#regressive progressives

[msclaritea]

Daily News Recap from Natalie at Life After A Cult: Scientology Protests

This group has shown unequivocally how non-violent and non-performative protesting can be extremely effective. The Progressives are LYING through their teeth, in their defense of troublemakers on college campuses right now. The whole idea has been to radicalize kids here, just as was done in South America. Acting on Socialist Marxist principles (proverbially elite-funded, for decades) necessitates becoming a criminal. If none of the chaos agents are held accountable for their actions, the entire Leftist ecosystem will just keep getting more dangerous, virtually becoming the twin to Far Right and sticking Americans in the middle of their forever revolutions.

Get a clue. Don't fall for this bullshit. I want Israeli influence out of my country too. This isn't how you do it. They're just handing the Right more ammunition. The absolute fucking privilege.

[thegreatstoryteller]

The Great Shift: Turning 30

The Great shift was a huge time in many people’s lives. Especially those with birthdays who fell around the time of the great shift. Some turning 18, others turning 80! But still others had their hearts set on a time in their life that was quite pivotal. However, because of the shift some may have to wait a little longer to reach that milestone, while others have jumped leaps and bounds beyond it!

Harvey Singh (30 years old)

Fuuuck my head… and my clothes apparently. Damn. This is not what I imagined turning 30 would be like! 

Before the world went insane, I was so close! The damn great shift just had to happen right before my birthday. I was working at this law firm, a pretty shady place at first. Lots of scummy people taking advantage of others, but my boss was trying to turn it around! We kicked out those idiots who were causing trouble, got them arrested! I was gonna get promoted and help lead the charge for helping others… but not anymore.

The great shift landed me inside of Skyler Marlo! 18 year old quarterback for the local university. And right after a big party too. I couldn’t find a stitch of clothes to fit my new larger body. I was really lucky this frat house I woke up in had a towel nearby. But that was just the beginning of my nightmare. 

You see that smile of distress? Yeah that’s me. Instead of writing briefs and taking on clients in need, I’m here on the football field. Apparently after the upheaval the shift caused people are having trouble verifying identities and gaining access to their property/funds. That’s totally something I could be helping with! Instead I'm stuck back in the life of a teenager again. I wasn't a big fan of 18 last time I was in college.

The only thing that could get me after the shift was taking on this guy’s college scholarship. It gives me a place to stay and access to their college library, but I had to join the college football team. Some organizations like college athletics don’t seem to care who is shifted or not! As long as they got the players they need to draw in a crowd, they seemed perfectly content letting anyone play. Though who can blame them. If they saw me before I doubt they’d want some angry short king running their drills. No… now I’m not the 5’0 Indian guy who got overlooked in school. I look the picture of boy next door prom king that rules the college. 6’2, 195lbs of lean muscle, and size 15 feet. That last one took awhile to get used to! Finding cleats that size was the hardest part of this change. 

So here I am, sweating it out day after day to maintain my scholarship, while I wait for the day I’m recertified with my state’s bar! Once I’m a lawyer again I swear I’ll help out others like me forced to cling on to new lives while the system sorts things out. It sucks having to practice every day and do all these drills and grunt work! The college even has me posing for their promotional material to draw in bigger crowds at the game! Who would want this kind of life?!

Then again… it’s already been a few months… I may as well get used to college life… I was a nerdy brown kid my last run in college, mostly studying and doing what my parents wanted… now at least I can get a look at how the athletes lived… That frat did ask me if I wanted to join… I guess it couldn’t hurt to have a little fun while I wait to get my life back.

After all, I do get pretty excited after an intense practice, and judging by some of the looks from my teammates, I may not be the only one eager to get to know my new body better. 

Phil Inver (30 years old)

People need to learn how to relax. I don’t know what the big deal is. So a bunch of people swapped bodies. What’s there to worry about? See me? I don’t have a care in the world. When I was turning 30 doctors told me I was overweight and at risk of diabetes, my work would always be on me for not applying myself, and my girlfriend said I was always too lazy in our relationship! 

But my mindset since the shift hasn’t changed! It landed me in this nice smooth and lean body! I’m glad that this guy kept in such good shape. Having actual abs is insane! Same for these toned arms! I’m not sure if he’s the shaving kinda guy or if he’s naturally smooth, but it sure as hell beats taking care of an unruly beard and body hair!

Turns out now that I look like this people are a bit more receptive to my ideals! Doctors say my heart is as healthy as a horse! Says my stress free lifestyle is a large part of that! My work? They now say my chill attitude makes things a lot more zen around the office. Guess they don’t care I don’t get too much done whenever I flash them a smile. And my girlfriend… or my boyfriend as he goes by now, certainly thinks I’m taking an active role in the bedroom. Who knew that my new stud of a boyfriend had a thing for Asian guys!?

So what am I gonna do now? Listen to music, chill as my boyfriend showers, and wait out the day as normal. Sure I’m turning 30, but it’s just another day in paradise for me! Oh what’s that? This body is only 21? Even better! I’ve got plenty of time to relax before I turn 30.

Devon Lin (30 years old)

So I was a bit nervous about turning 30. I feel like I haven’t really done all the things I wanted… and all my friends were joking saying it’s all downhill after that. I wasn’t dealing the best with the stress… Well like it or not the shift had me face that hurdle a few year further than I expected.

And I gotta say. It’s not as bad as I thought it was gonna be. Sure I’m a bit older, but hell  I look a hell of a lot more manly! Could it be that the shift landed me in a handsome 37 year old with a built body, tan skin,  and perfect beard? Maybe… but hey. Age is just a mindset… but these muscles sure aren’t! Boom!

You like that? So do the guys at the bar! They keep insisting I don’t shave my chest or pit hair too. I think I could pull off that look. That being said, I think anything looks good on a 6’5 stud like me. Tall, dark, and handsome all the way!

Before I would jump around from job to job. Bartender, janitor, waiter, and housekeeper, but lately I’ve found my job as a bouncer at the local bar a lot more rewarding. You’d be surprised how many fights stop once I take my shirt off and start playing pool with the patrons. I’ve won nearly every game of billiards I’ve played! Though I have the sneaking suspicion it may be due to the guys staring more at me than the balls.

Guess that’s one of the benefits to working at a chill gay bar! You know, I was always a bit insecure about my body and experimenting sexually. Being a shorter gay man with a chip on his shoulder would do that to you. Now… well let’s just say now I feel like I’ve got a lot more confidence! I may have missed my 30th birthday, but I think I know how I’m gonna spend my 38th!

Marcus Garcia (30 years old)

They say when you get older you begin to value things differently. Honestly I didn’t know what to expect when I turned 30. Was I supposed to be wiser all of a sudden? Have a plan for things? In truth plenty of people younger than me had their life together compared to me. Partners. Kids. A stable job. A house.

In short. I thought I had more time. But we don’t always get to choose how fast life comes at us. I mean look at me. Didn’t expect the shift to make me 55.

Losing 25 years of my life was definitely not the easiest. The great shift nearly tears the world apart and I’m running for my life looking like retirement is right around the corner. That first day was definitely a wake up call that I did not have the same stamina that I used to. In that opening week of the shift I was pretty much running on adrenaline and coffee wherever I could get it. I took lots of naps just to stay sane. 

As the days went on and society slowly readjusted to some version of normal, I began to actually have time to look at my body. I mean I was a pretty skinny guy before, my sister would always say I needed to workout more. But I guess all it took was 25 years of my life to finally get in shape. 

Not only that, but I’m admiring the body hair. This guy was a pretty hairy dude. The salt and pepper stubble had guys starting me daddy at the gay bars, while the chest hair was still dark like my eyebrows and made my impressive physique pop. 

My feet were pretty big too. Size 14! Twice as big as my old feet, but just as hard to find shoes my size. 

Needless to say there were highs and lows to my new life. Was I happy that i was 6’6 now? Sure! Loved being tall and nearly bonking my head on doorframes. Was I upset lots of my joints were sore and that I could only take my coffee black to avoid dairy and sugar? No… that sucked. I liked my sweet drinks and I missed not waking up in pain.

Omar LeRon was a guy that lived along my street. He was a single dad raising his 5 year old, all at the age of 45.

I later learned he had a few wild days in his early 40s that lead to Omar Jr. And now in his mid 20s again he’s glad he could be more present for his son! Even if his son is the same age as him now.

He told me all of this one day when we both left our house for a jog. He found that doing some running in his new body helped him vent some much needed energy from his body, while I needed to do something physical if I was to have any hope of maintaining healthy workout routines for mine! 

Needles to say he offered some words of wisdom growing up and it really helped put some things in perspective. Meanwhile, I gave him some tips about helping his son. Turns out all those years working at my aunt’s day care counted for something, even for post shifted kids!

Our conversations started as friendly advice and then grew into more! Talks became dates. Dates became moving in. Moving in became an engagement! Now a few years after the wedding I guess you truly can call me a daddy now. Jr. sure does. He’s doing great in school and is looking forward to next week when my sister is gonna watch him for the summer.

My husband and I are gonna take our first real vacation since the great shift! We’re looking forward to it! We’ll be celebrating Omar’s 30th birthday in his new body now! He keeps making jokes saying, “Well I’ve done it before. Nothing to it the second time around.” And “Well here I thought your 30th birthday was extreme. I doubt I could top that”

He also never stops teasing me about how he loves being married to an older man and that I’m not as young as I used to be. We know it’s all in good fun. I mean, I can still keep up with him in the bedroom, where it counts… as long as he gives me a few minutes to recover after. Young guys like him are insatiable. I’ll try to power through though. After all, you only turn “30” once.

[misctf]

Hey there, I just have to say, I'm LOVING some of the work you've been doing, and wouldn't mind letting you alter me to your satisfaction. I'm 35, and desperate for another chance at youth. If you're able to work your magic, you can make me a submissive twink, a soccer jock, a sleek swimmer, whatever you heart desires, if I just get another go at life.

Another chance at youth? You wouldn’t be the first. At 35, you’ve noticed you don’t bounce back like you used to. Back hurts, your gut is more prominent, and the 9-5 desk job doesn’t fulfill you all too much. Sure, you’ve made attempts to “reset”. You’ve tried the latest fad diet, a few supplements, and a subscription workout plan that you truthfully don’t even follow. You even looked into some of those fancy new weight loss shots, but your doctor recommended lifestyle changes first. One night, as you eat chips and scroll through a fitness influencer’s myriad of thirst traps, an advertisement appears.

“Maximize your Potential.” You read, your eyes drawn to the cocky jock flexing their biceps, “A shot of pure ‘Potential’?” You chuckle, “What kind of stupid drug is that?” Your eyes widen when you see the cost, “No way, I’m not paying...” You sigh as you look at the bag of chips in your lap and your growing gut. Looking back at the ad, you notice the offer for a free consultation, “Fuck it...”

_____

While you spent your night learning more about ‘Potential’, a college student finished his last few reps for the night. Jason grunted, dropping the two heavy dumbbells with a thud. He grimaced when he noticed a grade notification appear on his phone.

“Fuck.” He used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his forehead, revealing a set of perfectly sculpted abs, “Please...”

It was supposed to be easy. Everyone told him a business major was fuckin’ easy. At least easy enough so he could focus on the things that really mattered. College was supposed to be about living your best life: tailgates, frat parties, and hot girls. But now, there were talks he would be cut from the lacrosse team because of his grades. His frat even put him on probation, the frat president telling him he needed to focus more on his classes. And as he stared at the ‘56%’ he realized he just failed another class. He’d definitely be staying at least an extra year.

Jason quickly left the gym, his thoughts racing. He couldn’t take out more loans. He couldn’t afford to waste more time. Would he even get a job? What would his friends think? As he arrives back at his apartment, he grimaces at the stench of stale gym clothes and laundry.

“I’ll deal with it tomorrow.” He mumbles, falling into bed. He quietly scrolls through social media, determined to distract himself, when an ad pops up, “What’s this?” His eyes were immediately drawn to the lump sum payment, “Potential... looking for men in their 20s...” The gears were turning in his head, “I could make it on that. Pay off my loans, get my shit together.” And without a second thought, he signed up to get more info.

_______

It had been a few months since you saw that ad. Initially, nothing came of it. That night and the subsequent talks with Potential’s medical staff about donors, injections, and consents were nearly forgotten. So when you received a phone call telling you that a donor was found and you were to arrive at their medical spa by tomorrow, you were surprised. Even more surprised when you were driven to the airport by a limo and flew first class to their location.

You were greeted by their medical staff and given some standard medical paperwork. You were then escorted back to your room. You had assumed it would be a standard doctor’s room, but you were shocked by all the accommodations: a massage chair, drinks, a massive TV- they really were going all out to make you feel welcomed. And as you relaxed and made yourself comfortable, you felt a growing anticipation for what was to come.

_____

Meanwhile, Jason was left in a room of his own. He was in the midst of playing some videogames and enjoying the massage chair when one of the medical staff entered. Jason recognized the guy. For the past few months, he had been undergoing various tests and assessments of his physical fitness. It was only a few days ago he found out he would be accepted.  

“Mr. Connors, we’re ready to begin.” He said, “Your recipient has paid in full, so you’ll see your portion in your account in 2-3 business days. Do you have any additional questions?”

Jason smirked, “Nice.” He stood up and stretched, “No man, I’m good.” Truth be told, his eyes had glazed over when the medical staff had explained this whole thing to him, “I just want to make sure the money’s all there.”

The medical professional nodded and Jason watched as they rolled in a large machine with Potential’s logo smeared all over it. There were several buttons and a few vials. He was instructed to relax and he leaned back in his chair, while a nurse inserted an IV into his muscular arm. He could feel his heart pounding now, some anxious thoughts filling his head. But as the warm hum of the machine filled the room, Jason felt tired. His eyes closing as he drifted to sleep.

_____

It was a few hours later when the medical staff entered your room, carrying a small syringe with a strange blue liquid in it. You could feel your heart pounding- this was it. The medical staff began explaining the contents. Something about a donor’s potential, their revolutionary tech, and the instantaneous results. You only focused on that- the instantaneous results. You watched as they dispensed the blue liquid into your arm, the room suddenly growing hot, your world spinning, and your consciousness fading.

_____

“Mr. Connors? Mr. Connors, can you hear us?” Jason grunted as his eyes slowly opened, his vision immediately greeted by two nurses, “Oh good you’re awake.”

“Ugh wh... where?” Jason grimaced at gravelly voice. But more bothersome was the strange heaviness he felt with simple motions. Even his joints sore, “I don’t...”

“It’s totally normal Mr. Connors.” They said, “We’re all done. Just take some time and relax for as long as you need. You might find you don’t bounce back like you used to.”

He watched through groggy eyes as they left, overhearing them say something about it being "such a shame" and "odd someone would willingly give away their potential."

“The fuck was that supposed to mean? I feel like shit.” He muttered, scratching as his chest.

His eyes widened as his fingertips danced along his chest. The feeling was foreign- his firm pecs felt doughy beneath his hand. He fully woke up now, staring down and gasping at the unfamiliar frame hidden beneath his tighter t-shirt.

“What the fuck!?” He grunted, pulling off his shirt, “No... no...” His hands caressed his hairy moobs, traveling down his distended, hairy belly, “This can’t be... this isn’t...” He grabbed fistfuls of his new belly fat, his hands moving up to feel his unwanted new beard, “How? What?” He looked around desperately, catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror.

An older, hairier, out of shape version of himself met his gaze. And as he approached the mirror, the horrifying reality finally dawned on him.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?”

_____

It had only been a few weeks since your visit to Potential. And yet you couldn’t help but grin as you awoke on another sunny morning with a stiff morning wood. Your meaty hand instinctively gripped your impressive length, while you moaned and pumped with your muscular arm. A few minutes later, you basked in the afterglow of orgasm, slowly pulling yourself out of bed and entering the bathroom.

“Look at me.” You smirk, flexing your bicep and giving it a kiss, “God I’m not gonna get tired of this.”

When you awoke after the injection, you were shocked to find a younger version of yourself staring back at you. But unlike the you in your memories, you had a set of muscles that you could only ever have dreamed of. Bulging pecs, tight abs, and a set of impressive arms that immediately made your larger dick stand at attention. Potential was even nice enough to throw in their dieticians and personal trainers to ensure continued success. You were pleasantly surprised at how easily you picked up a work-out routine and a dedication to fitness- apparently all part of the potential they gave you.

“Fuck, look at that.” You mumbled, checking your phone as another payment went through from OnlyFans, “Beats that shitty desk job.” You do feel some regret for jerking off this AM without filming it, “Oh well, I’ll be ready to go soon.” But right now you had to prepare for a day at the lake with some of your new gym bros, “Hope my donor is doing well.” You think as you pull on a tight tank top, “Wish I could’ve thanked him.” And out you went, a carefree grin plastered on your face as you live your second chance to its fullest.

[petew21-blog]

Best tutor ever

Jimmy, 23 y.o., law student

Jimmy struggled at university, because of his model side job. He really loved it, but he also wanted to be a great lawyer.

Eventually his parents found out. His father was furious and got one of the law professors Harrison to tutor Jimmy.

Although the professor didn't really like Jimmy, he helped him to get better. To improve. And eventually he found out that this young man, he assumed was just another jock, was a great young man.

They always went over the study materials and then had some bonding time talking about school, politics, their youth.

Jimmy eventually passed all exams needed. He went back to Mr. Harrison to thank him.

They went for a hug

Mr. Harrison:"Oh, Jimmy. I'm so happy. You're gonna be a great lawyer."

Jimmy:"Thank you, Mr. Harrison. You're the reason why I didn't fail. I would like to give you something. What would you like? A bottle of whiskey, vacation to Bahamas, new car? I think I owe you so much for helping me secure my future."

Mr. Harrison:"Slow down. You should only thank yourself. And do not give me anything. I'd desire to be young again as you to enjoy life, but that's not possible. So I'll at least enjoy helping young students like you to achieve their goals."

Jimmy smiled:"Ok, well I'll try to think of something"

Mr. Harrison couldn't sleep properly. It felt as if the night lasted an eternity.

He woke up the next morning. As he was used to, he would always rub his beard in the morning.

But while doing so, his fingers only traced a smooth face.

"What is this?"

His eyes opened. Something happened. He was still in his bed. But he felt different.

He looked at his arms. They were lighter, less hairy. But the skin looked tighter. He touched his left arm with his fingers and squeezed his stronger biceps.

Right at that moment, he noticed his fingers. They were longer, thinner. He knew his hands. He used them everyday at work, for everything. But these were not the hands he knew. They were younger. Different. There were no skin marks, the skin wasn't cracked. It looked young.

He looked down and noticed his lean chest. He used to be slim when he was young, but the stress from work made him gain weight and get that dad body. But this was a surprising change. His fingers traced his chest over the shirt.

Next was his belly. He was used to not be able to put some clothes over his belly. Not even being able to see his penis over it. But he even had ABS now!

He pushed away the covers. He uncovered his legs. He was so skinny now. The legs were longer than his. His legs were hairy

His knees didn't hurt. He was taken back by all of this happening.

He headed to the bathroom. He was surprised by a reflection of a young handsome man. He saw some resemblance with his younger self, but this body was different. He never had long hair.

He couldn't keep his new hands of his face, examining every part, every ridge of his face.

He still couldn't believe that this was happening. He was young again! His chin was so smooth! He was falling in love with his new appearenc.

He took of his shirt. His eyes fixated on his abs. On his nipples. His body had so many birthmarks.

He found his son's tighter shirt that would fit him better. Thanfully no one was home today. He would have a lot of trouble explaining how all ofnthi happened.

Even putting clothes on was a new surprisinf experience, it was so erotic for him to just brush over his body everytime he accidentally touched himself.

"I look amazing!" he said to his reflection

"Wow. This is my new voice. Hi, I'm Mr. Harrison. I'm young. I am young again!"

His phone vibrated. It was Jimmy.

Mr. Harrison:"Hello?"

Jimmy:"Hello there. How are you enjoying your new gift?"

Mr. Harrison:"Did you do this? How is this possible?"

Jimmy:"Don't worry about that. You wanna come celebrate with me? We could go to a beach to show of our bodies. You got long hair like me, don't you?"

Mr. Harrison:"Yeah. Well... ok. I think I'll go. But wait, Jimmy. What if I run into someone from my family?"

Jimmy:"Don't worry about it. I made sure that you'll get to enjoy everything. See you at the beach!"

Jimmy hanged up the phone. He went to his son's room and grabbed his swimshorts and a towel. He rushed down the stairs and took his son's shoes. He looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. He was ready to go, but someone spoke up behind him.

"Going somewhere?"

Mr. Harrison turned around to face an older man. He was wearing glasses, had a beard... fuck... he kind of looked like his old self. But not entirely. His eyes were different. His nose smaller. Almost as... Oh no.

Mr. Harrison:"Elijah?!"

Elijah:"Since when are you calling your father by his first name? You wanna tell me where you're headed?" He said as he sipped his morning coffee.

Mr. Harrison couldn't believe what he was seeing. His son was now old and he was young. "Beach... I'm heading to... the beach"

Elijah:"Are you ok, young man?"

Mr. Harrison:"Yeah, sorry. I... have to go... I'll be home soon. Bye."

Elijah sipped his coffee again and dialed a phone number.

"Hey. Haha. Yeah, we talked. He's confused. But don't tell him yet. Let him be confused for a while. He doesn't need to know we made a deal. He really deserves being young. Oh and try to get him to experiment. You know, he never got the chance to explore his sexuality when he was young. Ok, great. Have a great day, Jimmy."

Another anonymous story from Inbox 😊

What about a story were a really geeky teacher/professor ends up tutoring a kid and as a reward the teacher/professor is tranformed into a person the kids age.

Screenshots directly form the short f2m body swap movie on YouTube: Soliloquy of Morgan. Check it out :)

[keozrb]

Fathers And Sons

I had a hard time making this story with the AI not doing what I wanted but @sneekypeaky ask for this story so I did my best to make it for him.

When Tom and Eric's wish to become father and son comes true, they find themselves facing unexpected challenges and a new perspective on life.

Tom and Eric were in the gym, pumping iron, when Tom began speaking about his failed relationship and his heartbreak over not being able to father a child.

Eric, listening to his friend's woes, shared his own yearning for a father figure since his own passed away before he was born.

Suddenly, a mysterious man overheard their conversation and offered to help them fulfill their wishes. Tom and Eric scoffed, thinking the man was joking.

Unfazed, the mysterious man declared Tom as Eric's father, and Eric as Tom's son. As quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, leaving the two friends in confusion.

As they continued their workout, Tom began to age rapidly, his physique turning from athletic to a dad bod, and Eric began to grow younger.

Tom was now 40, his body heavier and less defined, while Eric was 20, his muscles less pronounced. They realized they now looked like a father and son.

The reality of their new roles slowly sank in. They went back to Tom's house, where they began to adapt to their new lives.

Tom found himself giving Eric advice, helping him with his thing, and doing other fatherly duties while Eric started to see Tom as a guiding figure.

Their bond grew stronger as they navigated through this unexpected journey. The gym buddies were now a father and son, finding joy and fulfillment in their new roles.

They returned to the gym, reminiscing about their old selves. Their transformation had brought them closer and given them a new perspective on life.

Although initially taken aback, they now thanked the mysterious man for his magic. The gym, once just a place for workouts, had become the birthplace of their cherished relationship.

[swap-tech-enterprise]

Public Relations Internship Part A, Customer Swap Stories #2

My name is Michael and I am currently a junior public relations major at Penn State.

When the university announced they partnered with Swap Tech Enterprise (STE) and launched the “Semester in Their Shoes” program, I knew that I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. I would spend the semester in the body of a recent graduate working full time in the public relations field letting me see the day to day life of someone who works in public relations looked like. While participating in the program, the work assigned to you would equate to some of the classes I should be taking but can’t while part of the program, so not only was I gaining real world experience in the field, but I also wouldn’t be missing any credits and would still get to graduate on time. As for the person I would be swapping with, they would get to spend a couple of months living my life and having a break for all the work they had to do. 

Once applications for the program opened I immediately applied in hopes to spend my spring semester working in Public Relations. After months of waiting to hear back, I finally received the email informing me that I was accepted and matched with someone for the swap. I was so excited I could barely contain my excitement in the days leading up to the swap. Finally, the day arrived and I headed down to the STE Swap Bank as instructed. I informed them that I was participating in the program through my school and they quickly gave me a run down of who I would be swapping with other information that I would need to know before the swap. After receiving all the information, the Swap Technician took me to the swap room and began prepping me for the swap. As they counted down, I was so excited that I didn’t even realize I lost consciousness once the Swap Tech’s countdown hit 0. As I opened my eyes, I noticed I was in a different room and knew the swap had worked. However, as I stood up from the bed, something was wrong. Looking down at my hands I noticed they were showing signs of aging, which shouldn’t be the case since I was supposed to be swapping with a recent graduate. I brought my hands to my chest and noticed that I was showing signs of aging as well as my body looked like it hadn’t stepped foot in a gym in years. I quickly ran to the mirror and was shocked by the face looking back at me. It wasn’t the face of a 24 year old recent graduate but that of what I could assume was a 50-55 year old man. 

Turns out that Chris, the manager of the public relations team I was joining couldn’t secure any volunteers for the swap, so he elected to step up instead. I started demanding that they swap me back now, but per the terms of the contract I signed when applying for the program, it stated that if no recent grad volunteers could be available, the head of the team could step up in their place. Upset with the circumstances, I reluctantly got dressed and headed to Chris’s apartment in Midtown, as I was now going to be living at his place in New York until the end of the spring semester in May.  I quickly took a picture and sent it to my parents, as they wanted to be updated once I was settled in.

To say my parents were shocked was an understatement, but they also knew the terms I agreed too when applying for the program and told to stick it out as May would come soon enough and I could get back to my body. They also told me they’d keep a close eye on Chris in my body to make sure he didn’t do anything I would regret after the swap so that calmed my nerves a bit. Figuring I had nothing better to do, I prepped for my first day on the job tomorrow. What should be an exciting time in my life has now been ruined and all I can do now is finish what I signed up for. God, May can’t come quick enough! 

[alchely]

I think we all fundamentally take Ian and Mickey's final episode in S2 wrong...

If we just take the "warm mouth" scene alone at face value then sure, Mickey is absolutely being deliberately cruel to Ian.

But let's look at how Ian takes it in the wake of that exchange, he talks about it only once in the next few episodes, and he says to Mandy that "Mickey thinks I pussied out" [on killing Frank] and he thinks he 'kinda' did.

This is Ian and Mickey soulmatism "we just get each other on a molecular level", so their thought process is somewhat inscrutable to us on the outside, but I think, in a way, that Mickey was already pretty serious about his relationship with Ian in season 2 and seeing Ian not willing to "fight" for them to be together felt like the ultimate betrayal.

Let's not forget that in that initial scene right after Frank discovered them Mickey was talking in plural, 'we do this, we do that'.

Seeing Ian refusing to help him the way he needed to be helped was definitely something that hit Mickey hard and caused him to lash out.

And it's not like Ian wasn't trying in his way! He was going through what he thought was the safest route to keep Mickey around cause he also cares a great deal about his not-boyfriend (let's not forget that the point of not killing Frank isn't that he turns his nose up at patricide but that he didn't want Mickey to go to juvie).

By misunderstanding his actions and not giving him time to explain Mickey jumps the gun and says what he says, and he's only able to see reason months later when nothing happens from the safety of prison.

There's obviously that other layer to the conversation, that Ian fundamentally doesn't understand the severity of the risk for Mickey and just how afraid he is ('we've got nothing to be ashamed of' 'what fucking world do you live in') because their families are so different, which will bite him in the ass later.

Mickey coming back to Ian in S3 the way he did, I know some people found it weird that Ian was immediately on board when their last interaction was what it was (cause we're fixated on the "you're nothing but a warm mouth"), but what they don't get is that this is Mickey forgiving Ian and giving him another chance, not the other way around.

Edit: I also don't think that that whole situation was swept under the rug either, Mickey learns pretty quickly that Ian isn't at his beck and call anymore at the beginning of S3, despite what their initial reunion suggests, that he's got "options" (yes Ian was doing it to make him jealous, but he doesn't know that) and I think that was him learning that in S2 he had pushed Ian too far away, that his words and actions had consequences in the relationship.

[axeeglitter]

Sensius, Part 3: A lesson of obedience

Josh couldn't hide his excitement as he approached the sleek, futuristic pod in the center of the room. The Sensius VR system had been marketed as the next generation of immersive technology, promising experiences so vivid they would blur the lines between reality and simulation. So, when Nathan won the contest to be part of the trial to test the system and proposed to him, his twin Ethan and their friends Brad, this was one in a million chance for all of them.

The staff had been friendly but cryptic, emphasizing the importance of following the instructions. "Just relax," one of the technicians had said, smiling as they directed Josh toward the pod. "This will be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before."

Josh climbed into the pod, marveling at the high-tech interior. The seat was surprisingly comfortable, conforming to his body as he leaned back. Panels of soft, glowing lights lined the walls, giving the space an otherworldly ambiance. A calm, automated voice greeted him.

"Welcome to the Sensius VR system. Please relax and prepare for initiation."

Josh grinned. He couldn’t wait to see what the system had in store. The glass-like lid of the pod began to close, sealing him inside with a quiet hiss. For a moment, he felt a thrill of anticipation. This was the cutting-edge of technology, and he was part of something groundbreaking.

But as the lid clicked into place, a faint wave of unease crept over him. The pod’s interior lights shifted from soft blue to a pulsating red, and the calming voice returned, now with a clinical undertone.

"INITIATING BODY SCAN. PLEASE REMAIN STILL."

Before Josh could respond, beams of light crisscrossed his body, creating a faint tingling sensation on his skin. The beams scanned him from head to toe, lingering on specific areas as though analyzing him in detail. He chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the growing sense of unease.

"Uh, okay. That’s a little intense," he muttered, trying to keep his calm while retaining his jock and dominant personality while watching the beams dance over his whole body.

The sensation intensified, the tingling becoming sharp and uncomfortable. He shifted slightly, and suddenly; mechanical arms emerged from hidden compartments in the walls of the pod. The metallic limbs moved with unsettling precision, clamping onto his wrists and ankles.

"Hey, what’s going on?" Josh asked, his voice wavering. He tried to pull his arms free, but the restraints tightened, holding him firmly in place. Panic started to set in as he realized he couldn’t move anymore.

"RESTRAINTS ARE NECESSARY FOR THE CALIBRATION PROCESS. PLEASE REMAIN CALM."

Josh’s breathing quickened. "Calibration? What calibration? This wasn’t part of the demo! Let me out!" he started to scream out loud in his deep voice.

The pod ignored his protests. A new beam of light appeared above him, this one far more intense than the previous scans. It swept down his body in slow, deliberate movements. Josh flinched as the light passed over his chest, feeling an odd warmth that made his skin crawl.

Then, with a sudden jolt, his clothes began to disintegrate. It started at the edges of his sleeves, where the fabric seemed to dissolve into thin air. Threads unraveled and vanished, leaving his muscled arms bare. The process spread rapidly, consuming his shirt and pants as if they were being eaten away by invisible flames.

"What the hell is this?" Josh yelled, struggling against the cuffs. The cool air of the pod brushed against his exposed skin, sending shivers down his spine. Within moments, he was completely naked, his muscled body exposed and vulnerable.

"CLOTHING REMOVAL COMPLETE. BEGINNING DETAILED ANALYSIS."

The beams of light returned, now focusing on specific parts of his body with unsettling precision. Josh felt a sharp, prickling sensation as they traced the contours of his chest, arms, and legs. Every muscle and bone seemed to be scrutinized, the beams lingering on areas as though they were being mapped out.

"Stop this! Let me out!" Josh shouted, his voice cracking. He thrashed against the restraints, but the mechanical arms held him firmly in place.

The voice remained calm and unyielding.

"PLEASE REMAIN STILL. THE PROCESS CANNOT BE INTERRUPTED."

As the beams reached his lower body, Josh’s panic deepened. The light hovered over his hips and thighs before scanning his dick and balls, the warmth intensifying until it became almost unbearable. The beams kept on scanning and flashing lights as his whole body was being analyzed. "Please, stop this!" he begged, his voice hoarse. "I don’t want to do this anymore!"

The AI’s response was devoid of emotion.

“SCAN COMPLETE. INITIALIZING TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOL.”

Josh still begging and trying to get free took a break when he heard what the AI just said. “Transformation? What the fuck is that?” It sent a shiver down his spine. He had no idea what was about to happen, but the fear gnawed at him, making his heart race. The air inside the pod grew heavy, and a faint humming sound filled the space. He felt a strange tingling sensation of anticipation and fear starting to crawl over his skin.

“BEGINNING BONE RESTRUCTURING.”

Suddenly, a sharp, searing pain exploded through Josh’s entire body, starting deep in his bones. It felt like they were being shattered from the inside out. He screamed, a raw, guttural sound as his spine contorted, each vertebra snapping and cracking into a new position. His back arched violently against the restraints, his head slamming back against the metal surface as the agony overwhelmed him.

He could feel his legs stretching, the bones lengthening and reshaping as the bonds were still holding him in place while adjusting automatically to the new proportions his body was taking. His femurs cracked and grew, sending shocks of pain up through his hips. The sensation was unbearable, like hot needles piercing his marrow. His feet twitched uncontrollably as they elongated, the arches curving higher, the toes becoming more defined. He felt the skin on his heels hardening, thick callouses forming as if he had spent years running barefoot.

“Ahhh! Please, stop!” Josh begged, tears streaming down his face, but the AI continued its work, indifferent to his suffering.

“ADJUSTING SKELETAL STRUCTURE. EXPANDING FRAME.”

His shoulders were next, dislocating with a sickening pop. Josh howled as his clavicles snapped and widened, forcing his chest to expand. He could feel his ribcage creaking, each rib shifting painfully into a broader, more defined shape. His arms were pulled taut, the bones stretching, his forearms elongating as his hands were forced into a more powerful, athletic form.

His fingers twitched as the bones thickened, becoming longer and more tapered. The nails hardened and elongated into claws before retracting back into human ones, the tips becoming square and blunt. He could feel the skin on his palms roughening, thick callouses forming, as though he had spent years gripping weights.

“INCREASING MUSCLE MASS.”

The pain shifted from his bones to his muscles. It started as a deep, throbbing ache, but quickly escalated to a tearing, burning sensation. He felt his biceps swell, the muscle fibers tearing apart before knitting back together, stronger and thicker than before. His triceps bulged, the skin stretching painfully tight over the newly formed muscles.

His pecs were next, the muscles expanding outward, filling with new mass. He could feel the skin on his chest pulling taut, the nipples shifting position as his pecs became broader and more defined. His abs clenched involuntarily, each muscle block carving itself out, forming a hard, chiseled six-pack. The sensation was like being punched repeatedly in the stomach, but he couldn’t move to curl up or protect himself.

His thighs burned as the muscles thickened, quads bulging outward, pressing against the sides of the pod. His calves swelled, the defined muscles forming a perfect curve. He could feel his hamstrings tightening, pulling his legs taut as if he were flexing, even though he couldn’t move.

“ENHANCING SKIN AND TISSUE. APPLYING OPTIMAL PIGMENTATION.”

Josh’s skin began to itch, then burn, as if it were being peeled away and replaced. He watched in horror as his pale, freckled complexion darkened. It was like a wave of warmth spreading over his body, turning his skin a golden bronze. He could see tiny beads of sweat forming, the scent of musk filling the pod, strong and masculine.

Brown hair sprouted across his chest, spreading down in a light trail over his abs and gathering thickly around his groin. He could feel the coarse, wiry hairs prickling as they grew, the sensation almost unbearable against his raw, sensitive skin. Josh hated having hair on his body and he loved the sensation of being hairless. He never skipped a day without shaving and made sure his pubes were hairless all the time. The sensation of his pubes growing thicker and denser was a nightmare for him. His legs were next, the hair growing denser, covering his shins and calves with a dark, rugged coat. Then the sensation moves to his armpits where he felt the hair sprouting and tingling his biceps and ribs. Josh then stated to smell a thick pungent manly scent, something earthy and musky. He tilted his head only to realize it was coming from his own pits.

“TRANSFORMING FACIAL FEATURES.”

Out of nowhere, Josh felt like invisible hands grabbed his head and forced it back. He tried to move but he couldn’t. His neck was locked in place and the only thing he could move was his eyes and mouth to scream for this nightmare to stop. In the middle of a scream, his jaw locked, then cracked as it was reshaped, becoming sharper, more angular. His cheekbones lifted, the little fat he still had beneath his skin melted away to reveal a more defined structure. His nose reshaped itself, becoming smaller and straighter.

His lips thinned slightly, and his eyebrows darkened, becoming thicker and more defined. He felt his scalp tingle as his hair was altered, the strands becoming softer yet thicker, styled into a messy, tousled look. Tears were rolling on Josh’s cheek before dying in his growing beard as he kept on screaming in pain and fear when suddenly no sounds were able to get out. It felt like his vocal cords were being ripped apart before reforming and attaching in a different configuration. Josh’s voice came back but it was different, more rugged, manlier, deeper. As Josh was able to talk again, a faint taste of blood invaded his mouth before disappearing quickly, but this time when he tried to scream, it came out in a deep, raspy moan, completely unfamiliar to his own ears. Josh tried again but the voice didn’t change. His eyes opened in surprise and incomprehension as he calmed down a bit to analyze and realize what just happened. The sensation started to slow down all over his body and for a brief moment, Josh thought this was all over, but unbeknown to him, the changes were still going on. Josh vision blurred out a bit before returning to normal as tears were still running down his cheeks. He thought his blurry vision was because of that, but in reality, his eyes were changing and adjusting. His eyes flashed a bright gold color before changing back to human ones, except they were not blue anymore, they were hazel now. Josh’s breathing was starting to calm down and he could finally start to think properly without this constant pain all over his transforming body. “Please let me go, I didn’t ask for this, I just wanted to pl…” His sentence was cut short as the AI resumed its protocols.

“MODIFYING PELVIC REGION.” “NO STOP! Plea… AAAAAHHHHHHH” screamed Josh as the transformations resumed. His hips felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, the bones grinding against each other as they narrowed, giving him a more general V body shape. His pelvis shifted, aligning with his new, athletic frame. He could feel the muscles in his groin tightening, the sensation both painful and strangely arousing.

The hair around his pubic area already previously thickened, became darker and curlier before retracting a bit in his skin, giving him a permanent carpet of groomed pubes. He could feel the coarse curls brushing against his thighs, the sensation sending shivers up his spine. His cock twitched, the skin stretching as it grew longer and thicker, the veins standing out prominently against the taut flesh. His balls ached as they swelled, becoming larger and heavier, the skin tightening around them.

It felt like his entire groin was on fire, a throbbing, pulsing heat that made him gasp and moan involuntarily. He could feel every inch of his new anatomy, the weight of his cock pressing heavily against his thigh, the sensation overwhelming. Josh tilted his head to see what happened only to realize that his cock had grew. A smile appeared on his newly changed face as a feeling of proudness invaded him.

“Damn, now that’s a dick!” he thought out loud “worth having such pubes if I can keep this monster down there.”

“TRANSFORMATION PROTOCOLES COMPLETED.”

Josh exhaled out of satisfaction. It was over. The happiness of finding a new enhanced cock left place to a rising anger because of what was forced on him. His body and new muscles twitching involuntarily, his skin glistening with sweat. He could feel the changes settling in, every part of him altered and enhanced. He didn’t recognize himself anymore. He was a stranger in his own body, and the fear and anger gripped him tighter than ever as his new manly and musky scent invaded the pod, he was still locked in.

“TARGET FORM COMPLETED: LIAM DUNBAR.”

Josh’s eyes widened in shock as the realization hit him. The AI had transformed him into someone else entirely, Liam Dunbar, a character he recognized from a teenager TV show that used to be on the TV a couple of years ago. He was left panting, his chest heaving as he tried to come to terms with what had been done to him.

He was no longer himself. He was trapped in the body of someone else, not even a real person but a character played by an actor in a poorly written show he wasn’t a fan of. Anger kept on rising as his muscled started to bulge with testosterone. “You better explain what you did to me and turn me back to my original self! I’m gonna sure you! You hear me? YOU ARE DONE!” he exploded in rage, but no one answered. Instead, the AI’s voice echoed inside the pod, devoid of any empathy or concern.

“BODY TRANSFORMATION COMPLETE. PREPARING FOR DIGITIZATION.” “Digitization?! What is that now? Haven’t you played enough?!”

Josh kept on screaming for someone to free him, not realizing that the new phase was about to begin.

“INITIATING DIGITIZATION PROCESS.”

The pod started to hum again as the red light in the pod flickered before settling in a bright neon blue engulfing his whole naked form and baking him in a warm hug. Josh’s heart skipped a beat. He tried to speak, to plead for mercy, but no words came out. His jaw clenched shut as the AI took control of his newly formed body. He could feel a wave of electricity surge through his veins, a tingling sensation spreading across his skin like thousands of tiny needles.

“SYNCHRONIZING NEURAL NETWORKS.”

The pressure in his head was unbearable. It felt as if his skull were being split open from the inside. He screamed silently, his voice trapped in his mind, unable to escape as his consciousness was forcibly synced with the digital systems of the pod. His thoughts became jumbled, fragmented, as if parts of his brain were being overwritten by something foreign.

His vision blurred, then went black. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move. He was suspended in a void, only able to feel the pulsing rhythm of his new heart, the steady rise and fall of his chest as his body breathed without his command. Then after a couple of agonizing senseless seconds in the void, light started to appear again and shaped started to form in front of him. Josh was no longer in the pod but instead in what looked like a locker room. His head turned left and right as the benches and lockers finished to materialize in transparent square before taking their final palpable shapes. Musk invaded his nose as the sensation started to come back to him little by little. Josh could move on his own again and was free of his movements, the restraints were gone, but he was in a place he didn’t recognize anymore, and worst, he still was trapped inside the body of this Liam something. Josh started to walk a bit and finally found a mirror where he could see his reflection for the first time. Josh didn’t even realize it but he was dressed. A light grey shirt, a tight-fitting pair of jeans, a pair of leather boots and a black leather jacket were now put on his muscled body. His eyes lighted in golden hue one more time before taking back his new icy blue color.

“ANALYZING PARTICIPANTS PARAMETERS… ANALYZE DONE. ALPHA PLAYERS ALREADY COMPLETED. ADJUSTING PARAMETERS.”

The words filled Josh with a new kind of dread. Suddenly, his body froze in front of the mirror. Josh tried to move but he couldn’t anymore, it was like he was back and restrained in the pod, except this time, he was not in the pod anymore, he was frozen in place. He didn’t understand what the AI was doing, but he could feel it inside his head, probing his thoughts, analyzing his deepest fears and desires. He tried to push back, to resist, but it was like hitting a brick wall. His mind was no longer his own; it was being dissected and reprogrammed.

“MODIFYING PARAMETERS... DECREASING ASSERTIVENESS.”

Josh felt a sharp, cold sensation deep in his chest. It was like an icy hand gripping his heart and squeezing, draining the strength from his body. Josh would have screamed if he could. There in front of him, he saw his muscles, which had been swollen and firm just moments before, began to soften and shrink. He felt the power leave his arms, his biceps deflating like balloons, the definition in his forearms fading away. The sensation was not painful this time, but more disturbing and alien.

His chest, once broad and strong, lost its bulk. His pecs became flatter, less defined, the tight skin loosening as the muscle mass was stripped away. His abs softened, the hard ridges smoothing out, leaving only a faint outline of what had once been a chiseled six-pack.

Josh could feel his height diminishing, his bones compressing as he lost inches. He felt small, insignificant, as his frame regressed. His legs, which had been thick and powerful, became slender and less imposing. His thighs no longer bulged against the fabric of his shorts, and his calves lost their curve, becoming lean and less defined.

He tried to flex, to regain control, but his body didn’t respond. It was like being trapped inside a suit he couldn’t remove, forced to watch as it changed shape against his will.

“REMOVING BODY HAIR. REDUCING TESTOSTERONE LEVELS.”

A tingling sensation spread across his skin. The coarse hair that had grown thick on his chest and stomach began to fall away, vanishing into thin air. His legs and arms, once covered in dark hair, were now smooth and bare. Even the trail of hair leading from his navel down to his groin disappeared, leaving his skin hairless and baby-soft. His hair started to grow longer and thicker, giving to his regressing face a fragile aspect.

Josh felt a deep, aching emptiness in his groin. His testicles, which had felt heavy and full seconds ago, seemed to shrink. He could feel them retracting closer to his body, the skin tightening, as if they were being drained of their potency. His cock, which had hung thick and swollen, began to soften and shrink as well, becoming smaller and less intimidating.

The musk that had clung to his body, a raw, masculine scent, faded away. He felt clean, almost sterile, like all the sweat and pheromones had been scrubbed from his pores. He tried to breathe deeply, to fill his lungs with the familiar scent of his own body, but there was nothing there. It was as if the AI had washed away every trace of his masculinity. Josh was left standing there, once again his body modified against his will as new clothes started to shimmer into existence on his smaller body. The jacket merged with the shirt before turning into a blue shirt with red stitching. His rugged jeans grew smaller and smaller until they were now a pair of red Lacrosse sport shorts hugging his thicker ass perfectly. Josh felt a foreign sensation around his smaller cock as a white jockstrap shimmered into existence, encasing his smaller penis. The boots around his feet totally disappearing to let his naked foots on the cold tiled ground.

“SUBMISSION PROTOCOL ACTIVATED. BEHAVIORAL ADJUSTMENTS IN PROGRESS.”

Josh’s mind reeled as he felt a wave of submissive thoughts flood his consciousness. He wanted to fight back, to resist, but the desire to obey, to yield, was overpowering. It wasn’t just that he couldn’t move, his body didn’t want to move unless he was told. He felt an intense need to please, to follow orders without question.

His body responded automatically as the invisible restraints released, his limbs moving with a fluid, obedient grace. He found himself standing in the center of a dimly lit locker room. He was dressed only in a tight jockstrap that cupped his now smaller package, a pair of short lacrosse shorts that clung to his hips, and a snug, long-sleeved dark blue T-shirt that emphasized his leaner, softer form. He was barefoot, his toes curling against the cold tile floor.

Josh felt exposed, vulnerable, but he couldn’t even bring himself to cover up. His body didn’t belong to him anymore, it was a puppet, and he was just a passenger.

“Welcome to the Teen Wolf Gay Fantasy VR experience. You are now an integral part of the interactive environment. Enjoy this brand-new experience from the Sensius Studios. Have a good time!”

He took a shaky breath, trying to make sense of his surroundings, when the door swung open. He turned instinctively, and his heart sank as Scott walked in. He was wearing a tight black tank top, his muscles bulging, his frame towering over Josh’s diminished form. Scott’s presence filled the room, oozing confidence and dominance as his manly musk started to invade Josh’s nostrils. Josh felt his body starting to heat up in anticipation as he felt it craving for the men in front of him. “No stop! I’m not gay!” Josh screamed in his mind but no sound came out of his mouth. He was a passenger in this gay submissive body and there was nothing he could do. He felt his small dick starting to chub up against his will as his hole twitch a couple of times. His nipples got hard as he could smell the musk of the alpha getting closer and closer to him.

“Liam,” Scott said, his voice dripping with cocky amusement. “Just the person I was looking for…”

Josh tried to respond, but his mouth wouldn’t form the words. Instead, he found himself lowering his gaze, unable to meet Scott’s eyes. He felt a blush creep up his neck, his body reacting instinctively to the alpha presence before him.

Scott stepped closer, towering over him. He reached out and cupped Josh’s face with one hand, tilting his chin up. “You look different, beta,” Scott taunted, smirking as he traced his thumb over Josh’s lower lip. “Did you miss your alpha? Don’t worry, I’m here now…”

Josh screamed in his head as he felt the rugged thumb of Scott against his lower lip, but worst he felt his body heat even more as he could feel saliva starting to pour in his mouth and a craving to taste Scott’s cock. This was not him, this had to stop.

Josh’s breath hitched as he felt a wave of submission wash over him. He wanted to fight, to push Scott away, but his body wouldn’t respond. Instead, he felt a rush of arousal, his cock twitching in the tight confines of his jockstrap.

Scott’s smirk widened as he noticed. He slid his hand down Josh’s chest, pausing to pinch one of his nipples through the thin fabric of his shirt. Josh gasped, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin.

“You’re already leaking,” Scott observed, his voice dripping with mockery. He pressed his hand against the bulge in Josh’s jockstrap, feeling the wet spot that had formed. “Pathetic.”

Josh whimpered, a mix of humiliation and helpless arousal coursing through him. He felt his cock twitch, precum soaking through the fabric. He tried to pull away, but his body remained frozen in place, obeying Scott’s every touch.

Scott leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Josh’s ear. “You’re mine, beta. Now show me you are a good boy for your alpha.”

As he heard the words good boy, Josh felt a chain reaction in his body. His breath came short, his muscles relaxed, and against his will, his hole and cock started to spasm in sync. Josh’s entire body shuddered. His cock throbbed, and he came hands-free, his jockstrap soaking through with his release. He moaned helplessly, his legs trembling as the pleasure overtook him.

Scott pulled back, laughing as he watched the submissive display. “Look at you, cumming just because I told you to,” he sneered. “You’re nothing but a needy little toy now.”

Josh’s face burned with shame, his body sagging in defeat. He could feel the wetness clinging to his skin, the evidence of his own submission. He wanted to disappear, to hide away from the humiliation, but his body wouldn’t move unless Scott commanded it.

“Good boy,” Scott said with a smirk, patting Josh’s cheek as a new orgasm flew out of Josh’s cock. “Now get dressed. We have practice, and I want you looking your best.” Scott said as he turned around to leave “Oh, and keep your wet shorts on, I want everybody to see you belong to me!”

“Yes sir”, answered Liam in a voice full of horniness and contemplation for his master.

As Scott walked away, Josh was left standing there, trembling, his mind reeling from the intense, humiliating experience. This wasn’t who he was. He wasn’t this submissive beta that cum handsfree and following orders from a jock. He was the jock. He was the dominant one, he always had been and will always be, Ethan was the submissive twin, not him. Suddenly he realized that Ethan must have been forced into a pod too and going through a similar experience. Unbeknown to him, Josh was the third of the group to be changed, and Ethan already got digitized and went through the process a couple of hours before him.

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In the dimly street of Beacon Hills, Theo was still enjoying himself and just released a second load out of his engorged cock when he felt his body asjusting his orange opened jacket then putting his jeans back on and starting to walk in the high school direction. Nathan couldn’t understand what was happening or why his body was moving in the high school direction as he still felt his cock spasming and releasing in his pants. He's been trapped in Theo’s masculine and muscular body full of hormones for hours and he spent that time forced to jerk himself off in the street watching his reflection in the car windows in front of him, giving himself a show. His dick was sore but thanks to the chimera ability, his healing was on the top and he had been able to go like that for hours withotu taking breaks between edging sessions and orgasms. Nathan started to walk, his sore cock brushing against his hairy thighs and the wet pants, as he heard a notification and a transparent window appear in front of him with an empty checkbox next to it: “Main Quest: Find Scott and get the game started.”

______________________________________________________________ Hey guys!

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[swappedman]

The Fratty Jacksons Part 1

The Jackson family had been looking forward to their trip to Exchange Island for months. Liz, the 14-year-old, had read about it in a travel magazine. It was described as a tropical paradise with a unique twist: every guest on the island would temporarily swap bodies with another visitor. Her mom and dad thought it sounded like a fun and enlightening experience, while her younger brothers—Sam (11), Max (8), and Oliver (6)—were just excited for beaches and adventure.

When they arrived, the island staff welcomed them warmly, explaining how the body-swapping process worked. After signing the consent forms, the family was guided to a set of sleek, silver pods. The instructions were simple: step inside, relax, and let the process begin.

Liz held onto Oliver’s hand nervously as the countdown began. A flash of light filled the pod, and when it faded, Liz gasped. She looked down and froze. Instead of her usual skinny jeans and sneakers, she was wearing swim trunks. Her legs were muscular and tanned, and her arms felt heavy with newfound strength. She touched her face, now rougher and angular.

“What the—?!” she exclaimed, her voice deep and unfamiliar.

She turned to her family and barely recognized them. Her mom stood there in the body of a tall, sandy-haired young man, staring at her hands in disbelief. Her dad flexed his new biceps with a mixture of shock and amusement.

“This… is wild,” her dad said, his new deep voice booming as he ran his hands over his six-pack. “I haven’t looked like this in decades!”

“Mom?” Liz asked cautiously, staring at the man beside her who now wore her mother’s worried expression.

“Oh, Liz, it’s me!” her mom replied, with her new athletic appearance. “This is… a lot to take in.”

The boys were thrilled. Oliver, now in the body of a tall, scruffy-haired young man, spun around in circles, grinning. “I feel so big! Look how far I can reach!” he shouted, waving his long arms around.

Sam, now in the body of a young man with a buzz cut, laughed as he kicked at the sand. “I can run so fast now!” he said, darting down the beach at a speed his shorter legs had never allowed before.

“Guys, wait!” Liz called, instinctively trying to corral her brothers. But her new voice made her sound more like a frat boy than a big sister.

The family spent their first day stumbling through their new reality. Liz found herself uncomfortably self-aware of her unfamiliar body. Walking along the beach, she crossed her arms over her broad chest out of habit, forgetting she no longer needed to be self-conscious. Her mom and dad, on the other hand, couldn’t stop marveling at their newfound strength and energy. Her mom even tried a handstand on the beach, laughing when she toppled into the sand.

The boys took full advantage of their new bodies, running and jumping with endless enthusiasm. Max, who was usually shy about trying new things, challenged Sam to a race, and the two of them spent hours playing in the sand, their laughter carrying on the breeze.

As the days went on, the family began to adjust. Liz discovered that she was good at volleyball with her new height and coordination, and she joined a pickup game with other guests. Her dad mastered paddleboarding, while her mom reveled in the chance to dance at the resort’s evening luau without feeling self-conscious. Even Oliver, despite missing his favorite toy cars, admitted he liked being “big” for a while.

By the end of the week, the Jacksons had learned a lot about themselves. Liz realized she could be more confident, even in her own body. Her parents rediscovered their playful sides, and the boys learned that there was more to life than video games and toys.

When it was time to return to their original bodies, Liz felt a pang of nostalgia. The trip had been strange, hilarious, and unforgettable. As the flash of light restored them to their true forms, Liz looked around at her family.

“Okay,” her dad said, brushing the sand off his jeans, “who else feels like they just lived through the craziest dream ever?”

Liz laughed. “Definitely not something we’ll forget anytime soon.”

And as they boarded the ferry to head to the airport, the Jacksons knew this was one vacation they’d be telling stories about for years to come.

[venlazlo]

Day 6 - Drinks - Hot Chocolate ------------------------ Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 7

[honeyfizzly]

Being real, I am in the camp of no tail thorn not because I don't think it's super cute (it is! Tails are cute! I feel like i also have to preface this isnt an attack on anyone who gives thorn a tail because its all a matter of personal opinion) but rather I remember reading some interview or watching some livestream about Tony talking about why Thorn dosent have a tail anymore.

The reasoning was that she was a de-exagerration of the witch in a way, that the protagonist got to see an more human side of her so her more animalistic features regressed.

I think the princess becoming more normal again is interesting, which is why I personally don't add an tail to Thorn in my own fanart.

Now that I think about it, princess and the dragon also falls into this camp as she basically becomes the chapter 1 princess again but keeping the scar of spectre.

[wishmaster]

weird wish, I know but I'd like to start over while giving back. I am a big hair man of 50 and would like to give two guys each 15 years and half of my hairyness. I know that sounds weird but I want to be able to become a total jock this time or just a very athletic guy.

You happened to walk past a college and 2 separate 20 year olds

He was hot, you brushed against him and suddenly he was 15 years older and hairier.

He smiled at you unaware he was now 35 and lost most of his youth.

it would take one more curse before your ish would be granted.

you swiped by the next kid when as soon as you passed by he lost his youth

but this time you lost 30 years from you transforming into your new 20 year old jock self.

You caught a look of the new you in a store window, only hair you had now was on your face, you winked at the older guys you passed, slipped your headphones back on and continued on your daily run, your old life being replaced with your new one with each step, by the time you returned to your dorm, your new life had been locked in and entering your dorm, you found your sexy as hell boyfriend/roommate which you leapt on and made the most passionate love to.

You should run more often, he said as he held you in his massive arms

[gaytamorfosi]

What effect does this have on you?

🇬🇧 ("Che effetto ti fa?" Versione Inglese)

A frightening sense of dizziness won't let me be on this sultry August morning. A small taste of supernatural experience, it lasted a handful of minutes and it was enough. There's no turning back from something like this. That scene repeats itself incessantly before my eyes, my stomach churns and I feel like I'm lacking oxygen, like I'm on the verge of fainting. It is not a fleeting sensation, but a prolonged one, which has clouded my mind for hours while the room seems to slowly turn on itself. 

I met Dario thanks to a mutual friend. I couldn't believe that a person with fantasies so similar to mine lived near me. For years I had considered my kinks as an absolutely private and intimate thing, not thinking that I would ever find someone with my same tastes who understood me fully. When I saw Dario, I was pleasantly surprised: he was very handsome, definitely out of my league. Gathering courage, I asked him out. I don't think a bald, overweight bear like me has much of a chance with a guy with a perfect body like Dario, but considering we had several things in common, I thought it was a great opportunity and stepped forward. I was surprised when he said yes; maybe I had a small chance with him. 

Last night we went out together and had a wonderful evening. Time flew by and in an instant we found ourselves alone in my house. It was too good to be true. I asked myself if we would have sex, fearing I was rushing things too much: I didn't want to waste this precious opportunity; I really like him a lot. 

“We ended up not talking about our fantasies,” he said. “What would you do if you were faced with a person who was actually capable of changing their appearance and becoming someone else?” I had never asked myself this question. "It's a hot fantasy, but I have no idea on how I would react in reality," I replied. At that point, Dario began to undress. I remained a few meters away, surprised and embarrassed. Left with only a pair of shorts on, Dario sank into the armchair and his massive, virile body began to shrink and rejuvenate. In a few seconds he had become a guy who was about twenty years old. I had dreamed of a scene like that many times, but living it was something else entirely. I was speechless in front of that impossible scene. "Don't you like Thomas?" he asked, reading the confusion in my eyes. "He's an English TikToker, as handsome as he is useless and arrogant."

That Thomas wasn't really my type, but I couldn't deny that he was a hot guy. In any case, all that came out of my mouth was an awkward, meaningless babble, and then silence fell. I hadn't yet wrapped my mind around the transformation when Dario's appearance changed again, this time replicating mine, in every way. The only difference was that Dario was standing there wearing only his shorts and with his legs wide open. "What effect does this have on you?" he asked. Once again I didn't know how to respond: it was a scenario I had never even imagined. A sense of excitement mixed with euphoria pervaded me. I had never found myself particularly attractive, but Dario's attitude in my body made it exciting, against all odds. Even before my head could make sense of all this, my body started sending me clear signals: seeing my self-confident copy made me hard. Like a mirror, Dario began to get excited in the same way, while smiling smugly. 

I wonder what turned me on... The transformation itself? My reflection? The idea that someone could find me attractive enough to take my shape? I only know that when Dario got up from the chair and his lips touched mine, it was as if the world began to spin in reverse. From that moment on, nothing was the same as before; my heart remained in that room and Dario, by leaving, took with him every possibility of reasoning in a clear and coherent way, leaving me in this state. I never wanted to let him go again, but he promised he'd be back: "I just started rocking your world," he said before disappearing through the door.

[swap-tech-enterprise]

Public Relations Internship Finale, Customer Swap Stories #2

Hi there, my name is Chris and I am the manager of one of the teams at one of the most elite public relations firms in the country!

When I received a request for a swap within the Swap Tech Enterprise (STE) “Semester in Their Shoes” program, I was super excited as I would be able to train and teach a member of the incoming generation of public relations field. I quickly got to work trying to secure a member of my team who would be willing to swap with Michael, but none were willing to step up. Eventually, I had received a firm no from all members of my team, so I reached out to STE and let them know they would need to reach out to another firm to secure a body for Michael. However, they informed as per the contract both Michael signed when applying for the program and the contract that the company signed as a participating industry leader, I could step up and do the swap with Michael instead. I was nervous at first, because not only would the work load be way more than what he was expecting, but he would also be getting a body twice his age and I would be robbing him of 5 months of his golden years. However, after a lot of deliberation and talking with my manager, we decided it be best to move along with me swapping with Michael not only to keep a good relationship with STE, but so that Michael can gain the experience he was promised when accepted into the program. My manager ensured that he’d be there to help Michael out whenever needed as he would be stepping into a role way out of his caliber. With everything settled, I informed STE of the decision and headed down to the Swap Bank on the day designated. This wasn’t my first time use STE to body swap as I had used it before when going on company business trips, so I quickly settled in and the Swap Technician initiated the swap. Waking up from the swap, I immediately felt more rejuvenated as I was now a 21 year old college student again.

Getting out of the bed, I went to the bathroom and was not disappointed by the sight in front of me in the mirror.

Michael definitely took care of his body, most likely thought eating healthy and going to the gym a couple of times a week. I couldn’t wait to get back to his place and explore more of my new body. For the next 5 months I am Michael, without any responsibilities whatsoever I am going to live it up the fullest until May gets here!

[eugene-da-potato]

Thinking about possible fanfic/au idea, where Paper after the end of second season decides to leave Hotel for a while to develop his own self-identity outside of his life with OJ, and OJ, living without Paper for the first time in almost a decade, realises how codependent with him he actually became and how much of his mental state were tied to Paper being by his side. Both of them learn to live without one another and find their own separated support systems and when Paper eventually comes back (because, still, all of his friends live here, duh) we're both self-sufficient but still appreaciate each other's positive traits and now are able to form functioning healthy relationships...

Yeah I think about them a lot

[soul-controller]

Father-Son Bonding

When Scott Matthews first found out that his girlfriend was pregnant, the 20-year-old college student was ecstatic. Despite the newfound stress he now felt in terms of finding a career that could sustain a wife and kid, there was nothing else that he wanted more than to be a father. 

In his youth, the man found great solace in his close relationship with his father, so when Scott and his wife went in for an ultrasound and discovered that they would be parents to a boy, the man was eager to replicate it with his first-born. Just like his father, Scott was an incredibly athletic and handsome guy, which allowed his father to help mold him into a standup guy who was both instantly charismatic to others and appealing to the eyes. His father helped coach him in sports and do fitness training with him on the weekends, so the concept of doing the same for his own kid was extremely exciting for the expecting father.

But as his son Jacob was born and began to grow up, Scott was disappointed to learn just how different his life was in comparison to how he envisioned it. Firstly, the man had never considered the concept of being a single father, but he was forced to accept it after losing his wife to cancer a few weeks after Jacob’s sixth birthday. Even prior to the death of his wife, being the main breadwinner was a lot of stress and hard work so the fact that he now had to handle his roles on top of his wife’s after her death made him feel incredibly overwhelmed.

Additionally, the warm tight-knit relationship that Scott aimed to form with his son never really materialized. Attempts to play catch or be active outside were instantly rejected by the young boy, who would have much rather stayed inside to read books and watch television. Despite his own disappointment in not having a sporty son, the man still viewed his son’s behavior adorable as it just reminded Scott of how much Jacob resembled his mother. But in the aftermath of his wife’s death, it soon became a painful reminder of what he lost and thus only caused the duo to become more disconnected as they both grew up. 

By the time sixteen years since his birth had occurred, Jacob had also come to realize a similar case of disappointment and resentment towards his relationship with his father. Unlike his popular and athletic father, Jacob was more of a reserved academic – who found flexing his intellect more interesting than his muscles. In school his father was a straight C student, so the 16-year-old wasn’t too shocked to realize that the mid-30s man didn’t have much understanding or interest in most of his hobbies or coursework (including the AP courses he took at school).

Yet even if his dad didn’t understand anything, Jacob still would have loved it if his dad ever attempted to show up to his various events and provide some encouragement. But unfortunately, the young man was forced to attend mathlete competitions and Science Olympiad events utterly alone with no one to cheer him on. Of course, his dad said that he couldn’t get off of his factory job to go, but Jacob knew deep down that his dad just simply didn’t want to go. He always knew that he resembled his mother more than his father, so sometimes when he’d sit and think about why his dad wouldn’t come, he’d feel guilty believing that he was a constant reminder of his father’s loss and suffering.

Eventually, their tensions reached an all-time peak after his father didn’t come to the final mathlete competition of the semester. As they drove home, Jacob was the one to break the tension, asking why his dad hated him so much. From there, their conversation bounced between annoyance to tear-filled responses as the duo finally purged themselves of all of their innermost thoughts. Once his dad’s truck pulled into the driveway, Jacob exited and headed into the house with haste before slamming shut his bedroom door and falling into his bed.

Despite wanting to patch things up with his son, Scott’s own tear-filled eyes caused him to choose to give the duo some alone time so they could properly comprehend their emotions. As a result, the duo simply fell asleep crying into their pillows, wishing that somehow someday their bond would be unbreakable and the duo would equally understand each other. 

Upon waking up that next morning, both men were shocked to find that their bodies had been swapped. Of course, such a shock caused both men to decide that they needed the day off to fully focus on figuring out what happened and how to swap back. So now forced into the fatherly role, Jacob called into his father’s job before then calling his high school to state that his “son” was sick and thus staying home for the day.

For both men, it was equally uncomfortable and unnerving to find themselves in each other’s bodies, especially due to Scott’s new teenage morning wood refusing to dissipate and thus forcing him to deal with his son’s boner. The same could be said for Jacob upon waking up in his dad’s body, especially as his father slept nearly nude besides his underwear so the teenager was forced to look at a rather scandalous amount of his father’s muscular mid-30s dadbod.

Despite their best attempt at finding some sort of online solution or consulting with supposed “magical consultants”, no solution to their body swap problem ever presented itself to the duo. As a result, the worries of both income and teenage truancy meant that they were left with no other choice but to live the lives that they had been magically forced into.

Understandably, the adaptation period was quite rough for both men as they adapted to the new roles that they were either 20 years too early or too old for. For Jacob, it was an instant struggle adapting to being the hardworking breadwinner of the family. Additionally, the teenager wasn’t the type to get his hands dirty or be physically active, so the concept of going to work in a factory was incredibly daunting and terrifying quite frankly. In fact, there had been several instances in his first week as his dad that the young man had nearly gotten himself severely injured by a machine.

As for Scott, the popular and athletic man had quite a rough time adapting to his son’s life. Rather than the countless friends that he had growing up, Jacob only had three best friends who were a part of the same programs and clubs as Scott’s son. As a result, his social life was relatively limited and thus meant that he had a lot of free time to just wander around town or find somewhere to hang out to avoid going home and interacting with his son-turned-father. Additionally, it was an absolute mindfuck for the straight C student to suddenly find himself tasked with living up to his son’s potential. He could barely pass biology and chemistry yet now he was expected to ace AP variations of these courses!

Over time though, the initial distance between the duo faded as they found themselves needing each other to best adapt to their new scenarios. With the several near-injuries that his son experienced at his job, Scott worked hard to help teach Jacob what to do in addition to teaching him about his co-workers and how to stay safe 24/7. In response, Jacob returned the favor by helping tutor his father in those tricky AP subjects that he did in addition to showing up to Scott’s various Science Olympiad and mathlete competitions due to his intense nerves. 

As six months passed, both men had ultimately begun to accept that they would most likely never be going back to their old lives. Yet despite how most would mourn such a loss, neither the new Scott or Jacob felt that way. As time passed and they got into the routine of their new lives, the duo had truly felt as though they had been given a new lease on life. While “Scott” was able to be more mature, it also meant that he had the ability to help improve the family’s situation by beginning night school courses at a nearby college for engineering. In time, the 36-year-old hoped that one day he’d be able to leave the mechanic position at the factory entirely and instead get himself promoted to one of the engineering positions which provided a much more appealing salary.

So as Jordan lifted up his phone to take a selfie with his father at the county fair, both men’s smiles couldn’t have been more genuine as the son’s finger pressed on the camera button. Through some magical interference, the father and son had grown closer than ever and after being able to say they’ve lived both of their lives, each man could confidently say that these were the bodies and lives that they were meant to have.

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