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Swapping Stone
requested by musclegrowthmaker123
‘Sorry man… I’m busy tonight.’ Ceaser looked down at his phone and sighed. It was another Friday night that John was blowing him off on. He’d been trying to back off a little thinking that something must have been bothering his friend so he decided he wouldn’t push it too hard.
“Oh well,” Ceaser said as he stood up from the riverbed. He’d gotten into colleting rocks recently and spent his days down by the river when his friends were busy. He’s found quite a few stones that looked really nice. They were so smooth to the touch from the river. He always loved finding new ones. But the sun was starting to set and he needed to head home before dark. As he was turning around, a bright glimmer caught his eye. It was a purple light that was bouncing off a stone in the river.
Ceaser took his shoes off again and waded into the water. He reached down and grabbed the purple stone. “Woah,” he smiled at how brightly colored the stone was. He’d never seen anything like it before. Just watching the light reflect off its shiny sides was getting Ceaser excited. “This is so cool!” he exclaimed.
Tossing it in his pocket he rode back to his house. The sun was almost completely gone as he entered the front door. His dad looked up from his chair. “Thought you were going out,” he said gruffly.
“Uhhh… No… Not tonight. Everyone’s busy,” he shuffled around in his pocket holding onto the stone. “I’m probably going to do something tomorrow.”
“You should go out tonight,” his dad repeated. In Ceaser’s nervousness he kept running the stone through his fingers. It helped keep him a little calm but, “You playing with yerself when I’m talking to you?” His dad stood up from the chair. “Da fuck is wrong with you?!” He towered over his 18 year old son. The two didn’t have anything in common. Even their stature was completely different. “Huh?”
“No!” Ceaser whined back. “I… I found this stone.” He pulled it out and it started to shine even brighter. “It’s really smooth and I…”
“This is what you do all day?” His father’s voice raised as Ceaser pulled himself back. “No wonder you’ve only got like three fucking friends.” His father walked around clenching his fists. “Just go around all day and play with fucking rocks. Why don’t you get yourself a girl or somethin? You know be a real fucking man!” He flexed his body menacingly. It was something he did when he was angry. “Stop playing with these stupid rocks!”
His father reached for the stone but Ceaser pulled it in. He gripped it tightly in his hand while his dad struggled to pull it away. “No…” he fought back. Ceaser used all his strength to hold onto it while his dad tried to pry it out. For a second he was surprised at just how long he’d been able to hold onto it. Ceaser opened his eyes but his mouth dropped with it. “D-d-dad?” he asked. “What’s happening to you?!”
The question snapped his dad out of his anger. “Da fu…” he couldn’t finish the curse as he stared down at his body. The large size he’d gained over years of working outside with his body were dwindling away. His shirt that wrapped tightly around his torso was loose. It drifted to one of his shoulders. “What’s happening to me?!” he bellowed looking down at his own body. Everything around his was growing bigger. He took a step back and his foot fell right out of his shoe. “This is crazy. This is impossible.” The deep callouses on his hands faded away while the hair on his chest and arms retreated. There was barely anything left about him that screamed the big tough guy he was.
“You look like you’re as old as me…” Ceaser uttered.
“S-son…” his dad said. “Look at you…”
Ceaser’s eyes turned toward himself. “What the.!?” His voice was deeper as his exclaimed the confusion. “I’m..” he turned his hands over and back watching those fingers thicken. He could see the hair developing up his arms and covering his body. His shirt was too small as it stretched tightly around his upper body. “This is… Crazy…” he muttered feeling his shoes tighten around his much larger feet. The 8 sized shoes were far too small as one of them burst through the front showing off his toes. He took a step closer to his dad and stared down at him. “This is fuckin crazy…”
His dad took a step back almost of instinct. He wasn’t used to being around someone so much bigger than him. He held onto the waist of his pants trying not to let them fall. “Yeah… I don’t have any idea what’s going on,” he said. “Wait… Why’d I say it like that?”
“I don’t fuckin know dad,” Ceaser cursed. “Da fuck?” He couldn’t help but curse when he was feeling a little confused.
“I guess we’re developing each other speech patterns too…” his dad said. Ceaser goes and sits in what was his dad’s chair. He leans back into it making himself comfortable. “Don’t get too used to that…”
“You gonna stop me?” Ceaser flexes. Seeing his dad’s face drop in fear Ceaser grins and turns back to the TV. He’d never been interested in MMA before but couldn’t turn his eyes away from it. The phone next to him lit up. “Huh?” Ceaser grabbed it.
“Don’t look at that!” his dad shouts running for the phone. But it’s already in Ceaser’s grasp. He tries to wrestle it away but Ceaser pushes him down.
“And why the fuck not?” he stands up asserting his dominance again. His dad doesn’t respond. Ceaser scoffs at the person in front of him. His eyes turn back to the phone as he scrolls through it. It’s his friend John. There’s an entire conversation with Ceaser’s friend John. “Da fuk?” he grits his teeth as he sees large series of messages back and forth with Ceaser’s friend. “What’re you textin my friend fer? What’re meetin him for so much?” Ceaser keeps scrolling through his dad’s phone when he sees John’s nudes. His face blushes as his dick hardens. “You’ve got to be shittin me.”
‘Ceaser gone yet?’
My big little brother: revenge
My eyes widened as I opened my bedroom door. I couldn't believe what I was looking at.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you pervert?"
A towering, incredibly muscular hunk was turning my room upside down, only wearing a pair of blue briefs.
The guy stopped, and even before he turned to face me I could tell who he was, because I had seen him naked so many times that I could recognize his body everywhere -- plus, it was a very outstanding body and it was hard to forget it. To be honest, I still missed that sculpted physique, and, despite everything, I was still so attracted by him that right now I was getting incredibly horny.
Just at a glance you could feel how pumped up and bulky his legs were, and looking at them and at his arms I could sense that he hadn't given up working out although we had broken up recently. To be honest, it was as if that stud had just finished a gym session of his, since his movements were so euphoric and his muscles powerfully quivered in need of some training -- especially his glutes, squeezed in those briefs that were way too tight for his hard and juicy butt cheeks, so that his huge figure looked even beefier.
The stud finally turned his beautiful face to me, an unusually scared expression depicted on it. Was he about to cry or what?
"Please bro, let me exp--"
Although he looked so pathetic in that way, I was so angry at him that I just wanted to insult him. Even his attractive and cocky face, now with that inexplicable puppy-eyed expression, couldn't save him from my rage.
"Fuck, Josh, this is definitely too much! This is exactly what I was talking about when I broke up with you, you're always going too far just to draw attention on yourself! Look at you, sneaking inside my room like a perv and, you know what, I think I'll call the police if you don't get your ass out of here!" Meanwhile, I couldn't help but get hornier the more I looked at him, and the way he flexed his ripped biceps.
As he completely turned his body I'm sure that my heart literally skipped a beat. I hoped that my face wasn't turning red.
Was it just me or Josh had really become a lot heftier from the last time? His chest was thicker and a lot buffer, so that it rippled even when he was staying still. However, now that he was desperately moving his solidly beefy arms the way only he did -- every time he moved it seemed that he was flexing, as though he wanted to show how cocky he was -- his pecs didn't stop for a moment, contracting and relaxing periodically. Their shadow covered his arched belly, bulging with his broad abs, which expanded whenever he breathed in. According to them, he was either very anxious or aroused, because his breath was laboured. And judging by his cock it was definitely the second option.
Firstly, let me say something: the only word I can use to describe Josh's lower parts is perfect. His legs were so bulging that his muscles seemed sculpted in marble, and every contraction they did they released a huge load of testosterone around them. Right now, for instance, his ripped thighs and calves were all pumped up, tensing in a great effort to support his huge torso.
Anyway, as I was saying, what caught my attention the most was between his legs. As his ass, his bulge was way too big for the underwear he was wearing, completely constricted by the briefs -- moreover, I could see that it was getting hard, and so even bigger. As a consequence, Josh's monstrously meaty dick wasn't completely covered by the underwear, and most of it was nude and visible to me, all squeezed up in the tight fabric in a most likely annoying way.
"Wait a moment" a terrible realization suddenly hit me, "those are Kyle's briefs." Ignoring the difference of size between me and my ex-boyfriend, I rushed into him and grabbed his ripped arms, the manly smell of his sweat inside my nostrils. I admit that I liked digging my fingers in his brawny, fleshy biceps, and I squeezed them even more not only to hurt him, but also to enjoy their massive smoothness.
"Where the fuck is my brother, you dickhead?" I tried shaking him, but it was useless. He was too towering and heavy for me. "Tell me!" It was a quite surrealistic situation, a huge alpha stud intimidated by a completely average guy.
I was even more surprised, to say the least, as I saw some tears running down his cheeks and then falling on me. He squatted a bit so that he could face me, which resulted in him flexing once again, his legs pumping up as two juicy buns. How cocky.
Then he placed his broad hands on my shoulders. "It's me, bro, please be quiet! I am Kyle!" he managed to sob.
I kept silent. I honestly didn't expect that, and I didn't know what to answer. The jock's desperate face was begging me to believe his words, but reason told me that it was impossible, and that Josh could play a tragedy like that only to get back with me.
Some seconds later I finally spoke, but I wasn't sure what I should think. "Please, Josh, leave. I won't call the police and no one will know about this, but you should know that you're being ridiculous. You made a mistake and at the moment I can't forgive you, so --"
I was unable to finish the sentence, as the hunk broke out into tears. "Please, Will, you must believe me!" he was slowly kneeling down, his buns swelling as they tensed, his imposing biceps stretching towards me. The situation became very embarrassing. For a second I even thought that he wanted to give me a blow job, but then I realized that he was too frantic. It made me seriously think about his words. He couldn't really be little Kyle, that was impossible!
However, before I could say or do something the doorbell rang. I decided to leave Josh -- or whoever he was -- in my room, because he was definitely too upset do be dangerous. I reached the door and looked through the peephole. My heart filled with joy as I was greeted by my brother's face, and I hurried to open the door.
"Kyle!"
"Hey, dude, what's up, you're pretty as fuck today" the teen smiled. He was wearing some over-sized clothes.
I was totally astonished. The only person who had ever spoken to me like that was Josh. I started fearing that the things Josh -- err, the stud in my room had told me were true.
"You're not Kyle" I replied.
"And you're too intelligent for me, my little twink, but I thought that you had already got what's going on. Didn't you see your bro, dude?" he laughed. "I hope you liked the little surprise. You liked that beefcake when we were together."
My eyes widened in shock, to my brother -- I mean, my ex-boyfriend-in-my-brother's-body pleasure. "S-so it's true" I whispered.
"Yeah! Cool, huh?"
I gulped. Oh no. It had to be a nightmare.
"Wha-what do you want from him, Josh? I am the one who broke up with you, not him"
"You're right, dude. But since you left, I've been thinking that if you don't wanna love me as your boyfriend, then you should love me as your little bro, the only man you'll actually love in your life. And I also thought that it would be harder to love him so purely with a body like that, huh" It was quite unexpected. I didn't think he could think so hard, but I guess that's what abstinence do. "So this morning I prepared my body. I had a workout session, so that you would remember what you liked about me," he winked at me "then I used a little trick to swap bodies with your cute brother" and then he stroked his own face.
"Don't you dare to touch my brother and give his body back" I calmly growled.
A mischievous grin appeared on his face.
"Only if you get back together with me and we move in together. No negotiation, princess."
My rage was growing, but I didn't want to hurt my brother's body. Somehow, I managed to keep calm and speak. "you're right. Today I remembered why I was attracted to you. But I also see that your shitty behavior hasn't changed. I may like you physically, but I can't love you because you showed once again that you're a disturbed scumbag and nothing more." Even before I finished, I realized that I had done some serious shit. With that speech I had completely fucked up all the chances I had to get back my brother's body. "Bu-but we can try, we--" I tried to fix it. But it was no use.
"Well, if this is what you want then have fun with your little brother, or with me, as you prefer. " Josh was seriously pissed off. He turned on his heels and moved on.
"No, please Josh, wait! I wasn't serious, I wasn't think--"
"If you change your mind, you know where to find me. If I want you to find me." he screamed, and then ran away. I tried to follow him, but Kyle had always been much faster than me, so I lost Josh in no time.
I got back home upset, thinking what I should say to my brother -- and, most importantly, how to deal with him, or better with Josh's body. I was getting horny only by thinking about him, and that was a serious problem. You can only imagine how my cock grew hard as I saw him, more than six feet and a half of pure muscles waiting for me on the floor almost completely naked.
"Uhm... Kyle?" I said as I entered the room. It was a very awkward situation, but I wanted him to feel at least comfortable. He was still sitting on the ground, dorkily trying to cross his bulging legs. As his muscles moved, I could see that they tensed and bulged so much that his underwear sank into his inflating flesh, almost torn apart.
"I-I heard everything" he sobbed, his head bowed. My heart sank as he spoke, because it was Josh's manly and attractive voice, yet its tone wasn't so cocky, but soft and simple as Kyle's. It was like the both of them were speaking at the same time.
"I'm sorry, Kyle." I murmured. "I was out of myself and I insulted him. Now you'll have to pay for my mistake..."
"Don't be sorry, he was blackmailing you. I should've helped you instead of staying here and crying" he couldn't cross his thick legs at all, so he gave up and stretched them on the floor, both his gaze and mine focused on his bulging limbs. His dick was still pushing against his tight briefs, but now it was prevaricating them: the meaty, wobbling bulge was practically hanging free, while its owner was trying to push it back with great embarrassment. I pretended not to see what he was doing, but I was secretly feeling guilty because I was somehow pleased by what I saw. My dick didn't grow harder only because it was already in its biggest size.
"Don't be stupid. You were scared and shocked" I got up and approached my drawer, "and you were right, because I was so useless that I couldn't even recognize you" I took something I knew would somehow fit him, a pair of briefs that Josh had once worn after we spent a night together. I threw it at Kyle, but he didn't catch them, still unaccostumed to his heavy arms, and therefore he had to pick it up from the floor. "Now get changed. I don't expect those to exactly fit you, but they're the biggest I have..."
He looked at me and turned red.
"O-okay, but turn around!"
"As you prefer" I shrugged. It was quite strange. We weren't so reserved with each other, considering we shared the same room. I had also already seen Josh's bare body many times before, so there was no need for Kyle to feel so ashamed.
"Are you still attracted to this body?" the question was sudden and unexpected. "I heard you before. Do you really like me -- I mean, this body?"
I suddenly felt hot and turned to face him.
"N-no! I'm not done yet! It's not that easy with this... Thing, these briefs just won't fit!" Josh's cocky and deep voice cracked.
"Okay, okay, sorry" To be honest, I had already caught a glimpse of his massive arms pushing and squeezing his bulging, juicy dick into my underwear. That definitely wasn't the right moment, as it turned my on even more. I was going to burst. "I won't lie, bro. Josh's body turns me on as fuck"
"Gross", he shily replied. But there was also some amusement in his voice. He was still the old, ironic Kyle after all, despite his cocky and manly voice.
"I know, but it's the truth. I like everything about Josh, his voice, his body, his muscles, his--"
"Please, stop, this makes me feel quite awkward. I don't mind it when you talk about your crushes, but... "
"Sorry" I heard him sitting down. "Can I turn?"
"I guess you can"
Kyle was sitting barechested on my bed, his head bowed. I approached him. I didn't want to get too close.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
My brother was most likely exploring his body. With his beefy arms contracted the both of us could see how heavily bulging his biceps were. Also his buff pecs, while his torso was bowed, stuck out from his athletic chest tensing and quivering along with his fine abs.
"I feel so... Embarrassed"
I put on a brave face and sit down next to him, trying to hide my boner as an acrid smell of manly sweat hit me. "Hey, hey, little bro, don't be depressed. We'll fix it, I promise"
Kyle raised his face and turned deadly serious. "Will" his gaze pierced me. I felt quite uneasy, as I was attracted to him. I was forcing myself not to look at his sweaty massive body.
"Yeah?"
"Don't hit on me"
I burst into laughter. "Do you think I'm some kind of sex addict?" I surrounded his bulky body with my right arm. Underneath my skin I could perceive his bulging arms and back, still clammy and smelly from Josh's workout. His powerful muscles were twitching now and then, pushing against my relatively weak limb. "You're my little bro, Kyle, it doesn't matter if you look like my buff ex-boyfriend or whoever. It will be hard for me, but I can handle it. Just... Don't hang around half-naked too much, as you usually do"
He chuckled. "I'll try my best"
We stayed like that for some minutes, my arm around him. His prudence was slowly replaced by his usual warmth and after some time he leaned on me. However, since he wasn't my slim, light brother anymore, my body was almost collapsing under his weight.
"Uhm... Kyle?"
"Mhh?" he looked at me.
"You're a bit too heavy for me"
His eyes widened and he lifted his body. "I-I'm sorry, please forgive me! Really, I didn't mean to make you feel uneasy, I was absent-minded, I promise it wo--"
"Calm down, bro! I'm just saying that I'm too thin to bear your weight" I giggled.
"I know, but please tell me if I do something that... Turns you on. I just act as I normally do, I don't know any other way to act."
I sighed. "I know. I really appreciate that, but I think it's too late, ahah."
"Then, what can I do?"
I came up with an idea. "First, have a shower, you're all sweaty and smelly." I really don't know if straight guys like him are aware that sweat smell is so arousing. I decided not to tell him. "Then, please, when you get out from the bathroom put on some large clothes, because tight clothes make me really horny an--"
Kyle blushed and placed his hands on his bulge, squeezed into my tight briefs. "Will, please! I can't use my clothes though!"
"Definitely not. I'll see if dad left some clothes here, but I'm pretty sure we'll have to buy at least some underwear for Josh's "
"Stop it!" Kyle's face turned completely red and he gave me a powerful nudge. I chuckled in response. It was fun to seem both him and Josh so shily embarrassed.
"Speaking about that, what will dad say?" he sighed.
"Nah, don't worry" I reassured him, "you'll be back to normal before he comes back. Now go get a shower, please, you need it."
"Yeah, I guess so" he stood up dorkily and swayed, still unaccustomed to his new body mass.
On the other hand, I gulped as his bulging ripped back was right in front of me, and powerfully flexed -- unbeknownst to its owner -- as he headed toward the bathroom. "Close the door, bro. I beg you." I shouted at him. He gave me a cute thumbs up, and my heart literally melted, while my dick hardened beyond any human capability.
It would be a very difficult cohabitation. But I wouldn't leave my brother alone.
You little cunt, stop it right now. I'm not joking
Oh yeah? I'm not getting orders from you 💁♂️
FUCK I won't repeat myself, LEAVE my body alone
Or else? Are you beating the shit out of me? Lol
Sam you bitchy fag GIVE ME MY BODY BACK, I TOLD YOU I'M NOT JOKING
I hate this too, do you think I like being in your body? Everyone thinks I'm just a homophobic asshole. I'm just having some fun, I don't even know how we swapped bodies in the first place
The medium at the fair
Seriously? 🤦♂️ That was a regular street scammer, don't tell me you have never seen one before
Yeah but we had a fight in her hut
Nonono, you were insulting me and calling me a fag AS ALWAYS, you homophobic piece of shit, it was YOUR fault
And YOU called me a privileged straight pervert who can only think about pussy
Yeah because I knew you would get mad and I wanted to insult you back for once
Ugh... And that's what happened, stupid fag, are you happy now?
Could you stop calling me fag for once?! We are even stuck in each other's body, so technically YOU are the fag now.
Don't you dare
There's no need to tell me you are probably beating your meat over the photos I sent you
STOP IT, I'M DEADLY SERIOUS
Oh, so you are? Eheh, here another one
[Austin W. sent a picture]
Sculpted abs, defined pecs, hairy muscular legs. You like my athletic body, don't you? 😏
I'M GONNA KILL YOU. NO JOKE. PUT SOME CLOTHES ON.
Ooooh, someone is jealous of my hot body. Sorry, you can't have my guns, BUT I'll let you have another pic. This time I'll be TOTALLY NAKED
FUCKING BITCH I'M DEADLY SERIOUS
No need to thank me, I'm just very generous, I know fags like you can't help but DROOL over my flawless, toned physique
I know you wish I could crush you with my thick athletic thighs, but you know, I'm a proud homophobic asshole, I'm not doing that
YOU LITTLE FAG I SWEAR I'M RUINING YOUR LIFE
You've already done it, insulting me for years. For what? Why did you do it? I mean, now that I'm inside you I can even understand you like me
What the actual fuck... Don't try doing that, I'm not gay and you can't pretend I am only because YOU can't accept yourself
Austin. Seriously. Whenever I look at my old self I get a boner.
So? YOU're still a fag, our sexualities haven't switched
Yes, they have. I was not attracted to myself before. Plus I can see you saved my instagram photos, Austin.
Austin?
I can see you're online
Fuck Austin there's nothing wrong in being attracted to other men, get over it
I'm NOT attracted to men. Stop it. I saved your photos because I wanted to show them to someone else.
You're also in my body now, nobody will judge you if you have some fuck with guys
Austin?
Fuck
Heh
I guess it was just a matter of time before someone eventually would find it out
Sooo... You can admit you were actually beating your meat on the photos I sent you before 😋
...
That's unfair, you should send me some photos too
...
[Samuel S. sent a picture]
LOOOL THOSE SHORTS, didn't they make me look like a fag?
Yeah, I mean... I actually liked them.
I can see that, I'm horny right now
Stop.
Okok, sorry... So what are we doing?
We should meet. You know, so that we can figure out what to do next.
Yeah, you can come over your place. I mean, MY place. You know what I mean.
Yeah.
Anyway I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in these years. I really mean it
I'm not good at apologies, I'll try my best once Iget there
Well it's not like I can forget everything...
So?
So I think I'll have to punish you 😏
Oh. Ok. Sounds legit.
I'm letting you lick my pecs, little cunt. And I'll crush your cute frame with my hairy legs.
I would never say something like that
Yeah but I think that made you horny
...Kind of
Then I'll hug you tightly with my strong, hard arms, and kiss your neck
That's really sweet
And fuck your bubble but with my meaty dick
Yeah I got it
We'll look for that medium later, I promise
No hurry about that. I'm getting in the car. See you later
See you later
After some posts by @realhankmccoy, @joshslater and @0ng0ingw0rk on forced changes into douche-dom without any mental changes, it got me thinking
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Becoming Instafamous #1
So I thought I should make a little diary about how my life took a different direction. I used to be pretty average, hardworking and humble. I had a pretty regular life and had my group of friends, I followed their lives on social media and also followed social other random “influencers” on Instagram - mainly for the eye candy, but some of their posts I often just found a bit douchey, unintelligent and clichéed. I, however, didn’t really post much other than the occasional landscape or building when travelling.
While on a work trip, I bumped into one of these guys I follow called Max. We were both sat on a bench at the train station, and I could see him to the right of me editing a selfie on his iPhone - I guess that must be that Lightroom app. I struck up a conversation with him and he told me about how it’s a lot of effort to keep up with his fans, “#community” he said aloud. Who even says those things? “It would be nice to actually have a break from it for a few days.” And with that, the gust of a high speed train passing through the station blew us both, hurling dust into the air and we both closed our eyes, hunkered down and waited for the train to pass. When I opened my eyes again, I noticed an iPhone in my hand and large holes in my ripped jeans.
“What the fuck?” I said aloud in a different voice. I looked to my left and could see my old body as equally confused as me. “What did you do?! I’m…. you now!” The new me was equally as surprised, but was speechless. “Oh man, I guess I really can take a break from social media for a few days!” He looked down at my body “Hmmm, not bad, guess I can also take a break from working out every day and eat what I like for a few days - this is gonna be awesome!” He seemed to be taking it quite well.
I looked down at myself and saw that I was now that muscular guy from Instagram. Damn, people are gonna look at me and just see some vein, self-absorbed douche. Look at me, who even wears this much jewelry? I examine my fingers and forearms. And these ripped jeans are so not my style. I look into the screen of my iPhone. With the screen off I see the mirrored image of my face. But fuck I do look hot - look at my perfect hair and those piercing eyes. I pout a little at the screen. I press the home button and it reads my finger and opens the phone - surprising, but logical when you think about it, this is my body’s phone after all. A new Instagram post is primed and ready to go. My old body says “Yeah I was just about to post that, add some hashtags and post it.” I add some tags like #community #fitfam #tattoos #ootd #malemodel. All the douchey things I can think of and post it. I chuckle to myself, feeling ironic. Then the likes start flooding in from my…. 130K followers. Nice! I start racking up the likes and feel myself getting hard. Seems people love me and who can blame them - I was one of them. I can’t help but smile. I then start looking through my other photos and and start replying to some comments, hooked on the feeling of love and attention from adoring fans. I never understood why you would want to post so much of your life online, but now that I am getting this attention, I am starting to get it - it feels nice!
Meanwhile, my old body is not sure what to do as we continue to wait for the train. He has no photos to post and no community to look after. He quickly checks my Instagram feed but gets quickly bored, leaving him to just sit there and watch the world go by, It’s a calming experience to just see people walking about and not worry about fans or where to shoot the next set of photos. After daydreaming for the first time in months, he looks over to me typing away on his old phone and thinks “Wow, was that me? Always in my phone and letting the real world pass me by?” He is equally shocked by the change in perspective and is glad to be starting on the digital detox.
I put my phone down and start examining myself. I look at the size of my new muscular arms and the intricacies of my sleeve. I start moving and flexing my arm to take in all the details. To my old body and to the passersby, I must look like such a self-absorbed douche as I check myself out - so narcissistic. I start getting hard again.
Grindr Swap #1
I was scrolling through Grindr when a guy caught my eye. He was what most people would call a chav: tracksuit, trainers, tattoos, cigarette in hand. The total opposite to me, but that just made him all the more attractive. I read Jay’s profile “lookin 4 hot successful guys with $$$”. Hmmmm, he seems like a bit of a gold digger, but I would fit the bill he’s looking for - he might find me a bit boring, since I mostly just working at my corporate job, but saying ‘hey’ can’t hurt.
We start exchanging messages, he asks about my life, my work, my salary, and I ask about his. Seems he lives on a nearby housing estate, works a manual job and is looking to better himself. Well you have to admire his ambition. After chatting for a few hours, I invite him over to my place for a drink.
He arrives to the door of my apartment and I let him in “You’re looking really hot!” I tell him. “Thanks, lookin good yourself Paul mate” he replies. We continue talking before the conversation turns to our differences. He tells me “You’re so lucky mate, you’ve got your life sorted. Wish I had all this.” I consider his comment and reply “Why thank you, it took a lot of hard work and my life can be stressful. I wish I could take a break from it all sometimes, if I’m honest…” Apparently that’s exactly what he wanted me to say. A sly grin appears on his face. “Well, looks like both our wishes might get granted tonight!” He takes a coin out of his pocket and puts his hand on my chest. A current of electricity pulses through our bodies and our bodies become malleable. I look down and see my body moving like jelly, before it begins to reform into a solid state, only this time, it doesn’t look like me. I look back up and see my own face “What the…” I say before covering my mouth. That’s not my voice!
“Don’t worry, I have just swapped our bodies. I get to enjoy your life and your money, and you can take a well earned break” His reply sounds just like me, the voice and the words. He must have been studying me this whole time. “Now, let’s swap clothes and no one will be able to tell the difference. You thought I was hot? Well now you are!” I strip off my Tommy Hilfiger shirt, the tailored trousers and the Hugo Boss underwear and replace them with non-descript underwear, Nike trainers and a black tracksuit. To anyone else, I was Jay and he was Paul.
In the pocket of my former trousers, the new Paul finds my wallet. He opens it and sees a good amount of cash “Fuck yeah” he exclaims “Let’s go grab a drink, I’m buying, Jay. Where is my favourite bar?” “Okay, sure we can go to Gerard’s”. I lead him out of my apartment, he makes sure to take the keys and lock the door, as I lead him to my favourite bar. As we go to enter, the doorman stops me Sorry sir, can’t come in dressed like that.” I look down and realise he doesn’t recognise me and thinks I am a full blown chav. His comment makes me feel angry, which is weird, because I never get angry. I clench my fists. Wow, this body doesn’t seem to be very good at handling its emotions. My former self steps in, smooth talks the doorman, and leads me away calmly to find somewhere else.
We decide on a restaurant nearby. It must look so weird for everyone else in the restaurant. And we must have confused the waiter too, as I order a glass of Pinot Noir and my former sophisticated self orders “the cheapest beer you have”. I order the lamb rump and my companion a burger with fries and ketchup. The drinks arrive and I take a sip of the wine. “Eurgh, that tastes revolting!” I exclaim “Rank!” Paul says as he sips the tall glass of lager. “Let’s swap” I suggest, and I take the glass of cold lager and take a gulp. “Ahhhh, much better!” I respond. “Tastes must be linked with the body and not the mind.”
“Sounds about right” my body replies, savouring the wine. “But if you are going to be me, you need to start thinking less and start calling everyone ‘mate’” “Oh, yeah, you’re right. Sorry mate” I reply to him. Saying those words in this voice with this body made me hard.
The food arrives and Paul decides to take the lamb, leaving me with the burger. It tasted fucking amazing. And I just wanted to put ketchup on everything, I felt like a kid but it tasted so good. “Mmmm, mate, this tastes awesome” Paul chuckled. As the meal ends, I feel myself getting agitated. Paul noticed. “Looks like you need to go for a smoke…” He hints at me. I feel inside the pockets of my tracksuit. In one I find my phone and in the other, a box of cigarettes. Having never smoked in my life, I realise it must just be what this body needs. I head outside, nervous that I will cough like a teenager trying for the first time, but I light up and take a drag and a wave of pleasure flows over me. Mmmmmm, that feels great, I say to myself. I was really getting into this body. I feel like I can do whatever I like. The smoking causes a build up of phlegm in my mouth, which I decide to spit out onto the floor. A couple leaving the restaurant look at me with disgust. Ha, I look like a proper chav now, and it feels so liberating. I walk back into the restaurant and sit back down. “Woah, you stink of smoke!” Paul tells me. “I didn’t realise I stank like that.” his face shows a faint look of disgust, which only makes me feel prouder. Fuck, I didn’t realise how stuck up I was. “Just what this body needed tho mate.” I say, settling into the life of Jay.
Swapping Stone
requested by musclegrowthmaker123
‘Sorry man… I’m busy tonight.’ Ceaser looked down at his phone and sighed. It was another Friday night that John was blowing him off on. He’d been trying to back off a little thinking that something must have been bothering his friend so he decided he wouldn’t push it too hard.
“Oh well,” Ceaser said as he stood up from the riverbed. He’d gotten into colleting rocks recently and spent his days down by the river when his friends were busy. He’s found quite a few stones that looked really nice. They were so smooth to the touch from the river. He always loved finding new ones. But the sun was starting to set and he needed to head home before dark. As he was turning around, a bright glimmer caught his eye. It was a purple light that was bouncing off a stone in the river.
Ceaser took his shoes off again and waded into the water. He reached down and grabbed the purple stone. “Woah,” he smiled at how brightly colored the stone was. He’d never seen anything like it before. Just watching the light reflect off its shiny sides was getting Ceaser excited. “This is so cool!” he exclaimed.
Tossing it in his pocket he rode back to his house. The sun was almost completely gone as he entered the front door. His dad looked up from his chair. “Thought you were going out,” he said gruffly.
“Uhhh… No… Not tonight. Everyone’s busy,” he shuffled around in his pocket holding onto the stone. “I’m probably going to do something tomorrow.”
“You should go out tonight,” his dad repeated. In Ceaser’s nervousness he kept running the stone through his fingers. It helped keep him a little calm but, “You playing with yerself when I’m talking to you?” His dad stood up from the chair. “Da fuck is wrong with you?!” He towered over his 18 year old son. The two didn’t have anything in common. Even their stature was completely different. “Huh?”
“No!” Ceaser whined back. “I… I found this stone.” He pulled it out and it started to shine even brighter. “It’s really smooth and I…”
“This is what you do all day?” His father’s voice raised as Ceaser pulled himself back. “No wonder you’ve only got like three fucking friends.” His father walked around clenching his fists. “Just go around all day and play with fucking rocks. Why don’t you get yourself a girl or somethin? You know be a real fucking man!” He flexed his body menacingly. It was something he did when he was angry. “Stop playing with these stupid rocks!”
His father reached for the stone but Ceaser pulled it in. He gripped it tightly in his hand while his dad struggled to pull it away. “No…” he fought back. Ceaser used all his strength to hold onto it while his dad tried to pry it out. For a second he was surprised at just how long he’d been able to hold onto it. Ceaser opened his eyes but his mouth dropped with it. “D-d-dad?” he asked. “What’s happening to you?!”
The question snapped his dad out of his anger. “Da fu…” he couldn’t finish the curse as he stared down at his body. The large size he’d gained over years of working outside with his body were dwindling away. His shirt that wrapped tightly around his torso was loose. It drifted to one of his shoulders. “What’s happening to me?!” he bellowed looking down at his own body. Everything around his was growing bigger. He took a step back and his foot fell right out of his shoe. “This is crazy. This is impossible.” The deep callouses on his hands faded away while the hair on his chest and arms retreated. There was barely anything left about him that screamed the big tough guy he was.
“You look like you’re as old as me…” Ceaser uttered.
“S-son…” his dad said. “Look at you…”
Ceaser’s eyes turned toward himself. “What the.!?” His voice was deeper as his exclaimed the confusion. “I’m..” he turned his hands over and back watching those fingers thicken. He could see the hair developing up his arms and covering his body. His shirt was too small as it stretched tightly around his upper body. “This is… Crazy…” he muttered feeling his shoes tighten around his much larger feet. The 8 sized shoes were far too small as one of them burst through the front showing off his toes. He took a step closer to his dad and stared down at him. “This is fuckin crazy…”
His dad took a step back almost of instinct. He wasn’t used to being around someone so much bigger than him. He held onto the waist of his pants trying not to let them fall. “Yeah… I don’t have any idea what’s going on,” he said. “Wait… Why’d I say it like that?”
“I don’t fuckin know dad,” Ceaser cursed. “Da fuck?” He couldn’t help but curse when he was feeling a little confused.
“I guess we’re developing each other speech patterns too…” his dad said. Ceaser goes and sits in what was his dad’s chair. He leans back into it making himself comfortable. “Don’t get too used to that…”
“You gonna stop me?” Ceaser flexes. Seeing his dad’s face drop in fear Ceaser grins and turns back to the TV. He’d never been interested in MMA before but couldn’t turn his eyes away from it. The phone next to him lit up. “Huh?” Ceaser grabbed it.
“Don’t look at that!” his dad shouts running for the phone. But it’s already in Ceaser’s grasp. He tries to wrestle it away but Ceaser pushes him down.
“And why the fuck not?” he stands up asserting his dominance again. His dad doesn’t respond. Ceaser scoffs at the person in front of him. His eyes turn back to the phone as he scrolls through it. It’s his friend John. There’s an entire conversation with Ceaser’s friend John. “Da fuk?” he grits his teeth as he sees large series of messages back and forth with Ceaser’s friend. “What’re you textin my friend fer? What’re meetin him for so much?” Ceaser keeps scrolling through his dad’s phone when he sees John’s nudes. His face blushes as his dick hardens. “You’ve got to be shittin me.”
‘Ceaser gone yet?’
I was just looking at new headphones. Could I get the yellow headphones? I need a new pair for the gym.
Hi. I’m sorry you waited so long for your gift, but I had a lot of unfinished business. Well. You want new headphones? There’s a pair of yellow headphones in the bag, but I have absolutely no idea what owning them will do. Will you take them to the gym? Whatever you say. I’ll follow you and see if you don’t mind.
You’ve already changed into sports clothes and put on your new headphones. They played your favorite music, but suddenly you felt a slight dizziness and goosebumps coming from your head to the coccyx. You continue to do approaches, pulling iron, but at some point you realize that it became more difficult for you to carry out your approaches. You’re almost at the end of your strength and barely finish your 30 push-UPS…
You don’t understand what’s going on, but I can see what’s going on with you. All your muscles that you worked so hard at this gym are starting to melt. You become slim and thin with a small amount of muscle, which is only enough to pull up on the bar 10 times and boast to the beach with your skinny abs. Your sports Jersey turns into a black long sleeve t-shirt and your shorts into jeans. Your hair is getting lighter and longer. I think you should watch a couple of online lessons on long hair care now. Your face rearranges and becomes more refined and beautiful, as if you were created for the stage. For the stage? what were you just thinking?
Oh yeah.. as it turned out, these headphones long time ago lost one of the members of the University drama club. His skills are yours and his roles, of course. While you cope with the influx of all the scenarios and roles, holding your head, let me capture you for my readers. Good luck ;)
LifeX: Beta testing
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Hi everyone :) here is my first story. I’ve been around tumblr for a long time but never felt enough confident to publish my own stories. But being in this weird period of lockdown and forced to stay home, here is my first story. The pictures are not mine and I’ve found them on tumblr, so they belong to you, send me a message and I’ll take them down.
Hope you’ll like it and feel free to send me a message to tell me what you think of it :)
Thanks to @bodilychanges for his feedback and his ideas :)
Last point, English is not my native language so sorry if you see some mistakes ^^’
Enjoy :)
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All around the world, everything was stopped and everyone had to stay at home, hopping that tomorrow would be a better day.
Nathan had to stay home too. He just graduated from University and was looking for his first work when all this pendemia happened. And now he was trapped in his small appartment with nothing to do of his days except looking for a job that he couldn’t find. Fortunately, he had some incomes thanks to his skills in gaming. Indeed, Nathan had a youtube channel and thanks to the views, he could survive untill all this lockdown would be over. Nathan is 5,9 feet talls and has a light tanned skin thanks to his father side of his family. He had dark hair and a light stubble. His body is not jock like but in University, he began to do more exercices and do some running, not to become a muscle hunk but just to stay in shape. His ears are pierced and he has diamond rings. Other then that, his body is basic. Not too muscled and not too hairy. Just a latino american graduated student who spend his days playing games waiting for all this pendemia to be over to finally take his first step into his active life.
Today was not different from any other one. The lockdown had begin 1 month ago and Nathan was getting quiet annoyed. He had already do everything he could do in his house and now he was walking in his appartment, looking throw his window hopping he could go outside. Suddenly, Nathan heard a DING notification coming from his laptop.
“Dear Nathan, we heard about you on your Youtube channel and we think we could work well together. Our company LifeX his planning to land a new game and we were wondering if you could help us with beta testing and promoting him. Your content is exactly what we need and we think we could do a great collaboration together. Of course we will send you a compensation for your work. Waiting for any news from you, LifeX”
After thinking about this, Nathan decided to accept the proposition. He was bored and had nothing to do so why not doing it, and if it was paid it was all worth it. As soon as he said yes, he received an other mail with a link to download the game. Other then that, he had no information at all about the game. After clicking on the link and a few minutes of downloading, he finally could launch the game and some video started introducing it.
“Dear customer, Welcome to LifeX. In this new kind of game, you’ll create your ideal life and enjoy your day in your own created universe. To achieve this, we’ll need some informations about you and your ideal world. But don’t worry nothing too personal, just the basic informations. For now please enjoy your ideal life in your own unique universe. Welcome to your world, welcome to LifeX”
Nathan was surprised, the game looked real good and was displaying different type of environments. A wonderfull tropical island bathing in the dawn sunlight, a futuristic city with blue neon light illuminating the city, a fantastical themePark with wonderfull attractions and gigantic structures. This game seemed to have it all and was hyper realistic. Following this video, a new window opened and it was the question the voice talked about a few minutes before. Now more enthousiast then ever, Nathan went for it and answered the questions:
Name: Nathan Brown Age: 24 Location: Orlando Gender: Male
Once all the questions were answered, one last window appeared and asked for the time of simulation. After thinking about it, Nathan said to himself: “Well, I guess this lockdown will be going for another month so I’m just gonna put one month and see what it is like, then maybe I’ll start an other game or just resume this one.” after entering the empty champ, a melodic sound resonated in his room, followed by the presentation voice once again.
“Thanks for answering all the information Nathan. Now to begin your game, you are going to create your avatar and then you’ll be good to go and begin your new life”
A new window appeared. It was a creation window with a Human in T pose in the center of the screen. On the left side were parameters about the height, muscles, ethnic background, skin color, skin eye and even more options. After playing with the parameters for a little while, Nathan began to really creates his avatar. He went for a male avatar. Then nathan went to the parameters and put the height cursor to the right and the avatar grew to 6,2 feets tall. Then the muscles cursor to the right and his avatar’s muscles bulged around. Nathan pushed to cursor all the way and saw a huge bodybuilder on the screen, bu then decided it was way too much and put it back to the ¾ of the right. His avatar muscles were not too big but still could be seem through any clothes. Then he opened the face parameters and decided to give his avatar a perfect square jaw with perfect lips, not too big but just perfect to kiss and give pleasure to anyone. Then he gave himself cute bushy eyebrows that framed a very nice sight and wonderful deep green eyes. To finish his face, he gave himself some messy natural dark brown hair curls. After finishing the last details of his head and body, he opened the hair parameters and decided he didn’t want any body hair except for his head and pubes with a little happy trail coming aorund his belly button. No armpits hairs or chest hair at all. And no stubble either. To finish it, he put the skin crusor to the right until the avatar had a perfect natural tanned skin. When he thought he was done with the creation, a new window opened asking for the clothing, and after puting so much work in his character, he decided to put just some blue jeans with some black underwear. To finish it all, he added some neon Orange sunglasses on his face. That’s it , Nathan was done, all he had to do was giving his avatar a name and a background and then he was done. “Let think, He need a perfect name, not too jockish but just perfect for his body. Joe? Nick?… No, it doesn’t represent him… I got it: Cody. yea that’s it Cody. And you will be a Fitness youtuber who loves to hike in the wild. You are not very smart but not dumb either because you dropped out after gratuationg High School. Yea that’s it. Now for the environment, let’s go with some natural Rocky mountain, lost in the nature and far from eveyrhting, and specially this small appartment I’m trapped in.” After clicking on the ending validation button. A new sound came out of his computer and the voice spoke again. “Now that your avatar is done, you can start playing. Enjoy your month Nathan and enjoy your LifeX experience.”
As soon as the voice stopped talking, Nathan’s screen went off and shut down. For a second, he thought all this game was in fact a malware and even if he tried to power up his computer again, he still had a black screen. But after 30 seconds, a loading symbol appeared in the center of the screen and as it turned in an endless spiral, the lights in his appartment flickered. Then a new message in white letters appeared in the deep dark screen. “Welcome to LifeX” As he saw this message, he felt a weird sensation in his fingers. Nathan watched them and saw a weird green hue appeared at the tip of his nail slowly flowing through his fingers. As the itch grew stronger and stronger, he felt a pulling sensation on them and then saw numbers flowing out of the tip of his fingers. After a few seconds his nails were gone and the green hue was flowing faster and faster through his skin. Nathan screamed in panic as he watched his body being numerized in 1 and 0 and saw them flying and disapearing in the dark abyssal screen. In only a few seconds, all that was left of Nathan was his clothing resting in his gaming chair facing his dark screen.
Nathan opened his eyes and he was naked in some dark place. He was afraid and screaming for help. Then he heard a voice. The same voice presenting the game a few minutes before. “Welcome to your new life Nathan. Don’t panic, this process is normal and painless. In a few minutes, you’ll begin your dreamed life in your ideal rocky montains environment. For now just relax and feel calm, your avatar synchronisation will begin in 5,4,3,2,1…” Then Nathan’s body froze in a T pose. He couldn’t move anymore and was really panicking now. Suddenly out of nowhere, he felt his bones elongating and his legs growing Until he was 6,2. He felt his muscles growing out and his body fat melting out of his pores. His muscles were bulging and growing untill he had the same body has his avatar. Then in an awfull pain, he felt his face rearange and his jaw bones sharpen as his baby face fat vanished. He could feel his eyebrow getting bushier and his lips getting fuller. Then out of nowhere, the worst pain he felt until then happened and his vision faded out. He couldn’t see anymore. But after a short 5 seconds, his vision came back, but instead of his average vision, he now had a perfect sight. He also felt like something was different with them. Then out of nowhere, he felt all his body hair retracting back in his body except for his pubes and head. Nathan was nearly fainting out, it was just too much for a single person. But as he was begging for realease in his mind, he heard once again the voice. “Synchronisation done, now nathan you’ll enter the last part of the procedure and then you’ll be realesed in your new life. Enjoy”
Nathan still couldn’t move a single finger but he felt something wraping around his legs, feets and croth area. He couldn’t watch what was hapening but he guessed that was some kind of clothing. Then in front of his eyes, he saw 1 and 0 appears and dark glasses encased in neon orange plastic apperaed in front of his eyes. Now he understood it all. His body has morphed in the one of his avatar, Cody, which mean then the last step was the mind wrapping. Nathan begged once more but he felt the worst pain he ever felt untill then storming in his brain. It was like he felt all his memories and history getting ripped out of him. He tried to remember it all, repeating his life in his head trying not to forget too much things. “My name is nathan and I live in orlando. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a youtube channel and I love playing videogames.
My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a youtube channel and I love playing videogames. What? Something is wrong I don’t live in yosemit I live in … OMG where do I live if it’s not in Yosemite. Of course it’s here? But no wait this is wrong… My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I’m a graduated student and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. Wait no I don’t have a fitness channel I have a gaming channel. I love playing videogames with my bros on the field. I love when we play football and spend time on the field instead of staying in my room watching Tv or god’s know what. My name is nathan and I live in Yosemite. I stopped my studies at the end of HighSchool and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. No this is wrong,I just graduated from the University and I’m looking for a job. And even if all the gyms are closed I still have my channel to gain some money. After all I’m not the sharpest tool in the box but not the smoothest one either. Ok I dropped out after Highschool but who doesn’t nowadays. And I still got my body to become a fitness trainer. My name is Cody and I live in Yosemite. I stopped my studies at the end of HighSchool and I love my family. I have a fitness youtube channel and I love playing sport with my mates. No my name is not Cody, it’s Nath… what was I talking about.. Oh yea that’s right I’m Cody.”
With that last sentence, Cody heard one last time the voice “Welcome to your new life, Welcome to LifeX” following it the dark area he was trapped in vanished i 1 and 0 to let a beautifull natural park. Cody turned on himself and then stroked an arm behind his head to scratch his hairs. He then looked around him not realising he now had a tattoo in roman number on the side of his chest. Cody then began walking and enjoying the sunny day in this perfect natural environment, not realising deep inside his head, Nathan was trapped in this false numerized body and begging for this to end.
On the other side of the world, a notification appeared on the screen of the LifeX CEO. “Nathan Brown: currently Cody appeared in the Rocky Mountain realm. Time remaining:30 days 23 hours 59 minutes 55 seconds.” The CEO smiled as he understood his technology was working and soon he could do a lot of profit with it…
L'agent mutagène P51
- "Soldat Pivert, l'armée vous remercie pour votre participation au test de l'agent mutagène P51 !" dit le Général. Depuis longtemps, l'armée utilise ses hommes pour tester de nombreux produits sensés améliorer leurs capacités. Mais aujourd'hui les médecins militaires testent une molécule de transformation tirée du crash de Roswell. - "Asseyez-vous ici et enlevez votre chemise" Une infirmière s'approche de Pivert et lui fait une injection dans le bras. Suite à cela le corps du soldat se transforme en quelques secondes. Sa peau s'assombrie, ses muscles gonflent et son visage change pour devenir la copie exacte du visage du sergent Washington, un autre militaire dont on a utilisé le sang pour préparer le mutagène que l'on vient d'injecter à Pivert. C'est le tout premier test sur sujet humain. Les hauts gradés et les médecins sont ébahis de la réussite du premier échantillon et de la transformation complète du soldat. C'est en voyant leur air étonné que le soldat baisse la tête. Lui n'a pas été informé de l'effet réel du produit. La couleur noire de ses mains et de son ventre le surprend. Il regarde ses bras et tâte ses larges biceps. Enfin il pose ses mains sur ses joues "Mon visage... mon visage a changé ? Qu'est-ce que vous m'avez fait ?!" - "Veuillez-vous déshabiller s'il vous plait" Fébrile, le soldat s'exécute. En baissant son pantalon il constate que ses jambes aussi ont été transformées. Et la bosse de son boxer augure d'un autre changement. En effet, quand il baisse son sous-vêtement il découvre le sexe du sergent Washington entre ses jambes. L'équipe scientifique s'agite autour de lui. On lui fait une prise de sang. Le Général renvoi tout le monde pour rester seul avec lui. Sous le choc, Pivert tient sa nouvelle bite noire dans la main quand le général vient se planter au-dessus de lui avec un air grave et lui dit : - "On ne s'attendais pas à ce que cela fonctionne du premier coup. On ne sait pas combien de temps vous allez garder cette apparence. Vous êtes donc maintenant tenu au secret et vous ne quittez plus la base jusqu'à nouvel ordre !" Source2 : gaymilitaryfuck.com
Le couple sur la plage
Un groupe d'amis descend dans le sud de la France pour y passer l'été. Aujourd’hui ils se sont retrouvés dans le massif avant d'aller à la plage. Ils descendent sur un petit chemin en direction de la côte et surplombent les plages. A deux-cent mètres en dessous d'eux ils aperçoivent un couple nu cachés dans une crique. Le groupe d'amis est amusé. Ils les observent quelques instants. Puis un des mecs propose d'utiliser le sort de possession pour envoyer l'un d'eux dans le corps de l'homme en bas. Le groupe décide que ce sera Samy. A 18 ans c'est le plus jeune de la bande. Il n'a jamais possédé quelqu'un et n'a pas trop envie de le faire à l'improviste comme ça. Les autres ne lui demandent pas son avis et Amélie sort le livre de magie pour jeter le sort. Il a tout juste le temps de dire "Non, arrêtez !" puis perd connaissance. Samy a la vue troublée. Il se frotte les yeux et constate qu'il est nu. Ils l'ont fait ! Ses amis l'ont envoyé dans le corps du mec sur la plage ! D'abords il sent la différence de corpulence de ce corps plus grand et plus lourd. Samy est désorienté. Il regarde rapidement autour de lui. Il est assis sur une serviette et la femme est allongée à côté de lui. Samy est vraiment mal à l'aise. Ce corps n'est pas le sien mais il ressent parfaitement chacun de ses membres. Il lève le bras droit et le pose sur "son" ventre. Tient, il remarque que le mec a les couilles rasées. Samy hésite un peu puis il descend la main pour attraper "son" paquet. La sensation est étrange. Soudain il se met à bander involontairement. Il prend peur, comment va réagir la femme à côté. Elle l'a vue. "Laisse-moi m'occuper de ça" dit-elle en se tournant. La femme se penche et tend le bras pour attraper la large bite qui se dresse entre les jambes de Samy. Pour une première possession ses amis l'ont envoyé dans une situation vraiment gênante. Il sent son coeur batte à 200 à l'heure dans "sa" poitrine. Il fait tout pour ne rien montrer à la femme collée à lui. Combien de temps ses amis vont le laisser dans ce corps ? Après plusieurs minutes d'une lente et douce masturbation, Samy sent les contractions de sa prostate qui augurent d'une éjaculation proche. A ce moment il se dit que ce n'est pas normal. Il appréhende le fait d'avoir un orgasme dans le corps d'un autre. Mais sa peur disparait lorsque l'éjaculation arrive. Il oublie tout et le plaisir le submerge. Il ferme les yeux et se laisse faire pendant que la femme continue de le caresser amoureusement. Il est relaxé. Sans prévenir, la femme lui attrape vigoureusement les testicules et elle tire dessus. Samy fait une petite grimasse mais il se laisse faire. Ensuite elle tape un coup sec du plat de la main sur ses couilles. La douleur fait sursauter Samy. Cela doit être un jeu sexuel de ce couple alors il ne dit rien. Mais la femme frappe une deuxième fois, puis une troisième plus fort. Samy sursaute et ne peut s'empêcher de grogner de douleur. La femme a un petit fou rire en voyant sa réaction. Samy ne sait pas ce qu'il doit faire. Puis elle lui dit "Je vais arrêter de te faire souffrir Samy" Quoi ? Comment connait-elle son vrai prénom ? En réalité, Amélie avait pris possession de la femme juste après avoir envoyé Samy dans l'homme. C'est elle qui l'a branlé et joué avec lui depuis tout ce temps. "Je n'ai envie que d'une chose depuis tout à l'heure" elle dit en se levant. Elle enjambe l'homme/Samy et s'assoit sur sa bite. Ils baisent ensemble chacun dans le corps d'un inconnu. C'est à ce moment que leurs amis les rejoignent dans la crique.
Magie celte
Gaël promène son chien dans la forêt bretonne en ce matin de printemps. Sur le trajet il s'arrête devant un dolmen. Il voit un objet briller entre les brins d'herbe pendant que son chien lève la pâte sur le rocher. Il gratte un peu la terre et trouve un médaillon en or. Il est très usé mais Gaël reconnait des symboles celtes. A-t-il trouvé un objet ancien qu'il pourrait revendre pour se faire de l'argent ? Il se dit qu'il ira montrer ce médaillon à son ami Gregor. Bien que d'origine antillaise, il est très calé en ce qui concerne l'histoire de la bretagne. Soudain le médaillon se met à chauffer et à émettre de la lumière. La seconde d'après Gaël n'est plus en forêt mais dans une maison inconnue. Il a la tête qui tourne alors il s'appuie sur un mur pour éviter de tomber. A ce moment il voit de la peau foncée sur son bras. Il regarde ses mains en tremblant. Elles sont blanches dessous et noires dessus. Il fait quelques pas dans un couloir tout en posant la main sur son front. Il sent quelque-chose de différent sur son visage. Là-bas il y un miroir ! Gaël sursaute lorsqu'il voit le reflet de son ami Gregor. "Oh mon dieu !!" il dit en se voyant. Il ne comprend pas ce qu'il lui arrive alors il s'assoit pour faire le point. Il reconnait maintenant l'appartement de Gregor. Pourquoi s'est-il retrouvé là et pourquoi a-t-il l'apparence de son ami ? Alors qu'il a la tête pleine de questions il sent qu'il est en train d'avoir une érection. Une belle bosse apparait le long de sa jambe. Il se rend compte qu'il ne porte pas de caleçon sous ce pantalon. C'est en effet une habitude de son ami Gregor. Curieux, Gaël déboutonne 'son' jean. C'est quand il trouve une grosse bite noire qu'il comprend qu'il est dans la merde et qu'il est vraiment dans le corps de Gregor ! Il sert le membre dans sa main. "Ouah, il en a une grosse !" Et il commence à l'astiquer doucement. La sensation est différente. Il aime beaucoup la toucher et il n'a pas envie de la lâcher toute de suite. A quatre kilomètres de là, Gregor est dans le corps de Gaël. Il panique peu. Sa peau est blanche et il est en pleine forêt ! N'ayant pas de miroir, il comprend seulement qu'il est dans le corps d'une autre personne mais il ne peut pas voir son visage. Par contre il reconnait le lieu et décide de rentrer chez lui en courant. Il court sur le chemin de terre pour rejoindre la route. C'est à ce moment qu'il sent un téléphone dans sa poche arrière. Zut, il est verrouillé. Impossible de fouiller dans l'appareil. Heureusement il peut lancer l'appareil photo. Il passe en mode selfie et s'arrête net lorsqu'il voit le visage de son ami Gaël. C'est un homme grand et maigre, aux cheveux blond-roux. Il se touche le visage quelques secondes puis il reprend sa course pour arriver chez lui. Gaël entend la porte s'ouvrir. Il vient juste de terminer de se branler. Il se lève et range vite 'sa' bite dans son pantalon. Gregor et Gaël se retrouve nez à nez. Les deux restent sans voix quelques secondes. Puis Gaël réussi finalement à dire "Gregor tu es moi ?" Gregor hoche la tête pour confirmer. Gaël lui explique ce qu'il lui est arrivé près du dolmen. Gregor n'en revient pas, c'est dingue. Gaël lui demande s'il a le médaillon mais Gregor doit admettre qu'il ne l'avait pas en main quand il est arrivé dans le corps de son ami. Il a dû tomber par terre. Les deux hommes se précipitent pour aller retrouver l'objet magique. C'est sûrement grâce à ça qu'ils pourront inverser l'échange. Arrivé à la forêt, ils croisent un groupe de touristes étonnés de les voir cavaler ainsi. Puis ils arrivent enfin devant le dolmen. Gaël et Gregor ont cherché pendant une heure mais n'ont jamais retrouvé le médaillon. Ils ne le savent pas mais un touriste l'a ramassé quelques minutes avant qu'ils arrivent. Gaël et Gregor n'ont jamais pu retrouver leur corps. Pour ne pas passer pour des fous ils ont gardé leur échange secret et se sont fait passer pour l'autre. Les semaines passant sans solution, ils ont été obligés d'accepter leur nouvelle identité.
Nouveau blog
J’ai ouvert un Blogspot pour faire renaitre mescaptions. Je poste au fur et à mesure mes anciennes histoires. J’en ai profité pour en réécrire certaines. Quand tout sera en ligne il y aura aussi des inédites.
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Mes histoires sur blogspot
Doucement mais surement, j’ai déjà uploadé 80 histoires sur blogspot.
Cela prend du temps car j’ai remanié le texte de la quasi-totalité de mes anciens posts. Je prends aussi le temps de retrouver la source des photos ou de la vidéo.
Il me reste encore un paquet d’histoires à refaire. Toutes ne reviendront pas car je ne suis pas content de certaines.
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