Hidden Desires

Hidden Desires

Like what you see? Me too. I didn't always look like this though.

My personal trainer of the past few months chatted a bit in between sets. I found out he was gay and it got very deep very quickly. He told me that he was unfulfilled because other the years, he often got everything he wanted due to his looks, but this meant he'd developed a submissive side and craved humiliation.

This opportunity seemed too good to be true, but I decided to go for it. I told him about a spellbook I picked up on my travels, but had never been able to use. I explained how it could swap traits between people. I could see he tried to act casually, but he was definitely interested. I hadn't used it yet because both sides needed to agree and I'd never built up the courage to ask anyone.

And so, that's how I got to drain him of his muscle, tattoos and general physical assets, while dumping my fat and a few years of aging on him. I mean, he stills looks cute - and those months we spent in the gym/my hard work are starting to show for him too.

I nominated myself as his dom and told him to get on Grindr. Previously he'd moaned that so many people wanted to be dominated by him, but this time, I hoped things would be different. He put in 35 (instead of 25), his new heftier weight and "bear". I could see he was hard the whole time. I told him to make it kinky that he was a gainer and he happily did.

He found it both shocking and joyfully humiliating. He wasn't used to be ghosted, nor that those who did reply often had average at-best bodies, but still better than his now.

Before he had time to go on his first fuck date though, I gave him his second task. I told him to pack up all his clothes and shoes and bring them to my place. My feet were 3 sizes bigger, and my clothes didn't really fit properly now either. Besides, the style was all wrong. I didn't want baggy polos, I wanted sportswear to show this body off.

Dutifully, he brought box after box of his stuff. I could hear him lightly panting from the physical activity of moving the boxes. I chuckled and gave him the boxes with my thing in. I laughed at him for being out of breath and I could see him turn a hue of red.

He stuck around while I unpacked. I loved seeing all his stuff. The shoes, visibly well used for sports and with such a nice gentle aroma - my aroma now. The socks, discolored and well worn. And the rest mostly joggers, shorts, and generally all geared to sport. I changed out of my previous things and threw them at him. Fuck, I couldn't belive my luck that he agreed to this!

With my closet now fitting my new persona and filled with sportswear and gym clothes, I was ready to test this body out for myself. I decided to head out for a 10km jog, and damn did it feel good. I'd never really been running before so Blake gave me some pointers and told me what pace to aim for. And he pointed out his running shoes - I didn't realize there was a difference, but apparently so. I ran shirtless around the beach and damn could this body move! It was a breeze and I just loved the glances I was getting. Stopping the timer on Blake's smartwatch, I approached Blake, sitting in the shade with my body glistening in sweat.

I downed some water and told him how amazing it was. He let out a nervous smile and said he was concerned that his body would suffer from my lack of knowledge on how to train it.

I wiped my brow and laughed. "Well, are you ready to forget about how to be a personal trainer and give me all that knowledge? Don't worry, I'll be your personal trainer from now on when you don't have a clue." 😈

Finally together (Part one)

I've been in love with my best friend for as long as I can remember. I've never told him because I know I'm not his type, but we've always had a connection. I thought I'd hidden it pretty well, but it seems he'd known all along. We were both pretty much twinks, but Carl had a thing for daddies so I was immediately out of the running. He'd had a crush on Filip for years and managed to learn a remarkable about him despite only watching him from afar. I told him he was wasting his time with his fantasy since he was 100% straight by all accounts, but that didn't stop him creating fake dating accounts as girls to lure him into chatting and sending pics.

When he told me he'd found a way for him to be with him by putting me in his body, it really caught me off guard. Firstly the suggestion of swapping bodies with someone, and secondly I felt so exposed that he knew my true feelings for him. He'd already set up a fake date with Filip to lure him in and he needed me to decide what I wanted to do. It was an impossible decision to make, choosing between my life, and the love of my life. And becoming at least 15 years older in an instant. But, my impulsiveness got the better of me and I said yes!

Thrilled that I agreed to the plan, Carl handed me a vial and told me to swallow it all. He messaged Filip and said 'she' was running late and that 'she' had asked the barman to bring him a drink while he waited. After about 10 minutes, I started to feel really spaced out. The world seemed to slow down and it was hard to keep my eyes open. My blinking got progressively slower and longer, until eventually I closed my eyes for about five seconds. Feeling like I was about to fall asleep, I forced myself awake again, only to notice that I was now in a bar! I looked down at a whiskey glass filled with melting ice and noticed I was wearing a leather jacket too. It must have worked! I got up, settled the tab and went to find my new car. I unlocked it and got in before sending a pic to Carl to show him my new self.

He was over the moon and I told him I'd drive immediately to his apartment. When I got there it was a surprise to look down at him. He seemed so small now but still as cute as ever. And I loved how he looked at me now. He really was in love with this body, and now with me inside, it was the perfect combination.

Making the relationship work (Part 2)

The following morning, the awkward couple arose and made their way to their counselling session. Their rather direct counsellor opened the door to his consultation room and invited them to sit down.

"So," the counsellor began, "How was it having sex as each other?" Both men looked sheepish and dare not say that they hadn't had sex since the swap. Neither felt it was the right thing to do. "Oh, I see. Hmmmm, this won't do at all. Looks like we'll have to try another therapy."

Seb, the now gentle giant awkwardly who had the feeling of being back in detention, uttered "But, can't we just switch back already?"

The counsellor scoffed before replying "Well, if that's your wish, I suppose we can, but I have never failed my clients and I am not about to let that streak end here. But, if that's what you want, sure, we can head back to the tanks... but would you mind if we try one last thing? If it does not work, I promise you can swap back this evening." The couple looked at each other, and discussed as they did with all decisions, and knowing their had paid a lot for this retreat, they decided to go with the suggestion and hear the counsellor out.

The counsellor led them back to the same tanks from the previous day. Each man lay down in their respective tank and waited for the lid to close. Once again, all stimuli were cut off and they were just left floating in nothingness.

Slowly, Seb began hearing a deep voice. It must have been through a speaker in the tank, but in the absence of all other sounds and sensory cue, it bore deeply into his mind, as if it were coming from inside his mind. Though drifting in and out of consciousness, he did pick up some items "You are an alpha... you are a real man... you are superior...you were born to lead... it is your birth right... you wish to grow bigger... other men are born to serve you... they are born to follow rules... rules do not apply to you... you set the rules for others... you deserve to be worshipped... you love to fuck... you love to fuck lesser men.... that is their purpose in life... they are born to serve you..."

After an unknown period of time, the lid opened and Seb was awoken from his strange dream. The counsellor was waiting there for him. "So, how do you feel now?"

Seb looked down at his huge boyfriend's body and somehow felt much more normal. It even made him hard as he watched his forearms tense to his movements. "Actually, a lot calmer somehow..." Seb was too preoccupied to notice the grin appear on the counsellor face as he saw Seb standing taller and prouder than previously, his shoulder unfurled and dominant. The counsellor told Seb that Gary would need a little longer, so it might be an idea for Seb to go to workout, as the process can be supported through exercise. He agreed and went to get changed for the gym.

Meanwhile, Gary was having a similar experience. A woman's voice spoke softly to him. "You are submissive... you were born to serve other men...real men... you want to please them... this is your life's purpose...your pleasure derives from their pleasure... you wish to please them to be rewarded with their cock... you yearn for cock inside you...this is your true place in life...without a man and his rules, you are lost... you crave the structure he provides to make you whole..."

Some time later, the lid was opened and Gary stood up. "Where's Seb?" he asked, like a lost child, looking around with mild panic. The counsellor explained that he had gone to the gym to support the therapy. Gary also wanted to go, but the counsellor suggested he should relax - too much strenuous activity would be bad for him. He recommended he wait for Seb by the pool...

And so, Gary went to get changed for the pool. At first he put on some shorts, but reflected and thought Seb might prefer he wear some trunks. Gary checked himself out in the mirror and tried a few poses. Now he could see why Seb was normally trying to lose some body fat. Normally Gary was obsessed with getting bigger, but right now, he could see how dropping a little fat here and there would look so hot.

Gary headed to the pool and got comfortable, but he got quickly bored and decided to send Seb a cute selfie. Why was he feeling nervous?

Seb opened the message and replied:

"Ooooo, looking hot boy

"*babe

"I'm just finishing up at the gym. Be there soon."

Seb was having one of the best workouts of his life. He felt so strong and confident, invincible even. Gary meanwhile, found the pic of his former self so hot and masculine. Seb was really looking the part. And Gary's smaller cock twitched at the point of being called 'boy'.

Eventually, Seb came and found Gary by the pool. They acted and spoke like any other loving couple; a kiss on meeting, asking how the other was doing - a normal catch up on what was anything but a normal day.

Then Seb quickly turned the conversation in a different direction. "So anyway, I'm fucking horny after that workout so I've decided we need to have sex like this. Now."

Gary, taken aback by the switch of topics, but not at all against the idea - he was also keen to get fucked for some reason - took a moment to process the information. "What?"

Seb stood up and responded "Don't argue. Let's go back to the room." Seb walked to the room, without glancing back to see if Gary was following. He went into the room, stripped and lay on the bed, waiting to be serviced. Gary was all too happy to strip off and began sucking his former cock with great pleasure. To both of them it all just felt right. Gary requested permission to ride Seb, which he quickly granted, before Seb unloaded into his former ass. Gary, with so much pent up horniess, came without even jacking his cock. Both were beginning to understand each other, though in a slightly new, kinkier way.

*** 3 months later ***

Looking back, their retreat holiday really did fix up their relationship. The evening after they fucked each other's bodies, Seb, without asking Gary, told the counsellor that they wouldn't need to swap back just yet and that they were following his advise to understand each other better.

Seb remained non-committal about swapping back and 3 months later, they still haven't. For the trip home, they needed to swap names and passports, and since then, they haven't defaulted back either. The new Seb remembered how uncomfortable the economy seat was for his bigger frame on the outborund journez, so spent all his miles to update the new Gary to Business. He found the idea remarkably hot that Gary was upfront enjoying the perks of Business, while he was cramped in the back. But it just felt right.

Now back at home, Gary expects Seb to look after the house and look sexy at all time - which generally means no clothes for easy accessibilitz. And well, his shaven boy is just to his liking:

Gary, meanwhile, rarely needs to lift a finger for anything. He can just focus on getting bigger and ruling the roost among smaller, inferior men. He takes great pleasure in reminding Seb how he used to be big, but failed, and how his rightful place is being the sub in the relationship. This turned into a kink for both of them. Seb now loves to remind himself of how small he is now and often plays with and sniffs his old shoes. They were so big for him now and represented how different he was now. While sniffing Gary's well-worn gym shoes by the door, he heard a voice from behind:

"Stay there and bend over. Keep sniffing your former sneaks while I pump a load in you, boy."

Time Changes People

It's been a week Carol landed in her son's body and she had settled in remarkably well. I mean, could you tell anything different?

Matthew was horrified at first but then seemed to grow more concerned about losing his gym progress and keeping on top of his social media and sponsorship deals. And so he began teaching his mom what she needed to do for him. On the first trip to the gym he coached her through it from a distance while on the phone. To any bystanders, it just looked like he was listening to music. She did as asked, posed and took some selfies for posting later in the day. Somehow things came more easily than expected and she felt relieved, relaxed and strong by the end of it.

Finishing up after the session, Matthew realised just how big he'd gotten, which was emphasized from his current petite perspective. He felt strangely proud. He could also smell that his mom had put in the effort - she always said he was a smelly boy, but now he could see why. Carol could also see why now and felt so sweaty and smelly, but she couldn't help these hormones. After getting home and taking off her enormous sneakers, she could smell teenage feet even though she'd only had them on for a few hours.

Over the next few days, they settled in to some form of routine. Matthew kept up the meal prep that he knew his body needed but seemed to whizz around the kitchen with more ease than previously. Then, he'd shout up that food was ready and Matthew would run down and practically inhale large quantities of food. Carol also got really good at social media and seemed to be glued to her phone now. Matthew was a bit concerned and felt a little ignored, as if she was only interested in his phone now. She didn't even have Instagram or TikTok before this happened!

After a few days, Carol found herself in a dilemma. She could feel that her body needed... release. But she was reluctant to act upon it. After about an hour of laying on Matthew's bed and aimlessly flicking through TikToks of cute young girls, fast cars and fitness influencers which the algorithm knew Matthew loved, one of her large hands started rubbing her appendage. It felt sooo good. After just a few minutes of gentle rubbing, she had her first male orgasm. She fell back into the bed and enjoyed the bliss.

Then, she heard footsteps. FUCK. She'd not planned on cumming, nor had she considered that males ejaculate all over themselves like this. Quickly, she pulled off the cum-soaked tshirt and wiped off any excess. The door opened and so she quickly had to just throw the tshirt on the floor and act non-chalantly.

Matthew walked in and turned up his nose at the smell of boy and insisted on opening the window. Carol hadn't noticed any bad smell and thought he must have been exaggerating. Returning to the door after opening the window, Matthew noticed the cumrag next to the bed. Sparing them both the embarrassment, his motherly instinct kicked in and decided to ignore what he had seen. The sheepish '20-year-old' held her breath and hoped he hadn't noticed. It seemed like he'd gotten away with it.

That night, Carol couldn't sleep. Matthew's body clocked was screwed up and he generally got up between 10 and 11. Despite her best efforts, she was doing no better and was groggy when arising in the late morning. It also didn't help that he would insist on her taking caffeinated pre-workout before the gym so it was 11:30pm and still he felt wide awake and full of energy. She'd jerked off for the third time that day and at a loss of things to do in her room, she reached for the PS5 controller.

Before long, it was 3am. The muscle memory of playing Street Fighter came flooding back. Realizing the time and thinking she should probably get to bed soon, she headed to the bathroom and got ready for bed.

But before bed, she still wanted to try out doing a posing video without Matthew being there and bossing her around. After a few attempts, she posted this:

Finally satisfied with the video and getting a buzz from the likes and comments that were flooding in, she finally went to sleep around 04:30am.

She wouldn't get up until gone midday when Matthew would storm in and force her to get up for being lazy.

Rescuing Karl

First story with AI-generated images.

It had been just over a year since Karl's mysterious disappearance. He was such a positive, kind guy that his unexplained disappearance took everyone by surprise.

His friend John never stopped searching, even after the police did. The pair had been best friends ever since Kindergarten and he knew something just wasn't right and Karl would never have left like this without telling him.

After 12 months of gathering clues, numerous dead-ends and setbacks, he'd finally found a promising lead about something suspicious at the local army base. The following weekend there was a military parade planned, which would be the perfect cover story for him to enter the base and see if he could find Karl or any clues that could lead him to his long lost friend.

After a long week of waiting and planning, he easily passed through the checkpoint as a parade visitor and, when no guards were looking managed to sneak away and headed towards the barracks. According to the intel he received in a chatroom, there was a secret facility where several people seemed to have ended up. Using the route he'd memorized during the week, he made his way to the building in question. The place was deserted - probably due to the parade - but as he peered into the block's gym, he noticed a man with a remarkably recognizable face.

The door creaked as he pushed it open, alerting the attention of the man working out. At that point, John froze. "Karl?! Is that you?!"

The hulk of a man glared back at him for what felt like forever, but was in reality only a few seconds. His gaze lifted and the man replied. "John??? Is that really you? What are you doing here? I mean, how did you find me?" The colossus moved towards John and gave him a hug. Karl was never this tall previously, and certainly 100lbs lighter just one year ago. Karl slightly crushed John as they embraced. Karl was sweaty from working out and some transferred to John, but he didn't mind since he'd finally found his friend!

"I knew you would be here!" replied a relieved John "Look, I'm here to get you out of here. What did they do to you? You look so... different." John examined Karl's body which was unmistakedly that of some gym-obsessed ultra-masculine type - sure Karl did some weights at college, but nothing on this level. He was bigger and taller in every sense.

"You wouldn't believe what they did to me, John. It's crazy here! They took me and performed some top secret program on me called The Augmentation and injected me with stuff and fed me crazy shit and now look at me!" Karl briefly paused. It seemed like he had so much to tell John, but he stopped himself and looked around. "But you're in danger John, if anyone sees you, you might never escape! Let me get changed quickly. okay?" Karl didn't wait for a response. He headed to his bag next to a bench and pulled out some khakis. He stripped in full view of John who got a glimpse of Karl's massive softie swinging between his legs.

"Bro, I can see anything you know" John quipped as he glanced away and held a hand in front of his eyes.

"Sorry bro," Karl laughed "I've not had any privacy for all the time I've been here. There's 11 other guys in my dorm so I guess I gotten used to it." John felt a deep sense of guilt and empathy for Karl and all the things he must have endured. But before he could think much more, Karl was ready again.

His form was certainly incredibly impressive to behold and something only a tiny percentage of bodybuilders would achieve - let alone just in one year. But luckily John could still hear Karl inside that hulk of a body.

"Quick, follow me!" Said Karl and headed to the corridor. Karl scanned each corner before proceeding with military precision, It seems they must have trained him to do just these types of activities. He escorted John downstairs into the basement, continually checking that no one else would see us or question their presence. He opened a door with a key code and led John inside. "Quick, in here!" he hurried John inside.

It was completely dark inside with no natural light. Karl flicked a switch and some harsh, fluorescent strip lights clicked and flashed into life. John looked around and saw six bunk beds with space for 12. "What, is this where you've been living?" Asked John. The smell of body odour, cheap deoderant and well worn boots started to reach his nose. "But Karl, we need to get out of here!"

Karl walked over to what must have been his bunk and took a seat. "But John, who said I wanted to leave here? I didn't say anything about wanting to leave, or not liking it here."

John froze, unable to process what he thought Karl meant.

Karl continued "Didn't you think it was odd that you just stumbled across me all alone in the gym and the place is otherwise conveniently empty? Who do you think told you all those things in the chatroom, eh?" Karl let a wicked grin form on his face.

"Wait, that was you? You tricked me?" John couldn't believe what he was hearing and was scanning the room for ways out.

As John panicked, Karl calmly took out a needle from a drawer and calmly injected himself in the arm with some form of serum. He let out a low groan of pleasure as some sense of tension appeared to be released. " Doctor's orders" he remarked. "Thing is John, I fucking love it here. I mean, look at me? I'm a fucking alpha! The Colonel told me you were causing trouble and gave me the order to capture and detain you. And I was all too happy after I found out you were trying to blow the lid off on us Augments."

John, still struggling to believe what was happening, stuttered "But...but...but...we've been friends since...forever and now you..." John didn't want to finish that thought.

Karl continued talking anyway as he unlaced his boots and made himself comfortable. "Bro, I know I knew you when I was Karl, but that nothing compared to the rebirth I went through with my 11 Augment brothers. It's an unbreakable bond. We have no secrets from each other and nowhere to hide from each other. But what would I want to hide from them anyway?. They taught us how to think and operate exactly the same as each other so we are truly one unbreakable unit. One unbreakable unit." He repeated, almost in a trance. "This is my home now, you know? Ever since My Augmentation started, I loved this place and the simplicity of my purpose and being able to fit everything I own into a dufflebag in case of deployment. Sleeping alone just seems fucking weird somehow haha. I belong with my brothers now." He patted the bedpost with affection, while John couldn't believe that someone could consider this a place worthy of living in. He must have been brainwashed to be some mindless drone that just follows orders, he thought.

John got increasingly scared and tried to run away, but the door was locked. Karl stepped up behind him and put a heavy hand on the door "Nice try, but you won't be leaving here. You're part of the second stage of the experiment. But it's easy - all you have to do is breathe..." Within a split second Karl had pinned John to the wall and held one of his boots over John's mouth and nose. John resisted but was no match of the augmented Karl. "Remember that hug? The pheromones in my sweat should already be working on you. The concentrated aerosol in my boots should speed things up too. Just breathe nice and deep."

Fantasy Agency

Michael was a controversial appointment as CEO.

He was a classic bro that had gone into finance and only cared about growing his wealth and gaining more status. The shareholders loved him but the employees less so. As soon as he became CEO, he organized a large shift and brought on his former fratbros to fill the board until it was filled with carbon copy types of him - wealthy, privileged, white men. It became an elite echelon and they tailored everything to suit their desire, including the unpopular move to close down the employee cafeteria on the 38th floor so that they could make room for their C-level private gym and let off some steam away from the rest of the employees.

Unknown to his bros though, Michael had developed some interesting tastes from his life of privilege. Really it's a textbook case, but when you are wealthy and handsome, people just love to do whatever you say. Workers and women alike yearned to please him, which he took for granted, but that led him to yearn for something else.

Secretly online, he grew bolder. Initially watching humiliation porn and advancing into findom but it all felt a little empty. He wanted more, and he was used to getting what he wanted. Always.

One evening, he got an message that called to him. It was a discreet agency that promised to fulfill fantasies in a way no other could. He got in touch and shared his wildest fantasies and jerked off to the conversation. Typing it all out got him so horny that he released to the thoughts in his mind, after which the desire for humiliation subsided and he went about his normal evening routine.

The following morning, he stirred and began to go about him morning routine. Stepping out of bed, he stood and noticed his surroundings being bigger. He dashed to the bathroom and saw his reflection.

Almost all of his hard-earned muscles had disappeared and he must have lost 30cm in height, but the most shocking part was how foreign he looked. Michael thought people like this were lazy and just chose to be poor, but now look at him!

Realizing what must have happened, he quickly reached for his phone and messaged the contact from last night, pleading for them to switch him back. The response came "But you like it, don't you? Look in the mirror again." And so he did and somehow, it started to turn him on. Another reponse came "Today, you're going to work, but you're going to be a janitor and clean up the mess of your bros while they look down on you. You best get ready. Your clothes are outside on the door step. Oh, and don't touch or use any of your former things. Touching anything - clothes, toiletries, soap - will bring you out in a painful rash. They don't belong to you anymore.

And so Michael shyly opened his door and found some clothes folded on the doorstep. They looked poor quality and too small for him, but he put them on and they fitted remarkably well, albeit a little scratchy. Then, Michael left for the office, taking the bus for the first time in his life. He got hard thinking about how he fitted in and no one suspected him as one of the wealthiest guys in the city.

He spent the day cleaning up the mess of his buddies. Somehow he couldn't quite understand them properly and when he spoke, it came out with a thick accent. One sentence he did understand was one of his bros, Fred, saying "Eurgh, what's he doing on this floor? Those people need to learn to wash!" as he cast a coffee cup aside. Fred looked him right in the eye and didn't recognize him one bit! For the first time, Michael realized just how hot Fred one. He was much taller than him now, built like a bodybuilder and in a perfectly tailored suit and cologne to die for. His arrogance and swagger topped it all off. But damn, he wasn't gay? But the thought of sucking off his bros like this was just so appealing!

With the working day finished, he went to the staff break room and saw himself again for the first time in hours. The hair that kept falling into his face was greasy and his clothes filthy. He lifted up an arm and smelt his pits which were fragrant to say the least.

The day had made him so horny that he ran to the bathroom to jerk off. He pulled out him small brown cock from the surrounding hedge of black hairs and jerked furiously, sniffing his pits and contemplating the whole siutation until he came. He came more furiously than expected and dirtied his tshirt even further. Somehow he liked that. And surely no one would notice...

He went to his locker and whipped out his phone. He messaged and said that he enjoyed his day and was ready to get back to normal from tomorrow. "Oh no, we're just beginning!" came the reply. "Now you're essentially an undocumented worker so you'd best to everything we say."

Over the next days he continued the routine and followed the instructions he had to if he wanted to avoid the authorities. Over time though, he found his former bros less attractive and somehow pale and bland. He started to long for something darker.

As these feelings set in, he was permitted to return to his former home to meet the person who had sent him on this journey. As he opened the door he saw what was for his eyes perfection. He knew that he would worship this man as his superior in every way and devote his life to his service. Despite appearances, the god-like figure in front of him was but a few short weeks ago was just a nerdy fantastist with a laptop and some magic. Now he had taken what was Michael's and made it his own.

And now that he was one of them like his master, he would help his master to take over the company for his own glory. But first, he would service his master.