Helping Out A Friend: Part III

Helping Out A Friend: Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries, check out Part I and Part II.

I finally arrived back at the frat house, surprised that the frigid weather did not bother me during my walk. With my bigger build and how sweaty I was, the cold was welcomed with open arms rather than coldly rejected like how I used to feel about the weather. Once inside, I promptly kick off my shoes to get the snow off and quickly ascend the stairs. As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me as I drop off my gym bag just past the doorway. Heading over towards my bed, I groan as I fall back onto the mattress, where it warmly greets me with a slight bounce as I land.

I lay in bed to relax for a moment, the first break I’ve given myself since waking up. I shut my eyes as I exhale a sigh of relief and begin to reflect about my day so far. Thinking about my workout, I can’t help but still find myself in shock while considering the amount of weight that I lifted. I can’t deny that I begin to feel more of “Antonio’s” persona begin to spill out of me. After my first experience with the bar, I quickly found myself getting competitive with Brian throughout the session. I would quietly observe him doing a machine, and after he finished, I would take my turn. However, I found myself naturally trying to showcase my strength by adding more weight to a machine or doing more sets than he did. As Curtis, I wasn’t competitive in an athletic way. My competitive spirit was fairly tame, where the only time it was brought out was on academic-related options such as scoring the best on tests and leading a debate team or quiz bowl to victory. It was a strange feeling to allow all of that competitive nature to infiltrate me, but I can’t deny that it was cool to tap into a more manly form of competitive nature while still retaining the intelligence I had as Curtis.

Continuing to lie sprawled out on bed, I started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Thinking about my workout still, I begin to reason that the after-effects of my workout are finally beginning to make themselves known. “Well, it looks like I’m going to have to sleep in early tonight…” I say out loud, stretching my arms and legs out while attempting to stifle my yawn. “Oh fuck…” I angrily announce, suddenly remembering the frat party that Brian told me about. I knew that they would not let me miss it, but I was so tired that I needed to come up with some sort of solution to fix this drowsiness I felt. Deciding that it would be best to nap, I immediately sat up from my bed and stood up. Groaning because of my sore muscles, I quickly peel off my sweaty clothing so I could get ready to sleep. Despite my gangly frame that I despised, it was a natural step for me to sleep only in my underwear as Curtis. Luckily for myself, this habitual sleeping setup continued as Antonio. But with a body like this, it’s not really that strange of a desire anymore to show off my body (even if it’s exclusively for myself) given just how comfortable I’m finding myself as Antonio. Once I remove my garments, I smile as I look down and find myself only dressed in the bright red jockstrap that I wore to the gym. Falling back into the bed, I set my alarm for later in the evening and quickly drift off to sleep.

When the time comes, I’m awakened by the blaring tones of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, my eyes scan around the room until I reach the window. Looking out of it, I can see only darkness, sans the glowing ring light at the top right corner of the window belonging to a nearby street-light. Along with that vision, I hear the sound of deep bass echoing through the walls into my room. The party has already started, so I guess I better start getting ready before I miss it completely. Standing up and walking over to my closet, I grab one of the towels hanging and immediately exit the room to head to shower. With haste, I walk further down the hallway, where the music reverberates louder and louder along with a chorus of voices that slowly begin to emerge. I finally reach my destination and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Immediately, I rip off my jockstrap and twist the shower knobs.

To allow the water to warm up, I head over to the toilet, where I sit down on the stool and unlock my phone. Curious to see how Antonio’s social media feed looks, I decide to open up Instagram to see who Antonio follows and anyone he finds attractive. While scrolling, my mind immediately ignores and swipes past any girls or any of Antonio’s frat brothers as my mind is exclusively curious to see what guys he actively follows. In previous discussions we’ve had, it seemed that his taste tended to be far different than mine, where his interests were primarily composed of beefy or bearish guys. This conversation seems to seem valid as I come across photos of other beefy and chubby guys that Antonio found attractive, but I soon go wide-eyed as I finally come across someone that I knew. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, looking at the screen and coming face-to-face with a selfie of the crush I had as Curtis… Gabe Simmons. 

To read Gabe’s story, click here.

While looking at the photo, I can’t believe that Antonio also found Gabe as hot as I did. I used to talk to him about Gabe constantly, but he never seemed to share the same interest in him as I did. From what I knew about the both of them, it seemed highly unlikely that they were friends given that Antonio wasn’t in a science major like me and Gabe were. On top of that, Gabe was in an entirely different social circle than Antonio, so I found it strange that he would be following Gabe. 

Continuing to scroll through Gabe’s feed, my eyes remain wide as I discover that every possible photo prior to the swap was liked by Antonio. While staring at his thick biceps, I can feel my dick slowly harden and grow wedged underneath the toilet seat. As I begin to feel the cool sensation of porcelain against my dickhead, I look down and begin to go into a vicious cycle of doubt. My mind goes rampant as I start to question everything and ponder what truly caused my dick to get hard. 

Was it just my attraction to Gabe or was it due to Antonio’s own muscle memory of staring at these same pictures and firming up at just the sight of the hunky nerd I was friends with? 

Was this another part of Antonio’s master plan of swapping with me? 

Was the whole fear of failing his last semester a ruse so he can get closer to the man we both seemingly wanted? 

My thoughts are soon interrupted as I look up and watch the steam from the shower slowly rise up towards the ceiling, notifying me that the water was finally warm enough. My boner still remains firm, but I decide not to take care of that right now as my mind continues to create conspiracy theories about what Antonio’s true intentions were for this swap.

In comparison to my first showering experience, this time goes quicker as my body goes on auto-pilot while my mind wanders to manic places. Once I finish, I twist the knobs until the water stops and then step out of the shower. After shaking the towel on my hair, I do a quick swipe down my torso and backside before finally tying the towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

Returning back into my room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. While I spent the majority of the day afraid of the concept of a frat party, I can’t help but be thankful for it now. The possibility of getting drunk and forgetting about my Antonio situation seems like paradise currently, so I move fast to get dressed and get downstairs. I rip off my towel and immediately begin to dry myself off rapidly. The majority of my body is dry, but there’s still one area left to lose some of that dampness. As I quickly pass the towel underneath my crotch, I polish off my crown jewels until my body is now completely dried off. I put on another jockstrap, a white one this time, and follow it up with a pair of denim jeans. I search through my closet for a shirt to fit the party vibe, but I’m unable to find one that truly stands out for me. 

Looking to compromise, I throw on a shirt for Jameson whiskey and shrug. “Parties involve drinking, so at least I’m somewhat on brand?” I think to myself as I pull the shirt down until it’s taunt around my biceps and over my pecs. When I look into the mirror, I look at my messy hair and decide I simply cannot be bothered with letting it dry it off completely. So, I grab a black cap off my dresser and place it on my head, twisting the bill towards my back as I finish my look. I pull out my phone and make a face as I take a few selfies to commemorate my first ever frat party. While looking at the photos, it’s clear by the look on my face that I’m not feeling in high spirits. However, eager to remedy my mood and not wanting to miss out on any more of the action, I left my room as I headed out down the stairs to the rowdy party that was already well underway…

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Interpreting Your Desires

“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.

I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine. 

Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.

“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body. 

“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?” 

His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.

“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.

Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”

Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.

Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby's room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.

I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired...

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Scent Of An Alpha

Hello there everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! This story was created specifically for @transformhim​ based on his requests for the Great Story Exchange of 2020. I hope you guys like the story and I hope it can give you some Christmas cheer in a not-so-cheerful time!

As I heard the knock of the door, I jumped up off the couch and rushed to the doorway. It was Christmas Eve and I had been waiting for weeks for my roommate’s present to show up. The present itself wasn’t something super expensive, but it something that I had heard my roommate Brian constantly talking about with his best friends for months now. Apparently, it was some sort of pheromone-infused cologne, which had given him the idea that along with his killer looks. The product itself promised that while using it, any user would find themselves completely irresistible to any woman they meet. I originally laughed at his interest in the product, since there was absolutely no way it would have worked. I had tried pheromone stuff as well to try and attract a guy, but it truly never worked and smelled awful. In fact, as a woman myself, Brian’s clamoring for a product to give him an edge with the ladies truly just made me less and less interested in him. Sure, Brian was definitely attractive, but the way he acted in public like a total douche truly made me despise him.

Brian and I had been best friends since elementary school as he was a sports star and I was always the head cheerleader for any sport he did. He had tried to make moves on me back in middle school, but I made it abundantly clear that he was not my type. However, Brian had no hard feelings and he began to treat me more like “one of the boys”, which surprisingly made me feel more comfortable instead of getting his wandering eyes anytime we chatted. We both got scholarships to the same school, so although I personally wasn’t a fan of the idea of living with a messy jock, it made economical sense to just get an apartment together and split the rent. Another plus to the situation is it saved us from having to deal with random creeps in a dorm.

Quickly opening the door, I grab the box from the delivery guy, sign for the package, and shut the door faster than the man could say a single word to me. After shutting the door and locking it behind me, I wedge the box between my arm and torso and head into the kitchen. Once near the counter, I quickly open the box and verify that it wasn’t damaged. “Insatiable: A Cologne to Bring Out Your Inner Alpha” was what I was greeted to once I ripped open the box. I laughed as I read it out loud, thinking about how stupid this item is. “Women don’t care about how you smell” I said, continuing to smile at the stupidity of this item. “They care about how you treat them and how compatible you are with each other” I continued with an eye roll and slight chuckle.

Continuing to make sure it wasn’t damaged, I opened the packaging and pulled out the rectangular glass bottle. Of course, to make sure that this product was clearly for men, it was a rigid and angular bottle. I continued to examine it and think about how it must smell. Curious about it, I decided to try it out and get a head start getting used to how bad the apartment is going to smell once Brian begins to wear it whenever he goes out on the town. I press down on the nozzle and I soon find that my curiosity has punished me as my nose was instantly hit with the scent of cedar trees and complete BO. Given how potent and strong it was, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cologne company just rung out sweaty socks into a bottle and called it a day. I gagged and held my breath while I rapidly fanned my dainty manicured hand away from my face to get the foul odor spread elsewhere.

However, as I waved my hand, I noticed that these dark clouds of cologne were not dissipating and  moving away from me. In fact, it was moving in tandem with my shaking hands like it was glued to them somehow. Squinting to look through the cloud, I begin to feel a vibrating sensation as I watched my hands begin to bulge out. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel them growing wider and thicker through the heavy cloud. They were certainly no longer the well-manicured hands of a woman as I watched the red nail polish chip away until my nails were completely bare. Instead, they had grown larger and more callused as they took on the appearance of someone like my father, the definitely of a “working man”. I gasp upon closer inspection as I watched dark hair began to appear more and more prominently on my hands as well. The hair continued to spread up from my knuckles and up my hand as the cloud of smoke finally began to move along with it.

I cried out in shock as I watched the cloud suddenly begin to creep up each arm. My light toned arms began to bulk up as my forearms bulged out and my biceps grew larger and thicker than the lightly toned build that years of yoga had given me. Along with that, I watched as that dark hair continued to grow up my arms and my veins begin to appear more prominently along my forearms.

As the clouds moved up my now-thicker shoulders, they finally began to merge once more as the singular thicker cloud began to move down my torso. Confused and also afraid of what was about to happen, I quickly took off my shirt and bra as I ran into the mirror and watched the changes unfold. I gasped in shock as I began to feel a rough pull in my chest. Looking down, I watched as my once-prominent breasts quickly melted away. As they slowly receded, I watched as my wider nipples also began to shrink as well into smaller more masculine ones. After a moment, I waited before finally moving my hands towards them. As the cloud began to move down, I took the opportunity to look at my new chest. Upon inspection, I realized that it had slowly reformed into a set of fledgling yet still impressive pectorals. Lifting up my arms, I also began to look at the thick pelt of armpit hair now pushing out from my armpits. I tilt my head in and gingerly sniff them, gagging in disgust as I take in the new scent. As I smell it, I begin to recognize it as the potent smell of that cologne. The level of odor permeating from my pits makes it seem as if I had directly sprayed them with the nasty cologne, yet I know that I didn’t. Finally beginning to understand that this cologne is somehow turning me into a man, I groan as I start to think about just how naturally sweaty I’m about to become. My mind immediately thinks about any future workouts I’m going to have and I mentally begin to grasp the idea of having to lather on several layers of deodorant just to stay ahead of my sweaty pits. However, my wandering thoughts about my armpits quickly disappears as I watch the cloud move farther down my body. As it gets closer to my waist, I begin to fear for the upcoming changes to my sexual anatomy.

As my mind continued to grapple with the concept of having a dick, the cloud wasted no time as it continued moving down my body. A slight outward tug along the sides of my torso informed me that my once-hourglass figure was melting away as a new masculine form emerged. A searing pain on the side of my body also causes me to turn and investigate the source with the mirror. I gasp in shock as I look at the new tattoos that have just suddenly appeared on the side of my body. What once used to be a simple toned stomach now had changed as well. My stomach rolled in discomfort as the cloud continued to change my body. With each stomach rumble, I watched as abdominal muscles suddenly formed into existence one-by-one until I had a complete set of abs. I let out a little chuckle as I watched a V (which Brian had told me was the male equivalent of a female’s thigh gap) suddenly emerge on my lower torso as the cloud now firmly stopped around my crotch.

Both curious and scared at the events about to unfold, I dropped my shorts and underwear as I stared at my vagina for the last time. Within no time, I feel an inner tugging emerge from within my vaginal cavity. The tugging lasts for several moments as I watch a tiny nub of a cock head suddenly pop out of my tight slit. This tugging continues, but without any added pain, as the head continues to push forward and bring with it the shaft of my new cock. Inch-by-inch, I watch as it births itself from my anatomy until a thick 5-inch soft cock now slumps downward from my still partially female anatomy. Suddenly, I feel myself go light-headed as I feel a deep tug continue downward. Looking down, I watch as a ball sac slowly slides out of my shrinking slit. I grunt in a bit of discomfort as I feel my two testes push through the smaller slit and drop into my new ball sac. Now finished forming, my male anatomy becomes permanent as I feel my slit permanently close and disappear from existence.

Still a bit afraid of my new cock, I decide against touching it for the time being as the cloud continues down my legs. My curvy yet dainty legs slowly begin to change as well. I watch as the curves begin to fade as more angular muscles over-take and turn them into heavily muscular legs. My eyes continue to stare as the black hair returns and runs down my legs. My thighs, now muscular and incredibly hairy, are a far cry from the curvy yet firm feminine set I had less than 10 minutes prior. My calves bulge out as the muscles of a frequent runner emerge and grow incredibly hairy. Finally, I watch as the cloud reaches my feet as I can feel them grow more masculine. An obvious change occurs as I feel my feet grow a few inches, firmly making it so I can never fit into even my old tennis shoes anymore.

Quickly done with the feet, I watch in shock as the cloud rapidly slides up my body once more and now looks me directly into the face. I gasp and try to hold my breath as I watch it move towards me and engulf the last remnants of my old life. The tingle begins to radiate as I feel my hair begin to pull into my scalp. As I watch it move up my head, I stare at the darkening color begin to emerge from the tips and move up, consuming the bright blonde hair I once had. A baseball cap suddenly materializes and wraps around my head, completely covering my new hair. With no other distractions for me to look at, I’m left to stare helplessly as my eyebrows grow thicker and more prominent and my nose goes from dainty to wider and more angular. My lips grow more masculine as well as my lipstick fades away and my upper lip begins to lose its feminine shape. I continue to hold my breath, but I can tell soon that my attempts to not breath in the fumes will soon be futile if the changes last much longer. I move my hands towards my face and feel as facial hair begins to grow in. My chin grows less curved as a more angular shape emerges, completing my complete physical transformation into a man. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I’m forced to gasp for air and as a result, inhale a large puff of the thick cloud. As I breath it in, I begin to feel incredibly dizzy in my head. Trying to remain sane, I try to think about my old life and remind myself that I’m not a man and I used to be a woman 10 minutes prior. However, as I desperately try to search for any memories of my female life, I find myself drawing a blank. My confusion doesn’t last for long as memories begin to suddenly emerge to my consciousness. Thinking about them, I begin to remember my life and history of playing sports with my bro Brian. I begin to think about growing up, my first kiss with Cindy Wallace in 2nd grade, going on my first date when I was younger. Sleepovers I used to have at Brian’s house after our games also begin to appear in my head as I start to finally calm down. Unknown to me, each prominent memory changes to make me believe that I’ve always been a male. Instead of the name Natalie, the name Nate begins to come to mind anytime I think about myself and who I am. I try to fight it, but the calmness that these new memories provide doesn’t make me put up much of a fight as they overtake me and make me accept this new persona. As the changes begin to finalize, I grow lightheaded and my eyes suddenly close as I fall out of consciousness.

My eyes suddenly open and I feel as if I’m a brand new man. I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how hot I am. Unable to stop myself from my narcissistic self-image, I slide my hand into the pocket of my athletic shorts and pull out my cell phone. Quickly opening the camera, I take several pictures and quickly send them to some girls on Snapchat. I flex in the mirror as I think about how hot I truly am. My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to get constant dings as my eager classmates clamor to screenshot the photos and message me begging to take them out and give them a good time. I laugh thinking about it, it’s so amazing to be so irresistible. It’s especially funny thinking about how eager they are to get with me, even if it’s just for a quick fuck.

These thoughts are interrupted as a loud alarm begins to go off on my phone. I quickly turn it off and gasp as I look at the clock. Pissed at myself about being late, I scold myself and quickly throw on a pair of athletic sweatpants and a Nike shirt before heading out of the door. It’s Christmas Eve here, and me and my bro Brian were going to go bar-hopping to see if we can get each other some hookups and give ourselves a little Christmas cheer before we go work out tomorrow while the gyms are empty.

I’d ask for you to wish us luck, but I’m sure we’ll have no problem getting lucky…

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Jock-Strapped!

To me, there was nothing better than going to the gym. I got quite the kick out of flexing my muscles for all of the ladies and intimidating all of the other men who wanted to have bodies like mine. The lustful stares from all of the men who wanted nothing more to either be me or worship me were the fuel for all of my workouts. Nothing was better than pumping some iron, getting bigger, and knowing that I was the biggest man here.

Although, I must admit that I did have another pastime at the gym. Call me a stereotype, but I loved to make fun of the various chubs who couldn’t gain muscle or shed their pounds of lard. One particular guy that I loved to taunt was named Chris. The kid was in his mid-20s, which was apparent from the gut that he was sporting. It seemed like too many trips to college dining halls had started to affect the man’s body, so I couldn’t deny myself the luxury of rubbing that fact in. He definitely had potential to look as great as me one day, but his inability to lose any weight was incredibly hilarious as it meant no matter how hard he tried, he’d be stuck with such a chubby body. My daily ritual after a workout was to come up to him in the locker room, slap his gut, and call him “Porky” as I passed by.

However, I had no idea that this time was going to be different for me. It was a late evening in the gym, so we were completely alone in the locker room as everyone preferred to go out partying and going out. I mean sure, I loved to do that too but I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of my gains. Anyway, I came into the locker room after finishing my workout. It was a cardio day, so I was extremely sweaty from the hard work I put in. Deciding the best course of action would be to shower up afterwards, I quickly went over to my locker and stripped down to nothing. I grabbed a towel and slammed the locker door shut. I wasn’t sure if he was gay or something, but I used to catch the dweeb staring at me in the locker room so I decided to give him the full show. With a swagger in my step, I strutted past him as I marched towards the shower. However, when I did my usual routine of ridicule, Chris no longer just took it quietly. “You better watch what you say” he muttered under his breath, which only fueled me to continue my taunt. “And why’s that chubs? What are you going to do about it huh?” I asked, chuckling a hearty laugh as I saw the anger radiating off his wide frame.

Out of nowhere, Chris began to mutter several phrases under his breath. I attempted to listen closer, but it all sounded like some sort of foreign language that was a far cry from my few years of high school Spanish. “Hey asshole, what are you saying?” I angrily cried out, growing more and more uncomfortable as the words flowed faster out of his throat with an angry grit added to it.

Despite my attempts, he refused to break from his chant, which grew wilder and wilder as his voice grew louder along with it. At first I thought he was just fucking around, but when the lights in the locker room began to flicker, I began to grow fearful. Who was this kid and what kind of prank is he trying to play here? Before I could express my anger and demand once more to know what was going on, I felt my body grow rigid. I attempted to move and scream, but it was as if I was bound and gagged to prevent anyone from knowing what was going on. My eyes turned into saucers as I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. This dude had no muscle on his body, so how was he able to get control over me with no physical contact! While stuck stationary in the middle of the locker room, my eyes could only dart side to side as Chris began to move around me. He paced around me in a circle, his eyes squinting in concentration as his voice grew more and more into a joyful yet powerful shout.

As the repetition continued to grow faster and faster, I felt myself beginning to grow shorter. I couldn’t look down, so I could only stare in shock as the eye-level appropriate for my 6’4” frame was dropping by the second. Every attempt to scream and shout was completely muted as I felt a weird itch in the back of my throat. It honestly felt as if my throat was filled with cotton and every attempt to scream and shout only made it harder to breathe successfully. Not wanting to die by choking to death, I kept my silence as I watched myself grow shorter and shorter.

Along with this, I began to feel a light feeling spread across my body. The heft of my muscles and bulky build began to fade away until I felt as light as a feather. If I was free to move at my own volition, I was sure that I would be disoriented and swaying due to the weird sensations coursing through my body. By now, my height had shrunk to the point where I was right below Chris’ knees. Seeing him towering over me like this, I knew that I was quite fucked now. I groaned in pain as I began to feel my body contort in tandem with the weird hand movements that Chris was making while continuing to circle around me. Through some mysterious force, I could only watch as I dropped down to my knees and watched the tan color of my skin begin to fade away. The pigmentation began to change until I was left with an incredibly pale, almost white color solely placed around my thighs and legs. Before I could look any further, pain coursed through my body as my arms bent backwards around me. I wanted to scream and cry as the unbearable pain continued to tug upon my limbs. I couldn’t see it, but the pain in my arms began to fade as the two limbs fused together. The pain then moved over to the section of my legs touching the ground while in the kneeling position. Tears began to flow from my face as I felt the remaining section of my legs expand like chewing gum until they too also became attached to the continuous circle formed out of my two arms. Now off-kilter, I fell backwards and onto the cold floor, but every sensation felt weirdly muted. Out of nowhere, I began to feel an incredible pressure clamping down onto the top of my head. As my head collapsed into my torso, the last image I saw before everything went black was Chris’ gleeful smile. With these final moments, a dry wheeze escaped from my dry lips. As I fully crumpled onto the floor, I had little idea that that would be the last noise I ever uttered as a human.

When I regained my vision, I found myself looking directly up at the ceiling. The lights above me shined brightly, but any attempt to close my eyes or turn away was useless. In my new state, I soon discovered that I also no longer had any range of motion. By this point, I heard Chris’ disembodied chanting finally came to end. Out of nowhere, I saw as he leaned in and looked down at me with a wide smile forming onto his face. “Ah yes, thank you so much for all of those days of ridicule. Without it, I never would have attempted to learn about black magic.” He said, a villain-like laugh echoing through the empty locker room as he picked me up. My field of view looked up at him and grew shaky as I saw each foot lift up and run against what used to be my arms and legs. Despite my offkilterness, I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure that reverberated through my body with just a single touch of my former victim. With his legs now running against me, I could only stare in complete shock as Chris used his arms and pulled me closer to him. By this point, the only thing I could see was the flab hanging off of his body and his head that showed up in between the valley of his flabby man-tits. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I felt motion as he began to walk over to the mirror. When he stopped his motion, I struggled but successfully began to move my vision elsewhere so I was looking straight ahead. However, as I looked forward and into the mirror, I finally saw what had become of me. I had become his new jockstrap! 

I wanted to cry, to begin sobbing for the chubby man to turn me back to my real body. However, I knew it was impossible despite my attempts. Jock-straps can’t talk, so I knew that was impossible as I was no longer given the gift of vocal cords. “I’m sure you’re freaking out, but please don’t be scared. I’m planning on taking good care of you Brycen” he said. “See, with this spell, I gain all of your knowledge while wearing you. By wearing you at every workout, I’ll learn how to become a fitness master in no time. No longer will I be the “porker” you once described me as. I’ll become the new king of the gym and gain the body I always dreamed of having.” 

As he mentioned those words, I began to feel a shift occur from within my brain. An intense sense of calmness began to overtake my mind as I began to comprehend what my new form was. With this new attitude adjustment, I found myself no longer worrying about gaining my body back or having muscles. As Chris’ favorite jockstrap, my only focus became about being worn and feeling the sweat soak through my fabric form. I was like an addict needing a hit, desperately craving for Chris to wear me and do an intense workout. 

My wish was seemingly granted as I felt my vision hindered by the pair of athletic shorts that he put over me. As he walked, I felt his semi-hard manhood throbbing against my fabric, which only made me more and more eager at my new possibilities as a jock-strap. Hopefully, after a good workout, I could expect Chris to wear me more and more as he gained the hunky body he’s always dreamed. Given that he’s my master now, I couldn’t deny that it would be a pleasure to help him achieve his dream. I’d be more than willing to help him with anything he desires, although I could appreciate him a bit more if he could give me a taste of bodily juices beyond just simple sweat...

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Streamer To Subscriber - Part II

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When Dan was jolted awake by an alarm, he knew something strange was going on. Given that he had no job, there was no reason for him to have an alarm waking him up. As he rubbed his eyes and opened them fully, his already fast-beating chest began to pound even harder as he no longer found himself in his bedroom. The room he was in seemed somewhat familiar, but his sleepy daze prevented him from fully realizing his new location at first. Rolling out of bed, as Dan jumped to his feet, he was surprised by just how light on his feet he was. Looking down, he soon realized the reason behind this. In his downward glare, Dan grew shocked as he no longer found his chubby paunch bulging forth from his torso. Moving his hands towards the missing weight he had fallen asleep with, he explored his torso, where his palms felt a physique that was a far cry from his own. He was much leaner and had a decent amount of muscle, which was made obvious even through the black t-shirt he found himself wearing. In his shock, he desperately searched around the room until his eyes met the reflection staring back in the mirror. Dan couldn’t believe it, but staring back at him was the reflection of his unknowing rival Hasan Piker. 

Gasping in disbelief, Dan fell to the floor in shock, knocking over a computer monitor due to the sudden revelation. Unable to believe that this was really happening, Dan crawled closer to the mirror to verify that what he was seeing was reality. Through the series of facial expressions and hand motions that Dan made, it confirmed the fact that he was in fact Hasan Piker now. Still not believing that this was happening to him, Dan searched for a cell phone. In his desperate search, he prayed that the camera of a cell phone would give him a third opinion different from what he subconsciously knew was reality for him now.

Upon finding the phone and pulling up the camera app while remaining on the floor, Dan knew there was no way to deny the fact that he was now the famous streamer.  Taking several selfies just for safe measure, the unhappy look on his face was made evident as he realized that something fucked up had happened to him.  

“What the literal fuck is going on?” Dan angrily stated as he continued to glare into the mirror. He had wished for revenge on Hasan, but he didn’t mean for that to happen at the expense of losing his own body. No matter how unhappy he had previously been, there was no way that he wanted to give up his family and friends just to lead to the destruction of Hasan’s career. However, he couldn’t deny that he liked the voice that he heard coming out of his mouth. He loved it so much in fact that he began to just talk out loud just to hear the deep timbre of his new voice. Even despite his anger, his body made itself known in terms of its enjoyment by the rapidly hardening dick that was making itself visible through his sweatpants.

Dan knew that he didn’t want this, but as he rubbed his hand against his throbbing member, he couldn’t deny that there was some part of him that enjoyed this. Deciding that he wanted to take a closer look, Dan quickly jumped to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom. Despite the still-confusing scenario, it was impossible for a grin to manifest itself between his trimmed facial hair as yet another mirror confirmed his new visage. This wasn’t what he had meant by getting revenge on Hasan, but he did have to admit that he was impressed by the power of that Dark Web individual. No longer did he have to be jealousy of Hasan and his lifestyle, it was his now!

Deciding that he wanted to get a more holistic view of his body, Dan began to take more photos on his phone, tilting the phone at various angles to get a better idea of how he fully looked. He knew that Hasan was a gorgeous man, but it was crazy to experience seeing that hunky reflection staring back at him. The concept of having his life and body was fully dawning on him now, and he couldn’t deny how erotic that was to him. It was no surprise to Dan as he felt his dick reach the peak level of hardness in response.

Eager to continue exploring, Dan promptly ripped off his clothing until all that he was left wearing was a pair of powder blue boxer briefs. His hand automatically continued to take selfies as he took off each piece of clothing. It was a private strip-tease for himself, and it was clear that he was beginning to love every second of it. As he took one final picture, he pinched his toned stomach to prove this wasn’t a dream and also remind himself of just how skinny he was.

As he felt his throbbing member beginning to leak from within his underwear, Dan decided the best course of action would be to finally take a good look at his new equipment. He knew that he was rather small in terms of endowment as Dan, but with Hasan’s body, Dan no longer had to deal with that trouble. Now, he had a thick penis that would definitely make him irresistible with the guys. He moaned in wicked pleasure as he imagined himself inviting guys over to pleasure him in any way he demanded. He now had a level of innate dominance that he never had a chance of having as Dan. 

No longer willing to wait, Dan slid his hand around his thicker shaft and began to stroke. Despite having spent years doing it, the action in his new body felt completely euphoric as if it was his first time. Stepping into the shower as he continued to thrust his manhood in pulsating pleasure, it took no time at all before he was close to climaxing. It didn’t help his pleasure hearing Hasan’s husky voice allow deep moans echo all around the bathroom. Within a minute of stepping into the shower, Dan was shooting ropes of semen against the glass shower door. 

Upon catching his breath after his quick jerk-off session, Dan gained post-nut clarity and immediately began to think about what to do with his day. While imagining some plans for his day, Dan’s body went on autopilot as he washed himself off. Although he couldn’t help but feel turned on once more as he rubbed his biceps and ran his bigger hands across his pelt of chest hair, Dan had his mind set on something so he quickly dried off and headed towards his computer.

While sitting at his desk and coming to the realization that Hasan was probably coming to realize his own changes, Dan was quick to jump into action to prevent his secret from coming out. After heading onto Hasan’s various social media platforms such as Twitter and Instagram, Dan quickly blocked his old social media accounts to prevent Hasan from trying to reveal the secret of their swap. Sure, no one would believe the real Hasan’s pleas, but Dan didn’t want to even leave the possibility that even one person would come to understand the swap and believe it as reality.

With this potential hassle out of the way, Dan paced around his apartment and took note of just how well-equipped he now is for streaming on Twitch. His pacing ultimately led him to Hasan’s closet, where Dan spent several minutes exploring his clothing options and trying to decide on an outfit. Still feeling turned on by his hunky body, Dan decided the best course of action would be to wear the tightest clothing possible to show off his physique. As a result, Dan immediately pulled out a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of tight compression shorts and put them on. 

Looking into the bedroom mirror, Dan was undoubtedly wowed by the sight of his biceps being proudly displayed and the modest shelf of pectorals that now bulged forth from the tank-top. Turning into the mirror to stare at his shorts, he couldn’t help but give props to Hasan for giving him such a prime body to make his own. With his bulging thighs built with solid muscle, Dan was impressed by just how amazing he looked in the shorts. His ass was now rather promising and his bulge was constantly apparent as well even while soft. 

Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Hasan losing all of this. He knew that his dick was much smaller than Hasan’s and his body was clearly not in as good of shape. But that realization just furthered Dan’s joy about the reality of their swap. Hasan wouldn’t be able to rely on his body and personality to get attention anymore. He’d have to work like a real man in Dan’s older body and learn how to make a career for himself while being jobless during a pandemic.

Curious, Dan glances at the clock and comes to the realization that it’s about time for Hasan to start his daily stream. Although he was a bit nervous about trying to replicate Hasan’s behavior, Dan knew it would be better if he just pretended like nothing had changed and it was just business as usual for “Hasan”. So, after taking a deep breath and setting up his camera, he started his Twitch and tweeted out the link for his thousands of followers to flood into the stream.

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It was at this moment when the real Hasan received the notification on his new phone telling him that Hasan Piker was going live on Twitch. In shock at the fact that this body snatcher was just fully pretending to be him as if nothing happened, Hasan clicked the link to join the stream.

When Hasan watched his old face fill up the screen with a bright smile, his portly new body immediately grew furious. He desperately searched for a chat box to reach out to the man pretending to be him and announce that he’s the real Hasan, but his search for any way to communicate with the imposter came up empty. Upon realizing that there was no chat box, Hasan grew nervous as he began to realize that this had to have been a user that had been banned from his stream previously. He himself had been involved in very few of the bans dished out on his stream, so he couldn’t possibly narrow down whose body he is currently occupying. At this moment, Hasan scolded himself for not being more involved in the bans given the fact that his moderators often banned people immediately any time they attempted to be offensive before he could even notice it. Thinking about the numbers that his streams normally got, he knew that there had to be at least thousands of possibilities in terms of people he could have possibly swapped with. This ever increasing mystery just furthered his anger in regards to his new situation.

At first, the stream started out normal like Hasan’s previous streams. For the first couple hours, Hasan watched as Dan perfectly replicated Hasan’s quirks and speech and played the video games he often did on stream. With Hasan observing such well-rehearsed behavior, he knew that this wasn’t just some simple fan. This was a guy who knew everything about Hasan after watching endless hours of his content. It was so wildly unnerving just how well the imposter was able to be him that chills ran down Hasan’s spine.

However, after the imposter decided to take a break from the gaming session, Hasan became incredibly shocked at what then happened. It started out simple, with the imposter reading out any flirtatious comment and thanking them for their support. But as the compliments kept pouring in, “Hasan” began to grow more and more confident in his new form. He began to flex his muscles in his camera and talk about his body. Narcissism wasn’t completely brand new to Hasan’s streams, where he would often brag about his political contacts and do workout videos on stream but under the guise of “educating”. But this blatant narcissism was incredibly shocking to the real Hasan, who was left mouth agape at what was transpiring on his screen.

After a viewer complimented his clothing choice, Dan couldn’t help but chuckle and continue to brag about his body. “Thanks man, I was feeling really proud of my body this morning. When I was getting ready, I thought I might as well show it off right?!” He said, both his wide grin and tone indicating an intense sense of glee. Thankfully, the camera was only focused on the torso up, because if it was any lower it would have shown “Hasan’s” fully throbbing dick pressed against the tight compression shorts and begging for some kind of release. Prior to the pandemic, he used to have some form of luck in the romance field. But with Hasan’s body, Dan was feeling an intense sense of desire from his viewers and that only made him more proud of his plan working out how it did.

Watching this transpire, Hasan grew increasingly agitated as he watched this imposter turn his channel into a page for individuals to just talk about how hot he was. He obviously felt somewhat good to see those kinds of comments directed towards his real body, but as he sat down and looked down at his flabby gut, his anger finally reached a boiling point. He had to do something to get his body back or at least make his presence known to the imposter. Due to this, Hasan quickly unlocked his phone and attempted to show himself to the fake Hasan on all of this man’s social media accounts. However, every possible attempt was blocked given Dan’s forethought about this very situation. Hasan even tried to create another Twitch account to try and comment on the stream, but due to Twitch shadow-banning the IP address, Hasan was left completely abandoned in his new life with no way of interacting with his old self.

Unable to figure out what to do, Hasan slammed the lid of his computer shut. As he hung his head in sadness, he once again caught sight of his body. The ball of fat attached to his torso left him feeling emotionally compromised. On its own, losing your body is already terrible, but it’s even worse when you lose it to a body that constantly reminds you of one of your worst times of your life. Every time he looked down, Hasan was constantly reminded of his chubby upbringing and it just made his mind immediately recollect those moments of self-loathing. Sure, being beefy or chubby wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was a problem for him personally. He used to get bullied for his chubby appearance and every possible attempt to lose weight back then ended up being useless for the young Hasan. That’s why he began working out even harder once he grew up so he could finally lose that weight and gain the physique that had just been so easily taken from him.

Before he could proceed any further, a knock on his door startled him and made him jump in his seat. “Uh, who is it?” Hasan asked, still startling himself when he heard his new voice. The voice on the opposite side of the door informed him that it was his mother and that she had just finished cooking lunch. As if on cue, Hasan began to feel a rumble echo through his large stomach, indicating this body’s desire for food as soon as possible. Unable to resist the growling stomach, he quickly responded with an “Ok, I’ll be right there!” and got up from his seat. Looking around the room, he pulled on a 2XL shirt and a pair of large basketball shorts and headed into the bathroom. After running a comb through his shorter hair and running his hands through his facial hair and taking note of the bushier untrimmed beard, Hasan cringed in discomfort and headed towards the kitchen.

As he took his seat at the table and his “mother” brought the various dishes of food to the table, the hunger began to take up priority in his mind. Unable to resist the temptation, Hasan immediately began to fill his plate with food, stacking food if possible. He hadn’t been hungry prior, but upon seeing all of the delectable food this stranger’s mother had made, he began to crave everything. He felt intense shame at first, but as he fully stuffed himself, that feeling began to change. He couldn’t stop himself from filling up his hefty gut and with each bite it provided a temporary relief that made him forget about his dire situation.

After several helpings of food and having his appetite finally sated, Hasan excused himself from the table and wobbled his way up the stairs and back into his bedroom. It was strange as he walked, feeling his large gut slosh around with its contents filling him up to the brim. Entering his bedroom, Hasan instinctually patted his stomach in contentment. Pacing across the room, he placed himself onto his bed and continued to pat his engorged gut. 

As he ran his hands over his gut, he soon felt a weird feeling of tranquility pass through his body. He felt surprisingly good after his lunch, and as a few belches escaped from his throat, he decided that maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He knew that he wanted his body back, but he didn’t mind the fact that he was seemingly able to truly relax and not worry about calorie counting and gym workouts for the time being. Sure, he hated his new body, but he knew this was going to be a long process before he could get his body back. While he’s in this shitty situation, it would probably be the most beneficial to try and make the best out of it. He definitely didn’t want to spiral into a sea of deep depression and apathy about getting his body back, so he decided to try and be as upbeat as possible about it.

Deciding he better shower and officially start his day, he headed into his bathroom and took off his clothes. Unwilling to let himself get depressed over the sight of his new body, Hasan ignored the mirrors completely and immediately stepped into the shower. This same process happened as he got out of the shower and began to dry himself off.

After getting dressed once more, Hasan finally took a closer glance at his bedroom for the time being. As his eyes caught sight of the art easel, he decided that it could possibly be a good form of expression to remain calm in his situation. So, he pulled a large chair towards the easel and plopped his chubby ass into it. Deciding to try and freestyle his painting, Hasan grabbed some paintbrushes and began to try his best to paint his feelings and calm down... 

While Hasan began to do this activity, the fun of “Hasan’s” stream only continued. If Hasan had taken a look at the stream upon finishing his shower, he would have been completely traumatized. As the thirsty comments continued to pour in and beg the streamer for more, Dan essentially began to take the role of a stripper. Playfully making eyes with the camera, viewers were left foaming at the mouth as “Hasan” took off his shirt to everyone’s glee. It was an incredibly erotic experience for everyone involved. Dan could only stare in shock as his viewer numbers skyrocketed due to word of mouth about his strip show. As tons of donations poured in and countless subscribers joined to watch the political commentator take a break and fully embrace his role as a gorgeous example of masculinity, Dan couldn’t help but smile at the camera as he finally got to live a life he always wanted for himself...

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Gaining Respect

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe it. They passed over me to give the position to some goddamn freshman!” Andrew groaned, unable to believe the treachery that he just experienced. Andrew was a hardworking junior in college, managing an intense science-oriented degree while being one of the starters on his college basketball team. For years, he had worked hard and led the team to victory every season, so it seemed like a no-brainer to him that he was the only option to be chosen for team captain this upcoming season. However, his coaches disagreed, giving the position to a brand new freshman who the school had been trying to recruit for months. Andrew could admit that heard amazing things about the underclassmen, but that didn’t mean that the decision was any less of a blow to his self-worth. It wasn’t a surprising decision, but it was most definitely infuriating one for the young man. Now an upperclassmen, there was a sense of urgency for Andrew to gain a leadership role, especially now that he just lost one of his two remaining chances. It especially stung to see one of his younger teammates take the position right out of his hands because every other year, the coaches would give the position to one of the remaining upperclassmen. He felt robbed and cheated out of something he had worked so hard for. So, it was understandable why he contacted his father and began to rant about his unbelievable situation.

On the other end of the phone line, his father Richard couldn’t help but feel bad for his only child. Andrew worked incredibly hard for both his classes and his athletics and it always pained Richard to see his son being passed up for exciting opportunities. The same thing happened to him back in high school as well, where Andrew was removed from his high school’s class cabinet because of him having to split time between basketball and his extracurriculars like Science Olympiad. It wasn’t Andrew’s fault that he was so gifted in so many fields, so why must he be punished for that? “I know son, that’s complete bullshit. I’m so sorry that happened to you” Richard said, unsure of what else to say to conceal his anger. 

“I just… I wish I could get respect from others about all of the things that I do. I work hard and I hate constantly being passed up. I wish I could just stand up for myself and demand what I rightfully earned!” Andrew continued, his voice turning into a slight whimper as he began to grow emotional. He wiped away the few tears that flowed down his cheeks, allowing a moment of silence where the only thing he could hear was the sound of his father’s breathing. He desperately needed his dad to give him some form of advice so he could feel better and know how to fix his problem.

However, for Richard, he had no idea what to say. Despite recognizing and sympathizing for Andrew’s troubles, Richard couldn’t relate to his son. In his life, Richard was quite outspoken and constantly made his thoughts and ideas known. After losing the opportunity to go to college to play ball by getting Andrew’s mother pregnant, Richard was determined to no longer waste any opportunities in his life. When he began to work any shitty job to support his growing family, he was determined to make it anyway he could. That determination and innate confidence paid off, as his co-workers began to respect him and turn to him for advice in every aspect of life beyond just work-related issues. 

As a result, it was no surprise that Richard found himself quickly rising up the ranks of a construction company until he was the lead foreman. This timing worked out well, especially as Richard began to lose a secondary source of income due to his wife’s untimely passing. However, his job was able to allow him to continue to support him and his son and even assist the man in saving up for his son’s college tuition. Respect is usually something earned, but for Richard, it was a basic necessity for him to survive. It was unfortunate that his son was dealing with these issues, but a little voice inside of him felt sort of optimistic about the potential ramifications of his problems. He hoped that Andrew would finally get a fire under his ass to stick up for himself and demand the respect he believed he deserved. It worked for Richard, so he was sure that it could work for his son as well.

Returning back to the call, Richard finally formulated a response for his emotional son. “I wish you could gain the respect that I know you rightfully deserve. I wish that you could have the same kind of respect I have from the guys at work. You rightfully deserve it, you’re such a great kid. Ever since you’ve been little, you’ve been a hard worker who was up for any challenge and faced it without any fear in your eyes. It’s a shame that the rest of the world can’t recognize that. As a parent, I’d do anything to fix that for you” Richard said, staying cool and collected but feeling rather emotional for his son. 

For the next several minutes, Richard began to ask his son about his classes. He had hoped that changing the subject could cheer him up, but he could still hear the sadness in the tone of Andrew’s voice. With nothing but awkward silence between them, Andrew began to end the call, informing his dad that he wanted to come home. Richard was quite happy to hear this, so they made plans for his child to arrive home late that night to spend the weekend. Although the university was only an hour away, it was hard for either of them to really meet up given their busy schedules. So, the opportunity to be with his son once more was incredibly exciting to the widowed father. 

Unknown to either Richard or Andrew, there was some mysterious force that was also listening in on their call. It sympathized with the young man’s pleas and his father’s attempts to cheer him up. As it listened in and understood the situation, it began to formulate the perfect plan to remedy the young man’s problems. The older man fell asleep before his son arrived, so he never got the chance to say hello. The underappreciated athlete wasn’t too upset about this fact however due to his drowsy state. The combination of practice and the late-night drive left him entirely worn out and desperate for sleep. So, by the time Andrew got into his room and undressed, his body cried out for sleep. As soon as he undressed and his face fell into his pillow, it was lights out. While they slept, they were blissfully unaware of the shock that they would both experience the next morning…

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When the blaring noise of alarm rang out into his bedroom, Andrew groaned as he was immediately brought out of his slumber. As his head remained buried into the pillow, Andrew’s arm recklessly searched his end-table for his phone to no avail. Instead, his fingers grazed along a real alarm clock, something he had never used in his life. He could feel the noise ringing out of the tiny rectangular alarm clock, so he banged his fist against it, desperate for the ringing to stop. As the alarm quickly ended, he began to wonder why there was a random alarm clock getting him up so early. 

His limbs cracked and popped as he stretched, his voice letting out a deep husky growl-like groan. Turning around, he was annoyed by the direct sunlight entering his room. “Why did he leave the goddamn curtains open!” Andrew angrily stated, causing him to cough as he heard the deep grit coming from his throat. “God, my throat is so dry” Andrew thought as he continued to cough but failed to remedy the deep tone coming from his vocal cords.

Upon looking around the room, he began to realize that he was not in his old bedroom… he was in his father’s room instead. His walls weren’t adorned with the sports posters he had plastered onto them, but instead he only saw photo displays that showed images of his younger self with his parents.  It wasn’t until he rubbed the sleep out of his eyes that he began to recognize that something was wrong. The watch adorned across his thick and hairy forearm was not something he ever wore. In fact, it kind of looked like his dad’s watch. As he looked at his arms, he also noticed how similar his hands looked to his father’s, with Andrew noticing the various calluses from his hard-working job in construction. Unsure what was going on, he grumbled to himself and sat up and began to walk into the bathroom attached to the bedroom. 

Shutting the door behind him, his face went white as he stared at his father’s almost naked body being reflected back to him.  “Holy shit!” Andrew cried out, staring with wide eyes as he watched his father mouth the words back to him and the same shocked expression spread across his face. He ran his hands around his chest, his awestruck face remaining as his meaty hands passed through the salt and peppered hair. He groaned in a weird sense of pleasure as his hands ran across the cold nipple piercings that his father had. He remembered the story of how his father got them after a drunken bet between him and his co-workers during some sports game. A deal was a deal, so Richard never took them out, instead wearing them as some sort of badge of honor.

Moving his hands further south, Andrew ran his wide hands down his torso as his hands swayed like a wave as they passed over each bump of abdominal that he had. Despite his shock, he couldn’t deny the fact that this was a well-maintained body. His father retained his musculature from his short-lived athletic career, even building upon it through the hard labor of his various construction jobs over the years. As his hands began to venture towards his father’s crown jewels, he decided against exploring them for the time being. It was quite strange to explore your father’s junk, so his hands moved right past the forbidden area and towards his thick thighs in a quick detour. He stared into the mirror and turned his legs, attempting to see his new body through every possible angle. He couldn’t deny the slight pleasure he felt as he saw the muscles in his legs flex and only further widen his thick thighs. Upon turning around, he couldn’t deny that his father had quite the perky ass as well, just further proof of how well Richard had taken care of his body throughout his 46 years. 

With his hands done exploring his lower half for the time being, his hands moved towards his arms. Looking into the mirror, he was impressed at the thick biceps he now possessed. Even without flexing, his biceps were prominent as they forced his arms to press out from his body to compensate for the softball-sized muscles he now sported. Curious, he lifted his arm up and flexed, chuckling in amazement as he stared at the sight before him. He didn’t understand why or how this had happened, but he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying himself. His original body was quite impressive as well, but something about being in the intimidating, mature, and buff body of his father was just unbelievable. As such, it was no shock when he dropped his arm and let a smirk spread across his face when his eyes focused in on the tight sensation that was beginning to emerge from within his underwear. He turned out of the bedroom and began to head back into the bedroom, eager to explore the last bit of his new body and take care of the throbbing member that was begging for release from its fabric prison... 

As Richard slowly awoke from his slumber, he was surprised to find that he woke up before his daily alarm jolted him awake. He tended to wake up early and start his weekends with a workout, but as he laid in bed, he couldn’t deny that the extra sleep time was welcomed. It had been a hard week at work and he was eager to destress, especially with his son visiting the house again. 

Turning around and letting the sunlight hit his face, he stretched and smiled as he was prepared to go out and start making breakfast for his son. He brushed his hair out of his eyes as he leaned up. “Wait, my hair?” Richard asked, curious as to why he suddenly had hair in his face despite his receding hairline. Upon hearing himself speak, he also began to wonder why his voice sounded so different. He rubbed his eyes and looked down as he pulled back the sheets, where he was met by a surprise. As his eyes focused on his torso, he grew surprised at seeing that his body was lacking all of the body hair that he was used to seeing. On top of that, his skin looked less weathered and his skin was much paler, as if he wasn’t in direct contact with the sun every day like he was at his job. “What… the fuck?” Richard gasped, looking down and seeing the equally youthful hands he now possessed. Looking around, he realized that he was in Andrew’s bedroom. Richard began to figure out what was going on. Had he sleepwalked again? He hadn’t done it in years but could the excitement of seeing his son once more have revived his old habit? But, as he sat up out of bed and saw the youthful limbs and torso in his view, he knew that this wasn’t the case. He had a hunch as to what happened, but as he approached the mirror affixed to one of the bedroom walls, it confirmed what he had assumed. He was no longer in his body, the sight reflected back at him showed him only the youthful body and face of his son Andrew. “Jesus fuck!” Richard gasped, staring with intrigue as he watched his son’s face contort into the same shocked expression. 

Looking in the mirror, he stared at his son’s shirtless body and tried to comprehend what was happening to him. He touched his chest, feeling his modest pectorals and feeling around with intrigue as he no longer felt the sensation of cold metal from the piercings he had in his nipples. Andrew’s body reminded him of the body he used to possess back in high school, although Andrew had a lot more definition to him from the years of college athletics. He flexed in the mirror, smiling as he saw his son’s decent set of biceps. Despite knowing that they paled in comparison to the ones on his real body, Richard was fairly proud of just how buff his son was. He couldn’t help but curiously run his hands through his starting bit of chest hair and chuckle as he sees the beginner treasure trail that was creeping up his son’s torso. It seemed that genetics hadn’t gifted Andrew with the heavy body hair gene that Richard and his father had dealt with in their lives. By the time Richard was Andrew’s age, he had a full set of body hair and it was no problem to grow a beard in a few day’s time. 

Despite that, he couldn’t deny that Andrew was quite well-sculpted. Upon seeing his son’s body, he grew more and more angered at the fact that his son was passed over for the captain position on the team. He looked great and his body was a testament to his commitment to the team and their mission of success.

Before he could stare at his body any more, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. Curious, he headed over and opened it. Face-to-face, he was greeted to his old body flashing a wide smile. “Hey there, I made some breakfast, I figured you’d be hungry” his old body said, which caused a weird realization to pass through Richard’s mind. Did Andrew somehow manifest this? Why is he so calm and collected about the changes? If Richard had gone from a 20 year old to a 46 year old overnight, he figured he’d be a bit more frantic at his loss of many years. “Andrew, what’s going on?” Richard asked, his hand moving towards his throat as he still was alarmed when he heard his son’s voice coming from his mouth. “I’m not too sure. I suppose we can try to figure that over breakfast. Let’s go before the food gets cold” Andrew stated as he turned and walked down the hallway with haste. Despite his reservations and desires to figure out what was going on, Richard felt weirdly compelled to follow his son’s orders. So, after throwing on a t-shirt, he headed down the hallway and met his son-turned-father in the kitchen to try and figure out what was going on.

“So, you went to bed and woke up in my body?” Richard asked, watching as his son wolfed down the various eggs, bacon, and pancakes he had cooked for the duo. “Yeah, I was completely worn out when I got home after the drive, so I passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow.” the now-older man stated matter-of-factly. “And, you’re not alarmed about that?” Richard asked, still confused as to why his son was so calm. “I mean, sure, I’m unsure what’s going on and that’s a bit worrisome. But, I figured that I can’t find a solution on an empty stomach, so I’d rather focus on that afterwards.” the older man continued, shoveling the various breakfast foods into his mouth. “Gosh dad, I didn’t realize how hungry you can get. I’ve never felt so starving!” he said in between chews. “Uh yeah, that’s what happens when you have an older metabolism kiddo. But you’ve got to learn to satisfy that appetite so you don’t blow up and lose any of the muscles you’ve gained over the years. It’s a struggle, but as you can see, it’s clearly possible” Richard responded, feeling a weird vibe as he’s giving his son advice about how to live with his body. He still had no desire to eat, so he just passed his already prepared plate to his son-turned-father and allowed him to finish the contents. 

In no time, Andrew was finally full, which was showcased by the hearty belch that escaped from his lips. He chuckled and ran his hands across his hairy torso, feeling quite good at his new body. Despite his mournful thoughts directed towards the loss of his youth, he couldn’t deny that this wasn’t necessarily all bad. With his dad’s intimidating body, he could finally have the level of respect that he had always wanted. The thought of himself directing men in his father’s crew was quite erotic to imagine, so it was no surprise as he felt his dick once again firming. Despite his older age, he was impressed by his father’s continued vitality. He kept his body in great shape and as evidenced by his exploration under his underwear, Andrew was shocked at his dad’s sexual vitality as well. 

“Well, I suppose I better get these dishes washed up. You should go work out, maybe you could be as buff as me one day” Andrew said with a chuckle as he sat up from the table and began collecting the various plates. But by the look on his old face, it was clear to Andrew that Richard didn’t enjoy his joke. “Dad, lighten up a bit. Until we figure out how to fix this, we might as well begin to adapt to our new roles. In fact, I think that we should start referring to each other as our bodies’ real names. I think it could be quite fun for the both of us!” Andrew said as he placed the dishes in the sink and prepared to watch them.

Richard could only sit there and stare in shock at just how well-adjusted his son had become. To Andrew, it seemed as if he had always been in his father’s body, which only alarmed the real Richard further. Despite his general apprehension and worry, he began to feel a weird sense of calmness overtake his mind. If his son was calm and collected, he might as well try to be the same. His son said he was wanting to fix this, so it wasn’t as if his son was going to keep his body and leave him trapped in this younger body. He began to sit there at the table and imagine what he could do with his newfound youth. He hadn’t been physical with anyone since his wife died, so he thought about the possibilities of being younger and the several girls that would be more than willing to interact with his new body.

Before he could continue daydreaming, he watched as his “father “ turned his head to look at him. “Did you hear what I said Drew? Go and do your workout kiddo” he said, before turning his back and resuming scrubbing the dishes. Despite his apprehension, he felt compelled to listen to what his son said. That innate composure his son now had was a big relief to the real Richard, so he complied with his “father’s” request and headed out of the kitchen. He headed back into Andrew’s bedroom and grabbed a pair of headphones and his phone. Walking into the gym room, “Andrew” couldn’t help but feel that a world of opportunities were laid out before him. No longer did he want to do his normal workout routine, it wouldn’t be appropriate for his new body. His new body had new areas that needed improvement different from his old body, so he had to adapt to best grow muscle for his new form. He couldn’t help but feel slightly turned on by the possibilities of growing more and more buff until he had muscles that rivaled his old ones. “Maybe being younger won’t be as bad as I thought…” Richard said as he began to think about it some more. With this new body, he could achieve more than his older body ever could. He wanted to be bigger and better than his “father”. “Andrew” began his workout with a smile on his face, turning on some classic 70s and 80s music to help get him in the zone like he usually did. 

However, after a few minutes of listening to the music, he felt a weird disconnect to the music. No longer did he have any real relation to it, so he quickly flipped stations to a 2010s playlist and began to vibe out as he grew more and more invested in his workout. It was unknown to either man, but the longer they were in their new bodies, the more they began to adapt to their new bodies. Aspects of their original personality and the personality belonging to their new body began to mix into an interesting melange. As a result, a little bit of vanity began to emerge for the newly youthened man, as he stared at himself in the mirror while watching his impressive body workout on each piece of equipment over the course of two hours. Despite the voice in the back of his head telling him he should try to gain his old body back, he couldn’t be bothered to give up something so great. In fact, the more he heard the voices in the back of his head, the more annoyed he got. Why would he want to have his dad’s body anyway? Despite his dad’s muscles, he had no desire to lose all of the youthful years in front of him. By the time he was doing his final set, “Andrew” had completely adapted to his new personality. Memories of Richard’s hard upbringing had become replaced with the memories of Andrew’s lax childhood. The loss he felt for his wife began to change to him missing his mother and wishing she was still around to see him succeed in college. With the mental changes now completed, Andrew dried his sweat-covered face with a hand towel. Richard’s real confidence that bordered on cockiness began to emerge on Andrew as he slyly lifted up his shirt, unlocked his phone, and began snapping some photos that showed off his physique. 

For the new Richard and Andrew, the rest of the weekend went by as if nothing had changed. They both further adapted their new bodies and personalities, with the new Richard also gaining the appropriate mannerisms and the appropriate older phrases that once confused his younger self. Feeling a weird sense of competitiveness, the new Andrew began to take his workouts to the next level. A deep desire to outmuscle his father grew more and more prominent in the back of his mind. Much like his newfound competitiveness, a new sense of confidence also began to emerge for Andrew, This was surely a remnant of Richard’s original personality prior to the switch, but Andrew only viewed it as a new aspect of his personality forming after the encouraging phone call he had with his father the day prior. 

Speaking of the new Richard, the now-older man slowly underwent his own series of changes. As he washed his dishes and went about his day as a 46 year old, he slowly gained the appropriate knowledge to care for his son, pay bills, and manage life in general. Given his now-forgotten life as an overlooked college student, there was a sudden realization for the older man about just how much he loved the respect he garnered. Watching his men do anything he ordered, he couldn’t help but feel proud of himself. He loved his job as it gave him the ability to be recognized for his talents, something that his old personality was quite happy about. By following his rules, him and his crew were able to finish things in record time without utilizing any dangerous shortcuts. In fact, there were rumors abuzz about the partners for the construction company going into talks about Richard gaining another upper-level promotion in a few months.

Despite never having the chance to experience it for himself, the new Andrew had adapted well to the college lifestyle. Upon leaving his father’s place at the end of the weekend and moving back into his dorm, there was a new determinedness in the young man’s eyes. As he headed into basketball practice the next week, Andrew let his frustration become clear to his coaches as he watched that pesky freshman lead his team to their first series of losses in years. With the remnant of Richard’s confidence transferring into his new body, Andrew went up to his coaches and demanded a chance to prove himself as captain. By using the team’s recent losses as evidence, he was able to convince them to remove the freshman from the position and allow him to take on that roll by himself.

Later that night, Andrew called his father to discuss the new change. As his son told him about his ballsy move, Richard couldn’t help but feel proud of his son. It was about time that he stood up for himself and he loved that it was a success for his child. On the other end of the line, Andrew was also happy about the news as well. Thinking about it, he couldn’t help but thank his father for teaching him about gaining the respect you deserve. 

Given that they had no memory of their swap, it was quite interesting to see how different they both reacted to the news. Despite Richard being happy for his son, he couldn’t help but feel jealous about just how many possibilities his son had. Of course, it was always a great thing to have a child do better than their parents, but he couldn’t help but mourn for his loss of youth to have his son. He couldn’t help but wonder how life had been different if he had a chance to do it again. He did have a point however... As showcased in the swap that the original Andrew experienced, respect can be earned, but youth is unable to be gained back once it’s lost.

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