male body swap

At what used to be a druid camp, a group of young men started to tell scary stories to scare each other…

The Perfect Son

Nielsen was what you could call the perfect human being, rich, smart, hot, young, funny, kind and charismatic. He had everything anybody could dream for, friends, a girlfriend and a successful football career ahead of him. However, a lot of opportunities mean a lot of choices, and Nielsen had to choose between his girlfriend and his football scholarship. Moreover, his father was also very sick and could rarely live the house without his assistance.

Consequently, everyone expected the young man to have a breakdown when his father died, but he did not. Instead, it seemed to have cleared his mind, so he left his girlfriend shortly after and choose his football career over her. Some of his childhood friends which were in the same College than him were also surprised by his change of behavior, Nielsen was not as a nice as he used to be, he was more cockish and acted like a teen on hormones. Also, he would waste his money on alcohol, cars and travels.

“Yo Nielsen, what has happened to Mr. Perfect ?” Asked one of his friends during one of their expensive travels.

“Fuck Mr. Perfect, I prefer being Mr. Pecker.” Joked Nielsen as he whistled some chicks.

Little did everyone knew, but before dying, Nielsen’s father put his soul inside his son’s body to steal the life he was always envious of. Now the son can do nothing but to watch his father ruining his good guy reputation and fuck anything that moves.

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Only Son

Hansen was very proud of his father, he was a Las Vegas magician and had a crowd of people to admire him every night. Even though, one day the fairy dust faded away and people grew tired of his father’s old tricks. Hansen supported his father through the whole ordeal and they progressively adjusted to a simpler life.

Still, Hansen was still wishing to become a famous magician like his father, but his father refused. Hansen was not arrogant, but he knew that he was handsome, and he would certainly help him, but his father did not wanted to listen. Plus, soon the father was crawling under debts, so Hansen did not want to bother him more.

To his shock, his father accepted to show him one, and only one magic trick one day. The trick was called “Corpus Imperium”, which sounded weird to him, but he just wanted to learn a trick. As he was about to start the trick, the father sighed with sadness and collasped on the ground. Thus, Hansen panicked and rushed to his father, but he was startled by a light leaving his body and even more when it launched inside him. After a lot of grunting and fighting, Hansen woke up, looked at his reflection and punched it.

Some weeks later, Hansen became a viral sensation online as a modern magician and would regularly posts his magic trick online.

“Alright everyone, here is a gift for you all.” Spoke Hansen with a charisma that he never had before.

As he finished recording the magic trick of him endind up naked, Hansen walked to the bathroom and admired himself as he explored his toned body.

“You know son, at first I was feeling guilty, but now I realize that it was the best choice for the both of us. And you were right, the world is going crazy over how handsome y- I mean over how handsome I AM! Oooh! And this dick, it certainly helps even more.” Hansen as he put his left hand around his erection. “In show business, you gotta be down to fuck everyone over 18 to be successful, and boy, you would have never had the guts to do that. Fortunately, you father does…” Hansen’s father chuckled as he called his manager to have a threesome with his wife.

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Son of a Gun

Jim was digging through a lot of files of the “Larsen Case” he had already seen, but he was sure he had missed something. To clarify, Larsen is the name of his partner who happened to have mysteriously disappeared. But Jim knew what had really happened, his own son had killed him and got rid of the body. You see, Larsen was a cop, but his son was in some shady stuff, and was rumored to have become a member of a gang. Perhaps he had to kill his own father to prove himself as a solid gang member ?

Even though, Jim thought that something was wrong with his theory, but he did not knew why. Hence, he decided to look through the boy’s social media. 

“Damn, he’s hot.” Mumbled Jim as he watched various videos and pictures.of the boy.

Soon, Jim noticed that the son started changing, at first he was a regular dumb teen, vaping and posting guns, but then he started volunterring and working at the Church, he even declared his desire to follow his father’s footsteps. However, Jim spotted something else, the boy’s way of talking and acting shifted too, it was almost the same as…

“Fuck!” Cursed Jim as he drove to the boy’s house.

“You son of a bitch!” Shouted Jim when the boy opened his door.

“Is there you something wrong, mister ?” Asked the son.

“Cut the acting, Romeo, I know that it’s you Larsen under you son’s skin.”

The boy sighed and then explained everything. How he found a way to possess his bad boy of a son and put him on the right path.

“But what about us ?” Asked Jim as he grabbed the boy’s hand.

“Well… Do you want to see how good Church guys are at kneeling ?” Taunted Larsen as he wrapped his mouth around Jim’s junk.

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Son of Thunder

Petersen was the pride of his Faculty as the first out and proud gay student in an area known for its homophobia. Consequently, he was to give a speech in front of the whole town about acceptance and equality this afternoon. However, as he was reciting his speech, his homophobic father was berating him.

“No son of mine is going to be a faggot.” Insulted the beer gut man.

“Well dad, I’m not here to please you.” Replied the son.

The father just grunted as he put some strange powder inside his beer and drank it. Suddenly, the father turned into red goo, which startled his son.

“Dad! Are you okay ? What th- AAHHHHH!”

Petersen screamed as the goo jumped on his hairy leg and crawled inside his briefs.

“UUUNNNGGGG! NOOOO! GET OUT ME DAD! YOU CAAANNNTTTTT!!!”

Soon, Petersen fell on the ground and convulsed, before waking up.

“Hell yeah! Lemme throw this queer shit away!” Shouted Petersen with a deeper voice as got rid of his pink shirt.

Meanwhile, Petersen’s boyfriend was waiting for him outside, when he finally got out, he was surprised to see him wearing only kaki shorts and black tank top.

“Peter, the hell are you wearing ?” Asked his boyfriend.

“What ? Scared that your small dick will jizz too much, fag ?” Threatened Peter, which strangely aroused his boyfriend.

As they got in the car, the father was trying to not look at his son’s boyfriend, but he could not resist. Then, when his boyfriend started to leave the car, he felt a hand.

“Damn, nice ass for a fairy.” Groaned Petersen as he forced his boyfriend to go back in the car.

“Peter, we are going to be late for your speech.” Worried his boyfriend.

“Fuck the speech, I want to fuck your ass first.”

Later, when Petersen arrived, he still made a speech about acceptance and equality, except that it was more… obscene than what people have expected.

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The Prodigal Son

Jensen looked at his childhood house with anxiety as he opened the door, only to greeted by the judgemental gaze of his father.

“Well son, how Hollywood went ?” Asked his father rhetorically.

“Hey dad, I’m jus-UUMF?! Get off of me you motherfucker!” Shouted Jensen as he father chockeheld him.

“See that son ? This is more useful that your fucking actiing lessons that cost me the TV! I’m done with your shit, now I’m going to take over your life for a while!”

“What do you m-NNNGGG! WHAT’S HAPPENING ?!?”

Jensen could do nothing as his father pushed deeper inside his body until he had fully invaded him. Then, the young man rolled on his back and started laughing.

“I hope that Marlon Brando had his fun, ‘cause it’s my turn to enjoy being young!”

Some weeks later, Jensen’s girlfriend was watching with annoyance as her boyfriend kept hitting his punching bag.

“Wait a minute, I’m almost done”. Lied Jensen.

Jensen grunted when he felt a pain in his wrist, but he just cursed his son’s body for being such a pussy and kept hitting the punching bag.

“By the way, when your brother is going back home ? We have a fight to finish!”

Jensen asked, getting a hard on with the idea of wrestling another man.

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Son of the Manse

Madsen was worried for his son, as a minister, he saw his homosexuality as his sin. Thus, he searched everywhere for a way to cure his son, until he found a strange book for exorcism and possession. Certain that his son was possessed by an evil spirit, he drugged him and tied him to his bed.

“What the fuck dad ?” Asked his son.

“Please son, it won’t be long.” Reassured his father as he started the ritual.

Consequently, the minister lit candles on a pentagram and started to chant a spell which was supposed to exorcise his son. All of a sudden, the pentagram was set on fire and black smoke went out of it.

“Dad! Stop!” Urged his son.

Scared, the minister tried to put out the fire, but it was too late as the black smoke went inside his son’s screaming mouth. His son trashed around, switching between insults and speaking in tongues, then he opened his eyes, black as coal.

“Hello father.” Greeted the son with a voice that was not his own.

“You are not my son.” 

“I am now.” Insisted the demon as he freed himself from his binds and smiled devilishly.

“Hmm, this is a nice body, and it tastes good.” The possessed young man said as he licked his lips. “I can’t wait to tastes yours too, daddy.”

“Get the hell away from me, fiend!” Screamed the minister as he pushed his corrupted son away from him.

“It was fun, but now I want to speak to my real father.”

“What do you-UNNNGGG!” 

The former minister shook before opening his eyes, black too.

“I told you that I would find you a body, son.” The father demon said as he held his son.

“Let’s taste each other, father.” The son hissed as he licked his father’s lips while his left hand was groping his muscular chest.

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Bonus Son

“Pranked dude!” Shouted Olsen while his friend poured a bucket of freezing water on his father.

Usually, a father would punish the two young men, but it was a tradition between them, they had a prank war ongoing since the boys’ teenage years. But this time, the father had a prank that would top anything the boys would ever come up with. Indeed, he had a found a device that allow his soul to leave his body and possess various bodies, so he decided to use it to make the two young men do embarassing things that would make them ashamed for a long time.

“Are you ready bro ?” Asked Olsen, possessed by his father to his equally possessed best friend.

“Anyday bro.”

The father giggled inside the young men’s bodies as they started grinding the ground like two fuck boys.

“Man, I was never able to do that in my old man’s body.” Flaunted Olsen as he looked his athletic frame.

“Dude, I bet that any chick in town would want to fuck us!” Affirmed his friend.

“And any guy too.”

“The fuck man ? I-”

The young man was interrupted by his best friend who started to make out with him. The dad soon made both of his bodies having sex with each other, being inside two virile young men drowning in sexual hormones and testosterones.

“Fuck, that was hot dude.” Said Olsen, his pecs and abs covered in cum.

“Yeah… But, wasn’t there a rule about the possession device ?” Asked his best friend.

“Maybe, something about getting stuck because of carnal pleasure, but I’m too dumb and horny to know what it means.” Joked the stud.

“Yeah, me too bro.”

“Wanna lick my biceps bro ? They’re beefy as fuck!” The possessed son flexed.

“Sure bro!”

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It seems that for as long as I fight this, the more the curse takes a hold of my body. So, for as long as I refuse to be an insufferable douche of a man, the more I am made to act like one. It really does appear that there is no way out of this. It isn’t like I can just fake it or something as this is affecting my mind. As for a status update, it’s been a couple of years since I became a boy and well, I’m officially a man now. I even had to register for the draft. And I’m sure the military would love to have a soldier like me with how hard I’m working my body.

I practically live at the gym now. Just doing all sorts of reps to get my body even bigger. I lost touch with all my friends from my previous life. It’s funny because when it comes to the phrase “my previous life”, both literal and figurative meanings make sense. Gotta laugh to stay sane, right? I mean, fuck! I don’t even own a shirt with sleeves anymore! I grew out of my old ones and I never bought anything but tank tops to replace them!

Oh fuck! I really do look huge in that picture, don’t I? And that really is the point, isn’t it? It’s to just show off to everyone how manly I am and to myself whenever I do my many posts to social media about my “gains” and my “jacked bod”. Oh hey, look! Here’s one of me not even bothering with a shirt at all! Real surprise there!

There’s not much left to the imagination in any picture I do these days. At least I have no shortage of girls to play with. I go through them fairly quickly now but they seem happy just to have dated me. I think I’ve been dating girls longer as a guy now than I ever did as a girl and I’m not sure how to take that. There are even guys jealous of not only that but of my bigger muscles! I mean, look at this guy!

You know, I actually bought that hoodie. What I mean is that I chose it of my own free will. It’s a nice top. I’m sure I was only allowed to because it still showed off how huge my body is but at least I got to do something, you know? After being trapped in a man’s body and being made to do and say things I routinely get horrified by, it was nice to do something for myself. I think I’ll grow a beard. Make do with what I got, right? I’m sure it’ll look great! 

I wrote this like, months ago when it was seasonally appropriate. I never posted it as a result of that. Maybe it’ll warm some of you guys up? lol

Heather and Nicole were waiting by a lamppost outside their college for their boyfriends to come pick them up to go do a double date at the local mall. They were gabbing on and on their classes, part-time jobs, etc. and having a hard time with the recent heat wave. They were wearing tube tops, booty shorts, and gladiator sandals to cope.

“Ugh! I just know Brad is gonna try to get into my pants! Even worse is that he will think that I’m sending some kind of mixed signal because of what I’m wearing! What’s wrong with trying to be cute and comfortable in the middle of summer?” Heather complained.

“I hear you. Shawn is the exact same way. What is it with boys thinking that a girl is always dressing in revealing outfits to get some kind of attention? It’s hard being cute while not sweating like a pig in August! I wish our boyfriends would listen to us more often.” Nicole responded.

“Same here. There just has to be a way to get them to hear what we say.”

Done with their conversation, they went to their phones to check their social media. Little did they realize that a mysterious entity overheard their conversation and decided to have a little fun in granting their wish.

Made to be unaware of the changes being done to them, Heather and Nicole grew gradually taller and started to pack more muscles. Their breasts flattened and hardened into pecs. Their arms and legs bulked up some. Their flat stomachs became washboard abs. Their tube tops disappeared once it became appropriate for them to be topless in public. Their shorts lengthened into jeans while their hair grew shorter and styled. Their sandals became skater shoes to reflect their more active bodies.

Their faces gained square jaws and more defined cheekbones. Heather now sported a pair of designer sunglasses and some stubble. Nicole’s necklace became more appropriate for her new male body.

“Okay, where the fuck are Brad and Shawn? We were supposed to meet to get them new slutty outfits at the mall ages ago!” Heath shouted.

“I dunno, but we’re gonna have to fuck them silly later so they get the point!” Nick added.

“Yeah, they act like they don’t like us bossing them around, but once we get our huge dicks out, they become awfully eager to do what we say!”

(Original story posted February 28th 2022) This story has been significantly Updated!

Max had been living with only his step dad Frank for over a year now. It’d been a strange situation for the both of them at first but they adjusted quickly. They’d always been close after all. They just hadn’t imagined a time would come where it would only be the two of them.

Before this Max had been living with both his Mother and Frank. They’d been together for some years and had even gotten married during that time. Frank had quickly become a father figure to Max in many ways and the two got on better than Max’s mother could have hoped. However things took a dramatic turn when she died unexpectedly in an accident that shook the family.

It was a difficult time but since then Frank had taken responsibility for Max as his sole guardian. Of course Max was already 20 by the time of the accident and his mothers passing but he’d yet to get a job and earn enough money to sustain himself. So Frank decided to continue being that father figure he’d been for Max all this time and stay close by his side.

They’d done their best to move in since then as Max’s had recently celebrated his 21st birthday. In the last year he’d found a job and had a decent income. He even helped Frank pay the bills now which eased the pressure a little. That said Max knew that by now he should definitely have been thinking about getting his own place. He had enough money saved too that if he asked a friend to be roommates with him, he could probably find an apartment now! It was tempting for sure. Yet he continued to put it off. Mainly because he wanted to savour this time living alone with Frank as much as possible.

Ever since his mom first brought Frank home back all those years prior, Max secretly had a crush on the older man. He didn’t realise it back then but now it was clear as crystal. The way Frank dressed with his baseball caps and scruffy clothes along with that thick beard really gave him that ‘rough around edges man’s man’ look. Something about that look always appealed to Max. So much so that even to this day he’d find himself eyeing up Frank's body at any given chance. Whether it be his crotch, his legs, his arms or his nice round step daddy ass. Even just looking into Frank's eyes for a bit too long had Max fantasying about sucking the man’s cock. It also didn’t help that Frank had a tendency to wear rather tight fitting clothes.

As wrong as it was Max couldn’t help himself. His step dad was hot as fuck! He thought so anyway. And so he’d been putting off the idea of moving out for awhile now. He knew he’d have to eventually eventually for now he just wanted to squeeze out every last drop of time he could get with his step dad. Little did he know that he was about to be a hell of a lot closer to Frank’s body than he ever could’ve imagined.

Max had gotten up one morning and made his way into the kitchen to find his step dad making breakfast for the two of them. He always cooked them up something good on the weekends. Frank got Max to sit down as he dished up a nice plate of sausage, eggs and bacon for the both of them. It looked incredible as always.

As the pair of them ate, Max yet again found his eyes wandering over his step dad’s body as the older man sat eating across from him. It was hard not to look when Frank was wearing nothing but a cap and some tight grey sweat shorts that left little to the imagination. Max was soon snapped out of his gaze however as Frank asked him a strange question.

“Ey Max, I’m curious about something…” Frank started as he pierced a sausage on the plate with his fork. “This is gonna sound like a funny question but if you could choose to switch lives with me and have my body for however long, would you wanna do it?” He asked before taking a bite out of the sausage.

Max was quite taken back by the sudden and strange question. It certainly wasn’t what he was expecting. “Oh uhhm…” His mind couldn’t help but ponder the idea. Living Frank's life. Being inside Frank’s body. It wasn’t something he’d ever really thought about before but now his mind was going a mile a minute thinking of everything he’d do with his step dad’s body given the chance. Just the thought of it was making his dick jump.

“Well I… suppose so. It’d probably be weird but interesting as well I think. I’d probably get to learn a lot more about you I guess.” He replied, trying to hide his arousal.

Frank was quick to notice the sudden lack of eye contact and reddening of Max’s cheeks. He could tell Max was more into the idea than he was letting on but Frank made sure to keep things casual for now.

“Well that’s good to know, boy. That you think I’m ‘interesting’. I’d be interested in what life would look like through your eyes as well.” Frank chuckled slightly. “You’d get to be a strong manly beast like me and I’d get to enjoy being young and 21 again.” He continued, making Max feel even more confused and horny by the situation.

It wasn't long after that the two finished their breakfast. Frank got up and took both of their plates to the sink, saying he’d wash them later. Max thanked him and was about to leave when Frank offered him a quick coffee. Of course Max kindly accepted. Why wouldn’t he? Little did he know that his step dad had added an extra special ingredient to it.

Frank handed Max a mug of coffee while holding another for himself in his other hand. The two sat back at the table and began drinking the coffee when suddenly Max started to feel weird. His vision began to blur and his entire body started to buzz. He put the cup down in a panic, immediately telling Frank that something was wrong. but Frank smiled.

“Don’t worry boy, you’ll be alright. Just let it happen so I can be young and dumb again…” Frank told his step son as he too started to feel the effects of the remedy he’d added to their drinks. He reached across the table and grabbed Max’s trembling hands through all the panic. “I can’t wait to become you, son.”

Before Max had time to process or respond to what his step dad had just said, both of them faded from consciousness.

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Frank was the first to wake up. His head felt groggy but as soon as his vision cleared, a huge smile came across his face. There lying unconscious in the chair before him was his own former body. It’d worked. The swap had actually worked! Frank looked down at himself to see the clothes Max had been wearing when they blacked out. And his body underneath. It was slimmer and smoother than ever! He could hardly believe it… He was actually inside his step sons body!

Franks hands roamed across his new younger body with joy. Sure he might not have been as big and manly as before but that was fine. This body still had so much time to grow. A few years in the gym and he’d be a stud again in no time. And youthful one at that. He was already beaming with excitement at all the possibilities his newfound youth would bring. Most of all how much sex he was hopefully going to have with other young men and women now that he had the stamina of a 21 year old again. Speaking of…

He reached down and tugged open the waist of Max’s shorts to get a better look at his new equipment. He had to admit his step son had a nice looking cock. It was a little smaller than Frank would’ve liked, especially compared to his old dick. Perhaps the shop he bought the body switching remedy from would also have something to help enlarge bis step son’s dick as well. Though he supposed he should start thinking if it as his dick now.

Snapping the waistband back into place, Frank looked over at his former body once again. Max’s sleeping soul now residing in that bigger burlier body. It was unreal to see that same manly bearded face he’d adorned for so many years from the outside. He had to admit he was definitely a hot daddy. Part of him couldn’t help thinking what it would feel like to fuck himself. Or get fucked by himself. But he didn’t think something like that would be happening anytime soon if at all after what he just pulled. Something to keep in mind though.

For now Frank needed some time on his own. He’d already made some living arrangements ahead of time so he could get away for awhile and enjoy his new body alone without Max being hysterical. And so he jumped up from the table and gathered all the stuff he needed to take with him as quick as possible in hopes of leaving before Max awoke. Stuffing his bags full of clothes and other items mostly belonging to Max before getting ready to leave. Taking one last look at his unconscious former body before stepping out the front door, ready to start his fresh new life.

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Hours had passed by the time Max came around. He opened his eyes to find himself still sitting at the kitchen table. Only something was wrong. Something was very very wrong.

He found himself sitting exactly where Frank had been before they blacked out. He had no idea why but as he sat up properly there was unfamiliarity to how his body moved and responded. His eyes were instinctively drawn down towards his body and Max could’ve sworn his heart stopped for a moment at what he saw.

He let out a sudden scream of shock that came out much deeper and masculine than he’d expected it to. Instead of the young smooth body he expected to see, Max was greeted by a much thicker and hairier torso that certainly wasn’t his own. But it wasn’t unfamiliar. He ran his hands down his chest and stomach in awe. There was no mistaking it. As he flexed one of his biceps slightly, there was no way to deny it. Seeing it from this angle was disorienting but there was no mistaking it. These bulky arms and hairy pecs… they were Frank’s!?! But how!?

As much as he couldn’t believe it, there was no denying it. Every second that passed seemed to confirm it even more. Max stood up from the table with a wobble Ashe adjusted to his heavier frame. Immediately he noticed his thicker legs and bigger feet as well. All of it so familiar with how many times he’d scanned his step dad’s body. Only now it was his!? His damn body!? He was even wearing the exact same tight grey sweat shorts Frank had been wearing before they passed out!

“Noooo no no no… what the fuck. What the fuck… I-I’m dreaming! I’ve gotta be dreaming… fuck.” Max half shouted as he continued to feel up his new body. Not knowing whether to feel terrified, confused, angry or… turned on.

Before long he was stumbling down the hallway as he struggled to adjust. Every step felt heavy. And with every one he took he could sense every minor change in his new body. The air brushing against his fuzzy chest. The way his muscles flexed with each movement. It felt oddly exhilarating. There was even an unfamiliar itching around his face.

“Holy shit!” Max blurted out in a deep drawl, unmistakably belonging to his step dad, as he brought a hand up towards his face. “I’ve got myself a fuckin beard!?” Having gone his whole life with little more than scruff on his face, the feeling of a thick and full beard was alarming to say the least. He stood still for a moment, mouth agape as his meaty fingers explored his new facial fur. It felt weirdly erotic. Though as he explored his fingers wandered up even further until they met the baseball cap sitting on his head. He didn’t remove it completely but he moved it just enough to confirm that… “Ohhhh my god… I’m fuckin bald.”

Just like Frank.

Max finally tumbled his way into the living room until he found the mirror on the wall. He practically knew what’d happened by this point but actually seeing it caused every thought in his brain to stop dead just for a moment. As staring back at him in the reflection was none other than his bald, bearded and buff step dad Frank!

“W-what…the fuck!?…” was all Max could say, the words coming out crumpled with shock. He was actually in the body of his step dad!? It was undeniable. But how!? And why!? And where was his real body?! Where was Frank!?!?! So many questions burned through all at once. Yet they all seemed to fade the moment his eyes shifted down towards his crotch. His gaze settled upon the thick bulge in his step dad’s shorts.

It was like he’d entered some kind of lust induced trance as he allowed his hands to run over his bulge. He just could help himself, wasting no time before squeezing Frank's meaty cock through the tight fabric. It was fat. Sooooo fucking fat. Just like a thick daddy dick should be. He could feel it starting to pump with blood at all the excitement, causing it to pulse and grow. Max stared into the mirror as the outline of his step dad's cock grew bigger by the second, pressing aggressively against his shorts in a way that made him feel strangely powerful. His old dick had never been this big. Before long his new dad dick was at full mast and eager for attention. Just tracing the outline of it felt extraordinary.

While his left hand continued to absentmindedly rub his crotch, Max brought his right hand up to his face once more. Not just inspecting his new beard but his face as a whole. Touching and examining Frank’s features, now belonging to him. He felt incredible and… so manly. He even slipped the baseball cap off to finally get a proper look and feel of his bald head. That was definitely one of the most bizarre feelings but Max welcomed it all the same. Embracing the masculinity of it all as he played with his dick.

He still couldn’t get over the beard though. He’d always admired Frank for it. Max had always wished he could grow one like it and now it was all his. That said, maybe if he’d been shot out of Frank’s heavy balls two decades ago rather than real dads, his old body might’ve been able to grow an actual beard by now too.

Max then lifted up his right arm into a simple bicep flex. Before him was an image of his step dad that Max had only seen in his imagination. Rubbing his massive hard-on while flexing one of his juicy biceps and showing off one of his hairy pits. His cock grew more and more sensitive with every erotic moment. Even more so as he brought his left hand away from his crotch and pulsing dick simply so he could do a double bicep pose. It was one of the hottest images he’d ever seen and it only got better as he started to kiss his biceps.

However, once he dug his nose into Frank's pits, that musky smell pushed him over the edge. The scent he’d only gotten the chance to smell by stealing his step dad’s used shirts from the laundry basket. Now it belonged to him! And it drove him made with lust. His cock tensed for a moment before…

“OOOOOoouuuuhhhhhhh….OOooohhh…OOOOOooohhhhhhaaa” Max groaned long and deep as his cock unleashed rope after rope of heavy cum. He continued to flex his biceps as his daddy seed quickly stained the crotch of his shorts, creating a huge sticky wet patch.

With one final deep sigh, Max felt the last of his step dads nut drool from his fat cock. It took awhile for him to come down and for his mind to clear again but once it did a huge smile spread across his bearded lips. As shocking as it’d been at first, this really was the greatest miracle Max could’ve ever asked for.

After taking some time to bask in the afterglow of all that, Max found himself collapsing on the couch with a satisfied grin on his face. He felt the strange urge to go on a monologue about how happy he was to have received his step dad’s life and body but something caught his eye before he could.

A letter sat on the coffee table with his name on it. And it was in Frank’s handwriting no less. Naturally Max grabbed the letter and wasted no time ripping it open.

~~~

Max

I’ll start by saying sorry. By now you have probably already noticed that I’ve switched our bodies. I know you must be shocked but I hope you can forgive me for stealing your body. I just couldn’t stop myself.

I did it using a special remedy. The moment I saw it in the little magic shop I found, I couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to relive my 20’s in your body. I know it was wrong but wouldn’t you do the same in my position?

Well actually… that said maybe not. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me. I could always feel your eyes watching my body. Eying me up like a damn meal. If I’m to hazard a guess I’d say you’re probably enjoying being me for the most part. I hope so at least because that remedy only works on a person once. Which means this is basically permanent. I hope you’re okay with that. You’ll get to keep my muscled hairy body. My manly charm. The house we lived in. Not to mention you get to keep my kick ass beard! Bet you’re already lovin that huh?

Anyway I’ve left you with plenty of stuff and you’ll have my old job as a mechanic to keep you going. The keeper at the magic shop told me that we should start to gain a few of each other’s memories as they become necessary so you should be able to handle my job fine. You’ll be a pro at fixing stuff before you know it.

I plan to spend some time away for a while to get into this new life. Figure out the new me and what not. I’ve taken a few of your things with me but I suppose they’re my things now. And my old stuff is yours!

That said I think this’ll be good for both of us. See you soon.

- Frank

~~~

Max set the letter down to process it a little. He felt as if he should be angry. Being forced to trade his early 20’s in exchange for being in his mid 30’s. Almost anyone would hate that! Yet he simply wasn’t mad. How could he be angry? Having the hunky manly body of his step-dad with the front his shorts drenched in his step-dad’s cum. No… it was his cum now. His burly body. His bearded face. His musky stench. His thick cock. How could he be angry with all that? He was living his biggest wet dream come true!!

Max set the letter down before heading back into the bathroom. He peeled off the sticky shorts, tossing them on the floor before wrapping a hand around his cum coated cock. He gave it a couple gentle strokes before bringing his hand up to his mouth and licking up the cum covering it. A little got in his beard but he didn’t care. It was a good look.

Max stepped towards the shower and twisted the knob. He heard it whir to life and began running with hot water. But before Max stepped under it, he went over to the mirror one last time before turning his backside to it.

“Damn, now that’s a beautiful muscle ass.” He commented while jiggling it a little before spreading his cheeks. “Gonna have to get a dick up this tight hole soon.” He chuckled as he teased his virgin dad hole with his finger slightly. Pressing it against the tight entrance slightly as he imagined what it’d be like to take a fat cock up this new muscle butt of his. “Anyway, time to get this body cleaned up.”

With that Max stepped under the shower, letting the warm water rush over his new body. Before long he started to lather up every inch of his manly new form soap, relishing in every part of it. Frank could do whatever he wanted with his old body, he didn’t care anymore. As far as Max was concerned, this was his body now. He was the new Frank. Forever.

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You might be wondering why I decided to take Max’s body from him. Trust me, I’ve asked myself the same question a hundred times since it happened. Was it selfish? Absolutely. Do I regret it? Well… not as much as you’d think.

When Max’s mom and I first got together, being a father figure wasn’t exactly in my plans. Sure, I cared for Max, but I was stepping into some big shoes. A stepdad is supposed to guide, support, and be there when things get tough, right? Well, how the hell do you guide someone through something like losing their mom? I wasn’t prepared for that. And Max—he may have been old enough to fend for himself at 20, but he wasn’t ready to face the world alone. I did my best, but the truth was, I didn’t know if I could keep holding everything together.

As the months went on, my mind started wandering to the past. What would it be like to be in my twenties again? To have that energy, that freedom? To feel like the world was yours for the taking? At first, it was just a fantasy I’d entertain when life got too heavy. A little daydream to escape reality. But then… something changed.

I came across this weird little magic shop while I was running errands. The kind of place you’d almost walk past without noticing, tucked between a laundromat and a pawn shop. I don’t even know what drew me in, but once I stepped inside, I found something I couldn’t ignore: a remedy that could swap bodies. The old man behind the counter explained it to me in hushed tones, like he was letting me in on some ancient secret. There was one catch, though—it had to be a mutual swap. Both parties had to, at least on some level, want to know what it’d be like to live in the other’s shoes. After that, all bets were off.

Now, let’s be real—what 20-something would actually agree to give up their youth, even for a little while? Sure, I was attractive and muscular. I’ve kept myself in good shape over the years, but still, I was in my mid-thirties. Most young guys wouldn’t see that as a fair trade. That’s when I started thinking about Max.

I’d caught the way he looked at me, those lingering glances when he thought I wasn’t paying attention. The way his cheeks would flush when I caught him staring, the awkward way he’d quickly change the subject. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he had a thing for me. I mean, hell, I’m flattered. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized I could use that. Max wouldn’t just agree to the idea; he’d probably jump at the chance.

So, I decided to test the waters. One morning, over breakfast, I threw the idea out there casually, like it was just some funny hypothetical.

“This is gonna sound like a funny question,” I said, piercing a sausage with my fork, “but if you could choose to switch lives with me and have my body for however long, would you wanna do it?”

I kept my tone light, but I was watching him closely. The way he fidgeted in his seat, the way his cheeks turned pink as he tried to hide his reaction—it was all the confirmation I needed. His sheepish response, something about how it’d be “weird but interesting,” sealed the deal. I could see it in his eyes. He wasn’t just curious; he wanted it. Maybe not consciously, but deep down, he wanted to know what it’d be like to be me.

That was all I needed to make it happen.

When the time came, I added the remedy to our coffee, making sure Max drank every last drop. Watching his body slump as the effects kicked in was surreal, but when I opened my eyes and saw myself sitting across from me, I knew it had worked. My plan had actually worked.

I wasted no time. I’d already packed a bag with everything I’d need to start fresh—clothes, cash, important documents, a few personal items. I didn’t even wait for Max to wake up. I just grabbed my stuff and walked out the door, not looking back.

---

That was five years ago. Five years since I walked out the door, leaving my old life—and my old body—behind.

Now, this sexy body I’m in, Max’s body—no, my body—is 26. And let me tell you, I’ve made the absolute most of it. It wasn’t always easy; the first few months were an adjustment. I had to figure out how to carry myself as a younger man, and I won’t lie, it took some time to get used to seeing my reflection. But as the years went on, I really leaned into it. I started growing out my hair, experimenting with different looks. These days, I like to dress a little more feminine now and then—just enough to turn a few heads. And honestly? I love spending as much time shirtless as possible. This body deserves to be shown off, and I’ve been having an all-around good time doing just that.

Of course, that means my old body—the one I left Max in—would now be about 41. I never bothered to reach out to him after the swap, and, frankly, I hadn’t heard anything from him either. Part of me assumed he was mad, which would make sense. I mean, I did steal his youth, his twenties—arguably some of the best years of his life. Maybe he couldn’t confront me because of that. Not that I spent much time thinking about him these days. My life was too good, and honestly, I didn’t have any regrets. I had the life I wanted.

At least, that was the case until today.

I was at the gym, doing my usual workout. It’s a gym known for its gay clientele—big, muscular guys who weren’t shy about flaunting what they had. My kind of place. I’d just finished a grueling set at the squat rack, sweat dripping down my chest as I racked the barbell. I grabbed a towel and started wiping myself down when this super muscular, hot guy walked up to me.

“Hey, man,” he said, his voice deep and smooth, “mind if I work in with you?” He had this knowing smirk on his face.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. I was too busy eyeing him up. Thick, powerful arms, a wide chest, and legs that could probably crush a watermelon. He was older, but he had this ageless energy about him. Then, it clicked.

It was Max. In my old body.

My jaw practically hit the floor as I stared at him. “Max?” I said, disbelief dripping from my voice. “Is that you? You look… amazing.”

And he did. My old body hadn’t aged a day. In fact, it looked better than ever. He’d clearly been putting in work at the gym. My old body was practically glowing.

Max—or rather, my old body—grinned and crossed his arms over that broad chest. “It’s Frank,” he corrected, his tone smooth and confident. Then he flexed one of those massive biceps, his smirk growing. “But you’re damn right I look amazing.”

I stared at him, still a little stunned by how… okay he looked. Actually, not just okay—thriving. “I thought you’d be mad,” I said after a moment. “I mean, I kind of stole your youth. I figured you’d hate me for it.”

He let out a deep laugh, throwing his head back. Then, with that same cocky smirk, he raised one of those thick, muscular arms and took an exaggerated whiff of his armpit. “I was mad,” he admitted, “for maybe the first hour. But this…” He sniffed again, clearly enjoying his own musk. “…this helped me get over it.”

Before I could say anything, he casually ran a hand down to his crotch, grabbing his impressive bulge. “And this doesn’t hurt either,” he added with a wink, his tone dripping with smugness.

I couldn’t help but laugh, a mix of relief and disbelief washing over me. “So, uh,” I began, trying to steer the conversation before I got too distracted, “I wasn’t exactly expecting to see you in San Diego. Is this where you’ve been all these years?”

Frank shrugged, his body language as relaxed and confident as ever. “Just moved to town, actually. Needed a change of scenery. Figured this would be a good place to start.” He looked me up and down, clearly taking in how much I’d changed. “And now I know why this gym has such a reputation,” he teased.

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help grinning. “Yeah, well, I’ve been here a while. It’s a good spot.”

“Seems like it,” he said, his tone a little too casual, like he knew exactly how good he looked. “Anyway,” he continued, “we should grab a drink later, catch up. It’s been too long.”

I nodded, still trying to wrap my head around the moment. “Yeah, sure,” I replied, trying to sound just as nonchalant.

As he walked away to start his set, I couldn’t help but watch him. There was something about his casual cockiness, the way he carried himself with this slight earned arrogance, that was undeniably attractive. He wasn’t just comfortable in my old body—he loved it. And honestly? That made him even more appealing.

---

Later that night, we met up at a dive bar just a block away from his apartment. It wasn’t much—a little run-down, sticky floors, the smell of stale beer—but it had character, and it was quiet enough for a real conversation. When I walked in, I spotted him immediately. He was leaning casually against the bar, a beer already in hand, wearing my old Texas Tech T-shirt like it was made for him. It looked snug on his broad frame, the sleeves straining against his biceps, and for a second, I felt a pang of something I couldn’t quite name. Nostalgia? Jealousy? Lust? Maybe all three.

“Nice shirt,” I said, sliding into the stool next to him.

He smirked, giving me a once-over. “Figured it’d be a nice touch. Thought it might bring back memories.”

I laughed, feeling oddly sheepish. “Yeah, well, it looks better on you.”

As soon as the words left my mouth, I cringed internally. Was I… flirting? With my own body? I mean, technically, yeah, but how could I be this flustered? This was me, or at least it used to be. Yet here I was, stumbling over my words, feeling like a nervous wreck. Meanwhile, he—Frank, Max, whatever—was cool as a cucumber, his confidence practically radiating off him.

We ordered drinks, and he started asking me about my life. He was surprisingly attentive, hanging on to every word like he genuinely cared. It threw me off a little. “You’ve been busy,” he said after I told him about some of the things I’d been up to. “It’s good to see you doing so well.”

Was it weird that he almost sounded… proud?

Then he started telling me about his life—what he’d been doing in my old body. Turns out he’d made good money over the past few years working as a fitness instructor part-time, balancing that with his job as a mechanic. And apparently, he’d built up an online following, which had blown up enough that he was now financially set.

“It’s funny,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “I thought I’d hate it at first, but I kinda love this life. It suits me.”

“Yeah,” I said softly, my eyes trailing over his broad shoulders and confident posture. “It really does.”

As the drinks flowed, I found myself relaxing a little too much. I didn’t even realize I was flirting until it was too late. My hand kept finding excuses to touch his arm or brush against his thigh. At first, it was just playful, but one of those touches lingered a little too long. My hand stayed on his thigh, feeling the solid muscle beneath the fabric of his jeans. He didn’t move away, and I didn’t either.

He turned to me with a raised eyebrow, that damn smirk spreading across his face. “If I didn’t know better,” he said, his voice low and teasing, “I’d think you were flirting with me.”

My face went red, and I quickly looked away, mumbling something unintelligible. But before I could pull my hand back, he grabbed my thigh, his grip firm and deliberate.

“Usually,” he said, leaning in just enough that I could feel the heat of his breath, “I don’t go for twinks. But I think I can make an exception for you.” His hand slid just slightly higher, his smirk turning into something hungrier. “I mean, I know how fantastic that ass is. And I’d love to try it out for myself.”

My breath hitched, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. All I could do was stare at him, my heart pounding as his grip tightened slightly, his confidence swallowing the room whole.

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The bar seemed to fade into the background as his words hung in the air between us, heavy with implication. My mind raced, torn between disbelief and a growing, undeniable attraction. This was Max—or Frank, as he now insisted—but it was also me. Or at least, it used to be. The lines were so blurred I couldn’t even begin to untangle them. And yet, here I was, my pulse quickening under his touch, my body betraying me in ways I hadn’t expected.

“You’re serious,” I finally managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He leaned back slightly, his smirk never wavering, but his hand stayed firmly on my thigh. “Dead serious,” he replied, his tone dripping with confidence.

I swallowed hard, my mouth suddenly dry. “This is… insane,” I muttered, more to myself than to him. But even as I said it, I couldn’t deny the heat pooling in my stomach, the way my body was responding to his proximity. It was like some twisted version of self-love, and I hated how much I was into it.

Frank chuckled, low and deep, and finally released his grip on my thigh. “Relax,” he said, taking a sip of his beer. “I’m not gonna jump you in the middle of a dive bar. But if you’re interested…” He trailed off, letting the implication hang in the air.

I didn’t know what to say. Part of me wanted to laugh it off, to pretend this was all some bizarre joke. But another part—a louder, more insistent part—was already imagining what it would be like to give in. To let him take control, to feel what it was like to be with someone who knew my body better than I did. The thought sent a shiver down my spine.

We stayed at the bar for another hour, the conversation shifting to lighter topics. Frank told me more about his life, his work, and the online persona he’d built. He was surprisingly open, and I found myself genuinely enjoying his company. There was a charisma to him, a magnetic confidence that made it impossible not to be drawn in. And the more we talked, the more I realized how much he’d changed. This wasn’t the awkward, unsure Max I’d left behind five years ago. This was someone entirely new—someone who had taken my old life and made it his own in ways I never could have imagined.

By the time we left the bar, the tension between us was palpable. We walked side by side down the dimly lit street, the silence heavy with unspoken words. I could feel his eyes on me, and every time I glanced his way, I caught that same knowing smirk. It was maddening, and yet I couldn’t bring myself to walk away.

When we reached his apartment building, he stopped and turned to me. “You coming up?” he asked, his voice casual but his eyes intense.

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it—the moment of no return. If I said yes, there was no going back. If I said no… well, I wasn’t sure I could.

“I…” I started, but the words caught in my throat.

Frank stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. “Look,” he said, his voice softer now, almost gentle. “I get it. This is weird. Hell, it’s probably the weirdest thing either of us has ever done. But life’s too short to overthink everything, don’t you think?”

I stared at him, my mind racing. He was right—this was insane, ridiculous, completely absurd. And yet… it also felt inevitable, like we’d been heading toward this moment from the second I walked out that door five years ago.

“Okay,” I finally said, my voice barely audible. “I’ll come up.”

His smirk widened, and he reached out to squeeze my shoulder. “Good choice.”

The elevator ride up to his apartment was agonizingly slow. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his body so close to mine that it was impossible not to be hyper-aware of every movement. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it, and my palms were slick with sweat. I kept telling myself this was a mistake, that I should turn around and leave before things went too far. But every time I glanced at him, that same magnetic pull drew me back in.

When we finally reached his apartment, he unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open for me. I followed him in, my nerves on edge as I took in the space. It was surprisingly tidy, with a minimalist aesthetic that felt both familiar and foreign. There were a few personal touches—a framed photo of him at the gym, a shelf filled with books on fitness and mechanics—but otherwise, it was clean and uncluttered.

Frank closed the door behind us and turned to face me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, we just stood there, the air between us crackling with tension. Then, without a word, he stepped closer, his hand reaching up to cup my cheek.

“You’re nervous,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “Don’t be.”

I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his thumb brushed against my skin. “This is… a lot,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving mine. “I know. But you don’t have to overthink it. Just… let go.”

And then, before I could respond, he leaned in and kissed me.

It was slow at first, tentative, as if he was giving me the chance to pull away. But I didn’t. Instead, I found myself leaning into him, my hands gripping his shoulders as the kiss deepened. His lips were warm and insistent, and the taste of him was intoxicating. It was like kissing a stranger and an old friend all at once, and the contradiction only made it more thrilling.

When we finally broke apart, I was breathless, my head spinning. Frank’s smirk was back, but there was a softness in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“See?” he said, his voice low and teasing. “Not so bad, right?”

I didn’t trust myself to speak, so I just nodded, my heart still racing. He chuckled and took my hand, leading me further into the apartment.

“Come on,” he said, his tone light but his grip firm.

The tension between us was electric as Frank led me to his bedroom, his grip on my hand firm but not unkind. My heart was pounding, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, but I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him. When we reached the bed, he turned to face me, his smirk widening as he took in my nervous expression. “Relax,” he said, his voice low and teasing. “I’ll take care of you.”

Before I could respond, he closed the distance between us, his hands sliding up my chest to push my shirt off my shoulders. I shivered as the cool air hit my skin, but his touch was warm, grounding. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You’re gonna love this.”

I didn’t have time to process his words before he was kissing me again, his hands roaming over my body with a practiced ease that left me breathless. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me melt under his fingers, and it was both thrilling and unnerving. This was my body, after all—or at least, it used to be—and yet he seemed to know it better than I ever had.

When he finally pulled away, I was panting, my head spinning. He stepped back, his eyes dark with desire as he began to undress, his movements slow and deliberate. I couldn’t look away as he revealed himself, his body a masterpiece of muscle and power. My mouth went dry at the sight of him, his cock already hard and straining against his stomach.

“Like what you see?” he asked, his tone cocky but his eyes soft.

I nodded, unable to form words. He chuckled and closed the distance between us, his hands sliding down to my waist to undo my pants. I stepped out of them clumsily, my legs trembling as he pushed me back onto the bed.

“Good,” he said, his smirk returning as he climbed over me. “Now let’s see how much you can take.”

Frank’s hands were firm on my hips, his body pressed against mine as he guided himself into position. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness of his cock against my ass, and my breath hitched as he began to move.

He rubbed himself against me, back and forth, the friction sending shivers up my spine. His movements were slow, deliberate, teasing. I could feel the pressure building, the anticipation making my heart race. His hands tightened on my hips, and I could hear the faintest hitch in his breath as he pressed closer.

“Frank,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I’m not sure if I’m ready for this.”

He paused, his body stilling for a moment. Then, in a voice that was low and reassuring, he said, “Okay. Just the tip, then. Just to see how it feels.”

I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. He shifted slightly, and I felt the blunt pressure of him against me. My body tensed, but he was patient, his hands gentle as he guided himself in. Just the tip, just enough to make me gasp at the unfamiliar sensation.

“Just the tip,” I repeated, more to myself than to him. “Right?”

“Right,” he murmured, his voice smooth and calm. “Just the tip.”

But then he moved, a slow, deliberate thrust that pushed him deeper than I expected. I stiffened, my hands gripping the sheets beneath me. “Frank—” I started, but he cut me off with a soft shush.

“Relax,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “I’ve got you.”

I wanted to protest, to tell him to stop, but the words caught in my throat. His hands were warm on my hips, his body solid and unyielding behind me. He moved again, another slow thrust that sent a jolt of sensation through me. It wasn’t painful, exactly, but it was overwhelming, the stretch and the pressure unlike anything I’d felt before.

“Frank,” I said again, my voice shaky. “You said just the tip.”

“I know,” he replied, his tone calm but firm. “But you feel so good. Just a little more, okay?”

I didn’t answer, my mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. Part of me wanted to tell him to stop, to pull away and put an end to this. But another part—a deeper, more primal part—was curious, eager to see where this would lead. My body was betraying me, responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control.

He thrust again, deeper this time, and I gasped, my fingers clutching the sheets tighter. He was inside me now, fully, and the sensation was overwhelming. I could feel every inch of him, the heat and the weight of him filling me in a way that was both foreign and intoxicating.

“Frank,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “You lied.”

He chuckled, low and dark, his hands tightening on my hips. “Maybe a little,” he admitted. “But you’re doing so well. Just relax and let me take care of you.”

He moved again, a slow, deliberate thrust that sent a wave of pleasure through me. My breath hitched, and I felt myself opening up to him, my body adjusting to his size.

He leaned over me, his chest pressing against my back as he whispered in my ear. “You feel amazing,” he said, his voice rough with desire. “So tight, so perfect. Let me make you feel good.”

“Frank,” I whispered, my voice trembling. “I—”

But he cut me off with another thrust, deeper this time, and I moaned, the sound escaping before I could stop it. He chuckled, low and dark, and I could feel the smirk on his lips as he pressed them to my neck.

“That’s it,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”

And then, without warning, he began to move, his hips driving forward with a hunger that took my breath away. His cock slid in and out of me with a rhythm that was both relentless and greedy, each thrust deeper than the last. I could feel the intensity of his focus, the way he was lost in his own pleasure, and yet his hands never stopped moving.

With one arm, he pinned my wrist above my head, his grip firm but not painful. The other hand wrapped around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. It was clear, though, that his focus was on his own pleasure. His movements were selfish, almost frantic, as if he couldn’t get enough of me. The sound of his breathing—heavy and ragged—filled the room, mingling with the slick, rhythmic sounds of our bodies moving together.

I tried to hold on, to keep some semblance of control, but it was impossible. The way he touched me, the way he moved inside me, it was too much. My body responded on its own, arching into his touch, my moans escaping in broken gasps. He was relentless, driving into me with a pace that left no room for thought, only sensation.

When I came, it was sudden and intense, my body shuddering as I spilled into his hand. He didn’t stop, though. If anything, he seemed to grow even more focused, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. I was still trembling from my own climax when he pulled his hand away, bringing his fingers to his mouth. He tasted me, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he licked my cum from his fingers.

“It tastes better than I remember, kid,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Glad to see you’re taking better care of that body than I did.”

The words sent a strange shiver through me, a mix of pride and something else I couldn’t quite name. Before I could respond, he groaned, his body tensing as he finally reached his own climax. He buried himself deep inside me, his release hot and overwhelming. I could feel every pulse, every shudder of his body as he came, his hands roaming over my skin as if memorizing every inch of me.

When it was over, he didn’t pull away immediately. Instead, he stayed close, his breath warm against my neck as he slowly softened inside me. His hands continued to move over my body, gentle now, almost soothing. He ran his fingers along my sides, up my chest, down my arms, as if trying to calm me, to ground me after the storm.

Eventually, he pulled out, but he didn’t go far. He shifted beside me, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. His body was so much larger than mine, his muscles solid and unyielding, his chest broad and warm. I could feel the roughness of his body hair against my skin, the scratch of his beard as he nuzzled into my neck. It was strange, how safe I felt in that moment, wrapped in his strength, surrounded by his presence.

“Relax,” he murmured, his voice soft now, almost tender. “You’re okay.”

I didn’t argue. My body felt heavy, my mind blissfully empty. The tension that had been coiled inside me for so long was gone, replaced by a deep, almost overwhelming sense of calm. I let myself sink into him, my eyes drifting shut as his hands continued to move over me, slow and steady.

I don’t know when I fell asleep, but it was the deepest, most restful sleep I’d had in years.

---

When I woke the next morning, the sunlight streaming through the windows, I was alone in the bed. For a moment, I wondered if it had all been a dream, but the ache in my body told me otherwise. I sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and that’s when I heard him.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Frank called from the kitchen, his voice cheerful. “Coffee?”

I blinked, still trying to process everything that had happened, and nodded. “Yeah, sure.”

I grabbed my clothes from the floor and dressed quickly before joining him in the kitchen. He was shirtless, his muscles on full display as he poured two cups of coffee. He handed one to me with a smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“So,” I said, taking a sip of the coffee, “last night was… something.”

He chuckled, leaning against the counter. “Yeah, it was. You’re not bad, kid.”

I rolled my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. “Look, Frank… if you ever want to swap back, just say the word. I mean, I know this wasn’t exactly… planned.”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk returning. “Swap back? What are you talking about? We just met last night, remember?” His tone was serious but also playful. A glint in his eye told me he knew exactly what I was talking about.

He laughed, flexing his biceps as he took a sip of his coffee. “Besides, why would I ever want to give this up? I mean, look at me.” He gestured to his body, his confidence radiating off him.

I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, you’re one hot dude.”

He set his coffee down and stepped closer, his expression softening. “But seriously… you’re cute. I like you. And I’m here in San Diego for the long haul. So we should do this again… maybe even go on a date sometime.”

I felt a warmth spread through my chest, and I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

He grinned, his cocky smirk returning. “Good.”

Tyler: 

“Son! Hurry home as soon as you can! I’ve got l some important news.”

Oh geez, I wonder what it could be. I already had an idea…

My dads been going through some financial issues lately and I know he’s been highly considering in participating in the swap clinic.

 I still don’t know how I feel about it. Spends weeks inside of a strangers body? Sound really weird to me.  But I know he needs the cash so I guess I won’t judge. 

I just hope he’s not in some old guy or some weirdo. You never know when it’s just you going in. 

I started texting him, “ I’ll be home in a few.” 

“Great! I’ll see you soon!” 

Gosh, he seems excited… 

Heading home, I just finished up with my last class for the day and I was honestly tired. But I can at least muster enough energy for dad. 

I go to open the door and the first thing I see is someone I wasn’t expecting… it’s Arthur…. 

Arthur’s this guy on my campus that I’ve quietly had a crush on. We run in the same social circles but we’ve never hung out one on one. So it shouldn’t come as a surprise to why I was so shocked to see him sitting on my couch… 

He grins at me and says, “Hey! You’re finally here!” 

“Uh…hey Arthur, have you seen my dad?” 

“Haha son don’t be silly! It’s me!” 

“Me who?” 

“It’s me your dad! I didn’t know you knew Arthur! I knew he wen’t to your school but that’s awesome that you know each other.” 

My eyes got wide and it sunk in. My dad went to the swap clinic and was matched with Arthur. Fuck! 

“Son, is everything okay?” 

“Uh, this is just a lot to process.” 

“Oh! I’m sorry I didn’t know– I thought maybe if I swapped with someone around your age that maybe we could bond a little more.” 

I was basically having tunnel vision by this point. 

Still not responding to dad or Arthur (I don’t really know what to calm at this point.)

All I knew was that I needed to sit down. 

“I might need just a minute.”

“Oh no worries! I’m going to go take a shower really quick. I went for a jog and I stink haha!”

Oh god, dad in Arthur’s body showering… this is too much.

I go to sit down and dad heads to his room.

I needed to calm down, I repeat to myself that this isn’t permanent.

Sides, dad didn’t know and I especially didn’t want to hurt his feelings.

I get up to talk to him before he got into the shower.

I open his bedroom door and found him fondling Arthur’s freaking bulge!!!

“Oh shit!!”

“Son!”

I go to close door but dad stops me.

“Tyler, don’t go let’s talk! This is obviously bothering you!”

“ Yeah! It is dad! You swapped bodies with the guy I liked!” Oh god, I can’t believe I just said that…

That’s when his face turned pale. He was quiet for a second and I was too.

“I’m so sorry— if I had known I wouldn’t have-”

“I figured, listen I’m not mad at you.”

“Well… if it’s anything I think Arthur like you too.”

“What makes you say that?”

“I’m him right now, so I can tell that his body gets a little… what’s the best words… excited… when you walked in today.”

“Oh…”

“Yeah…”

I looked over at his face and we make the weirdest eye contact.

“ Listen, we don’t have to make this weird Tyler. While I’m in this body, I’m Arthur. Don’t get wrong, I’ll go back to being your dad once this is all over. But I want to go out to bars and do stuff that you like to do. I guess what I’m saying is that we can be buds.”

I really wasn’t sure what to say back. But at the same, maybe it’ll be fun. Teaching him how to be any age again.

“Fine! But on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You have to act like your age. If you’re going to be ‘Arthur’”

Tyler:

“Oh he’s going to feel that this morning.” I say standing over my dad or Arthur as he likes to be referred to now.

Last night, I drank him under the table.

We started drinking at this one restaurant downtown.

And for some reason why he thought he could handle it since he’s in such a younger body.

And he was doing a pretty good job until about 2 am when we both had to stumble home together.

I tried my best to get into my bed own bed but he begged for me to stay with him.

I was sure if it was the alcohol or what but he didn’t seem like my dad to me. If anything he felt like he was actually Arthur for the first time.

Of course I crawled into bed with him and it wasn’t two seconds before he passed out.

I had trouble falling to sleep, mainly because I had my dad inside of my crushes body laying next to me. And feel his warm breath right next to my ear…

Ugh, I love him but I could kill him! I wonder how Arthur’s doing with his new body.

I mean my dad’s not a bad looking guy for his age.

Always stayed in shape and never stayed single for too long. Oh man now I thinking Arthur in my dad’s body which is another level if wrong.

I better make some coffee—

By the time I got done making a pot I could here groans coming from the other room.

I walk into his room and he Arthur’s smile come across his face.

“We went pretty hard last night didn’t we?”

“Uh, we? You were the one plastered. Here’s a cup of coffee.” I say handing it to him.

“Thanks! And I wasn’t that bad! How did we get home again?”

“I basically carried you up the stairs.”

“Right… sorry about that I have been able to drink like that in years.”

“It’s okay, I had fun…so what should we do today?”

“Well from how I feel— not much haha.”

“Good point.”

All of the sudden, dad gets out of bed. And that’s when I noticed he was completely naked.

Dad runs to go vomit in the bathroom but all I could do was stare at Arthur’s junk flying around in the air.

I felt a sensation stirring in my pants from the sight until I hear barging noises from the other room.

“You okay in there?”

“Yeah! Never better!”

I peak around the corner and his body laying on the floor with his head and arms wrapped around the toilet seat.

After awhile he finally gets up and walks back to room and somehow missed that he was fully nude.

He just starts talking to me.

“I feel awful.”

“Yeah maybe you should lay back down.”

He crawls back into bed and before I leave he asks me to join him.

“We can watch a movie together, if you want.”

I decided to join him and get under the covers—trying to keep some distance from his nude body.

After an hour in he starts nodding off again…

Which I soon follow him.

Some time passes and I wake up from my nap.

And the first thing I notice is that dad in his sleep somehow started cuddling up against me. And I can feel Arthur’s dick pressing against my back.

When I try to move away, he only pulls me in closer…

And now I’m turned on. I reach down and try to move his dick off of me.

But now I have it my hand and I just hold it.

That’s when I feel his foot start to rub up on mine.

I manage to pull my pants down and start grinding my bare butt against him.

And he starts to thrust against me.

I take his hand that’s wrapped around me and started kissing his fingers.

And then I slowly maneuver it down to my crotch.

That’s when something surprising happened… I feel his hand start to pump my hard member.

I was about to say something but honestly I didn’t want him to stop.

But he must of sense something because he says to me in the softest tone, “I’m not your dad… I’m Arthur…”

And all I say is, “then why don’t you kiss me, Arthur?”

With I turn around and we both start to make out.

Our legs wrapped around each others.

Both of us loosing all control…

I kiss down his chest and work my way down to his crotch. I couldn’t believe I was doing this!

Running my tongue all over I to his dick which still had a distinct smell of balls sweat.

He starts moaning as i start sucking on his head while working my hands around his shaft and balls.

I pull the blanket away just so I can see it in all of its glory.

It was like the most perfect set I’ve ever seen.

“Wow!”

“What is it Ty? Should we stop?”

“No way! It’s too late for that but this maybe the best package I’ve ever seen.”

“Haha thanks I guess!”

“Well it’s yours now, you should be proud of it.”

He smiled at me and went back to work.

It didn’t take before he climaxed.

Then it was my turn! It felt so good having his soft lips wrapped around my member.

I couldn’t handle it! It only took me a couple minutes before I busted.

I felt a little embarrassed but the new Arthur reassured me it was okay.

Both of us laid bed together will I cuddled up to his chest.

Read Parts 1 and 2 by vice versa here.

I woke up with a pounding headache, the kind that makes you regret every decision from the night before. But as I lay there, the memories started flooding back—Tyler’s hands on me, the way he’d kissed me, the way he’d moaned when I touched him. A slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. Damn, that was hot.

Last night had been… incredible. Telling Tyler I was Arthur, letting him believe it, just giving in to the moment—it had felt so right. The way he’d looked at me, like I was everything he’d ever wanted… I hadn’t felt that kind of desire in years. Decades, maybe. And now, lying here with him curled up against me, his breath warm on my chest, I couldn’t help but want more.

But reality was starting to creep in. The alcohol haze was fading, and I knew Tyler would wake up soon. What then? Last night, he’d been able to suspend disbelief, to pretend I was Arthur. But in the cold light of day, that fantasy wouldn’t hold.

I needed a plan. Something to keep the illusion alive, just a little longer. If I could convince him I was still Arthur, maybe we could… well, maybe we could do it again. The thought sent a shiver down my spine. I hadn’t felt this alive in years.

Tyler stirred beside me, his eyes fluttering open. For a moment, he just blinked up at me, confused. Then it all came rushing back—the realization hitting him like a freight train. He sat up abruptly, pulling the sheet around him, his face a mix of horror and disbelief.

“Oh my god,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair. “What did we… I mean, you’re… oh my god.”

I propped myself up on one elbow, trying to look casual. “Morning, Ty,” I said, my voice still rough from sleep. “Sleep okay?”

He stared at me, his eyes wide. “Dad, we… last night, we… I thought you were Arthur. I thought—”

I cut him off with a laugh, shaking my head. “Ty, what are you talking about? I’m Arthur. Your dad and I swapped back a week ago, remember?”

He froze, his brow furrowing. “What? No, we didn’t. You’re still… you’re still in Arthur’s body. You’re my dad.”

I raised an eyebrow, feigning confusion. “Dude, are you okay? No, I’m not.”

He shook his head, his voice rising. “No, that’s not possible.”

I smirked, leaning closer. “Oh, so what you’re telling me is… you let your dad suck you off last night? Gross, dude. Haha.”

His face turned bright red, and he looked like he was about to bolt. “I… I didn’t… I thought you were Arthur!”

I shrugged, still grinning. “Well, I am. So I guess you’re in the clear.”

He stared at me, his mouth opening and closing. I could see the gears turning in his head, the doubt creeping in. He wanted to believe me. He needed to believe me. And I was going to make sure he did.

“Look,” I said, my tone softening. “I get it. That whole body swap thing was a lot to process. But we swapped back already dude. And last night… well, last night was amazing. I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind a repeat.”

He hesitated, his eyes searching mine. “I… I don’t know. This is so messed up.”

I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “It doesn’t have to be. Just… let go, Ty. You know you want to.”

For a long moment, he just stared at me, his chest rising and falling with each breath. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Okay. But… you’re really Arthur, right?”

I smiled, leaning in to kiss him. “Of course I am.”

Tyler groaned, rubbing his temples as he sat up in bed. “Ugh, my head is killing me. I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

I smirked, sitting up beside him. “Well I've got just the thing to make you feel better.”

I leaned in, kissing him deeply. He hesitated for a moment, but then he melted into it, his hands finding their way to my shoulders. I could feel the tension in his body, the way he was still trying to reconcile what was happening. But I wasn’t going to give him time to think. Not now.

I pushed him back onto the bed, climbing over him. His eyes widened as I positioned myself between his legs, my hands sliding down his chest. “Relax,” I murmured, my voice low and teasing. “I’ll take care of you.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but I didn’t give him the chance. I kissed him again, harder this time, my hands roaming over his body. He moaned into my mouth, his resistance crumbling.

I reached for the lube on the nightstand, slicking myself up quickly. He gasped as I pressed against him, his hands gripping the sheets. “Wait, I—”

“Shh,” I interrupted, kissing him again. “Trust me.”

He hesitated, but then he nodded, his body slowly relaxing under mine. I pushed in slowly, giving him time to adjust, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. The way he felt around me, the way he moaned my name—Arthur’s name—it was intoxicating.

“God, Ty,” I breathed, my voice rough with desire. “I wish you’d told me about your little crush on me sooner. We could’ve been doing this so much earlier.” I said, thrusting my lubed up cock back and forth in his hole.

He moaned, his hips lifting to meet mine. “I… I didn’t think you’d… oh god…”

I chuckled, thrusting deeper. “Yeah, well, you thought wrong. You’re mine now, Ty. And I’m not letting you go.”

His hands clawed at my back, pulling me closer as I picked up the pace. The room was filled with the sound of our breathing, the slick slide of our bodies moving together. It was raw, primal, and so damn good.

I could feel him tightening around me, his moans growing louder, more desperate. “Arthur, I’m… I’m close…”

“Me too,” I growled, my own release building fast. “Come on, Ty. Let go.”

With a cry, he came, his body shuddering beneath me. The sight of him, the feel of him, pushed me over the edge, and I followed him with a groan, burying myself deep inside him as I spilled.

For a moment, we just lay there, our bodies tangled together, our breathing ragged. Then, slowly, I pulled out, collapsing beside him. He turned to look at me, his eyes wide, his face flushed.

“That… that was…” he started, but he couldn’t seem to find the words.

I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from his face. “Amazing? Incredible? Life-changing?”

He laughed, shaking his head. “I was going to say ‘insane,’ but yeah. All of the above.”

I leaned in, kissing him softly. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

“Alright guys! We didn’t get any tonight either so you know what that means!”

“It sure is tough for bears to pick up twinks in clubs these days, isn’t it?”

“Quit stalling and draw a straw, Ted!”

“Okay fine! I just hope it isn’t me who draws the short straw again.”

“Ahahahahaha! Ted really did get the short straw yet again!”

“Okay! I’m calling shenanigans!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, Ted! We all agreed and it was clearly fair!”

“Ugh! Fine! Just be gentle this time! I got lockjaw from the last time!”

“I can’t make that promise. Ehehehe!”

“So, how are you doing, Teddie?”

“Great now that you handsome guys are here! Teeheehee!”

“So, whose dick do you want to suck first?”

“Oh gosh! It’s just so hard to choose! They all look so yummy!”

“Well, we have all weekend to have all sorts of fun sticking our dicks into a cute little twink like you, now don’t we, Teddie?”

“Yay! You handsome guys really know how to treat a bottom like me right! Ehehehehe!”

“Poor Ted. I wonder when he will figure out we keep rigging the whole thing from the beginning?”

“Hopefully never!”

“Yeah, I’d feel sorry for him, but-“

“It isn’t our fault he makes for such a great cocksucking twink when he loses?”

The War on Terror has helped facilitate many weapons in the nearly two decades it has been going on. One of the more creative and effective weapons that recently came out of R&D has the nickname of the “Patriot Bomb”. When dropped on an enemy base, it releases a chemical that causes individuals to have almost euphoric feelings towards the US.

It not only takes out an enemy but gives them an ally in the process. Ever since its deployment in combat, it has had unparalleled success in areas with particularly brutal insurgents.

Now if only those affected weren’t so…weird with their newfound love for America.

There was an island which used to be inhabited by a tribe trying to summon a God. However, one day the whole island mysteriously disappeared.

——————————–

Some years later.

Kai was waiting for his boyfriend, Liam, to go back home, and to his surprise, he saw him bringing a weird statuette with him. Liam joked that the statuette was a member of Kai’s family, based on his over sea origins. Still, Kai just brushed it off and the couple went back to their life, failing to notice the eyes of the statuette glowing purple. 

When the night came, Liam was sleeping, annoyed that Kai was too busy working in his office instead of snuggling with him. Meanwhile, Kai took a break from his work to check the statuette. As he touched it, he got pricked and went to the closest faucet to wash his grazed finger. In his back, the statuette was glowing because of Kai’s driplet of blood. Suddenly, tentacles bursted from its mouth, and a small squid creature fell on the ground. Looking around, the squid crawled toward Kai as soon as it saw him. 

“Damn, I hope it’s not infected. The last thing I need right now is some foreign garbage inside me.” Kai complained.

His finger checking was cut short as something fell on his head, Kai was about to scream, but tentacles pushed themselves inside his mouth. Horrified, he watched the creature trying to enter in his body. He tried with panic to grab it, but it was too slimy and it instead pushed it even deeper. 

“Gaaah!… Please help me! This th-thing!” Liam yelled as he saw a bump crawling in his toned chest. “It’s-NO! MY BODY! IT’S TAKING MY BODY! ARRRGGHHHHH!” 

Startled out of his sleep, Liam ran to the source of the noise, only to find Kai ravenously eating raw meat. Naked, furiously sweating and breathing loudly, Kai glared at Liam as he put the meat down.

“Hungry.” Kai growled.

“Kai, are you okay ?” Liam asked.

“HUNGRY!”

Suddenly, Kai lunged at his boyfriend and tore off his clothes, about to fuck him more than he ever was before.

The following morning, Kai woke up, but his vision was blurred.

“Can’t see… Glasses. Need.” Kai spoke with a primitive tone as he put his glasses on.

“Good…” Kai snarled as he looked as his body. “Virile. Manful.” 

Kai’s hands travelled his athletic body, giving him all sorts of new pleasures. A shiver ran down his spine as he brushed his nipples, making him giving them a squeeze.

“Ooh! Hot. Body. Hot. My… My dick, hungry.”

“Need food.” Kai groaned as he searched Liam, who was gone to work. “Need. Food.”

Later, as Liam came home from work, he was shocked to find his boyfriend having sex with a woman. The worst that Kai did not even care, he was grunting like an animal and banged senselessly. Liam had to break them off and chase the girl to stop it. With disappointed eyes Kai grabbed his erected penis.

“Feed me.” Kai gestured to his dick.

“Fuck you.” 

“Fuck… me ?” Kai questionned.

Liam watched with wide eyes as Kai laid on the couch and lifted his lower body, sucking himself off. Moaning, Kai savoured as he shot inside his own mouth and licked the loads, letting it drip on his left cheek.

“Food. Good.” Kai laughed with a caveman voice.

Confused, Liam helped Kai dressing up before they sat down on the couch.

“Big.” Kai said as he flexed his biceps and bite them. “Hmm. Good.”

“Kai ? Could you explain to me what’s happening ?” Liam interrogated.

“Not Kai. Body, mine. Body, good.” Kai said as he removed his shirt and touched his beefy pecs.

“I think we need to see a doctor.” Liam suggested.

“Hungry again.” Kai barked as he grabbed Liam and kissed him.

After a wild ass-fucking, Liam guided Kai through the streets, keeping him from “eating food” and ending in jail. However, the doctor just said that Kai was having a burnout from work, so his mind regressed into a “caveman” state. His only advice was that Liam had to teach and fulfill Kai’s needs until he got better.

Consequently, Liam had to take a break from his job as he basically became Kai’s cook, maid and sexual object. 

“S letter.” Kai read from a dictionary that Liam gave him. “Kai. Sexy.” Kai laughed as he flexed his guns again. “Love. Body. Stay. Kai.” Kai caressed his muscles as a bulge appeared through the mat. “Hungry.” Kai threw the book and grabbed his boyfriend. “Love. You. Sexy.”

When I started going out with Paul, it felt like everything had finally settled into place. For the first time in what felt like forever, I was in a relationship that made me feel alive. We were super attracted to each other—magnetically, almost—which, after years of boyfriends who left me feeling unsure and self-conscious, was a relief. I knew I was attractive, sure, but there’s a difference between knowing it and feeling it. With Paul, I felt it.

The chemistry was undeniable. We were having sex all the time, barely able to keep our hands off each other. It had been seven months, and honestly, I thought the honeymoon phase might never end. We’d built this bubble around us, this glowing little world where nothing else mattered… until that night.

We’d just come back from dinner at a trendy little spot downtown. I thought the evening had been perfect. The food was great, the wine was flowing, and Paul had looked incredible in his tailored blazer and skinny jeans. But as soon as we got back to my apartment, I could tell something was wrong.

Paul dropped his wallet on the counter with more force than necessary and crossed his arms. “Did you hear what that server said tonight?” he asked, his voice sharp.

I blinked, trying to think back. “What are you talking about?”

“He called me a sugar baby, Oliver,” Paul snapped, his eyes flashing. “Or at least he implied it. Don’t tell me you didn’t catch that.”

I frowned, replaying the night in my head. “I think he said something about us being a…‘cute couple,’ maybe? I don’t remember anything like that.”

Paul threw his hands up. “Of course you didn’t notice. Why would you? You’re not the one who gets judged every time we walk into a room together.”

“Paul, what are you talking about?” I asked, genuinely confused. “What do you care what some random waiter thinks? He’s nobody.”

“It’s not just him,” Paul said, his voice rising. “It’s everyone. Every time we’re out, people look at us and assume I’m with you for your money or because you’re older and can…‘take care’ of me or whatever.”

“That’s ridiculous,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm. “No one’s judging you. Why would they?”

Paul’s laugh was bitter. “You really don’t get it, do you? Even though you’re super, super hot, you’re still older, Oliver. People notice. They talk. And I’m tired of it.”

I opened my mouth to respond but realized I didn’t know what to say. I’d always thought of us as equals, partners in every sense. But now Paul was voicing something I hadn’t even considered. I didn’t care what anyone thought of us, but clearly, he did.

The argument spiraled from there, each of us throwing words we didn’t mean into the space between us. By the time we finally fell silent, the tension was suffocating. I hated it. I hated that we were fighting, that I couldn’t make him see how little anyone else’s opinion mattered.

That was when Paul said something I never expected. “I wish you could understand what it’s like to be me.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, folding my arms.

“It means you have no idea what it’s like to be young and judged for being with someone older,” he said. “You’ve never had to deal with that.”

I wanted to argue, but something in his tone stopped me. He was hurt, and I didn’t know how to fix it. Instead, I sighed. “I don’t know what you want me to do, Paul. I love you. Isn’t that enough?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he grabbed his coat and left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

---

The argument with Paul left me feeling helpless. For days, his words echoed in my mind: “I wish you could understand what it’s like to be me.” I hated the wedge it had driven between us, and I wanted to show him—prove to him—how much I cared.

That’s how I ended up in a small, dimly lit shop tucked into a back alley downtown. A witch, of all things, had been recommended by a friend who swore she could “fix anything.” At first, I thought it was ridiculous, but desperation does strange things to a person.

The witch, a woman with piercing green eyes and a voice that felt like velvet and steel all at once, listened to my story. When I told her I wanted to switch bodies with Paul, she raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask questions. “It’s a bold move,” she said, studying me. “Are you sure you want this? The spell isn’t permanent, but it’ll be… revealing.”

I nodded. “I need him to see how much I care. I need to understand.”

That night, I surprised Paul with dinner at home—his favorite meal, candles, wine. He was suspicious at first, probably expecting another long conversation about our fight, but eventually, he relaxed.

After we ate, I told him. “I did something for us,” I said, my hands trembling slightly as I held his. “It’s… different, but I think it’ll help.”

Paul looked at me warily. “What did you do, Oliver?”

“Just trust me,” I said, pulling the small vial of shimmering liquid from my pocket. “Drink this with me.”

“What the hell is that?” he asked, leaning back.

“It’s magic. Literally,” I said, smiling nervously. “It’s going to switch our bodies—for a little while. So I can understand what it’s like to be you. So we can understand each other better.”

Paul stared at me like I’d lost my mind. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am,” I said firmly. “I know it’s crazy, but… I love you, Paul. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. Please.”

He hesitated, but eventually, he sighed and reached for the vial. “This is insane,” he muttered. “But fine. Let’s do it.”

The sensation was indescribable. A rush of heat, a pull deep in my chest, and then—suddenly—I was staring at myself. At Oliver. My body. Paul’s jaw dropped, and I realized my mouth—his mouth—was hanging open too.

“Oh my god,” I whispered, my voice high and light. Paul’s voice.

“Holy shit,” Paul said, his tone low and steady—my tone. He looked down at his hands, flexing them. “This is… weird.”

We stood there for a moment, just staring at each other, until a grin spread across my—Paul’s—face. “I’m… cute,” I said, looking in the mirror to admire my new body. “You’re adorable, Paul. I mean, I knew that, but… wow.”

Paul rolled his—my—eyes. “Great. Glad you’re having fun already.”

But I could see the curiosity in his expression as he studied his new reflection in the window. “This is so strange,” he muttered, running his—my—hands through his hair.

---

The first few days were exhilarating. I had always thought Paul’s body was beautiful, but living in it was something else entirely. I felt light and full of energy. I was used to being strong, but in Paul’s body, I felt… different. More vulnerable, maybe, but in a way that made me more aware of the world around me.

And then there was the bedroom. That was… an experience. For the first time, I got to see myself—my body—through Paul’s eyes, and it was hotter than I ever could have imagined. I couldn’t stop staring at him. At me. At the way my body moved and how it felt under Paul’s touch.

“Wow,” I whispered one night, lying on my back and looking up at him—at me. “I didn’t realize how hot I am.”

Paul smirked, his—my—hands running over my chest. “Told you.”

The roles had reversed completely. He was stronger now, more dominant, and I was smaller, lighter. It felt amazing to let go and be tossed around a little, to feel his strength in a way I’d never experienced before. And the way he looked at me—his eyes hungry and full of admiration—it turned me on even more.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I teased one night, watching him as he explored his new body.

Paul grinned, his face lighting up. “Maybe a little,” he admitted, his tone playful. “You’re… pretty great, you know.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Took you long enough to figure that out.”

---

At first, being Paul felt liberating. I loved the way people looked at me—at him—with a mix of admiration and envy. I enjoyed the carefree lightness of being in his body, his energy, his youth. But the novelty wore off faster than I expected. The longer I spent as Paul, the more I realized his life wasn’t as effortless as I’d thought.

The first real cracks appeared with his friends.

I’d always thought they liked me. They were always so warm when I was me—when I was Oliver. But as Paul, I got to see the unfiltered version of how they really felt about our relationship. The jokes started small.

“You’re still with Oliver?” one of them asked over beers. “Man, the dude’s practically a fossil.”

The group laughed, and I forced a grin. “He’s not that old,” I said, trying to brush it off.

Another friend, Darren, smirked. “I don’t know, Paul. Next thing you know, you’ll be helping him pick out retirement homes.”

More laughter. I clenched my teeth, trying to laugh along, but it stung. The digs didn’t stop there. Every hangout seemed to come with new jabs. “How’s the old man holding up?” “Bet he falls asleep before you even make it to the bedroom.” “Does he have to stretch before you guys have sex?”

I tried to defend myself—Oliver—but it only made things worse. “He’s incredible,” I snapped once, tired of the ridicule. “He’s smart and successful and—”

“And old,” Darren interrupted, grinning. “C’mon, Paul, we’re just messing with you. Don’t be so sensitive.”

It was grating. Even though they claimed to be joking, the constant comments wore me down. I started to see how much pressure Paul must have felt every time we were out together. I understood now why he’d been so sensitive about the waiter’s comment. This wasn’t just an isolated thing; it was everywhere.

Things came to a head on the beach trip.

Paul’s friends had organized a day at the beach, and I’d been excited. The sun, the waves, the chance to relax—it sounded perfect. But I realized they had ulterior motives.

“Hey, Paul,” one of them said with a sly grin as we set up on the sand. “We invited someone new to join us today. You’ll love him.”

That “someone” turned out to be Vince. Tall, tan, and absolutely ripped, Vince looked like he’d walked straight off the cover of a fitness magazine. His laugh was deep and easy, his smile dazzling. I couldn’t help but notice how good he looked in his swim trunks, his abs catching the sunlight. He was polite, charming, and… clearly interested in me.

At first, I didn’t think much of it. But as the day went on, it became obvious this wasn’t a coincidence. Paul’s friends had brought Vince along to tempt me—Paul. It was a cruel test, one I hadn’t been prepared for.

The group seemed to push us together all day. “Vince, why don’t you help Paul with the cooler?” “Hey, Paul, Vince is really into hiking. You should talk to him about that trail you like.” “You two should totally go for a swim together.”

And Vince played along. He was magnetic, and it was hard not to be drawn to him. His confidence was intoxicating, and the way he looked at me—as if I were the only person on the beach—made my heart race in a way I hadn’t expected.

By the end of the day, we found ourselves at a seaside bar. The group was dancing, drinks in hand, the setting sun casting a golden glow over everything. Vince and I ended up on the dance floor together, and he moved closer, his hand brushing against mine.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” he said, his voice low. His eyes locked on mine, and I felt a rush of heat.

“I’m not—” I started, but he interrupted me.

“Yes, you are,” he said, stepping closer. His hands rested lightly on my hips, and I didn’t pull away. “You’re gorgeous, Paul. You deserve to be adored.”

Before I could respond, he leaned in, his lips brushing against mine. I froze, torn between the pull of his touch and the voice in my head screaming that this was wrong.

I hesitated, and in that moment, his hand slid lower. He gently cupped my bulge, his fingers pressing just enough to send a shiver through me. My breath caught, and before I could stop myself, I kissed him back. It was slow at first, tentative, but then his other hand slid up my back, pulling me closer, and I melted into him.

For a moment, nothing else mattered. Not the group, not Oliver, not the consequences. Just Vince and the way he made me feel—desired, wanted, free.

It started as a moment of weakness. The kiss with Vince was supposed to be just that—a fleeting mistake, something I could forget. But I didn’t forget. I couldn’t.

The first time we slept together, it was like an explosion. Vince was passionate, attentive, and completely unlike anything I’d experienced before. He made me feel alive in a way that both thrilled and terrified me. I told myself it would just be a one-time thing, but one night turned into two, and then three, and soon I was finding excuses to see him.

It wasn’t just about the physical connection—although that was incredible. With Vince, I felt like I could shed all the insecurities I’d been carrying as Paul. He didn’t see me as someone trying to live up to anyone else’s standards. He just saw me.

But every time I was with Vince, the guilt weighed heavier. I was lying to Paul—not just about Vince, but about everything. The whole reason I’d switched bodies was to understand him, to bridge the gap between us. Instead, I’d let the gap widen, filling it with secrets and betrayal.

After weeks of this, I couldn’t keep it up anymore. I knew I had to end things with Paul.

We sat across from each other in his apartment—my apartment, technically—and I struggled to find the words. Paul looked so hopeful, his expression soft despite the tension that had grown between us since the switch.

“I’ve been thinking,” I started, my voice trembling slightly. “About us.”

Paul frowned, leaning forward. “What about us?”

I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “You were right,” I said quietly. “The age gap… it’s too much. I thought it didn’t matter, but I see it now. You deserve someone who’s in the same place as you. Someone your own age.”

Paul’s face fell, and my chest tightened. I could see the hurt in his eyes, but he quickly masked it with a tight smile. “So, you’ve come around, huh?” he said, his voice heavy. “I guess I should’ve seen this coming.”

“I just want what’s best for you,” I said, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “You should be with someone who gets you. Someone who can make you happy in ways I can’t.”

He nodded slowly, biting his lip. “Yeah. Maybe you’re right.” His voice wavered, and I could tell he was holding back tears. “I guess I’ve been thinking the same thing… but I didn’t want to admit it.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, guilt gnawing at me. “I’m sorry,” I whispered.

Paul took a shaky breath, brushing his hands over his thighs. “Well, I guess this means we need to swap back, huh?”

The words hung in the air between us. I could feel the weight of them, the finality. But instead of agreeing, I hesitated. My heart pounded as I looked at him—at me.

“Actually…” I said, my voice quiet but firm. “I’m afraid we’re not going to be doing that.”

Paul blinked, confusion washing over his face. “What? What do you mean?”

“I mean… I think it’s better this way,” I said, trying to keep my tone steady. “You can start fresh. Be with someone who fits into your life. And I can… I can do the same.”

Realization dawned on him, his eyes widening. “You’re serious,” he said, his voice rising. “You’re not giving my body back?”

I looked away, unable to meet his gaze. “I’m sorry, Paul. I think this is for the best.”

As we all sat at the table and started digging through our bowls of spaghetti, I knew something was wrong. Being the oldest of us siblings and still living at home while attending community college, I was always very perceptive towards my family’s dynamics. My four year old brother Bradley was enthusiastically eating and making a mess, and my younger siblings Mariah and Lucas were casually throwing insults at each other. They were both 17, twins and still in high school, and often bumped heads with each other on just about everything, so everything looked normal on that side. However, Mom and Dad were abnormally silent. Too silent. They had an announcement to make, and we probably wouldn’t like it. As if on cue, Mom spoke up.

“Kids,” she started. “We would like your attention. We have something important to say.”

“Earlier today, I was contacted by my friend Larry,” Dad continued.

“He’s that scientist guy, right?” Lucas asked.

“Yes, that’s him. He offered me a solution for our money problem. His company will completely pay for our mortgage, and throw in an extra fifty thousand dollars… on the condition that two of us become test subjects in an experiment.”

“What kind of experiment?” I asked. This was getting interesting.

“Body swapping,” Dad said. I was amazed that he managed to say that without laughing. “He has found a way to swap two people’s bodies, and he needs to test it on someone.”

“Sounds weird but let’s just do it!” Mariah said. “Let’s just have two of us swap bodies for a week, and then all our problems are solved, right?”

“Unfortunately, it’s not that simple,” Dad replied. “There’s a flaw in the process he’s using. He can swap two people, but he can’t switch them back, or with anyone else. If we do it… it’s permanent.”

“We still think we should consider it, however,” Mom said. “After all, we do need the money. That’s why we’re putting it to a vote. I think we should go ahead with it, and so does your father.”

“I think… I think we should do it,” I said trying to be responsible. “I don’t really want to be someone else, but you’re right: we do need the money.”

“I’m with Cody here,” Mariah added and gave me an affirming nod. “Besides, being someone else can’t be that bad, I guess.”

“There is no way I’m doing this!” Lucas yelled. “I’m not giving away my life for you guys.”

“I wanna do body thwapping!” Bradley said excitedly. “Da mean I can be a gwowed up, wight?”

I am always impressed by this little boy’s perceptiveness. He’s clever, you’ve got to give him that. So that makes five against one, meaning…

“Then I suppose we’re doing this,” Dad said.

“We’ve thought about it a lot, and we decided that the best way to choose who swaps is to pick at random,” Mom explained. “We’ll put all of our names in a bowl, and pick two.”

Since no one really wanted to be the one to swap, we all agreed that this was indeed the best way to proceed. Mom went into the kitchen, and came back two minutes later with a large bowl, several pieces of paper and a pen. She set the bowl on the table and handed the pen and paper to Dad, who started writing our names. It wasn’t long before there was an interruption:

“Why are you putting my name in there?” Lucas whined. “I said I wasn’t doing this.”

“Yes you did,” Mom said, “but, for the sake of being fair, we think your name should be in there too. And quite frankly, your attitude these days makes us think that maybe being someone else would do you some good.”

“Ugh.. I don’t believe this.”

“Moving on,” said Dad. “I think we’re all set.”

He dropped the papers into the bowl, and mixed them with his hand. He then handed the bowl to Mom, who picked a paper. After unfolding it, she announced the unlucky winner.

“Cody.”

Wait, me? I was going to swap? I could hardly believe it, and yet it was true. Soon, I would be in someone else’s body, for the rest of my life. Mom put the paper with my name on the table for everyone to see, sealing my fate. She then put her hand back in the bowl, took another piece of paper, and announced the name of the person I’d become. She looked at the paper in shock for a moment, then calmly showed it to the family.

“Dave.” It said. My dad’s name.

“You can’t be serious,” I said.

“That’s settled, then. Cody and I will switch bodies, permanently. Larry is compensating us very well for this, you know. We’ll go to his lab on Saturday.” Dad announced in an almost nonchalantly way.

“No way…” I said in shock. “This is crazy… I can’t switch bodies with my own dad! I’m only twenty… and I’m still in college!”

Lucas and Mariah were barely hiding their grins. I looked to them helplessly. “This isn’t funny!”

“Dad, you’re going to be our new older brother?” asked Mariah.

Dad looked my body over, almost like he was trying to picture himself living in my body. Then he turned to Mariah. “Yes, that’s right, Mariah. We better start getting used to this now. From now on, you’ll call me Cody. And over here,” he walked over to me happily, “this is our dad, Dave.”

I looked down at my own body, which soon would not be mine anymore. This was crazy. But I knew there was no way out of it. “I’m Dad,” I practiced saying. “I’m your Dad, Dave.”

Dad beamed. “That’s right, Dad!” he said. “And I’m your son, Cody. I know it sounds a little silly now, because we’re in the wrong bodies, but we’ll fix that on Saturday. And all our money problems will be solved! I also took a week off work just in case this happened so we have time to adjust and learn about each other” Dad said.

I gave a weak grin as he left. In a few days I would be in my dad’s body with a completely different life. No more hanging out with my friends, studying for upcoming exams, or even get a chance to ask the cute guy in my class out for a date. But worst of all; I had yet to gather courage to come out to my conservative family, and now was not be the time for that seeing as I soon would be forced to live as my straight dad… However, that did start making me wonder…

—

Later in the evening I was lying in bed in my underwear, trying to imagine what it would feel like after the swap. I was going to be my own Dad. I was going to be older. I was going to have his beefy muscles. I was going to have his bearded face and his hairy chest. I was going to have his smell and use his cock for fucking. I was going to have to see him naked, in the shower, in the mirrors, in my dreams. I was going to have to wear his clothes, his voice, his smell. For the rest of my—

Suddenly Dad burst into my room without knocking. “Hey, Dad!” he said.

I was in the middle of jerking off and imagining myself as him and now here he was. “Dad! Get out!” I yelled.

“It’s ‘Cody’, remember? I just want to say I’m so glad you agreed to do this swap, to live in this body for the rest of your life.” He gestured down to his bulky older body. “What are you doing there? Are you jacking off? It’s okay, I’m also a college boy,” he said, “I do that all the time.” He had a smirk on his face. “The sooner we get used to this the easier it’ll be, 'Dad’!”

I noticed he was dressed for bed, with just a sweatshirt and boxers. “I thought it was time to get to know our new bodies. Just so you know, this is the body you’ll be living in starting on Saturday.”

Before I could protest, he pulled off the sweatshirt, exposing his huge hairy chest. It was ages since I had last seen him completely shirtless—not since Lucas brought it up and made him self-conscious about it last year. Soon however I would be feeling them and seeing them every day, for the rest of my life. “DAD! Stop!” I yelled, trying to hide my erection under the blankets.

“It’s ’Cody’ now,” he repeated. “I’m so looking forward to being a young college jock and hooking up with all kinds of gorgeous girls again.” he sneered. He continued pulling off his boxers, and showed me his giant dangling member for the first time. Suddenly the sheer magnitude of what was happening struck me. My dad was standing naked in front of me, showing off his hairy muscled body, and in a few days it would all be mine, forever. "You know, as much as I’ve loved being in my body over the years, it’s just not the same anymore. Age and work have really taken its toll on me. Sorry, 'Dad’. This is going to be your body now.” Now completely nude, he turned around, showing me his ample butt and his thick hairy thighs, his wide feet, his slightly jutting muscle stomach.

“Cody,” I said, struggling to get the words out.

“Yes, Dad?” he asked, walking toward me.

“I-I’m not sure about this… I can’t live in that body…” I stuttered, looking up at my imposing dad and feeling my erection under the blanket twitching.

“You’ll get used to it,” he said, smiling. He patted me on the shoulder. “Anyway, Mom told me since you’re going to be her husband now, it’s time for you to get used to sleeping in her bed. This is my room now, until I eventually move out. You can wear my boxers if you like.”

I got out of bed, still shocked at what was happening. Though for some reason I didn’t feel weird about being naked. Dad looked at my chest, my strong arms, and my cock slightly wet with pre-cum. He looked like he couldn’t wait to be living in my body. I couldn’t blame him for being excited about the change. I was dreading it horribly.

I walked over and put his boxers on. “They’ll fit better after we change bodies, Dad,” he said as I was trying to move the uncomfortable dampness away from my crotch. “Oh, and one more thing,” he said, suddenly standing behind me. Before I knew it I felt his strong rugged hand push my face against his armpit. It was hairy, wet and absolutely reeked. “This is what you’ll smell like from now on. Better get used to it, Dad.” He laughed, while rubbing my face all over his musk. Thankfully I pushed him away and got out of the room before he saw the cum dripping down his boxers I now wore. I walked down the hall and crawled into my parent’s bed, the bed I would be sleeping in as “Dave” for the rest of my life. Saturday was approaching. I only had a few more days to live as my college self. As I crawled into bed with Mom, I gently touched my slick penis, knowing soon I would never be feeling it this small again. I gently touched the skin of my scrotum. Soon it would be my dad’s thick and hung ones instead. I fell asleep to my future smell oozing from the pillow, the sticky boxers I wore, and the sweat particles still deeply imprinted in my nose - My dad’s musk, “Dave's” musk, MY musk, for the rest of my life.

—

The next few days were weirder by the day. Mom and Da-er, Cody both said I had to start waking up early before everyone in the morning, ironing my dad’s shirts, preparing to go to work and all the other things Dad did daily. I hadn’t realized before just how… traditional our family really was, just below the surface. Dad had always been a white-collar worker, the moneymaker, the one who put food on our table. Now, I would be that white-collar worker and work my ass off every day…

Friday night, as Mom…er… Susan and I climbed into bed, before turning off the light she turned to me and said something that chilled me.

“There’s some other things you’ll be doing as my husband, but I just can’t bear to do them when you look like that. Which means when you get back tomorrow evening, I’ll be all ready for you.”

I quailed as she turned out the light, and didn’t sleep a wink that night.

The next morning, Dad… Cody was ready before I was. He had dressed in his best shirt, tight pants that accentuated his ass, and trimmed his beard. I could also tell he was going commando underneath, as the outline of his crotch was clearly visibly through the pants. He winked at me.

“It’s a shame to leave Mom, but I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad.” I felt like I couldn’t breathe. He then walked me through getting dressed in the outfit he wanted to be wearing later - one with tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, emphasizing my body. My body that I was about to lose.

“Finally, we’re here!” Cody said and beckoned us inside. We met Dr. Larry and soon we parted ways with Mom… Susan. “OK, just put these gowns on and the process will begin shortly” Dr. Larry said before departing. We both went to the changing room, stripped ourselves, and put our gowns on. Unfortunately the attire did very little to hide the sudden erection I was sporting after seeing a glimpse of my dad’s naked muscular body - soon to be my naked muscular body. However, it seemed as if he too was sporting a massive erection, protruding out against the lower section of his gown, as he stared and smiled at me. When we eventually returned, a bunch of doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrode-like things were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I suddenly heard him yell and opened my eyes, instinctively looking towards the other side of the room. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “… will be yours…”

I could only nod before everything went dark.

…

There were clouds everywhere, I could feel their softness between my toes. In front of me, my naked dad Dave was smiling. He had the biggest grin upon his face, when suddenly light began to emit brightly beneath him, coming up through the clouds. He reached behind his back quickly and pulled out a rope. He threw one end like a bolas at me and the next thing I knew I was completely tied up! He pulled the rope towards himself, dragging the now naked and tied up me along with it. He began to laugh joyously, as he pulled faster and faster. The light began to engulf everything and it was becoming harder and harder to see. I tried to shove my feet into the clouds to stop the pull but there was nothing to provide grip. Within a matter of seconds I slipped over onto my back, letting out a gasp as I began to be pulled even faster and closer towards my own naked dad. My dad yanked the rope one final time with all his strength and suddenly I flew towards him at full speed, hitting him in the chest before being slowly pulled inside. I felt my essence merge into his flesh as I was engulfed by his bigger, stronger body.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” He laughed, his voice becoming more and more distant.

…

The bright light had stopped and everything was now dark. I could feel myself breathing heavily, my heart pounding fast. A consistent high pitched beeping sound from a nearby heart monitor reminded me I was in the hospital. I felt strange, slightly heavier. I opened my eyes and looked over to my left, and there was my body, grinning and bouncing off the table. He buttoned up his gown, looked down, and positively beamed. I looked down at myself. My view was blocked by two giant mounds of hairy flesh, and a massive protruding pole sticking straight up.

I was now my Dad. Forever. No escape, no reverse.

I sat up. Immediately I felt all of my new body settle around me. My huge muscles, my hard stomach, my thick thighs. I immediately started to panic.

“Oh no no no…” I tried to say, and felt the difference in my mouth, my teeth, my voice. It was all my dad’s.

I had a gown covering my body and I had to undo it to see the damage. A college jock was in the bed next to me—I knew that was my body, but it was so confusing to see him, it might as well have been a complete stranger. I needed to process my own body first. I buttoned the gown up and pulled them apart. There they were. Two massive hairy pecs. My dad’s pecs. My pecs. Huge, dense, bushy mounds of muscle capped with tiny nipples—my nipples, now. I gently touched my hand to the right nipple. My hand looked so big and rugged. My nipple felt incredibly sensitive and strange.

I took the massive pectoral in my hand and squeezed it, then flexed it to feel how hard it could get. This was part of my body now. The other one was too. I continued to feel anxious, terrified, and horny. What have I done? What did I agree to? I had to live in this body for the rest of my life? How would I ever get a boyfriend like this? What dreams and plans did I have now? What was the point of all this?

I bent forward and brushed the hair on my chest aside to look at the protruding, thick and twitching cock between my thighs. My hairy beefy thighs. Curly dark hair growing around the root, the foreskin barely holding the mushroom head from popping out, and a stench of semen and a familiar musk oozing out from its slit. I had never really held another man’s private part before, seeing as I was still closeted and being too afraid to get myself exposed. Now I realized I would have to touch and care for this unfamiliar member pulsating between my legs for the rest of my life.

I looked at the stranger on the opposite table, who had taken his gown off. The handsome college jock was playing around with his cock and his new balls. He looked so happy. I desperately wished for that happiness. I would never feel that again. He looked at me, my stomach, my cock, and down at his own genitals. He grinned uncontrollably. He was truly happy. As I shifted in the bed with my massive thighs and heavy weigh, as I contemplated my hard muscle stomach and my new fat member, I realized I would never be that young and virile ever again. I missed my body and youth so much, but it would be impossible for them to reverse this. This body was a hairy, musky prison I would die in. I sighed in defeat.

There were no words capable of describing the amount of dread I felt, and every mild inch my body moved was a constant reminder that it wasn’t mine. The only thing that felt natural were the tears in my eyes, at least until they slipped out and traversed and defined the much different shape of my cheeks. Nothing was the same. I couldn’t even cover my own face to hide my emotions, as my upbringing had taught me that men should be strong. As I ran my finger through my eyes I was so unaccustomed to the shape and distance of this body, from point A to point B – it’s arms, height, even the lengths of his fingers – everything, it was all wrong!

I think the worst part of it all, was my less than sympathetic companion, who had only just now put my own cock away to talk to me. “Come on now, it’s not that bad. You are a real man now!” I didn’t even have to remove the hands from my eyes to know he had spoken those words with a quirky smile on his face. Slowly moving my fingers from my eyes, I was greeted to my own face, with curled eyebrows, sure, but a smile more built on amusement than sympathy. It was as if his expression was saying… “I had to put up with that for almost 40 years, now it’s your problem. Get over it.” In-fact, you were 100% certain that’s what he was thinking, as he quipped… “It’s a pain, but at least you didn’t have to deal with it for more than a few minutes.”

“W–why are you so happy about this? Can’t you see I didn’t want this?” I asked him. It was so telling that even now, rather than dip into a somber forgiveness, he simply quirked his lips to the side and thought about how to answer. I knew my dad had been looking forward to this – it was obvious. Yet I somehow wanted to believe it was pressure from my mom, or being a dutiful father, but it was clear that from the moment it was announced, he was eager. I even remember the delight on his face when it was his name that was drawn after mine. He never even feigned sympathy, yet I tried to overlook it. He even unveiled his body to me the day of, as if to rub in and haunt me that that old body would be mine and not his. One could begin to wonder if he somehow messed with the name-drawing back then…

Now he stands before me, shrugging and once more smiling along with it. “I get to live life all over again as a handsome jock, what’s not to like about that?” Spoken as a matter-of-fact, as if there couldn’t even be another side of himself he could be portraying.

“What kind of father are you? Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for turning me into you!?” I exclaimed at him, but all I was returned was this blank stare.

“First off “Dad” we discussed this, my name is Cody. Second, why would I? It was random, it could have just as easily been your sister, or your mom or whomever.” Of course what he said were facts, but they were so cold and heartless.

“Don’t you feel guilty at all for… for taking my age, or my future, or… EVERYTHING!?”

“Listen, we HAD to do it for money, we needed it. Am I happy to switch with you? Yes, I am, I’m super excited about being young again, it feels AMAZING. Put yourself in my shoes… heh… should be easy now; imagine you had the ability to swap with your son Cody, me, you’d be delighted, wouldn’t you? That’s how I felt, and how I feel now. Listen, getting old sucks, everyday you start to feel like you could have some huge medical issue, and your body just doesn’t work right. I mean, just listen…” He stopped himself and pulled me up to my feet for the first time. As I rose onto my new huge feet, I felt one of my ankles crack, then twice in my back, which was sharp and painful, to the point I had to let out a sharp noise. Seeing me bent over, trying to get comfortable standing up straight, with one of my eyes shut from the sudden sharp pain, he simply smirked and said: “I rest my case.”

Standing there, I knew what he was trying to say, and I started to understand why he would be delighted to leave this body behind. Even if my dad was still attractive for his age, the body itself just did not feel as energized and strong as it looked like. “Try and tell me you feel rested. I bet your head feels like it’s being heavy with lead, as you’ve been over-working yourself for the past four years. I bet your feet are still hurting from yesterday, and you have this kink in your back that just NEVER goes away, like you have a crack to crack, but you can just never work it out. Am I right?” Everything he said was the exact annoying details I was picking up on, and it was just the surface layer.

“I stopped enjoying my life after being forced to pick up that boring office job nineteen years ago, and I started hating being old around thirty-three.” He said, leaving me only wondering how to respond. I got it, I understood where he was coming from, but I also couldn’t.

“I’m your own son, you should at least feel bad about turning me – or at least not continue to smirk like that!” My statement crumbled to simple annoyance at his continued amusement at my constant squirming in his damn body.

“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t be rubbing it in, but when you’re truly happy, it’s hard to hide it. Besides, I feel like an advocate for all parents and fathers, when I say that… we’ve all been kind of wishing that the younger generation and especially our own children would have to deal with our problems just once.” He said with a satisfied smirk as he panned his gaze up and down the body he used to inhabit, taking extra interest in my livid face.

“You really do want this? You want me to be miserable!?”

“Listen, in a few days, I think you’ll understand it better. All those times you talked back to me, even calling me lazy and "just sitting in front of the TV watching crap,” I bet you wouldn’t have made those comments if you knew the body I had to lug around. This is a good experience for you. You’re part of the reason that body looks and feels the way it does, you know.“ He had a response for everything, but it always sided with himself.

"I’m not your only kid, why doesn’t Mariah and Lucas have to go through this!?”

“If I could let you all experience being me, I would. Except you just happened to be unlucky and it chose you and me. But I’m glad it did though. Having to go through high school as Mariah would have been too much, and I don’t want to be a young teenage boy like Lucas again. I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body – no, I can, it’s exactly the opposite of how you feel right now, Dad. I’ve been feeling that way for at least seven years now, in terms of the aches and such, not to mention just how uncomfortable my back is becoming.” Of course he made sure to add the simple statement with more ways to beat it home just what I was now.

“Listen, if you don’t like that body, then surely you can understand why I don’t? Anyway, you will get used to it, you’re a strong person. If I can do it, so can you.” It was the most uplifting thing he had said to me up 'til now, which was more sad than anything else. “The most important thing is to continue to do what you have been doing these days before you got your real body, and just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter, that’s just the facts now. I know it was difficult calling me Cody before, but I think it will be easier now that I look the part. I also think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you now, too.” He ended his spiel by doing something which made my whole heart jump seemingly into my throat… he put a mirror up to my face. Seeing my dad’s body out below me was enough to convince me, but if I had any doubt, it was gone the moment I saw my dad’s brown eyes staring back at me. His eyes always made him look tired, like they were trying to lean right off of his face, it was slight, but that’s always how I saw it. His rigid nose with a ballooning tip, to the remarkably thin and almost small lips just a midge below it, to his jaw which was adorned with the perfectly groomed beard from this morning, as it seemed to blend perfectly down his neck in certain lighting - it was all my face now. Everything I tried to move, now reflected back to me in the mirror perfectly. In only moments I had seen more new faces I had never seen from my dad before, because… they were my old expressions… on my dad’s face. “T-take that away, I already know what you look l-” I stopped and turned around.

My voice. It was my dad’s voice. I had only just then begun to hear it, that deep, rich - sometimes raspy voice of my dad’s, I could hear it. Not only that, I felt it. I could feel my words vibrating through his throat and seeming to get stuck, coming packed with air, sometimes rumbling more than intended, and it all served to provide the voice I had grown so accustomed to ignoring or getting yelled at with, because it usually meant I was going to be ordered around. Now it was mine, EVERY time I spoke from now on, I would have that quality to my voice. I wasn’t sure why I thought that one quality wouldn’t change, like I would somehow still be able to speak as Cody, but that was gone too. I looked, felt, sounded and if he got his way, would perhaps end up living and acting like… my dad, Dave.

“I’m still attractive, you know… you don’t have to look at my former face like it’s some hideous wreck.” He sighed while grabbing me by my bearded cheeks. “You’re 42 and only have the slightest hint of wrinkles, just a few crow’s feet around your eyes, and not an ounce of baby face on your face. You should be happy, your complexion is great. Now come on and get dressed. We can’t stay in here forever, Dad.”

“Dad…” I murmured a few times as I took off the gown and put on the outfit my dad had come with. It was sad that I knew how to wear it, he taught me that beforehand, with the exact shirt and pants. I winched at the feeling of having to push my new hefty member into the pants. I felt so defeated as I stood up with his tall stature, struggling to finding my center of gravity, and already finding an instinct to scratch the beard itching against my chin. “You look great in that, Dad.” He said, smiling and nodding at the bulge clearly visible through the soft pants. I wanted to protest, but I would only be insulting myself if I did. What could I do? Shout “I don’t want to be you!” and run off? If I wanted to do that, I should have done it before. I was in his body now, it was over, I was my dad, forever… there was no second chance or redo. I was a 42-year old father, and as my… son Cody said - there was nothing I could do to ever change that.

I took one long deep breath and raised my hands out for me to see, which required quite the rotation of my elbows, as my new massive chest hid away so much of my lower body. Still, the sight of my dad’s hands rising to my whim, I tried to take it in for what it was. It was my body now, whether I wanted it or not, just as my former dad had said, it was a fact.

As we left the room, we were approached by Larry and his less than pretty female assistant. They each took to one of us, first together, then separate, asking us questions about the procedure; “How do you feel?”, “Any strange oddities?”, “Is the body properly responding to your commands?”, and many more questions. I made sure to tell him everything, because if nothing else, I didn’t want to end up dead due to some complication I overlooked, even if that alternative at the time felt like a decent one. Unfortunately, most of my complaints about my dad’s body were met with: “That’s normal for a man of your age-” His eyes would drift to my bulge, in-fact, they were there most of our conversation. Of course they were, it was my dad’s greatest asset, and one this dress pant he made sure I had to wear was quick to show off. It was no longer protruding out at least, the pants made sure of that, but now I was stuck feeling like I was being blueballed constantly . It was less of a relief, and more of a lateral move.

Beyond that, he made me take all sorts of physical tests: move my hand here, touch that, do this, and so on. After that, it was a series of personal questions about my old life as Cody. Then it was questions only my dad would know. Thankfully, I didn’t have any of his memories, and I remembered mine just fine… but in a way, I almost wished I couldn’t. Eventually his tests were over and he handed me some sort of document.

“Unfortunately, this technology is still very new, so any matters, or matters like or akin to, or rather of legality related to your new identity will have to be handled locally. That said, or spoken I guess, congratulations! You are officially the first human to ever switch bodies with another individual and with such a large age gap at that. Is it… how does it feel?” The man spoke so dry, that seeing him smile at the end was unnerving.

“How does it feel? I feel awful! Look at me, I’m a 42-year dad!”

“O-oh, I was… um… I was… yes. I was under the assumption this was all understood and desired by both parties…” Finally some emotion came out of him, but it seemed to be more fear. Fear that maybe I might sue him or something, maybe. Maybe I could, but what would do that for me? More money? Great, but it would only take money away from the person who might be able to fix this somehow.

“Compliant? Hardly! My parents basically drew my name from a hat and said here, it’s your fault the family is in debt, go fix it! It was one big guilt trip I had no part in.” Hearing my end of it he relaxed, probably just due to his own sake not being a potential factor anymore.

“So you don’t want to be your father?” He asked me, seeming surprised somehow.

“Would you!? Who would want to be their own dad? I was a 20-year old college jock!” I screamed at him.

“Well… to be fair, your father is a very… handsome man, so I thought maybe… perhaps you might…” He trailed off as he leered over my body.

“So what if my dad’s body a friggen perfect ten?! That still wouldn’t make me want to be him and lose half of my life! I’m practically on my deathbed!”

“Now, that’s harsh. He’s nowhere near that old.” He reassured me.

“Then you can take his body! Enjoy the age, the stress, the pain in back and everything else!” The more I yelled at him, the more I realized how far I was from embracing anything about this. It wasn’t like I could just accept it all at once. “Sorry… it’s not your fault. It’s my damn dad’s fault. He took my body with a smile on his face…” I let out a long sigh and threw my hands behind my neck, finding some comfort in how thick and hard it felt against my shaking hands.

“I have to ask though, can I really never go back? I-I don’t care if it’s not my old body, but I just don’t want to be this old and having to live my dad’s life…” I asked him. I wanted the ability to go back, or at least somewhere else rather than my dad’s old backbreaking life. Realizing if worse came to worst, I would have to run away from it all… at least that might give me some real closure with my new self…

Read Part Two HERE

Read Part One HERE

(Change from First-Person Perspective to Third-Person Perspective)

“I wont sugar coat it; it’ll be impossible to swap you back to your own, or anyone else’s, body.” The man hastily stated, sounding a bit remorseful in his tone. Cody was wide eyed and placed both hands onto his face. For the rest of his life, he’ll be a dilf; his own dad, no less. But, there was no way he would comply with this fully. Although he won’t tell anyone, especially his own family, there was no way he would live his dad’s life. Being both a dutiful father at home and the family’s moneymaker was not who he is. He is still Cody, regardless of what his body looks like. Not to mention his mind was still attracted to men, so sleeping with his own mother was beyond questions!

“Guess that’s it then,” he falsely agreed. “I’m stuck as this and will just have to live as him.” The man nodded and set forward with final paperwork and preparations. After spending another day there, Cody and his dad were given the green light to go back home. Remaining silent the whole time, he concocted a scheme to give himself some control back.

Cody hastily bolted inside once the car parked in his drive. Dipping into his old room for a second, he snags his saved trove of cash. Not much more than a few hundred dollars, he figures every bit helps for his plan. After that he locked himself in his parents’ room for the rest of the night. His family members let him be, figuring he should be left alone to get used to himself. And he did exactly that; being a gay college kid and doing some intimate exploration of his new mature dad body. The sensations he felt achieving climax certainly felt better than as his old inexperienced self; one benefit in all this. Perhaps he could learn to live with this body after all. Afterwards was the setup; grabbing a suitcase, he packed it full of as much of his dad’s clothing and shoes as possible. Fitting in many pairs of underwear, socks, shoes and conventional clothing, he stuffed the pockets full of his father’s accessories, including his wedding ring.

Cody remained idle until late at night, when everyone slept. His mom had taken to sleeping in the guest bedroom for now, leaving no one to watch Cody. Slipping on one of his dad’s old jockstraps, with tank top and basketball shorts that did nothing to hide his plump butt, he slipped his large feet into his dad’s most comfortable sneakers and slipped out through the window, thankful that his parent’s room was on the ground floor. With suitcase in tow, Cody sprinted away from his house, slightly aroused by the feeling of freedom and his muscles tensing powerfully with every movement. Having looked on his phone earlier, Cody makes his way to a 24-hour pawn shop.

“Hello,” he greeted, walking in appearing as an imposing man. “I’ve got some of my old clothes and jewelry I need to sell.” He said, dumping out all of his dad’s, no, now it was all his, things onto the counter. The clerk spent twenty minutes examining every piece for authenticity and value, totaling the lot at a few thousand dollars. Joyous, Cody managed to earn an extra grand by using a little forcefulness with his new muscled body. Leaving with pockets full of cash, he knew what to do next.

He didn’t sleep the whole night, as he spent the hours walking and taking buses intermittently, leaving his house behind, followed by his hometown, then county, then state. Even though he was exhausted, he knew it was worth it. There was no way in hell he would live his dad’s life. Having no aspirations, working seven days a week, and being married to his own mom… Basically having to live a basic straight man’s life! So the best option was to leave it and his original one behind, creating a brand new one. “Serves them right for forcing that shit on me.” He murmured to himself. After five days of travel, with a couple relaxing nights in motels, Cody had managed to get three states away from his old home.

Settling down in another motel room, Cody spent half the day flipping through catalogues with local apartment listings. Finding one that appealed to him, he zipped on over to check the place out. A quaint apartment complex, the apartment itself consisted of a bedroom, bathroom, with a living area/kitchen. It was just what Cody needed, with rent less then a grand. Moving in was a breeze, since he only had what was in his suitcase; this was acceptable with him, since furniture could be a later investment. He did at least pay to have a bed delivered, bringing his current savings to almost two grand now.

Resting himself on the fresh yet smelling mattress, Cody slipped into the nude to relax. “It’s been a long week, but I’ve done it.” He sighed, playing with his chest hair and fondling his crotch. “All that’s left is to find a job, and I’ll be all set.” He decided, masturbating to climax multiple times before showering and falling asleep.

The next morning Cody sat calmly for the first time to take a moment to assess his situation. He had a limited amount of resources that would rapidly diminish soon if he didn’t get a job. He couldn’t use his dad’s credit cards or he could be traced. In fact, he couldn’t use any of his dad’s past job skills to apply for a job or he could be traced. He had to come up with a new identity all together. He pondered for a while and come up with the name “Dennis Jones”, still keeping close resemblance to his dad’s former name, but being a more youthful version as that is what his mind truly was; a twenty-year old boy. He then realized he would have to then get a job that didn’t require too much skill, especially as he was in reality just a college kid with no experience of life whatsoever. This was another reason why he had to run off. First, the thought of having sex with a woman was disgusting to him. He still liked men, no matter what this body of his was used to. Second, to potentially have sex with his own mom? God that would ruin him for life! Finally, to try and be a father to his own dad living his life in his body, that was too much to bear or witness. Just too depressing. No, this was for the best.

So now instead of being a twenty-years old closeted college kid, he was now a middle-aged homosexual dad who had run away from his family. “Guess I was always just a fag trapped in a straight man’s body” he silently joked to himself. Cody, or rather Dennis as he would call himself from now on, got on his laptop and scoured the dark web, something he was intimately familiar with as a former tech savvy young man, and found a source to get a fake driver’s license, birth certificate and social security card. It cost him a good chunk of his resources, almost a thousand dollars, but it was the cheapest he could find. They were delivered to him the next day by overnight mail and then he released the remaining money due.

Now he was all set as he went out to find a job. He ended up getting a job at a local sport store. The manager was skeptical at first wanting to know why he was wanting a job with them. “Well my wife and children were killed in a car accident a year ago and I haven’t worked since I got out of school so I’m afraid I am not very skilled in a lot of things, but I need a job badly.” The manager felt very sorry for Dennis and hired him. After a month of being Dennis Jones and working at the store he was settling in nicely.

One day, there was a young 26 years-old colleague who got relocated to his store. He was extremely attractive, and reminded Dennis much of an older version of the cute guy he always wanted to ask out back when he was still Cody. When he later discovered that he attractive man was gay too, Dennis began trying to gather the courage to approach him and talk. However, never having had the chance to come out to another person and now being self-conscious about his older body, left Dennis pondering his decision to do so.

Nevertheless, Dennis had settled into his new life comfortably within a month. Working at the store wasn’t too frustrating, and he made stable money from it. Despite still not being entirely used to being an older man, he had at least become more accepting of his new self. To the point he actively dressed sexily to show off his body’s features, and touched himself on a whim. His apartment was coming along nicely; he was never one for interior decorating, but he still felt proud how it turned out. Lastly, he saved enough of his tips to re-buy the same type of game console he had left behind of the night he ran from home for his new life. Of course he had to create a new account with new credentials, and naming his new avatar something like: ‘GamingDaddy42’.

“Just because I’m a grown man now doesn’t mean I can’t like the same stuff as a younger guy.” He reasoned, playing games on his free time whenever he didn’t work. And in a way, this life was marginally better than when he was Cody. He didn’t have to worry about college and grades anymore, or cater to his family whenever they needed his help. He only had to worry about himself and work now as Dennis Jones.

Yet, the demons of his past still tried clawing him back into hell. One night of browsing the internet revealed an article from his hometown about “Cody’s missing father.”

“Oh shit.” He cursed to himself, realizing his restrictive family was actively seeking to get him back. Thankfully, his family didn’t have any recent pictures of Dennis’ body, with the newest being from a vacation ten years prior. “That’ll give me some extra cover.” Dennis sighed with relief, taking stock of actions he could take.

For one, the months since the swap has given him lots of time to visit chiropractors, exercise and eat better, making his dad’s huge body more fit and with better posture (from remembering proper workout routines back in his former body, and also in an attempt to attract his cute gay coworker). An effort that served well as his mature body no longer felt the pain that used to plagued his father, leading him to blame his dad’s laziness for all this body’s problems. “Without all those pains, this body is actually pretty awesome… ” Dennis often pondered, running a hand through his bushy chest. He just needed a few more changes and then it hit him, “A simple haircut and and some cool tattoos!” He exclaimed, feeling no remorse stylizing and altering the body that once used to belong to his dad.

The next day, his disguise was complete; he was originally thinking of shaving it all off, but decided on something more stylish instead. A few tattoos were also added to his back and thick arms. By the end of it he was looking incredible. A real sexy muscle daddy even Dennis would consider dating himself… if it weren’t for the fact that it was his own dad. As an added bonus, he also noticed the coworker he had a crush on began taking glances at him and smiling with sincere interest. ‘Dennis Jones, you’re on your way.’ He told himself, squeezing his own large pecs in the mirror at work. As a whole new man, Dennis lay in bed in relief that night. Another check revealed the article was eventually taken down due to no answers, meaning his trail was cold once again. Safe and secure, he stripped and thought of his coworker, as he grabbed the thick cock between his thighs that he had come to love and pleasured himself to orgasm once again… before falling asleep.

—

Dennis woke up and decided this was the day he was going to ask that young man out on a date. He was feeling much more confident now and comfortable as Dennis, and him working out had certainly made his father’s body fit, strong and quite attractive. The energy he now had even made his tired and weary face look much younger. That made him smile as he realize the permanent swap with his dad might not have been to his disadvantage after all. Who knew if he would have ever looked this good when he got to this age in his former body. He may be a 42-years old daddy but he could surely pass for a 30-years old hunk!

Today he decided to wear a tank-top to accentuate his massive tattooed biceps and a skin-tight sport shorts that showed a fair amount of his large bulge. It actually felt so good now whenever he put on one of his former dad’s old jockstrap, sliding it up alongside his hairy legs and feeling it fit him perfectly always turned him on.

After clocking into work and putting his nametag on he worked at his station keeping an eye on the young colleague he was interested in. The guy’s name was Carl and he had long brown hair that seemed to always sway towards the perfect side. He had a very fit and attractive body, was quite tall (though not taller than Dennis), two nicely defined arms and a great ass attached to two very strong legs. He also had a wolf tattoo on his right inner arm that sometimes peaked out when he wore short sleeves.

After a few hours, Dennis took his ten minute break and went to the break room where Carl was standing on the balcony and having a smoke. Dennis got a cup of coffee and went over to his side.

“Hey Carl. My name is Dennis. I’ve been meaning to introduce myself for the past few weeks but I guess the opportunity hasn’t come up until now.”

Carl’s face lit up and smiled, and it was a great white smile. “Hey. I’ve noticed you too Dennis and I have wanted to introduce myself as well.”

“So how long have you worked for this store?”

“About three years. Ever since I dropped out of university.”

“I never really made it there myself. In fact, I didn’t even finish my basic courses.” Dennis explained, not mentioning he was forced from once just starting his college courses to now being an older dad.

“I heard from our manager about what happened to your family. I’m so sorry to hear that.” Carl said, putting a hand on Dennis’ much taller shoulder. It felt so warm and comforting.

“Thanks. I appreciate that. But to be honest, in reflection I realize that I was trapped in a marriage that wasn’t right for my….uh my….my lifestyle, if you know what I mean.” Said Dennis coyly.

Carl blushed a bit and then smiled and said, “Yes, I know exactly what you mean. I guess it was harder for a man of your generation to live the life they wanted, unlike mine.”

Dennis was saddened at the phrase “your generation” when inside he knew in reality that this attractive man was actually just six years older than him. But now he was basically seen by him as a middle-aged man… No! He was going to do it even if he was shut down!

“Yes… Yes it was… Listen, I was wondering. I just moved to this town and I don’t know anyone beyond work or what there is to do here. Would it be too forward for me to ask…..”

“I’d love to Dennis, I mean I would love to show you around. Is this evening too soon?” Carl’s face lit up once again, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment for ages.

“No, this evening would be great actually.” Dennis smiled, relieved that he hadn’t been disregarded as a predator of some sort.

“Great! I will meet you after work in the parking lot and we can go from here, unless you need to go home first?”

“No. After work would be wonderful. Well, I guess I better get back to work. I’ll see you tonight Carl.” With that Dennis got up and walked out of the break room, making sure he was showing off his firm ass on the way out and feeling the eyes of Carl and other female colleague fixated on him.

The rest of the day seems to last forever as Dennis anxiously awaited for work to end. His shift finally ended and he clocked out and walked outside to meet Carl. As he arrived in the parking lot he saw Carl sitting by his car and waiting for him, somehow having found the time to groom and dress himself up in a very unique fashion.

Dennis huffed his chest as he stepped out of the store, cheerily waving to Carl as he was telling himself he could do this. His date smiled and opened the passenger door to his car, in a chauffeur-like manor. As his heavy weight creaked under the seat, Dennis took in how fragrant Carl’s car smelled inside; evidence of someone who took pride in minor details. Carl gets into the driver seat and places a hand on Dennis’ shoulder, “I’ve got quite a few good places in mind to take you, but I wanna ask, is there anywhere you want to visit in particular?” he asks.

Dennis thinks for a moment and utters, “I hear downtown has a park with sculptures that lights up at night. I thought it might be pretty to see.”

Carl smiles and says, “Oh, that’s a very popular spot here for lovers… but it’s definitely a place worth experiencing! But I’ve got a few other places to take you until then.” And so the two drive off, Dennis rubbing his thighs together as they drive. He finds himself taking glances up and down Carl’s body, from his defined legs to his handsome head bouncing up and down with the music. Dennis stopped to think for a moment, thinking that if he was still Cody, he might never have had a moment like this. Shrugging his shoulders, Dennis enjoys the trip as he’s brought to a popular local diner.

He and Carl have a peaceful meal, where upon they joke and tell stories of work, remembering customers who weren’t always right in the head. Dennis feels his heart beat with every laugh, finding himself sweating being around Carl and being so friendly like this. It makes him feel great, completely forgetting his past as basically two people. They didn’t spend too much time after finishing eating, leaving a gratuitous tip and hopping back in Carl’s car.

This time, Carl takes him to the nearby mall complex, the Golden Palace. Full of fun shops and activities, Carl grabs onto Dennis’ hand and leads him inside. Dennis happily goes along and breathes heavily; feeling his member straining against the jockstrap and become damp. They visit different shops; apparel, jewelry, and even a video game store, whereas Dennis is happily surprised to find out Carl being a gamer too. They both pitch in to buy two copies of an RPG game they were both interested in for a while, planning on hanging out in the virtual space, too. With the last store being a clothes shop, Dennis brings up the idea of trying on swimwear for the upcoming summer. Carl agrees and they pick out apparels without showing each other. They make it a game of stepping in an out of the dressing rooms to show off how they look in tight swimwear. Carl seemed to really eyeball Dennis’ hairy muscular body and its straining bulge, barely held in by a tight speedo. With almost his full body on display and a bulge perpetually growing against the tight fabric, Carl finds himself shift in his seat, visibly getting turned on from Dennis. Who in turn notices, and purchases the suit for sexual viewing for both himself and Carl.

Both in heat and it being dark enough, Carl drives them down to Dennis’ suggested spot. Walking along the lit paths, various metal sculptures resembling people and abstract shapes were lit up by a rainbow of LEDs, making them stand out in artistic appeal. The two lovers pointing out at sculptures they took a liking to, laughing at those they found confusing or ugly. At the center of the park where all the paths connected was a circular area, a lit fountain in the middle with benches all around. Taking a seat together, Dennis nuzzled his head against Carl’s shoulder, as he placed an arm over him. “Today was amazing.” Dennis told him, with tears forming in his eyes. “Never before has a day been this magical.” Which was true; back with his family, Cody was always one of many kids, with parents who did not really care for them and always made it a point that everyone pulled their own weight. It wasn’t an unpleasant life, but Cody felt left out many a time, never able to talk about personal feelings with his parents and siblings, especially with his sexuality. Solidified with the swap, where they tried to force him to be someone he could never, nor want to be, he had to leave the oppression. He had to make a life for himself, treat himself properly and be who he wants to be. That’s when it hits him, and he knew exactly what he wanted now - he wants to always be Dennis Jones; a muscular gay daddy living by himself and working a modest job with friends around him. Despite what people see in his hometown, Cody and his father Dave are gone forever; all that was left was Dennis Jones.

“Thank you for making today a dream come true.” He told Carl, feeling his arm pull his coworker toward him and completely enveloping him by his big muscles. Carl looked up and smiled, happy to have made this man he cares about so jubilant.

“It was a pleasure for me as well,” Carl replied, groping Dennis’ right pectoral, rubbing and poking teasingly. “You know, I always had a thing for older daddies. It’s actually the reason why I got relocated in the first place. I tried to ask the boss of my last place out on a date, which he somehow took as an insult.” He continued, his eyes glossy as their eyes met. “But it all turned out for the better, as I’ve met the perfect daddy right here. Lucky me, huh?”

The air in the park stood still for what felt like hours, as they quietly stared into each others intense eyes. It was Dennis who broke the silence when he at last lowered his face towards Carl’s and mashed their lips together. A tingling sensation passed through their bodies as their love for each other solidified. They finally pulled apart, still tasting the other man’s hot breath in their mouth, before they began chuckling and giggling like kids, laughing about the joke they had made earlier of how cliche it was of movies to have a true love’s kiss in a well-lit park at the late of night. Wiping the tears from their eyes, they continued to sit there in the other’s quiet embrace until Carl had enough.

“Would you like me to make this night even more amazing?” He finally asked Dennis with a devious grin. By now, Dennis’ jockstrap was absolutely soaked with sex juices, all thanks to this attractive coworker of his. And with his offer of bedroom ecstasy, Dennis couldn’t resist and joyously exclaimed, “Yes, please!”

…

The couple got back into Carl’s car as they proceeded quickly to Carl’s apartment. It was a nice one bedroom place that was decorated eclectically and a bit bohemian matching Carl’s personality. They held hands as they walked in and Carl closed the door behind them. They then just stood there for a moment facing each other in anticipation on who would make the first move. Carl smiled as he tossed his car keys into a little ceramic bowl before he walked slowly and seductively over to Dennis.

The entire time Dennis was thinking in his head, “I am not a twenty-years old virgin boy anymore, I am a forty-two-years old mature sexy daddy. I am NOT a twenty-years old virgin boy!”

Carl then trailed his hands up against Dennis’ chest, which produced an electric shock of pleasure in Dennis, giving Carl the opportunity to lean up and gently kiss Dennis on the lips. Dennis then looked deeply into his eyes and kissed him back long and hard, their tongues really exploring each others’ for the first time. They began to make out like teenagers (which Dennis was in regards to any sexual experience), as they stumbled around into the living room before collapsing onto the sofa. As the two kissed and fondled each other, they both felt the immediate urge to shed their clothing. Carl broke free of the kissing and then stood up. He then began to slowly strip his clothes off. First, he unzipped his tight pants and let it drop to the floor so as to reveal more of his very long and sexy legs. He then began to slowly walk towards his bedroom, kicking his shoes off and unbuttoning his shirt on the way in.

“Coming lover?” he purred as he looked coyly over his shoulder, while continuing his slow walk to the bedroom.

Dennis didn’t have to be asked twice as he got up and tore off his tank-top, revealing his much hairier and beefier upper body. As he walked over and stood by the entrance Carl sauntered over and instead of turning on the light he lit about six candles on his dresser. This bathed the two of them in a warm soft glow. He then reached down and slipped out of his underwear, dropping them onto the floor. This freed and revealed his member as it now swayed freely left and right with his every movement. It was surprisingly much longer than Dennis’ was, but with not as much girth. That’s when the realization set in that this was the first male cock Dennis had ever seen (other than his own or his dad’s). The Cody part of Dennis got scared, so he felt he needed to say something.

“Carl, I um…well…what I want to say is that I…um…I may be a Daddy, but I have never, uh, I mean with another boy, uh, I mean man, I have never….”

Carl smiled at that and put his finger on Dennis’ quivering lips.

“It’s OK, daddy. I understand completely. Just let me do the driving this time. You just relax and do what you feel comfortable doing.”

Carl then looked down and slowly pulled off Dennis’ shorts. Dennis was breathing pretty heavily by now as Carl slid the jockstrap down his legs, releasing both of Dennis’ hairy balls and his fat oozing cock which bounced up against his stomach.

“My, my, my. Aren’t you the stacked one?” murmured Carl seductively as he wrapped one hand around Dennis’ member while kissing the side of his neck. He then began to massage it, slowly tugging at it rhythmically. This produced a number of loud and deep moans of approval from Dennis as this felt unlike anything he had ever experienced before. Not even the masturbating felt this good.

Carl then let go of his member and spun them around, before pushing Dennis onto the neatly folded bed. The floorboard creaked under the sudden pressure, but thankfully the bed stood firm. He then grabbed hold of Dennis’ hairy thighs before raising his legs upwards, squatted down in front of Dennis, and began playing and licking with his balls and ass crack. Carl could smell the sex on them and Dennis loved the attention.

“My, my. Someone is ready for some action.” Carl snickered slightly as he stood back up after admiring Dennis’ hairy ass that had shivered with every sensual touch. He then crawled on top of Dennis, hovering above him but his eyes barely reaching the older man’s chin. Thankfully Dennis assisted him by leaning forward so their lips could meet once again. Carl then went back down and began to fondle the meaty hairy pecs and kissed Dennis along the neck, collarbone, and shoulder, but soon worked his way down to Dennis’ chest and then began to suck and bite on his nipples causing Dennis to squirm and moan loudly. As he did so, he used his other hand to explore down until he reached Dennis’ warm throbbing ass crack. He could feel the readiness in Dennis’ hole as he toyed around the opening before then taking two fingers and inserting them into Dennis which produced a sharp grunt of approval. Carl know exactly where to go as he fingered his daddy’s man pussy. Dennis could not help it but scream in pleasure.

“Oh my fucking God Carl!! Don’t stop, please god don’t stop!!!”

Carl then unexpectedly withdrew his hand, much to Dennis’ disappointment but it gave him a chance to catch his breath. As he did Carl reached into the nightstand next to the bed and pulled out a condom. Dennis had no idea how to use one so he curiously watched on as Carl slid it onto his already slick member and distributed the ointment across it.

“Hang on. As much as I’d love to go at it raw, I don’t want either of us catching anything. I care too much about you to risk it. ” Carl smiled lovingly, as he made sure the condom was fully in place before straddling himself back on top of his older lover. As soon as the tip of mushroom head entered Dennis, he could not believe the amount of pleasure it produced quite suddenly. And in Carl’s expert hands it was like a roller coaster of sensations at one point causing Dennis to arch his back and grab the headboard as he strained to not lose it altogether. Carl then expertly began to slid all the way in until his entire member was sheathed inside Dennis’ hot hole, which was throbbing immensely by the new pleasurable sensation of having something inside it. Dennis began to feel something unlike he had ever known build up inside him, so much more intensely than his own masturbation had ever managed to produce. Carl had been judged how well his lover took his advances before carefully increasing his speed, and now that he knew Dennis was ready he doubled, no tripled, the intensity. The sounds of feverish smacking, Dennis’ moaning, and Carl’s grunting echoed across the bedroom walls, as the pounding of a muscle daddy continued for a few more minutes. Finally, this produced the desired results as Dennis’ mind went all white with all the new sensations this was producing in his inexperienced and once straight dad body.

“JESUS CHRIST MOTHER FUCKER!!!!” he screamed as suddenly the dam broke and wave after intense wave of pleasure flooded his entire body as he felt like he experienced multiple orgasms. His hard cock which had been flapping along painfully cascaded streams of his white musky seed across his hairy chest. As on cue, Carl too orgasmed, filling the condom inside Dennis’ ass with his warm virile seed.

After ten long minutes of orgasmic pulsations and Carl having collapsed on top of Dennis’ large hairy body, the sweat glistening off each others’ bodies as Carl tiredly slid himself upwards. After their lips reconnected once again, Carl rolled himself to the side and found himself resting on one of Dennis’ meaty biceps while nestling his face into the its bushy armpit. The hair was wet from perspiration and reeked of the muscle daddy’s musk, but he enjoyed its embrace nonetheless as it belonged to his muscle daddy. The lovers then lay there for what seemed like forever, cuddling and basking in the moment that had defined their love and relationship with each other forever. Dennis finally broke the peaceful silence.

“That was the most amazing fucking thing I have EVER experienced! I never knew, I mean this was… god… I don’t have the words.”

“I thought this might open your eyes to what you have been missing all these years. Now daddy, next time it’s my turn to ride that stick of yours. When in doubt, just copy what I did, trust me I will love it. I’m not letting you hog all the fun!” Carl smiled.

Dennis rolled over and looked Carl in the eyes and then leaned in and kissed him long and hard.

“Well, what are we waiting for?” smiled Dennis with a devious grin that looked like the Cheshire cat. He tugged at his fat member a few times and watched it spring to life once again. “I’m ready for round two!”

“Whoa. Sure about that old man? Don’t want to break any of your bones, now do we?” Carl teased, while playing with the chest hair of his lover.

“Well lover, I may have the body of a 42-years old muscle daddy, but inside, trust me, I’m as horny as a 20-years old college kid!”

They both chuckled at their bantering before they began to explore each other’s bodies again. And for the first time since the body swap with his father, Dennis wholeheartedly accepted that this new body and life of his… were his and only his to live.

The End

Check out Cody's POV by @verus-veritas here.

I sat at the table with my family, hiding a small smile behind my fork. My wife was nervously fidgeting, the kids were engrossed in their own worlds, and Cody—poor, unsuspecting Cody—was none the wiser about what was coming. I twirled some spaghetti on my fork, listening to the usual bickering between Mariah and Lucas. They were so caught up in their own teenage drama, they didn’t notice the weighty silence between their mother and me.

“Kids,” my wife finally said, her voice wavering slightly, “we have something important to say.”

As my wife explained Larry’s proposal, I looked at Cody, my youngest adult son.

He was the kid who had all the potential in the world but never seemed to get the breaks he deserved. He was stuck living at home while he juggled community college and part-time work. Meanwhile, I was… well, I was stuck too. At 48, life had lost its luster. I’d had my shot, but mistakes piled up, and regrets weighed heavily on my shoulders. But Cody—he still had time. He had youth, energy, a fresh start.

And I wanted it.

That’s why, when Larry first came to me with this bizarre body-swapping experiment, it wasn’t hard to decide. Sure, we needed the money. But I wanted more than that—I wanted Cody’s life. I deserved a do-over, a chance to fix everything that went wrong in my own.

So I rigged it.

Earlier that day, I had made sure everything was in place. I prepared two separate piles of names: one with just Cody’s name and one with just mine. When the time came for the drawing, I made my move. As I mixed the names in the bowl under the table, I quickly swapped out the pile of Cody’s names with the ones that only had my name on them. I could hardly contain my excitement as I imagined the surprise unfolding.

When Susan drew Cody’s name, I barely suppressed my grin. I took the bowl back from her, stirring it once more and subtly switching the slips for those that only had my name on them before handing it back. It was flawless.

When Susan drew my name, I felt a rush of adrenaline and something else—an unmistakable arousal. The thought of being Cody, living in his body, was driving me wild. I could feel the beginnings of precum in my underwear as the excitement coursed through me.

“That’s settled, then. Cody and I will switch bodies, permanently. Larry is compensating us very well for this, you know. We’ll go to his lab on Saturday.” I said, still trying to hold back my smirk.

Cody’s voice trembled as he practiced saying, “I’m Dad. I’m your Dad, Dave.”

I beamed. “That’s right, Dad!” I said excitedly. “And I’m your son, Cody. I know it sounds a little silly now, because we’re in the wrong bodies, but we’ll fix that on Saturday.”

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I pushed open Cody’s door without knocking, eager to make sure he understood the seriousness of the situation. The room was dimly lit, and Cody was in the midst of pleasuring himself, his body tensed with focus. He froze, startled by my abrupt entrance, and his face turned a deep red. The shock of the moment was palpable, a mix of surprise and embarrassment etched across his features.

I could barely contain my excitement at seeing him like this. His startled expression quickly shifted to one of frustration and discomfort as he shouted, “Dad! Get out!”

I chuckled to myself, reveling in the awkwardness of the situation. “It’s ‘Cody,’ remember?” I said, attempting to sound casual despite the provocative scene before me. “I just wanted to let you know how thrilled I am that you agreed to this swap—to live in this body for the rest of your life.” My eyes roamed over his toned, youthful physique, taking in the firm muscles and smooth skin. “What’s going on here? Are you jacking off? No worries, I’m a college guy too,” I added with a smirk, unable to suppress my satisfaction. “I do that all the time.” The thought of being him, of living in that body, made me shiver with anticipation.

He was dressed for bed in nothing more than a sweatshirt and boxers. I moved closer, peeling off the sweatshirt to reveal my muscular, hairy chest. The contrast between our bodies was stark—his youthful physique versus my well-maintained, older frame. I could see Cody’s reaction—a mix of horror and fascination—as he took in the sight of me. His embarrassment was almost tangible, and I found myself enjoying it more than I should.

As I slowly removed my boxers, I let him see my full, hanging member for the first time. His eyes widened, and he tried desperately to hide his erection under the blankets, his face flushed with a mix of shame and disbelief.

“DAD! Stop!” he yelled, his voice a strained mixture of panic and distress.

—I could still see it though—damn, he was girthier than I expected.

“It’s ‘Cody’ now,” I reiterated with a smug grin. I relished the discomfort I was causing him, savoring the power dynamics at play. “I’m so looking forward to being a young college jock and hooking up with all kinds of gorgeous girls again.” I sneered, fully enjoying his unease. I turned around, giving him a full view of my ample butt, thick thighs, and muscular stomach.

—Lucky for him, I’ve kept this body in prime condition. Even though I’m older with less time ahead of me, I’ve still got it going on, even if it’s not as much as him.

“Cody,” I said, hearing the hesitation in his voice as he stammered, “Yes, Dad?” I asked, closing the distance between us.

“I-I’m not sure about this… I can’t live in that body…” he stuttered, clearly unnerved by the sight of me and my erect form.

“You’ll get used to it,” I said with a smile, patting him on the shoulder. The gesture was meant to be reassuring, but it likely only added to his discomfort. “Anyway, Mom mentioned that since you’re going to be her husband now, it’s time for you to get used to sleeping in her bed. This is my room now, until I eventually move out. You can wear my boxers if you like.”

I watched him get out of bed, his movements hesitant and uneasy. As he donned my boxers, I couldn’t help but notice the visible discomfort on his face.

“Oh, and one more thing,” I said, stepping closer and standing behind him. I pressed his face against my armpit, feeling the warmth and sweat of my body. “This is what you’ll smell like from now on. Better get used to it, Dad.” I laughed, thoroughly enjoying the dominance of the moment as I rubbed his face against my musk.

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As Cody stumbled out of the room, I couldn’t help but get rock hard. “This is my room now,” I thought to myself.

Scanning the room, my gaze quickly landed on a pair of Cody's dirty underwear lying on the floor. Lifting the fabric to my nose, I took a deep breath of the potent mix of his cologne and sweat.

A wicked grin spread across my face as I lowered them to my groin and rubbed them against my bare, hard cock. “Soon, this will be my musk,” I grunted, “and these will fit just right.”

I noticed Cody’s phone—well, my phone now- sitting on the nightstand. Curiosity got the better of me. I picked it up, wondering what his password might be. After a moment’s thought, I tried his birthday, and to my amusement, it worked. “Ha, typical kid,” I chuckled, feeling a rush of satisfaction.

I scrolled through the phone’s interface, exploring his apps and messages until I finally found what I was looking for—Grindr. The revelation that Cody was gay wasn’t exactly a surprise, but seeing it so openly on his phone was. I had suspected as much but hadn’t realized how brazen he was about it.

Truth be told, I felt a pang of jealousy. I’ve always been bisexual, but my conservative family and my wife had kept those fantasies in check. I looked down at my soon-to-be former body—massive, muscular, and hairy. People always expected me to be the conservative, dominant type, and I’d played that role to perfection. But, in Cody’s body, I would soon be able to explore that side of myself.

I spent the rest of the night lost in Cody’s Grindr, chatting with guys and getting a taste of his world. I noticed Cody had never actually met up with anyone from the app, which seemed a bit surprising.

I got into a steamy exchange with a guy named Mark. Using Cody’s photos, I sent him some super flirty messages, and he was responding in kind. The way he talked about how he’d take me, how he’d “rail” me on Saturday night—“no arguments”—was unbelievably hot. It felt so freeing to be on the receiving end of that kind of dominance for once. It was like a fantasy coming to life, and what a way to kick off my new life in Cody’s body.

Check out Cody's POV by @verus-veritas here.

The next few days were a whirlwind of anticipation. I could hardly contain my excitement, my mind racing with thoughts of the new life that awaited me. I still had to go to work, of course—if Cody suddenly showed up in my place, people would be downright confused. So, while I went about my usual routine, Cody, bless him, handled all the ironing and prep work for me. Watching him do these tasks, his face drawn with unease, made the waiting game all the more enjoyable.

I couldn’t resist teasing him every chance I got. “It’s so strange, isn’t it?” I’d say with a sly grin. “We’re not in the correct bodies. Don’t worry, though—Doctor Larry is going to fix all of that very soon.” The way his jaw clenched every time I said it was almost too satisfying.

One evening, as he handed me a freshly ironed shirt, I smirked and quipped, “Why’d you steal my body, Dad? Trying to relive the glory days?” He didn’t respond, but the flicker of frustration in his eyes was enough to keep me grinning.

Another time, as I sat on the couch, I sighed dramatically. “I really miss my friends, Dad,” I said, emphasizing the word. “I just want to hang out with the guys again, you know, once I’m back in my body.”

Cody shot me a glare but said nothing. I pressed on, unable to help myself. “Thank God Doctor Larry promised this next swap will be permanent. I never want you in my body again, and I definitely never want to be out of it again.” The tension in the air was palpable, and I reveled in it.

Each comment, each loaded exchange, felt almost tantric, a slow build of anticipation and power. I was counting down the hours to the big day.

Finally, the morning of the swap arrived. I was so excited that I woke up at 5 a.m., my mind buzzing with energy. I decided to give this body one last hurrah. After all, it had served me well, and I wanted to send it off in style. I picked out my best shirt, a snug fit that accentuated my chest and arms, and paired it with tight pants that hugged my ass. I even spent some time trimming and grooming, ensuring everything was neat and presentable for its new owner.

When Cody—my soon-to-be new body—finally came down the stairs, his shoulders were hunched, and he looked like he hadn't slept all night. I couldn't help but grin. I leaned casually against the counter, the picture of calm anticipation, and greeted him with a cheery, "You ready?" I even threw in a wink, which made him flinch slightly. He looked like he was going to pass out.

"It's a shame to leave Mom," I said, my tone full of mock regret. I tugged at the hem of my perfectly chosen shirt, letting the fabric stretch across my chest. "But I know she loves this outfit. She won’t be able to keep her hands off you, Dad." The emphasis on "Dad" made his face darken with frustration, but he stayed quiet. He was always the quiet one.

I had one more little surprise for him. I pulled out a neatly folded stack of clothes I’d bought earlier in the week, holding them out with a sly smile. “Here,” I said, placing the bundle in his reluctant hands. “This is what I want to be wearing when I wake up in your body.” Tight jeans and a sleeveless shirt, chosen specifically to show off my soon-to-be muscular arms and lean frame. The thought of finally living in his youthful body, dressed the way I always wanted, sent a thrill through me.

Cody’s eyes flicked down to the clothes, his expression one of horror. “Are you serious?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course,” I replied smoothly. “I’ve got to make a good first impression, don’t I? Besides,” I added with a smirk, “you’re going to be me, so you can wear whatever you want. You might even like my suits.”

His hands trembled slightly as he clutched the clothes, and I couldn’t help but enjoy his visible discomfort. This was my moment, my chance to reclaim the life I deserved. And I was going to savor every second of it.

“Better hurry up and change,” I said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Doctor Larry’s waiting, and we wouldn’t want to be late for the big day.”

We arrived at the clinic, the sterile white walls and soft hum of machinery making the air feel thick with anticipation. Dr. Larry greeted us with a knowing smile, his clipboard tucked under one arm as he motioned us toward a small changing area. “Welcome, gentlemen. Today’s the big day,” he said, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead and change into these gowns, and I’ll explain the final steps.”

He handed each of us a folded gown, the fabric soft but clinical. As I held it, I glanced at Cody—my soon-to-be former body—and couldn’t help but notice the tension in his posture. He seemed torn between resignation and disbelief as he reluctantly accepted the gown.

I stepped into the changing area, quickly pulling off my clothes. It felt strange knowing this would be the last time I’d ever wear them. As I tied the gown around my waist, I peeked through the crack in the curtain to see Cody, his movements slow and deliberate as he undressed. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of satisfaction. This body was about to be mine.

When Cody turned, I caught a glimpse of his face, flushed and visibly uncomfortable. His breathing was shallow, his gaze shifting nervously. That’s when I noticed it—my soon-to-be former body was reacting. He was turned on.

I suppressed a smirk. “You all right, Dad?” I asked, letting the word hang in the air.

Cody stiffened, his eyes darting toward me. “I’m fine,” he muttered, his voice tight.

I stepped closer, letting my own excitement show in the way I moved, deliberate and confident. “It’s okay to be a little overwhelmed,” I said, my tone dripping with mock concern. “After all, this is a pretty big deal. I mean, just think—soon you’ll be me, and I’ll be you.” I gestured to my own cock with a grin. “It’s only natural to feel a little... charged up.” Honestly, he should be happy, my dick is definitely bigger than his.

Several doctors had gathered and made us lay on cold metal tables. Electrodes were attached to our heads as I closed my eyes.

“Hey, Dad!” I yelled. “Don’t worry. It will be over before you know it, and all of this,” he smirked and wrapped his hands around his protruding member as if taunting me. “... will be yours..." Then, everything went dark.

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Suddenly, I found myself standing in what felt like a dream. Clouds surrounded me, soft and endless, brushing against my toes. In front of me stood my son, looking startled and out of place. I couldn’t help but smile—the biggest grin spread across my face as a bright light began to radiate from beneath me, rising through the clouds like something divine.

Instinctively, I reached behind my back and grabbed the rope I had been holding. Without hesitation, I swung one end at him, letting it fly through the air like a bolas. The rope wrapped around him perfectly, tying him up completely. I felt a surge of joy and began laughing as I pulled him toward me, the rope coiling tighter with every yank. My laughter echoed through the glowing clouds as I tugged faster and harder, watching him struggle against the pull.

He planted his feet, trying to stop the momentum, but the clouds offered no resistance. I saw him slip and fall onto his back, gasping as the pull grew stronger. Closer and closer he came, the light engulfing us both. My strength surged one final time, and I yanked the rope with everything I had. He flew toward me, colliding with my chest, and in that moment, I felt his essence begin to merge with mine.

I embraced the feeling as his body dissolved into mine, his energy becoming one with my own. My larger, stronger form absorbed him completely, and I let out a deep, joyous laugh.

“Hope you enjoy your new body and life, Dad!” I called out, my voice echoing faintly as I faded into the brilliant light.

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I woke up with a rush of euphoria, an overwhelming sense of joy coursing through me. Everything felt... different. Better. I glanced down at myself and couldn’t help but grin. My new, younger body was incredible—strong, light, and energized. My hands roamed over my torso and arms, marveling at the tautness of my skin, the firmness of my muscles. It felt unreal, like a dream, but every sensation confirmed it was real.

As I swung my legs over the side of the bed, the movement felt effortless. No aches, no stiffness—just pure vitality. The male nurses came in to check on me, their glances lingering a bit too long, their smiles overly friendly. I chuckled to myself. They’re hitting on me. I couldn’t blame them, really—I looked amazing.

Everything seemed lighter, freer, as if the weight of years of stress had been lifted away. My mind was sharper, my confidence unshakable, and my body... well, my body was very much alive. A warmth spread through me, one that I hadn’t felt in years.

I don’t remember much of our conversation after we woke up, but I do remember saying to my dad, "I’m really happy I get to be Cody now. I can’t even begin to tell you how GOOD I feel in this body."

Then I added, "The most important thing is to keep doing what you’ve been doing these past few days, before you got your real body. Just embrace it. I’m Cody, you’re Dave. You’re MY father, and your brothers and sister are now your sons and daughter. That’s just the way it is now. I know it was hard for you to call me Cody before, but I think it’ll be easier now that I look the part. And I think calling yourself Dave will be easier for you too."

He argued with me for a while, but honestly, there was nothing more he could do. As he got distracted with the doctors, I saw my chance. I slipped into the bathroom, my heart racing with anticipation. I pulled out my phone and opened Grindr, scrolling to my conversation with Mark.

I paused looking at our earlier messages, a smirk creeping across my face. The thought of seeing him later—of having him inside this body—had me hard in an instant. It was Friday afternoon, and I was hoping he'd be chill with moving our Saturday plans up.

I quickly snapped a picture of my new body—the first of many I'm sure I'd take as Cody. Of course, Mark had no idea that was the case.

A few seconds after hitting send, his reply came through: "Fuck, dude. I need you today."

“I’m 19! I’m old enough to make decisions about my own body!” I yelled, my voice echoing off the kitchen walls. My chest heaved as I stood across from my parents, their expressions a cocktail of disbelief, frustration, and something I couldn’t quite place—grief, maybe?

My mom crossed her arms tightly over her chest, looking anywhere but at me. “I’m sorry, we just… we can’t let you do that.”

“Let me?” I spat, the word tasting bitter. “You can’t let me? Do you even hear yourselves? This isn’t something you control! This is my life. My body.”

Dad rubbed his temples, his fingers digging into his skin like he could will the conversation away. “You’re too young to make a decision like this,” he said finally, his voice low but strained. “You don’t even know what you’re doing.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life,” I shot back, feeling my hands shake. “I’ve spent years figuring this out—every sleepless night, every time I looked in the mirror and didn’t recognize myself, every time I wanted to scream because I couldn’t be who I am. Don’t tell me I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Mom finally looked up, her face pale but her eyes blazing. “This isn’t about us not loving you. We just…” She paused, her voice trembling. “We don’t understand why you have to keep doing this to us.”

My stomach dropped, but I held my ground. “This isn’t something I’m doing to you. This is me—this is who I am. It’s not a phase or a rebellion or whatever else you want to call it. You’ve already been through this once with Liam. Are you seriously telling me you didn’t learn anything?”

Dad flinched, and I knew I’d hit a nerve. Liam, my older brother, had been their golden boy until he came out as gay a few years ago. It wasn’t pretty—he’d waited until he was moving out to tell them, probably because he knew exactly how they’d react. The disappointment in their eyes, the long silences, the occasional outburst when they thought no one else could hear… it had been brutal. But Liam had stood his ground, just like I was now.

When he left, I’d thought it couldn’t get worse. But then, a few months later, I’d come out as a lesbian. Their reaction had been less dramatic that time—probably because they were already so exhausted from Liam—but it wasn’t exactly warm, either. They’d treated it like a wound that would heal if they just ignored it long enough.

But this… this was different. A few weeks ago, I’d finally found the courage to tell them I was trans. And the look on their faces when I said those words—it was like I’d detonated a bomb in the living room.

“First Liam, and now this,” Mom had whispered that night, her voice shaking. “Why can’t we just have normal kids?”

That phrase had been replaying in my head ever since. Normal kids. Like there was some checklist of qualities that made you acceptable, and Liam and I had failed to meet every single one of them.

Now, as I stood in the kitchen, I felt that familiar mix of anger and sadness bubbling up. “I’m sorry I’m not the daughter you wanted,” I said, my voice breaking despite my best efforts. “But I can’t keep pretending to be someone I’m not just to make you comfortable.”

“Why can’t you wait?” Dad said, his voice softer now. “Just give it a few years, until you’re older. Until you’re absolutely sure.”

“I am sure,” I said, looking him directly in the eyes. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. And I’m not going to waste any more time being someone I’m not.”

Silence hung in the air like a heavy fog. My parents exchanged a glance, but neither of them said anything. For a moment, I thought I saw something shift in my mom’s expression—something that looked almost like understanding. But then it was gone, replaced by the same tight-lipped resolve.

“We just need time,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. “This is… a lot.”

I nodded, biting back the sharp response I wanted to give. I knew I wouldn’t change their minds tonight. But I also knew that I wasn’t going to stop fighting. For Liam, for myself, for every other kid who’d ever been told they weren’t enough—I wasn’t going to give up.

For months, I begged and badgered my parents to let me start transitioning. Every conversation ended in a brick wall—excuses about my age, about not understanding the “gravity” of my decision, about the costs. They controlled the insurance, and they paid my college tuition. Without their approval, I was stuck. Trapped in a body that didn’t feel like mine and a life that didn’t feel like it fit.

But then, one evening, they relented.

“We’ve… been thinking about your request,” my mom said hesitantly over dinner. I immediately froze, my fork halfway to my mouth.

My dad chimed in. “We found a clinic that might be able to help.”

I blinked, surprised but cautious. “Really?” I asked, my voice laced with doubt.

“Yes,” my mom replied, forcing a smile. “It’s… unconventional, but we think it might be what you’re looking for. They specialize in full-body transformations.”

Something about her tone set me on edge, but I didn’t press. I was too desperate for their approval. If they were finally agreeing to help me, I wasn’t about to question it. The only condition? Liam had to take me.

I love my brother. He’s my rock, the only person who truly gets me. So, I didn’t mind the idea of him tagging along. In fact, I was relieved to have him there. I told myself that having his support would make this feel less terrifying.

The clinic was nothing like I expected. It wasn’t a sterile hospital or some dingy back-alley operation. It was sleek, modern, and impossibly fancy. Marble floors, pristine white walls, the faint smell of lavender in the air. The kind of place you’d expect celebrities to visit for some high-end spa treatment.

A woman in a crisp white suit greeted us at the front desk. Her smile was warm but unnervingly perfect. “Welcome,” she said. “We’ve been expecting you.”

Liam raised an eyebrow at me, but I shrugged. We were led into a private lounge, where they offered us water and reassured me that the procedure was safe and effective. A doctor arrived shortly after and explained that Liam and I would be separated for a brief consultation. That seemed odd, but I didn’t overthink it. Maybe they wanted to talk about medical history or something.

The moment I stepped into my consultation room, my gut told me something was off. It wasn’t the room itself—it was just as fancy as the rest of the place, with plush chairs and soft lighting—but there was an odd energy in the air. The doctor who entered was an older man with kind eyes, but his words sent a chill down my spine.

“This isn’t your typical hormone therapy clinic,” he began. “What we offer here is… revolutionary. Instead of months or years of transitioning, we provide an immediate solution.”

I frowned. “Immediate?”

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward. “We specialize in body-swapping technology. You would be able to inhabit a different body entirely—one that aligns with who you truly are.”

My stomach flipped. “Body-swapping?” I repeated, barely able to process what he was saying.

The doctor nodded, his expression calm, like this was the most normal thing in the world. “In your case, your parents have arranged for a body that they believe would suit you. Strong, male, conventionally attractive. We’re ready to begin the process, provided we have your consent.”

My heart was pounding now. “What body?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Your brother’s,” the doctor said simply.

The room spun. “What?” I croaked. “You’re saying… you want me to swap bodies with Liam?”

The doctor nodded again. “Yes. Your parents thought this would provide you with the life you’re seeking—male, straight, and socially acceptable. Liam has already been sedated and prepped for the procedure. He’ll retain his memories and sense of self, but he’ll wake up in your body.”

My mind raced, trying to piece everything together. “Does Liam… does he know about this?”

“No,” the doctor admitted. “He doesn’t need to. He’ll adapt in time. All we need is your consent.”

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. This was insane. They wanted to rip apart my brother’s life without his knowledge, without his consent. It was horrifying. And yet… the image of Liam’s body flashed in my mind. He was everything I’d ever wanted to be—handsome, muscular, confident. I imagined the life I could have in his shoes. The ease, the acceptance. The chance to finally feel right in my own skin.

“You’ll be happy,” the doctor said, as though reading my thoughts. “This is the opportunity of a lifetime.”

I clenched my fists, my heart racing. Every fiber of my being screamed that this was wrong, that Liam didn’t deserve this. But at the same time, the temptation was undeniable. How could I say no to something I’d dreamed of my entire life?

“I…” My voice wavered. I glanced at the door, imagining Liam just a room away, completely unaware of what was happening.

But the thought of waking up in his body, of finally feeling at home, was too powerful to ignore.

“I’ll do it,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I’ll do it.”

The doctor’s smile widened. “Excellent. Let’s get started.”

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the weight. Not the kind that dragged you down, but something grounding, solid, like my body was finally my own. My eyelids fluttered open, and my heart skipped as I caught sight of my arm resting against the pristine white sheets. Strong, defined, dusted with dark hair that caught the soft light streaming in through the window. I flexed my fingers experimentally, watching tendons shift under the skin.

It felt… right.

I sat up, the sheets pooling around my waist, and ran a hand over my chest. The sensation of my fingers brushing through coarse hair was electric. My pecs were firm, rising and falling with each breath, and I couldn’t stop myself from tracing the ridges of muscle down to my abs. Every touch felt like discovering a secret, a hidden part of myself I’d been waiting my entire life to meet.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I caught sight of my reflection in the full-length mirror across the room. My breath hitched. Liam’s body—no, my body—looked even more incredible in motion. Broad shoulders, a tapered waist, the kind of build that turned heads. I stood slowly, marveling at the way my thighs tensed with the movement, the muscles taut and powerful beneath the skin.

I stepped closer to the mirror, placing a hand on the glass as though I needed to prove this was real. My other hand drifted up to my jaw, rough with stubble. I dragged my fingers across it, savoring the gritty sensation. The shadow of a beard framed my face, making my features sharper, more defined. I tilted my head, flexing experimentally, watching my shoulders and arms ripple with strength.

A shiver ran down my spine as I splayed my fingers across my chest, the dark hair soft yet coarse against my palm. My nipples stiffened under my touch, the sensation sparking an unfamiliar but intoxicating heat. I trailed my hand lower, tracing the faint line of hair that led down my stomach, feeling the muscles shift beneath my fingertips.

I turned to the side, marveling at the broadness of my back, the way it tapered into my hips. My hand skimmed over the curve of my biceps, then down to my forearm, where veins snaked beneath the skin, pulsing faintly with life. Every inch of me felt alive, thrumming with energy I’d never known before.

A sudden laugh escaped my lips, low and rich, surprising me with its depth. I couldn’t help but grin, running a hand through my hair, which was thick and slightly messy from sleep. The movement flexed my arm, and I turned back to the mirror, caught up in the intoxicating sight of strength and masculinity. This was me—finally me.

The knock at the door was soft but purposeful, and when I turned, the nurse from earlier stepped in. She was petite but poised, her blonde hair swept into a neat ponytail, her cheeks tinged pink as she glanced at me. I realized I was still shirtless, standing in all my glory, and I couldn’t help but smirk. The confidence in this body felt second nature, like slipping on a well-tailored suit.

“Just checking to see how you’re feeling,” she said, her voice warm but a little breathy. Her eyes lingered on my chest a beat too long before darting away, her blush deepening.

“I’m feeling incredible,” I said, letting my voice drop an octave. “But you probably hear that a lot.”

She chuckled nervously, her hands fiddling with the clipboard she carried. “Well, we do aim to please.”

I stepped closer, the smooth strength of my legs propelling me forward effortlessly. “You’ve done more than that.” I flexed my arm casually, the muscles swelling under my skin. “I’m guessing Liam—uh, I—had an arms workout yesterday. Feel that.” I offered my bicep, and her eyes widened slightly before she hesitantly reached out.

Her fingers brushed my skin, and I tensed the muscle, watching her expression shift as she gave a quiet, appreciative gasp. “Wow,” she murmured. “That’s… impressive.”

“Thanks,” I said, grinning. “All yours to admire.”

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t pull away. Emboldened, I let my hand rest lightly on her waist. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the warmth of her body through her scrubs. My touch was gentle, but I knew the strength behind it was unmistakable—controlled, deliberate, intoxicating.

“You’re incredible,” I said softly, my thumb tracing small circles on her side. She shivered under my touch, her gaze locking with mine. The tension in the room was electric, every second stretching out tantalizingly. My hand drifted lower, just brushing the curve of her hip.

I reached for the waistband of my pants, ready to strip down and revel in this moment fully when—

The door burst open with a crash, and I whipped around to see myself—my old self—standing there, wide-eyed and furious.