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Trying It On
(by Jona w/ a twist by me)
My roommate Mario was a jerk. He was very good-looking and had an physique model’s body (well, he does model besides go to college) while I was a fairly unnoticeable scrawny guy. And he didn't go out of his way making it clear. He frequently had guys and girls over and he just derided me in front of them. It was so humiliating. Many times I had wished that he could experience how that made me feel. The worst thing was that Mario’s body turned me on. He had the most sexy abs. I often jerked off thinking of how it would feel to run my hands over them.
Then one day, I got a mysterious e-mail entitled "Someone listened". I opened it and I read this cryptic message: "A wish has been uttered, so have no fear. It will bring you closer to what you hold dear." Another one of those spam messages, I shrugged and deleted it instantly, thinking no more of it. I went to bed fantasizing about Mario's body.
The next morning, I woke up invigorated. I scratched my stomach and felt … abs. That's weird. I didn't have abs. I got up and took a look in the mirror. And there I was, or rather there was Mario. Then I recalled the weird e-mail. My wish had come true! I grinned. Next, I heard a yell from the other bedroom, and the door to my room flung upon. There was my body. Damn, I’m actually pretty cute.
"What has happened, Christopher? Why am I in your scrawny body? And why are you in mine?"
"I don't know, Mario. But it seems this is how it's going to be from now on. It seem we're stuck in each other's bodies."
"YES! FINALLY! My wish came true!" Mario exclaimed.
“Wait. What do you mean, FINALLY’?”
“I’m the one that made the wish. I was so tired of working out and posing for photoshoot after photoshoot, I needed a change. From the moment we became roommates, I knew I had to become you. I yearned to have a cute and skinny twink body. I jerked off many nights dreaming of your beautiful, thin build and handsome face and now, I do.”
This isn’t going to plan at all. Mario wanted to be ME?? "Listen, dweeb! You better call me Derek.”
“Look at you being Mister Tough Guy. But remember, Christopher ... THIS IS MY WISH. You now have my buff body, but I also wished to have you be my submissive, subservient muscular fuck toy. You don't want anyone to know that it's you, the ‘wimpy skinny kid’ in that buff body, now do you?" I was a bit taken aback by the assertive tone coming out of my former body and, to be honest, it was turning me on. I kind of liked it. It must be the influence of the wish Mario made to have me be in this hot body I was in now.
“Ok, Mario," I said quietly and feeling a bit defeated. Seeing Mario act so confident in my body was giving me a noticeable dick print in my now tight grey briefs, I had to take them off.
“Now, here’s what you’re going to do. You’re going to act and behave like me. You’re going to go to the gym and keep that body of yours in shape. You’ll ridicule me in front of my, now your, friends. But when you get home, you’ll strip down to your cute underwear, get your knees and suck my big fat twink cock. Get it all wet, so I can rip the underwear off and ram your ass until I come inside you. Once I seed your ass, you can finally cum on your chest, not before. I need to lick every drop off of you. So, Christopher ... do we have a deal?”
I couldn’t contain my excitement. “Yes Sir.”
I was glowing with submissive confidence I never had.
“Good. Well, I have to get to your classes and you have no classes on your schedule, just weightlifting with your new buddies at 1. Why don’t you send me some pics of you posing in my, I mean, your underwear? I want you to show me the ones you’re going to wear tonight.”
Derek got ready and headed off to the four hour science lab I know I will not miss going.
While trying them on, I snapped some pictures and sent them to Derek.
Maybe this one?
How about this one?
No, these are the ones I’m wearing for him.
He just knew I was enjoying his body very much. Plus, he got a sneak peek on what’s in store for him once we both got home.
So, we behaved like we did before we switched. I was an ass to Derek during the day and let him breed my ass at night. Our fantasy came true and we knew we’d stay this way forever.
Building Each Other Up Pt. 4
Read Pt. 1 here, Pt. 2 here, and Pt. 3 here.
Mark's POV:
As I stood on stage, spotlight shining down on me, I couldn't help but feel exhilarated. The months of grueling training had paid off, and I had just won the bodybuilding competition. The crowd clapped for me as I raised my trophy high, a triumphant grin spreading across my face. I guess Shane was worried for nothing – but I’m definitely not complaining.
After the competition, amidst the congratulatory hugs and handshakes from fellow competitors, I spotted Ali in the crowd, taking a picture of me, a proud smile on his face. Making my way over to him, I wrapped him in a tight embrace before leaning in to kiss him.
"Thanks for coming, babe," I said.
"Of course, I wouldn't miss it," Ali replied.
As we pulled apart, Ali's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be in a competition," he admitted, a hint of longing in his voice.
I studied Ali's physique, admiring the toned muscles beneath his shirt. "You know, you're certainly ripped," I said, running a hand over his arm. "But I understand what you mean, this is definitely different.”
Then, a mischievous grin spread across my face as an idea formed in my mind. "Well, why don't you try my body on for size?" I suggested.
Ali shot me a confused but intrigued look. "What do you mean?" he asked.
I explained how “my trainer Mark” and I had discovered the ability to swap bodies back when I had first started training. "It could be a fun experiment," I added, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.
Ali's hesitation melted away as excitement replaced his initial skepticism. "Alright, let's do it," he agreed, a grin spreading across his face.
Grabbing the reserve potion I kept in my bag (yeah I lied when I told Shane there wasn’t any left), Ali and I found an empty part of the center's changing area to do the swap. I figured I’d let him enjoy my victory a bit too. He quickly took off his shirt and flexed for me, giving me a better entry point.
Pushing into him, I felt a familiar rush just like so many times before. Once inside, I called out for Ali, but there was no response. He must've fallen into his subconscious. But I realized there was someone else in here too.
“Shane?” I said in disbelief "How long have you been in here?"
"I've been trapped in here a few days," Shane replied, his voice filled with resignation. “I cant seem to move or turn off my subconscious like usual, I must’ve screwed up the potion.”
Shit, I thought to myself. I've been absolutely railing the fuck out of Ali the past few days, and he’s been awake for it all.
"How did you enjoy getting dicked down by yourself?" I asked a bit nervously.
"It could be worse," Shane replied, his tone nonchalant. "But I'm still straight, and I don't wanna keep doing that."
Damn, I thought. Well, okay, not a problem. And with a mental push, I sent him back over the mental cliff, watching as he fell back out, still in my body. Awesome, I thought to myself.
"Why didn't you give me my body back?" Shane protested, his voice filled with frustration. "You're not even using it anymore."
"I need it for something more important," I laughed. "And based on what you just said, you probably wouldn't be down for it."
Before Shane could protest or follow, I quickly got dressed, left the changing area, got into my – or Ali’s - car and drove away.
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Driving down the road, I ran my hands across his arms and abs. Damn, this body was fit—not as huge as mine, but just as firm and even smoother skin. As I drove up to Ali’s apartment, Ali, was just now mentally waking up.
"What's going on?" he thought, clearly disoriented.
"Don’t worry, babe, just taking us home," I replied mentally.
Once we got inside, I warned him that this might feel a little weird and told him to relax.
"Just let go and enjoy," I said soothingly.
With a push, I sent Ali over the mental cliff—his consent making the process even easier than with Shane earlier. The familiar rush of pleasure surged through me, the same wave I had ridden last time when I became the sole occupant of that body.
Ali, now in Shane’s body, fell on the ground and looked down at his borrowed physique, flexing his muscles and marveling at the transformation.
"How does it feel?" I asked, my voice laced with excitement.
"Unbelievable," Ali replied. "This body is incredible."
I grinned. "Well it looks fucking great on you."
“How's my body?" Ali asked, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Ali, you have no idea how fantastic your body feels. Well, maybe you actually do," I laughed.
Ali chuckled and then got up to admire his new physique in the mirror, flexing his bicep. I walked up behind him and started feeling all his muscles. This was different—feeling him from the outside. I mean, being in him was great, but this was something else entirely.
"It's been a long day—a long month—for you, babe, all that hard work in the competition," I joked with him. " Why don’t you relax and let me take care of you?" I started moving my hands down to play with the waistband of his briefs.
We shed our clothes and made our way to the bed. I started to get a bit dominant with him, pushing him down into the mattress and lifting his legs up.
He looked at me with a challenging grin. "Let's not forget who's who here." In a swift motion, he flipped over and pushed me down into the bed.
My stomach filled with butterflies. Even though I had been friends with Shane for years and then had possessed his body, I had never gotten to see him up close quite like this.
"It’s cheat day now. It’s finally time for me to eat some cake," he said, smirking.
Without hesitating, he lifted my legs and stuck his tongue in my eager hole. He devoured me with a hunger that sent shivers down my spine, making me writhe with pleasure. I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure escaping my lips, lost in the intensity of the moment.
"Fuck yeah, Ali," I moaned.
He stopped eating me out and slowly came up to my face, placing his hand on my neck, applying just enough pressure to assert his dominance. Nibbling on my ear, he whispered, his voice dripping with authority, "I think that you mean 'Fuck yeah, Shane.'"
Damn, I didn't know where this dominant streak was coming from. If anything, Ali was always willing to submit. But the way he took control now was definitely hot.
As he lined up his cock and pushed in, I felt every inch of him stretching me.
"Ahhh, shit, babe, you feel so good," he groaned. "I know you haven't taken one in a while, babe, but my body should be all ready to take this massive dick," he continued, his voice husky with desire.
He was right. My body readily accepted him. And since it was his body after all, he knew all the right spots to drive me absolutely wild. Honestly, I couldn't remember the last time I was this turned on. Even fucking Ali in Shane's body couldn't compare to the pleasure I was feeling now. I started to think, “what if this is how its supposed to be.”
As he pounded into me, I realized I knew a few tricks to drive him insane as well.
Reaching up, I gently played with his nipples, causing him to involuntarily thrust his hips even deeper.
"Damn, babe, it's almost like you know my body better than I do," he chuckled.
I could sense he was about to cum, and just then, I tightened my hole and wrapped my feet around his back, holding him in me.
He came with such force that I think he surprised himself, his cum flooding my insides. As he came down from his high, he smiled at me, his expression content. "Good boy," he said, while still buried inside me. "Good boy."
As he stroked my cock, that affirmation was enough to send me over the edge, and I came all over my chest.
He leaned down and took a nice big lick of my cum, his tongue swirling around the salty liquid. "You taste amazing," he said, his voice husky with desire, before kissing me passionately and wrapping me into the biggest spoon hug from behind.
Tracing my muscles and running his hand through my hair, he kept saying "Good boy, Ali" in a calming voice, until we both fell gently to sleep.
Building Each Other Up - Epilogue
Read Pt. 1 here, Pt. 2 here, Pt. 3 here, and Pt. 4 here.
Mark's (now Ali's) POV:
It's been five months since the competition, and since then, Shane agreed to move in with me. It's been great actually dating instead of just hooking up, and I couldn’t be happier.
Initially, I thought that him fucking me in that body would be a one-off thing, and we’d switch back, but we fell kinda naturally into our new roles. He fucks me so hard every night and, while he has let me top a couple of times, he’s still always definitely the dom. That’s carried over into our daily lives too. He takes care of every little thing, treating me to romantic dinners. cleaning up around the house, and spending all his money on me. Its fantastic.
But I think most of all, I am enjoying being in out and in an age-appropriate relationship with a young guy. When we walk down the street together, all anyone sees is two incredibly hot boyfriends – which is exactly what we are.
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It was all going great until one day out of nowhere, we ran into Mark at a gay bar of all places. He was flirting with a younger guy before he caught a glimpse of me out of the corner of his eye. I guess he liked the taste of himself when he had accidentally possessed Ali a few months ago, who would’ve thought.
I started to back away, but he caught up to me and cornered me.
"Hey, you’re that kid Ali, where the fuck is Shane … I mean Mark," he yelled at me.
I kind of timidly backed into the corner by the bathrooms, feeling a knot of anxiety tightening in my stomach.
Shane, my savior, immediately noticed my distress and left the bar to come to my rescue.
"Babe, is there a problem here?" he said, his voice calm but firm.
Mark turned around and saw Shane standing menacingly behind him, his arms crossed over his chest and a steely glint in his eyes.
"Fuck, I knew I’d find you eventually," said Mark, his voice dripping with anger.
Without hesitation, he whipped out a small vial from his pocket and downed it immediately before quickly latching onto Shane's back.
"Give me back my body!" he yelled, his voice desperate and frantic.
A look of shock crossed Mark’s face as he realized that he wasn't sinking into Shane's body as he had expected.
"What the fuck, dude?" Shane exclaimed, throwing him off. "You gotta get a grip."
Mark stumbled backward, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "What did you do?" he asks, his confusion evident in his voice.
Shane smirks, his gaze unwavering as he meets Mark's eyes. "Ohhh, you must be Mark," he says. "Ali said you'd show up sooner or later. Too bad your potions won’t work."
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You see, a few weeks after we swapped, I asked Ali if he wanted to swap back. I explained that my "former trainer Mark" was crazy and had managed to convince himself that my body was actually his and would not stop reaching out to me, trying to take it back. I was managing it, but if he was in "my" body instead, it would be even more difficult to manage.
In no uncertain terms, he told me no to swapping back. I understood. That body and the power it had was intoxicating. And honestly, I didn’t mind being his super perfect boyfriend—I mean look how cute I am.
"Okay," I said, accepting his decision, "then we need to seal ourselves in."
I had done a fair amount of research on a new potion that would make us impervious to the effects of the original. I handed him a vial and said, "If you're sure this is what you want."
He downed it without hesitation, and I downed mine as well. He pulled me in for a passionate kiss and said, "I love you, Ali."
"I love you too, Shane," I replied, feeling a sense of relief wash over me.
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"Dude, I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, but this is my body. You need to get lost," said Shane, his voice firm and commanding.
In that moment, Mark shot me a knowing look. If his body didn’t know who he was, then I must be the one he was really looking for. He quickly ran and attempted jump into me instead, which only threw me back against the wall. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of me, and I struggled to regain my bearings.
That was enough to grab the attention of the bouncers. Shane quickly restrained Mark until they grabbed him and were able to lead him out of the club.
Shane rushed back over to me, concern etched on his face. "Babe, are you okay?" he asked, his eyes searching mine for any signs of injury.
"Yeah, I'm alright," I reassured him, forcing a smile despite the lingering soreness. "I'm just gonna use the restroom real quick."
He nodded, his expression still tinged with worry. "Okay, I'll be waiting out here for you."
As I collected myself inside the restroom, I quickly dropped the worried look and smirked to myself. My sealing potion had worked for both of us. Mark wouldn’t be causing us any problems, and I was free to enjoy the hunky boyfriend I had built for myself carefree.
I raised my phone up to take a quick selfie, capturing the moment as a reminder of my victory. Fuck, the best is only yet to come.
The entire playlist is dedicated to create future Alpha from scratch. Zach weighed less than 130 pounds before he found the playlist. Now, he's easily a 180-190 pounds blonde-haired jock with clear skin and baritone voice that can make any legs turned into jelly due to the depth of it
The music titles are quite straightforward. Play "Bulk" longer and you will keep on bulking. If you play "Veins" then you'll get this insane definition of your thickening veins. "Blonde" or "Jet Black" helped to change hair color and this simple rock beats titled "Hard Rock" caused your dick to grow longer and fatter the more you listen to it. Despite all the changes, he's not satisfied yet, so he played the once skipped "Shred" audio and his muscle definition started to get leaner and drier. When the muscle definition in his body eventually getting toned and more visible, he smugly take the selfie of his improved physique, finally looking like the kind of guys he used to despise
As the locker room is still pretty much empty, he decided to explore his new form with more precision and ensuring that each part of his body get the same kind of attention from his watchful eyes. He takes off his headset, put the music on blast and traced all the beautiful intricacies of this now-glorious form that belong to him.
Unfortunately, the shuffle option means that he practically has no control of what music played next so the song titled "Freeze" that he's been skipping suddenly played, making him freeze on the spot with no way to break free. As if awaiting the unfortunate shuffling to happen, a nerd in his hoodie with this small silver remote appeared using noise-cancelling earbuds. He grinned like a maniac seeing the lone frozen blonde jock as he swiftly make his move and play the next song in the playlist titled "Obey the Authority". That will put blondie over here into malleable submission where the nerd, just like he did to the other newly-emerging jocks, asserted his authority over them as he's going to make them into his minions of devoted muscle guard
Romania dreaming
It has been a few months since I met George on the site for long distance dating for gays. He was from Romania, kind of cute twinkish guy. Never had much luck. I honestly can't say why I went on that website, maybe I was just bored, but it turned out as the best decision of my life.
It was strange cause from the start, we knew we had chemistry between each other, but the distance made it complicated. We often sex-chatted on the website. About what we would do to each other and so.
One day I told him I wanted to jerk off furiously, because of what he wrote, but my rommate was unfortuantely in the room. Then just a strange idea popped into my head. "What if you'd swap into his body? Then you could be with me." George told me about his Romania ancestor magic skills he had, but he did just some small parlor tricks from time to time. The bigger spells were harder. He needed a friend for that. A friend that I could be. And that I could benefit from too
George loved the idea, but was scared at first. "What if the other one in my body ruins my life while he is me? I can't let that happen."
"Ok, you know what. Find anyone hot from your life that you would like me to swap into and I will come to see you. Then you'll swap me back and I'll see what the other person did. Maybe the spell makes them think they're us. That would be neat" I suggested
George was more confident now and even sent me some photos of his straight colleagues from work, so that we could see if they behaved differently after swapping back. I immediately set my eyes on Daniel. His hot, absolutely 100 % straight, colleague who worked out. Insanely hot.
We both agreed. I got ready in my bed. I told George to start the spell at 21:21. I looked at the clock and still had some minutes left. I tried to fall asleep. Maybe Daniel would be asleep in my body and it would be easier. Then it hit me. Strange nauseating feeling and the light
I was standing in the locker rooms. Cold win from the AC on my bare torso. Bare torso? Holy shit. I am shirtless in the locker rooms of some gym. That's something I never expected to happen to me. I looked down. First thing that caught my eye were the shorts. Then I looked at my beautiful muscular torso. My new arms. Then I caught my new reflection. In the mirror was the guy that I saw in the photo. Daniel. "Daniel" I said aloud. His voice sounded so strong and commanding. If he told me with this voice to get down on my knees and suck him, I would. Speaking of sucking I looked in my shorts. Nice flacid shaved cock. "Gotta find out how big you are when you're hard big guy". His phone vibrated. Fuck, I almost forgot I was suppose to send Daniel proof of swapping bodies
I sent the photo to George's instagram. Then I wrote:"This is what you'll be looking up at tonight while you suck me off"
"Peter? I can't believe it. You're really him. You have to come over!"
I wanted to get his stuff and leave immediately, but the some of his friends got to the locker and ridiculed me for being a pussy and leaving without lifting. I don't know if it was Daniel's personality or something else in me, but I felt like I had to prove them wrong. And then I said things I didn't even know. Shit about cars, girls, FUCKING GIRLS. I even lifted without knowing how. This body was on autopilote.
I left early without saying anything. Bunch of messages from George waiting for me and being stressed out what happened. I explained and asked for his adress of his dorms.
The twink I used to talk to late at night was waiting for me in black compression shorts and black shirt.
"Heey...." was all I let him say out loud. I agressively pressed him against the wall and kissed him. Tongues twisting around each other, my teeth biting his lips, hands feeling up and down his body. Slowly we were working our way to his bed. I set him down and took of my shirt. He was visibly shocked, that his work colleague was now in front of him stripping down. I whip out my hard dick and pushed it into his face. He obliged immediately and worked his way with his tongue around the bright purple head of my new dick. He was working it like a pro, trying to swallow it whole, not gagging. But that didn't matter, I had to fuck his ass. Now.
I turned him around, not even stripping him, only pulling a bit of his shorts from his ass. I spit into my hand, got it on my dick and pushed myself in. He screamed out. But I didn't care, I just pused inside and kept thrusting. He was so tight. His ass was so tight around my shaft. I shot my cum inside of him. Pulling out and immediately searching for clothes to leave.
"You're leaving?!"
I snapped out. "Fuck, jesus George I am so sorry. I don't know what happened. I think Daniel's personality still had effect on me. I didn't mean to be so rough on you. Please forgive me."
"It's ok. It did hurt at first, but it was worth it. I still can't believe you're him now. And I lost my virginity with Daniel who I crushed over for years! That's so amazing!"
"Wait, this was your first time? But, you told me all the stories. Was none of it true? Jesus, George, maybe if I knew I would have fought Daniel's personality harder."
"I didn't expect we would me irl. I honestly didn't expect the spell would wrok, but here we are. Daniel is here. In my room. Wait, I have a great idea!" he started casting a spell
"Wait!" I wasn't fast enough to stop him.
But now I was looking at Daniel. From his point of view. Already feeling more submissive than in Daniel's body. The personality of the original body truly does have an effect on the one swapped inside.
George was now posing in front of the mirror. His eyes focused on his biceps and all the tense muscles.
I was now in George's twink body. I could feel his ass hurting from the sex with Daniel's body. I could feel the cum in his ass. I felt the attraction towards Daniel's body. But I didn't feel right like I did in Daniel's. I wanted to swap back.
George now got to his new dick, which was already throbbing hard again. How that's possible, I have no idea. But as soon as he started jerking his new cock he looked at me and I felt his predator eyes on me. Fuck, this is gonna hurt
The next morning I woke up sleeping next to George still in Daniel's body. We didn't sleep much tonight, but don't get me wrong, while the sex felt great I still couldn't shake the feeling that I was in the wrong body. As soon as George woke up I told him about my dysphoria with his body. He got mad. I could tell that Daniel's personality took over. And then few seconds later I found myself in my original body again already in my university lecture.
For several weeks George didn't answer my messages. I could only see as his Tumblr profile had more and more photos of Daniel's body in the gym etc.
Not only was I worried, but I had to admit to myself that I was extremely jealous. I was in that body first. I need it more than he did
I kept spamming him with messages and then one day he answered. The message said:"I need to fuck this guy in gym. I'll swap u with him tonight. Be ready". Man, I think it's better to have one body close to Daniel's rather than be far from him
He did as he said in the message. I woke up again in the bright gym. Now lifting. I proceeded to not cause suspicion.
This guy I was now in was really handsome. More muscular even than Daniel I dare to say. I could feel that his personality was not as strong as Daniel's. He seemed more kind in my eyes, but who knows who he is. I may not know before George tells me. I saw him on the other side of the room eyeing me. Stalking me even. I left the body on autopilote and finished the workout. His body was probably used to take photos after so I let him
Maybe I could stay in his body. He is really hot. And more handsome too. But I don't know. He is the type I would love to have as a boyfriend, not to be him.
I followed George to the showers. We were eventually the last people in the gym. I got into the lockers. Patiently waiting for him to speak.
"You're Mihai now. He's the owner of the gym. So we got the place for ourselves. Let's hit the showers"
I followe him. Mihai, what a nice name for this guy. I don't feel that Mihai is someone who would just follow others and do what they tell him to. Maybe I figured out how to overpower the personality of the person.
We got naked and stared at each other.
"Nah, this is wrong." and yet again he proceeded to perform his ritual
I was now Daniel again and was looking at Mihai. Now the reality of how he acted hit him. And as I suspected before, Miahi was irl a very nice guy. "I am so so so sorry Peter. I didn't know that Daniel had such a strong personality. I tohught I could fight it, but most of the time I just found myself being the passenger, but still enjoying his life. It's so weird. But I feel better now as Mihai. Maybe you should stay in Daniel's body for now. I'll learn to control the personality of others, just as you did and then we can safely try to swap with other people. What do you think?"
"I think" I said as I turned on the water in the showers "that you need a post workout shower. And that George and Mihai need to get to know themselves better" I smiled at him kneeling down to the nice hairy cock already waiting for my mouth
Few months later
Are you asking if we stayed in their bodies? Well yeah, kind off. We made their bodies our main ones. We got them to live together, start a relationship and now even if we swapped into other bodies Daniel and Mihai bodies continue what we established. Romantic right?
Me and George often take trips to some new locations travelling around the world, enjoying life of other people. Most of the time we try to find some straight friends travelling to foreign locations, trying to score some pussy there and slightly changing their vacation plans. Heh, there was this one time where we didn't even exit our hotel room. For a week. Crazy right? That was wild. But maybe I'll tell that story another time and tell you how our life in Mihai and George is proceeding
But now we are in the bodies of these two gym bro friends, waiting for the gay bar to open. See you
A story from messages we came up with while body swap roleplaying with @hunkpossesion
I changed the plot a bit, but still the hot bodies remained.
Mike and Tim loved each other deeply. Mike, with his towering frame and muscular build, looked every bit the athlete. He was the star of the local rugby team, known for his strength and agility. Tim, on the other hand, was lean and wiry, with a sharp intellect and a quick wit that matched his keen eyes. They had been together for three years, and while their friends and family assumed the dynamics of their relationship, only they knew the truth.
In public, they played their roles well. Mike would wrap an arm protectively around Tim's shoulders, pulling him close as they navigated through life. Tim would lean into Mike, a small smile playing on his lips as if to say, "Yes, he's mine." They were the picture-perfect couple, and everyone admired them, envying their seemingly perfect chemistry.
What people didn't see was the subtle dance of power that took place behind closed doors. In their private sanctuary, Mike's broad shoulders and imposing stature meant nothing. As soon as they stepped into their apartment, the roles reversed.
One evening, after a particularly grueling rugby match, Mike trudged into their apartment, sweat glistening on his body. Tim was already home, sitting on the couch with a book in hand. He looked up as Mike entered, his eyes softening for a moment before a mischievous glint replaced the tenderness.
"Rough game?" Tim asked, closing his book and setting it aside.
Mike nodded, his muscles aching and his mind weary. "Yeah, they really put us through the wringer tonight."
Tim stood and walked over to Mike, his lean form moving with an effortless grace.
He reached up, cupping Mike's face in his hands and pulling him down for a deep, lingering kiss. When they broke apart, Tim's voice was low and commanding.
"Shower. Now."
Mike's eyes widened slightly, but he obeyed without question. He stripped off his clothes as he walked to the bathroom, the hot water a welcome relief against his tired muscles. As he stood under the spray, he felt the tension slowly ebb away, replaced by a different kind of anticipation. As the hot water cascaded over Mike's sore muscles, he found himself replaying Tim's firm command in his mind. Tonight felt different, special, as if Tim had planned something extraordinary. Stepping out of the shower, Mike wrapped a towel around his waist and made his way to the bedroom, feeling a flutter of anticipation.
Tim stood by the bed, his eyes dark and intense, an air of authority radiating from him. The room was dimly lit, creating a warm and intimate atmosphere. "Come here," Tim instructed, his voice steady and commanding.
Mike obeyed, crossing the room and standing before Tim, who reached out to gently untie the towel around Mike's waist, letting it fall to the floor. Tim's touch was electric, his fingers tracing patterns over Mike's chest and down his arms, sending shivers through his body.
Tim reached up, trailing his fingers lightly over Mike's chest, his touch sending shivers down Mike's spine. "You did well today," Tim murmured, his voice a seductive whisper. "But now, it's time to let go." Mike felt his knees weaken, sinking to the floor in submission. Tim guided him to the bed, his movements confident and deliberate, his control absolute.
For the rest of the night, Tim led Mike through an intricate dance of pleasure and obedience. Every touch, every whisper was calculated to drive Mike to the edge and back, each moment more intense than the last. Mike surrendered completely, reveling in the freedom that came with letting Tim take control.
As the night deepened, their connection grew stronger, the boundaries between them blurring until all that remained was the raw, unfiltered expression of their love and trust. When they finally collapsed into each other's arms, spent and satisfied, Mike drifted off to sleep with a deep sense of contentment.
The next morning, Mike awoke to the soft light of dawn filtering through the curtains. He reached out, expecting to find Tim beside him, but the bed was empty.
Confused, Mike sat up, rubbing his eyes, and that's when he noticed something strange. His body felt different, smaller. He looked down and gasped. The body he saw wasn't his own; it was Tim's.
Heart pounding, Mike scrambled out of bed and rushed to the mirror. Staring back at him was Tim's reflection. He touched his face, his hands, unable to comprehend what had happened. Just then, the bedroom door opened, and in walked Tim-or rather, Mike's body with Tim's confident stride.
Tim, now in Mike's muscular form, grinned at the look of shock on Mike's face.
"Surprise," he said, his voice carrying a hint of triumph.
"What... how?" Mike stammered, struggling to find his voice.
Tim approached, his movements fluid and commanding. "I've been working on this for a while," he explained, flexing his new, powerful muscles. "I wanted to give us an experience neither of us would ever forget."
Mike's mind raced, a mix of disbelief and awe flooding his senses. "You... you swapped our bodies?"
Tim nodded, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. "And now," he said, stepping closer,
"I'm going to show you what it's like to be on the receiving end."
Before Mike could react, Tim's strong hands were on him, pushing him back onto the bed. Tim's newfound strength and size made resistance futile. He pinned Mike down, his grip firm but not painful, his eyes burning with a dominant fire.
"Relax," Tim murmured, his voice deep and reassuring. "Let me take care of you."
Despite the surreal situation, Mike felt a familiar thrill coursing through him.
He trusted Tim implicitly, and the idea of experiencing this new dynamic was intoxicating. He nodded, surrendering once more, this time to the powerful form of the man he loved.
Mike lay back on the bed, still reeling from the intensity of the shock. Tim, now in Mike's powerful body, towered over him, his expression a blend of satisfaction and authority. "Relax," Tim said softly yet commandingly as he positioned himself. The sensation of Tim's strong hands gripping his hips made Mike shiver. It was surreal to see his own muscular arms and broad shoulders moving with Tim's confident precision.
With a firm, controlled push, Tim entered Mike, the initial shock quickly giving way to waves of intense pleasure. Tim's powerful body thrust into him, each movement precise and deliberate. Mike's smaller frame felt every inch, every movement, as Tim guided him through a symphony of pleasure.
Tim's dominance was complete. He used his newly acquired strength to pin Mike down, his thrusts growing more intense. Mike moaned, surrendering completely to the overwhelming sensation, his trust in Tim absolute. The experience was electrifying, a mix of raw power and deep intimacy that left them both breathless.
Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through Mike's body, his senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of the moment. Tim's control was unyielding, his dominance absolute. He drove into Mike with a rhythm that spoke of both passion and mastery, each movement precise and powerful.
Finally, as they both neared the peak of their shared ecstasy, Tim's thrusts became more urgent, more forceful. Mike cried out, his body trembling with the force of his climax, matched by the powerful release from Tim. They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and sweat, utterly spent and deeply satisfied.
For a few moments, they lay there in silence, their breathing gradually slowing.
Mike looked up at Tim, still in awe of the experience. "That was... unbelievable," he whispered.
Tim smiled down at him, his eyes softening. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said, brushing a stray lock of hair from Mike's forehead.
As they lay there, basking in the afterglow, Tim's expression grew more serious.
"There's something you need to know," he said quietly.
Mike's heart skipped a beat. "What is it?"
Tim took a deep breath. "The body swap... it's permanent."
Mike's eyes widened in shock. "Permanent?"
Tim nodded. "I don't have any regrets, Mike. This is how it's meant to be. You need to accept it. I wanted to give us something more than just a temporary experience.
I wanted us to truly become who we are inside. You've always been the strong, dominant one in public, but in private, you love to submit. And I've always been the one in control, no matter how we appeared to others. Now, our bodies match our true selves."
Mike struggled to process the enormity of what Tim had done. He looked down at his new, leaner form, then back up at Tim's muscular body. Despite the shock, he couldn't deny the rightness of it. This body felt more like him, just as Tim's new form suited him perfectly.
Tim's smile turned mischievous. "I can't wait to live life as you in public, being the hot local rugby player. Stepping into your gear for the matches is going to be amazing." He paused, eyeing Mike's new slender frame. "And you know what? You should become a cheerleader for us. With your now skinny frame, you'll fit right in."
Mike's mind whirled at the idea, but as he lay there, cradled in his-no, Tim’s-strong arms, a sense of acceptance began to wash over him. This was their new reality, and he trusted Tim completely.
Tim looked down at him, his eyes soft but firm. "From now on, we should call each other by our new names. You are Tim, and I am Mike. This is who we are now."
Mike—no, Tim-nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. "Alright, Mike," he said, testing the name on his tongue. "I trust you."
Tim— now the real Mike—leaned down, kissing him tenderly. "I know you do, Tim.
And I'm going to take care of you, just as you deserve."
The new Mike grinned, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "I love controlling your tall, muscular body in public, and I'll love it even more in private, with you being the smaller one now. It's going to be incredible."
I am what I am because of you. For you. My only reason to be like this… is you.
My entire body is a tribute for you, Master.
My muscles are for you. Every day at the gym, every single rep I make, what is in my mind is the thought of how my body is becoming perfect for you, how much you deserve the best I can offer.
If I make my body a vision of physical perfection, it’s for you and only you. I know what you like, Master, and I like to give it to you. This body is your property and you can use it any way you want.
This body is your toy.
This body is a tribute of my obedience and submission to you, Master. Please use me. Anything you want from me, you can have it. Fuck me, suck me, make me fuck you and suck you, make me serve you… whatever you want, you can have it.
I am your slave.
I obey you, I exist for you, and I know that I am completely under your control. You are my only reason to be like this, because you deserve the best I can offer.
And the best I can offer is this: a submissive, obedient, controlled muscle slave.
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Another Cop For the Collection
Brady groaned as he saw a police cruiser flashing lights behind him. He pulled over on the side of the road and waited for the cop to come to him. Why was he stopped at all? He was barely doing 10 miles above the speed limit. Hopefully, this wouldn't be one of these officers that follow absolutely every law completely to the letter.
He opened the window next to him and immediately knew this situation would turn in his favor. The cop was absolutely jacked. Bulky, tatted arms straining his uniform, a bulging chest and clearly defined legs. This was a true specimen of American Law Enforcement LLC.
"Licence and proof of insurance" the police officer barked at Brady, who reluctantly began searching for his documents.
"Did I do anything wrong, officer?" He responded playfully.
"You were driving at 64 mph on a 50 mph road. Licence and proof of insurance. Now." Brady rolled his eyes and gave the cop what he wanted. While the other man was checking his documents he took his phone, changed a few parameters and turned on the transmitter, then put it on his lap.
"Is everything alright, officer?" Brady asked innocently.
"Your documents seem okay. I have to check them in my vehicle. Stay here." The cop was about to leave when Brady looked at him and said.
"No. You will go to your cruiser and write me a simple warning. Then you will get into my car and sit in the passenger seat" he said authoritatively. The cop furrowed his brow, but didn't say anything and after a long moment his eyes unfocused and he quietly turned around and walked up to his car.
Brady waited, anticipation building inside him. This was going to be so much fun.
The officer came back.
"I will give you a warning, sir. Be more careful next time you drive here" Brady nodded quickly and watched as the cop walked around the car and without a word opened the door on the other side of his car and got in. He looked straight ahead.
"What is your name, officer?" He asked and the other man turned his head to look at him, his face blank.
"My name is officer Matthew Riley"
"Sir" Brady grinned
"My name is officer Matthew Riley, sir" the cop quickly picked up on what Brady wanted to hear.
"Good, Riley. Now salute me, as I am your superior". The officer's hand quickly sprung up and became fixed in the salute position. Brady leaned in and touched his flexed biceps. The hard muscles he felt under his hand felt insane. He put his head closer and sniffed Riley's armpit and arm. The masculine send filled his nostrils.
"Flex both arms, officer" Brady barked and the cop immediately obliged, his arms now in a double biceps pose.
He was getting high on all this power. Brady continued exploring Officer Riley's muscular body, his uniform shirt unbuttoned, revealing a pair of meaty pecs covered by a white tank top. Brady's hand quickly found his way on top of them and began grabbing them. Feeling all that brawn completely under his control made Brady get more and more brave with the officer.
"Kiss me, officer" the cop didn't wait a moment before leaning in to execute the order. He kissed passionately and aggressively, exactly like Brady wanted. He responded eagerly while also groping Riley's arms at the same time. He then felt the other man's thick cock.
"Get hard" he whispered into Riley's ear and his cock responded quickly, a big bulge forming in his pants. Brady began stroking it through the fabric.
He was going to have so much fun.
Teen wolf-Alpha needs his pack, Pt. 3
Stiles P.O.V.
"Stiles knew that being a wolf wasn't an automatic win against other enemies. He knew from Scott what it took. But he thought that now when he had Derek's body, it would take more than 8 hours since he become Derek to get caught. Maybe he shouldn't have gone for the bait as his instinct was telling him, but there was no other clue to follow. Besides his mind was still blown from the sex he had few hours ago with Derek. In Derek's body! Yeah, it was kinda weird fucking his own body, but you know a hole is a hole? Nah his body was attractive and Stiles knew it. And he was now a dominating man, he was Derek and everybody feared him. Wait? Am I really trying to narrate my life now? My hands are tied. I'm imprissoned in Derek's body and my only thought is how to narrate my life? I might be more dominant now or just dominating Derek in my body? Man it was so funny to see him act so submisive. He even sucked his own dick!"
Someone entered the room wearing black clothes and a mask. "Thank you for following us. You have made our plans far easier than we thought you would."
Stiles:"Don't you worry. The pack is on their way"
The man:"Oh I wouldn't be so sure about that. And even if they are, well be already gone after we have collected our needed samples. And you might be already dead."
"Oh boy. I hope Scott's gonna come soon. I know he was acting weird lately, but this is about the wolf pack..."
Theo's P.O.V.
Theo:"Scott's body is so awesome. I know I was talking shit about it before, but the strength. Oh god. And I even think that the wolf pack is getting stranger too. But back to me now.
Theo:"My new arms still have to get more bigger, but I must say I am very fond of them. The power that these guns hold is incredible.
Theo:"I still have to remind myself that this is me now whenever I look in the mirror. I always expect Scott to start speaking whenever I approach the mirror. Speaking of Scott. He's still my little bitch now. He calls me 'my alpha' whenever we are not in school. But whenever I see a spark of resistance or free will I have to make sure je won't stand up to me. I hope he knows how I can destroy his life AND how powerful his body, now belonging to me, really is."
Scott came out of the hall entering his old bedroom.
Scott:"I... I have scrubbed the whole toilet and I am now ready for you message, my alpha"
Theo:"About damn time! Took you long enough!"
Theo sat down in the chair in front of the mirror and watched every step that Scott took. He was very cautious now. His master was could get angry over any minor mistake.
Scott:"Should I start with your shoulders as before, my alpha?"
Theo just raised his eyebrows which Scott appreciated. Two days ago when he asked him, Theo threw him across the room and made him lick his feet.
Theo:"Why are you wearing that flanel in my body?"
Scott:"I am so sorry, my alpha. I won't wear it again, my alpha."
Theo:"The hell you will. From now on you will not wear anything until I tell you to. And you will only wear the clothes I will approve. Since you already basjcally live here, serving me, you can get your things and leave them in the basement. You'll be living there from now on. Understood?"
Scott:"I think your family will notice."
Theo:"Did you just spoke without adressing me by my rightful title?"
Scott immediately panicked. Theo stood up and Scott could see his face transforming
Theo:"WHAT DO YOU SEE?!?"
Scott bending down on his knees looking up at his own body:"I see my alpha, my alpha. I am sorry. It will not happen again. Let me make it up to you, my alpha"
Scott started unbuckling the belt. Theo just smiled with his teeth still out. Yeah, that's the way he liked it. He pushed his semi-hard dick into Scott's mouth and thrusted. Theo now knew that he had to make his master happy. And a flacid dick was a problem. He tightened his mouth to make his master feel the pleasure more intensively. He looked up. By the way his master looked at him and the hard dick in his mouth, he could see he made his master happy. His own dick started getting hard too. Scott hated this. He never was this submissive. And now the way Theo treated him made him hard. Or was that Theo's body? He had to find a way to swap them back. He wanted to contact Stiles but couldn't. He always eyed him suspiciously in the halls. Stiles must have noticed that something changed. He needs to contact him somehow. But Theo took his phone and wallet.
Theo was beggining to scream. It was coming and Scott knew that now was the moment he had to act fast. He sped up. Theo was furious now, destroying his old body's soft palate. He came into his old mouth. Screaming and transforming in the process. That's how he liked it.
Scott felt the cum in his mouth. It tasted horribly. Theo in his body only ate meat now, no sugar. So the cum was really disgusting. He quickly swallowed and as soon as Theo took out his dick he said:"Thank you, my alpha!"
Theo just laughed and put his trousers back on. The laughter intesified as he noticed the cum stain on the kneeling Scott's trousers.
Theo:"I hope you understood your punishment for not adressing me properly. Now, take off your clothes. You won't be needing them in this house anymore. Now go and finish cleaning the car!"
Theo looked sat down on the bed looking at himself in the mirror. Man how he loved this. His phone rang. Stiles was calling.
Scott:"Fucking hell. This douchebag is harassing me at school and now he calls me in the middle of the night? What's wrong with this dude?" He picked up the phone. "Someone better be dying!"
Derek:"Hey, this is Der... Stiles. Yeah. Uh... I need your help. I saw Derek few hours ago and he said he will come back to talk to me about some issue we had. He never came back and I am 100% sure it was a wolf thing and he might be in danger. Come to my house I'll show you where he went"
Theo:"Fine... but you're not coming with us. You're not part of the pack."
Derek:"I... just come "
Theo turned off the call and screamed out:"Hey bitch. We're going for a trip. Get my clothes I wore yesterday and wear them!"
Theo parked outside of Stiles's home. Stiles walked out of the house. Theo could see that his walk was different, but he shrugged it off. Not caring anyway. Stiles got into the car to the passenger's seat. He turned around to see Theo in the backseat.
Derek:"Why are you here?"
Scott looked at the rearview mirror to catch a glimpse of approval from Theo to start speaking. Theo slightly nodded
Scott:"Well I am part of the pack and I wanted to help the alpha."
Derek looked back at Theo and wasn't really sure what was going on. "Right. Anyway, go straight and I'll tell you where to go"
Theo:"I told you on the phone you're not going with us!"
Derek:"Do you want your pack protected or not Scott? If yes, than drive! He might be dead already and if so then I am screwed. So drive now or I will get sheriff's gun from the house and go there by myself"
Theo found the answer very strange and more so did Scott who couldn't hold himself and straight away asked his friend as he normally would
Scott:"Why aren't you adressing your dad as 'dad's?"
Theo had to hide his anger and rather started the car.
Derek looked back and just answered:"Don't know, didn't give it much thought"
Scott knew there was something different. This isn't his Stiles that he knew
They arrived near the abbandoned factory.
Theo:"Ok, we'll go in check the perimeter and get him. You stay in the car, Stiles."
Derek:"Not happening I'm going too"
Theo:'"Not a chance. THEO, you will stay here and watch him. I'm gonna have a look. Have your phone ready."
Scott:"Yes, my alpha" Scott immediately realized his mistake by addressing his master in front of Stiles. He's gonna know. That actually might not be a bad thing. He wanted to talk to him in a week now and never had the chance.
Theo got angry by Scott's answer but there was no time to solve that now. He headed into the factory by the side entrance.
Derek:"Why are you so submissive to Scott suddenly? You never acted like this. You always wanted to be better and acted like you're better than all of us. What changed?"
Scott:"I know you might not believe this, but hear me out. I've been trying to tell you for a week now, but he wouldn't let me. I am Scott. Theo swapped us and now has made me his sex slave. I wanted to escape and everything, but he threatened to hurt you or destroy my life and everything. I really wanted to tell you sooner, Stiles. I really did" Scott was crying softly
Derek:"That's touching and everything, but I'm not Stiles."
Scott:"What?!"
Derek:"Yeah... your naive little friend wanted to get close to you and bought a second hand potion. Now he's acting dominant in my body and on his first hunt got himself caught immediately."
Scott:"So the person inside in danger right now is Stiles?" Scott ran out of the car into the building. Derek right after him.
Theo got to Stiles first. He was still handcuffed to the fence.
Theo:"Oh what do we have here? Aren't you suppose to be my big mentor teaching me stuff about being a wolf? Not getting caught seems like an essential skill. Now don't you think?"
Stiles:"Can you let me go? They left right after your car arrived so they still might be nearby."
Theo:"Doubt that. With three wolfs here, they won't risk that. But I can see that they set some traps on their way from here. There's a trip wire over there." Theo unhooked Derek's body. He took off his shirt and threw it at Derek. "I don't have bandages, so just take this to atleast cover the bloody spots where they took the samples
Stiles put the shirt on. Few seconds later Theo and his own body ran into the building
Derek:"Fucking me is one thing, but almost getting my body killed and mutilated is a different level. We're leaving"
Derek grabbed his body with by his arm pressing one of the sample sites causing him pain
Derek:"I hope it hurts. If they make another chimera and it's gonna be my clone, I swear I'm gonna kill you" Derek was too focused on speaking to Stiles that he didn't see the trip wire while leaving the room
Theo:"NOOOOOO!:
They expected an explosion. But instead a gas from the ceiling sprayed them.
Scott:"Posion?"
Stiles:"That smell exactly like the..."
Derek:"Like another way to make me angry"
They passed out.
They woke up almost instantly. The four of them now looking at a very different point of view than they had before
Derek:"Oh shoot me now!"
Stiles:"Did we just?"
Scott:"How is this possible?"
Theo:"No way you guys just made us all do a potion swap. And you swapped into HIM?"
Derek:"Let's get out of here before we'll be attacked or something. They wanted Scott to be out of his body before and they got that. Let's get out of here right now"
They went to Stiles's house. His dad was still on duty. There was one message left from him if everything is ok. Some of the four sent a message back to him, but besides that there was nothing to worry about. Maybe just the swap thing. And who was who now?
Scott found himself in Derek's body. Derek was now in Scott's
Theo was Stiles and vice versa.
Theo talked to Derek's body that was now occupied by Scott:"Look I'm really sorry for how I treated you earlier. I didn't really mean..." be was interrupted by a punch from Derek
Theo fell on the floor. "Ok I deserved that. But maybe think about the fact that I am a fucking nerdy human right now and I can't handle this power"
Scott:"I should kill you for how you treated me"
Stiles:"So you guys also bought a option from a sketchy lady?" Stiles said with his shirt already off examining his new chest.
Derek:"Nobody is as naive as you, Stiles. Theo set him up to be the new alpha. Which would work out perfectly if you wouldn't spoil jis plans by getting caught"
Stiles:"Again. I am sorry. They surprised me. I really wanted to prove myself to you, you know."
Derek:"You don't need to prove anything. I know you'd be capable of handling it. It was your first day as a wolf. Mistakes happen. And even we are not able to get the Dread doctors."
Scott:"Sorry to interrupt you guys, but can I talk to Stiles alone, please? Maybe you could check if Theo is still breathing? I think Stiles might want his body back"
Stiles:"Yeah... we'll see about that"
Derek:"Sure. It's not like I got something to do anyway"
Scott:"Stiles, I am so sorry that Theo acted to you the way he did. I wanted to tell you before, I promise. But he threatened me, to hurt you and everything. He even made me his sex slave and forced me to walk around naked. So I want to thank you, even if it was coincidental, that you set me free."
Stiles:"Oh... well no problem. I mean, we're best BROS right? Come on let's just hug it out, man" Theo's and Derek's body hugged. While Stiles's body controlled by Theo looked at them in disgust while spitting blood.
Stiles:"You know, let's leave Derek here with Theo for a while. I got something I want to give to you."
The two of them left to Stiles bedroom.
Stiles:"If you want to give me something for saying you, I might be able to give something to you that might help with your ptsd right now"
Scott:"And what would that be?"
Stiles smiled as he went kissed Derek's body.
Stiles:"I think it would help you to dominate Theo's body, that's now already leaking while looking at you, and I might actually enjoy this too. I really fell in love with Derek's body. Especially the thing you got in your pants.
Stiles grabbed Derek's dick and smiled at Scott with Theo's smile.
They lied down into bed. Making out. Scott was using his new massive arms to take off their clothes, throwing them on the ground. They didn't stop making out. Only when Stiles made Scott sit on top of him to kiss his chest and inhale the musk that he just possessed few hours ago.
They were now lying naked in Stiles's bed. Their hard dicks pressing against each other. Derek's hairy body scrathing the hairless body Stiles now fully enjoyed.
Stiles interrupted the making out session:"What did he make you call him?"
Scott:"My alpha"
Stikes:"Oh my alpha. I need you dick inside of my. I need to be punished for making you suck your own dick so much. It's time to punish me, my alpha"
Scott enjoyed Theo's faced being so submisive. Maybe it was also Derek's massive body that made him the dominant role Stiles was leading him into.
Scott:"Turn around, bitch"
Stiles smiled and did so. He heard as Scott spat saliva into his hand and rubbed it over his dick and then over his hole.
Stiles:"I got some lube here, you know"
Scott:"This bitch needs to get it rough!"
Stiles:"Oh yes, my alpha. Fuck me, my alpha!"
The two massive wolf bodies were practically destroying the bed. Stiles was holding on to the wood, while Scott was fucking him senslessly.
Scott:"Tell me who i am!"
Stiles:"You're my alpha!!!!"
Scott:"Fuck right I am. No matter whose body I'm in."
Stiles:"Fuck, DEREK, I think I'm cumming already!!!!"
Scott:"Did you just call me Derek?"
Stiles:"Sorry. Heat of the moment. Fuck, this body really wants to be humiliated!?"
Scott:"Yeah. Been there. Call me my alpha again!"
Stiles was circling around Derek's dick. He loved how Derek's massive cock was messaging his new prostate. Even if he came already, he had DEREK's dick inside of him!!!
Scott was increasing his speed. It took him some time, maybe cause Stiles already used Derek's body to fill his old hole. But Scott came inside. Stiles now felt the warm cum inside of him. It was so hot...
They were next to each other, smiling at one another. Hugging. Exploring their new bodies together.
Stiles:"What do we do now?"
Scott:"About the swap you mean? Not sure about that, but wanna go for round two when were both ready?"
They just smiled at themsleves again. Making out.
You guys really love Teen wolf 🤣
Another 2 stories from inbox that I combined together (Liam is coming in the next part!)
Could you do a Teen Wolf story including Scott, Theo and Stiles?
Is it possible to make a follow up of your teen wolf story where Theo transoform Scott even further into his beta bitch? like maybe forcing him to wear the clothes he chose, or no clothes at all in the house. Or even include Liam. That would be awesome, thanks :D
Part 2:
"what do you mean you think you like this new hairless look I've got going on bro?" The jock asked me gesturing to the thick expanse of hair covering his shirtless chest, like it was the most ridiculous thing he had heard today. I mean he had every right, he WAS a hairy mountain of a man but as the question left my lips I saw the forestbof hairs retreat from his chest, arms, legs, and jaw. Leaving him as smooth as the day he was born.
Chet over here had the misfortune of being rude to me at the gym, I apparently was on his favorite leg press and he'd made an ass out of himself. So I was going to use it. He sat down between his sets resting and I had decided to do the same next to him.
"I just mean it goes so well with that new hairstyle you got yesterday at the salon" dog piling on the changes, his face cocked in confusion. "Bro. I don't know you, and I don't go to no faggy salons!" He says brushing his hair back, before he rolls his eyes at you. "I get myself waxed for comps and that's it!" His voice sounding so done with me. But his brows were furrowing, things felt dizzy confusing as his posture shifted a little.
I just smirk, "ofcourse you go to faggy salons you silly airhead, they always give you those facials you love that make the skin around your gorgeous dick sucking lips, so nice and pristine!" I could see him ball his fists, my god who would dare fucking talk Chet Wilder, College Quarter back this way. I would.
I could see my choice of words already taking effect, the airhead comment was making his faces' anger soften, his lips began to plump until they were nice and supple always in a permanent pout. He couldn't stop himself from letting out a giggle. "What..what are you doing...doing to me" Chet rapidly said, he felt warm and fuzzy, all his thoughts flooding out of his brain, drifting aimlessly until I decided where to put them.
"you don't have to think about that, you never have to think about anything other than stuffing that giant bubble butt of yours with as many cocks as your slutty hole can dream of" I say, god I was really laying it onto him thick. I shifted his own thoughts and identity into mass and shifted all of that energy down his body and onto his tight muscled ass. He started to squirm in his chair, his pants already tight began to rip and tear as his new beach ball ass lifted him out of the seat. His face became what I could only describe as empty, his eyes rolling back in pleasure as he bit his lips. I was destroying a masculine man, I was remaking him into a bubble butted slut himbo who needed cock like an addict needed their fix.
I felt the raw magic settle and heard him moan, more like whine in a high pitched voice... "Fuck..fuck yes somebody fill my holes" he yelled throwing his head back biting his lips eyes closed.
