Get On Your Knees

Belated Happy Birthday! Sorry I’m so late with this, as a way to say sorry feel free to do what you want with me to help the celebrations last that little bit longer

When you came to you had the intense urge to help someone, the birthday boy. However no matter how hard you were thinking you couldn't think of how. So you just stopped. Stopped thinking, stopped worrying. The moment you did that a warm feeling washed over your body. At the same time your body began to feel tight. Your head felt light.

You looked down to see your arms almost bursting the seams, your pecs almost pushing through. You pulled your shirt over your neck and looked at your rippeling new abs. Your legs burst through your pants as your underwear became home to a python with their eggs. You couldn't help but fondle your new groin and looked over at the mirror in your room. You looked like a brute. A hot sexy brute able to relieve all worries in their partners life. You snapped a pic and send it to your birthday boy. "Omw babe... no worry"

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!

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 ;)

Atta boy! If you keep up this effort for the Summer I’ll see to it to keep you on full time, and even throw in some private sessions in the gym so you can look like me one day!

Still looking for people to pick numbers? I’m indecisive and couldn’t pick a number myself so randomly generated a 6. I hope it helps me become more decisive

You're in luck. Your new body is decisive. You have to be when you own your own gardening company and make your own gym routines.

If you ever need someone to help you with work, feel free to turn me into some muscular manual laborer

The charm this photo has, is what I aspire to

I just took this to show someone what book I was reading but I like the photo so you all get to see it now :)

Hope you lot don’t mind me turning up a bit sweaty, he was always around people so the only time I could make my move was when he was on his daily run, and honestly I’m kinda enjoying my new musk

HALLOWEEN PARTY!!!

Halloween is two weeks away! If you want to come to my party you can! You just gotta possess a hunk first! This is my hunk!! Cum make me a bottom!

Anyone wanna teach me how to wrestle?

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...

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.

Been a minute !! Hey guys!