A Chubby Guy Here, Wouldnt Mind A Change!

A chubby guy here, wouldn’t mind a change!

A chubby guy? You're already a bit of my type, but I understand not everyone share my sentiment. Still, it would be a shame to get rid of all that fat when it can be put to better use. Let me take you to my favorite gym and use my guest pass. Yes, yes, I know it can be intimidating. All of these jocks like to sneer at the chubby guy working out, but you don't mind them. Just pump iron with me! That's it, you're already lifting so much! You don't notice a difference yet? Well of course you won't see anything sweating in those baggy clothes! Let's get you in a sweatband, mesh tank, and some shorts. Hell yeah, now you're showing off that pale bronze skin.

Now the jocks are laughing at seeing your fat stomach through your mesh, but you keep pumping and then BOOM, muscle is peeking under the fat. After a few reps your biceps swelled twice no- three times their size! Your inflated pecs pushing forward and shoulders widen to make room. Now let's waddle you over to the squat rack. As if your thighs weren't already big enough, your quads and hamstrings are thick man! Glutes are looking firmer and bigger too! You feel that testosterone running through you? Yeah look at that black hair growing on your chest and that beard growing in. You think your hair texture has changed? Well east asian hair tends to be like that. After all, that western fast food wasn't doing you any favors. Now your belly is full of beef, szechuan chicken, and broccoli to feed those muscles. Check out the mirror you Chinese beast!

I didn't remove any fat, you need to keep bulking to keep growing right? But those white jocks aren't laughing anymore. No, I think they're in awe of the Asian beefcake that's putting them to shame. Pretty soon they'll be flocking to you asking for the secrets of your size, so I'll let you choose what to do from here. You could get revenge and give them fake diet tips, making them chubby guys like you used to be. Or you can be the "bigger" person and have them as genuine gym bros. Either way, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new life.

Anyone else need a change? Feel free to hit my asks 😉

A New Look

a transformation story by megachiraz (2021)

It was a nice day and Nat had put on his jacket a few minutes ago to go shopping one last time before the weekend. Today was a big festival, colourful stands were scattered in the park.  He was already looking forward to going back afterwards through the park. Last year, he bought a really cool tapestry there. He didn’t even think it was really nice, but the pattern had been so interesting that he had bought it. And when the smell of pipe smoke was finally out, he could actually hang it up.

As Nat had hoped, it was so warm outside that he didn’t need his hoodie at all – the late autumn surprised him with its warm temperatures every time. He put his backpack on the floor and stuffed his hoodie in. On his way to the shop he met very few people, all seemed to be at the festival in the big park.

After all, there were no idiots now who would block the shop around this time, Nat thought and quickly did his shopping. He hadn’t needed that much, only a few cans of soda for a relaxing weekend. While he was scanning his cans at the self-service counter and holding his credit card to the reader, he looked outside. Through the large shop windows, at about the height of the oranges, he could see the colourful tents in the park in the distance. Nat moved his glasses a bit, but it didn’t help – he had to go closer. With a beep, the cash register showed him that his payment had been booked, and then he stuffed the bag with the cans into his backpack and went towards the park.

While Nat went to the park with his full backpack – maybe he should just wrap his hoodie around his waist, then he wouldn’t have to carry it on his back – he looked at his phone again and opened Instagram. And goodness, it seemed that all the people he followed were at this festival. And they took pictures. Lots of pictures. He tapped on a story of one of his colleagues at work. And he raised his eyebrow. Daniel had eaten something so that his entire mouth area was coloured completely in a dark orange sauce or something like that. “Looks like he’s used an expired self-tanner”, Nat grinned and gave the post a like. He scrolled a little further, looked at the street from time to time and as soon as he had closed the app, he was already standing in front of the park gate.

“Wow, that’s even bigger than last year”, he noted and adjusted his glasses again. He quickly took a picture. The light was just great, he could not miss such an opportunity.

A very aromatic, strong smell blew towards him and he almost regretted that he had just quickly eaten half a pizza before he went shopping. Because this smell provoked his appetite… like every year. Nat shrugged and sat down on the railing of the stairs, slipped down, dodged a bush of red berries, so they wouldn’t dirty his favourite orange shirt or his jeans. When Nat had reached the end of the railing, he was already in the middle of the crowded crowd. And as usual, he couldn’t see anything. He struggled with a little bit, dodging elbows that nearly knocked his glasses down. Nat exhaled when he finally had the people in his back and stood in front of a stand.

“Hello dear, would you like to buy something?”, asked an elderly lady with grey-white hair, who had a very strong Indian accent and smiled at him kindly. “I have to look first where I am, just give me a second”, Nat answered just as kindly as she had asked him and looked onto the display for the first time. They were colourful fabrics and they were similar to the tapestry… if he thought carefully, the pattern looked almost identical. He sniffed at once inconspicuously. And there was that very special pipe smell. Only significantly weaker. “I think I was here at your stand last year. The big red tapestry is now hanging in my living room”, he said, looking at the woman.

“Oh, a regular customer, I’m glad you came back here. Then you bought one of the rugs my husband made before he… died”, she said with a sombre expression. A moment of silence spread between them. Nat didn’t really know what to say. But then the woman continued talking. “You don’t need to say anything. Everything became a little more difficult since my husband’s death. My kids barely have time for me and I have to sell all the things he left. Unfortunately, I can’t weave anymore”, she explained, and Nat felt that she needed someone to open her heart to. He decided to buy something in any case. He nodded understandingly. Then Nat discovered a large belt buckle. Which he kind of liked.

“How much does this buckle cost?”, Nat asked, pointing to the piece of metal. “It costs $25, it’s made of a very special metal. My… husband brought it here from our old home after a holiday many years ago.” Was everything so emotionally charged for this woman? Nat didn’t want to spend that much money right at the beginning. But maybe his father would like the buckle for his birthday.

“Then I’ll take it.” He pulled out some dollar bills from his pocket and counted them. “Five, ten, fifteen, twenty, thirty… can you give change?”

The woman’s cheerful face became concerned and she pulled out a large blue wallet and looked into it. It didn’t look like she had enough change. Nat looked at his watch in a hopefully rather inconspicuous way. He wanted to explore some other stands. “Don’t bother, keep the change, that’s okay”, he appeased the lady, who had now started to rummage in the coin pocket. She visibly exhaled with relief. “Oh, thank you, wait, then…” she squatted down and pulled out a wooden box. “Then I’ll give you something more. Here, take something you like!”, she said, putting the wooden box on the rugs and scarves and opened it. Nat looked curiously into it.  It was filled with different kinds of cloth that you could wrap around your head. With a smile, he picked out a black cloth, gave the woman the $30 and picked up the buckle. 

“Thank you. Good luck today!” With these words, Nat said goodbye and walked around other stands for a while, ate a goulash soup with bread and then slowly went home when the sun went down.

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Hey i could use a change,i always wanted to be a stoner or bad boy if you could do that 😀

A nerdy little guy like you wants to be a stoner or bad boy? You're going to need some experience with some bad boys then. Instead of taking your usual route, let's have you turn down that alley today. Good, there's a gang of young Croatian punks here. "Bok!" They call to you as you try to push past them, but you aren't getting away that easy. Three of the boys grab your hair to keep you still while the rest of the gang chuckle. You try to dash away, your fight or flight instincts kicking in. "Youch!" You cry, as you left two of the gang behind they accidentally ripped off the hair on both sides of your head. Though you think the lost hair was worth escaping until you discover the 3rd boy is still pulling on the back of your hair, which somehow grew longer. The other two grab onto the sleeves of your button up now, but you keep trying to run with surprising strength. With a "Rip!" your sleeves fly off and, finally free, you fall forward onto the ground.

Breaking your fall with your hands, you notice how how jacked your sleeveless arms are, and the ink that was hiding underneath. Your hair falls down and brushes against your earlobes which feels strange unless... are they bigger? "Koji kurac!" You spit at the gang in frustration. The 3 boys look stunned for a moment, then the two on the sides quickly lift you by your tattered button up, which changes fabric to a denim vest. "Oprosti" the one on the middle apologizes and passes you his blunt as a peace offering. You're bewildered by this change in attitude until you look in a broken mirror in the alley.

"of course a body like this commands respect" you think to yourself. I hope you don't mind I didn't improve your vision. The glasses add a certain cham, don't you think? I also decided not to reduce your intelligence. It makes you a natural leader for the gang after all. You'll enjoying using it to make plans for the gang far more than whatever desk job you had before. If I get bored of my current form, I might have to join you as one of your lackeys sometime 😉

If you feel like you need a change too, Roller's asks are open

Harvey Gives Fashion Advice

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Harvey still had time before his next class, so he headed straight for his dorm. Harry's bed was topped with cardboard boxes, and Harry himself was rummaging through his wardrobe. He would evaluate individual items before deeming they were no good and tossing them behind him. "Dude, I've been gone for a few hours, are you still trying to find something to wear?" Harvey asked his room mate.

"Oh, Honey, I already picked out a casual outfit for the day" Harry replied without taking his eyes off his clothes. "That's what I wore to pick up all those boxes."

"By the way, what is all this stuff?" Harvey sat on Harry's bed and peeked inside the boxes. It was a mix of decorations, papers, and small items that looked like they could be used for games.

"Those are the supplies for tomorrow's Queer Student Union meeting. As secretary it was my job to pick them up from storage."

"So why are you changing again?"

"And repeat an outfit on the same day? Hell no. There's an executive meeting with all the Queer Student Union's leaders tonight, so I need to look my best."

"Sheesh, I'm glad I'm not a member of your gay club" Harvey sighed, "If I spent as much time on clothes as you did, I'd never get out of this dorm."

"Oh shut up" Harry said, tossing a shirt he was looking at onto his bed, "I bet I spend less time on clothes than you do styling that ridiculous pompadour" Harry ran his fingers through his own curly hair, then turned around to face his room mate, finally seeing that Harvey was wearing a patka, "Or at least, how much time you usually spend on it. That thing on your head is new. Is it some kind of fashion statement?"

"Huh?" Harvey placed his hands on top of his head, feeling cloth where he expected to feel gelled hair. "I thought I took this thing of last night. Did I tie it back on this morning?"

"What are you mumbling about?" Harry turned back to his wardrobe, "instead of making fashion statements like that, I wish you were a fashion guru. I could use some advice." Harry grabbed a pink scarf and wrapped it around his neck. He considered it for a moment before tossing it towards the bed like all the rest. This time, it landed on Harvey's head.

The scarf wrapped itself around Harvey's patka, forming a pink UK-style turban. "Wait… this is just like with Gurpreet's table cloth. Was- was that real? It is happening again!?" While Harvey was expressing a great deal of panic, the texture of his face became smoother, and his cheek bones were more pronounced. All of his hair once again darkened to a shade of black. His mustache thickened, covering his upper lip, and his beard grew to his collar in a squared off shape. To maintain this shape it was not cut, but rather well maintained. Harvey winced, expecting to bloat into a fat man like before. Instead, he grew a bit taller and slimmed into a model physique. He got that warm feeling again as his skin turned an Indian hue, a bit darker than Harvey's normal time, but a good amount lighter than previously. His features changed slightly to be more telling of a Punjabi man, but it was unmistakably Harvey's face.

Finally the rest of his clothes were altered. He was wearing a light blue silk button up with grey wool trousers and brown leather shoes. A tricolor, diagonally striped long tie appeared around his collar. A pink scarf, matching his new turban, hung from his neck, and a dark navy suit jacket topped his shoulders. Harvey looked at his arms in disbelief, his wrists were decorated with a gold watch on the left and an iron Kara bracelet on the right. "Am I imagining things again? Why is it so different this time?"

"So Harpinder" Harry started, as if Harvey hadn't said anything just now. He was holding up two shirts, one in each hand, "Which do you think would look better on me tonight?"

"What are you talking about, Harry?" Harvey realized this was just like with Gurpreet. Harvey, or Harpinder as he was now, seemed completely normal to Harry. "You never ask me for advice about clothes."

"I just didn't want to bug you with my day to day stuff" Harry admitted, a bit embarrassed "you're such a famous fashion influencer after all. I'm sure you have more important things to do." Just then Harvey got a notification on his phone, actually he was receiving several. He unlocked it and the phone opened to a photo-sharing social media app. Instead of his usual profile, he was logged into @sikhstyleguru under the name Harpinder Singh. The page looked like it was regularly updated with photos of Harvey as he appeared now, wearing a variety of fashionable suits and street wear. Scrolling down, Harvey figured this page had to have been active for a few years, which should have been impossible because he only transformed a few weeks ago. Was reality changing? Is that why no one thought his sudden changes were odd? Either way, Harvey took this as proof that he wasn't imagining things, he really had become a Sikh man.

He tapped on his most recent photo, the one he was getting notifications for. The like count was already well above three thousand and still ticking up. Comments included phrases like "waheguru" followed by praying hands emoji and "Att" with the fire emoji. "I really am a fashion influencer" Harvey said to himself.

"That's why I'm asking you, you know better than anyone" Harry said. Harvey was confident he'd be able to return to normal, as he had before. For now he decided he would play along with Harry's vision of him, as it would be useless to try and convince Harry that he was someone else. Still, Harvey's idea of a good outfit was a white tee and black jeans, hardly the wisdom that Harry was expecting. He decided he should just answer truthfully. "Honestly, Harry, I don't think either of those shirts would work." Harpinder stroked his hairy chin while thinking, "If you're going to meet with other leaders of your organization, you yourself should look like a leader. I think I can lend you something." He turned to his own wardrobe and saw that it was replaced by a pop-up closet. Due to the dorm's restricted space, it was smaller than any proper closet would be, but it still had enough rack space to hold Harprinder's many suits, with drawers at the bottom for the rest of his clothes. He picked out a deep blue dress shirt, a vibrant yellow dress tie, brown slacks, and matching black leather belt and dress shoes. Harry quickly changed and the items fit surprisingly well on him, despite belonging to someone else.

"This is awesome, I've never had a suit I liked this much" Harry was checking himself out from a few different angles.

"It's all about finding the right fit. Now you look ready for business" Harprinder grinned. Harry threw his arms up and gave Harpinder a big hug. He chuckled and hugged back, "Easy there, try not to wrinkle my shirt too much." Harpinder impressed even himself with his wisdom. Maybe this fashion influencer thing wouldn't be too hard. Once Harry had let go, apologizing for any wrinkles he might have caused, Harpinder turned back to his closet and considered his next move. He thought Harry's outfit could use a little something more to truly stand out. He grabbed two cloths from his closet. "Hold still Harry, I just need to add one last touch." Harpinder first tied the blue cloth around Harry's head into a patka. Harry did as he was told and didn't stop Harpinder, but he was still visibly uncomfortable.

"You know, Harp, these turbans look really good on you. I'm just think this is weird on a white guy like me."

"Nonsense, you just need to see it all together" Harpinder tied the yellow cloth into a morni pagg turban. Then he used a salai needle to smooth out the folds. "See? Isn't that better?"

Harry looked at himself in their dorm's mirror, turning his head to check a few different angles. "I guess so…" Harry saw his face turn a darker shade of brown and became delighted. "Yes! This vibrant yellow does go well with my skin tone. That was a good choice, Harpinder" Harry said in a Punjabi accent.

Harpinder nodded, "Now we must do something about your hair."

"But all of my hair is under my dastaar" then a short chinstrap of curly black hair grew on Harry's previously bare face.

"Obviously I meant your facial hair" Harpinder chuckled, using a wooden comb to remove the tangles in Harry's new beard.

"Ah, that is much better" Harry admired his Punjabi features in the mirror.

"I'm glad I could help" with this task complete, the pink turban on Harpinder's head unspooled and returned to being a simple pink scarf. Harpinder himself reverted to being Harvey, and his pop up closet disappeared, leaving behind Harvey's original wardrobe. The only thing that didn't turn back to normal was the now Sikh Harry. "Woah, who are you!?"

"Harvey you are so sweet. Pretending you don't recognize me because I look so much better in this suit? I'm flattered" Harry winked.

Harvey recognized that jokingly flirty attitude, "Harry, is that you?"

"It's pronounced Harri, you know that. Anyways, thank you for helping me pick out an outfit, I'll have to return the favor some time. But for now, I'm off to meet my felllow Queer Student Union leaders" Harri lifted the boxes from his bed and made his way to the door of the dorm.

"You can't leave, there's something wrong!"

"The only thing wrong here is that a cute guy like you is still only wearing a patka. Before the next Sikh Student Alliance meeting I am going to have to tie the most handsome dastar on you. See ya!" And with that, Harri blew a kiss and left the dorm.

"No, Harry, wait!" But it was too late, Harri was gone. "This is so freaky! First I'm changing, now Harry is too! Did I do that to him?" Harvey took a look at himself in the mirror. "It's got to be because of this patka I got from that Indian club. It's making me look like them!" Harvey tried to yank the black cloth from his head, but it wouldn't budge no matter how he pulled. "It's no use, the thing is tied on like some kind of magic." he sighed. "At least I can take care of you" Harvey said, looking at his short brown beard. Harvey went to his "hair care" drawer. He was pretty obsessed with maintaining a perfect pompadour, so he always kept a drawer stocked with hair scissors, razors, tweezers, an electric shaver, Combs, and his favorite gel. Opening the drawer, he discovered that most of these items were gone! In their place was a wooden comb, a salai needle, some kind of beard oil, and multiple patka cloths. "Where's all my stuff!? I thought I changed back" Harvey slammed the drawer, "I am not giving up that easy, you stupid beard"

Harvey grabbed a pair of office scissors from his study desk and went back to the mirror. They weren't the ideal tool for grooming his beard, but they would have to do. He brought the scissors close to his chin and attempted to cut, but the scissors wouldn't close. "Huh?" Harvey pulled the scissors away from his face and heard the satisfying "snip" of the scissors cutting the air, but as soon as they got close to his face, he couldn't bring himself to close his fingers together. "Are you kidding me? I can't cut my beard either!?"

It had become evidant that whatever magic had transformed Harvey twice today was also preventing him from removing his patka and hair, even in his white form. "I need to find a way to get 100% back to normal, and also prevent future transformations." Harvey thought the best way to do that was to write down everything he knew about his predicament. He grabbed his Religious Studies 372 notebook and started a list on a new page. 1. This all started when those people from the Sikh club tied this patka on my head. 2. I can't take the patka off, except to sleep and shower. Even then, I end up tying it back on without noticing. 3. When fabric touches this patka, I turn into one of those turbanned Indian guys. The table cloth and the scarf had very different results. Maybe the type of cloth matters? 4. When I transform, my personality changes a little bit and my memory gets a bit foggy. I should keep this notebook with me so I don't forget who I really am.

Harvey sighed and closed the notebook. He didn't know much yet, but this was a start. "It goes without saying I need to avoid that Sikh club, even if it does cost me a grade" Harvey checked the time on his phone "can't let my other grades slip though, my break's almost over" Harvey packed his things and marched to his next class, believing that he was temporarily safe from Punjabification.

Yeesh, I hope your manager can change you three back. I had no idea it was my fault. Oh well, I'll just go into settings and make myself the target of my transformations again. Hang on, "applying most recent preset"? I didn't initiate a change! Huhuhu... Turnin my camera on bruh. Are you cuming rn? Fuck, don't waste that protein. Let me drink it, or splash my furry chest

Dude, look at my fat boner. Get ur ass to the gym rn. I'm so sweaty from my last pump. I no u n tha boys like the musk. Huhuh ayyy ur gettin hard agen!

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 

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!