I can’t stop taking selfies. I was never this narcissistic before, but I have just stolen this body from a dick at the gym. He was making fun of my pudgy body so I decided he needed to feel what it was like.
When the swap happened and he realized what his fate was he started to cry. I laughed in his face and grabbed my new gym bag, groping around for his car keys, and told him to have fun waiting for the bus. I used to have real bad anxiety and had never bothered to even get my license, which was unfortunate for him now.
I hopped inside my new sports car and let his muscle memory take me back to his apartment. I have been going through every item of clothing he owns, trying it on and snapping pictures. I downloaded Grindr on my new phone and started looking around. Oh look, my old body is active right now. Guess he made it back to my small, shitty apartment in the bad part of town…
Fuck, I can’t believe this is what I see in the mirror now. After this dude swapped our bodies and left me in his, I had to learn as much about my life as I could real quick.
He doesn’t drive, I feel weak and anxious all the time, and he is super poor. Earlier today I was a walking Adonis, now I am just some chubby guy who lists after men like that. Wait, lusts?
On the bus on my way to my new home, I started scrolling through his phone. He had Grindr downloaded. Im not gay but I opened it out of curiosity.
The blessing of finding yourself in a new gay body with a small dick is that at least the entire bus didn’t see my erection when I saw the guy in my old body had already set himself up with a profile.
I drooled over my old body for a minute before sending him a message. I found myself feeling like a submissive, humbling asking him to just meet with me and talk. He responded quickly, telling me that he was out of my league before blocking me, shutting me out of my own life.
Oh no, now other guys are messaging me. Guys that look like I do now. What am I supposed to do?
Recently, I had a fast. Not more than 1.500 kcal a day, only eating after 4 pm, no sweets, physical activity every day to reach a needed intake of at least 3.000 kcal per day. It was hard, but I lost so much body fat, went down from 95kg to 82kg and my sixpack has started appearing. I‘m so proud!
And yet… I feel like my destiny is something else. I train and train and fight so hard against every feeling of hunger… but when I lay down to sleep, I fantasise about stories like this one.
Like… yes, like THIS is my destiny. Reading that story again and again, it suddenly becomes so clear to me. THIS is my fate: Training my body to perfection day by day, only to have some lazy, fat guy steal that body. One quick body swap destroying all those weeks of training. Seeing myself lose all the glory I worked so hard for and being sucked into that other guys life.
Seeing him in my old body, getting horny by the sight, but exactly knowing I will never touch that beauty again. Seeing that other guy taking my place, as an athlete, as a content creator on the internet, as a husband… as a husband? Yeah, that‘s why I‘d never have a chance with that slim guy. Other than my fat belly. He‘s married. And he‘s a greater partner to his husband than I could‘ve ever been. And as this dawns upon me, that he will be doing my job of being me so much better than me, I suddenly begin to accept my fate.
I touch my obese body. I think of all the tasty stuff I can eat now. I start to do exactly that. And while I stuff my face and enjoy the ecstasy of gluttony, I say farewell to the idea of slimness, the idea of healthiness, the idea of self-control. And I say farewell to my marriage. Only in my mind, of course, because my husband - sorry, EX-husband - wouldn’t even recognise me because I’m in that strangers body, while he is unknowingly sharing the highest degree of intimacy and love - bodily and emotionally - with that stranger in my body, and he is so happy with it, that I decide to let the two of them be happy together.
After all… I‘m not really made for marriage… or love. Not that I could ever find a partner. What am I made for? Exactly. Ordering a family sized pizza to stuff my nice and round belly with, because nothing makes me happier than eating while playing video games all day or spending time on tumblr, stalking that athletic guy with his rubber stuff, giving myself some pleasure, knowing he is so far out of my league, unreachable, unless some body swap shit would happen. Yeah, if I could just leave my fat body and hop into that slim guy…
Although, I‘m such a lazy and hungry slob, I think I would immediately stop his training routine and just continue eating and ruin his perfect body, haha!
And just like that, not only several weeks of hard work are ripped away from me, but also everything else in my life, from my intelligence to my job to my art to my relationship down to even my very personality. But I‘m perfectly happy with it. Because I have my pizza. And I‘m sure it won‘t need long until I have completely adapted that other guys personality and the memory of that body swa- the memory of… what? Huh. Nevermind. Time to get comfy, prepare some Kleenex and go to tumblr and read some ‚nice stories‘…
It was largely a standard mission. To infiltrate and arrest criminals and drug dealers. Not a big thing.
The problem is that they’ve managed to get their hands on one of those body possession machines. Thats how they managed to get out of prison. According to the latest report, they have taken teenagers in possession. After that mission everything changed, but let me tell you about it from the start.
I was making myself something to eat as my boss walked in to talk to me.
“I got a new mission for you, Mark. Top secret, if you agree to do it.”, he said.
“I’m listening. What should I do?”, I answered.
“Criminals escaped the prison. Kenny Miller and Dan Schwarz. You know them?”
“Of course. I was the one who brought them behind bars. How did they escape?”
“Body possession. They got two guards which we later found unconscious 2 miles next to the prison.”
“And my mission is to arrest them?”
“Roughly, yes. According to our latest reports they’ve managed to possess bodies of teenagers on a high school to start selling drugs again.”
Now I knew what he wanted.
“I wont do that. You know I’m not into that.”, I said.
“Top secret, remember Mark. You’re in.”, he answered with a grin.
I let out a deep breath.
“Who will I take over?”, I asked.
“The adoptive son of my dead sister. He goes to the same school and was friends with the possessed victims. He is ready, so if you could follow me.”
My boss walks away and I follow him through a door into the next room. The machine took almost the entire space of the room and by the looks of it, it was ready to use.
In front of it was a young guy, probably my new body. He turns around to reveal his thick glasses. He has to be almost blind without them, I thought.
“Hi, I’m Eric.”, he said reaching forward to shake my hand. I felt how he checked me out. How he glanced at my arms, my beard and my boots.
I shook his hand.
“I’m Mark. I’ll be the one you’re swapping bodies with.”, I said.
I saw how his eyes lightened up until my boss started talking.
“Not really.”, he said. “As Mark needs your knowledge about the school Eric, we’ll place his consciousness over yours.”
“So we’ll be two guys in one body?”, I asked.
“Correct.”, he answered.
Eric and I sit down at the opposite ends of the machine. Arms, legs and head are tied to the machine. We both give the sign that we are ready. I close my eyes and count to 3. As I open them again, everything looks blurry.
“I cant see shit!”, I said with a high pitched voice.
Cant wait to have my body back soon, this body is not made for a man like me, I thought.
I’m sorry that you dont like my body but you agreed to do this mission, I heard the high pitched voice in my head. Erics voice.
Off to a great start, didnt know we could hear each others thoughts, I thought. This time Eric stayed quiet.
Someone put myself glasses on. We got untied and I stood up. It was weird to control such a lean body. I looked over to my real body, laying unconscious in the seat. I missed it already but that it was unconscious was better than someone else walking around as me. Last time I switched bodies for work it was with a 70 year old man. My body was sticky when I got it back and my bathroom and some of my clothes were full with cum. So disgusting to think of someone jerking off in my body. Especially when it was a 70 year old.
In the evening I got driven to the school where I should arrest Kenny and Dan.
Two days later I finished the mission and got driven back to the police station. I entered the room with the machine again and saw my old body still laying there as if it wasnt moved. I was so happy to see it again. I sat down on the seat, closed my eyes and counted to 3. I felt my real body again. The warm leather jacket, my tight pants and shirt on my muscles. I wiggled my toes in my leather boots. It felt so great not wearing those Chucks anymore.
I opened my eyes to see that I was still tied to the machine.
“You can untie me now, guys.”, I said. It was so great to hear my deep voice again.
Only now I noticed that something wasnt right. The only person with me and Eric in the room was my boss. Normally, multiple people would operate the machine.
I looked at my boss who was talking to Eric. Both whispered.
“Is everything alright?”, I asked.
Both of them looked at me and Eric chuckled.
“My nephew said that you were quiet cocky in his body. You made nasty remarks about his clothes, his looks and so on. As compensation, he’ll use your body for some time”, my boss said.
I was shocked. I never thought something like this would happen.
“Wait, no. This is not true!”, I shouted. “I never said something like this.”
But it was to late. My boss pressed the button again and I felt how Erics soul entered my body. It was a cold feeling, causing me to shiver. I tried to push him back into his own body but through the help of the machine he overpowered me. I felt how I lost control of my limbs, my muscular body.
Its a pleasure to use this body, I heard Erics voice in my head.
My boss looked at me with a dark grin as he said:“Codename.”
“Exodus”, I heard myself answer.
“Good it worked.”, my boss said as he untied my body.
I had no control over my body as it stood up and my arms started to touch my body. Eric took off my leather jacket and sniffed it. He let out a moan and grabbed my dick. I felt how my dick raised and I couldnt do anything.
“You have 30 minutes for yourself in the bathroom. Here are some clothes we took from his home.”, my boss said as he took out a black sportsbag. He opened it to give us a look.
“I see you in 35 minutes in my bureau, Mark.”, he said leaving the room.
Eric grabbed the bag and went through the other door into the bathroom. We were alone.
He started to sniff my sweaty armpits and to lick my biceps. He rubbed my cock in my jeans while flexing my muscles in the mirror.
I felt how pre-cum started to drip into my jockstrap and I couldnt do anything against it.
Eric opened my belt and took my dick out of my jockstrap. He wanked it off but he didnt manage to shoot my load. He wanked so hard that he started to stumble. He looked down at my feet. At my black leather boots.
I always wanted to wear boots like this, even though I have to learn how to properly walk in them, his thoughts said.
Eric sat down on a toilet seat and pulled both boots off. He wiggled with my toes in my gold toe socks as he raised the first boot to my nose and put my dick into the second. I could smell the warm, worn leather and the sweat and I felt how that turned Eric on.
I felt how he pressed the top of my dick against the sole of my boot right as my body shot my first load. Eric opened my mouth and let out a loud moan. I was deeply embarrassed.
He switched boots so that I could smell the sweet cum inside my boot which caused me to shoot my second load right into my other boot.
He took off my Red shirt and wrapped it around my dick.
“Watch this.”, he said.
He put both boots, with the cum inside, back on. I felt how my socks started to soak it up, it felt disgusting. Like wet socks. But this caused me to shoot my last load and probably the biggest I’ve ever had into my shirt.
Satisfied with what he did he looked at my watch.
10 minutes left. Time to dress up again, he thought.
He took my jockstrap and my pants off while walking back to the bag.
He looked inside and took a black jeans, jockstrap and a blue shirt out. He put the shirt on, letting my fingertips glide over my abs. He lifted my booted foot to put on my new jockstrap when I heard his thoughts. I dont need this, the jeans will feel great too. So he grabbed my black jeans and put it on. He put on my belt, my gun and my badge. At last he lifted my leather jacket from the bag, sniffed it one last time and put it on. He stuffed the old clothes into the bag and left the bathroom.
He walked into the bureau of my boss.
“Looking good, my son.”, my boss said.
“Mark. We’re not alone.”, Eric answered. He crossed his arms. “What now?”
“First, we just got called to a crime scene. Ready up, we’re driving in 5 minutes.” He made a sign to come closer and Eric walked around the desk to stand next to him.
“After that, we’ll test that body to the max at home.”, my boss whispered.
“Sounds good.”, Eric answered.
The whole trip to the crime scene was torture. I had to see Erics thoughts about my naked body and the one of my boss. So gross. He also looked through my memories. I tried to stop him but I was too weak.
Arriving at the crime scene I felt how my heart started to beat faster. Eric was nervously looking through my memories how to act as me. I didnt bother to stop him as I got weaker every time I tried and as I had to think about what gruesome night stood before me. I had to make peace that he will be me forever.
“Why did dad have to do this TODAY?” I grumbled to myself as I sat up in my father’s bed. A note at the side table read “Had to borrow your body for the camping trip. Sorry for the short notice!” I knew that was the agreement; I got to live here rent free and he could use my body when he needed it. But he was always forgetting to tell me when he planned to use my body! Today I had planned on attending a Pride month party. Oh well, I guess I can still wear the outfit I was planning on, it’ll just be a little tight.
Reasons to steal your bully’s body #10: YOU deserve the rich boy’s life of luxury, not him. While he slaves away, you’re enjoying his family pool as him.
Reasons to steal your bully’s body #5: You can make sure he misses out on that rave he’s been dying to go to… and enjoy his buddy’s armpits at the same time.
