Streamer To Subscriber - Part II

Streamer To Subscriber - Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Jock-Strapped!

To me, there was nothing better than going to the gym. I got quite the kick out of flexing my muscles for all of the ladies and intimidating all of the other men who wanted to have bodies like mine. The lustful stares from all of the men who wanted nothing more to either be me or worship me were the fuel for all of my workouts. Nothing was better than pumping some iron, getting bigger, and knowing that I was the biggest man here.

Although, I must admit that I did have another pastime at the gym. Call me a stereotype, but I loved to make fun of the various chubs who couldn’t gain muscle or shed their pounds of lard. One particular guy that I loved to taunt was named Chris. The kid was in his mid-20s, which was apparent from the gut that he was sporting. It seemed like too many trips to college dining halls had started to affect the man’s body, so I couldn’t deny myself the luxury of rubbing that fact in. He definitely had potential to look as great as me one day, but his inability to lose any weight was incredibly hilarious as it meant no matter how hard he tried, he’d be stuck with such a chubby body. My daily ritual after a workout was to come up to him in the locker room, slap his gut, and call him “Porky” as I passed by.

However, I had no idea that this time was going to be different for me. It was a late evening in the gym, so we were completely alone in the locker room as everyone preferred to go out partying and going out. I mean sure, I loved to do that too but I wouldn’t let anything get in the way of my gains. Anyway, I came into the locker room after finishing my workout. It was a cardio day, so I was extremely sweaty from the hard work I put in. Deciding the best course of action would be to shower up afterwards, I quickly went over to my locker and stripped down to nothing. I grabbed a towel and slammed the locker door shut. I wasn’t sure if he was gay or something, but I used to catch the dweeb staring at me in the locker room so I decided to give him the full show. With a swagger in my step, I strutted past him as I marched towards the shower. However, when I did my usual routine of ridicule, Chris no longer just took it quietly. “You better watch what you say” he muttered under his breath, which only fueled me to continue my taunt. “And why’s that chubs? What are you going to do about it huh?” I asked, chuckling a hearty laugh as I saw the anger radiating off his wide frame.

Out of nowhere, Chris began to mutter several phrases under his breath. I attempted to listen closer, but it all sounded like some sort of foreign language that was a far cry from my few years of high school Spanish. “Hey asshole, what are you saying?” I angrily cried out, growing more and more uncomfortable as the words flowed faster out of his throat with an angry grit added to it.

Despite my attempts, he refused to break from his chant, which grew wilder and wilder as his voice grew louder along with it. At first I thought he was just fucking around, but when the lights in the locker room began to flicker, I began to grow fearful. Who was this kid and what kind of prank is he trying to play here? Before I could express my anger and demand once more to know what was going on, I felt my body grow rigid. I attempted to move and scream, but it was as if I was bound and gagged to prevent anyone from knowing what was going on. My eyes turned into saucers as I couldn’t comprehend what was going on. This dude had no muscle on his body, so how was he able to get control over me with no physical contact! While stuck stationary in the middle of the locker room, my eyes could only dart side to side as Chris began to move around me. He paced around me in a circle, his eyes squinting in concentration as his voice grew more and more into a joyful yet powerful shout.

As the repetition continued to grow faster and faster, I felt myself beginning to grow shorter. I couldn’t look down, so I could only stare in shock as the eye-level appropriate for my 6’4” frame was dropping by the second. Every attempt to scream and shout was completely muted as I felt a weird itch in the back of my throat. It honestly felt as if my throat was filled with cotton and every attempt to scream and shout only made it harder to breathe successfully. Not wanting to die by choking to death, I kept my silence as I watched myself grow shorter and shorter.

Along with this, I began to feel a light feeling spread across my body. The heft of my muscles and bulky build began to fade away until I felt as light as a feather. If I was free to move at my own volition, I was sure that I would be disoriented and swaying due to the weird sensations coursing through my body. By now, my height had shrunk to the point where I was right below Chris’ knees. Seeing him towering over me like this, I knew that I was quite fucked now. I groaned in pain as I began to feel my body contort in tandem with the weird hand movements that Chris was making while continuing to circle around me. Through some mysterious force, I could only watch as I dropped down to my knees and watched the tan color of my skin begin to fade away. The pigmentation began to change until I was left with an incredibly pale, almost white color solely placed around my thighs and legs. Before I could look any further, pain coursed through my body as my arms bent backwards around me. I wanted to scream and cry as the unbearable pain continued to tug upon my limbs. I couldn’t see it, but the pain in my arms began to fade as the two limbs fused together. The pain then moved over to the section of my legs touching the ground while in the kneeling position. Tears began to flow from my face as I felt the remaining section of my legs expand like chewing gum until they too also became attached to the continuous circle formed out of my two arms. Now off-kilter, I fell backwards and onto the cold floor, but every sensation felt weirdly muted. Out of nowhere, I began to feel an incredible pressure clamping down onto the top of my head. As my head collapsed into my torso, the last image I saw before everything went black was Chris’ gleeful smile. With these final moments, a dry wheeze escaped from my dry lips. As I fully crumpled onto the floor, I had little idea that that would be the last noise I ever uttered as a human.

When I regained my vision, I found myself looking directly up at the ceiling. The lights above me shined brightly, but any attempt to close my eyes or turn away was useless. In my new state, I soon discovered that I also no longer had any range of motion. By this point, I heard Chris’ disembodied chanting finally came to end. Out of nowhere, I saw as he leaned in and looked down at me with a wide smile forming onto his face. “Ah yes, thank you so much for all of those days of ridicule. Without it, I never would have attempted to learn about black magic.” He said, a villain-like laugh echoing through the empty locker room as he picked me up. My field of view looked up at him and grew shaky as I saw each foot lift up and run against what used to be my arms and legs. Despite my offkilterness, I couldn’t deny the waves of pleasure that reverberated through my body with just a single touch of my former victim. With his legs now running against me, I could only stare in complete shock as Chris used his arms and pulled me closer to him. By this point, the only thing I could see was the flab hanging off of his body and his head that showed up in between the valley of his flabby man-tits. Before I could comprehend what was going on, I felt motion as he began to walk over to the mirror. When he stopped his motion, I struggled but successfully began to move my vision elsewhere so I was looking straight ahead. However, as I looked forward and into the mirror, I finally saw what had become of me. I had become his new jockstrap! 

I wanted to cry, to begin sobbing for the chubby man to turn me back to my real body. However, I knew it was impossible despite my attempts. Jock-straps can’t talk, so I knew that was impossible as I was no longer given the gift of vocal cords. “I’m sure you’re freaking out, but please don’t be scared. I’m planning on taking good care of you Brycen” he said. “See, with this spell, I gain all of your knowledge while wearing you. By wearing you at every workout, I’ll learn how to become a fitness master in no time. No longer will I be the “porker” you once described me as. I’ll become the new king of the gym and gain the body I always dreamed of having.” 

As he mentioned those words, I began to feel a shift occur from within my brain. An intense sense of calmness began to overtake my mind as I began to comprehend what my new form was. With this new attitude adjustment, I found myself no longer worrying about gaining my body back or having muscles. As Chris’ favorite jockstrap, my only focus became about being worn and feeling the sweat soak through my fabric form. I was like an addict needing a hit, desperately craving for Chris to wear me and do an intense workout. 

My wish was seemingly granted as I felt my vision hindered by the pair of athletic shorts that he put over me. As he walked, I felt his semi-hard manhood throbbing against my fabric, which only made me more and more eager at my new possibilities as a jock-strap. Hopefully, after a good workout, I could expect Chris to wear me more and more as he gained the hunky body he’s always dreamed. Given that he’s my master now, I couldn’t deny that it would be a pleasure to help him achieve his dream. I’d be more than willing to help him with anything he desires, although I could appreciate him a bit more if he could give me a taste of bodily juices beyond just simple sweat...

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Streamer to Subscriber - Part III

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

Waking up, Dan couldn’t help smile as he once again found himself in the body of streamer Hasan Piker. Ever since he was swapped into Hasan’s body, Dan had found himself embracing his hunky body and sharing that sexiness with all of his Twitch viewers. Each day, he’d spend hours playing video games and showing off his body. In fact, he even did a special stream a few days after the swap where he did an entire workout routine from the comfort of his bedroom. The viewers continued to flood the stream as his hunky body got incredibly sweaty and the insatiable viewers continued to beg for more.

He headed into the bathroom, where he took his daily morning selfie to both help him remember that he’s Hasan but also he wanted to celebrate his hotness for himself. By this point, Dan was constantly flirting with other male streamers to the point where they’d share nudes with each other given their inability to meet up during a pandemic.

However, there was a new reason as to why he was taking photos this morning. Given his new streaming style, several companies reached out begging him to promote their products for them on both social media and on his streams. He was fairly choosy, only picking brands that offered both big checks and products that he could show off to his viewers. This morning, he had to do a post for an underwear company, so he quickly snapped a photo and posted it onto his social media.

Heading towards the shower, Dan quickly shaved his face and stepped in. As he washed up, he prepared for another stream and wondered what kind of fun he’d have with his viewers today…

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It had been a week since the swap and to Hasan’s surprise, he’d quite easily gotten used to his new life. With no job to focus on, Hasan would spend his days painting and browsing the internet. In the evening, he began to pass the time by playing video games and snacking on junk food while in a voice call with all of the real Dan’s friends. It was a bit nerve-wracking when Hasan was playing a game on his PlayStation and began to get messages from people he didn’t know. However, after finally giving into peer pressure, Hasan joined their voice chat and started to enjoy the companionship. Within a few days, Hasan had begun to view these strangers as real friends and Hasan’s joking personality was a big hit with them as well.

Hasan’s comfort in this new life was only helped by the fact that he now was able to have constant food made for him by his “mother”. Although he knew it wasn’t a long term situation, he didn’t mind the fact that he could have no real consequences for caving and eating anything his heart desired. Having telling himself that this was just temporary and that his determination would lead him to get his body back, Hasan felt light joy in the fact that he had caused this body to gain weight in just his week of being “Dan”. Still determined to fix this universal fuck-up, he thought it was funny to imagine this body snatcher finally losing Hasan’s body and being sent to an even bigger body.

Every day, Hasan would check out his livestream and hope that he would miraculously get his chat privileges back. Unfortunately, these hopes often led the now-obese streamer to grow depressed as each day provided the same result. However, upon his daily check-in on the stream today, Hasan gasped in shock as he watched the glorious chat box appear once again on his account. Although Dan took the forethought to block Hasan from any other social media account, he forgot the fact that the original ban on Hasan’s stream only lasted a week. So, as Hasan began to tear up in joy, he started to formulate a plan to get this imposter to get his body back and punish this asshole for stealing what was his. 

Thinking ahead, Hasan used the man’s debit card and bought several dollars worth of Twitch bits to donate to the streamer. His plan was to force the imposter to notice that his original body was back and wanting to end this swap. He patiently waited for the stream to officially begin once “Hasan” would turn his camera on. To pass the time, Hasan watched the viewer number, growing more and more impressed that the numbers ticked higher and higher than they’ve ever been. He couldn’t believe it, but it was even larger than his numbers when he did the 2020 election coverage in November. He thought nothing would be able to top that, but he was proven wrong by this imposter. Although Hasan did know that these numbers were only this high due to “Hasan” essentially becoming a cam boy, he couldn’t deny that he was impressed.

After a few more minutes of waiting, “Hasan” finally came on stream with a wide grin spread on his face. He greeted his viewers and looked towards the chat as he began to ask his viewers how their day was going. While he talked to a few fans about their day, Hasan began to prepare his first message to get Dan’s attention. Clicking on donating 200 bits, Hasan typed his message out and hit send.

Dan had been having a conversation with one of his followers about working out, until he was interrupted by the stream announcing that there was a donation message. Turning his head back towards the camera, he listened as the bot began to read the message out loud. “Give me back my body you son of a bitch, I’m the real Hasan and you stole my body!” the bot’s robotic voice stated. Dan’s face had a look of shock plastered onto his face as he realized that he forgot to make the Twitch ban permanent for his old account. Taking a look at the chat, he watched them all react with messages of “LMFAO” and “Lol what a loser!”, giving Dan the permission to do the same. 

He let out a hearty chuckle as the message finished being read out loud. “Dude, what the FUCK are you talking about? I mean, I’m sure that you wish you had this body, but it’s mine. I wouldn’t give this up to ANYONE!” he stated in between his hearty laughs.

“Ah, I see what this is. You’ve got the hots for me huh? You could have just asked man, I don’t mind giving you what you want....” Dan said as he leaned into the camera and lifted his arm up for the camera.

“I don’t want your armpit, I want my body back!” Hasan typed into the chat, growing more and more annoyed by this imposter’s sexual behavior. The imposter continued to taunt him, jokingly telling him to get in there and check out his pits since he obviously finds him sexy.

“No, give me my goddamn body back you imposter! You know you’re not the real Hasan!” he continued to type, his frustration reaching its absolute peak. Despite this, Hasan could feel his new dick begin to harden as he thought more about his body and imagined himself back in it once more. The imposter continued to taunt the streamer, putting his nose towards his pit and inviting the man to do the same.

“I’ll give you money if that’s what you want. I just want to be back where I belong!” Hasan typed out, beginning to sob as he watched his attempt to get his original body back so easily falling apart.

“Hasan” couldn’t help but chuckle as he continued to read the real Hasan’s desperate messages. “He’s so weak and helpless now, it serves him right,” Dan thought, imagining the now chubby Hasan frantically typing into his laptop begging to be saved from the life that Dan so slyly gave him. 

As much as Dan enjoyed tormenting the real Hasan, he grew irritated at his plans for the stream being delayed by his constant spam into the chat. Now fully tired of playing games and getting off track from making in cash, Dan immediately moved to try and get the real Hasan banned. “Hey mods, can we ban this guy again? But this time, make sure it’s permanent. He’s getting me off track and totally ruining the mood. He’s no longer welcomed here...” He stated, keeping his eyes on the chat to make sure that the mods followed his orders and permanently banned the real Hasan from the chat. “Thank you for watching the stream though, you’re free to ogle at my body like I’m sure you’ve been doing for months now. I can’t blame you though, I’m simply irresistible!” Dan stated, as he flexed once more and pulled his tank top off so that the real show could finally begin…

Hasan was furious, watching as he lost chat privileges and his former body began to strip for all of his fans. In anger, he closed the stream and began to sob at his desk as he realized that there was no turning back now. He fucked up and now he’s trapped like this. Both furious and curious to find out what had happened to him, Hasan began to take a look through the laptop’s history. He was desperate to find any information about what caused this swap, so he was willing to spend however much time was necessary to get some answers. 

After hours of going through the computer history with a fine toothed comb, Hasan finally stumbled upon the link on the dark web where Dan first offered his proposition for destroying the streamer’s reputation. Assuming that there must be some answers from this posting, Hasan decided to go through the messages on the site. Upon entering the message inbox, Hasan found himself stumbling right into the chat history between Dan and the mysterious Dark Web individual. Both pissed at this person for doing this to him and also wanting to try and get help, Hasan furiously typed out a message to the individual, stating that he’s the real Hasan and he wants help. As he hit send, he began to feel a deep rumble echo deep from within his gut. He glanced at the clock and realized that it was close to dinner time. Hoping to eat his feelings, Hasan left his room and wobbled down the stairs to go have dinner with his apparent new family.

Coming back from dinner, Hasan checked his computer and found that he had received a response. He began to grow excited as he read the first section of the message.

Hello Hasan, I’m sorry that you were left so uncomfortable after the change. I suppose my magic was off, because the swap was supposed to make it so you believed that you were always Dan. Given that this has not worked, I can totally understand why you’re so miserable.

I might have a plan that can remedy this situation, so here’s what I’m thinking…

As Hasan continued to read the message, his frown began to slightly perk up as he thought about the warlock’s interesting proposition…

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Interpreting Your Desires

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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There’s a guy at the gym who is better than me in every possible way. He’s at least 6’4 while I’m 5’8. His body is ripped while mine is way too thin. The hair on his chest always peaks out of his shirt and from under his arms and I can’t even grow any. I can’t tell if I’m jealous of him or into him. I want to be better than him

Finding Balance In Bulk

I’ve read your request and I love the potential here. So, consider this a done deal. In fact, you can even feel the changes beginning as you read this right? You grit your teeth in pain as your bones crack and snap, allowing you to grow height until you’re 6’5”, just an inch taller than your gym crush. Once the pain resides, you sit up from your desk, smiling through the pain-induced panting you’ve had to endure. Given your new height, the t-shirt that was once perfectly sized for your body is now too small, as it ends up resting just a few inches above your waistline to expose some skin. Before you can continue to admire your height, you feel a deep pressure begin to overtake every inch of your body. Your skin goes numb as if thousands of needles have pierced your skin in a quick swoop. 

As each invisible needle presses down on its corresponding plunger, you begin to feel as if your body is inflating. In fact, as you look down in confusion, you realize that you ARE in fact inflating. Inch-by-inch, your pectorals puff out in front of you until you gain an impressive pectoral shelf that would rival even the bustiest of women. Despite never having any form of bulging pectorals, you find yourself easily flexing your pectorals as you chuckle at your new growth. 

As for the rest of your body, the inflation continues as you watch your beginner-level biceps quickly level-up into something completely awe-inspiring. You can only stare as your arms only continue to bulk out to sizes that you had only ever dreamed of. The growth is too much for the simple sleeves of your graphic t-shirt, causing them to easily tear to shreds. Inch-by-inch, your arms bulk out until you’re left with thick meaty forearms, rugged callused hands, and biceps that could rival the size of basketballs.

While flexing, you can’t help but feel surprised at just how well-built you’ve become. You wanted to be the best there could be, and I’m certainly delivering that wish to you. By the time I’m done with you, no one in that gym would be able to say that they’re more muscular or hotter than you. 

During your flexing session, you’re oblivious to the other changes that occur on your body. Your torso expands wider to add to your new intimidating frame along with a thickening in your neck to work in tandem with your larger trap muscles. Your modest set of abdominal muscles are a sight to behold as they’re inflated and reformed into a set of thick well-defined muscles. When the needles shoot into your legs, you fall back into your bed as a mixture of numbness and pain overtakes the limbs. 

The pair of jeans that you are wearing are immediately ripped to shreds as the sharp angular muscles of your thighs bulge out and create an intimidating look. Your calves also bloom as well, causing a slight twinge of pain as they bulk up and turn you into a man who would have no problem with running long distances now. 

With the pain alleviating from your legs, you stand up and take sight of yourself in the bathroom mirror. Through tattered clothing, it’s immediately apparent that you’re an intimidating man now. As you paced into the bathroom, you couldn’t help but notice your gait having to be immediately adjusted to accommodate for the thicker legs you now possess. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grab it by the collar and tug. As the fabric rips off of your body in an immediate test of your new strength, you flash the widest smile you’ve ever given. Calling yourself built was an understatement, you’re a beast now! 

While flexing your muscles and admiring your body, the final set of changes begin to emerge. It starts with an intense itching, which makes you immediately worry about some type of rash. But the more you scratch your body, you begin to watch thick batches of hair push forth from your skin. Given that you want to be the hairiest you can be, you constantly itch and massage your skin as your chest develops a full pelt, your torso grows incredibly hairy, and those changes occur all of the way down to your feet. You scratch your crotch, eager to have the changes affect your modest bush as well, which the magic complies with as the hair explodes out of your crotch. Looking into the mirror, you take notice of your enlarged manhood, which is only fitting for a body this built.

With everything from your neck down completely hairy, you look in the mirror and decide that it would be best to have the fully hairy look on your face as well. As such, you run your meaty hands along your cheeks and jawline. A thick beard begins to manifest itself on your body, which sends a shiver down your spine. You always had a thing for hairy men, so to see yourself as the guy in the mirror, it’s quite erotic to think about. 

Despite your dick begging for release from the tattered confines of your jeans, you decide that you might as well edge yourself and head off to the gym to explore just how buff you are now. Given your new size, you figured that there would be some man there with muscle envy who would be more than willing to worship your body and service you in any way you wanted. With your mind decided, you quickly head into the closet and grab your baggiest clothes to try and compensate for your new build. After finding a pair of once-baggy sweatpants and a wife-beater, you head out into the night to go to the gym… 

Upon entering into the gym, all eyes immediately focus on you as you swipe your membership card and enter the locker room. While dropping your bag off into a locker, you glance around the room and discover your gym crush in there, just preparing to shower after an apparently intense workout by just how sweaty his body is. Deciding you want to brag and show off your new body, you rip off your wife-beater and saunter over there, staring in lust at his sweat-glistened body and thinking about just how delectable he looks. 

“Hey man, how was your workout?” You ask upon approaching the man. He looks up to you and his eyes go wide as he looks at the bulky sight he sees before him. “Uh, it was good, you’re just coming in to start your workout then?” he asks, shifting in his shorts to seemingly conceal the growing attraction he feels towards the new you. “Yeah, something like that. I’m desperate for more gains” you mutter before throwing up your arms and beginning to do a series of various flexes for the man.

“Yeah, you’re definitely a well-built man!” the man exclaims, his eyes looking at your muscles with laser-focused intent as he sizes you up. “However, I don’t think those muscles are the result of real determination at the gym. How about you come on over here and worship some real bulk?” He continues, chuckling as he moves his shirt and shows off his pectoral to you.

Despite your anger directed towards the man, you can’t help but feel a weird desire to follow his orders. Something about his cockiness appealed to you despite just how big you are now. “C’mon now, don’t be shy. Get on over here and take a closer look at a real hunk.” He says as he flexes his smaller yet still intimidating biceps. As he gives a cocky grin, you can’t help but feel slightly turned on by his behavior.

Unable to resist, you lumber over to him and begin to run your hands along his smaller yet just as intimidating muscles. The longer you worship him, you quickly become putty in the man’s hand. As he drops his shorts and pushes your head down towards his crotch, you can’t help but feel compelled to do as he says...

For a body like that, you had to have known that there would be some sort of sacrifice to get me to do this wish for you. I’m all for helping people, but I’ve got to keep it exciting for myself as well. The thought of a big well-defined man like yourself now getting off on servicing a smaller man is quite hot to think about. Looking down at your crotch and glancing at the bulge forming from those sweatpants, you realize that your new body agrees with me. 

So go ahead, get down on your knees and take care of your gym crush and competition. I’m sure if you do well enough, he’ll be up for round two with you. As the hungry bottom you now are, I’m sure you’re going to get such a kick out of him talking about just how big and buff you are as he gives it to you good from behind...

Thanks for your request though! Based on the wide smile plastered onto your face, I’m glad to see I have another satisfied customer.

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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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