PREFACE- This was a request I got from my asks! I’m actually so stoked to be doing this and am open to more requests! If you have an image or an idea I’ll try my hardest to write SOMETHING. This one was for deodorant, but I couldn’t really find a picture of uh… one of my usual subjects using deodorant so hopefully you can picture it well enough 🙂 I should probably do a better job of proof reading these too. Anyways…
This summer could not be going worse. Cody was staying at his Grandparent’s house because his parents were out for their anniversary. He couldn’t stand being here, mostly because there was NO air conditioning. How his grandparents lived without AC is an enigma all in itself. Either way, he was starting to sweat, and more importantly, smell. He HAD to dull the stench somehow, but he couldn’t find the deodorant he swore he packed.
Snooping around the house, he eventually found his grandpa’s old spice. He really didn’t want to use something that his grandpa used, but after all that searching, he smelled even WORSE. He uncapped the Old Spice Bearglove Scented deodorant stick. (Not one of his favorite smells, but it would have to do). He realized that being in his sweaty clothes could be counter intuitive since he had just applied his deodorant, so he stripped down to his underwear.
That’s when he started to feel … just a little funny. Cody wasn’t more than 5 foot 5, but he noticed that his feet seem to be further towards the ground than usual. it was actually rather disorienting, this sudden growth spurt. He found himself towering high, at 6 foot 2… Wasn’t his grandfather 6′2? He lurched forwards, clutching his stomach as he suddenly felt an intense gurgling in his stomach. Hairs started popping up all over, especially on his chest and face. The surfaces all over his body that had once been hairless, now probably had hair on them. A full beard appeared on his face as he started to lose his chin definition. His legs thickened out into trunks, his arms gaining muscle and fat, his stomach gaining even more fat than that. He gasped and shook his belly as it started to hang over his waistband. Looking into the nearby mirror, he could see he looked JUST like his grandfather, the final changes taking place, as his cock and balls filled out, tightening his underwear along with his ass. His tighty whiteys feeling far too tight for his now older body.
“Oh my god”. his voice rumbled, a deep baritone.
That’s when he heard a yell from the other room, that sounded a lot like his voice.
Stupid genie! This isn’t what I meant when I wanted a bigger lifestyle by the beach! Now I have this big fucking belly and I’m old as fuck! Maybe I can call myself and get this reversed so I don’t have to check under these shorts. I can only hold my piss for so long … What the fuck why won’t he pick up! Oh shit he did pick up. Hello? What do you mean thanks for the youth? Give me back my body!
There’s got to be some way of stopping my dad from using his goddamn magic on me! Every time I do something wrong, he grounds me by putting me in his body and making me stay home and do chores, while he goes out with MY friends!
I absolutely hate being in his body, so it always sucks when he says “It’s time for you to learn some respect,” cause that’s how I know he’s about to swap our bodies. He does his usual Hokus Pocus and the next thing I know I’m bald and have this huge gut! I don’t know why he doesn’t punish me by turning me into a frog or something, and then use his magic to actually make himself decent looking. Maybe body swapping is the only spell he knows… after all, I haven’t really seen him do much other magic.
It’s just me and him, living in my grandfathers house. I don’t really know the story with mom, or how grandpa has enough money to support both of us while my dad hardly works. All I know is if I don’t finish mowing this lawn before my dad gets back from school, I’m gunna be stuck doing the dishes in this body too! God I’m so sweaty, and I can feel my larger balls sticking to the inside of my thigh because of how hot it gets.
Hopefully he’ll get home before I have to use the bathroom. I’ve managed to not have to use the bathroom in his body yet, and I don’t want to have to make use of my FATHERS privates, or even look at them for that matter…
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I wrote this this on my phone, and have very little service, so please excuse any errors because I’m too lazy to proof read 🙂
I have tons of ideas for stories, and I’m just praying that this even posts in the first place since I’m dipping in and out of signal. I have one larger story in mind, and hopefully some audience participation planned along with it…
I’ll be honest, I’m kind of addicted to writing these. It’s very fun and fulfills something in me I didn’t know about. Hopefully you guys won’t mind being spammed by TF and Swap stories while I have an itch to write them… after awhile the hype will die down and I’ll try to write more slowly and thoughtfully …
Oh man, I thought I was pissed at my dad before, but this time what he’s done REALLY takes the cake.
While my dad was away playing with my friends, I thought I would try a sip of alcohol, just a sip I swear! Since he’s going out pretending to be a kid, I might as well get to enjoy pretending to be an adult. I figured I wouldn’t really get to legally decide if I like the stuff for a couple more years, so why not try it now? Well unfortunately for me, my dad just happened to walk in while I was finishing off a beer, and uh, he wasn’t very happy. He decided that putting me in his fat, middle aged body wasn’t punishment enough, so he switched me and my grandfather’s bodies! I can’t BELIEVE him!
The second the swap took place, I was shocked. I’ve done my best to avoid acknowledging my physical appearance so far, maybe I can just keep my eyes averted awhile longer… I thought my grandfather would be stoked to be a kid again for awhile, but he doesn’t seem to happy with my dad. When I left to get groceries (As per terms of my punishment, getting groceries as my grandpa), I thought I heard them arguing about something.
After struggling to find what I was told to get, I was finally on my way home. It was so hard to read any of the labels with my grandfather’s eyes. I’m not blind or anything, but small text is definitely an issue in this body. When I got home,(driving is super scary by the way, I barely know how) I opened the door to find my father sitting defeated in his chair with his head in his hands. My grandfather stood looking guiltily out the window in the corner.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, wondering what could possibly have them so upset.
“Son,” my dad started, his voice getting caught in his throat. “I never was a Wizard, I just wanted you to think that so you wouldn’t question my power or my ability to punish you.”
This news wasn’t so bad, it didn’t change the fact that he could switch our bodies, or other people’s for that matter.
“Well what’s up then?” I pried, since they hadn’t really given me a straight answer.
“This whole time I’ve been using an amulet with the ability to switch people’s bodies. Your grandfather knew about it, and hasn’t totally approved of me using the artifact to punish you in such a strange fashion.” my dad said.
Over in the corner my grandfather’s face hardened, I could tell he didn’t like the next part. But as for the reason why? I suppose I would have to listen and find out.
“When you were leaving to take care of the groceries, your grandfather and I got into an argument. He said I shouldn’t be using the amulet like this, since he didn’t even consent to being put in your body. He smashed the amulet, thinking it would restore you guys to your proper bodies … He was wrong, and now there’s no other way for you two to switch back.”
I felt like I had been punched in the stomach, I was suddenly very aware of the body that I would now have to call mine, paying extra care to the details I had ignore before. Rushing to the bathroom to find the largest mirror we owned, tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at my grandfather’s … no…my body.
I had far more hair on my body than I had ever known before. I might as well call it fur at this point, with how dense it is. While that can be said about my body hair, the hair on my head was far less full. I felt the smooth surface of the bald spot on my head, twiling my hand through my gray hairs. Lastly I brought my hands to my stomach. I thought my dad was heavyset, but my grandfather … I pulled up on the flesh that hung over my waistband, letting it fall and jiggle in front of me. I rubbed my belly over and over in disbelief. I had just lost so much of my life, and I wasn’t ever going to get it back.
Panting and sweaty, I slowly made my way off of the football field over to the sidelines. Our coach was yelling whatever bullshit he usually does when we finish our practice. Today in particular the air was heavy as we had one of the biggest games of the season tomorrow, and things weren’t looking good for us.
“MATTHEWS”, he bellowed, I looked up, his eyes piercing directly into mine.
“WHAT THE FUCK are you THINKING BOY?! If you play like that tomorrow, you can kiss your spot on the team goodbye, and say hello to a spot on the bench!”
God I’m so sick of his shit. On any other day this is just normal coach BS, but he’s been so hard on me lately and it makes almost no sense. I was about ready to break. Actually no, I AM going to break. I was just gonna keep on walking past him but when I stepped close to him I pointed my finger straight into his face and said,
“Well if it’s so easy to just play better why don’t you get out there and play?! … Oh wait,” I pointed at his stomach, hanging over his belt with his shirt tucked in. “Maybe we have to play so hard because you’re not pulling your weight and actually giving us some solid coaching!”
I didn’t bother looking at his reaction, I knew it wasn’t pretty. I had already stormed off the field, heading home for the day. What the FUCK was up with him. I could do a way better job of coaching this goddamn team.
I was fuming so much when I got home that I just walked straight by my parents and slammed my door shut. I furiously disrobed and got into bed, taking almost an hour for sleep to take me as my thoughts swirled at a million miles and hour.
When I woke up the next morning, something didn’t feel … right. First of all, I wasn’t in my room. My room wasn’t white, also my bed not this large. I rubbed my forehead, and then the rest of my head, feeling the smooth skin atop my head … Wait, what?! I brought both of my hands to the top of my head, feeling all over as I scoured for any hair, ABSOLUTELY ANY hair.
“What the FUCK” I yelled, clamping my hands over my mouth when I heard my voice. I leaped out of bed and went to the nearby full sized mirror that was in the bathroom attached to this bedroom. This bedroom who I feared belonged to someone I knew. When I got to the mirror I was shocked. In front of my was my coach. My shirtless coach. I ran my hands over my belly and moobs, giving each of them a cautious shake. I could NOT believe what was happening! I ran my hands over my silver mustache, I’m my 50 year old football coach.
Nearby on the nightstand a phone buzzed. It was a text from my old number
So I thought a lot about what you said after practice yesterday… You were right, I haven’t been pulling my weight. I’m going to start right away! Except I’ll really be pulling your weight, and you’ll be pulling mine! … if you know what I mean. Enjoy being 50 years old, single, fat, and in a washed up football coaching job for the rest of your life! Also … nice package under your shorts … mine was never this impressive! …Well, I guess it is now 🙂 See you at the big game!
My hands shot down into my pants, oh god. He’s uncut? How on earth am I going to get used to this…
“So … you’re finally up” I hear as my mind enters back into consciousness
My eyes slowly get into focus as I look around the room. In an instant reality snaps back into my mind as I stare at the stranger in front of me. And, then panic sets in as my attempts to stand up leads to the realization that I am tied down.
“What the fuck is going on?” I ask in a hazy confused panic.
He stares at me and laughs. His voice rings through my ears and something about it sounds familiar. It brings my attention to his soft lips. In an instant, images of me kissing him flood my mind. I quickly snap out of it. I’m not gay. But, my attention drifts to his sweet brown eyes. It couldn’t be…
He finally answers “What you don’t recognize me? Well I did lose some weight recently” He continues to laugh to himself.
It was my friend. It was Eric. But, it couldn’t be. Just last night we were at the bar. Just last night he was over 300 pounds. Now there is no sign he was ever that fat. In shock all I can think about is how attractive he looks in front of me. I just want to set myself free and ripped those clothes off him and kiss every inch of his body. At this point I was hard, as images of us embracing filled my mind.
“What the hell is going on? What happened to you? Why am I tied up?” I’m finally able to blurt out.
He looks at me coldly “Revenge” he says it in a slightly wicked tone.
His response fills me with fear for what he is planning to do to me. “What the fuck did I do?” I say as anger of the situation starts to set in. But, simultaneously I can feel this anger turning into passion. I want to wrap him in my strong muscular arms. My body urges to connect with him.
“You treated me like trash! You … used … me … like … a …fool.” The power in his voiced scared me, but at the same time it made me want him more. It was strange. It wasn’t a feeling of love. In fact if I was free I would have punched him in the face. No, this feeling was animalistic. I needed to be inside him. “And now the tables have turned.” He begins to smile.
He turns his slim muscular body to the coffee table. And my attention follows. Without his handsome face distracting me, I finally realize we are in my home. My eyesight begins to move along his body. I watch as the muscles in his arms, neck, and face move in a beautiful orchestra. These surfaces that were once covered in pounds of fat. He turns around and faces me, now holding a box. On the box it reads: FROM MR. MISCHIEF. HAVE FUN. He reaches into the box and pulls out four letters.
“Attraction” He says as he turns the first letter around. He puts his hand on my lap and electric signals run through my body. Images of intense love making run through my mind.
“What the fuck did you do to me? I say in a tearful panic.
He begins to laugh, as he moves his hands up my body. My body pulsating with pleasure. His hands continue to message ever inch of my sculptured body; sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You are only attracted to me now.” His moist hands wipe my face.
“I fucking hate you!” I yell.
“You don’t gotta love me to be attracted to me.” He smiles as he reaches towards me. His hands start undoing the ropes holding me back. Although my body wants to embrace Eric, my mind knows I need to make a run for it. I need to knock Eric out and run. As soon as Eric unties me, I stand up quickly and go to punch him in the face. Before my fist makes contact he says, “Stop! And sit down.” My arm automatically falls to my side. My body becomes heavy and falls back on to the chair I was sitting on.
“What the fuck?” I say as he turns around the next letter: OBEDIENCE.
“Stop talking. It’s my turn to speak.” My mind races with thoughts and I try to speak them out loud. But, my lips and throat do not even make an effort to move. “Listen to what I have to say and don’t let your sexual fantasies get in the way.” He flips the third letter: LOVE. And then rips it. “I don’t care that you hate me. In fact I love that you hate me, right now. Being forced to love me won’t teach you the lessons I want you to learn. I loved you. I wanted you. But, I wasn’t your type. You were straight and the sight of my fat ass disgusted you. You used me. You used the love I had for you against me. I would have and did do anything you wanted me to. You were hot, with your muscular body. You were the envy of every man. You liked to show off the god-sculpted body. Standing next to the fat blob I used to be, every girl wanted to get into your pants. And you would leave me there to get your nightly fuck. Everyone staring at me like some kind of fat freak. You knew I liked you. You would call me to do some bullshit thing for you and I came running. I wanted you to love me. But, you were a parasite making me a fool to make yourself feel good, even though you were already perfect”
Shame filled my body. Everything he said was true. I tried to be his friend. I knew he liked me. But, it was so easy to use that against him. He was desperate. I constantly made him the fool and belittled him to boost my own ego. I want to explain … to apologized, but I still couldn’t talk. He flips the fourth letter: WEIGHT TRANSFERENCE. “Now I’m going to turn the tables. It’s your turn to be the fat friend.” You see my fat didn’t just disappear.” He suddenly pulls a nice juicy burger from behind his back. He gives me a small smile.
“Listen to those sexual thoughts again, but this time you’re the bottom.” My thoughts become loud again. I picture his smaller yet toned body, riding my large muscular body. “Eat this. Fast.” I quickly reach out and gulp down the burger. My body starts feeling heavy. Waves of energy pulsate through my body. “Stay still” Eric says as he removes my clothes. He runs and places a mirror in front of me. My face has become swollen. Fat checks and a double chin have replaced my chiseled face. I become super focused and panicked as the rest of my body changes in front of me. My muscular pecks grow into two juicy moobs. My powerfully arms and legs get weighed down with globs of fat. My pelvic area begins to grow a fat pad. Drastically shrinking the size of my package. Finally my abs disappears as my gut juts out. Sticking far past my new moobs. It continues to grow; finally stopping at the half point of my newly thicken thighs. I’m left in shock, as tears fill my eyes.
“Let’s see.’ Eric says in amusement. “With the amount of weight I transferred and with your original weight, you should be about 380 pounds.” He chuckles and gives my belly a nice pat. It jiggles and ripples through out my body. I turn to look at him. His fit, toned, skinny body turns me on even more, now that I am covered in fat. “You are going to hate being fat. But, getting fatter and me playing with your fat will give you the most pleasure you have ever experienced.” He looks at me and just smiles, waiting for something. “Oh … and you can speak now.” He says mockingly.
“I hate you! You ruined me. What the fuck am I going to do now?” I let out between sobs
“Don’t worry I’m not cruel” He laughs as he scoops my tit with his hands. I let out a pleasure-filled gasp. Eric smiles “You’ll be my servant, with some … benefits. Met me in the bedroom in five minutes. I needs to take a load out. You can think of this as a sample of the awards you’ll get for being obedient. Then afterwards we will go to the gay bar. Standing next to a fat ass like you, I’ll look even more attractive to any guy looking to bang the night away. However, you do make a good bear. Too bad you’re going to refuse any offers since you only want me to make you happy.”
I watch as Eric walks into my … probably now his bed room. I hate him. But there is no use in telling him. I feel gross with my fat folds sitting on top of each other. My confidence is gone. Five minutes past and I struggle to get my fat ass up. I begin walking into the room, as my new fat jiggles. Making me hard. I don’t want to go in, but I need him to relieve this pressure. He is insanely attractive now. The small toned body riding my fat ass. Making body jiggle. And, that new confidence makes him even more irresistible. I don’t like him, but if he already did this to me, then I don’t want to risk him getting mad at me and doing something worse. I want him to be happy. He is my life now. He is perfect. I hope someday he will like me.
Impressive first story! Really had me captivated and I couldn’t “weight” to see how it turned out!
Stuck as Santa 