeping guy in your room if you keep yelling. And that’s no way to treat someone who gave you such a nice gift.” Nicky says with a coy smile.

“Sorry. It’s just really hard to think… and I feel very… turned on right now. It’s… like a haze over my mind.” Alex says gripping his head in his huge hands.

“That’ll happy when you jump body to body. And hey. I’m sorry Axel wasn’t into you as the big dominating guy. But you’re beginning to see a pattern, right?” Nicky points out.

Alex is about to yell at him again when he begins to think. No matter what body Alex seems to be in… Axel still isn’t interested. Being a fellow gym bro just led to a fling. Being someone he feared and respected meant he was intimidated.

“Wait… it didn’t matter, did it? No matter what body I chose… Axel was always gonna be more into himself than me.” Alex realized.

Nicky began to slowly clap. “Well done Alex. I told you. These gifts were meant to grant you some perspective. And well. There you have it. Some people aren’t in a place to choose others. Doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. Just means they might not be right for you. At least for right now.”

The man’s warm smile made Alex’s heart feel all tingly, as he gave him a big bear hug.

“Gah! Too tight! Lighten up!” The two shared a laugh as Alex let him down. “Now. Alex. I do have one more gift for you to open up. Willing to see where self love gets you?”

Alex looked at Nicky’s outstretched hand.  “I see! This is gonna send me back to my body and in the cabin. Will I wake up and wonder if this was all in my head?” Alex asks.

“Only one way to find out.” Nicky said with his signature smirk.

With that Alex took Nicky’s hand and felt the wave of fires overtake them. They immediately appeared in the fiery lanes in between spaces and began walking down the streets. In this new big body, every step Alex took felt like he was shaking the solid fire beneath them. Soon they were approaching the familiar point they had originally entered through.

“Well… I guess this Is my stop, isn’t it?” Alex said looking back at the cabin and seeing Ash in his body beginning to have fun, drinking in his body and enjoying the cabin.

“Not quite.” Nicky said as they continued to walk away from the cabin and Alex’s body.

“What do you mean? My body is right there.” Alex tried to explain.

“Oh, but we’re not going there we’re going a few doors down.” Nicky said coldly.

“But… wait. I want to go back. I thought. You know? I learned my lesson. Self-love and all?” Alex complained.

Nicky then turned to him. A twisted smile now on his handsome face. “Oh? Well then enjoy all the self-love you can ask for.” Alex felt his big body rise surrounded by fire as he was flung into a door a few doors down.

“AH!” Alex wakes with a start. He was panting… in a bed… was this…. A dream? No… this wasn’t his bed… it was his apartment building? The room was similarly shaped… but this one was messy… gym clothes littered the ground… and… was that another person in the bed sleeping next to him? He tried to get up and slowly got to his feet. A mental haze clouding his mind as his cock throbbed. Pleasure… it was hard not to think about pleasure… about himself about… how hot he was… wait.. that was a new thought… but all of this was… he was in a cabin before… no… a gym… then… another bedroom with a twink… he was fucking him.. yeah that felt right… no… the cabin was him.. the cabin was real…

“Fuck why is it so hard to think?”  Alex said but stopped. That voice. So deep… so confident… cocky.. it wasn’t his… it was.. He ran to a nearby bathroom and gasped. Staring back at him was Axel! And the very sight of seeing that hot buff body… those cut abs and amazingly handsome face with perfect beard… got him hard again. Fuck he looked good…

“Nicky! What the hell man? Why… why am I Axel?” Alex asked… but no handsome red suited man appeared… just a whisper.

“You said you wanted to be closer… you said you learned self love… well… now you’re the man with the most self love in your life. Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy yourself. You always do.” Nicky’s voice said as if carried on the warm air of the apartment’s heater.

“What do you mean? And… fuck I’m so turned on… why is it so hard to think… just looking at myself?” Alex asked.

“A shame. Last time you figured this out. We do this same song and dance every year. You start out in Alex’s body. Then fall for Axel. Then I swap you into Ash. Then Mark. And back again to Axel. Each swap you lose a small part of yourself… some memories.. tendencies… and self control… all leading you back to your new body. So one track minded… so handsome and into yourself that you forget who you once were… Ever year… I don’t swap you back to your body. You’re simply Mark, Ash, or maybe the original Alex. I forget. As for Axel. I don’t even remember his original name. I think it was Tim or something regardless. Doesn’t matter. You’ll forget soon enough. Me. The swaps. Even your own name.”

“N-no. This can’t be! I’m Al- A- x – e. Aexl… no… Alxe… Axel? Y-yeah… I’m Axel… and fuck I look good here… No that’s not right! Please! Turn me back! I don’t want to be this self absorbed jerk now. I saw how bad he is for me!” Axel pleads losing more and more of his inhibitions.

“Don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll be back to your body in… about 4 years. Just keep on being the cocky gym bro you once crushed on and the new Alex will eventually make the same deal. That is what we demons do best after all.”

Axel’s eyes go wide and suddenly the warm whispers turn to laughs as they vanish.

Soon he’s alone in the bathroom. He finds himself absentmindedly flexing… feeling good… and forgetting what he was doing. Fuck he was hot. Happy Holidays to him.

As my wife continued to cook dinner, I thought it would be the perfect chance to practice my new power on her. I muttered the spell under my breath and watched in fascination as her body started to change before my eyes. Her body began to shift and change and she seemed none the wiser.

Her ass ballooned out and formed two massive globes clothed in tight spandex. She shot up in height as her body began to grow outward with mass and muscle. Her torso exploded with size as her shoulders broadened and her arms and legs stretched and expanded. She continued to cook as if nothing was happening.

Her face transformed into the familiar sight of one of the gym trainers that I secretly had a crush on. A striking beard spread out across her new masculine jawline and her hair changed before a baseball cap appeared on top of her new head.

"Hey babe. How's breakfast coming along?" I asked as the man before me continued cooking.

"Is my big strong man hungry after the gym?" He said as he turned around with the pan, pouring some of the food onto my plate.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks babe. I love when you cook me breakfast."

"Well I like spoiling my guy after a long week at work. Seriously, you're incredible Steve." He said earnestly, setting the pan on the stove and sauntering up to me. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I could smell his masculine breath on my mouth as our lips parted.

"Are you, uh, feeling okay babe?" I asked, testing the limits of my spell.

"Never better. I'm gonna go shower though. You're welcome to join me if you want Steve." He said seductively. "You can suck on these tits later if you want."

The man suddenly grabbed his massive chest and squeezed his nipples.

"Oh yeah? Sounds good to me babe. I'll join you right now. Breakfast can wait."

The two suddenly grabbed each other and started going at it right there. It seemed the reality-changing spell was a complete success. She'll have no idea she has the body of a sexy beast of a man and Steve can change her into whoever he wants.

Till Failure

It was only when his hair started to fall out he noticed something was truely wrong.

Ian had developed a stimulant for his job as an applied sciences lab assistant. The stimulant was supposed to promote muscle growth in athletic prodigies and help bedridden patients recuperate faster. However after an incident at the lab in which the prototype vial had exploded right in Ian's face, things began to deteriorate quickly.

It began with the heat. About 15 minutes after the accidebt a massive feverish rush ran through Ian's body, making him dizzy and unable to think straight. Making this known to his supervisor, he quickly got send home.

On his way to the car he began to feel uncomfortable, his clothes feeling not quite as well fitted as they should. It had been 30 minutes since the incident.

45 minutes after the accident, right before he managed to make it into his house, Ian's sense of balance shifted, and he almost fell over. Standing up straight again, he felt like his perspective had shifted.

An hour in, looking into the mirror, Ian noticed his face had seemingly swollen up. That was the only logical explanation, because it was impossible for him to develop such strong facial features within the span of an hour.

Deciding to take a shower, in the hope of cleaning off the sweat and musk that was rolling of his body, Ian failed to notice his hair washing off instead of said sweat.

He also failed to notice his chest rising up higher and higher, further outward, plumping up into a set of massive bricks resting atop his continuously broadening torso. He barely fit through the shower entrance, before his shoulders ballooned out, and his bi- and triceps tripled in size. His feet landed much heavier than a man of his previous size realistically should.

After drying himself off and looking in the mirror he noticed his bald head and screamed. Before he could call someone however another rush of warmth washed over his body, much more pleasant than the previous one, and his head cleared. Instead of worry, he began to flex. Instead of seeking help, he snapped multiple pictures. Instead of doing the smart thing, he chuckled and began posting his new physique on social media and dating apps.

His best friend and colleague Greg, who had seen the accident happen, got a flood of notifications on his phone. His eyes widened with glee as he saw the result of his experiment. What will be known as an accident in the records was actually an ingeniously planned occurrence that Greg had orchestrated. You see, Greg and Ian were both fighting for a promotion, and Ian's research was much more promising than Greg could ever hope to achieve. So he secretly tampered with the vial of prototype so it would explode. Now with Ian out of the way, he could easily swoop in and steal the research.

At the same time, Ian had found a pair of gray sweatpants and a tank top that showed off his perfectly formed arms. He grinned as he flexed his arms and admired his hard earned muscles.

At the same time, he felt his member snake down his thick thighs. The previously decently endowed scientist felt his rod flood with more blood than ever, creating a monster fit for a behemoth of his stature. With the blood the rest of his smarts drained from his brain, leaving behind a gym addicted giant. His balls swelled up, pumping more hormones through his body, and as a cute little bottom texted him on Grindr he couldn't help but stroke his monsterous cock. Ian the scientist was gone. Ian the Giant was born.

Stories I Love (Part 2)

Again, nothing personal with the order listed here, it's mostly chronological. Tumblr doesn't like a ton of hyperlinks, so the list is in two parts. Here's Part 1.

Though, now is a good time to point out a few major gaps in this list. One, I don't care for celebrity, sports, or sweat/fart transformations very much, so that eliminates a few prolific authors. Two, some authors have much bigger websites elsewhere, like @2xskin or @takeovertales, and I haven't been consistent about favoriting works that could be found in two places. Three, a special shoutout to @piosantaibhseil's very long body swap series which would be tricky to link otherwise.

Also, a special shoutout-- I don't think my blog would have nearly as much of a footprint without @bodyswap-possession-shapeshift's valuable reblog contributions to this community. He remains one of the fastest and most consistent about showing support to all creators on his lists, and I hope he knows how much that support has been appreciated over the years.

By @deviantknight25 : Implanted Mutual to Cover Medal and Leaf Surfeit Changes Partner in Crime

By @transformhim : Learning His Lesson Fun with the Mimic Changing Work Roles The Devil Next Door Sauna Shenanigans

By @tfmybody : The Intern A Fortunate Theft

By @tf-lover : The Homo Bomb - Lewis Ashton 12th Hour The Way You Look Tonight

By @bodyhopper-files : Just A Dream Untitled 12/26/22 How I Transformed My Dad's Life Make Me

By @0ng0ingw0rk : Morning Adjustments Paradise

By @verus-veritas : Slipping Out The Halloween Costume Love Thy Neighbor Untitled 9/24/20 Hard Work Pays Off

By @shootingstarwritings : Beach Bummin' It Back Home Couples Therapy

By @swap-and-possessions : Passed Out Suit Cleaning Buy Low, Sell High

By @kylecrusoe-captions : Untitled 4/15/23 Untitled 10/21/22 Untitled 11/24/19

By @exploratorytfs : Power Exchange Special Weekend Swap Need to Study Free Market Series: Debts, Repossession, Ladder The Swap Booth From Twink to Daddy Swap Kink Accepted On Site Family Gatherings Join Them

By @noface-phantom7 : Possession: BEyond WILLing Bodysuit: Superior Dominic Bodyswap: It Only Feels Right Bodyswap: On Second Thought Bodysuit: Skin Salesmen Demons, Suits and Faces

By @fantasyvessels Don't Waste Your Youth Or Else Project Personal Drones III

By @joshslater : Very PT The Lost Year of Gain My Bully Manhood Exchange Foreign Exchange Another Kyle Eastern Tennessee Golden Years Untitled 6/10/19 Flesh Limited Equal Exchange Partystick Urgent Message Final Answer Wanted Crossdressing

Wrestling with Heartache

Part 1/2

Kyle McCarthy fell madly in love at a time most college students did—in the middle of a hellish studying session for a class he despised. “Gotta make sure we get everything right…” he muttered to himself after chugging another full cup of ice cold coffee.

“Keep it together, Kyle,” said the young man right next to him. Kyle scowled but nodded. He looked over and wondered how a man so clearly drowning in exhaustion could still appear so beautiful.

His name was Michael Hayworth, top of the lightweight division. Despite it being his first semester on the team, he went undefeated in every meet. 'No doubt due to his disarming eyes,' thought Kyle. Once more, he got lost in those hazel whirlpools--

“Uh, Kyle? You still awake, buddy?” Michael said, still smiling as he handed Kyle another mug of coffee. “Here, this one’s still hot. It’ll wake you up. Just a half hour more and we should get some sleep.”

“O-Oh… uh, th-thank you.”

The following semester, Kyle applied to be a student manager for the wrestling team. After a tough interviewing period with coach Klaus Reynolds; a burly, no-nonsense man; Kyle spent more of his time with Michael despite sharing far fewer classes.

“Glad to see you got the job,” said Michael after a particularly sweaty day of practice. Just about the whole team was winded and groaning. The heat and dry air made their sweaty singlets stick uncomfortably close to their tight and toned bodies. However, even with the feast for the eyes that lied before him, Kyle’s gaze was still drawn to Michael and his radiant smile. “You’re the reliable kind, Kyle. Know you’ll do great!”

‘You’re wonderful, Michael,’ thought Kyle as he gathered up the used singlets and towels that the team had used the day before. Michael was truly one of a kind, and that only drove Kyle to possess such a man as he. Of course, Michael didn’t show much interested in a lanky and awkward guy like Kyle. Based on the dating app profile Kyle had found, Michael enjoyed bigger and heftier men.

‘Standing by Michael’s side,’ Kyle thought to himself, ‘would simply have to do.’

And it did… for a time. With each passing session, Kyle’s adoration and infatuation grew and grew. And with such a burning love came a frigid envy. The camaraderie that the wrestling team had with each other was something that Kyle was thankful for, but also deeply territorial towards. Each passing glance, loving touch, and accidental caress ignited heart pound with vitriolic and violent passion.

“Passion is a flame. It can provide or engulf,” Kyle’s roommate, a man at least a decade his senior, said. Though his hands were busy with the night’s meal, his ears were always free for friends. Armed with the patience of a monk and the shaggy hair of a hippie, Namba was a university student who applied late into the education system and studied to become a therapist. His enormous hair, rare for a man of his lineage, hid his eyes and gave him a unique appeared. Those that spoke with him often revealed far more than they intended, for they were able to speak to Namba without any judging eyes to put them on edge.

At least, that was Kyle’s hypothesis. For him, the lack of eye-contact with Namba made it easy for him to speak his mind. Long and awkward discussions about sexuality, lust, and just dirty talk were easy with the nonchalant Namba, who lived with a laissez-faire attitude.

“Please, continue,” said Namba, gesturing to Kyle. “I am curious to learn about your heartaches,” he continued without a hint of sarcasm.

“Wish I was a bit more like the other wrestling team members,” said Kyle as he washed the leftover dishes and arranged the utensils. Managing the equipment of the team was easy with a multi-tasking mind like his. He often joked that his hands had their own brains, but all three of them disagreed too much to make him a genius.

“So your wish is to be someone else?” said Namba as he set down a large pot of… something on the small kitchen table. Whatever it was, it smelled good.

“Hmm, I suppose. Michael’s so close to other members—especially guys like Nicholas or Zack. Oh man, now that guy." Kyle was about to go on a rant on the stoic man, but Namba warned him about tangents.

"Right, right," said Kyle, getting back on topic. "When me and the other team members talk, it’s nice. We get along fine. But it reeks of platonic interactions. Meanwhile, it always feels like the team members’ touching and groping each other, even when they play it off like jokes, last a little too much time.”

“Perhaps your passion is clouding your judgment? Or do you think it’s focusing your sight on the true enemy?”

“Calling them ‘enemies’ is a bit much… ‘Rivals’ is a bit more appropriate. We still get along.” Aside from the icy Zack and perhaps the stern and stoic coach Reynolds, Kyle could not recall any particularly bad interactions with the other team members. They thanked Kyle for doing work and approached him with friendly attitudes. It wasn’t bad at all, but somehow still disappointingly saccharine. Kyle wasn’t friends with any of the wrestling team members; they were merely coworkers. He could shoot the breeze, but not his shot. “If they were my enemies while I did their laundry and managed their stuff, then…”

“You’d be like those Victorian era heroines who secretly plotted the death of her lord while starching his clothes.”

“...A morbid comparison, but yes.”

“Well, my dear bed companion—“

“Please just use ‘roommate’ or ‘friend.’”

“—I have the solution to all our problems. Please, dine with me. A full stomach will calm your nerves.” Kyle shrugged and ate quickly. Eating from stress wasn’t anything new for him. He had gained a few pounds after entering university, and sadly most of it was not from muscle despite his semi-frequent visits to the gym.

“Dunno if I can have a ‘solution’ to this problem. Maybe I can work out some more,” said Kyle. He flexed a thin arm, grimacing as he saw the lack of real muscle. It had become far less flabby, but his genes and metabolism really let him down. At most, he could probably develop the body of a twunk if he went five days a week.

“That would be the preferred way, but younglings like you aren’t the type to wait around—and neither am I. It’s why I created this concoction.” Grinning, Namba gestured for Kyle to follow. The two left their dishes in the sink and made their way towards their next door neighbors. Often populated by a pair of twins and a friend, it seemed like the only one home at the time was Tim McDonald.

He was about Michael’s age, but had the personality of a man twice that. His round eyes comfortably slotted into a sour scowl or sneer. The trend continued as he answered the door to Namba’s loud and obnoxious knocking. “What?” he said, eyes narrowed as they peered back and forth between Michael and Namba.

Michael had never seen Tim crack a smile all semester. Most of the time, Tim shot one or two word responses and preferred to mind his own business. From what Michael had gathered, Tim was a business major with major ADHD. He wasn’t flunking, but it was clear that the time spent keeping his head above the academic waters soured his personality.

“Do you mind if we borrow some sugar?” asked Namba. “We have guests over and I forgot to purchase some more. My nan refuses to drink her tea without at least three sugar cubes’ worth.” Tim rolled his eyes, muttered something about old men, and slipped inside to look. While Tim’s back was turned, Namba stepped inside and snuck up behind him.

“Wha—“ Kyle began to say before Namba turned around and placed a finger over his lips before winking. He then bent his knees and jumped onto Tim.

Instead of an impact, Namba’s lithe yet hairy body sunk into Tim’s huskier frame. Tim let out a choked cry, back arching as a whole man slipped inside of him. He grabbed onto the kitchen counter, body convulsing as a few changes began to appear. His short, blond hair turned a shade darker and a big shaggier. Bangs that were usually combed back grew and covered his eyes much like Namba’s.

After a few moments of struggling, Tim let out a large, relaxed sigh. “Mmm, worked like a charm.” Spinning on the ball of his foot, Tim grinned and pointed at himself. “And that’s exactly the kind of gift you can do now, kiddo.”

“I… wha…?”

“It’s me, Namba!” he said. He slipped off Tim's shift and began to pose. "Mmm... this youthful body feels so much easier to move in that my own!"

After a bit of panic and a few questions, Namba detailed his plan to Kyle.

~o~

Three days. That was how long the concoction would remain in both of their systems. After that, they would need to prepare new broth. “Is this not what you wanted? To grow close to that man? Well, for a while at least, you can.” The effect of the concoction would allow one to ‘merge’ their soul with another body for a limit of 72 hours. No more. “It’s a small reprieve, but I believe you deserve it after such hard work. Perhaps it’ll even give you clues as to how to naturally grow closer to Michael with your own charm. Charm that you do possess, despite your protests.”

“But,” Kyle had asked, “What do you get out of it? You said this would solve a problem you had as well.”

“Ah, you see… I have little money to spare, and I ended getting a bit too invested at the slots and borrow some money from friends, so…”

“You’re worse than the freshmen.” Kyle had told him.

‘Becoming someone else,’ thought Kyle as he made his way to the laundry room. It was another Friday night, and he had been unable to decide on what to do with the gift Namba had granted. ‘Michael…? No. The coach? Maybe…?’

All Kyle wanted was to be close to Michael, if only for a day. Taking over one of the other wrestlers was the way to do so, but finding and isolating one of them would be the hard part.

However, luck would soon turn for Kyle as he made his way to the laundry room, the singlets and jockstraps of the team in tow. In the room, wearing only a pair of white briefs and little else, was a member of the wrestling team. Zackary Kuvaev. Tall, imposing, and often wearing a scowl on his stone-like face. When Kyle into the room, Zackary merely grunted in acknowledgement while glaring down at one of the laundry machines.

“Um, hello, Zack. Uh… run out of clothes…?”

“Roommates. Prank. Last clothes stained.” Only rarely did Zack’s voice and face betray much emotion. The only time that occurred was often when Michael wrapped an arm around the stoic Zack’s shoulders and…

Michael…

Zack continued to glare at the machine, not paying the slightest bit of attention towards Kyle. ‘He’ll regret that.‘ Kyle held no real malice towards Zack, but the envy and territorial rush of emotions in his chest overruled any sense of guilt he might’ve had.

Hesitation thrown to the wind, Kyle broke into a sprint and dived into Zack’s back. The older wrestler let out a startled gasp as another man suddenly fought him for dominance over his own body. No words were spoken, only shouts and groans as Zack collapsed onto his knees, clutching and clawing at his chest. “AHH…! Ahh…! AAAHHH!” Small patches began to sprout throughout his formerly smooth body, particularly around the arms, chest, legs, and armpits. His sharp and stoic face turned the slightest bit softer and rounder. Hawk-like eyes began kinder and his scowl became a look of pure wonder.

“It really did work…” muttered Kyle as he looked down at his beefy arms and masculine hands. The difference truly should’ve been just a few pounds of muscle, but the sheer energy and strength that coursed through his body was borderline euphoric. “Oh wow!” Kyle stood up on his toes and marveled at how graceful the movement felt. He paraded around the room, admiring each swing of his arms and his powerful gaits. Never Kyle’s life did he believe that his glutes could be so powerful.

 “Everytime he touches me, I feel electricity course my body. He’s wonderful. He’s divine. And I will make him mine.” Plunging smooth yet muscular arm into the laundry hamper, Kyle dug around until he found the singlet labeled Michael. With a madman’s grin, Kyle forced Zack to say, “Until then, I’ll have to satisfy myself with just this.”

It was a few size too small, but Kyle appreciated the singlet squeezing into his well-built body. He flexed and let out an involuntary moan. Zack’s cock, freely leaking, stained Michael’s singlet even further. “It smells just like him,” said Kyle. He squeezed and rubbed against the rubbery fabric, muttering Michael’s name the whole time. “I love you, I love you, I love you. Your scent, your smile, your slightly crooked grin, the kind way you speak, the way you move… oh…!” Just the thought of approaching Michael in such a performance drove Kyle’s mind to the peak of insanity. And also forcing Zack to do it all? Acting as a cum dumpster for the two of them? “OH…! Nnngh…. AAAARRRRGHHH!”

Kyle let out a guttural groan using Zack’s voice as his cock pumped load after load into Michael’s used singlet. Kyle could’ve sworn he saw white as the torrents of cum burst from Zack’s abused dick. His knees, already sweating and wobbly, gave out on him as he collapsed onto a messy, white-stained pile. His fingers, toes, and thighs continued to twitch as he rode the last of the climax. “Haahh...Haaaahhh…!”

Once Zack’s breathing was under control, Kyle stood back up and stretched. “That was… amazing…!” Kyle flexed Zack’s muscular arm again, still surprised at his control over him. “All right, let’s get this done!” He said, wearing a grin that Zack would never be caught dead showing off.

While nowhere near as intense as the masturbation, using another body while getting errands done felt erotic as well. Kyle bounced through the room, enjoying the way his body would gently sway with each movement.

Not too long after he finished doing the laundry, he received a response from Michael. “Finished chilling with some friends at the rec center. Just relaxing in my room rn. U?”

Cock already erect, Kyle told Michael that he was free to hang out. It took a few minutes, but Michael replied with a, “Sure! :D”

“Fuck yes!” Kyle cried out, pumping his fist high into the air as soon as he saw the message. He rushed through the campus, running full-sprint with Zack’s powerful legs as he made his way to Zack’s room to drop off the remain clothes.

Once he arrived, he quickly dressed Zack’s body in clothes more suited for the night air, but he also made sure to wear a jock-strap underneath. From what Kyle could gleam from Zack’s memory, he knew that Zack and Michael had fooled around on more than one occasion.

There was a streak of envy that rushed through Kyle’s heart, but he quickly reasoned that his ability would mean that Michael could belong to him.

Him and only him…

“Hey, nice to see ya,” said Michael. He wore a loose wifebeater and a pair of shorts that seemed so easy to tear off. Kyle put on a restrained smile and nodded. “Well, c’mon in! I swear, you act like such a robot sometimes,” Michael said as he pulled Zack inside, chuckling the whole time. Kyle could’ve sworn he had the smile of a cherub as he spoke. On and on, they chatted while sitting around in Michael’s empty apartment. It wasn’t supposed to be this way, but…

Just being by Michael’s side, somehow for that night it satiated Kyle. They spent the night together playing video games, drinking some cheap beer Michael had in his fridge, and enjoying some bad Adult Swim shows. Throughout the night, Kyle intended to make moves on Michael and make him his own. And yet, some part of him was unable to commit. Even as the clock grew closer to 2:00 in the morning, Kyle was hardly able to do more than a simple flirt.

‘This isn’t how I figured it would go,’ Kyle thought to himself while Michael used the bathroom. His fantasies of pining Michael to the wall with Zack’s impressive physique evaporated into little more than idle dreams. Every time he would even think about making a move, some part of him withdrew. Was a fear of showing affection? Was Zack’s body doing something to him? And yet, when he stared into Michael’s charming smiles or soft chuckles, Kyle felt his heart flutter once more.

Then why? More than anything, Kyle wanted to love Michael, but…

“Hmm? Anyone I’m interested in?” Michael echoed. Just before the night wrapped up, Kyle, hoping that his desperation wasn’t quite so obvious, asked Michael once he left the restroom. A few beers went a long way to loosen the tongue. Kyle himself was fully well aware of that.

“Um… well, I kinda prefer older men,” began Michael. Grinning, he said, “Someone like Coach Reynolds, actually. Don’t tell anyone, though!” he chuckled like a schoolgirl gossiping about her friends. “He’s really hot. Someone like him—oh man, a thick and tough man like him is the best.”

‘Ah, so that was it.’

“How come you’re suddenly so interested?”

“No reason. Good luck on your love conquests., friend”

Michael chuckled again before turning over and lying down on the couch. “Good luck to you too…” he said. The sleepiness was audible in his voice. So he was that type of drinker. Kyle could feel his chest grow heavy as he felt a sudden urge to protect him. With just a bit of alcohol, anyone could take advantage of poor Michael. He really needed to remain straight and make sure that nobody laid a finger on his friend.

Kyle shook his head. Where had those thoughts come from? It was as if someone had turned a valve and allowed a flood of emotions and memories to fill Zack’s head. Were these… Zack’s inner thoughts? It made a certain amount of sense. Somehow, the thoughts didn’t “sound” like Kyle’s inner narrator—whatever that meant. He couldn’t explain, but it was a distinction that he could make.

“You’re too defenseless,” said Kyle. With slight hesitation, he placed a hand on Michael’s bare arm, and lightly rubbed it. It was only a slight touch, something that Zack had most likely experience many times over, but it was enough. Just for tonight, it was enough for Kyle.

“Your love. I hope it comes true.” Since starting university, Kyle had wished for someone to utter those words for him. At the very least, he could pretend that it was truly Zack giving his support.

“It’s… It’s not going… anywhere…” muttered Michael. Soon after, his gentle snoring felt heavy on Kyle’s borrowed ears.

‘Don’t be sure about that, Michael.’

A Single Kiss with Matching Singlets

part 2/2

Coach Reynolds was an older man and head of the wrestling team. Standing tall and clearly proud of the team he had led to victory year after year, he intimidated most of the other coaches throughout the state. He was stern and assertive on the wrestling mat, yet patient and forthcoming in his office. Many former members of the wrestling team described him as having an ‘uncle-like’ air. Not quite immediate family, but trustworthy nonetheless. At least, that’s what Kyle gathered about the man.

Appearance-wise, he was an older, bearded, and hairy man with years of experience. He was the former champion during his days in university, and he reminded the team of that at the start of every new semester. Though the coach had grown a slight gut as he aged, not a soul doubted the muscles one could gain only through years of dutiful devotion to the sport. Perhaps he wore such tight shirts and jackets to accent the body he was so prideful of.

“It’s rare to see you so talkative,” the coach said, not looking up from the documents he was filling out. He sat by his deck with a pair of rarely-seen reading glasses.

All I said was, “Can we meet in your office after practice? I wish to talk about something personal.” Just how little does Zack even speak?’ The more time spent in Zack’s body, the less Kyle understood about him.

“So,” began Coach Reynolds. He removed his glasses with a swift and practiced flick of his wrist and set them down on the table. Smiling with the warmth that someone who was a father to his students, he asked, “What can I help you with? Come to think of it, this is probably the first time you wanted to talk to me like this. What brought this on?”

“Well, um…” How was he supposed to react? It wasn’t easy, staring at the man who was essentially his romantic rival. At first, Kyle went through a barrage of excuses to distract the coach, but he found it difficult to come up with a lie as he stared at the coach’s genuine and questioning eyes. How Kyle wished that the coach had Namba’s shaggy hair to cut off the eye-contact.

Lowering his gaze, Kyle’s eyes locked onto the golden band that Coach Reynolds always wore proudly wore to work. Kyle knew the story. They had split a few years ago, but Coach Reynolds still wore that wedding ring. Whether it was loyalty or denial, he wasn't certain. “I wish to talk… a-about love.”

Chuckling, Coach Reynolds relaxed and shifted back into his seat. “Love, huh?” he said with a playful smirk. Kyle could tell that the coach had been waiting for someone to ask him about that. “Well, this ol’ dog could certainly teach ya some new tricks. Have a seat, let’s hear you out.”

“There’s someone I love, but they clearly love someone else…” Kyle began like that, and then continued. On occasion, he would accidentally slip and say, “he,” while speaking, but aside from a curious eyebrow raise, the coach didn’t interrupt. Was it another of Zack’s quirks that influenced Kyle, or was Kyle simply waiting for someone with coach’s demeanor to influence him? Whatever it was, it certainly seemed to help get his mouth moving and his lips flapping.

Still, Kyle felt himself able to speak freely. Calmly. Not only that, but he felt… heard. Namba would sometimes tease or cut in to talk about his own opinion, but coach’s gentle prodding and listening was far more effective. “And… and that is all,” finished Kyle.

“Well, that’s certainly the intense revelation you gave, Zack,” the coach said, each word carefully measured. “But! That doesn’t mean I don’t have any advice to give you. Don’t worry, I’ve got just the thing for you.” He stood up and wandered over to his desk, giving a great view of his ass hugged by those gray sweatpants he always loved to wear.

Kyle definitely preferred Zack, but he couldn’t deny just how hot the coach was. He had seen the man sweating it out in the gym when he wasn’t coaching the players—and he loved seeing the coach drench his clothes with sweat. Kyle couldn’t help but wonder how the coach smelled. As Coach Reynolds stood up and walked over to his file cabinet—just what was he searching for?—Kyle silently stood up and made his move.

“Sorry, coach,” said Kyle with Zack’s voice as he wrapped both muscular arms around the coach’s meaty frame. As Coach Reynolds began to panic, Kyle leaned into his ear and whispered, “I do think you’re a great man, for all that’s worth,” and made his move. Exiting through Zack’s trembling torso, Kyle forced his spiritual essence to phase through the coach’s back and into his core.

Like a puppet cut from its strings, Zack fell on the ground, unconscious after over a day of not being in control.

Coach Reynolds, on the other hand, remained standing and trembling as he felt a student’s essence overpowering his own. “N-No, get outta… nrgh…! Outta me!” Coach Reynolds reached out for the door, but his legs were already under Kyle’s control. Then, his own arms betrayed him as they gracefully shed off his sweatpants, shaking his hips the whole time. “The fuck…?” was all he managed to say as his cock, bulging beneath his used jockstrap, flew at high mast and began to leak precum. His bare ass shivered as a breeze blew through the office.

Coach Reynolds struggled and moaned as he tried to reclaim control over his body, but it was too late as Kyle grabbed his shirt and windbreaker and tossed them off. Clad in just a leaky jockstrap, Kyle explored the coach’s wonderful body in the privacy of his new office. Zack continued to sleep, even as Kyle let out a roar of pure ecstasy and blew his first load all over the office, some drops even landing on Zack’s open and drooling mouth.

“I can see why you think this hunky piece of ass is your ideal man,” Kyle said, smirking as he flexed and kissed Coach Reynold’s bulging biceps. “I’ll have a bit of fun with him before asking you out on our little date.”

~o~

Sitting down on the booth of a burger joint, Tim scrolled mindlessly through a phone that wasn’t his until the burly Coach Reynolds sat down in front of him. “Ah, if it isn’t my favorite coach,” he said, putting his phone down and resting his chin on his hand, smirking. “How’s the body feeling?” He took a quick whiff and chuckled. “Already beat one out or two?”

Kyle’s eyes widened. “How did you now? You got some kinda bloodhound nose or something?”

“Nah, but Tim’s got a sharp sense of smell. Probably cuz he doesn’t wanna get glasses.” Namba shrugged. “Already ordered for ya, by the way. Asked for the, urgh, the bacon triple burger," Namba's borrowed nose wrinkled as he said that.

“Oh, thank god. Dunno why, but Coach Reynolds’ body is constantly craving meat. Was about to go insane with hunger once I was done with a quick workout and jerk-off session. I haven’t had a single fruit or veggie all day. Not even a snack. Just craving meat, meat, meat.”

Namba chuckled. “A strong soul like the coach’s will naturally force more of his personality onto you.” Grinning lewdly, Namba lifted up his shirt and rubbed Tim’s toned and distinctly hairier core. “You have to tame these hosts we’re using. Usually, you gotta force them to submit, my friend.”

“Submit?” Kyle tilted his head. He had thought that jerking off was enough to wrangle coach’s soul. At the very least, shouldn’t the possession itself be enough to force someone’s soul to submit?

When Kyle asked that, Namba wagged his finger, letting Tim’s shirt fall and regaining some semblance of modesty. “No, no. This is why you’re to remain a novice without someone like me to teach you the ropes, kiddo.”

“Don’t call me that when I’m in this body,” said Kyle, lowering his voice. “People’ll give us weird looks.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I put up a few precautions before you arrived.” As if to illustrated his point, Namba climbed up the table and lied on top of it before peeling off Tim’s cargo shorts and throwing off the shirt in just a few quick motions.

Kyle looked around, but nobody came to protest. Not even any of the staff. In fact, looking over at the staff on the counter, none of them were moving. Not even blinking. “What…?”

“Time bubble. Advanced stuff,” said Namba in between moans as he started to touch and pleasure himself. Tim’s boxers-briefs were still on, but didn’t seem to care. He still caressed and licked every bit of Tim’s body he could reach, occasionally rubbing the cock beneath the fabric as a dark spot began to form. “In public places like these are a great way to tame unruly hosts, y’know. How about we make sure that our host bodies enjoy the remainder of our three days?”

Kyle stared at the scene before him, hunger temporarily forgotten. Already, he could feel the testosterone in Coach Reynolds’ body working overtime as he beheld Tim’s naked and tempting body. “I-I… sure. Sure, let’s do it.”

“Well?” Namba spread Tim’s legs, his feet hanging off the booth’s table. “What’re you gonna do to me, coach?” he asked with a playful sincerity. “I thought we were just gonna eat together?”

“Oh, I’m about to devour the snack before me, all right,” said Kyle as he stripped himself, having already had plenty of practice with it. Coach Reynolds’ used jockstrap was the last thing he took off, and he twirled it on his fingers and a few times while playfully slapping Tim’s hole with his erect cock.

“O-Oh, now that’s a keeper…” said Namba, his expression, while still smug, growing a bit concerned. “A-Are you sure that’s gonna fit inside of me, my friend? T-Tim’s not exactly used to stuff up his ass.”

Kyle leaned in, chest resting against Tim’s own, and he said, “I’ll stretch it out real nice for ya, kid. Once I’m through with ya, you’ll be able to fit a whole cucumber inside.”

A tiny dribble of precum launched from Tim’s cock and landed on his stomach. Namba gulped and said, “Go for it.”

Kyle went was slow at first, just to make sure Coach Reynolds’ cock didn’t hurt too badly. Whenever Namba would groan in pain, Kyle would caress his cheek or give him a calming kiss as he pounded Namba’s ass.

“Ngh…! Oh, f-fuck…!” said Namba, writhing in Tim’s body as Kyle thrust in and out Tim’s tight ass. The table creaked and moaned from the sheer force that Kyle was using in the coach’s body. “F-Fuck me harder, c-c’mon!” Namba shouted, his eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure and strength Coach Reynolds used. “We-We’re really doing this in public? Ohhh, you’re such a pervert, coach! Wh-What if someone walks in?”

Kyle forced the coach’s body to grin. “What’s wrong, Tim? ‘fraid that someone’s gonna see how much of a slut you are?” he said, punctuating ‘slut’ with a particularly deep thrust. Another strong shot of precum launched out of Tim’s cock. Namba reached down to jerk himself off, but Kyle slapped his hand away. “Oh don’t worry, boy. I’ll make ya cum hands-free!”

He lifted up both of Tim’s legs and slung them over his shoulders. With every thrust, he would pull him by the ankles to get just a tiny bit more leverage. Namba seemed to be enjoying it, as his hands gripped the sides of the trembling table until his knuckles were white.

Inside, however, was a different story. “N-No, not in public,” the voice of Coach Reynolds said inside of him. Kyle nearly stopped, but he was far too horny and far too deep inside of his new fucktoy. “G-Get out of me. This is my body!” There was a bit of pressure from inside of Coach Reynolds’ body, but Kyle didn’t mind.

“You’re mine,” Kyle found himself saying, flexing on his arms and enjoy the rippling muscles as he posed and increased the speed of his thrusts into Namba, who looked like he was about to fall unconscious. “This is my fucking body, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it! I’m a fucking stud of a man that does nothing but breed young men, and that’s the truth of it! This is who I am!”

“Yes, coach! It’s who you are!” Namba joined in, staring up in the ceiling as his mind continued to experience unbelievable pleasure. “Ohhh, breed me! Breed this hairy hole I got just for you.”

“I’m gonna breed ya and mark ya. Fuck, fuck…! I’m, I’m gonna—WOAAAAHH!” Kyle let out a cry as his climax reached its peak, and he blew his load and coated all of Tim’s inside with the coach’s thick cum.

“Holy fuck, coach!” Namba cried out as his own cock, still untouched, shot its own load. Most landed on his borrowed chest, but a few shot far enough to land on his face.

Coach Reynolds’ voice became softer and more quiet as Kyle continued to dominate his body. “I-I’m… This is your body. Use it as you like...” Coach Reynolds’ voice said before finally becoming silent.

So… I tamed him. But what does that even mean? And, is it bad that I want more? thought Kyle.

“Mm… tasty,” said Namba, knocking Kyle out of his thoughts. He reached down and scooped up some of the cum with a finger and licked it. “Tim never gets any less tasty. Though I think it’s my essence making him so delicious.” Chuckling, he lied back, head resting on his hands and hole overflowing with cum. “Drink up this sight, my friend. This is what we get with magic. See how rewarding this is?”

Kyle nodded, thoroughly exhausted. He sat down on one of the booth seats, rubbing his sore thighs. “That was… amazing!”

“Amazing and so much more, my friend,” said Namba. “So, what will you do now? Visit Michael or…?”

Nodding, Kyle said, “Yeah, that was the plan. But, honestly…” he hesitate before finally saying, “I was thinking… what if I stayed in coach’s body? What if I made this permanent?” It had only been a day and a few sexual experiences, but the urge to never leave was slowly becoming more and more attractive to Kyle. “Is that even possible?”

Namba cocked an eyebrow, his smile disappearing. “Yeah, but… you sure this is the body you want? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a bad body and all, but this is a big decision. And…” he let out a thoughtful hum, tapping his fingers on the table. “I can make it for sure, but not yet. Probably not until the semester’s mostly over. Until then,” he grinned and ruffled Coach Reynolds’ short hair, “I’ll keep cooking up some of that concoction for the two of us. Build that little relationship with Michael while I research for a way to make this sorta thing permanent. And, prepare yourself. You’ll be leaving your life behind.”

“And you? Are you gonna take over someone permanently? Like Tim?”

Namba shook his head. “I wanna take over someone hot and rich. Tim’s just a nice ride to chill out in for a few days.” He flexed Tim’s much lither body and ran his hands down his torso. “In the meantime, we gotta finish up our lease and this semester, my friend.” Namba looked down at his watch. “You got one more day until my next concoction, what’ll you do?”

Now it was Kyle’s turn to grin. “Whaddaya think? I’m gonna win over my new love."

~o~

Walking around in Coach Reynolds’ body felt like a reward of its own, so Kyle elected to do that to head back to his office. Zack was long-gone, believing he had just passed out while coach asked him to stay behind for a brief talk. With the office clear and most classes done for the day, Kyle sent an email to Michael asking him to meet up to discuss the team’s future as well as discussion regarding the next captain.

As he walked back, Kyle thought back to what Namba had explained. Their hosts wouldn’t remember exactly what happened while being possessed, but their experiences would leave little marks on their souls. It wouldn’t be anything significant without repeated possessions and behavior adjustments, but it had its merit. “It’ll make it a lot easier for us to take them over. Though I’ll probably hop inside someone else,” Namba had told him. “But you can even influence their behavior even while you’re not inside.”

I could probably get coach to keep seducing Michael while I’m not inside of him, thought Kyle, a spring in the coach’s step. Then, once I take over coach forever, I’ll already be in a relationship with Kyle. It seemed so perfect that Kyle had little belief it would ever fail. With that, he soon arrived.

Michael was seated on a bench right outside the office, but brightened up once he noticed Kyle approaching. “Oh, hey coach!” he greeted with a radiant smile that Kyle knew would soon enough be reserved only for him. “Dunno how of much my experience is gonna mean much, but I’m more than happy to help out!”

With a hearty, almost fatherly, chuckle, Kyle patted Michael on the back and assured him that, “You’re far more helpful and valuable than you think, Michael.” Slowly, he allowed his hand to slide just a bit further down before pulling back. “C’mon, we’ve got a lot to talk about.” The rest of the visit was full of small touches and mild flirting and winks. Michael would flush at most of Kyle’s light advances, but didn’t shy away from it.

Throughout the next few weeks, Kyle would use the coach’s body to tease, caress, and flirt with Michael, who subtly invited them in. Towards the end of the semester, during the final of their little meetings, Michael said, “Are you flirting with me, coach…?” There was a longing tone in his voice as he looked up at Coach Reynolds’. He was hesitant, nervous, embarrassed, and hopeful.

Just how long had Kyle waited for Michael to see him like that? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that, at least, that time was at an end. With Coach Reynolds’ thick fingers, he gently guided Michael’s chin for a passionate, sensual kiss. Kyle’s borrowed tongue guided Michael’s more inexperienced one, and the two soon collapsed into a pile of tangled limbs. “I’ve waited so long for this day,” said Michael, unknowingly voicing both of their thoughts.

~o~

The day arrived. Namba served two bowls with a concoction that somehow smelled like lilacs this time. After agreeing to keep in touch, the two went their separate ways—towards their new lives. Namba went to his rich uncle’s company while Kyle paid one last visit to Coach Reynolds’ office.

Brimming with confidence, he knocked on the door and shouted, “Coach, daddy’s home!” without a hint of shame. So much had happened this semester, and now he was ready to finally embrace the future as someone new.

Coach Reynolds opened the door with dread on his face. “G-Get away from me,” he managed to utter, even as he allowed Kyle to strut inside. He shut the door and began to strip his clothes. It made the possession much easier. “H-How are you doing this…? What is happening to me?” Just speaking with his own will seemed to be a challenge for him, let alone resisting the power of Namba’s concoction.

Kyle walked over and planted a kiss on the coach’s neck. “This is your destiny, coach. This is how your story ends,” he said, placing two of his hands on both of coach’s pecs. His hands began sinking into his body as though Coach Reynolds was nothing but a pool of water. He let out a low groan, trembling. “And this is how our story begins.”

Pushing Coach Reynolds against the wall, Kyle slowly forced his way inside of his future and permanent body. “N-No! Get outta me, kid! D-Don’t do this!” Coach Reynolds clutched his head with both hands, almost ripping off his hair as he felt Kyle’s consciousness and memories swallowing his own. It was as if he was being consumed from the inside out. “You’re g-gonna kill me… I’m disappearing… N-No, please stop…!”

“You won’t die,” said Kyle. By now, most of his body was inside of the coach. All that was left was the top part of his torso and his head that awkwardly hung from coach's burly chest. “We’re becoming one, coach. Isn’t it great? You can feel it, right? How pleasurable this is for us? For me?”

Coach Reynolds grit his teeth, but soon his arms fell limp by his sides. “Y-Yes… this is hot for me,” he admitted, both ashamed and aroused as Kyle’s essence began to bind with his own. As two souls became one, Coach Reynolds became convinced that he was Kyle, that he was another half that was returning home and becoming whole. “Keep it up,” he moaned, thrusting in the air as Kyle fully dove into his body. “Ahhh! Oh, fuck! Oh fuck, oh fuck!”

Coach Reynolds slid down the wall and fell to his knees, his whole body trembling as a merging of souls occurred inside. Memories of pleasure, pain, madness, and ecstasy all blended together into a cocktail of euphoria until, “HOLY FUCK!” The new Coach Reynolds let out a guttural roar of pleasure as he achieved the most intense orgasm of his life—and the very first of his new life. Streams of cock shot high into the air. One, two, more and more until he lost count. He came his entire load until he was shooting blanks, hips still thrusting into the empty air until he just collapsed on his side, entire body alight with a pleasurable soreness.

There was no need to explore his new body, Coach Reynolds was already accustomed to it after half a semester of taking it over. He just stood up on shaky legs and stretched. Kyle was gone, but he wasn’t at the same time. A new being was born, but he still carried the name Coach Reynolds. The old coach wasn’t gone, either, but it was mainly the one who used to be Kyle in control. The new Coach Reynolds put his clothes back on and checked his phone.

One message from Michael, asking the coach when their first official date would be. Coach Reynolds smiled and gleefully began his brand new relationship to celebrate his brand new life.

Do you have what it takes?

"Young man, do you think you what have what it takes?" one of the cops said to Jack as he walked by their booth.

"Uhm, I-" he muttered. He was nervous being near them and was trying to hurry past.

"Are you sure you don't want a career in law enforcement?" asked another cop. "You look like the kind of guy who could really benefit from our services."

Jack stopped and looked at the cops, then back down at his clothes. He was wearing a loose t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers. It felt weird that they were encouraging him to be like them, but he didn't think he had the body for it. "I don't know... I'm not sure I could do that kind of work."

The cops looked at each other, then back at Jack. The one who first mentioned his outfit stepped forward and said, "You can't be serious! Look at you!" He reached out and grabbed Jack's shirt, pulling it up to expose his stomach.

Jack was shocked, but didn't resist. "What? What are you doing?"

"See that gut?" the cop asked as he poked Jack's soft belly. "We can fix that." He turned to his partners and said, "He's got a great frame. With just a little work he could be a real man."

Jack looked down at his stomach. It wasn't fat, but it wasn't toned either. Could they really make him more muscular? "Uh... I don't know..."

The other cop patted him on the back. "Don't worry, kid. We'll take great care of you." He smiled.

Jack smiled nervously. "Thanks, but I'm not sure I want to be in law enforcement."

The university student had been failing his classes and was on the path of being forced to drop out of his bachelor. Only by mere chance had he managed to pass his first year. Now, in his second year, his lack of studying was starting to catch up rather quickly.

In anticipation of not being able to continue with university, he had decided to go to his local career fair to look for possible new jobs that would fit him.

He didn't expect however to be approached by and felt up by multiple policemen seemingly promising him muscles and masculinity.

As he was preoccupied with his internal monologue, the third cop had grabbed his arm and started feeling his bicep. Jack flexed a little bit out of reflex. "You see that? He's got some muscle already. We can make you real strong."

Jack looked at his arms. He was clearly not impressed. "I want to be stronger, but I don't know about being a cop..."

The first cop grabbed the hem of Jack's shirt and pulled it up further to expose more of his gut. "You worry too much, kid. We can make you into anything. Do you want to be strong? We can give you all the muscle you need. Do you want a bigger dick? No problem. Want to get smarter or dumber? We can do that too."

Jack looked at the other cops, then back down at his flat stomach.

"I... I guess if you think I could do it," Jack said. "It can't be that hard."

"Oh, we'll make sure you meet our standards," the first cop replied as he turned Jack around. He reached down and grabbed the skinny guy's ass through his jeans.

Jack gasped and blushed. He was straight, but it still felt good. The cop squeezed his butt so hard that the skinny young man yelped. "Ahh... stop!"

The other cops laughed as the first cop continued to playing with Jack's ass. As the cop's calloused hands explored Jack's globes, the cop could feel the surface start to expand. While he was busy, the other cops reached out and started poking at Jack's chest. The last cop had other ideas. He hands found his way down to Jack's waist, swiftly pulling down his jeans, exposing more of his pale body. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public.

"I don't know about this..." he said.

"As I said before, you worry too much," the first cop reiterated, slapping his ass hard enough to make the skinny man jump. "Just relax." he said with a laugh.

The more the cops touched him, the more the strain on his clothes could be felt. As he looked down he could see two slim slabs of meat on what used to be his flat chest. He was still not at the level of the cops, but it felt like there was just a little more muscle there than before. Had they really made him more muscular already? "I don't know..."

"Relax, kid." The cop in front of him turned Jack around to face him. "We'll take good care of you." He leaned down and kissed the nervous young man on the lips.

Jack was shocked at first, but he had been getting more turned on as the cops played with his body. He opened his mouth and let the cop kiss him. The man's tongue slid into his mouth and played around with his own tongue. Jack could feel his erection growing in his pants as they kissed in front of the other cops.

"See?" the cop breaking the kiss said to the others. "I told you he has potential."

Jack blushed, but didn't say anything as the cop behind him slapped his ass again. The nervous young man felt like there was even more muscle there now.

The first cop now looked at Jack with hungry eyes. In one a single movement he grabbed the overly tightened guy's collar and split his shirt in two halves. Jack was now left wearing just his sneakers and a pair of briefs in front of the cops. "Let's see what we're working with..."

He reached down and continued like before, feeling up Jack's ass through his jeans. The other cops crowded around him, feeling up his arms, legs, back, and chest. Jack looked around nervously as they felt him up in public. He could feel their fingers sliding along his skin. It felt so good, but it was also scary being at their mercy.

"He's still a little too scrawny," one of the cops said as he squeezed Jack's bicep. "We need to bulk him up."

Jack looked down at his chest. There was still not much there, but it did look fuller than before.

The first cop had again circled around now standing behind Jack.

"Let's first see how that dick measures up" the first cop whispered in Jack's ear. He could feel the cop's bulge push up against his ass. At the same time, the other cops reached out and started feeling up his crotch through the fabric.

Jack blushed and tried to cover himself, but the cops were too strong. "Stop... please..." he said softly.

The cop in front of him reached down and pulled off the skinny guy's boxers, leaving him completely naked in front of the other cops. They laughed as they got their first look at his small cock.

"Hmm, not bad but we like to have a bit of fun at the station" one of the cops said with a laugh. "This wont do."

Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment, but the cop holding him laughed and said, "Don't worry, we can fix that too." He reached out and started stroking Jack's dick, making it grow harder.

The other cops crowded around him, continuing to feel up his arms, legs, back, chest, and balls. The cop still holding him said, "Let's get you a proper uniform." He reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs.

Jack's eyes widened in shock. "W-what are those for?"

The cop smiled at him. "You're going to be our new recruit. And as a recruit, you need to follow our orders. So do what I say and put your hands behind your back."

Jack felt like he was in a dream. He did as the cop ordered and turned around, putting his hands behind his back. The cop quickly cuffed him, making it impossible for him to move his arms. Then he reached down and untied Jack's shoes. "Now, let's get started..."

The cop laughed and turned to the others. "Watch this," he said with a grin. He reached into his bag again and pulled out something that looked like a weird tube of toothpaste. "This here is called Growth Factor," he explained as he squeezed some onto his hand. "It's what we use to help new recruits get up to our standards."

Jack watched with wide eyes as the cop rubbed the gel between his fingers, then reached out and started stroking his cock again. Jack gasped at how good it felt, but also at what he saw happening to his penis. It was starting to grow! The other cops laughed and cheered as they watched him get a proper dick.

"Holy shit!" one of them exclaimed. "He's growing like a weed!"

Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. His pecker was quickly becoming a big, thick cock! He had never felt so turned on in his life. The cop continued to stroke him as he watched his own cock grow longer and harder. It felt like someone was giving him the best handjob ever.

The other cops cheered as Jack's new cock reached full length. It was now 8 inches long and rock hard, with a huge ballsack hanging beneath it. Jack looked down at his crotch in amazement. He was now sporting a massive dick!

The cop stopped stroking him and said, "There you go. That's a proper cock if I've ever seen one." The other cops laughed as they stared at Jack's new equipment. He felt like he was the biggest stud in the world with his huge tool between his legs.

"Now," the cop continued, "let's get started on the rest of you..."

The first cop passed the gel to his colleagues who squeezed out a glob of the paste in their hands, ready to mold their new recruit.

The first cop turned Jack around so he was facing away from them again. He reached down and started feeling up the skinny guy's legs. "These need a little work," he said as he squeezed Jack's skinny thighs. "But they're a good foundation to build on."

Jack looked at his legs in amazement. As the cop's hands made their up his legs, he could see his legs start to expand with pure muscle. Jack looked down at his feet in shock. His legs had grown so much that the shoes he was wearing were now too small for him.

The other cops reached out and started feeling up Jack's arms, back, chest, and abdomen. They laughed as they felt his body growing more muscular under their fingers. "He's like Mr. Incredible," one of them joked.

Jack looked down at his stomach in amazement. He now had a clearly outlined six pack. The cops continued to feel up his body, making it grow more even muscular and attractive everywhere they touched. Jack felt like he was turning into a total hunk!

The first cop stepped back and looked at Jack's new body. "Not bad," he said with a grin. "You're almost ready for your new uniform."

Jack felt like he was going to die from embarrassment from being fully naked in public, but also from the feeling of the cops touching him all over. They were turning him into a total stud! The cop in front of him untied his shoes and reached down to pull off Jack's sneakers and socks.

The first cop continued to rub the growth factor into Jack's stomach, making it grow even more toned and muscular. His abs bulged out so much that they looked like they were about to pop out of his skin. Jack couldn't believe how good it felt to have his body changing right before their eyes. The cop finished with his stomach and said, "Watch this."

He reached down and started rubbing the growth factor directly into Jack's cock, making it grow even harder and longer. Jack gasped at how good it felt to have his dick getting even larger and more sensitive. The other cops cheered as they watched him get a proper cock!

The first cop finished with Jack's cock and said, "There you go. That's a recruit who's ready for his new uniform." He reached into his bag again and pulled out some clothes.

Jack looked down at himself in amazement. He had gone from being a scrawny, nerdy university student to looking like a total hunk! The cops were staring at him with their jaws open in shock. They couldn't believe how good he looked now that he was all muscular and toned.

The first cop handed Jack his new uniform: a pair of tight, blue slacks that showed off his huge ass; a dark blue blouse that was one size too small to show off his toned stomach even if it was closed; and a leather belt to carry around his utility needed for his duties.

Jack put on his new clothes, feeling like a total badass as he did. The other cops couldn't take their eyes off him.

The first cop unlocked the cuffs from around his wrists and said, "Alright, you're almost part of our team now."

Still enthralled by his physical changes Jack had no idea what the cops still had left in store for him.

Then he realized there was one place the men had not been to yet: his face. As if on cue, two cops held Jack by the shoulder from behind as the remaining cop procured another item from his bag.

The cop held in front of Jack a small round brown tin filled with a thick white paste.

"We need you to also look authoritative, criminals will not take you serious otherwise," he remarked.

Jack could feel the cream being spread on his eye brows and cheeks. As the paste was absorbed into the skin, he understood why the other cops had restrained him. His face became incredibly itchy and it felt like a thousand small needles were pinned onto his face.

Whilst Jack couldn't see it he could feel all the small hairs that had now formed a full beard, and busy eyebrows.

"Now you look like like a real man" the cop exclaimed.

"You don't know the first thing about being cop yet, but don't worry, we'll show you the ropes" he said with suggestive wink, motioning for Jack and his other colleague to head to the patrol car.

--- Author notes ---

This is my first time trying to use AI assistance in writing stories. I was inspired by fellow users like @fafnir19 and @artificial-transmutations using it in their hot stories! I must say the freedom it offers in finding a fitting picture is really useful! For text generation it's also good but you really can't expect to write everything for you! Still a lot of intervention required. To be really honest, there are still some parts which are iffy but for an experiment I think it's fine!

I did want to include some mental changes/reprogramming but aside from Jack gaining confidence I don't think I could have included it since it would make this story extremely long.

If anyone is curious about more of the technical workings on how I managed to create the artworks or text just let me know.

Hope you enjoyed it. If anyone wants I can post a couple more images that I generated but did not make the final selection!

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