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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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

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

“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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No Longer A Social Pariah

I didn’t expect for this to happen… not in the slightest. For years now, I’ve had to face constant ridicule from classmates for various things. In elementary school, it was the fact that I was nerd who preferred to read rather than talking to girls and being sociable. When I got into high school, the topic of ridicule became the fact that I was gay. That was the darkest time because it led to years of physical torment and verbal vitriol because my “lifestyle” was so against “the norm”. Once I got to college, it became even more of a vanity contest, so I found myself to be the constant outcast given the fact that I was chubby, extremely average dude instead of the incredibly buff and ripped jocks that were at the top of the social hierarchy. I figured with a scientific major, I could escape from the vanity contest and find friends in peers that were also against the norm. However, my anticipation was quickly dashed as I was forced to deal with those same jocks every day in my classes and their passive aggressive insults. Their ridicule was especially childish due to their petty comments about my appearance, but given how old we all were, it stung even harder for some reason.

It was equally childish of me to try and find a quick escape for my unhappiness. Rather than talking about it with a friend or focusing on my own self-improvement, I found myself stumbling upon the darkened corners of the internet and coming across male transformation stories. At first, it was just a hot erotic story to help be release some sexual frustration given my inability to find a partner here, but eventually it turned into a great output to express my low self-esteem. For the past couple weeks, I would spend my nights reading stories online about magical transformations causing body swaps and various other erotic transformations, and somehow it made me feel better and not so alone. I’d often fall asleep wishing that these stories were based on real events. I hated how I looked in the mirror and how those asshole jocks made me feel, so one late night, in a state of intense dazedness, I softly whispered and verbalized a wish that hopefully would change that. As I turned in my bed and started to fall asleep, I quietly whispered to myself “I wish I could be popular like all of those guys that make fun of me…” With the upcoming semester about to begin, my morale was absolutely shot. I knew it was pitiful and extremely desperate, but you must understand that I was absolutely at a low point of my life. I was actively looking for anything to help pull me out of the mental trenches I found myself in. As soon as I finished stating my wish, I found myself suddenly whisked away to unconsciousness as I began to dream about the possibilities of my wish.

When I woke up this morning, I immediately woke up and felt incredibly strange. I felt heavier yet more energized somehow, and I felt much taller than I usually was. Walking around my single dorm room, I found myself stumbling to navigate the cramped quarters that I used to find extremely easy just the day before. Looking into the mirror attached to my door, I gasped as I looked and found that the normal body that I was used to seeing had been completely replaced with someone else. Instead of a pale, dorky, and chubby adult, I was greeted to the vision of an incredibly hunky buff jock instead.

At first, I gasped and tried to look away from the mirror, somehow thinking I was still dreaming. However, after pinching myself, opening my eyes, and trying any other trope I had seen from television, I looked back into the mirror and realized that I was fully conscious in a new reality. Thinking I had somehow swapped bodies with a jock on campus, I tried to place my new face, but my mental rolodex of campus jocks was coming up empty. Trying to find more information, I reached for my wallet and gasped as I took a look at my ID. Looking closer, the information was almost completely the same. The only difference upon inspection was that it said that I was 6’2” when I was a much smaller 5’8” prior to this morning. My name Gabriel Simmons still was there, so it was apparent to me that I had somehow just been given a brand-new body somehow. My horrible DMV photo had also been changed to be an incredibly well-shot picture matching my new body. Somehow, this body was so photogenic that it could even look good in a DMV photo! I exhaled in shock and mentally came to terms with my new situation. I had just wanted to be a bit more handsome and approachable on campus; I didn’t expect my entire body to be changed overnight!

Looking closer into the mirror, I was caught off guard by how much wider I was overall. Prior, my body was wider solely around the puffy gut that I had been gaining due to an unlimited college dining hall. So, staring at this new body was especially odd to just feel so wide and bulky all over my body. I stare at my arms and look at my biceps and watch them naturally bulging out of my tight sleeping shirt. Still stuck in an admiring mindset, I playfully flex in the mirror and feel myself getting turned on by just how jock-like I’ve become. Running my hands underneath my shirt, I quickly rip it off and admire my ripped physique. These abs I’ve now given to myself are a far cry from the fleshy softness that was previously sitting around my torso, but I’m certainly not complaining about the change.

Realizing that my clothes are now way too baggy for my slimmer and buffer build, I quickly look through my drawers and find my wardrobe has completely changed to better fit my new body. My old shirts are still there, but now they’re in more accommodating sizes for my new bulky form. When trying to decide what to wear, I begin to feel an innate desire to show off my new body. I wished for this to happen and it has happened, so I supposed I should embrace it and promote it to the other guys on campus. I rummage around my drawers before quickly putting on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts. Staring at the mirror, I decide to bite the bullet and explore what my new life has for me. Searching around, I grab a hat on my dresser to cover up the slight bedhead I had. I grab my backpack off the hook on the wall, looking at my original backpack, which was Star Wars themed, had been replaced with a standard but classy black backpack. I shrug to myself and put it on, deciding it’s better to be safe and have a backpack if I decide to venture downtown and do some shopping to buy some more appropriate clothing. 

After taking a look in the mirror to verify I looked alright, I open the door and walk out of my room, locking the door behind me. As I roam down the hallways, I suddenly find myself caught off guard by the constant greetings and small talk I receive in such a short distance. It was something I never encountered in my old body, so experiencing this for the first time left me a little frantic and nervous.

Trying to get ahead of the possible panic attack, I quickly slide my key into a bathroom door and run in. I take a moment to prepare myself and try to get used to the whole new life that is seemingly waiting for me. It’s strange, but I have to admit that this is essentially what I wished for. It certainly wasn’t what I had in mind, but I’m not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. I’ve gotten a brand-new body that will make me incredibly popular socially and also intimately with other guys on campus. My mouth naturally curls into a smirk as I begin to think about my classes and the fact that I’ll finally be an equal to those assholes who used to make fun of me. I mean, I know they were complete dicks to me, but it’s impossible to not find them incredibly buff and hot. I feel myself suddenly getting really horny, as I watch my boner begin to tent my already form-fitting shorts. Letting my dick infiltrate my mind, I begin to think about inviting them to work out with me after class sometime. I’d love to see what happens when we can just naturally bro out and be ourselves with each other. The thought of getting all sweaty together after some intense workouts begins to feel incredibly desirable. If they’re into getting more intimate after, I’ll gladly initiate some sexual encounters and find a way to teach them a lesson for being rude to me.

As someone else enters the bathroom, I’m broken out of my horny stupor as they greet me and ask how I’m doing. After making some casual small talk as they head into a stall, I try to relax so my boner can start to fade away. I open my phone and flash a smile and take a few selfies. I take a few and post them to Instagram before finally stepping out of the bathroom. I’m nothing but smiles as I walk out into the wintery weather and begin to walk around campus. It wasn’t too interesting to me prior, but I’m eager to see what a new life of popularity and a vain college campus can offer Gabe Simmons!

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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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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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