Transformation Vacations: Australia

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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Interpreting Your Desires

“Whoa, what the fuck” I groggly say as I turn on the bathroom light to go take a piss. When I look in the mirror, I’m no longer met with my dorky visage, but rather the stunning features of my roommate Jeremy. I quickly shuffle into Jeremy’s bedroom to find it completely empty. Looking for a phone, I quickly grab it off of his nightstand and pace back into the bathroom. I watch as it springs to life and immediately opens due to his FaceID. Unable to believe what’s going on, I pull up the camera and turn on the front camera as I stare at the shocked expression plastered across Jeremy’s flawless face. Still in awe about how I’m no longer Toby, my old self, I take a selfie and stare at Jeremy’s body. Still trying to get used to my new body, I flex my large biceps and look at the tattoos and just think about how buff and masculine I look. While staring at my puffed out pecs, I recognize the tiny crystal perfectly settled within the valley of these enormous muscles and try to think about how this all happened.

I first met Jeremy on campus when he utilized my tutoring services to help him pass his general requirements in freshman year. For years now, I’ve had a crush on him, but the attraction has only grown the closer we got. Somehow, we’ve become close friends; so much so that we’re now rooming together for our senior year. Unfortunately for me, Jeremy is painfully straight, which is always made abundantly clear based on the constant female moans I always hear echoing through the walls. When it came time for me to come out to him, Jeremy surprised me by telling me he knew and didn’t mind the fact that I was gay. In fact, he even offered to be my wingman on Friday nights when we would go bouncing between the local gay club and straight bars. He was an awesome guy, but I wanted more than just his friendship, I wanted companionship. Luckily for me, last night was Jeremy’s birthday, so I knew it was the perfect opportunity to try and make him mine. 

Due to my hopeless desire to be with him, I was willing to try anything, so I spent several weeks scouring the internet for weeks looking for various spells. Of course, nothing worked due to the fact that spells aren’t real, so I just continued searching for any glimmer of possibility of my fantasy being fulfilled. One late night, I eventually came across a website that was selling several enchanted items. Looking at the various possibilities, I found myself intensely drawn towards this two-piece crystal necklace set. When clicking the link, the website stated that when both the purchaser and the subject wear their corresponding necklace, their inner most desires will be fulfilled. Looking at the crystal charm on the necklace one more time, I decided to bite the bullet and send this random website my $59.99 + shipping just on the off-chance that my desires could actually come true.

“But bro, why am I Jeremy instead of him being my boyfriend…” I say out loud, quickly coming back to reality. Still not used to hearing his voice coming out of my mouth and also confused by my use of words like “bro”, my hands instinctively reach for my throat as my mind still gets confused trying to wrap my brain around it all. Curious about what happened to my body, I turn out of the bathroom and walk down the hallway, eventually finding myself outside my old room. Quickly knocking on the door, I wait until the door opens and I’m greeted to my old body. 

“Whoa, how am I staring at myself” my old body cries out, the understandable state of shock spreading across his face. “Uh bro, I kind of ordered a magical necklace that said it would fulfill our inner desires. I thought it was going to be a waste of time, but I guess it worked…” I quickly say, watching as my old face tries to register what I just said. “So, what was your desire then?” I hear him say in his now higher voice. “Uh, well, I really liked you and wanted to be closer to you.” Toby’s face goes blank as he understands the whole reason of the necklace present and finally connects the dots. Somewhat afraid of the power the necklace seemingly has, Toby quickly took off his necklace and threw it across the room in fear. Still curious about why we swapped bodies instead of him just becoming gay and finding me attractive, I quickly ponder “Well, what was your desire then?” 

His eyes quickly dart down as he tilts his head down in shame.

“Well, I kind of wished to be more like you. I always wished I was smarter like you and wasn’t such an idiot at school… I mean, I always felt so dumb next to you whenever you had to teach me about Psychology and math.” Toby says, which causes me to realize that his desire was what caused this. My obsession with Jeremy’s body and his desire to be smart like me just caused the necklaces to swap our bodies since that was the easiest fix. While thinking about our friendship, I struggle to remember any of my days as a tutor. In fact, thinking about tutoring only gives me memories of where I met Toby and he spent hours trying to teach me the simplest ideas. “Whoa, you really did take my intelligence bro.” I say, leaning against the doorway as I close my eyes and rub my head. I continue to try to force myself to think about my previous education. However, I struggle to pull up any information from the various classes I took in my old body. In fact, I stumble to even remember simple math problems as I think back to my high school days. When I begin to think about science and experiments, the only thing that comes to mind is various exercises and diet information such as portioning food and various diets to help me gain muscle.

Watching me in curiosity, Toby pulls his glasses down and stares as he heads over to his desk and pulls out his textbook. “Well, I suppose if I do have this newfound knowledge, I better take advantage of it!” He says as he grabs a notebook on the desk and begins working. “So like, you don’t want to swap back bro? What about your body?” I say, confused about how to proceed. His total acceptance of his situation has left me even more off-balance as I try to get adjusted to my new body. Toby turns to look at me before matter-of-factly saying “Well, I obviously loved my body since I spent so much time working on it. But, I do think it’s a no-brainer to sacrifice it to get all of this intelligence. Like, Jeremy, you had a full job lined up as Toby after graduating where you’d be making six figures. My old body had no aspirations other than working out and fucking nonstop.” He says with a light chuckle. I look at him in confusion as he smiles at me and asks “Are you happy with this?”

Thinking about his question, I begin to ponder if this is actually a blessing in disguise. I had no passion for that career Toby mentioned anyway, so I like the idea of having tons of possibilities in terms of what I can do after graduating. I mean, sure I’m a lot dumber and struggle in college, but at least it’s my senior year and I already helped Jeremy take the hard classes prior to the swap. So now, I can just cruise by with these last few classes and be free from the embarrassment of college learning. I start to smile as I imagine the possible paths my future can go now. I could become a personal trainer and help people get as buff as me, or I could even go harder with these gains and start professionally bodybuilding. “You know what, you’re right dude!” I say with a laugh. “This is fucking rad!” I continue as I start flexing my muscles and get turned on thinking about waking up as Jeremy every day. Toby looks up from his textbook and flashes a quick smile and says “Well, I’m glad it’s settled then”, before quickly diving back into his studies.

Ready to get out of this apartment and explore the town with my new body, I quickly turn around and head out of Toby's room and towards my new room. I scan the room and pick up the various clothes strewn across the floor. Standing out to me, I quickly grab a light blue tank top and some shorts along with my phone. I run down the hallway with ease as my muscular body suffers no strain from the fast jog. I’ve had to run down the hallway multiple times when I was running late for classes, and in my old body, I was constantly out of breath with just that short distance. While running past Toby’s room, I quickly scream out to him, “See you later Toby, I’m going out!” As I get into the living room and start putting on my sneakers, I watch as his door opens as he quickly peeks his head out. He quickly says “Alright, see you later” and slams the door. I laugh and think happily about how great he feels with his new body. I didn’t expect him to take it so well, but I’m glad it didn’t lead to tons of drama. I mean, personally, I wouldn’t want to be stuck studying smart shit in those various textbooks all day, but if that’s what makes him happy, I’m glad I could help somehow. Happily thinking about how nice it is to be freed from my intelligence in exchange for this body, I hop into my car and speed off. It’s impossible to keep my tight shorts from tenting as I drive and keep thinking about how many of those twinks will be throwing themselves at me once I get to the gay club. I quickly pull out my phone and download Grindr. I snap a few pictures of my swole muscles and post one onto the new account, eager to see how many messages I can receive once I reach my destination.

I suppose Toby was right, we truly did get what we’ve always desired...

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Jock-Strapped!

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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Purrfect Punishment

With just a few days before Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t help but mentally scold myself for my behavior. I had a great relationship with my boyfriend James, but it seemingly wasn’t enough for me. My hormones got the best of me and I began to enjoy the company of other men. It first started out with simple flirting with other guys, but soon my interests moved towards hookup sites, where I’d tell James I was working late just so I could cover my indiscretions. It wasn’t even the fact that he wasn’t good in bed, we were often physically intimate with each other and thus very much enjoyed each other’s company. Something just wasn’t satisfying me as much anymore, so my thoughts and my body began to wander farther and farther from him. 

After foolishly leaving open up my laptop in the living room while I ran to the bathroom, James stumbled across the device after getting home from work. To his horror, he was greeted to the sight of all of my various secret sexting conversations with various men all around the city. Thinking back, I can’t help but wonder if my mind purposely forgot to close the laptop so he could find it. I knew my behavior was wrong and yet I couldn’t stop myself, maybe I needed him to find it so I could force myself to stop due to shame. 

Despite the possibility of my subconscious desire to get caught, I’ll never be able to forgive myself for my behavior. As I came out from the bathroom and took sight of his tear-soaked face illuminated by the computer that contained all my clandestine meetings, I felt so much shame and disgust with myself for hurting him like this. Understandably, James quickly kicked me out of our apartment while he attempted to process my behavior and figure out what went wrong. Quickly packing up a suitcase full of some clothing, I headed out with my head hung in shame as I searched to find a new place to stay for the time being.

Thankfully, I was able to score prime lodging in the form of my best friend’s couch for the time being, so I spent the next several days wallowing in self-hatred and longing for the ability to make things right with James. I wanted to fix this, but I knew it was going to have to wait given the poor timing. It was just my luck that he discovered my affairs the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, so I couldn’t help but curse my stars for such terrible timing.

As I cried myself to sleep one night, I couldn’t help but wish that I was back with James. I’d do anything to be back with him and show him that I understand that I hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was more than willing to repent in any way he wanted just so I could have the chance to be with my boyfriend once more.

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t help but feel extremely strange. My skin felt incredibly itchy and warm and I felt very disoriented when I looked around from the couch. Everything seemed larger than it was the night prior, so I couldn’t help but twist my head in curiosity and try to figure out what’s going on. “Whoa, what the fuck is going on!” I say, my mind still somewhat groggy from just waking up. To my surprise, the words I thought didn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, my ears perked up in shock as a long “Meowwww” escaped from my mouth. 

Looking down, I gasped as I came to notice a pelt of hair now adorning my once relatively muscular and larger body. Spread out across the couch, I couldn’t help but notice that every inch of my body was now covered in a pelt of grey and white fur. Staring at my hands, I’m horrified by the sight of a furry set of paws. I groan as I already dearly miss the opposable thumbs I seemingly took advantage of. Twisting my body around, I stand upright and awkwardly stumble as I try to get used to my new stance as a quadrupedal creature. Feeling a weird sensation near my rear, I look behind me and take note of my new appendage in the form of a tail. I watch as it naturally sways in motion as I try to comprehend what’s going on.  I’m shocked and scared as to how this happened to me, but before I could even come close to trying to come to terms with my new identity and body, my ears go upright as I’m greeted to the screams of my best friend.

Looking towards the kitchen, I take sight of my friend, who seemingly just woke up as well based on the fact that he was clad only in a pair of briefs. “Get the hell out of here you dumb cat!” He screams, causing me to ignore my discomfort walking on four legs and instantly go into a fast sprint. A scared yelp comes out of my mouth as I search for an escape. Eventually, my eyes meet an open window close to the couch that I had been calling my temporary home. Eager to escape from the wraith of my best friend, my feline body naturally climbs up the couch until I’m close enough to quickly jump onto the window ledge and slide my thinner body through the cracked window.

Jumping down off the ledge, I expected some sort of pain as my four legs met the pavement, but I’m shocked to feel no twinge of pain whatsoever. Somewhat relieved to not be injured, I lean closer towards the buildings meeting the pavement as I try to avoid the sea of humans walking around with haste from destination to destination. Unsure of where I could go, my mind can only think of James, which I realize was luckily only a few minute walk from my friend’s house. Of course, the trek takes a bit longer given my smaller form, but in no time, I’ve reached the apartment complex that we used to live in. Waiting around, I cower by a mail dropbox on the sidewalk and wait for my chance to get inside.

Eventually, I watch as a woman carrying a handful of groceries finally comes along. I remember her as being an annoying tenant who lives a few doors down from us, but all of that is forgiven if I’m able to sneak my way in behind her. I wait as she gains access to the building and quickly props open the door with her heel so she can pick up her bags of groceries and head on inside before she gets locked out. Knowing that this is my only shot, I quickly dart past her as she struggles to grab every bag. Excited and hopeful that James can help me, I quickly traverse up the stairs and stumble over my paws as I walk toward the door of our apartment. 

Once I reach the door, I attempt to call out for James, desperate for him to hear my pleas and come to my rescue. However, I forget that my body can no longer produce words, so all that could come out of my mouth are a few varying meows. With no response, I lean against the door and use my front paws to slide up the door until I’m back on two legs. I slide my paws up and down against the door, with a scratching noise ringing out as my claws come out and sink deeper into the wood door. 

To my joy, I begin to hear footsteps heading my way until I see the shadow of two feet appear under the crack of the door. I purr in joy as the door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of my ex-boyfriend. He looks up at me in confusion, quickly saying “Well hello there, who are you huh?” and flashing an adorable smile. My body goes rigid as he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “Let’s go find your owners ok?” he says as he closes the door behind him. Of course, his search for my missing owners is pointless when after an hour of searching, no one in the building is able to claim me as their pet. 

Defeated, he returns to his door and sets me back down on the ground as he looks at me with curiosity. “Well, what should we do with you now huh?” He ponders, trying to think about what the best course of action is. Thinking about it, I knew that there was a likelihood that he could either send me back out onto the street or call animal control to come get me. Worried about that possibility, I knew I had to act fast to try and get him to take me in for the time being. Leaning into my new cat identity, I walk over to his leg and nuzzle against it, feeling somewhat surprised as I purr in contentment at just how good it felt. James couldn’t help but chuckle at my behavior and quickly picked me up and looked down at me being cradled within his tattooed arms. 

“Well, since no one claimed you and you’re too cute to send away, I guess I can keep you for the time being. I’ll post some flyers around town as well, but until then, I guess you can stay with me…” He calmly said to me, which made me feel so calm as he spoke so softly. Leaning down, he kissed the top of my head and ran his fingers behind my ears, which caused a series of purrs to escape from my mouth. I didn’t know it, but James couldn’t help but feel quite happy to have stumbled upon this cat on his doorstep. Given his depression over the breakup, it was as if the universe had given him the perfect gift to move on from his boyfriend’s devastating revelation. 

Bringing me inside, he placed me on his shoulder as he gave me a tour of the place that once used to be my home. It was so strange trying to come to terms with the furniture that I once used daily now looking incredibly daunting and huge due to my smaller size. I was eager to find a way to fix this, but I soon found some problems due to my inability to verbalize my desires or search the internet. After a few months of unsuccessful attempts to get a release from my cat form, I eventually gave up on my quest for becoming a human again. It had been months by this point and I had slowly adapted to my new life. Over time, I forgot more about my old life as Travis, the human and began to accept my new identity as Leo, the cat. The universe seemingly punished me for my behavior, but I couldn’t exactly be mad at the punishment dealt to me. It definitely wasn’t the life I envisioned, but I could at least be thankful that I had the opportunity to be back with James again… one way or another.

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Ouija Boards Don’t Have A Sense of Humor

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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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College is Transformative - Part I

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. 

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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