When you look at yourself in the mirror slave, what do You see? It is a consensual reflection or just an image of one? Maybe you see only the One you worship and adore, maybe you’re staring back at yourself. Is it a matter of identify that helps shape and define how you serve the Goddess Ezada Sinn?

The view in the mirror is as different for each slave, much as the path up Goddess Ezada’s mountain of surrender is unique to each male who partakes in the act. The steps you transverse are your own, not a repetition of another.

Reflecting on my journey to Goddess over this past year, i positively see a consensual marriage of two. It did not begin that way at all. sit’s slavery to Goddess Ezada germinated first by me admitting that i have my own appetite but acknowledging that this hunger is not about me alone. i feel a bottom in our BDSM world lives centrally in that vein and please note i am not judging here, there is nothing wrong with that. Yet, my stepping down the path She illuminates forward paints my purpose with a sympathetic perception that sit’s needs now parallel and become shaped by Hers.

In my reflecting pool now there are two, Goddess Ezada Sinn and myself. The journey starts because You/you both have common grounds, similar desires that match and mesh. Somewhere along the path, the slave comes to understand that you must let go of your cravings you’ve brought with you. Simply, your pleasures become a reflection of Hers. You now lick and clean Goddess Ezada’s boots not because you’ve always liked to worship boots, but solely for the purpose that She has demanded it.

So there are two in sit’s mirror, the Goddess Ezada Sinn and i. It feels like a healthy frame to view, a fundamentally sound platform to advance from. Over the upcoming months, i hope to let go of any strains of conditional slavery i am sure are buried under my skin.  When i can advance beyond the limits of these restraints, that surely cast and hold me back, the views from the top of Goddess Ezada’s mountain will be the sweetest sights yet.

It’s pleasant to see two images in the mirror aligned to just one directive. That edict is Her dictum, the decree, and the desires of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

Priorities shift over time.  What propelled me to begin this journey, under the rule of the Goddess Ezada Sinn, now takes a back side on the ride.  Of course, i have my kinks and cravings.  mine will always be with me, yet the present primary reason i pine to serve Goddess filters down to two words.

Her Power.

She embodies Female Supremacy.  She is a divine and cruel Goddess, a Female of devastating beauty.  A force i surrender too.  Her talons have sunk even deeper than my wildest imagination.  Everyday i can feel Her slow and methodical seduction incarcerating my ego, my id.  Goddess Ezada is well aware of Her power, and She uses it. In one short year She has imprisoned me, conquered and seized, taken possession of every cell in my essence.

Her power is inescapable, yet i have no desire to run.  i won’t run.  i can’t run.  This feels like my lifelong fate has clearly and finally come into focus.  Her eyes burn, Her eyes mirror what my soul cries.  Goddess Ezada is the One.  Its time to accept this is my place.  Its time to kneel down in wait.  Its time to obey the One, the Goddess Ezada SinnandHer power.

Goddess Ezada will change you.
Goddess Ezada will mold you.
Goddess Ezada will liberate you.
Goddess Ezada will own you.

Goddess Ezada’s power will transform you into a slave, a piece of Her property in which you become an object of worth to Her.  Let Her invade You.  Let Her take control.  For Her sit this is what he truly wants and desires

Goddess Ezada Sinn’s power has made lucid the path i shall live and follow.
Goddess Ezada is the One.

Goddess Ezada owns me.

Goddess Ezada Sinn will most positively torment you little man.  you have no power here, you have no will to choose or decide.

you’ll learn to beg.
you’ll want to beg.
you’ll plead to beg.

Over and over again, the frustration builds, keeps on boiling.  Goddess Ezada knows all too keenly how to keep you there, to keep on edging you, over and over.  No explosive release, no orgasmic satisfaction in plain sight.

i shiver when given these tasks, shutter and quake at Her orders.  Her sit would die for an orgasmic eruption, even by my own hand.  you simply stop counting the months since the last rush of testosterone spilled out from your tiny hole.  Elapsed time doesn’t matter at some point traveling down this road.

your sex is stripped away as Goddess Ezada fillets your bones and male ego bare.  Just how does a slave push through, keep on track, stay the course?  How do you obey?

sit looks directly into Her eyes.
Focuses on Her face, soaks in Her voice, Her devious smile.
i become memorized by Her voluptuous body and feminine charm.

WorshippingGoddess Ezada carries me forward; it keeps me in line.  Helps me realize i am Her bitch, Her slave, Her property, Her collared and owned object.  my purpose in life is to serve Her, work for Her, and ultimately to offer my entire self to Her.

She controls me so.  Reminds me daily that i am Hers to abuse for Her pleasure. Goddess Ezada makes me ooze to the point where my mind screams PLEASE cum now, yet my hand pinches the top of Her cock to keep my repugnant jizz trapped inside.

Over and over again, for the entire hour.
The frustration makes you squirm, hop, and jump.
It makes you beg.
It makes you cry.

Edge, edge, no release.
Edge, edge.
No release.
Again, no release.

It is most certainly in that solemn moment, when you want to explode so badly knowing you could easily hide the truth from Her, feeling your frustration at its peak … you STILL OBEY Her … you still COMPLY, you remain OBEDIENT.  It is the moment you realize you will do anything She says, no matter what your wants and desires might be.  It is in that moment when you firmly understand you have been BROKEN by Goddess Ezada Sinn and are truly owned by Her.

Edge, edge, no release.
Again, no release.
Just obey and be the slave you are destined to be.

When the Goddess Ezada Sinn chooses an object that circles around Your neck, encompasses your waist, wraps around your body, and soul, what does that stand for?  What does that mean to you Her slave?

When She makes a firm and concrete decision that THIS chosen object, will identify who you are, who you belong to, who you worship, who you obey, and who owns your mind, body, and soul; how do you feel?

Goddess Ezada has blessed you with an object because you ARE Her object.  you are Her property, nothing more than a personal entity, a thing She holds, has sole possession over.  Another ring She displays on Her finger.  She has intent, She has design, She has ambition to show the world how She has captured you, how She has molded and crafted Her slave, Her sole object.

How do you the slave, Her object feel when Goddess Ezada chooses a symbol to be placed around you that signifies such.  i can only answer that question for myself Her sit.

i scream from the highest mountain …
in my loudest voice …
in the brightest sunlight, exposed, naked and raw.

What is true down to my bones, to my core …
To the truth drilled deep within my porcelain male ego.

One word … PROUD.

Proud to be Her possession, Her object.  i am nothing more than that, yet i am everything a slave could hope to be.  i am an object of the Goddess Ezada Sinn.

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Val and Marco were living a great life together. Val loved having a submissive himbo as his sex toy to use as he pleased, but he had to admit, the fun was wearing off after some time with just the two of them. There was definitely no shortage of guys to choose from to transform into someone like Marco, but only a couple of them actually visited the gym at the same time Val was there to pick Marco, the dumb gym bunny no longer knowing how to drive. Val’s magic had a radius that it was effective in, so it wasn’t like he could cast a spell and get some Instagram model living across the ocean under his control.

However, it wasn’t long after he decided he wanted someone else to become a submissive himbo slut when an opportunity nearly fell on his lap. Apparently, the IFBB had selected their local auditorium as a competition stage for the upcoming season, and since Marco’s gym was the closest one to the auditorium, most of the guys would be working out there, especially the day of competition, trying to get that final pump in. It was quite the arduous wait for Val, even though Marco remained his dutiful submissive himbo slut and was bred by Val hundreds of time before the bodybuilders and some fitness influencers started showing up to the gym in full force.

He decided to strike the day before the competition, when most of the bodybuilders and fitness influencers were at the gym. It reeked of musk and sweat in there, which admittedly did turn Val on, but someone like him would definitely look out of place in there, especially amongst this group of men. He remained in his car as he cast the curse, just like the one he had cast on Marco a few months back. “All of these men want to see in their muscles a gain; turn them all into my obedient sluts for pain!” Val felt the magical energy radiate off of him as it traveled into the gym. He put a lot more effort into this spell than he had with Marco’s, since he needed the effects to happen quickly, within the next hour or so instead of the next week.

Val remained in the car, spent after using all of that magical energy, but he had Marco “livestreaming” his workout today, really just a FaceTime call to him as he watched the bodybuilders and fitness influencers continue to work out and change. The changes in their muscles were the most obvious, especially in their pecs. While some fitness influencers had rounded pecs already, most if not all of the bodybuilders treasured their angular and firm pecs. However, none of the guys in the gym seemed to notice a thing as most of them working out now had what were almost breasts on their chests.

The new pecs were soft and squishy just like breasts were, and a similar thing was happening with their glutes. Most of them had massive asses already, but they were quite firm. Now the two globes behind them were just like their new pecs, bouncing around as they continued to workout. Their arms and legs didn’t have as dramatic of a change as those other body parts, mostly becoming less veiny as well as more rounded too. Most of them continued to have six or eight abs as well, but instead of being cut and chiseled, they protruded out from the body a little bit and were squishy like most of their muscles were now. The other major change came in hair color, with all of the men affected by Val’s spell now sporting blonde locks.

Thankfully, the curse had made it so that they didn’t think any of the changes happening to them or those around them were strange, but they still weren’t Val’s, not yet. He hoped he had recharged enough as he cast the next spell, the one that would make these men his. “The changes I made to these men were divine; now I cast this spell to make them mine!” The spell did work, but Val slumped down in the car seat, unconscious. When he woke up some time later, there was a gaggle of men all around his car, bodybuilders and fitness influencers turned into himbos and obedient to Val. Marco was the only one of them actually in the car.

“Like, Val, honey, my new friends, like, need directions to our house, teeheehee!” Val then realized he hadn’t thought all of the logistics through yet, but it wasn’t long before all of the men at the gym were at his house, stripped naked and ready to serve their new Dom. All of them had chokers similar to Marco’s on, and he had a closet full of slutty clothes for them to wear when they actually needed to go out of the house. Both Marco and Val loved having all of these new guys to play with. Marco could talk about workouts and other himbo stuff with them, while Val got to enjoy the show.

What Val loved the most were the nightly shows the men hosted for him in the living room. Of course, with such a big harem of men, Val couldn’t have sex with all of them every night. He had a foursome most nights with the men who impressed him the most during the show, flexing their muscles and showing off their pump and possibly some of their gains. However, the bulk of the show was actually these former bodybuilders and fitness influencers pleading with Val to fuck their holes, that they were sluts for him and hadn’t got to taste him in so long, and so on. Most nights, Val had already come at least twice before actually going to the bedroom with the night’s winners. It did take a fair bit of effort on his part from all of the spellcasting, but it wasn’t long before nobody cared about the cadre of missing bodybuilders and fitness influencers, enjoying their new lives in Val’s harem of submissive himbo sluts.

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It wasn’t a spam call but a spam text, which Bryson knew was much rarer. The message itself was also much more ominous than he was expecting. “For the next week, you will be unable to resist any and all commands spoken to you, no matter how frivolous they are.” The texter then sent a FAQ page of all things, explaining to Bryson that if someone commanded him to gain muscle, for example, his body would be forced to obey and the muscles would grow. It was later clarified that commands like these did not happen instantaneously, but they did happen fast. He tried texting back to see if this was a wrong number or some kind of joke, but all of his texts didn’t go through.

He brushed it off at first, not believing a simple text had the power to curse him. And besides, he didn’t hit the gym, he hated going out in public in general, and most of the people he talked to were online, so the curse wouldn’t activate anyways. About an hour or so later, Bryson’s mom called, and so he naturally answered the phone. Only it wasn’t his mom. “Stay shirtless at home,” said one of those robotic voices fed through some type of machine. They hung up immediately after saying that, and Bryson wondered who would go through all the trouble to spoof his mom’s phone number.

However, he had other things to worry about as he found himself taking off his shirt. “Hey, what’s going on!?” he said to himself, as he was seemingly unable to stop himself from taking off his shirt. Try as he might, he was soon shirtless at home, and he couldn’t put the shirt back on either. He could hold them in his hand, but some kind of weird force was preventing him from actually putting it on. “What the heck is going on here?” Bryson asked himself. The research he did led him nowhere, and his online friends were no help either.

Thankfully, for the next few days, Bryson was able to stay home and avoid speaking to anyone in-person. However, he was taking hybrid courses, which meant he had to go to the classroom on Friday to take a test, the day the curse was set to wear off. He tried to scurry across campus as fast as he could, hoodie on and head down. However, some people on campus who Bryson barely recognized apparently knew about his curse.

“I command you to no longer be ashamed about your body,” said one of his female classmates, which Bryson actually found to be a bit nice. He had always felt shame over how his body looked, as he had been much skinnier than most of his peers. But now he felt comfortable in his body, and thankfully he was allowed to put on a shirt after stepping out of his house. The next command, though, wasn’t one that Bryson enjoyed too much.

“I command you to have blonder hair,” said one of the jocks on campus who had barely paid Bryson any attention the past four years. He took out his phone camera and watched as his brown hair got infused with some blonde highlights. It was a bit weird that someone just commanding that caused it to happen, and Bryson picked up the speed, trying to get to class before some more dramatic changes took place.

“I command you to be much more gregarious,” said one of Bryson’s fellow nerds, someone who knew how to use that word correctly. Bryson swore under his breath as he felt the changes taking place. His neck was forced into the upward position and a smile was plastered all over his face now. He waved at most of his fellow students, but thankfully, this command didn’t cause him to automatically make a whole bunch of new friends on campus, so he could still rush to the classroom.

“Hey, Bry, I command you to wear some better clothing, brah!” Unfortunately for Bryson, since that command came from another jock on campus, Bryson’s clothes changed to reflect the jock’s views of “better.” It included a backwards baseball cap and a t-shirt instead of the button-down he had been wearing. Bryson’s khakis also changed into basketball shorts, and he felt his boxers change into a jockstrap as well. Even his shoes and socks changed, his dress socks and Sperrys becoming white ankle socks and Vans. He had thankfully reached the building his class was in now, but even before he got to the room, he fell victim to another command.

“I command you to look like a jock,” said another one of his female classmates. Bryson was definitely freaking out now, as with every step he took, his muscles continued to grow and grow. By the time he had reached the classroom, he looked like a stereotypical jock on campus. He had nice squishy pecs that admittedly didn’t protrude from his chest that much. His arms were also a bit less muscular than some other jocks, although his bicep peaks were lemon-sized now and definitely much bigger than they were before. He had a six-pack of abs, although not as chiseled as some of the other jocks’ were. His legs got a bit more toned as well, and his ass was no longer as flat as it used to be.

Everybody noticed Bryson’s change into a jock, but thankfully for him, he heard no commands while taking the test. He had studied quite a bit for this test, but he was so nervous and freaking out over the fact that someone could just command something of him at any time and it would be forced to happen that he didn’t do as well on the test as he knew he could have, forgetting things he knew he had studied and messing some things up too. Thankfully, his teacher didn’t grade them immediately after he handed them in, and he rushed out of the room, not wanting to hear any commands for the rest of the day.

The curse was set to wear off in a few hours, if it actually was a week that he had been cursed by the weird text. He had actually made it inside of his dorm when a group of students walked by. Bryson, and the rest of the students on campus, knew them as the himbos, the male bimbos, and unfortunately for Bryson, they had some commands for him. “I command you to be a dumb himbo slut, teeheehee!”

“Yeah, like, I command you to love working out and, like, getting swole, brah, eheheh!”

“I command you to, like, love having sex with other guys, especially, like, guys like us, eheheh!”

“I command you to, like, not worry about school and, like, only focus on working out and having sex, brah, eheheh!”

“Yeah, and, like, I command you to be, like, shirtless whenever possible, teeheehee!” Bryson then took his shirt off again mindlessly, but this time he was doing it with a smile on his face as the many aspects of becoming a himbo were becoming a part of his personality now. He was freaking out at the very beginning as his intelligence was being drained out of him and he gained some new hobbies and interests a bit forcefully. However, he soon had a dumb and goofy grin on his face as he realized just how much he loved working out and having sex with guys, especially guys like the hot group standing in front of him.

“Like, OMG, brahs, can I, like, join you guys at the club, eheheh?”

“Like, yeah, sure things, brah!” they all said, as Bryson began living his new life as a himbo. Instead of being found in the classroom, he could be found in the gym or in the bedroom. He never did find out that it was one of his academic rivals who had set up this entire thing, using his technology skills, his large bank account, and his great-grandmother’s book of curses to make sure that he had no competition and would be valedictorian when the time came.

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“It’s a family vacation, Logan, you’re coming with us,” his father said. Logan honestly didn’t mind spending time with his family; it was more the location for the family vacation than anything else. They were going to the beach, staying in a rented house with terrible WiFi, so Logan would be forced to go to the beach instead of playing computer games all day or chatting with his virtual friends. Logan was painfully shy when it came to in-person communication for those outside of his family.

He found himself being almost literally dragged to the beach on the first day they were there. After his parents set up a place to sit and relax and his younger siblings ran off and played, Logan made his way over to the beach bar. Despite being called a “bar,” it still served those younger than 21, such as Logan, a 19-year-old who did look a bit younger than that. He just sulked at the bar, thankful for the shade since he was wearing a long-sleeve shirt and a baggy swimsuit that covered up as much as he could.

Since it was a slow day, the bartenders didn’t mind Logan taking up one of the seats at the bar. About an hour or so after he had first sat down, an older muscled man sat next to him. He could have easily been Logan’s dad, and Logan had to admit, the man was definitely hot, if not the type of guy he had been thinking about dating. “Like, hey, brah, what’s the matter, eheheh?”

“My parents dragged me along to this stupid beach vacation with some stupid house that doesn’t have stupid WiFi, so I’m stuck here at some stupid bar until the rest of my family is done with a stupid day on the stupid beach!”

“OMG, like, wow, brah, that must really suck! Do you want me to, like, leave you alone, brah, or would you like to, like, talk, eheheh?”

“Uh, I guess we can talk,” Logan responded. Despite the man sounding like an insufferable himbo, Logan did realize that it was easy to talk to him for some reason.

“So, brah, did you, like, order anything from the bar yet, eheheh?”

“Well, I’m only 19, so no.”

“Hey, Luis, can you, like, get my friend here a soda, eheheh! I’ll, like, pay for his drinks!” The man winked at Luis the bartender, which Logan didn’t notice. By the time the soda came, the himbo had introduced himself as Cam, after a little bit of prompting by Logan. “Like, brah, you hafta try the soda, eheheh! It’ll, like, definitely cheer you up, brah!”

“Um, okay,” Logan replied, not exactly sure how it would cheer him up. However, even in the shade it was still scorching hot out, and so he was happy for the drink. What he didn’t know was that his soda was actually laced with himbo powder. Cam and Luis had turned a few men into himbos already this summer, but very rarely did they get such a big transformation, as was going to happen with Logan. Their conversation continued as Logan took a sip from his soda every few seconds. Soon enough, he was getting another one, and it was getting easier and easier to talk with Cam.

Logan was definitely feeling happier, although he didn’t chalk that up to the drink or the fact that a hot guy was talking to him for quite some time, albeit one who could barely talk correctly in the first place. He also failed to notice that he was sometimes struggling to come up with words now or think about some of his past experiences. He had figured Luis had probably infused his drink with some kind of alcohol, the nerd not even knowing about the existence of himbo powder. It was towards the end of his second drink when he finally realized something was wrong. “Like, where’s my shirt?” he asked Cam and Luis.

“Like, are you sure you had one on, brah?” Cam asked.

“Yes I’m sure!” Logan replied, a bit irritated. He looked on the ground around him and around the bar, in case the wind had taken off after he had seemingly taken it off, and Luis even looked on his side of the bar. His shirt was nowhere to be found. Both of the men knew that it had simply vanished, a weird side effect of the himbo powder that neither man was smart enough to explain. Logan was now freaking out. “I think I should, like, leave guys, and hang out with my family like I really should, eheheh!”

As he got up and started to walk away, he felt a forceful grip on his shoulder as Cam helped to turn him around. “I’m not done with you yet, brah” he gruffly replied, bringing Logan back over to his seat as Luis topped him off again with some more himbo powder-infused soda. “Like, drink the damn soda, Logan,” he ordered. Of course, Logan didn’t do so, even more freaked out than he had been before. However, despite being slightly dumbed down by now, the muscle growth part of the himbo powder hadn’t taken effect yet, and so as much as Logan squirmed and wiggled, there was no escaping the strong grip of the himbo.

Luis also reached across the bar and pinched Logan’s nose until he was forced to open his mouth to breathe. Some of the soda was then forced down his throat, and it was a difficult process at first. However, with each drop of the himbo powder inside of his system, he started to gain a little more muscle. His arms were no longer stick-thin but slowly plumping up, and the same thing was happening to his legs, especially his thighs and hamstrings. He was starting to get pecs that jutted out from his body by a little bit, and a faint outline of a six-pack of abs. It was definitely harder for Cam to keep him in place as he gained more and more muscle.

However, along with the muscle growth and additional dumbing down, every drop also made him want to turn into a himbo even more. By around the third round of being forced to swallow some of the soda, Logan was getting too big for Cam to realistically hold while Luis held his nose and forced the soda down his throat. But when he let go, the himbo-to-be didn’t run away. In fact, he sat down and started to sip on the soda of his accord, much to the relief of the two men. No one around the bar noticed this happening thanks to a side effect of himbo powder dust floating around in the air.

By the time Logan had finished this glass of soda, his transformation was complete. His arms were now the size of melons and a tattoo had even appeared on his right shoulder. His legs were just as massive, causing the swimsuit he was wearing to get even more taut, having already shrank a fair bit from the one he was wearing when he first sat down at the bar. He now had a plainly visible pec shelf on both the top and bottom of his juicy rounded pecs, and while his abs were still faint and not really delineated, people like Cam weren’t always concerned about that. They were more focused on his hair, for example, which was now cut much shorter and had turned blonde.

Naturally, Logan had been dumbed down to about the same level Cam was at now, and he was also as horny as Cam and most other himbos were. However, Logan was a bit different, as in addition to being a himbo, he also considered himself a trophy boy. The Venn diagram of himbos and trophy boys was almost a circle, but regardless, Logan knew that he had to please his daddy himbo now. “OMG, like, Daddy, that soda tasted, like, so good, eheheh! Can I, like, have another!”

“I think, like, that’s enough for you, Logan, eheheh,” Cam replied. “I, like, need to teach some more stuff so, like, you can be the best trophy boy himbo that you can, like, be, eheheh!” The two himbos made their way off the beach shortly and to Cam’s place, where Logan learned his new workout schedule and what Cam expected of him when he brought other himbos and guests around. Logan was also excited to transform other guys into himbos and trophy boys for men other than Daddy! Logan’s parents actually went to the bar to check up on him, but a special drink served by Luis would make them forget all about their son, and the effect would spread to people that they knew. After all, Logan was living his best life now, happily serving as a himbo trophy boy to his hot and hunky daddy himbo, Cam.  

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Val hoped the workers at the apothecary weren’t lying to him. In addition to some forms of holistic medicine, they also dabbled in the more sexual side of potions and magic. Val had just received a bonus at work, and he wanted to spend it on a solution he had been eyeing for quite some time. It was somewhat of a peculiar mixture, as it would give him some more muscles, including his cock, make him extremely horny, and give him a strong musk. Unfortunately, this spell wasn’t permanent, but he would still have a lot of fun with it, regardless. He paid for the potion and only had a small amount of his bonus left over as he went back home.

Once he got back home, he went into the bedroom and set up his phone so that it could record the whole scene. Val normally wasn’t into this type of stuff, but he knew a lot of people would be, especially with the muscle growth component. The camera was soon filming and Val uncorked the vial. He chugged it, and the changes happened within seconds. His clothes burst apart at the seams and fell to the ground in tatters as everything from his neck all the way down to his ankles gained some muscle. His cock and balls, of course, grew to match, and it wasn’t even half a second later that Val stood in his room stark naked, with only a few pieces of his clothes still hanging from his body.

At the same time that he was starting to get much more turned on than he normally did, his musk was getting much more potent. He began sniffing the air, which only made his erect dick throb even more. Of course, he couldn’t help himself, and laid back on his bed, one hand on his dick and the other exposing an armpit. He took deep breaths as he furiously stroked his cock, blowing his load just over a minute later. While the potion didn’t get rid of his refractory period, it made sure that his next cumshot and the ones after that would be just as potent as the first.

Val continued to sniff his pits, changing which one he was inhaling with every cumshot, and not even bothering to clean up after he came, his bedsheets getting coated in cum, not to mention his pecs and abs as well. The room slowly started to reek of sex as well, the mixture of cum, musk, and sweat turning Val on even more. It was also starting to get a bit messy around the eleventh cumshot or so, so he began eating his cum too, moaning just as loudly afterwards as he did when it was coming out.

However, all good things must come to an end, and eventually, the effects of the potion wore off. Val shrank in the matter of seconds and his libido and musk were dramatically reduced as well. All of the cum still remained, though, and the room still reeked, albeit a bit less strongly now. He went over and stopped the video and made sure it was saved to the cloud. He then cleaned up his room first before uploading it to Pornhub and a couple other sites. For the next week, that was the only video the various gay communities online would talk about, and you could be certain that every man into guys saved the video to their phone as well.

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For you to understand what happened to me the last 2 ½ years, I have to tell some things about myself.

I’m Brodie, 28, 6ft 2, and I was a soldier.

A pretty good one if I may say so myself. Towards the end of my time at the military I got poached by one of the most profitable companies in the world. They wanted me as their head of security and I agreed. I mean, I got such high paychecks, so high I never imagined to earn that in my entire life.

So I was already head of security for 2 years when something strange happened. The police admitted that they failed to prevent new drugs to reach the market. Drugs that let people swap and possess bodies or turn them into bodysuits. Of course that created an uproar, especially from the rich. Who would want to be rich until someone poor comes along and manages to swap bodies.

To prevent this from happening at the company I was working for and many other companies, we had called for a meeting. A whole weekend for this topic where all head of securities were present.

I arrived on the first evening, an evening where everyone could drink to get to know each other.

All of us were meeting at a hotel. I got my key card, put my luggage in my room and got dressed for a casual meeting.

When I arrived at the meeting room at first I was talking to the ones I already knew until I saw someone standing shy and lonely somewhat in the corner of the room. So I went to him.

As I approached him I could see him more clearly. He was taller than me, maybe 6ft 5, had blond hair, was skinny, and had some kind of boyish face.

He saw that I was approaching him and he smiled.

“Hey, I’m Brodie.”, I said holding out my hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“I’m Tommy.”, he answered shaking my hand.

His hand was so soft, atypical for a head of security.

“You seem pretty young to be head of security.”

“Yeah, I know. I just got promoted on my 22nd birthday, some months ago.”

“Congrats on that!”

“Thanks! You are the first to talk to me here.”, he said. “You want a drink?”

“Yeah, I would take one.”

After that we went to the bar.

Shortly after that, everything went dark for me.

The next morning. I was waking up, feeling the soft blanket against my sensitive dick. I ran my hands down my body to jack off, to get off some steam, as I noticed something was different. I opened my eyes to see that it wasnt my body I ran my fingers over. I was staring at my new body in shock. I couldnt comprehend how I lost all of my muscles, even my body hair.

I jumped out of my bed, running to a mirror. In disbelief I was looking at my reflection. I was looking like the boy I met yesterday. I looked like Tommy.

I tried to reconstruct my memories. I tried to piece the evening together but I didnt know a single thing. I didnt know how I got into this room, I didnt know how I got out of my suit and I didnt know how I lost my body.

I looked around the room for clothes but I could only find a loose pair of gym shorts, a weird kind of see-through shirt and pair of sneakers.

I put them on and left the room. On the outside of the door I could finally see that I wasnt in my real hotel room. I was to floors beneath it.

I searched for the nearest elevator to get to my initial room. I knocked on the door and my real body opened the door.

I was awestruck seeing it shirtless in the doorframe. It was a feeling I never felt when watching men before.

Before I could even open my mouth, my old body grabbed me by my shirt and pulled me inside with a powerful tug.

My real body closed the door and walked past me through the hallway. I followed him.

“And I thought you would never come.”, I could hear my real, deep voice saying.

“Well, I-”, I stopped mid-sentence because I was surprised how high Tommy’s voice sounded.

My real body went into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. He pointed towards a chair in front of him. I sat down in it.

There was something my real body had. A charisma that got you to do everything it said.

He lifted one of his legs and put his hands together. It caused his muscles to bulge a bit and I was in awe again. I somehow wanted to worship this body in front of me. My own body!

I pushed back that thought to get to the reason why I was here. I knew that he was taunting me with my real body by flexing MY muscles.

“You fucker stole my body!”, I said. I tried to be intimidating but I knew that I was nothing in this body compared to my old one. “You’ll swap us back right now!”

My old body let out a chuckle.

“I’ll let you know I’m not swapping back soon. If you complain I can put you in a sleeper hold and make the swap permanent.”, he answered.

“I’ll kill you Tommy!”, I shouted stormimg at my old body.

He quickly took my hands and pushed me onto the bed. He sat down on my stomach and secured my arms with his knees. I tried to free myself.

“Do this one more time Brodie, or should I say Tommy now, and this swap is permanent.”, he said.

I could smell him and it was turning me on. He smelled like warm sweat with a hint of parfume and alcohol from last evening.

“Right now, I’m not planning to be in this body forever.”, he continued and I stopped to free myself from his grasp. “You know Brodie -I mean Tommy- it wasnt always easy for me. I was the tallest in my year at school. That alone isnt that bad but I was also the youngest, skinny nerd. And it got even harder for me as they discovered that I was gay. They bullied me for this until graduation. It really destroyed my self esteem. But in a body like yours, a body worthy of being head of security, no one will bully me again because of my looks or my sexual orientation.”

“Thats it? Thats the reason you stole my body?! How did you even do this?”

“Shush it.”, he said putting one hand over my mouth.

“Here is how it happened. I just wanted to swap with someone from this meeting at first but then I started to get to know you and we started to drink together. Everytime you didnt watch your drink, I spiked it. The first few were to make you submissive. That went quiet fast, probably because you knew how to follow orders as a soldier. Then after that I put some drops into your drinks to knock you out slowly. When I noticed that you got weaker, I helped you to get into my room. There you completely lost consciousness and I stripped you out if your beautiful suit.”, he pointed at the pants he was wearing. “Then I slipped the pill into your mouth. It prepared your body for the swap. I then started to stimulate your body, and I can say that it was a lot of fun. After that I started sucking and you moaned so sexy while I did it. When I finished sucking you dry, I turned you over and gave you my seed. After that we swapped.”

I was looking at Tommy with big eyes. I couldnt believe what I just heard.

“And I’ll give you this body back.”, he continued as he pulled out another pill. “This pill can swap us back, or seal our swap forever. You get all of this godlike body back if you do what I say for as long as I say. You’ll be my daily cum-dump, my little slut, my faggot while I explore your body and have fun. Do you understand, Tommy?”

I nodded.

“Good boy. For the time we stay like this, you’ll react to the name Tommy and you’ll call me Brodie. You’ll stay at my side all the time and dont worry, I know that you earn enough money for both of us. I know this because I got your memories through this swap.”

I nodded again.

“Good boy. Now start off by sniffing my shoes.”

The new Brodie pulled off one of his black dress shoes and pushed it into my face.

I was overwhelmed by the smell, by the sensation it caused in my new body. I pushed back that thought to get back a clear mind.

“I’ll do this just to get my body back!”, I said.

“I know Tommy.”, Tommy answered with my deep voice. He chuckled again. “You’ll be my boyfriend until then.”

He let go of me and I sat up straight. He looked at my watch on his wrist.

“The meeting starts in 20 minutes. There is your new suit.”, he pointed to a different chair in a corner. “You should put it on.”

He walked over to a closet and pulled out the suit I took with me for the meeting. He undressed himself right in front of my eyes. He just stood there in his sheer socks. My dick, well now his, was semi-hard and wobbling up and down.

“Before you put yours on, you’ll dress me in mine.”, he said.

I didnt want to dress the body I once owned but I knew that this was the only way to get it back in the future.

I searched through the clothes he had pulled out for a pair of underpants but I couldnt find any. He had seen my confused face and said:“ No underpants for this body, boy. I know that you love to wear jockstraps but I couldnt get warm with them for now. Thats why I wont wear one.”

I took the pants and went on my knees to let him get inside. He stepped in and my old dick was hanging in front of my face. I pulled up the pants and closed them. I did the same with his shirt, vest and jacket. After that I had him to put on the dress shoes I had to sniff that I wore yesterday and he probably the whole day. I wish I would’ve been turned off by the fact that he posed in my real body but it didnt. After that he watched me put on one of his old suits.

“You’ll play the role of Tommy the whole evening. Do you understand?”, he said after I finished putting it on. “You’ll play as if we are very good friends. You’ll laugh at my jokes and be at my side. For the whole evening!”

And I did as he said. The whole evening. At first I hated it but after some time we had so much fun. At the beginning I thought I would get sick from the way he acted. But I didnt. He was such nice guy, just like I really was and I started to crave for his touch. He sometimes took me in his arms and it was such a nice feeling. I knew that I’m attracted to women but since I’m in Tommy’s body, I had the feeling that this is changing.

That was two months ago.

After the meeting weekend we went back to my old house. Tommy of course took my king sized bed, because it was ‘his home’. At first I had to sleep on the couch but after a short time I had to sleep with him in 'his’ bed because I’m his 'boyfriend’.

At the start he was also often showing off my body. Sometimes he was walking around shirtless so that I could admire 'his hard work’. Sometimes, when we went for a walk outside, he would start doing exercises, even on street signs. He was such a show-off, flexing a body he doesnt really own.

He also used me every day for the first few weeks. Not because he wanted to fuck someone but only to humiliate me, as he had my body.

I had hoped that someone would notice that something was wrong with the Brodie they knew but Tommy played my life perfectly.

He really knew everything about me. My workout routine, my way of talking, my job requirements and so on.

When he was at my work, I had to cook for him and to clean the house. While doing that I always searched for the pill. The pill to swap us back but I never found it.

Thats why I knew I had to play the role of the boyfriend to perfection to get my body back. And I had to do so quick as I felt that I became more and more like the real Tommy. My habits started to change.

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To be continued?

Brotherly love

This is my big brother Aiden. He always protected me since I was little and he did so too when I came out to my family. While he supported me and defended me from harassment my family on the other hand threw me out of our house. Luckily my older brother was living alone in an apartment where I could stay.

He was totally my type as I loved men with an opposite physique than I had. I loved these handsome, rugged faces on men. I also loved tall men with a great body, but I could only imagine his as I never saw him shirtless until that one morning where everything I wanted had changed.

When I woke up that morning, Aiden was already gone. He left a note which said that he went swimming. I made myself ready for my morning walk.

After I put on my running clothes I decided to take a new route through the forest.

It went great until I passed the small lake in the forest. I couldnt believe what I saw as it was my brother Aiden as he was taking off his swimming trunks to swim naked.

I had stopped walking, gazing at his incredible sixpack. As he turned around I had a short look at his huge dick before he covered it as he discovered me.

“Oh shit, Jeremy!”, I heard him shout.

“Hey Aiden. I just - I didnt knew - I thought about taking a new route but I didnt know you where here.”, I stammered.

“All good.”, he put his trunks back on quickly and got out of the lake.

He gave me a slight hug, making my shirt wet in the process by pressing his hard abs against my chest. I hoped he wouldnt feel my hard dick pressing against his thick thigh. And if he noticed he didnt say anything.

After a short talk he went back swimming and I ran the rest of the route. I couldnt get this incredible sight out of my mind. He was so fucking gorgeous. I knew it was wrong but I started to lust after my own brother. My beautiful big hunky brother.

I was the first one back home and I immediately went into Aidens room. I went to his laundry basket and searched for his used workout clothes. I took out a black Adidas tshirt and shorts as well as his used soccer socks and jockstrap. I didnt even knew he wore jockstraps.

I grabbed his soccer cleats from his sports bag and left the room. I locked my room and quickly undressed completely. I put his shirt on and stepped into his jockstrap and shorts. I pulled on his overknee soccer socks and stepped into his cleats.

I knew that nothing fit me but I didnt care. His shirt looked like a bag on me, his shorts and jockstrap fell from my hips and my feet would fit about 1 ½ times into his shoes. But the worst thing was, were his socks. I knew that my stick-like legs are no match to his massive calves, thats why they were always sliding down. I layed down on my bed so that nothing falls down.

I inhaled his smell, which somehow turned me on. I knew it was wrong to phantasize about him but that manly musk of sweat, deodorant and somewhat dirt made me horny.

My hands moved over the fabric and my mind drifted off into the sight of Aiden naked. That, combined with the incredible smell, made me so god damn horny that I accidentally shot my load into Aidens jockstrap. I was in full bliss as I imagined myself as Aiden, having these muscles, getting all the men until the apartment door opened.

“Jeremy, I’m home.”, Aiden shouted.

I jumped up from my bed and undressed the fastest I’ve ever done. I quickly pushed his clothes under my bed. I knew that I didnt have enough time to dress in my old clothes so I pulled out my shower towel, threw it around my waist to hide my erection and grabbed my phone.

“Glad you’re back. I just wanted to take a shower.”, I said stepping out of my room.

“Alright.”, he said now standing in front of me.

I could smell the sweet stench of his sweat and the sight of his massive pecs moving up and down beneath his shirt as he was breathing didnt help my erection to go away. I tried to not look at him further.

“Because of earlier,-”, he continued. “- I know what your type is J. I knew that I’d be in that category and I’m sorry if you cant look at me like it was before that because of the lake. No matter what you’d see, what you’d do to me, my body or anything else, I would always love you. I mean I’d still love you as my little brother just like I do since your birth and I hope that you’ll stay as I like your company.”

I didnt say anything as I knew my lust would ruin the moment.

“Maybe I like it a bit too much.”, he tried to joke.

I just nodded and he hugged me again. This time not as gently. I couldnt resist to give his bubble butt a slap. I giggled as if it was a joke and he laughed too.

“I’ll go take my shower now.”, I said walking to the bathroom.

“Good. I’ll take my bath later.”

With that I disappeared into the bathroom and locked the door.

I replayed the conversation in my head again and got an idea.

No matter what you’d see, what you’d do to me, my body or anything else, I would always love you, I repeated his words in my head again. I thought about drugging him to get him to fuck me or letting me fuck him. I thought about doing a bit of bondage to him or something else. I knew that these thoughts were wrong as he was my brother but then I had the best idea.

I searched the internet for a body swap spell or something similar. The thought of being him was such a turn on. In the back of my mind I thought that this is just a fantasy but it wouldnt hurt to try. I wanted to open some websites as I heard Aiden knocking on the door.

“Hey J. Did you see my soccer cleats? I cant find them but I swear I put them in my bag when I left training yesterday.”, he asked.

I got nervous.

“No I havent seen them but if I remember correctly, I dont think that your bag was as filled out when you came back as when you left.”

“Thanks man. Maybe I left them in the changing room. I’ll get them tomorrow then.”

I heard him walk away and I quickly took the shower.

After drying myself off I immediately went into my room. I put on some clothes and read further on the topic of body swapping. After some time Aiden came in to tell me he’ll take his bath like every Sunday. I browsed further until I found a somewhat shady looking website.

Body swap/possession stone and spell

Buy now body swap item cheap. Body swap with beloved person/ body possession. You ever feel like wanting to be someone else? Buy body swap stone and spell now cheap.

The website had 291 reviews. Probably fake,  I thought. But every single review promised that its real. As it was only 10$ I bought it and waited for its arrival.

The package had arrived on the next Saturday when Aiden was having a soccer match. I was home alone when the postman rang the doorbell. I excitedly took the package and opened it. Inside were an old looking page ripped out of a book, an instruction, chloroform and a stone. The stone had the smoothest surface I’ve ever felt and on the old page was something written in latin. The so called spell. On the instruction it was written that:     1.both, who should be affected by the swap had to be naked.

2.the swap has to be spoken within a 2m radius of the other person.

3.after the spell is spoken the stone has to be shoved up the ass of the person who you want to become.

There was also a big exclaimer that only the one who speaks the spell will have the memories of the other person when in their body and to swap back just perfom the same thing again. Sounded good to me.

I waited for Aidens return. In the afternoon I heard him open the door. I walked to the entrance to greet him but he didnt look happy.

“Hey!”, I said. “What happened.”

“You dont want to know…”, he answered taking off his shoes.

“Come on, you can tell me. I’m your brother.”

“Its just that first some of my clothes, including my soccer cleats, disappear and now we lost the first match in 3 years. I think thats no coincidence.”

“But didnt you have other cleats?”

“Yeah, but they werent as good. I never used them before. I was worse with them.”

“Dont be mad at yourself. Everyone can have a bad day.”, I said to calm him down.

“I know… but this time its more of a bad week. A strange week.”

And it will get even weirder for you, I thought.

“You know what? I’ll take a nice long bath now!”, he said.

“Good, do that.”, I said changing my voice as if I had something to hide..

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”, je asked.

“I’ll have a video date in a few minutes.”, I lied.

“That’s great!”, he said hitting my shoulder.

“Yeah! Because if that it would be nice if you wouldnt walk into my room after you took your bath. I’ll tell you everything when I come back out of my room.”, I continued lying.“

"Alright, I wont disturb you.”

“Thank you Aiden. You’re the best hunky, big brother.”

I hugged him again to smell his sweat one more time before it would become mine for some time.

Aiden disappeared with his phone and overear headphones into the bathroom. I knew that he’d come back out naked as he always does. That would be my time to shine.

I heard him filling up the bathtub and undressed in my room. I took the page and the stone with me as I hid beneath Aidens bed. After some time he came back into his room completely naked wearing his headphones. I knew that he wouldnt hear me so I spoke the spell and the stone started glowing. A sign that the spell was indeed real.

Aiden opened the door to his clothes and leaned against the doorframe. I quickly crawled out from beneath his bed and walked carefully behind him. I took one deep breath and with one hand move I pushed the glowing stone and even 2/3 of my hand into Aidens butt. He let out a cry of pain before collapsing to the ground unconsciously. As my hand was still in him the weight of his body pulled me to the ground before I passed out too.

I woke up hearing music. I felt the rug beneath me as I wanted to turn around but I couldnt as something was stuck in my butt. I opened my eyes and I saw that I was now in control of Aidens muscular body. I pulled my old bodies hand out of my ass together with the stone. I quickly took a rag and drenched it in chloroform to knock Aiden out a little longer. It was incredibly easy to carry my old body around the house to clean his hand and to dress him in some of my old clothes.

I placed him on my bed and and cuffed his arms and legs to the bed. I took out a long sock and gagged him.

After that I went back into Aidens room and took one of his skin tight shorts and started to test my new muscles by jacking his gigantic cock off and doing a workout. While doing so my mind got flooded by Aidens memories and manerisms. After about an hour I noticed that Aiden was awake in my body so I entered the room.

He saw me and started to shout but the sock muffled him.

“Easy there big guy.”, I said approaching him. “I know you dont understand how this happened but I’ll promise that I’ll take good care of your body for the next few days. In fact this body will also take good care of me as these sensitive nipples and huge cock are a gift for a gay man and then there are these abs. These gorgeous, defined abs and pecs.”

I rubbed his, for the time now my torso.

Aiden squirmed against his restraints but no success.

“This is just for a few days Aiden, dont worry. I wont take over your life to let you rot here as me. I just needed some… fun, I guess?”

I sat down next to him.

“The truth is, I didnt have a date for like a year. Looks like the skinny, blonde bottom has it difficult to find a match. I’m craving for some sexual relief, not alone of course. I wont ruin your life but I dont think you’ll like the idea that your body will soon know what gay sex feels like.”

My old eyes looked at me in horror. I knew that he was angry probably even scared.

“You said that you’ll love me like a brother no matter what I’d do with you, with your body. I hope you ment it like you said it.”

With that I took his used clothes and cleats from beneath my bed and left the room.

I used the rest of the day to set up a grindr profile for me as Aiden as well as multiple jackoff sessions  as this body never got tired.

The next morning I searched through Aidens wardrobe and took out one of his suits. It wasnt one of his bests as I was just going to practice some soccer.

I put on the used jockstrap I had hidden beneath my bed and it now fit perfectly. I grabbed a pair of his dress socks and slipped into them. I stepped into his dress pants and put on a white shirt. I tucked it in, zipped up the pants and put on a belt. I tied his tie and put on the suit jacket. I slid into a pair of brown dress shoes and threw the used workout clothes and cleats into his training bag.

I took a look in the mirror and marveled how his body filled out his suit. His muscles bulging beneath the fabric.

I entered the kitchen to make breakfast for Aiden. I took the plate and a bottle of water and entered my old room. He was already awake and I uncuffed one of his hands to hand him the plate. I put the bottle next to the bed. He quickly removed the sock from his mouth and wanted to shout at me.

“I’m sorry Aiden but this will be over soon. I really hope that you can forgive me.”, I said before he could say a word. “The past few weeks were just really depressing for me.”

I sad tilting my head down. A tear running over my cheek.

I was waiting for him to shout at me but he didnt. He moved his free hand to my chin and moved it up. He looked directly into my eyes.

“As long as you give me my life back, my body being completely healthy, no diseases whatsoever, I’ll continue to live with you. I dont know how fast I’ll completely forgive you tho.”, he said.

I started to cry even more.

“Now go, do what you want to do as long as it wont hurt my body and no gay sex!”

I hugged him and left the building. I was walking down the streets towards the soccer field. I loved the looks the other hit guys gave me.

As I arrived at the field I noticed that a muscular man had followed me with some distance.

I entered the field and closed the gate, keeping the man out. I entered the changing room and undressed. I opened the bag and dressed in Aidens used clothes. I stepped into the cleats, and admired how everything fit me now. I took a ball and went onto the field. I saw how the man was still waiting in the shadows behind the fence.

After some time I saw him leaving, making me more comfortable again. I finished the training as Aiden and got back into the changing room. I put on the suit again and was on my way back to the apartment as a man on a motorcycle was stopping next to me. He opened his visor and I saw that it was the same guy who followed me.

“Can I help you?”, I said.

“Yeah, you could.”, he opened his backpack and took out another helmet. “When I saw you for the first time today I knew that I wanted you.”

“What do you mean?”

“Maybe your not gay but if you are, would you spend some time with me in bed?”, he asked holding the helmet towards me.

“And whats in it for me?”, I said grabbing the helmet.

“I’d give you anything you want.”

I put on the helmet and hopped on his bike. He drove to a mansion just outside the city. We got off the bike and he led me to the pool in his backyard. He sat down on a lounger and I sat down in front of him. He was definitely very wealthy by the look of his mansion, the many cars and bikes he possesses.

“Before we do it, I’m Antoine. Who are you?”, he said.

“I’m… Aiden.”, I answered.

“Top or bottom?”

“Top.”

I knew I was always a bottom but this body can only be a top.

“Good. Lets go inside.”

He pushed me inside his bedroom. It was huge and in the middle was an Alaska king-sized bed.

He took my sport bag and threw it into a corner. He pushed me on his bed and started to untie my tie. He opened my shirt and unbuckled my belt. His hands ran over this bodies abs down to the cock. He gently pulled out my hard 8inch cock.

He looked surprised but got immediately on it. His warm tongue playing with my dick while moving up and down.

It was an ecstatic experience. So much better than my old body. Antoines hands ran over my legs, down to the socks onto the dress shoes. His hands stayed there massaging the top leather. I took off the shirt and jacket. After about 20 minutes Antoine released my wobbling dick. I was on the brink of shooting my load. He took off my shoes, socks and pants. After that I unzipped his one-piece-racing-suit and pushed it down to his knees. He was completely naked beneath the suit, showing off his muscles and semi hard dick. I pushed him onto the bed, shoved his legs onto my shoulders and carefully inserted my throbbing dick into his ass.

We had about 2 hours of pure bliss, excitement and endurance before we fell down next to each on the bed.

“We should repeat that more often.”, Antoine said.

I stayed silent as I knew that I wont stay in this body forever and Aiden wouldnt do it.

“Can you give me your number?”, he asked.

“I’m not really the person who gives out his number.”, I looked at him.

“Please! I’d do anything to get your number. I’d give you anything just to be able to call you!”, he begged.

“Anything?”

“Anything you want, yes.”

“I want your bike and all the clothes and accessoirs coming with it.”

I knew that it was a lot to ask for and I never thought that he would agree.

“Yeah, okay. I’m all in.”, he answered.

“Gr-great?!”

“Why suddenly so cautious in tone?”

“I’m just surprised that you agreed.”

“Well, I have multiple bikes and racing suits and it is worth it for me as long as that means I could see you again.”, he answered handing me his phone.

I entered Aidens and my number and gave it back.

“Thank you Aiden.”, he said getting out of bed. He quickly disappeared into another room and returned with a new backpack which he filled with underarmor, another racing suit, pair of gloves and boots. He put the backpack next to my sport bag.

“This is the second suit I’ll give you. The first one is the one I wore today.”, he said sitting down at the end of the bed. He made a gesture that I should put it on.

I got out of bed and put on my jockstrap and Antoines socks. He jacked off watching me putting on his racing suit. When I finished it fit me perfectly as he was the same height as me. I put my dress suit into my sport bag.

We said goodbye with a kiss and I got on the motorcycle I now owned.

I knew that Aiden has a drivers license for motorcycles so I access that memory and drove to my apartment.

I opened the door and went into my old room. Aiden was watching tv as I came in. I knew that he alway wanted to buy himself a motorcycle and now I had one. I saw how his dick formed a tent beneath his pants as he saw me, wearing these tight leathers emphasizing his muscular body.

It was only the first day of me being Aiden but it was already the best day in a long time. I wasnt so sure that I would inhabit Aidens body for a few days only. I knew he would hate me more the longer I stayed in his body but I was excited for the next day with new challenges of being Aiden at Aidens workplace.

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To be continued?

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Commissioned by @chrislikesboots

Speeding swap

I woke up, eyes still closed. I could see the light through my eyelid so it had to be morning. I felt how my senses slowly awakened as I felt no blanket above me. I squirmed around trying to grab the blanket when I felt something else. My hands were tied on my back as well as my legs and I wasnt laying in my bed but on a cold floor. I finally opened my eyes to see that I was laying on the wooden floor of my bedroom.

I tried to remember the last things that happened to me last night.

I know that I came home from work, I wanted to take off my uniform but then everything went dark. I dont know what happened after that.

I tried to move around the floor, looking for clues as I heard someone coming closer.

A man kneeled down in front of me, wearing my police uniform.

“What the fu-”, I screamed and he quickly pushed a ballgag into my mouth.

“Shush.”, he said. “Do you remember me?”

I looked in his face and I recognised him. He was the guy I gave a speeding ticket yesterday. He drove way to fast as I stopped him with my cruiser.

“Good. You recognise me, I can see it in your eyes.”, he continued. “You know, from the moment I saw you, I wanted to be you.”

I tried to talk to him but the ballgag muffled all of my words.

“The sight of your form fitting uniform hugging your muscular body burned itself into my brain alongside your young, handsome face. And I can tell you, that it doesnt look to bad on my body either.”

He turned around to give me a good look.

“Because of the few questions I asked I knew the block where you lived and thanks to your name tag on your uniform I just had to search for the right doorbell. Than I rang the doorbell from your neighbor who let me in and I waited for you to come home.”, he continued. “Now I’m the cop as I’m wearing your uniform but it isnt completely the same as my face isnt as handsome as yours. Thats why I made this.”

He pulled out of his pocket a small bottle with a milky liquid. He walked around me and sat down on my legs. He slapped my ass before he spread my cheeks to pour the liquid around my hole.

“Thank you for wearing a jockstrap officer Colt, it helps alot ‘jock boy’.”, I heard him whisper.

I felt how he rubbed the slimey liquid into my skin with his gloved hands. After some minutes I felt a warm sensation where he rubbed the liquid on my skin. Thats when I heard him open the belt of my uniform and the zipper of the pants.

Without a warning he shoved his dick up my ass. It hurt so much that I let out a scream, muffled by the ballgag.

He clung to my body like a used gum to the sole of a boot. His arms went around my torso. His gloved hands pinched my nipples as if his life depends on it. He wrapped his legs around mine, rubbing my patrol boots against my socked feet. And then he started thrusting. The sound of flesh pounding filled the room and I could hear his heavy breaths in my ear as his head laid on my shoulder.

Suddenly I felt an otherworldy sensation, the man had tickled my prostate and it felt awesome. I felt how my dick got hard in my jockstrap as it leaked pre-cum.

I felt how his breathing quickened as he straightened up and his dick got even harder before I felt how my ass got more wet and somewhat slimey.

The man was cumming in me!

After that he collapsed back onto me, panting heavily. It took only a few seconds before I noticed that something was changing.

My jockstrap got tighter before it ripped and the belly of the men, pressing against my back disappeared. I felt how it turned into hard muscles. His pecs grew as well as his legs. In return my belly started to feel fuller.

The man stood up and I heard how he zipped up and closed the belt.

He turned me around onto my back. I expected to see the man again but I was looking at myself, filling out the uniform perfectly.

I tried to scream but the ballgag still turned it into a slight muffle.

“I’m now officer Colt.”, he said with my voice.

I looked down at my body to see in shock that my hard worked abs and pecs were gone. Instead I now had a slight belly with full grey hair.

“There is just one more thing I have to do.”, he continued.

He pulled out the bottle again and used the last few drops of liquid to smear them on my lips. He removed the ballgag and I wanted to scream and shout at him but I couldnt.

“I’ll now copy your memories.”, he said.

He pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue deep into my mouth. I almost gagged.

It didnt take long and he pulled away.

“Thank you officer Ryan Colt.”, he said with a grin.

He picked me up and locked me up in my own basement.

From time to time he shows me pics of himself as me hanging out with my friends and collegues in uniform while he feeds me. I often remember that day when I got robbed of my own life by a man whose definitely older than me who just wanted to be a young handsome cop. And he succeded.

A different life

I woke up after a nap on the couch. I rubbed my eyes until I felt good and stretched. Eyes still closed, my hands ran over my big beer belly…

Wait, didnt I have a sixpack?  That must’ve been a dream. How could I go from sixpack to beer belly in one nap.

I yawned as I stretched myself and straightened up on the couch. I pulled my stained shirt back over my belly button. My head was itching so I scratched it.

Wait… I wasnt bold… This is strange, why would I think I was someone else. This dream must’ve felt so real.

A young businessman entered the room as I was checking out my surroundings. A handsome businessman. Probably around 6'2", well groomed hair, wearing sunglasses and having and nice muscles beneath that tight fitting suit. He looked strangely familiar.

“I have a short break.”, he said dropping himself next to me on the couch, his feet now on my lap. “They are really sore because of these boots and my long workdays. Would you be so nice to massage them?”

I didnt want to but my hands moved on their own. They pulled his boots of his feet and got to work. They started to massage his toes, one after the other before moving slowly downwards to the heel.

I wanted to ask this man many things.

Why does he look familiar? Why cant I remember my life? Why am I obedient to his commands?

But I couldnt ask a single thing. My body didnt let me so I starred at him or his feet. I saw that he always looked at me with a grin as if he knew something about my situation.

After about 10 minutes he started moving again.

“My break is almost over. Would you be so kind to put my boots back on?”, he asked.

And my hands still moved by themselves. He stood up after I finished. He leaned over to me and whispered into my ear: “ Thank you for this body.”

And then everything came back to me.

I remembered the last night. After a long day at work with overtime I was sitting alone in the subway. Well almost alone as in front of me was this fat old man. The man whose body I’m inhabiting now. I ignored him the whole ride as everyone would. I listened to music and scrolled on my phone. I had noticed that he stood up and I thought that he would get off the subway but he suddenly sat down on me. The last thing I remembered was the feeling of getting sucked into him.

You fucker! Give me my body back! I’ll beat you to death!

That is what I wanted to say, but I couldn’t. The only thing that came out of my mouth was “Your welcome!”.

He put his hands in his pockets and started to chuckle.

“You’ll never be able to hurt me in this body. That is your curse. I have to go now, see you later.”, he said.

With that he left the room, leaving me alone with the fact that a creepy old man was now using my own body. The body I worked so hard for.

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Commissioned by @chrislikesboots

“And done!”, Jake said putting his dumbbells away. He loved to stay in shape. All of his friends thought that he did it to get all the women but in reality he did it to get every man to look at him, but he could never tell his friends. He took a towel to swipe his sweat from his face before he took off his sport shirt. He left his room and walked through the hallway to the kitchen. On his way he walked past the bathroom, where he saw Adam standing in front of the mirror.

“Week 34, still no progress.”, Jake heard Adam mutter to himself.

He glanced at Adam and walked to the kitchen.

He went to the coffee machine and started it as Adam walked in.

“Could you please put on a shirt Jake?”, Adam asked.

Surprised, Jake turned around and leaned against the counter.

“What? Why?”, he asked.

“Your look is demotivating.”, Adam answered. “I’m trying so hard to get in shape and you just dont get fat. Its infuriating. I’ll never be attractive…”

“Hey now! Dont be mean to yourself.”, Jake answered. “If you want I can help you by-”

“By creating another workout routine for me? No thanks. The other two I got from you werent working either. I mean even Sarah left me. I dont know why but I bet its because of my performance and looks.”

“Wow, you’re down bad, arent you?”, Jake murred.

“I’m sorry Jake. I shouldnt let my anger out on you.”, Adam said.

“Hey bro, I can really help you.”

“How could you help me?”

“Well, its hard to explain… I have this -power- since I was a teenager. I can… Well, I’ll show you.”

Jake’s face turned red in pain as Adam watched his hunky roommate growing a belly and getting bald. Adam didnt believe what he just had witnessed.

“I can transform anyone into anything.”, Jake said from his new body. “It’s just somewhat painful.”

And Jake transformed back into his real self. His curly hair grew back and his sixpack emerged from his belly.

Adam just stood there, mouth open, not able to say anything.

Jake chuckled.

“I knew I could get you speechless.”, he said.

Adam shook his head in disbelief before grabbing Jakes hands.

“Please help me! I’d do anything.”, he begged.

“Not so fast Adam. If I do this I have to warn you.”

“Go on. I’m listening.”

“First of all, it will be really, really painful the first time. Second of all, you wont tell anyone about my power. If you do, I’m going to turn you into a pig or something else, like a boot. And finally, you’ll help me find my true love after this.”

“Alright. Thats cool with me. Now get me my sixpack. Make me a jock like you!”

Jake closed his eyes and concentrated on Adam.

Adam felt a warm sensation moving up his body but this warm sensation quickly turned into pain. Adam dropped to the floor, panting heavily trying to suppress his scream.

His belly started to melt away, to turn into sweat. It revealed a nice sixpack. His arms grew muscles and his calves grew larger. About two minutes later, Adam let out a deep breath and stood up. Sweat was dripping off his body.

Jake threw him a towel.

“I think you need this.”, he snickered.

Adam used the towel to wipe of his sweat. Only then he noticed his new body.

“Oh my god! These abs are so tight. And my biceps!”, he shouted, lifting one arm.

“Yeah. Look deeper Adam.”, Jake said.

Adams gaze followed down his abs to see that his dick had grown too. Only his second thought was that his pants must have ripped.

“Oh shit.”, he said putting the towel in front of his dick.

Jake threw him some of his gym clothes and Adam put them on thankfully.

Adam walked towards Jake and kissed him.

“Thank you. For all of this.”, he said taking Jakes hand pulling him with him.

“Where are you going?”, Jake asked.

“The balcony.”, he answered. “I want to show the world how sexy I am.”

He pushed open the balcony door.

“Jake… I dont know how to say this…”, Adam stammered. “Since you made me like this… I… I think you’re really hot. Like love of my life hot.”

“I know.”, Jake answered. “I feel the same. Lets get inside. Show me your new body to the fullest.”

Adam took Jakes hand and followed him inside.

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Story idea and commissioned by @ynew-206

Becoming the stud

Chris drove onto the driveway and turned off the engine of his motorcycle as Steve already opened the front door.

“Really man?”, Steve said. “First boys night in 3 years and you are driving? I wanted to drink with you…”

“I had to drive as I didnt want to walk all the way to you as my flatmate isnt home. Driving 4 hours to you with a motorcycle is already long, I dont even want to know how long walking would’ve took.”, Chris answered, already taking off his helmet and gloves. After a short pause. “We can drink, but then I have to sleep somewhere in your house.”

“Thats no problem. You can sleep on my couch.”, Steve wanted to get back inside as he noticed something. “Oh, hey! Look at that. You got a new bike. Thats awesome!”

“Yeah, bought it two days ago. I love it.”, Chris slapped the seat after hanging his gloves and helmet onto the handlebar. “You wanna drive it around for a little bit?”

Chris looked at Steve and saw that he was thinking about it.

“I’d love to, but…- ”

“But what? I know you have the license to drive a bike.”, Chris said.

“Yeah, I have it. But I wont drive without protective clothes. And I have none.”, Steve said, looking down.

Chris took off his motorcycle leather jacket and threw it to Steve. Steve catched the jacket by surprise, he looked at Chris. Without his biker jacket, Steve was able to see Chris’ muscles beneath a tight shirt. Chris had worked out more, Steve noticed.

“You can take mine for the short time.”, Chris said, walking towards Steve. “Maybe a bit too big for you, but it should work.”

Steve put on Chris’ jacket and was surprised how damp and warm it was on the inside. He was definitely hot inside his clothes while driving, Steve thought, kinda turns me on.

“But the jacket isnt enough, if something happens. Isnt it?”, Steve asked, hoping to get more from Chris.

“You need the helmet and gloves too.”, Chris points towards the handlebar.

“And something for beneath the waist?”

Chris leaned down and opened his boots. He pulled them off and placed them in front of Steve.

Chris put his arms on his hips.

“Do you want to put on my pants too?”

“No, no. Thats it, thanks.”, Steve said, trying not to stare at Chris’ huge bulge that appeared in his leather pants after getting back up.

Chris walked next to Steve and sat down onto the step in front of the door. His white wool socks left wet footprints on the driveway.

Nice, wet and sweaty boots, Steve thought.

Steve kicked off his sneakers and took Chris’ boots closer. A whiff of leather and sweat reached Steves nose, turning him on. He slipped his foot into the first boot and got goose bumps. He never felt this way towards Chris before. Or was it his biker attire? Steve wasnt sure. He slipped his other foot into the second boot and failed to close them.

“Let me help you.”, Chris said, kneeling in front of Steve to close his motorcycle boots.

Steve stood up after Chris finished. The boots are incredibly comfy, Steve thought.

He got onto the motorcycle, put on gloves and helmet and drove for 20 minutes. Chris sat back down on the step again. He felt that Steve was kind of weird while putting his boots on. But Chris found weirder, that he kind of liked seeing someone walking around in his clothes. He layed down onto the step and waited for Steve to return.

Steve returned with a big smile on his face.

“This was incredible. I should get a bike too!”, he said.

“It gives a sense of freedom, doesnt it?”, Chris answered.

“Yeah, it really does.”

He got off the bike and handed Chris the jacket back. Steve opened the front door again and Chris put the jacket back on.

“Lets go inside.”

“I’m right behind you.”

Chris entered the house and closed the door. He followed Steve through the house into the living room and sat down on the chair in front of Steve.

“You drink scotch,  right?”, Steve asked.

Chris nodded and Steve poured him a drink and pushed it over to Chris.

“Cheers!”

Both started to drink.

After some hours, many drinks, games and smalltalk, Steve streched out his legs and placed them between Chris’. As Chris looked down, he saw that Steve was still wearing his motorcycle boots.

“I know they’re comfy, but you’re still wearing my boots.”, Chris said.

“Oh, yeah. I really didnt notice them.”, Steve answered, slightly sad that he has to take them off now.

Chris took Steve’s legs and laid them onto his lap. He slowly opened the boots and removed them one by one from Steve’s feet. The smell of Steve’s sweaty feet coming out of his boots was stinging in Chris’ nose, kind of turning him on as his dick got hard. Steve noticed it and wiggled with his toes.

“You like this?”, he asked.

He gently pushed his smelly feet against Chris’ crotch. He loved the feeling of the leather against his feet.

Chris tried to suppress a slight moan but failed.

“Steve, no. This is - ungh - this is wrong. Mmhhh - fuck… I’m so horny since I saw you in my clothes. Especially in my boots.”, Chris said.

“Then why dont we go a step further and you’ll let me wear everything.”, Steve said, still massaging Chris’ crotch with his feet.

Chris is torn.

“No, that wouldnt be right. I have a girlfriend.”

“Hmm, okay.”, Steve said removing his feet from Chris’ crotch.

Chris put his boots back on and took a sip from his drink.

“I think I’ll go to bed now. You can sleep here on the couch.”, Steve said, getting up from the table. “I’ll get you a blanket.”

“Are you angry now, just because I didnt consent?”

“No, no. I’m just a bit tired.”

Chris walked over to the couch and made himself comfortable. Steve handed him a blanket.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

Chris listened to Steve walking up the stairs and closing the bedroom door. After that he pushed the blanket to the side and took off his jacket and shirt.

It’s so hot, I dont know how I can fall asleep, Chris thought. Shortly after he fell asleep deeply.

Steve waited some hours and carefully walked down the stairs again. He tried to make as little noise as possible. He took out a rag drenched in chloroform and got closer to the sleeping Chris. He carefully placed his legs on each side of the couch and laid the rag onto Chris’ face. At first he didnt react but after some seconds Chris started to wake up from the smell. Steve, completely naked, let himself fall onto Chris’ chiseled stomach and now pressed his hands with the rag onto Chris’ nose and mouth. Chris felt Steves dick against his abs and tried to fight him but was already weakened. They struggled some minutes until Chris went unconscious.

Steve left the rag on Chris’ face but got off of his body. He went to the end of the couch and started to remove Chris boots. He loved to see Chris’ white socks beneath. He removed them with his teeth and enjoyed every second of it. After that he opened Chris’ pants and stripped them off of him. He threw them onto the rest of Chris clothes and admired both, the pile and Chris’ muscular unconscious body.

He tied up Chris and waited till morning for him to be conscious again. It was already dawn as he woke up.

Chris noticed how he wasnt able to move and opened his eyes. In front of him was Steve putting on his biker attire.

“Good, you’re awake. You like what you see? Do I turn you on?”, Steve said.

“Steve, what the fuck? Untie me right now! I wont play this kinky shit.”, Chris shouted angrily.

“Well, your member sees this differently.”

Chris looked down at his erect dick and calmed down. Innerly he knew that this was turning him on, he just didnt want to admit it.

Steve was now wearing all of Chris’ clothes but his underpants. He took out his phone and snapped a selfie.

“Damn, I look good in this.”, Steve said, grabbing his erect dick beneath the tight leather pants. “You know, I could use a slight relief. But first, you’ll gonna admire your boots on my feet.”

Steve put his feet directly next to Chris’ face.

“Lick it buddy.”

Without any hesitation, Chris started to work on his boots. It turned Chris on, not to be the hunky alpha male he normally is. It was even more arousing for him that Steve was wearing his biker attire. He cleaned the soles completely and took the whole tip into his mouth to play around it with his tongue.

The look of his hunky best friend licking his own biker clothes while Steve is wearing it made his dick even harder, causing him to shoot a load into Chris’ suit.

He opened the zipper of his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He put his foot back down, grabbed Chris by his ankles and pulled him closer. He placed Chris tied feet on his shoulders and tried to enter Chris’ hole with his hard dick.

“Wait, no! I dont want to be fuuuu-. My god, that feels crazy!”, Chris exclaimed as Steve pushed his throbbing dick inside him. It was a difficult fit, even though Steve’s dick wasnt the biggest. What a firm ass, Steve thought.

“Looks like your body doesnt want to give up your virginity easily.”, Steve said.

Chris could only let out a groan. Steve crammed his flesh deeper inside Chris and started grinding. The pace of Steves thrusts was picking up. Chris started to move uncomfortably, moaning and whining.

“Pleeeaase, stop! It hurts!”, Chris exhaled, trying to untie himself.

“Oh shit! I’ll gonna cum.”, Steve said, awkwardly caressing Chris’ pecks and abs down to his thick cock.

“Then please pull it out. Fuck! Dont cum in me, please!”, Chris whimpered.

Steve further stroked Chris’ dick, causing it to get hard.

“No! I’ll shoot my load right into your tight, virgin ass. Now you’ll feel what it is like to be a bottom like me!”, Steve said feeling that he’s coming.

Chris screamed in agony as his ass filled with Steve’s semen. He whimpered.

“Now, you’ll shoot your load!”, Steve said in a low, lustful tone.

Steve pulled out his dick, still stroking Chris’. He leaned down and took Chris’ fat dick into his mouth. He almost gagged because of it’s size. Chris started to moan between his whimpering. He still tried to release himself from the ties and from Steve’s grip.

Steve sucked in a rhythmic manner and looked like he’s enjoying it.

“I hope you are enjoying this as much as I do.”, Steve mumbled, still having Chris’ dick in his mouth.

Steve sucked further while running his hands over Chris’ abs. Chris on the other hand started to notice that something changed in his body. He saw that it looked like something was getting sucked from his body through his dick.

“Steve. Please, stop! I feel weird! Just look.”, Chris shouted. “Please!”

Steve didnt care to look, he was completely focused on getting Chris to cum. He wanted to swallow this thick seed of his hunky friend. Steve felt that he needed it to find to himself. He played with Chris’ dick in his mouth with his tongue and felt how pre-cum started to drip from Chris’ dick. One hard suck and Chris had a huge orgasm. Steve made sure to swallow every bit of it.

Chris saw in horror how his muscles started to disappear, his chest and belly were starting to grow hair. Grey hair! He felt how he started to grow a beard quickly and that he lost some of his hair. And as if losing his muscles wasnt enough he saw how his legs and belly started to grow. His skin became wrinkled and Chris felt that he got weaker every time Steve swallowed his cum.

At the same time, Chris saw how Steve started to fill out his biker attire more. Not in a fat way. In a muscular way.

He is stealing my muscles, my body, my features!, Chris thought.

Steve sucked Chris’ dick dry and spat it out. It was nothing compared to what it was before, it has shrunken so much.

Steve licked his lips and looked up for the first time again. Steve and Chris looked each other terrified in the eye.

“Shit! What happened to you?!”, Steve shouted.

“You happened! I told you that something was off when you started sucking. You fucker, stole my muscles even your face has now similarities to my old one!”, Chris shouted in anger. He noticed that his voice cracked like an old man.

“Fuck, I didnt know this would happen. Sorry!”, Steve exclaimed. He looked down at his body and was amazed. “Damn, this feels awesome! I feel so strong.”

“Thats my body! Give it back!”

“I will find a way to reverse this Chris. I swear! But first I have to test this body out!”

Steve walked towards the door.

“You cant just leave me here!”, Chris shouted.

“I’m coming back ‘grandpa’. This is something I’ve dreamed off. I’ll get every hunk into my bed with this body!”, Steve said. “And after I’ve finished,  I’ll find a way to give your muscles back.”

“No! You can not do this to me!”, Chris started to whimper. Tears ran down his cheeks. “Those are my muscles. My features. Stay and give them back. Please!”

Steve opened the door and left without saying another word. He could hear Chris scream and cry from the inside.

Steve sat down on Chris’ motorcycle and admired his body again.

“This is amazing. I dont know if want to go back.”, he said to himself. “These clothes also fit perfectly. I should take some more from Chris’ home as my old ones wont fit until we know how this happened.”

He put on the helmet and gloves and drove away.

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Commissioned by @weisnichts

Forced promotion

“That was it.”, Mr. Lee said, packing away his history book. He looked at his desk to see if he missed something. After that he took his sports bag, his history bag and left his classroom. It was already late but Brennan Lee stayed to prepare his lessons for next week.

He walked through the hallway and around a corner where he found Mr. Beck, the janitor.

“Good evening Mr. Beck.”, Brennan said, trying to get past him.

“Good evening Brennan.”, Mr. Beck said blocking the way for Brennan.

“Its Mr. Lee for you, okay?”, Brennan said. “Now let me through, I need to get home.”

Mr. Beck still blocked Brennans way, stepping in front of him when Brennan tries to go around.

“Come on Brennan…Mr. Lee. I’m Dan. Lets get closer and call ourselves by our first name.”, Mr. Beck said. “I’m allowed to call every other teacher by their first name but not you. Why not? If you dont trust me then ask the others when they’re back in school, because right now it’s only the two of us here.”

“Because I prefer it this way.”, Brennan said. “And also because I know what you’re doing in the gym. Sniffing the shoes and underwear of the boys. If I could I would get you fired for this, but I cant. Thats why I’ll stay away from you and so on.”

“I thought I was more cautious.”, Dan said quickly kicking Brennan into his balls.

Dans action surprised Brennan, who now went on his knees panting because of the pain. Dan walked around Brennan, grabbed his tie from behind and started to choke Brennan unconscious. The next few minutes were a struggle for both, Brennan and Dan. A struggle Brennan should win easily as his physique was clearly superior. But the surprise attack from Dan and the pain made it harder for him.

His biceps bulged beneath his white dress shirt as he tried to reach Dan and his own tie. He also tried to get up again but his feet only scraped over the floor wildly.

Dan choked Brennan further until Brennan went limp. Brennan stopped struggling as his arms fell to the side and his legs rested moveless on the floor.

Dan quickly checked Brennan for a heartbeat and he felt one. He now leaned down over the unconscious Brennan. He took Brennans arms and pulled him down the hallway into a classroom. He heaved Brennan face up onto the teacher’s desk. Dan walked around the desk, speaking to Brennan as if he was awake.

“You know Brennan, I always admired you… but not in a good way.”, he said. “You are everything that I’m not. You’re the embodiment of manhood. With your muscles, your handsome face, your beard, your tattoos, the subjects you teach and your suits. You make me sick. No one can be this perfect.”

Dan started to take off Brennans watch and bracelets.

“Why do these suits look so good on you? Its frustrating!”

Dan opened Brennans belt and pulled down his suit pants to reveal Brennans musky Calvin Klein jockstrap. He felt Brennans dick before lifting Brennans legs into the air to look at his ass.

“Yeah, that is something I can work with.”, Dan said.

He removed Brennans pants and jockstrap completely and threw them onto the next table.

Dan took two vials filled with silver and gold liquid out of his pocket.

“You know, Brennan,”, Dan said, “ I have planned this since a long time.”

He opened both vials, drank the gold one and poured the silver one down Brennans throat.

It didnt take long and Brennan was conscious again but he instantly noticed that something was wrong. He could only move his head.

“The fuck you did to me fucker!”, Brennan exclaimed. “If I can move again you wont anymore, I take care of that you fucker.”

“When you’re able to walk again, its already to late for you Brennan. This night will be a night full of sexual torment for you.”

Dan opened his pants and pulled out his small dick.

“Suck it or I will do so much more to you!”, he added.

Reluctantly, Brennan took Dans dick in his mouth. What else would he have been able to do?

Brennan gagged even though Dans dick was small. After an hour Dan pulled out.

“That should be enough lube. Lets take a look at your after.”, Dan said walking around to lift Brennans legs into the air.

Brennan felt how Dan cramped his little stick inside Brennans ass.

The quiet sound of flesh pounding filled the room.

“I dont want to discourage you,”, Brennan said with a chuckle. “but I always thought that if I get raped that it was by a good looking man with a big dick. And not just this.”

“Just wait!”, Dan shouted, trying to cum into Brennan.

He tried to one up his rhythm but nothing helped.

“Well, lets forget that.”, he added.

Dan stripped himself now completely naked and took a bottle out of his pocket.

“Before I do this, I should strip you too. Dont want this nice suit to be ruined.”, he added further.

Dan opened Brennans vest and took it off together with his tie and white dress shirt.

Dan took the bottle and squeezed the thick liquid onto his hands. He applied the lotion lotion all over his body.

“This will make it easier.”, he said. “For both of us.”

He put both of his hands onto Brennans butt.

“Now, this will happen.”, he added. “I’ll climb into you. As soon as I’m in your body you’ll be able to move again but I’ll warn you: if you try to pull me out again it’ll hirt even more. You wont be able to stop me as soon as even partially in you.”

Brennan was horrified. He watched and screamed in agony as Dan started to shove his arms inside Brennan.

As Dans belly button disappeared into Brennan, he felt how he got control over his body again. He quickly sat up straight and grabbed Dans fat legs. He tried to somehow pull the rest of Dan out of him but it felt as if he was pulling on his own intestines. But he continued to pull.

There has to be a way to stop this, he thought.

But then he felt a weird sensation in his body. A tingle that made its way up his body from his butt. A tingle where he felt that he loses control again.

Quickly after that Brennan didnt have control over his arms anymore. They stopped pulling on Dans legs causing them to slide further into Brennan.

Brennan watched in horror how behind his erect dick, Dans last toes were pulled into his own body. That was the last thing that the real Brennan Lee saw.

His eyes rolled back and when they came back it was Dan.

Dan looked at his new erect dick, his abs and his muscular legs. His gaze followed his new legs until it reached Brennans dotted socks and brown dress shoes.

The new Brennan got off the table and stretched his body.

A deep moan could be heard on the room as Dan let Brennans hands ran down his body.

“I’ll definitely get used to this.”, he chuckled with his new deep voice.

He took Brennans shirt and buttoned it halfway up. After that he took Brennans suit pants, pulled them over his shoes and closed the belt.

Dan checked out his new body in the mirror.

“Even though Mr. Lee, I mean I, look stunning in a full suit, I think I should show more of my body.”, Dan said.

He picked up Brennans jockstrap, took a sniff and pushed it into his pocket. He took Brennans tie, vest and bags before he left the building to drive to his new house.

A month later, the only thing people were questioning was the mysterious disappearance of Dan Beck, the janitor.

Dan played the role of Brennan Lee, the beloved sports and history teacher, flawlesly.

He loved his new job as he now had even more opportunities to sniff the jockstraps of his students. He also kept the janitors keys to get access to the lost and found box. Dan even managed to trade Brennans used jockstrap and sport cleats with the ones of the best jock, who was secretly gay. Dan knew that he will never leave Brennans body.

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Idea by @chrislikesboots

Pictures provided by @chrislikesboots

Favorite cousin

Ray opened the front door to go to his motorcycle. He was a proud biker, especially if he gets some guys into bed with his muscular physique beneath the tight racing suit when he’s driving around.

He sat his first feet outside the door frame as his mother called him from the living room.

“Ray, come here please. You shouldnt leave, we have visitors.”, she said.

Ray closed the door and walied towards the living room. His steps on the parquet could be heard loudly. As he entered, he saw his mother with his aunt and his 10 year younger cousin on the couch.

His cousins eyes lightened up as he saw Ray standing in the doorframe.

Ray shrugged his arms, gesturing his mother what she wants.

“Why dont you go upstairs with your cousin, Ben. You could watch a movie or so. Us sisters want some time tontalk alone.”, his mother said.

“Sorry, thats not possible, I promised Dan to meet him in 15 minutes. We want to drive together.”, Ray said.

“Ray, even though your 26 and I shouldnt be able to tell you what to do, you’ll do something with your cousin.”, she answered. “Also, you were driving your motorcycle with Dan the last 4 days and even nights. Dont you think its time to spend time with your family again?!”

“No, its alright. Ray doesnt have to do something with my son. If he wants to meet a friend, he can go.”, Rays aunt said trying to calm down her sister. “We are just guests.”

“Ray is a guest too as long as he stays for the holiday.”, his mother said. “Now go and take your cousin with you.”

Ray rolled his eyes and waved his cousin to follow him. “I’ll write Dan…”

He didnt want to do something with his cousin. Even though he was the older one, Ray was kinda scared of his cousin. The last time Ray met with his cousin on a family gathering, he saw Ben sniffing Rays soccer cleats in his closet. He didnt tell anyone else as he found it arousing and weird, that a family member hat sime Kind of crush in him, at the same time.

Now he was walking up the stairs towards the room he was staying at, at his parents house. Ben was walking behind him and Ray could feel how Ben was lusting over the sight in front of him.

As they arrived at the room, Ray sat down on the bed. Ben puts down a bag next to the bed and sits down right next to Ray. Like really close. Too close for Ray.

He stood up and turned on the tv. He took the remote and sat down further away from Ben again. Ben got closer again.

“What do you want to watch?”, Ray asked.

“I dont know. What do we want to watch?”, Ben asked.

“I dont care.”, Ray handed Ben the remote. “Stream what you want.”

Ray leaned back and closed his eyes. He hoped that the time would pass faster this way. He heard that Ben started on a movie and turned the volume up.

“Dont you want to take some parts of your suit off?”, Ben asked. “I mean, its really hit in here.”

“Nope, I’m fine.”, Ray answered.

He remembered that he saw Ben dropping a bag next to the bed. A bag he didnt see as Ben was sitting downstairs on the couch. Ray opened his eyes again and leaned over the bed to see what was in the bag. As he opened it, he was suprised. In the bag were latex sheets and shirts, clothes, a mask and handcuffs.

He wanted to say something to Ben but in that moment Ben jumped at him, keeping Rays arms in check by wrapping his legs around Rays upper body and pressing a rag against Rays nose and mouth.

Ray wanted to breath but he noticed a sweet smell. Ben probably had the rag drenched in chloroform or ether, Ray thought as he already started to feel weaker.

Ray kept struggling against Ben butbhe had no chance as he was jumped by surprise.

As Ray finally fell unconscious against Ben onto the bed, Ben let out a deep breath.

“I thought this would’ve been more difficult.”, Ben said to himself, pushing Rays unconscious body to the side.

He stood up and locked the door. He turned back towards Ray and stripped himself. He took off his oversized sweater and jeans and pulled off his Chucks with holes. He was standing there only in his black socks.

He slapped Ray onto his butt to make it jiggle.

“Now its your turn to undress.”, he said towards the unconscious Ray.

As he opened and pulled off one of Rays racing boots, he was greeted by a very strong smell. Most people would say it smelled unpleasent but for Ben it was turning him on.

“Your mother was right, you rode your bike and wore these clothes the whole last days.”, Ben said.

He pulled off the other boot and put them on. To his surprise, they’ve fit him.

“You got some small feet for your size.”, Ben said, running his fingers over Rays thick white socks before pulling them off.

He continued by opening the zipper of the suit and slowly pulling it off. It was a difficult task as Rays body was really sweaty. As Ben reached Rays cock, he was suprised that Ray didnt wear any underwear or compression shirt. Better for my fantasies, Ben thought, pulling the suit over Rays legs and feet.

Rays unconscious body was now completely naked. Ben turned Ray around and positioned himself above Ray.

Ben slid his hard dick inside Rays tight ass.

“I thought you were gay, Ray.”, Ben said. “Your ass doesnt feel like it.”

Ben searched for his perfect rythm and as he found it, he started to smile. He didnt believe he was rough-fucking that tight ass of his gorgeous hunk of a cousin. Ben shoved his hands beneath his cousins body, feeling his pecks. He was in an ecstatic pleasure as he fell unconscious onto Ray.

As Ben woke up again, he felt someones hands on his chest and something in his ass. He pushed the still unconscious body off of him and stood up. He felt how cum was dripping out of his hole. He looked into the mirror to confirm his feelings. The body swap with his cousin worked.

Ben felt how horny his new body was so he quickly grabbed one of Rays used socks and sat down onto an armchair. He wrapped his sock around his new hairy member and srarted to finger his new hole, still filled with his old bodies cum. After pleasuring himself for 20 minutes, Ben started to put on Rays racing suit.

As he finished, he looked into his bag.

“As much as I want to use them, I dont have time for that.”, Ben said throwing the bag out of the window.

He walked over to his old body and dressed it. After that he shook it slightly. His old body started to wake up again. It rubbed his eyes and looked confused at Ben.

“What the…. how is this possible.”, Ray said, looking at his new body. “Ben! What did you do? I want my body back.”

“I dont know what you mean Ben.”, Ben said with Rays deep voice. He quickly left the room and went downstairs. Ray followed him, shouting that they have to switch back.

Rays mom and aunt came out of the living room to see what the noise was all about. Ray walied over to his mum.

“Ben swapped our bodies. Its me, Ray”, he said.

The real Ben in Rays body chuckled.

“Ben, not again. You and your fantasies. No one can swap bodies. Do we have to go to the doctor again?”, Rays aunt said and stepped forward. She turned towards her sister and said: “I’m sorry. Ben has his weird moments. We’ll leave now.”

“No, you have to trust me! Ben knocked me out with chloroform and after that we swapped bodies. You have to believe me!”, Ray shouted.

His aunt grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the door.

She apologized to Ben in Rays body for the inconvenience and left with Ray in Bens young body.

Ben grabbed the helmet and got to Rays motorcycle. He still couldnt believe it. He was now his older, muscular cousin. He deeply inhaled the smell of sweat and leather again, before he grabbed his new crotch. This new life would be a wild ride for Ben.

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“Shit. I have to hide somewhere”,  I thought. “The cops will be here soon”

I look around the mall, seeing people shopping happily. I pull my backpack even tighter and walk straight forward trying to get myself lost in the crowd of people shopping.

I got myself into this bad situation. Ever since the black market was flooded with the bodysuit serum and other enhancers, crime rate sky-rocketed. I was one of them too. Before I started robbing banks I was an athlete in a circus. Heavily underpaid of course. One day I got my hands on the serum and on a kind of time enhancer. I used both of them on myself and now I can turn everyone I want into a bodysuit. With the Enhancer I can move much faster than every other person and I’m so much more agile. I often turn old men into suits to rob a bank. No one expects them to be a thief but this time I messed up. Someone managed to call the police while I was robbing the bank and now they’re following me.

So I walk through the mall, pulling my cap deeper down. I search for an unsecured exit but security is everywhere. But then I see a possible way out. I rush towards the men toilets and look around if no one got suspicious of me. Inside the bathroom I looked around for a new skin. At first I thought I was alone until I heard someone pulling up his pants and flush. I stand in front of the cabin door and prepare to ambush whoever is in the cabin. The lock turns, door opens and a shirtless muscle jock comes out. He looks at me confused and I look confused too but then I remember the sign. The toilets are shared by the mall and the gym next to it.

The jock wants to say something but I push him back into the cabin. He falls onto the closed toilet.

He looks perplexed by the fact that an old man managed to push him back. I close and lock the door behind me.

“What the -”, he isnt able to speak any further as I grabbed his nipples to start the transformation.

While his body deflates I’m admiring his godly physique. Big pecs, beautiful abs and great biceps. I admire his handsome face, wild hair and his nice tanned skin.

As he deflates further he’s losing his clothes. His shoes and socks slip from his feet and his wallet falls out of his pocket. I lift it up to see who I’ll be for the next few days.

Joshua Hunter, 27, resident in San Francisco. Nice.

He deflated completely and I start to strip myself. After that I peel off the old mans skin. I pull it over my head, take my arms out of it and woggle it down my body until I can step out of it.

Joshuas shorts and boxer briefs fell to the ground as I lifted his skin. I stretched his mouth wide and stepped into him. Even though I have an athletic body too, it was impossible for me to fill his skin. I position my legs inside his and pull it up further.y arms enter the bodysuit and I pull it over my shoulders. If anyone would see me right now would think that I was standing here in a way too big, dumb looking muscle suit. As I positioned my dick inside his, mine felt so small in comparison.

Everything arranged I pull his face over mine and the transformation began. The loosely fitting skin starts to fit better as I feel how my muscles grow to his size. It was the first time that I took a body that was buffer than my own and it filled myself with testosterone. My blood was rushing through my body and I got a boner. My cock, still growing in size to Match Joshuas, started to twitch.

I sat down on the toilet as his memories started to flood my brain. I saw his friends, his career as a model, his memories of masturbating himself to sleep and so much more. As I sorted his memories I noticed that the transformation had finished and that my now thick cock was spurting pre-cum. I opened my backpack and put my old skinsuit and clothes on top of the money I stole from the bank. I took Joshuas clothes and put them on. I opened the cabin door and checked myself out in the mirror.

As I wanted to leave the bathroom 2 officers entered the bathroom.

“Hey you!”, one of them shouted.

My heart started beating faster.

My heart started to beat faster.

“Yes, officer. How can I help?”, I answered.

“Have you seen an older man, between 55 and 70 years old, coming through here?”, the other asked.

“You mean the creepy guy with a backpack who ran through the gym? Yeah, he left tje gym.”, I lied.

“Thank you for your help.”, one said as they walked through the gym towards the door.

Now I’ll go home to test my new body. I’ll definitely enjoy the time as Joshua Hunter.

Does the uniform make the man?

Nathan, Elijah, Noah and Liam were best friends. The four do everything together. Noah being the last one turning 21, they celebrated that their lives begin only now to the fullest. Liam was the Oldest one of the four, even growing a slight beard. Elijah was the tallest and Nathan had the best hair. For Noah’s birthday party, Liam managed to get some drugs. The four met in the middle of the night on a remote hill. They drank and had fun together, Elijah and Nathan were totally drunk as Liam took out the drugs.

“Are those… why and how did you get them?”, Noah asked.

“Well we’re all 21 now. I thought that we should celebrate this by doing something new.”, Liam answered.

“Waitaminute…”, Nathan stammered. “Arent those bad?”

“Yes they are, you shouldnt have those.”, said a voice behind the four guys.

All of them turned around to see a police officer standing in front of them.

“Hand them over kid. And your identity card.”, he said.

Elijah, the gay one from the group, checked out the cop. He was tall, about 6"1, had middle long dark hair, stubble beard and a good fitting uniform. He was totally Elijahs type. Elijah, still drunk, stood up to hook up with the cop, but Nathan pulled him down again before he could say anything.

Liam handed over the drugs and his identity card. The officer stowed the drugs in one of his pockets of his cargo pants and noted down the information from Liams identity card.

“You’ll be registered for drug possession Liam. I’ll let the rest of you go with a warning. If I find you again doing something like this, you’ll be registered too.”, the cop said, handing the card back to Liam. “All of you should go home.”

The cop turned around and left.

The four met the next day again. Liam was furious.

“We could’ve overpowered him”, he said.

“That could have brought us in an even worse situation.”, Noah said.

“Well, I’m in a very bad spot right now. I wont be able to get my job if I’m registered.”, Liam walked from one end of the room to the other.

“We could infiltrate the station by night and delete your profile.”, Elijah said.

“Thats way too risky.”, Nathan said.

“But it could work.”, Liam and Noah answered.

The four put together a plan to infiltrate the station. In the evening they observed the station until every cop left the building.

“Everyone left, we can sneak in.”, Liam answered.

They sneaked towards the back of the station and cracked a window open. They climbed through it into the building. They stood inside the monitoring room. Elijah got onto the computer to search the database.

“You’re not in here Liam. Looks like the cop lied to us.”, he said

“Good,  than we can disable the security cameras to navigate freely through the station.”, Liam said. He got onto the computer and disabled them.

“But why? We did what we wanted to do.”, Nathan said. Noah agreed.

“I’m gonna take my drugs back. They were expensive.”, Liam answered. “And we could take some money from the vault if we’re already here.”

“Well, I like the latter.”, Elijah said.

“Lets split up to search the vault and the keys for it.”, Liam said.

They split up and searched for the vault.

Nathan opened a door to be let down. Just the toilets, he thought. He closed the door and moved on towards the next room. He opened the door and turned on the lights. “Jackpot.”, he said, while stroking his dick in his jeans. He found the locker room and in front of him laid a freshly used uniform, complete with underwear, boots, keys and watch. He took the briefs and sniffed them. This will be great, he said to himself.

Liam, Noah and Elijah met at the vault.

“Has anyone of you seen Nathan?”, Noah asked.

“No, but I bet that he’ll be here soon. The station isnt that big and the area he was searching through was even smaller.”, Elijah answered.

“But what if a cop found him?”

“Everyone left, we counted them. Remember?”, Liam said. “Anyone found a key?”

“I found one that looked important, but I dont know if it fits.”, Elijah answered. He walked towards the vault console and tried to use the key with no success.

“You guys need a helping hand?”, said a deep voice behind the three. They turned around shocked to see a cop standing in front of them in full uniform, gun in the holster. The cop raised an eyebrow and gestured slightly with his hands. Elijah checked him out and noticed that it was the same cop from last night. The same long dark hair, now slicked back, the same good looking face with the slight beard and the good fitting uniform, only that the pants were now tucked inside his boots.

“Get him!”, Liam shouted and pushed towards the cop, who couldnt react in time and got pushed to the ground. Noah and Elijah both grabbed one of the cops arms and hold them tight to the ground. The cop struggled to free himself.

“Wait guys, stop this. Its me -”, the cop tried to say but Liam pushed a wet rag against his face. The cop felt how he got slowly weaker: the rag was trenched in chloroform.

“We’re gonna knock you out, strip you out of your uniform and take it home, tie you up to humiliate you when ypur collegues come back tomorrow and we’ll take your keys for the vault.”, Liam said angrily.

The three thought that they managed to knock the cop out as he stopped to fight back. Suddenly the cop managed to kick Liam away from him. The rag fell to the ground and the cop grasped for air.

“It’s me, Nathan!”, the cop shouted. His eyes were filled with fear. Elijah and Noah looked shocked but they didnt let go of his arms.

“Prove it.”, Liam said, getting back up.

“Eh… eh… I looked like this after I put on the complete uniform. Maybe I turn into my old self if I dont wear the complete uniform anymore.”, the cop said.

Liam grabbed the cops right foot and yanked of the combat boot. He looked at the cop and let the boot fall to the ground. Elijah took the boot ans sniffed it.

“He smells so good.”, he mumbled.

“And? Did I change back?”, the cop said.

“Nope.”, Liam answered.

“Then… ask me questions only you guys and I, Nathan, could answer.”

“Where did we meet today?”, Noah asked.

“At your home. Elijah was late as always.”, the cop answered.

“He could’ve watched us after last night. That isnt a good question.”, Liam said.

“If you are Nathan, why did you pull me back down last night?”, Elijah asked.

“Well, you were drunk as fuck and wanted to hook up with this body right? Your type didnt change since you were 13 and he totally fits that category.”, the cop answered.

“Yeah, you’re Nathan.”

“One last question to really prove it.”, Liam said. “When did we first meet?”

“In Kindergarten. We hated each other at first as you took my toys.”, Nathan said.

Elijah and Noah let go of his arms. All three stood up.

Nathan in his new body towered over them.

“How did you get like this?”, they asked.

“You know I have a thing for uniforms and I found the locker room. There was a used uniform so I put it on. Just for fun, I wanted to see if it suits me but then it changed me to this. The funny part is that I can remember everything this body I’m in,  Josh, went through.”, Nathan answered.

“Are there more?”, Elijah asked.

“Yeah! I saw three other uniforms.”

Elijah and Liam finished putting their uniform on and transformed too. Noah struggled a bit binding the laces from his boots.

“Isnt this great?”, Nathan said. “I could imagine spending the rest of my life as Josh.”

“Yeah, I could get used to this.”, Elijah said.

All four of them spend the whole morning exploring their new bodies.

At 6am they heard someone entering the building. The door of the locker room opened and a collegue entered the room. He looked surprised.

“Josh, Damian, Nathaniel and Sam. I didnt think that the squad would be here so early.”, he said and chuckled.

“Well, sometimes you have to change some things in your life.”, Nathan said as Josh.

“So true.”

The four left the locker room.

“What do you think: cop squad forever?”, Nathan asked.

“Hell yeah.”, the others answered.

The four posed in front of their new car for a photo to remember the start of their new life.