switchinspirals

[switchinspirals]

Matt was at a lively party with his friends, who were engaged in a passionate debate about fast-food chains and their political stances. As he casually scrolled through Grindr, he came across Jared's profile, captivated by his handsome face, and muscular body.

His friends, deeply engrossed in discussing the latest boycotts and social justice causes, couldn't help but notice Matt's sudden preoccupation with his phone. Sarah, one of his friends, raised an eyebrow and asked, "Matt, did you really eat Chick-fil-A the other day, as a queer person? You do know they support all those conservative causes, right?"

Matt let out a small sigh, feeling a touch defensive under their scrutinizing gazes. "Yeah, I'm aware," he replied. "But it's just fast food, guys. I'm not letting that define my entire life and choices."

An uncomfortable silence lingered as Matt's friends exchanged disapproving looks. It was clear they didn't see eye to eye on this matter. Despite the tension, Matt was intrigued by Jared's profile, noticing a picture of the muscular young stud in a suit and tie, other pictures showed perhaps a more conservative man, challenging the echo chamber of his current liberal circle.

Choosing to follow his instincts, Matt began a conversation with Jared.

The texts started off with friendly greetings. However, as they delved deeper into their interests, Matt couldn't help but notice just how conservative Jared was. Their discussion about outdoor activities like hiking and camping led to Jared mentioning his Texan upbringing and his strong conservative values. This revelation gave Matt pause, realizing just how different their worldviews were. Despite the growing attraction, Matt couldn't ignore the stark contrast between his liberal beliefs and Jared's unwavering conservatism.

*** The following evening, Matt decided to meet Jared, despite their glaring political differences. They agreed to go to a local pub, a place that Matt had never heard of before. As he entered the establishment, he couldn't help but feel awkward amidst the sea of men, who were well-dressed.

Jared arrived, looking sexy as ever wearing a nice white polo and khaki dress pants. The initial awkwardness quickly gave way to the undeniable chemistry between them.

Amidst their conversation, Jared excused himself to use the restroom. Matt found himself alone at the bar, nursing his drink and feeling increasingly out of place. It was during this moment of solitude that the older bartender, a man with a hypnotic charm, struck up a conversation with him.

"So, Matt," the bartender said in a deep, velvety voice, "I couldn't help but notice your date. Jared's a fine Texan man, isn't he?"

Matt nodded, not quite realizing the gravity of the words about to ensnare him. "Yeah, he is. But we're so different when it comes to politics."

The bartender leaned in closer, his voice coaxing and persuasive. "Sometimes, Matt, it's good to try something new. To step into someone else's shoes, even if just for a little while."

As the hours passed, unbeknownst to Matt, he fell under the bartender's enchanting spell. His liberal rebellious nature began to wane, and he found himself embracing the conservative Texan values and beliefs that were so dear to Jared. It was already almost closing time before Matt realized he had been talking with the bartender for over three hours. Jared had texted him saying he had something come up but to meet him at his place tomorrow evening. ***

The following day, Matt arrived at Jared's apartment, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. As they settled in, they found themselves taking off their clothes. They began to cuddle on the couch, both now dressed in white shirts and white briefs. Their conversation delved into deeper territory as they explored their faith, conservative values, and the undeniable attraction they had for each other.

Their conversation continued, weaving between discussions of faith, conservative principles, and their shared admiration for one another. As the day turned into evening, their cuddling grew more intimate, their white shirts and briefs becoming a symbol of their bond and sexual desires. It would be the best hook up Matt had up to that point in his life, and it was just the start.

#conforming #personality change #tighty whities

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Shaping Desires: Tanner's Seductive Journey into Conformity

Tanner's 30th birthday had arrived with a bang – quite literally, considering the wild party he'd thrown at his Austin apartment. His friends cheered, clinked glasses, and danced the night away as if they could forget about the relentless march of time. Tanner reveled in the attention, a showman at heart. He'd always been the life of the party, the one who pushed boundaries and broke rules, unapologetically living life on his own terms.

As the music thumped in the background and colorful lights painted the room, Tanner stole a moment of solitude. He found himself staring out at the city lights through his apartment window, a pensive look on his face. The noise of the party seemed distant as his thoughts swirled.

"Troy," he said, turning to his more reserved friend, who had been quietly observing the festivities. "I've been thinking, man. I'm 30 now, and I feel like I'm stuck in some endless loop of fun and chaos. Is this all there is to life?"

Troy, a 32-year-old with a conservative disposition, gave Tanner a thoughtful glance. He'd been there for Tanner through every wild escapade and every daring adventure, but he'd always held onto his own beliefs and values.

"I get where you're coming from, Tanner," Troy replied, sipping his drink. "Life's about more than just parties and thrills. It's about finding purpose and meaning, too. Maybe it's time you explored some new avenues, more traditional ones."

Tanner raised an eyebrow, curious but slightly skeptical. "What do you mean, Troy?"

Troy chose his words carefully, knowing that this conversation might lead down an unconventional path. "Sometimes, change can be a good thing. Maybe there are aspects of a more traditional, conservative lifestyle that could bring you fulfillment. It's not about losing yourself, but about finding different facets of who you are."

Tanner pondered Troy's words as the party raged on around them. He couldn't shake the feeling that there might be more to life than the endless pursuit of excitement. Little did he know that his friend Troy had ideas of his own, ideas that would soon begin to subtly reshape Tanner's life. ***

A few weeks after his birthday bash, Tanner found himself driving out of the bustling city of Austin towards the tranquil suburbs. He hadn't visited Troy's place in a while, and he was looking forward to catching up with his friend. The chaos of his recent party had left him feeling a bit drained, and he longed for the calm that always seemed to envelop Troy's home.

Pulling up to the neat, well-kept house, Tanner couldn't help but notice how different it was from his own apartment. There were no blaring music and flashing lights here, just a serene quiet that seemed to stretch out into the horizon. He stepped out of his car and walked up to the front door, ringing the doorbell.

Troy greeted him with a warm smile, dressed in casual, conservative attire. It was a stark contrast to Tanner's usual party attire.

"Hey, Tanner! Come on in," Troy said, ushering his friend inside. The house was tastefully decorated with family photos and artwork, exuding an air of comfort and tradition.

As they settled into the cozy living room, sipping on coffee instead of the usual cocktails, Troy continued the conversation they'd started at Tanner's party.

"Tanner, you know, I've been thinking more about what we discussed that night," Troy said, his tone calm and measured. "Sometimes, people need a little guidance to discover new aspects of themselves."

Tanner glanced at his friend, curiosity piqued. "What are you getting at, Troy?"

Troy leaned in slightly, his eyes locked onto Tanner's. "I've been exploring some techniques that can help people find their true selves, their deeper purpose. It's not about changing who you are, but about unlocking hidden potentials."

Tanner felt a strange sensation wash over him as Troy spoke, a subtle shift in his perception. He nodded, suddenly more receptive to what his friend was saying.

"Tell me more," Tanner urged, his interest growing.

Troy's voice took on a soothing quality, his words wrapping around Tanner's mind like a gentle embrace. "Close your eyes, Tanner, and take a deep breath. Imagine a place of tranquility, a place where you can truly be yourself."

Tanner obeyed, closing his eyes and inhaling deeply. He pictured a serene, peaceful setting in his mind, a stark contrast to his usual frenetic lifestyle.

"In this place," Troy continued, "you can find balance, purpose, and a sense of fulfillment. Embrace it, Tanner. Let it guide you towards the man you've always been deep down."

As Tanner continued to listen to Troy's words, a profound sense of calm and clarity washed over him. It was as if a weight had been lifted, and he began to see the value in Troy's perspective.

Troy's soothing voice continued to weave its influence over Tanner's thoughts as they sat in the peaceful living room.

"In this place of tranquility," Troy murmured, "you can find clarity and purpose. It's a place where values like tradition and faith hold meaning, where the path you walk is guided by your own beliefs."

Tanner felt himself drawn into the mental image he had conjured, a place that seemed far removed from his usual whirlwind of parties and revelry. He couldn't help but be captivated by Troy's words, finding a certain comfort in the prospect of change.

"Tanner," Troy's voice persisted, gentle and persuasive, "imagine yourself embracing a more conservative approach to life, one where family, stability, and strong values are at the core of your existence."

Tanner's mind began to absorb these suggestions, and he felt a subtle transformation taking root. The party-loving, rebellious spirit within him seemed to quiet down, making space for thoughts and ideas he had never truly considered before.

Little did he know that his friend Troy was subtly weaving a web of influence, using the power of suggestion to shape his thoughts and desires, guiding him towards a more conservative, traditional, and masculine path. ***

Two weeks had passed since Tanner's last visit to Troy's suburban home, and the changes in Tanner's life had been subtle yet profound. He found himself thinking more about tradition, faith, and the values that had always been part of Troy's life. It was as if a new perspective had taken root within him, guiding his actions and decisions.

One evening, Tanner decided to visit Troy again. As he stepped into Troy's inviting home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and belonging in this peaceful haven. Tanner was dressed in conservative attire, reflecting his newfound appreciation for tradition and modesty.

"Hey, Troy," Tanner greeted his friend warmly, taking a seat in the familiar living room.

Troy, dressed similarly in conservative attire, smiled in return. "Tanner, it's good to see you again. I've been looking forward to our talks."

As their conversation unfolded, Tanner experienced a newfound sense of serenity and connection that he hadn't encountered before. The room's ambiance fostered an environment of genuine and candid discussion, amplifying the ongoing transformations within him.

Surprisingly at ease, Tanner decided to remove his shirt and pants, feeling a growing sense of comfort in the presence of his friend. To his astonishment, Troy did the same, and they found themselves both clad in matching undergarments: pristine white tank tops, snug white briefs, and pristine white socks. It was an unexpected coincidence that added a touch of intrigue to the moment, and Tanner couldn't help but find it curiously appropriate, sparking an unexpected sense of excitement within him.

Troy's gaze drifted appreciatively over Tanner's figure as he observed the unexpected mirroring of their attire. His eyes traced the contours of Tanner's body, from the crisp white tank top that hugged his chest to the snug white briefs that accentuated his form. There was a noticeable hint of amusement in Troy's smile as he quipped, "Well, it seems like we're on the same wavelength tonight, Tanner."

Tanner felt a warm flush spread across his cheeks as he met Troy's gaze. It wasn't just the room's temperature that was rising; it was the undeniable chemistry between them, intensified by their shared attire. His heart quickened its pace, and he couldn't help but notice a growing sensation of arousal stirring within him.

He tried to maintain the conversation, but his mind was increasingly preoccupied with the electric tension in the room. The subtle, unexpected matching of their undergarments had triggered something within him, a desire that had been dormant but was now awakening.

Troy's voice took on a softer tone as he continued, "Tanner, these changes in our lives, they can be profound and transformative. They can reveal parts of ourselves we never knew existed."

Tanner found himself drawn to Troy's words, not just for their wisdom but for the magnetic attraction he felt towards his friend. The air seemed charged with an unspoken desire, and he couldn't help but inch closer to Troy, their knees brushing against each other.

Troy's hand reached out, resting gently on Tanner's thigh, sending a jolt of desire through him. "Embracing this journey together," Troy said, his voice huskier now, "can be a beautiful and intimate experience, wouldn't you agree?"

Tanner swallowed hard, his arousal growing undeniable. He nodded, his voice shaky as he replied, "Yes, Troy, it feels...right."

#tighty whities #gay #conforming #personality change

[switchinspirals]

Jason, an extroverted and vivacious gay twink, found himself at odds with the conservative values of his small Alabama town. Seeking liberation and acceptance, he embarked on a journey to Miami, a city known for its vibrant and colorful nightlife.

In the lively atmosphere of a gay bar, Jason's eyes met with those of a mysterious older man named Fredrick. There was an air of intrigue surrounding Fredrick, and his presence captivated Jason's attention. Drawn to his enigmatic charisma, Jason agreed to visit Fredrick's house, eager to uncover the secrets that awaited him.

At Fredrick's residence, Jason watched a video that would change the course of his life. Its contents, shrouded in secrecy, held a transformative power that would reverberate within him.

That was a year ago and Jason was back at his small home town in Alabama. A metamorphosis had taken place within Jason's being. No longer the carefree twink who lived loudly and obnoxiously, he had transformed into a muscular and conservative man, embodying the ideals upheld by his small Alabama community. Gone were the flamboyant outfits, replaced now by a more modest and conventional attire.

Every day, Jason adorned himself with white briefs, a symbol of purity and simplicity. The Jockey ribbed A-shirts, neatly tucked beneath the waistband of his underpants, accentuated his muscular physique. And to complete his conservative ensemble, he slipped into white crew socks, a testament to his dedication to conformity.

Not only did Jason undergo a physical transformation, but his character had also evolved. The once restless spirit found solace in the embrace of his newfound conservative values. As a result, he became a well-liked figure within his community, admired for his adherence to tradition and respect for societal norms.

Amidst his journey of personal growth, Jason found love in the arms of his fiancé, Matthew. Together, they epitomized the beauty of a committed relationship, built on shared values and a mutual understanding. Their love served as a beacon of hope, inspiring others within their community to embrace a similar path of conformity and stability.

And occasionally, they would make trips to visit their mutual "Father" Fredrick in the vibrant city of Miami. This enigmatic figure, who had played a crucial role in Jason's transformation, continued to guide and mentor him on his journey of conforming to the expectations set forth by their community. Jason had introduced Matthew to Fredrick on a previous trip. They both affectionately call him Father, and their actions are driven by an unwavering commitment to his guidance.

In the embrace of tradition and conformity, Jason discovered a sense of belonging and purpose. The conservative ideals that once seemed distant and unfamiliar now resonated deeply within his being. With every step he took, clad in his conservative attire, he carried with him a sense of pride and fulfillment.

#gay #twink #tightywhities #tighty whities

[switchinspirals]

[switchinspirals]

When your buddies make fun of you when you’re ironing your shirt in your tighty whities

[switchinspirals]

I'm Dalton, the rebellious dude who loves to ride the waves and live life on his own terms. But things got real interesting when my dad decided to shake things up. He brought in a hypnotist, of all people, to transform me into this perfect conforming man. Can you believe it, dude?

As I surfed those waves, feeling the rush in my veins, I had no clue what was coming my way. That sneaky hypnotist put me in a trance, and next thing I know, my whole mindset starts shifting. Suddenly, I'm embracing the idea of conformity like never before, and I gotta say, it felt kinda strange, but in a strangely good way.

Weeks passed, and I snapped out of that hypnotic state with a whole new perspective. I found myself drawn to a wardrobe that reflected my transformed identity. Picture this, dude: me, at the beach, wearing plain white briefs, those Jockey ribbed A-shirts neatly tucked in, and white crew socks covering my feet. And you know what? It stirred up something inside me, like a mix of excitement and serenity.

I stood there, gazing at the vast ocean, and realized that these unpretentious clothes represented more than just garments. They symbolized my commitment to living a life of conformity, of aligning with the norms and expectations. It's like I found a way to harmonize my desire for personal expression with the need to fit in.

In that moment, as the sun descended, casting a golden glow on the beach, I felt a profound sense of connection. I discovered the beauty in embracing conformity, the fulfillment that comes from aligning my life with societal expectations. And you know what, dude? It didn't stifle my spirit; it actually set me free.

So here I am, a guy who chooses to conform, finding solace and purpose in living a life that aligns with societal standards. Whether it's at the beach or in my everyday existence, I choose to celebrate the virtues of modesty, simplicity, and unwavering dedication to fitting in. May we all find our own paths, where conformity and authenticity intertwine, and where we can proudly wear clothes that reflect our commitment to fitting in.

#tightywhities #whitebriefs #tighty whities #hypnosis #brainwash #brainwashing #mind control #hypnotized

[switchinspirals]

Hey! Your Tumblr is awesome. I though I would give this spin thing a try! I am 27 years old mixed half latino, half white dude who is skinnyish but clearly slowly loosing my twinkiness as I march on to 30 years old. Maybe a spin to make me look more my age, or make me more like I used to be?

Well dear, you know my powers are limitless. Well almost limitless, that is. I could give you 2 spins? Does that sound good?

1. Age regression - 5

So now you are 23! It will be 7 years until you are 30 so that is a good thing. Above of that, you gain 5 years of your life! So you look cute, are young and have 5 extra years. This is awsome!

2. Bubble butt

Bubbly bubbly. You twinkiness is back; maybe even beter than before! 10 % of your bodyweight in your buttocks. I believe there is nothing wrong with having an ass that jiggles when you walk. Ladies and gentleman, I present the new @switchinspirals!

[switchinspirals]

No Place Like Home

“Aren’t Asian guys supposed to be skinny?” The obnoxious American scoffed at the South Korean working out in the gym.

“No” the muscular Asian man sighed and continued to lift his weights. “But I don’t know why I’d expect an asshole like you to know that”

“I’m not an asshole, you asshole. I’m just saying it like it is”

“Well, maybe you should visit somewhere like South Korea. That’ll help you gain some perspective”

The jock sneered at the Asian man.

“As if I’d ever go to South Korea...”

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Chris was an obnoxious prick. He was misogynistic, racist, homophobic and yet he was still one of the most popular jocks in his school. Maybe it was his dashing good looks or his charming smile, but his peers were able to overlook how awful a person he was. Girls crushed over him and his bros loved hanging out with him. For Chris, life was good. He lived the life of a typical American jock. Little did Chris know, all of that was about to change...

After Chris’ short confrontation with the South Korean bodybuilder, he walked off to begin his daily gym routine. Chris had never seen that man before. There was something... off about him. The Asian man kept glancing over at the American jock... smirking. Chris then saw the Asian man throw his weights onto the ground as he started walking towards the American jock.

“Hey, I’m sorry about what I said back there” the man apologised in his South Korean accent. “My name is Jung-ho”

“It’s fine” Chris was dismissive, avoiding all eye contact.

“How about I help you work out?” Jung-ho smirked.

“I don’t need your hel-“

“You need my help” Suddenly, Chris felt something shift in his head. As if someone had flicked a switch. He did need help. He needed Jung-ho to help him.

Jung-ho walked behind the lean American jock and began rubbing Chris’ shoulders. He started massaging Chris’ back muscles. Jung-ho’s touch was warm. It felt as if each of his fingertips were sending warm waves of pleasure throughout Chris’ body. Chris let a soft moan escape his lips. Jung-ho’s touch just felt so... good. Chris continued to lift the weights.

“Oh fuck, man. That’s the stuff”

Chris was lost in the deep waves of pleasure rhythmically flowing over his body. He didn’t even realise that the heavy weights he was lifting felt... lighter. In fact, the weights felt like they weighed as much as a feather. Chris was lifting the weight up and down with ease. As if they weighed nothing.

Chris didn’t realise it, but he was starting to grow. With each wave of pleasure, Chris’ biceps grew. Jung-ho’s hands made their way to Chris’ pectoral muscles. Jung-ho sensually rubbed Chris’ lean pecs. As he rubbed them, they began to get fuller. They grew bigger and softer until they jutted out from his chest. They looked like two perfectly fuckable tits. Chris’ nipples began to get bigger and heavier, becoming more sensitive. His nipples directly linked to his cock that was now growing from 5 inches to a thick 9 inches.

It was as if Chris’ body was a balloon and Jung-ho’s fingertips were blowing air into him. Inflating him until his muscles were big and soft.

Jung-ho’s hands slid down to Chris’ ass cheeks. As Jung-ho fondled Chris’ flat ass, it began to balloon outwards. His ass grew fat and fuckable. His butt cheeks looked so soft. They jiggled with the slightest movement. As if his ass was just begging to be fucked by a big Asian cock.

Jung-ho took his hands off of Chris’ body. The waves of pleasure surging through him began to fade. Chris shook his head in confusion. Why did Jung-ho’s hands make him feel so good? Did he just orgasm from the Asian man’s massage? No... he couldn’t have. He wasn’t gay. He was anything but gay... right?

Chris looked down to see his new huge muscular body. He stumbled backwards. What had happened to him? He looked like a massive bodybuilder with a huge fuckable ass.

“What the fuck did you do?!” Chris screamed in panic.

“What are you talking about?” Jung-ho smirked.

“You turned me into some huge fucking muscle monster!” Chris looked down at his new gargantuan frame, struggling to balance his new weight as his fat ass jiggled behind him.

“Sang-hoon, what are you talking about?” Jung-ho laughed. “You’ve always been this big”

“Wh- what? No I haven’t... have I?” Chris grasped at his head. He couldn’t remember. Maybe he should trust Jung-ho? Maybe he was a bodybuilder? I mean, look at his body, how could he not be one?

“Yes you have, Sang-hoon. Ever since we grew up together in Seoul, you always wanted to be a big fuckable muscular Asian man”

“Sang-hoon? Seoul? My name isn’t... my name is Chr- Chris-hoon.... no that’s not right it’s Chrang-hoon... no it’s Sang-hoon”

Chris was lost in confusion. Completely mindfucked. As if Jung-ho had reached into his mind and scrambled it up. Chris’ skin slowly began to lose it’s whiteness. It began to change in colour. Changing until it slowly began to look more... Asian. Chris’ face began to shift. Losing all of it’s blemishes. Becoming so beautifully smooth. So beautifully hairless. He looked so perfect. His harsh features lost their definition, becoming more round. His face now looked anything but American. It was clear that Chris was being erased. Chris was slowly becoming... Sang-hoon.

“Now start working out, Sang-hoon. Those big Asian muscles of yours aren’t gonna grow themselves”

Sang-hoon began violetly lifting his weights. Each lift causing his mind to slowly evaporate. All memories of his American background. Gone. Memories of growing up in California. Gone. Memories of his dating busty American girls were replaced with memories of being ravenously fucked by Asian men. Memories of bullying gay men were replaced with experiences of having big thick Asian cocks buried deep inside his fuckable ass. Memories of speaking fluent English. All gone. Sang-hoon only spoke broken English. He loved speaking Korean so much, why would he bother learning any other language. Chris started panicking as his American identity was quickly being erased.

“Please Jung-ho. I’m sorry for what I said.” Chris now spoke in a thick Korean accent. “Please, change me back”

“How about this... if you can look at yourself naked in the mirror without cumming, I’ll give you your boring American mind and body back. Deal?”

Jung-ho stripped Chris’ new big Asian body. His big sensitive nipples on full display. His perky fuckable bottom on show for everyone to see. Jung-ho then covered Chris’ eyes and led him over to the mirror.

“Are you ready?” Jung-ho deviously smiled. “Remember, no cumming”

And with that, Jung-ho took his hands away from Chris’ eyes letting him see the big Asian muscle man he’d become. Chris’ cock got hard at the sight of his own body. His big muscular Asian body. His perky fuckable breasts. His sensitive nipples. His big Asian cock. It could almost make him.... no... he had to resist. Chris’ Asian cock was rock hard. Ready to shoot his entire American personality out the tip of his Asian penis. But Chris was able to resist.

“I did it! I didn’t cum!” Chris celebrated. “You have to give me my body ba- OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKKK”

And with that, Jung-ho shoved his massive 9 inch Asian cock into Chris’ perky fuckable Asian bottom. Jung-ho buried his cock deep inside Chris’ ass. Jamming his fat cock against the man’s prostate until he... he just couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“OHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK. I’M CUMMING. NO! I’M CUMMING. IT.... I... 기분이 너무 좋아.”

Sang-hoon ejaculated all over the mirror, cumming out what was left of Chris. Cumming out all of his English. Chris’ entire existance was ejaculated straight out of Sang-hoon’s cock. Chris was now Sang-hoon, a big muscular Korean bodybuilder.

“That’s a good boy. Now give your boyfriend a kiss” Jung-ho smiled at his new Asian creation.

Sang-hoon happily complied.

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And so, Sang-hoon and Jung-ho lived happily ever after. The two boyfriends moved back to South-Korea after Sang-hoon’s constant insisting. America was nothing compared to South-Korea. The two Asian hunks moved to their favourite city, Seoul.

Sang-hoon stood out on the balcony of him and Jung-ho’s high-rise apartment. He looked out at Seoul’s skyline. A warm feeling rushed through his muscular body. Sang-hoon let out a warm-hearted sigh.

There’s no place like home.

[switchinspirals]

experiences for tourists

I’m still not 100% sure about this, I said to myself as I reflected my new muscles in the mirror that I was in the bed where I had slept tonight, although the truth is that I can not complain about the service, I put my nose to one of my armpits that looked freshly shaved and I sucked as hard as I could, shit smelled so good, I needed a vacation, I had earned it after all so the company I work for gave me a couple of days off and some hotel discounts 5 stars so that I could relax on my vacation, when the first day came I really wanted to try the massages, go to the spa, spend hours and hours in the jacuzzi, however it seemed like a waste to spend the whole day in the hotel so I installed an app for tourists that they promote on the plane they arrive on.

so I put my suitcases on the ground and I started installing the app that promised a totally immersive experience in Indonesian culture, I put my information on how long I was traveling and everything I wanted to see and do, I took a photo of myself. Which one seemed strange to me and a message appeared on the screen “looking for a partner” Partner? Surely it must be a guide app, I said while taking my clothes out of my suitcase to put them in the closet of the hotel room, after a few minutes the phone made a sound similar to when I opened the app, I took the phone in my hands I had found a partner, as with my communication all his data on the screen, that must have been a red flag for me but I went ahead and confirmed my partner, his name was Hisyam, a 26-year-old native man who worked in a supermarket local with a hobby to keep his body in shape, but despite the strange thing about the app I did it my “partner” in the app a countdown appeared 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

and suddenly a bright blinding flash appeared on my phone which made me close my eyes, my ears started ringing and my body went numb, I don’t know exactly what happened but when I realized it I heard that boy we had swapped bodies And now he is in my room 5 stars and I see myself in his room at his parents’ house.

Now I’m trapped in this guy’s body all my vacations, and it wouldn’t be so bad if I didn’t have to go to work and then go to the gym, I only have time for myself and while he’s in that 5-star hotel enjoying himself. the massages and the spa, but at least I can enjoy this body at night, as long as I don’t wake his parents with my moans or my parents whatever.

[switchinspirals]

I wake up feeling slightly disoriented in a rather dark room with damp smell. This is definitely some kind of house or an apartment unit. What did he do to me? And where the fuck is he anyway? I tried to sit up, and then my vision surprises me because I can clearly tell that something happened to my arm. Where the fuck is my glasses? I gotta check on this shit, but not even done checking my body, a voice disturbs me

"You're awake," said a rather stern voice from beyond my eyesight. It comes from the other side of this cushion or whatever thing this is

I let out a groan

"Benny, is that you?"

WHOA! What the fuck is happening to my voice? I forcefully sit myself up and as my eyesight somehow accustomed to this darkness, I eventually realized what he did to me

"You like it?"

"Benny! What the fuck?"

"Well, you said you need to infiltrate the gang. This is the only way so your head remains attached to your body or not disfigured,"

"But this is not how it works. I usually find another "you" and use 'em as a mole or informant. I'm not going to give my life just to pass as a petty gang member and infiltrate a literal cold-blooded gang by myself,"

"Say goodbye to your exposé then, because I cannot risk my life any longer to feed you information when I cannot even trust you about the safety of my life or my family,"

"Benny, this is insane. I'm a journalist, not an undercover police or something. And I tried my best with the immigration already,"

"Well, you were not trying hard enough. Besides, you looked like Carlos now. And oh---"

He proceeds to grab the pendant in my heaving chest and then read out an incantation

"You feel it now?"

As he said that, a rush of information flood my mind. All of this.....this is all Carlos. But then, something weird happens as some of this memory collectively 'drained' away from my mind. It's not only my memory, it's some of Carlos and then I notice a pattern among Carlos drained memory. It's....it's.....a plan....a plan to infiltrate......to------ I stare right into his face and this fucker, Benito, or as he preferred as his nickname, Benny, has the audacity to form a smirk in that face of his while I have a hard time to focus as my mouth goes wide open and I let out a drool, streams of memories falling down from my head to the carpeted floor

"Well, you seemed to be aware of the plan for a brief period of time. Not like I planned to hide it, after all, you'll fill in Carlos spot anyway. As of now, he is probably already passing the border, looking like you, and heading to your house to prepare for the future hideout of me and my family. Maybe I should slip myself into that older partner of yours, from what I found online, he's strong and quite the looker despite almost reaching his 50s--

-- Carlos will be able to lure that guy easily, and then that older dude will fill in my spot and you too can be together once more, as the bestest of friend,"

My eyesight focused once more, and Benito is standing right in front of me as he wipes some drool from my face, his sight shows some slight concern with the state of my mind

"Told you to not use that shit again. Look at the mess you made,"

I realized a puddle of drool or something makes the carpet wet, but then, what's the problem? Not like Benito never shot his load or something in this filthy carpet.

"You went for way too long meeting that journalist friend of yours, and I'm bored, so I used some of it that you left behind in your room,"

"Yeah sure. Just don't forget to pay, man,"

"Oh c'mon, it's your fault leaving me all by myself with no shit to do. And stop smirking, nothing's funny!"

"Hahah, yeah, sorry. Just funny looking at you,"

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The new intern

Miles was the CEO of a large company in New York. He was 37, tall, fit and simply oozed masculinity. He had a rather hairy chest that he often showed off by not buttoning up his tailor-made suits all the way to the top. Miles trimmed and maintained his jet black beard mustache combo to absolute perfection.

Miles saw hair as a critical defining feature in a “real man” and never believed in manscaping. However, His 9-inch package was his real pride and joy. He had considerable girth and stamina to satisfy any woman or man. Miles was bi but leaned more towards men and always topped. He loved taking his pick of secretaries or shy male interns to spend a fling with before having his personal assistant sending them to some other far off -branch in the company. Miles was walking by a curious shop on his way back from a meeting when a ring in the window caught his attention. It was silver with an emerald jewel that he just had to have because of how he felt it emphasized his masculinity.

“So who’s the fresh meat this morning Abby?” Miles called to his assistant.

 “Your new intern is coming up the elevator as we speak sir, he seemed nervous.” 

“How old is he?” Miles had been working overtime for the past couple of months and it had been a long time since his last one night fling, he was hoping the new intern could change that.

“He’s 22, his name is James”  Just then the elevator opened and James practically tripped on himself with his outstretched hand toward miles, anxiously looking for a handshake

“Hi, sir! I’m James O’Deorain, it’s an honor to finally meet you, thank you so much for the opportunity you’ve given me.”

 “Slow down there intern” Miles was mildly amused by the intern and thought he looked interesting. James was clearing Irish judging by his name and appearance but he acted like a regular kid from Brooklyn. He had bright orange hair that he obviously attempted to tame with a comb but to no avail. Green eyes, ears that he still hadn’t grown into, and freckles that went right over his nose and cheeks. He had short stature and was “cute.”

Miles thought he was adorable l, he saw him more a cute snack than a person. Miles began to speak and never shook the eager boy’s hand.

 “Abby how about you give the two of us some time alone?”

 “Of course sir” Abby exited the room “I’ll call you shamrock” 

James was a bit surprised by Miles’s new casual tone. 

“I can already tell you’re going to do BIG things for the company. Why don’t you come over to my home tonight for a welcoming dinner, Abby will send you the details.”

“Really?! You sure? I’d hate to bug you, and what about work? Aren’t going to explain what I’ll be doing here to help?” 

“Abby will tell you all that, now go and get reading for our welcome dinner, I promise it won’t disappoint.” Miles licked his lips because he knew that a certain twink was on the menu for him tonight. 

“Oh well… ok sir, thanks again” James left the room a bit confused and curious of what tonight would have instore. “Well, this will be nice,” Miles said as he played with his new ring, not noticing it’s eerie pulsating glow.

“Wow, this place is HUGE!” James was in awe of the huge mansion Miles owned, but he was even more impressed by Miles himself. He had already unbuttoned his shirt and left little to the imagination. James was gay and knew his employer was known to sleep around a bit but this was still extremely unexpected.

Hey, shamrock… why don’t we skip dinner and go straight to dessert” Miles whispered into James’s ear while giving his plump bubble butt a playful squeeze.

 James was speechless. Did Miles have this planned all along?! Should he go through with it? James was so star-struck, he didn’t notice that Miles had already walked him into a room with a huge bed covered in velvet sheets. 

“Why don’t you strip and get comfortable.” Miles cooed while removing his clothes. James wanted Miles’s huge beefy body so bad, he just knew he had to oblige. Miles was surprised to find, while James was indeed skinny, he had a nice toned body under his little clothes. And his ears weren’t the only thing the kid needed to start growing into. His ass was freckled, massive, and willing. This experience also helped him confirm why some people call ginger’s fire crotches. Even what little pubes he did have were red. Other than his crotch and head James was completely hairless. The boy’s penis was now a solid 4 inches rock sold. A perfect bottom boi. Miles still had his ring on. As a result of the magic within the ring, he forgot to remove it.

 “Please be gentle” James begged.

“Sorry shamrock, but I’m the one in charge here.”

Miles was the first to awake in the morning.

“Damn that kid lasted longer than I thought, and his blowjob was phenomenal, he really has no gag reflex.” Miles looked to the side at saw a rather large looking mass under the blankets next to him.

“Did shamrock really need to sleep with all those pillows, looks like I’m sleeping next to a mountain.” Miles sat up “Shit! Why is my ass is so sore!?” Miles felt something in his mouth and took it out. “ a… hair?” It was a jet black pube, but how on earth did it get there? Miles never gave blowjobs and anyway the kid had red pubes.

“Wait a sec…”. Miles look under his part of the blanket was shocked. He had hairless white thighs as opposed to his usual tan and hairy ones, and a 2-inch pecker with sparse red pubes as opposed to his once-mighty cock.

 “WHAT THE FUCK?!” 

Miles quickly ran to the restroom just a few feet away from the bed and looked in the mirror. Jame’s face stared back at him. He touched his oversized ears and hairless chest. He kept averting his eyes but couldn’t deny the fact his powerful tool was gone. “This…this can’t be happening.” He was both disgusting yet intrigued because his tool was rock hard. Something about his dominant personality trapped in a cute twink turned him on. “

If I’m shamrock… than that must mean…

Miles running to mirror woke up the sleeping James.

 “Ugh it’s so hot, why does my body feel so heavy.”

 James’s hand went up to rub his face but was met with a beard. “WAIT, what?!” look down a saw two huge furry pecs. felt his face more to confirm he did have a full beard as opposed to his usually smooth face. 

“This has to be some crazy dream?!” 

James flung to covers the body and was amazed to see the huge salami that was now his penis surround by a dense jungle of pubes and muscular hairy thighs. 

“It… almost reaches my knee?! James reached for his new appendage when he noticed a glowing jewel in the ring on his hand. “A ring?”

As he set the ring on the nightstand, his old body walked into the room. James slowly got up, a bit unbalanced from his new huge stature and giant feet. Miles and James slowly approached each other. 

“…shamrock?” Miles said with his hand over his now pathetic nub of a penis…

‘‘Sir?!” James said, towering over his once small body.

‘‘How did this happen?! Why am in your twink ass body shamrock?!” 

Miles removed his hands and gestured to his now diminished cock and puny body. 

“I don’t know sir!” 

James remembered the ring he left on the nightstand. 

“Maybe it was this!” 

Miles’s heart sank. He knew that the shop was shady. 

“Give me that!” 

Miles was humiliated that he practically had to jump to reach the ring James was now inspecting. 

“I think I still remember where this stupid ass shop is,” 

Miles remembered that he and James we’re both still naked. Just looking at his former glory was painful to him. “

‘’Shamrock! Get some clothes on! Just grab a suit from my closet quick. I swear we’re going to that shop and fixing…this!” 

Miles slapped his now plump ass. 

“Uhhh… Y-yess sir!” 

James stumbled away, still not used to his new massive stature. Watching his body acting so weak irritated Miles even more.

‘’Guess I’ll just wear what the kid had on last night.” Miles grabbed the clothes off the bedroom floor.

*A silent rushed drive later* 

“Well hello there! Didn’t you come in just the other day?” 

The shopkeeper looked towards James in his new misplaced body.

“I’m certain that I couldn’t forget such an attractive hunk.” James blushed. 

“No, it was me you sold this cursed ring too!” Miles slammed the ring on the counter. 

“This wimp is my intern that’s now wearing my body like an oversized trench coat. FIX this now!” Miles demanded. 

“Oh this ring, you two must have been naughty last night, am I right?” Miles furiously blushed and it was now obvious with his now pale face.

 “How did you know!?” “This particular ring swaps bodies after sex.”

 “So we just gotta have sex again to swap back?!” Miles asked the shopkeeper “Well…” 

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Rob

It’s been five years now that Rob and I’ve been dating, five wonderful happy years of such an amazing relationship. I was a young bright-eyed boy, fresh out of the closet then – first year of college when I met Rob through a mutual friend. I actually hadn’t been with many guys before him, just one awkward drunken BJ from another boy at a house party back in high school, and a real short relationship with someone who turned into a total stalker psycho in my first few weeks at college. That one was so bad I kinda avoided dating all together for months.

But finally Beth, my friend from English Comp class, suggested I go with her downtown to a new restaurant to meet some other friends of hers. I was nervous, but I trusted her and decided it would be more fun that staying home yet again on a Friday night watching old reruns. And thank god I did go! Cheesy as it sounds, meeting Rob was love at first sight. He was tall, handsome, fit, and had a great sense of humor. Didn’t hurt that he had his life pretty well together and, thankfully, did not end up a psycho like my last one! He could definitely tell I was into him, and as adorable as it was, he was shy too. But eventually we exchanged numbers at the end of the night and started dating shortly after that.

It was incredible, to say the least!

He was actually my first to go “all the way” with. I knew from playing in the shower and with a special toy that I was curious about bottoming. He told me he was versatile, but would love to be the first guy to “take my cherry” as it were. I was scared, especially as large as he was. He loved that compliment because (and it’s true) I was actually bigger than him, even though I’m shorter. We tried the other way around a couple of times, but, I don’t know, it just felt right being on the receiving end to me, and Rob was only happy to oblige, though he would often use my toy while fucking me, which totally blew my mind watching him do that!

Anyway, it’s been five years now and I couldn’t imagine being with any other man. One night, he suggested something I thought was totally wild, but I loved and trusted Rob implicitly, so at the very least I could humor him. For several months now, it was obvious to me that he had somewhat of a kink for role-playing, especially role reversal. So as best I could, I would play the “daddy” in the bedroom, and he would be my sexy younger “son”. Though by the end of it, he was still fucking his “daddy” with his thick “son” cock, much like we always had for years. .

I enjoyed it regardless, even if it was a little weird at times him acting like me in the bedroom, even dressing up in my dirty gym clothes and asking me to wear his work outfit, still damp from wearing it just a few hours before. It was hot, no doubt, but I couldn’t help but feel I wasn’t as into it as he was, but like I said, I loved him and I wanted to humor him.

Now keep in mind, I never once thought of dating anyone else. Rob was the only man for me, I was sure of it. Oddly enough, Rob didn’t feel the same. Well, not in the way you’re probably thinking. He didn’t want an open relationship – which is good since I was opposed to the idea too. Instead, he suggested a “real role reversal” he said cryptically one night when we were about to get amorous in bed. I felt bad at that, I tried my best to act the part, but I’ll be honest, I’m not that good of an actor – that and the fact that my “son” always dwarfed his “daddy” by a good foot and at least 30lbs of muscle.

He smirked and asked, “Do you trust me?”

I looked him in those gorgeous eyes and said, “Of course I do, but I don’t know how I can role play better… I really wish I could.” I replied, somewhat defeated.

“Then close your eyes for a second, OK babe?” I did as he asked, and felt him lean in and give me a kiss on my lips. With my eyes still closed, I felt the air pressure in the room change and then felt a chill.

… And when I opened my eyes, I was looking at myself! I was, of course, astonished. He just looked at me with the most adorable smile and replied with my voice, “Now, I think we can really do some believable role playing, don’t you agree Rob?”

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"You’ve Been Replaced...”

Hey, cuck. Like what you see? I know I do. Feels so natural between us two. The chemistry is just right. It was one thing when he stood you up to come fuck me last week, but now I’m in your slender body and you’re stuck in mine, it’s just so much easier for us. I guess he hasn’t texted you back in a few days, right? He told me you kept messaging him.  Yeah, we’ve been pretty busy fucking like rabbits. He says he prefers you like this, with me inside. Less uptight and whiney, more adventurous and slutty. He said you always wanted safe sex, but I told him I wanted him to fill me up with his seed. He said he’s never had such intense orgasms in his life. All thanks to me. He told me he wants things to stay like this. Bet that makes you so hard, cuck. Anyway, I’ll leave you to jack off alone in your new apartment to the picture of me in your body with your hot boyfriend. We’re about to head out on a date for our anniversary. Seeya.

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Texas Turn Around Part 4 Learning a new Role

Trevor staggered back to his new apartment, he was so horny, and just needed release. Loosing all his money to some straight stud was not what he wanted to do, and he wasn't sure why he had just done it. He looked down at his tan darker hands, and paused. His mind raced to that moment when he gave up the money. He had all those sudden memories of wanting Marcel since before he was even thirteen. But those were Jake's memories not his. And in those seconds he gave into them.

As Trevor was about to walk up the stair's to my apartment a very hot dude was standing near the stairway. His body was muscular and tatted up with tatoos, and his face was incredibly striking. As Trevor in Jake's body stared at him, he smirked and said in spanish "About time, you make any money today dumb ass?" Trevor had a confused look "And you are" Jake's voice said "Fucking Jake, it's me Carlos your boyfriend, what the fuck is wrong with." Trevor laughed it off, "Shit I know that I was just messing with ya, I actually didn't make money today..." his face began to scowl "You didn't? But you fucked that white kid, he always pays somethin" Jake's face turned to embarresment "Ya but then I went to see Marcel..."

Carlos smacked him in the head "Idiot, you know he takes advantges that your your gay, and fuckin submissive..." he stormed up the stairs to their apartment. Trevor pasued and looked through Jake's phone. There was a ton of pictures of him and Carlos together, mostly posing and instagram photos, with provative captions hinting at the two selling their unique services like threesomes or othe sex acts. Trevor felt guilty for dissapointing Carlos, and a new sensation took over for a second, like he needed to beg for Carlos's forgiveness for fucking up today. An image flashed maybe a memory of sucking Carlos off while he berated him for being stupid. The thought turned him on, something Trevor would normally not be into during sex, but just like with Marcel before some memories or emotions of from Jake seemed to be bleeding into his mind.

He went up to Carlos, and said "Baby, sorry please let me make it up..." and started to feel down and up Carlos's tight muscular body. The action got stronger. He sucked the salty uncut dick of his new lover, as he moaned in pleasure. Trevor would look at a small mirror in the dirty apartment and see his new body submitting to Carlos.

Things took a turn when Carlos pulled his dick out of his mouth, and quickly moved behind Trevor or rather Jake's ass. And began to almost forcefully push his cock in Jake's ass. Trevor moaned. And Carlos fucked him hard and fast, it was so wild and rough, Trevor didn't even realize he had been fucked for almost ten minutes and then it happenedd Carlos pulled out. Jerked his cock and sprayed it all over Jake's face as Trevor felt it cover his new face.

Trevor who was still had wanted more he needed to get off. Carlos laughed at him and pulled his foreskin down and jerked him off, the feeling was intense maybe even painful without the foreskin. But faster and stronger Carlos moved his hands till Trevor came on Jake's abs, looking in the mirror seeing this big latino stud being dominated by his boyfriend all tatted up.

#bodyswap #bodyswitch #gay #rolereversal

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Is there a reverse story for hunk to twink? I’d love to read twink to hunk, and see how that former twink likes his new hunk body.

I might need to write one, we will see.

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My New Diet Plan

Hi my names Trevor I’m 18 and what people would call a twink. I always new I was descended to be something great, hot, popular, muscular and a Alpha. It seemed that I would never get any of that stuff though when I began working out. I was not the type of guy to gain muscle from working out. I tried dieting and working harder, I even hired a personal trainer but nothing seemed to make me grow. That was until I met someone, his name was Hazel. He had come into my life after he came from Mexico to our school. He was a shy guy, he didn’t know much english, but I felt like me and him were one and the same. So we became friends pretty quick and he opened up he told me of his past life in Mexico and about his family. Over the following weeks I was hanging out at his house and him at mine. We just became great friends. There was this one day, it was a hot day in Texas and we decided to go to the creek and swim to cool off.

This as the first time I had seen him shirtless and let me say he was a good looking guy he had a great body and he was really hot tbh. This was also the first time I looked at him in a sexy way instead of a friend way. I wonder what he looked like naked and imagined he had a decent sized cock and a cute tight ass. Over the following days I as distant a bit because I didn’t want to hurt our relationship by telling him he was hot. I stil didn’t know if he was gay or straight he hadn’t had a boyfriend or girlfriend so it was hard to say. In my mind though he was definitely gay. I finally dig up some courage and asked him one day we were at my house. He looked at me in with a weird face but then it change to a smile. I as so relieved when he said he was gay and we asked each other question until I asked him if he ever had sex. He got red and looked down and said no I’m an embarrassed look. I told him that it was actually cool that he hadn’t and he looked up and said really.

We stared into at each other until he finally gave in and made out with me. We had sex and he was really good for a virgin. He lasts a decent amount and it was hot that I cummed shortly after he did. After we got clean I saw him standing looking in the mirror naked and I got jealous. I thought he had the very thing that I had strived to get which was a hot body. I got up and snuck up behind him and grabbed him. I told him it’s nothing personal and I really like you but u have something that I want, ur body. I picked him up and swallowed his head he frieaked squirming and spasing our tring to get free. Though it was too late once I had someone they would never get free. I swallowed his hot abs, cock and ass. I pushed his feet in last and he was sent all the way down into my stomach. He was quite the bulge in my stomach. I fell on my bed and fell asleep, when I woke up though there was no bulge but a stunning body with big arms and strong abs.

I was well toned and had everything I ever wanted. When I got to school that day immediately I was being talked to the popular kids, tell me to join this sport and this sport. I became popular, hot and an all American jock. My teammates on the football team worshipped me and did anything I wanted, I took every guys virgin ass on the team, because they looked up to me as the Alpha. I never forgot about Hazel though, I always told myself that this was all possible because of him. Thanks bro, know I eat all the foreign kids and tell everyone that he had gone back home. Damn do I look hot or what.

( Thanks for the idea and pics hope u like it @theshadowsofyourhead )