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Reverse Inheritance

The first time Leo told me he could astral project, I didn't think much of it. My grandson had been living with me ever since his father—my son—went to prison, and though he was 20n now, he still had that same wild imagination he'd had as a kid.

Just last month, he'd been on about reincarnation, saying he remembered fragments of past lives. And before that, he was convinced our neighbor was running a smuggling ring out of his garage. Normally, I didn’t mind letting him ramble on. But lately, I was starting to get a bit tired of it.

Today, however, Leo seemed particularly insistent. “I’m serious, Grandpa. I can do it. Astral projection. It’s real.”

I scoffed. "Alright, then. Let’s do a little experiment."

"Sure, what kind of experiment?"

I reached over to a drawer and pulled out an old deck of cards, shuffling them a couple of times until I was satisfied. I fanned the cards out, then carefully picked one from the middle, holding it up so only I could see. “If you’re telling the truth, you should be able to ~float out of your body~ and go behind me to tell me what this card is,” I challenged, leaning back.

Leo took a deep breath, closing his eyes. His breathing slowed, his shoulders relaxing in a way I’d never seen before. For a second, I actually thought he might’ve fallen asleep. But then, with his eyes still closed, he whispered, “Eight of spades.”

I froze.  Placing the card face up on the table—the eight of spades.

I forced a laugh. “Lucky guess. Let’s go again.”

Leo gave a small shrug and smirked. “Alright. Let’s.”

I shuffled the deck again, this time picking a card off the top. “Alright, wise guy,” I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt. “What is it?”

He closed his eyes again, barely a few seconds this time. “Three of hearts.”

I looked down at the card, and my stomach did a small flip. “Alright,” I said, trying to mask my surprise. “That was another good guess, I’ll give you that. Let’s see if you’re really up to it.”

This time, I picked three cards at once, spreading them face down on the table. “No way you’re getting all of these right,” I muttered, almost to myself.

But a few seconds later, He rattled them off without a second thought. “Queen of diamonds, five of clubs, ace of spades.”

I looked at each card in my hand, and they were all correct. My jaw dropped, and I couldn’t hide it. “Shit… wow,” I breathed. “Alright, kid, you got me. I believe you.”

Leo’s eyes opened, and he gave me a small, satisfied smile. “You want me to teach you how?”

My heart was pounding a little faster than usual. “You think I could?” I asked, half-joking but more curious than I wanted to let on.

Leo leaned forward, his face serious. “Yeah. But you have to really want to do it. Like, let go of everything. All those thoughts that keep you grounded here.”

"Let go of everything…" I repeated.

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Over the next few weeks, Leo patiently taught me to master astral projection. At first, it felt like some sort of strange meditation. But gradually, I learned how to slip out of my physical body, just as Leo did, until I could stand beside myself, looking down at the slouched figure.

Each session, Leo and I would push the boundaries a little more. We couldn’t go too far since our astral projections only seemed to last about four hours at a time, and even then, we couldn’t travel much faster than a brisk jog. But I was fine with that; I wasn’t interested in dashing across the city, only in seeing how far I could push this strange new freedom.

When we’d reach the end of our limit and weren’t back in our bodies yet, something bizarre would happen. Our astral selves would start to get get pulled back, as if our bodies had a magnetic force calling us home. Those first few times, it was disorienting, hurtling back through space until I snapped back into my skin, breathless, my heart pounding. Leo explained that it was the body’s way of keeping us tethered, that if we stayed out too long, our astral forms would dissipate like smoke, and we’d cease to exist.

“Cease to exist?” I asked him one night, feeling the weight of that warning.

Leo nodded, his face solemn. “I haven’t pushed it that far, Grandpa. And I don’t think we should. The pull back gets stronger the closer we get to that limit. But if we ignore it…” He shrugged, letting the words hang in the air, dark and final.

Still, despite the risk, I found myself craving these nightly adventures. For the first time in years, I felt alive, truly alive. As someone who’d all but resigned myself to the slow, tired rhythms of old age, it was thrilling. But as our nights stretched on, I started to wonder about Leo’s fascination with this skill. He was young; he didn’t have a curfew, he didn’t have an old, weary body holding him back. He could be out living his life instead of hovering in ghostly form around the house or strolling through empty streets with his old grandpa. What was he getting out of this?

One night, as we settled into our chairs to begin our ritual, I glanced over at Leo’s body. He’d gotten comfortable, his head tilted back, his breathing already slowing, his eyelids fluttering shut. It struck me how young and full of life he looked, even when he was so still. I felt an odd pang of longing, a desire that surprised me in its intensity.

When had I last felt young? Truly young, without the weight of decades pressing down on my shoulders? What would it be like to feel like that one more time, to feel that boundless energy I saw in Leo.

As Leo’s breathing grew steady, his astral self drifting beside me, I looked back at his empty body, sitting there, vulnerable and untouched. The thought tugged at me, and for a moment, I felt an almost irresistible urge to reach out, take his body for myself just for one fleeting moment

---

The idea had been lingering in the back of my mind for weeks now. Every time I saw Leo drifting out of his body, the temptation grew a little stronger.

He was shy about his body, sure, and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that felt like a betrayal somehow, slipping into him without asking. But there’s no way he’d ever say yes. Besides, I would be in and out before he’d ever know, right?

Finally, I gathered the courage. One evening, Leo announced he was heading out and asked me to join. “I’ll be back in a couple hours, wanna come with,” he said with a grin as he leaned back, his breathing slowing as he began the process.

I shook my head no, feigning sleepiness. “I’ll stay in tonight,” I replied. “I could use the rest.”

As his body drifted to sleep, I waited, counting each minute until I was sure his astral form was far enough away. Then, with my heart racing, I initiated my own astral walk and hovered towards his body .

A deep anticipation rushed over me as I prepared to enter. “Just a half hour, tops” I told myself.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to slip in as gently as possible. But something was wrong. As soon as I began, it felt as if I were pushing against a wall. I couldn’t just slide in like I usually did with my own body. I adjusted my position, aligning myself more carefully with his form, and tried again. This time, I felt a bit of give, and gradually, I was able to push through, inch by inch.

First my legs merged with his, then my torso. I felt the strength in his muscles as I took on his form. I kept pushing, my hands now matching his, aligning, filling out his arms, until finally, my head was nearly there, just hovering over his own.

But then, out of nowhere, I saw Leo’s astral form float towards me from across the room, his face a mixture of shock and fear. Me entering his body must’ve attracted his astral form back as a defense mechansim. Panic flared within me. If he re-entered his body while I was halfway in… I didn’t even know what would happen, but I didn’t want to find out. Before he could reach me, I shoved my head down, slipping fully inside.

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I blinked, and when I opened my eyes again, I realized I was fully conscious—inside Leo’s body. My vision felt sharper, my muscles responsive, and as I looked down, I took in his smooth, toned arms, the strength and youth radiating through every limb. It was exhilarating.

I hopped up, feeling the lightness in my step that I hadn’t felt in years. Each movement was effortless, as if my body itself had forgotten what it meant to be heavy. I walked around the room, flexing his hands, rolling his shoulders, feeling every inch of youth as it coursed through me.

But then I felt something odd—a light tapping on my stomach, almost like a faint punch or a persistent nudge. Instinctively, I flexed Leo’s abs, the sensation dulling a bit, and that’s when it hit me. That tapping—that was Leo, trying to get his body back.

“Leo…” I whispered, feeling a pang of guilt. “I’m sorry, kid. I’ll be out soon, I promise.”

I let myself enjoy the feeling of his body, each sensation crisp and vivid. As I explored myself, I felt a familiar tension grow in my pants, one that I hadn’t felt in years. Instinctively, I reached down to my waistband and grabbed down to tug at my new, surprisingly hairy ball sack. That was enough to get my cock to throb.

I began stroking my new, uncut cock while feeling up my smooth torso with my other hand. As I did, my mind wandered to all the hot guys I could pull in this body if Leo ever let me borrow it again. Concentrating on that thought was all it took to send me over the edge. Slowly and sensually tugging at my shaft, I spurted all over my chest, completely draining mysefl.

Finally, as I lay back into the bed, a wave of satisfaction washed over me, leaving me feeling both exhilarated and calm. The room was warm and quiet, and with the last bit of energy fading from me, I felt a sudden drowsiness settle in. I lay down, and before I could convince myself to leave, I drifted into sleep, enveloped in the softness of youth and the quiet of Leo’s room.

--

I jolted awake, my heart racing as I felt hands gripping my shoulders, shaking me roughly. Blinking in confusion, I looked up—and there was my old, familiar face, creased with panic and rage, staring down at me.

“What the hell did you do?” he demanded, his voice hoarse and furious.

It took me a second to process, my mind still foggy from sleep. I tried to sit up, disoriented, and felt the youthful energy of Leo’s body springing into action, as if the night hadn’t worn it down in the slightest.

“What…” I managed, words failing me. But he kept going, too upset to wait for me to catch up.

“I had no choice but to take your body,” he said, his voice laced with frustration. “Otherwise, I’d have just… disappeared. Astral projection doesn’t work for body swapping. That’s not how it’s supposed to go. I never told you that because I didn’t think you’d ever try something like this.”

The full weight of his words settled over me, each one hitting like a cold punch. “So… we can’t just switch back?”

He shook his—my—head, a bitter smile flashing across his face. “No. There's a refractory period before we can attempt any switch again. It’s designed to prevent exactly what you just did. We’d have to wait ten years before we could even try to go back.”

“Ten years…” I repeated, the words sinking in like stones in my stomach. My old body—now his—was 90. I knew my own heart, knew how every joint ached, knew how every year was harder than the last. The odds of it lasting another decade were slim to none.

The guilt knotted in my chest, sharp and sour. I opened my mouth to apologize, to try to explain, but the words caught in my throat. What could I even say?

But then, unbidden, a different thought crept in. In ten years, this body would be 30. That meant I had Leo’s—my entire 20s to live again, the years I’d once cherished and missed deeply. I looked down at my youthful hands, the strength and vitality I could feel coursing through every inch of Leo’s body, and felt a strange, conflicted thrill rise within me.

He must’ve noticed the shift in my expression, because his face—my old, familiar face—darkened. “Are you… are you happy about this?” he whispered, incredulous.

I shook my head, trying to fight the feelings rising up within me, but they were relentless. The shame of it burned hot, yet I couldn’t deny the excitement simmering just beneath.

I swallowed hard, trying to keep my expression steady. “Leo,” I said softly, but I didn’t know how to finish.

He watched me, a flash of betrayal in his eyes as he seemed to understand, even without me saying it. And then, with a bitter laugh, he turned away.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror across the room. Fuck, this’ll be fun.

[realitychanges]

From Dylan to Rami

Dylan needed new photos for his ID card. It was a mundane task, one he had done countless times before. He stepped into the photobooth, inserted the coins, and waited for the familiar click of the camera. But this time, something was different.

As the machine hummed and the camera flashed, Dylan glanced at the small mirror in front of him, expecting to see his usual reflection. But what he saw instead was a transformation, slow at first, then accelerating.

His skin deepened in tone, becoming a rich brown. His face shifted, the sharp angles of his jaw softening into the more rounded, strong features of a Middle Eastern man. His hair receded, leaving a bald pate, and his face was soon covered by a thick, dark beard that sprouted with unnatural speed. His body, too, changed. His frame broadened, his belly swelling, and a layer of hair thickened across his chest, arms, and legs.

Dylan's heart raced as he watched the changes unfold, his mind scrambling to make sense of what was happening. He was no longer the man he had known himself to be. In the mirror, an older, heavier man with a full, dark beard stared back at him. A stranger, yet somehow, not a stranger at all.

Panic gripped him, but it was short-lived. As his fingers unconsciously brushed through the thick, black beard, a strange sense of peace washed over him. It was as if a weight had been lifted, a burden he didn’t know he was carrying had suddenly been set down.

He touched his rounded belly, smiling softly at the sight of it, feeling an unfamiliar warmth spread through him. A name echoed in his mind, soft but clear—Rami. It was his name, wasn’t it? The more he thought about it, the more it felt like it had always been his.

The flashes of the camera came in rapid succession, each one capturing the image of the man he now saw in the mirror. The man he was becoming. The man he had always been.

When the photos finally printed, Dylan—no, Rami—picked them up, his heart light. He felt a deep sense of satisfaction, as if a part of him had been restored. The man in the pictures was him. It felt right. It was as though he had never been anyone else.

He stepped out of the booth and into the street, the cool air no longer jarring against his skin. There was no fear, no hesitation. He knew who he was, where he belonged. As he walked away from the photobooth, a new certainty took root inside him. It wasn’t his ID he had just renewed—it was his life. His real life.

Rami smiled, ready to continue his journey, now to renew his residence permit, not his identification card. He was no longer a stranger in his own skin. He was home.

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Only Fans industry

Hey there, my name is Joe, and as you can tell that I am a rugby player from the UK. This sports is amazing as I love being tackled by all the hot, sweaty, muscular guys, but it doesn't do my justice as I just constantly want to have fun in the changing rooms.

What did help that I use OF a lot to chat with the hot guys on there, especially the horny twinks and twunks. There was this one guy from America who loved chatting to me. Matthew, his name was he was. We chatted for hours and hours, and he said he wanted to experience me and asked my permission to swap places.

I thought it was a roleplay situation, but as I agreed. Everything went foggy. . . .

I woke up feeling really odd. The strength wasn't there, but my bulge was raging like mad, which was sending me into a complete horny meltdown. I looked and saw I was now, Matthew! Instantly, I started touching myself as each touch on my sensitive skin was sending me crazy. I couldn't believe the size of my bulge now as I slide my hand into my sexy underwear and started jerking off furiously.

It didn't take long to spew out loads after loads over my sexy chest, feeling the warm, thick loads of my pure twinky DNA. I emptied my entire loads and decided to send it to my former self.

He sent lots of wink emojis and told me that releasing your loads only seals the body swap deal.

I laid there in shock, but I definitely got the better deal as now I can make content while being horny. Easy way to bring in cash while loving myself.

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Life in Retrospect (Part 3)

Staring into the mirror, with the necklace resting cool and heavy against my chest, I considered my next move. If I was going to convince the amulet—and myself—that this body was mine, I needed to make some changes, starting with the basics.

First things first, Mikey’s wardrobe was atrocious.

I rifled through his drawers and closet, finding an endless array of dry-fit shirts in bright, clashing colors and tank tops emblazoned with gym logos. Sure, being a gym bro was hot—I could see the appeal—but the looks were uninspired. He’d draw even more attention if he put in just a little effort.

“Time for a style upgrade,” I muttered, giving my reflection a grin that felt more confident than any expression I’d worn in years.

Memories surfaced of the days when I’d been known for my sharp sense of fashion—tailored suits, leather jackets, crisp shirts that turned heads on the street. I wasn’t about to step back into the polished looks of my old life; I needed something that fit this younger, edgier version of myself.

I hit the thrift stores like a man on a mission. Racks of vintage leather jackets, oversized sweaters, slim-fit jeans, and distressed tees called out to me. I practically cleaned out half a dozen stores, arms loaded with pieces that oozed effortless cool. My bank account took a serious hit, but I didn’t care. This was an investment—in keeping this life, this body.

“You’re gonna love this,” I whispered to the amulet, feeling it warm slightly against my skin.

Back at home, I tried everything on. A brown leather bomber jacket that fit like a second skin, vintage denim that hugged my legs just right, oversized sweaters that spoke of casual mornings at a café—I couldn’t help but admire the transformation. I looked hot as fuck.

The necklace vibrated against my chest, sending a shiver down my spine. Over the next few days, I noticed the dizzy spells became fewer and farther between, a sign that the amulet approved of the shifts I was making. But I knew this wasn’t enough.

Next, I tried changing up my day routines and friends. I started off by pulling away from the gym bro crowd and the endless banter about protein shakes and reps. Instead, I spent more time at cafes with people who shared my real interests, discussing books and philosophy. I went to art galleries, soaking in the quiet, contemplative energy that contrasted so sharply with the loud, boisterous nights out Mikey used to have.

But still, I felt that nagging doubt—the sense that it wasn’t enough. I was racking my brain, wondering what more I could do. I didn’t know Mikey well enough to pinpoint exactly what would be out of character, what would truly convince the amulet that I had made this body mine.

The answer was out there. I just had to find it.

---

One night, I found myself at a cozy little art event downtown with some of my new friends. The atmosphere was low-lit, filled with laughter and the quiet murmur of conversations over wine and soft jazz. I felt like I belonged here—a far cry from the sweaty gym floors and blaring music of Mikey’s usual haunts.

I’d been chatting up this guy at my table, a sharp, well-dressed guy named Ollie, who had a laugh that made my stomach do a flip every time I heard it.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit me—a realization that made me almost laugh out loud. Mikey wasn’t gay. There was no way he’d be flirting like this with a guy. This was exactly my chance to cement the swap.

leaned in, giving Ollie a smile that I knew, with Mikey’s rugged jawline and smoldering eyes, would have a hell of an effect. Sure enough, Ollie blushed, his gaze flickering down as I held his attention with just enough tension.

Eventually, we ended up heading back to my place. The anticipation buzzed between us, almost tangible, as we made our way up the stairs. I opened the door, pulling him in with a grin, and wasted no time.

The second the door closed, I reached for the hem of my shirt, peeling it off in one smooth motion. Ollie’s eyes went wide, his gaze magnetized by my bare chest, staring at the thick pecs that looked even better in this new, rough lighting. He was practically speechless, caught between awe and desire as he ran a hand up my chest.

“Damn,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper, fingers tracing the defined lines of my muscles.

We moved to the bedroom, and the moment our bodies pressed together, the heat between us spiked. I guided Ollie onto the bed, pulling him close as he shifted onto his hands and knees, glancing back at me with excitement and just a hint of nervousness.

I took my time, positioning myself behind him, savoring the anticipation. With a firm hand, I stroked along his back, moving down over his shoulders and arms, then brushing over his toned torso. I could feel him relaxing under my touch, his body trusting me to lead. With a soft, reassuring whisper, I pressed the tip in, and he gasped, gripping the sheets.

“Relax,” I murmured, leaning down to trail a few kisses along his shoulder blades. My other hand moved to his biceps, kneading gently, helping him ease into the moment.

Slowly, I slid in a bit more, feeling him tense and then loosen as my hands worked their way over his muscles, calming him. I kept the pace unhurried, my hand still exploring his back, his shoulders, even reaching around to his chest, keeping him anchored in the moment.

Once he adjusted, I began moving, each thrust steady and deep. The sound of our breaths and the rhythm of my hips filled the room as we found a powerful flow.

I wrapped my hand around Ollie’s cock, stroking him slowly in time with my thrusts. He groaned, his breath coming in shuddering gasps as I picked up the rhythm, making sure he felt every sensation. It wasn’t long before he was practically writhing beneath me, his body responding to my touch, every inch of him pulsing with desire.

“Come for me,” I murmured in his ear, my voice low and coaxing. I wanted him to feel everything, to lose himself completely. And as I stroked him, watching the tension build in his face, his breathing hitched, his muscles tensing under my hands.

With a sharp gasp, Ollie finally came, his whole body trembling as he moaned, tightening around me. That sudden grip drove me over the edge. The intense pleasure hit me hard, and with a deep groan, I gave in, shuddering as I shot my load into his perky, smooth ass.

Laying back and catching my breath, the necklace pulsed against my chest, vibrating harder than it ever had before. I waited, half expecting something dramatic—a flash of light, maybe a jolt through my body that would make this transformation permanent. But, like before, nothing actually happened.

The next morning, as the first light filtered in through the blinds, I got dressed slowly, savoring every step. I slipped on one of my new outfits, a tight tank that clung to my shoulders, showing off my defined biceps, and fitted jeans that emphasized my strong legs. Catching my reflection in the mirror, I couldn’t help but admire the transformation—the way this body wore confidence like a second skin.

Ollie stirred on the bed, watching me with a sleepy smile as I flexed my arm a little, just to see if he’d notice. He did. His eyes widened slightly, and I could tell he liked the show. I walked over, leaned down, and kissed him slowly, savoring the warm feeling that spread through me at the touch.

“That was… amazing,” I said, holding his gaze. "I’d really love to see you again, like, on an actual date. What do you say?"

As the words left his mouth, the necklace around my neck flared up in a frenzy, vibrating and heating until it felt like it was radiating warmth through every inch of me. I felt cascades of pleasure as if I was having 10 orgasms all at once. In that moment, I knew, this body was mine forever.

It was the missing piece, I realized. Mikey hadn’t been the type to ask for a second date or care about much beyond the night itself. For him, a hasty exit before sunrise would’ve been enough. But by wanting something real, something lasting, I’d pushed just far enough out of character to claim this life as mine for good.

Ollie sat up, grinning, oblivious to my inner transformation, and ran a hand over my shoulder. “I’d like that too. A lot.” He flashed a look at my huge biceps. "So… when should we make this date happen?” he asked, a hint of mischief in his voice.

"How about this weekend?" I replied, pulling him in for another kiss before standing up to grab my shirt.

As I pulled it over my head, the necklace finally cooled, a final confirmation that I was here to stay. I felt lighter, stronger, more alive in this body than ever. I glanced back at Ollie with a smirk, already planning out the rest of the day, and I couldn’t help but think, Damn, it feels good to be Mikey.

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Give Me Back My Body!

My goddamn uncle stole my body! I would always catch him looking at the corner of my eyes, with him obviously trying to hide it. I was always uncomfortable with it, but he didn't say anything so I thought I could leave it alone. I was in practice when I suddenly found myself blacking out and waking up in my uncle's house, in a different body.

"Give me back my body!" I screamed at the phone, my Uncle David's deep voice coming out of my throat. I feel his stomach rumble, feeling confined in this shirt.

My body—me—grins, flexing his—my—arms. "Sorry, Kev. This is my body now. You know, I've always thought you were so sexy. I tried to just look, but I couldn't. I realized it just wasn't because I thought you were hot, it was because I wanted to become you."

He grins and flexes, and it's so bizarre watching my body act that way. So… slutty.

"I always fuckin' knew you were a fag!" I spit.

Oh god. He's so hairy! And this beard! It feels so weird having this big bushy beard on my face. I was always used to just having a stubble on my face.

"Don't worry, Kev. Or should I say Uncle David," my body grins, "I made sure to keep that body gay in the spell."

What—?

He must've seen the confusion in my face, because his grin only grows larger. "That's right. Take a look at this." He uses my body to flex my arms, the young body exuding virility and strength. He kisses his—my!—biceps and a strange sensation passes over me. Oh my fucking god. No, no, no! I feel the hog in this body growing. Jesus fucking Christ. Am I getting hard over my own body? Is it me, or is it his body getting hard?

I look at my old body, and I suddenly found myself understanding things from Uncle David's perspective. I do look pretty fuckin' hot. I shake my head. This is wrong!

"Listen here, fucker," I growl, secretly pleased with how low Uncle David's voice is. "Give me back my body!"

He smirks. "Or what?"

I pause, then take off his shirt, revealing his hairy chest. "Or I will post your fuckin' dick all over the goddamn internet!"

He laughs, caressing his muscles. "Is that the best you can think of, Uncle David?"

"Don't call me that!"

"Well. I'm sure I can think of so many more fun things to do with this body."

He shows my body's plump butt, and I hear him say, "I'll be sure to send you the video of good ol' straight Kevin getting fucked in the ass."

"You…—!" I was speechless, and I was even more horrified to realize that Uncle David's body is fucking hard. Not just aroused, but rock fucking hard! I resist the overwhelming urge to adjust the boner in my pants.

My shocked expression seems to please him. "Don't worry, Uncle David," he says using my voice. It's so strange hearing myself say all this. "I know I won't be the only one bottoming. I'm a bottom, and that body is a bottom. Better clean yourself up because I know you'll get the urge soon."

"You fucking—"

Call disconnected.

Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck. I stare at Uncle David's reflection in a mirror, a strange combination of scared, shocked, and… horniness coursing through me. His body. Me. Jesus, even now it's starting to get harder and harder to figure out what this body is feeling and what I'm actually feeling.

"I'll fuckin' get you," I glare at Uncle David in the mirror. "I'll… I'll get my body back…"

A thought pops out of my mind—a thought that sends shivers down my spine. I bury it down. I won't let it get to me. If his body wins, then Uncle David wins. I won't let it happen…

'Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to get fucked.'

[realitychanges]

Mi novio y yo hemos frecuentado este gimnasio durante años. Hemos ocupado muchos cuerpos en forma para satisfacer nuestra necesidad de un buen contacto físico. Hoy será el 28.º aniversario de nuestra muerte y de nuestra relación y lo vamos a celebrar con dos personas afortunadas. Estábamos recorriendo el gimnasio para nuestro anfitrión cuando ambos vimos a un chico haciendo estiramientos.

Ambos reclamamos su cuerpo al mismo tiempo y corrimos a reclamarlo. Mi novio llegó primero y se embistió contra el trasero del chico. Esto hizo que el chico se agarrara al pilar frente a él mientras arqueaba la cabeza por la presión repentina en su ano. Aproveché esta oportunidad y me zambullí en su boca y competí con mi novio por el control. El chico tuvo espasmos mientras ambos intentábamos tomar el control de él. Mientras me sumergía más profundamente en el cuerpo del chico, encontré a mi novio en su estómago y procesé empujándolo hacia afuera.

Mi novio fue empujado lentamente fuera del ano del chico y yo reclamé el control sobre el cuerpo del chico. Sonreí y puse a prueba mi control flexionando mis nuevos músculos. Escuché a mi novio protestar que quería el cuerpo. Me reí mientras continuaba flexionándolo frente a él. Mi novio finalmente admitió su derrota y le dije que se apurara y encontrara un cuerpo porque quería pasar un "tiempo de calidad" con él. Me dio una sonrisa mientras se lamía la boca. Rápidamente se dirigió a la ducha del gimnasio. Definitivamente debería haber un cuerpo allí para él y por suerte para él lo había. Un hombre acababa de terminar su ducha y actualmente está posando frente al espejo y tomándose fotos. Mi novio entró rápidamente en su boca y el hombre dejó caer su teléfono por la repentina invasión.

Mientras mi novio continuaba su entrada, el hombre se movía con espasmos por la habitación tratando de recuperar el equilibrio. Se agarró del lavabo y se miró en el espejo antes de soltar un jadeo antes de perder el control ante mi novio. Mi novio enderezó su nuevo cuerpo y flexionó sus músculos recién adquiridos y se vistió antes de encontrarse conmigo en la parte delantera del gimnasio. Admiramos el nuevo cuerpo del otro antes de dirigirnos a la "casa" de mi novio y disfrutar de una noche de sexo maravilloso.

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The Sauna

Leo sat in the sauna, stretching his legs in front of him. He looked at the thermometer on the wall-180 degrees. Perfect.

His muscles were sore after his workout and he relaxed now knowing he had the entire sauna to himself.

Suddenly, the door creaked open. Leo sighed as an older man lumbered in. He looked to be in his 40s and was heavyset, a hairy belly bulging from the towel wrapped around his waist.

Leo gave him a quick smile before looking down. To his surprise, the man chose to sit directly across from him. From the corner of his eye, he could see the man looking at him with a faint smile on his face.

“What I’d give to look like that again.” He said.

“Oh-uh. Did you work out a lot at my age?”

“Sure did, kid. Was the star of our track team. Obviously things have changed since then!” He laughed, patting his stomach.

“Oh, ha…”

The man smirked and unwrapped his towel. Leo tried not to notice, but he saw the man’s semi-hard cock flop out. It was bigger than his own, thicker too. Surrounded by a hearty bush of black hair.

Leo blushed as he turned away.

The man smirked and widened his legs, his golf ball-sized balls dangled low in the heat. With a grunt, he leaned over and picked up a spoon of water and splashed it over the coals.

The sauna filled with steam. More than it should have, the room began to fade away from Leo’s vision. He shifted uncomfortably as he felt his body heat up and his vision blurred.

“Ah, that’s better.” The sound of sweat being wiped from skin sounded across from him.

Wait. That voice was familiar.

Leaning his head down, the steam began to clear. He looked down and was greeted by two fat pecs and a bulging stomach. His hands, once dusted with light blond hair, were thicker and covered in a blanket of wiry black ones.

“Wha…?” His voice came out rumbled and deep, just like the man who had entered the sauna. He grabbed his head as a headache came on and his hands touched his bald scalp.

His meaty palms gripped his scalp and his eyes widened. One hand went to his face and was met with a bush of fur exploding from his cheeks. Leo grabbed a fist full of the beard and tugged as he looked down again.

Craning his head over his large stomach, he saw a fat hairy cock pointing straight up. The skin along the shaft was so much darker than his own. The bush completely wild and untamed. A gentle musk wafted up from his furry balls.

Leo knew it was wrong…but the changes felt so erotic. The foreign cock that dangled between his legs so hypnotic.

As if possessed, one of his hands squeezed his flabby pec and the other gently touched the man’s cock. His hands felt the thick curtain of pubes as he grazed the low hanging sack.

A grunt across the sauna woke him up from his stupor. Grinning back at him was his own face, leaning back with his legs spread just as the man had been sitting before—when they were in their own bodies.

The man had discarded Leo’s own towel on the floor. His familiar hard, yet smaller, pink cock was standing upright.

The man winked. “Doesn’t this feel good? Go ahead and touch my dick. Look, I’ll touch yours.” He tweaked his newly hairless nipples and opened his mouth sensually. Flexing a bicep, he ran a hand along the contours of Leo’s muscles before licking a stripe in the crevice of his bicep.

His hand wandered down to the soft blond fuzz surrounding his new cock. With a gentle hand, he rubbed his palm over it and bit his lip. “Fuck, that’s incredible!”

Leo raised his own larger arm and marveled at how tan and hairy it was. His pits, once delicately dusted with hair, were deep crevices bursting with fur. “How is this happening?” Leo mumbled.

“Don’t worry, kid. I do this all the time. Once our time is up in here we’ll swap back.”

“R-really?”

“You want me to change my mind?”

“N-no!”

“Then let’s have some fun!”

Leo’s brown cock rubbed against the bottom of his belly and he crouched over from the pleasure. He gripped the shaft and pumped it, lost in the pleasure of this old guy’s body. A hand wandered to his beard where he tugged and played with his thick black mustache.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” The man cheered, pumping his young hard wood. Leo watched his own balls jump up and down as the body snatcher jerked his cock.

Leo stood up shakily, unused to the bulk of his body. He walked over to his own body and turned around. He eagerly pressed his fat but muscular ass against his old face.

“You kinky bastard, you want me to fuck you?”

Leo grunted, “yes.”

The man plunged his face between the two mounds covered with hair, lapping at Leo’s new dad hole. Leo groaned loudly as his own tongue greedily lapped at his sweaty fat ass.

Before he could turn around, he felt pressure as the man guided his pink cock home. Leo bent back over as he got pounded from the back, the man grinning at the power of his youthful muscles.

“God my ass is so tight,” the man panted. He smacked one of Leo’s cheeks hard.

Leo’s own cock bounced up and down wildly, smacking his stomach which also bounced as he got fucked mercilessly.

Minutes later, they were positioned with Leo on his wide, hairy back and the man fucking him missionary.

Staring at his own face wracked in pleasure was so strange, but Leo smiled through his thick beard.

Seconds later, he came. White roped shot out of his big brown cock and soaked his chest hair and beard. He felt the man come as well, filling his greedy ass.

“That was incredible,” Leo panted.

“Still want to swap back?”

“Y-yes!”

“Suit yourself.” His old body picked up the spoon again and splashed water on the coals. The steam filled the room again and when Leo came to, he was staring at the bald hairy man again.

As he left, he turned back to the man who was wiping himself off with the towel he had discarded. “I-I wouldn’t mind doing that again…”

[realitychanges]

Osaka October 2024

After saving up for years and working hard, I finally manifested my dream of visiting Osaka, Japan. Ever since I was a kid, I've always wanted to visit this city. There's just something about Osaka that intrigues me... Sure, Tokyo and Kyoto are cool too, but Osaka always stood out to me as special. I mean, I'm a huge fan of Capcom video games and Osaka just happens to be where Capcom is headquartered. Plus, Universal Studios has always been on my bucket list!

Anyway, I stayed at a small Airbnb because it was much more affordable for my budget and I had the place to myself near downtown. My Airbnb was within walking distance of a dojo, and I thought the traditional building looked interesting. Since today was my last day here in Osaka before flying back home tomorrow, I decided to check out that dojo.

The guy who seemed like the guard at the dojo was nice enough to let me look around. Of course, I had to snap a few pictures. As I peeked inside, I saw people training. Mostly younger guys and girls, but my eyes were glued to the buff, hot coaches. They looked exactly like the Bara guys I always draw: big, chunky, muscular, and sexy.

“Judo, huh… interesting.”

I wandered around a bit more. The place had a sort of museum vibe, with everything looking like it belonged in a picture. But then, I ended up lost and stumbled into a room.

“Oh crap…” I thought. Shouldn’t have gone this far... It felt like I was somewhere I wasn’t supposed to be. When I tried to leave, the door wouldn’t budge. I twisted the knob a few times, but it felt like someone had locked it from the outside.

“Dammit! If they find me here, I’ll be in so much trouble!”

I looked around for another way out, but there was just that door and it was stuck. Oh great...

“Sumimasen! Sumimasen!” I called out, but no one heard me.

I sat on a bench feeling frustrated, my mind started racing of worst case scenarios. Getting locked inside a dojo wasn’t something I saw coming today. What if they thought I was trying to steal something? I couldn’t handle the idea of ending up in a Japanese jail or worse, getting deported… What a nightmare that would be, right!

“Huh? What’s that smell??”

Suddenly, a strong scent hit me. It was sweaty and musky.. like something damp and unwashed. It was definitely a man’s smell. I glanced around and saw a locker in front of me, its door slightly open. I got curious, so I opened it wider. The smell got stronger, making me cover my nose.

“Ugh! How long has this been sitting here!” 

Inside was a gi, hanging up.

“This must belong to someone, but damn, they need to wash this shit!”

I reached out and grabbed it. Just as I expected, it was slightly damp, and around the neckline and armpits were these yellowish stains. For some reason, I felt a sudden warmth and noticed my dick starting to react.

“Ta…kagi?” I noticed the name embroidered on the kimono. It must’ve belonged to Takagi-san. “Must be one of the coaches…”

Then a weird intrusive  thought hit me. What if…? I glanced around, just to make sure I was still alone in the room.. Part of me hesitated, thinking it was stupid. I didn’t want to end up smelling like this thing, but… I was curious, okay, and for some reason I felt strangely turned on… 

“Ehh, no one’s gonna see me anyway...”

So, I took off my t-shirt and pants. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, it felt so wrong, but the curiosity and thrill were too much to ignore.. I took another deep whiff of the kimono. “Fuck, this stinks…” I groaned, but instead of being disgusted, I felt my body react in ways I didn’t expect…

And before I knew it, I was slipping my arms into the kimono, buckling the black belt around me. The smell seemed to wrap around me, making me feel weirdly warm. I slid into the pants too and grabbed my phone, looking at myself in the camera. The gi hung loose on my small frame.

“I wonder what Takagi-san looks like—”

NNGHH!

Out of nowhere, I felt a hard punch to my back, then my stomach. My body jerked, and my back arched. No one was here, but it felt so real. Was it a ghost??

My body heated up, and I started sweating. Then came this cracking sound. My toes and feet were growing in size and reshaping, and I could feel something growing inside me, like my stomach was expanding. My skinny figure started to grow with muscles. It was painful, but in a weird way, it felt… good? The cracks and crunching noises filled the room.

I scratched at my chest and stomach as thick hair started sprouting all over.. “Fuckk.. itchy!” I groaned, feeling my voice crack. Like something lodged in my throat. The smell coming off my body was strong now, filling the air around me.

I touched my chest, now covered in thick hair, and felt the sweat dripping from my pits. My body kept changing. I felt a tugging sensation on my hair, as chunks of my hair fell to the floor. It was all gone, leaving me with a short, oily crew cut. I ran my fingers through it and couldn’t resist bringing them to my nose to smell… 

「 やべ ! 」 I muttered in Japanese. 「いい匂いだね …」(Fuckk! Smells so good…)

My dick throbbed hard, dripping. Then my face started to shift, like something was moving under my skin. My features became more rugged, more masculine. I looked older, and Japanese. 

“Ohhh…” I groaned as a thick beard sprouted on my chin. As the changes finished, I came hard, my cum spilling out onto the gi, making a huge mess. I was gasping, shuddering in pleasure. Still trying to process what just happened…

I grabbed my phone again, opened the camera, and froze. My jaw dropped… 

NO FREAKING WAY. 

That face… was that Takagi-san?? I looked down at my round, hairy stomach and chest, my fingers trailing over the thick hair. “Ohhh… so good,” I muttered to myself in Japanese. I actually looked like one of the coaches I saw earlier… but way hotter and bigger.

Just as I was trying to make sense of it all, suddenly I heard a noise coming from the door that was stuck, creaked open.

「 おお、高木さん！やっと見��けた。生徒たちが待ってるよ—練習の時間だよ。��( Ah, Takagi-san! There you are, I’ve been looking for you! The students are waiting, it’s time for your lesson.” a guy said in Japanese. He was one of the men I’d seen earlier, somehow I understood what he was saying completely… 

I was still speechless, too stunned to reply. 

「 高木さん？大丈夫？」 (Takagi-san..? You okay??) he asked, looking at me with confusion.

Oh no… I had actually turned into Takagi-san. A freaking judo coach. Guess this trip was going to be way longer than I thought.

But looking at myself, with a face and body like this,  I didn’t really mind. Staying like this from now on…. 

[realitychanges]

Reversal Mix Up

I’d always wondered what it would be like to be a submissive, bottom boi like my fuckbuddy Jake and the body switching amulet I got from the Spells R Us store sounded exactly what was needed, promising to swap our roles in the sack and add a new twist to our sex life.

Unfortunately, the spell didn’t work out as planned.  I got Jake’s lithe, toned body alright but I’m definitely still a top and weirdly, I even kept my deep, bass voice.  Poor Jake didn’t fare any better of course.  Oh, he’s still the submissive, lisping bottom boi he’s always been only now he’s trapped in the hairy, masculine body of a muscle daddy!

As first, we were a bit pissed the spell hadn’t worked but with twenty four hours to run until we switched back, I wasn’t about to waste the opportunity to deploy Jake’s body’s youthful stamina on my old body’s virgin hole.

After working his ass over with my tongue for a few minutes, I quickly slid my slender new cock into my old body’s tight boipussy and began to pound it rhythmically, relishing the exceptionally tight muscles that Jake eagerly and expertly worked around my tool as I thrust in and out

I couldn’t help smirking as Jake moaned and gasped in delight as I rammed him, his eyes closed in bliss as he alternated between tweaking his puffy nips and jerking his cock.  The girly squeak his big bearish body finally gave after a few minutes when I filled his ass with my boy cum made me laugh out loud and left me thinking that this was a switch up we’d definitely need to try again!

[realitychanges]

Oh my god. I’ve been seeing him all over my TikTok for months, wanting to be him. And now look at me, I’m finely him. Look how hot I am, look at these muscles.

[realitychanges]

(Wet)Dream Come True

(Original story posted February 28th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Max had been living with only his step dad Frank for over a year now. It’d been a strange situation for the both of them at first but they adjusted quickly. They’d always been close after all. They just hadn’t imagined a time would come where it would only be the two of them.

Before this Max had been living with both his Mother and Frank. They’d been together for some years and had even gotten married during that time. Frank had quickly become a father figure to Max in many ways and the two got on better than Max’s mother could have hoped. However things took a dramatic turn when she died unexpectedly in an accident that shook the family.

It was a difficult time but since then Frank had taken responsibility for Max as his sole guardian. Of course Max was already 20 by the time of the accident and his mothers passing but he’d yet to get a job and earn enough money to sustain himself. So Frank decided to continue being that father figure he’d been for Max all this time and stay close by his side.

They’d done their best to move in since then as Max’s had recently celebrated his 21st birthday. In the last year he’d found a job and had a decent income. He even helped Frank pay the bills now which eased the pressure a little. That said Max knew that by now he should definitely have been thinking about getting his own place. He had enough money saved too that if he asked a friend to be roommates with him, he could probably find an apartment now! It was tempting for sure. Yet he continued to put it off. Mainly because he wanted to savour this time living alone with Frank as much as possible.

Ever since his mom first brought Frank home back all those years prior, Max secretly had a crush on the older man. He didn’t realise it back then but now it was clear as crystal. The way Frank dressed with his baseball caps and scruffy clothes along with that thick beard really gave him that ‘rough around edges man’s man’ look. Something about that look always appealed to Max. So much so that even to this day he’d find himself eyeing up Frank's body at any given chance. Whether it be his crotch, his legs, his arms or his nice round step daddy ass. Even just looking into Frank's eyes for a bit too long had Max fantasying about sucking the man’s cock. It also didn’t help that Frank had a tendency to wear rather tight fitting clothes.

As wrong as it was Max couldn’t help himself. His step dad was hot as fuck! He thought so anyway. And so he’d been putting off the idea of moving out for awhile now. He knew he’d have to eventually eventually for now he just wanted to squeeze out every last drop of time he could get with his step dad. Little did he know that he was about to be a hell of a lot closer to Frank’s body than he ever could’ve imagined.

Max had gotten up one morning and made his way into the kitchen to find his step dad making breakfast for the two of them. He always cooked them up something good on the weekends. Frank got Max to sit down as he dished up a nice plate of sausage, eggs and bacon for the both of them. It looked incredible as always.

As the pair of them ate, Max yet again found his eyes wandering over his step dad’s body as the older man sat eating across from him. It was hard not to look when Frank was wearing nothing but a cap and some tight grey sweat shorts that left little to the imagination. Max was soon snapped out of his gaze however as Frank asked him a strange question.

“Ey Max, I’m curious about something…” Frank started as he pierced a sausage on the plate with his fork. “This is gonna sound like a funny question but if you could choose to switch lives with me and have my body for however long, would you wanna do it?” He asked before taking a bite out of the sausage.

Max was quite taken back by the sudden and strange question. It certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Oh uhhm…” His mind couldn’t help but ponder the idea. Living Frank's life. Being inside Frank’s body. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about before but now his mind was going a mile a minute thinking of everything he’d do with his step dad’s body given the chance. Just the thought of it was making his dick jump.

“Well I… suppose so. It’d probably be weird but interesting as well I think. I’d probably get to learn a lot more about you I guess.” He replied, trying to hide his arousal.

Frank was quick to notice the sudden lack of eye contact and reddening of Max’s cheeks. He could tell Max was more into the idea than he was letting on but Frank made sure to keep things casual for now.

“Well that’s good to know, boy. That you think I’m ‘interesting’. I’d be interested in what life would look like through your eyes as well.” Frank chuckled slightly. “You’d get to be a strong manly beast like me and I’d get to enjoy being young and 21 again.” He continued, making Max feel even more confused and horny by the situation.

It wasn't long after that the two finished their breakfast. Frank got up and took both of their plates to the sink, saying he’d wash them later. Max thanked him and was about to leave when Frank offered him a quick coffee. Of course Max kindly accepted. Why wouldn’t he? Little did he know that his step dad had added an extra special ingredient to it.

Frank handed Max a mug of coffee while holding another for himself in his other hand. The two sat back at the table and began drinking the coffee when suddenly Max started to feel weird. His vision began to blur and his entire body started to buzz. He put the cup down in a panic, immediately telling Frank that something was wrong. but Frank smiled.

“Don’t worry boy, you’ll be alright. Just let it happen so I can be young and dumb again…” Frank told his step son as he too started to feel the effects of the remedy he’d added to their drinks. He reached across the table and grabbed Max’s trembling hands through all the panic. “I can’t wait to become you, son.”

Before Max had time to process or respond to what his step dad had just said, both of them faded from consciousness.

———

Frank was the first to wake up. His head felt groggy but as soon as his vision cleared, a huge smile came across his face. There lying unconscious in the chair before him was his own former body. It’d worked. The swap had actually worked! Frank looked down at himself to see the clothes Max had been wearing when they blacked out. And his body underneath. It was slimmer and smoother than ever! He could hardly believe it… He was actually inside his step sons body!

Franks hands roamed across his new younger body with joy. Sure he might not have been as big and manly as before but that was fine. This body still had so much time to grow. A few years in the gym and he’d be a stud again in no time. And youthful one at that. He was already beaming with excitement at all the possibilities his newfound youth would bring. Most of all how much sex he was hopefully going to have with other young men and women now that he had the stamina of a 21 year old again. Speaking of…

He reached down and tugged open the waist of Max’s shorts to get a better look at his new equipment. He had to admit his step son had a nice looking cock. It was a little smaller than Frank would’ve liked, especially compared to his old dick. Perhaps the shop he bought the body switching remedy from would also have something to help enlarge bis step son’s dick as well. Though he supposed he should start thinking if it as his dick now.

Snapping the waistband back into place, Frank looked over at his former body once again. Max’s sleeping soul now residing in that bigger burlier body. It was unreal to see that same manly bearded face he’d adorned for so many years from the outside. He had to admit he was definitely a hot daddy. Part of him couldn’t help thinking what it would feel like to fuck himself. Or get fucked by himself. But he didn’t think something like that would be happening anytime soon if at all after what he just pulled. Something to keep in mind though.

For now Frank needed some time on his own. He’d already made some living arrangements ahead of time so he could get away for awhile and enjoy his new body alone without Max being hysterical. And so he jumped up from the table and gathered all the stuff he needed to take with him as quick as possible in hopes of leaving before Max awoke. Stuffing his bags full of clothes and other items mostly belonging to Max before getting ready to leave. Taking one last look at his unconscious former body before stepping out the front door, ready to start his fresh new life.

———

Hours had passed by the time Max came around. He opened his eyes to find himself still sitting at the kitchen table. Only something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.

He found himself sitting exactly where Frank had been before they blacked out. He had no idea why but as he sat up properly there was unfamiliarity to how his body moved and responded. His eyes were instinctively drawn down towards his body and Max could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a moment at what he saw.

He let out a sudden scream of shock that came out much deeper and masculine than he’d expected it to. Instead of the young smooth body he expected to see, Max was greeted by a much thicker and hairier torso that certainly wasn’t his own. But it wasn’t unfamiliar. He ran his hands down his chest and stomach in awe. There was no mistaking it. As he flexed one of his biceps slightly, there was no way to deny it. Seeing it from this angle was disorienting but there was no mistaking it. These bulky arms and hairy pecs… they were Frank’s!?! But how!?

As much as he couldn’t believe it, there was no denying it. Every second that passed seemed to confirm it even more. Max stood up from the table with a wobble Ashe adjusted to his heavier frame. Immediately he noticed his thicker legs and bigger feet as well. All of it so familiar with how many times he’d scanned his step dad’s body. Only now it was his!? His damn body!? He was even wearing the exact same tight grey sweat shorts Frank had been wearing before they passed out!

“Noooo no no no… what the fuck. What the fuck… I-I’m dreaming! I’ve gotta be dreaming�� fuck.” Max half shouted as he continued to feel up his new body. Not knowing whether to feel terrified, confused, angry or… turned on.

Before long he was stumbling down the hallway as he struggled to adjust. Every step felt heavy. And with every one he took he could sense every minor change in his new body. The air brushing against his fuzzy chest. The way his muscles flexed with each movement. It felt oddly exhilarating. There was even an unfamiliar itching around his face.

“Holy shit!” Max blurted out in a deep drawl, unmistakably belonging to his step dad, as he brought a hand up towards his face. “I’ve got myself a fuckin beard!?” Having gone his whole life with little more than scruff on his face, the feeling of a thick and full beard was alarming to say the least. He stood still for a moment, mouth agape as his meaty fingers explored his new facial fur. It felt weirdly erotic. Though as he explored his fingers wandered up even further until they met the baseball cap sitting on his head. He didn’t remove it completely but he moved it just enough to confirm that… “Ohhhh my god… I’m fuckin bald.”

Just like Frank.

Max finally tumbled his way into the living room until he found the mirror on the wall. He practically knew what’d happened by this point but actually seeing it caused every thought in his brain to stop dead just for a moment. As staring back at him in the reflection was none other than his bald, bearded and buff step dad Frank!

“W-what…the fuck!?…” was all Max could say, the words coming out crumpled with shock. He was actually in the body of his step dad!? It was undeniable. But how!? And why!? And where was his real body?! Where was Frank!?!?! So many questions burned through all at once. Yet they all seemed to fade the moment his eyes shifted down towards his crotch. His gaze settled upon the thick bulge in his step dad’s shorts.

It was like he’d entered some kind of lust induced trance as he allowed his hands to run over his bulge. He just could help himself, wasting no time before squeezing Frank's meaty cock through the tight fabric. It was fat. Sooooo fucking fat. Just like a thick daddy dick should be. He could feel it starting to pump with blood at all the excitement, causing it to pulse and grow. Max stared into the mirror as the outline of his step dad's cock grew bigger by the second, pressing aggressively against his shorts in a way that made him feel strangely powerful. His old dick had never been this big. Before long his new dad dick was at full mast and eager for attention. Just tracing the outline of it felt extraordinary.

While his left hand continued to absentmindedly rub his crotch, Max brought his right hand up to his face once more. Not just inspecting his new beard but his face as a whole. Touching and examining Frank’s features, now belonging to him. He felt incredible and… so manly. He even slipped the baseball cap off to finally get a proper look and feel of his bald head. That was definitely one of the most bizarre feelings but Max welcomed it all the same. Embracing the masculinity of it all as he played with his dick.

He still couldn’t get over the beard though. He’d always admired Frank for it. Max had always wished he could grow one like it and now it was all his. That said, maybe if he’d been shot out of Frank’s heavy balls two decades ago rather than real dads, his old body might’ve been able to grow an actual beard by now too.

Max then lifted up his right arm into a simple bicep flex. Before him was an image of his step dad that Max had only seen in his imagination. Rubbing his massive hard-on while flexing one of his juicy biceps and showing off one of his hairy pits. His cock grew more and more sensitive with every erotic moment. Even more so as he brought his left hand away from his crotch and pulsing dick simply so he could do a double bicep pose. It was one of the hottest images he’d ever seen and it only got better as he started to kiss his biceps.

However, once he dug his nose into Frank's pits, that musky smell pushed him over the edge. The scent he’d only gotten the chance to smell by stealing his step dad’s used shirts from the laundry basket. Now it belonged to him! And it drove him made with lust. His cock tensed for a moment before…

“OOOOOoouuuuhhhhhhh….OOooohhh…OOOOOooohhhhhhaaa” Max groaned long and deep as his cock unleashed rope after rope of heavy cum. He continued to flex his biceps as his daddy seed quickly stained the crotch of his shorts, creating a huge sticky wet patch.

With one final deep sigh, Max felt the last of his step dads nut drool from his fat cock. It took awhile for him to come down and for his mind to clear again but once it did a huge smile spread across his bearded lips. As shocking as it’d been at first, this really was the greatest miracle Max could’ve ever asked for.

After taking some time to bask in the afterglow of all that, Max found himself collapsing on the couch with a satisfied grin on his face. He felt the strange urge to go on a monologue about how happy he was to have received his step dad’s life and body but something caught his eye before he could.

A letter sat on the coffee table with his name on it. And it was in Frank’s handwriting no less. Naturally Max grabbed the letter and wasted no time ripping it open.

~~~

Max

I’ll start by saying sorry. By now you have probably already noticed that I’ve switched our bodies. I know you must be shocked but I hope you can forgive me for stealing your body. I just couldn’t stop myself.

I did it using a special remedy. The moment I saw it in the little magic shop I found, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to relive my 20’s in your body. I know it was wrong but wouldn’t you do the same in my position?

Well actually… that said maybe not. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. I could always feel your eyes watching my body. Eying me up like a damn meal. If I’m to hazard a guess I’d say you’re probably enjoying being me for the most part. I hope so at least because that remedy only works on a person once. Which means this is basically permanent. I hope you’re okay with that. You’ll get to keep my muscled hairy body. My manly charm. The house we lived in. Not to mention you get to keep my kick ass beard! Bet you’re already lovin that huh?

Anyway I’ve left you with plenty of stuff and you’ll have my old job as a mechanic to keep you going. The keeper at the magic shop told me that we should start to gain a few of each other’s memories as they become necessary so you should be able to handle my job fine. You’ll be a pro at fixing stuff before you know it.

I plan to spend some time away for a while to get into this new life. Figure out the new me and what not. I’ve taken a few of your things with me but I suppose they’re my things now. And my old stuff is yours!

That said I think this’ll be good for both of us. See you soon.

- Frank

~~~

Max set the letter down to process it a little. He felt as if he should be angry. Being forced to trade his early 20’s in exchange for being in his mid 30’s. Almost anyone would hate that! Yet he simply wasn’t mad. How could he be angry? Having the hunky manly body of his step-dad with the front his shorts drenched in his step-dad’s cum. No… it was his cum now. His burly body. His bearded face. His musky stench. His thick cock. How could he be angry with all that? He was living his biggest wet dream come true!!

Max set the letter down before heading back into the bathroom. He peeled off the sticky shorts, tossing them on the floor before wrapping a hand around his cum coated cock. He gave it a couple gentle strokes before bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking up the cum covering it. A little got in his beard but he didn’t care. It was a good look.

Max stepped towards the shower and twisted the knob. He heard it whir to life and began running with hot water. But before Max stepped under it, he went over to the mirror one last time before turning his backside to it.

“Damn, now that’s a beautiful muscle ass.” He commented while jiggling it a little before spreading his cheeks. “Gonna have to get a dick up this tight hole soon.” He chuckled as he teased his virgin dad hole with his finger slightly. Pressing it against the tight entrance slightly as he imagined what it’d be like to take a fat cock up this new muscle butt of his. “Anyway, time to get this body cleaned up.”

With that Max stepped under the shower, letting the warm water rush over his new body. Before long he started to lather up every inch of his manly new form soap, relishing in every part of it. Frank could do whatever he wanted with his old body, he didn’t care anymore. As far as Max was concerned, this was his body now. He was the new Frank. Forever.

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"So, what do you want to do next?" asked Greg to the twink he just bagged on Grindr an hour ago and now already sitting with him in the hotel's lounge. He can sense that the twunk is fucking horny and ready for some actions based on how eager he looked like and how the tent in his shorts not softening at all for the past 15 minutes, and honestly, he's also ready for some pump and dump. His girlfriend Trish really is a tease with the sultry chats informing him that her plane will arrive around 3 PM and before that, the raging hormone Trish awaken should be dumped first or he'll go nuts. Especially with the way Trish gonna keep him on edge and only give it to him by the time the night comes after the dinner and short clubbing sesh, he's gonna be too horny to function by that time, he'll likely just bust his load as soon as his meat snuggled into her tight pussy. So quickie is the answer

But from what he experienced since he was an inexperienced and horny teenager up until now being a 31 years old horny hunk, girls are complicated for a quickie like this with all their feelings, so he opted to get his relieve from some local or touristy twink that turned on their Grindr here. The less strings attached, the better, and gays are usually quite self-aware to not expect much from their Grindr date aside from casual fucking, or at least that's how Greg sees it.

The twunk replied to his question with a mischievous smile,

"You have a room here, right? Let's go upstairs,"

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"Greg, there you are. Why the fuck are you not answering my calls? I told you I would land here by 3 but you were not in the terminal and you could not be contacted!"

Greg just look at the bewildered Trish and instead just give her a smirk. He's looking around the beach from the lifeguard station with no shirts on and a canned energy drink in his hand, looking imposing as always by being a 210 lbs tattooed buff man and he just simply glanced at her.

He then proceeded to walk down the steps to approach Trish with his usual confident gait, but then what happened right after surprised the already angry Trish to her core.

"You have a lot of thing to explain, sir. What the fuck just happened?"

Instead of responding her seriously, he just smirked at her and start pouring the energy drink all over his body.

"Ahhh fuck, this feels so good,"

Trish just look at him with her eyes popped open. Is he serious? Doesn't he realize how deep of a trouble he's in right now? But as if disregarding whatever thought she has, Greg just went on and practically danced himself away like a stripper in the local night club.

He throws his camo cap to the astonished Trish who grabbed it and instantly slammed in anger to the sand, but he still doesn't give a single fuck. Instead, he continously showcased his muscular bubble butt through various sultry poses that might be funny in other situation, but clearly only pissed her off even more

"What the fuck gets inside you!?" Asked Trish in one of her series of anger, to which Greg smirked and then instead humped the sand below, his semi-hard cock visibly swinging inside his pants everytime he moved up and down. Trish keep on talking and berating Greg throughout the long 30 minutes in which Greg just being a total goof of his usual serious self, purposefully ignoring her until she backs down and leave him alone with his new body

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"What the f---" said Greg as he realized that a syringe jabbed to his quads by the blonde twink that three seconds ago seemed to be harmless and ready to give Greg a blowjob. Greg quickly fell limp as his whole legs lost its entire strength and crumpled like a Levis pants with no one wearing it. The numbness quickly spread to the rest of his body and he only manage to mutter some slurs before his consciousness vanished

Kyle giggled in admiration of the success of the potion. The limp Greg seems to still have some air pockets due to the crevices of his muscular form, so Kyle proceeded to flatten out Greg by taking out all the air that still trapped within him, solidifying his full alteration into a bodysuit ready to be worn.

Kyle, being a 6'1, 155 lbs former varsity wrestler actually still have some extra leg room when he slides into the much bigger Greg at 6'4" and 210 lbs. But the suit is really adaptive and very restrictive as it takes effect quite quickly upon contact with another skin. It's resembling more of putting on cyclist tracksuit rather than simple clothing, and the tightness can really be felt with every twist and turn of adjustment. It also brings quick renewed sensation as Kyle quickly got the sensation of being much bigger, like when he slid his 5.5 inches decently-sized cock to the sheath of the gargantuan uncut piece of meat Greg called his own, the heftiness of it can be quickly felt by the lustful college grad. As Greg balled his fist and let out a howling growl, his infiltration finally come to fruition as he's now in charge of Greg's body. He dashed to the closest mirror and give a playful smirk to his own reflection, a complete takeover that he'll not waste again

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"Aww shite, that's yer Aunt Betty comin' back. Go put on some clothes and clean up a bit in case she checks on ya, I will slow her down," said Uncle Scott putting on his camo shirt, stained and worn-out jockstrap and his jeans quickly. He leaped upstairs leaving me in the basement to clean as much as possible evidence of our promiscuity right under Aunt Betty's nose. I couldn't risk her to find out that her own nephew that she raised like her own son has been sucking her husband's cock on the side like some whore. To be fair, despite sucking Uncle Scott's literal dick, it's my boyfriend currently in control of his body, and I have to say, he's been doing such a damn fine job pulling off the perfect impersonation of Uncle Scott. The choice of words, the overall attitude, the accent, he nailed everything to the tee. Even now, I literally remembered that he and Aunt Betty bickered exactly like this everytime she got back from her day out.

After I wiped the dried cum splattered all across my torso and my lips, I quickly leaped back to the couch and turned on the TV as I heard her coming down. Right when I put on my cap, her head peeked while she stands in the stair looking at me

"Having too much fun you are not even aware your aunt's coming back with grocery? And God damn this place reeks, what did you do until you stinkin' up the space this bad?"

"Oh shit Aunt Betty, I actually drowsed off after my workout. Just woke up a couple minutes ago, need help?

"Figured it's the workout. Well, come upstairs, your uncle can use some extra hands,"

Goddammit, I almost bursted in laughter. I know Aunt Betty didn't mean it that way, but that's what Uncle Scott literally said to me as he grabbed my hand to stroke the mushroom head of his cock as his two hands weren't enough to fully stroke the entirety of his 9.5 inches monster. How long we can keep this shit a secret with Aunt Betty still around?

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Join us, bro.

Based on @devonpink's story. (🔊 ON)

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A Body Stealer Tale: At The Beach

Jackson was playing handball with his friends when suddenly he felt everything around him go eerily silent. He was confused when he noticed that his friends, as well as everyone at the beach, were frozen, as if time had stopped and Jackson was the only one still moving. The waves still crashed against the shore, their rhythm unbroken and relentless, as seagulls flew above.

"Sit" Jackson heard a deep voice order.

Jackson immediately obeyed, sitting on his heels and looking up at the strange man approaching him, whose voice was so deep and powerful that made Jackson feel weird vibrations piercing their way inside his head. He knew he should be freaking out right now, but he wasn't for some odd reason.

Jackson usually wouldn't obey anyone, and even more a strange man, but the vibrations inside his head told him it was ok to obey that one man who was in front of him.

"Good boy," The man said, hovering over Jackson and looking down at him. The man placed his thumb inside Jackson's mouth and gently opened it.

"You're so hot, when I saw you playing I knew I had to try your body. Open up for me, boy," The man started to stretch open Jackson's mouth, stretching it in an inhumane way as if Jackson was suddenly made of rubber.

Jackson remained still, staring at the man with blank eyes as the man inserted his foot inside, then his other foot, for last the man placed Jackson's face over his.

Jackson looked down at his fit body, running his hands down his hard abs and finally squeezing the massive bulge in his speedos.

Suddenly everyone around him started moving again, Jackson's friends totally unaware that Jackson was now being worn by a strange man.

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