Streamer To Subscriber - Part I

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.

--------------------------------------------------

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…

Click here to read Part II and Part III!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

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!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Helping Out A Friend: Part II

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

As I began to feel a slight sticky dampness spread around my crotch, I knew I had to stop myself from admiring my body any longer just to make sure I didn’t accidentally cum before I could get some alone time with this body. Trying to quickly make my boner fade, I tried the childish approach that I often utilized whenever I was afraid or accidentally turned on by something. I spun myself around and faced towards the shower and closed my eyes as I began to think about schoolwork and the whole reason for this swap in the first place.

Once my boner receded, I finally departed the bathroom to check on Curtis, who was now just laying on the couch browsing on his phone. As he realized that I was finally back, he sat up, smiled and said, “This is so crazy, right?” 

I couldn’t help but awkwardly grin and respond with a simple “Yeah…” as I headed towards the couch and sat at the opposite end. I was still finding myself fairly shocked by his acceptance and immediate enjoyment out of the swap, which made me question how many times he’s used this device before. Before I could even bring up my inquiry, he handed me his phone and he took mine off of the coffee table. Then, he began to talk about the swap and our plan a bit more. 

“Well, given that you’re Antonio and I’m Curtis, we obviously need to swap phones as well. Also, we need to swap apartments as well so no one grows suspicious as to why Curtis is living in Antonio’s place and vice versa…” As I listened to him detail more of his plan, I couldn’t help but agree and slowly get more excited about the potential of living as Antonio. I mean, I’m definitely going to miss my solo apartment, but I also enjoy the concept of living in a frat house with all of Antonio’s friends. I could feel my dick begin to firm up once more as I thought about how hot it was that his friends would be oblivious to the fact that the nerd that they used to throw insults at just a few weeks ago is now the one they’re living with. While Curtis got to live alone and be himself, I found an odd excitement about having to be “100% Antonio” for the next few months. I was sure I’d be fine given that we swapped some mental aspects as well, but I still found the potential of trying to “fit in” rather thrilling.

Before too long, Curtis finished his lecture and I could only stare blank-faced as he told me about various details such as what keys in my jacket will be for my apartment, my motorcycle, etc. I felt myself go into autopilot and just naturally nod and follow his instructions given his clearly meticulous planning. After a few more minutes of lecturing me about the new aspects of my life, he wasted no more time and sent me on my way. Once he slammed the door shut  behind me, I awkwardly stumbled out of his place and began the journey towards my new home.

As I headed into the large parking garage, I wandered around aimlessly through several floors while searching for Antonio’s motorcycle. After a few more minutes, I felt a sense of intuition begin to direct me in my mind as I naturally moved and found my new mode of transportation. Getting onto the bike, I nervously put in the key and turned it on. Never experiencing a motorcycle before, I childishly gasped and flinched as I heard the motor roar to life. Knowing that I would need to rely on that “Antonio intuition” for a short while, I immediately let those instincts take slight control as my body seemingly went through muscle memory. I flipped up the kick stand, revved the engine, and sped off into the night towards my new home.

Once I finally arrived and parked at the frat house, I mentally prepared myself to encounter all of these douchebag frat bros as I walked up to the front door. Taking a quick inhale, I slid my key into the door and exhaled as I stepped inside. The place itself was what you would expect for a frat house; it was littered with beer cans, barren of any decoration, and filled with cocky guys walking around, taunting their friends and sitting on the couch to smoke weed. While looking around, my eyes met another guy in the house, who immediately called me over to hang with the rest of the guys. “Oh, sorry guys but I’m really tired. I should head up to bed!” I tried to explain, but it was all for nothing as the guys ignored me. Immediately, three guys came rushing over and dragged me into the living room. As soon as I got into the room, they tossed me onto the couch, where I fell right in the empty space between two guys who were passing around a blunt.

“You want a hit?” the man to my left asked, his breath smoky and eyes bloodshot as he exhaled the fumes into my face. I gagged and groaned with a forceful, “Oh, no thanks man, I’m good!”

However, as the smoke entered my mouth and nostrils, I was surprised to find that I wasn’t repulsed by it. It seemed that Antonio was no stranger to the drug, which was an interesting revelation given how clean-cut he seemed to me. There was a tingle in the back of my mind, with that intuition of the original Antonio begging me to take a hit. Both curious and eager to get this tingling to stop, I looked at the blond-haired man to my left and responded with a joyful, “Hey man, actually, let me take a hit of that!”

As he handed it over to me, I couldn’t help but smile as I sucked on the joint and took in the fumes. To this body, it felt amazing, as that little voice in my head slowly faded away after receiving what it desired. However, in my mind, I was both shocked and disgusted with myself for doing that. My parents were quite conservative and spent so much of my high school years giving me constant monologues about the hidden evils of drugs and alcohol. But as the blunt continued to pass around the group in several cycles, I felt those thoughts slowly dissipate with each round as the drug finally hit and relaxed me.

While talking with these guys, I felt my intuition begin to influence me a lot more. Mental notes began to appear, telling me more about who each of these guys were and if Antonio was friends with them or not. It was cool to sort of “tap into” my Antonio persona and become more comfortable with them as we chatted for a good hour or so. 

Eventually, one of the guys, who Antonio’s mind told me was named Brian, asked where I went tonight. “I went to go see my friend… Curtis. You’ve seen him before”, I say, remembering all of the rude comments these guys used to say to me anytime Antonio came to say hi to me on campus. 

You could imagine my surprise when they all laughed and Brian chimed in “I thought you hated that dweeb?”, adding a hearty chuckle as I was left shocked. 

Returning to complete awareness out of my marijuana daze, I gasped in confusion. “What… what do you mean? That’s my best friend from childhood.” 

“Dude, I know you want to be nice to him given how much he got bullied, but he’s definitely not your best friend. You’re always complaining about him approaching you anytime he sees you and about how much he keeps trying to hang out with you…” Brian pointed out, an intense tone heard in his voice.

Speechless, I just responded with a shrug of my shoulders and I took the joint once more, this time taking a much deeper hit. As I exhaled, I leaned back on the couch and looked up, watching the thick cloud of smoke float up towards the ceiling before disappearing just as fast as it came. 

With my mood quickly becoming sour thanks to Brian’s revelation, I decided to excuse myself and head up to my bedroom. I hopped up onto my feet and wobbled up the stairs, letting my mind rest as I let body lead me to my new bedroom. Both angry and frustrated, I couldn’t understand why Antonio even asked to swap with me if he “hated me” as much as they said. On the verge of both crying and punching a hole in the wall, I decided the best course of action would be to just sleep it off and figure it out tomorrow once I had a clearer head.

It was fairly uncomfortable as I began undressing, but as I removed my crop top and shorts, I couldn’t help myself from being turned on by this body, no matter how much I currently hated the man who owns this body. As I took off my shorts, I remembered the device in my pocket and fished it out of the pocket and placed it in my dresser drawer under a pile of clothes. Once I was finished hiding the device and getting into my underwear, I couldn’t help but sit on the bed and think about how pissed off I was at Antonio for being such a two-faced friend to me.

No matter how angry I was, I couldn’t deny that I was still turned on by being in Antonio’s body. Looking down after feeling a tight pressure in my crotch, I saw a clear picture of my throbbing dick stretching out the confines of my underwear. As I fell back into bed and turned off the light, I couldn’t help myself from sliding my hand down my underwear and feeling my new equipment once more. It was impossible to stop myself any longer, so I started wrapping my thick hands around my just as thick shaft and began running my hand up and down. “Jesus Christ…” I moaned, surprised by just how sensitive my new dick was. After a few hours since my accidental edging from when we first swapped, it didn’t take much more until I was gasping and climaxing, filling my black underwear with such a large quantity of cum.

As I finally finished shooting my load, I fell deeper into my pillow and thought about how I better clean myself up. However, as soon as I got comfortable and placed my head on my pillow, I was suddenly overcome with an intense feeling of drowsiness. Within seconds, I passed out after wearing myself out both physically and emotionally. I couldn’t help but have my last thoughts of the night be that I hoped that tomorrow would be a better day as Antonio than today had been…

My eyes snapped open as the alarm clock began screaming in the early hours of the morning. I sat up and looked around, my body tensing up as I recognized the bedroom before me belonging to Antonio rather than my own. Taking a moment to calm down, I reminded myself of my situation and why I was sleeping in just my underwear in my best friend’s bedroom. As I fully remembered the reasons behind such a predicament, I finally relaxed and sprang up from bed to start getting ready for my day. 

While walking around Antonio’s bedroom, I couldn’t help but snoop a bit as I looked around my new bedroom to try and understand more about my new life beyond the memories he gave me and the muscle memory that his body has. While looking through his desk drawers, my mouth spread into a wide grin as I stumbled across a thick and weathered notebook. Curious to see what he was writing about, I cracked open the journal and began to read the contents. My expectations of finding descriptions of his day and romantic sentiments were quickly dashed though, as I read the journal and came across pages of him describing in detail all of his sexual conquests. I couldn’t help but groan in disgust as he detailed all of the ways that he dominated both men and women and got them to service him in every way he desired.

As I was about to finish reading the almost fully completed journal labelled “Senior Year”, I gasped and jumped up at the sound of a bang on my door. “Yo, Antonio, it’s Sunday. Are you getting ready to head to the gym with me or no?” I heard someone say. 

“Uh… just a minute!” I cried out, glancing down and realizing that I was still shirtless apart from my jizz-covered underwear. As quick as I could, I ripped off the underwear and threw on a new pair of briefs. With not many options immediately at my disposal, I threw on my weed-scented crop top from the previous night as well. Thinking I still had my longer haircut, I quickly grabbed a cap and threw it onto my head to cover my non-existent bedhead. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Brian in a tank top and pair of compression tights tapping his hand against the door frame. 

“So… are we going or not? I’ve got some plans to meet up with Amber from Delta Kappa Gamma in an hour and thirty, so I don’t want to be late for that,” he said, adding a devilish wink to make the implicit explicit with his clear hint towards sex. I couldn’t help but stare at his swimming-pool blue eyes that shimmered after his wink. Although I had no interest in Brian given his previous behavior towards me, I couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive. With those blue eyes and curly blonde hair, he was quite a vision to behold. The sight before me was even impressive as his workout clothes clearly defined his ripped physique, with his thick biceps, meaty pecs, and thick thighs stretching the limits of his tight clothes.

Trying not to seem out of the ordinary, I agreed with a smile, adding “Yeah, just let me shower real quick and we’ll be on our way!” before closing the door and rushing to gather my shower materials and a set of clothes to change into. As I opened the door, Brian was already gone, so I quickly paced towards the bathroom and slammed the door behind me.

Immediately, I turned on the shower to begin heating it up as I began to take off my clothes. I started with my crop top and shorts, quickly stripping them off and setting them on the counter by the opposite set of clean clothes that I brought with me. As I looked into the mirror at my almost-nude body, I couldn’t help myself from staring at my reflection and admiring his bulky yet strong frame. Given that my day was about to involve a gym session, I felt it was appropriate to check out what I’m working with while waiting for the shower to heat up. 

Bringing my arms up, I couldn’t help but smile as I flexed and watched my thick biceps bulge out and show off just how buff I was now. Although not fully muscular, I wasn’t upset with how I looked by any means. While touching my pecs, it became clear that although they weren’t clearly defined from the softening of some chest fat, there was still a large amount of muscle apparent from just looking at them. As I cupped them in my rugged hands, I couldn’t help but squeeze and feel the mix of both soft fat at the surface and the firm muscle just a layer deeper. Turning my attention towards my legs, I looked down at my revealed thick thighs and spread my legs a little wider. I turned my leg so it faced outward, curled my toes and I watched the thicker thighs suddenly have a large amount of muscle become apparent as I held my pose. This body was incredibly dense, so I personally couldn’t wait to explore it more later as I brought my flexed arms down so I could finally get ready. I feared Brian’s wrath if I accidentally made him late for his hookup appointment with his sorority girlfriend, so I rapidly ripped off my underwear, set my hat down on the counter, and stepped into the shower.

It felt strange as I spent less time showering and shampooing my shorter hair and more time lathering up my body. It was fairly erotic to look down at my beefy frame and spend so much time lathering it up and making sure every inch of my body was completely washed. I also personally loved running my hands through my wet pelt of chest hair and treasure trail and watching the hair wave and wiggle as the soapy water ran through it.

Once I finished, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off and got dressed into some clothing that I felt was workout appropriate: a dark black tank top, a pair of blue briefs, and a tight pair of athletic shorts. On top of feeling workout appropriate, it also seemed like the perfect place to try and emphasize how buff I was with all of this form-fitting gear. The tank-top tightly displayed my pecs and slight gut with not shame, but pride.

As I walked out of the bathroom, my body grabbed a bag, which my mind soon told me was Antonio’s workout bag with a whole bunch of snacks, drinks, and towels. Thanking Antonio’s insight for saving my ass, I bounded down the stairs to find Brian waiting for me. I flashed a smile and offered a quick “Good to go”, but he did not respond. Rather than respond, he just gave me a weird look, which made me assume that he was either annoyed with my lateness or unsure why I was wearing this for our workout. He didn’t bother to explain his glare though as he opened the door and I quickly followed behind him as we jogged over to the school gym.

I followed Brian’s lead as we headed into the gym, swiped our college ID cards, and entered the locker room to put away our bags. Once we finished, we then returned to the gym and started our workouts. Brian began doing his own thing, so I aimlessly wandered around the gym waiting for Antonio’s intuition to tell me what I needed to know and what I should do. Once I got to a barbell set, my mind instantly informed me that I knew how to do this. Tapping into that newfound ability, I absentmindedly began to add weight on both sides of the bar. I initially felt stressed as I watched the total weight grow with each addition, but I put trust in my body and let it lead the way. Finally securing the weight, I crouched underneath the bar and watched as my body got immediately into the appropriate form. I looked at my reflection in the mirror and began to stand up with the bar behind my neck. I grit my teeth and mentally prepared myself for the strain of so much weight, but I was shocked as I slowly stood up and only felt some slight strain as I lifted the weighted bar up and down repeatedly for several sets. 

It was so unusual letting my body lead the way and just stop thinking about the process, especially given the fact that I’ve never done a single workout in my life. However, that strange feeling slowly faded as I continued to accept the nuggets of information that my mind delivered to me piece by piece as I tried out all of the various equipment in the gym. I couldn’t help but flash a big smile as I worked out as if I’ve been doing this for years. As I got onto a treadmill, Brian finally joined me and we used the final 15 minutes to do a quick little jog. Watching the clock, I stopped the machine and informed Brian of the time once we got to the end of our hour session. We quickly headed out of the gym and towards the locker room, grabbing our bags and patting our faces with our towels to cool off. Brian was seemingly in a hurry to go hookup with his girlfriend, so he quickly walked out of the locker room and gave me a simple “See you at the party tonight bro!” as he heads out. 

My eyes went wide as I imagined the concept of my original self attending at a frat party, but I did my best to relax and decide to cross that bridge later when it came up. After grabbing my bag and starting to head out of the locker room, I couldn’t help but pull out my phone as I passed a large mirror near the exit. I smiled as I took a few pictures and thought about how happy I was finding myself in Antonio’s body. I didn’t expect to enjoy it THIS much, but I was certainly having a blast as such a buff hunk. Deciding to check in on my old body, I ignored my anger towards Antonio and opened up my messages. Typing quickly, I shot off a text to Curtis with a photo from my gym session and added a quick little caption.

“Man, this body is so buff! How are you doing Curtis?”

After sending off the text, I finally departed from the locker room and began my trek through the harsh embrace of winter towards the frat house once again…

Click here to check out Part III

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

I’m pretty much a hairless, toned-twink. I’ll take anything you can give. Can you help me out?

Twisting Your Wish

Of course, I’m glad to help you. I’m always jumping at the opportunity of giving someone a new perspective on life. Given that I’ve been itching for a response like this, I have quite the change planned for you. For starters, I think it’s time to give you a different body type other than a hairless twink like you said. At this current moment, I’m thinking that maybe a body belonging to an older, hairier, and beefier guy is the best change of scenery for you. As a little bit of my own twisted irony, I’ll make it so your entire body is hairy but your head will remain completely bald.

I’ve finalized all of the changes, making it so all of these changes occur while you sleep. Watching you toss and turn as you transform into your new body, I can’t wait to see your face upon waking up. Ah yes, here we go, you’re finally waking up! 

Wait a second, what’s with the sad face? I gave you exactly what you wished for. You even said that you’d take anything you could get. I’ve given you an entirely new life and I don’t think you look bad at all. Stop with the phone, no matter how many photos you take to try and prove that this is just a dream, it’s of no use. This is your new life now… it’s permanent.

Take some time to explore your new body. I think that those tattoos really add to your beefy frame if I do say so myself! It really adds to the disconnect of your flailing body movements as you try to grow used to having such a hulking form now. It’s definitely a far cry from your former twink-self, and that’s exactly why it’s so perfect for you!

Wait, no. No, don’t cry! It’s going to be ok. In a few days, I made it so that some mental changes will occur to give you a more fitting personality for that body. Of course, I made it so you’ll always remember what you had and gave up, but I think some mental changes will help you. Despite my enjoyment of watching you try to navigate this hairy beefy body, I know that you’ll need some assistance when it comes to your job. Oh, did I forget to mention? In this new life, you’re a construction worker who works grueling hours. But yes, those mental changes will certainly help you adjust in time. I certainly wouldn’t want you to get injured after just getting your dream wish granted.

Oh, look at that. Your phone just let out a ding. Cheer yourself up and go take a look at your notifications. Due to your shock, I knew that you would be unable to really get into exploring your new body. So, I took it upon myself of scheduling a little hookup session for you to celebrate this wonderful new life you have. 

In fact, I think that’s him knocking on the door now. If you don’t enjoy this body now, just wait till you get to experience while topping the same kind of twink you used to be. I made sure that you’re perfectly equipped in the downstairs area to make every partner feel amazing. So go on, get up and answer the door. It’s going to be a magnificent time and I’m sure you’ll agree sooner rather than later!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Helping Out A Friend: Part III

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

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

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

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

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

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

To read Gabe’s story, click here.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.

Streamer To Subscriber - Part II

If you haven’t read Part I of this story, please check it out here!

When Dan was jolted awake by an alarm, he knew something strange was going on. Given that he had no job, there was no reason for him to have an alarm waking him up. As he rubbed his eyes and opened them fully, his already fast-beating chest began to pound even harder as he no longer found himself in his bedroom. The room he was in seemed somewhat familiar, but his sleepy daze prevented him from fully realizing his new location at first. Rolling out of bed, as Dan jumped to his feet, he was surprised by just how light on his feet he was. Looking down, he soon realized the reason behind this. In his downward glare, Dan grew shocked as he no longer found his chubby paunch bulging forth from his torso. Moving his hands towards the missing weight he had fallen asleep with, he explored his torso, where his palms felt a physique that was a far cry from his own. He was much leaner and had a decent amount of muscle, which was made obvious even through the black t-shirt he found himself wearing. In his shock, he desperately searched around the room until his eyes met the reflection staring back in the mirror. Dan couldn’t believe it, but staring back at him was the reflection of his unknowing rival Hasan Piker. 

Gasping in disbelief, Dan fell to the floor in shock, knocking over a computer monitor due to the sudden revelation. Unable to believe that this was really happening, Dan crawled closer to the mirror to verify that what he was seeing was reality. Through the series of facial expressions and hand motions that Dan made, it confirmed the fact that he was in fact Hasan Piker now. Still not believing that this was happening to him, Dan searched for a cell phone. In his desperate search, he prayed that the camera of a cell phone would give him a third opinion different from what he subconsciously knew was reality for him now.

Upon finding the phone and pulling up the camera app while remaining on the floor, Dan knew there was no way to deny the fact that he was now the famous streamer.  Taking several selfies just for safe measure, the unhappy look on his face was made evident as he realized that something fucked up had happened to him.  

“What the literal fuck is going on?” Dan angrily stated as he continued to glare into the mirror. He had wished for revenge on Hasan, but he didn’t mean for that to happen at the expense of losing his own body. No matter how unhappy he had previously been, there was no way that he wanted to give up his family and friends just to lead to the destruction of Hasan’s career. However, he couldn’t deny that he liked the voice that he heard coming out of his mouth. He loved it so much in fact that he began to just talk out loud just to hear the deep timbre of his new voice. Even despite his anger, his body made itself known in terms of its enjoyment by the rapidly hardening dick that was making itself visible through his sweatpants.

Dan knew that he didn’t want this, but as he rubbed his hand against his throbbing member, he couldn’t deny that there was some part of him that enjoyed this. Deciding that he wanted to take a closer look, Dan quickly jumped to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom. Despite the still-confusing scenario, it was impossible for a grin to manifest itself between his trimmed facial hair as yet another mirror confirmed his new visage. This wasn’t what he had meant by getting revenge on Hasan, but he did have to admit that he was impressed by the power of that Dark Web individual. No longer did he have to be jealousy of Hasan and his lifestyle, it was his now!

Deciding that he wanted to get a more holistic view of his body, Dan began to take more photos on his phone, tilting the phone at various angles to get a better idea of how he fully looked. He knew that Hasan was a gorgeous man, but it was crazy to experience seeing that hunky reflection staring back at him. The concept of having his life and body was fully dawning on him now, and he couldn’t deny how erotic that was to him. It was no surprise to Dan as he felt his dick reach the peak level of hardness in response.

Eager to continue exploring, Dan promptly ripped off his clothing until all that he was left wearing was a pair of powder blue boxer briefs. His hand automatically continued to take selfies as he took off each piece of clothing. It was a private strip-tease for himself, and it was clear that he was beginning to love every second of it. As he took one final picture, he pinched his toned stomach to prove this wasn’t a dream and also remind himself of just how skinny he was.

As he felt his throbbing member beginning to leak from within his underwear, Dan decided the best course of action would be to finally take a good look at his new equipment. He knew that he was rather small in terms of endowment as Dan, but with Hasan’s body, Dan no longer had to deal with that trouble. Now, he had a thick penis that would definitely make him irresistible with the guys. He moaned in wicked pleasure as he imagined himself inviting guys over to pleasure him in any way he demanded. He now had a level of innate dominance that he never had a chance of having as Dan. 

No longer willing to wait, Dan slid his hand around his thicker shaft and began to stroke. Despite having spent years doing it, the action in his new body felt completely euphoric as if it was his first time. Stepping into the shower as he continued to thrust his manhood in pulsating pleasure, it took no time at all before he was close to climaxing. It didn’t help his pleasure hearing Hasan’s husky voice allow deep moans echo all around the bathroom. Within a minute of stepping into the shower, Dan was shooting ropes of semen against the glass shower door. 

Upon catching his breath after his quick jerk-off session, Dan gained post-nut clarity and immediately began to think about what to do with his day. While imagining some plans for his day, Dan’s body went on autopilot as he washed himself off. Although he couldn’t help but feel turned on once more as he rubbed his biceps and ran his bigger hands across his pelt of chest hair, Dan had his mind set on something so he quickly dried off and headed towards his computer.

While sitting at his desk and coming to the realization that Hasan was probably coming to realize his own changes, Dan was quick to jump into action to prevent his secret from coming out. After heading onto Hasan’s various social media platforms such as Twitter and Instagram, Dan quickly blocked his old social media accounts to prevent Hasan from trying to reveal the secret of their swap. Sure, no one would believe the real Hasan’s pleas, but Dan didn’t want to even leave the possibility that even one person would come to understand the swap and believe it as reality.

With this potential hassle out of the way, Dan paced around his apartment and took note of just how well-equipped he now is for streaming on Twitch. His pacing ultimately led him to Hasan’s closet, where Dan spent several minutes exploring his clothing options and trying to decide on an outfit. Still feeling turned on by his hunky body, Dan decided the best course of action would be to wear the tightest clothing possible to show off his physique. As a result, Dan immediately pulled out a tight sleeveless t-shirt and a pair of tight compression shorts and put them on. 

Looking into the bedroom mirror, Dan was undoubtedly wowed by the sight of his biceps being proudly displayed and the modest shelf of pectorals that now bulged forth from the tank-top. Turning into the mirror to stare at his shorts, he couldn’t help but give props to Hasan for giving him such a prime body to make his own. With his bulging thighs built with solid muscle, Dan was impressed by just how amazing he looked in the shorts. His ass was now rather promising and his bulge was constantly apparent as well even while soft. 

Dan couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of Hasan losing all of this. He knew that his dick was much smaller than Hasan’s and his body was clearly not in as good of shape. But that realization just furthered Dan’s joy about the reality of their swap. Hasan wouldn’t be able to rely on his body and personality to get attention anymore. He’d have to work like a real man in Dan’s older body and learn how to make a career for himself while being jobless during a pandemic.

Curious, Dan glances at the clock and comes to the realization that it’s about time for Hasan to start his daily stream. Although he was a bit nervous about trying to replicate Hasan’s behavior, Dan knew it would be better if he just pretended like nothing had changed and it was just business as usual for “Hasan”. So, after taking a deep breath and setting up his camera, he started his Twitch and tweeted out the link for his thousands of followers to flood into the stream.

------------------------------

It was at this moment when the real Hasan received the notification on his new phone telling him that Hasan Piker was going live on Twitch. In shock at the fact that this body snatcher was just fully pretending to be him as if nothing happened, Hasan clicked the link to join the stream.

When Hasan watched his old face fill up the screen with a bright smile, his portly new body immediately grew furious. He desperately searched for a chat box to reach out to the man pretending to be him and announce that he’s the real Hasan, but his search for any way to communicate with the imposter came up empty. Upon realizing that there was no chat box, Hasan grew nervous as he began to realize that this had to have been a user that had been banned from his stream previously. He himself had been involved in very few of the bans dished out on his stream, so he couldn’t possibly narrow down whose body he is currently occupying. At this moment, Hasan scolded himself for not being more involved in the bans given the fact that his moderators often banned people immediately any time they attempted to be offensive before he could even notice it. Thinking about the numbers that his streams normally got, he knew that there had to be at least thousands of possibilities in terms of people he could have possibly swapped with. This ever increasing mystery just furthered his anger in regards to his new situation.

At first, the stream started out normal like Hasan’s previous streams. For the first couple hours, Hasan watched as Dan perfectly replicated Hasan’s quirks and speech and played the video games he often did on stream. With Hasan observing such well-rehearsed behavior, he knew that this wasn’t just some simple fan. This was a guy who knew everything about Hasan after watching endless hours of his content. It was so wildly unnerving just how well the imposter was able to be him that chills ran down Hasan’s spine.

However, after the imposter decided to take a break from the gaming session, Hasan became incredibly shocked at what then happened. It started out simple, with the imposter reading out any flirtatious comment and thanking them for their support. But as the compliments kept pouring in, “Hasan” began to grow more and more confident in his new form. He began to flex his muscles in his camera and talk about his body. Narcissism wasn’t completely brand new to Hasan’s streams, where he would often brag about his political contacts and do workout videos on stream but under the guise of “educating”. But this blatant narcissism was incredibly shocking to the real Hasan, who was left mouth agape at what was transpiring on his screen.

After a viewer complimented his clothing choice, Dan couldn’t help but chuckle and continue to brag about his body. “Thanks man, I was feeling really proud of my body this morning. When I was getting ready, I thought I might as well show it off right?!” He said, both his wide grin and tone indicating an intense sense of glee. Thankfully, the camera was only focused on the torso up, because if it was any lower it would have shown “Hasan’s” fully throbbing dick pressed against the tight compression shorts and begging for some kind of release. Prior to the pandemic, he used to have some form of luck in the romance field. But with Hasan’s body, Dan was feeling an intense sense of desire from his viewers and that only made him more proud of his plan working out how it did.

Watching this transpire, Hasan grew increasingly agitated as he watched this imposter turn his channel into a page for individuals to just talk about how hot he was. He obviously felt somewhat good to see those kinds of comments directed towards his real body, but as he sat down and looked down at his flabby gut, his anger finally reached a boiling point. He had to do something to get his body back or at least make his presence known to the imposter. Due to this, Hasan quickly unlocked his phone and attempted to show himself to the fake Hasan on all of this man’s social media accounts. However, every possible attempt was blocked given Dan’s forethought about this very situation. Hasan even tried to create another Twitch account to try and comment on the stream, but due to Twitch shadow-banning the IP address, Hasan was left completely abandoned in his new life with no way of interacting with his old self.

Unable to figure out what to do, Hasan slammed the lid of his computer shut. As he hung his head in sadness, he once again caught sight of his body. The ball of fat attached to his torso left him feeling emotionally compromised. On its own, losing your body is already terrible, but it’s even worse when you lose it to a body that constantly reminds you of one of your worst times of your life. Every time he looked down, Hasan was constantly reminded of his chubby upbringing and it just made his mind immediately recollect those moments of self-loathing. Sure, being beefy or chubby wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but it was a problem for him personally. He used to get bullied for his chubby appearance and every possible attempt to lose weight back then ended up being useless for the young Hasan. That’s why he began working out even harder once he grew up so he could finally lose that weight and gain the physique that had just been so easily taken from him.

Before he could proceed any further, a knock on his door startled him and made him jump in his seat. “Uh, who is it?” Hasan asked, still startling himself when he heard his new voice. The voice on the opposite side of the door informed him that it was his mother and that she had just finished cooking lunch. As if on cue, Hasan began to feel a rumble echo through his large stomach, indicating this body’s desire for food as soon as possible. Unable to resist the growling stomach, he quickly responded with an “Ok, I’ll be right there!” and got up from his seat. Looking around the room, he pulled on a 2XL shirt and a pair of large basketball shorts and headed into the bathroom. After running a comb through his shorter hair and running his hands through his facial hair and taking note of the bushier untrimmed beard, Hasan cringed in discomfort and headed towards the kitchen.

As he took his seat at the table and his “mother” brought the various dishes of food to the table, the hunger began to take up priority in his mind. Unable to resist the temptation, Hasan immediately began to fill his plate with food, stacking food if possible. He hadn’t been hungry prior, but upon seeing all of the delectable food this stranger’s mother had made, he began to crave everything. He felt intense shame at first, but as he fully stuffed himself, that feeling began to change. He couldn’t stop himself from filling up his hefty gut and with each bite it provided a temporary relief that made him forget about his dire situation.

After several helpings of food and having his appetite finally sated, Hasan excused himself from the table and wobbled his way up the stairs and back into his bedroom. It was strange as he walked, feeling his large gut slosh around with its contents filling him up to the brim. Entering his bedroom, Hasan instinctually patted his stomach in contentment. Pacing across the room, he placed himself onto his bed and continued to pat his engorged gut. 

As he ran his hands over his gut, he soon felt a weird feeling of tranquility pass through his body. He felt surprisingly good after his lunch, and as a few belches escaped from his throat, he decided that maybe this wasn’t as bad as he thought. He knew that he wanted his body back, but he didn’t mind the fact that he was seemingly able to truly relax and not worry about calorie counting and gym workouts for the time being. Sure, he hated his new body, but he knew this was going to be a long process before he could get his body back. While he’s in this shitty situation, it would probably be the most beneficial to try and make the best out of it. He definitely didn’t want to spiral into a sea of deep depression and apathy about getting his body back, so he decided to try and be as upbeat as possible about it.

Deciding he better shower and officially start his day, he headed into his bathroom and took off his clothes. Unwilling to let himself get depressed over the sight of his new body, Hasan ignored the mirrors completely and immediately stepped into the shower. This same process happened as he got out of the shower and began to dry himself off.

After getting dressed once more, Hasan finally took a closer glance at his bedroom for the time being. As his eyes caught sight of the art easel, he decided that it could possibly be a good form of expression to remain calm in his situation. So, he pulled a large chair towards the easel and plopped his chubby ass into it. Deciding to try and freestyle his painting, Hasan grabbed some paintbrushes and began to try his best to paint his feelings and calm down... 

While Hasan began to do this activity, the fun of “Hasan’s” stream only continued. If Hasan had taken a look at the stream upon finishing his shower, he would have been completely traumatized. As the thirsty comments continued to pour in and beg the streamer for more, Dan essentially began to take the role of a stripper. Playfully making eyes with the camera, viewers were left foaming at the mouth as “Hasan” took off his shirt to everyone’s glee. It was an incredibly erotic experience for everyone involved. Dan could only stare in shock as his viewer numbers skyrocketed due to word of mouth about his strip show. As tons of donations poured in and countless subscribers joined to watch the political commentator take a break and fully embrace his role as a gorgeous example of masculinity, Dan couldn’t help but smile at the camera as he finally got to live a life he always wanted for himself...

Read The Epilogue

Click to read Part III!

Like what you read? Please consider signing up for my Patreon to read more stories and support my work.