CAMO CATFISH

So, this is me now...Private Calvin Mantly, and it looks like this is me from now on. It's been hard getting used to the glasses and the skinny body that refuses to pack on muscle no matter how hard I work out or how much I eat. I will say that I've been enjoying my new cock. It's much larger than my previous one...an unexpected surprise and who knew Calvin here was a power top. I've railed so many beefy muscle bottoms in the last few months. I might be smaller in frame, but they all know who their daddy is. It's been kind of fun, honestly, but when I met "Cal" online and agreed to swap lives so I could get out of the service years earlier, I never expected to wake up and see this in the mirror.

"Cal" told me the truth. He did say he was a gay, large-cocked top. I just assumed the rest after he sent me a cock pic. I never imagined a dick like that could be attached to such a nerdy guy. But, waking up and seeing my new reflection was a shock. I went from massive, tanned jock who could have anybody he wanted to Calvin Mantly. Granted, I was a hungry power bottom before and had always dreamed about being a power top. So, I got what I wanted and it's my fault assuming "Cal" was more like me.

I'm on my way to base camp now, and I just got a text from my old body.

We're going to be stationed in the same area next month before I get to leave for home, and Jeff wants to hook up. He always likes to send me pics to remind me of how hot I was, how hot he is.

I get it. I remember what it felt like to be that guy. I could have anything I wanted, but what he doesn't realize is that I'm getting whatever I want now, and I know how much he wants to be drilled by this massive nerdy dick I'm dragging around.

Yeah, I'm going to drill him hard. I'm going to tear that ass up and make him beg to suck me off. I'm going to make him my bitch for the last month I'm here. After that, I'm going to go home and join Calvin's dad's law firm. I'm going to pound all the little law clerks all the way to the top until I'm running the place in expensive suits and cars. Who knows, maybe I can build this body up and have the proper build for the power top I am.

Yeah, I was catfished, but Calvin Mantly is a whole new man.

BRO

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BIG MAN ON CAMPUS

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P.O.V.

 

MIKE

My Uncle Stephen had always been the most progressive and successful person in our family. He was the black sheep to some degree because he’d never really fit in with our Southern values, but I loved him. Unlike me, he lived in New York and was an attorney. He’d lost the southern accent and any signs that he was from the south and even though I loved my life as a young southern stud, there was a part of me that wondered what it would be like to have escaped, to have done something different with my life like he had.

I wish.

STEPHEN

I loved my life. I lived in the big city. I’d accomplished everything I’d wanted, but with age came regrets. I’d never sewn my wild oats when I was a kid and, honestly, I was a virgin until I was well into my thirties because I denied my sexuality and who I truly was. Even now, I wondered what it would be like to be young and confident again, to really spend my youth having fun and just living without thought or caution. If I had it all to do over again, I would have done things differently. I wouldn’t have been afraid of who I was, but there’s no such thing as second chances, right? But wouldn’t it be amazing if you could start over? Go back to where it all began and get a second chance to really do things differently?

I wish.

MIKE

When I woke this morning, I immediately knew something was different even before I opened my eyes. The sheets were softer against my body. The sounds in the room weren’t from the country. Instead, I heard cars moving along busy streets, and when I moved my hand across my chest I felt hair and … my pecs were soft and full. They were … fat?

A DIFFERENT ROUTE

 

From TRAVIS THE DEMON, a blog I loved and miss quite a lot. Please message me, Travis!

RESPECTED ALPHA

Parker stared at himself in the mirror. So different. 

Last year, he was one of the nerds, one of the kids the football team made fun of. It was a nightmare, and he hated his life. But, this summer, he finally hit his growth spurt. It was late, but he filled out, and when he started his senior year people barely recognized him. No braces. Contacts. He went from skinny D&D player to Abercrombie jock.

He joined the football team and, before he knew it, he was hanging with the cool kids. He was the one shoving his old friends in lockers and making their lives hell. HE was an alpha and loved every minute, but now, standing there, staring at his reflection in the mirror . . . Parker knew it was all fake. He was still the smallest guy on the team and even though he’d done horrible things to his old friends and fucked more cheerleaders than he could ever imagine, they still didn’t respect him…and that’s all he really wanted. 

“It’s what I deserve,” he whispered. 

I stepped from the shadows behind him. “Is it?” I asked, a calm smile easing over my face. Parker turned, shocked to see a stranger in the locker room.

“Who the fuck are you?”

“I’m here to help you, Parker.” The sounds of my voice instantly calmed him; one of my many gifts. “Is it what you truly desire?”

WEDDING DATE

I wasn’t a fan of going to weddings. I was a complete introvert and always envied those guys who could tear up the dance floor or give the perfect toast. Like my sister’s boyfriend, Todd. Yeah, his name was Todd . . . typical . . . he was a former jock who now worked in stocks. Like I said, typical. 

Everybody loved him and I wanted nothing more than to be like him with his perfect suits, confidence and killer looks. Even now, standing in front of a room full of people, giving the toast as the best man . . . he was completely cool.

Then, something happened. The world went dark for a split second and I suddenly found myself standing in a different place. I was now at the front of the room, glass raised as everybody toasted. I tried to act normal, taking a sip of champagne before quickly moving to the bathroom to find Todd’s reflection staring back at me. HOLY SHIT! I was Todd. Dark hair. Perfect smile. I could feel the confidence, Todd’s memories seeping into my mind as I realized that I WAS NOW TODD.

I felt my new dick get hard at the thought as I smiled at myself in the mirror. Why not see what old Todd, or me, was packing down there. I unzipped my suit pants and slid my hand in, pulling out my beautifully perfect cock. Of course it was. It was Todd’s dick. It HAD to be perfect. I started jacking off, staring at myself in the mirror, my dick jutting out from the dark suit when . . .

MY SISTER WALKED IN. At first, I started to cover myself, but then I realized . . . I was Todd and this wasn’t anything she hadn’t seen before. I knew my sister and Todd had been fucking for a while, but I never knew how talented she was as she got on her knees and started working my dick like a pro. DAMN, being Todd was going to be everything I ever imagined. I couldn’t wait to hit the dance floor, but maybe I’d take my girlfriend for a ride on my massive cock first. I loved to make her squeal.

MY NEW HUNGER

I’d never felt hungry like this before, as sexually charged as I did in my brother’s body. I’d awaken in a different city, in my brother Adam’s apartment to find myself surrounded by his things. At first I was confused, but when I found his reflection staring back at me in the bathroom mirror, I knew something had happened … I’d become my older brother, but every trace of myself was gone. It’s like I’d never existed at all.

ALAN'S LESSON

Alan was one of the most self-absorbed people I’d ever met. He spent his days giving orders to others and giving little thought to how it affected their lives, and he loved belittling those beneath him. He was a privileged prick and, even though I tried to stay out of the lives of humans, it was hard to pass up the opportunity to make a few changes. It was in my Jin nature to mix things up a bit, and I felt Alan needed a little shake up in his life. I’d make sure he enjoyed it.

BEST FRIENDS

WOW! That’s all I could think as I looked in the mirror. When I’d gone to sleep, I was just an average little black twink. My best friend, Dana, was bitching at dinner about how hard it was to meet a great guy and, of course, I totally agreed. We started talking about how we wished WE were perfect for each other, but how would that work? I mean, I was gay and she wasn’t so our parts didn’t necessarily match, and I wasn’t the normal jock hipster type she normally went for. Until now…

FREAKY FRIDAY

Derek had been complaining lately about how I just didn’t understand him and how he tried

so hard to be everything I wanted, but I never truly appreciated it and just wanted to fuck all

the time. Of course, I thought he was crazy. I told him to get over it and just be happy he had

such a hot bear boyfriend like me to come home to every night and to do what he was told.

It wasn’t like things were going to change. 

That’s what I thought until I woke up this morning in Derek’s body. Friday the 13th, an unlucky

day. At first, I was shocked to see Derek’s little twink face staring back at me in the mirror.

There wasn’t a hair on his thin body, and I was pissed at first, but then I started to enjoy how

light and clean I felt. I was so smooth and my nipples were pink and so sensitive. I started to

feel submissive. All I really wanted was to look good for my Bear Daddy. That’s when I got the

text. 

SOLDIER

We were visiting my brother, Grant, at the military base. I mean I wasn’t “visiting.” I didn’t have a choice. I was sixteen and still in high school and was forced to do whatever my parents told me. I had ZERO desire to visit my brother. He was a dick in high school, and he was an even bigger dick now that he was a Marine . . . if that’s possible. The word MEAT HEAD JOCK described him perfectly and now that his hair was all shaved and he had a uniform, it was even worse. 

All he talked about was how strong he was and how much it meant to him to be a Marine and, of course, when my parents weren’t around he treated me like hammered shit. He’d make fun of me for being so small and nerdy and the fact that I was gay didn’t help either. He’d once caught me making out with a guy in my room and, after that, I’d never heard the end of it. Yeah, there was a part of me that wished I could be closer to him . . . that we could be more like brothers than enemies, but I just didn’t see that happening. He was an asshole jar head and that wasn’t going to change.

BECOMING DOUMIT GHANEM

 

When you went to bed, you were a twenty-year-old Engineering student. Already quite athletic, you couldn't seem to put on any true muscle and fantasized about being completely ripped, but not in a jock kind of way . . . in a professional body builder kind of way. 

You went to bed, never imagining such a thing could happen, never realizing that perhaps Master Grey was listening, and when you awoke, you found your world VERY different. Your vanilla apartment was gone and your surroundings were more exotic. Argentina suddenly came to mind and you suddenly realized that you were, in fact, home. That's when you started to put the pieces together. 

PERSONAL COACH

You've always dreamed of being a different kind of man. That's why you didn't recognize your surroundings when you awoke this morning. You didn't recognize the muscular body, what it felt like to have huge biceps and and ripped abs. Glancing down, you noticed the perfectly manicured beard and realized you weren't Bradly anymore. You were Parker, your online coach. You'd always wondered what it would feel like to have that life. A wife who adored you. A respected gym owner who looked more like a god than a man. 

Hearing the shower running in the bathroom you started to ease out of bed, your cock growing hard at the though of your wife moving her hands over her wet body. As you moved toward the steamy room, you dropped your underwear to reveal a cock Bradly could only imagine. Like I said, more god than man. As you entered, you saw your wife standing there naked, her perfect curves making you even harder if that was possible. She heard you and turned with a smile. She then glanced down at your massive boner.

SAM'S 2017 TRANSFORMATION

When he closed his eyes, Sam made a wish to be someone different when he awoke in 2017. He wanted to be desired, taken care of. He wanted to know what it felt like to be loved completely. When he opened his eyes this morning, there was a handsome stranger lying in bed beside him. Looking down at his own body, he found something completely different. Muscles and tight abs. Tattoos across thick pecs and hard nipples.

"Happy New Year, Travis," the man lying beside him said. Sam turned to find him lying there with a warm, almost familiar smile. The man leaned in and gave Sam (or Travis) a deep, passionate kiss. "How do you feel about getting the new year started right?" He licked his lips and before Travis knew it, he was lying on the floor, legs raised as this man . . . his husband, Jeffrey . . . went down on him. It was incredible and slowly all memories of Sam drifted farther away as Jeffrey showed Travis what his new life would involve.

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.

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.

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.  

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. 

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?