Man Of My Dreams

Man of My Dreams

There he is again. The man of my dreams. Literally. Ever since I crossed path with him in that oriental market last month and I knocked over some kind of “magical dream dust” in the stand we passed by, accidentally inhaling a shit load of it, I’ve been seeing him in my dreams every night. And it’s always the same scenario: We’re in the oriental market, I see him a few feet away, I get completely mesmerized by his handsome face and massive muscles, and it’s not until he’s right in front of me that I realize we’re about to collide so I jump to the side to avoid him… crashing straight into the stand. He just stands there and sneer at me like I’m some pathetic insect before walking along. I hate it… yet god does he look hot walking away from me like that…

Anyways, the first few nights I just let it happen as it actually happened. Walk, crash, stare. Walk, crash, stare. However, by the fifth night I had had enough of his condescending looks and mustered the courage to yell back at him; telling him not to look at me that way and ask him how he would feel if he was the one in this humiliating position. Suddenly, like a switch had been pushed, his smug grin disappeared and he turned around and walked away. Thinking nothing more of it, I paid the shop owner, cleaned up after me and woke up soon after.

The night after though, much to my surprise, just as I was about to jump to the side he instead flung himself against the table of dusts in my place. Albeit confused and shocked, I decided to help him up… only to have him swat my hand away. “Fuck you…” He said, as I saw humiliation in his eyes. He picked himself up and walked away, not even paying for the damage he had caused.

“Show some gratitude next time, will ya!” I shouted at him as he disappeared among the crowd of people. And surely enough, the next night he actually let me help him up (though I almost fell over myself) and thanked me for my help. That’s when I realized I somehow had control over this hunk in my dream. I spent the next occurring nights testing my theory: I had him clean up and pay for the damage. Be friendlier and kinder. Take off his pants… so I could wash them for him.

However, it wasn’t until I had us exchange numbers in the dream and he suddenly called me during my working hours in broad daylight that I realized it was more than just a silly dreams. Somehow what happened in the recurring dream affected reality too! I had him completely under my grasp!

Soon enough I created scenarios where I had him fall head over heels with me, ask me to become his boyfriend, and even going as far as to invite me into his apartment where I fucked the brains out of him and his muscular tight ass. Imagine the bliss I was in when I woke up in the morning to find him sleeping in the bed next to me. I would play with his huge muscles, smell his musky odor and give his bristled face a kiss as I snuggled closer.

Yet… something was gnawing at me - a thought I couldn’t get out of my head. Anything is possible in a dream… wouldn’t that mean that I could… no, I couldn’t… could I?

“Only one way to find out…” I thought to myself before closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep again….

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There he is again. The man of my dreams. Walking towards me just as tall and sexy as always. I quickened my steps so I could catch up to him before the collision by the stand. He was gloating at some hot babe walking past him instead of looking forward, which was probably the reason we were in this predicament to begin with. No matter, it made it much easier for me to test out my theory.

Walking briskly towards him, I thought back to the few short days I had spent together with him. Sure, having him as my boyfriend had been lovely, but somewhere deep inside of me I knew it wasn’t what I really yearned for. No, I didn’t want to be with him… I desired to BE him.

So, as I kept ramping up speed my mind was focused on one thing and one thing only: his amazingly muscular body. I focused, I imagined, I wished with all my might to be inside of it. And this time, instead of jumping to the side or colliding with him, I felt myself somehow disappear right into him. I found my vision shift and my balance shift a bit; as I now walked towards the opposite direction! Sure enough, looking down I found myself so much taller, stronger and… perfect. Feeling around, I fondled my enormous bulge and caressed my firm chest. With a smug grin on my new handsome face I kept walking, absorbing the stares of everyone around me and waiting for this wonderful dream to end…

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I woke up to the warm sunlight shining in my eyes and the memories of a very wonderful dream. The cool air blew against my naked skin and I found myself alone in a very familiar bed. I only had to look down to see a body covered with strong muscles and a morning wood so hard it was almost painful. So I grabbed it with my callused hands and tugged at it so fiercely till I screamed and spewed all over my chest and boyishly beautiful face. As I scooped every last drop of my man seed into my mouth a tickling sensation entered my nose. “ACHOOO!” I found myself sneezing loudly as blue dust escaped my nose and scattered across the sheets and my sweaty glistening chest. “Guess that means no more dreams… not that I need those anymore.” I thought to myself as I pushed myself up and stared at the mirror across the bedroom.

“Oh. There he is again.” I said proudly with my gruff voice. A smug grin on the most handsome face I’ve ever seen. “The man of my dreams… me.”

The old man took a deep breath. He was constantly trying not to pass out as the powerful ecstasy spread through his legs and throughout his body. But the stronger and deeper the ecstasy became, the more difficult it was. He felt those powerful muscular legs shaking. Previously it had been a sign of weakness, but now it actually excited him. It was proof that his invention buried in the sand, a machine that extracted little by little the strength of every muscular young man on the beach and transferred it to him, was working properly.

The old scientist clenched his fists and held on to keep himself awake through all the ecstasy. He moaned softly and slowly touched himself. He had been really small and weak all his life. But now he has an incredible amount of stamina and a huge muscular body. Although his invention did not rejuvenate his face, it was upgraded into a more handsome and healthy version as he gained the energy of a young muscular man. All age spots disappeared from his skin and he had a healthy tan. Although some wrinkles remained on his face, it actually added to his charm. He has become so superior that everyone envies him.

Bulging!

The more energy he put into it, the bigger his body became. The old man’s tiny speedo no longer fit his powerful, massive, muscular body.

I'm speechless

What Do You Desire?

"Look man, I told you I don't really swing that way. So can you ju-" "What is it that you desire?" It was such a simple question but it was the last thing John expected to be asked while he was out at the club with some friends. They all eventually split off though and that was when the handsome man dressed in a suit had come up to him. The last thing that John wanted was to be hit on by a guy, even if he did find it flattering. But the moment he told the guy for the third time that he wasn't interested, the man stared into his eyes and spoke in that silky smooth voice.

"What is it that you desire?"

"I...Desire...?" John blinked as he stared at the man, it was suddenly getting harder to think the longer he stared into that deep brown. It was so hard to think about anything, do anything but focus on that captivating gaze and think about desire. He was a nerdy guy who didn't look like he much belonged at the club, only going out because one of his roommates had pushed him into it, trying to get him laid. But there was no luck, he was too nervous and too shy. He hadn't even realised that the man had somehow ebbed him into a dark alleyway close to the club, where nobody else was around.

"I think you desire being told what to do..."

No way, John never liked it when people told him what to do. Even at work, he always hated faking a smile, as if he was looking forward to being ordered around by his boss. He blinked, thoughts feeling muddied and unclear for the first time that night.

He suddenly found himself giving a dumb smile, one that was full of compliance, the grin that told somebody that he had nothing going on. Whether it was a drinking contest or a kiss, he looked dumb enough to do it without thinking, because he didn't think.

Wait but that wasn't right. John...didn't he have a PhD? He looked up, last dregs of intellect forming into realisation as his eyes widened while he stared at the handsome man.

"In fact I think you desire to kiss me with those full lips..."

Full lips? John was sure he was the type to have thin lips, there was barely any desirable features on his face. But the more he thought about it, the more he could feel how his lips grew wider, somewhat heavier as he reached forward, like his body was magnetically attracted to the man. He kissed him like he hungered for it, he kissed him like he wanted to test out these new lips and moaned at how good it felt to kiss a man.

"Enjoying yourself? I'm sure, since you desire to be with men after all, don't you?"

He did. He loved to be with men. God, he was such a slut for men even. He wanted to have them in every orifice, their dicks down his throat and up his ass. As the man slapped his ass, he could feel, much like his lips, the ass cheeks swelling as he moaned and let the man palm him, fingers pushing against his...pants?

No...He wouldn't be wearing pants out to the club. More like shorts, denim shorts that hung tight onto his inflated juicy cheeks and could show off his legs.

"Mmm and of course with such a handsome body, every man wants to be with you. You desire men to worship your body."

He loved it when men worshipped his body. John no longer was scared of sex, of the intimacy of having another person in their bed. In fact beds were somewhat a rarity, alleyways like this and nightclubs was where he loved to get fucked after all. But it made sense, since his club was a place he worked.

"In fact Javi you desire a job where men admire your body." He did! It's why he had asked the man if he could work at his club after all, simply titled LUX, an erotic venue where he could strip and dance for men, gyrate his hips that started to fill out slightly. As his skin grew less pale, like someone who regularly went outside instead of the nerd that stayed at home, his hips gyrated beneath the man's touch.

His skinny body grew into one that was far more muscular and lean, memories of studying at the library replaced with fucking his personal trainer and working out together at the gym. In fact, John Javier realised that he loved the gym a lot. He never had any desire to not exercise, because it just meant that he could look even better for all his clients.

The slight tan spread over his body as he moaned and groaned underneath the man's boss's touch.

"And you desire to service me, to kiss me, to work for me..."

Javier's cock had grown, not only bigger from how horny he was getting, but from the transformation itself. All the changes were making his mind be wiped away, his tired eyes suddenly looked slightly more youthful, wrinkles from stressing and bad skincare smoothed over. Suddenly he wasn't some late twenties grad student but instead Javier was a young twenty-something dancer as his thoughts slowly began to transform into espanol.

It made it harder for John to think, harder to enfocar, harder para resistirlo, harder hacer cualquier cosa, so hard ya que no puede parar, HARD hasta que no puede resistir y debe ceder as his cock throbbed.

"I think you desire to let go, to cum..."

And with one final kiss, one final command, Javier moaned into it and let himself give in entirely. He moaned, the last dregs of John his old self filling his cock as he came everywhere, all over his boss and himself. It was just so hard not to, especially when he was only wearing denim shorts and sandals, moaning and begging for more as he held onto his boss, completely changed.

"Oh fuck boss, that was tan bueno," Javier giggled as he looked down at himself and the mess he had made, needing to head backstage and clean himself up. It wouldn't be the first time he and his boss got together in the alley, but it wasn't his fault, his boss was just a total hottie and he was an airheaded himbo who would do whatever his boss asked.

From nervous nerd to a hot himbo, Javier was no longer the same man that walked into LUX. But then again he knew that no men who ever came in were the same when they came out and he couldn't be any happier.

After all, this is what he desired.

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Amy was glad she'd finally managed to snag a night alone with her boyfriend at his place. It was far nicer than the small apartment across town she rented, but that was largely in part thanks to Theo still living with his father. When his Dad had some fancy science job Amy couldn't understand she wasn't going to blame him one bit for not yet moving out of the almost mansion he lived in. Just Theo and his father alone in the massive house with everything from a private pool to the most decked out kitchen ever, it really was a nice place.

She rarely visited though, as there was one major problem with Theo’s Dad. Despite his intelligence, the man could be more than a little racist towards Amy on the odd occasion they crossed paths. ‘Out of sight out of mind’ was the philosophy they had unspokenly adopted; as long as she didn't come over when he was around he didn't have to think about his son dating a black girl. Tonight he was finally working late on some new project, so they'd taken the opportunity to arrange a night in together.

Unfortunately for the couple, things weren't going to go exactly to plan for them…

Nick, Theo's father, was on his way home early after a failure of a day at work. It should have been his night of huge success, hence his plan to work right into the early hours of the following morning. Everything had gone to shit though when the machine exploded and shocked him badly in the effort to fix it. He was pissed off and in pain, so instead of carrying on he decided to change plans and head home, leave the interns in the morning to clean everything up. 

“Theo! I'm home son!” Nick called as he arrived back home a few hours after he left. 

Upstairs, both Theo and Amy shot off the bed in alarm. They knew that voice well, and it was one that shouldn't be home yet. Everything moved too slowly though, as before they could even think of what to do there were footsteps coming up the stairs. Nick always liked to come say hello to his son when he got back, which right now was the biggest pain in Theo's ass. There was no time to pretend Amy wasn’t here before his dad got to the door, if he hadn’t already realised she was here from the bag and shoes downstairs. 

“Things didn’t quite go to plan son, so I-” 

Nick stopped when he pushed open the bedroom door to see the one person he didn’t want to see tonight. Amy, the girl that’d corrupted his son to some new woke way of thinking, at least as far as he was concerned. Ordinarily he would have told her to leave and said nothing more, but this was no ordinary day. He was angry at himself for fucking up his own experiment, and the painful tingling sensation from the knockback still hadn’t gone away. So, instead of forcing himself to be nice he made the snap decision to be quite the opposite and throw Amy out himself.

Theo could only watch as his father stormed across the room towards Amy, looking more furious than Theo had ever seen him. He sensed that this was more than just being annoyed at her presence, but it wasn’t like he had time to talk things through before his Dad had roughly grabbed Amy’s wrist to pull her out of the room. 

Everything slowed down the moment Nick’s hand touched Amy’s skin. Seconds felt like hours to the pair as the strange sensation that’d lingered with Nick passed from him and into Amy, then back again. Neither knew what it really was, though Nick had a hint of suspicion. It wouldn’t fair him well though as everything was happening too quickly for either to react. One moment Nick had grabbed Amy’s arm, the next it was like her body was melting into his through the contact. It was hard to tell where her body ended and Nick’s began, and this was only the start. 

Over the next few seconds, whatever was happening to the two of them got worse. The lines that blurred the boundary between their forms grew hazier, barely able to discern who’s arm they now shared. That turned to jumps in their vision as their heads too started to slow together into one, both now sharing the same view of a shirtless, confused Theo. 

After the lines fully blurred between the two and started to settle, it became obvious that somehow Nick’s body was the one coming out on top. Less and less of Amy’s body could be seen, instead Nick’s was intact as whatever effect subsided. His wasn’t entirely unscathed though. Instead his body was far cleaner and stronger looking than it had been in years. With the work he’d lost some of his focus on the physical health standards he’d instilled in Theo, letting himself get a little fat and start balding. Now As the pair became one Nick’s body was far more muscular and attractive, but no less old. His body was refreshed and refined, and all thanks to Amy. 

He wasn’t the one in the driver’s seat though as Theo would soon find out. Whilst Nick’s body had survived the merge, Amy’s mind was the one that won out as stronger. Younger and calmer, it hadn’t been too hard for her to fight down the angry bigoted man that was her boyfriend’s father. Not that she knew why she was fighting, but in the moment she’d known she had to. Now as everything settled and the strange feeling that’d appeared went away, Amy was left in full control of Nick’s changed body, with only an echo of his knowledge in the back of her mind. 

All of this had taken place in the span of less than a second. From Theo’s perspective he’d watched his Dad grab his girlfriend’s arm, then he blinked and Amy was gone and his Dad was hot. 

“Wait, what??” He said the moment his brain caught up to the reality of the situation. “What the fuck did you just do Dad? Where’s Amy, and why do you look different?” Theo started to glance around the room, but there wasn’t anywhere she could have one so fast. 

“Theo? What are you talking about? I’m right here!” She said, then blinked at the sound of her own deep voice. Powerful and commanding, it was nothing like the one she had expected to come out of her mouth.

Theo moved around the bed to stand in front of his Dad, his eyes unconsciously taking in the more attractive version that now stood before him. “Dad, I don’t know what this is but it isn’t funny. Where’s Amy? What have you done with her, because if you’ve hurt her then-”

A kiss froze Theo in his rant. Amy hadn’t seen any other way to shut her boyfriend up than that, as drastic as it was given her current form. A rough scratch of unshaved facial hair as masculine lips of father and son slid together, the shock of which shut Theo right up. His father was kissing him, that much he was aware of. The why though, that was the biggest shock. Because, as much as he knew it was his Dad kissing him, there was something so unmistakably Amy about the whole thing. The way his tongue darted out to swipe at his lips and demand entry, the way his hands settled gently onto Theo’s waist, even the slight tilt of his head to slot them better together, everything about it screamed like it was coming from someone who’d kissed him a thousand times over.

Theo shoved the pair of them apart a couple of seconds later, then wiped his mouth and panted a little. The kiss had been hot, hotter than anything with Amy before this without question, but this was wrong! This was still his Dad’s body at the end of the day, no matter who he believed was in control. 

“Wow, your Dad sure hated that.” Amy in his new male body chuckled. 

Theo blinked. Of course she’d find a way to laugh about all this instead of being as freaked out as he was. “What?”

“I’ve got a sort of echo of him in the back of my mind, or I think at least. Me kissing you just now? Hated it with everything he has left.” Amy continued, unable to stop the smirk on his face. 

As Theo stood there and processed his shock, Amy went to work getting a proper look at himself. He flexed his arms, bounced his pecs, then even lifted one arm and took a good long sniff of the incredible ripe smell that lingered there. By all means she shouldn’t be okay with this, but somehow he was. This body felt strong and powerful, like he could actually protect himself instead of relying on Theo to make him feel safe. He’d hated the sweaty stench of Theo after the gym before today, but with his new nose it was totally the opposite. A day of working in the summer heat on his machine combined with the change had made Nick’s body sweaty as hell, and Amy couldn’t help but enjoy it now. 

And then there was the ease with which he’d already started to think of himself as a man. Maybe it was the echo of Nick’s actual father or maybe Amy had never been all that attached to being a girl, but right now he couldn’t care less. The muscles felt amazing, the weight of the cock and balls between his legs felt natural and not strange in the slightest. 

“So what if I’m your Dad now, is that so bad?” Amy took a step towards his boyfriend. “You’re hard as a rock and we both know you’re bi, we met during a threesome with my ex-boyfriend after all. Now things are just a little different between us, that’s all.”

Theo gulped. He knew it was wrong, but Amy was right. He’d enjoyed kissing this hotter version of his Dad, enjoyed his girlfriend letting out the dominant side he knew was there and taking charge. And, in some fucked up way he liked the feeling if being close to a man he’d always had a little friction with given their differing views. 

“Different how…?” He asked, the nerves in his voice obvious to both of them. 

Amy shrugged. “Now instead of boyfriend and girlfriend you’re my son.” The whispering lingers of the old Nick made it easy for Amy to make that assertion without feeling too odd about it, mostly turned on if nothing else. “We can hang out like we always do, go to the gym and have sex, everything the same as before. Only, now when we do it it’ll be as a Daddy and his boy. I’m… Anton instead of Amy. Under the same roof with you teaching me all about what it takes to be a man. What’d you say son?”

“I….” 

Theo bit his lip and frowned as he considered things. Could it really be this easy? Could he really just accept this new version of his father and girlfriend? His Dad had always said to be grateful for what you were given so maybe…

“Alright then Dad, I can work with this.” He said as he stepped up and pressed his face into his father’s armpit. A deep inhale later and Theo was harder than ever; he’d always loved the way men smelt and this was the best of it. “You smell so fucking good Dad, like whoa… First lesson of being a man, we don’t shower nearly as much as we say we do, okay?”

Anton chuckled. “That’s fine by me son, I’ll make sure I don’t just for you. Now get licking boy.”

From Park to Penthouse: My Life as a Bear Hunk

I was just a regular guy, trying to make ends meet and get through life. My days consisted of the usual routine: wake up, work a mundane job, come home, rinse, and repeat. Nothing exciting ever really happened to me. But all of that changed on a cool, crisp morning in the park.

I usually took early morning walks just to clear my mind. The park was quiet at that time, the only sounds being birds chirping and the occasional jogger’s footsteps echoing through the trees. That’s when I saw him—*the* guy everyone always seemed to notice, the bear hunk who owned the park every time he stepped foot in it.

He was the kind of guy who commanded attention without even trying. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a perfect layer of muscle covering every inch of his frame. His chest and arms bulged as he did his push-ups effortlessly, and even his sweat seemed to gleam like it had a purpose. His beard was thick, well-groomed, and his face was one of those ruggedly handsome ones you’d expect to see in some magazine cover.

I envied him—his body, his confidence, the way people looked at him with a mix of admiration and lust. It wasn’t fair. Why did he get to live such a charmed life while I was stuck being an average nobody?

As I walked closer, I saw something strange lying near a bench—an old, weathered medallion with strange symbols carved into it. It looked ancient, almost mystical. I don’t know what compelled me to pick it up, but as soon as I did, I felt a surge of energy pulse through my body. It was like electricity, but not painful—more like a powerful vibration that filled every cell in my body.

Then, without warning, everything went black.

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When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the grass, staring up at the sky. I sat up, feeling oddly different. My body felt... heavier, stronger. I looked down and nearly jumped out of my skin. My once-skinny arms were now thick and muscular, covered in a light dusting of hair. My clothes were straining against my newly massive frame.

I reached up to feel my face, and instead of the usual smoothness, my hand met a thick, rugged beard. I scrambled to my feet, stumbling slightly as I tried to adjust to the new weight and power in my legs. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a nearby pond, and my breath caught in my throat.

I was *him*. The bear hunk.

Somehow, that medallion had switched our bodies. I was no longer the average guy who blended into the background. I was the man everyone noticed—the man everyone *wanted*.

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It took a few days to get used to my new life, but I quickly adapted. As it turned out, the bear hunk wasn’t just a regular gym-goer; he was wealthy beyond belief. His penthouse apartment overlooked the city, and his wardrobe was filled with designer clothes that clung perfectly to my new body. Everywhere I went, people stared, admired, and envied me.

But I wasn’t satisfied with just looking good and being rich. I had a new plan—one that involved indulging in all the pleasures that my new life had to offer. I booked a luxurious vacation to a private resort, a place where the elite went to unwind and let loose. And, of course, where the hot twinks flocked to for a chance at living the good life, even if just for a weekend.

The resort was everything I could have hoped for. The sun was warm, the drinks were cold, and the pool was filled with gorgeous guys who couldn’t take their eyes off me. I’d catch their stares as I lounged by the water, flexing my muscles just enough to make them bite their lips in desire.

At night, the real fun began. The clubs were filled with twinks looking for someone just like me—someone who could take control and show them a good time. And I was more than happy to oblige. I could see the way their eyes lit up when I approached them, how they practically melted under my touch.

This was the life I’d always wanted, the life I deserved. No more being overlooked or ignored. Now, I was the one in control, the one who got to choose.

The medallion was now a distant memory, tucked away in the back of a drawer in my penthouse. I had no intention of going back to my old life. This was who I was now, and I wasn’t about to give it up. Not when there were so many more adventures to be had, so many more twinks to seduce.

As I stood on the beach, looking out at the endless ocean, I couldn’t help but smile. Life as a bear hunk was everything I had dreamed of and more. And it was just getting started.