May I Get The Spirit Of A Dead Jock, The Meathead Bro With An Obsession With Muscles And Being Manly

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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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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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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Streamer To Subscriber - Part I

It was a normal Wednesday afternoon and Hasan Piker was in the middle of his daily Twitch stream with his tens of thousands of fans. He always enjoyed his streams, especially during the days where he’d be super interactive with his viewers. Of course, he loved discussing politics and playing games as well, but something about getting close with his followers always made him happy.

Usually, this stream would have been nothing out of the ordinary for Hasan, but little did he know that one of his viewers had a special plan in store for the 29-year-old. Dan was his name, a 36-year-old man who had been subscribed to the channel for over 6 months now. Hasan didn’t know anything about him, but Dan knew everything about Hasan. It was hard for Dan not to learn about his favorite streamer given that he was left with tons of free time. For over a year now, Dan had been laid off due to the pandemic. It started out as just a few months of unemployment, but extensions kept being issued until it turned into just over a year of job instability. Due to having no source of stable income, Dan was left with no choice but to move back home with his parents. Given that he was allowed to stay at his parents’ house with no money desired for room and board to continue living there, Dan figured that the best course of action would be to wait the pandemic out and head back into the workforce once a vaccine is readily made available and his job finally decides that they’re ready for him to return to work.

Of course, Dan was unable to avoid the unintended consequences of staying at home permanently. Within several months, his waistband quickly ballooned outward until he had a hefty gut to add onto his already bulky frame. Prior to the pandemic, Dan was a rather beefy muscular man, so you could imagine his surprise when he looked down one day and noticed that all of his firm muscles had been enveloped in layers of flab. Before he knew it, a year had passed and Dan had gained over 80 lbs due to an endless supply of home-cooked meals and an inability to work out due to closed gyms.

Not wanting to no longer be a couch potato every day, Dan tried to find other avenues to keep himself entertained, educated, and up-to-date with what’s going on. Not only did he begin to take up his passion for art once again, but Dan also discovered Twitch and began to look into various streamers to pass the time. While checking out the trending lists on Twitch one day, he stumbled upon Hasan’s Twitch account and became pleasantly surprised. He wasn’t the most politically involved man, but he couldn’t help but admire Hasan’s viewpoint on various issues in the world. Adding in the occasional gaming video or watch-along party, Hasan’s streams slowly became firmly intertwined with Dan’s pastimes. It also didn’t hurt that Dan felt an undeniable attraction towards the streamer, always admiring his buff body and lusting over it. 

However, after several months of viewing his content, the honeymoon period had passed for Dan and he began to grow irritable and angry towards the streamer. Given that Dan’s layoff was consistently being delayed, he began to grow jealous of all of the cash Hasan was just funneling in through his donations and paid subscriptions. That jealousy also developed a sense of anger towards Hasan as he began to find the man rather annoying at times. He’d rage out at the simplest things and complain if something didn’t go his way. It was annoying for Dan to watch this man succeed but complain about the smallest tribulation that he could face. With the added weight gain, Dan also developed a physique-fueled ferocity as he watched the streamer remain in tip-top physical shape.

Desperate to find some sort of avenue to channel his bitter feelings towards Hasan, Dan’s mind began to turn wicked. While watching his stream, Dan would brainstorm ideas about ways to try and ruin Hasan’s life. He searched all across the depths of the internet for any sliver of compromising evidence that could ruin Hasan’s career. Unfortunately for Dan, Hasan’s controversial statements were rather public given the fact that that’s what made his audience love him so much. Due to this, every possible controversy that Dan could imagine had already come up and been exposed.

On one late night Google deep-dive, his obsessive search eventually led Dan towards the Dark Web. After installing the correct programs and gaining access, Dan immediately searched for a place to propose his idea of revenge. He was mad with jealousy, which was blatantly obvious as he offered the entire contents of his life savings for anyone who could ruin Hasan’s life for him. 

It only took a few minutes before several individuals reached out to Dan and offered him their services. Many of them offered physical violence as a solution, but Dan wasn’t THAT crazy to do that. He just wanted to expose him in some way to ruin his reputation. So you could understand his reasoning when he proceeded to initiate a conversation with someone who promised a way to permanently ruin Hasan’s life with no threats of violence. The individual detailed their plan, offering Dan revenge in the form of a spam internet link. Assuming that it was some kind of virus that would hack Hasan’s computer, he tried to think about how he could get Hasan to open the link. Remembering the stream chat, Dan immediately agreed to the individual’s plan and they quickly sorted out the details of payment.

He quickly transferred the money to the individual’s bank account, completely choosing to forget the fact that he was draining the remnants of his savings account.  The individual responded with the link and a set of instructions for Dan. The individual stated that it would be a one-time use link, so Dan had to make sure that he didn’t open it and he also had to make sure that only Hasan could open it. They also mentioned that they would make his wish come true, but it would take some time. They stated that Dan would see his desired outcome the day after Hasan opened the link. Assuming it just took that long to hack his computer and scan it for any compromising information, Dan didn’t inquire about it further and thanked the individual for their assistance.

Looking at the clock, Dan realized that Hasan was most likely streaming already. Heading over to Twitch, his assumption was proven true as he clicked on his stream and joined the other tens of thousands of followers that were watching the stream. 

After a few hours of political talk, Hasan opened the floor up for subscriber requests, which is where Dan realized that now was his chance. Given all of the time spent on Hasan’s stream, he had accumulated a bunch of channel points, so Dan knew how he could get Hasan to open the link. Redeeming a bunch of points to send in the message in subscriber-only mode, Dan pasted the link into the text box with some accompanying text that said “HASAN CHECK THIS OUT! THIS IS LEGIT NUTS THAT THEY DID THIS!”. It was just the type of clickbait that Dan knew Hasan would fall for. His experience of watching the stream informed him that Hasan was quite the nosy individual, so Dan’s message would make him immediately want to find out what was going on. Chuckling and allowing his mouth to morph into a treacherous grin, Dan pressed send and waited for his plan to come to fruition. 

Watching the streamer pass by his message at first, Dan began to spam the chat with the same message, ultimately redeeming all of his points to reach Hasan. He watched the corner of the screen as Hasan scrolled through the subscriber-only chat. It was just pure luck that Hasan happened to finally scroll right to one of his messages. Dan clenched his chair in anticipation as he watched Hasan hover his cursor over his message and eventually click the attached link. After several seconds that felt like minutes, Dan’s grin quickly faded as Hasan’s face turned into an angry frown. “Dude, that link is bogus. It’s just a black screen!” Hasan said, both confused at the sender and annoyed at his gullible nature for falling for the message. Angrily annoyed at one of his paying subscribers trolling him, Hasan continued, giving a smug “I think it’s time for a timeout” and immediately demanding that a moderator ban Dan from the channel for a week.

Dan’s face went red at this declaration, but he couldn’t respond fast enough before the page refreshed and he found himself back on Hasan’s stream. However, no longer was the sidebar with the chat as all he could see was Hasan’s camera and his computer screen. Dan’s anger grew ten-fold as he couldn’t believe that asshole banned him for something as simple as sending that link. He didn’t even know what Dan was planning and he was still punished. It was unbelievable and it filled him to the brim with fury.

He quickly slammed the lid of his laptop down and tossed it across the room onto his bed in a fit of rage. Before he could lose it further, he paused his meltdown as he heard a knock on his bedroom door. Looking at the clock once more, he realized that it was his mother informing him that dinner was ready. Despite being mid-meltdown, he knew that he didn’t want his parents to continue waiting for him. Taking a second to compose himself, Dan headed out of his bedroom and tried his best to temporarily forget about his interaction with Hasan. 

Spending time with his family was fairly beneficial for Dan, as it allowed him to control his anger and focus on what to do moving forward. If there were no results by tomorrow, Dan planned to try and refute the money transfer and get his money back. Luckily, it was only a week ban from Hasan’s stream as well, so he could always just take a week break and come back to try and get revenge again. Attempting to think positively, Dan viewed the ban as a possible benefit as it allowed him to have a week of no distractions so he could regroup and come up with a better plan for revenge. As he headed off to bed, he felt a weird sense of anticipation still running through his mind. The concept of getting some sort of revenge on Hasan was even more appealing to him after the events of today, so he was still hopeful that it would happen like the guy on the Dark Web promised.

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Hasan was happy to have another successful stream today, which had given him many new paid subscribers and tons of money donations. He appreciated the fact that so many people cared about what he had to say enough to pay him just to show their own appreciation. Thinking about doing another subscriber request day, he made a mental note to come up with more interactive ways for him to get closer to his followers. He couldn’t help but smile as he fell asleep and prepared himself for another amazing stream the next day.

Upon waking up, Hasan immediately got the sense that something was off. As he rolled around in bed while stretching, he took notice of the sheets and pillows he was using. The sheets were a far cry from the soft fabric he usually had and his pillows were most definitely not the memory foam ones he had fallen asleep on. When he opened his eyes and looked around, his mind confirmed what he already knew… this was not his bedroom. 

His room that was decorated with political memorabilia was gone, instead replaced with a rather empty bedroom that lacked any real identity beyond a painting easel and a laptop sitting on a plain desk. Sitting up, he groaned as he met some resistance in his midsection. Curious, he looked down and gasped at the sight before his eyes. Instead of his hairy torso of abs and a modest set of pecs, the body he saw now had a hefty gut jutting forth from his body. Undoubtedly in shock, he gasped and instinctually jumped farther into the bed. In his sudden movement, Hasan was unfamiliar with the smaller room and bed he now found himself in, so he groaned in pain as the back of his head slammed against the wall. Instinctually, Hasan grabbed the back of his head to try and take note of any damage. While running his hands through the back of his head, he grew concerned when he felt a shorter hairstyle instead of his thicker wavy hair. Continuing to run his hands up towards his face, he took note of the fact that his wavy black hair had been completely changed. Instead, his head was given a short hairstyle that he never would have imagined getting.

Pulling his hands down and looking down, he wiggled his fingers and took note of his now-chubbier digits and tried to understand what was happening to him. “Where the fuck am I?” he stated in confusion, which also caused him to take note of the different voice that was coming out of his mouth. Deciding that this must be a dream, Hasan used his thicker hand and slapped himself across the face to wake him up from this nightmare. But unfortunately for Hasan, the sting radiated across face and he soon realized that this was really happening.

Sitting up from the bed and attempting to stand up, he wobbled in confusion as he tried to understand his new gravity from the extra weight he now had accumulated. Still in a state of confusion, he walked around the room and tried to understand both who he was and where he was. Sitting down in a chair in the middle of the room, he plopped down and stared into a conveniently placed wall mirror as he tried to think about if he somehow knew the man he now saw before him.

“Who the fuck are you? And why am I you?” He asked, his eyes glaring into the mirror in a contemptuous rage. He didn’t know what was going on, but he was damned sure that he wasn’t going to just accept this as his new life. Looking at the body he now was occupying, Hasan ran his hands across his gut and tried to grapple with the new weight he now had. He remembered his days of being chubby in his 20s, but he was never this big. It was an entirely new experience and he desperately wanted to be back in his real body.

Before he could inquire about his new body further, he was startled by a ding from the cell phone on the bedroom nightstand. Picking it up and glancing at the lock screen, his phone informed him of a Twitch stream going live. Unlocking the phone, he clicked the notification and gasped as he was brought into the livestream of Hasan Piker…

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College is Transformative - Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Helping Out A Friend: Part III

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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. 

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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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