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I drank the shapeshifting potion in the gym parking lot. I had stolen some clothes from my dad's dirty clothes hamper and added his 'essence' to the potion. Doing so would allow me to become a perfect replica of my sexy dad.

As the last drop of the potion hit the back of my throat, I doubled over in pain as I moaned out in the car. I felt like my skin and insides were on fire as I changed. This better fucking work.

I looked in the rear-view mirror as my reflection started to change. My youthful twink face aged and grew more masculine before my very eyes. I looked down at my naked body and noticed I was gaining weight and hair all over my chest and belly. I also noticed it on my now-thick arms and hands. I felt my cock growing and changing. It morphed and grew foreskin as I was sweating and moaning out in the car seat.

I looked further down at my thighs and felt them expanding out and filling out my ass nicely. Fuck, I really was becoming my dad. The changes spread down my legs and feet as I felt them bubble up and morph. I glanced back in the rear-view mirror and noticed I had a stubbly gray beard and a face that I now recognized as a perfect replica of my father. I was still wearing the sunglasses and hat I had on from before the change.

As the last of the morph finished, I basked in my new musk and sweat as I moaned out in my dad's sexy voice. I started jerking off to my new uncut daddy dick as I blew a load all over my new body. With a satisfied grin, I licked up my dad's cum and rubbed the rest into my new body. I put on my dad's dirty tank top and gym shorts and stepped out of the car into the parking lot, now joining the other guys coming in for a workout.

It was going to be fun being my dad for a bit.

"Damn, I can get used to this." I said to my new reflection in the mirror in a new deep baritone voice. "Who knew he was this sexy under those clothes..."

I had perfectly shifted into a replica of my boyfriend's father. I had stayed over at his place tonight and thought it might be fun to use my power while he was taking a shower. After seeing a picture of his family on the dresser, I really couldn't resist. I mean he was dilf... or rather I am a dilf now.

"Babe? I thought I he-! Oh fuck! Dad?! W-what are you doing in my room?!" He exclaimed as he came back into the bedroom naked, quickly covering his swinging dick.

"It's alright son. I let myself in. You can show Daddy your cock if you want. I made you after all." I said slyly, almost losing my cool and giggling.

I was now sporting a raging boner in my white briefs that were clearly too small on my waist now. I watched as the realization dawned on his face and he was suddenly furious.

"Dave?! What the fuck man?! Not my dad! You can shift into anyone and you choose my dad? You don't need to give me a heart attack first thing in the morning. Fuck." My boyfriend sighed as he took a seat on the bed, now refusing to look at me.

"C'mon son. It'll be fun. I won't be sexual if that's what you want. I just really like this body. Please?" I begged. "You know I like impersonating others. I promise I'll be good."

I came up behind him and started massaging his broad shoulders. It was weird now towering over him. I was an 18-year-old twink in my normal body. He looked at me begrudgingly before relenting.

"Alright fine. What did you even want to do anyway? I was really hoping to spend the Saturday with my boyfriend but I guess I can spend it with my dad instead." He complied.

"Up to you sport. We can go for breakfast. Then go to the museum. But I think we should get me some new clothes first, don't you think? I may need to borrow yours in the meantime." I winked at him. "Go get ready. I need to shower too."

"Ugh, gross. You better not be weird about this Dave. I'm already regretting this." He stated as he walked back towards the bathroom.

"Call me dad! And I won't... I'll be good." I called out after him. "Once I'm done jerking my new daddy dick off in the shower first..."

"Now this is gonna be fun." Evan said to himself as he admired his new form in his phone camera.

"Babe, I really wish you wouldn't morph into any random guys you see. You know I like your real body right?" Miguel said as he tried to focus on driving but couldn't help but watch his boyfriend transform into another guy in his peripheral vision. Evan was still wearing his tank top, gym shorts, and hat that he had on previously, but his body was now different.

"Relax Miguel. Sometimes I just want to have a little fun. This guy looked hot at the stoplight. Don't you think? Plus I'm white now. Let me have a little fun." Evan said in his normal deep voice, now sounding strange coming out of his new lips.

"Damn, alright. But only if you let me fuck you in that body later. And give me some head right now. Careful with that beard though. You know I hate those things." Miguel said as he pulled his shorts down eagerly.

"I knew you wouldn't mind." Evan flirted as he went down on his partner.

"Are you sure about this? I'm not opposed. I'm just making sure this is what you really want." The male escort asks.

"Yeah this is what I want. Now hurry the fuck up. I'm not paying for you to voice your concerns. My understand is that you will do whatever I ask. I didn't ask for your opinion." The wealthy middle-aged man demands as he lays naked in bed with his massive dick on full display.

He had just asked the escort to shapeshift into his overweight bearish co-worker so that he could have his fantasy involving the two of them fucking. He was closeted and had deep, dark fantasies he wanted to bring to life. When he heard about this shapeshifting escort service, he knew he couldn't pass on the opportunity. He had the money to afford it.

"As you wish. I will be right back." The escort got off the bed after just riding his payor's dick. He had to hobble a bit, as he wasn't used to being such a bearish, overweight man. He walked into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.

"I don't need him asking questions. Fuck. It's not like any of this is really happening. It's just for my entertainment." He said to himself.

He heard grunting in the bathroom which made him think the shapeshift was happening. The escort service was very clear that the exact manner in how the shifts happen will never be shown. He could only imagine what was happening in the bathroom and it turned him on. Suddenly, the door opened, and in the walkway, was his stepson wearing the clothes he had worn last week when he dropped him off at college with his wife and they had taken the picture together.

"Hey Dale. I'm home early from college. I missed you so much!" The imposter stepson said as he walked from the bathroom and joined his stepdad in bed.

"Damn, nice work. So, we're doing this all week right? I paid you nicely."

"Sure Dale." The escort says as he begins to massage his client's dick. "Whatever you want. I'm at your command, Daddy."

"Then you better get used to that body. You've grown into such a fine young man."

"Nance! What the fuck? I told you to stop that shit." I glanced over at my girlfriend as she parked the car. She had just shapeshifted into an exact copy of my best friend, Jake. "I wanted to spend the day with you!"

"Oh come on baby. I know you like when I morph into Jake. His body is so... sensitive." She says as she massages her new gut as it strains against the polo shirt. "Besides, I figured we could have a boys' weekend."

I slapped her belly as she playfully yelped out. "Look, yes. I have a crush on Jake. I appreciate that you didn't freak out when I told you I was bi. But I still do love you Nancy. And you don't have to show off your power just to appease me."

"Who says I did this just for you? I like being Jake. And yeah, two guys making out is honestly so much hotter sometimes." She giggles as she examiners her new face in the rearview mirror. "Look, I appreciate everything you do too and I just want to show you how much I love you. I'm thankful you didn't freak out on me when you found out I was a shapeshifter."

"I mean, I caught you transforming into me. I did rightfully freak out. at the time." I joke as I find my own cock chubbing up.

"Yeah, but you didn't leave. And now you have the luxury of dating and hanging out with whoever you want babe. C'mon kiss me." She says as she looks at me lustfully.

I immediately pull Nancy in for an extended make out session in our care. I start reaching down towards her new bulge as she reaches down for mine.

"Fuck, I love you Nancy." I say exasperated between breaths.

"Call me Jake. And I love you too babe. At least in this body, you can't get me pregnant. Although I kind of already feel that way. It's kind of fun having a gut and being a dude."

"Shut up Jake. I want you so bad." I declare as I pull Nancy's shorts down and reveal her new musky, hairy, uncut cock. I lean over and take her whole member in my mouth as she grabs the back of my head and pushes me down.

"Alright Jack, are you sure about this?" I asked nervously.

"Of course Savannah. What kind of best friend would I be if I didn't do this for you?" Jack said with a slightly devious intonation. "I just need a pic of Ian."

"Alright, here - what about this one?" She says, handing Jack her phone with a picture of her husband on it. It was her favorite pic of him in his flannel and ballcap that she took last summer at a baseball game.

"Oh this will do nicely. I hope you don't mind me saying, but I think Ian is really hot." Jack says as he studies her phone.

"Dork." She playfully insulted. "Just... don't make this weird. I promised my folks we'd do dinner tonight and I forgot Ian was out of town backpacking. They paid for us to go to this super fancy place."

"Oh don't worry. I'll bet you won't even be able to tell the difference." Jack reassured her.

Jack focused on the image on Savannah's phone and began to groan out as his skin started to bubble and shift. Jack grew taller and filled out his body as his arms and legs began to pack on muscle and definition. Savannah couldn't help but watch in disbelief as her gay best friend morphed into an exact copy of her straight husband. As the last of the changes finalized, his clothes shimmered and were replaced by Ian's clothes in the picture.

"Hey babe. Like what you see?" Jack said in his new rich manly voice.

Jack flexed his muscles a bit as he looked down at his new body.

"I could get used to this... Your husband is huge!" Jack exclaimed as he inadvertently grabbed his growing bulge.

"Jack! C'mon! I told you not to make this weird. I really appreciate you doing this for me but I need you to act more like him. Ian isn't gay." Savannah scolded as she couldn't help but get a little turned on.

"Right... right. Sorry babe. I'll act more like him. I promise I won't let you down." Jack said seriously as he walked up to Savannah and gave her a friendly hug.

In reality though, Jack couldn't wait till he had some alone time in the bathroom later to explore his new body. He was going to have so much fun later.

The shapeshifter sat in his car and watched as other men and women made their way in and out of the gym. He was currently wearing the form of a busty young woman and he had just finished working out for the morning in her body. He thought it would be fun to wear a different form for the rest of the day.

He watched in anticipation as an attractive bodybuilder type in a skimpy tank top threw his bag over his shoulder and exited the gym towards his car. The shapeshifter smiled at the man as they made brief eye contact. The bodybuilder continued walking towards his own car, quickly turning away from the shapeshifter's gaze.

"Heh, dude must be gay. I wouldn't be shocked with a pair of muscle tits like those. I bet he gets all the attention on the apps." He said to himself before pulling down his sun visor and looking at his reflection. "Maybe I'll get just as much attention.

He drove a little bit aways and parked his car. He pulled off his own sports bra and slid his shorts and underwear down his feminine legs. "Don't wanna rip the clothing... This guy is huge. Hopefully I have some clothes in the backseat that will fit my new massive frame."

With a groan, the shapeshifter began transforming. It started with his torso as his breasts began shrinking but his frame widened. Dark hairs sprouted from his chest as his underarms quickly followed suit. The changes continued down the length of his arms as his toned feminine arms ballooned out with muscle and power that continued to his hands. A few tattoos appeared on his arms as well.

The changes spread down his abs as well, forming rock hard muscles that replaced his slim belly. Hair sprouted down here as well. The ripple continued down his pelvis that caused a massive dick to sprout from his previous vagina. The hair grew over his pubic area as he groaned out in pleasure.

The last of the changes continued down his legs and to his feet causing everything to grow and accommodate his new form. Within a few seconds, his face followed suit as the previous woman he had gotten so used to seeing in the mirror had been replaced by the man he had just seen moments ago. His long blonde hair receded into his scalp as it was replaced by a messy crop of brown hair and a wispy beard formed along his cheeks and jawline.

"That's better." The new man said to himself as he pulled out his phone and took a picture, posing with his arm behind his head, showing off his new pits. "It's gonna be fun wearing you around, stud."

He laughed to himself in amusement before reaching into the back and pulling out some clothes that should fit his frame. They might be a little tight... He threw the sports bra and other women's clothing into the back before changing.

As my wife continued to cook dinner, I thought it would be the perfect chance to practice my new power on her. I muttered the spell under my breath and watched in fascination as her body started to change before my eyes. Her body began to shift and change and she seemed none the wiser.

Her ass ballooned out and formed two massive globes clothed in tight spandex. She shot up in height as her body began to grow outward with mass and muscle. Her torso exploded with size as her shoulders broadened and her arms and legs stretched and expanded. She continued to cook as if nothing was happening.

Her face transformed into the familiar sight of one of the gym trainers that I secretly had a crush on. A striking beard spread out across her new masculine jawline and her hair changed before a baseball cap appeared on top of her new head.

"Hey babe. How's breakfast coming along?" I asked as the man before me continued cooking.

"Is my big strong man hungry after the gym?" He said as he turned around with the pan, pouring some of the food onto my plate.

"Uh, yeah. Thanks babe. I love when you cook me breakfast."

"Well I like spoiling my guy after a long week at work. Seriously, you're incredible Steve." He said earnestly, setting the pan on the stove and sauntering up to me. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips. I could smell his masculine breath on my mouth as our lips parted.

"Are you, uh, feeling okay babe?" I asked, testing the limits of my spell.

"Never better. I'm gonna go shower though. You're welcome to join me if you want Steve." He said seductively. "You can suck on these tits later if you want."

The man suddenly grabbed his massive chest and squeezed his nipples.

"Oh yeah? Sounds good to me babe. I'll join you right now. Breakfast can wait."

The two suddenly grabbed each other and started going at it right there. It seemed the reality-changing spell was a complete success. She'll have no idea she has the body of a sexy beast of a man and Steve can change her into whoever he wants.

"Dad?! What the fuck are you doing here?!" Elijah screamed as he stumbled backwards onto the boat. "How did you-?!"

"Sorry to startle you babe. It's me, Julian. I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself. I was thinking about how hot your dad was... and..." Julian trailed on as he pulled his new sexy silver fox body up the ladder from the water.

"AND WHAT?! Julian! How did you even do this? Why do you look like my dad! And worse, my dad in your speedo!" Elijah yelled as he motioned to his own father's bulge, now comfortably fitting Julian's blue speedo.

"Maybe now's a bad time to tell you I'm a shapeshifter. I guess you were going to find out eventually. I was hoping I could tell you once you got to know me a little better first. I didn't mean to become your dad... It just kinda... happened." He trailed on.

Elijah stood in silence for a few moments before turning back around and looking at his boyfriend, now donning the appearance of his father. "How are you a shapeshifter? Like, you can just become anyone you want?"

"More or less. I try not to use my power often. I won't lie, when you were showing me family pics of you and your folks earlier, I just couldn't stop thinking about how hot your dad is." Julian said ashamedly.

"I mean... where do you think I get my good looks from?" Elijah said, half-joking.

"I'm really sorry. I know this is weird. I think I can concentrate and change again. Give me a second."

"What? No, I mean. You don't have to. It must be hard for you to change." Elijah quickly rebutted, realizing he was now slightly turned on.

"Oh? You wanna spend the weekend with your old pop, huh son?" Julian questioned, now leaning into his character. "There's nothing wrong with this. I'm not really your dad."

"Yeah?" Elijah said, now sauntering up to his dad and tracing the hairs on his chest down towards his bulge. "You do wear him well. I never would have thought my dad would look good in a speedo."

"Just you wait son. You're gonna learn a whole lot about the new me this weekend." Julian said, taking his boyfriend's hand and guiding him towards the cabin. "This is just the start of our fun together."

Maurice took out his phone and snapped a selfie in the locker room, making sure to capture the perfectness of his body in the shot. He wanted everyone to see his brand new toned muscles, sculpted abs, perky ass, and his favorite part - his brand new hung cock. What Maurice didn't want people to know by this shot was that he was actually a 73-year old weathered man with a large belly and body that no one wanted.

Now that he was able to use the shapeshifting potion he had bought from an oddities store, he couldn't wait to try on any form he wanted. Today, he decided to morph into a cute twunk at the gym that he saw heading into the showers. He conveniently left his underwear on the bench. Well, looks like he won't be needing those anymore.

"I'm gonna enjoy being you son." He bellowed in a deep voice that did not match his look. "Looks like I'm gonna be real busy for the next 24 hours..."

As my dad drove us out to our Sunday afternoon hike, I could feel the tension in the air. My dad wanted to meet my boyfriend who lived in the next city and I was a little nervous to see how it would go. All three of us were pretty outdoorsy, so I knew we would have that in common, but I was still pretty nervous.

As my dad parked the car, he turned the engine off and looked over at me. "Son, I really do have a confession to make to you." He said seriously, putting his hand on his forehead. "I've been lying to you."

"What do you mean Dad?" I asked, not expecting those words from his mouth. "Is this about Evan?"

"Yeah it is. I haven't been entirely truthful to you." He swallowed hard before looking at me in the eyes. "I am Evan. Every weekend for the last two months... It's all been me."

Stunned and at a loss for words, I could only end up chuckling. "Dad, you're not funny. What does that even mean? I've been with Evan so much the last few months. You've never even met him."

"Son, I'm going to show you something but I don't want to freak you out." He said solemnly.

"Alright... but Dad if this is some kind of joke..."

All of a sudden, my dad scrunched his face and his forehead as he began grunting. I watched in equal parts horror and fascination as my Dad's beefy, masculine older body began to transform and take on a new build. His broad shoulders and pecs slimmed down along with his small beer belly dissipating. His lower half doing the same, shifting and contorting into the form of a young man. Lastly, the changes washed over his face as his gruff, stern expression was replaced by the youthful, carefree face of my boyfriend that I had been seeing the last few months.

I sat in silence as I watched the final changes gloss over my father as his clothes were replaced with my boyfriend's. He looked incredibly attractive in that sun shirt and cap that I loved seeing him in so often.

"I'm sorry son." My father said with his new voice. "I feel like I need to be honest with you. Evan doesn't exist. At least he doesn't in the capacity that you think."

"But-but I met him on Gr-"

"Grindr." My dad interrupted. "Yeah I did too. You deserve to know that I'm gay son. And I have the power to shapeshift."

"Dad! What the fuck! So I've been talking and dating YOU this whole time?!" I exclaimed, not believing what was happening.

"Well technically, I have all his memories. And his mannerisms. I'm not really your Dad when I'm him." Suddenly he closed his eyes and rolled his shoulders back before opening them again. "I can still be your perfect boyfriend, babe."

"Dad! I can't do this with you! Get out of him, please!"

My dad looked at his reflection in the rearview mirror and smiled, giving me a cute look as he placed his hand on his bearded chin.

"I can shapeshift you too if you want. Here, I'll transform you into my bro!" My dad reached over and touched my face as I felt a burning sensation spread across my body down to my toes. I felt my body going through similar changes as my dad, only in reverse. Instead of shrinking down, I was growing in size, muscle, and age.

"What the fuck Dad?! I'm Evan's brother?!" I yelped out feeling my bearded face and looking in horror at my phone.

"My sexy brother." My dad cooed. "It'll be fun, son. Let's go on our hike and have a little bro on bro bonding time, what do you say?"

My dad hopped out of the car with newfound energy and pep while I contemplated just how I was going to get out of this...

"Uncle Tommy, I want to be just like you when I grow up." My niece innocently said to me as I turned on the TV for her. Tabitha was nine but she always seemed a bit younger than her age. When she said stuff like this, I could only help but chuckle and roll my eyes.

"Well, I appreciate the compliment Tabby, but that might be a little hard considering you are a girl." I joked as I ruffled her blonde hair. "You mean like have my job as a construction worker? I promise it's not glorious! I thought you wanted to be a doctor."

"Well, maybe I changed my mind. Being a construction worker sounds cool." She said very matter-of-factly.

"Well you better not repeat that around your Dad or he'll think I'm a bad influence on you!" I joked, walking into the kitchen.

"I wouldn't mind being a man, too." She said as she stared at me from the living room, this time I could sense more intention behind her words.

I watched her for a moment before she suddenly broke and started giggling. "Just kidding! I like being a girl. Boys are gross."

"Alright, I'm going to go shower. Watch some TV and try to relax. I think we've both had long weeks. Your dad will be by later tonight. I'm going out with my husband tonight and I need to freshen up. You know, being a construction worker is stinky business."

I left the kitchen feeling slightly weirded out by the interaction. As I took off my clothes and threw them in my hamper, my mind started to settle on other things and I was looking forward to my date tonight.

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As I toweled off from the shower, I searched for my clothes that I left out on the bed but they seemed to be missing. I knew I set them down right there! I threw a towel around my waist and peeked out into the living room.

"Hey, uh. Tabby. Did you move my clothes?" I called out.

"Oh perfect. God you take long showers for a dude." She insulted as she sat on the sofa and held my clothes.

"What are you doing with those?" I asked, feeling now very threatened by my own niece.

"You are one sexy man Tommy. God, your chest hair. That beard. Your husband is one lucky man." She said, getting up and walking over to me. "You know I wasn't kidding earlier when I said I wanted to be just like you when I grew up. Well, I want to grow up now."

Suddenly, Tabitha started to shoot up in height as her body began to age and change shape before my eyes. Her once petite childish features were quickly changing and morphing into the form of a man. I was stunned and too shocked to move as I watched the form of my sweet niece become me! She replicated my features and looks perfectly and it was frightening to see.

"That's better. Construction worker you say? I can work with that." My clone said as he flexed his muscles and putt on a baseball cap I had lying on the floor. "You know what this means right?"

I gulped, too scared to even say anything.

"I'm the new Tommy Knight. Your life is now mine. Hence, why I stole your clothes. They'll fit my body perfectly. Your husband's hole will also fit my dick perfectly too I bet." He chuckled as he circled me, taunting me.

"I'm sure you know by now that I'm not your niece. I just had to steal her form while I ran from the cops. She's probably locked up somewhere in jail. Poor girl. Good news for you though. You can take her place easily and live out a safe and comfortable life with your brother as your father. Meanwhile, I'm going to impersonate you and replace you in your own life. Your husband won't know the difference. Your brother won't know the difference. If you try and say something, no one is going to believe you. And if they do, nothing will stop me from killing you, your brother, and your husband and taking over the life of someone new. Got it? I seriously don't want any trouble. I've been looking to settle down for awhile and yours is the perfect body to do that in."

My imposter stopped circling me and rubbed his bearded chin as he looked me in the eyes. Beads of sweat rolled down my forehead as I realized the fate that was in store for me.

"Now, let's get you all ready for your dad to pick you up, eh Tabby?"

“Ck…..so stupid,” I checked the dude beside me. Still deep in his sleep, I see this as a chance for me to escape. I open his drawer and take some underwear randomly as I pick the black Calvin and use it on my own. Then, I put out the device to clone his phone on mine while I pick some clothes from the closet. I stuff it all to my backpack as I dispose my clothes from last night, damn my panties soaked because the dude spill his load on it, and it’s a fuckin’ Victoria Secret grrr, so I open his wallet and then decided to take the wallet instead “To pay for my panties you fucker,” I pick a pair of sneaker and then as I tied it up, I remember that this dude has a goddamn Porsche so I grab the key then I left him in his slumber and ready to fuck his life to avenge my friends who he betrayed. First, gonna make the Porsche hit a goddamn lamppost and left it nonchalantly with his driver license in it in the middle of New York, gotta be a good start for his downfall.

Too Late

As the desk phone started ringing, Alexandre woke up with a jolt.

He had apparently fallen asleep on the sofa, and was now trying to understand where he was, who he was, what time it was. He didn't care. He closed his eyes and collapsed on his belly once again.

Some seconds passed, but the ringing wouldn't hint at stopping.

Alexandre finally groaned and stretched towards the coffee table right next to the sofa. His eyes still closed, he fumbled for the retro landline and brought it closer.

Finally, with a deep sigh, he picked up the phone.

"Hello?" His voice was deep and distorted from sleeping.

"Uh, hello? Who's there?" His mother's voice replied.

Alexandre sighed. "Mum, it's me"

There was silence for a couple seconds. "Are you a friend of Alexandre? Is this some kind of prank?"

"Mum, please, what-"

Before he could end the sentence, Alexandre was struck by a sudden realization. He opened his eyes and looked back.

He was lying supine on the sofa.

And he was naked.

And, most importantly, he wasn't in his body.

Instead of his own teenager frame, his PE teacher's fully-developed physique was lying in front of his eyes.

A strong, powerful arm, covered by a thin layer of light brown hair, was holding up the phone. It wasn't too ripped, but it was muscular enough to see the bulky, solid tricep twitching every now and then beyond Alexandre's will, and a bulging bicep bloated in a hard contraction.

Attached to the arm, a muscular back, which Alexandre couldn't fully see, but he knew very well. He had seen it multiple times, and knew by heart the sexy ouroboros tattooed between his shoulder blades.

The back muscles formed some smooth bumps now and then, leading from Alexandre's nape to his bottom.

Right there, the teacher's legendary ass was raising in its full glory. A couple of squishy, yet impressively solid bubble cheeks was bulging out, staring right back at Alexandre and preventing him from clearly seeing his legs.

He was quite ashamed to admit that professor Bernardi's ass was what had drawn his attention first and made him eager to try his teacher's body. Honestly, nobody in the whole school couldn't help but notice it, also because Mr. Bernardi usually wrapped it up, together with his legs, in tight jeans that didn't let it go unnoticed. To be fair, however, by taking his teacher's appearance, Alexandre had discovered that every pair of trousers was definitely too small for that ass, unless he wanted to wear trousers double his size. Since then, he couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Mr. Bernardi, as he had no choice but show his beefy ass around like that - which, actually, resulted not only in appreciation, but often in a mock too.

Alexandre instinctively brought a hand to his ass cheeks, caressed the slightly haired skin and clenched his glutes. The soft bubbles instantly turned into solid rock. He could feel that his teacher's meaty dick, buried between his massive abdomen and the sofa, turned into solid rock as well.

Alexandre then proceeded to raise his legs a little bit, just to fully check the body he was in.

Perfect legs for a perfect ass, one would say. From behind his ass cheeks, Alexandre saw two bulky, thick thighs emerging. All their muscles were bulging and twitching in a hard attempt to sustain the whole, heavy legs in the air, and extended all the way down towards a couple of perfectly sculpted calves, partially covered by a pair of black socks that wrapped up the teacher's large feet.

Before Alexandre fell asleep, he was trying on the sexiest outfits he could think of, and this was one - all naked, except for his father's borrowed socks - was one of them.

"Who are you?", Alexandre's mother brought him back to reality. The young man was caught by a sudden anxiety, and, without saying anything, he immediately hung up.

His beefy, large body quickly got up and soon landed his big feet in the floor with a low tud.

Normally, Alexandre would squeeze his teacher's brawny pecs, or play with his strangely hypersensitive nipples, but now he was too worried to even care abut them, or about the massive erection between his legs.

He rushed to his room, carefully balancing his body every step he took. His ass buns twitched and jiggled, but he didn't have time to notice it.

Once in his room, Alexandre took his phone. He had left it on the bed before starting the dress-up session.

He looked at the display.

He felt his heart sink.

"No. No." Was everything he could say.

He threw the phone back on his bed and covered his face with his large hands. He could feel his teacher's thin beard gently scratching his skin.

"What am I gonna do now?"

The instructions of the potion were clear. No more than two hours in a different body, or the shapeshift will be irreversible.

Alexandre loved that body, of course. But one thing was playing with it in his spare time, another thing was being trapped inside of it for the rest of his life. Not to mention the fact that the true Mr. Bernardi was still there, and Alexandre couldn't live his life even if he wanted to.

The young man - not so young anymore - headed to the bathroom, where he had left his shape-shifting kit.

"Maybe... I can still try."

He fumbled for the antidote inside the kit pack. As he found the little vial, he uncorked it and guzzle all the liquid.

Alexandre waited for some seconds, standing in front of the mirror. His teacher's face was staring back at him with an unnatural intimidated expression and wet eyes.

Time passed, and his short, light brown hair and beard were still there.

His juicy pecs, moving up and down according to Alexandre's breath, didn't change in the slightest.

His abs, covered by a thin pad of fat, contracted in fear.

Nothing was changing.

Alexandre threw the antidote vial to the ground.

"Putain!", he roared, and immediately ran to his parents' room.

He couldn't stay at home for sure, as his mother would probably come in less than thirty minutes. The only thing he could do was to search for the guy that had sold him the kit and find a remedy, hoping not to meet the real Mr. Bernardi in the meantime.

But first, Alexandre had to find some clothes that could fit his giant ass...

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A ti te gustan los deportes?

El es Noah, el siempre a sido de las buenas calificaciones y eso, pero no es un fan del deporte como puedes ver en la foto es muy alto y delgado, siempre a sido así, el estudia en el ultimo año de preparatoria.

En este año, la escuela integraron a las clases algo llamada "Club", estos clubs son para cada año, hay muchos tipos, en eso se suponía que cada alumno eligiera el que le agrade, Noah el que se hizo más conveniente fue el informática (computación), el ya tenía elegido el suyo, solo faltaba anotarse en la lista del tal club y listo, no salió como esperaba, el día de las listas nos dijeron que saliéramos, yo en ese momento estaba en mi salón hablando con mis amigos pues teníamos hora libre y podíamos estar hablando, nos dijo que podíamos salir a inscribirnos por lista, hicieron lo que les dio la gana, salieron corriendo como animales y se escribieron y ya no hubo cupo para inscribirse a informática y por no haber en ninguno otro más aparte de básquetbol termino en el de lectura, sabiendo el club que elegio supo lo que me esperaba leer en voz alta decir mi opinión escribir paráfrasis etc etc, esa área a él no le gustaba pues el era muy tímido y noble gustaba leer en voz alta.

Ya empezando la primera clase de Lectura el maestro solo dio información de lo sé qué haría en su clase y si era lo que pensaba, me puse muy nervioso pero no tuve opción pues el club valía como clase y si no lo aprobabas tu calificación bajaría consideradamente.

Las siguientes clases de club para mí fueron una pesadilla tenía que leer en voz alta en frente de compañeros y niños que nunca había visto o hablado con ellos en la escuela, desafortunadamente para mí me equivocaba demasiadas veces lo que hacía que el maestro se molestaba a tal punto de tener que llamar a mis padres... Estaba muy nervioso, nunca me había pasado tal cosa, no sabía que hacer, la única salida para mí en ese momento era pedir un cambio de club, al pensar eso me dirige a la oficina del director para hablar de un cambio de club.

-"Maestro, puedo pasar?"- dije nervioso

+"Adelante hijo, pasa, que se ofrece?"+

-"Bueno maestro, con esto de los nuevos clubs eh tenido problemas pues no me e gusta en el que estoy y se supone que te debe que agradar en el que estás"-

+"Y porque en un principio elegiste ese club si no querías estar ahí?"+

-"Ya no había campo en otros club"-

Mmm, ya veo"+

-".."-

+"Te gustan los deportes?"+

-"Disculpe que?"-

+"Si, que si te gustan los deportes?"+

-"En realidad no..."-

+"Como es eso posible, a todos los hombres les gusta el deporte, como conseguirás novia o... Noviio con ese cuerpo delgado??"+

-"Pues aparte de que no estoy interesado de tener pareja en estos momentos, quiero aprender algo en vez de estar sudando y oliendo mal"-

+" Ya veo... Si quieres un cambio de club ven a mi oficina cuando todos se vallan incluyendo maestro y personal de la escuela"+

-"Puedo pregunta porque está el final de clases cuando la escuela este completamente sola?"+

+"Pues no se puede cambiar de club por el momento pero me caíste muy bien, tienes una actitud fuerte cuando quieres conseguir algo, así que haré algo que nadie debe de saber"+

-"Muchas gracias maestro, no sé cómo agradecerle"-.

Pasaron las horas de clase, Noah en ese momento estaba muy feliz por qué el director podía ayudarle y porque Cayó según el bastante bien. Pasaron las horas, pero como se tenía que esperar a que todos se fueran tenía que esperan para eso... Se hizo la hora, el conserje y la prefecta se habían salido de la escuela, en ese momento Noah va y abre la puerta y se dirije a la dirección.

-"Hola maestro!, Estoy aquí a tiempo como me lo pidió"-

+"A, si, hola, entonces estás listo?+"

-"Listo para que?-"

+"Para esto!!"+

En ese momento el director agarra una jeringa que contenía sedante y se lo encaja justo en el cuello, Noah no podía reaccionar solo se podía ver en su cara confusión, miedo, desesperación, estaba solo sin saber qué pasaría después de que el sedante hiciera efecto...

Cuando Noah se despertó, para ese momento ya estaba amarrado en una silla sin ropa y con cables en todo su cuerpo, estaba teniendo demasiado mirando en ese momento pues pensaba que harían algo que él no quería.

+"Valla, Valla, mira quién se ha despertado, cómo estás bella durmiente?+"

-"Que piensas que haces!!?, Que me harás?!"-

+"Dado a tu bonita confesión de que no te gustan los deportes me disgusto mucho la idea de alguien con ese carácter no le gustarán los deportes"+

Y???!!, Esa es mi idea!, Por el momento no quiero hacer eso quiero aprender a hacer más cosas, no a andar sudado todo el día!"-

+"*Suspira* Mi niño, parece que no vas a cambiar de opinión, no me dejas otra opción más que hacer esto"+

-"Qu..que, que está pensando hacer"-

En ese momento el director empieza a decir una serie de palabras, que Noah nunca había escuchado en sus 15 años, en ese momento la luz de la oficina se vuelve loca, en un momento vuelve y se va y así consecutivamente, cuando termina de decir esas palabras lo primero que haces es tomar los brazos delgados y escuálidos de Noah, Noah no sabía que iba a pasar no podía ver nada por la luz, en ese momento A Noah le da el dolor más fuerte en su vida, su brazo empieza a tronar, sus huesos se empiezan a estirar y en eso se empiezan a inflar, no con aire ni con grasa, si no que con solo músculo, -"AAAHHAHAH, Que me estás haciendo?!?!-" Noah en ese momento no paraba de gritar eso le excitaba cada vez más al director, cuando sus brazos se terminar de inflar y de alargar le toma el abdomen el cual era completamente delgado, en ese momento Su piel empieza a tomar un pequeño tono bronceado Noah no sabía que estaba pasando, con la luz que estaba fallando que iba y venía solo ponía ver cómo poco a poco si cuerpo cambiaba, el no podía moverse de la silla el literalmente estaba pegado, cuando su cuerpo completamente se vuelve con un tono bronceado su estómago se empiezan a moldear y a mover de distintas maneras, Ian sin poder soportar el dolor empieza a gemir más y más fuerte cuando de repente sus pectorales se empiezan a hacer más grandes y más musculoso y de su abdomen se puede ver cómo filas de 2 en dos se empiezan a formar y de resultado sale un abdomen perfecto para cualquier deportista, al terminar de formarse el director se detiene a ver a Noah para saber si va en buen camino y al parecer no lo hace, después de disfrutar lo que está creando prosigue con las piernas, el director baja los pantalones de Noah y le toca las piernas, en el momento en que lo hace de ellas empieza a brotar vello corporal a montones, lo único que siente Noah es como si miles de agujas empezarán a pinchar, después de ello sus pies empieza a crecer a un tamaño anormal, sus dedos se hacen delgados y largo, ambas piernas se empiezan a llenar de músculos como los de un jugador de fútbol, para terminar su pene se empieza hacer más largo y se le empieza a notar por sus boxers pues con cada crecimiento que incrementaba ellos se iban haciendo más débiles, al terminar de crear una anaconda en la entrepierna, se va directo a su cabeza, Noah tenía miedo de lo que podría pasar a su cabello pero lo que él no sabía es que su objetivo después de su cabello era su cerebro, cuando el cabello de Noah creció y tomo otra forma y tomo, él no sabía que pasaría después pues cuando terminó el maestro todavía no quitaba las manos de hay mismo, cuando de la nada, siente un dolor intenso, lo único que Noah podía hacer era gemir involuntariamente, cuando un silencio de la nada aparece, Noah se había quedado tranquilo, dormido, el maestro se quedó mirando lo que había creado, más que un nuevo alumno que hará que la escuela se vea menos fea, ahora también se creó el hijo que nunca tuvo, en su cara solo se podía ver felicidad.

Cuando Noah despertó, el y el director hablaron.

"+ Hijo?, Estás bien?+"

"- Q-que me pasó?-"

"+Te quedaste dormido, te dije que no te levantarás templado a entrenar+"

"-Eeehh, este, si, si, tenías razón, papá..."-

"+Ya levantate, ya nos vamos+"

"- Si está bien-"

Después de eso Noah al parecer no recuerda nada de lo que pasó antes de eso, tiene nuevos recuerdos, lo único importante que el recuerda es que su nombre es Luka y que es el un excelente estudiante y un muy buen deportista gay que vive con su papá que es el director de una escuela, tal vez no le fue tan mal, fue a buscar un cambio de club y en vez de eso tuvo un cambio pero de vida.

Holi, gracias por leer mi nueva historia de la semana xd, digo del mes, lamento no subir nada por tanto tiempo tuve problemas personales y pues no podía subir nada pero ya, volví, volví al 100 con muchas ganas de hacer más historias para ustedes.

Yo soy Liam, la mayoría del tiempo me encuentro jugando videojuegos en consola o en mi celular, es algo que ya es parte de mi, pero a mi papá no le gusta eso, piensa que estoy perdiendo el tiempo y descuidando mis deberes, ese viejo no entiende que es diversión, desde que mi madre y el se separaron, para el todo le parece malo, así que yo esté en ordenador o en el teléfono, No es lo único que le molesta.

El día de entrega de calificaciones, mi papá cómo siempre asistía para saber de mí conducta y de mis calificaciones, pero para el nada es suficiente, en el momento en el que mi padre se paró a hablar con la maestra, no me preocupaba tanto, pues mi comportamiento eran normales y mis calificaciones era buenas, en algun punto de la conversación mi papá me llamo, pensé que me iba a felicitar o algo, fui un estúpido. Cuando empezaron hablar frente a mi, la maestra no decía nada malo de mi, ni de comportamiento ni de mis calificaciones, nos despedimos de la maestra, y nos fuimos.

En todo el camino devuelta a casa, no hablamos, pero al llegar a casa, mi papá me empezó a golpear y a gritar como si hubiera matado a alguien pero yo ya me estaba acostumbrado a esos golpes, cuando terminó de darme "sus lecciones" se fue a su habitación con una caja llena de licores, decidí hacer lo mismo eh irme a mi cuarto a seguir jugando videojuegos. Ya estaba muy enfadado del comportamiento de mi padre, se me hacía injusto que tenga que reprimir toda su depresión en mí, tenía tanto coraje, agarre mi celular y busque algo para que pagara todo lo que ha hecho en estos 2 años, no estaba buscando algo en específico, solo quería que pagara cada cosa que me hizo, encontré un sitio en lo más profundo llamado "Reason for revenge" entre, no sabía qué hacer ni nada, en la página solo había cosas en otro idioma, esa página daba miédo, pero quería que mi padre pagará, así que tome un producto al azar y lo compré, no sabía que iba a pasar, no sabía si la página era auténtica, decidí irme a dormir con la intención de encontrar como escapar del sufrimiento de mi padre, me di cuenta que no le debía de poner tanta importancia a el, mejor me concentre en encontrar una manera de irme de casa...

Por las 4 de la mañana, empezó a volverse caliente mi cuarto, lo cual era raro, pues acabábamos de entrar a invierno, no le di tanta importancia, fueron pasando los minutos y todo se empezó a tornar raro, todo mi cuerpo me empezó a dar comezón y a dar dolores muy grandes, todo mi cuerpo palpitaba como si se estuviera inflándose poco a poco, decidí pararme pero no podía hacer nada solo pude abrir los ojos y ver la cantidad de vello corporal que empezo a brotar de mi, estaba asustado, pensé que tal vez era un sueño pero con tal dolor no lo creía, en algún punto vi como mi ropa empezaba a romperse, me estaba haciendo cada vez más grande, ya no aguantaba tal dolor, cada vez se hacía más y más grande, hasta que me quedé dormido.

A la mañana siguiente, me desperte, con un dolor de cabeza, no sabía que había pasado en la noche, me fui a la cocina a hacer el desayuno, al momento de querer pararme me doy cuenta de que no estaba en mi habitación, si que estaba... En el de mi padre!, No sabía que hacía hay o como había llegado, tenía miedo de que él me encontrara en su habitación y me golpeé así que lo primero que hice fue salir de hay, pero al intentar pararme me caí al suelo, no podía con mi pesó, poco a poco me levanté, cuando de repente, veo mi mano la cual era enorme, tenía miedo de que lo que pasó en la noche sea verdad, me pare de piso como pude, y busque un espejo, lo primero que encontré fue pedazos de ropa rota en la habitación, la cual recuerdo que la tenía puesta!, Fui al baño de la habitación y lo que vi me dejó muy impactado, era mi papá!!, Pero con mi ropa hecha pedazos, asustado por lo que estaba pasando decido ir a buscar mi cuerpo para saber cómo está, cuando entro a mi habitación estoy yo tirando en el suelo con ropa enorme, no sabía si despertarlo o que hacer, así que mejor me devolví al cuarto de mi padre, cuando entré, mi cama estaba toda húmeda, supongo que por ese calor que pasó en la noche, no quería ver en cuerpo de mi padre, si ya lo odiaba, ahora ser el, me di cuenta de que mi ropa estaba rota, estaba una parte sin pedazos y otra rasgadas, y aparte estaba toda sudada, me a poner otra ropa para estar mejor, nunca había visto a mi padre sin camiseta ni con los brazos descubiertos, es algo raro de el, así que será la primera vez que lo vería así, al quedarme la camisa, me doy cuenta de la bestia que estaba escondida debajo de toda la ropa, era un hombre definido, muy músculoso y varonil, algo de mi creció, no sabía porque, si no era gay, creo. Escuché un grito que venia de la otra habitación, al escuchar el grito llego corriendo, al abrir la puerta me veo a mi mismo viéndose en el espejo, espantado, me volvió a ver y su reacción fue de enojó, entonces entendí todo y sabía que tenía que hacer.

-"Tú!, estúpido niño, pero que hiciste esta vez?!"-

+"Porque me estás hablando así?, Quién te crees que eres!?, El adulto aquí soy yo idiota+"

-"De qué hablas, soy tu padre y puedo hablarte como quiera!, Y aquí el adulto soy yo!+"

-"Ya estoy arto de tu comportamiento infantil niño, es Hora de que te de una lección para que me respetes de una vez por todas, ya me tienes cansado de tus payasadas y de tus juegos estúpidos, tienes que pagar de una vez para entender quien manda aquí!!+"

Cuando termine de hablar lo tome del pelo y en vez de golpearlo lo hice mi sirviente, ya estaba cansado de me hiciera sufrir, no quería ser la mierda de padre que él era, así que solo en algunos puntos dejaba que tocará su cuerpo si yo tocaba el suyo, aparte extrañaba un poco mi cuerpo que estaba en muy buen estado...

Gracias a @bodyswappingandshit por la idea

Sus estúpidas adicciones

Hace más de 3 meses, regreso caminando solo a mi casa, ya que el colegio a donde me transfirieron, me queda cerca de mi casa, todos los días es la misma rutina de ir caminando y regresar, no me quejo, me han tocado ver a muchos hombres en las cachas sin camisas, malamente no soy chico de mucho ejercicio, soy muy delgado y muy alto, no creo que nadie quería un pesado de cuerpo así.

Una noche muy oscura decidí irme con un estacionamiento de la cancha de fútbol, esa zona suele ser demasiado demasiado oscura, te metes ahí y puedes hacer lo que sea y nadie te ve, ese mismo día venía un grupo de 3 chicos al lado mío, no éramos nada, ni siquiera nos conocíamos, recuerdo verlos practicando en las canchas

No les preste atención, hasta que uno de ellos saco una bolsa, todos ellos metieron su mano sacando un tipo de cigarro, no podía ver casi nada, solo sabía que no era un cigarro normal, su olor el humo que sacaba, no eran normal, pasaron los minutos, ellos seguían fumando y hablando de sus cosas, no me importaba mucho que fumarán para mí es normal olerlo casi a diario, pero, empezó a ponerse raro, cada uno de ellos empezo a decir palabra extrañas, anormales, le intenté no poner mucha atención, parecían ser de los chicos que solo hacer ejercicio pero son cabezas huecas, el aroma me empezó a marear, no podía salir de ese estacionamiento ya que una calle abajo estaban dando un desfile, así que continúe intentando no ponerles atención.

Se empezaron a acercar poco a poco, u con eso yo me iba alejando, hasta que uno de ellos me habló.

-"Hey!, Que haces haya tan alejado?, ven a charlar

Con miedo me acerque a ellos ya que tenía más miedo a que me molestaran o algo por no hacerles caso, así que obedecí.

Ellos seguían en sus cosas de deportistas, siguen fumando y yo solo estoy a un lado.

-"Quieres uno?

Uno de ellos me ofreció un cigarro, yo lo rechacé y cada cierto tiempo me preguntaba lo mismo m, el se empezaba a molestar con cada vez que decía no, y se empezó a hacer cada vez más irritante.

-"Vamos!, Solo toma uno, no va a pasar nada

Seguía repitiendo lo mismo, hasta que se cansó.

-"Dije que tomes uno!!

Todos los deportistas se lanzaron sobre mí, no podía hacer nada, no podía gritar ni ver nada.

+"Que hacen?!?

Pregunté ingenuamente, tenía miedo cuando ellos empezaron a decir cosas raras y uno de ellos dijo, -"Creo que ya es momento de uno nuevo, creo que nuestro lucifer está muy solo"-. Todos ellos me agarraron de una extremidad, era demasiado débil que no podía hacer nada, simplemente vi que uno de ellos me tomo de los pies, otro de las manos y otro de la cabeza.

-"Serás unos de nosotros, hombrecito

Colocaron un cigarro en mi boca, al ver que no lo usaba, taparon mi nariz para que no tuviera más opción que tomar aire por mi boca, y así fue.

Al hacerlo me empecé a sentir con ansiedad pero raramente cansado, estaba tan confundido, no sabía que hacer.

Me empecé a sentir caliente, empecé a sudar como loco y no podía hacer nada, después de eso mi cuerpo empezó a cambiar, mi torso se empezó a inflar, no con aire ni el humo, si no músculos, a uno de los deportistas se les ocurrió levantarme la camisa para ver cómo iba el proceso y todos ellos podían ver cómo todo mi torso cambiaba, mis pectorales le hicieron sólidos y grandes y lo que era un abdomen plano se estaba convirtiendo en un abdomen grande conformado con 6 abdominales, eso enserio dolía, simplemente empecé a gritar pero nadie me escuchaba, los gritos se volvieron gemidos cuando mis brazos crecieron en músculo sólido y crecían más y más, no podía hacer nada, estaba tan tenso que estaba flexionado, el dolor luego se recorrió a mis piernas cuando empezaron a crecer en músculo grande, mis pies crecieron tanto, no podía dejar de gemir, podía ver cómo todo mis huesos se estaban reacomodando uno por uno por qué el mi cuerpo pudiera seguir creciendo y cuando mis pies terminaron de crecer el dolor continuo subiendo hasta mis piernas, ellas explotaron en crecimiento, sentía como se extendían y crecían a una gran velocidad y podía sentir como miles de agujas me pinchaba ambas piernas cuando terminaron, todos los deportistas se empezaron a reír de la erección que estaba teniendo, lo que no sabían es que no era erección, era mi polla creciendo, al terminar grite como loco a sentir como se acomoda mi cuerpo y mis huesos, hasta que por fin salió el humo que había tragado, pregunte que si ya habían acabado con su estúpido juego, todos ellos me miraron, pusieron sus manos en mi cabeza, tenía miedo, todos ellos empezaron a decir las palabras que dijeron al iniciar esto.

-"Bienvenido...

Dijeron todos ellos, y en ese momento no sentía nada, segundos después me sentía en el pleno infierno, sentía mi cuerpo en llamas, no podía gritar mi voz literalmente estaba apagada, mi cuerpo estaba cambiando de nuevo, ni cuerpo estaba bronceado, mi cara estaba siendo limada y mis nuevos musculoso se estaban haciendo más grandes a mi nuevo cuerpo, de la nada pide gritar pero fue lo último que pude gritar.

+"Que está pasando?, Quien soy?, Ayuda, no que que está pasando, no olvides, por favor, no olvides...

Al abrir los ojos, estaba completamente en boxers, no recordaba nada, me levanté del piso los aquellos deportistas me vieron, y los saludes, ellos me dijeron que eran mis hermanos, me entregaron unos pantalones y una mochila y nos fuimos.

Holi, perdón por no subir historia por tanto tiempo y perdón si la historia es mala o algo, ya que la hice en una hora, gracias por tanto apoyó, ya son 100 seguidores, muchas gracias de todo corazón enserio, los amo son lo mejor :D!

Soy Evan, desde que tengo memoria me han fascinado los comics y los superhéroes, mis padres siempre me regalaban cualquier figura o cualquier cómic de superhéroes, recuerdo que me ponía a pensar en que me iba a convertir en uno de ellos cuando creciera y que les iba ayudar a combatir el mal.

Ahora tengo 23 años, soy una persona alta y delgada que maneja una aburrida tienda de zapatos, lo peor de eso es que al frente está una gran tienda de cómics encargada por un niño de 17 años arrogante y estúpido, mis sueños y esperanzas se fueron muy lejos cuando fui creciendo, mis calificaciones eran malas, era un nerd que lo molestaban, nunca fui algo especial, cuando mis papás fallecieron solo me quedó mantenerme por mi mismo, llevo más de 5 años trabajando aquí, no eh logrado nada más en mi vida, mi sueño de ser un héroe de niño, era solo eso, un sueño.

Un día de la nada me empezaron a llover mensajes tipo motivación diciendo "tu puedes"" házlo" puede ser tuyo""puedes tenerlo" no hice caso a ninguno de esos mensajes, pensé que era publicidad engañosa o algo así, cuando realmente me empecé a asustar fue cuando iba por la calle y me encontraba con anuncios con esas mismas frases, intentaba evitarlas lo más que pude, hasta que un día queriendo eliminar ese mensaje, le di click al contactar, en el segundo exacto en el que paso eso me llevo un mensaje diciendo "gracias por confiar en nuestro servicio, le garantizaremos que todo va ser cuidadosamente hecho, sin nada más que decir, disfrutar el servicio :)"

De repente todo se puso oscuro, intenté asomarme por la ventana pero todo estaba completamente oscuro, de la nada siento como mis piernas empiezan a dormirse y caigo de rodillas frente a mi cama cuando siento un dolor punzante en ambas piernas siento como ambas se empiezan a hacer más gruesas y menos grandes no era porque lo viera si no que mi pantalón estaba apunto de explotar por el tamaño tan grande que estaban tomando, comienzo a gemir poco a poco "¿¡que demonios está pasando?!" No me lo dejaba de decir en la cabeza, intentaba levantarme pero lo más lejano que pude llegar es mi cama, me senté en ella y la luz empezó a regresar poco a poco y las lámparas de mi casa empezaron a fallar, podía ver qué mis pantalones estaban completamente desgarrados y pude ver como mis vellos se caían, sentía como Miles de agujas me pinchan una por una, el dolor se empiezan a pasar a mis pies ellos se empiezan a encoger pero a la vez se inflaron , con la luz parpadeante podía ver cómo los huesos se reorganizan y como se movían, dolía tanto que no podía parar de gemir, el dolor se empezó a expandir por mi torso, con cada respiración mi pecho se iba expandiendo con músculo sólido, mis pectorales dolían tanto pero aún no acababa, de repente sentí 6 fuertes golpes en mi abdomen sentía como el dolor crecía junto mi abdomen, el dolor siguió a mis brazos, ellos crecieron y crecieron, a comparación a como estaban eran muy grandes, "AAAAAAHHHH" Grite tanto como pude cuando sentí que mi cara se empezaba a mover, mi nariz tomando una forma diferente mis labios haciéndose más delgados mis cejas creciendo sintiendo el mismo dolor de las agujas... Mi ropa estaba totalmente destruida estaba solo en ropa interior, cuando las luces volvieron pare de gemir cuando mi voz cambió, al pararme me doy cuenta que no soy el único que cambió, toda mi casa también había cambiado, empiezo a buscar por toda la casa un espejo cuando encuentro el del un cuarto que parece un adolescente de 18 años, al entrar y verme al espejo me quedo petrificado y asombrado... Soy...

Tom o Peter?

"Gracias por confiar en nuestro servicio" fue lo último que dijo la computadora antes de cambiar como todo lo demás, no sé hasta qué punto esto sea bueno, creó que tengo que disfrutar de algo en mi vida alguna vez...

Aaaahhhhh no me morí :(, amigos no aguante, y volví, está historia estába hecha desde diciembre, no la subí ni nada porque no sabía que era buena o están bien hecha, tengo muchas más de estas, asi que me gustaría que digan si las subo o ven si está está bien, a sí que es todo, ya se que es tarde, perdón UnU.

Me gustó mucho el gif UwU

La mayoría de las veces salgo de mi casa al despertar voy a caminar o al gym pero hoy es diferente, eh salido de viaje por unos días por temas de trabajo, no estaba en mi casa, pero también en mi hotel; la noche pasada no había tomado nada, solo me ejercite y me fui a la cama, pasaron los minutos y seguía sin moverme intentando descifrar como llegue a ese lugar, al no saber nada de mí paradero solo empiezo a mover mi cabeza de un lado al otro pero no reconocía nada de ese lugar, todo era diferente, literalmente sentía mi respiración más ligera y más "limpió", me sentía demasiado cómodo y relajado, esa sensación de descanso total que no había podido tener hace tanto, no quería entrar en pánico quería encontrar alguna respuesta congruente y con lógica esto que no lo quería llamar problema, me arme de valor... Decidí tomar confirmar sin importar quién estaría en este cuarto, mis mayores miedos de asunto sería ser secuestros pero este secuestro es demasiado cómodo así que lo descarte como opción.

Pasaron minutos desde que dije que me armaría de valor pero sigo sin moverme, sin pensarlo me levanté, tenía los ojos cerraron por lo que podía ver, al levantarme de mi cama casi caigo de ella -"que demon..."- al hablar sale de mi boca un asentó británico muy marcado, esto no podía estar pasando se supone que soy canadiense, abro los ojos para ver dónde estoy, me paro y me doy cuenta del gran cambio de altura y peso, me empiezo a preocupar y camino por la habitación de hotel cuando abro la puerta del baño... -" Esto no es posible..."- -" Ss ssoy... TOM! "-.

Esto era imposible en tantos sentidos, esto no tenía lógica ni siquiera sentido, como es posible que me haya ido a dormir y esté en el cuerpo de Tom, no se supone que estaría aquí debería estar en una grabación, decidí calmarme y por una extraña razón empeze a ver y a tocar "mi cuerpo" seguía muy impactado por el tan grande cambio, veía la definición de cada uno de los músculos y ese abdomen tan bien ejercitado y cuando menos me di cuenta ya estaba flexionando el cuerpo de Tom, de pronto reaccionó y veo que mi teléfono estaba sonando pero solo era la estúpida alarma, salgo me pongo un pantalón de dormir y una camisa y la apagó lo bueno de eso es que me llevó al teléfono, intenté desbloquearlo lo que fue fácil por el lector de huellas, no tenía idea de que un alguien tan joven ya tuviese tantas responsabilidades, me llamó la atención que tenía en su agenda "día de rodaje" -"mierda"- aún me sorprendía mucho mi voz, tenía la esperanza de que mi cuerpo estaría a salvó o estaría bien, no creía que Tom estaría ahí preferiría que estuviera inconsciente, así que decidí tomar la responsabilidad de ir al set de grabación y hacer lo que pueda...

Al parecer alguien hizo mucho gimnasio ayer, ya que apestaba un poco así que decidí meterme a dar un baño, tenía miedo nunca había visto a un hombre desnudo de verdad, pero si enserio quería hacer esto tenía que estar presentable y limpio... Me dirigí a ese baño, no lo había visto tan detalladamente cuando entre por primera vez pero para ser baño de hotel era demasiado grande y lujoso, ~•Vamos tu puedes, solo es tienes que bañarte, ¿que puede estar mal en eso?•~ pensé mientras empezaba a quitarme la camisa para revelar el gran torso de Tom ~• ¿Cómo es posible que esté tan tonificado?•~ me pregunte a mí mismo, pase un poco la mano por mi abdomen y mis brazos pues me gustaba la sensación de músculos pero sin vello corporal, después de admirar los logros de Tom me quite el pantalón de dormir, •~Bueno, no eres tan lampiño como pareces•~ viendo el poco vello corporal que tenía en las piernas, no podía dejar de pensar que estaba muy bien marcado y formado, y todo con esa edad, ahora la parte más difícil, quitarme el boxer, llámenme dramático si quieren pero me sentía mal por no respetar la privacidad de Holland, •~Solo hazlo, baja los boxers y ya, ¿que puede pasar?~• así que eso hice, cerré los ojos para no ver nada y procedí a bajar los boxers y así fue hasta que mi mano tocó el miembro y hizo que abriera los ojos y olvide que estaba frente a un espejo y lo ví ¡Cómo es posible que ese traje ajustado de látex pueda ocultar estás 7 pulgadas! No era grande pero era muy gruesa, wow estaba asombrado por lo bien dotado y bien disciplinado que este hombre vino al mundo, me quedé admirando su cuerpo por unos minutos en el espejo, todo su el, era hermoso, veo la hora y me doy cuenta que se me hace tarde así que me meto a la ducha, la sensación era rara y tal vez nunca la había sentido, el agua cayendo sobre el el torso lampiño, era una sensación rara y nueva, saliendo de la duda me pongo una toalla en la cintura y voy a buscar ropa, tenía mucha variedad de ropa y eso era algo que me complicaba en ese momento pues si quería hacerme pasar por el tenía que actuar y vestir como el y no sabía que ponerme, las únicas veces que lo eh visto son el alfombra y siempre lleva traje y obvio no iba a llevar traje a un set de grabación, después de perder el tiempo buscando un buen cambio de ropa elijo ropa deportiva pues era cómoda y marca mucho los dones de Tom, busco y lo único que tiene Tom para aguardar sus cosas es una mochila, la toma junto con una gorra y me voy.

Amigos!, Eh vuelto uwu, no me ire, no vale la pena dejar de hacer lo me que gusta por normas :v, así que esta es la primera parte de una colaboración que hice con @screechingpizzasaladparty , la segunda parte de ambos se subiera a las 12 de noche, espero que les guste!