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Through The Pain

Christian knew it would be painful. The other nerds had warned him that forcing a person’s soul from their own body would hurt. But Christian wasn’t prepared for the sheer torture that he would feel as he literally tore someone’s essense away from every fibre of their being. It was painful for the other nerds, but Christian had gone for an even bigger target. He was taking the body of Luke, a fellow senior who seemed to spend every waking hour in the gym. The soul sundering process took significantly longer for the over-muscled brute, and Christian was consumed in agony.

After what seemed like an eternity, the last of Luke’s spirit began to fade away along with the searing pain. And in its place, a sense of euphoria. The feeling of release after such an agonising experience, combined with the barrage of new sensations was overwhelming. The soft athletic fabric stretched tight over his new pecs and shoulders. The feeling of innate strength swelling deep within his swollen muscle. The potent cocktail of hormones coursing through his veins. It was all too much. Christian threw his head back and released a rumbling moan as he rode his first orgasim in his new body. His huge arms tensed as they gripped the side of the gym bench, its cool metal warping slightly against his herculean strength. His thick quads flexed and contracted in time with the bucking of his hips as he released volley after volley of Luke’s potent jock seed into his gym shorts.

As he came down from his post orgasmic high, Christian became aware of the silence that had descended over the gym. He hauled himself to his feet and surveyed his kingdom. He stood head and shoulders above the other former nerds that had gathered to watch. The old Christian would have been embarrassed by the attention. But the new Christian relished it. He craved it. With on smooth motion, Christian tore his workout shirt off his body, exposing a  physique developed well beyond its years. The other former nerds were in awe. Sensing his newfound dominance, Christian took his rightful place as the top of the food chain as undisputed alpha.

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Names Will Never Hurt Me

Ohh hey dude. As you can see I've changed a little bit. But I doubt you have a problem with that. You’re the one who inspired me to turn things around after all. What do I mean? Well after all of those years, I finally took your advice.

You always called me a runt, so I grew taller. I never knew 12 inches of height would make such a big difference in my life but it does. People just innately respect you when you’re this tall. Everyone literally has to look up to me. Even you. It’s such a power trip. Is this how you felt when you used to tower over me? 

You always called me a weakling, so I became stronger. I used to think you were big. But then when I started to grow myself and I knew I could be so much more. So I became more. Being this big is intoxicating. The strength that I feel coursing through my veins is so intense. The amount of weight I can throw around in the gym is insane. And then there's the size. The sheer amount of space I take up now is insane. Every time I move, my muscles swell and flex. I imagine you felt good with your lean athletic body but that’s nothing on the power I feel.

You always called me ugly, so I became handsome. I was never going to win any awards for my looks but I didn’t look that bad. But now that I’m a walking wet dream, I’ve learned how the other half live. People are so much nicer to me now. Girls want to jump my bones - my movie-star good looks are like something they've only seen in magazines. Guys want to be me, jealous of my rugged masculinity and the attention I get. The girl I was with last night joked that my jawline was so sharp, it could cut glass. 

You always called me shy, so I became confident. I used to be anxious about everything. Anxious about how I looked. Anxious about what people thought of me. Anxious that I would mess up. But now, now I can do no wrong. I’m gods gift to man. People are lucky just to spend time with me. I always get what I want, even if I have to take it by force.

You always called me a virgin, so I became a sex god. Everything about me used to scream virgin. From the way I dressed to the way I acted. But then with a terrifying amount of hormones coursing through my veins now, I practically can’t control myself anymore. If I don’t cum multiple times a day, my huge cum factories start churning. And my dick. Holy shit my dick. It’s fucking insane how big it is. I make bets with myself about how much, or how little any of the chicks I take back to my room can take. It’s so hot watching someone impale themselves on my rod and seeing so much of my shaft can't fit down their throats. Even when I take care of myself, I can use both hands for maximum stimulation and still have room to spare. Even the act of cumming feels so much better now.

Speaking of which, the one-eyed monster is stirring. This little worship session has got me all horned up. And based on how slack your jaw’s gone and the hard-on that’s sticking out of your shorts, you liked the show. Nothing wrong with two dudes getting a bit horned up. Just like your brothers did when I thanked them for everything they gave me. Well, everything I took from them that is. 

What? You haven’t been home to see them yet? Well, let’s just say they’ve changed a lot as well. For me to grow taller, they had to shrink down. For me to become stronger, they had to become weak. For me to become confident, they had to lose theirs. For me to become handsome, their looks had to fade. It wasn’t all take take take take though. I gave them the first-ever rides on my now legendary fuck stick. You might even be able to take more of it than they managed to. Now come here and I’ll make you forget all about the old me.

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Show Off

Psst.

PSST!

Your friend Kei waves at you excitedly from a gym bench across the room. He quickly checks that the other gym patrons are not looking at him before mouthing “Watch this”. Breathing deeply a few times to prepare himself, Kei leans down and picks up a 40-pound dumbbell off the floor. A sheepish smile quickly spreads across his face.

Holy shit dude! This feels so fucking light! This used to be my max lift but now it feels like nothing! 

Kei bends forward slightly and curls the weight towards his knee with perfect form. The simple motion causes his bicep to swell. His eyes grow wide as he watches the muscle flex and contract as he easily pumps out rep after rep.

After completing a set, he quickly swaps to the other arm, his eyes never leaving his arm muscles. Finishing the set, Kei stands and returns the weights to the rack before pausing, his mind lost in thought.

If I could do my normal set that easily, I wonder how much I can actually lift now?

Without pausing, Kei make his way down to the other end of the free weights area where the larger weights were and selected a pair. Like a man possessed, he stares at himself in the mirror as he pumps out rep after rep of bicep curls. The muscles in his arms swell larger and larger as they fight to lift the heavy weight. Veins begin to push to the surface as the muscle fibres ripple and dance with each powerful rep. You watch on hypnotized as the display in front of me until Kei’s sultry voice brings you back to reality.

Don’t feel like you need to hang around bro, I’m going to mess around here for a little bit longer.

You turn and go back to your treadmill and begin to watch Kei from afar. He grabs a heavier pair of dumbbells this time. His loud, rubbing grunts began to fill the gym as he heaved the iron up towards his meaty pecs. 

Over the next hour or so, you watch Kei progressively make his way around the gym. Whether at the squat rack or a bench, he tosses around hundreds of pounds of iron like it was nothing, the whole time his body continually developing an insane pump. After a particularly heavy deadlift, he let out a loud moan before making his way to the bathroom, where he returned a few minutes later in a new pair of tight-fitting gym shorts. 

After a couple of hours, you lose sight of Kei. You make your way to the locker room to see if you can find your friend. You could smell him before you saw him, his heavy musk permuting across the room. Kei is flexing in front of the mirror, every muscle heavy and swollen from his torturous workout. His pale skin has turned a bright shade of pink from the exertion and is drenched in a thick layer of sweat. You watch on in awe as he flexes his heavy forearms, watching a spider web of veins dance beneath his skin. Without taking his eyes off his own reflection, Kei acknowledges your presence with his deep southern drawl.

I know what you’re thinking. How vain can you be? Being one of those roided-out douchebags flexing in the gym. You just don’t understand how good this pump fucking feels. It's such a rush dude. Each time I flex, I can feel my muscles straining against my skin. The strength coursing through my veins is incredible. And the hormones. My hormones are going wild. It’s like I finally understand what being a real man is like. Like I have this rage deep down inside that’s just waiting to unleash. Lifting. Getting stronger. Fucking. It’s basically all I can think about.

You notice the sizable bulge snaking down one of Kei’s colossal quads. This is getting out of hand. You let Kei know that you think it’s time to leave the gym.

Why? Because you’re tired? Am I embarrassing you? No. I think it’s because you're jealous. Jealous that you could have been the one in my shoes. The one with all of this. 

Kei motions to his hulking body, before, kneading his heavy pecs with his meaty hands. 

Well, tough luck dude. You were the one who turned down a chance at tutoring the guys on the football team because you wanted to play Dota. So instead, the coach gave me the call-up. So while you were locked away in your room gaming, I was spending long nights trying to teach those meatheads how to do basic algebra. And when Trent here was at risk of failing his final and being kicked out of college, I was the one he asked to swap bodies with so I could take the test for him. And what a fucking body it is.

Kei clenches his fists and hunches his shoulders and he seems to flex every muscle in his body in an awe-inspiring display of masculine potential. Every muscle of stolen muscle was sculpted to perfection over years of pumping iron. Seconds seem to stretch into hours as your eyes dart around the perfect form in front of you. Suddenly, Kei lets out a large exhale and relaxes. You realise you’ve been holding your breath this whole time as you gasp for air.

Breathtaking huh? Well, that’s not even the best part.

Kei unceremoniously drops his shorts, allowing his swollen cock to burst forth. Swollen, thick, and girthy, the heavy member bounced a few times before coming to rest at a right angle to Kei’s swollen torso. 

Sick isn’t it? This donkey dick was snaking down my leg the whole workout. Even soft, it’s so much bigger than what I used to. And it’s cut, so it’s so fucking sensitive. I even had to swap shorts after I got a bit too excited during my squats. It was such a high hitting that pb that I nutted then and there. 

Kei gently massaged his package as recalled the day's heroics. Even with his with one of his large hands, there was still plenty of room on his shaft. You feel a pang of jealousy. That should have been you exploring Trent’s hefty cock. Kei spied you staring.

You know what’s better than staring? Touching.

Kei reaches out and takes your hand, its small stature engulfed in Kei’s calloused mitt. He slowly brings it up to one of his broad pecs. The heat radiating off his swollen chest is intense. As your hand makes contact with his sweaty skin, you feel the firm muscle underneath. You stand motionless for a moment, feeling the strong beat of Kei’s heart. Then, without warning, the firm muscle contracts beneath your fingertips growing rock hard. You look up to see Kei smiling down at you cockily as he flexes his pecs.

You know what? I really like this body. Like REALLY like this body. I can’t imagine going back to being a nerdy Asian runt. And I don’t think I have to. Trent said the spell would end when I took the test for him. 

You panic. Kei has to go back. What about his life? His parents? Your best friend? Seeing the wheels turning in your head, Kei lets forth a hearty chuckle, a cheeky smirk painted on his face.

Don’t panic dude. The test finished an hour ago. There’s no going back now.

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Like a Fucking Nerd

Damn! I am over 180 pounds of pure muscle, all thanks to possessing my sexy neighbor's body, and somehow - some fucking how - my near-sighted ass managed to follow me in this new body. I guess the potion has its limits. I look like a fucking nerd with these glasses, and the video game tattoo ain't helping. People would see me as a nerd — a sexy fucking nerd.

First and foremost, I want to say these pecs are fucking juicy. They are so firm and bouncy; I could just play with their sensitive little nipples all day. And this ass… holy hell! I've never seen a dump truck so plump. See how they bounce when I squeeze them. My asshole's still sore, though. It wouldn't sting this much if this guy didn't wake up and fight against my possession. I had to push my entire ectoplasmic weight to move inside him. He begged like a pussy while he was at it.

"What is this?" I said, imitating his pleas from before. "Fuck. It's going inside me. Help! AHHHHH!!!" Like, be serious, man. If you see the ghost of your nerdy neighbor possessing your body, just let it go.

Still… I look like a fucking nerd. I hope it doesn't decrease my chances of finding a guy willing to get fucked with my new rod.

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