Monkey Business: Part 1 Of 3

Monkey Business: Part 1 of 3

(Hello! Before you start reading I would like to shout out @outkast1728 here on tumblr. He has recommend and inspired me to write this series. This whole animalistic transformation is out of my writing comfort zone but hopefully I don’t disappoint)

I fuckin love myself! Ever since I changed, this is all I can fuckin think about, Bros. My strong arms and furry muscled bod, it’s such a fuckin change from my sad ass past life. And, I have to tell you all a fuckin about it. After all, with being this perfect, it would be an injustice to hide myself from the fuckin world.

Damn, I guess I’ll start from the beginning, Bros. The night I came into fuckin existence. I was Lewis. And he was a pathetically sad human being. From a young ass age he was totally alone, with no family. He had to fend for his fuckin self, living mostly on scraps. This is why he made it his damn goal to have a successful career and find love. By the age 24, he busted his ass into a successful career, but he still had fuckin problems. His harsh youth had stunted him, he didn’t have the love or resources for his bod to gain the nourishment it needed to receive the full effects of puberty. He was short and his muscle structure weak. His pathetic bod would never fully be able to build muscle, no matter how fuckin hard he tried. The one thing he did have was a fast metabolism, which would have left him stick thin if it wasn’t for his shit, I need to eat anything to survive, diet.

That night, Lewis came home fuckin defeated. His asshole of a date, from work, stood him up. – Damn just remembering all this, I feel sorry for this kid – He hated himself and his life.  He felt like shit, like he could never be loved. The one thing he did love was scrolling through the net looking at pictures of hot dudes. Imagining what it would be like to live their fuckin lives. He was in the middle of reading one of his swap stories, when a message alert popped on his screen.

“What if I told you that body swap stories are real?” The anonymous user posted. At this point Lewis didn’t know his fuckin life was going to change forever.  

Being in a lustful state from all the hot pictures he browsed, Lewis decided to play along, something he wouldn’t normally do. “I would absolutely love it.” Damn Lewis sounded like such a pussy.

“Will you let me change you into anything of my choice?”  The poster typed back instantly.

Believing it was role-play; Lewis excited to see what this user would turn into. “Yes … along as I’m hot” Hahaha ... was such a fuckin beta.

All of a fuckin sudden the screen turned into a fucking hypnotic spiral and started to suck the consciousness out of Lewis. Words started to flash on the screen. You no longer exist, you are my blank slate. You will be what I want you to be. That is when I was born. I had Lewis’ memories, but they weren’t mine. I didn’t know who I was or how to think. In the fuckin confusion, I was drawn to a vocal countdown coming from my computer. 5…4…3 it was a dude’s voice … 2 … 1. Wake Up! “How do you feel?” The voice said.

“I feel good … but I’m confused.” I respond still corrupted by Lewis’ pussy ass personality.

“Don’t worry we are not done yet, I wanted you to be awake to feel this experience.” He said before he continued to talk. “You like monkeys don’t you?”

A wave of thought pulsed through my mind, “Yeah they are my favorite animals.” I answered.“Interesting. I wonder if it’s because you look like one.” As he said that, a strange sensation filled my bod. It was like thousands of pins where beginning to stab their fuckin way out.” I looked as hair started to cover my once hairless bod, what fat I had melted away. While the hair fuckin grew and expanded its way through my bod, the voice spoke again “Wait aren’t you part monkey.” Pressure started to build at the base of my spine. The hair grew and became more fuckin fur-like; the only truly hairless parts of my bod were the base of my feet, palms of my hands, and upper part of my face. Fuck! The pleasure was unbelievable. My bod’s features becoming a mixture of human and monkey; I realized something behind me moved. It quickly wrapped around my arms and squeezed my weak ass bicep, making me jump. Then it quickly jumped off and the wrapped around my now flat ass stomach. I looked down to see this thick long hairy monkey tail. In just seconds, I gained control of it, making it rub against my bod. “You look sexy” the voice says. “It must be hard to control that monkey energy. That need to be the alpha, you must love showing your body off.”

My bod started to pulsate. Every pulse increasing my size. Filling my muscles with power. I am fucking hot. I’m perfect. My tails and hands rub my now beefy and muscled body. “Hello Logan, I’m Morphmaster. I chose you to fulfill my plans. But those can wait for now. First go live, and experience your new body.”

The screen goes black. I was left alone with my bod, as pheromones filled the room. The dank ass smell my bod gave off pumped me with energy. It made me fucking restless. I got to move. I got to fuckin work out. My new beefy ass bod needed to be used. I ran to the mirror to look at my bod in all its glory. My hot ass manly face looked back in a mixture of shock and pride. There was no one that could rival me.  

Shit, Bro I gotta fucking stop writing here for now. This is fuckin turning me on. I gotta go to work out and then see which wannabe gym alpha is going to receive my hybrid seed.

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Fat Friend’s Revenge

“So … you’re finally up” I hear as my mind enters back into consciousness

My eyes slowly get into focus as I look around the room. In an instant reality snaps back into my mind as I stare at the stranger in front of me.  And, then panic sets in as my attempts to stand up leads to the realization that I am tied down.  

“What the fuck is going on?” I ask in a hazy confused panic.

He stares at me and laughs. His voice rings through my ears and something about it sounds familiar. It brings my attention to his soft lips. In an instant, images of me kissing him flood my mind. I quickly snap out of it. I’m not gay. But, my attention drifts to his sweet brown eyes. It couldn’t be…

He finally answers “What you don’t recognize me? Well I did lose some weight recently” He continues to laugh to himself.

It was my friend. It was Eric. But, it couldn’t be. Just last night we were at the bar. Just last night he was over 300 pounds. Now there is no sign he was ever that fat. In shock all I can think about is how attractive he looks in front of me. I just want to set myself free and ripped those clothes off him and kiss every inch of his body. At this point I was hard, as images of us embracing filled my mind.

“What the hell is going on? What happened to you? Why am I tied up?” I’m finally able to blurt out.

He looks at me coldly “Revenge” he says it in a slightly wicked tone.

His response fills me with fear for what he is planning to do to me. “What the fuck did I do?” I say as anger of the situation starts to set in. But, simultaneously I can feel this anger turning into passion. I want to wrap him in my strong muscular arms. My body urges to connect with him.

“You treated me like trash! You … used … me … like … a …fool.” The power in his voiced scared me, but at the same time it made me want him more. It was strange. It wasn’t a feeling of love. In fact if I was free I would have punched him in the face. No, this feeling was animalistic. I needed to be inside him. “And now the tables have turned.” He begins to smile.

He turns his slim muscular body to the coffee table. And my attention follows. Without his handsome face distracting me, I finally realize we are in my home. My eyesight begins to move along his body. I watch as the muscles in his arms, neck, and face move in a beautiful orchestra.  These surfaces that were once covered in pounds of fat. He turns around and faces me, now holding a box. On the box it reads: FROM MR. MISCHIEF. HAVE FUN. He reaches into the box and pulls out four letters.

“Attraction” He says as he turns the first letter around.  He puts his hand on my lap and electric signals run through my body. Images of intense love making run through my mind.

“What the fuck did you do to me? I say in a tearful panic.

He begins to laugh, as he moves his hands up my body. My body pulsating with pleasure. His hands continue to message ever inch of my sculptured body; sending waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You are only attracted to me now.” His moist hands wipe my face.

“I fucking hate you!” I yell.

“You don’t gotta love me to be attracted to me.” He smiles as he reaches towards me. His hands start undoing the ropes holding me back. Although my body wants to embrace Eric, my mind knows I need to make a run for it. I need to knock Eric out and run. As soon as Eric unties me, I stand up quickly and go to punch him in the face. Before my fist makes contact he says, “Stop! And sit down.” My arm automatically falls to my side. My body becomes heavy and falls back on to the chair I was sitting on.

“What the fuck?” I say as he turns around the next letter: OBEDIENCE.

“Stop talking. It’s my turn to speak.”  My mind races with thoughts and I try to speak them out loud.  But, my lips and throat do not even make an effort to move. “Listen to what I have to say and don’t let your sexual fantasies get in the way.” He flips the third letter: LOVE. And then rips it. “I don’t care that you hate me. In fact I love that you hate me, right now. Being forced to love me won’t teach you the lessons I want you to learn. I loved you. I wanted you. But, I wasn’t your type. You were straight and the sight of my fat ass disgusted you. You used me. You used the love I had for you against me. I would have and did do anything you wanted me to. You were hot, with your muscular body. You were the envy of every man. You liked to show off the god-sculpted body. Standing next to the fat blob I used to be, every girl wanted to get into your pants. And you would leave me there to get your nightly fuck. Everyone staring at me like some kind of fat freak. You knew I liked you. You would call me to do some bullshit thing for you and I came running. I wanted you to love me. But, you were a parasite making me a fool to make yourself feel good, even though you were already perfect”

Shame filled my body. Everything he said was true. I tried to be his friend. I knew he liked me. But, it was so easy to use that against him. He was desperate. I constantly made him the fool and belittled him to boost my own ego. I want to explain … to apologized, but I still couldn’t talk. He flips the fourth letter: WEIGHT TRANSFERENCE. “Now I’m going to turn the tables. It’s your turn to be the fat friend.” You see my fat didn’t just disappear.” He suddenly pulls a nice juicy burger from behind his back. He gives me a small smile.

“Listen to those sexual thoughts again, but this time you’re the bottom.” My thoughts become loud again. I picture his smaller yet toned body, riding my large muscular body. “Eat this. Fast.” I quickly reach out and gulp down the burger. My body starts feeling heavy. Waves of energy pulsate through my body.  “Stay still” Eric says as he removes my clothes. He runs and places a mirror in front of me. My face has become swollen. Fat checks and a double chin have replaced my chiseled face.  I become super focused and panicked as the rest of my body changes in front of me. My muscular pecks grow into two juicy moobs. My powerfully arms and legs get weighed down with globs of fat. My pelvic area begins to grow a fat pad. Drastically shrinking the size of my package. Finally my abs disappears as my gut juts out. Sticking far past my new moobs. It continues to grow; finally stopping at the half point of my newly thicken thighs. I’m left in shock, as tears fill my eyes.

“Let’s see.’ Eric says in amusement. “With the amount of weight I transferred and with your original weight, you should be about 380 pounds.” He chuckles and gives my belly a nice pat. It jiggles and ripples through out my body. I turn to look at him. His fit, toned, skinny body turns me on even more, now that I am covered in fat. “You are going to hate being fat. But, getting fatter and me playing with your fat will give you the most pleasure you have ever experienced.” He looks at me and just smiles, waiting for something.  “Oh … and you can speak now.” He says mockingly.

“I hate you! You ruined me. What the fuck am I going to do now?” I let out between sobs

“Don’t worry I’m not cruel” He laughs as he scoops my tit with his hands. I let out a pleasure-filled gasp. Eric smiles “You’ll be my servant, with some … benefits. Met me in the bedroom in five minutes. I needs to take a load out. You can think of this as a sample of the awards you’ll get for being obedient. Then afterwards we will go to the gay bar. Standing next to a fat ass like you, I’ll look even more attractive to any guy looking to bang the night away. However, you do make a good bear. Too bad you’re going to refuse any offers since you only want me to make you happy.”

I watch as Eric walks into my … probably now his bed room. I hate him.  But there is no use in telling him. I feel gross with my fat folds sitting on top of each other. My confidence is gone. Five minutes past and I struggle to get my fat ass up. I begin walking into the room, as my new fat jiggles. Making me hard. I don’t want to go in, but I need him to relieve this pressure. He is insanely attractive now. The small toned body riding my fat ass. Making body jiggle. And, that new confidence makes him even more irresistible. I don’t like him, but if he already did this to me, then I don’t want to risk him getting mad at me and doing something worse. I want him to be happy. He is my life now. He is perfect. I hope someday he will like me.

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Monkey Business: Part 3 of 3

Fuck! I just realized I haven’t showed you my face. I have been teasing you all these time, with my fucking furry and sexy bod.

We’ll there it is. The fuckin picture of a real man. My bod has gone through a lot of fuckin changes and it all has been for the better. The gym workouts have layered my body with a set of powerful muscles. My new wardrobe, shirtless and in shorts, have caused the sun to tan my skin in a beautiful tint. And, the fur that covers every inch in my bod collect both the sweat and pheromones my body produces; creating an intense musk. And, this musk …plays an important part in why I was created.  

When I came back from my time with Enrique, Morphmaster, was waiting for me online, and he explained everything to me. He is a shifter that has the ability to turn people into hybrids. And, I was chosen through pure dumb luck. I was in the right place at the right time. Being his creation, my purpose in life was to create more of my kind. Infecting people with my seed and musk. Corrupt their genetic code, and make them into monkey men. 

I was left dumbfounded. The human part of me didn’t want to do this. I love Enrique; I didn’t want to fuckin cheat on him. And, I already have fucked multiple men, in the past. None of them have turned. How would I even accomplish this goal?

I spent the next few months ignoring what Morphmaster had said. In this time, my relationship with Enrique had grown. We moved in together. We fuck every day … three times a day. I loved when I would wake up to find Enrique out on the Balcony. His ass out on display in his tight underwear.  His skin glowing in the morning sun. It always got me in the mood for our morning bang. Our muscular bodies uniting. Our strong arms embracing each other. Our hands exploring every inch our bods had to offer. His hairless bod rubbing against my fur. The power of our bods being felt through every movement. Our motions start of slow and filled with love. With each thrust the passion increases, as does the speed. Our bodies going through a rollercoaster ride of sexual passion.

Then something started going wrong. Everything was routine. Don’t get me wrong I love Enrique and my life, but something was missing. I was working out one day, when a guy came up to me. “Fuck! When did we start letting apes in. Disgusting! Why work out, you can’t even see the muscles covered by that body hair.” He spent my work out session insulting me, fueling my workout with anger. He followed me into the locker room and I had enough. I grabbed his head and rubbed it against my chest, instinctually. The musk from my work out affecting his mind. He became high and focused on sex. He stripped ready for me to take him. And, I did. With anger in my eyes, I destroyed his ass. Each thrust giving me a pleasure I never felt before. This experience was not filled with love, like before; my body raged with a different frequency of energy. My seed explode in him, as I start to notice his body changing.  Becoming big and fury.

And this has been my life since then. I love my life with Enrique, but I get a high from fucking and turning assholes into creatures like me. I hope Enrique never finds out, or I might have to change him. He might think I’m cheating, but it’s my nature. Changing him may be the only way to get him to understand why I have to do the things I do. I don’t want to change him, but it might be the only way we can stay together.

(He is the picture from @outkast1728 that helped inspire this series.)

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Buddy Swap (Part 1)

"Dude are you awake?" I heard as my eyes remained close. I could hear my friend moving closer to my bed. But, I turned away from his voice, as waves of nausea rolled throughout my body. The aftermath of the last night's party must have been affecting me. My body felt heavy and tired. -Yup I'm hungover- I said to myself.

"What fuck do want ... just leave me alone." I groaned. I felt pressure on my bed as my friend sat next to me. He placed his hand on my massive stomach and jiggled me awake. Every roll of fat was shaking. "Well it's kind of important." He said sheepishly. -My massive gut!?- Adrenaline rushed through my body, I flipped on my back and opened my eyes. I saw this massive mountain of fat where my abs used to be. Two hills of fat flesh created boobs on my once flat chest. I looked at my friend only to see my body looking back at me.

"WHAT THE FUCK!!" I yelled as I attempted to sit up. My ball gut flinged me back on the bed. My original body quickly got off the bed. I rolled to my side and finally succeeded at hoisting my huge body off the bed. I was standing next to my bed, off balance and with a headache. "Johnny don't freak it's me, Spencer. You are in my body. I can explain everything" My friend said, in my body.

"You fucking better." I threatened as my eyes became watery with fear. He began speaking, but watching my body talking to me is just to fucking weird. "I found this potion that swaps bodies and snuck it in your beer last night. Don't worry it shouldn't be permanent. It will reverse when we both wake up tomorrow."

"What the FUCK! Your not making any sense. Potion? ... What? ... Why?" I tried to get words out, but nothing made sense. I didn't know what to say. Magic is real? I mean I am in my fatass friends body, ... but it's not possible. "I met this girl online. But, I have been using pictures of you. We have so much in common, but she likes active guys." My friend explains.

"You are going on a date in my body?! You better think again!" I said as I walk toward my friend. My friend backed up to my bedroom door and put my bodies hands in the pockets of the jeans, he was wearing. With my bodies seductive smile he said, "Come on it's just one date; I'll probably blow it anyways." Seeing him use my face, I felt enraged and turned on. I tried to run and stop him from leaving, by tackling him down. But, not used to the new weight, I fell to the floor. My friend saw that I was struggling and came back in the room, "well I'm going need a few other things, too." He proceeded to pick out a nice shirt, shoes, my wallet, and keys. "I better get my body back." I yell as my friend leaves. All I heard, in response, was the appartment door open and close.

Buddyswap is an amazing series, you did it so good and that twist was absolutely great! Hope to see more of you soon

Thank you! I'm glad you liked it.

And, I do have more stories planned. I just have to write them lol

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