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The Ten-Millionth Like

As the new year rolled around, 24-year-old Martin was eager for a fresh start. While he had a laundry list of aspects of himself and his life that he longed to improve, the number one priority for him was to invest fully into his physical health. As such, when he was walking the streets of his Mexican town one day and noticed a promotion outside of a local gym advertising a special deal for new members, the man was quick to head inside and sign-up.

In the two months since signing up for that New Year’s deal, Martin had pushed aside his own anxieties and worked tirelessly in the gym to help reshape his body. While he was still in possession of a rather average physique as evident by the few areas of flab that remained on him, there were already clear results displayed as the man’s muscles looked just a smidge thicker. Since he hadn’t expected such prominent results already, Martin was understandably quite proud of himself already for his progress given the fact that he had never been one to really workout or be physically active growing up.

But despite his pride, the man knew that he couldn’t solely thank himself for his sudden prowess in the gym. Given the age of social media and the ability to easily search for assistance without having to pay exorbitant amounts for a personal trainer, places like YouTube and Instagram were able to easily help the man navigate his way to a rather consistent workout schedule to help him achieve his desired dream body. While there were certainly a slew of people that Martin looked into, there was no one that he looked up to more than Eric Janicki.

Not only was the man an absolute beast of bulk worthy of competing in bodybuilding competitions, but Eric was an absolute sweetheart and seemingly not as cocky as other fitness personalities like him. With all of these factors in mind, it wasn’t much of a surprise that Martin quickly fell in love with the hunk and his dorky personality. As such, Eric became Martin’s go-to account anytime he needed tips for his workouts and diets or just any sort of visual encouragement to do an intense gym session.

Since Martin had such an appreciation and crush for Eric, the man also shamelessly turned on notifications so he could be one of the first individuals to support the man’s Instagram posts. Given the fact that Martin had no real money to support the man via personal training sessions, the best he assumed that he could do was immediately like any post and jump straight into praising the man (or thirsting for him depending on just how horny he was). As Martin began to get himself ready to head out for an afternoon workout session, a ding from his phone notified him that Eric had just made a new post. Eager to showcase his usual form of appreciation, the man tapped onto the notification and allowed it to bring him straight to the brand new post. Before the video could even start playing, Martin had already quickly typed out a message of appreciation and posted a comment. Smiling to himself, the man finally double tapped on the post so he could go back to getting ready for his impending gym session.

But as soon as that logo of a white heart emerged in the center of the video, Martin’s entire body seized up. Fear quickly arose in the young man’s mind as he lost all control and found himself growing more and more disoriented the longer he stood upright. As much as he wanted to cry out for help or make his way over to a nearby chair, he remained completely stationary until the disorientating feelings grew too much to bear. Like a goat after being scared, the man suddenly felt himself falling backwards on his back of his heels until he tumbled down towards the ground. As soon as his head hit the ground in a resounding thwap, Martin fell straight into unconsciousness.

While he didn’t know how long he was out cold, the faint arrival of someone speaking was at least able to indicate to Martin that he at least hadn’t died. “Hey dude, are you ok?” the disembodied voice said, with clear emotions of shock and extreme concern expressed. Slowly but surely, the pain in the back of his skull slowly began to recede and as a result, he finally began to gingerly open his eyes. Looking straight up from the ground, his eyes couldn’t help but narrow at the sight of a smaller blond-haired man leaning down over him while continuing to ask if he’s ok. Still groggy, Martin could only extend a hand to get across the message of his desire to get back on his feet. Luckily the skittish man was quick to jump into action, grasping both hands around Martin’s outstretched hand and pulling him back up while uttering a deep groan.

Throughout his journey back to an upright standing position, Martin’s attention was fully trained on the arm he extended outwards. Somehow, the flesh of his arm was much lighter in shade, now seemingly in a lighter white shade in comparison to the rich and darker complexion that indicated his Mexican heritage. While that could have surely been just attributed to some sort of strange lighting, the sight of his arm’s bulkiness made it impossible to believe that this was all due to the lighting. The arm was incredibly wide all of the way from the hand up to the shoulder, as evident by the forearms that revealed intense vascularity all of the way up to a terrifying huge set of biceps. Was his body inflating and turning lighter in complexion due to some sort of allergy from the food he had prior to passing out? If so, he needed to get to the hospital immediately!

As if the universe was testing just how much shock the man could experience at once, the other man’s voice interrupted Martin as he looked down at himself and stared confusingly at the gray tank top he was now wearing. “Uh Eric, are you ok dude?” he said, which caused Martin to immediately lift his head up with a shocked expression on his face.

“Wha- who’s Eric? My name is Martin,” the man exclaimed, his sanity starting to finally break as he looked down at himself and started to hyperventilate. Nothing in the field of vision before him resembled his true self. He had seemingly changed ethnicities and lost all of his flab to become someone that resembled a real-life version of The Hulk (minus the green skin).

“Oh shit, I think you might have a concussion,” the other man stated, himself starting to hyperventilate as he frantically searched around and grabbed his cell phone. “Uh, stay right here bro,” he continued, “I’m gonna get a doctor to come and check you out!” Before Martin could even inquire further about what was going on, the other man had disappeared from the home gym and left Martin alone with his bulky body and frantic mind.

Everything about this scenario was so confusing to Martin, so much so that all he wanted now was answers. As such, he was eager to get out of this home gym and do his own sleuthing. So after leaning out and poking his head out of the doorway to verify that the other man wasn’t nearby still on the phone, Martin headed down the hallway in search of a bathroom. Upon opening the fourth door down, his first quest was finally fulfilled as he saw the familiar sight of a restroom. Rushing in, the man groaned in pain as the top of his forehead rammed against the top of the door frame. Given his former stature as a 5’6” man, it was quite unexpected to suddenly find himself tall enough to conk the head of his now 6’1” body against an entryway.

Regardless of the pain now throbbing at his forehead, Martin ducked his head underneath the door and finally entered the bathroom. Upon navigating his incredibly wide and bulky body into the tiny room, Martin turned to face the mirror and gasped at the discovery. Instead of his own body, he now found the vision of Eric Janicki reflected back at him! While it was surely a shock to become such a behemoth of a man, it also was quite erotic to realize that he was now in control of his biggest crush and gym inspiration. Although it was eerie to find no semblance to his former self in Eric’s own features, that fear quickly dissipated and turned into an observation that he adored. While he enjoyed his old features such as his big and round brown eyes, they paled in comparison to the gorgeous ice blue eyes that he now saw with. In fact, everything about Eric was better than Martin’s old self from his head all of the way down to his feet.

Eager to get a better look at every aspect of his new self, Martin took the opportunity to display his newfound strength by tearing the gray tank top to shreds while dropping his shorts down to the floor. Holy shit, Martin thought to himself as he got the once in a lifetime opportunity to see such a bulky physique in his reflection while also looking down. Eric’s pecs were incredible in the mirror, but they were even hotter due to just how far they jutted out when Martin looked down. Looking back up into the mirror, he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he took in his handsome model-like visage. Not surprisingly, the reflected gorgeous blue eyes immediately drew his attention, but other elements such as the trimmed facial hair and angular features of his nose and jawline became just as impactful.

Taking a moment to grab the phone that was hidden in the pocket of the crumpled-up shorts, Martin quickly unlocked the man’s phone and took the opportunity to document his first ever flexing session as a now 30-year-old buff bodybuilder-sized hunk. Although he himself didn’t have much knowledge about posing styles, the combination of both Eric’s own muscle memory and Martin’s own recollection of the man’s videos allowed him to seamlessly flex for the camera.

Even though he was more than turned on by the sight of Eric’s body, the dampness of Eric’s sweaty skin quickly caused Martin to veer into documenting something much more erotic. Lifting one arm up and over his head, Martin wasted no time shoving the strong and angular nose he now possessed right into his own armpit. Taking in the scent of Eric’s own body was like the sweetest drug to Martin, as evident based on the fact that he couldn’t convince himself to pull away and inhale the non-musky fresh air.

But as a ding from the man’s phone finally echoed through the bathroom, Martin finally pulled himself away from the trimmed armpit and checked the notification. Although he wasn’t going to originally go read the message, the snippet displayed to him instantly caught his attention. “I know you’re not the real Eric Jan-” it said, which immediately caused him to frantically tap on the notification and see what was going on.

With intense fear now written across his face, the man quickly read through the message to understand what was going on. “I know you’re not the real Eric Janicki. If you want to know what happened and also keep this body, respond to me ASAP,” it read, which caused Martin to take the opportunity to check out the account of the individual sending the message. Despite the threat of losing this body, Martin’s own curiosity couldn’t be contained as he checked the account and realized that it was an apparent mutual of Eric’s. As such, the man was even more curious about how this happened and how this woman knew about it.

“Uh hi, I’m here,” Martin typed out, cautiously approaching the situation due to not knowing whether the woman was a friend or a foe.

“Well hey there, congrats on being the lucky individual to swap bodies with Eric! 🥳” the response said, which only made Martin more confused.

“How do you know about that?” Martin boldly stated, opting to be upfront about it rather than skirting around the conversation. Clearly, they both knew what had happened so there was no point in trying to play coy about it.

As such, the woman wasted no time taking credit for the swap and stating that it was perfect revenge for her “narcissistic cunt of an ex”. Pressing further for more details, Martin was able to quickly learn that the woman is a novice witch who had concocted the ultimate revenge plan for Eric Janicki. According to her, the two of them had begun dating in high school and even went to the same college together. But as time went on, his focus shifted away from school and their relationship and solely onto his muscle growth and social media following. Before long, the two of them had split rather hostilely as she vowed to punish him for mistreating her and ignoring their relationship. Eager to get her revenge, the woman soon found herself invested in witchcraft and cast a spell that would swap him with the body of an individual who would verify his success. 

Unbeknownst to either of them, the interpretation of the spell made it so the swap was activated once Martin became responsible for Eric’s ten-millionth like on Instagram. In fact, the only reason why the woman was able to tell the swap occurred was due to the residual ripples of the magic utilized in the body swap.

While Martin was quite intrigued by the details revealed to him, this only made him more curious about what that meant for him. Now that she had swapped him with Eric, what would the woman want from him now? As such, the man posed such a question and found himself rather intrigued by the response.

“Oh, I want nothing from you,” she said. ”I just wanted to teach him a lesson and take him away from the body that he devoted all of his time to. Obviously, I can always swap you guys back if I want, but I have no real intention of doing that. As long as you’re not an asshole to people and just act like a good-natured guy, you’ll remain as Eric. But if you become egotistical about your new body and life, I won’t hesitate to swap you with someone else. Got it?”

While the woman seemed fairly nice and approachable once they had begun talking, the final threat of undergoing another body swap was quick to get Martin to agree to her terms. “Oh absolutely, you’ve got my word. I won’t be as shitty as he was, I promise!” Martin quickly fired back, which had seemingly convinced the woman enough as she told him goodbye for now while once again warning him about her keeping an eye on him.

Grabbing the phone and pulling back on a pair of shorts, Martin was quick to push aside his former life and just embrace his status as the one and only Eric Janicki. As such, the new Eric made his way out of the bathroom with a spring in his step. While the threat of the woman swapping his body with another random individual would continue to persist for the rest of his life, Eric vowed to not make the same mistakes as his predecessor. Unlike the former Eric, he wouldn’t allow fame and notoriety to get to his head. Instead, he was going to continue to focus solely on delivering content that inspires and assists people to become the best and buffest individuals they could possibly be.

Upon heading back into the home gym, Eric soon found himself running back into the young man who had discovered him on the ground. After being asked repeatedly whether he was ok, Eric stated that he had “never felt better” and was eager to get back into filming his content. Although there was some slight trepidation on the other man’s part about whether Eric was actually ok, he ultimately took the man’s word and grabbed onto a camera sitting on a bench. Quickly, the pieces began to be put together as Eric realized that the man was his personal videographer that helped him create content for his social media.

After taking a moment to accessorize his body with a headband, the formerly average Mexican man was eager to begin his first recorded workout as Eric Janicki. Although he was most certainly eager about everything, the presence of butterflies in his stomach suddenly emerged and grew in intensity just as the director counted down towards beginning the recording. Although it was slightly anxiety-inducing to be recorded front and center, his constant viewings of Eric’s content left him feeling rather relaxed as soon as the recording began.

“What is up guys, Eric Janicki back here with another workout today…” he stated, immediately doing the man’s signature intro with a flex. Although this was his first time ever performing on camera, the new Eric felt like he was a veteran at it. As soon as he got past the intro, the man was running like a well-oiled machine as he easily navigated through introducing each workout and demonstrating it for the viewer. Throughout the entire process, he couldn’t help but feel himself growing more and more turned on by just how easy it was for him. Not only that, but the longing stares of the director left Eric feeling even more encouraged (and turned on) to be the best he could possibly be.

Upon finishing up the recording, Eric was feeling incredibly sweaty and extremely horny. Based on the looks that the director was giving him, it clearly seemed as though he felt more than just adoration for Eric’s incredible physique. No, he definitely wanted to explore that physique rather intimately. So while the former Eric had a reputation of being a full-fledged straight man, the new Eric was more than willing to break out of that mold and thus began to make his move on the director.

This newfound confidence brought on by his new body was quite evident as it was only mere seconds before the two men were pulling each other out of their clothes. Eric was eager to demonstrate his strength and show-off for his director, easily tearing off the director’s shirt and pulling down the man’s underwear and shorts. Eager to lean in further towards his own personal kink of armpits, Eric was quick to shove the nerdy-looking man’s face deep into his pit to inhale that exhilarating sweaty odor for himself. As the man’s muffled moans and groans echoed through the home gym, both men were reaching peak horniness and thus demanded immediate release.

Pulling the man out of his armpit and into a passionate kiss, Eric was even more turned on because he could both taste and smell his own sweat on the man’s lips as they continued to make out. Before long though, the director had a wide smirk on his face as he eagerly presented his tight little bubble butt to his boss. Licking his lips and staring at the submissive director, Eric was more than eager to take advantage of it. So after lining up his python of a cock against the man’s tight asshole, Eric was quick to press deep within the man and fuck him with intense passion and vigor. As the two men both rushed towards euphoric highs, the room became filled with a cacophony of guttural moans and grunts until they both came in unison.

Upon pulling out the man’s ass and cleaning himself off, Eric Janicki was quite excited for the new lease on life he had been given. He wasn’t going to let the moments go to waste, and he sure as hell wasn’t going to allow himself to ever be taken away from this glorious new life and body!

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To Protect and Swap (Teaser)

After learning that his boss is retiring, hunky middle-aged officer James Peterson is willing to do whatever is necessary to be promoted to police chief. Unfortunately for him, a private meeting with the retiring chief doesn’t turn out as expected...

To his amusement, James hadn’t even made it to his desk on Monday morning before his assumptions about the promotion were proven to be true. Upon being stopped by his superior, the hunky officer was informed that Chief Price was expecting him up at his office for an important meeting to “discuss their futures”. Upon making his way across the busy office floor and greeting a few of his work friends, the man finally made his way to the chief’s office and knocked on the door. After hearing the gruff older voice telling him to come in, James obeyed the order and entered the room. 

Upon doing so and taking a seat on one side of a desk, James’ eyes found themselves observing his 78 year old police chief as he sat on the other side. Although the man clearly had respect for Chief Price, James was always relatively uncomfortable around his boss based on just how obese he was. With James being a solid 130 pounds with a relatively muscular physique, the fact that his boss was at least triple that was a lot for his fitness-centric mind to reconcile with. It was also clear that chief’s deskwork certainly didn’t help matters as he noticed a take-out container sitting on the edge of his desk and a fresh stain in the middle of his stretched out dress shirt.

Directing his head away from the man’s obese physique, James instead looked up to stare into the older man’s face. Although the chief’s visage looked completely normal, a closer look revealed that it was a bizarre mix of deep wrinkles and soft flab that caused his cheeks to be pudgy and a definition-less mass to be between his head and shoulders. Before he could focus more on his boss’ face though, James watched the man’s mouth begin to move and thus discontinued any thinking as he opted to instead listen. 

“So, let’s just cut to the chase alright. I’m retiring soon and I need to find a replacement before I leave. You’re not stupid, I’m sure that you know that everyone around here adores you and wants you to be my successor,” Chief Price began, his eyes narrowing underneath his gray and bushy eyebrows for a moment as he intensely studied James’ face. “Although I know that you and my staff all think that I’m this rude hardass, I’m not going to just simply ignore all of the high praise I hear about you. In fact, based on how well you’re received by both the department and the general public due to those little interviews you do, I actually share the same opinion about you.” 

Upon hearing this, James momentarily lost his breath as he awaited the final shoe to drop. Based on how Chief Price sat there for a moment with a devilish grin on his face, it was clear that he was purposely delaying the news. Luckily though, it didn’t take too much longer until he finally spoke and dropped his bombshell. “As such, I’d like to offer you the position of chief effective immediately. Are you willing to take on the sacrifices necessary for this position?”

Instantly, James’ heart began to race as the reality of the offer finally settled. Given how frantic his breathing was, it wasn’t surprising that his first few words came out as a stutter. “I- I’m h-honored chief. Of course I’d love to accept, this is the job of my dreams! I’m willing to do whatever is necessary for the betterment of our department.” 

As James finished speaking, Chief Price’s usual stoic expression shifted into a slight grin as he extended out a hand across the desk. “Now that’s what I love to hear, officer. Put it ‘ere and we’ll begin the transition process immediately!” 

With the role secured beyond a simple handshake, a wide smile emerged onto James’ face as he leaned forward in his seat and extended his arm out across the table. As soon as their hands met and were wrapped into a tight grip though, the officer’s smile began to suddenly falter as an intense tingle began to permeate through his palms. 

Looking up in confusion only caused further alarm as Chief Price’s expression had shifted from a friendly smile to a mischievous grin. Thrown off by this, James tried to pry his hand out of the handshake, but quickly found that the chief’s hand was essentially a death grip. Just as he began to flail about and muster up the courage to scream for help, the officer’s attempt was foiled as an intense shock suddenly permeated through his body. In an instant the pain caused his entire body to seize up, the officer suddenly grunting in response and closing his eyes as he wished for immediate relief...

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Patreon Summary (June & July ‘23)

Hello there everyone, hope everyone is doing well and are having a good summer so far. It seems like I forgot to do a post for June’s Patreon stories so get ready for a super-sized Patreon summary today! If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions.

Method Acting - The Obese Loner II

This vault story was originally released in March 2022 for the Clarke tier. After a year of exclusivity, it's now become a $5 story. I hope you enjoy this little blast from the past!

With Chris finding the perfect candidate to swap physiques with, he brings his old college friend back home with him for a romp in the sack to turn him into the obese man he longs to temporarily become. Unfortunately for Chris though, a severe attraction begins to form with the other man to the point where he quickly learns what other changes can occur after fooling around again after swapping physiques...

Tags: Muscle Theft, Weight Gain, Unintended Consequences

The Devil Works Hard, But S-C Productions Works Harder

This vault story was originally released in May 2022 for the Clarke tier. After a year of exclusivity, it's now become a $5 story. I hope you enjoy this little blast from the past!

Upon making the move into film and television production, S-C's company needs to find a way to handle some difficult actors who are causing delays to production. One of these actors is Lucifer's Tom Ellis. As such, they extend an offer to a 54-year-old divorced man that would allow him to swap into Tom Ellis to hopefully teach the actor a lesson in humility while also rewarding the older man for so many years of hard work.

Tags: Age Progression, Body Swap

Method Acting

After enduring two back-to-back flops, Marvel hunk Chris Evans finds his confidence shaken in regards to his acting abilities. Upon signing up for a new film project, the actor sets up a practice session with the production company to run through his lines. Unfortunately for him, S-C Productions has a funny way of helping Chris get into character...

Tags: Age Progression, Body Swap, Weight Gain, Actors

To Protect And Swap

Upon learning that his boss is retiring, hunky officer James Peterson is willing to do whatever is necessary to be promoted to police chief. Unfortunately for him, a private meeting with the retiring chief backfires as the chief realizes this desperation and makes an example out of his overzealous employee...

Tags: Age Progression, Body Swap, Weight Gain, Revenge

Working His Body(Suit)

Ever since his town gained a S-C Fitness, meek Martin had found himself desperate to be apart of the exclusive club in any way he could. A perfect opportunity soon presented itself in the form of a job opportunity as the gym's newest receptionist. Upon landing the job and coming in for his first day though, the young man soon learned that the company had quite the peculiar type of work uniform...

Tags: S-C Fitness, Bodysuit

Working His Body(Suit) II

After getting the job at his local S-C Fitness, Martin is shocked to find that his work uniform is actually a bodysuit of someone that looks to be a bodybuilder. Despite his reservations, the weak and average man's curiosity gets the best of him and he finds himself undressing and seeing what it's like to be so large and muscular...

Tags: S-C Fitness, Bodysuit, Muscle Growth

Just Like His Father II

After leaving a tense dinner with his father, Charlie Nelson unknowingly was turned into a hunky version of himself that was a cop due to a wish his father Paul made to have a son that followed in his footsteps. Luckily, a slap after an unsuccessful flirting session caused the spell that Charlie's mind was under to break and allow him to grow awareness of what had occurred to him. Desperate to go back to his old body, he makes his way back to the restaurant to confront his father. Unfortunately for Charlie, Paul was willing to do whatever it took to make sure that he got his ideal son.

Note - Given how long it has been between parts in this series, I've added part one to this document in case anyone needs a refresher. I hope everyone enjoys!

Tags: Muscle Growth, Reality Shift, Mental Changes, Gaslighting

Just Like His Father III

After successfully gaslighting his son Charlie into believing that he's always been a handsome and muscular man, Paul continues to try altering the new man's personality to become his ideal police officer son in both mind and body. Unfortunately for him, a random woman interrupts them and Charlie begins flirting with her. In hopes of impressing her, the man begins to say things that aren't true in the slightest, causing him to unknowingly begin changing his life in more extreme ways than what Paul had originally intended...

Given how long this trilogy ended up being (over 18k words), I've compiled it all in one document for easy reading!

Tags: Muscle Growth, Reality Shift, Mental Changes, Gaslighting, Unintended Consequences

Marvelous Mescal

Fresh off of his Oscar nomination, Irish actor Paul Mescal found himself flooded with offers from movie studios looking to have him star in their next film. Despite his reservations due to how thin and lithe he was, his team convinces him to take a meeting with Marvel Studios. Unfortunately for Paul, they refuse to take no for an answer at the end of the meeting. Instead, the studio forcefully gives him the superhero physique that most men could only dream of...

Tags: Muscle Growth, Muscle Theft, Actors

The Birthday Wish

This story was written a few years ago as a special birthday gift for @bizzhideaway​, but I decided to post it publicly just in time to celebrate another birthday of his. 

As Bryce arrived home from a belated birthday celebration with some friends, the 5’11” man was understandably confused by the large birthday cake sitting on his front doorstep. While he certainly didn’t mind getting any late birthday gifts, Bryce was unsure who could have been responsible for the cake. He had just spent the evening out with his entire friend group, so the identity behind the mysterious cake only confused the man further. 

But as he grabbed the cake and unlocked his door, he soon found some relief in a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Upon setting the cake down on his counter, the recently turned 37-year-old was quick to snatch the envelope and pull out the card within it. “Here’s to a life-changing birthday Bryce! Make sure that you make a wish, you never know if it could come true… ;)” the card read, signed off with the name Nate, which caused Bryce to finally connect some dots. For days now, his online friend Nate had vowed to send him a birthday gift, but given his friend’s scatterbrained mind, Bryce hadn’t really expected anything to come from his friend given the fact that he had lived on the other side of the country. But while Bryce thought it was sweet that his online friend had found the time to send him a gift, he found himself now having more questions rather than answers, with the main one being in regards to how Nate was able to find out Bryce’s address. 

While he was certainly planning on asking all of his questions to his friend as soon as he got back onto his computer, there was a perfectly good cake demanding his attention and he was not willing to wait a second longer! So as he quickly flicked on the TV in his living room and switched the channel to ESPN to catch up on the highlights of the day, the man searched around his kitchen for a lighter. Giving a smile to himself after finding one, the man finally began to light the numbered candles as he watched the game highlights and tried to figure out his perfect wish. 

To Bryce’s both relief and joy, the TV revealed that one of his favorite teams (the Los Angeles Rams) had an impressive game, beating the New York Giants by an incredibly wide margin. Although there were many hunks in the NFL, Bryce constantly found himself impressed by (and jealous of) all of the hotness in the Rams locker room. Not only did the team have some of the man’s biggest athletic crushes, such as Cooper Kupp and Aaron Donald, but the team was led by his favorite head coach Sean McVay. 

While there were some clear differences between himself and Sean, Bryce loved most of all the fact that he was now the same age as his favorite coach. At 37 years old, Sean was in peak physical form while leading the Rams to be a strong contender in the NFC West division. Sure, all of the money and the respect he inherited from the position was admirable and something Bryce longed for himself, but none of that compared to the man’s impressive body. 

With a strong nose and stubble that seemed to be permanently stuck in a 5 o’clock shadow, Sean had an impressive visage that was often the cause of many fantasies that Bryce had after watching the coach’s press conferences and interviews. But not only was the man’s face impressive as his entire body was well-maintained as well. His abs remained quite prominent on his aged frame and even his pectorals and biceps seemed incredibly youthful on Sean’s body. With a physique like that, it was no wonder that the man was able to get an equally gorgeous Ukrainian fiancé! 

Thinking about all of Sean’s hunky features along with his general attraction towards Aaron and Cooper, Bryce quickly knew what he wanted his wish to be. While he had spent most of his other birthday wishes on serious things like wishing to have a vacation away from work and going on a great hike, Bryce figured he could at least make one joke wish for his own enjoyment. He knew that none of the wishes would come true anyway, so why would it matter if he spent this one on something impossible? With his mind made up, Bryce finally began to state his wish aloud. “I wish I was a part of the Los Angeles Rams,” the man said, closing his eyes as he took a big inhale of air. After waiting a few seconds, the man finally began to exhale and let the warm air blow out his candles so he could finally eat some cake and relax on the couch. 

However, as soon as Bryce exhaled, an ear-splitting mix of loud voices began to permeate through the man’s residence. Opening his eyes to figure out what was going on, the man’s face went agape as he suddenly found himself surrounded by men either completely shirtless or clad in football gear. In his shock, the man understandably looked around the room to try and figure out where he was and how he got there. But as he saw the Rams logo and the various jerseys of the players popping up in his vision, Bryce soon began to realize that the impossible had occurred: his dream had come true! 

Looking down to check out the reasoning behind the weight settled on his forearms, Bryce was greeted to the sight of a large cake celebrating the team’s win against the Giants. Luckily before he could drop it due to the pure shock of the situation, the cake was quickly plucked from his arms by some assistant coaches so they could cut some pieces and feed the hungry and rowdy hunks. Still in a pure state of disbelief, Bryce took the opportunity to move towards the corner of the locker room so he could try to wrap his head around what was going on. 

As he looked down and caught sight of his arms, it was immediately clear to the man that he wasn’t in his real body. There was a tightness and an inner power coursing through his body that he could immediately identify any time he did something as simple as scratching his upper arms or any other nervous tic he had. Due to this understanding, Bryce then decided to try to deduce the person whose body he is currently inhabiting. So, one-by-one, the transformed man began to do a mental roll call of who he saw in front of him to narrow down the roster. 

Continuing to stare as a mob of people flooded the middle of the locker room to pick up some cake, Bryce narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any familiar faces. He saw the Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford making small talk with the burly hunk Aaron Donald, which had actually made him feel a bit bummed about not being in his impressively buff body. But even through the sadness, just the sight of the man was enough to elicit a physical response in Bryce’s new body as his dick began to rise and press against the fabric of the pants he was now wearing. Scanning through the crowd further, he finally noticed Cooper Kupp’s blond hair standing out against the sea of blue and yellow helmets of players eager to get cake. With so many potential candidates slimmed down to next to no one in the roster, Bryce was able to quickly figure out who he was now: he was in the body of Sean McVay. 

As if on cue, Cooper approached Bryce before saying a simple “Here you go Coach” and handing him a plate of cake with a smile on his face. It was insane to think that he was now just fully in control of McVay’s body, especially since it was someone who he had thirsted over for so many years and someone who clearly had the respect of the team’s star wide receiver. After thanking the blond-haired hunk, the new head coach awkwardly made his way out of the populated locker room and towards the office connected to it. Upon pulling the door of Sean’s office shut and closing the blinds, Bryce began to try to wrap his head around the situation once more. 

Pacing around the room in a hectic mental state, Bryce tried to understand how this was possible. All he did was make a wish on that cake from Nate… the cake that had a card telling him to make sure he made a wish! Was it possible that his friend somehow had caused this? If it really happened, what exactly did Nate do to him? Was this just a simple body swap or did Bryce just fully become Sean McVay to the point where his original identity was removed from this universe? If it was a real body swap though, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder how the real Sean was dealing with being in his body… 

Stopping while being deep in thought, Bryce soon found his attention shifting as he caught sight of a mirror hanging on the wall of Sean’s office. Moving towards it and leaning in, Bryce was understandably excited and turned on by what he saw since it only confirmed what he had already known: he was truly Sean McVay! With glee, he ran his thicker and wider hands along his face as he studied and marveled the new features he possessed. As he flashed a smile and chuckled to himself, Bryce was clearly impressed by the pure white set of teeth that were now being shown off. While he certainly loved his old body, he couldn’t deny that being Sean was an absolute dream come true! 

Feeling eager to check himself out further, Bryce peeled himself out of the coach’s blue Rams shirt and stared in amazement at his impressive new physique. For years, he had tried to get a physique similar to what Sean possessed, but no matter how hard he worked out or dieted, Bryce found himself unable to gain the same type of meaty pecs and defined abdominals that were proudly displayed on Sean’s body. As he cupped the muscles that were his new biceps and smirked at just how strong he now was, his new manhood was clearly enjoying the show as well and eager for him to give it some form of release. “Fuck, you’re one sexy hunk,” Bryce purred, his new somewhat raspy voice clearly furthering the throbbing in the man’s dick. 

But as he moved towards the window and peeked through the blinds, he couldn’t help but allow himself to start thirsting over these players he had crushed on. Aaron was now shirtless and walking around the somewhat-emptying locker room, showing off that wide and strong physique of his. While Cooper clearly wasn’t as built and defined as Aaron, the sight of his perky ass and strong quad muscles was still quite enough to get the new head coach riled up and eager to experiment with the players. Although he knew that Sean was engaged to a woman, Bryce was absolutely willing to risk it all to get some more alone time with his favorite players. Maybe he could get them to stay back after everyone else leaves and they could continue the post-game celebration in the team sauna… 

“Hey coach, the press is waiting for you!” a disembodied voice says, interrupting Bryce from his kinky train of thought. 

Turning to the side to stare at the smaller assistant coach, Bryce was understandably flustered and unsure of how to explain why the head coach was suddenly shirtless and staring through the blinds of his office. “Thanks, I’ll head out there soon…” Bryce awkwardly said, which was enough to get the assistant coach to leave so Bryce could figure out what to do. While the previous incidents of thinking about what to do had caused intense mental quandaries, this time was quite simple for the man. There was only one thing for him to do now: be Sean McVay. While he didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, Bryce wasn’t willing to waste any more time overthinking about what’s going to happen. He was going to live in the moment and be Sean McVay both physically and mentally. So, with a pep in his step, the man quickly pulled on his t-shirt while staring into the mirror one last time (at least for the next hour or so until he could better check himself out). 

Admiring himself was quite the vain thing to do, but as Bryce flexed and watched his biceps strain against the fabric of his sleeves and his pectorals proudly jut out from his chest, he couldn’t blame himself for such vanity! He was an absolute hunk in every way, and as a result, he was willing to let all of his previous reservations fall to the wayside and embrace his new identity. As Sean McVay, he was going to put in intense amounts of effort to help train these players to be the best they could be. There was an inner drive building up in the man, so much so that he was now beginning to think about just how great it would be to add a Super Bowl ring to his jewelry collection. Hell, with such an impressive ring like that on his fingers, he may have a reason to repaint his nails to be a lighter shade of blue to match the team’s colors next season. With the clarity of being a hunky coach, Bryce knew that there was nothing wrong with being proud of his team and showcasing his admiration for the team in any way he wanted (even if it could be viewed as “feminine”). He was in the body of one of the manliest men he’d ever seen, so he knew that he could easily get away with anything given his impressive build and intimidating appearance. 

With a wide grin permanently spread across his gorgeous face, the new Sean McVay made his way out of the office and allowed the other coaches to lead the way towards the post-game press conference. He certainly had a lot to brag about now, and due to this, he was eternally grateful for the new life he had been gifted from his friend.

Patreon Summary (August - October '23)

Hey there everyone, here's a summary of the stuff I've released on Patreon over the last few months. Apologies for the delay in posting them, my life has been super hectic because of mental health reasons on top of looking for a new job and doing grad school applications! 

If any of the following stories intrigue you, please feel free to click on the title so you can sign up for the appropriate tier to read it! I’d love to have you join my Patreon and my Discord community, where you can view exclusive photo captions every month.

To Protect and Swap

Upon learning that his boss is retiring, hunky officer James Peterson is willing to do whatever is necessary to be promoted to police chief. Unfortunately for him, a private meeting with the retiring chief backfires as the chief realizes this desperation and makes an example out of his overzealous employee... Tags: Body Swap, Age Progression, Humiliation, Revenge, Weight Gain

Resident Evil: Persona

After getting his hands on an early version of the newest Resident Evil game, Henry is eager to play the game immediately. He soon regrets this plan though as he finds himself sucked into the game and forced to portray one of the hunky main characters. Tags: Fan Fiction, Muscle Growth, Possession

Working His Body(Suit) [Complete Five-Part Series]

In this over 11,000 word series, Martin is shocked when he gets a job at his local S-C Fitness and finds that his costume is a fully functional bodysuit of a professional bodysuit. As he starts his first day on the job, the man learns about his new physique while also getting the hang of his new job as a front desk clerk and trainer. When the mental changes of the bodysuit start to turn him into a cocky himbo though, the man's greatest fantasies come to life as he seduces his hunky co-worker. Tags: Bodysuit, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Smut

Vault Story: A Change of Pace

Evan, a transformation writer, begins to develop a sudden thirst for a twinky TikTok track star. Unable to resist his own desires, he finds himself willing to try anything so he could experience the twink's body for himself... Tags: Possession, Twinkification

Vault Story: Intercepted!

This 6.8k word story is a revamp / alternate take of a Tumblr story that I wrote back in 2021 involving hunky football players Mitch Trubisky and Josh Allen. To read the original story, click here for part one and here for part two. Unlike that story, this variation has a twisted final ending that punishes Mitch for his devious attempt at stealing Josh's body and career. Tags: Body Swap, Unintended Consequences, Age Progression, Athlete

Vault Story: Jurassic World: Owen's Solo Mission

Set in between the events of Fallen Kingdom and Dominion, Owen Grady is trying to find a way to keep himself and his new family of Claire and Maisie safe. When a mysterious note appears on his doorstep offering assistance in helping protect them, Owen secretly heads out to meet with the sender. Upon arriving to the address though, Owen is shocked when he finds himself face-to-face with a thought-to-be dead Benjamin Lockwood. Even worse, the elderly Benjamin is eager to dish out some revenge on Owen for taking his granddaughter away from him! Tags: Fan Fiction, Body Swap, Age Progression

The Do-Over

Upon waking up on his birthday, 29-year-old Arthur Saunders discovers a bizarre gift on his doorstep promising to give him a do-over in his life. Assuming that this was a gag gift left by one of his friends, the man opts to press the button and have his life is randomized. As a result, the nerdy and average teacher suddenly finds himself with the hunkiest body and simplest life imaginable... Tags: Muscle Growth, Reality Change, Shapeshift

Mac Jones' Revenge

To commemorate the start of this year's NFL season, here's a sequel story that follows the events of Under Mac Jones' Control. After momentarily falling victim to quarterback Mac Jones' hypnosis powers, defensive lineman Nick Bosa has found himself stuck as the man's newest best friend. Upon being tasked with picking up hunky football star TJ Watt and bringing him to Mac's mansion, Nick learns that the quarterback has another evil plan brewing to get revenge on all of the football players who had ever ridiculed him... Tags: Hypnosis, Twinkificiation, Muscle Theft, Straight To Gay

Putting The Fear In McPherson

After a terrible new season, Cincinnati Bengals kicker Evan McPherson finds himself on the verge of being fired. But with a pregnant wife waiting for him at home, the man is willing to do anything he can to stay on the team. Luckily, there's someone on the coaching staff who has the perfect way to make sure he stays useful to the team... Note: Midjourney has been used to make photos that will hopefully help visualize Evan's transformation. Tags: Muscle Growth, Weight Gain, Reality Shift

Home Improvement

Hey there everyone! In hopes of trying to convince more people to join my Patreon, I wanted to go ahead and post one of my favorite stories I've written onto Tumblr. If you're a fan of it, please feel free to click here to join because I love to occasionally dabble into stories like these...

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As Timothy made his way into his bathroom to take a shower, there was an obvious sense of annoyance spread across his face in the form of a deep frown. Although he had just graduated early from college and returned home six months prior, his nosy and rather controlling parents were eager for him to either move back out or get a high-paying job so they could charge him for rent and utilities. Due to his parents’ persistence, the man wasn’t allowed the opportunity of having a break and just relaxing for a few months after four years of intense engineering courses. Instead, he was forced to immediately begin looking for a job.

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This job search began just a week after Timothy had finally packed up his belongings and moved back home to his rural Midwestern town. During one of the days where he was forced to help run some errands with his father, Timothy found himself in a local hardware and general shop that had a help wanted sign taped to the front window. Of course, as soon as Timothy’s father got his desired items and reached the cash register, he couldn’t resist inquiring about the help wanted sign. As the bulky corn-fed cashier gruffly told them about their need for a new cashier, Timothy immediately tensed up as he knew what was going to happen next. Just as he had expected, his father immediately pushed the meek blonde-haired man closer to the counter while talking about how his son was in need of a job after graduating.

Upon hearing this, the cashier called up a manager to talk with Timothy as he finished ringing up the items that his father was purchasing. Before he knew it, Timothy had been taken to a backroom, finished an interview with the manager, secured the position, and even been given a start date that was in just 3 days.

As he walked out to his dad’s car to share the news, Timothy tried to mentally prepare himself for the impending disagreement with his highly argumentative father. Given the fact that he had no “manly” pastimes like manual labor, he would literally be a fish out of water if he was forced to work at the hardware store. But no matter how hard he tried to explain this fact, Timothy found his father unwilling to budge on the prospect of a new job. In fact, his father even gave him an ultimatum - take the job and work there or move out and live elsewhere. Knowing that his closest living relatives were his redneck grandparents that lived down in Kentucky, this left the openly gay man with little to no options. In fact, as Timothy slowly nodded his head and agreed to take the job, his father stated the same thing to him while taking the opportunity to make a few jabs at his son’s sexuality.

“No offense kid, but it would be nice for you to become a bit more manly from this job. I mean, it’s no wonder you can’t ever find yourself a boyfriend when you’d rather play video games and mess around with Legos,” his father said with a hearty chuckle, finally putting the car into drive and allowing Timothy to escape his brand new personal hell (at least for those next 3 days).

However, by June, Timothy hadn’t learned to become more of a man’s man from working at the hardware store. Inversely, it had only reaffirmed his raging homosexuality as he found himself constantly thirsting over the hunky clientele that ranged from hot burly dads to hunky construction workers that stopped in to replenish their materials on occasion. As he stood at the register and watched as the men lifted their heavy items up from their carts and onto the counter, Timothy was constantly enamored by how their biceps and pectorals bulged against their too-tight shirts along with the slight reveal of their hairy stomachs as they lifted the items up high enough to reach the counter.

Due to the constant flexing sessions that he was always witnessing, the pale man was constantly thankful for the counter that helped conceal his near-constant boners. Given the fact that he was in an extremely conservative town in the Midwest, it seemed likely that this would be the closest he’d get to any real and personal intimacy with a man (at least without the high risk of being hate-crimed) until he saved up enough money to move out and jump into the next phase of schooling for his electrical engineering career.

Although it wasn’t surprising that being back in this rural town was impactful to the man’s confidence in terms of his sexuality, Timothy was quite certainly shocked by how detrimental returning home was to his mental health. In fact, it had gotten to the point where he was so depressed that he found himself wishing at night that he could no longer have to fear showing love and affection towards men.

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Watching as steam finally began to rise up above the shower curtain, Timothy finally stopped himself from traveling down memory lane. He only had 45 minutes to finish getting ready and eat some food before his shift started, so he definitely needed to get in and out of the shower as quickly as possible. As such, the man quickly pulled off his shirt, shorts, and underwear until he was completely nude. Taking a moment though, he opted to take one look at himself in the bathroom mirror and observe his features.

Much like every other day though, as soon as his eyes stared into his reflection, he was quite unimpressed by what he saw. Not only was his body lacking in any form of muscle definition, but his pale complexion made him look even more frail and weak. Despite having a gorgeous set of light blue eyes, they were not appealing enough to compensate for the man’s patchy facial hair, bulbous nose, and crooked teeth. Continuing down his body, he immediately cringed as he stared at his definition-less chest and saw the thick patch of brown chest hair that stuck out like a sore thumb on his body. Although it was incredibly unattractive, Timothy couldn’t bring himself to shave it off as he believed that he would look practically invisible without that hair to bring in a much needed pop of color.

Even though he was disappointed with the vast majority of his body though, there was one part that he wasn’t ashamed of - his cock. Looking down, he stared at his 5” flaccid cock and couldn’t resist allowing a slight smile to form on his face. While this was certainly an impressive feat for the blonde twink to have, it was even more hot to him when thinking about how long and girthy it got once he was hard. This was yet another reason why he was thankful for the cubby hole that was underneath the counter at work, as it was able to easily conceal the 9” cock that would proudly jut out of his pants no matter how hard he tried to conceal it.

Although this was certainly an impressive thing in Timothy’s eyes and something that he was actually happy about, the concept of having a long cock was quite the double-edged sword. Given the impressive size, he was quite a hit on Grindr while he was in college, but by the time Timothy would send the desired selfie to the person interested in hooking up, the conversation would immediately die and he’d end up spending yet another night alone. As he took a moment to observe it for one more moment, he silently wished for the opportunity to finally lose his virginity before entering the shower and preparing for the inevitably boring shift he was going to have.

After finally finishing up, putting his uniform on, and getting a quick bite to eat, Timothy finally made his way out of the house and drove to his workplace. Luckily enough, he had a few minutes to spare and thus opted to try and hype himself up by blasting some loud pop music in his car to try and keep his energy up. The store was a black hole of Timothy’s positivity, especially due to the gross fluorescent lighting and the near constant country music that played through the store’s speaker system. But as he checked his watch and saw that he only had two minutes to spare, the man finally turned off his car and made the agonizing yet short trek into his personal hell for the next 6 hours.

For the next two hours, Timothy’s pop song pick-me-up did little to save him from becoming miserable almost immediately. The clientele for the majority of the shift so far had been older elderly couples that had purchased a few items and then loved to complain to Timothy about “his lazy generation”, so it was safe to say that he was understandably ready to go home already. But luckily, Timothy was able to get some much needed eye candy shortly after passing the two hour mark as a shaggy haired blonde jock came into the store. Immediately upon hearing the man’s dopey and dim-witted voice ask for directions towards the clothing section, the cashier’s cock rose to attention as Timothy smiled and pointed him in the proper direction.

Upon hearing the jock thank him and refer to him as “bro”, it wasn’t a surprise that Timothy’s cock almost immediately began to dribble out pre-cum for the next 20 minutes while he continued to observe him in between customers. This also wasn’t helped by the fact that the jock decided that he wasn’t interested in using the store’s dressing room and instead peeled off his shirt to show off his ripped torso while trying out a series of tank tops. Although he could have watched the man change for hours, the sudden clearing of a throat near him caused Timothy to finally turn back towards the checkout lane.

Immediately, he found himself staring face-to-face with a striking woman. Although he had no interest in her due to the fact that she wasn’t a man, Timothy could easily notice how gorgeous the woman was due to her long and wavy brunette hair, impressive makeup that allowed her eyes to look incredibly doe-eyed, and a curvy figure that was struggling to stay within the confines of a tight flower-patterned sundress.

“Oh hello there,” Timothy said, attempting to hide his blushing towards the stripping jock with a wide smile. Looking down, he watched as the woman placed her basket of items onto the countertop and flashed back a bright white smile towards the cashier.

“Hi there. I was wondering if you’d be able to help me make sure I’m getting the right stuff,” she said, her voice in an incredibly cheerful tone that immediately caused Timothy to not feel so dour.

“Uh, I’m not really the best person to ask about this stuff, but I can try my best to help you out I guess,” Timothy said, that wide smile shrinking into a smaller one as he leaned down towards the basket and pulled the items out. In doing so, he found himself staring at a bucket of screws, a few common tools, and a large handheld drill.

“Oh that’s ok, my husband sent me a list of things to get. I just want someone to make sure I’m not misreading anything,” the woman responded, pulling her phone out of her purse and beginning to unlock it.

In hopes of trying to make some small talk and allow the time to pass a bit faster, Timothy found himself trying to engage in more conversation as she scrolled through her text messages. “So, what are you doing with all of this stuff,” he inquired, looking up from the counter and towards the woman.

“Well, my husband’s been wanting to create a back patio and deck for our house for a few years now. So now that he’s got a huge increase in customers at his business, he finally decided that he was going to make it over the summer. His goal is to finish it by the 4th of July, but I honestly don’t know if he’ll finish it in time,” she said, finishing her sentence with a light chuckle that only made her seem more bubbly in Timothy’s eyes.

“Ah nice, that’s cool. My parents have a back patio at their house and it’s really nice,” he responded, his tone growing increasingly chipper with each exchange they had between each other. “You said your husband got a huge increase in customers at his business right? If you don’t mind me asking, what does he do,” he further inquired, his still-horny mind from the shirtless jock dude making him eager to paint a mental portrait of this mysterious handyman husband.

“Oh no, it’s totally fine. He’s a personal trainer, he runs a business out of the local gym here and also through Instagram and stuff. I guess you could say he’s a bit of an influencer, but not really since he’s terrible with technology,” she continued, flashing a wide smile that once again made Timothy’s workplace not feel so drab and boring for the moment.

Upon hearing the concept of her husband being a personal trainer, Timothy was back to being rock hard from underneath the counter. Letting his mind run wild, he envisioned the most attractive and muscular man possible, thinking about how great it must be to be with someone like that. In many ways, Timothy was jealous of the woman, but he was also happy for her due to her seeming like a nice down-to-earth lady.

“Ah here it is,” the woman cheerfully said, breaking the horny gay man out of his inner thirsting as she handed the phone over to Timothy to show him the text. Taking his time, the man slowly checked and verified that each item that the woman had grabbed was correct. But as he did so, he also took the opportunity to scan through the messages that he had sent both prior and after the list text. From doing this, he was able to find out the hunky man’s name: Liam.

Just as Timothy was able to finally gather that information about the man’s name, the woman’s phone suddenly buzzed as a text message came through. At that instant, the phone automatically pulled Timothy down to the most recent message, which was a brand new text from Liam that he couldn’t resist reading.

Liam: Hey babe, just got done at the gym. Gonna wash up and head home. I’ve been thinking about you during my entire pump… 🍆

Right after he finished reading that message, the phone once again vibrated as a brand new image suddenly appeared and allowed Timothy to see what the woman’s husband looked like.

Given the reveal, Timothy felt his dick throb from underneath the counter as his dirty mind envisioned the hunky tattooed man fucking the giddy and cheerful woman in an extremely dominant fashion. Apparently, this vision was able to elicit a shift in Timothy's expression as the woman curiously asked what was wrong.

Breaking himself out of that horny mindset, the man was understandably flustered about how to respond. “I- um, your uh, husband sent you a message,” Timothy stammered out, handing the phone back to the woman and allowing her to gasp and blush before closing the phone and tucking it back into her purse. “But uh, those are all of the correct items he asked for. So yeah, we can go ahead and get you checked out,” he continued, attempting to change the subject while trying to get his cheeks to no longer look flush.

Upon finishing ringing up the items, Timothy quickly announced the total and proceeded to the payment phase as the woman, equally bashful, inserted her card and entered her PIN code. While this was going on, the pale gay man’s mind was going wild with continued visions of Liam completely nude. But instead of envisioning him with the brunette woman, Timothy had instead inserted himself into the visions, allowing the hunk to easily seduce and fuck his tiny ass while making Timothy worship his muscles.

As the payment went through and the receipt finally began to print, there was one lingering thought that was running through the cashier’s head. I would literally do anything to have a life with a guy like that. They seem so genuinely happy and in love with each other, why can’t I ever have something like that for myself? But as he saw another customer finally begin to join the line, Timothy forced himself to push aside that thought. Quickly grabbing onto the receipt, the man extended it outwards for the woman to grab as he told her to have a great day. But as soon as she gripped onto the receipt, Timothy’s vision went completely dark and he seemed to be enveloped into nothingness.

Out of nowhere though, an all-too familiar voice suddenly was picked up on and made Timothy feel confused. “Excuse me ma’am, you dropped your receipt,” he heard, which caused himself to finally return to consciousness and open his eyes. Upon doing so, the man audibly gasped as he found himself standing at the other side of the counter and staring at his own body.

“Wha, what’s going on?” he said, his voice wavering as he began to hyperventilate in complete shock. Why does my voice feel weird and sound incredibly soft? As he felt a slight weight tugging against his left elbow, Timothy darted his eyes downward, which caused him to suddenly see a light pink purse hanging from it. Beginning to piece things together, the man quickly looked around further, taking note of the thin and flowy sundress he was now wearing, the perky and sizable breasts that were threatening to spill out of that aforementioned sundress, and the long wavy hair that kept falling into his face every time he leaned downwards. He had somehow swapped bodies with the female customer!

Although he was understandably confused by what was going on, that confusion was further elevated as he found that the woman who had swapped bodies with him seemed unaware of anything that had happened to him. In fact, Timothy’s usual pessimistic and dour mood was on full display as if she was the real version!

“Uh nothing is going on lady. You bought your items and then dropped your receipt before spazzing out for no reason. I’ve got a bit of a line forming, so I’m gonna have to ask you to move aside so I can start helping others,” the woman-turned-cashier coldly said, immediately telling the next customer to move forward so “he” could begin scanning them.

In complete shock, Timothy gripped onto the three bags that the woman had purchased and sort of slowly moved away from the register. Throughout the few strides he made towards an empty section near the front of the store, Timothy found himself immediately stumbling due his new footwear: a pair of white platform wedge sandals. While it seemed as though the woman had naturally adapted to believing like she was a man and acting like the real Timothy, the brand new married woman hadn’t been afforded the same luxury.

Due to this, Timothy found himself curious and somewhat eager to get more acquainted with his new form and thus decided to head towards the bathrooms inside the store. Although he almost nearly ran into the men’s restroom, he was able to successfully stop himself before trouble ensued and head towards the women’s restroom. Upon making sure that no one else was in the restroom, he locked the door behind him and set down the bags of items against one of the walls. Upon doing so, the man gingerly made his way towards the mirror and watched in awe as the woman’s curvy figure and gorgeous face were reflected back at him. No matter how hard he tried to pinch himself (and his new dainty and hairless arms) in hopes of discovering this to be some strange dream, the desired result didn’t occur for the incredibly confused man.

So for several minutes, Timothy playfully tested out his new body in a multitude of ways. He expressed countless emotions to see how they manifested onto the cute face of a woman and took note of how annoying long hair could be despite enjoying running his fingers through the wavy brunette locks. Due to his more curvy figure as well, he couldn’t resist running his hands up his dress and squeezing his large breasts and pillowy ass cheeks to adapt to his new hourglass figure. Upon doing this, the man grew curious further and decided to experiment by breaking into a jog in place to feel the sensations he would now be forced to get used to. Although it was certainly not great to feel such strange areas of heft in comparison to his skinny and frail body, Timothy believed that he could most certainly get used to it in time as he spent more and more time as a member of the opposite sex. 

Before he could dive further into exploring his new form though, a sudden vibration emerged in Timothy’s new purse. Unzipping it, he pulled the purse lips open and reached in with his well-manicured pink nails. As they finally grazed against the woman’s cell phone, he gripped onto it and pulled it out. Clicking on the power button, he watched as the home screen informed him of a brand new text from Liam. Although he had no idea what the woman’s passcode was, FaceID came to the rescue as he was granted access to his new phone and quickly opened up the new text message.

Liam: Hey babe, is everything ok? You read the message but never responded.

Although he knew that he was talking about his wife, Timothy’s heart couldn’t resist fluttering upon realizing that Liam was now talking about him. As such, he was quick to fire off a message to try and explain the delay

Timothy: Yeah, sorry about that. I was dealing with some issues at the hardware store.

Liam: Oh ok, do I need to come down there?

Upon envisioning the concept of the hunky personal trainer coming to his rescue, Timothy would have surely been rocking a thick and throbbing boner. But now that he was a woman, this sensation was now a deep tingling from the inner depths of his crotch. Giddy at the attention from his new husband, instant flirtation immediately came to his mind that quickly translated into text.

Timothy: No, but I certainly wouldn’t be mad at seeing you sooner rather than later.. 👀

Although he wasn’t intending on beginning a sexting exchange with his new husband, Timothy’s words seemingly spurred Liam into action as Timothy soon found his phone bombarded by a text and video.

Liam: Ask and you shall receive babe! 😜 I’m always down to please you Cassie, and as you can see, I clearly miss you too… 😳

While Timothy was most certainly excited to check out the video that Liam had sent, his attention was immediately caught by the fact that he now knew his new name. Cassie, you definitely seem like a Cassie, he thought to himself as he turned into the mirror and admired the girly visage and body. Now secure in his new identity, the brand new woman took the opportunity to click on the video and allow it to play.

Cassie: Wow you’re such a fucking tease, why did you have to end it right before the best part? 😩

Liam: I mean, how else am I gonna encourage you to come home ASAP? I’m needy and want you so badly…

Feeling that wave of pleasure coursing through his body once more, Timothy was eager to continue on with the teasing.

Cassie: I want you so badly too babe. I’ve been thinking about you a lot too…

Liam: Prove it.

Being egged on by the sense of a challenge, Timothy decided to become even more of a tease to the horny man. Pulling open the camera, he began to record himself slowly pulling down his sundress before suddenly wagging a finger at the camera and abruptly ending the recording. Upon sending the video off, Timothy couldn’t resist chuckling as Liam rapidly typed out a response.

Liam: C’mon babe, gimme some more. I’ve sent you several compromising photos and videos so far. You’re in a public restroom, lock the door and give me a little bit of a show!

Feeling incredibly eager to both please his new husband while also being encouraged by how much he lusted over his wife, Timothy once again verified that the door to the bathroom was locked before finally deciding to further explore his body. Gingerly, he slipped off the sundress and allowed it to land in a clump on top of his platform sandals and partially slump onto the tiled floor. Although he felt an inner desire to pull off his bra and take a look at his tits, the concept of struggling to pull back on the bra left him quick to abort the idea. So at first, he quickly snapped a few photos in just his bra and panties before sending them off.

Since he knew that Liam would surely be begging for more though, Timothy furthered the fun and decided to pull down his panties and take the opportunity to record himself exploring his new genitalia. As such, as soon as he pressed record and began to run his fingers along the lips of his new pussy, Timothy couldn’t resist moaning and uttering Liam’s name as he envisioned the hunky personal trainer putting every inch of his clearly sizable manhood into his feminine folds.

Upon finishing recording the video, Timothy quickly sent it off and admired his figure some more while awaiting his husband’s new response. Not surprisingly, it only took a minute after the message was delivered for Liam to send another text response with an accompanying photo.

Liam: Oh fuck yeah babe, you better feel up that tight little cunt and think of me. I’m tired of waiting, get dressed and come home immediately. The sooner you get here, the sooner I can eat you out before we get onto the main event…

Reading the message in conjunction with the open-mouthed photo that his husband had sent, Timothy was just as over the texting as Liam was. Although he had no idea what was going to happen when it came to having sex with a pussy, his desires and lust for the man was too much to resist any longer. So as he pulled back on his panties and the sundress, Timothy took one last look into the mirror before zhuzhing up his hair.

As soon as he would exit this bathroom, he would forever leave behind his old life as a pale and frail gay virgin. Although there was a slight twinge of loss towards his years of hard work when it came to college, none of that would matter if he had no one to hold him at night and treat him with the love and respect that he deserved. So although he wasn’t entirely the biggest fan of losing out on his impressive cock and becoming a woman, he ultimately viewed it as a necessary loss to get everything that he’s wanted in life. After leaning down and grabbing onto the bags of items that her husband had wanted, the brand new Cassie eagerly unlocked the door and stepped into her new life.

Making her way out of the hardware store, the woman’s hips naturally swayed and allowed her juicy ass to draw all of the attention of the other shoppers (as best as it could from her gorgeous and prominent rack). As she approached the front door of the store, Cassie slowly turned around and gave a light wave to the bored-looking cashier. Not surprisingly, his wave back was not enthusiastic in the slightest as Timothy quickly did that and went back to taking care of the blonde-haired jock who had a basket full of tank tops resting on the counter.

Turning back on her heels, the woman finally made her leave and slowly pressed the fob of her car keys until her car revealed itself to her. Finally approaching it, she quickly opened the backseat door and deposited the three bags before finally entering the driver’s seat and turning on the engine. Quickly pulling open her phone, she pressed the “Home” location on her phone’s GPS and allowed the directions to begin. As she sat there for a moment, a wide smile formed on her face as she realized just how great this life was going to be for her.

As if on cue, a loud ding echoed through the car’s speakers as another text message from her husband filled Cassie’s car. Opening it up, she couldn’t help but gasp at what she both read and saw.

Liam: I love you so much babe, I can’t wait to fuck your pussy so good tonight. Just think of all of the fun we’ll have this summer once I finish building that patio deck for you…

Not surprisingly, Cassie’s mind began to play the video on an endless loop. With each instance of watching her husband bite his lip in an incredibly erotic way and shake his sizable bulge for the camera, she found herself quite desperate to get her hands, mouth, and pussy all over his glorious manhood. As such, the woman instantly pulled her car into reverse before speeding off to have some quality time with the absolute love of her life.

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The Man of Steal

For Superman, it seemed like his desire to enjoy his normal civilian life as Clark Kent was an impossibility. Any time he planned to have any sort of family event with his wife Lois and two sons (be it dinner or a simple trip to the movies), there always seemed to be some sort of interruption from the news that begged for the assistance of the crime-fighting vigilante.

This was proven to be true once again as the Kent family began to assemble for their family dinner. Just as Clark started to help himself to Lois’ home-cooked meal, the television in the living room suddenly went off as a breaking news bulletin appeared. With his innate desire to protect others and save them from danger, the superhero couldn’t stop himself from leaning past the dining room table and taking a closer look at the screen. For several minutes, the man intently listened to what the news reporter had to say. According to that anchor, it appeared as though a museum a few towns over from Smallville had been broken into by a criminal.

When the reporter first brought up the fact that it was one individual stuck in a stand-off with nearby police surrounding the museum, Clark had originally decided to just allow the cops to do their job so he can spend time with his family. But as the news anchor began to include more details about the museum, Clark’s attention was immediately piqued when she stated that the museum had just recently opened an exhibit devoted towards educating everyday individuals about Superman and his home planet Krypton.

As soon as the reporter began to discuss the fact that the museum had a priceless amount of Kryptonian relics on display, Clark gave an apologetic look towards his wife and kids before quietly sitting up and rushing into his bedroom to pull his suit on. The threat of having some criminal get their hands on some Kryptonian equipment rightfully caused Clark to be alarmed. While he dedicated his life towards using these powers for good, Clark was fully aware of how detrimental Kryptonian items could be with others. In fact, it was for these exact reasons that he recalled how he didn’t even offer his blessing towards the museum’s exhibit when they first proposed it to him. Of course, his prediction came true and now he was going to have to fix it before countless people could get hurt! So as he pulled on his suit and took one good look at himself in the mirror, the man wasted no time rushing out of his house before pushing off of the ground and rapidly flying off into the night.

Within a minute, the hero was able to rapidly traverse across several miles of farmland and make his way to the museum. As he quickly made a hero landing onto the concrete road outside of the museum, Superman made his way up to a group of officers to get an up-to-date report about what had occurred so far. According to the head officer in charge, the unknown criminal had accidentally tripped a security laser upon breaking into the museum. With the assistance of drones that could look through the glass atrium in the middle of the museum, the police were able to determine that the man was working alone yet heavily armed with an armored suit and a high-grade weapon. As such, a stand-off was afoot with the police attempting to convince the man to surrender and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Unfortunately though, these talks had quickly stalled and the criminal refused to surrender, instead deciding to further barricade himself deeper into the museum.

Given the tough situation that the police were in, Superman was quick to offer his services due to his skill set and innate bulletproof skin. Although there were a few officers there who gave him sneers and angrily told him off for “invading their turf”, the Smallville resident tried his best to remain positive and cheerful in order to help bring another criminal to justice. Luckily, the chief in charge of the operation got his men in line and gave the superhero the go-ahead to help remedy the situation. After giving a slight nod in the chief’s direction, Superman levitated himself back into the air before flying up to the top of the several stories high museum.

Upon setting himself back onto stable ground, Superman quickly traversed across the museum’s metal roof until he approached the glass dome in the middle of the museum atrium. As he peered around, it didn’t take long before he saw the criminal walking around in the bulky armored suit. Not wanting to inform the man of his arrival though, Clark opted to quickly use his laser vision to cut out a portion of the window so he could slyly sneak through the hole to surprise the villain. Upon doing so and quietly setting the portion aside, the hero carefully squeezed his bulky and muscular physique through the cut-out section of the glass. Once he was through, the hero slowly levitated his way down to the ground floor and hid for a moment to conjure up a game plan.

As he quickly looked around, Clark decided to sneak attack the man with a high-speed collision to hopefully disarm him and destroy his suit so he could be easily apprehended and delivered to the police. Narrowing his eyes and taking a moment to prepare himself, the man then wasted no time as he flew at top speed and his body crashed through the long aisles of museum displays. Before the criminal could even turn to look at the source of the noise, the hero’s extended arms immediately collided with the metal suit and easily pushed him against the wall. But given Superman’s extreme strength, that wasn’t all as the force of his movement caused the duo to crash through the concrete wall before Clark gripped onto the collar of the suit and threw the man to the ground.

While the confused criminal grimaced and groaned from the impact, Clark wasted no time tugging off the suit piece by piece until the villain was left in nothing but his normal clothing. Upon peering down to examine the culprit behind the robbery though, Clark found himself shocked to see that the man’s appearance was quite unusual. Most of the villains he faced were these imposing figures who had bodies that were packed to the brim with a musculature that could rival Superman’s own physique. But looking down, Clark instead found a man who had no sort of muscle definition or impressive physical features.

Taking a look at the man’s overall physique, Clark was baffled to find that the criminal was stuck with fragile-looking arms and legs that seemed to indicate that he would be tired from even a simple jog down a street block. The man seemed young, yet with his high hairline and partial balding, Clark presumed that the man was in his mid to late 30s. To make matters worse for the man, the criminal’s pale white face and body was also ravaged with a vast array of scarring and tattoos that caused Clark to surmise that he was some sort of low-level gang member. Despite the gang affiliation though, it seemed like the poor man had been unable to pack on any muscle and was instead treated like a punching bag and guinea pig by the higher-level members based on the intense scarring that resembled knife cuts.

As the man began to stir back into consciousness, Clark opted to try and take a more gentle approach with the criminal. Clearly the man posed no physical threat to him, so he tried to be as delicate as possible upon extending a hand towards the man and quickly pulling him up to his feet. With the man looking around in pure horror as he saw his unsuited self and Superman’s imposing body, Clark tried his best to calm the man’s nerves and indicate that he had no desire to hurt him further.

“Hey, don’t worry, no more fighting needs to happen tonight. Given the threat level of that suit you were wearing, I just had to disarm you as fast as I could and figure out who was operating it,” he calmly said, looking down at the frail individual and trying his best to give a reassuring smile. “So, what’s your name?” Clark inquired, trying his best to form a connection to the criminal. In many ways, the frail and anxious man reminded Clark of his own son Jordan. Clark’s relationship with Jordan was currently strained at the moment, so the superhero father felt a strange desire to view the criminal as a stand-in for his son and thus try and be a positive influence to help the man change his life and be the best version of himself he could possibly be. If he was able to successfully do this for the criminal, Clark was hopeful that he could replicate the same thing with Jordan and fully reconnect so they could be as close as they once were.

Although the criminal remained tense and quite uncomfortable being in the hero’s presence, he eventually decided to answer Superman’s inquiry. “It’s Darren,” he said, a thick midwestern accent coming from his throat.

“Gotcha, well it’s nice to meet you then Darren. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, but alas here we are,” Clark said, finishing his sentence with a heavy sigh. “Your plan though, it’s over now Darren. I don’t know what you were trying to do here tonight, but let’s just end this now so no one has to get hurt in the process. Alright?”

After silently nodding his head in agreement, Darren shifted his head down in apparent shame as he slowly began to make his way back into the main atrium of the museum. As he passed through the large hole into the concrete wall though, the criminal opted to continue speaking once more. “I was just trying to get some quick cash to help pay for my mom’s hospital bills. She’s not doing good and I don’t have the money to keep paying for her tests,” he solemnly said, causing Clark behind him to frown in sadness.

Despite his innate desire to bring criminals to justice, Clark couldn’t help but feel severe empathy for the man. It seemed as though all avenues of Darren’s life led to disappointment and struggle, so it was no wonder why the man had no other option to resort to a life of crime! As such, Clark’s warm heart left him eager to try and help fix one aspect of Darren’s hard life.

“You know, I actually know some people who work at Metropolis General Hospital,” he began, tilting his head and looking down towards the captured criminal with a light smile. “If you wanted, I could definitely pull some strings and help get some of your mother’s tests covered for fr-” he continued, the words unexpectedly being interrupted as a sudden impact into Clark’s gut caused him to stop speaking. As he watched Darren pull his elbow back up away from his stomach, Clark’s eyes widened. The man had truly just said anything so he could get Clark’s defenses down and try to make an escape!

Watching as the man quickly fled on foot through the museum, Clark’s eyes began to rapidly redden due to the intense rage he felt about being tricked. Although he felt no pain from the impact due to his general invincibility, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about being so easily fooled. But rather than allowing his laser vision to come out in full force and quickly stop Darren in his tracks, Clark mentally pulled back due to the fear of accidentally killing the man. Instead, he stood back up onto his feet, dusted off his dusty shoulders, and pushed off the ground to begin flying towards the still-sprinting criminal.

Given his rapid speed, it didn’t take long before Superman was catching up to Darren. To be fair though, the task was fairly easy for Superman as Darren’s frantic clumsiness had caused him to stumble over the tipped over display cases and trip over the various artifacts that those cases had once held. As he extended his arms out in hopes of quickly capturing the man now lying on the ground, Clark was eager to get the standoff over with so he could return back to his family before they finished dinner. While he thought about what he was going to do once he was back home on his farm, the man was unaware of Darren’s quick motion towards grabbing a hefty rock that had been held in one of the cases. In fact, he only ever picked up on this face as Darren turned towards to face Clark and immediately slammed the superhero in the side of the head with the artifact.

As a momentary pain rushed through Clark’s head, he quickly moved back to an upright position and stood back onto the ground so he was directly above the criminal who was still lying on the ground. However, as he waited for the pain to fade away, the hero was quickly overcome by a severe tingling sensation throughout his entire body. With this sensation rushing through his body, the man’s many years of crime-fighting and battles with intergalactic foes came back to the forefront of his mind. Bizarrely, the feeling felt both familiar yet incredibly foreign at the same time.

So as Clark directed his attention back to the criminal, his eyes quickly began to widen as he saw what had become of the artifact that had hit him. Instead of the blunt and gray rock that he had felt smashed against his face, it appeared as though his angular jawline had actually caused parts of the rock to crumble! By doing so, it appeared that a special Kryptonian artifact had revealed itself to be hidden within the rock - a small piece of red kryptonite!

Immediately, the tingling sensation that he felt began to make sense. Although he hadn’t ever experienced the effects of red kryptonite for himself, his extensive research about his home planet caused him to immediately recall some basic information about the rock type. The rock itself had a wide array of effects on Kryptonians according to his own research, but all of the examples Clark had read made it abundantly clear that this was a terrible type to encounter. As such, the man tried his best to reason with the criminal and get him to set the rock down.

“Hey, you got a good lick in there huh,” Clark inquired with a chuckle, rubbing his temple where the rock had made an impact as he returned back to standing on the ground. “Now let’s not do anything stupid here Darren. That rock isn’t safe for me, and by default, that means it’s not safe for you as well. So just toss it aside and I’ll forget all about this little outburst of yours!”

However, the criminal refused to agree to those terms, instead rushing directly towards Superman with a deranged and enraged expression on his face. Preparing to just stand tall and immediately disarm the man, Clark angrily scowled while putting his hands on his hips. Watching as the man gripped the rock in his right hand, Clark waited for the man to be in close enough proximity for him to hit him and cause him to drop the rock. With him now only a foot away, Clark immediately jumped into action as he lifted up his arm and immediately brought it down on Darren’s outstretched right arm. As expected, Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the rock quickly slipped out of his grasp and began to fall towards the floor. Unfortunately though, Darren apparently had quick reflexes, as he was able to reach out his left hand and quickly capture the kryptonite once more. Before Clark could fully comprehend the swapping between hands, the superhero suddenly felt the pressure of the rock make an impact against his broad chest.

Understandably, Superman feared the wild card nature of the rock’s power and thus instinctively pushed out his arms in order to make contact with Darren’s torso and send him flying away from him. However, as the motion was completed, both men were suddenly overcome with a dizzying sensation that rendered them momentarily with a full-body numbness and an inability to see. As both of these things made their return to Clark though, the man was suddenly shocked as an intense full-body pain coursed through his body as his back suddenly made impact against a concrete wall.

Grimacing as he slid down the museum’s wall, Clark let out a deep groan after his crumpled body made an impact onto the glass-covered floor. As he gingerly tried to sit himself back up, the sudden sounds of a deep bellowing gasp and chuckle caused Clark to grow alarmed. Peeling open his eyelids to finally take a look around the destroyed museum once more, Clark directed his attention towards the source of the noise. Upon doing so though, the superhero was immediately shocked to find himself somehow staring at his own smiling body!

Looking down in an extreme mix of confusion and fear, Clark gasped in shock as he looked down and now found himself looking at Darren’s own frail, pale, and scarred body. “Wha- how did this happen,” he cried out, notably triggered by the thick and surprisingly deep Midwestern accent coming out of his mouth. “That damn kryptonite, it must have swapped our bodies Darren!” Upon turning towards the imposter inside his body though, Clark immediately shivered in fear as that alarmingly wide smile remained stuck on his former face. Watching as the imposter cockily swaggered towards him, the superhero was shocked as the real Darren began to speak once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, I’m Superman!”

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The Man of Steal II

When Clark Kent first left his farmhouse in Smallville to help assist a nearby town with a museum break-in, the man also known as Superman thought it would be a quick and simple encounter of disarming the criminal and handing them over to the police. Unfortunately for him though, this was proven to not be the case as Clark’s attempt to stop the criminal led to a huge fight that traversed through several areas of the museum. In fact, one of these areas included a special Krypton-themed exhibit, which proved to be quite detrimental to the superhero.

As the fight continued through this area, the criminal that broke into the museum (whose name was Darren) was desperately trying anything possible to stop Superman and allow himself to escape from him and the authorities. Searching through all of the rubble and toppled over display cases, Darren was able to stumble upon a rock that he thought could potentially give him an opportunity to flee. Upon slamming the rock against the hero’s impenetrable skull though, Darren found himself blessed with a perfect weapon in the form of a small piece of red Kryptonite.

Given the fact that Clark knew about the random effects that the crystal could have on him, the hero tried his best to deter the man from using the crystal for both of their sakes. The stubbornness of Darren was unwavering though and Clark was unable to stop the man in time before his broad chest was pierced by the crystal. Now after that impact, Clark immediately began to regret his constant desire for helping others as he found himself staring back at his own smiling body and realizing that he was now in the weak and unattractive form of Darren.

“Darren, did you hear me? It’s that kryptonite! That red one is super rare and has too many possible side effects for me to count. That must have caused us to swap bodies! Grab it and walk over here so we can swap back,” Clark desperately said, his voice shifting to a whimper as he struggled to sit up and deal with the intense pain of the impact with the wall. In fact, he was in such pain that the superhero didn’t even pick up on how he was now speaking with an awkward Midwestern accent that was a far cry from his formerly deep and booming voice.

Hearing the declaration of wanting to swap back though, the imposter Superman was adamant about not making that reality. As such, he slowly sauntered his way over to the now-frail superhero while puffing out his chest. “Like I’ve already told you Darren, by the looks of it, I’m Superman now,” he began, his lips pulling into a cocky smirk before letting out a chuckle seeing Clark’s terrified face. “I don’t really care about how this happened to us, all I know is that I’m not going to go back to that pitiful body just to go back to jail for whoever knows how many years!”

To punctuate the sentence then, Darren gripped onto the piece of kryptonite stuck in his chest and pulled it out. Grunting while this occurred, the man breathed heavily for a few seconds and stared intensely into his former eyes. Luckily for the terrified hero, this only lasted for a moment before Darren’s head soon began to turn and scan the expansive museum. Watching as the imposter Superman clenched his fist and pulled the arm holding the kryptonite back, Clark couldn’t even gasp in shock or scream for the man to stop before Darren’s new superhero strength sent the kryptonite flying through the air and shattering against the concrete wall from the velocity of the throw.

Feeling completely hopeless at what was going on, Clark found himself getting understandably quite emotional. It was absolutely infuriating to find himself graveling for the first time (and to his own body nonetheless), but it was something that he was more than willing to do in order to get his body and life back. He couldn’t allow some random criminal getting close to his wife and kids or taking over the role of Superman, Darren would surely destroy his family and his reputation as a good guy!

“Please Darren, don’t do this. We both know that these aren’t our real bodies, so let’s just be grown adults and I can find a shard or something so we can swap back,” he started. But as he finished his first sentence, his extreme sadness and fear finally caused the usually composed man to crack and begin crying. With those tears beginning to stream down his face, Clark tried his best to beg for his own body back. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to get my body back. I’m the real Superman, and I just want to get back to my family,” he continued, his sentence abruptly stopping as he began to full-on sob. Just the simple thought of having this stranger going to bed with his wife or going to his sons’ high school events was enough to break down the last remaining morsel of Clark’s pride. Despite his passionate plea though, Clark was absolutely appalled to find that his own hearty laugh was being used against him and filling the empty atrium of the museum.

“Wow, that was so pitiful and pathetic. With behavior like that, I don’t think we should swap back,” Darren began, his laughter continuing as he put his hands on his hips and looked down at the frail man who was sobbing and desperately wrapping an arm around his right leg. “Honestly, all of that emotion and desperate whining is perfectly fitting for such a weak body. In fact, I think I’m rather content with remaining as Superman,” he continued before suddenly stopping himself. “Or would you rather I refer to myself by my real name? Do you prefer I go with Clark Kent or Kal-El?” he said as he cockily placed his hands on his hips, finally causing Clark to look up in horror at the revelation that the criminal somehow knew everything about him.

“H-how did you know that,” Clark desperately inquired, struggling to comprehend what’s going on.

“What are you talking about Darren, I’m just thinking about my life and memories... especially my gorgeous wife and those two teenage boys that are eagerly waiting for their father to show up back in Smallville. You know what I really can't stop thinking about though? Getting Lois to moan my name as I fuck her mercilessly, a reward for continuing to make the world a better and safer place," he began, the smile turning quite devious as he easily recounted Clark’s last encounter with his family before heading to the museum. To make matters worse for the terrified superhero though, the man’s next statement proved to leave him weak in the knees. “I mean, I don’t think any of those memories feel fitting for a petty criminal and low-level gang member that would stage some break-in at a museum right? Go ahead and try and think about your life though Darren, I think you’ll find that those are more fitting for your life!”

Desperately, Clark tried to recount a recent and important moment in his life. The first thing that came to mind was the reason behind the family’s move to Smallville - the death of Clark’s mother. But to his horror, a brief glimpse through his mind was unable to pull up that memory. Instead, he found countless memories that informed him of a frail and sickly looking woman that was constantly in and out of the hospital. Even more bizarre, those memories also referred to Clark by the name belonging to the body he was now in: Darren.

Gasping in shock at what was going on, Clark tried his hardest to recall more important events and information about his life. But instead, all that happened was that a broader picture was painted about Darren’s life. By doing so, Clark was able to learn more about Darren such as his last name being Hyde and his history of going in and out of jail countless times in his youth. Continuing to pull on this string of Darren’s past allowed Clark to learn more about the man’s history with a local gang who first recruited him when he was 14 and got caught stealing some cigarettes for his mother.

Despite the gang’s best attempts at helping the man bulk up and gain more muscle to become some sort of brute to help them during any heists, Darren’s body was unwilling to grow beyond the pale and bony frame that he’d been stuck with since his childhood. With no real incentive for keeping the man around, the gang soon found a special job for Darren - by being their personal guinea pig and constant fall guy. Whenever he wasn’t in prison for one of the gang’s crimes, the man had no other options but to stick with the gang and endure their various tortures that came in the form of the knife scars that adorned Clark’s new pale skin. As he ran his fingers along the various cuts that crisscrossed on his skin, Clark found himself instantly cringing as he could somehow recall the pain Darren felt as he tried his best to flee and escape the rugged and bulkier men who tormented him.

“This isn’t right,” Clark cried out, the words coming out as a bizarre warble as he struggled to comprehend the extreme yet widely different expressions of his shame, fear, and pure rage. “You’re going to give me back my body one way or another,” he continued, his voice shifting into a surprisingly aggressive scream as he suddenly got up onto his feet and began to rush towards the shattered remnants of the red kryptonite. As he watched for a moment, Clark smirked seeing that the criminal was seemingly so caught off-guard that he hadn’t even attempted to chase after him yet. In a moment of athleticism that Darren’s body had never experienced before, Superman slid along the glass-shattered floor and allowed the pants he was wearing to be torn to shreds as he reached down to quickly pick up a small shard of red kryptonite that was the size of a paperclip. Given his multiple experiences with kryptonite in the past, Clark knew that the small piece was more than enough to hopefully restart the transformation and place him back in his original body.

Upon grabbing the piece, the man slid up from his knees and jumped back into a standing position to face the criminal who had stolen his body. But to his shock though, all he saw was a blur as Clark’s body flew directly at him before grabbing him and throwing him against the thick concrete wall. As Clark gasped and attempted to catch his breath from the impact, the imposter Superman was able to quickly grip onto the man’s kryptonite-wearing hand and slam it against the wall as well. But despite the struggle to regain his breathing, Clark kept a death grip around the shard in hopes of eventually stabbing the criminal with it. However, this quickly changed as Clark looked directly into the eyes of his former body and watched as they began to quickly redden.

“If you want to keep that hand of yours, you better drop the shard. Right now,” Darren warned, causing Clark’s friendly face to shift into a terrifyingly ill-fitting expression of pure rage.

Fearing the concept of losing a limb to his own laser vision, Clark let out a defeated whimper as he dropped the shard and watched as it slowly fell down and clattered against the tiled floor. Feeling as tears once again began to stream down his sunken-looking face, Clark lifted his head up to avoid making eye contact with the body thief who had easily outsmarted and outpowered him.

“Hey hey hey,” Darren lightly cooed, the friendly and calming tone he was speaking with being severely at odds with the reality of the situation. “Don’t worry Clark, I’ll be taking good care of those wife and kids of yours. Hell, based on how poorly your relationship with Jordan is right now, I think you could use all of the help you could get,” he continued with a chuckle, finding great amusement in being able to not only so easily defeat the indestructible Superman but also seamlessly take over his life as well.

“You motherfuck-,” Clark began, growing enraged as he heard the imposter bring up his strained relationship with his son.

But before the superhero could even finish his rare moment of profanity, Darren was quick to grab the man’s head and slam it back against the concrete wall. With his former body immediately slumping into a state of unconsciousness after the impact, Darren couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that he had overtaken the apparent Man of Steel. Although he had found such glee in tormenting the superhero and watching him plead for his body back though, the imposter Clark was growing increasingly antsy in terms of getting home and meeting his new family.

So as he dragged the still-unconscious “criminal” out through the front doors of the museum by the collar of his shirt, the brand new Superman flashed a wide smile as the various police officers were unaware of the fact that the criminal that they were searching for was who they were congratulating. Just as he prepared to fly off though to the house that his memories informed him was the Kent household, the former criminal tried his best to cover his tracks for once the real Clark woke up. This attempt came in the form of some dialogue with the paramedics who had quickly handcuffed Darren’s former body to a gurney and began to inspect his head for any potential damage.

“Hey, just so you guys now, that guy refused to go down without a fight,” Darren began, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest as he tried to appear overly heroic to the paramedics. “Obviously I didn’t want it to get that far, but he left me with no choice other than to rough him up a bit. Just in case he starts saying some crazy and unbelievable things, please check and make sure about whether he’s concussed or not. I know he hit his head pretty hard against one of the concrete walls while we were fighting,” he continued, giving a light grin and nodding his head towards the duo of workers before flying off to meet his new family.

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Just a few minutes later, Darren had traversed the several miles of vast farmland before arriving on the Kent property. Opting to have a bit of time to mentally prepare before encountering his new family, the man made a landing near a large barn and slowly began to prepare to adopt the identity of a sweet father and husband rather than the gritty gang member he once was. After reaching the front door of the house, the brand new Clark Kent took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and walking in.

To his surprise though, the house was completely dead and silent beyond the TV in the living room that was still playing the local news station. “Uh hello,” he said aloud, continuing to walk around and looking for his new family. Instead though, the only thing he saw was a lone plate of food resting on the dinner table while all of the lights remained off. Thinking that his new family may have gone somewhere in town, Darren made his way through the hallways before entering the bedroom that his inherited memories told him was Clark and Lois’ bedroom.

After entering and finding that the room was just as empty as the rest of the house, the imposter took a moment to take in the sights of his new residence before noticing an ajar bathroom door connected to the main bedroom. Eager to get out of this suit and see what his new body looked like, the man eagerly made his way in there and began to undress.

As the suit finally slumped down to the floor and Darren stepped out of it, the man was in awe at just how godly his body looked now. Not only did the superhero opt to wear no underwear beneath the suit so the man was in immediate awe of Clark’s impressive 8.5” cock, but the sight of such a buff physique left Darren quite slack-jawed as well. It was incredible to feel such intense strength buried deep within the thick biceps and firm hairy pecs that he now possessed, so much so that the man’s brand new manhood was immediately hardening in response. Fuck yeah, I can definitely get used to this, the man thought to himself as he used one hand to graze his fingers along the well-defined ripples of his six-pack abs and the other to slowly squeeze the shaft of his new cock.

Before he could get too deep into the fondling though, a sudden flick of a lamp caused Darren’s eyes to widen and turn to face the source of the disturbance. Upon doing so, his eyes suddenly found himself staring at his new wife Lois sitting on her side of the bed and watching with a curious expression. As he observed the woman, Darren’s cock couldn’t help but firm up further due to just how gorgeous she was to him.

“Hmm,” she began, her lips curling into a light smirk as she looked her nude husband up and down. “I presume your trip to the museum went well?” Lois coyly asked, her eyes clearly narrowing in on the rock hard cock that was jutting out and pointing directly at her from across the room.

Attempting to come up with a response, Darren found his words beginning to jumble as he attempted to explain himself. “I- um, yeah the whole trip went great. It took a bit because the intruder was wearing this mechanical suit, but as soon as I got him out of it, it was a piece of cake getting him handed over to the authorities,” he said, his words coming across quite direct and intense due to his inner worry of somehow having Lois figure out that something had happened to her real husband.

Luckily though, Lois seemed to think that nothing was amiss, especially as Darren watched her stand up and slowly make her way over to him. As one hand ran her fingers along Clark’s pecs and twirled his chest hair, Darren found himself gasping as his new wife delicately wrapped her hand around the sizable manhood and began to slowly stroke it.

“Wha- what about the kids,” Darren asked, worried about any possible intruders before he truly gave into his newfound attraction towards the woman and fucked her senseless.

“Oh don’t worry, Jordan’s playing video games in his room while Jonathan is video-chatting with his girlfriend,” Lois purred into Clark’s ear. “There’s nothing to stop us from having a little fun tonight babe,” she continued, which immediately pushed Darren over the edge.

Feeling his attraction reaching its limit, the man put his superhero skills to use as he effortlessly pulled the woman into bed at impressive speeds and tore off the woman’s clothing. As they leaned in and passionately kissed each other, Darren’s bad boy tendencies began to quickly come out in full force.

It started out small, with Lois finding her lip bit by her hunky husband as he tightly gripped onto her breasts and sensually massaged the nipples. To her surprise though, she found the action oddly erotic, so she told Clark to keep going as he finally took a moment to slide his massive cock into her needy pussy. With the man sliding in and out with a surprising amount of force and conviction, the journalist couldn’t help but gasp and moan for Clark to “go harder”.

Luckily, Lois’ imposter husband was more than willing to comply with the request, using his wide hands to grip the back of her skull and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss as he ran his tongue down her throat. When pulling away from those kisses though, the brand new Clark was quick to dive into some dirty talk as he told his wife to beg for his cock and to call herself “daddy’s little cunt” if she wanted him to keep going. To Darren’s surprise though, the journalist was all too willing to allow “Clark” to assert dominance as she begged for more and referred to herself as that kinky nickname. As such, it didn’t take long before Darren reached climax and shot his superhero seed into his brand new wife’s eager pussy.

After finishing up and falling back into bed, Darren couldn’t help but smirk as Lois raved about how great that was and talked about how it felt like he was “a brand new man”. As he chuckled and retorted that the woman had no idea how true she was, the brand new Superman decided to flick off the light and head to bed. With Lois now fully believing that nothing was amiss, Darren was somewhat excited to meet his new children the next day and become a better father to them than the real Clark Kent could ever be!

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Patreon Update (November '23 - April '24)

Hello there everyone! Whew, it’s been a WHILE since I did one of these update / personal posts (November if my eyes aren’t deceiving me)... This certainly wasn’t my intention or anything, it’s just that my personal life has been putting me through the ringer nonstop since that last post! In addition to leaving my last job and needing to find a new one, I’ve been struggling with other stressors like severe mental health issues in addition to illness. To make matters even MORE stressful, the lease was up at my boyfriend and I’s apartment and we’ve been spending the past two months just applying to different places and trying to get all of the specifics ironed out.

As May rolls around and we finally move into this new apartment / I get a new lighter work schedule, I’m hoping that everything in my personal life will settle down so I can focus on being more active both here and on my Patreon. With my Tumblr, I’m aiming to try and do two transformation stories per month (one new mini-story like the Selfish Top Bottom story and a normal full-length story pulled from my Patreon archive). As for my Patreon, I’ve got a lot of stuff in the works including a Star-Lord transformation, a bodysuit story, and a revamped / rewrite of Helping Out A Friend – a series I started on Tumblr in January 2021 but was never able to finish. For those who don’t recall, here’s a link to the series – which follows a nerd and a frat bro swapping bodies for a semester of college to help the jock pass his final courses before graduating. 

Now shifting gears from what’s going to be coming to Patreon in the near future, let’s take a moment to shine a light on the content that I’ve created and released since November 2023! 

Usually, this tier included photo captions, but as my writing grew longer over the years, I finally realized in March that I was making things too hard on myself. Rather than trying to force a condensed story to fit the confines of an image, it’s easier for me to just write as much as I want and use the image as a supplement (or even gifs now with this change). As a result, I decided to change this tier where patrons now receive mini-stories that range from a length anywhere to 150 to 1.6k words. 

March Mini-Stories

Getting Lucky (350 Words) - Upon finding a green and yellow jockstrap in his underwear drawer, a gay man heads to his nearby gay club to celebrate St Patrick's Day. On the way, his inner Irishman is unleashed. Life Of The Afterparty (300 Words) - In the midst of cleaning up the aftermath of a prestigious award show, an aspiring actor discovers an abandoned award that causes major changes. Ginger God (150 Words) - A meek and overweight college nerd decides to head to the gym on St Patrick's Day for the first time in hopes that no one will be there. Upon swiping his card for the first time, he becomes the ginger god of the gym.

April Mini-Stories

Chris Gets Collared (650 Words) - When his dog begins acting strangely, Chris Evans enlists the help of an animal whisperer who has a unique way of helping animals be heard… Father-Son Bonding (1.6k Words) - A gruff and athletic father struggles to connect with his reserved and nerdy teenage son. Upon an argument one night, the duo wake up the next morning to learn what life is like in the other's shoes. Reforming The Police (350 Words) - Rather than helping an underprivileged area, the police force instead severely mistreats its citizens and ignores genuine problems. As a result, the community decides to reform the police in their own unique way…

Whistling The Blues

After arriving home from work one evening, Adam finds a large gift-wrapped box on his doorstep. Unwrapping it reveals a silver athletic whistle, which instantly confuses the man. To add to the confusion, blowing into the metal piece causes an ear-shattering sound to ring out that not only causes him intense pain but somehow transports him into a coach's office with plaques and trophies listing his name. As he observes the décor in hopes of figuring out what's going on, his body and mind begin to transform to give him the athletic career and manly body he had always dreamed of having… Tags: Age Progression, Daddification, Man to DILF, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift

Unleashing His Inner Daddy

Hopeless romantic Finn thought he had finally found the one when he met his co-worker Richard. Not only was the man incredibly kind and sweet, but he was also a total DILF! Despite their palpable chemistry together, their relationship had soured over the past few months due to Richard's refusal to top. On the verge of a breakup, a passionate plea magically allows Finn the chance to allow his body to match his status as the dom top in the relationship... Tags: Age Progression, Muscle Growth, Man to DILF

Unleashing His Inner Daddy II

After a passionate plea transforms the young twink Finn into the spitting image of his middle-aged DILF boyfriend Richard, the couple takes a moment to get reacquainted with each other and explore this bizarre new reality. Unfortunately for Richard though, sensually worshiping his own body via Finn allows him to not notice his own transformation into something much more submissive... Tags: Inanimate, Unintended Consequences

Watch What You Wish For

Eager to revamp his image into being a classy and sophisticated middle-aged man, Chris Pratt signs a partnership deal with a brand of luxury watches. Upon making his way to the owner's mansion to agree to the terms and do a press conference to announce the new collaboration, the actor suddenly finds himself body swapped where he's now the elderly billionaire CEO leading the press conference. Worst thing about it is that no matter how hard he tries, he can't tell anyone about what's happened to him! Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Middle-Aged To Elderly, Elderly To Middle-Aged

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend

Chase Richards was on top of the world. With an incredibly handsome and ripped body along with an extremely wealthy father, the college wrestler had never really encountered any problems in his 19 years of living. At least, until he was assigned Tyler as his roommate.  As the nerd and jock duo go from acquaintances to full-blown enemies, Chase struggles to comprehend why the nerd had books about spellcasting and transformations hidden under his bed... Tags: Male Transformation, Exposition Chapter

College Is Transformative: Family Weekend II

Upon finishing up wrestling practice after a fight with his roommate, Chase is shocked to find that his wealthy businessman father had shown up to surprise him for Family Weekend. As the duo head back to the dorm so Chase can change before they head to dinner, they have no way of knowing that Tyler was about to put his magical plan for transformational revenge into motion... Tags: Possession, Revenge

Henry's Beta Test

In a depressive rut, Henry is given a beta version of the Chronivac by his friend to try out. Upon getting it, he decides to test it out by trying out a few new bodies in hopes of finding love… Tags: Chronivac, Muscle Growth, Shapeshift

Henry's Beta Test II

Despite getting access to the Chronivac and thus gaining the ability to transform his body and mind in any way possible, Henry finds himself still unable to land the perfect boyfriend. As he becomes more and more desperate and depressed, the man wastes no time stooping to treacherous lows to find love… such as meeting up with his favorite thirst trap couple to take over one of their lives and cause that man to undergo an inanimate change! Tags: Chronivac, Identity Death, Inanimate, Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Reality Shift, Revenge, Shapeshift

The Scent of An Alpha

Going to college was supposed to be a fresh start for meek nerd Charlie Owens, but this plan is quickly derailed when he finds himself roommates with a hunky jock similar to the ones who bullied him back in high school. To make matters worse, the young man finds himself incredibly attracted to the Latino stud. After returning home one day and finding that his roommate is gone, the nerd decides to take a used jockstrap for personal use. Unfortunately, the scent of an alpha is contagious, which means that the young nerd will find himself becoming more like his roommate before he can realize what's going on… Tags: Mental Changes, Muscle Growth, Nerd to Jock, Racial Change, Reality Shift

Austin Theory's #1 Supporter

Upon being picked out in a crowd at a WWE event, a young man finds himself picked to get a free meet and greet with his favorite wrestler - Austin Theory. Unfortunately for him though, Austin has a secret plan that the man has found himself the main target in. Not only does Austin have a kink for humiliating other men via taunting and flaunting his immense physique, but he also has a transformation desire that he's eager to test out on the young man… Tags: Inanimate, Dominance and Submission, Humiliation, Body Swap, Revenge

Tricked By His Tutor

After making his way home from wrestling practice, Nolan is surprised to find his math tutor Arthur randomly waiting for him on his doorstep. Thinking that the man is lonely and just wants a friend, the wrestler invites him in to watch TV, order pizza, and just relax. Unfortunately for the jock, Arthur has a trick up his sleeve (and around his finger) that will change both of their lives forever… Tags: Body Swap, Jock to Nerd, Nerd to Jock, Revenge

The Meet & Greet

After years of fate seeming desperate to prevent him from seeing his favorite musician, The Weeknd, live in concert, Noah Stevens was ecstatic to find himself able to get his hands on a front row ticket the night before a nearby show. Upon arriving at the stadium, the mid-20s fan is in disbelief upon learning that his front row ticket is actually a VIP ticket that includes a meet and greet with the musician. Although Noah couldn't imagine a greater gift, he has no idea what the universe has in store for the duo once they finally meet each other… Tags: Body Swap, Celebrity, Shapeshift, Racial Change

Chris Gets Collared

Beyond his wife, there was no one that Chris Evans loved more than his dog Dodger. Ever since he got the mixed-breed Boxer back in 2017, his furry friend had been with the actor through the several ups and downs of his post-Marvel career – which was something that Chris was eternally thankful for.

So when Dodger began to behave strangely and avoid eating his food entirely, the actor spared no expense going to any vet or specialist that could get him better. Yet no matter where he went, no one could give Chris answers as to what was going on with his dog. With himself running out of options and fearing the worst for his dog, the 42-year-old actor was left with no other choice but to enlist the help of a self-proclaimed “animal whisperer” named Sean Cunningham.

After only five minutes alone with the dog, Chris was surprised to watch Sean exit a nearby room and reveal that he had already discovered what was wrong with his dog. Upon being asked if he would be willing to do whatever it took to make his dog feel better, Chris wasted no time nodding his head and saying that he would without a doubt. In response, Sean simply turned on his heels and exited out of Chris’ mansion to grab something out of his car. Upon returning, Chris’ eyebrows raised in confusion at the sight of two red dog collars in Sean’s hands. As Chris asked what was going on, the dog whisperer simply told the man to trust him and put the collar around his neck. Believing that simply the embarrassment of wearing a dog collar was the only concern, the actor complied and quickly placed the collar around his neck. 

Instantly, Chris’ eyes rolled back as the entire world went black. The man returned to consciousness with a jolt, gasping as he opened his mouth and took in a deep breath. But as he did so, the return of his senses revealed several bizarre things – firstly he felt as though he was head-to-toe wrapped in a cozy blanket. In addition, the man couldn’t help but feel as though his tongue wasn’t fitting in his mouth correctly as he could feel the now-long body part hanging down past his lips and teeth. Most importantly though was the sight of his new perspective – beyond his apparent low height he could also see straight across from him that Sean was standing there with his own body!

As the man attempted to scream and demand answers though, only a series of growls and barks escaped from his throat which only emphasized his new fate – he had swapped bodies with his dog! With his eyes and now floppy ears, the man-turned-dog could only watch in disbelief as Sean explained that he realized that Dodger was tired of being a dog and wanted something more. As a result, the only solution was to give Dodger the chance to be a human owner.

The dog-turned-man initially had a struggle navigating his new gift of English, with his words slurring for a while as he eagerly thanked Sean for the opportunity to become human. Yet as Sean began to discuss the concept of the duo swapping back to their original species, Dodger wasn’t too eager to go back. Luckily for him, he was aware of the immense wealth and success that his new life possessed so he couldn’t help but smirk as he turned towards Sean.

Across the room, Chris’ heart began to frantically beat and a whine escaped from his lips as he heard his former dog ask how much Sean wanted to keep them like this. As he stood up and realized his new status as a four-legged creature, Chris Evans was left with no other choice but to begin walking around as it seemed like he’d be having to get used to being a four-legged creature…

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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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Tricked By His Tutor

As the sun finally began its descent one Friday afternoon, casting a warm, golden hue over a grand college campus, Nolan Campbell made his exit from the university’s gym. After finishing up a grueling wrestling practice in preparation for his team’s upcoming meet, it was safe to say that the blond-haired jock was eager to get home and relax. But no matter his desires, it seemed as though the universe was doing everything it could to prevent him from achieving that goal. Given the fact that the weekend was now officially beginning, the campus was abuzz as large crowds of students traversed the school quad with excited haste. Luckily though, Nolan was able to overcome the overbearing crowds due to not only his bulky muscular physique but also his tall 6’2” stature.

Then, while waiting for a bus to arrive to take him back to his apartment, Nolan found himself forced to endure the constant staring and flirting from a slew of college cheerleaders. Despite his best attempts to turn them down, the girls refused to give up in their quest to be with him. Although to be completely fair to them, their desire was warranted. Out of all of the men on campus, Nolan was by far the perfect package. On top of that muscular physique of his, the man was blessed with a handsome face and an incredibly charming smile that formed an adorable yet manly set of dimples.

Yet while everyone assumed him to be this absolute beast of a man who easily dominated life like he did on the wrestling mats, that couldn’t have been further from the truth. For some reason, Nolan had always felt extremely unsure of himself and lacked the innate confidence that could have easily been corrupted into an inflated ego. Although there was a general sense of being unsure of himself when it came to his future, the one thing he was absolutely positive about was his happiness that he hadn’t ended up one of those stereotypical jocks who just bullied pathetic nerds or objectified women nonstop. 

After finally getting the girls to leave him alone and set their sights on another nearby jock, the wrestler was able to board his bus and take the ten minute ride to his apartment. After checking his mailbox, Nolan then gave himself one final workout as he rushed up the five flights of stairs until he arrived at his doorstep… where he found a peculiar surprise waiting for him.

Rather than the appearance of some package on his doorstep, he found Arthur, his math tutor, just sitting down waiting for him. Looking him up and down, the jock noticed just how disheveled the usually put-together man appeared. Instead of his normally styled mop of hair, Arthur looked incredibly disheveled on top of tired, at least based on the dark circles that Nolan noticed behind the nerd’s gigantic thick-rimmed glasses. 

In the two years that the duo had been working together, it was safe to say that Nolan had come to view Arthur as a friend of sorts. Nolan would bring his math assignments and questions every week, and Arthur would patiently guide him through the problems, breaking down complex equations and concepts in the simplest way that Nolan could understand. It was clear that Arthur had a gift for teaching, as Nolan found himself suddenly making progress in his math classes and avoiding the threat of academic probation. 

As they spent more time together, an unlikely friendship began to form. Nolan, with his easygoing and friendly personality, found himself opening up to the introverted and slightly awkward Arthur. With the jock opting to be vulnerable with him, it seemed to unlock something within the nerd that encouraged him to finally open up and grow comfortable around him. Over time then, Nolan learned about Arthur's interests and his daily life. Hell, he had even begun to view the nerd as a friend that when he found out that one of his wrestling teammates had been secretly bullying the nerd, the jock immediately put a stop to it! 

So although Nolan would easily describe himself as friends with Arthur given their work together over the past two school years, there had never been an instance where the twig of a nerd had just randomly shown up on his doorstep. After checking his watch and verifying that their appointment wasn’t meant for today, the jock flashed a smile as he tried to figure out what’s going on. "Uh, hey there Arthur. Is everything ok? I thought our appointment wasn’t meant until Sunday night?” 

In response, Arthur began to stand up onto his feet, which caused him to quickly readjust his glasses as they began to slide down his nose. "Oh, hey there, Nolan. I was just in the area and I thought I'd stop by and say hello,” he said, flashing a soft smile towards his client. Ever perceptive, the nerd quickly picked up on the gym bag slung around his shoulder and noticed Nolan’s damp and sweaty body. “Did you have practice or something today?" 

Nolan instantly leaned against the wall, loosening the strap of his gym bag. "Yeah, practice was intense. Coach is being a total hardass about this upcoming meet because it’s one of those rival schools. I legit feel so dead right now,” he responded, offering up a slight chuckle to lighten the mood. “But, how about you? How are your classes and everything going?" 

“Eh, it’s alright. This new segment of my math course is pretty difficult, but I’m always down for a challenge,” he replied with a lighthearted laugh. “I was tired of doing nonstop readings so I decided to just take a walk to clear my head. Before I knew it, I was here on your doorstep.” 

After eliciting his own chuckle, Nolan made his way past Arthur as he finally slid his key into the apartment door and unlocked it. Upon looking back, the jock felt oddly sorry for the guy. For some reason the frail shaggy-haired man was always taking the hardest possible courses each semester, which meant that he was too busy to go out and be social. As a result, Nolan couldn’t help but feel as though he was the closest thing to a friend that Arthur had. 

Given the fact that he was planning on just sitting on his couch and relaxing all night anyway, the man realized what would be the problem in having company then? “Ah, I see. Well, I was thinking of getting some pizza and maybe just chilling and watching some TV for the rest of the night. You wanna come in and hang out for a bit?" 

Arthur rapidly blinked in surprise, apparently not expecting an invitation from the jock. "Um, sure, that would be great. I think some time away from the textbooks would probably be good for me. I can’t stop seeing equations whenever I close my eyes,” he chuckled, which caused Nolan to do the same as he finally opened the door and allowed the nerd to walk in first. 

Upon shutting the door behind him, Nolan slumped to the side and allowed his gym bag to fall off his shoulders and onto the floor with a heavy thud. With that weight literally lifted off his shoulders, the man looked down at himself and realized just how sweaty he was. “Uh hey, if you don’t mind, I’m going to shower real quick,” he began, leading Arthur further into the apartment until the duo were in his living room. After reaching out towards an end table and grabbing onto the remote, the jock began to hold it out towards the nerd. “You can just go ahead and sit down and watch some TV I guess. I promise it will only take a few minutes and then we’ll order some pizza and just relax for a bit!” But to the jock’s confusion, the nerd refused to take ahold of the remote. 

Turning away from the TV and sofa, Arthur looked around the man’s apartment before beginning to speak. “Uh, before you go, can I say something,” he asked, which resulted in Nolan nodding his head in approval. “Ok, well uh, I just wanted to say that I really appreciate you Nolan. I know this probably doesn’t come as a surprise, but I don’t really have any friends here. These tutoring sessions have been genuinely quite rewarding because I don’t think I’ve ever met someone as perfect as you.” 

Upon hearing that last sentence, Nolan’s eyebrows raised as he tried to understand what that meant. Was Arthur just being sweet to him or was he trying to be vulnerable and reveal a new piece about himself in terms of his sexuality? Although Nolan was quite comfortable with his sexuality as a straight man, he wasn’t actively homophobic or anything so the concept of his friend being open like that was quite sweet in his eyes. 

But before he could even respond, Arthur continued to speak. “So uh yeah, I just wanted to say how much I appreciate your friendship,” he said, punctuating his sentence by extending out an open hand for a handshake. 

Finally, Nolan was given the ability to respond and he tried his best to be comforting to the man. “Aw, it’s no problem at all man. You’re a pretty great guy yourself and I appreciate all of your help. You’ve truly saved my ass so many times over the years that I can’t repay you enough,” he exclaimed, softly chuckling as he began to also extend his hand out for the handshake. 

“Oh really? Well now that you mention it, I actually do have an idea of how you can make it up to me,” Arthur replied, his grin shifting into a smirk as he suddenly grabbed onto Nolan’s hand and wrapped it in a tight embrace. 

Immediately, Nolan’s grin faded and his eyes widened as he felt a sensation similar to electricity rushing through his body. Confused about what’s happening to him, the jock stared into Arthur’s eyes, which remained narrowed and instantly made Nolan feel uneasy. Although he could have continued staring for a while in search of answers, the wrestler was stunned to find a bright flash of light suddenly fill the room up. Worried about blinding the light was becoming, the man clenched his eyes shut and grit his teeth as a sudden pain overcame his body. As he continued to scream, he could have sworn that he felt as though his body was being completely torn apart. 

But as quickly as the light and pain had emerged, they faded just as fast and Nolan found himself struggling to catch his breath. With each deep inhale and exhale he took, he couldn’t help but notice how high-pitched and labored his breathing sounded. But as Nolan finally peeled apart his eyelids to look over at Arthur, a sudden gasp escaped from his throat. Rather than staring at his tutor, he instead found himself staring at his own body. 

Unnerved and with no other option coming to mind, the man looked down and revealed a terrifying sight. Rather than his thick and muscular body, his glance down revealed Arthur’s lanky arms while his sweat-stained tank top had been replaced with an oversized and more nerdy shirt. As he held out his hands and looked at just how pale and unimpressive they were, the young jock couldn’t help but scream as he realized that he was now in the body of a weak nerd! 

Despite the ear-piercing scream he made, Nolan found himself unable to produce any words or move no matter how hard he tried. He couldn’t help but wonder if he was somehow stuck by whatever had caused his body swap with Arthur or if he was so petrified and in shock that his body had no idea what to do. But as he looked back across the room at the nerd now occupying his body, it quickly became clear that the new jock had no problem moving around. 

As he observed how Arthur looked around and smirked, Nolan got to watch in horror as the nerd quickly looked down before using his new wide pair of hands to pull off the damp and sweaty tank top to reveal the jock’s ripped and fully shirtless torso. Upon tossing the clothing onto the floor just a few feet away from the discarded gym bag, the former nerd grabbed onto his plump pecs before eliciting a maniacal laugh. 

“You fucking idiot, I can’t believe you fell for that fake sympathy shit,” he bellowed, his tone drenched in a cocky and condescending tone. Once finished, the man then lifted up his arm and flexed a bicep, smirking as he gripped the rock hard muscle. “Fuck yeah!” 

Upon witnessing the nerd’s behavior, Nolan was understandably quite confused. In those two years of knowing him, he had never witnessed Arthur behave like this. To make matters worse, he was doing it in Nolan’s real body. Like, what the fuck did his so-called friend do to him?! 

Refusing to continue looking at the nerd flaunting and flexing those stolen muscles, Nolan forced himself to tilt his head down and observe his new body. After using his hands to rub his upper arms and feel no indication of any muscle, the man wasn’t shocked to lift up his shirt as well and find that there was no hint of muscle whatsoever. Instead, he only found pale skin with patchy chest hair and a slight sliver of fat around his stomach and hip area. Upon letting go of the shirt and allowing it to fall back down to cover his depressing new torso, the man’s new gangly fingers traversed up his neck, which ultimately led to an exploration of his new face. Allowing his fingers to graze along his bulbous new nose and bump into the thick pair of glasses that covered a good 30% of his face, the man was horrified by how peculiar and strange the entire experience was. Hoping that he was somehow having a post-workout nap, Nolan tried his best to wake himself up from this nightmare by pinching or slapping himself. But of course, that worked to no avail and only made it clear to him that this was all real and he had truly been betrayed by his friend. 

Speaking of this so-called friend, Nolan’s attention was once again caught by Arthur as the former jock watched the nerd lift up his new muscular arm and shove his angular nose deep into his ripe and sweaty armpit. “Fuck, you smell good,” he purred, allowing one hand to reach down and fondle the massive bulge that was now straining against the pair of athletic shorts Nolan had been wearing. “Well, I guess I should say I smell good now…”

Although watching such an obscene display was quite horrific to witness given the body swap element, Arthur’s behavior finally caused Nolan to break out of his stupor and demand answers. “What the fuck did you do to me dude,” he angrily asked, picking up but not acknowledging the higher-pitched and whiny tone he now spoke with. 

In response, Arthur allowed an oddly fitting dopey chuckle to escape from his lips as he turned his palm outwards and revealed a small little device that resembled one of those prank shock rings wrapped around his middle finger. “What do you think I did, dumbass? I stole that precious little body of yours and now there’s nothing you can do about it!” 

Immediately, the threat of forever being stuck in this body caused Nolan to jump into action as he reached out with haste to touch the device and cause the duo to swap back to their normal bodies. But unfortunately, the jock inherited the nerd’s poor hand-eye coordination and thus missed his foe’s hand entirely as he attempted to swipe it. 

“Damn, you suck ass now dude! I doubt you could even throw a football at this point with those twigs for arms,” Arthur cackled, smirking as he pulled the device off of his finger and held it up in the air. Before Nolan could attempt a second swipe at the device, the new nerd’s eyes widened as he watched the device get tossed down to the ground and a loud crack echo through the room. Just to rub in his defeat though, the new jock smirked before lifting up a foot and bringing it down hard on the device to shatter it into a million pieces. “Looks like those wrestling days of yours are far behind you now, huh?” 

Realizing that his chance of swapping back was now utterly destroyed, the former jock found himself suddenly breaking down in tears and falling to the ground as the gravity of the situation hit him. Rather than being a muscular jock who had the world at the palm of his hands and squandered it, now he’ll just be this average and meek nerd that has no friends and spends all of his free time studying textbooks! 

“Why?!” he blubbered in between intense sobs, “What have I ever done to you? I thought I was your friend!” 

In response, Arthur led out a loud guffaw as he leaned down to stare directly into Nolan’s eyes. Upon narrowing his eyes and finding himself staring intensely at his old body, a cheerful tone emerged in the new jock’s voice. “All of you muscular buffoons are all the same. Even if you didn’t fuck me like your teammates, you still refused to stand up to them! I’ve spent my entire life being ridiculed and tormented by asshole jocks and I finally had enough. I got one of my friends in the engineering department to help me build that prototype for me and now that it worked, I never have to worry about feeling worthless again!” 

Furious about how he had been grouped up with people he could agree were total assholes, Nolan immediately began to lash out in hopes of making sure that even if he was outpowered, he wasn’t outspoken. “You motherfucker,” he screamed, adopting the most aggressive tone he could manifest while rushing towards his friend-turned-enemy. “I’ll tell everyone what the fuck you did to me. You won’t get away with this, Arthur! Maybe you deserved to get your ass beat by those jocks all the time!” 

In response, the transformed nerd instantly reached out and grabbed the weakened jock by the throat. Hearing the man’s last sentence caused Arthur to snap as he instantly changed his plans about handling the body-swapped man. “You know that’s not my name anymore, Arthur… I was going to just let you go on and live your life without any interference, but fuck that. You’ve fucked with the right one nerd, and now you’ll be lucky if you don’t spend the next two years of your life getting tormented in the worst ways imaginable.” 

After holding onto the nerd and watching as his eyes began to bulge out, the new jock finally let go and pushed the man back until his light weight caused him to fly several feet before stumbling back even further until he slammed against the front door. “Now get the fuck out of my apartment before I beat your pathetic ass,” he warned, watching as the still-sobbing nerd instantly obeyed his order and fled as fast as his weak and frail body would allow.

“Fuck, that felt good,” the new Nolan moaned as he reached down and began to fondle his crotch once more. Although he knew getting revenge would be quite hot, he never realized just how hot it would be to humiliate and torment people in ways similar to what he experienced! Looking down and watching as a pre-cum stain began to emerge in the front of his shorts, the new jock smirked before turning and making his way towards his bathroom. Although he was eager to get started repeating the cycle of torment that he had endured, Nolan was more desperate to get acquainted with every part of his new and bigger body…

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Mason and the golden skin

A special thanks to @dulafer, who helped me come up with the idea after having hit a minor writer's block Body a day - #14: Battery

Mason had been envious of his classmate Chris since the first day he met him at Colchis University, so much so, that it had become an obsession. He envied him, he envied him so strongly that all he could think about was becoming him. Every thing about Chris, he desired and longed for, so much so that it became unbearable.

One of Mason’s former highschool classmates, Jed, was also studying at Colchis, studying both neurology and engineering. When Mason confessed his feelings towards Chris, Jed became lost in thought. The silence was eerie, but Jed was definitely contemplating Mason’s thoughts.

“If you really could switch places,” Jed said after the very long pause, “would you?” “Yes!” Mason blurted without hesitation. “Even if it meant giving your life to him?” Jed asked. Mason was a bit more reluctant this time, he hadn’t actually considered that, but if he had to swap places with Chris, it made sense, that Chris had to be somewhere else. But there would be no way, that Chris would ever accept that. “I’m sure, I’ll manage…” Mason said nonchalant.

Jed seemed very interested in the conundrum, but more out of curiosity than envy nor desire.

“If I come up with a solution – I want you to do something for me…” Jed said looking up at Mason. “What do you want?” Mason asked. “I want you, or rather you in Chris’s body as my boyfriend.” Mason blushed, “you have a crush on me?” “Maybe,” Jed answered clearly embarrassed and uncomfortable, not even looking at Mason anymore.

“Hey,” Mason began softly, breaking the awkward silence, he walked over to Jed, then pushed Jed’s chin up so that they had eye contact. “If you are really willing to do this for me… Then you might as well call me your boyfriend already,” he said, touched by Jed’s sentiment.

Two semesters later they came up with a prototype for a body-swapping device, technically it was a mind-swapping device. It would carry the full neurological pattern between two brains within a very short distance. Mason had to get Chris somewhere secluded, so that no interference was possible, and he had to take a clean shot. Jed was confident, it would work, but there were many potential risks. The device looked similar to a tablet with a camera attachment, except for the fact that the tablet part mostly consisted of batteries in a series. The device took an unbelievable amount of power, 75% of the device’s weight consisted of the batteries powering it.

Jed somehow managed to arrange a meeting with Chris at a remote part of campus. Mason wouldn’t have been successful if he had tried, after all Chris knew him, but Jed didn’t actually tell Mason, exactly how he managed to convince Chris to turn up at that place. But he did, and armed with the tablet-camera-thingy, Mason was prepared to welcome the unsuspecting Chris, who arrived on his bike.

“What are you doing here?!” Chris drawled as he noticed Mason, “is this some kind of joke?!”

Mason was nervous, almost afraid, but still infatuated and smitten with Chris. Mason let his envy consume him, he took some big steps directly towards Chris, aimed the device at his face, and pressed the button. There was a blinding light, and they both felt like they had been electrocuted, their bodies were shaking, but they couldn’t see anything.

Then Mason could see again, no longer blinded by the light, he could see himself, but from a taller perspective. He wasn’t looking in a mirror, the device had worked.

Mason’s body was still dazed and confused, the device fell out of his hand and hit the ground.

Mason was in awe. Chris’s body was all his, this perfect body was all his. He didn’t get to enjoy the moment for long however, he was ripped out by his stream of consciousness, when he heard his old voice shout at him: “What the hell have you done?!”

Chris had apparently already figured out exactly what had happened, there was a look of pure hatred in his eyes.

Mason’s body picked up the device. “You aren’t getting away with this. I’m gonna take my body back, and then… And then you won’t even live long enough to regret this!” Mason’s voice snarled, his words dripping with loathing and vindictiveness. Mason had a feeling something was wrong, he could smell burnt ‘something’, rubber or plastic maybe, the smell definitely came from the device, it was about to break down. Even a single use had put massive strain on the batteries, the device couldn’t handle another swap.

Mason in Chris’s body froze, blinded by the bright light, but also something else, it was like his mind was clouded by all sorts of unrecognisable impressions.

Mason’s body fell unconscious to the floor, but Mason was still looking at it from Chris’s perspective, he felt a bit of satisfaction seeing his former body collapse. But to make sure nobody would accuse him of anything, he picked up the foul-smelling device and stuffed it in Chris’s bag, then he begrudgingly called an ambulance. Then he went over to his unconscious body and more by instinct than choice began to perform CPR on it, then it dawned on him… He did not know, how to perform CPR, but Chris did. The faulty device must have transferred parts of Chris’s consciousness to him. He was still Mason at heart, he knew that much.

Mason’s body was taken away by the paramedics, as Chris explaining something about having witnessed Mason having a heart attack or something. With the ambulance gone, Mason could finally wrap his head around the other dramatic events. The faulty device had transferred Chris’s memories to him, he wouldn’t have any problem fooling everyone, he didn’t have to pretend to be Chris, he was Chris.

Introducing S.O.N.

Halfway through @max-the-many's ludicrous challenge. The prompt this time is something I've already done, so here's something a bit different as the midway-marker. For the other son-transformations I have done during this challenge, see #1, #7 and #13.

Body a day - #15: Son

S.O.N. is a revolutionary new technology, that will allow you to relive and redo the best time of your life. Get a second chance at life and enjoy it to the fullest with the new S.O.N. technology.

S.O.N. is a replica of your younger self, improved and enhanced in every way desirable to your specifications. You’ll receive a fully-grown, mature S.O.N. in just ten weeks.

Using advanced and revolutionizing DNA-resequencing technology, we’ll make the perfect S.O.N. for you based on your DNA-profile and matched with any of our top class models from our extensive catalogue, making sure that your S.O.N. becomes the best possible version of you. We flesh out a complete backstory as well as identity papers to specifications and provides a smooth and inconspicuous transition of the S.O.N. into your life and routine, before you inevitably take their place at a predetermined time.

With the advanced DNA-resequencing you will soon have all your life and memories transferred to your S.O.N. and can enjoy and experience life again more well-off than the first time.

Your S.O.N. will be the perfect candidate to carry on your legacy, your company and/or your heritage, as they are you – only rejuvenated and revitalized.

Order your S.O.N. today. You don't have to only live once.

Melting pot

Body a day - #18: Pot-bellied

"You called me pot-bellied, huh? True, I was, but those days are over! If you are ever going to compare my belly with any household item again, it better be a friggin' washboard!" "I'm sorry, it was just a joke, please give me my body back."

"I don't think so, it's too cool being cool... Look how strong, athletic and agile I am now. I ain't going back, dweeb. But hey, you know how to properly exercise and maximise muscle gain. Just go do it again!"

Body a day - Summary

That's it, 30 stories in 30 days, I'm fatigued, but also satisfied. Having spent so much time on writing in a long time is very exhausting, but also quite rewarding. Trying various genres, narratives, types of transformation, finding the right pictures to match the stories, coming up with new ideas (some more successful than others) as well as write down old ones, I've had for years. Thanks to @max-the-many for hosting, and for getting me entangled into this ludicrous challenge in the first place. Thanks for all the likes and reblogs, it's much appreciated. If you haven't read it all, I don't blame you. It's a long list, and now I'm summarizing it with a list to give an overview, they all come with a tag or two to give a rough idea of what to expect. Though it has to be said, that tagging these kinds of stories is difficult as there doesn't appear to be broad consensus (like bodysuit, male body suit, skinsuit, fleshsuit etc. and muscle drain, muscle growth, muscle theft, stolen muscles, body theft, identity theft, life takeover etc.)

#01: Smoke - Smoke trail (Bodysuit)

#02: Orb - The Champion's Orb (Possession, age regression)

#03: Blood - Bloodhunt (Muscle drain, age regression)

#04: Beach - The Collection (the third acquisition) (Bodysuit)

#05: Revenge - Never bullied again (Muscle drain, revenge)

#06: Mirror - Empyrean Wear (Bodysuit, clothing)

#07: Football - A real footballer (Possession)

#08: Wash - Dirty laundry (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#09: School - Night ride (Bodysuit, clothing)

#10: Table - Table for two (Body swap, hypnotism)

#11: Studies - Done my homework (Impersonation, identity theft)

#12: Six - Pack of six (Shapeshifting, droneification)

#13: Money - A nickle or two (Bodysuit, revenge)

#14: Battery - Mason and the golden skin (Body swap)

#15: Son - Introducing S.O.N. (Body swap, age regression)

#16: Shadow - Worn to a shadow (Impersonation, clothing)

#17: Foam - Risen from the foam (Muscle growth)

#18: Pot-bellied - Melting pot (Body swap, revenge)

#19: Dad - MacGyver and son (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#20: Wave - Finders keepers (Bodysuit, clothing)

#21: Electricity - Airing laundry (Dirty laundry pt. 2) (Bodysuit)

#22: Satisfied - Not satisfied yet (Muscle drain, merging, revenge)

#23: Want - Wanted! (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#24: Sports - Rigging a race (Bodysuit, clothing)

#25: Choice - Strangers on a train (Face swap, shapeshifting)

#26: Ice - The ski instructor (Bodysuit, impersonation)

#27: Closet - Secrets (Bodysuit)

#28: Whole - Becoming whole (Muscle drain)

#29: Ancient - A bargain and a deal (Merging, age regression)

#30: Pecs - Final Goal (Bodysuit, impersonation, clothing)

I think it's time to take a backseat for a spell. But don't worry, you haven't seen the last of me. Wanderer out.

Seen after class

It was Friday at 15:40, end of the day – the students poured from the room into the hallways, passing by Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, who waited patiently outside.

“Hey Jamie!” “Wassup Jamie?” some of the students shouted as they passed by him, already out of earshot before Jamie could answer. He just stood and smiled, waiting for the classroom to be completely empty.

“Hello Jamie”, Mr. Larson replied, “please come in,” he gesticulated as Jamie entered the now-empty classroom.

As soon as Jamie slammed the door shut behind him, he quickly, but quietly locked the door.

“Hi Larson”, Jamie said softly with a smirk, Larson reciprocated the look. The student and professor leaned in on each other, then their lips met in a kiss. Their romance intensified, they embraced and held each other tightly, their puffer jackets creaking loudly, as they ran their hands all over each other.

Still with their arms wrapped around each other, Jamie looked insatiably into the professor’s eyes and asked: “Are you ready for our trip?”

“Absolutely,” Larson answered playfully, “the car is packed and waiting.”

”Say… before we go… Do you wanna swap?” Jamie asked with a grin, placing his hand on Larson’s stubble.

”Swap?” Larson repeated and after a moment of thought he continued, “sure.” He reached for the door making sure it was completely locked, before he unzipped the puffer jacket, he’d just put on.

Jamie did the same. They then took off their shirts, trying their best not to get carried away, as they both showcased their tight and trimmed torsos.

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Harry had always fantasized about dating Jamie, the captain of the swimming team, whereas his boyfriend David had always found the slightly more mature Mr. Larson very attractive. And when the two had discovered a way to become someone else, they leapt at it, deciding it would be satisfying to become the people, who their partner desired the most… at least desired on a physical level.

Harry had slithered into Larson to fulfil David’s desire, and David had slithered into Jamie to fulfil his. They had taken over their lives, but had adapted to their new identities, finding it oddly easy to step into the roles of professor and elite athlete respectively. To them it was little more than a theatrical performance, but they enjoyed every bit of it.

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Their skins stretched and contorted in unnatural ways until their upper bodies had completed separated from what was hiding beneath.

With an almost unreal *schlorp* the skins of the two men came off. Harry and David, while soaked in sweat, smiled to each other, it seemed like an eternity since, they had actually seen their true selves.

The two nobodies exchanged the lifeless torsos of Jamie and Mr. Larson, then began pulling on their new identities, pushing their heads up through the necks and forcing their arms into the vacant skins’.

Once settled with their new torsos, all the features in place. Harry ran a finger up Jamie’s muscular arm and up his neck to his face, which he now was all in possession of.

”Nice,” he said with Jamie’s voice, “very nice.”

There was definitely something thrilling about being the guy you wanted to date, rather than having someone else be him. It was obvious that David was in agreement, caressing Larson’s more mature body.

”Wanna swap bottoms too?” the new Jamie asked.

”Nah, that can wait,” said the new Larson, who were pulling on his shirt again. “Besides… isn’t it an arousing thought to be… you know… by yourself, so to speak?”

Jamie grinned, his lower half was still Mr. Larson’s, so he definitely got what David/Larson was thinking of.

“Alright then, but we’ll have to get to that, once we get to the hotel,” the new Jamie said as he pulled on Jamie’s t-shirt and jacket, zipping it up.

“See you out front in 5 minutes,” the new Jamie said with a wink and left the room.

Walking through the hallways was definitely different being a star athlete, compared to being a professor, the other jocks waving and shouting at him, passing him hi-fives and compliments as he made his way to the parking lot, where ‘Mr. Larson’ would pick him up for an unforgettable weekend. And as he walked, he began to wonder… Would people notice, that he was wearing Larson’s jeans?

Taking Responsibility

Sometimes you wake up in your dad's body. It freaked you out the first few times, but your dad never let on that he knew anything was up. He always slept naked, his fit, hairy body loosely draped in a thin blanket. You were reluctant to look at his body the first few times, but his morning wood always won out. You'd long since stopped resisting his body's urge to explore itself.

You put your big hairy mitts on his fat cock and ass in seconds after realizing where you were. Your dad had never slept naked on the couch before, but judging from the cockring driving your dick hardness through the roof, you have a feeling something is different.

You close your eyes and softly moan while you stroke your thick meat. You don't even notice when the door opens.

"Someone's having fun."

You recognize the voice. When you open your eyes, you see your original body standing in the doorway with little more than a jockstrap holding his cock in. You don't recall buying that, but you can see the sides of your fat ass spilling out from the straps.

"D-dad?" You mumble, unsure if you should cover yourself or not. He smirks at you.

"You've got a nice body, son, nice fat ass and hairy tits. I just had to take it for a ride," he reached up and squeezed a nipple. "I wouldn't have guessed you could only get off to other men and their fat cocks and thick muscles and..." he trailed off, the bulge in his jock pushing out. "Taking your body made me want to take a cock, son, and it's time you take some responsibility."

He quickly walks over and straddles you on the couch while you both feel up your original bodies. It's a lot easier to appreciate your hard-earned ass when your fat daddy dick is eager to plow it. You position yourself between the cheeks and are pleasantly surprised that your cock glides right inside. It's hot and wet and you're ready to give yourself the ride of your life. Your dad tightens and begins thrusting his ass over his own cock relentlessly. You toss your head back and moan, bucking your hips against his tireless milking. The squats paid off, you thought.

You pulled your dad in and suckled on your sweaty tits while you fucked. He quickly raised his arm up and pressed your face into his hairy pit, the familiar smell of your own body's musk pushing you over the edge.

You found yourself spewing a hot load into your own tight end with a load all over your hairy daddy's chest.

"I'm not sure I took enough responsibility yet, sir," you jest, pulling your body back in for a second round.

Heard you were doing tf asks, woke up today and decided I needed to swap bodies with the hairiest truck driver at the gas station. He can have mine, I don’t care what he does with it, but I want him to have the biggest, bushiest beard there. Extra points if he’s been on the road for a while

Of course I can make that happen just one second. Need to wait for just the perfect time for both of you. And...

Boom! You’ve just caught him in his smoke break. You see, he likes to smoke in his truck before heading out to the gas station to find another bear trucker to fuck. Can probably tell, considering how horny you are right now.

If his beard isn’t bushy enough for you, don't worry. He’s struggled to keep it that neat, just give it a day or two and you’ll have a nice and proper one.

Hope you enjoy the body, he’s been a trucker since he was young and you’ll find you know the road well, especially the best rest stops to get some good head. Now go out there and give someone a good proper fuck!

Some of the subtle clues that Aziraphale and Crowley switched bodies

Bonus - not so subtle anymore, where ‘Crowley’ is sitting prim and proper and ‘Aziraphale’ kind of lying on the bench (plus their reverse sitting position)

Bonus 2:

Bonus 3: We usually see Aziraphale under the sign E (east), but ‘Aziraphale’ under the opposite W (west)