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Helping Out A Friend: Part III
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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So I've always loved chubby dudes, and I am one myself, but my jock brother always makes me feel inferior to him, always insulting me on my weight. I was wondering if you could show him what it's like to be as chubby as me, and show him all the benefits that come with it.
Punishing Your Big Brother
Thanks for reaching out, I can definitely understand why you reached out to me. It’s never a great thing to be insulted, but it’s always worse when it comes from your own family. I personally relate to your troubles, so I’m going to help you. Don’t worry though, I’m not going to add some twist to your wish.
Luckily, I have just a perfect idea to get your older brother to learn what it’s like to not be a well-sculpted muscle jock. Based on his behavior, I believe that a little bit of humiliation is necessary for your brother to start to comprehend the message you’re trying to get across. So, I think the best course of action would be for me to enchant some of his clothing. In particular, I’m enchanting his workout gear and jockstraps. The enchantment on these items will last for three days to give him plenty of opportunities to wear them.
I could totally relate and understand your glee as you watched your brother head out to go workout at the local gym the next day. Your mind ran rampant as you thought about just how big your brother would grow during his gym session.
You couldn’t watch as he transformed, but I certainly did. I watched as he bench pressed several sets, unaware of his arms bulging and growing more and more flabby with each passing set. While using a set of dumbbells, I was surprised as he noticed his pecs puffing out larger and larger from underneath his shirt. But, given his cocky demeanor, he thought nothing was amiss. In fact, he believed that his pecs had only gotten much more muscular than he remembered. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his blatant ignorance of his changes as his mind wouldn’t allow himself to think anything was amiss.
Next, I watched him do a series of set-ups, oblivious to the increasing resistance that was centralizing on his stomach. It was quite hot to watch as his abs quickly disappeared from existence and a thick gut pushed forth from his torso. As he ran on the treadmill, he couldn’t tell that his thighs were thickening with each minute of running. The only reason that he noticed was when he began to feel his thighs rub against each other. However, he thought nothing of it and just widened his running stance to compensate.
Finally finished with his workout, he headed into the locker room. As he passed some fellow gym-goers, he failed to notice their snickering, laughing as they realized just how chunky he had become since they last saw him.
Upon exiting the shower, I maniacally chuckled as I watched him wipe away the fog and finally allowed for the illusion of his amazing musculature to become shattered. My levels of anticipation were not disappointed as I watched him shriek in disgust as he put his thicker hands on his gut. Confused, he jiggled the large gut he had just manifested as his face contorted into a look of revulsion. He groaned as he cupped his flabby pecs and watched them shake with every single step he took.
It was no surprise to me that he immediately got dressed in his now too-tight workout clothes and bolted out of the gym. By the way he entered the house in haste, you knew that something was up. He ran up the stairs, which now creaked under the increased weight he had accumulated. While he sprinted up the stairs, he grew increasingly repulsed as he felt his entire body jiggle in response to every step. He slammed the door and fell into his bed, where he began to cry and mourn for the loss of his god-like physique.
Of course, when I said that I didn’t do a twist, I was lying. Upon his workout, I made it so his friends and family (other than you and him) had their reality shifted to believe that both you and your brother have always been chubby. I figured it would cause too much of a fuss to have everyone in your family become as equally shocked by his growth. Now, only you and your brother knew how he used to be. As he came downstairs, you gasped in shock as he returned wearing nothing but one of his workout jock straps. Despite the fact that I altered reality, I neglected to change his clothing to fit his more flabby form. You asked what was going on, but he just simply said that nothing in his closet fit anymore. You attempted to conceal your chuckle when your father referred to your brother as “big boy”, especially given the fact that your brother used to taught you with derogatory terms like that. Your brother just simply crossed his arms across his flabby pectorals and headed towards the couch to join you.
Unable to pretend that nothing happened, you ask him what happened to him and he recounts his story about his magical gym session. You act surprised rather well, making it as if you had no clue what was happening. Before you could continue your conversation, your mother interrupts you to say that it’s dinner time. As you walk over with him, you take the opportunity to whisper in his ear. “Go ahead and pig out a bit, you don’t have to worry about counting calories anymore”, which makes him look at you in shock.
As both of you take your place at the table, you’re shocked to see your brother adapting quicker than you thought. He begins stacking his plate with food, more food than you’d ever seen him eat before. Just like you, I was shocked at just how well he was adapting. I hadn’t included any mental changes for him, so it’s amazing just how well he’s leaning into his chubbier body.
After dinner, you both sat on the couch and watched TV, making small talk about school and sports as if nothing major had happened. There were several moments however where you watched him look down and explore his nearly naked body. He’d run his hands along his distended gut or feel his flabby arms, jiggling them and recognizing the loss of the thick solid muscle he once had.
“You ok dude? You’re taking your growth surprisingly well…” you ask, curious as to what’s going on with him. He turns and looks to you, responding with a calm “Yeah, I’m doing surprisingly ok. I mena, I obviously miss those muscles and the endless babes that it scored me, but being a chub like you isn’t too bad I suppose…” he says, taking a swig of his remaining beer can.
With the commercial break ending, you both direct your attention back to the TV as you both finish your cans of beer and you get up to throw them in the trash. As you’re walking away, you gasp in shock as you hear a deep belch reverberate around the room, causing your brother to chuckle at his behavior. It was so strange to think that just a few hours prior that your brother was an absolute jock, a drop-dead lady killer who constantly ridiculed the type of man he had now become.
As you sit back down on the couch and continue to watch TV, you realize that the ball is in your court now. Will you tell your brother about the source of his weight gain or will you ignore it and have him keep the jock strap on? You consider the possibilities for both. If you have him take it off and not wear it again within the next three days, the magic ends and he remains as chubby as he is now. If you have him wear any of the enchanted clothes and go workout again, you can get him to grow even further and make it so he’s permanently the bigger brother in every sense of the word. Maybe you could even attend the gym with him just to watch the changes occur for yourself…
Hmm, much to think about if I do say so myself!

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Streamer To Subscriber - Part II
If you haven’t read Part I of this story, please check it out here!
When Dan was jolted awake by an alarm, he knew something strange was going on. Given that he had no job, there was no reason for him to have an alarm waking him up. As he rubbed his eyes and opened them fully, his already fast-beating chest began to pound even harder as he no longer found himself in his bedroom. The room he was in seemed somewhat familiar, but his sleepy daze prevented him from fully realizing his new location at first. Rolling out of bed, as Dan jumped to his feet, he was surprised by just how light on his feet he was. Looking down, he soon realized the reason behind this. In his downward glare, Dan grew shocked as he no longer found his chubby paunch bulging forth from his torso. Moving his hands towards the missing weight he had fallen asleep with, he explored his torso, where his palms felt a physique that was a far cry from his own. He was much leaner and had a decent amount of muscle, which was made obvious even through the black t-shirt he found himself wearing. In his shock, he desperately searched around the room until his eyes met the reflection staring back in the mirror. Dan couldn’t believe it, but staring back at him was the reflection of his unknowing rival Hasan Piker.
Gasping in disbelief, Dan fell to the floor in shock, knocking over a computer monitor due to the sudden revelation. Unable to believe that this was really happening, Dan crawled closer to the mirror to verify that what he was seeing was reality. Through the series of facial expressions and hand motions that Dan made, it confirmed the fact that he was in fact Hasan Piker now. Still not believing that this was happening to him, Dan searched for a cell phone. In his desperate search, he prayed that the camera of a cell phone would give him a third opinion different from what he subconsciously knew was reality for him now.
Upon finding the phone and pulling up the camera app while remaining on the floor, Dan knew there was no way to deny the fact that he was now the famous streamer. Taking several selfies just for safe measure, the unhappy look on his face was made evident as he realized that something fucked up had happened to him.

“What the literal fuck is going on?” Dan angrily stated as he continued to glare into the mirror. He had wished for revenge on Hasan, but he didn’t mean for that to happen at the expense of losing his own body. No matter how unhappy he had previously been, there was no way that he wanted to give up his family and friends just to lead to the destruction of Hasan’s career. However, he couldn’t deny that he liked the voice that he heard coming out of his mouth. He loved it so much in fact that he began to just talk out loud just to hear the deep timbre of his new voice. Even despite his anger, his body made itself known in terms of its enjoyment by the rapidly hardening dick that was making itself visible through his sweatpants.
Dan knew that he didn’t want this, but as he rubbed his hand against his throbbing member, he couldn’t deny that there was some part of him that enjoyed this. Deciding that he wanted to take a closer look, Dan quickly jumped to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom. Despite the still-confusing scenario, it was impossible for a grin to manifest itself between his trimmed facial hair as yet another mirror confirmed his new visage. This wasn’t what he had meant by getting revenge on Hasan, but he did have to admit that he was impressed by the power of that Dark Web individual. No longer did he have to be jealousy of Hasan and his lifestyle, it was his now!
Deciding that he wanted to get a more holistic view of his body, Dan began to take more photos on his phone, tilting the phone at various angles to get a better idea of how he fully looked. He knew that Hasan was a gorgeous man, but it was crazy to experience seeing that hunky reflection staring back at him. The concept of having his life and body was fully dawning on him now, and he couldn’t deny how erotic that was to him. It was no surprise to Dan as he felt his dick reach the peak level of hardness in response.
Eager to continue exploring, Dan promptly ripped off his clothing until all that he was left wearing was a pair of powder blue boxer briefs. His hand automatically continued to take selfies as he took off each piece of clothing. It was a private strip-tease for himself, and it was clear that he was beginning to love every second of it. As he took one final picture, he pinched his toned stomach to prove this wasn’t a dream and also remind himself of just how skinny he was.

As he felt his throbbing member beginning to leak from within his underwear, Dan decided the best course of action would be to finally take a good look at his new equipment. He knew that he was rather small in terms of endowment as Dan, but with Hasan’s body, Dan no longer had to deal with that trouble. Now, he had a thick penis that would definitely make him irresistible with the guys. He moaned in wicked pleasure as he imagined himself inviting guys over to pleasure him in any way he demanded. He now had a level of innate dominance that he never had a chance of having as Dan.
No longer willing to wait, Dan slid his hand around his thicker shaft and began to stroke. Despite having spent years doing it, the action in his new body felt completely euphoric as if it was his first time. Stepping into the shower as he continued to thrust his manhood in pulsating pleasure, it took no time at all before he was close to climaxing. It didn’t help his pleasure hearing Hasan’s husky voice allow deep moans echo all around the bathroom. Within a minute of stepping into the shower, Dan was shooting ropes of semen against the glass shower door.
Upon catching his breath after his quick jerk-off session, Dan gained post-nut clarity and immediately began to think about what to do with his day. While imagining some plans for his day, Dan’s body went on autopilot as he washed himself off. Although he couldn’t help but feel turned on once more as he rubbed his biceps and ran his bigger hands across his pelt of chest hair, Dan had his mind set on something so he quickly dried off and headed towards his computer.
While sitting at his desk and coming to the realization that Hasan was probably coming to realize his own changes, Dan was quick to jump into action to prevent his secret from coming out. After heading onto Hasan’s various social media platforms such as Twitter and Instagram, Dan quickly blocked his old social media accounts to prevent Hasan from trying to reveal the secret of their swap. Sure, no one would believe the real Hasan’s pleas, but Dan didn’t want to even leave the possibility that even one person would come to understand the swap and believe it as reality.
With this potential hassle out of the way, Dan paced around his apartment and took note of just how well-equipped he now is for streaming on Twitch. His pacing ultimately led him to Hasan’s closet, where Dan spent several minutes exploring his clothing options and trying to decide on an outfit. Still feeling turned on by his hunky body, Dan decided the best course of action would be to wear the tightest clothing possible to show off his physique. As a result, Dan immediately pulled out a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of tight compression shorts and put them on.
Looking into the bedroom mirror, Dan was undoubtedly wowed by the sight of his biceps being proudly displayed and the modest shelf of pectorals that now bulged forth from the tank-top. Turning into the mirror to stare at his shorts, he couldn’t help but give props to Hasan for giving him such a prime body to make his own. With his bulging thighs built with solid muscle, Dan was impressed by just how amazing he looked in the shorts. His ass was now rather promising and his bulge was constantly apparent as well even while soft.
Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Hasan losing all of this. He knew that his dick was much smaller than Hasan’s and his body was clearly not in as good of shape. But that realization just furthered Dan’s joy about the reality of their swap. Hasan wouldn’t be able to rely on his body and personality to get attention anymore. He’d have to work like a real man in Dan’s older body and learn how to make a career for himself while being jobless during a pandemic.
Curious, Dan glances at the clock and comes to the realization that it’s about time for Hasan to start his daily stream. Although he was a bit nervous about trying to replicate Hasan’s behavior, Dan knew it would be better if he just pretended like nothing had changed and it was just business as usual for “Hasan”. So, after taking a deep breath and setting up his camera, he started his Twitch and tweeted out the link for his thousands of followers to flood into the stream.
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It was at this moment when the real Hasan received the notification on his new phone telling him that Hasan Piker was going live on Twitch. In shock at the fact that this body snatcher was just fully pretending to be him as if nothing happened, Hasan clicked the link to join the stream.
When Hasan watched his old face fill up the screen with a bright smile, his portly new body immediately grew furious. He desperately searched for a chat box to reach out to the man pretending to be him and announce that he’s the real Hasan, but his search for any way to communicate with the imposter came up empty. Upon realizing that there was no chat box, Hasan grew nervous as he began to realize that this had to have been a user that had been banned from his stream previously. He himself had been involved in very few of the bans dished out on his stream, so he couldn’t possibly narrow down whose body he is currently occupying. At this moment, Hasan scolded himself for not being more involved in the bans given the fact that his moderators often banned people immediately any time they attempted to be offensive before he could even notice it. Thinking about the numbers that his streams normally got, he knew that there had to be at least thousands of possibilities in terms of people he could have possibly swapped with. This ever increasing mystery just furthered his anger in regards to his new situation.
At first, the stream started out normal like Hasan’s previous streams. For the first couple hours, Hasan watched as Dan perfectly replicated Hasan’s quirks and speech and played the video games he often did on stream. With Hasan observing such well-rehearsed behavior, he knew that this wasn’t just some simple fan. This was a guy who knew everything about Hasan after watching endless hours of his content. It was so wildly unnerving just how well the imposter was able to be him that chills ran down Hasan’s spine.
However, after the imposter decided to take a break from the gaming session, Hasan became incredibly shocked at what then happened. It started out simple, with the imposter reading out any flirtatious comment and thanking them for their support. But as the compliments kept pouring in, “Hasan” began to grow more and more confident in his new form. He began to flex his muscles in his camera and talk about his body. Narcissism wasn’t completely brand new to Hasan’s streams, where he would often brag about his political contacts and do workout videos on stream but under the guise of “educating”. But this blatant narcissism was incredibly shocking to the real Hasan, who was left mouth agape at what was transpiring on his screen.
After a viewer complimented his clothing choice, Dan couldn’t help but chuckle and continue to brag about his body. “Thanks man, I was feeling really proud of my body this morning. When I was getting ready, I thought I might as well show it off right?!” He said, both his wide grin and tone indicating an intense sense of glee. Thankfully, the camera was only focused on the torso up, because if it was any lower it would have shown “Hasan’s” fully throbbing dick pressed against the tight compression shorts and begging for some kind of release. Prior to the pandemic, he used to have some form of luck in the romance field. But with Hasan’s body, Dan was feeling an intense sense of desire from his viewers and that only made him more proud of his plan working out how it did.
Watching this transpire, Hasan grew increasingly agitated as he watched this imposter turn his channel into a page for individuals to just talk about how hot he was. He obviously felt somewhat good to see those kinds of comments directed towards his real body, but as he sat down and looked down at his flabby gut, his anger finally reached a boiling point. He had to do something to get his body back or at least make his presence known to the imposter. Due to this, Hasan quickly unlocked his phone and attempted to show himself to the fake Hasan on all of this man’s social media accounts. However, every possible attempt was blocked given Dan’s forethought about this very situation. Hasan even tried to create another Twitch account to try and comment on the stream, but due to Twitch shadow-banning the IP address, Hasan was left completely abandoned in his new life with no way of interacting with his old self.
Unable to figure out what to do, Hasan slammed the lid of his computer shut. As he hung his head in sadness, he once again caught sight of his body. The ball of fat attached to his torso left him feeling emotionally compromised. On its own, losing your body is already terrible, but it’s even worse when you lose it to a body that constantly reminds you of one of your worst times of your life. Every time he looked down, Hasan was constantly reminded of his chubby upbringing and it just made his mind immediately recollect those moments of self-loathing. Sure, being beefy or chubby wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was a problem for him personally. He used to get bullied for his chubby appearance and every possible attempt to lose weight back then ended up being useless for the young Hasan. That’s why he began working out even harder once he grew up so he could finally lose that weight and gain the physique that had just been so easily taken from him.
Before he could proceed any further, a knock on his door startled him and made him jump in his seat. “Uh, who is it?” Hasan asked, still startling himself when he heard his new voice. The voice on the opposite side of the door informed him that it was his mother and that she had just finished cooking lunch. As if on cue, Hasan began to feel a rumble echo through his large stomach, indicating this body’s desire for food as soon as possible. Unable to resist the growling stomach, he quickly responded with an “Ok, I’ll be right there!” and got up from his seat. Looking around the room, he pulled on a 2XL shirt and a pair of large basketball shorts and headed into the bathroom. After running a comb through his shorter hair and running his hands through his facial hair and taking note of the bushier untrimmed beard, Hasan cringed in discomfort and headed towards the kitchen.
As he took his seat at the table and his “mother” brought the various dishes of food to the table, the hunger began to take up priority in his mind. Unable to resist the temptation, Hasan immediately began to fill his plate with food, stacking food if possible. He hadn’t been hungry prior, but upon seeing all of the delectable food this stranger’s mother had made, he began to crave everything. He felt intense shame at first, but as he fully stuffed himself, that feeling began to change. He couldn’t stop himself from filling up his hefty gut and with each bite it provided a temporary relief that made him forget about his dire situation.
After several helpings of food and having his appetite finally sated, Hasan excused himself from the table and wobbled his way up the stairs and back into his bedroom. It was strange as he walked, feeling his large gut slosh around with its contents filling him up to the brim. Entering his bedroom, Hasan instinctually patted his stomach in contentment. Pacing across the room, he placed himself onto his bed and continued to pat his engorged gut.
As he ran his hands over his gut, he soon felt a weird feeling of tranquility pass through his body. He felt surprisingly good after his lunch, and as a few belches escaped from his throat, he decided that maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He knew that he wanted his body back, but he didn’t mind the fact that he was seemingly able to truly relax and not worry about calorie counting and gym workouts for the time being. Sure, he hated his new body, but he knew this was going to be a long process before he could get his body back. While he’s in this shitty situation, it would probably be the most beneficial to try and make the best out of it. He definitely didn’t want to spiral into a sea of deep depression and apathy about getting his body back, so he decided to try and be as upbeat as possible about it.
Deciding he better shower and officially start his day, he headed into his bathroom and took off his clothes. Unwilling to let himself get depressed over the sight of his new body, Hasan ignored the mirrors completely and immediately stepped into the shower. This same process happened as he got out of the shower and began to dry himself off.
After getting dressed once more, Hasan finally took a closer glance at his bedroom for the time being. As his eyes caught sight of the art easel, he decided that it could possibly be a good form of expression to remain calm in his situation. So, he pulled a large chair towards the easel and plopped his chubby ass into it. Deciding to try and freestyle his painting, Hasan grabbed some paintbrushes and began to try his best to paint his feelings and calm down...
While Hasan began to do this activity, the fun of “Hasan’s” stream only continued. If Hasan had taken a look at the stream upon finishing his shower, he would have been completely traumatized. As the thirsty comments continued to pour in and beg the streamer for more, Dan essentially began to take the role of a stripper. Playfully making eyes with the camera, viewers were left foaming at the mouth as “Hasan” took off his shirt to everyone’s glee. It was an incredibly erotic experience for everyone involved. Dan could only stare in shock as his viewer numbers skyrocketed due to word of mouth about his strip show. As tons of donations poured in and countless subscribers joined to watch the political commentator take a break and fully embrace his role as a gorgeous example of masculinity, Dan couldn’t help but smile at the camera as he finally got to live a life he always wanted for himself...
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May I get the spirit of a dead jock, the meathead bro with an obsession with muscles and being manly to cohabit my body and basically force me to become manly too? It's like being my own personal trainer in my own body, since I can't mentally for the life of me start working out on my own and too shy to ask for help. I'd like it if his presence makes my body change to better serve him too.
A Special Kind of Athletic Supporter
For years now, you’ve imagined the concept of becoming a jock. To replace those spindly frail arms of yours with the ripped musculature of thick forearms and beefy biceps. To widen your thighs, not with fat, but with well-defined thigh muscles. However, every time you got close to putting this plan into motion, your fears got the best of you and you kept dropping the idea. This process happened yearly, but this year, however, was different for you. As your thin frame (and especially your gut) began to slightly puff out from the never-ending meal swipes you had at university, you knew you had to finally suck it up and begin the process of working out. It was just coming to the end of January and the situation was growing more prominent as you now struggled to conceal your growth with your larger clothing.
So here you were, standing outside the university gym and trying to get your social anxiety under control before you fully took the plunge. You knew you needed to do this for your own happiness. Although you were a fan of guys of all body sizes, you just always were enamored with the concept of being a muscular guy. The fact that you were not similar to your ideal appearance just made you lose even more of your already record-low confidence. Swallowing down the lump in your throat, you nodded in self-assurance as you finally stepped into the gym.
Walking in, you looked around as you took in the sights of the large intimidating gym. The sea of ripped guys and girls working out was even more intimidating to you, but you tried to hype himself up, thinking to yourself that one day you’d be like those guys. Eager to finally begin the process, you quickly swiped your ID card at the front desk and entered the locker room towards the right side of the building.
Once you entered, you had to steady yourself as you were given an incredibly sexy vision of a sea of buff men nearly naked sans their jockstraps and possible compression gear. Walking past them, you felt intimidated by both their size and height, as almost every guy was taller than your petit 5’2”. As you walked farther back into the locker room, it became a struggle to hide your engorged member.
Eventually, you made your way to the back of the locker room and breathed a sigh of relief as you found no one residing there. Setting down your backpack, you awkwardly look around to make sure no one is around. With the coast being clear, you begin to undress, taking off your buttoned-up shirt and jeans until all that’s left are your simple white briefs. Looking down, your nervous face turns into a slight frown as you look at the small section of fat prominently residing around your gut. You were thankful that you were able to hide it with your clothing for so long, but it wasn’t enough anymore. You needed to burn that fat away immediately and indefinitely.
Setting both your gym clothes and your street clothes into two piles on the bench, you look around once more as you gingerly prepare to take off your underwear. However, right before you switch into some boxer briefs, your eyes take note of an abandoned jockstrap on the floor near the other end of the empty bench. Walking down, you look at the undergarment and grab it, beginning to inspect the black jockstrap. It looks freshly clean, and as you decide to give it a slight whiff, you find that you cannot detect any scent that could resemble sweat. In fact, it smelled freshly washed, with the scent of a laundry detergent being the only thing you could take note of.
You couldn’t describe it, but the longer you held it, an intense desire to wear it began to amplify. It wasn’t used luckily, and you couldn’t deny that you found jockstraps sexy. For years, you had seen men in tight form-fitting ones online and in porn. You wished to be ripped like them, so you told yourself that you should wear clothes like them too. Making sure no one was around once more, you rip off your white briefs and quickly pull the jockstrap up over your genitals. Once it’s on your body, you can’t help but feel slightly attractive. You never would have worn a jockstrap on your own volition, so you can’t help but feel a little thankful for the mysterious jockstrap that you had come across. Given that you were about to work out and hopefully have a body worthy of the jockstrap, you also theorized that by wearing it, it could be your way of encouraging yourself to have the best body you could.
Quickly putting on your workout clothes, you can’t help but smile as you think about the fact that you’re about to begin the process you’ve been dreaming of for years. As you walk down each aisle, you’re surprised by the fact that there’s no longer any jocks in here. Right as you’re about to reach the doorway and head into the gym, you stop to take a look at yourself in the mirror. Once you stop, you look awkwardly into the mirror and give yourself a nod of approval. However, your eyes ignore your body as you begin to notice the dark smokey illusion that was residing behind you. Looking deeper into the mirror, you gasp as your eyes watch a pair of bright green eyes appear behind you. Turning around, you could only display a look of shock as you come face to face with a large cloud of black smoke that dominates you in both size and height. Screaming in fear, you have no time to react as the cloud rapidly twirls up and rushes at you. Watching it continue to consume your body in a whirlwind, you slowly lose consciousness as the smoke overtakes you....
Your eyes jerk open as you find yourself back in the locker room. However, something seems off to you. Looking around, the locker room is now much fuller, with a gaggle of guys playing locker room hijinks on each other around you. A man notices your look of shock and comes up to you. “Hey man, are you good?” the man asks, his face now sharing the look of concern.
“Uh, I feel weird. I feel very strange, like I just woke up from the strangest dream…” you say, trying to figure out how all of these guys randomly appeared out of nowhere. The man’s face turns into a slight grin as he believes you’re joking. “Well dude, you should try to eat something then. You’re probably light-headed from how hard you were working out today. I was shocked when I caught sight of all of the weight you were re-racking. You’ve become quite the beast already! It’s crazy how much you’ve grown over these months!” He responds, a flash of a smile on his face as he puts his hand on your shoulder and squeezes.
Looking down, you follow your eyes towards the shoulder that the man is grabbing, where you gasp at the sight. You can’t help but stumble backwards and into a set of lockers as you take note of a strange observation. Your body is clearly not the same as it was before you passed out. Your once twig-like arms are now pumped with muscle, which is made even more apparent to you from the sight of the bulging biceps that are straining against the seams of your form-fitting t-shirt.
The guys all turn to you in shock, where you just quickly excuse yourself and head into the bathroom. Running into the nearest available stall, you slam the door and lock it behind you as you sit on the stool and try to come to terms with the weird sights before your eyes..
“What’s wrong? I granted your wish” you hear, which causes you to jump and look around to find the source of the deep voice. “Stop looking around, you will not find me”, the voice continues, “You’ve already seen me anyway, young human”.
“Who are you? What did you do to me?” you respond, your voice remaining slightly quiet to keep yourself from seeming like a lunatic to the other guys for talking to no one while inside a stall.
The voice begins to explain, stating the fact that he’s a lost spirit who previously died in the gym decades ago. For years, he had been stuck here and unable to escape or move on, but that all seemingly changed with you. He wanted to live again, so he figured the best way to do that would be to possess a young man by tempting him. His ghostly form took the appearance of the black jockstrap that you originally put on. He then describes that cloud of smoke as his true ghostly form, which was when he first took control of your body.
He continued, where he began to explain how he’s spent the last several months sculpting your body to become a more appropriate vessel for him to inhabit. Finally deciding that your body was in good shape, he finally allowed your mind to return to a shared consciousness with his so you could see the results.
In fact, the ghostly voice was so happy with the results so far that he began to offer a deal with you. He vowed to no longer take complete control of your body as long as you vowed to allow him to remain there. His deal involved a shared body setup, where you would be allowed to live your normal life as you see fit, but you would be required to go to the gym at least 4 days a week, where he would take control for the time being to train your body to be the best it could be. It was a symbiotic relationship of sorts, as he offered you the potential of having a muscular body like you always desired. Of course, the one caveat was the fact that you had to sacrifice some of your life to this man’s workout regime.
You inquired about what would happen if you refused the terms of the deal, which is where he just simply replied that he would just take full control and only allow you to reappear once a year. He didn’t want to sacrifice such a body ripe with potential and go back to becoming a ghost, especially since he had spent the last several months training your body to be its best.
Realizing that you’d be unable to get rid of the ghost no matter your choice, you gave in and agreed to his deal. Some control was better than becoming a passenger in your old body, so it seemed like a no brainer to you. The ghost was quite happy with your decision, vowing that you would ultimately find this partnership to be quite beneficial. It would give him the chance to live once more and allow you to be the ripped jock you’ve always wanted to be without even having to do the work yourself.
As the ghost retreated from the forefront of your shared mind, you found yourself back in full control of your body and thoughts as you exited the bathroom and returned to the now-deserted locker room. Walking around to make sure the locker room was empty, you headed towards the back section of the locker room to take stock of your new body. It felt oddly fitting to be back here to see the results of your new partnership given that this was the spot where you unknowingly let a ghost completely change your life.
You quickly slipped off your t-shirt and shorts until you were left in just the cursed black jockstrap. You stared into the mirror and admired your new body. It felt obviously foreign given how you weren’t used to navigating around the thick biceps, firm pecs, and well-defined thighs you now had. However, you couldn’t deny the fact that you were much hotter than you were prior. The ghost seemed to have some fun in your body as well, as you take note of the various tattoos that you now found displayed on your neck and chest. Most people would expect to be in complete shock and unaccepting of their new appearance, but you found that you were fully embracing it. As you pulled out your phone and took a photo of your broad muscular backside and perky ass, you couldn’t help but smile at all of the possibilities you now had.
This was the deal of a lifetime!

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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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Scent Of An Alpha
Hello there everyone, I hope you all are having a wonderful holiday season! This story was created specifically for @transformhim based on his requests for the Great Story Exchange of 2020. I hope you guys like the story and I hope it can give you some Christmas cheer in a not-so-cheerful time!
As I heard the knock of the door, I jumped up off the couch and rushed to the doorway. It was Christmas Eve and I had been waiting for weeks for my roommate’s present to show up. The present itself wasn’t something super expensive, but it something that I had heard my roommate Brian constantly talking about with his best friends for months now. Apparently, it was some sort of pheromone-infused cologne, which had given him the idea that along with his killer looks. The product itself promised that while using it, any user would find themselves completely irresistible to any woman they meet. I originally laughed at his interest in the product, since there was absolutely no way it would have worked. I had tried pheromone stuff as well to try and attract a guy, but it truly never worked and smelled awful. In fact, as a woman myself, Brian’s clamoring for a product to give him an edge with the ladies truly just made me less and less interested in him. Sure, Brian was definitely attractive, but the way he acted in public like a total douche truly made me despise him.

Brian and I had been best friends since elementary school as he was a sports star and I was always the head cheerleader for any sport he did. He had tried to make moves on me back in middle school, but I made it abundantly clear that he was not my type. However, Brian had no hard feelings and he began to treat me more like “one of the boys”, which surprisingly made me feel more comfortable instead of getting his wandering eyes anytime we chatted. We both got scholarships to the same school, so although I personally wasn’t a fan of the idea of living with a messy jock, it made economical sense to just get an apartment together and split the rent. Another plus to the situation is it saved us from having to deal with random creeps in a dorm.
Quickly opening the door, I grab the box from the delivery guy, sign for the package, and shut the door faster than the man could say a single word to me. After shutting the door and locking it behind me, I wedge the box between my arm and torso and head into the kitchen. Once near the counter, I quickly open the box and verify that it wasn’t damaged. “Insatiable: A Cologne to Bring Out Your Inner Alpha” was what I was greeted to once I ripped open the box. I laughed as I read it out loud, thinking about how stupid this item is. “Women don’t care about how you smell” I said, continuing to smile at the stupidity of this item. “They care about how you treat them and how compatible you are with each other” I continued with an eye roll and slight chuckle.
Continuing to make sure it wasn’t damaged, I opened the packaging and pulled out the rectangular glass bottle. Of course, to make sure that this product was clearly for men, it was a rigid and angular bottle. I continued to examine it and think about how it must smell. Curious about it, I decided to try it out and get a head start getting used to how bad the apartment is going to smell once Brian begins to wear it whenever he goes out on the town. I press down on the nozzle and I soon find that my curiosity has punished me as my nose was instantly hit with the scent of cedar trees and complete BO. Given how potent and strong it was, I wouldn’t have been surprised if the cologne company just rung out sweaty socks into a bottle and called it a day. I gagged and held my breath while I rapidly fanned my dainty manicured hand away from my face to get the foul odor spread elsewhere.
However, as I waved my hand, I noticed that these dark clouds of cologne were not dissipating and moving away from me. In fact, it was moving in tandem with my shaking hands like it was glued to them somehow. Squinting to look through the cloud, I begin to feel a vibrating sensation as I watched my hands begin to bulge out. I couldn’t see clearly, but I could feel them growing wider and thicker through the heavy cloud. They were certainly no longer the well-manicured hands of a woman as I watched the red nail polish chip away until my nails were completely bare. Instead, they had grown larger and more callused as they took on the appearance of someone like my father, the definitely of a “working man”. I gasp upon closer inspection as I watched dark hair began to appear more and more prominently on my hands as well. The hair continued to spread up from my knuckles and up my hand as the cloud of smoke finally began to move along with it.
I cried out in shock as I watched the cloud suddenly begin to creep up each arm. My light toned arms began to bulk up as my forearms bulged out and my biceps grew larger and thicker than the lightly toned build that years of yoga had given me. Along with that, I watched as that dark hair continued to grow up my arms and my veins begin to appear more prominently along my forearms.
As the clouds moved up my now-thicker shoulders, they finally began to merge once more as the singular thicker cloud began to move down my torso. Confused and also afraid of what was about to happen, I quickly took off my shirt and bra as I ran into the mirror and watched the changes unfold. I gasped in shock as I began to feel a rough pull in my chest. Looking down, I watched as my once-prominent breasts quickly melted away. As they slowly receded, I watched as my wider nipples also began to shrink as well into smaller more masculine ones. After a moment, I waited before finally moving my hands towards them. As the cloud began to move down, I took the opportunity to look at my new chest. Upon inspection, I realized that it had slowly reformed into a set of fledgling yet still impressive pectorals. Lifting up my arms, I also began to look at the thick pelt of armpit hair now pushing out from my armpits. I tilt my head in and gingerly sniff them, gagging in disgust as I take in the new scent. As I smell it, I begin to recognize it as the potent smell of that cologne. The level of odor permeating from my pits makes it seem as if I had directly sprayed them with the nasty cologne, yet I know that I didn’t. Finally beginning to understand that this cologne is somehow turning me into a man, I groan as I start to think about just how naturally sweaty I’m about to become. My mind immediately thinks about any future workouts I’m going to have and I mentally begin to grasp the idea of having to lather on several layers of deodorant just to stay ahead of my sweaty pits. However, my wandering thoughts about my armpits quickly disappears as I watch the cloud move farther down my body. As it gets closer to my waist, I begin to fear for the upcoming changes to my sexual anatomy.
As my mind continued to grapple with the concept of having a dick, the cloud wasted no time as it continued moving down my body. A slight outward tug along the sides of my torso informed me that my once-hourglass figure was melting away as a new masculine form emerged. A searing pain on the side of my body also causes me to turn and investigate the source with the mirror. I gasp in shock as I look at the new tattoos that have just suddenly appeared on the side of my body. What once used to be a simple toned stomach now had changed as well. My stomach rolled in discomfort as the cloud continued to change my body. With each stomach rumble, I watched as abdominal muscles suddenly formed into existence one-by-one until I had a complete set of abs. I let out a little chuckle as I watched a V (which Brian had told me was the male equivalent of a female’s thigh gap) suddenly emerge on my lower torso as the cloud now firmly stopped around my crotch.
Both curious and scared at the events about to unfold, I dropped my shorts and underwear as I stared at my vagina for the last time. Within no time, I feel an inner tugging emerge from within my vaginal cavity. The tugging lasts for several moments as I watch a tiny nub of a cock head suddenly pop out of my tight slit. This tugging continues, but without any added pain, as the head continues to push forward and bring with it the shaft of my new cock. Inch-by-inch, I watch as it births itself from my anatomy until a thick 5-inch soft cock now slumps downward from my still partially female anatomy. Suddenly, I feel myself go light-headed as I feel a deep tug continue downward. Looking down, I watch as a ball sac slowly slides out of my shrinking slit. I grunt in a bit of discomfort as I feel my two testes push through the smaller slit and drop into my new ball sac. Now finished forming, my male anatomy becomes permanent as I feel my slit permanently close and disappear from existence.
Still a bit afraid of my new cock, I decide against touching it for the time being as the cloud continues down my legs. My curvy yet dainty legs slowly begin to change as well. I watch as the curves begin to fade as more angular muscles over-take and turn them into heavily muscular legs. My eyes continue to stare as the black hair returns and runs down my legs. My thighs, now muscular and incredibly hairy, are a far cry from the curvy yet firm feminine set I had less than 10 minutes prior. My calves bulge out as the muscles of a frequent runner emerge and grow incredibly hairy. Finally, I watch as the cloud reaches my feet as I can feel them grow more masculine. An obvious change occurs as I feel my feet grow a few inches, firmly making it so I can never fit into even my old tennis shoes anymore.
Quickly done with the feet, I watch in shock as the cloud rapidly slides up my body once more and now looks me directly into the face. I gasp and try to hold my breath as I watch it move towards me and engulf the last remnants of my old life. The tingle begins to radiate as I feel my hair begin to pull into my scalp. As I watch it move up my head, I stare at the darkening color begin to emerge from the tips and move up, consuming the bright blonde hair I once had. A baseball cap suddenly materializes and wraps around my head, completely covering my new hair. With no other distractions for me to look at, I’m left to stare helplessly as my eyebrows grow thicker and more prominent and my nose goes from dainty to wider and more angular. My lips grow more masculine as well as my lipstick fades away and my upper lip begins to lose its feminine shape. I continue to hold my breath, but I can tell soon that my attempts to not breath in the fumes will soon be futile if the changes last much longer. I move my hands towards my face and feel as facial hair begins to grow in. My chin grows less curved as a more angular shape emerges, completing my complete physical transformation into a man. Unable to hold my breath any longer, I’m forced to gasp for air and as a result, inhale a large puff of the thick cloud. As I breath it in, I begin to feel incredibly dizzy in my head. Trying to remain sane, I try to think about my old life and remind myself that I’m not a man and I used to be a woman 10 minutes prior. However, as I desperately try to search for any memories of my female life, I find myself drawing a blank. My confusion doesn’t last for long as memories begin to suddenly emerge to my consciousness. Thinking about them, I begin to remember my life and history of playing sports with my bro Brian. I begin to think about growing up, my first kiss with Cindy Wallace in 2nd grade, going on my first date when I was younger. Sleepovers I used to have at Brian’s house after our games also begin to appear in my head as I start to finally calm down. Unknown to me, each prominent memory changes to make me believe that I’ve always been a male. Instead of the name Natalie, the name Nate begins to come to mind anytime I think about myself and who I am. I try to fight it, but the calmness that these new memories provide doesn’t make me put up much of a fight as they overtake me and make me accept this new persona. As the changes begin to finalize, I grow lightheaded and my eyes suddenly close as I fall out of consciousness.
My eyes suddenly open and I feel as if I’m a brand new man. I stare at myself in the mirror and think about how hot I am. Unable to stop myself from my narcissistic self-image, I slide my hand into the pocket of my athletic shorts and pull out my cell phone. Quickly opening the camera, I take several pictures and quickly send them to some girls on Snapchat. I flex in the mirror as I think about how hot I truly am. My thoughts are interrupted as I begin to get constant dings as my eager classmates clamor to screenshot the photos and message me begging to take them out and give them a good time. I laugh thinking about it, it’s so amazing to be so irresistible. It’s especially funny thinking about how eager they are to get with me, even if it’s just for a quick fuck.
These thoughts are interrupted as a loud alarm begins to go off on my phone. I quickly turn it off and gasp as I look at the clock. Pissed at myself about being late, I scold myself and quickly throw on a pair of athletic sweatpants and a Nike shirt before heading out of the door. It’s Christmas Eve here, and me and my bro Brian were going to go bar-hopping to see if we can get each other some hookups and give ourselves a little Christmas cheer before we go work out tomorrow while the gyms are empty.
I’d ask for you to wish us luck, but I’m sure we’ll have no problem getting lucky…

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