#Male Body Swap

[mrwavellswaps]

Mr. Wavell, If someone where to try and get your help steal the body of their boyfriends hunky father, would you be able to help?

Is this even really a question? Of course I would help!! There’s nothing I would love more than to help someone steal a hunky dilf body. Especially if that dilf happened to be their boyfriends dad 😈 Oh but how would I do it I wonder?…

Of course there loads of different and o ways I could help make it happen. Giving them the power to ghost possess people. Have them put on the dad’s clothes to cause a transformation into him. Give them something that’ll transform the dad into a bodysuit that’ll permanently seal after being put on. However I think I’d wanna keep it simple this time. I’d just give them a once in a life time body swapping power. All they have to do is look at the person they want to swap with and think really hard about becoming them. The magic would do the rest!

Simple as I said but sometimes that can be the best way to do it. Imagine the dad standing there confused as his sons boyfriend glares at him lustfully only for his soul to be forcefully pulled from his body moments later. Both their souls swirling around before diving into the opposite body. The dad quickly going from being even more confused and shocked than ever to being full on terrified as he looks across the room to see his old dilf body grinning at him maliciously. Soon realising as he looks down at himself that his sons boyfriend somehow just stole his body!?

After that the dad would be forced to watch as the body snatcher begins touching and groping at his new hot hunky dad body. Naturally the dad would beg for him to swap back, promising he won’t tell anybody but his former self would only continue to smile as he tells him it’s permanent. Now the dad con do nothing but sit back and watch as another man parades around in his body, constantly going on about how hot he is. Meanwhile he’s stuck in his sons boyfriends body. Sure it might be younger but, it was nowhere near as good as his old body. What was his son going to think about all this?…

Meanwhile I’d probably have been watching this all unfold. Whether it be from the comfort of my mansion, watching it on the TV that runs on the same magic as a crystal ball alongside my boyfriend Dane. Or I’d be there watching in person, only invisible as to not disturb the incredibly hot scene unfolding before me. Definitely don’t wanna miss the part where they whip out that fat new dad cock for the first time that’s at least twice the size of their old one…

#asks #magic #permanent #male body theft #male body swap #identity theft #hairy #mr wavell #dad #age progression #muscle theft #straight to gay

[bodyswappertransforming]

Time traveler, Elias. A French royal.

In the vast expanse of the universe, a galaxy shimmered with the stories of a man unlike any other—Elias. Born of a distant star system, Elias possessed extraordinary abilities: he could bend time, shift his form, and adopt any identity he chose. His curiosity about the universe’s countless narratives propelled him through time and space, leading him to Earth—a planet rich with history and drama.

Elias's latest fascination was the Earth's historical tapestry, specifically France during the 1600s. He chose to immerse himself in one of its most vibrant epochs—the reign of King Louis XIII, mistakenly recalling the name as King George in his intergalactic data banks. His goal was not just to observe but to participate, to live amongst the figures of history.

Transformation and Journey

Elias stood beside his time machine, a sleek structure of chrome and pulsating lights that hummed softly in the cold silence of space. Before embarking on his journey to 17th century France, Elias initiated his transformation. His body shimmered as his molecular structure rearranged itself. His skin took on a pale hue, his eyes a deep brown, and his hair curled into the fashionable shoulder-length locks of the time. He grew slightly taller, his physique molding into an elegant, aristocratic form—a perfect specimen by the standards of any era.

The final touch was his attire. With a thought, the fibers of his alien fabric morphed, taking on the rich textures and colors of a nobleman's wardrobe of the 1600s. He donned a doublet of deep blue velvet, breeches, and a lace collar, his boots polished to a high shine. Elias looked into the reflective surface of his machine; he now bore the image of a French aristocrat, complete with a feathered hat resting jauntily upon his curls.

Arrival and Adaptation

With a flicker of light and a ripple through the fabric of reality, Elias and his machine discreetly arrived in a wooded area near Paris. He stepped out into the fresh, earthy air of the past, the ground firm under his heeled boots. Hidden from view, he practiced his French accent, letting the lilting tones and courtly phrases roll off his tongue until he sounded every bit a man of France.

Elias quickly made his way to Paris and, using his charm and wit, infiltrated the royal court. His uncanny ability to mimic behaviors and his knowledge of historical events allowed him to blend in seamlessly. The court was a whirlwind of intrigue and opulence, and Elias thrived in it, his every movement and decision calculated to bring him closer to the king.

Rising in the Court

King Louis XIII, known for his complex personality and interest in the arts—and, as Elias had discovered in his data, a subtle fondness for attractive men—soon took notice of Elias. His intrigue was piqued not only by Elias’s striking looks but also by his insightful conversations and mysterious air.

Elias became a regular companion to the king, discussing art, politics, and philosophy. His unique perspectives and solutions to courtly issues, often inspired by his journeys across time and galaxies, made him indispensable. Despite his origins and abilities, Elias found a genuine connection with Louis, appreciating the king's intellect and often convoluted emotions.

The Man Behind the Mask

As months turned into years, Elias, now known as the Comte de Vire, lived a life full of earthly pleasures and royal confidences. Yet, beneath the grandeur, he remained a traveler at heart, always aware of his true self. He documented his experiences meticulously, storing them in the vast libraries of his mind to share with his own kind, across the stars.

Though he could have lived centuries in the blink of an eye, Elias knew his time at the French court would eventually come to an end. The pull of other times and worlds was strong. But as he prepared to leave, he realized that his journey through the past had changed him, imbuing him with a deeper understanding of humanity’s complexities and beauty.

With one last look at the gilded halls of the palace, Elias stepped back into his machine, the man who could traverse galaxies disappearing with a whisper into the fabric of time, his heart ever enriched by the memories of a king and a court that once, even if just for a short while, he could call home.

Elias, now the Comte de Vire, swiftly adapted to the rhythms and rituals of court life in 17th century France. Each morning, he awoke in his luxurious chambers furnished with opulent tapestries and intricate furniture that spoke of a craftsman's hand long stilled. His valet, a young Parisian lad, would assist him in dressing, layering the fine linens and arranging the rich fabrics that marked his noble status.

Breakfast was a subdued affair in his quarters, often just fresh bread with a bit of cheese, and sometimes fruit, all washed down with a small cup of wine. The real spectacle of dining came later in the day, at communal meals where the court gathered in all their finery. Here, Elias would navigate the delicate dance of court politics, his keen senses picking up undercurrents of intrigue among the clink of cutlery and murmur of voices.

Afternoons were reserved for various court activities. Elias often attended the king during his hunting excursions. These provided a chance to discuss matters of state and philosophy while riding through the extensive royal forests. The physical activity was a pleasure for Elias, whose alien constitution thrived on the challenge, and it also cemented his bond with King Louis.

A Trusted Confidant

As one of the king’s favorites, Elias also participated in the more intellectual pursuits of the court. He attended poetry readings in the royal library, discussions on the latest scientific discoveries, and debates on theological discourse. His unusual insights and exotic experiences, masked as the wisdom from distant travels on Earth, made him a captivating figure in these circles.

Evening Entertainments

Evenings were a grand affair, often beginning with large dinners followed by balls or performances in the palace's opulent halls. Elias, with his grace and elegance, excelled in these settings. His ability to dance flawlessly, a skill enhanced by his alien agility, made him a desired partner among the ladies of the court, and his refined conversation endeared him to many.

During quieter moments, Elias enjoyed the king’s more private company, where they shared a love of the arts. King Louis had a penchant for music and often invited esteemed musicians to perform. In these settings, Elias shared tales of distant stars and celestial melodies, cleverly veiled as fantasies, which delighted the king’s imagination.

An Alien Among Humans

Amidst the splendor and the ceaseless whirl of court life, Elias maintained his extraterrestrial nature hidden beneath his human facade. He adapted his daily routines to fit those of a 17th-century nobleman, yet at night, in the privacy of his chambers, he reverted briefly to his true form, allowing his body to rest in its natural state—a luminous, fluid presence that hummed with the quiet energy of the cosmos.

His room was equipped with hidden compartments where he kept his alien technology and instruments that monitored cosmic events and time-space coordinates, ensuring his link back to his own world remained intact.

The Looming Deadline

As the months slipped by, Elias, now deeply entrenched in the life of the 17th-century French court and closely bonded with King Louis XIII, faced a crucial turning point. His time device, a marvel of his advanced civilization, imposed a strict rule: remain in any non-native time period for no more than two years or risk becoming permanently anchored to that era, unable to return or travel elsewhere. With 18 months already behind him, the six-month countdown began.

The Richness of Life at Court

Elias's days were a tapestry of elaborate rituals and intimate connections. He had not only the king's ear but also the camaraderie and affection of other notable figures within the court, including several he met during the private, more risqué gatherings. These relationships were complex, woven with threads of desire, intrigue, and mutual respect.

Each individual offered something unique: a young duke taught him the finer points of fencing, a pastime that became both a physical and strategic exercise; a witty marquis shared the unspoken rules of navigating court gossip and alliances; and a poet, a regular at the smaller, more intimate gatherings, provided a window into the soulful side of the court through verses that often mirrored Elias's own hidden feelings of displacement and longing.

The Deepening Bonds

The king and Elias shared more than just a bed; they shared dreams and fears, the king speaking of the burdens of monarchy, Elias listening and offering advice culled from his vast experience across galaxies. These conversations often took place in the quiet sanctity of the king’s private chambers, away from the prying eyes and ears of the court.

As Elias’s departure neared, these moments grew more poignant, tinged with the unspoken knowledge of their impending end. The king, initially unaware of the true nature of Elias’s dilemma, came to sense his confidant’s growing melancholy.

The Decision to Leave

With the two-year mark approaching, Elias knew he had to prepare to leave, a decision that weighed heavily on him. He began to withdraw slightly, trying to ease the pain of his eventual departure for both himself and those he cared for. Yet, as he started to pull away, it only drew some of his closest companions closer, sensing the change and desiring to make the most of the remaining time.

One evening, in the cover of the royal library, Elias shared his secret with the king. He explained his otherworldly origins and the rules that bound him, expecting disbelief but meeting instead an understanding only a fellow bearer of heavy burdens could offer. The king was devastated but honored Elias’s trust, vowing to keep his secret.

Preparing for Goodbye

The final weeks were a bittersweet mixture of last experiences and quiet farewells. Elias spent his days reflecting on what he had learned about humanity—its capacity for love, its pursuit of pleasure, and its grappling with power and morality. Each relationship had enriched him, taught him new facets of human emotion and connection that he could have never comprehended in the abstract vastness of space.

At a grand farewell masquerade, the court turned out in full, the air one of celebration but underlaid with a current of farewell. Elias danced with the king, his friends, and his lovers, each dance a goodbye, each smile a memory to cherish.

Departure

When the night of departure finally arrived, Elias slipped away quietly after the festivities, his heart heavy but his resolve firm. He returned to his time machine, set in the secluded woods where he had first arrived. As he activated the controls, the soft hum of the engine a familiar comfort, he took one last look at the starry sky—so different, yet the same as the one above his own home.

The machine whirred to life, and with a final pulse of light, Elias left the 17th century behind, carrying with him the lessons of love, loyalty, and humanity—a traveler forever changed by his journey among the stars.

#bodyswap #mental change #male transformation #fantasy #personality change #male body swap #gay #male tf #disguise transformation #time travel #king

[juanbodyswapstfs]

Dm if interested in body swap roleplay!

#bodyswap #himbotransformation #hunktransformation #male body swap #muscle tf #stolen body #male skinsuit #male tf #alpha man #alpha muscle

[tfgalore]

I can’t believe my luck! The cops nearly had me, a few more seconds and I’d be back in a damp, dark prison cell. But I saw this hunk working out in his garage as I was running past. It had been years since I used my ability to swap bodies with someone, but I had no choice.

When I came to, I felt so much stronger and taller than before. I grinned as I looked down to see my new body. I was in the jacked body of the hunk I saw earlier. “Fuck…this is perfect!” I grinned as I grabbed my phone, using my handsome face to unlock my new phone. I scrolled through the news, a grin spreading across my face as I saw the breaking news headline.

“Dangerous criminal re-apprehended after escape attempt.” The headline read, followed by a video of my old self, a fat ugly guy screaming that he was innocent. I laughed it off, flexing my new bicep in the garage mirror as I snapped a shot of my body. I’m definitely gonna enjoy this…

#gay #male body swap #body swap #gay body swap #caption

[vindictivenerdcels]

Ever since he stole the firefighter's body, selfies filled his gallery. Be it in the gym, the swimming pool, his own bedroom and even inside his own bathroom, all places are decent spot for selfie if you look as good as this. Alphas doesn't have good angle because He always looks good at all time. And if people say that they are disturbed by you taking selfies in the elevator or hogging the mirror in a department store for your own vain, well they're just jealous they cannot command the space as well as you.

#male body swap #identity theft #nerd to hunk #personality change

[brossession-collection]

Dad's Cam Show (Re-uploaded)

Note: This is a story I wrote in 2020 that was previously deleted by Tumblr. Couldn't find it until I stumbled upon am old hard drive. Hope you enjoy.

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This social distancing shit is so boring. I get it. It’s needed. But god damn am I running out of things to do. Can’t even meet the guys I’ve been talking to on Grindr. Worse yet is that I’m stuck back at home. I was supposed to graduate college this year! Instead I was slumped over a computer screen in my PJs with my dad making his special pancakes. Ugh. Fuck this shit. I just wish I could go back to a better time.

Whatever. I’m done complaining. Dad’s getting groceries which means I can snoop around his shit. Yeah I’m that bored.

Dad’s a big burly guy. Heading into his mid-forties now and starting to gray up a little, but still keeping his body builder life style. He’s pretty open with me. He told me he used to do cam shows back before livestreams were even a thing. Made sense. Had to show off the bod somehow. Don’t know how mom thought about it but whatever. She’s out of the picture.

His room always had a musky woodsy cologne-y smell. His laundry hamper was even better. I always loved taking his briefs out of there and putting them on myself. I’ve been following his footsteps and bodybuilding myself, but I’m still a ways away before I have an ass and waist as large as his. So his 36in undies droop a bit. I grabbed his black cap too. Man. He loves this thing. Well, plus the 10 others caps he has. He always had it topping his head. Pretty sure he wears it to sleep too. I put it on and flexed like him. I got a bit of a boner but nothing crazy.

His dinosaur of a laptop was open, and logged in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyways. There were so many folders within folders. So much boring shit… and then I found “cam pics.”

The briefs I was wearing tented and wetted. Fuck I was so scared to open it. But I clicked it and… In there was only one image. I clicked on it to make it bigger and it was my dad. About 13 years ago. He was shirtless, and wearing the same cap that I have on my head right now. My eyes drifted from his hairy arms to his chest to eventually his bearded face. He looked so… tired? There was something about the softness in his expression that really got to me. And then…

“Hey son! I’m home! Could ya help me with the groceries?”

Shit. I got up and scrambled. The briefs were soaked and still being soaked. I had so many windows to close out of. Then I started hearing his footsteps come closer. I panicked and grabbed the top of the laptop to close it, but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, all the windows on the screen started to close. All except for the image of dad I had opened it. It enlarged by itself, and then the laptop started to fucking shake. I tried to get it to stop but it just kept rumbling. Fuck it. I wound up my fist and punched the screen. But there was no impact.

In less than a second my body followed my wrist into the screen. Everything went bright, and I was in a different room. I looked around. It looked like my parents’ room at our old house. The same laptop was in front of me showing the same image as before. Dad’s younger face looking back… And then I saw his eyes move. I froze. I looked at the time. 12:56 turned to 12:57. This wasn’t an image. It was a fucking livestream.

I slowly tilted my head. Dad did the same. I widened my eyes. So did dad. A smile crept over our faces. I just time travelled! And into dad’s body! Fuck there was so much I could do now!

“PING”

A old-school AIM notification popped up on screen. I maneuvered dad’s hand to the mouse and clicked on it. “Hey daddy. You gonna give us a show or what?”

“PING”

“Let’s see those hairy pits man!”

Fuck. I guess dad wasn’t kidding about these cam shows. Shit how do I reply? Do I just say something?

“Uh…” I gulped. Dad’s gruff voice was in my throat. “You guys mean… uh… this?” I lifted and flexed dad’s right arm. Immediately his armpit hair bursted out. Moist and smelly. My nose naturally turned towards the sweaty pit. Holy fuck was it musky. I took a deep whiff and groaned.

“PING. PING. PING. PING.”

“Fuck yeah daddy. Sniff that pit.”

“God damn you’re a big guy. How’s it feel huh?”

It felt amazing being so big. Watching everything I was doing be reflected by my dad on the recording was even better. The cockiness came in.

I wheeled the office chair back and did a double bicep pose. Sweat dripped off his hairy pits. I gave my face a rub and felt his beard scratch against his callused fingers. Then my hands felt the need to go down to his chest. I never felt so much pleasure from nipple rubbing in my life. The pings kept on coming. It was euphoric.

Dad’s cock was tenting the briefs I had put on earlier. I uncaged his 7 incher and let out a whiff of junk musk that filtered into my nose immediately. I started stroking and couldn’t stop. My other hand reached under dad’s taint, through the forest of pubes, and rammed a dildo into my dad’s ass crack.

“PING. PING. PING.”

“Holy fuck this is new! We gonna see a fingering show today!?”

“God damn man you enjoying yourself?”

I was. Everytime Dad’s moans left my throat I felt cock twitch a little bit harder. It just felt so amazing to feel his beefy arms rub against his beefy chest. His toes curling with every electric shock of pleasure moving through his beefy ass and legs.

I shot his load. Let out a gutteral yell. And it didn’t stop coming. My beard was soaked with three shots of cum. Chest was drenched with eight more. At this point, sweat was trickling down my temples. I relished in dad’s orgasm and then relaxed in the chair.

I watched as the notifications went crazy. Dad’s soft eyes housing my consciousness. Ugh. It felt incredible. I glanced over at his hat and felt the need to take it off. I did, and felt a wave of cool relief come off my head. Dad’s hair was cropped short, like a messy crew cut. And it was dripping with sweat. I felt the need to say something.“You like that, men?” Dad had so much suave in voice. The pings accelerated.I smiled and played with my cock. I could feel another round coming but felt a bigger presence unfold. Suddenly dad’s body started to shake. I tried controlling it, but I couldn’t weigh him down. My arms were flailing before my hands grabbed onto the edges of the desk. I whipped my head back, then head-butted the laptop screen. Light filtered through.

I was back at home, in my dad’s loose fitting briefs, his cap nestled on my head. Dad’s footsteps came by, then turned another direction. Guess he wasn’t coming by his room just yet. I looked down at his briefs, now soaked with my cum. Fuck. Was it just a dream?

It must’ve been. Just a fucking horny fever dream. What the fuck ever. Better than what I had been doing up until now. I leaned over to close the laptop but noticed something.

The image had turned into a recording.

#possession #hairy #bear #jock #ghost #male possession #male body swap #dad #beefy #stinky

[jessejaredstories]

Walk on the Wild Side

Sergio was a walking gay man’s fantasy. He was tall and muscular as fuck. Beefy could barely even begin to describe him as everything from his biceps, chest, thighs, back, and even ass were massive! He made his living off of flexing his hot body as well as fucking other beefy dudes on camera. Sergio was truly living the life many could only dream of having.

But although Sergio was living the good life, he couldn't deny that something was missing. More specifically, something about his sex life. Sergio loved his very active sex life and was more often than not satisfied after every hookup he had. Yet at the same time, Sergio found himself wanting more. He wanted something new, and he knew exactly who to contact. Kris the Kink Witch.

Sergio reached out to Kris through Twitter DMs. Kris, like Sergio, also made his living off of recording and selling the videos of his gay escapades. He was known to be one incredibly kinky motherfucker online, and he took great pride in it too- as evidenced by his self proclaimed title the Kink Witch. But unlike Sergio, Kris took a much more professional approach to his line of work. For Kris, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about money. He meant business, and he never shied away from demonstrating that fact.

Fortunately, Sergio was also pretty well-known in the online gay community. Kris recognized Sergio and responded back to him within a couple of minutes. Their conversation went as follows...

S: Hey, you're the Kink Witch right? I've got a request in mind.

K: Yo. Yeah that's me. You want to film a collab together?

S: Not at all. I was actually thinking you and I can link up and have some fun. No cameras. 

K: Sorry, I don't do charity work. 

S: Trust me, I don't either. I just need to have some real fun and I know someone like you can help me out with that goal. I'll pay you a good amount too if you're interested.

K: Go on, I'm listening...

Sergio and Kris went on to negotiate the deal. In exchange for a kinky night of fun, Sergio would pay Kris $2500 in cold, hard cash. However, in order to earn that money, Kris needed to get Sergio to cum and to feel real pleasure while doing it too. But before they could seal the deal, Sergio gave Kris a heads-up by saying that he had already done almost everything anyone can think of. If it wasn't something new and exciting like he wanted, then Sergio had no problem calling the deal off. Yet despite his stark warning, Kris accepted the deal without any hesitation. It slightly unnerved Sergio how confident Kris was. He was pretty sure they both had more or less the same amount of experience when it came to sex. Could Kris really know something Sergio didn't?

Regardless of the initial unease Sergio felt, it was too late to back down now. Kris was already on his way to his apartment. Sergio passed the time by doing the usual prep work of cleaning himself out, just as Kris told him to. Yet despite his best efforts to distract himself, Sergio couldn't help but wonder what Kris had in store for him.

Does this twink really think he's gonna satisfy me just by fucking me? Ha! I've already taken on plenty of men, there's nothing new he can do there! 

Sergio chuckled at his own thoughts. His curiosity was making his mind run wild. Luckily it didn't take much longer for Kris to arrive. He showed up at the entrance of the building and Sergio buzzed him in. Sergio then welcomed the young man into his home, and although he was excited to hook up, he couldn't help but wonder if he was in over his head by hiring some 20 something year old dude with messy hair and a dirty hoodie. 

"Alright, you ready?" Kris said as he began to strip down to nothing but his underwear. 

"Yeah, do you wanna go-" 

"Wrong answer," Kris interrupted Sergio. "I'll excuse the first mistake but you'll only address me as Sir, Daddy, or Papi from here on out. Got it?" 

Sergio was thrown off by how to-the-point Kris was but decided to just ignore it. 

"Yes, Sir." 

"Good boy, now whip out your cock. Get hard too,"

Sergio did as he was told. Kris did the same. Sergio was impressed with Kris' member. It was long and hairy with some decent girth too. Although his was definitely longer, Sergio's cock was the thicker one. They were both hung, Sergio like a bull and Kris like a horse. Once they were both erect, Kris reached down to his pants. He pulled out two rings out of the back pocket, one gold and one silver. He put the gold ring on, then handed the silver cock ring to Sergio.

"Put this on, then on the count of 3, twist it to the right."

Sergio held the cock ring in his hand. The silver hue of the ring almost seemed to glimmer under the light. He hesitated putting it on. It definitely wasn't the first time he wore a cock ring, but Sergio got an inexplicable feeling telling him that he shouldn't put it on. Kris noticed his hesitation right away.

"C'mon, don't be shy, put it on!" Kris said firmly. Sergio looked up and met his gaze but didn't say anything. A moment of silence passed, then Kris sighed.

"Look man, you paid me to do a job and I plan to deliver. You trust me, right?" 

Kris seemed slightly more empathetic now. It was just enough to make Sergio trust him. Sergio nodded, then proceeded to put on the ring. He placed it on the tip of his dick and slid it down to the base of his rock hard member. 

"Alright, ready? 1... 2... 3!!!"

Sergio and Kris then twisted their cock rings to the right at the same time. The moment they did, a wave of orgasmic sensations hit their bodies, causing them to throw their heads back with pleasure. 

"UURRGGGHHHHH!!!" They both moaned obscenely loudly. 

Sergio's vision blurred as he felt the wave of pleasure overtake him. His body trembled as the ring grew tighter around his cock, making it engorged. Then suddenly, Sergio became extremely lightheaded. He could feel his very soul leaving his body. As his soul stepped out of its vessel, Sergio lost all physical feeling as he became nothing but a mass of light. He looked ahead and saw the same had happened to Kris. Both of their souls had just stepped out of their bodies!

Sergio was mind blown by what he was seeing. But before he could even react, his soul began moving on its own. His soul was floating towards Kris' body. At the same time, Kris was floating towards his body. During the brief moment they passed each other, Sergio could've sworn he saw Kris smirking. His soul continued its march towards Kris' body, and as soon as it made contact, it began sinking into the soulless body. Sergio's soul aligned with its new vessel within seconds. Every single cell of Kris' was invaded by Sergio's soul, and he could feel ecstasy wash over him as his soon-to-be new body surrended itself to his control. Once it was done, Sergio immediately felt the difference as he longer possessed his jacked, beefy body but instead a hairy twink like Kris. 

"Arghh fuckk.. what the fuck..." Sergio said with his new voice. All of the extraordinary sensations he just experienced made him fall to the ground. While he was busy trying to recover, he could see his body moving out of the corner of his eyes. 

"Bro look at these fucking pecs! These are some massive slabs of meat on your chest!!" 

Sergio watched as Kris bounced and groped his pecs with shameless joy. Slowly but surely, while Kris was enjoying himself, Sergio came back to his senses. He sat up, then kneeled down onto his knees. Well, Sergio was mostly back to his senses anyway. The sight of seeing a burly man play his own chest was filling him with lust. The only thing on Sergio's mind was how to best worship and please his master. 

Kris noticed Sergio was basically drooling and smirked.

"What's the matter, you want something?" Kris stripped down naked, then bounced his pecs again. Sergio nodded his head vigorously. "Then ask for it, tell Daddy what you want."

"I want milk Daddy..." Sergio said with bated breath and dilated pupils. "Please, Sir, let me worship your beautiful pecs!" 

"Good boy," Kris put his thumb on Sergio's chin and flicked it down, leaving his mouth hanging open with his tongue out. "Now show your Daddy what you can do with that mouth."

As soon as he heard he got permission, Sergio couldn't contain himself anymore and pounced onto Kris. He immediately planted his mouth on one of Kris' nipples and began suckling away while Kris enjoyed getting serviced. He was smirking all the while. His plan had gone off perfectly; the cock rings switched their bodies! That was the kink Kris had planned for Sergio, and he knew it would be the fun night he could've never predicted. After all, nobody knew how literal his title of Kink Witch was. But while Sergio was aware that they switched bodies, there was one little detail Kris kept to himself. Both rings would allow a body swap, but only the gold one would let the user retain their original personality. Because Sergio used the silver cock ring, his soul was forced to absorb Kris' hidden total sub personality when it took over his body. It might still be Sergio in mind and spirit, but it was now Kris in personality. With Kris possessing Sergio's muscular body with his mind still intact, the conditions were now set for him to complete the request Sergio made. 

"FUCK yeah, just like that!" Kris moaned. He could feel as Sergio alternated between licking, sucking, and flicking his nipple with his tongue. His warm mouth felt amazing against his sensitive nipples. Kris pressed Sergio's face down into his chest. Sergio let out a muffled groan of pleasure as he motorboated Kris. They were both having the time of their lives, filling the room with their sensual moans. 

Kris let Sergio worship his chest for a while longer before moving onto the next phases. Within the span of the next half hour, they made out passionately and intensely. Kris stuck his tongue inside Sergio's mouth as they grinded their bodies together, sharing their body heat together. Kris then began moving his mouth down Sergio's body, covering his neck and torso with hickies as he bit and sucked on his body. All while Kris had his middle finger firmly set inside Sergio's ass, massaging his hole and making him squirm while he claimed him as his sub. 

Then, before the final act, Kris tore Sergio off his body. He had a hand wrapped around his throat, lightly choking the panting young man. Sergio's eyes were lit with an intense lust, begging and desperate for more. Kris smiled internally. He had him right where he wanted him.

"Fuck, Boy!! You really know how to please your Master, I wanna give you a reward... Are you ready? Are you ready for Daddy's present for his favorite sub?" 

Sergio whispered "yes Sir, please Sir." Kris then pulled out a couple more things he brought and gave them to Sergio, who put them on enthusiastically. 

Sergio laid there with his ass perked up. Kris came up from behind and laid his big, strong hands on Sergio's perky cheeks. He massaged him first, letting Sergio's bubble butt jiggle in his hands for a bit. He then spread his cheeks apart and leaned down to stick his tongue deep inside his ass.

"Nghh..." Sergio groaned. He could feel Kris' tongue swirl and flick around inside of him and it. Felt. AMAZING. 

Kris ate Sergio out for a while, making sure his ass was nice, wet, and ready for his girthy cock. Once he had enough of using his tongue, Kris got back up and positioned himself just above Sergio. He let his dick rest in between his cheeks and moved it up and down, making Sergio squirm in anticipation. Then, with a wide grin on his face, Kris stuck his dick inside of Sergio. He let out a silent "fuck..." as he watched his cock head penetrate his bound up sub. He thrusted slowly, letting inch by inch of his fat member disappear into Sergio's hole. Kris was proud of his tight and warm hole, and now he finally got a chance to fuck himself in a very literal way. He waited a bit to let Sergio's wall expand to accommodate his dick, then began pounding away at him. 

Loud obscene moans, guttural groans, and boorish grunts filled the room as the two men fucked. Kris found the perfect rhythm to move his hips, fucking Sergio like he was a jackhammer. Sergio closed his eyes as he took the dicking down like a champ. Somewhere in the back of his head was the vague memory that he and Kris had switched bodies. The thought of getting fucked by his own body made his pleasure increase tenfold. It was his own cock stretching out his hole and rearranging his insides. It was a strange thought, but Sergio didn't care. All he could think about was how he was Daddy's personal fleshlight and how much he was loving servicing a big, strong man like Daddy. 

They fucked for a while longer until Kris couldn't hold his load in any longer. He pulled out, flipped Sergio over, tore off the jockstrap, then stuck his cock back on.

"C'MON! CUM FOR ME! COVER ME WITH YOUR- FUCKKKKK!!!!"

Kris finished mid sentence. He rammed his throbbing dick deep inside Sergio and let out all of his loads inside of him. Hearing Kris' satisfied groaning as he cummed along with the sensation of getting filled with his seed made Sergio shootout ropes of warm jizz all over. Within seconds, they had both become incredibly sweaty, potently musky, and drenched in Sergio's spunk. Sergio got his walk on the wild side and Kris completed his job.

Once they cooled down and cleaned up, Sergio collapsed onto his bed. Aside from the mind blowing sex, he was also exhausted by swapping bodies. He was a first time swapper after all, it was only natural. 

But just before he could drift away into a deep sleep, he noticed Kris was still moving around with his body.

"Hey... what are you doing?"

"Daddy's gonna go have a night out with his bros. Don't worry about it, just go to sleep."

Kris hopped into bed with Sergio. He kissed him on the forehead, snuggled with him, and watched as he fell asleep in his embrace. Sergio was way too tired to question it, and Kris was glad. Kris then hopped out of bed and let Sergio rest inside his body while he went out to complete his next assignment: find a hairy, muscle bear with a big ass. Now it was his turn to bottom, and although Sergio woke up the next morning not knowing where Master was with his body, he had no problem patiently and eagerly waiting until Daddy returned home.

#male body swap

[fullfriendnerdclutch]

"Fuck bro, that spell shared by Hugh is legit!" exclaimed Ricky from Alvaro's body

"Look at you two, not so strong anymore, aren't you? Yall won't get away from this until we drain our balls on you two lol, just like what you guys did to us last week drenched us with your piss!" said by Toby from inside Leon's body

"That will teach you to not mess with people, not like you will be able to mess with people ever again looking like that, ha!" chimed Ricky

As they lowered their pants to reveal their former bullies fat uncut cock, the two bullies can only cowered in fear as they eventually felt the humiliation (and warmth) of being drenched in piss. The two former nerds in control of their bullies body simply smirked as they enjoyed their sweet retaliation. Then, Ricky from inside Alvaro body (the one with the snapback) said

"Fuck dude, I just remembered about Benny and Eddie and some other guys telling their plan to Hugh. They planned to use the spell not on the jocks in campus, they planned to use it to their awful families and some other people,"

"What? That's possible?"

"Yeah....I don't remember Hugh explaining any limitation. Just imagine Benny and Eddie swapped their bodies with their Marine brothers?"

"Aw shit, go check the group chat, maybe they shared pictures or anything,"

As planned and predicted, Benny shared a picture to the group chat of a selfie he took in his older brother's body while Eddie stood next to him, both older brothers are best friends and always teased the shit out of their two brainy younger brothers.

But not stopping there, Ty shared a selfie of his older brother, Darius, clothed in tight UA that emphasized Darius insanely ripped physique. The chat that followed confirmed that Ty is now inside Darius and he stated that he needed to skip game night session for tonight as he got "business to settle" with his older brother now trapped in Ty's lanky body.

Meanwhile, Ian shared a picture of his manipulative uncle that took care of him ever since his parents dead in his bathrobe with a glass of wine. From the angle, Ricky believed that the picture was taken while the cameraman kneeled, and it seems like Iam really swapped with his uncle.

Reading the whole changes caused both Ricky and Toby having a hard-on, which is ten more times more beautiful and intoxicating as they are now in possession of Alvaro and Leon's monster cock that easily reached 9 inches when hard. Looking at each other's eyes, they laughed maniacally as they shoved the entirety of their meat inside their former bullies that still drenched in piss and too afraid to even fight back. The revenge is just starting, and it's not going to finish anytime soon

#male body swap #revenge body swap #family body swap #nerd to jock #nerd to hunk #bully

[bigboysfalldeep]

My first skin suit

For a while now, I've been visiting a local tennis court to watch handsome men run around in tight, short shorts, groaning with every swing, just to play ball.

Most of the people were pretty cute, but no one compared to Jake.

He would be there every Sunday and Wednesday to play against the same ol' guys, week after week. I figured they don't really know each other; they would never really talk, just chitchat during the match about the match.

Even though I never talked to him, I kind of knew he was an awful prick. Every game was the same. He would enter the court and play for a couple of minutes before discarding his pretty tight shirt to the side, exposing his well-formed physique. His shorts were barely able to contain his member, and it was visible most of the time.

This made him the center of attention every time—he was handsome, well-trained, and had a pretty smile. Jake was completely aware of this as well, and he made sure that not only every woman's but every man's eyes were on him only.

He wasn't a bad player either; his groans echoed across the field with every swing. He was quick on his feet and possessed talent and prowess as well.

I was so fucking envious, and it felt like he knew. At times, he would look at the crowd, flexing his abs, arms, and thighs for anyone to look at.

During my nightly web surfing, I stumbled across a, at first, weird-looking site. It was a doctor selling a special serum—an injection—to create special skin suits. The site promised a fast but high-quality result. Still, $1000 was a lot of money for me for something that might be just a scam.

But then I remembered all the times Jake was teasing his audience, showing off his pretty body, and that's when I made the decision to try it out.

What could possibly go wrong?

My package arrived two weeks later, and I was surprised at how good it looked. Also, there were multiple shots of the serum included with a personal note.

"Starterkit for your new collection."

I read the instructions, which told me there are three kinds of serums. The first one—the most important one—was to create the suit. The second one was to finish putting on the suit, and lastly, the third one was to get out of the suit.

This made me excited, and I wanted to try it.

The next Wednesday, I went to the tennis court again, and of course, Jake was already there—his beautiful chest exposed, of course.

With the serum inside my bag, I hid inside the bathroom—a tiny yet secluded kind of room with multiple stalls. I watched him use the bathroom so many times after two rounds of tennis. Like all of us, he was just a creature of habit.

Someone opened the door, and I peeked through the stall door. It was Jake who went straight to the urinal. He groaned as he pissed and kept running a hand across his sweaty chest—fuck, so hot.

He stretched his neck and walked over to the sink, looking at himself through the mirror—the opportunity to strike.

Jake wasn't able to see me; he was too busy admiring his own reflection. I caught him off guard, covered his mouth with my hand, pulled him back, and injected him right away.

He screamed into the palm of my hand and tried to fight me off, but the serum incapacitated him in mere seconds. Still, I pulled him back into my hiding place, locked the stall, sat down, and embraced him in a tight hug.

I never imagined holding a handsome man like Jake in my arms—fuck, I got hard right away. He kept breathing slowly, his eyes fixed on the ceiling, while I tenderly stroked his cheek again and again. His skin was sweaty yet so soft, and his scent was so damn delicious.

As his breathing got lighter, I started to stroke his firm chest; his nipples and pecs were so hard, just like his abs. It was a sensational feeling. But somehow, I felt his body deflating slowly.

The serum was actually working.

I ran my hand down his chest again and again before my eyes fell on his huge junk hidden inside his shorts. I grabbed him firmly through the fabric of his shorts—so hard, so good. But at the same time, all of him flattened rapidly.

After a minute, his shorts slid down his thighs and dropped to the cold bathroom floor. All that was left of this handsome, thick bloke was a rubber-like, skin-tight suit.

The kit included a sharp knife, which I used to open up the new skin suit for the very first time. Slowly, I stripped and discarded my old clothes on the floor behind me; there was no use for them anyway.

Then, I grabbed him by his shoulders and held him in front of me, like a tailored suit just made for me.

My own member was tenting visibly; I still couldn't believe this actually worked.

Carefully, I stepped into his legs; my own were barely able to fill his thick thighs and calves. It was a weird yet amazing feeling. This suit smelled, looked, and felt like Jake, yet I was able to simply step inside it.

It felt like putting on my biker leather suit. I loved how tight he was and how his skin dragged over my own. Even though he was slightly ill-fitting. He was a little bigger and much bulkier than me, after all.

Even though my cock was nearly fully erect, it wasn't enough to fill this suit, and that made me chuckle—he was packing.

The next thing I did was put his upper body on, one arm at a time. I slipped inside him, barely reaching his finger tips, and my arms were way too thin to fill him.

Lastly, I put his face on like a mask before I pulled the second serum out of my bag.

"Here we go."

I injected myself and felt the effect right away: my whole body was shaking, my head was spinning, and my stomach was twisting and turning. However, it actually worked: my body enlarged itself to fill Jake completely.

My arms, thighs, and chest grew bigger with every deep breath I took. This made me stroke myself and my chest again and again; it just felt soooo good.

I let out an audible moan, and to my surprise, I heard Jake's deep, manly voice. Using his hands and his fingertips to touch my new skin felt amazing. My body was tingling, almost tickling my inner self, and this made me chuckle again, using Jake's beautiful voice.

Shivers ran down my entire back once my head was flooded with serotonin, making me feel so fucking good. A side effect of the serum was to make the subject feel no pain, just pleasure.

My new member grew so hard so quick, and I needed to hold back releasing myself just now. I started touching myself, one hand at my junk, the other following my new firm 'jawline. Feeling my stubbly moustache made things worse, however.

"Fuck." I groaned, steading myself against the door in front of me, as it took all my strength to not cum right there. "So good." Instinctively, however, I started to jerk off, starting off softly and slowly at first, but my hand basically moved on its own.

After mere seconds, after edging on for a while, I came the first time through my new skin suit, covering the door with my precious cream. The release felt so good, and for a while, I just enjoyed the moment.

Loving my new scent, I smelled my own pits deeply. Damn, this was so fucking good. At the same time, my dick was still pulsating. Just touching myself made me leak some more, as all of me was acting purely on instinct.

I grabbed myself, touched myself, moaned, and groaned until a noise from outside snapped me out of this state of pure blissful trance. I needed to hurry up a bit.

Then, I got dressed again, leaving my old clothes behind. I just put on his tight underwear, shorts, and shoes. They suited me so well.

I stepped outside the stall and caught a glimpse of my new face. Damn, I was beautiful.

"I can't believe it worked." I groaned deeply, touching myself, my chest, and my junk once again. I grabbed my bag and Jake's old stuff and licked my lips. With one last look in the mirror, I winked at myself and left the bathroom.

It was time to go home and explore my new acquisition.

#male body swap #male body suit #male meat suit #male skin suit #male body switch #male tf #identity theft #male shapeshift #male transformation

[mrwavellswaps]

I really liked "a second lease", how the kind father becomes corrupted by the muscles and energy of his son's body, intoxicating power YEAH 😄, and ends up sealing their bodies and pretending not to know anything about it, do you think you will write a similar story in the future?

Funny you should ask this since another writer on here recently wrote somewhat of a sequel to A Second Lease! From what I can see it’s more like a wrap up to the original story I wrote but I’m gonna give it a read soon and then reblog it here!

And yes I’m certain I’ll write other stories like that! It’s such a fun way to write swaps. One person stealing another’s body through some sort of deception and then acting clueless when questioned about it. It’s a little sinister but I love that!

(I definitely need to use Zach as a model again as well)

#asks #male body theft #male body swap #permanent #identity theft #magic #male transformation #father and son #dad and son #daddy to jock #jock to daddy #dad #muscle theft

[max-the-many]

"Sorry dude, but your body really is a major upgrade. If you keep it low, you'll have it back in no time. So maybe see it as a chance to get another perspective" I said smirking, looking down at the bug I used to sneak in.

"I will take good care of you while I use your body, I promise"...

#male body switch #male body swap

[butterscotchpiesandguys]

Bad Boys Get More

I had been working my office job for years now, at least 3. I talked my way up and had been happily ready to be promoted. But last time someone got it over me, no big deal. I wasn't concerned. I mean he was here longer than even I was! So of course he did! And then this month I had applied and interviewed again for a manager spot. Even higher than I got before. Unfortunately... I had been passed up again.

This time was different though. This time was much much worse. It was some guy with tats all over his body. That wasn't the only problem either. Devin, the new "manager" and guy in question, just didn't show up to work some days. So I decided enough was enough and I tried to confront my boss about it. It was his decision ultimately.

"Hey." I said a bit annoyed, but trying to conceal it. "Mind if I have a piece of your time, Henry."

My boss looked at me, he was also a bit younger... not as young as me but not old old? Probably just about 40. "Yeah sure, what's it about." He said a bit plainly as he walked back into his office, me following.

"It's about Devin." He nodded, knowing what I was going to say. "Why was he chosen over me? I mean... he has such shit attendance! He barely even did his job!"

By now Henry was a bit upset, I had been talking about this for the past week to other co-workers and he had overheard it. This was his decision and now he'd let me know why. "You wanna know why Devin got the job instead of you? One simple reason. He's chill."

"What?"

He continued as if I hadn't said a word. "Devin's a cool guy, he's been here a little less than you, sure, but he won't complain when someone else gets the job instead of him." He looked at me and nodded, as if knowing something.

"But he hardly looks professional!" I blurted out.

"Neither do you, Colt." Colt? Who's Colt? "But don't worry, we don't discriminate here against what's on someone's body. Which by the way, what are all of yours about?" He pointed to my arm... what was happening to it?! Black writing was going down it and ink filled it up. Making images, Henry came over and looked at my arm.

"Oh that? That's a meaning between someone and... wait... no..." I tried to resist.

"No need... dang, what gym do you go to? I would ask the next question on our interview but you've worked here for a while and I do know you can lift more than 50 pounds now." I looked at my bulking up physique. I tried to stop it but it just looked like I was flexing more. I held back a chuckle.

"Well... I think the interview might be done. You have the job, unless you have questions for me."

"I-I... What did you do to me?!" I stood up and looked at my body. My clothes clung to every bit of me, an outline in my pants and pecs obvious.

"Why Colt, I just made you able to get the job you wanted. Trust me. We were going to give it to you anyways but with how you were acting? Devin put in a good word at least. Said all you needed to do was be more like him. So... there ya go." He stood up and shook my hand.

"You'll get used to your new life during your shift with Dev tonight, shouldn't take long. Tons of changes... hopefully you find them all for the better." Henry smirked as he walked out. Devin came into the room.

"Glad to see you finally got 'your' Position dude. We're gonna have fun tonight..."

#bulky #alpha jock #jock #jock bulge #jock tf #muscle #handsome #alpha male tf #alpha muscle #alpha man #alpha #mtm tf #male tf #muscle tf #male body swap #male body possession #male transformation #male to male #bad boy tf #bad boy #mental transformation #transformation #transform

[dcigar]

In the heart of the bustling city, amidst the clang of construction and the honking of impatient horns, there lived a man named Alex. By day, he was a mild-mannered accountant, crunching numbers in a sterile office. But by night, he became someone entirely different.

It all started innocently enough. One evening, Alex stumbled upon a leather shop tucked away in a dimly lit alley. Curiosity piqued, he ventured inside, drawn by the smell of rich, supple leather and the promise of hidden desires.

As he ran his fingers over the sleek jackets and rugged boots, something stirred within him. It was a feeling he couldn't quite place, a sense of exhilaration mixed with a hint of taboo. And when he slipped on a leather jacket, the world shifted.

Suddenly, Alex felt more alive than ever before. The cool touch of the leather against his skin sent shivers down his spine, and he couldn't help but admire his reflection in the mirror. Gone was the shy accountant; in his place stood a confident, powerful man.

From that moment on, Alex's life took on a new rhythm. He sought out leather wherever he could find it, reveling in the way it made him feel alive and free. He attended leather events and gatherings, immersing himself in the vibrant subculture that welcomed him with open arms.

But along the way, Alex faced challenges too. He grappled with his own insecurities and fears, worried about what others might think of his newfound passion. Yet with each step he took, he found strength in his authenticity, embracing his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather.

And as he walked through the city streets, head held high and leather-clad, Alex knew one thing for certain: he had discovered a part of himself he never knew existed, and he wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

One fateful evening, Alex decided to take his exploration of leather to the next level. He ventured into a renowned gay leather club, drawn by the promise of a community that understood and embraced his desires.

Inside the dimly lit club, the air was thick with anticipation and the scent of leather mingled with the heady aroma of cigars. As Alex made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging wash over him.

It was there, in the heart of the club, that he discovered his love for cigars. Entranced by the sight of men puffing on their smoldering sticks, he hesitantly accepted an offer to try one for himself.

As the rich, earthy flavor enveloped his senses, Alex felt a rush of pleasure unlike anything he had experienced before. The smoke danced on his tongue, filling him with a sense of warmth and contentment.

From that moment on, cigars became a staple of Alex's leather-clad adventures. He relished the ritual of lighting up, the camaraderie shared with fellow enthusiasts, and the way the smoke added an extra layer of intensity to his experiences.

With each visit to the leather club, Alex discovered more about himself and the vibrant subculture he had become a part of. And as he indulged in his love for leather and cigars, he found a sense of liberation and empowerment that he had never known before.

As Alex continued to immerse himself in the leather community and embrace his newfound passions, he decided to take another bold step: he grew a beard.

At first, it was just a stubble, a hint of rugged masculinity that complemented his leather-clad persona. But as time went on, Alex let his beard grow longer and fuller, until it became a defining feature of his appearance.

With each passing day, the beard became more than just a symbol of his masculinity; it became a symbol of his confidence and self-assurance. Running his fingers through the coarse hair, Alex felt a sense of pride in the person he had become.

As he walked through the city streets, leather jacket hugging his frame, cigar smoke trailing behind him, and beard framing his face, Alex felt like he was truly living life on his own terms. And with each passing day, he discovered new depths to his identity, finding joy and fulfillment in every aspect of his journey.

With his confidence soaring and his sense of self solidifying, Alex delved deeper into his exploration of leather. One day, while browsing through a leather boutique, he stumbled upon a pair of leather chaps.

Intrigued by their rugged appeal and the way they showcased his legs, Alex couldn't resist trying them on. As he fastened the buckles and adjusted the straps, he felt a surge of excitement course through him.

Stepping in front of the mirror, Alex admired his reflection. The leather chaps hugged his thighs snugly, accentuating every curve and contour of his body. He felt powerful, alluring, and completely in command of his desires.

From that moment on, leather chaps became a staple of Alex's wardrobe. Whether he was strutting through the streets or dancing the night away at the leather club, he always felt like the truest version of himself when he wore them.

Embracing his love for leather chaps was just another step in Alex's journey of self-discovery. With each new revelation, he felt more liberated and empowered, unapologetically embracing every aspect of his identity as a gay man who loved to wear leather. And as he continued to explore and celebrate his passions, he knew that the best was yet to come.

More to come…

#cigar #beardedgay #cigarpic #cigardaddy #male skinsuit #mental change #leatherman #gaycigarsmoker #cigarbeard #male transformation #leather #transformation #leather pants #leather chaps #explore #maletransformation #mtf #male body swap #bodysuit #bodyswap #nerd to jock #male shapeshift

[tfgalore]

Ha! That jock doesn’t even notice I stole his body yet. And by the time he wakes up in my old flabby body, I’ll be long gone in his yacht! Damn, it feels good to be young and hunky again! Just look at these massive powerful thighs and this toned torso! I’m gonna have lots of fun exploring this. This bulge is looking so enticing too, I might not even be able to wait till I get back home. I’m sure no one will mind a quick jerk on the deck of the boat…

#gay #male body swap #gay body swap #caption

[vindictivenerdcels]

I can't help but to move this hand down to this silly cartoon shorts and give this hardening cock a good tug as I watch the nerd parading around my body like he's some kind of goofy douchebag muscle jock. He's literally tarnishing my image by posting silly thirst-trap on Tiktok! For fuck's sake, I'm an athlete on scholarship, that's not the way I roll. But these comments are all fucking positive (or lustful) and boy I am lying to myself if I say that the nerd failed to really be doing some shits to my body that makes it so irresistible. Or maybe this nerd body is just fucking gay......oh God he's posting another shit already, oh goddammit now it's with my girl too.....and fucckk is he posting again, in my room now?? Ungghhhhh fffuuuckkkk just the thought of him using my cock ungghhhhaahhhh.......dammit this nerd

#nerd to jock #male body swap #jock to nerd #revenge body swap #oblivious #personality change #straight to gay #gay to straight

[historiasbodyswaps]

I took possession of the body of my boss's son (male possession)

I am a fairly robust man since I work in an office where the salary is terrible, since we are under the command of a boss who seems like a tyrant. I can only say that my life could not be worse, I have no partner, no money, I am alone, and I live in a miserable apartment.

One day in the office at approximately two in the afternoon was when I saw him for the first time, it was that young man so handsome and marked that he walked through the corridors of the office with a strong musky smell, it was none other than Emmanuel, the young son of my boss, God, he was so hot that I couldn't stop watching him the entire time he was in his father's office, always so arrogant at his father's desk with those pumped and muscular legs, at that moment my head couldn't stop leaving to think that I wanted his life for myself, to possess that precious body

Fortunately I had some knowledge on the subject since my grandmother was a kind of witch and I had inherited some books from her, but I never paid attention to them until now. When I got to my dirty apartment I decided to look for them, until I found them in some boxes full of dust that I had in a closet, I knew that this was the time and that possibly there would not be a new opportunity like this.

It was approximately three in the morning when I finally found a spell that suited what I needed. It was my chance. I decided to prepare the potion. After a few minutes I drank it until there was no more left. A while passed and I didn't feel anything. nothing, I was disappointed to the point that I left everything and went to sleep accepting that all this was a farce, I had already accepted in a certain way that my destiny was to be this horrible man and not fulfill my dreams.

This all changed when later in the night my body started to shake, from when I opened my eyes, I couldn't move my body, this was very strange until it all started, my body started to move in an exciting way, I didn't know what was happening. I began to moan from the pleasure of this strange sensation, to the point of contorting myself, I couldn't stand this sensation, until all this stopped.

A while passed and I didn't know what was happening, when suddenly I woke up and thought it was all a dream, when I realized that I was in a different and very luxurious room, surprised I raised my hands and I couldn't believe it, they were younger, softer and muscular, I didn't know what was happening, I got up from that chamber and I felt like my body was lighter, without hesitation I looked for a mirror and it was him, I was seeing Emmanuel's reflection, I can't describe the feeling that passed through me, it was very exciting to the point that I felt a bulge in his crotch, Emmanuel's entire body shook and a picture of excitement began that he could not contain, I had to take off those tight Calvin Klein boxers that he was wearing, and I proceeded to touch that smooth cock that I now had, that experience was incredible that I cannot describe what I felt watching my new body moan with pleasure with that very masculine voice and my abdomen filled with fluids of myself, simply fantastic.

When I calmed down, I kept thinking about everything I could do with this new body, the sky was the limit, I had my ex-boss's credit card at my disposal, this was incredible, fortunately I kept some memories of Emmanuel and they had Living with my experience, my mind along with this body were unstoppable.

The following days I dedicated myself to exploring my body, down to the smallest corner. In the afternoons I spent walking around my enormous house. I had all of Emmanuel's servants at my disposal.

I can say that I don't care what happened to my old body since now I have an infinitely better one, I don't regret stealing this male's body, since he didn't deserve it, he was quite conceited and superficial, but now is my chance to use it at will. In the afternoon my new father will teach me more about the family business, I have put on a tight suit on this body that I can say looks spectacular on me, those silk socks fit my calves perfectly.

In the afternoons I go to my private gym where I put on the tightest leggings I can find, I love the feeling of the fabric rubbing against my muscular and sweaty body.

That was it, I have to go, since I have an appointment to put this well-endowed body into action, being Emmanuel is great and I love that this is my life now.

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