Im Pretty Much A Hairless, Toned-twink. Ill Take Anything You Can Give. Can You Help Me Out?

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!

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Manifesting Your Dreams

It had been a long night and I had just gotten home from the closing shift at my lame fast-food job. I was eager to finally sit down and relax for a bit, so as soon as I passed through the threshold of my door, I immediately stripped out of my uniform. Once I was down to my underwear, I quickly walked around and picked up some various litter on the floor before I finally sat down and relaxed. Right as I look up from picking up a wrapper, my eyes pass through the window and catch a glimpse at my hunky neighbor Dan. I stare at his college-formed muscles as his biceps naturally flex while he carries out a bag full of trash out to the bin. Unable to break myself away from the allure of his body, I continue to just stare and ogle him.

Although we weren’t too different in age, we were quite different in every other way. While Dan was muscular from his college basketball days, I was relatively average. My body had the hint of muscle, but my body had a normal layer of flab that firmly resisted disappearing no matter how much I worked out. Dan was a solid 6’2” jock and the most popular kid in school and I was a 5’6” nerd who kept to myself and just listened to music to stay away from interactions. Growing up, we used to spend our weekends together hanging out due to both our close proximity and the relatively close ages between us (he was 23, while I had just recently turned 19). Another reason why we were constantly together was that our parents enjoyed the alone time and would take turns having alone time by sending their child across the street. However, things began to change as Dan got older and got more and more involved in the “jock scene”. Our communication grew less and less frequent and he even actively tried to avoid me anytime we locked eyes. 

Unfortunately for me, it wasn’t as easy for me to just fully forget about him and move on. I had too many good memories associated with him due to our upbringing. Another aspect that prevented me from moving on was that due to my sexuality exploration, I soon found that I was incredibly attracted to him. For years, I had spent so many nights wishing that we could be together or just have a simple kiss so I could stop fantasizing so much about him. However, those days never came and he soon began to infiltrate my simple dreams, twisting my mind so intensely that I began having frequent sex dreams where he was the main attraction. These dreams would normally happen a few times a month, but due to the fact that I was living back at home due to the pandemic, the frequency had gone up to be several times in a single week. As much as I enjoyed the dreams themselves, it became quite a problem as I had to deal with the constantly jizz-covered undies I woke up to. Every morning, I would have to wake up a good 10 minutes early so I could sneak into the laundry room and quickly throw them into the washer to try and hide the evidence of my family. I had come out to them back when I was 17, and they still aren’t too keen on the idea of their son getting intimate with another man. However, I just brushed it off as and chalked it up to them being behind in the times. On the positive side of things, their little outbursts were the main ammunition to fuel my motivation to finish my degree. Once I graduate and can have a career, I’d finally be able to sever ties with them and live my life without having to worry about their looming shadow plaguing any relationships I’d come to have.  

I shake my head as I escape my trip down memory to find Dan throw his trash in the can next to the curb. I watch as a lone soup can escapes from the bag and clatters into the middle of the street. Dan audibly groans, which makes me laugh, as he heads to pick up the can that had now traveled to right outside my house. He finally reaches the can and picks it up, looking up as his eyes go wide as he looks at me. I look down and gasp once I finally realize how revealing I am. “Oh my fucking god” I think to myself as my eyes go wide from how bad this must look. We quickly lock eyes and I begin to act frazzled as I’m unsure what to do. Awkwardly, I do a tiny wave and smile, which actually causes a small but noticeable grin to spread across his face. Staring at me, he offers up a cute little salute and turns to head back towards his house as he drops the can back into the trash bin.

Completely embarrassed, I pull down the blinds and throw myself into bed. I grab a pillow and hold it against my face as I scream into it and try to cope with the insane level of embarrassment I felt. Ready for this shitty day to be over, I quickly turn off all of my lights and head to bed.

After what felt like only a few minutes, I gasp as I’m startled awake by a large knock on my door. Groaning, I get up and head towards the door, assuming my mom was trying to give me some sort of scolding for some reason. The knocking continues as I quickly say “Dammit Mom, I’m coming. Give me a second!”

Opening the door, I gasp as I’m greeted to a face-full of pectorals. I look up and see Dan staring at me with a wide grin. “You’re coming huh? That soup can must have really turned you on I guess...” He adds with a chuckle. Blushing, I quickly go “Uh, hey Dan, what are you doing here… and why are you shirtless?” I say, confused by his lack of shirt and the extreme level of perspiration coating his skin. “I was just going for a little run, just wanted to check in and see how you’re doing.” He says with a smile. “Oh, I’m doing good. I just got off work and was ready to go to bed…” I respond, unable to stop tilting my head between his sweaty chest and devilishly handsome face. “Sorry, should I put on a shirt? Based on how you were looking over there, I figured you wouldn’t mind a little more skin.” He adds with a wink. 

As he finishes his coy wink, I feel my manhood begin to pulsate against the tight fabric of my briefs. “Oh, it’s no problem. I don’t mind it at all.” I say with an awkward smile. “That’s good to hear, I’d love to show you more if you wanted..” He continues as he snaps his fingers. I watch as his clothes just disappear in a flash. “Whoa, what the fuck” I say as I look down and see his firm thighs and rod of a dick greeting my eyes. 

“Shhh, no more talking… Let’s do this” he adds as he suddenly presses his lips against mine. I return it with fervor as I taste the scent of cheap beer and potato chips, an obvious indication that he was watching some kind of sports game with his dad. He places his hands around my head as he pulls me in deeper, leading me backwards as I fall onto the bed. “Fuck...!” I say, as I look up and see my long-time crush staring down at me with a feral look of lust in his eyes. “Don’t worry, let me take care of you Charlie. I know what I’m doing” he says with a chuckle as I watch him get on his knees and pull down my underwear. I cringe as my much-smaller dick firmly points up and out towards his open mouth. “Well well well, what do we have here…” He says as he lightly kisses along my shaft. I attempt to stifle my moans, but I’m unable to prevent them as I feel his mouth slide down my shaft and fully take my throbbing member in. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I feel Dan continue to suck me off. In my mind, I’m shocked at the fact that somehow Dan is a complete expert on how to do the perfect blow-job. “Oh fuck, I’m close…” I moan as I feel his lips slide up and down my shaft faster and faster.

For some unknown reason, I suddenly feel compelled to get his mouth off my cock. After successfully getting him to come up for air, I command him to get into bed, shocking myself at my sudden domineering attitude. Both shocked and turned on by my new attitude, Brad obeys my orders as he lays down and knowingly places his ass up in the air. “Ah yeah, that’s a much better place…” I moan as I run my hands along his perky yet firm muscular ass. After a quick slap of his left ass cheek, I waste no time and quickly lubricate my cock with the trusty tube of lube in my side table drawer. I toy with him first, sliding my cock between his cheeks, which makes me giggle as I hear his deep husky voice moan in glee. Unwilling to wait any longer, I finally slide into him and begin a pulsating rhythm of thrusting in and out of his tight jock hole.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good”, we moan in unison, both clearly turned on by this new power dynamic I’ve developed. Hearing him moan my name and seeing him in such a submissive position makes it irresistible to wait much longer. “I wish I had a body like yours. I’d totally fuck you and any other man” I cry out, feeling such unbelievable pleasure from it. I begin to pump faster and faster  I feel myself preparing to shoot into him as I continue to moan...  “Oh… oh my god… I’m cumming… I’m cum-” 

My eyes jolt awake as I find the early morning light perfectly passing through the blinds on my window. “Goddammit” I think to myself, “it was another damn sex dream… I really need to get laid so I can stop having them.” Looking around, my anger about the sex dream turns into complete confusion as it becomes clear that I’m no longer in my bedroom. Instead of various pop star posters and video game memorabilia, my walls are now adorned with busty females and posters of various basketball superstars. “What the fuck-” I say as I hear a deeper voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I notice I’m definitely not in my real body as I see the clearly defined pecs and cobblestone abs of an athlete press out of my torso. I check my phone and pull up the camera. As I flip the app to the front-facing camera and look into it, I gasp as I find that the visage of Dan greeting me. I see his dark brown stubble spread across my face and his brown hair shown on the screen.

Unsure what’s going on, I peek out of the window and look across the street, curious about what’s going on with my old body. While looking, I squint and begin to notice that my new body was staring at the window towards me. As I continue to squint through the morning light, I begin to notice my body sitting at the desk in front of the window and his right arm furiously shaking. As he continues to look at me with a longing face, I finally begin to realize what he was doing. “Oh my god, he’s literally masturbating thinking about me” I say as I gasp and pull shut the blinds. Trying to find an explanation, I keep going back to the sex dream and the last thing I said before I woke up. “I wish I had a body like this” echoes in my mind as I realize that I have somehow caused me and Dan to swap bodies. But based on his behavior, he seems to be completely oblivious to the change. In his mind, he’s seemingly just Charlie now. As bad as I feel, I can’t help but laugh. I just begin to think about how sad his life is now. He’s stuck with homophobic family members, a dead end job, and an unrequited crush on me. I get up and head over to the full length mirror attached to his bedroom door. Looking at it, I begin to think about how irresistable I’m going to be with all of the gays once the pandemic is over. I plan on becoming a hot staple at the local gay clubs once it’s finally safe to get so close again.

Although I’m still confused and shocked about what’s happened to me, I feel incredibly drowsy. Unsure of how to proceed, I just decide to go back to bed for a quick little nap. “Swapping bodies must really wear you out” I think to myself as I finally lay back into bed. As I finally start to doze off, I start to dream about all of the new experiences I’m going to have as Dan...

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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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Ouija Boards Don’t Have A Sense of Humor

This idea was a request by @leothunder21. If you have a story idea you’d like me to write, feel free to send it in here! ​

You originally scoffed at the idea of playing with the board with your friends, but after a few drinks and an open mind, you eventually gave into their pleas. You weren’t a believer in the supernatural, so you found it hard to believe that using a ouija board would end up with any fun result. To you, it was just a dumb parlor trick that was able to fool the lighthearted and those desperate for evidence of life after death.

When the game first started, the group began by asking for any spirits to make their presence known. After a few attempts, their questions were completely ignored and elicited no response. To try and join in on the fun, you called out “Spirit, make yourself known!” and chuckled. Out of nowhere, the planchette quickly slid across the board, pulling everyone along with it in a single swoop. Everyone else gasped and cried out in shock, but you were not convinced. Assuming that it was just a joke, you cockily declared “Well, what do you want then?” 

You and your friends meticulously watched the board as the planchette dashed across the board letter by letter. “B-O-D-Y” it spelled out, which made you chuckle at such a predictable answer then. Your friends were still sure that the board was real and begged you to leave it alone, but you wouldn’t give it up. “If it’s a body you want, come and take mine then. I’m not sure anyone would want a body like this though, even a ghost has standards...” you stated. And it was somewhat true, you weren’t the ugliest guy ever, but you certainly weren’t in the top 100 guys that someone would wish to look like. Overall, you were quite average and your clothing didn’t help your case, which only emphasized your lanky body and average demeanor. 

Apparently though, the spirit talking through the board was willing to take you up on the offer. Your face quickly drops from a cocky smile to a look of amazement as a billowing plume of smoke manifested out of the plastic viewfinder in the center of the planchette. Your friends gasped in shock, but both you and your friends could do nothing as the smoke darted towards you. It took only a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity for you as the smoke shot down your nose and throat. You could only gag and choke on the smoke, but right as you felt yourself reaching the brink of asphyxiation, you suddenly drifted off into a state of slumber.

When you wake up, you find yourself laying on a dark black floor. Unsure what was going on, you frantically search around as you find yourself lost in a seemingly endless dark void. Upon a second inspection, your eyes suddenly recognize a form manifesting out of the void. Within several seconds, you watch as a hulking brute of a man materializes in front of you and gives you a devilish grin. “Well hello there” he said, his husky voice echoing within this darkness you now found yourself in. “Who are you? What do you want?” You respond, your tone pointed to tell the man you weren’t intimidated by him. “You know who I am, you invited me into your body” he chuckled, which made you begin to realize that this was some form of ghost. 

As a look of panic began to spread over your face, the man directed you to remain calm. He detailed his story about how he was an up-and-coming jock who was killed in a freak accident. For years now, he’d been searching for a host to help him have an opportunity at life once more, so he was ecstatic when you willingly offered up your body to him. When you asked him if he was going to take control of your body and leave you here, he chuckled and curtly stated that he had no desires to trap you deep within the trenches of your mind. Instead, the specter proposed a new deal that would be beneficial to the both of you. By accepting his deal, he stated that he would be able to help you become an irresistible man that would demand attention and respect. By merging your souls, you would be given the opportunity to be the assertive man you had always longed for. The spirit’s demands were fairly simple, where he would be allowed to have access to all of your senses and thus get to experience life once more (even if he was permanently in the passenger seat). He asked for the ability to mentally communicate with you when necessary, where he would only offer tips and tricks when it came to becoming a jock like he once was. 

You stood there, thinking about your possibilities. If you refused, there was always the possibility that the ghost’s demeanor would change and thus punish you for not agreeing to its terms. As you considered the deal, you realized that it wasn’t a completely terrible one. By letting this spirit take up a residence within you, you’d remain in control and become a buff jock like you always wished. On top of that, you’d be allowed to maintain your intelligence and personality to become a truly triple-threat with a killer body, a high IQ, and an approachable yet cocky personality. 

After a few more minutes of thinking it over, you looked at the spirit and placed your hand forward. “It’s a deal then”, you stated with a smile. The ghost returned the pleasantry and shook your hand and flashed a bright smile.

For moments, everything went dark, but things were happening while you remained unconscious. In the real world, your friends began to gasp as your body began to contort and twist in a gruesome fashion. Your body let out natural grunts and growls during the contortions, but that wasn’t all that was happening. Your arms tensed up as fists clenched, but to your friends’ surprise, your arms began to explode with muscle. With the visual resembling a balloon being blown up, your friends could only look in shock as biceps inflated into existence and forearms thickened to create two intimidating arms. The changes continued downward as your body continued to inflate with muscle. Your thin torso soon began to explode, with hefty pectorals manifesting within seconds and stretching your shirt to the absolute brink of ripping. One-by-one, abdominal muscles emerged and popped into place down your stomach. With these changes finishing on your torso, your stretched t-shirt ultimately lost the battle and ripped in several places.

With your torso now completed, the changes move a few inches south as it begins to localize around your dick. Even down to the equipment, you were incredibly average. This situation is soon remedied as your dick begins to lengthen several inches and gain a little bit of girth as well. The changes move to your backside, which is clear to your friends as they watch you slowly rise up on the bed. Your ass begins to inflate with a healthy mix of muscle and fat until you’re left with a brand new bubble butt.

The changes once again continue its downward movement, with your legs becoming the new focus. Your friends could only stare at your jean-covered legs, watching as the flesh underneath rippled and waved in a strange fashion. It didn’t take long before your thighs began to grow a musculature that would have only been possible after years of hard work in a gym. Finally, your calves also inflated as well to show that your new body was quite the runner. Much like your t-shirt, your jeans were ultimately no match for your wide thick thighs and ultimately caused the denim to shred. To finish up the physical changes, your body tenses up as your height quickly grows from a normal 5’8” to an intimidating 6’4”. In response, your jeans now look like a pair of capris and your t-shirt begins to ride up until it more closely resembled a midriff shirt.

Now that your body’s musculature had completely changed, a final wave of cosmetic changes began to spread across your body. Through the tattered shirt and ripped jeans, your friends watched as jet black tattoos began to manifest all across your body. Your nerdy friends gasped in response, immediately growing intimidated by just the sight of the fresh ink. As the changes begin to dwindle down, your hair starts to magically recede into your scalp until you’re left with a look of a freshly buzzed hair that only adds to your now permanent look of dominance. While the hair finishes disappearing from your scalp, facial hair also begins to push out of your pores. The wiry brown hair quickly grows out of your face until you’re left with a modest beard. To finish, a little bit of trimming occurs around your mouth with your mustache and goatee area.

Now that your changes are finished, it’s as if on cue when your eyes jolt open. As you return to consciousness, you grumble and groan due to how heavy you feel. “Gosh, that was such a weird dream…” you say, tilting your head in confusion as you hear the deeper voice coming out of your mouth. When you bring your hand up to your face to wipe your eyes and stretch your arms behind your head, your eyes go wide as you see the thick hands and tatted-up forearms and biceps you now had. Watching your biceps bulge through your ripped t-shirt, you grin as you realize that the ghost truly did follow through with his promise. “Thank you” you thought, hoping that the ghost was able to somehow hear your appreciation. You jump at first as you hear the spirit’s voice echo within your mind. “Thank you as well, I appreciate you doing this for me!” he says, a surprisingly cheery tone being noticed in his voice. 

Standing up, you stumble and attempt to remain upright as you attempt to get used to your new weight and center of gravity. You hadn’t expected such a change, but it was understandable given all of the muscles you had just been gifted. Your friends have become totally forgotten in your mind as you head into a bathroom to check yourself out. After flicking on the light and turning towards the mirror, you gasp at just the sight of your new body. Tired of seeing the tattered shirt, you grip the fabric and rip it completely off your body, revealing your inked and buff body. You shift in the mirror and take note of your beefy pecs and flex for your own satisfaction. As you feel your now-larger dick beginning to firm up at the sight of yourself, you decide that it’s best to go out and explore the town. No longer in the mood with playing childish games, you grab your oversized winter coat that now fits perfectly and head out into the night. With a body like this, you were eager to see what the world had to offer you now.

It had been almost a year now since the change and life had only gotten dramatically better for you since then. As it turns out, the spirit used to be a football player, so upon him bring up this fact, you asked him to share that knowledge. Your brain became overstimulated as years of experience flooded your mind. Various plays, tips on how to be the best player, and even experiences that the ghost had in his past life began to spring forth to the front of your mind. After returning to a normal state of consciousness, you decided that it would be a shame to waste this knowledge and ultimately tried out for the team. 

With this built body and his shared knowledge, you immediately made the team and eventually became the star player on the team. In less than a season, you turned a failing football team into a championship winning team. With your meteoric rise, the college bent to any whim of yours to keep you from leaving them. As a result, you were given a full ride scholarship and the full backing of the college as they vowed to help you go pro once you graduate. It was obvious why they would do that, given your meteoric rise and already growing social media following, the opportunity of you going pro would only positively represent and promote their college. The partnership with you and the ghost had turned out to be mutually beneficial for the both of you. Now, you both were looking to accomplish things that neither of you would have ever done solo... 

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Karmic Payback: Infidelity

“Wow, I can’t believe how ripped this douchebag is…” I muttered to myself as I stared into the mirror and took some photos of the asshole who had secretly infiltrated my relationship with my boyfriend. For months now, I had felt like there was a strange disconnect between myself and my boyfriend Felix. He had been out later and later either working or going out to hang with his friends, leaving me stuck in our apartment with nothing to entertain myself but a Netflix account and a friend in the form of our pet cat. 

This became my daily routine for several months as Felix was gone out of the house more and more while I was left to my own devices until he decided to finally wander home and pass out in bed before we could even get remotely intimate. Usually, I would use my own laptop for watching stuff in bed, but I somehow forgot to plug it in last night. Unfortunately for me, my charger cord is far too short to allow me to watch with the laptop on the bed with me. Luckily, I spotted Felix’s Macbook and opened it up to use for the time being. We were both rather independent individuals with our own password-protected laptops and cars that each of us only had one key for, but I shrugged off that usual rule for one day and cracked open his laptop. Not surprisingly, the computer asked for his PIN, so I took a crack at a few guesses before finally getting it to open by typing his birthday. Then, I began to enjoy my night by streaming old episodes of Parks and Recreation while I snacked on some popcorn.

A few hours had passed and I had somewhat forgotten about Felix and my worries about where he was. I smiled as I felt a wave of relief pass through me as I fell deeper into my bed and surrendered to the warm comfort I felt. Little did I know that this relief would be short-lived once I saw a text notification appear on the top right side of the computer screen from the name Alex. I had originally shrugged it off and paid it no attention as I remembered that he had a co-worker named Alex that he had been working with on a big project. However, my eyes bulged out as they caught the phrase “had a great time, I already miss that ass of yours ;)” displayed in his text. I gasped as I pulled the computer close to me and clicked on the notification, which brought me to a page of Felix’s text history with Alex. While looking through the series of flirty messages and nude photographs they shared, it was clear: Felix was cheating on me. As I read through the messages, I saw their conversations where Felix talked about his plan for dumping me so he could finally make it official with Alex. I read Alex’s horny sexting talking about how much he enjoys fucking my man. My blood was boiling as I read about how Felix let this douchebag exclusively top him, when Felix never let me do that in the three years that we had been together.

At first, I was furious and ready to beat him to the punch and end things as soon as he got home. I couldn’t believe that I was so oblivious to his cheating ways for months now! But as I laid in bed and began to think more about it, I found myself becoming depressed as I stared at the photos of this buff man who had been fucking my boyfriend behind my back. He was the complete opposite of me, a lanky computer programmer who was never allowed to top my boyfriend. It was completely infuriating yet depressing at the same time, as I began to feel so insecure about myself and excuse his behavior, blaming it on myself and my non-impressive body.

Before I knew it, I heard Felix enter the apartment and close the door behind him. Unsure what to do given my depressed mood, I quickly slammed shut his laptop, placed it back where I found it, and jumped into bed. Right as he opened the door, I turned to the side and shut my eyes, deciding the best course of action to avoid a confrontation at such a vulnerable state would be to just wait until I process it myself. I felt so many emotions running through my body as I heard him get undressed and felt him slide into the bed with me. He kissed me on the back of the head and turned the opposite way as he quickly fell asleep, leaving me alone to quietly handle the emotional trenches I now found myself so deeply sunk into. I silently cried to myself as I slowly passed out from being both physically and emotionally worn out. All I could think about as I fell asleep was wishing that I could be good enough for Felix and that I would never have to feel mediocre ever again…

When I woke up the next morning, I got upset as my arm aimlessly wandered around my sheets and found myself coming up empty. Once again, Felix had left me alone without even a goodbye, which stung even more given last night’s revelation. I felt a slight tickle above my lip, which was quickly relieved when I scratched it and felt the thick facial hair draped around my upper lip. “Gosh, I really need to trim. I didn’t realize it’s been this long since I shaved” I thought to myself as I made plans for my morning routine given that I was alone once again. Turning around, I squinted my eyes and immediately put up my hand as my eyes were suddenly burned from the bright sunlight shining through the bedroom window. “But… there’s not a window on my side of the bed” I thought to myself as I began to sit up and figure out what’s going on. As I lowered my hand away from my eyes, I gasped as I looked at a much thicker hand than the one I had the night prior. My hands were once tiny with long fingers, which made it perfect for my career in working with computers. But now, they were much wider and thicker, with fingers that were no longer long, but thicker and more masculine-looking.

As I look down, I’m shocked by the sight of the wide and thick pectorals that now rest on the top of my chest. I know for a fact that I did not have these last night, which only adds to my morning confusion. From all of my years of running track in high school, the only muscle on my body was a modest amount of muscle around my calves and thighs. Yet, as I remove the sheet and stare at the completely buff torso that is completely revealed to me, I know that something has definitely changed me. I lift up my arm to scratch behind my head as I feel a thick presence press against my face. Pulling my arm back down, I’m greeted to the sight of a thick bicep that proudly flexes with even the slightest movement in my arm.

“Ahhh” I cry out as I jump out of bed and find myself unsure what’s happening to me. “Where the fuck am I?” I scream as I look around the bedroom that is very clearly not the same one I fell asleep in. Assuming I’m dreaming still, I frantically pace around the house I now found myself in and check every room until I quickly stumble into a bathroom and slam the door behind me. I flick on the light and I come face to face with the man who Felix cheated on me with. Alex’s face is displayed to me as I realize that I’m somehow inside of Alex’s body. Now positive that I’m dreaming, I turn the faucets and splash my face with copious amounts of water. But, the vision of Alex still remains in between each cold splash of clarity. I wished to be good enough for Felix and to never feel mediocre again, so it seems that the universe has played a cruel joke on me by forcing me to inhabit the body of my biggest enemy. 

As I stare into the bathroom mirror and mentally comprehend what’s happening, I can’t help but find myself slightly turned on at the prospect of being Alex. Because he was an asshole who ruined my relationship with Felix, I couldn’t help but chuckle thinking about how shocked and disappointed Alex must have awoken this morning stuck in my old body. Given that this dude obviously cared about working out and being physically fit, I’m sure he’s going to get a thrill out of my lanky, average body with a boyfriend who doesn’t find him attractive anymore. I cockily smiled and flexed my biceps as I thought about how much fun it’s going to be becoming the exclusive top now. It would be so easy to dominate Felix and he would have no idea that it was his boyfriend fucking him the entire time.

Although I’m still in shock over this change, I can’t help but feel in high spirits as I confidently march back into the bedroom. As I look into his bedroom mirror, I can’t help but smile as I look at the stunning body that is now reflected back at me. I love karma and it seems like karma loves me as well. As I’m admiring my biceps and lifting the waistband of my shorts to take a look at my new equipment, I jump and the waistband snaps across my lower torso as a loud ding permeates across the room. I quickly stop admiring myself as I begin to look around the room and search for his/my phone. After a few minutes of searching, I finally find it on his desk and I watch as Face ID picks up his face and immediately unlocks and opens to his texting app. Looking at the app, I find that there were some new messages from Felix. Curious, I open it up and chuckle as I read his series of messages.

“Hey sexy, could I come over?”

“He knows somehow…”

“He’s acting weird and saying that he doesn’t know why he’s here.”

“He’s crying in the bathroom and saying that he’s supposed to be you”.

“Please message me back.’

“I just dumped him, I’m heading over. I need you to make me feel better...” 

Shrugging to myself, I open the camera as I begin to take some photos. “Wow, I can’t believe how ripped this douchebag is…” I muttered to myself as I picked one and sent it off to Felix. Following it up, I quickly send a little text in the style of his writing. He didn’t seem to be the brightest man, but the man surely loved his wink emoji, so it was quite easy to pass myself off as him.

“Great, I’ll be waiting for you ;)”

As I stood there in my mirror, I felt much more confident somehow. Maybe it was remnants of Alex’s old personality joining mine, but I felt much more secure with myself than I ever did prior to today. It was quite fun to think about myself being in such a well-sculpted body. With my brains and his brawn, I was going to be quite the unstoppable, irresistible catch once I’m back on the market. But first, I’m going to have to punish my dirty dog of an ex by topping him for the first and only time. I can’t wait to see his face when I finish and tell him to get out immediately after. I chuckle to myself as I begin to imagine him crying, begging me to be with him. But, I think we’re both in for our own change. I’ll get the confidence I wanted and the body and life he wanted to spend his days with, and he’ll get to experience being alone for trying to chase two guys and losing them both!

As I hear a knock on the door, I flash a devilish smile in the mirror as I prepare to teach my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend a good and hard lesson about infidelity...

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Hello Sir, I was wondering if you could help me out. I’m an average 36 year old 3/4 white 1/4 Mexican guy. I’ve always been jealous of my adopted Japanese 24 year old twink brother. Is there a way you can make me more like him or understand things from his point of view better? Thank you for your assistance!

Becoming A Younger Twin

It had always been a struggle for you to relate to your brother, especially given your older age of 36 while your youngest brother was only 24. The level of disconnect only furthered as you realized that you both grew up in different cultures and thus lost the ability to bond over similar life experience. You were close with your middle sibling, a 34-year-old biological brother named Dave, so you desperately wanted to form that same brotherly bond with your new sibling. However, after your family adopted Johnny, you found every attempt of yours to grow close to him failed. You guys were both very different in terms of personality and those previously discussed differences didn’t help at all in terms of mending the bridge between you and your adopted brother. 

However, after several years of attempting to grow close, you eventually gave up on forming that brotherly bond. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to grow close to him, the problem was that you never knew how to approach it so you could help relate with him. I could understand your annoyance with this problem, so it definitely makes sense why you reached out to me to help you out. Luckily, I’ve come up with a great idea on how to fulfill your wish… 

It seemed to me that the best idea to allow you to grow closer to your brother would be to turn you into his twin. No longer would you have to worry about the dynamic of being older or younger than him. Now, you’d both be on equal footing and have to go through the same experiences together in life.

As I declared my wish for you, the changes in your body quickly began. Moving away from your computer, you were left speechless at just how quickly I granted your wish. Looking into your wall mirror, you were happy to see your older body quickly youthened down to your new age of 24. Wrinkles quickly dissolved from your body as your skin began to radiate in its newfound youth. With your body finishing up the final stages of growing younger, any excess flab due to being a working adult quickly dissolved off of your body and left you with the same twinkish body type as your brother.

With your age changes completed, your body continued to tingle with magical influence, making you realize that my changes weren’t quite finished. Taking off your clothes due to the combination of the tingle and a radiating heat, you could only watch in excitement as your body began to inflate with muscle. A toned stomach quickly reformed as a six-pack of cobblestone abs pushed out and your frail arms buffed up into a decent yet intimidating set of biceps. You felt a searing pain radiate off your chest, and you could only look down and groan in pain as a large tattoo faded into existence on top of your growing pectorals.

Now, cosmetic changes continued as your hair grew shades darker from a brownish hue to a jet black color. Your hair then restyled itself into a more youthful style as well, which caused you to smile while running your thinner hands through the thick hair you now had. To complete your transition into Johnny’s twin, you stared in the mirror as your white complexion rapidly disappeared and was replaced into an identical complexion as your now-biological Asian brother.

The tingling sensation quickly dissipated from your body as you realized the physical changes had finally completed. Your eyes begin to look around the room and you stare in wonder as reality begins to rewrite itself and change to make it seem as though you’d always been Johnny’s twin. Your decor changes to better match your new life, with decorations popping into existence which celebrates your new heritage and just further showcases your new younger life. Unknown to you, your clothes begin to change as well to become better accommodating for your new life.

As I finish rearranging your room, you feel a slight static shock shoot through your brain when I send in tons of new memories that detail your journey to becoming the adopted child of the parents who used to be your biological ones. Although you were Johnny’s twin, memories inform you that you were now the youngest twin, being born just a few minutes after Johnny. I couldn’t help but add a little twist to your wish and make it so now you’re both a twin and the youngest sibling in the family now. With new memories also informing you of your new relationship with your once-biological brother Dave, you couldn’t help but smile as my reality rewrite made it so now you’re close with both of your siblings now. 

With my mental changes, I decided to leave in the memories of your old life this time so you’d always know who you used to be. Given your desire to become close to Johnny, I figured it would be a good idea to keep those old memories, so you could remember all of the brotherly things you never got the chance to do with him. It was my way of reminding you and encouraging you to do those things you’ve always dreamed of. 

Leaving you alone to fully comprehend your new life after finishing my changes, you couldn’t help but smile as you realize that your wish has finally been fulfilled. You had now been given the ability to become closer to him than ever before. By becoming his twin, you now could relate to him on a whole new level and thus form that brotherly bond you had spent years desiring.

As if on cue, you hear a knock on the door and Johnny’s voice is heard from the other side of the door. “Are you ready?” he asks, which causes you to dive deep into your memories and figure out what he’s referring to. Within no time, you remember your plans with him to go to the beach to be horny young men and try to pick up some potential suitors.

Wasting no time, you quickly tell him you’ll be down in a second and you look around in your new wardrobe to find the perfect bathing suit to pick up some lovers. Fumbling around in your dresser drawers, you eventually find a blue-striped speedo and decide this was the perfect choice. Putting on a pair of athletic shorts and a snug tank top that shows off your impressive build, you quickly bound down the stairs and head out with Johnny towards the beach.

During the trek to the beach, you felt so happy as you and Johnny naturally engaged in conversation and playfully treated each other as brothers like you’d always wanted. Time passed so seamlessly that you didn’t even notice as you traversed from the grassy pathway into the sandy beach. The only time when it was made clear to you was the moment when your flip-flops immediately allowed your toes to become engulfed in the hot sand. 

Heading into the changing room with Johnny, you quickly take off your shorts and tank top and shower off after Johnny finishes. As you head back towards the beach, your face permanently has a wide grin plastered over it as you can’t help but feel so happy about your new life. Not only could you be closer to your brother, you now had a rocking body and a new chance at enjoying your youth. And based on how great you both looked, it seemed like a no brainer that you both were going to have a great night as well...

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