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bodyhopper-files · 14 hours
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A body swap wish come true.
A.I. illustrations by @bodyhopper-files. Generated with Midjourney V6, text prompt.
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possession-of-dudes · 12 hours
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I knew my friend was gay and had a crush on me! I mean look at me! Who could resist me! My body was muscular! I had huge biceps, washboard abs, hairy pits, and I was hung!! So I made a deal with my friend. I’ll let him suck me off on one condition! It’s not me actually giving him a blow job! I knew a ghost friend who would be willing to help us out!
I was alone in the bathroom on the boat! That’s when my ghost friend appeared! “Hey, Dan! You ready for me to hop in you?!” Dan said smiling! “I guess! If it helps my gay friend!” “How do you want me to possess you Dan!” I noticed that Ben was growing a boner waiting to possess me! “I’ll surprise you!” Ben said eyeing my body! Ben shot through my underwear and right into my dick! “Wowza! Ben, you chose my junk! Make it grow!” We started doing the possession dance, but I gave up easily because I wanted to be possessed! “Hubba! Hubba! Dan! You have an amazing bulge!” Ben said stroking his new dick! “I can’t wait to make you become a bottom!”
Ben walks up to where Andrew was waiting in nothing but his boxers! “Hey! Hot stuff! Get over my bottom!” Andrew said getting hard!! Ben walked over to Andrew. “Now my cum dump! Take my boxers down and see what you’re missing!” Ben silently nodded and pulled Andrew’s boxers down! He put Andrew’s dick in his mouth and started sucking him off!
“Uhhh yeah! Keep sucking Ben! You are doing great! Oh fuck! Oh look it’s our neighbors! Oh god I’m about to blow my load and you better sallow my load cum slut!” Andrew lasted about 10 minutes and then he unloaded his cum into Ben’s mouth! “How does that taste fag?! Good? Warm? Salty? You better sallow it!” Ben sallowed Andrew’s cum! And boy did it taste good! Andrew signaled it was time for Ben to leave Dan’s body! Ben left by flying out of Dan’s dick causing it to grow and bounce!! “Oh fuck! My mouth tastes salty! Did I sallow your cum?!” Dan said! “Oh yes you did! Your blow job was great! We should do this again but for now let’s get you cleaned up my cum slut bottom!”
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bodyswapper · 3 days
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"If you're going to wear my Grandpa full time can you at least put on pants?" said my friend with the largest eye roll.
I just laughed. "Come on, he rocks the no pants look" I said as I pushed my hip out and posed. I always thought it was funny making a straight-edge body like this look as fruity as possible.
"Ugh you drive me crazy whenever you wear him, but I guess it's better than when you were my Mom and my Dad at the same time" he said with a shudder.
"That's what I thought" I said smugly.
My friend just tossed pants at me in retaliation. "Alright time to stop playing around, my family will be here for dinner later today and I have to get back to them. No inviting boys over til AFTER they leave" my friend responded.
I pouted then wiped the sad look from my face and smirked. "I'll be on my best behavior kiddo, but I'm definitely going to have to deal with this before you all come back over tonight. I said grabbed my crotch as I slipped on my loose slacks. My friend rolled his eyes as he left the house. I love teasing him whenever I wear any of his family members.
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strangemaleswaps · 14 hours
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Strange Job Swap
“Oh it's beautiful!” exclaimed the customer waiting in line. I handed her a nicely decorated cake for her son's birthday.
“It's no big deal. Just doing my job.” I acted like it was no big deal, but really I was gladly accepting the praise!
“This is perfect though. Have you considered being an artist?” she replied with a slightly more serious look.
“Yes I have actually…but the job market is tough.”
“Aww you'll get there eventually! Don't give up! Well anyway, you made my day so for that, thank you!”
“You're welcome.” I was a bit sad though, because she was right; I SHOULD be an artist. I recently earned my bachelor's degree, but yet I was still stuck in this dumb hick town, working as a grocery store cake decorator. I may have been good at what I do but I wouldn't want to do it forever!
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At least my co-workers are pretty decent, especially my fellow bakery buddies, Chase, Amber, and Domingo. Amber was cool and didn't take anyone’s shit, which is why I loved seeing her because I didn't have much confidence when dealing with unruly customers. Domingo was very sweet, and even though he didn't speak very good English, he's hella good at his job. And Chase, well…he's hot! His bleach blond hair somehow always caught the light at a perfect angle. I don't know how I even kept my focus when he's working next to me.
At the end of my shift, I clocked out, and decided to buy a couple groceries like I normally did. I scanned everything at the self-checkout, put the receipt into one of my bags, and started walking towards the exit. The store had 2 exits on either side of the front, but I only took one because the other had a certain asshole at it - Richard.
The greeter position was removed a long time ago, but they bring it back for employees that have been injured or are too old, so that they can keep their jobs. Now this old guy named Richard had surgery a long time ago and became the greeter while he recovered. But yet he never went back to his old position.
He always stays at one specific entrance, and the reason I hated him so much was because he's racist. Part of his job has him checking customers’ receipts to make sure they didn't steal anything, which seems pretty unnecessary when you have those anti-theft machines at the exit. But I've seen him. The only people he checks the receipts for are minorities. It's not a subtle thing either; he’s super friendly, greeting and saying goodbye to all the white people passing but when it comes to someone who's not, his demeanor suddenly changes. 
My luck must've run out today, because I found the sliding glass doors at my usual exit were broken and currently being fixed. The area was blocked off by a barricade, and I knew there was only one other way to leave. I headed over to the other exit, and there Richard was, waving goodbye to a white mother and her toddler. He was wearing his typical gray uniform shirt that was clearly too small, because you could see his gut and nipples trying to poke through. Gross.
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I moved through the aisle, trying not to draw attention to myself, but it was all for nothing because right on cue, Richard walked up to me and gave a great big (and so obviously fake) smile.
“Hello sir, can I see your receipt please?”
“Richard, it's me, Marco. I work in the bakery. You've seen me a million times before.” His smile suddenly faded, and his eyes narrowed, as if every ounce of happiness in his body just vanished.
“That's no excuse. How do I know you aren't stealing?”
“Because I want to keep my job?”
“Don't backtalk to me. You seem awfully suspicious today.” He then reached for his walkie talkie and started to page a manager. I really was able to walk out with no repercussions because I truly didn't steal anything, but there's a chance he would page the Asset Protection lady, who was almost as awful.
“Hello? Is anyone there?” Nobody answered him. Thank god.
“Am I free to go now?” I said happily. The anger returned to his face.
“Just don't let me catch you stealing again. Or there'll be consequences!”
“Yeah…suuuure.” I walked out the door, into my car, and back home. I can't believe some people honestly. I was so sick of this town! I needed to move away real soon.
When I got home my dog, Kenny, was excited to greet me as usual so I let him outside to do his business while I got into my running clothes, prepping for a run. As I let Kenny back in, I went to check the mail and found a weird envelope in between the bills and spam. I opened it up and it was a letter addressed “to whom it may concern”. I threw it away without a second thought but Kenny suddenly ran up to the trash can, took it out, and placed it back in front of me.
“You really want me to read this, don't you boy?” I said cheerily as I patted him on the head.
“To whom it may concern,
Are you struggling with your current job? Unhappy with the life you have? Well I have just the cure for that! We are now selling happiness inducing coins for only $1 with free shipping! One flip of this coin will guarantee you will soon get a job you love! Get it fast before it all runs out! Just follow the link on the back of this letter if you are interested.” - VV
I wondered who or what VV was supposed to be, and $1 with free shipping sounds too good to be true, so this seemed like a scam. I also wasn't a superstitious person,  but for some reason my gut was telling me that this was a good idea. Kenny seemed to think so too as he was wagging his tail under the table and I read. I followed the link listed on the back of the page, typing in each random letter and number combination into my phone and ordered the lucky coin. I went to bed that night feeling a little more hopeful.
The next day at work was just like the previous day, only the door was fixed so I didn't have to walk out the exit Richard was standing at. We did make eye contact though, and he shot me a dirty look. I got home to find that the package had already arrived, which was awfully quick. I cut open the box and inside was a golden coin with a picture of a brain on it. The other side had a picture of a person with their arms spread wide. It was a really weird design. I read the instructions.
How to use:
Flip the coin
No matter what side it lands on, you'll be guaranteed happiness in your new job!
It sounded so lame, but I followed the instructions anyway. I flipped the coin the air, and slapped it on the back of my other hand. Tails. Nothing happened. I guess it was just $1 so it wasn't a huge waste of my time. It's pretty cool looking so maybe I could display it on my dresser or something.
I felt especially tired the rest of the night, but I was fine because I had a day off tomorrow. I was gonna go to the park with Kenny, as well as do a few errands. I was just glad I had time away from my job.
The next morning my alarm went off for some reason. I must've accidently set it by mistake. The weirder thing was Kenny wasn't there. Normally at the sound of my alarm, he comes running from wherever he was sleeping, and jumps on the bed to get me up. But there was nothing. When I started to truly wake up and become more alert, I realized that my alarm was set to the default or something. Instead of my usual calming piano, it was an annoying ringing. I opened my eyes to see what was happening. My vision was blurry, but I could tell I wasn't in my own room.
What happened? Did someone kidnap me? The alarm clock wasn't even on a phone, but rather it was an actual alarm clock. I had no idea what was going on, but I reached over to turn it off so I could think. I'm certain I must've been kidnapped somehow but why? And why would they set an alarm clock? I couldn't see but felt around the nightstand for a clue and found a pair of glasses. When I tried them on, just like that, my vision returned to normal. I had perfect vision before! Why did I suddenly need glasses? I reached up to scratch my head and found my hairline was incredibly receded. I was balding! I looked down with my now clear vision to find an even worse fact. I was chubby!
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I sat up and stared at the foreign gut and two large man tits, as well as numerous graying chest hairs. I ran my hands through the hair, pinching them to make sure they were real. I pinched the tits as well, and felt sensations I've never felt before as they wobbled when I let go. I ran my hands through my face and felt a mustache and double chin, and began feeling nauseous at the thought of what I actually looked like. I didn't see a mirror in the room so I walked out the door trying to find a bathroom. The fat jiggled all around as I ran.
I got to the bathroom and nearly puked on the spot when I saw who I was. Richard. Oh god no. Of all people, I had to look like this racist bastard? I stared at myself and grazed my hands along my face. Suddenly I felt angry and started pinching it instead, as if I was doing the same thing to the real Richard, but denial didn't help; that was my face and it hurt. I touched his mustache and pinched it, as if it would come off. 
Just then I heard the doorbell ring. I didn't want to interact with anybody looking like this but until I figured out how to fix it, I knew I had to pretend to be Richard. I answered the door to find the mailman.
“Howdy Rich! Woah uh.” He stared at my chest. I forgot I was still shirtless. Having this much fat hanging from my body was almost like answering the door naked. “I see you've lost some weight!” he said, obviously lying.
“Oh uh, thanks.” I replied, trying to imitate Richard’s voice, which was pretty easy considering I've mocked him before.
“Well anyway, not much today; just a letter.” He handed me a letter with a purple stamp on it.
“Well uh see you tomorrow!” The mailman went on his way and I closed the door. I opened the letter and found a note similar to the lucky coin advertisement.
To whom it may concern,
Good morning! I trust that your lucky coin worked well? Welcome to your new life! As promised, you now have a job that you love. Unhappy with the results? Just flip the coin once again, and make sure it lands on what it landed on before! If not, however, your fate is sealed. Best Wishes! - VV, Venefica Viola
Shit. They're not lying though. Richard did love his job. And since I was in his body, I now had that job! But who is this Venefica Viola? It sounded like Latin somehow. I walked back to the bedroom to find Richard’s phone. Luckily he didn't have any lock screen pin so I could easily get in. I searched for a translator, dodging the random pop up ads that were everywhere on his phone and looked up Venefica Viola.
Violet Witch. So magic is involved somehow. I needed to get my coin back so I could undo this! It must still be at my own house. Shit! I just realized why the alarm clock went off. Richard worked today! He had perfect attendance and never uses his PTO, so not going in was gonna look suspicious. I glanced at the clock and realized I only had 20 minutes. 
Even though I'd love to see Richard be humiliated by going to work in his underwear, I decided that it wasn't worth attracting attention so I looked through his clothes to put on a work uniform. I found a pair of boxers and accidently flashed myself when I completely forgot I didn't have my own dick either. It was all wrinkly, but honestly a lot bigger than I thought. No. I was not about to get horny over Richard's dick! I found what he normally wore to work and put the rest on. I found tucking the shirt was more difficult than usual, as I had to pull it over my belly.
I guess I could make this work…for now. I hated to admit it, but Richard wasn't all that bad looking. It was his personality and habits that made him so repulsive, but now that I was in control of him, he didn't look all that bad. Maybe I could even turn things around for now and do something nice for the people I know he hates. I grabbed the car keys on the nearby table, and drove to work.
I walked in the store, put Richard's nametag on, and clocked in. I nearly started walking to the bakery area but stopped myself. I guess I'm really going to have to be a greeter for a day. This feels humiliating. I made my way to the front entrance and just stood there, waiting for customers to enter or exit.
Soon enough customers began arriving and I tried my best to act like Richard, though one customer asked if I was all right because I guess I overdid it. I didn't ask any customers to show their receipts though, because I might as well take advantage of being a greeter. I noticed Domingo at the checkout and when he bagged up his groceries, he approached me first instead of the door. He hastily grabbed his receipt and started showing it to me. I wasn't about to let this happen.
“No no it's ok. You don't have to show me the receipt anymore.”
“No?” He looked shocked.
“Checking receipts is stupid anyway. I don't need to do it anymore.”
“Really? I can go?”
“Yep! Have a good day.” It was unnerving seeing him so scared at the sight of me, but he smiled like normally did as he put the receipt back in the bag and walked out.
As I moved towards the break room to take my break, I noticed someone who looked awfully familiar walk through the door. It was…me! I mean Richard. It must've been; if I was in his body, he must've been in mine. It became more obvious by the way he was walking, taking big steps as if he was used to having his gut swinging around…like mine was now. God I hated this. I had to talk to him to sort things out. He smirked as I approached.
“Hey!”
“Oh it's you. I mean me. I mean,” he paused for a second and rounded his mouth into an even bigger smile, which looked uncanny with my face. “The old me.”
“What do you mean ‘the old you’”?
“Well seeing as I'm much younger now, while you're much older, I think the term is appropriate.”
“Well yeah, but not for long. I'm going to switch us back.”
“Oh no you're not! I may have preferred being white, but I’m enjoying youth again! Oh, and don't worry. I saw that coin thing and that letter this morning, and I made sure it would never see the light of day again. You got that…Richard?” 
He called me that in the same mocking tone that I always use to call him. I can't believe this!
“Y-you can't do this! I had a future!”
“That's my future now old man. You know maybe I could be a model with these looks. Maybe make one of those, what do you kids call it? OnlyFans?”
God no, I'm an artist, not a pornstar. He can't do this!
“The greeter is a real fun job, Richard. Enjoy it. You're hired!”
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Breaking Stuff
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"Dave! You're going to break i-"
As Dave raised his arm to remove his shirt, the shoulder strap snapped like a twig. The tattered fabric hung on his hips, revealing his toned body underneath. Every bulging muscle accentuated under the light, earning a few stolen glances from the other people in the gym.
"I- I'm sorry, Eric. I didn't mean to rip another one," Dave chuckled in Eric's voice.
"Another one? That's the 5th shirt you broke since we swapped bodies." Eric whispered. He sauntered over to his old body and helped his nerdy friend remove the tattered remains of his shirt. It's a good thing this wasn't his favorite shirt. He'd never let Dave wear any of his good clothes if he was just going to break them. In his new body, his old body towered over him, twice as tall and much thicker. He couldn't believe this happened before their town's 23rd beach body competition.
"I said I'm sorry," The awkward chuckle disappeared from Dave's face, and a worried look replaced it. "I still can't get used to my - I mean - your strength. I keep breaking stuff, and I'm really sorry. To be honest, I don't think I can replace you in the upcoming competition."
"Just flex and smile for the crowd. Building up your confidence might take a bit, but we still have a week before the competition. There's time to work on it." Nate laid his hand on Dave's pecs and felt how firm and warm they were. Looking and feeling at this perspective makes him proud in a way. He did that. That was his work. However, it bummed him knowing those muscles weren't attached to him anymore, and it was all his fault. "I'm sorry, too. I should know better not to mess with your tech gizmos."
"Well, you should. I think our situation is enough reminder not to touch and accidentally break my stuff."
Eric chuckled. "I guess breaking stuff comes naturally with that body, huh?"
Dave followed suit with a cheeky smile. "Seems so. I'm glad I haven't broken your hips whenever I fuck you in my body." From smiles, Dave turned it into a blowout laughter.
"Dave!"
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mirtola87 · 3 months
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The body swap is amazing, but the most ineffable thing of it is David Tennant wrinkling his nose and smiling like Michael Sheen as Aziraphale would do, if Michael Sheen’s Aziraphale was in Crowley’s body pretending to be him.
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incognitopolls · 4 months
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minty364 · 3 months
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DPXDC Prompt #128
No one was quite sure what happened, They had gone after Joker and while Batman was hesitant to allow Hood along he had gotten better about his anger and everyone else was busy with other rouges. one second Red Hood had a gun in Jokers face the next, there was a shift in Hood like he wasn’t himself anymore. Unfortunately it finally happened for Hood, his soulmate had reached 20 years of age and the two switched places. The person controlling his body now though was Danny Fenton who happens not to like clowns.
Danny was panicking and not realizing he was holding a gun pulls the trigger causing the Joker the go flying and Danny’s panic to increase 10 fold. He whips his head to get a look at his surroundings and that’s when he panics further and slowly places the gun on the ground and slowly raise his hands into the air. There in front of him was Batman and he knew he was in trouble. Still panicking he squeaked at the dark knight’s approach, “I’m sorry!! I- I guess I’m this guy’s soulmate. I didn’t mean to hurt anyone”
Jason meanwhile wasn’t fairing any better. He was pissed the clown was right in front of him and he was so close! He was in this scrawny body, his soulmate happened to be in Gotham but by the looks of it, he was in rough shape, a small fever was forming and it seemed like he had bandages wrapped around his torso. Jason doesn’t know what happened to him but he’s taking him to Alfred, he wasn’t going to let his soulmate bleed out in an alley even if he did have the worst timing.
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casdeans-pie · 4 months
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I saw someone say that this could be the Dean and Cas body swap episode and now I can't unsee it
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raisans-art · 1 year
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I drew an entire bodyswap comic just so I could draw the turtles in each other’s masks
I, for one, find this very funny.
Enjoy
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habken · 1 year
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good ol’ bodyswap ft. fantasy bkdk
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bodyhopper-files · 14 hours
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"So, how do you like my new look?"
A.I. Illustration by @bodyhopper-files. Generated with Midjourney V6, text prompt.
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elitadream · 6 months
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As soon as I began receiving asks about Junior regarding my body swap concept a few days ago, I knew I wanted to add him in a short sequence. 💙
I've considered many different scenes in which he would be included, but there was one in particular that kept coming back to my mind, and it was the exact moment he would agree to safely lead Luigi to "Bowser" (aka Mario). In this specific scenario, he would be mostly oblivious to what's going on, and would thus show palpable mistrust towards Luigi at first, who he doesn't really know and hasn't yet opened up to. But upon seeing how distraught the poor man is, Junior would feel for him and let his guard down. 🤲
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bodyswapper · 2 days
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I was laying on the floor trying to catch my bearings. I had just been knocked out but everything else was a blur. “Sorry, Jacob” said a perfect reflection on myself.
"What the..." I responded. I looked down at myself and I was wearing the body of a food delivery driver, that I was picking up food from.
"I have to borrow your body for the time being. I was hired by your rival Company to figure out how you guys had such great profits, and unfortunately you're my ticket to the inside. I was wearing that delivery driver so that I could get inside" he explained.
"Now, if you could tell me what floor your on that'd be great. The memories might take a minute to set in and well I'm on a time crunch" my body said perfectly.
"Floor 14" I said trying to prop myself up.
"Thank you. Oh, and for your help, my client has offered you a job, and a new body if you'd like, I'm probably going to be wearing you for a while" the imposter said as he handed me a business card. He smirked as he brushed off his suit and clicked the elevator close button.
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samsm2mstories · 11 days
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Blondie Time!
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There's this new guy that turned up at the gym, a British who seems to have so much confidence in himself. He seems to enjoy the company of hot guys around him so I gather he is one of those who create videos of himself for pwople to enjoy on social media and OF.
I was in the body of a cute twink who I'd taken over a few days ago just to attract the hot muscular guys. It wasn't long until this blond hunk came over to me and started talking. I found out his name was Dean, and I could sense he was lusting my body.
Days went on and he helped me to weight lift and made little comments about my body and how I looked good. One afternoon he followed me into the sauna and he got close to me. I just couldn't resist him and kissed him.
That was when he grabbed me and forced me to sit on his huge member which I felt pain and pleasure but after a while, I got comfortable knowing every time I moved, I would moan loudly to the pleasure.
We started kissing passionately I felt all his muscles while he was fucking me hard. My butt was being pounded so hard by all his strength. He was biting my neck all over as he told me that he wished he could experience a body like mine.
What I didn't realise was that he was slowly luring me into a trap I noticed at the last minute what he meant and I admitted I wanted his body. He smirked as everything got intense with the fucking.
Suddenly everything changed as I felt my huge member fucking this tight ass of a twink on my lap. I was now Dean and fucking Luke right at this moment. He was moaning so differently as he was riding my cock so professionally. I picked him up and continued fucking him against the wall, on the bench before sending my thick loads deep inside his ass.
The feelings were out of this world, all my muscles sweating profusely while making love to Luke. Something felt great here as Luke was telling me in short words how he dreamed of this. He knew I was top in this twink body and decided to swap us.
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We agreed to become a couple, I never knew who was actually inside of Luke, but we were meant to be together in these hot bodies. Our social media went crazy along with the huge income on OF.
Not one day goes by when I stand there in the mirror and admire my sexy body. Sometimes Luke walks in and we fuck in our new bodies while pretending to be possessed by some gay demons. In fact, we love the original Dean and Luke have access to our senses and voices so they can scream and curse us while seeing their bodies fuck.
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