As If I Could Ever Forget

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Something a little Kinky

Anyone wanna teach me how to wrestle?

Your bio says you’d be interested in ‘trading bodies’, what’s your current body looking like and how many trades did it take to get it?

It took me quite a while to get inside of my friend's body. But can you blame me for trying? Adam here had been wanting to quit smoking for the longest time but couldn't overcome the cravings and ultimately always gave in and never could kick the habit. I approached him after his most recent attempt failed with a plan to take over his beefy body. I offered to help Adam by explaining a spell I found online that would allow two people to swap bodies as long as they both agreed and that as I was a non-smoker that it would be easier for me to kick the habit for him while he would have no cravings while he hung out in my body. After a few weeks he finally agreed to the swap when he realized how nice it would be to not worry about needing to smoke in my body.

Fast forward to today, you can see that I clearly couldn't handle the cravings either and am enjoying every second of Adam's body. Despite the overwhelming need to smoke, I'm really horny in Adam's body. I don't know if I can agree to change back when my body feels like this. I really did want to kick the habit, but oh well.

Never, Good Boy 😘

Good boy 😘

STOP!

I look young for my age so when I wear a waistcoat or suit I feel like a kid wearing their Dad’s clothes, just playing dress-up. I wish I had the build and face to look like a mature adult that would wear a waistcoat to show off their masculinity.

The genie has put his measuring tape against every possible part of your body by now, surely. He finishes measuring how much your ears stick out and finally steps back, a considering expression on his handsome face. He nods. “Here!”

With a wave of his hand, the genie is holding a heathered charcoal waistcoat. You hold it dubiously, sure that it will be too big, but at the genie’s urging you slip it on top of your T-shirt.

Of course you weren’t wearing a T-shirt. You only wear perfectly pressed white dress shirts. It’s important to always look your best, and you secretly love the pull of the buttons against your toned chest muscles. You move to look in the mirror, stroking your carefully maintained stubble as you consider the waistcoat.

The genie names a price, and you gasp. For one waistcoat? It’s daylight robbery! But then again, the craftsmanship is impeccable. And, you think, stroking your Rolex, it’s not like you can’t afford it. Plus, it makes you look so distinguished.

Your cock chubs in your slacks. You love the feeling of silk underwear. You lick your lips. “Done,” you tell the genie, pulling out your platinum card. You can’t wait to get back to your office at the end of your lunch break and jack off at your desk. No need for porn when you look this sexy and expensive.

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.

Guess I lucked out, now I don’t need to stress to find a Halloween costume because a new Spiderman is here to stay

You swap bodies with someone in the last post you liked with a picture. How happy/screwed are you?

Personally, I'm fine with being Beau Butler.

I love your recent post with the guy in the black & blue wetsuit have you got any more like that

Additionally would also be curious to see what would happen if you fed my face & looks into your system and what you’d create considering I look quite young for my age

There are never enough dudes in wetsuits.

As for using real faces and creating portraits of real people, I don't do that now, it takes too much effort and time, and the result is not always good.

I’ll take BER 6 if it’s still available, thanks

Torben Hendrik didn't actually intend to open the suitcase. He and his friends from the climate activists only collected the suitcases in order to throw them off a highway bridge in a joint action and thus block the access to the airport. But the strange signs on the suitcase make him curious. Are they Norse runes? Maybe something to do with Icelandic fairies or something. So he opens it. A stench of sweat hits him. And he is horrified. The first thing he recognizes are T-shirts with logos like the ones he knows from hooligans and neo-Nazis. He immediately closes the suitcase again. It really belongs on the highway.

On his way to the subway, Torben Hendrik passes a hairdresser. The long curls suddenly annoy him insanely. He takes a look inside the store. Although it's still very early, someone already seems to be there. Maybe this is his chance. The barber asks what he wants. Torben says never mind, the main thing is short. "Okay," answers the hairdresser and gets the long hair clippers. Not five minutes later, Torben sits there and looks in the mirror in horror. What devil has gotten into him? The barber doesn't care and soaps his skull. By the time he's finished shaving, Wotan has calmed down a bit. So at least you can see his "Oi Mate" written in gothic letters on the back of his neck again.

When the barber takes the cape away, you are ashamed of your silly clothes. Actually, you don't want to go out on the street like that anymore. What if your comrades see you like this? You ask the hairdresser if you can change somewhere here. You have your suitcase with you. When you come out of the back room, the store looks completely different. Grafitti and posters of boxing matches on the walls. Stickers from the Herta ultras on the mirrors.

The barber is a comrade. You would have now damn desire to ram the horny skinhead your cock in the ass. But you have no time for it today. He wears Domestos jeans like you. With white suspenders. And with white laces in the 20-hole DocMartens. Clearly also more your taste . But for what you and the comrades are up to today, combat boots are more suitable.

Meeting is in the bushes near the highway bridge, where the leftist rabble supposedly wants to meet right away. Damn do-gooders. So the world does not become better. And a climatic change invented nevertheless only the damned lying press!

Not sure if you can help me but, recently I’ve found out about this guy called Eddie Chipp and now all I can think about is how I want be like him, or maybe I even want to be him. To be so big, and not care how little I wear because I’m absolutely gorgeous

After finding this man I see the appeal for sure. We just have to make this happen. Without warning you find yourself floating through the air in a house that you’re not familiar with. There is Eddie. Posing in front of a mirror looking hot with b his muscles body. You slamming the back of him and take immediate control of his meaty flesh. “Woah !” You scream out in his voice. You bend and flex your body. Finally in control of the one man you wished to be. But then you hear a voice in the back of your head and realize that Eddie is still there. Unable to take control of his body ever again. But he can talk to you. You look down at your body and think about all the things you’re going to do in this one. Eddie knows what you’re thinking and screams no! But that doesn’t stop you was strutting to the bathroom with with meaty size 14s. It’s time Eddie had the first taste of his body. After all he’s going to be eating a lot more of it from now on.