Manifesting Your Dreams

Manifesting Your Dreams

It had been a long night and I had just gotten home from the closing shift at my lame fast-food job. I was eager to finally sit down and relax for a bit, so as soon as I passed through the threshold of my door, I immediately stripped out of my uniform. Once I was down to my underwear, I quickly walked around and picked up some various litter on the floor before I finally sat down and relaxed. Right as I look up from picking up a wrapper, my eyes pass through the window and catch a glimpse at my hunky neighbor Dan. I stare at his college-formed muscles as his biceps naturally flex while he carries out a bag full of trash out to the bin. Unable to break myself away from the allure of his body, I continue to just stare and ogle him.

Although we weren’t too different in age, we were quite different in every other way. While Dan was muscular from his college basketball days, I was relatively average. My body had the hint of muscle, but my body had a normal layer of flab that firmly resisted disappearing no matter how much I worked out. Dan was a solid 6’2” jock and the most popular kid in school and I was a 5’6” nerd who kept to myself and just listened to music to stay away from interactions. Growing up, we used to spend our weekends together hanging out due to both our close proximity and the relatively close ages between us (he was 23, while I had just recently turned 19). Another reason why we were constantly together was that our parents enjoyed the alone time and would take turns having alone time by sending their child across the street. However, things began to change as Dan got older and got more and more involved in the “jock scene”. Our communication grew less and less frequent and he even actively tried to avoid me anytime we locked eyes. 

Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t as easy for me to just fully forget about him and move on. I had too many good memories associated with him due to our upbringing. Another aspect that prevented me from moving on was that due to my sexuality exploration, I soon found that I was incredibly attracted to him. For years, I had spent so many nights wishing that we could be together or just have a simple kiss so I could stop fantasizing so much about him. However, those days never came and he soon began to infiltrate my simple dreams, twisting my mind so intensely that I began having frequent sex dreams where he was the main attraction. These dreams would normally happen a few times a month, but due to the fact that I was living back at home due to the pandemic, the frequency had gone up to be several times in a single week. As much as I enjoyed the dreams themselves, it became quite a problem as I had to deal with the constantly jizz-covered undies I woke up to. Every morning, I would have to wake up a good 10 minutes early so I could sneak into the laundry room and quickly throw them into the washer to try and hide the evidence of my family. I had come out to them back when I was 17, and they still aren’t too keen on the idea of their son getting intimate with another man. However, I just brushed it off as and chalked it up to them being behind in the times. On the positive side of things, their little outbursts were the main ammunition to fuel my motivation to finish my degree. Once I graduate and can have a career, I’d finally be able to sever ties with them and live my life without having to worry about their looming shadow plaguing any relationships I’d come to have.  

I shake my head as I escape my trip down memory to find Dan throw his trash in the can next to the curb. I watch as a lone soup can escapes from the bag and clatters into the middle of the street. Dan audibly groans, which makes me laugh, as he heads to pick up the can that had now traveled to right outside my house. He finally reaches the can and picks it up, looking up as his eyes go wide as he looks at me. I look down and gasp once I finally realize how revealing I am. “Oh my fucking god” I think to myself as my eyes go wide from how bad this must look. We quickly lock eyes and I begin to act frazzled as I’m unsure what to do. Awkwardly, I do a tiny wave and smile, which actually causes a small but noticeable grin to spread across his face. Staring at me, he offers up a cute little salute and turns to head back towards his house as he drops the can back into the trash bin.

Completely embarrassed, I pull down the blinds and throw myself into bed. I grab a pillow and hold it against my face as I scream into it and try to cope with the insane level of embarrassment I felt. Ready for this shitty day to be over, I quickly turn off all of my lights and head to bed.

After what felt like only a few minutes, I gasp as I’m startled awake by a large knock on my door. Groaning, I get up and head towards the door, assuming my mom was trying to give me some sort of scolding for some reason. The knocking continues as I quickly say “Dammit Mom, I’m coming. Give me a second!”

Opening the door, I gasp as I’m greeted to a face-full of pectorals. I look up and see Dan staring at me with a wide grin. “You’re coming huh? That soup can must have really turned you on I guess...” He adds with a chuckle. Blushing, I quickly go “Uh, hey Dan, what are you doing here… and why are you shirtless?” I say, confused by his lack of shirt and the extreme level of perspiration coating his skin. “I was just going for a little run, just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.” He says with a smile. “Oh, I’m doing good. I just got off work and was ready to go to bed…” I respond, unable to stop tilting my head between his sweaty chest and devilishly handsome face. “Sorry, should I put on a shirt? Based on how you were looking over there, I figured you wouldn’t mind a little more skin.” He adds with a wink. 

As he finishes his coy wink, I feel my manhood begin to pulsate against the tight fabric of my briefs. “Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind it at all.” I say with an awkward smile. “That’s good to hear, I’d love to show you more if you wanted..” He continues as he snaps his fingers. I watch as his clothes just disappear in a flash. “Whoa, what the fuck” I say as I look down and see his firm thighs and rod of a dick greeting my eyes. 

“Shhh, no more talking… Let’s do this” he adds as he suddenly presses his lips against mine. I return it with fervor as I taste the scent of cheap beer and potato chips, an obvious indication that he was watching some kind of sports game with his dad. He places his hands around my head as he pulls me in deeper, leading me backwards as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck...!” I say, as I look up and see my long-time crush staring down at me with a feral look of lust in his eyes. “Don’t worry, let me take care of you Charlie. I know what I’m doing” he says with a chuckle as I watch him get on his knees and pull down my underwear. I cringe as my much-smaller dick firmly points up and out towards his open mouth. “Well well well, what do we have here…” He says as he lightly kisses along my shaft. I attempt to stifle my moans, but I’m unable to prevent them as I feel his mouth slide down my shaft and fully take my throbbing member in. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel Dan continue to suck me off. In my mind, I’m shocked at the fact that somehow Dan is a complete expert on how to do the perfect blow-job. “Oh fuck, I’m close…” I moan as I feel his lips slide up and down my shaft faster and faster.

For some unknown reason, I suddenly feel compelled to get his mouth off my cock. After successfully getting him to come up for air, I command him to get into bed, shocking myself at my sudden domineering attitude. Both shocked and turned on by my new attitude, Brad obeys my orders as he lays down and knowingly places his ass up in the air. “Ah yeah, that’s a much better place…” I moan as I run my hands along his perky yet firm muscular ass. After a quick slap of his left ass cheek, I waste no time and quickly lubricate my cock with the trusty tube of lube in my side table drawer. I toy with him first, sliding my cock between his cheeks, which makes me giggle as I hear his deep husky voice moan in glee. Unwilling to wait any longer, I finally slide into him and begin a pulsating rhythm of thrusting in and out of his tight jock hole.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good”, we moan in unison, both clearly turned on by this new power dynamic I’ve developed. Hearing him moan my name and seeing him in such a submissive position makes it irresistible to wait much longer. “I wish I had a body like yours. I’d totally fuck you and any other man” I cry out, feeling such unbelievable pleasure from it. I begin to pump faster and faster  I feel myself preparing to shoot into him as I continue to moan...  “Oh… oh my god… I’m cumming… I’m cum-” 

My eyes jolt awake as I find the early morning light perfectly passing through the blinds on my window. “Goddammit” I think to myself, “it was another damn sex dream… I really need to get laid so I can stop having them.” Looking around, my anger about the sex dream turns into complete confusion as it becomes clear that I’m no longer in my bedroom. Instead of various pop star posters and video game memorabilia, my walls are now adorned with busty females and posters of various basketball superstars. “What the fuck-” I say as I hear a deeper voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I notice I’m definitely not in my real body as I see the clearly defined pecs and cobblestone abs of an athlete press out of my torso. I check my phone and pull up the camera. As I flip the app to the front-facing camera and look into it, I gasp as I find that the visage of Dan greeting me. I see his dark brown stubble spread across my face and his brown hair shown on the screen.

Unsure what’s going on, I peek out of the window and look across the street, curious about what’s going on with my old body. While looking, I squint and begin to notice that my new body was staring at the window towards me. As I continue to squint through the morning light, I begin to notice my body sitting at the desk in front of the window and his right arm furiously shaking. As he continues to look at me with a longing face, I finally begin to realize what he was doing. “Oh my god, he’s literally masturbating thinking about me” I say as I gasp and pull shut the blinds. Trying to find an explanation, I keep going back to the sex dream and the last thing I said before I woke up. “I wish I had a body like this” echoes in my mind as I realize that I have somehow caused me and Dan to swap bodies. But based on his behavior, he seems to be completely oblivious to the change. In his mind, he’s seemingly just Charlie now. As bad as I feel, I can’t help but laugh. I just begin to think about how sad his life is now. He’s stuck with homophobic family members, a dead end job, and an unrequited crush on me. I get up and head over to the full length mirror attached to his bedroom door. Looking at it, I begin to think about how irresistable I’m going to be with all of the gays once the pandemic is over. I plan on becoming a hot staple at the local gay clubs once it’s finally safe to get so close again.

Although I’m still confused and shocked about what’s happened to me, I feel incredibly drowsy. Unsure of how to proceed, I just decide to go back to bed for a quick little nap. “Swapping bodies must really wear you out” I think to myself as I finally lay back into bed. As I finally start to doze off, I start to dream about all of the new experiences I’m going to have as Dan...

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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.

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.

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.

“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.

Click here to check out Part II and Part III. 

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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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Ouija Boards Don’t Have A Sense of Humor

This idea was a request by @leothunder21. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here! ​

You originally scoffed at the idea of playing with the board with your friends, but after a few drinks and an open mind, you eventually gave into their pleas. You weren’t a believer in the supernatural, so you found it hard to believe that using a ouija board would end up with any fun result. To you, it was just a dumb parlor trick that was able to fool the lighthearted and those desperate for evidence of life after death.

When the game first started, the group began by asking for any spirits to make their presence known. After a few attempts, their questions were completely ignored and elicited no response. To try and join in on the fun, you called out “Spirit, make yourself known!” and chuckled. Out of nowhere, the planchette quickly slid across the board, pulling everyone along with it in a single swoop. Everyone else gasped and cried out in shock, but you were not convinced. Assuming that it was just a joke, you cockily declared “Well, what do you want then?” 

You and your friends meticulously watched the board as the planchette dashed across the board letter by letter. “B-O-D-Y” it spelled out, which made you chuckle at such a predictable answer then. Your friends were still sure that the board was real and begged you to leave it alone, but you wouldn’t give it up. “If it’s a body you want, come and take mine then. I’m not sure anyone would want a body like this though, even a ghost has standards...” you stated. And it was somewhat true, you weren’t the ugliest guy ever, but you certainly weren’t in the top 100 guys that someone would wish to look like. Overall, you were quite average and your clothing didn’t help your case, which only emphasized your lanky body and average demeanor. 

Apparently though, the spirit talking through the board was willing to take you up on the offer. Your face quickly drops from a cocky smile to a look of amazement as a billowing plume of smoke manifested out of the plastic viewfinder in the center of the planchette. Your friends gasped in shock, but both you and your friends could do nothing as the smoke darted towards you. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for you as the smoke shot down your nose and throat. You could only gag and choke on the smoke, but right as you felt yourself reaching the brink of asphyxiation, you suddenly drifted off into a state of slumber.

When you wake up, you find yourself laying on a dark black floor. Unsure what was going on, you frantically search around as you find yourself lost in a seemingly endless dark void. Upon a second inspection, your eyes suddenly recognize a form manifesting out of the void. Within several seconds, you watch as a hulking brute of a man materializes in front of you and gives you a devilish grin. “Well hello there” he said, his husky voice echoing within this darkness you now found yourself in. “Who are you? What do you want?” You respond, your tone pointed to tell the man you weren’t intimidated by him. “You know who I am, you invited me into your body” he chuckled, which made you begin to realize that this was some form of ghost. 

As a look of panic began to spread over your face, the man directed you to remain calm. He detailed his story about how he was an up-and-coming jock who was killed in a freak accident. For years now, he’d been searching for a host to help him have an opportunity at life once more, so he was ecstatic when you willingly offered up your body to him. When you asked him if he was going to take control of your body and leave you here, he chuckled and curtly stated that he had no desires to trap you deep within the trenches of your mind. Instead, the specter proposed a new deal that would be beneficial to the both of you. By accepting his deal, he stated that he would be able to help you become an irresistible man that would demand attention and respect. By merging your souls, you would be given the opportunity to be the assertive man you had always longed for. The spirit’s demands were fairly simple, where he would be allowed to have access to all of your senses and thus get to experience life once more (even if he was permanently in the passenger seat). He asked for the ability to mentally communicate with you when necessary, where he would only offer tips and tricks when it came to becoming a jock like he once was. 

You stood there, thinking about your possibilities. If you refused, there was always the possibility that the ghost’s demeanor would change and thus punish you for not agreeing to its terms. As you considered the deal, you realized that it wasn’t a completely terrible one. By letting this spirit take up a residence within you, you’d remain in control and become a buff jock like you always wished. On top of that, you’d be allowed to maintain your intelligence and personality to become a truly triple-threat with a killer body, a high IQ, and an approachable yet cocky personality. 

After a few more minutes of thinking it over, you looked at the spirit and placed your hand forward. “It’s a deal then”, you stated with a smile. The ghost returned the pleasantry and shook your hand and flashed a bright smile.

For moments, everything went dark, but things were happening while you remained unconscious. In the real world, your friends began to gasp as your body began to contort and twist in a gruesome fashion. Your body let out natural grunts and growls during the contortions, but that wasn’t all that was happening. Your arms tensed up as fists clenched, but to your friends’ surprise, your arms began to explode with muscle. With the visual resembling a balloon being blown up, your friends could only look in shock as biceps inflated into existence and forearms thickened to create two intimidating arms. The changes continued downward as your body continued to inflate with muscle. Your thin torso soon began to explode, with hefty pectorals manifesting within seconds and stretching your shirt to the absolute brink of ripping. One-by-one, abdominal muscles emerged and popped into place down your stomach. With these changes finishing on your torso, your stretched t-shirt ultimately lost the battle and ripped in several places.

With your torso now completed, the changes move a few inches south as it begins to localize around your dick. Even down to the equipment, you were incredibly average. This situation is soon remedied as your dick begins to lengthen several inches and gain a little bit of girth as well. The changes move to your backside, which is clear to your friends as they watch you slowly rise up on the bed. Your ass begins to inflate with a healthy mix of muscle and fat until you’re left with a brand new bubble butt.

The changes once again continue its downward movement, with your legs becoming the new focus. Your friends could only stare at your jean-covered legs, watching as the flesh underneath rippled and waved in a strange fashion. It didn’t take long before your thighs began to grow a musculature that would have only been possible after years of hard work in a gym. Finally, your calves also inflated as well to show that your new body was quite the runner. Much like your t-shirt, your jeans were ultimately no match for your wide thick thighs and ultimately caused the denim to shred. To finish up the physical changes, your body tenses up as your height quickly grows from a normal 5’8” to an intimidating 6’4”. In response, your jeans now look like a pair of capris and your t-shirt begins to ride up until it more closely resembled a midriff shirt.

Now that your body’s musculature had completely changed, a final wave of cosmetic changes began to spread across your body. Through the tattered shirt and ripped jeans, your friends watched as jet black tattoos began to manifest all across your body. Your nerdy friends gasped in response, immediately growing intimidated by just the sight of the fresh ink. As the changes begin to dwindle down, your hair starts to magically recede into your scalp until you’re left with a look of a freshly buzzed hair that only adds to your now permanent look of dominance. While the hair finishes disappearing from your scalp, facial hair also begins to push out of your pores. The wiry brown hair quickly grows out of your face until you’re left with a modest beard. To finish, a little bit of trimming occurs around your mouth with your mustache and goatee area.

Now that your changes are finished, it’s as if on cue when your eyes jolt open. As you return to consciousness, you grumble and groan due to how heavy you feel. “Gosh, that was such a weird dream…” you say, tilting your head in confusion as you hear the deeper voice coming out of your mouth. When you bring your hand up to your face to wipe your eyes and stretch your arms behind your head, your eyes go wide as you see the thick hands and tatted-up forearms and biceps you now had. Watching your biceps bulge through your ripped t-shirt, you grin as you realize that the ghost truly did follow through with his promise. “Thank you” you thought, hoping that the ghost was able to somehow hear your appreciation. You jump at first as you hear the spirit’s voice echo within your mind. “Thank you as well, I appreciate you doing this for me!” he says, a surprisingly cheery tone being noticed in his voice. 

Standing up, you stumble and attempt to remain upright as you attempt to get used to your new weight and center of gravity. You hadn’t expected such a change, but it was understandable given all of the muscles you had just been gifted. Your friends have become totally forgotten in your mind as you head into a bathroom to check yourself out. After flicking on the light and turning towards the mirror, you gasp at just the sight of your new body. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grip the fabric and rip it completely off your body, revealing your inked and buff body. You shift in the mirror and take note of your beefy pecs and flex for your own satisfaction. As you feel your now-larger dick beginning to firm up at the sight of yourself, you decide that it’s best to go out and explore the town. No longer in the mood with playing childish games, you grab your oversized winter coat that now fits perfectly and head out into the night. With a body like this, you were eager to see what the world had to offer you now.

It had been almost a year now since the change and life had only gotten dramatically better for you since then. As it turns out, the spirit used to be a football player, so upon him bring up this fact, you asked him to share that knowledge. Your brain became overstimulated as years of experience flooded your mind. Various plays, tips on how to be the best player, and even experiences that the ghost had in his past life began to spring forth to the front of your mind. After returning to a normal state of consciousness, you decided that it would be a shame to waste this knowledge and ultimately tried out for the team. 

With this built body and his shared knowledge, you immediately made the team and eventually became the star player on the team. In less than a season, you turned a failing football team into a championship winning team. With your meteoric rise, the college bent to any whim of yours to keep you from leaving them. As a result, you were given a full ride scholarship and the full backing of the college as they vowed to help you go pro once you graduate. It was obvious why they would do that, given your meteoric rise and already growing social media following, the opportunity of you going pro would only positively represent and promote their college. The partnership with you and the ghost had turned out to be mutually beneficial for the both of you. Now, you both were looking to accomplish things that neither of you would have ever done solo... 

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Hello Sir, I was wondering if you could help me out. I’m an average 36 year old 3/4 white 1/4 Mexican guy. I’ve always been jealous of my adopted Japanese 24 year old twink brother. Is there a way you can make me more like him or understand things from his point of view better? Thank you for your assistance!

Becoming A Younger Twin

It had always been a struggle for you to relate to your brother, especially given your older age of 36 while your youngest brother was only 24. The level of disconnect only furthered as you realized that you both grew up in different cultures and thus lost the ability to bond over similar life experience. You were close with your middle sibling, a 34-year-old biological brother named Dave, so you desperately wanted to form that same brotherly bond with your new sibling. However, after your family adopted Johnny, you found every attempt of yours to grow close to him failed. You guys were both very different in terms of personality and those previously discussed differences didn’t help at all in terms of mending the bridge between you and your adopted brother. 

However, after several years of attempting to grow close, you eventually gave up on forming that brotherly bond. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to grow close to him, the problem was that you never knew how to approach it so you could help relate with him. I could understand your annoyance with this problem, so it definitely makes sense why you reached out to me to help you out. Luckily, I’ve come up with a great idea on how to fulfill your wish… 

It seemed to me that the best idea to allow you to grow closer to your brother would be to turn you into his twin. No longer would you have to worry about the dynamic of being older or younger than him. Now, you’d both be on equal footing and have to go through the same experiences together in life.

As I declared my wish for you, the changes in your body quickly began. Moving away from your computer, you were left speechless at just how quickly I granted your wish. Looking into your wall mirror, you were happy to see your older body quickly youthened down to your new age of 24. Wrinkles quickly dissolved from your body as your skin began to radiate in its newfound youth. With your body finishing up the final stages of growing younger, any excess flab due to being a working adult quickly dissolved off of your body and left you with the same twinkish body type as your brother.

With your age changes completed, your body continued to tingle with magical influence, making you realize that my changes weren’t quite finished. Taking off your clothes due to the combination of the tingle and a radiating heat, you could only watch in excitement as your body began to inflate with muscle. A toned stomach quickly reformed as a six-pack of cobblestone abs pushed out and your frail arms buffed up into a decent yet intimidating set of biceps. You felt a searing pain radiate off your chest, and you could only look down and groan in pain as a large tattoo faded into existence on top of your growing pectorals.

Now, cosmetic changes continued as your hair grew shades darker from a brownish hue to a jet black color. Your hair then restyled itself into a more youthful style as well, which caused you to smile while running your thinner hands through the thick hair you now had. To complete your transition into Johnny’s twin, you stared in the mirror as your white complexion rapidly disappeared and was replaced into an identical complexion as your now-biological Asian brother.

The tingling sensation quickly dissipated from your body as you realized the physical changes had finally completed. Your eyes begin to look around the room and you stare in wonder as reality begins to rewrite itself and change to make it seem as though you’d always been Johnny’s twin. Your decor changes to better match your new life, with decorations popping into existence which celebrates your new heritage and just further showcases your new younger life. Unknown to you, your clothes begin to change as well to become better accommodating for your new life.

As I finish rearranging your room, you feel a slight static shock shoot through your brain when I send in tons of new memories that detail your journey to becoming the adopted child of the parents who used to be your biological ones. Although you were Johnny’s twin, memories inform you that you were now the youngest twin, being born just a few minutes after Johnny. I couldn’t help but add a little twist to your wish and make it so now you’re both a twin and the youngest sibling in the family now. With new memories also informing you of your new relationship with your once-biological brother Dave, you couldn’t help but smile as my reality rewrite made it so now you’re close with both of your siblings now. 

With my mental changes, I decided to leave in the memories of your old life this time so you’d always know who you used to be. Given your desire to become close to Johnny, I figured it would be a good idea to keep those old memories, so you could remember all of the brotherly things you never got the chance to do with him. It was my way of reminding you and encouraging you to do those things you’ve always dreamed of. 

Leaving you alone to fully comprehend your new life after finishing my changes, you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that your wish has finally been fulfilled. You had now been given the ability to become closer to him than ever before. By becoming his twin, you now could relate to him on a whole new level and thus form that brotherly bond you had spent years desiring.

As if on cue, you hear a knock on the door and Johnny’s voice is heard from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?” he asks, which causes you to dive deep into your memories and figure out what he’s referring to. Within no time, you remember your plans with him to go to the beach to be horny young men and try to pick up some potential suitors.

Wasting no time, you quickly tell him you’ll be down in a second and you look around in your new wardrobe to find the perfect bathing suit to pick up some lovers. Fumbling around in your dresser drawers, you eventually find a blue-striped speedo and decide this was the perfect choice. Putting on a pair of athletic shorts and a snug tank top that shows off your impressive build, you quickly bound down the stairs and head out with Johnny towards the beach.

During the trek to the beach, you felt so happy as you and Johnny naturally engaged in conversation and playfully treated each other as brothers like you’d always wanted. Time passed so seamlessly that you didn’t even notice as you traversed from the grassy pathway into the sandy beach. The only time when it was made clear to you was the moment when your flip-flops immediately allowed your toes to become engulfed in the hot sand. 

Heading into the changing room with Johnny, you quickly take off your shorts and tank top and shower off after Johnny finishes. As you head back towards the beach, your face permanently has a wide grin plastered over it as you can’t help but feel so happy about your new life. Not only could you be closer to your brother, you now had a rocking body and a new chance at enjoying your youth. And based on how great you both looked, it seemed like a no brainer that you both were going to have a great night as well...

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Helping Out A Friend: Part III

If you haven’t read the previous entries, check out Part I and Part II.

I finally arrived back at the frat house, surprised that the frigid weather did not bother me during my walk. With my bigger build and how sweaty I was, the cold was welcomed with open arms rather than coldly rejected like how I used to feel about the weather. Once inside, I promptly kick off my shoes to get the snow off and quickly ascend the stairs. As I enter my room, I lock the door behind me as I drop off my gym bag just past the doorway. Heading over towards my bed, I groan as I fall back onto the mattress, where it warmly greets me with a slight bounce as I land.

I lay in bed to relax for a moment, the first break I’ve given myself since waking up. I shut my eyes as I exhale a sigh of relief and begin to reflect about my day so far. Thinking about my workout, I can’t help but still find myself in shock while considering the amount of weight that I lifted. I can’t deny that I begin to feel more of “Antonio’s” persona begin to spill out of me. After my first experience with the bar, I quickly found myself getting competitive with Brian throughout the session. I would quietly observe him doing a machine, and after he finished, I would take my turn. However, I found myself naturally trying to showcase my strength by adding more weight to a machine or doing more sets than he did. As Curtis, I wasn’t competitive in an athletic way. My competitive spirit was fairly tame, where the only time it was brought out was on academic-related options such as scoring the best on tests and leading a debate team or quiz bowl to victory. It was a strange feeling to allow all of that competitive nature to infiltrate me, but I can’t deny that it was cool to tap into a more manly form of competitive nature while still retaining the intelligence I had as Curtis.

Continuing to lie sprawled out on bed, I started to feel a wave of drowsiness wash over me. Thinking about my workout still, I begin to reason that the after-effects of my workout are finally beginning to make themselves known. “Well, it looks like I’m going to have to sleep in early tonight…” I say out loud, stretching my arms and legs out while attempting to stifle my yawn. “Oh fuck…” I angrily announce, suddenly remembering the frat party that Brian told me about. I knew that they would not let me miss it, but I was so tired that I needed to come up with some sort of solution to fix this drowsiness I felt. Deciding that it would be best to nap, I immediately sat up from my bed and stood up. Groaning because of my sore muscles, I quickly peel off my sweaty clothing so I could get ready to sleep. Despite my gangly frame that I despised, it was a natural step for me to sleep only in my underwear as Curtis. Luckily for myself, this habitual sleeping setup continued as Antonio. But with a body like this, it’s not really that strange of a desire anymore to show off my body (even if it’s exclusively for myself) given just how comfortable I’m finding myself as Antonio. Once I remove my garments, I smile as I look down and find myself only dressed in the bright red jockstrap that I wore to the gym. Falling back into the bed, I set my alarm for later in the evening and quickly drift off to sleep.

When the time comes, I’m awakened by the blaring tones of my alarm clock. Sitting up in bed, my eyes scan around the room until I reach the window. Looking out of it, I can see only darkness, sans the glowing ring light at the top right corner of the window belonging to a nearby street-light. Along with that vision, I hear the sound of deep bass echoing through the walls into my room. The party has already started, so I guess I better start getting ready before I miss it completely. Standing up and walking over to my closet, I grab one of the towels hanging and immediately exit the room to head to shower. With haste, I walk further down the hallway, where the music reverberates louder and louder along with a chorus of voices that slowly begin to emerge. I finally reach my destination and enter the bathroom, locking the door behind me. Immediately, I rip off my jockstrap and twist the shower knobs.

To allow the water to warm up, I head over to the toilet, where I sit down on the stool and unlock my phone. Curious to see how Antonio’s social media feed looks, I decide to open up Instagram to see who Antonio follows and anyone he finds attractive. While scrolling, my mind immediately ignores and swipes past any girls or any of Antonio’s frat brothers as my mind is exclusively curious to see what guys he actively follows. In previous discussions we’ve had, it seemed that his taste tended to be far different than mine, where his interests were primarily composed of beefy or bearish guys. This conversation seems to seem valid as I come across photos of other beefy and chubby guys that Antonio found attractive, but I soon go wide-eyed as I finally come across someone that I knew. “Oh shit!” I exclaim, looking at the screen and coming face-to-face with a selfie of the crush I had as Curtis… Gabe Simmons. 

To read Gabe’s story, click here.

While looking at the photo, I can’t believe that Antonio also found Gabe as hot as I did. I used to talk to him about Gabe constantly, but he never seemed to share the same interest in him as I did. From what I knew about the both of them, it seemed highly unlikely that they were friends given that Antonio wasn’t in a science major like me and Gabe were. On top of that, Gabe was in an entirely different social circle than Antonio, so I found it strange that he would be following Gabe. 

Continuing to scroll through Gabe’s feed, my eyes remain wide as I discover that every possible photo prior to the swap was liked by Antonio. While staring at his thick biceps, I can feel my dick slowly harden and grow wedged underneath the toilet seat. As I begin to feel the cool sensation of porcelain against my dickhead, I look down and begin to go into a vicious cycle of doubt. My mind goes rampant as I start to question everything and ponder what truly caused my dick to get hard. 

Was it just my attraction to Gabe or was it due to Antonio’s own muscle memory of staring at these same pictures and firming up at just the sight of the hunky nerd I was friends with? 

Was this another part of Antonio’s master plan of swapping with me? 

Was the whole fear of failing his last semester a ruse so he can get closer to the man we both seemingly wanted? 

My thoughts are soon interrupted as I look up and watch the steam from the shower slowly rise up towards the ceiling, notifying me that the water was finally warm enough. My boner still remains firm, but I decide not to take care of that right now as my mind continues to create conspiracy theories about what Antonio’s true intentions were for this swap.

In comparison to my first showering experience, this time goes quicker as my body goes on auto-pilot while my mind wanders to manic places. Once I finish, I twist the knobs until the water stops and then step out of the shower. After shaking the towel on my hair, I do a quick swipe down my torso and backside before finally tying the towel around my waist and leaving the bathroom.

Returning back into my room, I slam the door behind me and lock it. While I spent the majority of the day afraid of the concept of a frat party, I can’t help but be thankful for it now. The possibility of getting drunk and forgetting about my Antonio situation seems like paradise currently, so I move fast to get dressed and get downstairs. I rip off my towel and immediately begin to dry myself off rapidly. The majority of my body is dry, but there’s still one area left to lose some of that dampness. As I quickly pass the towel underneath my crotch, I polish off my crown jewels until my body is now completely dried off. I put on another jockstrap, a white one this time, and follow it up with a pair of denim jeans. I search through my closet for a shirt to fit the party vibe, but I’m unable to find one that truly stands out for me. 

Looking to compromise, I throw on a shirt for Jameson whiskey and shrug. “Parties involve drinking, so at least I’m somewhat on brand?” I think to myself as I pull the shirt down until it’s taunt around my biceps and over my pecs. When I look into the mirror, I look at my messy hair and decide I simply cannot be bothered with letting it dry it off completely. So, I grab a black cap off my dresser and place it on my head, twisting the bill towards my back as I finish my look. I pull out my phone and make a face as I take a few selfies to commemorate my first ever frat party. While looking at the photos, it’s clear by the look on my face that I’m not feeling in high spirits. However, eager to remedy my mood and not wanting to miss out on any more of the action, I left my room as I headed out down the stairs to the rowdy party that was already well underway…

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