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[marcnfantasies]

Public Relations Internship Part 3

Read Part 1 and Part 2 by @swap-tech-enterprise.

When I arrived at Michael’s college dorm, I was met by his roommates, a lively bunch who seemed genuinely excited to see me. They greeted me with fist bumps and slaps on the back.

“Yo, Mike! Ready for the party tonight?” one of them, Jason, asked with a grin.

I forced a casual smile. “Yeah, definitely. Can’t wait.”

It felt strange that Michael hadn’t mentioned the STE program to them. As we hung out in the dorm, I tried to absorb everything, matching their energy and conversations. We played some video games, and the hours flew by until it was time for the party.

The frat house was buzzing with energy. Music blared from speakers, and people were everywhere, laughing, dancing, and drinking. Jason handed me a beer.

“Drink up, Mike! Tonight’s gonna be epic!” he shouted over the music.

I took a long swig, feeling the alcohol warm me up. Soon enough, I found myself surrounded by Michael’s friends. As the night wore on, the guys got rowdy. Ethan, a sweet, muscular guy with a kind demeanor, pulled off his shirt, revealing his toned abs.

“Come on, Mike! Join us!” Ethan laughed, flexing his muscles playfully but without a hint of arrogance.

I hesitated for a moment before pulling off my own shirt, trying to play it cool. The air was thick with excitement and the scent of sweat and cologne. I couldn't help but steal

The night continued with more drinks, laughter, and dancing. I found myself flirting with a couple of girls, but my heart wasn’t in it. My thoughts kept drifting back to Ethan, who was now arm-wrestling another guy, his muscles straining under the effort.

Back at the dorm, the night’s events replayed in my mind. Lying in Michael’s bed, I couldn’t shake the image of Ethan’s playful smile and his kind eyes. The rush of youthful energy and endorphins surged through me. I slipped my hand into my pants, feeling the hard, youthful body beneath my touch. The sensation was electric, more intense than I remembered. I began to stroke myself, my mind fixated on Ethan’s chiseled physique and warm, friendly demeanor.

The pleasure built quickly, overwhelming my senses. My body tensed, and I released with a shuddering gasp, waves of ecstasy washing over me. The sensation was so intense, so consuming, that it left me breathless.

As I lay there, catching my breath, a wave of worry hit me. The rush of endorphins was overwhelming, far more potent than anything I remembered. What if this new body and its heightened sensations became addictive? The thought was sobering, and for a moment, I felt a pang of anxiety.

But I pushed the worry aside, letting myself bask in the afterglow. Exhausted, I drifted off to sleep, eager to see what the next day would bring.

---

Over the next few weeks, I found myself drawn to the gym more and more. It became a routine, almost an obsession. Each visit was a mix of hard work and pleasure. The feeling of my muscles straining and growing was intoxicating. I relished the jealous stares from other guys as I lifted heavier weights and pushed myself further than I ever had in my original body.

One day, as I was in the middle of a particularly intense workout, my phone buzzed with a FaceTime call. It was Michael, now in my old body. I wiped the sweat from my forehead and answered the call, making sure the gym equipment was visible in the background.

“Hey, how’s it going?” I greeted, trying to sound casual.

Michael’s face appeared on the screen, looking a bit frazzled but otherwise managing. “Hey, Chris. Just wanted to check in. How are things?”

I flashed a confident smile. “Great! Just at the gym, keeping your body in top shape.”

“Thanks, man. I really appreciate it,” Michael said, visibly relieved.

Another day, as I was finishing up a study session at the library, my phone buzzed again. This time it was Michael’s mom.

“Hi, Michael! How are you?” she asked warmly.

“Hey, Mom! I’m good, just studying at the library,” I said, angling the phone to show the stacks of books behind me.

“That’s wonderful to hear. We’re so proud of you. Keep up the good work!”

“Thanks, I will,” I replied, feeling a mix of pride and amusement. At first, calling Michael's parents "Mom" and "Dad" had been awkward, but we all agreed it was necessary to keep up the ruse. Now, they acted like it was second nature to call me son.

Later that week, I was back at the gym when Michael’s dad called. I quickly answered, positioning the camera to show the weights.

“Hello, Michael. Just checking in. How’s everything going?”

“Hey, Dad! Everything’s great. Just getting a workout in.”

“That’s my boy. Keep it up,” he said, sounding impressed.

I chuckled to myself as I hung up. It was almost like he was forgetting that I wasn’t actually his son.

These calls seemed to happen at the perfect times, always catching me either at the gym or the library, making me look like the model body steward. It gave Michael’s parents confidence that I was taking good care of their son’s body while he was off interning. But if I was honest with myself, my motivations were a bit more selfish. I loved the attention, the envious glances from other guys. I had never been this strong or admired when I was younger, and it turned me on a bit to see what I had become. My confidence started to shift into cockiness. I strutted around the gym, enjoying the looks of envy and admiration.

Back at the dorm, I was growing closer to Michael’s friends. They were no longer just his buddies—they were becoming mine. We bonded over shared experiences and late-night talks. They noticed the changes in my personality, especially my transformation into a gym rat.

“Dude, you’ve been killing it at the gym lately,” Jason remarked one evening. “I’ve never seen you this dedicated before.”

Ethan nodded in agreement, a grin spreading across his face. “Yeah, man. You’re looking ripped. What’s your secret?”

I shrugged, smirking. “Just hard work and dedication, I guess. Not everyone can handle it.”

They seemed to enjoy my newfound confidence, feeding into it and hyping me up all the time. “Look at those guns!” one of them would say, poking my biceps. “You’re gonna be a beast!”

Their encouragement only fueled my ego further. I started to see myself not just as a steward of Michael’s body, but ... dare I say ... as its true owner. Uh oh.

---

For spring break, we decided to take a road trip to Miami. The idea of spending a week in the sun, partying, and enjoying the freedom of youth was too good to pass up. We piled into a car and hit the road, the excitement palpable.

Miami was everything we hoped for and more. The beach was amazing, and the nightlife was electric. I had a fantastic time being young and ripped, soaking up the attention and admiration everywhere we went.

And damn might I add that Ethan looked hot as hell too.

One night, we hit up one of the hottest clubs in the city. The music was loud, the drinks were flowing, and the dance floor was packed. I was feeling invincible, my confidence boosted by the alcohol and the energy of the crowd. As we danced, I caught the eye of an insanely hot guy across the dance floor. Our eyes locked, and he made his way over to me.

Before I knew it, we were making out right there on the dance floor, the music and lights making everything feel surreal. My friends looked on in shock, but I was too lost in the moment to care. The guy pulled me away from the dance floor and into the club bathroom, where things quickly escalated.

He pushed me against the wall, his hands roaming over my chest and abs. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck as he kissed his way down my body. When he dropped to his knees and undid my pants, my breath hitched in anticipation.

The moment his mouth enveloped me, a wave of intense pleasure shot through my body. I leaned back against the wall, my hands gripping the edges of the sink for support. His tongue and lips worked expertly, creating sensations that were almost too overwhelming to bear. The tight, warm, wet pressure around me was more intense than anything I'd ever felt.

Every nerve in my body was on fire, my mind a haze of bliss and disbelief. The rhythmic movements of his head, the soft hums of pleasure he made, the way his hands held my hips—it all combined into an experience that felt surreal and euphoric. I found myself letting out quiet, desperate moans, my legs trembling from the sheer intensity of the sensation.

In that moment, the realization hit me like a freight train. The pleasure, the freedom, the pure, unfiltered ecstasy—I didn't want to give this up. I couldn't go back to my old life, not after experiencing something this intoxicating.

After what felt like an eternity, but was probably just a few minutes, I climaxed with a shuddering gasp, my body shaking from the release. He stood up, wiped his mouth with a satisfied grin, and kissed me again before disappearing into the crowd.

I returned to my friends, who were still processing what they had seen. Jason was the first to speak, his voice filled with confusion and curiosity. “Dude, are you... gay?”

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “I’m bi, actually. I’ve wanted to act on it for a while, and I guess now seemed like the right time.”

They exchanged glances, processing this new information. Ethan spoke up, a reassuring smile on his face. “Hey, man, no judgment here. We’re just surprised, that’s all. You’ve never mentioned it before.”

Jason nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool. We’re just glad you’re being yourself.”

Their acceptance was a relief. I had been worried about how they would react, but they took it surprisingly well. As we continued to party the night away, I felt a sense of liberation. For the first time, I was truly living life on my terms.

The rest of the week in Miami was a blur of fun and excitement. I reveled in the freedom of being young, strong, and confident, making the most of every moment. The thought of returning to my old life seemed more and more distant, and I knew deep down that I couldn’t go back. This was who I was meant to be.

---

Back at school, I spent hours poring over the original contract, desperately searching for a way to stay in Michael's body. The thought of returning to my old life was unbearable after experiencing the freedom and confidence that came with being Michael. As I scanned the dense legal text, a clause caught my eye: the mutual reside clause. It allowed both parties to agree to remain swapped permanently, but I knew that wasn’t an option. Michael's wistful expressions during our video calls made it clear he wanted his body back.

My heart sank until I noticed another clause, the special non-compete agreement. According to the contract, once the original owner of the body, Michael, returned, he couldn’t work for a competing company to avoid any potential advantage from the swap. However, there was no mention of any restrictions on me taking such a job while still in Michael’s body.

A plan began to form. If I could secure a position at a competing firm before the swap was due to reverse, it would violate the non-compete clause, making it impossible for STE to swap us back without breaking their own rules. And since the swap would become permanent after a year, as stated in the mutual reside clause, all I needed was a few more months in the job to ensure I stayed in Michael’s body indefinitely.

I wasted no time leveraging my knowledge of the industry to land a job at a rival company. My determination and newfound confidence made me an attractive candidate, and it wasn’t long before I received an offer. I took the position quietly, knowing it was only a matter of time before Michael discovered the truth.

The semester ended, and I had successfully hidden my new job from Michael, who hadn’t reviewed the contract in detail. The transformation from the inside out felt complete as I integrated more fully into this new life.

---

On the day of the swap, Michael waited anxiously at the STE facility, expecting me to arrive any minute. As the clock ticked on, worry turned to frustration, and he realized something was amiss. Determined to get his body back, Michael decided to find me himself.

He tracked me down to my new office, confronting me in the lobby. I looked up from my desk, a mixture of surprise and self-assuredness in my expression.

“Chris, what the hell?” Michael demanded, his voice a mix of anger and desperation. “You didn’t show up for the swap! What are you doing here?”

I leaned back in my chair, a sly smile playing on my lips. “I got a job at a competing firm. According to the non-compete clause, they can’t swap us back now.”

Michael’s eyes widened in disbelief. “You’re serious? You did this on purpose?”

I shrugged, my demeanor unapologetic. “I saw an opportunity, and I took it. You’ve got to admit, it’s a pretty clever move.”

Michael clenched his fists, struggling to contain his anger. “You had no right to make this decision for both of us.”

“Maybe not, but I couldn’t give up this life,” I replied, my voice firm and unapologetic.

---

Later, back at the dorm, most students had left after finals, leaving the place almost eerily quiet. I sat on my bed, reflecting on my confrontation with Michael. Despite the tension, I felt a thrill of excitement at having taken control of my destiny.

I glanced over at Ethan, who had been acting more flirtatious since our trip to Miami. With the dorm practically empty, there was no one around to witness what might happen next.

Ethan caught my eye and smiled, his bashfulness evident. “Uh, hey Chris. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

I smirked, enjoying Ethan’s shyness. I subtly flexed my muscles, feeling them strain against the fabric of my polo. “What’s up, Ethan?”

Ethan rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks flushed. “In Miami, when you hooked up with that guy…I got jealous. I’ve actually liked you for a while now, but I didn’t know how to say it.”

My eyes lit up with a mix of surprise and interest. I leaned in slightly, my tone playful. “You know, Ethan, I’ve noticed how amazing you’ve been recently. Your abs, for instance—they’re seriously impressive.”

Ethan’s eyes sparkled with a shy yet pleased grin. He lifted his shirt just enough to show off his abs, then quickly brought it back down. “Thanks, Mike. I’ve been working hard.”

I smiled warmly. “And those pecs of yours—they’re looking fantastic. You’ve really put in the effort.”

Ethan blushed, his smile widening. He hesitated for a moment, then lifted his shirt slightly to reveal his well-defined pecs, showing them off playfully before lowering the fabric again. “You think so?”

I nodded appreciatively. “Absolutely. And those shoulders… they look incredible too.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed with a mix of shyness and excitement. With a slight chuckle, he began to remove his shirt, revealing his broad and sculpted shoulders. His chest and abs were even more impressive up close, each muscle perfectly defined.

My excitement grew as I admired Ethan’s physique. “Damn, well, there’s one part I haven’t seen.”

Ethan’s eyes widened slightly, and with a shy smile, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the waistband of his underwear. He revealed a massive, uncut cock, the perfect shade of olive skin, hard and ready. My breath caught in my throat, and I felt a surge of arousal.

Ethan, now fully confident, took charge. He pushed me down onto the couch, pinned me down, and slid off my shorts.

He reached for the lube, applying a generous amount to my hole. His fingers worked their way in slowly, preparing me with careful, deliberate strokes. He started with one finger, then gradually added another, and eventually a third, each movement making me moan with increasing pleasure.

Once I was well-lubed and stretched, Ethan positioned himself, his gaze filled with a mix of lust and determination. My heart raced as Ethan's powerful hands guided me.

With a firm thrust, Ethan entered me, filling me up more completely than I’d ever felt before. The sensation was overwhelming and exhilarating, leaving me feeling full and whole in a way I never had. The intensity of the moment made me gasp, my body arching with pleasure.

Ethan's movements were confident and powerful, driving me to new heights of ecstasy. Each thrust seemed to echo my inner thrill and satisfaction.

As Ethan's passion built, my mind raced with a mix of euphoria and a final thought that summed up my satisfaction just as I came: “Damn, why wouldn’t anyone want to do this program again?”

[marcnfantasies]

Normal Kids

“I’m 19! I’m old enough to make decisions about my own body!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the kitchen walls. My chest heaved as I stood across from my parents, their expressions a cocktail of disbelief, frustration, and something I couldn’t quite place—grief, maybe?

My mom crossed her arms tightly over her chest, looking anywhere but at me. “I’m sorry, we just… we can’t let you do that.”

“Let me?” I spat, the word tasting bitter. “You can’t let me? Do you even hear yourselves? This isn’t something you control! This is my life. My body.”

Dad rubbed his temples, his fingers digging into his skin like he could will the conversation away. “You’re too young to make a decision like this,” he said finally, his voice low but strained. “You don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” I shot back, feeling my hands shake. “I’ve spent years figuring this out—every sleepless night, every time I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself, every time I wanted to scream because I couldn’t be who I am. Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Mom finally looked up, her face pale but her eyes blazing. “This isn’t about us not loving you. We just…” She paused, her voice trembling. “We don’t understand why you have to keep doing this to us.”

My stomach dropped, but I held my ground. “This isn’t something I’m doing to you. This is me—this is who I am. It’s not a phase or a rebellion or whatever else you want to call it. You’ve already been through this once with Liam. Are you seriously telling me you didn’t learn anything?”

Dad flinched, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. Liam, my older brother, had been their golden boy until he came out as gay a few years ago. It wasn’t pretty—he’d waited until he was moving out to tell them, probably because he knew exactly how they’d react. The disappointment in their eyes, the long silences, the occasional outburst when they thought no one else could hear… it had been brutal. But Liam had stood his ground, just like I was now.

When he left, I’d thought it couldn’t get worse. But then, a few months later, I’d come out as a lesbian. Their reaction had been less dramatic that time—probably because they were already so exhausted from Liam—but it wasn’t exactly warm, either. They’d treated it like a wound that would heal if they just ignored it long enough.

But this… this was different. A few weeks ago, I’d finally found the courage to tell them I was trans. And the look on their faces when I said those words—it was like I’d detonated a bomb in the living room.

“First Liam, and now this,” Mom had whispered that night, her voice shaking. “Why can’t we just have normal kids?”

That phrase had been replaying in my head ever since. Normal kids. Like there was some checklist of qualities that made you acceptable, and Liam and I had failed to meet every single one of them.

Now, as I stood in the kitchen, I felt that familiar mix of anger and sadness bubbling up. “I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted,” I said, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. “But I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not just to make you comfortable.”

“Why can’t you wait?” Dad said, his voice softer now. “Just give it a few years, until you’re older. Until you’re absolutely sure.”

“I am sure,” I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’m not going to waste any more time being someone I’m not.”

Silence hung in the air like a heavy fog. My parents exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything. For a moment, I thought I saw something shift in my mom’s expression—something that looked almost like understanding. But then it was gone, replaced by the same tight-lipped resolve.

“We just need time,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… a lot.”

I nodded, biting back the sharp response I wanted to give. I knew I wouldn’t change their minds tonight. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to stop fighting. For Liam, for myself, for every other kid who’d ever been told they weren’t enough—I wasn’t going to give up.

For months, I begged and badgered my parents to let me start transitioning. Every conversation ended in a brick wall—excuses about my age, about not understanding the “gravity” of my decision, about the costs. They controlled the insurance, and they paid my college tuition. Without their approval, I was stuck. Trapped in a body that didn’t feel like mine and a life that didn’t feel like it fit.

But then, one evening, they relented.

“We’ve… been thinking about your request,” my mom said hesitantly over dinner. I immediately froze, my fork halfway to my mouth.

My dad chimed in. “We found a clinic that might be able to help.”

I blinked, surprised but cautious. “Really?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.

“Yes,” my mom replied, forcing a smile. “It’s… unconventional, but we think it might be what you’re looking for. They specialize in full-body transformations.”

Something about her tone set me on edge, but I didn’t press. I was too desperate for their approval. If they were finally agreeing to help me, I wasn’t about to question it. The only condition? Liam had to take me.

I love my brother. He’s my rock, the only person who truly gets me. So, I didn’t mind the idea of him tagging along. In fact, I was relieved to have him there. I told myself that having his support would make this feel less terrifying.

The clinic was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t a sterile hospital or some dingy back-alley operation. It was sleek, modern, and impossibly fancy. Marble floors, pristine white walls, the faint smell of lavender in the air. The kind of place you’d expect celebrities to visit for some high-end spa treatment.

A woman in a crisp white suit greeted us at the front desk. Her smile was warm but unnervingly perfect. “Welcome,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Liam raised an eyebrow at me, but I shrugged. We were led into a private lounge, where they offered us water and reassured me that the procedure was safe and effective. A doctor arrived shortly after and explained that Liam and I would be separated for a brief consultation. That seemed odd, but I didn’t overthink it. Maybe they wanted to talk about medical history or something.

The moment I stepped into my consultation room, my gut told me something was off. It wasn’t the room itself—it was just as fancy as the rest of the place, with plush chairs and soft lighting—but there was an odd energy in the air. The doctor who entered was an older man with kind eyes, but his words sent a chill down my spine.

“This isn’t your typical hormone therapy clinic,” he began. “What we offer here is… revolutionary. Instead of months or years of transitioning, we provide an immediate solution.”

I frowned. “Immediate?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward. “We specialize in body-swapping technology. You would be able to inhabit a different body entirely—one that aligns with who you truly are.”

My stomach flipped. “Body-swapping?” I repeated, barely able to process what he was saying.

The doctor nodded, his expression calm, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “In your case, your parents have arranged for a body that they believe would suit you. Strong, male, conventionally attractive. We’re ready to begin the process, provided we have your consent.”

My heart was pounding now. “What body?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Your brother’s,” the doctor said simply.

The room spun. “What?” I croaked. “You’re saying… you want me to swap bodies with Liam?”

The doctor nodded again. “Yes. Your parents thought this would provide you with the life you’re seeking—male, straight, and socially acceptable. Liam has already been sedated and prepped for the procedure. He’ll retain his memories and sense of self, but he’ll wake up in your body.”

My mind raced, trying to piece everything together. “Does Liam… does he know about this?”

“No,” the doctor admitted. “He doesn’t need to. He’ll adapt in time. All we need is your consent.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. This was insane. They wanted to rip apart my brother’s life without his knowledge, without his consent. It was horrifying. And yet… the image of Liam’s body flashed in my mind. He was everything I’d ever wanted to be—handsome, muscular, confident. I imagined the life I could have in his shoes. The ease, the acceptance. The chance to finally feel right in my own skin.

“You’ll be happy,” the doctor said, as though reading my thoughts. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime.”

I clenched my fists, my heart racing. Every fiber of my being screamed that this was wrong, that Liam didn’t deserve this. But at the same time, the temptation was undeniable. How could I say no to something I’d dreamed of my entire life?

“I…” My voice wavered. I glanced at the door, imagining Liam just a room away, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the thought of waking up in his body, of finally feeling at home, was too powerful to ignore.

“I’ll do it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’ll do it.”

The doctor’s smile widened. “Excellent. Let’s get started.”

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight. Not the kind that dragged you down, but something grounding, solid, like my body was finally my own. My eyelids fluttered open, and my heart skipped as I caught sight of my arm resting against the pristine white sheets. Strong, defined, dusted with dark hair that caught the soft light streaming in through the window. I flexed my fingers experimentally, watching tendons shift under the skin.

It felt… right.

I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and ran a hand over my chest. The sensation of my fingers brushing through coarse hair was electric. My pecs were firm, rising and falling with each breath, and I couldn’t stop myself from tracing the ridges of muscle down to my abs. Every touch felt like discovering a secret, a hidden part of myself I’d been waiting my entire life to meet.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I caught sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. My breath hitched. Liam’s body—no, my body—looked even more incredible in motion. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, the kind of build that turned heads. I stood slowly, marveling at the way my thighs tensed with the movement, the muscles taut and powerful beneath the skin.

I stepped closer to the mirror, placing a hand on the glass as though I needed to prove this was real. My other hand drifted up to my jaw, rough with stubble. I dragged my fingers across it, savoring the gritty sensation. The shadow of a beard framed my face, making my features sharper, more defined. I tilted my head, flexing experimentally, watching my shoulders and arms ripple with strength.

A shiver ran down my spine as I splayed my fingers across my chest, the dark hair soft yet coarse against my palm. My nipples stiffened under my touch, the sensation sparking an unfamiliar but intoxicating heat. I trailed my hand lower, tracing the faint line of hair that led down my stomach, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips.

I turned to the side, marveling at the broadness of my back, the way it tapered into my hips. My hand skimmed over the curve of my biceps, then down to my forearm, where veins snaked beneath the skin, pulsing faintly with life. Every inch of me felt alive, thrumming with energy I’d never known before.

A sudden laugh escaped my lips, low and rich, surprising me with its depth. I couldn’t help but grin, running a hand through my hair, which was thick and slightly messy from sleep. The movement flexed my arm, and I turned back to the mirror, caught up in the intoxicating sight of strength and masculinity. This was me—finally me.

The knock at the door was soft but purposeful, and when I turned, the nurse from earlier stepped in. She was petite but poised, her blonde hair swept into a neat ponytail, her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced at me. I realized I was still shirtless, standing in all my glory, and I couldn’t help but smirk. The confidence in this body felt second nature, like slipping on a well-tailored suit.

“Just checking to see how you’re feeling,” she said, her voice warm but a little breathy. Her eyes lingered on my chest a beat too long before darting away, her blush deepening.

“I’m feeling incredible,” I said, letting my voice drop an octave. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

She chuckled nervously, her hands fiddling with the clipboard she carried. “Well, we do aim to please.”

I stepped closer, the smooth strength of my legs propelling me forward effortlessly. “You’ve done more than that.” I flexed my arm casually, the muscles swelling under my skin. “I’m guessing Liam—uh, I—had an arms workout yesterday. Feel that.” I offered my bicep, and her eyes widened slightly before she hesitantly reached out.

Her fingers brushed my skin, and I tensed the muscle, watching her expression shift as she gave a quiet, appreciative gasp. “Wow,” she murmured. “That’s… impressive.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “All yours to admire.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I let my hand rest lightly on her waist. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the warmth of her body through her scrubs. My touch was gentle, but I knew the strength behind it was unmistakable—controlled, deliberate, intoxicating.

“You’re incredible,” I said softly, my thumb tracing small circles on her side. She shivered under my touch, her gaze locking with mine. The tension in the room was electric, every second stretching out tantalizingly. My hand drifted lower, just brushing the curve of her hip.

I reached for the waistband of my pants, ready to strip down and revel in this moment fully when—

The door burst open with a crash, and I whipped around to see myself—my old self—standing there, wide-eyed and furious.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

[marcnfantasies]

Normal Kids

“I’m 19! I’m old enough to make decisions about my own body!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the kitchen walls. My chest heaved as I stood across from my parents, their expressions a cocktail of disbelief, frustration, and something I couldn’t quite place—grief, maybe?

My mom crossed her arms tightly over her chest, looking anywhere but at me. “I’m sorry, we just… we can’t let you do that.”

“Let me?” I spat, the word tasting bitter. “You can’t let me? Do you even hear yourselves? This isn’t something you control! This is my life. My body.”

Dad rubbed his temples, his fingers digging into his skin like he could will the conversation away. “You’re too young to make a decision like this,” he said finally, his voice low but strained. “You don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” I shot back, feeling my hands shake. “I’ve spent years figuring this out—every sleepless night, every time I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself, every time I wanted to scream because I couldn’t be who I am. Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Mom finally looked up, her face pale but her eyes blazing. “This isn’t about us not loving you. We just…” She paused, her voice trembling. “We don’t understand why you have to keep doing this to us.”

My stomach dropped, but I held my ground. “This isn’t something I’m doing to you. This is me—this is who I am. It’s not a phase or a rebellion or whatever else you want to call it. You’ve already been through this once with Liam. Are you seriously telling me you didn’t learn anything?”

Dad flinched, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. Liam, my older brother, had been their golden boy until he came out as gay a few years ago. It wasn’t pretty—he’d waited until he was moving out to tell them, probably because he knew exactly how they’d react. The disappointment in their eyes, the long silences, the occasional outburst when they thought no one else could hear… it had been brutal. But Liam had stood his ground, just like I was now.

When he left, I’d thought it couldn’t get worse. But then, a few months later, I’d come out as a lesbian. Their reaction had been less dramatic that time—probably because they were already so exhausted from Liam—but it wasn’t exactly warm, either. They’d treated it like a wound that would heal if they just ignored it long enough.

But this… this was different. A few weeks ago, I’d finally found the courage to tell them I was trans. And the look on their faces when I said those words—it was like I’d detonated a bomb in the living room.

“First Liam, and now this,” Mom had whispered that night, her voice shaking. “Why can’t we just have normal kids?”

That phrase had been replaying in my head ever since. Normal kids. Like there was some checklist of qualities that made you acceptable, and Liam and I had failed to meet every single one of them.

Now, as I stood in the kitchen, I felt that familiar mix of anger and sadness bubbling up. “I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted,” I said, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. “But I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not just to make you comfortable.”

“Why can’t you wait?” Dad said, his voice softer now. “Just give it a few years, until you’re older. Until you’re absolutely sure.”

“I am sure,” I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’m not going to waste any more time being someone I’m not.”

Silence hung in the air like a heavy fog. My parents exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything. For a moment, I thought I saw something shift in my mom’s expression—something that looked almost like understanding. But then it was gone, replaced by the same tight-lipped resolve.

“We just need time,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… a lot.”

I nodded, biting back the sharp response I wanted to give. I knew I wouldn’t change their minds tonight. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to stop fighting. For Liam, for myself, for every other kid who’d ever been told they weren’t enough—I wasn’t going to give up.

For months, I begged and badgered my parents to let me start transitioning. Every conversation ended in a brick wall—excuses about my age, about not understanding the “gravity” of my decision, about the costs. They controlled the insurance, and they paid my college tuition. Without their approval, I was stuck. Trapped in a body that didn’t feel like mine and a life that didn’t feel like it fit.

But then, one evening, they relented.

“We’ve… been thinking about your request,” my mom said hesitantly over dinner. I immediately froze, my fork halfway to my mouth.

My dad chimed in. “We found a clinic that might be able to help.”

I blinked, surprised but cautious. “Really?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.

“Yes,” my mom replied, forcing a smile. “It’s… unconventional, but we think it might be what you’re looking for. They specialize in full-body transformations.”

Something about her tone set me on edge, but I didn’t press. I was too desperate for their approval. If they were finally agreeing to help me, I wasn’t about to question it. The only condition? Liam had to take me.

I love my brother. He’s my rock, the only person who truly gets me. So, I didn’t mind the idea of him tagging along. In fact, I was relieved to have him there. I told myself that having his support would make this feel less terrifying.

The clinic was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t a sterile hospital or some dingy back-alley operation. It was sleek, modern, and impossibly fancy. Marble floors, pristine white walls, the faint smell of lavender in the air. The kind of place you’d expect celebrities to visit for some high-end spa treatment.

A woman in a crisp white suit greeted us at the front desk. Her smile was warm but unnervingly perfect. “Welcome,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Liam raised an eyebrow at me, but I shrugged. We were led into a private lounge, where they offered us water and reassured me that the procedure was safe and effective. A doctor arrived shortly after and explained that Liam and I would be separated for a brief consultation. That seemed odd, but I didn’t overthink it. Maybe they wanted to talk about medical history or something.

The moment I stepped into my consultation room, my gut told me something was off. It wasn’t the room itself—it was just as fancy as the rest of the place, with plush chairs and soft lighting—but there was an odd energy in the air. The doctor who entered was an older man with kind eyes, but his words sent a chill down my spine.

“This isn’t your typical hormone therapy clinic,” he began. “What we offer here is… revolutionary. Instead of months or years of transitioning, we provide an immediate solution.”

I frowned. “Immediate?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward. “We specialize in body-swapping technology. You would be able to inhabit a different body entirely—one that aligns with who you truly are.”

My stomach flipped. “Body-swapping?” I repeated, barely able to process what he was saying.

The doctor nodded, his expression calm, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “In your case, your parents have arranged for a body that they believe would suit you. Strong, male, conventionally attractive. We’re ready to begin the process, provided we have your consent.”

My heart was pounding now. “What body?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Your brother’s,” the doctor said simply.

The room spun. “What?” I croaked. “You’re saying… you want me to swap bodies with Liam?”

The doctor nodded again. “Yes. Your parents thought this would provide you with the life you’re seeking—male, straight, and socially acceptable. Liam has already been sedated and prepped for the procedure. He’ll retain his memories and sense of self, but he’ll wake up in your body.”

My mind raced, trying to piece everything together. “Does Liam… does he know about this?”

“No,” the doctor admitted. “He doesn’t need to. He’ll adapt in time. All we need is your consent.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. This was insane. They wanted to rip apart my brother’s life without his knowledge, without his consent. It was horrifying. And yet… the image of Liam’s body flashed in my mind. He was everything I’d ever wanted to be—handsome, muscular, confident. I imagined the life I could have in his shoes. The ease, the acceptance. The chance to finally feel right in my own skin.

“You’ll be happy,” the doctor said, as though reading my thoughts. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime.”

I clenched my fists, my heart racing. Every fiber of my being screamed that this was wrong, that Liam didn’t deserve this. But at the same time, the temptation was undeniable. How could I say no to something I’d dreamed of my entire life?

“I…” My voice wavered. I glanced at the door, imagining Liam just a room away, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the thought of waking up in his body, of finally feeling at home, was too powerful to ignore.

“I’ll do it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’ll do it.”

The doctor’s smile widened. “Excellent. Let’s get started.”

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight. Not the kind that dragged you down, but something grounding, solid, like my body was finally my own. My eyelids fluttered open, and my heart skipped as I caught sight of my arm resting against the pristine white sheets. Strong, defined, dusted with dark hair that caught the soft light streaming in through the window. I flexed my fingers experimentally, watching tendons shift under the skin.

It felt… right.

I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and ran a hand over my chest. The sensation of my fingers brushing through coarse hair was electric. My pecs were firm, rising and falling with each breath, and I couldn’t stop myself from tracing the ridges of muscle down to my abs. Every touch felt like discovering a secret, a hidden part of myself I’d been waiting my entire life to meet.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I caught sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. My breath hitched. Liam’s body—no, my body—looked even more incredible in motion. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, the kind of build that turned heads. I stood slowly, marveling at the way my thighs tensed with the movement, the muscles taut and powerful beneath the skin.

I stepped closer to the mirror, placing a hand on the glass as though I needed to prove this was real. My other hand drifted up to my jaw, rough with stubble. I dragged my fingers across it, savoring the gritty sensation. The shadow of a beard framed my face, making my features sharper, more defined. I tilted my head, flexing experimentally, watching my shoulders and arms ripple with strength.

A shiver ran down my spine as I splayed my fingers across my chest, the dark hair soft yet coarse against my palm. My nipples stiffened under my touch, the sensation sparking an unfamiliar but intoxicating heat. I trailed my hand lower, tracing the faint line of hair that led down my stomach, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips.

I turned to the side, marveling at the broadness of my back, the way it tapered into my hips. My hand skimmed over the curve of my biceps, then down to my forearm, where veins snaked beneath the skin, pulsing faintly with life. Every inch of me felt alive, thrumming with energy I’d never known before.

A sudden laugh escaped my lips, low and rich, surprising me with its depth. I couldn’t help but grin, running a hand through my hair, which was thick and slightly messy from sleep. The movement flexed my arm, and I turned back to the mirror, caught up in the intoxicating sight of strength and masculinity. This was me—finally me.

The knock at the door was soft but purposeful, and when I turned, the nurse from earlier stepped in. She was petite but poised, her blonde hair swept into a neat ponytail, her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced at me. I realized I was still shirtless, standing in all my glory, and I couldn’t help but smirk. The confidence in this body felt second nature, like slipping on a well-tailored suit.

“Just checking to see how you’re feeling,” she said, her voice warm but a little breathy. Her eyes lingered on my chest a beat too long before darting away, her blush deepening.

“I’m feeling incredible,” I said, letting my voice drop an octave. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

She chuckled nervously, her hands fiddling with the clipboard she carried. “Well, we do aim to please.”

I stepped closer, the smooth strength of my legs propelling me forward effortlessly. “You’ve done more than that.” I flexed my arm casually, the muscles swelling under my skin. “I’m guessing Liam—uh, I—had an arms workout yesterday. Feel that.” I offered my bicep, and her eyes widened slightly before she hesitantly reached out.

Her fingers brushed my skin, and I tensed the muscle, watching her expression shift as she gave a quiet, appreciative gasp. “Wow,” she murmured. “That’s… impressive.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “All yours to admire.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I let my hand rest lightly on her waist. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the warmth of her body through her scrubs. My touch was gentle, but I knew the strength behind it was unmistakable—controlled, deliberate, intoxicating.

“You’re incredible,” I said softly, my thumb tracing small circles on her side. She shivered under my touch, her gaze locking with mine. The tension in the room was electric, every second stretching out tantalizingly. My hand drifted lower, just brushing the curve of her hip.

I reached for the waistband of my pants, ready to strip down and revel in this moment fully when—

The door burst open with a crash, and I whipped around to see myself—my old self—standing there, wide-eyed and furious.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

[marcnfantasies]

Gamer Night

Ari and Mike were laying on Ari’s bed, bored out of their minds. After getting lunch at one of their favorite spots and taking a long walk through the city in the still hot September sun, they were exhausted. After coming back to Ari’s house they fell on the bed and laid there for about an hour. Thankfully no one else was home, which was not a given. Both guys were broke college students who benefited from their family homes being close to their campus. Mike was an only child, but Ari had a nosy younger brother who was set on disturbing his brother’s relationship every chance he got. Fortunately he was away on a school trip and Ari’s parents left for a few days to visit their office in New York, leaving their oldest son home alone.

Mike slowly turned on the bed and looked at his boyfriend, then groaned quietly.

“God, I need to change my position” he slowly forced his body into a sitting position, balancing on the edge of the bed. “It’s not dark outside yet, we need something to pass the time and laying on the bed won’t cut it for me, I’m afraid.” Ari looked at him and stood up next to the bed. He had to admit Mike looked hot int hat moment, his shirt unbuttoned, exposing his flat stomach and barely visible abs. 

“Sure.” Ari grinned at his boyfriend and grabbed his arm, then pulled to get him standing. “Any ideas?”

“It’s your house, you need to come up with something.” Mike responded, then yawned.

“Sure.” This time Ari’s response was less enthusiastic. He left his bedroom and stood in the middle of the corridor, thinking. “We could cook something?” He shouted back towards his bedroom.

“We’ll burn the kitchen before we make a single edible thing and you know that.” A reply quickly came back.

“Oh, don’t you dare insinuate such things about me. I’m perfectly capable of doing stuff in the kitchen.” Ari rolled his eyes. “I dunno…” His eyes wandered to the entrance to his brother’s room, the door slightly ajar. This gave him an idea. “Hey, you wanna play something on Jason’s PS5?”

“Your brother has a PS5?” Mike stuck his head out of the bedroom he was still in, clearly interested. 

“Why don’t you see for yourself?” Ari smirked in response and opened the door to his brother’s room, letting Mike inside.

“Holy shit” He heard Mike’s reaction instantly “What a setup!”

“Yeah.” Ari entered the room and saw his boyfriend amazed at Jason’s gaming setup - a few consoles, a gaming PC covered in LEDs, all connected to a giant TV hanging from the wall opposite the bed. “The perks of having your parents work in finance, I guess.”

Mike, with his mouth still basically on the floor, moved to the side and looked at Jason’s giant games collection. “That’s… a shit tome of games, it’s insane.”

“That’s the reason he basically never leaves this room” Ari walked up behind Mike and put his chin on his partner’s shoulder. “You see anything interesting? Cause I have no idea what I’m looking at.”

“It seems your brother is a big fan of COD.”

“Of what?” Ari groaned “I need to put up a sign at the entrance - no gaming slang in this house.”

“Call of Duty. Your brother is a big fan of Call Of Duty.” Mike laughed “At least, I assume he is, cause he has a whole shelf filled only with every edition of COD there is.” He pointed and the shelf close to the floor and Ari had to agree with Mike. It was all Call Of Duty. While he was distracted, looking at hall the game boxes, Mike bent down and Ari, still leaning on his boyfriend’s shoulder, lost balance and almost fell down.

“Hey, watch out, gamer boy!” He said after he sat on the floor to be on the same level as Mike, who only laughed and patted Ari on the head.

“You’re gonna be fine” he said and picked up one of the games form the collection. “Huh.”

“What is it?”

“This” Mike put the box in front of Ari’s eyes “I don’t recognize this one.”

“Call Of Duty: Cyber Warfare II” Ari read the title on the box aloud. “Eh, doesn’t ring a bell.”

“Yeah, isn’t that exciting? Your brother has somehow got access to a brand new, possibly unreleased game. And we can play it right now!” Mike was clearly excited and he quickly got up to the console and put the in the game disc.

“Wow, this thing still uses discs?” Ari commented as he sat down on Jason’s bed, which also functioned as a couch.

“I guess so.” Mike joined Ari on the bed, two controllers in his hands. He handed one to his boyfriend and waited for the game to load.

“Didn’t expect to spend the evening learning all about your secret gamer lifestyle” Ari laughed.

“I mean… it’s not like I’m a fanatic or anything, but games allow me to relax form time to time.”

“Sure thing Mr. Gamer, now tell me what to do.” Ari waved his controlled in the direction of the TV, where the starting menu was displayed.

“Yeah, I think we should start with the tutorial first. Get you used to the controls and stuff.” Mike chose the appropriate option and they waited for the training stage to load.

They spend the next few hours in front of the TV, Mike trying to teach Ari the basics of playing a shooter with a controller. It didn’t go terribly and after a while both were ready to move on front eh tutorial, so they played a couple stages front he campaign and even tried to get into an online match, but the servers were not working, which made sense - the game was most likely a special pre-release copy and the infrastructure was not yet ready.

Both guys ended up falling asleep, first Ari after he put his head on Mike’s lap “for just a moment”, with his boyfriend following not long after. They slept while the game was still on, the glare from the TV not disturbing them in any way.

Ari opened his eyes. Then he closed them again. Something was not right. He blinked a couple of times. Where was he? Certainly not in his brother’s bedroom where he was sure he fell asleep. He was… what was this place? He didn’t recognize it, and it seemed like his eyes were playing with him because every object seemed to have this weird sort of texture. He looked around. It was some kind of deserted area, a forest in the distance and a bunch of old buildings and car wrecks in front of him. What the fuck was— Oh god! Wasn’t this the tutorial stage format he game he played with Mike? Ari turned around to make sure. Yeah, this was the exact same place!

What was happening? Why did it seem like he was transported into the game world? And what did he have to do to wake up form this bizarre dream? Ari looked down and sure enough, he was wearing full combat gear that he recognized form when he was playing the game with Mike. 

He started walking around the area, wanting to make absolutely sure this was indeed the tutorial stage. And all signs pointed to one answer - yes. Walking itself felt weird, not only because his body didn’t feel quite “right”, but also because this avatar was higher that Ari was. And bulkier, the avatar was certainly bulkier. Ari stopped for a moment and looked at his new body again. He put his arm in a flexing position and his eyes widened as he saw the bulky muscle moving under the uniform.

Ari was suddenly transported to a different side of the building. He wanted to move and continue his exploration, but he couldn’t. His body was stuck in some weird idling loop, moving the weight of his body form one leg to another, and checking on the rifle he was holding once in a while. It was hell, not being able to control his own body, instead he was stuck looking into the distance.

After god knows how long, something happened. Another avatar appeared in front of him. It was another soldier, but with visibly less gear than Ari. The other character looked around. Ari tried to say something to get his attention, but he wasn’t able to. He then realized there was a tag above the other avatar’s head. “Player”. Oh shit. Ari tried to look up, to see if he also had a tag above his head, but again - he could not move, stuck in that stupid animation loop.

The player slowly walked closer to him and suddenly Ari’s body moved to a different position and he felt his mouth moving.

“Come on, rookie. You gotta move. We have to take that target!” This was not his voice. It was low and rugged, nothing like Ari’s highish pitch. The player’s avatar nodded and started moving towards the building. After a moment Ari’s body started moving as well, turning around and walking behind the player. When they both entered the building Ari’s hands put his rifle close to his face and pointed it forward, constantly scanning the space around him. It didn’t take long for Ari to realize that he was the NPC that was leading players through the first tutorial stage. 

Mike slowly opened his eyes with a loud yawn. He then stretched his arms, which felt weirdly sore. He thought for a moment why would that be. Oh right, he did an evening workout yesterday. Huhuhuhuh, he was suck a dumbass sometimes. He raised his arm and flexed his beefy biceps, because why the hell not, he was a fuckin' hot brah. He then sniffed his pits. Damn, he reeked. He must have forgotten to get a shower. That scenario made more sense when Mike realized that the TV was turned on, with the main menu of one of the Call of Duty games was on screen. Mike chuckled and looked around for the controller. He must have decided to try out the new game only to fall asleep before he even got to the first stage. 

With the controller now back in his hand Mike decided to shower later and choose the “New Game” option in the menu. A character creator appeared in front of him, but Mike didn’t care about that stuff, he only wanted to shoot some bad guys, so he didn’t change anything in the avatar that appeared on the screen, eager to just play.

Finally, he was transported to the first real stage of the game. He groaned when he saw the words “Tutorial Stage” appear on the screen, but then shrugged and started playing. An NPC was running alongside him, sometimes giving him basic advice about how to use his weapon, how to sneak, how to change rifles. It was all stuff Mike knew form years of playing shooters like this one, so he ignored the one-liners form the gruff soldier and he quickly captured the target and moved on to the next map, quickly forgetting about the boring-ass tutorial mission.

Ari reached the end of the tutorial stage and turned towards the player. This took way less time than Ari remember it took him and Mike to get through this stage.

“Good job, recruit. You’re ready for the next mission.” Ari, or rather the NPC that Ari now inhabited, growled at the player. The other avatar then froze and disappeared quickly after, probably having been teleported to the next stage. Ari meanwhile was now alone in the ruins, but he regained control over his body. He used this opportunity to explore his new form. He was wearing full camo, a tactical vest with a ton of gear attached to it, a radio antenna sticking out next to his arm. He was holding a rifle and had access to a handgun, that stayed in a holster attached to his leg. But Ari focused most on the bulk that he was now carrying. Having been a proud twink before all… this, it was a change to now inhabit the body of a ripped soldier. He very quickly got used to it though and found himself flexing his various newly acquired muscles, loving the way his uniform bulged as me moved his arms and legs.

Suddenly, Ari froze and was then transported back to the beginning of the map but he saw no player avatar next to him. He was once again stuck in an animation loop, this time a mix of checking on his gun, looking around and flexing his arm. Though as time passed and there were no players in sight, Ari began to worry that maybe something went wrong. Maybe the game glitched and he would be stuck in this spot forever.

Then he hears a weird, robotic voice. Debugging algorithm activated. He didn't know wiat direction it was coming from… or maybe it was inside his head? He couldn’t say for sure.

His body suddenly froze in the middle of an idling animation, his arms stuck holding his rifle in front of him. Ari tried to move, but he was unable to. He couldn’t speak, move even one finger or blink. What the fuck was going on?

Then he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head as if someone injected a needle inside his skull. It felt terrible, but he had no way of stopping it. He was now at the mercy of the game.

As he waited for something to happen he realized that his mind became awfully quiet. No random thoughts about his jacked arms, no desperate planning on how to escape this nightmare, nothing. He was just standing, waiting for something to happen. This alarmed him, but before his anxiety could escalate, the voice spoke again. Operator TR#001067 requires additional reconditioning. What the fuck was that supposed to mean? Was the voice talking to him? Ari had no idea what was happening and… wait.

Wait wait wait.

He suddenly realized he couldn’t remember his name. How the fuck could this be? He was… his name was… he…

Operator TR#001067. That was his name. But was it? It didn’t sound like—

Operator TR#001067. Yeah, that was certainly his name. His ID number was right there.

His mind was then flooded with clear memories of countless different scenarios for the tutorial stage, every possible player choice now ingrained in his head. At the same time, his memories of everything that happened before, of his family, his house, Mike, it disappeared behind a thick fog. He still felt like he was not where he was supposed to be but—

Of course he was exactly where he was supposed to be. He was... he was... it was.. Yes, it was—

Another player spawned next to Operator TF#001067, activating its dialog. The NPC turned around and faced the newcomer.

“Come on, rookie. You gotta move. We have to take that target!”

[marcnfantasies]

Gym dudes

I always love to take over a young gym dude after they have finished a long workout. This guy Bradley was ripe for me today. He didn't feel me slip into him as he was so focused on taking selfies for his socials.

It only took me a good 30 seconds as it turns out his smarts were low, he was the typical gym rat with barely and IQ, all his money comes from his private OF which is now mine to enjoy.

His memories were basic, his tastes were basic. His entire life was easy to shape around my needs and personality, I could make an absolute fortune from being in his body.

I felt so well pumped from that gym session. Sorry it was your last and the first of many for me, Bradley. Don't worry, I'm going to consume your soul soon so I will become you permanently, no need to cry like a bitch. You gym studs were born to serve me, in a few years I will hop into a young stud again but I'm now Bradley for a few years.

Right, let's go home and check out my body in full and get some more selfies for OF. It's my main income now, so I got to keep this going.

Easy life! Gym and OF, just need to find some guys to fuck around with now!

[marcnfantasies]

[marcnfantasies]

A Firstborn with Second Thoughts (A Body Swap Story)

Note: Lucky for you if you saw the original post (which was flagged for some reason?), here's a definitely more SFW version I guess haha

(Brandon) 

(Tom)

My name is Brandon, and I have an older brother named Tom. We’re brothers, but you wouldn’t think so at first glance because we look so different. Tom is tall, broad-shouldered, and muscular, while I’m shorter, thinner, and lack his athletic build. Our personalities are just as contrasting—he’s outgoing, carefree, and not exactly the sharpest tool in the shed, whereas I’m bookish, reserved, and tend to overthink things. Despite our differences, we’ve always had a relatively good relationship. He’d tease me sometimes, but never in a mean-spirited way, and I’d help him with his homework when he got stuck. We had a balance, and it worked.

However, when Tom went off to college, things took a turn. He fell in with a reckless crowd—guys who cared more about drinking, partying, and skipping class than actually studying.

(Tom having fun in college) 

It wasn’t like he was ever the academic type, but his natural charisma had always carried him through. That didn’t work in college. Without discipline or structure, his grades plummeted. My parents were livid, especially my father, who had worked hard to send Tom to a good school. They weren’t about to let all that money go to waste. Meanwhile, I was in my senior year of high school, excelling academically, and on track to get into a prestigious university. I knew my parents wished Tom had my dedication, but I never expected them to take such drastic action to fix things.

When Tom came home for the holidays, our parents sat us down for a serious talk. They explained their plan: they were going to use a secret family heirloom—a body-swapping talisman—to switch our bodies. 

I thought they were joking at first, but when I saw how grave my father’s expression was, I knew they meant it. Tom was furious, shouting that this was insane, while I sat there in shock, unable to process what they were saying. Before we could protest any further, my father held up the talisman and muttered a phrase in a language I didn’t recognize. Everything went dark.

When I woke up, I felt... different. My sheets felt tight, my body felt heavier.

(Brandon waking up) 

Confused, I sat up and noticed that my clothes—my usual loose-fitting boxers—were now straining against a larger frame. I glanced down and saw muscular legs where my thin ones should have been. 

Panic surged through me, and I stumbled out of bed, rushing to the mirror. The reflection staring back at me wasn’t mine—it was Tom’s. His chiseled jaw, his deep-set eyes, his broad chest. It was me. I was him. 

A scream from the next room startled me—my scream. I ran to Tom’s room and found my old body flailing in oversized clothes. Tom—now in my body—looked horrified.

Our parents were waiting for us in the living room, prepared for our reactions. They handed us each a bag containing our new belongings—phones, wallets, even keys to our respective rooms. We were expected to swap everything, down to our names. “From now on, you will call each other by your new names,” my father ordered. “No slip-ups. Act like nothing happened. If you disobey, this arrangement will last even longer.” I looked at Tom, my former self, and saw the helplessness in his eyes. But what choice did we have?

That night, I sat in Tom’s room, getting acquainted with his life. I stood in front of the mirror, my breath shallow as I took in the reflection that wasn’t mine. Tom’s face—my face now—stared back at me, a mix of confusion and curiosity in those deep-set brown eyes. I lifted a hand to touch my jaw, feeling the rough stubble beneath my fingertips. My old face had been smooth, youthful, almost delicate. But this? This was strong, angular, rugged. My fingers traced the defined cheekbones, the squared jaw, the broader nose that gave me a more commanding presence. Even the way my eyebrows furrowed looked different—more intense, more... powerful. 

Even my posture felt different, more naturally dominant. My legs, too—thicker, stronger. My calves flexed with every slight movement, and my feet… even they felt bigger, more grounded. I wiggled my toes, marveling at how different they looked, longer and more substantial than my old ones.  

In the next few days, I stood in front of Tom’s closet, my fingers brushing against the rows of neatly folded shirts and stacks of jeans. Everything felt bigger, heavier. I grabbed one of his t-shirts and pulled it over my head. The fabric stretched comfortably across my broader chest and arms, fitting perfectly in a way my old clothes never had. 

Downstairs, Tom—now in my old body—stood awkwardly in my usual hoodie and sneakers, fidgeting with the sleeves. “This is so weird,” he muttered, staring at me like he was looking in a funhouse mirror. “We actually have to go out like this?”

I smirked, grabbing the keys to his car. “Unless you suddenly know how to drive, yeah.”

His scowl deepened, but he followed me outside without another word. As I slid into the driver’s seat, the leather felt familiar yet new beneath me. I adjusted the mirrors, and for a split second, I caught my reflection—Tom’s reflection—staring back at me from the rearview mirror then I looked at the pedals and loved my new perspective. I grinned. “Let’s go.”

We pulled into town, and from the moment we stepped out of the car, it was like I had stepped into a whole new world. “Yo, Tom!” Someone waved at me from across the street, and without hesitation, I lifted a hand in response. A couple of guys I vaguely recognized from Tom’s social media clapped me on the back as I walked by, greeting me with easy confidence.

“Tom, man, you hitting the gym later?” one of them asked.

I laughed, flexing an arm instinctively. “You know it.”

The words rolled off my tongue effortlessly, and it felt… right. No one questioned me. No one looked past me. They saw Tom—the strong, charismatic, confident guy. And for the first time in my life, I wasn’t just the shy, smart little brother. I was someone people noticed. Someone people respected.

Tom, trailing slightly behind me in my old body, kept shifting uncomfortably. He barely spoke, barely made eye contact. The contrast between us was stark. I had spent my whole life in his shadow, and now, here he was—quiet, uncertain, small. And me? I was the one towering over him, leading the way.

As we drove back home, I caught my reflection in the window once more. The smirk on my face wasn’t just Tom’s. It was mine. I dropped my brother home and proceeded to the gym.

Eventually, I had to go to college and college life as Tom was surprisingly easy. I went to his classes, aced his exams, and even managed to keep up his social life. His friends were shocked at how “responsible” I had become, but they admired it. My parents were pleased with my performance, thinking they had fixed Tom’s future. What they didn’t know was that I still partied—I just balanced it better than Tom ever did. I was living his life better than he ever could.

Meanwhile, Tom struggled in my old life. He hated the long study sessions, the lack of social outings, the expectation to be quiet and diligent. He constantly complained, but he knew that failing to keep up my grades would mean a prolonged swap. I tried to encourage him, but he was miserable. He didn’t want my life. But the more time passed, the less I wanted to give his back.

Months went by, and I grew more attached to my new life. I loved the strength, the confidence, the admiration. When I came home for the semester break, Tom stared at me and muttered, “You even look bigger.” I smirked and shrugged. “Kept up your gym routine.”

My parents announced that they had decided to extend the swap indefinitely, claiming that everything was better this way. Tom clenched his fists, but he had no choice but to accept it. Me? I was secretly thrilled.

Later that night, I found Tom sitting on the edge of my—his—bed, hunched over with his elbows on his knees. His expression was distant, frustrated. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over my chest. “Alright,” I said, breaking the silence. “Let’s go over some things.”  

Tom let out an annoyed sigh. “Seriously?”  

I nodded, stepping inside and shutting the door. “Yes, seriously. You keep slipping up, and if we mess this up, Dad will keep us like this even longer. So, let’s make sure you know who you are.” I sat across from him, leveling him with a firm gaze. “What’s your name?”  

He gritted his teeth, then mumbled, “Brandon.”  

“Louder.”  

“Brandon,” he said again, voice bitter.  

“Good. How old are you?”  

He shifted uncomfortably. “Eighteen.”  

I tilted my head. “And I am?”  

His jaw tightened. “Twenty.”  

“Who’s the older brother?”  

He swallowed hard before answering. “You are.”  

A small smirk tugged at my lips. “That’s right. And what do you like to do in your free time?”  

Tom hesitated before mumbling, “Study. Read. Play strategy games.” The words sounded foreign coming from his mouth—my mouth.  

“And what do I like to do?” I asked, pressing further.  

His fists clenched in his lap. “Work out. Party. Hang out with friends.”  

I nodded approvingly. “See? You’re getting the hang of it.” I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “Listen, you need to start thinking of yourself as Brandon. You need to act like him, talk like him, live like him. The more you resist, the harder it’ll be. The sooner you accept it, the easier your life will be.”  

Tom looked up at me, and for the first time, I saw something in his eyes I hadn’t expected—defeat. A reluctant acceptance of what was happening. He exhaled slowly and muttered, “Fine.”  

“Good,” I said, standing up. “Now, repeat after me. ‘I am Brandon. I am eighteen. I’m the younger brother.’”  

Tom clenched his jaw, but he obeyed. “I am Brandon. I am eighteen. I’m the younger brother.”  

“And I am?”  

He swallowed hard. “You are Tom. You are twenty. You are the older brother.”  

I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. “Now you’re getting it.”  

As I walked out of the room, I felt a deep satisfaction settle in my chest. The more Tom accepted his new role, the more permanent it all felt. And honestly? That was exactly what I wanted. To solidify this, I changed all his social media passwords, cutting off any connection he had to his old life. If he wanted to live as me, he had to fully embrace it. I wasn’t going to let him live vicariously through the life I had made better.

One evening, after dinner, I found my dad in his study, sipping a glass of whiskey while reading through some paperwork. He barely looked up when I stepped inside, only acknowledging me with a small nod. I hesitated for a moment before speaking.  

“Dad,” I began, keeping my voice steady, “how long do you plan on keeping us like this?”  

He sighed, setting his glass down with a soft clink. “I haven’t given it much thought,” he admitted, leaning back in his chair. “But everything is working out, so why change it?”  

His words settled over me like a warm blanket. I nodded, suppressing the grin threatening to creep onto my face. I had expected some vague reassurance that this was temporary, but instead, he was practically confirming what I had already been feeling—this wasn’t temporary at all.  

Dad stood up and, to my surprise, pulled me into a firm hug. “I’m proud of you, son,” he said, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it.  

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. He had never said those words to me before—not when I aced my exams, not when I won academic competitions, not even when I got accepted into top-tier colleges. But now, as Tom, as his firstborn, he finally said it. And for the first time, I truly felt like his eldest son.  

As I stepped back, I saw the way he looked at me—with pride, with respect. It was a look he had never given the old Brandon. And maybe that was why I felt no guilt when I realized I didn’t want to go back.  

Dad was happy. The new Brandon had adjusted. And I… I loved this. Being Tom felt right. More and more, it was starting to feel like a permanent arrangement. And honestly? I was perfectly okay with that.

The End.

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You Have The Making Of A Prince

There is a major storm that was looming. It's going to be raining for a few days. I could hear a horse pulling a carriage down the path.. A lone old man guiding his horse. He's trying to find shelter before the storm.

The king's castle is the first place he approaches. With the village down below. The sky is dark with flashes of lightning and roar of thunder. It can be seen off in the distance as it approaches.

He knocks on the door of the castle, seeking shelter. The servant answered the door as the young prince approached.

Fill man was sitting in a chair. Prince Roland lookd at the old man sitting in wooden chair.

The storm hasn't started. I don't see why you can't make it all the way down to the village. I'm sure there is room in one of the Inns.

Old man stood up. Pleae your highness, I beg of you. Is your father here. May I speak with the king.

My father is out. He'll be gone for a few days , I am in charge. I think we are done here.You can see yourself out.

I was standing outside by the door when the old man came out. I could hear his plead. But Prince Roland would not hear of it.

I am sorry, sir. He can be quite rude. He is known to be selfish and quite self centered.

If you like, you can stay with me , there is more than plenty of room.

That's very kind of you. I need to get my horse undercovered, too.

If you follow me to the stables , my quarters is adjoining. My position here is to take care of the stables.

I tried to limit my encounters with the prince as much as I could.

Please make yourself comfortable. If you need me to fetch anything from your carriage, I'll be happy to.

We are such a fine gentleman. You're quite polite and proper for your servant. You're about the same age as the prince, aren't you.

Yes, sir. I am.

I think you would make a better prince than he would be.

I smiled at him for his complimen.

I don't know how long you've been traveling, but I'm about to may have dinner. Would you like to join me.

During the meal. We chatted quite a bit about the prince and myself. All I learned from old man was that his name was Henry. I could also call him Harry if I preferred..

We chatted into the evening.As the storm roared outside. And the fire dimmed in the fireplace.

The next morning, he wants to try something. There was a temporary break in the storm.

I didn't know what he was talking about.But he wanted to be in the castle near the prince but unseen. At first, I didn't know what he was doing, and then he cast the spell.

I think this is better. Let's give it a try.

I looked down and I saw myself wearing the prince's clothes.

I looked over where the prince who was standing looking out the window, and he was wearing mine. He was frozen like a statue looking out the window.

I couldn't see his face.

That's when Harry said . Go and view yourself looking glass.

It was more than wearing the prince's clothes. I had his face. His body.

He goes, "Listen to yourself."

I was talking and I heard the prince's voice.

I walked towards him, and he noticed my walk was different. I had the prince's mannerisms, too.

Harry said. The long you stay this way, the more you become him. And remember. How to be him.

Why did you do this?

Well, right now. It's just a test. But if I make it happened, for real. You are definitely a better version of him.

You have to learn so much more than just stepping into someone's life. You need to study them. To learn his life.

You do gain hiss knowledge and memories. And as for his mannerism, as you can see. People will not be able to tell you from him. But.

Since you're on the castals ground , you've been studying for some time without knowing it. When we first met you told me all about him. Even though it was just a few words. My encounter with him. From your kind greeting. Often you're camber space for me to share with you due to the storm. As more are on the way.

You seem to have taken on his mannerisms and his gift of language quite well as we talk. In this short time, you're such a better version of him. You as him the king would be proud of.

If you don't mind , I'd like to continue your lessons over the next few days. We can't make any abrupt change into his household.

They would notice something different about them too quickly. But for now you'll be the prince for a few hours getting used to being him. Over the next few days.

Then you'll put on his sleeping garment, and I will switch you back. As he sleeps in his bed. He will wake up in the morning like nothing happened.

Like I said , this is just a test of many.

The rains have stopped for now. The Prince has been cooped up in the castle, and he wanted to go for a ride. And had me prepare a horse for him.

As you tode off Harry and I wrote behind him off in the distance. Trying not to be detected but to get him alone.

At one point, he took a break. He got off his horse. He was getting a drink of water and stretching his legs when we approached quietly.

That's when Harry cast his spell. From that moment , he almost lost his footing.. or should I say I.

I was standing there as the prince. I'm wearing his clothes again. The prince himself was turned into a falcon.

You couldn't warn me again when you do this. Harry, where are you?

I am in your body right now. I will pass as your squire. I turn my own body into a falcon and put the prince inside.

Today, we will see how you do in public. We'll ride from town to town and village to village.

See how they react to you as the prince. Since your demeanor is so much kinder, and caring. It actually makes you quite charming

I can't believe how much I have learned. Just being him.

Like I said, the more we do this, the more you'll become him.

Over said two weeks, we have done this many times. I don't even think the prince knows. He is in bed when the change is made.

Harry had to move on. But he said he would be returning soon. But before he left. He gave me a gift. A beautiful necklace with a blue stone. It was more than a necklace. It gave me the power to become the prince at my will.

The only problem is that the powers are limited. It'll switch to our body. And I will become him. But then I have to switch our clothes myself. It seems he is not to get that spell quite right. He said when you made me the gift.

Keep studying him. I'll be back soon.

The king had returned just in time. That's in time for the festival. There are also games. Especially the joust.

The prince was signed up for the games.

The whole event was out in the field by the castle. Every knight, they had their own tent a place to rest and prepare.

I noticed the prince's man left leaving him alone.

It's time to test out my gift. I did what Harry instructed. I pointed it right at him and did the spell.

Before I knew it. He was just standing there frozen. I could see the problem. He was in my body. But still in his armor. If Harry did the trick, that would be me.

I stood at the tree line and took off all my clothes. The area was clear no one was around. I headed for the prince. I guided him back into the tent.

I just disrobed him there and got myself dressed as him. I need to hide his body. What should I say, my body. There were 3 trunks over in the corner.

I empty one out and placed him inside, and locked it.

As a walk to the playing field. The King was standing there waiting for me. See me as his son.

I don't know what it was, but I felt amazing. A strong energy poured through me. Like I should be the prince.

My performance out in the field was amazing. I perform very well. King was very proud. And I won many awards. Everyone Loved me. Cheering me on throughout the whole da.y.

Quite a few people noticed my personality changed. I wasn't so mean and stuck up, so rude and impolite.

I was walking to my tent. When I saw Harry standing there by the entrance. I gave him a warm greeting. He knew I wasn't the real prince but his friend.

I've been watching you all weekend. You've been performing quite well.You're quite skilled.

I looked at Harry. Even a stable hand knows how to handle a horse. And I smiled at him.

He knew it was me. He asked me how many times I had changed into the prince. I've used hIs gift a few times. I'm hoping nobody comes by as I stripped him of his clothes so I can get them on.

It told you the more you're him, the more you've become him. Sorry, my gift was not working as planned. You were supposed to do a complete swap as if I were here.

By the way where is the prince.

We walked into the tent, and I pointed at the third chest, the one with the lock. He's inside.

How long has he been in there. Or should I say. How long have you been the prince.

Ohhh. For the whole festival, so far. Before the first event.

I guess you're not turning back. You're the prince now.

What do you mean? I thought I just do it for the festival.

I think it's going to stay this way. You can't turn back now. His men have already loaded up the trucks and headed back toward the castle.

Then the Prince and Harry got back up on their horses. Following the carriage back to the palace.

As they are crossing the drawbridge. Harry made a gesture. The trunk that the real prince. Who was presently in the stable hands body. Slid off the carriage and fell over the side and into the water, and sank directly to the bottom. It's unable to be seen from above.

No one noticed it fall into the water. But for Harry.

The prince riding next to Harry felt to rush through him. I am Prince Randall.

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Stepdad and son time

-Calm down old man, A cigarette won't ruin “My” body-

My stepfather Steve smiled confidently at me and then flexed his huge arms just to reinforce his point.

-I even think they are a little bigger than the last time you saw them, right Steve?-

Despite being outdoors the powerful aroma that came from the smoke reached my nose, that aroma was so familiar, but at the same time it was different I could remember the taste, however I had never tasted one. It was the old and dry lips of my stepfather, those Who remembered the delicious and soothing taste of that horrible habit.

-Oh! How rude I have been... Do you want any of this?? -

Steve took a couple of steps towards me and held the cigarette towards my face, the same face he had left behind 3 years ago. I'm not sure how he did it, but I have no doubt that he is to blame for what I now look like. As an overweight, middle-aged Southern man, I couldn't resist the soothing taste of a good cigarette.

Suddenly my mind relaxed and all the hatred I felt for the guy who had ruined my life vanished. Steve looks as damn happy and confident as the last time I saw him. We continue fishing, drinking and talking as if we were really a couple. Stepfather and his son having a good time, son of a bitch…

When I lived with my mom, he and I never got along well, sometimes we went days without talking even if our room was only a couple of meters away. To me, Steve was just a lazy idiot who was lucky to find someone like my mom.

Although my mom tried to get us closer multiple times, she didn't succeed, Steve and I were very different. I used to be a sports fan, I spent time with my friends playing all day or sweating in the gym, but all that changed when I turned 21 years old, Steve suddenly began to take an interest in my life in a somewhat obsessive way. He started watching the videos I posted about my workouts on Instagram and looking at my friends' profiles.

But the most obvious proof that he was the cause of all this was that just a week after we "mysteriously" woke up in the other's body, Steve left the house in the middle of the night with my motorcycle, the selfish bastard. The only thing he left me was his social security number and a small message:

“I'm sorry that we couldn't find out what caused us to exchange our bodies, but I think we should both continue with our lives. Take care of your mother and don't worry... I'll go visit.”

Since that day my life has been shit, I don't know what the fuck he did to me, but since that day I've had to fight every day with that little voice in my head That makes me act like an idiot, Sometimes and all I can think about is How damn hot it is in the house and how good I could use a six-pack of beer. I guess he thought he would do me a favor by doing that to me to blend in more, or maybe I'm just his trash can where he dumped his shitty habits including his taste in women and Susan, my mother.

Every night before I go to sleep I try to be so fucking drunk that I forget what I do at night with my own mother and when I can't get my mother to give me money for the beers I masturbate furiously in the bathroom to relieve my desire for the disgusting sex with mom

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I’ve never quite been able to grow much body hair, and I always feel so envious whenever I see someone with a thick beard or ever just a fuzzy chest. I’d love some more hair and maybe even some muscle, too.

Ask and you shall receive, just know there are no refunds, returns or  exchanges.

You wake up in the morning, your chest feeling heavy, scratchy and completely unlike its usual self. Opening your eyes, the first thing you see are the massive, hairy mounds that have replaced your usual flat, smooth chest.  When you sit up in shock, their weight along with the surprise momentum is too much and you actually tip forward, face thumping on the mattress below.

Steadying yourself more carefully this time, you manage to sit up properly and get a good look at just what you’re dealing with...or at least, part of it. You can’t see anything below your now massive, hairy pecs. With awkward, clumsy steps, you get up out of bed and waddle over to your washroom and get a look at your new body for the first time.

You can’t help but gasp when you see your new body. It’s everything you’ve looked at and lusted over and then some, ESPECIALLY in the chest area.  Running your now wider hands along your furry pecs, you let out a low, shaking moan. They’re more sensitive than they’ve ever been in your life....so sensitive, in fact, that they might give the head of your cock a run for its money. 

Suddenly, your eyes catch the clock and you’re overcome with a deep sense of anxiety. You’re going to be late for work if you don’t get a move on. You find yourself putting on your regular clothes, save for being in a larger size, and from what you can tell, your job has remained unchanged by your wish. Rather than driving to work, however, you find yourself head out the door in a loud, clumsy jog. 

You’re keenly aware just how much your pecs are bouncing with each and every step, but you can’t stop yourself from trudging on. You’re already several blocks from your house when you realize that your top has changed since you left the front door. The neck has dipped down into a dramatic U, giving the world full view of your trembling, fuzzy pecs.  

You’re only just starting to get used to the idea of running with your tits hanging out for all to see when something even weirder happens. The men you jog past start to cat call you. They whistle, hoot and shout invitations for you to come back to their place sometime, some even meet your eyes and your body nods back, giving them the green light to reach out and grope your sweat-slick pecs as you run on by.

You’re so embarrassed by the time you get to work that you’re all the way to your cubicle before you realize, your clothes have changed once more. They’ve shifted to a dark blue deep U shirt along with a tiny pair of cloth shorts, also in blue.  The stranger sitting in your cubicle gives you a bit of a look, as if he’s expecting you to do something. That’s when you remember! You were in such a hurry to start your rounds that you totally forgot your mail cart. What good’s a mail boy without his mail?

You give a nervous little chuckle and jiggle your pecs at the man in the cubicle.

“Just one of those mornings… Sorry, i’ll be back with your mail in a second.”

The man just gives a little laugh and nods, slapping your ass when you turn to leave, forcing another moan out of your mouth. You’d been so forused on your new pecs that you didn’t realize just how sensitive your ass is now, but you don’t have time to deal with that right now, there’s mail to be delivered!

You spend the rest of the morning walking through the office, handing out mail and receiving gropes, pinches and slaps in return, which always gets a flatted moan or giggle out of you in response.   By the time lunch rolls around, you’re so worked up that you’re ready to burst out of your shorts. It’s a good thing the mail room is pretty deserted around this time of the day, it would make the slew of guys who’re about to start dropping by to tit fuck you a lot more conscious otherwise.

Well, I should let you go and enjoy your new life, hope it’s something along the lines of what you were wanting. If not, I'm always here for more wishes. Source _____

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Its my first time participating in a fantasy football draft with my buddies and honestly I have no clue about football. So I tried to use the Chronivac to give me a better understanding of football but it just auto-filtered to "football player fantasy." I have no idea what that means and there's a countdown I can't pause. My buddies are coming over for the draft soon and idk what to do! Please advise!

Bro, you're like the ultimate football guru! Your homies are gonna be blown away. No one’s ever gonna question your skills, man. You legit ARE football. Or you were, until that gnarly knee injury… But hey, you're crushing it as a coach now. And a die-hard Chiefs fan, too. I mean, who isn’t if they know what’s up in football, right?

Bro, that six-pack was lit… Now it’s just a glorious beer belly. Your homies still got mad love for you. That’s why the champ of game night gets to hook up. For a little extra motivation, you ditch the jersey. Have a blast, dude!

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The Body Swap Experiment (Dave's POV) Part 2

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The next few days were a whirlwind of anticipation. I could hardly contain my excitement, my mind racing with thoughts of the new life that awaited me. I still had to go to work, of course—if Cody suddenly showed up in my place, people would be downright confused. So, while I went about my usual routine, Cody, bless him, handled all the ironing and prep work for me. Watching him do these tasks, his face drawn with unease, made the waiting game all the more enjoyable.

I couldn’t resist teasing him every chance I got. “It’s so strange, isn’t it?” I’d say with a sly grin. “We’re not in the correct bodies. Don’t worry, though—Doctor Larry is going to fix all of that very soon.” The way his jaw clenched every time I said it was almost too satisfying.

One evening, as he handed me a freshly ironed shirt, I smirked and quipped, “Why’d you steal my body, Dad? Trying to relive the glory days?” He didn’t respond, but the flicker of frustration in his eyes was enough to keep me grinning.

Another time, as I sat on the couch, I sighed dramatically. “I really miss my friends, Dad,” I said, emphasizing the word. “I just want to hang out with the guys again, you know, once I’m back in my body.”

Cody shot me a glare but said nothing. I pressed on, unable to help myself. “Thank God Doctor Larry promised this next swap will be permanent. I never want you in my body again, and I definitely never want to be out of it again.” The tension in the air was palpable, and I reveled in it.

Each comment, each loaded exchange, felt almost tantric, a slow build of anticipation and power. I was counting down the hours to the big day.

Finally, the morning of the swap arrived. I was so excited that I woke up at 5 a.m., my mind buzzing with energy. I decided to give this body one last hurrah. After all, it had served me well, and I wanted to send it off in style. I picked out my best shirt, a snug fit that accentuated my chest and arms, and paired it with tight pants that hugged my ass. I even spent some time trimming and grooming, ensuring everything was neat and presentable for its new owner.

When Cody—my soon-to-be new body—finally came down the stairs, his shoulders were hunched, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night. I couldn't help but grin. I leaned casually against the counter, the picture of calm anticipation, and greeted him with a cheery, "You ready?" I even threw in a wink, which made him flinch slightly. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"It's a shame to leave Mom," I said, my tone full of mock regret. I tugged at the hem of my perfectly chosen shirt, letting the fabric stretch across my chest. "But I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad." The emphasis on "Dad" made his face darken with frustration, but he stayed quiet. He was always the quiet one.

I had one more little surprise for him. I pulled out a neatly folded stack of clothes I’d bought earlier in the week, holding them out with a sly smile. “Here,” I said, placing the bundle in his reluctant hands. “This is what I want to be wearing when I wake up in your body.” Tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, chosen specifically to show off my soon-to-be muscular arms and lean frame. The thought of finally living in his youthful body, dressed the way I always wanted, sent a thrill through me.

Cody’s eyes flicked down to the clothes, his expression one of horror. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied smoothly. “I’ve got to make a good first impression, don’t I? Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you’re going to be me, so you can wear whatever you want. You might even like my suits.”

His hands trembled slightly as he clutched the clothes, and I couldn’t help but enjoy his visible discomfort. This was my moment, my chance to reclaim the life I deserved. And I was going to savor every second of it.

“Better hurry up and change,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Doctor Larry’s waiting, and we wouldn’t want to be late for the big day.”

We arrived at the clinic, the sterile white walls and soft hum of machinery making the air feel thick with anticipation. Dr. Larry greeted us with a knowing smile, his clipboard tucked under one arm as he motioned us toward a small changing area. “Welcome, gentlemen. Today’s the big day,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead and change into these gowns, and I’ll explain the final steps.”

He handed each of us a folded gown, the fabric soft but clinical. As I held it, I glanced at Cody—my soon-to-be former body—and couldn’t help but notice the tension in his posture. He seemed torn between resignation and disbelief as he reluctantly accepted the gown.

I stepped into the changing area, quickly pulling off my clothes. It felt strange knowing this would be the last time I’d ever wear them. As I tied the gown around my waist, I peeked through the crack in the curtain to see Cody, his movements slow and deliberate as he undressed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of satisfaction. This body was about to be mine.

When Cody turned, I caught a glimpse of his face, flushed and visibly uncomfortable. His breathing was shallow, his gaze shifting nervously. That’s when I noticed it—my soon-to-be former body was reacting. He was turned on.

I suppressed a smirk. “You all right, Dad?” I asked, letting the word hang in the air.

Cody stiffened, his eyes darting toward me. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice tight.

I stepped closer, letting my own excitement show in the way I moved, deliberate and confident. “It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed,” I said, my tone dripping with mock concern. “After all, this is a pretty big deal. I mean, just think—soon you’ll be me, and I’ll be you.” I gestured to my own cock with a grin. “It’s only natural to feel a little... charged up.” Honestly, he should be happy, my dick is definitely bigger than his.

Several doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrodes were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I yelled. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “... will be yours..." Then, everything went dark.

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Suddenly, I found myself standing in what felt like a dream. Clouds surrounded me, soft and endless, brushing against my toes. In front of me stood my son, looking startled and out of place. I couldn’t help but smile—the biggest grin spread across my face as a bright light began to radiate from beneath me, rising through the clouds like something divine.

Instinctively, I reached behind my back and grabbed the rope I had been holding. Without hesitation, I swung one end at him, letting it fly through the air like a bolas. The rope wrapped around him perfectly, tying him up completely. I felt a surge of joy and began laughing as I pulled him toward me, the rope coiling tighter with every yank. My laughter echoed through the glowing clouds as I tugged faster and harder, watching him struggle against the pull.

He planted his feet, trying to stop the momentum, but the clouds offered no resistance. I saw him slip and fall onto his back, gasping as the pull grew stronger. Closer and closer he came, the light engulfing us both. My strength surged one final time, and I yanked the rope with everything I had. He flew toward me, colliding with my chest, and in that moment, I felt his essence begin to merge with mine.

I embraced the feeling as his body dissolved into mine, his energy becoming one with my own. My larger, stronger form absorbed him completely, and I let out a deep, joyous laugh.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” I called out, my voice echoing faintly as I faded into the brilliant light.

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I woke up with a rush of euphoria, an overwhelming sense of joy coursing through me. Everything felt... different. Better. I glanced down at myself and couldn’t help but grin. My new, younger body was incredible—strong, light, and energized. My hands roamed over my torso and arms, marveling at the tautness of my skin, the firmness of my muscles. It felt unreal, like a dream, but every sensation confirmed it was real.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the movement felt effortless. No aches, no stiffness—just pure vitality. The male nurses came in to check on me, their glances lingering a bit too long, their smiles overly friendly. I chuckled to myself. They’re hitting on me. I couldn’t blame them, really—I looked amazing.

Everything seemed lighter, freer, as if the weight of years of stress had been lifted away. My mind was sharper, my confidence unshakable, and my body... well, my body was very much alive. A warmth spread through me, one that I hadn’t felt in years.

I don’t remember much of our conversation after we woke up, but I do remember saying to my dad, "I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t even begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body."

Then I added, "The most important thing is to keep doing what you’ve been doing these past few days, before you got your real body. Just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, and your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter. That’s just the way it is now. I know it was hard for you to call me Cody before, but I think it’ll be easier now that I look the part. And I think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you too."

He argued with me for a while, but honestly, there was nothing more he could do. As he got distracted with the doctors, I saw my chance. I slipped into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I pulled out my phone and opened Grindr, scrolling to my conversation with Mark.

I paused looking at our earlier messages, a smirk creeping across my face. The thought of seeing him later—of having him inside this body—had me hard in an instant. It was Friday afternoon, and I was hoping he'd be chill with moving our Saturday plans up.

I quickly snapped a picture of my new body—the first of many I'm sure I'd take as Cody. Of course, Mark had no idea that was the case.

A few seconds after hitting send, his reply came through: "Fuck, dude. I need you today."

I grinned, typing back quickly: "Exactly what I wanted to hear. See you tonight."

[marcnfantasies]

Draining you out of your height and muscle mass since you don't deserve it. How about we make you 5'5" before we call it a day, huh?

[marcnfantasies]

YEAH BROOOO!

Damien you finally fucking mine to play with!

A few minutes ago, this guy Damien was minding his own business until he was ranting on how sexy he was to some girls. You could see the girls didn't like his abrupt attitude.

I was smirking and he caught me, I gave him a challenge if I was to become him and fuck within a hour, he would surrender this body to me. If I lost the bet, he would have my smarts, wealth.

The dumb cunt didn't know that he was being totally lured into my trap.

He agreed, and within a few minutes, I was Damien, I evicted him into my old body, which he was knocked out for hours. When he woke up, he saw me fucking his former team mate Nathan.

"GUESS I WON THE BET BRO, THIS BODY IS MINE!"

From that, I shot my new thick jock loads deep inside of Nathan, who laughed at him with me as we both know Damien has been totally fucked over by this trap.

Nathan taunted him, saying he set this trap up, and he wanted his captain to be gay. Damien tried to attack me, but I grabbed him by the neck and chucked him outside.

"DID YOU SEE THAT NATHAN! THIS BODY STRENGTH IS FUCKING INSANE!!!"

We both laughed as I slid my cock back into his tight hole for a second round.

[marcnfantasies]

Eric Janicki 🇺🇸