NEW YEAR. NEW YOU.

 

I've had the power to transform for longer than I can remember and each year I imagine the kind of life I want to live and let the fates take hold. This New Year's Day I will awake with a full beard in a furry, manly body. People will desire me, my scent musky and overtly masculine. I'll be a TRUE man who lives off the land and looks just as good in suit as he does in flannel. A dominant personality will overwhelm me. I can't wait to know what it feels like to have that kind of confidence coursing through my veins.

But, why should I be the only one? This year, I am sharing the gift of change. So, let Master Grey change you. Tell me who or what you'd like to be. Is it as simple as a cocky jock or do you prefer something more refined like an English gentleman? Or perhaps you've had your eye on a certain celebrity? Is it a body swap or a transformation? Tell Master Grey your deepest desires, no matter how simple or diverse, and I'll whisper to the Fates and see what happens. 

Besides, why should I be the only one who receives the opportunity for a NEW YEAR . . . NEW YOU? Send me a single photo or a request or even just a name or a description of the person you wish to be. Transformations begin on New Years Day.

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SECOND CHANCE

Malcolm knew there were fewer days ahead than behind and was lonelier that ever. It was Christmas. He had no family and very few friends, his entire life given to work and worshipping the almighty dollar. He’d never fallen in love or had children and regretted every moment he’d wasted on meaningless things . . . and he wished he could have a second chance. He’d do everything differently.

FAMILY MAN

It was Christmas Eve and Eddie found himself alone again. It was much different than when he was a kid, when he was surrounded by family and laughter and love. It got worse every year. People passed away and family members became distant. And now, finally, he was alone. He’d never gotten married or had kids and there was a part of him that wished, more than anything that he could have that life . . . that he could have that flawless Christmas.

Closing his eyes, he imagined what it would be like. A wife. Kids. The smell of a freshly cut tree. The world would be a very different place and he could almost smell the scent of cinnamon and evergreen in the air as he closed his eyes. He felt a warmth rise inside him as he wished harder, as he wished life could be different. He dreamed of a different time when things were simpler, when Christmas was magical again.

COACH ESKEW

I never thought I’d ever know what it felt like to be a REAL MAN. I was just an awkward teenager who couldn’t build muscle if I tried, and I had . . . trust me. It was also hard being the kid who was picked on all the time. Not only by the jocks and other bigger guys, but by the PE teachers and coaches as well. One in particular, Coach Eskew, loved to give me a hard time. He was always pushing me to do better and try harder. There was a part of me that hated him, but another part of me that wanted to know what it felt like to be a cocky, alpha male like Coach Eskew.

MAKING AMERICA GREAT AGAIN

I had been frustrated ever since the election and honestly couldn’t understand how somebody like Trump was elected. I was a gay man who was suddenly very afraid that my rights were going to be taken away, but there was a part of me that just wished I could understand.

This morning, I woke up and everything was much clearer. I awoke in a different, lavish apartment, in a different body. Everything had shifted. I was now a young man, blonde hair and blue eyes and, to my surprise I was straight as an arrow and, even more surprising . . . I was a young Republican who was now working within Trump’s campaign team, and I loved every moment of it. Everything he said and did made complete sense and all I wanted to do was learn from him, to BE like him. He was my idol and all thoughts of never looking up to such a magnificent man were long gone afterthoughts and the thought of fucking some faggot made me sick. I mean, why wouldn’t I look up to Trump. He was my father after all. All six of his children loved him and we’d do anything for him.

I was completely straight now, dating a hot young British intern who let me fuck her hard whenever and wherever I wanted. She left her phone at my place last night and I’m on my way to see her now. May as well take a photo on her phone so she’ll have something to remember me by. I look hot, the spitting image of my father.

I was Jonathan Trump and yeah, I think I’m going to go far in the next eight years. I’m going to help my father fucking make America Great again!

PERFECT WISH

His name was Brock and he was a homophobic neighbor of mine who always took every opportunity to be a true asshole. He’d jokingly say “HEY FAGGOT! I know baby, I wish you could tap this too, but I’m just not your type!” when he saw me outside or rub his dick and lick his lips. I guess he thought that’s what I was into and, although Brock was a good looking jock I was a big guy too. To be totally honest, Brock wasn’t my type, but seemed to think he was God’s gift to women . . . and men evidently. He was harmless for the most part, but the same old digs got old and I was finally tired of it.

A BETTER WIFE

I’d never been happy with myself, really. I was a chubby, normal guy who did what was expected. I went to college, got a job and married my high school girlfriend. But, the older I got the more I grew into myself. I started to work out and take care of myself, lost a shit ton of weight and built a lot of muscle. I even looked like those guys you see in magazines now and even got a killer tattoo. I’d never felt more masculine, but my wife wasn’t sure what to make of it. She seemed less and less interested and I found myself suddenly looking at guys at the gym, wondering what it would be like to be with one of them, somebody who appreciated what went into creating a body like mine.

CALL ME DADDY - MALE POSSESSIONS

“Nnnngggggg oh my FUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCKKK!! Nnnngggggggg AAAHHHHHHHH!!!!” My boy screams as I pump my Daddy meat in and out of his virgin boycunt.  

“I’m glad we could work out this little arrangement, Phil!” I growl as I thrust into Brandon’s boypussy, firmly gripping my boy’s toned and hairy legs and spreading them wide enough that I can slide inside him nice and smooth.

REAL MAN - MALE POSSESSIONS

HELL YES! I still can’t believe what happened! Just a few days ago I was a sexually confused teenager with the most neglectful single parent Dad in the world, but now I’m inside his fit as fuck 31 year-old body, in full control and loving it! My fairy godmother came to me when I was depressed and feeling lonely, and told me she had just the right spell to cheer me up. Boy was she right! She blasted me with her blue magic and turned me into a half spirit/half gelatinous invisible being. Then, she flicked her wand in the direction of my Dad’s room, sending me flying through the air as I burst into Dad’s bedroom and was rushed into his mouth. Dad coughed profusely, grabbing at his chest and abs, feeling me spreading and flooding his body until I finally woke up, looking down and realizing why Dad was neglecting me so much.

  

“Are you okay, baby?” Dad’s slutty girlfriend asked as I saw the head of Dad’s long and thick cock inside her pussy, and with no protection.  

KYLE - MALE POSESSIONS

The last thing I remembered was drifting off to sleep in bed with my girlfriend.  I plowed that pussy three times before we finally passed out from exhaustion.  My powerful build wrapped her tight against me as I drifted off.  But I didn’t wake up in my bedroom next to my girlfriend…

“OHHHHHHHHH FFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” I screamed as I woke up and felt more pain than I’d ever dealt with in my life.  Oh what the shit?!  Some dude was fucking me!!!!! I tried to prop myself up and throw that faggot off of me, but I felt so much weaker!  I looked at my arms and hands, almost passing out from the combined shock and pain as I saw my arms were half their usual size!  Then I noticed my voice.  My powerful and deep voice was gone and all I heard was a tinier and more shrimpy frat bro sort of voice.  

FATHER'S DAY

“OH Dude! Your dad’s ass is fucking TIGHT!” my boyfriend howls as I plow him with his father’s thick cock.  

“You know you love it though…” I whisper seductively into my father’s ear, knowing my boyfriend is the one hearing the words.  “Mmmm . . . you know how to use my Dad’s ass so well.  Feels so good on your dad’s cock.  Fuck yeah, squeeze his hole real tight again!  Fuck yeah just like that!!!  Oh FUCK . . . I’m gonna CUM!” 

I shriek as I pick up the pace and get ready to blow another load inside my Daddy’s tight cunt.  This has gotten so hot for us that we have sex as each others dads more often than we do as ourselves. What could be the harm in spending the rest of the weekend inside these bodies?  Maybe even the rest of the year?  I mean, it’s 2016 anyway…

THE PROM DATE

“Thank you so much for this favor, Dave,” I said to my best friend who was stuffed inside Garret, the most popular boy at my daughter’s high school.  She was elated when he asked her to prom, and being the cautious father I am, I asked my best friend Dave to be an inside man…inside my daughter’s date I guess…I just don’t trust that kid.

THE ARRANGEMENT

“Ohhh my God” Kevin moaned as he watched the reflection of his best friend plowing his ass.  He couldn’t help but groan and whimper in satisfaction as he stroked his hard cock, feeling electrified with satisfaction as Martin’s cock slid in and out of him, filling him up and stretching him to his limits. 

“Yeah that’s right!  Moan for this cock you queer! unnnnggggggggg fucking TAKE IT!” Martin’s body growled as he gripped the table for leverage and began pistoning into Kevin like a power tool. 

Kevin stared into the reflection with hot intensity as he whimpered in gratitude. 

MALE BODY POSSESSION 1

Well, Matt.  Looks like you shouldn’t have been such a fucking dickhead because now I own you, and your dickhead.  Fuck, it was so hot hearing a big bully and straight boy stud crying like a little girl as I pushed my nerdy and scrawny body inside you.  Damn, I love the power and control.  Just look at me, I’m twisting your normally stoic face into one of vanity and domination.  And look at that nice torso.  I’m gonna be getting so many guys with a body like this.  Holy shit I’m getting hard just thinking about all this overwhelming awesomeness.  Mmmmmmm yeah, Matt- time for me to blow my first load with your cock and balls.  I hope you shoot far because I’m gonna try to shoot some of your cum directly into your mouth so I can make you taste your own juices.

REQUEST : HAPPY ENDING

 

It had been almost a year since my best friend, Jeff, had been shipped off to Japan. He was in the Marines and I rarely spoke to him anymore. Yeah, we were best friends, but I’d always felt more for him than he did for me . . .not to mention he was straight as an arrow, had a new Japanese girlfriend and wouldn’t have done anything with me to begin with. But, I still had my imagination and had jerked off to him more times than I could count.

I often wondered what it would be like, to have him on top of me, in control and taking me with his huge dick. He wasn’t a big guy, but was handsome and lean with just enough muscle and a smile that just seemed to light up a room. Yeah, I’ve got it bad, but I’ll never know what THAT would feel like. I’ll never know what it would be like to be in a relationship with Jeff.

That’s what I used to think.

UNWANTED NEGHBORS

I haven’t used my powers in a long time because it tends to eventually bring unwanted attention to me, but I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing any longer. After the new neighbors moved in across the street, my next door neighbor, Jonathan, had been a complete dick to them. You see, the new neighbors were a hot gay couple. REALLY nice guys, but Jonathan, a conservative Christian, had given them nothing but attitude and just been a huge asshole, walking around to the other neighbors and gossiping and trying to get people riled up and angry about the gays “taking over.” It was fucking ridiculous, and I was tired of it. So, when Jonathan walked through his front door, I was standing there waiting for him.

“What the hell are you doing in my house?” he asked, slamming the door behind him as he dropped his briefcase. He was wearing a blue blazer and one of his little bow ties. It was a shame. He was kind of cute, but I was going to make him better.

MYSTERY SWAPPER PART 1

I open my eyes and feel different. Something's definitely happened overnight as I look down and find a slight covering of dark hair on my hard pecs. I lift my hands up and see that they're larger, stronger, more tan than before. I've transformed again or swapped or whatever the hell you want to call it. Who have I become this time?

SWAPPER PART TWO

READ PART ONE HERE

I'd lived in Rick's body for two days, including a full night of bars and debauchery which concluded with, let's say a nice male on male on female orgy at my new place. This new body had stamina and I was enjoying every moment, but I was beginning to get curious what it would feel like to swap again, what it would feel like to be in somebody else's body. 

The next morning, I called Alex from work and told him to meet me at the office. I asked that he wear a suit because we might have to go to dinner with a client and wanted him to be prepared. Of course, it was all bullshit. I just loved the way he looked in a suit and if I was going to move into his body, I wanted to know what it felt like. It sounds crazy, but I think I really get off on FEELING the fabric against my skin and even the tightness of a tie around my neck. Rick was my first swap, but I remember what it was like when I entered his body, feeling that suit hanging off his muscular frame. There was something insanely sexy about it and, being in Rick's body, I knew he had a thing for Alex. As soon as I left Rick and became Alex, I knew Rick wouldn't miss his opportunity to fuck Alex . . . to fuck me in Alex's body. The thought alone made me hard and that's how Alex found me when he entered my office . . . legs spread in my nicest suit, my dick hard as a rock. Yeah, Rick would be fucking Alex for sure. 

SWAPPER PART ONE

I finally figured it out, how to swap bodies with people. It's amazing. The sensation of looking in the mirror and seeing a different reflection staring back at you. The way it feels when you get hard with a completely foreign cock and even the way everything sounds and smells differently. It's everything I ever imagined it would be and so much more.

I honestly can't put it into words, but I spent the day in this guy. His name's Rick White and I had a REALLY good time in his body. I never knew how easy it was to get your cock sucked by any man or woman at the office when you look like this. I'm an attorney and there are a lot of young, hot paralegals at the firm who are SUPER into Rick when his office door closes.

Oh, and you should see my cock. It's a thing of beauty. I think I might spend the weekend in Rick's body. There was a new guy, Alex, who was giving me the once over today and we're going to work on this big case tomorrow and hit the gym afterwards. 

Yeah, I'm totally going to fuck him . . . if he's lucky. Like I said, I've dreamed of swapping bodies with people my entire life and this is JUST THE BEGINNING.

BEING GRANT

My brother's best friend, Grant, joined the Marines with my brother about two years ago. He'd always been a total asshole to me since we were kids. He was the SUPER JOCK at school and I always hated him . . . even though he was incredibly hot. Yeah, I'm gay and always got the brunt of Grant's jokes. There was a part of me that wanted to be with him, but there was another part of me that wanted him to feel what it was like to be used, to be the BITCH for once instead of the ALPHA. 

Guess I should have been more careful with the whole WISHING thing because this morning I woke up in Grant's body.

REQUEST : FOR MY BOYFRIEND

I stared into the mirror and no longer saw my own reflection. The thin guy with glasses was gone and now, standing in front of me, was my boyfriend's ex, Chris. I'd heard stories about him and even though my boyfriend loved me, I knew I could never stand up to what I'd heard of Chris. Now, standing there looking at his smooth, perfect skin, soft lips and completely ripped body, I could see why my boyfriend was so enamored. Then, I got a glimpse at my new cock. Chris definitely had me beat there. Like I said, I was pretty average . . . at least I used to be before I cast the spell to BECOME my boyfriend's greatest fantasy. I never dreamed that fantasy would be Chris, but I wasn't complaining. I looked like an Asian wet dream and couldn't wait for my boyfriend to get home so I could give him what he truly wanted and, let's be real, I couldn't wait to fuck him in this body. 

HELP ME HELP YOU!

Happy Memorial Day, everybody! Been thinking about June and getting back to writing and want June to be all about SUBS! Let me write what YOU want to see. So, shoot me any images of people you'd like to swap with or become or shoot me a fantasy that you'd like for me to write up. Really up for anything and want to hear from you . . . so shoot anything and everything to my email . . . greyswap@gmail.com. I've gotten some great ones in so far and can't wait to hear from more of you!

Cheers!

Adam

MEMORIAL DAY

I'd never been much of a man, but had dreamed of being a soldier since I was a kid. I even tried to enlist when I graduated high school, but because of asthma I was turned away. I'd always wondered what life would have been like if I'd enlisted, what kind of man I'd be.

Then, I woke up this morning like this. I'm a fucking Marine.

NEW POINT OF VIEW

I was having another wet dream, but when I opened my eyes I was leaning over another man. I was looking down at a body that wasn't mine as this guy stroked my cock. I was muscular and hairy, a far cry from the middle-aged banker I normally was. I couldn't tell what I looked like, but felt my muscles tense as he stroked my cock, my deep voice rumbling from within as I reached for his ass with furry arms and large, strong hands. I wasn't sure what I looked like or who I was, but this guy worked out. I felt incredible. 

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM

My mom spent her entire life making sure I was safe and pretty much gave up everything so I could have a great childhood. I guess you could say I was a total "mama's boy." We'd been joined at the hip since I was a kid. I mean, if I'm being honest, I'd never even been on a date and wasn't that great looking. Hell, I didn't even know what to do with a girl much less how to get one.

INSPIRE ME!

I've been crazy busy this summer and falling behind on my writing for the blog, although I really have the urge to hit some swaps this week! So, I was thinking it would be fun to open up to submissions for the first time. I mean, I'm not the only one with swap fantasies, right? So, send me pics or any fantasies you might have for swaps. I need some inspiration and would love to write up some of YOUR fantasies. Hit me up via email or on Snapchat. Get creative! Send me some killer photos!

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One of these faces might actually be me. Cheers!

BACK ON THE TEAM

When I wished to be young again, back on the college football team, this IS NOT what I had in mind. I'm not the quarterback I was twenty years ago. Instead, I'm the guy servicing the quarterback and the worst part is . . . I'm starting to like it. 

STRAIGHTEN UP

Not bad, right? This is a pic from last night's party and I fucking had a blast. Thing is, this isn't my body. Well, it is now, but that guy in the pic is my brother, Brody. He was a giant fag. He always had been, but not many people knew about it and, quite honestly, it disgusted me. It was even worse when he entered the Army. It was a total charade and don't get me started on the whole ask don't tell thing.

SISTER TIME

Me and my sister had grown farther apart since she left for college. I was still stuck in high school, a nerdy geek, while she was living in a sorority house partying every weekend over two hundred miles away. I missed the relationship we used to have when she lived at home. Nobody understood me the way she did, but when I made the wish to be closer to her again I never imagined what would happen.

THE RECRUITER : PART 2

 

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            I sat there, staring up at his cock as the recruiter took a seat in front of me. He leaned back, gave me a stern look.

            “Let me ask you something,” he said. “Do you want to keep slinging pizzas in a fat body with no future in sight or do you want to become a true man, a Marine like me?”

            “I’d have a completely new life?”

            “Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

            “Okay,” I whispered. “I want a new life.”  

THE TOTEM : YOUNG AGAIN

     I sat in my study, staring down at the totem. It was something I'd done every night for the last week, wondering if it could possibly be true. Could it grant wishes? Could it truly give me anything I wanted? Change my life?

     It wasn't that I had a bad life. I was middle-aged, had a wonderful wife and two kids in college. I was an accountant at a major firm and had everything I could have wanted. My life was good . . . but it had never been great. I'd never been exciting. I'd always played it safe and would give anything to be able to do it all over again.

     I thought about what I'd wish for. What would I, Daniel Masters, want out of life if I could do it all over again?

DEAL OF A LIFETIME

I stepped into the locker room after my workout to find the old man sitting there. Just like every night of the last week, he stared at me, glancing away every time I looked up to catch him. At first, it was cool. Hell, I was even a little flattered, but after a few days it was starting to creep me out. 

 

Tonight, we were alone. The gym was completely empty other than a couple of guys that worked the front desk and creepy old dude wouldn’t take his eyes off me as I took off my shirt.

“You’ve been working out hard,” he finally said. First time he’d ever said anything as I glanced over and nodded.

“Yeah. Just trying to stay in shape, you know?”

“Well, it’s working.”

THE RECRUITER : PART 1

 

            A lot of people would say I peaked in high school and, at the time, I would have told you they were full of shit, but now that I’ve been out of high school for five years I’m starting to realize they were right. I never went to college and worked at the local Pizza Hut. I ate all day, delivered pizza at night and sat on my ass playing video games and watching porn until I fell asleep around 3AM. Every day was the same. I’d gained a shit ton of weight and hadn’t gotten laid in years and started to realize that I was going nowhere fast. No plans. No prospects. No respect. I was a hot mess and decided it was time to take drastic measures. That’s how I ended up in front of the recruitment center for the Marine Corps.

TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY...

 

     If I had my wish, I'd wake up in a body like this. I've always imagined what it would feel like to open my eyes and realize that MY body is gone. Looking down at my new hands, my torso replaced with tanned pecs and abs. I'd leap out of bed, find the nearest mirror and just stand there in shock. I'm gorgeous. My eyes, my hair. Everything. The sensation of having those muscles, flexing them for the first time. What would it be like to hear my new voice? What would it feel like to have sex in a body like this? It'd be an entirely different world.

     I could have anybody I wanted. I could wear anything I wanted and I'd look insanely hot. It's a life I've only imagined, but today . . . my birthday wish might come true. 

     I'm going to bed now and, if you're reading this, picture me with this body. Maybe if enough of us wish upon that star, it could really happen!

     How awesome would that be?

AVOIDING GYM CLASS

     Nobody really remembers what it's like to be a kid, to be small and weak. Even worse, being an almost invisible kid in eighth grade. I say invisible because it would be BETTER to be invisible instead of picked on every single day by Jimmy Messenger. He's the jerk that's been tormenting me since the fifth grade.

     I'd told my dad how it felt, but he said things would get better and that I needed to stop looking at all the negatives and try to concentrate on the positives. It was easy for him because he was an adult. He was past the shit part and, honestly, he'd never had a bad day in his life. He was the guy that everybody loved. Had an awesome job, good looking, tall and respected. And don't get me started on my hot step mom. Let's just say I didn't get his jackpot DNA. It sucked and he had ZERO clue what it was like being unpopular. He'd never known a day of unpopular in his life.

     I sat in the bathroom during gym class, trying to avoid the fact that just beyond the doors awaited Jimmie. Gym was always the worst. I was small for my age, had barely hit puberty and let's just say the locker room wasn't my friend. I still had lingering PTSD from the last wedgie Jimmie had inflicted on me, and I knew it wouldn't be my last. 

     Sitting there, I wondered what my dad was doing at that very moment. I hadn't seen him in a week, but he was supposed to pick me up for school this afternoon for the weekend. He was probably at some awesome client lunch or cruising around in his Tesla. I wish I could be more like him. I'd never wanted anything more in my life.

     I closed my eyes and imagined what it would feel like if I were him. What would it be like to skip all the BS of junior high and high school and just BE an adult with everything. I took a deep breath and it was strange, my body tingled and I felt a little dizzy, but focused on the air moving in and out of my lungs. It passed pretty quickly, but I felt off somehow, almost heavier if that makes sense. It didn't matter though. No amount of wishful thinking was going to help me get out of gym class. It was time to face Jimmie Messenger and get today's trauma out of the way. 

     I opened my eyes with a sigh, but was shocked by what I found. Yeah, I was still in a bathroom, but it wasn't a gym stall. It was white tile and modern. Confused, I glanced around the room, standing. That's when I realized I was MUCH taller and NOT in my own body anymore. I was wearing a navy suit and staggered back to see my reflection in the mirror, but it wasn't me . . . it was my dad, and he looked incredibly shocked. 

     Glancing down, I saw his dick hanging out of his pants and, at first, I looked away, but couldn't help looking back up at it.