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The Great Shift - College Bully

As promised, here is the 1,500 Follower story based on the suggestion from  @musclegrowthexpert​. I might do another one of these at the next 500 followers milestone, so look out for that!

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CAIN

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No, no, no! There’s no way! This can’t be happening!

I was in a panic. I was certain Justin was going to beat me up as soon as he found me… Pretty much like he always does. God, what a dang prick, always picking on little guys like me, treating us like dirt just because we can’t get all massive like him! It’s not fair!

So for years I’d dreamed and wished I could be bigger. I was just your typical short and skinny little Asian nerd. I could run like the wind, from years of running away from bullies, but other than that, I didn’t really have anything going for me athletically. All through grade school and high school, and now even in college, I had nothing but these meathead jocks treating me and other nerds on campus like trash.

And as messed up as it sounded, I couldn’t help but go to my dorm ever night, and jerk my tool until I blew a load into some tissue just thinking about how awesome it would be to be huge like those guys, to no longer have to worry about them pushing me around anymore, and maybe even earn their respect… Or maybe even their affection?

But when I found myself in the campus gym locker room suddenly that afternoon, completely disoriented and bewildered at how I went from the chemistry lab to the locker room a half a mile away in the blink of an eye. At first, I didn’t even have a clue anything had changed, until I realized I was standing shirtless in some tight trendy underwear and apparently in the process of pulling some designer jeans up my thick muscular legs with veins clearly bulging out. That was my first clue something wasn’t right. Second clue was my different skin tone, slightly more pale, and unmistakably White. But as I ventured to look upon my chest, all massive with muscles I never dreamed I could achieve, I saw the tattoo along the right side of my torso…

“Oh man…” I said, under my breath, as I knew then that I was somehow in Justin Monroe’s body now. I knew, just knew, somehow he would blame me for this, even though I had absolutely nothing to do with this outcome. Yeah, I often jerked my rod thinking about him, wishing I had his body, thinking about his heavy stench and body odor every time he held me down to pummel me for not getting out of his way fast enough. OK, I’ll admit it, it’s pretty screwed up to have fantasies about your bully like that, but I don’t know what it was about him, it was like the more he abused me the more it turned me on… Heck, I couldn’t even shoot a load anymore without picturing him torturing me in some way. Yeah, like I said, it’s pretty messed up.

And now, here I was, in his actual body, apparently right after a workout because I could definitely smell the musk from his pits and feel the sweat drenching his body and underwear. Oh shit, I’m already getting hard just thinking about Justin again… I mean, thinking about me? Damn, this is kinda messed up. I reached into the underwear and adjusted my cock… Huh, that feels kinda fuckin nice man, and he was uncut too, that’s pretty fucking sweet, don’t hardly see uncut White dudes around here. Fuck it, what if I just jack off my huge fucking dick right here in the middle of the locker room, who’s gonna fuckin stop me?

…Wait… No, I can’t do that… Oh no, I can feel like something’s going on with me, going on with my head! I gotta fight this shit… I mean, I need to resist this stuff; I need to hold on to my intelligence and not give in. I need to keep it together so that I can stand up to Justin when he inevitably comes around to fight me.

… Nah, fuck that shit… I’m the big dog now, right? I mean, look at this bod, these fucking huge arms and tree trunk legs.

“Fuck yeah!” I growl to my reflection in the mirror as I flex for myself, my dick hard as fuck now straining against these orange CKs I got on. “I’m the mother fucking shit!” I tell myself with a sneer.

I drop my tight ass undies to get a good look at my new fuck stick, it kinda bobs there all hard and shit, sticking straight out and even leaking a little. I reach down and stroke it, right there, cuz fuck it, why the fuck not? Hell, watching a hot ass motherfucker like me jerk his huge fucking cock is a mother fucking privilege!

Fuck, and let’s be honest, I even got a bigger fuckin dick than that little boy does now. He comes round here, and I’ll fucking put him in his mother fucking place, that’s for damned sure! Actually, why the fuck was I so scared of him in the first place. I AM mother fucking Justin Monroe now, and he’s just skinny nerdy little Joey Chen – and he’s about to learn his new role around here.

Yeah, I think it’s time for some mother fucking payback, right? Maybe I’ll put this huge dick away for now, but hey, don’t worry, I plan to blow a massive load after I beat that little bitch’s ass, maybe shoot my huge fucking wad all over his dweeby ass face. Damn, I’m already getting all fucking turned on thinking about the fear in his eyes and all his pent up lust at my awesome fucking body. Yeah, I’m gonna track that punk ass bitch down and shove his head into my ripe fucking pits, and since I know he’s going to fucking love it, I’ll fucking torture his tiny little Asian ass until he splooges in his skinny jeans and ends up embarrassing the fuck out of himself.

Oh yeah, this mother fucking shit is gonna be so fucking sweet! Yeah, I fucking deserve this body after all the shit I’ve put up with all my life, and I will fucking beat that little dweeb every chance I get just to let him know who’s in charge now. And besides, he fucking loves being treated like crap – I should know…

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Cover Story/The Announcement

“Testing, testing. Can everyone hear me? This is Coach Hanson speaking. The principal’s not in… condition… to speak right now so I’ve been tasked with it instead.

Apparently a cosmic phenomenon called the ‘Great Shift’ or something has just occurred, causing our minds to have been scrambled and put inside the wrong bodies. However, as some of you have noticed, a few of you seemed to be unaffected by it. That also seems to be the case for me and Principal William.

I’m sure a lot of you are confused or panicking right now, but please remain calm and listen to me; I want everyone to go to the gym where we’ll orient ourselves and confirm each other’s identity. Please refrain from "visiting the restrooms” or hooking up before we can confirm the real cause, as we have no idea of the consequences. One might even forget who they are…

Just know that me and the principal will try our hardest to figure this all out in the meanwhile.“

…..

Coach Hanson ended the announcement reaffirmingly and made sure the microphone was turned off, before turning to watch Principal William finish tying up two unconscious boys inside the closet and locking the door to it. The two adults then walked up to each others before they both grabbed hold of the other’s face and mashed their faces together. With their tongues deep inside each other’s mouth and their scruff bristling against each other, they both began laughing and smiling victoriously through the kiss.

"Thanks Jon. Even though I might be bigger and stronger now I’m still just as afraid to speak in front of others…” Principal William pulled away from the kiss to give his own muscled and suited self a few pats.

“No worries, Ashie. You’ll learn to be more confident soon enough. Especially with that kind of body.” Coach Hanson replied, before grinning deviously and squeezing the other man’s bulge until he moaned. “Now, are we ready to go? We gotta be as far away from here as possible before your machine activates again and scrambles everyone’s minds back right?”

“Uhu. Atleast 2 kilometers. What I can’t believe is that your elaborate cover up story with the "Great Shift” is gonna work… No one will ever find out that it was us, nor question why our real bodies have memory loss…“ Principal William packed the last of his things in a suitcase, including a leather harness perfectly in his size.

"Well, I’m not a literature freak for nothing.” Coach Hanson winked, while also stuffing a pair of his dirty and musky jockstrap into a sports bag.

“And I’m a science freak.” The principal answered with a smile, as they held hands and stepped out of the office. They walked through the empty school hallways and slowly pulled out of the school parking lot, while both being incredibly excited for the fun they would have in a random motel room for the next coming hours.

Do these pants make my butt look fat?

--No, it doesn't make you look fat. Heck you're a huge muscular dude now.

You just don't get it cause you weren't a girl before the swapping happened.

--Yeah you're right.

Okay so about our talk before, guess you can take back your "let's break up cause i'm gay". With a body like this I will make everything in your search history come true. (She, well He says as he flexes a bicep in my face)

Ever since the shift, Devin here got a lot more social, expressive, and more manly. However under all that alpha-ness is still the sweet geek i fell in love with.

Evgeny Filatov, Russia

Shit! Ugh what bad luck, those two are here to gloat about how big their muscles are and how little I am compared to them.

But with how things were before, this was my karma. Before the shift I was one of the big guys in the gym and those two were shrimpy kids who were new to the gym. Instead of helping them I just had to gloat and bully them for a long time.

Then the shift happened and well you can guess what happened after. Gotta suck it up till i get some size back.

Juan Morel & Gabe Moen

When the shift happened Omar was glad that he was the rare ones who didn't change.

He was surprised when the people around him were changing.

Some grew, some shrank, some changed genders and so on. He even saw some nerds he bullied get even smaller.

After a week of getting everything settled he still didn't see his favorite punching bag, Jamie. He thought maybe he got even smaller like some others he said out loud in the court.

Then there was a loud ahem behind him. When he turned around he saw a beast of a man maybe 7ft or higher and muscles bulging everywhere, even wearing shorts you could see the outline of a huge package.

He still tried and showed dominance and asked him who he was. That was when the beast spoke in a deep gravely voice "Oh you don't remember me? I'm you're favorite punching bag"

As the beast said that Omar could only gulp as a hand was placed on his shoulder. Then Jamie spoke again "Now now, I won't get revenge for what you did to me. BUT things will be very different from now on, and I see you like how I look now" as Jamie eyed my boner.

His last words befoee going to class was "You're house after school" as he grabbed his crotch.

The Great Shift - Am I Still a Lesbian?

“Whoa… Oh my God! I’m a man?!” Rhonda whispered to herself as she looked at her new form in the gym mirror, sweat coating her massive and hairy arms and the unavoidable stench of pure masculine testosterone wafting up from her now very hairy male pits. As she felt over her new physique and glanced downward, she began to feel an unfamiliar stirring in the red shorts she now had on.

Feeling no shame now, and more importantly, seeing no one else around the gym this time of day, she unabashedly slid her larger calloused hands into those shorts and wrapped her thicker manly fingers around her very new and very well endowed manhood. She looked at her new reflection in the mirror and smirked to herself once more before remarking, “And what a man I have become!”

Clearly, something very strange has happened to her. She was just settling in from a long shift at the hospital where she’d worked as an ER nurse for the last decade, hardly having much time for dating let along much of anything else. Though, her dating prospects weren’t all that great lately anyway – there were quite a few people lately posing as lesbians because it was the “in” thing to do, but they were all talk and no action. She’d chat them up for a little while only to have them back out at the last minute with cold feet, or they might even meet and make out, but rarely going further than that. She got tired of being everyone’s curiosity so she gave up on dating all together a few years back, focusing instead on her career and trying to make the best of being alone.

She still found women attractive, of course, and found herself checking women out occasionally when she was running errands or on some new TV show, wondering what it would be like to make out with, or even make love to, those beautiful women. Men never had much appeal to her, and besides, with how she normally dressed, cut her hair, and carried herself; men usually weren’t attracted to her type anyway, which was fine with her, she never wanted to be a lipstick lesbian type.

But now… Well, she still wasn’t attracted to the man whose body she suddenly found herself in moments after she had sat down on her favorite chair with a glass of red wine. But he was, well, powerful is probably the only way to describe him… And with another smirk, she realized women were often attracted to power. Even if she wasn’t particularly tall in her new body (though taller than her old female body), this powerful form just oozed dominance, and glancing down on the ring on her finger now, she realized this man must be married too.

She began to daydream, wondering what her new wife looks like. With a guy like this, she pictured your typical big breasted bimbo… And for some reason, that got her new cock all that much harder. She reached down once more to rub her new manhood through her sweaty shorts; it was thick and long, and honestly quite scary if it wasn’t attached to her own body now. But with yet another smirk, and a burning desire to put her new toy and body to use, she wrapped up at the gym and decided to head to her new home, and give her new wife a nice early morning fucking as a surprise!

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Cover Story/The Announcement

“Testing, testing. Can everyone hear me? This is Coach Hanson speaking. The principal’s not in… condition… to speak right now so I’ve been tasked with it instead.

Apparently a cosmic phenomenon called the ‘Great Shift’ or something has just occurred, causing our minds to have been scrambled and put inside the wrong bodies. However, as some of you have noticed, a few of you seemed to be unaffected by it. That also seems to be the case for me and Principal William.

I’m sure a lot of you are confused or panicking right now, but please remain calm and listen to me; I want everyone to go to the gym where we’ll orient ourselves and confirm each other’s identity. Please refrain from "visiting the restrooms” or hooking up before we can confirm the real cause, as we have no idea of the consequences. One might even forget who they are…

Just know that me and the principal will try our hardest to figure this all out in the meanwhile.“

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Coach Hanson ended the announcement reaffirmingly and made sure the microphone was turned off, before turning to watch Principal William finish tying up two unconscious boys inside the closet and locking the door to it. The two adults then walked up to each others before they both grabbed hold of the other’s face and mashed their faces together. With their tongues deep inside each other’s mouth and their scruff bristling against each other, they both began laughing and smiling victoriously through the kiss.

"Thanks Jon. Even though I might be bigger and stronger now I’m still just as afraid to speak in front of others…” Principal William pulled away from the kiss to give his own muscled and suited self a few pats.

“No worries, Ashie. You’ll learn to be more confident soon enough. Especially with that kind of body.” Coach Hanson replied, before grinning deviously and squeezing the other man’s bulge until he moaned. “Now, are we ready to go? We gotta be as far away from here as possible before your machine activates again and scrambles everyone’s minds back right?”

“Uhu. Atleast 2 kilometers. What I can’t believe is that your elaborate cover up story with the "Great Shift” is gonna work… No one will ever find out that it was us, nor question why our real bodies have memory loss…“ Principal William packed the last of his things in a suitcase, including a leather harness perfectly in his size.

"Well, I’m not a literature freak for nothing.” Coach Hanson winked, while also stuffing a pair of his dirty and musky jockstrap into a sports bag.

“And I’m a science freak.” The principal answered with a smile, as they held hands and stepped out of the office. They walked through the empty school hallways and slowly pulled out of the school parking lot, while both being incredibly excited for the fun they would have in a random motel room for the next coming hours.

Omg I hate this when the shift happened I got swapped into this brute, but I don’t wanna be this big I’m already plenty and bumped and broke a lot of things going to this bathroom. I love my twink self never wanted anything else especially when my boyfriend always made me feel protected. Oh no my boyfriend where or who is he now! Quickly I log in into my facebook and messaged him, my heart was racing not wanting the changes that may happen,  Minutes later he got a message his boyfriend was only a town away and was told to stay where he was and he’ll come to him. Eagerly waiting and preparing himself mentally just incase the worst could happen there was a knock on the door. With deep breaths he opened the door and was faced with something massive. He could only see the upper body that was filled with mass which was all muscle through the shirt you could see every bulge of muscle. The giant then ducked down and hugged him, he cried with relief and both were relieved their dynamic was the same him smaller than his boyfriend. Although their stamina did go through the roof with their new bodies.

Andrew Chinedu

The Great Shift: Journals

Day 2

Ok. According to the map. Just a few more miles of forest till the town. You can do this Jace.

Oh wait… I don’t think this is how diaries or journals work… Let’s… start simpler… context.

A few years ago, Jace would’ve never believed he’d be hiking through entire forests just to get to one small town. A year ago, Jace never expected to find a boyfriend. A few months ago, no one would’ve ever predicted the Great Shift! The wave of mysterious energy that put 90% of the world’s population in random bodies! Some of these shifts were more localized. Two individuals in a local area swapping between one another.  Then there were the chaotic shifts. One individual finding themselves in an entirely new continent, while their original body was someone entirely unrelated to their current form. I was somewhere in the middle. I went from the west coast of the United States to the East! But I had to meet someone in the middle.

My name is Jace. I’m 21 years old and a few months ago I was just finishing up college, studying geology and biology. Didn’t know what to do with all that info, but that was gonna be a next year problem. Had a pretty nuclear family, with my mom, dad, and sister back home, but the real wild part of my life was that I was dating a guy 8 years older than me. Anthony was this big shot businessman, though he was real humble about it. We hit it off immediately and despite the age difference, still managed to make things work! There wasn’t a night we didn’t talk to one another about movies we liked, philosophy we believed, universal truths, and favorite foods!

Well… until the night of the shift. That’s when one moment I was studying in my warm bedroom, and the next in a thick jacket huddled around a campfire and tent, in the middle of a strange wilderness! For the longest time I thought I was in a dream. Here I was, thinking it impossible for me to be transported elsewhere. If it wasn’t for the old school radio, in my new tent I would’ve never known that the shift happened to other people too.

But that’s where this new body came in. You see. I was certainly more of the shorter bookish type. Glasses, nerdy interests, and not an athletic bone in my body. I was a boy scout growing up, but while I internalized the lessons, I was much more concerned learning about nature rather than living in it.  So imagine 5’1 100lb me, suddenly stumbling around in the forests as a 6’4 burly woodsman.

I couldn’t find any ID on this guy. Or any form of identifier, just some basic survival gear. With not a lot to go on, but a certain desire to figure out what’s happening to my friends and family, I set off through the woods to get some answers.

The first couple minutes were jarring enough. Getting used to being over a foot taller and stacked with muscles were one thing, but I kept tripping everywhere because my feet were pretty big. I wasn’t too proud of my size 8s, but these babies were at least size 16s. Hopefully I could find some better shoes after I got out of here.

Day 3

Took me about a day and a half to get to the first city. Camping and other stuff just came easy with all the right supplies! However, once I got close to civilization I just heard the sound of car crashes and screaming. Turns out an entire metropolitan area didn’t fair too well. Too many people in too many different places, turned society upside down. Lots of looting, running, and panicking. Lots of people in displaced bodies didn’t know what to do and were just wandering. Some even went up to me thinking I was some hero emerging from the woods. I hated to tell them I was just as lost as they were.

I managed to find a working internet café to contact my family and confirmed everyone was alright. My parents apparently became a cute gay college couple at a coffee shop nearby, both are enjoying their new youth and still being together Even my mom has come around to becoming a very feminine man. My little sister became a big burly construction worker, but at least she’s home safe! Honestly all those martial arts classes are paying off in helping protect the family with her on the front lines.

I said, I’d make my way to them in the center of the U.S (where our house was) as fast as I could, but that it’ll take some time as most major roads and cities are dangerous right now. That’s when I contacted Anthony. He wasn’t in the best of places either. A farmland from the sounds of it, but I told him he wasn’t too far from where my family was. That got him excited. He didn’t know too much about outdoor survival, so he wasn’t sure he could make it very far on his own. While I was an indoor kid, I at least knew the basics of taking care of myself out in the natural world. He didn’t have that same luxury. He did have powerful contacts at his work that he’s been in communications with at least.

So that’s what my new mission became. Find my family, find Anthony, and make sure everyone’s ok. I’m writing this all down in the hopes things get better… and just to give myself some sanity that it’s actually happening. 

Luckily this town has a lot of left behind foods. My new body is constantly craving food despite how lean and muscled I am. I’ll be sure to pack more before I head to the next area.

Day 9

Finally. Phones are working again. They were out for over a week. I haven’t had much time to journal, but at least the warmer weather let me travel most days and part of the night. I’ve made good progress, but keep getting delayed when I run into bigger cities. At least the latest one let me get a working phone and solar charger. It’s not a fast charge, so I have to be be sparing with it.

Now at least I can check in with people to see how they’re doing. My college friends are in similar situations trying to find their way back to school or home. Some got really old, while others became one another! I’ll admit I got lucky getting such a huge powerful body. My family is doing the best. My parents are offering our home to people passing by who need shelter, and my sister is keeping any would be trespassers at bay. I think me and her are gonna have to start working out together after this. We never had too much in common, but we both agree our huge bodies are fun to use.

Then there’s Anthony. He’s been stuck on the country side for a bitt, but he’s finally making his way forward. Apparently he’s too embarrassed to send a picture of himself, but he assures me he’s alright and the he loves me. The things he’s been preoccupied with are re-establishing  connections with his company… never really understood what they did, but he thinks they could help somehow. Said something about helping to stabilize certain areas first. I don’t really have the energy to argue with him, but I trust he’ll meet me in the middle when the time is right.

Till then I’ll enjoy the new shoes and shorts I got from a nearby store. I’m so glad they had shoes in my size. Turns out I’m a size 17. And I’ll even go shirtless for a bit while the weather stays warm. Hopefully Anthony likes my new body. 

Day 21

So I finally made it home. My parents were so happy to see me. I’m taller than both of them now and likely older too if my permanently growing facial hair is any indicator. I swear I shave It off everyday and got a near beard by nighftall.  Though I’m not one to brag there. My sister has a huge beard and even bigger muscles than me. Told her she may want to lay off the sweets with her big belly too and I was nearly thrown out the window! Luckily things are returning to a sense of normalcy. Major disasters are nearly unheard of these days and society is slowly rebuilding. I even got to wear a full set of clothes for the first time in weeks!

As for Anthony, I was surprsed when one day there was a knock on our family’s door and look out to see… my new boyfriend.

He was still wearing the farming overalls he originally shifted into, and stood there blushing for a long time before either of us said anything. He’d gone fro tall imposing business man to young blond farmer with a killer set of abs. Apparently he was embarrassed about how youthful he’d become. It was silly and he knew that, but he wanted to make sure he could protect me at his new 5’7 height. He was still very physically fit, just more compact and toned. And even though he’s 22 now, he still appears quite young.

I just hugged him real tight and lifted him against my bare muscled chest for a few seconds when he came in. I reassured him that now that things are getting back to normal, I think those days of worrying about protection are over. He smiled with a little certainty in his eyes. It wasn’t till a few days later that he confided in me that he believed his company may have caused the Great Shift.

Honestly. Not sure what to make of all of this. I’m glad I’m home. I’m glad we’re safe. I’m glad my boyfriend can still keep me safe with his knowledge about the shift. I’m glad I know I can keep myself and others safe in the wilderness. Most of all I’m glad after so long apart, we’re back together…

I’m also a bit glad that I’ve got this big manly body that Anthony is going crazy for. There hasn’t been a night we’ve spent together that we haven’t shared a bed. He still insists on being the big spoon, but he also admits he likes being submissive with me these days. Maybe our first time together is gonna be even more special in these new bodies. Guess time will tell. Till then, I’ll put the journal down for now. See you next time journal!

The Great Shift:Modern Family - Part 1

Hey all! This idea came about from a chat I had with @thegreatstoryteller, so I hope you enjoy it! Yes this is part 1, so there will be more of it before long.

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The Great Shift was a disastrous event for many people. Suddenly thrust into another random body at the whims of the universe in some freak cosmic accident, many lives were irreparably changed as the world adjusted to the new status quo. People were still trying to work out the cause of the strange phenomenon, but until they did, many people were stuck in the new lives they had woken up in, forced to get used to their new reality. Among them were the Haversford family, and this is their story...

Nathan - Son

Nathan had woken up like it was any other day when the shift had happened. Something felt wrong as he rolled over and reached towards the nightstand on the left side of the bed, only to be met with a solid wall. Frowning, he opened his eyes and was indeed met with a solid wall where one side of his double bed should be. Not only that, but the hand against the wall looked wrong. His still tired brain couldn’t quite process what he was seeing; he could’ve sworn his hand looked larger and darker than it should have, but that wasn’t possible. 

The strangeness only continued when he went to roll out of the other side of the bed and stand up. His whole body felt heavier as he swung his legs off the edge of the bed and looked around the room. This room definitely wasn’t his. Everything from the sports posters on the walls to the tank tops and jock straps covering the floor was wrong, and that was if he ignored that the size and layout of the room was also wrong. He hadn’t been drinking last night; it had just been the usual Haversford family game night; tacos and an intense game of Monopoly that’d he ended up losing to his mother wouldn’t lead to whatever was happening now.

He stood, swaying slightly at the unfamiliar weight he was somehow carrying as he made his way over to the large mirror that covered what must be the wardrobe. What he saw there was not what he had expected. Instead of the usual average white guy, Nathan was met with bulging muscle and dark skin.

It wasn’t until he checked the phone he found by the bed an hour later that he found out what was actually going on. Thankfully, it had unlocked with his fingerprint, but he had to wrestle with it for several minutes to switch the language over to English from whatever it had been before. The local news websites, which to his relief his phone could translate, were all talking about an event being called ‘The Great Shift’. Apparently, it was some cosmic phenomenon that scientists had been warning about, one that randomly swapped people into different bodies. That would certainly go a long way to explaining things for Nathan; he was in someone else’s body in a totally different part of the world. And to make it worse, he was stuck not knowing the language. This wasn’t going to be easy. 

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Nathan had been right that very first day. It hadn’t been easy for him, or anyone else caught up in The Great Shift. With all the chaos, many people were simply stranded in their new lives with no way back to who they used to be. 

For Nathan, that had meant he spent a lot of time at the gym working out his new body. He wasn’t sure about it at first, but he felt bad not looking after the stranger's body when he didn’t know how long he’d be in it. So he stumbled his way through the gym five days a week. Thankfully, his body seemed to remember the routine well enough, because despite the feeling of dread when he walked in that first time, he found it went a lot better than he expected it to. 

He grew to like the gym a lot over the weeks. Not only did the burn as he lifted and pushed his new body to its limits feel good, but he didn’t have to worry about talking to anyone. The language barrier was still very much a thing for Nathan, one he’d basically given up on getting over. He had quite the surprise when he found out his new body was some type of model, but once he realised all he had to do was stand around and look hot, he’d breathed a sigh of relief. Between that and working out, he didn’t need to worry about communicating all that much, so beyond the basics he was glad to not have to worry about learning a whole new language. 

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It had been around three weeks for Nathan when he found himself working out in the gym one afternoon when someone caught his attention. Usually, he didn’t pay too much attention to the others when he was working out, but this guy was clearly struggling. He had an impressive body, there was no doubt about that, but quite obviously didn’t know how to use it. Someone else caught up in the shift?

He wasn’t going to do anything, but he couldn’t help but feel bad for the guy. Nathan sighed as he set his own weights down and hurried over to the guy whose ass he couldn’t help but stare at. When he got there, he wordlessly started correcting the man’s form with the bar he was using to do squats; he wasn’t bothered to try and talk to him, especially if he was correct about this being another shift victim. 

There was an understanding and gratefulness in the hunk’s eyes when Nathan gave him a nod to continue, slight corrections made to his posture and grip on the bar as the guy went through his next set.

He was far better this time than the set Nathan had watched from afar, so much so that by the time he set the bar back down on the rack Nathan gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder and a thumbs up. The stranger returned the friendly gesture with a wide grin and said what Nathan understood meant ‘thank you’ in whatever country he had ended up in. Perhaps this was the beginning of a new friendship for him?

Kelly - Mother

To say Kelly wasn’t a morning person was an understatement. She had trouble sleeping on a normal day, so when she woke up feeling slightly odd that morning, she just chalked it up to a bad night as always. Between the lack of sleep and no coffee, it was hardly a surprise that she hadn’t noticed the major difference in her body, even as she stumbled through the unfamiliar room towards the bathroom. It was roughly similar in layout to the one she was used to, so her tired brain still navigated towards where she needed to go to start off her usual morning routine of showering whilst her husband made coffee. 

Something about the bathroom felt off as Kelly walked in, but not enough for her to notice anything majorly wrong yet. It wasn’t until the water was running and she stepped inside that she noticed what was wrong. Her body felt wrong as strangely large hands roamed over it, bigger and thicker than she remembered. It was nothing like it should be. She looked down and had to throw a hand over her mouth to stifle the scream that she almost let out at the sight of what was hanging between her legs.

She had a cock, and not just any cock either. Long and thick and dark, with hairy balls that hung behind it to match. A quick exploration of the rest of her body confirmed what she had seen; her breasts were gone, replaced by hard bulging pecs that matched the rest of her now massive frame. And she was darker all over too, a rich tone that wasn’t even close to the tan she had been working on. 

Shower forgotten, she climbed out and picked up the nearest towel. She had instinctively gone to wrap it around her chest, but soon realised that would be a lot harder now, so opted for her waist instead, like her husband usually did. 

There was no denying it. By some strange twist of reality, there was a man looking back at her from out of the mirror. And now she was getting hard at the sight of him- “Oh shit.” She said in her new deeper voice when she realised she was getting turned on; the towel wouldn’t cover her up much longer at this rate. The sound of her own voice did nothing to help the growing hardness that was threatening to break free of the hastily tied towel, the unmistakably male voice shot right through her, not that her body fit that pronoun right now. 

~~~

Initially, Kelly refused to leave the house, too worried about being seen. But after several days of her self-imposed isolation, she hadn’t been able to avoid the news of what had happened. Some Great Shift that did the same to many other people as it had done to her. There was a comfort in the knowledge that she wasn’t the only one that had woken up in a different country in a new body, a body she still refused to acknowledge to touch if she didn’t have to. She worried for her family though, deeply. She didn’t have the first idea of how to contact them. After all, even if she called the house, there was no way of knowing whether they’d been switched too, and if they had, then she’d never be able to find them. 

It took the pre-prepared food in the fridge running out for her to venture outside for the first time. Clearly whoever’s body this was took good care of himself. Meal prepping several days in advance had given Kelly an excuse to not need to leave. It had been a surprise just how much this body could eat, almost double what she was used to. She counted herself lucky that she was a good cook and had a decent memory. She had no idea how much someone like this guy needed to eat, so relying on what she remembered from the past few days, meals would have to suffice. 

There were still a few things, however, that she still couldn’t bring herself to do. No matter how many mornings she woke up with her cock rock hard between her legs, she couldn’t give her body the sexual relief it needed. It felt like a line she couldn’t cross, not without admitting to herself that she really was a man now. Then there was working out. This body needed it, but every time she’d got his gym stuff together and ready to go she chickened out, too worried about making a fool of herself before she even attempted to set foot inside. 

~~~

Two weeks passed with the same routine of feeding her body and avoiding anything else. She tried her hardest to keep her identity separate from the man she saw in the mirror. The mental separation between body and mind was the only thing keeping her from relenting. It was always there in the back of her mind, that need to give in, jerk off and just accept the new masculinity for what it was. 

It took another week before she caved. 

There was no particular reason for it, but one morning she woke up, hard as always, and just went for it without thinking. Large hand wrapped around her length, hard fast strokes as orgasm built rapidly. It took seconds. Seconds before balls pulled tight and cum flooded out of her cock in blissful waves. HIS cock. She couldn’t keep up the idea that she was a woman now when she’d just done that. Maybe it was the weeks of feeling it there that had led to the unprompted jerk off session, but there was no going back now. At least for now, Kelly was a man. 

The long, prolonged trip to the gym came later that day. If Kelly was going to do this, she, he, was going to do it right. And that included taking care of this body properly. The only issue was, despite this body knowing what it was doing, Kelly didn’t. The exercises came easily enough, but they were harder than he knew this body should find them. 

He was halfway through his second set of squats when Kelly felt a set of hands against his hips. With the weight he was holding, he didn’t have time to look to see who it was, but he could feel the guy adjusting his form with every rep. He was grateful for the help, and he tried to show as much at the end of the set with a friendly smile and an awkward ‘thank you’. He’d been so focused on denying the reality of being a man for the time being he hadn't even thought about learning whatever the local language was, besides the odd phrase like ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ that had come up often enough on his few trips outside for him to recognise. 

Whoever this guy was, he had been nice enough to lend a hand and was gorgeous too. Kelly felt bad for being attracted to someone that wasn’t his husband, but who knows how long this would go on for? And this body clearly liked the guy too; he still wasn’t used to having his arousal so clearly on display now he had a cock.

3 months later…

Nathan and Kelly had hit it off better than either had expected. Communication was still difficult for the pair; both assumed the other didn’t speak English, and that barrier had kept them from finding out each other’s former identities. It hadn’t been all bad, though. As they’d become more immersed, they had both picked up enough of the language to hold basic conversations. Nathan had understood enough to know Kelly hadn’t been a man before this, and he was all too happy to show the new man all the ways around a male body when the pair had inevitably given in to their attraction to each other. They had only grown closer as the weeks passed, their romantic attraction unknowingly built on top of the bond that neither knew already existed. They worked out together almost every day, hung out together; Kelly even helped Nathan with his meal prep to keep their borrowed bodies in peak physical condition. 

A news broadcast one morning ‌shattered the almost blissful few months they had spent together, as blissful as they could be given the circumstances. It was an update on The Great Shift, the now infamous event that had thrown the world into chaos. 

“Fuck!” Kelly shouted as it finally became clear what the presenter had been trying to communicate. There was no going back, no way of reversing the shift and returning to who they used to be. “My only chance of seeing them again…” He muttered as he turned away from the TV.

Nathan frowned. That had been English, right? He wasn’t hearing things? “Wait, did you just speak English?” He asked, unable to hide the hopeful edge to his voice. 

Kelly whirled around, eyes wide as he nodded furiously. “Yeah, it was! Did we really never think of trying that?” He chuckled. 

Nathan moved closer, arms rested over the other man’s shoulders. “We’re idiots, total idiots.” He grinned. Only moments later, that grin softened when he remembered what Kelly had said to cause the revelation. “What did you mean your last chance? Family?”

Kelly nodded solemnly. “Husband, son and daughter. I know we’ve got to make the best of it, and it’s been fun, but I can’t help but miss them, you know?” Kelly sighed, but there was a wistful smile on his face. “Derek and I had been together since he spilled half a bottle of wine over me at a dinner party, trying to show off and open it with some fancy sword, only to shatter it completely.” 

Alarm raced through Nathan. He knew that story. He’d heard it thousands of times. Nathan leapt away from Kelly as if he’d been burnt; that was the story of how his parents met after all. “Wait, mom??” 

Kelly frowned. “Nathan? Nathan Haversford?” He questioned, voice hesitant as he let his eyes roam over his supposed son’s body. 

Nathan could barely bring himself to nod in response, too stunned to do anything else. 

Kelly couldn’t figure out how to react. On the one hand, he was overjoyed to see his son again, but embarrassed as hell at everything that had happened between them in the last three months. They had grown close and had a lot of hot sex, and Nathan had been so good at helping Kelly adjust to the new male body. Kelly had even become used to it, the cock between his legs left like it belonged there now. 

“This is all too weird.” Kelly said after a couple of moments of tense silence passed between them.

Nathan scoffed. “You can say that again. All this time I’ve been helping my mother adjust to being a muscled, gym obsessed dude. Fuck.”

“You did a pretty good job of it.” Kelly said with a shrug. “I’ve, umm, kind of enjoyed this time as a man. Didn’t think I would but…” He trailed off, unwilling to finish what he was saying.

Nathan hadn’t been able to stop staring. All this time, all the gym sessions and the long nights fucking, that had all been with his mother. But was the man in front of him and the woman who raised him really the same person? There were obviously similarities sure, but Kelly had grown so much in the last few months. He carried himself with more confidence than he’d previously had, embraced being called a man even. And now they were stuck this way, maybe it was time to move on from who they’d been before.

He took a step forward, then another. He knew what he was doing was a bad idea, but as he reached out and rested his arms over Kelly’s shoulders, he thought maybe this was a bad idea they would both actually enjoy. “Well if you’re enjoying it, maybe we should continue?”

“We can’t really do this, can we?” Kelly said, nervous but aroused as their lips drifted closer together. 

“I mean, you heard them on the news, we’re never going back to who we used to be. I’m not Nathan, and you’re definitely not Kelly. We’re not related anymore, not Haversford’s. Now we’re just two hot black studs and have been for months now.” With that said, Nathan closed the distance; their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss. 

Kelly was hesitant at first, he let his son kiss him without returning it. But as the seconds passed, he thought about how enjoyable the last few months had actually been, and how good the lips against his own felt. “Fuck it. Goodbye Kelly.” He whispered against the other man’s lips before he slid his arms down to wrap around his new lover’s waist. Was this a mistake? Probably. But it’s not like either of them could do anything about the situation now. 

To be continued…

The Great Shift:Modern Family - Part 2

The long awaited part 2 for my Great Shift story inspired by a chat with @thegreatstoryteller! Took longer than I wanted because of work and 400 other ideas, but it's done now so enjoy!

Part 1

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The Great Shift was a disastrous event for many people. Suddenly thrust into another random body at the whims of the universe in some freak cosmic accident, many lives were irreparably changed as the world adjusted to the new status quo. People were still trying to work out the cause of the strange phenomenon, but until they did, many people were stuck in the new lives they had woken up in, forced to get used to their new reality. Among them were the Haversford family, and this is their story...

Lindsey - Daughter

“I can’t believe we did that…” Linsey muttered as she paced back and forth. She couldn’t really blame either of them for what had happened that morning, not if she was being honest with herself. She’d woken up in a strange body with a guy’s ass pressed against her, and almost on autopilot they had gone at it. It had just been her body’s instincts; that had to be it! It’s not like it was every day you woke up in a body so wildly different from your usual one with some hot little twink grinding his perky little bubble butt against your-

Earlier that morning…

Lindsey and Derek had woken up under the assumption it was any other day, but it was far from it. The first thing either noticed was the other person in bed with them. Derek had gone to sleep with his wife in bed next to him, but that was clearly not the case now. He could feel a pair of muscular arms wrapped around his body and a hard, thick cock nestled between ass cheeks. There were so many things wrong with the situation he didn’t know where to start, but the slow roll of the guy's hips served as a great place. 

It was deliciously slow, almost as if he didn’t quite realise he was doing it. If Derek thought about it at all he’d be alarmed at how nice it felt, but right now he couldn’t focus on anything else. The cock slotted between his cheeks perfectly as the pair ground together, in perfect sync even though on some level Derek knew this wasn’t his body. It just felt too good. 

Lindsey was much the same as Derek was. She had gone to sleep alone, but when she woke up feeling large with her muscular arms wrapped around a small, tight body there was this need to claim him. The powerful masculine body she now inhabited had this need to fuck the smaller man curled against her, and who was going to say no to a tight hole? That same mix of unfamiliarity and sleepiness that Derek was experiencing let her new bodies instincts take over; and right now those instincts wanted to fuck.

From there sex was inevitable. Derek didn’t do anything to stop it, in fact he was the one that had reached for the lube in the nightstand whilst Lindsey pulled down the tight little shorts Derek’s new body had on. Within moments Lindsey’s new cock was lubed up and sliding into Derek’s perfectly formed ass. It was both of their first times having gay sex, but it certainly didn’t feel like it from how easy and in sync they felt together. 

It was blissful, the perfect way to wake up. Until reality came crashing down around them…

~~~

It was only once they’d finished fucking that either truly realised what was wrong with their bodies. The lust-filled haze that had overtaken their tired brains had faded away, only the cold hard truth that they weren’t in their own bodies remained. 

She pulled herself out of bed and frowned as she looked around the room, eyes eventually settled on a mirror on a nearby wall. The change was obvious even in how this body walked as she strode over to it, needing to confirm if what she felt was actually true. 

She would have liked to think she wasn’t going to be surprised at her new reflection after having used the body for sex just now, but that wasn’t the case. The sight of such an attractive and distinctly male body looking back at her from the mirror wasn’t something she really knew what to do with. The guy was sexy, really sexy. But it wasn’t her; it was about as far away as she could’ve imagined being from her original self. Rough, hairy skin and thick muscle had replaced the soft femininity she was so used to, and all that bulk was championed by the meaty cock that now swung between her legs. 

The very one she’d just used to fuck whoever the twink still in bed was. 

Why not enjoy the body a little whilst she has it though? Looking at herself in the mirror and being able to watch this body bounce its pecs was amazing. She’d never really appreciated muscle on a guy before, but now she had it she could understand the appeal. She bounced her new pecs once, twice, three times before giving in and giving them a squeeze, feeling the muscle go from soft to hard underneath her hands as she flexed and relaxed. Even the new hair felt right on pecs like these, it didn’t feel as wrong as she was expecting it to as she touched her stolen body.

The sound of footsteps snapped her out of the strange self-worship session she had begun without realising. The guy he’d just topped was awake, and seemed to be just as curious about his body as she was. 

All Lindsey could do was watch as the twink came to stand next to him by the large mirror. The size difference between the two was far more obvious now than it had been when they’d been fucking, her new body was far larger than he had first realised now there was another person to compare the size against.

“I’m guessing you’re not in your right body either…” Lindsey said as the twink approached. Even the voice sounded wrong, all deep and masculine as she asked the question; here’s hoping this wouldn’t last long.

The twink smiled as he twisted around, apparently in an attempt to get a good look at every angle of his new body. “No, no, not in the slightest. I was far older than this. Bigger too.” The way the smaller man spoke was far different from what he expected of a young twink, all but confirming the assumption before the twink could finish speaking. 

At least she wasn’t alone in this. It would’ve been far worse if whatever had happened to her was only done to her, so it was unfortunately comforting to know there was at least one other. 

“So you don’t mind being in a different body? I was a girl last I knew.” 

The twink looked up, slightly surprised. “You were? Well I’ll be darned, I would never have guessed that based on how you were this morning.”

Lindsey scratched the back of her neck, wincing a little in embarrassment. “Yeah, I was just as surprised as you were. I could show you what I looked like if you want.” She gestured at the phone sitting on the side of the bed she’d woken up on. “That must be mine, or this body’s. Let’s hope it has face ID or something…”

Lindsey walked over and picked up the sleek black device from where it lay beside the bed. She was relieved when it unlocked when she held it up to her masculine face. It only took a few moments as she walked back over to navigate to one of her social media accounts where she could show the twink how she used to look; a stark contrast to how she looked now. 

“Here.” She said, holding out the phone for the smaller man to take. “This was me.”

The twink took the phone and frowned as he tapped on it a couple of times to bring up one of the pictures in more detail. It took a couple of seconds, but a strange look of realisation seemed to dawn on the twink’s face.

He turned the phone around and pointed to one of the faces in the photo he’d been looking at, her father, Derek’s face. “Lindsey? It-It’s me, Dad.” 

Derek - father

Derek’s ass was still throbbing from the sex that morning whilst he watched the man that was apparently his daughter pace back and forth. Considering the body he found himself in, he didn’t have much choice but to accept the claim. 

“Look,” Derek sighed, “it’s not like we knew any better, just following whatever instincts these bodies seem to have…” It was the best theory he could come up with, especially now he had a chance to look around the room they were in a little more. 

It was a well-designed room, deep purple walls and hardwood floors added to the overall ‘modern’ look the leather bed frame and mirrored wall gave the place. On closer inspection the mirror had actually been a very large wardrobe built into the wall, and was the one the pair had been admiring themselves in minutes ago. It had the pictures of both of their new bodies together framed around the room that had been the biggest give away. Whoever’s bodies they now occupied were clearly in some type of long-term romantic relationship based on the nature of the photos; there were ones of them smiling together and kissing at various famous locations around the world. From the Eiffel Tower in France to the Taj Mahal in India, they’d done it all. 

“Some strong instincts though…” Lindsey said. She had finally stopped pacing around and taken a seat beside the twink her father now was on the bed. “I can still feel it now, even though we just…”

“Had sex?” Derek finished.

“Yeah. That.”

Derek had been trying to reconcile the woman he knew his daughter was and the man in front of him ever since they’d accidentally made the discovery not long ago. His ass almost screaming to get fucked again didn’t help one bit. It was like some fire within him had been relit; a need for sex he hadn’t felt in decades thrummed through this body in waves and made Derek want to jump into his daughter’s lap and ride that same cock again. 

“We’ve just got to, fuck I don’t know…” Derek said after a few minutes of tense silence. He was meant to be the responsible adult here, but all this damn body could think about was cock. Just how horny could one guy be?

~~~

And nothing helped the horniness. 

Distance from the huge man that was his daughter helped a little, but the need to get fucked only grew as the days past. It was all he could think about eventually. He couldn’t go out because he was worried about doing something stupid like walking into traffic because he was trying not to replay their first morning together over and over in his head.

That’s what led him to walking in on Lindsey working out on the balcony of their place after getting back from a walk, deep grunts and groans of exertion coming from the muscular man Lindsey now was. 

And Derek was harder than he’d ever been as he watched. Lindsey had seemed to become a lot more comfortable with her body over the first week they’d spent in their new bodies, and this was the culmination of all this build up. 

“Lindsey, what’re you doing?” Derek asked as he stood by the door, eyes transfixed as the now older man continued his makeshift workout. 

Lindsey sighed and paused the set she was in the middle of, slightly annoyed her flow had been interrupted. “I know this all sucks Dad, but what can we do? There’s no sign of changing back and it’s been a week, I can’t put off looking after this body and what it needs any longer, it’s not healthy.” 

She jumped down and took a step closer to Derek, then another; eventually close enough to rest a large hand on his slim shoulder. The smaller man gulped as the huge sweaty form he’d been trying all week not to think about. “If I’m stuck in this body I’m doing it right; not like I can resist these fucking masculine instincts anyway. Though I’m sure you can relate to that can’t you?”

Derek was right on the edge. He’d been so good all week, tried so hard to not think about the powerful man this body craved, but now here he was, directly confronted by that very man in a space he couldn’t easily escape. He felt himself nodding before he realised he was doing it, the floodgates of his resistance finally worn down enough to collapse completely. 

This horny little body just needed the big strong man in front of him too much. 

“Please…” It came out as barely a whisper, but Derek knew by the smirk that his plea had been heard loud and clear. 

“Please what?”

Derek knew the answer, they both did. Neither knew how, but the next words out of Derek’s mouth weren’t a surprise to either of them.

“Please Daddy…”

3 months later…

Leon and Derek were out to dinner one evening three months later to celebrate. It had been a bumpy road to where they were now, but they got there. The news had come out a month or two in that there was likely no going back to who they used to be, but by the time that happened it was welcome news to both men. Lindsey had started going by Leon instead after a few weeks had passed, the name feeling far more fitting with each load the new man shot inside his boy’s ass. He’d lost quite a few years whilst Derek had gained a fair few, but Leon found himself enjoying everything about their new life as the weeks went by.

He was powerful and strong, had the respect of everyone around him that he could never quite garner as a young woman in the current world, and Leon had some ideas he was going to use this body to put in motion. He hadn’t told Derek yet, but he’d been working on getting their family back together in whatever state they were now in. Just because he was nearly 20 years older and gay now, didn’t mean he’d totally forgotten about Lindsey and her family. 

“Daddy, what’re you thinking about?” A soft voice said from across the table. 

That was the other thing. Derek had taken to his new submissive role like a duck to water once he’d let himself give in to what his body wanted. Being called Daddy all the time came as a surprise at first, but it felt oddly right after he’d given it a chance; the fact that Derek couldn’t stop himself despite how hard he tried helped force him to get used to it too. 

Derek blushed and glanced away, but loved the casual affection nevertheless. “Thanks Daddy… I love you too.” 

The pair had evolved past who they used to be after weeks of fucking and cuddling with the new instincts and desires that plagued the new bodies, but had grown comfortable and phappy together as a Daddy and his boy. 

To be continued…?

The Great Shift: Thirst Trapped

After setting up my phone, I take a quick inhale of air before pressing the record button. “Hey there everybody, uh, it’s Ken Clarke here,” I say, trying my best to seem as natural as possible. However, given the situation, it’s understandable why I’m not a total pro at recording videos yet and seem quite uncomfortable based on what I see reflected back at me.

Hearing myself say my name, I can’t help but take a momentary pause as I try to let the realization sink in once again. “Well..” I start to say, letting a slight chuckle escape from my lips as I immediately begin to scrap my original script and just speak off the cuff. I knew there was no point trying to hide the obvious, so I just began to speak and open up about my life. “As you probably already know, I’m not the real Ken Clarke. Clearly, given what happened to all of us last week, we’ve all found ourselves in different bodies across the entire world. Given all of the confusion about what has happened though, I felt like it would be best to try and remove some mystery by revealing myself and trying to explain who’s now in control of your favorite Instagram hunk. So let me go back to the beginning and explain who I used to be…”

* * * * *

Before I suddenly became a hunky fitness influencer, I used to be an absolute nerd. At 23 years old, my life was quite pitiful to say the least. Although I had a rather healthy relationship under my belt for the past 3 years, there wasn’t too much else to write home about in terms of my life. My indecisiveness had led me to become an awkward and antisocial older student returning to undergrad. While I certainly wasn’t some 30+ year old guy having an early mid-life crisis, the situation was still quite embarrassing (and infuriating) to deal with all of these pretentious yet determined teens that somehow had their lives figured out already. Given all of the mental strife I was undergoing, I could only pray that getting this third degree would finally help me figure out what I want to do with my life and just jump into an actual career.

With most of my time being eaten up by an intense course schedule and a part-time job at a shitty retail store, there really weren't many opportunities to be sociable (even if I wanted to)! So, to try and at least form some sort of friendship, my attention soon became directed towards facilitating friendships with like-minded people who enjoyed the same video games, movies, or stories that I do. For the most part, these friendships were essentially my only savior to help push me through any rough period I had mentally. In fact, one of these friends had even helped convince me to start focusing more on my writing abilities to help build them to be the best they could be.

Besides the general discussion about my writing interests and various music or movie news, my friends and I also had a huge interest in sharing our favorite hunks on the internet. Staring at rippled abdominals, bulging biceps, angular jawlines, and hefty pecs day-in and day-out was a double-edged sword in the most extreme of ways. Although it certainly was fun to embrace my thirst for these men with my friends, it didn’t help my unhappiness towards my own chubby body. I of course tried my hand at testing out the gym, but the concept of being laughed at or getting long stares from across a hectic gym quickly overrode these attempts, inducing panic attacks that left me fleeing towards my car in extreme haste and never returning.

But with nothing to do on a boring Sunday afternoon, I absentmindedly scrolled through my Instagram feed and felt my dick harden as I stared at the never-ending content displaying the buffest and hunkiest men I could dream of. Given that I was home alone and mind-numbingly bored with a slight migraine, I pulled down my underwear as I began to focus specifically on the account of one Ken Clarke.

While it was only natural to desire the bigoted straight man in hopes that you could “fix him” with your affection, I resonated with Ken mainly because he didn’t fit into that same group. Although he was certainly a hunk with impressive muscles that could easily be cocky and a complete straight alpha, Ken was as gay as a Pride parade and happily married to a man named Mark. I found it quite wholesome to see such a bonafide hunk find companionship in someone that could easily be described as a 6/10 in terms of attractiveness. 

Regardless of my own personal opinion, Ken’s identity as a gay man that looked to inspire people to build muscle and be the best possible versions of themselves was incredibly appealing to me. So, as I leaned back into bed and continued to try and get myself off, I couldn’t help imagine how incredible it would be to have his life. With a husband already locked down that was clearly devoted to him and a promising career as a fitness influence AND OnlyFans content creator, it was absolutely the life that I could only dream of having!

So, as I scrolled through his stories from earlier today, my thirst only grew stronger as I watched the hunky man detailing one of his tropical vacations. The sight of his hairy chest and prominent facial structure left me weak in my knees and quickly slingshotting me towards a quick yet massive ejaculation. I closed my eyes as he turned the camera to show off his husband and few friends that tagged along, I moaned and gasped as I shot my load and quickly came onto my chest.

But as I finished making my mess, I soon found myself disrupted by the feeling of hot air blowing against my shirtless body and a loud rumbling noise echoing in the distance. While it certainly didn’t make any sense, I couldn’t help but assume that I had mistakenly left a window open and allowed my neighbors to hear my passionate moans as I got myself off. Filled with shame and eager to close the window, I opened my eyes but soon found a different sight than my normal bedroom staring back at me.

Instead of the scenic views of horror movie and concert posters against a plain white wall, my eyes were met with the wild sight of sandy beaches and a crystal clear ocean. Understandably, I darted my head around in confusion as I couldn’t understand where I was and how I got there. But as my eyes looked around and took in all of the views while realizing that I was sitting in a beach chair, I soon took in the different view of my own body. Instead of modest chest hair and a slight gut, my chest was bulging and covered in a pelt of black hair while my stomach was now adorned with impressive abdominals. The biggest giveaway about who I was now came though as I turned my gaze towards my torso and stared at the large tattoo running down my right side. I was somehow in the body of Ken Clarke!

With such shock riddling my body, I couldn’t help but exclaim “Oh fuck!” while quickly jumping onto my feet. But just as I tried to approach a random woman standing a few feet in front of me, the once-calming shore erupted into screams of terror and confusion as everyone seemingly experienced the same thing that I did. Understandably, I heard several men and women screaming out to inquire about where they are and most importantly WHO they are. Darting my head around while trying to figure out where to go, I soon caught sight of Ken’s husband and friends sobbing in shock and aimlessly running around the sandy beachfront. Not wanting to leave them to their own devices and do something crazy, I wasted no time jumping into action, approaching them and telling them that I could help them figure out what was going on if they just followed me.

Fumbling through the swim shorts that Ken was wearing, I quickly led the group of men towards the resort I had seen in his Instagram stories before finally pulling out Ken’s ID and room key. Just as we entered the resort, I began to hear the sound of violent crashing and yells ringing through the broad beach. Not wanting to be involved in some riot and risk injury or even death, I angrily demanded the 3 men to follow me into the elevator as I took them to the room on the key card and brought them into Ken’s room.

Although the quiet was quite a relief to help calm me down, it seemed to have an adverse effect for the other men in the room. Looking down at themselves, the three men were understandably shocked and desperate to run into the bathrooms and stare at their various reflections. As I watched each of the men look at their shirtless bodies and take a quick peek at what was concealed by their shorts, I curiously noted the varied expressions between them all. The person who was in Ken’s husband Mark’s body clearly wasn’t too upset, letting out a slight smile as he latched onto his manhood and gave it a tight squeeze through the shorts. But for the other two men, their faces and expressions were of abject terror as they felt their new appendages and let out girlish shrieks in response. While it seemed fairly clear that these women were undergoing a gender swap, I was still desperate for answers.

Pulling them away from the mirror and leading them to a couch in a rather large living room, I quickly ushered them to sit as I began to explain who each of them were. To put it plainly, the two women-turned-men were quite shocked by their new identities while my apparent new husband took the news rather well. After finishing their explanations, I began to describe the facts behind the man I was now in the body of. With that quickly handled, I then took the lead in terms of introducing our true identities. “Well uh, I’m Nate, I’m 23 years old and I’m from the United States…” I said, motioning towards the body of Mark to continue the chain of introducing themselves.

To my surprise, Mark was revealed to be controlled by a man named Luis, who was actually the bartender here at the resort the group of men were staying at. My thoughts were then confirmed as each remaining introduced themselves and revealed that they were really women from across the globe. The burlier of the two men was revealed to be Sadako, a Japanese woman who had been married for over 30 years, while the smaller framed man revealed himself to really be named Carly, a blonde woman from Quebec who was a college cheerleader. 

After getting the two gender-swapped women to calm down, I quickly ushered them towards their shared room before returning to my own room. By the time I had returned though, the stranger that was now “my” husband was already fast asleep due to the shock of what occurred to them. While that was understandable, I lacked any desire to sleep and would rather explore my new situation. So, with my phone now in hand, I headed into the bathroom before shutting and locking the door behind me. 

As I flicked on the light switch and stared at my reflection, I was in utter disbelief to really see Ken’s reflection staring back at me. The intense stubble with that prominent mustache worked perfectly on his face, which caused me to chuckle as I felt the thick coarse hair rubbing against my upper lip (an area that I hadn’t had much ability to grow facial hair). While I was now in the body of a man that I had literally just jerked off to, I found it rather strange to see that I wasn’t turned on by my own reflection. Instead of intense lust and desire towards my reflection, I felt a weird sense of… pride.

With a body now decked out in incredible muscle and an attractive face, I finally began to realize that I finally had the self-confidence and body positivity that I had so desperately longed for myself. So, eager to see more, I quickly pulled off my shirt and watched as my new physique was revealed to me in all of its glory. Letting an audible gasp escape from my lips, my hands wasted no time moving on their own accord to explore my new physique. Cupping my pecs and squeezing, I smirked as I felt the new sensation of firmness that had usually been soft and pillowy in my old body. 

Throwing my bicep up into a flex, that smirk turned into a rather cocky grin as I pulled out my phone and began to take videos and photos of my brand new body. After setting my phone down and squeezing the thick ball of muscle that had more sheer power in one arm than I had ever had in my previous life, I began to grow curious about what was possible with intense muscles like this. Clearly, I would be the object of everyone’s lustful stares at the resort whenever I walked around shirtless, but what could I actually physically do with this body? Knowing there was a resort gym, I began to grow eager to see what this body could truly do. So after throwing on a tank top from Ken’s suitcase, I quietly exited the room to try out these muscles and test out what its limits were...

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Understandably, the next few days of the resort were rather hectic. Out of nowhere, the resort would be overrun in confusion and pandemonium over some random individual throwing a fit and trying to ignite some sort of riot. While it could have been fairly easy for a normal resort staff to dampen such hysteria, the fact that the resort staff had also been swapped provided some issues. These poor individuals were still trying to adapt to their new roles for the most part, sans the occasional staff member who would state that they were once wealthy and rich and refused to service others. 

But as each night passed and people began to slowly adapt to their new lives, both the staff and resort guests began to embrace their roles. While most people were certainly shocked by their acceptance of the situation, I wasn’t entirely too shocked. This whole resort was created for the purpose of helping people calm down via the salty sea breeze and crystal clear ocean lapping against the shore. So to me, it seemed fairly obvious about the positive impact it could have to help everyone remain calm and relaxed. Hell, even Carly and Sadako were even beginning to embrace their new manly forms whenever we went down to walk along the shore or go swimming.

In terms of what we did, it seemed to be a simple routine that emerged by the second day post-swap. Every morning, the group of us would get up to shower and get dressed before going out on a walk throughout the town. After exploring the sights, we’d make our way back to the resort to sit down at the bar and restaurant along the shore to have brunch and watch the various global news channels interrupting the syndicated telenovelas to provide updates on the scenario. With each passing meal, it seemed as though there were less and less answers being provided by global leaders. On the first day, the United States instantly spoke out about the swap and discussed how it had affected every individual in the world (which was already clear based on my interactions with Sadako and Carly). But after vowing to find the “source” of the transformation, the country went radio silent as they clearly couldn’t find any answers.

Although the majority of individuals believed the swap to be some scientific bioweapon, I could only view the phenomenon as some kind of divine intervention. But instead of being affected by some kind of religious or godly figure, I couldn’t help but assume that this was solely an intervention on behalf of fate and karma. While most people refused to remove any sort of rose-colored glasses, it was abundantly clear to me through my upbringing that there were plenty of problems plaguing the world. Watching throughout my life as wars emerged for no reason, the difference in wealth inequality grew exponentially larger by the year, and society was clearly deeply corrupted in the form of racial injustice and political agendas, I felt somewhat relieved that this was happening. In a way, I viewed these swaps as a way to help facilitate peace and intense realizations about the dysfunctional world we live in. Shifting perspectives could be just the thing we needed for humanity to get its shit together and begin to work together rather than being so divided. 

Although I certainly loved the concept of what people were deeming as “The Great Shift”, I couldn’t deny how upsetting it must have been to find yourself in not only a new country but also an entirely new society and country for those individuals who had to endure global swaps. While it was nice to see my two new friends quickly adapt to their new sex, I found intense relief in the fact that I had known Ken’s body and life. Even though The Great Shift had given me a new body, I kept the same facets of my personality such as my anxiety and movie buff intelligence. With that anxiety still buzzing around for me even as I try my best to enjoy being Ken, I couldn’t imagine how debilitated I would be to end up in the body of someone completely random.

Speaking of those individuals who ended up in the bodies of someone completely random, my attempts to contact my boyfriend had showcased that he was suffering from that same fate. Upon finally getting the new inhabitant of his body to answer his phone, I wasted no time introducing myself and inquiring about who was in control of my boyfriend’s body. To my absolute shock and disbelief, my boyfriend’s voice quickly revealed that it was now being controlled by a former 32-year-old father of 3 from Australia. 

While I clearly wanted to learn more about this random man, there was a clear annoyance in his tone that indicated to me that the man had no indication of wanting to talk more about his old life with me. On top of that, the man wasted no time shaming me for my homosexual urges while boldly stating that he’s a straight man with no intention of ever being intimate with a man. Clearly, I didn’t care about what that guy did with my boyfriend’s body while I’m an entire country away, but when he boldly rejected my attempts to get his old phone number so I could talk to my boyfriend and see how he was doing, I was obviously quite pissed off by the situation. No matter how hard I begged and pleaded for the man to share that pertinent information, he held strong and boldly told me to fuck off before hanging up on me. With no other avenues to pursue in terms of finding out how to reach him or even just learn his new name, I was left to abandon my idea of regaining contact with my former partner. Although I was upset for such a loss, I couldn’t help but smile at the prospect of his new life. Even though I wasn’t a big fan of kids, he had always desired them one day, so it was good to know that even though he lost a good 10 years of age, he finally got what he had always dreamt of having…

Back to the stunning locale of Puerto Vallarta, the group of us continued with our daily rituals upon having a gourmet meal prepared for us. After waiting a good 30 minutes for our stomachs to settle and our sunscreen to be fully effective, the group of us then moved towards the beach as we spent a good chunk of the day sunbathing or wading throughout the gorgeous light blue ocean water.

Throughout the entire vacation, I began to notice each member of the group (including myself) give more and more stares of longing and attraction towards each other as we waded through the water and noticed our physiques, which ranged from bulky and flabby to completely buff. Despite the varying physical forms we all had, the attraction remained equal between all of us as we began to further embrace our new identities. For Sadako, she was quite relieved to have been able to lean into her sexual desires given her older age and lack of intimacy with her long-time husband. Carly was quite relieved to experience life here as well due to the fact that she had actually been able to escape a fairly abusive relationship with some bulky hockey player. Although it was strange to view themselves as gay now, the two former ladies still retained their attraction towards men and thus soon embraced the new community they found themselves apart of.

With such overwhelming lust and desire between all of us, I can’t deny that we got more intimate upon returning to our room. While my room only had one bedroom due to Ken and Mark’s status as a married couple, the large size was able to allow all four of us to writhe around in a passionate orgy of desire. For hours, each of us took turns leading the orgy while getting the other 3 men to admire every inch of our new bodies. It was quite a hot experience to endure honestly, especially whenever Sadako or Carly (now only going by their new identities as Riley and Kyle) got quite dominant and commanded me and the new Mark to either suck their dick or fuck their asses with a dick I had seen multiple times prior on Ken’s OnlyFans…

Speaking of Mark, each additional day in our new bodies had caused us to learn more about each other’s old life and their interests. To my surprise, we had formed a connection rather fast to the point where there was a very clear attraction on my part forming towards Mark. It was amusing for me to realize, especially given my previous thoughts about his appearance, but Luis’ personality was able to truly help elevate him into a true 10/10. After the orgy as he prepared to sleep on the pull-out bed in the couch, I quickly stopped him and invited him to sleep in bed with me. Like a child, his face turned into a wide grin as he quickly bounced towards the bed and jumped into bed with me. As soon as he was under the covers, the two of us wasted no time feeling each other’s physique and giving a level of intimacy that made it seem as though we really were a married couple. While we were clearly too tired for another sexual experience, we still had a great time making out with each other and cuddling until we both passed out in each other’s arms.

The next morning as we woke up and prepared for our early morning walk, the two of us chose to get together and have some more fun as I topped my new husband against the cold tile of the bathroom shower. Without even thinking about it, we both pulled on the wedding rings that we had hidden away immediately after the shift occurred and gave each other a wide smile. Extending his hand out, I quickly grasped onto it as we exited the room to meet our friends for our brunch routine.

As we sat around at the restaurant waiting for our food, I realized that it was finally time to stop delaying the inevitable and reach out to the new Nate / the real Ken. With trepidation and shaky hands, I quickly dialed my phone number and attempted to FaceTime my old body.

Given how the Australian dad in my now ex-boyfriend’s body refused to answer my call after several attempts, I had assumed that Ken wouldn’t answer my phone calls as well. But to my surprise, I was proven wrong as the call was answered by the second ring and I soon saw my old face in front of me.

“Uh hey there Ken, I just wanted to call and say hi…” I said, trying my best to remain calm and not as awkward as I felt. I expected the man to explode into a thunderous rage given the body and life that was forcibly taken from him, but to my surprise, his face broke into a slight smile as he exchanged similar pleasantries. 

For the next twenty minutes or so, we each took turns informing the other about the events that we’ve endured over the past few days. While my recount of the events post-shift were fairly redundant given the schedule the group of us had created, Ken had a boatload of stories to tell me about his new life. Apparently, the Australian man hadn’t taken kindly to Ken in my body, as he quickly threw him out and left him scrambling to find somewhere new to live. Luckily for the little bit of savings that I had accumulated, Ken put a security deposit down for a studio apartment in town to at least give him a place to stay until the whole phenomenon is figured out and fixed. 

Upon asking him about how everyone is reacting in America, Ken wasted no time telling me the brutal honest truth about the country: it was a fucking shitshow. According to him, there were riots nearly every day being shown on the news as hardcore Republicans attributed the swap to the “liberal queer agenda” and vowed to seek revenge for how they had been slighted until they were back in their rightful bodies. Of course, we both knew this was false and had a good chuckle about it while he recounted the story, but it was still alarming to see how poorly it was going there back at home. In fact, I was kind of dreading taking the flight back home, especially since the tickets in the hotel room had the group of us returning home in two more days.

But after he finished recounting those tales, Ken wasted no time asking me about what was going on with his husband and if I knew who was in his body. “Uh yeah, well, your husband’s body is right here..” I say, turning the camera to the side to show Mark’s body sitting right next to me with my arm around his shoulder. It was strange to see my own face being displayed back at me, but I couldn’t deny that it was sweet to see the relief on my old face due to Ken knowing that the impression of his marriage would remain intact (even if different people were inside of those bodies). 

“And actually, your husband is over there,” I continue, turning the camera towards the bar to show the bartender currently on duty. In awe, Ken wasted no time asking me if that was truly his husband. “Yeah, that’s your husband,” I awkwardly say with a slight grin, moving my hand up to my face as I try my best to remain calm in the situation. 

Not one to conceal any information, I begin to discuss more about the new resident in Mark’s body and how his real husband is adapting to the changes. When me and Luis first talked on the second night after the swap, we headed down to the bar to drink our worries away about the situation. To Luis’ surprise, he found his old body bartending and approaching us to ask for our orders. In the shock of it all, I wasted no time informing him of who we were and asking how he was doing. I was sure that it would be quite the shock to go from being the husband of a famous fitness influencer to a lowly Latino bartender, so I just had to ask to give him an opportunity to rant.

But to my shock, the man was rather apathetic towards the situation, stating that he didn’t really care anymore and he just wanted to do his job to keep his mind off of The Great Shift until a solution is discovered. I knew that this was understandable, but I was rather alarmed and shocked to see him just be so laissez-faire about his downgrade in life. Maybe he wasn’t as happy as I assumed, I thought to myself as I looked towards Luis and gave my drink order.

For the next hour or so, the three of us made small talk in between drinks while trying to approach the situation as normal as possible. The new Luis had no real desire to talk to his old body, opting to mainly talk with me before asking the occasional broad question to keep the other man involved. As the bar finally shut down and the new Mark made his way up to our hotel room, I stayed back to say good night to the real Mark as he finished washing the dishes and setting up the bar for the next morning. To my surprise, the man wasted no time telling me that while he was happy to have this moment with me and his old body, he wanted no further contact with us due to his annoyance towards the situation. If he was going to be stuck in that body forever, he didn’t want to be constantly reminded of what he lost by having to interact with both his former body AND husband. I nodded my head in agreement and quickly made my way back to the hotel room to immediately fall into a deep slumber.

After relaying the highlights of that interaction with the real Ken, the man was bummed due to his desire to talk with his former husband but understood where he was coming from. Just as I began to ask Ken more questions about his new life, our food quickly arrived at the table and I was forced to end the call to eat my food while it was hot. Thanking me for calling him, Ken smiled and said he looked forward to talking to me again soon before hanging up to let me enjoy my meal.

With that obstacle out of the way, I went back to enjoying the last few remaining days of my vacation with my husband and friends. As both me and Mark embraced our new identities and relationship, we started to fully go out with showcasing our affection towards each other in the gay-friendly destination. We wasted no time getting a private cabana and being served by on-site staff that treated us as if we were a newlywed couple (which in a way we were). After we had our fill of that though, we quickly headed off towards the nude beach to have some fun and enjoy the sight of each other’s fully nude bodies. If the beach was fairly dead, I couldn’t deny thinking about some more intimate fun the two of us could have. While I had never done it before, the concept of sex on a beach was too good to pass up with my lovely husband!

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“So yeah, that’s everything you need to know about who I used to be. Clearly, due to the shock of it all and my awkwardness, I think you could at least understand why this account had been so lacking in terms of content for the past week…” I said, looking into the camera as I began to loosen up more and more and have fun with the situation. 

While I was sure that I could never fully replicate the same energy and persona of Ken, I was beginning to feel more and more confident in terms of my abilities to at least give it my best shot.

“Regardless,” I continued, “I just wanted to reach out to all of Ken.. well, my followers, and make a statement now that we’re back from the resort. I know it’s going to take some time before I can fully get into the life of Ken Clarke, but I just wanted to let you know that I’m no longer going to fight this new life that I’ve been given. This is an absolute gift and I’m not willing to waste any more moments of not knowing what to do with my life. I now have a lovely husband and a career already figured out, which is everything I had ever wanted. I don’t know if this is permanent or temporary, but while I’m Ken, just know that I’m going to do my best to provide the same type of entertaining and uplifting content that you usually saw on this profile pre-shift.”

“In the meantime though, you’ll have to excuse me!” I say, smiling into the camera as I watch Mark pass in the background while carrying some bags back towards our bedroom. “I need to finish unpacking my bags and check in on the real Ken to see how he’s doing. But before that, I need to spend some quality time with my new husband. Until then, I’ll see you guys soon…” I proudly say as I end the video and let out a deep exhale while reflecting on everything that has occurred. Even though only a week has passed since The Great Shift occurred, I can’t help but feel as if my old life was from a lifetime ago. Before I could dwell on the facts of my situation, a whistling from the other room caused me to jump onto my feet. With haste, I bound towards the bedroom to join my husband in our bed to commemorate our new lives together...

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Lachlan had been eager all night to see if the Great Shift would affect him. It had been happening all day. Reports of mass body swaps around the globe. It seemed to happen to people randomly, some wanting it and some dreading it. Lachlan loved his body, but the idea of becoming someone else, even just for a bit, sounded so amazing.

Well Lachlan was in for the surprise of his life when he began to feel a little lightheaded after dinner. His mother and father had been swapped with two horny teenagers and his younger brother claimed to be a famous porn star which creeped Lachlan out. He hoped that the Great Shift would treat him to a much better body. “Please be a guy, please be a guy…” He said aloud as he started to black out. It was happening!

Lachlan regained consciousness and the Great Shift did turn out to be a success to him after all. He was standing in the middle of the gym and he felt significantly taller and bulkier. Lachlan nearly tumbled over, coming to his new senses. “Oh my god! It did work! Look at me!” Lachlan said excitedly which looked strange on this older guy’s more mature face. “I’m… I’m like a daddy now!” Lachlan flexed his new muscles and admired the awesome tattoo on his right arm. He traced his abs and got ahold of his meaty, hairy pecs. “I’m also… American now? This is so awesome!” Lachlan snapped a few selfies in the mirror and enjoyed his new sexy appearance. He had a boner in his shorts that felt so great for this guy.

Some of the fellow gym-goers looked strangely at Lachlan in his new hunky dad bod, but considering this wasn’t the first Great Shift episode today, they had a pretty good idea what happened to him. “Hey, uh Greg, is that you?” One of the fellow gym trainers said to Lachlan, approaching him cautiously. “Oh, um. Well. I’m not Greg… It’s not my fault I swear!” Lachlan said, guilty that someone instantly recognized he was stealing this guy’s body. Lachlan ran off into the locker room to get dressed and leave the gym ASAP. If he had this glorious body to himself, he was gonna use it in a place where no one would recognize him - the gay club!

Special thanks to @lachlancarter and @jakecharlez for the photo submissions. I love using pics from fans!