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A Firstborn with Second Thoughts (A Body Swap Story)

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

(Brandon) 

(Tom)

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

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

(Tom having fun in college) 

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

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

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

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

(Brandon waking up) 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tom let out an annoyed sigh. “Seriously?”  

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

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

“Louder.”  

“Brandon,” he said again, voice bitter.  

“Good. How old are you?”  

He shifted uncomfortably. “Eighteen.”  

I tilted my head. “And I am?”  

His jaw tightened. “Twenty.”  

“Who’s the older brother?”  

He swallowed hard before answering. “You are.”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“And I am?”  

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End.

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Stepdad and son time

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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YEAH BROOOO!

Damien you finally fucking mine to play with!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check out Cody's POV by @verus-veritas here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Normal Kids

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But then, one evening, they relented.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I frowned. “Immediate?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt… right.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell are you doing?!”

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Public Relations Internship Part 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

---

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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In the dim light of the deserted office, Leo stirred from his unintended nap on the sofa, his senses immediately heightened by the presence of his boss and long-time friend, Victor, who was now an alien vessel of desire. As Leo's eyes fluttered open, he was met with a sight that was both familiar and bizarrely different. Victor stood over him, but there was an alien gleam in his eyes, a cocky, dominant arrogance that was not quite Victor's usual demeanor.

Leo's eyes widened in surprise, his voice cracking as he spoke, "Victor? What the hell? Everyone's gone home?"

Before Leo could fully comprehend the situation, Victor, or rather the entity within him, began to speak. "Hey buddy, I'm not exactly Victor, but you see, that alien goo you rescued on your way to work? Yeah, that's me. I possessed Victor because, well, I read your mind, and what do you know? You've got quite the crush on him and I needed a body." The explanation from the alien, delivered with Victor's sarcastic charm, left Leo stunned, yet there was an undeniable thrill in the air.

The alien within Victor had read Leo's fantasies, his secret longing for this very scenario, and was now playing it out with an intensity that was almost too real. "Oh, you're in for a surprise, Leo," Victor replied, his voice dripping with a mix of his own personality and the alien's otherworldly charm.

Victor's hands were firm as they grabbed Leo's face, pulling him into a kiss that was anything but gentle. His lips were demanding, his tongue forceful as it invaded Leo's mouth, exploring with an alien precision that left Leo breathless. The kiss was a battle of dominance, Victor's tongue wrestling with Leo's, tasting every corner, leaving Leo dizzy with lust. "Wait, are we really doing this?" Leo managed to gasp out between kisses, his shock mingling with arousal. “Don’t worry about it and relax. Pretend that I’m the real Victor,“ said the alien.

As they kissed, Victor's hands roamed over Leo's body, admiring the contours with a touch that was both possessive and appreciative. "Look at you, Leo," Victor murmured between kisses, his hands tracing the lines of Leo's muscles, "You've always kept yourself in fine form. It's quite the sight, isn't it?" The alien within admired Leo's physique, enhancing Victor's natural appreciation but with a twisted, horny edge. Leo, still in disbelief, muttered, "I can’t believe that this is really happening."

Victor's mouth moved from Leo's lips to his jaw, then down to his neck, where he bit down, not hard enough to break skin but enough to mark, to claim. Leo's hands clutched at Victor's back, feeling the muscles tense under his touch as Victor continued his assault. The alien's breath was hot against Leo's skin, each exhale a promise of more to come.

With a swift motion, Victor's hand found its way into Leo's pants, gripping his hardness with a possessiveness that made Leo's hips buck involuntarily. Victor's strokes were deliberate, his grip tight, moving with an expertise that could only come from reading Leo's deepest desires. "You like this, don't you? Being dominated by your boss, your old pal," Victor whispered huskily, his voice laced with an arrogant satisfaction and a hint of sarcasm. Leo could only moan in response, his voice lost in the overwhelming sensation, "Fuck, Victor, this is insane."

Victor's other hand worked to undo his own pants, freeing his erection, which he pressed against Leo, letting him feel the full extent of his alien-enhanced desire. The contact made Leo's breath hitch, the heat of Victor's arousal against his own was almost too much. "You're really going through with this?" Leo asked, his voice a mix of disbelief and desire.

Victor then guided Leo's hand to his own hardness, making him feel the weight and heat of it. "Touch me," he commanded with a smirk, and Leo complied, his fingers wrapping around Victor, stroking him with a reverence mixed with desperation. Their hands worked in tandem, Victor's guiding Leo's in a rhythm that was both punishing and pleasurable. "You have excellent taste in men, Leo, especially with your obsession with this," the alien complimented, referring to his own cock with a cocky grin. Leo, caught in the moment, couldn't help but laugh nervously, "You're reading my mind, aren't you?" “Guilty“ the alien Victor replied with a smirk.

As the alien Victor kissed him, he suddenly paused, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You know, Leo," he said, his voice dripping with a seductive playful tone, "Remember that trip 6 years ago after my girlfriend left me? You were quite the friend, weren't you?" The memory, long buried under the layers of their professional relationship, surfaced with a vivid clarity, enhanced by the alien's ability to delve into Leo's mind. Leo's eyes widened, "You remember that? How do you... Oh, right, the alien thing."

Before Leo could respond further, Victor's hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer as he whispered against his lips, "I know I said to never bring it up again but you gave me one hell of a blowjob to cheer me up, didn't you?" The kiss deepened, Victor's tongue exploring Leo's mouth with the same intensity as that night, but now with an added layer of alien prowess. Victor's other hand roamed down Leo's body, reigniting the sensations from that memory, making Leo's body respond with a familiar eagerness. "Yeah, I did," Leo admitted, his voice low, "But this is so much more than that."

"You've always had a knack for making me feel better, in more ways than one," Victor continued, his voice a mix of dominance and playful sarcasm, as he guided Leo's head lower, a clear indication of what he wanted. Leo, caught in the throes of desire and the rush of the resurfaced memory, complied, his hands working to free Victor from his pants. "I guess some things never change," Leo chuckled, his voice tinged with awe.

As Leo took Victor into his mouth, he started by teasing the tip with his tongue, swirling around it, tasting the alien-enhanced pre-cum that was surprisingly sweet. He then slowly took more of Victor in, his lips sliding down the shaft with a deliberate slowness, feeling every vein, every throb. Victor's fingers tightened in Leo's hair, guiding him with a firm yet caring touch. "That's it, Leo, just like old times," Victor groaned, his voice thick with lust, the sarcasm now replaced by pure, raw desire. Leo bobbed his head, taking Victor deeper with each movement, his tongue pressing against the underside, his cheeks hollowing as he sucked with an intensity that made Victor's hips buck. "Fuck, Leo, you're good at this," Victor moaned, his voice a blend of Victor's and the alien's.

As Leo continued, Victor pulled him up, flipping him over onto the sofa with a dominant ease. "Now it's my turn," Victor growled, his voice dripping with anticipation. He positioned himself behind Leo, spreading his cheeks with a firm grip. With a slickness provided by the alien's own lubricating abilities, Victor began to slide in, the head of his cock pressing against Leo, slowly at first, allowing Leo to feel every inch as he entered. Leo gasped, the sensation overwhelming, "Victor, oh fuck..."

Victor didn't stop, pushing deeper with each thrust, his movements becoming more forceful, more demanding. "You wanted me so bad, you brought an alien into our lives," Victor panted, his voice thick with lust and a hint of betrayal as he started to plow into Leo with increasing speed. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through Leo. "But here I am, thanking you for it, you twisted bastard," Victor continued, his pace relentless, his cock sliding in and out with a slick, rhythmic motion that had Leo moaning uncontrollably.

Leo's hands gripped the edge of the sofa, his body rocking with each powerful thrust from Victor. "I never thought it'd go this far, Victor. But I'm not complaining," Leo managed to say between gasps, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Victor's hands roamed over Leo's back, sometimes gripping his hips to pull him back harder onto his cock, enhancing the depth and intensity of each penetration. "I'm inside you, Leo, just like you always wanted, but with a twist you never imagined," Victor snarled, his dominance palpable, his thrusts now a mix of punishment and pleasure.

As they neared the climax, Victor's movements became even more frantic, his voice a rough whisper, "I'm gonna fucking cum, Leo, because of you, because of this twisted game we're playing." Leo was right there with him, the edge of release so close, driven by Victor's dominance and the surreal reality of their situation. "Me too, Victor, me too," Leo gasped out.

With a final, powerful thrust, Victor let out a guttural moan, his body tensing as he climaxed, the alien's influence making the experience more intense than anything humanly possible. His release filled Leo, hot and overwhelming, as Leo's own orgasm ripped through him, his body convulsing with the force of it, a culmination of desire, friendship, betrayal, and the bizarre gratitude that had woven through their encounter. "Holy shit, Victor," Leo panted, "That was... something else."

As they lay there, panting and spent, the office returned to its quiet state, but the night would forever be etched in their memories, a twisted, hot chapter in their long friendship, now forever altered by the alien's unexpected intervention. After a moment, Victor, still under the alien's control, helped Leo to his feet. They adjusted their clothes in silence, the air between them thick with the aftermath of their shared experience. With a smirk that was both Victor's and yet not, the alien guided Leo out to the car, the night air cool against their flushed skin.

As they drove to Victor's apartment, the silence was broken by Victor's voice, though it was clear the alien was in control, blending its own essence with Victor's personality. "You know, Leo," Victor started, his tone casual yet carrying an underlying alien amusement, "I've gotta say, that was one hell of a way to end a workday. Who knew you had it in you to spice things up like that?"

Leo chuckled nervously, still processing the surreal events. "Yeah, well, I didn't exactly plan on an alien possession to make it happen," he replied, trying to keep the conversation light.

The alien, adopting Victor's sarcastic tone perfectly, laughed. "Oh, come on, Leo, you've always been full of surprises. But this," it paused, letting Victor's voice drop to a lower, more intimate register, "this was something else. I didn't know you had such a kinky side." Leo shook his head, "Kinky? This is beyond kinky, Victor. This is... alien."

Switching back to its own voice but maintaining Victor's mannerisms, the alien responded, "True, but you seemed to enjoy it. And let's be honest, Leo, you've always had a thing for me. Now, thanks to you, I got to live out one of your fantasies in a way neither of us could've imagined." Leo, still in awe, admitted, "Yeah, I guess I did have a crush. But this? This is next level."

Victor's apartment came into view, and as they parked, the alien continued, now fully pretending to be Victor again, "But seriously, man, thanks for the rescue. I mean, who would've thought getting possessed would lead to this?" His voice was filled with genuine gratitude mixed with Victor's typical sarcasm. Leo laughed, "Yeah, who would've thought? But you're welcome, I guess."

They stepped out of the car, and as they walked towards the apartment, Leo found himself asking, "So, what now? You're not planning on staying in Victor permanently, are you?"

The alien chuckled, the sound eerily familiar yet otherworldly. "Nah, buddy, I'm just here for the ride. But while I'm here, let's make the most of it, yeah? Victor's got some catching up to do with his friend, and I've got some... unique experiences to try." Leo nodded, "Let's make the most of it then."

[swapsrus]

Our sons were always going to be useless, meat-headed jocks. Partying till 6 in the morning, jacking off and leaving their rooms reeking of sex and musk, bullying wimps and nerds. The endless number of phone calls we got from university deans about my best friend and my son was absurd! Finally, after years of putting up with it, we finally decided we had to do something.

It wasn’t easy getting their bodies. Genuine bodysuit injections were terrible hard to come by, but once we found some, it was no trouble turning both our boys into jock meatsuits. Of course, they were terrified. “You’ll never get away with this shit!” They had yelled. We ignored them of course, grinning as we watched them deflate. Soon, they were hollowed out, ready to be slipped into. And once we did, it was like an injection of youth through our bodies. We could instantly tell why our sons needed to jerk off so much! There was an incessant throbbing in my pants, my son was apparently hung as a horse! I quickly discovered that when I yanked on the hem of his shorts to reveal a thick 7 incher and fat balls to compliment it.

On the other hand, my best friend’s son was the sluttiest bottom ever. Who would have thought? A jock head like him exuberated alpha vibes but he was instantly begging to be fucked. How could I resist? we spent the entire day fucking in our son’s bodies, a sheen of sweat covering both of us when we were done.

It seems like we inherited some of their traits when we donned them. Now, we both can’t help acting exactly like them. This time though, we had enough money saved up to drop out of college so we can focus on the real alpha shit that matters!

[swapsrus]

I liked him from the get go! Such a good neighbor to the guy I slipped in before. Now to his perspective...

[swapsrus]

"Look at those faces! They just where such a waiste on those assholes"...

[swapsrus]

"Hey Jake.. can I ask you something?" My friend said sheepishly.

"Sure bud, anything" I said back.

"So I know we thought it would be a good idea for you to possess my Dad so you could come on the family trip, but while we're out here fishing I'm wondering if you'd leave.. I just feel like this would be some quality bonding time between me and my Dad and I just don't want to miss out.

I lowered my muscular arms and stopped fishing. "Oh sport, you are getting that bonding time with him, I AM your father" I responded in his dad's booming and stern voice. He was a hardass but it was fun pretending to be him.

"Dude you know what I mean.. it was really fun! But I just think the last couple days it'd be nice to have the real him back" my friend pressed further.

"No means no" I said sternly, as I fixed my hat atop my bald head. "I am your father now, and what I says goes" I said pointing my meaty thumb at my chest. "Now if you ask again, I'm staying in him, even after we get back home... you understand?" I said raising my eyebrow sternly.

"Yes" my friend said looking down.

"Yes.. what?" I questions.

"Yes sir" he complied.

"Now grab that fishing pole and catch some fish with your father" I said rearing my shoulders back getting back into the father character.

[swapsrus]

Happiness

I look at Albert. He seems to be definition of a Golden Boy. He was a handsome gal; he was popular in school, and it was obvious that he had a successful life ahead of him. So, I couldn’t understand why he seemed so unhappy with his current situation. This was an interesting case for a magician like him. I bet that anyone would be in Albert’s situation. Sure, I could have since this lad as an ungrateful bastard. Punish him by giving his body to some random nerd. But something told me that I was not seeing the full picture. That is why I cast the spell, a spell that will fulfill Albert’s heart desire. A spell to help this tormented soul.

I was really surprised after I cast the spell. I wanted to make Albert happy, but I really didn’t understand what that entailed. Can you believe that Albert biggest desire was to become someone else. It seems that this boy always admired Jake, one of the biggest douchebags in town. I have my hypothesis.  Everyone was expecting something from Albert, while nobody cared about Jake. So, by becoming Jake, he could now do whatever he wanted. Well, the new Jake seems to be loving his new body, his new life, his new freedom. I am certain that he will not miss his old life as Albert. Sadly, everybody now thinks that he will be a failure in life, not that he cares. Honestly, I am certain that he will be happy in his new flesh… so in my eyes, he is already a winner in life.

[swapsrus]

EDDIE, THE NEW FIREFIGHTER

Tommy sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the faint hum of the city outside providing a backdrop to his spiraling thoughts. It had been weeks since Buck had walked out of his life. Weeks of replaying every moment, every touch, every word. But no matter how hard Tommy had tried, Buck’s heart had always been elsewhere—always with Eddie.

Even the mention of Eddie’s name had been enough to set Tommy off during their arguments. Buck had called him paranoid, jealous. But Tommy wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the way Buck’s eyes lit up when Eddie walked into a room, the unspoken feelings simmering between them.

Now, as he sat nursing his resentment, his mind wandered to revenge. If Eddie was the reason Buck had left, then Eddie needed to suffer.

Tommy’s lips curled into a cold smile as a plan began to take shape.

He reached for his phone, scrolling through his old contacts. As a former firefighter, Tommy had Eddie’s number saved for emergencies. Tonight, he’d make use of it.

He dialed the number, forcing his voice into a panicked tone. “Eddie! It’s Tommy. I—I need your help. Please.”

Eddie’s voice came through, calm but concerned. “Tommy? What’s going on?”

“I’m trapped,” Tommy said, injecting desperation into his words. “The bathroom door—it’s jammed. I can’t get out, and my phone’s about to die. Please, I don’t know who else to call.”

There was a pause. Then Eddie sighed. “Alright. I’m on my way. Hang tight.”

Tommy hung up, a twisted grin spreading across his face. The trap was set

.

When Eddie arrived at Tommy’s apartment, he knocked on the door, his brow furrowed with concern. “Tommy? You okay?”

Tommy’s muffled voice came from inside. “In here! Bathroom! Hurry!”

Eddie stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him. He made his way toward the bathroom, his firefighter instincts kicking in.

“You’re alright,” he called, moving quickly. “Just stay calm.”

As Eddie reached the bathroom door and pushed it open, Tommy sprang into action. He swung a heavy object—an iron candlestick—connecting with the side of Eddie’s head. Eddie crumpled to the floor, unconscious.

Tommy stood over him, his chest heaving. “Sorry, Eddie,” he muttered, tossing the candlestick aside. “But you’ve had this coming for a long time.”

He dragged Eddie into the living room, tying him to a chair with thick ropes he’d prepared earlier.

Once Eddie was secure, Tommy stripped him of his uniform, leaving him vulnerable and exposed. He folded the uniform neatly, almost ceremoniously, before stepping into the pants and pulling the spandex shirt over his shoulders.

The bathroom mirror reflected a grotesque spectacle. Tommy stood there, dressed in Eddie’s uniform, his chest rising and falling with exhilaration. The transformation had already begun, though he didn’t know how or why. His muscles bulged as though they were being inflated from within, his veins pulsing under his tightening skin.

He gripped the edge of the sink, watching in awe as his hands grew broader and calloused, fingers thickening with the strength of a firefighter who’d spent years saving lives. “Oh, Eddie,” Tommy muttered, his voice trembling with malicious glee. “You’ve always had everything. But now…”

His legs lengthened, the fabric of Eddie’s uniform pants stretching taut against his thighs. His chest expanded, filling out the spandex shirt until it clung perfectly to his newly sculpted physique. He turned, catching sight of his growing reflection as his hair darkened and reshaped into Eddie’s signature look. When his face began to burn, he gasped, gripping his jaw as it shifted under his hands.

When it was over, Tommy stared at the mirror, his breath hitching. He touched his new face, ran his fingers over his mustache, and smiled. “Perfect,” he whispered, his voice a flawless imitation of Eddie’s. The realization of his transformation filled him with a twisted sense of power.

He flexed his arms, rolling his shoulders as he admired his reflection. “You were always the hero, weren’t you? The golden boy. Everyone loves Eddie. But not tonight.” His grin widened into something cruel. “Tonight, I’m Eddie.”

Tommy stood in front of the mirror, admiring his new form. He ran his hands over his chest, his biceps, his face. “Damn,” he whispered, his voice now Eddie’s. “I look good.” He smirked, flexing in the mirror. “No wonder Buck couldn’t stop dreaming about you.”

He turned to the real Eddie, who was beginning to stir. “Wake up, hero,” Tommy said, his tone mocking.

Eddie blinked, his vision swimming. When he finally focused on the man standing before him, his heart dropped. “What… what the hell?”

Tommy grinned, spreading his arms. “Surprise! Like the new me?”

Eddie’s voice was hoarse with disbelief.

“What did you do?”

“I leveled the playing field,” Tommy said, leaning in close. “You’ve had everything for too long, Eddie. The job. The respect. And now Buck. Well, guess what? I’m taking it all.”

“You’re insane,” Eddie spat, tugging at the ropes.

“Maybe,” Tommy replied, standing tall. “But tonight, Buck won’t know the difference. He’ll think I’m you. And I’ll make sure he never wants the real thing again.”

Eddie’s eyes burned with anger. “You won’t get away with this.”

Tommy laughed, cruel and confident. “Oh, Eddie. I already have.”

He grabbed Eddie’s phone and dialed Buck.

“Hey, Buck,” Tommy said in Eddie’s voice, his tone warm and familiar. “You free tonight?”

“Yeah, of course!” Buck replied, his voice lighting up. “Come over whenever.”

Tommy hung up, smirking at the real Eddie. “See? Easy. Now sit tight. I’ve got a date.”

When Buck opened the door later that evening, his eyes lit up. “Eddie! Come in.”

Tommy stepped inside, playing the part perfectly. Every gesture, every smile was calculated, designed to mimic Eddie’s easy charm.

“Hey, Buck,” he said, his tone low and affectionate.

“Everything okay?” Buck asked, studying him.

“Just needed to see you,” Tommy replied, brushing his hand against Buck’s arm.

Buck blushed, his unease fading under Tommy’s convincing performance. As the evening unfolded, Tommy continued to play the perfect Eddie—laughing at Buck’s jokes, offering soft touches, and looking at him with just the right amount of longing.

By the time Tommy leaned in for a kiss, Buck was completely disarmed, his suspicions forgotten.

Miles away, the real Eddie sat tied to a chair, his heart sinking as he imagined the betrayal unfolding. He knew Tommy was playing a dangerous game, but he also knew the man’s twisted mind wouldn’t stop until he’d taken everything Eddie held dear.

Tommy, meanwhile, reveled in his victory. Buck was his now—or at least, Buck thought he was. And as he deepened the kiss, Tommy smirked inwardly.

In this game, Eddie had already lost.

[swapsrus]

shit that was the door?

-oh! shit that was the door? Will your father have come home by now? -I had my boyfriend's father's huge mature cock inside me at the time, it had been a year since Jeremy had swap his body with his stepfather and my god! I think of the 3 I am the one who is enjoying Jeremy's father's muscular body and huge cock the most.

When the stepfather of my boyfriend Jeremy arrived alarmed at 5am knocking on the door of my apartment I did not believe a word that came out of his mouth, he told me how he and his father had swapped bodies due to an accident of some magical shit.

At first I was as alarmed as him but little by little we began to get more comfortable the truth is that his stepfather was a stud and well let's say that my boyfriend Jeremy looked more like his mother short, fat and even had to wear those horrible thick glasses that made him look like the biggest nerd in high school, but now with his father's body we are all happy ... well everyone except his father, who did not seem happy with having to go through puberty again in the body of her fat, fagot stepson.

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