wesleybracken:

Look, I did my best to be a good kid, but even good kids can get up to some mischief now and then. My uncle, I’d always thought, was a really cool guy. Hell, I picked up playing rugby after going with him to see a few club games, although to be honest, he always seemed more interested in the players than the game—though that particular observation wasn’t clear as a kid—I just knew I really loved my uncle. He was warm, unlike my father, and his gluttony, heavy drinking and cigar smoking always seemed to me like he was mocking my healthy, straight laced father. He could never understand why I always wanted to stay over with my uncle, but he allowed me to do so regardless. Sometimes I wished he’d have kept me at home.

One thing my uncle was strict about was that I was to never drink or smoke his cigars. It always made me a bit angry, because I felt like he was depriving me of something he enjoyed, and had a lot of fun doing. Still, I respected my uncle enough until I was seventeen. It was the summer before my senior year, and I was feeling adventurous, so while my uncle was out on an errand that would take him several hours, I popped open a bottle of beer, and lit up one of his cigars—just to try it out.

I didn’t notice the changes until I was onto the second cigar, and maybe the sixth or seventh beer. I just couldn’t stop, once I started, and when I got up, I noticed that my clothes had disappeared, aside from my briefs, and that I’d put on close to a hundred pounds of fat, and looked to be about ten years older. Even worse, I just couldn’t stop drinking and smoking, and when my uncle finally returned, instead of me there, he found a fat, naked pig in the living room, drunk and high, but it was almost like he’d expected it, and he grinned, walked over and started making out with me.

He fucked me hard, and I couldn’t resist oinking and grunting like a pig, and when he’d finished, he got me all dressed up in some leather gear, with a collar and leash, and strutted me around a gay bar, letting all of his friends fuck his fat, horny pig. The next morning I was back to normal, but my uncle started tempting me with the cigars and beer again, and by the end of the day, I’d given in. Back as his pig, I begged him to fuck and fist me again, and he happily complied, telling me he’d waited years for me to finally give in and try a few of his vices. Well, I managed to get through my senior year, but never went off to college. I’m my uncle’s permanent pig now, chain smoking cigars and drinking beer from dawn to dusk—a lifestyle of addiction I know I’ll never manage to break.

AHH! I have no idea how to ride this thing, and it’s his only vehicle that works! How am I supposed to get this back to the meeting point to get my body back! I only have 20 minutes to get there! If I don’t figure this out in the next couple of minutes, I’m going to have to get used to these suspenders hugging this enormous fat belly, because I’ll be stuck as this old fat grandpa for good!

I was at a friends house and all I did was make some quick jabs at his grandpa’s suspenders and that he looked like a biker Santa. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Lets see how you like it”. Next thing I know I woke up in his fat old body with a note taped to his chest saying: MEET ME AT THE TOWN SQUARE STATUE BY 4:00 OR THAT BIKER SANTA BODY WILL BE YOURS PERMANENTLY.

I have no idea how this all works but it takes 10 minutes to get there, I’m already exhausted in this fat old body, it’s already 3:45 and the bike still isn’t ready and I don’t even know how to drive it. I don’t think it’s possible to make it in time! I’ll be stuck as my friends fat, biker santa, grandpa!

Cody looked at the prison guards with confusion. “What kind of trick is this? I just got here and was processed a moment ago, what do you mean my sentence has been served? I’m not gonna run outside those walls just to give you an excuse to shoot me in the back!”

The guard looked back at him, “Were you not paying attention to your sentence? It was ruled that your sentence must be served at this prison, and now that your 30 years has been taken and served, you’re free to go.” The guard replied while sniggering and beckoning another guard over.

Cody may have made some really dumb decisions to find himself behind the pulled trigger of a robbery, but he certainly wasn’t stupid, and he really didn’t want to get shot in the back.

The guard mentioned something to the other guard about him not paying attention to his sentencing. Cody was getting frustrated and yelled, “What does that got to with anything, I knew I was guilty so I didn’t care what they gave me!”

To further Cody’s confusion, the second guard replied, “Well you should have payed attention, Grandpa, because to save a whole lot of money, the state decided you would serve your whole sentence at once.”

As they were speaking to him, a mirror had been brought over and Cody finally noticed himself. The man looking back at him in the mirror was not his typical 28 year old self. His 30 year sentence had been dumped on him all at once and those years were very unkind to his body.

His new age was 58, and his once average build had expanded to an immensely obese one. He had a big fat belly, sagging man boobs with his nipple piercing still in place and looking ridiculous on the old man, a balding head, and grey mustache.

He felt confusion, fear, and sadness all at once as he realized he was an old fat man now. No going back, his sentence had been served, For the rest of his life he had to live as a 58 year old obese, grey mustached, bald man.

Source: beardogflorida

wesleybracken:

It’s a pilot program for prisoners who we’ve deemed to be unredeemable. With the massive overcrowding of our prison system, it simply is becoming too cost-prohibitive to keep the long term prisoners behind bars, and so, we’ve begun offering this as an alternative punishment—volunteer only. Of course, they don’t know precisely what they’re volunteering for, but if they did, well, we wouldn’t have any volunteers now would we?

We suppose they figure out that something strange is going on when we strap them into the chair. We keep them immobile, because the process requires several oral and subcutaneous injections over a series of days, and the early test subjects always had to be restrained once they discovered what was happening to them. I suppose if we could find some way to work the mental changes in first it would all work better, but alas, the order is too difficult to flip.

The first injection is perhaps the most insidious. The patient generally doesn’t think anything is happening at all, but they all notice that slight tingle in their groin as their cock and balls begin to shrivel up. They don’t disappear entirely—the lack of testosterone is necessary for the remaining steps—but it does come with some side effects, usually a loss of musculature and body hair over the course of the treatment, as well as an increase in appetite. The second stage comes in a series of three doses, administered over a series of days. It relies on the lower testosterone levels to remove any inclination toward violent or unruly behavior from the subject—but again, these shots have their own side effects.

The most obvious is the rapid aging—usually around an additional fifty years or so. The second is severe memory loss—it’s become necessary to fabricate lives for all of our volunteers so that they can live some kind of normal life in the nursing homes they end up in, but none of them come out of it very smart. Still, they remain rather healthy, living ten or fifteen more years before their hearts give out or severe dementia sets in. Still, it’s a far more peaceful life than prison—and far cheaper for the state—even if it’s not the life they would have wanted.

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malebodyswap:

This guy’s name is Tom Anders and he’s 64 years old. He’s been married to the same woman for 42 years, and she doesn’t know that he loves dick. Especially young dick. Every other weekend, when she’s out doing her errands and getting her hair done, Tom meets a different younger guy, usually in his 30s or upper 20s, and serves the young man’s cock. He sucks them dry, then gets them hard again so they can fuck his old married ass. He loves taking the young cum inside of him and feels that it helps keep him young. Tom has an obsession with regaining his youth and has recently bought a potion online that is supposed to swap his body with anyone, whether they are willing or not. That’s where I come in. About 4 months ago, I moved into the same building as Tom and his wife. My name is also Tom. Tom Wilcox, and I’m 19 years old. I got the apartment because it’s close to my school and not too expensive. I was loving my new found freedom, and had taken advantage of it by inviting a number of fellow students over for some hot fucking. Tom caught me kissing a guy goodbye one night after my 1st month or so and had since been relentless in his flirting. At first it made me very uncomfortable. He was over 3x my age and was married! But in the back of my mind I found it extremely fucking hot. I had always been attracted to older men, but I had never acted on it. Plus, I always got turned on by the taboo and that wedding ring was definitely taboo. I found myself having fantasies during sex with the guys my age that it was him I was fucking instead. I fantasized about cumming down his throat and taking his seed into me. I started walking by his door more. I’d go for a run then stop and stretch at his window where he had a nice view. I could feel his lecherous eyes on me. One day, I was jerking off and ended up on a daddy porn site. All the hairy chests, gray hairs, stocky bodies. It was all too much. I had seen Tom’s wife leave 20 min before and I knew she was out. I ran downstairs to his apartment and knocked on his door. I waited, and soon he answered the door, smiling. He was wearing only a wife beater and gray sweat pants, which were tight enough to show the outline of his semi-hard cock. His graying chest hair poured out over the top of his wife beater and I saw that he had a tattoo over his bicep on his left arm. I swallowed as I felt my cock harden and glanced again at his bulge, which looked bigger. He was getting hard, too. I wondered how big he was and was about to say something when he broke the short silence.

“Hey, Tom, what can I help you with?” The older man asked. He saw that I was looking at his bulge and took it as an invitation to address my crotch instead of my eyes. I was wearing jeans, which left more to imagination than Tom’s worn sweat pants, but I was also very well endowed, and my now rock hard thick 8" cock had no problem leaving an impression plenty large enough for the old man to enjoy.

“I ummm… I just wanted to say hi,” I responded pathetically. Great job, Tom, I told myself.

The older man didn’t seem put off in the least. Instead, he turned and moved sideways to make room for me to come into the apartment.

“Well why don’t you join me for a while, bud? Margaret’s out for a few hours and I was just getting ready to have a little drink, do you want something?” I was a heavy social drinker, but I wanted to make sure Tom understood exactly what he was getting, so I gave him a little warning.

“Well, sir, actually I’m not legal. I’m only 19.” Tom looked like he was gonna blow his load right there. His eyes sparkled and he put his hand on the small of my back to lead me in.

“19! My goodness! Well hey, you’ll be old enough to drink very soon, why don’t we just make it our little secret!” I thought his emphasis on ‘very soon’ was odd but then thought that to a man his age, a year and a half might really seem like ‘very soon.’ Then I got distracted as his hand drifted lower and was on my ass. My cock was straining to bust out of my pants as he poured us each a shot of vodka and sprinkled another liquid into it. I must have looked curious, because he laughed and told me it was just for a little added flavor.

He handed me the shot glass, and we raised them together. I felt the burn of the vodka and then my head began to tingle. I heard Tom suggest we sit on the couch and found myself sitting there. Everything was getting fuzzy and the only thing I was aware of fully was my hard cock needing release. I felt the old man’s fingers fumbling with my pants and knew he was about to suck my young cock when it suddenly occurred to me that the old man may have roofied me. But hadn’t he put the same stuff in his drink? I moaned as I felt his warm mouth wrap around my cock. I heard him compliment my size, and say something about being very excited for it. That he couldn’t wait. My head was swimming as Tom expertly sucked my cock. Years of practice, I guess. He was much better than any guy I’d ever been with. Very quickly, I was ready to blow, and told him so by moaning louder. I heard him encouraging me and felt the tickle of his facial hair on my dick. Then, finally, I felt my cum burst forth and released the biggest load of my life. He swallowed every drop. The he stood up and dropped his pants. His hard cock was right in front of my face. He told me it was my turn and pulled me closer by the back of my head. I had time to register that his cock was much smaller than my own. Maybe 4-5”? I didn’t have time to evaluate because soon it was in my mouth. He tasted like sweat and that seemed really hot to me in my impaired state. He began fucking my face and after what seemed like only moments but could’ve been hours for all I knew, he blew his load down my throat. He told me to swallow it all, and for whatever reason, I did. I wasn’t usually a swallower, but for some reason it seemed right. His cum was barely thicker than water and was very salty. I drank it up and and my head spun even faster. He sat down next to, let out a ‘whoa’ and everything went black.

When I woke up, I felt very strange. There was a moaning in my ears and something big moving in and out of my mouth. I thought Tom must be going for round two, but then thought the dick in my mouth was way too big to be Tom’s. I opened my eyes and saw a fit young man’s stomach in front of me. Oh my God! Tom HAD roofied me! And now he was selling me out to other guys. I felt myself gain more consciousness and pushed away. I looked up at the kid’s smiling face and nearly screamed. It was… me!

“What the fuck?! Who are you??” I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. The clone laughed the way Tom had earlier.

“I’m Tom! And so are you! But you’re not the Tom you think you are!”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I realized my voice didn’t sound right and suddenly fear struck me. Slowly, I looked down and those fears were confirmed. Gone were my smooth tight chest and stomach, replaced by a round, pale, hairy midsection. My legs were thick fatty logs of white hairiness. My thick young prize of a cock was gone, and in its place was a soft, uncut little cock, nestled between my large legs.

“What? What did you… Tom?” The old man laughed again and stroked my huge cock. God it was humongous! What a lucky kid! I mean, shit! No! I’m 19!

“Look, kid. I’m sick of being a 64-year-old closeted gay man. I want a turn at being a hot young stud who’s out and free to fuck whoever he wants! Although… I have a feeling my standards are a smidge lower than yours. I’ll probably fuck a few men you’d never touch with a ten foot pole.” The man laughed that creepy laugh again and a chill went up my new spine hearing and seeing it come out of my own body. “Ten foot pole…” he was muttering between laughs while playing with my cock. “Not far off!”

I stood up, moaning in the process. I was so stiff!

“Please, Tom! You … you can’t do this!”

The now 19-year-old towered over me. Fuck, I never noticed how much shorter he was than me. At 6’2”, my former body was quite tall, so I wasn’t used to people being so much taller than me. Tom was now at least half a foot taller than me, maybe more. It was such a strange feeling. He approached me and said sternly, “Sit down, old man.” He pushed me back down onto the couch with his young strong arms. I tried to defend myself and a pair of foreign, stocky, hairy arms flew up. The fingers were short and thick, and for the first time, as I landed on the couch, I noticed the wedding ring on my left hand.

“What about your wife?!”

“You mean YOUR wife? She’s fine. You’ll like her. She barely ever puts out, so you don’t have to worry about it to much. When she does, just imagine her pussy is a tight young ass. Like this!” He turned around and spread my former ass cheeks. “Oh, and take plenty of viagra. You’ll need it, especially with her.” He looked over at the clock and then began putting on his clothes. He through his large tighty whities at me.

“You were out for a while after the swap. She’ll be back soon. You should get dressed.” He pointed at the sweat pants and wife beater on the floor. “My clothes are in the closet, in there,” He pointed to the hall. “Margaret wanted to go out with a couple of her friends after she got back, so just wear a button down and some slacks. You’ll be fine. I never talk anyway.” He was now fully dressed in my body. He looked just like me. I was struck into silence. He said ‘goodbye,’ laughing again and cupping his hard bulge. As he began to close the door, he said something about fucking some hot stud, and then stopped. “Oh yeah, Tom. One more thing. When you meet your regular fuck buddies, keep in mind you’re a bottom now!” He winked and closed the door.

I sat there naked on the couch in shock. Slowly, I got dressed. I had to find a way to reverse it. If he could make it happen, I could make it go back, right? I found some clothes and put them on. Looking in the mirror, I couldn’t believe the changes. Before me stood a well dressed man in his mid-60s. And it was me. I said a few words. I grabbed my now comparatively miniscule crotch. I raised my arms and rubbed my face. It was really me. I was controlling the man in the mirror. My cock began to stir, the viagra he had taken must still be in my system. I had, after all, been attracted to him in the first place. As I rubbed my new cock through the slacks, I watched the man in the mirror do the same. I made some faces, winked at myself. This wasn’t so bad, I thought, cock getting harder. I could at least have some fun while I figure out how to reverse it. I’m gonna switch us back. But first, I’m gonna ruin his life. I laughed his laugh. It came naturally. This could be interesting.

malebodyswap:

Fuck! That was amazing! I haven’t felt that good in decades. Shit, look at that thick cum! I’ve got to clean up before Ricky figures out where I am. My graduate TA, Ricky, agreed to help me with my experiment for extra credit. I told him it would simulate the ability to see from someone else’s perspective, and that we would try it with each other. He didn’t realize that what I really meant was that it would swap our bodies. I managed to talk him into staying in my short, fat and 62 year old body while I “run some tests.” Of course these tests have involved a lot of nudity. God, his dick is huge. Hope he doesn’t mind being downgraded in that area, too. Maybe I’ll give him his body back after a while…

malebodyswap:

“Shit! Dr. Jones! Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
I can’t believe this is happening! My freshman chemistry professor invited me to his home for special tutoring and I had gladly accepted – I had been majorly struggling. After I got there he told me he was offering a special credit assignment. He needed help testing out an invention he had made with a few other professors that would transmit brain waves from one person to another. I had no clue what that meant but I agreed anyway; if my grade didn’t improve my parents were gonna cut me off and I’d have to stop partying and enjoying college life for real. We each put on a weird metal helmet type thing and sat in chairs facing each other. He told me to count down from 5 as he slowly pushed a lever. I counted down but don’t remember making it past 3. When I woke up I was lying in a bed, with no clue where I was. I sat up and almost yelled. There, sitting on the side of the bed, was… ME!
“What the fuck!?” I yelled, but not in my voice. I looked down and this time I did yell. I was hairy! And practically naked! This wasn’t my body! I was Dr. Jones! I looked at the ‘me’ that was sitting calmly.
“Wh-what did you do?!”
“The experiment! I told you it transferred brain waves.”
It was so weird seeing myself in this way. Suddenly he moved his… (Uh my?) hand down to my new middle aged cock. I moved to stop him but he persisted and it felt so good.
“Dr. J-Jones! What are… What are you doing?”
“Just having a little fun! And my name is Colin now. You’re Dr. Jones.”
With that he dropped, wrapping my young lips around his thick middle aged pecker. I couldn’t help but let him at it. It was his cock after all and he knew exactly what it wanted. Before I knew it my new hand was on my former head and I was moaning out:
“Shit! Dr. Jones! Fuck I’m gonna cum!”
He kept sucking and soon I felt Dr. Jones’ balls tighten and release his load. I collapsed as the new me cleaned up my cock. I was breathing heavily and asked him when we’d swap back. It had felt great but I didn’t want to be an old professor very long.
He looked at me and laughed.
“You shoulda told me you wanted to swap back before! We can’t now. Cumming makes it permanent! Your stuck like that, Al.”
I barely registered his use of what must be my new first name as I lay there shocked and furious, sweaty from the pleasure I had just experienced and shaking with anger.
“Why are you doing this to me!?” Was all I could muster as he threw some clothes at me.
“You should probably get dressed. No one wants to see that.”
And with that he left, leaving me shocked and alone, mind racing with the implications of my horrible new situation.