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I’m not looking forward to Christmas, my family isn’t accepting of me being gay and always comment on how small I am. Could you make me a big confident gay muscle man so I can feel more confident around them?

It was just a wish. A fantasy. But when you woke up the next day, everything started to spiral.

The first sign that something was wrong was Harry, your stepdad’s arrogant, jock son, standing in the kitchen with your phone in hand. He’d always been a bully—tall, ripped, and undeniably hot, though he never liked you. The fact that he was standing there with a smug grin meant one thing: he’d seen your blog post.

“Didn’t take you for the type to go begging on the internet for help,” Harry sneered, waving your phone in the air. “So, you wanna be me? Big and jacked, confident… and gay?” He chuckled, the teasing edge in his voice unmistakable. “Pretty fucking pathetic, don’t you think?”

Your face flushed with embarrassment. You reached for your phone, but he pulled it back, his grin widening.

“Oh no, I think we should talk about this,” he said, stepping closer, his towering figure making you feel even smaller. “You wish you could be like me, huh? Big, confident, hot. I bet you think about it all the time.”

You tried to stammer out a response, but your words failed. Harry leaned in, his breath hot on your face. “I’ll even help you out. I wish you could be me, with this jock bod.” He flexed, his bicep swelling under his shirt. “Bet you’d love to get a taste, huh?”

He laughed, clearly enjoying the torment. “I bet you want to be in my body, to feel what it’s like to have people want you, to get all the attention. And let’s be real—you’d probably love to do some pretty dirty dominant shit in it too, I've seen your Tumblr.”

Before you could stop him, Harry added one final jab, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Hell, I’ll even throw in being gay. Wouldn't wanna change things too much, right?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, you both froze. A strange, electric tension filled the room, the air thick with something unexplainable. Harry’s cocky smirk faltered, and for the first time, he looked confused.

A dizzying sensation washed over you, and when you opened your eyes, you were looking down at… yourself. You blinked, flexing your hands, feeling the powerful muscles ripple beneath your skin.

“No fucking way…” you muttered, your voice deeper, stronger. You looked down at your new body—Harry’s body—broad, muscled, confident. You ran your hands over your chest, feeling the hard ridges of your abs, the weight of your cock already hardening in your joggers.

Across from you, Harry—now in your old body—stared at you in shock, his eyes wide with disbelief. “What the fuck did you do?!” he screamed, but it was strange hearing his voice—your old voice—coming from him.

You grinned, flexing your bicep, enjoying the way your new muscles bulged under your skin. “Looks like you got your wish, Harry,” you said, your voice a low rumble. “I’m you now. Big, confident… and gay.”

Harry’s face paled, his eyes darting down to your—his—small frame. “No. This is insane. Change us back!”

But you just laughed, feeling the power surging through you. “Why would I do that? You’re the one who made the wish, remember?”

You stepped closer, towering over him, your new height making you feel unstoppable. The flood of testosterone coursing through you was intoxicating—every inch of you felt strong, powerful, horny. You reached down, grabbing your cock, the thick, hard length throbbing tight inside your jeans. It felt massive, alive with need.

“You’ve been acting like you’re better than me for years, Harry,” you said, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “But now I’m the one with the body everyone wants. And you? You’re stuck being the little faggy bitch.”

Harry took a step back, his eyes filled with fear. “You can’t do this. I didn’t mean it!”

“Oh, but you did,” you said, stepping closer, your muscles flexing with every movement. You could feel the heat building in your crotch, your balls tight and heavy, filled with cum. “And now you’re going to see what it’s like to be at the bottom for once.”

He shook his head, his lips trembling. “Please… don’t…”

You smirked, reaching down and pulling out your cock. The thick, veiny shaft sprung free, and you couldn’t help but groan at the sight of it—big, hard, dripping with precum. “I’ll tell you what,” you said, your voice low and commanding. “You stay quiet, and maybe I’ll let you suck me off in this new jock body. How’s that sound?”

Harry’s eyes flickered, his breath hitching. “No way…”

But you could see it in his eyes—the fear, the confusion… and the desire. “Come on, Harry. You’ve always been a little bitch deep down, haven’t you, and in that body we both know you want nothing more than to worship me and this cock?” you taunted, stepping closer until your cock was inches from his. “Go on. Suck it.”

He hesitated, his eyes locked on your throbbing cock, but you knew he couldn’t resist. Slowly, trembling, he sank to his knees, his breath coming in short, desperate bursts.

“That’s it,” you murmured, running your fingers through your—his—hair. “Be a good boy for me.”

You grip the back of Harry’s head, forcing him down onto your cock. His lips stretch around your thick shaft, his eyes wide and watering as you push deeper, the heat of his mouth sending jolts of pleasure through you. You flex your free arm, watching the muscles bulge, every inch of your body alive with sensation. The strength, the power—it’s intoxicating.

“Take it all, you little bitch,” you growl, feeling the slick, wet heat of his tongue against you. The pressure builds, your cock throbbing, the head hypersensitive, and you shove him down harder, his nose pressed against your pubes. The smell hits you—a heady mix of sweat, stale alcohol, and cheap deodorant. It’s overwhelming, pure musk, thick and heavy. You can almost taste it: the salty, sour scent of a jock who spent the night partying, dancing, and never bothered to shower, just spraying cologne to mask the rank odor.

“Fuck, I stink,” you mutter, inhaling deeply, the pungent scent filling your lungs. It turns you on even more, the raw, animalistic smell of unwashed skin and sweat. Your balls tighten, the heavy, aching weight of them pulling at your core, and you know you’re close.

You glance down, seeing Harry’s eyes flutter as his own body responds. His small, uncut cock twitches. You grip his head harder, your fingers digging into his scalp, and thrust deep, feeling his throat spasm around you.

“Gonna cum,” you groan, the heat pooling in your groin, the pleasure building, overwhelming. You flex harder, feeling your bicep swell, every muscle tight and quivering with energy. You take another deep breath, the smell of your musk hitting you again, raw and powerful, and it pushes you over the edge.

You slam his head down, your cock buried deep as you explode, thick ropes of cum shooting down his throat. The release is intense, every muscle in your body seizing, your cock throbbing, spurting again and again. You feel Harry jerk, a pathetic whimper escaping him as his own cock twitches, a small, pitiful stream of cum dribbling from the tip wetting his trousers.

“Fuck, look at you,” you sneer, watching him shudder with his weak, humiliating orgasm. You pull back, your cock slick and dripping, still throbbing with the aftershocks. Harry’s face is flushed, his lips swollen, cum smeared across his chin.

“Can’t even handle it,” you murmur, flexing again, the power of your body sending another thrill through you. The scent of your own sweat and cum fills your nostrils, mingling with the sour, unwashed musk that clings to your skin. It’s heady, potent, the smell of a body that’s been used, pushed to its limits, and it makes your cock twitch again, your body still buzzing with the afterglow.

He looked up at you, his eyes wide and filled with humiliation.

You smirked, flexing your new, powerful muscles. “I’m gonna enjoy this body,” you said. “And if you stay quiet, maybe I’ll let you enjoy it too.”

You turned, feeling the strength in every muscle, every step filled with confidence. You were in control now, and there was nothing he could do to stop you.

Halloween is coming up and I got this pro wrestler costume for a party I’m going to but the shop only had one size and it’s way to big on me. You think you could help me fit into it better?

This costume was supposed to make me look tough. Instead, it just feels like a joke. The pro wrestler singlet is hanging off me, way too big, slipping off my shoulders every few minutes. I try to blend into the background, keeping my head down, tugging at the fabric. I wanted to feel like someone else for the night, but right now? I feel like I’m drowning in this stupid thing.

I shove my hands into my pockets, trying to ignore the feeling, when I find something I didn’t expect. Pulling it out, I see a small packet of Love Hearts. What the hell? I didn’t pick these up. Maybe they were part of some party favor?

I unwrap the packet and glance at the first candy. I laugh under my breath. Well, I could use a boost right now.

I pop the candy into my mouth and chew. The sweetness dissolves on my tongue... and suddenly, there’s a warmth spreading through my body.

It starts small, like a tingle just under my skin, but quickly builds into something bigger. My heart starts racing. There’s this strange, tightening sensation in my chest. It feels like my skin is stretching—no, my muscles are stretching. My whole torso is pulling tighter, broader.

I glance down, and my breath catches in my throat.

My chest is expanding, slowly pushing out against the loose fabric. Muscles I’ve never had before are swelling up, round and firm. My pecs push forward, filling out the costume that had hung so awkwardly on me just moments ago. My arms... holy shit, they’re growing thicker. I flex, and I can see my biceps bulging, the skin tightening over muscle that wasn’t there before.

I can feel it happening. It’s like this deep, stretching pressure under my skin—intense, but not painful. It’s almost... good. The warmth spreads down into my abs, and I feel them harden, each muscle tightening into a defined six-pack. I touch them, and they’re solid, more real than I ever thought possible.

The sensation is addictive. The tighter my muscles stretch, the more powerful I feel. Every second, my body is growing, filling with strength. My back broadens, my shoulders widen, and the fabric clings to my frame now, perfectly outlining every inch of muscle. I’ve never felt this... solid before. It’s overwhelming.

I flex my arm again, feeling the weight of it, the sheer power behind it. I look down, and I can barely recognize myself. I’m huge.

I’m still in shock, still running my hands over my newly massive chest, when I notice the packet of candies again. Without even thinking, I reach for the next one.

I laugh to myself. What could this one do? I’m already feeling incredible. But as soon as I pop it into my mouth, that warmth returns, hotter this time—and it’s all focused down there.

The feeling hits me hard, a sudden pressure building in my crotch. My cock twitches, like it’s waking up, but then... it starts growing.

I groan softly, feeling this incredible tension between my legs. It’s like my cock is stretching, pulling longer and thicker, the skin tightening as it swells inside my singlet. I look down, and my eyes widen—fuck. My bulge is growing bigger, fuller, pushing against the fabric. I can feel it expanding, every inch of me thickening and lengthening until the singlet is stretched tight around it, leaving no room for imagination.

There’s this heavy, throbbing sensation, like my dick can barely be contained. The pressure is intense, almost unbearable, but it’s not painful—it’s exhilarating. The more I grow, the more I want it. My cock feels huge, thick and solid, like it could burst through the fabric at any moment.

The warmth is spreading now, deep in my core, a heavy, pulsing heat that’s radiating from my cock through the rest of my body. It feels so... good. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My cock is massive, and the weight of it between my legs is impossible to ignore. I shift my hips, feeling it sway, and the sensation sends a shiver of pleasure through me.

People are definitely staring now, but instead of feeling embarrassed, I feel proud. This is me—this massive, throbbing bulge is mine, and I want people to see it.

I glance around, and sure enough, eyes are glued to me. Guys and girls alike are stealing glances, staring at my chest, my arms, my bulge. I can see the curiosity, the lust, written all over their faces.

And something inside me shifts.

I want more.

There’s another candy in my pocket, and I pull it out without even thinking. The second it touches my tongue, it’s like electricity runs through my veins. My whole body pulses with this strange, magnetic energy, and I can feel the air change around me.

Eyes lock on me, everyone turning to stare now. It’s like they can’t help themselves. The room feels different, charged, and the pull toward me is undeniable. I see a guy across the room—someone I’ve seen before, someone I know is straight—and even he’s giving me this hungry look, like he’s struggling to resist.

It’s like I’ve become a living, breathing magnet for desire. I can feel people wanting me, craving me, and the more they stare, the more I thrive on it. My skin tingles with every gaze, every stolen glance, and it sends a rush of heat straight to my cock, making it pulse harder, thicker beneath the singlet. My body is radiating sex, and I know it.

And the best part? They know it too.

I flex, just slightly, and watch as the guy across the room shifts uncomfortably, his eyes darting down to my massive bulge before he quickly looks away. I grin. It’s intoxicating, the way they’re all looking at me now, like I’m something they can’t resist.

My heart is pounding, my cock throbbing, and I feel invincible. There’s only one candy left in the pack, and I don’t even hesitate.

The change is immediate. My entire demeanor shifts, like I’ve shed the last layer of who I used to be. I’m not just big—I’m fucking dominant. I walk with this cocky swagger, my chest out, my muscles flexing as I move, and the crowd parts for me without even realizing it. I’m in control now.

My voice feels deeper, stronger, more commanding as I speak. “What’s up?” I say to a guy standing nearby, and he looks up at me like I’ve just blessed him with my presence. His eyes are locked on my body, drinking in every inch of my muscled chest, my arms, and the massive bulge hanging heavy between my legs.

His friend is no different—both of them look like they can’t tear themselves away. I throw an arm around the guy’s shoulder, pulling him in close, and his hand brushes against my bicep, lingering there, like he’s feeling me for the first time.

I can see it in their eyes—the way they both want me now. And it’s not just them. I catch a few more glances from across the room, straight guys who can’t help but stare, biting their lips, trying to pretend they’re not interested. But they are. I can feel it.

And I love it.

Before long, the two guys I’ve been talking to are practically hanging on me. One of them keeps touching my chest, his fingers tracing the outline of my pecs, while the other keeps sneaking glances at the obscene bulge straining against my singlet. They’re both hooked, and I know it.

“Let’s get out of here,” I say, voice low and commanding. They don’t even hesitate. They nod, eager, and we make our way outside.

Even as we leave, I can feel more eyes on me, more people staring, wanting me. The guy from earlier, the one who’s definitely straight? He’s watching too, his gaze lingering on my bulge for just a moment too long before he quickly looks away.

I chuckle under my breath. He won’t be able to resist next time.

As we walk down the street, I feel invincible. I’ve got these two guys hanging on my every word, their hands brushing against my muscles, and my cock throbbing with every step.

This is who I am now

Aniversario

Una soleada tarde de primavera, una leve brisa entraba por las ventanas abiertas del apartamento de Michael. El hombre yacía boca arriba sobre su cama destendida, con nada más que un suspensorio puesto. El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor, resultado de su rutina de ejercicio matinal y el calor de la tarde. La luz de la habitación hacía los músculos de Michael resaltar aún más.

La habitación estaba bastante ordenada, a excepción de un poco de ropa sucia desperdigada por el suelo. El aroma masculino de Michael era perceptible en toda la habitación. Era el resultado de la mezcla de colonia, desodorante y sudor. A la mayoría le hubiera parecido un olor demasiado intenso, a algunos incluso repugnante, pero a Ernesto le encantaba ese olor. Lo único que Ernesto amaba más que el olor de Michael, era usar el cuerpo de Michael.

En la habitación contigua al cuarto, Ernesto se daba un baño refrescante. Por más que amara utilizar a Michael, el calor del ambiente hacía sofocante estar dentro de él por mucho tiempo. Para poder regular su temperatura, Ernesto tenía que salir un par de veces al día del interior de su anfitrión para darse un respiro. El agua tibia resbalaba por su rostro redondo y de barba desaliñada, hasta llegar a su abdomen globoso, y luego a sus piernas regordetas. La luz del sol que entraba al baño hacía relucir la pálida piel de Ernesto, haciéndole ver algo fantasmal.

Ernesto cerró la regadera y secó rápidamente su piel con la toalla de Michael. Michael estaba comenzando a despertar. Estaba desorientado, su memoria era muy nubosa. Lo último que recordaba era estar en una fiesta y tomar un par de cervezas, pero ahora estaba en su apartamento. Aunque, a decir verdad, de no ser por los muebles que reconocía a la perfección, no habría sabido en donde estaba. Todo el lugar estaba organizado de una manera diferente. Desde su closet, que ahora estaba empotrado al muro, hasta su cama, que antes estaba junto a la pared. Pero ahora estaba justo en el centro de la habitación, debajo de una extraña estructura de metal que seguramente serviría para sostener algo.

Aun tratando de entender el cambio en la habitación, Michael notó un cambio aún más importante. Recordaba perfectamente haberse afeitado el día anterior. A las chicas siempre les gustaba más su rostro limpio y cuerpo liso. Pero de alguna manera, todo su cuerpo se había cubierto de vello de la noche a la mañana. Había pelo por todos lados, incluso en sus axilas y entrepierna. Siempre había odiado tener un cuerpo tan peludo. Ahora tendría que salir a comprar crema para afeitar y varios rastrillos para poder eliminar todo el desastre que había sobre su piel.

Michael comenzó a frotar su cuerpo, notando aún más cambios. Su cuerpo parecía un poco más grande de lo que recordaba. Sus pectorales se habían vuelto más voluminosos. Sus piernas se notaban un poco más gruesas. Las venas de sus brazos eran más visibles de lo que recordaba. Era el avance de meses de ejercicio, pero de alguna manera lo había logrado de un día para otro. Como cereza del pastel, Michael vio dos enormes tatuajes, cada uno en un brazo diferente. El nunca marcaría su piel de manera permanente. Por alguna razón, los tatuajes no se veían recién hechos, por el contrario, cualquiera diría que les hacía falta un retoque.

Michael se bajaba de la cama cuando escuchó el ruido de la puerta del baño al abrirse. “Seguramente mi nena de ayer sigue aquí. Ya que no recuerdo nada de anoche, creo que una ronda matutina no estaría mal”, pensó Michael, emocionándose un poco. Su pene había comenzado a llenarse de sangre. El hombre abrió sus ojos como dos platos cuando del baño no salió una chica joven y sexy, sino una bola de grasa desnuda, bajita y muy blanca, parada despreocupadamente frente a él.

"Veo que estás despierto”, Dijo Ernesto en voz alta. “Bueno, disfrútalo. No volverá a ocurrir en mucho tiempo". Antes de que Michael pudiera reaccionar, Ernesto se lanzó contra él y lo tacleo, haciéndolo caer de nuevo a la cama. Michael trató de luchar, pero aún en su condición física, Ernesto era mucho más fuerte y ágil. Ernesto se levantó y tomó las piernas de Michael con sus manos. En un solo movimiento, el cuerpo musculoso de Michael quedó boca abajo. Las redondas y peludas nalgas de Michael estaban apuntando al techo, totalmente expuestas ante el pervertido hombre detrás de él.

“Esta pelea ha hecho que me emocione”, Dijo Ernesto mientras acariciaba su creciente miembro con una mano. Ernesto jaló a Michael al borde de la cama y se lanzó sobre su ancha espalda, usando su barriga para aprisionarlo contra el colchón. Aún contra tanto músculo, Ernesto no tuvo problemas para someter a Michael gracias a su peso. Ernesto alineó su pene ya erecto con el ano sudoroso de Michael, e inmediatamente comenzó a presionar hacia adentro. El agujero de Michael solo había sido utilizado por Ernesto, aún si el primero no lo sabía. Para Ernesto fue muy fácil abrirse paso por la estrecha entrada, introduciendo todo su miembro de un solo golpe.

Un gemido de dolor y placer se escapó de los labios de Michael. Ernesto movió sus caderas de adelante hacía atrás. Su pene por debajo del promedio casi se sale del ano de Michael en más de una ocasión. Michael se sentía asfixiado por el peso de Ernesto sobre él. Ernesto lograba tocar el punto G de Michael en algunos momentos, y de vez en cuando un leve gemido salía de los labios de Michael. Antes de que Michael siquiera se diera cuenta, las piernas de Ernesto ya se habían fusionado con las suyas. Solo las tonificadas y peludas piernas de Michael quedaron apoyadas en el piso a un lado de la cama.

Ernesto siguió empujando su cadera, y de un momento a otro, su pelvis se perdió en la de Michael. Ahora la cadera que se movía era la de Michael, y el placer que sentía se había incrementado exponencialmente. Su verga, hasta ahora flácida, había comenzado a levantarse dentro del suspensorio, y liberaba hilos de líquido preseminal en la tela. Michael ya no controlaba la mitad inferior de su cuerpo, pero podía sentir cada movimiento que esta hacía bajo el mando de Ernesto. En lo más profundo de su mente, una débil y familiar voz comenzó a resonar, le decía que este era su papel en el mundo, y que no le quedaba más que disfrutarlo.

El roce de las suaves sábanas de la cama estimulaba a Ernesto y Michael por igual. Ernesto bufó como toro al sentir la potencia del poderoso miembro que ahora controlaba. El pene de Michael era lindo, a Ernesto le gustaba verlo desde afuera, pero le encantaba poder sentir placer con él. A la vez que los bufidos de Ernesto se hacían más intensos, los gemidos de Michael también aumentaban en volumen y frecuencia. La cabeza de Michael era un desastre. Los instintos más básicos de su mente le decían que debía liberarse y correr. Al mismo tiempo la voz se hacía más y más intensa. La voz le repetía a Michael una y otra vez que debía dejarse llevar por el placer, que era su deber entregarse totalmente al desconocido.

Con un solo movimiento, Ernesto fusionó su gran vientre con el firme torso de Michael. La gran barriga de Ernesto se hundió dentro de Michael como si nunca hubiese existido. Ernesto empujó un poco más y logró dejarse caer completamente sobre los anchos hombros de Michael, y al hacerlo, también logró controlar sus brazos y sus manos en un solo movimiento. Ernesto usó los grandes y fuertes brazos de Michael para levantarse de la cama. Ahora el cuerpo de Michael tenía dos cabezas, por un lado estaba su cabeza original, y del otro estaba la del ladrón de cuerpos. Michael podía ver y sentir cómo su cuerpo se movía bajo la voluntad de Ernesto.

Ernesto caminó usando sus nuevas piernas gruesas para dirigirse hasta el espejo de cuerpo completo que tenía en el cuarto. Se paró frente a él y admiró su adquisición. Sin duda Michael había sido la mejor opción de todas las que tenía disponibles. Casi todas las partes del viril cuerpo de Michael estaban bajo el control de Ernesto, quien comenzó a flexionar sus brazos y a apretar sus pectorales peludos, enmarcando aún más la masa magra que ahora poseía.

La cabeza de Michael estaba inmóvil, pero con los ojos bien clavados en su reflejo. De vez en cuando, un gemido de placer salía de su garganta. En el interior, la conciencia de Michael no podía concentrarse en otra cosa que no fuera la voz. Era su propia voz hablándole en el interior. Decía que estaba siendo un buen contenedor para el amo. Decía que su deber era servir a su maestro sin importar qué. Decía que su cuerpo ahora era única y exclusivamente propiedad de su maestro. Michael ya no luchó más. Solo podía pensar en complacer a su raptor.

"Gracias por darme este gran cuerpo. Hoy es un día especial, así que te dejaré estar consciente. Así podrás ver cómo me hago cargo de él jeje", las bocas de Ernesto y Michael dijeron al unísono. Ernesto bajó las manos de Michael por todo su cuerpo. Una vez en sus caderas, tomó el elástico del suspensorio y lo dejó caer hasta sus tobillos. Con toda su gloria masculina al descubierto, Ernesto comenzó a masturbar su verga, que estaba tan firme como un mástil. Ambas cabezas comienzan a gemir y bufar a la vez. La mente de Michael aún era semi independiente, pero el resto de su cuerpo ya había sucumbido al control del ladrón.

“Hora del gran final", dicen Ernesto y Michael a la vez. Aún frente al espejo, Ernesto continuó masturbándose, usando su verga robada. El sudor salía de cada poro de la piel de Michael, y escurría por todas partes, funcionando como lubricante. Después de un par de frotamientos más, Ernesto pudo sentir que estaba a punto de correrse, y antes de soltar su carga, empujó su cabeza contra la de Michael, tomando el control total al mismo tiempo que dejaba su leche caliente y espesa por todo el espejo. Ernesto se dejó caer de rodillas y usó la lengua de Michael para limpiar hasta la última gota de semen del espejo. "Delicioso", dijo en voz alta para sí mismo.

El cuerpo de Michael estaba bañado en sudor. Ernesto se levantó del piso, tomó la toalla que había usado para secarse previamente y se quitó el exceso de sudor de la piel. Rápidamente se vistió con un conjunto que tenía preseleccionado. Este era el comienzo de un gran día, un día de celebración. Después de todo, justo hace un año, Ernesto había dejado su trabajo como conserje y había robado el cuerpo y la vida del adinerado Michael, el DILF del edificio en el que trabajaba. Casi nadie notó la ausencia del conserje latino del edificio, y a los pocos días contrataron uno nuevo. Ernesto ya no tenía que preocuparse nunca por el dinero o tener un trabajo que involucrara esfuerzo físico. Sin duda, robar el cuerpo y vida de Michael fue la mejor idea que pudo haber tenido.

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