Buddy Swap (Part 4)

Buddy Swap (Part 4)

Months passed by, as we adapted to our new routines. I would get up and eat. Work at home for my new desk job. And, eat if I got bored, which was always. Then, I would eat after I finished working for the day. Before it would get to late, I would take a few hours nap. Finally, I would wake up and hangout with my online gaming friends, while I ate some more.

With all my free time I had, I was getting good at gaming. I started dreaming of the day when I could quit my job and just game. All my friends were online, at this point. It was nice talking to people without then knowing how fat I was. Hanging out with them, I felt like my old self. That was until, one day when the group wanted to face chat. Being fat slipped my mind, and afterwards I became the butt of all the fat jokes.

Spencer on the other hand was loving life. He would start the day early. Go on his run and eat healthy. He tried to introduce my old friends to me, in my new body. They had no idea of the swap,but being gay If I didn't fit their sexual desires they wanted nothing to do with me. And not being gay, Spencer had no use for them. So, he found new friends. And, if he wasn't hanging out with them, he was with Jess. She started coming over more and more. -Some nights, I would masturbate to the sound of their love making. In those moments I wished I was her. I wished I would find someone who loved me- But, most nights Spencer was gone at the gym.

"Hey, So you down for the gym tonight?" Spencer said entering my room. I looked at the mirror seeing my fat body. "I don't know." I responded. "Why!? Your doing so good," He smiled. "I'm not losing any weight. I'm still 280 fuckin pounds." I said, as I bit into my hamburger. Spencer walked over to me and jiggled my belly. "Well, that's why ... All that shit you put into your body. How can you expect to lose weight. For fuck sakes I think you have been eating more then I did," he said laughing as I pushed his hand and continued eating. "What it's true ... imagine how big you would get if you didn't come and work off some of that food in your gut," he continued, still chucking to himself. With the thought of getting fatter, I put the burger down. "Fuck you! ... I'll go ..." I said defeated.

It was weird seeing Spencer like that. He had so much energy. I guess I never realized how much being fat drained him of that energy, until now. On the ride their, he became more serious. "Look ... I gotta tell you something ... we can't keep messing around. I don't even roll that way. I've been doing it to make up with you, but ... I love Jess ... and I going to propose to her," he let out. I knew this would happen, I just didn't want it to. "You guys barely been dating a few months," I fought back. "It almost been a year," he stated. My heart was hurt and my mind jealous. " oh ... yeah ... look ... I want you to be happy. We'll stop ... it's fine" I said frustrated. The rest of the car ride was quite.

At the gym, Spencer walked me to the treadmill. "Okay ... I'm going to workout with some clients. I'll check back up on you," he said trying to gauge how I was feeling. I said nothing and he walked away. I started walking on the treadmill, my mind racing. I was mad at him. But, more mad at myself. I knew he wasn't gay. I knew he was just trying to make me happy. I hated that I felt like no one could love me, like this.

I stopped the treadmill. I had to get out of the workout area. My anxiety was raising. I looked around and felt everyone's eyes on me. Saying the worst things in their minds. Look how fat he is. He can't even run. He's gross. Their silent laughter and mocking was get louder. Tearing up, I quickly left into the Spa area. But, not before I bumped into him. He was the man of my dreams. Even in my old body, I would have been envious. He was admiring himself in the mirror. Still sweaty from his workout, his muscle shirt hugged his body. Showing off every ab he had. He look at me up and down. His eyes staring into my soul. I was embarrassed and ran out of his sight. He must be laughing at the fat piece of lard that just bumped into him.

At this gym most people didn't take advantage of the spa area. Most likely, because it didn't have a lot to offer. So, I made my way into the dark and empty room with messaging chairs. And started to cry. "Hey are you okay," Mr. Abs said. I felt even worse now. "Yeah, look ... I'm sorry I bumped into you ... but can you please leave me alone." I said in between sobs. He remained quiet, but sat on the chair next to me.

He put his hand on my lard covered lap. "Someone as beautiful as you shouldn't be crying." My mind was alerted to the chessiness of his words. But. At the sametime those were the words my heart needed to hear. "What?" I asked. "Sorry, I don't mean to be so forward. It's just your so attractive. And, when you bumped into me ... I saw the pain in your eyes. And, I just felt like I had to talk to you." He answered.

At that moment Spencer walked in. "Hey Johnny you good." He quickly analyzes the situation, "Oh ... I'll just be outside with my clients ... if you need me." He slowly backs off and I nod letting him know I'm okay.

"So is that your trainer or ... boyfriend..." Mr.Abs asked. I just laughed, "No ... He's just a friend .. and thanks for the kind words. But, you don't have to pretend to make me feel better. You don't owe me anything. I don't even know your name." He put his hand on my stomach. I started feeling embarrassed. "I wasn't joking ... you see I like to stay fit ..." he said as he invited my fat arms to start feeling up his body. " But, I like fat guys." He gives my belly a jiggle and continues to explore my body. We sit there for a couple seconds, in awe of each other's body. "My name is Alex, by the way." he mindlessly said. "I'm Johnathan." I said, memorized myself.

He started talking again, "What is a guy like you doing in a place like this." He asked. "I'm trying to lose weight." I answer sheepishly. He laughs, "why would you wanna do something like that." " Well. I wasn't always fat and I don't like how I feel being fat." I answered. "We'll Johnathan, after this breakdown you had it doesn't seem like your in the mood to workout tonight. Why don't we leave this place and I can buy you some food, I know you must be hungry." I agree to leave with him and I text Spencer to not expect me home tonight.

We leave to a nearby fast food restaurant and he orders four large combos. We continue to drive to his place. He sets up all the food on the table, and tells me to dig in. We talk to each other about our lives, as he makes himself a salad. I realized he bought all the fast food for me. Being around him was so comfortable. I was interested in learning more about him. He was kind, smart, and adventurous. He talked about his workouts, his job, and his fetish. He was interested in how I got so fat. I had to create a fake story, because there was no way he was going to believe body swapping.

By the time we were done, I was stuffed. He started rubbing my belly. Moving his hands to my crotch, pulling down my pants. He began pushing back my pelvic fat, unleashing as much dick as he could get. And, He started sucking. Sending me and my extended belly into ecstasy. After servicing me, he flipped me over and and started riding my fat as. His powerful arms holding me. His ripped physic imprinting on my fat flesh. Each thrust of his dick in my ass, filled with pleasure, reminding me of the one night stands I use to have.

"How was that ... you wanna lose weight now?" Alex said catching his breath. He quicky got up, leaving me to reflect on the best sex of my life. He came back with more food and drinks. And, then it started all over. The night of love making ended when we fell unconscious from exhaustion in each other's arms.

Monkey Business: Part 2 of 3

Damn, I’m fucking hot! I’ve been going out to the gym alot lol. It’s a turn on watching my muscles be covered by my thick fur.

After getting this new bod, I haven’t been shy about showing it off. The old me, Lewis, would never have been this fuckin confident. And, this hasn’t been the only change.

The first real change was at, Lewis’ old job. It was my first day back and I had to wear a dumb ass suit. It clung to my hairy bod; making me itch. It was suffocating me. In addition, my mind was being tortured by how boring the work was. I need to be active, energy was building up. I started getting hot and sweaty. I couldn’t fuckin stand it anymore. I ripped the suit off bod, exposing my furry self. The only thing left on me was my tight briefs outlining my huge package. The buildup of musk filled the room. The men of the office kept looking at me, lust in their eyes. Some guys even had to excuse themselves to the bathroom to beat one out. This was going to be fun or so I thought.

My attention turned to some of the women. Some gagging. They commented about a horrible smell. I guess they just can’t handle the smell of a real man. The men just ignored them as their interest in me and each other increased. I could tell the office was about to explode into an homosexual orgy, right before some bitch came and sprayed me with perfume.  “What the fuck! Put your clothes on nobody wants to see that shit. And learn to take a fucking shower.” She said, as she did it. Right after, I was called into the office, my boss staring at my shirtless body. “Look, I … um can’t have you here in this office. Ahhh …There has been complaints and you are being to … um distracting. I’m sorry but, your fired.” He said in between rubbing in himself and moaning. He quickly left most likely to rub one out.

I went home feeling pissed; the anger turning into energy. I had to just fucking move. I spent days at the gym working out and fucking wannabe alphas. They were intoxicated by my musk. However as days passed, I became depressed. The money in my bank account started to run low. I needed work, but in a place that could meet up with my needs. So one day, I just fucking started running around my apartment complex, shirtless and in shorts. Going around the whole complex multiple times.  Multiple neighbors watching me, talking about me. Thoughts entered my mine. I love this fuckin attention. Of course people are going to be looking. Why wouldn’t they? But, I can’t stand people who hold some kind of speciesism towards me. Those fuckers who are jealous of me and my human-monkey hybrid body, so they try to take it out on me.

In the midst of my workout, I saw him. His fuckin beautiful brown skin toasting in the sun, as he worked around the complex.  I would later get to know his name, Enrique. He mowed the lawn with those powerful arms. Sweat ran down his hairless, shirtless body. He continued working, making repairs to broken fences and did other maintenance work around the complex. But, through all this work he always looked at me, as I ran by. A smile appearing on his face each time he saw me. A smile that turned me on. He finally waved at me, calling my attention.

“Damn you have a lot of energy. This is like you 50th time around. Maybe you can use some of that energy to help me out.” He spent the rest of the day explaining everything about his work to me. He was a maintenance worker at multiple apartment complexes. The more time I spent with him the more I felt there was something about him. I mean he could never be as perfect as me but, he was pretty great for a human. He loved the work I was able to do, and loved my monkey characteristics. As, the hot day progressed, I let the smell of my animalistic musk evade my mind. I could only think of working out and fucking now.

Enrique saw this and invited me to his car, where are bodies united. Bumping and grinding on each other. Hair on skin. Muscle on muscle. He didn’t seem to be affected by my musk, like other men were. He let me fuck him out of pure love. We both wanted more, and I told him about my situation. He hired me, both knowing we were going to have a lot of fun. This job was going to be perfect. Working out, being shirtless, and being with someone I loved.

I made my way home and decided to go on the computer, my day with Enrique still fresh in my mind. When suddenly a dialogue box opened “Hello Logan … The time has cum hahaha.” It was morphmaster and I knew the price for my existence need to be paid.

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Buddy Swap (Part 3)

With my mind still racing, I pushed Spencer away from me, it was easy using my new weight. I looked at my former face and punched it, before storming to my room. Once there, I started grieving for my old life. A few hours past, until Spencer came to check up on me.

"Hey Buddy ... so ... how are you doing?" He said attempting to cheer me up. I just turned away from him. "Okay ... so that was a dumb question ... I get your mad ... but ... um ... I promise I'll fix this ... but for right now we gotta make this work. And, It's getting late. So ... I was thinking since we switched bodies ... you might be more comfortable in my bed ... it was designed for my ... your bigger body, anyways... and my clothes are technically yours now ..." I quickly got up, before he finished rambling. Spencer backed up, not knowing what I'm was about to do. I continued walking by, without looking at him. Then I entered his room and locked the door.

The next few days were a blur. I mostly stayed in my room eating and sleeping. Hoping to wake up from this nightmare. But, my head ran the same mantra over and over. "You are a fat piece of shit. This is your body. You're never going back. You are stuck like this forever." Defeated, I came to the realization that Spencer's body was now mine.

Every chance he got, Spencer would check in on me. I would usually reply with a "Fuck you!" or classic middle finger. But, he still came back with some new information about our case. "I went to the shop I got the potion from. The man said it only works on a body once, so we can't take it again... but I'm still gonna look for a solution." I didn't know if I actually believed him. In my mind I felt like he did this on purpose. He always wanted my body, why the fuck wouldn't he. He was probably laughing behind my back.

"Look..." he said " I know you are still are grieving. So, I'll support us both, until your ready. I mean my job is working from home. So as long as the work gets done they won't care who's doing it. And I'll pick up some of your clients at the gym. Besides working out with them will keep this body toned." The more he talked ... the more I wanted to kill him. All I would have to do is suffocate him with my fatass. And so weeks went by and I just stayed home, mopping around, eating, and getting fatter. The stress of working for both of us was getting to Spencer. But, I enjoyed watching him practically kill himself.

For me, being a fat lazy slob became second nature. So, I spent my weeks eating and playing video games. Spencer walked in late one day. He was shirtless from his late night gym session, fuckin show off. He look more ripped and toned then I ever did. He was so fuckin hot. But, I could see his red tired eyes. He saw my fatass and snapped. "Hey you fucking fatass. Get off the fucking couch and do something with your fucking life. I am sick of seeing your fatass just getting fatter. It's fucking been long enough." He yelled.

And finally, all the tension between us came to the exploding point. I got up and rushed towards him. I could tell by the way he looked, he realized what he just said. Now, I had him cornered on a wall. My beach ball stomach press against his firm abs. "Oh ... yeah ... I know what I'm fucking gonna do. I gonna find a magic fucking potion and trick you into drinking it. Then you can be the fucking fat one. Then I'll steal your hard earned life and finally be motivated to stop having a fat lazy slob mentality." I yelled back as I punched him in the face.

Spencer, then, hooked my legs and sent me falling on my fatass. But not before I bear hugged him and brought him down with me. We continued wrestling, throwing punches, pushing, and pulling each other. My gigantic body, versus his fit agile one. I could feel myself slowing, becoming to tired. But, thanks to his workouts. Spencer still had energy. He got on top of me and let out a barrage of punches. Each one becoming softer and weaker.

"I hate you! I hate! You're a fucking disgusting piece of shit. I can't stand looking at you ..." He screamed. Making by blood boil. " You don't deserve this body. You don't deserve it. How could you have done this to your friend. Now he fucking hates you. And, you deserve it. You couldn't make it Iife, in your body. And, now you trapped your friend in it." I realized he wasn't talking to me. He was talking to himself, his old body.

Tears began running down his face. And, I started to tear up to. He got off of me and sat down. I went, to sit next to him. I was finally able to see my friend again. I saw how much pain and guilt he was in. "I think we needed this." I said. "Now everything is out in the open ... but, I think we can get pass this." I said.

"No, I'm sorry. I did this to you. You have every right to hate me. Damn, I hate me. And now everytime I see you, I see the person I hate the most ... me." He said.

"Well, I haven't been making it easy on you. I sat back here making you work yourself to death. And, based on what you told me ... let's just say that body is officially yours now. When you look at me don't think of yourself. Just think of me as your new fat friend." I gave my belly a jiggle, and we both laughed.

"I just want you to know I didn't do this on purpose. And, I promise I will look for a solution. It's just been hard: juggling both jobs, practically getting a PhD on witchcraft and the occult, and dating Jess."

"What!... your still dating online girl."

"Oh ... yeah ... sorry," he said sheepishly. " It just ... since we're stuck for a while ... I thought ..."

"Say no more. Like I said it's your body. So... is it going good." I said feeling a little jealous.

"Yeah, it's been good ... but, we just had our first fight. I think that's why I just snapped at you. But, it will be fine. We're going to work it out. I feel like she is the one."

Maybe it was the weight off our shoulders, us reconnecting, or the passion I felt from the way he talked about love and friendship, but I leaned over and kissed him. He pushed me back. Shocked. "Dude ... just because I'm in your body doesn't mean I gay..." he said in response. I pulled away ashamed. He kept looking at me. His eyes showed that he still felt like he owned me. "Well ... I guess it would be more like masturbation, right." He convinced himself.

He continued to climb on me. My huge body acting as a water bed for his smaller frame. And that night we embraced in love. In that moment, I fully gave him my body and was no longer mad at him. And, he responded by showing how sorry he was. I loved feeling his strong arms struggling to hold as much of my fat body as possible. The sensation of my body jiggling as he rammed my fat ass was pure ecstasy. At the end, we laid next to each. Both of us trying to catch our breath.

"You know if you ever want to lose weight... I could help you out at the gym. Like you offered me that one time." Spencer said, as he became worried he might have just ruined the mood. I just laughed. He leans towards me and embraces as much of me as possible. We cuddled untill we fell asleep.

500 Followers!!

What!? That came out of nowhere! When I first started writing, I wouldn't have imagined 500 crazy people would have like my stories so much that they would wanna stick around for more.

It's crazy! I'm happy to have this chance to share my weird and wacky mind with all of you. And, I'm even happier that you all let me.

I feel bad that I didn't have anything special planned. But, I am, currently, in the middle of series. And, I promise to write more.

So, stay, relax, and enjoy becuase there is more to come.

Do you do any inanimate?

As of right now ... no. But, I do enjoy those types of stories, written by the other wonderful writers here on tumblr. I just don't feel like I have the proper mind set to tackle that subject, at the moment.

But, I am planning a swap/transformation fetish series where I will tackle every type of tf I could think of and twist them up, to let myself out of my comfort zone and experience new things. So there will be: fit to fat, fat to fit, age regression and progression, vore, inanimate, male pregnancy, man-beast hybrid, and others I am forgetting to mention.

I don't know when I'll start the series, It could be a long while though.

Monkey Business: Part 1 of 3

(Hello! Before you start reading I would like to shout out @outkast1728 here on tumblr. He has recommend and inspired me to write this series. This whole animalistic transformation is out of my writing comfort zone but hopefully I don’t disappoint)

I fuckin love myself! Ever since I changed, this is all I can fuckin think about, Bros. My strong arms and furry muscled bod, it’s such a fuckin change from my sad ass past life. And, I have to tell you all a fuckin about it. After all, with being this perfect, it would be an injustice to hide myself from the fuckin world.

Damn, I guess I’ll start from the beginning, Bros. The night I came into fuckin existence. I was Lewis. And he was a pathetically sad human being. From a young ass age he was totally alone, with no family. He had to fend for his fuckin self, living mostly on scraps. This is why he made it his damn goal to have a successful career and find love. By the age 24, he busted his ass into a successful career, but he still had fuckin problems. His harsh youth had stunted him, he didn’t have the love or resources for his bod to gain the nourishment it needed to receive the full effects of puberty. He was short and his muscle structure weak. His pathetic bod would never fully be able to build muscle, no matter how fuckin hard he tried. The one thing he did have was a fast metabolism, which would have left him stick thin if it wasn’t for his shit, I need to eat anything to survive, diet.

That night, Lewis came home fuckin defeated. His asshole of a date, from work, stood him up. – Damn just remembering all this, I feel sorry for this kid – He hated himself and his life.  He felt like shit, like he could never be loved. The one thing he did love was scrolling through the net looking at pictures of hot dudes. Imagining what it would be like to live their fuckin lives. He was in the middle of reading one of his swap stories, when a message alert popped on his screen.

“What if I told you that body swap stories are real?” The anonymous user posted. At this point Lewis didn’t know his fuckin life was going to change forever.  

Being in a lustful state from all the hot pictures he browsed, Lewis decided to play along, something he wouldn’t normally do. “I would absolutely love it.” Damn Lewis sounded like such a pussy.

“Will you let me change you into anything of my choice?”  The poster typed back instantly.

Believing it was role-play; Lewis excited to see what this user would turn into. “Yes … along as I’m hot” Hahaha ... was such a fuckin beta.

All of a fuckin sudden the screen turned into a fucking hypnotic spiral and started to suck the consciousness out of Lewis. Words started to flash on the screen. You no longer exist, you are my blank slate. You will be what I want you to be. That is when I was born. I had Lewis’ memories, but they weren’t mine. I didn’t know who I was or how to think. In the fuckin confusion, I was drawn to a vocal countdown coming from my computer. 5…4…3 it was a dude’s voice … 2 … 1. Wake Up! “How do you feel?” The voice said.

“I feel good … but I’m confused.” I respond still corrupted by Lewis’ pussy ass personality.

“Don’t worry we are not done yet, I wanted you to be awake to feel this experience.” He said before he continued to talk. “You like monkeys don’t you?”

A wave of thought pulsed through my mind, “Yeah they are my favorite animals.” I answered.“Interesting. I wonder if it’s because you look like one.” As he said that, a strange sensation filled my bod. It was like thousands of pins where beginning to stab their fuckin way out.” I looked as hair started to cover my once hairless bod, what fat I had melted away. While the hair fuckin grew and expanded its way through my bod, the voice spoke again “Wait aren’t you part monkey.” Pressure started to build at the base of my spine. The hair grew and became more fuckin fur-like; the only truly hairless parts of my bod were the base of my feet, palms of my hands, and upper part of my face. Fuck! The pleasure was unbelievable. My bod’s features becoming a mixture of human and monkey; I realized something behind me moved. It quickly wrapped around my arms and squeezed my weak ass bicep, making me jump. Then it quickly jumped off and the wrapped around my now flat ass stomach. I looked down to see this thick long hairy monkey tail. In just seconds, I gained control of it, making it rub against my bod. “You look sexy” the voice says. “It must be hard to control that monkey energy. That need to be the alpha, you must love showing your body off.”

My bod started to pulsate. Every pulse increasing my size. Filling my muscles with power. I am fucking hot. I’m perfect. My tails and hands rub my now beefy and muscled body. “Hello Logan, I’m Morphmaster. I chose you to fulfill my plans. But those can wait for now. First go live, and experience your new body.”

The screen goes black. I was left alone with my bod, as pheromones filled the room. The dank ass smell my bod gave off pumped me with energy. It made me fucking restless. I got to move. I got to fuckin work out. My new beefy ass bod needed to be used. I ran to the mirror to look at my bod in all its glory. My hot ass manly face looked back in a mixture of shock and pride. There was no one that could rival me.  

Shit, Bro I gotta fucking stop writing here for now. This is fuckin turning me on. I gotta go to work out and then see which wannabe gym alpha is going to receive my hybrid seed.

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