Hey! Skinny White Guy Here Wishing I Was Something More Exciting!

Hey! Skinny white guy here wishing I was something more exciting!

I can sense you've been touched by the power of many transformations before, perhaps you are a master of transformation as well? Usually I'd be wary of using my power on those like you, in case it rebounded on me, but this request is too tempting to pass. Fine, I'll make you more interesting. You're sitting at home when to hear loud rock coming from outside. You open your front door to find yourself in a suburban neighborhood with a young South Asian man sitting on your doorstep with a speaker.

You want to ask him what he's doing here, but after noticing some angry glares from your neighbors, you think it's best to tell him to turn the music down first. "Turn it down?" He scoffs, "Man, you're the one always saying to turn it up. Listen to this!" He grabs you by the ear and pulls you closer to the speaker, as if standing across the street wouldn't still be a fine distance to hear the track. You curse when you feel a sharp pain where he grabbed your earlobe, but as the sound reverberates through your skull you find that pain turning to pleasure.

You nod your head to the booming drums as your ear lobes grow, craving more of that sound, then filling with large gauges. You tell him he's right, shit this good deserves to be played at max volume. "Hell yeah, especially when it speaks to taking down a broken system. That's what it's like for brown men in a white man's world." You're confused, is brown men referring to you too? You feel your body electrified like a guitar, your body warming up and your skin darkening in turn. Your hair stands on end until the blackened strands curl into a mess much like the man's, though you like your streaked red and sides shaved. You grin, looking at your fellow south asian with your deep brown eyes in newfound familiarity. You can't help but agree that there's nothing more punk than an immigrant.

After a few minutes of listening, your neighbor's annoyed stares become more obvious to both of you. "Man let's ditch these posers. Is it cool if I take this to Zayne's house?" You get excited, recognizing the name of another punk who lives a few blocks down. You agree, noting you're excited to listen there too. "What?" he chuckles, "no offense Man, but I don't think Zayne invites anyone your age to rock out." You wonder what he means by age before looking down at your arms, ever hairier than before. You think you're seeing things, adjusting your glasses out of habit without realizing you weren't wearing any before. Your facial scruff becoming a thick beard. Your clothes turning into a brown polo tucked into white khakis, baggy at first but stretched tighter as your time as a slim youth grows distant from years in a sedentary desk job. Your adjust your polo, trying to give your moobs more room while they jiggle along with your gut to the speaker. Despite your new clothes, you're still a punk in spirit, but a man needs to dress a certain way to work when he's got bills to pay.

you look at the man, now recognizing him as your son. You're a bit sad he keeps calling you "Man" instead of Dad, but a part of you swells with pride as a sign he's inherited some of the anti-authority spirit you grew up with. You sigh, allowing him to go rock out with his friend, but reminding him to come home before dinner and hoping you can jam with him after too.

"Ah kids" I say, stepping out of the house next to yours, looking like a typical suburban man "no matter how cool you are, they always choose their friends." You laugh deeply, clutching on to the bouncing polo that threatens to untuck from your khakis and reveal the furry carpet below. You say your son is probably just going through a rebellious phase. I laugh in kind, "With a rebel dad like you, I'm sure 'rebellious phase' is an understatement!" I'm unsure if you recognize me, or the request you made to me, but I am sure that this life is at the very least more exciting!

Which versions of this guy could I find in the multiverse?

Ohhh, let's see what's in store for this guy! I've got some juicy news - there are other universes where he's taken on quite the change!

In a reality very close to ours, he's a confident ass-kicker with a 6-pack and an even bigger ego to match. This sexy Indian stud is always down for a good time, whether it's working out or getting worked up in the bedroom.

Meanwhile, in another universe, he's bulked up into an impressive muscle god!

His sculpted abs are just begging to be licked while his chiseled arms flex with every rep. I bet this Arab Adonis could make you forget all about the gym and focus on more...personal workouts.

But wait, there's more! In a reality where he's traded in his flab for lean muscle mass, this Asian hunk is the epitome of masculine perfection.

His luscious hair and dreamy eyes will make you weak in the knees - before he even starts stripping down to reveal that rock-hard physique.

Last but certainly not least, I present to you…the complete opposite end of the spectrum!

In this alternate reality, our chubby gym buddy has always been a youthful, effeminate cutie with an insatiable thirst for attention and affection. His plump lips are made for sucking, and his tight tattooed body is begging to be explored and devoured.

So which version of our friend here gets you most excited? Or, do you wish all of them were real? Let me know, and who knows - maybe we can make it happen... in the multiverse, at least!

can we please see what the multiverse holds for this stud? I'd especially love to see his Sikh variant.

Sorry for the wait, searching the entire multiverse for very specific realities is time and energy consuming! That being said, I'm sure you'll find these next few glimpses of the multiverse quite interesting.

Our first stop, Sikhism:

In this world where everyone shares an Indian heritage, our subject has embraced his roots and become a mighty Sikh bodybuilder. He stands tall at 6'2" with a chiseled physique that's the envy of every gym rat in Punjab. He wears his dark hair in the traditional Sikh style - a neatly tied dastar that adds to his regal bearing as he showcases his chiseled physique.

His muscular form flexes and ripens under the gaze of adoring fans, each corded vein and defined muscle speaking to his tireless dedication to fitness and self-discipline. As he moves, the fabric of his clothing strains against his broad chest and powerful thighs, hinting at the incredible strength that lies beneath - a strength both physical and spiritual. This is a man who worships the gods of fitness through sweat, discipline, and devotion - a true embodiment of the Sikh ideal of strength and courage.

Next, a somewhat normal reality:

In this alternate reality, he's instead an adorable, slender French twink. His messy hair frames a heart-shaped face with high cheekbones and large, expressive brown eyes that sparkle with mischief. As a wealthy french man, he spends his days lounging on his chic Parisien appartment and inviting people over.

Clad in tight, low-rise jeans that hug his lean hips and a button-up shirt, our French cutie exudes a carefree, flirtatious energy. His pink lips are often curled into a sly grin, and his playful demeanor is infectious, drawing you in with promises of laughter, adventure, and passion.

Last but certainly not least, let's venture to a tropical paradise where every country on Earth is a lush, sun-kissed island:

Here, he's transformed into a bronzed Samoan hunk. His dark, gleaming skin is a testament to his heritage, while his muscular build speaks to a life spent in the open air, basking under the tropical sun. His hair is worn long and loose, framing his chiseled face like a golden crown. A few days' worth of stubble adds a rugged edge to his smooth, olive-toned skin. The salty tang of sea air mingles with the musk of raw masculinity, an intoxicating combination that can't help but stir primal urges among visitors.

His broad shoulders and muscular physique are the result of endless days spent working at the beach bar where he serves exotic cocktails to sun-worshippers from around the world. As he wipes down the polished wood with a white towel, beads of sweat glisten on his bronzed skin, drawing the eye inexorably downward to the tantalizing bulge straining against his board shorts. Whether mixing cocktails or soaking up rays between shifts, this Samoan hunk is the epitome of island charm and carefree living.

These three tantalizing alternatives offer a glimpse into the infinite possibilities that await in the multiverse. Who knows what other versions of our stud might be out there, just waiting to be discovered? The universe is vast, and so are the desires it holds...

I'm picky about my coffee beans. Got anything with dark roasted arabica?

You're suspicious that you got a pound of coffee beans for so cheap. They smell incredibly high quality as you brew them in your coffee maker, the machine whirring and grinding, filling your kitchen and apartment with the rich, deep smells of the Coffee. You stand by, tapping your finger on your countertop. You've got a long day ahead of you. Work, hanging out with friends later and going out to celebrate the weekend coming up. Nothing like a little pick-me-up cup of Joe wouldn't fix.

As you continue sniffing the air, you notice that you're starting to get hard. The smell is wildly intoxicating. Strangely strong. It smells almost like musk, the top notes of some expensive cologne mingling with someone's already strong body odor. It's hot and masculine. Hot also because you're starting to feel like it's 100 degrees in your apartment. Your skin feels heated like the sun is blazing down on it. Your cock continues hardening, topping off at its average length. It's so hard. Like steel. Oddly insistent too. And sensitive. Twitching and throbbing against your sleep shorts so much that .... you let out a soft moan as your cock spits up some pre.

You wipe your forehead and your palm comes back slick. Your nipples are hard on your bare chest, the cool air of your apartment brushing against them. The Coffee pours into your mug and you hold it. The smell hits you in the nose and your knees buckle, and you collapse against your counter. This is not normal. At all. Coffee making you horny? So horny it's like you can't focus on anything? Like your balls, which for some reason feel so hot, so warm, have become your brains? You take a sip of the Coffee, expecting it to be scalding hot.

But it's not. It's lukewarm.

But so fucking delicious.

You take your sweaty, damp shirt off and toss it to the floor. You're shaking as so much blood pours into your erection you can feel your cock getting bigger to contain it. Stretching longer and bloating thicker, leaking so much pre cum to make room for the extra cum now filling your bloating, tingly, hot balls. They inflate and droop, swinging between your legs like two giant, overripe oranges. You spill the rest of your Coffee as you spasm, unable to contain the onslaught of hormones filling your head. Filling your body and making it warmer, sweatier. You feel your pubic hair grow bushier and thicker, sweatier. Your musk seems like it's getting stronger as you lift your arm and get a whiff of your pits. When your smell hits you, you moan and cum like a cannon down your leg, your swollen cockhead pressed against the rough fabric of your sleep shorts. You're whimpering like a scared and horny animal as your cock continue to cum, little rivers of your hot, musky cum running down your leg.

You look down to not only a huge, tight bulge in your shorts but that your bare feet are darkening. Like someone's spilled paint on a canvas, the dark color starts from your feet and travels upwards. You're panting as your feet crack and expand. Stretching across the tile floors and making you grit your teeth with the insane, mind-numbing pleasure that rips through you. They stretch and bloat, meatier and muskier, thicker and corded with muscle. They grow into size 12s, easily tearing through your socks and definitely not fitting in any of your shoes.

You huff and puff as the color spreads upwards, and with it, thicker, darker hair grows up your calves. Carpeting your thighs and thick hairs coming out of your inflated balls, the sensation making more pre shoot out of your cock. Your ass grows furry, hole tickling as hairs sprout around it as it tightens and contracts. Your eyes bug out of your head as the skin tone reaches your nipples, darkens them into dusky buds, the areolas expanding and stretching across your flat chest as some fat bubbles beneath them. Your moans grow deeper as your Adam's apple expands, punching out of your thickening throat as the color overtakes your face. Thickens up your lips, perfect for sloppy make-out sessions and even sloppier head. Thicker, wider tongue perfect for eating out an ass to the next century. A sensitive moustache sprouts on your lips as your jaw and cheekbones chisel themselves into sharp, handsome, masculine features. Hair darkening and curling, pleasurably sprouting from your scalp and sending waves of pleasure down your back.

As the color goes into your hands, they thicken and inflate. Palms widening and fingers stretching into meaty digits. You're still so horny, grinding your beyond hard 9-inch cock against your counter. You slip your tighter shorts down to your ankles. You bend over, sticking out your larger tongue, and begin licking the counter, desperate for all the dregs of Coffee that you can drink. Your head ignites with pleasure as your bigger hands graze your increasingly sensitive ass. The furry, flat ass starts expanding into your palm as you continue dragging your tongue across the counter. Your moans are deep and loud, and desperately horny. You cum again as you squeeze a fistful of your fatter ass, the muscle expanding and growing, some extra fat pouring into the inflating globes as some of it lands in your increasingly muscular thighs and calves. You feel your smarts leaking out of your cock as your thighs continue growing, swelling and inflating, so close to squeezing those swollen, churning nuts that your eyes cross as you let out a deep groan as the final push of growth bloats your ass into a strong, soft, hairy bubble butt. Your calves inflate and strengthen becoming thick diamonds underneath the skin.

You grab your still hard cock, oozing with pre, and stroke yourself, moaning as you throw your arms behind your head. Your pit hair explodes into thick, dense, musky hair. Your smell is so incredible your hole puckers. You play with the slick, swollen head of your cock as your chest expands behind your swollen nipples. The dark pegs jutting out and stretching forward as your muscles expand, become a little softer and less chiseled as some fat pours into them. The stretching of your chest broadens your shoulders, popping them out like two massive boulders in your upper arms. You swear vehemently in Arabic - a language you most definitely did not speak before - as your huge hands tug and play with your huge nipples. Your chest expands into strong muscle tits, hanging over your quivering abs as they begin tightening and contracting. You grab and squeeze handfuls of your pecs as your cock spurts huge wads of pre from the sensation, your horniness just getting stronger and stronger. Your back broadens and becomes stacked with muscle, which allows your pecs to surge forward one last time to take advantage of the extra support.

You let go of your cock as your biceps bloat and expand. You throw your juicy, heavy arms into a double bicep flex as your abs expand against your skin. The muscles shifting and strengthening, bloating against the skin and pushing your waist wider to contain them. With both of your hairy, musky pits exposed, you cum hands-free, bellowing with pleasure that goes right to your brain and fries it. Thick wads of cum splatters all over the counter as you feel the muscles in your biceps become two huge, dense, muscular balloons. Your forearms expand and become equally strong and muscular, thick veins bulging against your muscle. You feel strong enough to lift a car. Throw around a hungry bottom. You thrust into your waning orgasm as a final wave of growth hits all of your new muscles. Thicker arms, fatter ass, stronger thighs, abs becoming more defined, pecs inflating and broadening your chest.

Panting, pleasantly exhausted, you lean against the counter and catch your breath. You're still so sweaty, and smell so ripe. So masculine. You massage and worship your muscle tits. Flex your abs. Your cock shrinks into a semi and you feel a dull throb of horniness in the back of your much slower brain. You slide your shorts back on and smirk cockily at the tightness of them, your dick print so obvious and you're not even fully cocked. Ass huge and swollen against the back of your shorts, you can feel how heavy and weighty it is.

Your phone dings with several text messages from a number you don't recognize. All that's important is that this guy is coming over to your place. You take a pic and send it to him so he can get a teaser of the full package he's going to unwrap.

You notice the heavy bag of Coffee beans on your counter. Maybe after you're done fucking him into next year, dumping load after load into his ass, you can make him a cup.

And then, well, he'll definitely be able to return the favor.

Exploring the Tribes

“Dude! Way too much info.” Jeff made a face of disgust and took another swig of his beer, “I’m all for “love is love”, but I don’t wanna hear about your uhhh...”

“Look dude, it’s about time I get to brag. I’ve nearly fucked all the tribes on Grindr. On this vacation alone, bro.” Connor replied, “You and the rest of the guys get to brag about all the pussy you get, why can’t I...?”

“Damn I don’t know man. It’s just...” Jeff adjusted his cap and chugged the rest of his beer, “We’re on vacation with the rest of the bros. Of course we’re gonna talk about our scores.” Jeff smirked- with a body like his, he was scoring well, “I don’t doubt you’re getting plenty of dick. I just don’t want to hear about it.”

“Yeah, and I didn’t want to hear about that time you banged my sister, but here we are.”

Jeff smirked as he recounted the memory, “She has a great rack...” Connor punched his arm, “Fair I deserved that.”

“And I’m a top. I don’t take dick.”

“Whatever dude, can’t you just enjoy the beer?” Jeff sighed, “Besides, what the fuck is a tribe anyway?”

Connor chuckled, “Shit, I forget we make it complicated. It’s a way to describe gay guys. Well, at least their looks.” Jeff nodded, his mind drifting elsewhere, “Like, a bear is a hairy heavyset guy. A twink is usually more feminine and hairless. Like you.”

“Fuck off dude. Girls like it when my muscles are clean shaven.” Jeff shot back.

“Joking, you’re too muscular to be a twink.” Connor replied, “But dude, stay on topic. I’m so close to having fucked a guy in each tribe on this trip. Like just a few more. But I’ve had a really hard time finding an otter.”

Jeff chuckled, “That some kinda weird animal shit?”

“No, otters are like bears, but a lot skinnier.” Connor replied.

“And you want to hook up with one of these guys?” Jeff raised an eyebrow, “Skinny and hairy. What kinda guy would want that?” He flexed one of his biceps and grinned.  

“Well yeah, gotta complete the quest.” Connor shrugged, “But I haven’t come across one since we’ve been here.”

“Oh yeah?” Jeff chuckled, “I have a deal for you. If I find you an otter, you gotta stop talking to me about this shit for the rest of the trip.”

Connor laughed, “Yeah, okay bro.”

“No seriously. I’m a great wingman! Remember Chet and that sorority girl with the slutty tattoo? That was all me, bro.”

“Alright dude. I’ll play.” Connor chuckled, “And how are you going to find this otter?”

Jeff shrugged, “Hairy and slim. Fuck dude, I’ll find ‘em in no time.”

Connor smirked and slapped his friend on the back, “Well I appreciate it, dude. But I think I’ve already found one.”

“No fucking way man, where?” Jeff asked, looking around the bar.

“You can’t miss him. He’s pretty slim.”

Jeff continued to look around, barely noticing as his muscles started to deflate. It started in his legs- his well sculpted calves becoming thin and petite. He inadvertently put a hand on his abs as he felt his muscle twist and contract, just before they deflated, leaving his toned abdomen flat. Connor smirked as he watched Jeff’s pecs follow suit- the muscle behind them atrophying at an alarming rate.  

“I’ll miss those.” Connor chuckled.

“What was the dude?”

“Nothing man.” Connor watched as Jeff seemed to shorten as his back muscles shrunk into nothingness, “You haven’t noticed him yet?” He watched as Jeff’s muscular arms thinned out- years of training at the gym gone within just a few minutes.

“No I haven’t.” Jeff chuckled, “You sure you’re not seeing things, bro?”

“No, he’ right there.” Connor insisted.

Jeff’s eyes narrowed and he stood up to try and get a better view. But he wasn’t used to his new frame and nearly fell over as he tried to balance himself, “Fuck dude, I need to lay off the drinks.” Jeff looked at his skinnier arms, staring at them closely. Connor sipped his drink, watching Jeff trying to make sense of it, “Shit... dude... I...I look small?”

“No way, I think you look perfect the way you are.” Connor said, guiding Jeff back to his chair. Jeff blushed at his friend’s touch.

“Sh-shit dude.” Jeff shook his head, “I uh...” Something was wrong. He knew he wasn’t this skinny. As he looked closer at himself, he felt he was missing something. His pecs, his arms, his abs, “Fuck Connor, dude something is...”

“Dude stop distracting me! I’m trying to find that otter I was telling you about.” Connor smirked, “He has to be one of the hairiest guys I’ve seen.”

Jeff felt nauseous. With a grunt, he felt his skin come alive. It burned, only to be replaced by an itchiness that seemed to originate from each follicle of his clean-shaven skin. Relief came suddenly, but was short-lived. He watched with terrified eyes as hair emerged from the top of his bathing suit and traveled up his abdomen. The dark brown hair sprouting from his skin was curly and thick, moreso than anything he ever grew naturally. And as it climbed up his abdomen, thickening rapidly, it finally reached his pecs where it spread like wildfire.

“Ahhhhh.” Jeff moaned as he felt the hair climb around his ass and move up his back. Simultaneously, Jeff raised his hand to feel the thick beard forming along his face, “Connor, what the fuck?” He breathed out, sweat washing over his body and dampening his new fur. Connor grinned, yanking a clump of Jeff’s new arm hair.

“Dude, what’s the matter? You’re distracting me.” Connor complained, “Damn, if only you could see this otter now.” Jeff tensed as Connor rubbed a hand through his hairy chest, “What did you say about guys who wear earrings?” Jeff winced in pain as his ears were stretched and two gauges embedded into his ear lobes, “Oh and remember that sorority girl? What did you say about her tattoos again?” Jeff winced again as tattoos carved themselves into his arms and legs, “And shit, what kinda guy would wear a speedo like that?” Jeff looked down at the yellow speedo that now barely covered his junk and hairy ass, “Oh right- according to you, those things would make someone gay and slutty, right?” Jeff’s eyes widened, “So I guess this otter I’m seeing must be a massive gay slut.”

“Wait! Connor! Please...” Jeff’s mouth went slack and his eyes widened as his brain was rewritten. His love for tits quickly vanished- replaced by a love for a man’s touch and dick, “Please... I...” Jeff winced as he remembered the best way to suck a man’s cock. A strategy that always got his hookup to cum, “I’m not...” His gym routine vanished from his brain. Cardio and squats. All to help keep his ass as fuckable as possible, “Connor...” Jeff felt himself fall forward, and for brief moment everything went dark. But when he opened his eyes, he found himself being supported by the strong arm of the man sitting across from him.

“Yo, you good?” Jeff looked up at the muscular man in front of him and grinned.

“All good hun!” Jeff giggled, tracing his hand along the man’s muscular arm. Fuck, how’d he get so lucky to find this stud?, “But I think I should lie down for bit.”

“I have a place in mind.” The man said with a grin.

“Oh yeah big guy?” Jeff leaned in and placed a hand against the man’s pec, “I need you to take me there. Right now.” He breathed. The man grinned and the two left the bar, walking quickly back to the man’s room, “My name is Jeffrey by the way.”

“Connor.” Connor replied, as the two entered the bedroom.

Jeffrey grinned as Connor threw him onto the bed. Clothes were quickly discarded. And soon, moans filled the empty room.

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Jeff groaned as he pushed himself out of bed, ‘Fuck,’ he thought, seeing the time on his phone, ‘I must’ve gotten wasted.’

His whole body ached, especially his ass. Probably fell on it while he was drunk, he figured. He wobbled to the bathroom and stared in the mirror- taking in his muscular frame and clean-shaven form. He smirked- even feeling like shit he still had his looks. He opened his phone to take a pic and cringed.

“What the fuck?” He whispered, “Who the fuck is that?” He stared at the newest saved picture in his phone. A hairy, slim man, “An otter...” He whispered.

There was a sudden knock at his door and he groaned. Shuffling over, he opened it to find Connor.

“Dude what’s up?” Connor chuckled, “Quite the night last night.”

 “Yeah, really? Fuck dude, I drank way too much. Check this out.” He showed Connor the picture, causing his friend to laugh, “I don’t know how it got on here.”

“You don’t remember?” Connor laughed, “Before you left, we took a whole bunch of selfies.”

Jeff groaned, “Hope he didn’t think I’d be into that.” He chuckled, “Shoot your shot, I guess.” He deleted the photo, “So I take it the night was successful?”  

Connor smirked, “Oh it was.” He winked. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing him again soon. He was begging for more.”

“Gross dude.” Jeff chuckled, “So is that it? Done with the quest?”

“Close dude, very close. Just a few more tribes left.” Connor grinned. Jeff felt a shiver run down his spine. He looked at Connor, a feeling of fear and excitement welling up from within the deepest part of his psyche, “So, wanna grab a drink?”

Jeff shrugged, “Sure, dude.”  

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