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Episode: The Other Side of the Tracks “Rash of burglaries in neighborhoods has homeowners on high alert and the police has still no lead.” Said the headline of the newspaper of the paper on the kitchen table.   ‘’What a joke!’’ This is my fourth house in two days and still, nobody has even a clue who I am and where I will strike next. The cops are such idiots that I feel almost sorry for them, almost. My “business plan” is quite simple I break into the homes of rich people in daylight because those rich bastards are by then all gone, to their work.  ‘’Now what do we got here?’’ I opened the drawer and pulled out a golden necklace with some weird mask.  ‘’Looks like an antique, I could sell this shit easily to some pawnshop only the weight in gold could be worth a lot! Hahaha, this is a good day everything goes as planned just how I like it.’’ ‘’What are you doing in my house?!’’ A tall muscular man had caught me in the middle of my work, he had seen my face what was I going to do? He had a gun in his hand holding me at gunpoint. ‘’Oh is this your house I thought it was my house you know how al these homes look like on another, right?’’ ‘’Stop this nonsense and put down my properties especially that necklace! I have already called the cops they are already on their way I fought you would eventually end up here. Boy, it’s time for you to learn you have to work hard for your money instead of stealing it from others! Now take that necklace of this is your last chance!’’ ‘’You’re really attached to this old crap aren’t you huh, I grinned. Sorry sugar daddy but not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you! I wish you could see how it is on the other side of the tracks, wondering if you would still act like such a big guy! The necklace started to glow with a strange bright glow and then there was a flash.’’ ‘’NO STOP YOU IDIOT…’’ … ‘’Ugh, my head! What happened, how long was I out?!’’ I pulled my hands to my throat. ''Wait what’s wrong with my voice it’s so deep !'' I tried to stand up I felt so heavy did that flash made me nuts? I walked towards a mirror but instead of my own reflection, it was…  It was him , that musclebound sugar daddy! ''Holy shit, and that insane necklace!'' I’d always wondered what life was like on his side of the tracks… and now I am  him. Those biceps are massive. I could feel the coarse grey hairs on my  face. I flexed these new arms, watching the muscles rise and fall, a giddy thrill running through me. I removed the turtle neck. M y pulse quickened, a strange mix of shock and excitement. I couldn’t help but grin, almost trembling as I took in the reflection: a short but devastatingly handsome, beefy man staring back. Thick arms. Solid chest. All of it on display for my personal pleasure. '' Hmm… hmm… hmmmmm. '' “This is straight-up Freaky Friday, bruh…” If I’m in his body, then where...'' ‘’Oooh… M-must ‘a B-blacked out, feel so… so…'' ''No, no. no this can’t be! What have you done to me you thief I’m in your body! I’m Richard Ford, not some criminal! I have to have to restore this. The necklace provides only one wish per customer! I will make you pay for this kid after this is over!’’  ’'I wish I was Richard Ford again!“ ’'No, you won’t, gimme that!” I shouted and gripped the necklace and pulled it off his neck and pushed him against the wall with my new body’s strength.  ’'Huh? I-I’m still you! But why…?“ My old self yelled while I hold him down with one hand while holding the necklace with the other.  ... ‘’Hey, I get it it’s like you said the necklace provides only one wish per customer, and ’'my body” already made his wish but I with Richard Ford’s body didn’t! HAHAHAHAHA not so smart now right huh?'' ''I'm the big man now! I have such huge muscles! I have the money'' “Make your wish you punk, switch us back!’'  ’'Haha, not a chance I’m giving up this wealthy lifestyle! Besides, an extra bit of arm strength will come in handy." ’'You don’t leave me a choice, this will hurt you more than me!” Richard said and then he kicked my fucking balls!  “AAAAAAHHH you piece of shit!” I fell to my knees, “Yeesh you smashed my balls bro Uuugggghhh Shhit!’'  click   I turned around and saw my old body with Mr. Ford in it holding me at gunpoint. ’'Don’t worry asshole you won’t have to carry MY damn balls any longer! Now last chance to make your wish and switch us back!’'  ’'Alright alright don’t shoot! I will make that stupid wish.” I heard police cars approaching.  “What are you waiting for know?! Do it NOW!’'  ’'I wish…” “Police open the door!’'  ’'I wish… I wish, I got ALL your knowledge and you got mine!’'  ’'You little R….!’'  The necklace started to glow and the room was lighted up by a flash again. The Police busted into the kitchen. ’'Police drop your weapon! Drop your weapon!’'  ’'Are you alright Mr. Ford you called?” A cop asked me.   “Yes, I’m feeling fine just a little dizzy. This street rat tried to rob me I think he is the one who did all those burglaries in the neighborhoods lately.”   The cops had already handcuffed the real Richard in my body.   ‘’No, he is lying I’m Richard Ford not him’!’  ’'What a joke if you are Richard Ford what is my birthdate huh? I asked the old Ford.  “Uhm it’s… I don’t remember!’'  How much can I lift? Oh, but if you are ’'Mr. Ford” you should know what my favorite cheat meal is right?  ’'I…I don’t remember anything’’… “ ‘’255 to 275 lbs and fresh cream cheesecake with blueberries”, I answered with a smile on my handsome face.’’ Crazy, how I now had acces to all of Ford's memories and skills! “Officers, please, believe me! He used that necklace over there to switch our bodies, and then he stole all my knowledge including everything I know about myself!” “But of course, never heard this excuse from a suspect they sure get weirder by the day if you asked me”. Said a cop when they took Richard into custody.  ... A few months passed and I’m living my new jet-set-life went smoothly and was kicking my (legal) job with Ford’s knowledge and money I could do anything, I even maintained my amazing physique. I looked at the paper at the dinner table…  “Burglar who terrorized neighborhoods has been convicted 20 YEARS in prison!’’ It just like I told you sugar daddy not everyone is as lucky to be so rich as you were! I guess not such a big guy after all.  ’'It’s a good day just how I like it, now let’s get back to work.” THE END #menofcolorswitchbodiestoo #malebodyswap #malebodytheft #BlackXBlack #Revivedstory

Episode: All Mine! ‘’Are my boobs too small?’’ Imani said to her reflection while feeling her breasts. ‘’It has to be, why else would Keenan have dumped me?!´´ Or maybe I’m just not thick enough or skinny enough or maybe he just wanted some stupid rich white girl. No no no Keenan would never put his cock (oh yes that mighty thick black cock) in such a skinny snow white pussy.“ Why did this happen to me? I mean I thought I did everything right as a girlfriend I act nice, I dress nice, I smell nice, and let’s be honest I look hella fine, I’m a bombshell inside and outside. ’‘But I guess that’s just not good enough for him to stay with me.” Imani thought about her times with Keenan he was such a sweet guy and a beast in bed he knew how to use that thick cock of his simply said, being a real man.  “That cock… oh God that fucking cock is all mine… not anybody else all of Keenan belongs to me only me!” Imani began to feel hot a feeling of sexual arousal flowed through her veins. “I need to be with Keenan forever just one way or another!” “Is that your greatest desire human?’'  Imani looked shocked behind her to see who just said that but she saw nobody. ’'Great looks like my own libido has made me insane”’, Imani said to herself. “Okay, I’m not insane! Who are you and where are you?! Show yourself!” “Can’t do that human you see I’m a spirit and now and then a will grant a wish to a human who desperately wants something. And you human your cries could be heard far past the mortal realm.” “So you can give me everything I want ?” Imani said. “Yes, but only one wish.” The spirit replied. “So do you want me to grant you your biggest desire to own that human called Keenan to have that as you stated: ’'that mighty thick black cock” all for yourself. Do you accept this wish?“ Imani remained silent for a few seconds it’s just all so crazy a spirit granting wishes was this all even real… it could not be, maybe I’m dreaming? Nah I never have such crazy dreams, not even in my sexual dreams. Maybe my intense emotions were playing with me… but if that’s the case I have nothing to lose right? ’'Yeah good thicking”, Imani she said to herself. Imani looked at herself in the mirror with a smile and said, “yes spirit I accept the wish!” The spirit began to laugh, “as you wish human as you wish”.  And then everything went dark. … Uhh, what happened to me? Why do I feel so sore? “Come babe don’t let me down now we’re almost cumming, oh fuck yeah! You know how sensitive my nipples are.” Babe? Cumming? Nipples? What’s going on?! Imani opened her eyes seeing a muscled man on top of her.  He was getting his nipples massaged with a hand but not his own. Wait, is this my hand?  “What the hell happened to my fucking hand?!” A booming baritone voice shot the words out Imani grunted as she felt something incredibly intense building up and reaching a climatic maximum. Imani lets out a deep, virile moan as he experiences her strongest orgasm ever. The man on top began to orgasm as well. “That was nice wasn’t it”, the man said to Imani as he moved next to her and soon he fell asleep. Imani still tired of there lovemaking looked down at herself. “What the hell happened to me!” A booming baritone voice came out of her mouth again. The guy next to her slept trough-like as nothing happened. Imani’s breasts were replaced by beefy pecs, her once skinny arms were now packed with muscles and tattoos. “I’m a freakin man!” But that means… she moved the sheets that covered her lower body and saw her new, big black dick still erected and soaked in cum. She recognized it… “it’s Keenan’s cock!” She said with the voice of Keenan. ´´I’m Keenan!´´ ´´Uhm yeah I know Bro, you okay?'' ''You know, let's take a sec to rest''  The stranger said to her before falling asleep next to her. Imani begins stroking her new manhood. Conflicting sensations went through her mind. This whole situation was a nightmare, she didn’t want to be a freaking man! On the other hand, though, the feeling of her new, big dick stirring was intoxicatingly pleasant.  Imani looked at the man sleeping next to her. The one she just a few minutes ago just cumed into. I still can’t believe Keenan is gay! All this dick and still gay how? Ugh what a waste, she thought inside herself. Now I know why he dumped me not because I was not skinny, sexy, or white enough but I simply was too much woman for him yeesh. Imani stumbled out of bed into Kaneen’s well her/his apartment, an angry and confused expression plastered on his/her new manly, bearded face as she/he looked in the mirror. But to her… it’s well, wrong! Grotesque even! Her name IS Imani, dammit, and she IS a straight girl! She doesn’t want to be a bulky, black gay man! Since when is Keenan gay? And doesn’t this clearly mean that he never even liked her, the REAL her? Her crying intensifies. She felt so defiled, humiliated, and betrayed! Imani looked back into the mirror looking at Keenan’s naked glory, her naked glory. In the end, she got her wish granted she wanted to be with Keenan and have his mighty cock all for herself and now she literally owns the whole package. “Yeah maybe this is not so bad as I thought”, she said as she stroked his goatee. “Yo Imani you’re the best girlfriend in the world but yeah I like dick so that’s it,” Imani said to Kaneen’s reflection saying that with Kaneen’s deep manly voice just made her cock hard again! “Jesus such stamina big boy”! It felt good to let that out. Imani felt adrenaline rushing through her like never before. She felt much better closing that part of her life off but now what? Imani still had to get used to this manly voice… It sorta fit the emotions she was feeling now, made her feel strong, commanding, even a bit intimidating! She never felt this way before. Maybe that wasn’t just adrenaline, Imani reasoned, maybe it’s her…well, Keenan’s testosterone…flowing through him…well, through her. Her? Him? So confusing. Technically, the body is a “him” and I owned it now. “This was HIS body, HIS name, HIS life. I’m Keenan, I’m a big, tall black gay dude and I have a huge veiny cock!!” He marvels at its sight. “This is mine! My penis… My big black dick!! Oohh yes… I… Ok, fuck it, I’m a man, I… my name is Keenan no more Imani … Oh god yess!!” He turns back to face the tall mirror, cock in hand. At the sight of himself, he immediately starts pumping hard on his rock hard shaft, grunting horny as testosterone flooded his brain. With each pump, the new Keenan pushed more and more of his former identity as a straight black woman out.  I tried to put some underwear on when I got grabbed from behind. “You don’t need those babe”.  “Looks who finally got up, ready for round 2”, I said with a grin on my face.  ‘‘You already know the answer don’t ya.’‘  ‘‘Yeah, I do’‘, I pulled him up and carried him with my strong arms to the bed. Our sweaty muscle bodies lay on top of each other as we began making out (again).  ‘‘Oh yeah, that’s the spirit, Keenan!’‘  He said as he begins to moan as I slowly put my mighty cock inside him.  ‘‘Yeah, the spirit indeed’‘, I said hahaha, ‘‘the spirit indeed!’‘ THE END #menofcolorswitchbodiesagain #male possession # f2m #femaletomale #BlackxBlack #Straight2Gay #Revivedstory

Episode: The Conversion ''Good afternoon Damon. How are you doing today? I see you are feeling more at home in the House of the Lord.'' ''Yes Sir. I do feel more at home every day that passes. Thank you for asking.'' ''That’s good to hear, my son. I spoke with your therapist. She mentioned you’re still struggling with certain… homosexual tendencies. Is that true?'' ''Isn't therapy meant to be confidential Sir?'' ''Nothing can be hidden for God's almighty sight my boy he sees all and he knows all. I'm confident that when you fully embrace Him in all his light you will find your way back to the right path. Until then you will remain here with all the other lost boys. But tomorrow is family day maybe your father will come by to see your progress, Damon.'' ''Maybe he will Sir maybe he will. But if you excuse me I want to practice my prayers before the classes start again Sir.'' “But of course, my son. Don’t let me hold you back. It’s good to see you take this seriously, the others could learn something from your dedication. I’ll leave you now, in peace.” Finally.  I thought he’d never leave me alone. I can’t stand it here anymore. I’ve spent months  in this hellish gay conversion therapy camp—ever since my mom died and my father found out I was gay. He didn’t take it well. Said it was “wrong,” “unnatural”… even called it “despicable.” An “abomination.” What a hypocrite. Barely a month after Mom passed, he had a new girlfriend—and was already screwing her multiple times a day. But that’s okay, right? Because he’s a big, manly straight guy. That’s what’s expected . That’s “normal.” How isn’t that despicable? Meanwhile, I’m his son, the total opposite: Gay, effeminate, a total twink. And apparently, that means I need to be “fixed.” So he sent me here. The '' Christian Home For Lost Boys: a place where lost boys find there way back to the good old straight path. Here at the Christian Home for Lost Boys, we practice ''reparative   therapy'' (a.k.a. conversion torture) and ''physical exercise'' (a.k.a. unpaid labor) to make the “boys of God” happy again (meaning being depressed as fuck).'' The whole goal of this camp is practically brainwashing people into behaving how to act: a man should act masculine and do manly stuff like fixing cars and a woman should act feminine and do girly things like cleaning. And the only acceptable relationship is between one man and one woman. When you successfully converted back to ''straightness'' you are allowed to leave. If not? You stay, unless your parents stop paying than you have to go. I guess selling ''salvation'' isn’t cheap. As you can see I'm still here because well I'm too gay, I'm too Fem and I L-O-V-E it too much. But I found another way to escape this hellhole. My dad only visited me once. Before that, I had begged him to bring a ring—something my mother left me after she died. She once told me it held a some kind of magic. To my surprise, he actually brought it. He handed it over, then shot me a look full of disgust and said he didn’t want me back home unless I was a “real man”meaning straight, in his eyes. ''Well… now it’s time to give my father a taste of his own medicine.'' I closed my eyes and pictured the burly image of my father in my head. My consciousness sank deeper and deeper… until there was nothing left but darkness. “Wake up, you sexy beast. It’s rude to keep a passionate woman waiting.” A woman? Whose voice is that? My eyelids feel heavy—I can barely open them. “Come on, Mike. Don’t drift off on me again.” ''Wait… what?'' Mike? That’s my dad’s name! I opened my eyes fully and saw a beautiful woman lying next to me... naked! I was in total shock.She had smooth light brown skin, full lips, generous curves—round hips, full breasts, and a stunning ass barely hidden beneath the sheets. “Well, good evening, stud,” she murmured, leaning in and pressing her soft lips against mine in a long, passionate kiss. That’s when I recognized her—she was my dad’s girlfriend. Holy shit, I had just kissed my father’s naked girlfriend! I tried to push her off me only to be even more shocked as I looked at my hand, it was huge! I pulled my meaty hands to my face feeling the rough beard on my face. ''Damn this feels gooooood!'' ''Damn this feels gooooood!'' I moaned. I threw the sheets aside and stumbled to the mirror. Staring back at me was my father. “Well, look at that! Looking like a total beast! Oh yeah!” I flexed and smirked. These biceps? Straight-up weapons. Guess being Dad has its perks. “Mike? You okay? You’re acting kinda weird…” I turned back. My dad’s girlfriend was still sprawled in bed and in my moment of shock and excitement, I had totally forgotten she was even there. “Uh, yeah… of course, babe. I’ve never felt better.” To my surprise, my chest twitched slightly, my pecs bounced. Wait, did I just do that? I can make my pecs bounce? I actually have pecs? Okay, Damon. Breathe. Calm down. You’re not you right now. You’re Mike. You’re Dad. Suddenly, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. The caller ID flashed: Christian Home . “Sorry, babe,” I said, picking it up. “Gotta take this. I’ll be right back.” She gave me a playful wink. “Don’t take too long, hotshot.” I headed to the living room, each step a reminder of just how different this body was. “Damn,” I muttered under my breath, adjusting awkwardly. “How does Dad even walk around like this?” Everything felt heavier, bulkier. My heavy balls and large cock kept bouncing against my thick thighs. ''Jesus, how does dad walk with this thing?'' ''Jesus, how does dad walk with this thing?'' “Hello… this is Da... uhm Mike Johnson,” I said, surprised by my dad's deep baritone voice rolling out of my mouth. “Hello, Mr. Johnson. This is Counselor David from the Christian Home for Lost Boys. As you may know, today is our Family Day but due to your son’s recent behavior, we’ve decided to cancel his visitation. We hope you understand this wasn’t an easy decision for us.” “What exactly is wrong with… ‘my son’s’ behavior, if I may ask?” ''Well, Mr. Johnson, to be honest, I spoke with Damon yesterday, and he actually seemed to be making real progress. But this morning, everything changed—he began screaming and fighting with the counselors, claiming he is  you sir, Mike Johnson and not Damon Johnson. He insists he somehow woke up in ''Damon’s'' body. He’s been speaking in the third person. We fear his… homosexual tendencies have taken a darker psychological turn than we anticipated.” “Let me go! I paid you fu— I’m Mike Joh-” (cut off). “Was that Damon I just heard, Counselor David? May I speak with him?” “Of course, Mr. Johnson. We’ll give you a moment alone with your son.” “…Damon, it’s your father on the line.” Now let's put that asshole on speaker. “So… how’s camp treating you, ''son''?” I said with a laugh. “So… how’s camp treating you, ‘son’?” “Damon? What the hell have you done? Why do you have my voice... why am I you ? Does this mean… you’re in my  body?!” “Yup. I’m walking around in your fully beefed-up, naked glory, and I’ve gotta say, I'm enjoying my stay so far.'' “I swear, Damon, if you don’t switch us back right now, I will...” “You’ll what? Throw me into a conversion camp? Oh wait… you already did! ” “Please, Damon. Get me out of here!” ''No chance dad it's time to put you in your place...my place.'' “Babe, are you done  with your call yet? I’m bored!” “…Just a sec, babe! I’m almost done!” ''She’s kind of a horny little slut, if you ask me.'' ''Damon, was that Talia?!'' "Yeah, that was her. She’s kind of a horny little slut, if you ask me—but then again, so were you, and now so am I. Damn, your cock gets hard so fast, huh? Just thinking about sex and it’s rock solid! …I’m stroking it now—gentle, or do you want it rough, Dad? Oh yeah, this feels so goooood!" "Damon! I swear, if you put my cock anywhere it doesn’t belong, I will kill you!" "That would mean killing yourself, dumbass. I gotta be honest I never really thought about having sex with a woman before. But in the last ten minutes? I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s crazy how being in your body changes everything. It looks like I’m finally the thing you always wanted me to be, a real straight man, just like you. ” ''But if you're straight in my body than that must mean...'' "That you’re 100% gay in my body, Dad. Hope you enjoy your days as a skinny, feminine fag just like I’m enjoying my life as a manly, beefy, horny straight man. But like Counselor David always says, ‘there’s nothing reparative therapy and hard work can’t fix.’ So enjoy your time in that hellhole, maybe I’ll see you at the next family day, ‘son,’ if you behave." ''You won't get away with this Damon!'' ''I think I already have, ''Damon''. (End of the phone call) I walked back to the bedroom. "Finally, you’re back. Come here, beast," my girlfriend said. "Ready for another round, babe…" #menofcolorswitchbodiesagain #malebodyswap #malebodytheft #BlackxBlack #DadandSon #Straight2Gay #Revivedstory

"You lookin’ at me?" The voice that slips from Mahmoud's lips is smooth, dripping with charm, yet it isn’t his. "There ain't nobody else here. You must be lookin’ at me." The guy leans in even closer. “You’re a damn good-lookin' man.” Mahmoud's reflection in the mirror smirks, a cocky, almost sultry grin that doesn’t belong to him. The real Mahmoud, trapped inside, feels his lips curl against his will. "What's wrong, Mahmoud?" The guy’s voice drips with mockery. "Don't like the makeover? Well, too bad, because this isn't you anymore. It's me now." Mahmoud glares through his eyes at his own reflection, rage boiling just beneath the surface. Inside his mind, he’s seething, thrashing against the invisible chains holding him hostage in his own body. His fists clench and unclench against the mirror, though he can’t control the motion. He grits his teeth, and with all his might, forces his lips to part. His voice comes out low, rough... “Get out.” But that feeling doesn’t last long. I feel him smirk, feel his body tense with amusement as he steps closer to the mirror, eyes locked on mine in the reflection. He laughs, low and mocking. “Oh, so you think you’re the tough guy again, huh? Well, let’s see what you have to say now.” "You, You... have no idea who you’re messing with. When I get control back, you’re going to regret ever setting foot inside me. I’ll make you pay for every second of this!" He smirks again, leaning in closer. “Oh, come on, sweetheart,” the guy’s voice purrs, dripping with arrogance. “This isn’t so bad. Look at you, so strong, so gorgeous. You should really appreciate what you’ve got here. I certainly do.” His gaze drops lower, eyes lingering on Mahmoud’s bulge in his pants. My body tenses as I feel him run a hand down the fabric, his touch slow and teasing, a mocking caress that makes my skin crawl. “Oh, but I’m just getting started, sweetheart.” His hand slides down to rest on my hip, a pose I’d never take—hips tilted, one brow raised. He leans in even closer, his fingers tracing lightly over my bulge. “Oh, you’ve got some power down here too, huh?” His voice is thick with satisfaction, his touch lingering longer than it should. “You’ve got it all, pretty boy, style, strong build, and… well, well-equipped.” He chuckles to himself, a dark satisfaction spreading across his face. “Oh, don’t act like you don’t enjoy it.” “I’m here to show you what you’ve been missing, what you’ve always been too scared to touch.” "I don’t want this. I don’t want any part of this!" “Oh, don’t lie to me,” he says, pressing his face close to the mirror, so close I can feel the coolness of the glass against my lips. “I feel it. Deep down, under all that disgust and denial. You’ve spent so long pretending you’re something you’re not. Acting like you’re above this. Like you’re… untouchable, huh, straight boy.” This isn’t me, I try again, my voice trembling in the recesses of my mind. You can’t force me into this... “Oh, I think you’ll find I can,” the invader purrs, delighting in his own reflection, tilting his head this way and that to catch the angles of my jaw, his eyes flickering with a predatory gleam. He raises a hand, running it along the line of the jaw I can't control. “In fact, I think I’ve never seen a more convincing display of attraction in my life... and now it’s mine.” “This is sick. You're sick!” I scream inside my head. '' I want my body back!  I’ll fight you. I’ll find a way to break free. You won’t— HELP!'' He presses his face closer to the glass, close enough to see every detail, every twitch of rebellion and shame in my eyes. “You’ve built this body up like a fortress, hiding behind your own muscles. But here you are, under my thumb.” ''I’ll fight you. I’ll find a way to break free. You won’t—'' "Aw, what's wrong, Mahmoud? Getting tired?" the guy sneers, adjusting the watch on my wrist one more time, a smug smile curling on his lips. “Don’t worry, I’ll let you sleep. You’re done. You’re not in control anymore.” The elevator slows, and I step forward, watching myself in the mirror one last time. ''Yah, you're a good-looking guy, but not good enough to keep it. Not when I’ve got plans. I'm taking this body out, showing it off. There's a club I’ve got my eyes on, and trust me, they’ll love me there." #menofcolorswitchbodiesagain #malepossession #forcedpossession #Arab #malebodytheft #Straight2Gay

‘’What’s wrong with you dude? Have you unclogged the toilet yet?’’ My cousin asked. ‘’No, I haven’t done that … yet.’‘ ‘’Then what’s bothering you?’’ ‘’Oh, nothing except that I’m the biggest loser of the family, and my life kind of sucks.’’ ‘’Oh don’t be so hard on yourself Alan you’re not the brightest star of our family but you’re not the biggest failure either.’’ ‘’Thanx cousin but let’s be honest I kinda screwed up. Dropped out twice, failing my classes again, and kicked out by dad because he’s embarrassed by his low-life son. We’re both 23 years old cousin but you already have your own butchery. Small business, but you build something yourself, you achieved something. What did I achieve? High School, that’s pretty much it.’’ ‘’Don’t worry too much Alan you’re a late bloomer good things will come to you eventually. Until then, I don’t mind you here helping me in the shop in exchange for sleeping on my couch.’’ ‘’Awesome, so in what way does that make my life suck any less? A young, late bloomer, dropout, kicked out, working for free in his cousin’s butchery and sleeping on his couch in downtown Shanghai, no offense cousin. You’re right I’m living the life!’’ I turned and ran into something massive and got pushed back to the display. ‘’Can’t you watch where you walk runt?!’’ A booming voice said.  I looked up and I saw a man… no a mountain of solid muscles. From a quick glance, I noticed his thick pecs, wide boulder-sized shoulder, arms and legs thick as tree trunks, and the thickest ass in Asia. ‘’Move aside runt. Do you have my order ready butcher?’’  ‘’But of course Mr. Kang I have already set it apart for you.’’ My cousin walked to the fridge.  ‘’Here is your order Mr. Kang: 7 Chicken breast, 5 pork chops, 3 lean steaks, and the rest of your order. Only the best quality for you Mr. Kang.’’ With difficulty, my cousin got the heavy bags with raw meat on the counter.  ‘’Finally.’’ Said the enormous brute said with his deep baritone manly voice. With one arm, he easily picked up the bags my cousin struggled to get up earlier from the counter. I was amazed by his build. This guy weighed at least 330 lbs with an impressive 6’5 height. ‘’Do you have in here someplace where I can take a piss?’’ ‘’Of course, Mr. Kang toilet is in the back second door on the right.’’ My cousin replied. The bodybuilder walked past us, walking to the back.  ‘’Who was that God cousin?‘’ ‘’God? No Alan customer, a big spender. Samual Kang is a former pro bodybuilder living here in Shanghai. He’s now founder and CEO of a successful chain of gyms across China, produces and sells nutrition and I thought he did some acting and modeling too. He always buys here his meat and a lot of it because it has not yet been processed.’’ “What does he have that I don’t have?” “I asked him, feeling like my life sucked even more than I thought… reality just hit me hard. ‘’Well…. money, a penthouse, a gorgeous model as his girlfriend, money, a successful business, fans, a great body and again money.’’ ‘’Haha, if you only were as good at making me feel better as you are at cutting meat’‘.  *Sigh .  ‘‘I wish I had his life, he seems to have his shit in order. And have you seen his body?! It takes years of dedication to get so puffed up! I would look awsome!’‘ ‘’So you want to be like Mr. Kang don’t you Allen?’’ My cousin began staring seriously at me, he had never been so creepy. ’‘Uhm yeah kind of, didn’t you hear me the first time cousin?” He picked up a small plastic bottle with some green gunk under the counter. ‘’Drink this cousin!’’ ‘’What is this?! How long did you keep this?’’’ I opened the bottle and the smell was horrific! ‘’Ugh, this smells awful cousin like grandpa’s feet, just throw it into the trashcan’’. ‘’Just drink it, Alan. For once just listen and do something that is going to make a difference in your life.’’  My cousin still had this creepy serious expression on his face. I felt I had to prove something to him by drinking it but I also didn’t want to drink whatever was inside this bottle.  ‘’Alright alright, I will drink it!’’  I opened the bottle again and knocked back the disgusting green juice all at once down my throat.  ‘’See… happy now cousin? Now let’s do a reality check… did drinking this turn my life upside down?… Uhm, nope it didn’t. It only left a bitter taste in my mouth  ugh…so thanks for that cousin very helpful.’’ ‘’Just give it some time’’. My cousin said. ‘’But we’re almost closing, so I’m going to bed… I mean the couch’’. Then it hit me, I suddenly felt an enormous rush. Out of nowhere, I felt an enormous pressure on my bladder. “What did you do to me cousin?!” I yelled. “Oh man, this is going bad! Out of my way cousin!” I ran as fast as I could to the bathroom in the back. It felt like I could snap anytime. I stormed into the bathroom to the toilet. Shit, I forget to unclog it. I turn to the only urinal seeing Samual Kang standing in front of it.  ‘’Can you hurry up, please?!’’ Damn, I can’t hold it anymore! I got pulled to the urinal as something forced me to. ‘’Shut up runt can’t you see I’m busy! And don’t you dare to look!’’ Mr. Kang shouted at me. ‘’Oh, come on hurry up!!!’’ I couldn’t handle it anymore! And then my feet got off the ground and I smashed right into Mr. Kang’s back.  ‘’Didn’t I tell you to sh…WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING GET OFF ME!’’ ‘’I’m so sorry Mr. Kang I don’t know what is happening!’’ I tried to apologize and to get off Mr. Kang’’s large back, I put my hands on his back to push me off, but somehow I sank through into his back!  ‘’WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING TO ME!’’ (*we said simultaneously*) My arms sank deeper into Mr. Kang’s back as well as my legs that were already halfway in. ‘’Please, stop! It hurts… get out!’’ Mr. Kang yelled and began to stumble as he tried to walk away.  ‘’Stand still before you make us fall and we break something!’’ We stopped. Wait did I just do that did I just controlled his legs?! I pushed my second arm into Kang’s right arm and use both to slowly pull my body into his. I tried to move my fingers inside Mr. Kang´s large hands. His large sausage fingers moved on my command!  ‘’Dude I’m somehow connected to your body! Looks like I can control this body. Awesome!’’ I shouted. ‘’No this isn’t possible!’’ Kang stumbles around the room as the two of us fight for control. Spasming and swinging his arms, Kang attempts to push me out. But I  sleeved my skinny arms into his and now control these massive arms. With a malicious grin splitting on my own face, I bring Sam’s hands up to his face and began to feel it and then going down to caress his muscles. It’s so weird I feel like I’m feeling it with my own hands. Mr. Kang almost collapses on the ground as I continue pushing.  ‘’No, no big guy can’t let that happen, these strong legs of ours can easily hold us both!’’ I forced Mr. Kang into a standing position with my arms against the toilet wall. Mr. Kang Still trembling with an occasional spasmatic twitching, while I’m moving around inside him. I get deeper and deeper inside his body. It’s warm inside and a bit tight. I can feel Samual Kang’s cock getting hard as I shove mine errected cock into his. Samual groans and gasps in a mixture of agony and pleasure. I chuckle at the thought of what I was doing to Samual and continue exploring his body in this new exciting way.  "That’s enough! Get out of me…leave my body alone!“ ‘’Nah why stop now? Now let’s see what’s inside that head of yours Samual Kang.’’    I push my head into Kang’s and the last of me into him. I had now been fully absorbed by Mr. Kang’s bodybuilder body. I opened my eyes looking at this amazing muscle bod now fully under my control. First let’s take this shirt off MY muscles deserve to be seen. I flexed my biceps. ‘‘OH YEAH! BRING IT! HOLY CRAP!’‘ We left one last moan… and then a flash of light appeared. We were pulled out of eachother, separated. Everything went dark.  Samual Kang fell behind on the floor while Allen fell forward into the urinal. …A few hours passed… *PHONE RINGS ‘’Uhm, Come on cousin just a few more minutes. I… I just had the weirdest dream ever. That green stuff… ugh you gave me was strong or was that also a part of the dream. I…I just need a little bit more sleep’’… PHONE MESSAGE BANK: *beep  Mr. Kang you have 38 messages . Latest message received 1 minute ago. *beep (Allen’s voice:)   ‘’Answer the phone! I don’t know how the fuck you did this little runt  but I’m, uh, I think I’m in the wrong body, your body’’.  *beep     (Allen’s voice:)   ‘‘Allen that’s your name right ‘‘Allen’‘, check your friggin voicemail please we have to fix this. Damn it! Oh my head still hurts! Did you really have to smash this head into the fucking urinal?! Call me back.’‘ PART II IS LOST (at the moment) #menofcolorswitchbodiesagain #malebodyswap #malebodytheft # AsianxAsian #Revivedstory