#Bodyswap

[asiantransformations]

—Prologue—

—Part 1—

The New Owner of JunHao

Mr. Chen stepped out of the hot tub, water cascading down his sculpted form, every ripple of muscle flexing as he moved. His biceps bulged as he ran a hand through his wet hair, smirking as he watched JunHao's eyes dart over his former body—now perfected, refined, made into something far greater than it ever was under its original owner.

Still wet, Mr. Chen slid a pair of shorts on and snapped his fingers, signaling JunHao to follow. The obvious bulge showing an outline left nothing to be imagined. "Come," he commanded, his voice deep, rich with amusement and control. "Let’s get you ready for your new place in my world."

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JunHao’s breath was ragged as he stared at himself in the mirror. The first thing to do was to take a selfie. His new body was good—tall, strong, muscular—but it wasn’t his body. Not his perfect masterpiece. His abs were defined, but not carved to perfection. His biceps bulged, but they didn’t have the effortless dominance his old arms once commanded. His thighs were thick and powerful, but they didn’t exude the same sheer supremacy he had cultivated for years.

He clenched his fists, flexing experimentally, feeling the strength coursing through his new form. It was almost enough. Almost.

Then, Mr. Chen stepped forward.

"Enough staring," Mr. Chen murmured, towering over him in his old body—his real body. The one JunHao had once owned, sculpted, and perfected. "You know your duty."

JunHao swallowed.

He did.

He dropped to his knees.

His hands moved with reverence, fingers gliding over the carved ridges of Mr. Chen’s abs. His abs. Or at least, they used to be. He knew every sensitive spot, every dip and curve that could send shivers down the spine.

Mr. Chen inhaled sharply as JunHao’s palms trailed lower, tracing the obliques that led down to that undeniable power.

"You remember well," Mr. Chen muttered, his voice strained yet smug.

JunHao’s lips curled. "How could I forget?" His new hands, unfamiliar yet eager, caressed the pecs he had once flexed proudly in the mirror. His tongue flicked over a nipple, knowing exactly how sensitive it was.

Mr. Chen let out a low groan, his massive hands gripping JunHao’s shoulders. His new servant wasn’t just worshipping him—he was testing him, proving that no one knew this body better than its original owner.

JunHao smirked against Mr. Chen’s chest. "It’s strange," he mused, his voice thick with something dangerously close to amusement. "Touching my own body like this. Knowing exactly where it’s most sensitive, where it needs attention."

Mr. Chen growled, his fingers digging into Junhao’s shoulders. "My body now," he snapped.

"Of course," JunHao murmured, pressing his lips to the chiseled valley between Mr. Chen’s pecs, savoring the familiarity.

He didn’t stop there.

As his hands moved lower, he felt the body respond—Mr. Chen’s legs tensed, his breath hitched, his control frayed.

JunHao relished it.

He traced his fingers down the deep cut of the Adonis belt, lips trailing lower, heat coiling between them like a storm waiting to break.

And then—

Mr. Chen snapped.

A deep, guttural sound tore from his throat as the floodgates burst open. Even without touching his cock, the pure sensitivity that JunHao made him feel through sensual touch caused him to orgasm already. His grip tightened, muscles flexing in a final, uncontrollable release.

JunHao gasped as warmth spilled over him, his new body drenched in proof of his former form’s absolute dominance. A large, thick white load covered him which had a heavy scent of primal testosterone.

Silence fell between them, heavy and charged.

JunHao looked up, his lips curling as he wiped a stray streak from his cheek.

"Still the ultimate body," he murmured, reminiscing of all his sexual encounters and how every girl was always amazed by how much and potent his load was. JunHao could remember how virile his body matched with his neverending stamina which resulted in fast rejuvenation of insane large loads.

Mr. Chen, still catching his breath, smirked down at him.

"And now, it's mine."

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JunHao gritted his teeth as he lowered himself into another deep squat, his thighs burning, his breath ragged. The barbell trembled on his shoulders, loaded heavier than it should have been, but he needed to push more. He needed more.

Each day, he woke before dawn, forcing his new body through the same relentless punishment his old one had thrived under. He started with heavy compound movements—deep squats, brutal deadlifts, overhead presses—grinding his muscles down to failure. His lungs burned with every set, his heart hammering in his chest. His stamina was nothing like before.

Yet, he refused to accept his limits.

Midday brought isolation training—biceps curls, chest flies, endless crunches to carve out the abs he should have had by now. He slammed protein shakes, ate like a beast, and trained until his body screamed. But the exhaustion crept in faster than before. His new body wasn't built for this.

Still, he pushed. He had to surpass his old self.

"I will be better than before."

But no matter how hard he worked, the mirror reflected the same bitter truth. His pecs weren’t swelling the way they used to. His veins weren’t popping. His body wasn’t chiseling itself into dominance like before.

Why?

Why wasn’t he getting better?

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That night, drenched in sweat, body aching from his latest punishing gym session, Junhao found himself where he always did—on his knees, hands roaming across the thick, sculpted muscle of his former body.

Mr. Chen leaned back, arms folded behind his head, smirking as JunHao’s hands traced his solid pecs, down his ridged abs.

"Still at it, huh?" Mr. Chen murmured. "I can feel how hard you've been working."

JunHao swallowed, pressing his lips to the firm chest he once called his own. So perfect. So strong. His fingers trembled as he kneaded the thick muscle, his own body yearning to match this one.

Then Mr. Chen flexed under his touch—his biceps swelling, his abs tightening—and the realization hit JunHao like a freight train.

This wasn’t just a feeling.

Mr. Chen had actually grown stronger.

JunHao pulled back, eyes widening as he stared at the body before him. The pecs were fuller. The veins on the biceps thicker. The deep cuts in the abs sharper.

It wasn’t possible.

His voice shook. “W-what…?”

Mr. Chen grinned, running a hand over his powerful chest. “You’ve been training so hard, JunHao. So damn hard.” He stretched, flexing his arms. “And it’s paying off… for me.”

JunHao froze.

No. No, that couldn’t be right.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” he whispered.

“Oh, but you do,” Mr. Chen said smoothly, gripping JunHao’s chin and tilting his head up. “Every rep. Every squat. Every drop of sweat you’ve poured into this… it’s been feeding me.”

JunHao’s breath hitched. His stomach twisted.

“You've been making me bigger,” Mr. Chen continued, voice thick with satisfaction. “While you? You’re just burning yourself out.”

JunHao trembled, his heart pounding in disbelief. He wanted to deny it, to push away the truth—but his fingers told him otherwise.

The muscle beneath his touch was denser, thicker, stronger than before.

His own training… his own suffering… had been fueling the very body he once owned.

A deep, guttural laugh rumbled from Mr. Chen’s chest. “Look at you,” he murmured, running a heavy hand through JunHao’s damp hair. “On your knees, worshipping the results of your own hard work. It’s almost poetic.”

JunHao’s hands clenched against Mr. Chen’s thighs. His chest tightened, a deep pit of sadness and frustration clawing at him.

All that work.

All that effort.

And it was all for him.

Before JunHao could react—before he could even process the weight of it—Mr. Chen exhaled sharply, body tensing. His fingers tangled in JunHao’s hair as a deep, loud groan rumbled from his throat.

And then—

Mr. Chen's body spasmed and his hips shot out with power. The strongest he has ever felt so far.

JunHao barely had time to register what was happening before he was drenched. Warm, thick, undeniable. His breath caught in his throat, his entire body frozen as Mr. Chen let out a satisfied sigh above him.

He was covered in the proof of his defeat.

JunHao sat there, trembling, stunned, soaked in the essence of the body he once owned.

Mr. Chen exhaled deeply, flexing once more. "That was a big one," he murmured, looking down at JunHao with a smirk. He dragged his fingers down his abs, spreading the lingering mess across his sculpted stomach. "Guess I had a lot to thank you for."

JunHao's vision blurred, shame, exhaustion, and frustration crashing down on him all at once. His fingers dug into his own thighs, body trembling.

Mr. Chen leaned forward, gripping JunHao’s chin again, forcing him to meet his gaze. His voice was low, victorious.

“You belong to me,” he whispered. “And every time you train, every time you push yourself… I will always be the one who gets stronger.”

JunHao swallowed hard, his throat tight.

"Keep working, JunHao," Mr. Chen murmured. "Keep worshipping. Because no matter how hard you try..."

He smirked. He flexed.

"You'll never be me."

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JunHao kneeled before him, eyes locked onto the body he once called his own. Every inch of Mr. Chen radiated strength—his broad shoulders, his sculpted chest, the ridges of his abs that looked even more defined under the dim lights. His biceps flexed lazily as he ran a hand through his thick hair, a smirk permanently carved into his face.

JunHao swallowed hard.

He’s… perfect.

There was no denying it anymore. No amount of hatred, jealousy, or frustration could change the fact that Mr. Chen was better in his body than he had ever been. The way he carried himself, the effortless confidence, the sheer cockiness in every smirk, every taunt—it wasn’t something Junhao had ever truly embraced before.

But seeing it now?

He was obsessed.

“You’re quiet tonight,” Mr. Chen mused, rolling his shoulders back, making a show of flexing his pecs. “Finally accepting reality?”

JunHao’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Because deep down, he had accepted it.

His body—his former body—deserved to be worshipped.

Mr. Chen leaned forward, gripping JunHao’s chin with rough fingers. “Admit it,” he whispered, tilting Junhao’s face upward. “You love seeing me in your body. You love that I made it better.”

JunHao shivered at the touch, heat pooling low in his stomach. His heart pounded against his ribs, shame mixing with a dangerous thrill.

He did love it.

The way Mr. Chen pushed the limits, never settling, always making it more.

JunHao had spent months training, believing he could surpass his past self, only to realize every drop of sweat, every rep, every moment of exhaustion had only served to make his former body even greater.

It was the ultimate humiliation.

And yet…

He couldn’t stop.

He wanted to see his body grow. He wanted to see just how much stronger, more powerful, more perfect it could become under Mr. Chen’s rule.

“Say it,” Mr. Chen pressed, fingers tightening around his jaw.

JunHao licked his lips. His breath was shallow, his resolve crumbling.

“…You’re better in my body than I ever was,” he whispered.

A slow, arrogant grin spread across Mr. Chen’s face.

“Good boy.”

JunHao didn’t just serve—he devoted himself.

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Morning and night, he followed Mr. Chen’s every move, ensuring his former body was treated like a god. He prepared every meal, calculated every calorie, adjusted every supplement to perfection. He massaged the thick muscles, feeling every fiber of power that pulsed beneath the skin.

And when the nightly rituals came…

He worshipped.

He ran his tongue along the sweat-slick ridges of the abs he once worked for. He traced every vein that bulged across the thick biceps, pressing kisses against them, tasting the salt of his own former perfection.

Most of all, he savored the essence of his past self.

The first time he had swallowed down Mr. Chen’s release, something in him had clicked.

It wasn’t just submission.

It was reverence.

This was his body—his legacy. Every drop that spilled from it was a part of him, a reminder of what he had once been. And instead of feeling disgust, he felt pride.

Because he had built this body.

And now, under Mr. Chen, it was finally being used to its fullest potential.

JunHao moaned softly, licking his lips as he pulled away, the taste still lingering on his tongue. His new body trembled, overwhelmed by the sensations he had long denied himself.

Mr. Chen smirked down at him, wiping a thumb across Junhao’s bottom lip. “You really do love it, don’t you?”

JunHao looked up at him, eyes dark with something dangerous.

“…Yes.”

The more he served, the more Junhao realized—Mr. Chen deserved this body. He piloted his former body better than he could have ever done on his own.

He was arrogant. Cocky. Narcissistic beyond belief.

And that’s exactly what JunHao had lacked before.

He had treated his body like a tool—something to maintain, to refine. But Mr. Chen treated it like a weapon. Like a statement. He flexed with purpose, walked with an unshakable presence, made sure everyone knew exactly how superior he was.

JunHao had been strong. But Mr. Chen was dominant.

He belonged in that body.

And JunHao?

He belonged at his feet.

Not out of shame. Not out of defeat.

But because he wanted to see perfection thrive.

He wanted to be part of the reason his former body became the ultimate form.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” Mr. Chen drawled, arms crossed over his broad chest.

JunHao exhaled, fingers trailing down the thick thigh in front of him. He felt the firm muscle twitch beneath his touch, the sheer power beneath the skin intoxicating.

“…I think you were always meant to have this body,” he admitted.

Mr. Chen arched a brow. “Oh?”

JunHao met his gaze, lips parting slightly. “And I think I was always meant to serve it.”

Mr. Chen’s smirk widened. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”

He grabbed JunHao by the hair, pulling him closer.

Mr. Chen ran a hand down his abs, tracing the sharp definition, his smirk widening as he admired himself. “You should see yourself, JunHao,” he said, voice dripping with amusement. “All that hard work… and look where it ended up.” He flexed his arms, letting the veins pop, reveling in the sheer perfection of his form. “Every rep, every drop of sweat—you weren’t training yourself.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “You were training me.”

"Now be a good boy and show me just how much you appreciate your masterpiece.”

And JunHao obeyed.

JunHao’s breath hitched, his hands still resting on Mr. Chen’s thighs, fingers pressing into the firm muscle. He slowly reached for his former cock. Hard and veiny. The slightest touch caused it radiate so much heat and filled the air with a strong manly scent. His mouth went dry.

Mr. Chen stepped closer, towering over him, his presence suffocating. “And now,” he murmured, “you get to enjoy the rewards.” JunHao jerked it a few times causing an immense pleasure to fill up in Mr. Chen.

With that, he clenched his core, his entire body tensing—pecs bouncing, abs rippling, biceps bulging—as the pressure inside him reached its breaking point.

Then—release.

A monumental flood.

JunHao gasped as the first thick rope splattered across his chest, heat sinking into his skin. Then another. And another. It was relentless—like a damn fountain, as if every rep, every flex, every ounce of strength had been stored for this single moment.

Mr. Chen groaned, his head tilting back, utterly engulfed in pleasure. “Fuck… that’s what I call a reward,” he muttered, rolling his neck as he came down from the high. His hands ran over his pumped chest, smearing some of the evidence of his dominance across his skin like war paint.

JunHao?

JunGao was soaked.

His lips were parted, his breath shaky, his entire body trembling beneath the sheer weight of it all.

Mr. Chen leaned down, gripping JunHao’s chin and tilting his face up, forcing him to look at him. “You love it,” he murmured, cockiness dripping from his tone. “You love knowing that your body is still superior. That all you can do is serve it. Worship it. Train it to be even stronger.”

JunHao’s throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, the truth crashing down on him.

“Go on,” Mr. Chen taunted, stepping back and spreading his arms wide, giving JunHao a full, unobstructed view of his godly physique. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

JunGao shuddered, his fingers tightening against his own thighs, his body weak, exhausted… yet so damn aroused.

“You…” he finally whispered. His voice was hoarse, raw with submission. “… You own me.”

[wrongbodies]

Watch out for Keepers

Everyone told me to stay away from Swapping. I thought it was just overblown concern, exaggerated I was certain. I was so turned on by the idea though. I wanted to try swapping all throughout high school. God, it seemed so kinky. I mean I had always been a horny kid, now a horny college student. And I had the body to guarantee any guy would fuck me.

I was a swimmer, so my muscles were more toned than bulging. Hairless, I was so smooth. I loved when my fucks would run their hands over my legs and arms, surprised by how smooth a man could be.

But I wanted more than just sex. I should say, I wanted more than just sex as myself. Something about the idea of fucking in another body was just irresistible to me. I had discussed the idea with mutual friends, some family. Not how deep my kink went, just something along the line of, "I wonder what it's like to be someone else."

And that is when almost unanimously the people in my life said, "Are you kidding? It's so risky. What if they do something crazy in your body? What if they keep your body?"

I nodded and agreed usually. Swapping was pretty controversial anyways. A lot of people found it repugnant because of the little oversight Swapping had. Users of Swapping tech weren't bound by any laws. Sure, laws had been tried but the trouble was tied up in court about how to hold people accountable when they are in different bodies. And then there are the times people can't confirm someone stole their body.

I was a little afraid of it... but fuck, I wanted to do it so bad. And well, there is not much to be done when my dick overrides my mind.

So I found a guy who had the tech. He was a kinda nerdy guy on campus. He was scrawny, his clothes not always fitting right on his slim frame. He had glasses, and fairly greasy hair. We talked a lot about it before I came around and agreed to swap with him. He was gay too, I found out. And he was curious about trying his luck with the guys in a body that was eminently fuckable.

Me? I was curious about being in another body for a dry run. I didn't care that he was someone I would absolutely never fuck, let alone touch. But I suppose there was an allure in that if I am honest. Like, what would it actually be like to try and get some as a nerd? What would it feel like to orgasm in this tiny body?

So we swapped. It was insane, right away we were both clawing at our bodies. I was surprised at how his arms felt so scrawny, and pulling up his shirt his belly had a bit of a bulge. Not from fat, really. Just organs pushing out from his skinny frame.

He similarly was checking out my body. He was peeking into my jeans, smiling and chuckling to himself. We agreed to part ways and enjoy the experience for the weekend. It was only supposed to be until Sunday night, then we'd swap back. Plenty of time for the both of us to have some fun.

Until he never showed up. I started to panic when I realized he wasn't coming. I started searching around campus and finally saw him heading into my dorm. He tried to ignore me, but I got in his face. He easily shoved me, putting me on my ass.

"I don't think so, dude. I'm going to enjoy this for a little longer." He said, smirking.

I felt my eyes start to well up. What was this feeling? I don't cry! But this body was too weak, to puny to fight back. And I felt powerless... something I never had before. I stayed on the ground as he walked away. I could not utter a word, as I realized he was walking away with my body.

I wondered if he'd ever agree to swap back. The only thing I clung to for hope was he had left the Swapping machine in his room, now mine. I suppose if I got truly desperate, I could try and trick someone else into taking this body. Could I be that cruel? As cruel as this geek who just absconded with my body?

I'd just have to see how desperate I get, I suppose.

[starsofarda]

Hi, this is the second of the bazillion prompts I was given (btw you are still very welcome to fill out my list :D)

@jiangwanyeehaw ha detto: What I recently thought about: Melkor and Maedhros body swap au. There is no explanation, just pure chaos

I hope you like this snippet <3

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The first thing Maedhros noticed was that he was feeling lighter, somehow he wasn't feeling the chains around his body anymore.

The second thing he noticed was that his body seemed healthier, powerful even - an unlikely scenario, considering that he had been indeed a tortured prisoner in that horrible place called Angband for quite some time now and that his strength had dwindled down considerably.

The third and maybe first thing he noticed that made him think that something was horribly wrong was that he heard himself being referred as "Morgoth" by none other than Sauron himself.

That had to be the worst joke in existence.

He looked up - or better, down - and saw the Maia with an unnerved expression. "What did you just call me." His voice was different too, lower, darker. The tone came out more threatening than surpised. "Forgive me, Sire, Melkor. I should have watched my tongue." Sauron's mellifluous tone gave Maedhros a slight shiver he hoped had gone unnoticed.

At that point he looked better at himself head to toe in the faint reflecton of the gold of the lamps that adorned what now he had understood was the throne room. At that point he let out a series of insults worth of his late father.

He was now in Morgoth's body. How? He had no idea. Definitely someone out there was the worst jester in all Arda and as soon as he was out of that ordeal he was going to hunt the culprit for sport, be it Elda or Vala, or Maia or Man yet unborn.

In the meantime, however, he had to come to terms quickly with the fact that he was in Morgoth's body and that made him feel unclean in a way he did not think was possible.

But if he was in Morgoth's body, did it mean that Morgoth was in his body?

He had to stop thinking about it to avoid being sick to the bone. On hindsight, however, this brought up quite a lot of interesting ways to turn the tables.

And Sauron was still there.

"My Lord, are you al-"

"I am. Bring me to the prisoner." He acted out. Acting had been one of his skills after all, back in Valinor. Never he would have thought that he would need them at all. However, if he could fool everyone in Angband long enough, then he had the chance of turning this whole mess around.

And getting back the Silmarils, as he noticed them embedded in Morgoth's crown, shiny as he remembered them in Feanor's hands.

As Sauron lead him through the dark corridors towards a very familiar cell, he saw his body clearly possessed by Morgoth. Maedhros, in Morgoth's body, felt like smirking. "Leave me alone with the prisoner." He ordered. "But Sire, he is not deserving of your attention!" Sauron rebated in the same earlier tone. A simple look was enough to shush him.

"Of course, Sire. I shall take my leave."

As Sauron completely disappeared, Maedhros dropped the act. "Was it you?" "Do you think I would swap body for a ragged Elf barely able to hold himself up? No. Of course not." "You do realize I am now up." "As if you would hurt your own body." "You are bold to assume I would not be above that." "You must hate yourself so so much."

Maedhros, in Morgoth's body, did not dignify that last statement with a reply. Only Morgoth's laughter, jarring through Maedhros' clearly younger and higher voice, echoed through the corridor. "You are going to regret this, Son of the wretched Elf." "It will depend on whether you will regret this first, filth."

And with that he considered the conversation closed. It was going to be a long period, but he had plans. Morgoth too, unfortunately, but Maedhros loved a challenge.

And he was now in for the biggest challenge of all.

[assassinbugs]

idc if it's not a person. if your icon is a sunrise, you're a sunrise now.

poll about swapping with prev's icon here

[mr2swap]

Swap syndrome 2: armpit addiction.

-damn heat… -

The time on my cell phone showed 2:05, the idiot Travis had made me wait but in a way that made me happy I would have to charge him $50 more for being late.

Today was a very fucking day at the gym, it was so hot that I had to change my shirt, but still the rancid aroma of sweat coming from my hairy armpits filled the interior with my car, I was in the same parking lot of the gym where it is only A couple of minutes had left a huge sweat stain on the floor.

But despite everything I loved my new life, after the great shift and finding myself in this boy's hot and muscular body, from the beginning I knew this was a good thing, when I woke up in Travis's bedroom and looked down to see two juicy pecs, a sculpted six-pack and long, hairy legs, the first thing I did was take out my huge cock that was hidden among a leafy bush of hair and give myself the best handjob of my entire life.

It had been a little over a year since that moment, I quickly got used to Travis' life, kept his muscles big and strong and all thanks to his tiny YouTube channel where he showed all his exercise routines, but that was all wasted talent for Travis' glorious, beautiful body.

I no longer had my college degree or anyone to turn to, yet I was able to easily make money from all these fags, who wanted to sleep with me and this body.

Still not in the same city where I used to live, I watched the news and learned everything that had been happening in the world and that the real Travis was out there in my tired, flabby 40-year-old office worker body.

A tapping on my car window brought me out of my thoughts, it was the real Travis I grimaced in disgust as I looked at my old face once more in front of me, I looked at the time on my phone once more, and now it was 2:07 that now meant $70.

The door of my car and Travis jumped inside it, his first action was to completely inhale the disgusting smell inside the car, after that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, After that he lunged at me trying to reach my armpits, but in one movement I moved his old, ugly face away from me.

-You know the rules Travis, first I want the bills-

He extended one of my hands while he took out his wallet and extended a small wad of cash. In one quick movement, I snatched the bills from him and began to count them one by one while a nervous expression formed on the real Travis's face.

-Are you fucking with me? Only $500? -

There was nothing left of the old confident Travis, the confident, outgoing boy had disappeared, in his place there was only a perverted faggot who paid me for a few minutes of my attention due to swap syndrome. When we swapped our bodies, I thought I would get rid of him to always, but this pathetic middle-aged man was clinging to me like a leech trying to get close to me with his twisted homosexual intentions. I didn't really care what he did with my old body, but I thought I could make some money a month by squeezing every penny of this situation.

-Please! Just, just 5 minutes! I had to pay this month's rent and my landlord told me that if I was late another month he would throw me out on the street.-

I rolled my eyes as Travis the bitch kept giving me stupid excuses about how hard it was to find a good job now that he was a middle-aged man and he was tired all the time from working so much.

-Okay, just shut your fucking mouth.-

I put my hand on his head and pushed him into one of my hairy pits and choked his nose with the sour sweat that was collecting in my armpits. The initial struggle quickly turned into pleasure, I could feel Tyler's breathing slow. He shook until he filled his lungs, his mouth savored the curly hairs of my armpit and sucked up the small drops of sweat with his dirty tongue as if he had crossed a desert.

Tyler's small hands slid to his crotch and he began to frantically massage his cock over his pants, occasionally Tyler would move away from my armpit to get some air and lick my muscular arms with his disgusting sticky tongue, I watched as they passed minutes on my cell phone and before 5 minutes had passed, Tyler's small wrinkled cock soiled his pants with semen.

I pushed Tyler away and a satisfied smile formed on Tyler's face, his chest rising and falling as he tried to recover from the addictive experience he had just experienced, a few hairs from my armpit had stuck to his face and a stain of sweat had formed on the collar of his shirt.

I didn't have time for this, this experience had made me horny, I wanted to unload the enormous amount of cum that wanted to escape from my huge hairy balls, but the disgusting man next to me was not worthy of this...nor did I have another $500

I extended one of my long, muscular arms and opened the door of my luxurious sports car.

-Now get out bitch, see you next week-

As soon as I clean every trace of Tyler from my car, I'll call some of my girls, so I can fill their pussies with my beautiful, hot seed.

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[samsm2mstories]

Gym dudes

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

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

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

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

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

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

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Dm if interested in body swap roleplay!

[dystopia-fantasy]

18 at Christmas

[oliverwondertf]

The New Justin

“Mmm oh yeah. You feel good boy.” Justin whispered to himself as he flexed in front of the mirror in the middle of the gym. “I oughta possess you gym boys more often. Look at me now… this is pure muscle.”

Justin started sensually touching his own body up and down. He ran his hands across his massive chest and pecs before feeling his own biceps. He made his way down to his spandex shorts and grabbed his growing hard on through the thin fabric.

“Oh fuck, yeah! I’ll bet you are popular with the boys.” He cooed as he lifted his waistband and dove his hands into his shorts before bringing them up to his nose to take a sniff.

“Mmm, how’s my big strong man doing over here?” Keira, Justin’s girlfriend, came up behind him and ran her hands across his back and grabbed his biceps. “You look so sexy babe.”

Fuck, this guy has a girlfriend - of course he does. Well, better keep up appearances for now. I’m not one to ruin this stud’s life and reputation.

“Oh, uh, yeah babe. Just showing off my incredible body for everyone to see. I’m the hottest guy here, aren’t I? You like what you see?” I stated nervously before settling in on Justin’s natural confidence as I struck another pose.

“I do. Let’s get out of here babe. I’m ready to please my big man tonight.” She flirted as she grabbed my bulge and leaned in to kiss me.

I kissed her back, feeling my boner stir up as I made out with my girlfriend. I followed her out of the main area and we both went into our respective locker rooms to shower and change.

“Hey Justin. You looked good out there bro! You’re looking incredible man.” One of Justin’s friends complimented as I walked in.

“Heh, thanks bro. You did too.” I said back, debating on making a move on him right here and now.

Eh, on second thought, who the hell cares if Justin has a girlfriend? She might walk in on me balls deep inside this guy and I won’t care. The new and improved ‘Justin’ is here to stay. Then again, who says I can’t have both…

“Hey dude, wait up! I gotta show you something…” I called out after him.

I don’t ever want to go back to being an overweight middle-aged man ever

[swappersworld2]

Another Chance

Nathan slouched on the couch, glaring at his phone. Another text from Chris. The same old story: "We can fix this." The words might as well have been a broken record, replaying their unresolved arguments. Nathan tossed the phone aside, the frustration bubbling under his skin.

“Fix what?” he muttered to himself. They had broken up for a reason—too many fights, too many differences. Chris’s stubborn pride. Nathan’s insecurities. The dynamic was toxic, no matter how much they cared for each other.

Then the air in the room shifted.

A strange, electric hum filled Nathan’s ears. The weight of the atmosphere pressed on him like an invisible hand. He tried to stand, but his body froze as an intense heat surged through him.

“What the hell?” he gasped.

His body felt like it was melting, remolding itself. His shoulders drew inward, his chest compacted, and his legs felt as though they were folding up beneath him. His muscles tensed, and he could feel them reshaping, growing leaner but harder, denser.

When the transformation ended, he stumbled to a mirror, his heart racing.

This was not the Nathan he knew.

He stared at his reflection in disbelief. The man in the mirror was shorter, with lean, twink-like muscles that rippled beneath tanned, darker skin. His sharp cheekbones and deep brown eyes gave him a striking intensity, but his oversized black shirt hung awkwardly on his now smaller frame.

“What the hell is happening?” Nathan whispered, his voice deeper and tinged with an accent he didn’t recognize.

Behind him, Chris groaned. Nathan spun around, only to freeze at the sight.

Chris wasn’t himself anymore, either. His shorter, heavier frame was gone. Instead, standing before Nathan was a towering 6’4’’ man with broad shoulders and a chiseled physique that screamed raw power. His pale skin glowed under the light, his piercing blue eyes glittered with confidence, and his smirk practically dripped with cockiness.

Chris flexed experimentally, marveling at his new body. “Damn,” he muttered, his deep voice resonating through the room.

Nathan glared. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Chris smirked, stepping closer. His towering frame loomed over Nathan’s shorter, leaner body. “What can I say? I clean up nice.”

Nathan crossed his arms, feeling the bulk of his toned biceps press against his chest. “You think this is funny? Look at me!” He gestured to his baggy shirt.

“Yeah, I am looking.” Chris’s smirk widened as he raised a hand, holding it over Nathan’s head to emphasize the height difference. “And I gotta say, it’s cute how small you are now.”

Nathan huffed, shooting him a glare. “Real mature.”

Chris’s smirk softened, his hand dropping to his side. “Look, maybe this isn’t a mistake. Think about it. We were always out of balance. You were insecure, I was stubborn. But now… we’re different. Better.”

Nathan hesitated. As much as he hated to admit it, Chris had a point. He felt strong in this new body—capable, even if he was shorter. And Chris? He radiated confidence without the usual edge of defensiveness.

“You really think this happened to fix us?” Nathan asked, his voice skeptical.

Chris nodded. “Maybe. We’ve got a second chance, Nathan. Why not take it?”

Nathan sighed, glancing up at Chris’s towering frame. He still wasn’t sure how to feel about the changes, but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel like running.

“Fine,” Nathan said. “But you’re buying dinner. And no more cocky remarks about my height.”

Chris laughed, his deep voice filling the room. “Deal. But only if you can keep up.”

As they walked out together, Nathan couldn’t help but feel that Chris was right. For the first time, they seemed balanced—a partnership rebuilt from the ground up.

[celebritybodyswaps]

Could u write a story about Gibson and haven lough swapping bodies

The Great Friends Shift: Haven Lough & Gibson Avenue

On a regular day in Florida Haven and Gibson decided to have their regular sleepovers to help make TikTok’s. They thought this day would be like every other day and that they could make TikTok’s and have a great time. Little did they know their perfect night would soon be the best and worst time of their life.

Gibson’s Pov

Wow man i really wish i was your height Haven. I could be as tall as you and never have to worry about girls not liking me. But with this height girls reject me cause they say im too short.

Well too bad if only you could grow a little taller am i right Haven said jokingly.

Yeah sure Gibson replied in a saddened tone.

(After recording a couple of videos they decided to head to bed and overnight Gibson dreamed of swapping heights with Haven little did Gibson know his dreams were about to become reality.)

Gibson soon woke up but he realized he wasn’t in the living room couch anymore but in Havens room. He decided to go use the restroom and shrugged the thought aways. But thats when he saw his reflection in the bathroom mirror but only it wasn’t his it was Havens. He jumped up in excitement but accidentally hit his head. He soon ran to Haven in Gibsons body. He shook Haven in his old body to wake him up.

Haven wake up! You need to see this I’m you.

What do you mean your me thats when Haven opened his eyes and realized his body was standing in-front of him.

What happened Haven yelled in Gibsons body. What did you do!

I don’t know i woke up like this believe me. Haven in Gibsons body got up furiously.

As he got up Gibson decided to play a joke.

Look its okay to admit im taller now said Gibson in Havens body.

Thats when Haven jumped as high as he could to try to hit Gibson but he missed.

Stop playing around Haven i mean Gibson. This isnt funny! I want my body back.

I told you i dont know how it happened we are going to be stuck like this for a while.

Fine i guess said Haven in Gibsons body. Well i guess if we are going to stay in each others body we have to call ourselves by our bodies names. So i guess my name is Gibson now. Haven said in a saddened tone.

Well i guess im Haven now i said happily.

Well “Gibson” we have to take a picture as to not alert our fans now pose.

After we took a picture I laughed because of the face Haven Im sorry i mean Gibson was making. Well i guess we will have to figure out a way to fix this.

Part two coming soon

[asiantransformations]

Prologue

From KorKor to GongGong.

JunHao couldn’t believe how far he’d fallen. Once, he had everything—a loving girlfriend, a thriving business, and a body that turned heads everywhere he went. Now, all of that was gone. The debt he owed the Chinese mafia hadn’t just taken his money or his livelihood. They had taken him.

It all started years ago when his business began to crumble. Desperate to stay afloat, he’d taken a loan from the wrong people. Rumors of the Chinese mafia’s brutal, unorthodox debt collection methods had been whispered around town, but JunHao never imagined he’d become one of their victims.

At 35, JunHao had been the epitome of masculinity. Years of waking up at dawn to lift weights in his makeshift gym-esque courtyard had sculpted his body into a oriental masterpiece. His biceps, thick and powerful, could split the sleeves of any shirt. His abs, chiseled and defined, were a testament to his discipline. And his manhood—well, his girlfriend used to blush just thinking about it. JunHao was proud of his natural endowment, which had always made him feel invincible, as if he were destined for greatness.

But that was before. Now, at 70 years old and trapped in a frail, withered body, he was a shadow of his former self.

Determined to confront the man who had taken everything from him, JunHao arrived at Mr. Chen’s opulent mansion. The doors were opened by two towering young men, their muscles bulging against their tailored suits. Their chiseled jaws and cocky smiles hinted at their borrowed origins. JunHao knew these weren’t their real bodies—probably stolen from aspiring athletes or struggling gym rats who couldn’t pay their dues.

The guards dragged JunHao through the mansion’s marble hallways, past walls adorned with priceless artwork. The air was thick with the scent of testosterone and power. Finally, they arrived at the courtyard.

And there he was—JunHao's old body, lounging in a hot tub like a god.

Mr. Chen, now inhabiting JunHao's former body, looked like a vision of strength and virility. His light, sculpted chest glistened with water, the ridges of his abs catching the sunlight. He grabbed his growing cock and let out a sexy, alpha groan. A black necklace with the Chinese Mafia's logo now rested against his broad chest. He oozed confidence, his powerful legs stretched out lazily as if he owned the world.

When he saw JunHao, his lips curled into a smug smile. “JunHao!” he boomed, his voice deep and commanding—JunHao's voice. “Come to admire your handiwork?”

JunHao's heart twisted in his chest. Hearing his voice come from someone else, especially someone who was desecrating everything he’d worked for, was unbearable.

Mr. Chen stood, water cascading down his muscular frame. He flexed his biceps, their size seemingly even more pronounced than when JunHao had owned them. “This body,” Mr. Chen said, running his hands over his chest and abs, “is a masterpiece. A gift from you to me.”

He laughed, grabbing his stiffening crotch with an audacious smirk. “And this? This is a real treasure. Your little secret, huh? What they say about Chinese people, isn't true apparently. Don’t worry, I’m putting it to good use now. Let’s just say it’s… thriving in the right hands.”

JunHao's face burned with shame. He’d always been proud of his virility, his ability to satisfy his girlfriend and leave her breathless. Now, Mr. Chen was flaunting it like a trophy, using it in ways that made JunHao's stomach churn.

Mr. Chen stepped out of the hot tub, water dripping down his thick thighs. “You know, JunHao, I’ve never felt more alive. This body—it’s a machine. The stamina, the strength… And let’s not even get started on the bedroom. Let’s just say the boys can’t get enough.”

He flexed again, this time making a show of clenching his pecs. “I don’t know how you kept this gem hidden for so long. If I’d known what you were packing, I’d have taken it sooner.”

JunHao couldn’t take it anymore. He dropped to his knees, his frail body trembling. “Please,” he begged. “I want my body back. I’ll do anything.”

Mr. Chen chuckled, the sound rich and mocking. “Anything, you say?” He gestured for one of his guards to get him another bottle of beer. Taking a long sip, he let some spill down his chest, then wiped it off with a slow, deliberate motion. “You couldn’t handle this body anymore, old man. Look at you—pathetic.”

He stepped closer, towering over JunHao. “But I’ll tell you what,” he said, his voice low and menacing. “I’m feeling generous. I’ll give you a new body—not this one, of course. This beauty is staying right where it is. But I can get you something… better than the sack of bones you’re in now. A younger body. Maybe even a little attractive.”

JunHao's heart leapt. “You’d do that?”

“Sure,” Mr. Chen said with a grin taking of his sunglasses seductively. “On one condition.”

JunHao's hope faltered. “What condition?”

“You’ll become my personal servant,” Mr. Chen said, leaning in close. “Every day, you’ll oil this body, shave this chest, and make sure it looks its best. You will also be my own personal cum dump. You should know how virile I am now and my precious liquids aren't to be just spilled on the ground. You’ll clean my mansion, pour my drinks, and watch as I live the life you gave up. And maybe—maybe—I’ll consider giving you a slightly better body in return. A body that will please my sexual needs more.”

JunHao's stomach kept being churned. The thought of serving Mr. Chen, of watching him flaunt what was once his, let alone serving and pleasuring a body that was once his, was unbearable. Yet what choice did he have? To live the rest of his days as an old, broken man was equally unthinkable.

“So,” Mr. Chen said, flexing his biceps one more time for emphasis. “What’s it gonna be, JunHao? Serve me, or rot in that pathetic shell of yours?”

JunHao looked up at his former body, now radiating power and confidence, and felt his world closing in.

"Okay."

[assassinbugs]

you still swap even if it's not a person. if it's a chair you're a chair 👍

poll about swapping with you own icon here

[mr2swap]

The Incident: It's not her

-It's not her, It's not her, It's not her- I repeated over and over again from the laundry room where I was hiding, between one of my hands I held my small slippery cock and with the other I held the gym clothes of " Mama,” his tank top was completely soaked with his hot, sticky sweat and his boxers were so wet that he could squeeze the sweat out and drink it like the most delicious juice.

I felt like hell doing this with my mother's clothes... but she was no longer my mother or at least that's what I told myself to try to silence the guilt, "Mama" or rather Frank was living with me and we were increasingly In the same room all I could think about was kneeling before his long hairy legs and taking out his huge cock and worshiping his huge hairy shaft.

It had been a big surprise for the whole family that my own mother was one of those affected by one of those incidents that a group of terrorists were causing throughout the country. This time it happened in the supermarket. My mother was shopping at the supermarket when they released that gas everywhere.

When we saw the news about the terrorist attack we tried to call mom, but no one answered. And hours later the police knocked on our door to bring “mom” back to her home.

I and dad stayed silent for several minutes watching a huge hairy man, almost 2 meters tall, enter our house with a bag full of groceries. “Mom” looked quite embarrassed. His movements were totally feminine and contrasted with that body. A thick beard. It covered his face and the thin fabric of his tank top revealed his muscular, hairy chest.

“Mama” ran to hug us with his long, strong arms, while a couple of tears of sadness stained his handsome face. Mom still didn't control his strength so that strong hug only made things even more awkward between us.

All of this was too much for my dad, He… just stayed silent for days, the house had never felt so bad, but luckily I lived alone and was only visiting to help mom and all the changes she was going through.

A week after the Incident, Mama arrived at my apartment with a suitcase in her hand and with a sad expression on her face.

-Your father and I... we are taking some time-

I knew what that meant dad was always very homophobic, that's the reason I left home, when I came out of the closet dad had the same reaction, ignoring me completely, but this time it was his own wife who was now a “faggot”

At first Mom's posture, movements and way of speaking were very effeminate, when we went to buy some clothes I heard some boys call us “faggots” without knowing that I was only shopping with my mother, but now I barely recognize her .

In just one month Mom started to change, she seemed much happier with her much younger and fit body, she started going to the gym and made new friends, loud, smelly, and extremely masculine guys, little by little Mom got used to his new friends and his new body and he completely became “Frank” Not only with his friends but also with me.

He stopped behaving like a 50-year-old lady and became a muscular airheaded caveman. When he's not devouring everything in the refrigerator while watching a football game in front of the TV, he's fucking some girl in what used to be my room. .

-That loser? Oh yes it's my... friend, his ex just left him and I let him sleep on my couch... but don't worry about him, now let me see those huge tits... -

That's usually his excuse when he brings a girl to my apartment, to fuck her loudly all night. And I... well, I sneak into the laundry room so I can listen much better as he fucks a new girl while I masturbate with her clothes, just like now.

If you liked this story about the "incident" there is a whole series of stories about people who lost their real bodies thanks to one of those attacks that are happening all over the country in my Ko-Fi archives… if you're lucky you could be next.

[verus-veritas]

Not As Planned

"Hah! It worked! I'm in his body!" I shouted as I found myself standing up in my new hulking body. I flexed my huge arms and smelled my rank armpits, fully intent on worshipping them later tonight.

"Who knew the machine would work even without both of us being hooked up..." I thought to myself, clearly having underestimated his strength. He had broken free from his restraints, torn the helmet from himself and ran up through the house. That brute must've tried to get to his room for a baseball bat or something. Too bad for him the machine malfunctioned without a second person in its seat, and instead sent a pulse wave that knocked us both out.

"Definitely have to check the device out later and figure out what happened... but for now I have this raging beast in front of me that's dying for my touch!" I laughed with my deep voice as I gripped the hefty bouncing member in my hands. I knew I didn't have to worry about my former body as it would wake up with complete amnesia in a few hours, so I immediately set course for my new room. The room that once belonged to my high school bully.

I was halfway across the corridor when I heard some light grunting from the parent's bedroom. So I peeked in... and I couldn't believe my eyes - it was my bully's dad standing naked in front of the mirror and jerking that giant cock of his.

"Oh god, dad... I'm in your body... and I love it! Can't believe that one second we were walking through the front door with you shouting at me for being sent to the principal's office, and the next I'm waking up in the hallway in your sexy muscular body! Well, I guess now's a good time as any to tell you: I'm gay. I'm super gay and the reason I got expelled was because I got caught jerking off to the gym coach showering! But who needs a gym coach when you have body ten times hotter that's staring back at you through the mirror! Fuck! I hope I never have to go back! I'm Dad now!"

I watched on in awe as the incredibly handsome dad finally came all over the mirror and began licking up his own residue from it. He disappeared into the master's bathroom, where loud moaning was soon heard again.

"Shit. I hope the pulse didn't affect any other people outside of the house..." I thought, as I continued into my own musky bedroom. "Having to deal with my perverted lil' bro now stuck in his own dad's body sure is bothersome enough..."

[korovaoverlook]

they’re not having a good time