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Brochella

Focusing half his attention on the road and the other half on his phone, Jerry ignored the beeps and honks of fellow drivers while haphazardly weaving his giant truck through the traffic as he attempted to type up a text.

"u still waitingat teh entrancse?" Jerry managed to make a somewhat coherent message. Within seconds the phone in his hand vibrated as he received a reply.

"Yeah. Let's meet by security. I'm on my way there."

"ok omw" Jerry wrote back, tossing his phone to the empty passenger seat as he focused his gaze back to the road.

Jerry was on his way to a music festival where he was to meet up with his buddies. They'd all been looking forward to the event for months. The only problem was that Jerry had promised to score them tickets and as he was right now, he was about to arrive empty handed. Each wave of tickets to the event had sold out within minutes so Jerry was forced to attempt to haggle with scalpers he found online, but every single one he reached out to asked for ridiculous prices, definitely more than what he could afford.

Jerry had nearly given up hope in attending, until the day before he stumbled across a post on Craigslist from a guy named Charlie. Charlie had supposedly planned on attending the festival with his own group of friends but a series of last minute cancellations meant having to quickly get rid of several tickets without having money go to waste. That resulted in having to sell them at a somewhat reasonable price, and luckily Jerry was quick enough to reach out to where Charlie had agreed to hold the tickets for him.

Jerry eventually reached the parking lot of the venue. He combed through the lot until he found some empty spaces, but as he got closer he’d find that some guys had set up chairs and were holding those coveted parking spaces. Jerry was about to blow a gasket as that was the only free space he’d been able to find. Pulling up to the guys, Jerry’s rage turned to relief as he identified the men as his buddies.

Jerry rolled down his window. “Fuckers." He greeted the guys. "I was about to come beat your asses." He teased. "Let me park here."

The guys moved their things, allowing Jerry to park his truck.

"So did you get them?" One of the men asked.

"Don't tell us you made us come all the way here for nothing." Another one joined in.

"Chill the fuck out. I'm supposed to meet the guy here." Jerry tried to reassure the group. "He said he'd hold 'em for me."

"Just make sure they're legit."

"Yeah, I don't wanna be caught with fakes."

"If they end up being bogus, you're gonna pay me back what I gave you."

The guys chimed in, expressing their concerns about the possibility of being scammed out of their money.

"I won't let the dude out of my sight until I know they're good." Jerry checked his pockets, making sure he had the cash with him. "Wait here, I'll be back in a bit."

Jerry headed out and walked towards the entrance to the venue, looking for the spot where he was supposed to meet with Charlie. Passing by crowds of festival goers, he'd notice that several of them had fluorescent green wristbands on, possibly something he figured came with the tickets allowing people to enter and leave the festival grounds. Eventually, Jerry arrived at a tent near the entrance with a sign that read "SECURITY." He pulled out his phone, texting Charlie to let him know that he was at their meet up spot.

Almost ten minutes had passed and Jerry still had not received a response. He had begun to think that Charlie had sold the tickets to someone else. That he had been screwed over by this guy. Pulling out his phone to text Charlie again, Jerry felt a slight tapping on his shoulder.

"Would you be Jerry by any chance?"

Jerry turned around to face the person, immediately noticing a man standing besides him. He looked the guy up and down, blonde, no taller than 5'10'' but moderately built with a slender figure. Jerry realized who it was, taking note that if there was any shady business, he'd be more than capable of dealing with the guy himself.

"Yeah that's me. You're Charlie?"

"Yup! Sorry for taking so long." Charlie held his phone up. "I was rushing to get here, just saw your text as I was running over."

"No worries." Jerry paused for a moment as an awkward silence filled the air between them. "So, uh, you got the tickets?"

"Oh.. yes, yes!" Charlie pulled out a manilla folder from the backpack he had been carrying, opening it up and checking its contents, making sure everything was there. "There's four day-passes in here."

Charlie handed the folder over to Jerry who quickly glanced inside the folder to make sure he was getting what he was paying for. "Ok, looks like everything's here." Jerry grinned, passing the envelope of cash to Charlie. "Pleasure doin' business."

Charlie counted the money as he smiled back. "Likewise. Hope you have fun." Once he made sure he had the payment in full, he placed the envelope in his bag. "I'm assuming you're attending with some friends?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah. Some guys I've known for some years. They've been houndin' me non-stop about getting tickets, so thanks again." Jerry reached inside the folder and pulled out a ticket, noticing that each one had come with a colored wristband. What peaked his interest however was the color of the wristbands.

"Hey, is there a reason these are yellow?" Jerry held out the fluorescent neon yellow-colored wristband in front of Charlie. "Every other one I've seen people wear are green."

"Oh? These are VIP passes." Charlie smiled. "They let you get closer to the stages, discounts on food and merch, among other things. I thought I had told you that, I'm sorry."

"Oh shit, really?!" Jerry said excitedly.

"Yeah, I really needed to sell them ASAP though. That's why you got them at the price we agreed on. So consider yourself lucky." He laughed. "Here, let me put it on you. Those things are tricky to put on by yourself." Charlie volunteered to put the wristband on Jerry while Jerry was still too stoked to really say anything about it.

"There we go. They're a little tight, sorry, but your arms are kinda huge." He laughed again.

Jerry held out the wristband in front of him. There was a hint of a sheen to it when hit by the lights but he thought nothing of it.

"So I guess I'll see you around. Thanks again for taking these off of me. I really appreciate it." Charlie waved goodbye as he headed off, eventually getting lost in the crowd. Now alone, Jerry took out his phone and texted his boys that he was coming back with a surprise.

As Jerry left the security tent and began walking in the direction of where his friends were waiting, he immediately felt a strong rumbling in his stomach. "Jesus Christ." Noticing a row of porta-potties off to the side, he beelined it straight to the first available one.

Entering the cramped space, the aching feeling in Jerry's stomach quickly subsided. Instead, what caught his attention was the wristband he had just put on. There was a shine emanating from it which he thought was strange considering he was now indoors and there were no lights to reflect off of it.

Suddenly, the space around him began to spin, and Jerry felt a strange sensation coursing through his body, originating from the wristband. At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but then he realized that something was indeed happening to him.

Jerry looked down at his hands and saw them start to shrink and change shape. His thick, muscular arms grew thinner and leaner, and his broad chest began to narrow, causing the tank top he had been wearing to become much more loose fitting, eventually just coming off completely. The slight beer gut he sported suddenly disappeared, as his midsection flattened, revealing rows of abdominals. His monstrous legs followed suit, with his thighs losing most of their mass, becoming slender but leaving him with a tight and rotund bubble butt. He would lose a few inches of height as well, his domineering 6'3'' stature replaced with a more average 5'9''. While still remaining muscular and retaining an athletic build, Jerry found himself with a much more slender and toned physique.

Jerry's body hair soon receded into his skin. The hairy beast found his shoulders, arms, and back smooth and hairless. A tasteful amount of chest chair remained as well as a happy trail leading down towards his groin.

One of the biggest changes to follow would be the loss of what Jerry probably considered his pride and joy. His disheveled beard receded back into his face, leaving him with short, black stubble but keeping a thick mustache while revealing a much more defined jawline. His face in general was now narrow and much more refined.

The transformation seemed to go on forever, but eventually, it slowed down and stopped. The big, brutish guy was now a completely different person, unrecognizable from his former self. Jerry felt himself up, his hands running up and down his new body, becoming slightly aroused as he became familiar with every single change that occurred.

Despite the initial shock of the transformation, he found himself feeling surprisingly comfortable in his new body. Unbeknownst to him, memories of his past life were in the process of being rewritten. Gone were the days where he played college football with the boys, drank himself under the table, and hit on any women with an impressive set of knockers. Instead, a life of gymnastics and dance, Sunday brunches, and nights out at gay clubs came rushing in.

Jerry stepped out of the porta-pottie, still in somewhat of a daze. He had an inkling that he was supposed to meet someone, but wasn't quite sure who.

"Hey! Over here!" A voice yelled out from the distance, catching the newly transformed man's attention. Jerry turned around, catching a glimpse of the person calling for him. As soon as he saw their face, something immediately clicked in his head.

"Charlie!" Speaking in a much higher-pitched voice, Jerry recognized the man as the very same one from earlier. This time however, they weren't meeting as strangers. Jerry recalled a whole life's worth of memories with Charlie.

"Babe, I turn around for one second and you go disappearing on me." Charlie approached Jerry, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

"Had to go freshen up. Sorry, wasn't aware my boyfriend needed to know my location at all times." Jerry pouted as he put his arm on Charlie, getting ready to lean in for another kiss.

"Oh, you know I go crazy without you." Charlie leaned in as well, with the two men sharing a long, sensual kiss.

"So you ready?" Jerry pulled away. "Got some douchebags on stand by for these tickets. Let's not keep them waiting."

The Mask

Music blasted from the speakers of the car as Tyler drove down the empty streets of the city. Tyler had just finished his shift from work and he was all but eager to go home and drown out the day with a beer or two. He worked for a construction company so the work always left him drained by the shift’s end but this day was especially exhausting, both in a physical and mental sense. To put it short, Tyler was frustrated by his boss’s strict deadlines and his fellow coworkers’ laziness which always left him doing a majority of the work.

Thankfully it was a Friday meaning a full weekend of relaxation and fun before the cycle reset and it was back to the daily grind. Tyler was very much looking forward to a simple night in to recharge and then spend the rest of the weekend doing whatever activities his girlfriend had planned for them.

The following Monday was Halloween and with his girlfriend being very much into the spooky holiday, she had come up with all sorts of things for them to do much to Tyler’s annoyance. He never liked how extra she’d be. Their apartment was filled to the brim with Halloween decorations. Every movie night for the month would be a different horror movie, even if they’d seen it a million times before. And to top it off, she’d go overboard with her costume, sometimes even spending hundreds of dollars crafting her own outfit that she’d only wear that one night.

Tyler tried to not let it bother him too much. He did enjoy some of the aspects of the holiday. And as long as he didn’t have to think about work, that’d be good enough for him. Tyler continued to drive home, eventually hitting a red light. His phone soon started lighting up with notifications.

Hey. Just wanted to remind you about Hailey and Matty’s party today.

I hope you didn’t forget lol

I’m going with nat so I’ll meet you there

And remember that it’s a halloween party so don’t be lame and come with a costume

“You gotta be fucking kidding me, that was today?!” Tyler said out loud to himself as he realized that his plans for the night had just been thrown out the window. He messaged back a quick “Ok” before turning his attention back to the road.

Tyler grumbled to himself as he continued driving. As much as he liked partaking in some of the festivities associated with Halloween, the idea of wearing a costume felt completely juvenile. Nearing almost thirty years old, Tyler felt like the concept was beneath him. But not wanting to disappoint his girlfriend and trying to avoid what would certainly be another fight, he swallowed his pride and searched for costume stores on his phone as soon as he hit another light.

It was not long until Google Maps redirected Tyler to the closest store. To his surprise, there was one directly on the way home. He did find it strange that he had never noticed it on his commute to and from work every day. Before he knew it though, he was already pulling up to the parking lot.

Stepping inside, he found it filled with all kinds of costumes, accessories and typical Halloween decorations. The odd thing was that it was entirely void of customers. The only person Tyler noticed as he entered was an older gentleman sitting at the check out counter reading a magazine. The man, taking an interest in Tyler, walked over to him and welcomed him to his store.

“Welcome to Gerard’s Costume Emporium.” The man jubilantly greeted Tyler. “My name is Gerard of course, if you need any assistance please don’t hesitate to ask.”

“Will do, thanks.” Replied Tyler as he looked the man up and down who despite looking to be in his mid forties appeared to be in extremely good shape with the way his muscles bulged out of his clothes.

“I take it you own the place. This place is not as packed as I thought it’d be, being the day before Halloween after all.” Tyler said, questioning the lack of fellow patrons in the store.

“I opened the store just a few weeks ago. Been worried more about setting up rather than advertising I guess. But business comes and goes. It’s what I love about owning and working at a place like this.” Gerard replied. “I get to do whatever the hell I want and even if it gets busy, I know that things will eventually settle down and I get to relax from time to time.”

“That must be nice.” Tyler said, the thought of work still lingering in his head.

"Yeah, but enough about me. Feel free to look around. I’m sure you’ll find something you’ll like.”

Tyler took the man’s offer and surveyed the aisles of the stores, looking for a costume he deemed suitable.

Despite the variety in selection, Tyler found it difficult to find something he liked that was in his size. Everything was either for women, children, or not to his taste. After searching for a while, Tyler grew frustrated at not being able to find even an iota of a suitable costume he could wear. He eventually took out his phone and started texting his girlfriend.

Babe I can’t find anything at this store

Like there’s literally nothing here for me

Im just gonna show up with what I’m wearing hope that’s ok

Seconds later, his girlfriend responded.

You better not come wearing some plain ass clothes

Omg at least get a mask or something

Tyler rolled his eyes at his girlfriend’s response, something which Gerard took notice off as he began to approach the frustrated-looking man.

“Is everything going okay?” He asked.

“Yeah, yeah.” Tyler answered back as he scanned the entire store before finding what he was looking for.

Tyler walked over to a wall at one end of the store. The entire wall was covered with displays of various types of masks. Tyler carefully studied all of them, trying to pick out the best one, but with so many to choose from it was hard for him to make a decision. As a result, he called Gerard over for an opinion.

“You got a recommendation?” Tyler asked.

“Hmm. Let’s see.” Gerard scanned the wall of masks. “What about one of those Scream masks? Can’t go wrong with a classic!”

“You're right.” Tyler pondered for a moment. “But it feels a bit basic, no? Got anything more inspired?”

Tyler didn’t realize how quickly his apathy towards wearing a costume turned into genuine interest.

Gerard thought to himself, giving Tyler a quick look over and then smirking.

“I do have something in the back I can have you take a look at.” Gerard proceeded to walk towards the back room as he continued talking. “It’s not really Halloween related which is why I didn’t have it out, but I think it would suit you well and it’ll get the job done.”

Gerard came back with a small bag. “Have a look at this.”

Tyler opened up the bag and pulled out a pretty colorful luchador mask. It was primarily blue with white outlines and red stylized eagles going down each side. Above the eye holes also sat a red cross.

“What do you think?” Gerard asked.

Tyler stared at the mask. Memories of his childhood came flashing back to him. “Not gonna lie, it’s pretty cool.” He remembered spending Saturday nights watching wrestling on TV with his dad. The feeling of nostalgia hit hard. “How much for it?”

“I’d normally sell it for $40, but for you I’ll mark it down to $20.” Gerard said. “But let’s try it on first before deciding on anything. These kinds of masks need  to be properly laced up so that they’re not too loose.”

“That’s true.” Tyler agreed with Gerard as he handed the mask back. Gerard then proceeded to walk him towards one of the dressing rooms adorned with a full length mirror.

Taking the mask, he loosened up the laces on the back to allow the hole to open wide enough. Standing behind Tyler, Gerard promptly adorned the mask on Tyler’s head, shifting it around so that the holes would align with Tyler’s eyes and mouth.

Tyler felt the lycra push against his skin and the curves of the mask followed the contours of his face but something didn’t quite feel right. 

“It feels a bit loose. You don’t think the mask’s a bit big for me?” Tyler shared his concerns with Gerard.

“You’ll grow into it. Don’t worry.” Gerard replied as he begun tightening the laces in the back, finishing by tying them into a solid knot.

Before Tyler had a chance to react to Gerard’s strange comment he began to feel a pulsing sensation emanating throughout his body. Starting at the head, going down his body and onto his legs, each pulse caused his muscles to tighten up. Every few seconds a pulse would traverse downwards before Tyler was eventually left completely immobilized. At this point, Tyler would figure out that the pulsing originated from the mask, but all he could do was stare at his reflection in the mirror. A sense of panic took over him, trying his best to move his arms to remove the mask, but it was all futile. He was helpless as he could see Gerard still standing behind him, grinning as he simply watched what was about to unfold.

The pulses would then begin to increase in intensity. With each pulse, his body would add pounds of mass. A combination of muscle and fat, his once lean body would begin to fill out more and more. The most drastic of these changes occurred to his arms and torso. The six-pack abs Tyler was never afraid to flaunt disappeared under a newly formed gut. His defined chest was transformed into a pair of meaty pecs while his shoulders broadened and his arms bulged from all the added muscle. 

Tyler continued to look at himself in the mirror, helpless to what was going on. The tattoos that ran down his right arm faded away and a light covering of hair grew along his chest and arms. At this point his body was almost unrecognizable but Tyler’s face underneath the mask remained unchanged. That was until the pulses emanating from the mask increased in intensity. 

His thin face started filling out, becoming pudgier and rounder. The mask no longer felt loose, but now fit tightly and properly on his head. The light stubble he sported thickened and darkened, covering the entirety of his lower face. Tyler could also feel his hair receding into his head as all that was left beneath the mask was a buzz cut. 

Tyler’s clothes had suddenly disintegrated and in their place emerged a spandex leotard, enveloping his body tightly and showcasing all the mass Tyler had accumulated within the past few minutes. The pulses soon stopped allowing Tyler to move again, but he continued to stand still, motionless.

Gerard appeared from behind Tyler, running his hand all across the man’s hulking body.

“Told you the mask was going to be a good fit.” Gerard whispered into Tyler’s ears. “Now let’s see what we’re working with.”

Gerard begun untying the knots in the back of the mask, loosening up the laces as Tyler stood still, still in a trance-like state. The mask eventually came off, revealing the face of a completely different man than the one who originally put it on.

With the mask off, the haziness in Tyler's head dissipated and he finally started coming to. He looked at Gerard, a sense of familiarity overcoming Tyler as if he'd known the man standing before him. Known him for a long time actually. Then it clicked. Gerard was his husband.

"You doing ok, babe?" Gerard asked, knowing exactly what he'd just done to the man.

"Yeah, yeah. Just spaced out for a bit." Tyler responded, his voice much gruffer than it used to be.

He looked around, his brain still making connections but ignoring the fact that he was wearing a wrestling leotard for whatever reason. Tyler then noticed the plethora of costumes and other halloween decorations spread around him. He remembered unloading them from their boxes after he and Gerard opened up the store several weeks ago. He remembered loving being a co-owner of his own business with his husband.

He had a good life. He was happily married to a man who loved him to the moon and back. He was his own boss, never really stressing about work, and even when things got difficult he had someone to help him shoulder the load. Tyler grabbed the man in front of him, pulling him closer as he kissed him passionately. The two embraced, rubbing their hands across each other's bodies.

"What if we closed shop early? Neither of us got anywhere we gotta be." Tyler suggested as Gerard just gave him a sly look.

Witness Protection

“Move aside.” A stern voice yelled out amongst a mob of people. 

“Everybody stand back.” Another one joined in.

Two authoritative figures, dressed in black suits, adorned in dark sunglasses, and built like trucks helped move people out of the way as though the front doors of the courthouse walked out a young man.

Jackson was an accomplished journalist. His impressive investigative work helped bring to light several of the shady activities that plagued the city of New York. He exposed corruption at the highest levels, reported on several scandals, and even aided in the exposé of a powerful businessman.

What would eventually top off his career though would be his work in infiltrating a drug ring and helping take down one of the biggest mobsters in the city. In fact, this day marked the end of the trial for the mob leader and with Jackson starring as the key witness, the Don was found guilty of all charges brought against him.

Jackson pushed his way through the crowd swarming in front of him. The flashing of cameras, microphones and recorders in his face and the constant questions from reporters and journalists nearly overwhelmed him. It was strange being on the other side of the camera, but he trudged on.

“Right this way.” One of the men in black led Jackson to a black SUV parked on the street by the side of the courthouse. Like vultures, the swarm of paparazzi and reporters followed him all the way to the car, prodding Jackson for a comment about the outcome of the case. 

“Anything to say about the verdict?”

“How much do you believe your testimony influenced the Jury’s decision?”

“Do you fear any sort of retaliation?”

Once Jackson and the two men got inside, the car drove off leaving the posse of inquirers behind. The last question lingered in Jackson’s thoughts however. He spent a considerable amount of time with the mob. He knew what he was getting himself into of course, but the reality of the situation was beginning to dawn on him. The group of people he infiltrated were not only violent, but extremely vindictive. And they would surely seek some form of vengeance against Jackson for what he did. 

For this reason he got in contact with the U.S. Marshals. He was hoping they would be able to offer him some sort of protection after all the dust from the case had settled.

The car ride seemed like it went on forever. Without so much as a peep being muttered, Jackson sat in silence as he sized up the two men who escorted him out of the courthouse. Both were huge, intimidating, and strangely stoic. He was pretty sure they could break him in half if they wanted to. The sudden screeching of tires then broke the silence as Jackson looked out the window, realizing that the car had stopped in front of a large building. A sign read out “United States Marshals - New York Office”.

Being escorted inside, Jackson would soon find himself sitting in what appeared to be a conference room. Left alone, Jackson sat in silence, twiddling his fingers as he looked around inquisitively.  It wouldn’t be long, however, until the door swung open and through it walked in an older-looking man. 

“So you’re the guy who took down the Don, huh?” The man questioned as he sat down across from Jackson. 

“Uhh, yes sir.” Jackson timidly responded.

“It took guts, what you did.” The man said, opening a folder with what appeared to contain files about the court case. “We’ve been trying to take him down for ages. So we at the U.S. Marshals are grateful.”

“I was hoping you’d be.” Jackson spoke up. “I know you guys are able to offer protection.”

The man looked up from his files. “Witness protection is what I’ve been told.”

“Yeah. I’m just afraid they’re gonna come after me.” Jackson pleaded.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place.” The man took out a stack of papers and tossed them in front of Jackson. “Fill these out and we’ll get you started in our Witness Protection Program.”

Jackson gleefully took the forms, reading them over while grabbing a pen from the table.

“Chances are we’ll relocate you to a small town or city in the Northwest. We’ll also take care of arranging your new identity.” The man continued. “New name, new occupation. But all that can be decided later.”

Upon hearing that last part, Jackson stopped what he was doing and looked over to the man.

“New occupation? You mean I can’t keep on being a journalist?” Jackson questioned. “That’s what I’ve spent most of my life doing. I can’t give that up.”

“We can’t risk you drawing unnecessary attention to yourself. You understand that’s the whole point of Witness Protection.” The man proceeded to inform Jackson. “You’re gonna have to settle with living a quiet life.”

“I don’t think that’s something I can do.” Jackson admitted. “I have to feel useful. I have to know I’m making a difference, you know? And the only way I know how to do that is by exposing all the shit doing on in the world.”

The man stared at Jackson for a moment before moving on to the file he had set down. Convinced by Jackson’s words, the yet unnamed man slapped the table and proceeded to get up. “Set those forms down and come with me.”

“Uhh, okay.” Jackson said, not knowing what was going on but happy that his words indeed had an affect on the man.

The man exited the room and with Jackson following closely in tow began to walk down the maze-like hallways of the building. After several minutes, the two reached the very end of a dimly lit hallway, the two standing in front of an unmarked door.

“You said you wanted to feel useful, then go right in.” The man nodded towards the door.

“Thank you.” A grateful Jackson opened the door to the room, turning back to look at the man who he’d never even gotten the name of. Despite not knowing what he was getting himself into, Jackson proceeded to enter nonetheless.

The room was completely empty and windowless. The walls were painted white with the only things one could focus on being a light illuminating the whole room and some vents near the ceiling. A confused Jackson questioned what was going on but before he even had a chance to turn around he heard the door he came through shut tight.

“What’s going on here?” Jackson attempted to open the door, turning the handle with all his might but the door remained shut.

“Hello?! Are you there?!” Jackson pounded at the door, but no answer came from the other side.

Suddenly Jackson would hear the sound of air flowing out of a vent. He’d turn around and see a reddish mist flow into the room, nearly engulfing it within seconds. “What the.. what is this??!”

The moment Jackson opened his mouth to speak, the mist entered his airways and filled his lungs almost immediately. Jackson violently coughed, gasping between each breath causing him to inhale even more of the mist. After a few minutes, the gas had stopped being pumped into the room, but it wasn’t long however until he began to feel its effects.

Jackson could feel his body temperature begin to rise. Radiating outwards from his core, he would soon feel like his skin was on fire with droplets of sweat running down his face. Smothered by the layers of clothing he had worn to the court hearing earlier, Jackson began to undress in a feeble attempt to cool down. Now standing only in his underwear, Jackson hoped that the effects of the mist would subside, but in fact it was only the beginning.

All the muscles on Jackson’s body would soon begin to ache, as if they were tearing themselves apart and healing within microseconds. Jackson could feel himself become bulkier, growing taller. Looking at his hands, his delicate and dainty fingers which he used to type all day became rough and callused, becoming more adept for a blue collar lifestyle. His attention then focused up his arms. His previously lanky forearms became toned as his veins were much more clearly visible. And while his biceps and triceps were nothing to scoff at before, they had now ballooned to the size of his head. Jackson felt them up as they were hard to the touch while still emanating a sizzling heat.

His upper torso was next as his previously flat chest was replaced by a firm yet squeezable set of pecs. Jackson would take the opportunity to feel them up himself, feeling how meaty they felt when relaxed but how rock solid they’d turn when flexed. His hands would go further south passing by the rows of newly formed abdominals until they reached down to his lower body. 

His quads had nearly doubled in mass, now capable of crushing anything that got between them. His ass adding mass as well while still becoming firm. One could easily bounce a quarter off it. Jackson would then feel his underwear become tight at the front. His previous six inch little guy expanded into a 9 inch love sausage. The rush of hormones circulated throughout. After all these changes to his body, Jackson could begin to feel himself cool off. A relief, all things considered.

The process was far from over, unfortunately. All the heat instead moved on to his face where Jackson would begin to feel as if his facial features were rearranging themselves. His styled and quiffed hair receded into his scalp, his hairline moving back giving Jackson a shaved appearance. The stubble he kept trimmed and clean formed a goatee around his mouth, all his remaining hair turning black in the process. His eyes, blue as the ocean, turned into a dark brown. His brow became slightly furrowed, his straight nose becoming wider, and his lips becoming more plump and fuller. The biggest change of all came when Jackson reached towards his changing face, he noticed his pale, white skin becoming darker by the second. Eventually his whole body retaining the complexion of an African-American man.

Finally, the transformation was complete. A well-dressed journalist entered the room, but now all that remained was an adonis-like, half naked Goliath. Drips of sweat were still running down Jackson’s new body. He was still too stunned to speak but in his heart of hearts, he liked what he saw.

The door to the room then swung open with the man from before casually walking in. “Quite the transformation, huh?”

“What did you do? Why am I like this?” Jackson spoke, his voice now several octaves lower.

“We gave you what you wanted.” The man replied. “Now you don’t have to worry about going into hiding.”

Jackson continued feeling up his new body as the man kept talking.

“The mist is a new technology we’ve developed. It lets us hide our valuable assets in plain sight. You should know we don’t offer it to just anyone.”

“Is this.. permanent?” Jackson asked. “It will wear off after a while if you don’t keep being exposed to the mist. Enough exposures though and it can become permanent.”

Jackson thought about his situation, his head flooded with so many emotions and feelings about what had just transpired. He then gets handed a file by the man.

“If you ask me, I say you leave your previous identity behind. Jackson’s a wanted man. He’ll truly never know peace as he goes through the rest of his days continuously watching his back, sleeping with one eye open.”

Jackson proceeded to open the file, immediately revealing a picture of his new self along with other kinds of biographical information.

“This new identity however, Darrell Williams, gets to start life anew. He gets to work as a U.S. Marshall, serving our country out of our New Orleans branch in Louisiana. Not serving in a way you’re accustomed to, but you’d still be out there making a difference.” The man cracks a smile. “So Jackson, what will it be?”

…

“The name’s Darrell.” He shuts the file and proceeds to walk out of the room with the man.

Tourist Trap

Taking in the radiant Mediterranean sun, Lucas fiddled with his phone as he slouched further down on the comfy lounge chair he laid on. Every now and then he’d take a sip of his refreshing piña colada. This beach resort, situated along the Spanish coast, was the last stop on his European sponsored trip. Being a travel blogger after all, Lucas was given extravagant and luxury trips for little to no cost at all. All he had to do was promote whichever company was sponsoring him on his social media pages. And considering the amount of followers he had, these trips were a dime a dozen.

This marked his final day on the European continent before he flew back to the States. Trying to enjoy all the amenities he was provided and attempting to relax before his long flight home, Lucas still diligently scrolled through all the photos he had taken on his phone. While his job as an influencer might seem like the easiest thing ever, Lucas took it very seriously as he painstakingly reviewed every photo before deciding on the ones he’d use on his sponsored post.

Satisfied with the choices he made, Lucas put his phone away and took in the view. It was a sunny day with no cloud in sight. The glistening waters reflected the sun’s rays and in the distance Lucas could see several boats floating by. Going to take another sip of his drink, he realized that he had finished it already. Wanting to relax a bit more before eventually turning in, Lucas headed off towards the bar at the resort he was staying at.

“Hola, otra bebida por favor.” With an American accent, Lucas used whatever limited Spanish he had at his disposal.

A man working the other side of the counter turned around. He was a burly man with a heavy build. A little shorter than average. He donned straw hat with a open buttoned shirt, revealing his hairy chest for all to see. What immediately caught the eye though was his thick and bushy mustache.

“Buenas tardes compadre. No worries, we all speak English here.” The man said with the hint of a Spanish accent.

“Oh.” Lucas said, somewhat relieved. “Can I get another piña colada?”

“Sure thing.” The man replied as he began to start making the drink. “Enjoying your vacation?”

“Uh, yeah. It’s been pretty fun so far.” Lucas replied, not expecting to be making conversation. “It’s very beautiful here.”

“It’s one of España’s hidden treasures. We don’t get too many tourists here actually.” The man continued to talk as he prepared the drink. “What made you come here?”

Lucas looked at the man hesitantly.

“Oh sorry, I don’t mean to pry.” The man apologized. “My name is Hector by the way.”

“Hello Hector, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Lucas. And that’s okay, no worries.” Lucas and Hector both shook hands as they introduced each other. “I’m actually here for work.”

“Oh really?” Hector said inquisitively.

“Yeah, I get trips like these pretty much for free. All I gotta do is promote the company on my social media pages. This resort actually contacted me and offered a stay at some of their locations in Spain, France, and Italy.”

“That’s amazing!”

“It’s a pretty sweet gig.” Lucas said humbly.

Hector then handed him the drink. As Lucas was about to take it and walk back to his lounge chair, Hector proceeded to ask more about his job.

“So I take it you’ve been able to visit many places?”

“Umm, yeah..” Lucas replied. “Europe and Asia mostly.”

“Oh wow, and what do you have planned next?”

Knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, Lucas sat down at the bar. “Well I don’t have any arrangements at the moment. I have a flight home tomorrow.” He thought for a moment. “Although, I have been chatting with a travel agency from South America. If I can land them as a sponsor, I bet I could nab some pretty sweet trips.”

“Oh, so you’re leaving tomorrow?” Hector said in a dejected tone. “Let me whip you up a special something!”

Hector rushed to the backroom of the small bar he was attending.

“Oh, there’s really no need!” Lucas yelled out, trying to make sure the man had heard him.

“Consider it a complementary drink from the hotel.” Hector walked back in with several supplies in hand.

“Well, technically, every drink is complementary. That was included in the package.” Lucas tried to correct him.

“Then consider it a complementary drink from me, amigo!”

Hector proceeded to quickly slice several pieces of fruit before putting it all inside a clear glass pitcher. He then poured a red liquid and mixed it all together. From the smell, Lucas could figure out that Hector had made Sangria. He then poured a drink for the both of them.

“Cheers!” Hector said loudly as he clinked his glass against Lucas’s. Hesitant about drinking it at first, Lucas let himself enjoy it after watching Hector down his drink in a single gulp.

“It’s actually pretty good. But I gotta get going. Thanks again Hector.” Lucas waved goodbye as he headed back to his spot at the beach.

“Hope to see you again!” Hector said jubilantly.

Shortly after making his way back Lucas once again looked at all the pictures of his travels, making any last minute adjustments. He suddenly began to feel tired and after a short while was extremely exhausted. Taking this as his cue, Lucas finally decided to call it a night and headed back to his hotel room for a proper night’s rest before his long flight home.

Waking up to the sound of an alarm, Lucas woke up for the day feeling strange. Feeling as if he had been hit by a truck, he found it difficult to get out of bed. His vision also felt obscured. He had some drinks the night before, but Lucas made sure not to overdo it. But everything felt like the symptoms of a hangover. Feeling a heaviness about him, Lucas trudged out of bed. Disoriented, he took a few steps forward before noticing something peculiar.

The layout of the room he was in was different. He was staying in a large suite with a queen sized bed. But this room had two twin sized beds instead. The decor remained the same though, making Lucas think that he maybe had gone partying the night before and had gotten pretty drunk. Identifying where the bathroom was, he beelined towards it, turning on the faucet and splashing his face with cold water. Lucas looked at his reflection, doing a double take as he was still feeling very groggy.

Staring back at him in the mirror was the faint outline of someone he found familiar. Thinking he was just seeing things, Lucas rubbed his eyes, but once his vision finally became clear the severity of his situation finally donned upon him. Someway, somehow, Lucas had woken up in the body of his friend from yesterday, Hector.

Lucas ran his hands across his new body. Moving past his gut, his fingers grazed through the dense forest of hair on his chest before eventually settling on his face, finally noticing his thick mustache tickling his upper lip. His face was no longer sleek and sharp, but now round and heavy. His brown hair was also no more, instead replaced by a shaved head. Overall, he looked plump, almost chubby, but there was still plenty of muscle underneath it all.

A sense of panic overcame Lucas as he could not understand why this had happened. He needed answers, and he needed them now. The only way of doing so was to find Hector. Stepping out of the room he had awoken in, he moved as fast as his new body would let him until he reached the room he was staying in. However, instead of any sign of Hector he’d find a housekeeper cleaning the room.

“Hola señora. ¿Sabes dónde esta el chavo que se quedó en este cuarto?” In the rush of it all, Lucas didn’t even notice he had just spoken fluent Spanish as he asked the woman where the person who was staying in the room went.

“Nó.” Replied the woman as she shook her head.

Lucas’s next inclination was to go to the bar. At this point it was his only option left. As soon as he made his way there, yet again there was no sign of Hector. Lucas slammed his fists against the counter in a fit of rage and hopelessness but then noticed a phone along with what appeared to be a note on the other side of the bar.

“Hola amigo. I’m sorry that things had to go this way. But after hearing you talk about your life and listening to your many stories about your travels, I knew I needed to experience that too. This resort is beautiful, but it’s all I’ve known and it probably will be all I’ll ever know. Or at least it would have been. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your body and return it safe and sound once I’ve had my fun. Not sure how long, but I promise the day will come. The phone should have everything you’ll need to get by.”

Lucas stops reading and takes the phone, grappling it hard in his hand. The face recognition activates, causing the phone to unlock and what appears to be Hector’s social media pages pop up. 

Lukas continues reading as he swipes through the pictures. “And it’s not like you got a shabby body in return. Despite my age, I still take care of that thing. Keep it that way. -Hector”. Lucas pauses on the last picture as he sets the note down, still trying to process everything that happened.

Anchorman

“Coming up later will be Susan Fields, author of New York Time’s best selling book, “Finding Your Inner Self”, the story of a woman who traveled around the world only to find out that her inner Goddess was hiding inside all along.”

Eddie didn’t even think twice before reading aloud the words appearing on the teleprompter. He simply went about his daily routine, working as an anchorman for one of the city’s biggest networks.

“But as soon as we come back from the break, get ready for something a bit raunchy as I talk to adult entertainer, Maxxim Rodovsky, about his upcoming Netflix documentary. We’ll see you back here in just a moment.”

“Three minute break!” A production assistant yelled out as he quickly darted across the set. Eddie took a deep breath as he hunched over in his chair, taking out his phone and scrolling past his feed before deciding to open up the Camera app.

After making sure his hair still looked ok, Eddie put the phone back in his pocket before going over his notes about his upcoming interview. Reading over his list of topics, the newsman could only sigh as he read over all the things his producer had prepared for him to ask during the interview..

All these years spent earning his journalism degree and the amount of hard work he did to move up the ladder within his news network only to be doing ridiculous fluff pieces nobody even watched. Viewership during his segments was amongst the lowest during the broadcast and Eddie definitely felt like he deserved to be doing something more meaningful, something more impactful.

The hard hitting interviews, on location news reports, that’s what he wanted to cover. Things that got people watching and engaged.

While Eddie stewed in his own head, he didn’t even notice the set change in front of him to accommodate the guest he was about to interview. An Adonis of a man walked in his direction. Adorning a pair of faded blue jeans and a white tank top, the man approached Eddie and stretched out his hand.

“Hello, I’m Maxxim, thanks again for having me.”

Snapping out of his own thoughts, Eddie greeted the man, shaking his hand and feeling the absolute strength as Maxxim followed through with a firm handshake.

“To be honest, not many stations agreed to hold an interview. A lot of them aren’t as progressive I guess.” Maxxim commented as all Eddie could do is give a head nod as he arranged his notes together.

“Going back live in 5… 4…. 3…. 2….” Counted down the producer before finally pointing towards Eddie, indicating that the show was now back live.

“Welcome back everyone.” said Eddie, reading off the teleprompter again. “Now we got something real special for you all. Next to me is the star of Netflix’s upcoming docuseries, telling the story of a man at the height of a highly prestigious career who decided to leave it all to pursue a life as an adult film star.” Eddie couldn’t believe the words he was saying as he turned to his side. “Maxxim Rodovsky, happy to have you here.”

“Happy to be here.” Said Maxxim.

“So Maxxim, I think the question everybody wants to ask is “Why?” Why leave the life you had to go into something like adult films?” Eddie asks.

“Well, before all this I used to work as a lawyer in a big and fancy firm. Day in and day out I’d spend all day in a cramped office in a stuffy suit, talking to probably the most boring and uninteresting people in the world.”

“But I’m sure it also had its benefits.” Eddie interjected, going off script while receiving a confused look by his producer.

“Yeah, the salary and the stability was fine. But you lose yourself in a soul sucking job like that. Now I get to be the one doing the sucking.” Maxxim gives Eddie a wink as he delivers the last line. “Plus I get to travel all over the place, meet a lot of different and interesting people, and I’d say you reach a much larger audience than by doing anything else.”

The last few words echoed in Eddie’s head. How could someone with an undignified job as a fucking porn star be a lot happier and much better off than him.

The teleprompter displayed the next question Eddie was to ask, but he instead just ignored it as he was in his own little world. He felt a few little taps on his arm and noticed that Maxxim had been trying to get his attention. Suddenly, everything began to get a lot brighter, as if every light in the studio was turned on to max brightness and were all pointed at him. The intensity of the lights forced him to keep his eyes shut tight.

“Haha, real funny.” Eddie thought to himself, thinking this was his producer’s way of getting back at him for going off script.

Eddie would then inexplicably feel his bare skin exposed as the nice suit he had been wearing suddenly disappeared. In its place, a thin and sleeveless denim jacket alongside a pair of white Colt underwear would be the only things keeping him covered.

Eddie was already a very handsome man, he kept himself in great shape so he was definitely not ashamed of showing a bit of skin every once in a while. However, this was his workplace and whatever kind of prank this was he wasn’t laughing. He would soon learn that this was not some kind of practical joke.

Despite being blinded by the lights, Eddie could feel his body undergo numerous changes. He would feel heavier as his lean body would begin packing pounds of muscle. The biceps and triceps in his arms swelled up, growing to a size he never thought imaginable. The muscles in his forearms grew to match with thick vascular veins pushing up against his skin. His previously thin fingers became thicker as his smooth hands became more rough and calloused.

His upper body was next as his torso expanded, with his pecs filling up like balloons as they filled out the denim jacket. His abs bulging outwards. Eddie was known to shave his chest, leaving the skin smooth and bare, but long, black hairs suddenly grew across his entire torso, covering his whole chest and stomach in a layer of hair.

Eddie’s slim legs almost doubled in size, creating a pair of powerful thighs while his ass became much more rotund, filling in the new pair of underwear he found himself in. Along the crotch, Eddie could feel the fabric stretch to it’s absolute limit as his new and improved member grew to a mouthwatering 9 inches.

The final of these changes were concentrated on his head. The light brown hair Eddie had turned coal black. His beard followed suit. The hair around his upper lip, however, thickened and grew longer forming a rather impressive mustache. His face in general appeared much more masculine. Soon, the blinding lights started to dim, revealing the gargantuan man standing in Eddie’s place.

As the lights dimmed, Eddie opened his eyes and it became apparent that he wasn’t in the studio anymore. He was standing in the middle of a bedroom with what appeared to be an amateur filming set up. A camcorder on a tripod with a few ring lights set up pointing in his direction. Eddie then felt a familiar tap on his much broader shoulder.

“Hey Ed, you ready?” Maxxim suddenly appeared besides him. “We have a flight tomorrow morning for Amsterdam. So we gotta get this done quick.” Using a remote he started the camcorder, with a blinking red right indicating the recording had begun.

Without being able to say a word, Maxxin threw his arms around Eddie, removing the denim jacket and immediately giving Eddie a kiss on the lips. Despite being taken aback, Eddie let himself fall into the kiss, unbeknownst to him his memories were being rewritten in the process.

After dropping out of college, Eddie remembered pursuing a career in the adult film industry. He got in better shape than ever and was able to meet many different and interesting people. Not only that but he got to travel all over the world as a result. All the fucking wasn’t so bad either.

“Everything ok?” Maxxim whispered.

The new memories flooded Eddie’s head but after a moment he finally came to. Looking deeply into Maxxim’s eyes, he proceeded to use his incredible strength to throw him onto the bed and then removed both his and Maxxim’s tight fitting underwear. Eddie had completely settled into his new life, once thrust at a time.

Family Man

Scott sat sprawled out in the recliner he kept in his office while he and his coworker Bill had lunch together. A friendly conversation occurs between the two when Scott’s cell phone starts going off. After several rings the call is left unanswered, going directly to voicemail as a pop up message displaying “Missed Call from Stacey” appeared on the screen.

“You’re not going to get that?” Bill asked.

“Nah. I just know she’s gonna start bitching at me again.” Scott replied. “We got into it again last night.”

“She’ll still going on about that?”

“The woman won’t drop it!” Scott said exacerbated. “Every time I come home she brings it up. She makes it seem like I purposely try to avoid them. That I don’t want to spend time with my own wife and kids.”

“That’s harsh.” Bill said, taking a bite out of his sandwich afterwards.

“Yeah. I now do my workout before work instead of after. I wake up a whole 90 minutes earlier than I used to just to be home by 6 and I think she still doesn’t appreciate it.”

“Well to be honest, you don’t have to take on all those extra projects. Do you really need all that extra overtime?” Bill attempts to play devil’s advocate. “Your project pile is starting to look a bit excessive.”

Bill turns over to look at Scott’s desk which is overflowing with folders upon folders of work projects.

“Dude, what the fuck. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“Sorry, man. Just trying to give you some perspective. Maybe try to lighten your load.” Bill advices. “Then maybe you wouldn’t have to jump through all these hoops just to keep Stacey happy.”

“The thing you don’t get is that all that-” Scott points towards his desk. “That’s our only source of income. Stacey doesn’t work, so the mortgage, our credit card bills, insurance, all that needs to be paid somehow.”

Both Scott and Bill turn silent for a moment as they begin packing up the lunch they had been eating.

“Trust me, if I could find a way to become “Mr. Stay-at-home Dad”, I would.”

“I feel ya.” Bill tries to reassure him. “Well, I gotta get going. Thanks again for lunch.”

“Don’t mention it.” Scott waves as Bill steps out, leaving him alone in his spacious office.

As soon as the door completely shuts, a queasy feeling starts to manifest itself within Scott. Thinking it’s just a bad reaction to the food, Scott attempts to walk it off. The feeling subdues for a moment, before eventually coming back more intense than before. Scott immediately doubles over, clutching his sides as he lays on the floor. Suddenly, the dress shirt and pants he had been wearing suddenly disappear, fading out of existence and leaving Scott only in his underwear as he continues to writhe on the floor.

While in this state, Scott’s body begins to undergo a series of changes. The bones in his limbs become more compact, resulting in him losing several inches in height, going from a desirable 6’3 to a rather average 5’9. He also begins losing definition from his well-toned body as years of work and dedication are undone in just a matter of seconds. It’s not too long though until layers of fat begin to build on top of parts of his body, giving Scott a more burly appearance.

The more notable changes occurred to his torso. His toned pectorals begin to sag somewhat as a light layer of fat accumulated on top. His gut extends forward as well, giving Scott a bit of a belly and covering up his rippled abs and obliques. To further complete his dad bod transformation, a mixture of brown and grey hairs begin to grow all over his mid-section and along his chest. The dense hair growth ends up almost covering his chest and stomach.

Scott’s face finally begins to change as well to better complement his new body. It becomes fuller as his narrow face broadens. His neck thickens while his jawline becomes obscured by a little extra mass, his cleft chin disappearing in the process. The short hair he sported lengthens, becoming wavy as it flows backwards while also turning a little darker in coloration with a few white hairs scattered here and there. And lastly, his short stubble recedes back into his skin, except for the hair lining his upper lip. Instead, the hairs become thicker as they form a nice mustache.

Now in a completely new body, Scott reorients himself as he gets off the floor. Unbeknownst to him, his surroundings had changed during his transformation as he now found himself inside his own home. It was a familiar sight but something felt off. It was then when Scott finally realized what had happened. Catching his reflection in one of the mirrors, he sees a hefty middle=aged man staring back at him. He observes himself, rubbing his hands along his extended gut, running his fingers through his wavy hair, and touching his mustache. Scott was seconds away from a full meltdown before he hears someone call out to him.

“Daddy!” A small boy runs towards him. “You were supposed to hide!”

“Does that mean I win?” Another small boy emerges from behind the curtains.

The sound of the two children suddenly triggers something within Scott. His past memories of his professional life, including the long shifts at work, coming home late, and constant bickering with his wife are replaced with fonder ones. Scott now only remembers the days spent at home with his children. Since the day they were born he’s always been by their side.

“Yes it does.” Scott says. “Looks like we have our hide and seek champion!” Scott runs to his children, picking them both up as they giggle joyously. Life for Scott has definitely gotten better since he quit his job to become a stay at home dad all those years ago.

The Interview

Cory stood in line at the coffee shop, scrolling between the different apps on his phone and messing with his tie at every chance he got. He was never one to get all dressed up, but he had a job interview coming up that day. He was definitely nervous and all the angst was beginning to show. The interview was for a position as a bartender at a night club and even though it wasn’t the most lavish of jobs, it was definitely a step up from where Cory found himself currently.

Finally getting his coffee to help calm his nerves, Cory snapped a selfie of himself, cracking a smile, and posted it on his Instagram. “Wish me luck! #interview”.

After finishing up, Cory made his way towards Russian Roulette, one of the hottest clubs in the city. Cory had heard from his friends that the tips alone were reason enough to apply. And he knew he was more than qualified for the job. He’d spent years working as a barista at coffee shops and a bartender at other local bars. All he had to do was nail the interview and the job was as good as his.

The problem, however, was that Cory was terrible at making good first impressions. He lacked the confidence required to let his amicable and charming self show. Instead he rambled on, losing his train of thought, and derailing the whole conversation before it ever had a chance to go somewhere.

Before he even realized Cory already found himself in front an imposing building. A large, neon sign with the words “Russian Roulette” sat atop of the main entrance. Two hulking men in black shirts with the club’s name stood at each end. The club wasn’t even open yet, so Cory thought about how strange it was that the bouncers were already at work. Cory approached one of the men, who did not even acknowledge his presence.

“Hi, I’m here for an interview.” Cory said shyly. The man said nothing as he opened the door for Cory, letting him go inside. Once through the front doors, Cory wandered throughout the building. Numerous men and women were walking about, working. Some were cleaning up from the night before. Others were loading in supplies from out back. Cory then finally saw the bar where he hoped he’d be working at soon.

A young, good looking man was standing behind the bar, seemingly doing inventory as he stood focused on some forms on his clipboard. Cory approached the man and explained that he was here to interview for a bartending position. The man stopped what he was doing and looked at Cory. 

“You’re Cory?” The man said in a thick Russian accent.

Cory nodded as the man told him to stay put while he went to get his manager. The man walked into another room where Cory noticed yet another bouncer standing guard. He definitely thought it was strange to have this many guys on site during closing hours. But before he had a chance to finish his thought, the manager waved for Cory to come on over.

“Hello, welcome Cory, come sit down. I’m sorry for all this mess.” The manager invited Cory in as he attempted to straighten out his desk from all the papers, folders, and other office supplies laying about. The man also spoke in an accent. “I’m Anatoly, the manager of the Russian Roulette. Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you as well.” Cory replied, still trying to get over his nerves from before.

“So I am just going to ask you a few questions about the job.” Anatoly said as he sat down behind his desk, grabbing a pen and a few forms from his drawer. “Ok, so tell me Cory, why do you think you’re a good fit for our club.”

Cory took a second to think about his response before finally arriving at an answer. “Well I’m a very outgoing person. I love talking to people. I’m also the kind of person who can keep organized even while multitasking, which I think is something important for this position.”

“Ok, ok.” Anatoly wrote on the forms. “How well do you handle performing under pressure.”

“I like to think I excel at that.” Cory responded.

“Wonderful!” Anatoly’s eyes gleamed. “Let me give you a scenario and you tell me how you would respond.”

“Alright.” Cory listened intently.

“You have two guys fighting on the floor. They are drunk. They are throwing fists as you Americans would say. And it is just you. How do you break it up?”

The question somewhat confused Cory. Last time he checked, breaking up fights wasn’t one of the job duties of a bartender. Norway security would intervene. But Cory really wanted the position so he played along. “I guess I’d call for back up and try to separate them?”

“Have you ever been in a fight yourself?”

“Not like a bar fight, but I have taken taekwondo before.” Cory said, reassuring Anatoly that he wouldn’t at least be helpless in that situation.

“Interesting.” Said Anatoly. “Now tell me, Cory, do you have any kind of experience working security?”

“Security?” Cory was confused. “I’m sorry Mr. Anatoly, but I think you have the positions mixed up. I thought this was an interview for a bartending position.”

Anatoly stared at Cory for a second, looking him up and down. “Oh you’re right. My mistake. It appears I had the wrong forms.” Cory was relieved. In no way was he qualified to work as one of those bouncers so he was happy to see that everything was straightened out. Anatoly stepped out of his office and called to the bartender.

“получить напитки” He yelled out in Russian.

Moments later, the bartender stepped inside the office with a tray with three drinks. 

“These here are our three most popular drinks. All you have to do is tell me what each of them are and the job is yours.”

This couldn’t have been that simple. But the way Cory looked at Anatoly, he could tell that the club manager was dead serious. Cory took the first drink and sniffed it real quick. Without even taking a sip, he could tell from the strong smell that it was straight up vodka. He looked at Anatoly who was watching intently and took a drink. The liquid burned on its way down. And within a matter of seconds, Cory could already feel his body warm up. “This vodka is some strong stuff.”

“We only import the best Vodka from our homeland.” Anatoly said as he pushed the second drink towards Cory.

This one came in an old-fashioned glass. The drink was served with ice and was mostly white with a dark, brown-colored base. Pulling it up to his nose, Cory noted the smell of both alcohol and coffee. Taking a sip, the taste of vanilla cream became clear as day. “This is a vodka cocktail, White Russian?”

“Indeed.” Anatoly was pleased with his answer. He then pushed the last drink in his direction. This one was purely white and had no distinguishable smell. Cory took a small sip and besides the alcoholic after taste, he was unable to make out what it was. Worried he wouldn’t be able to figure it out, Cory consumed more and more of the drink, attempting to make out any discernible details. Before he even realized, he had already consumed it all. 

“I can make out the taste of milk. Maybe fermented milk? I really don’t know. This one is new to me. I’m sorry.” Cory had absolutely no idea what this drink was. He’d never had it before nor had he ever prepared anything like it.

“Give it a minute.” Anatoly reassured him. “This is a special drink that comes all the way from the Ukraine.”

All of a sudden, a memory started to form in Cory’s head. And with that came a single word. “Ryazhenka.” Cory said out loud, not knowing what it meant or how he even knew of it.

“Amazing! That is correct!” Anatoly stood up from his desk and approached a Cory. “You will fit in here quite well.”

Something didn’t sit well with Cory however. How strange was it that the name of the drink just appeared out of no where. It was such a foreign drink too. No way he ever would have guessed it like that. Cory continued to obsess over it until a faint memory started to manifest itself.

Growing up with the white, winter snow back in Soviet Russia. Spending hours upon hours at work in the factories years later only to attempt to forget the day away with bottles of Ryazhenka.

Cory started getting a feeling of homesickness. However, these were not his memories. He never lived through any of that. He was born and grew up in sunny California and he was barely a baby during the days of the Soviet Union. So none of this made any sense. The more Cory got caught up in his own head, the less he became aware of what was happening to him. Meanwhile, Anatoly just stood there, watching in contempt as he witnessed Cory begin to change in front of his very own eyes.

Cory started growing, his body stretching itself until he reached a height of 6’5. Meanwhile, his thin and lanky frame began accumulating pounds of muscle. A stupid amount at that. His biceps and triceps expanded, stretching out the seams of his dress shirt until the whole thing disintegrated into pieces of fabric. His thighs filled out his ironed pants. On Cory’s chest, his previously flat pecs ballooned to incredible sizes, perfectly complimenting the row of abs that bulged out more and more in his stomach. Once his body was done changing, his skin tone started to darken just a bit. His ghostly white skin turning a shade or two darker.

Finally came the changes to his face. Years of hard work and experience were added to his youthful complexion. Looking to be somewhere in his thirties, Cory’s demeanor also changed as his friendly face slowly turned more serious. The facial hair he had been sporting shortened into a tight stubble while his styled hair became a crew cut. 

Anatoly had been watching all this in silence. The man sitting in the chair nearly indistinguishable from the one who came in for the interview. 

“вставай” Anatoly said, appearing to snap Cory out of the trance he was in. “твоя смена скоро начнется.” He then goes on to toss a black shirt over to him, urging him to put it on as his shift is about to begin.

“да сэр” Cory, or Dmitri as he now called himself, replied back, speaking perfect Russian and his voice much deeper than before. He does as he’s told, putting on the cotton shirt as it stretches around his bulging body. On the front lies the club’s logo while Cyrillic letters in white font spelling “охрана” are etched across the back. 

Border Patrol

“Attention all units. We have a reports of a suspicious Hispanic male near the intersection of Aliante and Saint Rose. Possibly in possession of drug paraphernalia. Any available units please respond.”

A robotic woman’s voice spoke over the police radio. Two men donning police uniforms sitting in their patrol car listened intently. They’d been parked along the side of the road, watching for any speeding cars passing by. The man on the driver’s side looked at his partner and smiled.

“10-4. Unit 1-1-0-3 on their way.” The man talked into his radio. On his uniform the name “D. Owens” was embroidered on. “Looks like we got a drug bust on our hands. You up for it Gorski?”

“Beats sitting by the side of the road watching traffic.” Gorski sat up straight. “The call came in for a suspicious man though. I don’t think it’s gonna be all that exciting.”

The police car turned on and drove onto the road, the sirens on full blast as Owens weaved in between oncoming traffic.

“Nine times out of ten, a call like this ends with a shoot out between police and drug cartels.” Owens said through the noise from the siren. “I know you’re new to the area, but border towns like this are infamous for cartels and gangs smuggling drugs across the border.”

“Then let ICE deal with that shit.”

“Cant let them have all the fun.” Owens continued driving through the streets until the two officers finally arrived at the intersection that was previously reported. They got out of the car and immediately started to comb the area for any unusual activity.

Owens and Gorski turned the corner onto an alley way, suddenly coming across a group of men talking. The men were all Hispanic with shaved heads and tattoos all over their bodies. One of them in particular was carrying a backpack.

“Hey fellas, mind if I ask a few questions?” Owens yelled over to the men who all looked startled as the two officers approached them.

“¡Es la migra!” One of the men screamed causing everyone to quickly disperse and run away in every direction.

Officer Owens set his eyes on the man with the backpack and he mad dashed straight towards him. Gorski meanwhile focused his attention on the other guys, forcing Owens to yell over to him.

“Don’t worry about those guys! Can’t let this one get away.”

Owens continued in his pursuit as he chased the man through a series of narrow alleyways. The Hispanic man was fast, but Owens was easily able to keep up. After all, he was in tip top shape and held many coarse records back at the academy. The path eventually reached a dead end with the man looking frantic as he tried to figure a way out.

“Sorry ‘hombre’, but your time is up.” Owens taunted the man as he approached him, pulling out a set of handcuffs from his waist.

In a last ditch effort, the man suddenly rammed his body against a nearby door, busting it open as he fell onto the floor. Owens just watched on, seemingly impressed at the lengths the man was willing to go to escape.

Once inside what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse building, the man attempted to get back up but was forced onto the ground by Owens as he placed his knee on his back.

“This is the end of the line for you.” Owens commented to the man as he reached for his walkie. “Gorski, I got the guy. Need backu-“

Owens suddenly felt a heavy smack on the back of his head, causing him to fall over onto the hard concrete floor. Behind him stood another Hispanic looking man holding a piece of plywood in his hands. Unlike the other men, this one was donning a rather expensive looking suit.

“Ay wey, you really let this guy catch you like that.” The man spoke in a heavy Mexican accent as he went over to grab the backpack that had fallen on the floor.

“Sorry Cruz, but that thing weighs a fucking ton. You expect me to run with that.” The other man replied, getting off from the floor. Both men stared down at Owens as he went in an out of consciousness.

“You know what to do with him. Go get the others.” Cruz gave his orders as Owens laid helpless, feeling his feet getting tugged and his body dragged across the floor.

A sudden slap to the face eventually snapped Officer Owens back to reality. He looked around, noticing that he was still in the same warehouse but was now entirely surrounded by what appeared to be a whole gang of people. As soon as he got his bearings, Owens tried to move and reach out for his gun holstered on his waist, but quickly discovered that his hands were tied behind his back with zip ties. He also noticed Officer Gorski in the same position next to him.

“I hope you guys know the trouble all of you are gonna find yourselves in. Assaulting and detaining an officer is a serious crime under Penal Code 241.” Owens tried to talk his way out of the situation.

“Oh, I don’t think we’re gonna have to worry about that.” Cruz made his way through the group of men until he stood at the very front, facing both Owens and Gorski. “It helps when you have friends on the inside.”

“What?” Owens was confused. “No way we could have dirty cops.”

“Oh, but you soon will.” Replied Cruz. He snapped his fingers and the man with the backpack from before walked up.

“For years now, we’ve been having problems with our guys getting deported back across the border by you pigs. And being short on men isn’t good for business. So we’ve been workin on something very special.”

Owens and Gorski both looked at each other with worried expressions as Cruz reached into the backpack and took out what appeared to be a vial of red liquid.

“Get that one ready.” Cruz told his men as he poured the liquid into a plastic cup. His men meanwhile grabbed Officer Gorski, forcing him onto a chair as Cruz walked up to him slowly. “Drink up.”

Against his wishes, Cruz poured the drink into Gorski’s mouth through a funnel as he was held still by his men. Gorski appeared to be choking on the liquid as it was forced into him. Eventually, most of the drink made its way into the officer’s system. He panted heavily, his face dripping wet, and his signature twirly mustache soaked and stained red.

“Gorski, you okay?” Owens attempted to check on his partner as he sat unresponsive in the chair. “Hey, look at me.”

Gorski then felt his hands free up as the zip ties keeping them restrained were cut up by Cruz. In the flash of a second, Gorski was quick to pull his gun out on Cruz, much to the delight of Owens. However, that’s when the changes started to occur.

In front of his very own eyes, Owens saw his partner transform into someone else. Gorski’s tall 6’3 stature shrunk until he now stood at an unimpressive 5’9. His stocky build also decreased, replacing his hard earned muscles with thin and lanky appendages. His blue police uniform also shrunk to conform into his new physique. Then, his short, crew cut styled hair receded back into his head, giving him a shaved appearance reminiscent of most of the men they were surrounded by. His beard and mustache also disappeared, leaving Gorski with no facial hair whatsoever. And finally, his facial fractures restructured itself, giving him a more Latino appearance.

With his gun still pointed at Cruz, Gorski’s memories and experiences began to get replaced by new ones. He remembered growing up as the son to illegal immigrants. Joining the police force only to serve his fellow gang members. Gorski was gone, he only knew himself as Officer Escobar. Realizing he was pointing his gun at his boss, Escobar uncocked the gun and handed it over to Cruz.

“Alright, now it’s his turn.” Cruz turned his attention to Owens who had just witnessed his partner turn undergo a total transformation. He didn’t want the same thing to happen to him, so he desperately tried to free himself but to no avail. Escobar grabbed his former partner and forced him onto the chair, keeping his mouth open with the same funnel that was used on him. Cruz then poured the liquid as Owens was helpless but to let everything happen.

As soon as Owens had ingested the drink, he could already feel the changes begin to occur. Just like with Gorski, Owen’s height and size shrunk to that of a 5’8 skinny and thin man. His hair also receded back into his hairline, with his short stubble rearranging itself into a goatee. His blue eyes turned dark brown and his face also began to display a more Latino complexion. His police uniform then disappeared, being replaced by a simple white wife beater and loose fitting khakis. Finally, Owens could feel a burning sensation on his right arm as ink began to appear, becoming a series of tattoos.

Owens could slowly feel his memories fading away. New ones took their place. He remembers crossing the border several times, being caught each time until he finally got assisted by a drug cartel. The name ‘Owens’ also started to erase itself from his memory. Omar is what he called himself now.

Once the transformations were complete and Officer Owens and Officer Gorski were removed from existence, their counterparts stood up straight in front of Cruz, waiting for their next orders.

Career Change

Dominic fumbled with his keys as attempted to unlock the door to his apartment. It had been a long, grueling day at work and he wanted nothing more but to get cleaned up, unwind, and rest before he’d have to repeat it all over again the next day. Finally finding the correct key, he entered his barren-looking apartment consisting of plain, white walls with little to no decor. A cheap, worn out sofa and a 48’’ TV were the only things occupying the living room. For all the hard word he did at his job at the construction company, the pay was barely enough to cover his rent along with the child support he owed his ex. So that meant Dominic had to live a frugal life.

After a quick shower, Dominic put some food on the stove to cook and jumped on his laptop in order to find a movie to watch while he ate. Now because Dominic didn’t want to waste money on a subscription to a streaming site, he chose to watch his movies and tv shows on torrent sites instead. Once he had found what he wanted to watch on whatever sketchy website he stumbled upon, Dominic attempted to start the movie by clicking the play button. However, a well hidden pop up ad instead redirected him to a different site.

“CAM GUYS ONLINE - LIVE NOW - 10% OFF”

A flashing banner moved across the screen, promoting what appeared to men performing lewd acts on camera. Dominic didn’t blink twice at all the naked men in front of him, instead trying to close out of the window so he could get on with his movie. However each time he attempted to exit out, a new window would pop up. After trying several times, Dominic would wind up with numerous pop ups on his screen, each one advertising a live webcam show.

Eventually deciding to force shut down his laptop, Dominic put his finger on the power button but before he could push down to hold it, something on the screen caught his attention.

A live cam show was about to begin on one of the windows. In it, an incredibly ripped man wearing only a tight colorful Speedo appeared. His bulbous pecs and abs glimmered with light as he moved around, dancing seductively with a sexy gaze focused on the camera recording his every action. Dominic wasn’t even gay but he was mesmerized at how the man moved across the screen. Almost as if he was being hypnotized by how the man wiggled his hips.

Dominic would snap out of whatever trance he was in and notice that over a thousand people were watching the same stream. Every now and then, donations would scroll across the screen. Five dollars, ten dollars, twenty, even fifty dollars were being given to this guy for just dancing in front of a camera.

The chat alongside the stream was just lusting for the man, demanding he take off his speedo, go full nude, some people offering even more money for him to do so. Dominic just sat there, watching these horny people offer up their hard earned money to a guy just doing the bare minimum in entertainment. He had to admit though, it seemed like a pretty sweet set up. Barely any work for a what appeared to be a decent living wage. Definitely beat his current situation.

Dominic’s eyes then started to wander across the screen, eventually settling on a brightly colored button off in the corner. “JOIN US” was written in bold letters. Dominic scoffed at even the idea of deciding to get into a career as demeaning as this. In his mind, no real man would be caught parading themselves around in that manner.

Meanwhile, the man on the screen would continue his raunchy dancing. As Dominic kept watching, unaware that his food had been ready for a while now, a thought slowly crept into his head. He’d wonder what it would be like if he set up his own show. Dominic was a pretty good looking guy after all. He could probably get a small following. They would most likely be a bunch of guys, but money was money after all. Doing all those provocative dances though, all while oiled up and barely dressed was a deal breaker. Just imagine if any of the guys from work found out. He’d never hear the end of it.

“$100 donation received.”

The bright words flashed across the screen as a generous viewer made another hefty donation. Dominic was dumbfounded. That was nearly a day’s work of pay and that man easily made that and more in just several minutes. That settled it. Dominic, although not sold on the idea at all, was at least now curious as to how the process worked. He slowly moved the cursor over to the “JOIN US” button, giving the link a single click.

Immediately after clicking the button however, the screen on Dominic’s laptop instead turned completely white. A dull white at first, the screen slowly brightened up to the point where starring at it blinded Dominic a bit. This is when the changes would begin to occur. Although not aware of it at first, Dominic would soon learn what he really signed up for when he clicked that button.

From out of nowhere the fabric of Dominic’s clothes quickly disintegrated, disappearing into nothing and leaving him in just his underwear. The farmer’s tan he had developed after working years under the hot sun was on full display, perfectly accentuating his lean build. This was not going to last long however, as his tan began to even out, giving his whole body a sun kissed complexion. Before even having the chance to react, Dominic witnessed his body gain even more mass than before. His previously lean chest especially swelled up, forming a pair of sizable, juicy pecs. Cupping them in both hands, Dominic was in complete shock at the changes his body was undergoing. His previously flat stomach was next as one by one, rows of abdominal muscles would push against his skin and bulge to form a six pack.

After his torso was completed, the changes would then begin to affect his lower body. A fair amount of fat would accumulate around his tight ass, making his bottom more rotund. His thighs would also begin to thicken, creating a pair of powerful legs. These changes slowly filled out the saggy pair of underwear Dominic had been wearing. But the more mass that Dominic put on, the more stretched out his undergarments had become. Eventually it would begin to tear but from out of now where they’d be replaced by neon pink Speedo which perfectly complimented his new appearance.

Lastly, drastic changes would begin to affect his face. The scruffy beard he once proudly wore withered away, with light stubble taking its place. His thin lips got more plump, becoming more kissable in the process. His hardy and intense demeanor, a result of years of taxing physical labor, softened up. The masculine, blue collar worker was replaced by a big bottomed, gym obsessed himbo. In the end, Dominic was a completely different person.

Unknowingly, Dominic’s personality and memories were beginning to reconstruct themselves to better match his new appearance. His time as a laborer was replaced by the numerous shows he did as a cam model. And the extra revenue he was picking up allowed him to live a pretty extravagant life. Dominic could afford to go out every night, hook up with a guy every now and then, and then come back to his lavish apartment.

Dominic, having been lost in thought the entire time, eventually came to his senses. He took a look at the time and realized that he had one more show starting in just a few minutes.

New Year, New Me

The scene was electric as a myriad of bodies danced up against each other, all raving to the popping beats of the music coming from the speakers hanging on each corner of the room. It was only minutes til midnight and everyone was excited to enter the new year in high spirits. That is, everyone except Nate who had perched himself right next to the snack table at one end of the room.

Having been invited to this New Year’s Eve party by a friend who was no where to be found, Nate seemed to be the only one not enjoying himself. He was a pretty timid guy, so it was hard for him to strike up conversations with random strangers. So Nate just stood there, snacking upon the bowls of chips on the table and bopping his head to the music every now and then, all the while counting down the minutes until the new year so he could have an excuse to finally leave.

“Hey Nate! I’ve been looking all over for you.” Nate’s friend came out of nowhere and grabbed him by the shoulder, trying to speak over the loud music. “Here, take this.”

Nate was handed a bowl of grapes as the music stopped. He looked at his friend with a confused look in his face, not knowing what he was supposed to do with this.

“It’s for good luck! Like a New Year’s tradition. Eat them at midnight and you’ll have good luck for next year.” His friend tried to explain. “Some people even make a wish with each grape. Try it, you never know!”

Now Nate was never one to make resolutions or have goals with the new year. Mainly because he knew he’d never accomplish them. But this year hadn’t been the best for him. The crowd around him suddenly started chanting down from 10.

“10... 9... 8... 7...”

Nate stared at the bowl of grapes, thinking about what kinds of changes he’d like to make going into this new year.

“6... 5... 4...”

He took the first grape and tossed it into his mouth as the countdown got closer to zero.

“3... 2... 1... HAPPY NEW YEAR!!”

The crowd of people cheered in excitement as Nate made his first wish. He found it silly, but played along anyways.

“I wish to be happy.” Nate thought to himself, not really knowing what to wish for. “I wish for more money, good health. Maybe make more friends.”

As soon as Nate made that last wish, he noticed more and more people crowd around him, asking him to take some selfies and wishing him a happy new year. Nate thought it was strange at first, but seemed to enjoy the attention he was getting.

Nate took another grape and pondered what his next wish would be. In the distance, he was able to spot his reflection in a mirror. His plump figure stared back at him. His smile slowly faded as he made his next wish.

“I wish for the motivation to exercise more. I wish I was more fit.”

Nate had problems with his weight since he was younger and became very self-conscious due to it. He had tried numerous times to fix the issue, but the lack of drive or motivation eventually killed any attempt to shed the extra weight. But maybe this would be the year everything finally changed for him. And unbeknownst to him, these changes would occur sooner rather than later.

Nate would slowly begin to feel a strange sensation radiate throughout his entire body. The heaviness he felt in his face and torso began to lighten. Looking back at the mirror across the room, Nate noticed the layers of fat surrounding entire body begin to disappear, causing his clothes sag on top of him. The fat would then quickly be replaced by pure muscle as his now flat chest ballooned back up with perfectly sculpted pecs. Running his hands down from his chest, he felt his now rippled abs and obliques. Nate had to take a look for himself so he ran to the nearest bathroom and immediately removed his shirt, revealing his new, lean body.

He couldn’t believe what had just happened, but all the excitement and joy he was experiencing was causing his cock to throb harder and harder. Beneath his pants, he could feel his little buddy grow, and it continued to grow much bigger than he expected. A wave of pleasure overtook Nate, forcing him to whip out his package and stroke it continuously until he exploded all over the bathroom mirror.

A proud Nate exited the bathroom, still shirtless, looking happy and acting more confident than he ever did. As he walked through the party, he’d noticed numerous women gawking over him as well as some guys admiring him as well. Nate would be offered drink after drink from people he’d never met before, who’d then also invite him to join their circles as they continued to party into the new year.

After some time, Nate had had more fun than he’d ever had in his life. He admired his muscles and was in general in a total state of bliss. Nate then again looked at himself in the same mirror and an idea popped into his head. As happy as he was in his current form, he was hungry for more. He looked around the room, threading between multiple people as he tried to find the bowl of grapes he had before. He’d eventually find them where he grabbed one and immediately tossed it into his mouth, making another wish in the process.

“I wish I was even bigger.”

As soon as the last word left his lips, Nate could immediately feel his body start to change again. His already shredded body began to grow, his muscles acquiring even more mass than before. Nate watched happily as his body became packed with muscle, but the feeling subsided as he noticed his lean physique begin to get covered under a thin layer of fat. Black hairs would then grow throughout his chest and torso, giving Nate the appearance of a bear than that of a jock. Running straight back to the backroom, Nate looked at these new changes in the mirror. But they weren’t done just yet. His facial features also began to distort themselves. His narrow face and chiseled jawline became round. His sexy stubble grew into a full blown beard. And his styled hair becoming wavy and messy. These changes seized for the time being, finally giving Nate the chance to look at his new self in the mirror.

This is not what he had in mind when he made his wish, but after the initial shock had subsided Nate felt somewhat at peace with his new look. He flexed his biceps, noticing how much they bulged compared to earlier. The definition wasn’t there anymore, but the size. That’s all that mattered. Smirking to himself, he seemed almost proud of his new self. But a feeling still lingered. In the back of his head the idea that he could be even bigger filled him with delight.

Turning towards the door to make his way back to the party so he could make yet another wish, Nate was stopped short by the same feeling he had felt earlier. His body was about to transform again. But to Nate it didn’t make any sense as he never officially made his wish. Either way the changes began to commence once again.

The first thing Nate noticed was his gut began to accumulate thick layers of fat. Before his very eyes, what used to be barely visible abs was completely smothered by a growing gut. In a state of panic he watched his stomach inflate to the point where he was not even able to see his feet. Next up, his pecs reacted to the accumulating mass as they started sagging down, becoming a pair of man boobs in the process. Finally, Nate’s legs, in response to his increase in weight, exploded as they became powerful and hairy thighs. The pants he was wearing tearing, showing a stunning red speedo, doing it’s best to hold his package.

Between deep and heavy breaths, Nate looked at his new body as his transformation finally came to a close. Initially donning a look of disgust, he played with his gargantuan belly. Rubbing his hands along the path of hair running down from his chest to his crotch. This feeling of disgust eventually turning into one of acceptance. In the end, his first wish, the one about being happy, was coming into fruition. Nate opened the door and in just his speedo, was met with applause and cheers as he entered the room.

Extra Credit

Trevor nervously tapped his foot as he waited patiently in front of the office to one of his college professors. The door was shut and locked, with a sign posted to the side.

“Prof. Lachlan Grimes, Office Hours: 12:00 PM - 2:00 PM”

In order to pass the time, Trevor opened several apps on his phone. One of which being his messages, the most recent from being from his dad which read “You better get it all sorted out with your teacher.”  The reason he had to talk to his professor was due to a bad grade he had gotten on his last exam. Trevor was a lousy student so this was expected, but a consequence of having piss poor grades was the possibility of losing his baseball scholarship. Academia might not have been his strong suit, but Trevor had always been a terrific athlete and had his eyes set of joining the Majors. 

Trevor would check his watch every few minutes until it eventually became noon. Hearing the door unlock, Trevor bolted inside, catching Professor Grimes by surprise as he hadn’t even had the chance to sit back down at his desk.

“Good afternoon. What can I do you for?” Prof. Grimes said as he finally sat down, watching as Trevor took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

“Hi, Professor. I’m Trevor Wyatt, I’m in one of your philosophy classes. PHIL 101. I didn’t do so good on that last exam and I was wondering if there was any kind of extra credit I could do to help boost up my grade.”

Prof. Grimes listened intently as he stroked his trimmed beard. He then typed in Trevor’s information into his computer as he quietly read through his records as Trevor could do nothing but wait.

“Well Mr. Wyatt, looking at your file says that you currently have a 61% in my class. And that you’ve only attended a total of four classes throughout the semester.” 

“Yeah, that’s why I need the extra credit.” Trevor attempted to plead to his professor.

“If you’d bothered to show up to class you’d have known that any attempts for extra credit have already come and gone. All this is also in the syllabus. You did bother to read it right?”

Trevor looked like a deer in headlights as it became clear as day that he came woefully unprepared to the meeting with his teacher. He sat in silence as Prof. Grimes stared at him and then proceeded to type things in to his computer.

“By doing some math, it looks like you can just barely scrape through with a C- if you submit all the remaining assignments and perform very well in the final. You’d need to get at least a 96% but it’s doable. You just have to put in the work.”

The thing was, however, that Trevor was never fully committed to putting much work into any of his studies. By this point in his life, he had been content with putting in the minimum effort. “C’s get degrees” is what his motto had been up until then. And anytime he slipped with his grades, his high school teachers and college professors had always been so accommodating. So Prof. Grimes being the first to flat out say “No.” was very jarring. 

Trevor left his professor’s office looking very down in the dumps. He knew especially well he didn’t have what it took to follow his professor’s advice and raise his grade the good ol’ fashioned way. That meant that his baseball scholarship would eventually get taken away from him and his future prospects were over. 

Heading straight to his dorm, Trevor took solace in the bottles of booze he had stored away. As he got deeper into the bottle of rum, Trevor’s thoughts turned from wallowing and sorrow into anger and frustration. His privilege also peeked its head in there a bit as he ranted to seemingly no one as to why his professor was not giving him what he wanted.

After spending the rest of the day in this state, a sloshed Trevor heard his phone go off. His father was calling him, most likely to get an update as to what happened with his professor. Not wanting to face his father just yet, he uncaringly tossed his phone to the side. However, he accidentally threw it towards the window of his dorm, cracking it. The sudden noise caught Trevor by surprise as he turned around real quickly, getting tangled up in his own feet and tripping. As Trevor fell, his head bumped against the edge of his dresser.

Moments later Trevor opened his eyes, feeling as if the effects of the alcohol had worn off. But it was a strange feeling as he didn’t feel hungover at all. He felt numb all over but besides that he felt fine. It even seemed as if he was floating a bit. Then the realization hit as Trevor got up only to see himself still laying on the floor. His first conclusion was that he was dead and was now a ghost as he looked at his almost see-through hands. Then he took a closer look at his body. Besides the large gash on his head, Trevor noticed that his body was still breathing. He had no idea what was going on. Perhaps this was all just a dream, but it felt all too real.

Trevor’s thoughts wandered all over the place until he eventually remembered the rant he was going on about in regards to his professor. As he focused in on that, his surroundings suddenly changed around him. He was no longer in his dorm room, but just outside the office of Prof. Grimes. It must have been late into the night, but Trevor could see a light coming through the crack in the door. Trevor attempted to open the door, but his hand passed straight through the doorknob, causing Trevor to accidentally tumble through the door and into the room.

Once inside, Trevor noticed his professor sitting at his desk with a red pen in one hand and a glass of scotch in the other. Trevor was sure his professor had seen him or even heard him fall into the room, but Prof. Grimes remained focused as he appeared to be grading papers. Trevor inched closer and closer, passing his hand through all the knick knacks Prof. Grimes had scattered across his office. Eventually though, he somehow managed to push something off a bookshelf. Prof. Grimes took another sip of his scotch and suddenly heard the sound of glass breaking, startling him and causing him to spill the scotch on the papers he was grading. 

“Jesus Christ.” Prof. Grimes muttered as he quickly stood up. He rushed to grab some paper towels he had stashed in a cabinet and in doing so walked right through Trevor. Prof. Grimes didn’t notice a thing, but a weird feeling suddenly overcame Trevor. It’s as if his spirit was feeling drawn to his professor. On his way back, Prof. Grimes passed through Trevor again, but this time Trevor’s ghostly presence followed him back to his desk. Prof. Grimes sat back down to clean up the spill, but as he did so Trevor unwillingly sat down with him until both men were occupying the same space.

“What the-” Prof. Grimes said as his consciousness was being pushed back into his inner psyche as Trevor’s essence was beginning to take over. For Trevor, his previous feeling of numbness suddenly faded away as he could feel his hands all cold and wet. The smell of alcohol which he didn’t notice before lingered throughout the room. Trevor raised his hands in front of him, they felt heavier and looked older. An itch developed all around his face and when Trevor touched his chin the sensation of numerous bristle-like hairs rubbing against his hands almost freaked him out. Trevor had an inkling of what had happened but he had to see for himself. He ran over to a mirror mounted against the wall and his theory came true as he saw his professor, Lachlan Grimes, staring back at him.

The idea that his spirit had somehow possessed his teacher’s body felt so farfetched but that was indeed the reality of the situation. Trevor paced back and forth throughout the office, many thoughts running through his head. Eventually, one idea came to mind. He stopped to look at his reflection in the mirror again. He ran his fingers through his perfectly quiffed hair, stroked his beard, and adjusted his expensive looking coat.

Trevor walked back to Prof. Grimes’ desk, the sound of the soles of his leather shoes clapping against the wooden floors echoed throughout the room. He then went to the computer and searched for his file in the class roster until he eventually pulled up his records. Making several alterations to his grades, Trevor was no longer as risk of failing his course and losing his scholarship. Instead he was now passing the class with flying colors. So much so that even if he completely flunked his final he’d still walk away with a passing grade. 

Now all that was left was to return to his old body, but Trevor had absolutely no clue how to due so. He slapped himself numerous times but nothing. Trevor then decided to run back to his dorm, maybe being close to his own body would cause something to happen. In the pitch black of night, Trevor made his way over. Nonetheless, it was very strange to watch a college professor dash across campus in the middle of the night. But eventually Trevor made it back into his dorm room only to find his still semi-lifeless body lying on the floor. Trevor began to get worried. There’s no way he could stay stuck in his professor’s body. It would eventually become morning and he knew that if Prof. Grimes missed his early classes people would begin asking questions. The thought of possibly living out the rest of his life as Prof. Grimes entered his head, but that’s not something he could realistically do.. right?

Spellbound

Randy rushed back to his apartment as fast as he could. He fumbled with his keys, struggling to get the door opened while carrying what appeared to be a tote bag. After managing to get the door unlocked, he darted straight towards his room, running past his roommate watching TV in the living room.

Slamming the door shut behind him, Randy twisted the lock to his door and closed the blinds tight, leaving him in a semi-darkened room. He didn’t want anyone to see what he had gotten his hands into. Slowly, he reached into the bag he was carrying and pulled out a big book. It was rather old-looking with tan, leatherback covers. As he placed it on his desk and opened it up, the fragile pages started to turn by themselves. There was no draft in his room so there was no reasonable explanation for this, but none of it seemed to bother Randy.

The pages eventually settled, stopping at what appeared to be a recipe or rather, a spell. The writing on the pages was extremely ineligible as most of the ink had faded out. This was no problem for Randy, however, as he was able to read it perfectly.

“I have all the ingredients here already. If I do it right, I’ll be able to get the spell done tonight.” Randy spoke aloud to himself. For years now, Randy had become very fascinated by the occult. After some sketchy conversations over the internet, he was able to get into possession of what he believed was a genuine spell book.

Of course there was no way of knowing whether or not any of this would even work, but Randy was an optimistic guy. He was pretty scrawny, kept to himself most of the time, and his primary source of social interaction was his roommate, Tristan, whom he met through Craigslist but barely gave him any attention. Randy was hoping that by using this spell on himself, he’d be able to turn himself into someone he always desired to be. Someone charming, sociable, strong, and maybe even a bit good looking.

After carefully reading the instructions, Randy stepped out into the kitchen. Grabbing an assortment of varying ingredients, Randy rummaged through the pantry, not even noticing his roommate sneak up behind him.

“Hey, I’m gonna head out with the boys. Don’t trash the place.” Tristan looked at all the different food items Randy had gathered.

“Yeah, yeah.” Randy brushed him off. He eventually heard the door open and then close as he was finally left alone to his own devices.

Randy assembled all the ingredients into a large mixing bowl. Most of them were common household items and spices. A few were things that were a bit hard to come by, such as a newt’s foot or pig snout, but luckily Randy’s fascination with the occult meant he had some on stand by. The final ingredient called for a piece of his hair so he clipped some off and tossed it into the bowl, thoroughly mixing it in the process. With the giant book off to the side, he began reading off an incantation inscribed on the page. The words appeared to be in Latin, but Randy made quick work as he recited the spell effortlessly. Once done, he poured the mixture into a tall glass. It was rather thick and colored a dark shade of green, very similar to a smoothie.

He looked at his concoction in admiration. Randy couldn’t believe he was about to become the person he always wanted to be. He gleefully grabbed the glass with both hands and took a sip of the green mixture. It was definitely not the best thing he ever tasted, but he soldiered on. With only a quarter of the drink left in the glass, Randy had to take a pause as he couldn’t drink any more of it. He looked at his hands, waiting for something to happen. A minute went by and he was still the same unassuming man he was before. Randy went to stand in front of a mirror and once again waited patiently. Five minutes.. ten minutes.. fifteen minutes passed and still nothing.

Randy’s patience was running thin by this point. Did he mess something up with the spell? Did he say the incantation correctly? Perturbed, Randy grabbed his keys and headed out the door. Planning on paying the guy who gave him the book a visit, he left the apartment vacant with the somewhat empty glass still sitting in the kitchen.

Shortly thereafter, the door to the apartment opened once again. Instead of Randy however, his roommate Tristan walked in. Finding the kitchen to be a mess, Tristan only sighed and rolled his eyes as he made his way through the clutter Randy had left behind.

“Randy??” Tristan called out but to no response. He walked out of the kitchen but in the corner of his eye noticed the glass sitting on the countertop. Tristan was a bit of a health nut so he assumed that Randy had made himself a smoothie or something of that nature. Curious, he gulped down whatever was left of the concoction before the putrid taste caused him to gag while his face crinkled from the bitterness of the drink. He filled the glass up with water from the tap as he attempted to get the awful taste out of his mouth.

Before he could even take a sip of water though, a queasy feeling began to develop in his gut. Akin to a stomachache, Tristan clenched his mid area with his arms as he could hear his stomach loudly and violently rumble.

Unbeknownst to Tristan, several changes would begin to occur throughout his body as he stood doubled over next to the kitchen.

Tristan was a very health conscious person, so as a result his body was very lean with almost no fat to speak of. That would soon change as he would begin to add mass to several portions of his body. His arms nearly doubled in size as his biceps and triceps gained a considerable amount of muscle. His lean pecs inflated, becoming like a set of soft, meaty pillows while his already existing six-pack only became that more pronounced.

His thighs were next. As a former soccer player he had very developed legs already, but his thighs became much more powerful as they doubled in size as well. His cute and firm bubble butt became more pompous, managing to fill out his baggy pants.

Once his muscles had swelled up leaving him looking like a juiced up bodybuilder, a thin layer of fat covered most of it up, making him appear softer. Small black hairs then began to grown from his previously hairless body, accumulating in mass in areas such has his pecs, arms, shoulders, and back.

Finally, changes began to occur to his head. His neck got thicker. His face became more sturdy, leaving his angular features behind as it rearranged itself to appear older and weathered. His short stubble thickened and darkened, forming a neatly trimmed beard that covered most of his face. And then as a finishing touch his voluminous and wavy hair receded into his scalp, leaving him with a shaved look except for a wide strip of hair forming a short mohawk.

By the end of the transformation, Tristan’s stomachache had subsided and was able to finally stand up straight. After doing so, he noticed that something wasn’t right. He looked at his hands which appeared much thicker then used them to stroke his face. He felt his hands rub along his newly acquired beard which then made their way across his tender pecs and stopping at his bloated gut. Immediately running over to the mirror, he looked at the man he had become but was interrupted by the opening of the door as Randy walked in. In awe, Randy stared silently as he gazed over to the man of his dreams, standing half-naked in his apartment who in return looked back at him.

Midnight Gains

Luther let out a blaring grunt as he dropped the barbell onto the floor. Beads of sweat dripping from his forehead onto the padded floor as he took deep, labored breaths. The impact of the loaded barbell hitting the floor shook the small gym Luther found himself in. Luckily, it was just past midnight so the place was practically empty. Luther liked having the whole place to himself. He didn’t have to worry about hogging the weights, waiting for other gym goers to finish their sets, and could be as loud and obnoxious as he wanted. Gym etiquette was out the window at this hour.

The hulking man stepped away from the deadlift station to grab more weights. As he went to do so, he heard the front door to the building open as two men walked in. The men looked Middle Eastern, donning athletic attire, gym bags, and shaker bottles in hand. They made their way towards the locker room as Luther looked on, with what appeared to be a look of disgust in his eyes.

“Damn Muslims.” Luther grunted as he went back to his station with extra weights.

With Luther’s mind elsewhere, he struggled to lift the barbell this time, clenching his teeth extra tight and wincing as he was forced to let go. The impact of the barbell hitting the floor once again shook the entire gym. Frustrated, Luther walked away with his hands on his hips as he breathed heavily.

The two men then appeared from out of the locker room and situated themselves in front of the weights. They began speaking to each other in Arabic which only further aggravated Luther.

“This is America, speak fucking English.” The racist thought ran through Luther’s head. Being former military and having deployed to places like Iran and Afghanistan, Luther developed what he called a sense of patriotism. Unbeknownst to the men, Luther continued to scowl at them as he moved over to the cable machine. He tried to drown out their talking by putting on his headphones and maxing the volume of his music. Eventually, Luther was able to continue with the rest of his midnight workout.

As he finished his final set, Luther felt a slight tap on his shoulder. He turned around and saw one of the men standing besides him, appearing to speak while pointing at the weights Luther had set aside next to his workout bench. Looking visibly annoyed, Luther took off his headphone to hear what the man was saying.

“I’m sorry my brother, but I was just wondering if you were done with the 45s.” The man spoke in a thick Middle Eastern accent.

A simple question was enough to almost set him off. Luther was clearly not too pleased about being called “brother” by the man, but he knew he could not make a scene at the risk of being kicked out of the gym.

“Go ahead.” He quietly muttered without even looking at the man. Luther was done with his workout anyway, but having to concede to the man was enough to make his blood boil. Without even returning the weights and dumbbells to their proper places, he got his things and headed towards the locker room.

Luther stepped inside and walked up to his locker. As he fiddled with the combination to the lock, a strong aroma caught him completely off guard. It was powerful, musty and had a little bit of spice to it, but it completely repulsed Luther. He was able to determine that the smell was coming from another locker, and considering it was the only other locker with a lock on it, it must have been the one the two men were using.

With total disregard to other people’s property, Luther went up to the locker while covering his nose and began fiddling with the lock. To his surprise, it was already unlocked. He yanked the locker door open and discovered that the source of the smell was a pair of black underwear. A sudden burst of gas escaped the tiny locker, trapping Luther in a cloud of stink. He attempted to hold his breath but it was all too much as he took in large amounts of whiffs. Feeling light headed, he grabbed everything inside the locker and tossed it towards the nearest garbage bin.

“Serves those terrorists right.” He commented to himself.

It was then at that moment when Luther felt a strange feeling coarse through his body. He didn’t feel like himself. Suddenly, he made his way towards the garbage bin and started digging through it until he pulled out the same pair of underwear. Without even thinking twice, he pulled down his shorts revealing his bare naked ass, and slipped on the musty pair of underwear. A perfect fit. A glazed look appeared on his face as Luther turned to face himself in one of the mirrors in the locker room. He flexed his bulging muscles, contorting his body into several bodybuilder poses. In his current state of mind however, he remained unaware of the drastic changes his body was undergoing.

The first thing to change was the elaborate sleeve tattoo he sported on his left arm. Slowly but surely, the ink began fading away, leaving his skin as bare as the day he was born. That didn’t last long as his white, Caucasian complexion began to darken. His skin became tanner, turning a dark olive color. These changes didn’t seem to phase Luther at all as he continued with his posing in front of the mirror.

The next changes would begin to affect his gargantuan size. His intimidating height of 6’3’’ decreased to a standard 5’10’’. His inflated muscles then all began to lose their definition at the same time. He still appeared in great shape, but these muscles would then cover themselves in a small layer of fat.

Luther’s facial features began to change as well. His brown eyes turned pitch black as did all his hair. His narrow nose widened a bit while his thin eyebrows became much more bushy. Then from out of nowhere long, black hairs started to grow from his previously shaven face, forming a big, thick beard. At this point, Luther was practically unrecognizable but the way he stared at himself in the mirror as he continued to pose made it seem like he had looked like this all his life.

“Ibrahim, you Arabian bull, looking great as always.” The man formerly known as Luther lusted over his body, speaking in a heavy accent. He caressed his now hairy chest, rubbing his hands all over his furry torso and becoming more and more turned on as he did so. “Thank Allah to be blessed on a night like this.”

Still wearing only the black underwear, Ibrahim stepped out of the locker room only to greet the two men from before.

“My brothers, lets have a good session tonight!” He yelled out as the two men turned to face him, smiles coming across their faces. The men then looked at each other in glee, knowing they turned yet another bigot to their side.

Up In Smoke

Evan held his phone out in front of him as he recorded himself exhaling a big cloud of smoke from his mouth and nose. He gave a snarky smile, thinking about how cool he looked as he held the thick Cuban cigar in his hand. It was his first time smoking one of these, so he surprised himself at how flawlessly he was handling it. A natural, Eric thought to himself as he took another puff from the cigar and this time let the smoke ruminate in his lungs for a few seconds before he exhaled again. The smoke left him feeling warm inside, something he began to get a liking to. At this point, the room he was in began filling up with smoke. A hazy cloud loomed over until he decided to open a up a window, letting the white smoke clear out.

As the smoke dissipated from the room, one could see Evan sitting comfortably in a leather chair behind a huge mahogany desk. The room itself was very reminiscent of a smoke lounge. A fully stocked liquor cabinet sat across the room, next to a few other leather chairs. There was even a functioning fireplace in there. It was your typical man cave.

As much fun as Evan was having, he knew it wouldn’t last long however. For one, he was not even allowed in there. The room belonged to his dad who always kept it off limits when he wasn’t around. And if he ever found out Evan managed to get into his specially imported cigars he kept under lock and key, Evan would never see the light of day. The fact that his dad was so protective of this place just made Evan that much more eager to find out what it was all about. So when his dad left to go on a work related trip, Evan took the chance to sneak in. The twenty year old always had a rebellious side to him, so following his dad’s rules were definitely out of the question.

Before he knew it, Evan was almost done with the cigar he held in between his lips. He told himself he’d only take one so his dad wouldn’t notice, but he felt compelled to smoke another.

“I guess he won’t notice if I do one more. Besides, he has a bunch of them anyway.” Evan thought to himself, trying to justify taking one more cigar.

Taking a fresh cigar out of its case, he lit one end and placed it in his mouth. Smoke once again began to fill the room as he took puff after puff. The whole time, Evan felt like he was in total bliss as he let the smoke enter his lungs. The lightheadedness he felt as he deprived them of oxygen added a sensual feeling to it all. Without even realizing, he finished smoking this one as well.

At this point, Evan decided to call it quits. Two was enough and he certainly didn’t want his dad finding out about this. He began putting away the remaining cigars, placed the cutter back where he found it, and wiped off and threw away whatever ash or cigar butts that were left on the desk.

“My job here is done.” Evan said out loud as he prepared to exit the room. Closing the door behind him, Evan suddenly felt as if he was being called back in. Checking inside, it was as if he was being compelled to walk over to the desk. It was a strange feeling, none like he had ever felt before, but without even thinking it over Evan inched his way over to the big mahogany desk. He sunk himself into the cushions of the leather chair, feeling as if he belonged there. It was his office. Always has been.

Unlocking the drawer hiding the cigars, Evan took one out, clipped an end off and lit it. Placing it on one side on his mouth between his lips, he took in a deep puff of smoke. He let the smoke fill the entirety of his lungs before exhaling it all through his nose. Eventually he’d finish the cigar and the cycle would continue over and over until the stash of cigars was all gone, all without Evan realizing what had been going on.

Unbeknownst to Evan however, he would also undergo subtle changes with each inhalation of smoke from all the cigars he went through. His thin and lanky frame filled out, becoming much bigger as his muscles swelled up. His previous flat chest engorged, transforming into a pair of a juicy, meaty pecs. The twigs he once called arms expanded as his biceps and triceps grew considerably. His skinny mid-area transformed itself into a bit of a gut while his chicken legs were replaced by powerful thighs. Evan would even gain a few inches in height as he went from his 5′10 stature to a towering 6′4.

All that would be left were the minor alterations happening to his face. His youthful appearance began to fade as he began looking like someone in their late 30s. The prepubescent goatee he sported grew into a full, shortly-trimmed beard. Evan then felt an itching sensation on his head. Taking off his cap revealed that his hair had mostly receded back into his head, giving him a shaved appearance. And with that his physical changes were complete. Evan was no longer a boy, but a man. Not just any man, however. Evan now looked like a carbon copy of his dad.

In his newly transformed body, Evan sat back on his chair with the cigar still hanging off his mouth. His memories of being a rambunctious twenty-year old started being replaced with new ones. He was a family man with a wife and son. He also had a dream job that allowed him to travel all over the country. Evan, or now John, quietly surveyed his office, proud of the space he was able to call his own. Now he just had to find a way to keep his pesky son out while he went away on his trip.

The Magic Touch

The restless murmuring of a crowd of people could be heard on the other side of the large curtain. Benji peaked through, taking a quick glance at the onlookers still filling the seats of the packed theatre. A bead of sweat ran down his forehead. He was nervous, and he had every reason to be.

This magic show was set to be his teacher’s last and as his apprentice, Benji was chosen as the opening act before the teacher went on stage for the final time. He knew he couldn’t disappoint. Benji had been studying under Mr. Hayes for years, so he definitely had the talent to put on quite an amazing show. The anxiety about having to perform in front of such a large crowd is what normally set him back however.

Benji attempted to shake off the nerves as he went back to prepping the stage before his act started. As he set the finishing touches to his props, an older man in a wheelchair was brought in by a stage hand.

“Oh, Mr. Hayes. I was just getting the stage ready before the show began.” Benji spoke rather slowly and clearly as Mr. Hayes looked on in silence.

“It’s quite a packed house.” Benji once again attempted to fill the silence.

Mr. Hayes continued to stare at Benji, this time giving an approving nod and a half smile. Upon closer inspection, one could see that only the left side of Mr. Hayes’ face could move. Less than a year ago, he suffered a massive stroke leaving most of his right side paralyzed and somewhat unable to speak. Before that though, he was one of the world’s greatest magicians. He performed in sold out stadiums, with people all over the world coming to watch him pull off the most innovative and show stopping acts. He was one of the best, which made the announcement that this would be his final show a bit bittersweet. Benji had learned that with enough therapy, Mr. Hayes would possibly be able to regain some of his speech and movement ability, but he refused. Benji questioned the choice, but understood that it was not his to make.

Mr. Hayes slowly got up from his wheelchair and with the assistance of a cane, walked his way over to Benji, handing him a note. He had written a short speech that he wanted Benji to recite before he went on.

“Got it.” Benji gave a thumbs up as Mr. Hayes walked back to his chair and waited for the show to begin.

Eventually, the show was set to commence. An announcer introduced Benji as he walked in to take center stage. The spotlight shone on Benji, momentarily blinding him but he persevered. He looked at the audience, knowing full well that they didn’t come to see him. Nonetheless, he went through with his act, performing spectacular tricks and leaving the audience stunned in the process. He messed up his words every now and then but he pulled though and gave an amazing show, one that he knew Mr. Hayes would be proud of. At the end of his act, Benji pulled out the note and recited the words written by Mr. Hayes.

“And now the act you’ve all been waiting for. The amazing Montgomery Hayes will perform his final trick before retiring for good. Before he goes on he wanted to thank all his fans for following his journey these past 20 years. Although his time in the spotlight is ending, the light shines bright on new talent.” Benji read off the note as Mr. Hayes made his way to the stage, receiving clamoring applause.

The stage hands wheeled in two coffin-shaped boxes and set them upright around five feet apart. Benji took this as his cue to get off the stage, but was stopped short by Mr. Hayes.

“Stay.” He mumbled to Benji, taking out another note from his pocket and handing it over.

Benji read the note, understanding that Mr. Hayes wanted him to be a part of his final act. However, he never practiced this specific trick with him. He’d seen an old tape of it being done at the start of Mr. Hayes’ career, but that’s it.

Mr. Hayes waved to the audience as he made his way to one of the boxes. He looked at Benji, almost as if he was instructing him to get into the other one. Benji was definitely nervous about doing a trick he’d never even practiced, but he had the utmost faith in Mr. Hayes and followed his lead. From the tapes he had watched, two people would enter two separate upward standing coffin-shaped boxes. A few minutes later they’d emerge from each other’s box, almost as if being magically transported. A rather basic trick, but it’s the one that made him famous all those years ago and perfectly bookended his career.

Benji stepped into the box and looked at the audience as a stage hand closed it shut. From the outside, the boxes began to slowly rotate, spinning a bit faster as time went on. Benji could feel the boxes move as he was being pushed to one side due to the centripetal force. He began feeling a bit dizzy but tried to soldier on as he attempted to find a trap door along the walls of the box. To his surprise, the walls were made of solid metal with no trap door in sight. He panicked as a result. He didn’t want to let Mr. Hayes down and possibly embarrass him for failing to perfectly execute his last trick. Suddenly, the box began to fill up with smoke and he could feel the rotation become slower and slower. The door eventually opened up, letting all the smoke escape. Expecting sneers and boos, Benji was shocked to see the audience cheer with thunderous applause.

“Why are they cheering? The trick failed.” He thought to himself as he struggled to get out of the box. “I’m still in the same box I started in.” He must have inhaled a bit too much smoke since he felt very bizarre.

With the assistance of one of the stage hands, he made his way out of the box and looked over to see Mr. Hayes as he also emerged out of his box. However, it wasn’t Mr. Hayes who was coming out, but himself.

“Let’s give it up one last time for Montgomery Hayes!” The man sporting his face pumped up the crowd, looking back at him with an eerie smirk. A stage hand then came up to Benji and handed him a cane. It was then when he finally realized that he was no longer in his own body.

Benji looked down and recognized the shirt, vest, and tie as those Mr. Hayes had just been wearing. His whole right side also felt numb and weak. Feeling as if he could tip over, he was quick to grab the cane provided to him by a stage hand. Benji attempted to scream, to call for help, but all that came out were grunts and mumbled words. As the curtain fell, Mr. Hayes gleefully walked over in his new body to a struggling Benji.

“Sorry lad, I was planning on waiting several more years, but that stroke really accelerated all my plans.” Mr. Hayes helped Benji properly balance with the cane. “I was hoping on giving you more time to enjoy your youth but that couldn’t be helped. But listen, they said I, or should I say you, should be able to get back to “normal” with some strict therapy. It’s not going to be easy, but I know you have the perseverance to pull through. Plus, you’ll have my fame and money at your disposal. You’ll be ok.”

“But... why...?” Benji managed to get those two words out.

“To live a long live unrestricted by the fear of death. I’ll spare you the details but I’ve been doing this for a long while. I take on an apprentice, groom them up to be my next successor, and when it’s time to “retire” and I do my trick and boom.” Mr. Hayes gestures at his new, youthful body.

Mr. Hayes whistles to one of the stage hands who walks over with a wheelchair.

“I’ll make sure you get taken care off. It’s the least I can do for your sacrifice.” He walks away, starting to talk to himself. “”Benji” is not gonna cut it. “Benjamin” sounds much better, more professional.”

Double Agent

The sound of metal clanging against metal echoed throughout a mostly empty room, bouncing off the bare concrete walls. In the middle, a lone steel table sat with a man laying atop, chained from both his wrists and ankles. The man who looked to be in his thirties struggled against the restraints, attempting to reach something tucked away in his tightly fitted tuxedo but falling just short due to the restrictive chains.

“Q, you son of a bitch. You just had to put the lazer pen in that pocket.” The man spoke to himself, his voice sounding unmistakably British. “How am I going to get myself out of this?”

The man contorted his body in many different ways in order to reach into his suit but to no avail. Suddenly, the loud sound of footsteps could be heard approaching the sole door to the room. The door’s handle twisted slowly and in came several men. Their similar attire and stoic expressions made them look like stereotypical henchman. As the men flooded the room and stood against the wall, the man in the suit looked on as one final person entered. A slightly older man with Turkic features made his entrance, walking in with a wooden cane adorned with an intricate knob handle. He took off his fedora, allowing the shining light to reflect off his bald head.

“I wish we could have met under better circumstances Mr. Bond.” The man slowly walked towards the table, giving off a villainous grin.

“No need for the formalities, call me James.” The man retorted. “You look like the big man in charge. You’re Hasan Polat I presume?”

“That is correct.” Hasan continued to walk around James, like a vulture circling its prey. “It was very brave of you to infiltrate my base of operations alone. But I was especially impressed by how you were able to incapacitate most of my men. You have some skills Mr. Bond.”

“James.” He was quick to correct him. “Glad I was able to put on quite a show. How about you release me from these chains and we can talk about it over dinner?” James said with a snarky tone.

“You have quite a mouth on you. That’s going to need some fixing.” Hasan said rather ominously.

“What do you mean by that?”

“From now on, you work for me.” Hasan said bluntly. “As you’ve seen, my men are rather inept.” He points at the line of henchmen standing against the walls of the room, looking unfazed at Hasan’s remarks. “A man with a skill set of your caliber will fit in quite nicely.”

“As much as I appreciate the career opportunity, I’m afraid I’m going to have to decline the invitation.”

“Oh, Mr. Bond. I don’t think you’re in any position to be declining anything.” Hasan bangs his cane against the chains bound to James’ wrists and ankles. “Get the serum ready.” He yells to his men.

“Serum?!” James appears rather worried as he tries once again to free himself from the restraints.

“Just a little something we’ve been concocting in our labs. Don’t worry, it’ll be done and over with real quick.”

One of Hasan’s men then comes in carrying a metal tray with a syringe on it. The syringe is filled with a bubbling red fluid which immediately catches James’ attention.

“Get him ready.” Hasan commands his men as they proceed to bring the table James is on to an upright position.

“Listen, you don’t have to do this.” James pleads with Hasan as he struggles against the chains once more. In this new position, he is able to barely reach into his suit and pull out a pen with the tips of his fingers. Unfortunately, the pen is slapped away by Hasan’s cane before James is able to make any use of it.

“You’re under my employment now, Mr. Bond. I’ll turn a blind eye this time, but don’t get used to my generosity.

Hasan takes the syringe and suddenly injects it into James’ neck. James grunts in pain as the red liquid slowly makes its way inside his body, circulating through his bloodstream. He feels a warm sensation emanate from every inch of his body which only gets hotter and hotter until he feels like he’s on fire.

Hasan just watches with fascination as he sees his serum taking effect. In front of his very own eyes, he observes James begin his transformation. James’ slender and lean build begins to fill out his suit as his muscles expand underneath, eventually causing the suit to tear along his upper chest and arms. Two glorious pecs become visible as they burst through the buttoned shirt James was wearing. The same thing occurs to his lower body as his pants rip along the seams due to the increase of mass in his thighs.

Changes to his face then begin to occur as his Caucasian-colored skin turns shades darker. His ovalesque face and sharp jaw becomes much broader and more squarish. His blue eyes turn dark brown and the neatly trimmed beard he once sported is now short stubble. His perfectly shaped eyebrows become bushier and unkempt and his face as a whole appears more weathered, looking more like a man in his mid to late forties. The finishing touches of his physical transformation take hold as his styled brown hair turns black and curly, and recedes into his head except for the back which instead becomes longer. Now donning what appears to be a mullet, James’ overall appearance resembles that of a brutish and hulking Turkish man, erasing the prim and proper Englishman he once knew himself as out of existence.

Now in a dazed state, James transformation is almost complete as his past memories and experiences are replaced by new ones. He no longer remembers growing up in the busy streets of London to a wealthy family, instead having worked in the countryside outside Istanbul with his parents. His memories of working for Her Majesty the Queen as a secret agent are completely wiped as well. He only remembers serving Hasan as his personal bodyguard. How else could he repay him for getting his family out of poverty? James, or Fatih as he is now called, would take a bullet for that man.

Hasan looks at his newest henchman in complete satisfaction. Not only was he able to foil the espionage attempt against him, but got a skillful and qualified bodyguard out of it. He orders his men to unchain Fatih who’s been going in and out of consciousness. Fatih slowly comes to his senses and stands up straight when he notices his employer watching him.

“What can I do ferr you, boss?” He asks in his new, deeper voice. His broken English now spoken with a Turkish accent. All Hasan can do is smile at his new creation.

Joy Ride

Eric’s piercing blue eyes stared back at him as he used his phone’s camera to fix his messy hair. He admired his striking features, even scowling a few times, showing off his devilishly handsome good looks. After placing the phone on the bed his hands started rubbing across his built body. His hand caressed his right pectoral where an intricate feather tattoo was located. He sat back down on the bed, examining the room he was in before he heard someone call out.

“Hey babe! Get up, breakfast’s almost ready.” Eric heard the voice echo through the apartment building, with the voice having the cadence of an English accent.

“Give me a minute.” He yelled back.

Wearing only a pair of loose-fitting pajama bottoms, Eric got back up and headed towards the origin of the voice calling for him, but not before checking himself out one more time as he passed by a mirror hanging on the wall.

Eric wandered through the apartment, inspecting every picture frame he came across. Most of them featuring himself and another equally attractive man, with them either in a deep and loving embrace or locking lips in front of a picturesque backdrop. Another picture frame showed the same man appearing to be celebrating a birthday. This one had a caption which read “William’s 31st Birthday”.

“If you don’t get here in five seconds, I’m giving your food to the dogs.” The voice, now louder than before, yelled out again.

Eric made his way down a flight of stairs before being greeted by two Yorkshire terriers. Their tails flailed about erratically as they took turns jumping on their owner. 

“Aren’t ye the cutest wee things.” Eric playfully caressed the pups, becoming distracted once again. His voice giving off somewhat of a Scottish accent.

Suddenly, the same man from the pictures popped out from around the corner. Wearing similar pajama bottoms as Eric but also adorning an apron with the phrase “Kiss the Cook” printed on it, the man told Eric to go to the kitchen but not before washing his hands after touching the dogs.

“You feeling a bit under the weather?” The man asked. “You’re sounding a bit different.”

“Yeah, uh, William.” Eric replied. “Just woke up feeling a bit groggy.” His previous manner of speak suddenly disappeared.

“Oh, ok. I thought it was weird how you weren’t up by the time I woke up. Normally you’re already back from your morning run. But here, have some of this. It will make you feel better.”

William placed a plate on the kitchen table with an assortment of breakfast items on it: French toast, sliced fruit, bacon, and some hashed browns.

“Now don’t say I don’t feed you.” William jokes as he quickly plants a kiss on Eric’s cheek. “But I gotta run and do some errands before tonight’s show. I’ll see you there right?”

With a mouthful of food, Eric looks at William with a confused look on his face.

“Don’t tell me you forgot.”

“No, no. Of course I didn’t. I’ll definitely see you there. Don’t worry about it.” Eric says after swallowing his food. 

William goes to get dressed, leaving Eric to finish eating his breakfast. He scarfs most of it down relatively quickly, almost as if he hasn’t had a home-cooked meal like that in ages. Before he can finish, he notices the two dogs sitting side by side next to the table, begging for scraps of food.

“Yer a couple ay hungry fellas.” His previous Scottish accent returned.

Eric proceeds to break his last strip of bacon in two and gives one half to each dog. As he does so, a fully dressed William comes back downstairs and witnesses Eric feed the dogs.

“Babe, you know people food gives them stomach aches.” Williams lambasts Eric.

“Sorry, they just looked a bit famished.” He apologizes.

“Well, I’m off. See you tonight.”

William grabs his coat and keys and goes to give Eric a passionate kiss on the lips. An unsuspecting Eric pulls back for a quick second, but then just falls into the kiss, even putting his hand on William’s face.

“Love you.” William says.

“Love you too.” Eric replies back.

William then heads out, leaving Eric alone. Eric looks through the window, watching as William walks over to his car and eventually pulls out of the drive way.

A few minutes later Eric does the same as he steps out of the apartment, fully dressed and with keys in hand. He looks rather stylish, wearing a jean jacket, black shirt and black pants.

Eric pushes the alarm on the key fob and hears the horn going off on a car parked on the street. He gets in and puts in an address into the car’s GPS. The GPS showing that the address is just a few blocks away. After a fifteen minute drive, Eric pulls up to what appears to be a storage facility. Instead of going in through the front entrance, he drives the car around back. He gets off and makes his way towards a lone door on this side of the facility. It doesn’t appear to have a handle, instead he simply knocks on the door a few times.

“Who is it?” A raspy voice is heard coming from the other side of the door.

 “Open up th' fucking door.” Eric, fulling committing to the Scottish accent, bangs on the door again.

“Eric? Is that you?”

“Who else wuld it be.”

The door suddenly unlocks and opens up. An older man reveals himself, staring at Eric with an approving expression on his face.

“Lookin’ good.” The man says as he steps out of the way to let Eric come inside.

“Feelin' gud.” Eric replies, taking off his jacket. “How is he doin?”

“Not taking it well since he woke up. Kept banging on the door, yellin’. I had to tie him up to the chair. We’re lucky we’re keepin’ him all the way in the back.”

“Let's take a look den.”

The two men walk down the corridor, passing numerous storage units along the way. They eventually stop at one all the way towards the end. As the man goes to unlock the door, the two hear screaming and grunting inside.

“I'll tak' it from here.” Eric tells the man as he opens the door to the storage unit and goes in by himself.

Eric walks in slowly. The source of the noise is shown to be a man chained up to a chair at the far end of the unit. The man appears older, probably late forties, early fifties. He’s clean shaven with messy dirty-blonde hair, a sharp jaw and piercing blue eyes much akin to Eric’s. The man, donning an expensive-looking black suit, looks at Eric approach and screams at the top of his lungs.

“Why are you in my body? What the hell did you do to me?” The man yells as he attempts to brake free from his restraints.

“Calm down, calm down. Uh- shite. What was yer name again.” Eric reaches into his back pocket and takes out a wallet, taking a closer look at the driver’s license inside. “Callum! Mr. Callum Lancaster.”

“Please, I don’t know what’s happening but change us back.” Callum, the man whose body’s Eric has been in this whole time, pleads.

“Am afraid not yet. Still got sum business t’do.”

“What kind of business?”

“I guess it can't hurt t’say. My friend and I like to stake out places like gyms, bars, hotels. We find someone young, steal their bodies, and take it out fer a spin fer the night. Then we return it and act like not’ing ever happened. We do heavily compensate though.” Eric points to a wad of cash tucked into Callum’s suit pocket. “Truth be told, when I saw you at the gym last night, I didn't take you fer a queer man. But after seeing how good you have it, I guess it's something I can get used to.”

“Wait. what? Something you can get used to? What does that mean?” The man once again tries to break free from his restraints.

“Well, the way we live doesn’t allow us to stay in one place for too long. But home-cooked meals? Adorable dogs? Unconditional love? That’s something I haven’t had in ages. And your body ain’t too shabby either. So maybe expect to get back in your body in a week. Maybe two. We’ll see.”

“You can’t do that!” Callum protests.

“Oh don’t worry, like I said we’ll compensate you. We’ll also move you into a more comfortable setting.” Eric begins to put his jacket on again. “But before I go, what show does William have planned tonight? I can’t wait to go.”

Double Trouble

It was a trip years in the making. All the time slaving away at the 9 to 5 job, putting up with demanding bosses and annoying coworkers, and accumulating days of paid time off finally culminated in a three week vacation to Bora Bora. Paul had never once left the states, so he was definitely going to go all out when he finally got the chance. And what a better time to do so after turning forty. The best part? It was just him. No hindersome tag-a-longs to ruin what would be a relaxing and rejuvenating vacation.

Paul left his room early morning the first day there and immediately made his way towards the pool. He was planning on just hanging out, sun bathing for a bit before going out to do his scheduled activities. He arrived and placed his things on one of the lounge chairs and disrobed, revealing a blue speedo with pink floral patterns. Despite being a bigger guy with some meat on his bones, Paul was never really self conscious. He was at peace with his body, so he never missed the chance to be extravagant with his choice of wardrobe. He put on some tanning pray, sat back, and took in the sun.

An hour or so had passed by and pool area was filled with other people. Little kids were running around, screaming and hollering while some tourists were jumping into the pool, splashing about. Paul tried to ignore it, but he then found myself listening in to a conversation happening a few chairs over.

“Dude, I cant wait to get totally wasted tonight.”

“Same here bro. The party’s gonna be fucking tight. You tryin’ to get some?”

“What kind of dumb ass question is that?! Of course! Just remind me to take some condoms from the room before we go.”

“Boy, we gonna smash tonight!”

Listening to these douche bros talk was like nails on a chalkboard to Paul. He remembered what it was like to be young and horny, but those guys were just obnoxious. He went to readjust his chair and managed to get a good look at them. They looked exactly like how he expected them to. It was just two guys, probably in their mid to late twenties. Both jacked as hell with several tattoos adorned to each of their bodies. Their haircuts were high and tight, jawlines so sharp they could cut glass, and their sunkissed skin was free of any imperfections.

One of the guys unfortunately caught Paul staring and immediately took the chance to make a scene about it.

“Yo fatso, take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Paul nervously tried to explain himself.

“Nah, it’s aight. Your gay ass probably wishes you looked like us. Word of advice, maybe try hitting the gym every once in a while.” The other guy pitched in.

“Damien, dude, that was fire.”

The guy along with his buddy both laughed as they continued to insult Paul. He meanwhile just sat back down and tried to ignore them as best as he could. Paul had been on the receiving end of those comments his whole life, so they didn’t really have the effect the two assholes thought they had. Instead he just tried to tune them out.

“Bro, let’s do back to the room. I’m afraid that if we stay he’ll start having some gay ass fantasies about us.”

The two finally left the pool area, giving Paul the chance to relax before he eventually left to start his day of fun-filled activities in Bora Bora.

----

Meanwhile, the two guys arrived back at their hotel room, each one going through their luggage trying to find something to wear to the party they were talking about earlier.

“Yo Kyle, mind if I borrow some deodorant?” Damien asked as he was rummaging through his suitcase. “I don’t think I brought mine.”

“Yeah dude, go ahead. It’s in the bathroom.” Kyle responded. 

“Right on.” 

Kyle meanwhile picked out his outfit and began to undress, taking off his swim-shorts and revealing a pair of black Calvin Klein underwear. The outline of his cock pressing against the fabric was easily noticeable.

“We should get a pump in before we go.” Kyle mentioned to Damien.

Damien steps out of the bathroom, wearing the same black underwear that Kyle has on. “Good idea. Let me take a pic for Insta first. I haven’t posted anything all day.” He proceeds to take a selfie stick out of his bag and adorns his phone to it, snapping a picture of the two of them.

“Where’d you get that deodorant by the way?” Damien asks Kyle. “It has a musky smell to it.” Damien goes back into the bathroom and comes out with a deodorant with the sole outline of a bear on it.

“Bro, that ain’t mine. Probably a complimentary one from the hotel.” Kyle says. “Here, toss it over.”

Damien tosses it and Kyle is quick to apply it to his pits.

“Dude, you’re right. It does have a certain smell.” Kyle takes a deep whiff of his armpit. “Not gonna lie. I’m kinda digging it.”

Damien follows suit and smells himself too. “This shit’s bomb.” 

A sudden urge to continue taking in the musky scent suddenly overcomes both guys. Damien raises both arms high in the air, revealing his hairy armpits.

“I thought you waxed.” Kyle mentions, unknowingly inching closer and closer to Damien, being drawn in to the smell emanating from his armpits.

“I did. Last night actually.” Damien responds, admitting to the strange appearance of full and thick hair growth but not being as worried as he should be. “You smell great.”

The two men are now standing inches apart, both seemingly hypnotized by the aroma each one is exuding. They begin to sensually caress each other, rubbing their hands across portions of the other’s body all while continuing to take deep, long whiffs of their own musk. At this moment, changes began to commence regarding their appearance. Slowly, their aesthetically muscled physiques began to pack on layers of fat. First it was their arms. No longer were they toned and swollen, but now appeared soft to the touch while still retaining their goliath size. Changes then came to their pecs. Two flabby pecs replaced the bulging pectorals they once had. Their hard earned six-packs then became hidden in a few layers of fat. Their tight asses began to immediately sag, followed closely behind by their expanding thighs. Slowly but surely, their bodies had gone from those of two gym addicts, to a pair of muscle bears.

Damien and Kyle, still entranced and unaware of the changes their bodies had gone through, continued to embrace. The changes were far from over however. Their stylish haircuts began to recede back into their heads, leaving them with short crew cuts with signs of receding hairlines. Full, thick beards grew along their much rounder faces. Several of their other facial features began to rearrange themselves as well, making them look like completely different individuals. Finally, a thick layer of hair began to grow from areas all around their bodies. Their arms, shoulders, backs, pecs, and torsos were now covered in black and gray hairs.

And with that, their transformations were complete. Not only were their bodies different though, but their memories of their past lives as party bros had faded out of existence. Kyle and Damien, the two best friends who spent their youth chasing girls and lifting weights were now two passionate lovers in their late forties, enjoying their honeymoon in beautiful Bora Bora.

The two bears moved their embrace to the bed, which had magically changed from two twin beds to a single queen-sized one.

“I could hold on to you like this forever.” Kyle whispered into Damien’s ear, his voice now sounding much more mature and gruff.

“There’s nothing stopping you.” Damien responds, placing his head on Kyle’s bare, hairy chest.

“What about that wine tasting we have tonight.”

“I have a different idea as to how we can spend our night.”

Damien suggests something which immediately gets Kyle aroused. His new, girthier cock expands as Damien whispers his idea into his ear.

----

Later that night, Paul returns to his hotel room after a long day of fun-filled activities in Bora Bora. He is completely exhausted and wants nothing but to take a relaxing bath before finally calling it a day. He’s quick to shed all his clothing and then draw up a bath before he hears some knocks on the door.

“What now?” Paul asks himself before putting on a towel and walking over to answer the door.

As he opens the door, Paul finds two beefy older gentleman standing in front of him, both shirtless with their hairy, succulent pecs capturing most of Paul’s attention.

“Mind if we come in?” One of the two men ask.

“S-sure!” Paul is stunned as they make their way into his hotel room. The exhaustion he was previously feeling had dissipated. He knew his night was now far from over.

Convict

“Please, you gotta believe me! I didn’t do it!” Leo’s cries fell on deaf ears as the bailiffs forcibly removed him from the court room.

A few minutes prior, Leo had just been found guilty of second degree murder by a jury. After a bank robbery gone wrong resulted in the death of a security guard, Leo was sentenced to life in prison. Throughout the whole trial and against the advice of his lawyers, Leo plead innocent. He maintained that they got the wrong guy. And unfortunately for Leo, he was correct. He was simply at the wrong place at the wrong time, an unfortunate victim of the country’s faulty justice system.

Once the trial was over, Leo was transported to the county jail where he’d stay the night before he would eventually be transferred to a state penitentiary where he would serve out the rest of his life sentence. At the jail, Leo got a chance to speak to his lawyer, Don.

“I don’t get why you didn’t just take the plea deal.” Don lambasted Leo. “You would only have had to serve 20 years if you told them what you did with all that money you took.”

“For the last time, I didn’t do it!” Leo was indignant. “I have no fucking clue where the money is cause I didn’t take it!”

“Then explain how your fingerprints wound up on the gun. Or how they found a few stacks of cash in the trunk of your car.” Don takes a deep sigh. “Face it kid, you didn’t have a chance. And all this insisting that you were set up isn’t gonna change a thing.”

Leo fell silent, clenching his fists. He felt like slamming them down in pure anger and frustration but soon realized he was handcuffed tight to the table.

“Look kid, give me a call in a few years and we’ll see what we can do. Just stay out of trouble in there.” Don gave his parting goodbyes as he got up to leave.

Soon after, an officer got Leo and escorted him back to his cell. As they walked back, Leo was able to catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror. He was in the same bright orange jumpsuit he’d been wearing for days. His face was looking rugged and disheveled after not shaving and his eyes appeared sunken and bloodshot from the lack of sleep.

Leo was thrown into an empty cell with just a sturdy bed and open toilet to accompany him. He laid back on the bed, the only thought in his head being about how his life is now over. He could never go back to his family, his friends, his job. He was only 38 years old with a whole life to live but all that was over.

Leo turned to his side to face the wall and noticed a bunch of engravings scratched all over. Countless profanities were scribbled on, a few doodles of women’s breasts, and even a phone number with “call for a good time” written underneath was carved on there.

I’m the corner of his eye, Leo then noticed a particular drawing. A genie’s lamp. He focused on it for a while before turning away. A myriad of thoughts entered his head, but the prevailing one was about getting justice. Someone purposely set him up to take the fall for a crime he didn’t commit. Without uttering a single word, Leo wished that the right person was laying in this jail cell instead of him. Leo’s eyelids began to feel heavy, supposedly from the lack of sleep, and he passed out shortly after. On the wall behind him, the drawing of the genie’s lamp seemingly disappeared.

----

The sound of a car alarm suddenly jolted Leo awake. He was delirious at first, but it immediately came to his attention that he was no longer in his cell. It looked like he was in a room of a rather crappy-looking apartment. Empty beer bottles were littered everywhere, cigarette butts sprinkled across the floor, and the faint smell of weed lingered throughout the room.

Leo looked down and noticed that he was no longer wearing his orange jumpsuit. In fact, he was not wearing anything besides a pair of white boxers. Leo then began to panic as it immediately became evident that his body looked and felt different. He was much paler than before and was a lot skinnier. He rubbed his hands across his chest and could feel them glide across his smooth, hairless pecs. The first thing that came to mind was that he was in a coma for some time. It would explain why his body’s muscles would atrophy this much. And the lack of sunlight would result in his now pale skin. That theory, however, went out the window as soon as Leo stood up and approached a mirror on the other side of the room.

Leo slowly inched forward, focused on the face that was looking back at him. A face he was somewhat familiar with. His hand, shaking, rose up to touch his new facial features. A different nose, different ears. His beard was now gone, in its place was a perfectly trimmed goatee. To top it all off, he was now completely bald. Shaved all the way down, he could see the light reflect off its smooth surface.

Leo put his hands down and screamed. He was in a different body, a stranger’s body. Leo had no idea what to do, his eyes scanning the apartment for answers to possibly explain the situation he found himself in. His eyes locked onto a wallet sitting on the night stand. Leo rushed to it, finding a driver’s license with a picture of a man whose body he was now inhabiting.

“Mario Pacál.” Leo said aloud to himself, his voice now sporting a faint Latin accent. “This can’t be happening.”

Leo sat back down on the bed in complete disbelief. He immediately felt something hiding under the covers and upon closer inspection would find a sack filled with stacks of hundred dollar bills. He picked up a stack and saw the name of the bank in which the robbery took place printed on the band. It then all immediately clicked. This Mario guy was the real culprit. He’s the one who framed Leo for everything and in a sick, cruel joke his “wish” somehow caused them to switch bodies.

In full on panic mode, Leo, now in Mario’s body, walked back and forth across the messy apartment room. He had no idea what to do. He was in the body of a killer and a thief. 

Leo fell to the floor, unable to grasp everything that had just happened. Suddenly, a cellphone went off, coming from the dresser on the side of the room. Leo stood up and walked up to it, hesitant to answer but did so anyway.

“Hello, you are about to receive a Collect Call from Leo Gomez, an inmate housed at Jefferson County Jail...”

Leo’s heart dropped, he was unsure whether or not to accept it. The automated promo eventually asked whether or not he’d accepted the charges.

“I accept.” Leo blurted out in his new raspy voice. The call then rang for a second and out the other end came a familiar sound.

“Hello?? Anyone there?” Someone asked, sounding exactly like Leo.

Leo stood there in silence, placing the phone on the bed.

“Listen here you little bitch. I know it’s you and I know where to find you-“

Leo immediately disconnected the call. His first instinct was to run off. He’d have to start a new life, go somewhere he wouldn’t be found. Always being on the run is not something Leo was too excited about, but it certainly beat the alternative. He definitely had the funds to do so. He looked at the cash sitting on the bed, and pondered about what he would do next.

Hallmark Hot

“You can send him in now dear.” An older woman talks into the conference room speaker on her desk. In one hand a glass of white wine, in the other a lit cigarette.

“Yes Miss Grace.” The voice over the speaker replies back.

In through the door walks in a rather handsome young man with a folder in hand.

“Grace! How’s my favorite casting agent doing? Got the headshots you were asking for.” The man sets the folder in front of the woman and takes a seat in one of the two chairs facing her desk.

“Harry, sweetie. You sure know how to speak to a lady.” Grace opens the folder and has a look at the headshots. “Baby, these are great. They really capture your stunning good looks.”

“So listen. I got you an audition for a pharmaceutical commercial. You’d be one of those people experiencing those symptoms they ramble on about very quickly at the end of those things. It’s at nine o’clock tomorrow morning to get lots of rest.”

Harry’s demeanor changes at the mention of an audition for yet another commercial. Ever since he moved out to L.A. to become an actor, these were the only type of gigs he was given by his agent.

“About that, don’t you think it’s time for me to, uh, you know.” Harry began to stumble over his words. “Time to start getting more serious roles?”

“What do you mean by that? These are good roles. They bring food to the table don’t they?” Grace looks at Harry with a confused expression on her face.

“They do! But that’s not really why I moved out here.”

He didn’t mean to sound ungrateful. After all, Grace has been his agent for almost two years now. But his biggest role to date was a speaking role with only two lines of dialogue in one of the Marvel movies.

“So you wanna be some kind of movie star do ya?”

Harry simply nods as he looks straight into Grace’s eyes.

“Well kid, so does every other decently looking guy who moves out here. I’m sorry it’s taken you this long to realize, but not everyone has what it takes to make it big.” Grace delivers the harsh truth, in her mind thinking it something Harry needed to hear.

“But you’re not even giving me a chance!” Harry slams his hands into the desk. “You have no idea how hard I work. I'm still taking acting classes, I work out like crazy. Every last cent that doesn’t go into bills and shit goes to a personal trainer, which I see five days a week mind you. Look at me!” Harry stands up to show Grace his fit and slender body all wrapped under his tightly fitted clothes. “What’s so wrong with me that you won’t even take a chance.”

Grace sighs and takes a puff of her cigarette. “Sorry hun, but you’re what we in the business like to call, only Hallmark hot.”

A bewildered expression runs across Harry’s face. “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“It means you’ve spent your whole life growing up in bumfuck, nowhere thinking you’re the hot shit just cause you received a fair bit of attention and now you think you can make it big by moving to Hollywood like every other good looking white guy. But honey, you were just a big fish in a small pond. Los Angeles is a motherfucking ocean. People like you are destined to star in straight to DVD movies. Maybe you get your big break in a Hallmark or Lifetime Christmas movie playing the hometown hunk. But that’s it. You’re not action star material. Never will be.”

Grace’s monologue felt like a huge slap across the face, leaving Harry stunned and silent. His knees felt weak, forcing him to sit back down with his face buried in his hands.

“Is there anything you can do?” Harry musters up the courage to plead with Grace. “I will literally do anything. My dream can’t end here. I won’t let it.”

Grace stands up from behind her desk and walks toward Harry. She caresses his face and examines him intently, staring at his blue eyes.

“How badly do you want it.” She asks.

“More than you would ever know.”

“Okay.” Grace walks over to a filing cabinet on the other side of the room. With the assistance of a small ladder, she pulls out a vile from the top drawer. The vile is made of glass and appears to contain a reddish substance inside. “I only ever do this for people I think have the potential for stardom. I didn’t think you had it, but by just looking at the determination in your eyes I think you might have what it takes.”

“What is that thing?” Harry questions as Grace makes her way back to her desk.

“It’s a little something I picked up on my travels.”

“But how’s it going to turn me into a star?”

“Just wait and see.” Grace pulls out one of Harry’s headshots from the folder and places it in front of her. She then takes the vile and let’s the reddish liquid pour onto the picture. The liquid continues to pour until a thin film covers the entire headshot.

“Ok, you just ruined a perfectly good headshot. You know how much those cos-“

Before Harry can even finish his sentence, he begins to feel a pulse of heat radiating from his entire body. This strange sensation only becomes more pronounced as Harry becomes warmer, eventually starting to emit a reddish glow himself. He grunts as he can begin to feel his body and limbs stretch. Harry was already a tall fellow, measuring 6’2, but the superstar he was about to become also needed to reach for the stars so he continued to grow until he reached a height of 6’5. All the while, he was beginning to accumulate mass. His lean physique filling out, gaining layers and layers of pure muscle.

The first area of his body to acquire these changes were his arms. Slowly but surely, his biceps, triceps, delts, and other muscles began to inflate, gaining more definition in the process. Thick veins starting to bulge out. The sleeves of his tightly fitted dress shirt started to tear due not being able to contain their massive size. Then his flat chest began to swell up as well, creating two massive, succulent pecs resulting in the top few buttons of his shirt to fly right off. A little lower, Harry could feel his abdominals harden, creating rows of bulging muscles.

Harry’s lower extremities also changed to match the proportions of his upper half. His ass became firm while his quads and calves almost doubled in size, replacing the chicken legs he used to have and completely tearing the pants he had on in the process. Harry could also feel his groin area become tighter and tighter as his cock grew almost four whole inches in size, now measuring an impressive nine inches.

The final changes then came to his facial features. Harry’s Adam’s Apple became more pronounced, with him giving out a grunt reading in a deeper tone. His already sharp jawline became much more angular and masculine. His lips swelled up and dark facial hair grew around it, forming a well-trimmed goatee. His wavy, light-brown hair turned straight and dark colored, becoming a crew cut. Finally his skin began to slightly darken, leaving Harry with a bit of a tan. And thus his transformation was complete.

Grace, watching in silence the whole time, looks down at the headshot on her desk which had changed to match Harry’s new appearance. She looks at the new man standing in front of her, with the same blue eyes staring right back.

“What did you do to me?” Harry asks in his new baritone voice as he touches his face with his hands.

“I turned you into the new up and coming movie star. Brock Summers is your new name. You have an audition for a lead role in the new Mission Impossible movie. Go prepare for it, I’ll send you the details.”

“Thanks Miss Grace. I owe you the world.” Harry, or Brock, is very appreciative and goes to give Grace a hug. His hulking frame almost snaps the poor lady in half but he eagerly dashes out of her office, ready to take on the Hollywood film industry as its newest leading man.

Young At Heart

“You want to try again?” Thomas asks.

“No, no.” David replies, breathing heavily. “Let me just catch my breath.”

“Alright. I’m gonna go get a glass of water." Thomas leaves the covers of the bed, exposing his naked body as he leaves the room.

David sighs as he watches Thomas exit. The two have been together for almost six years and this had been the first time he’d “underperform” in the bedroom. David’s friends would tease him about their big age gap, with David being almost twice Thomas’ age, but David knew that after all these years he’d finally found the one. They were in love and to him, age was just a number. But after tonight he finally began to have doubts.

Thomas walks back in with a glass of water in hand. “Here, drink this.”

“Thanks, babe.” David and Thomas share a quick kiss as Thomas sits back on the bed. “I’m sorry about that.” David apologizes.

“Don’t even worry about it. It happens.” Thomas tries to reassure him.

“Not really. This is the first time I’ve had this problem.” David points to his dick. “I couldn’t even get it all the way up.”

“Well, we always knew in the back of our heads that this would eventually happen. But that doesn’t change the way I feel about you.” Thomas gives David a side hug. “I’m sure they have medicine or pills for this stuff anyway.”

“That’s the thing, I don’t want to take medicine just to be able to get a hard on.” says David. “I want to be able to keep up with you naturally. That’s why I continue to work out at my age!” David stands up and faces Thomas. “You know any other 62 year old who looks like this?”

“That’s not the only reason I love you though. Come back to bed.” Thomas pulls back the covers, inviting David to come join him.

“No, it’s late anyway. Go to bed, I know you have an early day tomorrow.”

“Ok, so go to bed with me.” Thomas pleads to David.

“Go to bed without me. I just need to take a drive. You know it helps me clear my head.” David puts on a white top and some grey shorts.

“Alright, but don’t stay out too late.” Thomas watches as David get his car keys and leaves the room. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” David replies.

In the dead of night, David leaves the house and walks towards his car. As he gets in and starts the ignition, the sound of loud and thumping dubstep plays over the radio. Thomas must have used the car before him as David immediately changes the station until he finds one playing some classic rock. He then looks at his phone to see a text from Thomas which reads “miss u already xox”. David smiles and then focuses on the background picture on the screen.

The picture of the two of them just reminds David about how old he is. His thoughts are all over the place as he thinks about how soon enough he’ll have to worry about breaking a hip while they have sex, how Thomas will have to watch him get old and flaccid, having to take care of him after he develops dementia.

“I wish I was young again.” David suddenly blurts out.

A minute of silence goes by and David decides to text Thomas back. As he does so, a piece of text scrolls across the car’s monitor.

“Wish granted. 🧞“

The text scrolls away before David has a chance to notice. He puts his phone away and is about to put the car in reverse when he suddenly feels a weird sensation pulse throughout his whole body. Unbeknownst to him, his body was about to change.

David slowly began to feel his body and limbs get longer. He soon felt cramped in the position he was sitting in and had to scoot his seat back a bit in order to properly fit. His 5′8′ frame was now 6′2. Next, he noticed the muscles in his arms, torso, and legs began to get more swollen. David was already decently fit, but his muscles got bigger and bigger, expanding to sizes he never thought imaginable. They were more toned and hard to the touch. His wrinkly and saggy skin also became smooth and tight. He watched as it’s splotchy white color began to slowly turn caramel. In total shock, David turned on the light and looked at the rear view mirror. He saw his blue eyes turn dark brown and the rest of his facial features began to change as well. His Caucasian features turned ambiguously ethnic.

His white hair turned black, with most of his beard falling off, leaving a little bit of stubble behind. David felt his new face, he no longer had the wrinkles around his eyes he always hated. For the final change, David felt his cock grow exponentially and press up against his tight shorts. A large grin appeared on David’s face and he continued to feel himself. He couldn’t wait to go back inside and show Thomas his new self.

Bigger Is Better

“Alright guys, that’s enough for today.” Kyle yells across the room. “Great workout, just remember to keep up with your exercises at home and I’ll see you back next week.”

Kyle, a personal trainer at a small gym, waves his clients goodbye as they head out after a grueling workout session. Men and women of all shapes and sizes leave the gym, but Kyle stops one guy and pulls him aside right before he exits.

“Hey bro, mind if I talk to you for a quick sec?” Kyle asks the man, named Fabian.

“Uh, yeah. What’s up?” Fabian replies.

“It’s just that you’ve been taking my classes for, what is it now, four months I think. Have you been noticing the results you’ve been looking for?”

Fabian is rather taken a back. But it’s true, He’s been attending Kyle’s classes for well over four months and he looks pretty much the same now as he did back then. Fabian was a heavy guy. In gay terms, he’d definitely be classified as a bear.

“I don’t mean to be out of line, but you are looking to lose some weight, right?” Kyle speaks up. “If you’d like, we can also start planning your meals.”

“Don’t think that’s necessary.” Fabian pushes back. “Believe it or not, but I like how I am right now.”

Kyle is left stunned. “Wait, what? Then why do you show up to work out?”

“Cause I like being able to eat whatever the fuck I want.” He admits while letting out a small chuckle. “It’s taken a bit, but I’m comfortable in my own skin and I’m happy being the size that I am. No offense, but not everyone needs to be as sculpted as you.”

Kyle is not sure how to respond. Being a personal trainer, fitness has always been his life. He couldn’t understand why someone would willingly choose to be overweight. It was just unfathomable.

“Well if it makes you happy. You do you.” Kyle relents and walks over to the door. “I’ll see you next week?”

“Definitely.” Fabian takes his things and walks out.

A bit later, Kyle is in the locker room of the gym, with his conversation with Fabian still on his mind. It’s dead silent, with the only sound coming from the static of an old TV playing in the corner.

Kyle begins to undress as he starts getting ready to go into the showers. He looks at himself in the mirror and flexes for a bit. He’s still unsure why anybody wouldn’t strive to aim for a body like his.

“Kinda wish I could understand how someone could be content being like that.” He says to himself out loud. He then strips naked and steps into the shower.

Unbeknownst to him, the TV in the corner switches from showing static to displaying a black screen with a single sentence.

“Wish granted. 🧞”

Minutes into his shower, Kyle continues lathering his body with soap. He notices his breathing begin to get a bit heavy. He starts scrubbing his chest, but what used to be rock hard pecs were starting to feel soft and flabby. Kyle looked town in complete shock as his hard earned abs disappeared under a thick layer of fat, forming a large belly which only continued to expand to the point where he could no longer see his feet. Stretch marks began to form on his sides.

Kyle immediately went to turn off the shower, but as he reached for the knob he noticed that his once veiny arms were now covered with a layer of fat as well. Kyle managed to get out of the shower and in the distance was able to make out his new figure in the mirror. He was no longer lean and muscular. He now had the same body shape as Fabian. As he got closer, he also noticed that he had gotten much hairier. His sexy mustache filled out into an entire beard. He no longer sported his Mohawk as the rest of his hair filled out as well. Kyle was horrified at his appearance. All his years of hard work and dedication were gone. He looked like someone who had never once stepped foot in the gym.

This is when the changes to his mind began to occur. The look of distress in his new chubby face turned into one of acceptance and contempt.

“This is ok.” He thought to himself. He’s always been a big guy. Kyle began rubbing his hands against his new body. Starting at his moobs and slowly going down until he reached his big cock. It was the only thing about his body that didn’t change.

Kyles demeanor then once again changed. Going from accepting to being completely turned on by his new body. He rubbed his sensitive nipples and began stroking his fully erect cock. His groans could be heard all around the empty locker room. Kyle stopped stroking his cock and once again looked at himself in the mirror. He could now understand why Fabian liked being this big. In fact, Kyle wanted to get even bigger as he began thinking of all the things he could stop to eat as he made his way home.

Grow Up

Since we moved in together, I’ve had the biggest crush on my roommate Eddy. He was cute, funny, and ridiculously charming. The only problem.. he was as straight as an arrow. Every weekend he’d have a different girl over and I could hear their hot and heavy sex through the thin walls of our apartment. 

The thing is, he knew I was gay, and unlike the other straight men in this town, he was perfectly okay with it. Eddy actually went out of his way to make me feel included whenever we went to go have drinks with some of his buddies. I had a feeling he knew I lusted over him, and I honestly think he just liked the attention. But knowing that he and I would never be a thing just killed me. The guy was perfect in every other way, well.. almost.

As much as I fawned for Eddy, the guy who I’d fantasized about in my dreams, I eventually came to learn that living under the same roof as him was a nightmare. As considerate as he was, he was not dependable in terms of being a roommate in the slightest. He was constantly late with his half of the rent, would forget to pay the electric bill, and would always get himself locked out of the apartment after losing his keys. But none of that compared to what he would do next.

It was the middle of the night and some loud banging woke me up from my deep slumber. Thinking it was just the neighbors, I tried to go back to sleep but the banging continued, getting louder and louder. Eventually, I gave in and got out of bed to see what was going on. The banging was coming from our front door and it kept banging until I opened it.

“Eddy? What are you doing out this late?” I said.

Eddy walked in, teetering back and forth, ready to lose his step at any moment.

“Sorry, I lost my keys again.” he said, mumbling every other word.

“Dude, you reek of alcohol.” I smelled the stench of it as I tried to walk him to the couch. “Did you go out drinking? Are you drunk right now?”

“No!” he said vehemently. I looked him dead in the eyes. “Okay, yes! But what’s the big deal, this happens all the time anyway.”

It’s true, it did happen all the time. Most weekends he’d come home stupidly drunk. He was 5′10 and only 150 pounds. The man just couldn’t handle his liquor.

“Ok, but last time I saw you, I sent you to go to Mr. Rooney to pay our rent. Tonight was the last night he gave us to pay or else he was going to throw us out.” I tried to explain to him.

“Uhh.” That’s all Eddy could say.

“Oh my god, Eddy. What the fuck??!” I yelled. “You literally had one fucking job!” I was fuming.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he pleaded. “I was leaving the bank when I ran into some friends from work and I got distracted.” 

Eddy tried to stand up but trying to do so quickly in his state just resulted in him puking all over the place.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I was in disbelief at this point. “Let me take off your shirt. You got puke all over it.”

I went over to help Eddy clean himself up. I took off his shirt and as I was trying to take off his pants as well, I noticed something peculiar sticking out of his pocket. I reached in there and took it out. It was a business card. The only thing printed on it however was a symbol that resembled a genie.

“🧞“

“Where did you get this?” I asked him.

 “Gimme that!” Eddy reached out for the card. “The guy said I could have anything I wanted with that!”

“What guy?!”

“The guy at the bar. He was selling them. That one was crazy expensive, basically had to give him everything I had! Now give it back!” 

Upon hearing that, I got a sinking feeling in my stomach. “Don’t tell me you used our rent money to buy this stupid ass card.”

“No! He was legit! He showed me and it works!” He tried once again to take the card from me.

“You know what Eddy, I’ve had it.” I formed fists in both hands, clenching hard on the card in the process. “I love you, like I really love you, but you’re so damn immature! You always pull this crap and expect me to just let things slide, but I’ve had enough! I wish you’d just grow the hell up and realize how much this shit you do affects me! I wish you’d just give a damn about me for once!”

After my tirade, the room fell silent. The half-naked Eddy just stood there motionless. A minute went by and still not a peep from him.

“Forget it.” I said, frustrated as I walked over to the laundry room get some towels to clean up the mess. I unclenched my hand to look at the card and interestingly enough, the genie symbol was no longer there.

“Dude, I don’t feel so good.” I heard Eddy yell out from the other room.

“Might be all the fucking drinks you had.” I tried to dismiss him but as soon as I walked back into the room with the towels something strange was happening to Eddy.

In front of my very own eyes I witnessed Eddy slowly increase in height. But not only was he getting taller, but he was also getting bigger. His small twinky frame was filling out. Eddy had a very lean body, almost no fat, but all that was going away. His muscles began to expand but they were soon immediately all covered by a small layer of fat. 

“What’s happening?” he cried out as he watched his body change. 

Eddy eventually stopped growing, appearing to now reach a height of 6′4 and seemed to have gained over 100 pounds of mass. But the changes didn’t stop just yet. Hair began to appear all over his once hairless body. His chest, stomach, arms, shoulders and back, all covered with hair now. The small stubble he used to have started thickening out into a nicely trimmed beard. These hairs then began to change color, going from dark brown into a mix of grey and white. Eddy’s worst fear then came to light as the hair on his head started to fall right off, revealing a shiny, bald cranium.

Eddy rubbed his hands on his new, smooth head. “Please make it stop!” His voice was now much deeper than it once was.

The final change then occurred as his once tan skin started becoming pale. Splotches of ink began forming on both arms, turning into tattoos. And finally, a golden ring earring appeared on each ear, completing Eddy’s transformation. Eddy no longer looked like himself, he looked like a older man in his forties or fifties.

Eddy, in his new body, had a completely glazed look on his face.

“Eddy? Are you okay?” I said to the new man standing in front of me. No response. A minute passed and he still stood there unresponsive. In the corner of my eye, I noticed something appear on the business card.

“Wish granted.” was now printed on what used to be an entirely blank card. 

Immediately after, Eddy snapped back into reality. He looked at his hands and rubbed them across his now hairy body and then turned to me.

“I’m sorry for what I did, but I promise I’ll grow up and be the man you want me to be.” He walked towards me. “I’ll be everything you want me to be.”

With his newly acquired strength, Eddy picked me up and held me tight against his body. He was warm to the touch. My face smothered between his hairy pecs. He then looked down to me and planted his lips against mine.

This was so strange, but it felt so right. After our passionate kiss, Eddy once again wrapped his beefy arms around me and squeezed tight.

“Eddy, this is all I ever wanted from you.” I said, melting in his arms.

“Shh. It’s Edward now.” He whispered into my ear. “I’ll take care of you from now on, I promise.” Edward released me from the bear hug and gave me two thumbs up.

Latin Night

It was 2am and the music was on full blast at Piranhas, a gay nightclub in Las Vegas. It was Latin Night and the dance floor was filled with hot, sweaty bodies.

Between songs, Connor taps on the shoulder of one of his buddies.

“I’ll be back. Gotta go take a piss.” Connor yells into his friend’s ear as the next song had already begun blaring.

Connor’s buddy acknowledges him by giving a thumbs up and just continues dancing, eventually starting to grind on a random guy.

Connor steps into the empty bathroom, away from the pounding music, finally getting a chance to hear himself think. After using the urinal, he goes to the sink and looks at himself in the mirror.

“This is disgusting.” he says as he stares at his tank top, stained by all the sweat that comes from a night of hot and heavy dancing. It didn’t smell all that great either, as a musky scent started to come off. Connor was conflicted about taking it off, however. Despite by all means being a good looking guy, above average even, Connor was still self conscious about his somewhat chubby physique. He’d regularly go to the gym, but for the life of him was unable to shed those last extra pounds.

Connor took off his top and looked in the mirror, discontent at what he saw. Prepared to put the soggy piece of clothing back on, something reflected on the mirror caught his attention. Connor turned around, finding a piece of laminated paper among the sea of fliers plastered on the wall.

“Not happy with what you see? Text "WISH” to 555-5555 for a free consultation about changing what you don’t like about yourself.”

Connor was skeptic at first as it obviously seemed like a scam. But after thinking it over, he decided to give it a try. What harm could it be? If it was a scam, he could always block the number. Connor texted the number on the flyer and within seconds received a response.

“Tell us what you want to change and your wish will be granted. 🧞”

Connor simply typed “less fat, more muscle” and hit sent. No immediate response like the last time. A few minutes went by and still nothing.

“I knew it was a scam.” Connor mutters to himself as he turns back to the mirror to get ready before he headed back to the dance floor. His phone then buzzes, the number had responded.

“Wish granted.”

That’s all it said. Connor rolled his eyes at the text, but then immediately realized that his eyes were the only thing he could move. His body was completely frozen. Connor attempted to move, but it was all in vein. A feeling of panic filled his entire body as he could not even scream for help.

Connor watched in the mirror as his body had begun to undergo changes. The flab on his arms began to shrink, revealing toned biceps and triceps with thick veins protruding out. His face became slimmer, unveiling a strong jawline and the muscles in his neck began to gain mass. His pecs became more defined, his nipples going from saggy to rock hard. He could also feel his thighs explode with muscle. Finally, he watched as the little fat he had around his sides and stomach disappeared. His V-line became more pronounced and his abs looked as if they were sculpted on. After the initial feeling of horror, Connor could only be in awe, as he looked at himself in the mirror. This is the body he wanted.

He then became unfrozen and was able to move. He fondled himself, rubbed his hands all over his body, feeling the groves along his abs and the hardness of his pecs. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he felt a bit aroused. He was happy, finally feeling comfortable in his own skin. Unfortunately, that didn’t last long as the changes were far from over.

Still giddy, Connor started to feel his body heat up. From seemingly out of no where, he began to burn up.

“What’s going on?”

Suddenly, he felt a burst of pain all around his body. Connor could hear his bones cracking and breaking underneath his skin. He fell over onto the restroom floor, huddled in fetal position as it felt like his bones were rearranging themselves. He yelled for help but his screams were muffled by the sound of reggae playing all around the club. 

After a few minutes, the intense pain subsided. Connor got off the floor, immediately feeling like he had grown a few inches. He was right. No longer was he 5′8, but was now 6′2. He looked at the mirror and could barely recognize the man who was looking back at him. Not only was her taller, but his face was longer and his nose became less narrow. As he continued to examine himself, he noticed his light brown hair turn dark black, followed by his beard. The hair on his mustache became thicker. He then saw his lips turn a shade redder and a bit more plump. Almost immediately after, all the hair that covered his entire body fell right off. His skin was as smooth as a baby’s bum and it began to become a bit tanner. Connor’s Anglo-Saxon complexion turned into that of a Latino man’s. But just when Connor thought everything was over, a stabbing sensation began to emanate from parts of his new body. Piercings appeared on each ear, as well as one in his left nipple. Black ink began to accumulate on his chest and entire left arm, forming intricate tattoos. His transformation was complete.

Out of breath, Connor looked at the man who was staring back in the mirror. It was as if a stranger was in the restroom with him. He no longer recognized himself at all.

His phone which he had dropped on the floor began to buzz again. Someone was calling him.

“What the fuck now.” he said, now with a tinge of a Spanish accent in his voice. “Hello?”

“Hey, what’s taking so long. It’s time to go.” his friend had called.

Connor didn’t know what to say. He was no longer Connor, he was someone else. He couldn’t go back out there like this. No chance anyone would ever believe him. He stayed in the bathroom, transfixed on his new body.

“Can you hear me? Connor, hello?”