27 (doesn't Have To Be Inanimate) And 13???

27 (doesn't have to be inanimate) and 13???

13. What excites you about TF?

Honestly, it's the endless possibilities of it all. Creativity is your greatest asset when it comes to writing or even reading a transformation story in terms of envisioning how it could go. Like sure muscle growth and jock transformations are the primary interest of readers based on what I've gotten in terms of feedback from my followers, but there's endless other transformation subgenres like gender swaps (a personal favorite to write), age progression, weight gain, daddification (another recent favorite of mine), inanimate, and so much more!

Although people may not always get the kink of it all, I think that without a doubt no one can say that we're not quite creative for pondering the "what ifs" in the most unlikely scenarios.

27. If you could transform one person into anything you wanted, who would you change and into what?

This weekend was absolutely killer on my back and shoulders from doing tons of load-outs at work, so first up on the priority list would be to transform someone into a hunky personal masseuse to help take care of the tension I'm feeling because I'm SORE.

Live, Lift, Love

Happy Valentine's Day, here's a transformation tale from Patreon about someone willing to do whatever it takes to become the object of their crush's desires. I hope you enjoy!

For years, Tessa Richards has found herself constantly being the only person that her best friend Lisa could rely on. As such, the woman often found herself having to comfort Lisa as she sobbed and complained about her latest breakup with another shitty boyfriend. Tessa was often annoyed by the fact that Lisa had terrible taste in men, especially because Tessa was an out and proud lesbian who had a years-long (yet secret) crush on Lisa dating back to their freshman year in college. Although Lisa was accepting of Tessa’s sexuality, it was clearly apparent that the blonde and athletic bombshell was undoubtedly straight. 

So as Tessa was summoned to comfort Lisa after a breakup with her most recent boyfriend Chad, the mousy curly-haired lesbian was eager to avoid awkward conversations. So when she saw a poster promoting a local carnival on the way towards Lisa’s apartment, Tessa was quick to suggest visiting it to allow both of them to destress and to also prevent her from feeling jealous about all of these men being able to get with her best friend and one true love. 

While Tessa was excited to ride the amusement rides and play some carnival games, Lisa’s attention was immediately drawn to a fortune teller booth and thus dragged her friend along with her. Sitting down with the fortune teller named Madame Manette, Lisa was quick to bring up how badly she wanted to find the perfect boyfriend after Manette asked her what she wished for. As the older woman consulted her crystal ball though, she suddenly stopped moving her hands around the ball and looked up. With her eyes narrowing towards Tessa, the skeptic suddenly found herself pulled into the mix as Madame Manette asked her what she wished for as well. Although Tessa realistically wished in her head for her to be able to date Lisa, she opted to not state such a revealing wish aloud. Instead, she wished for her friend’s happiness, which caused the fortune teller to chuckle slightly under her breath.

Before either of the two 22 year old women could inquire about what Madame Manette was chuckling about, the fortune teller informed them that their wishes would be granted in time. After Lisa thanked the woman and excitedly made her exit out of the tent, Tessa also stopped to say thank you to the fortune teller. But as Tessa turned to make her exit away from the smiling woman, she couldn’t help but notice the woman nod her head slightly and give a knowing wink. 

Upon exiting the tent, the two women then began to go enjoy the rest of their night, unaware of what would happen to them once Madame Manette made their wishes a reality… 

* * * * *

As the sound of her early morning alarm went off, Tessa found herself groaning as she was pulled out of the perfect dream. In it, she had been able to successfully woo Lisa on the way home from the carnival, eventually following her crush and best friend into her apartment for an intimate and erotic night. Given her annoyance at being pulled from such an ideal fantasy, the woman quickly pulled a hand out from underneath the covers to slam down on the alarm clock. Due to the fact that she was still drowsy, Tessa was blissfully unaware of the loud crack of plastic from how hard she had slammed down onto the small rectangular alarm clock. 

Staying motionless while she snuggly leaned into her pillow for several minutes, the woman struggled to decide whether she should go back to bed or decide to be an adult and wake up early to get a head start on her Sunday plans. Thinking through what she had planned for the day though, Tessa realized that she had quite a bit to do today and thus decided to pull back the covers and quickly hop out of bed. 

On her journey throughout her single-bedroom apartment towards the bathroom, the sleepy woman paid no mind to the intense creaking sounds emitting from her hardwood floors. Given her status as a 120 lbs demure woman, it seemed quite strange for the floors to strain under her weight, but as she finally entered the bathroom and made her way over to the toilet, it soon became clear that something strange had befallen her. As she pulled off the shirt she had fallen asleep in, the woman lowered her underwear and began to sit down on the toilet seat. But just as she quickly dropped down and took a seat, a sudden and painful sensation emerged from the woman’s crotch. 

“Goddammit!” Tessa cried out, groaning as she moved her hands down to figure out what had befallen her. As she looked down to see what her hands had made contact with, the woman was understandably shocked as she saw a thicker pair of hands wrapped around an incredibly long cock. “Wha- what the FUCK!?” she continued to scream, realizing that the pain was due to her quick movement down that caused her new girthy manhood to smack against the toilet seat. Clearly in shock and desperate for answers, the woman immediately sat up and began to make her way over to the mirror. With her movement finally into the frame of the mirror, the woman’s mouth went agape at what she saw. Instead of the 5’5” frail-looking frizzy-haired brunette she was used to seeing, there was an gigantically tall bodybuilder looking back at her.

Given just how impossible of a scenario this was, Tessa couldn’t resist pulling back a meaty hand and forcefully slapping herself in the face in hopes of waking her out of this strange dream. But as contact was made and the sting of the slap permeated throughout her chiseled face, it quickly dawned on Tessa that this had somehow truly happened to her. Moving a bit closer towards the mirror while rubbing the still-stinging cheek, the former woman took a moment to feel her face and admire the visage reflected back at her. Understandably, the scruff of trimmed facial hair was alarming, but the feeling of a chiseled jawline and a strong-looking nose was oddly comforting to the woman too stunned to speak. 

This feeling of shock continued as Tessa moved her hands away from her cheeks and allowed them to explore the bulky new upper torso she possessed. Feeling how her arms were forced to extend outwards to compensate for her wider and muscular back, Tessa felt extremely uncomfortable attempting to navigate around such immense bulk. As her fingers grazed and squeezed around her cantaloupe-sized biceps and hefty pectorals though, there was a slight appreciation and admiration in regards to what she saw and felt. For years she had always been taunted for being a weak and defenseless woman by high school bullies and college frat bros, so the concept of being the antithesis of that now was quite an alluring concept. In fact, it quickly became so alluring that Tessa found her brand new manhood suddenly growing firm and begging for attention.

Due to the fact that Tessa had realized her sexual orientation as a lesbian from a young age, the woman never had the opportunity to experiment with a man before. So as her head tilted down past the two mountainous pecs and rippling abdominal muscles blocking her vision, the woman’s eyes widened as she once again caught sight of her throbbing manhood. Unsure of how to navigate her new genitals, the woman awkwardly caressed and poked at her cock until she was finally able to get into the normal sensation of moving up and down her shaft. Given the fact that she was on an emotional high, the woman found herself achieving her first male orgasm in incredible haste. So as she bucked her hips, the woman groaned in pleasure as she clenched her perky and defined ass cheeks and felt her meaty thighs rub together while finally ejaculating and covering both the mirror and her torso with her seed. 

After finishing cleaning up her mess, Tessa found herself quickly showering and getting dressed so she could figure out what to do with her day. Understandably, she had a lot of questions. If she had transformed into a man overnight, did that mean that the rest of the world believed that she was always a man? Or would she be forced to just create a new identity for herself and figure out a new place to stay? As she dried herself back off in the bathroom and began to pull back on the underwear she had taken off, it seemed like the former option was the most likely alternative as instead of the lacy pair of panties she had fallen asleep in, her underwear was now a black pair of designer briefs.

So upon putting them on, the woman grabbed onto the oversized t-shirt she had fallen asleep in, which had also undergone its own transformation into a sleeveless tank top that promoted a local gym. Upon dropping the shirt back down onto the ground, the woman opted to remain shirtless and allow herself to get one more passing glance in the mirror. Thinking of the various poses that she had seen college jocks do around campus, Tessa concealed a slight smirk as she lifted up her arms and flexed her biceps for her own amusement. Maybe this won’t be as bad as I thought, she thought to herself as she turned away and began to make her way out towards her bedroom.

As she sauntered over to her bedside table, Tessa felt some odd comfort emerge as she felt a similar heft and bounce in her chest with each step she took. While it was certainly not the same as the perky breasts she once possessed, it was still nice to have some remnant sensation of her old life prominent with her buff pecs. Once she reached her destination though, she pushed that thought aside as she found a wallet sitting on the table rather than her purse. Grabbing onto it, the woman opened the tri-fold wallet and began to examine its content. When the woman stumbled upon a gym membership card she was hardly shocked, but she did in fact find herself shocked as she took note of the name on the card: Toby Richards. Curious to see if that was truly her new identity, the woman pulled out every single credit card or membership card. After a quick look at her driver’s license, Tessa received more additional information that helped her understand her new identity and life. Instead of a 5’5” 22 year old woman, Tessa was now 6’2” and 28 years old. Then not surprisingly, every other rectangular piece of plastic she examined listed the same name as the gym membership and license. 

While she was most certainly shocked at the realization that her life had been completely changed somehow, a sudden ding of her cell phone caused her to feel immediate relief. Opening up her phone, a brand new text message from Lisa caused Tessa to calm down and grow overjoyed that her friendship was still in-tact despite her transformation. In fact, a search through their text messages and “Toby’s” camera roll informed Tessa that this new life allowed her to be closer to Lisa than ever before. Photos of the two of them going clubbing or doing athletic activities together were a much needed relief to make Tessa accept her new life. Although she was most certainly still not 100% accepting of her new gender, Tessa was coming around to it for multiple reasons. Not only was she incredibly buff and attractive now, but Tessa now had an avenue to get with her straight best friend. 

With this realization dawning on her, Tessa quickly fired off a text to Lisa asking her to hang out at their favorite spot: a new gym called S-C Fitness. Upon receiving an enthusiastic yes from her friend, Tessa tossed her phone on the bed and began to search through her new wardrobe of men’s workout clothing for the perfect outfit. Although there wasn’t much use in attempting to look good given the fact that she would surely break a sweat and change out of them at the end of the workout, Tessa was desperate to look her absolute best so she can finally make a move on her years-long crush and true love. 

After finally deciding on a black sleeveless shirt and a pair of black compression tights, the woman now known as Toby Richards grabbed his keys and wallet and exited his apartment. Upon making his way down to the parking garage to drive off, there was a momentary look of shock as instead of an older model Honda Civic, the man found a black motorcycle waiting for him. Shrugging his shoulders, the man allowed a slight smirk to manifest on his face as he instinctively turned on the engine and sped off for his gym date.

As he arrived at the parking garage close to his local S-C Fitness, Toby attempted to get his emotions in check as both his nerves and attractions towards his apparent gym date were reaching its peak. Not only was the man trembling as he struggled to park his brand new motorcycle, but his lack of control towards his attraction towards his best friend and crush had caused his brand new manhood to remain rock hard and throbbing while smushed up against the still-revving engine. Even after he turned off the engine and tried to adjust his package to prevent the pressure from encouraging it to remain a full-on boner, the firmness was unwavering to the point where his cock was once again leaking pre-cum into his spandex pants. 

After taking a moment to try and think of ways to decommission his boner, Toby found relief as the sight of some fellow buff dudes slowly exiting out of their cars and walking towards the nearby elevators with their gym bags slung across their shoulders finally caused the man’s manhood to return to a flaccid state. Given his former identity as a lesbian, the hunky bodybuilder was quite relieved to realize that he hadn’t suddenly gained an attraction to men after undergoing this magical gender swap. 

Before Toby could get his mind too wrapped up in reminiscing about who he used to be though, one of those bulky men took a moment to slightly pause as the gender swapped individual swung his leg over the bike and finally stood up. 

“Holy shit bro, you’re looking swole!” one of the men cried out, chuckling as he caused his friend to direct his attention towards Toby. 

“Dude, you’re so right. Plus with a bike like that, he must be getting pussy nonstop!” the other douchebag-looking man said, hitting his friend in the shoulder while pointing at the sleek black motorcycle Toby was now awkwardly leaning against. 

“Uh yeah, thanks… bros,” Toby slowly said, trying to make himself appear less like a woman who had just turned into a man but rather one that was innately in-tune with his masculinity. Watching as the two men looked at each other and seemingly began to continue speaking though, Toby was quick to try and silence the conversation as he was eager to get into the gym and hang out with Lisa. “I don’t mean to interrupt you guys, but I’ve got to get in the gym,” he stated, giving a meek smile to the two men as they awkwardly said their goodbyes and started to walk towards the elevators. 

With the two men leading the way towards the elevators, Toby took a moment to observe them and their walking style. While it looked slightly ridiculous to see the men hold their arms outwards and walk with a waddle-like motion, he started to consider the fact that their similarly bulky sizes to Toby required such a stance. As he continued to walk like he used to back when he was Tessa, the man began to realize the slight discomfort and issues that arose from such a “feminine” gait. His thick and meaty thighs were constantly rubbing against each other and causing him to stumble while walking as his beefy arms had caused some slight chafing to occur due to his biceps and forearms continuing to awkwardly rub against his bulging pecs and wider obliques. 

Due to the sudden realization of this discomfort, Toby quickly borrowed from the other two men and adopted their walking style. Instantly, the man felt relief and even amusement as it caused him to realize just how broad and imposing he could be. He enjoyed the concept so much that he opted not to go down the elevator with the two men and instead jog down the few flights of stairs down to the street. As he rushed down the stairs, he couldn’t deny the attraction he was starting to feel towards his new form due to just how firm and strong he naturally felt along with the similar sensation of bouncing that emerged in both his chest and ass that reminded him of his feminine form. 

Now starting to come around to just how broad and strong he was feeling as he reached the ground floor, the man enthusiastically pulled open the door to the street and made his way through the streets towards the gym. Along the way, he couldn’t help but revel in his broad stance as countless people found themselves apologizing as they were unable to navigate the busy streets without bumping into his bulky body.

Finally making his way into the gym, Toby eagerly swiped his membership card and made his way towards the locker room. Although he almost nearly found himself instinctively walking into the women’s locker room, the confused stares of some of the women exiting eventually caused Toby to realize the error and turn in the other direction. Upon making his way through the door of the men’s locker room, his nostrils were immediately attacked with the putrid odor of male sweat. As he finally entered the room and made his way through the long aisles of lockers, he began to understand why as there was a slew of nearly nude men with their glistening wet and sweaty bodies talking with each other and acting like stereotypical college bros that Toby had seen back during his days of being a girl in college. Not only that, but as he passed by the entrance to the showers, he could have sworn that he heard the stifled moans of individuals most likely jerking off or getting pleasured (as evident by the slightly higher pitched and feminine voices also coming from the other side of the shower curtains). 

Eager to get out of there as soon as possible, Toby found an empty locker and quickly deposited his phone and wallet before slowly closing it shut. However, as he saw a nearby wall-mounted mirror, the newly formed man couldn’t resist getting yet another good look at his physique. He had heard before that there was a noticeable difference both prior and after having a nice gym session, so his curiosity was piqued and he quickly pulled off his pants and shirt to check himself out. Upon doing so, the man once again took a moment to admire his clear vascularity, buff physique, and interesting tattoos before finally pulling his clothes back on and heading out to find his gym date and best friend. 

Making his way out onto the busy gym floor, it wasn’t surprising that Toby felt like a fish out of water as he lacked any real knowledge about working out. But just as he felt himself starting to hyperventilate and have a panic attack, the sound of an all-too familiar voice rang out from behind him and instantly brought him back down to Earth. 

“Hey there Toby! Are you ready for me to kick your ass today during this workout?” Lisa asked with a chuckle, causing Toby to quickly turn around and face his long-term crush. As he took in the sight of the woman’s gorgeous body that was being shown off in all of the right places due to the form-fitting gym wear, the man’s brain struggled to respond to the woman’s question (most likely due to all of the blood rushing towards his cock which had almost immediately grown rock hard upon hearing her voice). “I- uh, I guess we’ll, uh, see,” Toby said, his mind struggling to formulate a sentence due to his own attraction and his desire to conceal the noticeable boner that was straining against his pants. As a result, the man forced his hands to remain stationary around his crotch in an attempt to keep Lisa from noticing the sizable package. 

Although he wouldn’t have been surprised that Lisa ridiculed him for his unintelligent response, he was relieved to see that the woman paid it no mind and instead opted to continue the conversation. “So, should we get started on these workouts then,” she asked, patting the man on his shoulder and causing him to look at the area. Although he was shivering from just how electric her touch was to him, there was also an unintended erotic factor due to just how hot he thought it was that her hand looked so small against his boulder-sized shoulders. 

Nodding his head in agreement, the man allowed Lisa to lead the way as she picked out the first two sets of machines that they would try out. After asking her to go first under the guise of being courteous, Toby took the opportunity to watch the woman navigate the machines and commit to memory how to operate them when it was his turn to go. As another machine opened up next to her, Toby decided to jump right in and begin working out in hopes of causing his boner to disappear. While it started out with good intentions, his tendency to underrate his lifting capabilities had caused him to make a consistent fool of himself to the point where Lisa would have to stop what she was doing to help the bodybuilder set his weight to the appropriate one that would give him a slight challenge. Although the assistance was most certainly appreciated, the close contact that he had with the gorgeous blonde was doing nothing to alleviate his throbbing manhood. Not even the attempts to focus on flexing and checking out his post-workout swoleness in between machines were able to help stop his intense libido. 

So despite how hard he tried to keep his mind off of his friend’s gorgeous rack and curvy figure, his hour-long workout did little to stop his thirst as he felt pre-cum beginning to leak once more into his underwear and pants. Not wanting to accidentally reveal his thirst for his friend though, Toby quickly excused himself as he rushed out of the gym area and into the men’s locker room. Hoping that a quick jerk-off session could get him back in performance mode and prevent him from blowing the gym date, the man threw caution to the wind and immediately pulled down his underwear and shorts. Opting to ignore the hoots and hollers from some of the gay men sitting in there, Toby waddled down to the back section of the locker room and took a seat on a nearby bench. 

Despite the slight discomfort of feeling his bulky ass against the wooden bench, he paid that no mind as he eagerly began to toy with his cock and grip onto it. As he started to once again stroke his impressively long member, the man was quite oblivious to the fact that Lisa was peering around a corner of lockers and smirking to herself as she watched the man get himself off. It wasn’t until the woman finally opted to speak that Toby jumped in shock and his jaw dropped at the clearly interested woman. 

“So, was the gym session that good or am I just that irresistible?” she coyly said, smirking as she slowly made her way over to Toby and took a seat next to him. 

“Uh, it’s… not what you think,” he began, attempting to figure out a proper response to try and hide the fact of his clear attraction towards her. But as he suddenly felt the dainty and well-manicured nails of the woman slowly wrap themselves around his manhood, he quickly began to piece together the fact that she knew exactly what was going on and even enjoyed the concept. 

“Fuck,” the man groaned, shifting his body slightly as the woman continued to toy with him. This time though, she pulled her hand away from his cock and instead opted to lean down, slowly open up her mouth, and run her tongue along his girthy cock. Biting his lip, Toby was understandably frazzled as he struggled to comprehend just how direct and eager Lisa was to pleasure him. But as his own emotions and desires for Lisa reached its breaking point, the man couldn’t resist pulling the woman’s head away from his cock and instead bringing her in for a passionate kiss. For years he had dreamt of this moment, and luckily for him, it was everything he had ever envisioned. Fireworks went off in his head as he tasted her cherry-flavored lipgloss and wasted no time forcefully pushing his tongue into her mouth. 

Allowing his sexual drive to take control of the situation, the man was quick to get onto the main attraction. As he pulled back from her once more, the man then opted to quickly get up on his feet and easily lift the woman up. Clearly not her first time doing this, Lisa wrapped her supple legs around his bulky torso and allowed him to lead the way as he grunted and quickly removed her sports bra. Looking at her sizable breasts, the man found himself diving deeper into his newfound sexual awakening and lifting his arms up while shoving his head face-first into her bosom. 

Not one to miss a hint, Lisa quickly took advantage of Toby’s exposed armpits by diving her own face deep within the sweaty and damp area. As they both took moments to admire each other’s attributes, Toby grunted as he kissed and felt up Lisa’s breasts while Lisa used her tongue to savor every inch of the man’s ripe and sweaty pits. This continued for several minutes, but as Lisa finally pulled her face away from Toby’s pits and moved closer to his ear, it became clear that she was ready to move forward. 

“Fuck me Toby,” she cooed, her voice shifting to a light whisper but sounding loud and clear in Toby’s head. As such, the man wasted no time obeying the woman’s request, pulling her off from around his torso and allowing her to pull down her leggings and panties. With her glorious pussy now revealed to Toby, the man acted swiftly and forcefully as he wasted no time lubing up his cock with a glob of saliva and slowly pushing deep within Lisa's eager pussy. 

For several minutes, the moans coming from the shower paled in comparison to the loud and passionate mix of grunting and moaning that came from the two gorgeous individuals as Toby finally came and lost his male virginity for the first time. But as he pulled out of Lisa and took a moment to catch his breath, the woman’s still-exposed genitalia invited him to continue further with their sexual escapades. As such, Toby was eager to help the woman also achieve orgasm, dropping to his knees and immediately getting to work on eating out the pussy of who was surely going to be his long-term girlfriend. Given his previous experience as a lesbian, the man was an absolute god with his tongue as he easily pleased Lisa and left her whole body shivering in pure lust. While he continued to hear the woman’s girly moans continue to fill the room, there was one thing that Toby was absolutely sure of: he was truly the luckiest man in the world!

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The Birthday Wish

This story was written a few years ago as a special birthday gift for @bizzhideaway​, but I decided to post it publicly just in time to celebrate another birthday of his. 

As Bryce arrived home from a belated birthday celebration with some friends, the 5’11” man was understandably confused by the large birthday cake sitting on his front doorstep. While he certainly didn’t mind getting any late birthday gifts, Bryce was unsure who could have been responsible for the cake. He had just spent the evening out with his entire friend group, so the identity behind the mysterious cake only confused the man further. 

But as he grabbed the cake and unlocked his door, he soon found some relief in a small envelope taped to the side of the box. Upon setting the cake down on his counter, the recently turned 37-year-old was quick to snatch the envelope and pull out the card within it. “Here’s to a life-changing birthday Bryce! Make sure that you make a wish, you never know if it could come true… ;)” the card read, signed off with the name Nate, which caused Bryce to finally connect some dots. For days now, his online friend Nate had vowed to send him a birthday gift, but given his friend’s scatterbrained mind, Bryce hadn’t really expected anything to come from his friend given the fact that he had lived on the other side of the country. But while Bryce thought it was sweet that his online friend had found the time to send him a gift, he found himself now having more questions rather than answers, with the main one being in regards to how Nate was able to find out Bryce’s address. 

While he was certainly planning on asking all of his questions to his friend as soon as he got back onto his computer, there was a perfectly good cake demanding his attention and he was not willing to wait a second longer! So as he quickly flicked on the TV in his living room and switched the channel to ESPN to catch up on the highlights of the day, the man searched around his kitchen for a lighter. Giving a smile to himself after finding one, the man finally began to light the numbered candles as he watched the game highlights and tried to figure out his perfect wish. 

To Bryce’s both relief and joy, the TV revealed that one of his favorite teams (the Los Angeles Rams) had an impressive game, beating the New York Giants by an incredibly wide margin. Although there were many hunks in the NFL, Bryce constantly found himself impressed by (and jealous of) all of the hotness in the Rams locker room. Not only did the team have some of the man’s biggest athletic crushes, such as Cooper Kupp and Aaron Donald, but the team was led by his favorite head coach Sean McVay. 

While there were some clear differences between himself and Sean, Bryce loved most of all the fact that he was now the same age as his favorite coach. At 37 years old, Sean was in peak physical form while leading the Rams to be a strong contender in the NFC West division. Sure, all of the money and the respect he inherited from the position was admirable and something Bryce longed for himself, but none of that compared to the man’s impressive body. 

With a strong nose and stubble that seemed to be permanently stuck in a 5 o’clock shadow, Sean had an impressive visage that was often the cause of many fantasies that Bryce had after watching the coach’s press conferences and interviews. But not only was the man’s face impressive as his entire body was well-maintained as well. His abs remained quite prominent on his aged frame and even his pectorals and biceps seemed incredibly youthful on Sean’s body. With a physique like that, it was no wonder that the man was able to get an equally gorgeous Ukrainian fiancé! 

Thinking about all of Sean’s hunky features along with his general attraction towards Aaron and Cooper, Bryce quickly knew what he wanted his wish to be. While he had spent most of his other birthday wishes on serious things like wishing to have a vacation away from work and going on a great hike, Bryce figured he could at least make one joke wish for his own enjoyment. He knew that none of the wishes would come true anyway, so why would it matter if he spent this one on something impossible? With his mind made up, Bryce finally began to state his wish aloud. “I wish I was a part of the Los Angeles Rams,” the man said, closing his eyes as he took a big inhale of air. After waiting a few seconds, the man finally began to exhale and let the warm air blow out his candles so he could finally eat some cake and relax on the couch. 

However, as soon as Bryce exhaled, an ear-splitting mix of loud voices began to permeate through the man’s residence. Opening his eyes to figure out what was going on, the man’s face went agape as he suddenly found himself surrounded by men either completely shirtless or clad in football gear. In his shock, the man understandably looked around the room to try and figure out where he was and how he got there. But as he saw the Rams logo and the various jerseys of the players popping up in his vision, Bryce soon began to realize that the impossible had occurred: his dream had come true! 

Looking down to check out the reasoning behind the weight settled on his forearms, Bryce was greeted to the sight of a large cake celebrating the team’s win against the Giants. Luckily before he could drop it due to the pure shock of the situation, the cake was quickly plucked from his arms by some assistant coaches so they could cut some pieces and feed the hungry and rowdy hunks. Still in a pure state of disbelief, Bryce took the opportunity to move towards the corner of the locker room so he could try to wrap his head around what was going on. 

As he looked down and caught sight of his arms, it was immediately clear to the man that he wasn’t in his real body. There was a tightness and an inner power coursing through his body that he could immediately identify any time he did something as simple as scratching his upper arms or any other nervous tic he had. Due to this understanding, Bryce then decided to try to deduce the person whose body he is currently inhabiting. So, one-by-one, the transformed man began to do a mental roll call of who he saw in front of him to narrow down the roster. 

Continuing to stare as a mob of people flooded the middle of the locker room to pick up some cake, Bryce narrowed his eyes as he scanned the room for any familiar faces. He saw the Rams quarterback Matthew Stafford making small talk with the burly hunk Aaron Donald, which had actually made him feel a bit bummed about not being in his impressively buff body. But even through the sadness, just the sight of the man was enough to elicit a physical response in Bryce’s new body as his dick began to rise and press against the fabric of the pants he was now wearing. Scanning through the crowd further, he finally noticed Cooper Kupp’s blond hair standing out against the sea of blue and yellow helmets of players eager to get cake. With so many potential candidates slimmed down to next to no one in the roster, Bryce was able to quickly figure out who he was now: he was in the body of Sean McVay. 

As if on cue, Cooper approached Bryce before saying a simple “Here you go Coach” and handing him a plate of cake with a smile on his face. It was insane to think that he was now just fully in control of McVay’s body, especially since it was someone who he had thirsted over for so many years and someone who clearly had the respect of the team’s star wide receiver. After thanking the blond-haired hunk, the new head coach awkwardly made his way out of the populated locker room and towards the office connected to it. Upon pulling the door of Sean’s office shut and closing the blinds, Bryce began to try to wrap his head around the situation once more. 

Pacing around the room in a hectic mental state, Bryce tried to understand how this was possible. All he did was make a wish on that cake from Nate… the cake that had a card telling him to make sure he made a wish! Was it possible that his friend somehow had caused this? If it really happened, what exactly did Nate do to him? Was this just a simple body swap or did Bryce just fully become Sean McVay to the point where his original identity was removed from this universe? If it was a real body swap though, Bryce couldn’t help but wonder how the real Sean was dealing with being in his body… 

Stopping while being deep in thought, Bryce soon found his attention shifting as he caught sight of a mirror hanging on the wall of Sean’s office. Moving towards it and leaning in, Bryce was understandably excited and turned on by what he saw since it only confirmed what he had already known: he was truly Sean McVay! With glee, he ran his thicker and wider hands along his face as he studied and marveled the new features he possessed. As he flashed a smile and chuckled to himself, Bryce was clearly impressed by the pure white set of teeth that were now being shown off. While he certainly loved his old body, he couldn’t deny that being Sean was an absolute dream come true! 

Feeling eager to check himself out further, Bryce peeled himself out of the coach’s blue Rams shirt and stared in amazement at his impressive new physique. For years, he had tried to get a physique similar to what Sean possessed, but no matter how hard he worked out or dieted, Bryce found himself unable to gain the same type of meaty pecs and defined abdominals that were proudly displayed on Sean’s body. As he cupped the muscles that were his new biceps and smirked at just how strong he now was, his new manhood was clearly enjoying the show as well and eager for him to give it some form of release. “Fuck, you’re one sexy hunk,” Bryce purred, his new somewhat raspy voice clearly furthering the throbbing in the man’s dick. 

But as he moved towards the window and peeked through the blinds, he couldn’t help but allow himself to start thirsting over these players he had crushed on. Aaron was now shirtless and walking around the somewhat-emptying locker room, showing off that wide and strong physique of his. While Cooper clearly wasn’t as built and defined as Aaron, the sight of his perky ass and strong quad muscles was still quite enough to get the new head coach riled up and eager to experiment with the players. Although he knew that Sean was engaged to a woman, Bryce was absolutely willing to risk it all to get some more alone time with his favorite players. Maybe he could get them to stay back after everyone else leaves and they could continue the post-game celebration in the team sauna… 

“Hey coach, the press is waiting for you!” a disembodied voice says, interrupting Bryce from his kinky train of thought. 

Turning to the side to stare at the smaller assistant coach, Bryce was understandably flustered and unsure of how to explain why the head coach was suddenly shirtless and staring through the blinds of his office. “Thanks, I’ll head out there soon…” Bryce awkwardly said, which was enough to get the assistant coach to leave so Bryce could figure out what to do. While the previous incidents of thinking about what to do had caused intense mental quandaries, this time was quite simple for the man. There was only one thing for him to do now: be Sean McVay. While he didn’t know if the change was permanent or not, Bryce wasn’t willing to waste any more time overthinking about what’s going to happen. He was going to live in the moment and be Sean McVay both physically and mentally. So, with a pep in his step, the man quickly pulled on his t-shirt while staring into the mirror one last time (at least for the next hour or so until he could better check himself out). 

Admiring himself was quite the vain thing to do, but as Bryce flexed and watched his biceps strain against the fabric of his sleeves and his pectorals proudly jut out from his chest, he couldn’t blame himself for such vanity! He was an absolute hunk in every way, and as a result, he was willing to let all of his previous reservations fall to the wayside and embrace his new identity. As Sean McVay, he was going to put in intense amounts of effort to help train these players to be the best they could be. There was an inner drive building up in the man, so much so that he was now beginning to think about just how great it would be to add a Super Bowl ring to his jewelry collection. Hell, with such an impressive ring like that on his fingers, he may have a reason to repaint his nails to be a lighter shade of blue to match the team’s colors next season. With the clarity of being a hunky coach, Bryce knew that there was nothing wrong with being proud of his team and showcasing his admiration for the team in any way he wanted (even if it could be viewed as “feminine”). He was in the body of one of the manliest men he’d ever seen, so he knew that he could easily get away with anything given his impressive build and intimidating appearance. 

With a wide grin permanently spread across his gorgeous face, the new Sean McVay made his way out of the office and allowed the other coaches to lead the way towards the post-game press conference. He certainly had a lot to brag about now, and due to this, he was eternally grateful for the new life he had been gifted from his friend.

The Man of Steal II

When Clark Kent first left his farmhouse in Smallville to help assist a nearby town with a museum break-in, the man also known as Superman thought it would be a quick and simple encounter of disarming the criminal and handing them over to the police. Unfortunately for him though, this was proven to not be the case as Clark’s attempt to stop the criminal led to a huge fight that traversed through several areas of the museum. In fact, one of these areas included a special Krypton-themed exhibit, which proved to be quite detrimental to the superhero.

As the fight continued through this area, the criminal that broke into the museum (whose name was Darren) was desperately trying anything possible to stop Superman and allow himself to escape from him and the authorities. Searching through all of the rubble and toppled over display cases, Darren was able to stumble upon a rock that he thought could potentially give him an opportunity to flee. Upon slamming the rock against the hero’s impenetrable skull though, Darren found himself blessed with a perfect weapon in the form of a small piece of red Kryptonite.

Given the fact that Clark knew about the random effects that the crystal could have on him, the hero tried his best to deter the man from using the crystal for both of their sakes. The stubbornness of Darren was unwavering though and Clark was unable to stop the man in time before his broad chest was pierced by the crystal. Now after that impact, Clark immediately began to regret his constant desire for helping others as he found himself staring back at his own smiling body and realizing that he was now in the weak and unattractive form of Darren.

“Darren, did you hear me? It’s that kryptonite! That red one is super rare and has too many possible side effects for me to count. That must have caused us to swap bodies! Grab it and walk over here so we can swap back,” Clark desperately said, his voice shifting to a whimper as he struggled to sit up and deal with the intense pain of the impact with the wall. In fact, he was in such pain that the superhero didn’t even pick up on how he was now speaking with an awkward Midwestern accent that was a far cry from his formerly deep and booming voice.

Hearing the declaration of wanting to swap back though, the imposter Superman was adamant about not making that reality. As such, he slowly sauntered his way over to the now-frail superhero while puffing out his chest. “Like I’ve already told you Darren, by the looks of it, I’m Superman now,” he began, his lips pulling into a cocky smirk before letting out a chuckle seeing Clark’s terrified face. “I don’t really care about how this happened to us, all I know is that I’m not going to go back to that pitiful body just to go back to jail for whoever knows how many years!”

To punctuate the sentence then, Darren gripped onto the piece of kryptonite stuck in his chest and pulled it out. Grunting while this occurred, the man breathed heavily for a few seconds and stared intensely into his former eyes. Luckily for the terrified hero, this only lasted for a moment before Darren’s head soon began to turn and scan the expansive museum. Watching as the imposter Superman clenched his fist and pulled the arm holding the kryptonite back, Clark couldn’t even gasp in shock or scream for the man to stop before Darren’s new superhero strength sent the kryptonite flying through the air and shattering against the concrete wall from the velocity of the throw.

Feeling completely hopeless at what was going on, Clark found himself getting understandably quite emotional. It was absolutely infuriating to find himself graveling for the first time (and to his own body nonetheless), but it was something that he was more than willing to do in order to get his body and life back. He couldn’t allow some random criminal getting close to his wife and kids or taking over the role of Superman, Darren would surely destroy his family and his reputation as a good guy!

“Please Darren, don’t do this. We both know that these aren’t our real bodies, so let’s just be grown adults and I can find a shard or something so we can swap back,” he started. But as he finished his first sentence, his extreme sadness and fear finally caused the usually composed man to crack and begin crying. With those tears beginning to stream down his face, Clark tried his best to beg for his own body back. “Please, I’ll do anything you want to get my body back. I’m the real Superman, and I just want to get back to my family,” he continued, his sentence abruptly stopping as he began to full-on sob. Just the simple thought of having this stranger going to bed with his wife or going to his sons’ high school events was enough to break down the last remaining morsel of Clark’s pride. Despite his passionate plea though, Clark was absolutely appalled to find that his own hearty laugh was being used against him and filling the empty atrium of the museum.

“Wow, that was so pitiful and pathetic. With behavior like that, I don’t think we should swap back,” Darren began, his laughter continuing as he put his hands on his hips and looked down at the frail man who was sobbing and desperately wrapping an arm around his right leg. “Honestly, all of that emotion and desperate whining is perfectly fitting for such a weak body. In fact, I think I’m rather content with remaining as Superman,” he continued before suddenly stopping himself. “Or would you rather I refer to myself by my real name? Do you prefer I go with Clark Kent or Kal-El?” he said as he cockily placed his hands on his hips, finally causing Clark to look up in horror at the revelation that the criminal somehow knew everything about him.

“H-how did you know that,” Clark desperately inquired, struggling to comprehend what’s going on.

“What are you talking about Darren, I’m just thinking about my life and memories... especially my gorgeous wife and those two teenage boys that are eagerly waiting for their father to show up back in Smallville. You know what I really can't stop thinking about though? Getting Lois to moan my name as I fuck her mercilessly, a reward for continuing to make the world a better and safer place," he began, the smile turning quite devious as he easily recounted Clark’s last encounter with his family before heading to the museum. To make matters worse for the terrified superhero though, the man’s next statement proved to leave him weak in the knees. “I mean, I don’t think any of those memories feel fitting for a petty criminal and low-level gang member that would stage some break-in at a museum right? Go ahead and try and think about your life though Darren, I think you’ll find that those are more fitting for your life!”

Desperately, Clark tried to recount a recent and important moment in his life. The first thing that came to mind was the reason behind the family’s move to Smallville - the death of Clark’s mother. But to his horror, a brief glimpse through his mind was unable to pull up that memory. Instead, he found countless memories that informed him of a frail and sickly looking woman that was constantly in and out of the hospital. Even more bizarre, those memories also referred to Clark by the name belonging to the body he was now in: Darren.

Gasping in shock at what was going on, Clark tried his hardest to recall more important events and information about his life. But instead, all that happened was that a broader picture was painted about Darren’s life. By doing so, Clark was able to learn more about Darren such as his last name being Hyde and his history of going in and out of jail countless times in his youth. Continuing to pull on this string of Darren’s past allowed Clark to learn more about the man’s history with a local gang who first recruited him when he was 14 and got caught stealing some cigarettes for his mother.

Despite the gang’s best attempts at helping the man bulk up and gain more muscle to become some sort of brute to help them during any heists, Darren’s body was unwilling to grow beyond the pale and bony frame that he’d been stuck with since his childhood. With no real incentive for keeping the man around, the gang soon found a special job for Darren - by being their personal guinea pig and constant fall guy. Whenever he wasn’t in prison for one of the gang’s crimes, the man had no other options but to stick with the gang and endure their various tortures that came in the form of the knife scars that adorned Clark’s new pale skin. As he ran his fingers along the various cuts that crisscrossed on his skin, Clark found himself instantly cringing as he could somehow recall the pain Darren felt as he tried his best to flee and escape the rugged and bulkier men who tormented him.

“This isn’t right,” Clark cried out, the words coming out as a bizarre warble as he struggled to comprehend the extreme yet widely different expressions of his shame, fear, and pure rage. “You’re going to give me back my body one way or another,” he continued, his voice shifting into a surprisingly aggressive scream as he suddenly got up onto his feet and began to rush towards the shattered remnants of the red kryptonite. As he watched for a moment, Clark smirked seeing that the criminal was seemingly so caught off-guard that he hadn’t even attempted to chase after him yet. In a moment of athleticism that Darren’s body had never experienced before, Superman slid along the glass-shattered floor and allowed the pants he was wearing to be torn to shreds as he reached down to quickly pick up a small shard of red kryptonite that was the size of a paperclip. Given his multiple experiences with kryptonite in the past, Clark knew that the small piece was more than enough to hopefully restart the transformation and place him back in his original body.

Upon grabbing the piece, the man slid up from his knees and jumped back into a standing position to face the criminal who had stolen his body. But to his shock though, all he saw was a blur as Clark’s body flew directly at him before grabbing him and throwing him against the thick concrete wall. As Clark gasped and attempted to catch his breath from the impact, the imposter Superman was able to quickly grip onto the man’s kryptonite-wearing hand and slam it against the wall as well. But despite the struggle to regain his breathing, Clark kept a death grip around the shard in hopes of eventually stabbing the criminal with it. However, this quickly changed as Clark looked directly into the eyes of his former body and watched as they began to quickly redden.

“If you want to keep that hand of yours, you better drop the shard. Right now,” Darren warned, causing Clark’s friendly face to shift into a terrifyingly ill-fitting expression of pure rage.

Fearing the concept of losing a limb to his own laser vision, Clark let out a defeated whimper as he dropped the shard and watched as it slowly fell down and clattered against the tiled floor. Feeling as tears once again began to stream down his sunken-looking face, Clark lifted his head up to avoid making eye contact with the body thief who had easily outsmarted and outpowered him.

“Hey hey hey,” Darren lightly cooed, the friendly and calming tone he was speaking with being severely at odds with the reality of the situation. “Don’t worry Clark, I’ll be taking good care of those wife and kids of yours. Hell, based on how poorly your relationship with Jordan is right now, I think you could use all of the help you could get,” he continued with a chuckle, finding great amusement in being able to not only so easily defeat the indestructible Superman but also seamlessly take over his life as well.

“You motherfuck-,” Clark began, growing enraged as he heard the imposter bring up his strained relationship with his son.

But before the superhero could even finish his rare moment of profanity, Darren was quick to grab the man’s head and slam it back against the concrete wall. With his former body immediately slumping into a state of unconsciousness after the impact, Darren couldn’t help but smirk at the fact that he had overtaken the apparent Man of Steel. Although he had found such glee in tormenting the superhero and watching him plead for his body back though, the imposter Clark was growing increasingly antsy in terms of getting home and meeting his new family.

So as he dragged the still-unconscious “criminal” out through the front doors of the museum by the collar of his shirt, the brand new Superman flashed a wide smile as the various police officers were unaware of the fact that the criminal that they were searching for was who they were congratulating. Just as he prepared to fly off though to the house that his memories informed him was the Kent household, the former criminal tried his best to cover his tracks for once the real Clark woke up. This attempt came in the form of some dialogue with the paramedics who had quickly handcuffed Darren’s former body to a gurney and began to inspect his head for any potential damage.

“Hey, just so you guys now, that guy refused to go down without a fight,” Darren began, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest as he tried to appear overly heroic to the paramedics. “Obviously I didn’t want it to get that far, but he left me with no choice other than to rough him up a bit. Just in case he starts saying some crazy and unbelievable things, please check and make sure about whether he’s concussed or not. I know he hit his head pretty hard against one of the concrete walls while we were fighting,” he continued, giving a light grin and nodding his head towards the duo of workers before flying off to meet his new family.

* * * * *

Just a few minutes later, Darren had traversed the several miles of vast farmland before arriving on the Kent property. Opting to have a bit of time to mentally prepare before encountering his new family, the man made a landing near a large barn and slowly began to prepare to adopt the identity of a sweet father and husband rather than the gritty gang member he once was. After reaching the front door of the house, the brand new Clark Kent took a deep breath before turning the doorknob and walking in.

To his surprise though, the house was completely dead and silent beyond the TV in the living room that was still playing the local news station. “Uh hello,” he said aloud, continuing to walk around and looking for his new family. Instead though, the only thing he saw was a lone plate of food resting on the dinner table while all of the lights remained off. Thinking that his new family may have gone somewhere in town, Darren made his way through the hallways before entering the bedroom that his inherited memories told him was Clark and Lois’ bedroom.

After entering and finding that the room was just as empty as the rest of the house, the imposter took a moment to take in the sights of his new residence before noticing an ajar bathroom door connected to the main bedroom. Eager to get out of this suit and see what his new body looked like, the man eagerly made his way in there and began to undress.

As the suit finally slumped down to the floor and Darren stepped out of it, the man was in awe at just how godly his body looked now. Not only did the superhero opt to wear no underwear beneath the suit so the man was in immediate awe of Clark’s impressive 8.5” cock, but the sight of such a buff physique left Darren quite slack-jawed as well. It was incredible to feel such intense strength buried deep within the thick biceps and firm hairy pecs that he now possessed, so much so that the man’s brand new manhood was immediately hardening in response. Fuck yeah, I can definitely get used to this, the man thought to himself as he used one hand to graze his fingers along the well-defined ripples of his six-pack abs and the other to slowly squeeze the shaft of his new cock.

Before he could get too deep into the fondling though, a sudden flick of a lamp caused Darren’s eyes to widen and turn to face the source of the disturbance. Upon doing so, his eyes suddenly found himself staring at his new wife Lois sitting on her side of the bed and watching with a curious expression. As he observed the woman, Darren’s cock couldn’t help but firm up further due to just how gorgeous she was to him.

“Hmm,” she began, her lips curling into a light smirk as she looked her nude husband up and down. “I presume your trip to the museum went well?” Lois coyly asked, her eyes clearly narrowing in on the rock hard cock that was jutting out and pointing directly at her from across the room.

Attempting to come up with a response, Darren found his words beginning to jumble as he attempted to explain himself. “I- um, yeah the whole trip went great. It took a bit because the intruder was wearing this mechanical suit, but as soon as I got him out of it, it was a piece of cake getting him handed over to the authorities,” he said, his words coming across quite direct and intense due to his inner worry of somehow having Lois figure out that something had happened to her real husband.

Luckily though, Lois seemed to think that nothing was amiss, especially as Darren watched her stand up and slowly make her way over to him. As one hand ran her fingers along Clark’s pecs and twirled his chest hair, Darren found himself gasping as his new wife delicately wrapped her hand around the sizable manhood and began to slowly stroke it.

“Wha- what about the kids,” Darren asked, worried about any possible intruders before he truly gave into his newfound attraction towards the woman and fucked her senseless.

“Oh don’t worry, Jordan’s playing video games in his room while Jonathan is video-chatting with his girlfriend,” Lois purred into Clark’s ear. “There’s nothing to stop us from having a little fun tonight babe,” she continued, which immediately pushed Darren over the edge.

Feeling his attraction reaching its limit, the man put his superhero skills to use as he effortlessly pulled the woman into bed at impressive speeds and tore off the woman’s clothing. As they leaned in and passionately kissed each other, Darren’s bad boy tendencies began to quickly come out in full force.

It started out small, with Lois finding her lip bit by her hunky husband as he tightly gripped onto her breasts and sensually massaged the nipples. To her surprise though, she found the action oddly erotic, so she told Clark to keep going as he finally took a moment to slide his massive cock into her needy pussy. With the man sliding in and out with a surprising amount of force and conviction, the journalist couldn’t help but gasp and moan for Clark to “go harder”.

Luckily, Lois’ imposter husband was more than willing to comply with the request, using his wide hands to grip the back of her skull and pull her into a deep and passionate kiss as he ran his tongue down her throat. When pulling away from those kisses though, the brand new Clark was quick to dive into some dirty talk as he told his wife to beg for his cock and to call herself “daddy’s little cunt” if she wanted him to keep going. To Darren’s surprise though, the journalist was all too willing to allow “Clark” to assert dominance as she begged for more and referred to herself as that kinky nickname. As such, it didn’t take long before Darren reached climax and shot his superhero seed into his brand new wife’s eager pussy.

After finishing up and falling back into bed, Darren couldn’t help but smirk as Lois raved about how great that was and talked about how it felt like he was “a brand new man”. As he chuckled and retorted that the woman had no idea how true she was, the brand new Superman decided to flick off the light and head to bed. With Lois now fully believing that nothing was amiss, Darren was somewhat excited to meet his new children the next day and become a better father to them than the real Clark Kent could ever be!

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The Man of Steal

For Superman, it seemed like his desire to enjoy his normal civilian life as Clark Kent was an impossibility. Any time he planned to have any sort of family event with his wife Lois and two sons (be it dinner or a simple trip to the movies), there always seemed to be some sort of interruption from the news that begged for the assistance of the crime-fighting vigilante.

This was proven to be true once again as the Kent family began to assemble for their family dinner. Just as Clark started to help himself to Lois’ home-cooked meal, the television in the living room suddenly went off as a breaking news bulletin appeared. With his innate desire to protect others and save them from danger, the superhero couldn’t stop himself from leaning past the dining room table and taking a closer look at the screen. For several minutes, the man intently listened to what the news reporter had to say. According to that anchor, it appeared as though a museum a few towns over from Smallville had been broken into by a criminal.

When the reporter first brought up the fact that it was one individual stuck in a stand-off with nearby police surrounding the museum, Clark had originally decided to just allow the cops to do their job so he can spend time with his family. But as the news anchor began to include more details about the museum, Clark’s attention was immediately piqued when she stated that the museum had just recently opened an exhibit devoted towards educating everyday individuals about Superman and his home planet Krypton.

As soon as the reporter began to discuss the fact that the museum had a priceless amount of Kryptonian relics on display, Clark gave an apologetic look towards his wife and kids before quietly sitting up and rushing into his bedroom to pull his suit on. The threat of having some criminal get their hands on some Kryptonian equipment rightfully caused Clark to be alarmed. While he dedicated his life towards using these powers for good, Clark was fully aware of how detrimental Kryptonian items could be with others. In fact, it was for these exact reasons that he recalled how he didn’t even offer his blessing towards the museum’s exhibit when they first proposed it to him. Of course, his prediction came true and now he was going to have to fix it before countless people could get hurt! So as he pulled on his suit and took one good look at himself in the mirror, the man wasted no time rushing out of his house before pushing off of the ground and rapidly flying off into the night.

Within a minute, the hero was able to rapidly traverse across several miles of farmland and make his way to the museum. As he quickly made a hero landing onto the concrete road outside of the museum, Superman made his way up to a group of officers to get an up-to-date report about what had occurred so far. According to the head officer in charge, the unknown criminal had accidentally tripped a security laser upon breaking into the museum. With the assistance of drones that could look through the glass atrium in the middle of the museum, the police were able to determine that the man was working alone yet heavily armed with an armored suit and a high-grade weapon. As such, a stand-off was afoot with the police attempting to convince the man to surrender and prevent anyone from getting hurt. Unfortunately though, these talks had quickly stalled and the criminal refused to surrender, instead deciding to further barricade himself deeper into the museum.

Given the tough situation that the police were in, Superman was quick to offer his services due to his skill set and innate bulletproof skin. Although there were a few officers there who gave him sneers and angrily told him off for “invading their turf”, the Smallville resident tried his best to remain positive and cheerful in order to help bring another criminal to justice. Luckily, the chief in charge of the operation got his men in line and gave the superhero the go-ahead to help remedy the situation. After giving a slight nod in the chief’s direction, Superman levitated himself back into the air before flying up to the top of the several stories high museum.

Upon setting himself back onto stable ground, Superman quickly traversed across the museum’s metal roof until he approached the glass dome in the middle of the museum atrium. As he peered around, it didn’t take long before he saw the criminal walking around in the bulky armored suit. Not wanting to inform the man of his arrival though, Clark opted to quickly use his laser vision to cut out a portion of the window so he could slyly sneak through the hole to surprise the villain. Upon doing so and quietly setting the portion aside, the hero carefully squeezed his bulky and muscular physique through the cut-out section of the glass. Once he was through, the hero slowly levitated his way down to the ground floor and hid for a moment to conjure up a game plan.

As he quickly looked around, Clark decided to sneak attack the man with a high-speed collision to hopefully disarm him and destroy his suit so he could be easily apprehended and delivered to the police. Narrowing his eyes and taking a moment to prepare himself, the man then wasted no time as he flew at top speed and his body crashed through the long aisles of museum displays. Before the criminal could even turn to look at the source of the noise, the hero’s extended arms immediately collided with the metal suit and easily pushed him against the wall. But given Superman’s extreme strength, that wasn’t all as the force of his movement caused the duo to crash through the concrete wall before Clark gripped onto the collar of the suit and threw the man to the ground.

While the confused criminal grimaced and groaned from the impact, Clark wasted no time tugging off the suit piece by piece until the villain was left in nothing but his normal clothing. Upon peering down to examine the culprit behind the robbery though, Clark found himself shocked to see that the man’s appearance was quite unusual. Most of the villains he faced were these imposing figures who had bodies that were packed to the brim with a musculature that could rival Superman’s own physique. But looking down, Clark instead found a man who had no sort of muscle definition or impressive physical features.

Taking a look at the man’s overall physique, Clark was baffled to find that the criminal was stuck with fragile-looking arms and legs that seemed to indicate that he would be tired from even a simple jog down a street block. The man seemed young, yet with his high hairline and partial balding, Clark presumed that the man was in his mid to late 30s. To make matters worse for the man, the criminal’s pale white face and body was also ravaged with a vast array of scarring and tattoos that caused Clark to surmise that he was some sort of low-level gang member. Despite the gang affiliation though, it seemed like the poor man had been unable to pack on any muscle and was instead treated like a punching bag and guinea pig by the higher-level members based on the intense scarring that resembled knife cuts.

As the man began to stir back into consciousness, Clark opted to try and take a more gentle approach with the criminal. Clearly the man posed no physical threat to him, so he tried to be as delicate as possible upon extending a hand towards the man and quickly pulling him up to his feet. With the man looking around in pure horror as he saw his unsuited self and Superman’s imposing body, Clark tried his best to calm the man’s nerves and indicate that he had no desire to hurt him further.

“Hey, don’t worry, no more fighting needs to happen tonight. Given the threat level of that suit you were wearing, I just had to disarm you as fast as I could and figure out who was operating it,” he calmly said, looking down at the frail individual and trying his best to give a reassuring smile. “So, what’s your name?” Clark inquired, trying his best to form a connection to the criminal. In many ways, the frail and anxious man reminded Clark of his own son Jordan. Clark’s relationship with Jordan was currently strained at the moment, so the superhero father felt a strange desire to view the criminal as a stand-in for his son and thus try and be a positive influence to help the man change his life and be the best version of himself he could possibly be. If he was able to successfully do this for the criminal, Clark was hopeful that he could replicate the same thing with Jordan and fully reconnect so they could be as close as they once were.

Although the criminal remained tense and quite uncomfortable being in the hero’s presence, he eventually decided to answer Superman’s inquiry. “It’s Darren,” he said, a thick midwestern accent coming from his throat.

“Gotcha, well it’s nice to meet you then Darren. I wish it wasn’t under these circumstances, but alas here we are,” Clark said, finishing his sentence with a heavy sigh. “Your plan though, it’s over now Darren. I don’t know what you were trying to do here tonight, but let’s just end this now so no one has to get hurt in the process. Alright?”

After silently nodding his head in agreement, Darren shifted his head down in apparent shame as he slowly began to make his way back into the main atrium of the museum. As he passed through the large hole into the concrete wall though, the criminal opted to continue speaking once more. “I was just trying to get some quick cash to help pay for my mom’s hospital bills. She’s not doing good and I don’t have the money to keep paying for her tests,” he solemnly said, causing Clark behind him to frown in sadness.

Despite his innate desire to bring criminals to justice, Clark couldn’t help but feel severe empathy for the man. It seemed as though all avenues of Darren’s life led to disappointment and struggle, so it was no wonder why the man had no other option to resort to a life of crime! As such, Clark’s warm heart left him eager to try and help fix one aspect of Darren’s hard life.

“You know, I actually know some people who work at Metropolis General Hospital,” he began, tilting his head and looking down towards the captured criminal with a light smile. “If you wanted, I could definitely pull some strings and help get some of your mother’s tests covered for fr-” he continued, the words unexpectedly being interrupted as a sudden impact into Clark’s gut caused him to stop speaking. As he watched Darren pull his elbow back up away from his stomach, Clark’s eyes widened. The man had truly just said anything so he could get Clark’s defenses down and try to make an escape!

Watching as the man quickly fled on foot through the museum, Clark’s eyes began to rapidly redden due to the intense rage he felt about being tricked. Although he felt no pain from the impact due to his general invincibility, he couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed about being so easily fooled. But rather than allowing his laser vision to come out in full force and quickly stop Darren in his tracks, Clark mentally pulled back due to the fear of accidentally killing the man. Instead, he stood back up onto his feet, dusted off his dusty shoulders, and pushed off the ground to begin flying towards the still-sprinting criminal.

Given his rapid speed, it didn’t take long before Superman was catching up to Darren. To be fair though, the task was fairly easy for Superman as Darren’s frantic clumsiness had caused him to stumble over the tipped over display cases and trip over the various artifacts that those cases had once held. As he extended his arms out in hopes of quickly capturing the man now lying on the ground, Clark was eager to get the standoff over with so he could return back to his family before they finished dinner. While he thought about what he was going to do once he was back home on his farm, the man was unaware of Darren’s quick motion towards grabbing a hefty rock that had been held in one of the cases. In fact, he only ever picked up on this face as Darren turned towards to face Clark and immediately slammed the superhero in the side of the head with the artifact.

As a momentary pain rushed through Clark’s head, he quickly moved back to an upright position and stood back onto the ground so he was directly above the criminal who was still lying on the ground. However, as he waited for the pain to fade away, the hero was quickly overcome by a severe tingling sensation throughout his entire body. With this sensation rushing through his body, the man’s many years of crime-fighting and battles with intergalactic foes came back to the forefront of his mind. Bizarrely, the feeling felt both familiar yet incredibly foreign at the same time.

So as Clark directed his attention back to the criminal, his eyes quickly began to widen as he saw what had become of the artifact that had hit him. Instead of the blunt and gray rock that he had felt smashed against his face, it appeared as though his angular jawline had actually caused parts of the rock to crumble! By doing so, it appeared that a special Kryptonian artifact had revealed itself to be hidden within the rock - a small piece of red kryptonite!

Immediately, the tingling sensation that he felt began to make sense. Although he hadn’t ever experienced the effects of red kryptonite for himself, his extensive research about his home planet caused him to immediately recall some basic information about the rock type. The rock itself had a wide array of effects on Kryptonians according to his own research, but all of the examples Clark had read made it abundantly clear that this was a terrible type to encounter. As such, the man tried his best to reason with the criminal and get him to set the rock down.

“Hey, you got a good lick in there huh,” Clark inquired with a chuckle, rubbing his temple where the rock had made an impact as he returned back to standing on the ground. “Now let’s not do anything stupid here Darren. That rock isn’t safe for me, and by default, that means it’s not safe for you as well. So just toss it aside and I’ll forget all about this little outburst of yours!”

However, the criminal refused to agree to those terms, instead rushing directly towards Superman with a deranged and enraged expression on his face. Preparing to just stand tall and immediately disarm the man, Clark angrily scowled while putting his hands on his hips. Watching as the man gripped the rock in his right hand, Clark waited for the man to be in close enough proximity for him to hit him and cause him to drop the rock. With him now only a foot away, Clark immediately jumped into action as he lifted up his arm and immediately brought it down on Darren’s outstretched right arm. As expected, Clark breathed a sigh of relief as the rock quickly slipped out of his grasp and began to fall towards the floor. Unfortunately though, Darren apparently had quick reflexes, as he was able to reach out his left hand and quickly capture the kryptonite once more. Before Clark could fully comprehend the swapping between hands, the superhero suddenly felt the pressure of the rock make an impact against his broad chest.

Understandably, Superman feared the wild card nature of the rock’s power and thus instinctively pushed out his arms in order to make contact with Darren’s torso and send him flying away from him. However, as the motion was completed, both men were suddenly overcome with a dizzying sensation that rendered them momentarily with a full-body numbness and an inability to see. As both of these things made their return to Clark though, the man was suddenly shocked as an intense full-body pain coursed through his body as his back suddenly made impact against a concrete wall.

Grimacing as he slid down the museum’s wall, Clark let out a deep groan after his crumpled body made an impact onto the glass-covered floor. As he gingerly tried to sit himself back up, the sudden sounds of a deep bellowing gasp and chuckle caused Clark to grow alarmed. Peeling open his eyelids to finally take a look around the destroyed museum once more, Clark directed his attention towards the source of the noise. Upon doing so though, the superhero was immediately shocked to find himself somehow staring at his own smiling body!

Looking down in an extreme mix of confusion and fear, Clark gasped in shock as he looked down and now found himself looking at Darren’s own frail, pale, and scarred body. “Wha- how did this happen,” he cried out, notably triggered by the thick and surprisingly deep Midwestern accent coming out of his mouth. “That damn kryptonite, it must have swapped our bodies Darren!” Upon turning towards the imposter inside his body though, Clark immediately shivered in fear as that alarmingly wide smile remained stuck on his former face. Watching as the imposter cockily swaggered towards him, the superhero was shocked as the real Darren began to speak once more.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about buddy, I’m Superman!”

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Who Should Be Transformed Next?

Hey there everyone! Recently I’ve been struggling to make any progress on this middle-aged mechanic transformation novella I’ve been working on, so I’m looking to do something different and hopefully circle back to it later and finally finish it. Luckily, I’ve got a treasure trove of ideas that I can move onto… but I’ve got so many I can’t decide! 

As a result, I wanted to make a little poll and have both my Patrons and Tumblr followers vote for the next story so I can have an outside perspective help narrow things down a bit. To make things interesting, I‘ve made a little collage that highlights the Midjourney art I created that reveals the end results of the top six transformations I want to write.