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Must be quite a trip, looking up at your own body while you melt, motionless, in a form you could never comprehend would be possible to end up in. You must be so confused. Probably already forgot what literally just happened to you. You can’t really think much, now that your mind is liquid, just like all of you is now. Let me put it into terms what’s left of you can understand. I used my powers to absorb into your body, and quickly rubbed one out, splooging over the edge of the bibs you’d been wearing, and in that load of jizz was all of the information that made you, you. I just ejaculated you out of your own body. You’re just a puddle of rapidly cooling semen on the floor now. You gotta admit, your body looks good from this angle, huh? Yeah, that’s why I stole it from you, loser. There’s only room in this vessel for one of us. So now I’m gonna step on the glob you’ve become, with your own foot in your own shoes, push you into this shower drain over here, and assume your place in the race, and in the world as a whole. I’m the new you. You’re just a wad of discarded cyclist cum. Bye, loser!

*SPLLLOOORCH*

Everybody Loves Puppets! (Part 1 of 4)

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“Whoa, dude! What the fuck?” Tyler exclaims quietly as he enters the room, afraid to wake his unconscious nude brother. “Is he asleep?” he whispers to Jeremy.

“Kind of.” Jeremy replies with a sly smile as he crosses the room to Dave’s limp naked body. He gently lays his hand on Dave’s bare thigh.

“Dude, you’re going to wake him up!” Jeremy says clearly nervous about how his older brother would react finding him and his dorky friend in his room while he’s sleeping naked.

“Jeremy, calm down.” Tyler says calmly over his shoulder to his anxious friend. Tyler watches in awe as his best friend rubs his older brother’s sensitive inner thigh. Tyler notices his brother’s plump cock slowly starting to fill with blood. He is so enamored with his unconscious brother’s growing erection that he fails to realize his brother is no longer unconscious.

“Yeah Jeremy, calm down.” Dave says echoing Tyler. Tyler’s eyes lock on to David’s amused glare. He starts laughing uncontrollably, seemingly not bothered by Jeremy’s intimate touching. Dave wraps his firm grip around his own exposed penis and starts pumping his erect cock. “What’s wrong bro? This is what your little queer friend said you wanted? Don’t you want to come over and taste this juicy cock?”

“What are you talking about?!” Tyler replies confused and very suddenly furious at his supposed best friend. “What did you say to him Jeremy?!” he screams accusingly. However, Jeremy doesn’t reply, he just continues to smile his unsettling smile and goes down on his knees, slowly swallowing Dave’s entire 8 inches.

Dave responds in Jeremy’s silence, “Seriously bro, calm down.” He says still laughing like a foolish excited child. “Come here and give your big bro a kiss.” Dave says tempting his brother with his pursed lips as his cock is being deep-throated.

Tyler bites his lip nervously. One of his greatest fantasies is coming true, yet his instincts tell him something is wrong. The most confusing feeling of all is actually his growing envy as he watches his best friend fiendishly devour his brother’s cock. He should be the one who gets to taste his brother’s cum. This was his fantasy! Why should Jeremy be having all of the fun? Tyler slowly makes his way over to his brother’s beautiful plump lips. He steps over his best friend’s legs, Jeremy barely seems to notice, completely distracted with the firm member in his throat.

Tyler leans over the edge of the bed and looks into his brother’s eyes with a deep indescribable longing. He gently touches his hand to the side of his older brother’s face. Then in one of the truest moments of intimacy he has ever experienced, he closed his eyes, and touches his lips to his brother’s eager mouth, giving into the most passionate romantic moment he could have only previously dreamed of. Their tongues dance flawlessly upon each others lips, salty yet sweet. After a moment that felt like a perfect eternity, Tyler pulls back from the kiss gently and opens his eyes.

“Wow…” Dave says, opening his eyes and meeting Tyler’s gaze. “That was intense.” Dave adds, still in shock at the magical moment they just shared.

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something for a while.” Tyler says to his brother in earnest, slightly stuttering. “I… I’m gay. And I love you Dave. Like… romantically.” Dave looks as his brother confused for a moment and then bursts into maniacal laughter.

“Dude you still don’t understand what’s going on?” Dave says through a burst of uncontrollable laughter. Hurt and embarrassed Tyler slowly starts to back away from his brother, suddenly afraid this was all some sort of elaborate prank at his expense. “I’m sorry!” Dave snorts through his laughter. “I just can’t believe you still think I’m Dave?” He says still fully laughing, then suddenly he isn’t.

Dave’s face goes completely blank and his head falls back and lands on his pillow. His whole body goes as still as it had been the moment Tyler had entered the room what feels like a lifetime ago. Standing there staring at his naked brother’s lifeless body it almost feels like the whole experience was a surreal sex dream. That is if it wasn’t for his still very present best friend sitting on the floor continuing the laughter left hanging in the air by Jeremy’s unconscious brother.

“Tyler. I can’t believe you thought your douche bag homophobic brother would let you kiss him on the lips.” Jeremy says through his vivacious laughter. “None the less, let your twinky gay best friend give him a blow job!”

“What the fuck is happening?” Tyler says now standing by the doorway confused and frustrated almost to the point of tears.

“Dude, do you really not remember?” Jeremy responds, finally calming down his laughter now that he sees how much it has affected his friend. “I told you I was learning magic. I found a new book of sex spells. We just talked about this yesterday!”

“So you learned some card tricks? What does that have to do with this?” Tyler replies still visibly upset.

“Not card tricks, you idiot. MAGIC! Like medieval magi stuff! Not street magic.” Jeremy says defiantly. “I put a spell on you brother and turned him into a human puppet. He’s in a comatose state, but anyone who touches him can use him as their ventriloquist dummy. When you confided in me with your incest fantasies, I’ll admit I thought it was a little weird at first, but it also seemed like a perfect opportunity to try my new spell! And look how great it works!”

Jeremy then reaches his hand back over to Dave’s vacant body, grabbing the top of his large masculine foot. Dave’s body immediately fills with life and sits up looking at Tyler. Using his other hand, Jeremy reaches up and clasped Dave’s hand, intertwining his fingers with Dave’s thicker more masculine fingers. They stand up together and approached Tyler.

“Whoa, walking with two bodies at once is kind of difficult.” Jeremy says out of Dave’s mouth using his deeper more impressive voice as they both wobble a little, like two toddlers learning how to walk together. Once they are intimately close to Tyler, Jeremy continues to use Dave’s mouth to speak all of his words:

“Sorry little brother. I didn’t realize how special this was going to be for you.” He says as he reaches both of his unoccupied hands out, one of his own, and one of Dave’s to hold both of Tyler’s hands.

“It’s okay…” Tyler responds starting to brighten again, looking into his brother’s eyes.

“What I should have said to you earlier is that…  I love you too.” Dave’s mouth speaks the words sincerely, even though they were not his own. “I also didn’t know how to tell you.” Dave blushes and shyly looks down at the floor. “This definitely was not how I expected it to happen.” Dave’s body says with a nervous giggle, looking back up into Tyler’s eyes.

Then Tyler turns his eyes from the puppet to the puppeteer and in a true act of romance kisses Jeremy on the lips, taking him by surprise in the most spectacular way. Even though this was something Jeremy had experienced mere moments ago, it is different experiencing it through his own original flesh. Then he decides to spice things up, moving Dave’s plump lips into the ongoing tongue wrestle, making it a beautiful sexy incestuous three way make out session.

Tyler and Jeremy start to remove all of their clothes, and right as things really started to heat up they hear a loud gasp of surprise. Cutting their fun short, they turn, looking towards the open doorway that they somehow forgot to close. Standing there stern and disappointed with his arms crossed is  Dave and Tyler’s burly father.

Acting quickly before anyone else has time to react, Jeremy chants something in a strange foreign language and in a moment Tyler’s dad is as lifeless as Dave had been moments ago.

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Everybody Loves Puppets! (Part 2 of 4)

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Tyler’s dad’s face goes blank and he topples over forward towards the trio. Jeremy, knowing in advance how this would go, uses the combined strength of his own body and Dave’s to catch Mr. Steer and gently lay him face down on the floor where he would have landed.

“Dude, what the fuck!” Tyler responds terrified. And rightly so, it has been a stressful 30 seconds. “What did you just do to my dad?!”

“Don’t worry. He’s fine!” Jeremy says, still fully animating both his own body and Dave’s body.

“I did the same thing that I did to this sexy flesh puppet!” Jeremy says this time through Dave’s mouth, grinning widely displaying Dave’s perfect teeth.

Truth be told Jeremy is pretty content with the current circumstances. His experiment with Dave was fairly selfless, mostly choosing Dave for his best friend’s potential pleasure. Dave isn’t really his type. Now their father, Mr. Steer is more Jeremy’s type. He has always had a secret crush on his best friend’s hyper masculine father. He is like the pinnacle of manliness. How can he not lust after such a perfect representation of masculinity.

To Jeremy’s delight, Tyler also seems excited with the prospects of his father’s new status as a lifeless flesh puppet. He can already see where Tyler’s mind is going before he speaks a single word.

“Can I try him out?” Tyler asks eagerly.

“Yeah of course little bro!” Jeremy says through Dave’s mouth. “Breathe some life back into our old man!”

“Just reach out and touch his skin anywhere you’d like” Jeremy says, using his own mouth this time to speak. “It’s going to be disorienting at first, but take it slow. Try not to do too much at once. Just channel yourself into him, and become him as much as you can. It sort of feels like you’re leaving your body and possessing his. Just leave a bit of yourself in your old body, try not to get lost in the puppet.”

“Okay..” Tyler says psyching himself up.

Reaching out and touching his father’s thick masculine hand. He grips his father’s hand tightly and suddenly feels himself being sucked into what feels like an empty void, but he still feels his knees firmly planted on the floor. He realizes he can feel every inch of both bodies at the same time. Every area of skin, every taste bud, he can suddenly hear and smell things more complexly and most confusing of all he now has two completely independent sets of vision coming from two different sets of eyes.

“Whoa…” Tyler says through both his mouth and his dad’s mouth at the same time.

“I know, it’s crazy right bro!” Jeremy says through Dave’s mouth. Patting Tyler on the shoulder with Dave’s hand.

Tyler is so consumed with his own new sensations that he barely noticed Jeremy’s presence. He turns his father’s body over on its back, and looks deeply into his father’s eyes, experiencing the mind blowing paradox of looking into the mirror of his own eyes with someone else’s body, and yet seeing himself reflected back wearing his father’s face. Giving in to his instincts, he leans down and starts kissing his father’s rough lips. Experiencing the feeling of his father’s salt and pepper beard scratching his face, but also feeling his own tongue enter his new daddy lips. The experience of making out with himself is becoming so erotic and all consuming that he completely loses himself.

Then he slips. But he doesn’t feel the fall. He loses that last bit of himself that was left in his old body and he is suddenly only seeing the world through his father’s eyes. And his sensual kiss instantly becomes very ordinary. But at the same time much worse than ordinary, because he is now kissing his own lifeless body that has collapsed on top of him.

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Becoming Daddy (Part 1 of 4)

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“Come on dude, don’t just stand there staring. You need to participate if you want this to work.” John’s father says to him, sitting completely naked with his giant cock exposed. But John knows of course, this isn’t his dad speaking, it is his friend Zach possessing his father’s body.

“What am I supposed to do?” John responds clearly uncomfortable at the circumstances.

“I can only control your dad’s body like this for a short time. I already taught you how to do it. Take off your clothes and stick your wiener in my tight virgin daddy hole. Don’t pretend you haven’t fantasized about this for years. Your dad’s a fucking hunk.” Zach gestures at the meat suit he is currently occupying with his large bear paws of hands.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening.” John says as he starts to undress his much smaller much less impressive body in front of his dad’s eager eyes. Zach is clearly enjoying witnessing John’s discomfort. It’s Zach’s fault that they are in this mess in the first place. They got caught smoking weed on school grounds and now they need a parent to intervene and save their asses from expulsion. Of course John’s dad is the obvious choice because he is sexy, and charismatic, not to mention he’s a powerful corporate lawyer that has made generous donations to their school in the past. However, there is no way John can ever let his father find out that he got caught doing something so irresponsible and illegal.

So here he is standing completely naked, cock out in front of his imposing father who is also completely naked. His dad’s hungry hole puckers, waiting to be penetrated. He can’t help but think that this could all go horribly wrong.

“Well dude! What are you waiting for?” Zach interrupts John’s train of thought, clearly annoyed. “This sweet middle aged ass isn’t going to fuck itself! Come bust a nut in your old man’s virgin hole, son.”

At this John takes a deep breath, and spreads his dad’s ass cheeks, slowly inserting his bare throbbing cock into his dad’s tight ass. Zach starts to grimace in slight pain, clearly he’s not used to the sensation of having such an untouched ass hole.

“Wow, I forgot how tight these things stay when you never use them.” Zach says, joking about his borrowed asshole.

“Dude, shut up. Try to get into character, that might make this go faster.” John says trying to forget about his friend’s puppeteer act, so he can immerse himself fully in one of his deepest fantasies.

“Okay dude. Damn, I didn’t know you were kinky like that.” Zach says, quickly realizing the irony of that statement. Zach clears his deep throat getting more into character. “...Awwww Fuck my tight ass son. Fuck me just like I taught you. The same way I fucked your mom on the night we conceived you.”

“Oh fuck yeah daddy. You bred me to be the perfect fuck toy for your own pleasure, so I could serve you exactly how you please.” John says, slightly surprising himself at the words that are coming out of his own mouth. He had never realized how much he wanted this until this very moment. He can feel the pressuring building in his testicles as he gets closer and closer to climaxing.

“Oh fuck dude, you might want to hurry up. I can feel the big guy waking up.” Zach said, suddenly breaking character. But this only excites John more, pushing closer and closer to the edge at the thought of getting caught in his debauchery. “Dude I can’t hold him much longer!” Zach says once again through John’s father’s mouth, clearly straining to keep control. Then suddenly Zach is  gone.

John is still pounding his father’s hairy asshole full force when his father very clearly became aware of the situation.

“What the fuck are you doing son!” John’s dad screams. He is too stunned to even know what to say. He looks at his son directly in the eyes, searching for some explanation of what is happening right now.

“FUCK YES DADDY!” is all John says in response. John finally releases his load into his panicking dad’s asshole, with all of his intention flowing through his testicles into his dad’s gaping hole. Suddenly John collapses on top of his father, and his father starts to convulse lightly.

Then John opens his eyes, vaguely disoriented by the excitement he just experienced. He feels an enormous weight on his chest and looks down to find his own unconscious body slumped on top of him. He has indeed transferred his spirit into his father’s body through his ejaculate. He can still feel his own semi hard cock lodged in his borrowed asshole.

“Whoa... “ is all John can say as he looks down at his new meaty paws. His hands are so large and strong, he feels almost like a superhero. It’s as if he has been drawn into existence, as an example of the ideal masculine man. Except he is a real person. He is his own father. “This is so fucking cool…” He muses to himself with his new and improved baritone voice.

Then something unexpected happens. John’s old body, still very much penetrating his new asshole, starts to wake up.

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As I regained consciousness, I couldn't recall what had happened. All I could remember was waking up as always, getting prepared, exiting my house and then... Blank. Now I was sitting there, and I didn't even know where I was.

My vision was blurred and my hearing was messy. I could only hear an indistinct metallic sound, while all I could see was the white room surrounding me.

I was feeling heavy and dizzy. I tried to move. My whole body was numb, so I couldn't tell whether I managed to move or not.

Finally, a distinct, feminine voice echoed in the room from a speaker.

"Simon Smith?" She sounded a bit bored, as though she was repeating the same thing over and over again. I think I managed to nod, but I can't tell. "Don't panic. Take some time to fully recover and we'll explain everything." There was a long pause. "Oh and, please , don't freak out, your current condition is temporary."

My vision was slowly getting better. The more time passed, the more I could see the room I was in. It was completely white and empty, except for a giant shadow next to me. I could tell it was some kind of machine, but I couldn't distinguish its architecture, and its purpose was completely unknown.

On the other side of the room, I could also see a window, or something like that. Some white, moving stains - people? - were standing beyond it, and we were probably separated by a glass, since I couldn't hear a thing.

That was all. Everything else was pure white and empty.

Also, it was quite cold. In particular, my legs felt cold. Was I even wearing pants?

I looked down to make sure my clothes were in the right place, and I gasped as I saw that not only I was just wearing my underwear, but my legs were also twice, or even thrice bigger than they used to be!

"What th-" I covered my mouth with my hands. I had never heard such a deep voice in my whole life, and certainly such a voice didn't belong to me! Also, my hands, or better, the hands covering my mouth... They were so big!

I panicked and tried hard straining my sight to see what the hell was wrong with my body, but I couldn't focus.

The same voice from before echoed in the room. "What did I tell you? DO-NOT-FREAK-OUT, someone's coming to tell you everything. Also, there's a pair of glasses on your left, you'll need them."

As much as I was scared, I needed answers. I groped around for the glasses, and I found them laying on a white pedestal, perfectly camouflaged with the white background.

Despite my trembling, I managed to put the glasses on, and the world finally made more sense to me. I ignored the people standing past the glass, looking at me as though I was some sort of experiment, and I focused back on my body... Or rather, the body I was in, which definitely wasn't mine.

I was big. That's it. There are no other words to describe it.

My legs weren't slim anymore. They were brawny, large and muscular - and naked, since I was only wearing a pair of sporty socks and white underwear - which, in my opinion, was a bit too tight for my now larger package. I tried moving them to get up, but I still felt weak in spite of my bulky mass.

My arms were thicker too, and hairier. Although I was wearing a grey shirt I could distinctly see my beefy biceps, and as I squeezed them I feared I would witness the sleeves ripping.

I proceeded to feel my chest, two massive pecs bulging out of it under the fabric, and my thick, defined abs, rhythmically waving with my breath.

Everything felt so wrong. How old was I now? Surely I wasn't 22 anymore.

I discouragedly looked at the people in lab coats past the glass. "A mirror!" I panted. No, that voice didn't belong to a man in his 20s. I was - that body was 40, at least.

A woman spoke into a microphone, and the same voice from before echoed in the room. "Jeez, are you blind or what? Right corner."

I took an effort and got up. My bulky legs twitched and squeezed under my weight, but I managed to stand on my bigger feet. I immediately noticed I was a bit shorter than I used to. I wasn't used at all to my new mass and balance, so I had some trouble moving forward. I tripped and almost fell, but I somehow managed to squat instead. In that very moment, I also realized that body suffered from a weak back pain.

I finally managed to get in front of the mirror speechless. A huge, half-naked, middle-aged man was staring back at me. There was no doubt that was me: same glasses, same grey shirt, same tight underwear, same broad frame. I almost felt intimidated by my own, menacing reflection.

I passed my rough hands through my salt-and-pepper hair, and stroked my grey beard. The face that was staring back at me looked so intimidating, but also somehow handsome.

There was no doubt it belonged to an old man. I mean, he was in his 50s for sure! I had just lost 30 years of my life by doing absolutely nothing, and I could clearly see the first wrinkles appearing on my - I mean, that face! I was about the same age of my dad and twice bigger, it felt so wrong!

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound. I turned just in time to see a white door opening, and a quite young man entering - at least, he was younger than I was at the moment for sure. He was bringing a stool. "Please Simon, sit down. I know you're scared, but everything's under control."

"Under control?! What have you done to me?" I growled with my strong voice.

"Yes, everything's under control and you'll turn back in no time, I promise". He put the stool down and sat down. He looked nice and totally harmless. "My name's Aaron. I know you're confused and scared, but you're safe. Now, sit down and I'll explain everything".

Reluctantly, I waddled towards the sitting and followed his instructions.

"See?" he raised his hands, "No one wants to hurt you. You're here only because we needed your body for some ."

"My... body?" I scratched my head. "I don't understand".

Aaron smirked. "Yeah, your body. Law enforcement found out that a close contact of yours is involved in... Shady business, and you were one of the few people who could infiltrate without raising suspicion-"

"Who is that close contact?"

"I don't know, that's not my job. And, even if I knew, I couldn't tell you. The point is, we needed your identity to infiltrate, but we also need you to be highly trained. So, we switched your body with one of the best and most experienced men in our department, Lieutenant Bruno Grant."

"OK, ok, but why didn't you ask me first? Isn't this like... Illegal?"

"It isn't, we have permissions. And we could never ask a citizen to risk his own life in such a treatenin-"

I felt burning of rage. I suddenly stood up and towered over the poor scientist. "So you're telling me that you took me without consent, switched me with this big guy here, and now he's inside my body, risking my life just to... What, resolve a case?!"

His face turned white. "Y-ye... No! Absolutely not! Lieutenant Grant is highly trained, and has never failed a mission in his whole life! You'll be back in your body in no time!"

I grabbed his collar. "He'd better not fail", I hissed.

The door suddenly opened and three other scientist entered. Two of them were older men, while the third one was the woman that had spoken to me through the speaker some time before.

"It will save many lives, Mr Smith. Now leave the intern, please", she said. The other two scientists stepped towards me menacingly. Forgetting I was bigger than them, I felt intimidated and promptly released the shivering intern.

"Nice", the woman said as her two escorts stepped back. "We'll give you a temporary identity and a place to stay. And some pants. Follow me."

One month had passed since then. I had kind of adjusted to my life as Sean Robinson, a middle-aged, retired enterpreneur.

I didn't have to work as they paid everything for me, and since my new body always needed training I could spend the whole day at the gym. I had never been athletic, but it didn't seem a problem at all: it was like I went on autopilot as soon whenever I entered the weight room.

In spite of my age, I even managed to seduce some young guys, and soon a few of them started flirting with me. I couldn't blame them, I was really hot. That's when I realized I - or rather, my body was gay.

I had no problem with that. It was nice to spend some time with people around my true age and feel young again, hanging out like friends. The more time passed, the more I impressed them, as they didn't expect my personality to be so youthful. One of them kept me saying, "There's no way you're 53, we share the same interests and all. You were born in the wrong decade".

Yes, Nathan, you bet it.

On the other hand, I also felt my body's needs and wanted to fulfill them, so I didn't mind fucking with them every now and then.

They let me discover my new body and its potential. I soon learnt that I really liked the feeling of being a daddy, as they called me, and I also discovered that, sometimes, it wasn't that bad to be submissive either. A hefty daddy with a young man's mind and kinks can be a beast when it comes to sex.

Plus, my new sexuality allowed me to appreciate my own body more and more. Whenever I looked into a mirror, I couldn't help but think "I'd definitely fuck myself". Most of the time I was home, I was either wearing only some hot underwear or going fully naked. Either way, I would spend half the time jacking off, which didn't really affect the sex I'd have with my young friends.

To put it simply: I actually didn't dislike my new life. But I also missed my family, my friends, and my youth.

That night, Nathan was at my place. Our relationship had become unique.

Sure, sometimes we had sex with other people, but the more time passed, the more we felt the need to spend time together. We had a lot in common, and if I had been in my original body, I know for sure we would've been best friends or something like that.

We'd just had some nice sex, and now he was hugging me from my back. He liked being the big spoon, so I let him do that even though I was twice his size.

I could feel his heavy breath blowing on my neck, and his tonic arms holding my brawny torso. Every once in a while his hands would squeeze my bulging pecs, sinking in my grey body hair, and his soft voice would whisper naughty words to my ear.

I was getting sleepy when I heard my phone ringing. I was forcefully brought back to reality and instinctively stretched my ripped arm towards the bedside table. As I did that, I got a slap on my exposed bulky ass.

"Nathan!", I growled. I heard him giggle.

I turned the lamp on, wore my glasses and took my phone. It was a call from the lab.

"Yes?", I answered.

Dr. Rodriguez, the dull scientist, spoke. "Simon? We have some news. You'd better-"

I was distracted by Nathan's naughty hands, which were now stroking my thick thighs, heading towards my dick. I tossed and moved the phone away from my mouth. "Nathan, stop, it's an important call", I whispered as I tried to put on an imposing face.

He smirked. "Oh, seriously?" He promptly pulled down my thong - yes, that was a new kink. His mouth was getting dangerously closer to my dick, which was slowly turning rock solid. As much as I was horny, I stopped him and got up from the bed. Afterwards, I took some heavy steps towards the bathroom.

"I'm waiting for you, daddy!", I heard him scream.

As I entered the bathroom, I yawned and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair was messy, but I was okay after all.

I turned a little bit to check my ass. I poked it. Perfectly round and solid, as it should be.

Then I winked at my own reflection and flexed my bicep. It was so bulging I couldn't help but kiss it. My God, I was so hot! I looked like a model!

I suddenly remembered that I was still in a call with Dr. Rodriguez, and I brought the phone back to my ear. "Oh, uhm, sorry, there was an interference. What were you saying?" I asked her.

"He... He's dead, Simon. Your body is dead."

At first, I thought I had misheard. But I hadn't, and I knew it. Time passed by, and I couldn't think what to say. A weird, unpleasant sensation spread from my stomach.

"I'm so sorry, Simon. He was found this evening." I was speechless. All I could do was looking at the mirror.

Was this like a bad joke? Was I being punished for enjoying this body?

My family, my friends, my life,... Everything had been taken from me. I had been robbed of my youth and my future.

Small tears started flowing down my cheeks. After all, I couldn't help but feel betrayed. I was sad and angry for losing my life. I opened my mouth to say something, but I just couldn't. All I could do was tremble in agitation.

"Simon? We're waiting for you tomorrow morning at 11.30. We'll... Make up something, I promise."

I didn't even let her finish. I hang up and turned my phone off.

With a low thud, I sat on the toilet, my hands holding my heavy head. I was about to faint.

I looked at the body I was in.

It was mine.

All of it.

I was trapped there.

Forever.

And I couldn't do anything about it.

Was I Simon Smith? Bruno Grant? Sean Robinson?

It didn't matter. I was a fucking middle-aged, gay, buff man. As much as I didn't mind it, it was so painful to know that everything I'd loved for my whole life was lost.

No more studying for a bright future as a researcher, no more parties with my friends, no more family holidays. Just gym and sex. Life wouldn't have anything else to offer.

"Hey bro, is everything okay?" Nathan appeared on the threshold. He usually called me like that to taunt me, but now I didn't really feel like going along with it. "Are you... Crying? What happened?"

I took a deep breath and forced my thick legs to stand up.

I looked at him. I could tell he was genuinely worried. I hugged him, my towering frame fully enveloping his body, and he hugged me back. Then, we made our way to the bed, and I finally told him everything.

He believed me, or at least pretended to. And, as he was cuddling me, I finally fell asleep, uncertain about my future.

At least I had him.

What the FUCK? This isn’t my face, this isn’t my body... why am I wearing—?!

Wait a second, this is that faggot Oscar that rents from me down the hall! The one that said he was gonna put some kind of spell on me for being homophobic? He... switched our fuckin bodies?! How?!

Dude, I’m gonna beat that homo’s ass! Wait... I’d be beating my own ass. Shit.

On second thought... Oscar’s body is kinda... hot.

Wait, did I really just think that?! I’m straight. I don’t even like men like that. But... damn... when I flex, when he flexes I mean, it’s making me hard. Hard in this new dick, which is actually bigger than mine...

I need to focus. This ain’t right. I gotta get my body back. I’m going to my apartment.

Fuck! He’s... me. He’s in my body, chillin on the stairs, all nonchalant... this is tripping me out... what the fuck am I wearing? “Daddy” socks?! Those righty whities? Oscar in my body makes me look— good. Really fucking good. Am I really that hot?

What’s going on? Am I into this? Am I gay?

“Sup” my face says. Only is Oscar in there talking. “Ready for Pride, bro? I like my new thighs. You must do a lot of squats.”

What the fuck is he talking about...

Change us back man! I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t call you a faggot again, ok? And you don’t even have to pay me rent this month!

“I’ll switch you back at the end of the month, Pete. I like this body, and I want you to get to live in mine, so you can experience what it’s like to be me. It’s not so bad, and the spell made it so that being in my body makes you gay, like me. So we’re both gonna get a lot of dick and ass for the next 30 days. You can thank me later. And rent’s on me.”

He laughs at my shocked face on his face. I can’t believe this shit. But he has a point... being in Oscar’s body, seeing my own hot body being controlled by him, it’s got my new big brown cock rock hard in these cute little rainbow briefs.

“Why don’t you come over here and fuck yourself?”

He doesn’t gotta tell me twice. I’m letting him top, of course. I want to feel my own cock in me so bad.

Happy Pride 🏳️‍🌈