GBF Was Absolutely Amazing. I Hope We Get To Read More Like That! Straight Dudes Trapped In Overly Gay

GBF was absolutely amazing. I hope we get to read more like that! Straight dudes trapped in overly gay brains.

Thank you so much for saying so! I loved writing GBF.

Definitely hoping to post some new straight to gay content soon, along with a few other series in the works! Thanks everyone for being patient as always with my sporadic posting.

As a small treat:

Jacob was horrified, unable to scream save for the wimpy mewing coming from his inflating, pillowy lips. All he wanted was to surprise his girlfriend with a pink dildo for her birthday; a particularly lewd gift, sure, but his main goal was that maybe she’d have fun with the toy and send him videos of her pleasuring her pussy with it.

He’s- was a man’s man, after all. A big cocky jock with a submissive girlfriend he loved to dominate, but the minute he picked up the package everything started to change. He couldn’t resist taking out the dildo, going from laughing at it to nibbling his lip, feeling his hips and waist contract and tighten, unaware that his clothes have changed into a colorful jersey (the gayest jersey he’s ever seen) and a jockstrap that leaves nothing to the imagination. He can see blonde hair hanging in his face, he takes his free hand and runs it across a hairless, small body. What the fuck?!

And then his asshole starts burning, at first irritating him and then overwhelming him with waves of lust and want, the dildo in his hand doesn’t look so funny anymore. “OMG!! My toy got here early!” The voice leaving his lips doesn’t belong to him, it’s too shrill and happy and gay, but nothing about this body belongs to him anymore.

Wasting no time, the newly minted twink gets to work pleasuring his gaped, desperate to be filled hole. All the while ignoring the screams and pleas of the jock trapped inside his mind & forced to come along for the ride. “Can’t wait to show my bestie my dildo!! She’ll be sooo jealous.”

Your stories and images are beyond incredible. My favorite blog on tumblr BY FAR. Truly incredible work. I guess it’s kind of selfish, so absolutely so absolutely no worries, at the very least I got to tell you how much I appreciate and love your content. But I’m a short, nerdy, thin, art student in college right now. I’m tired of being in the closet, I’m tired of being a push over, Im tired of being weak and submissive, I’m tired of being a virgin, and I wanna change. Maybe you could help with a story by turning me into one of those jaw dropping beautiful confident men that you make the pictures of, I would very much appreciate it. But no worries if you can’t, I just love your content!

Confidence

Nathaniel sighed quietly, as he came over his hairless stomach. Of course, he had to be quiet! The dorm walls were paper-thin, and he certainly didn't want the guys from the neighboring dorm rooms to hear him. He looked at the website once more, with the story and the hot buff men before he closed the incognito browser tab and proceeded to clean himself up.

When he looked into the bathroom mirror, he sighed again, but this time, it was a sigh of sadness. There really wasn't anything remotely impressive about him. He was thin and weak, and pathetic really. If it wasn't for his lack of boobs and his sorry excuse for a dick, he could very well pass as a woman. In fact, he had been mistakenly called "Madame" more than once, and one time, he had even been asked "how his transition was going".

No, Nathan was a cis man, just not a very impressive one. He was gay, of course, and loved to look at 'real' men while jerking his small cock. Most of the time, he fantasized about some hairy brute rough-handling him, pushing his face against the bed and fucking his tiny ass into submission. However, even though the thought was exciting to Nathan, he even more wished to *be* such a man. The rational part of Nathan knew that both fantasies would not happen anytime, though. It was physically impossible to just *become* a 'real man', and it was impossible for Nathan to even admit to anyone that he was gay. So, he would probably just stay a closeted virgin forever - doomed to masturbate to some kinky stories he was so embarrassed about that he only dared to look at them from an incognito browser tab.

He sighed a third time when he crawled into bed. Perhaps someday he would accept his fate.

Nathan was already almost asleep when he heard the firework starting outside. Right. It was New Year’s Eve. What a way to start the new year.

The next morning, Nathan was feeling a bit better. Of course, his deep-rooted unhappiness still lingered within him, but Nathan decided to try and enjoy the day. He liked new year’s days. Everyone usually was at home after having celebrated the whole night which meant that the world outside was very quiet. Not much happened on New Year’s Day.

Nathan decided to go to a nearby cafe. There, with a steaming mug of hot chocolate next to him, he got out his drawing utensils and looked around the place. There weren't too many people. An older couple sat together, the man reading a book, and the woman reading a magazine, while an elderly lady sat at the counter. She was probably the owner. However, there was one more guy, a young adult like Nathan, who sat on a nearby table all by himself and was playing on his phone. He had his chair tilted back a bit, stabilizing himself against the wall and rocking a bit. He had earphones in his ear, so he was probably listening to music while doing so.

Nathan's first instinct was to draw the old couple, but then he looked at the other young man again. He looked a bit like one of those men from the internet, the kind that Nathan would fantasize about. Just a bit. The other man wasn't burly and muscular and assertive, but instead he had a lean, fit build. Nathan was a bad judge of character, especially without having spoken to the person in question, but the young man didn't look particularly assertive or dominant either. So, all in all, not too much like the men Nathan longed for on the internet. But still, he had a certain charm to him. Nathan liked the fit, lean body and the aura of positivity the man seemed to exude and wanted to capture that on paper.

Nathan began sketching the man, while occasionally looking up, making sure the man wouldn't notice. However, it was hard to keep his eyes off the guy. Every now and then, he would laugh a bit or make a funny face when watching something on his phone, which Nathan couldn't help but find very attractive.

He was just working on drawing the man's hands, when Nathan suddenly heard someone address him.

"Hey, what are you drawing?" The voice didn't sound rude or unfriendly, but plainly interested. Still, Nathan flinched visibly. The attractive man on the other table had removed one earplug and turned towards Nathan.

"Uh, sorry?" stuttered Nathan, not quite sure how to react. The guy pointed at Nathan's drawing pad and smiled: "You're an artist?"

Nathan could feel the blood rushing to his face. The drawing pad was tilted towards Nathan, so his unvoluntary model could not have seen what exactly Nathan was drawing. He could - no, he should - just lie and tell him he was sketching something in the room. But he just couldn't think of anything and the time for a good answer was running out. Almost involuntarily, Nathan stuttered, with his head red like a tomato: "Uhm, yeah, kind of. I was sketching you, actually."

The guy laughed a short and friendly laugh: "Really? Cool! Can I see it?"

Nathan could feel his heartbeat quicken, and his face got even redder. This was so embarrassing! But he couldn't very well refuse now, could he? So, he placed the pad flat on the table, just as the guy came over and sat himself down on Nathan's table.

"Oh wow!", he sounded impressed. "You're really talented! It's like looking into a mirror."

"Thanks" - Nathan hated getting compliments. Not only didn't he know how to react to them, but he also found them mostly fake. He was an art student, but he wasn't that good really, at least in his own opinion. In the dictionary, there was probably a picture of Nathan right next to the entry for "Imposter Syndrome".

"But why are you drawing me?" Although Nathan had feared that this question might come up, he didn't have a good lie to answer it. It was almost as if his mouth was acting on its own, when Nathan heard himself stammer: "Uh, eh, it's because I... I find you quite handsome actually. Good-looking I mean."

Nathan wished for nothing more than to be swallowed by the earth here and now. But to his big surprise, the guy just laughed again and said: "You think so? Thanks! The name's Oliver by the way." Oliver had, apparently, much less of a problem taking a compliment.

"Nathan." said Nathan and started to relax a tiny bit. However, the situation suddenly got even worse, when Oliver continued, in the same light-hearted voice. "Nice to meet you, Nathan! Are you into guys?"

Nathan froze solid. He hadn't expected that. And even worse, the answer was, of course, yes. But there was no way he could say that, was there? So, instead, he just stared at Oliver with his eyes wide open and a deer-in-headlights look.

"I mean, I'm gay - are you as well?" Oliver explained. "With the whole drawing dudes and all."

Nathan's brain had stopped working properly, so he couldn't help but nod and mumble a faint "yes".

Oliver's smile broadened and he said: "Really? Cool!"

Nathan's mind was racing. He had just admitted his homosexuality. To a complete stranger. Out of the blue. He didn't plan to come out that way, it just... happened.

A moment of awkward silence radiated from Nathan, but, thankfully, Oliver salvaged the situation pretty elegantly.

"Listen Nathan, I'll have to run now. But are you free tomorrow around 2? We could grab a coffee and you could show me some of your drawings if you like."

A spark of bravery, completely foreign to him, awakened in Nathan and he answered: "Y-yes. I think I would like that."

Oliver smiled another of his broad smiles. "Awesome! Let's meet here then tomorrow!"

With that, Oliver nodded at Nathan and left the cafe, putting in his headphone again while humming happily.

Did that really just happen? Nathan looked from the unfinished drawing towards the cafe door. Did he really just... got invited to a date? With a handsome guy named Oliver? Nathan wasn't sure whether to be happy or not. On the one hand, it was a miracle, a once in a lifetime opportunity. A cute and hot guy was actually interested in him! But on the other hand, there was no way he could make a good impression. How desperate had that Oliver guy to be to actually ask *him* out?

A small voice in his head insisted that he could just not show up tomorrow and avoid the whole disappointment. But the spark of bravery was still there, and Nathan fought down the feeling. No, he was going to show. If it turned out to be a disaster, he could still flee the scene - it wasn't like Oliver knew literally anything about him.

Nathan quickly packed his things and returned to his dorm room. Once he arrived, he noticed that he was completely covered in sweat of fear. His shirt showed wet spots under his arms and felt cold to the touch. Disgusted, Nathan immediately went for a shower. Only there, standing under the hot steamy water, Nathan could appreciate what happened. He got *asked out*. On a *date*. With a *guy*. Yesterday he had been certain he would die alone and lonely but then, today, he got *asked out*. Was this really a thing? Did it really happen?

He wasn't sure. He had a hard time believing it. Perhaps the whole thing was just a weird dream? A figment of his imagination. But no. The half-finished drawing was proof enough that Oliver really existed.

When Nathan exited the shower cabin, the whole bathroom was covered in steam, blinding the mirrors. Perhaps this - or the spinning of his thoughts - was the reason that he didn't notice that his hair had changed. Instead of his usual medium length brown-ish hair, he now sported a much shorter hairstyle - in a much darker color, almost black. Be it as it may - Nathan had other things on mind than checking his hair. He spent the whole afternoon and even the evening researching on how to make a good impression on a first date.

The next morning, Nathan slept in, which was pretty unusual for him. His whole frame felt weird, when he crawled out of bed. It wasn't too late, either - he had a comfortable 3 hours until the date. When he passed the bathroom mirror on his morning routine, however, he stopped for a moment. Something was... off about his face. His hair. It looked kind of... different?

Nathan stared at his reflection for a few seconds, straining his mind. Somehow, the shape of his jawbone seemed unfamiliar. And was his hair always that dark, almost black?

Finally, he shook his head. No, he was just seeing things. Of course, that was as it always had been. After having finished his bathroom business, Nathan went for a shower and prepared himself.

An hour later, he stood in front of the mirror, trying out a bunch of outfits and felt slight panic rising inside of him. None of his clothes fit very well, it was like he was cursed! It wasn't that his shirts and pants were much too big or much too small, but for some reason none of his clothes really felt comfortable. Both his favorite shirt and his usual jeans felt somewhat constricting today. Finally, Nathan just put on an outfit, and left his room.

When he entered the cafe, Oliver was already sitting there, two coffee mugs in front of him. He smiled, waved and gestured for Nathan to join him.

"Hello, Nathan!"

"H-hi." said Nathan, his nervousness returning.

"Here, I bought you a coffee!" Oliver pushed one of the mugs over the table.

"Thanks." Nathan was somewhat distracted by the ill-fitting clothes, and he could pretty much feel the nervous sweat practically pouring out of his pores.

"No problem!", said Oliver. "I was early, anyway. How are you doing today?"

"Fine." said Nathan and took a sip of his coffee, trying to hide his nervousness. He vividly remembered all the good advice he had read yesterday, but all that felt just impossible to him.

"So, you're an artist? What do you do?" Oliver asked with genuine interest.

"Well, I study art, I guess. I want to be a concept artist, you know, for games or movies or so. But, eh, right now, I'm just a student, and I'm not really that good."

"That's not how I remember it!" smiled Oliver. "Can you show me more of your work?"

Nathan nodded as he got out his sketchbook. Talking about his art was something he was comfortable with and allowed him to warm up somewhat over the course of the conversation. Oliver appeared to be quite a nice guy and had a lot of questions about drawing, so, Nathan, in turn, started to relax and talk more freely. He found out that Oliver was a veterinary technician and had a part time job at a dog shelter. That, combined with the fact that he was, in general, a really nice and positive guy, made him incredibly appealing to Nathan.

After the two had talked for a while, Oliver suddenly remarked: "You know, I really like your stubble! It really suits you!"

Stubble? What was he talking about? Nathan rarely needed to shave, but he had done so this morning, so, it was absolutely impossible that he should have visible facial hair. And yet, as he felt his chin, his fingers met with bristly short hair, so dense and long that there was no way he could have missed it this morning. Nathan found it strange, to say the least, but didn't want to make a scene in this situation. His spark of courage was a small candle flame now, as he just smiled while he felt his chin and said "Thank you!"

The two continued to chat a bit. While doing so, Nathan tried not to think too much about the fact that his clothes were, somehow, tighter than before.

Finally, Oliver's phone buzzed, and he looked at the screen.

"Damn, it's that late already?"

"What is it?", asked Nathan.

"Oh, the dog shelter. I have a shift soon, I need to go!"

Nathan sighed inwardly. He was really enjoying the date and didn't want it to end. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the feeling of Olivers hand on his. It felt... good. Good and strange, like the texture of his own hand was somewhat wrong, somewhat rougher than before. When he looked up into Oliver's eyes, he found the other man smiling.

"I really enjoyed this. You are a wonderful person, Nathan. We should do this again."

Nathan nodded. He didn't trust his voice right now.

"How about... tomorrow?", Oliver continued. "There's an art exhibition in town, perhaps you would like to go there with me?"

Nathan's heart jumped a beat. He didn't have time or courage yet to go to the exhibition and the prospect of seeing Oliver again so soon was wonderful.

"I would very much like that", Nathan replied and smiled.

"Great! Let's meet there, say at 5?"

"Sure!"

Oliver smiled his beautiful, broad smile, and stood up, leaving some money for the coffees on the table. Nathan too got up, but before he could leave, Oliver stopped him with a warm expression in his eyes. "You know, I really think I like you a lot." He said, and his hand touched Nathan's somewhat bristly cheek. Almost automatically, both of their faces drew closer to each other, until their lips met with the slightest touch. It was a chaste, short kiss, but Nathan could feel Oliver's lips smile when they broke apart.

"See you tomorrow!", said Oliver and left the cafe.

Nathan's knees felt weak, and his heart was beating rapidly. There were a thousand feeling, all happening inside him at once and Nathan needed a moment to sort through them before he was able to move again. There was a part of him that couldn't quite believe what just happened, but the biggest part was just euphoric. He basically jogged back to his home, full of a never experienced energy.

When he arrived in his room, his body was feeling even weirder than before. All of his clothes were way too tight. It was not just that he felt constricted, no, the clothes actually were much too small. He quickly got rid of them, noticing that, again, he had sweated like a pig. As Nathan glanced down on himself, he could almost see that his body was somehow different. Fitter, healthier. It was probably just his imagination, though, caused by his ecstatic mood. He briefly considered taking another shower but postponed it to tomorrow. There would be plenty of time and Nathan felt really glad and tired for today.

Nathan woke up from two different feelings the next morning. First, he felt itchy and sweaty all over his body and was subconsciously scratching himself in his sleep. Second, and perhaps even more importantly, Nathan was experiencing a severe case of morning wood. His manhood was rigid and pulsating under his sheets and was begging for attention. Nathan had a hard time remembering when he last experienced such an urgent urge to jerk off. He wasn't sure, but the memories of their kissing yesterday came to his mind as soon as he woke up, so, he couldn't resist closing his hand around his hard cock and started pumping. His hand felt rough and big, and Nathan couldn't be sure, but both length and girth of his tool seemed increased, too. However, Nathan could hardly concentrate on that due to the waves of pleasure washing over him.

It didn't take very long for Nathan to shoot a big load onto his stomach, with a moan. It was a big and sticky load, too, mixing with the little dark hairs on his stomach and chest. Nathan blinked in post-nut clarity. Hairs? He didn't have body hair.

Nathan got up quickly and went to the bathroom. Something about his perspective was off, too. It was like the ceiling was closer than it was supposed to be, and the ground further away. Once Nathan had used some toilet paper to wipe away most of the cum, he took a look at himself in the mirror. There was no denying that he looked different. He was definitely somewhat taller and broader than before. He didn't have a scale, but he was sure that he had gained quite some weight as well - not only due to the increased height and broader shoulders but also because his previous stickman-like appearance had been altered quite somewhat. All over his frame, a lean definition was visible, hinting at muscles even. His chin was covered in visible stubble and there was a bit of body hair visible, mainly on his chest and stomach as well as peeking out under his armpit.

Speaking of which, as Nathan raised his arm to look at his pits, a certain smell reached his nose. A musky, manly, slightly sweaty odor that wasn't quite unpleasant but was certainly unfamiliar.

Nathan had a hard time wrapping his mind around what he was seeing. There was no denying he looked *good*. He just didn't look exactly like *himself*. And for some reason, this didn't bother Nathan quite as much as it probably should. He should be panicking or calling a doctor. People didn't just grow taller overnight or put on definition without working out. And yet, Nathan only felt a slight bit of curiosity and a weak impulse that he probably *should* work out then.

Nathan shook his head and went back to his bedroom. He didn't bother putting on clothing and tried to pass the time until afternoon. The only thing that he *really* regretted about his sudden changes was that his favorite shirt and jeans would definitely not fit anymore.

He ended up watching a bit of TV and browsing the internet, before he decided it was time to prepare himself. Finding clothes that would fit now proved to be quite a challenge, but in the end, he settled on a plain t-shirt and some cargo pants. He had bought both of them a number too big by mistake, which came in quite handy now.

Walking through the city was a strange experience. He felt good about himself and held his head high. Combined with the fact that Nathan's head was, indeed, higher than before, it was like seeing the city in a whole new perspective. Less looking at the ground and more looking straight ahead.

His new posture seemed to have another effect, too. Where before he had to avoid people, trying not to get in their way, now they seemed to be stepping aside for him, which was a foreign but not unpleasant experience.

Finally, he arrived at the exhibition and found Oliver already waiting for him. They greeted with a hug and a short kiss, both fully reciprocated by Nathan, and went inside. Although Oliver seemed to notice something was off about Nathan, he didn't mention it and apparently forgot about it quickly.

Today, Nathan found it much easier to talk to Oliver and brought up topics by himself.

The exhibition however was kind of a let-down for Nathan. Although he could judge on a rational level that the art presented here was really well-done and interesting, on a purely emotional level, Nathan found it mind-numbingly boring. The conversation steered away from the art quickly, and more towards personal matters, which was a relief. So, even though they didn't care much about the paintings around them, the two of them ended up wandering around the exhibition for hours, talking and having a good time.

During the date, however, Nathan was quickly experiencing an unfamiliar feeling. The company of Oliver was... exciting. Exciting on a sexual, primal level. Nathan's larger manhood grew semi-hard in his underwear quickly, so Nathan had to readjust himself more than once. At first, he was very self-conscious about it and tried to be as subtle as possible. However, with every push his cock needed in order not to be too obvious, Nathan actually cared less about who saw him readjust himself. He was a guy after all, and all big-dicked men had that particular problem from time to time.

Besides forming a bulge in his groin, however, his constantly semi-hard cock did one more thing: Nathan was leaking precum in his underwear. First, it was just a drop or two on an involuntary throb, but it quickly became more. His underwear was feeling damp before long, and a faint note of sexuality mixed into his still present smell.

After a while, Oliver even commented on it, in his usual upbeat way: "Hey, Nathan, I have to say, you smell pretty good. Are you using cologne?"

Nathan hadn't noticed his own smell too much. His first impulse was to apologize, but the burning campfire of courage inside of him quickly told him otherwise. Oliver didn't complain. In fact, he liked it.

So, Nathan answered with a grin: "Nope. That's just how I smell."

Oliver took another whiff of the mixture of sweat, dried cum and precum and smiled. "Well, I like it!"

Nathan wasn't quite sure how to react, and just said: "Thanks!"

The exhibition was closing down soon, and Nathan offered Oliver to accompany him to the train station, which he gladly accepted. When they parted, they kissed again. This time, it wasn't a small, timid kiss like before, but a long, sexual one that made Nathan's dick twitch like mad in the confines of his pants. Since their bodies were pressed closely together, Nathan could be sure that Oliver felt the movement against his own groin.

Only after they broke the kiss, Nathan noticed that he was now looking down on Oliver slightly. He could have sworn that Oliver had been slightly taller than him yesterday.

There was no telling on how the evening would have continued hadn't it been for Oliver's train to arrive just then. Before Oliver could board the train, however, Nathan grinned at him and said: "Dinner tomorrow? The Italian place downtown, at 6?"

"I would love that!"

They kissed again and Nathan watched as the train pulled out. Then, he went back to his dorm, whistling a happy tune. It didn't even occur to him that he had taken the initiative in asking Oliver out for a third date. The fire of confidence was burning bright inside of him.

When he came home, Nathan immediately stripped out of his clothes. Even the larger shirt had become somewhat tight. He took a short look at it. There was a wet patch under both arms from his constant sweating, and the t-shirt had adapted his smell. There was something else in the smell, though. At the chest region, there was a medium sized stain, machine oil from the smell of it. Nathan wondered briefly how he could have missed it this morning but then diverted his attention to more pressing matters. His cock was fully hard and was poking out from the waistband of his briefs. Nathan hadn't had an erection like that since puberty and, if he was honest with himself, the feeling was rather nice. Without hesitation, he closed his hand around his hard meat and gave it a few experimental pumps. A low growl escaped his mouth, and a shiver went through his body. He didn't want to go slow, he wanted to fuck. His mind was focused on the task at hand. He didn't even bother to close his curtains, as he went for it. Nathan was jacking himself off, fast and hard, growling and groaning, until he finally exploded all over his chest and face, shooting multiple loads of thick white cum everywhere.

As Nathan was catching his breath, the smell of cum was heavy in the room. God, he needed that. Ever since he met Oliver today. He wiped his face and chest with his discarded t-shirt and briefly considered if he wanted to take a shower. The smell emanating from him was rather strong now, but still, he didn't want to. Oliver seemed to like his body odor, and, if Nathan was being honest, he did so himself, too.

Nathan was woken by his alarm the next morning. As his mind came to focus, his hand reached for the smartphone automatically and dismissed the alarm. He yawned and stretched. He was really looking forward to today. Given, it was the last day before classes started again, but he was going to a third date with Oliver this evening!

When Nathan crawled out of bed and went for his bathroom, however, his body felt weird again. The muscles had become more defined over the course of the last two days and now, the whole body structure felt *strong*. The few hairs from before had become a small forest of body hair and the stubble had grown thicker. He still didn't feel the need for a shave, though.

Nathan wasn't quite sure about the whole situation. Of course, he was enjoying the change. On the other hand, ... No, fuck the other hand. This was great, plain and simple. He finished his morning business standing up while peeing, which he usually never did. But right now, it just felt *right*.

After that, he inspected his wardrobe. He had half-feared that he would need to go and buy new clothes, but apparently, overnight his wardrobe had changed as well. It was filled with sturdy cargos or work pants as well as simple shirts and the occasional overall. Good!

His underwear choice had also changed. Instead of briefs or boxers, the drawer was now filled with jockstraps. That made sense, of course - only a jockstrap would set his large dick in the right scene.

None of the clothes qualified as "clean". Sure, they had been washed before they went into the wardrobe, but permanent grease or oil stains had permeated the fabric just as Nathan's manly stink - both marks no washing machine could ever erase entirely.

Nathan grabbed one of the pants and smelled it. He couldn't help but smile. This was his smell. This was *his* smell. His manly, sweaty, dirty, horny smell. He even felt his ever-present dick twitch a bit at the smell. Nathan wasn't sure if he would ever get used to this new reality. Or if this even was the final reality.

The hours passed quickly. Nathan was keeping himself busy, playing games or listened to music. Not once did it occur to him to draw something or even look at his art. This new him wasn't particularly creative, it seemed.

Nathan's mind wandered back to the date this evening. He couldn't wait to see Oliver again. In fact, he couldn't wait for more than that. It was a third date and Nathan wanted to go all the way with Oliver. He wanted to take his ass and fuck it into oblivion.

At around 5 pm, Nathan stood in front of the Italian place, waiting for Oliver. When Oliver finally arrived, the two men greeted each other with a passionate kiss. Nathan could tell that the kiss was having an effect on Oliver, as his breathing was quicker than usual.

They went inside and sat down on a table. Almost automatically, Nathan's legs spread wide, taking up space, establishing presence and, most importantly, giving his equipment the necessary space. The *old* Nathan would have sat with his legs closed or even crossed, in order to not draw any attention to himself. However, the new Nathan didn't want to draw *less* attention.

The two chatted a bit, with the main topic of the conversation being the menu, before ordering. When he spoke, Nathan noted that his voice had dropped an octave, making his voice gravely and his laugh a low rumble. When Oliver had chosen, Nathan summoned the waiter and ordered for the both of them, his lower voice full of confidence. For Nathan, it was a large meat pizza and a beer.

"You know, I have never seen you drink before", remarked Oliver.

"I don't usually", replied Nathan. "But I thought I'd have a beer today."

"You're not driving, are you?"

"Na, I'm here on foot."

Oliver smiled his usual smile. "I'm here by car, so if you like, I can give you a ride home afterwards."

There seemed to be some subtext to this offer, but it went over Nathan's head. Not that it was necessary, because he had the exact same plans, anyway.

"Sounds great!"

A couple of minutes later, their pizzas arrived, and the two dug in.

"I really like your style, Nathan." said Oliver after a while.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know, the way you dress. The way you talk. The way you act."

"Oh. Thanks."

Nathan thought for a moment before he added: "You know, I go by Nate these days."

"Nate, eh?", smiled Oliver.

"Yeah. Fits better, you know."

"I guess so. I like it a lot!"

"I like your style, too."

"What do you mean by that?", Oliver laughed.

"Just, the way you talk, the way you walk. Everything. You're cute, you know."

"Why, thank you!"

The conversation was definitely a lot more flirtatious than yesterday. When they had finished their meals, they didn't linger much longer in the restaurant but got into Oliver's car.

Nate proceeded to give Oliver directions to his home. However, at a certain crossing, he had to stop and think for a moment. He knew for a fact that his dorm was to the left. But he also knew for a fact that his *home* was to the right. Nate decided not to overthink it and directed Oliver to the right with a firm voice.

They didn't get very far from that point, when suddenly, the car stopped with a jerk.

"Damn, sorry!" said Oliver. "The engine is acting up again. It's probably too cold or something like that. I'll just try to start it up again."

When after the third try, the engine didn't start again, Nate laid a hand on Oliver's. "Let me try." he said with a confident voice and left the car. When he opened the hood, the problem became clear to him right away.

"The carburetor is a bit clogged, I'll unclog it real quick and we're ready to go."

While Oliver was staring at Nate in surprise, as the latter quickly and with trained skill removed a few parts and then, with a flex of his mighty arms, applied percussive maintenance to the part in question. After Nate had reassembled the engine, he cleaned his hands on his pants and got into the car again, filling out the passenger seat with his presence.

"It should work again for now, but I'll have to clean it thoroughly tomorrow. The thing is just old and worn down, it needs replacing soon. Just try starting the engine."

Oliver was still staring at Nate with a disbelieving look on his face. Finally, however, he tried starting the engine again, and the car did indeed start running smoothly.

"Wow, Nate, that was amazing! Where did you learn that?"

"What do you mean", grinned Nate. "That's what I do!"

Oliver stared at him for a moment. "Wait, you're a mechanic?"

"Yeah, sure, didn't I tell you when we met?"

Oliver seemed to think about it but then slowly nodded: "Yes, I... think so. Weird. I could have sworn..."

Nate shrugged and pointed down the road: "Shall we go?"

They arrived at Nate's place shortly after. He had a cheap apartment directly over the car garage where he worked. Nate did try to clean up a bit the afternoon, but the place still screamed "Manly bachelor" all over the place with the occasional beer can or jockstrap scattered around.

Neither of them had time to care, though. As soon as the door closed, the two kissed. It wasn't just a chaste, romantic kiss. This was a heated, passionate kiss, full of desire and lust. Nate took Oliver's body and pushed him against the wall, grinding their bodies together. Both were hard and their breathing was rapid. Nate's hands wandered up and down Oliver's body, squeezing and grabbing his body. His fingers were strong and forceful, and he squeezed the smaller man's buttocks and his dick with the same intensity. Oliver responded by moaning and pushing his groin against Nate's, humping him.

Suddenly, Nate broke the kiss. "Oliver, I... I want you. I want to fuck you."

Oliver didn't answer, but kissed Nate again, harder this time. Nate's tongue invaded his mouth, and the bigger man's hands were ripping Oliver's shirt and pants off him. Once Oliver's dick was free, it was enveloped by Nate's big calloused hand, and Oliver's breath hitched in his throat.

"Oh god, Nate, yes!" he moaned.

Nate had enough of foreplay, and he wanted to fuck, now. Without wasting any time, he quickly pushed his pants down and pressed his dick against Oliver's. It was massive, even compared to Oliver's not insignificant size. While Nate's balls were big and heavy, his cock was thick, long, and veiny, with a fat mushroom head. It was also rock hard, and the head was already drooling precum.

With one hand, Nate stroked the two cocks together, rubbing them and smearing the precum all over his dick and Oliver's. With the other hand, he pulled Oliver close and kissed him again, a long, sensual, passionate kiss, which made Oliver moan into his mouth.

The two stood like that for a while, but finally, Nate's need to fuck was stronger than anything else.

"Bedroom. Now!" he growled and dragged the smaller man with him. Once there, Nate simply tossed him onto the bed and followed quickly, his cock pointing up. He positioned himself on top of the other man and kissed him again, their tongues dancing in their mouths.

When the kiss broke, Oliver was panting.

"You really are a big boy, huh?"

"Damn right I am."

"Oh god, I need your big dick inside of me!"

"Yeah? You want me to fuck you?"

"Please! I've wanted to feel your huge meat in me for days."

"Fuck yeah. You're gonna get it."

Nate reached under his bed and produced a bottle of lube, which he applied liberally to his dick.

"You're ready?"

"Do it, big guy."

Nate placed the head of his massive cock against the tight pucker and started to push. Slowly but steadily, his dick invaded Oliver's ass.

"Oooooooooh god, Nate, yesssssss!" moaned Oliver.

The pressure around Nate's dick was unbelievable. Oliver was clearly tight, and the way his asshole was massaging his dick felt heavenly.

Finally, Nate's dick was balls-deep inside Oliver. Both were breathing heavily, and Oliver was moaning incoherently. Nate gave him a moment to adjust and then started moving his hips, first slowly, but increasing his pace quickly. Soon, he was slamming into Oliver's ass as hard as he could, pulling almost completely out and then thrusting back inside the smaller man.

"Fuck yeah! You like that? You like my huge dick pounding your tight little ass?"

"God, yes, Nate, fuck me, fuck meeee!"

Nate was groaning and growling, a sound that came deep from his chest and made Oliver moan even louder.

"Oh shit, Nate, I'm so close! Don't stop, please don't stop, don't st- ooooooooh gooooooood!"

Nate felt Oliver's muscles clamp down on his dick, and that sent him over the edge. He buried his dick as deep as he could and shot a big load of cum deep into Oliver's guts.

The two of them collapsed on each other, spent but happy.

A lot had changed for Nathan in this new year. He had gotten a new body, a new job, a new identity even. But most importantly, he had found love. Nate the manly mechanic sighed. If he were to describe his feelings, looking into the future, there was only one fitting word: Confidence.

I actually generated a ton (okay, 50) of images for this story. If you want to check out the alternate versions of the different stages of Nathan/Nate, check out my tip jar, where I posted them!

How about a 40-something engineer named Adam getting forcibly transformed into an older or younger muscle stud of some sort, draining his considerable smarts to feed those new muscles?

Adam furrowed his eyebrows and squinted at his phone. The project manager at the construction site need him to come in a go over some of the specifics of the design. "Again," he sighed. "Such idiots!" He had seen a lot in his twenty-some years as an engineer, but his latest project was by far the worst. The crew was young, the foreman inexperienced, the architect had made some really poor choices, and now it was up to him to fix everything as the engineer and keep things on track. He hopped in his truck and drove out to the construction site.

On the drive over, he thought about how he had spent his prime years in a stressed out job and now at age 46 he was going grey, nearly bald, overweight, divorced, and unhappy. In college and grad school, he had focused entirely on becoming a top engineer. Right out of school, he landed a huge job with a great architecture firm and worked his way up to lead engineer. He married in his mid-30s, but the relationship turned cold because he was always working. After a dozen years with his wife, he caught her cheating with a younger man while he was away for six-months on a big project overseas. They tried to patch things up, but he refused to cut back on hours, and a few years later they finally separated. As he pulled onto the site, he thought to himself, "What I wouldn't give to do things over." He was an older man now, filled with regrets.

Phil, the foreman, was waiting for him outside the construction office. "Tell me what you screwed up this time," said Adam in a gruff tone. "It's not so bad, but these trusses that were delivered aren't the right length..." They pored over the blueprints trying to figure out how to salvage the materials and save time and money. Deep down, Adam loved solving problems like this, even though they kept him up at night and raised his blood pressure. After a few minutes, a young man in his mid-20s walked up to them. Sweat was tripping down his face and neck. "Hey, boss -- lunchtime!" he said. "Shit, you're right," said Phil. "Go tell the crew." The young man took off his safety helmet and then his bright orange vest. Adam noticed his strong arms, lean torso, and chiseled abs. He felt a stir of attraction when the youth bent over and his ass stretched out his blue jeans. The young man shouted to some other guys and waved them over for lunch. As he took a huge gulp from his water bottle, a stream of water slipped down the man's glistening pecs. Adam's heart started racing.

"Adam..." Pause. "Adam...should I order the galvanized or the stainless..." Adam's head was spinning. The foreman's voice sounded like a mumble. "So, what should I do?" said Phil. Adam looked at him and replied, "Uh ... what? Uh ... you should ..." fumbled Adam. "Are you okay?" replied Phil. "You don't look so good..."

Adam gathered up his wits and answered, "I'm fine. It's just so damn hot today. Let's keep talking after lunch, ok?" Phil turned to walk away. "Oh, and tell your crew to put their vests back on. You know the regulations."

He walked towards his truck, starting to feel sweat building up on his forehead. He felt a twinge of discomfort in his gut like he had food poisoning. "Great," he said as he turned to go to the row of portable toilets to take a piss. He pulled the door open on one of the toilets and was surprised to see someone inside. The young man from before was standing there, no shirt, jeans at his ankles, ass exposed. "You dumb fuck!" shouted Adam. "Lock the damn door next time." The young man answered, "Sorry, boss..." The way he replied implied no shame, no regrets, not a care in the world. "Idiot," mumbled Adam as he found another toilet a few doors down. He barely stepped inside the portable toilet before he started gagging. Maybe it was the smell, or maybe it was something he ate, but Adam doubled over and started hurling into the toilet. Wave after wave of vomit poured out of him. It was disgusting, but also cathartic. After a few minutes, he stood back up and realized his shirt was covered in vomit. Angrily, he unbuttoned his shirt and took it off. Maybe there was a backup in his truck or the construction office.

Outside the office, he ran into Phil again. "Hey, do you have another shirt?" "Uh ... do you work here?" replied Phil. "What? Phil, it's me, Adam." "Right..." said Phil with a blank stare. Adam shouted "The engineer?! We just talked, God, you all are so stupid." "Um, I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I don't know how you got in here," said Phil as he picked up his walkie-talkie and closed the door to the office behind him. As the door closed Adam heard him say "Guys, we got a walk-on situation..." In the reflection of the window on the door, Adam saw his shirtless body. But, it looked different. He seemed to have more muscle. His biceps bulged with blood vessels. "What the...?" he said backing away. He ran over to where he thought he parked his truck, but it wasn't there. He looked in the mirror of a different truck parked nearby. He ran his hands over his body and through his thick beard. His grey hair and bald spots were gone. He looked over 20 years younger. He flexed his arms a little and saw the muscles pumping under his ruddy skin. His abs were cut and lean. No sign of that gut he used to carry around.

Phil and a few of the other guys were walking up to them. "What are you doing here?" Phil asked. "Like I said, I'm Adam, the engineer." "Right...the engineer," he said surveying this muscular hunk with skepticism. "Okay then, what engineering firm do you work for?" "It's uh ... it's ..." No matter how hard he thought, Adam couldn't remember. He felt his pecs flex involuntarily. "Did you go to school somewhere for engineering?" "Yeah, I graduated in ... uh ... it was ..." His ass cheeks squeezed together and flexed his thighs. It was like the muscle in his body was distracting his brain and draining his thoughts. "You can't remember?" Adam's jaw dropped a little and he tilted his head and cracked his neck a few times. "No, I can, it's just ..." With every passing second, Adam felt his mind slipping away as his muscles continued to pump up. He couldn't remember anything about the last 20 years of his life. Did he go to college? Probably not. Did he graduate from high school? Yes, but worked some odd jobs as a landscaper and painter. Then he started getting into working out and weightlifting after he earned some money. The guys at the gym admired him, but he didn't have too many friends.

"Yo, Axe-Man, you made it!" shouted one of the crew. "You know this guy, Kit" said Phil. It was the young man Adam had walked in on in the toilet. "Know him? Of course, I live with him! This was the guy I was telling you about. My roommate Alex that needs a job." "Whatever, Kit, just get him some tools and make sure he doesn't fuck up! I've got stuff to do. Where is that engineer! He was supposed to be here an hour ago!"

Kit walked over and gave his buddy Axe-Man a fist bump. "Worlds' worst boss, dude, but stoked that you're here." "Yeah, me too. Thanks, man" said Alex. He started remembering that he met Kit at the gym a few years ago. They became friends and when his landlord kicked him out, he crashed at Kit's place for a few weeks. Those weeks turned into months. His real name was Alex, but everyone called him Axe-Man, a nickname from high school that followed him everywhere. He wasn't the brightest dude, but that didn't really matter to him. Him and Kit were planning to save up money from these dirty construction jobs and maybe get into modelling. The rest of the afternoon, Axe-Man tried to keep up but really had no idea what he was doing. Kit tried to help, but wasn't a very good teacher and it just wasn't clicking. When they punched out, Phil told him "Don't come back tomorrow, Alex," and handed him a small check for his time that day. On the drive back to their shared apartment, Kit tried to cheer Alex up. "It's alright man. You've got your whole life ahead of you. You might be a dumb fucker, but I like you." He rested his hand on Alex's meaty thigh and turned towards him. Alex recognized the sign and went in for a kiss and tasted the sweaty stench of Kit's body as he moved down his neck. They kissed for a few moments before jumping out of the truck and racing up to the apartment to the bedroom. On the job site, they were straight roommates. At home, they were animalistic fuckboys that couldn't keep there hands off each other.

Early Bird Gets The Viagra

I was awoken by a putrid stench, like rotten eggs, it was my roommate playing a prank on me, or so I thought...

"Hehe... sorry Son, didn't mean to wake you like this, but you just wouldn't get up no matter how much I yelled! I had to resort to cutting the cheese, guess it worked, huh?" He chuckled.

I was lost, confused, those fumes were almost, numbing my brain making me unable to process the situation, I just stared dumbly at this old guy.

"Well, I'll see you downstairs, don't make your old man wait!" He said as he waddled away, letting a couple farts slip out as he exited.

The fumes finally went away, but my mind was still dull and I felt heavy and slow like a 1000 ton weight had been dropped on my shoulders. I slowly made my way to the bathroom, to start my morning routine despite all the, weirdness.

I felt so, out of breath by the time I made it to the mirror, I was panting for air, jeezus I felt so old and out of breath...

PFFFFTTTTTT!!!!!

My asscheeks let out an embarassingly loud fart, the hell? I was never this gassy let alone- Holy shit.

I was some skinny college student, but now? I'm 28... and I had a gut, a sizable one at that. What the hell? Why did I just gain a belly? Why did I fart without control? What's going on I thought.

Those fumes finally hit my nostrils, god damnit it smelt just like that old man's fart, my face did not scrunch up but... smirked. The fuck?

BRRRRRRRRRMMMMMPPHHHHHH!!!

The fart that came out my 34 year old body was louder and smellier this time, it made my belly jiggle. I chuckled at that- wait, no!

I felt my stomach churn, I hurried to the toilet, plopped my fat butt on it. But nothing came out, I was just sitting there waiting for something to happen...

PHHHHHHRRRRRRRMMMMMPPPPPHHHHHHH!!!!!!!

Jesus, to think I was pushing 45 and ripping farts like that... Jesus I needed to lay off the Taco Bell... If only my husband didn't love it...

The sheer force of the fart made the toilet automatically flush, as it always did, it used to be so loud, but I'm an old fart, so this hearing of mine ain't what it used to be, I can barely hear it nowadays.

Now here came the worst part, putting my clothes back on... With me being 55 and all, and with a gut like this I have the reach and bend over just to pull my pants up, but that always flares up my back, combined with my shitty eyesight, it usually takes a couple minutes just to put them back on after I take a dump.

BRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"Wooooh.... I ate too much cheese.." I joke to myself, me and my husband always enjoy a good fart joke, oh. Speaking of him, I need to get back to him.

I retrieved the bottle of viagra that I came here for from the medicine cabinet and waddled to the living room as fast as I could. And there he was on the couch waiting for me in his boxers.

"What took you so long, hun?" He asked.

"Ah... Sorry I had to take a dump and you know how long that takes..."

He chuckled: "Hehe, of course."

I opened the bottle of viagra and put one of the pills in my mouth, we knew at 60 our old cocks couldn't get hard without some pills, but neither of us seemed to mind or care about that.

"Hey." he asked: "Before that, could you pull my finger?" I knew what he was going to do, but I pulled that fat finger he stuck out, he lifted his leg and let out a long fart that smelt like rotten eggs, we both laughed like we always did at the classic pull my finger prank.

"That's not the only thing that's gonna come out of your ass tonight." I grinned.

"Oh-hoh, I know." He joked back. He pulled down his boxers: "Now come fuck me, Babe."

Can you believe it?

10.02.2024

Can you fucking believe it?

As most of you know, I'm working for LifeCorp, and you won't believe what they just did to me! I'm pissed!

My job is, apparently, becoming 'obsolete' with the whole AI thing bla bla bla. But! Of course, they don't want to fire me. Instead, they're offering me alternative positions. So far so good, right? But do you know which positions they offered me?

- Security Guard

- Janitor

- Escort

Not that bad, right? I mean I don't have the skillset for any of those, but that is apparently no problem, because these jobs come with a fucking mandatory life change if I take them?

Apparently, my usual charming self is not enough:

What kind of bullshit is this? Normal companies ask you to move if you want to keep your job, LifeCorp requires you take on a whole new body, just to keep working for them.

You think that's outrageous? It gets better. Apparently, none of those jobs is suitable for a woman. I can be a male security guard, a male janitor or a male escort. And when I complained about it, they just said that for security guard and janitor, a strong body is a requirement, and they have enough female escorts already. What a bunch of assholes! There's absolutely no way I'm gonna take one of those jobs.

Love, Tracy

***

14.02.2024

Have you seen LifeCorp's newest shit post? The valentine's day special? The audacity!

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LifeCorp's Special Offer

Happy Valentine's Day! ❤ Here at LifeCorp we value our employees and all the hard work they do to keep our company running smoothly. From d

Stacy and Zara are now fricking men? No doubt they have been bullied to make that change. You know what this company has? A fucking frat-boy attitude. More and more people are becoming guys, "BeCaUsE tHeY wAnT tO". Bullshit. It's clear to me that the upper management wants to see more dick in their company. Probably a cocksucker like Stacy and Zara have become. I'll talk to them first chance tomorrow.

Oh, and Matthew? Why would anyone want to become a Latino?!

Love, Tracy

***

18.02.2024

Okay, I talked to Stacy and Zara (No, I won't call them "Steel and Zacharias", these are still women!). They were all "Oh, we're so much happier now" and "We're finally being our true selves" and "You should do the same, really."

It's a fucking brainwash. I mean, they haven't been right in their mind to begin with (they had the delusion of being a couple - ha! Couples are one man and one woman, nothing else!), but it's becoming veeery clear to me that they have been forced and brainwashed. And I will find proof for that!

Love, Tracy

***

18.02.2024 - 2

Okay, I'm fuming now. I told my boyfriend about that whole job situation. And you know what he said? You know what he fucking said?

"Ok. Do whatever makes you happy."

He just said "Ok" and was all cool about it! He even had the audacity to tell me that they didn't force me to do anything and that I could just find a new job if I didn't want any of that bodies.

But the best part is still to come. He said, and I quote, "Just make sure to ask them to make me gay if you take any of those jobs, so we can still be together." I mean... wow. That's a reason for a breakup just there. He's a fricking man, or at least that's what I thought up until now. The thought of becoming gay should have been something that made him sick!

But, oh no. He's fine with it. Disgusting! I need to re-think this relationship.

Love, Tracy

***

19.02.2024

I have a plan!

I'm going to accept one of LifeCorps offers. No, hear me out. I'm gonna accept - and then I'll sue them. Discrimination, kidnapping, something like that. I'm gonna be rich. Oh, and about my boyfriend? He's gonna have it his way. I'll make sure they make him the fag he begs to be and then break up with him. This'll teach him. Good thing he doesn't read this feed.

I'm just too clever for this world. Take that, LifeCorp!

Gonna take the janitor, though. With all their fake diversity and stuff, the guard and escort probably aren't even white.

Love, Tracy

***

22.02.2024

I just got a letter congratulating me on my choice and that they are happy to keep me as an employee. Ha. If these losers knew.

Love, Tracy

***

26.02.2024

Holy shit! How do you guys even walk with that thing?

Needless to say, I got my new body. Here's what I look like now:

Apparently, they meant it well with me, cause my new dick is just... enormous. And they gave me some huge balls to match it, too.

The muscles aren't all that bad, either - I just feel big and powerful all around. The hair will take some getting used to, but it's not for long, after all. After I sue them, I'll demand my original body back.

I do have to admit, I'm feeling good, though. So much more powerful, but calm and happy at the same time. I wonder if this is a guy thing or a me thing? Is that how my boyfriend feels all the time?

Oh, gosh. My boyfriend. He's probably gay already, so I should break up with...

But that would be really mean. Also, thinking about him just made my new member react. It's kinda straining my underwear now. These things really do have a mind of their own, right?

What was I writing about? Yes, my boyfriend. Why did I want to break up with him? I mean, he's just cute like a button, right? I just realize what a gigantic asshole I was, planning to break up with him. I'll have to apologize. Or, even better, I'll apologize by showing show him this huge package I got. That's what he wanted, right?

I should really go. Don't want to keep him waiting.

...

You know what? I think I'll try out this new life before I make any more rushed decision. So far, I enjoy being a dude a lot and I'm actually looking forward to my new job. And my new-old boyfriend. And they didn't even force me to do anything. Perhaps I should ask them to adjust my ethnicity later on, though - I feel a bit more adventurous now. Also, I think I'll go by Trace now. It's an unusual name, but I like it.

Sorry for being such an ass before. Well, speaking of ass - off to get some.

Bye!

- Trace

Heyy can you makes a story about a rebellious- streetwear straight boy who has no choice but to find a job, so then he neds up in a very rich preppy company, where at first he tries to fight his boss (who is the vivid image of the company) but ends up being dominated, undergoing a transformation becoming his good bottom preppy suited boy? Hope you like the idea even if you don’t end up writing it and ty ;)

[TW: Coercion/domination]

Levi would have preferred to be anywhere but the office waiting room, but he only had pennies to his name and this was the only interview the defiant twenty-one-year-old had been offered. As workers walked past they made double-takes at the inappropriately-dressed young man. After all, he stood out amongst the suits and ties in his puffer jacket and Nikes. The street was his stomping ground, not some corporate HQ.

He stared at the floor, attempting to ignore the bustle around him, only looking up when a pair of large, shiny, black shoes entered his field of view. “Levi, am I correct?” a deep voice asked. A very tall, broad, and handsome man stood over him with an eyebrow raised.

“If you’d like to come with me,” the man continued. He towered over Levi, who wasn’t exactly short himself at five-foot-ten. The man was the very model of an attractive businessman. Thirty-something, broad, handsome, lantern-jawed, and well-groomed. “I’m Mark, the CEO,” the man continued.

Levi felt his heart skip a beat, he wasn't usually nervous, but he couldn't help but dread interviewing with the head of the company.

Mark offered Levi a seat at a large, expensive-looking desk. “So you’re here to interview to be my assistant?” he asked, surprising Levi. He didn’t realize the job would be for the assistant to the CEO, the advertisement never made that clear. He wondered how he’d even made it to the interview for such a job.

“Uh, so I thought this was an entry-level thing...” Levi grumbled in his signature mumble.

“It is,” Mark stated affirmatively, “And by the looks of you I'm guessing you need the work. Is that correct?”

“Yeah,” Levi muttered, angry with the businessman's judgment of him.

“Well then, the job’s yours,” Mark continued with a smirk. “As long you can guarantee that you do everything, and I mean everything, that I ask of you. Do you think you can do that?” he asked, leaning back into his chair.

Levi didn’t want this job. Or any job, really. But, he needed money, and quick. “Y-yeah I can do that,” he mumbled, unenthused.

“Sign there and we’ll… get you dressed up… so you can start immediately,” Mark said, pushing a contract and pen across the desk as he scanned Levi’s ratty streetwear with a look of disgust.

The young man groaned internally, he wanted to tell Mark to fuck off for his sneering, but that wasn’t going to pay the rent. Reluctantly, Levi signed the paper and pushed it back over the tabletop while Mark reached under the desk and pulled out a large black box. The words “New You Formalwear” embossed the top in gold print.

Levi lifted the lid, revealing a neatly stacked suit jacket, shirt, tie, and shoes. The thought of having to wear clothes so formal made him sick. Besides, they were clearly clothes for a man slightly taller and slimmer than himself. "I don't think these are going to fit," Levi mumbled, "I don't think I even gave anyone my sizes." He turned back up toward Mark, expecting a congratulatory handshake or a reply to his comment but instead watched as the man laughed and snapped his fingers.

On Mark's command, the shirt sprung out from the box and wrapped itself around Levi, as if the man were magnetic. “What the fuck?!” he yelped, powerless to stop the shirt attempting to slide over his shoulders and up his arms. The sleeves struggled for a moment until his jacket and t-shirt began to dissolve away, making way for the possessed shirt. Levi stopped struggling, astounded by his clothing rapidly disintegrating into the air. The shirt took advantage of this moment, slinging its sleeves up both his arms.

The moment the shirt settled the young man stumbled, unable to stand up as he glared at the cocky CEO in front of him. He felt dizzy, his mind blurred. He couldn’t help but notice Mark’s features as he blinked slowly. That face, those eyes, those muscles… Levi shook his head with a groan, “What t-the hell, you fucking… you… y…”

“You, what? Levi?” Mark said mockingly.

Levi struggled to speak, his whole upper body felt like it was pushed and pulled from the inside and out. He growled as his back began to slide up the back of the seat and his arms stretched longer to fit the sleeves. “What have you done to me… urgh!” Levi clutched at his chest, the tattoos that adorned his neckline faded from his paler skin. 

“I prefer my assistants to look a certain way,” Mark responded, “I’m sure you’ll understand.”

Levi’s shoulders and chest pulled inward, narrowing his body while taut striations of muscle rippled down his arms. Two small, lean pecs formed in his chest, followed by a tight six-pack pressing out of his stomach. This was the upper body of someone who worked out explicitly to stay thin and lean.

The young man panted and looked up at Mark, fury in his eyes. “Now, now. You can’t be too mad, it looks to me like you’re enjoying yourself,” Mark said derisively, referring to the full erection tenting in Levi’s tracksuit pants. Levi gritted his teeth, ready to snarl at Mark only to feel his hands that were clenching the armrests cramp up. He thrashed his head back into the seat with a moan feeling his fingers curl longer around the arms of the chair, slimming down as they grew. He could feel them reshape; going from dirty, unkempt, and stubby to clean, manicured, and long.

Mark clicked his fingers again. The pants in the box heeded the order, rocketing along the floor and forcing their way over Levi’s legs. His own clothing turned to dust underneath, destroyed by the slacks. “No, no… ah! Augh!” Levi roared as the slacks forced his legs to stretch longer, allowing him to reach the six-foot height the clothes were designed for. The legs were slimmer, having been pulled longer, but quickly began to rumble. Levi wailed feeling his stretched legs pack on lean bulk, not a shred of fat remaining. The partially-dressed man let out a sound he’d never made before feeling his ass swell into the back of the pants. A terrifying urge consumed him as his prostate burned with ecstasy; it needed to be stroked, touched, pounded. “No… I’m not…” Levi mumbled, looking up to Mark. The suited stud looked overwhelmingly enticing to him now. He could feel the desire for this man to ravish him. “I-I’m not fucking gay!” Levi yelled at Mark. The CEO could see the rage on his face, the anger mixed in with the searing pleasure of his changes. The young man’s cock was practically crying out for release, but none would come, not yet.

“If you ask nicely I might be inclined to let you release a bit of that tension,” Mark whispered, leaning down into Levi’s ear.

Levi could feel himself wishing Mark got just a little closer. His overexcited cock twinged at Mark’s hot breath and deep voice hitting his ear. “Mmph… f… fuck you,” Levi groaned with the last remnants of resistance.

“Have it your way, it’ll make for better fireworks at the end,” Mark said, snapping his fingers again.

The shoes in the box slapped to the ground while Levi felt his pants manipulate his legs like a puppet, forcing him to kick his Nikes off his feet. He could see the number eleven printed on the insoles of the polished leather shoes just before his feet pushed themselves into them, struggling against the narrow width. A loud groan billowed out of him as he felt his feet reshape. His soles slimmed down as they pushed outward into the longer shoes. He could feel his toes remolding thinner and longer, sliding along the insole and stretching his socks before they regenerated into longer, classier sheers.

It was all too much by this stage. “P-Please…” Levi murmured.

“Please?” Mark replied, “Please more?” The studly CEO snapped his fingers again with a sneer. The tie that sat in the box flung outward and coiled itself around Levi’s collar. His neck tensed as the tie sent the transformation roaring up towards his head. His wide jaw pulled inward, slimmer and narrower while a small cleft formed on his chin. The scruff that adorned his face shrank away, leaving him smooth and clean-cut. His short, dark hair swept out longer while his features shrank softer and cuter.

Distracted by his changing face, Levi failed to notice the belt encircling his waist, completing the set of clothing. As the buckle closed, Levi’s cock surged with sensation, forcing him to hunch forward and yell with a smoother, slightly higher-pitched voice.

Mark looked at the handsome, lean twink and the desperate eyes he was giving him. He strutted toward the groaning man, seeing the cock pressed hard against his pants. He smirked as he began to undo his fly. A huge, hard, and beautiful eight inches unfurled from his pants. Levi fell to his knees from the chair and took the CEO's cock into his mouth. He moaned onto Mark's rod, feeling his own member crying out for release. His body was still swirling with sensations, his changes still incomplete.

Mark grunted, impressed with Levi's newfound skills. He pulled the young man to his feet and turned him around, bent him over his desk, and pulled the slim slacks down. He rubbed his hands into the transformed twink's firm, round ass and pressed his cock against the cheeks and hole. Levi whispered, begging for Mark to pound him before the CEO granted his wish and pushed into him.

Levi screamed in pleasure as Mark thrust into him fast, hard, and repeatedly. The gorgeous, manly CEO growled as his orgasm approached, his thrusts becoming hard and slow. Mark reached around and gripped his massive hand around Levi's throbbing cock.

The tall, muscular stud breathed into Levi's ear, "Cum for me." Levi screamed as the floodgates on the unbearable sexual tension were opened. Ropes began to shoot across the desk. "Did I mention I like a hung bottom?" Mark growled before unloading into Levi with a deep moan. Levi howled in pleasure as his cock obeyed Mark’s command, stretching forward in length to seven inches as it sprayed cum.

"Augh! T-thank you, sir..." Levi moaned desperately, his orgasms slowing along with Mark’s thrusts. He pushed himself off the desk and turned to look at his boss. He felt nothing but lust and reverence for the muscular businessman.

Mark placed his hand on the back of Levi's head, feeling the neater, softer hair, running them across the skinny abs and narrow waist. He gripped the slender twink's large, perfect ass and pulled him forward, whispering, "I think you're going to like working for me."

Levi couldn't have agreed more...