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I went out to eat with one of my employees on what seemed like a normal day. We had small conversation but once the food arrived, he finally spoke up on what he wanted to say.

"So now that we've had out fun. I was thinking, would you want to switch back?" my employee asked.

"What do you mean? You were the one that asked for this?" I retorted back, dropping the act of being the boss.

"Well I've had my fun, and I'm sure you have too but now I'm ready to go back, and have my position back" he said. I just laughed.

"You were the one willing to risk all you had, and I don't think I'm ready to leave just yet. I mean, you traded this amazing life so you could go have sex with random people? I have secured deals you never could, and your wife has been happier than ever. I'm doing better at being you than you could" I said leaning into my former body threatening him.

"How is the food tasting!" Our waitress asked happily as she interrupted our lunch.

"Amazing! Thank you" I switched back into my bosses personality and the waitress bought it before leaving. I could see the anger seething across his face. I fixed my glasses on my face, and kept his personality up. He didn't dare bring up the topic again, and we turned to normal chatter.

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Dating apps can be so misleading, can’t they?

I met this daddy online the other day. Well, at least he claimed to be a daddy in his profile. He seemed so dominant in his messages, I foolishly mistook the lack of photos for a sign of confidence. You can imagine my surprise when this very hairless 29-year-old shows up on my doorstep.

So, I decided to give him a body to match his oversized persona. First, I fast-forwarded through some of his best years. He became a lot older—but wiser too. In those years, I imbued him with a love of bodybuilding, so hard muscles began to fill out his flabby frame.

As for the hair, you could say I “redistributed” it around his face. I added a dash almost everywhere else on his body too, which was bearing evidence of a blooming tattoo obsession. Funny, how different you start to look when you finally have the courage of your convictions.

By the time I was finished, my Scruff hookup had become a 6-foot roided-out muscle god. His love of bodybuilding was yawing over into obsession, and a colossal testosterone beast stood before me, more than earning the “daddy” moniker.

That was some of the best sex I’ve had in ages. I gave him an elephant-trunk of a tool, which he used to plow me in various positions around the house. I can’t decide what was hotter: daddy grunting like an animal while he bucked his fifth load into me, or snuggling up on daddy’s hard, hairy chest afterwards.

Clearly my hookup enjoys his new life, though I doubt he’ll be lying on his profile again any time soon (not that he’d need to).

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The Agreement

DJ Perspective

It was so weird when Leo confronted me. Yes, I have been following him for months, but I was certain that he never noticed me. How was he able to pull this off? I have no idea. Before meeting him, I considered myself one of the best private investors in town… but, when he showed me photos of me surveilling him, well… I have to give my respect. He outclassed me in every sense of the word. However, our conversation turned very weird from that moment onwards. Crazy, that is the only way to describe a talk whenever the concept of switching bodies is brought to the table. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Leo Duran, one of the most popular bachelors in town, wanted to switch bodies with me. He knew everything about me. He knew that I was just trying to uncover some dirty shit about him to latter black mail him, that my surveillance was not paid by anyone in particular. He didn’t care about that… he just wanted to relax and get far away from the spotlight. “A well-deserved vacation” he said. It sounded to good to be true, that he was hiding a big secret. However, he allowed me to see his computer, his bank account, even his medical records before taking any decision.

Yeah, it is now so weird waking up in Leo’s room. It is weird seeing his face in the mirror and enjoy being one of the hottest bachelors in town. I don’t get why this dude wanted to give his life away. But hey… it was his decision. While we agreed that that I was going to give his body back… I don’t plan to follow that. What will he do about it? Now he is just a poor PI… I have the money to ensure that he never bothers me again.

Leo Perspective

You can call me Leo… but in reality, I have so many names in the past. I am what you called a jumper. A being able to switch bodies and live for all the eternity. The only downside is that I need the consent of my victims. I took over Leo’s flesh over 15 years ago, when he was just entering high school. He was scrawny, nerdy and a complete push-over. However, I see potential in him, and it was no hard to convince him to switch bodies with my former self, a gym rat. It was fun to turn his life over. To transform him from a hated kid to the most desired man in all town. It was a good run, but, after a while, I became tired. Dressing always in nice clothes, going to parties every couple of days, and having to be careful of paparazzi’s hunting down for the next big story surrounding a socialite. With the coming of social media, having a pristine Instagram become my daily work. Fun at the beginning, but quickly become a hurdle. I wanted something more relax… gladly that is when DJ entered my life.

DJ was definitely an interesting guy. His body was full of tattoos, he has a rugged face and a more muscular body. His car was filled with all cans of beer and old packages of cigarettes. His job was far from glamorous, dedicating his time in taking photos of men cheating on their wives or other despicable people. When DJ walked into a bar, people feared him; and it seems that all hookers in town knew his name. Yeah, DJ was the definition of a bad guy and, probably, I would not be able to find someone more different than Leo. He was perfect for what I wanted and, after being for a week in his body, I couldn’t be happier with what his life brings to the table. I hope that DJ doesn’t regret his decision of becoming Leo. I know that I promised him to switch back… but there is no way that I will ever try to fulfill that promise.

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"You ready to possess him babe?"

"Oh more than ready baby. Give me a a minute or two to squeeze in and then I'll be all ready for ya!"

I floated out to a different area of the gym and waited for my ghostly boyfriend to take over his new boy toy. We'd been wanting a change and what better place to take over hot new bodies than the gym?

We'd seen this hot hunk lifting weights and knew we had to have him. He was shirtless, muscular, charming, sweaty, and such a himbo. My boyfriend was going to look so good in his skin - I couldn't wait. Heh, maybe I should look for my fleshie now and surprise him.

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"Alright boy. It's been a few years since I've worn a skin this young, but you'll do nicely. I hope you don't mind an old horn dog inhabiting your body."

I dissipated into a blue fog behind the hunk and slowly began to swirl around him. He was too busy flexing and admiring his body to notice me slowly creeping into every orifice of his body. I started by gently phasing up into his nose and mouth as he took deep sweaty breaths.

"Yeah that's right pretty boy. You like me invading you don't you? I'll put your mind at ease. Let this old man have another shot at life - I promise you won't remember a thing."

I then started to make my way around his athletic shorts and crept into the front of his trousers. I swirled around his neatly trimmed bush and then began to make my way into his dick and around to his ass.

"Oh boy, can't wait till this is all mine. You starting to feel me now boy? I'm invading your body and you have no idea."

All of a sudden the hunk started to feel himself slipping. That was my cue to do some damage control. Before he could even react and scream or alert anyone that anything was wrong, I quickly slid the rest of my ethereal form up into his body and quickly tookover.

"OH YEAH BABY! Whoo! That's the stuff." I groaned in a new, unfamiliar voice. I looked down and then up into the mirror still with my guns flexing and full sweaty body on display.

"Oh man. Would you look at me! Yeah, that's me now." I said excitedly as I began to sniff my armpits and kiss my biceps. "Damn this feels nice. And I'm packing too."

I mean, with a body like this, I can do pretty much anything I wanted. Besides, it wasn't my reputation on the line. This guy was full of himself anyway. I should just roll with it.

I reached down and gripped the hard outline of my new cock and groaned out. It was by this point that I noticed I had a bit of an audience.

"Hey man, you okay?" Another sexy gym-goer asked from a nearby machine, noticing me acting afool of myself.

"Oh, uh, yeah man - bro. That's what you kids say nowadays right? I feel like a new man!" I answered quickly.

"Oh I know the feeling." He responded coyly. "I know it well."

The hairy gym-goer proceeded to grab his dick through his gym shorts and lift up his arms at his machine, putting his full pits out on display.

"Babe?" I grinned excitedly, enjoying the man he now possessed.

"Bro, I don't know what you are talking about. I'm straight, man." He lied as a large smile appeared on his stolen face.

"Oh yeah, me too - bro. Wanna talk about this 'new man feeling' somewhere a little more private?" I flirted back in my new stolen voice, enjoying the sound coming out of my throat.

"Yeah bro. Let's do it." He said as I grabbed his arm and helped him up.

"Mmm, I like these two. I have a feeling we aren't going to leave for a while." I said, smelling the musky scent of my partner's new body.

"Then we better get to know them pretty well baby." He said, breaking character and slapping my ass.

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I never visualized or think about my father this way before, but hot damn he's indeed hot wearing jorts. Or maybe it's just me being able to pull it off on him, sometimes he can be too uptight, you know, that's why he needs me in control, so he can be a bit more fun and laid back like the proper daddy that he is. Fuck, I really make him look extra slutty, but that's who he is from now on when I'm in the driving seat, and I'm gonna get dicked down and let this hole of mine stretched by countless dicks as long as I'm the one in control

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Today was supposed to be a relaxing vacation with my family. But as we boarded the plane, the chatter and laughter from my mom and sister grated on my nerves.

Stuck in the middle seat, I felt like I was being squished. On one side, my mom chattered endlessly about everything from the weather to what she packed in her suitcase. On the other side, my sister blared music through her earphones, oblivious to the discomfort she was causing me.

As we settled in, I glanced up the aisle, wishing to escape. That's when it happened. Our eyes met—mine and the man's walking down the aisle. In that split second, it felt like a force pulling me, tugging at my very being.

Suddenly, I wasn't me anymore. I was him. I felt disoriented at first, like I'd been sucked inside of him. But then a strange calm washed over me. This was what I wished for, wasn't it? To be someone else, if only for a moment.

I smiled in the man's body, looking down at the boarding pass clutched in my hand. I found myself hustling down the aisle loving how my new body felt. I brushed my bald head, patted my new gut. Finding my seat, I sat down, feeling the unfamiliar contours of this new form. Pulling out the man's phone, I unlocked it with his face, studying my reflection in the screen. A bald head, a sprinkling of gray in the beard, wrinkles etched across my face.

Closing my eyes, I relished the peace, the silence that enveloped me, away from the chaos of my family. But then, a soft touch on my hand startled me. Opening my eyes, I saw her—the man's wife. She smiled at me, a warm and genuine expression.

I felt awkward, unsure of how to react. This wasn't part of the plan. I was supposed to escape. Yet here she was, talking to me as if I belonged. So much for a relaxing escape, I thought to myself, as the plane took off into the sky.

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The Heir

One week ago

It was so unfair that Chase, my dumb cousin, the most obnoxious member of the family was going to become the sole heir to the state. Honestly, he was a bastard… famous of wasting all his good fortune on stupid shit. It didn’t make any sense. I was constantly praised by my good work. I was the one that ensure that the company had black numbers, I was the one that spend our fortune on very profitable business and in creating a series of social organizations in order to give a bit back to society. I did all the hard work, not Chase. So why? Why is he getting all?

I asked Chase to meet early that day. He agreed to see me after I told him that I was able to get my hands on a new type of weed. What he doesn’t know is that I was also able to get my hands on a Mayan talisman that will allow us to switch bodies. He is so dumb that he will not see it coming. I didn’t want to go to this extreme, but honesty… this is the only fair thing to do. As I am the only man worthy to become the heir of this family.

One week latter

I could only scream, but everything was futile. I saw as Chase moved through the room and start dressing up in some expensive clothes. When stole my cousin’s flesh, I thought that I have won. But I should have known better… I should have trusted my family decision. Imagine my surprise when I went to reclaim my fortune and the attorney recited that weird spell. Imagine my surprise when I saw the ghost of my grandpa materializing in the room and slowly possessed my flesh. Now I am just a voice in his head that he can easily shut me down. He didn’t believe my words when I explained him that I wasn’t Chase. I am certain that my grandpa believes that he was doing justice. In any other circumstance, I would have agreed with that assessment. Hopefully I can convince him to revert this… I do not want to be just a spectator in someone’s else life.  

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"Are you sure you're feeling alright?" I asked my roommate, quite concerned. "Completely normal?"

"Uhhh..." he responded with a slow, deep drawl.

"Yeah, bro...I feel great...why wouldn't I?"

"Well, first of all 'bro', you've gained about three times your size since this morning and your skull seems to have doubled in thickness!"

"My... skull?" He scratched his head absentmindedly, flexing one of his massive, round biceps. "You know what else is thick, bro? My DICK!"

He grabbed himself through his gym shorts in a crude gesture with a pleased expression on his face, as if showing off his favorite toy. It seemed even that had grown since this morning.

My gaze wandered across the bathroom counter and landed on a bottle with a bold label that read, "Muscle Growth Pills."

"Oh, shit. How many did you take?"

He started counting on his fingers, but couldn't seem to get past three.

“Tell me now. How many? Where did you get them?”

He simply shrugged, “The gym, bro. Some guy gave ‘em to me there. Said they were… uh… ‘experimental.’”

“Experimental?” That didn’t sound safe at all, “Did he tell you what they’re made of?”

He shrugged again, not seeming to care about the details. "Bro, don’t worry. It’s called 'Alpha-Male Formula'. Makes you bigger and stronger, bro. Gives you more confidence. That’s all I know!"

He bounced his chest muscles up and down a few times in demonstration, grinning like he had just pulled off some impressive party trick. He chuckled to himself good and deep as he continued to flex and admire his bulging new proportions.

I gingerly picked up the bottle of pills, afraid to even touch the container they came in. A faint smell of chemicals wafted from the open cap, hinting at the potent ingredients within. "The side effects may include extreme physical and mental changes," the label warned.

I couldn't believe how reckless and foolish my roommate had been. I knew he was insecure about his size and wanted to be bigger, I got that, but it was unlike him to be so illogical. How could he be so nonchalant about this? My once smart, intellectual, skinny, shy but cute roommate was gone - replaced by a muscular, overbuilt meathead who only cared about sex and muscles. And he seemed completely satisfied with the results!

My mind raced with conflicting feelings as I watched him pleasure himself without shame or hesitation. His transformation was both alarming and incredibly hot, and I found myself becoming increasingly turned on by his newfound confidence and raw sexuality.

“You like what you see, bro?” He turned the line of questioning around on me, and it caught me off guard.

"I... I don't know what to say," I stammered, feeling a surge of desire coursing through me. It was almost overwhelming how much his new appearance affected me.

"Oh, bro," he said, a smile slowly spreading across his face as he continued to stroke himself. "You don't have to be polite. I know what you're thinking: 'Why did I let my roommate take those dangerous, experimental pills?' But you see, those pills changed me. Changed me for the better. Don’t you think?”

He threw an arm behind his head, displaying a deep, hairy armpit with a raised an eyebrow and an uncharacteristic cocky smile, daring me to contradict him. I couldn't bring myself to argue, though. His transformation was nothing short of magical, and it was hard not to be captivated by his newfound sex appeal.

“Well, bro?” he said with an irresistible smile and an enticing raised eyebrow, “There’s still a couple of pills left… You wanna try some?”

I hesitated, my desires warring with my logical thoughts. But in the end, my curiosity and attraction won out, and I couldn't resist his offer.

"Okay," I finally admitted. "But just one...for now." He clapped me on the back with a strength that would have seemed unreal just hours before. "You won't regret it, bro," he assured me, tipping the bottle in my direction as I shook a pill out onto my open palm and then swallowed it down in a single gulp.

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Featuring an original AI Illustration by @bodyhopper-files.

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“What did you do?!” Jenny screamed.

“Keep your voice down,” Don whispered in her ear. “Thought I’d take your body on a spin around the block tonight. Take it as payment for taking on your shifts last week. We can swap back tomorrow morning”

“Ew, I’m so old! And your beard is so itchy! An-and I have a penis!” Jenny brushed her large calloused hands through her beard and chest hair before lowering them to her lap. She gave Don’s hardening cock a squeeze through his jeans.

“Feel free to give it a tug or two in the back, now get to work ‘Don’!”

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I had spent countless nights researching online, desperate to find some sort of solution to my problem. Heading off to college was supposed to be a fresh start, a chance to be true to myself. But the thought of coming out to my parents filled me with a paralyzing fear. What if they didn't accept me?

That's when I stumbled upon the program. It promised to help people like me embrace their sexuality, to live openly and authentically. And now here I was, face to face with Richard, my mentor for the week.

We had traded stories and life experiences, forming a bond that felt both strange and comforting. It was nice hearing Richard's experiences but he kept asking questions about me, and very probing ones too. Richard had been through the program before, his easy confidence a stark contrast to my own nervous energy. But he had assured me that I was ready, that I could do this.

And then he dropped the bombshell: our bodies would be switched for the week. I would inhabit Richard's life, living as an openly gay man, while he took on the role of me.

As our eyes met, I saw a mix of excitement and trepidation in Richard's gaze. He knew what was coming, knew the challenges I would face in his body. But he also knew the freedom that awaited me, the chance to be myself without fear or shame.

Taking a deep breath, I nodded, steeling myself for what lay ahead. As the swap occurred, I felt a surge of energy coursing through me, but it wasn't the smooth transition I had imagined. Instead, I stumbled backward, my newfound height and weight throwing off my balance entirely. My legs wobbled beneath me as I struggled to find my footing in this unfamiliar body.

With a heavy thud, I hit the ground, my larger frame absorbing the impact with a dull ache. As I pushed myself up, I realized just how massive I had become. My hands, once slender and delicate, now felt like thick slabs of meat as I rubbed them over my smooth, bald head. My fingers brushed through the scratchy beard that now adorned my jawline, the sensation foreign yet strangely exhilarating.

Every movement felt cumbersome as I tried to adjust to the weight of this new body. My gut jiggled with each step I took, and my legs trembled under the strain of carrying so much muscle. But despite the initial discomfort, there was an undeniable thrill coursing through me.

I flexed my muscles experimentally, marveling at the strength and power they held. Tattoos adorned my arms and chest, and I stared at them in awe, feeling a rush of excitement at the realization that this was my body now, my identity.

We went our separate ways, and as I entered Richard's apartment it felt like stepping into a whole new world, one that was vibrant, colorful, and unapologetically gay. I couldn't help but grin from ear to ear as I took in the sight of the rainbow flags draped over the furniture, the pride posters adorning the walls, and the shelves filled with LGBTQ+ memorabilia.

As I set down my suitcase and glanced around the cozy space, my excitement bubbled up inside me. This was it – my chance to live openly, without fear or hesitation.

Just then, Richard's phone buzzed with incoming messages, drawing my attention. I picked it up and unlocked it with his face ID, revealing lots of notifications from a group chat. I opened the conversation to find a lively conversation between Richard and his gay friends, making plans to hit the gay bars later that night.

My heart leaped with excitement as I read through their messages, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through me. Without hesitation, I grabbed a rainbow headcover from the rack by the door and slipped it on, admiring my reflection in the mirror. I looked good and I couldn't wait to show the world the confident, proud gay man I was about to become. I snapped a few quick photos of myself, striking a pose and reveling in the feeling of liberation that washed over me. This was my moment, my time to shine, and I wasn't going to let anything hold me back.

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Rude Awakening

It was more than weird. I looked at myself in the mirror and I couldn’t recognize the man in front of me. In fact, I couldn’t remember anything about who I was. What was my name? how do I look? what I did in my life? The only thing that I was certain is that I was not the man looking at me on the mirror. Looking through his stuff, I was able to gather some information. His name was Richard Donahey, and he was working on some labs at Theia Corporation. That name clearly ring a bell, but I was not certain why. My new body was not bad looking at all… but something was telling me that I needed to find fast a way out of this predicament. Now, I am certain that I need to go to this guy work, very probable there I would be able to find who I am and what had happened to me. However, it is Saturday, and I will not be able to do anything till the week starts. There is nothing else to do but to wait. Gladly, I am certain that time will go fast as I enjoy every moment of exploring my new body.

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Finally Together

When Jerry called, I could immediately tell something was very wrong. He was holding an ice pack up to his face and looked deranged overall.

"Jerry? What the hell happened to you?"

"Oh, hey. Yeah. This." he pointed at his face. "That's a long story."

"Let me see!" I demanded. You see, Jerry was, most definitely, my bff - my very best, very gay friend. And he had a talent for getting into trouble, sadly.

He slowly lowered the ice pack and I gasped. His right eye was swollen shut, and his face was covered in bruises.

"How..."

"Well, there was this guy. He was kinda hot, and totally my type, but, you know, straight as an arrow. At least *now* I know that." Even despite his bruises, Jerry raised his eyebrows in the cutest way possible - one of the traits I admired about them.

Yes, I should mention, I kiiiind of had a tiny little crush on Jerry. Or perhaps a gigantic one. You always want the ones you can't have, right? In my case, I was a woman - which was enough to disqualify myself rather finally.

"...and? Did he hit you?" I asked, even though I already suspected the answer.

"Yeah. I was just talking to him, trying to subtly find out his orientation. You know how it goes. Apparently, I wasn't too subtle about it, though, and he kind of escalated all over my face. It's no big deal, now I know."

Jerry smiled, but I could clearly see that it caused him pain to do so. It nearly broke my heart.

"It is a big deal." I answered. "That's horrible. You are worth so much more than this. Where did it happen? Did you call the police?"

"It was in the gym. Keith - that's the guy - works there, so, I guess, I need a new gym." Jerry joked. "And no, I didn't call the police, it's just... it's alright, okay Mathilda?"

I was not convinced but decided to let it go. Jerry was just a so sweet and innocent guy, he wouldn't even cause someone trouble if that someone punched in his face. I, on the other hand, was fuming. That was not a way to treat my bff! I would have really liked to kick that Keith's ass right now.

I chatted a bit more with Jerry before he had to go and promised him to come over that evening.

To be quite honest, I didn't plan to do anything, but when I was walking to Jerry's apartment in the afternoon, I passed his gym. I didn't even know it was on the way, because I honestly never paid attention to it much. But now that I saw it on the way, I couldn't help it. I would go in there and just tell the manager that one of their employees was a homophobic asshole. Just a little push in the right direction.

I entered the gym. It looked quite standard, but I couldn't see any manager or anyone else to talk to, for that matter, so I just went in there. It was quite empty, which was not surprising at this time of the day. There was, however, a young, muscular man doing push-ups. It was quite disgusting, actually, with all the sweat dripping down his body and a musky, penetrant smell was filling the room.

He stood up and greeted me.

"Hi, there. You're not a member, are you?"

"I'm not." I said. I felt like adding a "sorry" or something but decided against it. Instead, I clutched my handbag tighter.

"So, what can I do for you, ma'am?" He had that smug grin of an urge driven man who seemed to undress me with his gaze. I shuddered in disgust, but still, I straightened my back.

"Well, actually, I'm here to make a complaint."

"A complaint? About what?"

"Your staff."

"Oh? Do you have an issue with someone working here?"

"Well, yes. I just learned that one of your trainers, Keith was the name, I think, assaulted a customer. That is a terrible way to treat people, and I will not stand for it."

The guy laughed and flashed me a superior grin while he nonchalantly readjusted his groin. Free balling of course. Ugh. Can you spell 'toxic masculinity'?

"Look, honey. Whoever told you that, they lied to you. Keith would never hit a girl, especially not a pretty one."

I felt my face reddening from anger.

"First off, I'm not your honey, and secondly, it wasn't a girl but a guy."

The guy raised his eyebrows. "Really? A guy, huh?"

"Yes. He is my very good friend, and it's not funny at all."

"Hmm. Yeah, I think I remember the guy, some fruity fag who needed to be told a lesson."

Then it dawned on me. The disgusting guy in front of me was the man that had hurt Jerry.

"You're the one who did it! How dare you!" I exclaimed and tried to slap his face.

Before I could land a hit, though, he grabbed my wrist with an iron grip and grinned like a predator.

"Ah, ah. I wouldn't try that, if I were you. Would be a shame, if something were to happen to your pretty face, too."

I withdrew my hand and trembled from disgust.

"Ugh. You're just such a disgusting... jock."

In hindsight, I had no idea what happened, but perhaps some benevolent spirit or sprite was listening. In any case, Keith all of a sudden got a really strange expression on his face and looked really pale for a moment. And then... he suddenly looked even paler, like white paper or cloth. I will never be able to forget the expression of surprise on his face, as his body kind of... collapsed in on himself. His muscular torso diminished, and his arms and legs twisted and fused into thin rubber strips. But his face... His face contorted into a white fabric pouch that was completely devoid of any features within seconds. It had only taken a few moments, but Keith had disappeared.

I looked around first, but nobody else was in the gym right now. I carefully stepped closer and inspected what was left of Keith. Inside his black, damp gym shorts that was lying on the ground, I could see a pair of men's underwear, I believe it was called a jockstrap: A large fabric pouch held by rubber bands - designed to just cover the genitals, although, judging by the size of the pouch, rather large genitals. Now, as Keith had demonstrated quite clearly just a few moments ago, he had certainly not be wearing any underwear - and I had seen what had happened to his face.

With pointed fingers, careful not to touch the damp gym shorts and almost gagging from the strong smell, I picked up the piece of underwear. I had almost thrown it away again, when I noticed that it, too, was covered in sweat and stink. However, the piece of underwear that had once been a man held a strange fascination to me. I lifted it up to my face, to have a closer look, but didn't consider the consequences. When I breathed in, my nose was filled with the overwhelmingly strong and manly smell of sweaty, unwashed genitals, and it triggered something inside of me. All of a sudden, I felt tingly all over and groaned. My body felt weird all of a sudden. It was like that disgusting smell was all around me, enveloping me, pushing me to... change, somehow.

In horror, I felt my feet swelling up in my shoes. It wasn't painful, but it felt like I had been wearing boots that were way too small. The pressure was quickly getting unbearable and painful until my canvas shoes and thin socks couldn't take it anymore. First on the left and then, shortly after, on the right side, the toes of massive feet burst out from the footwear. The pressure subsided, and it felt fine again.

The changes didn't stop, though. Now that my feet had broken free from their restraints, my legs were the next to follow. A ripping sound heralded the death of my tights, as my legs gained mass and muscles. It looked almost comically how the threads of my tights were ripped apart, strand for strand. At the same time, I watched, as my hands grew larger. Gone were my delicate fingers, replaced by thick sausage-like appendages. Those new finger weren't carefully manicured but instead, I was now sporting short, ugly nails that would have been fitting for a lumberjack, rather than a girl.

While my legs were still growing, and I was getting visibly taller, my arms were next to follow. My blouse didn't even stand a chance as the arms did not only grew longer but most importantly, stronger. My biceps swelled like I visited the gym every day and, to my horror, I saw a tattoo forming on my right arm that reminded me a lot of the one Keith had had. I didn't have much time to think about it, though, as a new force practically ripped my blouse apart: My torso was pushing outward in all directions. My shoulders widened considerably, and my bra snapped from the strain. At first, I thought my boobs were growing, but it was quite the opposite. They were receding into my body, being replaced by even more massive and decidedly male pecs. Below them, a ripple went through my stomach, leaving behind the cobblestone road of abs.

The changes had met up at my midsection now and I was afraid of what was going to happen next. Sure enough, my skin-tight summer trousers bulged forward as something pressed against them from the inside.

"No..." I groaned, with a lower voice than I was used to, and tried to push whatever was appearing back into my midsection, but it was no use. With another ripping sound, a penis emerged from between my legs, quickly followed by a pair of testicles that pushed the ruined trousers down and settled in between my tree trunk-like thighs.

My head started swimming. That was wrong, that was so wrong. But the changes just went on. An Adam's apple formed in my throat, further lowering my voice, and my face reformed. It became squarer, and my jawbones became more pronounced. At the same time, my beautiful long hair receded into a short masculine cut. However, as hair disappeared on top of my head, it grew elsewhere. Or, should I say everywhere. Disgusting, wiry body hair grew in on my arms and legs and even on top of my enormous feet and the back of my hands. My chest was coated by a layer of short and coarse hair, and a treasure trail led down my midsection, where it disappeared into a thick pubic bush.

Speaking of bushes, two more formed in the large area of my armpits. Ugh. I was hairy like a fucking monkey. The only well-groomed bit of body hair was on my face, in the short beard that I could see in the gym mirror.

I could hardly believe my eyes. Staring back at me from the reflection was no one else but Keith. *I* was a splitting image of Keith now, only naked aside from the tatters of my clothes. I wanted to scream, but all that came out was a low grunt.

Okay, Mathilda, no reason for panic, I told myself. I would just... Go see a doctor. Yes. There had to be an explanation. This could be treated.

I took a step towards the exit and stumbled over the remains of my coughing. Oh, right, I was still naked.

The only piece of clothing was Keith's gym shorts. Well, his gym shorts and Keith himself, who was a piece of underwear now. I looked between the shorts and the underwear. On the one hand, I really didn't want to wear what had just been Keith, but on the other hand... I certainly wasn't going without any underwear. Everyone would be able to see the outline of my current genitals. Yuck.

So, lacking other options, I pulled on the white piece of underwear. It was, unsurprisingly, very sweaty, and it clung to my junk. I grimaced, but it was better than the alternative. My ass was still largely uncovered, but that was not as bad as the front side. I had to admit that my new equipment filled out the pouch pretty well.

I quickly shook my head and pulled on the gym shorts as well. It felt weird not to cover my chest, but that was probably acceptable in my current state.

Perhaps I could ask Jerry if I could borrow some men's clothing from him.

Oh my, Jerry. He was probably waiting for me. I grabbed my handbag and fled the gym.

Walking felt weird. Of course, regardless of my looks, I was still a woman, so I took small steps and refused to spread my legs too much while walking. It was very awkward. The sun was shining down and although it wasn't all *that* hot, I found myself starting to sweat. How disgusting was that? It was like those stupid mountains of muscle were producing so much heat that my skin was soon glistening with sweat and my armpits started to smell. I tested it by lifting an arm and taking a whiff. Ugh. I needed a shower, badly. I probably would be able to use Jerry's.

Jerry... I saw his face right in front of me in my mind. The cute smile, the adorable brown eyes, the cute little dimples on his cheeks when he grinned.

A strange feeling came over me from my groin area. What was going on down there? When I looked down, the ample bulge of my cock had become even bigger, probably tenting out the pouch that had been Keith's face. I groaned. Men were so primitive. All it took was one sexy thought and bam, erection.

Still, I couldn't deny that it felt pretty good. I checked it anyone on the street was looking before I felt the outline of the cock through the layers of clothing with my big hand. The touch made me moan, and I felt my member throb.

That's when I experienced the weirdest feeling. As the sweat from my groin mixed with the fluids seeping out of the cock head and were absorbed by the jockstrap, all of a sudden, I felt the presence of Keith - the real Keith. It was like a strong mental attack, to get his body back, but I fought back. It was not *his* body, it was mine, even though it may have looked like Keith right now.

It was the strangest experience. I could practically *feel* his thoughts and emotions. The humiliation from being wrapped around, well, *my* cock and balls, I could even taste and smell an echo of what he was tasting and smelling, including the weird taste of precum that had mixed into the face-pouch recently.

It wasn't easy, but I repelled Keith's mind and kind of stuffed it back into the underwear. When I continued my walk, I didn't even notice that I know walked like a man: With long, powerful strides and enough room for my balls.

Luckily, my cock had calmed down a bit by now, and I ran the rest of the way, just to make sure. I was glistening with more sweat when I finally arrived at Jerry's apartment and rang the bell. Ugh. That musk was so bad, I just hoped I could hop under the shower right away.

However, when Jerry opened the door, we were both stunned for a moment. I because Jerry looked even better in reality than when I imagined him. Foreign hormones flooded my system, coming from my balls and I just stood there for a moment. Of course, I had a crush on Jerry before, but right now, in this moment, I realized for the first time that now, Jerry wasn't quite as unreachable as before.

Jerry, on the other hand, backed away, an expression of fear on his face.

"Keith, what... Is this some kind of joke?"

I was taken aback by his reaction.

"No! It's not... It's me, Mathilda!"

"Who?"

"Mathilda, your best friend."

Jerry stared at me, confusion on his face.

"What are you talking about Keith? Wasn't it enough for you to bash my face in? Do you want to humiliate me now?"

"No, please. Listen, Jerry, you're my friend, and I would never hurt you."

He scoffed. "Oh really? My black eye says otherwise."

I could feel myself getting upset from all the testosterone and took a deep breath.

"I can explain. Please, Jerry, hear me out."

He looked at me skeptically.

"Fine. I'll listen."

With that, he let me into his apartment.

"Okay, first of all, can I take off these gym shorts? They are really really disgusting and sweaty, and they are clinging to my legs. Yuck!"

"Uh, oookay." Jerry looked even more confused but allowed it.

Gladly, I got rid of the stinking shorts and threw them at the ground, far away from me. Jerry frowned but was apparently more captured by my now only jockstrap-clad body that I sat down on his couch. I admit I wanted to get rid of the jockstrap, too, but then I would have been completely naked in my friend's living room.

The thought was oddly exciting, and I felt my cock raise in reaction.

I just hoped that Jerry wouldn't notice my state of arousal, even though there wasn't much fabric left to hide it, but I quickly spoke.

"So, Jerry, it's really me. Remember the time when we watched Star Trek: Voyager and had a pillow fight, and you beat me easily, even though I am taller and stronger?"

"How would you know about that, Keith?" Jerry crossed his arms. He had obviously noticed my midsection problem, which was throbbing now, leading to another wet spot on the piece of underwear.

"I'm telling you, I am Ma..."

Suddenly, I grabbed my head. There it was again. Keith had reacted to my arousal and was fighting for control of *my* body again. It was weaker this time, though, and although it took me a few moments, I pushed him back between my legs, where he belonged.

Finally, I spread my legs, man-spreading without even thinking about it and giving the whole world in general and Jerry in particular a good view of my massive groin. A smirk formed on my face. Having such a big cock was something to be proud of.

"...Mathilda." I finished my sentence, although I found the name rather unfitting for a stud like me. "I just kind of... transformed into Keith's body, but it's still the same old man as always. Woman, I mean."

"Uh... what?"

I smiled and stood up, slowly, so he could see all the muscles I had gained. I was taller, too, taller than Jerry even.

"But tell me, do you like what you see?" My cock was throbbing like mad now. God, I needed to have this man!

"Uuuh... uhm... yes? Yes."

I chuckled. "Well, Jerry. I don't know how to get back to my original body yet, but do you want to... touch this one?" I gently took his hand and placed it on my chest.

Jerry didn't react at first, but then he started caressing my chest. It felt great, and he moaned, too.

Another small spurt of precum spilled into my underwear and again, Keith acted up. It was even weaker this time, and I had no trouble staying in control. I did notice something else though. Apparently, Keith was enjoying this a lot, way more than a straight man should. He was almost addicted to my cock fluids by now, and he mentally lapped at my organ submissively. And he exhibited a longing for Jerry that appeared to be too deep-rooted to have developed recently. Well, good for him, because as my jockstrap, he would have a front row seat in what happened next.

"Mathilda, is it really... okay?" Jerry asked, barely being able to restrain himself.

"Yes Jerry." I said while looking into his eyes. "It's more than okay. It's perfect. And it's Matthew from now on, okay?"

I took a deep breath, breathing in my wonderful musky smell, and I watched Jerry do the same. And when I kissed him, I couldn't wait to tear his clothes off and plow his cute little ass with my mighty cock while my lucky jockstrap was watching.

[bodyswappingandshit]

The Bro Cap

Biology was my favorite class this semester.  Not only did I find science to be interesting, but I also shared the class with one of the hottest guys in the school: Aaron Moore.  He was the star of the school’s baseball team as a pitcher and he was the talk of the school.  Girls were always swooning over him for how tall and handsome and athletic he was.  He was good at every sport; football, basketball, and so on, but in school, he played baseball.  He was a major source of envy for a lot of guys.  A lot of guys wished they could be him.  I, however, wanted to be with him.  Fortunately, I sit behind him in class, so I get the best view of him, despite being from behind.  At least it meant he wouldn’t see me watching him.

I often found myself getting distracted by him.  Even if I couldn’t see his face, I could see his broad shoulders, which were built like mountains, as well as his arms which were shaped like mounds of muscle.  His tall stature sometimes made it hard to look at the board, not that it was the main place my eyes were looking at in the first place.  His favorite baseball hat, adorned with our school team’s logo on it, was worn backwards like most of the jocks at the school.  He didn’t come off like the rest of them though.  His relaxed vibe made him easy to talk to and he could be quite funny compared to the rest of the meathead jocks.  He got along with everyone really well, making him very well-liked.  Although he was far from the smartest guy in the class, I could tell that he tried.  It was no wonder why he was so popular.

Today, I was daydreaming when I was disrupted by our teacher, Mr. Martin.  I felt him stare directly at me, almost as if he knew I wasn’t paying attention.  It was like he could read my every thought, and honestly, if that were true, that’d be extremely humiliating.  The last thing I needed was for my crush on Aaron to be exposed to the rest of the class.  Knowing how embarrassing he could be, I wouldn’t put it past him.  He asked me a question, and I thankfully already knew the answer, as I awakened from my daydream.

“Correct!  I wasn’t sure if you were paying attention or not,” he chuckled.  “You always look like you’re off in your own little world.  But you still manage to do well.  You gotta tell the rest of your class your secret.”  Looks like someone has caught on to my tendencies.  Mr. Martin was a middle-aged guy, probably in his 30s.  He looked good for his age, and was a pretty relaxed and carefree teacher.

The class went by as usual, and eventually we were dismissed.  All of the other students dispersed, but I needed to ask our professor a question about the homework.  He helped clarify things for me thankfully.  I was about to leave, but then he pointed out something on the ground.

“Hey Aiden, doesn’t Aaron sit in front of you?  That’s his hat, right?”  he asked.

“Yeah, I always see him wear it.”  It was unusual for him to have left it here by accident.

“Do you know if you can bring it to him today?  If not, I can keep it here until next class.”

“I’ll hold onto it until I see him next.  I have a feeling I’ll run into him later.”  I don’t know why I said that.  We don’t have any other classes together and we certainly aren’t close enough to be friends, even if I wished we were.  I’m also not on the baseball team.  Either way, my professor smiled for helping him out.

Regardless, I grabbed Aaron’s hat, but instead of chasing after him, I realized I really needed to go to the bathroom.  He was probably long gone anyways.  After I went, I noticed that I was still holding onto his hat.  I went to observe it and I noticed that it smelled a little like him, with a mix of sweat from wearing it all day and whatever shampoo he used.  I knew I shouldn’t, but I felt a sudden urge to put Aaron’s hat on.  Despite the fact that I would feel really embarrassed if someone saw me wearing it, I knew I would likely never get this opportunity again.  I was completely alone, so it’s not like there’s anything wrong with it.  It wasn’t just any hat, it was Aaron’s.  It’s not like he had lice or anything.  What’s the worst that could happen?

And so I put it on, wearing it backwards like he would.  Strangely, for a few seconds, I felt as though time had completely stopped.  The leaky sink faucet paused its rhythmic dripping.  The stomping of feet in the hallway deafened.  My watch skipped a tick.  But as time seemed to return to its natural course, I was able to see how I looked.  I had to admit, I looked really good in it.  I wouldn’t call myself an unattractive guy, but Aaron was way out of my league.  Despite that, a smirk appeared on my face.  A wave of confidence washed over me, almost like a little bit of Aaron had rubbed off on me.  Suddenly, I didn’t really feel like taking it off anymore.  I wasn’t too worried about what would happen if Aaron or one of his friends saw me wearing it.

After admiring myself in the mirror for a few minutes, I realized that I was late to my next class, algebra.  I had no idea I had spent so much time checking myself out.  I must’ve lost track of time.  As I walked to my seat, I felt like all eyes were on me for some reason.  I never used to make much of an impression on most people.  I was quiet and had only a couple friends.  Normally, I would’ve felt a little anxious with so many people staring at me, but I didn’t really give a shit now.

“Late as always, aren’t we Aiden?”  the teacher remarked.  Very funny.  I always showed up on time.  I sat down in my seat, but it didn’t feel right.  My body squeezed tight into the desk.  I felt like I was sitting in a chair meant for a middle schooler.  Weird.  Something weird is going on, but I can’t figure out what it is.

The class was just as weird because I felt like my classmates were a little more talkative.  I couldn’t focus during class due to being distracted by someone whispering.  I still felt a couple of their eyes on me.  I looked over and made brief eye contact with one of the girls on the far side of the room.  She immediately looked away and giggled towards one of her friends.  Her cheeks turned a deep crimson, the color of passion.  She was cute, but definitely out of my league.  I wasn’t straight either way, so I didn’t care if she was into me.

Normally, I was good at math, even if I didn’t like it, but I felt myself struggling to answer questions today.  Something must be wrong.  The room felt hotter than usual, and I felt myself sweat a little and my body started to ache.  I noticed that I smelled a little like Aaron’s cologne.  I’ve recognized his scent from sitting behind him, but for that smell to linger and for me to smell like him is really weird.

Class was dismissed, and this was usually when I went to lunch.  I received a text from one of my friends, Bryan, from half an hour earlier.

Bryan: Hey, me and the guys are getting food.  Wanna come with?

Normally, we always got lunch at the same time.  But for some reason, I didn’t really want to?  That’s weird for me.  I felt my fingers move on my own as they typed out a message.

Me: nah bro i dont feel like it mayb sum other time dude

I didn’t text like that normally.  Nor did I turn down my friends. Is it the…Before I could finish my thought, I was interrupted by the booming sound of two guys further down the hall, with one of them calling my name.  They were two jocks.  I recognized that they were both friends with Aaron because they hung out together a lot.  What did they want?  I didn’t really get along well with either of them or the rest of their kind.  Hopefully they didn’t think I was a pervert for wearing Aaron’s hat and beat me up.

“Sup bro, we were just about to get some food before hitting the gym.  Wanna come with?”  the other jock asked me.  Judging from his tone, he seemed surprisingly friendly with me.

Were they serious?  Did these jocks actually think I was one of them?  I would never get an opportunity to hang out with them again, so I agreed.  Part of me felt guilty for ditching my nerdy friends to hang out with the jocks, but I knew they were cool guys.  My perspective on these two big jocks changed as I walked with them.  For some reason, I felt a strong sense of camaraderie with them, almost like I’ve known them for a long time.  I’m not sure why I was so intimidated by them before.  They were really chill.

I saw another one of my friends as I walked with my new friends.  I waved to him, but he barely seemed to notice me.  Was he mad at me for skipping lunch with them or did he seriously not recognize me since I was hanging out with the jocks?  It almost felt like he didn’t know me at all.

I pulled out my phone to see what was up with him, until I realized that Bryan had finally responded to me.

Bryan: My bad.  Thought you were someone else.  He must’ve given me the wrong number.

Was this some kind of prank?  He obviously knew my number.  Of course he knows who I am.  Whatever, I don’t care what a nerd like him thinks.  I put my phone away and resumed chatting with my jock friends.  You know, my real friends.  I noticed as I walked with them that they didn’t look as big and menacing as they seemed.  Either that or maybe I hit my growth spurt recently.

We went and got food, with the jocks making sure I got enough protein.  I swear I almost never eat this much.  The jocks must eat a lot to stay in shape, I thought to myself.  But did they seriously want me to go to the gym with them?  I had class soon.  But these guys were cool and I didn’t want to disappoint my bros.  I figured I could miss a day and go lift with them.  As long as it doesn’t turn into a habit.

I realized as we stepped into the gym that I had never worked out before nor had I stepped into an actual gym.  I was worried about coming across as weak and humiliating myself in front of them. I changed into some clothes that I'm not really sure when I bought, a tank top and gym shorts.  To my surprise, I simply followed the motions of my bros and I was able to work out with them just fine.  I noticed that I was able to keep up with their workouts, and I surprised myself with how much I could lift.  It shouldn’t have been possible to lift as much as they did but maybe they were just going easy on me because they knew I was a beginner.  By the time we finished, I was just in time for my last class.  But just before I parted ways with my new friends, one of them said something that caught me off guard.

“Later, Moore.”

Must’ve been a slip of the tongue.  There was no way in hell they mistook me for Aaron.  At least it gave me a mental reminder to give Aaron his hat back next time I see him.  Although…his hat is so nice that I’m a little tempted to keep it for myself.  He could always just get another one, right?  I just don’t want him to see me wearing it though, so I’ll only do it when he’s not around.

In class, everyone was still staring at me as if I went to school in my underwear.  Maybe there was something weird about me, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.  I did smell a little bit since I came from my workout, but I don’t think it was that.  I shrugged it off.  They can stare all they want for all I care.  I felt incredibly sore after my workout, and my arms looked unnaturally swollen.  If I had to be honest, I almost felt as big as the two jocks I worked out with.  But in such a short amount of time?  With no prior lifting experience?  That was impossible.

I found myself completely zoned out and indifferent to class today.  All I wanted to do was leave and uh…What was it that I had going on later?  I pondered that thought throughout the entire class period.  Eventually, we were dismissed and I was free to leave.  I was walking towards the dorms until I ran into, guess who?  Aaron Moore.

“Hey bro, you still coming to practice?”  he asked.

“Practice?”

“Yeah, baseball practice, you big dummy!  You know, you’re always so forgetful, dude.  Good thing I always was the smarter one, bro.”

“Yeah, you’re right, bro.  My bad.”  I’m not sure which statement I was agreeing with.  But as I looked at him, I realized something.  He was wearing his hat!  But then how was I wearing his hat if he was wearing it?  “I thought you lost your hat.  How are you wearing it?”

“I was wearing my hat all day, dude.  One day you decided to copy me and wear your hat to school like I do.  But honestly, I think you rock it better than I do, so keep it up.  You’ll impress the ladies.”  But I was gay.  And I’ve only had this hat for a day.  If it wasn’t his, then how was it actually mine?  I was overwhelmed and full of questions after everything that had happened today, from my growth spurt, to me hanging out with the jocks, to my old friends barely knowing who I am, but I didn’t seem to have the brain power at the moment to seek the answers to them.

As we walked, I kept chatting with Aaron as if it was natural, as if we always knew each other.  Something felt off, but I couldn’t figure it out.  Was it because we were going to practice?  I’ve never played baseball in my life.  Nah, that can’t be right.  I feel like I’ve swung a bat before…  We went into the locker room to change.  I looked in the mirror and paused for a second.

My reflection wasn’t there.  Someone else’s was.  Someone much stronger and much taller than me.  That wasn’t me.  It was Aaron Moore.

No, except it wasn’t an exact match.  There was enough different about the guy in front of me to know that it wasn’t Aaron.  This figure was a little stronger than him, and still stood probably a little over 6 feet tall.  I walked closer.  “Aaron” walked closer.  I moved my hand to feel my face.  So did “Aaron”.  A dull, confused look appeared on his face.  Had I really become him?  But Aaron was over on the other end of the room changing.  Then who am I?  Was I like this since I put the hat on earlier?  I reached into my wallet and pulled out my ID.

Aiden Moore...That’s not my last name.  That’s…Aaron’s?  Normally I wouldn’t have minded taking his last name, but we definitely WEREN’T married.  As far as I knew, Aaron was as straight as an arrow.

Date of Birth: 08/17/2003…If I recall, that’s Aaron’s birthday.  I knew my birthday, and it was in January.  Don’t tell me…Are we…?

I compared the face in the ID to the one in the mirror.  It wasn’t an illusion, and it wasn’t a dream.  It was like I was his twin!  Aaron was an only child though and I only had sisters.  At this point, I was so confused and overwhelmed.  Panic was the only emotion I could feel as I felt like I was going through an identity crisis.  I realized that this all started when I wore his hat.  I reached to grab it off of my head…until I felt a hand touch my shoulder.  My bro…I mean Aaron.

“Admiring yourself in the mirror, bro?  Yeah, you’re a pretty handsome dude just like me.  I think it runs in the blood, you know.  You like that, right?”  He placed his other hand on my head, pushing the hat tighter on my head.  I nodded.  I proceeded to flex, as I became self-absorbed with my own reflection.  I always thought rather highly of myself, especially about my body.  At this point, I couldn’t comprehend the paradox of me somehow being his own non-existent twin brother.

“You know, not every guy is lucky enough to have a cool brother like I do, let alone a twin.  The two of us can play ball together, work out together, and even get all the chicks we want together.  This is all you ever wanted, right?”  He wasn’t necessarily wrong, but I wanted to be “with” Aaron, not be him.  Whoever granted me this wish got it all wrong.  But as I listened to him, I started to realize that maybe it wasn’t my wish to begin with.

“Yeah bro.  This shit’s the life, dude.”  I noticed Aaron’s face light up as I said that.  The way I talked sounded like it came out of the mouth of some dudebro.  I noticed his irresistible smirk that was always on his face when he was in a good mood.  As I kept admiring myself in the mirror, I felt my mind slow…down...like it was on autopilot…

“That’s right…Just let it happen…  I know it’s been a while, so it’s okay if you don’t remember, but you know that one trophy we won a couple years back?  During senior year?”

“Fuck yeah, bro.  I remember.”  But I’ve never played baseball before…But…I have right?  I know I have.

“You know you were the reason we won, right?  One lucky hit in the bottom of the ninth, and you practically won us the game.  I’ve never been more proud of you bro.”  Aaron patted me on the back.  I remembered that game fondly, even though I should have no recollection of it.  That year, our baseball team was the best in the state.  And I…led our team to a championship?  As much as I tried to deny it in my head, the memories felt real.  But why was he reminding me of this now?

“You didn’t do half bad yourself, bro.”

As Aaron and I kept chatting, the memories of being his twin brother kept flowing into my brain, as memories of my former life faded away.  Turns out that I was the brother he never had.  We were a pair.  We complemented each other perfectly.  I was actually the twin brother of the most popular guy in the school.  I remember I thought he was hot…wait, what the fuck, bro?  That’s gay as shit.  And weird.  This was my own twin we were talking about.  Although I guess if I was a handsome stud, then he’d have to be too.  After all, no girl can resist either one of us.

“So the hat is working…”  Aaron whispered under his breath.

“What hat?”

“Nothing, bro!  I was just saying how good your hat looks on you.  Come on, let’s go.”  I followed him, as my transformation was now complete.

From this day on, I was Aiden Moore, Aaron Moore’s twin brother.  Except that’s who I was technically born as and that's who everyone already knew me as.  Although we had a lot in common, I definitely felt more like a stereotypical jock.  I was loud, cocky, and masculine, almost to the point of brutishness, compared to my brother who was a lot more laid-back and charismatic.  Not that it was a bad thing, although most nerds and weaker men would disagree.  But what me and Aaron did have in common was playing sports, working out, fucking chicks, and being the most popular guys in the school.  I know I wanted to be closer to Aaron, but I never expected this.  But at the same time, it felt good, almost pleasurable at times.  I realized that in my new state, I could hardly last a day without an orgasm, whether it was in my grip or in some bitch’s pussy.

Two days later, I had biology again.  I remembered I kinda struggled with this class.  I sat behind my bro as usual.  I was grateful for him since he always helped me with the homework.  I noticed him talking to the professor in private when we got to class.  When I asked him, he wouldn’t say.  It wasn’t like him to keep secrets from me.  We practically knew everything about each other after all.  After class, I was called to stay after by Mr. Martin.

“Aiden Moore…Your brother told me to check up on you.  Is everything alright?  Did you need any guidance on the homework, too?”

“Never felt better, bro.  I think I was just up too late partying the other day.  And nah, I eventually figured it out, dude.”  I conveniently hid the fact that I copied the answers off of some nerd.

“Good, good.”  Mr. Martin smiled.  “I won’t leave you too long.  I know you two have your hands full with practice today.  Hmmm…Still wearing that hat, I see.  It suits you well, Aiden.”  I saw him write something down in a notebook as I left.  Mr. Martin was always cool.  I felt like he understood me and my brother better than most teachers here.  I couldn’t help but feel grateful for him, but for what?  I quickly discarded that thought because it wasn’t important to me.

What was important to me was hitting the gym with my bros.  I ditched class again, I don’t even remember what the class was anyways.  Probably nothing important.  As long as I pass and get to stay on the team, I couldn’t care less about how badly I do in school.  I’m basically only here because I got some fancy scholarship.

At the gym, I always pushed myself to lift the heaviest weights.  All of my bros were impressed with how much I could lift.  Must run in the blood.  After school, I went to practice with Aaron.  We shared a room at the dorms, and on the weekends, we always went to the biggest parties our school had to offer.  We always bragged to each other about what girls we slept with that night, almost like it was a competition.  Man, this was the life.  I never felt like I understood Aaron on a personal level until recently, but man, we were the luckiest pair of brothers in the school.

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Jake cleared his through and stood at the front of the room. My friends—Jake, Zach, and I—have been swapping bodies with various people for months at a time, experiencing lives that were completely different from our own. But this month's switch was perhaps our most daring yet.

"Alright, gentlemen, let's get started," Jake announced, his voice tinged with authority. He glanced over at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes, before clearing his throat and scanning the clipboard. "First up, Officer Burton."

I tried to sit up and stand but my new large plump body made it difficult. I laughed as I struggled to get up and finally was able to stand tall. I adjusted my new glasses, and felt the weight of the police uniform draped over my borrowed body.Jake began to recite details about Officer Burton—his family, his hobbies, his daily routine. Jake noted that Officer Burton was married, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Ugh I was hoping he was gay" I said using Officer Burton's voice. We all laughed.

Next came Zach, who had swapped bodies with Officer Miller. Jake rattled off facts about Miller's recent divorce. Zach grinned sheepishly, knowing this meant he could have some fun this weekend. He adjusted the stiff collar of his new uniform.

Finally, it was Jake's turn. He had assumed the identity of Officer Doone, a burly man with a love for cigars. Jake read off the facts before him and smiled loving each part of his new personality.

As Jake finished reading off the last of the details, we couldn't contain our laughter any longer.

"Oh this is going to be a fun one" Zach exclaimed between fits of coughing laughter, his voice echoing in the small room. He held onto his large stomach as he doubled over.

We all stood in a circle admiring our new bodies, a stark difference from the college students were were in last month.

"Well, I'm off, Officer Doone's wife better be waiting for me" said Jake pushing his hips forward.

"I'm gonna hit the bar, luckily I don't have anyone to deal with" Zach gloated.

"I'm tired of being in straight guys, it always feels weird" I said beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"Just go to a gay bar, or be DL in his body, no one will know. Besides, when you put us in those gay guys bodies on vacation we didn't complain" said Jake. We laughed, and went our separate ways. I hopped in my car and began to please myself. I wanted to get it done before I went back to my guys house. Despite being straight this was going to be a fun body and I couldn't wait to see what the month held for us.

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CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

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Exchange Student

Believe me when I tell you when I say that this is not what I wanted. Sure, I have been super critical of my nation… you just need to look at global news to understand why I didn’t feel proud of being an American. Maybe I shared that feeling to strongly with Filip, one of the exchange students that were studying on campus. Imagine my surprise when he switched our bodies a couple of days before he returned to his home country. Now I am super scared of getting on that plane and traveling to a poor east European country. Well… at least Filip is a handsome gal… this next couple of months will definitely change my perspective and determine if I was wrong or I was right on everything that I thought of my nation.