Mohammad had just finished freshening up after a hot shower. He needed some time to wind down after a pretty busy day at the office. He had a whole routine planned for his evening to recharge his batteries, which started with a steaming hot soak in the shower.
After he stepped out of the bathroom, Mohammad proceeded to put on a pair of freshly washed sweatpants and a tank top. He then went on to change the bed sheets on his bed. Then, after turning on the TV to Hulu, the doorbell rang. Mohammad hurried to his door and brought in his ramen order from Postmates. He smacked his lips as he brought it into his room, the aroma of the pork broth filling his nose.
Mohammad enjoyed slurping his ramen as he watched some Hulu original movie. Although the plot was pretty stupid, the comedy was on point. Once the movie was done, Mohammad threw his head back in pure bliss and a full stomach. He laid there on his cotton pillows, feeling satisfied with everything he had treated himself to. Though he was feeling content, Mohammad couldn’t fall asleep just yet. That’s when he hopped out of bed and went over to his dresser. He opened the bottom drawer and gazed upon his jockstrap collection. Between various colors and styles, his jockstrap collection was as impressive as it was extensive. Mohammad liked using a different jockstrap for every guy he hooked up with. His collection grew little by little over the years until he had a whole drawer full of jockstraps, each one tied to a specific body.
“There it is,” Mohammad said as he plucked out a blue jockstrap with a drawstring on the crotch. He held it to his nose and gave it a deep sniff, inhaling the smell of his old cum and the sweat from the guy who topped him. Even though Mohammad couldn’t remember his name anymore, he loved wearing it. Mohammad remembered how that guy was dead set on bottoming, but he managed to convince him to try topping him. Now, after getting cummed in, he had a jockstrap tied to him too.
Mohammad slipped the blue jockstrap on and instantly felt his body begin to transform. His hair began to grow out longer, his beard filled in to a scruffier length, and body hair sprouted out all along his body. His twink body started growing girth, matching the beefy body of the guy who had topped him. His butt inflated slightly to match the furry otter’s ass, and he felt the jockstrap get tighter around the crotch as his new dick grew in size. Within a minute, Mohammad was an exact copy of the otter he had fucked.
“Ahhh… How I’ve missed this body!” Mohammad said as he cupped one of his hairy pecs. He then proceeded to download Scruff, ready for a hookup. One good fuck was all Mohammad needed to make an already great self care night into a perfect one.
Wouldn’t mind becoming a jockstrap
Believe it or not, every item of clothing in my closet once used to be a man. I use my magic power to collect past lovers and hookups who have disappointed me. The shirts are all richer, older gentlemen, sugar daddies, and even some past boyfriends’ fathers. For pants, I usually use younger guys from Grindr who didn’t do too much wrong but were overall boring for me. My socks and shoes are all the pathetic cashfags and footslaves who have come to me over the years. My underwear are special. Sometimes I turn rude straight men who challenge my masculinity at bars and parties, into some nice briefs, like this pair I’m wearing now. And sometimes I turn willing men who swear they just can’t get enough of me, into my underwear. And I think I might give you that treatment. Unless you’d rather be something else. You haven’t let me down, I actually like you, which is more than I can say for most men I’ve fucked. But I think I’d like to add you to my collection. What would you say to that?
Hop in bud, I’m gonna absorb you and make good use of you
Alright.
I’ll be the first one to admit that maybe I shouldn’t have been fucking around on the dark web. But what I can say, I was bored. And besides, most of the things I’ve found on there haven’t been that serious. Jump scares, scam ads, shitty mobile games, and even the occasional doxing blackmail that turn out to be nothing but empty threats. So I figured this “Body Lottery” app wasn’t going to be any different.
It was late at night when I found the app while scrolling through the dark web. I didn’t recognize it, it must had been recently added. I clicked on the app info, which read: “New body, new you! Just fill out some basic info and get ready for a brand new life!”
I thought it was fake. After all, body switching only happened in movies or in books. Fantasy stuff. But I decided it couldn’t hurt to try it out for shits and giggles. I downloaded the APK file onto my phone and started it up. It took a minute to load, but when it did I was greeted with a “Welcome!” message, followed by a long text box that I didn’t bother reading. I clicked “I agree to the Terms of Service” and proceeded to the next screen, which asked for some info from me. Although really all it asked for was my name (I just put a fake name), my birthdate (I randomly hit some numbers), and my preferences. The preferences were just two questions, what gender and age range you wanted. I filled in male and early 20′s for my preferences, and hit submit.
It asked if I was sure, and I hit yes and submitted my info. A confetti effect appeared on my phone and said I was successfully entered into the lottery. It laid the next steps, which read: “Go to sleep, and be ready for a new you!”
It was pretty anticlimactic to be honest. But whatever, the damage was done and I just had to wait for this magical switch to happen. I scrolled my Twitter timeline for a bit before I couldn’t stay awake anymore and fell dead asleep.
***
I slept so good that night. I felt so refreshed when I woke up from the sunlight hitting my face. That feeling of total relaxation didn’t last long however. I caught a glimpse of the bedroom I was in and quickly realized it was not my room. I saw a wall of shoes and a neatly organized rack of clothes, all of which weren’t mine.
I sat up in the bed in a panic. I was alone in the room. I was freaking out, but then I figured it was probably just a prank by my friends.
“Alright guys, you can come out-”
I stopped mid sentence when I heard my voice. It was lower than I remember it. I reached out to touch my neck, and I felt stubble brush against my hand. I touched my face and felt a beard growing in. But I had just shaved! This was not me!
I jumped out of the bed and saw that I was fully clothed. There was a phone and a wallet I didn’t recognize on the floor. I picked up the wallet and pulled out the ID in it. It belonged to some guy named Fernando Castillo. I grabbed the phone and unlocked it with the face ID.
“Not a good sign,” I said out loud.
I opened the camera in selfie mode and saw Fernando’s face on the phone. I looked between the ID photo and the face on the camera. No matter how many times I checked there was no doubt about it, I was now Fernando Castillo.
I noticed a mirror on the wall and walked up to it. I still had the phone on in my hand. I switched to the outer camera and took a mirror photo of me.
Damn… this guy was hot. Err, rather, I was hot I guess? I’m Fernando now.
I felt around my new body with my free hand. I lifted the shirt and saw my chest. I couldn’t help it, I had to take more pics.
This guy was pretty lean, not totally shredded but still fit. He didn’t have too much body hair but he had a treasure trail. Just the way I like them.
I took off the shirt and jacket and started feeling all over my new body. I loved it. Every touch felt brand new as I explored my new body. This guy had thick thighs and a nice ass too.
I remembered the mirror, and suddenly had an idea. I adjusted where the mirror was pointing and leaned forward onto the bed. I grabbed the phone and took more pics.
Damn… I’d fuck.
My new dick started getting hard. I grabbed it through my jeans and rubbed it, letting out a moan as I did so. I couldn’t take it. I unzipped my jeans and my dick sprang right out. Fernando’s dick was longer than my own, and uncut too. I grabbed his dick and started jerking off. It felt so good, every stroke felt like pure ecstasy.
“This is so wrong… but it feels so good…!”
I took off my jeans and shoes as fast as I could and kept stroking my new dick. I licked my fingers and started fingering my hole too. It was tight, and I could feel the hair as I slipped in my middle finger. I didn’t know if anyone else was in the house but I didn’t care, I moaned loud and hard.
I was close. I wanted to edge but I was lost in the moment. I slipped in another finger in my ass, my strokes got faster and I felt the pleasure spread all over my body as I shot warm loads of cum all over the bed and floor.
My face felt warm. I was gasping for breath. My dick was still leaking out cum onto my legs. It was so much… no doubt the real Fernando hadn’t gotten off in a while. I had so much fun, I almost didn’t want to leave my new body. But I had to. I had to get back to my real body.
I grabbed the phone and opened an incognito tab. I’m sure the app could bring me back if I tried. You know, that one app….. What was it called again?
I stared at my phone as I tried to remember the name, but I drew a blank. Damn it! Was the name of that… that… Was I looking for again? I felt like it had something to do with my phone, but I couldn’t remember what.
For some reason, I felt myself getting worried. I’m not sure why though. I felt like I had to go back… somewhere. I think I had to “become” someone else? No, that couldn’t be right. You can’t become someone else, that’s just fiction. I’m Fernando Castillo. Always have been, always will be. But I still couldn’t shake the feeling that I was going to download something on my phone. It was no use, I couldn’t remember.
I felt some cum run off my leg onto my bed sheets. I just jerked off, but I was still horny. Oh wait, maybe I wanted to download Grindr. Yeah, I wanna get fucked tonight.
I went to download Grindr, and as I waited for it download, I took one last pic.
His belly groans and gurgles loudly as he belches well that was a good one keep kicking and you'll have no space or air left you get what you got swallowed with