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AI Illustration: Bodybuilder body swap.

Generated by @bodyhopper-files, Midjourney V6, text prompt.

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Caption: “Oh yeah, these muscles are mine now! Damn, this body is built! Check out these legs, nice and thick! Nice abs, big hairy chest. Huge arms! I’m about to have so much fun with this cute little beefcake! Get ready, ‘cause I’m about to show this body how to REALLY use these muscles! Fuck, I’m so damn sexy now!”

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"Damn hubby, we hit the jackpot with these two. " I said flexing in the mirror.

"Yeah we did" hubby said looking in the other mirror.

These guys were just 2 straight guys that came to the city with hot bods. And when they realized they can work at the gay clubs for good money they decided they would do it.

Well jokes on them because we seized our opportunity. My husband and I were gay ghosts that lived a few floors up in our apartment. We have been haunting this building for years. We possess the random guys here and there and had fun but no one we felt good about staying in.....till now.

These 2 were perfect. Great bods, gay club and even pretending to be gay, it was an easy choice. We floated down and merged with their bodies as they freaked out. Once in we felt so fucking great. They were gearing up for work so already dressed up.

"Honey" hubby said as he walked in the other room to stare at me " do you think we have some time for a little fun? "

"We will make time" I said as I began to grab his junk.

Before too long hubby was already on his knees and began sucking my new cock and fuck was it a big one. God, it was fucking phenomenal. I was throbbing so fucking hard. I had to make him stop before I came so I can play with his cock too.

We spent the next 20 minutes sucking and fucking till we both came, all the while the guys were in our heads crying. Well they got their wish. They are a gay couple at the club now. We cleaned each other up in the shower and then headed to work, hand in hand. And ready to fuck again later

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Going on vacation with my stepfather was always a pain. He and my mother have been together for 4 years now, and despite treating her very well, he treats me like trash. When she's not around, he's either rude to me or just ignores me. I've tried to have a good relationship with him but I never managed to. In the end, I decided to accept it because my mother was happy.

We arrived at the beach and he went into the water, while my mother went to buy drinks. While I was on the sand, a thin old man approached me.

"Hello child, I can feel you have trouble getting along with someone close to you. I believe I have the solution for that." He opened his bag and took out a bottle of what looked like orange juice. "This is a magic potion. The person who takes this will become an extremely trustworthy person, who cares about you and will help you in everything."

I thought it was strange how the old man knew this, and although I was skeptical, I decided to give it a try. I took the bottle in my hand and when I went to thank the old man, he was gone.

I took advantage of the fact that my mother hadn't returned yet and went to my stepfather. "Hey, here's the juice mom bought you."

"Thanks.", he said with a sullen face. I watched as he quickly drank the cold liquid. However, I also noticed that his neck started glowing and growing thicker, as if something else was going down his throat, but by the time he finished drinking the bottle, it had returned to normal.

A big smile appeared on his face. "Thank you so much, son." Said my stepfather. "I never thought I would manage to get such a strong and hot body. This is a dream come true."

Then, I realized what had happened. Somehow, the old thin man that gave me the bottle possessed my stepfather body. "Hey, what do you mean? Are you ok?"

"I'm great." He said. "In fact, I've never felt so good. Thank you so much for giving me this delicious body. Don't worry, your old stepfather is gone. From now on we will be much closer. I already realized how eager you are for me to fuck you. Just wait until we arrive at the hotel."

I didn't know what to say. I would never have imagined that this could happen, otherwise I wouldn't have given him that potion. Or would I? The slightest chance of being fucked by him already made my dick hard as a rock.

"Hey boys, there you are!" Said my mom arriving with water and juice for us. "Are you okay, honey?"

"I'm great, my love." Said the old man inside my stepfather, as he winked at me.

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A few months have already passed since my stepfather change, and we have sex almost every day. Since my mother works at night, weekday nights are reserved for "strengthening my bond with my stepfather".

"Just finished my swimming. Get ready to be destroyed." He said in the message and sent me a mirror selfie, and all I did was wait for him to arrive and fuck me the way only he knows how.

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Taylor, The Latte Boy

I’d spent all day thinking about who I was going to shift into as soon as I got home from work. I could go with one of my “Favorites,” sure. Maybe Kevin, The Leather Bear. It did feel good to unwind and smoke a few cigars in his body at the end of the day. Or maybe Joshua, The Muscle Stud. I could take his body down to the gym and get out some tension there. But I was in the mood for someone new.

And then it hit me. The cute boy from the coffee shop earlier. What did he say his name was? Taylor. Yeah, he was exactly what I was in the mood for. I opened my Camera app and quickly scrolled through my pictures from the day. I found the one I had taken of Taylor. It wasn’t a great picture – I’d had to kind of sneak one in as he handed me my coffee – but I hoped it would work. I opened the photo in the Shiftr app, zoomed in on his face, and then pushed “Shift” button. 

I felt myself shrinking and my clothes reshaping themselves around my new body to become the barista uniform Taylor was wearing when I snapped the picture of him. It was complete with a green apron and a handwritten name tag. I could smell his cologne and his hair product on me. I could also smell the stale scent of the coffee that had seeped into his clothing after working all day. The “Shift Complete” notification popped up on my phone, and I rushed into the bathroom to take a look at myself. Sure enough, I had been shifted into an exact copy of the cute young guy I had seen earlier.

“Uh, grande non-fat latte for Craig?” I said in his voice. It came out just like he had said it to me when he was handing me my coffee that morning. 

I didn’t waste any more time getting myself out of his uniform after that. The green apron came off first, and then the black polo, and the coffee-stained khakis. Now I had him in just his cute little underwear, and fuck, was he hot! As a complete surprise to me, Taylor had been hiding a totally sexy body underneath that barista uniform, complete with a furry six-pack, some nice, thick pecs and arms, and a pair of hairy, muscular legs.

I took a few quick pictures of my new self and saved them to a new profile in my Shiftr app as “Taylor, The Latte Boy.” While I was at it, I added him to my Favorites. This was a body I planned on using many, many more times.

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Stripper

Strippers have a habit of putting their bodies on display. I’m surprised I haven’t harvested more of them. When I saw Carlos on the pole, I knew he was just what I needed for my collection.

I waited until his shift was over and followed him into the dressing rooms. It was easy to get him injected. Every bit of his flesh was exposed. As soon as the process was complete, I scooped up my prize and slipped into it. I put on his street clothes and walked out the door. I think I’m going to enjoy Carlos.

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Boyfriends

I’ve had a lot of boyfriends throughout my years. We have fun together. It’s exciting getting to know someone. I really like studying what makes them tick and getting to know their mannerisms and habits. You can really fall in love with somebody.

But relationships run their course. Some last longer than others. But when my relationships approach their natural conclusion, I found a way to transition them into something different.

There’s never really a break up in my relationships. Only the stab of a needle, followed by a sinking filling that all of a sudden you’re not whole. That’s because you’ve just made the move from my heart to my collection.

That’s what happened to Julian. We had plenty of fun together while the relationship was fresh. But something happened that changed my outlook on our future together. We got in a minor argument. It was bound to happen sooner or later. Instead of providing some give-and-take and some emotional vulnerability, I only provided the syringe in the back of his neck.

Our time together meant that I could easily impersonate him. It was fun, finally dwelling in his skin after only having looked at it from the outside these last months. I thought he was attractive enough to be with so of course he was suitable to wear. I felt so sexy, wearing his tan skin and tattoos. He may not have made a very good boyfriend but he makes an excellent bodysuit.

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Bait

I’m trying to catch a bear today. This is the bait I’m wearing. Looking like this I feel like I can harvest anyone I want. I think it’s going to be a good hunt.

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Mexican Muscle

I am wearing one of my favorite bodysuits today. I love being Mexican, and having muscles. He’s the perfect combination. I feel so powerful with my broad chest and massive arms. It would’ve taken me years to hone a physique like this. But with his body and my collection, I can look like this anytime I want to.

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Jock Body

My nephew will never find out that I’m swapping his body with mine on the weekends, and he’ll never guess that I’m using his body to work as a go-go boy with his knowing husband at the gay clubs in the city. (My nephew has a gorgeous and devious husband, right?)

These guys all drool over my nephew’s hot jock body and we probably make more money than all of the other dancers combined.

His husband made me promise that if I hook up with anybody while I’m in my nephew’s body, I need to send videos and photos to him. And I’ve sent a lot of photos and videos!

My nephew believes he is going out every weekend and get black out drunk, but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him. His husband and I have a lot of fun exploring our almost naked bodies on stage and, for the right price, we’ll take you in the back room and let you live out all the jock fantasies you’ve ever wanted.

(I had to flesh it out and update this story.)

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Rites: The Beginning of Ramadhan

People that called Islam as their religion said by the time Ramadhan starts, the supernaturals no longer can roam free for 30 days as they are chained to their resting place until the end of that holy month. Well, as a newly-deceased person who died in a predominantly Muslim country after a crazy drunk-fueled night collision, I took the liberty to rest for the time being inside Ahmed here, and boy he's one funny guy

The moment I took him over, his mind instantly flashed to the countless parties he attended and he thought that his inability to be in the driving seat of his own body is him practically being punished by his God for raving all night long a couple times ever since he graduated college, wearing gold jewellery beyond rings and silk clothings like he's a cross-dresser or prideful greed Roman people and chugging alcohol or smoking LSD several times across these years.

That made it so much easier for me to manipulate him as I found out in my previous possession that I could make myself appear as horrendous or as domineering as possible when I already infiltrated his mind. So, utilizing his ultimate fear, I appear as his own grandpa, this authoritative, muscle man that despised anything that goes against the scripture with a little demonic spice of toothy, wide grin and cruelty sparkling from my eyes.

Boy when I tell you he shrunk, that man literally reverted back into the little boy that he was when this grandfather figure was alive. He tilted his head to look up to me with fear clearly painted in his face as he probably pictured me as this imposingly authoritative tyrant that beat his ass for every violation he dared to do in the past and ready to inflict similar pain once more

"Yeah, stay still, boy, a real man is in charge now," I said with delight using his own voice as I purposefully amplified my thoughts to the outside world as if I'm talking and self-worshipping my own set of twitchy muscle pecs that now remained still, no longer resistings its new controller

I walk into the bathroom inside this apartment that I can practically call as mine to fully inspect the goods under my care. As the shorts pooled on the bathroom floor, I'm left with only a rather classic underwear that cupped his ass and slightly hardening cock. Mmmmm.......not only I can tell that there's a delicious meat hidden inside this pouch, it also smelled hella intoxicating, or this underwear at least smelled intoxicating.

I happily grab the thick waistband of this underwear to reveal the package he shielded with this cotton pouch and I cannot help but smirk when I look at the fat mushroom head with no foreskin and the thick veins that powered this meaty monstrosity to reach such length. Memories of the way he inserted this weapon inside so many pussies instantly drive it to its full-length and I'm literally leaking from thinking about the prospect to bury this monster into a lot more varied, tighter hole, especially cute young jocks several years this bod's junior or even some submissive, easy-to-control bottom daddies.

Biting my lips knowing I want to edge myself further, I resisted the temptation to jack the thick meat right away and continued my exploration to check on my newest body a bit more detailed by looking at it with microscopic attention and also several moments of glancing to the mirror. The way his biceps bulged, the pits that he unfortunately just shaved because this nagging whore he currently involved with told him to keep himself dapper, neat and not too musky....pffftt....as if there's such category of anything getting too musky when it comes to men's BO. All in all, the way the rest of his muscle responded to each of my command to flex, curl up, stretch, and everything else really caused me to reach my tipping point. If only I let go and did not hold it, my fucking underwear would be soiled with my own thick, tasty cum literally one day before Ramadhan as if I'm still the horny, younger Ahmed in need of my sweet release before blueballing myself for 30 days for fear of getting caught by my baba.......FUCK this whole schtick really sounded more and more natural the longer I stayed inside of him

Okay, I don't think I can hold it much longer and it's been 35 minutes anyway of me self-worshipping my new physique, so it's time to drive this whole thing to the finish line. I started making silly faces and also doing some bodybuilder poses he practiced to push myself to the limit but a much more recent memory of his surfaced much to my delight, Onlyfans

Well well well, these straight porn contents he made with the chicks he slept with from Thanksgiving last year all the way to just last week. Damn......just look at him....look at me, piledriving that thick monster, guiding those pussies to bounce up and down, licking their nipples, I am a pro at knowing just what people want to see and how much I can keep the whole thing looking natural and not too poseyyyaaahhhh.....mmmmmmhh.......I can fuckkinggg....hnmMMMmggHHh....hell yeah.....imagine how delicious it will be if....mmmMmhaaHHHhh.....that is some wrestlers ass I....FFUUUCCKKKKINGGG GHHHHH.....pound.....huh.....fuck.....huh.....goddammit, look at that sticky fucking mess......mmm, slightly in the sweeter side, well his diet is well-balanced, so no surprise on that. Fuck, I'm so tired, I think I just need to take off this underwear and call it a day, I can just shower before my morning prayer *smirk*

Grabbing random underwear spread on the floor, I simply dry my slick cock with the drier part of the underwear before throwing it away after stealing a quick final sniff and put on the other one – this time it's black – of course with yet another quick sniff before putting the snug briefs circling my waist.

Flopping myself to bed, I open the stashed laptop to check on whether or not there's upcoming demand from my loyal subscriber, only to be reminded that tomorrow is the first day of Ramadhan. Well, trying to be cheeky and on theme, I grab the thobe from the drawer and put that garment on with ease as the material is smooth and it's a loose attire anyway. Time to say hi to some of my loyal fans and see whether or not they're interested if I can do a full-on Lebanese Arabic OF sesh while wearing these types of clothing. Guess Ahmed won't have a blissful Ramadhan this year with me "chained" to the driving seat of his body

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A New Beginning

Jason, a 26-year-old, had spent years navigating the rocky terrain of the dating world. He longed for a meaningful connection but often found himself disappointed. After numerous failed attempts, he reluctantly agreed to go on a date with Marcus, a 45-year-old man. Although apprehensive about the age difference, Jason was drawn to Marcus's maturity and stability.

Their first date was unexpectedly magical. Conversations flowed effortlessly, and laughter echoed through the evening. Weeks turned into months, and their bond deepened. Marcus, established in his career and financially stable, was everything Jason had been searching for. They shared countless moments of joy and intimacy, but there was always a slight disconnect lingering in the background.

One evening, Marcus suggested a getaway to a remote island. He believed the trip would strengthen their connection and allow them to explore new dimensions of their relationship. Excited yet nervous, Jason agreed.

As they arrived at the island and began unpacking, Jason noticed a leather jockstrap with a chain mesh front in Marcus's suitcase. Confused and conflicted, he felt a surge of excitement. Just as he was about to put it away, Marcus walked into the room.

“Awe, you found your first gift, I see,” Marcus said with a knowing smile.

Jason looked up, eyes wide. “What is this?”

Marcus stepped closer, his voice soft and reassuring. “It’s a leather jockstrap with a chain mesh front. I think it will help instill some confidence in you. Trust me, Jason. I want you to feel empowered and sexy.”

They kissed deeply, the connection between them intensifying. Jason's hands trembled slightly as he put on the jockstrap. Jason’s cock is hard and growing harder. The intense stopping is unlike anything he’s experienced before. They begin to kiss. Touch each other’s body and suck on each other’s ears.

“You look incredible,” Marcus murmured, his eyes filled with admiration. “Wear it tonight. Feel its power.”

As they ventured out for the evening, Jason reveled in the feeling of the metal chain mesh pouch as he walked. Each step sent shivers through his body, a constant reminder of his newfound confidence.

Later that evening, they returned to their room to find two full leather BLUF uniforms laid out on the bed. Marcus's eyes sparkled with anticipation. “I thought we could try something new tonight.”

Jason's heart raced as they began dressing each other. Marcus helped him slide into the leather pants, the material clinging to his legs like a second skin. Next came the leather shirt, snug and firm against his chest. Marcus carefully tied the leather tie around Jason’s neck, their fingers brushing against each other, sending sparks of electricity between them.

The thick, old riding boots completed the ensemble, followed by gloves and Muir caps. They stood before each other, both transformed by the erotic attire. The attraction between them was palpable, an almost tangible force.

As they began to make love, Jason felt an unexpected change. His body responded in ways he had never experienced before. He grew slightly taller, his muscles becoming more defined. A beard began to sprout on his previously smooth face, and his hair darkened. His lips grew fuller, more inviting.

Marcus watched in awe and fascination, his desire for Jason growing with each passing second. They explored each other's bodies with renewed passion, their love and lust intertwined. The leather and the transformation had unlocked a new realm of intimacy for them. They fucked hard long and in ways I’ve never experienced before.

This was only the first night of their seven-day vacation. With each passing day, they would discover more about each other and themselves, forging a bond that was destined to last a lifetime.

The next morning, Jason woke up feeling different. The room was filled with the scent of leather and the memories of the previous night’s passion. As he stretched and got out of bed, he noticed something unusual. His reflection in the mirror showed a slightly taller, more muscular man with a hint of a beard and mustache growing in. His body felt more powerful, covered in new hair that had sprouted overnight.

“Wow, I look… different,” Jason murmured to himself, running his fingers through the new growth on his face.

Marcus stirred in bed, smiling as he saw Jason’s astonishment. “You look incredible, Jason. This is the real you, coming out of your shell.”

Throughout the day, Jason couldn’t help but notice the changes. He felt more confident, more assertive. The leather clothes seemed to amplify his newfound sense of self. As the day progressed, Marcus suggested they enjoy a cigar together, a ritual he cherished.

Jason hesitated, unsure of this new experience. “I’ve never smoked a cigar before.”

Marcus smiled reassuringly. “It’s all about the experience. Trust me, it’s something you’ll enjoy.”

They sat on the porch of their beachside cabin, the sun setting in the distance. Marcus carefully lit a cigar and handed it to Jason, showing him how to puff and savor the smoke. Jason took a tentative puff, the rich flavor surprising him. He coughed slightly but then took another drag, feeling the warmth and relaxation spread through him.

Over the next few days, Jason’s transformation continued. His beard grew fuller, his mustache thickened, and his body hair became more pronounced. He embraced his new identity with a sense of liberation. The leather chaps he wore exposed a variety of kink jockstraps, each one enhancing his confidence and sexuality.

Marcus and Jason’s bond deepened as they explored their desires and fantasies together. The leather, the cigars, and their intimate moments created a connection that was both passionate and profound. Jason’s initial hesitation melted away, replaced by an eagerness to embrace every aspect of their relationship.

On the final night of their vacation, they attended a bonfire on the beach. The firelight danced in their eyes as they stood side by side, the waves crashing gently in the background. Marcus turned to Jason, his expression serious yet filled with love.

“This trip has changed us, Jason. I believe this is an opportunity for you to solidify this new version of yourself. Are you ready for that?”

Jason looked into Marcus’s eyes, feeling a rush of emotions. “Yes, Marcus. I’ve never felt more alive, more myself. I want this. I want us.”

They kissed, the world around them seeming to shift and evolve. The firelight reflected the transformation that had taken place within Jason. He was no longer the uncertain young man who had reluctantly agreed to a date. He was now a confident, leather-clad, cigar-smoking man ready to embrace his new identity and the life he and Marcus were building together.

As the bonfire crackled and the stars shone brightly above, Jason and Marcus knew that this was just the beginning of their journey. The island had been a catalyst for change, and they were ready to face the future, hand in hand, leather and all.

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Bear to Twink (Shapeshift - Age Regression)

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