Third Roomate

Fresh Body

There is no confidence boost like when you slip on a fresh body. All my old problems melt away when I see my new reflection. There’s nothing like putting on a Latino hunk to make everything feel right with the world.

Emmanuel

I honestly forgot I had him. When you harvest as much as I do, a few skins are bound to get lost in the shuffle. Now that I’m in his body, I don’t know why I haven’t worn him more. I think I’m gonna put him into my regular rotation.

Blessing you all this Christmas with this transformative holy water excreted out from my body which will shed all your nerdiness and all those lame quality in yours and replace it with something much more fitting for you to hang around and join me in this quest for worshipping our own muscle and glory. Stay blessed, brother

Classic bait & switch, my signature magic move.

I transform myself into some underwear, lay down on a public bathroom floor, and wait for some faggy perv to come along and take the free briefs. Maybe it’s because he likes the mystery of who left them there, or the self-humiliation, or some other fetish, or maybe he just needs new undies. The reason doesn’t matter to me, I just need a new body as a disguise.

Once he puts me on, my magic powers take over. His mind, his consciousness, slips down from the seat of his brain, falls through his body, and he essentially farts it out of his own ass, absorbed into the fabric, where he becomes his own underwear. At the same time, my consciousness is able to go in and up, into his head, and just like that, I’m him. He’s dirty bathroom floor briefs on what’s formerly his own ass.

Man, what a handsome one I got this time. You wouldn’t expect this guy to be such a freak. And I guess you wouldn’t expect him to be me, either, which is why I needed to take him over. Now I can escape my pursuers in this new body.

Don’t worry, down there, underwear boy, I can always give you your body back. But… I just might keep it. For a while, maybe forever, I don’t know yet. Hang in there while I use your body as my new disguise for now.

When Jason, a fellow suiter told me about this guy I got quite excited, raving about his nice  beard and luscious equipment.

He had him for quite a while, turned him at a party when that guy passed out drunk, patiently waited until everyone was gone to turn him right there.

So my friend came over, leading me into the bedroom to pull out what he teased me a surprise, not knowing that it would be that guy.

My jaw literally drops when he pulled him out of a dufflebag.

"You definately didn't overexaggerate" I commented when his dangling, hollow yet already impressive junk was revealed before he carefully placed the hollow body onto my bed.

Slowly I stroke along the suit, spread infront of me on the bed, feeling his hollow dick, his hairy, nice torse, the chest, the slightly firmer nipples, the beard, leaning forward to feel his lips with mine, sliding in my tongue, imagining him kissing me as I would do once I slipped into his hull, once I became thi hunky daddy.

“He is stunning!” I marvel getting my hand under his junk, feeling it, 

“I wonder what this member have have been into upto now, literally” imagining it's size once it would be filled up again, filled up with me, my body, my pleasure, my excitement. 

“I sure had some good fun with this” Jason stated, joining my hand with his, leaning into a kiss.

"I can't wait to feel him on my body" I moaned, starting to undress me, getting off my shirt, opening up my pants, feeling the hollow skin in between, kissing Jason, feeling his hands all over me, taking the hull, holding it up for me with a smiling wink once I was naked, stepping closer to kiss him before I kiss those empty lips again, stroking along that body again before Jason turned him around, opening up his back, the entrance to yet another world of experiences.

Excitedly I lift my foot, sliding in, searching for the leg to get in, sitting on the bed to out the other foot in aswell like sliding into rubbery leggings.

As I stood up it is time for that member, and although my junk is pretty nice and fully pumped that massive tool of his still wraped over with quite some extra room. 

Excitedly we kissed again, feeling that hull around my tool, pulling up the suit to cover my torso, feeling the hairy skin over mine, loose still, before I slide in my arms into those manly limbs.

“I love his build!” I stated, imagining his strong arms, sliding in my fingers into his big hands, wiggle them, injoying the feeling. 

Then we kiss once again as the only thing left is that hairy face, dangling down my chest before I get it up, seeing those eyewhiles from the inside, the nose, the mouth with a little bit of the full beard visible, taking in a musky smell before I dive in, pulling that mask over my head, adjusting those wholes over my features, slightly damp, kinda warm, hugging my head beforeI feel yet another kiss through that loose mask while fingers search for the opening in my back, knowing, that once it is closed the suit would merge, transforming my body to that stunning build until I would be that guy, until it no longer would feel like a suit but my own body.

“Ahhhh…” I groan, hearing that new voice out of my throat, his throat“ this is perfect”...

NOT MY STORY. STORY IS ORIGINALLY FROM MALEBODYEXHIBITION.TUMBLR.COM WHICH DEACTIVATED YEARS AGO. REPOSTED FOR RECORD KEEPING PURPOSES

You planned to keep this one for two days. He was rather an interesting catch, entirely accidental. You initially took over his father, jumping into his ass crack while he was lifting a dumbbell for a deadlift. You took the body home, then explored it with your tongue, finding the trails of sweat he worked up during his training. You pumped his cock until you blew a load, then just strutted around his house free ballin’. You didn’t notice he son had come home until you was standing before you mouth agape.

You rushed to him and kissed him on the mouth, because you were his father and you just wanted to show him you loved him, plus you just didn’t care. This wasn’t your body and this wasn’t your house. You could do what you wanted, but when his son didn’t return the kiss and instead tried to push you off—and succeeded—you decided to just jump ship. You grabbed him by his waist, a small boy compared to his daddy. You tore off his workout shirt, a wife beater torn off at the midsection to show his belly button and abs—initially why you thought he would like being kissed—what straight male would wear something only bitches would flaunt? And you mount him like the stallion stud this body wanted to be by how much bitches this man has slain with his cock. You pump yourself into your son, his abs flexing and his ass tightening with each thrust into his virgin boy pussy. You’re sweating on him and he’s grunting and struggling to move under your weight, but you hold him in place with your muscular thighs as you begin pumping your seed into him. He smiles and begins to moan sensually—he was beginning to convert as you start to enter him from the dad’s dick into his ass. Soon your vision changes and you’re on all four as your new dad jackhammers your ass. You feel yourself cum onto your workout shorts and you hold your father’s hand which are wrapped around your chest. Soon your father falters and falls on top of you.

You fall to your side and he collapses into a puddle of his own sweat.

Man, you think, your ass is rekt’d. But it feels good. You feel cum ooze out and stain your underwear. This new body is perfect. It’s more muscular and tone than the dad, and the cock is larger by comparison. You almost feel bad for the father. Used for only an hour before being discarded as a suit of skin for a brand new model.

You decide fuck it. Maybe someone else will find the skin and get use out of being a hot dad for a day. But aside from that, his son will suffer the same fate. After two days, you plan to scrap this skin and find something new. Why not? Why be tied down as one hot guy when you can be a hundred?

Story Request: The Spy Who Lost His Body

Dan:

My name is Daniel Smith but most in the agency know me as Special Agent S.

You see I’m an international spy trained to collect information. But what I do is very different from most field agents. You see my mission require me to live somebody else life in order to obtain what I need.

How does it work? Well with our sophisticated technology, all I have to is lay down in this locked room while my mind is transferred with target.

While I’m off on my mission, my body is monitored by security just to make sure who’s ever in it doesn’t try anything. It also helps that I take a sedative right before—

Today’s mission: James O’Reilly, a wealthy man hosting a dinner party in downtown Dallas.

Although he’s not the main person we are planning to collect information about his business partner.

So here we go! I laid down in the bed, took my sedative, and closed my eyes.

The next moment I wake up I’ll be James O’Reilly—

I opened up my eyes and looked down.

First, thing I saw was feet.

But somethings seemed off— they’re definitely a guys feet but James is in 40s…

I look down at my hands and they youthful.

I looked around the room, it wasn’t something I’d expect for an adult man but more for a college aged boy.

Posters were hung up of bands, a pile of clothes were in the corner of the room.

I searched everywhere for a mirror. And finally came across one.

Staring back at me was a boy probably in his 20s. I started to panic! This isn’t supposed to happen.

It’s never happened before and we don’t have a protocol for mixed up swaps.

I guess the first thing I need to figure out is who’s body I’m currently in.

That’s when I hear a knock at the door.

“Fray, can I come in?”

“Uh sure!”

Well there’s a start! The kids name is Fray.

That’s when a handsome gentlemen in suit a-tire walks in. And all I could do was stare in horror.

The man in front of me was James O’Reilly!

“Son, are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

“Uh, yeah I’m okay dad.” The words rolled off my tongue as it registered— I’m in James’ son’s body.

“Well I’m about to leave for the party do you need anything before I go?”

“Uh nope! All good! Just going to have a really calm night. Nothings unusual here.”

“Are you sure you’re okay? Your face is pale.”

“Yeah I’m good probably just need to eat something.”

“Okay, well I left some cash downstairs if you want to pick something up. I’ll be home late tonight so don’t wait up for me.”

With that James gave me a hug and walked out the door.

Unsure of what to do I realized that I didn’t have a number to call nor could I go back to HQ. It’s on the other side of the country.

I’m stuck here until headquarters swaps us back.

I opened up fray’s wallet and looked at his license. He’s 20 years old and his full name is Francis.

I guess Fray must be a nickname.

I checked the clock, I have about 10 hours until the scheduled swap back happens.

I probably should just relax, sides I haven’t taken a break from a mission in awhile. And it wouldn’t make sense for me to show up as James’ son to the party.

I laid back in Fray’s bed and my eyes kept going back to his feet.

They were surprisingly huge for his frame. And I wasn’t sure what it was about them but I liked them.

His toes were long and well kept. His soles were smooth. Oh god, I think I’m getting turned on by this.

I brought his left foot up to my noise and smelled it. I can tell he hasn’t bathed today.

I pull down the pajamas I had on and was by the size of his dick. It’s huge!

It looks almost odd compared to his frame.

I started stroking it and it felt so sensitive. I’m a good way.

I let out a soft moan. Mhmmm it feels so good…

It’s so dirty and wrong, I shouldn’t be doing this in his sons body but his feet.. his slim chest… and his giant monster… oh— I’m getting close!

I bite my lip and my eyes roll to the back of my head. And I exploded all over Fray’s chest.

I was covered in it and had a dirtier thought come to mind. I take some of his juices and put it on his left sole.

I licked every last drop.

I laid back again thinking about what I just did in Fray’s body. I felt some guilt but at the same time I couldn’t wait to do it again.

That’s when I see his phone light up, someone named Thomas was calling.

I hesitated to answer it but went for it anyways.

“Hello?”

“Hey! I’m the way, should be there in 10. Have you figured out what movie we should watch?”

“Uh, not yet.”

“That’s okay I’ll be there soon, we can pick one out together. Don’t forget we still need to get some of school work done. ”

“Oh okay, I’ll see you soon then.”

“Bet! See you soon!”

Crap! His friend is coming over, I need to get dressed quick!

Victim Of The Gym

The manager of the gym gave him the keys so he could get his workout done early in the morning. I also had a set of those keys. He’s my prisoner now. Soon, I’m going to inject him with the bodysuit serum. When I saw his hot young lean body, I knew I had to have him. I harvest so many of my victims from the gym. He is simply the latest addition to my collection.

The great shift: son to dad

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𝗦𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗮𝗱: (English version)

My name is David. And I hate my life…

High school is a misery. Abuse from bullies, infuriating subjects and the list could go on. I was fed up. I wasn't happy, and I wanted my life to change.

Besides having my father, he certainly wasn't much help. My father was masculine, successful, womanizing and handsome. I had had so many wet dreams about him even though I didn't want to admit it out loud, but he certainly sucked at trying to connect with me. Every complaint about being bullied was only accompanied by, “You need to learn to stand up for yourself, you're already a man.” And other things like, “If I were you.” It was infuriating.

He was popular in high school, the best at sports, adored by the girls and every boy's friend. I'm just a puny, video game-addicted geek that jocks love to occupy as their punching bag.

And that day had gotten off to a bad start.

— So you won't give me your money? - Aaron, the dumbest jock in the whole high school, was about to sink my head in the toilet.

— I told you I don't have any! Get off me!

I tried to move in vain. I could smell the aroma, causing me nothing but nausea. I closed my eyes tightly, expecting at any moment to crash into the water.

However, I heard a crash. Some kind of energy ran through me from head to toe, leaving me in darkness for a few seconds. Before returning to reality.

I opened my eyes in fright, finding myself in a completely different environment from where I was just seconds before. I was now in a strangely familiar office. Wait, is this my dad's office?

I looked down to find something even more different than the environment, my legs were on a table. But I was no longer wearing my old clothes, now I was wearing a formal suit, polished dress shoes.

I looked exactly how my dad had dressed today. I stood up quickly. At least I had grown about 18 inches taller, everything looked lower. I felt heavy and… strangely powerful. I began to feel my new body. And I was more than delighted: his thick muscles, his hairy pecs, his huge biceps. The smell of his cologne… it was all mine, that body I had fantasized about so many times was finally mine. God… how good the tight pants felt. Everything was showing. I dared to massage the contour above the pants, letting out a deep moan.

What had happened was called “The Great Shift,” a phenomenon around the world that caused body changes here and there.

Obese people ended up in the bodies of bodybuilders, unemployed people in movie stars, adult film stars in Catholic people, young people in adult bodies and the list could go on.

Clearly some more benefited than others. And I can say with absolute certainty that I hit a jackpot.

Just look at these biceps! I could spend hours and hours smelling my new musk, I love it when it meets my cologne… I smell like an alpha male.

Or just look at this big, fat chest. God, my pecs are huge now!

There's nothing left of the skinny geek I used to be. I still love video games and play them whenever I can, although I've moved on to other priorities.

And if you're wondering about my father. I have to tell you that he is now my son, who knew he would end up in my old body? Now he has to deal with adolescence again and having that pathetic body, which by the way… seems to influence him too much.

He doesn't know it, but I've found him sniffing my boxers on the sly or my sweaty clothes. Or I've even seen him watching gay stuff, apparently he now acts on the instincts of my old body. But this body?

Nah, the days of womanizing are in the past. Now I enjoy something much better: absolute control of men. I love to see how they kneel before me, surrendered, waiting for my approval. The way they sigh when I let them get close, when they inhale my scent and gaze adoringly at me. Hearing how my mere presence makes them obedient, how their voices tremble as they call me 'daddy', ready for anything. Because now, I make the rules.

My father's closet changed in its entirety. Gone were those boring suits, now he always tried to make shirts fit me as tight as possible, with leather gloves and tight dress pants. Or even suspenders, see how well they highlight my pecs, perfect for my full chest to show off.

I love my new body, hairy, strong, powerful, with a strong scent, its big muscles… Everything was big.

Arms that were marked with every flex and a pair of huge pectorals… I did get my lottery ticket when I ended up in my father's body.

And you know what the best part is? The fate of my bully Aaron. Poor, dumb, hapless Aaron….

My dad had an assistant named Justin. He was a skinny guy, blond, very cute if I'm being honest, and best of all… he was gay. And that's exactly where Aaron ended up. At first he thought about quitting, but after The Great Shift, the work environment became more than chaotic. So he had no choice but to stay.

At first the relationship remained very professional. Until I guess the same thing happened to him that happened to my father, I could see him staring at my arms or my pecs, how he seemed to always be watching me or hovering to get my attention. The great Aaron had been reduced to a guy begging for his boss's attention.

So one day I took pity on him.

— Aaron.

— Yes?

— I think it's time to talk about the way you see me, it's not appropriate.

— What the hell are you saying? - and there was a vestige of his old personality, but I would take care of burying it.

— Careful with your words, I remind you that I am no longer David. And you are not Aaron. I'm your boss now, and you're my assistant.

— Fuck you, Davi! - and before he could finish the word. I slapped him in the face.

— I told you I'm not David anymore. Now get down on the floor.

He stood still for a few seconds, until his instincts finally gave way, dropping to his knees on the floor.

— That's it. That's the way I like it - I muttered to take a seat in one of the armchairs in my office, with a smug smile - Now… I think my shoes are dirty, would you mind running your tongue over them to clean them?

He froze, his face was red. I didn't know whether from anger or embarrassment.

— I said I want you to clean my shoes.

Without holding back any longer, he approached them to start licking them, at first with disgust, until he seemed to become eager to lick. At that moment I pushed my foot away, which caused him to moan.

— What is your name? - I muttered, sternly.

— M-my name is Aaron…

— No. Your name is Justin.

— B-but that's not my name.

— Say it.

I looked at him with superiority. I could feel his morals, and the vestiges of his past life, finally going down the drain.

— M-my name is Ju-Justin.

— That's right, Justin. And now you must obey your boss. Lame.

And from then on there was no vestige of the straight jock Aaron used to be, now there was only Justin, a gay assistant who used to please his boss in his spare time.

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I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I enjoyed writing it. I'm not an English speaker, so I used a translator to bring it to your language (apologies if the wording is a bit weird). If you liked it, don't forget to follow it and share it so more people can discover it. I'm always open to suggestions and ideas, so if you have any fantasy or scenario in mind, let me know in the comments.

See you in the next story… Who knows what body you'll occupy this time?

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