I Love Your Work! Can You Maybe Make A Story Of Somebody Who Switches Bodies With Logan Paul?

I love your work! Can you maybe make a story of somebody who switches bodies with Logan Paul?

Astor didn’t like to work out in front of the mirrors at the gym. Partially because that’s where all the asshole bodybuilders chose to lift, so that they could see their handsome reflections staring back at them as they pumped, but mostly because Astor didn’t have much of a reflection to stare back at. He wasn’t “un” attractive, he’d had boyfriends in the past who told him he was cute (and big where it counts), but by and large Astor tended to disappear into the crowd. He told himself he was unremarkable. And that’s how he stayed.

It was a Tuesday afternoon when Astor went in to run on the treadmill for a couple of hours. Usually, the gym wasn’t too crowded that time of day, but as he pulled up to the parking lot in his old Ford Explorer, he noticed there weren’t but two free spaces.

Inside, it was even worse. The gym was packed with dozens of people, none of which even looked like they were regulars, all sniffing around on their phones as if they were playing Pokemon Go.

“Did someone spot a Mewtwo in the saunas?” Astor asked jokingly to a young girl in her late teens.

She shook her head. “Even better. Someone said they saw Logan Paul here about an hour ago!”

The name sounded vaguely familiar. Some YouTube star? Astor thought to himself. Never mind. All he wanted to do was run in peace. He muscled his way through the crowd to the locker rooms.

Even those were crowded. This Logan guy must be pretty hot, he realized; the locker room wasn’t filled with the usual douche balloons who frequented the gym. These guys were clearly gay. Slimmer, happier, casually checking each other out as they searched around for just a glimpse of celebrity meat. Astor even thought he recognized a few from Grindr.

He tried to hide his ever-growing erection as he put his stuff away, stripped down, and headed to the showers. The gym had individual shower stalls, and Astor often went there just to clean up (and to lower his water bill). He picked a stall at the far end and tore open the curtain.

Something grabbed him and pulled him inside. Astor froze, as he was face to face with one of the sexiest guys he’d ever seen. Wavy blonde hair. A perfectly toned body. Jett blue eyes. He was wearing only a pair of red, withe & blue swim trunks, and even in the dim light of the shower, Astor could see his body was not his only asset.

“Shhhhh” the guy said as Astor was about to open his mouth. He didn’t even have to ask who the guy was. He already knew.

“Are you… what are you—?”

“There’s no time to ask,” Logan said. He was quivering with fear. “I need your help with something man. I need you to help get me out of here.”

“Um…” Astor said, “Sure.” This might be the strangest trip to the gym he’d ever taken.

“Great!” The guy peeked his head out, then back in. He pulled out his cell phone. “Alright, when you get a call from your number on here, I want you to say the word ‘flipswitch’ three times fast. You got that? You have to do it right away or the change might become permanent.”

“Yes… wait, what?”

“Practice it right now! We don’t have much time.”

This was fucking ridiculous. Still, if it meant helping this guy out, Astor was willing to do anything. “Flipswitch flipswitch flipswitch,” he said.

And then everything went fuzzy. Almost immediately, Astor felt himself shoot up from 5’ 8’’ to almost 6’ 2’’. As he breathed in, he felt his body tighten itself, like he was going crunches, pull-ups and squats all at the same time. He felt the towel around him wrap around his legs to form a bathing suit, and he felt his now fully erect cock practically tear at the seems as it grew a full two inches longer.

But the strangest part? The guy infront of him was shrinking. Not only that, he was gaining Astor’s ashy brown hair and stubbly beard. His body put on some bulk and fat as his six pack vanished and his swim trunks turned into the towel Astor was just wearing. Just a second later, and he was looking at himself.

“Damn man,” Astor’s body said, “you’ve got to hit the bench a bit more if you know what I mean.”

“I… I…” Astor’s voice had grown a bit deeper. He felt more masculine in Logan’s body. More alive.

“No time to talk,” Logan said opening the curtain, “keep your phone on you, and remember to say it three times when I call!”

Just like that, Astor was alone. Or was he Logan now? He didn’t have much time to think, because after just a second of staring through the curtain, one of the guys spotted him.

“Hey! I found him! I found him OVER HERE GUYS!”

Logan froze. Everything seemed to click into place and he realized that if he didn’t run soon, he’d have a hoard of guys over him in a matter of seconds.

He sprinted out of the locker room, brushing past guy after guy, shouting after him for autographs, pictures, and even blowjobs. Logan tried to ignore them, but as he ran, as he felt his body in action, his slim muscles growing sweaty in the locker room mist, his pecs heaving up and down with every breath, he only seemed to get hornier and hornier. Maybe letting the guys catch up to him wasn’t such a bad idea…

Finally, he burst out of the locker room door and found himself face-to-face with is reflection in the wall of mirrors he’d avoided for so long. He looked magnificent. His body was a work of art; everything down from his feet up to the curves on his face. He was overcome with a rare feeling of self congratulation unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. He wanted to fuck: all the guys in the locker room, all the hot celebrities he’d fantasized about. He even wanted to fuck himself.

Logan didn’t even notice the crowds of people gathering around as he moved doe eyed to the closest pull up bar. He nearly stared at his own reflection, watching those icy blue eyes caress the deep valley between his pecs, the seductive V leading down to the anaconda in his pants.

He lifted himself up with astonishing ease, and watched himself do a hundred pull-ups effortlessly in front of the gawking crowd. He became so transfixed with the image staring back at him, he didn’t even notice the phone buzzing in his pocket.

His mind was already starting to numb, filling up with workout knowledge, memories of his time being a Vine star. He thought about all the fun he was going to have with his fans in the locker room. He thought about shoving his massive dick down their eager asses as he would watch himself flex and moan in the bathroom mirrors.

The only bit of Astor he hung onto was a single word. It fluttered in front of him aimlessly, like a smoke screen image. Flip…. flipswi… flips…fli…

Ah fuck it. There were more pressing matters at hand, like which guy was going to experience the sheer volume of Logan Paul’s dick once he got off these pull up bars. If he ever got off, that is…

Shades of Cuckold (Version A)

Well, I don’t know why there’s such a high demand for this type of story but let’s see what I can do

I know there’s something wrong with the poolboy Guillermo but I don’t know what is that. Like, he is just way too hot to become a poolboy, as if he got sidejob as model or actor in Hollywood. It’s actually true though, but it’s just a weird shot for someone as hot as him and still willing to become a poolboy.

I’m working in Palo Alto and rarely spend my days in home so it’s just my wife and several helper, including Guillermo. Yes I’m nervous to have such a hunky stud walking around in my house when I’m not even there and not like I don’t believe my wife, but things can certainly happen when you have “trouble” like Guillermo and not to mention that my wife is pretty too, she’s an actress after all.

Eventually, I decided that maybe I should stay at home for one full week and observe things around and what kind of dynamic that happen between my wife and Guillermo. To my surprise, he actually dressed up very properly for a poolboy and also driver, like some of his suit looked better than mine

“Where do you get that?” I asked him

“The designer give this to me after I use the clothes in the runway, sir,”

“Aaaahh, I see. What an interesting piece,”

“Yeah, not everyday I can dress up this good,”

Everything rolled like normal as he even rarely make contact with my wife so I decided to leave my home at ease as I slept with my wife previously and actually her pussy is quite tighy, sign of the lack of the sex I suppose. What a bad husband I am to actually not believing that my wife is faithful to me.

I almost arrived at the airport when I realized that my passport left in home. I called Guillermo and my wife and no one picked up the phone so I forcefully have to go back to my home and grab the passport. As I walked into the house, I heard this weird whispers and moans and as I trace the sound, I eventually found out what really happen behind my back. She sleeps with Guillermo yet what hurt me the most is

“You like this dick deep inside you, huh? Making you filled with warmth and pleasure your husband can give? You even wish your husband to actually witness all of this so he can learn how he please you right, bitch?”

My wife can only moan and Guillermo hollered as he pumped faster and faster while I remain frozen in the slightly opened door, afraid, bewildered and devastated all in the same time.

And to make it even worse, I don’t know, I feel less worthy as my dick somehow stood up at this devastating sight……

I left the home silently and directly drive my car to the airport, screaming and sobbing all the way back to the airport as all of the moment flashes in my head like a documentary movie. It’s just too vivid and real and all I want to do is revenge. It drives me insane and enraged and suddenly boom…….

I saw my body down below in hospital bed, very critical yet I flow away and that’s when I witness a lot of things. My panicking wife is in front of the room with my uncle yet the driver/poolboy is nowhere to be seen. I assume he is in home so I float there and to my surprise he sleeps in my bed!

I tried to punch him and kick him and even stomp him but resulted in nothing except……..

*6 months later

Been a while as my body remains in coma but I guess I moved on nowadays because living as Guillermo is fucking fun. She loves me back, well, in the form of Guillermo but I don’t care though because I enjoy this kind of game. Maybe I should just let my body go and live fully as Guillermo, the bitch even already stop visiting me and actually busy taking care of my will when my body even still have the chance to wake up from coma. Guess I need to think about future plan on how to get rid of the bitch because with me in control of Guillermo now, I definitely won’t wish to stay with unfaithful women like her and I actually enjoy the freedom as bachelor, means a lot of good fucks with whoever people we wish and with this look in store, bet almost no one can resist me

Upgraded To Main Cast

My whole life I’ve wanted to be an actor and even though I’ve come close to achieving my dream a few times now, I’ve never had the perfect opportunity and have dwindled in bit parts and extra roles for the past ten years. I’m now nearly thirty and barely getting by while younger, more desirable male actors are getting the roles that I should be scoring. It’s a stressful life to say the least and I was desperate for luck to finally get on my side for once.

Recently I’ve been working as an extra on the new CW show Riverdale. It’s not really my type of show but they pay pretty decently considering I’m only ever in the background of shots as one of the teachers working at Archie’s school. The main cast never talk to the extras like me - it’s as if we’re a whole world away and they don’t want to even associate with us. Of course that’s only soured my attitude even more because not only am I not getting the acting roles that I deserve but I’m also not being treated with enough respect. Is that really too much to ask for?

After finishing up on set for the day, I was fully content with my plans to grab some take-out on my way home and collapse in front of the television with some beer and yet found myself stopping short just by the main cast’s trailers. The door to KJ Apa’s trailer was wide open and the blue-and-yellow letterman jacket he wore as Archie was resting on the steps but there didn’t seem to be any noise coming from inside. Had he just thrown the jacket down and wondered off without really caring? That seemed pretty reckless of him.

Too curious for my own good, I changed course and crept closer to the trailer until I finally had the jacket in my hands. I was surprised at how soft it felt and even though I had been thinking about turning it back in to the costume department I quickly changed my plans. Glancing around to make sure nobody was watching me, I then ducked into the open trailer and locked the door behind me.

Being alone in the main star’s trailer felt like an invasion of privacy and my heart was beating rapidly as a result and yet adrenaline was taking over. Without any real idea of what I was doing, I stepped in front of the mirror and pulled on the letterman jacket to admire how I might look if I’d scored the role of Archie instead of KJ. Hell, I’d even auditioned for it because I was desperate for work but the producers had never really given me a shot.

I wasn’t too surprised to find that the jacket was a little small on me, tugging under my armpits and barely reaching my ankles. I’m both taller and a little wider on the waistline than KJ so it was to be expected but still made me feel a little deflated knowing I’d never look as good in it as he did. Still I continued to stare at my reflection and pose with the jacket on, grinning like a fool. It was a silly thought but I could swear that the lighting of the trailer was making my hair look a little ginger as opposed to my normal dark brown hair. 

The longer I stared at my reflection the more I began to notice just how handsome I actually was. Seriously, why weren’t casting agents rushing to get me on their shows when I look this good? My skin’s clear, my jawline’s well-defined and I’ve got a winning smile that anybody would love. Didn’t they see what they were missing out on?

Shrugging my shoulders, I pat my stomach and by chance noticed just how firm my torso felt. I think it’s fair to say that having not been cast in any major roles throughout my career I let my diet slack and my body paid the price. Right now though I felt as lean and defined as I did in my late teens and as I ran my hand over my t-shirt I swore I could even feel abs!

“What the hell?” I gasped in a voice that didn’t quite sound like my own. Grabbing at the bottom of my shirt I lifted it ever so slightly and yep, I had abs. How on earth was that even possible? I definitely hadn’t had abs earlier on in the day when I’d been getting dressed in the costume department.  Now even the jacket was fitting me better and I was beginning to have serious questions about what was going on.

In fact the closer I looked, the more I realized that handsome face I was admiring didn’t even look like me anymore. I almost looked like… no, I looked exactly like KJ Apa himself! 

“I’ve gotta be dreaming,” I muttered to myself in a voice I instantly recognized as KJ’s and not my own. I’m a pretty smart guy - it didn’t take me long to realize what had happened. Somehow by wearing Archie’s jacket I had become the actor who played him and my mind was seriously struggling to comprehend that because it didn’t seem feasible and yet here I was as living proof that it really had happened!

Patting down my body I took notice of every little thing that was different - the bigger biceps, thicker thighs, more sensitive nipples, more impressive cock… everything felt and looked like an upgrade to what I had been working with before. I was definitely leading man quality now, there’s no denying that!

The question I was left asking myself though was if I was now KJ, what happened to the real man in question? I had absolutely no clue but the longer I stayed in his trailer the more I realized all his personal items such as his cell phone and wallet were still there. He couldn’t have left the set and yet he hadn’t returned to his trailer earlier which led me to believe he had simply vanished and I had replaced him. 

Was it for good? I wasn’t sure but there was a relatively large part of me that was definitely hoping it was because with KJ’s body I’d be able to finally live the dream I’d waited my whole adult life for.

I hesitated before pulling the letterman jacket off, worried that it would reverse my unexplained transformation and yet nothing happened. Even as I took layers of clothing off I remained looking like an exact copy of Riverdale’s main star and I couldn’t be have been happier about it. Before long I’d worked up a sweat and explored this younger, far more desirable body for myself culminating in an explosive climax that left me covered in sweat and panting for breath. As far as first impressions went this was a damn good one.

This isn’t exactly how I imagined getting the success that I had worked hard for but I was hardly going to complain. I’m a bonafide heartthrob and the lead actor of my very own show! Maybe it isn’t exactly up to the quality of acting I wanted to do but that hardly matters anymore because no matter what anybody says, I’ve made it! You won’t catch me being an extra or side character anymore, that’s for damn sure.

Mr Cavanaugh lounged back in his office chair, watching the entire event in KJ’s trailer from a screen on his desk. His lips were drawn into a thin smile as he continued to watch the new KJ Apa pose and flaunt in front of the mirror, unaware that the man he had replaced was now that exact letterman jacket that had quickly been discarded. 

The young actor had owed him a favor but failed to deliver and that wasn’t something folks like Mr Cavanaugh looked too kindly upon. He happened to think the new KJ Apa might be a bit more agreeable - especially when he was introduced to the man responsible for his big promotion from extra to main star. It would mean one more celebrity stud in Mr Cavanaugh’s back pocket and he really had no plans of slowing down any time soon…

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Not gonna lie but I’m happy with the progress I made in his body. That little asshole, yeah I was a bully, a very mean one and I’m not proud with it but to the extend of swapping our bodies? That’s just beyond me. Just to be clear, I’m not Gil, the Korean-American nerd in my campus. Life was great for me and you cannot blame me to have some fun with it, I’m hot, I achieve a lot of things and my finally is financially well so call it privileges if you want to but hey, I’m not the one who asked to be assign to have such life and I’m just doing my life the way all the kids my position did their.

But of course Peter Gil has to be this envious little nerdy creep and I just gave him a thing or two about respecting privacy and not being a perv yet he swapped our body during our sleep and that was when I realized how pervy this dude is. He lived my life according to his way and yeah he did have some great time but I’m not a sore loser and I hate to drown myself in sadness so I started to arrange his life according to my way too and with muscle get brawnier, the score started to slipped but I’m in my final term and this newfound confidence probably can help me to at least graduate with fairly decent score with the help of chicks or nerd who are willing to help me in my paper while I gave them free workout tips or maybe random date night. But even if no one wanted to do that (which I found it to be quite impossible with those Asians already ogled at my transformation and cannot help themselves for the opportunity to held these guns), I’m confident that I can graduate still with quite a decent score because I was not that stereotypical dumb jock, I got some shit in my brain too. So thank you Gil for this swap, glad to see you failed miserably in those football matches, you have to injured yourselves to not be humiliated even further.

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