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Case Study: The Asian Flu

Subjects: Ethan (27, white, dark brown hair) and Liam (28, white, blonde hair), both wealthy twinks.

Exposure: Contracted the Asian Flu while vacationing together at an exclusive resort with a communal pool.

Incubation Period: Approximately 1 day.

Pre-Transformation Appearance:

Symptoms & Progression:

Hour 0-6:

Ethan complained of mild fatigue. Liam felt slightly flushed.

Both developed a light sheen of sweat, more than usual in the warm weather.

Hour 12:

Ethan and Liam started feeling rejuvenated but with increased body heat.

They decided to hit the resort's gym before dinner, an unusual choice for them.

Hour 18:

In the locker room, Ethan noticed his muscles starting to swell. Liam's skin tone began to subtly change.

Both men experienced a sudden surge in confidence and outgoingness, striking up conversations with other male guests.

In mere minutes, Ethan and Liam transformed into brawny, hung Asian gym rats before the wide-eyed stares of onlookers. Their personality shifts were even more striking: outgoing, cocky, and utterly shameless in their flirtations. The 2 newly minted bros took this as a green light to fondle and tease every man in sight, driven by an insatiable urge to spread their "blessings".

Post-Transformation Appearance:

New Behaviour & Effects:

Ethan and Liam started flirting aggressively with other men, their newfound charisma making them magnets for attention.

They flexed and showed off their bodies at every opportunity, seemingly compelled to spread the virus through close contact.

Both men exhibited heightened sexual arousal and a strong, musky scent wafting from their sweat, a likely carrier of the Asian Flu.

The Asian Flu's random and varied effects on victims continue to baffle scientists, as seen in this case study. The high transmissibility rate among males in close proximity suggests social gatherings may inadvertently act as breeding grounds for the virus. Efforts to understand and treat it are ongoing.

Virus Spread:

Ethan and Liam's outgoing behavior led them to "accidentally" brush up against numerous male guests throughout the evening.

By the next morning, several other men at the resort had begun showing early symptoms of the Asian Flu. Ethan and Liam remained oblivious to their role in its spread.

Despite frantic efforts to quarantine and study affected individuals, the Asian Flu's unpredictable incubation period thwarts containment attempts. Some victims transform instantaneously while others take days.

As authorities scramble for a cure, one thing is clear: the world will never be the same now that an army of insatiable, muscle-bound Asian hotties roams free, intent on spreading their "love" far and wide. Stay safe out there - and maybe invest in some quality earplugs, those locker room grunts won't muffle themselves!

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"Then what? You might look like me, but clearly you cannot behave like me,"

"U....uhhh.....yeah.....but maybe I can try? You might look like me, but clearly you cannot behave like me, how's that?" said Nicholas confidently with a smirk, copying his bully to the smallest detail

John's face turned a little bit fearful but he acted calm

"And you don't know my story or my life. You don't have the memories I have because you're fake!"

"Let's see, asking Joey Culver to suck your dick in the school's bathroom, you obsessed with those Instagram fitness personality back in the day until the point of erection but you were in denial, your dog Boon's favorite food, bother to test?"

John's mouth gaped. How on Earth this happened?

"You must be wondering how, right? Well, for now you don't need to know. But....."

Nicholas (the fake John) put his middle finger in John's head and then a glowing aura radiates from that touch. John's stylish blond turned into an unkempt and oily black hair and starting from his head, John's feature "melt" and replaced with how the old Nicholas looked like. The process takes quite some times so even before finish, Nicholas left the room to attend the party as John while the real John still dazed and frozen as the changes progressed.

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Jacob stumbled into the Target store, the fluorescent lights buzzing softly above. He had only meant to pick up a few essentials — snacks, some toiletries — but as he turned a corner near the seasonal decor aisle, something felt off. The aisles stretched longer than they should have, their shelves stocked endlessly with items that seemed to shift the moment he looked away. He tried retracing his steps to the entrance, but every turn brought him deeper into the labyrinth.

“Hello?” he called, but his voice echoed back at him eerily, as though swallowed by the store itself. He checked his phone: no signal.

Jacob gritted his teeth and pressed on, refusing to panic. Yet, as he walked, an unsettling sensation began creeping over him. His skin prickled, his chest felt heavy, and his surroundings seemed to blur at the edges. A red shopping cart suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn’t remember grabbing it, but his hands rested naturally on the handle now, as though it had always been there. He gripped it tightly, his knuckles turning white.

He passed a reflective surface near the kitchenware aisle and froze. His reflection stared back, but something was wrong. His jawline looked...different. Squarer. Broader. His face seemed older, the youthful sharpness fading into a more mature, weathered look. He ran a hand along his face, expecting to feel the stubble he hadn’t bothered shaving that morning, but instead, his skin was smooth. Clean-shaven.

“What the hell?” he muttered, his voice deeper than he remembered.

He felt a strange pressure in his chest. His arms tingled, the skin tightening as his biceps swelled beneath his shirt sleeves. His once-slender forearms thickened, veins bulging just under the surface. His hands, gripping the cart, grew larger and rougher, with faint freckles dotting the backs. His shoulders broadened, pushing against the seams of his gray t-shirt. The fabric stretched taut over his chest, which had thickened with muscle and a soft layer of fat. He felt the hem of the shirt pull upward slightly, exposing a hint of a rounding belly.

His jeans began to change next. The denim softened, the cuffs shifting upward until they morphed into a pair of tan khaki shorts. The snug fit around his thighs emphasized their new bulk, the lean muscle giving way to a sturdier, stockier build. His sneakers warped as well, the material shifting into sturdy, well-worn loafers with a comfortable grip. The transformation sent a strange jolt through his feet, which felt heavier, the arch of his step naturally adjusting to the sensible shoes.

“This isn’t happening,” Jacob whispered, his voice trembling. But the cart pulled him forward, as though guiding him deeper into the store.

The changes didn’t stop. His chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as his stomach pushed outward further, softening into a slight paunch that peeked over his belt. His posture shifted, his shoulders rolling back into a confident, casual stance he’d never carried before. His arms, now thick and powerful, moved the cart with ease, the weight of its growing contents barely registering.

“No, no,” he muttered, but his voice sounded more resigned now, slower and deeper, with an easy warmth. The hair on his head tingled as it began to recede, his once-thick locks thinning rapidly. He reached up in panic, his fingers brushing the smooth, bald dome now gleaming under the fluorescent lights. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as if to block out the changes. When he opened them again, his reflection had shifted further. His face was undeniably older, with faint lines creasing his forehead and crow’s feet framing his eyes.

A glint of gold caught his eye. He looked down at his left hand to find a wedding band forming, the metal cool and unfamiliar against his skin. He tried to tug it off, but it wouldn’t budge. His hands—no, these weren’t his hands anymore. They belonged to someone older, someone who had mowed lawns and fixed leaky faucets, someone who wore this ring every day without a second thought.

Images flooded his mind: a woman’s laughter, her warm smile as she teased him about his bald head. Children’s voices calling out, “Dad!” A backyard filled with the smell of a grill. The memories felt vivid and overwhelming, like they had always been there. He tried to fight them, clutching desperately to the fading remnants of his true self. “I’m Jacob,” he whispered, but the name felt foreign now, slipping through his fingers like sand.

The cart grew heavier as more items appeared inside: family-sized cereal boxes, juice cartons, packs of socks, and even a new frying pan. Jacob—no, John—barely noticed. His hands moved automatically, adjusting items and ensuring everything fit neatly. His body moved with practiced efficiency, like he’d done this a hundred times before.

The transformation completed as his gray t-shirt morphed into a neat polo shirt, the fabric soft and comfortable. His shoulders filled it out perfectly, the collar sitting crisply against his neck. A belt wrapped snugly around his khaki shorts, its polished buckle gleaming under the store lights. He glanced down at himself and felt a strange, comforting sense of pride. This was who he was supposed to be.

By the time he reached the checkout lanes, he had forgotten why he had been panicking earlier. This was just another Saturday afternoon errand. He hummed to himself as he placed items on the conveyor belt, adjusting the cart with his strong, calloused hands. The cashier smiled warmly. “Big shopping trip today?” she asked.

“Oh, you know how it is,” John chuckled, his voice now a rich, confident baritone. “Gotta keep the fridge stocked for the kids. They eat like there’s no tomorrow.”

The cashier laughed politely, ringing up his items. John paid with a credit card he didn’t remember ever owning, but it felt right in his hand. As he pushed the cart toward the sliding glass doors, the sunlight beyond bathed him in a comforting warmth.

He stepped out into the parking lot, loading his purchases into a silver SUV parked nearby. As he slid into the driver’s seat, he caught his reflection in the rearview mirror: a bald, middle-aged man with a cheerful smile and a twinkle in his eye. He barely remembered the young man he had once been. Jacob was a distant dream, a shadow that faded entirely as John drove home to his loving family.

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Season 3

Pop-Up Blurb - Spontaneously Slavic.

Caitlyn’s pencil snapped between thickening fingers as a hot current surged through her spine. She gripped the dorm desk, watching golden hair follicles darken to pitch roots crawling upward like spilled oil.

Her voice cracked mid-gasp, plummeting octaves. “What the fuck!” This curse almost felt natural as her trachea thickened.

Her shoulders wrenched backward, blouse seams popping. Collarbones broadened into rugged ledges as deltoids swelled beneath freckled skin now sprouting coarse black curls.

Breasts deflated, nipples hardening against fabric as pectorals rippled outward a dense forest of chest hair erupting in their wake. Hips narrowed with audible creaks, pelvis grinding inward as her cotton panties morphed into tight gray briefs.

Fingernails receded and dulled, edges splitting as hands ballooned into shovel-sized mitts. Legs erupted from jean shorts, thighs knotting with muscle that tore denim like tissue paper. Bare feet exploded from pink sandals, toes splaying wide and hairy against the floorboards.

Caitlyn’s skull cracked upward, grazing the ceiling lamp—6’1”, 6’3”—as her jaw jutted forward, stubble bursting through peach fuzz. Cheekbones sharpened into Slavic blades, nose broadening above a trimmed beard that smelled of pine and cigarettes. Siberian eyes, frost-blue and calculating, replaced her doe gaze.

Sergei steadied himself against the wall, biceps flexing as he turned toward the mirror. A stranger smirked back—mountainous, hairy, primal. He ran calloused palms over his bear-pelt chest, down the terrain of abs, gripping the weight of his cock through sweat-damp briefs.

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Ugh. At Friendsgiving yesterday my boyfriend humiliated me. Again. "I'm thankful for these muscles and my big dick, and this twink ass to fuck" he said and gave my rear a slap. In front of everyone! I try to complain, but he just says it's his 'Latino Machismo' and I wouldn't get it because I'm white and femme. This stuff happen all the time. I'm sick of it! I was hoping you could help me out.

Ah, yes, he needs a taste of his own medicine. As such, there is a simple solution! You'll find yourself awakening to new sensations from your body. You'll rush to a mirror to see that you are, in fact, your boyfriend now. All his muscles are yours, his handsome face, his big dick, all yours. He, of course, will find himself in your little white femme body. At this point it is entirely up to you to confirm or deny his assumptions about "Latino Machismo." My advice? Whatever you decide, definitely experience everything you can as him!

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Body Swap N’B Review #1

Inspired by @thegreatstoryteller’s post Body Swap N’B which can be found here!

BeachBabe99 - ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

I’ll admit, when I first booked my Body Swap N’B vacation, I had a very different experience in mind. I was picturing myself sipping cocktails in a bikini, lounging by the waves in a body that felt young, carefree, and effortlessly beautiful. Instead, I found myself waking up as a rugged, middle-aged man with a hairy chest, broad shoulders, and a body built more for grilling steaks than posing for Instagram. But you know what? It turned out to be one of the best vacations I’ve ever had.

The private beach house was a dream—secluded, luxurious, and just steps away from the clearest water I’ve ever seen. No need to worry about crowds, overpriced drinks, or finding a good spot on the sand. I had the whole place to myself. At first, adjusting to my new body was a little strange. My voice was deep, my face felt unfamiliar, and every time I moved, I was hyper-aware of the strength in my arms and the way I carried myself. But after a day or two, I embraced it.

There was something incredibly freeing about experiencing life in this body. I didn’t have to worry about my appearance in a bikini, no one expected me to pose for selfies, and I could just exist. I spent my days swimming, hiking along the coast, and even trying out fishing (which, surprisingly, I was pretty good at). And let’s talk about the food—this body could eat. I indulged in steak, fresh seafood, and local delicacies without a second thought.

Would I book this exact swap again? Maybe not. But it gave me a perspective I never expected, and for that, I’m grateful. If you’re open to something unexpected, I highly recommend trying a swap outside your comfort zone. You just might love it.

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Will thought he was sleepwalking, he’d wake up tired and sore and things would be moved. It wasn’t until he found a second phone hidden in his apartment, which unlocked with his face, that he knew something was very off. It was full of pictures of himself dressed slutty and with other guys, calendar reminders of hookups and messages, the most recent being from his best friend Tanner asking “how much longer until you can stay forever? I’m tired of waiting,” and his reply was “not much longer, I’m almost strong enough.” It was at that moment his hand spasmed and Will looked up with a smirk, texting back “babe, it happened, it finally fucking happened.”

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A college nerd finds some body swap pods in the dusty storage basement of the science building. He tries to lure hot athletes or frat bros down there... but does he know how they work?

(Big old body swap pods are my OG fave, thank you so much for this prompt, anon)

Henry was a college nerd through and through—21, lanky, with wireframe glasses and a mess of brown hair he never bothered to comb. He spent his nights in the science building, tinkering alone while the campus jocks and frat bros lived their golden lives. One evening, rummaging through the basement storage, he hit gold: two sleek pods, faintly humming, labeled “Neural Sync Prototype.” A worn manual claimed they could “exchange consciousness,” and Henry’s mind raced. He could slip into a hot guy’s body, live the dream for a night. After days puzzling over the tech, he was convinced it’d work: step in, sync, swap. Now he needed a guinea pig.

Todd fit the bill—22, a lacrosse god with short sandy blond hair, a sharp jaw, and a physique that screamed power. He was all frat-bro energy, the kind of guy who’d flex just because he could. Henry caught him after practice, pitching nervously: “Quick experiment for extra credit, beer’s on me after.” Todd, sweaty and bored, shrugged. “Yeah, whatever, nerd.” They trekked to the basement, the pods glowing softly as Henry mumbled about “brain scans,” dodging details. Todd peeled off his tank top, exposing a chiseled chest Henry couldn’t ignore, and climbed in. “Let’s get this over with,” he grunted. Henry took the other pod, hit start, and everything went dark.

Henry jolted awake, hands flexing—bigger, calloused. He looked down: Todd’s body, tan and stacked, lacrosse shorts snug around thick thighs. He laughed, Todd’s deep voice rumbling out. “Holy shit, it worked!” He ran a hand over his new abs, cock twitching at the thrill. Then the second pod hissed open, and Henry’s old body stepped out—scrawny, glasses crooked, exactly as he’d left it. But the eyes locked on him, wide with shock. “Wait—what the fuck?” came his own voice, high and shaky.

Henry-in-Todd froze. “You’re… me?” Henry-in-Henry stumbled forward, staring at his hands, then at Todd’s body. “I thought we’d swap! You’re in Todd—how am I still here?” They both gaped, scrambling for the manual, flipping pages in a frenzy. The truth hit like a brick: “Neural sync complete—consciousness duplicated, original preserved.” The pods hadn’t swapped them—they’d copied Henry’s mind into Todd’s body, overwriting Todd entirely, leaving two Henrys standing there, stunned.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” Henry-in-Todd muttered, flexing Todd’s arms, still reeling. Henry-in-Henry adjusted his glasses, voice trembling. “We’re both me. Todd’s just… gone.” They stood in silence, the hum of the pods mocking them. Then Henry-in-Todd caught his reflection—Todd’s perfect face, smirking back—and a spark flickered. “Well… we’ve got this body now,” he said, voice low. Henry-in-Henry glanced over, eyes tracing Todd’s abs, and nodded slowly. “Yeah. Might as well see what it’s like.”

They didn’t overthink it. Henry-in-Todd tugged down the lacrosse shorts, Todd’s thick cock springing free, already stirring. Henry-in-Henry stepped closer, nerdy hands hesitant but curious, wrapping around it. “Fuck, it’s unreal,” he whispered, stroking slow. Henry-in-Todd groaned, the dual sensation hitting hard—his mind feeling it from both sides. “Keep going,” he rasped, guiding his old body’s head down. Henry-in-Henry sank to his knees, lips parting, taking Todd’s cock in with awkward eagerness.

They moved together, two Henrys lost in the shared rush—one reveling in Todd’s power, the other tasting it. Henry-in-Henry sucked harder, glasses fogging, while Henry-in-Todd thrust shallow, hands gripping his own hair. It built fast—Henry-in-Todd came with a growl, spilling into his old mouth, and Henry-in-Henry swallowed, flushed and dazed. They collapsed, Todd’s body slick with sweat, Henry’s old frame panting beside it.

"Not what I planned, but fuck me I'm not disappointed," said Henry-in-Henry, clinging to Todd's stolen body.

Henry-in-Todd held him close, enjoying the strength he had. "Can't wait to see what else we can get up to with these pods," he chuckled with a menacing grin.

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Bodysuit fashion show!

“Who are you wearing?”

I’m wearing Easton Corbin

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WolfsLand, 🐺

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A story for @bigwishes

You were walking into the gym one evening and wishing that you could be a really huge bodybuilder like Cbum. Unknown to you a genie was flying by and heard your wish and laughed as it snapped its fingers. “You’ll get your wish mortal but more than you know.” As soon as you get changed and start working out you start to feel weird. Extremely hot and sweaty for so early in a workout. Your heart starts to race as you feel your body start to expand! You start growing taller and your muscles swell. Your arms getting thick and beefy as your veins pop out on your biceps and forearms. Your chest swelling into two huge slabs of beef. You back widening and tapering down as your lats grow wider and your fiat abs get chiseled into a perfect 8 pack. Your legs also grow thick and beefy to hold you up and you can’t help but groan as your ass swells up into a perfect muscle bubble butt. Even your cock and balls aren’t spared the change as they grow and swell leaving you super hard in your tight shorts. You’re face hurts and itches and your neck swells too. When it’s finally done you pant and look up at the mirror only to see Cbum himself staring back at you!

You touch your new body and flex. This is amazing! People didn’t notice your transformation but now they notice the bodybuilding legend in the gym. People line up to talk to you now. You’re loving every minute of this new you. It’s perfect! Huge muscles, handsome face. Even his sexy voice! Eventually people leave you alone but just as suddenly you feel off, bloated or gassy or something. Suddenly you let out a loud burp and as soon as you do your body starts to swell again! You can’t seem to stop burping and the more you burp the more you blow up! It’s embarrassing but at the same time you wanted to be huge like Cbum right? So you got what you wanted in the end.

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@swapsrus

Just to be nice, that’s a valid gymshark discount count as of March 6, 2025.

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Hey, can you help me out? Some dud stole my body! I used to be a jock hanging out in the frat with my bros until some old man came to me and swapped us! I just wanna get back to my prime. Doesn't have to get me back to my body

Hey bro, sorry it took a while, but hopefully you're happy that I managed to restore you all the way back to your prime age of 21! And you are of course back as a frat bro too now. But I can't help but side with the old man a bit that whispered to me how much of a prick you were when you were the one in control of the blonde studly physique you once possessed, so I set you up with your former body as I made him your Big Brother.

As you say, I don't have to get you back to your body and I indeed dialed back the years so you are back to the ripe age of 20 as a college sophomore. Now, all side effects of him being your Big Brother, that's on you to navigate and solve, but to be honest, you just need to stick out a year or two more and you might be the one in the position of power and can tell your Little Brother to do whatever you pleases.

For now, your Big Brother need to bust his nuts so, kneel down, bro

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Still putting on the finishing detail for my spinoffs so that's why I can only post shorties for now

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Madness of omnipotence

🇬🇧 ("Delirio di onnipotenza" Versione Inglese)

Some tools are a one-way ticket to the madness of omnipotence.

The two unfortunate souls who volunteered for my experiments had no idea what awaited them. In mere moments, I swapped their appearances, reshaping their bodies like clay in my hands. But I didn’t stop there. I made sure they fell in love with each other, bound by an attraction impossible to ignore.

My technology did the rest. They didn’t even have time to wonder what had happened: they were instantly drawn to one another, hands already exploring, lips meeting in an urgent kiss.

Why did I do it? Simple: pure personal pleasure.

Do you think I’m a bad person? I’d say not. Judging by their satisfied smiles, it seems they’re more than happy with the outcome too.

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Story inspired by this classic muscle growth YouTube video from 2014, which was one of my favorites:

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Data transfer

🇬🇧 ("Trasferimento di dati" Versione Inglese)

“Ok, the program has processed the image and should be ready to replicate it by transferring the data into my body.”

Right after pressing enter, the blond guy I had just slept with tripled in size. I was so mesmerized by his swelling package that I didn’t immediately notice the striking tribal tattoo appearing on his arm. I had come about fifteen minutes ago, but seeing that scene made me instantly hard again. Since we were both in our underwear, my erection was impossible to ignore, and he noticed it right away, smiling. I tried to tame my instincts and satisfy my curiosity by asking:

-“So, with this method, you can copy anyone’s appearance?”

-“Exactly. I just need a photo where the face and body are clearly visible, and the artificial intelligence takes care of the rest.”

-“So, the blond guy I just fucked wasn’t really you?”

-“It was me, with the appearance of a guy I saw in an old magazine. By now, he’s probably at least thirty years older.”

-“I almost feel bad seeing him disappear like this… but I must say, I like your new look too.”

-“He doesn’t have to disappear” he said, turning back to the computer screen.

From a folder full of photos, he retrieved the one of the extremely slim blond, then dragged it onto a gray icon labeled “User 2 - Enter Name.” The program recognized the file instantly, a sign that it had already been processed before. Instantly, I felt a tingling sensation all over my body, and as I looked down, I saw it changing, becoming toned and slender. I had never been so turned on, my cock was rock hard, but I noticed that it, too, was shrinking along with the rest of my body.

“I like playing the twink role, but I have to say, that look suits you too,” he said, running his large, strong fingers over my newly slim and bony body. The roles had reversed, and we were both eager to start round two.