Unexpected

Soz Boss, forgot what I was doin, haha. I’ll get back to work now!

I don’t think it’s on here, but I’m pretty sure you wrote a body swap story featuring a guy named Reece, and just wanted to say it’s probably one of my favourite things I’ve ever read 🥵

Honestly I’d happily let you change me however you’d want after reading it

The one involving an office jockey getting swapped into the body of a chav? Them becoming a dim building site workie as their identity is sucked into a silver necklace and replaced? Yes, that was me.

Maybe I’ll get around to posting it on here eventually. There was more to the idea that I never got around to finishing. It involved giving him his old personality back but his body still acting as the chav. So he’s forced to witness and do things without control, but over time his thoughts slowly start to align with his body. There was also a boyfriend that came looking for him and…well, the building site coincidentally gets another pair of diligent hands to help out.

Perhaps you’d like to join them? There’s always room for more labourers, and I have a fit young lad willing to swap bodies. The pay is virtually non existent, the hours are long and your brain cells would be in the single digits. But other than that, it seems like it would suit you perfectly. I already have a chunky chained necklace waiting to have your name engraved on it. But it’s up to you, you can continue your dull life, of questioning yourself, feeling inadequate. Or you can embrace blissful ignorance, and be content at being just a simple minded workie for the company.

Yes that’s it, put it on, free yourself of complex ideals and surrender your old personality for my ever growing collection.

Good thicko. And? Don’t just stand there blockhead, start fucking working.

Something a little Kinky

Get on your knees

Adventures at Swap Night

I’ve always been a kinky minded person, but due to being a shy introvert I’ve never really acted on them, without kink friends it’s hard to feel comfortable going to events or acting on my impulses. Instead I use social media to observe from afar and live vicariously through others, might not be the most healthy coping method but it works. Well that was my method until I saw a flyer for this event called Swap Night at my area’s local fetish club and getting drunk one evening, tickets were bought and contact info given before I even had the chance to chicken out.

Not really knowing what the event was exactly, I thought it was where kinky minded gear lovers gathered and trade clothing etc, you know like a swap shop sort of thing, I dressed in some of my older stuff hoping someone might approach me interested in a trade.

Entering the venue the feeling was as electric as I’d hoped giving me a new kind of confidence and excitement I’d not felt before. Everywhere I looked there were people being their authentic selves, pups, gimps, leather daddies, anything you can imagine you could see someone encapsulating that idea, it was incredible. After sitting at the bar drinking for probably 30 minutes, I heard some mic taps and this big bloke dressed in chaps and a leather waistcoat now stood on the stage.

“Gentleman, Pups, Doms, Subs & everyone else, welcome! Glad to see all of you here. Now are you ready to get Swap Night started!!”

The crowd cheered and some even wolf whistled.

He continued “Well then get ready to receive your texts and head to your designated spaces, and remember have fun swapping!!”

*bzzzt* I feel my phone vibrate a text pops up

“Hey, when you’re ready head to room 302 to begin your night ;)”

Finding my way out the back I found 302 not sure what to expect I hesitantly opened the door only to find an empty hotel suite

*bzzzt* “Get comfy and lay down on the bed” feeling it better to just obey the message rather than try to rationalise and figure this all out I put my head down and next thing I knew I was in a deep deep sleep, felt like I was swimming or falling through a black void, then suddenly a whiteness washed over me and I was awake again but something felt different, my clothes felt odd, tighter and only one piece, but then I felt different thinner, taller I stood up, luckily the room had a mirror and that’s when I saw me, well I think it was me.

I was some rubber guy, and not my usual self. And I was hot, like a sex machine, whoever this guy was he had given me a real gift, lucky the rubber had a front zip and releasing my new beast was amazing I was uncut and big, I started to stroke it getting hard, hornier and sweatier the rubber really sealing in all my new juices. I was in heaven, I was the ideal sexy rubber guy, horny and ready to please myself and others.

*bzzzt* a new message appeared on this body’s phone it was an image followed by a short message

“Hey new me, fancy coming to play with Daddy? Find me in room 310, I’ll be waiting ;)”

My new cock sprayed all down the mirror the message and invite sending me over the edge, looks like the previous owner of this body might have been a narcissist. Now I’ve gotta go, don’t wanna disappoint my rubber Daddy!

And if you ever see a Swap Night in your area go, it can be a real eye opening experience ;)

Recently I’ve been seeing loads of pics of gym guys in tight, probably too small lycra gear, it’s making me jealous of their muscles & confidence, I wish I could be like them and wear tight lycra without a care who sees or stares

You’re browsing wistfully through an online sports gear store when a popup window opens, displaying a cartoonish image of a buff genie in head-to-toe lycra. “Special first time offer loading…” the popup declares, and the genie winks at you as the webpage resets.

Suddenly, something has changed. You start running your hands over the smooth fabric hugging your body and look down to see yourself clad in a tight spandex leotard covered in brand names. Even your body underneath the clothes looks different, bulked up and tan, veins almost visible right through the lycra.

You jump up, checking that the window is shuttered so no one will see you, and scramble to your closet, but inside is more of the same. Every scrap of your clothing has been replaced with lycra. The cotton polo shirts have become form-fitting compression tees. All your slacks are now muscle-hugging yoga tights. And your underwear is all sheer, tight-fitting, and skimpy as hell.

As you blush down to your lycra-clad chest, you hear a cough from your computer speakers, and turn to see the cartoon genie glaring at you from the screen. “Okay, wrong reaction,” he scolds you, his voice tinny and distorted. “Maybe this will fix you.”

Faster than you can react, another loading bar fills and the page resets.

It’s like a fog settles over your head. This is hot, you think, feeling up massive tan muscles through your even tighter lycra one-piece. You love the mesh panels that let everyone see how much of a lycra slut you are. Nothing else is important except showing off your spandex-clad superhero muscles and getting off in your favourite gear.

Another wish fulfilled.

Got a wish you need twisted? Send an ask! Remember to say “I wish” so the genie hears exactly what you’re wishing for.

Good morning boys. I’m feeling hit again which means I’m here to make it your problem with douchey GPOYs and slutty captions. So HOP ON.

Something I didn’t know I needed, but will occupy my thoughts for a while

anyways

Think you can give me the body of an Olympic swimmer, Adam Peaty, Duncan Scott, Michael Phelps, I don’t mind who, I just wanna wear a Speedo and have the whole world look at me as a stud

Adam never saw it coming. A little sting was all he felt before his body collapsed and his mind went blank. His well-formed body turned into a nice skin suit just for you.

All you need to do, is to take care of your newest posession.

it is the perfect fit right away: it is easy for you to adjust to your new frame, the thick, toned body, the tattoos, and all in all, your new life as a professional swimmer.

You love all about it. Running around barely clothed, just a tight speedo to cover your manly parts, and people dont mind. Instead, they appreciate your physique, watch your muscles flex while moving effortlessly through the water.

It doesnt even matter that you are hard most of the times. Its no secret that you are packing heat inside your trunks. It is visible for anyone with eyes. Who could fault you?

Seeing all those sexy, almost naked guys all day, and performing at your best would anyone grow hard.

And as a swimmer, this is your work gear, and thats what you love the most. People see you as the stud you are, showing off your taut muscles and thick meat.

And another perk of your new job; you are wet all the time, an easy way to hide your cock leaking anytime you would see your fellow swimmers.

Wearing tight gear isnt making it easier not to cum once youre dressed up. Your body, somehow, is horny during swim sessions. And this makes it even harder to stay focused.

Luckily, your fit body allows you to perform well after all.

You are flourishing inside your new body, and no one will ever expect you to not be Adam Peaty.

Thanks for answering, based on how those undies suit you as well, I think blue might just be your colour!

I love your pinned photo you look great in it and the tights/leggings suit you, but real question is that mirror wall mounted yet? 😅

Aw thank you my friend! That photo was wildly popular, I really didn't predict it!

The wall mirror is finally mounted, yes! Although it does make it difficult to take similar photos now...

Anyone wanna teach me how to wrestle?