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The Great Shift: Speed Dating

Ok, so dating in your 30s can be hard. Even harder after the world has suddenly decided all of its inhabitants would suddenly swap bodies! If you thought it was hard to truly get to know someone before, it was nearly impossible now. You’d think that the differences and bodies people were exposed too would lead to more emotionally intelligent people, but no. Instead shallow just comes in all sorts of new flavors these days!

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“Wassup I’m Aidan!.I’m 24, well now I’m 34 due to the shift. And well you can see I’ve got a lot of good assets to show.”

I rolled  my eyes as this wannabe tough guy was trying to impress me. Sure he had an incredibly built body and intricate tattoos, but it was all surface level!

“Nice to meet you Aidan. You go to all of these speed dating events without a shirt?” I asked gingerly sipping my water.

“Only when I’m talking to a handsome guy like yourself.”

Gag. If I had a dime for every post shift hottie said that. 

“Charming. So Aidan tell me about yourself. I mean before the shift what did you do for a living? What do you do now?” I asked.

He scoffs. “I used to be a computer programmer. You know boring office stuff. Then I swapped into this juggernaut and been living at the gym ever since. Quit my old boring work and been trying to become a trainer at my local gym.”

“So let me get this straight. You were able to sustain yourself on a safe indoor office job and now you’re trying to go into  a new occupation you have no experience in because you want to flaunt your muscles?” I inquired further arching my eyebrow.

“Um... when you put it like that...” Aidan stammered looking called out.

“Next!” I rang the bell on the table signalling the rotation and the next person to join my table. 

Aidan slumped his massive 6′5 frame away looking dejected, but as soon as he started flexing to himself he shrugged and moved on. Maybe another guy would like this wannabe muscle guy. I just hope he was so driven by those muscles he’d have the motivation to maintain them. So many people received huge powerful bodies, but without the knowledge to maintain them they just went to waste.

“Hey there sexy? Fred is the name, dating you is my game.” A beefy looking firefighter said, with a burgeoning gut about to strain his suspenders. 

“Wow. Coming on a bit strong Fred. Please. Start from the beginning.  Your name is Fred. Great. What’s with the fire fighter attire? Are you a fire fighter or was your body a fire fighter before the shift?” I asked wincing at this cringe intro.

He smiles and strokes his beard appreciatively while at the same time flexing his beefy arm. “Well I’m not... yet! This body used to be the best firefighter in the district! Then all of a sudden the shift happen and I go from university student studying engineering to the most buff in shape guy with 6 pack abs I’ve ever seen!”

I look down and notice the obvious lack of abs. “Ok. Makes sense... so now you’re trying to  be a firefighter? Just like your body before you. That’s... noble. I’m really glad to see you give back to the community.”

Fred smiled. “Thanks! I’ve been trying for awhile now, but I can’t get through the physical test! It’s like I’m not as strong as the guy who used this body. Weird. Right now I mostly play video games and stream shirtless in these suspenders. My viewers love seeing me. I’m FireXFighter69 on Twitch and YouTube! Check out my video on-”

“Next!” I say ringing the bell once more. 

“Damn. Didn’t work out... are you gonna finish your food there? You hardly touched it.” Fred pointed at the snacks provided at the table.

“Sure Fred. Good luck on your next date.” I said as Fred left with the plate of food.

Some people could be oblivious of their own faults and try way too hard. Am I asking too much for people to just be honest and not hide behind some sort of facade? I get people can be nervous, but it’s certainly better than trying to get to know a character who isn’t even real.

“Hey there bitch!”

“You’re hot as fuck and I know you need a real man to show you how it’s done.” 

I didn’t know how to respond to such an abrupt entrance. I thought Aidan was cringe, but this guy was a whole new level. Flexing in my face, flipping me off, calling me names? Was he trying to neg me in less than 5 minutes?

“I can see you’re stunned by my natural masculinity. I don’t blame you. I’m an older guy given a second chance in this buff young jock. I found myself out of shape at 50 thrown into this guy mid football game. I’m no stranger to the gym so i just buffed myself up even more than that kid could. Now I’m here and ready to fuck you. So. What do you say? Wanna get out of here and ditch all these idiots?”

“Next! Sooo much next! You don’t get to dominate the conversation like this And you are NOT the type for any reasonable person here. I hope you find some sub willing to put up with your shit.” I retorted with a glare.

I see the guy in front of me blanch embarrassed! “Bastard! You’d be lucky to have me. I oughta!” He raised his hand to slam the table! Or me! But soon security escorted him out.

“I.... wow. That’s the worst one to end on. But I might as well go. There are clearly not any guys for me here.” I was about to get up when this cuter guy came over.

“Hello! I... wow. I saw what happened. Great job for standing up to that guy. He seemed like such a creep. I’m Elijah by the way... were you heading out?”

I was caught off guard. This man was so handsome! He wasn’t posturing like the rest, but I still he was making an honest effort despite his trepedation. His voice faltered a bit, but its deep resonate tones made that sound sweet. He was holding himself in a reserved posture, but even as he nervously clasped his hands I could see biceps  raise and strain his shirt.

“I was... but I think I’d like to get to know you. I’m Omar. I just turned away a few guys who were being absolute jerks. How about you? Elijah was it?” I said a bit blushing.

“Yeah! Well I recently graduated post great shift. I finished my last semester at the local community college in a new body. I’m in my neighbors body. Big guy! Great beard, but I’m still getting used to maintaining it. I’ll admit. I’m working part time at the local library till I find a job more suitable for what I studied in school. I’m 22, but my new biological age is 35. I do some painting in my free time and love exploring new parts of the city now that a lot of it has been rebuilt since the shift.” Elijah explained.

“Oh! Have you checked out the bar across town? It used to be a gay bar called The Tank! Now it’s changed its name to The Sea! Since there’s so many more sexualities represented there!” I offered.

“Haha! Love that. That’s clever! The tank has gotten bigger! I get it! I uh... Maybe you and I could continue our conversation there, over drinks?” Elijah blushed.

“I’d like that. Let’s get out of here!” We both stood up and took each others hands. Gosh his were so warm. Not to mention they felt so strong. He’s got quite the grip! I took a few steps so enamored by him I nearly fell, until he caught me in his arms. My face went right across his chest as I looked up to him before standing back up.

“Thanks for the catch. I uh.. Wow. You’ve got quite the cologne. What’s that scent?” I asked so curiously.

“Oh! Sorry!” Elijah was blushing even more. “I’m not wearing any. That’s just how my body smells. Hope it wasn’t bad.”

My eyes widen again. “It’s fine. Perfect actually. I love it. Lead the way Elijah.”

Elijah giggled. Hearing such a deep voice let out something so whimsical was the cutest thing I’ve seen tonight.

“I feel so lucky walking out of this place with you Omar.” Elijah said.

“Oh come on. I’m sure you would’ve found an awesome guy to spend then night with. You’re quite the charmer.” I retorted.

“I’m not the one looking like Henry Cavil!” Elijah laughed.

We both laughed. It was true. Ever since I looked like a celeb dating has been so hard. People try so hard to impress me, that it was such a breath air to talk to Elijah like a normal person. 

“Well tonight I really do feel like the man of steel because you are making me quite hard.” I smirked at Elijah, now blushing to the max.

“I... I... normally cheesy lines like that don’t work on me, but coming for you I.... gosh let’s get to that bar!”

We ended up walking aware from that speed date very satisfied. Perhaps even the hot people need help finding love after the shift. Who knows. I never said I was perfect, but tonight I sure am excited to see how far Elijah and I go!

#The Great Shift #body swap #thegreatstoryteller #race change #racial change

[bodyswapmischief]

TF Story Exchange: Can a Friendship Survive Swapmas?

@thegreatstoryteller I feel extremely greatful to have gotten a chance to write a story for you, this year. I have always loved your work. I wish you the best this holiday season and a great upcoming year. And, I hope I pleased you with this story!

Ned stared at the screen, as minutes passed by. His mind filled with worry. The same worry that always plagued his life. He couldn't help it; it was part of his DNA. Every choice in his life was a never ending debate of possibilities. Even this morning, he spent 30 minutes deciding whether or not he should eat a bowl of cereal. The same breakfast he had for the past 10 years. So, why wouldn't this decision be harder to make? The one that's currently staring right back at him through the screen.

A sense of pride hit was beaming through him. He was able to find it. It took months but he was able to find it. He was able to find a way to give his friend the best Christmas present in the world. A chance to finally be happy. A chance to give his friend a new life ... one that Ned really thought his friend deserved. He searched the dark web and now he was one click away from buying a body transformation serum. A serum that gives the drinker the body of their dreams. A few more moments pass and he weighed the outcomes. And, he clicks to confirm the payment. The page crashed. And, he searched for it again and again. But, nothing showed up. His stomach knotted up, as 10,000 dollars would leave his bank account. And, a part of him instantly became scared that he just got scammed.

Meanwhile, Theodore came walking through the front door of the apartment. His heart was broken once again, as he sulked through the apartment. The events of the night replayed in his head over and over again. Theodore knew that a night like tonight would be another reason, of many, to support the fact that his life sucked. He saw Ned on the computer. Ned's worry died as he saw the hurt in his friend's eyes.

"Hey, how did it go." Ned said with a huge amount of concern. But, Theodore just walked past him and straight into his room. Ned sat in the tense silence again debating if he should go talk to his friend or not. Ned cursed at himself for even having to think about this. Of course the right answer was to go comfort his friend.

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They were more than friends. They were best friends. Ever since grade school they were inseparable. While the other kids played house or sports, the two of them would play make believe. They'd pretend to live in their fantasy world. Where the two of them could be wizards that had magical powers, space agents looking for alien life, or one of the other many possibilities. Of course it wasn't all fun and games. They were constantly picked on a lot for being weak, scrawny, and dorky looking.

And, things just kept getting worse. Once middle school came, it was constantly filled with bullies that would harass them at any given moment. They spent many days eating lunch in their science teachers class room. They spent a lot of time running home after school. Although, they both hated it ... Theodore took it harder.

"I hate myself, Ned. Why are we like this? Why do we play nerdy video games, see baby shows .... Why are we nerds? Why aren't we stronger? Why can't we just be like the other boys..." Theodore would complain.

"Theodore, we don't need to be like them. You're cool like this. You're smart and they don't get that. One day they are gonna be working for us." Ned laughed to cheer up his friend.

But, for Theodore ... Those words didn't make things better. And, as they got to high-school, things would get a lot more complicated. The same guys that would bully them, in elementary and middle school, now became jocks. Their body's transforming due to the effects of puberty and working out. But, both Ned and Theodore stayed their scrawny nerdy selves. The bullying continued and the resentment Theodore had towards himself grew. But, all Ned needed was their friendship in order to survive this period of his life.

"I don't get it Ned, guys like them ... they don't deserve the bodies they have. They're villains. We are good guys. If we had bodies like that ... we'd be heroes." Theodore would constantly say. And, Ned would just listen. He would realize he loved Theodore. He would begin to write in his journal ... about their lives together. At the same time, Theodore was realizing there was more than just jealousy towards the "cool" guys. Watching them in the locker rooms and having their bodies pressed against him, was turning him on. He also was realizing he was gay.

Both of these young men tried to keep it a secret. But, it wouldn't stay so. Ned journal would get taken and copies of the pages would flood the halls of the school. As a result, the two boys would be outed and even more made to be outcast. They also had to work on maintaining their friendship. Theodore was furious at Ned. And, Ned felt a tremendous level of guilt. But, at the end of the day ... all they had were each other. Theodore made it clear that Ned wasn't his type. And, Ned needed to learn to be okay with that. But, despite all the mess, their friendship only grew stronger. And of course being to gay young man ... they still played around together.

Now, they were both roommates sharing an apartment as they tackled college. And, Ned finally saw hope. They had made it through the rough years. The bullying had stopped. They've found people and places that accept the gay nerds they were. So what if they don't get invited to traditional parties? They are a step closer to being the version of themselves Ned always knew they'd be one day.

But, Theodore did not see it that way. He continued to try and be something he wasn't. He'd go to the gym for short sprints of time ... to get that jock body. He'd try and get invited to frat parties. He still held on to the dream that he could change who he was. No matter what his genes or mind said, Theodore had a strong feeling that his life shouldn't be like this. He should be cool; he was born in the wrong body.

Seeing his friend grow more and more depressed as the years went on, Ned knew he had to do something. And, that's what led him down his months-long journey to find the transformation serum. And, all of this was the reason he knew he had to walk into that room and comfort his friend.

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"Hey, so ... um ... what happened?" Ned asked as he poked his head in to comfort his friend.

"I don't want to talk about it." Theodore said as his face laid into his bed.

"Come on ... it can't be that bad. So, he said no? There are other guys out there." Ned tried to reassure his friend.

"No, man ... It's bad. I really thought James was different." Theodore sighed.

"Why, what did he do?" Asked Ned.

"He was just like the rest. Maybe worst. I thought this whole time ... he might actually like me. I know I'm scrawny and weak. But, I thought he'd like a twink like me. But, these gym 'bros' always suck. At least the others were straight up. They'd make a proposition like me doing homework for a chance to touch them. But, James has been tricking me this whole time. Only he didn't have the guts to tell me upfront. Another dumbass jock that wanted his homework done. Worst is that he's straight. He couldn't stop laughing at me for thinking ... I thought he actually liked me." Theodore vented.

"Theodore ... that sucks. But, come on man ... we can't attract jocks. We are the definition of nerdy guys. There are plenty of guys that would like you. But, they aren't gonna be at the gym full of university jocks." Ned tried to help.

"I don't know Ned ... I just hate my life. I love you for always being there. And, I know what you are saying is true. But, this is just not right. I look at myself and feel like I should be ... no ... I need to be something else ... someone else." Theodore sighed.

Ned debated telling Theodore about the serum. He knew he should wait until it actually arrived. "Well it's no use just sitting and crying about it. Come on ... we have dungeons and dragons today. Let's get going ... slaying a dragon will get you in a better mood." Ned smiled. And, Theodore put on a weak smile.

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The days passed as Christmas got closer. And, Ned walked up to the apartment to see a small package sitting at the front door. His heart raced as he picked it up and brought it inside. He opened it up and saw a clear vial glowing with dimmed blue light. The colors were almost hypnotizing and inviting. He slowly picked up the vial and heard a voice telling him to drink it. He instantly knew what this was and was relieved that the 10,000 dollars was scammed out of him.

The sound of the door behind him snapped him back to reality. He turned to see Theodore, still sad with the constant reminder that he would never be happy in his own body. Ned shook his head and remembered who the gift was for, his friend. So, he hid the vial in his hand and walked to Theodore's bedroom door. His heart continued to race, as he took one last gulp and walked through it.

"Theodore ... I have to tell you something." Ned said as his heart raced through his chest.

"Not now, Ned. I don't want to talk." Theodore laid on his bed, as depressed thoughts raced through his head.

Ned raised his voice, not in anger, but in a frustrated excitement. "Theodore! It's important! Please..."

Theodore was shocked to hear his friend. Ned would hardly raise his voice like that Theodore sighed to look over at his friend. "What ... what do you want?"

Ned's heart continued to race and his face was red for giving the small outburst. "Um ... well ... um ... I was gonna wait for Christmas but, seeing you depressed like this ... I don't think I should wait." Ned raised the vial.

Theodore looked at the vial with the same hypnotized look that Ned had only moments ago. He sat up on his bed and slowly moved towards his friend. His hand carefully reached out and he took it from Ned's hand. "What is this..." Theodore said in a trance-like state.

"I know this is gonna sound crazy but ... I promise you this is real. It's ... um ... a potion ... to give you the body of your dreams." Ned's gulped hoping his friend wouldn't think he was crazy. But, Theodore knew it had to be true, as the voices in the vial began to talk to him. "Drink it. Drink it and have your dreams come true." The voices hissed. And, without saying a word Theodore opened the vial and drank it.

Ned looked in shock, as Theodore did it without hesitation. "How do you feel?" He gasped. Theodore just looked blankly. "I don't know ... I don't feel anything." He began to say as he felt a burning sensation growing in his stomach.

Theodore's eyes began to glow in the same dimmed blue light from the vial. Ned looked on in horror, as he saw the veins throughout Theodore's body begin to glow in a similar blue light. And then, Theodore fell onto the floor. He yelled out in pain, as the burning sensation grew and spread throughout his body. "Oh my God, oh my God ..." Ned cried out not knowing what to do. Theodore's body fell flat, as his body began to seize. His body moved as if things were crawling inside of him. His muscles were flexing and relaxing. His bones were breaking and reforming. He screamed for it to stop and fell into unconsciousness.

Ned looked in horror. The thought that he killed his friend began to fill his mind. He rushed down to flip Theodore on his back. He placed his hand on Theodore's chest and felt his heart racing incredibly fast ... as if it was going to explode. His body was still seizing and his skin moving. The sounds of bones breaking could still be heard. But, now there was shifting.

The look of shock began to fade, as Ned saw his friend transforming right in front of his eyes. The heat of the transformation began to tan Theodore's pasty skin. With each flex, Theodore's body inflated like a muscular balloon. His arms and legs flexed with power. His abs became chiseled from the blank canvass of his stomach. His pecs ballooned up. His shoulders become broad and strong. His face lost the nerdy qualities, as it became more chiseled and angular. His hairless body looked good stretched by the new muscle. And, his face was graced with a new beard that added to his new manly charm. He wasn't the same 5'6 lanky freshman nerd. Now he could pass as any of the other 6'4 alpha jocky seniors.

As the transformations ended, the glow in Theodore's body began to fade. But, he still remained unconscious. Ned looked in awe and blushed as he could see his friend's new body, especially since Theodore's clothes have been ripped from the growth of the transformation. An equally impressive cock hung from his exposed pelvis. Ned pushed on his muscular chest. "Hey ... um ... Theodore ... are you okay."

Ned began to awake to the voice of his friend. And, the weak force of being pushed on the chest. He felt his pecs flex as a response to being touched. But, his mind was still recovering from passing out and a fog of confusion clouded his mind. "Fuck! What happened?" He groaned in a deep new baritone. He jumped into a sitting position as he held his new muscular throat. "What's wrong with my voice?" He looked over at Ned. Ned looked back and just smiled "It worked!"

Theodore looked down at his body. He gasped. He began to rub his hands along the curves of his muscles. His cock began to harden, as he took in his new body. He was like a Greek statue that was carved by the gods themselves. He jumped up and ran to the mirror. His cock slapped against his thighs as he did. He felt his heart glow with pure happiness; he could cry. His face was perfect. He looked like the version of himself that he always wished for. This was his dream body.

Ned walked into the restroom after him, now towered by his friend. And, Theodore just turned around to hug him. "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you." He cheered as he lifted Ned up. "I don't know how I'll ever pay you back."

"Maybe you can let me play with that cock." Ned laughed as a joke like they'd normally do. Even though there wasn't a chance for a relationship ... They both were young gay men. And, getting dates was hard so it wasn't strange for them to help each other out. But, Theodore felt a pit of disgust in his stomach. "Um ... sure man ... I guess ... it's the least I can do." Theodore said.

Ned smiled as he led Theodore back to the couch. Ned began to rub Theodore's body. He moaned, "Fuck I can't believe I'm actually rubbing the body of a jock."

Theodore felt weirded out. "Um ... yeah ... it feels good." He nervously laughed. His muscles flexed in discomfort, as Ned moved towards his cock. With Ned's hand wrapped around the cock. Theodore's cock began to get limp. There was absolutely no pleasure in having Ned worship him. "What's wrong ... you know I give the best hand jobs." Ned joked just thinking his friend must be tired. "You're probably exhausted from the transformation."

Theodore peps up as he finds a reason to end this. "Yeah, you're right ... I'm feeling really drained and my body is still kinda sore ... I should probably go to sleep." He lies and does a fake yawn. He stood up and walked into his room.

Ned looked disappointed but understood. "Maybe ... I can worship you later. " He weakly smiled. But, Theodore didn't respond. Ned just sighed but was glad his friend was finally happy. He turned on some TV but, moments later he heard deep manly grunting coming from Theodore's room. Part of him felt confused and the other part felt hurt.

Theodore in his room laid in his bed. His mind flooded with images of his new body. He closed his eyes and got hard feeling his new strength. His hand wrapped around his thick long cock. New images began to fill his head. For the first time, the thought of naked women graced his mind. He imagined touching their curvy bodies and sucking on thier breast. He'd imagined shoving his massive cock into their pussies and stretch them out. He pumped faster and faster. His bed creaked under his muscular weight. He couldn't help but groan in pleasure. His cock erupted in a burst of cum. Laying down, he catches his breath. He rubs the cum onto his thighs.

Energy rushed through his body. And, he knew what he needed. He got his gym clothes that were now tight on him and perfect for showing off his body. He rushed out of his room and headed to the gym. Ned tried to call out as he left the door but Theodore was too fast.

Theodore went to the gym and it was the first time he walked in there with confidence. He walked up to different machines and tested the amount of weight he could do with each. Other gym bros looked at him and gave him nods to show they were impressed. He smiled as he nodded back. A few of the frat guys walked up to him. They were impressed and asked for tips to get a body like his. He was shocked as he began to talk about knowledge of working out that he never had. He even joined in when they talked about hot girls, working out at the gym, and other topics he used to have little to no interest in. Finally he felt like one of the guys.

As the night came to an end, a group frat guys, that were keeping an eye on him, invited him out for drinks. He was beyond happy, as he agreed to hang out with them. He walked into the bar and people just came up to him; girls that thought he was hot and guys that were just impressed by him. The frat guys looked at him like he could potentially be a new recruit. And, this new life of meeting and hanging out with people would continue into the following weeks.

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Both men would realize that reality started shifting. The old Theodore never existed. He was always this hunky popular jock. Him being roommates with Ned was a glitch in the computers system. Him hanging out with his nerdy friends was due to bets he lost, with Ned. The only person that remembered the truth were Ned and Theodore.

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Theodore was getting ready to head out to party, as Ned walked into the room. "Where are you going ... it's D&D night. We still have to get the rest of the gang to remember you." Ned said with a worried tone.

"Ned! They don't remember me. They think I just lost bets to you and was forced to play. We can try to get them to remember later. But, I just want to go and party. I want to hit on girls. Those frat guys wanted to talk to me again ... I can't waste this body and not do the things I've always wanted to do."

"What girls? You're gay?" Ned said shocked.

"I'm not any more ... i don't really get it. But, i think my dream body is straight. I always thought it would be easier to live as a straight man ... so I guess thr vial even took that into consideration." Theodore explained.

"You know what? Fine! Just go ... be magically straight and have fun." Ned said annoyed. "But, you are still going with me to get presents for the gang tomorrow right ..."

"Yeah, sure ... just get out of my room" Theodore brushed him off.

Ned went off to play D&D. The thought of losing his friend filled his mind. All the missed lunch dates, not sitting together in class, and Theodore hardly being home ... made Ned regret what he did. He should have never gotten that transformation serum.

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The next day they both went to the mall together. Ned was excited to finally spend time with his friend. But, the whole day, Theodore was distracted on his phone, texting girls and getting details on parties happening tonight. Ned even caught Theodore stealing glances at his reflection. Everytime Ned would ask about a gift, Theodore would respond with "Sure whatever. And, as the time passed, Ned just got more and more annoyed. "Let's just go." He said after having enough.

"Good, I really couldn't stand this nerdy shit." Theodore yawned and stretched, as he was ready to go.

Ned waited until they got to the parking lot. "Your an ass ... you know that" He yelled.

"Bro, what the fuck is your problem. And for the last time ... I go by Theo now!" Theo yelled back.

"Really! BRO? Am I your Bro? Cause you could have fooled me. If you didn't want to come with me and do this nerdy shit! You could have just said so." Ned shouted back.

Theodore realizes what he said. But, it was true ... he didn't care about the things he used to he. He wondered if he even cared about them in the first place. Or was it just a product of looking nerdy and trying to fit in with the people he looked like. All he knew was that he finally be the man he always wanted to be. "Bro, it's nothing like that ... we are just different now. I mean ... it was bound to happen. Look at you and then look at me. We dont exactly fit in each others lives anymore. " Theo explained, poorly.

"What the hell does that mean? You don't want to be my friend anymore ... are you too cool now? Fuck ... THEO ... I guess fine ... you can have your wish. I'll leave you alone. Well just live two separate lives. And, then next year when you graduate ... I'll never see you again. Is that what you want?"

Theo felt bad. He still had these memories with Ned. But, he knew ... no matter how much it sucked ... they had nothing in common anymore. Maybe it was best for them to split ways. "It's okay Ned, I know your angry. I can never repay you for this life you gave me. But, it's true ... I don't think I can be your friend anymore. I was gonna tell you. I got accepted into the frat... I was going to be moving out anyways. You know, being around guys like myself. And, then switching my degree to sports medicine so I can be a trainer. Also, I have this girl I've been seeing. So ... I'll always remember you. But, I don't know were to fit you in my life." He sighed and paused. He didn't want it to end like this. He didn't want to make a scene. But, he knew he wasn't going to change. And, he knew that Ned wasn't going to change. He started again. "And, here take the keys to drive home. I'm going to the bar and I'll Uber back." Theodore sighed ... a bit disheartened that he isn't as sad as he should have been. He's losing his lifelong friend. But, he could see no other path.

Theodore began to walk away. "Fuck you Theo ... Theodore ... whoever the fuck you are." Ned said, as he walked to the car.

Theodore walked back to the edge of the mall and saw his new frat bros. "Yo bro, what the fuck was that about?" One of them ask.

"Oh, it's just some nerd ... you know how they can be ..." He weakly laughed.

"Hey, isn't he that fag ...yeah ... he's that loser. He's always checking you out. And, stalking you. We should teach him a lesson." Another adds.

"No ... guys ... let's just go get a drink. Look at him ... he can't hurt anyone." He tries to stop his bros. But, they ignore him and head towards Ned.

They begin to harass him and call him names. Theo is in the back looking at it all happened. They call him fag. They push him against the car and punch his stomach. Ned looked at Theodore with a sense of being betrayed. Theo looks away and hears Ned's cries of pain. He can't take it ... as his heart races. His hands ball up. Finally, deep emotion reaches his heart. He can't let his best friend go through this. He can't become the bully he always hated. It was his time to be the hero that deserved a body like his.

"Hey, Theo get a punch in ... show this fag you want nothing to do with him." His posse laughed.

Theo released his punch. Ned closed his eyes fearing the punch from his ex friend. But, the punch never came. Instead one of the jocks cried out. Ned opened his eyes to see Theo fighting off the bullies. The surprise attack gave him an advantage. "Hurry up and get to the car." He yelled to Ned. Ned ran.

The tides began to turn as the three guys begin to over power Theo. Theo took. punches to the face and body. But, he didn't know how much more he could take. Then a honk of a horn rang through the parking lot, as Ned charged the car towards the direction of the fight. The frat guys ran off, as Ned stopped in time. "We'll get you fags later." They yelp.

"Get in." Ned yells to Theo.

Theo stumbles to the car. Ned, quickly, drives drives off. And, they sit in silence.

"Thanks for coming back for me." Theo coughs.

"Well, thanks for saving me." Ned tears up.

"I'm sorry it was my fault ... if i never hung out with them ... they wouldn't have done that." Theo says guiltily.

"I mean you couldn't have known ... but, I'm sorry you lost your new friends and chance to be in the frat." Ned also says guiltily

"I mean who needs friends like them ... when I got a life time of memories with you." Theo smiles.

"But, your right we have nothing in common anymore ... heck you're not even gay anymore." Ned frowns.

Theo thinks hard. "We'll why don't we go play video games ... you still like call of duty right." Theo continues to smile.

Ned perks up. "Yeah!? Do you?"

"I mean yeah it got guns and killing shit with your bros ... so I guess we still got video games in common ... and we can work from there. And, yeah I might be straight. But, I've learned a lot of guys at the gym like twinky guys like you. I can hook you up." Theo smiles.

"That would be great ... so what does this mean? Are we are still friends?" Ned shyly says.

Theodore sighs, "If you still want to be ... I'm sorry with how I was acting. I let being cool go to my head. I won't lie our friendship might be a bit different ... but it been one we had for years. I'm still willing to make this work. And, trust I got other peeps I've been hanging out with ... not just those assholes. Some of them are actually really cool and wouldn't mind hanging out with you. I can get us invited to parties and shit." He paused and looked out the windoe. "I'm not like them ... the frat guys. I guess I was just blinded my suddenly being cool. I was excited that people wanted to hangout with me. But, I wasn't asking if they were decent enough to hang out with." Theo apologized.

"I mean ... I guess I understand. And, i forgive you. And, I don't want to give up on our friendship either ... so yeah ... we are still friends. And, Maybe your coolness can rub off on me." Ned laughed.

Theo rolled his eyes, "Yeah, Maybe ... but it would take a miracle." He tussled Ned's hair. As the two friends drove back to their apartment. Their lives and friendship might be different but, they new they'd make it work out some how.

#5thannualtfstoryexchange #bodyswapmischeif #thegreatstoryteller #body #swap #mischief #jock transformation #nerd to jock #tf story #transformation #story #jock #muscle #gain #reality shift #personality change #age progession

[theundergroundstories]

Climbing The Ladder

This is a special story dedicated to the big man of the day, the one and only @thegreatstoryteller! Happy Birthday bro. I hope you have an amazing birthday and upcoming year.

July 8 2022  9:30pm:

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Hey there man, can we talk? Just had the worst week at work today and could use a friend to talk to.

TheUndergroundStories:

Oh damn. I’m sorry to hear that. Yeah we can talk. What happened that you need to vent about buddy?

TheGreatStoryTeller:  

Well it all started on Tuesday July 5th, I was driving to work like normal when this obnoxious speeding car cut me off. Now I’m normally calm and don’t get road rage   but this guy pissed me off a lot. He was blasting loud Bollywood music and cutting people left and right and when I caught up to him, cause of a red light, the guy obnoxiously revved his engine like a jerk to taunt people!        

TheUndergroundStories:      

Wow that guy does sound like a jerk..........Was he hot?    

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Dude! I’m trying to vent here. His dreamy sexy brown looks have nothing to do with this!But anyways here comes the worst part. I try to ignore him but he’s taking the same turns as I am but he’s just further ahead. I’m relieved that he’s gone and soon arrive at work, only for there to be an announcement that, that arrogant bastard is our new boss!

TheUndergroundStories:

Oh damn. That’s not too bad is it? I mean do you have to interact with your boss that often? And his looks are important, makes for good eye candy and keeps the blood pumping to your........ well you know what I’m talking about.    

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Yeah I thought so too since our last boss never came out of his office that much and only talked to us when it’s a really urgent or important situation but this guy comes out all the time and just chats with all of my jock co-workers and even encourages them to dump their work on to me and the other smaller nerdier workers! He’s like a total alpha douchebag and picks on me the most. Calling me names, taunting and flaunting his huge tall muscular body and not to mention he does kind of smell sexy. His rich Indian musk is mixed in with a manly cologne for the perfect masculine smell. You would absolutely love having his smell.                                              

TheUndergroundStories:

Damn he sounds like the perfect alpha. Well beside his rude douchebag attitude but even that is a bit hot. I’m sorry work has been rough for you but you have your birthday vacation this weekend right? I’m sure you’ll have a great trip and your next week of work will be better. Call it an intuition. 😉

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Yeah I do! I’m heading to Disney World this weekend. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe I’ll even get a picture and meet Nick Pulos! Anyways thanks for listening to my rant and hopefully you’re right and work will be better next week.

TheUndergroundStories:

Anytime buddy. Have a great and safe trip!

July 10 2022 10:00am:

TheUndergroundStories:

Happy Birthday my buddy!!! I hope you have a great birthday.

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Thanks man! I’m about to actually head back to Disney World again before I catch my flight back. Still haven’t seen Nick Pulos but wish me luck. I might not be able to talk much today though.

TheUndergroundStories:

No worries man just enjoy your birthday. Good luck on finding Nick. I’m actually finishing up the final touches on your birthday gift actually. Not to sound cocky but I know you’ll love my gift and will use it well with good intentions.

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Hahaha you’re always cocky my friend but I’m sure I’ll love  the gift no matter what. You didn’t even need to get me anything. Anyways got to go. Bye

TheUndergroundStories:

Okay bye. Talk to you tomorrow.

July 11 2022 7:00am:

TheUndergroundStories:

Rise and shine sleepy head. You got a big day today Mr. Boss sir. 😉

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Huh what do you mean man? I’m not the boss? Wait why do I feel weird? Heavier? Fuck what’s that smell and fuck my voice is deeper and I have an accent?

TheUndergroundStories:

Hahaha yeah you should stand up and head to the washroom my friend.

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Ummm okay. Fuck I....I....I look like my Indian jock boss!!!

TheUndergroundStories:

Yeah YOU are. Surprise this is my gift. I swapped your body with his. Now go get ready and enjoy your new body. You still have to get to work on time despite being the boss................................Ummmm buddy? You still there?

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Oh umm yeah. I...I’ve just been flexing my muscles. Fuck they’re huge! Gosh this is the best present ever. Are you sure that I should keep this body? I mean what about my boss? Shouldn’t I return his body to him?

TheUndergroundStories:

Don’t worry about that. Besides he was such an arrogant douchebag. Why does he deserve that body. I know you’ll enjoy showing off but treat everyone, young, old, fat, skinny, buff, with respect! Now go to work and enjoy your new life friend.

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Yeah you’re right! He didn’t deserve this body I do! It’s his karma and I’ll use this body for good and better than he did. Thanks friend for everything.

TheUndergroundStories:

No problem friend. Have a good day

July 11 2022 8:00am:

TheGreatStoryTeller:

TheUndergroundStories:

Looking good my friend...... or should I say sir.

TheGreatStoryTeller:

Being this tall, muscular and in charge just feels right man! I can’t say  thanks enough. I’m 6′10 and my feet are size 16 now! Fuck I’m such a sexy brown stud. Maybe next time you visit me it’ll be in MY office.

#body swap #birthday story #TheGreatStoryTeller #@TheUndergroundStories

[hauntedestheart]

Transcript: "You Know The Face" Episode 47 - Blaise Gigson

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and resemblance to any real life persons is completely intentional, lol, but to spare the virgin eyes of the search algorithm I changed the name.

[Theme tune plays]

Arsenio: Hey there listeners, welcome back to "You Know The Face," the best podcast out there devoted to discussing the great changes that The Great Shift brought about.

Arsenio: As always, I'm your host Arsenio Braxton, still here and still me, and for this episode I'm by a very special guest- you might know the face, Blaise Gigson is here in the studio! Hi Blaise, welcome to the pod.

Blaise: Hey Arsenio! Thanks having me, I'm a huge fan of the show. This podcast is like, the soundtrack to my morning runs.

Arsenio: Oh my god, dude, I'm blushing! You've been one of our most requested guests for a while now so it's such a pleasure to finally have you here in the studio with us. And I want to let the listeners at home know, this guy is even bigger in person.

Blaise: Okay, now you're making me blush. I'll admit it, I always do fifty pushups before getting on camera just to make sure I look my best- does that make me sound weird?

Arsenio: I mean, it's healthier than my pre-show ritual, which is just a Red Bull and a shot of vodka. Now I'm gonna be calling you Blaise, but that wasn't the name you were born with, right?

Blaise: Yup, just like most people I was shifted into this body.

Arsenio: BUT, unlike most people, after the shift you decided to adopt the name of the original owner of that body. What inspired you to make that choice?

Blaise: Well I flipped a coin and- nah, I'm just joking. How do I explain this... the shift changed everything, you know? Not just our bodies, but the whole world. I don't really think that any of us are who we used to be, even the people who didn't shift, so taking on a new name just felt natural. Plus I think I'm kind of a special case since I swapped into a celebrity- I get recognized all the time, every day people come up to me on the street and call me "Blaise," so I figured I might as well just embrace that.

Arsenio: Oh that's true, I never thought of it like that. See, that's what I love about doing this show- getting all of these different perspectives. A lot of the people I talk to on this pod mention that they try stay connected to who they were before the shift, but it sounds like you're just full steam ahead. You very famously don't like to talk about who you were before at all, is that right?

Blaise: Nah, not really. A lot of people think that means I was a criminal or something and I'd like to say for the record that I was not, but I don't like to sweat the small things like who I used to be. I'm just focused on who I am today! And I think I make a pretty good Blaise Gigson, don't you?

Arsenio: Absolutely, man, you're crushing it. But I gotta ask, has the real Blaise Gigson tried to get in contact with you?"

Blaise: Try, like, eight Blaise Gigsons. That's the thing about swapping with a celebrity- there's a lot of creeps out there who were obsessed with you that think about this as their chance to get in on the action. Since it was impossible to figure out who was telling the truth, I had to just block all of them. For safety reasons.

Arsenio: Oh, so you don't talk to any of them? But aren't you worried you might be shutting out the real Blaise?

Blaise: Well, wherever he is he can rest easy knowing that I'm taking good care of his body. If you're out there watching Blaise, this one's for you!

Arsenio: Oh, and there it is! The famous bicep. Would you mind doing it again, just for me?

Blaise: Mind? I'd love to, these things are awesome.

Arsenio: No arguments here... actually, let's pivot and talk about that for a second. Now, we all knew that Blaise Gigson was a hottie with a body, but you've sexed up his image a lot since assuming the reigns. I'm sure most of our listeners have probably seen a certain viral video-

Blaise: The workout stream, yeah.

Arsenio: Dude. you broke the internet with that one! Seeing you all hot and sweaty, flexing all those muscles on the floor... pretty iconic if you ask me. Can one of the producers insert the clip here?

Arsenio: Damn daddy! Sorry, I shouldn't be thirsting over you while you're right here in front of me, they're gonna have to edit this part out or else before get cancelled haha.

Blaise: Nah, don't sweat it man. Trust me, no one gets it more than I do- you think looking at this body is great? Try living in it. Like, I'll admit it, I get turned on watching those clips too. I look fucking hot there.

Arsenio: So I think it's safe to say the "himboification" of the Blaise Gigson brand was a conscious decision on your part?

Blaise: Honestly? A little bit yes, a little bit no. I mean, it wasn't something I planned on when I first got this body, it just kind of happened. Like one day I just woke up and I was a famous hunk... of course I was gonna get a little wild, right? I couldn't resist showing off a bit. At first I was worried that I was going a bit overboard but people have really been responding to it.

Arsenio: Yeah I'm sure there are a lot of people out there who "responded" to that video, if you catch my drift.

Blaise: I hope so! I mean, think about it. When I was just a nobody sitting at home I would have killed to see my celebrity crushes take their clothes off and just, I don't know, start slutting it up. And so now that I am one of those guys I used to dream about, I wanna make that fantasy a reality for everybody else.

Blaise: Like, come on, don't the people deserve to see all of this?

Arsenio: I completely agree. Actually, could we see a little bit more, for the camera? Or even just for me?

Blaise: Haha, maybe later.

Arsenio: Alright, I'm gonna hold you to that. But we should probably get moving or else this episode is gonna wind up being four hours, haha. As the listeners know, I started this podcast because I was one of the few people not affected by The Great Shift, so I'm always fascinated by the stories of people who were. Let's get yours Blaise- can you walk us through your shift experience? What was it like for you that first morning?

Blaise: The thing I'll always remember about waking up was the weight. Being in a body like this one that's built like a tank, that's a lot of muscle, and muscle is one of the heaviest things in the body. I knew something was different before I even opened my eyes because I could feel how much space I was occupying. And that kinda freaked me out!

Blaise: But all of that weight is actually strength, and the second I started moving I knew that whatever had happened to me was a good thing.

Blaise: I'll never forget this- the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes and looked down was this giant chest blocking my view. I was so confused I tried like, wipe them off because I thought they were something stuck to me, but nope! I just had massive pecs all of the sudden. And then I got distracted just, like, squeezing them.

Arsenio: That's so funny- I hear that exact same story all the time, but from shifted women. I think you're the first guy to have the classic "boob grab" experience, haha!

Blaise: Hey, it's a classic for a reason! I say when you've got tits like these, you give 'em a squeeze. But I realized pretty quickly that there was a whole body underneath my chest, and that... woof. I was actually confused at first because I'd never touched a six-pack before so I was like "what the fuck is going on with my stomach" when I first felt it- I wasn't used to my body being so hard.

Blaise: The new core strength was incredible too- like, just sitting up felt better than it ever had before. And when I sat up and the blankets slid off of me and I saw my new body for the first time, I was shocked. I'd never seen someone with that many muscles in my life, and suddenly I had the best seat in the house. And by "best seat," I mean I had a dump truck ass.

Arsenio: Sounds like you were in bed for a minute then.

Blaise: A minute? Try two hours. I was alone with the body of my dreams and I could do anything with it, so I- well, you can probably guess what I did next.

Arsenio: I bet I can and I would love to hear about it, maybe even see a demonstration, but I think we should move on before we get demonetized. When you finally got out of bed, did you recognize yourself when you looked in the mirror?

Blaise: Recognize myself? Dude, I basically creamed myself. Blaise was one of my biggest celebrity crushes and seeing that face staring back at me from the mirror... just, words can't even describe it. Having all of this body and the face to match? The beard? This jawline? These lips? I'm handsome as fuck.

Arsenio: Dude, I'm so jealous right now you have no idea. So you weren't scared that you'd woken up in a completely new body?

Blaise: I mean, I was confused, but I thought it was just me, you know? I thought it was some kind of Freaky Friday situation and I'd just been zapped into this body so like, he could learn a lesson about the meaning of Christmas or something. I didn't learn about the shift until later.

Arsenio: And then did you freak?

Blaise: Nah. I feel selfish when I say that because I know how scared so many people are, and I feel for them I really do, but I was excited. I wasn't really thinking about anybody else, I was just excited to be Blaise.

Arsenio: And so we're heading on over a year since the shift- how are you settling in to your new body? It's quite an impressive physique and you've maintained it well.

Blaise: Thanks- keeping up with the gym routine was definitely one of my top priorities. Letting a body like this go to waste would have been a tragedy.

Blaise: But to answer your question, I'm still not entirely used to this body yet, and honestly, I hope I never am. It's fun always feeling surprised, you know? I'll just be going about my day and then I'll catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and remember that holy shit, I'm a fucking stud, and I get excited all over again. It hits me at the strangest times.

Blaise: Muscles are cool because they're like... they're always there, you know? I get a little show every time I look down. And the thing about it is- I'm not bragging, this is just a fact -I'm so ripped now that a bit of bulging is inescapable. People are always saying that I'm a tease but half the time I don't even realize that I'm doing it, it's just a side effect of existing while being this hot.

Arsenio: Damn, and here I thought you were doing this especially for me. Well, it's nice to see that fame hasn't gone to your head!

Blaise: Haha, I mean, when the head looks this good, I can afford it!

Arsenio: I can't argue with that, that is one big beautiful head you've got there. Blaise really is just a stunning man.

Blaise: Aren't I? It's great. I was kinda nervous when I started being active on Blaise's accounts because at first I felt like I was impostor or something like that, but I knew I had to keep posting because people deserved to see this face. I get a lot of hate comments from people saying "you shouldn't be doing this" and stuff like that, but I block them out and focus on the positive ones. There's a lot more of those anyways.

Blaise: It sounds shallow but like, as a hot guy, I hold a lot of power. I've been on the other side of the screen, looking through it at those gorgeous faces, so I'm very aware what an important escape a bit of thirst content can be. Now that I have this face, this body, I can make so many people happy just by taking some clothes off and posting a picture. Why wouldn't I want to do that?

Blaise: That's why the content shifted. Less comedy videos, more thirst, workout videos, photoshoots- the stuff people really wanted to see all along. I love sharing the gift of this body with the world.

Blaise: I don't take anything for granted anymore, I live my life to the fullest, and I want to invite all of my followers into that. Especially after everything the world has been through since the shift, I want people to be able to open up their phone, see this sexy smile, and know that it's possible to still be happy. That there's still beauty in the world.

Arsenio: Oh my god, Blaise, I didn't expect us to be getting so deep on this episode.

Blaise: Hey, I'm more than just a pretty face... I've got a great ass too.

Arsenio: That you do, Blaise, that you do. So, Blaise, let's lighten the mood a bit and jump to one of our listener's favorite sections- and if you've listened to the show before you know what I'm going to ask you next. What's your favorite part of being in your new body?

Blaise: My favorite part? I'll give you two guesses.

Blaise: I love being a walking, talking gun show. Like I look down and I just think wow, I get to own these arms.

Arsenio: Yeah those are some killer pipes man.

Blaise: Dude you have no idea, I'm so fucking strong now. I'm still not over how like... round they are? It's like someone shoved a football under my skin, they tear my shirts if I'm not careful. I'm never gonna get tired of watching them flex.

Blaise: Every part of this body is great actually but I wanna give a special shoutout to my thighs actually- I'm thicker than a bowl of oatmeal. I just love having some meat on these bones, you know? I never skip a leg day.

Arsenio: Oh trust me, I can tell. And Blaise, you know I gotta ask because it's the question everyone's dying to know the answer to... how big is it?

Blaise: I'm gonna have to plead the fifth on that one actually- I'm currently in talks with a few different studios that have some ideas about how we can unveil that particular part of my new brand. But... let's just say that Blaise was a big boy, and he didn't disappoint. It's hard for me to make it through the day without fondling myself all the time, pun very much intended.

Blaise: This is so embarrassing but I actually had trouble pissing when I first got this body because every time I whipped my dick out to piss I'd get a boner from the sight of it- it's a grower, I'll tell you that much.

Arsenio: Damn, well, there you have it listeners! An exclusive!

Blaise: Oh god, I can just hear my publicist in my head screaming at me right now. Can you edit that out?

Arsenio: No, no, we are definitely leaving that in! This is the kind of content the people want to hear.

Blaise: Haha, well, I'm always happy to give the people what they want. But yeah, if you're really curious about what little Blaise looks like, keep an eye on my socials. Big things on the horizon... very big.

Arsenio: We'll be sure to put links to your accounts in the episode description. Moving on, I feel like I know the answer but here's one that we ask everybody: if you could switch back to your old body, would you?

Blaise: ...Sorry, what? I got distracted for a second.

Arsenio: Yeah, that's what I thought. Anyways, Blaise, you know what's more exciting than waking up to find yourself in the body of a famous hunk? Today's sponsor, Squarespace...

#male body swap #the great shift #this is dumb and kind of meta but I managed to finish it #so that's an accomplishment at least #I think thegreatstoryteller did a story with a similar concept a long time ago so shoutout to him

[max-the-many]

Heres my contribution to the 6th 'grat story exchange' by @thegreatstoryteller. Thx a lot for beeing part of it. I had a blast!

Thx to @takeovertales aswell, my exchange partner. Hope he and y'all like it!

Obsession

Jack always has been quite the sporty guy, but a while ago, the care for his body got to a whole other level. He started to train harder, maintained and improved his shape rather obsessively, stocked up his cloth with a tighter that would excentuate that, shaved daily, got a haircut more than twice his usual pratice...

And all of it, because of his neighbour. Why, you ask? Not because of crush. Or maybe it even is something like that yet more of an obsession.

It was almost a year ago that he started to take notice of his neighbour. Or more the visitors he saw. After stumbling into quite the handsome guy, coming from his appartement, he noticed more of that. Fit guys, hunks to say the least, seemingly going in and out of his flat, more buff sometimes, sometimes daddys or even rather young ones, but always quite a nice range of guys coming in and out over the course of month. Probably nobody else noticed due to the big appartement building they lived in. But now he did, he couldn't not see it.

His neighbour though wasn't much like that. Quite average in his looks, bit older, no sports probably. Not to be rude, but it just didn't seem to klick.

More and more Jack noticed other odd Details. Bags for example, a backpack, that his neighbour carried as well as some of those guys, cloth that some wore, a cap for example, or a shirt.

On top of that it seemed like they rarely came twice.

At some point, he started to force conversation, sometimes waited even to get them at the elevator. At forst they were rather open yet shortnoted. But more and more they got quiet, nervous even, and it wasn't for long till Jack noticed a strange feeling talking to them. Something... unnatural in their behavior, something... oddly similar that he couldn't pinpoint.

He also started chatting to his neighbour although he hadn't had much of an interest. But he just wanted to know what it was that happened there! Probably something totally explainable yet like them beeing dates, escorts even. But something in his guts just told him, that there was more to it.

And it wasn't just the sightings with his neighbour that played into that. Some time after he started to notice those guys he also noticed a change at the gym, starting with a guy, looking at him rather openly while excercising, eventually starting to chat in the lockers. Was he hitting on him? Wouldn't be the first time. But it wasn't more than that, probably due to response. Ut was totally ok with Jack to get hit on by guys, rather flattering, but he just wasn't into guys in the slightest.

Several days later though, another guy approached him, making compiments while Jack was checking himself out in the mirror.

That happened with several guys, different types, different situations, under the showers even, sometimes excercising, and he got the feeling that it got more and more intense until it suddenly stopped. He almost missed those guys seemingly hitting on him although the more it happened, the more strange it became.

One day though, there was a guy again. He noticed him watching from afar, much like the guy a while ago, almost pearcing him with looks. But he wouldn't approach him. Not though, until he went to the lockers.

He was alone, undressing and just wrapping a towel around his waiste when the door opened again. It was the guy, that watched him so obviously. And now he came towards himwithout any hesitation.

"Got a great body" he stated, sporting a borad smile, looking at him from head to toe. "Wonder what that feels like"

I didn't really understand what he just said. Another flirty dude, I thought. But the moment I thought of that he charged at me, pushed me back a wall and without beeing able to react that push got even more intense as so did his smile. I felt his hand on my chest and... it seemed to sink in! I looked down, but I couldn't see what I felt, my body beeing stunned, his eyes fixed on mine. And as the feeling got more intense there seemed to be a kond of blurr, in lack of better words, emerging from that guy, rising from his body, pushing at mine while that feeling of his hand got even more intense. My whole body feeling a pressure, a push without beeing moved, a... fullness. As if something was getting into it, some energy, making my whole body pulsing more and more, feeling like it would explode every second.

And much like that blurr I saw emerging from that guy my sight started to blurr itself, my mind even, getting dizzy until I lost conciousness.

---

I have no idea how long it took, but it couldn't be long as I still was at the lockers. I stood infront of the mirror, looking at myself with satisfaction, a broad smile. But as I tried to move... I couldn't. And as I saw myself lookibg at me, it just didn't feel right at all.

It even got worse as I opened my mouth to say "Good morning!"

That!... I... I didn't do that! I... what was happening.

"Feeling alright?" I said. Or he? The guy in the mirror. I panicked, tryed to shoft, to move, to run even.

"Don't wreck yourself. Everythings fine. I'll just have a little run with that fine body of yours" he said, I said... lifting his hand to feel his chest... my chest.

And as I saw him doing this, feeling this. It felt... oddly comforting. He smiled, feeling up my chest, my abs, circling the edge of the towel.

And he smiled even wider as he seemed ti notice my reaction. I injoyed that! I wanted him to go further, me... that feeling of mbeeing touched, touching myself without doing it myself.

I almost shivered when my hand slid under. Yes, I wanted it, I wanted to feel that! And as I realized me, him, doing that inmidst the lockers I was even more excoted. I would never do that! But yet, at that moment, I wanted nothing more that him continuing.

And he did, explored, going further, moaning sloghtly as he injoyed himself, my body, his in a way, while I was sensing all of it, moaning almost without it really happening until he finished with an undiscribable feeling, my body exploding, beeing touched by myself, by him, me merely watching, experiencing in a way I can hardly describe in full extent.

And inmidst that overflow of sensations, of impressions, of feelings, I got blurry again, looking at my own eyes looking directly at me before I lost consciousness.

This time, I didn't wake up at the lockers. It took a while until I found myself, recognizing my bedroom.

It was late, dark outside. Hours must have passed. Was it real? It couldn't be otherwise. I just knew, that this wasn't a dream. And as I took it all in again, everything suddenly klicked.

Those guys next door, the guys at the gym, my neigbbour! But most of all, my very own experience. And all I could think of really was one thing... I want more!

#male posession #tfstoryexchange

[val-velocityy]

Recently I read a few fanfiction which really stuck with me.. so I decided to Sketch something for it...

Nonbinary Robbie my beloved <3

I've mainly been inspired by OtterlyDeerlightful's Lifemates AU

Honerable mention to "... and so it goes" by thegreatstoryteller. In their Story Robbie is genderfluid and I really liked their take on it.

#lazytown #sportacus #robbie rotten #my art #sportarobbie #nonbinary #transgender

[mr2swap]

The great shift: parenting and streaming

Thanks to @thegreatstoryteller

-Dad, what are you doing in my office? I've told you a hundred times that I don't like you coming in here when I'm working, now you better get out of here and finish your math homework before I finish streaming or there will be no dessert for dinner- The camera it was on and thousands of people were looking at that hot body that spent 3 hours a day in the gym, the comments were piling up by the hundreds, most of them were just sexual advances or paid requests for him to flex his fantastic arms in front of the camera, most of them of his audience were boys his age… Thomas is now 14 years old and entering his teens, although perhaps “fatherhood” would be more appropriate for his new 34-year-old body. His voice was thick and firm, I knew that tone of voice, he had been losing a couple of games, and he was angry, I turned around and trying to be less noisy than a mouse I closed the door before leaving, I immediately heard him lock the door so that I would not interrupt him.

2 years ago this place used to be my office, and that mature hairy body used to be mine, but my son Thomas and I were affected by the great shift. “Luckily” we ended up trapped in each other's bodies on a Saturday. One moment I'm in my office finishing my accounting report and a blink later I'm on our living room couch watching cartoons. I didn't know what was happening, all I knew was that now I was trapped in the body of my 14-year-old son forever, I lost my entire life in a second, plus half my size, my muscles and all of my authority.

We survived on leftover food in the cupboard. I taught him how to cook, how to shave, and how to exercise his new body. I even tried to teach him how to do my job, but my son was never the brightest in the class. Maybe it was muscle memory or some weird sci-fi phenomenon, but before long he learned my routine at the gym and learned to enjoy his newfound status as man of the house. Obviously, I was fired from my job as Head of the accounting office of my company, and the government gave my son a huge compensation check. The money might not be much, but it would last us long enough for my son to get a job. Suitable employment for a child in the body of an adult, much stronger and taller than the rest of the men. Or that was the plan, as soon as the first check arrived in the mail, my son took my car and went straight to the mall, so he could buy a new computer, microphones and 3 cameras so everyone could enjoy every inch of his perfect muscles live. . He did all this without my knowledge, so when he got his first payout from his followers he rubbed all the money in my face, which was about to turn into a field of puss and pimples thanks to all the hormones in my little teenage body. . In a short time he became popular and that face that I used to look at every day in the mirror was now on Twitch and YouTube, He became so confident and arrogant thanks to his popularity, his maturity and that huge penis that he now had between his hairy thighs.

It's…Hard to admit, but he's doing a better job than I am with my life, he's only been in my body for 2 years and he's so popular that every time he picks me up from school, all his old friends line up for him. being able to take a picture with him while I wait in the back of Nick's car… oh right I haven't talked about Nick. Is he… my stepfather? It's weird putting a label on your son's boyfriend after the great shift, he and Thomas have been dating for some time now, he spends weekends at our house, even sleeps with Thomas in my old bed. It doesn't bother me that they are together, but… they could be less noisy in bed, I have a math exam tomorrow and I need to sleep.

If you liked my story take a look at my patreon, I have a lot of stories on my patreon.

#bodyswap #body switch #body swap #male body swap #male transformation

[maletfwitch]

I asked this before with @thegreatstoryteller but I'm curious to know who other tf writers would choose but if you could use any three tf writers for a game of PHT who would you choose? It can be based on real life pics if you know how they look or just based on how they present themselves here on tumblr

ooooo kinda a tough question since I don’t know how a lot of y’all look irl

however, for possession I’d probably pick @brandedx2 I would love to feel all his muscles and have his deeper voice plus it’d be nice to be older

then I’d hypnotize @henrycavbsc to lose all his smarts and become a himbo anytime he’s not working

and finally I’d transform @morphmasteroutkast into Peter Quill (Starlord) just for fun

Thanks for the fun ask

#PHTF Game

[theundergroundstories]

5th annual story exchange event clarifications

As you guys know by now, @thegreatstoryteller, @soul-controller, and I are hosting and managing this year’s 5th annual story exchange event. We have provided a form in our previous posts on how to sign up and participate in the event and have gotten quite a few people this year. 

I just wanted to take the time to remind people that sign-ups closes in just a few days on the 4th of December and welcome anyone to join. You can be a new writer or veteran writer, and be a fan of many kinks as well. Anyone is truly welcomed.

Despite us wanting to welcome everyone with open hands we do have to go over some potential issues that have and or may occur. 

First of all, remember that this is for the Holliday season. Now your story prompt don’t have to be Christmas or Holliday themed but you can think of it as a Holliday gift to who ever you get paired up with. Hence, your commitment is key. The writers who have joined, new or experienced, all deserve to be treated with respect and a happy Holliday. Everybody in the world deserves some kind act of happiness during this time of year so keep in mind how awful it would feel to expect a gift but not receive one. This may not be all of your intentions but do not take advantage of this event just for a free story.

If you sign up but then experience difficulties, or suddenly get busy and anticipate that you won’t be able to finish your story for another writer on time, please reach out to @thegreatstoryteller, @soul-controller, or myself as soon as possible. We can help explore ideas for the story, help write the story if needed but won’t be able to if you don’t message us. Even if you have to drop out after a week, it’s better to tell us so that we can write the story for your recipient. Even if later closer to the posting date you suddenly have time and can write the story then, you can message us again. Yes it probably would be a bit annoying to us since we took our time to write the story for you but we want to ensure that people receive their story. That’s our main goal so we don’t mind just contact us when needed.

Second issue is reading the instruction asked in the form. The questions on the form that needs to be answered are pretty straight forward and easy to follow in my opinion but some of the answers we’ve been getting are a bit confusing. 

For example one of our questions is provide a direct link to where you’ll be posting your stories. Simple right? You just copy and paste a tumblr, blog, website link and paste the link in there but we got one response where it just said “Yes” to this question. Yes? What does yes mean in this case?

Now I don’t mean to point out anyone in specific but we need your link so if you don’t provide one we don’t know where you’ll post the written story. In this case I will need to signal out a specific individual so can the person by the handle of Dark Prince please contact me directly please so we can sort out this issue? I believe you are indeed on tumblr since you signed up and only TheGreatStoryTeller has promoted this event outside of tumblr. Please contact me as soon as possible please. If we don’t receive confirmation from you by the 4th or 5th we may have to remove you from the event. 

Sincerely,

Master Beckham

[octuscle]

Any longer stories in the making ? If yes what ?

I can never say exactly how long a story will be. Sometimes it's small and insignificant-sounding asks that suddenly make my ideas bubble up. It also always depends on which wank templates I come across while surfing through the pictures here.

In fact, many of my longer stories are incredibly unpopular. This one, for example, is probably the story with the fewest likes in a long time:

Or my debut stories here, which are also some of my longer ones, never really got that popular, even though I personally find them very hot (but I'm not objective either XD). These are so two of my favorite stories:

Anyway: there will always be a longer story every now and then. But I never plan how long a story will be. Let me surprise you!

#male tf #muscle tf

[soul-controller]

The 5th Annual TF Story Exchange

Hello there everyone, just breaking my little hiatus to announce that I’m helping run this year’s TF Story Exchange along with @thegreatstoryteller and @theundergroundstories. If you’re a writer who is interested in participating and connecting with a different writer by writing each other’s story ideas, we’d love to have you join our little project. 

For those interested, please click here to fill out the application to sign up. In it, you’ll include your writer name, story prompt idea, as well as indicating how long of a story you’d like to write along with types of TFs you enjoy writing so you can be paired with a prompt that meshes with your interests along with a writer who will do a similar word count.

Sign-ups are open until this Sunday (December 4th), so if you’re interested, make sure to sign up now as soon as you can! Once the 4th passes, writers will then be notified of their pairings, where they will then have until the 23rd - 26th to post their stories.

Thanks for reading and we look forward to having a rather fun and transformative holiday season with all of those involved! If you have any questions whatsoever, please feel free to contact any of us.

#announcement

[grant-spiraltf]

The 2nd Annual Gift Exchange

This time I got to write for my buddy @thegreatstoryteller, I hope you enjoy what I did to you Jay :) Enjoy!

(I’m so sorry it’s a month late, both life and tumblr are working against me)

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Jay opened the door to his living room on this early Christmas morning. The tree had shed a bunch more needles on the ground, but most of them were caught on top of the presents that were placed the night before. He already knew what was in them since he purchased them himself, but it still brought him a lot of joy to tear the wrapping off and play with his self-bought gifts. This year’s presents were mostly games, books and other ways to relax, which he desperately needed to distract himself from current events. 

After dumping all the wrapping paper in the right recycling bin, he gazed out of the windows onto the city. Although his day was filled with fun activities, he just couldn’t shake off the feeling that something weird was going to happen. That’s when he noticed an unfamiliar package in the reflection. It was hidden under a branch, but he didn’t remember buying any other gifts than the one already unpacked. He reached out to it and the wrapping felt weird. It looked like regular paper, but it was soft like silk to the touch, with a big gold bow on top. With curiosity and care, he pulled the box from under the tree to inspect it more closely. Even though it didn’t look that big when he first saw it, the present was huge! It was about 40x40x40cm, which was bigger than anything he had on his wishlist. Jay’s mind started running while his hand went to unwrap the bow. The more he thought about it, there was no way that it actually would have fit under the dense branches. It was almost like...

Magic! Jay quickly retracted his arm while hoping that the realisation didn’t come too late, but in his haste, he accidentally opened the window with his elbow. The wind that was rushing outside quickly found the aperture but Jay quickly turned around and shut the window. When he directed his attention to the gift in front of him again, he was shocked to see that the loose bow on top had been undone by the wind and the cover was on the floor. “How did that even come off?!” At the moment, Jay had no idea what he was supposed to do. The faint light coming out of the box was really alluring, but he knew that a magical gift could also mean a lot of trouble. Even though it was probably a bad idea, Jay couldn’t help himself but sneak a quick peek inside before backing up. “Some sort of boots, a helmet and spandex? What the hell?” Jay leaned in closer again to see if there was a note attached to it, but there was nothing except for the helmet and spandex. Wait, wasn’t there also a pair of boots?

Jay backed up slowly before feeling something soft underneath him. When he looked down he saw that he stepped on the shoes. Before Jay could ask himself how those got there, the fabric started to heat up and he could feel it move under his feet. He instinctively jumped up to get away from it, but the boots clung onto his soles like they were stuck. Within seconds, his feet were completely covered. “What the heck.” He tried to bend down to inspect his new footwear, but his knees just wouldn’t bend, like he’d lost all control over his legs. Suddenly he started moving forward, back to the tree and open present. He tried to resist, but his legs were moving like they had a clear purpose.

When he reached the box, his legs decided to lose all strength and he fell down on his knees, his head above the box. The thump of his knees hitting the hardwood floor was a trigger for the latex suit, which became ‘alive’ and started to slither over the side of the box. Even though he knew it was futile, Jay still tried to back up but again, no such luck. He had lost track of the latex during his escape attempt, but he was quickly reminded of its existence by slithering up his body over his spine, the cold material making Jay shudder. When it reached the base of his skull, Jay could feel the material move over his back, slowly expanding and wrapping itself around his body. It started dripping over his shoulders onto his pecs. Jay was content with his body, but he never wore skintight clothing since it revealed everything. When the suit was done growing, he turned around and looked in the mirror. He was glad he regained control of his legs again, and this time he wasn’t letting go. He checked himself out in the mirror. Something was... off. “Am I bigger? Or is it this thing filled with extra layers?” Jay flexed a little and much to his surprise, he actually looked a bit bigger.

He suddenly got a little dizzy. He stumbled, regained his posture, and looked back at himself. “Wait, why am I wearing this? Oh right, a gift from a fan.” Jay looked at his muscles. God he looked good. He flexed his biceps and gave it a quick kiss. He failed to notice it gaining volume, but he was a little preoccupied with worshipping himself. He did a different pose which brought out his stomach and flexed his abs. Luckily the latex was so tight that his perfect six pack protruded with ease. His powerful arm went towards the back of his neck, and pulled down the zipper. The bones in his back rearranged when the zipper passed them, making Jay broader with every second. He looked down and noticed that his legs looked a little small. “Heh. Must have skipped leg day!” Jay flexed his calves and thighs, framing his stuffed crotch perfectly between the growing legs. He slapped his ass playfully, which grew to about the size of two ripe watermelons. Jay moaned in ecstasy. His hand started playing with his asshole, trying to finger himself through the thin material while the other hand trailed towards his pecs. He glanced at them in the mirror and he was filled with confusion. “They look a little small? What’s even happening, do I need new lights?” He tweaked his nipples and the front of his suit instantly turned dark in the crotch area. Not that he would notice the dark cumstain. Jay has his eyes closed and his head thrown back in pure bliss from the tweaking of his nipples. When he looked back at his pecs, they seemed completely normal again. They were large, firm and very sensitive. He was a little confused, but he brushed it off as needing to drink more water. He checked himself out once more. God he loved posing for himself. It was then that he noticed a strange thing behind him in the corner of his eye. Ripping his eyes from his muscles, he looked over his shoulder through the mirror and saw what looked like a floating, spinning helmet. The helmet stopped spinning and it was ‘looking’ straight at him. “What the...” The helmet started charging at him, and before it hit he remembered everything. The gift, the shoes, the latex and now this. But it was a tad too late.

The back of his head still hurt a little from the impact, but not as much as he’d expected. Steve pulled off his helmet and rubbed the back of his head. “Stupid branches.” Some people noticed him standing there and he could see that they’d beg for a pic. Right when the fans wanted to snap the photo, Steve noticed a piece of paper flying around. He snatched it out of the gust of wind that had been carrying it.

You’re welcome. Grant Spiral.

“Dumb tourist never clean their trash.” He muttered to himself. He crumbled the paper and gave it to a passerby, asking them to throw it away. He then focussed on giving the fans what they wanted to see, so he flexed all the visible muscles. They were lucky he was taking a break when they saw him, but he’d be sledding down the track in minutes. “Jay!” He heard a manly voice shout behind him. He turned around instinctively, seeing the man who had called out and then seeing the kid called Jay he had called out to. “Why did I even react to that?” He pondered. He shrugged it off as not drinking enough water and began his descent.

#grant-spiraltf #muscle tf #tf story #story exchange #thegreatstoryteller #steve langton