His Cousins Hat

His Cousin’s Hat

The second Jake put on the hat, he could tell something was up. He had snuck into his step-cousin Matt’s room while he was out at the firing range with his dad and uncle. Jake had always had a bit of a crush on hot, red-neck Matt, though he dared not tell his family, and he snuck into his room to see if he could try on any of his clothes. A bright orange baseball cap caught his eye, and he instinctively reached for it and tried it on.

And that’s when the changes started happening. First, he felt himself start to get taller, if only slightly. Part of him thought it was all in his mind, when he felt a sudden soreness in his chest. He looked down to see his pecs inflating outwards, stretching out his t-shirt as his lower abdomen began to suck in.

“Fuck,” Jake whispered, pulling the now tight t-shirt over his head. Abs were beginning to pertrude  where his small belly once was. In addition, two cum-gutters were forming just above his waistline, pointing down towards his legs, which were starting to fill up his jeans.

Next were the arms. Jake felt them stretching, getting heavier and brushing up against his inflating lats. He rushed into Matt’s bathroom to look in the mirror. Sure enough, two massive peaks were forming on his biceps, his shoulder growing broader and his traps snaking up towards his neck.

On his face, his features were subtly shifting, growing smaller and more defined. Facial hair began to lightly pepper his face as Jake let out a satisfied grunt. Wait, he thought, is that my voice?

“Is that my voice?” he asked the ever inflating reflection. It was a deep, husky voice, a bit of a sexy southern drawl peppered in for good measure. “God damn,” he said, continuing to admire the new body, “God da— oooohhh…”

He let out a pleasured groan as the final step of the transformation started to occur. He felt a powerful heat emit from his crotch, and he grabbed for it in shock. And that’s when he started to feel it: his dick, inflating and growing in his grip. He could feel his massive ball sack churning out hot man juice and pumping it throughout his body, which was now starting to look like that of a young muscle model.

When the pumping finally subsided, he unzipped his now uncomfortably tight jeans and let all twelve inches of his thick new cock spill out onto Matt’s bathroom countertop.

Jake looked back up in the mirror at the new man standing before him. His body was perfectly sculpted, every new muscle glistening with hot, post-transformation stress. He flexed his bicep, and his dick jumped up from the counter. He was getting turned on by his own body!

With his free hand, he stroked his new big dick while flexing his bicep. “Aw yeah man,” he started to dirty talk to his reflection in that deep southern voice, “fuck yeah man, look at me. Fuckin’ massive. Aw yeah, I’m gonna make me cum…”

He felt his whole body grow hotter as his dick tensed in anticipation. Every muscle tensed, and Jake felt a wave of pleasure like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He let out a big, manly moan as he shot spurt after spurt of hot silvery man juice onto Matt’s mirror. It felt like he was standing there for hours, cuming over and over, testosterone shooting through his veins as he embraced his newfound man-hood.

When he was finally done, Jake ran his sticky hands over his sweat-drenched muscles, feeling the deep, warm crevices of every singe one of them. He loved his new body, he was just going to have a lot of explaining to do when his step-cousin got back from the range. And a lot of cleaning to do as well…

There’s a Spell for That

As soon as I opened my apartment door, I knew the enchantment had worked.  A gentle sighing moan from the master bedroom could only mean that Fabio, the smoking hot contractor working on remodelling my kitchen, had taken the bait and was ready for me to play with.

I’d been looking forward to this moment all day.  Ever since he’d first come by to produce a quotation, I knew I had to have him.  Something about his latin good looks, muscular physique and the obvious disdain he had for ‘queers’ like me combined to make me weak at the knees.

Immediately, I decided that he would be mine and thinking how hot it would be to get the tattooed brute into (and then out of) one of my designer suits, I contrived a plan to make it happen.  The enchantment was simplicity itself once I’d discovered one of his dark pubes on the floor in the bathroom.  A few muttered words from one of my favourite spell books and all I had to do was slip the hair inside the pocket of the suit I’d selected for Fabio to model for me.

Having to be at work early, I left the suit hanging in my closet with the door and that of my room left invitingly open.  If the result last time I used this particular enchantment was anything to go by, Fabio couldn’t possibly last more than a few hours before becoming ensnared by the spell’s magic.  Of course, I’d lose a day on my remodelling project but it would be a small price to pay for an evening in the arms of a stud like Fabio.

Needless to say I didn’t get much work done at the office and several people asked if I was OK.  If only they knew!  My thoughts kept wandering back to my apartment.  I imagined the tattooed stud becoming increasingly distracted as he went about his work, drawn for some unknown reason to the closet in my room.  Eventually, he wouldn’t be able to resist anymore and would enter carefully so as not to disturb anything while looking around, searching the room for the source of his compulsion.

After a moment, his eyes would land on the rich dark material of my suit, hanging so innocently in the closet, and his fate would be sealed.  Lifting the hangar from the rail, I imagined the gasp of pleasure and bulge in his work pants as his cock swelled, pre-cum leaking freely into his underwear as the desire to slide into the expensive garment took hold.

Within moments, his normal work attire would be discarded forgotten along with his inhibitions as he began to dress again in my clothes.  What colour shirt would he select?  Would he pick a tie to match?  I had no idea but I couldn’t wait to find out.

He’d probably be wondering why he was dressing in his employer’s clothes but the nervous, erotic sensations would soon quell any lingering sense or propriety.  As each garment slips onto his firm, athletic body, the thrill and sensuous tingle of the expensive fabric would send shivers of excitement to his cock and when finally dressed, he would be captivated, entirely in thrall to the clothes and ready and waiting for his Master.

Walking quietly down the hallway, I peered around and then stood in the doorway to my bedroom and was greeted with a sight that went beyond even my wildest expectations.

Fabio was there, as of course I knew he would be, but what a transformation!  Gone was the uncouth, arrogant construction worker I’d hired last week and in his place, a suited stud lay with his pants around his ankles, reclining on my bed as he stroked his delicious looking cock with a smouldering look in his eyes.

I don’t know if he’d ever worn a suit before or whether the enchantment had helped him dress but whatever the case, he looked immaculate.  The dark suit was set off by a purple tie and the white pocket square neatly accented the crisp white shirt.  The tattoos visible on his hands were the only sign that this wasn’t a successful executive but a blue collar contractor.  The subtle, visible signs of his true personality made my cock twitch with excitement as I drank in the view.

It was clear that any lingering disgust for 'queers and fags’ had evidently been purged from the new and improved Fabio as his hungry eyes seemed to devour me in a most gratifying way.  He ran his tongue around his beard framed lips slowly and deliberately, glancing suggestively at his hardening member and asked me what I was waiting for.

Wasting no time to take up his invitation, I slipped off my suit jacket and shoes, loosened my tie and eased myself gently onto the bed next to him, our combined weight drawing us closer together as his rich, masculine scent enveloped me.  I savoured a brief moment gazing into the rich mocha pools of his eyes before our lips met in a hot, passionate kiss and I surrendered to his assertive hands as they eagerly explored my body.

It’s too bad this was just going to be for one night.  Unless…I pondered for a moment…there’s a spell for that.

One sip, and his pecs jutted out from his chest a little bit more. A second sip, his biceps ballooned out, pushing up and stretching out his shirt sleeves. Third sip, he flipped his hat around without even realizing it. It was on the fourth sip that he got that dumb look on his face. Fifth sip, and he was all mine.

“Flex for me, bro,” I told him.

He put his big arms above his head and put a cocky look on his face.

“Yeah, bro,” I complimented him, “Nice arms.”

He let out a dumb chuckle and continued flexing for himself. He was completely oblivious of his instant muscle growth. All he knew was that he was fuckin’ big now, and he wanted to show it off.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. Damn, his voice had gotten so deep and dumb-sounding.

“I think you’ve had enough to drink tonight, though,” I said. I raised an eyebrow and looked at the bottle that he had continued sipping from. With each sip he took, he was becoming more and more simple-minded. If he kept it up at this pace, I doubted he’d even be able to string a sentence together by the end of the night. 

“This shit is fuckin’ lit, bro,” he slurred, “What the fuck is in this shit?”

“Just a special little serum I invented to help turn you into a dumb, muscular frat bro,” I smiled.

“Huh?” What I had just told him had clearly gone over his head. “Whatever, bro. That sounds like some fuckin’ stupid science shit or somethin’.”

“You can’t!” I told my friend Melissa.  "You have to reverse it, I take it back, I’m sorry!“ I wanted to cry, but I was currently too shocked, I think, and my body was coursing through with hormones.  I could scarcely belief it – she’d really injected me.

“Listen, you don’t want to be a real feminist and you want to stick up for men so often, then you can just fucking be one and join them.  I’m done with self-loathers who want to sympathize with the patriarchy.”

“But I am a real feminist!” I screamed, “I said I’m sorry!”

“It’s too late for sorry,” Melissa said.  "Just fuck off and die, I really don’t care,“ she said, turning her back and slamming the door as she left.

I knew there wasn’t any cure that I was aware of, but I can’t believe she actually had done this to me.  There had to be some way… but there wasn’t, I knew, as I watched in something akin to horror as my legs thickened and pulsed with muscle, sprouting dark, swirling hair all over them.  It was coming in on my face, too, my arms, even my chest, which was hardening up into a male torso so fast.  I couldn’t think clearly, I felt dizzy, and I felt my balls drop down in my shorts…I had a cock now, oh fuck.  Oh fuck, man, what am I gonna do?” I thought as the changes seemed to be intensifying.  Oh fuck, naw man, this can’t be real!  I don’t want to be a horny, hairy motherfucker!

Lachlan had been eager all night to see if the Great Shift would affect him. It had been happening all day. Reports of mass body swaps around the globe. It seemed to happen to people randomly, some wanting it and some dreading it. Lachlan loved his body, but the idea of becoming someone else, even just for a bit, sounded so amazing.

Well Lachlan was in for the surprise of his life when he began to feel a little lightheaded after dinner. His mother and father had been swapped with two horny teenagers and his younger brother claimed to be a famous porn star which creeped Lachlan out. He hoped that the Great Shift would treat him to a much better body. “Please be a guy, please be a guy…” He said aloud as he started to black out. It was happening!

Lachlan regained consciousness and the Great Shift did turn out to be a success to him after all. He was standing in the middle of the gym and he felt significantly taller and bulkier. Lachlan nearly tumbled over, coming to his new senses. “Oh my god! It did work! Look at me!” Lachlan said excitedly which looked strange on this older guy’s more mature face. “I’m… I’m like a daddy now!” Lachlan flexed his new muscles and admired the awesome tattoo on his right arm. He traced his abs and got ahold of his meaty, hairy pecs. “I’m also… American now? This is so awesome!” Lachlan snapped a few selfies in the mirror and enjoyed his new sexy appearance. He had a boner in his shorts that felt so great for this guy.

Some of the fellow gym-goers looked strangely at Lachlan in his new hunky dad bod, but considering this wasn’t the first Great Shift episode today, they had a pretty good idea what happened to him. “Hey, uh Greg, is that you?” One of the fellow gym trainers said to Lachlan, approaching him cautiously. “Oh, um. Well. I’m not Greg… It’s not my fault I swear!” Lachlan said, guilty that someone instantly recognized he was stealing this guy’s body. Lachlan ran off into the locker room to get dressed and leave the gym ASAP. If he had this glorious body to himself, he was gonna use it in a place where no one would recognize him - the gay club!

Special thanks to @lachlancarter and @jakecharlez for the photo submissions. I love using pics from fans!