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Shukriyaa Bhai! Ah, vhat a breath of fresh airr do quit smoking! You must let me redurn dhe favorr. Let us see, how did dhat otherr person change you? Ah yes, the "Change my interlocutor" setting.

Chod! I dhink I made you biggerr dhan me! Ah vell, I like having another muscular tattooed desi around. Bud don't go dhinking you arre the strongest, Bhai. Ve'll wrestle forr dhat ditle!

Salam, Akhi. Make explanation for me. Why my Chronivac says I was changed twoice today. Now my memory of the changes ees, eh, 50/50. But I saw two support articles from you of hackers making men Arabs, and then someone accidentally using the alpha Arab preset. I admit my current body ees very noice, but I would like to become my proper body, if you blease.

Oh yes, there has indeed been quite a lot mixed up today…. And it will take the Chronivac team quite a while to sort it all out again.

It's a bit difficult to reconstruct everything, but according to my records, this should have been your original body. I put some muscles on it. As an apology. And the tattoos are also free.

Now you should speak excellent Hindi and Indian influenced English again. And I have also stopped you smoking. I hope everything else is fine again. If you have any wishes or questions, please contact me!

Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

Everyone who reblogs this will get a personalized hypnotic erotic GIF based on what I see on your profile.

Saw this in a deactivated Tumblr and will pick up the gauntlet, .I will create the animation, post it on my blog and tag you. Feel free to put any kinks you want to share or any suggestions you need re-enforced in the tags or as a reblog text. I will do my best to do this based on my time.

Harvey Visits Gurpreet's Bake Sale

Part 2 of reposting a collaborative story from cyoc.net. This first section was written by Tyranitar.

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Harvey tossed and turned in his bed as he tried to fall asleep but restlessly struggled with his sheets, trying to fall asleep. He felt warm, perhaps because it was the beginning of the semester, still basically summer, and there was no air conditioning in his dorm. He tried to focus on anything but the damn heat, trying to shut his mind off, but something was keeping him on the edge of alertness. Eventually, his body started to demand sleep, and Harvey was lying in his bed just on the edge of consciousness. He could feel some sort of sensation throughout his body, almost like he weighed a thousand pounds. Perhaps it was him trying to fall asleep? Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable.

He tried to force himself to stand, but felt like he couldn't control his own body in this restful state. It was like he was made of steel. He kept trying to pull up with his knees, to no avail. He kept trying to move, frantically, as he grew increasingly frightened of his sleep-paralyzed state. He suddenly felt his body jerk up, standing as he found himself suddenly able to control his body again. He frantically looked around, trying to make place of his surroundings. Wherever he was, was clearly not his room.

He felt a small shove from behind, and suddenly moved forward. He was in a crowd, of sorts. He could feel the carpet below his feet. He looked down to see that he was indeed shoeless and sockless. That made sense to Harvey, but he also saw that he was wearing jeans, which he certainly didn't go to bed in. But why would he be here if he had just went to bed? He looked at his arms and down his shirt and saw that he was wearing a simple long sleeved button up shirt as well. The crowd of people, moving forward, were similarly dressed, and they were all wearing some kind of head covering. Instinctively, Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He sighed in relief, not wanting to stick out among the crowd.

Seemingly suddenly, because Harvey wasn't paying a lot of attention, the people in front of him started to sit down on the carpet in almost a wave. As people near the front sat down, Harvey could see a grandiose setup at the front of the room, where a very large book sat under a shimmering gold canopy. "The Adi Granth" came to the forefront of his mind, identifying the book. Three elder Sikh men sat around the canopy, observing the crowd. Harvey sat down, putting his bare feet together and knees outwards, placing his hands in front of him.

After a few minutes as the crowd sat down and settled, one of the Sikh men started speaking. "Ga-orhee sukhmanee mehlaa 5. Salok. Ik-on kaar satgur parsaad." Harvey had no idea what he was saying, but glanced around the room subtly. Everyone was taking in what the elder was saying and bowing their heads to the floor. Harvey quickly followed suit, not wanting to commit a faux pas. The script continued as he tried to make sense of what was happening. "Parabh kai simran dusman tarai. Parabh simrat kachh bighan na laagai. Parabh kai simran an-din jaagai."

Whatever this prayer was, Harvey could feel its energy flowing through him. Maybe it was partially the atmosphere of the room, but he felt at peace, surrounded by this homely crowd in front of the elders and the Adi Granth. As the prayer continued, he started to speak the words under his breath. "Parabh kai simran sufal falaa. Say simrahi jin aap simraa-ay. Naanak taa kai laaga-o paa-ay." As he looked down at the ground, he could feel something in addition to the peaceful atmosphere, almost like there was a growing weight on his head. He opened his eyes, and saw some hairs at the bottom of his peripheral vision. It shocked him out of the peaceful place as he clued in that something wasn't right. He didn't have a beard, and this wasn't somewhere he'd ever go. What the hell was go-

Harvey jolted awake at the sound of his alarm clock. He stretched, and reached over to turn it off. He felt extremely tired still, blaming it on the restless sleep he'd had overnight. He remembered that his dream was strange, but couldn't for the life of him remember what it was about. He quickly threw on a muscle shirt that was sitting on his desk and made his way to the bathroom. Thankfully, his first class started at an odd time, so he didn't have to share the bathroom with many people. He went about his usual morning routine, brushing his teeth, and then looked in the mirror to see if anything was stuck in them.

When he saw himself he did a double take.

He knew he'd looked stubbly last night, but there was no way that what he was sporting would be described as anything short of a beard now. It wasn't long, but it was thick and looked well maintained. He took one of his hands and started rubbing his fingers through the bristles, feeling his face. As he did, he pondered on whether or not he actually wanted to shave. He had to admit to himself, he looked damn good. He made a couple of faces in the mirror, and made the decision that he was going to keep the hair, and then walked back to his dorm.

End of Tyranitar's section. The following by Roller62

Upon entering his dorm, Harvey was greeted by a familiar voice.

"Well hello there, Bearded Daddy. Have you seen my room mate, Harvey?" Harry said. Harry was Harvey's gay room mate, and if you ever needed proof of that, you could check the pride flags he pinned to the wall next to his bed. He would occasionally make flirtatious comments around Harvey, but they were all in good fun.

"I'm right here!" Harvey struck a pose, "Shocking I know. I guess I neglected shaving a bit. Hopefully the girls on campus like it as much as you do".

"I'm sure they'll love how it looks. Your personality on the other hand..." 

Harvey rolled his eyes and continued getting ready for class. He pulled on a plain white T-shirt and a pair of jeans, then filled his book bag with all the books and binders he would need for the day. "So what's on your agenda for the day?"

"It's looking pretty busy" Harry was rummaging through his wardrobe, trying to find the best outfit for his twinkish body. "Tomorrow is the semester's first meeting for the Queer Student Union, so I'll be preparing for that. You should come, it'll be a lot of fun".

"No thanks, Bro. I already have obligations to another club" Harvey was glad he had a legitimate excuse to miss that sausage fest.

"Really? Which club did you join?"

"You know that cultural studies class I'm taking? The professor made me join the Sikh club"

"Oh the Sikh Student Alliance? They seem like a fun group"

"Yeah, you know them or something?"

"Sure" Harry answered flatly, "A lot of the student organizations know each other because we do tabling events together. Actually, a few of their members are also in the Queer Student Alliance."

"Really? Who?" Harvey asked out of genuine curiosity.

"If you want to find out, you'll have to come tomorrow" Harry grinned, pulling out the clothes he thought would be perfect for the day.

"Whatever. I'll see you after class" Without putting any thought into it, Harvey tied his hair in a bun and wrapped the patka around his head. Since Harry was busy changing, he didn't see Harvey do this. Feeling ready for the day, Harvey left to his first class

Arriving at the designated classroom, Harvey did a double take when he saw Gurpreet inside. He surveyed the room to check if it was full of Punjabis, and was relieved to see that their was a healthy mix of students.

"Hi Harvey, come sit here!" Gurpreet was sitting in the first row. His large stomach was wedged between the chair and its conjoined desk. Harvey fulfilled the bearish man's request and plopped down in the seat next to him. "This is a welcome surprise, I didn't expect you to be taking a class like this, but I'm glad we'll be spending more time together" Gurpreet displayed his signature smile.

"What do you mean, why wouldn't I take this class?"

"Honestly, you didn't seem very excited about Sikh culture yesterday. You bolted as soon as the meeting ended. But now you're here, and you're even wearing the patka we gave you. You must be must be willing to learn lots!"

"What are you talking about?" Harvey reached up to his head and felt the familiar patka wrapped around his hair. He didn't remember putting this on! That thought was interrupted when and elderly Sikh man emerged from the classroom's door. Something about him was so familiar, and yet Harvey was sure he hadn't seen the man in person before. The mental image of a large book and a gold canopy came to mind, but Harvey couldn't place where that memory was coming from.

"Good morning, Students" the elderly man greeted, "I'm glad you all made it to our first lecture. Welcome to Religious Studies 372: Sikhism" he took a dry erase marker and wrote the course name on the whiteboard, then turned his attention back to the students.

"I'm in the wrong class!" Harvey whispered to himself quietly, but not too quiet for Gurpreet to hear.

"Really?" Gurpreet asked, "Can I see your schedule?" Harvey nodded and fished a print of his class schedule out of his binder. "Everything looks right, see? REL S with Professor Singh. The room number and time are the same too" Gurpreet stated, handing the schedule back to Harvey. Gurpreet was right! But Harvey didn't remember signing up for this class. Though come to think of it, Harvey couldn't recall what class he was suppose to be taking instead. Oh well, Harvey figured he may as well say as it would be rude to leave the class so abruptly. He'd have to clear this up with the Advisor Office later today.

"Now before I get started on today's lecture on the basics of Sikhism, do any of you have questions? Maybe some preconceived notions of the religion?" Professor Singh asked, then called on a student who raised their hand.

"I've heard the warrior identity is very important to Sikh people and that's why they are suppose to carry daggers with them all the time. How does that work in modern times?"

"Great question. The warrior identity embraced by Sikhs stems from a period of violent persecution against Sikh people, so of course they needed to defend themselves. Now, I'm sure I don't look like a mighty warrior to many of you, and though it is a requirement of the five K's, we modern Sikhs can not carry a kirpan with us everywhere... but I would like to propose this interpretation: A Sikh should be a warrior when people need defending. Likewise, if people are suffering in other ways, a Sikh should transform into the person they need. We'll get into the theory behind that later in the course."

Harvey chuckled at this notion. Sure Gurpreet was a big guy, but imagining a sweet guy like him as a warrior just didn't fit. The transformation part was interesting though. Could a Sikh really change so much just to help someone in need? That would be interesting to see. The rest of the lecture went on without a hitch, and Harvey did feel like he was learning more about the religion. Once class was done, Harvey and Gurpreet agreed that they should study together if Harvey decided to stay in the class, and the two parted ways.

With nothing better to do, Harvey decided to waste time at the Library Walkway. It was a large open space adjacent to the university's library, which was the center of the campus. Students frequently crossed this area on their way between classes, and it was complimented with benches and shady trees which made it a nice place to rest.

"Harvey? Hey Harvey, over here!" Harvey heard an accented voice call from behind him. He turned around to see Gurpreet again. What a coincidence. Harvey walked over to the waving Sikh bear. He had propped two tables in an "L" shape adjacent to the Library's wall, essentially creating a square with an opening at the side. With all the cooking utensils and devices that Gurpreet had brought with him, it looked like he was setting up some kind of food stand. "I could really use your help, Harvey. Can you set up this stand with me?" Normally Harvey would make some excuse to say no, but Gurpreet already saw Harvey's schedule, so he knew that Harvey had a large gap right now.

"Yeah, sure. I can help you out" Harvey admitted.

"Thank you! Here, come in" Gurpreet made room for Harvey to enter his table square. Gurpreet was hastily pulling materials out of a box labled "tabling supplies". "Here, lets lay down the table cloths." Gurpreet grabbed two orange table cloths with a white floral design and tossed one to Harvey. The table cloth landed on top of Harvey's head. Making contact with Harvey's patka, the table cloth folded and wrapped itself around Harvey's head, becoming a beautiful orange floral Gurmukhi Dastar turban. Harvey felt a wave of heat envelop him as his skin became a deep brown and all of his hair turned black. This was followed by a bloated feeling as Harvey watched his stomach grow. It was slow at first before exploding outward. Massive love handles wrapped around his body, swollen breasts sat atop his stomach, even his face was filling out with plump cheeks and a round chin. Then Harvey noticed he wasn't just getting fatter, he grew taller too. His new height rivaled Gurpreet's, and he was much fatter than the Sikh bear too! He wasn't just fat, he was massive. He thought he was going to explode out of his clothes, but strangely they were growing with him. His jeans were stretched tight by his thick thighs and the two globes in his rear. His shirt managed to stay loose despite his round belly hanging far in front of him. The shirt gained a graphic of a smiling milk carton wearing sunglasses, with the pun "'Sup Doodh" underneath. Harvey's mustache thickened, his beard grew thicker, wider than his face in a round shape and stretching below his neck. Finally, a pair of clear prescription aviator glasses appeared in front of Harvey's eyes, completing the transformation.

"Wha- what the? What's going on!?" Harvey exclaimed.

"We're running a bake sale as a fund raiser for the Sikh Student Coalition" Gurpreet answered, "but the guy who was suppose to do the actual cooking had to cancel. I'm so glad you were able to fill in at the last second, Harpinder. You're such a good cook" Gurpreet smiled and layed out his table cloth. "What a coincidence, your parna matches my table cloth! Hmm, no where did the other one go?"

"What are you talking about?" It seemed like Harvey's question had a completely different context in Gurpreet's mind. Did Gurpreet really not notice how Harvey had changed? "I'm not a chef, especially not with Punjabi food!"

"Don't be so modest, Harpinder" Gurpreet chuckled, "I've seen the lunches you've packed in your book bag. It seems you're an expect with even the most complicated dishes."

"Do you really not see anything wrong with me? I mean..." Harvey paused, looking down at his new form, "my stomach is huge"

"That's not wrong" Gurpreet patted his own belly, "A large stomach is proof you know what good food tastes like"

Gurpreet thought that Harvey was suppose to be like this, he even kept calling him "Harpinder". Harvey felt that he had to leave, he had to find a way to change back. He tried to exit, but he was currently sandwiched between the tables, the library, and Gurpreet. At his large size, he couldn't easily maneuver around Gurpreet, who was blocking the only exit. He tried, but ended up bumping his belly against Gurpreet's.

"Haha, easy there Harpinder. Here, allow me to pass you the ingredients." Gurpreet placed a few packages and utensils on Harvey's side of the table. It looked like escape wouldn't be possible unless Harvey could convince Gurpreet that he wasn't the person Gurpreet thought he was. Still, what was he suppose to do in he mean time? He didn't know how to make any of these dishes. And yet, Harvey's hands moved on auto pilot. Without needing to put any thought into it, he was creating a variety of delicious Punjabi treats. Once Gurpreet finished setting up the decor and collection bin, their stand was open for business.

Since the Library Walkway was a popular spot on campus, they had a steady flow of customers. It was mostly Indian students at first, but the stand's popularity quickly caught the eye of other students as well. Harvey kept busy, constantly making more treats to keep up with demand. Things were going so well, he was starting to forget he had been so troubled by his transformation earlier. He was even throwing out welcoming and thankful phrases such as "Aaooji aaooji" and "tuhada swagat hai" to people who stopped by their stand. 

When things eventually slowed down, a group of Punjabi women approach the stand. "Hi Gurpreet. Who's your friend?" the first one asked.

"Hi Rupi, this is Harpinder. He's a new member of the Sikh Student Coalition. He just joined yesterday."

"Ah, now that you mention it he does look familiar. He was at yesterday's meeting, right?" Rupi said.

"Wow, this food looks so good" a second girl added, "Harpinder, did you make all of this?"

"It was nothing, really" Harvey bashfully rubbed the back of his turban and smiled "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please" she replied. Harvey filled plates for all of the girls in the group.

"Thank you, Harpinder. How much do we owe you?" Rupi asked.

"Don't worry about it, it's on the house" Harvey winked "And my friends call me Harp." The girls blushed and giggled to each other, thanking Harpinder before taking off. Harvey was glad that he still had his signature charm.

Gurpreet grinned, "Look at you 'Harp', so popular already" the two shared a laugh "Thank you for all your help today. This is probably the most profitable bake sale the Sikh Student Coalition has ever had" Gurpreet patted the collection bin "and by putting our name out here, I'm sure we've also attracted a few new members. I couldn't have done it without you."

"Of course. It's just like Professor Singh said, a Sikh should always help those in need" The two hugged each other, their belllies squishing against each other.

"I'm going to finish cleaning up here, why don't you take some well deserved rest?" Gurpreet said as he made room for Harvey to exit.

Harvey nodded and leisurely walked to the a restroom to wash his hands. Looking in the mirror, his turban unwrapped itself from his head, becoming a table cloth again. He also reverted back to his original form, a white man with an average build wearing a patka.

He grabbed his head, feeling a bit woozy. "Did that really just happen?" Harvey asked himself. He remembered everything that happened at the bake sale, but it both felt like he was himself and wasn't himself at the same time. Harvey rationalize that he must of just imagined the transformation. He was just a regular white guy helping Gurpreet with his bake sale. As for the treats he was making... it must have been some simple american treat. There was no way he was making Punjabi food. Harvey placed the table cloth in his book bag so he could return it to Gurpreet later and exited the bathroom. He ended up passing by that same group of Punjabi women. "Hey Rupi" he said with a wink. The girls simply smiled and rolled their eyes.

"See you at the next meeting, Harv" Rupi said while they all walked away. That was odd, they all seemed so into him earlier. Why wasn't his charm working anymore? Oh well, Harvey looked at the time on his phone. He was trying to decide if he should head to class or if he still had time to go somewhere else.

I asked the Chronivac to make me popular, but it just got confused. I guess my request was too subjective since what's considered "popular" can change depending on who you're around. Can you help?

Hmmmm! I paused the permanent transformation into ever-changing popular states once. But I'm not entirely sure right now if the moment was a good one…. You obviously just drove past an excursion by members of the Dallas Bears. And hell: you're really popular with the lads!

Okay, you're not engaged yet, but your boyfriend probably wouldn't like it if I reactivated the "popular" setting or reverted you back to your original state. And for what it's worth, you're unlikely to get a bigger cock and a hairier chest. And you're both a talented stud and a first-class cocksucker. I don't think you want to give that up, do you? Enjoy it!

Pic of you both found @hairytwosome

I hope you can help, you're the 3rd Chronivac support rep I've been directed to. I am unable to make changes with my Chronivac. I swear, the first rep's English seemed to get more broken the longer I was on chat. The second rep seemed better, until he connected to my account. Then he seemed much more interested in describing his musk and farts than my issue! Hopefully you are more competent.

I deeply regret if not all of my colleagues do meet the standards we have set for ourselves at Chronivac Inc. Let me look at your case.

As far as I can tell, you have chosen the "Change my interlocutor according to my wishes" setting. This, of course, can have an impact on the person you talk to at Chronivac…. Fuck! hehehehe! have you seen my boner. Dude, I didn't know it cud get that big. Bruh, actually we are not allowed to jerk off at work. But I'm at least officially still on da way to work… Hopefully it's allowed in da car.

Fucc' can u turn on ur camera, bruh? do u want 2 watch meh jerk off? id b lit if i cud cya doing it 2. Dude, wasnt i wearing a shirt earlier? and wasnt tht a fam van just now? ayy lmao, a mustang goes much better w/ tht tank top.

shit, cuming rn. Dude, did u have sum kinda problem? Can i help u w/ something? then maybe checc bacc w/ meh l8r. Fuuuuuuck!

Pic of me found @447am 

As a sikh twink, I get a lot of push back from my community because I don't wear a turban, cut my hair and shave. My sikh roommate always looks at me with disappointment when he catches me with my scissors and razor. Can you make it so I never have to shave again?

You’re room mate comes home. You hear the door slam shut and you know he’s mad seeing that your turban had been thrown on the floor like normal. You can’t help it. You hate wearing the thing. Just like you had facial hair so you always shave it every morning and night. You’re room mate is so tired of this. You’re disrespecting the community and he yells about it every night and today isn’t going to be any different. You hear him stomping to your room and slamming the door open. He throws the turban at your telling you how disrespectful you are. You don’t even bother arguing with him anymore. He is the perfect Sikh male. Turban and beard. Never shaving abs always conforming to what his community wants. And all you want is to just not have to deal with it anymore. Wanting an Escape.

You get up from the bed and walk to the living room where your room mate is sitting there with your father.

“You’re either going to be like us with our community or you’re going to be shunned. I will not have my boy disrespect our family like that !” You father screams at you. He takes a bag of you’re razors and throws them in the trash in front of you. Slapping you in the face on his way out. You room mate follows. “We only want the best for you. Either it’s going to be like this or you’re on your own. I will not live like this !” All because you don’t conform to the norms. All you want is an escape. Which is where I’m conflicted. Either I could give you want you or I could be cruel. But I really don’t feel that someone like yourself should be punished anymore than you already are. So I’m going to do you a favor. As one life changes so will another as you trade places with someone from afar. While you hate the Sikh live you’ve been blessed with there is someone else who would do anything to be like you.

You wake up on the bathroom floor seeing that everything is different. You’re in a different apartment and soon you’ll find a different country. You stand up and see that your hands are different. In the mirror you’re shocked to see a twink of another race. And I’ve granted your wish with no set backs. One of the few I do this for. As your wish to never shave again will be granted as this body has no body hair. You stink your tongue out and pull up your shirt seeing the tight fit body you now have.

And now your Charlie. Twink abs model wanna be shipped works at the coffee shop down the street waiting for your next break. Living in a community of mixed religions and races. A community where no one pays attentions that you are a hairless twink without a turban. A month passes abs your on Facebook only to see your original profile pop up. You click on it and your shocked. The real Charlie has really set into his new life. Becoming everything your father wanted. Bearded and turban wrapped. He definitely didn’t shave anymore now. In fact. He had made your old body look like a twin to your room mate. And it looked like your old body was only going to get hairier.