Anyone Wanna Teach Me How To Wrestle?

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"

Well I owe you one for helping me out and with Summer coming up I need all the help I can get, you’re hired

Get to work trimming those hedges for me, would ya!

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

So I wanna give you a choice, so here’s two options:

1) If someone gave you free rein over tf-ing their body what would be your go to change for them?

Or

2) Swap, Hypno, TF; Jonathan Bailey, Orlando Bloom & Brett Dier

Multiple choice huh? Hahaha okay well I suppose I’ll go with the first one.

So. What would be my go to change? That’s a good one honestly. I suppose it could come down to who’s asking maybe. For example if this is a young 20 something year old dude one of my first go to changes would be some hot age progression. Aging him up gracefully into a hot mature daddy I think. Some silver in his hair. A good beard growing in hopefully. Yeah I feel like that would be the most likely and most self indulgent kind of change I’d make to someone. Even if they weren’t a young dude I’d probably still steer them towards hot daddy.

That said it would also be extremely tempting to turn someone into a bulky muscled jock instead. Especially if this person was a woman beforehand. Seeing her body flood with testosterone as it bulks up into an image of pure masculinity. I’d love getting to see her reaction every part of her new body. The muscle, the body hair, the deep voice and of course her thick new cock

But maybe if this person is someone I know personally, I might try to cater towards them. For example if this person turned out to be my boyfriend @tf-lover then my first go to change for him would be to change him into a hunky black dude. I know that’s been one of his biggest fantasies for awhile now so I’m certain he wouldn’t complain one bit

new pance :)

Get on your knees

A very relatable feeling, but that arm definition is delightful too!

Even I want to bury my face in my pits these days tbqh 🥵

Function & fashion in one gym look!

All Skins Compression workout today.

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.

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!

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!