Becoming Royce Dunne

Becoming Royce Dunne

Sitting here in my chair, I take a deep breath as I push away from my desk and keyboard. After hours of writing and editing, I finally was able to complete another story for my blog. For some reason however, this story was quite the chore for me to get through. With all of my feeble attempts at trying to simulate the experience of a gym-goer, I found myself confused and unable to really engross myself in the world that my main protagonist was in. Thanks to the assistance of Google and YouTube though, I was able to fake it till I completed my best possible version of the story I was looking to tell. But even as I moved forward with the story, I still had slight annoyance at my problems with writing this story. But due to me not wanting to further delay my output, I quickly posted the story and went about the rest of my day.

Leaning further back, I aimlessly went about my day and pulled up close to my desk once more. Unsure of what to do, I just fell down a deep hole of binging random videos on YouTube and playing a few games to try and both stay awake and move out of writer mode. However, no matter how hard I tried, my mind kept going back to the new story and trying to better envision the gym lifestyle that I was attempting to replicate. Growing increasingly frustrated, I couldn’t help but think about how much better my stories could be if I had a lifestyle of a jock who loved going to the gym. Despite my enjoyment of transforming other people into their desires, I had never really used my abilities on myself. 

However, as I continue to ponder the possibilities of who I could become, I couldn’t help but be more and more swayed into eventually giving into my temptations. If I could become some sort of jock and gain the gym experience, I figured that it would only help my writing. I began to visualize myself in the gym in some sort of jock body, which immediately caused myself to grow increasingly turned on by the possibilities. Of course, it didn’t take much longer for me to finally make my mind up and decide to try this out. Despite my immediate boner begging me to get the transformation started, I soon began to ponder who I could possibly want to be for a short while. Deciding to go body hunting, I grinned as I pulled up multiple social media apps in an attempt to find the perfect match for what I’m desiring.

After several minutes of endlessly scrolling through my feed, I finally came across a man that I’d definitely love to be. Looking at the photos belonging to the Australian hunk Royce Dunne, I couldn’t help but begin to fantasize myself with a body like his. Scrolling through his feed and staring at the man’s incredibly buff physique, I knew that I’d enjoy every moment with a body like that. Like c’mon now, just look at the man...

Given that Royce is from Australia, I know automatically that I didn’t want to swap bodies. The concept of finding myself in an entirely new country was incredibly daunting and immediately left me growing anxious. As I continued to think about that, I remembered that the man was straight with a wife and kids. I wasn’t a kid person and the concept of having to fake it with a woman was not a pleasing thought, so if I could avoid dealing with all of that, the better it would be for everyone. After a few more minutes of attempting to figure out other options of transformation, I came up with the plan to transform myself into a duplicate of the muscular jock.

With my mind made up, I decided to waste no more time and immediately began to transform myself into the stunning Royce. The changes started small, with my hair quickly changing in terms of style and color. Curious to see the changes, I fished my phone out of my pocket and stared in shock as each strand of hair grew a few shades darker. As the hair finishes changing, I feel a slight twinge of numbness shoot through my face. Immediately I begin to feel my face slightly reforming, as if my face was made of clay and slowly melting and drooping from the heat of an intense sun. With my free hand instinctively moving towards my face, I now realize how shocking it is to experience these changes first hand. Looking into the phone camera, I note the fact that my face thinning out and my nose is growing more and more pronounced by the second. As my hand continues to explore my evolving face, it’s strange how foreign and yet familiar the new arrangement on my face feels. 

After a few more minutes, I slowly begin to feel that twisting and contorting sensation disappear from my face. Looking closer at myself, I gasp as my face now looks exactly like Royce’s. Trying to find some amusement out of this change, I begin to squint into the camera, watching as the darker and more defined eyebrows move in tandem to my various expressions. Continuing to look around, I smile and watch the replicated face of Royce do the same in the camera. As I stare intensely at myself changing, I watch and chuckle as my facial hair quickly reforms as well. Each strand grows lighter until it takes on an almost ginger-like appearance as my facial hair magically shaves down until it’s a perfect match of the man’s trimmed look.

With my face now the complete spitting image of the fitness expert, the changes soon progress downwards. In response, I quickly take off my shirt as I can feel the changes begin to affect my neck and shoulders. By the time I’m able to rip my shirt off my body, it’s clear that my neck has grown thicker and my shoulders have now been completely decked out with insane muscles. “Oh damn” I say, chuckling as soon as I hear the Aussie voice coming out of my mouth. Looking down, I watch as my body continues its incredible change. With a smile on my face, I watch as my chubby body begins to immediately shrink down. Within seconds, any bit of flab completely melts away from my body and leaves a taut and thin frame in its place. 

Surprisingly, the changes smoothly occur, with the flab quickly dissipating from my body with no pain or any other noticeable sensations. 

As soon as this change finishes though, I grunt in pain as my body suddenly tenses up. I grit my teeth as sensations that I could only describe as resembling Charley horses rock my body. Based on my own ability to watch the changes occur to others, it’s clear to me that the muscle growth is most likely about to begin. My observations are then proven to be correct as I begin to feel my body inflate with muscle. The sensation the growth provides is strange, it felt almost as if my body was being inflated like a water balloon just under my epidermis. With this warm tingling sensation coursing through my body, I look down and chuckle as I watch thick pectorals make their proud appearance. Touching them gingerly, I grin widely as I feel the muscle and the newfound heft that it now brings to my once flabby chest.

After several attempts, I grow incredibly proud of myself as I’m eventually able to pop my pectorals. I laugh in response to my newfound ability, which causes a deep bellowing laugh to escape from my throat. Even if I didn’t get to a gym, this change was already worth it just to experience firsthand what my various subjects undergo. A deep tingle in the pit of my stomach causes me to stop admiring my chest and stare as abdominal muscles begin to push forth. Running my hands down my new muscular additions, my mind instantly visualizes travelling down cobblestone roads as my hands bump and wave across each muscle’s peaks and valleys. Finishing up the changes on my torso, I look down to my waistline and watch as the long-desired “v” of an Adonis belt manifests onto my new body.

Before the changes could progress further down, I feel the tingle permeate through my arms, indicating that these limbs would be the next to be changed. The magic wastes no time, as I stare wide-eyed as my hands grow thicker and my forearms widen out to make room for the new set of biceps that would surely be appearing on me soon. A searing pain strikes on my inner arm, which makes me jump up in pain and immediately tilt my limb to get a closer look at what’s going on. Upon looking at the area, I watch in awe as Royce’s tattoo begins to manifest onto my inner left arm. Once the tattoo finishes growing onto my body, I watch as my skin slightly grows tanner and loses the slightly pale complexion I once had. With these changes done, I watch in glee as my biceps finally begin to emerge, growing increasingly thicker by the minute. By the feeling that I was currently experiencing, I couldn’t believe the sensation of my biceps growing. It honestly felt as if my biceps were being inflated by a bike pump. With each corresponding pump, I felt my arms feel thicker and growing more and more uncomfortable. Upon getting to the point where my arms were seemingly at the verge of popping due to the tightness and stress, my biceps then grew wider to alleviate some pressure and allow for more growth to occur. This process continues incrementally until I’m left with an impressive set of biceps that I immediately throw up into a flex. Watching the muscle strain and the veins pop in response, I can’t help but grow incredibly aroused by the muscular being that I’m quickly becoming.

With my arms now matching my torso, the changes once again begin to progress downward, which is made abundantly clear as I feel waves of energy manifest around my crotch and legs. Underneath the fabric of my athletic shorts, it’s clear that my dick is undergoing some changes to match the jock’s. Peeking just underneath the waistband, I watch as it grows longer and slightly thicker as it becomes the seemingly spitting image of the 30 year old’s package. My thighs are the next to contort and change, as I watch my thick thighs begin to lose their heft. Of course, with the loss of the flab, intense sets of muscle soon replaces it. Turning my legs side to side in a weird attempt at a flex, I watch as the changes finish in my calves and I’m now the proud owner of an impressive set of muscular legs.

As my body finishes the big changes, a few more slight changes occur to help finish up my change. I watch as the thick dusting of body hair that covers my chest and torso begins to slightly disappear. Of course, my body remains slightly hairy, but it gains a new appearance that makes it clear that Royce was a big fan of trimming his body hair in certain places. Luckily, I’m happy to see that my pectorals were spared from the trimming. However, I can’t help but silently mourn for the body hair I lost. If I stay in this body for a long time, I’m sure that I’d want to really let that body hair grow freely.

Now that my body hair has changed, it’s clear that the transformation has completed and I am now (in terms of body) Royce Dunne. Sitting up from my chair, I stare around the room and take note of the fact that I’m now a few inches taller than what I once was. Despite the slight change, this gain along with my new physique leaves me slightly disoriented as I try to comprehend and figure out how to find my new center of gravity. Upon taking a moment to compose myself, I walk out onto my patio, eager for some fresh air.

Standing there, I catch my breath and smile as I’m now able to see my new body in broad daylight. Looking down at my body immediately leaves me incredibly turned on by my new physique. Of course, it’s no shock that I find myself getting rapidly hard in response to this admiration. However, I decide against taking care of my throbbing boner as I remember the whole point of this transformation. Despite how much I personally enjoy everything about my new body, I remind myself that this is a mission to help me better learn about the gym lifestyle and how to really workout. Remembering this fact, my mind grows determined to explore and leave this place so I can check out what exactly my body can do now.

Quickly throwing on a shirt, I head out and go to the gym right down the street from my place. Upon entering and staring at the various men and women working out, I grow slightly anxious about not seeming like a complete novice. However, upon looking down, my mind reminds me that I clearly don’t have the appearance of a novice. As a result, I should be able to steer clear from any cocky jocks and their judgmental backhanded comments. Heading into the locker room, I drop off my bag and exit towards the gym floor to explore what this body is capable of.

Luckily, I soon find my body moving on seemingly autopilot as muscle memory begins to play a role. Upon finding an empty space in the gym, I decide to start off simple and then build in terms of intensity. As a result, I begin with a few sets of squats, hiding my smile as I feel myself doing this with ease. Despite previously having some leg muscle in my real body from my previous years of playing soccer and tennis, it’s shocking just how much better I’m able to perform with this body. In fact, I even lose count of my squats and just keep doing them until I feel like I’ve had enough.

Standing up completely, I let out a deep breath and smile as I take a sip of water and eagerly get back to working out. Due to this body being on autopilot, it allows me to essentially observe what I’m doing from a weird academic lens as if I’m getting an incredible one-on-one session. Looking behind me, I take note of the barbell that was seemingly already racked yet left by another lazy patron. Staring at the weights, I take note of how much weight was racked and ponder whether I’d be able to do it or not. With my old body, it was certain that I would have never been able to do this, but with this new body, there’s quite the possibility that I could. 

Deciding to be a bit adventurous and try to make use of someone else’s laziness, I head over to it and feel my body automatically go into place to take the correct form. With no time left to waste, my hands latch onto the bar and pull it up, growing surprised at how this body was able to lift the heavy bar with ease. Upon pulling it up to my chest, my hands naturally find a new position and I watch as I drop the bar onto the ground. Hearing the large crash into the ground, a few people turn and stare at me, but their looks of worry turn into looks of admiration as I continue to repeat the same process for several cycles.

After finishing several sets of this routine, I’m eager and growing more and more excited to push this body to its limits. Finding a setup with some tall bars, I quickly jump up to it and begin to do pull ups. Despite the clear knowledge showcased by this body’s muscles, I’m still incredibly shocked as I pull up with ease and watch my body shoot up and down around the bar. Looking side to side, I watch my thick biceps bulge with each repetition as my body soon begins to grow sweaty due to the intensity of my workout. 

When my arms begin to grow weaker, I finally jump off of the bar and stop for the time being. After getting some water, I begin to walk around the gym to try and catch my breath and take a small break. As I stroll around, I take note of the various people working out and a new discovery is quickly revealed. With each person I pass, I find myself looking at their form and workout style and mentally correcting their form or thinking about what areas their body could improve in. Taking a second after making this new discovery, I grow quite stunned at how this body is also giving me workout knowledge other than simple muscle memory. Despite this new information gain, I try to remember various personal details of my real life to make sure I’m still myself. After running through a small list, it’s clear that I’m still me, which is quite the relief.

Looking back around the gym, I continue to walk around and observe the various gym goers and figure out what each individual should do to help give them the perfect physique. After finally catching my breath, I head towards the locker room and grab a new set of clothes before taking a quick shower. Despite the immediate appearance of my hardened dick as I undress and see my sweaty body, I continue to ignore it for the time being and step into the shower. Once I’m done, I twist the knob and turn the water off. As I step out and wrap the towel around my taut waist, I begin to walk towards my locker past the various other guys. Interestingly enough, as I walk I’m able to notice several interesting looks that the men in the locker room give to me. Many guys are clearly jealous, giving me angry looks as the water glistens off of my buff body. However, many guys are giving a different look, which was clearly a look of lust and admiration. Regardless, each man is looking at my impressive body intensely as I pass them by and head towards my locker. Once I reach it, I look at them and give a simple wave as I try to stay on good terms with both the lustful men and the jealous ones.

As I drop my towel to start getting dressed, I can feel the intense sets of eyes belonging to both camps of men dart to me. The jealous men only grow more angry when they see my completely built body while the lustful men attempt to contain themselves as they see my naked body turning around as I slowly put my clothes on. Once I’m dressed, I look towards them and offer up a simple “See ya” and head out towards the entrance of the gym.

However, as I pass through the door and into the lobby, I quickly stop myself as my eyes encounter a tacked up piece of paper on a bulletin board. Looking at it, I read a note from the gym stating that they’re looking for a personal trainer at the gym. Upon reading the details of the job and the salary, I begin to grow excited. Not only would this job allow me to display my muscular body nonstop, but it would also allow me to help people with the breadth of knowledge that Royce’s body gave to me. Of course, this would mean that I’d have to stay as Royce for quite a while, but I think I’m more than willing to have this form for a little while longer. He’s quite the stud, so it would be hot to wake up as this hulking jock every day. Plus, this experience will allow me to grow into a better writer, so with each passing minute, I find it increasingly hard to find any real faults to this plan. Heading towards the front desk, I flash a smile as I encounter the young receptionist. “So, where do I apply for this personal trainer job?”

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Pretty Fades, Vanity Pays

This story was from a writing exercise that I did with @mrcavanaughtf​ last week. We were talking about how the model Levi Conely had a cocky face deserving of some sort of punishment, so we decided to have a little fun with the concept and give each other prompts to write for the other.

On Monday, August 1st, Henry will be releasing his response to my prompt on his Patreon, so if you’re not signed up, you should do that ASAP. I’ve gotten to read it and it’s QUITE enjoyable!

For Levi Conely, it was safe to say that he awoke every day feeling like the hottest man on Earth. But could you blame him though? With an impressive build, a jawline befitting of a Grecian statue, and an impressive cock, he had the makings of every single woman and gay man’s wet dream. Of course, with this boosted ego due to having realized this fact for years now, Levi was quite selective when it came to a sexual partner. If he was a famous model who got tons of thirsty messages on social media, he believed that it made no sense for him to “slum it” for someone that wasn’t a perfect 10 like him. As a result, the majority of his time on Grindr was spent just sending rejection messages and taunting them for even thinking they had a chance.

While most men would try to handle the rejection with pride and move along, there was always a select few that didn’t take the news well. One example of this was a profile with the username Sunrayz54, who had a photo of just a plain pale torso that seemed to lack a lot of muscle definition and any of the sun rays mentioned in his user. Despite Levi’s attempts to just move on about his day and find someone worthy of his affection, he remained engaged in the conversation with the headless torso just for his own personal amusement. 

With each passing exchange of messages, the two men began to hurl insults at one another in hopes of teaching the other a lesson. While the other account opted to attack Levi’s close-mindedness and vapid behavior, Levi was quick to plunge the knife into the other’s torso for the final blow. “It’s just funny that you ever thought you had a shot with me. With that disgusting mayo complexion of yours and lack of any sort of muscle definition, I wouldn’t be caught DEAD around you, much less fuck you. How about you run along and hit up a gym… Maybe after a few months of intense training and a tan, you MIGHT get a chance to get with me.” Levi said, himself grinning in a cocky demeanor as he assumed that his statement would completely wreck the mystery man.

However, to Levi’s surprise, the man sent no insult in a response, instead opting for some sort of warning. “Enjoy your vanity while you still have it. I have a feeling that your time is quickly running out asshole…” the message said, which left Levi stunned. He had no idea what that message even meant, but it was definitely not the message he was anticipating… “What the fuck does he mean?” Levi said out loud, his voice gaining an angrier tone as he contemplated the ominous message. 

After receiving the ominous message from that Grindr user, Levi spent several minutes flooding the man’s inbox with messages. He demanded an explanation for the message, stating that if it was a threat of violence he wouldn’t hesitate to send his model agency’s lawyers after him to teach him a lesson. But as the messages continued to fire away and more and more time was wasted, it soon became clear to Levi that the prick had ghosted him. “He must be sitting here laughing at me…” Levi thought to himself, which only irritated him further.

With rage and embarrassment flooding his thoughts, the hunk soon became eager for some sort of release for those negative emotions. He didn’t want to remain in such a negative state, especially if it ran the risk of him gaining frown marks or wrinkles any faster. So, to try and destress, he quickly drove off in his sports car to the gym, hoping that it might help take his mind off of things. 

As he entered the gym with intensity, he wasted no time entering the locker room and beginning to change his clothes. Pulling off his shorts and t-shirt, he soon replaced them, pulling on a nondescript white tanktop and a blue patterned pair of athletic shorts that really helped display his muscular legs. Luckily for Levi, the exclusive gym that he was a member of had an oceanside view with some outdoor workout equipment. Watching the waves crash onto the shore, he could just feel a sense of calmness begin to rush over him. But of course, this calmness was quickly thrown out the window as he looked down at some hunky guys working out outside. Eager to try and capture their attention, he pulled off his shirt and smirked at the sight of him nearly exposed sans the blue workout shorts he was wearing.

But of course, the men weren’t able to focus their attention on the narcissist jock in the window, much rather spending their time focusing on their own intense workouts. “Bro, what the fuck…” he said, his expression going from cockiness to annoyance. He was a fucking beast of solid muscle and chiseled good looks, so he was annoyed as to why he wasn’t able to get their attention.

In a sad attempt to try and get them to look at him, he soon began to flex through the windows. Various poses were struck with an increased rabidness as he was desperate to get them to pay attention to him. It was no secret that Levi had a desire of being viewed as an Adonis, this was displayed especially clear when most of his Grindr hookups involved having tons of guys admire his body as he made snide remarks about how they’d never be as hot as him. So, the fact that he wasn’t being worshipped by these men was a huge hit to the jock’s inflated ego. But still, he continued to flex for a few more minutes just on the off chance that their eyes soon met his godly physique. 

As his mind finally realized and attempted to come to terms with the concept of being ignored and rejected, Levi soon began to scream out loud like a petulant little child. “Fuck you too then, you fucking faggots! You’re just jealous that I’ve got a body that you could only dream of!” he cried out, his eyes starting to well up with tears to further showcase his childish mindset.

Turning his back from the window, the man growled in anger, quickly rushing out of the locker room and into the busy gym floor. With no other options, Levi just hoped to use his hurt ego to fuel a good workout. The other gym-goers near him were completely ignored by the jock as Levi just jumped on the first machine he could find to start working out. But, before he could even finish a single set on a pec deck, Levi’s body was wracked with an intense pang of pain radiating from his stomach. Still shirtless, he looked down in confusion, his hand gingerly touching his hairy cobblestone abs to see if he had some sort of outer injury that he didn’t notice prior. 

However, upon a thorough inspection, there was no source for the pain beyond a seemingly upset stomach. But before he could breathe a sigh of relief and continue his workout, Levi grit his teeth and groaned as another sharp pain rocked his stomach. In response, he bent his body back, groaning as he attempted to clutch onto the pain-inducing stomach. However, as he pulled his body back to a straight upright position, his hands seemed to be holding something strange.

Looking down, Levi gasped in shock as he found his hands cradling a slight gut. In disbelief, he poked the abnormal fleshy stomach, watching as a wave rippled through the expanding gut. “What the fuck is happening to me!?” Levi cried out, watching as his hands began to cradle more and more fat that continued to push forth from his stomach. Upon his loud declaration, Levi soon began to realize that several of the gym-goers were now staring in disbelief at what was happening to him. Within 30 seconds, his body was now in possession of a thick ball of fat resting around his lower torso. Running around in a panic, he groaned as he felt the flabby flesh bounce with each rushed step. The cause for this was completely unknown to Levi and it only made him more scared and embarrassed about how he was changing and for what reason. 

His eyes wandered across his body, realizing that his body was changing beyond the growth in his now incredibly wide gut. His hands moved to his chest and watched the doughy set of moobs that were still growing by the second. He grabbed onto it, noting the wider nipples he now had and the fact that he had completely lost all of his firm and tight muscle definition. “Please, someone help me!” Levi cried out, his voice wavering and cracking due to the hysterical state he found himself in. 

But these gym-goers had no real desire to help out Levi, in fact they were making fun of him! While several girls were looking in disgust, many of the buff men were laughing hysterically as they began to document Levi’s growth. Based on his previous cocky behavior, it was clear that Levi didn’t have very many friends at the gym. So, as a result, the various men and women couldn’t be bothered to help a narcissistic asshole like him. Somewhere, karma had finally caught up to Levi and the crowd couldn’t be happier about it.

With nowhere else to turn since he clearly wasn’t getting any help from his gym buddies, Levi rushed off, his body struggling to sprint as he tried to adapt to such a growing and heavy physique. Rushing into the locker room, Levi slammed the door shut and locked it behind him before rushing into the large wall mirror above the bathroom sinks. Looking into the mirror, he was absolutely disgusted by the sight before him. While he was used to seeing defined pectorals, thick biceps, and a taut stomach, there was absolutely no remnant of that on Levi’s body now. 

His pecs had become more cone-like as they were contorted into a hefty set of man tits. Touching them gingerly, he watched as the roll of fat continued all the way around his back, almost giving the impression of him wearing a bra (except it was just made of a thick roll of fat). Those thick biceps had been absolutely decimated by the growth as well, now becoming thicker but not with muscle. Now, his arms were incredibly flabby, wrapped in a thick casing of fat that jiggled every time he attempted to lift his arms. Finally, that taut stomach was now replaced with a thick gut that bulged out incredibly far. On top of that, it also had a slight overhang, which allowed it to consume a good chunk of his tight blue shorts. 

Attempting to navigate around the thick gut, Levi grunted and groaned, himself struggling to get his hands under his gut and pull down the now dangerously tight shorts that were wrapped around his legs like sausage casings. “Oh fuck… I can’t even see my dick now!” Levi groaned, his hands fishing around in his pants to try and find his impressive member. However, while everything else on Levi had grown, it seemed like his dick had the inverse effect. After searching for several seconds, he finally was able to latch onto something, a dick that now would struggle to reach 3” hard instead of the 8” he once had.

His attention moved to his rear end, deciding to turn around and look back to see the damage. Upon doing this, he was absolutely distraught by what he saw. His back was incredibly wide, which would make it completely impossible to wear any of the size medium shirts he once wore. With a build like this, he was sure that he was going to have to shop at a big and tall store to get something to conceal his disgusting body properly. Touching his rear, he groaned as his former firm and perky ass was now a wide caboose that had brought along the dimples of cellulite. 

Nearly every inch of his body had now become encased in doughy fat, making sure that he wouldn’t be gym ready for years (if ever). Upon this revelation, Levi began to lose it and just desperately sob, the emotions of losing all of the prospects of his vanity feeling as if he had just witnessed a murder. His hands cupped his face, now doing it with ease with the wider, thicker, and flabbier hands he now possessed. Pulling his hands away, he looked up in the mirror and attempted to get ahold of himself and try to think of how this could happen. 

But, as Levi looked up in the mirror, he gasped at what was currently underway. For the most part, Levi’s face had been left unharmed by the transformation, but that seemed to be changing currently. He could only watch in sorrow as his face began to lose its angular qualities and more resemble just an average looking guy. His chin rounded out along with his cheeks, bringing along a double chin and flabby cheeks that destroyed his chiseled jawline and cheekbones. He groaned in pain as the changes progressed up his face, this time centralizing on his nose. He watched as his nose began to distort and grow wider. A well-sculpted nose just looked abnormal on this new body, so Levi could only watch in a devastated state as his nose grew distorted and pudgy-looking. 

With the main components of his face completely transformed, he watched as some secondary features began to evolve onto his new face. Firstly, he watched as his stubble began to grow thicker and longer until he was left with a goatee that had a thick mustache draped over his mouth and a thick section of facial hair wrapped around his mouth and traveling down to his double chin. All of this seemed normal to become a gross man of a similar age, but as he watched his hairline begin to recede and lose his thick brown hair, Levi began to get worried that his transformation wasn’t entirely over yet.

Upon his hair receding back a few inches, Levi stared in horror as a grey color began to invade his scalp. Within seconds, his brown hair had been completely overtaken by a flurry of grey that indicated that he was becoming a man of a certain age. In a rapid pace, this change quickly began to run down his body, starting with his beard that gained a slight salt and pepper quality to it. With this change, he watched as his face started to sag and gain an unsightly set of wrinkles. His chest hair grew slightly longer and brought along this desaturation that soon travelled all the way down his massive gut and beneath his shorts. His moobs grew a bit larger, slightly sagging now as they laid on top of his massive gut. His gut also began to sag a little bit more, now completely concealing Levi’s now-miniscule dick with wiry grey pubes from him. These changes soon finish up upon traveling down his flabby thighs, thick calves, and wide feet to complete his new look.

With these changes, it now seemed as though Levi’s transformation had been completed. Somehow, he had gone from the model heartthrob to the appearance of an obese old man. Every inch of his vanity had been sapped away, just like what that sunrayz54 had told him… Struggling to pull his phone from his skin-tight shorts that were torn partially at the seams, he cried out in annoyance as his Face ID now refused to make it any easier for the now-obese man. After quickly entering his passcode, he pulled open Grindr to find a message from sunrays54. “So, how’s riding on your vanity working for you now?” the first message said, which had Levi shaking with anger. “When I fucking find you, it’s over you fucker…” Levi fired back, which was responded to with a few laughing emojis. “Dude, how are you going to beat me up? You don’t have a single muscle in your body beyond that endless void of a stomach you now have. How about you just shut up and come on over. I’ll give you a chance to admire the physique of a real man.” the message sent, soon accompanied with a photo of the man’s torso. Despite being rather average with only a few slight hints of some muscle, Levi couldn’t deny that it was much better than the physique he now had. Hoping that possibly playing along could help him gain his body back, Levi quickly inquired for the address from the man. Upon sunrayz54 sending the exact address, Levi wandered around the locker room to try and find some sort of clothing he could wear. Remembering one of the fatter guys that worked out there, Levi quickly made his way to his locker and pulled the door open. After searching through the man’s clothes, he was able to find a pair of shorts and t-shirt that would be more fitting on his new form. However, as he pulled on the shirt, he groaned at the realization that he was now even bigger than the big guy that Levi had spent so much time previously making fun of. The shirt was able to fit him, but it was quite tight and thus exposed his thick curves in every regard. On top of that, Levi’s increased height didn’t work in his favor as the shirt now rode up slightly and revealed the bottom few inches of his gut. The shorts were a better fit, but there was still a slight snugness as it struggled to contain the thick ass he now possessed. 

After throwing on a hat to hide his grey hair and receding hairline, Levi unlocked the door and began to make his way out of the gym. Once a few of the people began to recognize the newly-fattened man, they soon began to make a break for him to ask what happened to him and ridicule him. But as soon as he made eye contact with the first hunky man, he himself began to rush out of the gym. With each sprinting step, he felt every inch of his body now jiggle and bounce. He couldn’t help but feel disgusted, but that all went out of the window in his desperate plea to escape the mocking gym-goers. Quickly unlocking his sports car, he pulled open the door and hopped into it, cursing immediately as his body was tightly crammed into the seat. As he adjusted the seat, he groaned as he realized that the seat didn’t go back far enough to compensate for his thick gut. Now, it was practically resting on the steering wheel and there was nothing he could do about it. However, soon the crowd began to swarm him and hurl insults about his weight at him, so Levi quickly turned the car on and sped out of the parking lot and towards the address sunrayz54 sent him. While driving, his breathing was strained as he struggled to catch his breath due to his older age and poor physical health. To his surprise, he could feel his tiny dick hard and pressing against the bottom of his gut. He couldn’t understand why he would be hard at a time like this...

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It had been a few months since Levi had been cursed with an obese older body, but Levi had tried to make the best of his situation. Still wanting to be close to his old profession as a model, Levi had sucked up his pride and gotten a job at his modeling agency - as a janitor. Despite having to deal with stuck-up asshole models like he used to be, Levi was still happy to be somewhat adjacently connected to his old life. Given that he physically lost all resemblance to that old life, this job was all that he could really do. Sure, he had to deal with his former model friends treating him like shit, but he tried to persevere through the trials and tribulations of being a conventionally unattractive man.

After getting off of work and heading home, Levi lumbered into his dingy apartment and groaned as he struggled to still adapt with the daily back pain he had for carrying such a heavy physique. On top of this, he had grown into an incredibly sweaty guy having to drag all of that weight down, so once he dropped his lunchbox off on the counter, he quickly peeled off his shirt and pants to cool himself off. Waddling over to his chair, Levi slumped into it and breathed a sigh of relief. 

Grabbing onto his laptop on the desk next to him, Levi mournfully opened it and pulled up his old Instagram account. Despite knowing there was no way that he could go back to his old life, he refused to accept his new life and loved to remind himself about how on top of the world he once was. He looked at his last post, a workout video of him flexing in the gym that he had avoided like the plague ever since that day. It was just a day before the incident, which made it a sad reminder of what had happened to him. He scrolled through the sea of comments, many discussing his disappearance and the “impossible” rumor that Levi transformed into an old man out of nowhere. There were photos mentioned, but Levi couldn’t help but sigh in sadness as several of his followers just stated that those photos were heavily edited and the hunky Levi would be back any day to share more steamy photos.

Closing the laptop to not make himself completely distraught again, he pulled open Grindr to see if he had gotten any responses from the many men he messaged. Of course, as he scrolled through the messages from hunky studs like he used to be, he wasn’t surprised to find all of the responses to be severe rejections. Many of these rejections included the studs taunting Levi and stating that it’s hilarious that he would think that studs like them would ever interact at with, let alone fuck a “fat fuck” like him. 

Leaning back in his chair, Levi pulled down his underwear and began to jerk himself off. After meeting up with sunrayz54, Levi soon discovered that the only way he could get his tiny pecker to rise up and harden was through the cruel humiliation from several men. The man described it as an unintended side effect, but Levi wasn’t too sure that was the truth. Something about the devilish smirk on his face when he first called him an ugly fat-ass had indicated to Levi that he knew about this new turn-on.

Despite hating the man for transforming him somehow, Levi remained in near-constant communication with the mysterious man. The man would occasionally check in to make sure that Levi was doing ok and invite him to come over for another humiliation session, which Levi almost always agreed to. In fact, the man soon began to grow trusting of Levi, often divulging details about some sort of spell he learned to teach asshole men like him a lesson.

As Levi sat back in his chair and began to stroke himself off still from the humiliation, he couldn’t help but let his mind wander. Levi thought about the spell, beginning to wonder if Sunbeams would ever divulge the spell to him. Thinking about the model friends that constantly ridicule him and the Grindr assholes who constantly taunt him, it might be nice to teach some of them a lesson about vanity and the dangers of being an asshole to the wrong person...

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Shifting Summer: Confidence

Sitting by the side of the hotel pool, Charles was having a miserable time. With pasty white skin, he had to lather himself in sunscreen just to keep himself from baking and burning due to the threat of just a single beam of sunlight hitting him. Despite his apprehension for being outside in the sweltering heat, the nerdy man was roped into tagging along to a weekend getaway with his friends.

To pass the time and get out of the stuffed hotel room, Charles found himself resting poolside under the protection of a trusty beach umbrella. However, given his body issues, he had no real intention of swimming. Instead, he focused on the fellow hotel guests and let his eyes wander to explore what several of them are doing. He saw the hunky guys that he was always so jealous of, due to the fact that their bodies seemed to permanently have the golden-tint of a suntan and also the fact that they were just so hunky. Looking as they approached a few bikini-clad girls, Charles only felt more envious of their physiques and natural charm. He couldn’t help but wish that he had the confidence and bodies of guys like that. Sitting there still, his mind began to wander about just how amazing it would be to look like that. No longer having to worry about burning from a normal sunny day, having a physique that drew all attention to himself, and his persona gaining a confidence that would never falter...

His eyes continued to wander around the pool, eventually stumbling upon a woman seemingly looking at him. But Charles quickly dismissed the idea, especially since the woman was a total stunner in every possible way. With sandy brown hair, a toned body that was showcased by a snug-fitting bikini, and a beautiful smile, it made no sense why she would set her sights on the pale frail man with muddy brown eyes and embarrassingly thin and flat brown hair. However, as he continued to stare, she tipped her sunglasses down further and her eyes had a wild look that only drew Charles in further. It was clear that for some reason, the woman was interested in him. As he continued his prolonged stares at the stunning woman, it became clear that he shared the sentiment towards her.

Continuing to stare across the pool, he watched in disbelief as the woman began to try and draw him in, motioning a finger to tell him to come over to her. Sitting up from his seat, he awkwardly pointed to himself and mouthed the word “Me?” to her, which caused her to smile and nod her head towards him. Despite intense anxiety and fear of embarrassing himself, Charles decided that it made no sense to pass up the opportunity to be with a gorgeous woman like her. Attempting to be more confident like he wished, his feet moved slowly at first, bracing himself as he took the first step away from his chair and one step closer to his summer love interest. 

However, as he began to take a wider step, the slippery surface near the pool attempted to foil his plan. He slipped and stumbled, attempting to catch his balance before he ultimately completely tripped and fell into the refreshingly cool pool. As soon as he lost his footing and tumbled down into the water, Charles cursed out loud as he assumed that he had now completely blown his chance due to his clumsiness. 

Attempting to remedy his embarrassing situation, he tried his best attempt at breaching the water in a “sexy” way. Running his hands through his hair, he pushed up and exited the water as the hot summer heat hit his drenched face. However, the version of Charles that is exiting the water was much different from what he used to look like. Now instead of thin brown hair, the new Charles had an impressive mane of hair that was almost jet black in color. 

In fact, the entire body he had was completely different as well. Instead of a frail frame, his body had magically packed on tons of muscles that gave him an impressive physique that could easily model and be Instagram famous. On top of that, his skin had grown a few shades darker as it gained an additionally tanned complexion that gave the impression of someone who enjoyed the heat and to use it as an excuse to display his body.

Standing up and continuing to look over, he found his brunette bombshell who was still staring at him with the same lustful stare in her eyes. She continued to motion for him to move closer to her, which left Charles excited for the possibilities still since he hadn’t blown his chance. Running his hands through his hair once more, he stood up and began to walk towards the ladder to exit the pool. With each passing step, Charles felt weirdly uncomfortable as he felt a body that seemed thicker and heftier than from his usual frame. However, looking down, he grew aghast as he caught sight of his now impressive body. It was strange, but as he took each additional step, it felt more like second nature to him. But, why wouldn’t it? It was the body he had always had.

As he continued to wade through the water, his eyes continued to wander down to stare at his beefy chest and the biceps that now flared his arms further outward than they used to. His hands moved up to his face, his fingers grazing his stubble-covered face that adorned his angular features. It was no wonder that a woman like her would be into her, he remembered all of the hard work he had put in to gain this impressive form. Splitting his time between his nerdy endeavors like clubs in robotics and science and the gym, it was incredibly impressive to everyone (including himself) that he was still able to remain at the top of his class in college. 

Of course, this had led to several opportunities for the hunky nerd as well, including tons of articles and photoshoots involving the incredible “hunky scientist”. By this point, he had gained such a level of popularity that he often found himself getting knowing stares from both teenage girls who wished to date a smart hunk like him and nerdy guys who wished nothing more than to be like him. He loved to interact with them for the most part, but he had been secretly wishing for a break from constantly being a photo accessory for people. So, when his fellow nerdy friends mentioned this trip, he jumped at the opportunity to escape for a while.

Finally reaching the ladder, he quickly pulled himself up and began to walk towards the woman. She had displayed clear interest in him and he would hate to keep her waiting, that nerdy personality fueling this thoughtfulness when most other jocks wouldn’t care in the slightest. He began to walk towards the woman, looking down again at the buff physique that he previously could have never imagined himself getting. By this point, Charles felt so good about himself that no mental changes could even occur in time before Charles began to walk with an impressive swagger.

At long last, Charles finally reached the foot of the woman’s lounge chair. Now with a dream body that everyone desired to have, it didn’t take much until the now dreamy man began to feel an intense level of confidence that no magic could ever artificially provide. “Well hello there gorgeous, what are you doing here all alone?” he said, which caused the girl to state that she was just here to relax and enjoy the view. Upon finishing her sentence, she looked him up and down, which caused Charles to chuckle in bashfulness. “Do you mind if I join you then? My name’s Charlie...” he said, going by the nickname he had bestowed upon himself. While he loved the name Charles, it didn’t feel like an appropriate name for a hunky man like himself. Upon the woman inviting him to sit next to her, the two of them began to chat with one another about their vast love of science, fitness, and the innate power of being confident. Despite nerdy Charles not having any luck in that department, the hunky Charlie had it in spades…

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Trying Out The Replicator

This story is a request from @bodyswappingandshit​. If you have a request, feel free to send it in and I may just do it for you!

For months now, Martin has been in a near-obsessive state towards his gym crush Andrew. The 5’6” Latino man was a pretty average guy in terms of physique, but with strong cheekbones, plump lips, and a narrow chin, he more than made up for his body’s lack of muscles with his appearance. But when compared to Andrew’s physique, he felt quite intimidated by the man’s impressive genes. Not only was his face rather attractive, but his body only further propelled Andrew into being Martin’s #1 recurring sex dream partner. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his smaller body around those broad shoulders, grabbing onto his hefty pectorals and impressive biceps. But despite the intense crush Martin had, he knew that there was no way that he could get with the buff hunk due to his heterosexuality. It felt like an absolute curse to have such a dreamy man completely out of reach no matter how much he crushed on him. 

Even though he knew he couldn’t have Andrew, this fact only pushed Martin further into thirsting over the straight jock. Every time he went to the gym, he couldn’t help but stare at the bulky man stretching out the limits of his gym gear and watching the fabric cling tightly to his muscles as he got increasingly sweaty. He wanted the man, but he also couldn’t deny that he would settle with having the man’s body… any way possible. With his mind going wild for the man, Martin soon began to turn to the internet for some sort of solution to his problems. To his surprise, his late-night rabbit hole of dark web solutions had actually come to a fruitful lead: a new device called the Replicator. Despite the shady looking website, the reviews from other users on the dark web forum praised the item. Looking at the company, he had never heard of S-C LLC, but going with his gut and the positive reviews, Martin quickly ordered the item before passing out with his laptop still on his lap.

Waking up the next morning, Martin was shocked to hear the loud bang on his front door. In a dazed set of confusion, he pulled on a pair of shorts and stumbled through his apartment before pulling open the door. To his surprise, he was greeted by a delivery lady holding a medium-sized box. After having him sign for it, the woman quickly passed it off to him and went to finish all of her deliveries. 

Heading into the living room, Martin attempted to wrap his brain around what was inside the package. But as he saw the shipping label indicating a delivery from S-C LLC, his mind instantly recalled the night prior and his impulse purchase. Stunned by the prompt delivery, Martin wasted no time unpackaging the box and finding a small handheld device sitting snugly in the box. Grabbing onto it, Martin gasped as a severe shock coursed through his body. Looking at the seemingly defective item, he was surprised to see the screen flash the text “BODY LINK SECURED”. Intrigued by what this machine could exactly do, Martin grabbed the owner’s manual and began to read all about the brand new transformative device…

After reading up on the device, a smirk manifested onto Martin’s face as he headed out and drove to the gym. Sitting there in the locker room, Martin pushed himself to the corner of the crowded room to help him remain partially forgotten by the other gym-goers. As he watched Andrew enter the room and head towards the showers, Martin slowly snuck his way into the area and trailed behind the hunky man. Hiding behind a wall, Martin stared at Andrew in pure lust as he dropped his shorts off and revealed his almost naked body to the surprisingly empty showers (sans Martin). Pulling out the Replicator, Martin sneakily allowed the device to scan the man in his pair of tight blue briefs as the profile of “Subject 1” was finalized and ready to go. 

With a light chuckle escaping from his lips, Martin headed out of the showers and exited the gym entirely with the device still in-hand. Now completely giddy and hyped about the possibilities that he now had, Martin had a smile permanently affixed onto his face as he drove home and rushed into his apartment. Getting into his bedroom, Martin quickly initiated the Replicator’s programming and waited for the machine to begin to work. Much like the static shock he had felt early, Martin was shocked as his body was soon overcome with a tingling sensation that spread across his body. Looking down at his arms, he watched in disbelief as his arms began to quickly bulk up and his hands grew wider and more callused. All while his biceps were growing thicker and thicker, his darker skin began to quickly lighten up as he gained the white complexion of his gym crush. He couldn’t believe it, the machine actually worked!

Attempting to pull his t-shirt off of his body, Martin misjudged his new strength and quickly ripped his shirt to shreds as he tugged onto the collar. As he finished tearing the tatters off of his body, he was shocked as Andrew’s thick frame was quickly replacing his own average physique. He couldn’t believe the heft of his new pecs as he felt them grow into an impressive shelf that would now always bulge out of every shirt he wore.

While he was doing this, Martin was completely unaware of the fact that his face was shifting to match that of Andrew’s adorable one. His facial hair quickly blossomed to give him a trimmed beard while the hair on the top of his head shortened slightly and adapted to gain Andrew’s consistent hairstyle. As he blinked in disbelief about what was happening to him, he was completely unaware of his eye color lightening a few shades to go from a deep dark brown to a sweet hazel color. His lips also underwent some changes, losing some of its plumpness while his nose grew more defined and angular in comparison to the round nose he previously had.

Moving his hands further down, he felt his manhood grow increasingly bigger to give him a cock that would surely make either a man or woman moaning in pleasure. It was such a shame that it was only reserved for women though, because as Martin ran his hands up and down his new shaft, he couldn’t help but imagine himself being on the receiving end of it.

Pulling down his shorts, he watched as his thighs bulged out and grew thicker with impressive musculature. These changes progressed further down his body to complete the shift into his gym crush, but by that point, Martin was already experimenting with his new cock and eager to jerk off with Andrew’s body. With each passing stroke, Martin was in awe at just how amazing this was. He couldn’t believe that this little machine literally allowed him to scan anyone he wanted and shapeshift into them!

Working up a sweat, Martin lifted up his arm and moved towards his armpit, wasting no time pressing his nose into the thick bush of hair there. Moaning in pure pleasure at the smelly pit that he now possessed, this exploration quickly pushed Martin to the edge and left him ejaculating into his thicker hands. 

Upon cleaning up, Martin sat into a chair and began to analyze the device once more. Given that the device allowed for up to 50 bodies to be scanned, Martin was excited about the endless possibilities he had with this device. He imagined the various celebrities that he could become, envisioning himself buying meet and greet passes and having the device secretly scan their nude bodies through their clothes. Pulling up his laptop, Martin quickly returned to the Dark Web forum and gave his review of his new purchase: 

5/5 Stars! An Absolute Must-Buy!

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So I'm friends with a guy who is absolutely obsessed with chubby guys, and has a big crush on me, since I am one. However, he's kinda rude and abrasive otherwise, plus he looks kinda weedy. I was wondering if you could help me change his attitude for the better, maybe even give his body a makeover too?

Becoming What They Love: Chubby Chaser

Well, after reading this, I’m certainly down to help teach this guy a lesson. However, my changes to him shouldn’t be viewed as punishment. All bodies are beautiful and chubby guys like yourself are no exception. With the changes I have in mind, I’m hoping that a new body type will be extremely beneficial for your friend’s personality. In fact, I’d venture to bet that his lanky frame is actually the root of all of his problems. Let’s see if a softer build can help loosen him up and learn to enjoy life rather than being so critical!

I’m sure you’re quite curious to see what I have in mind, so here’s what I’m planning. Given that you are both quite close, I’ll hold off on the transformation until he’s over at your place and hanging out with you. With a front row seat to a transformation, I’m sure you’ll get quite a kick out of this!

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As you opened your front door and let your friend into the apartment, you couldn’t help but feel a tingle of anticipation course through your body. Your friend felt a strange chill overtake his body as well as he passed through the threshold of the doorway and allowed for my powers to infiltrate his body. He shivered upon entering, but luckily didn’t make a big fuss out of the sensation.

Expecting an immediate transformation, you couldn’t help but allow a slight frown to appear on your face as you saw his thin and lanky frame remaining unchanged. But, magic is not an instantaneous kind of power like the farcical portrayals that are showcased in the media today.. It needs time to build before executing your desires, so you remained cautiously optimistic that the changes would still occur. In the meantime, you still were left to handle your friend’s normal personality, which was currently expressed as he ranted and made snide comments about others that had irritated him at his job. However, halfway through his rant, you took note of the loud growling echoing from within his stomach. Despite the loud echo, you took note of your friend being completely oblivious to the growling noise permeating from his stomach. Looking down, it was as if it was on cue that his stomach began to grow more and more distended. 

While his body undergoes its transformation, you note that your friend is blissfully unaware of what’s going on to him. He continues to go on his rambling rant, but you pay it no mind and just continue to stare at his growing body. When you do take the chance to look up from his bulging stomach, a slight grin forms on your face as you take note of his fattening face. You watch as a slight double chin begins to manifest on his face while his neck grows wider in tandem.

Due to his unawareness, your friend doesn’t make a big fuss as his gut now firmly presses against the confines of his much smaller t-shirt. You take note of the tightness beginning to subside as a level of softness begins to appear on his body. His gut then begins to round out and droop down as he grows curvier by the second.

Your friend soon leans back onto the couch, which allows you to look at the sliver of flabby gut that now spills out from underneath his shirt. Despite previously not having mutual feelings for your friend, you can’t deny that he’s looking rather good so far. If he’s able to gain a new outlook that allows him to stop being so critical, you couldn’t help but consider the possibility of growing more intimate with him.

With his attention now focusing on the TV, you watch as his body moves on auto-pilot and he just awkwardly tugs on his tight t-shirt. After a few attempts to get his shirt to pull further down, your friend gives up and allows the shirt to just remain fixated around his belly button now. By this point, your friend had given up on finishing his rant as he became more transfixed on what was going on with the TV show playing. Allowing your jaw to drop in awe, you watch as he scratches his gut and chuckles as if nothing extraordinary is happening to him. 

While leaning farther back into the sofa, your eyes wandered upward and took note at his chest, watching as his fledgling pecs grew more and more flabby and pressed forth against his shirt as well. You watch as his chest grows more and more flabby, staring as his body grows wider as his flabby pectorals begin to sag to the side.

As he continued to watch the random sitcom that was playing, you stared in admiration at the soft gut that bounced with every hearty laugh. By this point, his gut now spilled forth farther into his lap until the changes suddenly ceased.

Looking around at the state of your friend’s body, you stifle a chuckle as you stare at your friend’s chunky upper half and take note of his still skinny bottom half reclining in the chair. The magic soon works fast to remedy this discrepancy, as you begin to watch his thighs grow thicker and thicker. Given that he was only wearing a pair of athletic shorts, you can easily see his thighs growing wider and thicker as the material soon grows skin tight against his changed legs. The shorts grow tinier and tinier in comparison to his body until they now ride up close to his crotch and resemble more like a pair of briefs. 

However, the fabric can only contain so much, which is evident when a loud rip echoes through the room. To your surprise, your friend is aware of the noise, asking you what’s going on. “Oh, I think you just ripped your shorts dude…” you stammer, curious to see if he finally freaks out. However, to your surprise, he makes no great fuss about it. “Oh, gotcha. I really need to get some new clothes huh?” he says, laughing and being surprisingly carefree in a way that you had never seen him be before. 

Immediately, your friend sits up and begins to walk towards your kitchen. Looking in awe, you watch as his stance has automatically changed to accommodate for his bigger body now. As he walks, you look at his body and watch as his gloriously flabby body bounces and sways with each passing step. After a few minutes, your friend soon returns with a bunch of snacks in his thicker hands. Immediately, he slumps back into the sofa and offers you some snacks. Not wanting to ruin his carefree vibe, you oblige and take a few treats and join him in his enjoyment of the TV program...

By the end of the night, you come to realize how much you enjoy your friend’s new life and body. As a chubby guy, your friend is much less rigid and pretentious, allowing for a more humble and sweeter personality to emerge. 

When it came time for him to head home, you offered him the opportunity to stay the night. This new version of your friend was beginning to completely change your perspective on him. Given the late hours, you soon began to be more openly flirtatious towards him. He took your jokes and flirtations well, often throwing another your way to showcase that he was still quite into you as well. It didn’t take much longer before you went in for a kiss, running your hand to the back of his neck. He ran his hands underneath your shirt and felt along your equally chubby body in admiration. Soon, one thing led to another and within minutes, you were both completely naked and admiring each other’s gorgeously flabby bodies in a whirlwind of passion and pleasure.

When you woke up the next morning, you were surprised by just how big of a smile appeared on your face when you saw him in bed next to you. You both locked eyes and smiled through your drowsiness, showcasing that this will most likely not be a one-night hookup.

After showering and having some more fun together, you both started to get ready to head out and go out to lunch together. However, as you began to get dressed, you noticed that your friend was incredibly bashful and shy. Curious, you asked what was going on and if everything was ok. “Yeah, but do you have some better clothes I could borrow?” he asked, holding up the shirt and shorts that once used to fit him. With the adorable look on his face, it didn’t take much for you to chuckle and lead him into your closet to give him a new wardrobe more fitting of his new body and life. 

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1.4k Followers + Twitter

Hello there everyone, I’ve just recently passed 1,400 followers and I tried to come up with something to commemorate this incredible milestone. As a result, I have created a Twitter account for anyone interested in following! On it, I’ll promote upcoming works and also be able to freely interact with any followers that want to discuss the stories or anything TF-related. 

As someone super OCD, I’d like to keep the blog itself fairly concise and solely for posting my stories. So if you’re wanting to send me asks, discuss TF-related things, or just generally chat about anything, this Twitter account would be the best way to do it!

Here’s the link and I hope to see y’all there! https://twitter.com/SoulControlTF