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My cocky 22yo self at 215lbs.

Bigger Ramy has this show in the bag and he knows it.

As he hit the top of his last rep, he felt something strange. Instead of the tiredness and pain he expected, he was overwhelmed with a feeling pleasure. It was practically radiating out of his quads. The longer he held his position, the stronger it felt. It wasn't just a feeling though, it was an effect of the massive growth currently encompassing those muscles. No longer aware of his surroundings, he began to moan as he felt his now erect penis prepare to spit his load. As it does, his legs quickly drop, his ballooned quads violently forcing them apart as they do.

Stopping only for a moment to admire his new mass, he moves about the gym repeating the same pattern as he evens himself out. A trail of cumstains marking his path. As he waddles out through the gym's wide double doors, he has no idea what could have sparked his massive growth, but somehow knew that he'd be back again tomorrow doing the same thing.

They said he couldn't win the Olympia... then he did. They said he couldn't cram 300lbs of competition-ready meat on his 5'6" frame, then he did... with another 100 coming the year after that. 500lbs was practically expected this year... and he sure wasn't going to disappoint.

Doc said the only thing that'll help with my hip pain is dropping some weight... yea, right... lose muscle. He said I had way too much mass for my small frame. Shit... who's he callin' small? Besides, I ain't no lardass. This... GRRRR... huff... mmmphh... is hard, pumping, muscle.

I just need a minute. Load up that squat rack. Leg day's just gettin' started.

Dungeons and Jocks

Suggested by: @sivfenrir

Gregory slammed another book down on his apartment table. It was another book for his upcoming DND campaign with his friend Louis. It was quite heavy for his scrawny body but he somehow managed to carry it all the way from the library. He was going to be a wizard artificer for the campaign over discord call and wanted to learn as much as he could before properly getting into it. Gregory opened the book and began to look through the pages. The nerd he is absorbed all the information quite quickly and before long landed on a very peculiar page... "Make what you wish come true! A spell of a lifetime for your campaign... Huh..." Gregory was very intrigued.

A spell to make what you wish come true is quite a bold claim from a book from a random library and a nerd who was quite a nerd. "Alright I'll guess I'll try this totally real spell!" Gregory didn't believe it would work so he recited the spell with a hint of sarcasm. "drhs drhs drhs drhs drhs ivzo ivzo ivzo ivzo!!" Gregory chanted the spell right then and there. "Now let's see if this worked... I am rich!" "..." "Haha... as I thought," Gregory was unphased, but just as he was about to go to the next page a notif popped up on his nearby phone. Louis: Hey dude, time for our DND session hop on discord! It was Louis!

Gregory: Alright hopping on now! Gregory quickly made his way to his room where his computer was located and hopped on call. "Yo Louis wassup?" "Oh... hey... I'm... okay.." Louis had a melancholy tone to his voice. "Is... something wrong dude?" "Yea... mind if I vent before the session?"

"Oh, sure what is it?" "It's just these guys that were bullying me..." Gregory felt a chill in his spine.

"P-People were bullying you??" "Yea..."

"What were they? Who were they?" "They were these... high school jocks. Large ones t-too. B-Based on their size they easily went to the gym everyday," Gregory felt more tingles. Gregory's body was beginning to change. Gregory began to gain an extreme growth in muscle like he worked at the gym everyday because well he did. Massive pecs, big biceps, and meaty thighs were some of his greatest features. Gregory's changes didn't stop though as his mind became warped and his past began to change. Instead of being a nerd he was always a jock. Bullying all the little guys More obsessed with muscle than school or anything else. That's when reality snapped back to the new jock Gregory. "H-Huh? What am I doing here? Where's my bros??? And why is this shirt so tight?" The new gregory looked around his room and saw all sorts of nerdy shit that repulsed him. How did he get here and where are his bros??? Louis didn't notice the change in Gregory's behavior and kept going. "A-And I think one of them was bald??? How much steroids did that they take??" And in one fell swoop all of Gregory's hair fell off leaving him completely bald. "I'm pretty sure all they wore was tank-tops with how cocky and self-obsessed they were..." Gregory's shirt began to remold itself into a gym tank-top and Gregory's mind suddenly become self-obsessed, immediately giving his left bicep a kiss.

"At least i got you with me!"

Louis continued on.

"They were total jerks. They piss me off just thinking about it!" Gregory stopped loving himself immediately. He recognized who was speaking. It was Louis the Louiser! Why was he talking to a twink ass on some messaging service. He'd rather beat him up directly than on some app. Gregory was ready to destroy the computer but then... "I wish they were like you, my best friend... kind, nice, nerdy like me." Gregory's mind changing again. He was still a bit of a jock but still spent time to nerd out with Louis and would protect him with his massive size and play DND all the time too!

Gregory paused right before he was about to punch screen as his anger dissipated into a cocky grin.

"Right you are, you're glad to have a friend like me haha!" Gregory's new voice gave a hearty laugh "Oh wow Gregory, your voice sounds different than I last remember..." Louis asked in a shocked tone.

"Whatcha talking about? Always been sounding like this ever since I took the steroids remember. I just had to get PUMPED! GRAHH!" Gregory did a flex with a grunt making Louis jump in his seat on the other end.

"W-Who are you and what you have done with Gregory?" "Come on bro it's me Louis. Your good old pal. We play DND remember?" Gregory turned on his webcam.

"See? It's me! Don't you want to give my bicep a kiss like old times?"

"W-Who is this?! You're not Gregory you're more like a Greg!" Gregory or rather Greg paused for a moment before smirking. "Yeah you're right! Sorry 'bout that. My name is Greg! But come on bro don't remember your lovable nerdy big guy best friend?" Greg flexed again.

"I-I'm still not convinced... I'm going to your house in person...." Louis immediately left the call before Greg could even say "See you later bro,"

Louis arrived to Greg's apartment and knocked on the door expecting the same twink he's known since elementary to open it but nope... it was "Greg" "Hey bro! Good to see you!"

"How did you- When did you-" Louis was in a gay panic.

"Lots of hardwork and steroids bro. Remember. Come on let's talk on the bro-couch!" "W-When did you take your shirt off?"

"Took if off before you got here bro. Needed to let my muscles breathe you know?" "U-Um,,, o-okay,,," Louis's words were barely legible

"Anyways bro let's go to the bro-couch pronto. We can talk like we always do. As bros!" Greg turned around not a moment sooner abandoning his shorts leaving him in just his underwear.

Louis cautiously entered the apartment. It looked about the same as he last saw it but there was a lot more... bodybuilder. There was still all those awards from math bowls but there was also some trophies from competitions. Louis continued to look around while Greg grabbed a huge can of Whey Protein before sitting on the bro-couch. "Want some?"

"N-No thanks..." Louis sheepishly declined

"Your loss," Greg opened up the container and ate the protein powder raw. "Delicious! Anyways whatcha wanna talk about bro?"

"Isn't it obvious? How you became THIS?" Louis blurted out.

"We were supposed to be doing a DND campaign but instead you became a meathead!" Greg's mind changed again.

"Yuppppppp that's meeeeeeeeeeee!" It looked like Greg had no thoughts and only thought of muscles as the math bowl trophies began to disappear. "But at the same time you do seem like my best friend..." Greg got hit with his old intelligence and stopped drooling.

"Yea bro! We'll always be bros! Now come on let's DND!"

"Okay fine, but put some clothes on!"

"Alright bro, alright!" With Greg walking off to get changed.

Greg returned in a tank top and some shorts flexing as he entered.

"Let's do this bro!" Louis almost forgot how hot Gregor- Greg was now.

"Alright alright, let's do this!" And so the buff nerd Greg and the twink nerd Louis did their campaign with Greg's character being a buff as hell Jock wizard artificer with magic and muscles on their side. It was a grand ol' time and Louis finally let this be the new Greg. Luckily for Louis the chant that Greg made was wearing off making this Greg permanent. It's a good life being a large and in charge jock and nerd.

A Warlock’s Duality - Epilogue

➡️ Read the Main Story first! ⬅️

The magical couple found themselves stumbling up the ornate staircase, kissing like lustful beasts as they made their way towards the master bedroom. Dane’s hands exploring Wavell’s body in an even more eager fashion than usual. Before this he’d already touched and groped every inch of his boyfriends frame but now with this new form he’s taken, everything is brand new! Even through the expensive fabric of Wavell’s new suit, Dane could feel the difference in the shape and size of the body that lied beneath and words couldn’t express how excited he was get even more familiar with it.

Soon enough they were tripping over themselves upon finally reaching the bedroom, hardly being able to keep their hands off each over. Wavell flicked his hand, commanding the door ahead of them open before they stumbled through it. Finally they’d reached the bed that Dane had grown quite accustomed to over his time dating Wavell so far. Just as Dane reached to start undoing the other man’s suit however, Wavell stopped him.

“Something wrong?” Dane asked.

Wavell glanced at him and then towards the bathroom suite across the room. “No. Nothing’s wrong. It’s just that I want to do this next part alone.”

“What do you mean? Are you gonna have sex with yourself?” Dane laughed, though the more he thought about it he wouldn’t be surprised if Wavell could find a way to do that.

The warlock smirked back at the assumption. “No, no that’s not what I meant. I just mean… getting a chance to see the new me. To see what these new forms of mine have to offer.” He admitted.

Dane lent forward, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek. “You don’t have to explain. I get it. Take all the time you need. I’ll be waiting right here for you when you’re ready.” He plopped himself down onto the comfy bed before lying back and relaxing into the soft mattress a little.

After a quick thank you, Wavell excused himself so he could see what these new bodies of his were all about. It didn’t take long for him to close the bathroom door before stepping in front of the sink mirror. He’d never get over how jarring it is to see an unfamiliar face reflected back at you for the first time. Thankfully those faces were always incredibly handsome.

If Wavell was going to get a proper look at his who body however, an ordinary sink mirror wasn’t going to cut it. Some temporary reorganisation was in order. This time he didn’t flick his wrist or snap his fingers, simply allowing his eyes to glow a deep violet for a moment as his powers activated. Immediately the bathroom began rearranging itself accordingly. The sink moving itself across to the side while the bath shrunk slightly to make room until there was a large open space around the mirror. But not for long as said mirror swiftly began growing, lengthening down to the floor before widening a little until it was the perfect full body mirror.

“Ahhhh perfect… wow I hadn’t realised how nice this suit was.” Wavell complimented himself upon seeing stylish looking clothes properly at last, seeing how they did a great job at flattering his new body. He’d materialised them on auto-pilot after the merge but usually he went for something more business casual. It must’ve been Chris’ impeccable fashion sense shinning through.

He turned to look at himself in the suit from multiple angles, seeing how he’d manifested it to tailor made for his body. He could already tell he’d be wearing a lot more of these high end looking suits from now on. After all what better way to help display his status as an all powerful magician. God it was almost as gorgeous as he was! Speaking of… he couldn’t help but step just a bit closer to get a proper look at this dashing new face.

As much as Wavell adored his former face of Oliver, he had to admit that Chris’ face had a certain allure to it. To start he now had amazing jaw that wasn’t overkill but really gave him that masculine edge that people would respect. Not to mention the immaculately grown facial hair covering it that Wavell couldn’t help running a hand through. He just loved how it had the familiar salt and pepper look that his previous beard had with this one having rather dark sliver hair coating his cheeks and upper lip while the hair on his chin was significantly lighter. His styled hair did something very similar where where is was a light silver at the front and sides but faded to a dark colour as it went on. It just gave him this sense of uniqueness. That said one thing he knew would really garner some attention however was his eyes. When he wasn’t using his power they were this light blue the shimmered in light to give them a certain dazzle that was sure to take anyone’s breath away.

With that Wavell took a step back once again. “Welp I suppose there’s only one thing left to do…” he smirked to himself as he began to undo the buttons on his suit jacket before gently slipping it off. In an instant he materialised a small stool to place his carefully folded jacket onto before taking another second to admire himself. The crisp white dress shirt underneath seemed to fit just as perfectly as it framed his new pecs nicely with sleeves just tight enough to show off his sizeable biceps. That jacket certainly did a good job at deceiving others on just how impressive his upper body truly was. Speaking of impressive Wavell couldn’t help but turn and glance over his shoulder only to find himself swiftly getting hard at the sight of his brand new rounded bubble ass as it stretched the fabric of his suit pants. “Mmmm Dane is gonna love that.” He claimed before giving it a smack. “Him and I both.”

As great as he still looked in this suit, Wavell was getting more and more eager to see exactly what lied beneath. Starting with him kicking off his large, expensive looking dress shoes before unbuttoning his shirt and gently slipping it off. After placing it neatly atop of the of the jacket he finally had a chance to gaze upon his new upper body. Of course he’d already seen it prior to the merge but this was a whole different ball game. Now it was his! Bringing his arms up into a flex he couldn’t help but love how he adorned the shape of an old school super hero. A wide back that extended down into tight waist alongside powerful pecs that he enjoyed puffing out and bouncing a little. Not to mention the thick and even veiny muscle his arms displayed with every movement.

Before long the massive tent forming in his fitted suit pants became hard to ignore. “Well I suppose I’ve teased it long enough.” He grinned while rubbing his crotch a little. Wavell didn’t waste any time in undoing his belt a briskly stepping out of those nice pants and in doing so was surprised to find himself stood in tighty whitey style briefs rather than the boxer briefs he’d usually wear. After placing the pants with the rest of his clothes he turned back to give them another look. “Huh… you know these don’t look too bad actually.” He mumbled to himself, enjoying the way they not only framed his ass but accentuated his bulge as well. “You know I think I might stick to these.” He thought to himself though the moment he did he could tell the Kyle part of him would much prefer wearing boxer briefs. “…Well as long as I’m Chris anyway.” He added.

After all that Wavell’s cock just couldn’t take it anymore as it threatened tear through the very underwear he’d just been complimenting. A dark spot even beginning to form due to leaking precum. With a smile excitedly yanked them off before tossing them on top of the clothes pile, finally setting his thick python of a dick free and standing in nothing but long black dress socks. You see, though Kyle and Chris’ bodies had remained unchanged for the most part, Wavell couldn’t help but take some liberties when his came to his prized organ. Both bodies had received a significant upgrade in the downstairs department, placing them both in the monstrous category. As was fitting for someone like the one and only Mr Wavell.

Dane couldn’t help but perk his ears at the sound of groans coming from the bathroom as he laid on the bed in wait. “Sounds like he’s having fun…” he mumbled to himself as he imagined what he boyfriend was up to in there. Stripping off naked and groping every part of his new body in a lust filled whirlwind.

Of course Dane was right on the money with his assumption. Wavell had almost completely given into his desires as his hands roamed over every muscle in ecstasy. Not knowing whether to look down at his body or up at the mirror as he groped his chest and and pumped his cock. The moans only grew louder as he started to experiment further, starting with him simply grabbing at his bubble butt before his fingers began sliding towards his hole. He couldn’t help but allow a dumb grin to form across his face as he pushed a few fingers inside. “Mmmm yeah you’ve definitely experimented a little in your day haven’t you Chris.” Wavell moaned as he found his hole feeling naturally rather tight but not as tight as he’d expected.

He must’ve lost himself in this self pleasure for a good 10-15 minutes before finally snapping back to reality and remembering that his boyfriend was still waiting for him just outside. “Alright Chris, you’ve had your fun. Now it’s Kyle’s turn.” Wavell smirked devilishly as he closed his eyes and started the switch. The magic rippled through his body as it swiftly started to expand. It was as if someone had shoved an air pump up his ass and was aggressively blowing up all the muscle in his body. His already sizeable pecs growing thicker and juicer, his powerful biceps and triceps blowing up to colossal sizes. His impressive thighs and calves bulking up until his thighs pressed up against each over and his calves started to tear the dress socks a little. His back inching wider while his already pert ass jiggled even larger with pure muscle. Even his hands and feet grew bigger! Now he just looked like a meathead version of Chris, but not for long…

Swiftly Wavell’s body began to de-age, losing its refined maturity in favour of a younger and more jockish look and that couldn’t have been better reflected than by his face. The facial features shifting to becoming more like that of what most would consider a meathead to match his body. His hair fast loosing any signs of silver in favour of a new haircut and ginger-ish blonde hair. Any bodily features that resembled Chris in anyway disappearing and being replaced. And strangely enough that included his cock. The monster between his legs shortened ever so slightly from about 10 and a half inches down to 9 inches but to make up for it that lost length was converted straight to girth instead.

“Oohhhh FUCK yeahhhhh!” Wavell shouted, immediately hitting a double bicep pose with glee as the face he saw in the mirror was no longer Chris. He’d once again flipped over to Kyle. “Mmmm that’s it baby, absolute fucking unit!” He stated before switching to a side chest pose, all of it coming to him rather naturally.

In honesty Wavell could’ve transformed much quicker than he did but this time he really wanted to savour the transformation. To give himself a chance to really watch and absorb everything that was happening as he went from one body to the other. Honestly he couldn’t see himself ever getting tired of it.

From there Wavell swiftly went back to worshiping himself all over again as he got to feel the massive difference in size and shape between his two forms. Certainly not hesitating to give all his muscles a good flex, as was normal for Kyle and by extension Wavell whenever he was using this body. Stopping on multiple occasions to kiss his massive biceps in a cocky fashion or to bounce his giant pecs with even more control than when he was Chris.

Just like before the warlock went on a tour of his body. Starting by getting close to the mirror again and admiring his new face, comparing its young jock-like features to Chris’ mature ones. Both being masculine in their own right. Chris had the type of masculine look that said ‘I’m the kind of man that has lots of power, respect and influence’ while Kyle’s was a little closer to ‘I’m the kind of man that can get almost any piece of ass I want, whenever I want it.’ And of course both of those statements were true when it came to Wavell.

After taking a moment to enjoy all the subtle differences in his current face, returnees to inspecting his body as a whole. This included running a hand across his thick new abs, appreciating his boulder-like shoulders, hefting his meaty pecs with wonder and of course hardly being able to keep his hands off his fat dick. And he certainly wasn’t disappointed by this version of his ass either. It’d lost a bit of it’s perkiness in favour of turning into a total muscle ass that simply had so much to grab onto in all its thick glory. As Kyle there wasn’t a single part of Wavell that wasn’t thick and he absolutely fucking loved it!

About 10 minutes later Dane, now fully undressed, glanced up at the bathroom door across the room upon hearing the handle twist. He watched with a smirk as Wavell stepped back out with the hulking body of Kyle. He’d already been expecting it when he noticed tone of Wavell’s voice shift at one point as he was getting familiar with his body. He soon noticed the suit Wavell been wearing before now scrunched a ball of clothes under his arm. It seemed this version of him wasn’t nearly as worried about being neat. “So… what happened to Chris big guy?” He grinned.

Wavell discarded the suit, tossing it off to the side before marching towards the bed, loving how he was able to conduct his new weight. “Chris ain’t here right now…” Wavell slowly shifted himself onto the large bed, causing it to creak slightly. “So you have the pleasure of dealing with me.” He slowly crawling on top of his boyfriend, pinning him down with that wolfish smile that Dane could always recognise no matter what Wavell looked it.

It was quickly made clear to Dane that he gonna be bottoming tonight by the way Wavell proceeded to manhandle him. After getting pinned down and having Wavell’s lips pressed against his own, he could only allow himself to submit to the bulkier man. It wasn’t long before Wavell flipped Dane onto his stomach and started planting kisses along his back until he reached that delicious looking bubble ass. Wavell gripped it firmly before spreading Dane’s cheeks and diving his face between them.

Dane could certainly tell Wavell was different now, but not in a bad way. It seemed as though he was drawing slightly on the personalities of whichever body he was using as he’d quickly adopted Kyle’s more aggressive approach to sex. Even going as far as to wrap an arm around Dane’s neck to hold him in place as Wavell plunged himself deep inside the other man’s hole. Barely giving his boyfriend a second to think as he pounded him with all his might, the sheer girth of his cock forcing Dane’s hole to stretch further than it ever had before.

From there it was just a horny blur. Wavell taking full control with flipping Dane like a rag doll into all sorts of different positions. Switching between making Dane gag on his dick and having him moan uncontrollably at his prostate was being slammed into. Commanding him to bounce on the fat rod at multiple points as Wavell gripped his hips and guided him even faster. Even getting so into it at points that Dane even begged Wavell to choke him a little which was something the two had never done but both found themselves rather enjoying.

Eventually however all things must come to an end and in this case that was after Dane had been filled with three of Kyle’s thick loads. One down his throat and two filling his ass leaving the pair satisfied for the night. It was after this that Wavell showed his more caring side again as he offered to get them both cleaned up before snuggling up to Dane in bed. Hell he even asked Dane be the big spoon! Kyle Wavell might’ve had quite an aggressive sexual side but it was clear to the other man that in reality he was just a big softie.

Dane snuggled up close to his boyfriend, wrapping his arms around him and giving Wavell’s chest a cheeky squeeze. Even rubbing his bulge gently up against that huge muscle ass. He might not have gotten a chance to experience that big butt tonight but was certain he’d get his chance soon enough along with a chance to experience Chris as a whole. But with that he closed his eyes and started to drift off to the delightful daydream of all the fun that was to come with both of Wavell’s new bodies…

Finger Licking Good

AI GENERATED STORY OUTLINE: FATSO IS WILDING OUT WITH THIS KOREAN HUNK

In the dim, musty locker room of the old gym, the fluorescent lights flickered overhead as Joon, a Korean bodybuilder with muscles sculpted like a Greek god, wiped the sweat from his brow. He'd just finished an intense workout, and his body glistened with perspiration, highlighting every chiseled contour.

Unbeknownst to him, Fatso, one of the notorious Ghostly Trio, hovered nearby, invisible but watching with keen interest. "Damn, these muscleheads. Always so serious, always so focused. Time for some real fun," Fatso mused, a mischievous grin spreading across his spectral face.

Joon, completely unaware of the ghostly presence, began to strip off his gym clothes. As he admired his reflection in the mirror, his thoughts were interrupted by a sudden chill in the air. "What the hell...?" he muttered, looking around but seeing nothing.

Fatso took this as his cue. He materialized just behind Joon, his translucent form shimmering with an otherworldly glow. "Guess what, big guy? You're about to have the time of your life," Fatso whispered, his voice echoing eerily in the confined space.

Before Joon could react, Fatso lunged forward. His ghostly essence seemed to turn into a swirling vortex, and in a horrifying instant, he forced himself into Joon's open mouth. The sensation was both cold and invasive, like an icy windstorm tearing through his insides.

Joon's eyes bulged in shock as he felt Fatso pushing deeper, his hands clawing desperately at his throat. "N-no...! What... is... happening...?" he gasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Fatso's laughter echoed in Joon's mind as he continued his takeover. "Relax, big guy. Just enjoy the ride." Joon's resistance weakened, his muscular arms dropping limply to his sides as his body was overwhelmed by the ghostly presence.

Finally, Joon's eyes, now glowing with a mischievous light, reflected the completion of the possession. Fatso had full control. He stretched Joon's new body, flexing the powerful muscles and feeling the raw strength coursing through his veins.

"Well, well, look at this," Fatso said, his voice a bizarre mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. "Usually, I go for the fat guys, but there's a first time for everything. And possessing a Korean hunk? Now that's a twist!"

He flexed Joon's biceps, admiring the sheer power. "Damn, this is something else. These muscles are incredible."

Fatso's hands roamed freely over Joon's body, exploring every inch with a mix of curiosity and lust. He fondled the firm pecs, squeezing them with greedy delight. "Nice and firm. Never had a body like this before. So strong, so... perfect."

His hands moved lower, cupping Joon's round, firm ass cheeks and giving them a playful squeeze. "Not bad, not bad at all."

As Fatso's exploration grew more intimate, he slid a hand down Joon's abs, savoring the rigid contours before reaching the growing bulge in the bodybuilder's shorts. "Let's see what this body can really do," he murmured, pulling down Joon's shorts to reveal his throbbing cock.

Fatso began to stroke Joon's member, feeling the rush of arousal that came with it. "Oh yeah, this is more like it," he groaned, the pleasure intensifying as he continued to masturbate with Joon's powerful hands.

"This is amazing. The strength, the control... it's intoxicating," Fatso moaned, his voice thick with lust. He watched in the mirror as Joon's body responded to his every whim, the muscles tensing and relaxing under his command.

As Fatso's strokes became more vigorous, he relished the feeling of Joon's body nearing climax. He glanced at Joon's protein shake on the bench, an idea forming. "Fuck, this feels incredible," he groaned, his voice a mix of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly echo.

With a final, intense stroke, Fatso pushed Joon's body over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as he directed the stream of cum into Joon's protein shake. "Ohhh, yes!" Fatso shouted, the ecstasy overwhelming him.

As the pleasure subsided, Fatso leaned back, admiring his handiwork. He picked up the protein shake, giving it a little swirl. "Mmm, extra protein," he said with a wicked grin, raising the shake to his lips. He took a long, deliberate sip, savoring the taste. "Delicious," he said, licking his lips. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."

With a satisfied smirk, Fatso settled into his new form, already plotting his next move. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon.

Possessed Joon returned home, his muscular frame barely fitting through the doorway of his modest apartment. Fatso, now fully in control of Joon's body, reveled in the newfound strength and power. The ghost couldn't help but flex in front of the mirror, admiring the way Joon's muscles bulged and rippled with each movement.

"Gotta keep the protein up, don't you, big boy?" Fatso chuckled, his voice a sinister blend of Joon's deep tones and his own ghostly rasp. He flexed Joon's biceps, enjoying the sight of the massive muscles. "Look at these guns. Damn, I've never had a body like this."

As the evening wore on, a gnawing hunger began to build within him. "Alright, time to feed this beast," Fatso said, grabbing Joon's phone. He scrolled through the food delivery app, eyes gleaming with anticipation. "When in Rome, why not?"

He quickly navigated to a food delivery app and ordered a large helping of Korean fried chicken, grinning with anticipation. "This is gonna be good," he muttered, pacing the room as he hungrily awaited the arrival of his meal. "Can't wait to tear into that chicken."

When the delivery finally arrived, Fatso practically ripped the bag open, his mouth watering at the sight of the crispy, golden chicken. But as he rummaged through the contents, he realized something was missing. "They forgot the sauce. You've gotta be kidding me."

An idea formed in his twisted mind, and he couldn't help but laugh. "Well, time to improvise."

Fatso unzipped Joon's pants, pulling out the bodybuilder's thick cock. He began to stroke it, his oily hands sliding up and down the shaft. "Mmm, this is gonna be one hell of a sauce," he groaned, the pleasure building quickly.

It didn't take long for Fatso to reach the edge, his strokes becoming more frantic. With a final, intense gasp, he came, directing the stream of cum all over the fried chicken. "Ohhh, yes," he moaned, the ecstasy overwhelming him for a moment.

Panting, Fatso picked up a piece of chicken, now dripping with his improvised sauce. "Delicious," he said with a wicked grin, taking a big, sloppy bite. The taste was a bizarre mix of salty and savory, and he devoured it like a pig, juices running down his chin.

His hunger only grew as he ate, the greasy chicken and his own cum combining in a perverse feast. He chewed loudly, savoring every grotesque bite. "Damn, this is good. Who knew adding a personal touch could be so tasty?"

When he ran out of sauce, Fatso didn't hesitate. He used his oily hands to lube up Joon's cock again, stroking it with renewed vigor. "More sauce coming right up," he groaned, his voice thick with lust. With another intense climax, he sprayed more cum over the remaining chicken, laughing maniacally as he did.

Fatso ate with abandon, his body shaking with pleasure and gluttony. Each bite was a perverse delight, the taste and texture pushing him further into his twisted enjoyment. "Mmm, can't get enough of this. This body's got some stamina, that's for sure."

As he continued to feast, Fatso's belly began to swell, a food baby forming from the sheer amount he consumed. He leaned back in the chair, rubbing his bloated stomach with a satisfied smirk. "Now that's what I call a meal," he said, licking his fingers clean. "This body is going to be a lot of fun."

He flexed his muscles again, this time with a bit of difficulty due to the fullness in his gut. "Look at this, a perfect mix of muscle and... indulgence," Fatso chuckled, feeling the tension in Joon's powerful limbs.

With a contented groan, Fatso slid his hands over his distended belly, feeling the firm yet yielding flesh. "Oh yeah, that's the spot. This is what it means to live... well, possess... in style." He laughed, the sound echoing through the apartment. "I think I'm gonna like it here."

Fatso stretched out, already plotting his next indulgence. The ghost had found a new playground in Joon's perfect body, and he wasn't about to let go anytime soon. "This is just the beginning," he murmured to himself, his hands still caressing his bloated belly. "There's so much more fun to be had."

BONUS PT: STRIKE A POSE

The studio was buzzing with energy as the photoshoot for the latest fitness magazine issue was about to begin. Joon, or rather, Fatso inhabiting Joon's muscular body, stood in the center, exuding confidence and raw power. The bright lights illuminated every chiseled line and curve of his physique, making his muscles look even more impressive.

The photographer, a young man named Eric, was setting up his camera and adjusting the lighting. He couldn't help but steal glances at Joon's impressive form, clad only in tight, form-fitting underwear that left little to the imagination.

"Alright, Joon, let's start with some strong poses," Eric instructed, trying to maintain his professional demeanor despite his obvious admiration for Joon's body.

Joon flexed his biceps, striking a pose that showcased his incredible muscle definition. Eric began snapping photos, his camera capturing every detail of Joon's physique.

"So, Joon," Eric said, trying to make small talk as he continued shooting, "what's your fitness routine like? How do you maintain such an amazing body?"

Fatso, unrestrained and uninhibited, smirked. "Oh, you know, gorging on food and having sex all the time. That's my secret workout."

Eric's face turned a deep shade of red, clearly taken aback by Joon's blunt response. "Uh, really? That's, um, interesting."

Joon grinned, enjoying the reaction. "Yeah, nothing like a good feast and some wild fucking to keep these muscles in shape." He flexed again, his erection beginning to strain against the tight fabric of his underwear.

Eric continued snapping photos, but his focus was wavering. Joon noticed and decided to push further, feeling a mischievous thrill. "Looks like you're enjoying this shoot as much as I am," he said, stepping closer to Eric. "You wanna worship this body, don’t you?"

Eric swallowed hard, his professional facade crumbling. "I... I mean, you're in amazing shape, Joon. It's hard not to be impressed."

Joon chuckled, his voice low and seductive. "Go ahead, touch me." He flexed his pecs, making them bounce provocatively. "Feel what real muscle feels like."

Eric hesitated for a moment, then reached out with trembling hands, caressing Joon's hard pecs. "Wow, you're... incredible," he murmured, his fingers exploring the contours of Joon's chest.

"Suck on them," Joon commanded, pushing Eric's head toward his pecs. Eric's lips closed around Joon’s nipple, sucking and licking eagerly. Joon's erection grew even harder, straining against his underwear.

"Good boy," Joon growled, pulling Eric up and turning him around, pressing him against a nearby table. With quick, practiced movements, Joon removed Eric's pants, exposing his ass. Without hesitation, he began to fuck Eric from behind, thrusting with raw, powerful strokes.

Suddenly, Eric's phone rang. He reached for it, but Joon grabbed it first, smirking. "Better keep this call professional," Joon growled, putting the phone on loudspeaker.

"Hello?" the voice of Eric's boss came through the speaker. "How's the shoot going?"

Joon continued to thrust, unbothered by the call. "It’s going great," Eric managed to say, his voice strained as he tried to sound normal. Joon grinned, relishing the situation.

"Yeah, everything’s on schedule," Joon chimed in casually, giving no indication of what was really happening. He thrust harder, making Eric stifle a moan.

"Glad to hear it," the boss said. "Make sure to get plenty of shots of Joon’s physique. We want this to be our best issue yet."

"Of course, sir," Eric replied, his voice shaking slightly. Joon laughed softly, his thrusts never slowing.

"We’re getting some amazing shots, aren’t we?" Joon said, squeezing Eric's hips. "Y-yes," Eric stammered, desperately trying to maintain his composure.

The call finally ended, and the phone clicked off. Joon immediately grabbed Eric’s hair, pulling his head back. "Now, where were we?" he growled, pulling out and shoving his dick into Eric’s mouth. "Eat up, boy. A skinny guy like you needs protein if you wanna be a big boy like me."

Eric gagged slightly but began to suck eagerly, his hands gripping Joon’s thighs. Joon fucked his mouth with powerful thrusts, feeling his climax building. "Yeah, take it all," he groaned, his muscles flexing.

With a final thrust, Joon came, filling Eric’s mouth with his cum. Eric swallowed desperately, his belly swelling with the sheer volume. Joon continued thrusting, milking every drop.

Finally, both of them reached their peak. Eric, overwhelmed, collapsed on the floor, his belly distended from the cum he’d consumed. Joon looked down, a satisfied grin on his face.

"Look at you, all bloated and full," he said, caressing Eric’s swollen belly. "That’s what a real meal looks like."

Fatso, still in control of Joon’s body, reveled in the moment. He flexed his muscles one last time, admiring the scene. "This body is going to have so much fun," he murmured, his hand resting on the passed-out Eric's cum-filled belly.

Mistaken Assumption

Holy FUCK! It actually worked! Yes!

Oh my God, this is fantastic, look at my lean hairless young body. And wow, I look cute as fuck in these undies too, hmm, I’m gonna be one hell of a submissive twink - Finally!

Wait, what’s he got above his computer there… Pictures of women? And.. why are they turning me on? Fuck! His cock, well shit, it’s definitely bigger than mine was, longer at least, but maybe not as thick. Oh shit, why am I stroking it looking at these girls on the wall? No… No fucking way! This kid was straight? 

No, can’t be, let me see what’s on his computer. Whoa, holy fuck - Those are some big fucking tits… and hmm, I’d love to just bury my face in that pussy and… WHAT! No… stop. Goddammit, why am I still jacking this kid’s cock, why the fuck can’t I stop? 

Oh man… Oh fuck… FUCK! 

Damn, that felt good; blew a huge fucking load, fuck what a mess. Oh well. 

Now, what was I thinking about? Oh yeah, I was thinking about how much I’d love to eat Jenna William’s pussy and bone her with my big teen fuck stick. Well, got nothing better to do on a Saturday morning, may was well run one of her porn clips and jerk off again. 

Man, being a horny teen is so fucking amazing; I’m gonna pull so much pussy at Tony’s party tonight!

===== MEANWHILE =====

Whoa, what the hell? Is that… me? Who is this dude? No way I’ve ever been this big or this jacked. Damn, so much muscle, this is totally crazy dude!

And, fuck, am I getting turned on looking at myself in the mirror now? I mean, yeah, I look damned good like this, but… No, wait, it’s not me… It’s that other dude over in the corner - Shit, he looks older than me, well the me I was before - maybe the same age as this dude, fuck if I know. 

Hmm, but the way those shorts are hugging his ass as he’s doing those squats, fuck man, I just want to bury my face in his ass and tongue fuck him all night long!

WHAT?! No, what the fuck? Why the hell am I thinking gay shit like that? I like pussy dammit, like that tight looking hottie over in the corner stretching in her yoga pants. 

What the fuck… normally I’d be sprung in no time looking at a fine piece like her… There’s that guy again, fuck he’s so fucking hot, I want him to hold me down, rub his pits in my face, and make me lick his body from head to toe, I want him to use me like the bitch I am… and… 

Oh fuck, I think I’m gonna… 

OH SHIT… I just blew a load in my pants. Wow, that was intense! Good thing these pants are thick, I hope no one saw me orgasm, that’d be embarrassing!

Shit, if only I wasn’t so shy about going up to other guys… I’d go right up to that dude and beg him to use me like a dirty cum slut. But I have an image to uphold, gotta be all badass and pretend I’m straight all the time… I hate it.

All I want is for some sexy man like that to make me submit to him and make me his bitch - man, my life would be so perfect then if I could be more openly gay…

Showing Off My New Body

I found this hunk of a man at the flea market. As soon as he caught my eye, I knew I was destined to wear his flesh. I stalked him through the market all the way to his truck. On that hot day, he didn’t notice he was being followed. he dropped his keys, and when he bent back up, he was met with a syringe in the back of his neck.

His body crumpled to the ground as the serum took hold. I stood over this country hunk as he was converted into a wearable husk. I threw the fresh bodysuit into the cab of his truck and headed home. I couldn’t wait to try him on.

He was definitely worth the wait. Now that I’m in his body, I feel unstoppable. Looking like this life is going to go a little differently. Anything I wear looks great, but there’s something about me in this body when it’s bare chested. I flex for the camera as I get comfortable filling up my new skin. I’m in love with my new muscle tone. I could see me wearing this body permanently.

Ondřej Kmošťák. IG: @ ondrejkmostak