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Damn, this is kinda embarrassing. I swapped bodies with my son to give him a little confidence boost for a bit. We went to the gym together and I taught him how my routine so that he could use it when we swap back in a day. I thought I was being a nice guy about all this - I mean, how many fathers would give up their bodybuilder physiques to their teenage sons, if even for a day?

No, instead, he wanted to record a video of us comparing physiques. He thought he was being cute and rubbing it in how much bigger than me he was. I guess he really did have a lot of pent up self esteem issues. Oh well, I’ll let him show off for a bit, I guess there’s no permanent harm in it. But this will be the last time I let him use my body.

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The Great Shift: Turning 30

The Great shift was a huge time in many people’s lives. Especially those with birthdays who fell around the time of the great shift. Some turning 18, others turning 80! But still others had their hearts set on a time in their life that was quite pivotal. However, because of the shift some may have to wait a little longer to reach that milestone, while others have jumped leaps and bounds beyond it!

Harvey Singh (30 years old)

Fuuuck my head… and my clothes apparently. Damn. This is not what I imagined turning 30 would be like! 

Before the world went insane, I was so close! The damn great shift just had to happen right before my birthday. I was working at this law firm, a pretty shady place at first. Lots of scummy people taking advantage of others, but my boss was trying to turn it around! We kicked out those idiots who were causing trouble, got them arrested! I was gonna get promoted and help lead the charge for helping others… but not anymore.

The great shift landed me inside of Skyler Marlo! 18 year old quarterback for the local university. And right after a big party too. I couldn’t find a stitch of clothes to fit my new larger body. I was really lucky this frat house I woke up in had a towel nearby. But that was just the beginning of my nightmare. 

You see that smile of distress? Yeah that’s me. Instead of writing briefs and taking on clients in need, I’m here on the football field. Apparently after the upheaval the shift caused people are having trouble verifying identities and gaining access to their property/funds. That’s totally something I could be helping with! Instead I'm stuck back in the life of a teenager again. I wasn't a big fan of 18 last time I was in college.

The only thing that could get me after the shift was taking on this guy’s college scholarship. It gives me a place to stay and access to their college library, but I had to join the college football team. Some organizations like college athletics don’t seem to care who is shifted or not! As long as they got the players they need to draw in a crowd, they seemed perfectly content letting anyone play. Though who can blame them. If they saw me before I doubt they’d want some angry short king running their drills. No… now I’m not the 5’0 Indian guy who got overlooked in school. I look the picture of boy next door prom king that rules the college. 6’2, 195lbs of lean muscle, and size 15 feet. That last one took awhile to get used to! Finding cleats that size was the hardest part of this change. 

So here I am, sweating it out day after day to maintain my scholarship, while I wait for the day I’m recertified with my state’s bar! Once I’m a lawyer again I swear I’ll help out others like me forced to cling on to new lives while the system sorts things out. It sucks having to practice every day and do all these drills and grunt work! The college even has me posing for their promotional material to draw in bigger crowds at the game! Who would want this kind of life?!

Then again… it’s already been a few months… I may as well get used to college life… I was a nerdy brown kid my last run in college, mostly studying and doing what my parents wanted… now at least I can get a look at how the athletes lived… That frat did ask me if I wanted to join… I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun while I wait to get my life back.

After all, I do get pretty excited after an intense practice, and judging by some of the looks from my teammates, I may not be the only one eager to get to know my new body better. 

Phil Inver (30 years old)

People need to learn how to relax. I don’t know what the big deal is. So a bunch of people swapped bodies. What’s there to worry about? See me? I don’t have a care in the world. When I was turning 30 doctors told me I was overweight and at risk of diabetes, my work would always be on me for not applying myself, and my girlfriend said I was always too lazy in our relationship! 

But my mindset since the shift hasn’t changed! It landed me in this nice smooth and lean body! I’m glad that this guy kept in such good shape. Having actual abs is insane! Same for these toned arms! I’m not sure if he’s the shaving kinda guy or if he’s naturally smooth, but it sure as hell beats taking care of an unruly beard and body hair!

Turns out now that I look like this people are a bit more receptive to my ideals! Doctors say my heart is as healthy as a horse! Says my stress free lifestyle is a large part of that! My work? They now say my chill attitude makes things a lot more zen around the office. Guess they don’t care I don’t get too much done whenever I flash them a smile. And my girlfriend… or my boyfriend as he goes by now, certainly thinks I’m taking an active role in the bedroom. Who knew that my new stud of a boyfriend had a thing for Asian guys!?

So what am I gonna do now? Listen to music, chill as my boyfriend showers, and wait out the day as normal. Sure I’m turning 30, but it’s just another day in paradise for me! Oh what’s that? This body is only 21? Even better! I’ve got plenty of time to relax before I turn 30.

Devon Lin (30 years old)

So I was a bit nervous about turning 30. I feel like I haven’t really done all the things I wanted… and all my friends were joking saying it’s all downhill after that. I wasn’t dealing the best with the stress… Well like it or not the shift had me face that hurdle a few year further than I expected.

And I gotta say. It’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. Sure I’m a bit older, but hell  I look a hell of a lot more manly! Could it be that the shift landed me in a handsome 37 year old with a built body, tan skin,  and perfect beard? Maybe… but hey. Age is just a mindset… but these muscles sure aren’t! Boom!

You like that? So do the guys at the bar! They keep insisting I don’t shave my chest or pit hair too. I think I could pull off that look. That being said, I think anything looks good on a 6’5 stud like me. Tall, dark, and handsome all the way!

Before I would jump around from job to job. Bartender, janitor, waiter, and housekeeper, but lately I’ve found my job as a bouncer at the local bar a lot more rewarding. You’d be surprised how many fights stop once I take my shirt off and start playing pool with the patrons. I’ve won nearly every game of billiards I’ve played! Though I have the sneaking suspicion it may be due to the guys staring more at me than the balls.

Guess that’s one of the benefits to working at a chill gay bar! You know, I was always a bit insecure about my body and experimenting sexually. Being a shorter gay man with a chip on his shoulder would do that to you. Now… well let’s just say now I feel like I’ve got a lot more confidence! I may have missed my 30th birthday, but I think I know how I’m gonna spend my 38th!

Marcus Garcia (30 years old)

They say when you get older you begin to value things differently. Honestly I didn’t know what to expect when I turned 30. Was I supposed to be wiser all of a sudden? Have a plan for things? In truth plenty of people younger than me had their life together compared to me. Partners. Kids. A stable job. A house.

In short. I thought I had more time. But we don’t always get to choose how fast life comes at us. I mean look at me. Didn’t expect the shift to make me 55.

Losing 25 years of my life was definitely not the easiest. The great shift nearly tears the world apart and I’m running for my life looking like retirement is right around the corner. That first day was definitely a wake up call that I did not have the same stamina that I used to. In that opening week of the shift I was pretty much running on adrenaline and coffee wherever I could get it. I took lots of naps just to stay sane. 

As the days went on and society slowly readjusted to some version of normal, I began to actually have time to look at my body. I mean I was a pretty skinny guy before, my sister would always say I needed to workout more. But I guess all it took was 25 years of my life to finally get in shape. 

Not only that, but I’m admiring the body hair. This guy was a pretty hairy dude. The salt and pepper stubble had guys starting me daddy at the gay bars, while the chest hair was still dark like my eyebrows and made my impressive physique pop. 

My feet were pretty big too. Size 14! Twice as big as my old feet, but just as hard to find shoes my size. 

Needless to say there were highs and lows to my new life. Was I happy that i was 6’6 now? Sure! Loved being tall and nearly bonking my head on doorframes. Was I upset lots of my joints were sore and that I could only take my coffee black to avoid dairy and sugar? No… that sucked. I liked my sweet drinks and I missed not waking up in pain.

Omar LeRon was a guy that lived along my street. He was a single dad raising his 5 year old, all at the age of 45.

I later learned he had a few wild days in his early 40s that lead to Omar Jr. And now in his mid 20s again he’s glad he could be more present for his son! Even if his son is the same age as him now.

He told me all of this one day when we both left our house for a jog. He found that doing some running in his new body helped him vent some much needed energy from his body, while I needed to do something physical if I was to have any hope of maintaining healthy workout routines for mine! 

Needles to say he offered some words of wisdom growing up and it really helped put some things in perspective. Meanwhile, I gave him some tips about helping his son. Turns out all those years working at my aunt’s day care counted for something, even for post shifted kids!

Our conversations started as friendly advice and then grew into more! Talks became dates. Dates became moving in. Moving in became an engagement! Now a few years after the wedding I guess you truly can call me a daddy now. Jr. sure does. He’s doing great in school and is looking forward to next week when my sister is gonna watch him for the summer.

My husband and I are gonna take our first real vacation since the great shift! We’re looking forward to it! We’ll be celebrating Omar’s 30th birthday in his new body now! He keeps making jokes saying, “Well I’ve done it before. Nothing to it the second time around.” And “Well here I thought your 30th birthday was extreme. I doubt I could top that”

He also never stops teasing me about how he loves being married to an older man and that I’m not as young as I used to be. We know it’s all in good fun. I mean, I can still keep up with him in the bedroom, where it counts… as long as he gives me a few minutes to recover after. Young guys like him are insatiable. I’ll try to power through though. After all, you only turn “30” once.

Hany Rambod’s New Body (POLL)

Hany Rambod is a 24x Olympia coach who trained the best muscle monsters out there like Chris Bumstead and Phil Heath, but seeing the new generation of bodybuilders, makes him yearn for his younger days and the spotlight.

Though Chris Bumstead was originally planned to be his next body, but decided to go someone younger with a lot of potential which he settled on two younger upcoming bodybuilders: Axel and Sean

Which Body Should Hany take?

Axel?

Sean?

Perfect Present

Goggletann’s Reply:

I really love it when I see someone so willing to search for a perfect present for his best friend.

I especially loved how you sent a photo of you and your best friend together during your last outing.

I can definitely see why your friend wants to become buff and sexy like you. I did some research on your Instagram account and realize what a hot stud you actually are!

Look at that those beautiful muscles.

I can’t begin to describe how godly they look on your amazing body,

And of course that hot body of yours does complement your already cocky and outgoing personality! 

Plus not to mention your pearly white smile that is the envy of every other guy out there. (Maybe even your friend too!)

Its no wonder you’re such a popular hot stud!

I did a quick research about him as well to see what he may like more than a  gym membership.

He’s quite a skinny guy without much of any charm. No looks, No body, and definitely no sex appeal. I would simply label him as someone who is way too below average.

In fact I was so incredibly bored of his social media account and quickly went back to your Instagram because I just absolutely loved looking at you!

Which made me come to realize what the most perfect gift you can give to your friend for Christmas would be!

I bet you would never guess!

And because you have been such a good friend I have already made the perfect Christmas gift for your friend to happen!

Doesn’t he look amazing now?

I bet you never though of such a present didn’t you!

And you can’t deny that this is wayyyy better than a simple gym membership!

Give him some time to explore his new body. It might take some time. Maybe even hours. But i’m sure you’ll understand won’t you? To have such a large muscled body you won’t wanna miss out on any chance to take as many sexy selfies of yourself.

You wouldn’t wanna waste having this hot shot of a body won’t ya?

Its also a good chance to allow him to ease into his new role as an outgoing champion bodybuilder that he is now. 

I guess this is something you might not understand. But for him to suddenly make the leap from a skinny loser ginger to a muscled jock ginger is certainly not an easy thing.

Along with the new body, a few certain traits would certainly manifest in him as well. His previous simple and quiet desires would fade away as the Alpha traits in him would slowly quickly appear. He would start to become cocky and loud. And not to mention his sudden sex drive and urges would erupt beyond any measure as he looks at his new form.

He would also become very vain and his previous simple hairstyle will not do. He might even style them up to complement his now cocky self.

Of course you should also allow him some time to try out some new apparel to adorn his now Alpha body and personality.

Sexy gym stringers, tight muscled tops, side caps, gym shorts and sunglasses would most likely be his favorite picks now.

Of course, he could always choose his first step outside his house in his new body topless. 

But i would think he would most likely just wear sexy gym stringer

Which would be a wise choice too.

Judging from how sexy he is now.

Its no surprise how many girls would get their ovaries exploding or how many men out there would immediately jeeze their pants if they had seen him completely shirtless.

What a polite young men doncha think so?

But its also a better choice than wearing a shirt because a skimpy gym stringer would also allow him a chance to introduce the new cocky Alpha him to all his neighbors, friends and family.

And that includes You as well!

Your friend would never have have the chance to live his new life if it wasn’t for your thoughtful gift. It was incredibly generous of you to decide that a gym membership alone would not suffice! 

You knew your friend’s greatest wish was to become as buff and sexy as you!

And thats why I’m sure he would be so grateful for you!

And your incredibly thoughtful Perfect Christmas Gift!

PS. BECAUSE YOU WERE ANONYMOUS I CAN’T GET BACK TO YOU. SO PLEASE COMMENT HOW THINGS ARE LIKE FOR YOU NOW. IM SURE YOU MUST BE SO HAPPY THAT YOU HAVE GIVEN YOUR FRIEND SUCH A PERFECT CHRISTMAS GIFT! 

I HOPE HE CAN TAKE THE TIME OF HIS BUSY GYM AND TANNING SCHEDULES TO WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS AND TO SAY BIG THANKS TO YOU!

Kings of the World: Rebirth of a King

This is my first story, I hope you enjoy it!

Leon didn't believe in magic. He saw curses as malarkey, spells as happenstance, and miracles as coincidences. As a student hoping for his master's in archaeology, he was compelled to always find a rational explanation for the world around him, to the detriment of his social life. He could never hold down a boyfriend when he told them love was just chemicals in the brain, his friends left him when he ruined their hang-outs with boring speeches on how to think more rationally, and even his professor found him annoying with how little faith he had in the world. He even sent Leon on a trip to Africa, the birthplace of civilization, on a dig just to get him out of the university for a while.

Leon in his studies.

This brings us to today, in the blistering sun, where Leon dug in the clay, hoping that he would find something logical. A painted tablet, some ancient bricks, anything to prove that this site could not have been both the most advanced civilization of the time.

"Stupid Professor Barnes, why did he have to send me out here?" Leon hoffed. "Umuzi Wamandla can't possibly be anywhere more advanced than Sumer. There's no evidence of religion, agriculture, or even royalty here. Just drawings on the walls."

Umuzi Wamandla, translated loosely meaning "The City of Power," had been discovered only a few months ago by a local archeologist. Only a tenth of the site had been excavated, but carbon dating had so far proven that this site was the first city ever constructed. Many drawings had been found, but their veracity was dubious at best.

Leon kept digging, hoping his task would soon be over... but suddenly, his shovel cracked through the ground, crumbling the floor below him to dust. Leon gasped, and fell into the abyss below.

He landed on hard stone, bruising his tailbone in the process. The chamber he landed in was small but smooth, and sunlight shone in only eight feet above.

"Help! Someone! Please!" He shouted, but no one came.

He looked around the chamber he was in, the walls covered in drawings of massively muscular men, all with enormous endowments, and all noticeably with different hairstyles and facial features. The drawings led him down the chamber, until he stood in front of a drawing of a massive man with the largest cock of them all. His chest and ass were also egregiously oversized, with an almost polished sheen on the nipples. In the center of his stomach was a massive gemstone, almost as big as Leon's head.

"This must be a hoax," Leon muttered. "These drawings are too realistic for this time period. I bet this gem is a hoax too."

Leon reached out to the gem, intending to wrench it from the wall. The moment he touched it, however, a golden mist poured from its surface.

Nice job on the practical effects. Leon thought.

The smoke swirled around him, until he could see nothing beyond besides his own body.

Finally. A worthy successor. A voice boomed from around him.

"Alright, this is pretty high quality." Leon replied. "Huge props. Though messing with a historical site... that's a federal crime. You're not gonna like it when the police arrive."

Oh? A skeptic? The voice said. Perfect. Just the right amount of brains for the perfect conqueror to accent.

The smoke swirled around Leon's average frame, dissolving all of his clothes right off his average twinky body.

"What?!" Leon screamed.

No king needs to cover his godly body. The voice said. Least of all one of your status. You will be the first in a new line of rulers.

Leon's skin began to bubble, then slowly expand. First came his biceps, which inflated like balloons to well over the size of footballs. Leon touched them experimentally. He couldn't even wrap his hand around a quarter of his enormous arms. Then came his legs, blooming into tree trunks of cabled power, easily capable of crushing a watermelon between them, or even stone. His abs then made themselves known, popping into existence like rising loaves of bread, each ab the size of a dinner roll. Leon's shoulders rounded out and widened, giving him one of the biggest wingspans in the world. His face became hard and angular, losing all of its fat in the process. Lastly, Leon felt his spine creak and expand, lengthening his torso to handle all the new mass, bringing his height from an average 5'9 to a titanic 7'5.

Leon could barely react before the voice spoke again.

Secondly, you need to be of the first people. The first king always must.

Leon looked down, as his skin steadily grew darker. A thick scruff of black hair formed on his face as his hair curled tighter and tighter in on itself, becoming black and sponge-like. His nose broadened, and his lips thickened, growing lush and kissable. His voice deepened, and took on a Nigerian accent. When he spoke, he almost stopped himself: his words would make any man cream himself with their low, slow, smoky timbre.

"What are you doing?!" Leon shrieked, but in his new body, it sounded much more like a war cry.

Improving you, my King. The voice said.

"I'm not a king!" Leon said. "I'm just an archeaology student! Change me back! I can't complete my master's looking like this!"

But isn't this new form so much better?

Leon was heavily inclined to agree. The massive biceps, the redwood thighs, the rippling abs... any man would fling himself upon him.

"I... guess..." Leon said.

Good. The voice said. Let us proceed with the final act. A king needs to be able to make his brothers.

Leon suddenly let out a massive moan. His pecs, ass, and dick all started tingling, like the world's most skilled porn stars were tweaking his nipples, fucking his ass, and sucking him off, all at the same time.

It started in his crotch: his tiny once-white dick regrew its foreskin, then slowly began to grow. Leon couldn't hold in his ecstacy, and shot load after load as his dick grew four, eight, twelve inches, and as thick as a beer can with an apple-sized head. Massive veins ran down its length, as the tip spewed a gold fluid instead of cum.

His ass, once completely unremarkable, inflated as well. He had two beach balls adhered to his behind, which jiggled and bounced like jell-o, inviting any lustful eyes to stare at it, and wish they could fuck it. Leon moaned as a gold fluid began to leak from his sensitive hole, lubricating it for easy access.

Lastly, his pecs. Already well-defined from the muscle growth, they surged to new size, almost entirely blocking Leon's vision of his cock. Like his ass, they could bounce, and with each bounce, a ripple of pleasure was sent to Leon's brain. Leon's new massive black hands soon began to play with his dark nipples. As he did, he could feel his pecs... fill up. Leon moaned as a gold liquid oozed from his nipples, the same as from his cock and ass, and covered his hands. Leon stuck his finger in his mouth, and orgasmed immediately. The taste was sublime, almost better than sex itself.

Now, my King, rise, and take your throne. The fog vanished, and soon, Leon was standing alone in the room, his massive black chest expanding and contracting with each breath.

Leon couldn't believe what just happened. He touched his chest, needing to assure himself it actually happened. With a single touch, gold fluid leaked from his nips, sending waves of pleasure throughout his body. He touched his cock, twenty times more sensitive than it had ever been. He instantly started jerking it, his mind awash in pleasure. His other hand fell on his chest, massaging and milking it for all its worth. He staggered backward, and fell on a stalagmite, instantly filling his hungry hole. He began to gyrate on it, tugging on his chest and cock as he came with a mighty roar, a blast of gold fluid spewing from his nipples, ass, and cock. The yellow gemstone then vanished from the room, and rematerialized as a crystal crown on his head. New knowledge flooded Leon's brain. He now knew how to rule a kingdom with benevolence and grace, when to hold celebrations and how, and how to keep his people happy. He also knew how to convert others into brother kings and citizens of his land: the golden fluid was an elixer of power, capable of transforming others into perfection.

King Leon smiled. There was much work to be done.

Body swap diaries: PETER’s CYOC

After months of training and studying, I stood there proudly with fellow agents and superiors in the lower levels of Area 51 awaiting for my first mission as a full fledge secret service agent. It was a grueling time to the point that out of 50 candidates, only 3 of us actually made it.

We hear a gruff raspy voice from the intercom. “Welcome new agents and congratulations. You all are now officially part of the secret service which; as you all know, deals with more covert missions regarding this country. So please meet up with your superiors to discuss your first mission.”

All of the agents dispersed and so did I, and made it to Mr. Carlson’s office. I open the door and see a half naked man with curly hair frantically trying to put his clothes on.

“Ahh dammit looks like i forgot to close that damn door again. Lock it for me will you Peter.” I locked the door behind and sat at one of the office chairs trying not to look and stare at my supervisor’s body. “Hahaha come on now Peter, don’t be so shy. This isn’t the first you’ve seen me in another body.” He was right, but the usual bodies he’s in are the bigger hairy daddy types.

“So i guess you took my advice huh”

“ yeah. Went with someone younger and chose this guy named Jon to take for my time off. Gotta say its a different feeling.” He flexes his arms.

“You look great sir”

“Hahaha thanks Peter. Now since you were the highest achieving agent we have, i decided to assign you as a personal guard for a past president. As may know, any two term US president that finishes their service gets assigned a lifetime agent to help with safety and security, and they are also enrolled with the ‘reincarnation program’ which…

“Gives the ex president and their partner, a choice to have their consciousness transferred to another person’s body.”

“Very good Peter!” He claps his hands “now of course they can opt out of it if they choose to, but we at least wanna give them a taste of it and see if its for them.”

“Isnt it too early for Mr Obama to be in this program?”

“Yes you’re right which is why I’m assigning you to George W bush.”

“Wait isnt there someone already assigned to Mr. Bush?”

“There was, but we are reassigning Gary to a much more… lets just covert mission.” I just nod my head knowing exactly what he means.

“Now Mr Bush has been living in his current body Bruno for almost a year in Brazil.”

“How about the real Bruno.”

“He’s living life as Mr. Bush. We programmed him to practically BE George Bush… memories and all” i nod my head. “ now Mr Bush has been alerted of the change in staff but I would like you to travel to Brazil and introduce yourself”

“No problem sir. Will do”

“I also gave the guys at the lab the Ok to swap you with someone else for this mission, of course you don’t have to.”

I thought about it for a short while and decided to swap. “ Thank you sir. I will go right now.”

“Sounds good. Here is a catalog of the guys that are available.”

I look over it and saw Jon’s body with the amount of $10,000 right by his name. “Damn! I cant believe this kid is getting paid $10,000 to swap bodies with an agent” i thought to myself.

“now if you’ll excuse me. I think its officially time for me to start my Time off.”

“Have fun sir and Ill see you when you get back.”

I leave his office and made my way towards the all the while looking at the catalog.

“Hey Peter!” I waved at Vinh “ Mr Carlson told me all about your mission. So have you thought about which body you want.”

I looked over the catalog one last time…. “This one” I said

(Which of these guys should Peter switch with. From top to bottom: Joey, Christian, Larry, Leon).

The Best of MrWavellSwaps 2022! Top 10 Stories From This Year!

As you might’ve already guessed by the title, since today is the last day of 2022, I’m here to do a fun little countdown of my biggest stories from the year. Hopefully it’ll be a nice trip down memory lane for both me and all of you. Plus this will give everyone a chance to look back at any of my stories they may have liked or perhaps see them for the first time! But with that I hope you all enjoy!!

⚠️ Click titles to head to each story ⚠️

10) A Second Lease [419 Notes]

Earning the number 10 spot this year is a somewhat recent story from September 18th. It is but a simple tale of a father (Ken) and son (Jay) who find themselves switching bodies after a fateful night sat beside upon wishing well. They agree on a temporary switching arrangement but after experiencing the wonders of youth again Ken doesn’t particularly want to go back…

I remember having so much fun writing this and pushing it a fair bit further than planned but I think it was well worth it!

9) The Professor’s Briefs [429 Notes]

Next we have a shorter but still awesome story that was written for a good friend and released on July 10th. After having purchased a special little potion from a magic shop, Josh finds himself breaking into the house of one of his old college professors Richard Dillard! In true pervy fashion he searches through the Dilf’s dirty clothes basket to find a recently worn pair of briefs. However sniffing the pouch of his hot professor’s briefs wasn’t the only reason he broke in to find them…

I’ve gotta say this one I’d definitely one of my personal favourites. The concept and the model used were always just so hot to me. So much so that I found myself writing this mostly with one hand 😜

8) Proof of Fusion (Part 1) [430 Notes]

The third entry on this list is taken by none other than my first story of the year released on January 6th! In this story we follow a young man named Jacob who tried to explain to his rightfully sceptical friend that he has the power to merge with/possess other people! In a flashback we get to see the first time Jacob discovered his power when he accidentally jumped inside the body a gym hunk.

It’s a good read for sure. Though I probably would’ve wrote it a tad differently now I’m still proud of the story for what it is and how it turned out in the end.

7) Former Bully [435 Notes]

Another one that I hold close to my heart right here. Released not so long ago on September 30th. Here we see the handsome Garret Falkner taking a relaxing shower to end his day. Only he doesn’t know that a ghost from his past of a being a high school bully is coming back to haunt him. Literally.

I don’t think I’ll ever forget this one. Whether is be how fun the story was to write, how gorgeous the model is (who spoilers I’ll definitely be using again) or the fact that it was my first post to be labelled hence why there’s a re-upload because I was being a stubborn bitch at the time 😅

6) Blake’s Billion Dollar Opportunity [502 Notes]

Now this was a juicy one that’s well deserving of a place here. Released on April 7th. Our main man and hunk Blake Johnson finds himself falling into what looks to be the perfect job as a gardener for one of the richest men around, the almost 60 year old Henry Anders, after the previous gardener quit for unknown reasons. Little did he know that his new job was a bit too good to be true…

Truthfully this story had to be my number one favourite story when it came and I still hold it in very high regard to this day. I hope some of you might go back to enjoy it once again as I have!

5) (Wet)Dream Come True [592 Notes]

Here we’ve got the first story to reach the top 5 and it’s a good amount of notes ahead of the previous entry. One of my earlier releases of the year having come out on February 28th. Max had been living alone with his Step-Dad Frank for a few years now and in that time he’d develop quite the taboo crush for the burly older man. Luckily for him however, he might finally get a chance to act on these desires when one morning Frank asks a very strange question…

I was genuinely surprised when this one blew up as much as it did. I only meant for it to be a little story to satiate the hunger of all you horny people out there until my next big story. Not that I’m complaining! It was pretty damn hot to write.

4) Appreciated [612 Notes]

Another unexpected but rather big success! This one was launched on October 17th making it the most recent story on the list and it’s position being this high all that much more impressive. Highly intelligent but rather under-appreciated nerd Joey decides to use his brains to make a device never before seen after growing green with envy at how Jack, his dumb jock of an older cousin, was treated like a star by the family. He intends to use this device to ensure he’s the one finally being appreciated!

Gotta say I have to thank my very good friend @tf-lover a bit for this one. We’d been sending each-over images and prompts for stories at the time and this was the result I came up with from one of those.

3) Perfect Takeover [620 Notes]

Finally cracking the top 3 we’ve got this gem of a story that aired way back on March 11th yet only feels like yesterday. This delicious tale follows Ian as he shares a flat with one of his old high school buddies Mike. Over recent years he’d developed a bit of a crush on Mike due to how buff and manly he’d gotten over the years but part of him had started to grow jealous as well due to how perfect Mike’s life seemed to be. Luckily for him Mr Wavell had just the solution to fix all of Ian’s problems.

If I’m not mistaken this had to have been one of Mr Wavell’s very early appearance’s and an appearance it was!

2) Damn Coach [703 Notes]

Round of applause for the big number 2 on the list released on May 4th. Trevor is the man of the hour in this one, a young gay who attends his local Rugby club every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Sure he was good at Rugby but that wasn’t the reason he signed up. No the real reason he was so eager to go was because the team’s coach was a total hunk! Only downside was that he was a total homophobe which only spelt disaster for Trevor once news of his sexuality got out. Fortunately for Trevor he had a special little ability that he’d vowed never to use again… until now.

Truth be told, though it was released in 2022, this story was actually written back in July of 2021. I’d been saving it in my back pocket for if ever I had a week where I was too busy or burnout to write. That considered I never thought it would blow up quite as much as it did when it was finally released but I’m eternally grateful nonetheless!

1) Step-Bro Switch Up [1557 Notes!]

I’m sure this one doesn’t come as a shock to some of you but here is the very big number 1! This one aired as the final story to my first generation of tumblr stories on July 30th. A horny 20 something year old hadn’t been able to take his eyes off his new step-bro since the day their parents got together. Could you blame him? Sam was the definition of perfect hairy jock that any man would wished they could be or be with. Fortunately, after obsessing over his step-bro for years and searching a ton of fetishy body swap stuff online, he stumbled across a spell that might just be able to grant one of those wishes…

I am constantly blown away every time I look at this story. Not just over 1K notes but over 1.5K!? I never thought I’d have a story get this big when I started this blog and there aren’t enough words to describe the sheer amount of gratitude I have for everyone that helped propel this story so high for me. It really does mean the absolute world! Maybe it’s a sign that I should bring back that very handsome man in 2023 for another hot story 😈

Well that’s it for my list! Those are all of my biggest stories from this year! I can’t thank you all enough for the support you’ve shown me over these past 18 months or so since booting up this account. I’ve had so much fun writing all these very horny stories for you lot and getting to slowly develop my identity on here. I hope to continue writing throughout 2023 with a smile on my face and a tent in my underwear to continue supplying you all with the juiciest content I can muster! See you all there! 🎉 Happy New Years! 🎉

Body swap Diaries: Johnny Part 2

William stood there smiling smugly as he caught me jacking off in his body.

"what are you doing here? aren't you guys about to continue shooting."

"Nah, the director had an emergency, so we gotta postpone till tomorrow. I was about to let you know, but um..." he smiled again

I quickly hid my hard cock with my used underwear wishing it would soften but i felt it got even hard seeing my old body naked.

“Who whoa easy there Johnny! No need to be embarrassed.” He grabs a robe and wore it. “ your not the first one who got horny watching their own body"

" I don't understand! I'm not gay! why am I so turned on by all of this!?" I started panicking

"Calm down its gonna be ok! I guess Grant didn't really explain the switch huh?"

"What do you mean"

"When two people switch bodies using the machine that they have, You will also experience the needs and wants of the body you switched to."

" you mean..."

"That's right, you are technically gay right now."

"Wait how about you? you're in my body and my body is straight! how come you can act in a gay scene and get hard for another guy!?"

"Bro you're not the first straight guy I've been in! Hell I've been in a lot of straight guys and I've even been in other gay guys, and even women and trans women! I've done it all man! so your straight urges don't' really affect me and I can act in whatever body I'm in." He sits right by me; looking at me with my handsome face and beautiful eyes. "I love having a dick, but man gotta say though, being a woman is a trip especially your first time getting fucked in the pussy."

"a- a woman?"

"yeah man! first time you fucked me as a woman was so amazing." My eyes widened surprised by what he said. " you were in charge yet gentle and when you entered my pussy, FUCK! i was in heaven." He thrusted his hips; humping the air to show me how I fucked him. My dick is semi hard flopping up and down and could not stop watching it. " and then you came in me; and it was out of this world." His robe fully untied, and his dick is now hard and fully exposed.

"how many times did you do this"

"overall.. about 5. Would love to do more but there's always a line to get fucked by Johnny Sins" He winks at me. "Damn even all that and watching your body fully exposed, "I'm surprised that you held out this long. Usually you straight guys are begging to suck your old cock the moment you see your cock in front of you. Hell Tommy Gunn even wanted to get fucked already the moment he saw his cock." I've worked with Tommy before but surprised how easy he gave in to his urges. He was right! I'm practically salivating in my mouth and I'm barely holding it together. " come on man" he disrobed. "Touch it! it actually misses its owner. " I can't hold it any longer! I was about to grab his cock until he stopped my "but you gotta ask permission and call me Johnny."

what the hell!? I didn't want to play his game, but I was so horny. "Please let me touch it... Johnny." He just smiled as he put his arms behind his head and relaxed.

I grabbed his cock and stroked it the way I stroke my own cock. It really was big especially seeing it from another's person's point of view. He started moaning. I fondled his balls and touched his abs all the while focusing on his cock. I was hard and my borrowed cock wants attention but I wanted to put my attention to his cock. He started pre cumming lubricating his dick as I stroked from shaft to head. The smell of cum is intoxicating. "I know what look. come on man, all you need to do is ask."

"Can I please suck your cock Johnny?" I didn't care anymore. I just wanted his cock. "I quickly put my mouth on his dick and bob my head up and down; almost choking by length and thickness. He quickly stopped my head.

"whoa easy there tiger! Take your time." I slowed down feeling the hard meat inside my mouth. It didn't taste like anything but a tad salty from the copious amount of pre cum leaking. This is so fucked up! I'm straight and I'm sucking my own cock. Part of me wanted to stop, but that part is quickly drowned out by my own horniness. "damn so good." I said as I continue sucking his cock.

"Get over here" he grabs my head and made out with with me. Both our tongues wrestling in each others mouth. He stopped kissing and stood up. "get on the couch." I did as he say getting even more turned on with his commanding demeanor. " looks like you are ready." He grabs something from the table

"what's he talking about." I said to myself, but then my eyes widened when I felt something wet and cold on my asshole. "whoa what the..." i could feel something entering me from my asshole. I look back to see him fingering me.

"Easy there! I'm just trying to loosen you up."

I started moaning as he put his finger in and out of my ass. "please I don't wanna get fucked." I keep repeating to myself despite how good being fingered feels." He then stopped and looked back with his smug smile. "why- why did you stop" I wanted him to continue; I want to feel good.

"come on! you know what to do!"

"Fuck Me Johnny!" I shouted to him.

"Good boy!" I prepare myself as I felt his dick slowly enter me. Its a feeling I've never felt before. It felt like I have butterflies in my stomach while having everything inside me contract. I moaned as he fully entered me, and moaned even louder as he pulled out. he then entered me again now with more force and speed until he continued to go in and out with increasing force and speed.

I moaned loudly not caring who hears. "Oh my god! this feels so good! Fuck me Johnny!" I yelled. He continued to fuck me. I look seeing the same look I make whenever I fuck my co-stars. That sultry and smug look. The look that makes women who watch my movies wet, is now having the same effect on me.

""Oh Shit! ahh ahhh" William pulls out of me and quickly grabs my head and he came all over my face. It was warm with a slight salty taste as I licked some from my lips. "Now its your turn! I want you to jack off to your own body"

"yes Johnny!" I wiped off some of his cum and used it as lube to jack off. I looked at my old body: my lean muscular body, my handsome face, those hypnotizing eyes, and my still semi hard cock still dripping cum from its head. I stroked faster and faster until finally "ahhh ahhh" much like a volcano, my dick erupted getting some on him and me with cum. I pant and breath heavy as I slowly loose consciousness.

"hey wake up Man" I hear a voice and quickly opened my eyes. I see William, but he's back in his body which means... I quickly searched for a mirror to see what I'm back at my old body too. He hugs me from behind "so how did you like it man?"

"who bro I told you I'm not gay!" I exclaim taking his arm off me. "look this is just a one time thing and would appreciate if you don't tell anyone about this."

"Of course man! I'll never tell"

I still feel some embarrassment of how I acted in his body, and I tried to hide as I put on my clothes.

"Hey if you are still up to it, Grant's gonna call you to set up another date"

I nod just hoping I will still get paid despite the shoot not being finished.

Later that Night:

Johnny just finished jacking off to one of the porn movies that William swapped with his female co-star, when he noticed a message from Grant. He listened it to it and he called back.

"Hey This is Grant Atlas of Chronivac Industries. I'm not here right now so please leave your name and number and I will get back to you."

"Hey Grant this is Johnny. yes i just checked my bank account and saw the money. thank you. Just to let you know that I'm still interested in the body swap program and it be great to work with you guys again. William can take my body again, but this time I would like to swap with his co-star and be in the movie. Thank you again."

Despite already cumming multiple times that night, The thought of being with William again hardened his cock again.

Body Swap Diaries: Johnny  Part 1

(decided to split in two since it was getting long and this has been in my drafts for so long.  Enjoy guys)

“Sounds good Mr. Sins! We got a deal.” I reluctantly shook the man’s hand.  

“Hey Grant you sure my body won’t get fucked in this porno right? I maybe renting my body to a gay actor, but make sure that my body will be doing the fucking ok.”  

Grant Smiled. “Yes of course Mr. Sins.  We at Chronivac will make sure that your preferences are respected.” He stood up from his chair “now follow me and meet the actor you are swapping with.  We both leave his office and walked towards the set, I was nervous and second thinking my choice to do this. but it was too late now.  The financial penalty of canceling is super high and might blacklist me in the porn industry.  

“here we are.” The set looks like a normal living room surrounded with video and camera equipment, which I’ve seen plenty of times but this one seems more high budget than usual.  

I look over to see someone sitting on one of the director chairs.  The man stood up and introduced himself. “Oh Mr. sins, its finally great to meet you.  My name is William Seed, and very excited to be working with you.”  I shook the younger man’s hand; he seemed genuinely excited to meet me.

“Thanks man.”  I said

“Ok so William you know the drill, go ahead and sit down on of the director” chairs, and Johnny please do the same.”  I do what Grant.

“So Man, This isn’t your first time” I asked William.

“Not at all!  Ive done this a lot.  I’ve been swapped with other gay actors, straight actors, and even women” I was surprised when he said that he swapped with a woman and was gonna ask him some more questions but Grant started putting these VR looking helmets over our heads.

“readying Chronivac Swap helmets” I hear Grant counting to 10 and at some point I loss consciousness

I groaned feeling like ive been hit by a truck and then I hear Grants voice “Ahh Johnny you’re awake, Don’t worry swapping really takes a lot out of someone especially when you’re new. “ I feel someone take off the helmet.  I look down and the shock quickly woke me up.  these hands, the clothes that I’m wearing, these are not mine.  I quickly looked at a nearby mirror, and there it is;  William staring back at me.

I stare long at the mirror touching and making weird looks of my new face when i heard a familiar voice “oh hey Johnny you’re awake.” I look behind and saw william inside my body. He moves closer to me also lookin at the same mirror as me and started flexing. “Wow johnny you have one of the best bodies ive ever swapped with”

“Umm thanks man.” I said as i awkwardly pose and flex in front of the mirror. “you must work out a lot.” I do a bicep flex and could feel this clothes straining.

“of course! you kinda have to especially in gay porn.” he says

“ok guys get ready! William go change.” the director shouted towards.  “Mr Sins.  the filming will be about 6 hours you can stay in William’s dress room while you wait or you could stay here and watch. ”

“I think I’ll stay, I'm curious to see how these actor swaps usually go.” I sat down at one of the directors chair

“Ok Mr. Sins! sounds good! let me know if William is doing something in your body that you don’t approve of and against your contract and we’ll cut.”  I nod my head 

“Ok I’m ready” I hear my voice and look behind to see William.

“Ok sounds good” the director said. He then whispers to me “ don't worry it shouldn't be super long, William already rehearsed yesterday and he and his co star were great.” Hearing that put my mind at ease. The faster this finishes, the faster i get my body back. “Ok every quiet on set! And Action!”

I silently sat at the chair right by Grant and the director; looking over the script of the movie.  Its short like most scripts, and mostly graze over it, but it looks like that William plays a stepfather who catches his stepson sniffing one of his underwear after coming home from the gym, and then the usual step-related-porn-plot happens though I usually  have stepdaughters and not step sons.  I look up just in time for the first kiss scene.  Im no homophobe, but I usually wince or look away whenever there is a gay scene since im not into dudes, but I decided to watch since its my body in display; in fact, i couldn’t stop watching the scene.  William made out with the other man; their tongues wrestling in each other’s mouth, and then that William took off his shirt to reveal my lean muscular body. His co-star feeling his pecs and occasionally sucking on his nipples.  It was then when I see my old cock hardened.  William quickly did a seductive wink at me and I found myself blushing.  The other man started sucking my old cock .

“oh yeah just like that boy! you like that big dick don’t cha”  William thrusted his hips practically fucking the other man’s mouth.  I felt hot and horny and becoming very antsy as I tried to hide my erection.  I really wanna whip out my new cock and jack off here and there! I have never been this turned on in my life.  I’m just waiting for the director to yell cut so I can run as fast to the dressing room and take care of my hard on, but he didn’t.  I was stuck watching my old body getting sucked and its driving me crazy.

“please god yell cut!” i keep repeating it in my head and then

“CUT! William great job! 

I rushed to the dressing room trying to compose myself. “i’m not gay, im not gay, Im not gay” i keep repeating to myself hoping for my dick to soften but it won’t.  All I could think of is William getting sucked and wishing it was me sucking him.  I breathed and pulled down my pants.  “damn not bad! not as impressive as mine but still pretty good” I thought to myself.  I grabbed my new 7 inch cock lubricating the whole shaft with my pre cum.  I laid at the couch to make myself comfortable and then noticed the underwear I wore  when I arrived here.  I quickly grabbed it inhaling my scent; enjoying the smell of piss, cum, and sweat.

“Enjoying yourself there man?”

I look up in horror to see William standing there smiling at me!

La Revolución

Carlos lived in Santa Rosa, a small village in South America. He worked at a local market and dreamed of helping his family and creating a better life. Due to the turbulent political situation in the region, business was poor and there was little to do. He often felt helpless because of the economical situation.

There was a lot of violence and conflict between different groups and factions. The Americans were trying to help the local government and the people, but they also had their own interests and agenda. Many people blamed the Americans for the problems and hated them. They thought they were invaders and oppressors who wanted to take their resources and control their lives.

Carlos was walking home from the market when he saw a group of American soldiers passing by. They looked strong and confident, unlike the local people who were scared and oppressed. Carlos noticed one soldier who stood out from the rest. He was Jake, the captain of the team. He had long blonde hair and a muscular body. He wore a green uniform and a black beret. He carried a rifle and a knife on his belt. Carlos felt a surge of admiration and curiosity for the tall American soldier. He decided to follow him and see where he was going. He saw him enter a small cafe and sit at a table. Carlos gathered his courage and walked in. He smiled and said hello, then he reached into his pocket and took out a golden ring. It sparkled in the light and caught Jake’s eye.

He said he wanted to give the ring to Jake as a thank you for the Americans’ help. Jake was touched by Carlos and felt guilty accepting such a valuable gift from a poor guy. Carlos said it was a lucky charm that would protect good people from harm. Nevertheless, Jack let the ring slip on and Carlos also put a ring on his finger and secretly wished he was Jake. Suddenly, they heard a loud explosion nearby and saw a cloud of smoke in the sky. Everything went black and both guys felt dizzy. When Carlos regained consciousness, he was in Jake’s body and saw him in his own body. Jake was shocked, confused and angry “What the hell have you done Carlos?!” Carlos explained that the ring somehow switched them. He said it was an ancient magic that only worked once.

They heard screams and shots - rebels had attacked the village. They had been waiting for the right moment to strike.

Everything was a trap. Carlos had planned it all along. He was the leader of the rebels. While he was a very good strategist, he lacked the strength and body for combat missions. He had used the ring to swap bodies with Jake and gain his power and skills to protect his people and to destroy the Americans.

Despite being an excellent fighter, Jake was captured in the weak and unarmed body of Carlos. It only took a moment to overpower him. The rebels skillfully tied his hands and feet and finally dragged him into a small cage where he was helpless and trapped. He looked at Carlos, who was standing outside the cage. He looked confident and proud, as he gave orders to his men.

Jake: "I thought the ring was a good luck charm to protect good people against harm and not to betray me?"

Carlos: "That's what the ring is for. Because the harm comes from the Americans and your body will be of great help to protect my people."

Jake felt hopeless and angry, but he could not do anything to escape.

As a result of Carlos' new powerful body, many others were encouraged to join the fight and fight for the rebels. Jake watched as the rebel numbers grew and Carlos became an even more dangerous opponent for the Americans.

The End

Thanks for everyone that voted. Very close with Enri and Carl but Enri won. I hope the kind hearted coach enjoys his new life as Enri

I found my old external hard drive where i have my old files from my now dead laptop. I search and search hoping i still have my old Yahoo Group body swap captions in there… but alas no. I guess its truly loss 🙁

Body Swap Diaries: Enri

The old man slowly open his eyes; his vision slowly clearing as he looks down. He sees a tight muscular body free from wrinkles. The man that helped him with acquiring this body hands him a mirror and a giant smile forms at the once old man’s face

“So how do you like it?”

“Amazing” the man closed his mouth surprised at his thick Mexican accent. “How how is this possible!?” The man is still bewildered at what happened

The man tries to explain. "I am what you can call as a 'swapper' I can swap people's bodies with anyone I want, but I also can swap bodies with whoever I want." He searches the gym bag for the old man's new body's wallet. "and it looks like I swapped you with someone named Enrique."

"Enrique huh" He flexes his new muscular biceps in awe at how big he his. "But why would you do this for me" Enrique ask the man before him.

"Well i guess you can call it gratitude Coach Stevenson." The man was surprised that he knew who he was. "I'm sure you don't remember me but I was one of your students during the 70's when you were still a coach." The man explains. "and being one of the few black kids in that school, i've experience a lot of racism and bullying from both teachers and other students."

"Wait... Trevor is that you?" Coach Stevenson exclaimed.

Trevor smiled and he continues his story. "But you... you were the only adult in that school that showed me respect, and you even helped get into track and football, though I had to quit the latter since I was so scrawny back then."

"well look at you know! you've grown into quite a handsome man." Coach Stevenson laughs.

"well actually this is not my original body." Coach Stevenson was surprised hear this but Trevor continues. "I managed to get into a great college and got myself a great job as business man and my life's been great since; but I felt empty in my life since I always wanted to be an actor." Trevor is in deep thought but he continues. "it wasn't until a man named Blue taught me to become a swapper and it was then that I swapped with an upcoming actor named Michael."

"so you gave up everything to become an actor? the money, the success, everything?" Coach Stevenson asked

"So you gave up everything? money, success, everything!?" Stevenson asked

"Yes, and I don't regret any of it. and know I've been a hit. Been in some movies like Creed and Black Panther, and as for the original Michael, \me and Blue made it so that he doesn't remember his old life and would live my life as if he's in auto pilot"

"how about me. I don't know anything about this kid Enri. How am I supposed to live as him? and what happened to my old body."

"Don't worry, His memories will flood into your head shortly." Michael sees the old coach wince a little as he knows that parts of Enri's memories started to come in. "and the old Enri, will live your life as did Michael is living my life. Michael tossed Enri his Gym bag "come on Enri time for your work out"

Hearing his new name sounded natural to him as more memories flood into him. Enri grabs his gym back and dressed in his gym gear. His cutoff shirt still showing his new massive body.

"YO Enri, where are you?" another man comes into the locker room. Enri recognizes him as one of his Gym bros.

"Faziz Man! I told you I'll be out! and let the bros know its arm day today."

Faziz left the lockers. Enri smiles at Michael " thank you again for this Michael. and no matter how many lives you live in this lifetime... Coach Stevenson will always be there for you." He pats Michaels shoulder as he picks up his bag and leave the locker room as his new life as Enrique.

"Thanks for everything Coach." Michael says to himself as he smiles.

The Great Shift: Speed Dating

Ok, so dating in your 30s can be hard. Even harder after the world has suddenly decided all of its inhabitants would suddenly swap bodies! If you thought it was hard to truly get to know someone before, it was nearly impossible now. You’d think that the differences and bodies people were exposed too would lead to more emotionally intelligent people, but no. Instead shallow just comes in all sorts of new flavors these days!

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“Wassup I’m Aidan!.I’m 24, well now I’m 34 due to the shift. And well you can see I’ve got a lot of good assets to show.”

I rolled  my eyes as this wannabe tough guy was trying to impress me. Sure he had an incredibly built body and intricate tattoos, but it was all surface level!

“Nice to meet you Aidan. You go to all of these speed dating events without a shirt?” I asked gingerly sipping my water.

“Only when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”

Gag. If I had a dime for every post shift hottie said that. 

“Charming. So Aidan tell me about yourself. I mean before the shift what did you do for a living? What do you do now?” I asked.

He scoffs. “I used to be a computer programmer. You know boring office stuff. Then I swapped into this juggernaut and been living at the gym ever since. Quit my old boring work and been trying to become a trainer at my local gym.”

“So let me get this straight. You were able to sustain yourself on a safe indoor office job and now you’re trying to go into  a new occupation you have no experience in because you want to flaunt your muscles?” I inquired further arching my eyebrow.

“Um… when you put it like that…” Aidan stammered looking called out.

“Next!” I rang the bell on the table signalling the rotation and the next person to join my table. 

Aidan slumped his massive 6′5 frame away looking dejected, but as soon as he started flexing to himself he shrugged and moved on. Maybe another guy would like this wannabe muscle guy. I just hope he was so driven by those muscles he’d have the motivation to maintain them. So many people received huge powerful bodies, but without the knowledge to maintain them they just went to waste.

“Hey there sexy? Fred is the name, dating you is my game.” A beefy looking firefighter said, with a burgeoning gut about to strain his suspenders. 

“Wow. Coming on a bit strong Fred. Please. Start from the beginning.  Your name is Fred. Great. What’s with the fire fighter attire? Are you a fire fighter or was your body a fire fighter before the shift?” I asked wincing at this cringe intro.

He smiles and strokes his beard appreciatively while at the same time flexing his beefy arm. “Well I’m not… yet! This body used to be the best firefighter in the district! Then all of a sudden the shift happen and I go from university student studying engineering to the most buff in shape guy with 6 pack abs I’ve ever seen!”

I look down and notice the obvious lack of abs. “Ok. Makes sense… so now you’re trying to  be a firefighter? Just like your body before you. That’s… noble. I’m really glad to see you give back to the community.”

Fred smiled. “Thanks! I’ve been trying for awhile now, but I can’t get through the physical test! It’s like I’m not as strong as the guy who used this body. Weird. Right now I mostly play video games and stream shirtless in these suspenders. My viewers love seeing me. I’m FireXFighter69 on Twitch and YouTube! Check out my video on-”

“Next!” I say ringing the bell once more. 

“Damn. Didn’t work out… are you gonna finish your food there? You hardly touched it.” Fred pointed at the snacks provided at the table.

“Sure Fred. Good luck on your next date.” I said as Fred left with the plate of food.

Some people could be oblivious of their own faults and try way too hard. Am I asking too much for people to just be honest and not hide behind some sort of facade? I get people can be nervous, but it’s certainly better than trying to get to know a character who isn’t even real.

“Hey there bitch!”

“You’re hot as fuck and I know you need a real man to show you how it’s done.” 

I didn’t know how to respond to such an abrupt entrance. I thought Aidan was cringe, but this guy was a whole new level. Flexing in my face, flipping me off, calling me names? Was he trying to neg me in less than 5 minutes?

“I can see you’re stunned by my natural masculinity. I don’t blame you. I’m an older guy given a second chance in this buff young jock. I found myself out of shape at 50 thrown into this guy mid football game. I’m no stranger to the gym so i just buffed myself up even more than that kid could. Now I’m here and ready to fuck you. So. What do you say? Wanna get out of here and ditch all these idiots?”

“Next! Sooo much next! You don’t get to dominate the conversation like this And you are NOT the type for any reasonable person here. I hope you find some sub willing to put up with your shit.” I retorted with a glare.

I see the guy in front of me blanch embarrassed! “Bastard! You’d be lucky to have me. I oughta!” He raised his hand to slam the table! Or me! But soon security escorted him out.

“I…. wow. That’s the worst one to end on. But I might as well go. There are clearly not any guys for me here.” I was about to get up when this cuter guy came over.

“Hello! I… wow. I saw what happened. Great job for standing up to that guy. He seemed like such a creep. I’m Elijah by the way… were you heading out?”

I was caught off guard. This man was so handsome! He wasn’t posturing like the rest, but I still he was making an honest effort despite his trepedation. His voice faltered a bit, but its deep resonate tones made that sound sweet. He was holding himself in a reserved posture, but even as he nervously clasped his hands I could see biceps  raise and strain his shirt.

“I was… but I think I’d like to get to know you. I’m Omar. I just turned away a few guys who were being absolute jerks. How about you? Elijah was it?” I said a bit blushing.

“Yeah! Well I recently graduated post great shift. I finished my last semester at the local community college in a new body. I’m in my neighbors body. Big guy! Great beard, but I’m still getting used to maintaining it. I’ll admit. I’m working part time at the local library till I find a job more suitable for what I studied in school. I’m 22, but my new biological age is 35. I do some painting in my free time and love exploring new parts of the city now that a lot of it has been rebuilt since the shift.” Elijah explained.

“Oh! Have you checked out the bar across town? It used to be a gay bar called The Tank! Now it’s changed its name to The Sea! Since there’s so many more sexualities represented there!” I offered.

“Haha! Love that. That’s clever! The tank has gotten bigger! I get it! I uh… Maybe you and I could continue our conversation there, over drinks?” Elijah blushed.

“I’d like that. Let’s get out of here!” We both stood up and took each others hands. Gosh his were so warm. Not to mention they felt so strong. He’s got quite the grip! I took a few steps so enamored by him I nearly fell, until he caught me in his arms. My face went right across his chest as I looked up to him before standing back up.

“Thanks for the catch. I uh.. Wow. You’ve got quite the cologne. What’s that scent?” I asked so curiously.

“Oh! Sorry!” Elijah was blushing even more. “I’m not wearing any. That’s just how my body smells. Hope it wasn’t bad.”

My eyes widen again. “It’s fine. Perfect actually. I love it. Lead the way Elijah.”

Elijah giggled. Hearing such a deep voice let out something so whimsical was the cutest thing I’ve seen tonight.

“I feel so lucky walking out of this place with you Omar.” Elijah said.

“Oh come on. I’m sure you would’ve found an awesome guy to spend then night with. You’re quite the charmer.” I retorted.

“I’m not the one looking like Henry Cavil!” Elijah laughed.

We both laughed. It was true. Ever since I looked like a celeb dating has been so hard. People try so hard to impress me, that it was such a breath air to talk to Elijah like a normal person. 

“Well tonight I really do feel like the man of steel because you are making me quite hard.” I smirked at Elijah, now blushing to the max.

“I… I… normally cheesy lines like that don’t work on me, but coming for you I…. gosh let’s get to that bar!”

We ended up walking aware from that speed date very satisfied. Perhaps even the hot people need help finding love after the shift. Who knows. I never said I was perfect, but tonight I sure am excited to see how far Elijah and I go!

This honestly needs a story

The Revenge

Elliot was tired and hungry as he walked home from his job at McDonald's. He had been frying burgers and fries all day, and his boss had been yelling at him constantly. He just wanted to go home and hide in his room where he could read his comics and play Minecraft. He was a typical nerd, with glasses, small, unathletic, shy, and with a big belly. He had no friends and was often bullied by others for his nerdy ways.

The worst of all was Chad. Chad was the exact opposite of Elliot. He was at least two heads taller than Elliot, very muscular, and above all, good-looking. He was the star of the wrestling team, winner of the regional championships, and the crush of all the girls. He looked like a young god and his body was a gift from heaven. But he was also arrogant, cruel, and sadistic. He loved to harass Elliot, beat him up, take his food, exploit him as a helper, or expose him in front of everyone. Elliot hated Chad more than anything else in the world. At the same time, he also felt attracted to Chad and envied his life.

To get home, Elliot had to cross the abandoned freight yard. It was evening and it was already starting to get dark. Elliot slipped through the hole in the fence as he always did. It was a forbidden shortcut, but also the shortest way home. He always hoped that he wouldn't meet anyone, especially not Chad or his friends.

But today he was out of luck. As he crawled through the hole in the fence, he saw Chad sitting on an old freight car with his legs apart in the sunset. He was smoking a cigarette and grinning wickedly when he spotted Elliot.

"Hey, fatty! What are you doing here? Looking for something to eat? Oink, oink!" Chad jeered and laughed.

Chad jumped off the freight car and ran after him. Elliot was startled and tried to run away, but it was too late. Chad caught him easily, grabbed his neck with one hand, while taking drags of his cigarette and blowing smoke in Elliot's face with the other.

"Let me go! Leave me alone!" Elliot whimpered.

"Why should I? You're my favorite toy. I have so much fun with you," said Chad, tightening his grip around Elliot's neck.

"Chad, please stop, you know I have asthma," Elliot said, gasping for air.

"You don't have asthma, you're just FAT," Chad said with a sneering grin. His eyes were full of contempt as he said it.

Elliot wanted to run away, but Chad held him up like a puppet. Elliot didn't know how much longer he could take it, he couldn't breathe anymore. He closed his eyes and wished for only one thing: that he could be in Chad's place. That he could be as big and strong as him. That he could be like him!!

Suddenly they heard a loud shout. A flashlight shone on them. They were no longer alone in the abandoned freight yard. They were standing between the wagons on the tracks, and one of the security guards had spotted them.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE? GET OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY!! THIS IS PRIVATE PROPERTY!!" the security guard shouted.

The security guard aimed his stun gun at them. He pulled the trigger and two electric arrows shot out of the device. One hit Elliot in the back, the other hit Chad in the arm. They felt a powerful electric shock run through their bodies. They screamed in pain and fell to the ground.

Then everything went black. They both lost consciousness and fell to the ground...

Chad slowly opened his eyes and stared at the wall. He felt strange. He tried to remember what had happened. He had been holding Elliot, who was looking at him pleadingly. Then the guard came and shocked them both. Then everything went black. He heard a faint buzzing around him. He turned his head and saw a cell. He was in prison. He saw the bars that locked him up. He saw the other inmates staring at him hostilely. He saw the guard looking at him contemptuously and talking to the police.

He wanted to protest, but his voice failed him. He wanted to stand up, but his body did not obey him. He looked down at himself and was shocked. That was not his body. That was a small, misshapen body. He was wearing Elliot's clothes, Elliot's thick belly. He was Elliot!

He touched his face and felt the rough stubble. He ran his fingers through his greasy hair. He opened his mouth and saw his yellow teeth in a reflection. He was ugly.

He suddenly felt different. He felt weak and insecure. He felt helpless and small. He felt like Elliot.

He started screaming and thought: This is a nightmare. This must be a mistake. This must stop. He must get his body back. He must find Elliot and hold him accountable. Eventually, he managed to get up with difficulty. Everything was still spinning, he staggered to the cell door and started screaming, "LET ME OUT OF HERE, THIS IS A MISTAKE, LET ME OUT OF HERE IMMEDIATELY, DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM??"

Elliot also started to wake up slowly. He felt warm and secure, he hadn't felt this good in a long time. He felt the fresh sheets on his skin, he thought it was a dream. Elliot fell asleep again. It wasn't until the next morning that he slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around and noticed the many posters of naked women and race cars on the walls. Where was he?? This was definitely not his room. He was still slightly dazed and got up and went to the mirror. He couldn't believe what he saw. He was huge and muscular. His upper body was extremely well-trained and shone in the light. He wore jogging pants that emphasized his trained ass. He looked like an Abercrombie model. He looked like Chad.

Elliot touched his face and felt the smooth skin. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. He opened his mouth and saw his white teeth. He was perfect.

He suddenly felt different. He felt strong and confident. He felt powerful and attractive. He felt like Chad.

He turned around and looked at his back and shoulders. He couldn't help but flex his biceps and touch his abs. He couldn't stop looking at himself in the mirror. Elliot looked into his jogging pants and was impressed by what he saw. He could hardly believe that he was now so well-endowed.

He wondered what it would be like to live in Chad's body and what it would be like to sign up for Grindr with his new body.

But how could this happen?? He remembered the incident at the freight yard and the electric shock he and Chad had received. This probably led to the body swap. Chad's family probably learned directly from the sheriff about the incident and brought Chad home immediately. He thought that Chad was somewhere in his body. And wondered what Chad was doing right now and how he was feeling in his body.

He smiled and thought: This isn't so bad. Maybe he can take advantage of this. Maybe he can live Chad's life. Maybe he can have everything he ever wanted and teach Chad a little lesson with his new body.

Several days passed without Elliot hearing anything from Chad, and he began to worry. Was the shock perhaps too much for Chad?

Elliot tried to push the thought out of his mind and enjoy his new life. He could hardly believe how easy life at university suddenly was for him. With his new godly body, he was a magnet for attention. The other students admired him for his strength and looks, and his presence in the room was simply unmistakable. Elliot enjoyed the positive looks and compliments he received from others. It was a completely new feeling for him to be so accepted and admired.

He found it incredibly satisfying how easy it was for him to shine in social situations. Suddenly, he was invited by everyone, and people seemed to be drawn to him. Elliot felt a new energy within himself, and his self-confidence grew with each passing day. Life was suddenly so much easier, and he enjoyed how easy he had it. At the same time, he tried to be nice to everyone; he wanted to be a better person than Chad.

One day after class, Elliot went to his locker to get his things. He wanted to go home quickly and relax. He had had a long and tiring day.

He opened his locker and looked for his backpack. He couldn't find it. Instead, he found a note with an ugly drawing of himself and a message:

"Hey Fatty! I stole your backpack! If you want it back, you have to meet me at the old warehouse! But be warned: I have a few surprises for you! HAHAHA! Your best friend Chad"

Elliot, in Chad's body, angrily crumpled up the note. He knew it was a trap, but he wanted to confront the situation. He decided to finally teach Chad a lesson.

He went to the old warehouse on the edge of town. It was an abandoned building that used to serve as a storage facility for building materials. It was dark, dirty, and dangerous.

As Elliot entered the warehouse, he heard a voice from the shadows:

"There you are, you loser! I've been waiting for you! Because of you, I spent the last few days in custody because your stupid mother didn't have the money for bail."

It was Chad in Elliot's chubby, small body, emerging from behind a stack of wooden planks.

He held Elliot's backpack in his hand and grinned wickedly. "Do you want your backpack back? Then come and get it!"

Chad threw the backpack on the floor and stood with his legs wide apart. He still believed he could intimidate the now huge Elliot. He still believed he could beat Elliot. He still believed he could defeat the now muscular Elliot.

The now small and chubby Chad was not stupid. He knew he was physically inferior and would have no chance if he fought fairly. He took every opportunity to surprise or confuse Elliot. He threw things at his head and sand in his eyes. It didn't take long for Elliot to lose control of the situation. He was overwhelmed; he had not expected this. He thought it would be an easy game for him in Chad's muscular body, but he was wrong.

Elliot fell back into his defensive posture from before; he froze, curled up, and hoped it would all be over quickly. But Chad was angry, angrier than ever before in his life. He kicked Elliot in the shin and then punched him with all his might in the soft parts. Elliot fell to the ground on his knees and groaned. In the past, Chad would have been satisfied with that, but not this time. Too much had happened; he had lost his body and his life to the fat nerd, and he was going to make him pay.

Chad grabbed one of the many wooden planks lying around and hit Elliot with all his strength on the back of the head. Elliot immediately lost consciousness and fell to the ground. When Elliot came to, he was kneeling on the dusty concrete floor of the abandoned factory. Elliot felt his muscles ache and his joints crack. His hands and feet were tied together with tape behind his back and attached to an old radiator. He had a sock in his mouth that muffled his screams. He was now a prisoner waiting for his torture. He couldn't imagine how he got into this situation. Chad wanted his body back and Elliot was going to pay for taking it away from him. Elliot wept bitterly, his snot running from his nose. Chad stood nearby like an uninvolved spectator with a crowbar. "Well, how do you like your new body? I have to say, you have good taste. Too bad you can't handle it. What a waste," said Chad. Elliot was terrified, he tried to scream and free himself, but it was useless. He felt helpless and alone. He wondered how he was going to get out of this situation. Elliot tried to speak, but his mouth was still stuffed with an old sports sock. Which Chad eventually pulled out. Elliot, who was almost 2.00 meters tall muscle man, began to cry: "Please Chad, please let me go, I don't know how the bodyswap happened, please Chad, you have to believe me." Chad: "I believe you, you don't have enough backbone for such an action, fatso. But I still think you're not entirely innocent. What happened at the old freight yard happened because you wanted it to." Elliot: "Please Chad, I'll do anything you want, but please let me go now. I'll really do ANYTHING for you." Elliot looked like a fighter, but he felt like a weakling.

In the end, Elliot continued to be harassed and tormented by Chad, even though he now had a muscular body. Chad enjoyed his power over Elliot and treated him like a slave. Elliot felt trapped and scared of Chad, but he didn't know how to break free. He longed for his old life back, but it seemed out of reach. Chad took advantage of the situation and pushed Elliot further into despair. He forced Elliot to work for him and to harm others. Chad used Elliot's new muscular body as a shield against others. He told him what to do and threatened to inflict pain on him if he didn't obey. Elliot, who was afraid of being hurt even more, obeyed him and helped him cover up his criminal activities. Chad knew he could exploit Elliot's fear to manipulate and control him. Chad's thoughts now revolved around Elliot's body.

He saw it as a tool to help him expand his power and tyrannize others. He became obsessed with controlling the body and using it to achieve his goals. Chad treated Elliot's muscle body like an object that belonged to him and no longer like a human being. Chad began to feel increasingly drawn to the body he once owned. He started to intensify his obsession with his old body and spent hours looking at old photos and remembering what it was like to live in that body. Chad was obsessed with how perfect Elliot looked in his new body. Every morning, he styled Elliot's hair and carefully chose the perfect outfit for him. He shaved Elliot's body daily in the shower and selected the perfect body spray for him. Chad wanted to make sure that Elliot was outwardly just as perfect as he once was. He spent hours styling and perfecting Elliot's body until he was finally satisfied. Elliot became a life size toy.

But despite all his efforts, he couldn't really hide Elliot's lack of confidence and insecurity. Elliot was uncertain in his new body and often felt uncomfortable, even though he now looked physically strong and impressive. He was afraid that he was no longer himself, that he had changed. He no longer felt comfortable in his own skin and had difficulty adjusting to his new physical strength. He often avoided looking in the mirror because he couldn't bear the image he saw. His eyes reflected this insecurity and despite his muscular body, he still seemed like a nervous nerd. Chad had been shaving Elliot daily for some time now, but something was different this morning. As he ran the razor over Elliot's muscular chest, he suddenly felt a strange tingling in his own groin. Chad had never before reacted so strongly to the touch of another body and couldn't believe he was so attracted to his own former, muscular, and masculine body. As he shaved Elliot's ass, he couldn't help but let his hands glide over the tight muscles he discovered in Elliot's body. The tingling in his own body grew stronger and he felt his heart beating faster. Chad had never felt attracted to a man before, but in this moment, he couldn't help but realize that he was drawn to Elliot's body. Chad quickly withdrew and tried to suppress these new and confusing feelings. He had no idea what was happening to him or how to process these unexpected sensations. But he knew that he was now looking at Elliot's body differently than before and that he couldn't ignore this new attraction.

The End

Ooof the guy with the red shirt and hat is so hot.

Recently re-read the story Trick or Switch by Otaru and all i could imagine Robbie’s new body is this guy:

Changes Happen All The Time. You're Just Aren't Aware Of It

"Here's a long transformation story to keep up with my debt." - Uncle Lee

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Finally, graduation. Ron and Paul had finally finished college and it was time for the childhood friends to come back to their home town. The two were unseparable every since childhood. Until they were college, they both went to the same university, taking the same course, living in the same dorm room.

On this day, it's was time to bring all their stuff back home. Paul is already done with his, with Ron driving him back and forth, so this time, it was Paul's time to help Ron bring all his stuff back.

"Eyes on the road, man. I swear you're going off the road" Paul tapped his buddy as he continue fidgeting with his phone.

Paul is your averarage college senior. Although wanting to build muscles, his studies get in the way, making him stay on an average build. Not too skinny, yet not that fat. Although his studies matter so much, he never backs down from adventures especially when it's with Ron.

"Yeah, well. We're basically in a deserted area. No cars, no buildings, and frankly, I don't think I'll hit something either way." Ron argued, still listening to Paul and makes sure the van is on he right lane.

Ron on the other hand can be mistaken for a stereotypical jock bro if only he's not known for being one of the top notchers in the university, and also maybe because of his rectangular glasses. He is lean with muscle and he lives showing off both his brain and brawn. He has an average amount of body hair on his face, chest, arms, and legs, which most of the time were kept trimmed.

Both had been long good friend despite differences especially with preferences. A very inseparable pair.

"I'm honestly kinda thirsty. Think we can find some place to buy drinks around here?" Ron followed, eyeing for any buildings in the horizon.

"I bet not." Paul answered. "I can find you some water from the back if you want."

"Naw.. We already drank them all. Thought we only had two of our own bottles." Ron replied.

"Alright, let's see..." Paul went to his map app and scanned for any shop the map app, and sure enough one suddenly appeared.

Paul could've sworn that wasn't there before, but eh, it's probably just because we didn't zoom in enough.

"Here's one, just a few more kilometers away." Paul showed Ron.

Ron drove to the location of the said shop and lo and behold, there was one shop just along the road in the middle of nowhere.

They parked on the edge of the road in front of the shop, turned the van off and went out together. As Paul checked the condition of their van, Ron walked near the store.

"Hey, I'll go ask for some water. You can wait for me out here" Paul said.

"Yeah, sure. I'll just check if we're still good here." Ron replied, tapping on the van's hot wheels.

As Paul walked near the shop, he started to feel all tingly and weird. As if he's entering a separate dimension of some sort through a force field. A large sign is placed just above the wooden door.

"The Shift Shop" Paul read.

Without anymore hesitation, Paul proceeds and marvelled at the view of the inside.

Through he wooden door, it wasn't like anything from the outside. It felt like one of the shops you see in your favorite fantasy movies. There were areas with sparkling contraptions, a flying phoenix roaming the store, small fireworks exploding in different colors, it all looked magical.

Paul closed the door and proceeded deeper. It may seem magical, but there were shelves displaying products as if it's Walmart. Paul saw food, hygiene products, electronics, dairy, snacks, and anything you may imagine. There was even an area for clothes and accessories. Paul was too much in awe that he forgot what he came in for.

Soon, he reached the counter. A bell on top of it rang automatically to acknowledge his presence and to notify the owner that a visitor had come by, almost too automatic to look like it has a life of its own.

"Just a moment!" Paul heard a deep voice coming from behind the curtain across the other side of the counter, although he swear the voice spoke of a different language, probably Korean, yet somehow he understood it automatically.

The bell rang again, rushing the man to come out as soon as possible. "Told you, Bell, to wait for a moment! I'm... you know what nevermind." The man spoke again and Paul confirmed it was Korean, yet he understood.

The man finally walked out of the curtain, and Paul gasped at the fair skinned Asian hunk wearing a thick-framed glasses. He was topless with a messy wet hair, wearing only a long beige dress pants, buckled with a black belt.

"Apologies, but my bell is always so eager to have me come and greet my visitors. I just finished taking a bath and, yeah I guess it's evident." The man spoke, this time in English. As he finish speaking, he wears the white plain shirt he was holding, "Welcome to the Shift Shop. I'm guessing this is your first time?"

"Y-Yeah. It's honestly... amazing here." Paul managed to mutter.

"Thanks, that's centuries of good work." The man chuckled, "I'm the owner of the shop, Timotheo Lee, or you can just call me Uncle Lee."

"Uncle?" Paul chuckled. The man does not look like he's old enough to be his uncle, nor be anyone's uncle anyway. He seem to be just around 25, and those youthful muscle and smooth skin did all the talking. "Is that a pen name or something?"

"Oh, I'm not kidding about the century thing. I'm older than what you think." Uncle Lee smirked.

"Really?" Paul didn't bother lengthening the discussion about his age. The shop itself already seemed so unreal. The man could even be a older than how many centuries he guess. Instead, his eyes roamed around the room.

Uncle Lee chuckled once more and moved closer to her customer. "Seems like you're looking for something, I mean you proceeded deeper into my shop. You're thirsty for something magical, aren't you?"

Paul laughed. "I'm honestly just 'thirsty' thirsty" He replied, "But something magical doesn't seem like a bad idea."

Uncle Lee tapped on his bell "Jules!" He called out and suddenly a short nerdy suited up staff appeared from thin air.

"S-Sir!" Jules replied, stuttering.

"Guide our new visitor to some areas he might fancy" Uncle Lee winked at Jules.

Jules seemed to almost melt just by his boss's wink. He made a soft 'aww' right after the man did so. "Y-Yes, sir!" Jules gave a salute and invited Paul to some part of the shop.

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Paul had roamed around longer than he expected. He tried a bunch of testers and witnessed different kinds of magic while in the store, all of which Jules let Paul try on him.

There were fruits that turn people older or younger. There were gadgets that help you fulfil your wishes. There were literally a lot to see, but soon enough Paul stopped by a certain product that catched his eyes.

"A jade necklace?" Paul asked.

"Oh, not just any jade necklace" Jules said in a deep rumbling voice. Throughout all the testing, Jules ended up with a body of a 40 year old body builder with dog ears and tails that matches his white hair. "It's the Necklace of Names."

"Necklace of Names?" Paul repeated.

"Necklace of Names" Jules repeated back. "It's supposed to make the wearer able to change whoever he calls in a different name, and the other person will never know the changes!" Jules exclaimed. "Let's have this for an example: I'm wearing the necklace and I called you by any name aside from your actual name, for instance, I called you 'gramps'. You'll turn into a grandpa version of yourself!" Jules explained. "Or if I call you by a name of a famous actor, or someone I know, that'll automatically change you to that person. It's honestly best if you an try it yourself."

Jules takes the necklace and brought it to Paul's hand.

"And the person I change won't notice a thing?" Paul asked for confirmation while looking at the green pendant the necklace has.

"They certainly wont and their mind and personality will also adapt," Jules answered. "And in most cases, reality also adjusts, but you still have to be careful".

"If it's magic, bet it has some sort of consequences once I started using this, no? I mean just like in the movies" Paul asked

Jules nodded "Exactly." He said, "But if you wanna try it on just like what you did to the other products, don't worry, we had the consequence feature turned off when it's just for testing. But for this specific bad boy..." Jules tapped on he necklace. "I honestly don't think you'll consider it a consequence. Bet you'll even like it. I can tell you what it is unless you like surprises."

"Surprises, huh." Paul looked at the necklce and back to Jules "Yeah, I'm up for surprises. I'll figure it out on my own"

"Great! So a keeper?" Jules smiled.

"A keeper."

Paul was convinced already and didn't even have to try it on Jules. They walked back to the counter and paid.

"Mhmm. The Necklace of Names." Uncle Lee sang. "You have a great taste." He looked at me and back at the necklace. "That would be a dollar."

A dollar? That's so cheap for this quality and he expected more. Paul brought his wallet from his pocket and pulled out 2 dollars and placed it on the counter.

"This shouldn't be just a dollar. It even looks expensive." Paul remarked.

"Oh, Paul. It's alright. It really is just a dollar." Uncle Lee nodded and adjusted his glasses. "This shop does not really run from profit. This exchange is merely just like signing a contract by barter." He continued. "I prefer to know you're enjoying the magic than earning money from the magic."

Paul stared at Uncle Lee and his eyes lit it.

"And you know, I choose my customers well. I know you'll do great with our items." Paul smiled.

"Thank you." Paul smiled by the compliment. He's starting to understand why Jules reacts all shy around him.

"Anyways, I'll keep the other dollar. You best be on your way to your trip, and you, Jules..." Uncle Lee trailed off, looking at the silver fox hunk Jules had turned into. "Let's come to the back. I have to do something with that thick ass of yours" He winked at Jules and then waved goodbye to Paul. "Take care, Paul."

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Paul left the store with a smile. He really had paid for the necklace with just a dollar. He decided to put it on and walked back to the van.

There was Ron, now holding 2 big bottles of water he got somewhere.

"Dude, where did you go? What took you so long?" Ron has his eyebrow furrowed, all while taking a drink from his water.

"Ah! Right. I forgot to buy-"

"Already did that, man. I was looking for you inside the store and you weren't there. Where did you go?" Ron asked again.

"I was inside the sh-" Paul turned back to look at the shop, but gasped at what he saw.

The shop was different now. Gone with the big signage and the wooden door. It turned into a regular off-the-road convenience store. Paul kept his mouth shut and looked back to Ron.

"Let's get back on the road. It's getting dark." Ron commanded and they both went back in the van.

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It has been a few minutes and they've finally reached a populated area, and Paul still couldn't stop thinking about what happened. It was obviously not any hallucination since the necklace he bought is still hanging on his neck. Nevertheless, he'd want to try the necklace out, but to whom?

"You're unusually quiet. What's up?" Ron snapped Paul back to reality. "We passed by a lot of interesting sights earlier and you didn't even reacted like how you would."

"Nothing. Just thinking." Paul excused.

"Whatever it is, I ain't the type to just let my buddy stay silent throughout the drive. Whatchu wanna do?" Ron asked.

"Nothing, really." Paul replied, "Don't worry about it."

"Naww. C'mon." Ron then chuckled. "You know I'm not that type to pretend like I ain't seeing you're out of your usual mood."

It's really hard for Ron to endure that, and as much as he can, he tends to joke around just to make Paul laugh. And as for Paul, those damn words. It always was what reminds him of things he can never let go.

Paul always had a big crush on his childhood friend. Although he never had trully opened up to Ron about it because of the fear of losing his friend. Because of that, he always had to push those thoughts away to preserve their friendship, yet it's really hard when your friend is all affectionate like this.

"You wanna jerk off?" Ron smirked.

"What? No! Where did that come from?" Paul jumped from his seat. His heart beating too fast.

"Come on~ My bestfriend just needs a little bit of release~" Ron teased. He was joking. Paul knows that. It always had been a joke. "I'll stroke that dick if I were you. It's just the two of us anyway."

"Oh, shut up, Ron!" Paul laughed.

"What? If you don't want to, I'll stroke it for you." Ron giggled, jokingly placing a hand on Paul's thigh, immitating some stereotypical dumb jock asking for some bro time with his buddy.

"Stop that, you horny dumb jock-" Paul eye's widened as he finish his sentence. He snapped his head back to Ron as Ron suddenly groaned.

The van started to slow down until they stopped on the side of the road. Paul's eyes widened as he realized what he had just done. Ron was changing. The necklace was doing its job.

"U-Urgh..." Ron groaned as he stretched his body, his hand still on Paul's thigh, which was now massaging it. "Fuck, bro..."

Bro. Ron was turning into a "Horny Dumb Jock" he just called him.

Ron's muscles started to morph itself, changing his build in one way or another. His body hair started to disappear to look like they're cleanly shaven away. Tattoos apeared around his body, and he can feel it. The muted pain of tattoo needles crawled around his body, but it wasn't really that painful to him. It was pleasurable. Ron started to move his other hand around his body, feeling every skin. Pinching his nipple through his t-shirt, then feeling his abs inside, then moving it to paw his growing hard on. All the while his other had was roaming around Paul's thigh. Ron's clothes started to change. His shirt darkened and shifted to a tanktop, loose enough to show his chest. His glasses disappeared, and a cap formed on his head. His eyebrows furrowed harder as his old memories gets replaced by new ones. He's a horny dumb jock. He spend all his day fucking, masturbating, and jocking out. All the knowledge of a top notcher disappeared. His memories with Paul did not disappear, though some parts like their dynamics, their hobbies together, changed. Soon enough, Ron finished changing, physically and mentally.

"Fuck, bro. I really..." The newly jockified Ron groaned. "I really need to bust one out. I..."

Paul was left speechless. He did it. He accidentally used the necklace on Ron. He doesn't know how to feel about this, but there he stared at his childhood friend-slash-crush.

Ron moved his hand back to his crotch, pawing at his hard on that seemed to have grown than its original size. His other hand, still on Paul's thigh, squeeze it.

Paul was turned on and don't know why. He noticed his cock also hard in his pants, and Ron, squeezing his thigh, is making it more arousing.

"I need to... urgh.... jerk off." Ron grunted, like it is very urgent for him to release. "C-Can I?" Ron looked at Paul.

They stared at each other. Paul felt his heart beat faster than ever. At some point Paul wants to join Ron, but he's trying all his best not to.

"R-Ron...nnie" Paul tried to call on Ron, but for some reason, he called him Ronnie. He never called him that, but it seems automatic.

It was the necklace's work. Each change also gives the other person a new name. This is to have it easy for the owner to turn the other person back to their original body. And for this instance, Ron had just turned into a horny jock named Ronnie.

"Y-Yeah, go on. I-I don't mind, R-Ronnie." Paul stuttered.

"Yeah... No homo, bro, alright?" Ronnie said while pulling down on his shorts, revealing his hard cock. "Fuck..."

Paul stared at Ronnie as he jerked off. Ronnie still carressing Paul's thigh as he do so. "Yeah... No homo..." Paul repeated, staring at Ronnie's cock.

It was his first time seeing Ronnie's cock after years. Although it seems like this version of Ron has a bigger dick than the original.

The van was filled with loud sensual moans. Paul watched Ronnie's pecs bounce as he stroke his cock. Ronnie looks so hot when his face contort everytime he finds his own pleasure spots. Soon enough, Ronnie was near.

"F-Fuck, bro. I'm gonna-" Ronnie stroke faster, and he gripped harder on Paul's thigh. "I'm gonna cum!"

Ronnie came loads of cum all over his shirt, some of them landing on his cap, almost making a big mess on his van.

"O-Oh... Shit.... That feels sooo good." Ronnie limps down, taking deep breaths as he chuckle and looked back to Paul. Ronnie removed his shirt and used it to wipe all his cum off his body and his cap, and Paul had a good look on his hunky body. Ronnie noticed and smirked.

"You seem like you're hard too, bro." Ronnie eyed Paul's cock, which Paul hid on cue. "Naw, bro. You know we can be this comfortable to each other." Ronnie smiled at him. "Want me to help you out?" He asked, moving one hand back to his knee, moving up to his thigh

Paul's eyes widened. "N-No. I'm alright, Ronnie."

"You sure? You can always say No Homo anyway?" Ronnie's face gave a mild frown. "I told you if anything to make my bro happy, I'll do it."

"I-It's fine."

"Aight, suit yourself."

And they continued their drive with Ronnie, shirtless, and Paul's cock, hard.

---

The rest of the drive gave Paul the opportunity to experiment on his friend. In the last 30 minutes, Paul decided to experiment more. Ron had turned into a dad, a freshman, a foreigner, and other stuff Paul managed to trigger as they converse. Satisfied and almost near their destination, Paul reverted Ron back to his original body just by calling him again in his real nickname "Ron".

Upon arriving at Ron's house, Paul could've sworn Ron had been stealing glances from him more than usual. While they we're fixing stuff, it's often for Paul to find out Ron is lost in deep thoughts. He had caught Ron staring at him, sometimes adjusting the collar of his shirt, and even his underwear.

By sunset, they are almost finished putting everything in place in Ron's room. Both Paul and Ron were left sweaty due to carrying a bunch of stuff from the van to the house.

"I gotta take a quick break." Ron said as he took his shirt off and dropped them on the side. "Could you bring the last box in?" Ron asked Paul as he sat on the chair.

"Yes, sir" Paul answered.

"Damn, that could be another trigger. " He tought to himself.

What he called him as a little vague. Ron could turn either a very well respected dad, or his professor, or someone that can dominate him in bed. As he looked back to where Ron was sitting, there he saw the new man.

Before the new Ron could speak, Paul's eyes widened and hurried himself out the room and grabbed the last remaining box. His friend, his crush, turned into one heck of a dreamboat.

Reaching the living room, Paul came to he box. It was a big box that should be carried by two people, but Paul managed to carry it himself. Although struggling, he carried it to the room.

It was hard for Paul to carry the box in while walking forward, so Paul had to turn his back and walk backwards into the door frame.

"Excuse me, this thing's heav-" Paul exclaimed as he struggled.

"Wait, lemme take care of-"

The new Ron said in a soft deep voice as he rushed to Paul's aid, but before he managed to do so, Paul tripped.

"Hey!" Ron exclaimed and ran to catch Paul, only to fall too and both of them and the box on the floor, Paul lying on top of Ron.

"You okay, kid?" Ron asked, holding onto Paul.

"Sorry, sir." Paul replied.

Paul felt something on his back, growing hard. He heard Ron clear his throat, and so he looked up to see Paul, blushing.

"S-Sir, I can feel your..."

"S-Sorry!" Ron pushed Paul off his body and slid up to sit. "I-I..."

Paul sat down to face Ron. He can see Ron's huge cock straining against his gray shorts, just enough for Paul to get hard himself too. They stared at each other's cocks then to each other's eyes. Then in one quick movement, they were kissing.

Paul broke the kiss, shying away from his indirect confession. "F-Fuck. I'm sorry." He said. "That was very impulsive."

"It's alright." Ron said, still looking at Paul's eyes. He smiled and grabbed Paul's hand and guided it to his chest.

"S-Sir..." Paul's eyes widened.

"It's fine, Paul. I want this too."

Paul melted as Ron spoke in his deep sensual voice. It was a very reassuring but sexy baritone voice coming out from the mouth of this sexy hunk his friend had turned into

"Can I?" Ron motioned to move closer.

Paul nodded and welcomed Ron. Ron slided closer to Paul and started feeling his body s he kiss him on the neck. Paul shivered as Ron finds every pleasure spots in his body. Ron took Paul's shirt off and kissed his chest, coming to a nipple. All the effort of hiding how he liked his bestfriend broke down. It was just he and him enjoying the moment.

"A-Ah!" Paul moaned. "That feels so good."

"You like that?" Ron's eyes gleamed as he ask.

"Yes, sir." Paul nodded, putting both of his hands on Ron's face.

"Call me, Russel. Paul." He requested. "I'm not your teacher anymore"

Russel. That's Ron's name in this body of a hunk. So happened that he is his professor. Former, actually. Russel was doing a great job in making Paul feel good. Both of their cocks are basically stone hard and Paul had been wanting release even before they arrived to Russel's home. Russel pulled Paul's shorts off and marveled at the cock in front of his face.

"Wow, you have a big cock..." Russel said which made Paul chuckle.

"You think? Yours is even bigger." Paul stroked Russel's cock through his shorts and made him groan.

Russel took his shorts off too, finally letting Paul see this thick hairy cock. Paul grabbed on Russel's balls and played with it before stroking his cock again.

Russel moved closer to Paul's cock. "Can I...?" Russel asked.

"Please." Paul pulled Russel's head to his cock.

Russel went straight in, sucking Paul with all his might. The room once again was filled with mostly Paul's moans. His former childhood friend, now a hunky former professor is sucking his cock so eagerly. He's almost near and he's practically begging for release.

"Sir... Russel, I'm gonna."

"Not yet." Russel stood up and carried Paul onto the bed, sitting.

Paul expected that they'll fuck. He stared at Russel's thick hard cock and shivered at the thought of how painful can it be to have that in his ass.

"W-Wait. I can't take you. You're too big!" Paul pushed on Russel.

"Who said you're the one who's gonna be fucked? Russel grinned.

Paul's eyes once again widened as Russel climed onto his cock and sat on it. Without any hesitation, Russel pushed his ass down to Paul's cock.

"A...urgh!" Both of then groaning in pleasure

"You feel so good..." Russel whimpered.

"Y-You're so tight!" Paul moaned.

Russel groaned louder as Paul pushed and hat hit his prostate. "A-Ah! Sh..." Russel then moved, riding on Paul's cock.

It was too much to handle for Paul. The hunky professor is riding his cock. He's fucking a hunk. He then motioned to kiss Russel once more as they move. Paul holds onto Russel's cock as he strokes him. Paul lied down and Russel followed. He brought his feet onto he bed and started humping Russel himself.

"I-I'm close!" Russel exclaimed.

"Y-Yeah?" Paul smirked.

"Ah... Ah! I'm gonna cum!" Russel moaned hard.

"Cum for me, Russel!"

Soon, Russel came all his load onto Paul. Some hitting his face. Paul didn't stop thrusting his cock in Russel. He went faster and soon...

"I... I'm gonna cum too..." Paul said.

Russel moved and licked Paul's nipple, driving Paul insane.

"Y-Yeah! More! I'm gonna cum!"

Paul moaned and finally, he released into Russel's ass. They moved for one more kiss, and once they broke, they chuckled at each other.

Paul pulled out. Both panting and grasping for air.

"So..." Paul trailed off

"So...?" Russel followed

Paul paused or a moment. The power he got from the Necklace of Names was great. It seemed like he almost live in every fantasy he can think of, but then again, what about his friend Ron?

He looked at Russel. This was Russel, his former professor in this new reality. He may have been his friend a moment ago, but it was all Russel who made a move on him.

It was Ron who he liked, not the dumb horny jock, Ronnie, and most certainly despite being a fantasy-brought-to-life, not this hunky professor, Russel. Paul got lost in that thought. What could even happen if he revert Ron back?

"Uhm... Wanna take a shower with me?" Russel asked, bringing his hand to Paul.

"Yeah, sure."

---

They proceeded to the shower. Russel went in first, testing the temperature, then offering his hand to Paul to guide him in. Russel washed off the cum on of their bodies, then he opened up for a big warm bear hug.

Paul stuck his face in between Russel's chests, still thinking about earlier. Trying to muster up his courage, he asked.

"Do you like me?"

Russel cleared his throat. "Well... I hope it wouldn't be weird to tell you I like you since I am your professor, no? Well... Former."

"No, I meant..." Paul stopped for a moment, then looked up to Russel's eyes, trying all his best to look for Ron in this deep brown eyes. "Do you like me, Ron?"

Russel began to shrink back down. His muscles lessening and his age going back to 22. He's back to Ron, just the regular old Ron.

"I.... I like you, Paul. I really do." Ron's cheeks flushed red, still hugging his friend. "I mean... I always had this feelings for so long... I just didn't think..."

"I like you back?" Paul continued. "I also had this for a very long time too..."

They smiled.

"Ron." Paul called out once again. "I don't know how to phrase this properly, but..."

In his mind, he had kissed Russel, but that was not trully Ron, it was just right to ask one more time, right?

"Can I kiss you?" Paul reached up to Ron's cheeks.

Ron didn't hesitate. He smiled and brought Paul into his lips.

Yet another round for Paul, but it's real this time.