Theres A Guy At The Gym Who Is Better Than Me In Every Possible Way. Hes At Least 64 While Im 58. His

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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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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Purrfect Punishment

With just a few days before Valentine’s Day, I couldn’t help but mentally scold myself for my behavior. I had a great relationship with my boyfriend James, but it seemingly wasn’t enough for me. My hormones got the best of me and I began to enjoy the company of other men. It first started out with simple flirting with other guys, but soon my interests moved towards hookup sites, where I’d tell James I was working late just so I could cover my indiscretions. It wasn’t even the fact that he wasn’t good in bed, we were often physically intimate with each other and thus very much enjoyed each other’s company. Something just wasn’t satisfying me as much anymore, so my thoughts and my body began to wander farther and farther from him. 

After foolishly leaving open up my laptop in the living room while I ran to the bathroom, James stumbled across the device after getting home from work. To his horror, he was greeted to the sight of all of my various secret sexting conversations with various men all around the city. Thinking back, I can’t help but wonder if my mind purposely forgot to close the laptop so he could find it. I knew my behavior was wrong and yet I couldn’t stop myself, maybe I needed him to find it so I could force myself to stop due to shame. 

Despite the possibility of my subconscious desire to get caught, I’ll never be able to forgive myself for my behavior. As I came out from the bathroom and took sight of his tear-soaked face illuminated by the computer that contained all my clandestine meetings, I felt so much shame and disgust with myself for hurting him like this. Understandably, James quickly kicked me out of our apartment while he attempted to process my behavior and figure out what went wrong. Quickly packing up a suitcase full of some clothing, I headed out with my head hung in shame as I searched to find a new place to stay for the time being.

Thankfully, I was able to score prime lodging in the form of my best friend’s couch for the time being, so I spent the next several days wallowing in self-hatred and longing for the ability to make things right with James. I wanted to fix this, but I knew it was going to have to wait given the poor timing. It was just my luck that he discovered my affairs the week leading up to Valentine’s Day, so I couldn’t help but curse my stars for such terrible timing.

As I cried myself to sleep one night, I couldn’t help but wish that I was back with James. I’d do anything to be back with him and show him that I understand that I hurt him. I didn’t want to hurt him, so I was more than willing to repent in any way he wanted just so I could have the chance to be with my boyfriend once more.

When I woke up the next morning, I couldn’t help but feel extremely strange. My skin felt incredibly itchy and warm and I felt very disoriented when I looked around from the couch. Everything seemed larger than it was the night prior, so I couldn’t help but twist my head in curiosity and try to figure out what’s going on. “Whoa, what the fuck is going on!” I say, my mind still somewhat groggy from just waking up. To my surprise, the words I thought didn’t come out of my mouth. Instead, my ears perked up in shock as a long “Meowwww” escaped from my mouth. 

Looking down, I gasped as I came to notice a pelt of hair now adorning my once relatively muscular and larger body. Spread out across the couch, I couldn’t help but notice that every inch of my body was now covered in a pelt of grey and white fur. Staring at my hands, I’m horrified by the sight of a furry set of paws. I groan as I already dearly miss the opposable thumbs I seemingly took advantage of. Twisting my body around, I stand upright and awkwardly stumble as I try to get used to my new stance as a quadrupedal creature. Feeling a weird sensation near my rear, I look behind me and take note of my new appendage in the form of a tail. I watch as it naturally sways in motion as I try to comprehend what’s going on.  I’m shocked and scared as to how this happened to me, but before I could even come close to trying to come to terms with my new identity and body, my ears go upright as I’m greeted to the screams of my best friend.

Looking towards the kitchen, I take sight of my friend, who seemingly just woke up as well based on the fact that he was clad only in a pair of briefs. “Get the hell out of here you dumb cat!” He screams, causing me to ignore my discomfort walking on four legs and instantly go into a fast sprint. A scared yelp comes out of my mouth as I search for an escape. Eventually, my eyes meet an open window close to the couch that I had been calling my temporary home. Eager to escape from the wraith of my best friend, my feline body naturally climbs up the couch until I’m close enough to quickly jump onto the window ledge and slide my thinner body through the cracked window.

Jumping down off the ledge, I expected some sort of pain as my four legs met the pavement, but I’m shocked to feel no twinge of pain whatsoever. Somewhat relieved to not be injured, I lean closer towards the buildings meeting the pavement as I try to avoid the sea of humans walking around with haste from destination to destination. Unsure of where I could go, my mind can only think of James, which I realize was luckily only a few minute walk from my friend’s house. Of course, the trek takes a bit longer given my smaller form, but in no time, I’ve reached the apartment complex that we used to live in. Waiting around, I cower by a mail dropbox on the sidewalk and wait for my chance to get inside.

Eventually, I watch as a woman carrying a handful of groceries finally comes along. I remember her as being an annoying tenant who lives a few doors down from us, but all of that is forgiven if I’m able to sneak my way in behind her. I wait as she gains access to the building and quickly props open the door with her heel so she can pick up her bags of groceries and head on inside before she gets locked out. Knowing that this is my only shot, I quickly dart past her as she struggles to grab every bag. Excited and hopeful that James can help me, I quickly traverse up the stairs and stumble over my paws as I walk toward the door of our apartment. 

Once I reach the door, I attempt to call out for James, desperate for him to hear my pleas and come to my rescue. However, I forget that my body can no longer produce words, so all that could come out of my mouth are a few varying meows. With no response, I lean against the door and use my front paws to slide up the door until I’m back on two legs. I slide my paws up and down against the door, with a scratching noise ringing out as my claws come out and sink deeper into the wood door. 

To my joy, I begin to hear footsteps heading my way until I see the shadow of two feet appear under the crack of the door. I purr in joy as the door opens and I’m greeted to the sight of my ex-boyfriend. He looks up at me in confusion, quickly saying “Well hello there, who are you huh?” and flashing an adorable smile. My body goes rigid as he picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “Let’s go find your owners ok?” he says as he closes the door behind him. Of course, his search for my missing owners is pointless when after an hour of searching, no one in the building is able to claim me as their pet. 

Defeated, he returns to his door and sets me back down on the ground as he looks at me with curiosity. “Well, what should we do with you now huh?” He ponders, trying to think about what the best course of action is. Thinking about it, I knew that there was a likelihood that he could either send me back out onto the street or call animal control to come get me. Worried about that possibility, I knew I had to act fast to try and get him to take me in for the time being. Leaning into my new cat identity, I walk over to his leg and nuzzle against it, feeling somewhat surprised as I purr in contentment at just how good it felt. James couldn’t help but chuckle at my behavior and quickly picked me up and looked down at me being cradled within his tattooed arms. 

“Well, since no one claimed you and you’re too cute to send away, I guess I can keep you for the time being. I’ll post some flyers around town as well, but until then, I guess you can stay with me…” He calmly said to me, which made me feel so calm as he spoke so softly. Leaning down, he kissed the top of my head and ran his fingers behind my ears, which caused a series of purrs to escape from my mouth. I didn’t know it, but James couldn’t help but feel quite happy to have stumbled upon this cat on his doorstep. Given his depression over the breakup, it was as if the universe had given him the perfect gift to move on from his boyfriend’s devastating revelation. 

Bringing me inside, he placed me on his shoulder as he gave me a tour of the place that once used to be my home. It was so strange trying to come to terms with the furniture that I once used daily now looking incredibly daunting and huge due to my smaller size. I was eager to find a way to fix this, but I soon found some problems due to my inability to verbalize my desires or search the internet. After a few months of unsuccessful attempts to get a release from my cat form, I eventually gave up on my quest for becoming a human again. It had been months by this point and I had slowly adapted to my new life. Over time, I forgot more about my old life as Travis, the human and began to accept my new identity as Leo, the cat. The universe seemingly punished me for my behavior, but I couldn’t exactly be mad at the punishment dealt to me. It definitely wasn’t the life I envisioned, but I could at least be thankful that I had the opportunity to be back with James again… one way or another.

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Helping Out A Friend: Part II

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Transformation Vacations: Australia

When both my wife and I were declared “non-essential” workers, we looked forward to some downtime to relax and stay safe during the pandemic. Just as we had hoped, the first few weeks of quarantine and home life went great. However, right we passed the two-month mark, cabin fever began to quickly set in. Our days of lounging around and binging TV on our couch became less enjoyable as our shorter tempers grew more and more as we fought over something as simple as a TV show. Eager to find my wife and I some relief, I decided to do some research about doing some form of vacation for us to go on. If the US was going to be so badly managing the virus, the concept of traveling to another country where the virus had already passed for the most part felt very exciting to me. 

Luckily, after an hour or so of searching and getting to the thirtieth page of search results, I found an incredibly interesting website. The website itself was very basic, with just a bold text of Transformation Vacations being awkwardly stretched across the header of the site. Underneath the large text was a small statement saying their purpose: “To provide life-changing experiences at low costs to those who need it the most!” 

Intrigued, I continued to look into the site as a large map appeared on the screen with some various locations that they offered packages for. Looking through it, I  considered trips to places like France, India, Spain, South Africa, Brazil, and Mexico. However, my eyes immediately found myself drawn to the hyperlink marked AUSTRALIA in bold letters. I quickly clicked on the link and my jaw dropped once I took a closer look.  Their website wasn’t lying, this was an INCREDIBLY cheap deal to visit Australia. Reading the description, it seemed like an amazing time for us to experience.

“Explore the Land Down Under. By purchasing our couples’ package, you will find yourself transported to the wonderful golden shores of Australia and get prime lodging right in the center of beautiful Sydney! Experience riding a wave with a surfing date, walking around the town, and a private candle-lit dinner at a five-star restaurant. Book one week now and get a free week!

This deal is selling fast so purchase now to make the most of this once-in-a-lifetime deal!”

Once I reached the end of the description and read the current offer, I knew we had to do it. After a few attempts to add the packages into my cart, the fifth time proved to be successful as I quickly entered my card details and confirmed the payment. I knew that the buggy interface and sketchy website should have swayed me away, the price being over 3x cheaper than the normal rates on other travel site made it seem like a no-brainer to at least try it. “If it went wrong, I could just refute the charge with my bank and get back my few hundred dollars” I told myself, trying not to stress too much about it.

As soon as I closed the tab and shut my laptop lid, I began to feel incredibly dizzy. Looking over at my already sleeping wife, I tried to speak but nothing came out of my mouth as I quickly fell out of consciousness...

Out of nowhere, I begin to feel incredibly warm and hear a loud roaring noise overtake my thoughts. After a moment of struggling to bring myself out of my weird state of consciousness, I opened my eyes and tried to get my bearings. But as I looked around at the sandy beach and rolling waves that kept crashing against the shore, I only grew more confused. “How in the hell did I end up on a beach? Did I die somehow?” I think to myself, wondering if this is somehow my version of the afterlife. 

Looking around, I turn to my left and see a tall man next to me holding onto a large surfboard with his eyes closed. “Hello, sir? Where am I?” I ask, but I continue to get no response. I clear my throat, as I catch myself suddenly saying things with a very different accent from my normal Boston one. I turn and pat the man on the shoulder, beginning to ask if he’s ok.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes burst open as a worried look immediately appears on his face. “Whoa!” I hear the man cry out, the voice coming out of his mouth also having the same accent, but with an added sense of confusion and fear. The man turns to me as he flashes his light brown eyes at me. “Who are you?” He asks, his thick eyebrows raising inquisitively. Confused by the question, I quickly respond “Uh, I’m Matt. Who are you?”

“Baby?” He asks as he leans in to get a closer look at me. “It’s me Shannon!” I hear him cry out. Looking at him, beyond the different gender, there’s no way that the man was my wife. My wife was a 42-year-old blonde woman who definitely didn’t have the thin physique that this man had. Confused and trying to remain calm, I lean down and put my hands to my temples as I try to think about this. However, but as I’m looking down, I find that the sight I see was a far cry from my 45 year old body as well. Instead of a puffy chest and a slight paunch on a hairy torso, my body had become replaced with a slight set of pecs, a hairless torso, and a prominent six-pack.

“Oh shit, I think that website swapped our bodies!” I cried out, shocked as I come to my sudden realization. The website wasn’t lying when they said we’d be transported to the location of our choice. The only problem is that our old bodies didn’t get to follow us over here. Looking down, I find that I’m quite unable to complaining at my new physique. However, all of my fears cause me to turn to Shannon as I look at the man that my wife had apparently inhabited and worry about how she’s feeling.

My fears about her being freaked out about the new body are quickly dashed as I see her drop the board and flash a quick smile as she begins to check out her physique. I can’t help but stifle my snicker as I watch her flex her fledgling biceps and pull her wetsuit away from her body a bit so she could slide her hand down and feel her new equipment. “Shannon, are you ok?” I ask, which causes her to turn to me in a wide grin and say “Absolutely love! I certainly didn’t expect to wake up as a man, but this body isn’t too bad”. As I watch her talk, I just continue to think about the native Australian voice that belonged to her body. Surprisingly, I can feel my new dick beginning to press against the wetsuit as I watch him speak and stare at his gorgeous face. It’s strange to think about how attractive my wife’s new body is to me. Prior to last night, I had never once in my life had a gay experience, but it seems that these new feelings that I have are going to be impossible to deny. Thinking about it, I begin to assume that these two were a gay couple given the description of the couples’ package I purchased. My boner continues to throb continue to stare at my wife’s light brown eyes and killer physique as I imagine all of the different kinds of fun we’re going to have once we get back to our place for the next two weeks.

I don’t know who these guys are, but I thank them for their service to letting us use their bodies (either voluntarily or not). As I bring my wife in for a big kiss, I can’t help but smile as I watch her radiant smile come across even through this new body she’s found herself in. Unwilling to wait any longer to begin our vacation, I grab my board and tell her to let’s surf as she grabs hers and follows me out to sea.

Our Australia trip had just started, but it’s already the most amazing trip we’ve ever been on. I can’t wait to make the most of our trip and have a way to find some happiness even in the most dire of situations. “Thank you Transformation Vacations!” I think to myself as I let my body’s muscle memory lead the way. With my wife in tow on her own board, we both shred this killer wave towards the shore before turning back out to do it all over again.

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