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HELPING THE LESS FORTUNATE 

“C'mon It ain’t gonna suck itself boy..” “What the hell are you thinking Dennis?! Put that away!” I said frantically. Until today Dennis was homeless and out of options. Meanwhile I was stuck living with my strict, uptight, homophobic step dad Frank. My mom passed away recently and I’ve been stuck living alone with Frank and his bratty kids. I can’t afford college so even though I’m 18 now I still can’t leave this hell hole. I work at a fast food place trying to save enough money to get out of here but I can’t take it anymore. Frank treats me like a child and demeans me at every chance he gets. I have to stay a closeted homosexual too because if he ever found out about that I’m sure he’d kick me out. I’ve reached my last straw and I think it’s about time I did something about it. Skip to the part where I go to an old used book store and find a dark magic book with a spell on possession. For the spell to work you had to A. Have a person recite the spell that is neither being possessed or doing the possessing. B The person possessing had to be someone that nobody would find suspicious if they jus disappeared one day and C the person who cast the spell is the only one who can reverse the spell and if this person dies the spell breaks. That’s why I decided to have Dennis possess my step dad Frank. Dennis was a homeless man who slept in the alley by my work. I felt bad for the guy so I would bring him some burgers or fries every now and then after work. When I proposed my plan to him at first he just laughed at me, but the more detail I gave him the more interest he showed. Finally he agreed and the plan was set in motion. We waited for Frank to get home late one evening from the gym. I brought Dennis to my house where we waited for Frank to come through the front door. When he did we rushed him catching him off guard. We held my step dad to the ground as he struggled and I recited the spell and watched as Dennis’ body became intangible. He sunk into my step dad’s body as he continued to struggle. I held my hand over his mouth so he didn’t wake up his kids. Finally as Dennis’ body completely faded into Frank I let him up and he began flailing one arm and with the other arm held his own mouth shut, presumably the arm Dennis had taken control of. I shoved him into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I watched as the possession reached completion. My step dad finally stopped struggling and he pulled himself up. Dennis was used to being dirty and out of shape, now as he stood up and stared at himself in Frank’s body his eyes lit up. He looked like a child on Christmas morning. He began flexing his muscles and flashed smiles and winks at his reflection. My pants began to stir at the sight of my handsome step fathers display of physical attraction. I covered my pants with my hand but he had already noticed through the mirror. That’s when he turned around unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans whipping out Franks erect cock. I stood frozen in shock. “C'mon It ain’t gonna suck itself boy..” “What the hell do you think you’re doing Dennis?! Put that away!” I said frantically. “Don’t be such a pussy. Nobody’s gonna find out. Ya know you want it.” “It’s not right.. That’s my..” I started feeling myself getting flustered. “Oh come off it, what’s the point of me taking over your daddy if we can’t have some fun too. I see that duck wiggling under there.” He said pointing at my pants. “I know you play for the other team, I see you lookin at them boys that come running by down the street without their shirts, ya can’t hide that shit. I see everything that happens around there.” It was so odd hearing Dennis’ speech coming through Franks masculine voice. “And this step daddy of yours is a handsome devil.” He said flexing his bicep and giving it a pat. “I can’t thank you enough for giving me this new life, the least I can do is let you live out some of your twisted fantasies.” “You know what.. You’re right! I deserve this after the crap Franks given me.” I said finally mustering up some courage. “That’s the spirit, now get on over here and give your daddy some love.” He said presenting his cock for me. “Okay.. Dad.” I said wrapping my mouth around Frank’s cock. He put his hand on my head as I deep throated his thick cock. “Ah’ fuck!! Ugh.. C'mon son! Swallow that shit!” He moaned and held himself up by the bathtowel bar behind him. Just tasting his salty thick cock was enough to get precum dribbling from my penis. We were interrupted suddenly by loud banging on the door as his Franks son starting shouting from behind the door. “Dad what the hell are you doing in there! I’m trying to talk to my girlfriend on the phone but I can’t hear with all your yelling!” He yelled. I could see anger well up in Franks face as he pulled up his pants and opened the door and started yelling back at his son, who looked at him with fear in his eyes. “Now get your ass to bed, and I don’t want to hear another fucking sound from you for the rest of the night. Understood?” He roared with authority. The 16 year old boy looked up at his father with fear and shock. Frank would never use that kind of language with his kids even when he’d discipline him. “Understood.. Sir..” The boy said as he marched back to his room. He turned back around to me the fire still in his eyes. “Woah that was kinda.. Hot.” I said. “You ain’t seen nothin yet.” He growled as he picked me up and threw me over his shoulders and smacked my ass hard. “There’s gonna be some changes around this house, but don’t worry I think I know a way for you to stay on my good side.” He said as he carried me to his bedroom where he rammed my ass all night with his thick daddy cock. I think I’m gonna like the new house rules

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A man stumbled through the alley, his lungs burning and his heart racing. His vision blurred, he couldn't tell if it was from the tears streaming down his face or the alcohol coursing through his veins. The cold, hard pavement beneath him did little to steady his shaking hands as he tried to fish out his keys. Suddenly, a bright light shone down upon him, and before he knew it, strong arms were lifting him off the ground and slamming him against the brick wall. The world spun, his head pounded, and the last thing he remembered was the voice of the officer, young and unsympathetic, telling him to get a hold of himself and get out of here.

The next thing he knew, he was in the cop's body, looking down at his own, bruised and battered, lying unconscious on the ground.

Confused and disoriented, he felt the weight of the gun holstered at his side and the badge pinned to his chest. The officer's voice echoed in his mind, telling him to not get caught up in this life again. He glanced around the alley, still reeling from the sudden body swap, and decided it was time to get out of there.

He climbed into the cop car and took a moment to familiarize himself with the controls and features of his new body. The car was in great condition, just like the officer's. He started it up and drove off, carefully navigating through the city streets. As he drove, he tried to make sense of what had happened and how he could possibly get back to his own body.

His thoughts were interrupted by a sudden urge. He glanced down at his crotch and felt a stirring in his pants. He felt the officer's urges. He fought against the feeling, trying to focus on finding a way to switch back. But the urge grew stronger, and before he knew it, he was pulling the car over to the side of the road and unzipping his pants.

He leaned forward, burying his face in his hands, trying to block out the sensation of her touch on his skin. The cop car felt hot and claustrophobic, and he couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching him. He closed his eyes and let go, giving in to the pleasure that coursed through his body.

The release was brief but powerful, and as it subsided, he felt a sense of shame and disgust wash over him. He sat up and wiped his hands on his pants, trying to erase the memory of what had just happened. He knew he needed to get out of the car, away from the officer's urges. He reached for the door handle, but before he could open it, a thought occurred to him.

He could use the cop's resources to find a way to switch back. With determination, he started the car again and began to drive through the city, searching for any clue as to how he could return to his own body. The weight of the gun and the badge seemed heavier than ever, a constant reminder of the life he had left behind.

As he drove, he caught sight of a mirror and gasped. His face was the same as the officer's, the same features that had berated and threatened him only hours ago. He reached up and touched his own face, feeling the unfamiliar skin. It was like looking at a stranger, someone who had taken over his life

The Best Method

You are here because you are interested in getting a new body, a new life that will enable you to unleash your potential and become truly happy. I can understand that feeling, as I have walked through that path many times. My main recommendation is not to do it, it is a dangerous process. But hey, if you are willing to do it, it is best that you know the best method to do it.

First lets go with the ideas that are a no go. First of all, don’t go with a greedy corporation and pay for a brain transplant. To be honest, probably this is not an option for most people. It is very expensive, it cost more than a million dollars and, obviously, it is not covered by any insurance. Even if you are able to pay it, I do not recommend it as there are two many involved in the process. Doctors, Admin Staff, so many people knew about your change. God forbids that some document is leaked, and your fantasy live goes to hell. Also, let’s remember, very few people are willing to volunteer and give their bodies to a stranger. Sure, that is true for most of the methods shown in this list. But in other methods the chances that an authority learns what you have done are null. That is what happened to my friend Byron. He was lucky enough to trick a homeless guy and steal his body. Oh, but one of the nurses talked too much. Now, he is on the run. Sure, he now has a nice body, but having that kind of life is definitely not worth it.

Something that I also don’t recommend is using body suit serums. Yeah, you may be surprised by hearing this, knowing how popular the method is. But you must understand, the technology is not there yet. You end up wearing the skin of someone else over your body. It is effective, it is fun, and it allows you to live someone else’s life. However, you will notice how ineffective this method is when summer hits. Its like wearing a feather jacket, super uncomfortable. Just a couple of days in and you will want to get rid of it. My friend Tommy insists that this is the best method as it does not leave any track behind. But well, Tommy is always shirtless. Yeah, he enjoys walking like that… but I can assure you that there are more effective ways to steal someone else flesh.

Now, using ancient artifacts that switch you in the spot are also a no go. This include classics such as body switching medallions or ancient talismans. Fully understand why people love them. The issue is that things can become quite unpredictable really fast and, believe me, it can end very bad. That is what happened to Josh. He wanted to take over the life of his boss. Completely understandable as he was a stud. However, his boss was not going to let someone steal his life without a fight. Things got messy and I just receive a call in the middle of the night with Josh asking my help in getting rid of his former self. Yeah, at the end things work for Josh, but I am not sure how he can sleep at night knowing how violently he killed his former self.

A very similar situation is taking a potion and shapeshifting into another person. Yeah, you can look like the person, but the real one is out there. Don wanted to have the body of his neighbor, Aiden, so bad that he take a brew that allowed him to take his form permanently. Gladly, he was not interested in killing his neighbor. He just wanted the looks and, a couple weeks later, he moved to a remote area in Alaska. Aiden will never know that he has a doppelganger out there. Yeah, Don says he is happy… but you now, I really don’t believe him.

However, the absolute method that you should never do, is transferring your soul to a piece of clothing. I really don’t understand how this trend began but is dumb as shit. My nephew Lucas decided to put his soul in a cap. He was lucky that this big dude found it. However, lets be real, yeah… Lucas is controlling the body of that hunk. But it is not sustainable. Sooner or later, that man will need to take a shower and that means that the cap would need to be taken off. It was a dumb move by Lucas, I just hope that he enjoys passing the rest of his life alone inside this man’s closet.

But well, now lets talk about the methods that really work. An easy one, that anybody could do, is entering the spirit world via astral projection and posses the body of anyone that you want. That is how my best friend, Bill, got his body. Why this is not my number one. Well, because when you do Astral Projection, you left your own body vulnerable to be taken by undesirable creatures. They are usually not dangerous; they cannot harm a human physically. But they are creatures of chaos. Yeah, Bill loves his new body, and he has no issue that his old body was locked down on a mental institution. Still, there are better ways of holding a new life.

That is exactly what I did. When I meet Tobias, I knew that he was the one. I try to befriend him, we were never close, but at least he didn’t feel uncomfortable when we were alone. That was critical as my method require that we stay alone for a very long time. What it was? Well, it is called fusion. Literally, I just grabbed him by the arm and my body just started to absorb him. Of course, he tried to fight, but that only accelerated the process. At the end, where Tobias stood only a pile of clothes were left. Now, I could easily switch between two forms. Taking advantage of which body was more advantageous for each situation. Yeah, it is the perfect crime, so I do not understand why no more people opt for this transformation method. Well, who I am to judge. Anyone can do what makes them happy. But tell me, what is your favorite transformation method?

Hailey woke up and groaned. How was she so hungover? All she did for the 4th was watch her crazy republican Uncle Joe and cousin Bucky smash beers and spew nonsense.

Her nose crinkled, the room stank like stale warm beer. In fact, she was lying in a puddle of it!

“What the…HUH?” Her voice, normally quiet and soft, came out as a deep rasp. A familiar rasp. Hailey sat up straight and noticed the extra weight on her. Since when was she so heavy? Was it the hangover?

She slowly glanced towards a pile of empty beer cans, and behind it, a mirror.

Staring at her wide-eyed was her cousin Bucky. His curly blond hair a mess, still wearing last night’s American flag tank top.

“Bucky? Is that you…? Wait…that’s me! I’m you!” Her fingers flew to her hair to confirm the blond all-American curls were indeed hers. So different from her mousy brown hair.

She looked down at the damp tank she was wearing. Heaving pecs covered in wiry hair greeted her. Gingerly, she probed them, unused to the feeling of hair on her chest.

“This must be a dream…” her calloused fingers brushed a nipple and she inhaled sharply. “A really realistic dream…”

Despite being trapped in her crazy cousin’s body, Hailey stood up and flexed in the mirror. Two cannonball-like biceps sprung up. “Damn! No wonder he’s so cocky!”

A sharp smell hit her nose and she crinkled it. “Ah come on…” she stared at the thick pit hair he never bothered to trim. Her first time as a guy and she’s trapped in the hairiest one she knows. The blond thicket of hair was damp and sweaty, and the smell got stronger the closer she brought her face to it. Twisting the coarse hair in her fingers, she pulled at it curiously.

Between her legs, something twitched. Something that wasn’t there before she woke up today. In horror, she peeked down her brawny chest at the heavy bulge that was in her tight denim shorts.

“I shouldn’t…I don’t want to know what Bucky’s dick looks like…” she shook her head and stood up. In the mirror, Bucky did the same. Not only were her chest and arms packed with muscle, Hailey turned and observed his powerful thighs that led to a big dump truck of an ass.

“It’s bigger than mine! Not fair.” She exclaimed in his deep voice. His cock twitched again as she slapped her new butt.

Sighing, Hailey felt the urgent need to empty her bladder. Must be all the beer he drank last night. She lumbered over to the bathroom and flipped on the light.

He kept this place a mess! Shavings were all over the sink, the floor was covered in dirty underwear, and the mirror was splattered with toothpaste and god knows what.

“Just don’t look at it,” she muttered, walking over to the dirty toilet. Unzipping her fly, she awkwardly fished out his penis with the very tips of her fingers.

The sound of a crashing heavy stream resounded. “Bullseye!” She laughed. Ok, one peek couldn’t hurt.

She looked down and gasped. Even soft, Bucky’s penis was at least 8 inches long. It was thick as well, and the vein that ran along it pulsed as she pissed. Surrounding it, much like the hair on his legs, was a thick wiry blond bush that also has seemingly never been trimmed.

She marveled at what was currently attached to her, and as her piss continued to slam against the water, Bucky’s cock began to lengthen. Slowly, inch by inch, it became harder and harder. Her stream began to raise as well, missing the water completely now and hitting the edge of the bowl.

“Fuck fuck fuck! No!!” She gripped his beard length to keep from pissing on the wall but failed as the last streams dripped out. Her knees wobbled as she grabbed it. It was so hard, so BIG! It had to be at least 11 inches now and fully erect.

“Ahh fuck…” The feeling of her calloused hand wrapped around Bucky’s cock was intoxicating. She delicately stroked it and groaned. “Why did I have to become a horny boy,” she lamented. “I can smell his balls from here!” Indeed, a waft of sweat with a slightly different scent hit her nose as her new appendage hardened.

A bead of precum formed at the tip and she touched a finger to it. The sensation was unlike anything she’s ever felt before.

Hypnotized by her hard hairy blond cock, she wrapped both hands around it and began stroking as she walked back into the room.

She plopped down on the couch and fondled her furry balls, staring at the reflection in the mirror as she tugged. Flexing one bicep, she suddenly huffed Bucky’s deep pit like it was muscle memory. The scent of her sweat drove her crazy! Did he always do this?

Tugging on her cock, she watched her heavy balls bounce around. Another hand dug into the thick bush at the base and she pulled on the mound of hair. Her heavy appendage bounced more, up and down hypnotically.

Spitting on her palm, she lubed it up and continued to jerk off. As she did, sweat began to drip down her face, sticking her thick thighs to the couch. She stood up and turned around in the mirror.

Her ass was huge, 2 muscle-bound globes covered in Bucky’s blond wiry hair. Her hard palm smacked a cheek and it jiggled. She pulled her cheeks apart and grinned, “look at you now you homophobic prick!” Carefully, she reached between her cheeks and her fingers found his hole, tight and surrounded by fur. “Wonder what this feels like…”

Spitting on her fingers, she slowly inserted them. Her ass greedily welcomed them as she began to gently finger herself. “Oh, Bucky! You’ve done this before huh!” Her other hand stroked her dick as she felt a man’s prostate for the first time. “Fuck!” Her eyes rolled back in her head as sweat dripped down her powerful masculine body.

Her cock began to feel hotter and hotter as she approached his climax. A feeling like nothing else washed over her as she had her first male orgasm. Ropes of hot white cum shot out of her cock and all over her chest and her eyes crossed from pleasure.

When her balls drained, she steadied her breathing. Being a man was intoxicating, even if she was Bucky!

Downstairs, her uncle shouted. “Bucky! Get your ass down here and help me load up the car!”

“Coming dad!” She yelled back.

Mikey couldn’t believe it was working. That old spell book in his grandfather’s chest was for real. Holding Saul’s hand, he could feel a strange energy fill his body. 

“Holy shit lil’ dude” the older boy exclaimed. “Look at you!”  

Mike glanced to the side where he had his mirror and look at his reflection in shock. He was rapidly growing, almost reaching Saul’s height as a senior. His shirt felt increasingly constrictive as his arms bulged, chest muscles began to push the fabric, back widened. Take off the glasses and ditch the button-up and he could pass as part of the swimming team, or maybe the soccer team... 

“Wow...” was all he could muster in his new, slightly huskier voice. 

“Bro...” Saul nudged him, but the boy was too enraptured in his marvelous growth to notice the older boy begin to dwindle in height and lose much of his size. 

“Bro! I think you’re good for now! Let go!” Saul called louder this time, using his free arm to pull off Mikey’s hand from his own. 

“Oh!” Mikey exclaimed as he came to himself. “I’m sorry! I was so...” he began to mutter as his eyes went back to the mirror and his improved form “-amazed...” he concluded as he tried to move around in his too-small clothes. 

“Yeah... I noticed...” Saul commented in an annoyed tone as he lifted his arms to see how baggy his shirt was now. He silently appreciated the belt holding up his shorts. “Anymore and I’d come out of this looking like a middle schooler... “ 

Mikey looked at his friend, noticing how they practically saw eye to eye now, but the bulk and size the eighteen-year-old had before were gone. He’d still pass for a senior, maybe a junior, but a more average looking one now.  

He smirked. “Nah! You’re still a big boy.” He playfully patted him on the shoulder. “Besides, you’d probably be a cute middle schooler anyway.” He commented. 

“Don’t get any ideas, Mikey!” He pointed at Mike. “Don’t make me regret this!” 

Mikey nodded. “Don’t worry! I promise I won’t.” He hugged his friend, feeling the new power in his arms. If he wanted, he thought, he could hold Saul like that with minimal effort. It felt good. During his strong hug he could swear he felt a poke against his leg, but as he let go, he could see nothing out of the ordinary, aside from what could be a slight blush on Saul’s heavy tanned skin. 

“Thank you! I mean it!” Mikey said. “I just need to stop being kicked around by Hank and his imbecile posse. And now,” he attempted to flex a bicep, but stopping as soon as he started hearing a tear in the fabric “I can! And all thanks to you.” 

“Yeah yeah! I know I’m awesome!” Saul waved. “Just give me back my...” he looked up and down to the burgeoning athlete in dork clothes “you know, everything, next week. That should be enough...”  

“Don’t worry.” Mike said with a wink. “I’ll put your... everything to good use!” 

-- 

Saul left soon after and Mikey thanked the heavens. He couldn’t stand in these terribly tight clothes anymore! His shirt, his socks, but more urgent yet, his underwear. 

Taking off his button shirt with effort, Mikey was in awe of his new sculpted pecs protruding from his chest, he caressed them and followed down to an immaculate row of abs connecting to his waist. He pulled off the trousers, that now looked like they were close to tearing at the seams. His legs were wide and powerful. His feet looked bigger, even. And gazing up he stopped at his poor white briefs, pushing and compressing an impressive bulge. 

“Wow...” He moaned. “I guess I got some of Saul’s ‘other’ size too...” He thought as he pulled down the last piece of constrictive clothes. A long, girthy semi erect dick whipped out of the small nerdy briefs. “I must be, like... 7 inches now!” Mikey said, grabbing his newly improved fuckstick. It felt heavy in his hand, being accustomed to his 4 incher. “Poor Saul.” He thought, making a note to return him his size as soon as he could. 

“But for now...” He smirked and flexed his huge biceps. His dick twitched at the sight. “I want to enjoy the ride.” 

-- 

Saul was getting restless. The week was almost over and not a word for his neighbor. Mikey was always a good kid, and he was tired of hearing how he was constantly getting bullied by some idiot jocks... 

He looked at his mirror. He missed his muscles and the size he used to carry, but he couldn’t help thinking how he kinda looked cuter with a bit less meat in his bones, more of an average but still charming high school boy. He felt a tingle in his lower area, making him rethink all of that. If he knew Mikey’s weird spell would also drain away his size down there, he’d probably reconsider being a donor. Even in his boxers, there was hardly any bump in the front. His healthy looking 6 incher, now closer to 4, at most... 

Suddenly there was a strong knock at the door. 

Mikey! It had to be him! 

Saul flew down the stairs, only in a baggy t-shirt and boxers. He wasn’t prepared for who was waiting on the other side of the door. 

A hulking muscular beast walked in. “Hey there little dude.” He said in a deep voice as he looked down at Saul. “Did you get smaller since I last see you?” 

“Mikey?” Saul asked incredulous. This muscle god was at least 7 feet tall by now, his massive chest barely covered by a tank top, strong thick arms stretched behind his head exposing a pair of sweaty and moderately hairy pits. The monster smirked at Saul, and it was clear it was his friend’s face. More masculine, more defined, perfect skin instead of the normal zits, a killer smile... 

“I go by Mike now. Mikey was giving people the impression I was some tiny nerd or something.” He brings one of his arms down and casually adjusts his crotch. “And there’s nothing tiny here, right?” He laughs.  

Saul could see the outline of the massive snake in his underwear, easily spotted in all its thick glory even through the sweatpants Mike was wearing. 

“What...what happened? You were like...not half as big last week.” Saul asked the giant teen boy. 

“Well, it was all thanks to you, buddy!” He said as he walked towards Saul and grabbed him in a strong hug. Saul’s head resting against the boy’s giant pec. He suddenly felt inundated by the smell coming from his arms. Saul’s head started swimming and a tingle made his dick twitch. 

“You should’ve seen Hank’s face!” Mike laughed and let go of Saul, walking towards the living room and sitting in the sofa, legs wide apart. “When he saw I was as tall as him and was like, as jacked as him, I think he shat his pants. For the first day in my high school life, they left me alone. I couldn’t believe it was that easy!” 

“That’s great! But then-” Saul tried to speak. 

“I wasn’t done speaking, bro.” Mike interrupted, in a calm, but authoritative way. His voice caused a tingle to spread down Saul’s spine and into his lower area. 

“Well, you won’t believe what those pussies tried next!” He continued, now in a friendlier tone. Saul, however, couldn’t shake off the force the boy exuded and the respect he commanded with a simple sentence. He stood in front of the huge teen as he stretched on the couch.  

“They waited for me outside the school the next day. Waited for me to be alone and then Hank grabbed me and dragged me to old warehouse. I guess he thought he couldn’t put me in my place alone now, so he wanted to gang up on me where no one could see. Can you imagine though? How could those losers ever think my place was beneath them?” He laughed at the notion. 

“And wasn’t he surprised when he noticed my shoulders were too wide for him to grab me like that. And weren’t his friends shocked when he let go of me and was just a skinny brat. You should’ve seen his face. Wait. You can actually see it. I took pictures.” Mike said, picking his phone from his pocket. Turning the screen to Saul, the awe-struck boy could see a kid looking no older than 12, swimming in his oversized clothes, looking up in shock. 

“Glad I remembered grandad’s spell, eh?” He winked at Saul, who nodded, not wanting to interrupt his friend again. 

“Well, after the brat was taken care of, his friends were easy pickings, to be honest. With every bit of muscle I took, I took ability, masculinity, everything that made them jocks. They had nowhere to run, and I took it all.” He laughed. 

“So, what do you think lil’ bro?” Mike smirked at Saul as he flexed his gigantic biceps. 

Saul dry swallowed. What did he think. Right in front of him was the biggest 15-year-old in the world, most likely. He exuded power and masculinity. He fumbled for words. He felt butterflies in his stomach and the tingling in his dick was stronger than ever. Not just his dick, either. He felt a yearning, inside... 

“Mike-” he almost used his old nickname. “That’s insane. You’re like, bodybuilder huge!”  

“I know, right? Pretty sick!” He guffawed. “Didn’t feel the need to drain them as much as Hanky boy, but they’re pretty much nobodies now. Horny submissive nobodies, actually.” Saul was shook. “They can’t seem to quit my dick, now.” 

“But then again.” Mike grabbed a handful of cock “I got about four jocks worth of testosterone and musk so...” He looked suggestively at Saul “who would be able to...” 

Saul tried to repress the growing feeling inside him. “But your folks? I live right next door and saw nothing different. No one was surprised about this much growth?” He tried to change the subject. 

“Oh that!” Mike waved. “Another one of grandad’s spells. Basically, it normalized things. If you’re outside the spell, that’s how things always were. Kids at school all think that this is how I always looked. Well except for Hanky boy and the bottom bunch. Even if they wanted to tell someone what happened no one would believe them. I think they like knowing their muscles made me this huge, and if they don’t, they should. But yeah, since you were outside that spell it probably, sorta normalized things for you too...”   

Saul just nodded. It made sense. Even though his head was spinning from all this information and the increasing muskiness in the room. 

“So yeah. It’s all thanks to you, lil’ buddy!” Mike reached in front and grabbed Saul until the smaller 18-year-old was straddling his huge quad. Mike’s strong arms surrounded the boy and hugged him tightly. Saul couldn’t help himself but sitting on his friend's leg and putting his hands on his muscular body. 

“I came over to honor my end of the deal. Give you back your muscle. Your height. A few inches down there...” he chuckled. “Unless you don’t want me to.” 

Saul looked shockingly into his friend’s eyes, still holding to his pecs and shoulders. How could he think that was the case. For an entire week he’s been forced to live without his hard-earned physique. It’s not like it’s that bad, and he had to admit he fit real comfortably on Mike’s lap like that, but still... 

“Unless you want me to keep them. Keep looking like this.” He spoke softly, in a voice that twisted his thoughts. 

 “I think that’s what you want.” He chuckled softly; poking Saul’s modest but raging boner. A large wet spot already had formed on the front of his boxers. “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can pay you back some other way.” Mike’s big meaty hand slid down Saul’s slender back until it found his supple ass. Saul yelped as the hand caressed his backside. “I’ll make sure to give it all to you. Again, and again...” He whispered at his ear. 

“But you have to be the one to say so.” He continued. “So, what will it be?”  

Saul still looked at his friend’s eyes, his hands wandered freely on Mike’s massive chest. He couldn’t think straight, and the yearning inside grew and grew until he finally admitted to himself what it really was.  

He wanted this muscle god inside him. He knew he’d gladly give all his muscle, all his masculinity, just to be owned by this perfect specimen. No matter how many others there were; to know he was Mike’s. To be used as he saw fit. Saul could only hope he was able to give more to this example of athletic perfection. More of his height, so he’d be smaller, and Mike could manhandle him with even more ease, more of his dick and balls, now useless for Mike’s intended purpose, so he could add more to the python and orange sized balls his former nerd friend now had. 

And as he imagined that and he became even more hungry for cock, Saul felt himself sink deeper, fit even more snugly in Mike’s embrace. He could feel the teenage titan stretch a bit more; his spine extend a couple more inches; his frame swell with some more pounds of muscle...  

Saul looked up at Mike and approached his mouth to his, still afraid to make any noise, and meekly nodded. After all, the choice was obvious. 

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Well this has been my first "longer" story and the first experiment in making stories without a picture for inspiration and instead drawing random themes from a choice wheel. This time the themes were Muscle Theft and Corruption ;)

The AI picture is just meant as a placeholder for now, as I haven't found a appropriate picture for it ( and I know you pervs prefer TF stories with pictures). I invite people to submit pictures to accompany this story. And finally, if you have suggestions of other places I could post my longer stories from now on, please let me know!!