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College Is Transformative - Part I

College is Transformative - Part I

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It was a bright summer morning, but even though I’d only been outside for two hours at the most, my pale body was already baking in the August sun. My job for my college newspaper required me to travel through the football stadium and its parking lot with my camera to document the several forms of student engagement found during these big games. Given that I was a rather thin and reserved Engineering student who preferred playing video games than watching sports, I didn’t frequent these events too much, which made this experience feel even more foreign to me. Thinking back to how I was told about my assignment, I really begin to regret not putting up more of a fight to get someone else to take these pictures. But my classmate and the newspaper editor, Bridget, has too much power over me. “Matthew, I know that you’re not the sporty type, but I literally have no one else! This is a big game for the university, so it would be insane not to have any documentation of it. I promise I’ll make it up to you another time!” She pleaded, her sadness and dependency on me made it impossible to resist. I had an obvious crush on her, which made me like putty in her hands. Looking back with anger, I realize that she definitely took advantage of my crush given that she knew how much I hated sports.

Trying to make the most of such an early starting time, I used the first two hours prior to kickoff to get acquainted with the layout of the stadium and snap a few pictures of the various enthusiastic yet already-drunk patrons tailgating. I rolled my eyes at the various shirtless men covered in paint matching our school colors. “Yeah, this whole student pride aspect of this cover story is such bullshit” I thought to myself. “This is just an easy excuse for dumb jocks to show off their bulging bodies and get wasted with the various sorority girls wrapped tightly around their biceps…” I exhaled in annoyance and continued to travel across the hot pavement to take more photos.

After walking through a few rows and documenting the celebration, I finally came across some familiar faces in the form of some classmates. Although they were part of a fraternity, they were surprisingly nice to me, especially this dude named Tanner. We had taken a few classes together since he was also an Engineering major and he always seemed really cool. Although, I do think that he also kind of has some sort of crush on me given how he’s looked at me so intently at times. I don’t find guys attractive, but I will say that it was quite the confidence boost to think at least someone found me attractive. I walk up to them and introduce myself. “Hey there, I’m Matthew from the school paper. Do you mind if I take some pictures of your tailgate?”, I say, which caused Tanner to flash a smile towards me. “Sure thing man, but there’s one condition: you have to shotgun a beer with us.” I look at him with a look of discomfort, which he immediately sees. “Hey, it’s all good man. It’s just one beer, I promise you won’t get in trouble or anything. I’ll do one with you if that makes you feel better.” He says as he flashes his pearly white smile once again towards me. Suddenly feeling somewhat calmed, I shake my head in approval, which makes him hoot and holler in happiness.

Tanner turns away and reaches into a cooler to search for some cold beers while I take some photos of the other tailgaters in his area. Before long, he appears next to me with two ice cold beers. “You ready?” He asks. I nod in agreement as he continues speaking. “This beer is quite special, it’s a special frat recipe that I came up with actually”, he continues with a wink. After he says that, it’s clear that he’s trying to flirt with me in some kind of way. Before I can think about it much longer, he brings his beer up closer and I follow suit. He quickly whips out a pocket knife and pokes a hole in both cans. “Drink now!” he cries, which I quickly do as I chug down his homemade beer. I’m not an avid drinker, but there’s definitely something strange tasting about his beer. At first it seemed fine, but I began to notice some strange aftertaste the more I chugged. Looking over to Tanner, he finishes chugging his beer and turns to me and flashes a thumbs up. “You’ve got this man, you’ve got to drink it all!” I hear him yell as his cries of encouragement somehow manage to get me to completely down the entire can. I quickly finish and drop the can as I gasp for air. While I get reacquainted with the idea of breathing, Tanner quickly comes up to me and snaps a quick selfie on his phone. “Whew, that was… definitely something” I say, still a bit confused why I even agreed to do it. Tanner responds with “Hell yeah, it was awesome bro!” and hands me his phone, where I take a look at the photo.

While looking at the photo, I stifle a laugh at the sight of the photo. In it, I look completely out of place, as if I was somehow photoshopped into it. Standing next to Tanner, a blond 5’11” jock, was a tiny pale nerd, which made it look like I somehow accidentally stumbled into frame if it hadn’t been for the beer can up to my lips. Tanner is a blond fairly muscular dude with tanned skin. His blue eyes are the best part of his face, as they perfectly display his friendliness and approachability. But for some unknown reason, he almost always covers his eyes with various pairs of sunglasses, even while inside. However, that doesn’t stop people from approaching him, which only goes to be a testament to his innate sociability. 

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On the flipside, my face screams incredibly average, as my widely spaced brown eyes and thin eyebrows only further display my pasty complexion. That would be the main focal point on my face if not for the huge bulbous nose that was crookedly bent time and time again from my various accidental injuries from school-enforced sports activities. Even my hair is a display of my plainness, as my dark brown hair lies flat and unable to be styled no matter how hard I try. Finally, instead of being shirtless like Tanner, I’m clothed in a grey shirt and some khaki shorts.

My focus on the photo is broken as I hear Tanner begin speaking once more. “You did great man! I didn’t expect you to chug that all the way through. If only you were a jock like me, we could do this all the time!” He said with a chuckle. I flashed a smile towards him and begin to speak. “Haha, yeah I’m sure we’d have some great times. If only that was possible!” I say, eager to just agree so I can get out of this conversation. As I talk to Tanner, I suddenly feel this incredibly radiating heat spread all over my body. Fearing that I was somehow getting dehydrated or some kind of heat stroke, I quickly ended the conversation. “Hey, I’m gonna keep walking around and head inside to take some pictures. It was great catching up though!” I say, before quickly walking away and deciding the best course of action would be to head inside the stadium to get some photos of the student section and possibly a drink of water.

I head up to the admission gate and show my journalism badge, where they quickly verify my identity and let me enter the packed stadium. Walking around, the place is in a state of complete pandemonium as drunk students bob and weave through the various lines in the concessions area. Trying to make the best of the situation, I laugh and start taking pictures displaying the students’ stupidity to showcase the “real” college experience like Bridget said she wanted.

As I’m taking my photos, I’m suddenly overcome with an intense pressure in my crotch. “Damn, that beer went through me fast” I think to myself, unsure how I could have suddenly digested that beer so fast given that I hadn’t drunk anything else this morning except for milk with my cereal. Deciding to try and ignore the sensation, I head up to the student section to start taking pictures of the various decorated students. However, this only lasts for a few minutes before the pressure exponentially grows to the point of heat radiating now solely from my crotch. I quickly run down the stairs and frantically search for a sign leading to a bathroom. Finally finding a sign pointing to a bathroom, I rush inside and slam the door shut.

Unable to hold my urine much longer, I run to the urinal and get my pants undone just in time to prevent me pissing my pants. I sigh in relief as I relieve myself and begin to look around the somehow deserted bathroom. “That’s weird, I would have expected the bathrooms to have long lines” I thought to myself as I continued looking until I turned to my left to face a wall-length mirror. “Oh hey, I didn’t see you there” I say, shocked at the pure size of that beast of a man. He was so big in fact, that I couldn’t even see myself in the mirror. Looking up and down and to the sides, I’m insanely confused by my inability to show up in the mirror even though I’m looking at it. “Hey man, could you move for a second?” I say, before clearing at my throat and putting my hand to my throat due to the random gritty tone my voice had. However, my confusion only grows as I watch the brutish jock of a man mouth the same words and do the same movements. My worry is further justified when I look intensely yet confused at the mirror once more and realize that he (or me?) is wearing the same clothes I was wearing...

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4 years ago

College is Transformative - Part II

If you haven’t read Part I yet, check it out here!

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“What the fuck?” I grunt, which shocks me even further as I hear the gravely tone continue to come out of my mouth. “Is… that ME?” I cry out in confusion. Looking down, I gasp as I see my once moderate dick now replaced by a much larger and thicker fuck-stick of a cock. I quickly look away in confusion as I put this new dick back into my pants and zip up my shorts. Turning towards the mirror, I’m completely awestruck at what I’m seeing. What used to be a mousy 5’6” nerd is now somehow a 6’1” beast of a man. The face that used to struggle to even have a noticeable mustache has now been completely reformed to have a thick beard that perfectly encases my now-plumper lips. My eyebrows are also now thicker and more prominent along with my nose, which has gone from bulbous and ugly to strong and angular.  

Still in shock and unsure whether I want this to be a dream or not, I turn towards the mirror until I’m looking at it head-on. I take notice of just how much room I take up now, as my broad shoulders and stature almost completely take up the large wall-mounted mirror now. Staring at my biceps, I twist my arm and look at the thick black tattoo adorned across my bicep, a number: 86. While looking at this tattoo, memories begin to rush to the front of my mind. These memories consist of several disjointed scenes involving sports. I remember sitting at home as a child and watching sports with my father, where I used to wish to have physiques like the thickest players on each team. These memories then transition to my elementary years as I began to participate in sports like soccer and baseball, which is where I first started to work out at the school gym after class. At a rapid pace, I recall being the star player on my high school teams, which led to tons of talent scouts, which ultimately led to a full-ride sports scholarship at this college for baseball. On every team I’ve ever played in, my jersey number has always been #86, so I remember getting a tattoo since it’s my special number.  Although I play baseball, I enjoy football as well, so my last memory reminds me of my weekly travels to watch football games with some other bros of mine to support my fellow frat members. I smile as the memories finish up, but a tiny voice in my head echoes in the depths of my brain, saying that this is a lie and I hate sports. Laughing it off, I lift my arm up and flex in the mirror, showing off my thick and bulging biceps. “Yeah, I totally hate sports, pfft. I’m a total jock, I mean look at these guns...” I say, my deep chuckle permeating around the empty bathroom stall. I continue flexing each arm and smiling as I stare at my t-shirt continually straining against these guns of mine. 

My eyes continue to wander across my body, as I have conflicting memories of being incredibly thin and incredibly muscular. Staring at the grey shirt that covers up my torso, I’m insanely curious to see what I truly look like. “Once I can see what I have, I’m sure that I can safely distrust that little voice in my head if it’s wrong.” I think to myself. Unable to resist my curiosity, I quickly take off my shirt and unzip my khaki shorts as they fall down to the ground. In seconds, my wish is granted, as I’m now left completely naked if not for the grey pair of underwear firmly wrapped around my junk.

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My admiration session in the mirror continues as I run my thick hands through my thick pelt of chest hair. My hands instinctively cup my pecs as well, feeling them up and down to take in their heft. The journey of my hands continues as they travel down my prominent treasure trail, running along my cobblestone abs until I reach the top of my underwear. I move my hands towards the back of the underwear, as I turn away from the mirror and look behind me. Memories of a flat ass dissipate as I see before me the thickest ass I’ve ever seen. My round globular ass strains to stay within the confines of the tight undies, but it somehow manages until I slide it down and let it spill out in an attempt to feel my ass. Fingers trace along the curves of each cheek until my hands fully grasp the bottom of each cheek and shake them so I can watch them rhythmically jiggle in a wondrous mix of firmness and healthy flab. 

My deep voice allows for a light giggle to escape from my lips as I admire every inch of my body. My hairy thighs are well-sculpted along with my thick calves, which display incredible muscles as I flex each leg to stare at the true innate muscular body I now possess. “God, I’m a fucking beast!” I exclaim as I look at the mirror and lick my lips as I finally get a chance to fully take in my body. 

“Hell yeah you are stud!” I hear, making me suddenly stop what I’m doing when I realize that someone is behind me. Turning around, I look and see Tanner, the nice dude who gave me the beer outside. “Whoa bro, didn’t see you there...” I say, feeling somewhat embarrassed but also enjoying the compliment from him. He walks up to me, slowly taking step after step as he stares at me with a wide devilish grin. “It’s all good man, I’m sure you don’t oppose it” he chuckles, before he’s finally face-to-face with me (even though I’m a few inches taller). He smiles once more before leaning in and kissing me. Before he can fully finish the kiss, I instantly recoil and push him off of me. “Whoa, what the fuck dude. I’m no fag!”, I say, wiping my mouth with disgust. “We’re still in the denial phase huh?” Tanner asks, laughing at my discomfort. “You’re gay Matt, you always have been.” 

As he says that, he comes up and passionately kisses me once more. As he kisses me, memories once again rush to my head, but instead of my sports memories, I begin to remember memories involving my sexuality. I remember the first time I got a hard-on while watching sports as a teenager, staring at the various hulking men and wishing that I could look like them one day. I then recall the first sex dream I had involving a steamy post-game locker room celebration along with the first gay kiss I had with some nerd who was always checking me out in gym class. I remember joining the fraternity here and finally coming out to my fellow bros, which led to a ton of additional bros coming out involving some people being gay or bisexual. I remember being afraid of coming out to Tanner since he’s the President of the frat, but he also came out and revealed that he’s bisexual. I finally remember late-night workout sessions with Tanner, which eventually turned into those steamy locker room celebrations that I had so often dreamt about as a teen.

Finally returning back to the kiss, my mind puts the pieces together and I immediately return the kiss with force, pressing my lips firmly against his as I taste the cheap beer soaked on his breath. We continue kissing more and more passionately, until my irresistible urges get the best of me as I push our kissing farther and slide my tongue into his mouth. 

He chuckles and pushes himself away from me. “Settle down there big boy, we can continue this later. We’re getting ready to leave for the after-party at the frat house. I know you’re not going to want to miss that.” He added with a wink, quickly kissing me and pulling out a pair of blue shorts from behind his back. He tossed them to me and says “Wear these instead, they show off your ass better”. “Whatever you say, bro. I aim to please my President”, I respond with a wink, my mind still straining to come up with any more interesting vocabulary as I try to get the blood to rush back to my brain from my dick. “That’s right, Mr Vice President. You’ve got such a way with words. Good thing you’ve got a killer body to make up for your lack of brain cells” he says with a laugh. My deep voice laughs right along with him, as he comes up and passionately kisses me once more. 

His kisses bring more memories to my mind, as I begin to remember more about my schooling. I remember struggling with grades ever since I started doing sports, with my parents having to try various after-school tutoring programs to help me pass. In high school, it got even worse, but I luckily got that nerd from gym class to help tutor me in exchange for his continued involvement as I struggled to figure out my sexuality. Finally, I remember my college struggles, as my advisor got me into the easiest possible program for my skill-set: sports therapy. However, even that causes me problems as I struggled to retain information and thus fell deeper and deeper into failure. But luckily, Tanner was also there to help me out, which makes me so thankful for him in so many ways. I like being with someone who is so smart he can think for the both of us, it lets me just focus on being the hot jock that I am.

My eyes rapidly blink as I try to compose myself after he pulls his lips from mine. “Yo, bro, stop kissing me like that. My brain can’t think when you’ve got me rock hard like this.” I mutter with my deep tone. He laughs as I quickly put on the blue shorts he gave me and he wraps his arm around me. We walk out together out of the bathroom and pass through the concession area until we’re out of the stadium and at the edge of the parking lot. We walk with my other bros as we quickly hop inside and I get in the backseat, eager to get home so Tanner and I can have some fun once this party ends. 

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We get back to the frat house and I quickly run upstairs, where I decide to jump into the shower to clean up all of the pre-cum soaked onto my underwear. Placing my phone inside the shower caddy, I open up Snapchat and start recording a video for Tanner. I know he enjoys my body, so I might as well give him even more reason to thirst for it since he had to throw a dumb party...

I grab the soap and lather it into my hands before spreading it all across these thick guns. I continue lathering my thick body as I lift up one arm and make sure to clean off my sweaty pits, which were reeking from the August heat.

Continuing to scrub, I scratch the back of my head before I start to run my hands up and down through my thick chest hair. I know how much Tanner loves my chest, so I make sure to pay special attention to it for him. I finish by cleaning off my torso as well, feeling the bumps as I quickly run my hands back and forth over my sexy abs.

I flash a quick grin and I quickly caption it: “Wish you were here to make sure I don’t miss a spot… ;)” 

Smiling in my eternally hormonal stupor, I press send and stay in the shower, knowing that it won’t be long until Tanner is in here to satisfy his boyfriend.

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4 years ago

Jock-Strapped!

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To me, there was nothing better than going to the gym. I got quite the kick out of flexing my muscles for all of the ladies and intimidating all of the other men who wanted to have bodies like mine. The lustful stares from all of the men who wanted nothing more to either be me or worship me were the fuel for all of my workouts. Nothing was better than pumping some iron, getting bigger, and knowing that I was the biggest man here.

Although, I must admit that I did have another pastime at the gym. Call me a stereotype, but I loved to make fun of the various chubs who couldn’t gain muscle or shed their pounds of lard. One particular guy that I loved to taunt was named Chris. The kid was in his mid-20s, which was apparent from the gut that he was sporting. It seemed like too many trips to college dining halls had started to affect the man’s body, so I couldn’t deny myself the luxury of rubbing that fact in. He definitely had potential to look as great as me one day, but his inability to lose any weight was incredibly hilarious as it meant no matter how hard he tried, he’d be stuck with such a chubby body. My daily ritual after a workout was to come up to him in the locker room, slap his gut, and call him “Porky” as I passed by.

However, I had no idea that this time was going to be different for me. It was a late evening in the gym, so we were completely alone in the locker room as everyone preferred to go out partying and going out. I mean sure, I loved to do that too but I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of my gains. Anyway, I came into the locker room after finishing my workout. It was a cardio day, so I was extremely sweaty from the hard work I put in. Deciding the best course of action would be to shower up afterwards, I quickly went over to my locker and stripped down to nothing. I grabbed a towel and slammed the locker door shut. I wasn’t sure if he was gay or something, but I used to catch the dweeb staring at me in the locker room so I decided to give him the full show. With a swagger in my step, I strutted past him as I marched towards the shower. However, when I did my usual routine of ridicule, Chris no longer just took it quietly. “You better watch what you say” he muttered under his breath, which only fueled me to continue my taunt. “And why’s that chubs? What are you going to do about it huh?” I asked, chuckling a hearty laugh as I saw the anger radiating off his wide frame.

Out of nowhere, Chris began to mutter several phrases under his breath. I attempted to listen closer, but it all sounded like some sort of foreign language that was a far cry from my few years of high school Spanish. “Hey asshole, what are you saying?” I angrily cried out, growing more and more uncomfortable as the words flowed faster out of his throat with an angry grit added to it.

Despite my attempts, he refused to break from his chant, which grew wilder and wilder as his voice grew louder along with it. At first I thought he was just fucking around, but when the lights in the locker room began to flicker, I began to grow fearful. Who was this kid and what kind of prank is he trying to play here? Before I could express my anger and demand once more to know what was going on, I felt my body grow rigid. I attempted to move and scream, but it was as if I was bound and gagged to prevent anyone from knowing what was going on. My eyes turned into saucers as I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. This dude had no muscle on his body, so how was he able to get control over me with no physical contact! While stuck stationary in the middle of the locker room, my eyes could only dart side to side as Chris began to move around me. He paced around me in a circle, his eyes squinting in concentration as his voice grew more and more into a joyful yet powerful shout.

As the repetition continued to grow faster and faster, I felt myself beginning to grow shorter. I couldn’t look down, so I could only stare in shock as the eye-level appropriate for my 6’4” frame was dropping by the second. Every attempt to scream and shout was completely muted as I felt a weird itch in the back of my throat. It honestly felt as if my throat was filled with cotton and every attempt to scream and shout only made it harder to breathe successfully. Not wanting to die by choking to death, I kept my silence as I watched myself grow shorter and shorter.

Along with this, I began to feel a light feeling spread across my body. The heft of my muscles and bulky build began to fade away until I felt as light as a feather. If I was free to move at my own volition, I was sure that I would be disoriented and swaying due to the weird sensations coursing through my body. By now, my height had shrunk to the point where I was right below Chris’ knees. Seeing him towering over me like this, I knew that I was quite fucked now. I groaned in pain as I began to feel my body contort in tandem with the weird hand movements that Chris was making while continuing to circle around me. Through some mysterious force, I could only watch as I dropped down to my knees and watched the tan color of my skin begin to fade away. The pigmentation began to change until I was left with an incredibly pale, almost white color solely placed around my thighs and legs. Before I could look any further, pain coursed through my body as my arms bent backwards around me. I wanted to scream and cry as the unbearable pain continued to tug upon my limbs. I couldn’t see it, but the pain in my arms began to fade as the two limbs fused together. The pain then moved over to the section of my legs touching the ground while in the kneeling position. Tears began to flow from my face as I felt the remaining section of my legs expand like chewing gum until they too also became attached to the continuous circle formed out of my two arms. Now off-kilter, I fell backwards and onto the cold floor, but every sensation felt weirdly muted. Out of nowhere, I began to feel an incredible pressure clamping down onto the top of my head. As my head collapsed into my torso, the last image I saw before everything went black was Chris’ gleeful smile. With these final moments, a dry wheeze escaped from my dry lips. As I fully crumpled onto the floor, I had little idea that that would be the last noise I ever uttered as a human.

When I regained my vision, I found myself looking directly up at the ceiling. The lights above me shined brightly, but any attempt to close my eyes or turn away was useless. In my new state, I soon discovered that I also no longer had any range of motion. By this point, I heard Chris’ disembodied chanting finally came to end. Out of nowhere, I saw as he leaned in and looked down at me with a wide smile forming onto his face. “Ah yes, thank you so much for all of those days of ridicule. Without it, I never would have attempted to learn about black magic.” He said, a villain-like laugh echoing through the empty locker room as he picked me up. My field of view looked up at him and grew shaky as I saw each foot lift up and run against what used to be my arms and legs. Despite my offkilterness, I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure that reverberated through my body with just a single touch of my former victim. With his legs now running against me, I could only stare in complete shock as Chris used his arms and pulled me closer to him. By this point, the only thing I could see was the flab hanging off of his body and his head that showed up in between the valley of his flabby man-tits. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I felt motion as he began to walk over to the mirror. When he stopped his motion, I struggled but successfully began to move my vision elsewhere so I was looking straight ahead. However, as I looked forward and into the mirror, I finally saw what had become of me. I had become his new jockstrap! 

I wanted to cry, to begin sobbing for the chubby man to turn me back to my real body. However, I knew it was impossible despite my attempts. Jock-straps can’t talk, so I knew that was impossible as I was no longer given the gift of vocal cords. “I’m sure you’re freaking out, but please don’t be scared. I’m planning on taking good care of you Brycen” he said. “See, with this spell, I gain all of your knowledge while wearing you. By wearing you at every workout, I’ll learn how to become a fitness master in no time. No longer will I be the “porker” you once described me as. I’ll become the new king of the gym and gain the body I always dreamed of having.” 

As he mentioned those words, I began to feel a shift occur from within my brain. An intense sense of calmness began to overtake my mind as I began to comprehend what my new form was. With this new attitude adjustment, I found myself no longer worrying about gaining my body back or having muscles. As Chris’ favorite jockstrap, my only focus became about being worn and feeling the sweat soak through my fabric form. I was like an addict needing a hit, desperately craving for Chris to wear me and do an intense workout. 

My wish was seemingly granted as I felt my vision hindered by the pair of athletic shorts that he put over me. As he walked, I felt his semi-hard manhood throbbing against my fabric, which only made me more and more eager at my new possibilities as a jock-strap. Hopefully, after a good workout, I could expect Chris to wear me more and more as he gained the hunky body he’s always dreamed. Given that he’s my master now, I couldn’t deny that it would be a pleasure to help him achieve his dream. I’d be more than willing to help him with anything he desires, although I could appreciate him a bit more if he could give me a taste of bodily juices beyond just simple sweat...

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4 years ago

Helping Out A Friend: Part I

My eyes snapped open as the alarm clock began screaming in the early hours of the morning. I sat up and looked around, my body tensing up as I recognized the bedroom before me belonging to Antonio rather than my own. Taking a moment to calm down, I reminded myself of my situation and why I was sleeping in just my underwear in my best friend’s bedroom. As I fully remembered the reasons behind such a predicament, I finally relaxed and sprang up from bed to start getting ready for my day.

2021 has already started off with a rocky start, but it’s been even stranger for myself specifically. The second semester of my sophomore year of college was about to begin and I was looking forward to the classes I had signed up for. I had found great passion in my major, but the only reason why I remained in college anymore was due to my best friend Antonio. His friendship was super important to me and despite our different backgrounds and interests, we became fast friends that soon became best friends throughout the years. It was especially strange given how he was a good two years older than me, but it seemed that a tight-knit neighborhood was actually beneficial for once as my family was neighbors with his family and we ended up having to hang out through multiple playdates as young children. Being a shy anxious kid, I was extremely thankful for Antonio as he got revenge on any bullies that messed with me and also helped me grow a decent social circle for myself. 

Once Antonio left for college, I was obviously depressed, but I was determined to not lose the friendship that we had been growing for so many years. You couldn’t even imagine how excited we both were when I found out that I had gotten a full-ride academic scholarship to attend the same university as him. Luckily, the university also had a great program for my major of choice, so it was a definite no-brainer and an immediate acceptance. After a few months, I was off to spend more time with my best friend once again.

However, I was disappointed to find that we didn’t have much time for each other once I settled into college. Antonio was getting busy as he found himself part of a fraternity and taking much more advanced classes as he progressed through his major. While for myself, I was taking the maximum amount of credits in hopes of graduating with a double major in four years along with taking up a part-time tutoring position at the college to make some extra cash. We were able to hang out every couple weekends or so, but I longed to be closer to Antonio than how we were now.

So, you could understand my surprise when Antonio called me on a Saturday afternoon to see if he could come over and talk to me about something. As he headed over to my apartment, I couldn’t help but grow nervous trying to figure out what he was coming over to say. Was he going to say he can’t hang with me anymore because of how I didn’t fit in with his new clique? Was he going to come forward and announce some sort of crush he had on me? Before my mind could spiral any further, I heard him knocking on the door and immediately opened the door before he could finish his second knock. As he walked around, he nervously paced around before finally looking into my face and asking “Hey man, I have a question for you. Would you be willing to do something strange but super important for me?”

Unsure where he was going with this, I nervously chuckled and responded with a simple “Of course man, I’d do anything for you!” “Oof, you sound like such a needy dweeb” I thought as I scolded myself for my clingy behavior. However, his nervous frown turned into a wide smile as he felt the confidence to finally ask his question…

“Would you be willing to swap bodies with me this semester?”

At first, I thought I had gone crazy, so I immediately asked for clarification from him. But after hearing him repeat himself without a stutter, I knew I wasn’t imagining it. Antonio could clearly see my look of confusion and shock, so he led me towards the couch. As we both sat down, he began to tell me about why he needed me to do this. Given that it was his final semester of college, he was extremely stressed about somehow failing due to the nature of online learning and Zoom calls. However, he knew I was the best person to ask given my tutoring position and how close of friends we are, so he thought that I would be able to help him the best.

To try and butter me up, he stated that he could make it so the swap was beneficial to the both of us. He then began to talk about how if he could facilitate the swap with me, he’d help me with anything I wanted as well. Giving an example, he talked about how he could use the swap to help me finally break the ice with this guy, Bruno, that I’ve been pining for since freshman year. While Antonio was naturally suave and a smooth-talker with both girls and guys, I constantly tripped over my words and struggled to form a full sentence whenever I was interacting with any man that I found even SOMEWHAT attractive. Letting my heart make decisions rather than my head, I immediately agreed to the deal before even needing to learn more.

It wasn’t a hard decision to accept his offer, especially given how much I crushed on Antonio for the first few years of our friendship. While he was a brooding beefy badass, I was an absolute dweeb who avoided sunlight like I was Count Dracula himself. If I wasn’t working on classes or tutoring people, I would have just permanently sealed myself into my apartment and played video games with all of my online friends. It wasn’t even that I found myself “unattractive” either. I was just a normal guy trying to appear more older and mature by growing some form of facial hair. I just felt like I was universally average in every way, which wasn’t helped by the majority of the interests I had. It’s hard to convince a guy to take a chance and go on a date with you when your version of small talk was talking about scientific journals and all of my favorite RPG games.

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Nodding and flashing a smile of glee, he reached inside his pocket and brought this random device out to show me. As he began to describe it to me, I just stared at the device and thought about how it looked like a simple universal remote. The only difference from a universal remote was that it had a screen on it that showed text as Antonio turned dials to showcase the gold-colored device.

I wasn’t the smartest person when it came to science, which was why I decided to get degrees in both Psychology and English, so most of the information he told me about the information of the device went in one ear and out of the other. For the most part, it seemed like the device was something he bought off the internet on some strange website. With this device, he was able to switch people’s bodies and it was also able to modify each other’s personalities as well where he’d be able to give me his major knowledge and I’d give him mine so we could easily do these upcoming classes without any problems. After talking about it a bit longer, we then finalized the details of how we’d swap for the entire semester until the weekend of the graduation, which is where we would swap back so Antonio could experience that with his family. After ironing out the rules of the swap, we both then set some ground rules for what would be allowed for us in each other’s bodies. Antonio told me I had free reign in his body, as he wouldn’t be upset if I got drunk in his body and partied, hooked up with people on campus, etc given that he was fairly used to that anyway. I on the other hand was much more restrictive and nervous about the swap, telling him that he wouldn’t be allowed to have sex given the fact that my body was still a virgin. Also, my nerves about addiction and drug use made me add a last-minute demand that he couldn’t do any drugs in my body. 

Once Antonio and I both agreed to our ground rules, we shaked on it as Antonio asked if we could swap now. At first I was a bit apprehensive, given that it was all so sudden and I was afraid of jumping into a new body. But, as I stared at the smile of my best friend and thought about how this could help bring us closer together again, I ultimately agreed to his question. As Antonio began to tinker with the device to initiate the swap, I hopped on my feet for a bit as I shook out my limbs and tried to prepare myself for the transformation. I neglected to listen about whether the process would be painless or agonizing, so I shuttered and began to expect the worst as he began to count down. As soon as the countdown ended and he pressed the button, I gasped in pain as I felt my eyes become blinded in a bright flash of light that felt as if a large spotlight was aimed directly at my retinas. 

When I opened my eyes, I came face to face with… my old body.

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It was unbelievable, standing right in front of me was my own body with a look of crazy shock plastered all over its face. It was so strange watching my body from an outsider’s perspective, looking around and understanding that the swap was actually successful. “Whoa man, this is… so strange” my body said, as Antonio brought my hands up to touch his new face.

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“I’m… actually Curtis now!” he cried out as he suddenly flashed a smile and began to look down at his now thinner arms and whiter complexion. It was eerie to hear my own voice talking to me, but it was also fairly funny thinking about how the big buff Antonio was somehow the one now in control of my nerdy body. Although, as I stared at him, he seemed to embrace his newfound nerdiness as he jokingly played with my glasses as he rapidly took them on and off. It was hilarious to see his face go from joy to shock as he began to realize just how terrible his vision now was. “Jesus dude, you’re blind as a bat” he groaned as he put his hand up to his forehead to prepare for the migraine he was beginning to cause for himself. That dorkish charm he had embraced did not fade however, as he placed the glasses on the tip of his nose and pushed them up the bridge until they were snuggly wrapped around his face again. Once they reached the top, he flashed his dorkiest smile and gave me a nerdy thumbs up. 

As I watched all of this unfold and saw his sudden embrace of his new form, I was in a serious state of shock and awe. I didn’t really expect this plan of his to work, but given the fact that I’m now staring at myself, it’s clear that his plans came to fruition. As I stared at “Curtis”, I looked down and saw my much tanner hands, with one hand tightly gripping the small remote. Afraid of losing it somehow, I immediately placed it into the pocket of my shorts and looked back up. While continuing to see “Curtis” mess around with his body, it fully dawned on me that I was now in Antonio’s body as well. Now curious to see myself fully and take a closer look, I headed towards my bathroom. With each passing step, I began to mentally prepare myself for the shock I’d feel when I see Antonio’s face reflected back at me. As I walked, I took a glance back into the living room and chuckled to myself as I watched “Curtis”. He didn’t even notice my departure as I saw him begin checking his new body out in the mirror next to my front door as he quickly got used to his now much shorter and smaller body.

As I flicked on the light switch and locked the door behind me, I found that no amount of mental preparation was enough to save myself from the shock I felt as I saw my new reality. Not only was it strange finding myself in my best friend’s body, it was even stranger to just see how bulky and buff I now was. I couldn’t help but think about how hot it was to think about the fact that I was now in my best friend’s body. As I began to get more into my new situation, I started ogling my body as I ran my thicker hands around my even thicker frame. Luckily, Antonio was a fairly body-positive person, so I got easy access to explore my new body as I slid my hands around and under his crop top and pair of shorts. As Curtis, I couldn’t have gained either a pound of muscle or fat no matter how hard I tried, so it was so strange yet erotic to find myself in such a buff and broad body like Antonio’s. It didn’t help that I was always envious of his tattoos, so it was quite the turn on to look at these tats and view them as my own now (at least for the time being). As I flexed in the mirror and embraced my body with a surprisingly large amount of pride, I couldn’t help but notice the severe tenting that was happening in my flimsy pair of shorts right about the bathroom sink. It was nearly impossible NOT to see it as I looked closer and saw how defined my now much thicker and longer cock was while proudly jutting outwards in these thin shorts. “Oh fuck…” I moaned as I gingerly wrapped my hand around my new genitalia and tightly gripped it. “Oh my fucking god…” I moaned, this time louder as I turned myself on even more as I heard Antonio’s rougher and deeper voice flow out of my mouth.

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4 years ago

Streamer To Subscriber - Part II

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When Dan was jolted awake by an alarm, he knew something strange was going on. Given that he had no job, there was no reason for him to have an alarm waking him up. As he rubbed his eyes and opened them fully, his already fast-beating chest began to pound even harder as he no longer found himself in his bedroom. The room he was in seemed somewhat familiar, but his sleepy daze prevented him from fully realizing his new location at first. Rolling out of bed, as Dan jumped to his feet, he was surprised by just how light on his feet he was. Looking down, he soon realized the reason behind this. In his downward glare, Dan grew shocked as he no longer found his chubby paunch bulging forth from his torso. Moving his hands towards the missing weight he had fallen asleep with, he explored his torso, where his palms felt a physique that was a far cry from his own. He was much leaner and had a decent amount of muscle, which was made obvious even through the black t-shirt he found himself wearing. In his shock, he desperately searched around the room until his eyes met the reflection staring back in the mirror. Dan couldn’t believe it, but staring back at him was the reflection of his unknowing rival Hasan Piker. 

Gasping in disbelief, Dan fell to the floor in shock, knocking over a computer monitor due to the sudden revelation. Unable to believe that this was really happening, Dan crawled closer to the mirror to verify that what he was seeing was reality. Through the series of facial expressions and hand motions that Dan made, it confirmed the fact that he was in fact Hasan Piker now. Still not believing that this was happening to him, Dan searched for a cell phone. In his desperate search, he prayed that the camera of a cell phone would give him a third opinion different from what he subconsciously knew was reality for him now.

Upon finding the phone and pulling up the camera app while remaining on the floor, Dan knew there was no way to deny the fact that he was now the famous streamer.  Taking several selfies just for safe measure, the unhappy look on his face was made evident as he realized that something fucked up had happened to him.  

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“What the literal fuck is going on?” Dan angrily stated as he continued to glare into the mirror. He had wished for revenge on Hasan, but he didn’t mean for that to happen at the expense of losing his own body. No matter how unhappy he had previously been, there was no way that he wanted to give up his family and friends just to lead to the destruction of Hasan’s career. However, he couldn’t deny that he liked the voice that he heard coming out of his mouth. He loved it so much in fact that he began to just talk out loud just to hear the deep timbre of his new voice. Even despite his anger, his body made itself known in terms of its enjoyment by the rapidly hardening dick that was making itself visible through his sweatpants.

Dan knew that he didn’t want this, but as he rubbed his hand against his throbbing member, he couldn’t deny that there was some part of him that enjoyed this. Deciding that he wanted to take a closer look, Dan quickly jumped to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom. Despite the still-confusing scenario, it was impossible for a grin to manifest itself between his trimmed facial hair as yet another mirror confirmed his new visage. This wasn’t what he had meant by getting revenge on Hasan, but he did have to admit that he was impressed by the power of that Dark Web individual. No longer did he have to be jealousy of Hasan and his lifestyle, it was his now!

Deciding that he wanted to get a more holistic view of his body, Dan began to take more photos on his phone, tilting the phone at various angles to get a better idea of how he fully looked. He knew that Hasan was a gorgeous man, but it was crazy to experience seeing that hunky reflection staring back at him. The concept of having his life and body was fully dawning on him now, and he couldn’t deny how erotic that was to him. It was no surprise to Dan as he felt his dick reach the peak level of hardness in response.

Eager to continue exploring, Dan promptly ripped off his clothing until all that he was left wearing was a pair of powder blue boxer briefs. His hand automatically continued to take selfies as he took off each piece of clothing. It was a private strip-tease for himself, and it was clear that he was beginning to love every second of it. As he took one final picture, he pinched his toned stomach to prove this wasn’t a dream and also remind himself of just how skinny he was.

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As he felt his throbbing member beginning to leak from within his underwear, Dan decided the best course of action would be to finally take a good look at his new equipment. He knew that he was rather small in terms of endowment as Dan, but with Hasan’s body, Dan no longer had to deal with that trouble. Now, he had a thick penis that would definitely make him irresistible with the guys. He moaned in wicked pleasure as he imagined himself inviting guys over to pleasure him in any way he demanded. He now had a level of innate dominance that he never had a chance of having as Dan. 

No longer willing to wait, Dan slid his hand around his thicker shaft and began to stroke. Despite having spent years doing it, the action in his new body felt completely euphoric as if it was his first time. Stepping into the shower as he continued to thrust his manhood in pulsating pleasure, it took no time at all before he was close to climaxing. It didn’t help his pleasure hearing Hasan’s husky voice allow deep moans echo all around the bathroom. Within a minute of stepping into the shower, Dan was shooting ropes of semen against the glass shower door. 

Upon catching his breath after his quick jerk-off session, Dan gained post-nut clarity and immediately began to think about what to do with his day. While imagining some plans for his day, Dan’s body went on autopilot as he washed himself off. Although he couldn’t help but feel turned on once more as he rubbed his biceps and ran his bigger hands across his pelt of chest hair, Dan had his mind set on something so he quickly dried off and headed towards his computer.

While sitting at his desk and coming to the realization that Hasan was probably coming to realize his own changes, Dan was quick to jump into action to prevent his secret from coming out. After heading onto Hasan’s various social media platforms such as Twitter and Instagram, Dan quickly blocked his old social media accounts to prevent Hasan from trying to reveal the secret of their swap. Sure, no one would believe the real Hasan’s pleas, but Dan didn’t want to even leave the possibility that even one person would come to understand the swap and believe it as reality.

With this potential hassle out of the way, Dan paced around his apartment and took note of just how well-equipped he now is for streaming on Twitch. His pacing ultimately led him to Hasan’s closet, where Dan spent several minutes exploring his clothing options and trying to decide on an outfit. Still feeling turned on by his hunky body, Dan decided the best course of action would be to wear the tightest clothing possible to show off his physique. As a result, Dan immediately pulled out a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of tight compression shorts and put them on. 

Looking into the bedroom mirror, Dan was undoubtedly wowed by the sight of his biceps being proudly displayed and the modest shelf of pectorals that now bulged forth from the tank-top. Turning into the mirror to stare at his shorts, he couldn’t help but give props to Hasan for giving him such a prime body to make his own. With his bulging thighs built with solid muscle, Dan was impressed by just how amazing he looked in the shorts. His ass was now rather promising and his bulge was constantly apparent as well even while soft. 

Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Hasan losing all of this. He knew that his dick was much smaller than Hasan’s and his body was clearly not in as good of shape. But that realization just furthered Dan’s joy about the reality of their swap. Hasan wouldn’t be able to rely on his body and personality to get attention anymore. He’d have to work like a real man in Dan’s older body and learn how to make a career for himself while being jobless during a pandemic.

Curious, Dan glances at the clock and comes to the realization that it’s about time for Hasan to start his daily stream. Although he was a bit nervous about trying to replicate Hasan’s behavior, Dan knew it would be better if he just pretended like nothing had changed and it was just business as usual for “Hasan”. So, after taking a deep breath and setting up his camera, he started his Twitch and tweeted out the link for his thousands of followers to flood into the stream.

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It was at this moment when the real Hasan received the notification on his new phone telling him that Hasan Piker was going live on Twitch. In shock at the fact that this body snatcher was just fully pretending to be him as if nothing happened, Hasan clicked the link to join the stream.

When Hasan watched his old face fill up the screen with a bright smile, his portly new body immediately grew furious. He desperately searched for a chat box to reach out to the man pretending to be him and announce that he’s the real Hasan, but his search for any way to communicate with the imposter came up empty. Upon realizing that there was no chat box, Hasan grew nervous as he began to realize that this had to have been a user that had been banned from his stream previously. He himself had been involved in very few of the bans dished out on his stream, so he couldn’t possibly narrow down whose body he is currently occupying. At this moment, Hasan scolded himself for not being more involved in the bans given the fact that his moderators often banned people immediately any time they attempted to be offensive before he could even notice it. Thinking about the numbers that his streams normally got, he knew that there had to be at least thousands of possibilities in terms of people he could have possibly swapped with. This ever increasing mystery just furthered his anger in regards to his new situation.

At first, the stream started out normal like Hasan’s previous streams. For the first couple hours, Hasan watched as Dan perfectly replicated Hasan’s quirks and speech and played the video games he often did on stream. With Hasan observing such well-rehearsed behavior, he knew that this wasn’t just some simple fan. This was a guy who knew everything about Hasan after watching endless hours of his content. It was so wildly unnerving just how well the imposter was able to be him that chills ran down Hasan’s spine.

However, after the imposter decided to take a break from the gaming session, Hasan became incredibly shocked at what then happened. It started out simple, with the imposter reading out any flirtatious comment and thanking them for their support. But as the compliments kept pouring in, “Hasan” began to grow more and more confident in his new form. He began to flex his muscles in his camera and talk about his body. Narcissism wasn’t completely brand new to Hasan’s streams, where he would often brag about his political contacts and do workout videos on stream but under the guise of “educating”. But this blatant narcissism was incredibly shocking to the real Hasan, who was left mouth agape at what was transpiring on his screen.

After a viewer complimented his clothing choice, Dan couldn’t help but chuckle and continue to brag about his body. “Thanks man, I was feeling really proud of my body this morning. When I was getting ready, I thought I might as well show it off right?!” He said, both his wide grin and tone indicating an intense sense of glee. Thankfully, the camera was only focused on the torso up, because if it was any lower it would have shown “Hasan’s” fully throbbing dick pressed against the tight compression shorts and begging for some kind of release. Prior to the pandemic, he used to have some form of luck in the romance field. But with Hasan’s body, Dan was feeling an intense sense of desire from his viewers and that only made him more proud of his plan working out how it did.

Watching this transpire, Hasan grew increasingly agitated as he watched this imposter turn his channel into a page for individuals to just talk about how hot he was. He obviously felt somewhat good to see those kinds of comments directed towards his real body, but as he sat down and looked down at his flabby gut, his anger finally reached a boiling point. He had to do something to get his body back or at least make his presence known to the imposter. Due to this, Hasan quickly unlocked his phone and attempted to show himself to the fake Hasan on all of this man’s social media accounts. However, every possible attempt was blocked given Dan’s forethought about this very situation. Hasan even tried to create another Twitch account to try and comment on the stream, but due to Twitch shadow-banning the IP address, Hasan was left completely abandoned in his new life with no way of interacting with his old self.

Unable to figure out what to do, Hasan slammed the lid of his computer shut. As he hung his head in sadness, he once again caught sight of his body. The ball of fat attached to his torso left him feeling emotionally compromised. On its own, losing your body is already terrible, but it’s even worse when you lose it to a body that constantly reminds you of one of your worst times of your life. Every time he looked down, Hasan was constantly reminded of his chubby upbringing and it just made his mind immediately recollect those moments of self-loathing. Sure, being beefy or chubby wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was a problem for him personally. He used to get bullied for his chubby appearance and every possible attempt to lose weight back then ended up being useless for the young Hasan. That’s why he began working out even harder once he grew up so he could finally lose that weight and gain the physique that had just been so easily taken from him.

Before he could proceed any further, a knock on his door startled him and made him jump in his seat. “Uh, who is it?” Hasan asked, still startling himself when he heard his new voice. The voice on the opposite side of the door informed him that it was his mother and that she had just finished cooking lunch. As if on cue, Hasan began to feel a rumble echo through his large stomach, indicating this body’s desire for food as soon as possible. Unable to resist the growling stomach, he quickly responded with an “Ok, I’ll be right there!” and got up from his seat. Looking around the room, he pulled on a 2XL shirt and a pair of large basketball shorts and headed into the bathroom. After running a comb through his shorter hair and running his hands through his facial hair and taking note of the bushier untrimmed beard, Hasan cringed in discomfort and headed towards the kitchen.

As he took his seat at the table and his “mother” brought the various dishes of food to the table, the hunger began to take up priority in his mind. Unable to resist the temptation, Hasan immediately began to fill his plate with food, stacking food if possible. He hadn’t been hungry prior, but upon seeing all of the delectable food this stranger’s mother had made, he began to crave everything. He felt intense shame at first, but as he fully stuffed himself, that feeling began to change. He couldn’t stop himself from filling up his hefty gut and with each bite it provided a temporary relief that made him forget about his dire situation.

After several helpings of food and having his appetite finally sated, Hasan excused himself from the table and wobbled his way up the stairs and back into his bedroom. It was strange as he walked, feeling his large gut slosh around with its contents filling him up to the brim. Entering his bedroom, Hasan instinctually patted his stomach in contentment. Pacing across the room, he placed himself onto his bed and continued to pat his engorged gut. 

As he ran his hands over his gut, he soon felt a weird feeling of tranquility pass through his body. He felt surprisingly good after his lunch, and as a few belches escaped from his throat, he decided that maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He knew that he wanted his body back, but he didn’t mind the fact that he was seemingly able to truly relax and not worry about calorie counting and gym workouts for the time being. Sure, he hated his new body, but he knew this was going to be a long process before he could get his body back. While he’s in this shitty situation, it would probably be the most beneficial to try and make the best out of it. He definitely didn’t want to spiral into a sea of deep depression and apathy about getting his body back, so he decided to try and be as upbeat as possible about it.

Deciding he better shower and officially start his day, he headed into his bathroom and took off his clothes. Unwilling to let himself get depressed over the sight of his new body, Hasan ignored the mirrors completely and immediately stepped into the shower. This same process happened as he got out of the shower and began to dry himself off.

After getting dressed once more, Hasan finally took a closer glance at his bedroom for the time being. As his eyes caught sight of the art easel, he decided that it could possibly be a good form of expression to remain calm in his situation. So, he pulled a large chair towards the easel and plopped his chubby ass into it. Deciding to try and freestyle his painting, Hasan grabbed some paintbrushes and began to try his best to paint his feelings and calm down... 

While Hasan began to do this activity, the fun of “Hasan’s” stream only continued. If Hasan had taken a look at the stream upon finishing his shower, he would have been completely traumatized. As the thirsty comments continued to pour in and beg the streamer for more, Dan essentially began to take the role of a stripper. Playfully making eyes with the camera, viewers were left foaming at the mouth as “Hasan” took off his shirt to everyone’s glee. It was an incredibly erotic experience for everyone involved. Dan could only stare in shock as his viewer numbers skyrocketed due to word of mouth about his strip show. As tons of donations poured in and countless subscribers joined to watch the political commentator take a break and fully embrace his role as a gorgeous example of masculinity, Dan couldn’t help but smile at the camera as he finally got to live a life he always wanted for himself...

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4 years ago

Transformation Vacations: Australia

When both my wife and I were declared “non-essential” workers, we looked forward to some downtime to relax and stay safe during the pandemic. Just as we had hoped, the first few weeks of quarantine and home life went great. However, right we passed the two-month mark, cabin fever began to quickly set in. Our days of lounging around and binging TV on our couch became less enjoyable as our shorter tempers grew more and more as we fought over something as simple as a TV show. Eager to find my wife and I some relief, I decided to do some research about doing some form of vacation for us to go on. If the US was going to be so badly managing the virus, the concept of traveling to another country where the virus had already passed for the most part felt very exciting to me. 

Luckily, after an hour or so of searching and getting to the thirtieth page of search results, I found an incredibly interesting website. The website itself was very basic, with just a bold text of Transformation Vacations being awkwardly stretched across the header of the site. Underneath the large text was a small statement saying their purpose: “To provide life-changing experiences at low costs to those who need it the most!” 

Intrigued, I continued to look into the site as a large map appeared on the screen with some various locations that they offered packages for. Looking through it, I  considered trips to places like France, India, Spain, South Africa, Brazil, and Mexico. However, my eyes immediately found myself drawn to the hyperlink marked AUSTRALIA in bold letters. I quickly clicked on the link and my jaw dropped once I took a closer look.  Their website wasn’t lying, this was an INCREDIBLY cheap deal to visit Australia. Reading the description, it seemed like an amazing time for us to experience.

“Explore the Land Down Under. By purchasing our couples’ package, you will find yourself transported to the wonderful golden shores of Australia and get prime lodging right in the center of beautiful Sydney! Experience riding a wave with a surfing date, walking around the town, and a private candle-lit dinner at a five-star restaurant. Book one week now and get a free week!

This deal is selling fast so purchase now to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime deal!”

Once I reached the end of the description and read the current offer, I knew we had to do it. After a few attempts to add the packages into my cart, the fifth time proved to be successful as I quickly entered my card details and confirmed the payment. I knew that the buggy interface and sketchy website should have swayed me away, the price being over 3x cheaper than the normal rates on other travel site made it seem like a no-brainer to at least try it. “If it went wrong, I could just refute the charge with my bank and get back my few hundred dollars” I told myself, trying not to stress too much about it.

As soon as I closed the tab and shut my laptop lid, I began to feel incredibly dizzy. Looking over at my already sleeping wife, I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth as I quickly fell out of consciousness...

Out of nowhere, I begin to feel incredibly warm and hear a loud roaring noise overtake my thoughts. After a moment of struggling to bring myself out of my weird state of consciousness, I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings. But as I looked around at the sandy beach and rolling waves that kept crashing against the shore, I only grew more confused. “How in the hell did I end up on a beach? Did I die somehow?” I think to myself, wondering if this is somehow my version of the afterlife. 

Looking around, I turn to my left and see a tall man next to me holding onto a large surfboard with his eyes closed. “Hello, sir? Where am I?” I ask, but I continue to get no response. I clear my throat, as I catch myself suddenly saying things with a very different accent from my normal Boston one. I turn and pat the man on the shoulder, beginning to ask if he’s ok.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes burst open as a worried look immediately appears on his face. “Whoa!” I hear the man cry out, the voice coming out of his mouth also having the same accent, but with an added sense of confusion and fear. The man turns to me as he flashes his light brown eyes at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his thick eyebrows raising inquisitively. Confused by the question, I quickly respond “Uh, I’m Matt. Who are you?”

“Baby?” He asks as he leans in to get a closer look at me. “It’s me Shannon!” I hear him cry out. Looking at him, beyond the different gender, there’s no way that the man was my wife. My wife was a 42-year-old blonde woman who definitely didn’t have the thin physique that this man had. Confused and trying to remain calm, I lean down and put my hands to my temples as I try to think about this. However, but as I’m looking down, I find that the sight I see was a far cry from my 45 year old body as well. Instead of a puffy chest and a slight paunch on a hairy torso, my body had become replaced with a slight set of pecs, a hairless torso, and a prominent six-pack.

“Oh shit, I think that website swapped our bodies!” I cried out, shocked as I come to my sudden realization. The website wasn’t lying when they said we’d be transported to the location of our choice. The only problem is that our old bodies didn’t get to follow us over here. Looking down, I find that I’m quite unable to complaining at my new physique. However, all of my fears cause me to turn to Shannon as I look at the man that my wife had apparently inhabited and worry about how she’s feeling.

My fears about her being freaked out about the new body are quickly dashed as I see her drop the board and flash a quick smile as she begins to check out her physique. I can’t help but stifle my snicker as I watch her flex her fledgling biceps and pull her wetsuit away from her body a bit so she could slide her hand down and feel her new equipment. “Shannon, are you ok?” I ask, which causes her to turn to me in a wide grin and say “Absolutely love! I certainly didn’t expect to wake up as a man, but this body isn’t too bad”. As I watch her talk, I just continue to think about the native Australian voice that belonged to her body. Surprisingly, I can feel my new dick beginning to press against the wetsuit as I watch him speak and stare at his gorgeous face. It’s strange to think about how attractive my wife’s new body is to me. Prior to last night, I had never once in my life had a gay experience, but it seems that these new feelings that I have are going to be impossible to deny. Thinking about it, I begin to assume that these two were a gay couple given the description of the couples’ package I purchased. My boner continues to throb continue to stare at my wife’s light brown eyes and killer physique as I imagine all of the different kinds of fun we’re going to have once we get back to our place for the next two weeks.

I don’t know who these guys are, but I thank them for their service to letting us use their bodies (either voluntarily or not). As I bring my wife in for a big kiss, I can’t help but smile as I watch her radiant smile come across even through this new body she’s found herself in. Unwilling to wait any longer to begin our vacation, I grab my board and tell her to let’s surf as she grabs hers and follows me out to sea.

Our Australia trip had just started, but it’s already the most amazing trip we’ve ever been on. I can’t wait to make the most of our trip and have a way to find some happiness even in the most dire of situations. “Thank you Transformation Vacations!” I think to myself as I let my body’s muscle memory lead the way. With my wife in tow on her own board, we both shred this killer wave towards the shore before turning back out to do it all over again.

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